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so-sures-blog · 5 months ago

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to love and to learn

I’ve had this request since 2022 and had half done for more than a year now. Sorry it took so long! 😭

Summary: (to have and to hold)

Zoey navigates her relationship with Mike and co. throughout the year, learning that just because things are tough doesn’t mean you shouldn’t hold onto who they are.

A girl with a heart as big as hers shouldn’t be afraid to speak it.

| he is so many things. he is everything. she loses her heart and gets it back, this time ready to hold on. |

*♥️*🩵*

Mal (Spring)

Zoey unlocked the door to her place, purposefully making more noise than necessary as she closed the door and placed all her belongings on the table.

“I’m back!” She called out.

The empty house said nothing back and Zoey sighed, heart sinking. She didn’t know what she was expecting, to be honest. Her house was always empty, always silent, always dark. Normally, that would be any teenager's dream, but Zoey had always felt constricted when she was alone — like she was one tug away from panicking.

Separation anxiety, is what Courtney would call it. Neglect.

Zoey the Lonely, is what the elementary school kids called her.

It wasn’t like Zoey’s parents were bad or anything like that. They were just … never around. They were busy with work and away on trips often, which was fine because they were making money and putting a roof over her head. So Zoey didn’t say anything when they didn’t call her and she always smiled when the neighbors asked how her parents were and if she was fine …

Zoey shook her head out of the thoughts she wandered in. She had friends — close friends, better than anything she could have asked for — and that was enough.

Zoey walked over to the fridge and opened it — only to find absolutely nothing at all. Zoey quickly began looking through the shelves in the pantry and resisted the urge to sigh.

Right, she was supposed to go grocery shopping like, a week ago, curse finals for making her forget —

Zoey grabbed her wallet, keys, and phone and walked out of the house even though it was midnight.

Anything was better than being alone in an empty house.

* * *

Zoey is a sixteen year old girl walking home alone late at night, and apparently that’s some sort of welcome mat to get mugged.

Her credit card is weeping from the amount of things she’s bought but the food will last her a while so she doesn’t have to go shopping again. Zoey’s in good spirits as she crosses the street.

Normally, she would take the buses, but she doesn’t want to wait around outside when it’s one am and she has school tomorrow — well, today. She's also relaxed enough for the first time in about three months to let her guard down a bit, so it's a real shame that she immediately gets jumped by thugs the moment she does.

Zoey shrieks when a heavy hand covers her mouth and she gets dragged into an alleyway. Her back slams into a wall behind her, and Zoey counts three big, dark, intimidating thugs in front of her.

"Hands up, sweetheart, nice and easy," the biggest guy says, waving his gun at her.

Ice-cold fear shot in her veins and she instinctively reached for her pepper spray. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt empty space. She forgot it!

"He said hands up, kid!" the second guy barks at her, his own gun leveling out somewhere wildly above Zoey’s shoulder.

Zoey flinches. Great, not only would she be killed by thugs, she would be killed by amateur thugs. With the way they were holding the guns, she would most likely be shot by their own carelessness rather than actual intention.

"We don't want any trouble, just your money."

Zoey bit back a retort. Yeah, because teenagers just happen to be real millionaires. Who's even teaching these guys how to pick targets —

The thugs move forward, and Zoey cuts off her inner dialogue. Adrenaline races through her veins and her hands tremble at her sides. Just as she tries to summon her voice to call for help, or to desperately use one of Courtney’s self-defense lessons —

“Hey.”

All four of them jump, and the three thugs turn around to see two figures. Zoey couldn’t make out their facial features in the dark, but one was short and stocky while the other was tall and lanky.

The short one took a menacing step forward. ��Leave the girl alone, and I promise we’ll leave you with your teeth intact.”

The thugs laugh. “Oh yeah? Last I checked, there’s three of us, and two of you. And we have guns.”

The tall one walks forward, and the thugs gasp. From her place Zoey can’t see who he is, but it makes the thugs tremble.

“B-boss … it’s the Malevolent One! And … the short mohawked green punk!”

Short mohawked green punk? That sounded like someone she knew, but who was the Malevolent One?

Caught up in her musings, Zoey almost didn’t notice the conversation going on.

"Hey kid, we said — hey, stop that creepy grinning, we're pointing a gun at you — "

Duncan just grins wider, cracks his knuckles, and throws himself into a fight.

Zoey screams as Duncan tackles the thug that called him short and gleefully begins going to town on him. The Malevolent One moves like a shadow, knocking the gun from the thug leader and sending him unconscious.

Slowly, they both turn to look at the last thug standing.

The thug’s face loses all its color and he jumps back in terror, screaming as he drops his gun in his haste to escape.

Zoey is frozen, gasping hard as her knees tremble. The two took on three armed thugs and managed to escape with only bruised knuckles.

Zoey’s legs suddenly give out.

“Hey, Zo, are you okay?” A hand is placed on her shoulder, and Zoey looks up to see Duncan staring down at her.

Zoey can’t help but smile. Duncan liked to put up this bad-boy image to make him seem tough, but secretly he had a soft heart. Zoey was glad to be one of the few to see it.

“Yeah, I — um, yeah. Just in shock. No need to worry about me.”

Duncan offers a hand to help her up, handing her the groceries in the process. Zoey shakily stands up, letting out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Duncan.”

She looks at the other guy, whose figure was hiding in the shadows. “Thanks …” she trails off hesitantly.

He steps into the light and her heart stops. Mike, is her first thought. The tall, lanky body, the skin color, the face. Then she looks closer — the frown on his lips, the dark look on his face, the hair covering his eye.

“Mal,” Zoey says. Her throat suddenly feels extremely dry and she resists the urge to swallow.

“Zoey,” he responded neutrally.

Duncan looks back and forth, obviously picking up the strange air between them. “So, are you headed home?” He asked. Zoey and Mal both broke off the weird trance they found themselves in from staring at each other.

“Yeah,” Zoey nodded. “I was just walking back.”

Duncan takes the grocery bags and turns away. “Come on, we’ll walk with you! Don’t want you to get mugged again, do we?”

Zoey exchanged a bewildered look with Mal, but when he merely raised a brow she quickly flushed and hurried after Duncan.

No way was she letting herself be robbed two times in a night.

* * *

“Hey,” Zoey suddenly asked on the walk back. “Where’s Scott?”

Scott, Duncan, and Mal were the “bad guys” of the neighborhood, the misfits. They liked going out at night and causing trouble — nothing serious or endangering, but just enough graffiti to give the police a headache.

Zoey wasn’t very fond of Scott, but if his friends liked him and they were happy, who was she to judge?

“He stayed in because he had to do a biology project.” Duncan said casually, swinging her grocery bags from side to side. On her other side, Mal was carrying her other bags.

Zoey raised a brow. “And he cares because …”

“He’s failing. He spent three hours begging Dawn to help him out.”

Zoey cringed. He must really be desperate if he went crawling to Dawn. She hated his guts more than Zoey did.

“Right…” Zoey said, because she didn’t really know where to take the conversation.

“Anyway, where’re your parents?” Duncan asks. “Should they be the ones doing grocery shopping? Or at the very least, make you do it at a decent time?”

Zoey shrugged, suddenly not in a very chatty mood. “Oh, uh, they’re on a business trip.”

Duncan narrowed his eyes. “Wait, didn’t you say that last month? What —”

Zoey cut him off. “Duncan, I’m tired. So please drop the topic or else I'll text Courtney that you were on the streets beating up thugs at two am on a final’s night.” Zoey waved the phone for emphasis.

Duncan instantly backed off at the threat of bringing Courtney in. He definitely didn’t want his on-and-off girlfriend to get on his case again (even if they were broken up now). “Okay, okay, fine. I get it, I’ll back off.”

Zoey sighed in relief. “Thank you.”

She turned to look at Mal and found his eyes already on her. They were dark and scorching, and it felt like they were burning her body apart to look into her soul. It felt like he knew every secret scrawled under her skin and was taking it apart to observe at his leisure.

Zoey looked away, her heart beating nervously as her skin tingled under his eyes. “This is my stop.” Zoey stopped walking in front of her house. “Thank you for walking me home and for carrying my bags. That was very nice of you.” Zoey sent Duncan a cheeky grin, knowing how much he disliked being called “nice”.

“Just don’t tell anyone about it,” Duncan huffed, handing her the bags. “Probably about time to start heading back anyway. Later, Zoey. See ya, Mal.” With that, Duncan turned away and walked down the street.

Leaving Zoey and Mal standing alone together on the sidewalk.

“Thanks for walking me home, Mal. I appreciate it.” Zoey held out her hand for the other grocery bag.

Mal stared at her open hand uncomprehendingly, long enough for Zoey to get uncomfortable before saying, “I’m supposed to be walking you to your house.”

“We are at my house.”

“No, we’re in front of your house,” Mal corrects.

“My house is literally right there,” Zoey stabs a finger up the front lawn. “I can carry a couple of bags across the lawn. I’ll be fine.”

But Mal just stared at her unwaveringly, so Zoey huffs and marches towards the door. Mal trails after her, and it’s only until she unlocks the front door and opens it when he gives the bags to her.

Zoey flicks on the light, already feeling unsettled by the darkness before she turns to Mal. He’s already staring at her intently, and Zoey bites her lip uncertainty. “Thank you for walking me back,” she says. “For real, this time.”

“No problem,” Mal shoves his hands in his pockets, eyes flicking behind her to see the undeniably empty house. He turns to walk away, before he hesitates. “If you’re ever feeling lonely …” he starts, looking like he was already regretting it, “call me. I’ll always be there.”

Zoey’s face explodes in red and her mouth drops open. Mal quickly turns around and hurries away, leaving Zoey to gape after him in shock.

She closes the door before leaning against it sliding down to the floor. She buries her face in her hands, cheeks hot from her blush.

Yeah, she would call him. She did have his number after all.

She had all of theirs.

* * *

Vito (Spring)

Now, Vito has always been a massive player.

While Manitoba liked to flirt, Vito actually went out with girls. When he wasn't busy starting fights, he was chasing skirts — and while his behavior had always bothered Zoey, lately it bothered her for an entirely different reason.

That reason used to be because she hated the way Vito eyed girls like they were a piece of meat. The smug smirk he wore whenever he flirted with them made her want to punch him.

These days, it was because he flirted with girls. Period.

Not because he was a jerk about it, not because he was crude, not because he finally realized females were more than just boobs and a butt.

It was because every time she caught him winking at a girl or talking her up, it sent her blood spiking. Zoey would find herself gritting her teeth and clenching her fists and she didn't know why.

(Well, she did know why. She just didn't like it, so she ignored it.)

But the fact remained that something had changed, and it was aggravating the life out of her.

