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master-sass-blast · 5 years ago

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Wet T-Shirt Contest

This was written and edited on Benadryl. Goob luck.

Summary: You beat the heat again --and get very wet in the process.

Rating: G. This is a wholesome fic. Basically no warnings.

Pairings: Piotr Rasputin x Reader.

Set after “Suck It.”

Taglist: @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie, @super-darkcloudstudent, @girl-obsessed-with-things

You’re dying.

Well, okay, you’re not dying –but you’re suffering enough that you may as well be.

The heat wave is still marching on, scorching everything in its reach and making your life exceptionally miserable. It’s too hot to be outside most of the day –and forget flying, because you’re liable to get burnt.

Worse still, the weathermen were wrong about the rain; there hasn’t been so much as a wisp of a cloud in sight for days. The normally well-kept gardens that dot Xavier’s property are taking it on the chin as the landscapers and residents do their best to keep up with the sun’s oppressive reign.

Thus, you’ve been cooped inside, relegated to languishing indoors while the thermometers tick ever higher.

And you are bored out of your skull. There’s only so much drawing, sparring, TV watching, cooking, general mischief-ing, and fucking –yes, you even have your limits there—you can do before you start losing your mind.

But, just when you thought your brain was going to start leaking out your ears, relief presented itself in the opportunity of pranking your beloved boyfriend, Piotr (aka Colossus).

As it so happens, it’s been dry enough and hot enough that there’s an official fire risk warning. Fireworks have been banned by the local authorities (and even Wade is following it, which means it’s serious), the fire chiefs have advised avoiding grilling, and Russell and all other fire mutations have been on a strict “indoors only” restriction to avoid any sort of random incident.

And, as it also so happens, the wooded area at the back of Xavier’s property has a fair amount of brush in it. Very good for maintaining the natural hummus and the animals that live there, very bad for fire situations.

And, as it also (also) so happens, there’s a limited number of people that can handle being out in this kind of heat while clearing the brush –and one of them is your boyfriend.

Fortunately, for your steel sweetheart, his armor also leaves him relatively invulnerable to temperature spikes. His armor might get extremely cold or extremely hot –which presents various challenges and dangers to those around him—but he himself suffers no ill effects from the temperature shifts, including when he armors back down. Combined with the fact that his mutation includes having a lower dose of exhaustion chemicals running through his system while armored up, and there’s really only one candidate for the job.

He’d still opted for today, when the temperature index had lowered a little –not by much, albeit—to clear out the worst of the brush, which had given you time to prepare.

It hadn’t taken much to sell the more playful of the adult residents, the college students that summer at Xavier’s, and the permanent residents on the idea. Apparently, you’d all been going a little stir crazy.

The lot of you have prepared for the entire week. Water balloons. Getting the hoses set up. Squirt guns. Moving the sprinklers. Everything you could possibly need for a massive water fight, you have.

It’s basically a wet t-shirt contest, and your boyfriend is the primary target.

You stifle a giggle as you crouch behind a bush, alongside Ellie and Kitty. You’ve got a stash of squirt guns and a bucket of water balloons between the three of you, and you’re ready to wreak some serious havoc.

Piotr emerges from the tree line at the back of the property, already armored down and clad in a white t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. He doesn’t look too much worse for wear, but he doesn’t look like he’s enjoying the heat, either.

“Alright, remember: I’m gonna get him first, and then you come out with everyone else once the sprinklers go off.”

“Totally,” Kitty says, bobbing along to whatever song is blasting through her earbuds at the moment.

You regard her for a moment, then turn to Ellie. “Okay, you remember.”

Ellie smirks and nods.

You grin back, grab a couple water balloons, then dart towards Piotr.

He sees you coming –you’re not trying to be stealthy either—then shouts when the first water balloon hits him square in the chest. He raises his hands, laughing as he tries to block your shots, but he’s kind of hard to miss.

He regards his now soaked shirt once you run out of balloons with a chuckle, then looks up at you with a mischievous grin. “Hug time.”

“No!” You squeal and try to turn, but between his stride and his long arms, he doesn’t have trouble catching you (not that you were really trying to escape in the first place). You squirm against his chest as he scoops you into his arms. “Babe! No!”

Piotr merely kisses your cheek. “Now we are both wet.”

“You always get me wet, baby,” you tease. You loop your arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him—

And then the sprinklers turn on.

He yelps and almost drops you when he gets hit square in the back with a jet of cold water. “D’ermo!”

Everyone else bursts out from their respective hiding place then, shrieking with delight, firing squirt guns, and pelting each other and you and Piotr with water balloons.

You laugh, grab a water balloon, and pelt Piotr straight upside the head.

He sputters and swipes at his face, then grins at you and gives chase again.

It’s nothing short of spectacular. There’s water everywhere. The entire yard devolves into complete chaos as everyone slips and skids all over the place. Water balloons sail through the air, littering the grass with neon colored bits of plastic after they burst. Squirt guns are fired and refilled –and a few tossed aside after they flat out refuse to work.

It’s amazing.

By the time the sprinklers shut off, you’re all soaked, panting, and feeling much better from having been cooped up all week.

Piotr starts picking up the worst of the water balloon remains and tossing them in one of the empty buckets while the others start migrating towards the house. “Did you plan this?”

“It started as a way to prank you,” you admit, not the least bit sheepish. “And then it turned into a good way to relieve some cabin fever, considering we’ve all been stuck inside with this heat wave going on.”

“Well, it was very good idea, myshka,” he says as he tries to wipe his hands dry on his shirt, then stops when he realizes his shirt is wetter than his hands. “Though I think I will need to change now.”

You cock your head to the side and admire the way his shirt, now basically see through, clings to his pecs and reveals the varying lines of his chiseled musculature. “I don’t know. I kind of like it this way.”

He smirks and lets his gaze flit over your body –which is when you realize your shirt is equally as wet, clinging to the curves of your waist like a second skin and showing off the lines of your bra in full detail. “I figured as much.”

“Well, duh.” You grin cheekily at him. “We should probably get dried off, though.” You hold your hand out to him. “Care to help me?”

He grins and scoops you into his arms, carrying you back to the house bridal-style. “It would be my sincerest pleasure, moya lyubov’.”

You giggle as you wind your arms around his neck, then lean in to kiss him.

#sass writes #piotr rasputin x reader #colossus x reader #i really do love writing summer fics #they're so wholesome and fun #unless i write about popsicles lol #but the other stuff is really wholesome and fun #x men fanfiction #deadpool fanfiction

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sideb1txh-blogs · 4 years ago

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yayy that's great cause i have a murasakibara request 👉🏻👈🏻 him and the reader are in the same class but aren't really close. one day the reader brings some gummies and sneakily eats them in class and murasakibara sees them cause he sits near and asks for some. they end up on a competition with who can bring the most ridiculous snacks to class (and sharing them) without being caught and then they kind of go on a date or smth fluffy at the end. thank you if you decide to write it 🖤

Sharing is Caring

murasakibara x reader

contains- fluffy fluff (hopefully)

word count- ??? (i’ll keep track next time)

i’m horrified of writing a character wrong so i studied up on him... i hope you like this i tried to make it fluffy and cute but uh yeah enjoy! :3 (lol not me getting too lazy to indent as the story goes on 😅)

You keep your gaze forward to look at the chaulk board, slowly slipping gummies into your mouth when your teacher wasn’t looking.

However, someone else had noticed.

A psst startles you and you quickly hide all evidence of the candy in your sweater pocket. You hear another longer and louder PSSSST, this time making you turn around. You look up to see Murasakibara.

What does he want?

After all, you’ve been sitting beside him since the beginning of the year and you guys never spoke a word to each other. Honestly, you’d be lying if you had said he didn’t slightly scare you, he’s a giant with purple hair.

lLooking at you suspiciously, he says, “I saw you eat candy... Can I have some?”

You just look at him incredulously. All he wants is a gummy?

“Um... Uh... sure.”

You quickly hand him a gummy and he smiles.

“Thank you... Wait what’s your name?” he starts to think with a blank face while you just sit there in disbelief.

“y/n.” You reply still in shock. Again, he’s been sitting next to you for months.

“Oh right,” he says with a smile “y/n-chin.”

You notice something in his pocket, something shiny and colorful...

“Hey but now that I gave you candy, don’t you think you should share yours?”

He looks at you, then squints, then frowns.

“Fine.” He said with a puff.

He reaches into his pockets and passes you a candy. You grin and thank him.

“Hm looks like you aren’t as sneaky as me though.”You say with a sly smile.

He narrows his eyes and you think you should’ve just stayed quiet.

“I am way more sneaky then you, y/n-chin, you got caught!”

“Not by the teacher, and I caught you too!”

“We’ll see about that.”

Tap. Tap.

You both look up to see your teacher, visably annoyed.

The next day, you sit down and see Murasakibara grinning like a psycho. He gestures his lap and you see a box of popsicles.

“You’re a mad man,” you start, “they’re gonna melt.”

He freezes for a moment, then quickly opens a package and shoves the popsicle into his mouth, biting it like a heathen. You try to stifle your laughter, but a few giggles are let out, the rest of the class turns towards you. You blush but then realize that he had already finished the popsicle and was moving on to the next one.

Looking at him wide eyed you ask, “How? What? I’m so lost.” You say stuttering.

He sticks out his tongue and declares his victory, “Are you sad that I beat you?”

You just look up at him and smile. You’ll show him.

For the next few weeks you two bring in snacks, often eating them together, trying to see who would get caught first. One day you bring in a bunch of bags of chips, another, he brings in boxes of Pocky. This goes on for a while, you two getting riskier and riskier when it comes to the amount of snacks brought, when you ate them, or just the snack itself.

About a month later, Murasakibara decides to bring a bag of candy, hard candy, with the wrappers twisted on the sides.

You scoff, “Unless you have like ten bags of those, they are NOT going to beat yesterday.”

Yesterday, you brought in a small container of jam and bread to make a sandwich. How bold.

He had no response to that... strange. At this point, you knew him well enough to know that he’d normally get aggravated after getting provoked.

“Whatever.” He says dismissively, “Try this one it’s my favorite flavor.”

He hands you a candy wrapped in red plastic with a strawberry design on it. With a small smile, you unwrap the candy to find a rolled up piece of paper. You glance up to see him staring at you. You unravel the note and start reading.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

You whip your head up, him looking at you expectantly.

“Hmm, I guess I will.” You say as your smile widens.

He pouts slightly.

“I was joking! I’d love to Murasak-”

“Ahem.” Your teacher clears their throat, but it’s clearly aimed at you two from accords the room. “This is your first warning.”

Slightly embarrassed, your faces reddens.

“Atsushi,” he whispers, looking down.

“Hm?” You didn’t hear him that well “Can you repeat yourself?”

“Atsushi, my name it’s Atsushi.” he says louder looking away from you.

“I can’t wait... now give me more candy, sharing is caring Atsushi!”

random a/n- i had to re-edit everything because i forgot to press save 😐 i hope this is what you were hoping for :)) OH and i couldn’t think of a date that made me satisfied so if i do eventually i’ll just make a part 2!

#murasakibara x reader #knb x reader #knb fluff #knb x you #knb x y/n #knb fanfic #i hope i did this right #🧸.fluff

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purplesurveys · 2 years ago

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Which state do you consider to be the most boring state? North Dakota, for sure. It's an area twice the size of Portugal yet there's hardly anything there. Nearly 90% of the state is just farm fields or open ranch land. < There we go then. I hardly know anything about the US but this seems to sum it up pretty well; I will say I even looked North Dakota up to check and it really said it’s one of the least-visited states by tourists, haha.

