#yes I have to talk more about this teacher because pet shop boys reminds me a lot of him

[depecherose]

Listening to the albums and some of Pet Shop Boys' rarest and most underrated songs... I feel like crying because they are such incredible melodies and lyrics... or also because they remind me of a very dear teacher of mine, who I always associated him with the songs of this incredible British duo🥺❤

[vixenpen]

You should DEFINITELY do a part 2 to the Dabi x teacher fic! Like it could be when they start taking their relationship to the next level and do some freaky things😏

Hot For Teacher pt.2 (Dabi x Black Reader)

Quirkless AU

(Friendly reminder in this Dabi owns a tattoo shop and is tatted and pierced up and reader is black and thiccccc🍑💦💦)

You were completely unaware of the turquoise eyes admiring your thick ass as you erased your last lesson from the white board.

Dabi’s dick flexed just imagining what sliding between those cheeks would feel like. The material of your conservative black dress clung to your juicy butt and round hips despite the loose material. He liked that.

After a while he couldn’t take it anymore and snuck up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pressing into you from the back.

“Dabi!” You squealed.

“Sorry, Ms. Y/n,” he chuckled against your kinky hair, “I just wanted to come by and see if it was possible to get some private lessons.”

You giggled, shaking your head, “you’re so corny. What are you doing here anyway?”

“I wanted to see if you wanted to get dinner, but I’m hungry now.”

“What? What’s the supp-oh!”

The soft material of your knee length dress slid against your body and the next thing you felt were Dabi’s big, warm hands massaging your hips and a very familiar bulge against the crack of your ass.

“Damn, teach,” your boyfriend grinned against your ear, his deep raspy voice made you shiver. “You should have known better than to wear a thong with this little dress of yours. All those pervy male teachers probably haven’t been able to take their eyes off you.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt strong fingers groping and massaging your ass cheeks.

“Dabi,” you croaked weakly, “not here.”

Dabi responded by snaking his pierced along your neck. You whimpered.

“D-Dabi..”

“Hmm?”

One his hands squeezed your full breasts beneath the material.

“Stop, I’m serious.”

“You know, you’re really hard to resist, right beautiful?” His hard on was massaging you through the jeans.

The two of you had been dating for a few months now, and had yet to go beyond kissing and heavy petting that always left Dabi wanting more. He wasn’t sure what you were waiting for, but he did know you were worth the wait.

And boy did you make him wait for it...and work for it. It was as hot as it was frustrating. His dick was so hard it hurt, and all he could think about was fucking you on your desk until you were screaming his name.

He turned you around to face him easily and scooped you up by those thick thighs of yours.

The next few moments were a blur. You saw pens and papers knocked to the floor before feeling your big bare ass settle against the cool wood of the desk.

“My lesson plans!”

Dabi’s lips cut off your protest, and his fingers worked the black dress off your body and over your head, exposing your curves to the cool air.

It was dizzying and exciting and sexy and...inappropriate! So inappropriate. This was your job!

“D-Dabi, wait!” You gasped between the feeling of his pierced lips nipping at you. “There might be students-“

“School ended an hour ago. Trust me. No kids are in this building.” He chuckled, amused.

“The janitors might-“

“I locked the door, beautiful. We’ll hear ‘em comin’.”

Turquoise eyes roamed your thick, dark body hungrily, followed by hands stacked with rings.

“Damn, I want you.” He muttered, diving down between your big breasts to lick and suck at them.

“Ahh~” you dug your fingers into his crop of black hair. “We can’t.” You gasped.

“Says who?”

“Da-ahh! Mmm.” His tongue was now snaking down your stomach. Kisses and bites being left on the melanated skin below your belly button. Fuck it felt so damn good.

He admired the glistening mess between your legs, parting the thick thighs to admire your creaming pussy.

“Fuckin’ delicious.”

And then he dove in.

“Ohh go—“

Dabi slurped at your clit gently. The flick of his pierced tongue combined with the warmth of his mouth sucking the sensitive pearl sent electricity tingling through you.

Your eyes fluttered shut and the muffled sounds of heels clicking down the hall as remaining teachers walked past your locked room was the furthest thing from your mind.

This was so wrong. This went against everything you stood for, and yet...

“Moan for me, y/n,” Dabi commanded against your pussy. “Don’t hold back. Or else I’ma stop holdin’ back.”

“Dabi~”

He smirked up at your pretty brown face and his fingers glided easily into the gripping heat of your cunt.

“Ahhaaa! Fuck! Fuck...” your hips bucked against the sensation.

Months of only being able to play in your cat had given Dabi plenty of time to get to know your weaknesses. He exploited every one of them now. Throwing your thick thighs around his neck he flexed his fingers while licking at your folds.

You could only squirm against him, one hand grabbing his head to push his face deeper while the other gripped the edge of your desk.

“D-Dabi, god yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop. B-baby, f-f-fu~”

Those sweet moans were music to Dabi’s ears. Your cum coated his fingers and your juices sprayed his face. He opened his mouth greedily drinking every drop.

Then he laughed low in his throat.

“Wow, Ms. Y/n, you really are a naughty teacher aren’t you?”

You tried to glare down at him, but it barely registered. You were too turned on to be pissed.

Dabi continued to tease you. “Letting me fuck you on your desk. Right here where you have to teach all these innocent young minds.”

“Sh-shut up!”

Dabi pressed kisses against the chunky meat of your thighs, his piercings tickled and his lips felt so good.

“Or what, Ms. Y/n?” He asked. “You’ll make me stay after class?”

He snickered and got to his feet.

You couldn’t help admiring him. He wasn’t a big guy by any means, but he was lean and well toned. You wanted to see all of him. Feel all of him.

Snatching him by his shirt, you pulled him close and locked your thick thighs around his trim hips. Your lips pressed against his, hungry to taste every bit of him.

The two of you pulled his shirt over his head and you grinned admiring the colorful tapestry of tattoos and, your favorite part, the barbells piercing his nipples.

Dabi gave a smug smirk. “What’s up, babe? Don’t wanna stop anymore?”

You cocked a brow. “Real funny for someone who moans like a bitch when I do this.”

Pulling him towards you by the waist of his jeans, you trailed your tongue around his nipple, gazing up at him in that way that drove him fucking crazy.

“Oh my god~” he sighed. “Fuuuck, y/n...”

You giggled softly, switching to the other nipple. A deep groan welled up from your man’s throat.

Taking back control, your hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants, squeezing the thick length trapped in his jeans.

Fuck his dick was so big. You had wanted to fuck your man for the longest time. And just feeling how hard his big dick was for you only confirmed that.

You pressed kisses up along his bobbing Adam’s apple, sucking at his studded earlobes. Your lips pressed to his ear as you purred out; “Now whose being naughty?”

That was about all the man could take.

He snatched you up off the desk once more to turn you around, laying you against it.

You heard the clang of his belt buckle as he snatched off his belt. Then you felt the leather and studs of it kiss your phat ass as he cracked it against you.

“OH FUCK!” You screamed.

“Yeah?” Dabi growled. “Since you wanna talk shit and be a little tease that’s what your ass gets.” He snapped back.

He spanked you a few more times, not caring about what straggling teachers may have heard the noise.

Your mouth hung open as you felt your boyfriend’s lean body press against your body, long dick rocking between the cheeks of your butt.

“I been wanting to fuck your fine ass up for a minute Ms. Y/n.” He chuckled. “This is gonna be fun.”

He stood up admiring the view of that big, perfect ass jiggling with all its dimples and stretch marks in front of him.

God. He couldn’t wait to dive in it.

You craned your neck and admired the long dick slipping between your ass crack. A trail of piercings forming a jacob’s ladder on the underside.

Dabi caught your eye and grinned, eyes flashing. “You ready, babygirl?”

“Fuck me.” You replied.

That was all the answer he needed. Dabi wasted no time plunging deep into that juicy cunt of yours and a strangled groan escaped you both.

“Ahaaa~ fuuuuck yesss, Dabi!”

It was an odd sensation. His piercings added another sensation of texture to your throbbing walls. Your pussy couldn’t get enough of it because you felt yourself clenching and flexing for more.

Luckily he was more than happy to give it to you. His hips rocked back and forth making you feel every. Single. Inch. Every bump and ridge of your tight heat got massaged as he long stroked inside you.

“Fuckkk, y/n, you feel even better than I imagined, babygirl.”

The Angle made your big butt squeeze his cock going in and out, adding an extra grip to his dick. He dug his fingers into the flesh of your ass massaging and squeezing it while he pummeled deep into you.

“You gonna let me cum in this fat ass of yours, y/n? Huh?” He ground out through gritted teeth, fucking you sonhard your booty jiggled and the desk creaked.

“Yes daddy. You-c-can cum-ahh~where-ever you-fuccck-want!” You managed back, throwing your ass back at him as best you could.

“God damn right I can. Fuck!” He sighed.

Dabi alternated between fucking you hard and rough and slow and deep. His hand landed against your ass again and again and again. The sting barely registered as anything other than pleasure.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck fuck FUCK! Don’t stop! Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” You gasped, drool drenching the desk where your mouth hung open.

“Got you baby-ah fuck! Don’t worry. Ima take care of you.” Dabi grunted back, eyes damn near closed in a mix of pure bliss and concentration.

The desk scraped as the force of your fuck session sent it sliding against the linoleum floors slightly. Neither of you stopped bucking and fucking.

If anything, you went harder. Dabi’s balls clapped your cunt with every stroke, and your ass jumped up to meet his pounding dick over and over until-

“AHAAA~”

“FUUUUCK!”

The two of you came so hard together it felt like you had ascended to another planet. Dabi Damn near collapsed on top of you. He pressed kisses against your curls and cooed about how amazing you felt. How amazing you were, as the two of you came down from your highs.

Finally, you were able to stand shakily to your feet—with Dabi’s help—and get dressed.

You sat back against the desk, panting and watching your very smug boyfriend pull on his shirt.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” You shook your head. “I knew you were trouble the day I met you.”

Dabi laughed. “Well, hey, if I’m so much trouble I could always come see you after class again.” He winked.

You threw a marker at his laughing face which he just barely dodged.w

“Shut the hell up and clean up my classroom.”

Still grinning Dabi leaned in for a kiss. “Yes ma’am, teacher.”

[ollforty]

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 || 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘅 𝗚𝗡 Shaman 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Synopsis - Satoru is your home, and boy does he have a surprise for you after a mission.  Word Count - 1,827  Genre - Fluff Warnings - Language, just Gojo being Gojo. 

For most, home was a building. Sometimes where your family lived, or maybe just by yourself with a pet to accompany you after a hard day at work. That was for most though. You didn’t have much of a family. You were an only child, your parents were killed by curses at a young age, and any other family you did had casted you aside because they blamed you for their death. 

You were lonely after that, that was until you met the spunky Satoru Gojo in your first year at Jujutsu Tech. He was the one who recruited you, telling you about everything and even bringing you to meet the principal. You were accepted and then attended Jujutsu Tech with Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, and Shoko Ieiri. 

You and Gojo were opposites all throughout highschool. He was flamboyant and full of himself, never respecting his seniors and sometimes even making a fool of himself. You were quiet and shy and tended to work by yourself, as you were extremely self reserved. 

You guys had bonded closely though, and since then, Satoru Gojo was your home. 

Now you were both 28 and teachers at Jujutsu Tech. You two were both special grade shamans, and went on missions together sometimes. Not to mention you had been dating for years now. Usually you opted to stay back to handle the first years while he was gone, but sometimes left it up to your fellow friend Kento Nanami if you decided to accompany him. 

Satoru was currently gone on a mission, so you decided to take Itadori on a walk with you. Him being alive was still being hidden, but you knew him and Satoru were plotting a huge reveal. “Hey L/n Sensei?” Itadori asked while you walked the busy streets of Tokyo.

“Yes, Itadori?” you responded. 

“Excuse me if I’m overstepping my boundaries, but how did you and Gojo-Sensei get together? You guys seem so different, but work so well together somehow.” he said. “Hm, well… We met when we were your age. He brought me to Jujutsu Tech and we went to school together.” you said. “Woah! Really?” he asked. “Yes really.” you chuckled. “Did you know Nanami, too?” “Yup, he was a year below us.” “That’s cool!” he said. “I suppose,” you said, “how about we stop and get some sushi as a reward for how hard you’ve been working?” you asked.

“That would be awesome!” he exclaimed “When we get there, can you tell me more?” “Whatever floats your boat kid.” you shrugged. 

You both walked together, soon entering the nearest sushi place. Once you got the food you both had ordered (more like made itadori order), you paid the man at the register and sat down. You sat down facing away from the door of the small establishment. 

“Wow! Thank you Sensei.” he smiled, digging into his sushi happily. 

“You owe me, kid.” you winked jokingly. He stopped eating and stared at you. “I thought this was to celebrate. Plus, I ordered for you!” he frowned. “Was it?” you asked. “Don’t do that!” he exclaimed, sighing of relief when he saw your grin. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” you laughed, grabbing your chopsticks and starting to eat as well. 

“Who knew you, a teacher, can’t even order for yourself.”

“Shut up asshole, I paid for it.” you giggled. “You’re so mean.” he frowned.

“Awh come on, I was just joking with ya kid.” You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and you grabbed it out, seeing that Satoru was calling. 

“Hello?” you said, Itadori giving you a ‘who is it look’. You held your finger up as a way to say hold on.

“Hey. I’m dying. Just wanted to let you know.” he said in a monotone voice. “wHAT?” you whisper shouted. Itadori gave you a weird look and you glared at him. 

“Just kidding, did I get you?” he asked. 

“What the fuck, Satoru.” you said. “Goodbye.” “Wai-” You hung up on him and cut him off. “Was that Gojo-Sensei?” he asked. 

“Yes.” you said, continuing eating. 

“What did he say?” he asked . “Something that made me want to punch him.” you mumbled through the bite you had just taken. Your phone started ringing again. You picked it up and stared at the screen, eventually accepting it. “What?” you groaned. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” he apologized. 

“Not funny, Satoru.” you said. He knew you were always anxious about him dying, despite his power, it was a major fear you had.

“I know, I apologize.” he said.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you said, “now what do you want?” 

“I wanted to check in on my lovely significant other! So, whatcha doin’?” he asked. 

“I took Itadori out for some sushi.” you said. “Where?” he asked. “In Tokyo, where else?” 

“Fair point.” he said. 

“Are you doing anything interesting?” you asked, taking another bite of your sushi. 

“Nah, not really. Just doing some sightseeing.” he said. “Aren’t you supposed to be on a mission?” you asked. “I am.” “Then why are you ‘sightseeing’?” 

“Because I wanted to. And I already exorcised two of the three curses that i was sent to exorcise so…” “Whatever suits you then” you sighed, rolling your eyes. 

“I’m gonna go refill my drink.” Itadori said softly. You nodded and he got up and walked away. 

“How’s my boy Itadori doing?” he asked. 

“Good.” “How’s the sushi?” “Good.” “C’mon,” he whined, “don’t just say ‘good’, say something else!” 

You were tempted to say good again, but you didn’t. Instead, you just sat in silence and continued eating your sushi. Itadori came back and sat down, quickly devouring what was left of his sushi. 

“HeLlO? Are you theRE?” he asked.

“Yes.” you said. 

“You’re boring..” he groaned. 

“You’re the one who called me.” you reminded him. “Whatever. I’ll be home the day after tomorrow. See you then!” he said. “Bye Satoru.” you said.

“Hey…” he pouted. “What?” you asked. “You didn’t say it.” he sniffled. 

“I love you, you big goof.” you said.

“I love you moreee.” he said.

“Yeah.” you said. You hung up before he could say anything else and set your phone back down on the table. 

“What was that all about?” Itadori asked. 

“Satoru is planning something,” you sighed, “like always.”

“What do you think he’s-” his phone went off. “Oh.”

“Huh?”

“Fushiguro texted me.” he said. 

“Oh, okay cool.” 

“You were a slow eater compared to Itadori, who was already finished. You slid some money over to him and nodded.

“Get some more, I know you’re still hungry. You’re under my supervision, so it's up to me to make sure you’re properly fed.” 

“Woah, really? You’re the best!” he exclaimed, hopping out of his seat to get more food.

Once he came back, you both ate what you had. Itadori looked up at you and his face kinda looked red. 

“You good?” you asked. 

“Y-yeah..” he looked down. 

“Okay then…” you chuckled at how awkward he was being. 

“When are you and Gojo-Sensei going to get married?” he asked randomly. You laughed a little bit.

“Who would want to marry me?” you asked, only half joking. 

“Me.” a voice behind you said. You turned around in your seat to see Satoru on one knee behind you, holding a sparkling engagement ring in a black velvet box. You choked when you saw him. 

“Get it Gojo-Sensei!” Itadori cheered. “So… Y/n, will you marry me?” 

Your face turned red and you just about started crying.

“Y-yes.” you said. He didn’t hesitate to put the ring on your finger and sweep you up, kissing you softly. 

“I missed you.” he grinned. 

“I missed you too, but everyone is staring at us.” you whispered. You were trying not to cry tears of joy in front of everyone, this was the best moment of your life so far, and you were glad to be able to share it with others, but you did not like being the center of attention.

“Congratulations!” someone cheered. Everyone started clapping for you and your face burned with embarrassment. 

“Yeah Gojo-Sensei! Woohoo!” Itadori shouted. 

“I hate it here.” you groaned. Satoru gave you a quick forehead kiss. 

“Nah, you love me,” he said cheekily. “Now come on kid, lets go.”

Satoru carried you outside and Itadori followed close behind after throwing the trash away from your guys meal. 

“Itadori, grab my hand.” he said. Once Itadori did, the three of you were warped back to where Itadori had been staying. 

“I’m going to take Y/n home, I’ll check back in with you later, okay?” Satoru said.

“Yes sir.” Itadori bowed. You chuckled at his actions. You held onto Satoru’s arm and he warped you back to your house.

“How was your day?” he asked, smiling like a kid in a candy shop.

“It was wonderful.” you said, kissing his cheek.

“I can’t believe I’m marrying the love of my life.” he let out a happy sigh.

“Wish I could say the same.” “What?!” he gasped.

“I’m just kidding,” you snickered, “that’s what you get for earlier.”

“Hm..” he said, “c’mere.”

He dragged you to your shared bedroom and you hopped on the bed. He laid down next to you on his back. 

“Can’t we just check on Itadori together tomorrow? I don’t want you to leave…” 

“Aww, of course babe.” he said, giving you a quick kiss. He took out his phone and texted Itadori that he would visit tomorrow instead of later tonight. 

“Why don’t we watch some movies?” he suggested. 

“Sounds nice.” you yawned. He turned the tv in your guys room on as you closely cuddled up to him. 

“What would you like to watch? He asked. 

“Whatever you want.” you smiled. He put a movie on and he hugged you tightly, showering you with kisses as he paid attention to the movie. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, “I just love you so much.”

“I love you more.” you smiled, kissing his nose.

“Impossible.” he said

“Oh, it is indeed very possible,” you smiled, “and bye the way, did Itadori know about your little plan?” “I told him I was coming, I texted him after talking to you on the phone.” “That bastard… he lied to me!” you exclaimed.

“Huh?” “He said Fushiguro texted him. That little-” “He can’t just ruin my surprise!” he chuckled. 

“You’re such an asshole.” you whined. 

“The asshole that you’re marrying,” he said, “that you chose to marry.” 

“You’re lucky I love you as much as I do.” you said, laying your head on his chest. He gently ran his hands through your hair.

“Yeah, I really am lucky.” he whispered. 

“As am I.” you smiled, holding the hand that wasn’t being used to run through your hair. 

Satoru Gojo had been your home for years, now he’d be your home for as long as you both live. Just like you both wanted since high school.

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[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

The Sight of You (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: Spencer’s disturbing dreams about his childhood bring him back to Las Vegas to face two of his childhood’s greatest enemies: his estranged father and his ex best friend.

AN: it’s a friends to enemies to lovers fic! Set in the episode “Memoriam” 4x07

Content Warnings: usual Criminal Minds stuff, mentions of child death, childhood trauma, descriptions of a dead body. Let me know if I missed anything!

Despite seeing Spencer around Pre-k, Y/N did not trot over to talk to him with their brightly coloured rucksack swinging vigorously and violently behind them. They walked faster instead once their parents had dropped them off. Spencer did his best to catch up to Y/N but lost them around the corner in the sea of students seeking their next class. He was meant to be one of them. Adjusting his glasses as they slipped down his nose, Spencer noted that he needed a new prescription before entering his own class and preparing to focus on a subject he was already well-versed in.

It was lunch time when Spencer finally found Y/N. They were sitting at the furthest end of the table in the canteen. But Y/N cowered away from him, his shoulders drawn up defensively.

“Are you OK, Y/N?” Spencer asked before getting to what was more significant to him: “Do you know when you will be free to play again?”

The next sentence out of Y/N’s mouth stung like a nettle. They stood up, their face contorted in their fit, and they pushed Spencer hard on the shoulders.

“Go away! I can’t look at you! You make me feel sick, you and your family!” They cried.

They went silent when Spencer was laughed at by those who heard what was said. Just grabbed their lunch and moved away, leaving Spencer spellbound in the middle of the canteen, heartbroken and with a new opening for a potential chess partner. Maybe that man they saw last week at the park would be kind enough to join him again.

But there was no replacement for Y/N, who now never said a word when they caught a glimpse of Spencer being bullied – only dithering about on the spot before fleeing the scene moments before a teacher would show up.

Spencer was hurt; that hurt warped into hatred when he was next out with his mother and father. They were at the shopping mall and had just bought Spencer his new glasses. Going down the escalator, he saw Y/N. They were smiling and skipping between their parents, a new pair of shoes shiny on their feet.

The second they spotted the Reids, Y/N ducked behind their parents. Spencer could still see their face: brow furrowed, eyes squinting, hands shaking now that nothing was holding them. Their parents didn’t seem to notice. They kept talking and walking even as Y/N stopped in time with the Reids stepping off the escalator.

Sudden footsteps running away was what dragged the public’s attention to a suddenly absent child.

“Y/N!” The parents called out as they chased after the four-year-old. They were quick past the Reids, not stopping to say ‘hello’.

Spencer kept his eyes trained after Y/N’s fleeing form, right until his mother’s face came into view. Diana looked saddened; she too was staring after the L/Ns. Turned to his father. William was composed but his eyes were turned down and watering.

For making his parents react like that to their mere presence, Spencer despised Y/N.

---> ---> ---> ---> ---> 

 The burning hatred from adolescence staled once Spencer reached adulthood. The protective nature that spawned from it for his mother remained.

Which is why, when Diana Reid casually mentioned Y/N when asked about Riley Jenkins, Spencer froze up.

“You remember Y/N?” He said stiffly.

Diana didn’t notice her son’s change in tone, “Of course, you two were opposites but you got on so well. So sad what happened to them.”

The first guess was that she was referring Y/N’s repeated attempts at running away before Reid cut contact with neighbourhood gossip at age fourteen. He didn’t bother with a second attempt to understand what his mother meant.

“I don’t care about Y/N. I want to know if you remember Riley.”

“And I told you: Riley was a boy you made up.”

“No, Mom, he was a real boy who lived in our neighbourhood, and somebody killed him. And, I don't know, I think-- I think that dad might have had something to do with it.”

“He was real?”

“Yes. And...”

“He was on that little league team, too.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

The whole case was surreal - “case” being a very loose term.

When they got into his office, Spencer thought that perhaps things might simmer down a little. Unfortunately, as soon as his father spoke about their history of similarity in appearance, Spencer’s usual comfort of statistics and facts on the elderly and pets failed to conceal his abandonment issues.

William Reid was clearly affected by Spencer’s accusations, calling the idea of fitting the profile thus being Riley’s killer “absurd”. Furthermore, he was confrontational when asked for access to his files and demanded a warrant. Coupled with Lou Jenkins’ absolute certainty that William was not involved in Riley’s murder and Penelope asking him “you sure about this?” concerning invading the aforementioned files, Spencer was very close to snapping.

“I really wish people would stop asking me that.”

