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harrysweasleys · 3 years

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caught in the act // f.w

summary: how do you feel about writing a request for professor!fred and professor!reader bantering like cRaZy at hogwarts a few years after graduation and things just ~happen~ between them both? like maybe they try to one up each other all the time or they just dislike one another OR they're secretly dating but try to hide it from the students but the students know anyway? i don't even care what it is, i just desperately need professor fred k love u BYE

warnings: flirty and steamy, mentions of food

word count: 3.7k

a/n: OK so this idea was stemmed from a very long chat between me, @ickle-ronniekins and @wand3ringr0s3 and it has finally been brought to life! this was so much fun to write and i really hope you all enjoy :) [i do not give consent for my work to be reposted on any platform.]

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The familiar echo of the Hogwarts bell never failed to make you jump out of your skin. Especially when you were currently eyeing a class full of students in eerie silence, broken only by the occasional drop of a quill. Their practice exam required lack of noise to the point where you swore you could hear the movements of your ribs as you inhaled and exhaled.

The ringing sound echoed throughout the class for a short moment, the students in front of you all placing their quills down and forming a line towards your desk, their parchment in hand and some of their faces rather sullen. It was only a practice exam, but the real deal was coming up in a few weeks and revisions were taking up a majority of their free time. You couldn’t tell if their expressions were from the work they just did or from the lack of sleep.

You remembered your exam days at Hogwarts. Long, dreary nights in the common room by the fire until the sun came up, your eyes burning out of your scalp from reading scribbles and notes all night long. Those really were the days, weren’t they?

“I don’t think I did so well, Professor,” one of your students, a fourth year Hufflepuff, said with a defeated tone to his voice, “I couldn’t remember the proper spell.”

You had found it rather odd that for a Charms class, the students had to do a written practice exam. It wasn’t your decision — but you surely questioned it.

“It’s alright, Edwards,” you grinned back, “It’s not the final thing. This will only prepare you for the one you take in two weeks. Remember, that one is a performance exam. If you’ve got your wand movements down, you’ll be all set.”

The boy nodded, no trace of a smile on his face as he turned away and trudged out of the class, his overly heavy backpack hanging off of his shoulder.

A frown formed on your lips as the next student walked towards your desk, a confident smile on her face as she handed you her exam paper, “Have a good day, Professor!”

You were about to wish her a good day in return, but a figure by the door caught your attention instead.

Fred Weasley — or, rather, known to his students as Professor Weasley — stood with his hands in his pockets, his button up shirt tucked tightly into his slacks. His hair was short, standing up and looking soft as ever.

He shot you a quick wink, causing you to shake your head with a small laugh before you returned to collecting exams. You couldn’t give away that you were, indeed, dating a fellow professor. You were sure, due to the countless times you’ve popped in and out of each other’s classes, that some of them were suspicious. But you could hardly think about that too much without getting paranoid.

Your students filed out of the classroom one by one, each of them excited to finally be on lunch break. You could hear a few of them mutter a quick ‘good afternoon, Professor Weasley’ as they passed by him in the doorway, none of them striking any sort of conversation, much to your pleasure.

“And what can I help you with?” you grinned, standing up from your chair and placing a clip around the stack of papers, sitting them down in the corner of your desk so you could remember to take them with you and look at them in your office later in the evening. You much preferred to do your grading and marking at night — you felt much more ‘in the zone,’ so to speak.

He walked over to you, hands still in his pockets, “What? Can’t pay my girl a visit during breaks?”

You scoffed, taking out a large stack of paper from your desk drawer and preparing for the class of sixth years you had after your break. Fred was inching closer to you with each passing second, taking strides with his long legs as if time was running out and he was trying to get to you as soon as possible without running. You stifled a laugh at his movements.

“Considering no one knows I’m your girl, I’d say no,” you replied, giving him a small smirk, “We don’t want to get caught like last time do we?”

You mentally cringed, thinking back to when fellow professor Neville Longbottom caught you and Fred at the Hogwarts staff Christmas party, your bodies nearly flushed to each other and his head dipping down to whisper in your ear. That might not be a giveaway, but considering the nature of Fred’s words and the way your eyes grew wide as you gave him a slap across the chest, it was a bit of a statement. Neville had asked you that night if anything was going on between you two, to which you replied ‘it’s late, I need to leave.’

“Well, it would be a shame for the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher to be dating the Charms teacher,” he said, a fake grimace on his face, “You’re only the most brilliant person in this entire school. I would be so ashamed if people knew. The highest held Professor, me, dating you, the lowly Charms teacher — a tragedy, really.”

“Oh, excuse me,” you placed a hand over your chest, stepping closer to him and leaning against the edge of your desk, “A shame, you say? I’ll have you know people much prefer my class to yours, anyways. Actually, just this morning, a group of Hufflepuffs told me they liked me best.”

The corner of his lip curved up into a smirk, leaning closer and wrapping his arms around your waist, his hips leaning against yours. You felt his hands slide lower down your back, giving your bottom a quick squeeze.

“Hands off, Freddie,” you poked him in the chest, “This relationship has now become a competition.”

He pursed his lips, “Well, can the academic competition start tomorrow after we perform the, to kindly put it, physical competition in my room tonight.”

You slid away from him, shaking your head, “You are unbelievable.”

“Well, believe it, love,” even though you weren’t facing him, you could hear the smirk in his voice, “This is all yours.”

“Uh, Professor Y/L/N?”

You spun on the spot, colour draining completely from your face. You heard Fred let out an awkward cough, facing the doorway where someone now stood. One of the students from your previous class was standing awkwardly, books in her arms and a confused look on her face.

“Oh, hello, Miss Myers,” you sighed, running a hand down your face, “Professor Weasley, do you mind giving us a moment?” Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, and the temperature in the room was now a million degrees warmer than it previously was.

Fred grumbled a quick ‘of course,’ and made his way out of the room, turning to give you a wide-eyed expression before closing the door behind him. You let out a deep sigh, falling back into your chair, tossing your hair over your shoulder and looking over at your student.

“Did I interrupt something?” she asked, clearly fighting a grin.

You waved your hand, “No! No,” you tried your best to act nonchalant, letting your student take a seat in front of you, “So, what can I help you with?”

She began expressing her worries for the upcoming exam, all the while you tried giving her the best tips and advice on how to study her charms carefully and safely. You couldn’t count the number of times students had tried their spells outside of the class and had something go horribly wrong. No one wanted to deal with that again.

Though, you kept wondering what she meant by ‘interrupting something.’

You knew that she didn’t mean it in an accusatory manner — you weren’t all cozied up to Fred when she walked in. She couldn’t have seen anything, could she? Even if she did, who would she tell? Headmistress McGonagall was well aware of your relationship with Fred. But she was the only one who knew. You didn’t want to even think about the rumours that would spread if word broke out about your — to put it scandalously — affair.

You honestly weren’t sure what was holding you back from just announcing it. If McGonagall approved, what’s the worst that could happen?

“Thanks for the help, Professor,” Miss Myers’ voice cut your internal rambling short, causing you to shake your head.

“No problem, my door is always open,” you grinned, motioning your hand in the direction of the door. She gave you a bright grin and picked up her backpack, turning to give you a little wave before making her way out of the classroom, once again, the door shutting closed behind her.

A loud groan left your lips before you dropped your head, letting your forehead smack loudly against the hardwood surface.

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The next two weeks felt like a whirlwind. Not only was the end of term approaching as rapidly as ever, but because your fifth years were rushing towards you every hour of the day to prepare for their OWLs, you were feeling rather happy that you only had a few days left before you were out of here. A lot of them seemed to get the hang of their Charms abilities, but many of them still seemed to be a little off. You couldn’t blame them — fifth year was rough — but you really wanted them all to be successful and to pass. Many of your students wanted to go on and be Aurors. A passing Charms mark was kind of a necessity.

“So you’re alright with overlooking the exam?” the Headmistress asked, her pointy hat standing tall on her head as her emerald robes flowed loosely behind her, the two of you walking towards the Great Hall, “You won’t be alone, but I just wanted to double check.”

You grinned, “Of course, it would be my pleasure.”

The walk to the Hall wasn’t long, but you were feeling suddenly anxious. You had poured your heart and soul into the teaching that you had done this year — you only hoped it paid off enough. You didn’t want to disappoint or let your students down. This was the most important exam yet.

The Charms exam was tomorrow at noon, so you weren’t sure why your wand was in a knot just yet, but the anxious bubbles in your stomach hadn’t calmed down over the last few days, to be totally honest.

You walked into the silent Hall, no students present yet, and came to a halt as you spotted the redheaded man standing all the way on the other side.

“Oh, so you’re my ever so lovely companion this afternoon?” he grinned, standing up off of his chair and placing the stack of papers down on the table in front of him, his sweater clinging rightfully to his body and causing you to scan your eyes up and down his figure. He had a pen sticking out from behind his ear and you could see the pleased expression cross his face, even from the other side of the room.

“I suspect you two will behave,” McGonagall said from next to you, her eyes twinkling with some sort of amusement as she gazed between the two of you, eyebrows raised.

“When do I not behave, Minerva?” Fred asked cockily, shoving his hands into his pockets — which suddenly seemed to be a signature move for him. You weren’t really sure where it came from, but you weren’t complaining. It gave him some sort of authoritarian vibe, which was one of the many reasons you felt as if today might be a tough day.

Leaving you and Fred alone, McGonagall left the hall with a quick shake of her head, her little heels clacking loudly. You rolled your eyes, walking over to stand next to him. Even as you walked up the few stairs to the platform, Fred’s height towered over you and caused you to crane your neck up to look him in the eyes.

“Well, well, well,” he grinned, his hands finding their way to your lower back, sliding down so that they rested in the bum pockets of your jeans.

“Fred!” you squeaked, giving him a light slap across the bicep before pulling away, “We’ve almost been caught twice. Third time is definitely not the charm, here.”

He let out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating and his eyes crinkling in the corners. You loved the sight of him in a good mood, your heart doing a little flip in your chest as he ran a hand through his hair.

You couldn’t help yourself, leaning up onto your tip toes and pressing a light kiss to his lips, pulling away ever-so-quickly, reaching up and pulling the pen out from behind his ear in the process, putting it down on the little desk next to the chair he was previously seated in.

“Ha! Gotcha,” you grinned, using your index finger to tap his nose lightly.

“Oh, okay,” he nodded, hands immediately finding their way around your waist, “That’s not fair, love.”

His lips quickly found their way down to yours, warm and inviting as always. No matter how many times you kissed him, you never got tired of it. You still got the same amount of tingles and butterflies as you did the first time he kissed you. And that’s not something you ever imagined would change.

“Fred,” you mumbled against his lips, a low groan leaving his throat as you tried your best to wiggle out of his grasp. You could hear the voices of students down the corridor— they were bound to enter the Great Hall any second now. This was not the position you wanted them to see you two in.

“Fine, fine,” he mumbled, pulling away and rolling his eyes. His lips were red and his cheeks were slightly flushed, but he looked as dashing as ever. It was hard for him not to look like this, actually. Something in Fred Weasley’s blood just made him irresistible. You often felt like cursing him out, honestly.

Seconds later, the large door opened and the room was no longer silent. Fred shot you a quick wink, sending your heart into a fluttering frenzy, before you turned to face the oncoming group.

“Good morning!” you announced with a somehow steady voice, “Everyone find your seat so we can begin!”

It took a few minutes, but eventually the group each found their assigned desks and sat down, taking out their quills and parchment.

“You have two hours,” Fred clapped his hands together, echoing loudly throughout the room, “And the two of us will be here if you have any questions. The lovely Professor Y/L/N has volunteered to keep me company, probably because she finds me irresistible—” you rolled your eyes, “—but we’ll both answer any questions you have.”

You looked to the ground, hair falling into your face as you bit your tongue, holding back any snarky remarks towards your idiotic boyfriend. He really wasn’t helping the whole ‘lowkey’ aspect to your relationship.

“Does anyone have any questions before we start?” he asked, lifting his left arm to check the watch on his wrist. You finally peered back up, gazing over at the large clock that was sitting behind you. You immediately regretted not bringing a cup of tea or a snack, but the two hours were bound to fly by. This wasn’t your first time overlooking an exam period, and each time you’ve done this before, it’s never felt like it was dragging on.

“Good luck everyone!” you called out with a smile, clapping your hands together. They all began scribbling away as you finished your sentence, the scratching sound being the only noise you could hear as any previous chatter had now completely ceased.

You walked slowly over to Fred, your hands crossed over your chest as you raised an eyebrow, “Really smooth, you know? Nearly gave us away, you did.”

He shrugged, giving you a lopsided grin, “Oh, come on. Pretty sure half this lot know we’re together anyways. They may be younger, but they’re not completely dim-witted.”

Scoffing and turning your back to the group to face him better, you tried your best to give Fred a serious glare, “None of them are dim-witted, Fred. I’m just saying it would be nice to avoid the drama that comes with public teacher relationships.”

You took a step back as he took one towards you, trying your best to maintain some sort of professional distance. The students might be busy with their work, but that didn’t mean they were blind to the two Professors standing watch at the front of the room.

“I gotta admit, love,” he nodded his head, lowering his voice and leaning in, “the sneaking around has been rather fun.”

His voice sent shivers down your body, goosebumps rising on your skin. You forgot how to breathe for a second, quickly trying your best to regain your composure so the students didn’t see you looking like a fish out of water.

You let out a low cough, clearing your throat and nodding, “It has, hasn’t it?”

The grin on his face was practically contagious, causing the corners of your own lips to turn up before lifting a hand to toss your hair out of your face. You gazed up at him, running your tongue over your bottom lip before pulling it between your teeth, shooting him a wink in the process.

You could see the way his eyes were drawn to your every move, looking at your lips as if in some sort of trance. It caused a little sense of pride to blossom in your chest, to be honest. Fred was often the one who had you locked in a permanent dreamy state. It wasn’t everyday that you had the upper hand.

“Not bloody fair,” he tossed his head back, “Y’know how badly that makes me want to kiss you.”

You smirked, giving him a quick shrug of your shoulders and turning away, swaying your hips as you walked over to the chair that was a few feet away, sitting down comfortably and giving him another wink. You could tell his gaze was on your hips as you walked away — the darker tone in his eyes now locked on you.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

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“You’re a real piece of work, y’know?” he groaned in your ear, leaning over you as you organized the pile of recently collected exams, making sure that Fred’s proximity wasn’t a distraction. You weren’t being overly successful at that last part, though. You could smell his cologne and the warmth of his skin as he stood mere inches away, knowing damn well that he was causing you to stutter in your work.

You had been teasing Fred the entire exam period, sending him winks and lingering looks, even being bold enough to run your hand through his hair at one point, making sure to rake your nails lightly down the nape of his neck, enough to cause his body to erupt in goosebumps. He gave you a stern look after that, letting you know that he was now completely and utterly under your charm.

“Am I? Well, this is a competition, if you remember correctly. I think I won.” you spun around, leaning against the desk, a teasing look on your face.

“Oh, you definitely won,” his hands slid around your waist, delicately but firmly. He had a way with body language that was unmatched, you had to admit.

Taking a step closer to you and pulling your body closer to his, he dipped his head and began to pepper your jaw with light kisses.

“Fred,” you giggled, weakly attempting to push him away, “Not right now.”

He groaned against your neck, his lips continuing to press kisses along your skin. It was rendering your mind nearly completely blank, but you tried your best to stay focused, to make sure that you guys wouldn’t get caught and ruin the secrecy aspect to your hidden romance. Plus, you really didn’t want McGonagall to catch you in such a scandalous position.

“Honestly, do you have no self control?” you asked, successfully pushing him away. You missed the warmth of his body pressed against yours, but you had a feeling you’d be getting a lot of that tonight so you weren’t too upset about it. He’d more than make up for it in a few hours.

“Not around you, love,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair. You wished you were the one doing it instead, but once again, you had a feeling you’d be doing that quite a bit tonight, so you figured you’d wait until you could do it with no worries of anyone cutting in. He loved the feeling of your hands running through his hair, delicately giving little tugs every now and then.

You let out a laugh, shaking your head as you picked up the pile of finished exams, “You’re too much.”

Fred followed closely after you as you made your way towards the exit of the Hall, his hands empty but he kept them to himself this time, “But you love me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

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After having been empty this afternoon, the Great Hall was now bustling with life. The four house tables were filled with students and food, echoes of distant and nearby conversations reverberating around the crowded room. It wasn’t a sight one could get used to. Yes, you had spent seven years of your youth here, and a few years as a Professor now, but the atmosphere of this room would never quite sink in.

Professor Neville Longbottom, who was currently seated next to you, was rambling on about a mishap that happened in his class that day — something about a first year Gryffindor knocking over eight potted plants — and you nodded along and laughed as he made jokes.

“Can you believe it?” he asked, eyes wide as he munched on a potato, “He thought Mandrakes and Mimbulus Mimbletonia were the same thing!”

You let out an amused snort, “Kind of hard to think that,” you took a sip of your goblet of wine, “But I guess some people don’t have the magical knack for plants that you do.” You nudged him in the side with a smile.

He grinned at the compliment, the tips of his ears turning a deep shade of red. Neville was two years below you while in school, but his knowledge of plants and nature was way beyond you.

The conversation fell to a lull and Neville became invested in chatting with the person to his other side. You didn’t pay much attention to who it was, as your eyes were now trained to the other end of the table, where the usual seat of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor was occupied by your boyfriend.

His eyes were already looking in your direction, causing a heat to surge through your body. A lazy smile was on his lips, and he clearly wasn’t paying attention to the elderly Professor Slughorn seated to his right.

“I love you,” you could read his lips, his eyes bright as they stayed locked on yours. His smile was genuine and loving, quite opposite to the teasing one he usually gave you, and it left your stomach feeling rather fluttery.

You bit your lower lip, fighting a grin, before moving your lips in return, “I love you more.”

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themetaphorgirl · 4 years

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I asked for cute and cuddly things so I could write something adorable!! I tried to combine as many as possible!

@therestisconfettis : “the psolc babies making a pillow fort!!”

@birds-are-better-than-you : “My brain immediately goes to people actually listening to him talk instead of cutting him off, but thats just rooted in sadness”

@fragolinaa : “I just want people cuddling him, maybe someone who hasn't yet like Emily or Dave?”

@purpleturtle31extra : “Spending an off day exploring music together! Like showing him songs that remind you of him or a certain memory..”

anonymous: “cute cuddly idea: u mentioned Emily and Dave getting Spencer legos. Write a little thing of a rainy day or whatever and everyone’s just chilling building random shit with legos and then there’s gonna be Spencer actually building something with proper ratios and actual potential urban planning and everyone else is just like “hmm... I have built something vaguely resembling a plane”

anonymous: “omg cuddly mom alex?? maybe spencer napping with her and he has a nightmare??”

I hope I touched on everything!! I think I captured at least a little bit of everything!!!

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“Hey,” Emily said. “Are you feeling okay?”

Spencer dragged his fork around his plate, his chin resting heavily in his hand. “I’m not hungry,” he said dully.

“This is your last day to eat whatever you want,” she pointed out. “Go get something sugary. Donuts or something.”

He shrugged, and she bit back a sigh. Everyone else had left on Wednesday afternoon to spend Thanksgiving break with their respective families- literally everyone, even Hotch- and while they’d had a nice Thanksgiving at James’s house, and she was enjoying having her room all to herself, she and Spencer had been left behind, and the kid was moping like it was his job. She was starting to figure out that while he liked doing things on his own, he needed the security of knowing that everyone else was nearby.

“I guess I’ll go get some chocolate milk or something,” Spencer sighed, sliding down from his chair.

“See? There you go,” she said. “Treat yourself.”

As soon as he slid down from his chair and trudged away she pulled out her phone.

the cause of hotchner’s headaches

9:09am

You guys need to help w the kid hes so sad i dont know what to do

James texted back first, which didn’t surprise her.

doctor james, medicine man

9:10am

Is he okay?

the cause of hotchner’s headaches

9:10am

HES SAD I CANT HANDLE IT COME HELP ME

spaghetti grandpa

9:11am

He’ll be fine. He knows everybodys coming back today right?

the cause of hotchner’s headaches

9:12am

HE IS SAD NOW COME OVER

She set her phone aside as Spencer walked back up to the table with a carton of chocolate milk in his hands. “Can you open this for me, please?” he asked.

She did and handed it back, but he didn’t drink it. “How about we go watch a movie or something?” she suggested. “While we’re waiting for everybody to get back on campus. That’ll be fun, right?”

He shrugged. “I guess,” he said. “What time is it?”

“A little after nine.”

He scrunched up his face, calculating. “Who do you think will be back first?” he asked.

“I don’t know, babe, we’ll have to see,” she said. “Drink your milk and we’ll get out of here.”

He sighed. “I don’t think I want it anymore,” he said. She shot him her best impression of Alex’s mom look. He rolled his eyes, but he drank it anyway.

Outside the dining hall it was cold and gray and dreary, rain falling just steadily enough to be irritating. She pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and made Spencer put his purple galaxy-print raincoat on over his his sweater before they walked down the steps.

“Do you think the weather will ground planes?” he asked anxiously.

“Your guess is as good as mine, squirt,” she said. “It’ll definitely rain all day, but I don’t know if it’ll affect planes. You’ll probably know better than me.”

He said nothing, but he slipped his small hand into hers. She squeezed back gently. The kid had been perfectly well-behaved the whole time she’d been left to watch him, but it was frustrating to see him so sad and quiet and droopy. She didn’t think it was possible to be homesick for other people, but Spencer definitely had a bad case of it.

