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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐷𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content including marking, lactation kink, pregnancy sex. Older Ateez but age differences is still within legal boundaries. Allusions to infidelity (which I do not condone nor encourage)

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

"Y/N. Come on. You gotta focus."

In a futile attempt to try to get his favorite student to get divert her attention back to the screen in front of her, instead he was met by her arms which suddenly wrapped around him.

"Baby, this assignment is due in two days and you haven't even gotten one paragraph down."

Frowning and in need of affection, Y/N didn't budge and instead attempted to pull Hongjoong on top of her.

"I want you to cuddle me!" She demanded.

Hongjoong quickly caught himself before he toppled over her and accidentally put all his weight on the bump that was growing in her.

"And I'll cuddle you all you want.... but can you at least finish part of this?"

Realizing she wasn't going to give up anytime soon, Hongjoong reluctantly gave in and finally settled her on his lap, one arm wrapped around her shoulders while the other caressed the top of her swollen belly.

Not thinking too much about the tiny kisses she was placing along the side of his neck, Hongjoong tilted his head back to rest on the couch and closed his eyes, his body succumbing to the exhaustion of having to teach back at the school in the morning and coming back to help out his pregnant girlfriend. Taking advantage of his unguarded state, Y/N smirked before she latched her mouth onto a certain spot on his neck, sinking her teeth down and sucking on it harshly. Once Hongjoong realized what was happening, his eyes shot up and he carefully tried to pry Y/N off him, proving it to be more difficult since he couldn't use force in fear of hurting her.

"What the fuck Y/N?!" Hongjoong exclaimed when he came back from the bathroom, hand touching the very obvious mark left on his neck.

"I'm sorry. Couldn't help myself." She feigned an innocent smile.

"How am I supposed to go back to the school tomorrow with this on display for everyone to see? How will I even explain it?" He could already imagine the other teachers and students staring at it, the first group no doubt would be nosey and ask about it.

With a cocky grin, Y/N opened her laptop up again.

"Maybe now some of those hags will back off after they realize you're taken."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Coming back after a long day at the courthouse dealing with all the divorce shit, Seonghwa felt like he needed to release some stress or he'd go insane. Coming into the kitchen, he found you quietly standing over the stove, no doubt making food for both of you to eat. You giggled when you felt his hands embrace your large belly, you weren't that far along, but holy hell, carrying twins was something else.

"Have I ever told you you're so beautiful?" He whispered in your ear, teeth grazing against the shell of it. Of course your body was more reactive and sensitive to any touch because your hormones were all over the place. Seonghwa knew that as well and he loved playing with that fact.

Pulling you away from the kitchen, he guided you over to the couch and sat you down. You didn't even question him as he pushed your dress up and slid your panties down, you knew what he was aiming for. You simply inhaled deeply when his mouth began kissing along your inner thighs.

"I hope you don't mind babygirl, but I just really wanted to eat you out."

You nodded at him, resting your elbows on top of some of the cushions so it'd be more comfortable for you. Prying your legs apart as much as they could, Seonghwa carefully placed his mouth on your clit. Starting off with gentle suckles, they soon progressed to more sloppy and intense tongue movements, his lewd slurping sounds mixed in with your soft panting and moaning, setting the mood across the room. Another thing you loved about Seonghwa, he was an expert at oral sex, none of your younger past lovers compared to him in the slightest bit.

Seonghwa let out an accomplished groan when your juices stained all over his face and chin. Pulling away, he himself was panting by how breathless he was left, and he felt proud to see you in an equally similar state as him. Chuckling, he came up and kissed you hungrily, wanting you to taste yourself on his lips. He only pulled away momentarily to tease you.

"I didn't mean to eat my dessert before the meal, but I'm not sorry in the slightest bit."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho didn't even know how to react. Coming home and finding it quiet as usual, he guessed you probably took a nap as you normally did around this time, the pregnancy causing you to become more tired than usual. That's why when he came into the room he was shocked to see you moving underneath the blankets. Your frustrated moans give a big hint as to what was happening.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes shot wide open and your head peeped out from under the covers. You suddenly felt so embarrased, your face turning bright red. You tossed over to the other side, hiding your face away from Yunho. Being the sweetheart he was, he went over to your side and caressed your figure.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you." He apologized although he wasn't in the wrong.

Whining loudly, you punched the mattress underneath you.

"Stupid hormones driving me crazy. And my stupid fingers can't get around this huge belly." You complained as you looked down at the mound that stuck out through the blanket.

Not able to keep himself from smiling, Yunho's hand rested itself on your covered belly.

"It's cute though." He assured you.

Looking up at him, you bit your lip before asking him.

"Yunho.....could you please just......you know..?" You don't know why but you felt shy asking him about it especially given that you were pregnant by him nonetheless.

Yunho looked hesitant. He had fears about being intimate with you in your state, but he also felt bad that you had to go through this. Sighing softly, he scratched the back of your head.

"On our next visit, let's ask the doctor about if it's safe or not? Ok?"

Expecting your pouty face, Yunho pulled the covers off you, swallowing hard when he saw your beautiful, round pregnant body on display for him.

"But for now, are you ok with me using my fingers?"

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

Looking down at the pot filled with who knows what that Yeosang stirred which was bubbling rather oddly, your best bet was that he definitely didn't. The reddened cheeks that formed on his face was another telltale sign.

"Trust me honey. I got this."

Right as he said that, some of the contents spilled out, nearly burning the both of you. Luckily Yeosang draped an arm protectively around your barely noticeable bump and moved you back so neither of you were harmed. Instead, the floor became the victim. Having enough shenanigans from your caring lover, you reached over and quickly shut off the stove before anymore accidents happened.

"There goes my chances of wooing you over with my cooking skills." He snorted softly, but he felt bad that he couldn't even make a simple meal for you.

Wanting to cheer him up, you hugged his waist, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

"You've already won my heart over Mr. Kang, there's nothing left for you to claim."

Although he felt comforted by your words, there was something else he needed to hear.

"You know how I feel. Now go on... say my name." He commanded you.

Pecking his lips, you gave in. "Yeosang."

You let out a squeak when he pressed you against the counter, pulling you into a deeper kiss that was getting more and more heated. Your moment was interrupted when someone suddenly came into the scene, startling you both.

"Oh God Damian! You scared me man." Yeosang let out a relieved sigh when he saw it was only his trusted butler.

"Rest assured sir, I saw nothing and heard nothing." He smirked at them.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

You grunted as you stripped yourself out of your shirt, the material feeling too confining and making your breasts feel more sore than they already felt. Standing in front of the mirror, you noticed how your breasts were practically popping out of the top of your bra.

"Sannie! Could you come help me out?" You called out to him.

"Yes my lovely baby mama?" He poked his head into the room, always ready to help you out if you needed it.

"Could you please unhook my bra, I can't reach."

Happy to help you, he came up behind you, eyes focused as he began undoing all of the hooks.

"Are they hurting you baby?" Looking up at the mirror, he saw your pouty face nodding at him.

"Would you like me to massage them for you?" He offered.

"Please." You begged, loving how gentle his hands were whenever he touched them.

Releasing your breasts out of their tight confinement, both you and San were in shock when tiny droplets of liquid gushed out of your nipples.

"Holy shit Y/N, are you already lactating?"

San stared at your breasts in amazement. Keeping his eyes focused on the mirror in front of you guys, his hands came up to gently squeeze your breasts, that tiny action making more milky substance to come out of you. You saw how San licked his lips and it gave you an idea. Tilting your head, you gave him a kiss on his jaw before telling him:

"Wanna suck on them?"

San looked shocked at your suggestion, but then he returned you around and pressed his face against your chest.

"Fuck yeah."

Not even thinking twice, San took one of your tits into his mouth, humming in pleasure as he sucked some of your milk into his mouth.

"We should make this a regular occurrence."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Mingi released soft and blissful sighs as he felt your body move on top of him. His hands held onto your hips, helping you set a slow and sensual pace as you grinded against his dick.

"You feeling good baby?" He asked, making sure you weren't uncomfortable or in pain.

Your only response was your head being thrown back as you spewed out moans from your throat. It seemed the pregnancy heightened your sensitivity, so every move against Mingi's pelvis felt absolutely amazing, especially when he reached a hand over to rub at your clit. He always made sure you felt as much pleasure as possible.

"That's it, there you go babygirl." Mingi himself was enjoying the change in your sex life. Ever since you both found out you were pregnant, you had to halt your rather kinky and intense fucking sessions and replaced them with more soft and romantic love making. Which neither of you minded, it felt much more intimate and helped you both bond even closer to each other.

"Are you close my little lady? I can feel you squeeze tighter around my cock."

Although you were indeed close, you didn't want to cum just yet, not without asking you something first.

"Mingi......please....spank my ass." You turned your head so you could partially see his face from behind you.

Mingi blinked slowly at your request, unsure of what to do. Wanting to please you, he took one hand off your hip and used it to lightly spank the top of your ass. Although it was a rather tame slap, it was enough for you to start cumming on top of him. Mingi of course held you up, continuing to bury his cock inside you, sliding in and out so he could help make your high last longer til eventually he himself was cumming up into you. Making sure both of you were satisfied, he pulled you off him so he could clean you up.

"So I see you still become a mess when someone spanks you." He teased you, moving some hair out of your face so he could properly kiss you.

"Hey, I'm still your little brat even if I'm carrying our soon to be brat."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung slid the tip of his cock against your folds. Although he was anxious to be inside you once again, he had to make sure you were all right and not uncomfortable in any shape or form.

"You sure about this baby? We could try something else if you'd like." He assured you, one hand coming down to gently press against your pregnant belly.

"I'm fine Wooyoung. I just wanna feel your cock inside me again. It's been too long and I need it." You whined out, desperate to get some sort of release through something that wasn't from Wooyoung's tongue or fingers, although they always left you satisfied.

Wooyoung was extremely careful and slow as he plunged himself into you from behind, both of you moaning out loud when were connected once again after a long time. Pulling out once more, Wooyoung made sure to go easy on you, his fingers kneading the soft flesh of your hips and ass as he moved to and fro with leisurely yet deep strokes into you.

"Fuck! You feel so good!" You couldn't help but exclaim as you felt every vein and ridge of his dick hitting deep inside your tight walls.

"You missed this didn't you babygirl? Missed being my little toy?" He couldn't hide the smirk on his face as he went slightly harder against her but not so much. Reaching one hand over, his fingers rubbed at her clit, knowing it would drive her crazy.

"Y-yes! I missed this." You gasped out, unable to think about anything except Wooyoung's dick inside you.

"You dirty girl, even after I get you all knocked up, you still want to get fucked by me."

Rubbing his fingers faster against your clit, his other hand held onto your hip so he could angle himself to hit against your g-spot, brushing his tip over and over again on it so he could send you cumming all over him.

"But that's ok, I'll make sure to fuck another baby into you if that's what you want."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Opening your eyes, you smiled shyly as you woke up to your husband's face sleeping soundly next to you, one of his buff and strong arms was thrown over your body, laying protectively on your bump. Gently prying his hand off you without disturbing him, you quietly got out of the bed and walked out into the balcony of your hotel room, not bothering to cover up your naked body with a robe or anything.

You felt free, truly free as you gazed out at the beautiful scenery of the beach in front of you, a quick getaway place you and Jongho chose as your honeymoon destination after you both literally eloped not even 2 days ago. You wondered what were your parents and former fiancee thinking now, no doubt they were probably looking all over for you or were barely finding out the secret you two had kept for so long.

But you couldn't bring yourself to care. You didn't regret anything, if anything you would have regretted everything if you hadn't escaped with Jongho, whom you hadn't noticed had woken up until you felt his hands on your hips.

"Look at you little vixen coming out here wearing absolutely nothing. What? Did you want anyone passing by to see you standing here all nude?" His tone let you know he wasn't mad, he was simply poking fun at you.

"Hmmm maybe? Would it make you jealous to know someone who isn't you saw me like this?" You joked back at him, pushing your ass back onto him, a grin on your face when you felt his dick poke at your hip, letting you know that he too came out with no clothes on.

"On the contrary my little vixen, you wanted to give them a show?" You bit your lip when he began kissing your shoulder and neck, aligning himself at your entrance.

"I'll make sure we both give them a show."

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ysscquotes · 2 years

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Hey since this blog's back up and running, I was wondering what sorta dynamics you got for all the ships? Cause the big ship list has some on there that don't really show up in quotes that much and I'm curious

Ah, good ask, lemme pull up the list...

Shiromi x Aoi aka Blue Eye White Dragon

This is probably the one that shows up most often tbh, it’s the one I actively ship the most myself. I just love the idea of these two dorks who have absolutely no idea how to people getting together and causing chaos, plus on a less goofy level I also feel like they can understand each other really well, both are social outcasts unlike the others in the council and probably aren’t strangers to being treated as such, thus they both understand what that feels like and can be a shoulder for the other to lean or cry on. Plus I just adore the idea of just how bad the two are at back and forth flirting because they have no idea what they’re doing, Shiromi’s love language is reciting random snapple facts and Aoi’s is beating the shit out of your enemies so it’s just,,, chaos

Kuroko x Akane aka Black Bird

Another one of the most common pairings on this blog, but like, can anyone blame me really? You got the stoic more serious and analytical Kuroko and the more emotional softTM and touchy-feely Akane, I’m always down for a ‘somewhat distant and cold character character that turns into complete mush for that 1 (one) person’ dynamic and Black Bird is exactly that, plus it makes for a lot of really cute and fun quotes. They’s soft.

Shiromi x Kuroko aka Monochrome

This is one that pretty much never pops up, not on purpose it just doesn’t come up often, but it’s kind of like the exact opposite of Black Bird in my minds eye. Shiromi drives Kuroko up the wall most of the time it’d probably be Shiromi making moves and Kuroko squawking indignantly but secretly liking it, it’s literally just

Kuroko: I hate you so much Shiromi: you wanna kiss me so bad you look stupid >:3

Akane x Shiromi aka Fire Cat

Okay this one is a fun one, I’m just imagining Shiromi trying to be a chaotic little shit but Akane actually manages to reel her in and has the patience for her shenanigans. Definitely a pretty fluffy pairing if Shiromi’s home life doesn’t get brought into the mix, if so I get the feeling Akane would not hesitate to kick some ass. But on the fluffier side, I could definitely see the two sitting in the council room against the wall with Shiromi’s head in Akane’s lap and she’s just animatedly rambling about some documentary about water bears she saw last night and Akane’s just nodding along and petting her head with a big smile on her face. They’re cute, your honor.

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Aoi x Kuroko aka Reptiles (or Impaired Vision)

Another ship that doesn’t really pop up, mostly because I haven’t thought about it much. It’s still a pretty good concept though, they give me some serious ‘100k slowburn because they don’t know how to articulate or portray their emotions’ vibes tbh, like neither of them really know what they’re doing but they end up at a bit of a stalemate because neither of them feels like they can take the initiative. Definitely feels like one of the softer and maybe sadder ones just because they both would probably just constantly be thinking to themselves ‘there’s no way she likes me that way’ and that’s probably part of why I don’t typically do quotes with them, not a lot of comedy to be had with the two just kinda standing in awkward silence having no idea what to do.

Aoi x Akane aka Wings

the ships containing akane are just soft, it is law But all jokes aside, this is quite a cavity-inducing fluff and hurt/comfort sorta pairing, when Aoi gets into a tussle it’s pretty much guaranteed that Akane will check up on her afterwords to make sure she’s okay and help out if she gets hurt, I just have this clear mental image of Aoi coming back from having to break up a fight with the delinquents trying to hide her hands in her pockets and Akane comes over and gently goes can I see your hands and Aoi hesitantly does so and she has bruises on her knuckles from throwing hands and Akane’d just gently hold them and press a kiss to her bruised knuckles and Aoi would just get the softest look on her face because oh okay so this is what being cared about feels like. They’re soft as all hell is what I’m saying.

Megami x Aoi aka Blind

Actually one I’ve had on the blog a few times, this is honestly one I feel might have some sort of cannon-ness in the game itself because, well, they’re childhood friends, Aoi clearly cares a LOT about Megami and wants to keep her safe at all cost, Megami trusts her a lot, and the ‘rumors’ about her give me serious ‘she got hurt protecting Megami from her father’ vibes. Moving on into head-cannon territory, they’ve known each other since forever so they already know pretty much everything about each other and they definitely feel like the sort that get the ‘are you guys dating’ question thrown their way a lot since Aoi’s a fair bit protective and already acts a little like a boyfriend between giving Megami her blazer if she’s cold, skipping a class or even a school day to check up on her if she’s sick, just constantly making sure that she’s okay. Megami also doesn’t seem to be a touchy-feely person, at least to most people, but Aoi definitely is one of the exceptions, still small things though like leaning her head on her shoulder or holding hands with their fingers intertwined when not many people are around, small, but definitely there. However when they actually realize they’re already kind of dating and actively start dating they both are just absolute messes neither of them have any idea what they’re doing and their attempts at being romantic always crash and burn but it’s adorable so the other doesn’t really care, they’re absolute disaster lesbians when they figure it out and it’s fantastic.

Megami x Shiromi aka Enigmatic

This is honestly the 1 (one) relatively calm and chaos-free Shiromi ship, this actually happened in one of the oneshots but not really anywhere else. I’d imagine that Shiromi would probably tone down the chaos several notches if she caught feelings for Megami since the chaos is a bit much for her, the way I picture Shiromi as a character is her having this chaotic gremlin exterior but a very soft and caring interior and I feel like Enigmatic would draw the latter out a lot of the time because while Shiromi bonds with Aoi over generally being an outcast these two share a similar home life, so I’d figure these two would bond over that and support each other. It’s a lot easier for Megami to get that serious side out of Shiromi because she actively gets it, after all, they’re in a similar boat. Affection-wise, I feel like it’d be a lot of soft and emotional hugs and smaller but frequent touches like Shiromi putting a hand on Megami’s back and leaning over to see what she’s doing when she’s working on something or Megami putting a hand on Shiromi’s shoulder in passing, just a lot of frequent more casual touches because UH OH guess we’re both touch starved but also bad at this whole love and affection thing, whoops.

Megami x Akane aka Two Faced

Definitely a contender for softest Student Council ship, Megami works herself hard, too hard a lot of the time, and Akane Would Not Stand For This, after several hours of studying or paperwork Akane just picks it up off the desk and sets it aside as Megami is filling it out with no warning and proceeds to drag Megami out of the office to either get some fresh air or a nap because that girl definitely works herself to the bone sometimes, after the first couple times Megami works herself to exhaustion Akane starts keeping pillows and blankets in the council room specifically for such an occasion, she’ll sit herself and Megami against the wall with some pillows behind them like a backrest and Megami is just quietly grumpy about being pulled away from her work but she also doesn’t really mind and she usually wakes up from the Akane-Sanctioned nap with her head on her shoulder and just quietly grumbles in embarrassment but doesn’t actually move at all. On cold days Akane also makes and brings hot coco to the club room for everyone including Megami and will deliver her cup with a kiss on the cheek and a giggle when Megami fumbles with her words mid-sentence because of it, also Akane is a cuddle monster and Megami has no idea how to handle it but that doesn’t stop her girlfriend from hanging off her like a koala at times.

Megami x Kuroko aka Successor

This one gets a bit complicated. Kuroko isn’t a fan of Megami, she’s still pretty bitter about losing her position to the girl but tries with limited degrees of success to make it seem like she doesn’t care. However, as time goes on, she starts not being able to get Megami off her mind, she thinks it’s because she’s jealous of her brains, position, beauty- wait where’d that last one come from? Basically Kuroko goes from hating Megami to realizing she actually is attracted to and likes her and she is not happy about it. She’s the embodiment of the ‘you can’t catch me gay thoughts!’ ‘yes we can!’ meme, meanwhile Megami has absolutely no idea what to think about Kuroko’s behavior because sometimes she’ll get all up in her face over some decision she made for the council and then immediately shut up and turn red and low key run away and it is so confusing. Honestly the only way these two would actually get together would be a miracle because Kuroko is stubborn and does not want to be in love with Megami but the heart wants what it wants and also she’s kind of always confused her infatuation with her as jealousy or pettiness so acknowledging that no she’s just gay isn’t something she’s super keen on doing.

Thank you for the ask, this was fun to put together!

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liitlesunshiine · 3 years

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High on the clock

Quirkless AU - Toya Todoroki

Warnings: cursing, drug use, anxiety, panic attack mention, suggestive themes, slight sexual themes

A fun light hearted fic. Definitely enjoyed writing this piece so I hope you guys enjoy reading it. ^.^ It’s flirty n cute n Toya is a total bae. <3

You and Toya are coworkers who try making the most out of your shitty job.

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“Goddd this place fuckin blows.” You groaned in frustration sitting across Toya.

“As if I didn’t know that already,” he sleeplishly replied.

You never intended on working in this shit show of a store for as long as you have but yet, here you were two wasted years later. You had high hopes after graduation but it seems no job wants to hire someone with no experience and you can’t get any experience since you can’t get an actual job that’ll provide it. So it’s forced you in this sort of awkward limbo and vicious cycle of going back and forth. You’ve been stuck wearing this shitty bright uniform with a barely livable wage and terrible hours. Miserable every second of the day, with the constant guilt eating at you for being so complacent.

Of course there were a few exceptions.

Of course… Like the highly attractive coworker you spent most of your time here with. Days spent with Toya were significantly better than the days spent without Toya. In fact, if it weren’t for him, you’d probably wouldn’t have lasted as long as you had here. Because man, when days were good they were ok, but when the days were bad, they were really fucking bad. Some in which you were ready to burn down everyone and everything yet the sweet, hot, god-like Toya would make you melt with his cute quirky smile and meet your eyes with his own that you would absolutely drown in and next thing you know, you had completely forgotten about what you were upset over. Now, it’s just a bonus that he meets your sarcasm with his own, the both of you have always had this flirty like atmosphere that neither of you are willing to acknowledge but low key kinda know there’s an underlying sexual tension there. It was strange how well you both got along, the average onlooker would assume nothing more than a simple boyfriend and girlfriend relationship but it was really just mutual likability and connection between the two of you. Days with Toya were simply good days. And you were absolutely grateful for someone like him because god knows how terrible it’d really be here without him.

“Why don’t we make this night a bit memorable,” Toya who was right next to you behind the counter, gives you a side wink and unzips the company jacket to reveal a small ziplock within the pocket. Andddddd long behold it’s weed! You chuckle to yourself, never getting tired of Toya’s shenanigans. Very much appreciated as he’s best form of entertainment here.

“Toya we almost got caught last time, you really wanna risk it again?” Your words ran on deaf ears as he was already rolling up the blunt underneath the counter, “what’s the worst they can do? Fire us?” You stopped for a second and nodded, well he wasn’t wrong. Maybe this was the push you needed to finally leave this shit hole. “You got a point, let’s do it quick before someone comes in.”

While this is a 24 hour convenience store, usually pass 1am, rarely anyone is inside. So you suppose it wouldn’t be too bad of an idea. Plus with Toya your bound to have a good time, who are you to deny him. You trusted in him enough to get away with his bs.

“Pass the lighter doll,” you fished for the lighter that was nicely decorated with little blue flames over in your small book bag and passed it to him. He holds the blunt between his two hands and you duck underneath the counter with him. “Ladies first,” he cockily said, you lean forward and placed your mouth on the blunt while he held it for you. He always did this and it always felt oddly intimate to you. Couldn’t help the warm fuzzy feeling in your chest taking over when his glass like eyes gazed over you. They always made you curious and somehow hungry for knowledge of his life. You’ve never knew someone so well yet know nothing of them, but that’s always been enigma of Touya. You exhaled closing your eyes, attempting to calm your nerves. “You know the only time I ever smoke is on the job with you.” He smirked bringing the blunt to his own lips, “guess I’m a bad influence then.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Everyone needs a lil spice in their life, no?” It was his turn to roll his eyes. You gently grabbed his wrist and led the blunt back to your lips again, he stared quietly at you. Which oddly made you tense up. “Don’t look at me like that,” you smiled.

