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yoonstanha · 7 years

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At Least

Pairing: Socky

Description: Sanha had been fairly confident about his new life in a new school. He would make new friends, avoid any science related subject entirely for safe measure, and he definitely wouldn't fall in love with the school's most popular boy.

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Note: sorry yall im too lazy to properly read through and edit its like 1:30am let me live thanks

Sanha had been fairly confident about his new life in a new school. He was confident that he was not going to get suspended for accidentally stabbing a pair of scissors through someone's hand (Sanha learnt the hard way to never hold scissors by the handle when walking around), and he definitely wasn't going to get expelled for setting a total of three science labs on fire (accidentally, of course). He would make new friends, avoid any science related subject entirely for safe measure, and he definitely wouldn't fall in love with the school's most popular boy. Not that he had ever experienced that, but if it ended well in a movie then it certainly wouldn't end well in real life, and that was fact. If his entire school year went just as his first ten minutes, Sanha was certain that the year would be perfect. He had already successfully talked to five people, a new personal record, and had even told them a joke good enough to make them laugh. On the eleventh minute, however, Sanha's year went downhill. Sitting just behind the person he had been talking to was the most perfect boy ever, or at least he thought so. He didn't even need to know anything about this boy, but his guts told him that anyone with a face as gorgeous as what he was staring at had to be a good person. Gorgeous Boy was staring back, and Sanha had to avert his gaze in order to avoid any awkward eye contact, although it was possibly too late for that. Leaning into the nearest person, he gestured towards Gorgeous Boy and asked who he was.

"You mean Minhyuk? He's one of the richest and most popular kids in the school." Already Sanha's plan wasn't going so well. Eleven minutes in and he had fallen in love with the school richest and most popular student. "He's pretty quiet though. He hardly talks unless he's talking to Dongmin or Bin, or if he's answering a question."

"Dongmin? Bin?" Sanha hoped that they weren't even half as gorgeous as this Minhyuk boy, otherwise, he'd be in big trouble

"They're second years and the other two most rich and popular." They probably were just as gorgeous as Minhyuk, which meant that Sanha really was in big trouble. He promised himself that he’d completely avoid them, for both his own sake and theirs. Except, Sanha found out that he was horrible at keeping promises when he accidentally bumped into Minhyuk at the lockers. (But he did run away squealing a little bit as soon as the incident happened, so he wondered if he really did break his own promise)

It wasn’t until Sanha joined the choir during his second week and met a third year, Myungjun, that he really had a friend group. Previously he had just floated around group to group, but he managed to settle with the third year and his friend (or boyfriend, Sanha couldn’t be sure what their relationship was) Jinwoo. Except, being friends with Jinwoo seemed to bring a few problems in itself. Apparently, he was fairly close with Bin because they were both on the school’s dance team, which not only meant he often visited during lunch, but it also meant Minhyuk was there. Sanha considered dropping Jinwoo as a friend entirely, but he thought that may be a little too harsh and over-the-top. He would just have to learn to deal with it, a skill he learned when his older brothers would poke and prod and annoy him.

Sanha cursed Minhyuk for being a normal teenage boy who knew how to socialise with other teenage boys because that meant he had to engage in small talk with him, even if Sanha’s replies were simple noises and gestures. Sometimes he hoped that Minhyuk would give up and walk away, but would also be disappointed when he really did. Although Sanha may not have realised, Myungjun and Jinwoo had a fairly good understanding of what was going on, and when they asked Sanha if he liked Minhyuk and he answered “definitely not”, they knew for sure he did. Sanha, among many other things, was a horrible liar. So when him and Minhyuk were paired together for an assignment, he tried desperately to change partners, sputtering useless excuses to their teacher (which included things as ridiculous as “he smells like fish and I hate the smell of fish” and “I’m pretty sure he hates me a lot and I don't want to give him an opportunity to kill me”).

So they worked together. Except, Sanha’s version of “together” included no verbal communication, physical contact at all, and definitely no eye contact. Either way, they somehow managed to get an A, which Sanha suspected was because of some kind of bribe considering he was absolutely failing the subject, and Sanha went back to avoiding Minhyuk in the halls even if it meant walking in circles and getting late to class. After a while though, Sanha realised that Minhyuk was no longer seeking him out. Minhyuk no longer seemed interested in talking to him. Minhyuk no longer seemed interested in him. He didn’t want to seem petty, but he didn't realise how much he craved the attention from Minhyuk until he stopped getting it. He missed figuring out new routes around the school halls, he missed the way his heart would flutter, even if it was a nauseating feeling, and most of all he missed Minhyuk. Even when Minhyuk would follow Bin to talk to Jinwoo, Minhyuk would pay Sanha no attention, even if he stared directly at him or told his best joke yet (which Sanha knew he did, considering Myungjun had spit out all of his chocolate milk when he heard it and almost choked, too). He couldn’t even get the smallest smile out of Minhyuk.

When Jinwoo invited Sanha to his dance team’s performance, he of course expected to see Minhyuk there, but what he hadn't expected was for everyone there to know who he was. He was extra confused when they referred to him as “Minhyuk’s future boyfriend”. At first, Sanha thought he was going to have to have a word or two with Jinwoo about secrets, but when Minhyuk walked in flustered and telling everyone to stop teasing him, Sanha very quickly grew confused. Why were they teasing Minhyuk, Sanha was the one in love with him, not the other way around. He sat in confusion for a good few seconds before he realised he was staring directly at Minhyuk, who was walking toward him.

“Sanha, did you come here for Jinwoo?” Sanha snapped out of his trance and quickly tried to look anywhere but Minhyuks face or biceps or any other body part for that matter.

“Jinwoo? Oh right yeah I came for Jinwoo. I mean it's not that I didn’t come for you — or Bin for that matter — but Jinwoo did invite me—“, he was quickly cut off by Minhyuk’s delightful chuckle. Sanha decided right then and there that he must've had the best laugh in the world, that what he just heard was definitely unbeatable.

“Sanha relax. Why are you so on edge?” And why are you suddenly talking to me? Is what Minhyuk also wanted to ask, but decided against it. Sanha stayed silent and fidgeted with a loose stitch on his jacket sleeve. It wasn’t long before Minhyuk simply tapped his shoulder, letting the question slip. “You should get in the crowd, we’re about to start.”

Sanha thanked whatever God was out there for letting him out of that situation so easily because just as Minhyuk uttered those words, Sanha fled the scene as soon as possible. He could deal with Myungjun’s excitement over Jinwoo if it meant that he didn’t have to talk to Minhyuk for a solid half-an-hour. Instead of talking to Minhyuk, Sanha could gaze at his biceps and just his generally well-toned body — a new discovery for Sanha — and he told himself he totally wasn’t being biased by only paying attention to him (after all, it wasn’t Sanha’s fault that Minhyuk looked so good in that sleeveless shirt and those tight jeans). Something he couldn't deal with, however, was the way Minhyuk was silently staring across the cheap restaurant table at him, laughing along with the jokes he made, making his own comments. This was a completely different person from the cool chic Minhyuk that Sanha knew from school. This Minhyuk was cute and had a stupidly cute smile and an even stupidly cuter laugh and almost seemed like he wasn’t a child of a rich and influential family. This was the Minhyuk Sanha liked, and it wasn’t just because he paid for his meal, although that certainly was the cherry on top.

But when the next school day came around the old, boring Minhyuk that ignored Sanha was back. Sanha really hoped he wasn’t going to be forced to talk to Minhyuk first, he could manage that with anyone but Minhyuk. So instead, Sanha settled on seeing him when he was with his dance group, when he was the Minhyuk that Sanha really loved, when he was the Minhyuk that made Sanha feel great as a human being. During his bi-daily visits, he met Dongmin, Bin’s boyfriend (and he was sure this time — he saw them kiss and everything), and he slowly became close to him too. Dinner after practice seemed to be a ritual, as much as Sanha’s mother hated it, and Minhyuk paying for Sanha’s food seemed to become a regular occurrence, too. No matter how many times he refused and insisted that he’d pay, Minhyuk always seemed to be one step ahead.

Minhyuk still didn’t talk to Sanha much at school, but if Sanha had ever mentioned that he forgot his lunch that day, Minhyuk was sure to slip some money into Sanha’s locker before lunch. When Sanha would bring it up at the dance team practice later that day, Minhyuk would just smile and claim that it wasn’t him. Sanha definitely knew it was him. After about a month or so of nightly dinners, numbers began to dwindle, some claiming that they had other plans or that they had to be home for dinner. Either way, it was blatantly clear to both of them that whatever was going on was one-hundred-percent set-up and not a coincidence. Yet, neither complained, except for when Sanha would constantly whine about Minhyuk paying for all of his meals. For a solid week Sanha was so immersed in their friendship that he almost forgot he was completely in love with Minhyuk and every aspect of him. Sanha didn’t want to remember that he was in love with Minhyuk, he swears he saw him flirting with a girl once so he was almost certain he wasn't into guys. Well, either he was flirting or the girl was flirting but either way there was some kind of exchange going on and both parties seemed to be accepting said flirting. Sanha wondered if Minhyuk had ever flirted with him. “Probably not”, he thought, not wanting to get his hopes up at all (despite it being a little bit too late for that).

Sanha should’ve learnt to have higher hopes sometimes. When Minhyuk asked him to the school formal, Sanha had to ask a total of ten times if he had heard right. He definitely did. His date to the school formal was Minhyuk. If he were to be honest with himself, he was genuinely going to skip out on the formal, fancy dinners and suits weren't his thing, but if they were Minhyuk’s thing he’d definitely put up with it for a night. Minhyuk demanded to take Sanha suit shopping, claiming to know all the best places with all of the best employees, and for a second he remembered that Minhyuk was rich, of course he would know this kind of stuff. He’s probably been to formal dinners since he was born, Sanha thought. In the midst of his thought, he had been dragged into one shop in particular, and lined along the walls were blazers, dress shirts, and pants, all of different colours and styles. He let Minhyuk take him around and pick out things that he thought would be best. Minhyuk always knew best, just like how he also knew how to burp the alphabet backwards. It took Sanha no time at all to notice the price tags and almost dropped the various items he was holding on the spot. He’d never touched clothes so expensive in his entire life, but when he brought it up Minhyuk told him to stop fussing saying that it was “my treat, seriously.” Sanha grumbled. Everything was always Minhyuk’s treat.

Every time Sanha would come out of the dressing room in a new combination of clothes, Minhyuk would make sure to properly tuck in his shirt and re-tie his tie and fuss over his collar and even out his hair and almost anything to make sure Sanha looked absolutely perfect. Minhyuk thought he looked especially perfect when Sanha was pouting over the fact that he had just spent a very large amount of money on him. Sanha promised to pay him back one day when he became a famous singer with Myungjun like they planned, but even then he didn't have much hope — not many of Sanha’s plans seemed to work in his favour. Especially the one that included not falling in love with the school’s most popular boy. But that one was all Minhyuk’s fault, it was easier to blame him rather than himself.

It was also easier to blame Minhyuk for whatever had just happened. Sanha thought it was a kiss, but then again he thought a lot of things that weren’t right, so he asked Minhyuk for confirmation. Minhyuk knew everything.

“Was that… a kiss?” When Minhyuk gave him the nod of confirmation, Sanha brought his fingers up to his lips and ran off, a squealing mess.

Although he may have fallen in love with one of the school’s most popular and richest student, at least he didn’t burn down any buildings.

#astro #socky #lol what a lame ending sorry im tired #tiME TO CATCH SOME ZZZZZZ

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chiripepe · 5 years

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I never take pain killers or meds if I can help it but this aleve + muscle relaxer shit they have me on right now bitch.

Climbing in that bed’t! :))))

#time to catch some zzzzzzs

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razorblade180 · 2 years

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They deserve a break

Zhongli:*walks in*

Ningguang:Ah, you’re back. How was the exploration? Find any-

Zhongli:*falls onto bed* Zzzzzz

Ningguang:Heh…*rubs head* I suppose catching up can wait a little longer.

xxxx

[ship]

Kokomi:Zzzzzz

Beidou:Apparently Zhongli carried her to the port. She’s been asleep ever since.

Gorou:*lifts her* I’ll be sure to give my thanks to him when I see him. *walks off*

Kokomi:Zzzz….!? Hmm? Hi Gorou~

Gorou:Hi, did you have fun?

Kokomi:Yeah. Things were…fascinating…I wouldn’t change a…a…Zzzzzz~

Gorou:Hehe, rest well.

xxxxx

Barbara:You should really learn to be more careful.

Venti:*bandaged* It was fine! What’s a little dangerous rock climbing and poison?

Barbara:Very dangerous! You need to thank Zhongli and Kokomi properly later.

Venti:It’s not like I wasn’t pulling my weight. We would’ve been gone for a least another week without me! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again-

Barbara:Gliding is faster, I know. Just be careful not to fall or get shot out of the air. You take unnecessary risks.

Venti:Ehe.

Barbara:*squints* Sigh…may Lord Barbatos watch after your health since you don’t.

Venti:I’d rather have you do it. *lays in lap*

Barbara:*red* Wh…What!? You can’t just…I mean-

Venti:Zzzzzz

Barbara:…..*smiles*

xxxxx

[Amakane Island]

Kazuha:Figured I find you here.

Yoimiya:*under a tree* Hmm? Oh hey!

Kazuha:You seem pretty energized all things considering. I thought even you would be tuckered out.

Yoimiya:You’re not too far off. To be frank my legs got tired of walking and the blisters on my fingers have their own blisters. I might actually be in trouble if I bumped into some Ronin or even treasure hoarders, so I’m taking a break.

Kazuha:Want me to walk you home?

Yoimiya:That’ll definitely help. Still, I never mind this view. I’m in no rush.

Kazuha:*sits* How was The Chasm?

Yoimiya:Huge! Just when you think you’ve reached the bottom, boom! Another passageway. Leading an exploration team was a first for me. It’s rough.

Kazuha:Imagine being on an island surrounded by fog and rift hounds?

Yoimiya:Oof. Yeah I never envied you when you told me about that. We did pretty good work though. I made some dumb mistakes but thankfully I wasn’t alone. So glad I picked who I did. Fighting was easy, but all the climbing and swimming and more climbing, not to mention the poison and low light. *leans on him* I think I hate climbing.

Kazuha:Haha, I would too if that’s all I did for days in your shoes. Any real close calls?