Despite everything, Zoey had resolved to simply ignore it. Whatever had happened to her would fade over time, and Vito was his own person (well … sort of. As much as he could be with five others in his brain). He was allowed to make out with whoever he wanted to.

Zoey also knew she was a major people’s pleaser and the type to obsess over every single detail — so she stuck to the mindset of ignoring Vito as well.

And it served her well, until one day after art club she rounded the corner and nearly crashed into Vito, who was currently sucking face with Anne Maria.

Zoey gasped and skidded to a halt. For a moment she simply stood there, gaping. Her feet were glued to the floor and her heart was pounding rapidly.

Zoey clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palm to clear her head. Zoey could feel a powerful emotion bubbling up and she bit her tongue.

What was Vito doing here? Football practice was over, he should have driven home by now. If he wanted to make out with Anne Maria then he should have done it under the bleachers — unless it was occupied by Geoff and Bridgette again. But why would he bring her here? He knew this was the path she always took to get to the bus —

Zoey suddenly stopped at the thought.

She watched as Vito pulled away and noticed Zoey staring at them in shock. For a moment their eyes met, holding a connection as they looked at each other.

Then Vito had the audacity to smirk at her, mouth pulling up in a cocky smile. His hands rested on Anne Maria’s hips and Zoey’s blood boiled.

She wanted to punch him. She wanted to punch him so bad, and she wanted to rip Anne Maria off him and yell and yell and yell until he made her shut up. But she knew what Vito would look like if she did that and Zoey would rather die than give him the satisfaction.

So instead Zoey clenched her fists, scoffed in annoyance, and brushed right past them with her head held high.

Zoey was jealous. Vito didn’t need to know that.

* * *

Chester (Winter)

Zoey was late, and she was dying.

The girl flies by pedestrians, red hair blowing out behind her as she runs down the sidewalk in a full sprint. Her legs burned and her lungs ached as she took heaving breaths of cold air.

It was one of those days in Canada where the air was so frigid it literally hurt to breathe, but the clouds still stubbornly clung to the snow that would fall later. She was late to her shift at work — too busy studying for classes after school — and had missed her bus, leaving her to wait for the second one impatiently.

Zoey burst into the shop. “I’m here!” She announced grandly.

Gwen looked up mid page-turn from her book at the register, observing the disarray that was Zoey. “You’re late,” she raised a judgemental brow.

“I know, sorry. I was just so caught up with school I lost track of time.” Zoey sighs, taking off her coat. Things would be so much easier for her if she had a ride … unfortunately, she and her ride had had a falling out a while ago and she doubted they would want to talk to her anytime soon.

Shaking off the negative thoughts, Zoey falls into the routine of getting ready. She worked at a small vintage shop that was tucked into the corner of the block for decades. Gwen had introduced it to her, and she had fallen in love with the still, older vibe of the place. Zoey was naturally attracted to older aesthetics, so it made sense that she fit in here.

Gwen and Zoey worked in tandem, attending to customers and working the register until people came in fewer and fewer. After a few hours, Zoey took a breath, checking her phone. Evening had come early, the sky turning a gorgeous shade of midnight blue outside.

Gwen reappeared from the back, bundled in a beanie and scarf. “I’m going to head out early. You okay with closing?”

Zoey smiled. “Of course,” she said, waving off Gwen’s guilty eyes. “Go have fun with Trent. I’ll see you at school.”

Gwen turned crimson, said a quick goodbye, then ran out the shop to the car parked outside at the curb. She slammed the door shut, and Zoey caught a quick glimpse of Trent waving at her before they took off.

Zoey sighed and started to close up. She was glad Gwen and Trent were back together after the rocky hardships that had actually led them to breaking up for a little bit. She wasn’t sure about the details of it — some jealousies and lack of communication — but she knew for sure that Gwen had found it hard to deal with her boyfriend's OCD, and struggled to manage it. She had confessed to Zoey about it, how she struggled to keep a normal relationship with Trent when his mental disorder was constantly interfering.

Gwen had come to her about that, asking for her advice about how to have a partner and manage their mental health, and Zoey had given it, feeling like a total hypocrite in the process.

The ding of the doorbell interrupts her thoughts, and Zoey looks up with an automatic smile to treat the last customer of the day before she freezes as she recognizes the person walking through the door.

Chester.

The alter shakes out his coat, wiping snow with a decisive sort of disdain off his cane. He looks up, takes note of Zoey’s unflattering stunned expression, and says, “Are you goin’ to be sittin’ there starin’ till my bones drop off or are you goin’ to make me some tea?”

Snapping out of it, Zoey blushes, rushing to make the drink under Chester's freezing glare. She sets down the pot, pouring the liquid into the cup as Chester grumbles before sitting down awkwardly.

“So,” Zoey manages to get her voice not to squeak. “How have you been, Chester?”

“Like you care,” Chester says gruffly and takes a sip of his tea. Perfect, just how it's always been. He and Zoey always had the same taste.

“I do care, that’s why I asked,” Zoey responds patiently. Without realizing it, her tone slips into the familiar, soothing, serenade that usually came out whenever Chester made a mean comment. “Just because we haven’t spoken in a while doesn’t mean I don’t wonder how you or everyone else is.”

Chester eyes her suspiciously, and Zoey finds herself randomly struck with how she sees him as Chester, and not Mike. To anyone else, it would look like a teenage boy was acting like an old man, but that wasn’t it. Chester hunched in on himself, and had crooked fingers that always itched for his cane; he subconsciously squinted in one eye and spoke with an inflection that Zoey never knew came from. Mike was the total opposite — he walked straight, but with a small slump in his spine as if to make himself less taller; he used enthusiastic hand motions and spoke loudly when excited. He didn't even like tea like Chester — he preferred juice.

“I’m as fine as these old bones can be in this weather,” Chester says after a moment.

“I see,” Zoey smiles. “You should stay inside and keep warm — what will happen if you slip and fall?” Even if Mike’s body was still young and strong, he had Chester’s psychology — so if he fell, he’d be in immense pain because he believed he had the bones of an old man and wouldn’t be able to get up on his own because of the psychological limits in Chester’s own mind.

“ ’s not like I meant to come out on my own,” Chester scowls. “The boy was already frustrated before that darn hooligan ran the red light while we were crossing. Nearly hit us too, that no good son of a —”

“You’re walking in this weather?” Zoey interrupts before he can go on his tirade. “What about your car?” Mike’s parents had bought him a car in the middle of autumn for passing his drivers test, a beat-up old thing. But still, Mike loved it, and the rest of his alters did too, taking it and driving it around to all their individual appointments.

It had been a fight for Mike to get his license — officials were too worried about him disassociating and switching out while he was driving — but thanks to his psychiatrist’s approval and his adopted parents pushing, he was finally able to get it. She can still remember how proudly Mike's eyes had shone when he first showed her his ID.

“Parents took it away,” Chester grunted. “He was switchin’ out with the rest of us too much.”

“Oh,” Zoey’s mouth felt dry. “I —”

“He's a mess without you, you know. They all are, those stupid young fools. But you should know, with what you said before.”

Zoey feels the words hit, like a sucker-punch to the gut. Her mind flashes back to the time when she asked Mike out. She had worn her favorite red halter top, with wildflower sticker tattoos stamped up her arm as she had rubbed it shyly. She had been so nervous; it had felt like the nerves her belly had turned into a livewire full of electric butterflies.

The words she’d said to him came back to her when he asked why she liked him.

"It's just that … the sort of mess you are ... has always felt like the sort of mess I am.”

How cruel of Chester to bring that up so suddenly. But then again, Chester never really had a problem with being cruel when he wanted to get his words across. Zoey found herself momentarily at a loss of words, stomach flipping in guilt. “That’s not … I didn’t …” What was she supposed to say? Sorry? As great at apologizing as she was, that felt too insensitive to say.

She was self-aware enough to know that she couldn’t keep her friendship with Mike, not after how much she’d hurt him. Maybe if they talked more, if she’d been more commutative …

The familiar sting of tears building up mortifies Zoey and she hides her face behind her hand, squeezing her eyes shut. That only makes it worse as the pressure causes a few wayward drops to slip out. God no, she wouldn’t cry in front of Chester, she wouldn’t …

Zoey waits for the sound of disgust that should be coming from him, a grumble about how sentimental young people were, but —

Something soft touches her cheek and she looks up to see Chester avoiding her eyes, holding out a handkerchief. She sniffles, taking it from his hand and unceremoniously scrubbing her eyes as hard as she can.

“You want to help everyone. You're too sweet to be alone,” Chester says gruffly. “Too dependent on others. You’d save a houseplant if you thought it could be your friend.”

Zoey lets out a choked laugh, not sure if she should be amused or offended at the words. “I just — I thought I'd get over it by now. We weren't even together that long anyways.”

Chester stared at her. “Why do ya still miss him? You’re the one that left.”

Zoey stares down into her cup, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. “Sometimes you don't get a choice. You think about someone ... a lot.” After she broke up with Mike, she had hoped that that would be the last of it. That he would fade into the background of all the other students, and that the only thing left would be a bittersweet memory.

But no. He still lingers, in her heart and in her mind. He was a bolt out of the blue, and a catastrophe that shakes her to the core. She could go about her day just like any other, and like a habit, she'd think of him.

“That’s what happens when ya give up on somethin’ ya care about. You grieve it just as much as you loved it.”

Zoey glances up at Chester before looking away again.

“What do I do now?” She whispers.

Chester takes a sip of his tea. “Ya know what you did wrong. Ya know what ya wanna change. The only thing that you can do now is try to be better next time around.”

Zoey blinks, the bowstring tightness drawn around her shoulders loosening at his words. She gazes into the mug like it holds all the answers, thoughts swirling around her head like a whirlwind. The fears and insecurities still weighed in her consciousness but now — although tentative — resolve was there as well.

She took a sip of her tea as well, chamomile lingering on her tongue. She could still try.

She wanted to try.

* * *

Svetlana (Winter)

Zoey watches on the sidelines as Svetlana dances on the ice, lost in her own music. The scrapes of ice against her blades are the only sound in the rink. It's completely empty, which she felt fortunate for because now Svetlana can completely focus on her routine while Zoey sits on the sidelines.

Svetlana skates by again, arms moving like the wind, somehow making the most complicated movements look like the easiest thing in the world.

She was intricately beautiful, and Zoey can’t take her eyes off her. Even with all the inner turmoil in her head, she can’t help but stop and stare at her. She knew this place — here, on the ice rink — was where Svetlana belonged. Skating was her passion, and the movements of the dance were her religion. The air rushing by her ears could clear her head more than any words can, and Zoey knows that she is the reason why Svetlana is out on the ice.

