#im legit so attached it's stupid

[contagious-addiction]

I’m not ready for the eggs to be gone forever y’all.... i’m gonna miss them when the event is over

[phagodyke]

grrr.... my boss came in and asked to talk to me for a moment and basically she was asking how I distinguish between production stock/my stock bc the stock/supply staff had insinuated to her that I'd been stealing their stock which I HAVEN'T!!!! I would never + my boss knows that but she still had to ask.... so annoying

[mako-neexu]

MAN WHAT IN THE EVERLASTING FUCK IS WRONG WITH HIM FOREVER I HATE READING THIS CHAPTER GUDA'S HUSBAND REALLY BASICALLY OUTRIGHT ADMITS HED LIKE IT IF HE COULD BE WITH GUDA LONGER BECAUSE GUDA IS HIS ONE AND ONLY ACCOMPLICE DESTINY FATE AND STAR HE LOVES SO MUCHH AND IS SO DAMN ATTACHED TO HES SO PATHETIC AND DOWN BAD bRO OUTRIGHT LAUGHS WITH THAT BREATHLESS STUPID UTTERLY SAPPY BITTERSWEET CHUCKLE KNOWING HE HAS NO CHOICE TO LEAVE EVEN THOUGH HE WANTS TO BE WITH GUDA UNTIL THE TRUE END OF THEIR JOURNEY AND HE SAYS THE LEGIT KANJI THAT BLEW AWAY MY BRAINS CLEAN ALL THE WAY TO THE EPILOGUE AND END OF THIS STORY IM IN TEARS WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

[novantinuum]

Fandom: Steven Universe Rating: General Audiences Words: ~7.3K Summary: “Connie, can we talk?” When a much needed moonlight conversation with his best friend turns into an attempted (and failed) "spring break” from all his responsibilities as a half-Gem, Steven finally comes to terms with the full truth of his heritage and all six thousand years of its consequences. Takes place between The Question and Made of Honor.

It's been five long years, but I've finally finished the second chunk of this old ass Steven Universe wip. See, this is why you can't discount the possibility of a fic author coming back after goddamn years, HAH. Because sometimes we sneak up on 'ya. Anyways, enjoy!

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Chapter 2

Steven scales the sand covered steps with a hop and a skip, the mere possibility of getting to spend the night at Connie’s enough to make him float across the boards, his toes barely touching the surface. Finally, a real, legit Jam Buds sleepover! Where they can play games and muse over deep philosophical topics and laugh over stupid nonsense until the whispers of dawn, and then sleep in until noon the next day— the promise of blueberry pancakes wafting into the room to awaken them from their slumber like a golden fried miracle. In their almost two years of being best friends, somehow they’ve never had a real one. At least, not a real one in his books. He doesn’t count their weekend stay on that jungle moon because they were fused the whole time. And then the one other occasion he slept at her house, during that blizzard a year ago, they were sequestered to different rooms and barely got to hang out at all.

This time, though… this time things will be different. That is, if her parents even allow it. The fate of their sleepover is still sadly riding on a big ‘if.’

But he has high hopes tonight! Tonight Dr. Maheswaran allowed Connie to come over to Beach City on Lion even though it was past her normal curfew. Adding to that, she’s been getting more and more lenient about her daughter’s involvement in Gem stuff as of late. Her frantic demand for texted updates every half hour has since softened into a far more palatable brand of motherly concern. At this point, she only asks that she send a quick notification right before she leaves his house via bus, Lion, or warp pad.

He swings the front door open, entering the very beach house in question. Or— put more specifically— his own ‘room,’ just external to those held in the heart of the temple. Beyond the wide mouth of the attached cavern, two out of five of the gems on the temple door are alight. Pearl and Amethyst’s. He smiles, glad that they’re all finally seeking the rest they deserve. Now, as for the others… Though he doesn’t boast any clairvoyance of his own and thus can never know for sure, he likes to believe Ruby and Sapphire warped away on a romantic walk.

Absentmindedly humming the melody from that song he was working on earlier, he slips his phone out of his pocket. He needs to text his dad where he’s going before he completely forgets in his excitement. (A common occurrence, really.) Even if he doesn’t live with him in the van anymore and goes on a whole bunch of dangerous missions across the planet all the time, he knows Dad still appreciates knowing if he’s planning on being outside Beach City overnight. Ease of mind, and all that. His fingers blaze across the keys.

hey just so u kno im headed to connie’s for the night

He presses send, and watches his message pop up in a blue bubble on the screen. After a brief pause, he quickly adds:

love u dad!!!

Steven garnishes the text with a colorful slurry of heart emojis, so frequently used that they all show up on the very first page of his emoji keyboard as suggestions. There, perfect. Send!

He sets his phone down and begins gathering necessities for the night. Out comes his cheeseburger backpack and a fresh change of clothes. His phone charger too, can’t forget that. Next he swipes his toothbrush, toothpaste, and a comb from the bathroom. (Although upon second thought, he decides to forego the comb.) A few bags of Chaaps go into the bag, along with his GameKid, in case Connie wants to pass that go-kart racing game she likes back and forth and compete for the fastest time trial. That just leaves one more essential item to track down. Oh pajamas, where are you in a young man’s time of need?

As he scours the loft for the missing clothes item, he hears the tell-tale sign of the temple door opening. His head spins around at record pace.

The laughter clues him off before he even sees their faces. The two Gems exiting the temple are nearly buried under an assortment of burlap bags and tools, among which include shovels, rakes, and handheld garden hoes. He can just barely distinguish the word ‘fertilizer’ printed in faded ink on one of the four bags.

“Oh ho, we’ve got to get you some cheesecake sometime,” Amethyst says to the green Gem next to her with a peel of laughter. “Trust me, you haven’t lived until you’ve felt that custardy goop sloshin’ around inside.” She drops the stack of fertilizer bags, which hit the floorboards with a resounding thud. “Oh hey, look who’s back!”

He grins wide, waving from his loft.

“Hey Amethyst! Hey Peridot!”

“Good timing, we were totally just gossiping about you.”

Peridot pokes her head up over the mass of metal tools she carries, eyes blown wide under her visor with her usual untamable enthusiasm. “She was telling me how you’ve really been the progeny of Pink Diamond this whole time. Hah! I guess this means on technicality I never rebelled against the Great Diamond Authority after all!”

Steven’s smile falls flat, his grip on the backpack growing taut at the sudden mention of his mo- of Pink Diamond in this context.

Thankfully Amethyst is quick to sense the tense shift in atmosphere and steps in. “Nah, believe me, ya’ still did, ya’ nerd.”

“Oh. Well!” She presses her lips into a thin line and lets the tools fall out of her arms, mentally directing them to hover just before they hit the floor to minimize the clatter. “Never mind then! I…” Her cheeks flush with hardening light. “I think I need to step aside for a moment.”

The two youngest Crystal Gems watch in silence as Peridot hurriedly toddles back through the open temple door, disappearing beyond a mini mountain of junk in the vast trash heap that is Amethyst’s room. He glances down at his hands, still clenched tight around the straps with a white knuckled grip.

Amethyst noisily clears her throat. In an instant his attention shoots back up, meeting her sympathetic gaze. “Sorry ‘bout that,” she says. “I don’t think she really gets how big a deal all this is, yet.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” he replies with a small shrug, the tension that once wracked his body slowly easing. “She’s still learning. I bet the news is pretty confusing for her, coming from Homeworld.”

And with that his attention slips back to the puzzling and peculiar mystery of his missing jammies. He presses his fist to his chin, humming a bemused note. They aren’t anywhere to be found on the floor, or in the hamper. Maybe they got stuck under his bed spread?

“Oh, Steven,” Amethyst says with a long sigh then. He watches from the corner of his eyes as she flops face first into the couch and props herself up on her side. “You care too much sometimes, y’know that?”

“Yeah, I know…” he murmurs softly, whisking his comforter completely off the bed. At that point he catches a glimmer of soft cottony blue— tucked tight in the tight space between the mattress and the wall— and his entire mood makes an abrupt heel turn right into joyous relief. His brow rises high. “Oh, hey! So that’s where my pajamas were hiding! Mystery solved!”

“Sometimes way more than people deserve,” she continues unhindered, lazily winding her fingers through her hair.

The pajamas go right into the cheeseburger backpack, joining everything else he’s packed for the night. Across the room, the temple door still stands ajar and waiting. Every once in a while the sound of clattering metal rings from within Amethyst’s room, accompanied by nasally yelps of frustration. Peridot. He imagines she’s attempting to harness greater control over her metal based telekinesis abilities, training hard in isolation as a means to cool herself down from embarrassment. To make up for what she sees as a social blunder, perhaps. Or… to impress the group with a show of what she’s truly capable of. The whole scenario is intimately familiar. About a year and a half ago— before Lapis, before the hand ship, before all the happenings that molded him into the person he is today— he stood directly in her place. The newbie. The proto Crystal Gem… with unreliable powers, low confidence, and little understanding of the truth. When all is said and done, this little spark of himself he recognizes within her makes him far more willing to give her the benefit of the doubt with her awkward phrasing.

“I don’t think she meant anything by it, if you’re still talking about… all that.”

“And you’re probably right, but. It’s okay to get… mad, y’know?”

Something in her voice gives him pause. Maybe it’s the measured hesitation in her words that clues him in, or the desperation lurking just beneath. In any case, he has the niggling sense that this is something she’d been thinking about for a while.

“Like, in general,” she continues. Even though Steven isn’t looking at her, he can nearly sense the intensity of her gaze through the little hairs rising at the nape of his neck. “Forget all of this— you’re allowed to get upset about stuff. To put yourself first for once. Just sayin’.”

His eyes narrow, more in prolonged exhaustion than anything. Just as he informed Connie, it seems that Amethyst is still on that ‘Operation: My Duty is to Make Steven Feel Better’ kick. And good grief, does he wish she wasn’t. He’s never once asked any of the Gems to spend their energy on him like that. In fact more often than not, it simply makes him concerned that she’s deliberately shirking her own self care in favor of supporting his.

Stars.

Amethyst deserves so much better.

His pocket buzzes, providing a well-timed escape from all these thoughts. A text! He grins as he pulls out his phone to catch a glimpse of it:

Stay safe and have fun, kiddo.

