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sunny6677 · 2 years ago

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October

(A Spooky Month AU Series)

PART 8/CHAPTER 8: Robbery.

Summary: A 19-year old Skid ends up moving back to his old town for the sake of nostalgia. But he finds himself surrounded by familiar faces.

TWS FOR CHAPTER; BURGULARY, BURGULARS, ROBBERY, ANXIETY IMPLICATIONS, PANIC IMPLICATIONS, GRIEF.

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Skid had gone back to his house, planning on taking a nap like he had reminded himself to. After all, he had needed it after that nightmare. He hadn't seen anything that or dreamnt anything that horrifying since he had seen that weird eye monster he saw with Pump once. Sometimes, he had wondered if he had that much imagination when he had been a child, or if he perhaps had been insane. Pump seemed to recall it though—as did Roy and his friends. But even so, Skid was going to fiercely deny that it was real. He didn't need something else to be anxious about. Not right now.

It was when he had gotten into bed that he let his imagination wonder—channeling the inner machinations and thoughts of his mind, summoning them to collect inside of his mind, and let himself be distracted from the troubles of the day. He had seriously been considering searching for Kevin, he wanted to know how he had been. Though he didn't exactly feel the same way about Roy, Robert or Ross. He could only imagine what would happen if they met again—his mind was dreadful at the possibility of them still living here.

He had thought about his visit with Frank that day. Perhaps, as a gift, he could bring Pump an ice-cream so he would perhaps know he meant no harm? Why had Pump thought he meant any harm anyway? Or had he perhaps hot? In any case, Pump would most definitely either throw the ice-cream aside, or he would start yelling at Skid again. Maybe Skid was making too much of a mudgement of Pumps suddenly changed character? Why had he changed anyway?

Yeah.. why had he changed? He knew he had hated him due to whatever he had done to make himself seem as if he were crazy or had never cared for his mother, but what had made him so aggresive with him? And so.. different? He wasn't the same energetic, pumpkin-mask wearing boy he used to know. He had grown sarcastic, moody, cold-hearted ever since Skid had left. That was for sure.

But had Skid really done something that bad in order to make him that way? Skid sighed into the palms of his hands, sleep slightly being released from him as he sort of yawned.

"God.. I'm a horrible friend." Skid whined, he then looked down at his palms, and then to a picture of his mother that had been nearby. He had felt overcome with emotion just looking at it, though at the same time, he had felt empty. He sighed, and slightly lifted himself up. He couldn't nap. He needed to find sometime else to do so. For now, all he could do was think.

"I miss you, mom.." Skid whimpered, looking at his wrists with such emotion. He then slightly picked at his hair, stroking the tendrils of it as he observed how his mother's hair had been styled. Purple, straight when it came to how it had been shaped. God, he must have copied off of her hairstyle without realizing it.

"Sorry, mom.. I didn't mean to." Skid forced himself to grin, letting himself pick at his hair again. He had found himself opening his mouth, longing to say something to the portrait of his mom he knew would not reply, but then—

A crashing sound had come from one of the other rooms, making Skid flinch in surprise. What had made that sound? He lived alone. So why had there been a sound? Had he placed something near an edge? No, surely not.

For a few moments, he thought he had heard a muffled voice from the other room, and another speaking directly to it. He began to shiver, his breathing growing slowly rapid. Skid shook his head, 'No, no, no. You'll be fine. Let's just go check to see what it was. You'll be fine. Stop crying anytime something makes a slightly loud sound, goddamnit!' His thoughts had cursed him so.

Forcing himself out of bed, he slowly slipped onto the bedroom floor, and began to sneak foward into the slight darkness of his new found house. Slowly, slowly, ever slowly—his feet gently crept along the rug of his bedroom and onto tiles of the floor that belonged to his house. He began to hear the sound of faint yet muffled footsteps, and held back a gasp. 'Okay.. someones in your house. What do we do? What do we do?!' His panicked gaze betrayed him so.

He glanced around. He made the stupid choice of leaving his phone inside of his bedroom, which would mean he would have to creep back. But what if whoever it was got closer, and had heard him speaking on the phone? Clearly, he had to do something.

As he anxiously glanced around, he spotted a.. lemon on the floor. Earlier, when he got home, for some reason, he had been so exhausted—he grabbed something and hadn't even realized what it was, dropping it, not caring for what it had been. Had this been it? Even so, he shook his head, and crept slowly toward the lemon, picking it up in his hand. He knew it might not have been the best defense, but it was worth a try.

He hadn't known if this had been a burglar, a murder, or anything of the sort. But he wasn't going down without a fight. He'd never go down without a fight. He was Skid, the son of Lila. He wasn't going to dissapoint her, not now. He began to creep along slowly, listening for where their voices had been coming from, and had finally placed that they must have been inside of the living room. Creeping, creeping.. he made his way toward the wall of the corridor, and let out a silent sigh, keeping his breath steady. He mentally began to count inside of his mind as he heard their voices being closed now than ever before.. and..

"Agh!" He shrieked, pulling his body out of the corridor and into the blinding light of the living room, holding up the lemon as if it would actually defend him from any sort of danger. His thumbs had been pressed against the skin of the lemon, though they slightly softened once he realized what he had done.

"Woah, shit!" The taller one cursed. There had been two men, with bags over their heads. The two men held their arms up in slight defense, the smaller one clinging onto the other in fear. Skid heavily breathed, looking at the two in slight anxiety, yet kept anger in his gaze to appear assertive.

"Wait a minute, aren't you that lady we tried to rob?" The smaller one said, slightly tilting his head, those very words had made Skids heart tingle. Recognition flared in his mind. It had been the two robbers whom had robbed his house from when he had been a child, though he did not realize they were bad people when he was a kid. The slight realization that they didn't recognize him as her child then flickered in his mind too. They had recognized Skid as her. Thoughts raced in his mind as he continued to hold a defensive stance.

"No, you idiot," The taller one elbowed the smaller one with an assertive yet stern tone, "she's dead! This is someone else.. right?" The taller one looked unsure, tilting his head at Skid as if he had been a sort of curious puppy.

Skid hadnt known what to think, glancing around as he continued to pant rapidly. Without thinking, he clasped his palms around the lemon, and tightly squeezed—the lemon juice began to squirt out at a rapid pace, hitting the taller robbers face with great speed. Both robbers began to scream as Skid continued to squeeze down on the lemon. Hopefully, if he could somehow manage to get them to surrender, he could call the police on them.

In desperation, one of them had said the familiar words; "It-sa spooky month!" And began to dance at a rapid pace while smiling with glee. But that had not been relevant, as Skid only continued to attack them with lemon juice.

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Of course, he had succeeded in doing so. He watched tiredly as the two were taken into the police car by Jack whom he had seen earlier, John had been speaking with him, apologizing for what had happened. Skid had dismissed this though, saying he had nothing to apologize for. The fact that he had a blanket on in the cold air of the town had made him feel less scared and irritated with the situation, holding a coffee mug he had made for himself once the police had came. "And.. they thought you were your mom? I'm kind of struggling to keep up with this story, kid." John had said.

"Honestly, I am too." Skid had sighed, only sipping onto his drink further. Sweat slightly dripped down his jawline as he continued to drink his hot yet satisfying liquid of energy, letting himself be soothed even with everything that had happened as of now.

He wanted to just go back to sleep now, broad daylight hadn't been helping—and the fact that it was beginning to dip into slight evening had not been helping either. Skid thought about what they had said. He didn't look that much like his mom, did he? Perhaps he could mention this to his therapist once he had saw her again. Yet even so, thoughts raced at him in his mind.

"Liar." Some of the thoughts would repeat. "Maybe you are her." Irrational thoughts repeated. He began to slightly widen his eyes at these thoughts, feeling himself beginning to slightly pant once more, panic growing harsh in his throat and chest. He wanted out of there. He just wanted to go back into his house and forget. Forget. What had he wanted to forge—

"Kid!"

He heard John say that in a loud yet soft tone, it sounded almost thrilled with concern, yet firm with that of a bold officer. Skid shook his head, and only nervously apologized while letting giggles stifle his throat—he had been forcing them of course, he did not wish to let the officer know he had not been doing well.

"Huh? Wha—what?" Skid said, feeling himself flush with slight embarrassment once more. When would he stop embarrassing himself in front of random people?

John had asked, "Kid, are you alright? You were acting.. odd earlier."

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"Y—Yeah, I'm fine. I—I am, I swear!" Skid had almost sounded as if he had been pleading for the officer to vanish away, to go away and leave him alone with his thoughts.

"Are you sure? Because you don't seem—"

"I—I'm fine, I promise! I'll be okay. You guys took care of it, so.."

John appeared to look puzzled for a moment, before his face stung with realization. But what had he realized? What had it exactly been? "Thats—that's not what I mean, kid—" John's sentence had then been cut off by the yelling of Jack whom had been forcing the robbers into the car from afar. He had been yelling about how they were needed elsewhere, and that they would probably have to hurry if they didn't want to receive a complaint. John had sighed, saying he was coming, and there was no need for him to yell so loud.

"Alright, kid.. just.. keep yourself out of trouble alright? Weird things have been happening with this town since you left." Before Skid could answer, John began to walk off, catching up with his officer companion whom had been inside of the vehicle. Skid had wondered what on earth he could have possibly meant by that. His mind wondered, trying to come up with ideas of whatever he had meant by that. Perhaps there had been more murders? Strange things to do with serial killer like that one devil man? What had been happening since he had left? Why did he want to know?

In any case, he didn't exactly know if he wanted to know. He didn't need more things to be anxious about as he slept upon his cushion inside of his bed. There was no need for him to know, so he wouldn't investigat—

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Someone.. or something, had bumped into him. Again.

Holding his mug, and stabilizing his nearly tumbling body, he held the mug in his hands, feeling the warm liquid from inside. He looked at some of the droplets that had tumbled onto the rocky sidewalk, and slightly became a bit sad about it. Though his sadness was then interrupted by a lower, more meaner sounding voice. It sounded aggresive, hostile.

"Hey, watch where your going, you—" The voice had cut off as well, and Skid stared into the eyes of whomever the voice belonged to. His eyes then widened once more, and his pupils became little as he stared ahead with shock. Poofy caramel-brown dyed brown hair, dark eyes, that mean glare that used to be so energetic and full of life.

Of course, this had been Pump.

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I'm curious—you don't have to answer this question, but if you were to pick a song that matched up with this au of Skid or Pump(or maybe them both), what would it be? I dont need to know, I'm just wondering.

#read the tws #spooky month #skid spooky month #pump and skid #skid and pump #pump spooky month #john and jack #jack and john #john spooky month #jack spooky month #spooky month au

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depths-of-your-soul · 4 years ago

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Ok so i just found you and this is my very first time asking someone a request. Like ive been itching to ask someone for a request but i was too shy or theyre all closed. And i read some of your works and it made me wanna ask if you could make third year bakugou developing a crush on a cute first year (from the general studies) she's an honest girl and a bit bashful, fidgety. Shes kinda her class' baby sister. Bakugou also scares her but she knows hes a good person just a bit too aggresive. (I feel like she and the other first years look up to him and his batchmates) Its just bakugou trying to get her attention (like making her do stuff for him, inviting her and stuff something thatll make her stick by) and hope he could make something out of it. Oh and he doesnt have to an asshole to her 24/7 he can be aggresive but his gestures and what he does for her says otherwise. Hes just soft. Make it fluffy please ❤

Am i asking too much??? I think i am.. im not sure if i made any sense. Sorry... im just a bit excited and nervous! it doesnt have to be exact but i hope you get the idea. I just like the idea of Bakugou crushing on a kouhai and i thought it would be cute

Treasured Kouhai

Pair: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: "One would often wonder what makes them so special that even the almighty Dynamite keeps them close."

An anger that never subsides, a frown that is etched across his whole face and eyes as sharp as a needle. With every step he took, he exerted dominance, pride and an intense aura. With his vermillion pupils and those ash blonde locks, he prances around school like he owns the place.

Katsuki Bakugou

That is his name. More often than not, he is found with his usual group of friends; Red-riot, Chargebolt, Cellophane and Pinky.

In recent times, though, there seem to be a new member of the Bakusquad.

With their giddy personality and their stubborn attitude, they somehow ended up staying with the squad for most of their time outside class. Third-years pity them, second-years are curious about them while first-years are envious of them.

One would often wonder what makes them so special that even the almighty Dynamite keeps them close.

What they don't know is the fact that Katsuki has actually developed some feelings toward the underclassman. Every day, Katsu makes it his task to bring the fellow with him, ordering them around to help him while giving them gifts in return.

A give and take relationship, he helps them with their studies and they help him with small things. They won't lie, Katsu sometimes scare them, but they know for a fact that in actuality, he is one of the kindest people who would get into danger in order to save even a mere stranger on the streets, knowing they might not ever meet again. They know that behind his fowl mask and curses that comes out of his mouth lies a boy hungry for affection.

He knows that they can see right through them, and as embarrassing as it may be, he finds it endearing that they go out of their way to understand him even a little bit more each day.

Whenever they seem tired from school or other activities, he would cook them food while ordering them to sit down on the chair. In turn, whenever he gets too tired, they would even go as far as giving him a massage.

If Katsu ever hears someone talking poorly about them, there would be chaos without a doubt.

After a few weeks, the Bakusquad has gotten used to them and always invites them to hang outs or group dates outside. Some people would even murmur to each other about how Katsu seem to display affection and biasness towards them, always treating the youngster more gently than others. Sure, he still shouts at them, yet he somehow manages to make it seem less fierce.

It'll only be a matter of time before one of them shares their secret. For no matter how long they spend together, no amount of time together will satisfy.