Did you ever own a Koosh ball? Uh, probably a knockoff. Those were usually given as a prize in arcades or as a giveaway from birthday parties, yeah.

If any chef from the Food Network could cater your wedding, who would it be? I never tuned into that channel much so I’m not familiar with their chefs. All I know is I want to try Gordon Ramsay’s recipes at least once in my life.

Do you remember Krum from Aaahhh! Real Monsters? No. I’m not part of the generation that watched that show.

What's the last thing you ate that was red? The spicy Korean fried chicken we had last night.

Do you remember the first time you ever went into the ocean? Not sure about ocean, but the beach yes. I was 11, it was also my first trip that required a plane ride and we had gone to Boracay. I wasn’t sold by the waves at first and wasn’t for a while, but I started to finally see the appeal of the sea in the latter parts of my teenage years.

Have you ever stolen from your parents? Never. Apart from knowing that they would eventually find out anyway, it’s just something I could never do to them.

If you owned a dalmation, what would you name him/her? I never pick names for pets just because I happen to like those names; I have to get to know them first and see some of their quirks before I land on one.

What Asian country would you like to visit the most? Why? Out of the ones I haven’t been to yet, India and Thailand. I want to know more about their cultures and also try the local street food.

Have you ever thought that a passer by was the one? That has never happened and my demisexuality also wouldn’t let that happen ever, lol.

Ever told someone that your fake jewelery was really real? Nah. Did you ever watch The Adventures of Alex Mack? I’ve never even heard of that.

Who has the worst public restrooms? I avoid gas station restrooms unless I’m on a really long roadtrip and need to go. I also don’t go to the restrooms of fast food restaurants.

What did you use gel pens for? I mainly used those as a kid for decorative or doodling purposes. I never used them in school or for writing letters and such.

On what pages of the yearbook are you on? I’m not sure about the pages, but my placement depended on year level at the time. Our yearbooks followed a format wherein graduating seniors were showed first, then the Grade 7 graduates, then the Prep graduates; then what followed was a quick line-up of class photos from the undergraduate batches.

Name a car that's made in the US. Ford is US-based, right? Let’s go with that.

What is Botox made from? It's short for Botulinum toxin, but I had to look up what it's actually made from. "A toxin produced by the bacterium Clostridium botulinum," according to my brief Googling. < Okay, there you have it!

What country music star should be honored in the Hall of Fame? I’m not into country so I don’t have a good grasp of who the best singers/bands in the genre are.

Would you eat cat food for $500? If it was like a spoonful then yeah. But if I had to eat a full bowl of it, I’d pass. Who is the last person you smelled? Angela’s dad after he sprayed perfume on himself earlier.

Do you like going to the dentist? Sure, I’ve never had a problem with it.

Have you ever smelled a dairy farm? I don’t think so.

Name a song that got overplayed really fast. Waka Waka. Have you ever had an ultrasound? Nope.

Do you shop at Payless? I don’t.

What Friends character are you most like? Rachel.

When's the last time you had a popsicle? A few months ago.

#survey #surveys

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inwintersolitude · 2 years ago

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- June 19th 2022 -

Did you ever own a Koosh ball? Yep I had one as a kid.

If any chef from the Food Network could cater your wedding, who would it be? I haven't watched the Food Network in so long that I can't name any of the chefs on those shows. Plus I'm already married.

Do you remember Krum from Aaahhh! Real Monsters? Barely.

What's the last thing you ate that was red? Strawberries.

Do you remember the first time you ever went into the ocean? Nope, my first few beach vacations were when I was a baby.

Have you ever stolen from your parents? No.

If you owned a dalmation, what would you name him/her? I wouldn't own a dalmatian.

What Asian country would you like to visit the most? Why? Either Bhutan, Mongolia, or Japan. I think the culture of each place looks very interesting, and they all have beautiful landscapes.

Have you ever thought that a passer by was the one? Nope.

Ever told someone that your fake jewelery was really real? Nope.

Did you ever watch The Adventures of Alex Mack? Maybe. I vaguely remember that show but I don't think I watched it more than a few times, if ever.

Who has the worst public restrooms? Like what business/restaurant? I don't know. I almost never use public restrooms unless I'm traveling.

What did you use gel pens for? What did I last use them for? Writing on my wall calendar, I think. On what pages of the yearbook are you on? Haha I have no idea. My yearbooks have been in a storage bin for 14+ years LOL. Name a car that's made in the US. Teslas.

What is Botox made from? It's short for Botulinum toxin, but I had to look up what it's actually made from. "A toxin produced by the bacterium Clostridium botulinum," according to my brief Googling.

What country music star should be honored in the Hall of Fame? I don't know. I don't like country music.

Would you eat cat food for $500? Definitely not!

Who is the last person you smelled? My husband haha. He just bought a new body wash that smells really nice.

Do you like going to the dentist? Not really, but I deal with it. Better than not going, that's for sure.

Have you ever smelled a dairy farm? Countless times.

Name a song that got overplayed really fast. I don't know. I don't pay any attention to what's currently popular, so I don't know what's being overplayed.

Have you ever had an ultrasound? Yep, prior to my final corrective surgery I had to have multiple bladder ultrasounds because of my kidney/bladder birth defect. And I also had a leg ultrasound about 5 years ago to make sure my leg pain at the time wasn't due to deep vein thrombosis.

Do you shop at Payless? No.

What Friends character are you most like? Everyone on that show is freakishly extroverted, soooo none of them.

When's the last time you had a popsicle? I haven't had one in quite a while. Probably at least 6-7 years.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal blog

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biletdoux · 4 years ago

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x marks the spot | x.dj

Member | xiaojun (nct) + gender neutral!reader Rating | g Genre + Tropes | childhood friends to lovers!au, idol!xiaojun, romance (fluff) Warning(s) | none, unless you consider badly written fluff something to be wary of lol Length | 5.1k+ Prompts | “Make my wish come true, all I want for Christmas is you.” - Mariah Carey (All I Want for Christmas is You) + “I should be playin’ in the winter snow, I’ma be here under the mistletoe.” - Justin Bieber (Mistletoe) Playlist | All I Want for Christmas is You - Mariah Carey // Mistletoe - Justin Bieber // My Everything - NCT U

Summary | You were five years old when you met your best friend.

(Or; the cycle of waiting and wanting between you and Xiaojun throughout the years.)

Note: For the Walking in a Winter Wonderland Collab hosted by @suh-insane and @neocitybynight! Merry Christmas and have a happy holiday season, everyone <333 let me know what you think!

yo,,, fluff is so hard to write, so mad respect to all the fluff writers out there.

“Hey—”

You were five years old and had a knack for stating the obvious.

“You’re not Chengxiao!” Your voice was loud and annoying, the shrill ring of it reverberated throughout the open roof. Your index finger, straight and stern, was aimed right at his face in accusation, as if it was a sin to not adhere to your expectations. “Chengxiao was supposed to be here, not you!”

The boy who was indeed not Chengxiao, as you so clearly pointed out, sniffled even louder as he clutched at his toy buccaneer sword. All around you, drying linens and laundry swayed gently in the summer breeze to the sound of his soft sniveling, before he broke out into an all out sob.

You were five years old and also insensitive in the way that five year olds were.

“Uhm,” you faltered, your pointer finger recoiled back just ever so slightly as his cries continued.

This was not supposed to happen. You were supposed to be playing hide-and-seek with your building friends and maybe grab a popsicle down the street later once you all tired out. You lost the rock-paper-scissors between everyone and had to be the first seeker. You counted all the way to 100 without even peeking once, even though you were tempted many times when you heard the occasional giggle and scattered footsteps.

Chunyang was always the easiest to find between the three of you. He was also five like you and he always hid on the sixth floor of your shared building, usually behind the large potted plants near the stairway. You actually found him behind the leaky plumbing pipes at the end of the hall, but he was still on the sixth floor nonetheless.

Chengxiao was different. She was seven years old, two whole years older than you and Chunyang, and she was also much smarter than the two of you. It was always difficult to find Chengxiao because she was more tricky and clever than your one-track minded five year old brain.

When you found Chunyang, the two of you agreed to split up and search for Chengxiao separately, the first one to find her gets the ultimate bragging rights for the rest of their life. When you shook on the deal, Chunyang immediately took off for the stairs, clumsily bounding down the steps with as much grace as a five year old could muster, which left you with only one option remaining; climbing the flight of stairs to the roof.

The roof was large and vast, filled with a sea of linen and mismatched laundry drying in the wind. The sun was at its peak in the sky as you started your searching, scouring near and wide for Chengxiao. When you nearly lost hope, you noticed a pair of white sneakers belonging to a person hidden behind a billowing bed sheet. You rushed toward it with all your might, already tasting how a sweet a lifetime of bragging to Chunyang would taste on your lips, but as soon as you yanked back the cloth, your mouth immediately turned sour at the sight of a boy with brown hair and teary eyes.

Your tone was harsher than you intended, so here you were stuck with a blubbering boy and your lifetime bragging rights out the window.

“Hey,” you tried again. You were five years old and not very good at comforting people. “My mom says children who cry won’t get any candy until they stop.”

Unsurprisingly, his cries did not cease and you were scandalized by it. The possibility of no candy left you in shock and awe, so why wasn’t he feeling the same as you?

“Who, hic, cares about candy, hic,” he started, every few words out of his mouth was staccatoed by an uncontrollable hiccup. “If I can’t see, hic, my friends!”

“Huh?” you tilted your head to the side. “Why can’t you see your friends anymore?”

It took a few seconds of blubbered hiccups before the boy answered, “cause we moved far away from them!”

You absorbed his words in quiet consideration. How would candy taste if you had to move away from Chengxiao and Chunyang? Not very good, but…

“Why don’t you make new friends?”

“I don’t want new friends! I want, hic, to go back to my old home!” Indignant, he lashed back. “I want to go back, hic, and play pirates with my old friends.”

“I’ll play pirates with you,” you offered. You didn’t think much about the rest of the words that escaped your mouth either. “I’ll be your friend. I want to be your friend.”

The boy was significantly calmer after shouting out his frustrations. He wiped at his tears and for the first time you had a good look at his brown eyes. You didn’t know it at the time, but the boy, like you, was also five years old, and five year olds calmed down as easily as they lost their temper.

“Do you mean that?” he asked, tone soft and quiet. “Would you really, hic, be my friend?”

Your smile was brighter than the summer sun that day. “Yeah, of course!”

“Okay,” he agreed.

“Yeah, and I can also show you my friends right now too. We’re playing hide-and-seek.” You grabbed his free hand, the one not holding the toy sword, as you tugged him to get off the roof. He followed obediently without a word.

“What’s your name, by the way?” You asked over your shoulders, your voice ringing through the roof.

“My name is Xiao Dejun.”

You were five years old when you met your best friend.

The air was crisp with the sharp, but refreshing sting of sea salt as the waves crashed onto the side of your ship. You climbed out onto the main deck to check on the progress of the voyage. The waters were steady and your trusty sea vessel rocked to the rhythm of the ocean. There were no clouds in the sky this far out into the sea and the sunlight blinded your eyes, but you didn’t need to see it to know that the treasure was straight ahead. You took another deep breath to savor the thought of future riches before you turned around to go look for your first mate.

You traveled the expanse of the main deck before reaching the weathered ratlines. The rope felt coarse to the touch as you climbed all the way up to the crow’s nest. Once you made it, there he was, standing and staring out to the wide ocean, probably lost in thought about gold and jewels.