The cold bites her fingers numb and brings a rosy color to her cheeks, stinging like a slap. Zoey didn’t bring gloves with her, a self-inflicting punishment for what is to come. If this was, perhaps, a month ago, she would have been out on the ice with her, sliding on her skates and trying to catch up to Svetlana. Laughter would be echoing throughout the rink as she kept on slipping, not the void of silence now between them.

She couldn't do it anymore.

She could feel her mind fracturing the more she was stretched thin.

She was just so tired. She couldn't handle it. Dating five personalities, each with their own individual traumas, was too much. The stress, the insecurities, the fears were piling up and she just wanted a break.

She thinks (or hopes, maybe) that the others can sense it — her pulling away. It was cowardly, but she hoped that they would willingly drift off into the sea of faces in the school so that Zoey wouldn’t be able to say anything at all.

Svetlana dances across the ice, blissfully lost in her own winter wonderland and slows to a stop. She opens her eyes and catches Zoey’s. She isn’t quite sure what look reads in her gaze, but Svetlana doesn’t skate forward and close the seemingly sudden large gap between them.

Zoey was gonna break her heart. Take the fragile organ that all of the alters held so dear and shatter it into a million pieces.

* * *

Manitoba (Fall)

Manitoba pulled her along by her hand, dragging her to wherever he was taking her. She honestly had no clue. Mike had switched when he was in gym class, and the now-present Manitoba Smith had promptly ditched and went to seek Zoey out, even though she was in a different class at the time.

It had been … an experience to find out about Mike’s alters. She had known that he had some sort of disorder, because he always seemed to have a pink slip note of visiting the counselor’s office. It wasn’t until Mike had told her about his Multiple Personality Disorder —or Dissociative Identity Disorder, as Cameron often corrected— and Cameron had explained what it was when she suddenly understood.

Apparently, back at his old school, Mike had been severely bullied for his disorder and was often called a freak. Monster. Jekyll and Hyde. It had enraged Zoey beyond reason. She herself had been picked on for being different back in her old town, and she knew how much words could hurt.

When he came here, Mike’s plan of laying low was shot when he saw Duncan, who recognized him when they were in juvie, and from Scott, who had wrangled the truth from Cameron with slightly unethical means. Because it was a small school, the information traveled around the grapevine. Nobody batted an eye. Wawanaka High, if nothing else, was filled with eccentric people.

Mike had explained that he didn’t tell her about his personalities sooner because he was afraid she would think he was a freak, but Zoey had simply laughed and told him how much she loved oddballs. But secretly, she was nervous. She had no idea on how to handle his alters, or his trauma that sometimes arose at the most random things. It had been weird, and scary, and confusing, to see the boy she liked (like … really liked), acting like someone else entirely. His posture, his voice, his entire attitude did a complete turn around, and she didn’t know how to handle it.

“Why are you dragging me out of class?” Zoey complains. “We have midterms coming up, and—”

“You’re focusing on the wrong things, treasure!” Manitoba laughs. Zoey trips at the nickname. “You only live once! Why not make this one worth living with adventure!”

Easy for him to say. Mike was the only one who had to focus on school grades and studying. All the others were there for fun.

Manitoba leads them up the stairs to the roof and Zoey withdraws when she sees the Emergency Exit plastered on the doorway.

“Wait, what are you doing?!”

“Huh?”

“You’ll set off the fire alarm!”

Manitoba laughs like she’s said something cute. He opens the doorway to the rooftop and Zoey holds her breath, waiting for the alarms to start. When there is nothing, she lets it out almost disappointedly. A dud.

Manitoba doesn’t let go of her hand as they walk onto the roof and Zoey doesn’t pull away either as she looks around. So this is where Manitoba went whenever Mike switched out with him. Since Mike had a full-time pass to the counselor’s, he was technically obligated to go there whenever he felt like he was about to dissociate, but he and the others never did. She knows that for a fact because the other alters have been caught trying to leave school (Vito and Manitoba mostly) and now Zoey finally knows where one of them disappears.

Zoey can’t help but stare at him while his back is towards her.

She liked to keep busy. Needed to, really, because then she can ignore the persistent loneliness that ached whenever she was alone in a house that was too big for only her. So she made friends, joined clubs, and studied hard. She took it as a challenge when Cameron had asked if she would date any of the alters since she was dating Mike. If her boyfriend had more parts of himself then she wanted to know them as well.

And she liked them, too. Zoey didn’t doubt that before long she would like them just as much as she liked Mike. Svetlana had a beautiful soul and Zoey loved spending time with her. Manitoba was wild but captivating and she could feel herself getting used to him as well. Vito was coming around as well, taking her on drives whenever possible. She was slowly finding the gaps in Chester’s prickly nature and she remained a polite distance with the ever-elusive Mal.

There were doubts, perhaps, that she had been too hopeful. Not that she would ever think Mike a freak, but she couldn’t help but wonder if she had bitten off more than she could chew. If she was truly the right person to handle this. Zoey had her own problems and insecurities, and she could admit that she was prone to keeping it in due to her upbringing — unlike Mike, who knew how to communicate thanks to his training with his therapist.

“You get quiet when you’re stressed.”

She blinks, broken out of her thoughts due to Manitoba’s casual remark.

“Sorry,” she said. “I think more in my head than aloud.”

“I know, love.”

Zoey is glad Manitoba doesn’t comment on the small jerk she makes at his nickname and her furious blush. It was still embarrassing to get used to the others’ affection.

“Now, get on the ledge, Sheila.”

Zoey raises a brow.

Manitoba’s mouth curved into a smirk. “’Course, if you’re feeling afraid I’ll have no problem holding onto a beautiful—”

Maybe it was because of the thought of Manitoba thinking that she was weak or too afraid or boring to do it, but before she thought about it she grabbed onto the metal bars separating her from the ledge and leaped over them. Her converse hit the other side and Zoey spun around to face open air. The wind wasn’t too bad, but if she let go of the bar it would only take a push to send her careening to her death.

Zoey glanced over her shoulder, a smile tugging at her lips. “You were saying?”

Manitoba gazed at her, none of his usual cockiness in his eyes. “Look.”

She's never had a fear of heights, so she isn't afraid when she stares down at the world. Trees dappled with red, orange, and gold leaves lined the block of houses they adorned. The cars looked like toys on the winding road, the people so small they looked like ants. She hears Manitoba jump on the ledge to join her but doesn't turn her head.

“Wrong place, Shiela.”

“What?” Zoey asks. She turns to look at Manitoba only to see him watching her already.

“You’re looking in the wrong place.”

Without any further comment, he takes her chin and gently lifts it up so her gaze shifts upwards. Away from the town and to the world beyond that. Midnight-colored lakes, rolling plains, and forests stretching as far as the eye can see. And even farther, mountains peaking towards the blue sky, desperate to touch the clouds.

The air rushed out of her in her next breath.

And suddenly, Zoey understood what Manitoba was trying to make her get. There was a whole world out there. A whole country, and whole continent, even, and Zoey was still lost in her head. Her problems seemed like nothing in the grand scheme of things, and Zoey was just letting her life pass her by because she let them consume her.

She stands on the edge of the rooftop. Wind brushes along her skin, causing goosebumps to rise along her arm, but Zoey doesn’t say anything. She didn’t bring her jacket, and Manitoba wasn’t wearing one either. Even if he was, she doubted she would ask for it. She stands on the ledge, making no move to shield herself from the wind and looks at the Canadian wilderness in front of them.

She tips her head back and closes her eyes, the wind making the loose strands of her hair fly around her. Her feet felt rooted to her place, but she imagines herself as free as a bird. She could taste the tantalizing weight of wilderness on her tongue and wants.

So Zoey stands, and stares, and breathes.

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Mike (Fall)

Zoey walked into her last class of the day, Chemistry. It had taken her a while to find the classroom, so most of the tables were filled up. She spotted Lightning in the back showing off with Cody staring up with adoring eyes. Noah was on the other side of the class, rolling his eyes at the antics before burying his nose in his book.

Apprehension pooled her gut. She didn’t know who to sit by and barely knew anyone. The class was mainly filled with seniors she only knew by name with only a handful of juniors she had never spoken to.

Zoey feels sick. She wants to walk right out. Why was her social anxiety starting to act up now?

She spots a boy sitting with a table to himself, a giant bookbag next to him. He’s hunched over, like he wasn’t used to the open air around him, and is wearing thick glasses and a giant red hoodie that hide nothing with how scrawny he is. Zoey is surprised to see him have such a big bag, seeing as how the boy is basically twigs it looks like even the weight of a butterfly could knock him over.

He seemed like the safest bet to sit next to.

Zoey walks towards the small boy — anxiety trembling in her bones — and gives him a nice smile, trying to appear more confident than she truely was.

“Hi!” She greets cheerfully. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

The boy jolts so hard that he nearly topples to the floor. “Oh! Yeah, sure! No problem!” He eagerly swipes all his belongings off the side of the table to make room for her.

“Thanks,” she says, taking a seat. Continue the conversation, ask questions rings in her head from all the How-To-Make-Friends podcasts she had obsessively listened to over the summer. “I don't think I've ever seen you around before. Are you a freshman?”

The boy lights up, and soon he is talking a mile a minute. His name is Cameron, and he's sixteen like her — which surprised her, given his small stature — but this is his first year of attending Wawanakwa High after being homeschooled all his life. Apparently his mother was obsessively overprotective of her only son and as a result, Cameron was what was known as a “bubble boy”. He was sweet though, and eager, even though he lacked any real world experience he was quite knowledgeable in academics.

By the time Cameron kindly offers her some hand sanitizer, Zoey is estatic to find that she has made her first real friend of the year.

Their conversation comes to a natural lull and Zoey busies herself organizing her backpack and pulling out the notebook she will need for the class.

Officially, chemistry should have already started, but none of the seniors pause in their continuous chatter and after waiting for another awkward couple of minutes, Cameron turns and asks a senior, Courtney, where the teacher was. The honors student makes a face, nose wrinkling in a way that makes her freckles scrunch cutely and responds, “Our teacher is Blainely. She never shows up to class on time, no matter how much Principal McLean complains.”

A desk over, a girl named Heather with beautiful, glossy long hair, scoffs in a way that shows her just how much she’s a fan of their teacher and goes back to filing her nails. Zoey wants to compliment her on her hair, but something primal very deep inside of her tells her that any word spoken to her would be met with a nasty comment on her hair.

She goes back to doodling on her own notebook before all of the sudden the door slams open and a harried teen rushes in. He’s holding a pink slip that meant he was coming from the office, and after seeing that the teacher is nowhere in sight, looks for a table.

He lights up as he sees the only open seat on Cameron’s other side and hurries towards it, practically dumping all his belongings on the table as he collapses in his seat.

“Hey,” he says, running his fingers through his spiky hair. “Did class start yet?”

Cameron shook his head no.

“Really? But didn’t class start like —” he glances at the clock, “— ten minutes ago?”