They settled in the common room, but the cozy space seemed cavernous and empty without the rest of the group. Spencer left his coat and his shoes in his room and settled into Alex’s usual spot on the couch, leaning on the armrest.

“So what do you want to do, kiddo?” she said. He raised and lowered one shoulder. She huffed. “I’ll just pick something then.”

“Nothing scary, please,” he said, his chin resting on his folded arms.

“No, don’t worry, I learned my lesson,” she said. She grabbed a Star Wars off the shelf- she wasn’t sure which one it was, but she figured she couldn’t go wrong with something sci fi.

“Hotch’s plane lands at eleven, right?” he said as she plunked down on the opposite end of the couch.

“I think so,” she said. She reached over and ruffled his hair lightly. “Stop overthinking, you’re going to blow a fuse in there. Everyone will be home soon, don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not worried,” he mumbled.

They got about halfway through Star Wars (she still wasn’t entirely sure which one it was) when they heard Dave and James on the stairs. “Hey, guys!” Dave called. “We’ve got presents!”

Emily paused the movie. “What do you mean, presents?” she said. “What’d you bring me?”

James and Dave each held large plastic tubs that they dropped with heavy clatters on the floor. “Spencer, you’ve been having fun with the legos we got you for your birthday, right?” James said.

Spencer raised his head. “Yeah,” he said slowly.

“Well, we decided to dig around for our old lego collections you can have your own giant collection,” Dave said.

He slid off the couch. “Really?” he said.

“Yeah, absolutely,” James said. “Go get yours, we’ll put them all together.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up. “Okay!” he said, darting off to his room.

“Oh my god, thank goodness you two are here,” Emily said.

“You know, you said he was sad, and I didn’t believe it till I saw him,” Dave said, wrenching the lid off the first bin. “He looks like a deflated balloon.”

“See? I wasn’t lying,” Emily said. “Poor kid has been moping all week.”

James checked his phone. “Hopefully everybody will get in without any problems,” he said. “Alex texted me a little bit ago and said they delayed her flight by an hour.”

“Oh, yikes,” Emily said. “She’d better get back here soon. And don’t tell the kid that, he’ll worry more.”

Spencer ran back into the room with his legos. “How should I organize them?” he asked. “Color first or size first?”

“How about we, you know, build something?” Dave suggested as he sat down on the couch. “C’mere, passerotto, I think I have all the pieces to the batcave.”

“Ooh, which version?” James asked as Spencer sat down on the floor in front of Dave.

“I don’t know. I think I built it once when I was Spencer’s age and then never touched it again.”

Emily leaned over James and scooped up a handful of plastic pieces. “What are you going to build?” she asked.

“Hey, don’t copy me!”

They worked on their projects mostly in companionable silence, sometimes absent chatter. Rain continued to tap at the windows. At least Spencer seemed distracted at last, focused on his projects.

Lightning cracked, white light shining through the window for a brief moment, and everyone jumped; Spencer knocked over one of his structures. “Holy shit,” Emily said. “That was terrifying.”

“You okay?” Dave asked, touching Spencer’s arm lightly.

He nodded, leaning against Dave until he lifted him onto his lap. “Do you think everybody’s okay?” he asked. “Planes can’t always fly in this sort of weather.”

“I’m sure everybody’s fine,” Dave reassured him. Spencer bit his lip, still staring out the window. “So what have you been building?”

“Scale model of campus,” he said. “Well, it’s not exactly to scale. But it’s pretty close.”

James held up a lump of legos. “This was supposed to be a plane,” he said. “But it doesn’t look particularly aerodynamic.”

Spencer laughed. “What kind of plane is it supposed to be?” he asked. “It looks like an off-kilter Cessna.”

“I don’t know. Just...a plane,” James said.

“I’m trying to see how tall I can build this thing without it falling over,” Emily said. “Not much success yet.”

“I’m sure you know, caro,” Dave said, poking Spencer lightly in the side. “How tall is the tallest lego structure ever?”

“The tallest one is in Milan, it’s a hundred and fourteen feet, eleven inches tall,” he said. “The previous tallest was just a hundred and fourteen feet tall, in Budapest.”

“Milan, hm?” Dave said. “Maybe I’ll go see it next time I’m over there.”

“There’s one in Tel Aviv that was built to be four feet taller but-”

Lightning cracked again and Spencer jumped. Dave rubbed his back lightly. “It’s okay, it’s just a bad storm,” he said. It was too late, though- the attempts at distraction had failed, and Spencer was clearly back to worrying, the corners of his mouth tugging down.

Dave looked over at Emily. What should we do? he mouthed. She shrugged helplessly.

Thankfully, right at that moment heavy footsteps echoed on the stairs. Spencer raised his head. Please let it be one of our group, please let it be one of our group, Emily thought fervently.

A tall figure in a rain-soaked coat made it to the top of the stairs, almost terrifying for a split second, but he threw back his hood and shook his head. “Jesus, that was a nightmare,” he said.

Spencer scrambled to his feet and ran towards him, nearly kicking Dave in his haste. “Hotch!” he shrieked, throwing his arms around his waist.

“Hey, kiddo!” Hotch said, bending to hug him. “Hey, careful, it’s raining really hard out there, I’m drenched and I don’t want you to get wet.”

“How was your flight?” James asked.

Spencer, undeterred, still clung to Hotch; Hotch ran his fingers through his thick short curls. “Unbelievably shitty,” he said. “Flights were getting canceled left and right, it’s just storming bad everywhere. If I hadn’t gotten such an early flight, I might not’ve made it back.”

“That’s what we’ve been worrying about,” Emily said. “And when I say we I mean Spencer.”

Hotch tugged him back so he could see his face. “Hey, stop worrying,” he said. “Everybody will get back eventually. I promise.”

“I can’t help worrying,” Spencer said. “What if everybody’s flights get delayed? What if something happens to their planes. What if-”

Hotch scooped him up. “Hey, I think the dining hall’s open for lunch,” he said. “Anybody else hungry? I didn’t have time for breakfast before my flight and all they gave me was one packet of pretzels.”

“They stopped giving away peanuts because of allergies becoming more common,” Spencer said, leaning his cheek against Hotch’s shoulder even though his coat was soaked with rain.

“Yeah?” Hotch said. “How about you go get your coat and your shoes, okay? I’m starving.”

“Okay,” Spencer said reluctantly. Hotch set him back down on his feet and he ran down the hall to his room.

“I am so glad you’re back, Hotchner,” Emily said, sweeping her lego tower back into the bin. “He’s been so sad with everybody gone.”

“I can tell,” he said. “Has he been like this the whole time?”

“Oh, yeah,” Emily said. “I’ve barely been able to get two words out of him.”

“Even when they came over for Thanksgiving he wasn’t talking much,” James added.

Hotch sighed. “I didn’t even think about this,” he said. “Poor kid.”

Emily’s phone buzzed. “Oh, it’s Penelope,” she said. “I’ll put her on speaker. Hey, Pen, how’s it going?”

“Terrible!” Penelope said, her voice crackling over the line. “I made the flight from California to Texas for my layover, but they canceled my connecting flight. It’s storming too bad.”

“Oh, yikes,” Dave said. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” she sighed. “They have me booked for a flight first thing in the morning, and the airline is putting me up in a hotel for the night, but it’s so frustrating.”

“I’m sure,” James said. “Stay safe, okay? Do you need anything?”

“Are you kidding? The hotel has like a million channels and room service, I’m doing great!” Penelope said. “I’ll call you guys in the morning before my flight, okay? Talk to you soon!”

Emily sighed as the call ended. “Well, that’s one down,” she said.

“Penelope’s not coming?”

Spencer peeked out of the hall, his rainboots on and his coat dragging from his hand. “Yeah, her connecting flight got canceled,” Dave said. “But she’s safe, and she’ll be on a flight tomorrow, okay? So don’t worry.”

Judging by the way he pressed his mouth together, he definitely was worried. Emily pushed herself up from the floor. “Let’s go get lunch, okay?” she said. “Before Hotch starves.”

The rain had gotten decidedly worse, coming down in heavy sheets and flooding patches of the courtyard. Her umbrella helped a little but not much; Dave complained loudly the entire walk over. Spencer stayed glued to Hotch’s side, clinging tightly to his hand even once they made it to the warm safety of the dining hall.

Hotch pulled Spencer’s hood down as they got in line. “What do you want?” he asked.

“I’m not hungry,” he said.

He frowned, then covered Spencer’s ears. “Emily, be honest,” he said. “Did he eat while we were gone?”

“Not for lack of trying,” she said. “I kept putting shit on his plate and he barely touched it.”

“Did he just eat ice cream and candy?”

“He didn’t even want sweets. Or coffee, even.”

Hotch’s frown deepened. “Well, shit,” he said. He dropped his hands to Spencer’s shoulders. “Okay, kid, you have to eat something. If you don’t pick, I’ll pick for you.”

Spencer shrugged. “That’s fine,” he said.

Hotch met Emily’s gaze, eyebrows raised. “I told you,” she said.

She followed Hotch down the cafeteria line as he filled up two plates. Spencer stayed so close he ran the risk of getting stepped on, his small hand clinging to the hem of Hotch’s jacket.

Dave and James had beaten them to their usual table, and neither of them looked particularly happy. “Bad news,” James said. “JJ just called. Her parents rescheduled her flight. They were worried about the storms, so she’ll be here tomorrow afternoon.”

Emily glanced over at Spencer. “But she’s okay?” he said anxiously.

“She’s fine, caro,” Dave said. “And she’ll be here tomorrow.”

“What about Derek and Alex?” he asked. “Have they called? Or texted.”

“Not yet,” James said. “Maybe they’re already on their flights, though. I”m sure we’ll hear from them soon.”

Hotch set the tray down on the table, then picked Spencer up and set him down in his chair. “They’ll be fine,” he said. “So how did Thanksgiving go for you guys?”

Even with their attempts at changing the subject and trying to draw him into the conversation, Spencer seemed to sink further into himself, his legs tucked up under him and his chin resting in his hand, his plate still mostly untouched. Emily couldn’t blame him for being sad. All week it had been just the two of them in the nearly-deserted dining hall, and even with the boys there it seemed wrong without the rest of the group- Penelope shrieking about something that didn’t need to be shrieked about, Derek regaling them with stories from football practice, JJ’s pretty laugh bubbling over, Alex keeping the peace and stopping cups and plates from getting knocked over and tilted onto the ground.

Hotch didn’t make much headway getting Spencer to eat, but at least he ate a little bit, and their little group braved the storm to get back to Lincoln House. “What have you guys been up to?” he asked as they settled in the common room again, coats and umbrellas hung up to dry.

“Legos,” James said. “This was supposed to be a plane.”

Hotch laughed. “Yikes,” he said. “I’m glad you’re not planning on going into engineering.”

“Yeah, probably for the best,” he said ruefully. “I-”

“Hold on, hold on,” Dave interrupted. “Did you guys see the group chat?”

Emily fumbled for her phone. “No, I didn’t, I...oh.”

“What’s wrong?” Hotch asked.

“Derek’s flight got canceled too,” James said. “He says it got delayed and he sat on the tarmac for three hours, but they pulled everybody off the plane. His mom’s already picked him up, so he’s fine.”

Emily glanced over at Spencer. He curled himself up smaller, his knees tucked up to his chest, chewing on his thumbnail. “But he’ll be here tomorrow?” he said.

“Yeah, he’ll be here tomorrow,” Dave reassured him.

Spencer lifted his head. “Can we call Alex?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah, of course,” Emily said, immediately pulling Alex’s contact info on the screen. “Here, kiddo. Just press-”

Lightning cracked, and with a sharp pop the common room went dark.

“Holy shit!” Emily shrieked, the phone falling from her hand.

“Did a fuse blow?” Dave said.

James got up and looked out the window. “Well, judging by the other buildings on campus...I think the power’s out everywhere,” he said.

“Well, fuck,” Hotch said.

Emily raised an eyebrow. “Watch your language!” she said in mock horror.

“Oh, shut up,” Hotch said good-naturedly. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait for the power to come back on. Spencer, do you want to go ahead and call Alex? She’ll probably be glad to miss the power outage.”

“I think the tower’s down too,” Spencer said in a small voice. “There’s no signal.” He held the phone back out to Emily. “Thanks anyway.”

She reached for the phone, and as the lock screen flickered she caught the faint mark of tears on his cheek. “Oh, no,” she said. “Oh, fuck. Spencer, don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying,” he said, but there was a distinct wobble in his voice.

“Spencer, it’s going to be okay,” Hotch said. “The power’s going to come back on, and everyone will be home soon.”

It was too dark to see, but she could hear Spencer sniffling in a valiant effort to keep form crying. “I know,” he said. “But I-”

Hotch picked Spencer up and placed him in Emily’s lap. “Stay here with Em for a second,” he said. “James, Dave, come with me.”

Spencer dropped his head against Emily’s collarbone as she wrapped her arms around him. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“Don’t be sorry,” she said. “It’s been a rough week, dude. You didn’t get to go home and see your family, and you miss everybody. And you’re worried because of the storms. It makes sense.” She kissed the top of his head. “And now we’ve got all this power outage shit. But it’ll be okay.”

Hotch dumped an armload of stuff onto the nearest armchair. “Thank goodness for Penelope’s illegal candle stash,” he said.

Emily twined one of Spencer’s short curls around her finger. “What’s with all of the pillows and blankets?” she asked.

In the dim light she could see Hotch grin. “We’re going to make a blanket fort,” he said. “C’mere, Spencer, I could use your brain for this.”

Emily set Spencer on his feet as James and Dave brought in their collections of pillows and blankets. She busied herself lighting candles and placing them in safe places around the room as Spencer directed the older boys in their construction. He seemed to perk up a little bit with something to focus on, especially as they let him be in charge.

“Okay, I’ve made some blanket forts in my day, but this one is pretty cool,” James said.

“That’s because Penelope has about eight million blankets and they’re all soft as baby puppies,” Emily said as she crawled into the fort. “I claim the blue pillow!”

All five of them fit comfortably inside, the interior lit with a string of battery operated fairy lights, also taken from Penelope’s room. Spencer nestled himself between Hotch and Emily. “Are we going to tell Penelope that we borrowed all of her stuff?” he asked.

Hotch handed him his favorite blanket. “I think if we leave the fort up till she gets back, she won’t mind as long as she gets to hang out in here,” he said.

“What should we do?” Dave asked. “Power’s still out, and there’s no wifi either.”

“Oh!” Emily said. “Okay, I’ve been trying to get you to listen to this album for weeks. Now is the perfect time! You’re a captive audience.”

They took turns passing each other’s phones back and forth, listening to different songs in the comfort of the handmade blanket fort, playfully arguing over each other’s tastes in music as the warm glow of the fairy lights cast soft shadows. Spencer seemed a little less tense now, snuggled safely between Hotch and Emily with his blanket hugged to his chest.

She hadn’t kept track of time, but it was at least two hours before the power switched back on, the overhead lights suddenly way too bright after the dimmness of the tent. “There we go,” Dave said, sitting up and checking his phone. “And we’ve got signal again!” He stretched his arm over James and Emily to hold out the phone to Spencer. “Here, passerotto, see if you can call Alex.”

He took it eagerly and tapped at the screen to bring up her info, but his excitement faded almost instantly. “It went right to voicemail,” he said. “Thanks anyway.”

James scrambled ungracefully to his feet. “Hey, since the power’s back, who wants to watch a movie?” he said.

“Not a Star War, please,” Emily called. “I can’t tell any of them apart.”

Hotch propped himself up on his elbow. “Hey, Spence,” he said. “It’s okay. I’m sure Alex is fine.”

“Yeah,” Spencer said. He turned to Hotch, one corner of his mouth tugging up in a rueful little half smile. “I bet her flight got canceled too. It’s okay.”

James flipped the overhead lights off, leaving them back in the glow of the candles and the string lights, and crawled back into the fort with the remote in his hand. “All right, if anyone has objections, y’all can get up yourself and change it,” he said.

Emily settled back as the movie started. Spencer was quiet beside her, but after a while he rolled over onto his stomach, his forehead pressed against Hotch’s arm and his blanket tangled around his legs, and she smiled when she heard his first little snore.

“Hotchner,” she whispered. “This blanket fort idea was genius.”

Hotch grinned. “Sean made me make one for him while I was home,” he said. “I figured Spencer might like it too.” He paused. “Is he asleep?” Emily nodded. “Thank god.”

James sat up and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Guys, I still haven’t heard from Alex,” he said. “It’s still going right to voicemail when I call her and she hasn’t answered any texts.”

“Maybe her signal’s out too,” Dave said. “Don’t worry about it. Alex can take care of herself.”

James pouted. “Yeah, but...I might be a little worried about her,” he said. “It’s not like her to not answer.”

“Awww, you miss your girlfriend,” Emily teased.

“I do! I do miss her!” James said.

“Guys, if any of you wake up Spencer, I will murder you,” Hotch hissed.

“I’m sorry!” James whispered back. “I just- I think I need to be worried about Alex.”

Suddenly a familiar person knelt down and leaned into the tent. “You’re worried about me?” Alex said, her long red hair hanging loose around her shoulders. “That’s so sweet!”

James scrambled up, smacking Dave in the face in his haste. “Oh my god, I missed you!” he said. He tugged her closer, cupping her face in his hands, and kissed her deeply. “Oh my god. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she laughed, running her fingers through his hair. “My phone died and I didn’t pack any of my portable chargers in my carryon. Where’s everybody else?”

“Everybody’s flights are delayed,” Emily said. “Spencer’s been beside himself.”

“Oh, poor thing,” she said. “Is he sleeping? I don’t want to wake him up.”

“Yeah, he just dozed off,” Hotch said. “He’s going to be so relieved to see you.”

Emily scooted over to make room. “C’mere, the movie hasn’t been on for very long,” she said.

“Hey!” James protested. “She’s my girlfriend, shouldn’t she be next to me?”

“Well, she’s my roommate, and I’ve had her for longer,” Emily said. Alex laughed as she settled between her and Spencer, busying herself with snuggling him against her side and tucking him in. Emily leaned over to whisper in James’s ear. “Besides, we all know you two are gonna go fool around the second you get a chance. You’ll get your quality time, don’t worry.”

Even in the dim light she could see him turn red. “What are you guys whispering about?” Alex asked.

“Nothing!” James squeaked. Emily made a rude hand gesture and he smacked her arm. “Emily! Stop it!”

She snickered as she leaned her head against Alex’s shoulder. “How was your week being in charge?” Alex asked as she adjusted Spencer’s blanket around him.

“Could have been worse...could have been a lot better,” Emily said. “He was so sad. I’m not good with sad kids.”

“I’m sure you did great,” Alex reassured her.

The movie was almost over when Spencer began to shift and whimper in his sleep. “Is he okay?” Emily asked.

“He’s-” Hotch winced as Spencer kicked him in the shins. “Ow. Bad dream, I think.”

Alex sat up. “Okay, I’m going to wake him up,” she said.

“Careful, he can be pretty feisty,” Hotch warned.

Alex stroked his hair back from his forehead as he tried to pull away from her. “Spencer, wake up,” she called gently, her hand resting on his chest. “Come on, darling.”

She kept coaxing him until his eyes finally opened. “What’s going on?” he mumbled.

“You had a bad dream,” she said.

He blinked. “Alex?” he said sleepily. “Did your plane land safely?”

Hotch laughed. “Yeah, kiddo, her plane landed safely,” he said. “Get the sleep out of your eyes.”

Spencer rubbed his face and blinked again. “Alex!” he yelped, throwing himself into her arms.

“Hi, baby,” she said. “Did you miss me?”

“A little bit,” he said, tilting his face so she could kiss his cheek. “Was your flight okay? Was there a lot of turbulence?”

“Everything was fine,” she reassured him as she cuddled him against her side. “Now, sh, I think Dave is getting invested in the movie.”

“No, I’m not,” he said absently.

“Yes, he is,” Emily teased.

Spencer settled down with his head on Alex’s knees; Hotch tugged his blanket around him. “Everybody else will be here tomorrow,” he said. “Penelope’s connecting flight got canceled, and Derek’s got canceled, and JJ’s parents rescheduled her.”

“That’s good,” she said, stroking her fingers through his hair. “Go back to sleep, darling. You look so tired. And everything’s going to be okay, nothing to worry about.”

The rain had settled back into a light tapping on the window; the thunder and lightning had long since stopped. Emily leaned back against her pillows, smiling in contented relief. Alex was right. Everything was going to be okay.

#au: patron saint of lost causes #caitlin writes things #emily prentiss #alex blake #alex miller #aaron hotchner #hotch #dave rossi #james blake #spencer reid

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szivtalan · 4 years

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character ask: kagami, momoi, alex and himuro 👀👀👀

!!! omg thank u Ceru! u might be one of my favorite mutuals <33 (putting this under a read more just so I can speak at lengths about each individual character)

Why I like Kagami: this is where I sarcastically ask “why DON’T i like him” but that’s literally the next question so; he’s everything i want to be and more. He has the determination and the willpower to make his own dreams come true, he’s gay as shit, he’s tall and buff and well-adjusted, mature enough to live on his own at an annoyingly young age, he’s funny and dumb and a total himbo as well as an excellent advisor bc of how grounded he is.

Why I don’t: I’m... not really good with explosive people. Violent men with loud voices especially scare me, and I’d think I’d flinch around him a lot and that would make me rlly anxious.