Yoimiya:Nah, we had things handled. Even if we didn’t, knowing Aether was somewhere in there too made things feel less tense. Hopefully he didn’t see us do anything too embarrassing.

Kazuha:I’m glad things worked out. I think you all earned a well deserved break. I bet your feet are killing you.

Yoimiya:Mainly the ankles. Kazuha, could I possibly bug you t-

Kazuha:*lifts her* No problem.

Yoimiya:Hehe my hero. *kisses cheek*

xxxxx

[Favonius HQ]

Amber:Aether! You’re back! It’s been awhile. How have-

Aether:*hugs her*

Amber:Ae…Aether? What’s wrong? Are you okay?

Aether:I will be, later.

Amber:…..*hugs tightly* Take your time. I’ll be here.

#zhongli #ninggaung #kokomi sangonomiya #gi gorou #venti the bard #barbara gunnhildr #genshin impact #gi aether #gi amber #yoimiya naganohara #kazuha kaedehara #venbara #kazumiya

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wingsofkpop · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet - Yang Jeongin (m)

A - Aftercare

Despite being on the more inexperienced side, I think Jeongin is responsible enough to know that aftercare is a must following sex, whether it be making sure you both are properly hydrated or helping you change the bed sheets. Because he’s usually babied by his members, this sweet boy treasures each moment he’s able to take care of you for a change though he won’t say no if you request to be the bigger spoon for a night or two.

B - Body Part

Seeing as our dear maknae has apparently gotten buff somewhere over the years, he likely takes pride in his biceps and arms in general as he damn well should. We’ll go more in depth about it later, but let’s just say Innie likes to use his strength in more ways than one… Moving on, Jeongin will never not be a fan of your neck. Mans has a bit of a marking tendency, but hormones aside, Jeongin’s in love with your scent, which seems to be more pungent around thah area. Plus, the crook of your neck also makes a good hiding place when he’s shy.

C - Cum

The only place this man’s cumming is in a condom. He may not be a baby anymore, but he doesn’t want any other baby Jeongins showing up anytime soon. Changbin is already a handful enough as it is…

D - Dirty Secret

Now it’s a bit out of the element here, but Jeongin sometimes gets tired of being coddled by his members. That being said, he’s had some fantasies about proving his growness—fantasies that may or may not include getting caught eating you out until you’re a literal puddle by Chan or Hyunjin, or maybe fucking you into the wall just in time for Changbin or Seungmin to walk through the door. Not wanting to disrespect you or anything, he prefers to keep these thoughts to himself… just don’t ask questions if he starts to get a little handsy during movie nights with the other boys.

E - Experience

Like most of the younger Stray Kids members, I don’t think he has too much sexual experience. He’s probably made out with a girl or two over the years, maybe felt her up a bit, but that’s as far as his hands-on exploration goes. Even so, he probably has a general idea of how things are supposed to go, generously provided by stories from his members and the wonders of porn.

F - Favorite Position

Due to his lack of sexual practice, Jeongin probably has not found his all-time favorite position just yet. He’s eager to try everything he possibly can, so expect to be blown away literally every time y’all do the do.

G - Goofy

Jeongin doesn’t mind getting a little silly during sex every once and a while, but he also knows that a more sensual, serious mood is needed too. The first few times will definitely be more casual and light-hearted, kept alive by his playful grin and mischevious fingers. But even as you two begin to become more mature, that same youthful atmosphere will remain, making it feel like the first time every time.

H - Hair

He probably just lets it do it’s own thing honestly. As long as it doesn’t get too unruly, he doesn’t mind it all that much.

I - Intimacy

Seeing he’s likely never been in a serious relationship before you, he’s all about the ideal, romantic aspect of love making. And while there won’t necessarily be rose petals and silk sheets every time you guys have sex, he knows how to make you feel loved and wanted with just his touch alone. Eye contact is also a huge must for Jeongin—he needs to see your face in the moment, to watch the pleasure overtake your body as he brings you to a headspace only few have the privilege to witness. It may sound cheesy, but I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he has a secret plan to marry you one day, already knowing you’re his forever person.

J - Jack Off

Innie is young, so it’s no surprise his hormones are a bit on the overwhelming side at times. For him, getting off largely depends on if and when he has a moment to himself, which is quite rare between his busy schedule and lack of privacy in the dorm. That being said, he probably masturbates no more than three times a week. If that.

K - Kink

Alright hoes, I’m gonna start this off by saying Jeongin damn well has some sort of strength kink. We’ve all seen the size of those arms. Now he wouldn’t necessarily manhandle you, but if the moment requires him to pick you up by your thighs, or maybe pin your wrists to the bed cause you’re getting a little too frisky, then a man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. He also has a HUGE thing when you get all dressed up for him, whether it be in a dress/suit or a lingerie set. Some other honorable mentions of his include marking, praise, and the occasional teasing.

L - Location

Please, please, PLEASE let this man take you against the wall, or anywhere that lets him show off his strength. He turns into some type of beast, I swear—Bonus points if y’all have the dorm to yourselves, because then he will literally take you against every single surface…

M - Motivation

The second you compliment him, this man will be literal putty in your hands. He loves, and I mean LOVES, when you praise him for his stage performances or MV scenes. And don’t let him catch you watching his fancams… or else prepared to get dicked into next year~

N - NO

BDSM is completely off the table for Jeongin. While he doesn’t mind trying something new every so often, he’s just not comfortable treading into the kind of intense territory that would require use of a safe word. He’s also just not a fan of power dynamics in general.

O - Oral

Sorry fam, oral is just not it for Jeongin. It’s nothing against you, he just doesn’t prefer blow jobs because of his tendency to finish too early, and he’d much rather practice other methods of foreplay to get you both off.

P - Pace

In the beginning stages of your relationship, Innie used to utilize a rapid, sloppy pace. After obtaining more experience, his stroke game is much, much better and more fluid, though he sometimes tends to revert back to an awkward pace when he’s close to climax. But like everyone, his skill and confidence will grow more over time.

Q - Quickie

The only time he’ll settle for a quickie is if he’s completely and totally desperate for your touch. But even then, he needs to be sure your session will take place in an environment that is both private and isolated from any other people. But once he’s comfortable and secure, he’ll drive you into the nearest wall with no further hesitation whatsoever.

R - Risk

Nope, nope, nopity, nope. While the idea of getting caught makes him feel all the things, Jeongin would rather not risk anyone actually walking in on you two when you’re being less than innocent. Especially his members, because if they do, he knows he’ll never hear the end of it.

S - Stamina

He’s got pretty decent stamina. Jeongin can usually go for some foreplay and maybe two rounds depending on how exhausted he is from his schedule. Then again, on days he is a bit more on the tired side, he wouldn’t mind sitting back and letting you do most the work.

T - Toy

The most curious boy omg. Innie’s experience with toys probably stems from porn and the dark side of Reddit, so he’ll be utterly fascinated if you own any nifty gadgets of your own. And while I don’t think he’d actively shop for sex toys, he doesn’t mind spicing things up in the bedroom with a couple vibrators, restraints, or sensation play objects.

U - Unfair

Don’t let his adorable facade fool you—this boy can be the WORST tease on any given day. He’s the type of lover that will suggestively trail his hands across your breasts and thighs, then act all innocent when you call him out. Jeongin is also an expert in getting you to tell him what he wants to hear. For example, “You want me to make you cum, baby? How exactly do you want me to do that?…”

V - Volume

Honestly, this man is a moaning machine. And you may hear some cute little whimpers and whines in that mix too… At first, he was probably a bit bashful to make any noise in that context, but after some coaxing and needed praise from you, he’ll never try to be silent again.

W - Wild Card

Let me set the scene for you: You and Innie watching some horribly budgeted rom-com you found on Netflix, and literally just making fun of the entire movie. That is, until the two main leads start making out in the back of a car. Oh, this shuts you both right up, especially when clothes start coming off and the car windows begin to steam up. The scene ends eventually, but this awkward, sexually tense silence still remains between you and Jeongin, and when you look to your blushing lover, you find him poorly attempting to cover his raging hard on. Then, he clears his throat and cutely stutters, “S-So… You wanna… you know?…”

X - X-ray

He’s a bit below average: 4.5-5 inches. But he’s got some thickness to his name.

Y - Yearning

As already mentioned, Innie tends to hold back in regards to his sexual needs for fear of coming across as a horn dog. You two probably do the nasty at least once a week, but I guarantee you can raise that number if you sit your boyfriend down and explain the concept of a mutually beneficial relationship huehuehue.

Z - ZZZzzz

If there’s one thing that Jeongin loves most in the world, it’s being in your arms after a long and stressful day. Whether or not you choose to end the night with an orgasm or two, he’ll settle himself atop your body, using your breasts as his own personal pillows, and just let his tension melt away in the comforting warmth of your touch. And though he’d never admit it, sometimes he doesn’t really mind being babied after all…

#i honestly cant believe i actually wrote this...#wtf did this kid grow up?!?#stray kids smut #stray kids x reader smut #stray kids smut imagines #yang jeongin smut #yang jeongin x reader smut #kpop smut

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curiokhan0113 · 3 years

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Catching ZZZZZZS

Please be more than just a dream

As I lay down sound on the pillow

For adventure refresh an redeem

So charge that had to word billow

The rest for me is mine to embark

That will wake up more than fine

Always being such a light in dark

Sing a restful sleep is truly divine

Because sanity is a best to keep

No matter which part of life to go

Always take some time to sleep

No matter what to feel and know

It can be one or more nightmare

That will only effect any nice rest

To hurt that best way to prepare

Just to prevent from bein at best

Do anything to sleep a lot better

From exercise entertainment eat

For sleep is the good trend setter

Plus definitely an excellent treat

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lifeofclonewars · 3 years

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Intro to the Extended Fett Clan (WKatMAM)

I’m doing this so I don’t have to take an unnecessarily long amount of time during Part 4 to explain the whole family to everyone. I get my second Covid shot tomorrow, so hopefully Chapter One will be up soon. Enjoy!

Clan Leaders

Nielsen Fett: Better known as 99 in canon, Nielsen goes by NiNi or ba’buir with his grandkids. He’s a farmer, and hosts the Annual Fett Family Reunion every year. Married to Kamino. Father to Lynx, Courey, Wolffe's mom (no, I'm not revealing her name yet), Alfred (Alph), Charisma, Arla, and Jango. Grandpa to all the kids who will be listed.

Kamino Fett: I say screw the Kaminoans by naming the matriarch of this au after their home planet and making her love her family no matter what happens. She was a baker, passed away from old age two years before this au takes place. Used to have those grandma glasses-on-a-chain. Was blonde. Mother to Lynx, Courey, Wolffe's mom, Alph, Charisma, Arla, and Jango. Her grandkids call her KamKam or ba’buir.

Subclan One (aka some of the Commanders)

Lynx Fett: The oldest of the next generation of Fetts. He's a vet. Has a full goatee. Married to Nala Se. Father to Bly, Gree, Ponds, Keeli, Colt, and Zariza. Grandpa to Colette. More lax on his kids than his wife. Good dad, poor choice in women.

Nala Se: Geneticist (obviously lol). Very strict because "Lynx is too lax on their kids" (he's not). Mother to Bly, Gree, Ponds, Keeli, Colt, and Zariza. Grandma to Colette. Few people in the family actually like her.

Bly Secura-Fett: 27, Kindergarten teacher. Married to Aayla, father to Colette. Oldest of the next generation of Fetts/the cousins. You might recognize his username from the previous parts, Old Man Dad Bly. Ponds was the one to set it to that. Bly doesn't care enough about it negatively to switch it.

Aayla Secura-Fett: 26, Ryl Translator. Married to Bly, mother of Colette. Known for wearing her hair in braids. She's not in the cousin chat but Bly's constantly showing her screenshots of it and she enjoys it.

Colette Secura-Fett: Almost 1, a Blyla baby! So far clings to Bly more than Aayla, but that may change. Gets lots of love and snuggles from the extended fam.

Gree Fett: 25, biologist. Second oldest of the subclan and of the cousins. Still has that haircut but mainly out of spite of his brothers instead of in honor of them this time. Chat Name: Green Man.

Pontius “Ponds” Fett: 23. He’s working to be an architect, but is currently stuck with a job he’s over-qualified for in the meantime. Known in the chat as Lakes because he thinks he’s funny sometimes. Most likely to start something in subclan one, least likely to be blamed for it... most of the time.

Keeli Fett: 21, cosmetologist. He took a different route than his brothers and went to trade school instead of a 4-year university and consequently got a job before Ponds did. Best hair in the family. Debating whether or not Gree’s haircut is a good enough reason to disown him lol. Chat Name: Keeling Over.

Colt Fett: 17, just finished his junior year of high school. Working a minimum wage summer job to help save for college. Met his best friends Havoc and Blitz in kindergarten; they all work at the same place now. Chat Name: Neigh.

Zariza Fett: 15, just finished her freshman year of high school. Only daughter in the subclan, which is both a blessing and a curse with Nala for a mom. Wants to be a photographer, has taken pictures throughout the reunions the past few years for NiNi. Has lots of blackmail on everyone as a result. Chat Name: Zzzzzz.

Subclan Two (aka the Coruscant Guard)

Courey Fett: Second oldest of his generation of Fetts. He’s a bartender (and owner), and the loudest and most rambunctious of his siblings. Full beard. Married to Slyvia Fett. Father to Fox, Thorn, Jek, Rys, and Corsica. His name is vaguely based on me misspelling Coruscant many many times in the past.

Slyvia Fett: You thought Nala Se was an interesting choice in mom? This lady is a super successful but shady businesswoman. Nobody knows the specifics and they’re not sure they want to know. Also kinda strict, but she’s also not home often enough for it to make too much impact. Married to Courey, mother to Fox, Thorn, Jek, Rys, and Corsica. She has dirty blonde hair, which two of her kids inherited when it combined with the rare blond Fett gene. Vaguely based on Sly Moore.

Fox Fett: 19, just finished his freshman year of college. Perpetually tired because of homework, actual work, and the projects he choses to do. Two days older than Wolffe and reminds him often. Actually best friends with Wolffe. They go to the same university. Like Wolffe, loves his siblings but is loath to admit it. Causes more trouble than people think. Chat Name: Think Outside the Fox.

Thorn Fett: 16, just finished his sophomore year of high school. Older of the two dirty-blonds in the sub-clan. Second oldest blond of the cousins after Rex. Suspicious in how he’s so optimistic when he grew up with Fox for a brother haha. Occasionally likes to stir up trouble in the chat, especially since he’s the one who made it. Chat Name: Thorn in Your Side.