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha x you #mha #boku no hero academia #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugou #katsukibakugou

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caffeineaddicted-noonie · 3 years ago

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hi ^^ i was wondering if i can request a creepypasta matchup ? <3 if not then it’s okay, also please ignore this whole request if my english is too bad, thank you<3

my pronouns are she/her, i’m bi and my mbti type is INFJ!<3 i’m kinda awkward and have no patience but i’m very caring. i always want to make sure my friends are not cold, thirsty, sick etc. so yes, i’m also annoying lol. my love language is definitely physical touch ! i love hugs, holding hands, cuddles, but if someone’s not okay with it then i won’t bother them even though i’m clingy of course. i’m 162 cm tall (it was 164 two years ago </3) i think that’s 5’4? i’m not sure, sorry about that. i’m underweight, pale, and i wear glasses (only when i’m home tho) + i get dizzy a lot = i’m very weak. i love playing horror games or watching horror movies! i get scared easily but i still love it! i also love cats! but i hate sports and bugs ._. i enjoy taking care of someone, like a lot!

i feel like i said too much, sorry about that. have a nice day/night and take care of yourself :) <3

Heya @foxglovex Thanks for sending in the request! Nahh, you gave me enough info! The more the better ^^ I hope you like this and sorry for keeping you waiting!

🌘🖤wish you the best~🖤🌒

I MATCH YOU UP WITH

JEFF THE KILLER

see it to believe it log 1 - friends 🌹

+ ok being friends with Jeffrey Woods isn’t as easy as with Liu Woods. + This boy, i mean he’s ’friendly’. + It’s just- hes JEFF. + (make sense yet?) He is friendly yet aggresive. + How did you two become friends? + He might have persuadede you to come and follow him cause trouble, but, he didn’t tell you that. + He instead told you that Masky wanted the two of you to get him some things. + Upon hearing that it was ’Masky’s orders’ you agreed without hesitating. + ”Cool! Now let’s go before anyone sees us,” ”Why would-“ ”Come on! *drags you by your arm*” …… ”soo, what are we suppose to do again?” ”Well, Masky told us to go to Walmart and get what he deserves- i mean, want…” ”Ouh…which is?” “We’re gonna have fun!” ”O>O?” + Yall, ended up turning Walmart upside down. ……….. + ”What were you two thinking?” ”Payback!” ”Pay-“ ”For calling me a stupid peice of a motherf*ckers sh*t you as*hole!” + Don’t worry, Jeff took full ‘reposiblity’ (he had to clean the WHOLE mansion, especially Masky’s room) + After taking care of his punishment, he went to you and ranted about how unfair it was that you didn’t get punished. + You only listened and said a few things. + Somehow, he managed to calm down. AND somehow, the topic of th conversation changed. + And with that, ladies and gentlemen, Romeo and Juli-, they were friends (yayy) + He thinks its ridiculous that you get scared easily yet you still watch horror movies. ”Don’t watch it then you idiot,” ”But I like it bruhh,” ”Don’t bruh me!” + ”Run faster you snail!” “I…wait…Jeff…ehhh” ”Turtle snail..” He calls you names, a lot. + He’s just this somehow forgivable dramatic bully. + ok, he can be nice sometimes…surprisingly.

feeling it log 2 - loves ❤️

+ This man can love you in so many different ways…but! he does not at the same time (muahaha) + Ok at first, when he found out that he had has the feels for you, so badly, he did not believe it nor was fond of it + he finds it cheesy and well useless. + However, the feels did not go away at all with that mindset. + Instead, it made him grew mare and more closer to you. + Therefore! The feels also grew until he could not take it anymore + So…one day, he just bursted it out on you. How? By going into your room, kicking down the door and said these sentences without hesitating… ”You make me feel so useless and it is annoying me! I feel weak bug hapoy around you, which is fu*king weird! I do nit know why! But I love it! Fu*cking be my girlfriend or else!” ”……ok, i feel the same way anyways so I’d love to!” ”HOW ARE YOU SO FUCKING CALM!?!?!” + Boy does not know how to hide his flustered state, i swear. Flirt and he’s all pink and what not. But, it is worth it to see him in this state ahha. + His love language is phyical touch! (Psst, hey, Cuddling is a hobby for you two) + He’ll definetely tease you when your wearing glasses. In the end tho, there would be so many praises like, ”You look adorable tho” etc etc + He gets jealous baaadd when you are caring for someone else. ”Sulking again?” ”…” ”Jeff-“ ”Why?” ”Because, well, you know me” ”What about me?” ”Jeff, are you seriously gonna sulk over me taking care of Smile…” ”Yeah duh” very clingy huh? (lmaoo) + You guys have a rule, when playing a horror game and the one who manages to win or finish it without dying or losing, gets to pick the next horror movie to watch. It gets very competitive ngl. + Overall, he really loves and cares for you. All in his own Jefrey Woods ways. An adorable couple you are ^^

Hello! Im sorry this took soooo long and I kept you waiting ^^” Hope you like this and take care!

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apollostears · 4 years ago

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NEEDED ME [ k. bakugo ]

anime: my hero academia

pairing: bakugo x black!fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, drugs, under the influenceness, underage drinking

plot: attending your first college party should be fun but first you have resolved friend drama to handle. or...is it more complicated than that?

note: this is a college au! where after high school, the students attend UA University before entering the hero world. this is also apart of my lil series i’m working on with bakugo and an oc that isn’t out yet but will be!

the large frat house was packed with young adults by the time the three girls had shown up. it was their first, off campus party with some local college a few miles away from them. y/n was nervous but excited and grateful to sero for scoring them access to such a stacked event.

“do you see anybody?” momo asked loudly over the bass-thumping music.

mina and y/n shook their heades, keeping their eyes peeled for any familiar faces. the party started at ten, but it was midnight when the girls showed up. mina claimed that it helped draw attention to them, which isn’t what the other two wanted.

however, y/n had to admit that mina wasn’t a liar. most people had started to bring their attention to them as they moved through the crowd to a more spacious area. she spotted todoroki’s two-toned hair somewhere in the crowd and the closer she got to him, the better she was able to identify where he was.

“i see todoroki in the kitchen. maybe he’s with the others.” she announced over her shoulder, continuing to head his way.

sure enough, there was todoroki with midoriya, ochaco, tsu, and tokoyami. “heyyyy guys! you finally made it!” ochaco greeted the three girls, wasting no time in pulling them into a hug.

y/n noted how she already smelt a bit like alcohol, not too much but enough to make her tipsy. she was a bit surprised to smell it on the preppy girl but figured ochaco would end up trying it sometime in their college career.

“eekkk you guys look sooo cute!! i can’t believe you managed to get tokoyami and todoroki out here. have you seen anyone else from our class?” mina asked, maneuvering her way through the kitchen to get some drinks for her friends.

y/n went to stand by todoroki, squeezing her way into his corner as she waited for her drink from mina. the kitchen wasn’t as crowded as the rest of the house but there was still a good amount of people in there. while her friends talked, she wondered if bakugo was there. he had been acting weird since they last spoke, when they argued over her ‘relationship’ with shindo.

she couldn’t tell if he was mad at her for blowing him off to spend time with the boy in her class but if he was, she didn’t understand why. bakugo used to blow her off all the time whenever kirishima or the boys wanted to hang. sure, it sucked at first but she didn’t make a big deal about it.

this whole situation was so weird to her and she wanted it to be over with.

“so, are you and bakugo still not talking to each other?” todoroki asked, starting his own private conversation with the girl next to him.

y/n paused in her response, grabbing the drink from mina and taking a sip before speaking. “uh yeah, i guess we still aren’t on the best of terms.”

“and it’s bothering you?”

“well yeah. bakugo’s like my bestest friend and if he isn’t talking to me then i don’t know what the fuck to do.”

the others had filtered out of the kitchen, choosing to either go search for their friends or mingle with new people. y/n felt a headache coming from stressing over her situation with bakugo and from the loud music ringing in her ears.

“maybe you should talk to him. he’s been staring at you for the past five minutes now and honestly, it’s a little creepy.” todoroki advised, motioning his head to the area across from them.

sure enough, bakugo was standing by the wall in the living room. drink in hand and an intense glare on her, one that didn’t seem to be breaking any time soon.

rolling her eyes at his stalkerish behavior, she thanked todoroki for his advice and made her way through the crowd to him.

“so what? you was just gonna stare at me the whole night?” y/n asked, cutting straight to the point when she stopped in front of the boy.

bakugo sucked his teeth before drinking from his red cup. “saw you talking to icy hot. didn’t wanna interupt anything.” he muttered, suddenly looking anywhere but at her.

“please, like that has ever stopped you before. i don’t like this katsuki.” she said, giving him an annoyed look to get her point across.

wordlessly, bakugo pushes off the wall and grabs y/n by the forearm. “lets go outside.” he said softly, leaning close to speak in her ear.

she nodded, following him outside of the busy house and onto the front lawn. there were frat guys kegging, trash loitered about, and some kids running through a makeshift slip n’ slide drunk off their asses.

“why are you upset with me suki?” y/n questioned as soon as bakugo had let her go and stopped walking.

bakugo sighed and finished the rest of his drink, crumbling up the cup with little effort, tossing it in one of the trash bags laying around. y/n assumed it was the fraternity’s attempt in trying to encourage trash cleanup by the partygoers.

“this shindo kid...i don’t like him for you.” he spoke seriously, looking y/n right in the eye to convey his sincerity.

y/n raised an eyebrow inquisitively, finding it difficult to believe that that was his reason for acting like such an asshole the past few days. “are you serious?”

bakugo’s sincere look quickly turned into one of irritation at y/n’s lack of trust in his words. “i didn’t fucking stutter.” he bit.

“you don’t even fuckin know him! we’re literally just work partners, i don’t understand where all this hostility is coming from. it’s fuckin ridiculous katsuki.”

bakugo let out something akin to a growl as he aggressively kicked at some trash before him in an attempt to let out some aggresion. “he looks at you like you’re an easy fuck! and you’re walking around without a care in the fucking world while he plots to make a move!”

y/n stared at him, mouth agape and eyes wide, shock was written all over her face. everything bakugo was saying kept sounding more and more out of pocket. “is you smokin dick or something? shindo and i are. friends!!! get that through your head because the way you’ve been acting towards me these past few days has been completely out of character! like what the fuck?!”

“you don’t get it do you? you’re so goddamn dumb that you really don’t see it. he doesn’t want you y/n! he wants your body and i’m trying to save your dumbass from making a mistake!” bakugo argued, his hands beginning to sweat nitroglycerin the hyper he got.

y/n laughed dryly, amused at bakugo’s ability to act like he knew what was best for everybody and that all his friends needed him, whether they knew it or not. “see. that’s it! right there! that’s the shit i be talking about. you talk like you got a fuckin god complex! like we need you to protect us. well guess what bakugo, i don’t need you. i don’t need you to tell me what to do. i don’t need you policing who i can and can’t be friends with. i don’t need you acting like you’re my boyfriend when you’re supposed to be my friend!”

y/n’s tone of voice garnered some looks from the people around them but she didn’t care. she was fed up with bakugo’s overprotective nature. it was fine in high school because she figured it would pass once they got to college, but it’s clear now that he’ll always see her as something he has to protect. and that wasn’t how she wanted to live her life.

for a moment, bakugo looked hurt. defeat in the air and a certain sadness in his eyes, it made y/n realize her mistake but it was too late. the damage was done.

“you’re right, i’m not your boyfriend but i’m not your friend either.” his voice was low and calm but even y/n could tell that he was genuinely hurt by what she said.

“shit katsuki, i’m sorry—”

“don’t. don’t call me that. you’ve lost that right.” bakugo had cut the girl off coldly, an icy glare masking the true pain that he felt in that moment.

i mean...how else are you supposed to feel walking away from the love of your life?

unable to come up with anything meaningful, y/n just watched as her best friend walked away from her and out of her life. i do need him. maybe more than he needs me.

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emilycollins00 · 4 years ago

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if you are taking rquests, could you do some headcannons about a reader who also has an intimidating look, and is insecure about it, with taichi and juza? if you do, thank you vv much!! 🥺

Sorry I took so long, dear! Thank you for taking the time to request it. Really hope you like it! 💕

Taichi and Juza x Intimidating! Insecure! reader

Taichi

We all know how much trouble Taichi always had with fitting until Mankai.

He sometimes sees how you have difficulty in school socializing with others.

He doesn’t get it at first? He has only seen you from afar but he thinks you are cool??

Hears comments about your intimidating aspect. Still doesn’t get it.

Decides to invite you to have lunch with Tenma, Juza and himself.

You are unsure but end up going.

Becomes a routine? They accept you and that’s all you needed

Taichi’s heart goes full doki doki when he sees you happier about yourself

Taichi had noticed it before, but now he could confirm that whenever he was doing P.E outside, he saw you staying away from others. That day your class was doing football and you were put as the goalkeeper. So far, no one had gotten close to it.

“Nanao, can’t find the baseball?”

Taichi turned to his own classmate “Ah, sorry!” his class was in the middle of a match and he had gone to retrieve it.

“Y/N, uh” the same classmates followed his line of sight “They have quite the glare.”

Taichi tilted his head. What glare? He just thought it was weird seeing you alone in a class like P.E. He had always thought you looked cool when he passed you by the hallways though, so mysterious and all, maybe he could attract girls if he did that!

More classmates arrived, thinking the ball was lost too, ending making comments with you as the main subject.

“Ah, that’s the famous Y/N from B class, right?”

“No wonder no one’s trying to score..”

Taichi looked around, still confused “Famous? Did they do something?”

“Most likely…? I don’t know though”

“I mean, it’s not like they have weird rumors like that Hyodo guy but… they make me feel uncomfortable”

Without thinking twice, that very same day, Taichi found himself in front of you during lunch break.

“Do you need anything?”

“H-hi! Sorry uh…” he played with his hands. You were frowning so much it looked like Sakyo when he lectured him for doing something wrong. Suddenly the idea of coming right up at you didn’t seem as good. Mostly because he didn’t want to be a bother.

Maybe you preferred to be alone?

He looked at you again beginning to apologize and leave when he noticed it. Yes, you were frowning and sure, it must have looked scary from the outside… but you had been waiting patiently for him to speak. Taichi swallowed down his nerves.