Dad’s message ends with a thumbs up emoji. Sweet, now to gather his stuff, ask Amethyst where everyone else is so he can say goodbye real quick, and hit the-

“Steven, Steven!” Peridot yells, barreling into his room at a full sprint. “Look what I can do now!”

He gasps and quickly scuttles down the stairs to meet her, happy that she’s no longer confining herself to the lonely isolation of the temple. “New metal ability?” he guesses, confirmed by her wide proud grin. “Show me, show me!”

Even Amethyst’s interest is piqued, the Gem casually kicking her feet over the side of the couch as she sits up with a groan.

Still running at them, Peridot flicks her hand in the air, motioning in a tight circle as a little gardening spade follows her telekinetic command and wildly swings around her head in a razor straight arc. “Look how much control I have now! I even- EEEUGH-!”

In an instant, her foot catches on the same pile of tools she dumped on the floor earlier.

Peridot must have lost mental control of the spade as she tripped, because suddenly it’s careening straight at Amethyst’s head. Without a second thought, Steven dives in front of her. He raises his arm in instinctive defense, but truthfully he hears the resonant clang of metal against hard light before he even consciously registers the fact that he’s summoned his shield. Another clang sounds, this time against the wall’s crystal. Amethyst yelps. Something dubiously aerodynamic zips over their heads at a thousand billion miles per hour as all three of them duck.

The window by the door shatters into oblivion. The tool to blame, however, is now insidiously nowhere to be seen.

Recovering, the three of them gawk blankly at the scene of their crime. Steven fidgets, absolutely at a loss for what to do next.

“Uhh…”

“Ooops,” Peridot mutters, spilled out face first on the floor.

Amethyst breaks out into raucous peals of laughter. “Dude, that was awesome!” she says as she holds up her hand to the other Gem for a high five. “I’ve never been almost poofed by gardening equipment before!”

She shakily raises her own hand to accept it, vision still clearly unfocused as she rides the shock of it all. “I, uh— you’re welcome?”

The temple door peels open again. Peridot scrambles to her feet in seconds, falling into line with the other two co-instigators. Out rushes Pearl, who practically crumbles to bits right then and there upon seeing their dumbfounded expressions and the shards of glass littering the floor.

“What on Earth happened?” Pearl screeches. “Is everyone okay? Why is the window broken, who—!?”

As quickly as it began, her fit halts. Steven figures that the sight of them uninjured is reassuring enough to quell the bulk of her panic. Still, there is the rather damning issue of all the damage they caused. Fearing their goose is cooked, none of them dare avert their eyes from the elder Gem. Pearl glances back and forth between their sheepish, guilt stricken faces and the busted window, pursing her lips.

Relenting, she crosses her arms and sighs heavily.

“I guess I’ll let Greg know it needs to be fixed. Again.” And with that she spins on her heels. She pulls her phone out of her pocket, swiping through her phone contacts. “Thank goodness he’s rich now…”

The moment she passes back through the doorway, Steven, Amethyst, and Peridot all gasp in relief. 

“Well that just happened,” he says, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. He can’t help but laugh. The purple Gem boisterously joins in right behind him.

“I legit thought P was like, gonna implode for a second,” she chimes, so tickled by amusement she has to gasp for breath midway through. “I don’t think I’ve seen her so pale since— since that time you straight up sacrificed yourself to Homeworld!”

His mouth presses into a slight frown at the grim reminder, his own laughter cut short.

Peridot rolls her eyes. “Eh heh heh, yeah! Laughing at poor, humiliated Gems! How hilarious! I’ll have you two dirtbombs know that my technique was absolutely perfect when I was practicing by myself.”

“O-oh, sorry,” Steven cuts in quick. “We didn’t mean to sound like we were laughing at you. I honestly think it’s super cool, how much you’ve improved at all the metal stuff!”

She squints at him. “Hmmph.”

Crossing her arms, she drifts into the corner by the bathroom to sulk and lick her wounds.

Steven’s chest tightens as he climbs back to the loft to grab his backpack. Gosh, he hopes they didn’t hurt her feelings too bad. He slings the straps over his shoulders, the weight settling comfortably on his back. Watching from below, Amethyst serves him a mischievous, knowing smile.

“So, backpack man. I never asked. You and Connie. You’re bailing us for an extended breather too, huh?”

His brow raises. He leaps from the upper level, landing right beside her.

“Wait, you know about—?! Aww man, am I that predictable?”

“Nah, Sapphire just said earlier that you might go stay with her.”

“She predicted that,” he says, deadpan. “That’s literally what a prediction is.”

Peridot ambles back towards them as they banter, still looking a bit sullen but overall in higher spirits than before.

“But dude, chillax, I ain’t judgin’ or anything,” Amethyst says before his worries could wander too far. “Honestly, I think everyone needs a break after all the… well, you know.” Grinning, she loops her arm around the other Gem’s shoulders. “And hey, ol’ Peridactyl here and I are skipping town for a day too. We’re gonna go on a rampage!”

Ever the troublemaker, she gives her a noogie, loose fist flattening the meticulously maintained edge of her platinum hair. Peridot flushes dark green and squeaks, flapping her hands at her in a futile attempt to evade her attack. He can’t help but giggle at the sight. Nerds.

“We’re actually checking on the garden we cultivated at the southern edge of facet 3,” Peridot explains while fixing her hair. She runs her fingers through it, reshaping as needed. “Thus the shovels and fertilizer. But she also promised a duel to help me master my metal powers!”

“So we may be gone a while,” the quartz says with a wink, nodding towards the broken window.

“Hey! I’m not that bad all the time!”

“What can I say though, we shorties gotta stick together.”

“Woo, shorty squad!” Steven cheers, pumping his fists into the air. “You gotta show me this garden when I get back. I bet it’s real pretty.”

“It’s ultimately a work in progress,” Peridot says, puffing out her chest. “Just like my metallokinesis.”

Amethyst jabs a finger in the air. “Oh, and speakin’ of pretty. Before I forget…”

Mashing her lips together in concentration, she presses a hand to her chest, gemstone glowing as she pulls something from inside. He watches, enraptured as always, as a familiar half-moon shape emerges from within. Clusters of small, shimmering crystals catch the light, encased within a thick rind of stone. He lets out a gasp. The amethyst geode! The one they found together in that abandoned quarry while out on Ruby’s cowboy adventure! He completely forgot. Awww look, it’s like your little sister, he’d joked. He thought the way the glow of the sunset diffused through its complex faceting was really pretty, and so they decided to split it fifty fifty. Plus, something about that specific chunk of quartz simply resonated within him, to say the least. Like, in a deep “this should belong with me” sort of way. He’s not quite sure how else to explain it. He remembers his dad questioning with some measure of amusement why they, literal living Gems, would want to keep a geode of all things as a souvenir, but Amethyst merely shrugged and explained she was like, 99.9% sure it was inert.

Dude, she said, not every hunk of mineral you find is sentient. It’s not like it’s weird for you humans to collect dolls, or action figures or whatever. I just think it’s funky lookin’.

Standing before him in the present, she offers it for Steven to take. Peridot lets out an ‘oooo,’ dark irises glittering at the sight of the delicate purple crystals.

“Your half. I’m not carryin’ this for you any longer, man. Unlike ol’ P, I don’t make a good handbag.”

“Rude…” he says, taking the geode in one hand as he drops his backpack and unzips the hamburger patty pocket with the other.

“What? It’s true! She can store like, a thousand things in there indefinitely, but me? Go too long, and all I get is wicked indigestion.” Upon this declaration she belches, crude and unrestrained. This seems to tickle Peridot pink, who giggles something fierce. Amethyst gives her belly a pat. “Ahhh, that’s better.”

The geode nestles nicely between his pajamas and his spare underwear. Licking his lips with stubborn determination, he fusses with the zipper until the overstuffed bag is completely sealed. He doesn't need to pack this silly ol' hunk of rock, but… some stubborn part of him can’t bear the thought of leaving it behind, and anyways, he figures Connie will think it’s pre-

Oh… Oh shards! Connie! She’s been waiting on the beach this whole time!

“Oh shoot!” he cries, rushing to sling the bag over his shoulder again. “I, uh- I really gotta get going! D’ya know where Ruby and Sapphire went? I kinda wanted to say bye to everyone before I left…”

Peridot shrugs, and utters the wordless vocalization universally recognized as ‘I dunno.’

“Those two? They left to be all cute and gross like, half an hour ago,” Amethyst says. “I’ve no idea when they’re comin’ back.”

The moment those words leave her mouth, Steven hears the warp pad behind them activate. A wave of affection crests within him at the familiar sound of the Gem’s teleporter come to life- almost bell-like in its melodic resonance- and he swings around just in time to watch two of his most favorite people in the whole world take form from within the radiant blue glow of the warp stream. If there’s one thing constant exposure hasn’t dampened, it’s his fondness for that sound.

“Oh never mind, looks like they’re crashing our wild party right now,” the purple quartz amends. “Look lively!”

When the light fades, Ruby and Sapphire step off the warp pad side by side, pressed so inseparably close to one another they might as well have already been fused.

The backpack’s weight jostling as he moves, Steven dashes across his room and throws his arms around the pair, whooping in delight. “Ahhh, you’re here! You’re back! Just in time!”

“Steven!” Ruby cheers, reciprocating his hug in kind.

“Hello, Steven!”

Even with their faces currently obscured from his sight as he embraces them, he doesn’t require any visual to hear the smile evident in a familiar voice. Well, two familiar voices. But though they are currently apart, Steven knows Garnet is always there with them, kept alive within the spirit of their love. Love for one another, and for everyone else, too! In Sapphire’s voice, he recognizes tones of Garnet’s unconditional affection, as unyielding as the future stretching to the horizon before them. In Ruby’s, he finds an open playfulness, and a fierce passion running miles deep for every facet of life and experience she’s come to adore on Earth. In the end, Garnet is just as much a part of them as they are a part of her.

In a complete betrayal of her height’s assumed strength, the short red Gem lifts both him and Sapphire off the ground as they laugh, the weightlessness of the trio’s joy almost physically palpable between them.

“So, quick curiosity question,” Ruby asks soon enough, pointing at all the glass strewn across the wood flooring once she’s set them both back down. “What’s with the window?”

“That’s—” he glances towards Amethyst and Peridot, who are both shaking their heads vehemently, signaling for him to shush right this instant— “a very long story. Pearl said she’s gonna talk to Dad and get it fixed.”