Favorite episode: it’s a toss-up between the Seirin fam visiting his place for the first time (is it where Kuroko confesses his love to him and then passes out in his arms? idk), and the onsen episode. I also loved all his plays against Kise and Aomine. AND the training camp w him running a lot in the sand.

Favorite season/movie: season 2 probably because he’s not a jerk anymore, but he’s still on his way to shed off any asshole behavior stuck to him. And I actually liked Last Game?

Favorite line: “There’s no such thing as useless effort.” and “This is our drama and we write the plot.” because he’s so ridiculous.

Favorite outfit: all of his casual fits... comfy but manly is my Jam

OTP: AoKaga....they’re truly soulmates, star-crossed lovers, canonically brought together by fate.

Brotp/otp no. 2: KagaKuro, I love them

Head Canon: I have several collections because I think too much about this boy, but here’s something I think about his family: he doesn’t know what happened to his mom. He never asked, because it wasn’t relevant, and he didn’t want to inconvenience his dad by questioning him. Occasionally, as a kid he felt like he was missing out on something (seeing other kids with their moms, feeling like they’re being treated with much more gentle care because they have moms), but as he grew older he realized that nurturing behavior shouldn’t have been limited to only a mother, and that he was just straight up neglected without any regards to missing a parent in his life.

Unpopular opinion: I never realized this was an unpopular opinion but I’m glad he went back to America at the end of Last Game. Obviously, it’s sad that he had to separate from the others, but I felt like Japanese basketball has always been just a stepping point to him, and now that he’d beat the best of them, it was time to move on. And it also warms my heart that him getting scouted in the US gave Aomine hope to aim big, too. I felt like both of them would’ve felt trapped in Japan with their skill sets.

A wish: I want him to be happy and gay and to confront Himuro and tell him how hurt he was by how he treated him and probably do the same to his dad too

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: ....whatever I’d say Shinsun has probably written it/will write it, but I don’t want him to forget about the GoM just because he becomes a world-famous athlete.

5 words to best describe them: sweet child with anger issues

My nickname for them: not mine (it’s Sypha’s) but “Kags”, Kagami, Tigerboy, Kagababe, Baby

Why I like Momoi: she is SO nurturing and sweet and she cares so much about her boys!! I’m sorry it always turns into “how they remind me of myself” but actually I get feeling like a background character and being the moral/emotional/physical support of those who are more talented or in any way better than you. I feel a strange kind of kinship with her and also,,, feminine girls make my heart stop, and it doesn’t get more feminine than Momoi. Added: Aomine aside, the Touou team wouldn’t worth shit without her skills tbh, and she’s not in any way less than the GoM. Also, I appreciate her being the one person to try to keep their friend group together.

Why I don’t: Analytical People Scare me like!! how do u know stuff people are Unknowable!! I usually am also irked by her pointing out Riko’s breast size but I can just pretend that’s in a gay way (maybe Momoi likes girls with small boobs and she’s just bad at flirting) (also I don’t exactly liked her calling Aomine a “ganguro” but I have too little knowledge on the use of this word to say exactly why)

Favorite episode (scene if movie): uh the one where Aomine made her cry? It really came through how much love she actually has for her friends at that one.

Favorite season/movie: she was great in all of them!!

Favorite line: I can’t remember the exact quote and Google isn’t really helpful either but the one where she made Kuroko promise they’ll always play together or something? Or that they’re gonna beat Aomine?? idk?

Favorite outfit: I like all of them but mostly I just appreciate her wearing so many hoodies, she looks so cute in them

OTP / Brotp: it’s both AoMomo. I feel like the have the most special and strongest bond in the entire series.

Head Canon: She’s never been shown to do, but I feel like she wears Aomine’s clothes a Lot. Also, they definitely have sleepovers To This Day.

Unpopular opinion: Momoi is good at basketball and she loves playing!!! But try being successful in it when ur opponents are Giants and Way More Buff than you are

A wish: I wish people appreciated her more!! Both in fandom and in canon. She’s an amazing person and she has her own skills and strengths that are rarely explored or even mentioned anywhere.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: her falling out with her boys ;-; I do not want that

5 words to best describe them: strawberry sweetheart to steal ur heart

My nickname for them: Satsuki :> I feel like it’s a little too much to call characters on their first names sometimes but hers is so cute I can’t

Why I like Alex: yet again another woman with an extensive skill set. I love her persistence and again I appreciate getting disillusioned and finding your way back to the thing you love. Also it’s just sweet that she did that by teaching (again, something I can relate to)

Why I don’t: the whole “kissing children” thing rubbed me the wrong way but again, just like Momoi’s obsession with comparing breast sizes, it’s just bad/sexist writing from Fujimaki probably

Favorite episode (scene if movie): adshg any and all where she expressed that Himuro and Kagami are equally important to her <33 that shit makes my heart burst

Favorite season/movie: she only appears towards the end of s2 and in s3 so... I guess s3?

Favorite line: its so Bad that u literally can’t find the iconic quotes of these iconic ladies anywhere but... her story on finding her passion again through teaching kids, and anytime she mentions her fondness of Kagami and Himuro.

Favorite outfit: her iconic olive green coat with the short red shorts... wtf was that I loved it.

OTP: she doesn’t really interact with people her age but I’ve heard she’s shipped with Masako Araki and I’ve seen some seriously good fanarts and like... Yes Good I’d Love To See It

Brotp: I feel like her and Himuro would be that sassy pair that Kagami tries and fails to contain and they get into all sorts of weird, absurd situations asdjs what I’m trying to say is Kagami has to bail them out of jail from time to time

Head Canon: fck me if I’m wrong but she’s the lesbian single mom of the two gay kids she reluctantly adopted from the streets

Unpopular opinion: it’s more like another headcanon, but she can dunk and she taught Kagami how to do it.

A wish: I’d love her to coach the Seirin fam more!! Pls let her be part of her children’s lives (she could also judge streetball games between the goms it would be fun)

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: anything about her being romantically involved with her pupils makes me.................no

5 words to best describe them: Beautiful Beach Blonde Basketball....goddess

My nickname for them: Alex!! sometimes An Icon

Why I like Himuro: em dash Asdgsdj I’m joking, I’m becoming more and more fond of the boy. Once I realized that he shouldn’t have been the “bigger person” in that situation and one year doesn’t really mean much when you’re that young and that hurt, I realized he’s actually a good and hard-working kid and I’m sorry for giving him so much shade. Also I really like his snark and sass, but that might not even be canon at this point tbh

Why I don’t: I’m still sort of irked by him beating down on Kagami because he was envious/mad, but I realized the aspect of that situation that Really got to me was how devoted Kagami still was to him after all that. That devotion was what felt toxic, nothing that Himuro actually did to him.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): the time they met up w Kagami just to exchange a dramatic socially distancing bro fist and a few encouraging words.... gays be Like That

Favorite season/movie: I really didn’t mind s3 Himuro

Favorite line: apparently he’s said some iconic stuff that I don’t remember (and my sources don’t seem really legit) but I’m gonna say “let’s see you become number 1, bro” because again, that’s just so ridiculous and endearing. On one hand he really went from loathing Kagami to rooting for him and wanting him to reach his full potential and on the other, honey ur like 17 stop speaking like That

Favorite outfit: his knitted V-neck sweaters and the black coat with the white fur.... boy’s got all the fashion sense that’s missing from Kagami

OTP: can I say.....AoHimu asdfh I ship 3/4 of these characters with Aomine what does that say about me

Brotp: KagaHimu. They can be sweet, but I’ve only ever seen Jake write them really well

Head Canon: I’ve been entertaining the idea of....trans Himuro.....

Unpopular opinion: everyone thinks that Kagami is the violent kid and Himuro is the chill, sweet child who’s somehow wound up with this mess of a fiery tiger, but it’s actually Himuro who taught Kagami how to fight and Kagami learned quite a lot of aggression from him

A wish: I feel like Himuro should’ve gotten a separate episode to explore his thoughts, feelings and past. He had so much potential as a character Is2g

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: him quitting basketball would fucking destroy me. I’d be devastated for others too, but it would really pull on my heartstrings if he just dropped the only thing he’s been so passionate about.

5 words to best describe them: gender-non-conforming emo child

My nickname for them: Himu, Tatsuya, Tatsu

#ask and i shall answer #izukillme #himuro tatsuya #alex garcia #momoi satsuki #kagami taiga #this is long as fuck #also happy birthday himuro??!!!!!

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minbirdie · 4 years

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Hiii! Could you please do 10 and 40 with Chan? Thanks!💗

drabble game: #10 (enemies-to-lovers!au) + #40 (opposites attract) + 90’s radio dj au just bc i felt like it ^^

word count: 2.1k

warnings: strong language

a/n: i’m going to assume u meant bang chan since ur url is skz-themed!! but if i’m wrong i’m sorry :( thank u for being my first request ^^

[radio hearts] | b.ch

chan had always found it incredibly difficult to hold a grudge.

he was raised to never stay angry for too long, to always consider the point of view of other individuals before acting. when someone behaves in a way you don’t understand, his mother once told him, it’s probably because they are hurting. they are human, after all. and chan tried his very best to live by this mindset, always acting as the problem solver whenever tensions rose too high among his friends.

that was, of course, before he met you.

in the eyes of many, you were a background character, a person of few words with even fewer fucks to give. your hair was unkempt, your irises reflecting its wild nature whenever you spoke, and while yes, chan could admit that his tendency to favor dark clothing aligned with yours, that’s where all similarities between the two of you ended. you were untamable, untouchable, yet so indifferent to the world around you that sometimes just the sight of you made chan clench his jaw out of frustration. your attitude, your behavior, even your success—everything about you was an enigma to him.

it all began when you ruined what was going to be one of the best days of chan’s life, though not purposefully. that day, his lifelong dream had finally come true; he had miraculously landed a job at perhaps the most popular station in the area. what he only realized upon seeing you at the mic was that his dream of being a dj required a bit more experience and upward mobility, and unfortunately, chan had started at the bottom of the chain of command. this meant, of course, that chan had a few technical responsibilities but was mostly the errand boy, or your “bitch,” as you had so lovingly deemed his position.

from that day forward, everything about you irritated him. your blunt, sarcastic sense of humor typically struck a nerve, yet in a cruel twist of fate, it was your straightforward personality that made you so unique and popular on the air. you hardly sugar coated anything, and your choices in music reflected your lack of concern for what others may think. in all honesty, chan really couldn’t understand how you became so popular among listeners, since no one hardly gave you any attention in real life. you somehow managed to be both invisible yet successful, a feat that amazed and confused him.

“good morning,” he grumbled as he always did upon entering the recording studio, purposely avoiding eye contact with you. this particular morning, however, his hands were full with drinks from the local cafe. it was his turn to do the daily coffee run, and although he had been working at the station for a few month now and had everyone’s orders memorized as if they were his own, he was struggling to balance everything.

“need a hand?” you asked, but he merely scrunched up his face and shook his head vehemently. nevertheless, you stood up, reaching out to him. “here, let me help—“

“i got it.” he cut you off abruptly, setting the drinks down harshly on the table.

you raised your hands defensively and raised your eyebrows high on your forehead. “damn, okay,” you muttered before snatching your drink off the table and sitting back down in your chair.

typically, chan could hold his tongue. sometimes, however, he let his passive-aggressive tendencies get the better of him, and although occasionally you reciprocated with some harsh banter of your own, normally, you ignored his sour attitude with an ease that only further exasperated him. today appeared to be one of those days where an unspeakable something egged at chan, pecking at him from just underneath the surface of his skin.

“hey bang,” you called out, not even bothering to look up from the track list you were mapping out for your portion of today’s air time. “what do you think should go in this slot here?” you pointed at the list, tapping your pen against the blank space on the paper.

chan leaned back against the door frame, shoved his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans, and inhaled through his teeth. “well, i don’t really think it matters what i suggest. you’re just gonna do whatever you want, so…” he was muttering, almost through a pout, and he made sure to avert his eyes by staring down at his sneakers.

but you had definitely heard him, which was evident by the way you slammed your pen down on the table. “alright, that’s it.” you snapped, swirling around in your chair to stare him directly in the eye. “what’s your problem with me?”

chan swallowed thickly, his eyes glued to the stack of cd’s piled up on a shelf beside you. “what do you mean?” he played dumb, hoping that you would drop it and he could somehow avoid getting fired.

he, of course, wasn’t that lucky. “what do i mean?” you repeated incredulously. “i think it’s pretty obvious what i mean.” you let out a shaky breath, and chan’s heart squeezed tightly in his chest as the realization struck him: he had genuinely hurt your feelings. “like, i know i give you shit sometimes, but goddamn, it’s like you hate me or something.” you ran a hand through your hair in an attempt to calm your nerves.

he shook his head vehemently, eyes wide and panicked. “no, no. i…i don’t hate you. it’s uhm…well, i just—“ unsatisfied with his stuttering, you stood, slowly making your way toward him. “i…i don’t know.” he admitted with a sigh. he still couldn’t bring himself look at you.

you trapped his body between yours and the door frame, and chan could feel your intense gaze burning a hole in his forehead. “alright then.” you stated simply before reaching out and closing the door behind him. “we’re not leaving until we figure this shit out. because, frankly, i’m tired of it.”

chan knew that he could probably slip out if he wanted to, but the look in your eye advised him against doing so. besides, as much as chan hated confrontation, he understood where your anger was coming from. “you’re right.” he admitted, though he still had trouble looking at your face as you stared at him. “i…owe you an explanation.”

he wet his lips, trying to allow his racing mind some time to think. “ah, how do i say this…?” he was quiet for a moment as he pilfered through the confusing tangle of emotions resting inside his chest. “i guess i’m just…” he drew out the last syllable before landing on the word, “jealous. i’m jealous, i think, because…uhm,” he huffed out a sigh, deciding to rip off the bandage entirely, “because you have the job i want.”

you knitted your eyebrows in confusion as you tilted your head only slightly to the side. “explain,” you muttered, your tone transforming from accusatory to one to something resembling understanding.

chan struggled to translate his feelings into words, especially when you looked at him like that—a soft gleam in your eye, wrinkles barely lining your forehead as you listened intently to whatever he was going to say next. he inhaled through his teeth, almost as if the confession was painful, before simply stating, “you’re…something else.”

at this thought, he couldn’t help but smile, partly because he was remembering with somewhat of a fondness the crazy tangents you would go on sometimes while on the air, the way that you would dance to the music you selected when you thought no one could see, how you always were the first one here in the morning and the last person to leave at night. he also smiled, in part, due to your own reaction to his statement; you tried hard to fight it, but there was a glint in your eye and a grin tugging at the corner of your lips. “i’ve wanted…to be a dj since i was eight,” he smiled fondly, remembering the fascination he had with his father’s record collection. “when i first found out that someone could make money by playing their favorite songs, talking about music, stuff like that….wow, i was ecstatic.” he shook his head with a sigh.

“oh,” you replied, your face falling, “i see.” you nodded, looking down at your feet. “i…ruined your dream.”

chan didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes betrayed his feelings. he neither confirmed nor denied your claim, instead continuing on to change the subject. “you’re really good at what you do.” he admits, running a hand through his dark locks in an attempt to steady his breathing. “and i think…i think that’s probably what frustrates me the most.”

you hummed in understanding, and chan noticed that your ears were tinted red with embarrassment. “well, uhm, thanks, i guess…” you mumbled, and chan couldn’t help the chuckle that your reaction pulled from him. “honestly, i’m really shit at what i do.” you smiled at yourself despite the harsh self-criticism. “like, i should probably care more—“

“the thing is,” chan interrupted, though not consciously, “i think you do care. you probably care more than i do. you just…have a funny way of showing it, i think.” your smile was dazzling, chan couldn’t help but think, as your face heated up from the compliments that kept pouring out of his mouth. once he started thinking this way, chan found it difficult to stop. “and your unique personality is really a strength for you, you know? you’re what makes this station, well, popular.” his expression could only be described as one of pure giddiness, absolutely adoring the shyness that his compliments brought out of you—you, the loud, independent, boisterous dj whom he had been secretly, jealously admiring for months.

and he would have said more, continued talking until his face turned blue, had it not been for your lips quickly catching his in a kiss without warning.

it was a short, fleeting kiss, clearly not something that was thought through, yet it perfectly conveyed the sense of something that had been pulsing through chan’s veins ever since he met you. just as he felt himself melting into the warmth and bliss your kiss provided, you pulled away with a gasp, your fingertips ghosting over your lips where chan’s had just been, as if you were shocked by your own actions. chan simply stood with his heart pounding in his ears and disbelief stilling his features.

“oh…oh fuck, i’m sorry,” your voice sounded like it would shatter like glass with the lightest touch as your wild, panicked eyes searched his. the longer chan stared at you, however, the more intensely he felt. your hands were still clutched around his shirt, probably a subconscious action that you would find embarrassing had you been aware of it, but chan didn’t want you to let go.

“don’t be,” he muttered breathlessly before pulling you back in for another deep kiss.

this time, chan could relish in your touch and pinpoint the specific sensations that made his heart beat so loudly he swore you could feel it, too. he cupped your cheeks gently, and he felt your grip on his t-shirt loosen as you relaxed into the kiss. your hands moved to wrap around his waist entirely, pulling him closer to you and causing him to hum against your lips.

he couldn’t stop his racing mind, in all its confusion and bliss, from wondering how you did it, how you acted without overthinking every possible outcome, how you managed to be so reckless with almost everything you did but in the best, most intriguing way possible. in part, he envied you and believed it to be a part of your vitalizing, sometimes infuriating, charm.

chan pulled away only because he needed to catch his breath, but when he did, your smile made him wish he hadn’t.

now it was you who found it difficult to look into his shimmering eyes, opting instead to gaze down at your fingers as they nervously fiddled with the fabric of chan’s shirt. “you surprised me, bang. i honestly thought you were gonna call me a bitch, or quit, or something.”

chan couldn’t help but chuckle, tugging on his lower lip with his teeth. “well, i mean, i have thought about it before.”

“hush. i’m trying to say something,” you laughed, shoving him playfully, and chan’s thumb lightly brushed against your cheekbone. “i…never thought that you would feel that way because, well, you’re so…” you stopped, crunching up your redding face out of pure embarrassment. “god, this is so cheesy…”

chan’s smile was absolutely radiant. “i like cheesy,” he teased.

“please, can we just…?” you inched closer to his face once more, and chan happily obliged to your unstated request, kissing you tenderly.

and even though chan didn’t realize it at first, he really had found his dream job because he got to work side by side with one of the most interesting, unique individuals he had ever known.

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dndwithsuperbestfriends · 3 years

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SESSION 10

This will mostly have illustrations by me because Larkspurs player wasn’t involved because her side quest was a day ahead of us.

Now that Doorune is dead, we continue through the evil underground lair and explore a bit - we find a hatch that leads into the lake, some supply rooms with rotting foods, and a ladder that leads to a sewer grate of a street in Laketowns shipyard district. We keep this in mind for when we’ll have to leave later.

So after going through most of Monroe’s evil unground lair, we come to the secret room in the back that seems to be his evil underground office. He isn’t there, there's just a bunch of treasure and a mahogany desk.

After the incident with the exploding the desk, Leswen, Erindur and Rocks stay in the hallway while Frank and Belladonna investigate the room.

While Belladonna looks around the treasure for Monroe’s shard, while Frank tries to figure out the desk. Turns our the desk is some kind of puzzle with mechanisms to unlock the drawers. He takes time to figure out; in the drawers there is nothing, except the top one has an unopened letter.

He opens the letter, and inside there is only a calligraphed phrase;

W A S T E D

“Knowledge is power.”

Suddenly, we hear clicks from the hallway walls and a bunch of explosions - it turns out the desk was a trigger to set off the self-destruct of the underground dungeon. Water begins rushing in through the collapsing walls.

It was a trap. Monroe knew the party was coming.

The party @#$%-ing books it. When we get to the hallway with the escape ladder, the water is at waist level. Frank grabs Belladonna and Erindur grabs Rocks because they are hobbits and too short for this water (also, Rock’s can’t swim. This will become a running gag) Frank swims no problem, but Leswen is swept under the water so he swims back for her and takes her to the ladder after dropping off Belladonna. He attempts to do the same with Erindur.

Attempts.

“NO ONE PICKS UP A DWARF.” Erindur shouts - his mouths foams a bit as he activates his slayer rage ability so he can angrily just march through the water instead of swim, he’s tall enough that the water is juuust at his sternum. Rocks, who is clinging to his back, just hopes that he doesn’t just carelessly throw them onto the ladder. (Spoiler: He totally does.)

When the party gets through the sewer gate, they realize the explosions weren’t limited to the underground lair. It was going throughout the entire shipyard district.

Also, there’s the sound of warhorn. Frank recognizes it because he has proficiency in shadow lore - it’s an Orc warhorn.

The mood of the party entirely is panicky - there’s explosions, people screaming, fire, and orcs. However, something about this situations resonates deeply within Rocks in particular, to them, something about this is hauntingly familiar.

They feel themself getting pulled within themself, but they shake it off for now, refusing to give into this haunting deja vu for now. They ground themself to reality by making an angry statement to the party instead.

Rocks: Monroe didn’t have to be like other hobbits, he didn’t have to be like humans; he didn’t ever have to be anyone but himself! But he shouldn’t be like Smaug!

(Rocks and Leswen were both around during Smaugs temper tantrum destruction of Laketown, so both of them remember it quite clearly)

There’s a huge explosion and the party whips their heads and realize with horror when they see a large rising column of smoke that it had come from the college! All of Leswen’s colleagues, including Grypho, and the shards we’ve been collecting, were all there.