Jek Fett: 11, just finished fifth grade. His best friend is Thire. Too young for the chat, not too young to cause trouble. Like all little brothers, switches between ignoring Fox and Thorn and always trying to get their attention. Like all middle children, turns it around and also picks on Rys and Corsica for the same things Fox and Thorn use on him.

Rys Fett: 8, just finished second grade. Current goal in life is to catch Fox sneak-attacking him just once. Tags along with Jek most of the time, sometimes to bug him, sometimes because he thinks he’s cool. Also too young for the chat.

Corsica Fett: 7, just finished first grade. Only daughter of subclan two. The second of the dirty blonde haired kids in this subclan. Hangs out with Unique a lot at family reunions. Has the art of bugging her brothers at the most inconvenient times down. Already learning to blackmail people. Name lightly based on the correct spelling of Coruscant. Also too young for chat.

The Koons (aka our MCs! The Wolfpack)

Plo Koon: My favorite space dad haha. I think you get the gist by now. Get ready for some more puns! Definitely the type of dad to wear a fanny pack. His sunglasses are probably just transition glasses that switch too easily and he just never told anyone lol. Actually, I never mentioned it, but he’s also a social worker.

A[redacted] Koon: Our boys’ mom. Married to Plo, though she died giving birth to Comet. Twin to Alfred. Her name is a surprise for later, so here’s her first initial, at least. Used to wear glasses or contacts, depending on the day.

Wolffe Koon: 19, just finished his freshman year of college. The star of the show lol aka our pov character. Loves his brothers but rarely admits it out loud. Best friend is Fox and is going to use that to his advantage for blackmail this reunion. Cousin Chat Name: Werewolf? There Wolffe! Subclan Chat Name: Howl are you? Wolfpack Chat Name: Grr.

Boost Koon: 15, just finished his freshman year of high school. The only person in the family who likes Gree’s haircut. His maroon hair is starting to grow out now. It may or may not be his turn to get lost this time... Chat Name: T-Mobile. Subclan Chat Name: Ghosty Boi. Wolfpack Chat Name: Booster Seat.

Sinker Koon: 13, just finished seventh grade and it shows. His silver hair is also starting to grow out. Gonna cause some chaos, since he’s close in age to many of the Fett cousins. Chat Name: Banana Sink. Subclan Chat Name: Hook, Line, and— Wolfpack Chat Name: Stinker. (No, it hasn’t been changed back yet.)

Comet Koon: 10, just finished fourth grade. Still obsessed with penguins. Also gonna cause some chaos with some of the cousins. Koon most likely to get hurt during the reunion by climbing on and jumping off things he shouldn’t. Also too young for the chat.

Subclan Three (aka Cody + the 501st)

Alfred “Alpha” Fett: Twin to A, younger by 5 minutes and never talks about it. Married to Sevannah. Father to Cody, Rex, Fives, Echo, Tup. Owns a gym named Triple A. Used to be a personal trainer, which is how he met Sevannah. Technically the middle child of his siblings.

Sevannah Fett: Professional and Olympic archer. Married to Alph, mother to Cody, Rex, Fives, Echo, Tup. Yes, her name comes from seventeen as in “Alpha-17.″ (Maybe not) surprisingly, the more in shape out of her and Alph since she’s still competing lol.

Kote “Cody” Fett: 18, just graduated high school. Planning on attending college for sports management. Twin to Rex (he’s older by 7 minutes). Got his scar while playing football or something, I’m not really sure. Any Ghost member you can think of is probably his friend. Chat Name: *hacker voice* I’m In.

Rex Fett: 18, just graduated high school. Planning on being an athletic trainer. Twin to Cody. Naturally blond — and I mean blond and not dirty blond. Only one of subclan three who is. Any member of Torrent that’s not his brother is his friend. Chat Name: Jurassic Park.

Fives Fett: 13, just finished seventh grade. His full name will be revealed during Part 4. Twin to Echo (older by five minutes, yes). Wants to learn how to be a skydiving instructor solely to try to help Rex get over his fear of heights. Best friends are Domino Squad. Chat Name: Sixes.

Echo Fett: 13, just finished seventh grade. His full name will also be revealed during Part 4. Twin to Fives. Seems more chill than Fives but the reunion always proves that wrong. Best friends are Domino. Occasionally babysits the Havocs. Chat Name: ECHO Echo echo.

Tup Fett: 10, just finished fourth grade. Tup is his full name, yes. Starting to get into archery like his mom. Canon tattoo is a mole here. His hair’s down to his shoulders and super curly. Cody’s often pulling sticks out of it. Too young for the chat.

The Havocs (aka the Bad Batch)

Charisma Havoc (neé Fett): Interior designer. Married to Gunner. Mother to Hunter, Cross, Wrecker, Timmy. Also on the louder end of her and her siblings. The Havocs are pretty background characters, since their kids are much younger than Wolffe and also bc the show’s still establishing things.

Gunner Havoc: Carpenter. Married to Charisma. Father to Hunter, Cross, Wrecker, Timmy. Together Charisma and Gunner could probably start an HGTV show lol. But they don’t want to so they aren’t. Last name comes from the Havoc Marauder (tbb's ship).

Hunter Havoc: 14, just finished eighth grade. Part of his canon tattoo is a birthmark, though not all of it. His hair is also long enough to be put into a small ponytail. Keeli’s got some cousins to teach, doesn’t he lol. Chat Name: Hunter-Gatherer.

Cross Havoc: 12, just finished sixth grade. Grumpy almost-teenager. Wolffe doesn’t run into him often because he tries to avoid his older cousins (well, actually, most of his cousins) the entire reunion every year. Lurks in the chat but his username is Mad (courtesy of Thorn). I shortened his name because it is an actual name and Crosshair is only a clone name.

Walter “Wrecker” Havoc: 9, just finished third grade. The older cousins claim he got his nickname in the “Wrecker Incident” and make it out to be this overly dramatic thing that's classified to those 12 and under. In all reality, it was him accidentally crashing into a few things of his brothers when he was first learning to walk. Gree just thought it was hilarious to blow it out of proportion. Too young for the chat.

Timothy “Timmy” Havoc: 7, just finished first grade. Wears glasses. A bit too young to have Tech as a nickname quite yet, but he definitely would in the future. Also mostly in the background, considering he's 12 years younger than Wolffe. Too young for chat.

The Concords (aka let's add some more girls to this family)

Arla Concord neé Fett: She's the only adult beside her husband that I currently don't have a job listed for, but that's because my brain won't supply one. Second youngest of her siblings. Married to Felix. Mother to Clementine, Ansonia, Unique, Majorca, Tessa, Violet. Screw canon/legends, she's still alive.

Felix Concord: Again, haven't thought of a job for him yet, but he has one. Married to Arla. Father to Clementine, Ansonia, Unique, Majorca, Tessa, Violet. Last name comes from Concord Dawn.

Clementine Concord: 12, just finished sixth grade. Wants to be an astronaut or astrophysicist one day. Spends lots of time wrangling her younger sisters. Chat Name: Orange Gal.

Ansonia Concord: 10, just finished fourth grade. Wants to be an actress, really bring those dramatic Fett genes into play lol. Spends lots of time bugging Clementine and bossing around her younger sisters. Too young for the chat.

Unique Concord: 7, just finished first grade. Wants to be a doctor, spends lots of time hanging out with Ansonia. The two of them could probably do a pretty accurate hospital soap opera without prompting or knowing haha. Hangs with Corsica a lot at reunions, though. Yeah, idk where her name came from either. Dirty-blonde hair. Too young for the chat (duh).

Majorca Concord: 6, just finished kindergarten. Still learning basic writing and loves it so much she wants to be an author. Named after the city in Spain on accident — I totally didn’t realize that was why her name seemed familiar until like 2 months after I named her. Also too young for the chat or to appear much in the story.

Quintessa “Tess/Tessa” Concord: 5, preschooler. The other blonde kiddo. Picks on Gree’s hair without prompting from any cousins or sisters. Likes to play pretend with Majorca when they can. Also likes to draw stars and castles and such often. Obviously too young for the chat, appears slightly more because of her natural roasting abilities.

Violet Concord: 3, maybe a preschooler? Again, doesn’t really appear much. Hangs out a bit with Boba and Tessa when the family gets together. Very very obviously too young for the chat.

Subclan Four (the OG Fetts)

Jango Fett: People usually make him one of the dads or the grandpa, but nah, he gets baby of his generation status. I wanted to keep with the “Arla is his older sister” thing but she’s the second youngest so he’s the youngest. Has been super mysterious about his life from the second he moved out but still shows up to family events. Knows who Boba’s mother is but refuses to tell. Father of Boba (obviously).

Boba Fett: 4, preschooler. Like I said above, hangs with Tessa and Violet during family events. More likely to accidentally reveal details about Jango’s life than Jango. Surprise baby but not for Jango. Jango knew. The family didn’t know until Jango showed up with infant Boba to a family event and went “this is Boba, no questions will be answered.” Also very obviously too young for the chat.

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And that’s the extended Fett clan! Feel free to ask questions, I’ve got plenty of information about (most of) them and their roles in this au.

#b talks #b writes #fic wips #wkatmam #commander wolffe #boost #sinker #comet #plo koon #not gonna tag anyone else bc that's a lot lol

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frogtanii · 3 years

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It’s wind anon! Who...did not finish reactions yesterday hahhhh

Orz

The need to deal with school work...and also the fact wind anon has the need to take a nap any time of the day. Sleep... zzzzzz. Have a test and such tomorrow and another test on Thursday so I be busy...gonna do my best...get good grades...

But, might as well do a short reaction, at least on the outfits! Specifically Meiko’s! Okay, so I don’t want to comment on the blandness of her caption for the image. And uh, I don’t know what she is referring to by the styled by stuff but I got the gist by looking at the answers to the asks and stuff. Okay, so looking purely at her dress. I get what they were going for, but the shape is not flattering. Wind anon has to give credit where credit is, Meiko is fairly tall (in wind anon’s opinion) and she does diet and stuff and have a thin figure, so her proportions are decent. But the dress...all the mixed vibes. The black portions of it make her look real old, and that belt thing is not cutting it for me. It’s like...not cinching in her waist properly (which is what belts should do—>adjust fit and accentuate).

Besides that, the rest of the cloth. I think the navy is actually a good choice, but the sheen that comes with the square pattern...no no no. Eye catching in the worst of ways. The fact that it comes in that sort of pattern makes the dress look a bit more cheap, and it’s just...a lot.

Besides that, looking at Osamu’s outfit, Meiko’s is far too...gaudy. (Not meant to insult the person in the image wearing the dress or the people who made it—just trying to give my honest opinion on the suitability of the outfit and such). Osamu’s is nice—Black, clean lines, subtle, catches a bit of interest with the pendant/necklace. Thus, Meiko would have worked with an elegant and tasteful outfit.

Let’s keep the navy color as the base okay? So, we already have a general idea of what YN is wearing, and her dress has a slit in it, like the one Meiko has right now. Rather than having them both with that, I think Meiko’s should be regular, mid-thigh end with no slit. (Honestly, I think like...2 inches above knee would work quite well but we know Meiko is the type to flash more skin so, mid-thigh). I’m thinking skirt with a bit more volume, goes out a bit rather than skin tight like some of Meiko’s other stuff. Like it flares out before you get to the hips? But the top of the dress is still sculpting out the waist and bust a bit. Off the shoulder straps. Shoulders and arms be uncovered that way. And instead of being plain, it’s navy with navy lace. Maybe add some subtle silver thread embroidery at parts. But I think it would work fine without that. But to add interest, both the off shoulder straps and bottom of the skirt aren’t just straight, maybe like, scalloped edge idea with the lace. And of course, have Meiko with a necklace that pairs with Osamu’s.

For hair, pin it up. You can be more glamorous with it because the dress is low key and elegant. Say, some blue flower and pearl hair accessories. Y’know? Like hair carefully braided in bun near the top of her head, a couple strands around the face to frame it, the flowers inserted between the bun and the rest of her hair, then the pearls in select places to give attention (maybe the pearls in individual pins...). But it honestly would be okay if you just had a lace ribbon that matched the dress well enough—cohesion is important with outfit planning. Earrings could either be diamond/sapphire studs or pearl. Though something like an ear cuff and some thin falling earrings would also look nice.

I’m thinking like, lace wrist cuffs/bands would be cute. But not necessary. Would be nice to see some dark blue, shiny nail polish on those fingers though.

...ugh, she just...could’ve looked so good next to Osamu like this. Wind anon giving the eyebrow of judgement. They would also contrast with YN and Sakusa in the best of ways.

And before I forget, footwear. No stilettos. Nothing too tall. 3 inches at most. Dark heels, with a reasonably sized heel and a strap either at ankle or in front, doesn’t matter, just shoes that are plain in a sense, but elegant and chic and comfy for walking and stuff.

Wind anon is wrangling outfit with one hand at this rate. Like, there’s tons of lights at these types of events. The dress rn will make you look like very pixelated glowing TV screen when it’s in the dark. With the suggestion I’m making like—the pleasant sheen from the pearls, the tasteful glimmer from the earrings and necklace, the delicate lace that doesn’t distract from dewy skin—please, wind anon cannot stand what she’s trying to pull off rn when wind anon has this idea right here.

But okay, wind anon is done. Wind anon is gonna sleep, wake up, get through the day like she always does.