Sapphire smiles, nuzzling into her partner’s side. “Don���t worry, love— it’ll be fixed well before our wedding.”

Steven’s expression folds into a nervous wince. He threads his fingers together, shifting on his feet awkwardly. “Oh hey, uh… about that… I know I promised to help y’all start on the planning tomorrow, but—”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Sapphire says, and holds up her gemless hand. “We understand you need some time apart from us, to reflect.”

Amid this conversation, out of the corner of his eye he catches view of Pearl exiting her temple room, phone in hand. An uncharacteristically dopey smile stretches wide across her face as she texts. From what little he’s aware of, she’s been meeting up with a few human women lately. He can’t help but wonder who the lucky someone is on the other side.

“Yeah!” Ruby eagerly chimes in response. “We can start all that whenever you’re ready. After roughing it in the wilderness with me, you deserve a break!”

“And Steven…” The clairvoyant Gem parts her bangs. Reflected in her singular ice blue iris is boundless love, and wisdom, and… and maybe, he realizes, maybe a whisper of sadness. “While we both acknowledge the importance of spending time away from loved ones to recollect oneself, please know that you will never be a burden to us. We’ll always be here to listen, if you want us to.”

“Thanks, that- that means a lot.”

Pearl strides across the warp pad to join their group.

“Good news! Greg has the new window on order,” she shares, lifting her phone to her gem and stashing it away in her headspace with a quick glimmer of light. “It won’t arrive until early next week, but that should give us more than enough time to replace it and clean up the house for the big day, don’t you think?” Her glance then passes to him, and she gestures at his backpack. “Oh, Steven! Are you going somewhere?”

“Just spending the night at Connie’s. I’ll probably be back sometime tomorrow afternoon.”

She crosses her arms, serving him a wide, knowing smile that would’ve had him rolling his eyes if he weren’t already in such a blissful mood about it. “Spending the night, that’s new!”

“Yeah,” he says, not able to help the slight nervous laugh that bubbles up from deep within the more he thinks about this turn of events. “Yeah! It’s gonna be so awesome.” He turns back towards Sapphire, threading his fingers together. “Hey, will I… do you think I’ll find what I’m looking for?”

The clairvoyant Gem hums for a moment, fingers pressed to her lips.

“Yes,” she ultimately responds. “But try to eat your ice cream quickly.”

“Wait, what?”

“And remember- we love you.”

“We love you a whole lot!” Ruby chimes.

“Yeah-ya,” Amethyst says, pumping her fist in the air. “Go take your break, little man. You deserve it.”

“And you’ve got to come visit our garden when you’re back!” Peridot adds, gently spinning a small bent nail she must’ve found on the floor in circles above her pointed finger.  

Steven laughs, pulling the straps of his backpack snug across his shoulders. “I’ll come check it out, I promise.”

The last person who steps closer to bid her goodbyes to him is Pearl. She strides forward to tuck a stray flyaway curl behind his ear, her hand then gliding down to rest against his cheek. He leans into her affectionate touch with glee, reveling in the knowledge that he’s wholly and relentlessly loved.

That he’s needed.

“Be safe, Steven,” she says.

“I’ll be fine. But please—” he wraps her in a tight hug— “don’t forget to take care of yourself too, okay? We’ve all been through a lot lately. And you for longer than most.”

Pearl gives a warm chuckle. “Look at you, always watching out for us. When did you grow up so fast?” They pull apart, and she briefly clasps both her hands on his shoulders. “I’ll be sure to let Greg know where you’re off to, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I already texted him.” Waving, Steven starts to shuffle his way to the exit. “Bye, everyone!”

An overlapping chorus of goodbyes sings back to him as he leaves. The very last voice he hears before emerging out into the brisk nighttime air is Amethyst’s:

“See ya’, Ste-man!”

The moment he closes the door he exhales deeply, allowing the weight of his Gem heritage and all the responsibilities and unspoken expectations that comes with it to slough from his mind like grains of sand between his fingers. No crises, no monsters, no more constantly holding his family together on his own. He’s only recently realized how much the others have relied on him for morale all his childhood. Thankfully, through every hard fought battle- be that literal or interpersonal- they’re getting better and better at taking care of themselves.

And starting tonight, he’ll commit to taking care of his own emotional well-being too, by taking some much deserved ‘me’ time.

Well, ‘me plus Connie’ time. He’s left her waiting long enough.

She sits on the beach right where he last saw her, leaning against Lion like he’s a big, soft, purring beanbag. He can’t help but grin. Lion himself may object, but as far as Steven is concerned, this is a pretty apt description.

Connie stands as he jogs those last steps towards her, and effortlessly slings herself on the magical creature’s back. Lion rises on his paws as well. “You ready?” she asks, offering her hand.

“Yup!” He gives the overstuffed cheeseburger on his back a pat. “All in here! Sorry I took so long.”

Their fingers connect. With a brief grunt of exertion Connie’s grip tightens around his wrist, and she pulls him up behind him. Truth be told, he doesn’t need help climbing on Lion’s back at all, with his floating ability. But his best friend is strong, and so thoughtful… and though he might burn to cinders if he ever admits it out loud, he’d give up anything for an excuse to hold her hand.

“It’s fine,” she says, scruffing the top of Lion’s head. He purs, leaning into her touch. “The two of us have just been stargazing out here."

“Hey, uh... your mom knows I’m coming over now, right?”

“Umm…”

The mild panic that flashes over her face says it all.

“You didn’t tell her?” he asks in shock, more surprised than anything else. Ever since the hospital incident, Connie and her mom have grown closer and become a lot more honest with each other. Or at least, so he thought.

“Well, I haven’t told her yet. It’s just- she already bent her rules to let me see you tonight. I’m kinda… worried that if I ask in advance over the phone she’ll say no. But I’m also worried she’ll just say no anyways... y’know? Aughh, maybe this isn’t a good idea after all.”

She groans, and buries her face in Lion’s cotton candy mane. Steven frowns. His heart thrumming with concern, he rests his palm on her shoulder.

“Hey. I’d love to have a sleepover with you, but only if you’re comfy with it. I’d hate for you to feel pressured into doing anything for my sake.”

“No, no… it’s not that I feel pressured,” she says, voice muffled and tiny. “I’m just… so scared of getting in trouble that it’s hard to even talk to her some days. I don’t even know why!” She lifts her head, revealing glossy eyes. He swallows. The sight of a friend on the edge of tears is always a punch to the gut. He’s seen far too much of that in recent days.

Taking a deep cleansing breath, she gazes towards the sky- towards the boundless cosmos they can’t reach on their own- as if she dreams she may find the answer she yearns for somewhere among those stars. “I love my parents,” she continues, “but it’s just- sometimes I feel like I can’t ask them for anything. That I still have no control of my life at all. I’ve come so far with them on that, on them not hovering over me 24/7, but then I just- just get so paranoid about things, and-! Gahhh!” she cries, gripping the hair at either side of her head. “Compared to everything you’re dealing with it’s dumb, I know.”

“It’s not dumb,” he says. “Everybody’s going through tricky stuff all the time. And just because some of it may seem less heavy compared to everything else, it doesn’t mean it’s less heavy for you.”

“Yeah…”

“And hey— worst case scenario, if she says no, I’ll just come over and see you tomorrow. No big deal!”

“Yeah,” she repeats, her countenance lightening ever so slightly. “I guess you’re right. What’s the harm in asking?”

“So… Jambuds night still on?”

“Oh, it’s on,” she grins. “But before we leave, one question—”

“Yeah?”

“A few minutes ago… Was that a gardening spade that flew out the window?”