Then there was the envelope posted beneath his motel room door. Suspicious timing aside, there was a brand-new suspect basically handed over on a silver platter. One Gary Michaels whom Spencer couldn’t remember him but he couldn’t be sure that he didn’t know him. Uncertainty being the feeling he hated the most.

This man could fit the profile; his previous of exposing himself to a minor was a precursor to molestation. But that wasn’t what Spencer wanted to hear from the shady file slipped to direct his attention away from William.

Garcia reported back about his father’s drives, “No kiddie porn, no membership to illicit websites, no dubious emails, no chat room history.”

“What about his finances?”

Hotch joined the conversation, “We went back ten years. No questionable transactions that we can find.”

Spencer sighed while Emily decided to crack a joke: “Well, he did buy a ticket to see Celine Dion six months ago, but I think we can overlook that.”

“He’s smart. Is it possible he kept things under the table?” Spencer persisted.

“Well, of course,” Hotch answered, “But from what we can tell, Reid, he doesn’t fit the profile.”

“We can tell you other things about him, if you want to know.”

A peace offering on behalf of Emily. Clearly she had improved after her night out and subsequent hangover. Spencer gave the go-ahead and Emily listed her profile:

“He's a workaholic, he actually logs more hours than we do. He makes decent money, but he doesn't spend a lot of it. He has a modest house. He drives a hybrid. He doesn't travel much. He stays away from the casinos. Um, and according to his veterinary bills, he has a very sick cat.”

“He appears to spend most of his free time alone,” Hotch added, “He goes to the movies a lot, and he reads. And from his collection of first editions, it seems his favourite author is-”

Spencer interrupted his boss, “Isaac Asimov, I remember that one.” He pressed his lips together. They were right; William Reid did not fit the profile.

Garcia piped up once more, “He does have one other major interest. On his home computer, he's archived, like, a ka-jillion things on one common subject.”

“What?”

“You, kiddo. He's got, like, everything that's been published online. Every article you've been quoted in, pieces you've written for behavioural science journals, He even has a copy of your dissertation.”

“He's keeping tabs on you,” Rossi said, That's saying something.”

But Spencer smoothly dismissed this attempt to make excuses for his father, “Yeah, he googled me. That makes up for everything. I'm going to get some air.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

After getting said air, Spencer went to the local bar and began playing an computerised poker game. His paying attention was only to distract himself, clear his head with something he knew he could control. And thankfully, a chance interaction with a lady at the bar spawned the inspiration for a sporadic hypnosis session.

Doctor Jan Mohikian allowed them a session. Reminded of the limitations that a four-year old’s memory could provide, not including the bias he already had as a son and a profiler, Spencer lay on the couch. His feet hung over the end so that his head could be comfortable in a pillow. There was no time for self-consciousness with Rossi in the room observing. He closed his eyes and felt his hand be placed upon Doctor Mohikian’s body.

She spoke low and calmingly, “I want you to hold my wrist in your left hand. And if you should feel any fear, I want you to squeeze, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Go back to the night you were just telling me about. You're at home, in your room. You can't sleep because your parents are arguing.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

 His eyes were closed still, but the couch shifted into a bed. His bed. A floor below, the faint shouting between his mother and father was heard. There was someone else there too. A child wailing, and it wasn’t him.

Suddenly his father was at his side, touching his arm, saying, “I know you’re awake. Daddy loves you; you know that?”

Spencer didn’t want to be there, and then it was the following morning.

Putting his glasses, the room fell into focus. His mother was there, she didn’t see him because she was too busy looking out the window. Her body language told him that this was not a meltdown, but what she saw was distressing. She’d been crying. As she walked away into the house, she hid her face as if she knew Spencer was watching and she wanted to hide her reaction from him.

Spencer ran to the window the second Diana had left the room.

His father was in the back garden and burning clothes. A bloody shirt, a tiny cardigan, landed on top of the pile already set alight.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and wake.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

 And Spencer was shocked out of the scene, back to the doctor’s couch and gripping her wrist with an iron grip. Rossi was by his side, bringing him back to peace with his voice.

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

 Derek was clearly disturbed that Spencer was very set on his father being a paedophilic murderer as much as he had been that Spencer was taking something that was said after his mother’s fit seriously. He continued however to assist with Rossi in Spencer’s investigation.

As if everything else hadn’t been hard enough, the captain took some time to agree to holding William Reid in custody. Finally, he settled for twenty-four hours. William was as resistant to the questions as he had been upon the initial reunion. All he could say was that he didn’t hurt Riley. Spencer wore him down, getting him to drop the Gary Michaels bomb plus the threat that he “didn’t want to go down that road”.

Garcia’s search of Gary Michaels’ DNA on the databases brought to light that their suspect was dead. Buried across state lines, beat over the head with a pipe or bat, and the body was discovered in 2001.

“Maybe it wasn’t Riley’s blood on the clothes he was burning.” Derek was about to hang up when Garcia began to speak again, a new discovery ready for her team.

“Also, Todd found something in your father’s finances. There was a standing order for a therapist, specifically a child therapist from 1985 to 1995. I thought it was for Spencer, but William left when you were twelve, and these sessions continue irregularly after he left you!”

“Who was the patient?”

“One Y/N L/N. Local to North Vegas, born 1980 to Shelly and Finley L/N.”

Both Rossi and Derek looked away from the phone to Spencer and he knew. He knew he’d have to face another villain from the past – like a knight in one of Y/N’s stories.

“Still alive?”

“Yep, already pulling up an address. There’s a lot of short leases attached to this name. Lucky for you, they keep going back to live with their parents.”

Spencer wasn’t entirely sure that he could handle two bitter reunions in one day.

“We’ll send off the fingerprint while we visit Y/N. They could have been a potential victim of Michaels before he died. They might know something.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

It was a normal home in a normal neighbourhood. Spencer had never visited Y/N’s house. Their play-dates were always at the park.

“Hello, Mr L/N,” held up their badges, “I’m Agent Derek Morgan, this is Agent David Rossi and Doctor Spencer Reid. May we come in and ask you some questions?”

“Sure. My wife is uh out at work at the moment,” Finley opened the door wider and stepped aside for the trio to enter, “I’m the house husband as it were.”

Looking about the kitchen, Spencer spied several photos of an adult Y/N but very few of them as a toddler and even less as a teenager.

“You have a child, Mr L/N?” Rossi asked.

“All grown up now, Y/N,” Finley smiled with a nod. Then he squinted at Spencer, “You’re not related to William Reid by chance, are you?”

Masking his bitterness, Spencer said shortly, “He’s my father.”

Finley seemed in awe at the prospect, so Derek redirected the conversation back to the matter at hand, “What was Y/N like as a child?”

Nodding still, like a bobble head, Finley looked weary at the notion, “Troubled. They were very young when they withdrew into themselves. Used to run away from home a lot. I don’t know what happened, but Y/N never told us.” He then jumped to protect his child’s reputation at present, “They’re doing better now, went to therapy and they’re doing very well for themselves.”

“I’m glad to hear.” Rossi replied.

Finley continued his defence of Y/N, “They’re a published author, they write fantasy things for kids and young adults. We’re very proud of them.”

“Did Y/N know Riley Jenkins when they were a child?”

“Riley Jenkins, that’s Lou’s kid who died, right?” Finley sought confirmation and, when he had it, he spoke, “Not personally. I think they might have played at the park once or twice. Before he died, Y/N would play with anyone. But you… you know that.” And Finley gestured to Spencer, much to his disgust.

“Is Y/N in the area?” Spencer asked briskly.

“Well, they’re due for a visit in a few hours. They went on holiday.”

“They still live with you?”

“A month ago, they got a new flat in the city. But they’ve got their own room here, for whenever they need it.”

“May we see it?”

The wallpaper was barely visible beneath exam revision notes, posters of Fresh sheets on the bed and the clear space on the floor were the only tidy things about the place. It was a haven of organised clutter.

A chess set caught Spencer’s eye. It sat upon the windowsill, recently dusted. The pieces were not that of a classic set; each was painted prettily but with enough error to indicate it was a personal touch.

“You and Y/N were close then?” Derek was holding up a photo album. Upon inspection, the photograph the page was open on was of Spencer and Y/N dressed up for Halloween as Doctor Frankenstein and the Monster respectively – accurate to the book of course.

“Yeah, ‘were’,” Spencer turned back to the chess set. He didn’t bother to ask when his friends had figured out he knew Y/N.

Rossi decided to further test the waters, “You think that Y/N could have killed Riley?”

“Of course not. A four-year-old couldn’t kidnap, tie up, rape, and kill a boy their own age. No violent history that indicates they would ever do something like this. Do I think that Y/N knows something about what happened and my father is trying to keep them quiet? Yes.”

Rossi moved beside Spencer, picking up the knight. Except it wasn’t a knight. It was a wizard of some kind in purple robes.

“We’ll stay up here for a bit then go down once Y/N’s inside and settled,” He gestured with the knight to the window. Spencer blanched as he spied a cab at the end of the driveway. The trunk was open and someone was retrieving a suitcase from within.

Y/N appeared around the corner, waving off the cab and turning to the house. Mr L/N appeared on the drive and they met in the middle for a hug. Over Mr L/N’s shoulder, Spencer could see that Y/N had grown into their chubby childhood features. They looked genuinely happy.

He would have to go through with it, but he didn’t have to like it. And he couldn’t go hide in the bathroom like with his father.

The trio plodded down the stairs when the sound of the front door closing was replaced with a joyous gathering in the kitchen. It all changed when Y/N went to take off their jacket and caught sight of the three FBI agents standing in the doorway. Taking out his badge, Rossi led the way.

“Hello, Y/N, I’m Agent David Rossi, this is Agent Derek Morgan, and Doctor Spencer Reid. We’re looking into the death of Riley Jenkins, and we were hoping to ask you some questions.”

To the naked eye, very little changed about Y/N’s appearance. To the three profilers, there was a visceral reaction: Y/N’s right hand started trembling, the hard swallow, the dropping of their gaze from Spencer to the floor.

“OK,” They said, a great deal quieter than they had been with their father.

Rossi sat next to Y/N at the dinner table. Derek was beside Rossi; Spencer stayed standing. Mr L/N stayed in the kitchen, at Y/N’s request.

“Can you tell us what you remember about Riley?” Rossi began.

“Not very much, I don’t really remember much about school.”

“Oh, you don’t?” Spencer blurted, “Well, I do.”

Derek glanced back at him with a look that just screamed “shut the hell up”. It seemed to cut down Y/N’s resolve, their jaw quivering.

“Sorry, can you give me a moment?” They stood up quick, the chair legs scraping loudly against the floor as they walked just as fast to the kitchen. Through the open door, Rossi, Derek, and Spencer watched Y/N grab a glass from the open dishwasher. The water from the tap hit the bottom of the glass harsh, crashing out like a wave of the ocean hitting a cliff. Y/N didn’t seem to care. Their hand dripped water onto the surface as they chugged back some of the drink before returning to the table with a topped-up glass.

“Are you alright?” Rossi inquired, leaning closer to Y/N.

They answered wearily, “Fine, just feeling woozy.”

“You’re a writer?”

“Yeah, you’re a writer too. My mom reads your stuff before bed.”

“Bit of an odd nightcap,” Rossi said with a little chuckle.

Y/N shared that smile for the briefest of moments, replying “You’re telling me.”

From their pocket, they pulled out some painkillers, popping them back with a slug of water then speaking again. “I remember Riley was smaller than me. Still figuring out coordination, but he liked to play chase. I know he was killed; I didn’t find out how until I looked into it last year.”

“Why did you look into it?” Rossi gently probed.

Y/N rubbed two fingers back and forth across their head as they spoke, “I was back here, I felt sick so I went for a walk in the park, and I just remembered him tripping over while trying to tag me. No one ever told me what happened, just that he had to go away. I wanted to know what happened to him.”

“Are you sick often?” Derek asked suddenly, his voice soft to match Rossi. Spencer grimaced at the treatment Y/N was receiving but said nothing.

“Headaches and stomach aches mostly.”

“You get them whenever you come home?”

“I do. Figured I was allergic to something but never figured out what.”

That would have to be a very quick response, like a dog allergy. And coincidental, seeing as the symptoms didn’t start until they saw Spencer.

“Y/N?” called their father, “Can you come here a moment please?”

“May I?”

“Of course,” said Derek and Y/N was out of the room. Derek pivoted in his chair to include Spencer in his theory, “I think they know something, but they don’t know they know it. I think they repressed this memory like you did, Spencer. We should take him to the therapist, see if we can jog his memory.”

“You can’t be serious,” Spencer covered his face with his hands, dragging them down with irritation.

Derek was persistent though, “Spencer, like it or not, Y/N’s linked to this investigation. Put aside your differences for a moment, please.”

Spencer all but squawked, “Put aside my differences?”

“You have brought a lot of bias to this case. Let us at least pursue this lead.”

“Sorry,” Y/N interrupted Spencer’s retort, sitting back at the table, “He needed someone to get unhook the loft door. Mom usually does it.”

“That���s alright.” Rossi waved a hand dismissively. Once Y/N accepted that, he moved in with Derek’s suggestion, “You know, some people have strong physical reactions to memories, trauma. Maybe you’re not getting sick. You’re rejecting something.”

“Rejecting?” repeated Y/N. There was no doubt in their voice, more cautious curiosity.

Derek nodded, “A memory, repressing it, and your body has linked the physical responses to your home. We think it has something to do with this case, and we’d like to see if we can retrieve any memories you might have. Would you be alright to come with us?”

“Yeah,” said Y/N, though they didn’t sound too certain, “Yeah sure.”

The resigned, too tired look on their face, and Spencer felt a tug in his chest. A longing to see Y/N smile like they had when they first entered the house. He’d rather hate someone who was happy than someone who suffered the same as him.

Leaving the house, Spencer took a deep breath of fresh air.

“Spencer?”

He ignored Y/N’s voice for a moment, but he couldn’t disregard Y/N standing in front of him and speaking again, “Spencer, can we talk please?”

“I’m busy,” He said, already walking off as he pretended to call someone, “Hey Garcia.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

 “Hold onto my hand, use it as an anchor, and squeeze when you feel fear.” Doctor Mohikian accepted Y/N’s hand on her wrist and their silence nod as they lay back on the same couch Spencer had been just hours before.

“I want you to think back to your childhood, back to when you were five. You’re at the park, your parents are on a bench watching nearby to keep you safe. What do you see?”

“Spencer Reid.”

Derek and Rossi glanced at Spencer, who did not react. They kept quiet so that Y/N could immerse themselves in the hypnosis.

“What’s he doing?” Doctor Mohikian continued.

“Teaching me chess.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

Sat on opposite sides of the table, Spencer and Y/N’s eyes were glued to the chess pieces that were neatly organised between them. Spencer was thinking strategy. He could not say the same for his companion Y/N. They reached a hand out and hovered over the pieces before finally selecting their last knight.

Their tongue clicked as Y/N trotted the piece on the spot.

“What’s this one again?”

“The knight,” Spencer recited, “It moves two spaces up, down, left or right, and another step perpendicular to the first direction.”

“Brave creatures riding into battle,” Y/N narrated before continuing their clip-clopping to its new position, “Pawns in the game of war.”

Spencer didn’t understand how they were coming up with this whilst playing. Well, actually, he did. Because Y/N was clearly not playing to win. They were playing for the best possible story.

“Where do you think this story will end?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t know.”

“You’re lying,” said Y/N, pushing back the sleeves of their white cardigan, “Come on, you can tell me, with your magic powers.”

“It’s not magic. It’s logic.”

“That’s magic to me,”

Narrowing his eyes, Spencer decided that he should give his friend the information they sought: “I see checkmate in fifteen moves.”

“See? Magic! The gift of sight!” crowed Y/N, clapping their hands together. The cardigan sleeves fell back in place as they did so. Spencer felt his cheeks heat up; he dropped his head so he could smile in privacy while Y/N began to decide their next move.

“How’s your mommy today?”

Shrugging, Spencer said, “Better than normal. But that means a bad day is around the corner.”

Y/N nodded solemnly. “Do you want another ice cream? I got more birthday money.”

“No thank you.” Spencer moved the piece but was immediately intercepted by Y/N, “You’re getting better.”

“Fank you.”

“You’ll have to wait longer to beat me though.” And he snatched Y/N’s knight away, just as planned and much to Y/N’s dismay.

A new voice from their left spoke, “Hey you’re pretty good.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

 Y/N’s grip tightened on Doctor Mohikian’s wrist, “Someone’s with us.”

“Who do you see?” Doctor Mohikian asked patiently.

“A man. He’s asking us if he can watch us play, listen to the story.”

“Do you want him to stay?”

“No,” Y/N flinched, “But Spencer keeps talking to him. The man won’t go away.”

“It’s OK, it’s OK, you’re safe, Y/N.”

Y/N flinched again, this time letting out a whimper, “He’s on the floor.”

“Spencer is?”

“No, the man.”

“What’s he doing on the floor?”

“He’s,” Y/N began panting, their face tensing and body jerking, “I can’t get to him. There’s glass in the way and the ground is shaking.”

“Y/N.”

“I can’t look, I’ll be sick! Whenever I see them, sick.”

“OK, you’re going to wake up in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”

Their eyes snapped open with the click of the fingers and Y/N leapt out of Doctor Mohikian’s couch. Their head aimed over the bin by the door and they retched. Nothing came up but their stomach continued to squeeze up

Spencer fidgeted in his seat, trying his best not to look at Y/N. The choice words of the session, three in particular, wrapped around his head.

“Floor”.

Y/N had seen Gary Michaels inside, somewhere that wasn’t the park.

“Glass”.

A window, Y/N was watching what Gary Michaels was doing.

“Sick”.

“Go away! I can’t look at you! You make me feel sick, you and your family!”

“Them”.

It wasn’t just Michaels in the room alone. They had been a witness to his murder.

Derek’s movement to help Y/N took Spencer out of his analysis. Sweaty, Y/N was led back to the couch, the bin between their legs, head lolling forward. Spencer tried to move beside them for questioning, but Y/N winced and began heaving again. He felt that ache in his chest again. He was causing this and nothing he could do would change that. Not until they both knew what happened to Riley and Y/N got help through it.

“What did you see, Y/N?” Derek asked as he replaced Spencer’s spot beside them.

With watering eyes, Y/N looked at Spencer, “The man we played with, he was on the floor. His head – thank you.” They accepted the water from Doctor Mohikian, gulping some back, “It was smashed in.”

The three agents left the room, Doctor Mohikian following after Y/N left to get some air.

“It’s logical to assume that Y/N tied that sickness, that repulsion because of what they thought they saw your mother be involved with, to you and your family,” Doctor Mohikian evaluated.

Interrupting again, Spencer stammered his way through his analysis, “That’s why they avoided me. They associated me with being ill. It’s probably also why they ran away so much; they had to get away from this horrible feeling they had associated with their home.”

Doctor Mohikian shook her head, “We won’t be able to use this in court, I told you when we started.”

Derek’s phone started to ring. As he answered, Spencer somehow managed to slip away for long enough to find Y/N. They were leaning against the ramp’s railing in front of the practice, their body lifting and slumping with each deep breath they took. Against his better judgement, he moved toward them.

“Y/N? Can I have your number?”

The breathing slowed again.

“I need it to call you with an update on the situation as soon as we get one.”

Without looking up, Y/N pulled out their phone and handed it over to Spencer. He punched his number in a new contact, using this time to gather the courage to maybe say something else. The hurt and pain went beyond him now. Y/N was suffering and had been much longer than he had.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Spencer said quietly, hoping that his didn’t add to the illness, “I hope you feel better soon.”

Their head still down, Y/N croaked, “You too, Spencer.”

“Spencer, get over here! We got a match on a print on Michaels’ body!”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

“What makes you think Gary Michaels killed your boy?”

“He admitted it,” Lou Jenkins said, as monotonous as he had been for the last fifteen minutes of the interrogation.

Derek’s quickfire was on Jenkins instantly, “You beat a guy with a baseball bat, he's going to admit to a lot of things. How do you know he was the right guy?”

“I know. He approached another kid in the neighbourhood.”

“And how do you know that?

“I was told by a concerned party.”

“Who? Another parent?”

Jenkins leant back in his chair, “That's all I'm going to say on the subject.”

“Who was it?” Spencer suddenly spoke up.

Caught off guard at his interjection, Jenkins awkwardly parroted himself, “I told you that's all I'm going to say on the sub—"

Reid slammed his hands on the table, getting right up in Lou’s face, “Who was it?”

The door opened, Detective Hyde appeared, “Agent Reid?”

“Do not interfere with this interrogation, detective,” shouted Spencer, “This is not your case anymore!”

Once again, he was cut off. This time, by the arrival of his own mother, Diana, and her admission of guilt: “Spencer, it was me”.

  ---> ---> ---> ---> ---> 

  Of all the things this case had brought him, Spencer least expected to be sitting in a room with his mother and father together for the first time in years. To have Diana explain to him how she was involved in a child’s murder was also up there with the unthinkable.

But he stayed quiet and listened to her confession.

The reveal that she had seen Gary Michaels playing chess with him and Y/N, that she and got a feeling that something was wrong before anything had even happened, opened the story. Lou Jenkins’ involvement was next on the menu. Two days after the chess game, he drove Diana to Michaels’ house, disclosed his history of child abuse, and demanded she leave while he went into the house.

Upon reaching the point where she entered the house, Diana struggled with her words. William reached over and took her hand.

She described seeing Lou with the bat, standing over the body, slipping in the pool of blood, finding Y/N standing in the window and their face, their little face as innocent as the white cardigan that covered their shoulders and absorbed the blood from Diana’s hands as she shook their shoulders.

“And the rest... It's all dark after that.”

William continued for her. Diana came home and brought Y/N with her. Eventually he came to understand what had happened and decided that nobody could ever know.

“You were burning her bloody clothes,” Spencer concluded.

His father nodded, “But the knowing, you can't burn that away. It changes everything.”

“You paid for Y/N to go to therapy.”

William didn’t seem surprised that Spencer knew this, going straight into explaining: “They went into a dissociative fugue state after seeing what Lou had done. When Diana brought them home, they were just stiff. I asked them for their home number, to call their parents, but they started screaming and throwing up. We had to take them to the police station.” He mopped his brow with a handkerchief, “They needed help, but their parents couldn’t afford it. And they didn’t know what had happened. I couldn’t drag another person into this, Spencer.”

“Is this why you left?”

“I tried to keep us together, Spencer. I swear to you, but the weight of that knowledge, it was too much.”

“You could have come back. Could have started over.”

“I didn't know how to take care of you anymore. When I lost that confidence, there was no going back. What's done is done.”

“At least now you know the truth,” Diana made an effort to smile at her son

Choking on his words and the overwhelming remorse he felt, Spencer refused to look at his parents any longer, “I was wrong about everything. I'm sorry.”

And William said something that Spencer had been waiting for, for a long time, “I am, too, Spencer.”

  ---> ---> ---> ---> ---> 

  All of this was repeated when Spencer walked with Y/N through their old park the following day. Filling the final gaps in the memory would hopefully bring some respite to them both. Or at least maybe something to start the recovery process, easing Y/N’s sickness and Spencer’s pain.

“I’m sorry for my behaviour during this case,” Spencer sniffed, “When you said we made you sick, back when we were four, I thought you had seen my mom during one of her episodes and thought she was a freak, like everyone else.”

That stopped Y/N in their tracks, their hands coming up to cover their mouth, their eyes misty, “Oh Spencer, I’m sorry too, I’m so, so sorry I caused you so much pain.”

Spencer’s hands rushed up as if to create belated damage control, “It’s ok! I hurt you too. I made you sick.”

“That wasn’t your fault though.”

“It wasn’t yours either. We were kids.”

Almost pedantic, stropping, like a child again, Y/N moaned, “It’s all been such a waste. We could have been friends all this time!”

“We can be friends now,” Spencer pushed his hands down into his pockets to stop them flailing about anymore. His sentence was phrased more like a question.

One that Y/N gladly answered, “I would like really that.”

Sitting in the reply for a moment, Spencer followed up on his concerns, “How are you feeling? I mean, are you feeling sick again?”