“First mate Xiaojun.” you called.

He turned his head and smiled. “Hey, I was waiting for you.”

You fully climb into the crow’s nest and settle beside him. “We’re about to find the secret buried treasure.”

“Yes, captain,” he nodded his head in agreement.

“What do you want to do with you half?”

“Hm…” Xiaojun was contemplative. “I’ll need to buy another sword. Mine is getting rusty. What about you?”

“I would like to—”

“Class! Recess is over.” Your teacher, Mrs. Huang, interrupted you before you could finish. “It’s time to head back now.”

And suddenly your trusty sea vessel was no longer a ship, but actually a small corner of the large school playground. The tethered and hardened ratlines melted away to reveal the metal ladders of the play area and the crow’s nest was the slide tower. The sun, however, remained as bright as ever.

Your first mate looked at you and a mischievous glint crossed his eyes. “I’ll race you to the classroom!” He hollered as he threw himself down the slide and took off running as soon as his feet hit the ground. You were not far behind him as you shrieked for him to slow down.

You were eight years old and you kept your promise to him about playing pirates.

The two of you became the best of friends shortly after your encounter on the roof. You grew close to him exceptionally fast when you learned he and his family had moved to the same floor as you and your family. Chengxiao and Chunyang liked him well enough and your tight trio grew to accept a fourth corner.

When school rolled around, you were delighted to find out he was also enrolled in the same school as you and even was in the same class. Since then, the two of you had been inseparable.

He beat you to the classroom by a few steps and his smile was dazzling as he gloated to your face. You sneered back at him as you watched his fringe stick to his forehead from sweat.

“I only lost cause you cheated.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.”

You both sat down in your assigned classroom seating, with him exactly one seat behind you. Mrs. Huang announced it was independent study time, so everyone quietly pulled out their books.

When you pulled out yours, you realized you had broken your pencil and had nothing to write with. You pushed your chair back and leaned over on his desk.

“Hey Xiaojun, can I borrow a pencil?”

He was still Dejun then, but he was always Xiaojun to you.

He looked annoyed, but went to rummage for his pencil pouch in his backpack anyway. “Don’t call me that unless we’re playing. How many times have I told you to call me Dejun? That’s my name so use it.”

“But I don’t want to,” you huffed.

“And why is that?” Xiaojun found a suitable pencil and handed it over to you.

“Because,” you took the writing utensil from his outstretched hand. “You’ll always be my first mate Xiaojun no matter what.”

You returned back to your desk before you could notice the blush that colored his cheeks and you didn’t turn back to him again for the remainder of the independent study time. You didn’t realize it at the time, but Xiaojun never bothered to correct his name ever since.

You were eight years old when you became someone special to Xiaojun.

You felt hot and sticky.

Summers in Guangdong were hot and humid in ways that left you gasping for air as if you had been trudging through a thick wall of sludge. The heat was heavy and thick, reminiscent of an unpleasant weighted blanket that wrapped around you at all the wrong times and places. During the summer, the Guangdong sun was angry, and you felt as though its wrath was personal from how intensely the rays would beat down on your back as you hopped from one stall to another. Nonetheless, you were not deterred because you came here on a mission.

You were thirteen years old and wanted to do whatever it took to find your best friend the perfect birthday present.

You prepared for August 9th tirelessly with impressive care and consideration. You had been casually asking questions and fishing for hints months before the fated date to figure out the most perfect and surefire gift for Xiaojun. When you realized he wanted a new controller for his PlayStation because the ‘X’ on his current one wasn’t working half the times, you knew you had to get him a new one. And so, you started to plan.

Step one was complete. You figured out what Xiaojun wanted, but now step two was in the way. How were you going to get it for him? You were thirteen years old and you had no money. You couldn’t ask your parents for money because then that would mean your parents actually got Xiaojun the present and not you, even though it was your idea. After thinking long and hard, you decided to carefully siphon a small portion of your lunch money each day until you had enough to purchase the controller. Even though the lunch money was from your parents, the money was given to you, so now it’s your money and not your parents’ anymore and you had to work hard to save it, so using this money to buy Xiaojun the gift will be really meaningful.

You were thirteen years old and your logic was a bit off, but your heart was in the right place.

After months of saving, you finally had enough and couldn’t be happier. You had everything set and just needed to find the time to go out to the electronics store. You were so giddy that you nearly let the big surprise slip one day when you were over at his house.

It was two days before his birthday and Xiaojun was just at your house yesterday, which meant that today, the two of you would go back to his. Xiaojun’s mother was already used to this and prepared pre-cut slices of fruit for the two of you before the front door even opened. The two of you bowed in thanks before greedily grabbing the plate of fruit before barreling to his room with a large slam of his bedroom door.

You were laying on his bed munching on an apple slice in your hands and Xiaojun was at his desk on his rolling computer chair with an orange slice in his. Outside of his window, the hustle and bustle of a Guangdong afternoon can be heard, but the noise was far away for you and Xiaojun were in your own quiet little bubble.

When he finished his orange slice, Xiaojun suddenly perked up. “Hey, you want to see something?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He stood up and walked over to his closet to grab a box. Inside, he pulled out two new PlayStation controllers, still in the factory wrapping and all, and your heart dropped.

“My parents got this for my birthday. They gave it to me early cause I did really well on my exams and they knew my current controller sucks,” he explained. “Want to play that new game? It’ll be so nice to finally have a working ‘X’ button.”

You felt nauseated and suddenly had to go. You were thirteen years old and you were a little dramatic.

You never gave Xiaojun a proper explanation for leaving so suddenly that day, but you had bigger problems to deal with. What were you going to do now? Step one was now out the window, but at least you still had the money you saved up, so maybe you can still make this work. It would still be okay because you had one full day tomorrow to go out and shop for his gift. Except that when you returned home, your mom informed you that your extra tutoring classes would be doubled tomorrow because your teacher will be out of town and can’t teach for the next few days. Great.

So that’s how you found yourself here, at the local street market standing under the blazing sun in your tutoring school uniform. It was summer break and your parents signed you up for additional morning classes. By the time you were let off, you’d only have an hour to shop for a gift, until it was time to go to Xiaojun’s party.

Originally, you thought one hour should be more than enough, but as you drifted from one stall to another, you realized no one had anything just right for Xiaojun and you already promised yourself you were going to get something perfect for him, and you didn't break your promises. By the time you found something perfect for him, you didn’t realize 55 minutes had passed. When you checked the time, your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. You were definitely going to be late. You paid the stall lady and barely waited for change as you made a mad dash toward Xiaojun’s apartment.

When you arrived, Xiaojun’s mother greeted you warmly and let you in. “He was waiting for you. He refused to start without you.”

Xiaojun had a small party with only close friends and you were the last to arrive. You felt embarrassed initially, but that was soon forgotten when the party started.

When it was time to open the presents, Xiaojun saved yours for last, in fact, he didn’t open it until all the guests left and it was only the two of you with his parents cleaning the aftermath of the party in the background.

He carefully pulled apart the hastily wrapped box and you held your breath in anticipation. He held up the keychain in the air to show the leather strap next to a metal charm in the shape of a ship’s helm. Xiaojun said nothing for a whole minute and suddenly you started to doubt yourself.

“Thank you,” he breathed. “I love it.”

His smile made your breath hitch.

You were thirteen years old when your heart started to feel lopsided in ways it had never had before.

The paper sitting in front of you was due soon and yet it was still there on your desk, unfinished, as if it were mocking you. You felt annoyed, but you knew at the end of the day this was your fault and only you could fix this, but no matter how hard you grasped your pen, you could not urge words of ink to spill out and fill the page. You were not sure how long you stared at the page, but you knew you had to do something about it.

You were seventeen years old and you were lost.

With an indignant huff, you grabbed the sheet of paper and marched all the way to Xiaojun’s apartment. Xiaojun’s parents were out, so it was Xiaojun himself who let you in. He was surprised to see you, but welcomed you warmly, glad to see you face.

“Hey,” he already started to make his way back to his room after shutting the front door, not even bothering to look back to see if you were going to follow because he knew you were. “What’s up?”

Immediately after entering Xiaojun’s room, you plopped yourself face down onto his pillow while holding up the white sheet of paper in the air. “This is killing me,” you groaned.

Xiaojun chuckled before taking hold of the paper. His eyes widened when he read its content. “You haven’t filled it out yet?”

This sheet of paper was going to determine your whole future. This sheet was going to be your priority list of which colleges you wanted to apply for and which major you were going to study, so your teacher could help narrow it down for you and give you some career counseling.

“I don’t know what to put,” you whined. “Help me, Xiaojun.”

“Okay, okay, do you know what school or major you’re interested in?”

“If I knew, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Fair point. Uhm. What’s the best school you think you can get in?”

“I don’t know, maybe some local university?”

“Okay… and major?”

“I don’t know, whatever department is easiest to get into I guess.”

Xiaojun gave you a pointed look. “Come on, take this seriously.”

You were seventeen years old and you were frustrated.

“I don’t know, Xiaojun! I really don’t have any clue whatsoever and everyone around me is so disappointed because I have no direction, but trust me, I can guarantee you that I’m much more disappointed than everyone around me.”

Xiaojun’s eyes softened and he moved to sit on his bed near your defeated figure. He rubbed your back gently and his tone was sincere. “I’m not disappointed in you. I could never be disappointed in you.”

You looked up at him before opening your arms wide open for a hug, which Xiaojun granted easily. The two of you laid there in easy comfort despite the impending unknown future that loomed overhead, casting a shadow of doubt in its wake. When you were with Xiaojun, none of that mattered.

After a while, your head perked up from its place on top of Xiaojun’s arms as you looked at him. “Wait, what about you? Did you fill it out? What do you want to be?”

Xiaojun laughed, “yeah, I did.”

You waited expectantly, but he said nothing. You grew annoyed. “Well? What’d you put?”

Xiaojun looked at you. His eyes were soft and warm, but you could see some faint traces of hesitation, like a surface of still water had been disturbed. The pit of your stomach dropped and you felt your throat go dry with nervous tension.

“I want to be a singer.”

You punched him lightly. “You scared me, cause you got all serious for a second.” You laughed out loud, as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. “You’re for sure going to be the best singer in all of China, no, the whole world! And I’m going to be there every step of the way to support you, Xiaojun.”

“Okay,” he smiled softly, but his tone was almost bittersweet as though he was trying to pull back. “That’s good to hear.”

“Why are you acting so weird? This is not like you at all.”

He said nothing at first, but then his words hit you. All the weight off your shoulder earlier returned tenfold. “I was casted. I’m flying to South Korea next week.”

Your heart was pounding as you tried to make sense of the words that left his mouth. You remembered the first time he confided you in absolute confidence about his dreams and aspirations. You remembered countless hours he put into singing and you remembered how often he would stream videos of singers he admired. You remembered all of it.

“I’m,” you started. “I’m so happy for you, Xiaojun. This is it, this is the start of your dream. I couldn’t be more proud of you, Xiaojun, I mean it.”

The sincerity in your tone had Xiaojun choking on his words and he didn’t know what to say. All that left his mouth was, “what do you want to be?”

“Me?” Your chest felt heavy. “I think I just want to be happy.”

“Yeah,” he hummed. “I want you to be happy too.”