“Like what?” He smiled.

“Like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world that you can’t live without.” Now you both laughed. This was the usual routine with Toya; cracking jokes and talking shit for a bit and simply enjoying each other’s company while the store was empty. He finally broke the trance you were in when he spoke up.

“You know, having my father kick me out of the house wasn’t so bad after all,” Toya leaned in.

You looked at him with a puzzled look, he never brings up his father. Whenever the conversation appeared it was quickly diverted elsewhere. You didn’t want to poke or intrude but curiosity got the best of you and you couldn’t help but want to continue the conversation. “Yea? Why is that?” You wondered. His father, from what you’ve been able to gather with the little bits Toya has mentioned here and there, was that supposedly his father is some CEO to a multi million dollar company. Odd considering the likes to where Toya ended up but you concluded that they must’ve ended in bad terms. You understood how cruel and selfish parents can be and didn’t need further explanation on that part. Easy to assume considering how poorly and little he speaks of him. He shut your ideas off with his simple response.

“I wouldn’t be smoking a blunt with the world’s most beautiful girl under this shitty counter, if it weren’t for it.” Ha, that definitely caught you off guard, causing a light blush to form across your face. Even with a seeming sensitive topic he still manages to tease you. He’s got that cheeky smile plastered all over, “Got you choked up doll?” You rolled your eyes. You were about to tell him off before the door rang indicating that someone has entered the store. You snapped out of the haze and immediately got up to quickly realize that the person who entered was one of the regional managers, oh fuck. You nearly froze in fear and kicked Toya under the counter. “Ow the fuck was that for?” He looked at you while soothing the kick you just gave him but upon looking at your panicked expression and frenzied body, he quickly crushed the blunt and shoved it back inside the pocket of his jacket. He didn’t need to be told or explained which you greatly appreciated at the moment. Toya was always able to read the room, bless his soul. He clumsily got back up to which you had fixed his crooked hat and whispered into his ear to tuck his shirt in while covering him slightly to do so.

“Hi-ya hello, good afternoon, I mean good evening sir.” You embarrassedly stumbled over your words to which Toya snickered at. You kicked him again harder this time as discreetly as you could. On the verge of a panic attack. He gripped tightly at the counter, smiling at the man in front of you both. Hissing silently at the pain your kick caused him. He gave you a quick side eye nodding his head in disapproval. Which somehow made you feel drastically worse.

“Good evening to you both, I’m sure you know who I am.”

You responded a bit too hastily looking like a rabid chihuahua. “Yes! Yea. Of course we do, how are you? What brings you in at this time? It’s so late.” You manage to say within 2.0 seconds, the automatic robotic customer service attitude overtaking your body. Well- at least trying to considering you just had a 30-minute smoke sesh under the counter and your mind is desperately trying to sober up. Honestly, what the fuck was he doing here at this time? This has never happened and I mean out of all the hours of the day. Oh yea, you’re definitely getting fucked, the smell of weed was so pungent, it was literally embarrassing how bad the situation looks. You wanted to cry. Toya’s eyes were stained red and you only assumed yours look worse.

“Gotten a few complaints about this store recently. Wanted to come in and take a look.” You began to get a cold sweat, oh shit he knows, he definitely knows. You had words lodged in your throat that couldn’t come out. What could you say? What can you say? You’re in the wrong here. Everyone knows that smoking weed with your cool and kinda hot coworker under the counter is definitely not ok. Maybe even illegal, oh god what if this gets on your record. You’ll definitely not be able to get a professional job, then you’ll really get stuck working a even shitter job than this. Oh good oh god oh my god.

As if sensing the absolute panic and anxiety off of you, Toya gently caressed your arm motioning you to relax and to stay silent. You recognized the wave that washed over him and instantly knew he’d handle the situation, he always does. And if you could die in his arms right now, you’d accept your fate happily. Toya was an interesting man oh right, you always believed he held such potential to do great things and even change the world. It doesn’t make sense really considering you both work at a basic job but you had come to secretly admire the guy. You’d would tell him too, how you believed in him, how you had so much confidence for him to become something great but he would always shut it down and brush it off like it was nothing. It was as if he didn’t think he was good enough. It always bugged you that he thought so little of himself, but seeing him now causally and confidently bullshit the regional manager out of your current situation just simply reminded you of how special he was to you. Definitely got your pussy wet and made you eternally grateful too.

Toya was standing in front of the counter, making hand gestures while the manager just stared analyzing his words. You were completely z0ned out, only able to get parts of the conversation.

“We’ve been having this customer appear at the store over and over again around this time of night harassing me and Y/N. We’ve considered calling the cops since he’s always high off his mind, we’ve caught him smoking in the bathroom on multiple occasions too. He was in here about 15 minutes ago and we haven’t been able to get rid of the smell.”

Ah the beautiful lies that slipped through Toya’s lips sounded like a symphony. It was nothing short of comedic and yet so fucking Oscar-worthy. You could definitely pay this man to tell you lies he with how effortlessly convincing he was. You couldn’t even care to listen to what the manager was responding with, but on his way out he waved at you wishing you a goodnight and you sighed out with relief.

Toya turns to you clasping his hands together “well there’s gonna be a security guard here for the next two weeks.” You laughed “I guess that’s better than getting fired huh.”

“I’m not sure about that,” he chuckled. “I texted Shigs to come and take over the rest of our shift.”

You looked at him confused, “how come? Either way, do you think he’ll be ok alone here?”

Toya slipped his phone into his pocket and walked back to you “yea he doesn’t give a fuck. Besides you look pale fucking white, guess this guy sobered your ass up real quick.”

You attempted to glare angrily at him but it came off as a soft puppy look. You had no energy nor the strength to pretend. It feels like you just got whiplash from the rollercoaster you were on. Figured it was no use in lying considering you looked like you just went through it. “Yea, I still feel high as shit, I just wanna go home already, only thing this guy gave me was a fat fucking headache.”

He ruffled the top of your head, “awe poor baby,” he said in a teasing tone, he inched up right beside you, “I got something that can help with that.” You jokingly pushed him off you, tying to ignore the warm feeling pooling under your stomach. Your mind was definitely thinking something dirty with a million miles per second and with how he handled today’s situation you’d be more than willing to give him whatever he pleased, but you pretended to cast aside those intrusive thoughts and act unfazed. “Shit don’t tell me you got Advil on you too?”

He chuckled lightly nodding is head down, “got something even better doll.” He scoots up next to you and grabs a bottle of excedrin underneath the counter, passing it to you. You excitedly open it taking two pills out “oh my god I didn’t know we had some underneath here, yes thank you. You're definitely my hero today Toya.” As if y’all didn’t work in a convenience store that had if not all types of medicines. It was the effort that made it special though, it’s what brought that bright goofy smile of yours to light.

You weren’t able to see the blush that formed on his cheeks while you swallowed the two pills. “Yea I remember you telling me you get headaches n shit and I know this medicine helps with it.” He was scratching the back of his head awkwardly. He never really handles compliments well but you tippy toed over to him and wrapped your arms softly around his neck. “I appreciate it Toya, that was really thoughtful. Thank you.”

If you didn’t see his previous blush you definitely noticed this one, which in turn lead you to blush. But you couldn’t miss this opportunity- “AWE is lil Toya blushing. So cute brings me back to my middle school days.” That caused a loud laugh to come out of you both. “Shut it.” he quickly and quietly said.

“Am I interrupting something.” You and Toya quickly untangled from each other trying to play off the slight tension in the air.

“Errrr um.. Hey Shiggy, thanks for uh coming in.” You awkwardly stumbled, you never really got along with him so there was always this weird loud silence between the both of you. He already seemed to be annoyed, per usual. The sloppy blue hair all tangled looking greasy and his patchy skin looking irritated and flaky as usual. He definitely was not amused or happy to be here. Well when was her ever. You’ve yet to seen the man smile.

“Whatever.” He takes a sip from his metal bottle and walks over to the counter.

“Shiggy you the man, thanks for pulling up bud.” Toya pats him in the back and Shigaraki shuttered. “Don’t touch me,” he flatly said. He glared at you both.

“You guys can go leave and fuck now.” The words caught you instantly by surprise and you got completely red. “That’s not what were gonn- ugh whatever like it matters.” With that, you and Toya clock out and leave the store with Shigaraki sending daggers at your back.

“He’s always acting like such a bitch.” You annoyingly complained.

Toya puts his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him “he ain’t so bad when you get to know him.”

“I guess.” You rolled your eyes, you didn’t really care. You were more relieved to have finally left. He can rot in the store by himself for all you care. Not you or Toga would miss him.

“So,” Toya glided with his words, itching you closer to him. He was leading the way in this position with you happily following. Not knowing the destination but feeling completely at peace with his form completely snug at your side. You comfortably wrapped your arm around his waist and gently placed your head in the crook of his neck. This was nice you thought, you and Toya were always this intimate when alone. No hesitation or awkwardness, just simply holding hands and sharing body heat as friends with the underlying passion waiting to burst and to be acknowledged. But nothing ever felt rushed, not with Toya. You stared at him from this angle, taking in his beautiful effortless features. His lashes looked so long as you stared in slight jealousy, his hair a perfect black mess with hidden red roots if you stared long enough, and his eyes. Man, you could write poems and sing songs with how the eyes stirred up some emotion you can't quite pin down. Always causing an eruption of feelings you can barely control.

You felt the warmth from his breath when he spoke, “wanna go to back to my place and finish that blunt? Would love nothing more than to see the world’s most beautiful girl on my bed.”

You blushed and nodded looking at those piercing blue eyes once again “well, when you look at me like that I guess I can’t say no.”

Maybe this time you would finally show Toya just how special he really is to you.

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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FFT: candy hearts taste like chalk; mjf

Notes:

This one was sent to my main by @vonschweetz and I had to go there with it. Because what better than to make MJF a secret admirer.. Anyway, I thought I’d post it on here, so it has it’s own post. So, here it is.

Summary:

Girl and guy argue but there’s a mutual crush thing happening here. Guy decides to romance the shit out of girl as a secret admirer. Maybe this opens girls eyes to the fact that there’s more than just a burberry scarf wearing ass and fluff ensues. Kinda.

Pairing:

MJF x OFC, Jessa

Warnings:

fluff and shenanigans. valentines day shenanigans. anti-valentine ofc.

“ Valentines is the corniest holiday, by far.” Jessa said it as she passed beneath a red garland of dangling hearts and arrows. She paused to swat at it, scowling upward at the ceiling as she laughed. From beside her, Penelope Ford spoke up. “Says the girl who probably couldn’t get a date tonight if she stood on a corner bare ass naked.”

“ That, coming from the woman with Kip Sabian. Did I ask for the opinion of an actual dumpster fire? Didn’t think so.” Jessa quipped as she jumped up, fingertips snagging the garland, giving it a firm tug downward. The garland came down, bringing with it a loose dusting of vibrant fire-engine red glitter and Jessa swatted at her neckline where some happened to settle, giving the tops of her breasts a generous dusting of sparkle that she didn’t want or need.

“I’ll say it again. At least I have someone to spend Valentines with. You will never know that luxury.”

“And thank God above for that because I think I’d rather gouge my own eyeballs out than spend any amount of time with Kip Sabian for any reason. I prefer men who don’t spend more time in the bathroom than I do, thanks!” Jessa mimicked a sweet tone with Penelope as she walked away backwards, her middle finger up and the sweetest smirk she could manage on her face. It was the walking backwards that caused her to collide back first straight into the chest of a very amused MJF.

Jessa whirled around, about to apologize, but when she set sights on MJF towering over her, she bit her lip, grumbling quietly. “Well tonight is truly the gift that keeps on giving. Are you gonna move?”

“Ya know, a ‘hey Maxwell’, would be nice. Also please move. And maybe throw in ‘you’re so hot, Maxwell, while we’re at it?” MJF stared her down, his arms folded over his chest as he watched her facial expression change three different times. He loved irritating her, her face got all flushed and sometimes he managed to do such a good job that she actually stammered and wound up growling and flipping him off instead.

Deeper down though, he really wished that it was easier just to talk to her. Because he couldn’t get her out of his head. It drove him insane. Their confrontations always left him more than a little bothered. Not in a bad way, either.

He kept telling himself he had to do something, he had to learn to shove whatever it was that he felt way down deep because they’d never realistically work, he was one way and she was his polar opposite, but this stubborn part of him kept insisting they would. They had to. He wanted her and when he wanted something, he stopped at nothing to make it happen.

“Not as long as I have a pulse, Maxwell.” Jessa deadpanned, even though as she said it, she found herself getting lost in endless pools of milk chocolate brown and hating herself for being a girl who went gaga over a guy with deep and soulful eyes.

Which unfortunately, Maxwell Jacob Friedmann did have, despite him having absolutely no actual depth in personality to her own personal knowledge. … doesn’t stop me from being attracted to him like one end of a magnet to the other either, she thought to herself, frowning a little at the thought. They’d literally never work out.

She went to step past him and his hand shot out, gently gripping her wrist to raise her hand. His eyes settled on the glittery red garlands she’d been racing to the nearest garbage bin with and he eyed her, a perplexed facial expression that made her giggle and shrug under his intent gaze. He nodded to the garland finally and cleared his throat. “What’s the matter? Someone a little jealous at all the happy couples around her?”

Jessa’s brows rose and she laughed, snorting a little as she did. It was cute. MJF had to give it that much. He stepped a little closer, his free hand lingering at her hip ever-so-slightly as he continued to stare, his eyes breaking from her eyes to wander down and settle on a plump set of cherry-colored lips. Briefly, he toyed with the idea of just going for it and kissing her right then and there, but he reigned in the urge to do so. “Are you gonna answer me, beautiful?”

Jessa’s stomach fluttered.

…. It’s gotta be gas station nachos, there is absolutely no way I feel anything other than irritation for this gigantic douche…

Even as she had the thought, she KNEW deep down that was totally false.

“They were hanging too low in the door. It was annoying?” - fuck, why did that come out like I was asking his permission to move something that was in my way? Jessa finally answered and as she wondered why she’d done it, MJF was prying the garland from her hands carefully, his gaze not breaking from her own a single second as he smirked. “Are you sure that’s the only reason, princess? I mean you’ve been skulking around here all week moody. I think you’re lonely.” he clucked his tongue and shook his head. He honestly didn’t get her. He’d never seen anyone so repressed before and it bothered him because he knew that with her level of repression, sooner or later, an explosion was incoming. And she had nobody she was particularly close to that she could actually sit down and confide in. It had to be lonely.

… just admit it, you wanna be the one she does that with… the thought crept it’s way in, only to be shoved right back out because MJF wasn’t ready to deal with the fact that of all the women he could have fallen for, it was the one who hated pretty much everyone.

“I don’t get lonely, okay! I don’t..” her voice dropped just the slightest when she realized that she’d practically shouted the first part and people were watching them, “I don’t need anybody. This is just a stupid fuckin holiday that people use as an excuse to bribe people into thinking they like them when any of the other 364 days of the year, they couldn’t be bothered to give a fuck.”

The outburst was more telling than she realized and it gave MJF an idea, of sorts. A way in. At this point, he was grasping at straws where she was concerned, because every idea Allie bounced off of him just didn’t seem to work. It’d either be too much or not enough. But this one, this idea he was getting… It was simple and perfect.

“Maybe they do. They just can’t say it because you won’t hear it.” MJF mused, biting his lip as he gazed down at her. He halfway hoped that by now she’d pick up on the way he treated her worlds differently than he treated the others, but she hadn’t. If anything, it only seemed to make her edgier and alienate her more.

Jessa blinked and shook her head. For just a second there, it seemed like he was trying to hint at something. And the thought was a mixture of concerning and comforting. She found herself wondering again why MJF seemed to treat her with kid gloves sometimes, not willing to get as down and dirty when they had their war of words like she was.

“Whatever, Maxwell. Either way, this garland? Headed for the garbage.” she worked at prying it from his hand. Their hands wound up touching a time or two and she sucked in a breath at the warmth and the roughness of his hands. Certainly not the hands of a rich pretty boy, she found herself thinking and naturally, her mind chose to take that a step further, definitely a feeling I’d like to feel all over my body.. And she was shaking her head as if to shake that thought right out of it.

“Hey, whoa! Maybe just give that to me. I can find somewhere else to put it.” MJF took the garland back quickly, holding it out of the petite hellion’s reach though she leaped for it a few times. She pouted and bit her lip as she stared up at him, stepping away as soon as she realized just how close she’d been standing to him.

That designer cologne he wore was haunting her now, she’d probably smell it all night and catch her mouth-watering. She tucked some hair back behind her ear and swallowed hard, nodding to the garland. “Fine, whatever. I..I don’t have time to deal with you right now.” Jessa whirled away, so flustered that she started to head down the wrong end of the hallway. She swore and backtracked, walking past him as quickly as possible and definitely not meeting his gaze as she did so.

She fell into the makeup chair dramatically and let out a long groan as she closed her eyes. From the seat next to her, Allie giggled and spoke up. “Dramatic entrance. I’m going to assume that you’ve already had a run-in with Maxwell tonight?” she asked as she slicked cherry colored gloss on her lips, puckering up at her reflection in the mirror.

Jessa grumbled and dug around in the makeup kit sitting in front of her, casting aside product after product. “Why do I even bother with this crap? I’m here to fight, not look pretty. If I’d wanted to do that I’d have gone the America’s Next Top Model route.” she slammed the lid of the case shut and Allie stood, gracefully stepping over to the chair Jessa sat in, taking hands full of Jessa’s soft dark brown locks into her hands. “You could’ve done it, ya know?” Allie mused almost nonchalant. Jessa eyed her warily.

Allie found herself praying to God that MJF hurried up with whatever he was up to because she could only keep Jessa occupied for a limited time; Jessa wasn’t known for patience. Or sitting still. Or making conversation for extended periods.

The girl was living, breathing chaos.

She honestly still couldn’t figure out what got MJF all stirred up over her and if he hadn’t given her the impassioned speech he had last night when he enlisted her help for tonight and his attempt at romancing Jessa, she never would’ve agreed to it because she’d seen quite a few less fortunate girls meet with heartbreak at the hands of the man.

She was massaging Jessa’s scalp and she gave a soft laugh when she heard Jessa sigh and saw the woman’s eyes flutter open and closed. “Scalp massage. They really do help your hair. Especially for those with manes like you’ve got yourself here. How do you deal with your hair being so thick?”

Jessa shrugged. “I don’t like change. It’s easier to just throw it up than to cut it off and miss it.” As Allie’s fingers moved haphazardly over her scalp, she found herself going back to the way it felt when she and MJF accidentally touched a few times. And the look in his eyes when he said what Jessa felt had to be a hint at something.

“Well, it’s gorgeous. Maybe if we just moved a little out of your eyes so it’s not always getting in the way of your view…” Allie eyed the way she’d grabbed Jessa’s hair in the mirror and she grabbed for a few pins the same shade as Jessa’s hair and she slid them into the area she’d been holding, stepping back. “Ooh. I like it.”

Jessa eyed it and then Allie. She gave a little smile and shrugged. “Yeah, why not. Listen,” she gestured at the makeup kit in disgust, “Apparently, I have to wear this shit. So.. Whatever you wanna do, I guess?”

Allie clapped her hands together, giving a laugh similar to the ones she gave during promos and she opened the kit, setting to work. Jessa just sat there letting her because if she had to admit it, she could do her own makeup just fine, she was just far too lazy to be bothered. So, every week, she pulled this trick with the other women.

Her favorite time arguably was whenever Riho or Nyla happened to be present. On occasion, it was enjoyable whenever Kris was around and felt like doing it, because she always had creative ideas.

As Allie was getting ready to pop some false lashes on Jessa, her cell phone lit up. She went ahead and put on the lashes and Jessa sat blinking, giving a soft laugh. “Fancy! I don’t entirely hate these. Thanks.”

Allie nodded and smirked at the other woman. “I’m heading down to change. Maybe we can walk down together?”

“Why not?” Jessa shrugged mildly as she slipped out of the chair, falling into step beside Allie. As soon as they got into the locker room, Jessa hurried over to her locker, pulling it open.

The box of conversation hearts sat there and she glanced around, brows raised and a confused look on her face. “At least it’s not the kind that taste like actual chalk.” she took out the box, opening it and pouring some in her hand. She’d been just about to eat them but she stopped when she realized that they all said the same thing.

“I Want You. Okay then, stranger with candy.” Jessa muttered as she poured the candies in her hand into her mouth. Allie laughed from beside her just as Jessa noticed the single dark red rose leaned against the inside, with a card and she reached for them. “What?” Jessa eyed Allie who simply shrugged and went back to dressing for her match.

Jessa tore into the envelope, eyes darting over the card. “ Roses are red, that much is true. But violets, they’re purple and definitely not blue. Enjoy the mystery and by the end of tonight; I’ll reveal myself to you.” she muttered the words, giving a quiet snort. “Not too shabby, I’ll say that. Whoever did this probably got the wrong locker.” Jessa’s fingers wound through her hair and she flipped over the red envelope, a brow raised at her name scrawled across the front. “Okay, so it’s for me. Oh god, I know what this is!” Jessa gave a soft laugh, peeking behind the lockers that separated the front of the room from the showers and toilet stalls in back. “Okay, you guys can come out now.”

Allie raised a brow and started to ask what exactly Jessa thought was going on, but she didn’t have to because Jessa turned to Allie and shrugged. “This is a joke. I mean.. It’s gotta be, right?” as her brows knit together in total confusion. She tossed another handful of the candy hearts into her mouth. Allie bent down, picking up the torn book page from the floor as she held it out to Jessa. “I think this was in that when you opened it.”

Jessa eyed the torn book page. It was ripped from a book of poems. She remembered reading it in an airport earlier in the week. Her fingertip caught in the ends of her hair, twisting and tugging at a strand or two as she read the POEM out loud, shuffling her feet and fidgeting the entire time. “Okay, that was…”

“Sexy? Sweet? Intense?” Allie questioned, trying not to laugh. Maybe Maxwell’s idea wasn’t doomed to fail like she’d told him it would. Then again, she honestly thought Jessa hated the guy to begin with, so it did beg to question…

“That’s one way to put it. Phew.” Jessa fanned her face with the card and took a few deep breaths. “Well? Aren’t you gonna share?”

“Okay, alright.” Jessa took a deep breath and cleared her throat, starting to read from the torn book page.

Come here and take off your clothes & with them, every single worry you have ever carried. My fingertips on your back will be the very last thing you will feel before sleeping & the sound of my smile the alarm clock to your morning ears.

Come here and take off your clothes & with them, every single yesterday that has snuck atop your shoulders & declared them home. My whispers will be the soundtrack to your secret dreams and my hand, the anchor to the life which you will open your eyes to.

Come here and take off your clothes. - Tyler Knott Gregson

“Oh wow. Damn. Hey, the hearts. What’d they say again?” Allie asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. She had a feeling that she was starting to catch on to what Maxwell was up to and if she was right, it was… Definitely not something she’d have ever associated with the guy.

She’d never have assumed that beneath the cocky and almost overbearing exterior an actual romantic resided within.

Jessa grabbed the box and poured out a handful. The lone pink candy heart caught her eye and she raised a brow, reading it. “Nice tits.” she couldn’t help but giggle and look down as she joked aloud, “Bitch where, huh?”

Allie cleared her throat and Jessa held out one of the blue hearts in her hand. “Be Mine.”

“Oh wow. The poem is connected to the hearts, I think. And maybe nice tits was the person’s way of teasing?” Allie bit her lip as she looked over at Jessa. Jessa was obviously still reeling from the effects of the poem on the torn book page and Allie had the feeling that if this round of Maxwell’s little ‘game’ was this intense, by the end of the night, Jessa was going to be an actual mess.

It amused her.

Jessa turned over the paper and she dug around, eventually resorting to using a lipliner pencil she had in her messenger bag to scrawl on the front of the paper that’d been left with the candies and the card and rose.