“A bit, but I can handle it.”

Spencer could not see any changes in their behaviour from the day before. So obviously they were lying about that. But he didn’t protest. The lie meant Y/N wanted to stay with him, which was good - Spencer wanted that too.

They kept walking, only in silence for half a minute before Spencer broke it again, “I read your books last night.”

“Yeah?”

“‘The Siege of the Lost Faiths’ in Rogue’s Mask, that was our first game of chess.”

“It had by far the best narrative,” Y/N dragged their shoe a little on the grass before coming to a stop, “Do you still play?”

“All the time.”

They nodded over to where the old chess tables still stood, “Fancy a game before you go?”

Spencer grinned, “Just promise that this is the only setting where we’ll be on conflicting sides from now on.”

“Promise.”

Brushing the debris from the table, they both took their places opposite each other. From Y/N’s bag was revealed a box, spilling their painted chess pieces across the board. Remembering how they had stood in Y/N’s room, Spencer helped to set up the match. They took their seats opposite one another. Y/N was the green side, Spencer the purple.

Spencer moved first. After a second’s deliberation, Y/n moved their pawn.

“Isn’t there a story with this one?” Spencer said, an implicated teasing in his tone despite his shyness.

With an equally bashful eye roll, Y/N started their new story, “First begins the battle with the royals on both sides sending intrepid messengers to meet and pass along their deeds.”

Spencer took Y/N’s pawn. As he lifted their piece away, he spoke quietly, “One not as intrepid as the other.”

A gasp dropped from Y/N’s smile. He had never joined in the narrative telling before, always too taken up in the match to invest in whatever story they spun. 

“He’s not a coward,” They said, still smiling, much to Spencer’s delight, “Prisoner’s dilemma, he just couldn’t trust the other with his life.”

“Did they know each other before this battle?”

“Yes,” Y/N moved a knight across, stealing Spencer’s pawn, “They were brothers who once shared a crib and now they share a grave.”

Throughout the game, Y/N continued the story with Spencer asking questions just to hear them talk more. The maturity of the stories had grown just as Y/N’s voice had. They knuckled their eyes a few times, but they didn’t complain about the headache.

“I know what endings you like,” Spencer moved his rook, “Checkmate in five.”

Y/N didn’t seem to mind that little dig, “This’ll have to be a short story instead then.”

Spencer’s next sentence got away from him, trailing off the closer he got to the end of it, “You could write an anthology series, if we see each other again and play more games.”

Where Spencer’s voice disappeared, Y/N’s returned with invigoration, “That’s not a half bad idea, Spencer.”

The checkmate never came. Y/N diverted the ending into a draw.

“A peace treaty has been forged by the survivors, because too many lives have been lost to justify this violence anymore. If only they realised sooner that no blood had to be shed for peace to rule the lands.” And they smiled at Spencer, clearly chuffed as they leaned back in their chair, “Bit of an upgrade from the horse noises, I’ll say.”

Spencer rotated the purple knight – the illusionist – between his thumb and forefinger, “I liked the horse noises.”

“You should have said during the match! I’d recreate them, for you.”

One by one, the pieces were placed back into their box until the last piece remained in Spencer’s palm: the knight or Soren the Illusionist, distractions and deceptions but he loved the tricks that delighted most of all. Just like Spencer with his magic tricks but a little to the left. The character was always one of Y/N’s favourites. Some solace away from the pain of thinking of who he was based on.

Y/N pushed Spencer’s hand away, closes his fist around it, “Keep him. He was made with you in mind anyway.”

The information sank in and Spencer’s nose wrinkled with the little smile on his face as he cupped the little Illusionist, “I’m Soren?”

Nodding, Y/N confirmed, “You’re Soren.”

“But what about your set though?”

“I can always make and paint another knight,” and Y/N tilted the piece upside down in Spencer’s hand, revealing the signature on the underside, “You and him are the originals, it’s only fair you stay together.”

In a moment of pure instinct and nostalgia, Spencer clicked his tongue as he twisted Soren in time with the noise. Y/N let out a burst of laughter that dragged the air out of Spencer’s chest.

“Hey, do you wanna get dinner tonight?” He said, running out of breath very quickly as a result.

It had a similar effect on Y/N, “I thought you – don’t you have to get back to Virginia?”

“I have time for dinner. For you.”

  ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

 The bookstore was packed but the breath of the patrons was held as one. All eyes were watching the mini stage where a crouching figure lifted their head up slowly. A jump as the tension broke with the figure leaping up to their feet with a bang.

Y/N pushed up the brim of their cap. Snatching a deep green hoodie from the purple trunk – silver constellations painted on the sides – they swung it over their back before picking up the page where they had left off.

“Nasima looked up at Mason and said, ‘Well that was just unnecessary.’”

A burst of laughter shot through the pre-teens in the front row, spreading to the adolescents sitting further back who had grown up with the author’s other works, finally reaching the adults at the back where Spencer was fiddling with his cane. He adjusted the sleeve of his costume absentmindedly. He was just like everyone else in the room: captivated by how Y/N was so immersed in their reading.

They had just mimed kicking down a door, plus sound effects from their mouth. Swapping back and forth between the two conflicting characters arguing with one another, changing between the hoodie and the cap with every other line of dialogue and taking both off for the role of the narrator, it was certainly a workout.

An exaggerated breath was drawn into Y/N’s lungs, flopping over in a melodramatic state, which caused another laugh in the audience.

Spencer’s nose scrunched up as he grinned. He knew this was part of the scene; he’d seen Y/N rehearse this story in their sitting room. It was so much better to share this with an audience, for their reactions to fuel Y/N’s energy.

Y/N finished the short story A Battle of Bent Truths with a flourish, leaving the rest of the anthology for their audience to read in their own time. The kids were up on their feet first. Some of them were jumping up and down as they applauded with the rest of the shop. Y/N gave a big grin as they bowed, sweeping their cap off for extra drama.

There was a book signing and a photographer that followed, and Spencer waited patiently at the end of the queue, thankful that the store allowed him to bring a chair along with him. He was happy to entertain his godson and friends with a few tricks to pass the time.

“Another one please!” Henry jumped up and down when Spencer revealed his card.

A minor commotion arose by the photographer’s backdrop. There was a teenager was crying; she was clutching her copy of Untold Tales of Human Nature. Y/N was holding their shoulders, rubbing gently and speaking softly. Only half paying attention to his next trick, Spencer kept an eye on Y/N as they hugged the teenager, looking near tears themselves.

“Spencer?” J.J tapped him on the shoulder and Spencer realised that Henry was looking a little mad to have lost his godfather’s attention so easily.

“Sorry, Henry, can you pick another card please?”

When they reached the front of the queue, JJ went up first and took Henry and his pals up to see Y/N. They instantly recognised JJ and welcomed her with a tight hug. Henry was delighted to see his favourite babysitter and show them off to his school friends, boasting that they had read to him before today.

“They read me bits for bedtime, Mommy!”

“I know!” JJ tickled his cheek, “I read them to you too.”

“Who do you like better?”

“Mommy,”

Y/N gasped, dropping to their knees which made Spencer wince, “Henry, you wound me!”

Rossi approach next, knowing that once Spencer got to Y/N, they would not be left alone.

“You really know how to captivate an audience,” He kissed them on both cheeks, “Though don’t take offence if I don’t use the same tricks at my readings.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it! Thank you for coming.”

Y/N then caught Spencer’s eye and began meandering over to him with a smile they were desperately trying to stifle. Spencer rose from his chair, meeting Y/N in the middle.

“Hi, Spencer.”

With his free arm, Spencer flaunted his cloak, “Who is Spencer? I’m Soren the Illusionist!”

Giggles from his godson, his godson’s gang, his co-workers and friends, they almost caused Y/N to lose their composure. They held on just long enough to continue the banter.

“Oh, forgive me, you look so much like my boyfriend.”

“Hmmm, he must be very handsome,”

And Y/N burst into peals of laughter, waving their hands about, “OK, stop, stop, stop, I can’t.”

“Hey!” Spencer pretended to take offence, pouting as Y/N brought him into a hug.

“Don’t worry,” They kissed his cheek between giggles, “You are so very handsome.”

“To think you were once sick at the sight of me.”

[shihaikuroiro-vantablack]

Humans And Cats

Bakugou disappears! Oh no. Nobody has any idea where he is, and while searching for him, Shinsou finds a cat! He loves cats, so he takes it home and starts to spend time with it, explaining his fears and worries about Bakugou. It seems to understand him more than normal though, which is... strange. Yes, it’s BakuToshi or Bakugou X Shinsou. Fight me.

It’s 3764 words. 

Being the adopted son of the teacher of U.A's 1-A class wasn't the easiest thing in the world. You'd think, wow the teacher would go easier on you, right? Yeah, no. Shinsou sometimes believed that Aizawa went harder on him! He believed that it was because he wasn't in 1-A at first and needs to catch up, but he thought all that special secret training would be good enough! I mean yeah, he was happy that he even was allowed to be switched into 1-A but still. At times he couldn't believe all the stuff that these students had to go through. The training made his bones ache, and his skin felt like it would tear! Also how many times has Midoriya broken his bones? How do you even do that man? Yet even with all that, he kept it to himself. He knew that Aizawa wanted best for them and these guys had quirks that were good for fighting or stuff like that, and Shinsou didn't. Like Aizawa always said 'if you rely on your quirk too much, you're worthless' and with all the training he's been bulking up more! It was something he was happy about; he wasn't as much as a bean pole as he used to be.

Shinsou still liked to go talk to the people in his old class, and he was slowly gaining friends in the new class as well, even if he said he didn't want friends when he first got there. It was annoying at first, if he was to be honest, yet he was now pretty happy he had friends that didn't hate him, or ones that weren't scared of him. He even got along a little with that Ojirou guy! The one he uh... sorta insulted yeah... he felt bad for that still. They were on a better page now though, which Shinsou found shocking at first nerveless, he was happy it worked out well.

Even though Shinsou has been adopted by Aizawa and Yamada, along with Eri, he was still called Shinsou mostly because if he was called Aizawa it would make it hard to tell them apart, and Shinsou liked his name, simple as that. Now, speaking of his friends. He was 'friends' with Deku, Denki, Monoma, and a few others... that Kirishima boy has been hanging out with him more and Mina has been inviting him out shopping and stuff it was honestly a little overwhelming at first however he liked it. There was one student that he loved to fuck with and that was Katsuki Bakugou, the guy with an explosion quirk. They just seemed to rub each other the wrong way, mostly cause Shinsou loves to get on Bakugou's bad side at times just because it was funny yet he knew when to stop, and it seemed like Bakugou liked him too because they both seemed happy afterwards, or at least Shinsou thought, it was a little hard to tell at times if he was to be honest. When did that guy ever smile other than when he's fighting?

Speaking of Bakugou. Nobody had seen him in a few days. Kirishima was panicking along with the rest of the class. Was Bakugou kidnapped again!? It was the second year of U.A who would have gotten him? The school checked all the cameras and it showed him leaving school grounds but never returning and they called his parents who said they didn't know where he was either. With that, some of the pro heroes went out looking for him along with the rest of the Bakusquad and the Dekusquad. Shinsou even went out to look around but he wasn't really sure anything was wrong, Bakugou was good at taking care of himself. He was strong enough to get away from villains.

Thus that is why the enervated boy was out in the world, looking around for his... friend? Acquaintance? Ugh this is bothersome. That is why Shinsou was out looking for this bother of a student. He cups his hands around his mouth, calling out "Bakugou!" His voice rang through the sort of silence, the only sounds being light chatter from the few people around him or cars driving by. He ignored anyone that looked at him, this wasn't about them right now and he could care less for some unnamed extras... he's been spending too much time around Bakugou. He makes a tsh sound and sighs shaking his head, starting to walk again however a sound caught his attention, making his head perk up his eyes shooting around and he proceeded to follow the sound, which sounded like scratching.

When he looked into the alleyway he almost reeled back in shock, his normally half shut eyes opening wide, his lips parted slightly. There was a messy looking blonde, very fluffy, cat that was clawing at a box that had fallen on their tail, most likely trapping them there. There's a random cat? Poor thing! He puffs his cheek out in thought, thinking about what to do but exhaled a slow huff of breath and he slowly creeps closer to not scare the cat who's ear twitches, then it turns its head looking at Shinsou, growling but paused.

"Hey hey" he starts to speak, holding up his hands his voice soft "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you" he slowly walks over, crouching down moving the box off the cats tail and scoops the cat up. The cat makes a sound of worry, looking apprehensive "Don't worry" he continues, smiling faintly "I won't hurt you" he made sure to keep his voice quiet, and calm to not scare the cat and starts to walk "I'll feed you and get you all nice and clean" Damn he loved cats...

If he was to be honest, he was appalled that people would just leave this poor cat all alone! What the hell is that? Eh whatever, guess he got a new cat he would just have to keep them hidden and he would need to name the cat. They walk in silence for a few seconds the cat curled up in his arms, seeming too tired to try to fight against him or maybe it didn't want to fight him? That's pretty shocking, he wondered just how long the cat had been stuck there? It's a little saddening.

Of course Shinsou knew that they should be looking for Bakugou, but he also knew that Bakugou could handle himself. He was strong, and brave he was gonna be a good hero so he was sure that Bakugou would be okay! "You know" Shinsou murmurs "You remind me a bit of Bakugou, mostly the fact that your fur looks like an explosion... heh maybe I'll just name you Baku" he laughed "I'm a little worried about him, we haven't seen him in a while everyone's out searching for him but I feel like it's a waste" as he said that the cat, who he decided to name Baku, looks up growling a little but Shinsou continues, ignoring the cats growl "Bakugou's training to be a hero, he's strong and smarter than most of the others, not like he'd get himself kidnapped or something. Plus, we would know if something like that happened... tsh I feel bad for whoever was a dumbass enough to kidnap him" with those words Baku stares up at him, then curls up more starting to let out a soft purring sound, which caught Shinsou's attention his eyes shooting down and he lets out a soft laugh. Heh, guess this cat was a nice one... that's always a good change.

Finally by the time that he got back to U.A the others seemed to be back from their searches as well. Deku looks over at him, and falters over to him, his own steps seeming shaky most likely from worry or panic "Shinsou!" he starts, making the cat make a sound of annoyance in his arms "did you find kacchan? We looked everywhere unless we're drawing a blank but I don't think so. I don't know where he is, or where he could be. We asked Hawks, the winged hero, to go searching by air but I don't think he'd be able to do a lot, mostly because he's the number 2 hero so he's most likely really busy, and Uraraka can't exactly do the same thing, as she'll start to feel sick because overuse of her quirk. Maybe we could ask mt. Lady to help us search for kacchan. Do you think she'd agree to help us? I think they might be related in someway but he's never told me and I'm a little too nervous to ask though now what if I never get the chance to ask and-" he was rambling a little from the nerves making Shinsou sigh out in slight annoyance just like the cat did.

"Midoriya" Shinsou interrupts "you need to get your act together, we're in the same boat, everyone is. We all want to find Bakugou but panicking won't help it... no, I haven't found him but I did find a cat" he nods his head down to the cat who had opened his eyes by then, seeming to be glaring at everyone.

Uraraka looks over and smiles, putting her hands on her cheeks "aw! He's so fluffy" she steps closer, reaching up to pet the cat who growls swiping at her hand, but didn't take out his nails it seemed, since she just giggled and scratches behind his ears making him start to purr again and Baku squeezes his eyes shut. "I'm not exactly sure if he's a boy, but guess we can just assume" Shinsou says, with a shrug of his shoulders and Deku sighs, going to tell All Might that kacchan wasn't found.

After a little Shinsou was able to be on his way, heading to his dorm room. Once he got in there, he sets the cat down on his lap and pulls out a can of cat food, opening it, putting it in front of the cat he found. Yes, he had cat food. Sometimes he would leave it out for the strays but guess this came in lucky today.

Baku looks down at the can, then smacks it off the bed onto the ground and he walks over laying across Shinsou's pillows. Shinsou blinks looking down at the can and sighs, shaking his head "dick" he grumbles, but starts to clean it up anyway and goes to take a shower leaving the cat alone in his room making sure to shut and lock the door behind him, just to be careful. He didn't want the cat to somehow get out of his room, then he'd have to go searching for two blondes!

[Slight Time Skip]

After Shinsou finished his shower he proceeded to head back inside his room. His room was fairly neat, and pretty empty. His capture weapon was up on a hook along with his voice changer, and there were quite a few posters but nothing way too fancy. There were a lot of fairy lights hanging around, a purple blanket on his bed, and way too many pillows which often would fall off his bed because of how many there was. A lot of stuffed animals too, though that was cause of Denki and Mina.

Still laying on his pillows was that cat, who seemed to be snoozing. What time was it? Shinsou's eyes shoot over to look at the clock, which said around 8:19. It was late... Where was Bakugou? With a sigh Shinsou starts to dry his hair his eyes shut, a pair of loose pajama pants hanging around his hips, almost sliding down but luckily seemed just tight enough to not as long as he didn't move too fast.

After he finished drying his hair, his eyes shot around, looking for his shirt yet before he could do much he heard a warning growl which caused his eyes to drift over to the, used to be, sleeping cat who was now staring at him and growling "why are you growling at me?" He asked in a, very slight, anxious way. Why did the cat not like him all of a sudden? It seemed like the cat was tired of his questions already and moves off the pillows, instead moving under the blanket a little. "It looks like you're trying to tell me to go to sleep, you know" now speaking in an affectionate way, he walks over moving the blanket looking down at the cat with a small beatific grin.

The fluffy blonde cat, which he decided to totally name Baku, looks up at him and curls up the cats eyes shooting down to the bed then up at him wait... was the cat really telling him to sleep? Shinsou sighs rubbing his temples. He really didn't want a brooding cat so... with a flick of his tongue he reaches over, flicking off the lights leaving on the fairy lights and he gets into the bed making sure to be careful with the cat and lies his head down against his arms, shutting his eyes. Okay, time to try to sleep. Hearing a slight purr from the cat, he guessed it was happy he listened.

After maybe two hours he was finally able to fall asleep, the faint light from his fairy lights making it easier for him to fall asleep. How many days has it been since he really slept? Two? Three? He didn't really know, he wasn't counting. Before he fell asleep he could feel the soft fur of the cat pressing against his stomach, making his lips twitch up in a very faint smile and he fell asleep, keeping that smile on his face. This cat seemed pretty nice...

[Time Skip]

Cat wasn't nice.

Yeah, simple as that. The cat wasn't nice. At least, not to the others. To Deku it would claw and hiss at him, the fur of the cat sticking straight up making it look more like a puff ball and it would still growl and hiss at the others but wouldn't claw at them much, even with Shinsou it would still try to hiss or growl, yet not claw as often which was... nice?

Shinsou was sitting in the common room, with Baku on his lap petting him slowly while Baku was curled up on his lap purring softly, relaxed. "You really need to be nicer to the others, they're stressed about Bakugou" he encouraged, his eyes scanning around. It was faint for most, but he's caught Midoriya gazing longingly at Bakugou's desk, like he was scared which, you know, did make a lot of sense. At least three times he's seen a gloss form over his eyes, his eyes flickering with sadness and other emotions that Shinsou couldn't place.

Baku's eyes, which had been closed, open and look up at Shinsou. His eyes burned with a bright red color, looking like they would almost glow then they just shut again the cat letting out a soft sigh "hey, don't take that tone with me"

"Are you arguing with the cat, dude?" a voice interrupted making Shinsou jolt from the shock, and he looks over. Oh, speaking of shock it was Denki! He was grinning a sparkle forming in his eyes most likely of amusement, standing there he was rocking back and fourth he never did seem to be able to stand still or even sit still, it was funny sometimes.

Shinsou nodded his head in approval at the question "I was" he uttered "He's been acting like a brat" he gets a warning growl from Baku who could weirdly seem to understand him, it was a tad strange "Don't act like you weren't" he hisses softly when he felt Baku's nails go into his leg making him huff in annoyance.

Denki couldn't help but laugh, but bristles when Shinsou glared at him, making him nervously chuckle "sorry... but come on, it's a little funny" he walks over, leaning over the back of the couch wrapping his arms around Shinsou's neck, his head rested on top of the taller purple haired Insomniac. "I'm glad you found a cat you liked though"

The other gave a slight nod and was about to say something, when Baku jumps up, landing on Shinsou's shoulder swiping at Denki smacking his cheek with his paw, making Denki reel backwards almost tripping. With that, Baku curls around Shinsou's neck the best he could growling softly.

Shinsou fell silent, looking down at the familiar cat who was still just curled around his neck, then over at the blonde who had his lips parted slightly, seeming shocked until he let out a slight snicker, then laugh covering his mouth with his hand "Aw!" Denki squeals, "that's so cute! He got all jealous I have to go tell the others" then he turned, running out making Shinsou frown and he holds up his hand "no he didn't, he-" he started to object then just sighs, since Denki was already gone and reaches up to lightly scratch behind Baku's ear again, mumbling "don't get jealous, I don't like Kaminari like that... I like a different loud blonde" that seemed to catch Baku's attention, who started to let out a louder purr than Shinsou had ever heard from him so far, which of course made himself pretty happy. Even if Baku wasn't the nicest, he still really liked the cat.

Later that night it was around 9 and Shinsou was chatting with a few of the others, in his pajamas. "Okay listen-" Sero was saying, the corners of his eyes crinkled as he grins "I'm just saying, if you think about it, there are more nipples than there are people in the world" Denki was wheezing with laughter, holding his arms over his stomach tears dripping from his eyes with how hard he was laughing. They were all trying to lighten each others moods, since Bakugou still hasn't been found and it's been three days! Shinsou himself let out a soft laugh, rolling his eyes and he starts to say something himself, but a yowl silences him, his eyes shooting over to see Baku stalking over, then grabs onto his pants leg starting to tug on it growling loudly.

Denki sniffles, wiping at his eyes and looks down at the angry looking cat "Dude" he starts "why is your cat pulling on you like that?" he pondered, his eyes shooting over to look at Shinsou who just let out a sigh.

"I guess it's time for me to sleep" he muttered, and stands up picking Baku up who huffs and curls up in his arms. Sero blinks, looking up at Shinsou asking in a disbelieving way "you let your cat decide when you sleep?"

Shinsou nodded, not waiting for them to answer his nod, heading over to go to his dorm hearing their laughter and he goes to his room putting Baku down onto the bed "there you go" he says, sitting down himself and looks up at the lights frowning "I'm worried, you know? We still don't know where Bakugou is, none of the animals even know where he is that Koda has been asking"

That seemed to make Baku's fur bristle so Shinsou's eyes shoot over and he reaches down, petting the soft fur of the cat "Don't worry, we'll find him and when we do, I guess I'll tell him I like him just to get it off my chest... I know it'll be dramatic and I'm doubtful he'll feel the same but hey, no reason to keep it to myself" he announced, mostly to himself, and lies back on the bed. Baku looks up at him, crawling up to lay on his chest shutting his eyes and Shinsou smiles faintly starting to pet him again until his movements slowly came to a stop when he fell asleep.

[One More Time Skip]

After a few hours Shinsou got woken up by a heavy weight on his chest, making him unable to breathe; it just seemed to appear out of nowhere making him jolt awake. That wasn't Baku, it was a lot heavier so he moves his arms up, pushing the weight off him hearing a bang and he reaches over quickly, turning on the bedside table light, his chest heaving with slight paniced breath.

That panic just doubled when he saw a pair of red eyes glowering at him, looking annoyed, then a thought came in his mind, and it was answered when a familiar voice snaps "what the fuck was that eye bags?! Why did you push me off?"

"Bakugou?" he asked, rubbing one of his eyes, looking sleepily confused. "What... what happened?" Was he asleep still?

Bakugou opens his mouth, but shuts it again, seeming confused himself, his eye lashes fluttering then he looks down at himself his brows drawing together until he finally let out a laugh "fucking finally" he starts, pulling his fingers through his hair "holy shit, that was annoying" he most likely noticed Shinsou's confusion and Bakugou's lips twitch up in a smirk as he continues to talk "Was hit by a quirk few days ago, turned me into a cat" he reaches up, grabbing Shinsou's face holding his cheeks gently pushing them together "So, you have feelings for a loud blonde, eh?" he repeated.