Rocks panics for a minute, freaking out that their family and their inn might have been targeted by Monroe also since who knows who they are, but Erindur assures them that he doesn’t see any smoke coming from that district.

The party run in the direction of the college, but some docks collapse and form a rift in front of them so to continue they have to find a way past this large gap. No one has the skill to just jump it because it’s that wide, so we have to climb to the bottom and swim across, and climb back up.

Problem: Rocks, despite being from Laketown, can’t @#$%ing swim. Once again, they have be carried; Frank does it this time.

So the party climbs down the dock, swims across, and climbs up the other docks. Erindur has trouble doing this because of the heavy armour he’s wearing, but manages to make it. Once they are all up there, Leswen watches as other inhabiotants of Laketown who’ve been caught in the crossfire struggle to repeat that the party had just done and she is conflicted.

As a healer, it is her nature to help people in need, it is instinctual for her to stay and help these people; but she manages to rationalize that she will ultimately save more people by continuing with the party, because most people from Laketown don’t have a problem swimming.

(IRL the entire table looks at me with a look that just screamed “Except for you. Your character is the only Laketownian who can’t swim.”)

So they continue sprinting, and although they make it mostly out of the Shipyard district into the residential District, the party is split by a bunch of rubble falling, separating Leswen and Belladonna.

Belladonna attemptsd to climb the mountain of rubble, but get’s stuck at the top. She fails a strength check and mentally curses herself for never doing pull ups so she’s stuck in the ‘hanging in there’ position holding a disjointed pole. The frustraton gives her a temporary shadow point.

Leswen has good rolls and manages to climb up the mountain of rubble and plucks the angry hobbit from her hanging spot and safely brings them both down to the other side where Frank, Rocks and Erindur are waiting for them.

They party makes it out of the district, but right before they get to the college they come across a group of civilians being waylaid by orcs and hobgoblins. The party rolls initiative.

The same haunting familiarity rolls over Rocks again - and this time, they give in. They collapse, and hallucinate themselves falling.

As they are falling down a void, they hear a song around them, and above them they can see a giant eye. It constantly shifts colour, but is focused on them. The song is ancient and cacophonous, but the one thing Rocks can focus on about the song is a single phrase;

“The First Theme.”

Rocks has been shown the first of three parts of the First Song that created Middle Earth. Because of how much a pacifist coward merciful hero Rocks has been, the Valar have deemed them worthy of their secret class - Herald of the Valar. This makes Rocks the first of the party to unlock their secret class, and the only one so far to do so without any prior hints.

However, once the song ends, Rocks is thrown into a flashback

And it becomes clear why the Orc attack on Laketown was so familiar

They see a village burning down - their original home in the shire, it was being raided by Orcs. Bravely, a Ranger had been felled trying to protect the village.

A young Rocks was being told by their family to run away to safety - and they do so. They a bunch of other hobbit children escape into the Old Forest - but they are all picked off until only Rocks remains.

They flash foreword to when they had stumbled into the Barrow-Downs - a haunted area outside of The Shire. There, they come face-to-face with a Barrow-Wight.

(I do not own this image)

It had been this encounter specifically that terrified them so badly, that when combined with the trauma they just went through, they lost colour of their hair and eyes, and also their memories prior. (Marie Antoinette Syndrome)

Their memories are hazy from here, and the next thing they remember is somehow ending up in Bree, where they are found and adopted by Daralis and Harva, who who traveled to Bree for trading.

Although Rocks in unable to remember their birth name, or the names and faces of their family and friends, one thing does stick; they are a Stoor-Hobbit.

They go into another vision; but this time they are naked and looking at their reflection. Except their reflection is their true self; brown-haired and blue-eyed.

Rocks and their reflection reach out to each other, and then touch hands.

THE VISION ENDS

In real time only like six seconds passes and a wave of radiant energy pulses from Rocks into the immediate area. Although unconscious, Rocks’ white hair suddenly turns brown and slightly curlier, with only a few white streaks left.

Leswen rushes over and pulls Rocks into her lap, putting a wet cloth on their forehead. She does a medicine check and finds that Rocks seems to have been suffering from a fever for a while, and they were pulsing energy she identifies as coming from the Valar.

The fever and the Valar energy disapates and Rocks wakes up - now, their right eye is blue instead of grey.

“I j u s t s a w g o d.” Is what Rocks basically manages to stagger out, being very enthralled and disoriented.

“Sure you did buddy.” Leswen comforts, believing them to be delusional “Your hair changed.”

“I just learned a new song...“ Rocks says, standing up and picking up their shortsword that they dropped - and they begin singing The First Theme.

The First Theme works similar to the Mass Heal spell - it charges for two rounds, and them begins healing allies. It also exudes radiant energy.

The rest of the party don’t really pay attention to their Warden because they are still fighting Orcs and Hob Goblins, however, now that there’s another healer this means Leswen can now fight as well. She takes out a few hob goblins that try to attack her and Rocks, because they really don’t like this song.

The rest of combat is uneventful, but the party is successful.

The sessions ends here, but not before the party stares wide-eyed at Rocks, who doesn’t know that their appearance just drastically changed.

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danddymaro · 5 years

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Sweet Melody | Kazuhira Miller x Reader

I suppose this is a follow up on the first one: [ Care ] You guys can take it or leave it really.

Summary: He sings to her a song, one of his own, one inspired by the growing feeling in his chest.

Words count: 3605

Sweet Melody

A quiet hum, which was the soft sound of the barely audible tune being played was the first thing the (h/c) haired young woman woke to that morning.

Feigning sleep, she curiously peeked through one of her (e/c) eyes, trailing it towards the source of the melodic purrs, finding herself gazing at a familiar guest.

On her search, she could only find the golden blonde haired Mother Base XO, Kazuhira Miller.

- And she probably should have known that it couldn't have been anyone else but him there so close to her, merely just enjoying his time.

He was there, casually sitting on what had become his usual seat placed right by her bedside, just inches away from her person. Currently, his head was inclined back, continuing on with the soft, unfamiliar tune, unaware of his little spectator.

There was a faint smile over him, the corners of his mouth lifted up by just a fraction as his index finger lightly tapped the chair’s arm with rhythmic movements, the action causing little to no sound.

The full image of his serene expression was lightly obscured as she could only see his side profile, and that was with a bit of struggle in itself.

She wanted to see more: to be able to admire him even more than she was already able to, but was too afraid to move more than just her curious eye, afraid that if he knew she was awake, he’d stop.

She wanted to hear more of it, so with very slow and cautious movements, she turned her head towards him rather than the ceiling, both her eyes falling onto the man’s scruffy, yet handsome face.

‘He looks so beautiful,’ She mused, the sight of him always being perfect in her eyes.

They were glued to him like bees on sweet, golden honey, taking all of him in.

And as she observed him more, she noticed him begin to move his naturally peachy pale colored lips, but rather than hear his voice ring out, soft breaths fell from between those two lovely lips.

Naturally, she assumed that the hushed sounds were the words to his little melody, and she wondered just what little song occupied his mind, and why the little thing had decided to be what he used to pass his time.

She then began to smile, a soft, closed one forming as she saw his head slightly swaying, moving from left to right with very steady movements,

‘And I thought it couldn't get any better,’ She told herself, feeling her face bloom with warmth, every other centimeter of her body following in suit as her blood was pumped with something delightfully sweet and warm.

“- What song is that?” she asked him suddenly, her voice somewhat croaky and weak, having just woken up.

She would have loved to bask in more of his sight as he enjoyed himself, but she also wanted to speak to him, share her time with him rather than just stare at him in her own silence, no matter how appealing that was on its own.

Stopping as he heard the woman’s voice, Kazuhira looked down at her with surprise, the smile he had during his performance growing gently as he watched her move comfortably, her entire body moving to lay belly down, her hands hugging the pillow beneath her head.

He found it hard not to form a smile around her, even moreso when she threw one of her own at him.

She was just happy that she was no longer strapped to anything, or in need of any heavy assistance which meant it’d only be a matter of time before she was released.

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?” he asked her somewhat sheepishly, his eyebrows creeping up with concern.

“- I don’t mind,” she told him, happy to have him there regardless of what situation, or time for that matter.

In just one more day she’d complete a full month of recovery, the time having flown by with him there, almost every moment of the healing process spent with the man.

Despite her unbothered response, he released a disappointed sigh, his shoulders dropping, “So I did,” he said with a short breath, shaking his head.

“I just said I didn't mind,” she assured him, her hand closest to him reaching out to touch his own which lay on the edge of the bed.

“Anyways...You’re here early,” She pointed out, moving on and hoping he didn’t sulk more, “Don’t tell me you missed me that much?” she joked with a small, teasing giggle.

Usually, she was up an hour before he would come in for his routine visit, but this time she’d woken up to him already being there.

Which was a treat, but rather strange.

“ I won’t sit here and lie to you, I did miss you, but I actually came in a little late. I felt bad about it at first, but then I walk in and find you snoring away,” He teased back.

Meanwhile, she took in the information with wide eyes, thoroughly embarrassed. She rolled back into her earlier position, her hands covering her face as she lay on her back, “Oh no... Please tell me you’re lying,” she said with a small voice.

“Oh alright,” he started, “ By a little late, I mean around an hour or so, maybe close to two,” he revealed to her.

“ I got caught up with some business I had to take care of first. My day starts pretty early after all,” he added, and as he explained that she gave a strong heave, still stuck on the part about her snoring.

“ - Am I really loud?” she asked with uncertainty after a two-minute silence.

“...If it makes you feel any better, I’m far worse. I’ve been told I sound like a barley working chainsaw,” he told her with a breathy chuckle, “I imagine you’d count as a smaller chainsaw, still as shitty though,” He added, making her whine.

“I’m so sorry,” She said in a small, uneased voice that was spoken through her two hands as they covered her face.

He shook his head, then taking his hand and letting his chin lay on it as his elbow sat on the armrest, “ ( f/n). Relax,” he said with present amusement, “ I’m just teasing you, You barely make any noise,” he told her.

“ Anyways, I hope you don’t mind me being here,” he continued on with a serious note, knowing it was strange to simply sit there while she slept.

He didn’t want to seem like some creep...

“ I still wanted to have some time to share with you, but I wasn't sure about waking you up.” He explained, having been troubled by the idea of waking her.

“I’ve been debating this whole time,” he told her.

What if she wasn’t feeling well?

What if she had suddenly gotten sick?

Sitting up she gave him a small smile, nodding, understanding his reasoning.

She yawned, a hand going up to cover over her mouth as it opened up wide, her face scrunching up as small tears bubbled at her eyes.

“Did you have trouble sleeping last night?” he asked her worriedly, his hand reaching out to slide beneath her right eye first, then left to wipe the small collection of tears there.

Touching her…

Being touched by her…

It was like breathing air. It was an unconscious action he wouldn't be able to live without after experiencing it. It had begun to be a very often occurrence, one he’d lost mind to after the first few, feeling it be second nature now.

And she didn’t seem bothered because, she had felt the same way.

Shaking her head she smiled, “ I’m just a little restless.” She told him.

“Being in bed all day and stuck here…All I do is sleep.” she told him, a blue blow of her lips being released as she hung her head slightly, “ So when the time comes for me to actually go to bed, I kind of struggle,” she told him.

The only trips she’d have were restroom breaks, which really want anything exciting. She was fine now, and she had been for the entirety of this week, the pain of before having gradually lifted off.

“Well, I'll just have to make sure to ask someone about that, alright?” he told her. “ I'm certain a bit of fresh air would do you good, Some sunlight… the light breeze…” He trailed off.

“You know,” he then added, “ We can walk around together,” he offered her. And with a single nod she agreed, “I’d love that Kaz,” she told him, suddenly sitting up straight, a look of great realization falling upon her,

“Hey!” she said with a slight pout forming, “The song... you never answered me on that,” she pointed out, and he slowly responded, “Oh well... yeah,” he spoke with notable hesitance.

“Where’s it from?” she asked him, “ It sounds pretty,” she admitted to him, making him immediately perk up.

“Really?” he said more to himself, “Well, if you must know...It’s actually something I wrote,” he told her, surprising her.

“Yo...You write music....like, songs?” she told him with intrigue.

“ I used to play too... but you know…” he trailed off, motioning to the cut-off limb with his chin, offering her a halfhearted smile. “That’s not happening any time soon....or ever again for that matter,” he said with a dry chuckle.

“I see, “ she voiced,“ I won’t lie, I would have loved to listen to you play. “ she told him, “...And joy one of your songs,” she added, all the while a lovely, little smile was drawn over her, truly having meant it.

It would have been interesting to her because she wouldn't have guessed he had played an instrument, much less had it in him to write music.

Those were things he didn’t mention.

In fact... she’d only just come to realize that the majority of the time, he was learning about her, and not the other way around. The only things he revealed about himself were scattered pieces lying in little memories he told her of, much of which was only happy times and good things.

When he did slip up and talk about something sensitive, he quickly steered it away, and admittedly, it did frustrate her.

Because she wasn't sure of his reasoning.

She wondered if perhaps he only wanted to make her smile, something he was always successful in achieving regardless of what he did.

‘ Maybe he’s just being nice,’ She told herself.

That possibility was sweet, and also likely because he really was sweet, just like a warm glob of honey.

‘Kaz... warm and kind...’

Those two words were ones she used to describe Kazuhira Miller of all people, and it was something she would have never assumed based upon their first meeting,

‘Back when he wanted me dead,’ She thought to herself with a shake to her head,

‘Is it insane to still feel that way about him?’ She wondered, questioning the likeness she had for him which hadn’t ceased in any way, and had in fact, only grown more.

They started off on the wrong foot,but even then she’d always felt something for him.

Then, even while having spent so much time with him, gradually falling deeper into those romantic sentiments, she realized that she barely knew anything about the man, atleast in regards to who he truly was.

What truly held him back? she wondered.

Was it fear?

Did he still not feel right to trust her with such things? Or was he just being protective...Just being considerate with her?

She had been almost certain he also had feelings for her, but she didn’t want to be too confident in that belief, because what if perhaps he was just being nice?

“Well…” He trailed off, “ I could sing you one of them,” He told her, sounding hesitant to make the offer, and unknown to her, his eyes trailed off from her for a moment, a bubbly, little feeling rising in the pit of his stomach as he waited for her reply.

He looked off elsewhere, first to the flooring, then off to the bed’s metal framing, and eventually coming full circle, his focus drawn back to her (e/c) colored drops.

With rounded eyes she lifted up her eyebrows high with surprise, ”Would you actually be willing to?” she asked him, looking at him with eager anticipation.

He could see a twinkle of excitement glimmering in her eyes as they looked on to him and chuckling, he nodded, “ If you’re willing to sit through it,” he told her.

Both her hands then pressed together over her chest as she repeatedly nodded , because it was an offer she just couldn't pass up.

”I have to warn you though, it’s not in English,” He told her, “It’s actually in Japanese,” he explained, making her grow more intrigued.

“- Yes please,” She encouraged him.

She’d heard him speak it before, loving the way the language rolled of his tongue. The only downside was that she couldn't understand him, but at the very least he’d been sweet enough to offer to teach her, something she was over the moon with, “Alright, Just for you,” he told her, clearing his throat with a forced cough.

And as she listened to him sing, her expression melted, along with her entire body following in suit.

But not with good settling, no.

‘Oh no...’

Rather than the sweet sound she had expected to hear, she was met with a sound that made her feel squirmy and uneasy, like the scraping of nails on chalkboard.

‘ My gosh...He’s...awful…’ she thought to herself, her hand reaching up to obscure her mouth where a small, amused twitch of her lips began to surface.

‘Really bad…’ she continued on, unable to shoo away the amusement she felt.

And she knew it wasn’t right to laugh, but she couldn't help it,

‘I think he might actually be tone-deaf....’ She mused on, watching his expression as he continued to perform. He was blissfully unaware of just how unpleasant he actually sounded, and it made it all the more entertaining.

In his mind, he wasn't even close to half bad, and only continued to grow on with more confidence as he was sure he was wooing her.

“So...what did you think?” he asked her as his smile grew, staring at her with expectancy, and she was sure that beneath the dark tinted lenses his eyes were glowing, practically sparkling.

He looked adorable...

‘So cute....’

“I like how it sounded,” she told him immediately after seeing his innocent hope.

And of course, she had spoken far before she could debate more on the matter and ultimately had downright lied to him.

Because, in all truth, he sounded like a dying cat.

Idealistically, she would have wanted to have been honest, but she couldn't bear the idea of tackling him down,

‘No... not with that sweet face,’

“I’m relieved you like it so much,” he said chuckling, feeling his face grow warm.

He had also hidden something from her, a little secret he had until then, “You know… I actually wrote that one a while ago,” He told her, and paying attention, she smiled, “ Yeah?” she asked him.

“ Yeah... about...about you,” he confessed to her, watching as her (e/c) colored eyes opened up more with surprise.

“ I know you might not understand it…” He started, “ And I suppose that was the intention because, I thought it’d be easier to show it to you that way, “ he revealed to her.

He had felt it easier to speak in his native language, a tongue he was certain she wasn’t fluent in. He’d tested the waters, deciding that if she liked it enough he’d be willing to reveal the muse to his art...

That being her.

“I-It's about me…?” she said airily, the admittance striking her fiercely, practically sucker-punching her and leaving her winded.

‘He wrote it about me,’ She thought to herself, her own face feeling warmth spread not just over her cheeks, but all over her face, a blossoming color spreading right up to the tips of her ears, giving away her delighted sentiment, and noticing the blush, he felt his courage fueled even more.

He felt it only right to continue, ‘ now or never right?’ He asked himself.

“I haven’t given it a name yet,” he revealed to her, “ So I was going to just name it after you as well…It’s kind of silly really,” he murmured towards the end.

“How many times has that already been done?” he added with notable mirth.

Sure he was trying to flatter her with the song’s title, but there was also the reality that there was no name more beautiful or fitting as hers. Nothing more could define what was practically a love poem, all in all, his confession.

Perhaps in the past, he had been quite the dog.

He’d be smoother when it came to women, practically a sneaky bastard when it came to them, but with her, he couldn’t use the same tricks. Not only did it not feel right, but admittedly, his handicap had dropped his confidence down a good amount of levels.

“It’s just that all this time we’ve spent together,” he started, “ It’s been everything to me, meaning more than you might think,“ He admitted, “ In fact, if I could, I wouldn't ever say goodbye, “ he continued on.

‘I feel like an idiot,’ He inwardly thought. ‘I sound a little too cheesy too, especially that last bit...’

“Oh Kaz…” she started, “It’s not silly at all,” she told him, truly flattered.

Heck, flattered wasn’t even a good word to describe the feeling she felt. Her heart was jumping up and down with joy that she, herself wanted to break out in exited somersaults.

“Please sing it for me again,” she told him with a hasty breath.

She couldn't understand it, but just knowing what it meant, knowing why he even made it...

As she heard the song a second time, she gazed at him, taking notice of the passionate way he carried out each verse, knowing that the energy behind his voice was stronger this time around.

She felt her heart blow up into tiny chunks by simply watching him.

Her eyes were completely glued to him, besotted with the lovely curves of his mouth, the edges on each side of it lifted up as he lightly swayed his body from side to side, investing his entire self into the rhythm.

His gloved hand then slipped over the powder green sheets, his digits creeping over hers, sliding up until his hand covered hers, fully encasing it, but not yet taking a secure hold of it,

"There's actually a final line to it…," he mentioned, his eyes skimming down to gaze at her pretty lips, watching as they parted, her tongue running over the bottom portion mindlessly, enticing him.

"What would that be?" She asked him, batting her eyes at him, her palms beginning to moisten with the anxiousness she felt, and with desperation, she lightly moved her hand to press more onto the sheet to try and lean it up..

‘Why is my heart racing so much?’ She asked herself. ‘ It’s not like we’ve never touched... it’s not like he’s never looked at me before either...

So why do I feel so... so excited?’ She wondered.

“ That would be… Aishiteru…” He said softly, his focus glued to her, his hand laying over hers, finally taking hold of it.

“ It’s the final line; something I've been meaning to say to you this whole time,” he added.

“W...What does that mean Kaz?” She asked him bashfully.

It was just a word, something she couldn’t understand, and yet she was feeling fidgety, squirmy with little delight at the way he said it.

‘ He can’t really mean…’

“ (f/n),” he started, his voice falling low.

Her breath was being held in as he leaned closer to her, his lips teasingly tickling hers with a light brush, “ Do you really want to know?” He murmured, sharing the same air she was.

It was a teasing question to ask, it being borderline cruel, because of course she wanted to know.

Airily, she answered back, “ Kaz, tell me. Please,” she urged him, her skin riddled with little goosebumps as his hand slid up her arm, gently gliding over its length before touching her jawline.

“ It means...I love you,” he revealed her, slowly melting his lips over hers, a contact that lasted for only a half a minute before he drew back, though hesitantly doing so, because he didn’t want it to end.

Still dazed as an aftermath of their kiss, (f/n) responded slowly, presently drunk on his gentle touch, her eyes peeking up at him through dark lashes and twinkling with a new light.

“I do too Kazuhira, I love you too,” she said with sincerity.

She drew towards him again, being the first to move and reach out to him, the second kiss lasting longer, both her hands on either side of his face to back up her words of proclamation.

What drew her towards him was fate, leading her heart to the right path to meet with his, together, healing one another.