Done with the fashion ramble. Anyway, ending thoughts. Unicorn anon saying we can all marry each other... first time Wind anon ever got that sort of proposal. Flattering, flustering, and yet I sorta won’t mind the platonic affection. Hm, decisions~

Anyway, do take care of yourself fr0ggy! Drink plenty or water and other fluids, eat fruits and veggies, and sleep lots! I wish you very very well <3

hi wind nonnie!!! pls get some sleep >:( i hope ur test goes well <3333 &&& i rlly love how detailed u were in redesigning meiko’s outfit???? v much swag v much cool KSJSK also i wouldn’t mind giving u some (platonic) affection!!!! u deserve it kith kith <333

#j’s asks #anons babey #℗ poker face #wind anon

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justsomefluff · 4 years

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Hey I love your work and I hope you're having a good day I just wanted to know if you could do a Ateez reaction to finding their wife and new born cuddled together in its crib

Thank you, my day is going well and I hope yours is too <3 AND Awww Ateez as dads though I cant :’(

I wrote this so that you both woke up in the middle of the night and you go check on the baby bc they were crying

Hongjoong:

Pretty much as soon as you said you’d be the one to go check on the kid he’s like zzzzzz

But if you’re gone for more than five minutes his body forces him awake

He just cant sleep right if you’re not there bc it’s like somethings missing

Immediately remembers that you went to soothe your crying baby and heads to the nursery

finds you kneeling on the ground next to the crib

you’d slid the one side of the crib down, and had your arms curled around your baby

your heads were touching just slightly

Joong goes so soft so fast

but he’s also so torn

like he’s got 3 things he wants to do

#1 being that he wants to get the camera to keep this moment forever

#2 he wants total you back to bed because you’ll definitely wake up stiff if you stay there all night

#3 he wants to sit right down next to you and join the family sleepover

so he takes care of the first option, snapping about a thousand pictures from several different angles

and then he resolves to sit with you for a while to enjoy the peace and intimacy of the moment before waking you up so you could head back to bed

Seonghwa:

Ateez as moms edition

every time you offer to be the one to go check on your baby in the middle of the night he feels so bad

like you’re home all the time and must be so exhausted from all the work that newborns take

but you know he’s exhausted from his own work and

to be honest, even if it is tiring, being with your baby is your favorite thing in the whole world (even in the not so fun moments)

But anyway, this time Seonghwa decided that he was going to go with you to the nursery

after a little snack and some soft cooing, the babies were out like a light

Babies? Plural? you may ask... yeah Seonghwa totally fell asleep too

and after a while you’d fall asleep too, leaning comfortably against the side of the crib, your pointer finger being squeezed tightly by your infant

after a while, Seonghwa will wake up just because being on the floor is uncomfortable

but he’ll see you and your baby sleeping so peacefully and he gets a little teary bc he feels like he’s witnessing the most beautiful thing in the world

overly at peace, and when he makes the decision that it’s time to carry you back to bed

he’s so reluctant because he could have honestly stayed there forever

Yunho:

okay Yunho is such father material like they all are but I just get such “he’s gonna be a great dad” vibes from him

BUT ANYWAY

anytime your baby cries at night; it’s like the bat signal for him okay

like Superdad to the rescue!!!

but you always end up needing to go with him bc... I’ll just say your kid can EAT alright

like no matter the gender, they’re gonna be big like their dad okay

usually he leaves you two alone when you’re doing your thing because he gets too soft and he wants to cuddle you guys while your feeding your baby

but your kid’s also definitely got a favorite parent... spoiler alert: it’s Yunho

so he is no longer allowed in the room for feeding time bc the baby won't even pay attention if they see daddy awww

after a little while he comes back in to check on you

could actually explode when he sees you, sitting on the edge of the crib with your head tilted downwards cradling your baby in your arms

and Yunho’s the type to decide he’s bringing you both back to bed with him

and that’s exactly what he’ll do

and he stays up the whole night watching you because he’s too full of love and he can't sleep because of it

Yeosang:

Yeosang as a dad... can you hear me sobbing???? I mean seriously-

so he knows how hard it is for you to parent while he’s at work right?

that means he’s always gonna volunteer to be the one to do certain things when he is home

like even the super unpleasant stuff like diaper changes or if the baby burps up; he’s like I GOT THIS

he tries really hard to be a good father and a good husband at the same time

but sometimes, you tell him it’s okay to let you take care of the unpleasant stuff

so you decided it would be your turn to go check on the baby this time during the regularly scheduled 3am waterworks

but after 3 minutes, Yeosang’s like I GOTTA GO HELP

even if it’s a one person job, he’ll find a way

he’ll walk into the nursery just as you’ve finished swaddling your baby after a diaper change

you’re smiling softly and letting your infant play with your fingers, laughing sweetly every time your baby gurgles with joy

Not wanting to disturb you, but also having an intense need to be a part of the action, he heads towards you

wraps his arms around you from behind and sways you slowly from side to side until you both decide your baby is fast enough asleep that you can retreat back to your own room

San:

I think San is probably the most excited of all of them to be a parent; and again I’m sure all of them would be happy I just get a stronger vibe mkay

so with him, he’s never gonna not get up and check on the baby when they cry

if you hear any noise at all over the baby monitor and start to get up, he’s already running down the hall

like we’ve all seen that he hates waking up but he’d sacrifice his sleep for his kid any day

on the rare occasion that you do beat him to the nursery though, he’d literally be smiling as soon as he saw you

always asks, “How are we?” because he loves to emphasize that you’re a complete family now uwu

“We’re all good, Sannie” is his literal favorite thing to hear

especially if he’s had a bad day, hearing that is really his light at the end of the tunnel

and that combined with the sight of the two loves of his life?

his idea of perfection come to life

could honestly cry about it, he really could

and sometimes he does, he’s just too touched

constantly tells you how grateful he is to have you

I also feel like San is the kind of man to thank you for agreeing to accept a baby into your lives

like you really make all his dreams come true

Mingi:

don't get me started, if the baby cries in the middle of the night he’s like UGH NOT AGAIN

like he loves the little gremlin but homeboy also loves his sleep lmao

totally feels guilty when you get up and go so he pretty much always pulls himself out of bed and practically crawls down the hall to help out

always makes you laugh when he finally makes it and just faceplants into the carpet mumbling, “I did it”

and he’ll look up you through glossy, half-lidded eyes with just the dorkiest smile on his face

literally looks at you and your baby like you’re angels

and, to him, you really are :’)

and he always makes sure you know it

no matter what you guys have to do to get the baby to go back to sleep

he’s gonna be peppering you both with kisses the entire time

will also casually pass out with his head on your shoulder

whenever people ask you how many kids you have, you’re like “two, including my husband”

but that’s okay, he’s always allowed to be your baby

Wooyoung:

literally obsessed with seeing you and your baby together

he’s dramatic about it too, like screaming about how someone needs to put you two in the Louvre and a bunch of cheesy nonsense

but can you really blame him?

and at nighttime, when he’s sleepy, he gets especially soft

and whenever he finds you snuggled up with your newborn he literally squeals and you’re like “SHHHHHHHHHH”

“whoops, my bad”

like no matter the circumstances, you can bet he’s still gonna be loud lmao

but anyway, he tries to be casual about his staring

it doesn't work though and you catch him just totally lost in his head looking at you and your baby

his eyes are so big like have you ever seen the cartoons where hearts like literally come out of someone’s eyes bc that’s Wooyoung

if you have your baby cuddled to your chest, he’s gonna put his head there too

but it’s so cute because you get to hold both of them and he gets to kiss your baby which is his favorite thing to do

Jongho:

okay Jongho is always gonna do that like shy smile, you know the one?

like where he’s so happy that his body cant even get it all out through a smile so he just sits there with his heart going BOOMBOOM

but he’s someone who I bet is kind of quiet in his affections

so he’ll just kind of sit and watch, but not in a creepy way more like in the “I don't want to interrupt” kind of way

but the second you invite him to join in the bonding moment with your baby he. is. THERE.

like to sing to both of you super softly because he’s just cute like that

will sit down with you and lean against the crib and just watch you and your baby slowly fall asleep together

smiling the entire time like that’s what a truly happy man looks like

like he’s so in love with both of you ugh

just makes him think about how he’d literally do anything for you whenever you need it

he’s ready to PROVIDE okay

like he’s got this protective instinct that just intensifies in moments like these but it makes him feel proud of his family

#ateez #ateez fluff #Ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #fluff #ateez fanfic #fanfic #ateez imagines #imagines #ateez reactions #reactions #ateez scenarios #scenarios

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edithmaslow · 3 years

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the strangest thing, in retrospect, is that he had left the mall after the initial bloodbath and come home. edith didn’t have the closing shift at the record store, so the radio was going while she was washing dishes. usually she does have the closing shift, locking the front door and sorting the records and tapes before turning off the lights and rushing out the back. it’s an eerie feeling, closing up a shop like that. she’d never want that in the mall, where people are all around and yet unseen. daniel does it more often than she’d ever like to. she sometimes gets a bit suspicious about it, but there isn’t much thought to give it.

outside, the street is eerily quiet. edith looks up from the plate she’s washing, surveying the darkened street outside the apartment. the streetlamps were fucked, honestly, but at least when they were flickering and spotty they gave off some light. now, it’d be pitch black other than pale yellow squares of other apartments and the occasional headlights of a car. she hated it. at least, back home, there would be crickets and flood lights and maybe even frogs. now it’s the staticky radio and little else. lost in thought, she keeps scrubbing the same plate. the radio loses connection, turning into white noise with snatches of words. kzzzzzt -- mall, sev -- kzzzzt -- an tor -- zzzzzz. groaning, edith shuts off the radio. no noise is better than indecipherable nonsense. “fuck, it’s ten thirty. where is he?”

(once a flirt, always a flirt, dipshit.)

shut up. he wouldn’t.

she hears the truck door close. must have not seen his headlights. the radio flickers back to life, some old fifties love song playing. weird, but not unheard of. there’s been numerous times that the radio would switch to some random station, or cut on when no one touched it. it’d never done both, though. she turns to the door as it opens, her boyfriend standing in the entryway. she snickers at first -- he’s in some doofy devil-themed halloween costume, mask and all. she approaches, still laughing. “wow, very scary, daniel -- you’re a little early, aren’t you? c’mon, at least take that stupid mask off --”

damp fingers tug the thin plastic mask off his face, revealing the specks of blood on his blank, unfeeling face. she staggers back, one eyebrow arching. “dan -- danny, you’ve got blood on your face … what happened?”

no response.

she meets his eyes as best she can -- his eyes are dull, more gray than she’s ever seen before. it’s like there’s nothing behind them, just like a sleepwalker or a corpse. he’s ignoring her, just lumbering into the apartment. he pushes past her, which elicits a scoff as she closes the door behind him. “daniel, you’re being a real dick right now. you aren’t gonna say hey or i’m tired, g’night, or nothing? like, s’okay if you had a bad day, you just --”

that’s when daniel pulls a knife from the drawer. edith turns from the door, eyes widening. “okay, sorry, but -- what -- what are you doing?”

he’s advancing on her, knife held down. she continues her nervous requests for him to stop, asking him what the fuck is wrong with him, till he raises the knife halloween-style with clear intent. she ducks to the side just seconds before the blade collides with the wooden door. okay, shit, he’s serious. the radio is coming in clear again, a news report. reports of a mass killing of several shadyside mall employees are coming in, seemingly carried out by a young man by the name of ryan torres … oh. she scrambles away again, managing to put two and two together. daniel had helped. and he got out before the cops showed up, and now he’s trying to kill her. he isn’t even being subtle about it. like it isn’t him. she’s smaller and faster than him, vaulting over the couch and ducking into the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind her. the door opens out. she can hit him.

in the dark, she hangs onto the doorknob to keep it pulled shut. her breath is heavy and quick, bordering on hyperventilation. the tears of fear don’t start till she feels the knob rattle roughly. no, no -- she’s jolted by him slamming himself into the door, knocking a small scream from her mouth. “daniel -- daniel, stop!” no response. he slams himself against the door again. in the anticipation of the third battering ram, she swings the door open. but it doesn’t connect, and instead she is face to face with her knife-wielding boyfriend. she gasps, immediately attempting to swing the door closed again. he stops the door with his hand, edith’s own force knocking her to the floor after her head hits the threshold. her hands fly up to shield her face, instinctively. he holds fast onto her wrist, pulling her kicking and screaming body away from the door.

she isn’t sure where he’s trying to take her, but she sure as hell doesn’t think she wants to go there. edith hooks her foot on a leg of the couch, trying to either bring forth the inevitable or stall it. his grip on her arm tightens, bordering on the strength it would take to break her wrist. she yanks her arm, nearly avoiding his stumbling feet on her face. the only response is an inhuman growl from daniel, who uses his offput balance to pin her underneath him. she lays on the ground, briefly stunned. he actually lifts the knife and stabs her -- on the wrong side. it isn’t her heart, it won’t kill her instantly. this was it, wasn’t it? she’d moved to ohio with daniel, thinking that maybe they could make something of a life here. but instead she was going to be stabbed to death by her boyfriend on this shitty rug in a shitty apartment, and it’s unlikely any of her family will ever know. this isn’t supposed to happen.

why is she letting it happen?

he lifts the knife again, but she shifts and grabs his hand with both of hers, fighting the downward power as best she can. he overpowers her, slicing open her cheek and hitting the floor. she screams, hands still over his. it stings, she can feel the blood pouring from her face. panicked, she pries at his fingers to release them from the knife. if she can get it out of his hand -- she can maybe incapacitate him, maybe long enough to call the cops and get them here -- his other hand clobbers at her shoulder, at her chest, beating her where he’d already stabbed her. “stoppit, stoppit, stoppit -- just … just let go, please!” she frees his hand from the weapon, grabbing it herself. she stabs at him, catching him once, twice, three times in the abdomen. she shoves him off of her, and climbs on top of him, her own wounds bleeding and her breath tasting metallic with her own blood. in a frenzy of fear, adrenaline, and the fury of someone who simply refuses to die like this, she keeps stabbing indiscriminately. his blood is spurting onto the carpet, onto her face, her clothes, her hands. he has to be dead. he is dead. she knows he is. he isn’t moving in the slightest, blood trickling from his mouth and the rest of him as dead as his eyes had been. her chest is screaming. the tears make the gash on her face sting worse than the air already did. still crying, shaking, her vision getting blurry, she lands one final blow. right to the heart. like a vampire. she pushes herself off his body, army crawling to the kitchen. weakly, nearly falling, she pulls herself up onto a counter, hands slick with blood. her shaking hands fumble the landline, her mouth tasting like blood and her vision spinning. she barely manages to punch in the three numbers. it rings.

“911, what’s your emergency?” “o-oh, oh thank god -- my name is … edith, edith maslow -- i-i killed my boyfriend, and -- and i need an ambulance.” “you killed your boyfriend, ma’am?” “listen -- i think my wrist is broken, my face is bleeding, he stabbed me in the chest -- please send an ambulance.” “all right, i’m sorry -- what’s your location?”

edith rattles off the address, leaning her head back against the kitchen wall. in the minutes before the ambulance arrives, she drifts in and out of consciousness, eyes fixed on daniel’s lifeless body. there are flies on his face. his face, which she’s kissed so many times. his face that didn’t move in any way when he attacked her. his face, his eyes -- she’d later tell the police that it wasn’t him, not really. his eyes were dull and dead, there was nothing there. there shouldn’t be flies in here -- are they getting louder, or is that what it sounds like when you die?

the radio was still playing, static littering the song. oh, honey, i know, you belong to somebody new … it continues to play as the paramedics wheel her out, weakly conscious, and bag up daniel’s body.

turns out, shadyside doesn’t just curse its natives. sometimes the fresh meat rots, too.