Oh God.

That was the first thought that went through his mind. Loud blonde, huh? "Could have been talking about Monoma, you know, also you were the one that kept clawing and hissing at anyone that got close to me, care to explain that?" Shinsou remarked, his own smirk forming.

Bakugou narrows his eyes then makes a tsh sound, and leans down pressing their lips together for a second "Don't even mention that copy cat bastard, you're mine now, got that? Now scoot over, tomorrows gonna be a pain in my ass with that nerd" most likely he was talking about Midoriya.

The tired males heart skipped a beat when he was kissed, his pale skin getting a pretty nice red tint "A-Ah..." he spluttered, then groans when his mind caught up and he grumbles, scooting over so Bakugou could get into the bed with him and he does, scooting in behind Shinsou, turning off the light then slips his arms around the others waist. Guess he was the big spoon.

…Shinsou didn't think he'd be able to sleep after that. At least he didn't have to explain his feelings?

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“Warrior”

Awwwwww SHIT. She cannot be stopped, folks. 

So I thought about making this an Epilogue to “Helpless”, but I MIGHT turn it into a sequel, if that’s something you guys want. I have so many ideas!!! 

Anyway, here is a “Helpless” SEQUEL ONE SHOT as of now. 

TBH I love it so much. I was listening to the song and I just couldn’t get this idea out of my head. OH RIGHT, if you haven’t heard Demi Lovato’s “Warrior”, listen to it now. And/or as you read this. I listened to it the entire time I wrote it. Hell I’m still listening to it. LOL.

“Please, Liv?” 

Barba was begging his best friend, on his knees in his own office. 

“This is ridiculous, Rafa. You’re a grown man. Stop begging,” 

“Then promise you’ll do it,” 

“I..wha...WHY do you need me to take your girlfriend out?”

“Look she just went through a traumatic event--” 

“Um it was pretty traumatic for me too, if you couldn’t tell,” 

“Right. I know...Liv, you know I love you,” He put a hand on her shoulder. “But she ALSO lost the one person in the world that she’s had for most of her life. She has no one now,” 

“She has you, obviously,” 

“Well yeah sure she has me, but I--I can’t be her whole world. She needs friends. And she doesn’t meet anyone because she had to quit her job at Fazzoli’s. So she’s just been my Personal Assistant for the past month until she can find something else, and she’s just…. around, ALL the time,” He explained the past month of your lives.

“Sounds like you’re getting sick of your little hustler,”  Liv chuckled. 

“DON’T, call her that.” Rafael warned her. 

“Why? It’s what she did,” Liv scoffed.

“Olivia...look,” Rafael rubbed his temples. “You are my best friend in the entire world, and I love you. But you have GOT to let this little...grudge against Y/N go,” 

“Grudge? What-- She--” Olivia protested, but Rafael cut her off.

“Whatever happened, it’s in the past. We’re putting it behind us, and so should you,” 

“Whatever….” Olivia rolled her eyes.

“If you want to keep being my best friend,” 

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a plea, once again,” He took her hand. “If you truly love me, you will help me help her,”  He gave her those puppy dog eyes, the ones she could never resist, even if she wanted to. 

“Oh that is DIRTY, Barba,” She pushed him away with her hand over his face. 

“Again though, I don’t know what you want me to do. She obviously doesn’t think we’re going to be friends, and all of my friends are your friends-- also, they’re all adults,”

 “She’s an adult,”

“....Sure she is,”

“OLIVIA,”

“Okay okay, I just...Oh you know what, I could ask Lucy if her and her friends want to come,” She picked up her phone and flipped through it.

“See? You’re brilliant,” Rafael smiled.

“Whoa there counselor, I’m not sure how excited she is going to be to drag her friends out with her BOSS, her friends and your pet---girlfriend,”  She quickly corrected herself, but Barba heard it anyway. 

“You’re unbelievable,” He sighed. 

“Look I said I would ask her, I didn’t say it would be happy about it,”

“Alright, alright,” He nodded. “Thank you, Liv,”  he gave her a small hug then she turned to walk out. 

“Don’t make me regret this,” She eyed him. Just then, you came up behind her in the doorway.

 “Regret what?” 

 “Uh...my lunch plans, Rafael suggested a place I haven’t tried,” Olivia pushed her hair behind her ears nervously, looking everywhere around you but your eyes. Classic lying tells, but you really didn’t want to deal with her stuff right now so you left it alone.

“Oh, well have fun detective!” You gave her a cheery smile as she walked out of the office. You handed Rafael one of the two coffees you had brought in.

“Fuel for my baby,” You smiled, kissing him on the cheek. You could see the screaming behind his eyes when he smiled back at you. 

“...What?” you raised an eyebrow.

“What, what?” he asked, acting oblivious.

“Rafael, you know I know something is off,” 

“Wha… no, not--” he started but you gave him a knowing look. “You said you weren’t going to do that anymore, Y/N,” he was suddenly stern, referring to using your ‘superpower’. 

“And I told you, I can’t turn it off!” You reminded him, you had said it in your very first conversation. 

“Okay but you can...y’know pretend you don’t see things,” he pointed out.

“Or, you could just tell me why your eyes are screaming for help right now,” you crossed your arms.

“Wha--that--Good lord,” He sighed, taking a swig of his coffee. 

“I’m around too much, aren’t I?” You finally stated the obvious, tired of ignoring it anymore.

“No! No no no…” He put a hand to your face. Overly repetitive denial, meant yes. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I don’t have anywhere else to be,” You bit your lip and looked down at the floor. You hated being this helpless, relying on him for everything. Ever since he had left the hospital, you’d moved in with him and took care of him while his shoulder healed. And then when he went back to work, you told him you had to quit working at Fazzoli’s because it was just too hard to go there every day after everything that had transpired there. You really had tried, but you just kept having flashbacks or panic attacks that Arianna would come walking through the door and take you away again. 

Rafael was totally understanding, as usual. He told you that you could be his Assistant for the time being, which really just meant you followed him around all day like a puppy. And he was paying you with his salary, so he was basically just giving you money. You hated it; you were used to being completely independent-- sort of. 

Sure Arianna ‘protected’ you, but it wasn’t like you were a baby bird. You had been through so many horrific things in your short life, all on your own. You knew how to survive in the mean streets of NYC, making your own money. You were like a bulldog, and now you were a lap dog. 

“Hey,” Rafael picked your head up back to face him. “I know. I’m not blaming you for anything,” 

“But you are sick of me,” 

“I just...I think you need more people in your life, that’s all,” he stroked your hair.

“Yeah, I know,” you shrugged.

He was right, but you weren’t used to having more than one person looking out for you, or vice versa. You didn’t really know what it was like to have a normal friend, and your serious trust issues really didn’t help the situation. Rafael had tried to get you to go to therapy to work through your “issues”, but you didn’t trust your therapist, which made the whole thing moot. 

“...Wait, so what were you actually talking about with Liv?” 

“She told you, I was--” 

“Can we not do this again,” You rolled your eyes. 

“....Alright fair enough,” He sighed, giving up. “I asked Olivia if she knew of any girls that might want to ‘hang out’ with you,” 

“Oh my god, Rafa!” You were humiliated. 

“God now I’m like that weird kid in class who eats paste, and her parents have to to talk to the teacher who makes the other kids be her friend,” 

“....That’s a weirdly specific scenario,” he raised an eyebrow.

“...Yeah, well-- not my first time,” You shrugged sadly.

“Aw honey,” He half laughed, taking your into his arms and kissing your forehead. “I would’ve been your friend, no matter what you ate,” 

“Yeah well considering you were probably in high school when I was in elementary, I doubt it,” You smirked.

“Ooof, below the belt,” He put both hands over his crotch with a pained expression.

“I’m sorry,” you stuck your tongue out with a smile. “But you kinda deserve it, trying to beg people to be my friend,” 

“I didn’t BEG…” He started, but saw that look in your eyes. “Okay but it worked,” He came clean. 

“Oh Olivia and I are gonna have a girls night? Are we gonna braid each other’s hair and talk about boys we like? OH WAIT,” You made sarcastic gestures. “We like the same boy!” You rolled your eyes. 

“I mean, I can’t blame you. He’s pretty awesome,” He smirked.

“And so not full of himself,” You pulled on his collar towards you.

“Not at all,” He kept smirking, as he placed his lips over yours. 

Just then Barba’s phone vibrated-- a text from Liv. 

 “KARAOKE NIGHT. TONIGHT. 8PM,” 

 “Uh….well, I guess you might be right?” He showed his phone. It vibrated again, another text came in as your were reading it.

 “LUCY AND FRIENDS, YOU BETTER BE THERE TOO. I’M NOT A BABYSITTER,” 

 “Well, she is just lovely,” you handed it back to him with a roll of your eyes. 

“Hey, at least she’s trying,” he texted a reply to Liv.

 “Can you try as well? Please?”  He asked you while looking at you with the same puppy dog eyes, Liv wasn’t the only one who couldn’t resist them.

“Fine…” you sighed, and he rewarded you with a kiss.

“I need something to wear,” You batted your eyes, to which he rolled his own and pulled out his credit card. 

“See? I’m leaving you alone, it’s working already!” You giggled, walking out of the office to go shopping.

------

That night, you and Rafael showed up to a place called TOP5.. It was a fun, trendy hipster  restaurant. There were several booths, some tables, even a few couches for people to chill. And in front of everything was a huge stage, with a piano next to it. But there was also a DJ, spinning records. 

Rafael noticed Olivia waving to him; he lead you to a giant half booth half table where Olivia, Rollins, Fin, Carisi, and four young girls you had never met before sat with drinks in their hands. 

“How did you get these guys out?” Rafael gestured to the squad.

“I asked them nicely,” She smiled.

“Yeah, if ‘nice’ means  it was either this or catching up on paperwork all night,” Fin rolled his eyes. 

“This is Lucy, my nanny,” Olivia pointed the young girl next to her, who gave a small wave. 

“And these are my friends Riley, Lexi and Brianne,” Lucy pointed to each of her friends, who also did a wave as they heard their name. 

“Rafael Barba,”  he nodded to the girls. “And this is my--”

“Y/N,” You interjected, introducing yourself. You were determined NOT to just be “Rafael’s Girlfriend” anymore. 

“So we were looking through some songs, I don’t think anyone’s brave enough to go up there though,” Lexi informed you, gesturing to a huge black binder in front of her and her friends.

“More like not drunk enough,” Lucy laughed.

“Hey we can fix that!” Brianne giggled, calling for shots from the bar.

“Great idea Barba, it’s like we’re chaperoning,” Amanda whispered to Rafael, who rolled his eyes and nodded to a waiter for a scotch. 

“May I?” You asked Riley, sliding the book in front of you. You flipped through a binder, until a song stood out to you. It was like it was screaming to you from the page.

You had heard so many “therapeutic” mantras over the past month, people trying help you get over your trauma. Talk it out, they said. You need to get it out. 

Well, this was one way. 

You excused yourself and walked up to the DJ, whispered something to which he nodded, and went to the mic. 

“Alright alright, looks like we have our first vict--I mean, superstar!” He joked. You seriously thought about punching him in the face for using “victim” as a joke, but you knew that was the trauma talking. And you were to fix that, not indulge it.

 The music started, and you just let the words spill out:

This is a story that I have never told

I gotta get this off my chest to let it go

I need to take back the light inside you stole

You're a criminal

And you steal like you're a pro

All the pain and the truth

I wear like a battle wound

So ashamed, so confused

I was broken and bruised

Thoughts of you and Arianna’s life together ran through your mind like a movie montage as you sang. The words were so scary accurate.

Now I'm a warrior

Now I've got thicker skin

I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

I'm a warrior

And you can never hurt me again

 That first chorus felt like you were letting out a huge breath you had been holding in for God knows how long. You wanted Olivia, Rafel, the squad...EVERYONE to know, that you weren’t this helpless little lamb they had seen for the past month.

 Out of the ashes, burning like a fire

You can save your apologies

You're nothing but a liar

I've got shame, I've got scars

But I will never show

I'm a survivor

In more ways than you know

'Cause all the pain and the truth

I wear like a battle wound

So ashamed, so confused

I'm not broken and bruised

 Now the flashbacks of the real trauma you had been through came pulsing through your mind. Horrors that still kept you up at night; you’d have night terrors sometimes but had hidden them from Rafael so far. He didn’t need to know just how fucked up you truly were. None of it mattered now anyway, you were a survivor. And you had the scars to prove it.

 'Cause now I'm a warrior

Now I've got thicker skin

I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

I'm a warrior

And you can never hurt me

 There's a part of me I can't get back

A little girl grew up too fast

All it took was once, I'll never be the same

Now I'm taking back my life today

Nothing left that you can say

'Cause you were never gonna take the blame anyway

 You thought of everything Arianna had taken from you. Sure your childhood was shit, but you were fairly young when she convinced you to run away with her. You could have stayed in your small town, found a decent job. Lived a normal life, with normal friends. But she sucked you into your life of crime and deceit, all while telling you it was perfectly fine, and that she loved you. But it was all bullshit, all of it. You saw that now. And now if she ever came back into your life and tried to convince you of anything, you wouldn’t fall back into her lies.

You took a breath before the last chorus, suddenly feeling your face getting wet. You realized you had started crying while you were singing, but for some reason you weren’t ashamed of it. It actually made you feel stronger, like letting your tears wash the pain and shame from yourself.

 Now I'm a warrior

I've got thicker skin

Now I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

I'm a warrior

And you can never hurt me again

You finished the song in a whisper as your head dropped to looking at the floor. You were exhausted from the mental journey that song had taken you on. You had never felt so...free. Before you could even look up, the room erupted in applause. 

You lifted your head to see everyone in the room giving you a standing ovation...even Olivia, who you could swear had tears in her eyes. 

You gave a sheepish smile and a curtsy, quickly getting off the stage and returning to your booth, where not a face was dry. 

“...Aww, guys...,” You didn’t know what to say; you had never been that open and vulnerable to ANYONE before, and here you had gone and ripped your soul open in front of a group of strangers.

“That was--” 

Olivia came around and hugged you, a genuine hug. It lasted uncomfortably long, so you had to break it with a confused smile. 

“I’m sorry I judged you,” She apologized, and you saw the absolute sincerity and guilt written all over her face.

“It’s fine, if I were you I would’ve judged me too,” you gave her an understanding smile.

She nodded, giving Rafael an apologetic look as well, to which he took her hand and pulled her into a hug. 

“So, who’s next?!” You smiled, pushing the binder to the middle of the table. Protests and laughs began at the table, bickering about who was drunk enough to follow you. 

Rafael leaned over to you, whispering in your ear over the noise of the crowd.

“You’re the bravest warrior I know, Y/N” He wiped tears from his eyes, kissing your cheek.

“Yes. Yes, I am,” you smiled, wiping the rest of his tears as you kissed him. 

And for the first time maybe ever, you believed it.

[classof99]

INTRODUCTION

Someone, somewhere, likely with a vague spectrum of power and a cruel sense of humor, decided that forcing teenagers to sit through four long years of the unmitigated hell wasn’t enough. There had to be one last “learning” component before students were unleashed into the world – i.e., the commencement speaker...

Mom liked to remind me that I fell asleep during the commencement speech at my high school graduation.

She told the story often and with great relish.

I always knew it was coming at the holidays, because a twinkling lilt would bubble up in her and she’d touch my father’s arm and remind him that local celebrity real estate agent extraordinaire Gary Pace had been our speaker (yes, where I’m from, a real estate agent can attain quasi-celebrity status if he plasters his face on the side of enough public transit). My father would pat my mother's hand in return and shoot me an apologetic look. He knew what was coming.

“We could see him from the nosebleed! Remember, honey?” she'd say to dad, talking about me like I wasn't there. “He was just sitting there and all of a sudden – bloop – his little head drops to one side, and falls onto his neighbor's shoulder,” she said, volume rising, her half-and-half tea slipping over the brim of her glass as she slapped the table in delight.

She'd turn to me directly then:

“How did you manage to fall asleep? During your high school graduation, no less!”

“Well, if you remember I worked – ” but she'd cut me off, not really asking so much as wanting to retell the story.

“ – On, uhm... who was it again?”

“Brian Goodlow”

“BRIAN GOODLOW! That's right. What a lovely boy. Do you still see him?”

You see, what mom remembers the most was the scattered laughter of my classmates as I nodded off, causing Gary Pace to lose his place (we heard later he'd taken it as a personal insult that someone -- me -- dared not to be completely spellbound by the most didactic of commencement speeches).

Not that Gary would have cared, but I had a legitimate excuse. I'd worked the previous night until 3 am as a projectionist at the movie theater. Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace had just been released and I was working the midnight screenings.

I don’t remember exactly at what point I fell asleep during Gary's speech, but I do recall waking to find Brian Goodlow gently petting my hair. It was the closest we’d ever been despite always sitting next to each other due to the fact that our last name's occurred alphabetically.

Among the many things we suffered through that day, the most pandering may have been Gary Pace's self-aggrandizing speech itself:

“Dare to dream!”

“March to the beat of your own drum!”

“Live life to the fullest!”

The obvious mistake Gary Pace made here -- one shared by many highly educated alumni-turned-commencement speakers -- was that he should have known that high schoolers so close to receiving their diplomas are BEYOND learning anything new. Like, over it. They’ve spent the last 13 years absorbing every last detail that every well-meaning teacher could cram between their eyes and ears.

But what do we do? Each school invites a speaker, usually an alumni, and in our particular case, the indomitable and balding Gary Pace, to come give a speech to the bright young stars of tomorrow. He'll remind us that, decades before, he sat in the very same spot with the same ambitions we hold deep, and would serve up an onslaught of platitudes and non-sequiturs of what he'd learned since.

But we, as with most graduating classes, were a captive audience of malcontents, sweating profusely underneath our caps and gowns, generally unfazed by the generic one-size-fits-all life advice being hurled at us from notecards at the podium. I was very busy pondering that things that came next: freedom and what I could only hope would be an endless summer between me and the next four years of college.

We were the class of 1999 — the last graduating class of the millennium (also known as BCC: Before Common Core). Not since the class of 999 had there been so much self-appointed pressure for a class to “go out and do great things” – thank you, Gary, for that pearl.

While I’d like to believe that we all went on to do great things for ourselves and for society, I know it’s simply not true. Not to say that none of us did anything great, just not all nearly four hundred teenagers sitting in that auditorium that May afternoon in 1999 did. Some of us grew up, other didn’t. Some of us succeed and yet others failed and fell down. Some of us didn’t even make it far enough to note a difference.

To frame the stories that follow, please understand a few things (I’m looking at you Gen-Z)... The class of 1999 was born in 1980-81. We were the “Me Generation”, the tail end of Generation X. Latchkey kids who spent summers with MTV on while our parents were at the office. We microwaved our grilled cheeses on Styrofoam plates even though we kinda knew better. Smoking was still cool, kinda. We made it through high school without cell phones, e-mail or any relevant use of the internet which, in hindsight, has probably saved us all from a lot of embarrassment as adults. A weekend might involve a trip to the local music shop to, ya know, buy CDs. How downright old-fashioned!

But, perhaps most importantly, for the purposes of this story anyways, is that when previous generations graduated from high school, they genuinely lost track of each other which is what made a high school reunion so enjoyable. Discovering what became of everyone. Or what didn't. Today with social media, old high school acquaintances tend to circle each other in an uncomfortable, peripheral social media orbit for years and years after graduation. It's much harder to lose track of everyone, which is a true shame, because losing track of everyone after high school is a great and well-earned privilege.

As I sat there, in May 1999, at the end of my high school career, waiting to make my way up to the stage to grab my diploma, I took a moment to absorb the countless young faces around me. In a curious moment of reflection, I wondered what would happen to each of them. Would they achieve what, if anything, they sought to do with their lives. What ironies did the universe have in store for us collectively?

I catch myself remembering certain people at the most random of times – how they were then and what they made of themselves – and can only imagine what Gary Pace might have said about them. It's been my experience that the lessons you learn in real life are hardly close to the vague horseshit you’re lectured with at graduation. In fact, some time’s there no nice way to wrap up the experiences or expectations of life. Some times it just is.

After graduation, I went onto college and kept in touch with a few of my high school friends. We’d get together over summers or Christmas breaks, only to fall away from each other again afterwards. Even when we did get together, it wasn’t as if we were measuring how daring we’d all been, as Gary had suggested. We were just living our lives, however they came.

Most of my classmates went on to do what most adults try and do in the here and now: college, marriage, a few kids, maybe a divorce (but hopefully not), probably a 9 to 5. As it turns out, though, more than a few of my classmates had stories worthy of one of Gary’s platitudes.

Thanks to the unbreakable bond between Brian Goodlow and I, my mother’s general nosiness, and the burdensome genius of Facebook, Instagram, etc., I’ve managed to collect some of the more interesting stories from my class; stories about the things that actually happen after you graduate.

The following stories are true, almost entirely. However, names have been changed, identifying details have been tweaked and obvious things have been left appropriately VAGUE.

Stay awake. This time it’s worth it.

[wee-guy]

                                 Why did you climb the mountain?

A rant sketch inspired by @insertdisc5​ post that I just reblogged. I haven’t been feeling great tonight and it’s always sat with me that these children climbed a big ass mountain without adult supervision. Especially Frisk. 

Below the cut is some headcannons for a kinda mental health AU? Idk, it was therapeutic to write.

It makes me think of a sort of AU were MC/reader purposefully goes to the mountain because of the rumours and obviously isn’t successful but meets a bunch of monsters who know why they came to the mountain and want to help.

Classic Sans: knows what it’s like to feel hopeless, to not want to get out of bed, how some things become so difficult to achieve. Knows what it’s like to have to hide how you feel, be happy and funny to make sure others don’t worry. If you need to do the thing, he will do the thing with you being “helpful” with his puns. He’s always there with soft encouragement and always praises the small things. Will probably make you those star stickers, “you got out of bed!” “you brushed your teeth!” “you managed social interaction!” “you didn’t cry today!”. Is interested in what you want to do in education and/or work. Will help you plan and work towards whatever that is. He knows some folk. 

Classic Papyrus: obviously is your personal cheer squad. Knows just how to motivate you but if it isn’t working and it’s a bad day knows when to calm down and let you take things at your own pace. Tell him your deepest desires, your biggest dreams, no matter how unattainable or silly it seems. You want to be an astronaut? You need to be physically healthy, go to school to get good grades and do training to achieve that? Pffft, that’s only three things, you can totally do that! Teaches you how to hold onto a dream and keep back the bad thoughts that say you can’t do it. You’ll show them! Will cook and bake with you while making some idle chatter. Afterwards will sit with you and watch MTT or something you’re currently interested in cuddled under a blanket.

Fell Sans (Red): the worst kept secret is that he is a softie. Will chill out with you and give you as much physical touch as you’re comfortable with. Little thumb strokes, hair strokes, hip bumps, squeezes and full on “you are now my personal squish, now chill out and watch the tv show”. Is your protector, there behind you to make sure no one walks over you or just there as silent encouragement when you need to do scary adult things. Knows what it’s like to have manic lows were the sadness is energetic and wants out. Knows how hard it is to stay strong when you need to be supported. Is there for you when this happens, even if he just silently holds you.

Fell Papyrus (Edge): you are the only one he is soft and gentle to. You know what that means? You are worthy of the terrible Papyrus! These other humans are merely jealous of your brilliance! Actual fashion icon who encourages you to express yourself however you want. Cut or dye your hair? Edge is there critiquing cuts and colours and of course approving of your choices. Your style is very much worthy of the terrible Papyrus’s approval. Humans are staring? Yes, how could they not? You look amazing! And the commoners are weak to resisting such style! Will absolutely call you by your preferred pronouns or name without question, although all skeles will do so too. Teaches you to be comfortable with yourself and that you are worth your own existence. 