“Well, our teacher for this class is Ms. Blainely, and I heard she doesn't care about tardiness because she's always late.” Zoey reports back what Courtney said to her.

“Can’t see why,” the boy responds flippantly. “We’re as pleasant as all the teachers in the school.”

Zoey feels her cheeks pull up in a grin and she giggles. “Nice to meet you. I’m —”

Blainely slams through the door of her classroom like a typhoon of bravado and too-much confidence for a teacher who was late to her own class by ten minutes. “Alright, you little brats, it’s time for Chemistry!” She sing-songs.

There’s a thunk from behind of Bridgette slamming her head into her table and her deskmate Lindsay sympathetically pats her on the back. A few tables over, Heather fake gags.

Blainely, in her true, characteristic nonchalant fashion, tells them to have at it in mixing the chemicals after barely skimming the safety protocols and handing out labs.

Her, Cameron, and their new teammate work in tandem together, like they’re a well-oiled machine. He cracks jokes with Cameron and laughs with Zoey, and she feels her cheeks getting sore with how much she's grinning.

She hasn't had this much fun in a long time. Their new teammate is charismatic. And cute. And nice. Zoey didn’t really have a type, but if she did …

Well. It would probably be him.

From over Cameron’s head where he’s chattering, Zoey chances a peek at the boy to see him already watching her. Her heart leaps in surprise and she can’t help but stare at him even after he quickly glances away. Does she have pen ink on her face? It wouldn’t be the first time. Zoey opens her mouth to ask, but before she could —

The bell rings.

The students stir and begin packing their bags with vigor, chatter filling the air as the last class of the day is finished. Cameron bids them goodbye and leaves quickly, and Zoey waves as he practically sprints towards the door, saying something about his mom picking him up.

She spots the boy beginning to pack his bag with the new chemistry papers and realizes amongst all the fun they had together, she has yet to learn his name.

“Hey,” Zoey smiles over the space at the boy. “My name is Zoey.”

The boy blinks, then gives her this big, beautiful, beaming grin that seemed to light up his entire face. Zoey feels her heart skip a beat, then trip and stumble and crash against her ribcage at the sight of it. Oh boy.

“I'm … Mike.”

* * *

#total drama #total drama fanfic #total drama au #td zoke #td zoey #td mike #td mal #td vito #td chester #td svetlana #td manitoba #high school #breakups #getting back together #wanted to try a new style so timeline starts backwards hope you can understand it T_T #I’ve never dated before so forgive any inaccuracies pls #Zoey loves and learns shes a 16 year old girl so i better not see any bitchin

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skulla-rxcks · 1 year ago

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I C E C U B E S

Paring: Changbin x AFAB reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: ice play, p^ssy eating

Day 10 of k-tober

Taglist: @f3lix00 @channiesgoodgirl @mal-lunar-28

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

“Since the weathers getting warmer I wanna try something new” I smile, hugging Changbin and nuzzling into his neck.

“What is it?” He asks. “How’d you feel about experimenting with.. ice play.”

My cheeks turn red as I suggest it to him, wondering what he’ll respond with. “Oh? If you’re sure about this, I can’t ever resist trying out new things.”

He smirks, taking my clothes off piece by piece until I’m fully nude on the couch. “I’m not sure how cold the ice is but we’ll see.”

He walks over to the fridge and opens the freezer compartment under it; getting a couple of ice cubes.

“You ready for this baby?” Changbin chuckles and gets between my legs, making them wrap around his waist. “Tell me if it gets too much, okay?” I nodd, squeezing my eyes as I feel the cold cube brush over my nipple, getting the pink bud hard In an instant.

“mmgh.. cold..” I whimper, my back arching slightly from the pleasure. “lay down flat, I wanna see if this works.”

He says, slightly pulling away from me so his face is between my thighs,

I hear the click as he puts some ice cubes in his mouth, he slowly begins to lick between my folds; making sure the ice is on the tip of his tongue as he does so.

“Ahh..nnng Binnie..” I moan as I begin to grind my hips against his face. “Shh..” He giggles, taking another ice cub and rubbing it across my nipples again while still eating me out with the cold ice in his mouth. “s-shit.. cold..” The pleasure and numbness that Changbin and the ice is giving me is enough to make me get pushed closer towards my orgasm.

“Mm.. mmhm.. are you.. close? Mm..” He asks picking up what’s happening right away as his words are muffled by my cunt and the ice. “M-mhm.. Y-yes!” I moan in response to his question, my insides twisting in pleasure as I finally orgasm.

Binnie eats the remaining ice in his mouth before clearing his throat to speak. “Seems like you enjoyed that, later do you wanna try doing something similar on me? I’m curious on how it felt now.”

#~skulla rxcks #stray kids smut #skz smut #kpop smut #binnie smut #changbin smut

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catapparently · 10 months ago

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Malina and or Kanej HCs pleaseeeeee

My boos I miss them all ty <333

Kanej Headcanons

I'll do Kanej because despite having read the books, I'm honestly not really familiar with Mal's character and therefore not likely to write something accurate.

Also sorry not sorry this is half angst because it's Kanej

First of all, they both think the other deserves someone better/more suited to them;

Inej knows that Kaz needs someone who'd be willing to be with him despite not being able to touch. He needs someone with patience and who wouldn't mind waiting forever for him.

On the other side, Kaz thinks Inej OVERALL deserves someone better than him, someone who would be able to hold her, comfort her, kiss her...

Despite that, if Inej ever gets approached romantically by another man, Kaz will beat him up later, threaten the dude's mother, then frame him for a murder Kaz committed and get him sent to Hellgate, far far away from Inej

Inej doesn't ever worry or get jealous over Kaz speaking to other girls because she knows he wouldn't be interested in a million years

Ok so we all remember when Inej said “I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.” and Kaz didn't budge, basically a silent painful rejection

Inej said that because she 99.99% knew that Kaz wouldn't instantly take off his "armor" for her

She WANTED him to "reject" her because her goal was to go hunt slavers, far far away from Kaz

Sure, they could send letters, but they could never be genuine in the letters lest someone intercepts them and finds out Kaz's weakness

As long as there wasn't an unspoken "rejection" between them, Inej wouldn't feel completely free to leave after the whole Ice court heist and all

Obviously she will still love him, but she needed a way to let go of that attachment enough to go and follow her dreams

Inej thinks about Kaz every single day since she left him

She's always reminded of him in every single thing she does or thinks;

"That's exactly what Kaz would say/do"

Inej goes to visit Kaz in Ketterdam whenever she passes by with her ship

Whenever she leaves again, Kaz sends her off with a pair of gloves or a coat of his

After the events in Rule of Wolves, when Zoya tasks Kaz with finding the heart of St. Feliks (I think that's the name?), Inej was the first person he asked for intel. Since she travels around so much she surely heard something

Of course, when he's going outside of Ketterdam for jobs or other stuff, Inej is the one who takes him on her ship. He wouldn't trust anyone else

Inej once said a few affectionate words in Suli to him and Kaz immediately searched through all of his contacts for someone to translate it for him

Inej once stole a wealthy slaver's fancy watch and brought it back to Kaz;

Not because Kaz needed yet another one but more as a symbol that she was still what Kaz made her.

When Kaz bought her the ship, he made the captain's room look like a better version of her room at the Slat so that she would always have a reminder of him and the Crows

Because her "magic slippers" got burnt while scaling the incinerator in SoC, Kaz got her a nice pair of more practical boots and commissioned yet another Fabrikator to modify the soles and make them excellent for climbing

Kaz made Wylan work on cannon blueprints until they were perfect and had them installed

He basically went all out with that ship

Inej got a little tattoo that said "the Crow" with "The Wraith" under it on her back despite her issue with branding

She didn't get it as a label, she got it as a reminder of who she was

"the Wraith" was everything the Menagerie's Suli lynx wasn't. For Inej, the tattoo was a symbol of her strength

Kaz didn't know

He found that out when one day, she came to visit him and was wearing a backless top;

He'd gotten (stolen) a necklace for her and she asked him to put it on for her;

At first Kaz was really hesitant but he *GASP* took off his gloves, and gently brushed her hair out of the way and that's when he saw the little tattoo

This man FROZE and didn't even realize his UNGLOVED index finger was tracing her bare skin along the lines of the tattoo

When he realized it he quickly stopped and hurriedly clasped the necklace around her neck

He still isn't over his touch aversion, but he's doing better. He still quickly stepped back though, putting some distance in between them

He noticed the faintest flush on Inej's cheeks and that's how he knew she still loved him, he felt relief in knowing so

These days, amongst Kaz's men, the Wraith is a myth. They don't know that Inej is gone, they think she's always there in the shadows, spying and reporting back to Kaz

Only the OGs know the truth

To Kaz, this was a way of forever having a piece of her within the gang

I hope these are to your liking!!! It's hard to write Kanej without angst

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specialagentartemis · 5 months ago

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Wait if the human body needs fats for protein absorption, do you have any idea what someone who can't process fat at all is supposed to do? I'm currently being evaluated for all kinds of possible diagnoses but so far my physician isn't sure what's wrong with me and if it's curable, but the gist is that I literally can't eat anything even slightly fatty without becoming severely sick and immediately having to run to the bathroom. So I can't eat any meat that isn't lean, I can't eat cheese, can't drink milk, I can't eat yoghurt that isn't advertised as 0 fat, and I can't use oils at all either.

From what you're saying about fats, that sounds...less than ideal. Considering I don't know for how long I'll be forced to live this way or if there's anything that can fix it at all, do you know if there's anything I can do to prevent the rabbit starvation you speak of?

(referring to this post) Oh, wow! I’m sorry, that sounds frustrating and stressful.

I want to be clear: I’m an archaeologist, and my primary understanding of this comes from an archaeological and evolutionarily perspective, not a modern nutritional one. Your doctor and your nutritionist will know a lot more about your case than I do.

That said, rabbit starvation/protein poisoning is only really a concern when lean meat makes up the majority of your diet. Not the majority of the meat in your diet, the majority of your diet, period. It’s a topic of interest among archaeologists in particular because it would have been a perennial concern in the winters during the Ice Age: when hunting animals with lean meats would have made up a large portion of early humans’ and Neanderthals’ diets during a Paleolithic winter. Historically, this tends to happen only in the winter in tundra and subarctic regions when grains, fruits, vegetables, nuts, and fish aren’t available. There’s a reason it’s also called mal de caribou.

Carbohydrates, sugars, fruit, and vegetables give you a much more balanced diet and help make up for deficiencies in other areas. And modern nutritional supplements, fortified foods, and multivitamins also help stave off many historical areas of malnutrition. If you are eating a modern spread of foods, even without fat, you are very unlikely to get protein poisoning. You might get constipated when you eat the meat, though.