“Yup,” he says with a nervous laugh, wrapping his arms around her midsection as Lion begins to sprint across the shore. “That was Peridot. Don’t ask, I don’t really understand how it happened either.”

~~~

Steven and Connie give a sharp yelp of glee as Lion exits his portal and skids to a rapid halt right in front of her parents’ home.

“Man, I don’t know if I’m ever gonna get used to that,” Steven quips, sliding off the feline’s back and holding out his arm to help his friend down. “It’s just like the roller coaster at Funland, except three times more awesome!”

“And more scary,” Connie adds, accepting his offered aid as she hops to the ground as well. “‘Cause like, at least the Thunderbird has a lap bar.”

Lion serves the two of them a dull grumble, his tail flitting around every which way as he stalks his way across the quiet neighborhood street towards the Maheswaran residence.

“Aw, no!” he says, rushing forwards towards the curb and running an apologetic hand through his fur. “I’m sorry, bud. We didn’t mean it like that— you’re perfect just the way you are, lap bar or not.”

But before he can move one more footstep up the path to their front door, Connie stops him by the shoulder.

“Wait—”

He fixes his gaze square on her, barely even breathing as he watches his friend’s anxious glance shift from Lion, to him, to the homey glow of the living room window. Hmm. It seems Dr. and Mr. Maheswaran are still awake, even at this late of an hour.

“Let me handle things in there… okay?” she requests. “I don’t want any of my silly nonsense becoming your burden, too.”

Steven nods, and pantomimes zipping up his lips. An extra flick of the wrist is all it takes to lock them up and throw away the key.

She gives a faint sigh of relief at his agreement, and lowers her hold on his shoulder until the very tip of her pinkie is dancing along the outer ridge of his hand. Clueing in to her silent ask, he interlaces their fingers together, squeezing tight as a show of camaraderie and reassurance. He hums, and tilts his head towards the doorway.

“Shall we?”

Connie fishes her own key (a real one, not metaphorical) out of her back pocket. “Well… here goes nothing,” she says, interlaced with a soft, nervous laugh.

She unlocks the front door and pushes her way in, tugging him along. (Yawning, Lion plops himself down on the front lawn, apparently holding zero interest in facing what comes next.) Steven can’t help but sweat as he steps through the frame and promptly matches eyes with her two very not thrilled parents sitting side-by-side on the couch. Of the pair, her mother— with her arms crossed and expression taut— seems the most irked. He swallows, tugging at the collar of his shirt. Oh geeze, this can’t be good. The last thing he wanted when he called up his friend tonight was to get her in trouble!

Connie doesn’t even match eyes with them as she scurries on past, instead leading him straight towards the stairs.

“Hey Mom, hey Dad, I’m back!” she blurts out in a flustered hurry. “I brought Steven with me and he’s gonna stay for the night I hope that’s okay with you, I promise I’ll leave my door open, okay, goodnight!”

Dr. Maheswaran springs to her feet, expression blown wide with frustration.

“Connie. Connie Varana Maheswaran, get back here this instant!”

Steven stops in his tracks right along with her like he, too, were sitting in the hot seat. The hairs at the back of his neck prickle with nauseating dread as his friend lets go of his hand and— despondent, gaze wholly fixed upon a segment of carpet that’s fraying at the joint right where it meets the hard wood floors of their entryway— steps forward to accept her fate. Her mother continues, tone softening with a weighty dose of parental concern.

“When you texted you’d be back in ‘a few minutes,’ your father and I expected that to mean five. Maybe ten, at most. Not almost thirty. Connie, we were worried sick that something happened to you out there. You have to keep us in the loop if you’re going to be out so late.”

Her father nods in agreement, still perched on the edge of the couch. He leans forward as he prepares to add his ten cents, clasping his hands together with his elbows perched atop his knees.

“If you want us to continue to loosen up your curfew like you’ve asked,” he says, “you’ll need to prove to us that you can be responsible.”

“And this?” Dr. Maheswaran throws her arms out. “Was not it.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Connie cries, gripping even tighter at the strap of her baldric as she makes her case. “I really, truly thought it was only gonna be a few minutes! But then Steven was trying to pack some stuff, and I completely lost track of the time, and I—”

Her mother serves him a sharp gesture, brows threading tight. “And why exactly is he here so late in the first place? You know we have a strict rule against boys sleeping over.”

Steven swallows, feeling for all the world like his flip-flops are glued to the floorboards amidst his deep embarrassment at this mess. Yep. There it is, just as she predicted earlier. Oh boy. He almost wonders what the odds are of him spontaneously developing some sort of super-boosted diamond invisibility power out of nowhere, because right now he craves nothing more than to phase through the walls and disappear from this whole confrontation entirely. Stupid, stupid, stupid… he should’ve never agreed to come here tonight in the first place.

Connie, however, doesn’t seem so easily deterred from their mission.

“Mom, please listen,” she says, tone soaked with desperation. “Some crazy Gem stuff happened the past few days and he says he really needs some time away from his home right now, so I thought that maybe we could—”

“Absolutely not.”

“But it’s not like he hasn’t spent the night before! Remember the last—”

“The last time was just an exception because we were snowed in.”

“Yeah, but- a snowstorm’s not the only reason someone might need a different place to stay!”

Dr. Maheswaran plants her hands upon her hips, voice raising in volume. “Young lady, I’ve already bent the rules enough for you tonight. When I say no, I mean no.”

Biting at the inside of his lip, Steven resolves to just see himself out. After everything he’s witnessed within his own family unit the past few days, he really, really doesn’t want to watch this argument unfold any longer than it has to. He reaches forward to tap at her shoulder, inhaling shakily through his nose.

“Uh, Connie, I—”

“Oh come on, please?” she outright begs, smashing her hands together as if in prayer. “Just one night, just one more exception to your rules for Steven’s sake, that’s all I’m asking. One!”

The two of them proceed stare at each other with iron cored intent, both scrying the other’s features for any exploitable weaknesses, both daring the other to bend to the other’s resolve. Steven clenches his jaw tight as he glances back and forth, watching this silent showdown unfold like it’s some sort of abstract, emotion-based tennis match.

And then— a true blessing— Connie’s father (who he’s starting to suspect is the natural balance to her mom’s strict rules) finally steps in.

“Honey,” he says while rising to his feet, voice as calm as the midnight tide. “Remember that night in San Carlos…”

At his side, Connie visibly cringes.

He has absolutely no idea what the significance of this ‘San Carlos’ place is to Dr. Maheswaran and the others, but the mere reminder of it seems to be enough to bring them all to a state of heavy pause. Her mother clenches her fist tight at her side, squeezing her eyes shut as she reflects upon all the (unknown) relevance of her husband’s timely comment.

Then, all that tension snapping like an over-stretched rubber band:

“Fine. Fine,” she relents, lifting a finger to rub at her temple. “But… not in your room. We’ll set up the couch instead. Now, go get in bed. I expect to see lights out in five, all right?”

A surge of palpable relief courses across his friend’s features.

“Yes, Mom. Goodnight. Love you.”

She steps forward for a quick hug and kiss, which her mother returns in kind.

“Love you too,” she hums, clutching her safe and close for just a beat longer than usual. “Even when you do drive me crazy sometimes…”

Connie moves on to embrace her dad, who presses an affectionate smooch to her forehead, before crossing over to him. She wraps her arms around him tight, nestling her chin against the crook of his neck as she— no longer weighed down by the intimidating burden of a thousand nebulous what-ifs— softly exhales all that pent-up stress and anxiety against his ear.

“Well,” she whispers, “it’s not exactly the sleepover we hoped for, but- you’ll be okay?”

“Yeah, your couch is real comfy!” he says, making his voice as chipper as he can muster despite his slight disappointment. Pulling away from her hug, he reaches up to adjust the slipping strap of his backpack on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll just be downstairs, and we can still have tons of fun tomorrow. Anyways… nighty night.”

A slight smile creeps its way upon her lips as she slings him her rhyming response. “Don’t let the robonoids bite?”

“You betcha!” he chirps, throwing up a pair of finger guns.

Connie giggles bright and clear before spinning on her heels and twaddling on up the stairs, pausing for the briefest of moments at the landing to glance back at him with a grin and a slight blush. He waves her off.

And then… as she disappears around the corner to get ready for bed… there were three.

Not super sure what the proper etiquette is when one enters a friend’s house totally unprompted and pressures their parents to adjust their rules on the fly, Steven flashes them a nervous, closed-mouth smile.

“So…” he begins, shuffling upon his feet.

But thankfully, he’s not forced to think of a continuation to this utterance, because Dr. Maheswaran sees fit to take the reins of conversation for him. She visibly deflates, pressing a hand to her temple as she vents air through her lips.

“I’m sorry you had to watch all that,” she apologizes, sliding her glance between him and her husband. “It’s just that… this isn’t something we normally allow. But I suppose, as with everything, that sometimes making the best decisions as a parent means growing with the times and adapting your own rules.”

Steven gives a wholehearted nod. “I understand. Thank you,” he says in earnest, “for letting me stay here tonight.”

“Anyways… I’ll go find some blankets for you,” she hums, and strides down the hall with renewed purpose.

The living room plunges into complete silence as she travels upstairs, leaving him alone with no one for momentary entertainment but Connie’s dad, who he admittedly hasn’t interacted with much on his own and thus isn’t sure how to make casual small-talk with yet.

Mr. Maheswaran clears his throat, noisily and awkwardly. “So… it’s been a rough couple of days for you, eh sport?”

Rapping his fingertips against the worn straps of his backpack, he rocks back and forth upon his heels. “Yeah, you could say that…”

~~~

Deep within the folds of his overstuffed bag, that amethyst geode he socked away earlier pulses with a quick burst of energy. It manifests in the form of a low level frequency too high for human ears to pick up on— just one chime, at first. Then two.

Three.

Four.

Steven, even with his Gem heightened senses, doesn’t pick up on it. Perhaps it’s because he’s deep asleep, or perhaps it’s because his body is too organic in build to properly intercept the signal. But either way, it doesn’t matter. The consequence is still the same.

This geode— unbeknownst to him or Amethyst an old rebellion tool intended to aid in luring unsuspecting Gems into traps with its irresistible song— continues chiming for hours and hours, its piercing melody calling out to the lonely night in perpetual harmony.

And far, far in the distance… hundreds of miles away… something lurking within the folds of the inky darkness calls back:

Mine.

[enden-k]

i think kvthm left an impact and will never truly leave the popular genshin ship sphere content creation considering how quickly it has risen and how "canonical" it is but i do feel bad and guilty seeing u and the other anons talk about sumeru and fontaine bc while sumeru has brought me so much joy and i dont think i'll ever stop thinking about it i am also super excited for what fontaine has in store, for the plot and the characters and all the new. i love lyney to death, i love neuvilette and navia and cloridine so so so much and fell for them as hard and fast as i loved tighnari and collei and alhaitham and cyno when sumeru first came out. none of the nations feel like "home" to me bc im easily attached to at least one character from each region and i go back to each one from time to time and each character from said region is deeply important to me. this is just my perspective from one of the people that "moved on" from sumeru: i will never stop loving sumeru and all the content that is related to it but i have space in my heart and my empty brain for all the fontaine cast as well (but now reading ur guys stuff i do feel guilty for that even tho it is just a stupid emotion)

theres nothing bad or to feel guilty about to enjoy new regions and characters. everyone is different and just bc i and others are rlly attached to smth and not able to let go yet doesnt mean everyone enjoying the new stuff should feel guilty for doing so

for example, the kamisato siblings are everythign to me and one of my fave characters overall in genshin. im attached to sumeru and its cast but it doesnt mean i dont like the other characters any less just bc theyre from inazuma or smth. i also have faves from some regions

dont feel guilty for being excited and ready for new regions and characters and story. for us its just this feeling of "this is moving too fast for me, im not ready yet" bc we just found this great comfort in sumeru and its cast. just because you are ready doesnt mean you should feel bad or that you cared any less about it. i dont know if i phrased it in proper english to make it understandable what i mean but yea

also btw idk how its for the others but just bc i feel attached to sumeru doesnt mean i dont have "any space in my brain or heart" for other stuff. i AM interested about whats to come. sumeru is jsut what feels the most to comfort and home to me. i wasnt talking bad or hating on fontaine or other stuff; im just not quite ready yet to dive into smth new all quickly bc of this attachment and comfort. sumeru was the first nation that legit made me cry several times- im not a very emotional person; this is how much it got to me

[surveillance-0011]

If ur still doing the HOL hcs can I get some for Krubis and Creature? Only if you want :>

Ofc ofc!! I’ve been meaning to post more Krubis he’s my favorite. Creature is here too but I'll admit i have my biases and this is mostly krubis 🫣 tee hee. warning for low grade body horror

Krubis:

Nonbinary. Predominantly he/him but fine with the occasional they or she. Butch Lesbian. To me. To me. Idk if anyone will see what I see here but this is all I see.