#» * verse. fs94.#blood /#violence /#murder /#ask to tag /#edith voice: u wanna hear abt how i killed my bf

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whatcouldgowrong-ohthat · 4 years

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Us and Andie Ch. 6

Summary: Bucky works as an Avenger because it’s what’s right. He feels he has sins he’ll never be able to make up for, but he’ll spend the rest of his life trying. However, his life takes an unexpected turn when he comes across Andie, the daughter of recently divorced Y/N. The life he had once “maintained” in hopes of surviving changes as his heart warms for a tough-as-nails nurse and her wonderful daughter.

Pairing: Bucky x singleparent!Reader

Word Count: 4133 words

Warnings: None that I can think of!

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“You like him.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“I’ve known him a month!” Y/N shook her head, trying to ignore how ridiculous her friend was being. All she wanted to do was send a ‘goodnight’ text to Andie before she could eat the protein bar she brought for dinner. Tonight, her kid was having a sleepover with Sam, Bucky, and Natasha and when Ciara heard that – all hell broke loose.

“Tell me, when do you ever trust anyone other than May and Peter to take care of your kid? Now you have a whole team of superheroes and you’re trusting them to not only keep her safe, but to spend time with her. There’s a reason for it. And I think it’s him. Hell, you told him everything that happened with you and Ethan.”

“Even if I did, and I’m not saying I do,” she snapped, careful to cut off that train of thought before it started again. “I am not the type of person that should be involved in his lifestyle.”

“Ooooh, who’s the him?”

Y/N and Ciara looked up as Angie joined them at the table, having grabbed food from her locker. Each woman was from a different department within the hospital, but still managed to share some time together. “Took you long enough to get here. How’s the ICU?”

“How do you think?” Angie popped off the container, taking a bite of her salad before waving her fork at Y/N. “So who’s the guy? There’s never a guy with you.”

The words, “There isn’t a guy,” slipped out of Y/N’s mouth just as Ciara asked Angie, “You’ve heard of the Winter Soldier, right?”

It was safe to say, the clang of Angie’s fork hitting the table was sort of expected from the women. Her jaw dropped as she looked at Y/N, falling back in her chair. “Damn, girl! You just jump all in, don’t you?”

“It isn’t like that.” Y/N rubbed her temples, slumping further in her chair. She was so tempted to just crawl underneath. And never crawl back out. “I swear, I’m just friends with him.”

“How?” Angie’s chair scraped against the floor as she moved closer to Y/N. “Are you kidding me? You haven’t dated since before He-I-Blatantly-Refuse-to-Name.”

“Classy,” Ciara quipped, earning a grin from Angie. “I want it on the record, I told her she should go for it.”

“There’s nothing to go for!” Y/N felt her stomach twist as she took a bite of her “dinner”. She knew if Bucky saw how little she was eating, he’d freak, but – Wait, why was she even thinking about how he’d react? She groaned, dropping her head back and staring at the ceiling. “I hate this.”

Ciara raised an eyebrow, propping her chin on her hand. “Hate that a cute Avenger that’s built like a fucking brick wall might have a crush on you?” She glanced at Angie. “There are worse things going on in the world.”

“You two suck,” Y/N muttered as her phone buzzed. She sighed, pushing herself up and reaching for the phone, but Ciara was quicker. “Hey!”

Ciara grinned and, in that moment, Y/N could practically see the devil horns that held up her “halo”. “It’s a photo from ‘Bucky’!”

Angie and Y/N shared a look before Y/N jumped up. Her chair fell to the floor as Angie grabbed her. With a loud yelp, Y/N was held back as Ciara unlocked her phone. “Ciara, give it back!”

“Not happening.”

Y/N groaned, hanging her head. She couldn’t believe this. She really couldn’t believe –

“Oh my god! That is so cute!”

Y/N’s head jerked. She raised a brow as Angie released her. Catching herself on the table, the two quickly came around and peeked over Ciara’s shoulder. “Oh my god,” Y/N murmured. She took the phone from Ciara, clicking on the photo.

The three babysitters had put together a fort for Andie. Bucky was currently scrolling through movies with her and Natasha. All three were oblivious to the photo. They…It looked like a real family moment.

Bucky’s idea - just thought you should know. - Sam

Her phone buzzed again. Another text.

And now I got your number. ‘Bout time someone other than Tinman had it! 😉

Y/N locked the phone, putting it in her pocket. She didn’t want to admit it out loud, but God, she wished she was there. She wanted to have more moments like that with Andie. But she couldn’t. She wasn’t a babysitter. She was a parent.

She was Andie’s parent.

And whatever spell this was with Bucky, she needed to ignore it. They still didn’t have to look like such a damn family though. “I got to get back to work.” She pocketed the phone and threw the wrapper from her “dinner” away. Redoing her ponytail, she looked back at the girls. Bumping the door open with her butt, she called out, “Night, you guys.” And then she was gone.

Ciara and Angie shared a look. Angie went back to stabbing at her salad, amusement lacing her voice as she said, “Ten bucks says she’ll yell for the stolen family moment and then apologize for yelling.”

“No, she’ll do the same thing she’s done ever since nursing school. She’s going to do the extreme. Back to May and Peter.” Ciara tossed her food in the garbage, washing her hands. “No more Avengers.”

Angie grimaced, hoping Y/N had grown some in the past eight years. “Oh, you better prove her wrong, Y/N.”

-.-.-

She wasn’t.

As much as Y/N wanted to be the bigger person, she sucked at it. It was why she kept her circles so small. She liked knowing what to expect. She didn’t like getting caught off guard. She liked being Andie’s mom. She sure as hell didn’t like someone else looking like they were playing that roll.

And it was that frustration, that anger sitting in her chest, that had her staring at her ceiling. She was supposed to be sleeping. The last two days of work had been draining. She needed to rest so she could pick up Andie and actually spend time with her. But any time she closed her eyes, she pictured one of the three stillborns she helped deliver last night. Or she thought about the baby she had to take to the NICU the night before that. It made her stomach twist in knots. And when she thought about Andie, she thought about that slumber party. About Bucky and Natasha cuddling with her like they were her parents.

She wasn’t jealous. She was just tired.

It had been the night before last when they had that slumber party. It was so sweet, and Y/N knew she should appreciate Bucky being so thoughtful. Sitting up, Y/N ran her fingers through her hair, elbows resting on her knees. She wasn’t sure what was plaguing her mind more. Those babies and their mothers or her own child.

Y/N just knew one thing. She wanted to see her kid.

zzz

zzzzzz

zzz

zzzzzz

zzz

Bucky frowned, catching the punching bag and staring at the piece of tech that was vibrating across the floor. Who the hell would be calling at this time on a Sunday? Andie was asleep. Most of the team was out on a mission. Sam and Natasha were still passed out. It seemed Andie was more exhausting than fighting bad guys. He picked up the phone, ready to ignore the call, but then he saw her name.

Y/N.

Bucky immediately picked up, propping the phone between his shoulder and ear as he started unwrapping his hands. “Y/N? Are you okay?” Sniffling was heard on the other line. Bucky stopped everything he was doing, the bandages falling to the floor as he took the phone in his hand. “Breath, Y/N,” he told her, keeping his voice calm and steady. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I – I don’t even know why I’m – why I’m crying. It’s ridiculous.” He heard her sniffle again as she laughed at herself.

“It’s not ridiculous. What’s going on?” He was starting to get scared. Even when Y/N had told him about her past, she only shed a couple tears. She didn’t cry.

“I just miss Andie,” she whispered. His heart broke as he leaned against the mirrored wall. Guilt wracked his gut. Andie had been spending a lot of time at the compound, befriending all of them these past couple weeks. It wasn’t exactly a quick train ride over to Queens like when she stayed with Parker. It was a long commute. And they were taking time away from Y/N’s moments with her. “I – I actually came by.”

Bucky pushed himself off the wall. “Give me a second. I’ll be right there.”

Bucky kept Y/N on the phone, listening to her calm herself down. He had no idea this was going to be taking such a toll on her. It made him feel like an idiot. He should’ve known. They should’ve known. Not everyone needs a hero to “save” them from their lives.

Seeing her at the front doors, Bucky offered her a small smile and hung up. He opened the doors, noting how tired she looked in her yoga pants and a sweatshirt that was twice her size. “Y/N, I feel like I owe you an apology.” She stepped inside, her sneakers scuffing against the far too expensive floor. “We never meant to take up all of Andie’s time.”

Y/N laughed and shook her head, wiping the tears off her cheeks. “No, please, don’t be sorry. I’m being overdramatic and way too protective,” she told him, the sleeves of her sweatshirt hiding her hands as she dropped them to her sides. “I – Andie needs normal. She needs to spend time with people.”

“Probably not Avengers,” he reminded her, shoving his hands in his sweatpants. It was in that moment that he realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt and he probably reeked because of his workout. His cheeks turned a rosy pink and he hoped against all hope that she didn’t notice. God, could he be any more of an idiot?

“No, truthfully I’d rather her be around kids her age, but mutants tend to get isolated around her age. I’d rather her socialize with good people than little shitheads.”

Bucky choked on air when he heard that, laughing because only Y/N would willingly call kids ‘little shitheads’ without missing a beat. “Come on. I’ll show you Andie’s room.”

“Wait, her room?” Y/N fell short in her steps, coming to a stop. All sense of calm, the ability to realize she was just being over protective – it flew out the window.

Bucky turned to face her, not entirely sure what it was about that statement that had bothered her. “Yeah. I mean – It – Well, yeah.”

“No.”

He frowned, clearly not understanding what it was about this that had pissed her off. “Can you let me in on what about this is bothering you?”

You like him.

You’re trusting them to not only keep her safe, but to spend time with her.

Oh my god! They’re so cute!

“She’s my kid!” Y/N’s fists clenched at her sides. “Andie is my daughter. And you guys are taking her in like she’s your pet!”

“Y/N, no.” Bucky took a step closer to her, reaching for her. “It isn’t like that.”

“What about that slumber party? Huh? God, it looked like you three were a family,” she hissed, more tears in her eyes. She hugged herself, bottom lip trembling. “Do you have any idea how that fucked with my head?”

Bucky winced, dropping his hand. That was when it all clicked. Y/N wasn’t scared of her ex-husband. She was scared of losing Andie. She was scared she would always have to be the provider without ever really having true memories with her daughter. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He took a step closer to her. Her gaze was fixated on the ground. Chucking under her chin, his fingers lingered against her skin, featherlight and gentle as possible. “I am truly sorry. I never meant to give the impression that we were trying to replace you. At all.”

Y/N’s hand pressed against his wrist, pushing his touch away. “I need to take Andie home.”

“Y/N…”

“Please.”

Bucky simply nodded. He led her back through the common area and kitchen. He forgot that despite how strong she was, Y/N had trauma. And she was guarded. They might have spent a lot of time together this past month, but he had overstepped. That much he knew for sure. “She’s still asleep. Had a late night.”

“Of course, she did,” Y/N huffed, running a hand through her hair. “Because here is fun. It’s her opportunity to do whatever she wants.”

He winced, wondering how their choices here affected Andie’s behavior at home. Did it really make that much of a difference? “I – “

“Am sorry, right?”

Bucky bit his tongue, shoulders tensing. Y/N was a forgiving woman with all things except how her daughter was raised. And he was learning that lesson quickly. “Please, just look at the room.”

Y/N frowned, raising an eyebrow when she heard that. She didn’t care about some stupid room. She cared about Andie. Opening the door, she silently stepped inside…

Only to stop just inside the bedroom.

She inhaled sharply as Bucky stepped into the doorway, looking around the decorated room. Gone were the white walls, replaced by a pale blue, faint clouds, and glowing, painted stars. There were two pale blue nightstands and a lamp. There was even a matching desk by the window. Shelves lined the walls, decorated with toys Andie had insisted on bringing from home. But not only that, she had snuck over some photos of her and her mom. They were crammed on the shelves and hung sporadically over the wall only like an eleven-year-old could do. And then she saw the other photos, ones the Avengers had taken with her. She had at least one with every single one of them, but there were a few with Steve and Sam, several with Bucky. And there was an easel for her to draw instead of only coloring. A stuffed moose and massive bunny were there – toys she could only guess Tony picked.

And then the bed, a giant circular bed for Andie to starfish on. Except she wasn’t. Instead, she was curled up, hugging that stupid frog. It peeked out next to her, both tucked up to their chins.

It was everything she had wanted to give Andie that she couldn’t.

Spinning on her heel, she pushed Bucky by his chest. He stumbled back, not expected her to willingly touch him. She closed the door behind her and looked down the hall. Grabbing his wrist, she pulled him in the room just across, knowing it’d be empty since it was the same one she’d stayed in.

Bucky let her pull him, closing the door behind him and watching as she released his wrist. She started pacing and pacing, threatening to wear a hole into the floor. After several minutes of silence, of her muttering to herself, he asked, “…Y/N?”

She stopped, taking a slow breath before finally facing him. Tears were slipping down her cheeks, but this time it wasn’t from anger or fear. He didn’t know what that look in her eyes was, but he could tell it was neither of those. “Who – Did Tony?”

“Tony gave me the connections, but it – it was my idea. I paid for it. If I didn’t, I knew he’d go over the top.” He shuffled from one foot to the other, feeling extremely self-conscious in the moment. “I saw the way she watched Treasure Planet and one of your favorite things to do with her is tell her stories about the stars. I thought maybe it would help her feel safe here. More at home.”

“You did that? Just to be a good person?”

“I don’t want you to think I was replacing her home or anything – I just…” Bucky stepped closer, suddenly feeling bolder now that she wasn’t screaming at him. “When she’s here, she talks about you. How much she misses you and loves you. She has told us every memory she has with you and everything she’s always wanted to do with you, Y/N.” He raised his hand, thumb lightly brushing away her tears. “You’re her favorite person in the world. We’re just her babysitters.”