- And he felt much more than a meager feeling of simplistic adoration for her, because it was so much more that.

There weren't any excuses to make, the care he had for her was evident, and now so was his love.

(灬♥ω♥灬)

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Educating the Victim - Act VI, Chapter XXV

Pairing: Rose Quartz/Pearl, Rose/Greg

Rating: Mature

Warnings/Tags: mild injury

CHAPTER 35: Power Cut

As the line clicked, the lights flickered again. As if on cue, Pearl's phone buzzed, warning her that she only had 5% battery left.

"Oh boy," she said, more to herself, and got her charger. She plugged it in and then awkwardly sat on the floor next to the plug, since she wasn't really going to abandon her phone.

Hope Rose is okay.

She decided to text Amethyst.

Hey, you up to much?

Amethyst took a couple of minutes to respond.

Ya, just finished up looking over notes. I'm free now, tho

Awesome! Proud of you! Do you want to call? The lights over here keep flickering and I'm a bit spooked, wouldn't mind some company.

Aw, yea, sure. I'm here for you. Just lemme know when.

About now, if that's okay?

Amethyst called her then, "Hey," she said as Pearl picked up. "You'll never guess where I've actually been all day."

"Hey! So, where have you been all day? At home, studying, by any chance?"

"Well, I spent half of it at school. Lazuli ran some English revision session thing she emailed me about, and no one else showed up. It was actually... really good? I was even sober for it. She's caught me high before."

"Oh hey, that's really good! Was it productive? Who knew Lazuli had it in her to be actually helpful," Pearl said, laughing, slightly embarrassed - since it was a studying session she'd missed, and in fact, hadn't even known about.

"Yeah! It was insane! She even rapped at me in iambic parameter, which was weird as hell but surprisingly... helpful? Anyway, I was real surprised you didn't show up."

"Yeah, I... must've missed the email," Pearl said, putting the phone on speaker and navigating to the email app. "Wait, I can't even see if I got it at all. Could be in spam? I don't know." Her phone flashed another warning at her as the lights went out. Pearl gasped, but a split second later, the lights came on again. "Oh god. The lights are doing the thing again. There isn't gonna be actual demons here, is there? Also, my phone is running low on battery, so that's fun."

"NOOO! You said! What's happening over there? Is Quartz's place haunted?"

"I don't know." Pearl shuddered. "I hope not. Like, I don't really... believe in ghosts and all that supernatural shit. And this didn't happen yesterday."

"Huh. Maybe something is up with your lightbulb. Get that guy you're living with to take a look if he's good with that kinda stuff?"

Pearl hesitated for a long moment.

"Uh. I haven't... really talked to Greg yet. It's kinda really awkward."

"What? But, dude! You live with him. He's okay. Quartz likes him so he's got to be safe and everything, right?"

Pearl's shoulders slumped. "I guess," she said. "It's just... weird, ya know? I mean, me and Rose used to be... dating, I guess."

"So? That doesn't mean you can't try and get along. I get along with Quartz, don't I? And we... did things, I guess?"

"Well, yeah, but she's your teacher! Our teacher. I don't know. Ugh." Pearl sighed. "Are you suggesting I should go talk to him about my superstitions?"

"Or ask him to look at the fuse box. Dude, how are you planning to survive living at uni?"

"Well, hopefully by not sharing a place with someone who's involved with someone I got history with."

"Hm. You never know. But seriously. Just go talk to him. The man looks like a living teddy bear."

"Hmpf. Maybe later. What are you up to now?"

"Oh, just chilling out now I'm done studying. And talking to you, obviously," Amethyst said. "Really looking forward to that party that's coming up, been feeling like a total recluse."

"Oh yeah! It'll be great! Have you heard much from everyone?"

"Nothing more than the group chat. I'll have to try and pay Ruby back since they're gonna get us that pizza."

"Oh, pizza sounds nice. That reminds me, I should think about dinner quite soon."

"That's a good idea. You've been eating enough, right?"

"Yeah," Pearl said. It wasn't even a lie. "I've been making sure I don't fall into old patterns again."

"Oh, P! You're doing good, you've been looking better recently, too. We should meet up soon."

"Please," Pearl said. "Are you around tomorrow?"

"Should be, after the exam?"

"Yeah, deffo! Though I might want to see Lazuli at some point as well," Amethyst replied. "You could tag along and get lunch after?"

"Yeah, that sounds good! I should probably go, though. I'll text you?"

"Sure thing!" Amethyst seemed jubilant at the prospect. "It would be nice to go with you somewhere a little more classy at some point."

"Oh... that can be arranged." Pearl smiled. "I'll have a look and pick a place. See you tomorrow!"

"Alright! See ya!"

Pearl hung up, and checked her phone: 4% - it was charging, but the phone call had drained more battery than could be regained in this short a time.

She sighed and put down the phone. Probably time to do something that didn't require her phone. Hey, hadn't Rose mentioned something about books?

Pearl had a look at the shelves, examining Rose's extensive collection of books - not just school books and non-fiction, but a load of fiction as well. Heavy books. Pearl frowned, reached out to grab one of the books.

And then, the lights went out.

Pearl gasped, froze in place for several seconds, expecting the light to go back on, like it had before.

It didn't.

"Okay," she said, "well, shit. Uh."

Her phone was emitting a small amount of light, so Pearl went towards it, and saw that it wasn't charging anymore. So it was all the electricity, not just the lights.

And her best bet was that the entire house was affected, not just her room.

Meanwhile, Greg had been preparing himself dinner in the kitchen below. Soup was simmering in the hob in a small soup pan. He made a noise of surprise as the lights all switched off, noticing that the gas in the oven was still lighting the room. He glanced out of the window but couldn't see if the neighbours had also been affected.

He clumsily waded to the staircase, tripping over a chair. "Pearl?"

Pearl heard. "Fuck!" she whispered under her breath.

Well, this wasn't really how she would have wanted to encounter Greg.

She opened the door to the corridor, carefully made her way to the stairs. "I'm here," she said. "You ok?"

"Yeah, I was just making sure you weren't too freaked out! Power outage, huh? I can go and check if the block is affected."

Pearl clutched her phone, hesitant to use it for light since the battery was so low. "Yeah, sounds like a plan," she said. "Uh, Rose said you know where the fuse box is? I can, er, check that out?"

"The basement." Greg swallowed, awkward. "It's down there. I, uh, should do it..." There was an odd pang of anxiety in his voice.

Pearl picked up on it. "I can do it," she said, "I've got my phone. Do you know if there's any torches or candles around?"

"Uh, I can look. I think Rose keeps scented ones in her bedroom." Greg rubbed his chin. "Oh yeah! she got them out when-" He looked at Pearl, pausing as his eyes widened.

Pearl caught his drift, and her shoulders slumped a little bit. “Well, I guess if they’re good enough for that, they’re good enough for lighting the house during an outage,” she said, trying not to let her bitterness bleed into her voice. “You can get those if you want, I’ll try to find the switchboard in the basement.”

"I have no idea where she keeps the matches. You don't happen to smoke, do ya?" He scratched his head. "If you had a light, it would be ideal."

Pearl glanced at him, feeling caught out. “I... should have a lighter here somewhere,” she muttered, and then handed it over. Her zippo. “I want it back, though,” she said. “Uh, good luck?”

"Oh, bad girl." Greg chucked. "Thanks, I'll join ya when I get the candles going."

Pearl turned wordlessly and tried to navigate her way through the dark house. She didn’t dare touch her phone in case she needed it more later.

She felt her way around the hallway, and ran into a solid mass. “Ow! Shit!”

Greg heard the cursing as he waded to Rose's room, hands carefully outstretched to guide him. "You okay?" He yelled, hoping to be heard.

“Yeah, I’m good, just ran into a... thing,” she called back. It looked like a small cabinet, positioned just next to a door.

“Oh, I guess I found it,” Pearl muttered to herself as she opened the door to face an impossibly even darker basement.

She felt her way forward, felt for a handrail on the stairs.

Greg shuffled around the room, opening shelves beside the bed. He closed his eyes, muttering. "Think... Universe, think. Where were they when she tied you u- Oh!" He glanced beside him, and opened a small cabinet door, with an array of familiar candles inside. "Gotcha!"

Just then there was an almighty crash as Pearl tripped and fell down the last remaining steps.

“Fuck!”

Okay, her knee had been a bit sore after she ran into the cabinet. But now it was really hurting, and Pearl wasn’t sure she was going to be able to move.

Greg didn't quite hear it as he lit the candle, allowing a sharp yelp as the flame hit his thumb. But, he was successful in his venture, the warm glow licking his face.

"I'm coming! Got the candles!" He yelled as he made his way to the stairs.

“Careful on the stairs,” Pearl called out, shifting. “Ow. Fuck.”

He heard Pearl's cursing this time, but frowned as he slowed down. He glanced to the bottom of the stairwell. "Hey, you alright there, Pearl?"

“Uh, I may have fallen down the stairs,” she said through her teeth. “My knee fucking hurts.”

Greg treaded down, carefully peering over her. He gave a little gasp. "Oh geeze, oh man, are you gonna need to go to see someone? Here, can you hold a candle?"

Pearl was grateful for the light. She took the candle from Greg and put it down next to her. “Just don’t stumble over it,” she said. “Uh.” She touched her knee, pulled a face, and tried to move it. “Ow, ow, ow,” she said, but found that it was not impossible. “On the plus side, I don’t think anything’s broken.”

"Alright." Greg nodded. "Do you want me to take a look?"

Pearl turned her face. “No, it should be okay, but thanks. Uh, you could find the fusebox?”

"Sure thing. I think I can see it over there." He tried to make it over, holding his own candle out. "I'll see if any of the switches are down."

“Okay.” Pearl held her knee. “Ugh, I hope I haven’t busted my knee again.”

"Me too. It was real bad last time, right?" Greg opened the box and glanced inside, frowning. "That's not good."

Pearl looked at him. “Did Rose... tell you about all that?” She then frowned. “What’s up with the fusebox?”

"Well, yeah, I asked. I was interested in her relationship with you." Greg shrugged as he turned around. "None of the switches are down like I thought they'd be. It might be a bigger problem we might need to wait out." He fiddled with the switches. "Nope. Shit."

Pearl watched, frowned. "You sure you're not breaking anything over there?"

She wasn't quite sure how to feel about the fact that Rose and Greg had talked about her. About their relationship.

"Yeah, this is how I usually do it. I think it might be better if we got upstairs and I went to check out the rest of the street."

"Okay. Well." Pearl tried to move her leg, grimaced. "I don't know if I'll be able to move. I, uh, I can stay here while you check what's going on outside?"

"You sure? I could try calling an ambulance, too."

“No!” Pearl said reflexively. “I – I mean,” she hastily added, “I’m sure it’s okay, I’ll be fine, this is more important.”

"I don't want to leave you here all alone, Pearl." Greg rubbed at his neck. "Not in the basement."

Pearl found her shoulders slumping a bit. “You don’t need to be worried about me.”

"Yeah? Well I am. Do you really want to be stuck down here with barely any light?"

Pearl sighed. “I’ll be okay! I’m sure it’s just a temporary thing. And there’s candles here, and you could, I don’t know, leave the lighter just in case? We need to know what’s going on, surely that’s more important than me being in the basement.”

"Alright." Greg swallowed. "If you're sure."

“Yeah I’m sure. I’ve still got my phone as well.” Pearl finally looked at him and tried to give him a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, go on.”

Greg carried himself to the stairs, nervously looking over his candle. "Text me if anything goes wrong, okay?"

“Sure.” Pearl was fairly sure she didn’t have his number, but she probably wouldn’t need it. “It’s fine.”

"Alrighty." He began to ascend, "I'll see you in ten and let you know if there's any news."

“Okay! Uh, have fun!” She didn’t really know why she said that.

A gust of air came from the door to the basement as Greg left, and the candle next to Pearl flickered.

Greg swiftly made it out of the house, grabbing a brown jacket and closing the door after giving the direction of the basement a small look. "Hope you'll be okay, bud." She had to be, right?

#steven universe #su fanfic #su pearl #greg universe #su greg universe #su amethyst #pearlmethyst #pearlrose #gregrose #su human au #educating the victim #etv act 6 #illustrated #animated #sfw

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subasekabang · 5 years

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Long Dream –Live Remix– (B Side)

Title: Long Dream –Live Remix– (B Side)

Rating: T

Word Count: 7598 total, 3840 this chapter

Characters: Coco, Joshua, Neku, Beat, OMC, OFC

Warnings: Major character death

Summary: Her Magnum Opus nears completion, and as her audience approaches, she hurriedly arranges one final rehearsal. Elaboration on a pet theory of mine, built out of Final Remix spoilers.

Feel the people, hear the voices

They are reaching out to catch you

Feel the rhythms, hear the noises

You are beating all the visions

***

Shinjuku’s Room of Reckoning, the seat of power for its reigning Composer, was the only place in the entire city that Coco absolutely hated. Despite being a space set aside specifically for her, she was required to keep the room exactly the way it had always been: a throwback to the Shinto roots of the city, with a gate of red wood over the entrance, two fox statues standing guard just beyond that, braided ropes and paper charms decorating every wall, and a large patch of white sand centered around a single flat stone under a narrow skylight. Coco sat cross-legged on a cushion on that stone, rapidly tapping her fingers as she regarded her surroundings.

“This place and I have, like, the exact opposite energy.”

It wasn’t much longer until she heard footsteps. Through the gate walked a woman who looked to be in her thirties, with slightly pale skin and straight black hair tied into a bun, wearing a simple shrine maiden uniform. She knelt at the edge of the sand and bowed. Coco fought back an urge to grimace, and was mostly successful.

“Sit up, Atsuko Watanabe,” Coco said in a half-assed formal tone. “We have, like, much to discuss.”

Straightening her back, Watanabe said, “You honor me with your presence, Composer. How may your humble servant carry out your will?”

Coco shifted in her seat. Even now, she still wasn’t entirely sure how to begin. “Well, uh…we got a thing we need to do…and this thing is, like, about Shinjuku’s future and stuff, so, um…”

A smile slowly crossed Watanabe’s face. Her eyes twinkled as she asked, “Do you mean a Game? Are we finally going to hold another Game?”

“Uuuuuh that was the plan, but—“

Watanabe brought her hands together. “Wonderful! It’s been so long since we’ve held a Game, we’ve built up such a stable of Players we need to test!”

“H-Hey, hold up gurl…” Coco said, reaching out reluctantly.

“I have already selected a Game Master I believe would be ideal, they need only your approval and we can begin immediately. Of course, this is but a humble suggestion, my lady: we shall proceed in whatever way you deem best. Oh, this is so exciting! I can hardly wait!” Watanabe closed her eyes and giggled, trying to sit still but bouncing just a bit. Coco scratched her head as a wave of intense guilt washed over her.

“Big yikes…” she said. “Um, Watanabe—“

“Yes, my lady?”

“I was saying, like, I was going to hold a Game, but…unfortunately, um, planz have changed.”

Coco could see the enthusiasm drain out of Watanabe. In mere seconds, her cheery demeanor was entirely gone, leaving her with nothing but a hollow, dejected expression that made her look ten years older. “…Oh. I see.”

“Listen, I’m sorry it be like that. Like, I know you really want a Game, and we’ll have one soon, I totez promise! v soon. But first, we got something else super urgent we need to deal with—it literally can’t wait, which is the only reason why I’m putting off the Game.”

Watanabe just stared down at the sand in silence.

Hesitantly, Coco asked, “…Um, Watanabe? u good?”

“Composer…” Watanabe said quietly. “Forgive me, but…I believe my patience has reached its limit.”

“Watanabe, listen up, this—“

“Years. It has been years since the last time a Game was held in Shinjuku! The Reapers need points to survive, my lady, and several of the rank and file are nearly out! They are in very real danger of fading away forever! And as if that weren’t bad enough, this…this entire situation could have so easily been avoided!”

Feeling just a little annoyed, Coco leaned forward and said, “I already told you, like, we’ll have one soon, nbd.”

“It’s a very big deal!” Watanabe shouted. “At this point your men are so desperate that when we do hold a Game, the competition amongst them will be atrocious! They won’t know when to expect another chance to earn points, so they’ll collect as many as they possibly can, hoarding them all for themselves, leaving few to none for the inexperienced to survive on! We may have garnered an exorbitant amount of Players, but at this point I fear it still won’t be enough to go around! And now you’re saying we need to wait even longer?!”

“Chill, fam! You’re totez getting WAY ahead of yourself!”

“I have to think that far ahead, because you won’t spare so much as a single thought for your duties!”

Coco’s eyes widened, her veins freezing over. “W…what did you just say about me?”

Watanabe stood up, aiming a sad glare at Coco. “I’ve been running the UG on my own this entire time, because you won’t take your duties seriously. You are meant to judge the worth of humanity, to learn what is necessary to guide them and us to a better future. Does that simply not matter to you, Composer?”

Coco could hardly believe what she was hearing. Standing, she said, “Like, of course it matters to me? I heckin love Shinjuku! Everything that I do is for the benefit of this city! You sayin you for realz don’t know that, Watanabe?”

“It is hard for me to believe that, my lady. You’ve excused yourself from your work for ages, and during all this time I’ve barely heard even a word from you! Frankly…I feel I have no evidence to suggest that you truly care for this city, nor that you will ever behave responsibly in regards to your duty regarding it.��

“That’s a hot load of…” Coco stopped, putting a hand to her forehead with a short huff. “…Whatevs. You don’t know what I’ve been doing, I never told you, so I guess I can’t totally blame you for thinking that. But like, the reason I asked you here was cuz I’m gonna tell you what I’ve been doing, and what comes next in my keikaku.”

Watanabe waited expectantly. Coco took a deep breath, hoping she would be able to find the words she needed.

“So tbh…I’ve been working on a Noise. A super duper powerful Noise called a ‘Magnum Opus’, which contains, like, its own plane of existence inside of it. I gotta strengthen it, and because it’s so complex, it’s taken a long time to get that done. Like, a loooong time. But it’s totez gonna be worth it!”

Watanabe furrowed her brow. “This whole time, you’ve been making a Noise? A single Noise? What made you think such a thing was necessary?”

“Well…I had a vision,” Coco said.

“A vision?”

“Yeah! I saw Shinjuku get entirely wiped out, so like, obv I had to do everything I could to stop that from happening!”

“…I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

“Well the…the way it happened…” Coco’s words ground to a halt. She couldn’t explain an Inversion without explaining the Inferno, and she couldn’t explain the Inferno without explaining the Higher Plane, and that was something she had been strictly forbidden from revealing to her subordinates. “Um…see, the guyz who did Teh Thing were, like, suuuuper powerful. I knew I was totez gonna need a heavy hitter to take ‘em down! So, Magnum Opus Noise!”

Watanabe took a few seconds to reflect on this explanation, finally saying, “I suppose that makes some sense.”

“Great! Glad we’re, like, on the same page!”

“Wait a moment, my lady, I still have questions. I have never heard of this Magnum Opus Noise—where did you learn of it?”

“It’s, uh, top secret Composer stuff. Sorry, can’t share those deetz.”

“Alright then. In that case, did your vision also come from your Composer powers?”

Coco shook her head. “Nah…my Composer-ness does give me sum omniscience and stuff, but this was different. Normal Composer Vision is, like, whambalam, and KABAM, yeah, that seems right, I can feel it in my kokoro. But this vision was totez creepy af, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Watanabe paused a moment. “My lady…if you’ve never seen anything like this vision, then why are you so sure it is reliable?”

Coco blinked. “…Um…”

Watanabe stepped forward. “If this has nothing to do with your Composer abilities, then what guarantee is there that these events will come to pass? Why would you be so certain of it that you would give up everything else just to prepare for something that may never occur?”

“It…well…” Coco looked down, her cheeks starting to burn as she fumbled for a response. She raised her fist towards her chin and turned slightly. “Something about it, just…terrified me, Watanabe. I’ve never felt horror like that, so…I mean, I had to do something.”

Watanabe took another step. “And merely because it scared you, you abandoned all of us?!”

Coco backed up to the edge of her stone. Watanabe lowered her gaze, realizing that her foot had landed on the sand. Turning abruptly, she covered her face with her hand and sighed, while Coco just stared at her back.

“…Watanabe…please,” she said. “I need your help to keep Shinjuku safe. Can I count on you?”

Watanabe looked over her shoulder. “…I am sorry, Composer. But I do not believe in this cause of yours. Go and do what you must…but in the meantime, I am going to see to my duties and conduct a Game. Shinjuku cannot be asked to wait for us any longer.”

Coco lowered her arm. Trying as hard as she could to smile, she said, “Understandable, have a nice day.”

Watanabe walked out. Coco dropped down and pulled her hood over her eyes, shutting them tight to keep her tears from falling. When she eventually opened them again, the room was much darker—something had covered up the skylight, she realized. It was then she noticed Rōjin standing at the edge of the sand.

“…Like, I knew she was gonna be annoyed,” Coco said, “but I didn’t think she’d get so pissed off. tbh I wasn’t prepared to see her like that. I’m…kinda shook.”

She let out a ragged sigh.

“I legit wanted her help. If I can’t count on Watanabe, then like, none of my Officers are gonna help. Now Tapez and I are probs gonna have to fight the Inferno on our own.”

Hopefully, she glanced up at Rōjin. He shook his head.

“…Right. Your hands are still tied, I guess. The Higher Plane won’t do anything until it’s already too late. But damn Kiryu and his Producer get off totally clean after trying to sink their city…but, that’s none of my business.”

She got to her feet and looked her Producer in the eye.