My understanding is: proteins get digested faster than fats. So if you eat high-protein lean meats, they can move through your system quickly, without your body having time to extract all the amino acids and all the nutrients from them. And then the undigested bits can build up in your colon and make you feel constipated. Fat is digested more slowly, and when eaten with protein, allows your body more time to extract more and fuller suite of nutrients from the protein. Possibly there is also an emulsification aspect going on as well, I’m not positive and it’s hard to find good explanations that aren’t diet-culture-focused. (Fat also does other important things in your body with providing long-term slow-burning energy, padding your organs so they don’t impact against other parts of your body, and absorbing fat-soluble vitamins and such; again, I’m not a nutritionist, and I don’t super understand the details.)

But dietary fiber can also slow down digestion, and can help give some of those same digestive effects. (Nixtamalized) corn+beans+squash is a very traditional diet of the Americas because it gives the whole suite of necessary amino acids without requiring a whole lot of external additions. Also, I get the sense that fish like salmon work differently because of omega-3 fatty acids? So there are for sure things you can supplement with.

My post wasn’t intended to make people worry; modern nutrition and food availability means that there is a lot of flexibility you can have in your diet if you’re allergic to one aspect of it. It was meant to say, even “unhealthy” fats have an important place in a balanced diet, and can do good things for you besides just tasting good, and that craving it may well mean there’s something in there that your body wants. But if fat genuinely isn’t good for you for medical reasons, there are absolutely ways of dealing with that. Ultimately, variety is the most important part.

#I AM NOT A DOCTOR #I want to make it clear that my understanding comes from an archaeological place #And the evolutionarily needs we developed as humans #Definitely ask your doctor or a nutritionist how to stay healthy #But I really don’t think you need to worry about rabbit starvation if you are eating plenty of grains and fruits and vegetables as well #asks #featherymainffins #Good luck though that sounds stressful

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myreia · 11 months ago

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wip whenever

tagged by @galadae and @coldshrugs, thank you! 💖

tagging @bearlytolerant, @thevikingwoman, @impossible-rat-babies, @hylfystt, @allaganexarch, @birues & @roguelioness.

I'm lost in an Echo scene from Chapter 5, Aureia's family sucks. ✌️Stormblood spoilers-ish.

Laughter hums on Elgara’s lips and she returns to her paperwork with smooth, controlled movements. Kallias has always been easy to rile up. It is his greatest weakness—and it is easy to exploit.

“That possessive streak will be the end of you,” she says, tutting lightly. “Go about it then, if you’re so inclined. You don’t need my permission. I’m sure the legatuses would be overjoyed to hear of the death of the Warrior of Light. Perhaps if you offer them proof, they would even reward you.”

He snarls under his breath and bites his tongue, his riposte contained.

“Or does the thought give you pause? Do you fear, perhaps, that you aren’t strong enough? Is that why you’ve come here, crawling back to your mother, riddled with doubt and uncertainty?”

“I don’t doubt, I—”

Elgara sets her pen aside and rises from her chair, unfurling to her full height. She towers above her son, casting a long shadow across the observation deck’s floor. “Kira has something you don’t,” she says. “She has had it her whole life, it is what made her unique. Special. An asset. Your father and I sought to tap it, but we did not have the knowledge or the foresight to understand what we were dealing with. But Aulus mal Asina did. He was a visionary. And someone must continue his work.”

Red. Blue. Red. Blue.

The lights cycle, flashing over Elgara and Kallias, casting them into darkness. The solider inhales once more, her breath as sharp as ice. She presses herself against the door, gazing inwards, her form unnoticed in the shadows. A shiver ran down her spine at the mention of Aulus’ name. She recalls him, of course she does. She remembers his youth when she met him near two decades ago, bright-eyed and intense, speaking theories dismissed by his superiors as fanciful dreams at best and psychosis at worst. It was he who first spoke of Echoes and Resonants, of gifting the Garlean people the ability to control aether.

She recalls what he did to Krile. What he did to Fordola… and Zenos, too.

How his life ended, screeching about data and souls with his dying breath on the floor of the Ala Mhigan palace. Forgotten and abandoned by the prince he had devoted himself to.

His research, as he called it, should have ended there.

Inside the observation room, Elgara approaches her son step by dreaded step. She may be no soldier, and yet she engulfs him. Outmatches him. Outwits him. Kallias is no small man, and yet compared to her imposing height he is so small. So insignificant.

“Don’t you see, Kal?” she says, her voice low and strangely soothing in its intensity. The voice of someone who can lull others into implicit trust by the sheer power of command and self-assurance. “Kira is a liability, but liabilities can be exploited. Her usefulness to Garlemald has not ended. You wish to kill her; I will not doubt your thirst for vengeance, it is more than understandable. But think on it. Kill her and we lose her forever.”

He grunts, the panicked sound strangled in his throat. “Have you forgotten what she’s done, mother? What she—”

“Shh.” She arrives before him and places a hand to his chin. It’s a gentle gesture; on anyone else it would be caring. But on her it is empty, a gesture of inspection and observation. “Capture her and our opportunities are thrown wide. We can reclaim what we have lost, you and I. Theorzen will be a name to be respected; no longer will it be spat upon like the rest.”

He closes his eyes, his expression still.

“You deserve more than the lot you have been given, Kallias. And she can gift you the strength you deserve to carry. The skills and talents that should have gone to you. A transference. A replication. A Resonant of your very own, one derived from the Warrior of Light. With it, you can have your vengeance. With it, you can outmatch even Zenos himself.”

His eyelids flutter and he grimaces, lip curling back. Then he crumples into her and clings, shoulders shuddering with the aftershock of silent tears. In this moment, there is no sign of the operative and the spy. In this moment, he is a child coming home.

It makes the soldier’s blood boil. Lost in her anger, she slips and cracks her forehead against the door, helmet banging against the glass. Her vision blurs red and her knees give out from under her. When she finally clears her vision, she finds herself huddles on the stairwell floor, looking in as Elgara enfolds her son into her embrace.

A spike of jealousy flares in the pit of her stomach. Unwanted. Unneeded. Unexplained.

She curses her inability to do anything but observe.

Elgara cradles him, a hand resting against the back of his head, stroking his matted hair. “Bring your sister to me, Kal,” she croons. “Bring her to me and I can make it happen. I wish for it to happen. It should have been you all along.”

Kallias stills. His expression hardens, his lips pressed firm together. Slowly, one by one his fingers lift as he loosens his grip. The danger and the malice return, blazing bright in his red eyes. “No,” he breathes.

#ffxiv #writing tag

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thebluestbluewords · 2 years ago

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Teeth are overrated anyway

"Congrats." Mal says quietly. She does, in fact, know how to have some tact, sometimes. "Heard you made the team."

Carlos rolls his head to the side so he can talk to something that's not the tightly curled space between his own knees. "I punched a kid so hard he threw up." he says softly. Like it's a confession.

"And? I bet that fucker deserved it."

"Not really."

In Mal’s expert opinion, they all deserve it. Every kid who shoulder checks them in the hall just because they're there, every girl who won't look at Evie while she crushes their test scores, everyone who comes to Mal when they want something and ices her out when they don't, they all deserve it. Every kid who's ever taken a sharpie to their doors to tell them how worthless they are, they deserve it tenfold, and if one of them took a punch to the gut while wearing practice armor, it's nothing compared to what Mal would do to them given half the chance.

"I promise you, they really did," Mal says. "You punched one kid. I've punched how many now?"

Carlos laughs. It's not funny. "Fourteen."

Right. Out of all the ways their families fucked them up, he got the obsessive kind of guilt tracking. Preventative evidence, because the adults who want them gone will totally listen to a timestamped, cross-referenced spreadsheet of all the times they've actually fucked up, instead of whatever imagined crimes they're actually going to get sent back over. The spreadsheet's very existence is incriminating, and it could be bad if it gets into the wrong hands, but anybody who's able to get into three layers of password-protected sub-folders deserves the hex they'll get for snooping, and will probably feel too guilty (hopefully) to use it properly against them anyway. It won’t matter. The adults who care about them won't be able to override the ones who fabricate crimes they didn't even do, and one spreadsheet, even with locked timestamps for every edit, won't do much against a royal word.

Whatever. Everyone has their own coping mechanisms.

"Fourteen," Mal echoes back. "That's a lot fucking more than one, and I'm still here."

His head makes a solid noise against the wood. "You're different. People like you."

Mal can't stop the scornful noise she makes at that one, but she can pick her next words wisely.

Tread carefully, fearless leader. There's no coming back from this one.

"I think," she says slowly, inching her way closer. "That you are severely overestimating how much people like me, fleabrain."

Carlos makes a soft noise. He's listening, which is score one for Mal.

"I'm not some perfect princess who never does anything wrong. Obviously." Fourteen classmates with black eyes and bloody noses. Fourteen people who won't speak ill of her crew again. "I just keep trying, and I guess the Auradonians here are too stupid to realize that we're a bunch of lost causes. Their mistake, right?"

"Right," Carlos whispers. "They're the ones who keep making mistakes."

Hm. It's the right energy, but maybe not quite the right words.

"We deserve better than their scraps," Mal says, low and serious and warming to her cause now. "We deserve at least as much as they give their own stupid children, and if their noble-born brats can keep fucking up over and over, then we deserve at least as many chances as they get. We deserve our place here, and if they haven't kicked me out after punching fourteen people. they're sure as shit not going to kick you out over punching one."

"Right."

Mal can feel the heat of Carlos's body next to hers now, so close they could be touching. "Of course I'm right. And besides, why would they let you on the team if they're going to kick you off right after? It'd be a drain on their time and resources, and they're not gonna waste energy on us if they don't need to. You're stuck on that team whether you like it or not, dumbass."

Carlos laughs. It's not exactly a happy sound, but it's closer than before. "I didn't want to join. I fuckin' hate organized sports."

"Ah, like how I didn't want to join the equestrian club, and Evie dragged me to the meeting under false premises and wouldn't let me leave without petting a horse?"

"Like that," he agrees, and finally tips his head onto Mal's shoulder. "I didn't want to do the second round of tryouts, but they're down a man since Aza broke his ankle, so Coach called everyone on the backup rotation in for a test scrimmage."

"Let me guess, some shithead tried to pull shit because you're tiny, and you rage slammed him into the fuckin' dust?"

Mal can feel the warm gust of his sigh on her neck this time, and it feels like what home must be for other people. "Yup. Pretty much."

Weird.

“I thought coach was all about controlling your power," Mal says, thinking out loud from a half-remembered conversation she’d had with Jay a few nights ago. “Guess he's some sort of filthy hypocrite who only means that for the big guys, huh."