Swap Sans (Blue): Another very energetic cheer squad! Preaches the importance of routine and activities. Won’t push you with exercise if you aren’t into that, gentle jogs or walks or swimming, anything calming and enjoyable. After all, what’s the point if you don’t enjoy it! Will help you figure out what the best times are you to do things, are you an early bird or a night owl? When do you get hungry? Do you have medication? When do you need to take them? He makes a very cool schedule with reminders on your phone so you don’t forget. Is very interested in your hyperfixations and is eager to learn all about it! Info dump your little heart out! Blue won’t judge and is 9/10 more likely to want to become involved too! He secretly knows what it’s like to not be respected for being yourself, whether that be for the things you love or how you look. He’s very well aware of what other monsters see him as. But! He will show you how the magnificent Sans achieves what he wants, does what he wants all the while being true to himself!

Swap Papyrus (Stretch): Another chill boy. He’s always there for you if you need to chill, talk or be distracted. No, literally. He always seems to be close to you wherever you are and whatever you’re doing, without actually moving at all...Is not at all a therapist but will listen to you when you need to talk or vent or explain something you love or have just learned. Will go with you to any doctors appointments or therapy sessions and be there for you, slouched down in his chair. Pull up a beanbag, pal, tell him all about it. Very good at distracting you with music or games or some sweet treats. A rock of a skeleton boy. Knows what it’s like to be so overwhelmed by your feelings being trapped inside you that you loose interest in things and become numb. Will show you coping mechanisms he learned himself and will always never let you forget that he is always there for you.

SwapFell Sans (Blackberry): This is a very smart boy. He clawed his way up to royal guard status without the usual violence, he doesn’t need to. Is an expert and obsessed with cheating the system and getting clever sneaky payback. Any trouble and he has it sorted, he’s both better and worse than a Karen. Will talk to a manager, teacher, professional and come out the victor. That person who bullied you? Strangely bolts whenever you are in their proximity ... Teaches you what you can do to help yourself in certain situations and how to come across confident in yourself even when you’re not. Somehow knows everything about everyone and is always doing things like reminding you that your medication is running low, you need to book another doctors appointment, even tells you that that thing you were eyeing up is much cheaper elsewhere and he’s already ordered it for you so don’t worry about it. His literal moto is “you don’t need to worry about it anymore, I’ll handle it.” But he knows when to slow down and teach you how to do things yourself. He is also a master at pet names. Darling? Sweetheart? Love? Baby? He’ll find out what you prefer and use it to his advantage, and you’ll love it. Knows how things can build and build and how sometimes the littlest thing can be the domino effect that makes everything crash. Shows you how to prioritise and take it one task at a time. 

Swapfell Papyrus (Russ): Just...a sweet boy. A little nasty, but sweet. Why do you sometimes have the urge to protect him and then suddenly feel submissive to his protection? Is a firm believer in therapy through action. You like art? He’s found this little group where you just be calm and do art and maybe talk about your feeling, lets both go. Is music your thing? Here, if you’re sad how about you press all the low keys at once? BOOOOOAAAAAMMMMM. Writing? Writing how you feel is very important to both understand yourself and how you’re feeling, to be able to reflect and point out things that triggered you and also be able to show a professional symptoms and explain how you feel without having to strain to remember. But you can also write for the pure enjoyment of words and the movement of your pen or the rhythmic click of your keyboard. Will help you with prompts and inspirations. Will never judge you for using a fandom or interest to help you get through this. Will definitely show you some of his own stuff. Knows how lonely you can feel even when surrounded by people, even when it doesn’t make sense to feel lonely or sad. Teaches you that it’s ok to feel these emotions but shows you when you need to stop in order not to become consumed by it. 

Horror Sans (Mars...?): Is deeply knowledgeable about trauma. He had a long road recovering from his. His trauma might make you feel stupid for your feelings but he will shut that down immediately. His broken leg doesn’t make your broken arm any less painful. Will be able to understand how you feel about your trauma and how that has affected you. He’s very careful to put down boundaries so neither of you trigger the other. He’s your mental health buddy, someone close who’s going through the same thing that you can talk to and know that you are fully understood. You can ask questions to help understand yourself and your own journey. Will show you how to focus and enjoy small things. Believes that people are either water people or earth people. Does the sound and sight of water make you calm? Just the rhythmic movement and sound drift you away while you both pick up cool looking rocks and smooth sea glass and sometimes even a shell! Or do you like big grassy parks or forests you can walk to your hearts content and just breathe? You both pick up some cool leaves to press between a book, take some pictures of plants and trees and sunsets. Whenever you need a break, whether you realise or not, he will whisk you away to just bask in silence for a while. A big cuddler, he has a blanket nest, hop on in and have a nap. 

Horror Papyrus (Sweetie): Knows deeply how hard it is to adapt sometimes, and how your adapting to situations can hurt you later. Knows what it’s like to be judged by how you look, especially if there are things you need to hide. Helps you with Edge’s quest, especially with clothes. He’s very good at finding unique objects that no one else has. Often comes back from thrift and charity shops with a few things he think’s you’ll like. Will cuddle up with you and listen to how you feel about yourself and the way you look. Helps you come to terms with yourself, accept yourself. Always has a compliment for you, building it up from small things so you can learn to believe and accept them. Knows ways to help you if you sometimes dissociate and especially if it’s triggered by photos or mirrors. If you need to go to the dentist or the doctor for operations or procedures, he’s right there with you holding your hand. He himself has some very cool braces for his teeth, some funky glasses and some support of his posture. Loves to teach you how to solve puzzles and will sit behind you and point out words he finds in the word searches. A very good bonding buddy. Also, he always has snacks, he is a snack mom. Sometimes he even slips food and water into your bag and pockets. 

[szopenhauer]

People do you live with - are they related to you? they are indeed

Have you ever had to have surgery before? What was this for? not yet

Are you listening to any music right now? What song is it? just finished, got tired/bored of it

Who did you last hug? When did this hug take place? Where? my mom, today, home

Who was the last person to play with your hair? Are they cute? my gf, yes

Do you enjoy shopping? Who do you usually go shopping with anyways? yes, mostly looking at stuff, dad

Are you afraid of thunderstorms? What exactly makes you afraid of them? nah

What color are the shutters on your house by the windows, if there are any? we don’t have shutters

Do you enjoy talking smack to those annoying telemarketers? Is it funny? I disconnect immediately

Do you need spellcheck in order to spell things correctly? usually not Do you do too many surveys? How many have you done today? yeah but it’s smth that keeps my mind occupied in those stressful times and I enjoy it for fun - you don’t have to read them if you don’t want to, let me do what I want to survive, I don’t need to explain myself actually as it’s my life  Have you ever changed yourself to impress someone?  I regret that Who was the last person you gave up on? Why did you give up on them? I gave up on almost everyone including myself Is there ink in your printer? not black, only color Have you been outside yet today? What were you doing? taking care of trash and dog  What kind of games did you play on the playground when you were younger? many

Have you ever buried a time capsule with a friend? Did you dig it up yet? with my sister, it disappeared  Do you remember the first time you ever drove a car?  never happened  Where did you get your favorite hoodie? it’s my sister’s old hoodie Are shoes under your bed? I don’t keep anything under my bed  Have you ever been in handcuffs?  *wink* not yet :P Have you ever had to be put to sleep at a hospital?  I might for my gastroscopy someday because I have a strong gag reflex and there’s no other way :( When are you planning on moving out of your parents’ house? plan pfft... Are you a fan of dogs?  small dogs Who was the last person in your family to graduate high school? Was it you? immediate family? it was me

What genre was the last song you listened to? dance/electronic I see… Did it have a male or female vocalist? female Have you watched any of your favourite TV shows today? Which? I haven’t watched any TV show today What colour is your make-up bag? I don’t use one Have you ever dyed your hair green? yep

What color was the first pet you had? green

Have you ever had fake nails? nope

What was your favorite year of high school? definitely not the last, probably first

Would you be more afraid of drowning or being buried alive? both include choking but drowning gives you a bigger chance of survival

Does your family own more than two houses? we’re too poor for that and owning more than one house is unfair in my opinion

Would you marry someone who could never have sex for medical reasons? I’m asexual, I don’t like/want/need sex so that’s cool

What about someone who was guaranteed to die in five years? anyone can die any moment so yes

Do you have any step parents? no

Do you know what year your mother was born in? I always forget

The person you would never want to meet? someone dangerous If you were a type of tree, what would you be? weeping willow or hollow/dead tree of some sort

Favorite age you’ve been so far? childhood in general I think You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? maybe even myself?... If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?  I don’t want a slave wtf You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? save it Are you a good kisser? am not Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?
 several times Have you ever built a snowman? of course Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? sunrises, even tho I’m not a morning person If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? dog + elephant Can you do any accents other than your own?  not well What is the last thing you drew a picture of?  not sure what was last

If the opportunity arose, would you ever go to a nude beach? Do you think you’d be comfortable enough, being naked among others like that? hell no, I wouldn’t be comfy enough to look at penises, gross! Have you ever considered keeping a dream journal? If you have one, have you ever looked back on it at all of the odd/interesting dreams you used to have? gonna burn it soon Do you think regifting is cheap, or is it okay? Have you ever regifted before? it’s ok, yeah

Do you like tablets or laptops more?  laptops Have you ever had to “come out” to your parents about anything (sexual orientation, change in religion, etc.)? How did it go? yep, it didn’t went well but it could be way worse What’s the most unusual kind of pizza you’ve ever tried? nothing unusual Has there ever been a time where you thought you were going to be great friends with someone, but it just never happened? yep :( What’s one of your favorite things to touch/feel? hmm... How often do you wear tights? very rarely Why is your favorite TV show your favorite? I like many but my favs I chose basing on the impact on my life Describe your favorite picture of yourself, or post it. those funniest and with my dad too I guess Assuming you have a Facebook, if one of your friends posted things that annoyed you, would you be more likely to delete them as a friend, hide their statuses, or just put up with it? hide statuses but if they’re not close to me I might even kick them out of my friends list forever, definitely won’t just put up with it When was the last time you wore a sports bra? yesterday On a scale of 1-10, how anxious are you currently? 11 How is the weather? windy

If you were a pirate, what would your name be? Sam Bell or Robin Hood unless you ask me for a nickname then I’d have to think about it more

Would you rather go the short way slow, or take the long way fast if you got there in the same amount of time? doesn’t matter

Would you rather always be in a crowd, or be the only person on earth? only person 

Do you squeeze the toothpaste from the top or the bottom?   middle?

If you had to move out of this country, what country would you move to? Why?   England or some scandinavian ones I believe

How many children do you want? Girls or boys?   0 but if any then 1 girl

If you had to lose one of your five senses, which one of them would you prefer to lose and why? smell because it’s hyper and I hate that

If you could live anywhere for one year, all expenses paid, where would you live? just my own apartment

What’s your favorite song to karaoke to? *shrug*

What takes you out of your comfort zone?   life

If you were on the cover of a magazine, which one would it be and why? I want my apartment to be on a cover of an interior design magazine

If you could be laid to rest anywhere, where would it be? Why? next to my brother and/or my dad after his death

Pool side or beach? beach

What is your favorite primary color? yellow

What is your favorite brand of bottled water? I don’t care anymore If you were to write a story, what would it be about? already written some  When was the last time you got out of your home? not counting going to my garden/yard - yesterday Do you like color pencils or crayons better? colored pencils Have you ever played Badminton? I liked to Would you ever consider running for president? nah What color is the sky right now? light blue Is March one of your favorite seasons? why not Do you write little reminders to yourself? shitload Would you want a pet iguana? I heard they commit suicide :x Exactly how many days have you been alive? 10,399 Do you know how to knit/crochet? a bit Do you enjoy windy days? I like the sound of wind and zephyr during the hottest days but that’s all

Do you believe that big goals are just as attainable as small ones? some to some

Have you ever deleted your Facebook, then brought it back? deleted and made new account

How many times a day do you change your clothes? depends

When was the last time you used spray paint? long time ago

What color are the chairs at your kitchen table? white

Do you believe that life only gets harder or easier? harder to me

Have you ever had sex with 2 different people in the same week? noooo

Are the doors of your fridge side by side or on top of one another? on top of one another

If you’ve moved out of the house you were born in, do you know the people who live in that house now? not applicable

do you sing to songs in the car when you are alone? I don’t drive so I’m never alone in the car

do you laugh at other people when they are alone in their car singing? it’s cute

the world will end in an hour. what do you do? send a cab for my dad if possible to bring him home

does the weirdest dream you have ever had involve your history teacher? that’s weirdly specific - no

how many christmas trees are in your home during the season? depends

ever told your date you were going to the bathroom and actually left? nope but if I was scared of them I could do that :o

what never fails to put you in a bad mood? ugh...

what is the first thing that comes to mind when i say green? plants

did you know that you hear/see something that relates to a monkey everyday? really? I don’t believe you

do you share a bed with anyone, or is it allll yours? it’s allll mine

are you from the north/south/west/east? personal

[screensirenfic]

Black Leather - Chapter 27

“If that little shit says code fucking red one more time; I swear I’m gonna—“

“Woah, woah, woah; Lo! Cool your jets.” Soothes Steve, though at this rate I’d settle at punching him unconscious.

If it wasn’t enough that I spent a weeks worth of pay checks on diced beef, because despite having a wallet that cost more than my entire wardrobe, someone forgot to bring his allowance; I now was having to deal with all the joys of working with a twelve year old boy.

Sorry; thirteen, as he keeps reminding me.

Thank god Eleven was a girl!

But at least we had some semblance of a plan now; Steve’s BMW parked in the woods at the start of our carnivorous crumb trail that would eventually lead to the junkyard.

Steve popped the trunk of his car; rubber gloves already on hands, because of course; the pretty boy couldn’t get his hands bloody.

The scent of blood and death was strong within; the result of nearly ten pounds worth of prized sirloin chopped in buckets, because according to the little shit; his ex-pet was a fussy eater.

Steve did the honours; hauling out two heaping buckets of meat which were already beginning to smell thanks to the heat of the car.

“Jesus, Lola; do we really need this much meat? He asked; his nose wrinkled in disgust.

Apparently I’d forgotten that a pampered trust fund teen like Steve probably never even had to wash dishes; let alone do any meal prep with raw meat.

“Shut up and unload the trunk.” I ordered; not willing to take any of his crap.

It had been his damn idea to put his faith in the wild imaginations of a thirteen year old, not mine.

I would’ve been more than happy to stay at Charlie’s and finish fixing Marty’s truck, then go out with Bil—

Shit! I’d almost forgot!

Billy would be coming to pick me up in a couple of hours, and I was currently about to start traipsing through mulch and animal shit, spreading the contents of a corpse with Steve and some weird kid.

Of all the fucking excuses I could be giving him; this one really took the whole damn pie!

Even if I did manage to make it back in time; he’d never believe me.

Not even when I stunk like a butchers shop and felt half as dead.

Steve was gonna fucking owe me for this—

“Lo; you still with me?” Steve asked; breaking through my mental rant to try and play the reasonable friend, and I wanted to fucking read him out, because I’d lost out on a good damn night for this and maybe even lost my chance at being with Billy for good; but fuck, Steve didn’t know that.

And I couldn’t blame him; not really.

“Nothing. Just forgot if I’d left the stove on.” I replied; the absurdity of that statement going straight over Steve’s pretty head as he pulled his rucksack out of the boot, alongside several cans of gasoline, unknowingly kindly donated by Charlie’s auto repairs.

Steve pulled out his nailbat; a post-apocalyptic beast of a thing that actually had belonged to Jonathan, before it was valiantly commandeered by Steve in the demogorgon attack last year.

Now it seemed the enigmatically named nailbat man was to make a reappearance; all for the sake of avenging some dumb kid’s cat and a half eaten candy bar.

I, however, liked to keep things more practical; having made time to stop home during our little errand to pick up a most vital supply.

I pulled out my dad’s sawn off shotgun from the trunk; making sure this baby was loaded with the finest buckshot, before cocking it.

Steve can wave round that little tennis racket as much as he liked; meanwhile I’d blow this bitch to smithereens with pure homegrown American lead.

Steve looked at it with a mixture of apprehension and awe, still not comfortable with me bringing a loaded weapon, despite me having learnt how to shoot before I could even drive.

He’d get over it.

Fuck; he might even be thankful once we bring this overgrown slug down without even breaking a sweat.

I let him slam the trunk closed, and by the sounds of it, E.T. was finally done phoning home; Dustin pushing down that ridiculous antenna at last, before the Venusians tried to contact us on it.

“You gonna actually help any time today kid, or is your plan just to play operator whilst we do the real work?” I queried; picking up the first of the heavy metal buckets in front of me.

“Alright, alright; hold your fucking horses. I’m coming.” The kid placated, and maybe I should’ve said something about the language, but then again; I wasn’t exactly a saint, and I wasn’t the kid’s mother, so why the fuck should I care?

Instead, I stood back as he picked up the lightest of the buckets, leaving the heaviest for Steve, but you know what; let him.

It was Steve’s damn sympathies that got us into this mess; so let’s see him feel so sympathetic when he’s done spreading meat for the next two hours.

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So maybe playing pied piper to a B movie creature feature wasn’t as mind numbingly boring as I’d thought it would be.

I mean; the company was decent, me and Steve wasting the time away by playing twenty one questions and talking with the kid.

Think of it as community service; us near adults taking the time out from our busy lives to give back to the younger generation.

Of course; I’d also forgotten how blatantly dumb boys of the younger generation could be.

“All right; so let me get this straight...” Drawled the voice of Steve as he trailed behind keeping pace with the kid; after refusing to keep step with me.

It’s not my fault; really. He’d dropped a question on cannibalism on me, and I’d rose to the challenge beautifully; managing to both freak him out and educate him in one answer; a finer achievement than any teacher at Hawkins High had ever managed.

“You kept something dangerous in order to impress a girl... who you just met?” Steve asked with such incredulousness, you’d almost forget this is the same kid who took up football in freshman year just to impress Kathy Williams; an absolute disaster which ended with him getting tackled by a senior quarterback and him spending two weeks in Hawkins Med with a broken arm.

Still got that date with Kathy though.

“Alright; that’s grossly oversimplifying things...” The kid objected, because pigheaded stupidity was a primarily male trait with symptoms that included complete denial when it came to pursuing the fairer sex.

“I mean; why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?” Steve asked; the question perfectly rational, but clearly absurd in the eyes of a thirteen year old.

“An interdimensional slug?! Because it’s awesome!” Dustin exclaimed, and I swear the nerd levels here were sweeping off the chart.

“Lola; would you like it if I showed you a slug?” Steve called ahead to me, finally breaking his selective silence to ask an actual female about their kind.

Still; didn’t mean I was gonna give him all the answers.

“I’m not going anywhere near you or your slug, Steve.” I retorted; still not managing to contain a chuckle. Yes; that was an innuendo, and Steve was probably rolling his eyes right now, but fuck; if I didn’t like winding him up.

“Well; even if she thought it was cool, which she didn’t... I... I just... I don’t know.” Steve reasoned with a sigh, forgoing all attempts to get me on side, because I was a petty bitch and still wasn’t quite over when he asked me about bra size.

“I just feel like you’re trying way too hard, man.” Steve confessed, chucking down another handful of meat with resigned indignation.

“Well; not everyone can have your perfect hair, alright...” Dustin griped, and I could barely contain my laughter, because was I the only one who fucking remembered?!

“Perfect?!” I scoffed; the word half hidden in a bout of laughter. “You should’ve seen him in the eighth grade! He looked like the fourth Beegee!” I exclaimed with thunderous laughter, because it was true; goddamnit!

Steve’s hair had been so goddamn hilarious, and just remembering it now brought back flashbacks of the Snow Ball; memories of crisp white suits straight out of Saturday Night Fever, and a much younger Steve Harrington busting a move on the dance floor like a barely pubescent John Travolta.

Steve didn’t find it funny, shooting me daggers that clearly said “shut the hell up”, despite the fact his embarrassment would only rile me up further.

“Anyway; it’s not about the hair...” He returned his attention to Dustin, clearly understanding that giving me evils was getting him nowhere.

“The key with girls is just... acting like you don’t care.” Steve bestowed his worldly piece of wisdom, and I could barely keep myself from rolling my eyes.

Yeah; because of course the girls liked Steve because he acted like a total douche, and not because they thought he was dumber than a sack of dirt and didn’t know any better.

The hair was a bonus though.

“Even if you do?” The kid asked innocently; and it was hard to believe that all twelve year olds took advice so easily.

“Yeah; exactly. It drives them nuts.” Steve said; and I had to stop them there.

This kid was no Steve Harrington and would probably end up dying alone if he followed Steve’s example.

Fuck; Steve might end up dying alone with a shovel to the back of the head if he kept pissing me off like this.

“Or he could just tell this girl how he actually feels, rather than acting all emotionally constipated about it; Steve...” I interrupted; offering an realistically sound piece of advice, which might end up with the girl actually liking the kid, rather than mistaking him for the douche of the century; who was clearly already walking among us.

“Don’t listen to her...” Steve dismissed my advice with a wave of the hand, and this time, I really did roll my eyes.

“Why? Because I’m a girl?” I countered smartly; as if sound logic ever meant more to Steve than macho grand standing.

“No; because you’re a psychopath...” Steve replies, tossing a handful of meat at me, as if I was a mischievous bitch that could be fended off with a scrap of food.

“Hey!” I exclaimed; nimbly leaping out of the line of fire before I could amass another interesting stain on my jacket.

“You know; I liked you better with your headphones on, Blondie...” Steve drawled; his attention fully averted from counsel giving, to our usually programmed showing of me and Steve acting like complete jackasses around each other.

“And I liked you better in Wham!; George...” I retorted; knowing how much Steve hated the smarmy pop band, despite Nancy’s insistence that they were gorgeous.

“Why don’t you come back here...” Steve began to bluster; picking up another handful of bloody meat with a mischievous smile on his face, but it was too late.

I was quicker than him, already dancing away further along the track, before slipping on my headphones; because despite being a slippery bitch, I was a good girl and sometimes decided to appease our noble king; if only for an easy time.

I hit play on my Walkman; happy to hear the starting notes of Heart Of Glass chiming into my ear canals.

I turned it up loud and proud to sing along; resolved that if Steve and the kid wanted boy time, they could have it, but I would be as much of a nuisance as possible.

“Once I had a love and it was a gas

Soon found out he had a heart of glass

Seemed like the real thing, only to find

Much of mistrust; love’s gone behind.”

[peterstanslizzie]

Re-watching Lizzie Mcguire: Episode 1.23 (Last Year’s Model)

“You like me, you really like me”. She didn’t say this but I feel this is the perfect description for this picture lol

- The Mcguire family’s got mail! Besides the generic ones like bills, Matt receives a letter that contains a $50 gift certificate from his grandma, Gammy Mcguire for his birthday. 

- But she seemed to forget when Matt’s birthday is because she had already gifted him his present 7 months ago. I still would like to see Gammy actually appear on-screen and interact with her family. But we are never going to get that I’m afraid. 

- As for Lizzie, she asks her mom if she could participate in a fashion show organised by ‘Teen Attitude’ magazine. If she’s chosen by them, she will receive $500 worth of merchandise. I would definitely want to do that fashion show just for the perks. Her mom seems to be on board as long as she does her homework and stops picking on Matt.

Lizzie says sure but we all know that she’s not going to do one of the two promises lol

Lizzie The Runway Model

Remember when fashion shows back then were all fun and joyful and the models always used to spin around? Nowadays, most models just look so miserable.

- Gordo seems to be on-board with the whole modeling thing for Lizzie, mostly because of the $500. Isn’t he the type of person who views modeling as superficial? I also wonder why Miranda wasn’t interested in trying out for the fashion show?

- Mr. Dig, their substitute teacher suddenly interrupts their conversation and went off on a tangent by talking about the time he gave advice to a model by the name of Colette Romana, whose face was broken when an elephant sat on her face in Nairobi.....okayyy

Mr. Dig is really odd but I do appreciate his honesty with the kids when it comes to life lessons 

- Next, we move on to the ‘Styling’ and Sassy’ fashion show! Lizzie’s parents, her friends and even Kate Sanders plus Ethan Craft are in the audience. Can I just say that Lizzie totally rocked the runway!? She really fits the typical girl-next-door look the fashion show was trying to showcase and not to mention, I love the fact that an S Club 7 song (Everybody Wants Ya) is playing in the background too!