“Rōjin…I totez appreciate all you’ve done for me. You’ve been a real bro, taking me srsly and helping out however you can. I know I sorta take you for granted, but like, I really am gr8ful for everything. Just wanna let u know.”

Rōjin nodded. Coco glanced at the sand hesitantly, and then shrugged, walking right across it.

“Guess I’ll just go back to what I was doing. If you can, plz keep an eye out while Watanabe runs her Game—I don’t know fo sho how much time we got until the Inferno makes a move.”

As she approached, Rōjin held on arm out to stop her. She faced him with a confused expression.

“I will advocate for you,” the Producer said.

“…wat?” Coco said. “Wait, you mean right now, you’re going up?”

Rōjin nodded.

“I…I mean thnx, that’s really generous, but u sure? They’re getting the Game they asked 4, that should make them happy, yeah?”

“A Game run by the Conductor. They will demand an explanation. Anticipating this will look better, and allow me a chance to sway them.”

Coco stepped towards him. “Rōjin, don’t put a target on your back! The Higher Plane has, like, already been clear about how they want to deal with the Inferno, there’s no way we’re gonna be able to change that. Even if we tell em Shinjuku will be wiped out if they don’t do sumthin, they’re totez just gonna say ‘then perish’. I can handle this! I mean, I know I was just lowkey freaking out, but real talk, I can—“

Rōjin turned and began to leave.

“Hey, hold up!”

He paused. Coco fidgeted.

“…I just…I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me. Like, I know I’m a crappy Composer, and I’ve already caused you nothing but grief with the crew upstairs. If you push em any further…”

Rōjin faced her, and to Coco’s surprise, he was smiling. “Don’t be afraid.”

Coco couldn’t think of a reply. Rōjin turned back around and went through the gate, leaving Coco alone. It took some time, but eventually she was able to calm down.

Tapez’s next meal might be the last one he gets before the baddle beginz. I need to, like, figure out how to make his power maximum with just one more boost.

Slowly, she turned her head.

…The OG strat was that, at the last second, I’d go for that pair. And like, they’d totez gimme dat boost. But now that Kiryu’s onto me, and it’s obv just how, uh, strained my relationship with the Higher Plane is…not convinced that’s the best play I can make rn.

Coco paced across the room as she weighed her options. As she did, she began to feel a sharp pain in her head, and her entire body tensed.

A…again?

The pain began to spread.

No, no not another one, not already, not now!

Her vision went out all at once. When it returned, she was looking through that same unsettling filter, only now she saw not Shinjuku, but Shibuya. She saw Neku, the boy slowly falling over as his body went limp and lifeless. And in front of him, she saw Joshua, pointing a gun at him with a look of malice as an unfamiliar voice echoed in her mind.

“Hello? Is anybody there?”

The Room of Reckoning came back, and it was perhaps the only time in her life Coco had ever been glad to see it. She clutched her head tightly in both hands, staring wide-eyed at the floor, and worked to decipher what she had just seen.

“This one…was different…Kiryu shot him? Why would he do that? I mean, he did it before…is this from the past? Or is he going to do it again?”

Coco thought back to her last conversation with Shibuya’s Composer. She remembered his parting threat.

“…Would he really…kill Neku…just to stop me from using him?”

She couldn’t know for sure. But, it wasn’t something she would put past him. And assuming this latest vision wasn’t a look back into the past, that meant the Neku of the world she lived in might only be around for a limited time.

“If I dun act now, I might miss my chance.”

She weighed her options again, but this information was more than enough to tilt the scales. Clenching her fists, Coco glared in the direction of Shibuya.

“I gotta do it to ‘em. I ain’t afraid of Kiryu! He can try whatev he wants, but I’m totez gonna come out on top! After this, Tapez will be unbeatable!”

***

In this long dream, can you find me?

Want you to call my name

In this hazard, chance of survival?

I need to be with you

***

Coco stood alone on the empty streets of Shinjuku. One hand was pressed firmly against her bleeding shoulder, and the other was clamped tight around a pin emblazoned with a symbol resembling the Dissonance Tapir’s eye. She stood there, shaking, trying her best to cling onto her composure, but it was too much for her. Coco threw her head back and wailed into the sky.

She had sought out Neku and Beat, drawn them into the pseudo-parallel world contained within the tapir, and done her best to coax them into making their way to the outskirts of “Shibuya”. She was almost successful. However, Shibuya’s Producer had interfered, using some unknown technique to take control of the replica of himself within her illusion and informing the Players of where they really were. With the easy way no longer an option, Coco had ordered the tapir to attack, but somehow, they had found a way to erase it.

Dropping to her knees, Coco cradled the pin in both hands, barely able to see it through the tears pouring from her eyes. As she was, she didn’t even have the strength to summon the tapir from it. Her Magnum Opus was in there, she could sense its consciousness, but it was incredibly faint.

“Dammit…damn you, Kiryu…”

In her panic upon losing the tapir, Coco had ended up shooting Neku, but Joshua had appeared and wounded her as she retreated. She had been just on the border of Shinjuku when the Inversion occurred. And despite all her preparations, all her determination, Coco could do nothing but watch as her entire city vanished right before her eyes.

“Why Shinjuku? Of all the UGs, why mine?! Why…why…”

Not a single person remained on the once-bustling roads. The tapir was out of commission, Watanabe was likely erased, and Rōjin wasn’t returning her calls. Coco was alone with nothing to fight for, much less anything to fight with.

“…No…”

She punched the pavement. With teeth clenched, she glared upward.

“If Shinjuku’s gone…then I’m gonna make the Inferno pay for taking it! I’ll play their stupid Game, and I’ll win—whatever it takes!”

Taking one last look at the pin, she carefully placed it in her pocket. She ripped off the end of her sleeve and wrapped it around her wound, and after making sure it was tight enough, she got to her feet and wiped her tears.

“Guess that puts me at square one. Tapez can still make some contributions, but I’m not gonna have time to beef him up like I did before. So I’mma need a new heavy hitter…”

Coco gazed at Shibuya once more.

“He’s totez not gonna want to help me…but like, he’s not getting a choice!”

***

Feel the people, hear the voices

They are reaching out to catch you

Feel the rhythms, hear the noises

You are beating all the visions

***

“…How fortunate she managed to escape erasure.”

Coco kept her eyes down as she walked. She adjusted her hood, keeping the pin hooked to the inside of it next to her ear.

“Clearly she’s something special,” she heard Hanekoma say. “And let’s not forget our little Reaper friend. We’ve got some crazy cats headed our way.”

“Which makes this the calm before the storm.” Coco scowled at Joshua’s voice. “There’s no telling what will become of Shibuya…but I suppose that’s THEIR problem now, not ours.”

She rolled her eyes, mumbling, “That’s, like, exactly what I’d expect from you.”

“What about Neku?”

Coco stopped mid-step.

“He served his purpose,” Joshua said, “but I don’t need him anymore.”

She pulled out the pin, saying, “Hmph. Speak for yourself, nerd. The Game, like, literally can’t go on without Neku…like, maybe you don’t need him, but I totez do!”

At this point, he was her best bet. If Neku, with help, was able to defeat the Dissonance Tapir after all the work she had put into it, then that made him the deadliest weapon available to her. She had hoped Joshua would put him into play, but that was a problem she could easily circumvent. However, that wasn’t the only problem this new plan faced. Coco eyed the alleyway just ahead.

“If he’s, like, even gonna stand a chance…he’s totez gonna need a zetta strong partner!”

She entered the alleyway to find an elaborate pattern painted onto the sidewalk. Immediately, she recognized it as a Taboo Noise refinery sigil. For just a moment, Coco hesitated, wondering if this was really the person she wanted to recruit. She couldn’t help but be curious about the girl from the vision—the one who supposedly escaped the Inversion unharmed—but she wasn’t sure exactly where she was, or if she could fight. Coco had to make the most of what was available to her. She had accepted that.

“If those goons are so thirsty for a fight…” Coco said, reaching out with both hands. “Then they can, like, come here and get rekt like the noobs they are!”

She activated the sigil. It lit up with bright light, but only for a few seconds before going out in a brilliant flash. Coco waved away the smell of smoke as she gazed upon the man who now sat at the center of the design.

He had a mess of medium dark hair, and brown skin that turned to the pitch black shade of Taboo Noise over his hands and forearms, with an intricate emblem decorating his torso. The black shirt and jeans he wore were badly torn, but the silver on his necklace and belt buckle gleamed as if brand new. Slowly, he rose to his feet. He looked down at himself and smirked in approval.

“Seems somebody forgot to carry the one,” he said. “Not that I’m complaining! They say the third time’s the charm, and I’ve always had a soft spot for cubic roots!”

Coco watched as he just threw his arms apart and laughed. The power he possessed was incredible, nearly overwhelming her senses as she tried to gauge it. Finally, he turned to her, and she snapped out of her trance.

“So tell me…how exactly do you factor into this equation?”

“…I just, like, need to know one (1) thing,” Coco asked. “How’d you like to take down someone even stronger than a Composer?”

The man leaned in close. “Hm…easier in theory than in practice.”

“Tru…but I have a plan that will totez make it possible tho.”

“Hah! And what proof validates that operation?”

Pointing down, Coco said, “Like, I brought you back, yeah? How many people can do that? Doesn’t that get your attention?”

He looked at the sigil, then back to Coco. Backing up a bit, he said, “Huh…you did this all with a single variable? That’s worth adjusting an estimation for…”

“So like, whaddaya say, bro Minamimoto? Come hear me out. I totez promise you won’t be disappointed.”

Minamimoto thought for a moment. Then, with a chuckle, he said, “It’d be zetta dumb to cancel out a set like that. Tell you want, decimal point: I’ll see where this line you’ve plotted goes. Just make sure the solution is as good as you’ve promised!”

Coco grinned. Turning aside for the moment, she rubbed the Tapir pin in her pocket, and said to herself, “There’s, like, no way we’re gonna lose!”

***

Is it angels? Is it devils?

Whispering in my ears

Is it emotions? Is it illusions?

I need to be with you

#TWEWY #TWEWY Bang 2019 #The World Ends With You #World Ends With You #Subarashiki Kono Sekai #fanfic #submission

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TASK 009 >>> questionnaire

What are your character’s nicknames, if any?

Contrary to popular belief, “ J u l e s ” is in fact, her given name.

Not Julia, Juliet, Julianne — it’s just Jules. ( after the author of an crumbling, unreadable old book her father has had in his possession since he was a boy. The story inside is worn and warped by war and age, but the cover is still clear: TWENTY THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA by JULES VERNE.

It was an impossible, unthinkable feat now, to travel that far under. Unimaginable. But Aaron Churchill wanted his daughter to do impossible things.)

She wouldn’t go by Jules if it weren’t her actual, given name — nicknames aren’t exactly professional. But at home it’s fine — she’s called Jule-bug, J, Jul, and a rather ridiculous collection of petnames, courtesy of her father.

Do they have any bad habits?

Her bluntness is a rude habit, one her mother e n d l e s s l y scolded her on. Be nice, Jules! Be polite, Jules! ( But Jules doesn’t like being a liar. She likes telling the truth, the brutal, boring, terrible truth. Is that so bad?) With that comes her habit of being judgmental, of thinking she’s the one who has it all figured out, the only one who understands anything.

(Doesn’t help that so far in her life, she hasn’t exactly been proven wrong.)

Do they have any tattoos? If not, would they want one?

Absolutely not, tattoos are for vagrants and capitolites, and the Churchills don’t have a particularly high opinion of either group. Nothing is that important that it needs to be permanent, anyway.

Do they have any scars? How did they get them?

Jules is lucky insofar that the only scars she has is from a childhood well-lived. There’s remnants of scraped knees from tripping playing tag, a burn behind her ear from letting her little sister straighten her hair.

But nothing traumatic, nothing awful, nothing bad.

Not yet.

How do they dress most of the time?

( ooc ; Do you know how, in the Sound of Music, the captain has his seven children wear literal uniforms before Maria comes?

...Yeah. Her dad was like that.)

Her clothes are high-quality, as fits one of the richer families in District Seven, but not ostentatious. She’s never casual — her wardrobe had a wide array of blouses and sweaters and skirts and corduroys, but no jeans, no sweatpants, no t-shirts. If it’s not appropriate for Sunday Mass, Jules Churchill doesn’t wear it.

What words or phrases do they use frequently?

More than phrases, Jules has a distinct style of speaking — she repeats things for emphasize, instead of saying things like “very,” she says “this is bad, bad, bad, “or I love love love this dress.”

Also, notably, Jules rarely swears unless she’s in extreme circumstances. It’s not very proper.

If anyone, who do they trust to protect them?

Short list: Her dad, only her Dad. She trusts the other members of her family, but when it comes to protection, only one person could do it, and that is Aaron Churchill. She very much views him as her one and only protector, her guardian against all things.

(And he would say the same thing. The fact that he can’t possibly protect Jules in the Hunger Games in any discernible way — it eats the man alive. He’s supposed to be her protector, he’s supposed to take care of her, and he can’t, can’t can’t.

What is the point of power if you cannot protect your little girl?)

Are they argumentative or do they avoid conflict?

Depends on who you are. Do you have something Jules wants, a position or authority? She can play the yes-man all you like. But if Jules decides you’re not worth it, get ready to hear her monolingual on how incredibly wrong, wrong, wrong you are.

Did they have any role models growing up other than their parents?

No. Only Dad. No one outside of the family really mattered.

When was the time when they were the most frightened?

...Does this very moment count? Jules trusts herself, trusts her instincts, but she’s also terrified every waking moment of the games. From the moment her name was called out in the city square, every moment has been more terrifying than the last.

(Jules doesn’t want to die, her entire life so far has been planning from the future, they cannot take that away from her. If there’s no future, there was no point to any of it at all.

That can’t be the story.

I want a different story!)

When was the time when they were the happiest?

Jules Churchill, age ten, the sort of age where everything is wrong with you and the world is against everything you do. Despite fate and biology and puberty working against her, Jules is successful, well-liked, the darling of her teachers. So much so, in fact, one of her teacher’s tells her:

“Jules Churchill, you truly are your father’s daughter.”

She ran straight to City Hall after school, just so he could tell them, as she stood panting, red-faced in her father’s office, he simply laughed.

“Jules, we already knew that. It’s clear to anyone who meets you that you’re mine.”

What is their most embarrassing moment?

After she turned fifteen, her father occasionally brought her to city hall for the day to shadow him. At fifteen, Jules thought she knew everything about the world, and acted as such to peacekeepers, her father’s staff, and plenty of other high-ranking officials.

The chewing-out by her father midway through the day made it clear that she was not as smart as she seemed. Not yet, anyway.

Are they optimistic or pessimistic?

Pessimistic about the world, but optimistic about her own prospects in it. Jules is very much aware that the world she lives in is a cruel, ugly, unforgiving and unwelcoming place. But she also has the deeply-held belief that she can overcome that if she’s smart enough, if she works hard enough.

(I wish that counted for something. I wish it counted for anything at all.)

What is their most treasured possession?

Her father own a bronze pocket-watch of incredibly old age, put together before the dark days. She has always, always, always wanted it, always made comments about how she hopes someday it will be given to her. It’s an heirloom, a piece of their family that has always been in their family.

Her father gave it to Jules to have as her token. She intends to return it to him, though.

How do they spend a typical Saturday night?

Not terribly surprising, but Jules was rather popular at her school back in Seven. The wealthy, charming daughter of the Mayor had no trouble finding friends, and as such, if her schedule of studying allowed it, Jules was a regular attendant of District Seven’s house parties, though no, she never partook in any of the more inappropriate activities that defined teenage parties.

(She just liked dancing.)

What song would you use to describe them?

baobabs by regina spektor

and i wouldn't raise my child inside this city anyway / they grow up too savvy and they grow up too fast / and they know about buying shit and they know about sex / and they know about investment banking and also about brokerage firms / and they know about the numbers and they know about the words / and they know about the bottom line and also about stones / and they know about careers and about the real deals /and they all grow up and become people's people with people skills

but you have tamed me / now you must take me / how am I supposed to be / I don't have my thorns now

Are they introverted or extroverted?

Extroverted, if only through sheer force of will. Jules prides herself on being able to talk to anybody and everybody. Especially in her element (District Seven, with her family, etc), Jules owns the room she goes into, knows how to light up the room she’s in.

Are they organized or messy?

Organized in terms of her room, messy in terms of her desk. Too many thoughts, too many papers, too many things to keep track of when it came to her brain. Her room, however, is immaculate — clothes arranged by color, nothing on the floor at all.

What do they like about themselves?

To be frank, there’s a lot. Jules is a more than a little bit full herself, if you haven’t noticed yet.

She loves her brain, her calculating, clever way of thinking her way into and out of every situation she needed to. She knows she’s attractive, though it doesn’t matter all too much to her (who cares if I’m pretty if I fail my finals?!), though it’s certainly a plus.

She loves where she comes from, her intelligent, ambitious, historic family. She loves her role as the heir apparent of that very family. She loves being Jules Churchill.

How do they relax?

A good book — HISTORY OF PANEM, usually, maybe a folk story or two. Fire roaring in the parlor of her home in Seven, a cup of tea squealing from the kitchen.

What is their ideal date?

Traditional, traditional, traditional. Wear something nice, take her to dinner, pay for it, and make sure to entertain her with the conversation — if she’s bored, you’re over.

(also, eating her out afterwards wouldn’t hurt)

Do they want children? Why or why not?

Yes, but that doesn’t exactly mean Jules wants to be a mother. She wants to continue her family line, maybe even have someone love her unconditionally in the way a child does. But raising a child? Changing diapers and feeding and comforting and crying with a child for eighteen-plus some years?

Who had time for that?

Where do they see themselves in five years?

The plan has changed since she was reaped — though her heart can’t fully rule out following in her father’s footsteps, she’s not sure a Victor would even be eligible to be chosen as the mayor. But a Victor has a power all it’s own, probably more so than a mayor — something Jules wants to wield wisely.

What would be their three wishes if they found a genie’s lamp?

To win ( d u h . )

For her family to wield power comparable to the snows in the capitol (yeah, something she has seriously thought about)

For pomegranates to grow in Seven — she tried one here in the capitol, and it is the closest Jules has come to falling in love.

Describe your character sitting in their favorite spot.

See above — the parlor of her home in Seven, with it’s ancient Persian rugs, warm fire-lit lamps, shelf after shelf of books and usually at least one member of her family inside. Add herbal tea for an especially happy Jules.

#ttwtask #so so so long #but some cute stories

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high school au, enemies-to-lovers

Memorable

valentine’s day mini special

Comfy

fluff!

Better

kehlani mini series: 24/7

Too Real For You to Handle

kehlani mini series: did i

Park Jihoon

Jeojang!

Jihoon gets a bit jealous of you and Daehwi joking around, and a cute conversation ensues (because the cutest kind of relationship is one with communication)

non au?

jisung and sungwoon the aunties and guanlin the angsty teen

Mafia AU

bullet-style scenario

Harry Potter AU

Fashionista

Dating Park Jihoon can be… challenging. Especially when he’s on a mission to prove to the nation that he’s not the fashion terrorist that they make him out to be.

Dance Into My Heart

You and Jihoon are partnered up for your friend Somi’s dance video, and get closer as you prepare for filming.

dancers au (1million-esque)

Stop Being Cute

You love your best friend dearly, but sometimes the amount of attention that Park Jihoon gets just because he has a nice face can get a little annoying…

high school au/ best friends w/no romance au

Be My Distraction

Drabble

Hold Me By The Heart

drabble

Hear Your Voice

drabble

Pink

valentine’s day mini special

I’m Sorry

kehlani mini series: the letter

Distraction

kehlani mini series: escape

Park Woojin

Picture Perfect (ongoing)

1 | 2 | 3

You’re not particularly into BNM, the new rising kpop group, but your best friend has fallen head-over-heels for their adorable maknae, Lee Daehwi. Your days in college are filled with working on your photography portfolio in hopes that a magazine will hire you, while your best friend’s is filled with stalking keeping up with BNM. However, when one day, your best friend decides to attend a fansign with your best camera, your entire world changes.

A multichaptered fic ft. Park Woojin, the trainees of Brand New Music, Yoo Seonho and the pd101 boys. In this story, your best friend’s name is Lee Seonmi; you two have been friends since high school, and you attend university in Seoul and room together.

Did anyone say slow burn?

Harry Potter AU

bullet–style scenario

Mafia AU

bullet-style scenario

I Love You

Super fluffy

You visit Woojin a few hours before Episode 11; cuddling and cute times ensue

What Are You Waiting For?

you and woojin are best friends. the catch? you’ve had a crush on him since forever, and you’re helping him ask another girl to prom.

ft. friend! kang daniel and older brother!jisung who eats cheese shirtless

high school

set in usa au?

Sweat

Your boyfriend Woojin has a tendency of playing soccer during lunch, but at least he brings you snacks to bribe you into wiping the nasty sweat off his foreheadpre-established relationship

for anon who requested woojin fluff

based off of this pann post

Rivals

You attend a football game between your own university and its rival, Silver Creek Institute. At the game, you meet a super sweet guy, Park Woojin. However, you soon realize that maybe you didn’t know everything you needed to about him.

for an anon who requested a romeo and juliet fic without death

based off of the usa university system

You're a One Hit Wonder, Baby

Your older brother is a boxer. Through his competitions, you come to meet Park Woojin, another boxer, who catches your eye.