Carlos shakes his head. His hair is a soft, static-y mess that sticks to her cheek from the friction. She's going to be pulling handfuls out of her mouth later, but it's fine for now. "Nah. He wants people who aren't afraid of full contact. Apparently he's playing some sort of psych-out game with one of the other teams, and he's pretty sure I'm unassuming enough that they'll never see it coming."

"So he wants you to punch more people?" Mal asks incredulously. She may be bad at teams, and organized sports, and anything that involves running for more than a few minutes at a time, but a school-sanctioned chance to punch people might be worth making a stink about starting a girl's team over. "Sounds like a fuckin' sweet deal to me."

“I—“ Carlos starts.

Somebody pounds on the closet door, and his mouth snaps shut so fast Mal can hear the click.

"Hey, if you two are done having a heart-to-heart in there, some of us wanna get to dinner on time!" Jay calls through the door. "Toss me out some shoes if you're skipping and I'll tell Verne you're both sick."

Mal shoves open the door without waiting, and is rewarded with a satisfying 'oof' as the handle hits Jay in the stomach. "We were almost done, dumbass. You can't wait five minutes for us to strategize the best way for me to get in on this school-sanctioned hitting people shit?"

Jay grins down at her, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Nope." he says brightly, popping the 'p'. "Dinner waits for no man, and I'm not missing out on bread just cause you two decided it was the right time to have a gossip sesh in my closet."

"Ow," Mal grumbles, unfolding herself from the floor. "Fuck you, who told you that gossip sesh was a word people actually use?"

Jay steps back to let her out, still grinning infuriatingly. "Lonnie."

Mal's going to sneak into that girl's room and dye all her clothes pink.

No, she'd probably like that. Purple, then. An unflattering purple. One of those periwinkles that's so blue it doesn't deserve to share a name with the perfect purples that Mal herself wears. Perfect.

"I'm going to make you both suffer," Mal informs him. "I'll dye all your clothes black."

"Ooh, you think I'd look hot goth?" Jay shoots back, reaching past Mal to give Carlos a hand up. "Do your worst, killer. I already bribed your girlfriend. She said I'm her favorite model now."

"You did not."

"Did so."

"Nobody bribed me with anything!" Evie calls from the boy's bathroom. "Jay's a better model than you because he knows how to hold still, M."

"Nobody ever asks me to model," Carlos grumbles. Unlike Mal, he looks like he's comfortable standing upright, which is deeply unfair. "I'd be great at it."

Evie sticks her head out of the bathroom. She's holding a hot curling wand to her hair, but her makeup is already on and impeccable for their teacher-student dinner tonight. "That's because you're already my favorite, baby. No matter how many people you've punched."

Carlos flashes her a tiny, blink-and-you've-missed-it smile. It’s worth it. All the time in the world would be worth it to see that smile again. “Thanks, E."

"Yeah, for nothing," Mal grumbles, twisting back and forth until her back pops. "What am I, moldy fish heads? I just spent half an hour twisted up in a closet, I want good girlfriend credit too."

Evie laughs. "The fact that you call it girlfriend credit means you could never really stay in that closet, babe. You get all the girlfriend points."

#my fic #descendants #descendants fic #this is probably ot4 #but it’s mostly #gen fic #mal bertha #carlos de vil #i have some thoughts about how this school actually functions and an unfortunate number of those thoughts are about sports teams #like how did we go from ‘have you thought about band’ to ‘he’s like my brain’???#what happened in between to get this sportsball team functioning as a team #so this is loosely my take on that #and also about the enduring need to sit in a dark room and not interact with people after stressful situations #like when u accidentally rage blackout and punch a kid and think you’re going to be sent back into exile because he started puking #just normal stuff y’know

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queenjudedante · 21 days ago

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My final say.

So, I made this account to basically speak and say my peace. I have been getting falsely accused about shit for the longest time now and honestly it’s getting old. I clearly said I am not answering any anons about this person because I am clearly trying to put all this behind in 2025 but randoms and one person clearly likes to keep the drama going and blame me. But I will be as nice as I can and will say this because I got screenshots of someone saying they will call cps and tried to use my son as a shield for their drama that they can’t leave in 2024.

I don’t know what kind of shit you are on or how insecure you are to believe so many anons that are not even me. I even posted proof I can’t send anons to you. So why keep this shit going? One you don’t own Malia or Malise unless you actually legally changed your name and honestly so many people have the name. So get over yourself. My friends on ff14 and IMVU have been calling me Mal and Malia since they knew me in 2013 and still currently call me that on discord. It’s been my literal nickname and the name of my OCs which are clearly on my Pinterest as well. I don’t want to post the actual art work because you may steal it like you do with everyone photos and even real life photos. But I am really not going to fight over a name because that is childish. What I will say is using my son as a shield for this drama is getting old. I have been working two jobs, going to college, along with ice skating and ballet, working with horses at the ranch, and since it’s still Christmas break I HAVE BEEN WITH MY SON. If I am not doing those things I am gaming with my boyfriend which I have posted proof since I let my phone charge since it’s dead while him and I play. Stop using people’s kids in your drama. You say you are so grown etc but for what someone who is 36 and wants a child so bad they sure like to mom shame and bring other peoples kids into drama. Till you are a parent and actually adopted HUMAN children or given birth to one you have no say or opinion in that matter. How do you think I was able to get my son an Xbox for Christmas? BY WORKING AND NOT BEING ON HERE. So how the fuck am I sending you anything or even bothering you when I am never around especially when I was the one receiving proof that you were talking shit about me when I was working or with my son!

I don’t have time for you and your little childish games. My step mom is battling cancer on top of that as well. I am too busy helping her as well. Also why the fuck would I want to move by you? Why the fuck do you think I legally changed my name? It was to get away from you. Like I know your brain is not fully developed but holy fuck. Your logic makes no sense. All I see is a little insecure little girl that uses kids as a shield to get under peoples skin. Using someone’s kid in ANY drama between two adults is extremely shitty. What has my child do to you? HE HAS DONE NOTHING TO YOU. You have this case yet you keep talking about me and keep involving an innocent child into your drama because you literally don’t have anything against me. Now since I have the screenshots of you bringing my child into this and on my proof which I give a big thank you to the random who sent it, it’s just going to make you look bad. MY CHILD HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE ISSUES YOU CAUSED PEOPLE. Many people have issues with you and hate you. Stop assuming it’s just one person.

Your issue is you like to blame other people for your fuck ups. I am not your emotional punching bag. Get over yourself and move on. I smell desperation. I also never stole “your” book. No one wants to be you also or copy you and no one is trying to bait you. You and your friend look at my blog on your own free will and that’s not my fault that’s yours. Which basically is stalking. I actually get sent proof I don’t have to look at someone’s blog to get it or use a web browser. If what I post offends you or is a post that seems directed toward you ((which some are not)) but I mean if the shoe fits wear it Cinderella. Am I right? I don’t need attention. I get plenty from my friends and boyfriend. I have been trying for two years to get away from you. I walked on eggshells and tried to change my hobbies and interests to make you happy when we were friends. I had to change myself which I realize no friend would make you do that and on top of that you take the story and twist it.

Like I said I am done. You literally suck the energy out of people. Stay away from me. If you want to keep thinking everything is me go ahead. I am flattered by the obsession and extremely flattered you still think of me. But I am leaving this in 2024. Maybe you should do the same. I still wish you the best thoe and hope you accomplish everything you want in life. Just cause you don’t sit at my table anymore and that I hate you doesn’t mean I don’t want you to succeed in life. Just don’t bring others down because you are insecure and hate yourself.

PS: It’s also not impersonation if someone legally changes their name which I have along with my last name. Please educate yourself before posting especially when no one wants to be you.

#done #im done #done with drama #leaving it in 2024 #wish you the best #mal speaks #Malia speaks #drama #imvu fae #Tiffani Rose McDowell #rose

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booksrbetterthanpeople · 1 year ago

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Can you do the same thing but for the dc hero kids? Like they just had their backstories?

Marc- Myzan'r

Marc came to Earth as Myzan'r, a Tamaranean prince being transported by Gordanians, in exile as a slave to the Citadel

Through the use of his immense Tamaranean superhuman strength and incredible agility, he broke free from the brig aboard a Gordanian ship and landed in Paris

There, he went on a rampage trying to remove his handcuffs, screaming in Tamaranean until Zoé helped get them off of him… Then he kissed her and started speaking French

He's been living on Earth with his adoptive mothers and younger brother ever since

Aurore- Whirlpool

Aurore was once a normal “human” girl who lived by the water with her family

One thing about Aurore is that she has the ability to breathe water, which made her quite popular at school. She was captain of water-based sports and always got invited to pool parties

However, one day at a beach bonfire party, Aurore suddenly swam further out into sea and dived down in the water, soon discovering that she could communicate with sea life and that she is from Atlantis

She soon decided to use her abilities to defend Earth's oceans

Mireille- Echo

Mireille was born with an inborn metahuman ability, granting her a super-sonic scream that could shatter the thickest of glass

After nearly deafening half of the school, her parents had her live in Gotham with some other metahumans for a year so she could have better control over her powers

When Mireille returned, it worked like a charm, and now they could control the frequency of their scream

Théo couldn’t be prouder of his sister

Cosette- Voltage

Cosette was just an average kid that no one understood... Then she somehow got roped by a school bully into joining some gang, and they got into a turf war at an old factory

A round went off, and then suddenly, there was an explosion. A strange gas spread throughout the area, and Cosette passed out from exposure

When it woke up, Cosette found that they now had electromagnetic powers!... And a bunch of other people in the city now had their own powers, and most of them were villains

They took up the mantle as a hero and used their new powers to fight crime

Zoé- Rouge ("I refuse to have the same hero name as Dick!")

Zoé was just your typical girl, born into a wealthy family in New York as the product of her terrible mother's affair. Her mother's negligence during one fashion show in New Jersey caused her to wander off and come across several villains

Because she's a rich kid, they decide to kidnap her for a ransom, only for Batman to swoop in and save her.