“Well, uh, I hope it’s not weird b-but…! I saw you in P.E and you looked really cool! Wait no, that’s uh…!” he notices your frown increased. Ugh, why was he stuttering so much? “So, uh, d-do you want you to have lunch outside!?”

Even though the boy had shouted the invitation so much your own classmates had turned, you still couldn’t believe your ears.

“Aren’t you… afraid of me?” the questions came out without you wanting to. You saw him closing and opening his mouth, trembling.

“S-SHOULD I?”

Lifting your head scandalized at him, you moved your hands frantically “NO! No, no! I don’t-!” you put both of your hands on your lap, trying to calm down “I, um, don’t get many invitations, so I got... surprised”

You were sure you were blushing hard form the embarrassment.

“Oh!” Taichi smiled at you, now breathing relieved. Then everything was okay in his book! He really wanted to get to know you better now “Then want to come? I’m sure everyone will be happy too!”

“I…”

Everyone?

.........……………………..

“Ey, guys! Brought someone to have lunch with us, this is Y/N!”

Tenma and Juza stopped talking as they both processed what he had just said, directing then their gazes at you. You didn’t move.

“Uh… hi” the summer troupe leader waved, a bit uncomfortable seeing you not responding. Juza simply nodded.

You were a mess, feeling your eyebrows frowning as you always did when you got nervous. This could not get worse. He was friends with THE Sumeragi Tenma and THE Hyodo Juza??

“Come Y/N, it’s okay!” he smiled at you warmly, sitting with them and looking at you to copy him and sit as well.

Tenma was confused. He didn’t expect Taichi to bring people to their lunch breaks. However, if Taichi had brought you, it should mean something.

He tried to casually make up small talk “…You are in class B, right?”

You nodded in silence as you sat close to the redhead. How did he know? What were you supposed to say? You noticed a glare coming towards you. Juza Hyodo. You tried to avoid him when something on his lap caught your attention too. You both stood in silence.

“Uh, guys…?” Taichi didn’t really understand what was happening. He looked at Tenma to get help but he also looked like he was at a loss. The autumn member suddenly gasped, you two weren’t enemies or anything right?!

“…those rolled omelettes look good”

Oh. You looked down your lunchbox “I… was going to say the same thing about your melon bread”

Tenma and Taichi sighed together

“You two scared the life out of me!” Tenma scolded you two as he leaned on the tree, closing his eyes.

Taichi put his hand on his chest. Looks like you both were just interested in food. He looked more carefully at your lunch “Juza-san’s right! That looks really good! You made them, Y/N?”

“Y-yeah, I like cooking so…”

“That’s so cool! I sometimes cook too!”

He smiled at you and your heart leaped. That had been one of the first times in a while someone smiled so big at you instead of diverting their eyes.

“Wait, didn’t Tsuzuru have to help you make rice because it took you an hour last time?”

“Ten-chan, you are not supposed to say those things!”

Somehow, the conversation kept going, as well as the days you decided to spend lunch break together. You were speechless at how natural it felt to spend time with Taichi and the others, how it felt like something had been lifted from your chest.

You should have imagined, being yourself the focus of many, but they weren’t like those rumors you heard. Tenma was cooler and Juza kinder than you had expected. None of those boys tried to mind their words around you either or looked intimidated but your looks. They joked around and messed with each other.

You felt yourself enjoying school life for once.

“YOU MADE THIS Y/N?!”

“Should I not have??” you looked worried at the lunch you had brought. You had told them you would bring lunch that day, right?

“I-It’s just looks too good!!” Taichi’s eyes were practically sparkling. He looked at you again “Are you sure?!”

Not being able to hold back, a burst of laughter came out of you, watching him being so melodramatic. Taichi had become a pillar in your daily life and you couldn’t be happier nowadays “Of course I want all of you to try it!”

Juza was about to start eating when he noticed Taichi holding his breath “…Y’ok?”

The redhead turned to him, eyes wide open “Wh-what?! Of course! I…” he couldn’t stop looking at you. Your smile laughing just then had been the most real and most bright thing he had ever seen.

“You look like you are going to pass out”

“They are right Taichi, you are red” you frowned confused.

“Pl-please ignore it!!”

Juza

Now it gets more serious

He doesn’t know you personally? But sees you around Veludo Station

If there’s someone who also knows what it feels like to feel insecure about oneself, it’s this boy

You are nice, so it makes him angry when he sees you dejected

He would usually stay quiet but can’t help wanting to help you feel better about yourself

Just like Mankai helped him

Might ask for help at the dorm?

He listens to you

None of the Mankai students from Ouka public high school took the train to get to school, but they pretty much had to pass in front of the station to get there so Juza already recognized you the first time you two crossed paths that day.

“Shit”

“I’m so sorry, Juza-san! I swear I thought I had put it in my bag last night!”

They were sprinting at full force. They had had to go back to the dorm to get Taichi’s project and Tenma had gone on a shot earlier in the morning, so it wasn’t like they could even ask Igawa to take them with the car.

“Now you don’t look so arrogant, uh?”

Juza stopped on his tracks when he heard the yelling from not so far away and then noticed you. Call it instinct from all of his fights, but he could tell what type the situation was going on.

“Do I have something on my face?”

You gripped the trip of your school bag, trying to calm down. Those two men reeked alcohol. “No, I was just-“

“Then why do you keep glaring at me like that, uh?”

“I was just trying to help the old lady there with her train tickets. It’s almost time and you two were-“

You were in the middle of what looked like a discussion against two adults who had now started raising their voices and moving their hands aggresively around you. People watched from the distance and whispered, but no one seemed to try and stop it.

“You know them, Juza-san?” Taichi approached the boy worried.

The answer was no. He had never talked to you.

It didn’t matter.

“Get goin’… I’ll catch up”

You looked around getting worried. No one seemed to care that two old men were raising their voices at you in the middle of the street. You felt desperate. Was it because of your so-called intimidating looks? Again? You mentally cursed as you tried to push them out of the way “Ok, just let me go and-“

One of them pushed you back “You tryin’ somethin’ now?”

The anger mixed with fear. You decided to start shouting when a boy your age grabbed them by the shoulders and dragged them far from you.

“Got a problem, old men?”

You blinked, not comprehending the current situation. Was he helping you? He also looked like he was up to no good, his voice a mere growl and menacing stare. However, it was directed to them.

“Get out of the way, doesn’t matter to you”

“How ‘bout you two do it before”

Was there going to be a fight? The two men must have noticed it too because they grew quiet, grumbling and looking at each other.

“Relax man… let’s not get nervous”

“Then get the hell out of here”

“Fuck’s up with people’s faces man? Everyone looking damn scary and shit…” both left the station as Juza turned to you. You looked tired.

“… y’ok?”

You jumped when he directed his attention to you “It’s… okay” a small sigh came out of your lips, but you smiled grateful “I’m used to it. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t feel bothered by it by now”

Juza frowned confused. The times he had seen you around you were always helping someone or humming to yourself. You shouldn’t be used to those reactions “What did…” he saw you looking at the ground, a complex expression going on your face that he couldn’t understand “…What did they want from you?”

You shrugged “I... accidentally bumped into them when I was helping an old lady. Apologized but started making a scene when they had a look at my face”

Something in those sentences felt too familiar “…because you look angry” he couldn’t help how it came more as a statement than a question.

You felt the comment going straight through you.

“I… am scary looking. It happens. I try not to stand out but …” you gestured vaguely at the crowd that was already leaving after the scene had been solved “Anyway, I need to go to school. Thanks again”

Juza watched your back as you left to enter inside the station, a knot forming in his guts.

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

“Everything okay, Juza-kun?”

The purple-haired boy looked up, leaving aside his thoughts “’night, director”

“I saw you a bit disconnected from practice today” Izumi sat next to him in the garden of the dorm. It was a peaceful night. Some crickets sounded in the distance and most people in the dorm were already in their rooms sleeping.

He thought again about you. He had been going around what he could do. But what? He was just a stranger.

“There’s… this person” Juza mused, unsure. He hadn’t even asked for your name “I see them and uh, know they’re a good person but… they said they look intimidatin’ and, dunno, reminded me of my old days”

He scratched his head. It was confusing him why he felt like this. Izumi smiled and leaned against the bench they were sitting.

“So you are saying they are insecure about their looks” Juza nodded and she sighed “…It’s a tough thing, being in peace with oneself. Especially if you get used to receiving a specific type of response from others”

“I don’t know what to tell’em”

Izumi hummed looking at the night sky “Maybe you shouldn’t try forcing anything. Just being there to support them if something happens and listen to their thoughts can be a good start, I think”

Juza frowned. Would it be that easy? “Think’so?

She smiled, turning back to him “That’s what we did with you, right?”

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

The next day he spotted you, you were looking around with a girl crying next to you.

You had found her alone. Thinking she must have been lost, you crouched down to calm her. The moment she looked at you though, she ran away.

“No, wait!” you ran behind her “You’re going to-!”

The kid fell to the ground, looking around bawling. You raised her unaware of a certain autumn member following you “Shhh… it’s okay” you wiggled her. It wasn’t a success.

“Maika!!”

A man came running to you out of breath and you handed the girl to him “Hi, you should be careful, she was-“

You stopped when you saw the look the father gave you as he hugged her. Was… he scared? Did he believe you had tried something?

“They helped. You should be thankful” you heard Juza’s voice from behind.

“Y-you’re right, I’m sorry” the father bowed nervously and held his daughter.

You didn’t respond as they left.

You looked up at the sky. It was stupid. The girl was safe and you should be happy, not feeling like you were about to cry.

“…I’m sorry,” you whispered. Juza held his breath until you looked back into his gold orbs, sadness swirling “Do you have a minute…? I just…”

Without saying a word, you both walked to the nearest bench and you sat in trance.

As soon as you locked eyes with him, again. Seeing another pair of daunting but soft eyes, similar to what you wished you had, something in your crumbled.

You started talking. Juza heeded about how tired you were, how you had always struggled to be comfortable with your looks, insecure of your intimidating eyes, of the whispers that followed wherever you went, even when you tried your best to do the opposite.

He didn’t say anything, allowing you to release that emotional vent, even if his first instincts were to deny your mean comments. Minutes later, you had finally calmed down.

“I don’t get why you are so kind to me” your hands were now wrapped around the can Juza brought to you at one point.

He pressed his lips.

“…If I told you, I would probably scare you away”

“Please” you scoffed, scrubbing your eyes to get rid of the tears that had started coming out before. Was he kidding? He had been the highlight of the last few days “You could never scare me”

Juza raised his eyebrows, surprised to hear you sounding so confident. His heart felt lighter “Well, neither could you”

You looked at each other in silence before you offered a small, thankful smile.

“I’m Y/N”

“…Juza Hyodo”

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tthael · 4 years ago

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I apologize if you’ve already written about this before, but one thing I’ve been wondering about your Indelicate version of Eddie is in regard to his occasional tendency toward more (for lack of a better/less serious-sounding term) “aggresive” actions (e.g., throwing the lotion bottle, throwing the water, etc.) directed toward Richie. I know it was hinted at that the urges to aggress may sometimes be/have been the result of repressed or misconstrued attraction, but I’m wondering if some of it is also a result of Eddie’s injury and the related feelings of a lack of control over his own body? Like hypothetically, if Eddie were never injured or if we fast-forward to him completely healed, do you think that moments like that would still happen? Or am I just really reading too much into the fic and making up this aspect of it? Hope that makes sense - I just love your characterization of Eddie and I want to make sure I’m understanding as much as I can!

I actually haven’t written about this before, and I think that it’s a good thing that I take the time to meditate on it now, because I don’t want the idea that throwing things at your romantic partner is, like, a good thing.

So a lot of my thoughts on Eddie’s aggression derive from two specific aspects of his portrayal. The first (chronologically in Eddie’s timeline) is the portrayal of Eddie as high-strung, snappy, and verbally combative in IT Chapter One (2017). Within the last year and a half I saw a post that pointed out that some of Eddie’s aggression--especially in interacting with Richie--probably derives from the high-stress situations of a) being hunted by an alien clown demon and b) being abused at home. I had a college professor discussing a history and trauma class point out that, “Traumatized people don’t always behave well.” There are the usual caveats that explanations are not excuses; however, I think that the constant knowledge that he has to return to Sonia’s house and the persistent alarms telling him when he has to take medication, so that even when he’s apart from her he can’t get away from her interference, means that Eddie’s under high pressure. And then you get to the point where all of the children in Derry are being hunted by an actual monster, and it’s a wonder that Eddie behaves as well as he does, because I certainly wouldn’t.

I usually like to incorporate some of book!Eddie’s dreamy introspection into his internal narrative in Indelicate, and I think that some of his pressures are relaxing now that he’s a) no longer living in a house with Sonia, b) acting specifically in ways that maximize his own agency (going where he wants with whom he wants, eating what he wants, actively rejecting much of her influence). However, he’s still got a lot on his plate, and some habits die hard. This is why I have moments of Eddie waiting with the perfect snappy comeback on his tongue, and then stopping himself because he knows it’s something he doesn’t mean. He doesn’t actually want Richie to never talk again, he loves it when Richie talks, and he’s struggling towards sincerity. I personally have a lot of difficulty letting go of the put-down jokes in favor of being sincere with the people I love, so I thought I’d give Eddie several moments of consciously choosing to be honest and kind with Richie.

The second influence on Eddie’s relationship to physically “lashing out” is his introductory scene from IT (1986), where he’s leaving home and Myra is chasing after him demanding explanations and wailing about how terrified she is. I know that there are lots of analyses of this scene and thoughts on Myra versus Sonia, and I’m not interested in those right now; however, what caught my eye was that Eddie sees Myra’s distress and his first thought is something along the lines of “you might as well hit her”--not that he wants to hit her and he has nothing to lose, but that his causing her emotional distress is as bad as physically abusing his wife. (I can’t recall at the moment whether Eddie’s section comes before or after Bev’s introduction, but I want to say that it’s before, and I don’t think that it’s a coincidence that Bev and Eddie’s very different home lives are contrasted.)