“There’s one problem with this, stranger with candy. Well, two. One, my mom always told me not to take candy from strangers. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t follow directions? And the main problem. I can’t be yours if I don’t know who you are? But this is entertaining. It certainly got my attention. - Jessa”

Allie watched Jessa scrawling the note onto the front of the paper and stick it back into her locker and as soon as that was done, Jessa turned to Allie and shrugged. “Now we’ll see if it was a fluke or not I guess? I’m betting it is.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s not, actually. Why’s it so hard to believe a man might be interested in you, Jessa?” Allie’s head tilted as she asked the question and Jessa shrugged. “Guess I’m just not used to it? I mean I’m not exactly people-friendly for the most part.” Jessa used air quotes to accentuate the phrase used and she smoothed her hands down the front of her favorite worn out skinny jeans, stretching. She was suddenly excited and full of energy.

But also, she was smart enough not to set the bar too high. And as soon as the thought of who she hoped it might be sending the candies and that poem crept in, she was choking on bottled water she’d just grabbed from the vending machine in the hallway.

Almost as if the guy had a radar and knew when she was even thinking about him, there he was, tapping her on the back and eyeing her with a raised brow while trying not to chuckle.

“Twice in a night.” Jessa choked out, catching her breath at last and continuing, “What the hell did I do to the man upstairs?” with hints of a teasing smirk. When their bodies brushed, she swallowed hard and attempted to step away a little. He wasn’t having to invade her personal space bubble tonight, apparently, she was doing good enough at it on her own.

MJF chuckled quietly. He’d gotten Allie’s text with a video clip of Jessa’s reaction so he knew good and well that right now, she was flustered and it embarrassed and infuriated her because she wasn’t used to it.

“Again, Jessa.. A ‘Hi, Maxwell. You look especially hot now that you just finished beating Diamond Dallas Page’s old ass’ would be great. Or even ‘Gee, thanks for keeping me from choking to death on a Voss.” MJF commented, staring her down intently. He hoped to God that Butcher and Blade hurried back from the little trip he’d sent them on because the rest of his surprise for Jessa kind of depended on it.

Tonight was the night. He had to do something to make himself known to her. He wanted her to see the side of him that he didn’t bother showing anyone else.

He grumbled when Guevara wandered over, stopping in front of Jessa again. “Hey baby girl.”

“Fuck off, child.” Jessa grumbled, glaring at the other guy. At least Maxwell has a right to be so goddamn cocky, Jessa mused to herself as she gazed almost boredly at Sammy, this guy has not a single one and yet… He thinks he’s god’s gift…

For a split second as Sammy was fucking her with his eyes again, the thought crossed her mind that he could well be the one behind everything she’d just found in her locker and that thought had her laughing so hard she was doubled over in an instant. The laughter served a dual purpose when Sammy eyed her as if she were losing her entire mind and made a hasty retreat. MJF cleared his throat.

“Think you might share what’s so funny?” Maxwell eyed her with a brow raised.

“I just.. No, if THAT bag of dicks is sending me secret Valentines stuff.. There’s no way it’s him. He’s got all the depth of a kiddie pool.” Jessa gulped as soon as their bodies bumped together lightly.

There went that magnetic pull to MJF that she’d yet to figure out and couldn’t seem to ignore. Rather than step away this time, she found herself kind of.. Gazing up at his lips intently. She wasn’t a tiny girl, but he towered over her easily. She found herself toying with how easy he’d be able to pick her up and toss her into bed. Or hold her against a wall. She coughed again, nearly choking on her own saliva this time and Maxwell chuckled. “You seem distracted. Did this mystery guy really get you that riled up, Jessa? Does this mean that contrary to what you said earlier, you actually might just be a little lonely?”

His hand wandered down, lightly squeezing her hip and the feel of his rough hands against her skin was enough to have her thighs clenching just slightly. She’d die before admitting it, but everything about Maxwell Jacob Friedmann got to her. Whether it be sexually or in irritation.

“Or maybe this guy just really KNOWS what I really want. Unlike others who constantly just run their mouths and don’t bother trying to back their words up with actions.” Jessa countered, her hand lowering as she teasingly slid a fingertip right across his lower abdomen, smirking up at him almost teasingly when her eyes met his and she caught him swallowing hard and trying to catch his breath.

Let him be as flustered as he leaves me all the goddamn time, Jessa thought to herself as she called out to Allie, “Wanna go to that 7-11? I feel the need for a Slurpee.” and Allie agreed to it quickly. It worked out almost perfectly because this gave MJF time to get round two of his little ‘game of seduction’ set up for Jessa to find when she returned.

“Hey, since you’re goin’, bring me back something.” he called out, half teasing. Just because he knew her well enough to know it’d be met with her middle finger and a smirk.

As soon as the two women were safely out of the arena, he whipped out his cell phone and called Butcher and Blade. “Where the actual fuck are you two right now, huh? I wanna get this done. So I can get to the best part… The part where I FINALLY get all this off my chest.”

“We’re incoming. It took a while to find a place that still had the exact flowers and the other things you wanted to get her, man.”

–

Skid Row was blasting so loud that Allie almost couldn’t hear herself think. Jessa clearly couldn’t drive, she was zigging and zagging in and out of traffic as if she were a wheelman on their way to a bank robbery or something. It was a stark contrast to Maxwell’s staunch position on 5 miles over was risky enough. Allie was really starting to see what exactly might have drawn her friend to Jessa in the first place.

Jessa was loud and wild and breathing chaos. Maxwell was calm and over-thinking to a fault almost. People were constantly telling the guy that he needed to loosen up; including Jessa on several of her more playful occasions. The car came to a sharp stop in the parking lot of the 7-11 and Jessa was jumping out, waiting on the sidewalk on Allie. Allie needed to collect herself and she almost wanted to kiss the ground she stood on just because she’d made it to the little gas station in one piece. Jessa giggled. “You act like you’ve never ridden in a fast car. C’mon.”

She was scrambling through the door, grabbing an arm full of junk and a Cosmopolitan with “The Best Sex of Your Life: Ten tricks You should Be Trying in 2020” in bold red across the cover. Allie grabbed herself bottled water and let her eyes dart around warily, nudging Jessa and nodding to the junk food in her arms.

“Is all that necessary?” Allie questioned, twisting a strand of blonde around her fingertips as her eyes darted around the little gas station before settling back on Jessa.

“No, but I WANT it.” Jessa shrugged and Allie gave a laugh at the response. She’d finally found it.

The common thread between the two. When they wanted something, there was zero hesitation. This whole thing was either going to go exactly as Maxwell seemed to think it would or Jessa was going to explode. Either way, it was something Allie was definitely amused by.

“What are you doing now?”

“Getting the gigantic bag of dicks something. He’s a meathead. A protein bar, maybe? No, no..” Jessa knit her brow as she scoured the shelves, trying to find something to take back to Maxwell, even though she honestly couldn’t care less.

Or so she kept telling herself.

Allie smirked and stopped Jessa mid bend. “Oh my god. You.. You actually LIKE him… Don’t you?” she was taunting gently and Jessa bit her lip, blowing strands of hair out of her eyes as she muttered in an annoyed tone, “Let’s just say I wouldn’t throw him outta bed and leave it alone, alright? Okay, got meathead his protein bar thing and bottled water and some of those stupid Rocher chocolates. I’m all done.”

“Good god, woman. You realize all this… glorified junk.. Is going straight to your ass, right?”

“God I can only hope. I’m tired of having a non-existent ass.” Jessa quipped, hurrying to the register as soon as she’d gotten her cherry-flavored Slurpee. After paying for everything, they got back into the car. Allie crossed herself and buckled in and Jessa snickered. “My driving is not that bad.”

“Woman, my entire life story played like a movie in front of my eyes the entire time.”

Jessa gave a soft laugh and poked out her tongue, fixing her eyes on the road as she pulled out of the parking lot and merged with traffic.

Allie knew how much Maxwell was worrying about his chances at pulling his whole master plan off for the night. And since he was kind of a friend, she felt like she should give the guy a little hope.

← Okay so. Here’s the thing.

← Your girl cannot drive, first of all.

← Second, she kind of admitted something huge to me.. About you.

← Do not make me regret helping you because she’s honestly kind of growing on me…

They were pulling to a stop in the parking lot of the arena and Jessa was digging around, grabbing her issue of Cosmo, her cherry-flavored Slurpee and the share size bag of sour skittles she’d bought herself. She eyed the stuff she’d gotten MJF and sighed, grumbling. “I HATE having a weak spot for that frickin meatball.”

“Why does liking someone annoy you so much?”

“I dunno.. Never really thought about it.” Jessa shrugged as she grabbed the bag with the stuff she’d gotten him inside and got out of the car, shutting the door with her hip. She’d just stepped through the door and into the backstage area when she spotted MJF. She walked up and tapped his shoulder with the protein bar and once he’d turned around, she deposited the candy and protein bar as well as the bottled water into his hands and skipped away without a word.

MJF was left standing there watching her skip away, untwisting the cap on his bottled water as he smirked to himself.

A softer smirk.

–

Jessa stood in front of her locker, eyeing it almost as if she was torn between opening it or just walking away. Finally, with a little swearing, she pulled it open and reached inside. Her hand closed around something thin and upon pulling it out she realized it was a white rose. She passed it under her nose, giving a little smile before tucking it behind her ear and she reached into her locker again.

The note she’d scribbled out to whoever was behind this was sitting there, this time with their own response beneath.

Yeah, I’ve noticed that you and directions don’t exactly go hand in hand. It’s one of the things I love about you though. As far as your second concern, all will be revealed after the show is over. Until then, just enjoy this.

The box of conversation hearts was back again and this time the color was orange. Jessa raised a brow, opening the box and taking one out as she took a sip of her Slurpee. “U&Me and Nice Ass, huh? Okay, you have me curious now. This is.. A giant puzzle.” Jessa eyed the note and tried to think.

She’d never seen the writing on it before. It was neat and smaller. Her hand raised to her hair and she raked her fingers through it, shuffling her feet against the locker room floor. “Hmm.”

Nyla spoke up from behind her. “White roses mean new beginnings.”

Jessa turned and bit her lip, eyeing the rose. New beginnings? She’d honestly just thought whoever was going to all this trouble was just giving her flowers. “Any chance you know what a deep red one means?”

Nyla mulled it over and then asked the other woman with a smile, “Any reason why you want to know?”

“Because earlier tonight, I got this. And now, I’ve got more. And I get the feeling that everything means something, and it’s driving me insane. It’s like the answer is literally right in front of my face?” Jessa gathered what she got earlier in the night and what she’d just gotten, holding it out to Nyla, who read over everything and snickered quietly at the two hearts she had left from earlier and the ones she’d just gotten.

“Girl, somebody is trying to tell you something alright. This” Nyla waved the note that Jessa’s admirer responded on at her, “The writing looks familiar.”

“Oh?”

“But it CANNOT be him.”

Jessa was holding her breath and waiting patiently for an answer but all Nyla would do was smirk and hand her the note back. “It’s called a surprise, Jessa.”

“Damn it! No fair!” Jessa stomped her feet and pouted, but Nyla shrugged. Oh, she could’ve easily told Jessa that the writing on the note might possibly be the handwriting of one Maxwell Jacob Friedmann, but she wasn’t about to ruin the potential for amusement later in the night.

And she was lowkey impressed by the symbolism in the little puzzles. If Jessa really thought about it, the answer was right there in front of her nose, just like she thought.

Jessa turned her attention back to her locker, wondering if there would be another page torn from a book. She reached back in and smirked as she felt her fingertips brush against paper. Her eyes darted over the torn page eagerly and she crossed her legs, going fidgety at the words on the page.

I want to wet your lips

Tantalize your tongue

Elevate your heart rate

And make your veins hum

Burn like the fire inside of you

As you swallow me down

Drink me

Drink deeply my love

Intoxicate yourself with my presence

Imbibe my essence

I want to make you so very dizzy

Stumble footed

Room spinningly dizzy

Drunk on love.

- John Mark Green

She finished reading it and sat it down on the tabletop, taking several deep breaths. “Okay, wow. You sir.. Are a grade A tease and a half.”

She wandered out of the locker room intent on walking it off, Slurpee and Skittles in hand, roaming down the hallway as she tried to puzzle everything out. Her mind was a thousand miles away and this is how she wound up colliding with MJF for a second time. He steadied her and she gazed up at him, taking a long sip of her Slurpee.

“Do you ever watch where you’re going, Jessa? I could’ve knocked you over.” Maxwell eyed her in concern because he’d literally been barreling down the hallway, too damned angry at DDP to even stop for a second to consider anyone else in his path.

Jessa continued to drink her Slurpee and shrugged it off. He was being weird tonight. No weirder than usual, Jessa thought to herself as she tossed her Slurpee into the garbage nearby. She almost asked him if he recognized the writing on the note, but she decided against it.

Why give him one more reason to be an ass?

“I’m fine.” Jessa finally answered, her gaze shifting from his eyes down to his mouth. She quickly tore her eyes off his mouth and tried to find literally anything else to focus on. He chuckled quietly and asked, “Are you sure? You seem a little dazed. Not to mention, you actually bought me something back earlier.”

“Maybe I can be nice on occasion?” Jessa tried to downplay it, but she found herself pinned in by his hypnotic gaze and staring right back at him, praying like hell he didn’t read too much into it. MJF’s gaze darted down to her tee-shirt and he raised a brow.

“The Lost Boys. Is that some kind of band?”

He used that teasing tone. Jessa gaped at him a second or two and then gave a soft laugh. “Please tell me you did not just ask that.”

“What?”

��If The Lost Boys, the best freakin’ vampire epic of all time… is a band.”

“I mean, given the stuff you classify as music, Jessa.” he shrugged, a smirk tugging the corners of his mouth upward as he found himself stepping closer. She had some hair hanging right into her left eye. Before he could stop himself, he was reaching out and brushing it out to tuck it behind her ear. She eyed him warily and shook her head.

No, she thought to herself, there is no way it’s him leaving me the candies, roses and poems. It can’t be, it just can’t. That man doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body.

But something kept insisting that at very least, she was completely wrong about him.

“It’s a movie, Maxwell. A freakin amazing movie.” Jessa finally managed to answer, barely hiding a laugh. “It’s right up there with The Breakfast Club. Or I think so, at least.”

MJF grinned a little, leaning in closer. “I know that one. And it is a decent movie. Despite glaring plot holes.”

“How dare you!” Jessa pretended to be offended, rolling her eyes. “I guess it’s too low class for a man of your tastes. It’s probably over your head anyway. There are no plot holes, Maxwell, how dare you.”

“It’s true.” he shrugged mildly and Jessa threw her hand in his face, being sassy all over again.

“I refuse to continue this conversation. I’m going to hair and makeup. Maybe I can bother some of the girls. Maybe Penelope will be in there again and I can make her fuck up her makeup. That’d make tonight even better for me.”

He smiled to himself, shaking his head. He realized what she’d said at the end and curiosity took over, prompting him to call out after her, “What’s made it good so far? I mean you started it off cranky like usual. Now suddenly, you’re being a little tease and laughing..”

“Oh, nothing.” Jessa drawled, holding his gaze for a few seconds. “Just finding out that maybe there are decent people in the world?”

Before he could get anything else out of her, she was gone, vanishing into hair and makeup. He took a deep breath and eyed the time on his Geneva watch. It was time to go for it. The last part to this whole elaborate plan. Somehow knowing that she was happy at least made the potential for this to go totally awry completely worth it for him.

He’d die before admitting it, but tonight’s surprises were not something he’d do for just anyone. He’d already wrapped up far more time in her than he’d ever done for any of his past relationships. That alone said something.

Knowing what he’d done at least gave her a smile had him smiling too.

And torn between total anxiety and the smug feeling of proving there was so much more to him than met the eye for her when he finally did reveal himself.

He set off to get everything set up one last time.

Allie spotted him and waved him over, holding open the locker room door. “You have to hurry. You almost got caught last time, she literally came rushing right back in almost five minutes after you left. Just.. get this done, Maxwell.”

“Okay, alright. Calm down.”

He went straight for Tessa’s locker, opening it. After he put the pale violet colored rose into the locker along with the box of candy hearts and the book page, he picked up the little note they’d been ‘passing’ for the better part of the night, his eyes brightening when he turned it over and read her response to his previous one.

“You’re probably the only one who loves that about me. After the show, huh? I’ve gotta say… This is probably the most excited I’ve been in a long time. And I don’t even like Valentines Day. I’m getting the feeling that all of these things you’re leaving me all have a meaning. I haven’t figured it out yet, but I will. So, we’ll just see if you can keep your secrets, sir. We’ll see. - Jessa”

–

The show was getting closer and closer to an end for the night. Jessa found herself getting more and more excited with each minute that passed. It took all her limited restraint to keep from rushing back down the hall and into the locker room just to see if her mystery admirer had left anything else. She’d asked around as subtly as possible about the note and the handwriting on it, and nobody would tell her anything.

Jake Hager almost doubled over laughing and wouldn’t say anything beyond telling Jessa to keep an open mind when whoever it was revealed themselves. She was starting to think that everybody in the back was in on this somehow. She sat on top of a trunk in the hallway when she saw Allie going into the locker room after looking up the hall and down as if she were waiting on someone.

“Weird.” Jessa shrugged it off, scrolling through her Spotify library, choosing a song to listen to as she tried to work out what everything meant.

Nyla told her the red rose meant deep love and the white one meant new beginnings. The poems seemed to tie into the messages on the candy hearts she’d been left. Jessa rubbed her temples, her nose wrinkling as she went over a list of possible people, trying to rule out every single one of them.

She hopped off of the top of the trunk she’d been sitting on and started down the hallway. If there wasn’t anything in her locker this time she’d know it was probably a collective hazing thing. She was almost halfway convinced that was what this had to be, but then why hadn’t anyone else who’d just signed with the roster gotten similar?

Pacing in front of her locker must have been driving Britt crazy because Britt finally cleared her throat. “Something wrong, Jess?”

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

“Nothing.” Jessa was quick to say it and after a deep breath and telling herself just how ridiculous she was being, she opened the door to her locker one last time.

She reached inside and pulled out a violet-colored rose and another box of candy hearts. The torn book page fluttered to the floor and so did the note they’d been leaving back and forth all night. Jessa bent quickly to retrieve them off the floor and as soon as she had, she read the note first.

I’m glad I have you excited. And that I finally have your attention. It’s been nice seeing you smile. You’re cute, okay? Especially when you smile and giggle and do things that tease me more than you realize. Gotta confess.. I’m really nervous and that’s something that just doesn’t happen. I’ll be waiting outside right after the show ends. Look for the guy in the brown jacket, if you don’t figure out who I am. Personally? I’m pretty damn confident you won’t.

Jessa laughed softly and shook her head, sitting down the paper in favor of the torn book page.

Fist full of hair

Desire

Mouth full of silence

Pleasure

Tongue curling and coaxing

Intoxicating

Hips thrusting

Abandonment

Nails digging

Rapacious

Throats instinctively swallowing

Indulgence

Eyes full of desire meet

Rapture

- The Dark Muse

“Fuck.” the k lingered sharply as she re-read the poem and felt her body starting to burn up all over. She fanned herself and swallowed hard, eyes darting around. She’d seen Allie in the locker room earlier, so naturally, she wandered over.

“Hey, when you were in here a few minutes ago, did you see anybody around my locker?”

Allie gave her a blank look and swallowed hard. She was beyond tempted to tell Jessa exactly who was behind it all, but she decided against it and shook her head no instead. Jessa smoothed her hands over her jeans and took a deep breath. “Damn it. This is driving me insane.”

She took the box of candies and opened them, biting back a quiet whimper as she read the sayings on the hearts inside. “All mine.” she poured the box out as she muttered the words written on the first heart she pulled out. Right away, her sights fell on the purple one and she picked it up, reading it. “All night. Fuck.” Jessa fanned herself and took a few shaky breaths. If she thought the poem he’d left the second time had her a soaking wet mess before, that was nothing compared to the latest poem and the hearts.

She wandered over to Nyla and tapped her shoulder. “What’s a purple rose mean?”

Nyla stopped and mulled it over, smiling. “True love.. Or love at first sight. Or that’s what my grandma always told me. Was that rose purple this time? Girl…”

“It was and he’s waiting outside, holy shit.” Jessa fanned herself, bouncing up and down for a few seconds because she was suddenly that excited.

And anxious. So very anxious. Because the thought hit her then… what if it was someone she wasn’t interested in?

Or alternately, what if it was someone she was extremely interested in?

Like say, Maxwell Jacob Friedmann?

She laughed it off. There was no way it was him. He merely liked to push her buttons and get her riled up because that was just his way. Surely there wasn’t some deep hidden meaning?

But, she found herself thinking, new beginnings, which the white rose symbolizes, only really fits him. Because him and I got off to a really, really rocky start.

As she gathered her things and prepared herself to walk out into the parking garage, she felt her hands shake ever so slightly. Her stomach was fluttering and she almost couldn’t breathe.

Maxwell found himself watching the doors leading out into the parking garage intently, his eyes on his Geneva watch when they weren’t on the doors. Had she figured out it was him and was now refusing to come out for whatever reason? He started to pace a little, glaring at one of the other guys when they mentioned him being stood up. And somehow, during the distraction of that, he missed her slipping out into the parking garage, brown eyes darting around as if she was looking for someone.

The second Jessa saw a man in a brown ankle-length jacket, she knew exactly who it was. He didn’t have to turn around for her to know that it was MJF and just the thought had her heart pounding so loudly it almost blocked all other sound. Before she realized what she was doing, she was running to catch up to the man because he’d started to walk away, obviously giving up.

She caught up to him just before he reached his Range Rover and she grabbed his wrist gently, putting a stop to his walk. Before he could really even process what was happening, she was climbing him like a literal tree, her legs cinching his hips tight and making him stagger back slightly until he got himself steady. He growled into her mouth as her tits pressed into his chest and the eleven roses in his hand fell to the pavement as both hands gripped both sides of her ass, grinding her against him. He could feel her fingertips tugging at his hair and she smirked into the kiss.

“Ya know, you had me going half the night. But then it hit me a few minutes ago. Out of all the people on the roster, you’re the only one that even slightly made sense. I told you I’d figure it out.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t that maybe you were hoping it was me?” he couldn’t resist the remark and when she lightly swatted at his chest, he chuckled. “I mean.. I figured out you had a thing for me before you even really did?”

“I did not!”

“Are we seriously going to spend tonight arguing about this, woman? Just admit that on some level, I was right.” he nipped at her lower lip hungrily, fingertips digging deeper into her ass as he turned to the Range Rover and sat her on the hood, stepping between her legs. He bent down, retrieving the flowers and he held them up to her. “These are for you.”

Jessa slipped her legs around him again, pulling him closer as she leaned in, taking the flowers and passing them under her nose before putting them aside in order to pull him into an even deeper kiss while pouting.

“What’s wrong, princess?” MJF asked as soon as he felt her starting to pout.

“And now I feel like shit because all I got you was the chocolate balls and the protein bar and water.” Jessa deepened the kiss, threading her fingers along his scalp, making him laugh. “I got you. That’s what I wanted in the first place. To finally find a way to kind of show ya how I really feel.” he shrugged and she eyed him, biting her lip. “I never realized you were a romantic softie.”

“And that’s going to stay our secret, yeah?” he muttered against her lips breathlessly before breaking the kiss to ask the question, “So.. Where do you want to go?”

“Back to the hotel.” Jessa purred against his mouth, rubbing herself against him as best as she could.

#mjf fanfiction #mjf fanfic #mjf fic #mjf oneshot #mjf imagine #// valentines fluff anyone?#// this turned out kinda cute m'kay?

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minijenn · 4 years

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Monster Falls Preview 2

I swear to god I will give ya’ll one more preview of this chapter that actually does have monster shenanigans in it but for now have some foreshadowing and cute moments with Centi:

“Ok, Centi--Oh,” Steven stopped short as he led the way down the stairs. “I guess that’s not really your name. What should we call you?” Centipeetle answered in a series of unintelligible chirps, one that left all four of the kids staring at her, dumbfounded. “Oh, right, can’t talk…” Steven rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Maybe we could try to guess your name,” Mabel suggested. “What about… Lindsay?”