He takes one look at her and says, "Screw it. She's mine now." He just shares custody with Morgan

Ever since that day, Zoé's grown up with several older brothers and a few sisters who take her out for ice cream, teach her how to street fight, and occasionally prank Audrey

Ismael- Krypto-Kid

Born on the planet of Krypton with the birthname, Mal-Sel, as a baby, Ismael's parents sent him to Earth in a small spaceship shortly before Krypton was destroyed in a natural cataclysm

His ship soon landed in the backyard of Fazli and Alaya Prisk

Fazli immediately adored him, while Alaya loathed the fact that the ship ruined the backyard

Overtime, Ismael began to show signs of his powers

Reshma- Sapphire Beetle

While on a family trip to their private island, Reshma came into contact with a strange-looking scarab

When she touched it, it attached to her, grafting onto her spine, and gave her a powerful exoskeleton armor

Reshma had little to almost no control over her new powers, but slowly asserts herself. When she’s in danger, the suit activates, crawling out on to her back

When the danger passes, the scarab deactivates, and it hurts like hell

Simon- Speedster

Simon was once a normal but nerdy coffee-loving student who was occasionally chased by bullies

One night, as he was running home, trying to escape his usual tormentors, he was struck by a lightning bolt, temporarily knocking him out

When he wakes up the next morning, Simon later finds that he can run at super-human speeds and possesses equally enhanced reflexes, senses, and healing

Of course, he gets a little payback

Denise- Wonderer

On Paradise Island, Queen Hippolyta was sculpting a child from clay whom she named Denise

Denise often stood out as the only “non-female” of the tribe of Amazons, but they still respected them for their strength and power

After meeting a World War II pilot who crash lands on the island, Denise accompanies him back to his home and assists in fighting off Nazi forces

They ultimately decided to stay amongs humans, defending them from any threats, living with several families over the years, and eventually finding a boyfriend

Lacey- Wildmorph

When her brothers were three and she was eleven, their parents took them on a family trip to Brazil

It was all fun and stuff until they went into the jungle and Lacey was bitten by a monkey with mint green fur. Her parents were able to find a way to save her, but it turned her skin mint green, and she developed the ability to turn into any animal

Then while on a boating trip, there was an accident. Lacey and her brothers made it, but their parents didn’t

Their grandparents soon became their legal guardians

Jean- Spellbound

Jean Duparc is the daughter of famed magician/comedian Dejah Duparc

He started off as a young but successful stage illusionist himself before he discovered his true magical powers

After doing a dna test as part of a biology assignment for school, they soon discovered that they are of the Homo Magi race, a race of naturally magic-wielding humans

Ever since that, Jean’s been learning how to perform actual magic, and learns that he’s kinda OP

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #marc anciel #Aurore Béaureal #Mireille Caquet #Zoé Lee #Jean Duparc #Mlb ocs #answered ask #ask me stuff #dc comics #dc heroes #dc kids #dc comics au

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intertexts · 8 months ago

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ALSO OOPS I DONT THINK I EVER SENT YOU THE TRIVIA FOR 27?????? UH OH. OUT OF ORDER. this one is a lot shorter though so it's ok

EPISODE 27 TRIVIA:

- bizly opens this one in a baby voice "wewcome to just wolled wiff it!" absolutely insane

- charlie makes excuses for his cracked energy was because he was in the UK and tommy and ranboo were in the other room (TOMMYINNIT JUMPSCARE)

- Jesus is canon yet again. but only in vyncents world

- CONDI THOUGHT HAMSTER DANCE WAS A UNIVERSAL EXPERIENCE AT MIDDLE SCHOOL DANCES. and not just like. a youtube video that everyone knows. they played hamster dance at his middle school dance.

- speaking of which they've been overlorded again because the hamster WAS NOT ORIGINALLY A HAMSTER bizly did that solely because he has never heard hamster dance and wanted to be in on the joke

- charlie gets so worked up over the william short leg thing again and it's REALLY funny. bizly is like "I'll stop bringing it up when you stop having hilarious overreactions to it"

- "why the fuck did william make ice copies of dakotas parents that's so dark man"

"HE DIDNT MEAN IT TO BE !!!!! i think william is not very emotionally intelligent especially when it comes to stuff like this and he wanted to do something sweet for dakota. 'i know. Christmas is a great time for him to see his parents again because it's family and it'll make him happy!' without thinking about the moral implications OR the fact that they would come alive and try to strangle him"

grizzly: "dakota probably doesn't even remember Christmas with his parents"

charlie, REALLY far away from his mic: "WELL FUCK ME THEN"

- that was CONFIRMED mal trying to brwak through the barrier! charlie is TERRIFIED for williams sake especially bc he can't use his powers anymore

- condi: "hes pissed william isn't a planeswalker anymore and thats all he wanted you for"

charlie: "yknow! I dunno if william is a planeswalker anymore! he might not be!"

- WILLIAM WAS ACTUALLY BORN WITH A POWER!!!!! I forgot about this omg. so the one he was born with is called true sight and it means he's always been naturally able to see ghosts and monsters that normal people usually can't. YIPPEE

- he's also still got Kemuri's (smoke guy) powers obv ("that he regrets deeply every day"). they ARE in the spirit world and usually william wouldn't need a guide but since the wisps left him their guide is now master cole! if he were to leave/abandon them or whatever they'd no longer be able to stay in the spirit world. even william

- there are full versions of the colestyle gaming videos hidden somewhere on the patreon. fun fact. they're also talking about now doing one where william plays phasmophobia. or doing one with all 4 of them playing a game and bizly being tide. i don't think they ever actually did that but GOD i would kill for it.

- charlie was being annoying and grizzly responded with "I hope william stays alive *forever*" which sounds like it should be a nice thing to say but the way he said it was so absolutely scathing . brutal.

- quick mac detour theyre back to the game thing charlie says he wants to do a video playing elden ring as gillion and i NEED THAT SOOOO BAD. I miss gillion so much :(

- speaking of gillion idk why there's so much gillion trivia rn but charlie says the inspiration for his voice was "a combination of the spongebob narrator and my himbo fantasy" hello?

HOW HAS BIZLY NEVER HEARD HAMSTER DANCE??????????? yes this is what i'm taking from this. hello. how.

im so delighted w/ william thinking it's a great idea to make ice copies of his friends dead parents. god. NONE of the fucking prime defenders are emotionally intelligent they all have so many problems. prime traumatic stress defenders!!

ive said it like a billion times but i'm so fucking excited for the mal shit!!! i can't waittt!!!!! shaking him back n forth!!! wiwi torment nexus now!!!! also him being born with true sight is REALLY cool actually i feel like. this has been referenced on n off but i didn't realize it was actually a thing.. huh. i wonder if that's why the wisps targeted him. except their entire thing Is being seen so i dunno.!! cool... god. wiwi i love u wiwi... i want to go to deadwood i have so many fucking questions!!! why is the trickster there!! rift between worlds thats just coincidentally in his hometown!!! also i was just thinking ab kemuri's smoke powers im so glad he still feels awful using them :]] "i hope william stays alive forever" MEAN TO HIM!!! holy shit!!! wheezing!!

im gonna have a great time w gillion whenever i get around 2 riptide btw thats so funny. help. spogebob narrator himbo fantasy........

#THABK U FOR THE BOWL OF SEEDS!!!!!! good trivia lately!!! man!!!#okay. OKAY. time 2 start 29..... rubbing my filthy little hands together #pd lb #mac tag!

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madam-kumo · 2 years ago

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Des Lèvres aussi Rouges que Le Sang

Yandere Pomefiore Trio x Fem! Reader (Poly)

(Warning: Graphic Descriptions of Beatings and Injury (Not by the trio), Blood, vulgar language, possible Gore, slightly unhealthy relationships)

Thump!

Your body finally hit the wooded floors after minutes of trying to shield yourself and get away; the crowd surrounding you was too big to get away from. Fancy leather shoes made contact with your side once more as your ears started to ring. You were certain your face was covered in bruises and you look liked a crying mess but that was stripped from your mind as another hit met your back. Food and drinks were being poured onto your bruised and bloody body; it was disgusting.

"Stupid Prefect, thinking your hot shit huh!?" A boy yelled. "Yeah, you're really are a snob!" Another shouted. You yelped and sobbed as you gave up begging them to stop- you knew they wouldn't listen. 'I'm already almost unconscious, when will they stop?' You kept asking yourself in your mind over and over again, trying to possibly tune out the degrading and nasty comments.

One grabbed your hair and lifted you up by it.

"Are you even listenin"

"JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!"

A familiar voice rang through the cafeteria as you're dropped back onto the ground and you see through your hazy and bloodshot eyes, the crowd was finally starting to move away.

"Mon cher!"

You heard another familiar voice ring into your ringing ears as green eyes met your own. Warm gloved hands carefully brushed away the food staining your soft face as you were picked up and tucked into his chest. Rook carefully stood up as Vil looked down upon the group of boys in pure rage. "Oh my gosh! Are you alright, hun?" Epel says as he gently lays his hand over yours. You didn't have the energy to respond, making the two boys worry even more.

Rook was quick to turn you away from the crowd and start heading towards their dorm. Vil -on the other hand- was staring daggers into the group as the group were quick to point the blame onto two boys who were hiding in the center; it was a beastman and another Pomefiore student. "You dare betray my dorm by abusing my partner!?". Vil kicked the frightened student onto the ground and punched the beastman in his stomach before he finishing what they started.

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You felt water surround you as Rook carefully put you into the marble tub. Its warmth hugged you as you nearly fell completely into it if it weren't for Rook catching you. You soon felt Epel's smaller -but no less comforting- hands start to wash off the blood and food from your body as he peppered your now clean face with pecks and kisses. It warmed your heart as you finally peeled open your eyes to be met with the worried Epel who' gave you a soft smile. "Are you feeling any better?" Epel asked as he he got the last of the grime off of your leg. You nod dozily as Rook came back into the washroom with a towel and robe. Epel and Rook helped you sit at the edge of the tub where they gently wrapped the purple silk robe around you and gently dried your hair.

Rook grabbed the medical bag from the sink cabinet and started to clean any infected wounds while kissing your cheek. "Je sais que ça fait mal- but we're here to keep you safe" He stopped speaking by laying another kiss on your temple and placing an ice pack on your bruised eye. You smiled "Thank you, you two have already done a lot".

Rook shook his head. "Non, you have no reason to thank us. It is our job as your partners to do this for you". Epel nodded in agreement, "Yes, he's right. You're our sweetheart after all". You chuckle at their affection before giving both of them a peck on the cheek. Rook's smile grew wider as he picked you up once more and carried you back to the bedroom. You heard the door slam open then shut as you look over to see Vil fixing his hair and noticing his bruised knuckles. "Hah, how are you doing, dear?" Vil ask calmly as you grabbed his hands and looked at the bruises carefully. He sighs "Don't worry about that. You need to get as much stress relief and rest as you can".

Vil took his hands from yours before gently pushing you until you lay flat on the bed. The three change into similar robes to yours as they get into the big bed along side you. You turn to your side and Epel nuzzles into your chest as Vil spoons you and Rook rests behind him with his arms wrapped around his waist. Your eyes slowly close to the sound of their soft breaths as you soon fall asleep.

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"Roi du Poison, what did you do to those garçons?" Rook asked as he nuzzles further into Vil's neck. "I must ask as well" Epel said as he lifts his face from your soft chest. "I just gave them a good beating and a warning," Vil smiles. "They're lucky I didn't cut their heads off then and there". "Ah, I would've loved to see that, marvelous!" Rook cheered as Epel smiled and nodded his head. "Yes, but our dear (name) wouldn't have liked that, they're too forgiving sometimes" Epel sighs and Vil brushes his polished nails through your hair as you press your back into Vil and pull Epel towards you. Epel and Vil chuckle before they too start to close their eyes. Vil eventually falls asleep to Rook's affirmations.