So I thought, that as a boy child without a father, raised and abused by his single mother--and considering his issues with (as I write it) suppressed gay feelings, and the sort of “glass closet” I write him with--Eddie’s concepts of masculinity are probably pretty toxic. I think that in order to maintain control over Eddie, Sonia probably got very emotionally manipulative when he resisted her at all, especially as he got older and taller and physically stronger than her, and that she probably cried out things like “Eddie, you’re hurting me, how can you hurt your mother like this?” and made Eddie feel like the abuser (which is, I’m given to understand, a frequent tactic of abusers: reversing the roles to make the victim feel apologetic and guilty). I’m specifically thinking of the way that Gillian Flynn writes manipulative white women who weaponize white women’s fragility--Adora in Sharp Objects, since that’s actually the only Gillian Flynn book I’ve read so far. I think that Eddie would be very conscious of what he perceives as his capacity to be an aggressor, and it would be one more way that Sonia could keep him docile.

Later, with Myra--and I’m writing Myra more sympathetically in Indelicate than I did in Things That Happen After Eddie Lives, so I’m not interested in getting into the “is Myra abusive?” conversation right now, because I’ve written her both ways--I think that Eddie likely had a sort of learned helplessness about his own agency with Sonia that he then transferred onto his relationship with Myra. In Indelicate, I write him with a lot of reluctance to volunteer any information towards her, or his emotional state, or to make any of his wishes known (frequently she shoots them down as too extravagant, the way that I talked about Eddie’s relationship to money and luxury and Myra refusing a larger bed).

I write Eddie as largely unaware of his attraction to men until his near-death-experience, but only because he did not allow himself to connect the dots between what he thought of as physical symptoms (tunnel vision on hot man in coffee shop = optic nerve impairment, see doctor); but I think that Eddie was profoundly aware of his unhappiness in his marriage and just tried to reason with himself that everyone felt like that, and everyone was miserable and suppressing their own wants and needs, because that’s just what marriage is, and any other approach to his marriage would make him abusive, so Eddie and Myra’s marriage was emotionally volatile and extremely stressful.

Which is to say that Indelicate Eddie is a powder keg when Richie gets to him.

Again, I don’t think that throwing things at your romantic partner is an acceptable mode of interaction and I don’t want any readers to get the idea that that’s the underlying message of Indelicate, because it’s not. The scene with the moisturizer is derived from something that happened to me years ago (I was Richie, the guy I had a crush on was Eddie) involving a wayward Frisbee; the scene where Eddie tries and fails to throw a drink at Richie is derived from an anecdote of the early days of my parents’ marriage (my mother was Eddie), one that my father’s coworkers and boss loved to talk about and his best friend still brings up when they hang out.

However, Eddie’s relationship to physicality is also deeply informed by a tumblr post I saw over a year ago that talked about how Eddie grew up being told that he was fragile and delicate and sickly, and how Richie did not give a shit about any of that and was more than willing to just grapple him. For this fic, I decided to lean into that idea: that Eddie longs to be treated as though he’s solid and healthy and strong, and he finds a lot of relief in Richie <i>not</i> treating him gently. But because Eddie is actually physically injured in Indelicate, Richie is being careful not to break him while also dealing with Eddie’s very real (and largely unvoiced) desire for physical contact. It’s not an accident that at the end of the chapter in which Richie and Eddie have a shouting match that Richie wrestles Eddie to the floor and pins him and blows a raspberry on his belly--which is incredibly juvenile at the same time that it’s a display of Richie’s physical capabilities and Eddie finds that bizarrely attractive.

So, on top of Eddie’s desire for physical contact, his extreme stressors, and his lifetime of maladaptive coping mechanisms--the other thing that I consider when I write his dynamic with Richie is that Richie is not physically intimidated by Eddie at all. This is not because Richie is stronger than Eddie (he is) or larger than Eddie (he is). This is because there was a time in which Richie and Eddie found it perfectly acceptable to grapple each other as a form of interactions, because Richie and Eddie have known each other since they were seven years old. I even like to think that at one point, Eddie was the taller of the two, because Richie hit a really ridiculous growth spurt somewhere around the start of puberty and Eddie was something of a “late-bloomer,” and Eddie silently seethed about it through their entire adolescence.

So when Richie and Eddie lash out at each other--largely Eddie, because I think Richie, with his fear of the werewolf and of losing control and hurting someone--they’re building on sort of a lifetime of informal physicality. Stitchy does something similar in their Richie/Eddie fic where elements of roleplay always appear in their romance, because they were kids who played pretend games together, and when you have a bond like that with someone, it does permanently shape what sort of interaction you do and do not find acceptable. I also included a flashback into childhood where Richie gets angry with Eddie and very deliberately and methodically pushes him down on the ground and Eddie cries, not because Richie physically hurt him (he didn’t), but because it wasn’t in good fun there, that was Richie deciding to throw him around because he knew it would upset him.

So there’s a lot going into Eddie’s physically aggressive responses in Indelicate--the toxic masculinity that dictates the way that men are allowed to express anger and the ways in which they are allowed to touch each other; the profound stress that Eddie has endured for his whole lifetime without getting many better coping mechanisms; the feeling of lack of control of his physical body; a regression to childhood habits; and a deep sense of relief that Richie (being big, strong, and a man) is not vulnerable to him in the way that Sonia convinced him she (and later Myra) were.

I hmm’d and haww’d over a scene in the most recent chapter in which Eddie strikes Richie with an open hand (it’s a little slap on the chest, and I wanted it to come across very like the sort of corrective smack to the back of the head that I can imagine any of the Losers issuing to Richie back in 1989 when he shoots off at the mouth), because that’s not something I’d be comfortable doing to a romantic partner myself. Richie thinks nothing of it and turns it into a dirty joke, but I do need to get more into Eddie’s decision to touch Richie in kind ways in direct refusal of that “you construct intricate rituals that allow you to touch other men” facet of toxic masculinity.

I know it’s a ridiculously long answer, but it’s a serious issue and I wanted to give it the greatest possible consideration instead of writing something flip. Because both the incidents you named (ones I didn’t even realize formed a pattern, to be honest) are drawn from real life, I can’t say that they’re moments that are influenced by Eddie’s physical disability, but I do think they’re more influenced by his emotional state. I also think that as some of his stressors come off his plate and he gets more comfortable having an adult relationship with Richie, he’s going to stop throwing things at him. I even had Eddie stop after throwing the water, not just because it was ridiculous but because he realized how out of line he was in that moment. Recognizing when you’re out of control in an argument is, I find, an important part of self-improvement; and learning to walk away or to reset is a valuable skill.

Thank you so much for reading!

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kindcstguardian · 5 years ago

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MISC.

i. / basics.

Name. Lynn Darcy. Nicknames. Troublemaker, sweetie, Candy Birthday. Age. 17-23 years old. Nationality. French. Languages. French, English &&. Spanish. Gender. Cis female. Sexuality. Bisexual. Status. Single. Occupation. Student &&. part-time worker in Cosy Bear Café. Speciality. Finding solutions to problems that aren’t hers and, instead, causing them in her own. Hobbies. Jogging, boxing, taking care of plants, ocasionally playing basketball.

ii. / physical.

Height. 160cm / 5′ 3″ Weight. 50kg / 110 lb Hair color. Brown. Eye color. Green. Blood type. O + Appearance. A petite female with a slightly built body ( at the moment due her newfound interesting in boxing ). Long hair naturally straight with chocolate brown pigment alongside green eyes.

VERSES.

Main verse. TAG. 「 MAIN ／ Lynn 」

Highschool student, 17 years old. As a transfer student, she is a bit clueless and lost at the beggining. However, she quickly got used to the institute and learnt every little secret of it. Still, this does not apply to actual people. Lynn does have a lot of friends, though, and is quite close to Kim due having her as lab partner in Chemistry. But she doesn’t get along with Amber, Capuccine, Li or Charlotte. Peggy is on thin ice. Ah but, ever so caring Lynn — she can’t help but always want to help everyone.

MCLUL verse. TAG. 「 SECOND MAIN ／ Lynn 」

College student, 23 years old. Canon divergent. Mostly based on what’s taking place in the canon of My Candy Love University Life — except that Lynn never cut ties with all friends and kept in touch with Kentin alone, she still has a hopeless crush on Nathaniel but hasn’t gotten herself involved with anyone, keeping everysingle friend at arm length. So, no route Lynn?

Third main verse. / A different outcome TAG. 「 THIRD MAIN ／ Lynn 」

College student, part-time worker in Kentin’s bakery, 23 year old. She didn’t want to be bossed around by her parents, neither leaving the city she grew to love. In fact, she wanted her freedom but Lynn wasn’t having it so easy. From a side, her parents had stood their ground but so she did, fully determinated to stay. They all bickered and argued, raising their tone than trying to find a solution — that was, until Aunt Agatha got in the middle and decided to take care of the situation. After much talking and convincing, she persuaded Lucia and Philip. Thus, leading Lynn to win only one obstacle from the many that would appear in her road. Happily that she got to stay rather than losing all connections, she first started to help Kentin before deciding what she wanted to do with her future.

Fourth main verse. / What if? TAG. 「 FOURTH MAIN ／ Lynn 」

Highschool student, 17 years old. So what if she could see the relationship stats that she had with other people? Like, a visual novel game? Well, that was about it! It was strange but she could not see options at all, she had free speech ( thankfully ) which allowed her faster to either improve or fuck up further her relationships.

Persona 5 verse. TAG. 「P5 ／ Lynn」

Highschool transfer student, Star, 17 years old. ‘ You have truly made me wait, I am known for being impatient, ma fille, but I will allow it this time ’ , the brunette fell to knees, holding her head while she screamed in utter pain, tears rolling down her cheeks while her eyes were shut, trying to somehow make the pain bereable. All background noise was blocked, overpowered by a female voice inside her mind. ’ You have always clenched your fists and withdrawn for the fight, doing little to nothing. Finally, you have grown tired; let us form a pact, shall we? ’. The voice was right, Lynn had enough. Taking blow after blow, being ridiculized, embarrassed and tossed aside — being the stepping stone others needed to feel superior while she put on a show, the happy pierrot that everyone relied onto but whom never spoke a single struggle. It was time for her to realize her own worth and speak her mind, yell to the four winds her heart’s desires; to defend and attack instead of being a mere broken shield. ’ I am thou, thou art I we cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire! They can bind our body and tie our hands but nothing can be done nor can shatter our will! ’, the hands that once had been holding her head were now on the floor underneath her, helping her to push herself up slowly — green hues had turned yellow and filled with such aggresive determination that she had never felt before. Straightening her back, her right hand placed itself before the mask that had manifested to existence, gripping it hard, she pulled away at once — blood running down her eyes. “ We shall show them what we are made of, come to me Amantine! ”

Eldarya verse TAG. 「Eldarya ／ Lynn 」

College student, 23 years old. Absynthe Garde / Alchemist. As a descendant of a human, her father Philip, and a fairy, her mother Lucia, Lynn is a faerie. However, she was never told about the truth and because of her clueless nature, she never suspected anything weird ( not even when her aunt would show up in particular clothes which she lied that it was part of her job as a dentist not to scare children, including wings on her back as part of the costume ). Which is precisely how she stepped in the thin line of human world and magic world, the blindfold had been finally removed. Currently stuck in Eldarya and unable to return nor communicate with her parents, Lynn spends her days working to win the meal of the day alongside an elf named Ezarel as an assistant for the potions he needs to create, but mostly errand girl: running here and there to provide everything on time.

Mystic Messenger. / MC1. TAG. 「MysMe ／ Lynn 」

College student, 23 years old. Actually, Lynn isn’t sure how she found herself in Korea. Mostly, trying to be a good friend for Hyun and be his emotional support friend when he needed one given his grandfather had gotten terribly ill and chances were… No, no. She shouldn’t focus there. In fact, she should focus on finding the place her friend had indicated that both were staying at — yet, things rarely go as planned. Sometimes, the female felt that she was a magnet to problems. A message, an adress and a distressed person were the formula to lure her towards an unknown appartment in which she ended up locked. Stuck in a position of party hoster of sorts, Lynn Darcy chose not to fight her fate and assume her role. Kim Yoosung, Kang Jaehee, Hyun Ryu, Han Jumin and Choi Luciel needed her, after all. And God knows how big her heart is to leave without providing the needed help.

Shall we date? Destiny Ninja 2 + TAG. 「Destiny Ninja 2 +／ Lynn 」

Living in the Spring Village has been a wonderful experience since she can recall, to wake up everyday and see how flowers would blossom — new ones that would arrive because of the ocasional windy days and carry along new seeds for the view to change, take different shape and colors. Yet that lovely experience started to come to an end when the Yamato Island began to get corrupted. Was the story they told her as kids to make her fear true? All Lynn can do is pray and keep up with her training; she might not be an expert, but basic defense moves could safe her. Besides, her father had always taught her how to use a gun since possessing a sword was more of an honor, a lifestyle.

Shall we date? Blood in roses + TAG. 「Blood in roses ／ Lynn 」

It was a poor idea for a human to wander into a castle, but after having lost her family, the brunette found no better choice than try to find a temporal refugee. Much to her horror, it turned out to be the rumored Hotel Libra Sincera — unable to return nor escape because she had nowhere to go, she decided to step inside that place. Truthfully, Lynn never thought she would use a Humphrey’s bottle of False Mist that her mother had bought to her at age nine in case something bad would happen to them. It was easy to forget about it but Lucia has insisted for Lynn to carry it at all times; and now, she could finally use it.

Wizardess heart + TAG. 「Wizardess heart + ／ Lynn 」

Student &&. buddyless, 17 years old, spellsinger. TBA.