A week later, you saw Xiaojun off at the airport. He exchanged tearful goodbyes with his parents and suddenly he was standing in front of you. His eyes looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for something that you were not sure you were able to procure for him. You gave him the biggest hug you were able to muster and hoped all the unsaid things could be transferred through touch. The two of you stayed in each other’s arms until his flight was called. With a final wave, he was off, and when he turned around to walk toward his terminal, you saw a keychain with a metal charm and an old worn down leather strap hanging from one of the zippers of his carry-ons.

You were seventeen years old when you felt your heart swell with undeniable pride, yet break simultaneously.

You missed Xiaojun.

You were twenty-one years old when you came to terms with your feelings for your best friend. It was not an earth-shattering, cosmic-altering, reality-bending epiphany, but rather a quiet revelation followed by unspoken acceptance.

You were currently sitting in economy class on a flight en route to Seoul, South Korea. You had still kept in contact with him throughout the years he was out there pursuing his dreams. You decided to enroll in the local university and you picked a major on a whim. Despite the circumstances, you had really come to terms with it and grew to like it. You were now working hard at developing a solid career from it and you felt proud of yourself.

When text messages and video calls became few and far between for you and Xiaojun due to busy schedules and time zone differences, you knew he was something more than just a friend. Your heart fluttered whenever you heard his specially assigned notification tone. You felt giddy each time before you opened his message and you read each text at least three times before sending a reply. When you don’t hear from him on days on end due to his busy schedule, time passed by at an unbearable pace.

Xiaojun made his debut and you were one of the first to pre-order his albums. You constantly gushed and raved about his singing and his dancing. You stayed up countless nights to let Xiaojun vent and de-stress over video call despite having to sacrifice precious hours of sleep. True to your word, you were there with Xiaojun every step of the way while he achieved his dreams, but he was also there for you when you figured out your path. He was there to listen and offer advice as you considered one career path over the other and which internship to take. The two of you were there for each other.

Due to the very nature of growing up and what that entailed, both of you were very busy and the timing was always slightly off. When you were free, he had to go on tour, but when he was free, you had to go out of town for your internship. As such, you were twenty-one years old and had not had a chance to see your best friend in person for nearly four years since he left for South Korea.

But this year, for the winter holidays, it was going to be different. You were going to make time to go see him no matter what. You were firm on the requested days off and you booked the flight weeks in advance. Xiaojun was kept in the loop of your meticulous holiday planning at all times to ensure that he could free up his schedules at just the right time to see you.

The two of you never actually expressed your changing feelings for one another, but perhaps you didn’t need to. You had known each other practically your whole lives and what is a relationship if not the constant changing and finetuning of the little details?

You weren’t blind to the consistent ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ texts you received from Xiaojun each day without fail, nor was he blind to your constant fretting if he had eaten yet and how he should always be taking care of himself. It was the little things that sung of true love.

When the two of you had the chance to video call, his eyes would light up with a smile to match and you feel your soul ache in the most tender of ways. The two you lingered longer than necessary when it came to ‘goodbyes,’ but it was to be expected.

You smiled to yourself thinking about him as you looked outside the plane window. Your flight was landing soon and you felt your anxiety gnaw at your joints while your hesitancy took a bite of your lungs. When you landed, you felt as though the ligaments in your body rusted over and each breath of air you took never seemed like enough to flow through your system. You took a few more deep breaths to center yourself before getting up to leave the plane.

You managed to calm yourself down a substantial amount, but you felt it lurk back behind you as a sudden chill traveled up your spine during the taxi ride to Xiaojun’s dorm. It threatened to seize you by the throat, but then you realized, this was Xiaojun you were coming to see.

The same Xiaojun who cried easily and had a pirate phase through most of his childhood. The same Xiaojun who took long bites in between food and would lose in arm wrestling matches. The same whose voice could reach unknown heights with a dedication and devotion to match. The same Xiaojun who was your best friend since childhood. The same Xiaojun whom you loved.

And with that, whatever haunted you dissipated and you found yourself at the steps of his dorm. You watched as your breath came out in chilly wisps as you knocked on the door. The sound of padded footsteps ambling along hardwood floors were heard and suddenly you were face to Xiaojun after a whole four years without him.

The two of you took each other in. Video calling did not do Xiaojun justice. He really matured into his features over the years and you couldn’t help, but stare.

Xiaojun broke the silence first. “Hey, you.”

“Hey, you yourself,” you breathed.

“Come on, don’t just stand there,” Xiaojun ushered as he helped you grab your luggage. “It’s cold outside.”

You followed him as he led you to his room. You looked around with curiosity as you passed by. The WayV dorm was cozy, but surprisingly empty, not that you minded. When you got to his door, Xiaojun saw the look on your face and knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Everyone’s out right now,” he explained. “I can formally introduce you to them when they get back.”

You nodded and watched as Xiaojun placed his hand on the door knob, before stopping in hesitation. He looked at you in earnest. “Promise me you won’t laugh, okay?”

“Nothing can phase me, Xiaojun. I practically lived at your house and vice versa, or did a few years abroad make you forget that already?” You teased.

He gave you a look, but opened the door for you nonetheless. You expected a messy room with random socks strewn on the floor and the desk chair stacked high with a pile of clothes, but what greeted you nearly took your breath away.

The floor was spotless and fairy lights lined the walls and occasionally looped around the floor. There was a small Christmas tree in the corner dimpled with various ornaments of various sheen and sparkles. Xiaojun led you to the center of the room where the various colored fairy lights crossed one another’s path. A mistletoe tied on the fanlight hung overhead.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

Xiaojun smiled as he drew you in closer. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. I really wanted it to be something special. Merry Christmas.”

You started to tear up as you moved to meet Xiaojun in the middle, “I love you, Xiaojun.”

You were twenty-one years old when you kissed your best friend. His lips were soft and his tongue sweet. He tasted vaguely of vanilla lip balm and peppermint bark, he tasted like the love of your life.

When you pull back from the kiss, the adoration in his eyes made you greedy for another, so you dove back in, but not before Xiaojun can let out a quick laugh and a reaffirmation.

“I love you, too.”

The two of you kissed and kissed again, under the mistletoe.

You were twenty-one years old and you were happy.

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gingrrfrog · 4 years ago

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be my baby

nanny!jeno

warnings: recreational drug use (weed)

a/n: I wrote this a long time ago and it never came to fruition all the way! maybe I’ll play around with the idea, but I either need to come up with a new oc or practice writing in second person more lol

Lee Jeno stared at the floor in front of him, laying on his stomach as he desperately tried to find a way to cool down. In less words, Jeno was broke, barely 30,000 won to his name that he would have to pay his credit card bill tomorrow. He wanted to cry in all honesty, and he didn’t think that his major would be taken this much money out of his bank account.

Being a college senior should be full of lasting memories with your friends, kissing the last bit of independent freedom you had left goodbye before you clock in to your 9-5 job for the rest of your days. But, for Jeno, an early education major, he found that he couldn’t delve in that privilege. He was busy driving around to get the last of his volunteering hours and the same with his student teaching hours, writing down mock lesson plans until he memorized nearly every single cartoon character in the world to make him relevant. He lived a stark different life from that of his roommate, Jaemin and Renjun, both majoring in some form of business.

Lucky bastards. All either of them needed for a job after this was a quick call from Jaemin’s dad and they would be interns with job security in no time.

But for Jeno, it would come more difficultly, straining his eyes every morning at 6 am to greet his students at 7 am with a grin and hugs for each. It’s not that Jeno didn’t love his job, it’s just that he wished he had more time for himself.

Jeno heard feet padding around the apartment, looking up at Jaemin as the latter raise an eyebrow popsicle in his mouth as he threw the rest of the popsicles on Jeno’s bareback. Jeno hissed at the sudden temperature change, but stood up and took one for himself, relieved at the cool melon taste.

“What’s with you?” Jaemin asked, looking in the fridge. “You never lay naked on the floor with a stupid look on your face unless something is wrong.”

“I would enjoy some sympathy.” Jeno grumbled, chewing down on the popsicle and watching Jaemin smirk.

“I am giving you sympathy. If you want me to feel bad with you, you should have said empathy. I thought that’s what all you education majors practice.”

“It is something we practice. The only thing business majors practice is their cocaine snorting.”

“I’ve never been a man for fine powder,” Jaemin hummed to himself. The same man walked over to the couch, sitting on the sticky leather and watching his best friend grumble, “what’s with you? Seriously?”

“I have 30,000 won in my bank account.”

“Alright! That’s 20,000 more than I thought you had!”

“And my credit card bill is due tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Jaemin pressed his lips together, “never mind.”

“I’m...”Jeno took a deep breath. “Can I vent?”

Jaemin nodded, “let it out.”

“I’m fucking exhausted, I don’t get paid enough or I don’t get paid at all. I love my kids. I love my students more than I can understand but holy shit, it is driving me up a goddamn wall that I have to spend most of my money on my maxed out credit card.”

“Get a job.”

Jeno shook his head, “I don’t have time for another part time job.”

“Then quit and get a full time.”

Jeno sat up, glaring at his friend, “where am I supposed to find the time for a full time job, Jaemin?”

“I’m only offering you options, Jeno. I get it, you’re stressed out. Just get rid of your one part time job and work on your days off for the full time.”

Jeno grimaced, he knew that it was an option but he wasn’t ready to give up his days off though. But, his only pair of teacher slacks had a hole in them, and he needed new ones. “What if I drop out?”

Jaemin shook his head, “you’re almost done, Jen. You only have this semester.”

Jeno took a deep breath, looking at his hands and hating himself for what he was about to ask next, “do...you want to smoke?”

Jaemin pursed his lips, “I always want to smoke. What about you? Don’t you get drug tested every week?”

Jeno shook his head, “six months. I just took mine yesterday.”

Jeno watched as Jaemin grounded up green herbs with their grinder, feeling particularly downer than usual as he watched Jaemin roll. This was his last bit of weed and Renjun stopped selling a month ago, losing his friend discount. Jaemin lit up the dark roll in his hands and took a deep breath, sighing out sour smoke before handing it to his friend. Jeno took the blunt in his hands and inhaled next, breathing out to breathe in again, scratching at his head as he rested his head on the balcony. Jaemin offered him a pat on the shoulder, mainly to ask for the blunt back but to also offer some comfort to his friend.

“Hey, Jeno,” Jaemin bit his lip. “My dad was talking about one of his bosses needing a babysitter. Do you want me to ask him about it?”

“Which one of his bosses?”

Jaemin shrugged, “probably the department chief. I think he mentioned he needed a babysitter because his wife left, or something.”

“Is he paying well?”

“I would hope so. You would think department chief would pay well.”

Jeno sighed, “ask your dad for his number. I’m not really in the position to deny anything.”

“This’ll all be over, Jeno, just watch.” Jaemin reassured, grabbing Jeno’s still bare shoulders and shaking his body, “you’ve got this! You’re Lee Jeno! You’re going to make more money than us one day?”

“As a kindergarten teacher?” Jeno snorted, slapping his hand away, “I know you’re just trying to make me feel better but now you’re just being a dick.”

“Is that Underwater Rose I smell?” A voice came from inside the apartment, Renjun appearing with a grin and taking the blunt in his hands. Jeno shoved the smaller man and narrowed his eyes.

“Fuck off. You hog it.”

“I do not. I didn’t even know you still had this,” Renjun said, taking a hit after Jeno allowed him too. “Oh man, I miss this one.”

“Well don’t, because it’s all I have left.”

“You know I still have the employee discount, I can get this for dirt cheap.”