Helmet can come off. I'm assuming the drill and energy/jet pack can come off for the sake of maintenance and whatnot but it's a hassle and his hand is legit gone

I mean he's got other helmets in his office?? but meanwhile he's apparently worn the same sort of stuff for like 20 years (painting/photo in the mansion) and i feel like most of the dialogue points to it not being removable but Im. not sure if im convinced there. It also acts like he doesn't have a spare hand so. idk.im sure he could take off the drill and engine pack in case repairs r necessary. but ig he just doesn't for one reason or another

probably bc he's stupid and stubborn and holding out for a chance to tear someone apart. too bad he's only really tearing apart his own work

That and i'm sure atp it's all low grade cyborg stuff. The green bit the drill attaches to is embedded in his arm and i'm sure there's ports and plates n wires all up somewhere in him where everything attaches.

In and out of sobriety. He's. Not really sober atp but he was trying and I'm sure he still said so that he wouldn't get dragged back into full throttle addiction and so garm wouldn't get on his case abt stuff. too bad most people can see right through his lie.

Smokes too. Smells like space weed, dead furgle, dirt and sweat most of the time. Doesn't really drink though.

Got sober after a while of dating his wife, really got serious abt it after marriage + once his workload increased. Fell back into old habits once. yknow. all that. And he fell hard. Beforehand it got bad sometimes but after everything it was less of a bad habit and basically the only way he'd even feel close to alright.

Total cheapskate, lifelong haggler. If he can’t steal it or get it for free/cheap he won’t buy it. Also a bit of a hoarder, takes all sorts of freebees and scrounges up scrap material n junk that he thinks he'll get around to using for something later

Spiteful lil bastard. Feels entitled to much more than he’s got generally but is especially pissy about his space on the ladder rung. Envious of most others. Will never NOT complain about something.

Not conniving enough to work out some brilliant plan of sabotage but he's certainly a bully who has knocked others down a peg and screwed up what he can to get what he wants.

Weak in comparison to the other officers, and generally out of shape/rusty, but he’s still relatively strong and can hold his own. Definitely stronger and more durable than humans and other common alien species, even if it’s not by much. A bit sickly from piss poor sleep and eating habits.

Minimal combat training but he fought a lot in his youth and isn’t totally helpless. Certainly not happy with how the others seem to ignore all this and regard him as the weakest link. Even if it may or may not be true.

Violence is not the answer it's a question and if you're dealing with someone who has nothing to give you the answer is of fucking course. cleans moplet guts off his drills, shoes and Gus daily.

Not the brightest, certainly not as "brilliant" as some of the others but he wasn't born yesterday either. Street smart and he knows his way around.

Workaholic but work ethic leaves somethings to be desired. Certainly has spent hours just staring at his computer wishing he was anywhere else. Or bitching over the loudspeaker/hologram messages. Not to mention that he digs in to the harvest a bit too often.

Also not very organized. Not a total slob but everything is "organized chaos" that is just teetering on that edge of even being considered organized

No free time these days but his "hobbies" mostly consist of debauchery and causing mayhem. He is rather handy tho, enough to fix himself up decently. Does not go to mechanic or doctor like ever until he's totally sure he can't do shit abt it. should really take better care of himself either way.

He knows he has a problem. He knows he has many problems. He just lacks any drive to try and fix anything. Like he's legit given up.

Sticks with the cartel bc it's all he really knows and he's holding out what little hope he's got. That and generally has that mindset that you stick with whoever's looked out for you and though what happened with Giblets and Garm's incompetence have tested that loyalty it's still been such a huge factor of his life

And he's mostly cool with Nipulon even if he's said some choice words about Garm around him. Really Krubis has some respect and admiration but doesn't get why he still answers to Garm. Hell he wishes Nipulon was in charge of all this instead!

Distant from the other officers but has a shaky...friendship ...ish? with Douglas and the Skrendels. He's very very jealous of both these parties getting what they get despite their incompetence while he works his ass off in his eyes and neither Douglas nor the Skrendels appreciate this mindset... but they do look out for each other kind of.

Closer with Douglas. As ive said before it's very weird and on and off but he just can't stay mad at Douglas bc he looks at him and sees his younger self. So if anything he's worried and would like to try and tell Douglas to wisen up before it's too late. I think they mostly mention each other in their dialogue bc it's wild that a g3 officer was killed and word spread like wildfire and YOURE HOLDING THEIR GUN TO SHOOT EM WITH more so than them necessarily being close but no one else seems to really care in this regard so i will say it's not like they're *not* friends or whatever. May or may not know what he looks like out of his suit. i'm between Krubis legit not knowing or keeping the half-open secret for douglas's sake.

As for the Skrendels. They want him to lighten up and Krubis wants these dumb fucks off his lawn and for Garm to explain why the hell these meatheads get so much of Zephyr. Eternal jersey-new york rivalry. But they're all from rougher walks of life and on the occasion that Krubis isn't stewing as deep as he usually does in his bitter envy for everyone else they can kind of chill together

I feel like of the three Angela is a little less confrontational or generally chill so he actually gets along with Krubis the best outta the three. Jonathan is charismatic but very brash and generally obnoxious and meanwhile Mona is pretty serious and the least social of the three. Jonathan is generally cool with Krubis even if he thinks he's totally cranky but Krubis finds him overwhelming and the two both get fired up easily so it's not the best mix. And Mona doesn't really like him. Mona does not like a lot of people.

His relationship with his wife was faltering before Giblets slept w/ her because of increasing disagreements. She found Krubis to be pretty headstrong even when he didn’t really know wtf he was talking about. In general things sort of just stagnated with Krubs workin all the time,, no communication nothing new,, etc etc.

But!! They were pretty happily married for some time, at least like 5-10 years. Sickening sweethearts at one point.

He was pretty pissed about the cheating and divorce (and probably said some things to her that he shouldn't have) but he was much, much more hurt by her death. In his eyes Giblets practically stole her away just to kill her and didn't care about who he hurt.

He was totally planning to kill the guy btw. Or at least ruin his life right back. Never got around to it. Bc paperwork

I don't know if he'd ever truly *like* Giblets but once upon a time he was willing to give the guy the benefit of a doubt and was even able to muster up some kindness. Certainly saw he was smart and figured maybe he'd just gotten a bad rap. Never Fucking Mind!!!

He's angry with her too, a little. But most of all he's angry with himself. For never being there. For not fighting harder to win her back. For letting her die like that. Everything that went down made him much angrier than he was beforehand (even tho he was always sorta like this).

Garm's patience was wearing thin. I'd say the feeling was mutual but I think Krubis was a lot more fed up. She... atp does she even respect him? Used to. Fears him either way.

Also Fucking Scared of Gurgula. No trust there.

Wears work + utility clothes, function over form all the time. Has a lot of promo/event sort of merch from whatever goes on at Dularmoland and the like that he wears for sleep or around the house.

Never ditches the shades. Sensitive eyes and doesn't want people to read him too easily. His eyes r pink btw. They should be pink. Not enough people in this game have fun eye colors.

very prone to freaking the fuck out. guilty of adult temper tantrums and being petty +immature abt stuff.

I do think he helps around Dularmoland. Def behind the scenes but checks in a lot when he can and has totally shown up and lent a hand. he IS friends with Ranchy just keeping some distance bc he's busy and trying not to fall further into addiction bc he knows Ranchy Is Not Okay.

Very very very loyal to the few he's close to. G3 kind of sort of counts.

Pretty good cook, for someone basically stuck making survival/depression meals 24/7

Actually kind of a total fucking dork. They've got a bit of an awkward goofy side to em. Moreso just awkward as of late they have not really had any fun with anything for quite some time but they are not immune to mischief and The Silliness. Kind of hard to avoid as a living Drill Man reference. Embarrassed and in denial that theyre kind of cringe fail.

Actually didn't mind Gus and while Gus totally hated them, they weren't too cruel to him. Besides using him to kill moplets and trying to convince him that everything they were doing was morally fine if not correct. Which is actually very cruel but. They were very affable towards him if you get what im sayin.

Kind of found the Gatlians cute and interesting in general. Not enough to be against what happened to them though.

I do think if he stepped back and saw the extent of damage that the G3 has done he would feel guilt but in the end he'd rather keep his head down and keep going along with things.

Creature (yes finally Krubis talk is over)

He/him but it's whatever. greyroace pan.

Gender wise. idk idk if he was born with that uterus or the Skrendels put that there but either way. Male.

Tries his damndest to be positive. It's not too hard bc he's been numbed to a lot of the pain but it still veers into toxic positivity ish sort of thinking.

Gets very upset when others are upset and gets VERY ANXIOUS when others are angry especially. Generally very emotionally empathetic but after all that time in a lab where anger usually lead to him being used more like a punching bag/gineua pig by the Skrendels that gut reaction isn't gonna go away

also just. doesn't like sitting with all these emotions

At least he usually goes the route of trying to see what he can do for people instead of totally shutting it all down but still not a healthy way to think

A little clingy but generally well meaning and tries his best to be kind and morally decent

he just wants some stability after all this time, man. he doesn't want his whole life pulled out from under him again.

Big catastrophizer. But also very it is what it is. shaking with fear on verge of tears hyperventilating saying fuck it we ball.

Lowkey v v numb but what he does feel is very overwhelming

cheese fan big on cheese i think i shall make some nachos for him

Doesn't like medical stuff at all. Still wants to watch Grey's anatomy

I think tv dramas catch his attention in general.

Knows the most abt Gurgula of the Gatliens though that's still not much besides witnessing the experiments he got up to and what little he's overheard.

Could totally tell you everything abt the Skrendels though

very much a tim robinson character. prone to shenanigans

ig we shall learn more in the comics but im betting the lost love bit is probably abt him in the blurb.

Also guessing maybe he was a part of the resistance or the strike force but was captured and mutilated beyond recognition

not sure how likely this is but i would not be surprised if this lost love turns out to be harper or something and they take one look at each other and say "yeah nah whatever this is is fine for now". though it's just as likely it's someone totally new.

i think maybe his OG appearance looked more aquatic? with fins and the like ? maybe he even had the tiny lil hands gus has

in a human au his head would be shaved to like a scrappy buzzcut in the labs and it would grow out over time. roots would show his hair is actually brown but it was bleached then, either before capture or by the skrendels for one reason or another

Of the group he's on the best terms with Kenny. Gets along with all of them though Gus and Sweezy wish he knew why they were (and still kind of are) mad at Kenny.

Also got some bonding time in with Lezduit before he went off with BH's parents. They take solace in the shared experiences of being lab rats to horrible people.