“Mabel, that’s not a Gem name,” Dipper said flatly as Centipeedle shook her head. “It’d probably be something more like… Oh, I dunno, she’s green, so… Emerald?”

Once again, Centipeedle made a face, obviously not a fan of that name either. “Well, there are plenty of green gemstones out there,” Connie noted. “I picked up a book on different gemstone types awhile back for… reasons. So, off the top of my head, I can think of… Jade, Tourmaline-”

“Peridot, but we’ve already got one of those!” Mabel chimed in.

“Demantoid, Aventurine, Nephrite-” Centipeedle suddenly cut off Connie’s list with a loud squeal, which she paired with hopping up and down on the balls of her feet as soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs. The kids exchanged a curious look at this, none of them really knowing what to make of it until Steven spoke up.

“Well, that can’t be it,” he frowned, not noticing Centipeedle’s disgruntled sigh. “We’ll just stick with Centi for now, ok? Just like we did before. Do you remember any of that?” he asked Centipeedle with a hopeful smile. “That time you saved me from a crow, or how you took on that pterodactyl baby, or how we helped the Gems electrocute--uh, actually, do forget that one.”

Centipeedle tilted her head in confusion, though her singular eye suddenly shot wide with alarm as she stumbled back into the porch staircase. The kids didn’t understand where this newfound bout of fear was coming from until she pointed a shaking hand past them to the animal that was peacefully grazing several feet away. “Oh, that’s only a deer,” Dipper explained to Centipeedle. “Don’t worry; it won’t hurt you. In fact, it’s more likely to run away from you than do anything else, see?” Sure enough, by now the deer had noticed the group standing nearby and had taken off, bounding back into the woods it had come from. By now, Centipeedle’s fear had turned into intrigue as she attempted following the deer, only to stop short as she stumbled across something else that caught her eye instead.

“Whatcha got there, Centi?” Steven asked, walking over to where the semi-corrupted Gem had knelt down. She chirped brightly as she pointed out a patch of pink wildflowers, apparently fascinated by them as she turned back toward them. “Oh! Those are some really pretty flowers! Here, hold tight for just a second.” Centipeedle continued to curiously watch as Steven picked a few of the flowers, tying them together into a simple, yet fashionable crown, which he proceeded to place on the semi-corrupted Gem’s head. “Tada! It’s for you! Do you like it?”

Centipeedle did seem to enjoy the flower crown as she cooed happily, though she kept trying to really look up at it to no avail. “Oh, you wanna see how you look?” Mabel inferred, grabbing her hand. “Well, c’mon! You can check out your fab new style right here.” She led Centipeedle over to the nearby stream, allowing her to get a full and proper view of how the flower crown looked on her. The semi-corrupted Gem managed a satisfied smile as she looked at her reflection, though that reflection was soon broken by the small fish that happened to briefly jump out of the water. Centipeedle flinched, afraid, as she fell back into the grass, her flower crown landing right beside her. “Aw, Centi! No need to freak out!” Mabel chuckled as she repositioned the flower crown on her head. “That was just a cute little fish! It can’t hurt you. Well, unless we’re talking about some of the big boys out in the ocean, cause something like a shark isn’t exactly the kind of fish you wanna-” She stopped short upon meeting Centipeedle’s nervous expression once more. “Uh… you know what? Never mind.”

“Boy,” Connie grinned as the semi-corrupted Gem peered back into the stream for another look. “She sure is curious, huh?”

“She must not have gotten to see a whole lot of the Earth before she was corrupted…” Steven frowned sympathetically.

“Speaking of which, I’ve been thinking,” Dipper interjected. “If we really want to help her uncorrupt completely, then maybe what we need to do first is figure out how she was corrupted in the first place and work from there.”

“Didn’t Pearl say something about ‘damage from the Diamonds’?” Connie mused. “What kind of damage could they have done to cause something like… well, what happened to her?”

#and then right after this the Thing happens that makes everyone turn into monsters #im not even kidding its literally right after this part #im writing it now ahahaha #jen writes #universe falls #monster falls #uf preview

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I know y'all have a lotta AUs, so I gotta ask: what would the Blumenthal Drei's relationship be like had Caleb never had his breakdown? I know the circumstances have dramatically changed in the fic (re: Astrid may uh, may wanna murder Caleb, which ain't, y'know, conducive to friendship), so I'm curious how the relationship would be at a "base state." We get glimpses of the relationship's natural state through flashbacks, so I'm curious how that would've evolved with time had Shit Not Hit The Fan

The sort of scenario I think you’re describing here is one that we haven’t really talked about much honestly, and on top of that if we did it’d still give some tangential spoilers unfortunately. However, I am instead going to use this as an opportunity to talk instead about what Ed and I have been calling the “Allura Drei AU”, aka The One Where Trent Was Visiting The Area Around Draconia Right When It Fell And Friggin Died And The Blumenkids Got To Grow Up Without His Nonsense

it’s what he deserves.

ANYWAY.

im gonna give a general overview without going into toooo much detail on the kinda things we imagine here because we’ve talked about a lot of stuff, this one’s a happy place favorite, but like, this is the golden timeline, lets put it that way. so. without trent in the picture, the three kids were noticed and mentored by probably someone else at Soltryce, or potentially might’ve just gone through it as normal students and just generally done great there, but they all stick together when they graduate and after hanging around doing stuff in Rexxentrum for a while eventually decide they wanna set up a proper tower somewhere quieter than the city, so they pack up and move out to Felderwin.

Is this confusing and kind of alarming for the people of Felderwin? Yes. yes, it is. ANYWAY the extremely short summary is that the three of them befriend the Brenattos because they need to get components somewhere and it makes sense to be good friends w/ the local apothecary, plus their little family group has a kid about the same age as Luc so it just sorta makes sense, and they’re all very saddened when Veth dies etc etc. but when the Krynn attack Felderwin the three of them chase off the attack and, upon noticing that Yeza’s been apparently caught up in some nasty stuff that has him wanted by both sides, promptly decide the best course of action is to lowkey kidnap him themselves (he’s ok with it actually) and keep him in their tower without telling anyone. and just. let both sides think the other has him while they figure out what’s going on.

and then through a series of shenanigans involving molly (who is still alive because this is the Good Timeline Okay caduceus is still here too its an au let us have this) getting to know the boys and astrid being stuck in some trouble she cant get out of on her own and needing rescue, the three wind up basically serving as an Allura-equivalent for the mighty nein. its very cute and very good.

but to answer more of your actual question now that the stage is set:

when thing were working well between the three of them, and there wasn’t a certain bastard man around to screw things up, the three sort of keep each other in balance ~~especially with sig around too but i still cant talk too much about him and i am dying, i want to so bad ok~~

Astrid and Bren have been fierce rivals since they were kids and that’d likely continue, but Eodwulf functions as an emotional center and a mediator, keeping tensions from boiling over and making sure that it stays just as a playful rivalry. They push each other to do better, and that’s part of why they’re both (Really, all three, honestly) are constantly improving at the rate they have ever since childhood. Bren and Astrid can both get too caught up in things, but Eodwulf is real good at keeping that from ever going too far.

Astrid and Eodwulf, meanwhile, like I’ve said previously, have very different languages, so to speak, but she and Bren have been on an extremely similar wavelength since pretty much the moment they met. But at the same time, Bren’s also good at reading Eodwulf. Astrid and Eodwulf are opposites in a lot of ways, and Bren’s a good happy medium who can help bridge the gap and serve as a translator where it’s needed. The two of them can do alright without him, as you can see in Ghosts, but there’s hiccups. They do best when they have a third party to help bridge the gaps in communication that sorta naturally happen between them. Plus, without Bren, they really never would’ve become friends in the first place, so that’s another reason he’s important to the triad. And then there’s Bren and Eodwulf–they do real well on their own, and would by this point definitely be married in this timeline, since, uh, canon stuff never happened. But. Even if it’s not as bad as it would be with trent’s trauma, Eodwulf is still somewhat conflict averse and struggles with RSD a lot, and Bren can, yknow, get caught in his head, plus he’s always been the natural at everything so wouldn’t really push himself as much on his own. Astrid drags them both out of their comfort zone, pushes Bren to keep improving because of the looming threat of her surpassing him always lingering, and Eodwulf straight up wouldn’t do a lot of the things he’s tried if Astrid weren’t around. She’s constantly pushing herself, seeing how far she can go, and she’s caused both of the boys to do so as well!

She’s also, weirdly enough, the moral center of the three in this scenario, if only because her morals are the least flexible. Like, she’s always up to pull pranks and mess around, but she’ll be the first one to really call someone out on something she thinks is Actually Wrong, even if the person doing it is someone she cares for deeply. Trent unfortunately poisoned her sense of morality and shaped it to suit his own purposes in canon, but since in this AU that didn’t happen, she’s really the one keeping the two of them from crossing certain lines. Her sense of morality doesn’t leave a lot of room for nuance, which is, yknow, not great, not to mention the whole reason she’s such a problem in Ghosts, but it’s good to have someone who can draw a line in the sand and say “no, actually” especially when dealing with extremely powerful wizards.

(It’s worth noting too though, that’s a thing I forgot to say about her in the ask about her relationship w/ eodwulf, and i also forgot to say likewise that Eodwulf helps remind her to slow down now and then; stop and smell the flowers, that sort of thing–he’s good at noticing bright spots and at spoiling himself and others, and that’s a thing Astrid wouldn’t be as good at on her own without people to keep her tethered. In this AU eodwulf’s extra good at that because he wouldn’t be such a MASSIVE misanthrope, and bren probably helps slow Astrid down now and then too, albeit to a lesser degree.)

anyway they’re an insanely good team and that highkey freaks out the rest of the wizards of the assembly, since wizards kinda have a well deserved reputation of not getting along w/ other wizards due to being a bunch of intellectuals with Opinions and Complexes and seeing three actually LIKE each other to the degree that they all live together and such is confusing and distressing and so the assembly largely just…..leaves them alone,,,

are parts of this probably very unrealistic? yeah. do i care? no its great feel free to ask more about it theres a lot to talk about

also all four of the adults (including sig who is not a wizard but, yknow, astrid’s here so he’s here) absolutely dote on brand who i cant talk about yet either im still dying whats up

#asks #zemnianghosts

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Young and Thoughtless - One Shot?

Takes place during BbS but has slight spoilers for the end of KH3! I wouldn’t mind doing a part 2 of this...

I laughed with my arms folded. “I told you you’d eventually get caught sneaking in,�� I said.

Isa coughed and sat up. “Very perceptive,” he grumbled. Lea rolled onto his back and sat up so he was facing the castle. After a moment he picked himself back to his feet. Isa stood as well. I chuckled as they dusted themselves off.

“C’mon, you two. Ice cream is on me,” I said.

The boys followed me back to the ice cream stand. I bought us each an ice cream stick—sea salt being the best—and we all found a quiet spot in the square to sit on the cobblestoned ground and eat it. Lea and Isa were quiet and thoughtful. Characteristic of Isa. But not Lea.

“What happens when you guys sneak in?” I asked. “What are you looking for?”

The two of them glanced at each other.

I sighed. “Okay. I get it. I’m the one who’s not a best friend. I don’t get to be trusted that much yet. I get it.”

“It’s not that,” Lea put in quickly.

“You just… won’t believe us,” Isa added.

“I've watched you two get up to some crazy shenanigans. I’m sure I’ll believe you,” I remarked, licking some ice cream before it could melt onto my hand. Isa took a bite of his.

“Alright. We’ve met another friend in there. A girl. We don’t know her name. She’s… she’s being used as an experiment. A lab rat if you will. We’re trying to rescue her,” Isa said.

I nodded. “I believe that,” I said. “You’re good boys.”

Isa rolled his eyes in irritation at the compliment but Lea puffed up his chest with a satisfied smile. I smiled at both of them. They were good kids—if they were mischievous and got into trouble—and I was happy that I’d made friends with them. Thanks to Lea and his habit of “picking up stray puppies,” as Isa always put it. He’d picked up me, a stray puppy myself I supposed, and I’d made friends to both of them.

“Don’t patronize us,” Isa said quietly, munching on his ice cream.

“I’m not,” I said. “I’m complimenting you. You idiot.”

Lea started laughing. “You’re too cute,” he said, ruffling my hair. I shoved him off.

“Heeey!” I protested with a giggle.

We laughed and used our free hands to shove at each other before Isa pushed himself between us and sat down. “Enough, you two,” he snapped. “You’re causing a scene.”

I glanced around the square. “There’s no one else here,” I said.

“Not out and about, but the curtains are moving in many windows.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

We went back to eating our ice cream in silence.

Which was broken when I was nearly done with mine by a voice shouting my name. All three of us looked up from our ice cream sticks and around. The shout of my name echoed down the streets again. I sighed. “It’s my mom. I gotta go,” I said, finishing off my ice cream and throwing the stick at Lea. “Throw that away for me, would ya?”

“Sure thing,” Lea said.

“See you at school tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

I nodded to them and jogged off, wiping my mouth to make sure there were no traces of blue ice cream on my lips.

I intercepted my mom before she could make it to the square. “Hi Mom,” I greeted.

“Where have you been, sweetheart?”

“Just walking around,” I said. “The castle grounds are beautiful this time of year.”

“By yourself?” Mom asked.

I nodded. She and my dad would never approve of the fact that my two best friends were both boys. They were under the old-fashioned impression that boys and girls couldn’t just be friends. “Yeah. I like having time with my thoughts.”

Mom hummed in thought. I started heading for home and she had no choice but to follow me if she wanted to keep pressing for details.

“Sweetie, I think you need to make more friends,” Mom said.

“I have plenty of friends.”

“You have three.”

Five.

“And you’re not particularly close to any of them.”

“You know me, Mom. I’d rather stay at home with a book than go out and hang with people.” I shrugged as my shoes clicked on the cobblestoned street of Radiant Garden. “I have enough friends for the way I am.”

“You just seem to be always alone.”

I’m not. Isa and Lea... they’re here for me all the time. But you won’t understand that... I thought.

“I like it that way. Most people are obnoxious,” I said.

“How do you ever plan to get married with that attitude?”

There it was again. Marriage. Mom had been talking to me about very little else since I turned fifteen. It was always about my introversion and shyness and how I ever expected to find a husband if I thought people were annoying. I couldn’t introduce her to Isa and Lea because she’d start trying to push me into pursuing a romantic relationship with one of them.

I shrugged again. “Maybe one day I’ll meet a boy who isn’t annoying and who doesn’t feel draining to be around. One who’s... more like me. Quieter and calmer than most of the boys my age that I see at school.” Like Isa—but not Isa because Isa was just a friend.

And either way he’d never struck me as the type to fall in love. Maybe that was just because we were young and thoughtless about such things, but he didn’t seem to indulge in feelings too often.

Mom didn’t seem to know what to say to that so she was quiet for the rest of the walk back to our house.

*****

Clack! Something struck my window softly. I got up from where I’d been reading and went over.

A redhead and a blue-haired boy were walking past my house down the street, pretending like nothing happened. Isa and Lea.

A small pebble was on the roof in front of my window, with a small piece of paper tied around it. I opened my window and picked it up. Crawling out onto the roof, I sat on the shingles and opened the folded paper.

Meet us tonight in the square by the ice cream stand. There’s going to be a meteor shower. -Isa & LEA

I smiled. Of course Isa wrote the note. Lea’s handwriting was more disastrous than mine—which was saying something—but Isa’s was gorgeously neat.

All I had to do was bide my time, make a pillow dummy, and climb down the rain pipe. I’d done it often enough.

Giggling, I opened my closet and found a book on a shelf that I could lay on the floor, face-down with the pages open and slightly bent like it had fallen off when I went to sleep reading.

I took it down to dinner so that Mom would see I was reading it. Set it on the table next to me.

After dinner, I went back to my room and sat pretending to read on my bed, waiting for the time I could sneak out. I was excited. I’d forgotten about the meteor shower. I knew about it because Isa mentioned it at school a while ago but had forgotten.

It took several hours before the house had gone to sleep for the night. My sister’s door was the last to close down the hall. Slowly I situated my pillow dummy and book. Then I crept out of my open window and slid it shut behind me.

Sliding down the rain pipe was relatively quick and simple. Once my feet were on solid ground, I ran barefoot down my street. When I was around the corner I slid my shoes on and took off for the square.

When I got there, Isa was struggling to boost Lea up onto the roof of the ice cream stand. I snickered, ran across the square, interlaced my fingers, and scooped up Lea’s other foot, shoving skyward to help him up. He cried out in surprise. “You came!” he exclaimed quietly.

I giggled. “’Course I did. Wasn’t going to miss the meteor shower!” I replied. “Hop up, Isa.”

“I’m taller than you. Shouldn’t I help you up so Lea can can pull you up?” Isa protested.

I shook my head. “Nope. C’mon. Trust me,” I said. Isa sighed but put his foot on my interlaced fingers as I pushed up. Lea caught his hand and pulled him up onto the roof. Once Isa was safely up, both boys extended their hands to catch me. I smiled and got up on the counter of the stand then pulled myself up onto the sturdy metal fixing behind the sign before sliding effortlessly onto the roof. “I got it myself, boys. Thanks.” I giggled as Lea nudged me in the arm with his elbow.

“This girl never needed us,” he joked to Isa. “Look at her. All fancy and independent.”

“Nah just figured it’d be easier to get up this way without having to rely on my own hand strength,” I said. The three of us snuggled down on the roof to watch the meteor shower.

“So you make it out okay?” Lea asked.

“Yeah. I know how to sneak out,” I said.

“What an unfortunate way to live,” Isa remarked.

“Well if I were watching this meteor shower with literally anyone else, I wouldn’t have to. But my parents don’t like the idea of me being friends with boys. My mom would assume I want to marry one of you.” I put my arms behind my head and stared up at the sky.

“Hmm,” Lea hummed. “That’s weird.”

“I know,” I said.

A bright light streaked across the sky. “It’s starting, shh!” Isa hissed. I shuffled in my place, putting one arm to my side and leaving the other thrown behind my head. Above, the stars twinkled with silent grace, watching others fall.

“Wow...” I breathed as several meteors flashed across the sky in unison. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Lea agreed.

“Indeed,” Isa added.

We stayed on the roof of the ice cream stand for a long time—until the meteor shower started to die down. It was getting late. “I should get home,” I said. “We still have school tomorrow. And I don’t wanna get caught outside after curfew by any guards or my mom will kill me.” I moved to the edge of the roof and peered down. Getting up was easy. Dropping down was harder.

“Here,” Isa said, climbing past me. He jumped off the roof and landed quietly. “I’ll guide you down.”

“Thanks,” I said.

I started to pick my way down, letting Isa’s voice guide me to my footholds. I set both feet on the counter when Lea started climbing down.

He stepped on my fingers, still on the sign fixings.

“Ouch!” I hissed, letting go on instinct. “Whoa—whoa!” I fell backward, arms pinwheeling like it might save me from falling. My feet left the counter.

Isa caught me, one arm catching my knees and the other my waist. My ears grew warm fast and I knew I must have been turning bright red. The heat spread up my neck and across my face.

Immediately he set me down.

“Thanks,” I said.

“You’re welcome,” he replied.

“Sorry!” Lea whispered, jumping down the last few feet. “I thought you were down.”

“It’s okay. It was an accident.”

“Who goes there?!” a guard’s voice called.

“Oh no,” I whispered. I grabbed both boys by the hand and yanked them down a street. We ran down cobblestoned paths that we’d walked our whole lives—Radiant Garden wasn’t that huge of a town—until we were far away from the square. “Think we lost him?” I asked, panting.

“I should hope so—with you taking corners like that,” Isa panted.

Lea started snickering. “That... was awesome!” he whispered.

“No it wasn’t! If that guard had seen me and told my mom, I’d be dead!” I retorted.

Lea waved dismissively. “Oh lighten up. He didn’t see us.”

“It sounded like the same guard who found us in the castle,” Isa mused.

“All the more reason for us to get inside. Now,” I said.

“Well, lucky for you, you stopped right on our street,” Lea said, gesturing down the street.

“Still. Perhaps we ought to see her home safely, Lea,” Isa put in.

“No. If my mom catches you with me all three of us are dead,” I said, shaking my head. “Goodnight guys. I’ll be fine.”

“Night,” Lea said.

“Goodnight,” Isa added.

I nodded to them. “See you tomorrow.” I slipped my shoes off, tied the laces together, threw them over my shoulders, and ran off down their street in the direction of my house. I waved at them as my bare feet made little sound on the stones.

They waved back right before I turned a corner and they disappeared behind the houses.

*****

Waking up for school was difficult, but getting through the school day without falling asleep was even more difficult.

At lunchtime, I fell onto the seat next to Isa in the cafeteria. “You guys exhausted too?” I asked. Lea’s droopy eyelids answered for me, but Isa looked sharp as ever.

“Enough,” he answered thoughtfully. “Not as sleepy as you, I imagine.”

“I don’t know how you do it, Isa,” I muttered, pulling my sandwich out for lunch but staring at it blankly, pondering taking a nap during lunch break instead of eating. “I swear the later we stay up, the more energized you are.”

“He’s powered by the moon,” Lea grumbled. “The way the rest of us are by food.”

“You, on the other hand, get more exhausted the later you stay up. You’re powered by the sun,” Isa retorted to Lea. “Like a plant.” Lea just waved the chip he was munching on vaguely with a slight groan and planted his forehead on the table so his hair stuck straight up in the air like a red-orange cactus.

I laughed at both of them. “Seriously, Isa, how do you do it?”

“I calculate my sleep cycles so that I wake up at the end of one. Helps me be more rested.”

“Yeah I can’t do that,” Lea said.

“Hey guys? Thanks for reminding me about the meteor shower and letting me watch it with you. I loved it,” I said.

“Get it memorized—we’re your friends. You can’t get rid of us that easily,” Lea mumbled from the table.

I giggled. “Thanks. I’ll have it memorized for next time.”

“You’d better or else I have to hear him say that again,” Isa muttered.

Lea sat up. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he demanded.

Isa smirked. “It means you’re obnoxious.”

“Tell us something we don’t know about Lea, Isa,” I teased.

Isa snickered while Lea protested, “Hey!” He leaned past Isa to smack me in the arm playfully with the back of his hand. I laughed.

Isa leaned back in his seat and folded his arms. “Alright. So Lea is powered by the sun like an oddly-colored plant, I am powered by the moon like a lycanthrope... so what about you?” He turned his sharp green eyes on me.

I leaned back in my chair too, throwing my arms behind my head and interlacing my fingers. “Hmm... well I’m tired today so you’d think I’d be powered by the sun but I... I like to think I’d be powered by the stars. The light and hearts of other worlds giving me strength and reminding me there is more love in the universe than hate.”

“Huh,” Isa grunted.

“You would say that,” Lea commented playfully. “Little Miss Optimist.”

“Shut your face, you funky-looking cactus,” I snapped.

Lea started laughing—and even Isa chuckled. I smiled and giggled.

“Sorry Lea. I won’t call you that again,” I said.

He shrugged it off. “Nah. Don’t worry about it. It was funny and applicable to the situation.”

“Well thanks for not being offended.”

“Puh-lease,” Lea said with a dismissive wave.

The conversation died down a little. We discussed my being powered by the stars a little more while we ate but Lea’s head was back on the table and Isa seemed to be falling into thoughtful silence so we ate more than spoke.

When the bell gonged over the school building to signal us to go to class, we all got up and headed off. Isa and I split off from Lea since our next class was together and Lea’s was in the opposite direction.

“Would your mother actually assume you wanted to marry one of us if she knew we were friends?” Isa asked.

“Yeah. She and my dad think boys and girls can’t be friends without something romantic inevitably developing. So if she knew I was friends with you guys she would think that it’s because I want something romantic from one of you. Or both of you maybe. I don’t know.”

“Do you?” Isa asked.

“Isa!” I protested. “What kind of question is that?”

“A genuinely curious one.”