“I don’t want anything that you get for dirt cheap,” Jaemin made a face of disgust, “your version of dirt cheap is just the seeds and branches, you dick.”

“That’s the best part!”

“You’re insane!” Jaemin yelled, snatching it out of Renjun’s hands, “go smoke your seed, make sure Xuxi didn’t mix his own in it, you whore.”

“Who told you about that?!”

“You’ve limped for the past two days after you came home from his house, it doesn’t take a detective, Whore-lock.”

“Stop calling me that!”

Jaemin snickered as he held the blunt above Renjun’s head, grinning down at the shorter man as Jeno excused himself. He sighed and walked over to his room, feeling his legs swaying back and forth as he fell in bed, his eyes closing and falling asleep.

When he woke up again, Jeno felt a bit bitter that he wasted most, if not all, his high on his nap, still feeling the weightlessness in his fingertips, he walked over to the kitchen to snack on some food, Renjun and Jaemin sat on the couch. It seemed that they smoked more while he was gone, Jaemin completely fried while Renjun sleeping next to him. Jaemin tilted his head to the side, looking at Jeno with a smile.

“Can you pass me another popsicle?”

Jeno snorted, “no. Did you finish my blunt.”

“I saved you some. I didn’t want to smoke it all,” Jaemin whined, “pass me one, Jen. Don’t be a dick.”

Jeno tossed the last popsicle on Jaemin’s lap, the latter cheering as he slowly unwrapped the package.

“I called my dad,” Jaemin mumbled, chomping a piece of the ice bar. “He gave me the lady’s information.”

“You said it was a guy.”

“Nah, it’s a chick. Maybe I heard wrong,” Jaemin shrugged. “My dad said he would call you, he tried to give me the number but...y’know.”

Jeno snorted, “yeah, I know, don’t worry. Do you want dinner?”

“Oh, fuck yeah, I want dinner.”

“You’re paying.”

Jaemin reached in his pocket and threw his wallet in the direction of his friend, Jeno hastily catching it and picking one of his cards from his vast collection. Jeno sighed in jealousy.

“You can take money if you want Jen,” Jaemin said. “My dad is always giving me guilt money for being an absent father. Take whatever you want.”

Jeno shook his head, “I’m not doing that to you, Jaem. You’re fried-- it’s not consensual.”

Jaemin rolled his eyes, “you’re taking money from my wallet. you’re not going to fuck me.”

Jaemin’s eyes brightened, “unless-?”

“I’m taking fifty.”

“That’s my boy.”

Jeno woke up at 4:45am the next morning, his head spinning as he yawned, turning off his alarm before moving to the bathroom to get ready for the day. After his shower and brushing his teeth, he practiced smiling in the mirror, enough to make sure his students didn’t know he was sad or tired. Finally happy, he smeared on whatever skincare he had left before throwing on a dress shirt and his black pants, coloring with black sharpie the tiny hole before slipping on his dress shoes next.

It’s a wonder how Jeno afforded a car, the same way it’s a wonder how he forgot his tank was empty. He groaned and hit his head over the top of the steering wheel, getting out and opting for public transportation once again. The bus stopped at least a block away from the elementary school, walking at a comfortable pace as it wasn’t as warm in the morning as it was in the afternoon. He greeted the secretary upon entering, smiling before taking off his shoes and putting on his other school shoes, walking up to the classroom to see a few students inside already.

“Mr. Lee!” Jisung cheered, running over to his favorite teacher and giving him a hug, “Good morning!”

“Good morning, Jisung!” He smiled, ruffling his hair, “you’re here early.”

“Mommy had a doctor’s appointment. Mr. Lee did you know I’m going to be a big brother?”

“I didn’t know that! That’s exciting!”

“Jisung, you still haven’t finished practicing your name!” Yeeun called from the back, ushering him back to his seat as she gave Jeno a smile. “Hey, good morning.”

“Good morning, I’m not late, am I?” Yeeun smiled and shook her head, “you’re fine. You don’t have to come in this early, Jeno.” “I like to come in early. It’s a bad habit, really.”

Yeeun laughed, but before she could reply, another student made her entrance, greeting her as she helped her switch into her shoes. Jeno took a seat next to Jisung, watching him trace his name a few more times as students made their entrance. Soon, after about thirty

minutes, the class of seventeen was completed as Jeno sat in the back with his tiny friends as Yeeun continued with morning announcements.

Jeno helped with math class as well as science, but during lunch, he couldn’t find himself to be hungry, instead opting for a small snack as he watched his students chew and ask him questions about his day.

“Mr. Lee, what did you do yesterday?”

“I had popsicles with my friends,” Jeno smiled, “what about you? What did you do?”

“Jisung came over to my house yesterday! We looked for beetles!”

“Beetles?! Did you find any?”

“We found two! Mr. Lee, do you like beetles?”

Jeno scrunched his nose up and shook his head, “nope. I think they’re scary.”

After lunch came a nap, setting up different blankets as all seventeen students took their time sleeping. Jeno had to lay next to a few students to help him sleep, but once they did, he stood up carefully, letting out a tired breath before looking up at Yeeun with a smile.

“Aren’t you going to have lunch?” She asked, watching as Jeno shook his head.

“I wasn’t too hungry for what they were serving today. Maybe that’s me being picky, so I had some peanuts.”

“I don’t think I’m going to finish my sandwich, do you want the other half?”

Jeno quickly shook his hands, “I couldn’t take your lunch! I’ll get something after this, I promise!”

“It’s not a big deal, Jeno. Take it.” Yeeun handed him the plastic case of the untouched sandwich. Jeno bit his lip, his stomach opting to betray him right at that moment. He frowned when it growled, looking up at Yeeun who laughed.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

Jeno gave a shy smile, “Thanks.” “How is your senior year going?”

Jeno shrugged, “it’s going okay. It’s kind of a headache, if you ask me, with assignments and stuff. But I like coming here, it reminds me what the assignments are for.”

“Senior year was rough for me too,” Yeeun sighed, “I think I almost dropped out my senior year.”

Jeno laughed, covering his mouth so that breadcrumbs didn’t fall out, “I said that yesterday.”

The two shared a laugh as they Jeno continued to chew quietly. He wanted to kick himself for being so awkward—he couldn’t remember the last time he talked to a girl, much less one like Yeeun. Maybe, if there was a chance and Jeno had more money, he would take her out for dinner.

“Do you have any plans for this weekend?” She asked him, sending Jeno’s heart into overdrive. She couldn’t ask him out now, he was still broke.

“Probably...catch up on some assignments.” Jeno swallowed, “what about you?”

“Grading, probably,” she snorted, “my boyfriend is a teacher at the high school down the road, so I help him sometimes.”

Jeno’s heart fell. Of course. He would be better off trying to find a girlfriend at a club at this rate, “oh. I mean, it’s a good to have someone who knows what you’re going through.”

“It helps a lot,” she smiled. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Jeno let out a sad laugh, “I don’t really have the time for one.”

That and Jeno was awful with talking to women. Bumbling, tongue twisting, hand sweating awful. It’s a wonder how he managed to talked to Yeeun so successfully, even though success is subjective and any one else would have thought Jeno was an idiot by the way he spoke.

“I think you’re a really nice guy, it can’t be that hard to find someone who would like you.” Yeeun reassured.

“You would be surprised,” he mumbled, picking at the sandwich crust.

“Huh?”

“What?” Jeno cleared his throat, breathing a sigh of relief when his phone vibrated in his pants. He looked at the unfamiliar number and looked up at Yeeun quickly, “sorry, do you mind if I take this real quick?”

“No, go ahead! The kids still have fifteen minutes left on their nap.”

Jeno thanked her quietly before he stepped outside, answering the unknown caller, “hello?”

“Jeno? It’s me, Jaemin’s dad.”

“Oh. Hello, sir. Do you need me to tell Jaemin to call you again?”

“Ah—not this time. I wanted to talk to you about my boss who needed a babysitter.”

“Oh! I forgot about that, sorry.” Jeno scratched the back of his neck, “sure.”

“She said she would like to see you on Monday. I really tried to sell you to her, I told her you had a lot of experience in child-rearing.”

Jeno appreciated the sentiment, but he would’ve preferred to talk about his own strengths instead of trying to go with the lies Jaemin’s father mentioned, “that’s...thank you. So much.”

“Be at the building at 4:30, if you can make it. She’s kind of strict, my boss, but she’s a real nice girl, I assure you.”

“Of course. It means everything to me that you went that far.”

“Anything for the boy who takes care of Jaeminie!” Jaemin’s father paused, “speaking of which...is he doing alright? He’s not going hungry is he? Is he eating? Is he going to church?”

“Um...” Jeno looked around, “...yeah...He goes every Sunday.”

“Has he met any of the girls in the congregation yet? I’ve tried to introduce some to him but he’s just so stubborn and I—“

“Mr. Na, I really, really, really appreciate you getting me that job interview. But, I’m actually in class right now and I can’t really talk as freely.”

“Silly me, I’m so sorry. Don’t be a stranger, Jeno! You know my number.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll let Jaemin know to call you.”

“Thank you, Jeno. I hope to see you around.”

Jeno hung up with a deep breath, shaking embarrassment off his bones before reentering the classroom, Yeeun holding one of the students in her arms to help him go back to sleep.

“Everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah. Everything is fine, it was just about a job interview.”

“Where are you headed?”

“My friend’s dad’s boss needs a sitter, so I agreed to help.”

“Desperate, huh?”

Jeno smiled, shaking his head, “you have no idea.”

#tw drug use #tw recreational drug use #jeno #lee jeno #jeno scenario #jeno fic #Lee Jeno fluff #im not dead hehe

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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 4 years ago

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More (Pyro-related) stuff I want to see Marauders:

I imagine Pyro’s way of being “friendly” involves a lot of snarky banter that borders on bullying (because he snarks A LOT on characters like Blob and the old man trio in Freedom Force, but still seems to also pal around with them on friendly terms). He thinks friends should joke around and “take the piss” out of each other. So he keeps needling Bobby until Bobby finally snaps back at him, and Pyro is like, “Yes, my friendly overtures worked! We are pals now!”

Bobby: Wait, I thought you didn’t like me?

Pyro: Of course I like you, Popsicle! I only rag on people I like!

Bobby: ???

Pyro: I’ll go get us another round of drinks, you think of something clever to say about my mum. She had me young and abandoned me as a baby, so there’s plenty of material there!

Bobby: ???!!!

I also want them to deal with Pyro’s death. Not just from a character development stand-point (although I’m dying for even the slightest hint of that), but also from a practical stand-point. As far as I know, the resurrections on Krakoa are a guarded secret. Jumbo Carnation had to tell his friends in the fashion-world that he’d faked his own death to “get away from it all.” So what does this mean for mutants that died public deaths? Pyro presumably had a very public, very famous death saving Kelly. And I presume his civilian identity must have been known - probably from the first time he went to jail, but definitely after he died. And his civilian identity was a known public figure - not necessarily a major celebrity, but a best-selling author whose name people would recognize. (Unless he’s used a pen-name for his whole career, and I can’t imagine him doing that. Pyro is the kind of person who wants recognition, he’s not gonna hide. If nothing else, his journalist work must have used his real name.)

So what does this mean for resurrected Pyro? He’s not exactly hiding as a member of Kate’s Marauders. Does he get to run around pretending to be a different mutant named “Pyro” who also just happens to be blond and skinny and Australian? (Maybe he could call himself “Simon Lasker,” lol). If someone recognizes him as St. John Allerdyce, does he have to deny it, or come up with some convoluted explanation? I would think that anything “undoing” his heroic death, like claiming that it was faked, would probably be bad for mutant/human relations, so maybe he has to use a different name and stay under the radar. Does he have to publish new books under a pen-name if he starts writing again?