The other Gatlians have tried to fill creature in on what life on Gatlus was like. He was sad that he had forgotten everything and he felt bad abt not really having that same connection.

Bounty Hunter told him about Pikmin and he is enamored with it.

[strangevenom]

hi!! for the prompt blurbs.. kisses in the rain + desperate kisses combined f/o is jimmy mcgill/saul goodman from better call saul/breaking bad - he's kind of a dick, cuts corners and takes shortcuts rather than working for things he wants, criminal lawyer who tried to be legit and help people before deciding to just do it for the money. kinda closed off and wary of close relationships but gets attached real easy (abandonment issues) s/i is lucian donne (or mcgill, depending on when in our relationship it is), psychologist, friends with jimmy since college (so like, at least 15 years) and has had a massive crush on him for their entire friendship. nervous, sensitive, takes things to heart too much and has major abandonment issues relationship is basically Slow Burn Premium, jimmy didn't realize he Could like guys until he was told point blank that everyone can see it except for him and lucian. years of mutual pining except neither of them knew it was mutual. we tease and make fun of each other all the time, our love language is pretty much just bullying but we'd also die for each other if needed. like we call each other names and then cuddle on the couch all night because we're In Love

@tothemoon-ships

thank you for your patience! hope u enjoy! @tothemoon-ships

someday i'll get around to watching bb and bcs, i need to since im FROM new mexico

It rarely rains in New Mexico, just during the summertime months, and only for brief periods, where rain torrents painfully from the sky and subsides within only about a half an hour. You and Jimmy have been walking outside for about ten minutes as rain crashes down. The exhaustion has crawled into the lines of Jimmy’s face now that there’s time to hold still. Despite his frequent cutting of corners and dodging through legal red tape, his work takes a toll on him. He sits down on the cement doorstep next to you, avoiding the rain but embracing the smell of the desert in the rain. 

Jimmy never knew that he was allowed to like men. It really never had actually clicked that he did, he’d just always had you and he’d known the way he felt about you but it had taken a long time for him to clock that the butterflies in his stomach were more than just frequent bouts of indigestion. Perhaps an inhumanly long time but it is what it is; it’s all good, man, after all. Jimmy turns his head to look at you, his eyes soft and blue as the Albuquerque sky. 

You’d expected your first kiss to be softer or with some kind of build up. When you’d imagined it, lying in your bed late at night, you hadn’t been quite sure how to imagine it—always soft, but sometimes a lean in, you hate to admit it but the stupid “boy lean” appeals to you, or maybe it would be in a familiar place. Instead, it’s on the sidewalk, his hair plastering to your cheeks as the rain continues. His hands grip your cheeks and pull you in so closely that the only thing you know is him. His smell, his taste, the warmth of his upper lip, the press of his nose against your cheek. 

The kiss catches you entirely off guard, but you grip his shoulders to ground yourself. When he breaks away, it is just as the rain stops, with the sun shining through the clouds. Jimmy bumps his forehead against yours. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t really need to.

[lizavet]

hmmmm.... well now i'm curious what these things say about me, plus i wanna know what my mutuals think. soooooooooo

1) almost all! played Rescue Team and Explorers of Sky as a kid, and got to play Gates to Infinity and Super once i got back into the fandom as an adult. unfortunately, i dont have a switch or any way to play the Rescue Team remakes. one day...

2) this is legit hard for me to answer. Sky has a special place in my heart both because of my childhood playing it and cuz of how much i love the story. but at the same time, Super is bursting with love for the series and has the best gameplay. so uh.... my answer is yes?

3) ok, this one i have to give to Super. the partner in Super is so freaking silly and full of joy, i adore them so much. i instantly got attached to them after the first scene with them in the market. they are a stupid gremlin creature and i love them.

4) for hero, i always give them a human name, but try to also have it slightly relate to what they turn into (examples: Amber the Eevee for Explorers, Poppy the Treeko for Super), while partner gets a name that relates entierly to what pokemon they are (like Tuft the Fennkien).

5) while i love the starter mons, i think one of the best parts of Explorers was the cast of pokemon you could choose to play as. Eevee, Vulpix, Shinx, Cubone, Munchlax, etc. They were so much more interesting.

So to fully answer the question, pokemon i'd love to play as/with include Minccino, Mawile (Probs the most unlikely since it can't evolve), Pawmi, Wooloo, and Zorua.

6) i like to think Gengar sees this as a second chance... eventually. he'd probably try to keep his distance at first, but Gardevoir was his partner. so i see the two becoming friends again, with Gengar eventually telling her what really happened and begging her for forgiveness. maybe i should write that one day... when i dont have as many projects that i'm already struggling to write.

7) hi there, i'm Elizabeth-Noelle, pmd lover and full time FutureTrio shipper. they are gay for each other your honour.

8) not an artist im afraid, but my favourite styles of Grovyle are those that have him with grey-ish skin and plenty of scars from living in a hostile future with no sunlight, and Dusknoir being a goliath that can easily hold and carry everyone important to him.

9) im always a sucker for hero/partner, but other ships include FutureTrio (as i said before) and Wigglytuff/Chatot (the old married couple that constantly bickers).

10) i absolutely adore Nuzleaf. i was unfortunately spoiled on the twist, but i can say for certain that it would have caught me off guard if i hadn't known. despite that, i think he's fantastic. maybe his relationship with hero was built on lies, but i love Dadleaf fics so much. seeing him as a repentant father figure to this broken kid that sacrificed so much to save the world, it warms my heart so much.

small list of pmd things that can actually tell you SO much about pmd fans.

have you played all of the games?

favorite one of the game youve played?

fav partner character?

what did you name your hero and partner characters? and why?

whats a pokemon you would like to be able to play as or with?

how do you interpret gengar and gardvoirs relationship post game?

how do you interpret the future trios relationships to each other?

if youre an artist, how do you draw grovyle? same for dusknoir too. and why?

what do you ship in the games? just like. in general.

opinion on nuzleafs character? also were you surprised by that twist?

[song-tam]

i made several notes during this time, enjoy:

[when neil goes into the bathroom pukes about signing onto the team and apologizes to his dead mom] "oh. fuck me i am emotionally attached now ig"

[on description of neil's last moments w his mom] "OH. OKAY" (pikachu face at the angst)

[kevin freaks out & andrew talks him down the first time] "INCH RESTING" (what the fuck what the fuck what the fu)

[the??????? taking out contacts scene??????] "ah i am sensing a hint of romantic tension"

"me when some dude who is in his fifties calls me a fucking idiot and tells me to call people next time and stop trying to do everything alone even though it is a knee jerk instinct. also what the fuck (in tears)"

[upon neil speaking in german to andrew for the first time] "LMAO" [upon The Conversation and the "Whatever this look was, it was dark and intense enough to swallow Neil whole."] "LMAO WHAT THE FUCK"

no notes but highlighted these two lines wordlessly: "Are you stupid?" Seth asked. / "Yeah," Neil said.

[on random moment where aaron and nicky are fighting or something and then they all go dude shut the fuck up and then seth just, CALLS NICKY A FAGGOT AND LEAVES?] "i am fucjing crying"

[THE FUCKING?????????????? CLOCKING BETSY AS OCD HCJWHCJFHFJDHKFNDNDJFLSHCMWNFKBXMAJDKAJFBSKJDKSJFJ??????????????] i dont have any commentary this is what i did though i laughed so hard i knocked my yarn off my bed

"ok what the hell kind of a loser team is this why are they not playing on CRAPPY TARMAC why the fuck do they have a HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLAR COURT"

my guy slighting renee like ten times "oooh the cross necklace and smiles ooh she must be innocent and not know what gang violence is or have any otherwise tragic backstory whatsoever because she is christian and has a positive disposition" staring directly at my entire family

im gonna go through and repsond to these in order hold on

OKAY YEAH emotional attachment to neil josten is unavoidable. theres just something about him. like you cant not be obsessed w this man its impossible

REAL AND TRUE oh god theyre sooooooo complicated i love

kevin and andrew. have real tension going on ill be real. like whats happening there??? insane

romantic tension. does it ever go past that. well youll see wont you

OH MY GOD THAT SCENE!!!!!!!!! wymack is SUCH a dad and i am sososoososo obsessed with him hes their coach hes their father figure he gives a shit abt them im soo not normal

god yeah no theyre so. like whats happening there miss nora. what were you thinking. why is he a wattpad bad boy

seth and neil. theyre. interesting

SETH BEING A HOMOPHOBE WAS THE MOST IRRELEVANT SHIT EVER LIKE WHY WAS THAT EVEN NECESSARY ITS BARELY ADDRESSED i cant

BETSY !!!!!!!!!! but yeah the whole neil & betsy dynamic is an intersting one i wish i could say it gets better and it. slightly does but only slightly

did i mention i love tfc. anyway

NO LEGIT like renee is so terrifying shes like a silent killer i would not trust her at all in a game of mafia also i think the foxes should play mafia together that would be fun

ANYWAY!!!! glad youre enjoying the next two are even more of a doozy so thatll be fun <3

[oflgtfol]

honestly i wish i could live in wizard101

[mrfoox]

Uh idk if I'm dreaming tbh

[bubblesthetherapyfish]

okay actual thoughts

i really hate being negative about things like this cause i always wanna appreciate the stuff that i did like but it was just so so so weird all the way to the end, it felt like the conclusion to an entirely different story and the entire time im just like

like why did we get so much time with the other 12 and then barely anything with llymlaen and thaliak like, even though they're not really patrons i have any personal attachment to i was so excited to see them and then it's just one (1) short conversation and a fight and they're gone

why was the final boss so underwhelming nald'thal and menphina were so hype and i still love those fights after all this time nald'thal's mid-fight cutscene and menphina summoning dalamud were amazing but here it's just *throws old mechanic at you* *throws old mechanic at you* *throws old mechanic at you* okay we're done

like i get maybe doing something like all the 12 teaming up and tagging in and out would be hard but it's just yeah yeah the primals combining and using their signature moves one after the other we've all seen that

FUCKING STUPID TRASH PACK DESIGN THAT WAS THE ONE AWFUL THING ABOUT EUPHROSYNE AND THEY BROUGHT IT BACK FOR SOME REASON

but on that note i think the other 3 fights were good llymlaen was really fun and scary and it was cool when oschon broke the entire arena because he felt like it. i dedicate my no death first try run of thaliak to my favorite high school math teacher construct 7

the final quest is so short like it's nice to hear what the 12 were like before but it's just heehee okay now byeeeeeeee

for a questline that is supposed to explain the 12 better i just feel even more confused about them??