Being With You

You and your boyfriend Woojin had a tradition. Every week, you spend time at his dance studio, him working on a choreography and you working on your drawing, before heading over to grab some street food. It’s a good tradition.

Can't Be With You

drabble

You Spin My Head Right Round

When your best friend Jaehyun ditches you at the county fair, you find yourself riding the ferris wheel with a stranger (who is admittedly quite cute). The catch? You’re super afraid of heights

Pretty Cute

You’ve just moved to a new school and have an interesting interaction with Park Woojin, the school’s resident bad boy ™

Can’t Be With You

kehlani mini series: in my feelings

Bae Jinyoung

Reaction to significant other hating ghosts and you two watching a horror film

Harry Potter AU

bullet-style scenario

Mafia AU

bullet-style scenario

Best Friends AU

bullet-style scenario

no romance

Sick

You’re feeling a little under the weather, but Jinyoung is there to cheer you up!

Special

Valentine’s day mini special

Beautiful

kehlani mini series: bright

Lee Daehwi

Hit Me Up

You play hard to get, but Daehwi is determined to get you as his date.

Hit Me Up (The Sequel)

Now that Daehwi’s managed to get a date with you, how does the first date go?

Secrets

You and Lee Daehwi are dating, but your older brother Daniel isn’t aware. What happens when you two go to a movie and Daniel is there as well?

Harry Potter AU

bullet-style scenario

Mafia AU

bullet-style scenario

Banana Milk Love

You and Lee Daehwi have been best friends since kindergarten. However, when you reach high school, you start to drift apart, and you find yourself missing his sunny presence.

(childhood friends/best friends to lovers; next door neighbors to lovers)

Help Me Fly Again

drabble

Dear Guardian Angel

You work at a barbecue restaurant fairly close to the buildings that all the businesspeople work in. One night, you notice a new face among a crowd of regulars.

Focus On Me

Your boyfriend Daehwi has the tendency to flirt with other people without even realizing it.

Forever

valentine’s day mini special

Lai Guanlin

Harry Potter AU

bullet-style scenario

One of Those Days

It was one of those days where you just felt down about yourself, comparing yourself to other people. Luckily, Guanlin’s able to cheer you up.

pre-established relationship

ft. blackpink cameos

warning for body image-concerned reader

Mafia AU

bullet-style scenario

Let Me Love You (complete)

1 | 2

When you were first paired up with Lai Guanlin for your Advanced Business final, you didn’t know what to think. Guanlin was quiet and shy, but as you continued to work together, you realized that he was also kind and a gentleman with his own personal problems. Slowly, you fell for him, and unbeknownst to you, he’d been in love with you all along…

featuring kang mina (pd101/gugudan), kang daniel and ong seungwoo as your best friends; park jihoon and yoo seonho as guanlin’s best friends

high school! au

Reaction to significant other hating ghosts and you two watching a horror film

Reaction to you being close friends with another male idol

I Can’t Let Your Heart Go

As one of the hottest rookies, your participation in collaboration stages is a given. But when you perform Troublemaker with YHUA’s Justin, your boyfriend Guanlin gets a little worried about his own talents and it’s up to you to reassure him that you love him all the same

ft. yuehua trainee justin bc dont lie he would do a gr8 troublemaker

and idol!reader

Let’s Dance… or Try

To boost popularity for your own group, C.I.E.L, your entertainment company decides that you’ll do a special stage with Lai Guanlin of Wanna One. It’s decided that you’ll be performing Troublemaker– the only catch? Guanlin isn’t exactly the world’s best dancer.

Hype

You, Guanlin and Seonho are best friends and it’s messy as hell.

no romance

best friends/high school au

Savior

royalty!au; guanlin is a prince and you’re a palace healer

Nice Shot

You’re practicing basketball in your school’s gym when Lai Guanlin decides to join you; a strange friendship blossoms.

Will

valentine’s day special

I’m Down For You

kehlani mini series: down for you

Kim Jonghyun

Reaction to PD101 Ep.11

Harry Potter AU

bullet-style scenario

New Beginnings

On your first day of college, you’re introduced to Kim Jonghyun, a kind third-year student. As your time in university progresses, you experience many of your college “firsts” with him, leading you to fall for the junior. ft. yuehua sprouts as your best friends (pls ignore their ages omg)

4.5 k words

warnings for alcohol, drugs, attempted use of date-rape drugs

Mafia AU

Cuddles Reaction

New Neighbors

You move into your new apartment, and discover Jonghyun and Jisoo, the adorable father-daughter duo across the hallway. It doesn’t hurt that Jonghyun is incredibly attractive.

non-idol! au

single father jonghyun

What Would Kissing Jonghyun Be Like?

short bullet-style drabble

Forgetting Isn't Easy

drabble

Rosy Cheeks

office!au

Kang Dongho

Reaction to PD101 Ep.11

Harry Potter AU

bullet-style scenario

What Would Kissing Dongho Be Like

bullet-style

Mafia AU

Sunrise

You and your boyfriend go on a date to the beach to watch the sunrise.

Mornings

Just a cute mini fluff about you and Dongho waking up together

Cuddles Reaction

Blue Salvia

Written version of Dongho’s bullet-list mafia au

Captivated

vampire au, set in the same universe as moonstone (yongguk) and colors showing (minhyun)

Here

valentine’s day mini special

Comfort

kehlani drabble series (unconditional)

Beautiful

kehlani mini series: everything is yours

Warmth

kehlani mini series: unconditional

Choi Minki

Harry Potter AU

Mafia AU

Cuddles Reaction

Personal

drabble

Ahn Hyeongseop

Reaction to PD101 Ep.11

Mafia AU

Harry Potter AU

Mall Date

Just a cute mall date with Hyeongseop. That’s it.

Dinner

Lee Euiwoong

Mafia AU

Harry Potter AU

Huang Justin

Mafia AU

You Know I Want Your Love

You’ve never liked Huang Justin, the #1 fuckboy at your high school. That starts to change when you’re assigned as his tutor in Literature.

I’m Here

You get into an argument with Justin, your best friend

Just Relax

kehlani mini series: hold me by the heart

It’s November

kehlani mini series: honey

Jung Jung

Moments Like This

drabble

Noh Taehyun

Harry Potter AU

Mafia AU

Host Club AU: The Sporty Host

That Soulmate Kinda Love

brother ha sungwoon and brother’s best friend noh taehyun

Im Youngmin

Confession

It’s Valentine’s Day, and in a moment of true bravery, you decide to gift your long-time crush Im Youngmin with chocolates. When you see how many other girls have also given him gifts, your confidence dips, but it all works out in the end

valentine’s day fic in july? hell yeah lets do it

high school au! ft. im nayoung (pristin) and choi seungcheol (17) bc they’re also 95 liners

seonho and guanlin as reader’s best friends

Harry Potter AU

bullet-style scenario

You’ve Got a Pizza My Heart

You and your boyfriend have your first fight, but he has an incredibly cheesy way to say he’s sorry

pre-established relationship w/youngmin

Don’t Play (complete)

1 | 2

ft. ha minho as the asshole™

Im Youngmin is your brother’s best friend. You happen to have a huge crush on him.

angst and fluff ish? in chapter one; pure fluff in chapter two

some weird non idol au

kim donghyun is your older brother

warning: this includes unsafe/underage (?) drinking and sexual harassment.

Passion

link to navigate chapters

Ever since you accidentally spilled your lunch on Im Youngmin, the popular chaebol senior with money and fame, he’s seemed to hate you. However, when some odd photos of the two of you arguing appear in a tabloid, he has a solution as to how you can make up for it– pretend to be his girlfriend.

high school au + fake dating au

same universe/basic timeline as let me love you

multichaptered for all you youngmin stans!

dancer!reader

reader is a second-year in high school; youngmin is a third-year

Yearbook

You and Daehwi win “the best couple that never was” in the yearbook. Your boyfriend Youngmin is not pleased.

Conceptualize

As a famous producer, your good friend KittiB asks you to help her label out by lending a hand to BrandNewMusic’s latest project– an idol group. You decide to help out

no romance!!!

producer!reader

Mafia AU

Cinema

It’s your first date with Im Youngmin, and you’re incredibly nervous about your movie date.

Sweet Like Honey

Drabble

Kim Donghyun

Conceptualize

As a famous producer, your good friend KittiB asks you to help her label out by lending a hand to BrandNewMusic’s latest project– an idol group. You decide to help out

no romance!!!

producer!reader

Mafia AU

Harry Potter AU

Heart to Heart

kehlani mini series: 24/7

Kim Samuel

Reaction to PD101 Ep.11

Mnet Who?

After seeing all the activities that Wanna One was participating in, Samuel feels a bit down and it’s up to you to cheer him up.

Harry Potter AU

Yoo Seonho

Cute

You’re babysitting your older sister’s 6-month old daughter, doing your best to get her to sleep, when your boyfriend Seonho shows up on your doorstep. Cute, snuggly times ft. a baby ensue!

Welcome to Paradise

Summer is a time for the sun, ice cream, and of course, beaches. You experience this first-hand with Yoo Seonho, the could-be-a-five-year-old boyfriend.

Oppa?

As a new trainee at Cube, your fellow labelmate and sunbae Yoo Seonho has a lot of advice. Is he really an oppa, though 👀👀

no romance!

Welcome to the Family

high school!au

bullet-style scenario

Harry Potter AU

Hype

You, Guanlin and Seonho are best friends and it’s messy as hell.

no romance

best friends/high school au

You're New Here

School has just begun, and you’re deskmates with the new kid, Yoo Seonho.

Spiderman Squad

spiderman!seonho au, high school au

Kim Donghan

Harry Potter AU

Mafia AU

They're Wrong

drabble

based on 24/7 by kehlani

Make It Official

drabble

Life is Cold

drabble

Host Club AU: The Prince Charming Host

Come Home?

kehlani mini series: jealous

They’re Wrong

kehlani mini series: 24/7

Make It Official

kehlani mini series: the way

Jin Longguo

Harry Potter AU

Misunderstanding (complete)

1 | 2

You really dislike Kim Yongguk, your seatmate in Civics, because he cheated on one of your best friends a while ago. However, you soon learn that he wasn’t the only Yongguk to attend your high school.

Moonstone

You sign up for a Blood Partners program online, which matches humans up with vampires to get fed on and be paid for their services (college is expensive). You’re paired up with Kim Yongguk, a kind vampire with money and a lot of secrets.

modern day vampire au (vampires are integrated into society au)

I Got You

drabble

Only You

drabble

Distance

drabble

Host Club AU: The Natural Host

There’s No Turning Back

You’ve been pining over Jin Longguo, a surgeon at the hospital where you work at, for ages, and your friends decide that it’s time you put yourself out there again, arranging a blind date for you.

Not Right Now

kehlani mini series: do u dirty

Kim Sihyun

Ice Packs

You’re beating the heat of the summer with your boyfriend Sihyun and his best friend’s cat, Tolbi.

All I Need

kehlani mini series: wanted

Did It Again

kehlani mini series: good life

Takada Kenta

Harry Potter AU

Mafia AU

Guest MC

You’re on Weekly Idol as a guest MC when JBJ is featured as a guest. One of Kenta’s more embarrassing secrets surfaces, and it has to do with a certain guest MC.

I Like You a Latte

You first met Takada Kenta on your college campus’s only 24 hour cafe, desperately trying to finish an essay for class. Slowly, the two of you grow closer.

college au/coffee shop au

Heart On Your Wrist

You’re super excited to be seeing Takada Kenta and the boys of JBJ at their very first fansign. However, while you’re there, you find your soulmate

soulmates au (the one where your soulmate’s first words are tattooed on your wrist)

Keep Your Heart

drabble

Talk

kehlani mini series: jealous

You’ll Be Alright

kehlani mini series: be alright

Woo Jinyoung

Mafia AU

Kwon Hyunbin

Mafia AU

I Love You

kehlani mini series: jealous

do u dirty

kehlani mini series: do u dirty

OHSHC AU

Jung Sewoon

Heartache

drabble

Mayday, Mayday

After the first time you spilled coffee on an incredibly handsome man at a bus stop, you never expected to see him again. When you spill coffee on him the second time, the two of you get to talking.

Get To Know You

You’re a counselor at a summer camp, and Jung Sewoon is the cute counselor who plays his guitar during camp bonfires. Unfortunately, you’re too shy to say anything to him.

A Song For You

Fluff, pre-established relationship

Stay

Valentine’s day mini special

Mafia AU

Taedong

Harry Potter AU

Stuck On You

drabble

Wrong

kehlani mini series: you should be here

Hong Eunki

Take Me As I Am

drabble

Kim Sanggyun

You’re the Apple of My Eye

idol rapper! reader who is from starship

pre-established relationship w sanggyun

ft. Doni and Coni!Weekly Idol

Lee Gunhee

Mafia AU

Cozy Vegetables

Move On

kehlani mini series: do u dirty

Zhu Zhengting

Mafia AU

Lee Gwanghyun

Harry Potter AU

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How To Make Your Ex Girlfriend Want U Back

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NFL Dad, Week 3: Protests, naps, and guacamole

One father of two young children attempts to watch the RedZone channel while parenting. Along the way: reflections on serving your country and the reliable success of guacamole.

Parents often talk about “seeing the world through a child’s eyes,” a cliché that should come with a $500 fine or a punch in the nose from someone without kids. What they mean, in plainer terms, is that they noticed something they had previously taken for granted because their dumb kids saw it for the first time.

Seasons changing is a great example of this. If you’re an adult with no kids, the shift to fall is automatic: you slide into your football-watching habits, dig your hoodies out of storage, maybe post some foliage on your Instagram. This ain’t your first rodeo.

My daughter is almost 3, and her preschool’s ENTIRE CURRICULUM is season-based: apples in the fall, snowflakes in the winter, seeds in the spring. She’s obsessed with books about autumn and Halloween. Instead of going to bed when it’s light out, her bedtime now happens at sunset; we look out the window and try to spot leaves that have started to change color. The farmer’s market we walk through on Saturdays now has pumpkins and squash, and when I take the kids to Trader Joe’s on Sunday morning, 70 percent of the items are pumpkin-flavored. I swear to God there’s pumpkin-flavored almond milk and a sign that says “All pumpkin everything!” It is 87 degrees outside.

But the equinox doesn’t lie: it’s officially fall. At least there’s football.

EARLY GAMES, FIRST HALF

— The dominant story line before the games, and even throughout them, is how players and teams react to President Trump excoriating the “sons of bitches” who kneel during the national anthem, tough words indeed from a patriot who loves America so much he wouldn’t leave her soil during the Vietnam war.

Maybe you voted for Donald Trump, and maybe you didn’t, but there’s no way around those five draft deferments. And, speaking as someone who’s actually been to war, avoiding war is genuinely a very good idea! It’s just a shame that the president abandoned that stance when it wasn’t his jiggling ass on the line.

Anyway, I wrestled with most of this a year ago when Colin Kaepernick first started his protest, and the video I made then still captures my feelings now:

Long story short: My father went to the Air Force Academy and served 22 years as a pilot. I served as a Marine tank commander in Iraq. Because of my time in the Corps, I have some friends who still wear the uniform, some who now work as FBI agents, and some who are underground, God rest their souls. The flag means a LOT to me. I love the anthem. But that doesn’t mean the anthem protests are ABOUT me, or what I feel.

A protest during the national anthem may be offensive to you. Your feelings are valid. But placing them ahead racial injustice in this country — or even a person’s peaceful execution of his First Amendment rights — demonstrates a woeful lack of empathy, or at least a willful ignorance of racism in America. If this isn’t self-evident already, I’ll just point out that the president responded to a white supremacist march that killed a woman by saying that SOME WHITE SUPREMACISTS ARE VERY FINE PEOPLE. I’m so tired of being gaslit about this shit. It’s exhausting.

— I don’t see most of the anthem stuff because I’m putting son down for a nap. When I come back, Rob Gronkowski scores a touchdown on third-and-goal. Save me, Gronk. Save me from the stupidity. Whisk me away to an island of frosty light beers and laughing at “69” jokes. I yearn for the intellectual upgrade.

— The Saints sack Cam Newton on third-and-three inside the 10. A goal-line stand? From the Saints? Something is amiss.

— Weird NFL continues: after the Steelers muff a punt, the Bears go up 7-0 with a Jordan Howard TD. Not long after, Ben Roethlisberger gets sacked and fumbles, with the Bears recovering. I took the Steelers -7 today, and I’m already sick with regret.

— AHAHAHAHAHA, I just saw Joe Flacco’s numbers against Jacksonville on the ticker: 8-18 for 28 yards with 2 interceptions. Holy shit, 1.6 yards per attempt! I hope they quarantined the stadium before Flacco could spread the plague any further. London suffered enough in the 17th century.

— At 1:34 p.m., everyone but me is napping: my daughter in her bedroom, my son in ours (the kids sleep in the same room at night but nap separately), and my wife on the couch as I watch RedZone. The shades are drawn and the TV is muted. Could I nap? Nothing about this column prevents me from napping. The Eagles convert a fourth-and-inches near midfield. The Jets punt.

— On third-and-goal in Indy, Jacoby Brissett fakes a pass and takes it on a designed keeper. Nice play design. Am I tired enough to nap? I had a cold brew a little before the games began; I don’t want to miss out on football for a failed nap.

— DeShaun Watson hits Bruce Ellington with a beautiful throw over the middle for a score, and the Texans have a surprising 10-7 lead over the Pats. I managed to get a nap in yesterday afternoon. After my son’s swim lesson, my wife took the kids so I could stay at the pool and swim laps. I came home with that all-over muscle fatigue you only get from swimming, made a grilled ham and cheese sandwich for lunch, and crashed on the couch while the kids slept.

— Duke Johnson leaps into the end zone for a 19-yard touchdown to tie the game at 7.

CBS broadcast

See, this is why I’m hesitant to nap. Because even though the Browns-Colts game is the LAST game I’d want to watch this week, it has already produced two touchdowns I thought merited inclusion in this collection of notable plays.

— So much for the Texans’ lead: after a Watson INT sets the Pats up in the red zone, Tom Brady finds Chris Hogan wide open in the end zone for a TD. In Indy, Jacoby Brissett scores another TD on the ground, while the Saints and Falcons -- both on the road — build commanding early leads. If I napped now, I’d probably be awake by the third quarter of the early games. I’d miss nothing of note. I should just do it.

— On second-and-goal, Ben Roethlisberger goes to Antonio Brown 1-on-1 on a quick screen, and that’s a TD every time. It ties the game at 7-7, and while rooting for the Steelers feels gross, I have gambling interests to protect. Or maybe I’m just too tired to think straight? I should nap.

— It is 2:05, 31 minutes after I first started contemplating a nap. My heart is beating a little fast from the cold brew, but the exhaustion of parenting is resolute. I lie down next to my wife and throw my arm over my eyes to shade them from the flicker of the television.

EARLY GAMES, SECOND HALF

— At 2:38, I open my eyes, and Drew Brees is hitting Tedd Ginn over the top for a 40-yard touchdown. The safety help arrived too late.

— I scroll back through Twitter just a few minutes to see if I’ve missed anything big, and BOY HOWDY are people tweeting about the Bears.

Wow. #PITvsCHI http://pic.twitter.com/gG6Ry6Uylr

— NFL (@NFL) September 24, 2017

In the Twitter era, this is the perfect thing to experience AFTER it’s happened. I don’t have to wade through dumb exclamations or the confusion of the moment, and I don’t have to wait for the Bears’ false start on their untimed play. I just wake up to a brief, handy explainer. Naps are the best. Always nap.

— Stefon Diggs is going OFF. A long touchdown, his second for the game, makes it 28-3 in favor of the Vikings early in 3rd quarter. I picked the Bucs to win because Case Keenum is sun-bleached highway trash, but apparently Diggs, the Vikings’ defense, and home turf are more than enough to handle Tampa Bay.

— A flurry of touchdowns as my wife makes chorizo bean dip: Tom Brady to Brandin Cooks on a deep crossing route puts the Pats up 28-20; Golden Tate’s first TD of the season cuts the Falcons’ lead to 23-20; and Zach Ertz scores on a short pass for the Eagles. The Giants now trail by five* scores, 14-0 (*adjusted for Giants’ offense).

— My daughter is awake, but we’re not getting her out of bed yet. My wife is putting the finishing touches on the chorizo dip, and I’m making guacamole.

This is all I'm eating the rest of the day (thank u @celebrityhottub for the chorizo dip recipe)

A post shared by Matt Ufford (@mattufford) on Sep 24, 2017 at 1:06pm PDT

Guacamole take: guacamole has a huge range of success. My ideal guac has salt, lime, garlic, cilantro, red onion, and tomato, but I still enjoy it with fewer or more ingredients. Whatever you like is fine.

— Down two touchdowns, the Giants fail on fourth down in red zone, but the resulting Manningface minimized by RedZone’s double-box. I NEED FULLSCREEN ANGUISH, YOU HEATHENS. I realize only now that I’ve seen both of Manning’s interceptions today, but none of his reactions to them.

— DeShaun Watson still makes rookie mistakes, but his ceiling looks an awful lot like Russell Wilson at his best:

DeShaun Watson out here stealing Patrick Mahomes plays. http://pic.twitter.com/0e2VXqNOKS

— Clay Wendler (@ClayWendler) September 24, 2017

Watson caps that drive with a TD to his tight end, cutting the Texans’s deficit to 28-27. A few minutes later, they’ll kick a field goal to go up 30-27.