I’d really like to see the X-Books in general address how this works for previously dead mutants. What if they want to go back to their lives among humans? Can dead students like Doug Ramsey, the New X-Men kids, the original Hellions, etc., whose parents were presumably informed of their deaths, go back to their friends and families? Are resurrected mutants (particularly those whose deaths were matters of public record) under greater restrictions than non-resurrected mutants, in order to protect Krakoa’s secrets? Wouldn’t Josh Guthrie want to go back to inform his mother and non-mutant siblings that he’s alive again? Is he allowed to?

#pyro #st. john allerdyce #nothing about krakoa makes any damn sense #because Hickman doesn't know how to write people acting like people

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chibinekochan · 5 years ago

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If youd like to, may I ask your head cannons on the main 7 and the nsfw popsicle trope? perhaps varying colors based on their sins? thank you lots for all your writing i love reading them so much!

Oh boy the thinks I have to look up sometimes lol. Lucky it was kinda what I thought it would be, unless somehow it’s not a popsicle made to look like a ==D

Okay I kinda wanted to make proper edits but you know tumblr would block that sadly. Well too bad.

So um kinda a mix between their sins, the colors they wear and overall what taste they should have. It’s not NSFW unless you imagine the right shape.

I made edits but it’s a regular popsicle.

Lucifer

Red *cherry*

The color the wears in everything, even in his demon form he got a lot of red. His eyes are red too (at least most of the time).

blue *blueberry*

Most of his Ur cards use blue color, and the in game pride items are all blue.

purple *grape*

from the butler event. I’m not sure how significant this is.

A bittersweet taste.

Start from the cherry taste and work your way down.

Asmodeus

Pink *Tropical Punch*

For his sin and he is also often seen wearing pink.

Yellow *Lemon*

For his nails and his eyes they have a bit of an sunset aesthetic so I also choose Orange.

Red *Strawberry*

He is seen wearing a red heart in his demon form and red is the color of love.

A very citrony flavor. Looks very warm and cute but can be pretty sour. Surprisingly accurate.

Lick from the sides, bottom to top, so it won’t be too sour.

Beelzebub

Red *Raspberry*

It’s the color of gluttony in the game.

Orange *sweet orange*

He has a lot of orange in his design. His hair, nails and parts of his demon form all got orange somewhere.

Purple *Grape*

His eye color (at least in part).

A sweet but not too sweet taste, just right. Eat however you prefer.

Mammon

Yellow *Lemon*

The color of money. Also the color of greed. Plus there is a bit yellow in his eyes

Caramel

It just kinda feels right for him. It’s sticky and sweet.

Blue *blueberry*

His eye color (at least in part)

It’s sour at first but once the lemon is gone it’s very sweet.

Start at the top, but don’t worry this lemon isn’t that sour.

Leviathan

Blueish *blueberry*

He loves water and this is also his hair color (It’s more purple-blueish)

Purple *grape*

Part of his eye color and his clothes have often purple in them

Orange

It’s the color for envy in this game. His eyes also have some orange in them.

Green *woodruff*

This is the color I would usually associate with envy so I took it as an fourth color.

Sweet and a bit unusual. Looks kinda poisonous but tastes pretty good, unless you really hate woodruff. Just lick a bit of everything.

Belphegor

Mint

His nail color. Some outfits of his have a bit mint color and I think it suits him very well.

Milk

He loves cows and milk makes people sleepy.

Purple *bitter Grape*

For his eyes and I think it also fits to his dark side.

bittersweet and refreshing. Work threw the bitterness to the sweet part and then get rewarded by the refreshing mint.

Satan

Green *sour apple*

The color of wrath in the game. Part of his demon form is green

Yellow *sour lemon*

His hair color and partly his eye color. It also expresses how much of a bitter person he can be.

Blue *blueberry*

His eye color and it expresses his sweeter side.

Red *Cherry*

Red is usually used for anger but also for passion.

You will have to work to get to his sweet bottom part. You have to work thru a lot of bitterness.

I think the only way this would be naughty is if you eat the popsicle with the right shape and color right in front of them.

Unless you exchange the part away were I talk about popsicles and insert something else instead lol

I mean I might missed the point and its 3am so well??? Sorry maybe?

#obey me #i feel like i will regret this somehow but i put too much work into this rip

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serendipitous-magic · 5 years ago

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(For the “Reblog this if you want readers to come into your ask box and ask for the “director’s commentary” on a particular story, section of a story, or set of lines. Or, send in a ⭐star⭐ to have the author select a section they’ve been dying to talk about!” post)

Okay, okay, okay - so this is in Ch 1 of TRS3, and I’m gonna chatter a tad about a section near the beginning, in Dustin’s POV.

-_-_-_-

“You’ve been away a whole month, honeybun, maybe they just...” She wiggled her shoulders with a tilt of her head. “Forgot.”

She didn’t mean him. Of course she didn’t mean that they forgot him. She meant the radios; she meant they forgot what channel they’re supposed to be on. Or that they forgot what day he was coming home. She didn’t mean that they forgot about Dustin himself.

It’s just, it’s not exactly reassuring, you know? It’s the middle of summer already. All the roads are lined with tall, dark weeds. In a few days, everything will smell like sparkler smoke and kettle corn from the annual 4th of July fair. When he left it was barely June, and the weeds along the roadside were little more than sprouts. What else has happened since he left? What else has changed?

Okay so this is the first time I’ve written from Dustin’s POV, so this opening scene with him was a bit of a trial run. I had to establish several things, specifically for Dustin’s character in this story and where his arc starts out.

In this story, Dustin is starting out his arc in a place where he’s a little uncertain of his worth. Here, that specifically means within the Party. As we’ve seen, the Party in general has kind of started drifting apart this summer. Oh, they still hang out all the time, but they’re starting to push more towards “teenage” activities, most of them in a hurry to grow up and leave behind what happened to them as kids (except for Will, who’s clinging to the childhood that was stolen from him, but that’s another discussion). This push to “move on,” combined with the fact that Dustin has been away at summer camp for a whole month, leaves him a little worried that they may have moved on without him.

Lately - probably ever since the Snow Ball, actually - it’s felt like everything has been changing, and not necessarily in a good way. So when Dustin goes away for a month and comes back and it’s like the whole summer has been going on without him (which... it has, really), he’s not feeling great about it.

Secondly: this scene is lifted nearly straight from the trailer we got (since for this fic I’m considering most S3 trailer/promo material “canon,” and then picking and choosing from the show). So, it’s not exactly how the scene in the show went down, but it’s pretty close to how I expected it to go down based on that one trailer we got. So that was fun to kind of re-imagine a little bit (although I think it ended up fairly close to the Netflix version, thus far).

A muffled little tink draws his attention to the vivarium on his left, where Yurtle is bumping against the side, stumpy little legs flailing as he fails to comprehend glass. Dustin grins at him.

“At least someone’s happy to see me.”

Yurtle continues his mission to pass through the solid glass wall, unperturbed by his complete lack of success. Determined little guy. Never gets very far, but he tries.

I love Yurtle.

Dustin isn’t worried about it - the Party, that is. Honestly, he’s not. It’s not like they’ve all been acting weird for the past few months anyway. It’s not like ever since El reappeared Mike has been MIA more often than not, visiting her at the cabin for as long as Hopper will allow. It’s not like Max and Lucas have developed their own little language and routine together - not just boyfriend and girlfriend, but best friends. It’s not like Will has been a slightly different person since... well, since everything. It’s not like he misses how the Party used to be.

And here’s more of Dustin feeling a little insecure about the Party moving on without him - but more than that, I also needed to establish, in this first chapter, where the Party starts out in this story. Recap style. “Last time on: Hawkins, December through June.” What do we need to know to jump right into the story and have all the information we need? Mike has been hanging with El constantly. The Party is being a little weird (as discussed above). Everyone is kind of paired off except for Will and Dustin (until Suzie). Will is having Struggles (TM). Boom, boom, boom. We know what we need to; now on to the plot.

But Dustin doesn’t like to mope. He slaps his thighs and stands up, reaching into the vivarium to turn Yurtle around. Yurtle lumbers off towards his pool, apparently assured that his ability to move is due to his own success, and Dustin hums along with the radio as he unzips his duffel bag with a flourish. Who is he to complain? He just got back from possibly the most amazing summer camp ever. He’s got the whole rest of the summer ahead of him. He’s got things to do. Places to go. Popsicles to eat. (You know what they don’t have at Camp Know Where? Otter pops. Unbelievable, right? Three hundred acres, over five hundred campers and dozens of counselors, and not a single person could produce even one pack of sugary, brightly colored frozen goodness.)

He’s got plans. Specifically, an invention to get up and running - and he has the perfect place in mind. He bets he can get the gang to help him set it up - if they’d just answer.

Dustin is a fairly optimistic and resourceful person. We’ve seen that in seasons 1 and 2. He’s often underestimated, because he seems a little goofy at first glance - which he is, to be fair. But he’s also a problem-solver. He’s smart, and he doesn’t like to just sit and watch a problem get worse. He takes action. He’ll go to the library before school to check out extra books against the rules so he can identify the creature he found in his garbage. He’ll send his mom out of the house by having a fake one-person conversation on the phone, and then armor up in sports gear and single-handedly lure a baby demogorgon into the cellar. He’s not one to laze around and mope about his problems.

So this ^ here is an example of me trying to feel out how this character thinks and acts, and portray it accurately (because, again, I’ve never written Dustin’s POV before.)

Okay, maybe he’s a little unsettled. The Party doesn’t just go radio silent on each other, okay? Because when a Party member goes radio-silent, it usually means that something is wrong. Really wrong.

His eyes slide over the stain in his carpet. It’s a barely-perceptible rusty brown, now, blending in with the striped carpet unless you know just where to look. He had to tell his mom it was spaghetti sauce.

Will wasn’t the only member of the Party who was scarred by what happened last fall. Everyone in the Party went through some shit, to varying degrees. Maybe Dustin wasn’t possessed by a shadow monster, but he did witness his cat being disemboweled and eaten by a baby demogorgon, and then he had to face said baby demogorgon, and scrub cat blood out of his carpet, and all the while make sure his mom wasn’t gonna be around to get hurt, and that would be pretty rough to go through for an adult - and Dustin was thirteen. (And that’s not even to mention the whole fighting-demodogs-with-Steve and infiltrating-the-Mind-Flayer’s-tunnels business.)

His toy robot starts marching out of the corner just as Dustin turns away, chattering unintelligibly in its perpetual-low-battery fizzle, red eyes glowing.

Wait.

What.

Dustin turns back, slowly, and this time the robot is joined by a toy tank and R2D2.

Now, he’s no expert, but in Dustin’s fourteen years of experience on earth, toys don’t come alive.

I just love that little bit.

Also, I REALLY REALLY WANTED TO FIND A WORD THAT MEANT “TOY EXPERT” BUT I COULDN’T FIND ONE. Like, the same way you might say, “Now, I’m no podiatrist, but in my experience that’s too many toes for one foot.” That kind of tone. But apparently there’s not a word for “toy expert,” at least not that I could find. Everything google gave me when I typed that in was sex toy related lol. Not what I was going for.