i appreciate that oschon stays but it doesn't feel like the 12 had the right to leave, you can't just build up a super secret reason for them to be fighting us only for it just be the same reason hydaelyn fought us but instead with barely any build up and justification for them to leave like that in the first place

why does everything have to be because of allagans or ancients every single goddamn time

a lot of dialogue felt super vague and just like, i don't know what you mean by that. what the fuck does that mean. and then we just move on. i am confused

what was the point of the 12 existing??? i could've legit missed this but i don't get what their purpose was and why they have to leave even though they explained it like this literally could be a me thing but it doesn't make any sense to me

like i don't think it would've been better if the 12 stuck around necessarily, i just think if they really had to leave then it should've been in a way that makes me think "aww that sucks but i guess this is the best way" but im just like now hold on now wait just a second where the FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING

like okay to help the world it's. fine the world is fine we already saved it and it'll heal over time you don't have to throw yourselves into the lifestream to join mom it's fine!!!!!!

it feels like rushed and all those really cool concepts brought up originally are just gone now and idk how to feel now

why did they fucking give thaliak pants

6.5 raid thoughts

why the fuck would you do that

[svweetbro]

god damn

[uwooyoungs]

how 2 fix damaged dorms: a tutorial by me

[yeter-writes]

I say: Can't wait for Kanda and Allen to talk/interact after the flashback.

__

To me Kanda is a logical (possibly autistic) person (not JUST a nine year old in a super hot body guys) and his reasoning about Allen (from the beginning) is like:

There is something wrong with him. People (specifically Kanda who barely thinks of himself as a human but Allen doesn’t know that) are cruel to him and he's still nice. He's just going to die. And he's only a kid, he shouldn't be here. So he will die in no time. So Kanda was not going to make a (very difficult) effort to be nice to him if he was just going to die soon (it would only hurt bc Kanda gets attached easily or at least strongly)

real reason for being an asshole: i already tried to kill him so i don't see how he would ever like me, then he even saw me get smacked in the head by a clipboard and didn't even bat an eye (didn’t make fun of him); he's either stupid or too terrified and also there was no real retaliation so he's unfit to be here (ergo he's gonna die); later when Allen gives him a hand he might have also thought that he was condescending but that would be quickly corrected)-->for all those reasons im gonna be cold and logical about this (and then allen constantly pisses him off for real by constantly making no sense because why does someone as fragile as him act almost like he wants to die but instead has enough grit to push through everything; kanda also feels very stupid about being wrong about him and admitting to something like that would be incredibly out of character so kanda does nothing but might very possibly think about him more than he would want, at lest in the context of trying to figure him out).

one thing leads to another, kanda feels both guilty and grateful yada yada (there is the thank you) and then he decides to change things and put in real effort (Tiedoll confirmed this, at least I interpreted it that way) + Allen is in trouble anyway and he wouldn't just ditch him after Allen got in trouble precisely for helping him (amongst other things).

The resolve to be nice(r) goes to shit because Allen is running away like they're trying to kill him and Kanda can't even REALLY blame him (he's self-aware of how he snaps but many things make him uncomfortable/angry/whatever so much that he can't help it - though i don't discard that sometimes he might fake it) but it still pisses him off. he puts in legit efforts but Allen is fucking hard to find and Kanda gets drunk and all that fun stuff (he still checks clues even while drunk, or at least tries to).

He and Johnny finally get Allen as Kanda is already SO FUCKING ANNOYED and Allen is wearing some stupid fucking make up like this is all a joke (so he grabs some rag and rubs his face because it both has to go and also making Allen regret his actions even in this way - by making his face sting - is very satisfying and yes very immature but Kanda gives zero shit about that because it's his trademark by now and Allen would more than know about that).

And then Kanda tries (tells him about timcanpy while genuinely being respectful and also goes after him when Allen tries to dash). Then he promptly makes him shut up and makes himself vulnerable by revealing how much he’s been thinking about him to be able to just concisely tell him why he thinks Allen is being stupid).

(The thing that Allen saw his memories is just a fact that probably makes Kanda uncomfortable. He didn't expect Allen to ever address it because Allen is extremely good at keeping a respectful emotional distance if nothing else. That's why Kanda was so surprised when he spoke about it.)

(Guys, even Kanda's reaction to Allen running around the tree? I don't mean that all he had was a guess this silly but even the fact that his reaction to a weird situation is making a guess that makes sense enough to satisfy him is like aaaa)

(His reaction to Alma's death? The first knee-jerk reaction was to get pissed off that something he was told was wrong and led him to make wrong assumptions.)

(Hair gets in the way - oh, a weird plushie-road-thing i don't even remember with a thing, great im gonna steal it)

(Also that finder scene was for an ouch factor to make people do something about an important problem)

Anyway now Allen is talking about himself (and Kanda is probably kind of dying to know at this point; it doesn't necessarily have to be because of feelings, he just wants Allen to make sense because it will make it easier to be nice to him which he wants to be) and Kanda might become a completely different person to be honest. Or at least the change in him should surprise Allen a fuckton imo.

[officiallyisagibrainrotted]

••••Love letters and blood×××

Request: that yandere imagine was amazing! can i request yandere reader with isagi? I hope you and anon who originally requested dont have a issue with me asking for a same concept with a nother character👉👈.

I for one don't mind,not sure bout the other anon tho. Probably wont mind. Im not sure how similar you wanted the story be,but I didn't make it to similar.

I changed the locking him in the attic part into something totally different idk I couldn't make the stories the same it didn't work out in my head.

⚠️Warning ⚠️:Stalking,toxic relationship,yandere reader, mentions of being kidnapped(if u squint), mention reader mercing someone,rushed, I changed the title, I left out so much detail cause I felt like it would be dragging on,Isagi being legit dumb,reader calling him a stupid boy,spelling and grammar errors.

G:💣💣[toxic]

Theres nothing wrong with be attached to your lover.Theres nothing wrong with having their location on your phone,Your just taking processions.There's nothing wrong with eliminating thoes you think will take them away hurt them,you should always protect your man. There's nothing wrong with wanting to know who he's texting,you can't trust these hoes. There's nothing wrong with wanting to keep your lover safe even if it mean to lock him in atic.

He feels them,a set of eyes watching his every move.He feels them all around. Wherever he is he knows he being watched but he doesn't know where.

When hes out for a jog,it's peaceful and relaxing at first. But about 15 minutes into his jog the unsettling feeling kicks in. He stops and looks around to see nothing.He shook his head and continued his run.

You stuck your head out from the tree you were hiding behind,with a blush across your face.

'He almost saw me!'. You squealed to yourself.' But I can't loose him!'.

You jumped from your hiding spot and proceeded to follow him.

This little chase is something you do on the daily

You know everything about him,Thanks you your trusty phone schedule you know what time he goes to sleep,what time he wakes up,the time he eats how long it takes for him to get ready,who he talk to,what he likes and dislikes,his classes,his address,his phone number,what he dose over the weekend,his daily activity,how long he spends talking to specific people that includes his parents,which train he takes to and from school. Etc.......

'As for today since it's a Saturday morning,he's on his morning jog. Which would last around 30 minute before he stops at a near by park to do some exercise,Right,about now,'. You thought to yourself at the right moment when he stops running and places his leg on a nearby bench to stretch.

He stops when he feels the uncomfortable presence again.He once again scan the area. But he saw nothing as usual.'Just being paranoid',He thinks. But it feels so real, something is off.

He pushes his thoughts away and continues to complete his exercise.

Fully unaware of you hiding behind a nearby building.

Red eyes filled with nothing but lust and happiness.

Unaware of the fact you know his every detail.

Unaware of the things you've written about him.

So very unaware of the fact of how his oh so perfect life he thought he was living was now all in your hands-your hands of love and protection.

A satisfied sigh leaves his lips as he finally finished his final stretch.

You look at your phone to see that he should be heading home for breakfast,his mom made him dumpling since they ran out of pancakes yesterday morning.

You of course watched him till he made it him home, you made sure that he locked his doors and windows you made sure the key that was under the mat was still in place.

You made sure he ate all his dumplings,you made sure he didn't over work himself during soccer.

The list goes on.

Sunday Morning,Your love has a football game today:

After he bid his parents goodbye after they bid him good luck to his game,He steps out to the front porch,only to notice a pink envelope with hearts on it laying on the floor.

He picks its up and exams it before opening it up,once he did all it said was-all was in pink as well,'Good luck at your game Isagi-kun♡'.

'Who would it be?'. He thought. He was never very popular with the girls at school. So hes guessing he has a secret admire. But the note low key freaked him out.

Most of his friends are guys and they've been to his house before,Are they playing a prank on him,probably,it has to be,cause no one else knew his address.

He dosnt dwell on it to much,since he should be heading to his practice games soon.

Once he made it to his destination he went to the locker room to get ready,his teammates were there already and he decided it was a good time to ask them about this pink envelope he thought they left at his door.

To which they all declined,but co congratulated him for having a secret admirer.

if it isnt his friends but n actual secret admirer-hes always wanted one!. It's not like he was desperate for love but it would be nice to have someone.

Himself and his team began to practice on the field waiting for their Rivals to get here.

As he is practicing he feels the unsettling presence again. Hes trying to be focused on his practice but he can't when he feels eyes literally burning holes into his head.

........

After the much which they won, Thanks to Isagi of course, he and his teammates headed to a near by restaurant to celebrate their victory.

Isagi on the other hand may have been the star player but he couldn't celebrate and be paranoid at the same time.

He decided to head home saying he was tired,but honestly he just wanted to go the only place he can actually feel safe.

When he finally reached home, he stops in his tracks, from where he stood he could see a pink envelope. He picks it up and looks around before opening it.

'Congratulations on your victory my love!, I saw when you made the final point!, I was in the crowd cheering you on, but I new you'd win, my love♡!'.

A small smile creep on his face, a small part of him though felt a little off by the wording. But he pushed that aside as he thinks about the note you left him. And he forgot all about the unsettling feeling that he was having through out the day. How could he not get distracted when he knows that there is a girl out there who finds him attractive.