Ephemeral: Residents in the dark. TAG. 「Ephemeral ／ 010」

Student, 120 years old, half-breed. A lovechild from a vampire and a human, a horrible sin for all creatures that should have been killed hasn’t been that she was born with the strongest gen as expected, which is the single reason she had managed to survive thus far in the world were ranks meant everything. However, her mother had been murdered by other humans as soon as it was discovered that there were vampires within their world — Philippe had returned with shame and head hung low back to his family. Forced into a marriage with another woman, a mermaid that grew to terribly hate Lynn going as far as to dig her nails into Lynn’s wrists due being young and beautiful. To say Lynn was grateful to being accepted into that prestigious institution wasn’t enough, she decided to stay and live there. Refusing to return to a place where her stepmother wanted her head in a spike — yet, her secret keeps her awake at night, what would happen if she was discovered?

ANIMAL.

Main verse.

TAG.

23 years old. WIP.

Aggrestuko verse./ Publishing department. TAG.

Office lady, 24 years old. Lynn Darcy had studied art history, however, she did not find many jobs suitable for that and ended up undergoing trainment to become a ‘desk person'—work in an office and fall into a comfortable routine for another year and a half.

TAGS.

「 Lynn Darcy ／ 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓭𝔂 ┊ swcctlcve 」

「 Lynn Darcy ／ INQUIRY」

「 Lynn Darcy ／ MUSINGS 」

「 Lynn Darcy ／ VISAGE 」

「 Lynn Darcy ／ MANNERISMS 」

「 Lynn Darcy ／ INTROSPECTION」

「 Lynn Darcy ／ ROMANCE 」

「 Lynn Darcy ／ CRACK 」

RELATIONSHIPS.

DISCLAIMER. I will not ship with the same character more than once unless my partner tells me they will no longer write said character and, therefore, the ship spot is free again. Please, do not force the issue. 001. Will you have exclusives? If my partner and I discuss it before hand, then yes. 002. Will you have mains? This will be more popular but yes, I will have limit of three mains.

KENTIN BRONSWORTH. ROMANTIC TAG. ✘ · Kentin Bronsworth ♡（ ᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵃᵗ ˡᵃˢᵗ ⁻ ⁱ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃⁱᵗ ） FRIENDSHIP TAG. kcntin ; ʜᴏᴘᴇ（ φιλíα ） ABOUT.

RAVEN KENDALL. ROMANTIC TAG. ✘ · Raven Kendall ♡「 ᴵᶠ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗᵉˡˡ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵒʷ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵃ ᵐⁱˡˡⁱᵒⁿ ʷᵒʳˡᵈˢ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ」 FRIENDSHIP TAG. ABOUT.

HAIDA HYENA. ROMANTIC TAG. ✘ · Haida Hyena ♡「 ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᴵ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ ／ starryburglar 」 FRIENDSHIP TAG. ABOUT.

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neonflxme · 6 years ago

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Mukuro Blue Eyes AU // Character Analysis

Okay, so we don’t get a lot of backstory or character time in THH to focus on her, since she dies early. Most of this information about her past and backstory is from her free time events.

In her first FTE, she mentions guys calling her up and it seems like shes been through it wayyy to many times. I dont think this is actually Mukuro talking now - just Mukuro pretending to be Junko. At the end of the FTE, she finds something to bond over, saying Makoto, really gets it” and she says she’ll introduce him to some of her friends and find a perfect girl for him sometime - saying he needs an aggressive girl.

Now, i think its clearly implied Mukuro’s talking about herself here. She’s nervous, exicted, doesn’t really know what to do. We’ll come back to this.

In the second FTE, Mukuro is overreacting - still acting as Junko of course. She bases her overreaction on Boredom, and we all know that Boredom is what drove Junko to end the world. So she’s acting as her sister.

They get on the subject of homelessness:

M:“Oh, hell no! Homelessness is totally dangerous! You never know when a pack of wild animals might show up.”

N: “Wild animals...?”

M:“Oh, I don't mean literally. I mean people who attack the weak, who want to hurt you. The world's full of animals like that, ya know?”

M: “But I think having to live like that made me way stronger.”

She had to be homeless, which might be because her family kicked her out. I think this is before her time as a solider. Since her parents are very rich - i dont think it was because money issues.

Homelessness may have been what drove Mukuro to join the terrorist group.

She’s obviously into Makoto as this point, trying her best to flirt with him.

M; “But anyway, are you saying you were worried about me? Gotta say, Makoto... that's kinda cute. You almost killed me with cuteness here!”

Her 4th FTE, she opens up a little

M: “ And up until now, I never did that. I never let my dreams grow... All I saw was that one dream. I put everything I had into that one narrow little world... I feel like there's so much more I could be doing that I'm not, and I don't like that feeling... So I think I'm going to start looking for it... Is it childish of me to think like that? Am I just being a baby? “

She’s talking about despair, and her plans with Junko Enoshima. She only came back here to reenact the plan that - judging by her words - she’d been working on for a long time. She’s let her mind wonder, now that shes back - and she remembers how kind the world can be, opposed to the homelessness and war she’s used to.

Now for the AU

Okay - so Mukuro descibes herself as an aggresive girl. We dont see any of this aggresion when shes around Junko - instead shes willing to do everything to make her sister happy.

But what if - after all those years of fighting, and living off the street - shes comes back different. She’s able to stand up for herself in wake of her sister.

But more over - her values about despair are different. In the original, she just wants her sister to be happy and doesnt care. But now, she realised, organised despair inducing chaos is what the world needs. Its what makes her (dispisingly) work with Junko again.

But theyre values are different. Mukuro believes despair should be warlike, everyday not knowing if you’ll survive. Junko believes despair should be pyscological - and they agree to work on the plan.

But when Mukuro dies, she glares up at Monokma, saying “You traitor”, instead of her usual thing. This changes the game as Monokuma has to begrudling admit that Mukuro was in on it and reveals thats there’s another traitor.

Basically, just some foreshadowing and a more aggressive Mukuro.

#mukuro ikusaba #danganronpa #au #danganronpa art #danganronpa au #junko enoshima #character analysis

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theresnoturningback · 6 years ago

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Gone Fishin’ [PART 4]

A/N: And so we’ve come to the thrilling conclusion! It took me 22 days but I finally finished this fanfic. I am satisfied with my work, with the help I got along the way and the friends I’ve made as I wrote every chapter. I never thought I would go back to writing like this. I remembered my days at uni. Best four years of my life. I learned so much, I wrote so much and I loved life so much. Honestly, I have serious skin issues and as I wrote every chapter, I felt my skin being healed. This is not a metaphor or anything. My skin literally got clearer and smoother. The two weeks I spent away from my notebook, my skin condition came back aggresively... If I was looking for a sign to never stop writing, that’s it. I’m sorry I’m rambling about myself when ya’ll just want to read some Clouis fluff. I’ll leave you guys be. Word Count: 8274...ya’ll might wanna grab some snacks while you’re at it.

Clementine’s decisive feet led her away from the school quickly. Her trusty knife in her right hand just in case things got messier than they already were. She was alert and determined to be alone on her way there and back. The quiet steps behind her argued otherwise.

She wasn’t sure who was following her, she only knew it couldn’t be AJ for several reasons. Two of them being that his legs were still too short to keep up her pace and of course, she had made it pretty clear with her yelling earlier that she didn’t want him there. She reflected on the latter and made a mental note to apologize to the kid once she was back. He didn’t deserve to be yelled at for wanting to help her.

The person behind her had been silent so far. She figured that if she didn’t say anything, they would remain a mystery, but she was dying to know if it was Louis. Maybe there was still a chance to fix things and make them less awkward. She swallowed her pride and broke silence with an annoyed sigh.

‘I’m sure I said I wanted to do this alone’

She waited for a response and Aasim’s voice made her look back at him in surprise.

‘I know what you said, but I promised AJ I’d keep you safe’

She squinted at him, resenting the assumption that she needed his help for something so trivial.

‘I don’t need anyone to keep me safe. I’m perfectly fine on my own. It’s been like that for years an--’

An arrow flew close past her, interrupting her speech and making her blood freeze. She heard an agonizing groan and a thud a few feet away from her and realized Aasim had just saved her life.

‘I owed you that one. Now we’re even’ He gave her a smug grin accompanied by a raised eyebrow.

She breathed deepy, walked towards the corpse and retrieved the arrow.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be an asshole about it’ She returned the deadly weapon back to its owner.

‘It’s okay, Clem, I can see it hasn’t been a normal day for you’ He smiled comprehensively as they began walking side by side. She didn’t expect that response, that was not his usual inflexible and stern attitude. She wondered if his usual behavior was just a façade.

‘It’s been one crazy day’ She mumbled mindlessly.

‘Yeah, I can see that, too’ Aasim recalled that one time, not long ago, he and Louis had an unexpected little boy talk while hunting.

‘You do?’ Her confusion grew by the second

He nodded, always looking around and with his bow ready to shoot.

‘Yeah, Louis can be a bit of an idiot and sometimes he does and says shit that make things weird but he means well’

‘I never said this was about Louis’ She sentenced, frowning once more. Aasim now looked at her, taking offense in her innocent defense.

‘How stupid do you think I am, Clem?’ She glanced at him as he looked forward once again, resuming his explanation ‘It may not seem like that at times, but Louis and I are actually good friends, despite our obvious differences. I respect him and value him a lot as a person. We have deep conversations after dinner some evenings, when he’s not in the mood to play with his cards’

‘It’s not that I didn’t know you were friends. I just didn’t know you were so close’ She excused herself for not seeing it before.

‘I mean, there’s no way you could have known that until now, because you’ve only been here a couple of very intense weeks, but I hope it makes more sense now that it was me who delivered Louis’ letter to you that night, and why we share the music room to hide from the world...and also the fact that I’m walking next to you right now instead of any other person. He knew you needed space at that moment for whatever reason, but he wanted you to be safe as well. I didn’t promise AJ I’d keep you safe, only’

‘So...how close are you with Louis exactly?’ She dared to ask, letting him know immediately she wanted to know just how much information he had on her.

‘Close enough to know he has a ginormous crush on you’ He gracefully shot an arrow at a walker in the distance and turned his head to her to finish his sentence ‘And from what I’ve seen so far, I assume the feeling is mutual’

‘It’s a little more complicated than that...’ Clementine scratched her forehead, looking downwards, instantly regretting her question. Aasim approached the fallen monster, who was trying to crawl closer to them, and kicked him in the head. As he was busy taking a knife from his pocket to end the walker, another one made his way to the dirt road, limping hurriedly behind him.

‘Aasim, watch out!’ Clementine ran with difficulty in Louis’ coat, but made her way on time. She pushed the monster away and helped by her adrenaline rush, she drove her knife into his skull several times.

She stood up, panting and adjusting the coat

‘Thanks, Clem’ He managed to say breathlessly

‘Now you owe me again’ She helped him up and they continued their march towards the cabin.

‘So...things are complicated’ Aasim proposed the follow up with a rather hesitant voice. Clementine’s only response was a quiet tired sigh

‘I get it, too soon’

The skies were turning darker by the minute. They decided it was time to turn on Aasim’s flashlight.

‘Why don’t you tell me how you found out about Louis’ crush’ She suggested, trying to hide her conspicuous curiosity. He decided to play along.

‘I suspected it at first, but one day it slipped by him while we were arguing in the music room. He tried to brush it off and play it cool right after, but he was so flustered he couldn’t keep up with his lies and ended up talking about you for at least the following thirty minutes’

‘Seriously, thirty?’

‘Well, it stretched up to a little longer than an hour when he got comfortable. The day he wrote you the letter, he spent the whole afternoon at the piano with the piece of paper in front of him. After he finished writing, he wanted me to improve it, but I refused to read it. Whatever he wrote had to be a reflection of his own raw feelings for you. I didn’t want to ruin that with my own words’

Clementine didn’t say anything for a good five seconds, until Aasim shone the flashlight on her face, only to notice she was lost in thought and her face was bright red.

‘Knock it off, Aasim!’ She protested, dazzled by the blinding light

‘Sorry, sorry...hey, can you not tell Louis? I shouldn’t be telling you these things, but I wanted to cheer you up a little bit, since you’re having such a crazy day...’

Clementine’s eyes widened a little. It was refreshing to see Aasim trying to lighten up the mood. At times he resembled something similar to the older brother she never had.

The boy was trustful, but also good for a banter and they could learn from each other in a diverse amount of matters.

‘Thanks for your good intentions, but I might have oversimplified it when I mentioned my day was crazy before’

‘Well, duh…’ Clementine glanced at his friend ‘I don’t buy it’

‘What?’ She raised an eyebrow.

‘The story about the five walkers appearing out of nowhere and giving you trouble. I call bullshit on that’

‘We were attacked, that’s no bullshit’

‘Come on, you can easily deal with that amount of walkers. I’ve seen you fight together’ A hint of admiration decorated his words, to which Clementine scoffed modestly.

‘We had to run because we were outnumbered, what’s not to believe?’ She insisted, almost like a child

‘Shh, wait’ Aasim made her stop and pointed the flashlight at one side of the dirt road, suspicious of a couple of figures on the ground. Clementine remembered that spot. She had been there with Louis that very afternoon.

They took a couple of circumspect steps closer to the bodies. She recognized a familiar weapon at the distance and ran to pick it up.

‘Huh, only two walkers near Chairles. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?’ Aasim eyed at her with a sly smirk.

‘Alright, Mr. Detective. It wasn’t five walkers like we said before…but these two did get us by surprise’ She swung the leg chair idly as she looked at the smashed skull of the legless walker that threatened Louis’ life ‘We were...arguing’

Aasim’s playful expression faded slowly as Clementine showed more and more signs of being upset.

‘Clem, did Louis...do anything bad to you?’ Aasim’s halting words made her heart sink. ‘I mean, we joke that he’s an idiot but if he did something that he shouldn’t have done, then-’ She shook her head, trying to erase any mental images his assumption brought to her head.

‘Of course not! how could you even think that? he’s your friend!’

‘I’m sorry, it’s just, you know...you’re my friend too, and the world is so fucked up that you never know... ’ He quickly apologized as they started walking again. Clementine interrupted him once more.