-_-_-_-

And that’s that little bit! It was fun doing Dustin’s POV, and this fic will be a fun challenge in that I usually write (at least in this fandom) nearly exclusively from Mike or Will’s POV, and in TRS3 we’re gonna get Dustin, Joyce, Nancy, Hop, Billy, the Mind Flayer... So, that’ll be a fresh challenge for me!

Thanks for the ask! I am also working on the others, I just completely forgot what the stars meant because I’m dumb lol

#asks #anon #trs3 #writing memes #writing commentary

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nadziejastar · 6 years ago

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Props to you for using IkeSoren 👍. Radiant Dawn was full of implied gay, especially in the original text. People still fight over Ike’s sexuality to this day lol

Yes, it was, lol. Personally, I don’t even see how there can be so much debate about it. The writers didn’t put all of that stuff in by accident. I see people all the time saying there’s “no evidence” and that they’re just brotherly and/or very close friends. Yeah, whatever. A lot of people need everything spelled out for them. If something is never made explicit, they just don’t see it. Or they refuse to accept its validity until it’s confirmed by the creator. But with gay pairings, a lot of the time, they keep things limited to subtext on purpose. So all the arguing that it’s not explicit is pointless. If Soren had been a girl, there would be no debate.

If you were writing a gay pairing, but had to keep it ambiguous, it would look exactly like Ike and Soren. And while I wouldn’t argue that it’s as official as Korrasami or something, it’s very easy to see what the writers of Radiant Dawn were implying if you read between the lines. Their two hearts become one? That is not the kind of language you use unless you are referring to lovers.

With anime characters, they’re almost always designed to send a specific message about the character’s personality. It’s why Isa’s design stood out to me so much when I played BBS. He looked like Soren! It was quite a divergence from the whole idea behind Saïx’s original design, which was more Xemnas-like. Isa had a very soft and feminine design. You can tell a lot about a character by the size and shape of their eyes, lips, etc. And Isa’s design sends the message that he’s introverted, intelligent, and empathetic. Cold on the outside, warm on the inside. Still waters run deep. Now it seems like they’re just going to slightly alter Saïx’s cold and callous Xehanort-like personality and make that Isa’s canon personality. Yuck.

Saïx: The marks under your eyes. They’re gone.

Lea: Yeah. Don’t need ‘em.

Saïx: Always told you they’d stop you from crying. The upside-down tears.

It’s why the whole clock tower scene felt so weird and out-of-character to me. Saïx comes out of nowhere and starts acting “friendly”. And look at Axel’s reaction to his comment. I mean, he was practically pouting for crying out loud! He acted like a 5-year-old kid whose older brother told him to stop crying.

I’m sorry but, that’s just not who Axel is. Yes, he’s a very emotionally intense person. But he always hides his true feelings and plays it cool. He can be VERY aloof and VERY cynical. One minute he was happily telling Roxas why the sun sets red. He seemed perfectly happy. But as soon as Roxas looked away, he showed how he was really feeling.

He was always like this. In 3D, Axel broods the entire time after finding out Isa was a vessel, but he said nothing. Before Riku goes to rescue Sora, he smiles at him at tells him “Dark Rescue” is his middle name. Then he goes right back to brooding. He’s brooding when Kairi approaches him to train. He smiles and they eat ice cream.

Look how he started flailing his popsicles around with this exaggerated expression on his face, lol. I can’t see a person as mature as Axel getting so worked up over such a juvenile comment.And keep in mind, Isa was supposed to be the mature one, lol. It’s utterly ridiculous to think he’d say things like this.

I HATE the idea of Lea being this big crybaby and Isa being this emotionless jerk who constantly told him to man up. God, who the hell came up with that? Their relationship wasn’t like that. Axel wasn’t Saïx’s submissive whipping boy. Axel chose to be incredibly patient with Saïx, despite his abusive personality. Because Axel genuinely cared about him. He knew Isa was never like that before and felt sorry for him. He wasn’t afraid to stand up to Saïx. He saw him as a victim of trauma, like himself. He had a hard time being harsh with him, because he empathized with him so much.

After experiencing the tragedy of his past, he’d be the first person to bottle up all of his pain and not shed any tears. I just can’t see him needing Isa to tell him to stop crying. Please. If anything, I can see him giving himself the upside-down tear marks. Emotionally speaking, Axel is tough as nails.

Then, behind him, a door opened. He ran to it, and Axel was waiting. Roxas mumbled his name.

“You really do remember me this time? I’m flattered!” A mean, twisted smile came to Axel’s face as he conjured his chakrams.

He had a twisted smile as he fought Roxas, the only person he thought of as a friend at that point.

“Let’s meet again in the next life.” A dark mist rose around Axel as he spoke.

“Yeah. I’ll be waiting.”

“Silly. Just because you have a next life…”

Axel was breathing hard, his shoulders heaving, as the darkness swallowed him up. Roxas didn’t look away until well after he disappeared.

He was smiling as he told Roxas they’d meet again, even though he didn’t think they would.

“What are you going to do now?” Saïx asked, watching the portal close with no discernible reaction.

“Nothing that’s any of your business.”

Saïx shifted his shoulders. “I beg to differ, if you’re going to betray the organization.”

“…So, are you saying I’m not already a traitor?” Axel smirked.

He smirked when Saïx confronted him after he deserted.

“Our goals are constantly evolving,” Saïx explained dispassionately, taking a step toward his retreating target.

In response, Axel leaped back. “Oh yeah? Huh… That’s news to me. So, what’re your orders this time? You can tell me,” he mocked, as he started to create something behind Saïx. To the naked eye it appeared to be nothing but a black dot.

He’d jumped away for a reason. He just needed a little more time and distance, and the blue-haired man wasn’t the type to attack without any provocation.

“My orders are to take you down!” A heavy sword materialized in Saïx’s hands, and he closed the space between them in one leap.

“…Not the brightest, are you?” Now that Saïx was in very close range, Axel sprang right over him and ran. The setup he’d planted was just ahead now—a distortion in the air steadily taking shape. He knew he had no chances of defeating number 7 in a fight, but he had every confidence in his own speed and cleverness.

He mocks and taunts Saïx while fighting him.

Axel stretched his neck and munched on his ice cream. “You know, I don’t mind disappearing.”

Naminé’s breath caught. Riku stared at him.

“Roxas is gone. When we bring Kairi here, Naminé will be gone, too. So, same for me,” he said, as if he were discussing the weather, and then punctuated his comment with another bite of sea-salt ice cream.

“We don’t disappear… We’re only reborn,” Naminé murmured, perhaps to herself.

“I’m not like you and Roxas,” Axel said flatly. His hand holding the ice pop stick paused in midair.

“But—but you…” She looked down, clenching her fists.“It’s because I don’t have a heart,” Axel went on. “I don’t want to disappear, but I’m not upset or sad about it.”

He munches on ice cream as he talks about disappearing. He talks about it as if discussing the weather.

“Axel!” she cried, jumping up to run after him.

“Don’t worry, Naminé. I’m the fastest the organization had. If I run, they’ll never catch me. Got it memorized?” She stopped short and nodded.

“See you.” Holding the ice cream pop in his mouth, he stepped into the rift.

And he munches on ice cream as he prepares to return to the Organization as a traitor.

“Good to be back.” With a smile curling his lips, he approached them and settled into seat number 8. He held a half-eaten ice cream pop. Pale blue sea-salt ice cream.

“What are you doing here?” The Claymore materialized in Saïx’s hand.

“Foul traitor—”

“No, Saïx,” said Xigbar, glaring hard at Axel.

“What have you come for?” With rage barely contained under every word, Saïx stalked toward Axel.

“Well, if I stay out there, Sora’ll get me, too. Anyway, it looks like you’re having a personnel shortage. How are you gonna get ahold of Kingdom Hearts like this?”

Xemnas smiled as Axel taunted them.

He munches on ice cream again when he returns and faces Xemnas. He taunts them all.

As he went down the halls, he sensed someone following him and turned. “You need something?”

“I don’t trust you,” Saïx replied flatly, the enormous Claymore in his hand.

“Trust? We don’t even have hearts,” said Axel with a twisted smile. “How can we trust anyone in the first place?”

He has a twisted smile when Saïx says he doesn’t trust him. Just like when he fought Roxas.

Then someone else spoke behind him. “I’ve been waiting for you, Axel.”

“Yeah, I figured you’d show up.” His smirk turned nastier as he turned to see Saïx. He didn’t take his eyes off the other man as he spoke to the girl in the cage. “Listen, Kairi! Trust me. I’m going to get you out!”

Behind him, the portal closed. “What are you saying…? Vile traitor!” The great Claymore took shape at Saïx’s back. Axel didn’t waste a second grabbing his chakrams. But his body was reluctant somehow.

I don’t want to disappear… But still, it wouldn’t be so bad if I did. Not here.

He had a nasty smirk when Saïx showed up to kill him. Even though facing him hurt so badly he wanted to disappear.

“Hey.” He was grasping at his chest as he staggered toward Naminé. He glanced up at Riku and summarily bit into the ice cream.

“Ooh, salty…,” he mumbled, and then he collapsed into a chair, his breathing labored.

When he returned after being mortally wounded, he casually munched on more ice cream.

He laughed under his breath and took a bite of ice cream. “Do you need help with that?” Ansem asked him, glancing pointedly at his wounded chest.

“What’s the point? Nobodies aren’t supposed to exist, right?” Axel popped the rest of the ice cream in his mouth and dragged himself upright.

“Besides, this way I’ll finally get to see Roxas again.” He tossed away the Popsicle stick and opened another dark rift in front of him.

“Well, I’m off, Ansem the Wise.” He smiled as he made his farewell. Axel waited. In the shadows of the spaces between, he waited for Sora… For Roxas.

He smiles as he says farewell. He eats more ice cream as he prepares to die.

“Traitor,” Saïx had called him. But his betrayal of Organization XIII wasn’t exactly a recent development, Axel thought with a bitter laugh.

He laughs bitterly as he thinks about the irony of his former best friend calling him a traitor and trying to kill him. The only reason he stuck around in the Organization so long was for him.

“You’re…fading away…” Sora knelt down to peer anxiously into his eyes.

“Well, yeah, that’s what happens when you throw your whole being into an attack… Didn’t have any better ideas.” A smirk curled one corner of Axel’s mouth as he looked up at Sora. Or tried. His sight was already going dark.

He smirked as he lay dying.

“See you, Axel,” Roxas told him.

He looked over his shoulder.

It was a promise.

Like we promised to meet again in the next life. We’ll make another promise.

“See you, partner,” said Axel.

Roxas gave him one last smile and vanished into the air. Moments later, Axel did the same.

And he smiles as he sheds a tear and disappears, believing it to be his final moment of life, ever. Axel was a fucking hardass.

And this is supposed to be Isa’s true personality? A guy who looks down on others for expressing emotion? So much that he constantly belittles his best friend and encourages him to tattoo himself for shedding tears after being traumatized? This is what happens when you try to redeem Saïx instead of bringing back Isa. Look how miserable Lea was when he interacted with him in Twilight Town.

Lea: In memories, you live forever, you know?

Isa: Well, you may be a really small part of my memories, but at least you’ll never disappear.

Compare that to their scene in BBS. Isa made a sarcastic comment to Lea when he said he wanted to live forever in people’s memory. And it was obvious that he was joking. That is just his way of showing affection. He smiled and closed his eyes during this exchange, indicating that he was shy and flustered.Isa was being sincere when he said he’d never forget Lea. And Lea knew this.

Lea: I’m SO flattered.

Isa: You’re such a pain.