I sighed. “The honest answer is no. I don’t want anything romantic from either of you. Even if I did, I know for a fact that neither of you would ever see me that way.”

“Is that a fact? Or are you just making assumptions?”

“Lea’s friendly, not flirty. And you’re... not the type to fall in love. No offense.”

“None taken.”

We sat down in class and fell silent. I peeked at Isa out of the corner of my eye. He’d pulled a book from his bag and was reading it. “When did you get your ears pierced?” I asked from nowhere.

“Long time ago. Why? Don’t tell me you never noticed until now,” he replied. His last sentence was laced with sarcasm.

“No I noticed. I just never gave it much thought. Are those meant to be the moon?”

“Yes indeed. Though the weight often makes them fall to resemble a grin instead.”

“Huh. I like them. They look nice.”

“Thank you.”

“Alright class! Pipe down! We got a lot to do today and not a lot of time to do it!” the teacher called.

*****

I stopped at the entrance to the cafeteria, looking for Isa and Lea. They weren’t in our usual spot. Normally it wasn’t difficult to spot two boys with bright blue and vibrant red hair, but in the cafeteria it tended to be a little harder.

I wandered the tables for two minutes, trying to see them.

They were nowhere in sight. My other three friends never ate in the cafeteria—choosing instead to hang out by their lockers—so I went in search of Isa and Lea elsewhere. If I couldn’t find them, I’d go find my other friends and sit with them.

That continued for several days. Isa didn’t show up to class and he and Lea weren’t in the cafeteria. They always beat me there. I tried sitting in our usual spot alone, waiting for them to show up.

Neither did.

The problem was I couldn’t tell my mom why I was feeling down. The feeling of rejection was sinking in—but also worry. Were Isa and Lea okay? Did something happen? Did they die?

Light, I hoped not.

Finally, I told my mom I was going for a walk and went to their street, knocking on a few doors before someone could tell me which houses the boys lived in.

I went to Isa’s house first since it was closer.

A tall woman with Isa’s hair and eyes opened the door. “Hello there. May I help you?”

I smiled my best, friendly smile. “Yes. Um, I’m friends with Isa and Lea and both of them stopped showing up to school the other day and I just... wanted to make sure they’re okay,” I said.

“Are you the girl he talks about?”

My initial reaction was to say yes—but then I remembered the girl in the castle they snuck in to visit. I hesitated instead. “Um...”

“The one who watched the meteor shower with them?”

“Yes ma’am.”

She smiled at me and opened the door wider. “Why don’t you come inside? Have a seat.”

I stepped over the threshold and slid my shoes off. I followed her into a living room and sat next to her when she patted the cushion next to her. She looked so remarkably like Isa that I had to assume she was his mother. I wondered if he’d gotten any physical characteristics from his father.

“Isa and Lea became apprentices in the castle and formally withdrew from school in order to pursue apprenticeship with Ansem the Wise,” Isa’s mother told me seriously.

I blinked and thought for several moments, processing that. “O... oh,” I said. “Wish they’d given me some warning.”

“They didn’t give us much warning either.”

“Well... I’m grateful they’re alive,” I offered. “When they didn’t show up for school, I started to fear the worst.”

“No, no. They’re alright.” She smiled at me. “Y’know, Isa talks about you a lot. Lea too when he’s here. Which is often. They both really love you. I’ve been hoping to meet you for a while now. Just to put a face to the stories.”

“Sorry. My parents are strict about me being friends with boys so I can’t really ask to hang out at a boy’s house,” I said.

“It’s alright.”

“So... are Isa and Lea living in the castle?”

“Yes. They are.”

“Oh. Okay. Thank you. For... everything. I should go before my mom wonders where I am. But yeah—thank you. I’m happy to hear they’re safe.” I got off the sofa and stepped to the door, slipping my shoes back on.

“Feel free to stop by any time. Any friend of Isa’s is always welcome here.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” I said, ducking my head in a respectful nod. I left the house.

I didn’t have time to stop by the castle, but I did have time to grab a stick of ice cream. Which I did. I ate it on my walk back to my house. Unfortunately, Lea and Isa weren’t leaned against the side of the stand, eating their own ice cream so the hope of finding them there was dashed.

*****

The guards at the castle door were glowering at me. They’d seen me before—I was the girl who hung out in the castle gardens and waited for Lea and Isa to either reappear after an adventure sneaking into the castle, or get thrown out. They knew I wasn’t a troublemaker, but I associated with the troublemakers and that made the guards distrust me.

But I approached them with my head up, shyness shoved deep in the back of my mind. “Are Lea and Isa here?” I asked, trying to keep the quivering out of my voice. Why couldn’t I be confident like Isa and Lea?

The guard on the left—a tall man with black hair, extreme sideburns, and a lance—narrowed his eyes at me. “What do you want?”

“I’d like to see them. They’re my friends,” I said.

“We know,” the lancer guard grunted.

“Dilan,” the other one—a slightly broader man with wiry rust-colored hair and a strange axe—chided. “She’s never caused any harm. Or trouble.”

Dilan didn’t change his skeptical expression. “We’ll have someone fetch them for you. Aeleus, escort her to a conference room,” he ordered the guard with the axe. Aeleus. Who nodded and opened the door. He led me through the corridors to a conference room.

“Wait here.”

“Yes sir.” I had no intention of going anywhere. If they were bringing Lea and Isa to this room, then this room was where I was going to say until my friends were here.

I sat at the head of the table nearest the door and waited for it to open.

I picked at my nails while I waited. If I knew it was going to take this long, I’d have brought something to entertain myself with. As far as my parents were concerned, I’d gone on a walk to the castle gardens and maybe to the library or ice cream. They trusted me to be on my own since Radiant Garden was a relatively safe place and I was a good kid so they wouldn’t worry if I was gone for a while as long as I was back before dark.

The door opened.

I leapt to my feet.

The boy with blue hair who entered the door was not Isa. He was younger. Smaller. His hair was darker blue and completely covered his right eye. He was... somewhere between ten and twelve probably.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“A friend of Isa and Lea’s,” I said.

The boy stared at me. “I’m Ienzo,” he said.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Hm.” He blinked—finally, that was getting unnerving—and turned and left.

“O... ‘kay,” I muttered, sitting back down and crossing my legs to wait. I’d picked up on the way Lea and Isa sat and subconsciously started to mirror it.

After a few more minutes, Ienzo opened the door and let Isa and Lea into the room.

“You’re here!” Lea exclaimed, pushing past Isa to throw his arms around me. I hugged him back. Isa gave me a rather solemn nod that I returned. “I’m so happy you found us!”

“Took a little sleuthing but yeah.”

“Can’t wait to hear that,” Lea said. I smiled. We sat down. I told them how I found out where they were, which gained me nods of approval—especially from Isa, which surprised me. When my story was done, Lea was looking at the conference room table. “Sorry. We wanted to tell you but we couldn’t find a time. We’re here ‘cause... we’re gonna rescue that girl we’ve made friends with.”

“That’s a worthy goal, guys. Just wish you’d warned me beforehand.”

“As do we,” Isa put in. “It just happened fast.”

“Right.” I nodded. “I should go. I need to get home before it gets dark.”

“Meet us at the ice cream stand this weekend. Midday. We’ll be there,” Lea said.

I nodded. “’Kay.” I smiled.

“We’ll escort you out,” Isa said.

“Thanks. I’d get lost otherwise. Don’t think Ansem the Wise would appreciate some random kid wandering his castle.”

The boys chuckled.

*****

Midday on the weekend found me alone at the square by the ice cream stand. I sat on the cobblestones, sea-salt bar in hand, and started to eat my ice cream without them.

Two hours passed. My ice cream was long gone and the stick thrown away, but still I hung out in the square. Waiting. Hoping Isa and Lea just got backed up with work and would be there any second now...

But nope.

Two hours turned to three and still I found myself alone.

I sighed and got to my feet. Shaking my head, I turned in the direction of home. “Figures,” I muttered.

I went home. On my way, I let a few tears fall from my eyes.

Rejection really sunk under my skin. They chose the mysterious girl in the castle over me.

Why was I not surprised? I was always the second choice—or even lower.

Shaking my head, I wiped my eyes and pushed open the door to my house.

“Hey sweetheart. I thought you were gonna be out all afternoon,” Mom said. I glanced out the window.

“I kinda was,” I said. “My feet just got sore from walking. I’m gonna go read.”

“Okay. How were your friends?”

I’d told her that I was going to see if I could walk with my other three friends—all of whom were girls.

“They were all too busy to go for a walk,” I said, going up the stairs and then shutting myself into my room.

I waited ‘til night and then snuck out my window. I went to the castle. The guards were missing. I stole forward and tested the door. It was probably locked...

Click!

The door opened.

Apparently it wasn’t locked. Weird.

I slid inside and shut the door behind me. Clinging to the wall, I slipped down corridors, looking around for dormitories or laboratories. This was too easy. Why was the door unlocked? Why was everything dark? Where were the guards? The other apprentices? That little boy with the hair covering his eyes—Ienzo?

A door gave way under my hand when I brushed it.

A large room with some sort of machine was before me.

It was completely trashed.

I gasped. “Isa! Lea!” I hissed.

Silence. My own whispers didn’t even echo in the oppressive silence.

I searched as much of the castle as I could. Most of the rooms had been turned over. Someone was searching for something. My friends’ names were whispered into the darkness and answered only with silence and my heartbeat in my ears.

Maybe... they hadn’t rejected me. Maybe something bad had happened. Both options absolutely terrified me, but the relief at not being rejected eased out my anxiety. I took deep breaths. It wasn’t because of me that they didn’t show.

I have it memorized, Lea. You’re my friends and you wouldn’t abandon me, I thought.

That didn’t stop me from worrying about what happened to them. Where had they gone? My sun and my moon...

Something creaked behind me. I gasped and whirled around.

Something heavy struck me in the head.

I dropped like a sack of bricks and everything went dark.

*****

“This one is an intruder who doesn’t belong here,” Xemnas said, looking at the other seven he’d amassed so far for his Organization.

Numbers Six, Seven, and Eight all blinked in surprise at recognizing the girl on the ground, her forehead bleeding from where she’d been hit. Xemnas noticed the surprise on their faces—Seven and Eight in particular. He smirked.

“See to it she’s removed before we depart,” he ordered, looking at Seven and Eight. They nodded—somewhat reluctantly. Xemnas smirked in satisfaction. Seven and Eight came forward and scooped her up. “Saïx, Axel, as Nobodies you feel no guilt. No pain. No love. Don’t bother wasting your energy acting kind to one you no longer care for.”

The teenagers nodded. “Yes sir,” they said together. They carried the limp form of their friend out of the room, and from there out of the castle.

“Do we take her home?” Lea—no, Axel, he reminded himself—hissed.

“Xemnas said not to waste our energy,” Isa—Saïx—replied. “And we don’t have time.”

Axel stared. “How can you say that? I thought... I thought you liked her!”

“There’s nothing left of any emotions I might have once felt for her,” Saïx replied. “I don’t feel anything. I remember feeling affection but... now it’s just empty. Let’s leave her in the garden on the bench and return.”

Axel sighed. “Fine,” he said.

They took her outside, set her on a stone bench as gently as they could while still being fast, and ran back to head inside the castle. “We should be grateful Lord Xemnas didn’t ask us to kill her,” Saïx remarked. Axel glanced at him in alarm as they approached the door. Then he sighed.

“You’re right,” he relented.

Saïx nodded. “Indeed. Come on.”

“Wait. Let’s leave something with her. So she knows we’re alive,” Axel said.

Saïx blinked—then nodded. He lifted his hands and removed his crescent moon earrings. She had pierced ears but never wore earrings.

“Whoa. Your earrings?” Axel asked quietly.

Saïx nodded. “I can always get new ones. The shape of these get caught in my hair anyway,” he replied. “And she mentioned she liked them.”

Axel nodded as well. “Yeah...”

Saïx slid the earrings into the pocket of her jacket while Axel pulled off a leather bracelet he’d worn that day and wrapped it around her wrist. His name had been carved into the back of it in his own handwriting. He didn’t need to be LEA anymore. He was Axel now. Might as well get rid of the reminders.

Once their gifts were safe with her, they ran inside.

They returned to where the other Organization members were waiting. Xemnas looked smug upon their return. Axel’s blood boiled. This guy was crazy for knocking out an innocent teenager and making her friends dump her unconscious body outside. Fire crackled in his chest and threatened to break free. He fought to control his breathing and calmed himself down.

Xemnas’ smirk broadened—he knew Axel was as angry as an emotionless Nobody could be. “Come. We have work to do,” he said.

An oval of darkness appeared. Xemnas stepped through it. Xigbar followed. The others filed through by number, leaving Axel at the back with Saïx. They glanced at each other and back at the door before stepping into the darkness.

*****

I woke with a blistering headache and a sore spine. I was damp and stiff.

“What the...?” I muttered, sitting up.

Morning dew clung to my skin and the hairs on my arms. I was on a concrete bench in the Radiant Garden castle’s garden. The skin of my forehead was sticky and my fingers came away where I touched it with reddish brown flakes.

Dried blood.

Memories rushed back.

I leapt to my feet—muscles aching and head pounding in protest—and ran to the door to the castle.

It was locked.

I hissed in frustration.

How did I end up outside? The last thing I remembered was getting struck in the head.

Someone must have locked it after throwing me out. But who? The castle had been empty! Trashed!

I put my hands on my head—

And froze.

That bracelet wasn’t mine. I owned approximately three leather bracelets and none of them were embossed with a fiery—

Lea.

I’d seen Lea wear it sometimes. I popped the snap that held the cuff around my wrist. Sure enough, carved into the soft leather on the back was his name in his all-caps writing. LEA. I bit my lip.

He was here. He must have... brought me to safety.

I put the cuff back on and shoved my hands into my pockets as I stared at the castle. “Thank you, Lea—huh?” My fingertips brushed something in my pocket.

Small and elusive, it took me several moments to pull two pieces of metal out of my pocket.

Isa’s crescent moon earrings.

I smiled. He must have been with Lea. They gave me some of their accessories to let me know they were okay.

I wondered what happened. Why had I been knocked out? Why had they brought me outside? Was it for safety? What was going on?

*****

I searched Radiant Garden for several weeks for clues whenever I had free time. Going so far as to occasionally pop by Isa and Lea’s houses to ask their parents if they’d heard from them. Apparently not.

Rumors were whispered through the town. Ansem the Wise—the scientist who worked in the castle—had gone missing. And so had all his apprentices. No one knew how or why. No one knew what happened. No one could get into the castle—the security system was too advanced.

After over a month of trying to find answers, I got swamped with schoolwork and sorrow over losing Lea and Isa and gave up my search. They were gone. They weren’t coming back.

I never explained to my mom where my moon earrings and fiery leather bracelet came from and, thankfully, she never asked. I was the kid who occasionally spent some munny on strange accessories and had a particular affinity for odd jewelry that looked just different enough that I didn’t look exactly like everyone else. Radiant Garden didn’t have a huge market for things like that but Mom knew I always found something unique, if a bit odd.

More time passed. Years. I finished school and found a tiny apartment over a bakery to live in and work downstairs. I made new friends. I even went on a few dates.

But I never forgot Lea and Isa. I wore their accessories every day so I had no choice but to never forget them. Sometimes I had to sit and remember them, just to make sure I still had them memorized.

My family and I fled Radiant Garden with other refugees when it was consumed by darkness, staying in Traverse Town—a whole other world. I found more work in a flower shop. My family was in Traverse Town with me, but I did my utmost to be away from them as much as possible. I’d gotten used to my independence and being away from my parents’ rules. No way was I going back.

We stayed in Traverse Town for quite a while before getting word that Radiant Garden was back—under the moniker of Hollow Bastion. And some former citizens were returning to it to restore it.

I jumped on that chance, returning home and joining the Restoration Committee. Lea’s bracelet was scraped from years of thorny flowers scratching at it and Isa’s earrings were wearing out, but still they were my trademark accessories.

Before I knew it, I was looking at a ten-year anniversary of losing my two best friends.

And then a few more years passed.

*****

I sighed, leaning against the wall of the ice cream stand where we’d spent hours hanging out. “I miss you guys,” I muttered, twisting Lea’s bracelet around my wrist.

“I don’t believe it,” a familiar but slightly different voice said. “You still have them?”

I whirled.

The man standing in the center of the otherwise-empty square was heart-achingly familiar. Taller than I remembered, with longer hair, but I’d know him anywhere.

I dropped the just-finished ice cream stick. It clattered to the cobblestones.

“L... Lea?!” I breathed.

A familiar crooked smile graced the man’s face. “Still got me memorized, I see,” he said.

Ignoring the entire rest of the world, I ran to him, jumping off the ledge to the dip in the square. He opened his arms and let me crash right into him, throwing my arms around him. I started crying. “I... I looked for you,” I said, voice quivering. He held me tight to his chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why... why did you never come back?”

“I... I couldn’t,” Lea said.

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s... a really long story.” He pushed me away just enough that he could look at me. He reached up a gloved hand and wiggled one of Isa’s earrings. “And... you wouldn’t believe most of it.”

“What... what are you wearing? And where’s... Isa?”

Lea shook his head. “I don’t know. I’m looking for him. As for the coat... I’ve worn it so long I’m just used to it,” he said with a shrug. I hugged him tight again. “I assume you haven’t seen Isa either.”

I shook my head. “Nope. When did you get this much taller than me?”

Lea scratched the back of his head—a nervous gesture he hadn’t grown out of. “I... dunno. Sometime in the last ten years, I guess,” he said.

I whacked him playfully in the arm. “You tree. Still powered by the sun like one?”

“You have no idea.”

“I’ll help you find Isa.”

“No!” He grabbed my shoulders so fast that I gasped and recoiled.

Lea seemed to realize he scared me because his grip loosened and he hung his head.

“No. It’s too dangerous. It’d be... an icky job to say the least. Just... trust me on this and keep doing whatever it is you’re doing here.” He pushed some of my hair out of my face. “I can’t believe you’re still wearing those things we gave you.”

“It was the only real reminder I had of you,” I said. “I tried not wearing them for a while when I missed you so much that it got to be overwhelming, but when that happened I started to wonder whether I’d imagined you guys. So I put them back on and never took them off.” I put my hands on Lea’s upper arms and gave them a squeeze. “Have you been home yet?”

Lea let me go completely. “No. I... I can’t. I gotta... I gotta find Isa and I can’t... I just can’t.” He moved to leave.

I caught his wrist. “Lea!” I exclaimed. “What’s going on with you?”

“I can’t face them, okay?” Lea snapped.

I blinked and took a step back, still clinging to his wrist. “Lea...” I shook my head. “What happened to you...?”

He shook his head. “If I told you, you wouldn’t be looking at me the way you are now,” he said. “And I couldn’t bear that. I’m sorry.” He pulled out of my wrist and ran from the square.

“LEA!” I shouted, running after him.

I tripped on a loose cobblestone and lost him as he ran around a corner. By the time I caught up, he was gone.

“Drat,” I muttered. Slowly I plodded back to the square and picked up my dropped ice cream stick. I threw it away and sat heavily on the ledge that led to the lowered center of the square, dangling my legs. Ten years I’d missed him and the moment he was back in my life he vanished again in minutes.

I leaned back on my hands and looked at the beautiful blue sky.

“Oh Lea...” I whispered, shaking my head. “What happened?”

“If he told you, you wouldn’t believe him,” said a voice.

I snapped to attention and looked around.

“Isa!” I exclaimed, jumping to my feet and rushing at him. I stopped short of a hug. He was in the same black coat Lea had been in, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. “Isa... what happened to your face?”

My old friend reached up and touched the X-shaped scar over the bridge of his nose. He was about the same height as Lea had grown to be and his hair had grown a lot longer than Lea’s. Of course, his laid flatter. Lea’s was inclined to spike out. “Time,” he answered.

“Isa,” I warned, reaching up as though to brush my thumb over the bottom tip of the X.

“Don’t.” He caught my wrist and forced it down. “Please.” His gaze flicked to my ears. “You... kept them.”

“Of course,” I said. “Isa... your eyes...!”

He closed them and turned away. His ears still bore earrings—simple silvery circles—but the tops were pointed. “My changes are none of your concern,” he mumbled.

“Isa!”

“Don’t call me that!”

I recoiled, ripping my hand out of his grip and stepping away. “What happened to you and Lea while you were gone? Why are you both suddenly so secretive and resentful?” My voice was full of hurt. “I don’t see you both for over ten years and when I do neither of you act like you’re happy to see me! At least Lea gave me a hug!”

“You wouldn’t believe us if we told you!” Isa—or whatever—snapped.

“Try me!” I retorted. “At this point I’ll believe anything!”

I heard my mom shouting my name.

“Oh shoot. Hide me!” I hissed on reflex, moving to go hide behind the ice cream stand.

Isa grabbed my wrists and pulled me to his chest. Darkness swallowed us.

When the light came back, we were somewhere else. “What in the world...?”

Isa glanced around. “My apologies. I believe I overshot,” he said.

“Is this... Traverse Town?” It didn’t really look like Traverse Town—but it most certainly wasn’t Radiant Garden either.

“Close. It’s Twilight Town.”

“Uh...”

“Another world beyond Radiant Garden and Traverse Town.”

“O... oh. Why here? How did you—?”

“Let’s not get into the details of how. I meant to merely step across Radiant Garden but overshot.”

“To another world?”

“It was on short notice.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “There we go. I knew my Isa-moon was in there somewhere.”

He closed his orangey-amber eyes and shook his head. “The young and thoughtless Isa you knew is long gone.”

“He doesn’t have to be!” I grabbed my friend’s shoulders. “You’re right here! I see you. Whatever happened to you... It doesn’t have to be permanent! You and Lea can come back! I... I missed you both. Tremendously.”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew all the things we’d done.”

“Lea said something like that too,” I said. “Do neither of you have any faith in me?! I loved you, Isa! It broke my heart when you and Lea disappeared! You were my best friends! I spent over ten years wishing with all my heart that you’d come back to me!” I shook his shoulders lightly. “Did you never trust me?”

He reached up and wiggled the crescent moon earring in my right ear the same way Lea had. “Nothing like that. Of course I trusted you. But Lea and I... we’re not the same people who left Radiant Garden all those years ago.”

“But, I... I, uh...”

He refused to meet my eyes. “I’ll return you home now.”

“No, wait, Isa—” The darkness swallowed us again. I reappeared in the Radiant Garden castle gardens—but I was alone.

Frustrated, I wove through the streets to the square to hopefully find my mother, wondering why she was searching for me.

Several more months passed before I saw them again.

When I did, they were laughing together at the ice cream stand. The black leather coats were gone. Lea had on a dark plaid shirt with a short-sleeve black jacket over it, black skinny jeans, and black boots. Isa wore a knee-length jacket with a high collar and gray camouflage stripes down the arms—with a moon emblem on the chest just like the one he wore when we were kids.

“Lea! Isa!” I shouted from across the square, already running.

I heard my name shouted from both their voices and two sturdy, tall bodies smashed into me. I wrapped one arm around each torso.

“Are you guys... for real this time?”

“We’re for real. We were hoping to find you,” Lea said.

“We’ve agreed it’d be best to tell you everything that happened while we were gone,” Isa added, running a hand down my hair.

“Hope you like long stories,” Lea remarked.

“If it’s from you guys, I’m up for anything,” I said with a smile. I met Isa’s eyes. “Your eyes are green again.”

“Yes. It’s part of the explanation,” Isa said.

“Isa also has something he wants to tell you,” Lea put in, quick and playful.

“What? Lea—no!” Isa protested.

“C’mon. That one thing you never told her from when we were kids,” Lea prompted.

I laughed. “Lea, play nice. You only have to tell me what you’re ready to tell me,” I chided, nudging Lea in the side with my elbow. “If Isa’s not comfortable—”

“Ihadacrushonyouwhenwewereteenagers,” Isa rushed out, so fast I couldn’t make out individual words very well.

“Pardon?” I asked.