Monday at school before anyone else,at your loves locker with a letter at hand.

You slipped the letter in his locker with a wide grin.

The bell did it's little jingle and that was you qu to leave .

You didn't have to leave just yet, Isagi is gonna be late , since he stayed up all till 3:00 am playing a game.

Were you tired?, No, Your used to watching him for long periods of time weather if he's awake or not.

He dose the cutest faces when he's trying to focus on a game,His face turns into the cutest little pout when he fails an online assessment.

But the cutest faces are when he's fully asleep,When he tends to dream about winning the world cup, or when he meets his super hero Noel Noa .

Oh how you envy that Noel Noa, being able to make isagi feel that way . How he's able to cause Isagi to make the cutest facial expressions. You wanted to do that!, You wanted to be the one he dreams about!.

You started to get curious since he's not here yet, just how late was he planning to be?.

You pulled out your phone and his location immediately pops up,He was about 5 minutes away, according to the pined location.

You slipped your phone into your bag when a classmate walk by you. You didn't want them to see what you were doing...

You had to keep your reputation up, as the schools good girl who wouldn't hurt a fly.

you had a few friends, and were on good terms with the teachers.

Anyways .

You look back at your device to see that your loves location icon was right on top of yours meaning he was here!.

You squealed to yourself happily.

'His class is the one directly above mine, which is mathematics and he sits at the seat thats on the middle row, 3rd chair and has no close friends in that class, He sits between a girl and a guy.

His current grade in the class is a c, but that will drop since he has a test today, that he didn't study for and forgot since he was playing his game all night.

The test is mainly filed with (whatever topic) And hes not good at that,it always gets him frustrated when he's at home and can sometimes make him spend long hours at his desk.

............

He flunked the test like you predicted, he heads to his locker and opens it up after he turnd the code. Only for a pink envelope to fall out. He picks it up and that smile once again appeared and he forgot all about his grade.

He opens it up and it red: Good Morning my love, I hope you made it to school on time.I hope you do good on your test today!.'

He blushes and reads over the lines a few times,So his admirer goes to the same school as he does! .

Even he though got a failing grade on his test, that fact that you go to the same school as him feel thrilled.

You watch him from the conner of the lockers,he looked so happy,And it's cause of you he was happy!.Your cheeks turn red and eyes glowed with red with lust,That cute smile made your love and possession for Isagi grow, you wanted that smile to be only for you.No one else deserves to see him smile.......

So in the process of about 2 months Isagi was sure he was caught in a love spell. Every now and then he'd get sweet messages like these form you.

It was one of the things, besides football that makes his want to get into of bed.

Your daily love letters were the center of his day, when something negative comes up he knows that there'll be a pink lovely letter waiting for his either at his doorstep or locker .

A lovely letter that was filled with nothing but sweet words of encouragement.

After he and his teammates lost a match that wasn't his fault, he doesn't search for comfort form his mother or words of encouragement form his coach.When he loses a match he doesn't put as much effort into it anymore, your words were enough for him.

Or when he actually costs the team the win and is surrounded by angry teammates, and an annoyed coach, who scolded him after everyone left in the boys locker room.

When he went to gym locker a pink note was the first thing he noticed,he grins before opening it.

'Im sorry you lost the match my love,and I heard what the coach said to you in the locker room. He's interfering with your love of football,he just doesn't understand how you play. Either do your teammates. But I do Isagi my love!,I understand how you play, so it's not your fault,it's the coach fault. Listen my love.you wanna play football the way you want to but the coach doesn't understand that. But I do!.

Not when he fails a test, is teacher to lecture him about his future, after school when all the kids should be gone by then.

He then makes his way towards his locker, only for a pink envelope to slip out. He giggle to himself and opens it.

'I overheard what your teacher said and, it's all her fault,not yours!'.

When his parents scold him for failing his classes, he'd find a letter at his window. Asking if he's alright or saying how unfair his parents are to him.

Oh boy, but when his mother found all the pink envelopes kept safe in a small cabinet.

She unlike her son noticed how, uh, what's the word, creepy and sinister they actually were.

But when she asked him about it he lashed out on her completely, Saying why the hell are you in his room.

This is the first time he's ever talk to his mom like this.

He took the letters from her hand and immediately went to his room.

Where on his bed a pink envelope was perfectly placed on the middle.

He smiled and instenly opens it up.

'My love, I heard your argument with your mom, she shouldn't have invaded your privacy!-our privacy she ruined something special, she just doesn't understand our love!. She wants to get in the way of it!, She doesn't want us to be together Isagi-kun!. She wants to tear us apart, We can't have that my love, Our love will be far better if we just got made her understand,That nothing is going to get in the way of our love, NOTHING.

He didnt understand the importance of your words.He was to blinded by the love put into it.

But one thing your love couldnt solve was the unsettling feeling that he was being watched,I guess I should have mentioned this before. The stalking wasn't getting any better, he for sure knows he's being watched. He wanted to tell someone but he has no proof.

It only got creepier as weeks went by, at first it would only come when he's alone. But now it's ever second of every day. It so insufficating.

He was positive he's being watched,But it more often started to come when he's asleep as well.

His back is turned to the window but he feels them,he's to scared to turn around,he clenched his blanket tightly as buckets of sweat wets his pillow.

He finally gets the guts to turn around, and there they were, hiding behind a tree right outside his window.

Staring dead at him, red eyes glowing and a sadistic blush went along with it .

He couldn't make out the figure, it had on a large hoodie. He turned back around very slowly,

'Maybe it's a dream, no a nightmare, maybe of I wait a few seconds the'll be gone , it's just a nightmare'. He told himself.

He waits a few seconds before look back at the window.

His heart sank to his chest when he see a face pressed up against the window,red lustful eyes looking dead at him,gloved hands pressed against the glass as a sadistic smile plant on her cheeks.

He gulps,when the sadistic smile grew when she realized that he was watching her as well,She waves at him as well when she realized, signaling that she sees him.

He slaps his hands over his mouth,to keep himself from screaming.

You noticed and placed a finger over your lips, before gently kissing the window.

''Goodnight,sleep tight,I hope you have sweet dreams tonight~''.

'Just go away,how can I have sweet dreams when someone's lurking outside my window.

He waits up all night,he couldn't go to sleep,not after that!.

But his body wasn't taking no for answer,it was tired so without realizing he falls asleep.

When morning came

"Maybe it was all a dream". He says to himself. A small sense of relief came to his mind.

But he still had to make sure,but he was sure it's was all a terrible dream.

He makes his way outside to where his window is,he looks at the ground where foot prints were left form the night before.

His blood ran cold

"So it's wasn't a dream". Somebody was actually watching him last night.

He usually hates going to school but this time was different. He honestly wants to blend in with a lot of people.

The walk to school was not as pleasant as they would use to be,he has to constantly look over his shoulder.

But when he got to school, to his locker a bashful smile instenly came to his face. In his locker a pink envelope sat right on top of his books. Hes quick to open it and see what you wrote to him this time.

'I hope you slept well love, I was thinking really hard and decided we should meet in person! After school meet me on the roof top'.

His heart skips a beat and he feels himself blushing. "She wants to meet me in person”. He whispered to himself.

Once it was the end of school he rushed to the roof top, nearly out of breath. He waits since he realized he got here a bit to early.

'I wonder what's shes like, does she likes sports?, Why does she like me?, I wonder how she looks when she smiles, how does she sound when he laughs, does she laugh a lot,is she good at math or-?'.

"Isagi-kun".

An angelic voice caught his attention, he looks over his shoulder before fully turning around face you.

You were so cute and had a shy smile on your face. You had your hands behind your back as you cutely looked him in the eye.

He blushes as he tries not to make it obvious that he's was staring to long.

"i-its nice to finally meet you". He started.

"I've always wanted to meet you too, Yochi-Kun"

He completely stops after you said that.

You instenly grabbed his hand and ask him if he's alright.

"I-i shouldn't have said that,I'm sorry".

But you holding his hand only made it worse.

'So cute, and so gulable'. You said to yourself as you watch him fumble over his words. You placed his hand on your cheek as you lean in his soft touch.

"There's no need to act weird, we know each other better then you think".

Starting that day Isagi Yochi was officially your object boyfriend,Well it's not like he actually had a choice to begin with.

Your relationship started off sweet, your so good at playing double.

Your able to watch his every move and shower him in love at the same time. And he's so oblivious to it all.

You didn't want the relationship to be ruined when he figured out that the one he loves is also the shadow that lurks at his window ever night or the one in his locker room or the one that has knows his daily life style like the back of her hand.

But let's say he did find out, it will first be the notification on your phone. He didn't mean to look but he got curious, he picked is up and his skin turned pale.

He would scroll through your schedule of his life, it seems as if it didn't have an end . He clicks around some more to see pictures of himself, Mainly of when he's asleep, and the dates go way back to before you were dating.

But the more he scrolls the more scared he gets, some of the pictures are taken inside his room, while he's asleep. Others showed him during dinner time with his family. Some had him in the subway. More while he's in the locker room alone. It was all so unsettling.

When you saw what he was doing, you started to cry.

"W-why'd you look Yochi-Kun, hm why did you do it". You said in between your whimpers.

He said how is this his fault. He called you crazy and to stay away from him.

You instenly stop crying and your eyes became empty. "You stupid boy, You stupid, stupid boy. How can you say such a thing, you can't deny that you love me".

He declined. And said that he's leaving, and he's heading home to tell his parents.

A wicked grin very slowly but surely creeps along your face. "I wouldn't go home if I were you".

He stops. And processes your words. He looks at you with fear. "You wouldn't". He says as his voice trembles.

The grin on your face only grew wider when you felt your minds make the connection. "But I did". You giggled. "Your teacher and coach too".

He falls to his knees as he looks up at you in fear. "Why?". He cries.

"Cause you don't need anyone else you have me, and I don't want anyone to get the way of our love Yochi-Kun". You said as you crawl to him, cupping his face .

"You're mine forever, and i will execute anyone who stands in the way of my love,Same goes for you to my love,if I cant have you then no can.So I suggest you behave like a good boy and listen when I warn you,if you mess up blood will be on your hands.Yeah?".

Finally done.a few stuff were left out .

Whats in my ask box:

Rin x energetic reader: 13%done

Playboy/scumbag Oliver x innocent reader : 20% done.

Lavinho x tsundere reader:5% done .