A sob left her throat, mingling with laughter and sounding raw in that moment. She was so confused. No one had ever done anything that nice for Andie. No one had made it possible for her to have a place that genuinely looked and felt like her own. “God, you must think I’m crazy.”

“Absolutely not.”

She looked up at him, blinking away new tears as his other hand cupped her cheek. He brushed away the salty stains there. “I wouldn’t exactly blame you.”

“Let me make this up to you? Please?”

“Make up? Bucky, you don’t have to do anything.”

“But I want to.” Bucky smiled at her and in that moment, Y/N could very much imagine a life where she was dating Bucky. Where they were more than just friends and he was more than just a babysitter for Andie.

She nodded, the small action enough to let Bucky know that she was no longer mad at him. “What do you have in mind?”

-.-.-

Bucky had made sure to have Y/N sleep as much as possible. At first, she had argued, but when she was barely able to keep her head up anymore, she agreed. Bucky had carried her to one of the rooms and tucked her in with no fight from her, silently marking that as a win in his column. But he didn’t bring up the fight with Andie, knowing the kid didn’t need to know that. Instead, he thought it would be a good idea to take Andie back home.

“What are we doing here if Mom’s at your place,” Andie asked, unlocking the apartment and tossing her keys on the counter.

“You’re going to pick out some clothes for your mom.” Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. “And it’s not my place. The compound. I live in Brooklyn too, you know.”

“How come we never hang out there?” Andie walked back to her mom’s room with Bucky close on her heels.

He still hated this apartment, finding it way too unsafe for a family that spent so much time with the Avengers. He’d mentioned it to Y/N before, but every time the words left his mouth, she found a way to change the subject or shut him up. “Because I don’t think that would make your mom comfortable, Rugrat.”

“Why not? I spend most of my time with you anyway.”

“Because it’s different than what she would expect.”

“Why?”

He sighed. “It just is.”

Andie glanced at him, deciding it was best not to argue. She tugged on the beanie on her head, flattening it against her skull before opening her mom’s closet. “She doesn’t wear normal clothes much anymore.”

“That’s why we’re doing this. Not only to get you out and doing stuff, but also to give her a happy memory too.”

Andie smiled at that, nodding as she pulled out a top. It had spaghetti straps and was nice and flowy. A complete 180 from the scrubs her mom always wore. “This.” She held it out to Bucky before grabbing her mom’s leather jacket.

Bucky took the top, smiling as he watched the girl. “You’ve watched too much Project Runway with Sam, haven’t you?”

Andie’s smile turned into a sneaky grin. “Maybe.” Holding out the leather jacket, she asked Bucky, “What do you think?”

Bucky hadn’t pictured Y/N as someone to wear a leather jacket before. He was so used to seeing her wear sweatshirts, scrubs – that sort of thing. So he nodded, wanting to see her dressed as herself. Not as her job.

“Awesome!” Andie handed the jacket his way before going to the small drawers tucked in the closet. She pulled out a pair of jeans and some underwear, hiding them under the denim. “All done! Let’s go!“

Y/N hadn’t expected anything really. In fact, she thought Bucky would chicken out last minute. What she hadn’t expected was for Bucky to take her and Andie to the New York Aquarium. She looked up at the building, tugging at the sleeves of her jacket and feeling rather self-conscious in this moment. Why was this happening? What had she gotten herself into?

“Mom? You coming?”

Y/N looked down at Andie. Her daughter raised an eyebrow, watching her expectantly and standing next to Bucky. “Yeah, I’m coming, Sweetheart.” She jogged to catch up with them, falling into stride next to them. Andie reached up, taking a hand from each of them. To anyone watching, they looked like a family. A perfect fit.

But all three of them were completely unaware.

Instead of overthinking, analyzing everything they were doing, Y/N and Bucky enjoyed watching Andie race ahead. She took in everything with wide eyes and bouncing feet. Bucky had to admit, he was excited too. While he was much more intrigued with space, the ocean was a close second. And he wasn’t ready to take Y/N to the planetarium yet. That was something he wanted to make a date. Just the two of them.

Glancing at her, he rubbed the back of his neck before hearing Andie squeal in excitement. She looked up at the tunnel, eyes fixated on a shark running its course. Walking up beside her, he glanced at Y/N as he asked Andie, “So what are you most excited to see, Rugrat?”

Andie leaned back, her head meeting Y/N’s stomach as Y/N kept playing with her hair. She hummed as if she were thinking about the most important answer in the world. “The blobfish.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is that?”

Y/N laughed, offering Bucky a sympathetic smile. “It’s the ugliest fish known to mankind. Unfortunately,” she looked down at Andie, poking her in the forehead. “It’s in an aquarium in Japan.”

“Oh,” Andie murmured, straightening and looking back at the tunnel. “Then definitely the sharks.”

Andie ran ahead and Bucky took a step closer to Y/N. His hand reached for hers, brushing against it lightly. He still couldn’t bring himself to hold it. What if she pulled away? What if she was scared that Andie would get upset? But still, he leaned closer, whispering in her ear, “She went from the ugliest fish in the world to the number one predator in the ocean?”

Y/N giggled and nodded, looking at Bucky. “Are you really surprised?”

He sighed and shook his head. “With Andie? Always.”

“Come on, let’s catch up with her.”

Bucky walked alongside her, his hand lightly brushing hers. Their fingers kept grazing one another, but neither had the courage to take that final moment. Until Bucky’s pinky hooked around hers. She bit her lip, barely containing her smile as they entered one of the darker rooms. At least now she had no reason to worry about Andie noticing.

“Mom, look! Seahorses!” Andie was jumping up and down, looking through the glass. Her hand followed along the same path of one of the odd little creatures. She was acting younger than Bucky was used to seeing. She was acting like a genuine kid. How often was she able to get excited about little things like this?

Y/N and Bucky came up behind her and watched. The seahorses were maneuvering in and out, swimming around the seaweed as if it was some sort of game to them. But Bucky wasn’t watching them. He was watching Y/N. She had crouched down, pinky still intertwined with his, but she was listening to all the little facts that Andie knew.

“And it’s actually the guys that carry the babies! Not the moms! It’s so weird. Honestly? I don’t think guys could actually handle that, but – “ Andie’s gaze shifted past the seahorses. Past the seaweed, past the glass, and to the faces on the other side of the room.

“But what, Hon?”

Andie forgot what she was saying, focused instead on the family she had seen. “Mom…Is that…” She pointed, the action causing Y/N and Bucky to follow where she was looking.

Y/N rose to her feet, her heart practically threatening to beat out of her chest. Meanwhile, Bucky focused on her. He moved for the rest of his fingers to take hers, wanting to comfort her as much as he could. “Y/N?”

Y/N didn’t look at him. Instead of taking his comfort, she pulled her hand away, hiding from the affection by shoving her hand in her leather jacket. Meanwhile, Andie simply stared.

And Bucky’s heart sank as Andie whispered, “That’s my dad.”

-.-.-.–

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ask-the-twst-girls · 3 years

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Laechesis Blog-isms - Part 1: the Hike

NOTE: This is based off of the Vargas training camp event that has recently come out. The event is changed to where it involves the main cast, plus the girl OCs me and my Sisters made up. This is going to be told in Camera form, with Laechesis recording (one of the 3 fates OCs my sister made up. Shoutout to my sis, @extremelywonderfulplaces!!)

--- In the Mirror Hall ---

Laechesis: *activates Camera* K, peeps, this is me, Laechesis and my classmates and I are on a Camping trip. We have a good half of the school with us, including dorm leaders, so this outta be fun!

--- outside in the courtyard. Many students are gathered, looking over their supplies. ---

Laechesis: Okay, so here we have our dorm members looking over our supplies. *shows Atropes, Clotho and Ortho looking over their stuff. Camera then zooms to Idia, who is sitting in the corner, playing his Nintendo switch.* Idia, what's your opinion on Camp so far?"

Idia: Camp is a pain in my ass and I wanna go back to the dorm.

Laechesis: Okaaaaaay, let's check on the girls. *camera turns to Atropes and Clotho* How is Camp so far?

Clotho: Camp hasn't even started yet, and I'm excited!!!

Atropes: Heck yeah! Plus, it's not just gonna be us!' *camera zooms towards other students, who are looking over their supplies.*

Laechesis: well then, let's go ask around and see what everyone else thinks of this camping trip *camera fizzes out and then shows Members of Savannaclaw, looking over their luggage*

Leona: Ugh... so noisy. I just wanna nap. To answer your question, Retna, no. I'm not.

Taai: Leona may not be excited, but we sure are.

Ruggie: heck yeah! The wilderness is an all you can eat buffet! Shishishishi~

Jack: I'm excited as well. I've been camping with my little siblings and it was fun. Plus, this is a chance for me to test my strength.

Laechesis: Great! Now that we have our answers from Savannaclaw, let's move to the members of Scarabia *Camera fizzes before it's on Kalim and the members of the Scarabia* Kalim! You excited for camp?

Kalim: You bet! This is my first time camping so this outta be fun. Jamil, Sahara, Shi and Amee are also pretty excited.

Shi: *mutters* not really

Amee: *shakes her head*

Jamil: Well, I normally don't like getting dragged around by Kalim, but I'll admit, I'm pretty excited to be on this trip.

Sahara: You kidding me?! I'm lucky Vil is bringing extra make-up! I won't last a day without that.

Laechesis: Speaking of Vil, let's go check on Pomefiore's members~ *camera fizzes til it's on Vil and the Members of Pomefiore.* Vil, how does it feel to be on a camping trip like this?

Vil: I'm not cut out for outdoor activities. Seeing as we will be gone for a week at least, I bought enough makeup to last me and my members. *gestures to the Backpack that he is carrying. It looks like one of those big hiking backpacks*

Laechesis: Understood, Scheonheit-san. What about you Annabelle-chan? *Camera turns to Annabelle*

Annabelle: I've never been camping before, but it sounds like fun! My Dad is too old to take us anywhere like that, so I think I missed out.

Laechesis: LMAO, YOU CALLED YOUR DAD O- *camera fizzes* Anyway, Epel, Rook, Danielle, what are your thoughts?

Rook: Je suis très excité! The thrill of the outdoors and the hunt are what excite me the most about this trip *shows his bow and arrows*

Epel: You're telling me! I hope I catch a bear while I'm out there! *pulls out his pocket knife and gives his signature "I'm deadly" smirk*

Danielle: Ew, the outdoors are disgusting.

Laechesis: I'm not surprised about Rook's reaction; Epel..... WTF? And Danielle, not surprised you're a prissy B*tch.

Danielle: HOW DAR- *Camera fizzes*

Laechesis: ANYWAY, Let's take a break from the Sumptuous Pomefiore and take a look at the deadliest dorm this side of NRC, Diasomnia! *Camera fizzes again* Alrighty, Malleus-san, what is your opinion on this trip?

Malleus: I'm rather excited. Like some of the students here, this will be my first time camping, so I can't wait to see what it's like.

Lilia: Plus, I packed us enough food to last us the week~ *shows off a container of the Oblivion he calls food*

Rest of Diasomina: .......

Laechesis: Um, okay! Briar, Silver, Sebek, what about you three?

Silver: Zzzzzz

Sebek: I'm excited for whatever the young Master is excited fo-ow! *is elbowed in the gut by Briar*

Briar: Sebek, shut your trap. *turns back to the Camera* I'm actually pretty excited for this.

Laechesis: Sounds good! Now, let's go check on Octavinelle! *Camera fizzes again before it is on the members of Octavinelle* So Azul, what's your opinion on Camp?

Azul: Unfortunately, I'm not cut out for physical sports, so I'm hoping for a raise in my grade.

Laechesis: Yeah, you can barely fly, so it makes sense.

Azul: >:O

Laechesis: Jade, Floyd, Scylla, what about you three?

Scylla: Well, this is no different then what Jade does for his Club

Jade: Indeed. Plus, I'm hoping to find some mushrooms while I'm here.

Floyd: Neeee~ I wanna go swimming while I'm here. It's better then hunting for mushrooms.

Scylla: Floyd, you and Jade swim all the time.

Floyd: You swim with us too!

Scylla: Fair, but still!

Laechesis: Well, looks like you guys got your agenda sorted. Now, let's check in on Heartslaybul *camera fizzes before it's trained on Heartslaybul.* Riddle, what's your opinion on camp so far?

Riddle: Well, I've never been camping before, so this new experience should be fun and educational.

Laechesis: Oh believe me, Camping is loads of fun. Trey, Cater, Rosia, how about you guys? *Camera moves over to them*

Rosia: I think it will be a delightful time.

Cater: Yep! Plus, Trey-kun here will be making his famous Flapjacks! Hopefully we can find some berries. Plus, I'll be able to take lots of selfies~

Rosia: Remember that this is for your grade as well, Cater.

Cater: right, right.

Trey: Cooking out in the Wilderness should be a new experience for me. Besides Ruggie, a few of us are gonna be cooking. Hopefully not Lilia though.

Laechesis: Sounds good Senpais. Ace, Deuce what about.... you guys? *Camera pans over to Ace and Duece, who are fighting over a backpack* Let's leave them. Anyway, I'll film again when we reach the first sight! Take care Peepies! *Camera turns off*

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c-atm · 3 years

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Time after time (art by @invaderakira )

"Thanks for the ride, you two," Stevonnie smirked, climbing out of the backseat of Pearl's cream Impala, grabbing their bag as they did.

"It's not a problem, Stevonnie." The pale skin and peach haired teen offered.

"Yeah, it was good to see you, Vonnie." Bismuth added truthfully, with a smile, "Just wished Rose came with you. Been a while since we saw her, you know."

"Definitely would have been a nice surprise at Connie's birthday, especially since Steven didn't show." The disappointment in Pearl's voice was evident.

"Go easy on him, Pearl." Stevonnie requested, "He's going through something." They paused, looking up at their window on the third floor of the apartment turned dormitory. "As for Rose...I'll try to get her to join me for Christmas when I come back up, but she's been busy too." They chuckled, rubbing their nape. A tell-tale sign that they were holding something back.

They were never that good at hiding info, unlike their sister, Connie.

Bismuth and Pearl shared a glance but let it slide. If anybody was an expert on the subject of Rosarie Quartz Universe, it was Stevonnie Ashura Maheswaran.

"Well, If you say so." Pearl relented.

"Besides, we got to get to AMC," the rainbow dreadlocked ebony beauty reminded her 'friend.'