Isa cleared his throat. “I... had a crush on you. When we were teenagers,” he said, ears turning red. They were rounded again.

“No way!” the blond teenage boy who had been standing near them by the ice cream stand exclaimed. “Saïx had a crush on someone?!”

“Saïx?” I asked.

“Uh... yeah I guess we better explain,” Lea said.

“You’d better,” I agreed. I reached up and wrapped my hand around the back of Isa’s head, pulled him down to my level, and kissed his cheek. “I had a crush on you too. But, like I said, you never seemed the type to fall in love.” My whisper was only heard by him.

“That’s my fault for acting in such a way that you would believe that. I hope to remedy that in the future.”

“I hope so.”

“Okay. Ice cream first. Then story,” Lea said. “Oh, by the way, this is Roxas, and that’s Xion.” He gestured to the blond boy first, then a small dark-haired girl I’d noticed but not given much thought.

“Hi.” I gave them my name in return. “I’m an old friend of Lea and Isa’s.”

“Ooh. Can’t wait to hear about them from when they were young,” Roxas said.

“Hey! We’re still young!” Lea protested. I laughed.

“Oh Roxas. Have I got stories for you. But first, I want to hear yours.”

“Yeah. Let’s get some ice cream and then we’ll tell it,” Lea said.

Isa took my hand gently, pulling me to the back of the group. “Just... try to remember us as we were. Not what we became,” he murmured quietly.

“Isa... nothing you could say will ever make me look at you differently.” I smiled.

“I pray that’s true.”

“C’mon. Let’s catch up.” I squeezed his hand and dragged him forward. He jogged next to me till we were at the back of the line for the ice cream stand. He brushed some of my hair behind my ear.

“I can’t believe you kept those.” He tapped the crescent moon.

“I needed them. To remember my Isa-moon and my Lea-sun. Keep ya memorized.”

Isa snickered and shook his head. “You two always got on like a house on fire.”

“Part of our charm,” I joked.

We all got our sea-salt ice cream and went to the castle gardens to sit and eat it and talk amongst the flowers.

“Okay boys. Time to tell me everything.”

They nodded. Roxas and Xion were slightly farther away from the three of us, talking in hushed tones, but I barely paid them any attention. I was too focused on my best friends—home after so long.

“Okay. So it started the day you came looking for us in the castle,” Isa began.

“The day we didn’t make it to ice cream...” Lea added.

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Hi Iva! I’d love to request a matchup from you. Congrats on starting a blog, it’s always impressive to see others maintain a strong work ethic! One thing: it may not affect the results since I COULD be matched with a student anyway, but I’d like to expand the potential matches from just the students to also include the other women in the game like Manuela, Rhea, Catherine, etc! Also I hope this all isn’t too much pleaaase let me know if it is!

General stuff about me! I’m a straight male, an INFP, and about 6'3". Raphael sized vertically, but I’m like. Lorenz or Sylvain in build. I’m quite good at traditional art but it’s really just a hobby. I enjoy exercising, writing (I used to run blogs here in the past), reading, swimming, board games, and I’m open to trying new things for those closest to me!

Some of my Strengths are really great! I have literally never had any complaints about my performance at any job I’ve worked even on the days I felt like crap. I’m a trooper with endurance but to be blunt I don’t even KNOW where my motivation comes from since I haven’t felt true drive in years. I'td be nice if I were more passionate than I am about things like formal education and earning money… but I. Love. KIDS! And they find it easy to interact with me, too! Okay over multiple occasions and experiences being out with friends and family and even work I’ve had kids hug me, tell me about themselves and their lives, chase me down and grab my leg while I walk, and separate from their friends just to talk to me. I swear I must radiate Big Brother Energy! Or maybe even fatherly vibes… I’m very warm to those I care for. Exceptionally so, even! The guys I’m friends with have called me super soft since I’m especially open and I don’t have a problem hugging them or telling them that I really care about them! When it comes to love, I get seriously doe-eyed over my girl. She takes special priority in my life. A relationship is not a casual thing to be taken lightly imo. I have a natural talent for gift giving and I’m slick with my words too. My self awareness is high so I have a talent for reading others’ limits and I make sure to avoid making others uncomfortable with jokes I might make. I’m a natural tease with a sarcastic, dry wit. Patience and consideration with people who have suffered through traumas is important to me. I don’t wanna write TOO TOO much so I’ll just list some stuff quickly: It’s very difficult to scare me, I’m an A-1 listener and advice giver, I stay calm in situations that’d make others lose face, I’m well mannered while being plenty vulgar in a good balance, I stand up for myself and others, and I’m happy that I’m supportive to my loved ones!

I’ve got plenty of Flaws, too. I haven’t fully realized this until recently but I’m very much anti-social. I sat alone for my whole junior year of high school. I truly enjoy doing things by myself such as going to restaurants, watching movies, and going shopping. It’d be nice to have my love to do those things with but I meet with friends about 2-4 times a month and besides that I’m working or I’m home. Meeting new people doesn’t excite me; I NEED my circle tight and small. This next thing has been a truly double edged sword for me but this is how I am and it ties into my honesty; I will not apologize for something I don’t feel remorse for, even if I’ve accidentally hurt someone with my words. The key there being if I DON’T feel remorse. If I empathize with another’s standpoint and feel that an apology is due then I’ll do so genuinely! But the thing is, I won’t say anything if it isn’t genuine, and if the simple act of being myself creates conflict with someone then I feel no need to say sorry even when under pressure by others! Example: If someone says they love me and I don’t love them, I won’t say it back. This rarely happens since tbh I have a big heart but when my patience is depleted I’ll give up on people. I hate feeling like I need to walk on eggshells! I want to have the freedom to be me at all times so having to alter myself for interactions with people I don’t click with is a huge downer that I avoid like the plague. Some people lash out on or rely on others but when I’m overcome with negative emotions I stonewall and isolate myself. I’m also stiff and awkward when it comes to physical affection with the opposite sex but I think that’ll just take some breaking in to overcome. No heart popping anxiety, just gotta adjust gradually. Literally touch starved. I’m not good at being self motivated. Money doesn’t excite me so when I work I consider that what I do is of value to the person I’m serving and that serves as my motivation. Some of these things aren’t 100% flaws as opposed to personality traits but what makes me think of them as flaws is the way they affect interpersonal relationships. Oh and chronic depression babyyyyyyy!! I’m still kickin’ for now though.

Overall I believe that I’m a man of high highs and low lows. At the risk of sounding cringey, there’s a lot of darkness and a lot of light within me. An old friend once compared me to a cinammon pretzel; soft and hard in all the right places, a little twisted, but super sweet… and that has always stuck with me cause it really touched me.

Hi! Thank you so much for your kind words and for your request! I took into account all the ladies, ultimately though after much thought I decided to pair you with…

Hilda Valentine Goneril!!!

-I had a bit of trouble picking someone for you, but I think you’d go great along with Hilda. While you are very hard-working, Hilda is well… not. What really caught my eye was what you mentioned about that despite feeling not very passionate about what you do, you are still very disciplined in your work, therefore I think you could sort of teach this to Hilda, teach her how to work hard even if it’s something you aren’t really motivated to work hard for, especially since you share a key motivator, helping others. Sure she probably won’t turn into a diligent worker overnight, but over time you might rub off on her quite a bit (as she’d probably really dislike it if you tried to force it on her). And while Hilda isn’t normally motivated to do most things, like I just mentioned she does tend to be really driven when it comes to helping others who have trouble doing something themselves, like Marianne who had trouble cleaning up the library due to her clumsiness, or Raphael who wanted to give his sister something cute. She’s also driven when she knows someone will be or sees someone happy due to her efforts. For this reason, I think working with children could certainly prove to be a good outlet for her. While she isn’t shown interact with kids much, she does seem to have some sort of deeper understanding of them, as shown when she was helping Seteth with his fables. She also loves anything cute, and kids are cute lol. Also, let’s face it, Hilda is a bit of a princess. That’s why, if Hilda were to have a partner, she’d most likely want to have to be someone who is really loving with her and is not afraid to show her or the world that (even if it isn’t with physical affection). You also both have a bit of a silver tongue and love to tease. If there is anyone who could get Hilda or challenge her, it’d be someone who can be as witty and playful as she can. With Hilda, I think your anti-social ness could be an obstacle and an advantage at the same time. Hilda is definitely more extroverted, she is very sociable and charismatic and is often seen hanging out around people. That being said she strikes me as someone who only really has a few close good friends, people who she is truly honest with, therefore I feel like when spending time with people she really cares about it’s easier to do it in a private manner (if that makes sense). Lastly, one of the most important points, I think, is that you can also easily read people, which is handy because, as much as Hilda likes to talk, she is quite manipulative and insincere when she wants things her way. Only a few can really tell what she really feels and what she doesn’t at times (aka Claude). If someone saw through all of her excuses and lies, she’d be forced to be more honest, and you’d realize that her intention is not to hurt or play with people, but to not disappoint them. Even if you and Hilda might differ when it comes to lying to please others, the fact that you are always looking to be yourself and won’t let anyone change who you are, like her, is exactly the type of spiritual soulmate that Hilda needs, someone who is able to understand her desire to live freely and follow whatever her heart desires, without the expectations of people always looming over her.

Headcannons:

When Hilda first meets you, noticing how nice you are and how much of a hard worker you can be, she can’t help but ask favors of you.

You quickly catch on to her shenanigans, but sensing something underneath of it all, decide to help her.

She’s quickly moved by your efforts though, as she comes to know that even if you might not be personally fulfilled, helping others is always motivation enough for you to work hard.

If you were to introduce her to some kids, Hilda may feel awkward around them at first, as she might not know how to initially handle them, but soon after you’ll realize she’s a NATURAL.

She always makes the kids feel special and invincible after showering them with compliments, she’ll make jewelry for them, and tell them stories of her amazing brother.

She’d be like that cool older sister everyone wishes they had.

She finds it super cute how unapologetically soft you are with your guy friends, never going out of your way to pretend you aren’t.

She absolutely loves being the center of your world, she knows how doe-eyed you get over her and she can’t help but tease you about it at times.

In turn, she does admittedly get really flustered once you suddenly turn the tables and you start being all slick and smooth.

You know no one else in the world is going to appreciate your talent at gift-giving like Hilda is.

You two spend half of the time teasing each other so whenever you hang out around other people they can’t help but feel like there’s some, ahem, sexual tension in the air.

*Also, the PDA doesn’t help fhdjlhfghgk.

*Like at first both of you were wondering who was gonna make the first move (most likely it was Hilda though cause gurl can’t handle herself), but after that, it turns into low-key a competition, who gets to steal the most kisses, who gives the most surprise hugs, who can make the other one get flustered first, which is always pretty damn hard cause you can both be touchy-feely as hell.

*Even if you might do your own things at times when you are together you are basically inseparable, those hands aren’t letting go anytime soon.

*Literally, everyone has diabetes now because of you guys (Claude is like “Hilda we are having a meeting can you sit in a chair instead of your boyfriend’s lap-”)

Hilda isn’t someone to force others to do things they don’t want to do, so she won’t ever force you to hang out with others if you don’t want to.

Speaking of which, since you two are always following the beat of your own drums, it would be totally normal in your relationship for each of you to do your own things. You’d always have your own personal space and you’d never feel tied down by the other.

She respects your personal space a lot, especially when she knows you aren’t feeling your best and/or are dealing with your depression.

She is truly always there to comfort you if you need her though.

Same goes for your honesty, even if she might not follow in your example, she won’t ever reprimand you for it or encourage you to lie.

You’ll never feel the need to be someone other than yourselves with each other, free but together.

Other matches: Annette Fantine Dominic, Shamir Nevrand

Hope you enjoyed the matchup! If you feel like you weren’t portrayed correctly/I misinterpreted your information let me know and I’ll make the corrections!

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem matchup #8 #golden deer #regularmatchup #three houses matchup #matchups #submission #im sorry this took so long btw I haven't been doing that well recently but hopefully you'll like it

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purplebenjy · 5 years

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1997-Part One

It’s summer, Benjy’s at the skatepark, and he hasn’t been in a fight for over 48 hours. All in all, it’s shaping up to be a pretty decent day.

The sun makes the hair on the back of his neck warm. When Benjy works on scooping it all up into a ponytail, his skateboard propped up by his foot, he catches the eye of his friend Ollie and grins at him over the half pipe. They’d met out here a few weeks ago, and there was something about him that made him different from Benjy’s other friends, though he couldn’t put his finger on it. After his hair is out of the way, he glides over, stopping inches away from his friend.

“Fall on your face yet today, fucker?”

Ollie rolls his eyes. “No I gotta keep my face pristine for your mom to sit on.”

“Fuck you, dude. My mom has taste.”

Benjy laughs and shoves his shoulder, forgetting he’s on wheels and almost falling over in the process.

“Fuck.” Benjy catches himself and steps off, worn out red vans securely on the concrete. He scratches at the sunburn on the back of his neck, his hair and the scratchy fabric of one of his dad’s old flannel shirts irritating it.

“You okay?” Ollie’s voice has gotten softer as he looks Benjy over, and something about the shift makes Benjy’s heart beat faster. He laughs, though it’s a bit higher pitched than it was a second ago.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Ollie gives Benjy a half smile as he steps off his board, holding it with his foot.

“Benjy-”

“You two fuck yet or what?”

Benjy feels his jaw set, knowing the voice before he turns around. Dave. He’d been a year behind Mack in school and, according to his sister at least, had always had a Thing for her.

And he seemed to have a Thing for Benjy too, though this particular thing seemed to be to make Benjy’s life a living hell. He was backed, as always, by his bigger and stupider friend who went by Tito--though Benjy was pretty sure his name was Melvin.

Benjy raises himself to his not at all impressive full height, glaring up at Dave in a way he hopes is at least sort of intimidating.

“Why, Kesler? You wanna watch if we do?”

He hears Ollie laugh beside him, and Benjy’s knuckles crack as he forms a fist. There’s a few other groups at the park, but they’re far enough away and too caught up in their own bullshit for Dave shenanigans. They all treated Dave the way Dave treated Benjy, so at least, even if it wasn’t going to be a fair fight, it would be two on two.

“Do I look like f*ggot to you, Fenwick?”

“I don’t know, you look like the kind of bitch Tito would like-”

Being ready for the punch doesn’t make it hurt any less, but Benjy’s more than familiar with the stinging sensation behind his eye. Quickly, viciously, he lands three blows in rapid succession to Dave’s mid section, followed by a swift knee to his stomach. The victory of Dave crumpling to the pavement is short lived as Tito approaches. He’s easily twice Benjy’s size. Benjy laughs, hoping his fear isn’t obvious in his voice.

“You hit like a bitch too?”

Tito, in fact, doesn’t hit like a bitch, he hits like fucking Rocky Balboa. The force of it knocks Benjy backwards, and the taste of blood fills his mouth along with something sharp. He catches himself, doubled over, and spits without thinking. He stares at his own tooth on the concrete instead of trying to stand.

“Don’t take another step, motherfucker.”

For a second, Benjy thinks this is directed at him.

“Okay-”

When he finally glances up, Ollie has an impressively large butterfly knife pointed very close to Tito’s throat. Tito looks something other than menacing, so Benjy’s going to take that as a sign of fear. Dave’s back on his feet, glowering at Benjy but eyeing the knife warily.

“What are you gonna do, cocksucker? Stab us?”

“I might.”

Something like admiration fills Benjy as he gathers himself and stands next to Ollie and his big fucking knife. He tilts his chin up, more blood seeps into his mouth.

“You wanna find out?” Ollie’s voice is soft again, but it’s different now. Darker. Scary. A thrill shoots through Benjy despite everything when he glances over at Ollie. He might actually fucking stab one of them.

“It’s not worth it, man.” Tito says, in what has to be the second time Benjy has heard him speak in almost six months of this fuckery. He spits at them before turning and walking towards his dropped board, skating away before Dave can say anything.

“You want a taste, Davey?” Benjy asks, his voice a bit more nasal than it should be on account what he’s fairly sure is a broken nose.

“Fuck you qu---s” Dave snarls, though a bruise is already forming on the side of his face from where he’d hit the ground

“You wish, baby.” Benjy shouts after him as Dave flips them off and skates after Tito.

As soon as they’re out of sight, Benjy feels his knees start to give.

“Shit-”

Before he can say anything else, Ollie, who was at least six inches taller than him if not more, has already roped Benjy’s arm around his neck, supporting him.

“You need to sit down, come on.”

The skatepark is at the end of a block, facing the back of a few random chain restaraunts and the little mom and pop connivence store. There’s an alley sandwiched between the McDonalds and the Starbucks that’s littered with junkies during the night, but almost always abandoned during the day. Ollie leads Benjy to a bench beside an cigarette waste bin and sets him down gently, making sure Benjy is situated before sitting himself.

“How fucked up do I look?”

Ollie puts his fingers up as if he’s framing Benjy, appraising him.

“Only slightly more.”

“That’s a relief.”

His jaw was pulsing now. He’d lost a fucking tooth. His mom and Curt were going to be so pissed at him.

“The big fucker knocked one of my teeth out. Is it obvious?”

He grins manically at Ollie, who laughs.

“Only if you’re looking at your teeth.”

Benjy groans, hunching over and covering his face with his hands dramatically.

“You’re still cute though.”

Ice water manifests and runs down his spine as he sits up straight. He spreads his fingers and peaks at Ollie. His face is about as red as his t-shirt, the strawberry in the blonde of his hair becoming more obvious with his blush. Benjy’s mouth is so dry he’s surprised he can even speak.

“What?!”

“I mean-I don’t think you’re cute or anything like that I’m not gay or anything I was just trying to make a fucking joke or something man, I don’t know, it was stupid-”

“Ollie.”

Benjy drops his hands and smiles softly, ignoring the pain even that movement causes him.

“-Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

Ollie’s lips are tentative against his, but firm. His hand cups the side of Benjy’s face with the least amount of cuts and he lets out a sigh as his kiss grows bolder. More eager. It’s way different than kissing any of the girls he’d kissed-Benjy had only found out three months about what ‘bisexual’ meant and with Ollie’s lips on his, all of the comparative differences in their friendship make sense. Such as, Benjy had probably no other friends he’d bite the bottom lip of. No other friends whose arms would make their way down his back to grip just above the curve of his ass. No other friends to pull away from him, breathless and giggly, before going back in for one more chaste kiss.

“I uh, don’t want to break your face any more than it is.”

Benjy takes Ollie’s hand and rubs his thumb across the back of it. It’s easy, being like this with him. Almost easier than being with any of his previous girlfriends, cause he already knew a lot about Ollie. Plus they had shared interests, like skateboarding and kissing each other-it only makes sense that it’d be easier with someone who has so much in common with him.

The kissing grows almost feverish and they only come up for air when Benjy cries out “ow!”

“What’d I do, What’d I do?”

“You just hit my nose.”

Ollie grimaces, running a hand through his short buzzed hair.

“My dad is still at work for the next few hours. I could uh, patch you up at my place?”

Benjy grins.

“What, like a date?”

Ollie shrugs. “Well I mean...yeah.”

Benjy nods once, his face sliding into neutral.

“I mean, I’d love to, but you know, there’s the moral dilemma at play.”

Ollie looks so crestfallen Benjy almost wants to ruin it a second early just to get his smile back.

“What’d you mean?”

“Well if you’re also fucking my mother, as you’ve said hundreds of times before-”

Ollie laughs and shoves at Benjy playfully.

“You’re such an asshole.”

“Mmm, but you like it. I would love to come over.”

Ollie stands and pulls him to his feet. Their hands linger together before Ollie pulls away, not wanting to be spotted and add more fuel to the fire. Except now, the fire that Dave had been so sure existed, was very much real. Benjy leans up for a quick kiss. Incidentally, Ollie tastes vaguely of cinnamon gum.

“Hey Ollie?”

He says softly before dropping his hand, walking a pace behind his friend so it didn’t look as obvious. Though based on where they were, if anyone saw they’d probably just assume the two of them were after a fix that couldn’t be solved by your first incredible kiss with your first boy.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for kissing me. And thanks for having a knife.”

#drabble #self para #too tired to edit but #yeah #ollie

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purplepersnicketywrites · 6 years

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wow many wip's do you have at the moment?

*sweats* okay.

okay, listen… I just counted and there’s like 13… 14 if you count Blood of my Hand as a WIP ‘cause it’s still in progress.

RIGHT SO:

In Space, Nobody Can Hear You Explode:The Space!AU that i’m still in love with. my muse has shelved it for now, though. I’m thinking I might take the first part I wrote and publish it anyway and have it at like, a series of one-shots instead of one big fic thing? maybe? i think? anyway it’d be a Kiribaku-focused AU featuring aliens! biomechanical augmentation! spaceships! adventure! romance! traumatised Bakugou! and explosions!

Magic Band AU: like, a band AU but playing instruments does like.… magic. … . there would be like a battle of the bands kind of thing? definitely kiribaku……

Love Notes midquel/sequel thing: How on earth did the class fail to see that Kiri and Baku were dating for SIX MONTHS. well. turns out there was a lot more drama than anticipated. i’m 150 words away from 10k on this thing already and it’s consuming all my waking thoughts. i need to get it out of my system so i can return to BomH. there’s a lot of cute in this fic and i’m giving myself cavities.

Cranky-rishima Part 3: Several years after the events(? panic and smooching count as events i guess) of Doubt, during a reunion dinner, Class A get caught in a targetted quirk attack. It’s a real nightmare trying to get them out. I have a really fun broad outline for this. it’s gonna be a fucking trip.

Actors for a TV Show AU: This is real BARE BONES of a plan right now but LISTEN IT’S KRBK. LISTEN. THEY PLAY TWO CHARACTERS ON A SHOW WHO ARE FAKE DATING. IT’S FAKE FAKE DATING I CAN’T WAIT TO RUN DOWN THIS RABBIT HOLE

Actors for a Broadway Musical AU: the musical is the fantasy au! featuring Smug Bakugou who’s way too pleased with himself for landing the hot gay antihero role, and a newbie to the showbiz world Kirishima who thinks he’s insufferable but has to play his love interest anyway because holy shit this is his breakout role and WHOOPS THEY FALL IN LOVE

Noise AU: i have less than a whisper of an idea for this but the Chaos Walking books are one of my favourite damn things and i desperately want to write with the concept of the Noise. with krbk it would be SO FUCKING INTERESTING but i’m still tryin to work out how it would work ‘cause like, i don’t want it to be a crossover, per se? i just want the Noise hhhh

Everyone Knows That Cats Are Independent Sequel: Krbk finally go on their first date, Kiri visits the Lab Full Of Explosive Things at last with his Firebreathing Daemon. We find out who Mina’s Train Girl is. Kaminari and Jirou are acting strangely. I have a shining vision in my head but have written nothing here yet and I need to finish some other things before I do haha.

Meld: Bakugou and Kirishima are hit with a bodysharing quirk and a villain gets away. Their bodies were melded together, which is weird and awkward for everyone involved. Then… their minds start to meld too. Can the villain who did this be tracked down and made to reverse this? Or will they slowly begin to lose their own sense of selves, their individuality, and become someone different altogether? I’m not sure if I’ll actually end up writing this. Might be too angsty for my usual stuff. Would probably classify it as at least mild horror, too.

Guardian Angel AU: Kirishima nearly dies, but he’s saved by a (really hot) guardian angel with a surprisingly foul tongue. A (really hot) guardian angel who doesn’t seem to know what to do because Kirishima can see him, and that’s not in the shitty guardian angel manual he was given before he was forced to take this job if he wants to go back to being mortal. There’s gonna be like, curses? and weird stuff? magical things? but i think this is gonna be a funny one.

Drowning is Silent: idk man i just had the title come to me in the dead of night. haven’t decided what it’s about yet but?? maybe some focus on Bakugou’s claustrophobia??? idk yet, maybe it’s gonna be a title for something to do with In Space, Nobody Can Hear You Explode?? does this count as a WIP?