‘He didn’t do anything wrong, he…I don’t think he would dare to do anything to hurt me…he has been so good to me and AJ and It would never cross my mind that he has second intentions’

‘I’m sorry for thinking about the possibility… I had to make sure’ he apologized once more. Clementine didn’t say a thing, so Aasim kept talking to avoid the much feared silence ‘But if you have real feelings for him, then I don’t know why you are so conflicted about…’

‘I never said I had feelings for him’ She tried to sound assertive but she stammered and instinctively hugged herself defensively, realizing once more it was Louis’ scent that didn’t let her think clearly.

‘So, I’m guessing the reason that you’re in his coat right now, and the reason he didn’t come for Chairles just to give you some space isn’t because you two shared a romantic moment alone in the woods and now that you’ve realized your true feelings about him, you don’t know what to do with your them’

‘Something like that…’ she didn’t want to admit that’s exactly how it went ‘How did you figure it out?’

‘I’ve been there…’ He mumbled. Clementine’s surprise and curiosity battled inside her mind

‘Wait, so you and Louis…?’

‘No! Oh, no..’ Aasim panicked ‘Nothing has ever happened with me and Louis, I can assure you that’

‘Because if it has, then I d--’

‘Nothing. Has. Happened’ He emphasized ‘Besides, he the only thing he talks about lately is you, so...there’s that’

She tried not to direct the conversation to her feelings again

‘So, who’s this person that made you feel things that you didn’t know how to handle?’ Aasim opened his mouth, hesitant at first.

He looked at her; she was smiling at him mischievously. She had had such a tiring day, he might as well amuse her with more of his life. He looked ahead as he confessed what was in his heart

‘Ruby’

‘That’s so sweet’ Her smile widened as she shifted her look from him to the road ‘You two would make a very cute couple’

‘Thanks’ Aasim managed to mutter. Clementine thought maybe he really could understand what she was going through. Her follow up question came out slow and cautiously, testing the waters of their new growing friendship.

‘So have you two...kissed?’

He shook his head

‘I have only thought about it, but I’ve never actually dared to do it’ He admitted bashfully after some seconds.

‘Huh…’ Her soft smile slowly turned into a pensive frown. Maybe if she hadn’t dared like she did, things wouldn’t be so complicated between her and Louis.

‘So, there’s still some things that don’t match in your story’ Aasim’s observation burst her bubble

‘Hmm?’

‘Did you guys kiss back there where the two walkers were or at the cabin, while fishing? Both places seem plausible for such scenario...‘

‘What makes you think we kissed, we haven’t kissed…’ She blurted out her words almost violently, giving Aasim even more reason to maintain his theory on the matter. Unwillingly, her tone rose up considerably, like when she tried to convince Javi she and Gabe didn’t like each other, to no avail. Her voice tended to betray her like that at the most crucial times.

‘I could tell from his expression back then...something new happened to him, and since you both spent the whole afternoon together, it was safe to assume that you kissed’ Clementine raised an eyebrow skeptically ‘Also you just mentioned kissing, and judging by the way you phrased it, it must have been on your mind before this conversation.

‘How’s kissing something new to Louis? Not that we did kiss but... I’m curious’ It sure didn’t feel like Louis didn’t know what he was doing. There’s no way that was his very first kiss, she thought

‘He’s never kissed anyone’ Aasim confirmed ‘well, except for that one only time we played spin the bottle years ago, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the same experience’ He nudged her playfully, she shook her head, annoyed, but told herself to remember to ask him for that anecdote later. She had a more urgent question to ask.

‘His expression...what was it like?’ She gripped Chairles as Aasim answered.

‘I’ve only seen that face once; years ago, during a hunting trip...it was fear. Fear for the loss of a loved one. He was afraid he might lose you forever if nobody helped you’

‘What hunting trip, what happened?’

‘I’m really not the one to tell you that story…but it’s not a pretty one’ He mumbled grimly.

Clementine fell silent, letting his friend’s words sink in her mind. One of the things Louis told her right after their kiss was that he had nothing to lose. In which moment did he realize he was afraid of losing her? Who did he lose years ago?

She knew how cornered and confused she felt when Louis began questioning her reasons not to pursue a relationship with him, so she decided to let him tell her his life stories at his own pace.

‘Well, we’re here...’ Aasim stopped and pointed the flashlight around.

‘There’s no suspicious sounds or movements’ Clementine observed, following the light.

‘Don’t let your guard down’ He warned

She responded with a nod and walked closer to the abandoned spears, only then she remembered she had carelessly tossed hers at one moment. Aasim, on the other hand was content that they had enough food for the following day

‘Nice job, Clem…’ He cheered , taking a closer look at the bucket ‘How did you manage to catch all these fish?’

‘Louis helped a lot’ She shrugged

‘Really? He must be very invested in fishing’ He joked, but his friend was not amused ‘I’m sorry’

‘I didn’t want to scare him, you know...’ She fidgeted as Aasim cocked his head slightly to the side, listening attentively ‘I just think I felt an overload of thoughts and sensations I’ve never felt before and didn’t know what to do with myself, that’s why I ran back to the school, like a coward. If I knew things would get this complicated, I wouldn’t have kissed him in the first place’

‘That’s strange’ He chuckled, to Clementine’s surprise. He helped her put the tools back in the cabin ‘All this time I thought Louis was the one that kissed you, not the other way around’

She couldn’t help but chuckle along, recalling the few weird seconds Louis spent looking at her before she dared made a move.

‘He froze’

Aasim couldn’t believe her words. Louis, the usually charming, easy going dude that literally never shut up, froze before Clementine. He’d pay a big sum of money just to travel back in time and space and witness that.

‘Really?’

She nodded, amused.

‘But like I said, after we kissed, everything changed’ Her smiled slowly turned into a worried smirk ‘I never imagined I could feel the way I felt at that moment’

She felt her cheeks go warmer once more at her declaration.

They walked out the cabin and closed the door. As Clementine walked down the steps, she remembered there was one thing she hadn’t found yet.

She snatched the flashlight from Aasim’s hands and ran to the last place she remembered she saw her hat.

She found it a few steps far from the riverside, probably blown by the wind, but still dirty and forgotten. She ran towards the worn out accessory, picked it up, shook it a few times to remove the dust.

‘I see you got your priorities straight’ Aasim walked closer to her, with the bucket full of fish in his left hand.

‘Shut up’ She laughed as she put it on, exchanged Aasim’s flashlight for Chairles and then began their walk back to the school.

‘There must be an interesting story behind that old thing’ he suggested. She knew by now he loved a good a story.

‘This old thing keeps me sane. It helps me remember all the important lessons I’ve learned over the years since I was a little kid’

‘It’s cool to realize how some ordinary objects hold so much emotional power over us. Like your hat, it looks like any other baseball hat to me, but of course to you it means so much more’

Clementine nodded agreeingly

‘My dad gave it to me before the world changed forever’ She paused to rethink her words ‘Well, he didn’t actually give it to me, but it’s the only thing that belonged to him that I still have with me. The only thing that reminds me of my parents the way they used to look like...and not the way I last saw them. This hat has traveled the same amount of miles, seen the same horrible things, and people I loved risked their lives for it when it got lost’

‘Well, fuck’ Aasim sighed, overwhelmed

‘Yeah, how’s that for a book?’

‘You know, that’s actually not a bad idea...!’ He glanced at her, actually considering it

‘I was joking, Aasim’ She shook her head, regretting that she indulged him with stories that were yet to be told. It was too late, he was already scheming and drafting in his mind.

‘I mean, you have all kinds of anecdotes, right? You have been on the road for years and visited places we have never seen before. We should sit down and try to write a couple of paragraphs. Personally, it helps. I always feel at ease once I finish writing my day. Maybe it would do you well, too. Give it a chance, if you don’t like it, then you can stop anytime’

‘You know what, it could work’ She mumbled, almost lost in her own thoughts.

There were moments she would like to treasure forever; like the day she met Lee, and saved him from her babysitter, all the things she learned from him along the way and all the people she met during the few months they spent as a family; especially Kenny, Katjaa and their son Duck.

She often found herself daydreaming about what Duck would look like, and how he would be like if he had never been bitten. Maybe if she put those thoughts into written words, then she would stop thinking so much about it.

She would love to tell AJ’s story, from how she met his parents to the present day, with all the details in between, including all the people who help them get to where they were now. She wouldn’t dare to leave out the first time he cried in Kenny’s arms. He had such powerful lungs for someone so little. She wouldn’t forget to write about the first time he fussed in her arms, either; no matter how many times she had told him that story already. Every time she’d finished saying ‘and in that moment, I realized how special you were to me and I’d love you forever, no matter what.’ She could tell that was AJ’s favorite bit. She was sure Javi would have loved teaching him to play baseball, and AJ would have loved to play baseball with him. And while Gabe wasn’t around anymore, she wanted to tell the little boy about Javi’s dorky nephew who taught her the obscure rules of Euchre. The book would make a nice birthday present for him, and he would use the blank pages to write or doodle whatever he wanted.

Of course, not all of her memories were pleasant. Actually, most of them were just the opposite.

Their adventures with the New Frontier and then the McCarroll ranch and all the nightmares that came with them would make up a horror book on its own. Honestly, she had something to fit almost every genre.

Aasim’s voice sounded in the background but she couldn’t distinguish any words.

‘Huh, what did you say?’

‘I said that you need to fix your dilemma with Louis first’ His tone changed into a stern one in half a second ‘I don’t want to see him suffer, Clem, so before you talk to him, you need to know exactly what you want’

‘Ok...’ Her mood dropped along with his voice.

‘Besides, you can’t write with a head full of confusion, so right after you solve your mess with him and you lovebirds finally get together, we get down to business. Literary business, that is’ He offered her half a smile, just to let her know it wasn’t his intention for his last words to come out mean or aggressive.

Suddenly, a wind blow from the south breathed through the dirt road, producing a shiver that took her already algid body by surprise.

‘We better hurry. You must be freezing’ Aasim observed with concern. She nodded, tightening her fingers around Chairles as an instinctive response to the cold air against her skin. She clenched her jaw as an effort to stop her teeth from chattering, but it was futile.

They hurried their steps and kept silent for some minutes.

‘We can’t get together, because I don’t like him’ She muttered softly. She tried to convince herself of the last statement by repeating it over and over in the form of a whisper, like a mantra she knew was a complete lie

‘Why deny it? The world already ended. It’s not like something worse is going to happen right after you realized you have feelings for him’

‘I have been on the road enough time to know that something terrible will happen if I let my emotions drive my actions. It’s not that I don’t like him...but I can’t. You wouldn’t get it…’

‘I know I have lived pretty much my entire life sheltered and I can’t possibly imagine all you have gone through, but I also know that staying true to your feelings is not the same as letting your emotions control every aspect of your life’

‘Yeah, maybe you’re right’ She was the one to offer him a weak apologetic smile now ‘That was nice advice, thanks’

They walked a little longer until Aasim heard the rattling of leaves behind them. He pointed the light to the source of the noise, only to find three walkers slowly limping their way out of the woods and into the road.

‘Hold this, point it at them’ He gave her the flashlight, put down the bucket and readied his bow to get rid of the incoming menace.

He was too focused shooting to notice a fourth walker approaching them from the opposite direction. He was mostly flesh and bones, but he was quicker than the rest

Clementine planted the flashlight in the ground for Aasim and ran to the stray walker, knocking him over with a strike of Chairles at the chest. Once down, she crushed his skull by beating him repeatedly with the wooden weapon.

‘Need any help?’ She rushed to his friend, ready to attack but he was already retrieving the three arrows he had used to get rid of the walkers. She stood in earnest admiration ‘You...decked three walkers by yourself…just like that?’ He turned to face her and gave her a tired smile in the middle of the duskiness.

You didn’t know I had it in me, did you?’

‘I’m actually really impressed’ They laughed, picked up the flashlight, the bucket and continued making their way to the school.

They walked for a while until they finally spotted the first traps hanging from the trees, welcoming them to the school surroundings.

‘We’re almost there, just a little further’ Aasim announced ‘Please, remember what I told you about Louis...and remember not to disclose anything I told you...’

‘You have given me a lot to think about, Aasim...and of course I won’t say a word to anyone about your little crush on Ruby

‘You just mentioned it’

‘I mean, starting now’

‘Just remember, Louis is an outstanding person when he wants to be, although he prefers to act stupid at times...and I think the same of you’

Clem raises an eyebrow

‘You think I am stupid?’

‘I think you choose to act stupid’ Clem shook her head, letting him know that wasn’t making it any better ‘...not always, though’ he added quickly ‘I’m just saying, you seem to love drowning in a glass of water’

‘I don’t think you can say that to me when you can’t even bring yourself to tell Ruby how you feel’

‘Can you please stop mentioning her? This is about you!’

‘Fine, fine…’

‘Look. You’ll know what to do. You’re a smart person and the music room will be always open for you to come and write your tales of horror, or whatever it is you want out of your mind’

‘I thought I had to tell you and you would write’

‘If I did that, I wouldn’t be helping you, now would I?’ He shook his head ‘No, if you want, I could read what you write and give you notes on what to improve. The mood of each story needs to be drenched in your own experiences and nobody can do that for you’

‘Thank you, for everything’ She gave him a warm, sincere smile, which he returned spontaneously.

Soon after, they found themselves in the clear, amongst the traps. In the distance, Aasim could see Mitch and Violet, probably keeping the area free of walkers until they arrive. He signaled them with the flashlight and they were met halfway.

‘You made it back’ Violet told Clementine, relieved.

‘We had some encounters, but it’s all good’ She answered, walking next to her

‘How did it go?’ Mitch asked. Aasim gave him the bucket of fish in response.

‘We’ll have a good dinner’ He smiled. Violet and Mitch shared a look

‘Everyone else ate already’ Violet told them

‘Well, not really everyone…’ Mitch added ‘Violet and I had dinner before coming here, but Louis and AJ refused to eat until you guys showed up’

Aasim glanced over at Clementine but she didn’t look back at him.