Work that twirl girlfriend!

- Kate is clearly jealous that she couldn’t do the fashion show because she had to go to a funeral. Wow Kate, way to hit a new low this time. But I must say; Kate would’ve have been great for this because she certainly has the height for the runway. 

Everybody Is Acting Weird Around Lizzie

- After the fashion show, Lizzie tells her friends that she was asked to do another fashion show due to her amazing performance. Gordo then makes a joke with her, reminding her to not forget about them when she becomes famous and all of a sudden, Lizzie forgets his name when addressing him...umm what? Hope she wasn’t kidding when she did that.

- After that, we see this girl who sat with Kate and Ethan in the fashion show approach Lizzie and invites her to her dad’s clubhouse to hang out in the hot tub and watch the new Backstreet Boys DVD. This show is definitely old lmao!

Okay, this girl’s name is Jessica. I had to fast forward to figure that out.

- Lizzie hesitates to say yes because she already made plans with Gordo and Miranda to watch a movie but turns out, both her friends are very eager to join Lizzie at the country club and hang out with the popular kids. Even Gordo!

- We are then taken to the clubhouse and our trio is seen chilling in the hot tub. Gordo is mostly enjoying the free food being served. I can definitely relate to him. What’s surprising me right now is how Kate’s acting all cool and friendly in front of Lizzie.

What a sudden change in attitude! She’s now acting as if Lizzie is a legit celebrity, which she isn’t. I don’t get it.

- It’s not just with Kate; Miranda is also acting different around Lizzie. She offers to bring a drink over to Lizzie and basically recites the entire drinks menu. She’s acting like Lizzie’s personal assistant. But wow, Miranda actually seems to have a great memory when it comes to listing things out. 

- Back at the hot tub, Gordo is talking to Jessica and tells her he has videos of Lizzie that he has shot for his short films/documentaries. He offers to come over to her house to show her some of them to which she says yes, as long as he brings Lizzie along. 

Why is Gordo the only one wearing shades? It’s either he has sensitive eyes or he just wants to look cool, which isn’t something Gordo would do

- And just like that, Lizzie is going to watch videos at Jessica’s on Sunday night without agreeing to it. On top of that, she’s apparently going dancing at the ‘Shango Tango’ on Saturday night with them as well. Basically, they want to use Lizzie’s status as a model to grant them access to these places. She did one fashion show and they’re acting like she’s Gigi Hadid or whatever lol

Lizzie’s Famous Now

- At school, everyone is just staring at Lizzie everywhere she goes. Even Kate goes up to her and compliments her outfit and accessories. 

“My earrings match my eyes?”. This line is definitely memorable to me. 

- Plus, it seems like the tables have turned because Lizzie and Ethan have literally switched characters. When Lizzie is talking to him about an English test they just took, he’s acting like the old Lizzie when she’s around him; all awkward and fidgety. 

- Lizzie notices all of this and tells her friends how everyone is acting so different around her. Miranda and Gordo doesn’t view this as a negative; They like the fact that people are noticing them now and inviting them to all sorts of special events/parties. 

- After running away from the other students who were all just staring at her still, Lizzie hides in a room where Mr. Dig is and he then takes a picture of Lizzie to have it signed so he can sell it to his nephew...and niece. Well, putting that aside, Lizzie rants to her teacher how everyone and even her best friends are treating her differently nowadays since the fashion show. 

- Mr. Dig suggests to Lizzie that she should treat them like how a celeb diva would and treat them like dirt. This is to remind them that they are her friends and not her posse. 

Lizzie Brings Out Her Inner Diva

- Gordo and Miranda arrive at Lizzie’s house and Lizzie commences “Operating Superstar Brat” by acting like a total diva towards her friends. She’s even dressed up like one from head to toe. 

Even worse, Gordo and Miranda follow her orders and starts to bark like dogs, albeit their execution was a little sloppy lol.

- Soon after, Lizzie drops her act and tells her friends that they have changed. They clearly realise this and promise to Lizzie that things will go back to normal and they won’t act like her posse anymore. But the problem is, everyone else is still treating her differently. And this is the solution she came up with:

To act like a complete and utter fool on the runway. 

- I have to give props to Lizzie for having the courage to dress up like this and act this way in front of an audience. But if I were her, I wouldn’t want to give up a modeling contract with a popular magazine just because people are acting differently around me. I mean, I would at least give it more time to see if the situation would improve. Most of all, I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself publicly like how Lizzie did here. 

- Also, she didn’t have to include this dumb confrontation between her and Miranda. It just wasn’t necessary.

Y’all didn’t need to fight. The fashion show was already ruined when Lizzie started scratching her butt lol

B-Plot: Matt Goes Shopping

- Sam and Jo brings Matt and Lanny to the hardware/electronics store to shop for things he can get with the $50 gift certificate. Lanny gravitates towards the massage chair but it’s way too expensive. We then get a montage of the boys and Matt’s parents trying out different products at the store to the song, ‘Shopping’ by the Pet Shop Boys. It’s a pretty catchy song if you ask me. 

My favorite part of the montage is when they reference back to the Austin Powers’ villains, Dr. Evil and Mini-Me 

- Matt spots a hammock priced at $75 and he thinks it’s perfect for him. Even though it costs $25 more, Lanny is able to cover the rest because he’s earning money from his website. My question is, what kind of content is in Lanny’s website anyways?

- Back in the Mcguires’ backyard, Matt and Lanny are busy assembling the hammock they just bought but unfortunately for them, they got less than stellar results:

Exhibit A

- They are back at the store again and they want to return the hammock and get a refund. However, the store clerk, who is being a total prick tells them that they can’t get a refund on sale items. Okay fine but he needs to watch his tone when talking to customers. And he even called Sam an ‘old timer’. The disrespect! Sheeesh!

And the award for worst customer service goes to...

- Sam leaves behind Matt and Lanny to talk to the manager and afterwards, we see the two boys doing the absolute right thing by playing a prank on the useless employee who is walking on the treadmill. They proceed to tape his hands onto both handles and increase the speed on the treadmill. I’m not the one to agree with pranking others but this guy really deserved it.

Overall Thoughts

- This is yet again, a very entertaining episode. I love how the story was very Lizzie-centric this time and it did not disappoint. I mean, it was a little outrageous how EVERYONE was acting and treating Lizzie like a total A-lister after appearing in one fashion show. It’s like they assumed that everybody reads ‘Teen Attitude’ magazine.

- It kinda got me to think that maybe after the events of The Lizzie Mcguire Movie, I would assume that everyone at school would treat her similarly because she did perform a hit song in front of millions of people in Italy, which I’m sure it caught the attention of US mainstream media.

- Besides that, the soundtrack of this episode was incredible! I had to look up the songs on YouTube because they were so catchy. Lastly, Matt’s storyline was pretty insignificant in this episode and it didn’t really provide me with anything besides some physical comedy.

[roo-the-fox]

WELCOME TO CHAPTER 2!!!! I am sleep-deprived and loopy lol!

I think I’m gonna add in some songs for you to listen to while you read, so here you go 😊😊

Roo’s Playlist:

Your Dog Loves You- Colde (feat. Crush) // Wi Ing Wi Ing- Hyukoh // When You Fall- Sam Kim, Chai // Photograph- offonoff // 247 - Junggigo

Anyways, Enjoy!!! 💜💜💜

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GIRL’S TRIP- Ch. 2

“Yeah, we’ll be there soon, Unni! Thanks for renting out the space to us, I really appreciate it! Yeah.... Yeah.... Okay, see you in about 15 minutes. Mmhmm... Okay, bye!” Savannah hung up her phone and turned to Annie and Jilly. “That was Ivy. She said that she’ll meet us outside the apartment when we arrive in Apgujeong. It’s the cutest shopping and fashion area! And it’s within Gangnam so we’ll get to be in that general area.”

“How exciting! But you didn’t have to take care of our housing arrangements, we could’ve helped!” Annie said from the front seat of the taxi car, Happy excitedly looking between the window and the driver.

“Yeah, we could’ve helped pick out a place. You wouldn’t even let us see the pictures of the place.” Jilly said, pouting. Savannah knew it drove her friends crazy to not know about the apartment, but she really wanted it to be a surprise for them after all they had done for her over the years.

“Don’t worry about it, guys! I wanted do this and you can always pay me back with food.” Savannah said, grinning widely at the thought of food. Annie and Jilly just rolled their eyes and sat back in their seats, looking out the window at the beautiful city. The mix of modern and traditional living harmoniously throughout the buildings. Beautiful architecture, extraordinary sculptures, and exquisite temples flooded the city with culture and life. Annie and Jilly forgot their anxieties and immersed themselves in the sights of the structures and the sounds of the bustling people.

“Ahjusshi, it’s my friends’ first times in Korea. What should we eat first?” Savannah asked, leaning to the side so the taxi driver could see her in the rear view mirror.

“Hmmmm,” The driver rubbed his face, thinking about the different types of decadent dishes that the country had to offer. “You had a long flight, yes?” He said, looking over at Annie, who nodded. “Then, I would suggest something hearty. They never serve enough food on those planes. Either budaejjigae or jjajangmyun.” All three girls were almost drooling at the thought of the dishes. He was right, they really had only eaten snacks on the flight, partly due to the nerves of traveling, partly because of nerves from a certain group of guys.

“Thank you, ahjusshi.” Savannah said, smiling gratefully at the driver. It was mid-afternoon now. By the time that they were settled, it would be dinner time and they could go grab something delicious.

The girls kept up the conversation with their driver, who had reached over to pet the puppy who wouldn’t stop staring at him until he gave her the proper attention. After a few more minutes, they finally arrived at the apartment. Savannah called Ivy to tell her that they had arrived. Savannah was pulling the suitcases out of the trunk when a very excited Ivy ran up behind her and embraced her. Savannah turned around, shocked, then squealed at her friend, excitedly hugging her back.

“I missed you so much! Oh my gosh, how are you? Are these your friends? Hi, I’m Ivy! Savannah and I were co-teachers before!” Ivy rambled off, shaking Annie and Jilly’s hands. “Oh! A puppy! She reminds me so much of Pie! Can I hold her?” Ivy asked, hopefully. Annie just nodded and handed over the shih tzu.

“Yeah, she’s the one who gave me my Korean name.” Savannah laughed before pulling out the rest of the bags.

“Yeah, some of our kids would always ask her about it so I gave her one. But come on, I’ll take you up to the apartment.” Jilly paid the taxi driver for the ride and they followed Ivy into the building. In the elevator, she told them about her family buying the plot of land a while ago and that it was full of luxury apartments. She added that the interior was made with an industrial yet clean feel to it.

Reaching the right floor, they walked to one of the doors and Ivy balanced Happy in one arm while she pushed in the key code. The door chimed it’s little welcome ring when Ivy opened the door to a beautiful open apartment.

Annie and Jilly’s jaws dropped as their entered the gorgeous French-modern home. Savannah just smiled and turned to Ivy, taking her shoes off before entering the space. Ivy put Happy down, letting the dog finally roam free. Annie and Jilly basically jumped out of their shoes to look around the living and dining areas. They squealed and awed over the details and view.

“Thanks again for letting us have this one.” Savannah said, leaning against the wall with Ivy.

“What’s so special about this apartment, in particular?” Annie inquired, turning around with an eyebrow raised

“It’s got four rooms. Savannah told me that there would be four of you and I just so happened to have this one open up recently.” Ivy smiled. Annie and Jilly turned to Savannah, daggers basically shooting at their friend. They had been told that there would only be two rooms for the girls to pair up in. Savannah just shrugged and smiled.

“Anyways, let’s get dinner sometime this week. Okay? Also, I left my number, the gate code, and the door code on the counter in the kitchen. Oh, and trash day is on Thursday. Call me if you need me!” Ivy explained, putting her jacket and shoes back on.

“Sounds good, I’ll message you on Kakao once we get SIM cards.” Savannah said, walking her back to the door. “I appreciate everything you’ve done. Say hi to your hubs and baby for me.” Savannah gave Ivy another hug before she left. Once the door closed, Savannah turned to see her two best friends stalking towards her with stern faces. Savannah just sighed, shoved her hands in her pockets, and prepared for the worst.

“Why didn’t you tell us?!” Annie barked. “This place must have cost a fortune.”

“Yeah, especially because we’re going to be getting our own rooms! Dude, please let us help you with this!” Jilly pleaded.

“No guys, its fine! I’ve wanted to do this since we started thinking about it. I saved up money from my last series and I got a huge signing bonus for my current series. I specifically wanted to do this for you guys. Please don’t take that away from me.” Annie and Jilly pouted at her, knowing that they couldn’t convince her otherwise.

“Fine,” Annie sighed. “Let’s go take a look at the rooms. I want to get settled before we head to dinner.”

“We need to get our phone cards before the shops close too. We can do that on our way out.” Jilly said, grabbing her suitcase and hoisting it up the stairs.

After looking around the upstairs areas and heavy deliberation, the girls decided on their rooms.

Annie’s room:

Jilly’s room:

Savannah’s room:

The girl’s moved their stuff to their rooms before taking turns in the shower. They were all greasy and gross from the flight and they wanted to clean up for dinner. The weather outside was still chilly, especially as the sun started to set so the girls decided to dress a little warmer before setting out.

Jilly’s outfit:

Annie’s Outfit:

Savannah’s outfit:

Leaving Happy with some food and water, the girls set off to find food. Annie and Jilly told Savannah to pick the restaurant since she surprised them with the apartment. They walked down the busy street until they passed a phone shop.

“Hey, let’s get our SIM cards while we’re out!” Jilly said, pulling the other two into the SK shop. After 30 minutes of working with the staff, they finally got their cards implanted in their phones, new phone numbers set, and paid for the next month of service. With that taken care of, they set off for dinner once again.

Looking around the surrounding streets, Savannah finally spotted a budaejjigae shop and she pointed it out to the others.

“This is perfect for a cool night like this! Let’s go!” The other two followed her into the shop and they sat down next to the window. Their mouths watered as they looked over the menu. Finally deciding on their order, they called the shop owner over and pointed out the stew they wanted along with a few sodas to help cut some of the stew’s greasiness. A few minutes later, their food came out and the owner watched as the girls’ eyes nearly flew out of their sockets at the beauty before them.

Once the budaejjigae had fully cooked, the girls started digging in. They all moaned out at the array of flavors hitting their tongues, only to receive weird looks from the patrons around them. Ignoring them, they fully dug into the delicious meal, savoring every bite and element within the spicy broth. They talked about what they wanted to do the next day, seeing as they were all exhausted and they wanted to be up and recharged once morning came around. Upon reaching the bottom of the pot, they slowed down on their eating and relaxed into the seats, looking out at the people walking by.

“So have you guys thought about reaching out to the boys?” Savannah asked, quietly, causing the other two to blush. They had been so focused on the apartment and food that the incidents from earlier in the day had somehow slipped their minds.

“Not yet. I wouldn’t even know what to say to him.” Annie said, looking down at her phone.

“Me too. How do you even talk to them?” Jilly said, taking a sip of her soda.

“Talk to them like you did on the plane. Like their ‘normal people’,” Savannah said, putting air quotes around the last part.

“Says the girl who could barely look Tae in the eyes. You didn’t even look at Namjoon.” Annie said, looking at her with a raised brow. Savannah just slouched.

“I dunno, dude. But from what you guys said, you told them that you’d message them once you guys got your SIM cards.” Savannah countered, grinning mischievously. Annie and Jilly just looked at each other, flushed.

“Okay, but should we plan out what we say first?” Jilly asked, looking between the other two.

“What about just ‘Hi, it’s Jilly/Annie from the plane.’ It’s just letting them know that you didn’t forget about them.” Savannah threw out, taking the last bite of stew.

“What if they forgot about us?” Annie whined. She fiddled with her phone, looking at Yoongi’s contact.

“I HIGHLY doubt they did. Especially with how Yoongi was looking at you. Besides, it doesn’t hurt to try though.”

“Easy for you to say, you didn’t get any of their numbers. You’d be freaking out like us if you had.” Jilly pouted.

“Very true, but maybe there’s a reason I didn’t get it. We don’t all need to be freaking out here.” Savannah just smiled. Annie and Jilly just stared down at their phones.

“Jilly, did you get a chance to put Kookie’s number in your phone before we left the apartment?” Annie asked, whispering so no one could overhear. The last thing they needed was someone attacking them over talking about BTS.

“I did in the taxi when we were leaving the airport.” Jilly said, sipping on her soda. Annie nodded and they both looked back at their phones. Savannah looked over at Annie’s phone and smirked.

“I’m surprised you didn’t put him down as ‘Yoongles Bear’.” Savannah chided, earning a light shove from Annie.

“Shut up! I wouldn’t do that... yet.” Annie whispered the last part, causing the other two to smirk.

“Okay, I wrote something out. Can you guys look over it first?” Jilly said, causing the other two to look at her. She handed her phone over to Annie and her and Savannah read it: ‘Hey, it’s Jilly, from the flight. I got my SIM card 😊’.

“That looks good, Jilly!” Annie smiled.

“Yeah, but I’m nervous to send it.”

“Wait, you didn’t want us to push send for you?” Savannah asked, wide-eyed and biting her lip.

“You didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t.” Jilly said, grabbing her phone from them. The message was still in the typing box. Jilly glared at Savannah, who just stuck her tongue out at her, jokingly.

“But for real, do you want us to send it for you?” Annie asked, pulling Jilly’s attention from Savannah.

“Ummm, I don’t know. How about this; You type out your message and we’ll send the messages from each other’s phones.”

“Ugh, but I don’t know what to say.” Annie said, frustrated.

“Babe, just say something along the lines that Jilly said. It’s just an introductory text. You don’t need to worry too much about it.” Savannah said, her face finally serious. Annie just nodded and typed something out. She handed the phone over to Jilly and she read it: ‘Hey, it’s Annie. I’m glad that Happy could keep you company on the flight.’ Savannah looked over and read the message as well and nodded.

“Looks good to me.” Jilly said, handing her phone over to Annie. “Okay, let’s send them on the count of 3... 1... 2... 3.” And, with that, the texts were sent.

A few minutes of anxiety-induced silence filled the space. Savannah was looking in between the two girls who were trying not to look at their phones. She knew they were both riddled with anxious thoughts so she stood up, making both of them jump out of their own minds.

“Come on, let’s go walk around. You two need some crisp fresh air.” Savannah said, grabbing her bag and walking over to the cashier, paying for their dinner while they gathered their stuff.

“Will you stop paying for stuff?!” Jilly groaned once they were outside the restaurant.

“Nope.” Savannah said, winking at Jilly. They walked down a shopping street, looking in some of the windows of the cute shops and seeing the trends and pastel colors that comes with the spring season.

“It’s supposed to warm up a little later this week. We can hopefully wear some of the cuter outfits that we brought and get some good pictures with the cherry blossoms.” Jilly said, looking at the array of blossoming trees that lined the street. One of the shop’s doors were open and playing beautiful classical music, adding to the romantic atmosphere of the street.

“That would be really nice.” Annie agreed, still looking at the cute clothes and accessories in the shops. She was excited to find some cute outfits at the shops. The styles in Korea was very different to American styles and she was happy for the change. She turned to find only Jilly looking at the trees and people walking around in cute outfits.

“Where’s Savannah?” She asked, looking through the small masses of people that bustled through the street. Jilly looked down the line of trees until she spotted a familiar head.

“There she is.” She said, walking over to where the girl stood. They found Savannah taking pictures of a lamppost’s light filtering through the cherry blossom leaves and petals.

“Savannah, I swear. Why didn’t you tell us you were stopping?!” Annie scolded her.

“I would’ve caught up eventually. I just wanted to take this picture.” Savannah said, not taking her eyes off of her camera.

“Ah,” Jilly started, “We should probably get back to take care of Happy. We’ve been gone for a few hours.” The girls looked over at Jilly, then their watches. 9:38 PM. The girls nodded and started heading back to the apartment.

The walk back was chilly but, with their bellies full of warm food, they were able to talk and enjoy the nice crisp air. They laughed and talked the whole way home. They were almost to the apartment when they stopped at a convenience store for drinks and snacks. Once they finally got back into the apartment, Happy came running up to them, excitedly.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna take her out to go potty. I’ll be right back.” Annie said, clipping Happy’s leash onto her harness and taking her outside.

While out on the apartment walking trail, a ding went off in Annie’s pocket. She pulled out her phone and squealed when she saw the name pop up on her lock screen. Nearly dropping her phone, she stuffed her phone back in her pocket. Quickly, she cleaned up after happy, threw the waste back into the bin, and hurried Happy back to the building.

Savannah and Jillian were just finishing up with putting the snacks away when Annie barreled through the door, shih tzu in tow behind her. The other two looked behind them, startled at the sudden outburst.

“Yoongi text me back!” Annie panted. Savannah and Jilly’s eyes went wide and they ran over to her.

“Really?? What did he say?” They spoke in unison.

“I don’t know, I haven’t looked yet. I freaked out too much.” Annie said, sliding out of her shoes and taking the leash off of Happy, who just trotted away.

“Well look! Let’s see what he said!” Jilly squealed. Annie pulled the phone out of her pocket and opened the message.

Savannah cupped her hands under the phone, afraid that Annie would drop it. Annie just stared at the phone, reading and rereading the message. She couldn’t believe what he was said. Jilly and Savannah couldn’t tell if she was breathing, so Jilly slipped the phone from Annie’s hands and set it on the dining room table.

“Why don’t you go get changed and wash your face, then you can respond. Okay? Give yourself time to think of something to say.” Jilly pushed Annie towards the stairs where her and Savannah followed, wanting to change into their own PJ’s, as well.

Once everyone was washed up and changed into their pajamas, Savannah heated up some hot water for tea and cocoa. Annie grabbed her phone and the girls proceeded over to the couch, curling up under blankets and sipping their drinks.

“Have you thought about what your gonna say?” Savannah asked.

“Kinda. I’m still in a state of shock.” Annie said, processing the fact that Yoongi actually text back.

“Well, why don’t you start by replying to his question?” Jilly offered. Annie just nodded her head and started typing it out... then erasing... then typing again.... and erasing again.

“Babe..” Savannah started.

“I know, but I don’t want to come off too technical, you know? Sometimes, I can’t control how I come off. I don’t want to be short or anything.” Annie ran her fingers through her hair, thinking about how to strategically text the rapper back. She started texting back and hit send before projecting the phone at Savannah, smacking into her stomach.

“Oof, what the hell!”

“I’m sorry, I’m just nervous!” Savannah rubbed her stomach while looking down at the screen and reading out the message.

“Yeah we arrived safely, haha. Savannah surprised us with a really pretty apartment in Apgujeong. Did you get home safely? 😊”

“Babe, that’s perfect. You don’t need to stress about it more.” Savannah said, placing the phone on the table. Jilly just ‘awed’ at Annie and giggled as Annie lightly smacked her arm.

“By the way, Jilly, did Jungkook text you back?” Savannah asked, leaning back against the cozy couch.

“Oh right, my phone is on silent. Let me check!” She said, reaching into her jacket pocket. She pulled out her phone and looked down at the screen.

“Not yet.” She said, a tone of sadness in her voice.

“Let’s be honest, he’s probably at the gym.” Annie shrugged, a light playfulness in her voice.

“or scarfing his face with Jin... or wine drunk again.,” Savannah chimed in, smirking. “Anyways, don’t worry about it right now. We have a full day to seize tomorrow and we should get some sleep.” Annie and Jilly nodded, draining the last of their drinks before cleaning up the mugs and heading upstairs.

Once in her room, Jilly stretched out on her bed and started watching videos when a familiar name popped up on the screen. Jilly’s eyes went wide and her phone slipped from her grip, falling right onto her face.

“Ow, shit!” She cursed, rubbing on the bridge of her nose. Sitting up, she opened the message and squealed.