Third Wheel: pro-hero days fic. The Bakusquad decide that ENOUGH IS ENOUGH and Baku and Kiri need to get together already. cue shenanigans as they try desperately not to be third wheels. FUN TIMES AHEAD.

Chatfic: it’s a chatfic? ?? ? it sort of turned into a ‘Bakugou Deals With Being Ace, and Also Krbk Will Happen’ story so i guess that’s my plot. i’m still working on like, ,, , plot details but i have about 8k words sunk into this and i’m torturing myself because i think I’m going to have to add timestamps to keep the order of things clear

So that’s that i guess! anyone wanna hear more details for any of ‘em?

#reply #anon #fanfic talk

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Daycare Au with Sasha where Gabi is just an antsy kid that doesnt wanna sit quiet.

Sasha is not the greatest preschool teacher but she tries her best and the children love her.

Bang Bang

Sasha Braus. Gabi Braun. Preschool AU.

1330 words.

“Bangbang!” yells a child, poking a gun to Sasha’s leg. The child pulls the triggerto her toy gun, but nothing comes out, the young girl having run out of ammofor her water gun a long time ago.

Thisis the part where Sasha pretends to fall down dead, but she’s frankly a littletoo tired to play along. Sasha had put the young girl, Gabi Braun, to sleepalong with the other preschoolers a long time ago, but it seems that the childhad crawled away and grabbed her water gun while Sasha had her back turned.

Sashakneels down so that she’s face-to-face with Gabi, smiling at the little girl.“Gabi,” Sasha says, repressing the urge to rip the water gun out of the girl’stiny hands. “Aren’t you tired? Everyone’s taking a nap. Maybe you should take anap too so you’re not tired when everyone wakes up!”

“Nottired!” the toddler squeaks, jabbing the gun into Sasha’s knee. While the kidis cute, she’s incredibly energetic. It means she’s enthusiastic about tryingnew things – class activities, snacks none of the other children never triedbefore, and group games – but she’s a pain in the ass to put to sleep.

“Aw,but sleep is so nice – hey!” Sasha nearly gets herself whacked in the face by Gabi’stoy gun. To avoid getting hit by the plastic toy, she puts a hand gently on thewater gun and lowers it. “Maybe put this down, Gabi? You could hurt someone ifyou swing it around like that.”

“Naptimeis boring!” Gabi says, wrestling the gun away from Sasha and waving it in theair again. She runs a short distance away from Sasha before turning around andpointing the gun at her ahead. “Put your hands up!”

“Ahaha,I think we’ve played that enough for now,” Sasha laughs weakly. She looks atJean for help, but he only shrugs at her from the counter he’s leaning on. Sheprobably never should have expected help from him anyway. Even though he’s herpartner in this daycare, he only really likes to spend time with the quieterchildren. (“Gabi likes you better anyway,” Jean says even though he makesabsolutely no effort in trying to get along with the unruly child.)

“You’reon your own, Al Capone,” he mouths, pretending to look after the sleepingchildren in the case that Gabi’s shenanigans woke any of them up. Sasha knowshe’s going back to texting his girlfriend on his phone in a second though.

Sashasighs. It looks like she’ll have to deal with Gabi herself just like she alwaysdoes. She stands up and walks to her bag, her sudden disinterest causing Gabito follow her curiously and forget that she was trying to shoot down herpreschool teacher. Sasha pretends not to notice that the girl is peering intoher bag. There’s only candy and snacks in there anyway.

Witha smile, Sasha pulls out a gun of her own; it’s a bright red with a clearcompartment filled with colorful jellybeans. She turns around and lowers it toGabi’s eye-level, letting the girl take a closer look. “Check it out! Prettycool, right?” Sasha asks her.

Gabi’seyes are wide as saucers. “What kind of gun is this?” she asks, her own gun clatteringto the floor, forgotten.

“Acandy gun!” Sasha says happily. “It shoots out candy. Like this!” She turns thegun to her mouth and pulls the trigger, allowing the gun to gently dispense asingle jellybean into her mouth. She hadoriginally bought the toy to annoy Jean. They had seen it in a store whileshopping for preschool supplies and he had said it was the dumbest thing he hadever seen, so of course she had to buy it. Not only was it a fun way to eat hercandy, she also discovered that her kids found it entertaining and she occasionallytakes it out to get children to settle down.

“Doit again,” Gabi demands. She stares at Sasha very intently, determined to understandhow Sasha had managed to obtain a gun that could shoot out candy. The girl tugsat Sasha’s jeans, telling her to kneel so that Gabi can observe everything moreclosely.

“Okay,”Sasha laughs, squatting so that Gabi can take a closer look. Again, she pointsthe gun into her mouth and it drops another jellybean into her mouth. After shecloses her mouth, Sasha smiles at Gabi, happy that the girl had finally stoppedjumping around and making a racket. At the very least she’s not going to wakeup the other children.

Gabiholds out her hand. “Give it to me,” she tells Sasha. Her eyes are glued to thegun. “I want it.”

“Er,I can’t really give it to you,” Sasha laughs. “But I can…give you some candytoo. Is that okay?”

Fora moment Gabi looks unhappy but she thinks about it for a second and decidesthat candy and no gun is better than no candy and no gun. “Fine,” Gabi nods. “Butyou have to shoot it into my mouth like you just did!”

“Onone condition,” Sasha says, holding up a finger. She taps Gabi on the nose. “Youhave to go to sleep. I’ll let you play for a little bit outside, but you haveto go to nap like everyone else afterward.”

Gabistands there, assessing the choice presented to her, and finally agrees to it. “Fine!”she says. “Now give me my candy!” She opens her mouth wide for the candy,looking so silly that Sasha has to stop herself from laughing out loud.

Usingone hand to cup Gabi’s face gently and the other to point the candy gun in thelittle girl’s mouth, Sasha pulls the trigger and a candy lands on the girl’stongue, making her flinch a little bit.

Gabicloses her mouth after that, sucking on the candy quite intensely. “It’s s’moresflavored!” she cries with delight.

“Shh!”Sasha hushes her, pressing a finger to her mouth to remind Gabi that they needto be quiet.

Foronce, Gabi actually listens to her and clamps both of her hands to her mouth,nodding with a serious expression on her face. When Sasha points to theplayground outside, Gabi nods and trots to go play outside.

“Youdo realize that giving her candy was a bad idea, right?” Jean asks, walkingtowards Sasha who’s leaning against the doorframe. He taps on her candy gun andthen points towards his mouth, opening it so that she can give him somejellybeans as well.

Sashasnorts and thinks about making a snide remark about how he thought the toy wasa stupid purchase, but she instead lets him have the candy anyway. When hegrimaces after tasting the flavor (“Ugh, black licorice,” he says.), she grins.

“It’sfine. She’s going to have that little sugar high and then come crashing down,right?” Sasha says. It’d probably be more effective if she fed Gabi even morecandy, but she doesn’t think Reiner would appreciate if he found out that Sashawas just filling Gabi up like a piñata every time the kids needed to take afifteen-minute nap.

Jeanraises an eyebrow. “And you know that you need to deal with her while she’shaving that sugar high, right?”

Suddenlythere’s a crash and Sasha turns just in time to see Gabi lying on the groundafter tumbling down the slide. For a second, she’s panicked, but the girlimmediately jumps back up and tries again to climb up the slide (in preciselythe way that Jean and Sasha had repeatedly told all the kids not to climb the slide). Once again, shecomes tumbling down, landing with a thud and cackling with joy.

“Ah,shit,” Sasha mumbles as she runs over to Gabi. Maybe that candy gun was astupid idea after all.

#sasha braus #gabi braun #ft #jean kirstein #aka the least helpful daycare helper ever #snk #sasha still appreciates him tho #asks #answered #requests #anon #anonymous #preschool au

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crossedbeams · 6 years

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ROSE REVIEWS… THE X-FILES - S1.E11 Eve

<<1.10 Fallen Angel ——————————— 1.12 Fire >>

I’m salty today and what better way than to transfer that into something positive than to finish this long overdue and almost certainly irrelevant recap of Eve. Read on for children who are almost as scary as their acting is bad, prison aesthetics and idiotic blithering by me.

THE PLOT

The fathers of creepy children are being exsanguinated on opposite coasts and Mulder wants to know the aliens have upgraded from cows. IVF suspicions run wild and with a little help from good old Deep Throat, the terrific two suspect genetic government experiments gone wrong may be responsible for the shenanigans. When the creepy kids go missing, things escalate and soda becomes a very dangerous refreshment...

Let’s go...

MY STREAM OF SEMI-CONSCIOUSNESS

Ah. The X-Files, the show that is always a scenic autumnal bath for my eyes…. And where under the leaves there is probably a dead person eaten by a molewoman or an alien. Honey? I’m home.

We find ourselves in an idyllic suburban neighbourhood, (always bad news on screen), where very concerned joggers approach an underdressed child and her stuffed animal. It’s hard at this stage to decipher whether the kid is creepy or just a really bad actor but the suspense synth hardly encourages us to give her the benefit of the doubt...

They head to the backyard, where peppy jogging neighbour fails to notice that the kid’s dad is dead coloured, posed like a corpse and basically, stereotypically and obviously dead... until he claps him jovially on the shoulder causing a tragicomic half slump of dead dad, and exposing vampiric looking marks. The kid screams, not sure why, she’s way too far away to see anything. This is the point at which I begin to suspect that she is both a bad actor AND entry #224 in the Vancouver local listing of Creepy Kids for Hire. Move over Conduit boy!

CREDITS!

This week we only wait 2.5 mins for our special baby Agents to materialise, Scully dressed as a Catholic grade schooler and Mulder wearing a tie designed, as far as I can tell, to look like mushroom soup with licorice allsorts floating in it.

Their poor fashion choices don’t seem to put them off them though, and we zigzag between lip biting (Mulder), making weird moany noises (Scully), and the level of inter office eye contact we’ve come to expect from these fluffy baby agents all set to a soundtrack of cattle mutilation chatter. And our series first (!) cow slideshow!

Scully is still naive enough to ask why Mulder believes cattle mutilation is linked to aliens. Give it a few weeks and you’ll realise that aliens is pretty much always the answer to “Why….” on the X-Files and that eyebrow is the only appropriate response before you just go with it.

I can’t wait :D

As Mulds and Sculls traverse some stairs, I realise that creepy kid #1 is called Teena. Spelled the same as Mulder’s mum. Because apparently the X-Files name bank isn’t only shallow in the male department. Also is Teena a normal spelling in the States? Here it’d only really be Tina….

I then get distracted by Scully in the biggest of purple coats. I’d love to see S1 Scully’s closet. A symphony of oversized pastels with overcoats to clash… don’t worry though hon. You’ll get some style later though for the bargain price of two (2) family members and also your ova. Poor Scully.

Scully also looks incredibly young in this scene, speaking all soft to the kid. Moments like this I struggle to believe that Mulder “never saw her as a mom” until Home. She’s all melty round the edges even though the kid is weird and creepy.

When creepy Teena starts talking about red lightning, the massively coached and unnatural pauses in dialogue and the trouble pronouncing exsanguination are just so glaring you can’t believe that this kid’s innocent charade will hold up as long as it does. But it all adds to the creep, just in time for…

**bring bring ** Scully leans in to kiss her spoopy partner tell Mulder there has been another murder. Darn. Seriously though. Close talkin to the power on uuuungghhh right here. No wonder this fandom is so thirsty.

We’re in Vancouver San Franciso, still in giant coats, for another exsanguination and what we now know is death by digitalis. Mulder says that the two estimated times of death were at the “exact same time” and I chuckle to myself like the pedant I am. Estimates cannot be exact dumdum. It also takes the edge off him mansplaining timezones to Scully. SHE IS A MEDICAL DOCTOR DAMMIT.

This scene has very nice warm, sunsetty lighting which is nice as our Spooksters demonstrate why the X-Files department is always over budget; they’ve flown cross country to do two laps of a crime scene while reading a file aloud and the kid they wanna question isn’t even in town. Where is she? I’m glad you asked, coz remember that sunny warmness? Well it’s over.

Back on the east coast, creepTeena is getting outcreeped by a thunderstorm and what appear to be disembodied footsteps at her door. We see nothing but a flash and then the door is open. It’s tense and I’m pretty sure this is never explained, raised as a concern beyond “she got abducted”?

A new day means new suits, Mulder in a tie inspired by parquet flooring and Scully in eggshell and pinstripes and a brown trenchcoat named regret. It’s a lot to process and they still don’t seem overly concerned about Teena’s kidnapping. Despite his post Samantha abduction PTSD, Mulder’s only contribution is a dramatic sky point and the suggestion the cops need to look up, but then dun dun dduuuuunh - there’s another one.

Sinister Cindy in the house. Literally.

She informs them she has lived there “since she was born eight years ago”. Zero inflection with that info and a sentence structure as unnatural as the phenomena Mulder wants to blame. Deffo a rent-a-creepykid. 100%. The woodenness only adds to it.

Commence super awkward kitchen convo where they Mulder and Scully try and fail to find a tactful way to imply Cindy might not be this grieving wife’s legitimate child. A birthing video is offered and declined. Thank god. Imagine is CHris Carter had to watch rushes of an actual woman’s vagina with a female child emerging.

Mrs Reardon’s insistence that Cindy was daddy’s girl is pretty horrifying once you know how it ends. Damn creepy kids. Listening in while watching politics, Cindy is infinitely creepier than Teena and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not for this kid “actor”.

Back in the car and Mulder is still pretty blase about Teena’s abduction/kidnap, though I forgive him because his flippant potato/potahto is adorable and he does hang out in the bushes to try and protect Cindy from getting nabbed sending Scully off to the IVF clinic alone. Ahh... the foreshadowing is out there.

At the Luther Stapes Medical Centre, a doctor mansplains IVF to Scully. She does not punch him. Another way that she is better than me.She does however, maintain super intense eye contact with him for the entire walk and truly it is a miracle she doesn’t fall over.

The next scene is pretty uneventful except that I can honestly say that Sally Kendrick is the last human I would want toying with my cervix. She’s...robotic and it looks like she has to work out how to sit down like a human. She could give Theresa May lessons.

Back at the hotel there’s some funky camera panning that I am here for and also I think there is some dialogue but let’s be honest.... this is more important

Yes Professor I would like some extra credit and may I also just smooth your poofy hair.

Even Scully knows it. Hence her confusion at being ushered out, for no obvious reason. She just wants to look at him and maybe get inside his shirt and ... and... Mulder’s “what’s a girl” is cute.... but this is cuter. (even more overanalysing of this scene here for ya glasses lovers).

Instead of meeting a girl, Mulder meets Deep Throat in an excessively aesthetically pleasing place. Honestly, Eve is a beautiful episode. Despite the creepy kids and imprisoned women. (Eve Aesthetic here). DT seems very concerned that Scully not be invited and while I’m sure that this has some link to the possibility of spy!Scully, it reads more as jealous older manfriend wants pretty Mulder to himself. And honestly I get it. God, fic has ruined me. Anyway, enough of that, enjoy this picture of pensive waterside Mulder and try to recall the specifics of the Deep Throat reveal. Project Blah. Boys called Adam. Girls called Eve. Clones. Bad. Disaster. EVE-il is at work. ¬¬ (sorry)

Mulder has brought sunflower seeds because meeting an informant without snacks = rookie error.

The important thing to note is that Deep Throat basically sets the stage for the Super Soldier Arc and everyone forgets about it when they actually get to the super soldier arc. God, for a continuity pedant, my fave is SO problematic!

Deep Throat finishes by telling Mulder he’s scored him front row seats to what’s left of the whole fucked up thing.

Cut to the most aesthetic Institute for the criminally insane and after some hot DAMN camera angles we get panic buttons and a tromp into the deeps where they keep all the government created monsters, including Eve 6.

I just wanna take a moment away from my snark and give a huge shout out to Harriet Harris who is SO good and creepy in this episode. A lot of the Season 1 extras/bit parts are average to the extreme and honestly, Harris makes this episode. Without her eyeball biting, jerky, wild eyed delivery, this ep would be as mediocre as the creepy twin actresses.

Now we’ve got that out of the way - we find out that Eve 6 screams when the lights are on but is fine with an industrial sized flashlight being shone all up in her face. Nobody’s ever got a good look at her... except presumably the person who undoes her straitjacket so she can pee? And now Mulder and Scully.

Eve 6 is my fave Eve tbh. She’s this perfect mix of terrifying and pitiful, alludes to the telekinetic connection that the younger Eve twins later reference, and is the kind of proof of government misdeed that and older Mulder and Scully despair of, delivered while they’re way too young in their partnership to do anything about it. She tells them that Eves are into suicide, psychosis and murder, and on exiting, our baby agents still don’t suspect the kids.

(Break for actual analysis) It struck me during this scene how this case tunes into both Mulder and Scully’s demons. For Mulder, it’s the missing girls and the incarcerated Eve represents a scenario that could explain Samantha’s absence in the most horrifying ways. What if she is a locked up experiment just like Eve 6? For Scully it’s a visceral representation of her struggle between scientific duty and Christian morality. The creation of Eve 6 is an aberration against both good scientific practice AND the divine right of Good to control life and death... and yet she is also a victim who did not choose too be engineered and while Scully tries to question her, maintaining composure, this face/stress swallow really says it all.

Just to double the sucker punch we cut to Cindy asking the lord to take her soul, her mother looking on with a mournful doomladen stare before telling her daughter how special she is. Cindy is unmoved, because she is special(ly evil) and Mama Reardon leaves, bereft of her husband and unacknowledged by her kid. We get it Chris Carter. Genetic experimentation BAD, family GOOD, foreboding, CHECK.... now can we just-

Mulder Scully stakeout! There is no iced tea in the bag and when Mulder posits that the adult Eves 7 & 8 did done the murders, Scully pulls this face, and mutters without much conviction that she was beginning to suspect the girls.

GOOD CALL SCULLY

Except Mulder then says “no no and here is why” and Scully just goes with it. The whole delivery at set up of this scene feels very Season 1, by which I mean Scully vacillates wildly between submitting to Mulder’s experience and being done.with.his.shit, Mulder gets all the big lines/theories/feelings/hunches and Gillian especially (and David to a lesser degree) seem unsure how to play their nuances and dynamic. Essentially it all becomes irrelevant because CRISIS takes precedent but being the super-nerd I am, this stuff fascinates me as evidence of them still learning their characters. No way S5 Scully gives up on a plausible theory so easily, even if it makes 8-yos into suspects. If cats can be evil, these staring, soulless kids can be too.

Cue Mark Snow jangles and Cindy and her similar to Teena’s bunny rabbit run away from her terrifying wall dolls and many crucifixes towards the window where she makes terrifying eye contact with Scully’s binoculars before getting grabbed by someone who is considerate enough to announce themselves by turning on the lights?!.

Mulder will take the back! (any time Mulder. Any way ¬¬ ) and sets off with his almost convincingly held gun/torch combo while Scully takes the indoors. This is, invariably, only going to go one way.

DOWN GOES SCULLY!

Sally Kendrick/Eve? leaps through the window where Mulder confronts her by asking her which Eve she is, allowing her a chance to pull a gun, shoot at him and escape and this is why you don’t want S1 Muldo and Sculls handling your home invasion. I mean who holds their gun like this, takes out a psychopath and ends the day without a hole in them?

Fox “Thinks he can outrun a car” Mulder is who.

I love his idiot face though.

Despite the fact that Cindy didn’t struggle/scream/react to her apparent kidnap at all, Scully’s remaining focussed on the adult Eves in support of Mulder’s dismissal of her earlier theory... well I already said it but - *sigh*

After Scully briefs the police and Mulder tries to reassurea distraught Mrs Reardon that her increasingly abnormal daughter will be found we get the kind of side by side, meaningful moment that I am here for all day long. Except that the height difference is so extreme that they never actually get Scully in focus!

And Scully’s “and then what” brings us back to unsettling truth that even if the kid gets found, things aren’t looking good for her given how much murder is in her genes. Poor Mrs Reardon.

Very X-Files, through-the-motel-sign shot and we see Sally Kendrick taking Cindy into motel to meet Teena. The girls look... creepy... and Kendrick looks weirdly and simplistically happy given that she has multiple abductees, severe genetic issues and the FBI on her back. Maybe poor old Sal just wants a normal life? Unlucky girl, this is the X-Files, no happy ending for anyone EVERR. Except possibly a two-faced rapist who likes Cher but that’s for another time.

Back to Sally Kendrick who is rocking a poloneck and showing a remarkable lack of nutritional concern for someone supposedly a genius. Pretty sure 8 cartons of fries are no better for psychotic murder-kids than regular ones. She begins to explain that she was pretty hopeful that she’s evolved the murdering out of her second batch of Eves but turns out she actually made it worse! Let’s pop a check in the box for “playing into popular concerns about genetic testing” and “reasons you shouldn’t do it yourself”. She tells Cindy and Teena she’s “disappointed” that they’ve done murders ahead of the curve. They are not bothered which is unsurprising given they don’t know her/are psychopaths.

Aesthetically this scene is very pleasing and the lack of stilted kid dialogue “we just knew” vs. long sentences definitely adds to tension. As does the total lack of background music. Hearing even these fairly limited actors candidly and remorselessly admit to murder is effective. And Kendrick’s slightly desperate plea that they not think that way, that they be “better” as she designed has the double effect of showing her own Eve-y instability and her very human desire to not have made a horrible mistake in creating this terrifying she-devils.

Sorry Sal.

Genetic destiny’s a bitch

And the X-Files narrative demands that when you play god you get dead. unless you’re the CSM in which case you probably drink digitalis and kale for breakfast to aid skin regrowth. Bye bye Sally Kendrick. Thanks for the creepers.

On attending the crime scene, Mulder and Scully are midway through being told that the scene is undisturbed when they hear stuff breaking. This prompts some X-Files-Action-MagicTM and some truly outrageous faces by Gillian.

Yup

What is most disturbing on rewatching is that with the scene secured, Scully confirms death and Mulder goes to gaze out the window while the Creeper twins cower and cry on the floor. Noe we know they’re guilty AF by this point, but in the narrative DumbScull and MulderingItOver haven’t quite got there because they’ve been too busy gazing at each other so we have two children just whimpering in the corner while Scully pokes a corpse and Mulder mulders about.

Scully does eventually go and pat them. And again I say fuck you CC and anyone else who “didn’t see her as a mother”.

Mulder volunteers to chaperone the creepsters to hospital and beyond and the guy in charge kinda just goes “meh”. Pretty sure some liberties have been taken with child service procedures but hey, at least this means we’re almost at the crescendo moment. Right?

Having loaded them into the car, where their spiffy red outfits match the velour upholstery and promised they’ll talk about “what happens next” (again, is this really FBI jurisdiction? Fox Mulder counselling bereaved kids seems like a HORRIBLE plan to me) , Scully and Mulder note the girls attachment and somehow miss the horrifying expressions of murder on their creepy little faces.

Again though #aesthetic

Cue some spangly night driving music, Mulder looking all pops over a red vinyl steering wheel, Scully playing mom and the creepsters plotting murder in the back. Ver ver X-Files. They pull up to a used car lot masquerading as a rest stop and go for a group wee,Mulder makes the rookie error of a) hyping evil kids with sugar and b) letting them order a murder weapon, and as soon as Scully’s distracted, one of the creepsters, possibly Sinister Cindy creeps out to spike the drinks.

Now at this point, honestly, I’m questioning the kids narrative motives. Yes they’re murderous, but aren’t they also meant to be hyper intelligent? Amd getting marooned at a nowhere rest stop, with the corpses of two FBI agents seems SUPER dumb. Like they’re a bit small and loudly dressed to hitch a ride to Vegas and make it on the strip. What gives, creepsters?

The waitress tries to stop her plan by insisting she wait to take the soda until it’s paid for, but is way too easily placated by the kids excuse. Stick to your guns lady, you might just stop a murder.

Although apparently nobody is paying any attention because THIS ISN’T SUSPICIOUS AT ALL IS IT?

Apparently Mulder doesn’t think so, even knowing digitalis is sweet and that there is something weird afoot, he doesn’t question his super sweet diet drink or the kids totally normal and not at all weirdly resistant to drinking sugar free soda and just does this. Seriously it’s like he wants to die in agony.