When they arrived at the gates, Clementine heard her name from above, but she couldn’t see anyone standing in the watchtower, she could only distinguished two different silhouettes moving in the dark.

AJ went down the ladder as fast as a bullet, eager to greet the girl. As soon as they crossed the gate, he tackled her and she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug as the rest of the teenagers gathered around Omar to ask for their share of food, complaining to Aasim about how long it took him and Clem to get back. The kid made their embrace last long enough to worry Clementine. He didn’t want to let go and she knew exactly what she did for him to act that way.

‘I’m sorry I yelled at you before’ She apologized gently ‘It wasn’t your fault’

‘I’m glad you’re back. Are you... safe?’

‘No bites’ She assured him smiling, and nodded the group ‘Aasim helped me get back fast’

‘Not fast enough…’ He mumbled almost bitterly ‘But I’m happy he helped you’

They stood up and walked closer to the benches

‘He’s great! He had already killed three walkers by the time I finished fighting just one with Louis’ chair leg’

‘Chairles’ AJ corrected, Clementine rolled her eyes, amused.

‘Right, right... Chairles. This thing is heavy and hard to use...But you should have seen Aasim with his bow’

‘I could have, but you didn’t let me’

‘Come on, kiddo, I apologized’

‘Yeah’ He laughed ‘But I’ll rub it in your face whenever I get the chance’

‘Oh really…? Then I’ll make sure that the tickle monster visits you every time you bring it up’

‘You know what? Nevermind’ AJ sat in one of the benches, apart from the rest. He wanted to eat with Clementine alone, and she was well aware of it, from the length of their hug back at the gates.

‘Don’t sit down just yet, go get our plates, I have to give this back to his owner’ She pointed at Chairles.

‘But I just sat…’ AJ grumbled under his breath..

‘Come on, I’m tired too’ She noticed him trying his best to hold back his attitude.

‘Okay’ He finally sighed, standing up again.

As he walked closer to the older kids, Clementine approached Louis with caution. He was sitting at a different table, eating alone.

‘Hey’ She greeted softly. As soon as he looked up at her, she looked down at her hands.

‘Hey’ He smiled, despite her evasive eyes ‘It was about time you guys showed up’

She put Chairles on the table.

‘I… brought it back’ He moved his eyes from the weapon to her uneasy stance. He noticed she was still wearing his coat, but didn’t mention it. She looked adorable like that, and as far as he was concerned, that was the opposite of a problem. Besides, she probably still needed it more than him.

‘Thanks, Clem…’ He breathed his words of gratefulness as he reached for her fingertips as a subtle reminder of his unchanging feelings towards her.

As soon as she felt his hand touching hers, her heart fluttered and she took a step back.

‘You’re welcome. I have to go’ She turned around as quickly as she spoke. He didn’t care, because he knew that deep down she felt the same.

‘I’ll see ya around’ He raised his voice to be heard in the increasing distance. Her answer was a look back and a vague waving of her hand. He was enraptured by her whole existence and the way she tried to act around him now, like they never lived all those meaningful moments in such a short amount of time.

‘Welcome back’ AJ smiled while scraping the sides of his bowl with a spoon ‘You took your time, I almost ate your food’ Clementine sat down in front of the boy, taking in the whole scene with raised eyebrows.

‘AJ! You didn’t wait for me? You ate all your food already...and I was gone for two minutes!’

‘I was hungry’ He protested, pouting ‘...I still am’

‘I know, I know…’ She had to remind herself to use her kind words.

‘I’m sorry, Clem’ He insisted, looking at her with his big eyes. She couldn’t resist his puppy eyes, and finally smiled at him.

‘AJ…‘ She began ‘About what happened today...I wasn’t mad at you at all, I was just…’

‘Don’t worry Clem, I know what happened’

‘You do?’ She froze with the spoon midway to her mouth

‘Yeah, Louis told me everything’

‘He did? Everything?’

AJ nodded enthusiastically. She panicked inside. How could Louis do such a thing?

‘Yeah, he told me he had to save you from a river shark after you fell into the river while fighting against five walkers that attacked you while you were fishing and that’s why you were cranky’

Of all the things that happened that day, that was the only sentence she didn’t expect to hear.

‘Excuse me AJ, I wasn’t listening...did you just say a shark?’

‘Yeah, he told me the whole name, even... but I can’t remember...it was uh, a great white river shark, I think, I’m not sure’ He explained as she glanced back at Louis, who was now accompanied by Aasim.

‘Yes, that’s exactly what happened’ She sentenced, focusing her attention back to her meal and hoping AJ wouldn’t ask further questions.

‘It was a very hard day for you’ He observed sympathetically

‘It kinda was…’ She agreed with a faint smile ‘How was your day, what did you do while I was gone?’

‘I spent the whole evening with Louis. He was walking around and I saw him while I was on lookout duty, I said hi to him and he offered to keep me company. It was nice, we talked about a lot of things’

‘I’m glad you had fun, kiddo’

AJ waited for her to finish her food. As soon as she stood up to clean, he took the bowls from her

‘Let me, you are more tired’ He ran away to wash the dishes before she could even answer.

She sat down again, unable to hide her surprise. She looked back at the boys at the next table. Aasim was finishing his food and Louis was tweaking and cleaning Chairles. They didn’t seem to be talking about anything in particular. She prayed they weren’t talking about her.

As she turned her head, she saw AJ running back to her

‘What do you want to do now?’ She told him, ready to indulge him with a whole hour of doodling if he wanted.

‘I want to go to bed. I’m beat…’ He admitted.

‘Oh, then...in that case, let’s go’

They started walking back to the dorms. AJ took her hand, taking her by surprise once again. She tightened her hand around his, as a way to reassure him everything was alright.

Clementine opened the big door to their room and AJ ran straight to his bed.

‘Clem…’

‘Yes, AJ?’ She sat down beside the little boy, already knowing what he was going to request.

‘Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?’

‘Of course...what will it be tonight? A story or a song?’ She asked as she cuddled him in a motherly fashion.

‘I just want you to be here…You don’t need to do or say anything’

She caressed his cheeks with the back of her hand, deeply endeared by his words

‘I’m here now’ She said softly as she watched him close his eyes.

The room felt enormous when it was pitch black and silent, but the warmth that they gave to each other gave them a sense of safety and hope for the future.

‘Clem…?’

His quiet call caught her dozing off

‘Hm?’

‘I was afraid today’ She held her breath ‘I wasn’t there to make sure you came back. I thought you...I wouldn’t know what to do if you died...’

‘Hush, now’ Her voice lowered as soon as she heard herself in his voice ‘You know exactly what to do if something bad happens to me and I’ve prepared you to go on without me eventually. We’ve discussed this a thousand times’ His upset silence let her know once more what his opinion on her backup plan was ‘I know it’s not a pleasant conversation to have, but I need to be sure you’ll know what to do in every possible scenario, starting with the possibility of us separating again, maybe forever’

‘I guess…’

‘Alvin Junior…’ She warned

‘I know, Clem, I know…’ He huffed, turning on the bed to face the wall

Clementine sighed and tried to choose her next words more carefully to avoid upsetting the boy even more, but before she could even open her mouth to answer, he broke silence once more.

‘Can we stop talking about this, please?’ His lips quivered as he spoke, fighting back honest tears of embarrassment ‘I just wanted to let you know how I felt about you leaving...’

She felt him sniffle and cry silent tears in the dark. Her first reaction was to hold him tight to comfort him just like she used to do when he was just a small baby in the midst of the constantly decaying world.

‘I’m sorry…’ She kissed the back of his head ‘It won’t happen again’

‘I love you Clem’ He wiped away his tears, regaining control of himself.

‘I love you back’ She whispered her usual response ‘Try and rest…’

He remained silent for several minutes, lost in his many grim thoughts and the secretes he shared with Louis in Clementine’s absence.

‘You smell funny’ He yawned before finally giving in to his exhaustion.

‘Well, that’s a weird way to end an argument…’ She muttered to the already sleeping boy.

She closed her eyes for several minutes, basking in the unusual peace that the silence brought along with the deep darkness of the night. She waited to fall asleep, but some thoughts were still running wild inside her mind. She made sure AJ was fast asleep and sat up on the bed to make a final reflection on everything lived during the day. She looked down at herself and immediately remembered she was wearing a certain piece of clothing that didn’t belong to her; the only thing that AJ clearly couldn’t recognize as hers.

She held the lapels, brought them closer to her face and inhaled. It did smell funny. A mixture of smoke and the usual mustiness that was ever present in old clothes. Years of having to change her attire due to her constantly developing body had made her grow accustomed of that smell. However, there was one distinctive scent she couldn’t quite recognize; it was slightly citric, but also had a slight hint of spices; a rare combination for such an old coat. Not that she complained. It‘s very Louis, she thought, breathing in again, recalling every pleasant memory she had with him.

She looked over at AJ, thinking it wouldn’t hurt to leave him for a couple of minutes to return the borrowed garment.

She lit the candle and made her way out of the room quietly, trying not to bump into anything in the half dark space.

She carefully closed the sturdy door and made her way to Louis’ room, thinking over and over about all the pros and cons that came along as consequences of her actions. Every step she walked closer to him, she convinced herself it was a good idea to leave her deeply rooted fears behind, stop acting like a feeble kid and let new adventures find them as the strong team she knew they were.

She stopped in front of a big wooden door, hoping it was the correct one.

She didn’t knock. Instead, she opened the door slightly and slided in as quietly as she could. She walked closer, making sure he was alone.

The room was a complete mess, at least as far as she could see. She looked for him in the darkness and found him sleeping sprawled on one of the beds with his face buried in the pillows. Smiling at the scene, she stepped closer, but tripped over Chairles, making Louis jolt awake.

‘Huh, wha-who’s there?’ He tried to look around with his eyes still half closed.

‘Shh, don’t yell…’ She whispered, leaving the candle on his desk ‘It’s me, Clementine’

‘Clem!’

In his state between dream and reality, he tried to stand up without stepping out of the bunk bed and hit himself in the head with the frame.

The sound of his forehead hitting the metal structure made Clementine cringe and rush next to him

‘Ah, fuck fuck fuck…’ He swore, curling up in pain with his eyes shut close as he pressed his hands against his forehead.

‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…let me see’ She climbed on the bed to move his hands away and press her fingers against his now tender forehead, trying to measure the damage taken.

‘Ow, ow...careful…’

‘That’s going to look really ugly if we don’t apply cold right now’ She observed.

‘Don’t worry I’m going to look like a unicorn no matter what…it’s not the first time this happens, but it always hurts’ He said, sitting up again to face her

‘What do you mean it’s not the first time it happens?’

He shrugged, making her glance at his freckled shoulders. She thought her day was already done with these little surprises, but she was clearly wrong.

‘I’m a light sleeper, it actually happens more often that I’d like to admit’

‘You sleep shirtless…’ She looked away, notoriously blushing

‘What?’ He looked down at himself ‘Oh…yeah, I do’ He reached over and grabbed the tattered shirt that was sitting next to his pillow

‘I’m sorry I came here so late’ She apologized without taking her eyes off the flickering candle

‘Time is never a problem when it comes to you’ He said, trying to sound smooth as he struggled to slide into his clothes in the dark.

She giggled, no longer being able to pretend she wasn’t fascinated by his sleepy voice or his shoulders specked with freckles all over.

‘I’m here to give you back this old thing’ She stood up, took off the old coat and handed it over to Louis ‘By the way, it’s super hard to run in it’

‘That’s because it’s not made for tiny girls’

‘You’re the worst’ She laughed

He looked down at it, then back at her and without taking her gaze off of her, he threw it behind him

‘Thank you’ He smiled, well aware she wasn’t there just for that. He stood up in front of her ‘I see you have your hat back, too’

‘I do, how perceptive of you’

Louis took it off of her and put it on his head. She didn’t protest. She wore his stupid coat the whole day, it was only fair to let him try the hat on for a couple of minutes, at least.

‘How do I look?’ He smiled

‘I like your hair up, better than trapped in a hat’ She admitted, taking the old accessory off of him and tossing it over his coat.

He appreciated her tender honesty, smiling at her.

‘Well, I have my coat back, you have your hat back...is there anything else to be said between us?’

Clementine crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him.

‘OK, fine...I think there are still some unsaid things since this afternoon’

‘I agree’ He smiled triumphantly ‘So...what’s going on in that head of yours?’

Clementine gulped and sighed, trying to remain as calm as she could.

‘I think I’m ready to face my fears head on…’

‘My darling Clem...I’m concussed and I just woke up…’ He faked a frown ‘Can you be a little more clear?’

She closed her eyes, this time to gather some patience. She knew he had understood her well.

‘What I’m trying to say is that I want to give us a chance’

His face lit up but still played along

‘But when you say give us a chance, you mean…?’

She rolled her eyes and leaned over to kiss him. He breathed in through his nose at the surprisingly warm touch of her lips. As she pulled back, she could see him looking at her with joyful beaming eyes. He held her hand in his and this time she didn’t back away. Instead, she let him lead her beside him. She studied him longingly as she put one of his dreadlocks behind his ear and cupped his cheek ever so gently, just like he did to her back at the river. He closed his eyes as she ran a single finger across his freckles, tracing the form of his nose and his eyebrows.

He opened his eyes again and to his amusement, he found her lost in his features. ‘You’re so beautiful…’ She whispered as he pulled her closer and brushed his mouth against her lower lip.

‘Right back at ya’ He smiled against her skin, receiving her soft pecks across his jaw line.

It was nice to feel cherished that way, with just the right amount of passion, alone and away from the crumbling world.

She put her head on his shoulder and sighed against his neck, giving him goosebumps all over.

‘I have to go back…’ She murmured glumly

‘What’s your rush, Cinderella?’ He hummed while running his fingers through her hair‘It’s not midnight, yet’

‘It’s way past midnight and,besides... promised AJ I’d be there’

‘Well, he is asleep, right?’