"Right."Pearl agreed as she revved up the engine before turning back to Stevonnie, "let Rose know where mad at her for not showing up and going," She teased, grinning.

"Tell Rose to drop us a line or something. We worry about you two." Bismuth added just as cheekily.

"Yeah, yeah. You guys are way too young for that." Stevonnie held their left hip as they put more weight on the corresponding leg, right hand holding their bag over their shoulder, "but, trust. I'll let her know."

Alright then," Bismuth buckled her seatbelt leading back, "We'll hit you up later. Keep you posted on the whole Connie-Steven situation."

"Bet." Stevonnie gave a toothy smirk, "You two have fun on your date."

The two younger women blushed but didn't say anything, Pearl opting to wave while Bismuth just rolled her eyes with an abashed smile before the two began to pull off from the curb.

With a sigh, the college sophomore turned to her apartment building of brick and marble and walked up the stone steps before opening and entering the crystal glass and gold plated door to the white tile and yellowed wall hallway.

“Hey Ty,” They waved at the security guard, a slightly older Afro-American man who sat behind the mahogany sign-in desk, as they always do.

“Oh, Stevonnie.” He greeted with a smirk as he looked up from his copy of the ‘rules of power,’ “How was your trip? Family doing good?”

“Yup, everyone doing good...Seen Rose today?”

Ty rubbed his head, “Naw. Haven’t seen her since you left.” he held his chin, “though, that’s par, of course. You guys did have a visitor,"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, thick girl with blue hair in cone buns, I forget her name, but she was in our physics class. "

"Abrasive and haughty."

"Very."

"Dark blue lipstick."

"Yup."

"Huh." Stevonnie kissed her teeth knowingly.

"Don't worry, didn't let her in." He assured, "Seemed a bit too forceful for a welcomed guest of yours and Rose."

"Thank you, Ty," They smirked, "really appreciate it."

"No problem, Von. Ah, and before I forget…" He reached behind the desk, pulling out a couple of boxes and handing them to Stevonnie. "You two got some mail."

"Thanks again, Ty." Stevonnie looked down at the boxes, smiling gently at the sender's name: Carmine Universe.

Rose's mother, better known as 'Aunt Pink' to Stevonnie.

"Another of your care packages from home?" Ty teased, getting a nod.

"They worry." Stevonnie jested. "Alright, time to see the girl herself." Stevonnie situated the boxes under their arms after they moved their bag strap between their breast."Thanks for everything, Ty." They chuckled.

"Yeah, no problem, Stevonnie. Give my regards to Rose." Ty requested before leaning back in his chair.

"Will do."

Ty gave them a nod before opening his book again as Stevonnie walked past, heading towards the elevator in the back of the hall.

Stevonnie lucked out to see the smoke-colored doors open, revealing one of the building tenants; a light-skin teenage girl with black hair and brown highlights.

"Hey Leona, hold that for me." They ran forward, catching the doors due to the girl's help. "Thanks, Leo."

"No problem," Leona responded, looking a bit confused, "you coming back from somewhere?"

"Visiting family," Stevonnie arched her left brow."Been gone for five days."

"Oh?" The teen looked away, uncomfortable.

"Ww~hh~hyy?" Stevonnie did not like Leona's shocked tone.

Leona pursed her lips in a thin line. "Well, Terrie and I heard some noise from your place two nights."

"Noise?"

"Screaming, argumentative screaming."

' So, there is a chance... I'm going to have to fuck someone up this week.' Stevonnie pondered and nodded as they pressed their floor number. "Thanks for letting me know, Leo."

"Yeah." The woman responded a bit lower as the elevator door closed, getting a glance at the calm anger on Stevonnie's face.

Stevonnie drummed the boxes with their fingers as they waited for their floor inside the burgundy box. "She's probably going to try to play it off, like nothing, so gotta be watchful of that. I hope it was nothing more than a screaming match." Stevonnie sighed as the elevator door opened again, revealing the third floor.

Brown tiles and walls with five led lights and ten lined up doors greeted Stevonnie as they made the trek towards the eighth door of the floor, not too long of one since the third was across from the elevator. They could hear the sounds of televisions playing and various foods cooking as they made their way through the hall; usually, more people would be chilling in the lobby or the fifth-floor hall. "Guess the dorm's heads cracked down for the day." They chuckled; it was a natural thing; the third and fifth floor was a bit of a rowdy bunch.

Stevonnie stopped at their door and listened for any similar sounds. "Silence. No cooking or TV," They muttered, listening closer. They could hear slight music being played as well as…

" ZZZZZZ~zzzz"

The sounds of snoring.

"Well, she's here." Stevonnie teased softly, feeling a weight slid off their chest. Placing the boxes down, and digging into the back pocket of their jeans, they borough out their key to unlock the silver locks of the burgundy wood door. Slowly she turned the gold plated knob and pushed forward. They didn't want to wake Rose yet.

Making sure the door doesn't creak, Stevonnie opened the door wide, holding it with their foot as they slipped the packages inside; swiftly and silently before closing the door behind them. Just as quickly and just as quietly.

Grabbing the packages and looking around their space’s living room, Stevonnie kissed their teeth while putting the boxes on their glass table. The room was deep cleaned, tidy, nothing out of place, and meticulously organized. Same for the bathrooms, kitchen, and Rose's room, which Rose was not in at the moment.

"Which could only mean." Stevonnie began as they walked to their room. They opened the door cardboard wood door to a nicely sized 'L-shaped' bedroom.

The walls were painted purple, with a throw rug on the wooden floor. There was a closet on the left side of the entrance door, and at the left corner, a bookshelf filled with informative textbooks, manga, Blu-ray movies, and games. The right side had a beanbag chair in the corner.

In the north side pocket of the room, in front of the window, was their black, steel, 'L' computer desk, complete with a two-monitor computer setup and all they require to study, game, stream, or work. Beside it was a blue mini-fridge. Along down in the center of the wall sat a Bluetooth sound system playing the ambiance music Stevonnie heard from outside. Between the two was a wine redwood six-drawer dresser.

Opposite the wall at the south end was their bed 'set up.' A queen mattress on a raised metal platform, with two side tables on each side the same color as the dresser and on, said bed under their violet blanket, hugging their stuffed lion was Rose.

Stevonnie shook their head as they walked up to their bed and sat down beside them before peering down to closely examine Rose's face. Brushing some of her pink curls out of her cream-colored face, Stevonnie scanned for anything out of place beside Stevonnie’s cleaned room.

They brushed their thumb across Rose's soft cheeks, plump cupid-bow lips, and round upturned eyes, trying to see if she was wearing any makeup in an attempt to hide any bruises. They sighed in relief when they found nothing.

"At least that's a good thing to see." Stevonnie mused, caressing her long time friend scalp,

"Ah!" Rose groaned at the feel of her lump being glanced, her hand instantly going to the spot, " Tender, stop touching." Rose grimaced as she opened her eyes to the cause of her lumps aggravation. "Vonnie?" Her natural, velvety tone whispered before a small, soft smile graced her lips.

“Yo, Rose.”Stevonnie greeted, ruffling through Rose’s hair, careful of the lump. “Had a nice sleep? A nice five days alone?”

“Uneventful, Vonnie.” Rose grinned, letting go of the stuffed toy and laying her head upon her friend's lap.

“Really?” Stevonnie pursed their lips, nodding with their fingers on their lips,” Nothing at all?” They looked around their clean and tidy room, “So what with the cleaning job then? Not usually something either would do. Part of the reason we get along so well as roommates.”

“I thought it because we used to get into trouble together during our high school years.”

“You mean you used to get in trouble, and I bailed you out, time after time.”

“Cause you never got into trouble on your own, time after time.”

“You mean when I was saving your ass, defending your character, calling you out, or having your back. Time after time.”

“Tsch!” Rose turned to face Stevonnie’s deep brown eyes,” that goes both ways, you know that.”

“I do,” Stevonnie smirked, “ And I’m thankful for you always doing the same for me. Being someone, I can trust, fully.” They pressed their palms on the yellow star of their red shirt, a teasing smile on their face,” am I, someone you can trust, fully Ro-Ro? “

“Hmm.” Rose groaned, “I hate when you get like this.” She sneered, “all investigative and guilt building.”

“Well, I hate it when you try to lie to me.” Stevonnie countered.

“What am I lying about?” Rose implored

“For one.” Stevonnie brushed her hair, “why have you gone radio silent with Steven and the others? Not like you to go a whole month without contacting anyone from home.”

Rose remained silent for a moment, “Did mom and dad ask?”

“Along with everyone, but yes, Aunt Pink and Uncle Greg did ask...Also, Bismuth and Pearl wanted to come up and see you, but I figured that probably wouldn’t be for the best, at the moment.”

“Aw, I would have like to have seen them.” Rose grinned sadly, “ Are they together yet?”

“Eh?” Steveonnie waved their hand, “their...Something.” They arched a brow,” though. She’s definitely over her infatuation with you, sorry.”

Rose booped Stevonnie’s narrow nose, “Hey, who led my younger brother on?”

“Ah! NOOO!” Stevonnie shook their head, “I didn’t know until he told me he felt that way, especially since he treated Connie and me the same way. You!” they pressed Rose’s button nose, “knew that Pearl was feeling you for years and didn’t do anything to dissuade her, -tap- . It’s why we fought when we first met, remember.”

“You mean, sucker-punching me.”

“You deserved it, I apologized, and you got caught slipping.” Stevonnie chuckled, “besides,” Stevonnie tapped their chest. “Look what you got out of it.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Rose brushed it off with a chuckle, and a comfortable pause settled between the two of them.

”Why are you hiding what happened, Ro-Ro? WHAT are you hiding. Ro-Ro?”

Rose hummed at the worry in her friend’s voice, “nothing, Von-von. Don’t worry about it.” She gave Stevonnie a grin, “I got it.”

“Is that why there was screaming heard two nights ago?”

Rose remained silent.

“Why you cleaned our usually messy home?”

Rose growled.

“Why there’s a bump on your head?”

“Actually, that was an accident.” Rose admitted, “Hit my head dozing off during a late-night...Hard. Leaned right off the chair and slammed onto the floor.”

Stevonnie shook their head, laughing a bit, “Yeah… That tracks, clumsy Rose.”

Rose huffed, “You love me.”

“And because I love you. I worry, in particular, when you act very differently from my best friend. So spill it.” Stevonnie poked Roses’s cheek, “What’s going on, Rosebud?”

“ Rosebud, huh?” Rose sighed, “that’s dirty...Using that name.”

“Yeah, but now you know I’m serious.”

“Yeah…” Rose rubbed her head in annoyance, “good job making me feel like a burden.”

“I mean, it been eight years. Being a burden at times comes with being a blessing. It’s what makes friendship so interesting.” Stevonnie sighed, “I just lucked out that you’re way more of a blessing than a burden.”

“Stars,” Rose groaned at Stevonnie’s victorious grin, “Fine, I’ll spill.” Rose patted the Indian beauty cheek, “ if only to give me some peace of mind.”

“Appreciate it, Ro-Ro.” Stevonnie grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “ Now speak.”

Rose sighed before she began her tale. “Ok, so, you know I started my internship at Scion labs eight weeks ago.”

“Yeah, How’s that going, by the way?” Stevonnie started, “Connie was gonna choose that as her work-study next year.”

“Hehe, uh.” Rose pursed her lips in a straight line. “Well, I feel better about that now than I would’ve, a few weeks ago.” She held her finger up to stop Stevonnie from asking questions, “Let me talk.”

Stevonnie nodded, agreeing just to listen as Rose spoke of what happened a few weeks prior and how it related to her communication blackout, as well as what happened when Stevonnie was gone.

“So...Within the first two weeks of my being at the lab, my supervisor, Ms. Lane, gave me more attention than the other interns she had under her. Letting me in on some projects and promotion they were doing. Saying that she was grooming me for when I become a member of Scion labs. It's part of the reason why I was coming back late during that time. So in the third week, she had a business conference.”

“I know you were gone for three days. Said you had a nice hotel and all that but had to cut it short.”

“Yeah...Well. That was a lie...I didn’t tell you everything that happened during that time.”

Stevonnie did not like the sudden drop of temperature in her friends’ tone of voice, “Am I gonna have to beat someone’s ass.” They huffed, kissing their teeth.

“Ease, Vonnie. Let me finish, Yeah? Yeah…So the second night of the conference, Ms. Lane decides to take us out to celebrate and see the city. We went to this nice Korean BBQ, had a good time, ate some good food, drank some sake, it was charming...time...Until it wasn’t.”

Stevonnie took note of the hurt in Rose’s voice, taking her friend’s hand in theirs and kissing her knuckles, a sign that they wouldn’t think anything less of Rose, no matter what.

“I don’t remember what happened after getting back to the hotel, but I woke up in a bed that wasn’t mine, in nothing but my boyshorts and a blouse that wasn’t mine, next to a passed out Ms.Lane, who was bare. I gathered my stuff, crept out of the room before running to mines, and just claimed to be sick for the rest of the trip. I could not look at the woman at the moment. Matter of fact, I got a cab and left.”

“Why didn’t you say anything to me?” Stevonnie implored.

“Cause I didn’t know what happened and didn’t wanna instantly jump to the worst conclusion.” Rose nearly barked, “I still wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. She was my supervisor and helped me a lot during that time...Plus, I didn’t want to bother you with what I thought was a possibility.”

“What… What you thought?”

The cold, protective rage in Stevonnie's voice was sweet to Rose but was that precisely why she didn’t tell her best friend and self-appointed protector.

“Yeah, a week after she all but confirmed it.” Rose started again. “One night, Lane caught me as I was trying to leave, ask me to stay behind to discuss the following week’s assignments—thoroughly business-like...Once, she got me into her office and got me to sit in front of her desk...She forced herself on me.” Rose shuddered in disgust. “She threatened my internship, held it hostage.” Her voice began to break as she shut her eyes to keep from crying. “She grabbed me and told me I was out if I didn’t repay her affection from the night in her hotel room.” She gripped Stevonnie shirt like a lifeline, trying to calm down. It took a few minutes and Stevonnie to hold her close to do so.

“Rosebud..” Stevonnie started.

“I didn’t do it…” Rose assured her, sniffling a little. “I knocked her across her temple, hard.”