Scully’s not much better, simply commenting on the “syrupy” taste. MMhmm. Bitch. You’re a medical doctor with a previously voiced suspicion. Quit sipping the murder juice.

Fortunately, after some suspenseful drawn out paying and a forgotten key excuse, Mulder FINALLY twigs when he finds some green goop on the table. Apparently murderTwin is cackhanded when she pours and Mulder, having licked the poison just to check it’s murdery enough (I just cant even) rushes outside to karate chop Scully’s drink away from her in a way so unsubtle that the creepers escape.

Which is actually great news because it gives us all the chance for a nice dark, X-Files bread and butter cat and mouse around a truckstop, cool lighting and tubey-arty stuff sequence. Which I’m here for.

Despite some pants ruining puddles, the twins are quickly apprehended except for some gun wielding truckers interfere because in this universe regular citizens can hold law enforcement at gunpoint and prevent them doing their job/identifying themselves and anyway everyone almost gets shot and the kids run off again. I should probably insert some pithy political point here about arming the kids too but I’ve been writing this review for 84 years and I don’t have the energy.

Fortunately, at this point Mulder and Scully rediscover some investigative nous and having flashed an ID and truckboy, they trick Sinister and Creepy into thinking they’ve sped off after a school bus. Mulder goes full on child catcher and nabs them with a “gotcha” and is finally deaf to their “we’re just little girls” plea.

I’d like to take a second to flag up his response “that’s the last thing you are” because he’s wrong too. They are little girls, as well as psychopaths, and everyone’s insistence that they must be one thing or another is a device for narrative obfuscation as old as the bible. The appearance of beauty/youth/innocence is not mutually exclusive of the presence of malign intent or evil. Just ask Henry James/Oscar Wilde. Or me. I literally wrote a dissertation on this so. Yeah. They can be little girls and killers Mulder. Don’t be reductive.

But I guess we do need the simplicity of “this kid is evil” otherwise Mrs Reardon ripping her daughter out of a picture and burning it would be more conflicting and we’re only on season 1.

Likewise the disturbing concept of two eight year olds in a secure prison. I mean yes thy’re creepy but - duh duh dunnnnh - rescue is at hand! Eve 8 shows up for them and once again thy “just knew”. This is the kind of X-Files ending I love. This is the kidn of story I would have loved the revivals to pick up. Imagine (recast) grown Cindy and Teena, off doing murdery clone stuff. Yep. Okay. I’m done now. This is the end.

Except the score. Which is...

A solid “C” Grade (26/50)

Plot 6/10 - It’s entertaining and a good idea but I penalised it because it depends on Mulder and Scully being super slow on the uptake. That said, they do actually solve the case.

Mulder 6/10 - Mulder is in charge (thanks S1) and presents a mess of grieving brother, heroic car catcher and good cop. Good, in character stuff but not exceptional.

Scully 4/10 - Scully seems to forget she’d an MD and a badass here. She lets Mulder talk her out of (correct) suspicions, gets taken down in the action scene and generally second fiddles. She’s a cute mom but not the Scully we want to see.

USP 3/5 - This was an ambitious idea, beautifully presented, and while it didn’t quite get the polish to make it iconic it is memorable, creepy and a good representation of S1 bread and butter eps.

Other Characters 5/10 - These points are all for Harriet Harris. None for you creeper twins. None for you.

Bonus points 2/10 - One for being aesthetically pleasing. One for the dorky, cute, feeling out Mulder/Scully moments (motel urnghh) and also their mom and pop act at the rest stop.

That’s all for now folks. I’ll probably have the next one done this decade. Fire. Goodie.

<< 1.10 Fallen Angel ——————————— 1.12 Fire >>

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[FAN ACCOUNT] 171230 INFINITE Begin Again - Day 2

Hi all! Before I start with the second day things, I wanted to add some first day things that I forgot when I posted. So, I forgot to mention how cute the opening vcr is. It is so cute! It’s like the mature version of the end of ‘White Confession’ where they all bring presents. Then it ends with them outside with sparklers and it’s just so pretty~ Besides that I also forgot to mention that the stage this time around is a lot higher than ‘That Summer 3′ which makes viewing so much better. I remember I was in a similar spot for TS3 and could only see from their knees up, but I could pretty much see everything this time around! Also, I forgot to mention that they were telling us not to push each other cause it hurts them to see us get hurt. And Dongwoo was like, ‘You wouldn’t want to see us pushing and hurting each other, right?’ and he pushed Woohyun a bit and Woohyun almost fell out of his chair for real lol. It was cute but I swear I saw the flash of fright in Woohyun’s eyes lol. Also, as the boys were doing their intros, Dongwoo stopped crying and was back to his energetic self, which Gyu later teased him for by saying, ‘He was just crying a few minutes ago!!’ lol. Dongwoo was very energetic all night, the boys had to calm him down a few times lol. He kept dancing while they were talking and they were like ‘Whoa whoa’ lol. I also forgot that while talking about Sungjong’s solo songs they mentioned ‘Good Morning’ and tried to get Sungjong to sing it but he was like, ‘Uhhh’ so they tried to get Inspirit to sing but it was super quiet so everyone was laughing. Speaking of solos, did I mention Dongwoo’s pelvic thrusting??? Or Woohyun copying him? Well yeah, that. And it was amazing. Oh and I remember a bit of what they were talking about during the Instagram section. The question was about what they do after they wake up. Myungsoo checks to see if his eyelids are doubled or not lol. Namu said he needs to put on makeup and that’s what prompted Sunggyu to tease him about getting ready and the difference between Myungsoo and Woohyun lol. Tbh, it seemed like the first day was a bit like a rehearsal. They changed a lot for the second day. Keep reading for more second day shenanigans!

So I had a much better experience for the second day, although the meet itself was an hour shorter than the previous day. I did see a lot more intentional, rude pushing by fan in front of me, but luckily my area was quite tame. So the biggest take away from day 2 was the fact that they changed quite a lot of stuff. The boys had their hair done, some minor costume changes, chair changes, confetti changes, bg changes, and most importantly... they completely cut out 1 whole hour of talking time. It was most likely because 3.5 hours is quite long in itself but also because Myungsoo had the MBC Drama Awards to attend at 9pm (the meet ended around 8:30). So they didn’t do the dice talk AT ALL! They also did only about half the questions in the Golden Bell section too. They also got rid of the Inspirit Chance, I guess since it didn’t help them anyway lol. Oh and I’m not sure if it wasn’t working yesterday or I didn’t notice or people just weren’t wearing them, but the LED bands lit up automatically and even vibrated at certain parts of the show. Kind of like what the SM artist bands/lightsticks do. Another cute thing the boys (mostly Woohyun) did was instead of saying 2018 in the normal Sino-Korean numbers, they used the Pure Korean way of saying it instead because 18 sounds like the f-bomb a bit if pronounced incorrectly. (There are 2 counting systems, one using pure Korean and the other based off of Chinese characters).

Anyway, these next few things might be out of order, but I’ll try to organize it as best as I can! I think it was some time at the beginning, Woohyun started doing this dance and the members all freaked out cause Woohyun was giving out spoilers. Dongwoo had to hold him back lol. And judging by the members’ faces, it was a real spoiler lol. Since they skipped the dice part, the beg of the meet went by really quick.

Before the solos, they were teasing Sungjong for having the highest fees for his stage. They said since he has all these props and a hat and stuff, his fee was highest. They also tried to get us to sing ‘Good Morning’ again but... crickets. Sorry Sungjong! But it’s hard to know a song that was never officially released! Also, there was another mistake at the beg of Myungsoo’s solo. He sat down and looked offstage and was pointing to his mic. Apparently they forgot to turn it on. Then I guess they told him they turned it on so he made like an okay sign and tested the mic, all while the bgm was still going. Hopefully, his stage will go smoothly today. Woohyun said someone gifted the song to him, but I can’t remember the name he said. Dongwoo also said he helped take part in making his song with someone, but once again, I’m not too sure who. Sunggyu said that Nell’s Jonghwan wrote the song for him, but he wrote all the lyrics, and he made it clear that he does not want to name the song ‘Laser’ lol. He was just like, hard no lol. Sungyeol said that he wore a different jacket (it was a big blue furry one similar to Dongwoo’s red one) today because he saw Dongwoo’s jacket from yesterday and told the stylists he wants that one lol. So cute. They made a joke about how they look like the Korean flag and that it works out cause Dongwoo is red and red is on top and since he’s the hyung, he’s on top lol. Yeol also revealed that he was curious about who’s stage was actually the most expensive so he asked and it was actually Yeol’s lol. He said he didn’t realize the fireworks were that expensive and that his new jacket added onto the total lol.

The instagram section was next and this time they only answered one question. It was if they had daughters, who would be the most loving to their daughter. Sungjong said that you’d think it would be Woohyun but.. and after hearing that Woohyun got all mad lol. But Sungjong said he think it’d be Sungyeol. Sungyeol agreed and said he wouldn’t even let her wear a skirt and everyone was like NOOO. Sunggyu said it definitely wouldn’t be him and that he hasn’t even thought about having kids. Dongwoo said he would want sons and daughters and that he wants 5 kids who all have different interests. Woohyun told him good luck on finding a wife lol. Sunggyu said he thinks Myungsoo would be really good to his daughter. Soo agreed and said that he would totally treat his son differently than his daughter. He’d be really worried with a daughter but really tough on the son lol. Yeol joked that Myungsoo would hate to have a son like Yeol. Someone (maybe Myungsoo) said that Sungjong would be good to a daughter and Sungjong agreed kinda blatantly as he does lol.

Like I said before, the quiz section was cut super short. They did the ‘Korean’ class, like last time and the first answer was ‘Second Invasion Evolution Plus’ and everyone was like wtf! But the thing is they didn’t give it with any spaces inbetween the words so Sungyeol was complaining lol. The second answer was ‘Be Back’ and it was hilarious cause Dongwoo wrote all kinds of things that started with ‘BB’ and Woohyun wrote ‘Babo for inspirits’ and Sunggyu wrote ‘Big Bang’ LOL. Everyone was like wth! The ‘Science’ section was a pic of Dongwoo’s ear, which everyone got wrong. Sungjong really thought it was his and Dongwoo was surprised it was his. He said he has more earrings than in the picture and was almost in denial that it was him lol. The next pic was an outfit pic of Sungyeol. The ‘Music’ section was Infinite F’s ‘I’m Going Crazy’. Gyu and Jong tried to cheat a lot by asking Inspirit. Namu was cute and kissing the dolls and having the dolls kiss each other and kiss him and Yeol was staring at him with this judging look lol. So Dongwoo lost again lol cause he got 0 points. But he said it’s boring to punish him cause he lost yesterday so he convinced everyone, very easily, to punish the second place loser, Sunggyu. So he spun the wheel and got ‘Fashion King’ like everyone wanted. He went off stage to change and the boys stole a few more dolls to throw into the crowd. Sungyeol came back on stage after getting more dolls and said that Sunggyu’s costume was hilarious and to try to film it secretly lol. Then Woohyun said to film freely since it was okay in this section. So as you prob know by now, Gyu comes out wearing a Mario costume and he had to perform ‘Entrust’ and ‘Cover Girl’ like that. Also, Sungyeol tried to get his dolls to the 2nd floor again but to no avail.

During the next ment, Gyu tried to sneak off stage to change but Dongwoo dragged him back and made him dance ‘The Eye’ in the costume lol. He said he doesn’t mind but didn’t wanna wear the mustache cause it was hard to breathe, so Woohyun told him not to breathe lol. Gyu had previously tossed the hat out to a fan but the members wanted him to wear it so they asked the fan if they could borrow it and that they’d give it back to her. Then Dongwoo put it sweetly on Gyu’s head and that’s how we got the funniest vers of ‘The Eye’. Dongwoo was excited cause he said we’ve never done a Halloween or Christmas party but now it’s like we have lol. At the last ments, we were all cheering and congratulating Myungsoo for his Newcomer Award nomination. Yeol said that everything we’ve been wanting (for the dice and wheel) had come true so hopefully this will too. During the last ment, there was another airplane event. Namu picked one up and was reading the instructions printed on the paper out loud. He said, ‘Please write down a message filled with love for Infinite... this paper is blank.’ LOL

All in all, even though it felt a bit less interactive than usual, it was a good time! Sunggyu was a lot quieter than normal and it did feel a bit more routine event-like than the usual free for all Infinite style, but I had a much better experience. I know I’m writing this really late, but hopefully it interests someone out there! Once again, make sure to show your love to our boys and Happy New Year everyone! May 2018 be the year of INFINITE!

#infinite #begin again #fan account #sunggyu #dongwoo #woohyun #sungyeol #myungsoo #l #sungjong #171230 #togetherinspirit7 #인피니트 #비긴어게인 #fan meeting #happy new year!

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fenweak · 6 years

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a kane/toews rule 63 + genderswap fic rec. just because.

short = ~2,000

medium = 2,000 - 20,000 words

long = 20,000 - 60,000 words

novel length = 60,000~ words

★ are personal faves

girl!Jonny

Bluehawk by aohatsu ★ - explicit | medium | friends with benefits | podfic by exmahater

Jo sleeps with Kaner for the second time when she’s twenty-one and gets drunk off her ass in a bar in Vancouver.

only wanna dance with you by maleyka - explicit | medium | pwp

"Comfortable?" Jeannie asks tonelessly, and Patrick wriggles a little more, just to annoy her."Perfect," he says, deriving a great amount of pleasure from Jeannie's huffy sigh.

Jehanne Toews tag by SimoneCloseau (WIP) ★- expicit | medium | hockey player Pat and med student Jonny yesss

like you want me to - explicit | medium | pwp | podfic by exmanhater

So it's easy, when they're drunk and high on winning, and they've been dancing for a while, and Kaner is so so close and breathing heavily against her ear. It's so easy to say, "Wanna go back to mine?"

get on your knees (you’ve got something to prove) - explicit | medium | friends with benefits | pwp

“I am actually pretty good at sex though,” Patrick says as a non sequitur, picking back up on the conversation from earlier.

forever i’ll try for you and I by staraflur - teen | medium | college

It’s extra great—whenever Jo’s losing, she always makes like their running point tally competition isn’t real. Tonight’s true to form: when Trish holds up three fingers and points at herself, then two before pointing at Jo, Jo actually scoffs as she pokes at a couple chicken breasts with the tongs, trying to find the best one.

girl!Kaner

Two-Way Forward by exmanhater, torigates ★ - explicit | medium | epistolary | podfic

“I think I’m on my phone enough as it is, you know, always texting and emailing, and people complain that I get back to them three, four days later, I’m not fast enough for that. I’m bad enough as it is, and I feel like I’m always on my phone.”

Or; Five Times Pat emailed Jonny and one time he emailed her back.

Like You Have a Secret by Linsky - explicit | long | friends to lovers | girl in disguise | now with a hot new sequel!

Patricia Tabitha Kane is the best freaking hockey player in the NCAA, and it is ridiculously unfair that her brother is the one with an invitation to the Blackhawks prospect camp.

something old, something new by longtime_lurker ★ - explicit | medium | friends to lovers | outdoor/wedding sex! | podfic by exmanhater

Jonny's standard canned press response is that he loves Kaner like a sister...which is perfectly true, if you’re talking like on Game of Thrones.

Like Other Girls by BlackEyedGirl - mature | medium | female friendships | podfic by smoulderandbraids, by | art by esouffle

Pat's relationship with the media has been fraught since she was drafted, second round, home to Buffalo. Her relationship with her new Captain, when she eventually winds up in Chicago a couple of years later, doesn't start off a whole lot better. But by the time she's flying back from Biel, she's willing to admit that she had missed their thing just a little, weird as he's always been around her.

Write Our Names On the Wall by twentysomething ★ - medium | friends with benefits

"What are you saying?" Johnny says slowly, because this sounds like she's trying to pick him up, which is impossible, because if Kaner has one concrete rule, it's ‘anyone but teammates.’

"We can help each other out here," Kaner suggests, crossing her legs in her too-short skirt. "That's all. Two friends helping each other out in a dry spell. You're free to do whatever. It wouldn't be a big deal."

Cutting Into You series by elisera - explicit | medium | friends to lovers, established relationship | friends with benefits

Maybe she needs to stop complaining to him about guys not dropping everything to fuck her. Kaner does, and he’s basically been looking at her ever since they both hit puberty, so. + There’s people everywhere, music thumping through the main room and drowning out most of whatever everyone’s shouting at each other, and she needs to get out there, right in the middle of it, celebrate the fuck out of this Cup win with her team, but Johnny doesn’t give a single fuck right now. First things first.

anorgasmic girl!Kaner by fourfreedoms ★ - explicit | medium | follow up here | slack shenanigans and elevator hijinks, and a smug Jonathan making girl Patrick have the time of her life. A+

Life is a Dance Floor by bessyboo, thisissirius - teen | medium | friends to lovers

The first time I met Jonathan Toews, he let a door close in my face. Not one of those metaphorical doors that get shut ‘cause I’m a girl in the NHL, but a literal door.

Pat and Jonathan lean on each other to get through an unexpected loss. this is a story about grief, and a love solid enough to help you out of it.

patricia kane, figure skater by allthebros - short | olympics AU

the shape of you by thundersquall - explicit | medium | college AU

Patricia Kane. Well, Jonny at least has her name now.He can't help but watch her as she pulls herself out of the pool to sit at the side, laughing at something Dayna just said. She lifts her arms to fumble at her bun and then pulls her hair-tie off, shaking her hair out; Jonny stares, transfixed, as a cascade of thick blonde curls tumble down her back."Oh boy," Sharpy says. "Guys, Tazer is smitten. Look at his face.""Shut the fuck up," Jonny says, as the guys start hooting and laughing. "I just - I think she's pretty cute, that's all."

Pat(ricia) by friskaz - teen | medium

There's no way to tell, with her clothes on, that she's not who she says she is, Patrick Kane, rockstar of the NHL.[Always-a-girl AU]

Zero is our hero. by BoyGirlBothNoneImTheUniverse - mature | medium | high school AU

Patricia Kane gets a boyfriend and not much else happens.

Hang Up and You Call Right Back by cupstealer, SimoneCloseau (WIP)- explicit | medium | enemies to lovers | college AU

Toews. Diana is grinding with Jonathan Toews. Aw, really? That guy? She hates that guy. Pat watches, disgusted as he bends his head to Diana’s neck, lips skimming the skin there.

Patricia Kane unwittingly follows Jonathan Toews to UND.

Think We Fell In Love + sequels | podfic - explicit | medium | friends with benefits |

Jonny and Kaner have a lot of sex. Then they're dipshits about it.

+ Post-lockout sex.Or, Jonny and Kaner are still dipshits, but now they're dipshits who know they're in love with each other.(now with bonus fisting pwp)

This song is the cross that i bear (bear with me) - explicit | medium | friends to lovers | ice dancing AU

Because when you get right down to it, winning a gold medal was always more plausible to him than sleeping with Joanie Toews.

+ genderqueer Pat:

Drawing Lines In The Palm of Your Hand by Sharksdontsleep - explicit | medium | podfic by Opalsong

“I kind of proved a lot of people wrong and proved to myself I can play this game in this body.” - Pat Kane

Genderqueer AU.

cause everyone’s heart doesn’t beat the same- explicit | medium | trans Pat

"Thirteen year old Pat Kane has short hair and a shorter temper, stands at five foot nothing and wants you to know about it. He plays hockey like he'll die if he can't, and if you have a problem with him, you have a problem with his whole team.

That's the way he's always wanted it."

1988 femslash!

That Round and Round Thing series by exmanhater ★ - explicit | medium | podfic by bessyboo | roller derby AU

Pat’s pretty sure this has been the most confusing week she’s ever had since that time in fourth grade when she got her period for the first time in the middle of gym while wearing white shorts and thought she was dying, despite her mother’s previously imparted information about puberty (true fucking story). Or, the real account of how Patricia Kane and Jonny Toews, roller derby stars, finally pulled their heads out of their asses and started banging.

Shut Up Honey by aohatsu - teen | medium | mutual pining | friends to lovers | podfic by exmanhater

It's just a little frustrating, that Patricia can be so good at their sport, and then still look the way she does.

press yourself into me series by LikeAMovieIOnceSaw - explicit | medium | established relationship | pwp

"Oh my gosh, look at that butt" was the first thing she'd ever said to Jonny. They went from there.

I Was Busy Thinkin' 'Bout (Girls) by Linsky - explicit | long | friends with benefits

Jonny looks away quickly, cheeks going hot. She knows better than to stare at other girls’ breasts in the locker room.

You Might Want To Turn Your Head by exmanhater - explicit | medium | pegging! | established relationship | second part of a series about colliding genderbending universes

"It's not very big," he says, voice light and teasing. "You think I can't handle more than that?"

"We'll get there," Jonny says. "Start slow, eh?"

Patrick laughs. "Oh, for sure," he says, doing his unfortunately accurate generic Canadian accent. Jonny doesn't think it's fair that she lives full-time in a world where Patrick Kane has a decent Canadian accent, but as long as she gets to wring orgasms out of him, she's prepared to accept it.

Pass Me Through Your Fingertips - mature | medium | friends with benefits

Five Times Jonny Noticed Kaner and One Time Kaner Noticed Her Back

“I mean it, Tazer baby. We’re gonna show those boys how it’s done.”And Jonny looked her up and down one more time, before reaching out to tug a few curls into place, flicking her on the nose once for good measure.“We always do,” she said, and her gaze was locked on Kaner’s and Kaner felt like she could take over the entire world.

girl i've never loved one like you - explicit | medium | roomie troubles

Pat has the hotel room to herself, and she decides it’s not at all unreasonable to make good use of her alone time to have some, ahem, alone time.And then Toews walks in.(In which Kane and Toews face orgasms and feelings. They do alright.)

Strings Definitely Attached - mature | short | pining | podfic by exmanhater

“It’d be convenient, and it makes sense,” Pat says when she brings it up, her shoulders curving in a shrug as she slides her way into Janie’s space and lets her fingers brush Janie’s wrist in a touch that’s innocent, a sly, winsome smile on her face that is anything but.

genderswap

i get a good feeling that i never had before, no no by forochel - explicit | medium | suddenly-a-girl!Pat

kaner gets turned into a girl in the aftermath of game 6.me in an email: "it takes their minds off the loss okay! like, who the fuck can break down over that when they have this problem to solve. right here."and solve it they do. they solve it hard. everywhere. all day long.

pretty good looking for a girl by liketheroad - medium | suddenly-a-girl!Jonny

In which Jonny turns into a short, ugly girl, but Patrick still wants to hit that anyway.

my backwards walk - explicit | medium | suddenly-a-girl!Jonny |

Jonny groaned again, then flinched at the sound of his own voice. He lifted his head and shoulders off the bed, stared down at his now much more shapely body. Threw his head back on the pillow, closed his eyes tight, then opened them again.

The breasts were still there.

still into you by altri_uccelli ★ - explicit | novel length | suddenly-a-girl!Jonny | friends with benefits

It's not even 12 hours after Jonny discovers he's a girl that he's sprawled on an itchy sofa, biting on his fist and being eaten out by Patrick Kane. He can't believe that a day exists in which having oral sex with Kaner, his oldest friend on the team and frequently a pain in his ass, is not the weirdest thing to happen.

Disney Rules and Physics by sailorstkwrning - teen | medium | parallel universe

Patrick Kane and his rule!63 self swap places; Jonny gets them back where they belong.

Do You Know What You Started? by Linsky - explicit | medium | porn with feelings | masturbation

Jonny gets turned into a girl, and Patrick doesn’t recognize him. Jonny really shouldn’t take advantage of this.He really, really shouldn’t.

the shadow and the frame by longtime_lurker - explicit | medium | friends with benefits

"Quit freaking out," Kaner says, breath hot in Jonny's ear. "We're both chicks right now, nothing gay about that.""Do you even listen to yourself?" Jonny mutters.

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