“Why is he so cute???!! I can’t handle it!” Jilly moaned, flailing her legs on the bed in overwhelming excitement. She rolled around the blankets before sitting up and typing out her message: ‘Yeah, we ate Budaejjigae because it was chilly outside. It was so yummy 😋 Did you get home safely?’

With that, Jilly plugged in her phone and fell asleep after a few long minutes of thinking about the events of the last 24 hours.

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This story belongs to roo-the-fox. Do not repost, please.

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Adrien’s Mentorship: Groceries And Glamour

Adrien gets to go to the Farmers market with Carmine well they gather supplies for the linage spells! Having never been to the farmers market before, he is in for some interesting expirencese, including his first expierence seeing glamour outside of his super suit.

Part one Here

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Adrien insisted that he accompanied Carmine to the farmers market the next time she went, which happened to be the next day. Carmine asked if he really wanted to spend a majority of the weekend with her, seeing as he could hang out with his friend, but he just stated that he had lots of free time now, so he could hangout with his friends whenever he pleased.

Nathalie gave the ‘okay’ with the plan, however Adrien would have to wear a disguise since a new ‘Gabriel’ commercial came out starring Adrien, and that meant that his fans would be more frantic than usual.

So Adrien had left the house were a baseball cap and a pair of aviator sunglasses. He alway wore a simple white tee shirt and a pair of jeans.

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The Gorilla had parked outside of Carmine’s building, but said woman was already standing on the side walk, typing away in her phone. She smiled and opened the door, sliding in to sit in the back with Adrien. She looked up towards the Gorilla and smiled “Thanks again for driving us there. I really appreciate it.” She said.

Gorilla gave a slight wave back, a clear sign of ‘don’t worry about it’ before he started to drive.

Adrien looked over his magic teacher, noting that she was wearing a white tank top with a soft violet chiffon cover up overtop. She, like him, was also wearing blue jeans and as well as a pair of sandals, she also wore a hat however unlike him, she wore a small brimmed sun hat. She was also carrying a large purse with her and several cloth bags, no doubt for the ingredients they were going to gather at the farmers market.

Adrien was bouncing in his seat, and brought out his note book again, flipping through it to find the spot where they and left off with his questions when he noticed movement coming from Carmine’s bag. He looked at it with a raised brow, looking at Carmine who hadn’t seemed to notice.

“Umm... Mlle Carmine?” He said slowly, Carmine looked towards Adrien with a small smile “Is there something in your bag? Something... moving?”

Carmine blinked slightly looking slightly confused, before opening her purse to look inside she scowled slightly “... I told you to stay in the apartment.” She stated in a slight scolding tone.

Adrien was really curious about what she was talking to, forgetting all of his lessons about never looking into someone else’s bag without permission, he leaned over and peered inside the purse to see... a ferret?

Adrien blinked several times as the white and brown ferret stuck his head out of the purse, letting out a chattering noise as he looked towards Carmine, who continued to scowl at the small animal. “No. I remember distinctly that I told you to wait in the apartment, it was just to be me and Adrien today.” The ferret let out another chatter sound, seeming to raise one of its brown brows at Carmine. “Plagg doesn’t count, he is always with Adrien.” She countered.

Adrien’s eyes widened as he smiled widely “Oh my god... you can speak with animals?!” Adrien asked in an excited tone, both Carmine and the ferret looked towards Adrien with a raised brow each.

“No, I can speak with this ferret and that’s it.” Carmine stated before sighing “Well, I was going to do this after but might as well do it now.” Carmine held out her hand and the ferret scuffled onto it than up her arm TIL he was draped over her shoulders, seeming to almost looking smug about it “Adrien, this is Gladiolus, he is my familiar.”

“Your familiar is a ferret?” Adrien asked curiously. He had did a bit of research about different aspects of the occult and witch craft. He knew that familiars were usually animal helpers, like black cats, who would help magic users with their spell making.

“Not always.” Carmine stated, giving Gladiolus a small scratch on top of his head “He shape shifts once every ten years or so as to not draw suspension. When I first arrived in Paris to study when I was 19 he was a mouse.” Carmine explained, giving a soft smile to the ferret. “... Gladio and I have been together since I was 13 years old. He is my oldest friend, confidant, and helper. I would be lost without him...” she than gave the ferret a slight scowling look, remembering that he wasn’t suppose to be in the car with them “Even though doesn’t always listen.” The ferret let out another smug, chattering sound, which caused Carmine to roll her eyes.

Adrien’s eyes were still wide as he looked at the ferret on her shoulders “So...

Is it like Harry Potter?!” He asked excitedly, looking at her “Is there a familiar shop? Will I get a familiar?! An owl would be cool, but I don’t know how father would react to that!”

Carmine looked at Adrien with a deadpanned stare, and a raised brow “... Adrien sweetie, that’s not how it works.” She said to him “One, those were not familiars but pets, not entirely the same. No, a familiar is not bought but summoned through a ritual, and even than it can be a hit or miss.” She informed the teen as she glanced towards Gorilla. She knew he was listening, she also knew he could keep a secret. “A familiar is summoned when a fey, or in some cases a demon, wishes to come over to this side, and form a contract between themselves and the magic user, this bonding them to that person TIL the day the magic user, or in some cases the familiar, dies.”

Adrien looked at her, nodding slowly “... So, if I wanted to summon a familiar, I would need ingredients for a ritual right?” He asked, looking at her.

Carmine gave him a playful smile, before tosseling the top of his head where the hat was “Let’s gather the ingredients for the linage spell, than worry about familiars, alright?”

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The farmers market reminded Adrien a lot of the different movies and anime he had seen growing up (and still watched to this day). It was outside in a large area, with multiple stalls all around with tents over top of them for share.

Adrien’s nose was assaulted with all the different smells, and all the different sounds of people trying to pilfer their wares was so different from what he was use to and it took him a few minutes to get use to it, which Carmine graciously lead him to a bench a little ways off to help him adjust.

“Is... is it always like this?” He asked, looking at Carmine who looked at the boy with a concerned expression on her face.

“Yes it is. I’m sorry Adrien. If I had known you had sensory issues I would have warned you.”

“It’s fine, the sensory thing is new, What with...” he gestured towards his ring before looking towards Carmine. “... so, what do we need?” He asked curiously, looking at Carmine.

Carmine gave him a small smile, before digging into her purse and brining out a list “Let’s see... first we need pomegranate, and than some ginseng root...”

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They spent the next half hour touring to he different stalls, finding the best ingredients for the ritual... although, to Adrien, it sounded more like they were making a really elaborate tea with all the different but odd ingredients, like bay leaves, sage, one really large apple... were they making a tea? He wouldn’t put it past Carmine.

“Where is he...” Carmine said, looking around in search of something.

Adrien looked at Carmine with a raised brow. He had offered to hold the bags for her, seeing as that seemed what a lot of apprentices did in movies and such “Who?”

“Well, I have someone here who I always buy from because he always has the good stuff, but I can’t seem to find hi- OH there he is!” She said excitedly as she briskly walked over to a stall that was a little off to the side “Théo!” She called, making her way over to the stall.

Adrien followed closely after however froze momentarily upon seeing WHO was manning the stall. It was Théo Barbot, the artist who became CopyCat a few months back. Adrien felt a scowl come onto his face at the memory of that Akuma but quickly made it go away into his ‘model smile’ as he approached with Carmine.

Theo looked up at his name being called and smiled brightly “Oh, hey Carmine! I was wondering when you were going to show up around here.” He said, placing another of his small sculptures down on his table, it was a sculpture of a sword in a stone, however it was made out of wood. Adrien noted that there were several wood or stone carvings on the table, as well as statues and boxes, most likely all hand made. Théo glanced at Adrien as he approached and stood beside Carmine, his brow raised slightly “... you baby sitting today?” He asked in a playful manner, grinning as he brought up more sculptures.

Carmine smiled proudly, placing a hand on Adrien’s shoulder “No, no babysitting. This is Adrien,” she explained, before giving Théo a pointed look, a knowing smile on her lips “My student.”

Théo’s eyebrows almost went up to his hairline as he looked at Adrien with new found interest, standing up slightly straighter as he looked him over “Really?” He asked, looking Adrien over appraisingly “... isn’t he kind of old to be your student?”

“That is for me to decide Théo.” She chided him softly, as Adrien made a mental note to ask Carmine what he meant by that later. “Did you manage to get the items I asked for?”

Theo smiled brightly “For the most part, it’s all in my car. Can you watch stall well I go get it?”

“Of course.” Carmine replied easily, as Théo made his way to the parking lot.

“... I don’t like him.” Adrien muttered slightly under his breath.

“Why ever not?” Carmine asked him, with a raised brow.

Adrien froze up slightly, looking at Carmine “Uh, he imitated me when he became CopyCat, remember?” He said, giving her a nervous smile. It was a half truth.

Carmine looked at him with a raised brow, and Adrien could tell she didn’t believe him fully. “... and what else?” She asked him. Adrien remained quiet for a moment, looking down at the ground. “Adrien, either you tell me or I ask Théo about it.”

“He has a crush on Ladybug...” Adrien finally muttered under his breath. Carmine raised a brow at the statement, giving Adrien a VERY unimpressed look as Théo returned holding a cardboard box.

“Théo, you still admire our city’s lovely superhero’s correct?” Carmine asked, looking at the artist. Théo in question looked at her with a raised brow, clearly not expecting that question as he placed the box on the table and began to open it.

“Of course I do, who doesn’t. Although Chat Noir could stand to do some growing up.” Théo stated, causing Adrien to blister slightly “I was talking to the guy, saying how I was disappointed in the fact that Ladybug hadn’t shown up to the unveiling of my statue, and he began insisting that they were a ‘thing’ and were like ‘this’” Théo said, demonstrating his fingers being crossed, but than rolled his eyes “I wanted to express my gratitude towards our city’s hero, not confess. However I got so mad at the insulation that it caused me to be Akumatized.” The man shuttered at the memory, and didn’t notice the extremely guilty look on Adrien’s face, or the look of extreme disapproval on Carmine’s as she looked at her student.

“Well, I’m glade that Ladybug and Chat were able to deal with the situation properly.” Carmine stated simply, giving Adrien a pointed look that expressed ‘We are talking about this later.’ As she looked at the box in front of her “This it?”

Théo grinned widely “Yep, have to say Carmine, some of this stuff wasn’t easy to find. Doing something special with it?”

Carmine gave a slight shrug, opening the box to look inside “Something like that. You mind if I check to make sure it is all there?”

“Be my guest.” Theo said, leaning back against one of the poles holding up the tent.

Carmine smiled and pulled out one item at a time, before placing it in one of her cloth bags “Japanese maple leaves from Japan, grave yard dirt, vines and ivy...” she murmured Softly, brining out a small glass bottle to examine the insides “Pinkie bone of a long dead priest...”

“I’m sorry, a WHAT?!” Adrien asked, his voice somewhat shrill as he looked at the glass bottle she was holding. He did notice inside what looked to be a bleached white bone.

“Oh don’t worry.” Théo told him, grinning “No one mourned this idiot. He burned down half of Paris supposedly.”

“As well as killed a previous fox chosen and her unborn child.” Carmine spoke in Mandarin to Adrien quietly as she examined the bone closely “The Ox Goddess dealt with him however...”

Theo looked between the two, eyebrow raised “So... everything up to your standards Carmine?”

Carmine looked up at Theo, placing the pinkie bone into her cloth bag “Of course, here is your payment.” Carmine said, digging into her purse and brining out a small hemp braided bracelet “Charged and ready, should last you another three months.”

Adrien looked very confused as Theo graciously took the bracelet than quickly put it on, taking off an identical hemp bracelet off his other wrist and handing it over “Just tell me what other goods you’ll need and I’ll start looking for them.”

“What does the bracelet do?” Adrien asked, curiousity finally getting the better of him. Carmine looked at Theo wit a raised brow and he looked back at her with one of his own, a silent conversation happening between them before Theo finally shrugged “He was bound to find out eventually, if he is sticking around as your student.”

Carmine gave a slight nod, before looking at Adrien “May I borrow your sunglasses Adrien?” She asked him, looking at the blonde model. Adrien, still very confused, slowly handed her his aviator sunglasses, which she took. She than examined them, murmuring softly under her breath, Adrien only being able to hear because of his experience as Chat Noir. “Of soft moon glow, and suns ever light, bless this item I hold with mystic sight.” Her eyes flashed ember in colour as she breathed onto them, the glasses flashing a similar ember colour before she wiped them with her shirt.

Gladiolus, seeming to sense his mage using magic, poked his head out of the purse looking around at their surroundings as if to make sure no one was watching.

She than handed them back to Adrien, smiling “Try them on and not cause a scene.” She warned him.

Adrien looked at her with a raised brow, placing them on and looking around however stopped when he looked at Theo in front of him, who had his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, but Theo looked anything but human.

His skin had turned a deep purple colour, his hair a darker shade of purple and his eyes were a deep scarlet red. A pair of ram horns on his head, and a long devil like tail that swished back and forth.

“What... How... who..”

“Teifling. Glamour, still Theo, at least that’s what they call me now.” The devil creature explained, Theo’s voice escaping its lips. “Carmine makes me a really strong glamour spell in exchange for collecting hard to find items for her, which is easy considering all of my connections.”

“And I appreciate everything you do for me Theo.” Carmine said to him smiling “And I would love to stay and chat but there is more I have to do today before I get ready for a ritual later.” She explained to him, however Theo just gave a wave of his hand, still smirking “Ah, don’t worry about it Carmine, I’ll catch up with you later!”

Carmine had to lead Adrien away from Theo’s stall, he was still in a daze “So... that was a thing.” He said as they walked towards the limo. Carmine smirked widely, looking down at her student.

“Oh Adrien, trust me...” she smirked at him as they walked, Carmine’s arm around his shoulders in a parental way almost, Gladiolus looking at Adrien with almost a smirking expression as well “This is only the beginning.”

[thatweirdmod]

Going to the Other Side (Sainwell and Iglair)

Airey jolted from sleep. After years of being shaken from peace by its blaring resonation, the seed of anxiety that the sound of alarm had sown within had grown into a tangle. She scrambled from bed and over to the white dresser to shut it off. Her room was still very dim. 5:30 AM marked the start of another productive day.

She washed her face, brushed her teeth, combed her sleep-tossled black hair straight again, dressed in a long-sleeved white shirt and mid-length black skirt, and applied a modest touch of make-up to her bright-eyed face. She didn't do that little smile in the mirror that nice kids do in the movies, but she was more ready to greet the day than most of them were anyway.

She loaded three slices of wheat bread into the toaster- one for herself and two for her dad, who was now stirring around in the bathroom. While tea steeped, she scrambled some hen periods with a spatula. Poor birds. Everyday, or almost everyday, they have to push out something bigger than their heads through a hole that's half the size of a human anus. Most would pass on having to squeeze out a dry, calcium crusted crap everyday. That's what they do to propagate their species though, but it happens whether the eggs turn into fluffy, cute baby birds, or end up fluffy, sizzling in the fat from some mammal's tits.

"Thanks, Airey," her dad said as they sat down for breakfast. He was a hard-working foreman with an increasing number of light-grey streaks in his neatly brushed, black head of hair. He had a soft aura and a kind-hearted, patient smile, but the firmness  and understanding needed to instill, and equally important, inspire healthy successfulness and discipline.

She took after him more,  Airey's mother used to say before. Their days were always busy, but they made time to have breakfast together. It was the only time they had most days. They'd talk about how things were going, and whether her reply called for guidance or praise, he always had a reason to be proud of his daughter.

Her father was off first. "Bye sweetheart. I love you."

"Bye. Love you too, Dad."

And they meant it more than anything else in the world.

Black backpack on now, Airey stepped out under the swirling grey sky. Cooking breakfast wasn't the only reason she had for getting up early. She headed off down the concrete sidewalk, taking the long, scenic route to school. After doritos, this was her second favorite guilty pleasure. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him again. Iglair. He was a dream of lightly spiked black hair, lean muscles, and the deepest, bluest eyes that had stopped her dead in her tracks the three times that they had found her. He was perfectly cool, with no insecurity in his gait. Iglair was amazing, a living wonder of the world, that yet passed so easily, like a small, swift breeze- always too swiftly for her to fill her eyes enough.

Airey found a silver lining in this though, as she always did with things. Perhaps it was better than he moved along without catching her gawking. If she ended up seeming like a creep to him, she'd be heartbroken like the MC of Yandere Simulator. The cold wind blew some strands of her long black hair in front of her eyes, and she wished that she'd put on some hair clips. Even the couple of seconds that pushing the hair from her face interrupted her gaze was too much time to lose. And then she felt a pang of forlornness at her desperation.

A brown haired girl in a pink sweater and jeans started down the same path from one of the houses. Unlike Airey, it was actually practical for Cassie to take this route. But like Airey, she was always taking it at the right time. The girls smiled giddily and exchanged excited glances. Briefly, Airey had wondered how this could end, the two of them being friends but liking the same boy. But, it was never going to happen anyway. A sad, lonely part of her knew this, but she couldn't stop herself from following him.

Up ahead, a guy with messy, light brown hair was dragging his beat up tennis shoes down the pavement. Hands buried in his grey hoodie, worn bag slung over his slouched shoulder, a frown was no doubt on his face, which was always a portrait of depression.

He and Iglair never talked on the way to school, but Airey would see them together after school, hanging out around the pawn shop or walking together. She wasn't sure why Iglair spent so much of his time, or any at all, with this shabby Samwell boy, especially when he wasn't connected to his regular group of friends at all.

At school, she ignored the dirty looks from kids who called her a teacher's pet. So what she reminded Mr. Corncap to collect the homework when he forgot? It wasn't her fault that she did her work and they didn't do theirs. This school was full of lazy people, the ones who were outright about simply not wanting to study, and the ones who made excuses, pretending that the reason they couldn't match her performance was because they were dull, and she was just given the gift of sharpness. As if she didn't devote the hours to study that they did to leisure.

Airey spent her day as usual, answering every question correctly when called upon, getting extra marks, and keeping records for the student council as its secretary. She'd had lunch with Cassie and some others, but they were Cassie's circle of friends, not necessarily her own. They just sometimes spoke of things that were.. a bit too crude for Airey's taste. On the way out of school, however, something incredible happened. Iglair approached her.

"Hey, do you have a minute?"

Airey almost couldn't believe her ears. "Yes!" she said, perhaps too quickly. But for him she had a million minutes.

"I hear you're pretty good with math, and that you've tutored some of the other kids," he said.

"Yea.. yes. I've done.. I do that sometimes," she stuttered nervously.

Good lord she was stupid, she thought looking down with a silly simper that she couldn't help. Iglair still had the grace to smile his heartmeltingly charming smile at her, and ask,

"Would you mind helping me with calculus? I've been having a little trouble."

She stared for a moment. He appeared to be slightly abashed at this, and it was absolutely adorable.

"Sure," she agreed, smiling brightly.

"What time is alright for you?" Iglair asked.

She would liked to have thrust everything to the back burner to chase this opportunity that might as well have been her own modern fairytale. However, she had already promised to babysit the neighbors' son for this evening and the next, and Airey was never one to shirk her responsibilities.

"Is Friday at 7:00 fine?" she asked, and then she felt stupid again.

Kids at this school usually had bigger plans than studying on a Friday night, especially someone cool like Iglair. But once again, he was too gracious in the face of her social bumbling, and instead of faltering, his smile grew pleasantly.

"Sounds good. Do you want to meet at my house?"

Heat rushed her body from head to toe. And then she was humiliated. Even the cold could not excuse such a flush, she realized.

"Um.. y-yes, sure. That's fine."

It was beyond fine. In Iglair's house, maybe even his bedroom, she thought woozily. It might smell like him. Would they be alone?

"Alright, see you later then. And thanks!" Iglair said.

"You're welcome," she said, waving shyly as he left.

"Over the moon" might have been a good way to describe Airey as she near skipped down the sidewalk of her neighborhood. But she was not so far above this world that she wouldn't notice one of its creatures moving gradually and dangerously across the ground to her left. She halted, looked both ways, entered the road, and gathered up the turtle.

"You were heading here, right?" Airey asked it chirpily as she carried it to the other side of the road.

Of course, there was no response. What kind of sounds did turtles make anyway, she wondered. As she was setting the animal down, a car sped past behind her, going well above the 30 mph speed limit. "Whew, it's a good thing I saw you just now," a bittersweet victory, when she realized how many of the world's crossing turtles that she wasn't there to help.

The turtle, whom she thought looked like a William, slowly kept on its path, wherever that might be leading. For some reason, Airey always assumed that turtles had a set, known destination to be, maybe because moving at such a painstaking pace might not afford much time for do-overs and mistakes. They had long lives to make up for their slowness, but slowness to balance their long lives. Maybe in a way, turtles lived about as long as other animals.

She turned and saw Cassie heading up the sidewalk. They had walked together, fluttering through various topics as easily as the birds chirping above. Airey remembered their laughter at something that was said, but she didn't know what.

Because now with death sinking its fingers into her soul from where it seeped through her rent body, that was all a distant, and foolishly carefree seeming yesterday. Airey thought she had learned diligently of concerns, that she was molding well into someone reliable and knowledgeable, prepared for the challenges and harshness out in the open grey lands. She thought that she was a person to find color in the world, and to bring the vibrancy of good into the drab and grey.

But somehow things had turned so awry, and how could she have solved this, been ready for it? She could scarcely grasp how this place that she'd been thrust into, this place of unfathomable suffering, could belong to the same reality of the world before. Airey recognized the ones tearing the bloody meat that was once the complete person of herself mechanically only.

Somehow one of them was Iglair, inflicting abuse upon her with the part of himself that she had once, in the cloudy flower days, blushed to think about. The shreds of her ignorant, faraway dream repelled her when they flitted back into her memory. His attention was a nightmare.

But she was not delusional enough to think that she would wake up from this- could not be, with the pain. The body that she'd washed, fed, clothed, and once thought that she knew for an unalienable fact was her own was violated and mutilated beyond the filthiest and most hellish illusion that her un-bled mind of afore times would have been able to conjure.

She could feel herself being battered heavily, but could not see from where the blows were coming and when anymore. Death had become the lover that she desired. And now she faded into the claim of its arms as it pulled her away from the monsters and the agony and into quiet nothing. She felt herself fall, and then with a painful crack to the side of her head, all ended.

Love is over.

[solemncadaver]

Friendsim Trolls According to my Girlfriend who hasn’t played Friendsim

Ardata (Cobalt): w... who took bites out of her horns? Can and will kill you in your sleep. Plotting evil plans 23/7 (the 24th hour is for drinking coffee with LOTS of milk and sugar)

Diemen (Rust): Always eating food (why is that hot dog bun GREEN-), will never call you by your name, only nicknames like bro, dude, man etc, probably owns a skateboard but can't drive it

Cirava (Gold): Oo funky! Has a horrible backstory and doesn't talk about it EVER, is chill all the time, likes 70s-80s fashion and actually wears it with style! Is as extra as the fact they've got 4 horns

Amisia (Indigo): definitely an artist! The "weird kid", has not slept in 5 days because she just HAD to finish that one painting, cuts her own hair with scissors not meant for cutting hair yet it looks amazingly good! Probably either super pure and nice or will kill you if you breathe in her direction

Bronya (Jade): The cool big sister, helps you do your makeup and dye your hair, if you hurt one of her friends those boots will land in your face, probably has a tumblr with aesthetic images

Skylla (Bronze): Yeehaw howdy pardner! Isn't only from a ranch, she OWNS one! Can and will punch you for no reason, makes you do her chores if you wanna stay at her place, has never seen a hairbrush in her life

Tagora (Teal): Tries his best to be edgy and frightening, sometimes almost fails at that, could be in one of those "barber: say no more fam" memes, thinks he's an evil overlord but is actually just a delinquent, probably doesn't get a redemption arc and only like 2 people are mad about that

Vikare (Bronze): Wants to be a pilot/is a pilot but DON'T TRUST THEM WITH AN AIRPLANE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, pretends wearing that pilot hat is a fashion choice when in reality they can't take it off again with those horns, nobody has ever seen them sleep and people are concerned

Polypa (Olive): The most feral being (or she fell down the stairs and is mad about it), problems balancing with only one eye able to see, could claw out your heart and not bat an eye, the hole in her horn is from when someone tried to take her out, nobody has ever seen that person afterwards

Zebruh (Indigo): Looks like an ASSHOLE. What are his horns doing they're not pointed that's not how horns should work, very smug! Has a shitty job and is pretentious about it to people w/o a job, looks like the cryptic bartender in a stereotypical drama thriller that the detective has to interview to know who killed the rich guy's wife

Elwurd (Cobalt): Look at those extra af horns! Def owns a motorcycle, flirty but has never received actual affection, has a mental breakdown every 2 days but pretends EVERYTHING'S FINE, makes 5 puns a minute

Folykl & Kuprum (Gold): What a goal: Carry your bud around in your giant ass backpack! I......don't know who is who tbh but! They both have cool spider looking horns! The best evidence for 'opposites attract', the only friends they have are each other, secretly planning to overthrow the government

Remele (Cobalt): The x on her left eye symbolizes that she has found her next victim. It's you. Run. Could probably use her horn as a climbing hook, v passive aggressive, makes her own clothes, works out a lot and is stronger than she looks

Konyyl (Olive): My fight, flight or flirt instincts have been activated. Could snap you in half by looking at you yet can be super soft if she wants to (you gotta be REAL close to her though), likes matcha ice cream and yells at it when it melts, is NOT tidy

Chixie (Bronze): Shy babey. Will probably be interrupted 3 times when trying to speak because she's just so quiet, has been left on her own and now has no idea how to survive yet is too shy to ask for the way. Someone come help her please.