“That’s my girl.” Stevonnie knew just exactly how hard Rose could hit. She was a near six-foot, robust and curvy stunner who can (and has) knock out grown-ass men since high school. She was also one of the sweetest, most kind, and unintentional flirtatious people Stevonnie knows. Traits Stevonnie swear she inherited from her mother. Looks and personality, just bigger on both fronts.

"Did you try to kill her?"

"No!" Rose grimaced, "Or not intentionally, she did hit her head on the way down, but I was too concerned with just getting away to check." She admitted, "I felt sick and ashamed knowing that someone I looked up to, even slightly, would take advantage of me like that. I just shut down internally. Drove into my work and studies cause the labs kept me despite everything. At the moment, I was working remotely. As for Lane, she was expelled from the labs...I don't even know how far she went, but still..."

"I'm so sorry you went through that, Rose." Stevonnie hugged her friend, "but I still wished you told me what happened. Instead of just handling it by yourself."

"I didn't handle it, more like it resolved itself…Somehow." Rose admitted, hugging her back, "Someone was watching out for me and was also a victim; they said something, I guess...At least that's what I got from Holly when she came by two nights ago, trying to start some mess."

"Holly?" Stevonnie looked at Rose with narrowed eyes, "Holly Agustine with the cone hairdo and blue lipstick? She came looking for trouble?"

Rose nodded, "She actually liked sleeping her way through the internship and blamed me for Lane's firing, said I took away her golden ticket. Victim-blame me." Rose looked down, "said If I didn't want the attention, I shouldn't have been so needy."

"Oh! Fuck her!" Stevonnie announced in rage. "I better not see that bitch try to act all civil with me."

"Don't, sweetie," Rose said, patting Stevonnie’s fist. "You don't need to fight for me."

Stevinnue sucked their teeth in response before breathing out, "I'm not going to look to fight her actively."

"Please don't."

"But if I catch her coming out her face. Specifically, if your name is involved - knock-" Stevonnie smacked their first into their palm to make their point.

Rose said nothing, but she did chuckle. "My hero," she teased before breathing out.

"Thanks," Stevonnie smiled gently.

"For what?"

"...Opening up Ro-Ro." Stevonnie brushed Rose's hair, "I know it must be hard to speak on it."

"It's...still pretty fresh." Rose confessed, "but it's a bit lighter now." She held Stevonnie by the waist, "thanks for forcing me to speak on it and listening to me, just being here for me."

"No need to thank me, Ro-Ro. We got each other, time after time."

Rose shook her but didn't argue, feeling content.

"So, what about your radio silence?" Stevonnie inquired, "Not saying you have to tell anyone about this, but a bit of contact would ease everyone else's mind and could help you too.."

Rose hummed, "I guess. Just give me time…"

"Yeah, on your own time."

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forged-through-trials · 3 years

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I had a package to deliver back in Skingrad, so I paid it one last visit before continuing further East. On the way back, guess who we ran into? M’aiq The Liar: “M’aiq wishes he had a stick made out of fishies to give to you. Sadly, he does not.” Trials: Realization dawned. “Like, I see what you’re saying. The ‘fishy-sticks’ are symbolic of the violence inherent in the system. It grinds down the worker just like the meat of delicious fish is ground down into an inedible stick.” M’aiq The Liar: “...” Trials: “And like a school of fishes rising from the deeps, we need to unite and rise up against the ruling class! Before they crush us into indigestible bricks of processed foodstuffs.” M’aiq The Liar: He was visibly confused. “...lady, I’m just a meme-guy!” Trials: “No, no, you’re right, it’s time for the revolution to begin! We’ll cast down the false-leaders of the empire, as I certainly didn’t vote for them! Dismantle White Gold Tower brick by brick! And when they asked who inspired this uprising, I’ll be sure to tell them it was ‘M’aiq The Liar’.” M’aiq The Liar: “Please don--” Trials: “And when they cut your head off and put your it on a pike, I will be there to salute you, sir, for your sacrif--” I look up to realize I’m speaking to a vaguely M’aiq-shaped dust cloud, as the real M’aiq had already raced down the road. Trials: “...huh. Poor guy. Couldn’t handle the burden of leading the revolution.” [ M’aiq Count: 6 ]

After a while of hiking, we spotted the dig-site in the distance. A few tents, surrounded by trees, on a small island just inside of the river that feeds Niben Bay. Ruin and I drew in closer, and inspected the site. Up close the place was a marvel to behold; the huge trilobite fossil in particular was quite eye-catching. Surely it’s... thousands of years old? Uh, how old is our world? Like, I don’t have the most extensive history background, but the First era was only about three-thousand years long, and the Second Era was only about nine-hundred, and now we’re in the Third Era, and we’re only up to the year 433... I don’t know for sure how long the Dawn and Merithic Eras were, but if the pattern holds true, they were only a few thousand years long at most. Is that even enough time for something to turn into a fossil? Besides the huge “fossil”, the other sight of note was this... cocoon in a tent, dripping some very pungent slime. The smell was enough to make one gag, and I really wondered how the Archie-Guild assistants could stand to be around it. Whatever this stuff is, the guildies seemed to be collecting it. I wonder whatever for? Well, now that we’re here, step one was to speak to the Assistants and see what they had to say.

Assistant Azim: “Don’t you just love field work? The fresh open air... the camping under the starry sky...?” Trials: “The burning smell of whatever that slime is corroding your nose.” Assistant Azim: “Now if you ask me, there’re two reasons why Tumyr is out in the sticks--” Trials: “Is one of them; ‘He’s ducking Teav’s flirtatious advances’?” Assistant Azim: “...okay, three reasons. “But also, because he is a congenital practical joker. One who happens to like pranking his boss, Rythor. Tumyr’s got something against stuffy desk-work, so he used a soul gem on Rythor’s library, which somehow got them to talk in their authors’ voices. He claimed that he’d intended to use it as a tool so that they could provide a sort of commentary to the texts, but what they actually did was to moan constantly about anything that had bothered them in life. Bad backs, pet hates, personal insults, anything.” Trials: “Huh. I wonder what would happen if someone used a soul gem on my Tumble-Scroll?” Assistant Azim: “I think it would start complaining about the glacial pace you’ve been posting at, lately.” Trials: I pouted. “Hey, I get busy sometimes!” Assistant Azim: “And the other reason is that Tumyr is a Khajiit, and he just loves big, green open space.” Trials: I frowned at him. “Hey, that sounds like Profiling. Would you just go and assume that because I’m Argonian I like walking in the rain?” Ruin: “...Trials, you do like walking the rain.” Trials: “...okay, but he shouldn’t go assuming it! “But, hey, you seem to know all the gossip, so what’s the story with your founder, Solan? You all seem to speak about him with such reverence, but I haven’t heard much in the way of details.” Assistant Azim: “You want me to tell you about Solan? Okay, but I don’t know any more than the rest of us about our great founder and pioneer. “Solan originally came from Hammerfell, where his family had been embroiled in the war of Betonys--” Trials: “Zzzzzz...!” Muttering in my sleep. “M-metal gear... grumble-grunt...” Ruin: “Uh, try to go easy on the politics. It puts her to sleep.” Assistant Azim: “...” He sighed slapped me to wake me up. Trials: My face still stinging. “L-Liquid!” Assistant Azim: He rolled his eyes before continuing. “Solan regards people as the keepers of sacred knowledge, and felt that everyone held some special part of Tamriels history in their souls. Trials: “I think my soul holds all of Cyrodiil’s memes!” Assistant Azim: “As such, he was a fanatical humanist, whose sense of charity and reverence of the people earned him the nickname of ‘Solan the Baptist’.” Trials: “...what the heck is a ‘baptist’?” Assistant Azim: “They dunk your head under water while saying prayers and blessings to the divines.” Trials: “I see! Well, next time I’ll be sure to threaten to ‘baptize’ Sova when she gets sassy.” Assistant Azim: “I don’t think she would appreciate that.” Trials: “I’ll just throw in some ancient Alyeid gods and she could call it ‘research’.”

The other assistant on duty here was “Assistant Quovi.” I spoke to her next, as she dusted grit and minerals off of the trilobite fossil. She didn’t have much to say, save to gossip about her superiors at the Archeology Guild. Did you know that Aster Cei is married to a Khajiit? Not one of the Southern city-dwellers, either, but a well-connected and hot-tempered lass from one of the nomadic tribes. Sova, meanwhile, was Born with a Silver Spoon in her mouth, as her snooty attitude might have suggested. Hailing from Skywatch in the Summnerset isles, she enraptured the court there from an early age. She saw the digs over here in Cyrodiil as beneath her, and took time to adjust to it. And she’s not too keen on Nords, Orcs, or... hired goons. Trials: “Hired Goons?” Assistant Quovi: “Don’t pay her too much mind. I hear that Rythor actually prefers the personal touch you only get with Hired Goons.” “Anyway, Sova’s not so bad. Once you get used to bowing to her every morning.”

Finally it was time to enter the big tent, and speak to the Khajiit himself. Gotta say, for someone who loves the great outdoors, his tent sure has a lot of hard-to-transport amenities. I understand that books on paleontology might be important for his work, but the mental image of him carefully arranging his bookshelf every time they make a new camp amused me. Tumyr: “Hello? And who might you be?” Trials: “Hey, I’m ‘Forged-Through-Trials,’ and he’s ‘Ruined-Tail.’ We’re new hires.” Ruin: “A pleasure.” Tumyr: “Really? So nice to meet you. I’m ‘Tumry,’ resident paleontologist.” Trials: “Anyway, we swung by because Teav needs a vial of your famous Dissolving Agent.” Tumyr: “Ah, poor timing, I’m afraid. I’ve run dry of the stuff, for the moment. Used it all to dig out that Ampryx out there.” Trials: “Oh, you mean, the trilobite?” Tumyr: “Yes. It’s a new species I just discovered, so I get to name it. I’ve dubbed it ‘Ampyx Adapsys’.” Trials: “Fascinating stuff, really, but--” Tumyr: “Slithering along the coastline, filter feeding on sand, their chitin exoskeleton and long spines helped protect them from ambush predators.” Trials: I rolled my eyes. “Listen, Tumyr The Science-Guy, we’re here about the Dissolving Agent. If you’re all out, where or when can we get more?” Tumyr: “Oh, making more? That’s easily done, so long as you’ve got the sliiiiiiiime.” Trials: I made a face at him. “Eww, I don’t like how you said ‘slime’. You make it sound vaguely carnal.” Ruin: He visibly paled. “...well, there’s a mental imagine I’m going to be trying to flush for the rest of the day.” Trials: “You and me both, bruh.” Tumyr: He pouted. “I’m just talking about the stuff that leaks from the cocoon I have outside. It’s the active ingredient in my Dissolving Agent. You just mix it with five Green Stain Cup Caps and you have one vial of the agent.” Trials: “...what a coincidence! I happen have five Green Stain Cup Caps right here.” I passed him the Cup Caps. “It’s almost like... there is someone outside of the Aubris who has experienced all of this before and is guiding my actions, or something.”

Tumyr: He blinked in confusion. “...what... is she looking at?” Ruin: He simply shrugged. Tumry: “...” He shook his head, and passed the finished Dissolving Agent to Ruin. “I think I’d better trust this to you.”

Fast forward past a short hike back toward the Archie-Guild castle, and Ruin and I were back and speaking to Teav. Ruin passed him the Dissolving Agent, which delighted Teav, who assured us that after some careful preparation, he could begin to carefully remove the contamination and corrosion obscuring the Metallic Shard’s Inner Matrix to further study the artifact. Teav: “I’ve also got some good news for you. Rythor, our Headmaster, has returned from his expedition. I’ve already put in a good word for you.” Trials: “Aww, thanks! I appreciate your doing that for me.” Teav: “You deserve it. Weird as you are sometimes, you do get the job done. Rythor has told me he’d like to meet you in person. You can find him in the Library.”

A hop, skip and jump later, and we’d found the Library. As you might imagine for the library owned by a bunch of nerds, the place was huge, and filled wall to wall with books... and a giant dragon skull. Gotta say, it’s an effective conversation-starter. Which, given the story Assistant Azim told me about Tumyr’s prank, getting a conversation started isn’t the problem. It’s getting the books to shut up! Book Written by Pelagius III: “And I’ll go into people’s houses at night and wreck up the place!” Dragon Skull: “Well, he’s lost my vote.” Rythor: Obviously irate. “Shut up, both of you! I’m going to kill Tumyr the next time I see him.” He finally noticed Ruin and I, and offered a wave, his demeanor changing immediately. “Greetings. You must be the new recruit I’ve heard so much about.” Trials: “IDidn’tDoEet! Except for the cool stuff. That I did the hell out of!” Rhythor: “...” He straightened his robes anxiously. “Well, I’ve mostly heard only the cool stuff. “I’m ‘Kal Rythor,’ Archeology Guild Headmaster. Teav tells me you’ve done a fine job clearing out that Spire. Given the decent job you did there, and our clear, dire need for some muscle, I’m making you the guild’s official ‘Enforcer.’ You’re now a permanent member, responsible for clearing any hurdles we may run into.” Trials: “Huh. ‘Enforcer’? Makes me sound like a bouncers, or like one of those Made Mer from the Camonna Tong. You’re not gonna send me to go make offers people can’t refuse, are ya?” Rythor: “...” He smiled knowingly. “Funny you should mention that...” Ruin: He frowned thoughtfully. “Oh, here we go.” Rythor: “On the expedition I just returned from, we’d found another Spire, similar to the one you just cleared. There’s more than just one!” Trials: “Well, need me to go in and clear that one out, too?” Rythor: “Not unless you’re into lawn-care. The problem there isn’t monsters, it’s that it’s overgrown with nearly impenetrable vines. There is, however, a nearby mine that burrows deep into the same mountain. “This is where you come in. I need you to speak with the Mine Foreman down there, help him see the virtue of our cause, and convince him to dig a tunnel into the Antechamber.” Trials: “...I feel like cutting through vines would be a lot easier than tunneling through solid rock.” Rythor: “You’d think that, but Cyrodiilic vines are so tough it takes a literal act of god to move them. “Now, go convince those minders to dig that tunnel for us.” Trials: “And what if they refuse?” Rythor: “Then convince your fist to make friends with their noses until they agree.” Trials: Flabbergasted. “...wow! Is that really necessary? I mean, they’re not Sova.” Rythor: “If it comes to it. Meanwhile, I’m going to lead an excavation effort at the Spire you’ve just cleared. “Godspeed, my Enforcer.”

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