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Due to how bad your injuries were, you could barely walk without falling over. One of the boys in that group had sprained your ankle and broken the other one. You were bed ridden for the time being. "Honey, this is why we tell you to stay close with us, we don't want you gettin' hurt" Epel let a bit of his accent slip as he walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your neck. Guilt struck your heart as you looked down. "Sorry" You mumbled as you fiddled with the pages of the book in your hands.

They had warned you before and you hadn't listened. If you did, you would still be able to walk and avoid your lovers getting into trouble. The guilt continued to weigh at your mind but before you could think about it too much, Vil snapped his fingers in front of you. "Quit spiraling, I can see it in your face" Vil demanded as he tilts your face up with the tip of his pointer finger and thumb. "Mon cher, we just wish for you to stay safe. You can do that can't you? Rester avec nous and don't allow others to get too close. We do not need another encounter like we did last time", Rook says as he kisses your cheek. You smile a bit and nod your head. "Alright".

Epel keeps his hand around your shoulders while Vil holds your hands. Rook wraps his arm around your waist.

"Please, stay by us and never leave our side again"

#Twst x reader #Twisted Wonderland #vil shoenheit x reader #Rook Hunt x reader #epel felmier x reader #Pomefiore x reader

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reginaldpatterson · 2 months ago

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First day of Descendants Week 2024 @descendantsweek

The Little Prince and the Mad Scientist

What if, after the first trial year, Ben decided to open Auradon's school to all the children of villains? Among all the new villains, one in particular catches Chad's attention. However, the year doesn't really turn out the way he expected it to.

Today is a special day at Auradon. Last year, Ben invited three VKs to spend the year with them. It was a success, so he decides to give all VKs their chance and open the school to everyone. Chad is uncertain about this choice. He eventually grew fond of Jay and Carlos, but it was a gradual process and he still has reservations about whether it's wise. But Ben is the king and his best friend. The prince finds it difficult to trust him, but he still wants to.

Ben arranged a large event at the school for new students to provide all necessary resources and support for their adjustment. Similarly to how it happened with Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos one year before. However, since it is a school, those who feel the most at ease can consider attending classes. Not many VKs were expected anyway. Who would choose to attend class when they could just skip? Who would want to go to class when they can skip? Chad's first class is chemical and when he enters, there are already two new faces. A beautiful woman with long, shiny ginger hair wearing a red dress and a very gorgeous (oh wait no, Chad isn't thinking that! Maybe he is?) man with cold skin, white hair, icy blue eyes, and a stoic face. When the professor walks in, he asks the new students to say a few words about themselves. The man, who is tall and resembles a professional model, stands up with a casual appearance and attitude. Very cold and mysterious.

"Izkandar Askey, son of Yzma." He states simply in a very monochord voice. The girl stands up, she's way warmer, a little seductive in her attitude with her deep red lips, yet still simple and enigmatic, speaking very little. "Spinelle Medusa, daughter of Madame Medusa." The teacher appears slightly puzzled as he likely expected more words from the VKs. "Thanks for attempting my class, we will assess your progress in the program and determine next steps."

Upon hearing this, Spinelle chuckles lightly while Izkandar reacts with a cough. "What made you laugh Miss?" Spin grins in an amusing manner. "You're most likely the one who needs to catch up with that guy!" She gestures towards her friend. "We'll find out soon enough..." The professor responds. "Today, you will only be matched with a partner, and it's better for your assimilation to not stick together He shoots a meaningful glance at the VKs, but none of them seem to care much. Spinelle gives Izkandar an amused smile and wanders to look for a partner. Spinelle smiles at Izkandar in amusement before wandering off to find a partner. Due to unknown circumstances, Chad is the sole person left and must approach Izkandar, who is motionless and shows no interest in seeking a partner.

"Hi, seems we're together." Chad attempts to be friendly, but Izkandar barely acknowledges him, focused on his notebook. "I work alone." Chad breathes out heavily, already pissed. "Like it's a pleasure for me..." Sitting beside the newcomer, he doesn't have many options and attempts once more to engage in conversation. It's not like he's really interested in this class anyway.

"Why are you here, anyway?" once again, not a glance, but a brief, direct brief response. It's not going to be easy... "Science." Chad lets out another sigh. "Fine. No talking. So what?" Izkandar shrugs. "Working." However, Iz didn't bother paying attention to the experiment assigned for the class "Do you realize that you're not focusing on the right task, right?" And this time, Izkandar raises his head and gazes at him with eyes as shining as ice. Breathtaking. (No, not breathtaking at all, Chad is breathing perfectly right now!)

“Why would I do a basic experiment?" Chad looks at him in confusion, genuinely not understanding. Izkandar quickly resumes his own tasks while Chad becomes increasingly impatient. "Ok, I don't care if it's basic for you, now we are paired together and we're supposed to do this!" Although he doesn't value the class very much, the behavior of the white-haired man is really getting on his nerves. "So what? You can do this if you want. I'm not stopping you..." Like it's something Chad can manage by himself. "You never heard of teamwork?" Chad retorts. "Not my thing." Chad sighs again and sits back in his chair. Awesome. The new VK is completely self-centered. Chad vaguely takes the paper and starts reading it, looking puzzled as he struggles to fully understand it. The loud workings of his brain likely caused him to hear a sigh. "Let me guess, you can't do it?" Izkandar was pinching his nose. "Sorry, Mr. Genius, but not all of us master basic science like a pro!" He's really pissed. Izkandar lets out another sigh and inhales deeply. "I will regret that..." Closing his notebook, he then grasps the paper from the prince's outstretched hand. After reading it briefly, the scientist hands it back to Chad. "I'm not doing it." Chad gives him a curious look. "But I can help you."

Chad seems to be caught off guard by this sudden shift in behavior. This guy is very odd. He recomposes and straightens a bit. "Ok, fine." Chad offers a handshake. "I'm Chad, by the way. Chad Charming." Izkandar shows very little reaction and somewhat disregards the hand. "Great, a Little Prince." He doesn't sound thrilled, but everything he says seems very unemotional to this point Chad awkwardly retracts his hand and coughs, obviously upset by the tone. He already hates him. "And you're Izkandar, right?" He inquires. "What an excellent deduction as I mentioned that only a few minutes ago." He answers sarcastically, giving him a pointed look Chad can't quite define before returning to the vial he was working on. " You can call me Iz." He absentmindedly comments, making Chad feel strange.

Following that day, they continue to encounter each other occasionally. Chad acts like he doesn't like him, but let's be real: Iz is actually quite well-mannered for a VK. He always maintains good posture, looks classy in his purple suits, and has engaging conversations when he does speak. Overall, they aren't that different. Both of them appear as egocentric aristocrats with a tendency towards a slight superiority complex. But there is something else with Iz, or mostly with his friend, Spinelle. A caiman always tails her, almost like it's a dog. Although it may have been unsettling initially, no one appears to be bothered now. She has a crocodile at school. But it's okay, normal! Whatever! And the first time he saw him, Chad really freaked out.

It was on second day at school. Mister sciences over socialization is walking with was strolling with his friend when Chad passed by them, only to suddenly collide with the lockers and panic as he saw the damn caiman. The caiman gazes at him inquisitively, like he was making a fool of himself over a mouse. Spinelle thought it was funny, and even though she has a bit of a superior air, she doesn't seem too terrible. Not exactly super friendly, but not as oblivious as the stone-faced guy walking next to her who only notices the scene when he hears his friend. “What a brave Little Prince.” Iz answers and Spin playfully, even if kind of mockingly, back the prince up. “Come on Iz. Caesar can be a really impressive boy.” Iz shakes his head, but doesn’t seem more bothered. “If you say so…” He looks as said Caesar who gazes proudly at them, swelling his chest and almost wagging his tail. “You’re a good boy. Now go apologize the ‘Little Prince’ as Iz called him.” She discreetly gives her friend a look and a wink and he responds by rolling his eyes. Caesar reach for Chad who’s still paralysed. “Don’t! Get away! This… THIS IS A CROCODILE!” Spinelle chuckles slightly at that and Izkandar echoes what he said the day before. “Once more, such impressive deductive skills.” Spinelle turns to face him giving him an impressed look Chad can’t understand and Iz shrugs. Spinelle turns back to Chad. “He won’t eat your hand if it’s what you fear.” She reaches out her hand to him. “I’m Spin by the way, you just met Caesar, and I believe you already know the mad scientist behind me”. Iz appears to be ignoring everything around him, already focused on the book he is holding. Chad looks uncertain, glancing at both Iz and Caesar before finally taking Spin's hand. “Chad Charming.” He performs a polite bow in front of her. “Nice to meet you. You probably guess we don’t know much Auradon Kids.” Spin adds and Chad gazes at Iz. “And I believe some of you have less social life than others.” Iz doesn't even look up from his book. “And some are convinced they don’t need any.” The red-haired jokes at her friend. “See you then ‘Little Prince’” she teases once more, departing with Izkandar as they walk away. He will never get over that stupid surname. He hates him.

However, after a week, Chad keeps complaining about, not the VKs, but about one specific VK. And really, Ben's not sure he can listen to one more story about the damn scientist, the pretty lady, and the crocodile. And Ben actually begins to feel a bit concerned for his friend.

"Ben, you don't understand! He drives me crazy! He keeps calling me 'Little Prince' and he's so cold, and he is very distant, never listening to me when I speak to him. He keeps fooling me and making fun of me! I hate him!" Chad rambles. "Chad, why are you still trying to talk to them if you hate them! And I'm not even sure he did that on purpose. From what you told me, he just reacts when you do something or say something... I don't get why you're so obsessed..." Chad goes all pink and scoffs offended. "Wh- I... I'm not obsessed! He- That’s his fault!" He stutters, not even sure what he's saying or why he's stuttering. " Why do you constantly bring them up? There are so many new students and VKs and honestly. Izkandar and Spinelle are far from being a problem. They both go to class; they don't bully other students..." Chad interrupts him. "What about me?!" Ben sighs. "I'm sorry, Chad... If you want, I'll get a look at them. But what do you expect me to do?". If he was honest, Chad wouldn’t 't call it bullying anyway. He mostly feels like he needs to ramble about it with his best friend, but he kind of forgot his best friend is really busy right now with all the changes. He sighs and nods. "Thanks, Ben." Ben pats his shoulder. "That's what are friends for. " And it feels nice.

Chad doesn't know yet, but he'll really need a friend because the VKs would soon not be his top concern anymore...

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