Tyzias (Teal): Bored college student. Will NOT help you in an emergency so don't even ask. Secretly likes cryptids, is Done (tm), nobody has ever seen her outside of campus, roasts people in the most monotone voice ever

Chahut (Purple): F-... fear ':)? Eh, that's probably just paint! Right? Right???... Is probably being forced to do horrible things, can't remember their childhood, looks scary but only unintentionally, I'd still smooch tbh

Azdaja (Gold): Reminds me of that ching prince from FMA:B tbh, has a weird aesthetic going on, has the upper hand everywhere without trying, probably has 3 fake names, is always cool but can slip up and make goofy remarks

Zebede (Gold): Smol round boi! Probably played soccer in 5th grade, now makes v interesting and functional machines from Lego, probably owned a pet hamster at some point, has no sense of danger

Tegiri (Teal): Is that a KATANA-.... Still not out of his weeb phase, is VERY devoted to his aesthetic, talks either in one word sentences or dramatic quotes from a show nobody has seen, shop owner who sells you weapons

Mallek (Cobalt): Oh look it your hubby! He looks like a trickster tbh yet all the fanart looks sweet and pure!? (Also how do you pierce horns-) how many piercings has he though? Is there fanart- 👀... anyways he kinda looks like the popular kid and the emo kid combined, but like in a good way!?! Probably has a secret key for the whole town that he shouldn't have, can store everything in that hoodie pocket (it's like Hermione's bag :3!)

Lynera (Jade): Looks like the weird art/music teacher, v nice though! Has a lot of weird hobbies that her friends politely decline to join, likes to bake for everyone, likes children or absolutely loathes them

Galekh (Indigo): Is this Roman from Sanders Sides? Jdhdkd he looks like the strict angry teacher, will absolutely refuse giving help and does not allow any flaws (both in you and in himself) can spot someone doing illegal things from a mile away, is not afraid to call people out

Tirona (Teal): Look at that spider hair! Looks good 👉👉, is probs v shy and awkward but tries to talk to everyone anyways, has some exotic pets that she doesn't tell anyone about bc someone once said it's weird, just wants to be accepted, clumsy af

Boldir (Olive): Hiding ..... something ...., private but not stealthy investigator, is distracted way too easily, is the detective I mentioned back at Zebruh's, v loyal, will absolutely get you arrested if you're *in the way*

Stelsa (Teal): Looks like a cool but bitchy mom, probably gets a manicure every week, she looks just like my mom which is scary wth, will not hesitate to roast Karen at the school bake sale, those lemon bars are horrible KAREN, why didn't you let your third husband help K A R E N

Karako (Purple): What- ?

I-.... I'm confused! But okay!

Never makes sense, nobody has ever seen them eat or sleep, appears in your room at 2 am when you have sleep paralysis

Marsti (Rust): Probably is like the classic mechanic, can weld 👌👏👉👉👍, is done with everyone's bullshit but will still try to help (occasionally), drinks too many energy drinks and not enough water, everyone asks her for favors and she is having none of it

Charun (Olive): Peaceful gardener, don't stand in their sun and they won't bother whatever you do, just wants a little farm house near a small town with his pet cat, don't walk on their vegetables or they'll chase you with a rake

Wanshi (Jade): Just a nice person. A total sweetheart. Just wants to have fun, very optimistic, the most functional person you'll ever meet, drinks a lot of green tea and hot chocolate

Fozzer (Rust): Nice person but not very bright, doesn't know how electronics work, has a flip phone from like 2006 and that's enough for him, has a lot of houseplants but can't really keep them alive

Marvus (Purple): 👀👀👀 You know how I think about him (😭🍀😏😎🍀💖🌾❤ 11/10 best ti🅱🅱y window would allow him to stab me)

Daraya (Jade): Smol but will fight you. Is super done and will not help you, but also won't stop you. Probably has 2-4 knifes somewhere on her body at all time.

Nihkee (Indigo): Looks like a pirate captain + professional wrestler in one, like! Probably drinks their coffee black just so people respect them more, will show off every trophy they have (a lot) if someone decides to listen to them

Lanque (Jade): 👀👀👀👍 the most dramatic and salty being alive, v stylish, takes 2 hours a day just to get ready, probably has 16 meetings a day, could work as a model, will cut anyone and everyone that says he should change something about him

Soleil (Purple): Ah yes, the obligatory twins. Probably cursed by a spiteful witch at birth, have never been seen seperate, occasionally like to scare people by pretending to be the twins from shining

I’m crying

[acrobaticcatfeline]

Logan Alastair and the Slytherin Curse Chapter 2 (the Hogwarts AU)!!!

Word Count: 3943

TW: Blood, bruises I think that’s it, LMK if I missed any!!!

Notes: Ok so intro part 2!!! We meet Logan’s parents and we meet Virgil. this wont make sense if you don’t read the first chapter. <Linked right there. This has a time skip, for the most part after this, there will be a jump skip to the next year and then no more timeline hopping. I’m probably going to go work on my single dads AU next since that is blowing up. I hope you all enjoy it!!!

Pairings: Again, nothing yet, but there is definitely hints at mutual pining with logince. Again eventual logince and moxiety.

Summary: After the first year Logan is thrown for a loop, he was looking forward to going home but now that hes met Patton and Roman he doesn’t want to leave. His parents are great though and they fall back into routine. When he comes back to Hogwarts he finds a surprise in the Hufflepuff common room. maybe he’ll come out of this with another friend!

The year ends, and Roman hangs out with the others more often. He still acts oddly when around Logan, but he’s less uncomfortable looking. By the time the school year ends Logan is… sad to go home. He’s made great friends and he won’t be able to talk to them all summer because wizards don’t have phones. So, he settled for… really lame letters. He couldn’t even use magic at home, as underage wizards are required not to. He already did very little during summer but this year even going to the library wasn’t fun, he had a much bigger library back at Hogwarts and he had no interest in reading about things he would never have to worry about. He got a few letters in the first week from both Roman and Patton, and they made him laugh and maybe cry a few times. Roman would start debates with him and Logan always fell for them, having a heated argument with the parchment in his hands, causing his parents to give him concerned looks sometimes. Speaking of his parents…

“Logan dear? Would you please help me make supper? I was thinking Shepard’s pie? I know you used to love making that with me.”

The slightly sad trill of his mother’s voice gave Logan pause. He never thought about the consequences of going off to essentially magical boarding school and then coming home and just holing up in his room. He has a whole two months to spend with his parents and he was wasting it by mopping around his room. He set down his wand on his desk, smiling softly as he felt the beech wood rub against his fingertips.

“of course, mom, I’ll be right out, give me a second!”

He was still wearing his pajamas, even though it was nearing 7 pm. He made his way to his closet and changed into the outfit he usually wore, a pair of black jeans and a black button up shirt. He also usually wore a tie, but as he was about to go cook, he felt it was unneeded. He left his room, running down the stairs and making a sharp turn into the kitchen. His mom was already working away at the potatoes and he saw the pan sitting on the stove filled with veggies. He quickly took to the fridge and pulled out the lamb meat that was perched on the shelf and walked over to the stove. He looked at his mother with a small smile.

“mum is it ready to add the lamb yet? Or should I wait a bit?”

She looked over at him from where she was standing, still peeling potatoes. Her face brightened significantly, and she nodded

“oh yes dear, its ready to add the meat! Um, you know how to make it right? I’ll let you get to it. Thank you for your help star. I really appreciate it.”

“s no problem ma, m happy to help any way I can.”

He dropped the meat in and the seasoning, stirring a bit before he got a… surprise. His dog, a rather young thing, had decided to jump up on him.

“Kira! Kira I'm cooking, I can’t play right now baby girl! Off girl!”

The English springer spaniel hopped back down with a small whine. She nudged her head against Logan’s leg before running back over to her bed and laying down. Logan smiled at the pup, he had missed the puppy he had helped train. She had grown a lot in the time he was at Hogwarts and he felt bad for leaving. He went back to his cooking, finishing the cooking of the meat. He looked over to his mom to see her struggling to mash the potatoes. He swiftly switched their foods, so she was pouring the meat veggie concoction into the pan and he was just about finished when he heard the front door open. He finished quickly and ran out to the sitting room, seeing his máthair setting her bag down. He ran to her, tackling her with a big hug. He heard he grunt a bit, probably because she was just tackled by a 12-year-old boy, but he also felt a hand run through his hair, so you know it’s good.

“maw!!! You’re home!!! Mom said you weren’t gonna be home for another week!!!”

“aw Hun you think I wouldn’t do my very best to be back sooner? I can’t leave your mum for that long anyways, and I'm told I'm supposed to miss my wee baby boy for 2 weeks of his vacation? No siree lo, you know me I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I had to leave Amelia to watch you all on her lonesome for 2 whole weeks!!!”

“Cas you know I could’ve handled him on my own. He’s not that much of a nuisance!”

“hey!!!”

They stand in the sitting room a short while longer, Logan drinking in the moment of being together with his parents again. Both the last breaks he had either just been with Cas while Amy was out on a trip for her job, or with his grandparents while his moms were both busy on job trips. He had grown up with this schedule.

For most of his childhood he would go a month without seeing one or both of his parents, on the occasions that both were out he would stay with his granny and gramps on Amy’s side. He was fine with that schedule, but now that he only saw his parents three times a year, he had really missed the times when they were all together. When he was little they would play card games all day and then all three of them would goof off while making supper, and they would walk to the ice cream shop down the street on weekends and they would all get a scoop or two and they’d stop by the park on the way back, Logan used to love going to watch the fish pond. Then they’d walk home, and they would cuddle together on the couch and watched movies and when he woke up in the morning, his moms would have left for work and had left a plate of breakfast in the fridge for him. When he was really little his Grammy would have picked him up and taken him to her house, but when he started school, they got him a phone and while he ate breakfast before going to school, he would read the nice texts his moms sent him. He would walk to school and he would get picked up by Amy, who worked a much shorter day than Cas.

He slightly missed those days, but he was also excited to have the opportunity he has with Hogwarts. But hey, right now he was having dinner with his moms and finally was able to talk to them together.

“so, kiddo, how is it at Hogwarts huh? Blasting trolls and dragons? Setting things on fire? I hope not, we can’t afford to replace magical castle supplies…”

“mom!!! First off, dragons are very nice creatures, my teacher let me pet one it was just like petting a snake, but they’re warmer. No, I haven’t set anything on fire! Worst that happened was a slight poof in potions. Its fun!!! There is so much information to learn!!! I have an owl! I have friends!!! Plural!!!”

The two women smile widely at him and geez, Logan feels warm and fuzzy. He really missed this. He missed this a lot.

“I'm so glad sweetheart!!! I know you’ve been having trouble making friends back here, so I'm glad you’ve already made some! Tell us about them dear.”

And there's the exact set of words to send him into a tangent.

“oh gosh, mom I have this friend Patton? And he is so nice it’s weird, he’s also really oddly observant, he knows so much he’s so cool! He’s a different house, but he’s just super nice, when I first met him, I had ran away from the sorting ceremony and missed dinner, and his house is near the kitchens, so I turned invisible to go get food, but he saw me anyways? Said I was glittery, but he accidentally sent me into a panic attack, but he helped me out, got me food and had me sit down and we talked and from then on, we were friends. My other friend Roman? He was getting attacked by my housemates, so I neutralized them and took him to Patton who’s like super good at healing magic? We had a short conversation after he woke up before he had to leave but he was really cute and like his face was red and I don’t know why? Probably from blood loss, I don’t know but he’s really cute, like we have debates a lot and he looks adorable when he’s really passionate about something? Sometimes we’ll debate for hours until Patton gets frustrated and then he’s like really just awesome? And brave? And wow what did I just say ha-ha sorry I ranted!!!”

Logan was… not ready for the smug look his parents gave him. Their eye brows rose, and they smiled oddly at him and it reminded him of the look Patton gave him when he first met Roman. What did he say to get that look again?

“Logan, do you have a crush on this Roman boy?”

Oh. Oh no. Logan felt his cheeks flare up in warmth and he covered his face and shook his head quickly.

“NO! no I don’t have a… a crush! On Roman? No ew bleh why would I like him like that he’s obnoxious and a total nerd I don’t feel that way at all you couldn’t be more off!!!”

His moms chuckled at him and Kira ran up and licked his face, pulling him out of his ball, a giggling mess.

“ok ok, we’ll leave you alone about it… but if anything does come up please tell us we want to be involved in your life still!”

“of course, máthair, I love you guys after all.”

They finished up eating dinner and Logan smiled when Amy brought up a walk to the ice cream shop. After a brief discussion they were on their way there. He had pocketed his wand, he knew there were situations in which unapproved magic was less frowned upon. Plus, now that he had an extra form of protection, he felt it important that he use it. When they get there the shop keep greets him happily and asks him about how boarding school is treating him. He makes small talk while putting together their ice cream. The keep adds in waffle cone crumble as a free topping for his butterscotch ice cream, and after a long drawn out thank you and goodbye, they head back home. They’re almost to the park when Logan asks to see the fish pond again. Logan passes Amy his ice cream as he walked close to the water. He looks around and checks to see if any muggles were paying attention before pulling out his wand and making a water bubble float with a koi fish inside. He quickly snaps a picture before setting it back down and going back to his parents. He could become a world-famous photo editor that never edits anything just with the power of magic.

And just like old times they curl up on the couch and cuddle while marathoning movies until they fall asleep. Only this time when he wakes up, they’re still there, curled around him protectively, and Logan finally thinks that maybe, just maybe, things are going to be ok. In an hour his moms wake up, and all three of them make pancakes and they mess around, and Logan loves it.

The summer passes quickly and though he’s excited to see his friends again, he knows he’s going to miss his parents terribly. The two take him to his stop at the train station, and they have their bags as well, both of them going on work trips the same day. He gives them both big hugs, and his kisses their cheeks and waves goodbye as all three of them split ways. The last thing he sees are his parents smiles before he’s in the wizarding world yet again.

 Logan acclimates back into the school schedule rather easily, and he’s at the point that the Hufflepuff students think he’s a Hufflepuff as well. He spends his nights in the Hufflepuff commons, and soon after that Roman does the same, both feeling considerably safer there than in their own house. They stay in this rhythm for weeks uninterrupted. All up until something happens.

“Lo you’re simply preposterous, its so obvious that house points are beneficial, if nothing else they keep rowdy students in line!”

“listen all I'm saying is that teachers are biased, and if you’ve ever read the recent history of Hogwarts, you would know of my easy exhibit A, being professor Severus Snape. They cause tension between students and professors and add to the already strained relationship between students of different houses.”

“like you can talk! Your two best friends are from two other houses you book worm!”

“I don’t need to be an example to see that I'm right. The way I met you in the first place is proof enough.”

Roman scoffs and Logan sees his cheeks reddening, obviously from embarrassment and defeat!!! Not… never mind it doesn’t matter… plus they’ve made it to the Hufflepuff commons, Patton's waiting for them.

When they get in, they aren’t prepared to see Patton stressed out of his mind, flying around the room from wall to wall grabbing things then going back to the couch where there lies a tiny Ravenclaw who’s barely conscious. The boy has blood dripping from his head in quite a few places and Logan has to turn away for a second. It takes a moment for Patton to take notice to their presence and he immediately hands them a wet wash cloth and a bowl full of some potion.

“glad you could join the party! Ro go clean his wounds and keep a decent pressure on them. Lo, take that and help him drink that, it’s a pain killer and he’s half delirious from the pain. And stay out of my way I'm working on a wound cleaning potion. I found him in a literal puddle of mud I'm livid but go go shoo do as I say”

The two rush to help the poor kid who has the decency to be confused at the new faces. The boy wriggles and refuses to let Logan give him the potion, frustrating Logan enough to immobulus him for a moment, pouring the potion down his throat, then releasing him and letting him swallow.

Patton pops up behind them and pushes them aside, helping the boy sit up and drink the two different potions he had made.

“don’t worry vee, he just gave you a pain killing potion ok? This is a wound cleaning one, and the other one is blood replenisher ok? I need you to drink these, it’ll make you feel better I promise.”

After he finished helping the boy drink the potions, he finished the last of the cleaning he needed to do and then wrapped his head in bandages. Soon after all that was over, the boy passed out. Patton poured a small bit of water into his mouth, smiling as he sees the boy swallow it.

“sorry about this you guys I just, I couldn’t leave him like he was you know? Blood loss, delirious, half asleep in a puddle of mud. Its one of the times I wish my parents would have taught me how to use a pensieve, then I’d be able to know who hurt him… oh uh, by the way this is Virgil, Virgil uh, Ravenclaw. Don’t tell anyone though, he’s very secretive about that. The name didn’t evolve at all, I guess the Ravenclaw’s had a lot of pride and the luck to continue bearing sons? He’s a direct descendant, really neat and all that considering he’s not a Slytherin which would uh. Not, not be good. Slytherin line is scary and we’re lucky that Isolt broke the chain. Uh but regardless thank you for your help, he’s a sweetheart but he’s always worried me. he’s always getting hurt, but I thought he had just been clumsy, turns out I've been… worse than wrong. It makes a lot of last year make more sense. But you know that’s not important, I just need him to sleep, he doesn’t get enough of it. I know we were gonna go exploring the grounds today but um, change of plans? I'm sorry I just can’t leave him here I’ll never hear the end of it. Maybe we can chill here? At least until he wakes up, obviously I just, ugh just… feelings you know? A lot of em, and its slightly painful and I'm really worried and I want to know what happened, so I know who to- um anyways do you two want tea?”

Roman and Logan exchange glances before looking at Patton again. Roman was the one to speak up.

“you know Patton, maybe you should go clean up? We can start a pot of tea while you go… shower and change. We’ll even clean up out here a bit k? just, go destress for a bit Hun, you’re tense as the headmaster.”

Patton blinked at them for a second, then looked at his arms to see himself covered in mud and blood. He chuckles dryly and looks at the two sheepishly.

“oh, geez sorry guys, I’ll uh, I’ll be quick, promise. Uh, you two know where the tea stuff is? And the wash clothes and everything?” the two nod with small knowing smiles. “ok then… yeah I should, I should go clean up, I’ll be back soon ok? Don’t start any fights you two!”

As soon as Patton disappeared down the corridor the other two got to work. Roman was quick to raid the cabinet with both the tea and washcloths, and Logan grabbed the tea kettle. Roman tosses the tea to Logan and beats him to the sink, dampening the rag and twisting away just as Logan made it over.

“you’re incorrigible Roman”

“yeah elephant to you too Logan”

“oh my god-”

“I'm glad you’ve accepted my godliness!”

“incorrigible!!!”

“elephant!!!”

The two only bicker a small bit more. They start tea and clean up the mess Patton had made while tending to Virgil, about 15 minutes later Patton pops out and Logan and Roman are pouring cups of tea and grabbing biscuits. They don’t notice him yet, so he hides behind a corner and listens.

“Roman what is taking you so long to get the frickin biscuits? Its right there!”

“I'm being dumb! Leave me alone!”

“Roman do you require assistance?”

“NO!!! not that kind of dumb nerd! The feelingsy dumb! Just let me do my thing it’s a surprise!”

“your surprises include frogs in soup Roman, why should I trust you’re not gonna prank me again?”

“because I would never prank pat or in front of him because he’d be disappointed in me.”

“Roman what are you making?!”

“SOMETHING!!!”

The laughing Patton heard was nice, the two very rarely laughed together. Of course, he might be wrong, the two shared quite a few classes and maybe they laughed more there, he didn’t know. The two were far more reserved around each other from his experience though. The two danced around each other constantly, and maybe they had deeper feelings than they were addressing, but its not really his place is it? He only gave small nudges in the right directions. He was content eavesdropping on the two being cute, but then he heard a stirring of someone that wasn’t one of the two. He darted around the corner quickly enough to see Virgil sitting up and rubbing his head. He sits on the ground in front of him with a small smile and waits for Virgil to get a sense of his surroundings.

“huh? Pat-Patton? Where am I? What happened? Is that tea? Where am I?”

“you’re in the Hufflepuff common room. I don’t know what happened, I just found you collapsed in a mud puddle and bleeding a lot so I brought you here to fix you up. Yes, there's tea, do you want some?”

“oh… ok...? sure…”

Patton smiled and turned to the other two who were frozen next to the tray of tea and biscuits. He laughed seeing their shocked faces. He gestured them over and Roman literally shook himself out of the trance he seemed to be in. He nudged Logan and brought the platter with him. Logan sputtered a bit before catching up and sitting on the ground with Roman and Patton. Patton grabbed a cup and handed it to Virgil who was much less out of it once he got tea inside him. He curled up on the couch and scooted away from the other two, whose robes were still red and green. Patton quickly noticed the behavior and leaned against the couch with a smile.

“I forgot to introduce you! Sorry, I was distracted. This is Logan and Roman! They’re my friends! They have some pretty troubling stories too, but that’s not the point. The point is-Ro did you cut the biscuits into hearts?”

Roman’s face turned red with embarrassment and he nodded. Logan looked at Roman with a red face that Patton was sure to notice. He gave Logan a look and then smiled at Roman.

“they’re so cute Ro!!! Thank you!!! Aren’t they cute vee?”

Virgil looked up from his tea to look at the biscuits and Roman. He smirked slightly and nodded.

“yeah, yeah they’re pretty cute. Thanks for the tea by the way… Ro?”

“ROMAN! Uh, um sorry, my names Roman, didn’t mean to be so loud, sorry I uh, I'm a little out of my element…”

Virgil's smirk softened and his eyes opened more. He held his hand out to his side with a relaxed voice.

“no problem dude, me too. I uh, I'm usually a loner but Patton has been showing up much more often.”

“yeah he does that. You literally can’t avoid him. He first met me while I was invisible. He’s insane but you know he and Roman are my only friends, so I’ll take it.”

Virgil gives a glance at Logan and chuckles.

“guess you got one up on me. also, that seems like something inexplicably Patton, so I don’t doubt you.”

Patton looked around at his three best friends and smiled brightly. He sipped his tea before looking at Virgil again.

“you should join our squad!!! Did I use that right lo? It’s what Logan calls our little friend group! Sometimes he says silly things like squad goals and does this weird hand gesture but its really cute! I don’t know what it means but it’s cute!”

Virgil looked at Logan again and Logan turned away, hiding his face in his hair, but the red tinting that painted his cheeks and neck was obvious. He laughed softly.

“is that a muggle thing? Its cute. Sure, I’ll join you guys, you seem chill. Maybe I’ll be able to stay out of fights more often.”

The three looked at him with a happy smile. They knew this year would still be difficult, but they had each other and that was more than enough.

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