‘He’s actually a very light sleeper...Just like you’

‘Come on, Clem…’ He pleaded softly, kissing the corner of her mouth ‘Stay a little longer?’

‘I’m sorry…If you want, you can come over and keep me company while I watch over him’ She stood up and took the candle from the desk. He rested his back on the wall, considering her offer.

Just as she turned around, the door opened.

‘Hi, Louis...I can’t find Clem...have you seen her?’ AJ peeked over, but they could only identify his worried voice

‘Hey, little dude…’ He waved, smiling kindly at the boy like he always did..

‘I’m here, kiddo’ Clementine put the candle back on the desk and sat on the bed in the same position as Louis, patting the space between them, as an invitation to join them.

‘Clem! I woke up and you weren’t there’ He frowned as he climbed on and sat in between Louis and her ‘You promised me you wouldn’t leave again’

‘Funny how she never stays in one place, huh…’ Louis eyed her over the little boy, making her shake her head. AJ welcomed the joke with a small chortle.

‘Sorry, goofball…I wanted to return Louis’ coat, since you complained that it smelled funny’

‘Hey, I resent that’ He nudged at the kid, playfully.

‘I for one, think it doesn’t smell as bad as it looks, but buddy here confessed he didn’t like it just as he was falling asleep’

‘I don’t remember doing that’ AJ crossed his arms

‘The funny smell could be a perfume I found years ago in the headmaster’s office. I liked how it smelled, so I kept it...and I wear it..you know, in rare occasions. It makes me feel good about myself’ He confessed ‘Don’t tell anyone though...if anyone found out, I’d have to kick you out in a second, and I don’t any of us would like that very much’

The three of them laughed at the slim possibility of that ever happening.

‘I think you’d miss us too much, and would go look for us right after’

‘And I’d have to save you from hordes of walkers’

‘Yeah, right, you saving me...’

AJ didn’t understood at all the small banter between them, but wanted to contribute to the conversation as well

‘Like when he saved you from the five walkers and the great white river shark, remember, Clem? He interjected enthusiastically.

‘You saved me from the shark and all of the walkers…? I actually forgot about that!’ She spout sarcastically with her eyes fixed on his.

He shrugged apologetically as AJ kept on talking

‘That’s maybe because you’re too tired Clem, we should go back to sleep’ He got down the bed and held the girl’s hand.

‘You’re right, AJ’ She reached for her hat and followed him ‘Maybe a little rest will make my memory better’

‘Wait, guys’ Louis stopped them on their way out ‘Do you wanna crash here for the night?’

‘Really, we can stay here?’ AJ’s smiled bloomed instantly as he looked at Clementine. He made little to no effort to hide his admiration towards the freckled young man.

‘Sure you can, little dude! Climb aboard!’

The boy ran back to the bed and lay down, already closing his eyes to sleep. Louis laid his jacket over AJ before looking up at his beloved girl.

‘What say you, Queen Clementine?’ He acted out with his arm extended to her as AJ encouraged him with another small giggle ‘Are you in?’

‘Okay…’ She blew out the small light of the candle ‘If it makes him so happy to waste his time with you…’ She took his hand and lay down next to AJ.

‘Some might say he’s not the only one who likes to waste his time with me’ He lovingly interlocked his fingers with hers into a relaxed lace, cuddling the boy as he peacefully drifted into the land of dreams. They stared into each other’s eyes, under the poor lighting offered by the growing moon through the semi boarded window. Clementine was the second to fall asleep, soon after AJ.

Louis remained awake as long as his body allowed him, wondering what he did to get such incredible company that night. That was the best the three of them had slept in months.

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Review on “Playful parenting” chp1–chp2

Why we need playing in parent-kid connection?

Play is kid's language. Most times, kids cannot say "I've had a hard day today in school". Rather, they would say "Play with me for a while." In this way, kids are expressing their emotion, and asking help from us.

That is why we need to play with them to learn their language. Victor就是这样，跟他玩的好，玩得开心，他就跟谁亲，这是建立亲密关系的key。而不是谁陪得多，谁就亲，还真不是。质量更重要。

Twin towers in parenting:

build connection between kid and parent

Build self-confidence for kids

Play is the tool to build the twin towers for kids and parents.

有什么游戏建立connection：

fill-up with mommy's love：“Linda made up a game that they called fill-up. She would take each child on her lap and say that she was going to fill them up with Mommy love. She would start at their toes, work her way up, and end with a kiss on top of their heads. Then she added another element—the love egg. Do you know that trick where you pretend to crack an egg over someone's head by gently tapping them on the head and then spreading your fingers down their hair? She would call this the love egg and crack it over them, spreading more love. Both older kids loved this and wanted to do it every day. This five-minute game helped them to be able to play on their own and with each other while their mom was busy with the baby; it also helped them to be loving and warm toward the baby instead of resentful and aggressive.” Excerpt From: Cohen, Lawrence J. “Playful Parenting.”

swing，pretend to fall down

Victor跑到两人中间，看爸爸妈妈谁先grab him first

有什么游戏建立self-confidence，feeling of power：

swing，pretend to fall down

Victor跑到两人中间，看爸爸妈妈谁先grab him first

当孩子对游戏有点失去兴趣的时候：

可以搭手脚架，给游戏提升难度，利用想象力，involve别的人，和别人合作，adaptive。

怎么表达我们的要求呢？如果我们想让孩子这么做，而孩子想那么做，怎么办？

punishment or ignorance won't work, and also hurts Victor. 但也不能漠视也不能纵容。如果你跟他说“不可以”。他只有“服从”和“反抗”这两个选择。而陪他一起玩，可以至少不在对立面地引导他出来，和引导他思考他自己的行为。

就pretend我在陪伴他（David妈妈），就假装给他一个chocolate豆子吃，假装他已经搭了一个巨大巨大的房子。或者Victor先去睡一觉，等Victor睡好了有力气了，Victor建一个大大大的房子，好吗？这样行吗？试一试

David妈妈要去打球，David粘着妈妈，David妈妈假装陪着David一起睡觉，大声打呼。用玩的方式pretend what kids want.“ I could tell this was going to escalate into a major power struggle, and I didn't have the heart to peel him off me and hand him over to his baby-sitter. Instead of pulling away from David, I lifted him up and carried him to the couch. ‘Okay,' I told him happily, ‘I won't play tennis. I'll stay here with you and take a nap. I'm soooo tired. What a comfy pillow.' I yawned and lay down on top of him and pretended to snore loudly. He began laughing and putting his hand over my mouth to quiet me. I pretended to wake up and look around, saying, ‘Where's David? This sure is a lumpy pillow, and squiggly, too!' Then I pretended to go back to sleep, using him as a pillow and snoring some more.” “After a few minutes' more giggling, David pushed me off him and said, ‘Go, go—late for your play date.' We had a really sweet hug good-bye at the door, and he had a fine time without me. When I came home, he had drawn a picture of me playing tennis。Excerpt From: Cohen, Lawrence J. “Playful Parenting.”

玩pillow fight: 既能对孩子表达出我们的不满，又能用play的形式，就不是特别地伤人。可以用pillow fight来惩罚孩子。getting lecture, punishment or an end to playtime 都不是特别好的办法。pillow fight我可以发泄我的愤怒，告诉他��不喜欢他这么做，而且还很好玩。“Idiot！” "What did you call me?" point out where is most stumy.

pretend we are very mad because Emma is very slow, pretend the things already happen

Pretend dolls, make up doll dialogue to say what the kid wants to say：“nasty voice), “Oh, she can't get dressed by herself; she doesn't know how to get dressed by herself.” Then I made the other one say (in a cheerfully encouraging voice), “She can so; she really can do it.” And then the first one would say, “Oh no, that's ridiculous; she's just five years old, she can't get dressed by herself.” The nasty doll would always somehow happen not to be watching as Emma dressed herself. This doll would say, “You see, she didn't get dressed by herself,” and the other one would yell back, “She did so! You weren't paying attention!”可以pretend the doll to say out what kid wants to say. Or help them express their feelings.

用类比的宝宝喜欢的游戏：比如洗澡不愿意出来的时候“3-2-1，火箭发射！”

可以唱出你的命令

当孩子表现出不想和我们玩的时候：

大部分情况是他们其实很想跟我们玩，只是心口不一。

还有就是他对自己不自信，比如对自己的球技不自信。

这个时候要学会translate他们的signal：Example:

The original version: Whenever he walks into the after-school program, a six-year-old boy hits his favorite teacher and then runs under the table.

The translation: “I want to get close to you, but closeness is scary for me. Besides, I'm angry and you probably hate angry kids, so I'll hate you first.” The thoughtful response: “You know, I wonder if you hit me and then run under the table because you kind of want to get close to me, but you're kind of not sure. How about if we shake hands or give each other the high five whenever you come into the room?” The original version: “This homework is stupid.” The translation: “I'm frustrated because I haven't mastered fractions yet. Can you help me?” The thoughtful response: “I'd love to help you with fractions.” The original version: “I hate you!” The translation: “I haven't figured out yet how to be mad at somebody I love; it's confusing.” The thoughtful response: “I love you, and I get confused, too, when I'm mad at somebody I love.”

“Another time to try to translate in this fashion is when children's behavior just doesn't seem to make sense. In order to find the sense, we have to tune in carefully. In a seminar for after-school teachers, Frank brought up a difficulty he was having. He has an artificial eye, and many of the children ask him about it. He reported that he has no trouble with this, and he gave great examples of talking about it at just the right level for children of different ages, from kindergartners up to fourth-graders. The difficulty was that many of these children would keep asking him about it over and over and over. At first he would go through it again, assuming they had forgotten the details of the story. But after a while it began to feel annoying and intrusive. Besides, he didn't understand why the kids did that, and as a veteran teacher, that was troubling to him. He was reluctant to suggest that the kids were just being obnoxious, but I could sense that he was leaning in that direction. From the way Frank talked about the situation, I guessed that the children experienced a very close, warm bond with him when he told them the story. Later, wanting to experience another shared moment with him, they ask for the same story again. Children rarely say, “Hey, that was great, let's do something else.” They almost always say, “Let's do that again.” We talked about a few ways to tune in and translate what these children might really be saying. I'll just give a couple of our ideas here: The original version: “What happened with your eye?” (asked for fourth time) Translation, version 1: “Hey, Frank, remember that wonderful moment we shared last month when you told me about your eye? I felt so good that you answered me in such a relaxed, honest way instead of telling me it wasn't any of my business, and I felt really close to you. Could we do that again?” The thoughtful response: “I already told you that story a few times, so let's do something else fun together.” Translation, version 2: “I have all kinds of fears and worries and anxieties about people getting sick or getting hurt, either me or people I care about. It's hard to talk about these things. I don't like to let on that I'm scared, and I don't want anyone to think I'm being silly to worry about it. So instead of bringing up my worries directly, I'm going to ask you about your eye again. You see, when you talked to me about your eye, I could tell that you were someone who is calm and relaxed about this topic.” The thoughtful response: “I see you're real interested in my eye. Since you keep asking me to tell you about it, I'm guessing maybe you have some other questions or thoughts that we haven't ever had a chance to talk about.”Excerpt From: Cohen, Lawrence J. “Playful Parenting.”

当孩子有aggresive的举动的时候，

Firstly play with them the same game，当表现出aggressive的时候，took a break, and then went back to playing.

好的游戏是很具象地表达意思（有时候是很抽象的意思），By pretending, we can recreate the scene. 比如：

filling with mommy's love

swing的游戏，cousin

David妈妈枕在David身上打呼噜的游戏

lava game: My friends Laurie and David, a single mother and her ten-year-old son, have for years been playing what they call the lava game. In the lava game they wrestle on the bed, pretending that the floor is covered with molten lava. The goal of the game is to stay safely on the bed instead of falling into the lava. When Laurie told me about this game, I was struck by one thing she said: “Sometimes we rescue each other and sometimes we push each other in.” When I asked her more about it, I could see that they used this game to address important themes in David's life, such as loss, danger, rescue, and aggression. Without thinking much about it, the two of them adjust the game to the prevailing emotions of the moment. That's tuning in.”Excerpt From: Cohen, Lawrence J. “Playful Parenting.”

大J跟小D解释 change：用蝴蝶的蜕变表示“change”

Victor妈妈的一点想法：

我觉得教育孩子最终的目标是要孩子能自己identify their emotion，理解、安放他们的情绪，express their emotion。而在他们还不能清晰完整地表达他们的情绪需求的时候，我们要帮助他们identify，处理、安放和表达他们的情绪，through playing and expressing their feeling, discussing with them about their feelings. Kids playing is like adults talking.

不要只看到孩子的behavior，然后给贴标签，一贴上标签就把孩子推到对立面了。

看到了孩子的behavior，要猜测孩子内心的情绪，教他表达，和他探讨他的情绪和背后的情感需求以及将来再次面对这种情绪的strategy。

能总结出孩子在做的事情，用肢体语言（舞蹈）、画画和语言表达。锻炼语言表达和逻辑思维能力。

散点：

We are mad because we reach the end of our rope.

等Victor长大了，可以listening to a child's fears and dreams before bed

Others of us may be unable to put aside our competitiveness or our need to be in control. 他奶奶就这样

表扬他的努力和不停try的坚持和勇气：nice catch，good try。而不是Victor真聪明之类的。

孩子是父母的镜子：孩子哪里做的不好，父母首先要反思自己这方面是怎么做的，是不是我们没做好？“I told you to throw it lower—you never listen to me!” In this case, the child seemed to be using the game as a way to release a pile of hurt feelings that had nothing to do with baseball.”

好的游戏是free，spontaneous, imaginary的，而不是坐在电视机前被动地接收信号。

大部分时候孩子可以自己玩，只有特殊的时候需要额外的介入和关注：比如不自信，很难入群，以及搬家、父母大吵、上幼儿园。

Reference:

1. “Playful parenting” by Lawrence J. Cohen, 2001

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