Isa’s sarcastic comment made him really happy. Because he also likes to show his affection through sarcasm. And he replied to Isa with a similar sarcastic joke. He was also being sincere when he said he was flattered. He recognized that Isa was expressing his deeper feelings for him through humor. They both understood each other. Lea had the happiest smile I had ever seen on him in the entire series. His whole face lit up when he joked with Isa. Their relationship in BBS bears NO resemblance to the trainwreck we got in KH3.

#anti-kh3 #kh lea #kh isa #leaisa #isalea #akusai #kh saix #kh axel

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girlbookwrm · 6 years ago

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bringing this back now that nano is done - WRITING MEEMEE

The Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Pick out the title that most intrigues you, or interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!!

Note: unless i have a fixed title for them, this is just what I’m calling them in my head, probably not their actual filename because i’m a cheating cheater who cheats.

ALSO I have placed these in order of Most-Least Likely To Happen. the ones that are italicized are Definitely Happening because I’ve already got a first draft, or because I’ve got a deadline.

- “sidereal” is the working title but in my head i call it “unnecessary star metaphors: a soulmarks au” this is my Stucky AU Bang Fic (which i can talk about now because claims are done!) i am #blessed to work with @verbalatte and I AM! SUPER STOKED!! ABOUT IT!!!

- THYP 6: Lay Down Your Weapon: The Sufferlympics, but hosted by Wakanda and with Minimal Suffering and as much fluff as I could stomach.

- Assorted B-Sides: THYP 2.6: *christmas music plays in the distance*; THYP 2.7: *suffering intensifies, but Gabe Jones Flavored Now*; THYP 3.0: Rebecca Barnes Feels; THYP 3.2: but what if james falsworth WAS james bond; THYP 3.5: Strung Out Nat Meets Disaster Human Clint; THYP 3.6: Hypothetical Rumlow & Rollins Ficlet; THYP 4.0: Natasha and the Human Popsicle

- Buff Peggy Fic: I am! so committed! to making this happen!

- Fanfic Magnum Opus: Believe it or not, THYP is not my Fanfic Magnum Opus. This is. It’s Tolkien stuff.

- institutionalized softism snippets: don’t look at me i love clownfish au, every fandom should have clownfish aus

- But Of Course Han and Leia are Bisexual Disasters: A lil oneshot about Han and Leia (and also Lando and Amilyn ;) ). I am optimistic about this fic’s chances even though i have Literally No Reason to Be lol

- stucky fever dream western au: so titled because it is a crossover with Silverado, which is a movie I watch when I’m sick, so I literally only ever work on this au when I have a fever. It’s a long shot, but it’s got a lot of historical aspects and revolutionary war backstory that i LOFF.

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and last but not least, THYP 7. i’m putting it at the bottom of the list but let’s face it it’s probably inevitable because unless A4 ends with Steve and Bucky married and retired with two cats in brooklyn i’m probably going to feel compelled to fffiX iTT

I would tag people, but this went around a month ago and I think everyone has done it by now. If anyone has NOT done it and WANTS to, feel freeeeee

#is it meemees #also i don't actually have a wip folder but these are all the fics that i actually really want to see finished #slash the ones i think i'm within striking distance of finishing #Buff Peggy and The Magnum Opus are passion projects i can't imagine abandoning #institutionalized softism is where i go when i'm stressed

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((……so I was gonna do 250 of em because that’s how many emojis there are but I realized when i transfer from docs it doesn’t number everything. Also I’m tired of this sitting here. Soooo have like 175 lol

She’s got a handful of human teeth she kept that were gifts from crows.

Falls asleep on the RED base couch sometimes b/c she just wants to rest her eyes.

Never sleeps on the BLU base couch. Wilhelm is in the building.

Keeps a jar of sourdough starter.

The starter has been named Charles.

If all the flour gets used and she can’t feed it she will get antsy.

Doesn’t understand why people love their parents when the parents are shitty to them.

Says she doesn’t like coffee.

Doesn’t like coffee unless it’s mostly milk and sugar.

Secretly admires the Spies knife flippy skills.

Will do the ‘definitely not watching’ side eye if knives are being flippied in the vicinity.

Makes up hoverboard tricks on her spare time occasionally.

Does it in a closed room so her board doesn’t go flying away.

Makes lots of banging sounds against the wall as it slips from her feet.

Very good at peeling potatoes, cutting fruit, chopping veggies…

Was never taught to cook anything complicated.

Well versed in cooking basics, through.

Can draw faces pretty well.

Wants to take life drawing lessons.

Wants to see a musical on Broadway.

Is constantly uncomfortable if her hands feel dirty.

Keeps a lighter and cigarettes in her pockets.

Doesn’t smoke.

They’re for a certain disembodied head.

Or on the off chance someone asks for one.

Not very familiar with types of alcohol.

Doesn’t have much alcohol because she doesn’t like the sting.

Favourite fruit is apples, though she’s picky with them.

Red delicious is the favourite type of apple.

Do not give her a granny smith she will not eat it.

Really likes marbles as an aesthetic.

Owns a denim dress that goes down to her calves.

The dress is shaped kinda like a bag.

Fashionistas everywhere are horrified.

Really likes saltwater taffy.

Dislikes getting stuff stuck in her teeth.

Just suck on the taffy instead of biting it.

Bite ice cream and popsicles instead.

Has made kick the can ice cream on base.

If she gets a nosebleed while they’re not working she’ll just let it drip into a garbage can/sink until it stops.

Dislikes licorice.

Writes letters to James still when something troubles her.

Doesn’t send them.

Used to gross smoke smell.

Thinks glasses are cute.

Gives herself pretty janky haircuts.

Sometimes will remember stuff that makes her happy and just start giggling.

Doesn’t do it when around people much, since it looks a little crazy if you can’t see her thoughts.

Still gets uncomfortable watching people kiss in movies.

Or in real life, tbh.

Pain tolerance is pretty crap compared to the mercenaries.

Gets better as she spends more time in the gravel war.

Likes small spaces.

There’s a cupboard on BLU’s side that’s just big enough not to be uncomfortable she hangs out in.

It’s secret.

Will go there when she doesn’t want to be approached by anyone.

Mostly aimed at Wilhelm tbh.

The kind of person to take napkins from restaurants.

Lives in the middle of nowhere after the war.

Close enough to get groceries in a tiny town but no one knows her.

Continues to write letters to people on the teams.

Actually sends most of them now.

Lives with two cats.

Never finds out what happened to James.

((James dies from lung cancer and is in a p awful state because of his OCD.

Showers really late at night on base.

Takes her paintball gun and a towel to partially cover up.

Anybody try to sneak in and she will scream.

Tries to get Jean to stop chain smoking by offering candy.

Gets briefly addicted to the candy.

Goes traveling for a while after gravel war ends.

Knows a bit of Mandarin.

Doesn’t eat apples by just chomping down on one.

Will always chop them into slices first.

Dislikes oranges.

Makes loaves of bread to add to their supplies sometimes.

Makes cookies and different pastries often once she realizes she has tons of people to eat them now.

Don’t have to worry about making too much.

Likes the routine of baking.

Terrible at lying.

Bad about making breakfast.

Is too lazy to do much in the morning.

Would rather spend the energy on work.

Dislikes tea.

Unless it’s mostly sugar.

Wears a scarf and beanie when it’s cold.

Likes the comfort of really heavy blankets.

Will be really uncomfortable if blankets are too light as she’s trying to sleep.

Drinks a full glass of water as part of her morning routine.

Doesn’t know how to shuffle cards.

Doesn’t know how to play poker.

Developed a habit of keeping her back to the wall.

It’s pretty unconsciously enforced at this point.

Good at folding clothes.

Good at cleaning in general.

Dislikes cleaning in general.

Bad at improvising.

Gets anxious when forced to improvise.

Doesn’t know how to drive a car.

Wouldn’t be a good driver if she ever learned.

Didn’t see the stars until she was out in New Mexico.

Too much light pollution in the cities.

Spiders look cool to her but she’s still got some level of arachnophobia.

Likes how suits look on guys.

Has a habit of ordering lots of food and just slowly chipping away at it.

Would probably not eat enough if she weren’t doing exhausting work every day.

Likes honey on toast.

Cautious of all animals.

Loud chewing is especially gross to her.

If you stick gum anywhere other than the garbage she will silently judge you.

She’s had to clean too much of that for it not to give her flashbacks.

Shortest among the teams.

Reads those really cheap romance novels.

Prefers crunchy to soft food.

NO MAYONNAISE.

Favourite books are “Daddy Long-Legs” by Jean Webster and “The Adventures of Perrine (En Famille)” by Hector Malot Adapted by Edith Heal.

Goes out flying at night sometimes so that she can do it without the risk of being shot.

Keeps cassette tapes.

Knows how to make lao puo bing (sweetheart cake).

Has issues writing things that are interesting to read.

She can do formal and functional but expressing feelings is hard.

Rarely wears dresses, likes them but they’re not as convenient.

Thinks marriage could be nice but isn’t super hung up about it.

Makes lists to organize things she has to do.

Forgets stuff easily if they don’t have to do with other people.

Sings in the shower.

Is a bit of a crybaby but mostly in private.

She makes a point to run the fuck away or suppress that shit in front of peeps.

Modern AU (kid version)

Loves Hamilton.

Probably said to Dr. Humboldt at one point, “I have the honour to be your obedient servant.”

Likes her job as a receptionist.

Continues to take transit for like over an hour to work there even as her residence changes.

Her penny board is red with white trucks and blue wheels.

Pretty into battle tetris.

Isn’t great at it but plays a lot on the school computers when she can.

Favourite candy is Hi-Chew.

Never been to a sleepover.

Hasn’t ridden a bike.

But could probably figure it out in like ten minutes.

Buy her a frappuccino it’s her favourite.

Will sit outside clothing shops and sketch what’s in the display.

Knows how to make paper stars.

Wants to learn piano.

Has a lot of celebrity crushes on comedians.

Pretty clueless about current events.

Knows the public transit system super well.

Deity AU

Likes splashing around in water.

Especially with her wings out.

Will take opportunities to land on Diva’s head in pigeon form.

Sitting on people’s head as a birb is funny to her.

Mortals don’t understand what her birbs are saying unless she wants them to.

It just sounds like normal bird sounds.

Cue pigeon following her friends around and reciting the Bee movie.

Has a hoard of pretty marbles.

Shapes them when she’s bored.

Gives marbles as gifts sometimes, just as like a pretty thing.

Writes things and pins them up in her trees.

Sometimes poems she’s seen and likes.

Steals glass bits from mortals to hang up in her tree.

There’s some wind chimes up there too over the years.

She likes the sound.

Will sometimes talk to stray cats about her troubles that she’s too nervous to talk to Diva about.

Tells him about James this way.

Sometimes checks in on Ludwig secretly through gift eyes when she misses him but doesn’t want to approach for whatever reason.

Feels bad about it because it feels like spying.

Has a pile of gifts she made but hasn’t given yet.

Actually is pretty rich off of her job.

Even if she’s not paid much, Penna barely ever spends the drachmas on anything.

Wears backless sweaters in the modern age.

Gets a bit of a ‘hoard shiny things’ compulsion as time goes on.

Sometimes pretends to be an injured bird so humans will pick her up.

Meets James in 1840s.

Doesn’t tell him she’s a god.

Eventually kills him with Diva.

Touches her torc as a nervous reaction to be reassured that Divitiae was there for her.

#refiinedrogue #ask meme

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