— Jameis Winston hits DeSean Jackson down the sideline for a TD as the third quarter ends; the Bucs now trail 31-17. Can Dirk Koetter wear his glasses any further down his nose? He’s like a disapproving librarian in a children’s movie.

— The Dolphins are losing to Jets 20-0. Living in the New York broadcast area guarantees me the Jets and Giants every damn week, but a small part of me wishes I were watching this game on local TV so I could see Cutler’s face.

— In a shocking turn of events, the Giants score an offensive touchdown! Less shocking, it’s Odell Beckham who scores it. For his celebration, he crawls on all fours and lifts his leg like a dog pissing, earning a flag for unsportsmanlike conduct.

And whatever, that’s part of the cost of doing business with a physical genius, but when Beckham scores again a few minutes later on an incredible one-handed catch, he raises a solitary fist in protest. And y’all, I don’t want to be Grumpy Old Columnist, but Beckham’s messaging priority is perhaps less than ideal here. “Okay, pretend to be a dog taking a piss — check. Up next: racial equality!”

The only explanation that makes any sense is that the first celebration was a reference to Trump’s “son of a bitch” comment. Regardless, the world was so much better when he was making out with a kicking net.

— Deshaun Watson does it again:

Deshaun Watson is just insane, man. @battleredblog http://pic.twitter.com/Po9IPRdBgf

— Clay Wendler (@ClayWendler) September 24, 2017

The Texans are running the ball with the lead in Pats territory with only 2:30 remaining in the game. Could the Pats lose this? The telecast cuts to Bob Kraft up in his suite, his mouth agape and forehead scrunched, like a billionaire trying to understand what starving people could be mad about.

But no, the Texans are stoned on third-and-one, and kick a field to go up 33-28. They are 100 percent about to lose this game.

— With 55 seconds remaining, the Bears punt on fourth-and-two just short of midfield with the score tied at 17. On the one hand, I respect the decision to remove the responsibility for victory from Mike Glennon’s hands. On the other: COWARDS.

A WILD FLURRY TO END THE GAMES

— The Patriots get the ball back with about 2:30 to play. Tom Brady converts the following into first downs: second-and-20, third-and-12, third-and-18. On the next play after the third-and-18 conversion, Brady finds Brandin Cooks for a toe-tap touchdown with 23 seconds remaining.

— Trailing by four, the Lions have entered the red zone, then exited it on penalties. Matt Stafford is incomplete on 1st and 30, but defensive holding on second-and-30 gives the Lions a first down and new life. Pass interference a few plays later gives them first-and-goal on the 1. Golden Tate scores a touchdown with 8 seconds left! The Lions are gonna win!

— In overtime, Tarik Cohen scores on a long run to seal the game for the Bears. Both my kids are up now, and my daughter is going around the apartment yelling, “DING-DONG! TRICK OR TREAT!” A few minutes later, Jordan Howard scores from 19 yards out to re-seal the game for the Bears, and whatever context there was for Cohen NOT scoring a touchdown is lost. Could I look up the box score to see what happened? Sure, but it’s more fun to have it LOST TO HISTORY.

— The Texans’ final prayer goes unanswered, as Watson’s Hail Mary is intercepted in the end zone.

— Wait, what?!? The Lions LOST? Tate’s TD is overturned, and the game is over. Just a BRUTAL blow for my fantasy team, and also the Lions.

Kevin Seifert of ESPN explained why it was the right call, but to me it doesn’t look like there was enough evidence to overturn the call. As swings of luck go, this should even things out for Tate, who caught the Fail Mary for the Seahawks ... wait a second ... FIVE YEARS AGO TO THE DAY. SpoOOOoOoOooOOookyyyyyy!

Sorry, I’ve been reading lots of Halloween books to my daughter.

— Eagles attempt a 61-yarder in a vain attempt to avoid overtime. Odell Beckham is back to catch a potential miss and … IT’S GOOD! HOLY MAMULA! MANNINGFACE FOR EVERYONE.

LATE GAMES, FIRST HALF

— After the hypodermic of adrenaline that ended the early games, the late slate has a whopping three contests: Chiefs-Chargers, Seahawks-Titans, and Bengals-Packers. If the NFL can push Seahawks-Titans to a late start, why not do it with two other games that start in the Central Time Zone? Push Bucs-Vikings and Browns-Colts to the second slate of games, and they won’t get lost in the early shuffle. “America’s Game of the Week” notwithstanding, I will never understand why the NFL doesn’t try to balance this more. It’s bad and I hate it.

— Kids change SO FAST when they’re young. Physical and linguistic milestones whiz past seemingly every week; go a month without seeing someone’s toddler, and you’re bound to meet an entirely new kid.

That said, this was my son’s favorite game in June, when he was just over a year old:

Fatherhood: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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It is more than three months later, and he’s STILL doing this. Just smashing his face into the couch or any soft chair like it’s the best thing in the world. (*slowly crosses off “engineer” on list titled FUTURE CAREERS*)

— Tyreke Hill has already scored a TD, on a great pass by Alex Smith. It’s still super-weird to see Smith throw deep with confidence, or at all.

— Davante Adams fumbles just short of the end zone, and Aaron Rodgers does a nice job of preventing a Bengals touchdown on the return. After review, though, Adams is ruled down and the Packers have first-and-goal inside the 1. Lance Kendricks gets wide open on play-action and catches the touchdown, tying the game at 7 in Green Bay.

— Our neighbors have come over because we made too much dip and guacamole, and there are now four kids under three years old in my two-bedroom apartment. The math sounds bad, but it’s not: their kids are younger than ours — a 2-year-old daughter and a newborn — and anyway, they’re a delight. In 13 years of living in New York City (in six different apartments), I’ve never had good neighbors before. When we eventually move, I’m bringing them with us.

— On a Titans third-and-10, Marcus Mariota sails a pass that gets picked off by Kam Chancellor. Richard Sherman, though, gets flagged for pass interference (ticky-tack in my opinion, but I’m not an objective viewer). He also gets flagged for holding on the return (also ticky-tack), then tears off his helmet to argue with the refs, earning a misconduct foul (definitely warranted). The penalties cost the Seahawks possession and 30-40 yards of field position. After several more penalties, Tennessee kicks a field goal to go up 3-0.

This is fine. Everything’s fine. This column will not be me yelling about the Seahawks every week. (*jaws clench so hard my head vibrates*)

— Y’all, we need to talk about the most nonchalant human being on the planet:

To make matters worse for the #lions. The food is on fire at Ford Field by the locker room. http://pic.twitter.com/aLFNDj4kc3

— Evan Jankens (@KINGoftheKC) September 24, 2017

That lady has straight-up ICE WATER in her veins. “Oh, a fire as tall as I am? (yawn) Not really much I can do here. Let’s just close the— yep, open this other door to get that closed. Anyway, let me know if it’s still there after my break.” She’s the Daenerys Targaryen of concession workers.

— Philip Rivers has thrown his THIRD interception, and it’s barely the second quarter. Every time I look at him, I just think, “Eight kids, man. EIGHT. KIDS.” That HAS to define his entire life. Like, when was the last time he took his family to a restaurant? Never, right? I have two kids that are relatively well-behaved; my wife and I have taken them to restaurants three times this year: brunch twice (one disaster, one white-knuckle balancing act), and dinner once (only a success because the pizza place had just opened and there was no one else there). We have no desire to take them out again. Maybe in another year or so.

I guarantee you the youngest Rivers children are being raised by their siblings. Nobody parents that well past three kids.

— The Bengals have dominated offensively so far. They’re up 14-7 on Gio Bernard’s short catch for a TD ... No, make that 21-7. Rodgers throws a pick-six — only the second of his career — to William Jackson.

That’s mind-blowing. This is Rodgers’ TENTH season as a starter, and that’s only his second career pick-six? Matt Schaub once doubled that in a month.

— Richard Sherman, who has apparently lost his damn mind, earns a flag for a late-ish hit on Mariota.

FWIW here is when Sherman hit Mariota http://pic.twitter.com/WTeBy9IrHC

— Ben Baldwin (@guga31bb) September 24, 2017

Taylor Lewan immediately gets up in Sherman’s face, and I think he gets flagged too, but my daughter has come up to me saying, “I want to be an animal. I want to see a jellyfish.” Is Richard Sherman ejected? What’s happening? “I want to see a jellyfish.”

Goddammit. Okay, sweetie. Let’s watch some f**king jellyfish.

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“What’s that?” she says, pointing at my laptop screen.

“It’s a jellyfish, sweetie. These are all jellyfish.” Richard Sherman is still in the game. The Titans kick a field goal, 6-0.

— My son’s other obsession tonight — besides smashing his face into the couch — is the hokey-pokey. He’s no good at putting his hand in and shaking it all about, but he DOMINATES at turning around. He spins around in circles until he careens left and crashes into the credenza. He thinks it’s hilarious. He is correct.

— Stop me if you’ve heard this one: the Seahawks have a third-and-long, leading to a Russell Wilson sack. With the Seahawks missing their top two special teamers, Adoree’ Jackson takes the ensuing punt back for a score ... but it gets called back on a block in the back, yet another ticky-tack call. LET ‘EM PLAY, REFS.

After doing little on offense for 28 minutes, the Seahawks and Titans come alive inside the two-minute drill, with the Seahawks engineering a quick touchdown drive before the Titans kick another field goal to go into the locker room up 9-7.

— Rodgers is sacked again near the end of the half, and the Bengals call timeout to force the Packers to punt ... but the punt is muffed! The Packers recover, but the clock runs out during the scramble for the ball. Y’know, looking back on this play, I probably didn’t need to write this paragraph.

LATE GAMES, SECOND HALF

— On Sundays, the kids are supposed to take a bath together, but they’ve got their own ideas about that; my son refuses to sit down, and my daughter screams “I’m not ready yet!” any time we pick her up. So, separate baths.

At one point, as both kids cry, I see the referees signal TDs for Seahawks and Packers, but not the touchdowns themselves.

— The Seahawks defense looks tired. The tackling on Rishard Matthews’ 55-yard TD is pitiful (and, ahem, aided by the tight end tackling Kam Chancellor from behind, I REGRET ASKING FOR LESS OFFICIATING), and they’re similarly flat-footed on Jonnu Smith’s 24-yard score that puts the Titans up 23-14.

— Following a sack on third-and-seven, the Bengals miss a field goal. They still lead 21-14, but now it looks tenuous.

— The Seahawks never look close to completing a third-and-11; they are now 2/10 on third downs. Before they punt, RedZone clicks back to Bengals-Packers.

I see it on Twitter first: DeMarco Murray has scored on a 75-yard run. It’s a little after 6:30; my kids will be going to bed in the next half-hour. I pause the TV. “Actually,” I say to my wife, then turn the TV and cable box off completely as a way of finishing the sentence. “But can you still pick up where you paused?” my wife asks. “Nope,” I say, and that’s the point, because I’m a dumb baby who hates watching his stupid football team.

— My daughter, who refused to eat dinner at the prescribed hour, is finally eating her spaghetti as long as I’m reading the same four godforsaken Halloween books I’ve been reading to her for the last two days. My wife got those books out of the closet when she was in there to get something else and she “just happened to see them.” There are five weeks until Halloween. In a month, this column might be about divorce.

— I put the kids to bed at 7:00, and turn the TV back on. The Seahawks have the ball and trail 33-20 with about 8:30 left, which means this will be just stupid enough to keep me watching as the Seahawks lose by one score. Almost immediately, Seattle’s dangerous-looking drive gets blown up by intentional grounding, setting up third-and-29, then fourth-and-22.

They go for it. It’s a ... Hail Mary into the end zone?

Seahawks just whiffed on a three-man rush on 4th and 22. Wilson had about .7 seconds to throw. Embarrassing.

— Robert Klemko (@RobertKlemko) September 24, 2017

The half-moon of regret that is the Seahawks offensive line. Couldn't protect for four seconds against a three-man rush on fourth-and-22. http://pic.twitter.com/kSVeZGLUjh

— Bill Barnwell (@billbarnwell) September 24, 2017

That Barnwell tweet is all I need this season. Finally, a nickname for an utterly unworthy unit. The Half-Moon of Regret. Might not be as catchy as Legion of Boom, but I’m determined to make it stick.

— TV back on, Seahawks have the ball and trail 33-20 with 8:30 left. With just under 8:00 remaining, RW intentional grounding, 3rd and 29.

— KC still up 17-10. What the shit? Have they just been playing backgammon for the second half?

— Some good endings brewing: the Packers are in the two-minute drill down seven; Chargers down seven with the ball and four minutes remaining. The Seahawks have just scored to cut the lead to six, but need an onside kick for any realistic hope.

— Rivers sacked on third-and-10 by Justin Houston, and Kansas City easily recovers the onside kick. But hey! We still have excitement in Green Bay: first-and-goal for the Packers with 30 seconds.

— Jordy Nelson scores his second touchdown of the game. Big ups to Jordy for being questionable all week after last week’s zero-catch scratch. That way he could produce zero points for my fantasy team last week and make me gun-shy enough to bench him this week. THANKS FOR TWO KINDS OF NOTHING.

Green Bay kicks the PAT to go to overtime, even though Mike McCarthy ALWAYS loses the toss, then watches as the game ends without Aaron Rodgers ever touching the ball in OT. It’s so good to see a coach refuse to adapt or take chances or learn from his mistakes in any way. I think it’s great that he’s singe-handedly prevented the best quarterback of all time from winning more than one championship. Give him a lifetime contract, I say, so he can be mediocre forever.

Whatever, I’m all for Cincinnati-Green Bay going to overtime, because I always want more of any game called by Tony Romo. No one this new to a job should be THIS good at it.

Tony Romo is so good, I'm glad CBS finally gave Jim Nantz a broadcast partner who wasn't a talking block of marzipan

— BUM CHILLIPS (@edsbs) September 24, 2017

— The Packers, after losing the coin toss (of course) miraculously force the Bengals to punt. Facing third-and-10 from his own 22, Rodgers hits Geronimo Allison deep on a free play, because that’s what Aaron Rodgers does: murder you on free plays. Allison winds his way inside the Bengals 10-yard-line, and this one’s over.

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Shovel Knight took the gaming world by storm when it first released in 2014. It was one of the first incredible Kickstarter success stories, earned dozens of awards for gaming excellence, and became the golden standard for retro-styled games. Shovel Knight: Treasure Trove is the definitive Shovel Knight experience. The package comes with two full length additional games, Plague of Shadows and Specter of Torment, tons of bonus challenges, amiibo support and more. Even more crazy? The whole thing costs just $25!

Shovel Knight: Treasure Trove is a must own game for Switch owners, and one of the best games I have ever played.

Name: Shovel Knight: Treasure Trove

Platform(s): Nintendo Switch, (Coming in April to Wii U, 3DS, PS3, PS4, Xbox One, Amazon Fire TV)

Publisher: Yacht Club Games

Developer: Yacht Club Games

Release Date: March 3, 2017

Price:$24.99

Gameplay: Steel Thy Shovel… And Thy Bombs… And Thy Scythes!

When unpacking the entire Shovel Knight: Treasure Trove package, it’s critical to emphasize that Shovel of Hope, Plague of Shadows and Specter of Torment are three entirely unique games bundled into one. While level layouts are similar, especially in Shovel of Hope and Plague of Shadows, the way you traverse these stages changes dramatically depending on the campaign you’re playing.

Each game does have similar concepts that reappear throughout. Each stage has hidden treasure chests for the player to scrounge up, highly entertaining boss battles, and secret areas. The treasure you find sticks with you throughout your adventure, and you can use to it upgrade your armor, equipment, life and more.

Half-Smashed Checkpoint

Navigating each stage is a joy, in part thanks to the checkpoint system. When you reach a checkpoint in most stages, you can opt to break it and move forward without saving your progress. This gives you a considerable amount of gold, but if you fall in battle you’ll go back to the last intact checkpoint. The risk/reward system often had me standing by the posts, strategizing based on how confident I was in my own ability.

Another cool concept is the punishment for death. You have unlimited lives in Shovel Knight, so your deaths are punished by dropping a large amount of treasure. If you get back to the place where you died, you can reclaim this lost treasure. Die again before collecting the bags, however, and you’ll lose it forever and have new treasure to regather.

Shovel Knight: Treasure Trove also has bonus challenges and New Game Plus available for each individual campaign once you’ve cleared the story. That’s an incredible amount of content for just $24.99.

Shovel of Hope

Shovel of Hope is the original Shovel Knight campaign, and the most traditional of the lot. You play as Shovel Knight, a hero coming out of retirement to free the land from The Order of No Quarter. From the get-go it’s clear that the game’s controls are concise. Shovel Knight never felt unwieldy and the result is pure platforming bliss. Our hero can attack enemies by shoveling them, spearing them from above, or using magic items found in chests hidden in each stage.

Shovel Knight can find new items hidden in each level!

Of all three campaigns, Shovel of Hope is the easiest. Shovel Knight’s abilities are limited and well-defined right out of the gate, making controlling him simple and delightful. As a platforming veteran, I’d say the difficulty is on par with Super Mario World. The game’s difficulty slowly creeps higher as you close in on The Enchantress’s Castle. Still, the challenge is never overbearing. Additionally, cheap deaths are hard to come by. I can’t think of a time I felt cheated in Shovel of Hope. The stage designs are brilliant.

The levels you progress through all have their own unique identity, and each stands out because of it. You’ll visit all the classic places: a forest, an ice area, a volcano. But there’s also some unique ideas mixed in, like Propellor Knight’s flying stage and Specter Knight’s Lich Yard. Every level has a gimmick to navigate, but those gimmicks never feel overbearing. In the Lich Yard, for example, you’ll run into the occasional power outage where the screen goes dark. These areas pop up sporadically throughout the stage, but aren’t around long enough to wear out their welcome. The same goes for the conveyor belts in Tinker Knight’s stage, and the wind turbines in Propellor Knight’s airship.

The old school graphics are second to none

Shovel of Hope features a navigable world map ala Super Mario Bros. 3., complete with enemy encounters and challenge levels mixed in with the main stages. You can also visit a few towns and enjoy the lore of the world. For an 8-bit platformer, there is a whole lot of world building in Shovel of Hope. I loved talking to the NPCs because you never knew what to expect. There’s some funny dialogue to be found throughout.

Also adding to the package is the absolutely fire soundtrack. Every single tune in Shovel of Hope is a winner, and they’re guaranteed to be stuck in your head for weeks. And even then, you won’t be tired of them. I’ve had “In the Halls of the Usurper” and “High Above the Land” on repeat since last week.

Best yet, you can also play co-op mode in Shovel of Hope! There are definitely times where it’s clear areas were meant to be navigated by one person only, but for the most part adding a second player is seamless. Unfortunately, Shovel of Hope is the only co-op game in Shovel Knight: Treasure Trove.

There’s really nothing bad to say about Shovel of Hope. The game hits all the right notes, from beginning to end. If this was the only part of Shovel Knight: Treasure Trove, I’d still call it a must buy. But it’s not. There are two more games for you to play!

Plague of Shadows

Truthfully, it’s hard for me to differentiate my favorite game included in Shovel Knight: Treasure Trove. If I was forced to say which I enjoyed the most, I think I’d end up choosing Plague of Shadows. Of all the Shovel Knight games, this one has the most personality. You play as Plague Knight, an alchemist, battling through the same stages that Shovel Knight does on a quest to create the ultimate potion. Plague Knight’s band of alchemists aren’t welcomed in the main town, so instead they work underground. The characters you’ll find there are hilarious, even cute at times, and the sense of humor is again on point. While all three games focus on the theme of love, I found Plague Knight’s story to be the most touching.

Part of the World Map

His gameplay feels dramatically different than Shovel Knight’s, although things are equally pinpoint. Plague Knight moves slower than Shovel Knight, but he can triple jump and soar through the skies with his bombs. He too finds upgrades hidden throughout each level, and by collecting green coins you can further improve your arsenal. Mixing and matching bomb types with detonators and casings gives players the freedom to take on tough obstacles in their own unique ways. There is always a tool for the job, it’s just a matter of finding it.

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Each bomb style is useful in its own way

Glide Jump across wide pits!

Green Coins are everywhere and some are tricky to find!

Overall, Plague of Shadows is notably more difficult than Shovel of Hope. Plague Knight’s additional jumping ability can make landings tricky as he soars at rapid speeds. Again, deaths are inevitable but fair. I never felt frustrated or stuck playing through Plague of Shadows.

Outside of the gameplay changes, things are mostly intact from the Shovel of Hope campaign. There’s a world map, mini-bosses, and eight knights to defeat before facing off with The Enchantress. The replayability value is high, as there are hidden green coins to collect in every stage. I still haven’t found them all!

All in all, Plague of Shadows is a similar take on Shovel Knight with a new protagonist and interesting power-ups. Again, if this game alone cost $24.99, I’d recommend it to everyone.

Specter of Torment

The final game included in Shovel Knight: Treasure Trove is Yacht Club’s latest addition: Specter of Torment. You play as the undead Specter Knight, and this one radically changes up the formula. If Shovel of Hope is Mega Man, Specter of Torment is Mega Man X. And that’s awesome. If Yacht Club had made a third game with the marginal changes found in Plague of Shadows, the game would have been bland. They didn’t. Specter of Torment is an intense game with an interesting story and some really cool gameplay twists.

Bonus Challenges are still everywhere!

Specter of Torment serves as a prequel to Shovel of Hope, detailing how The Order of No Quarter came to be. Specter Knight himself is a mysterious and unique character, and we learn a lot about him throughout the campaign.

Minor changes include the removal of the world map and towns. Instead, Specter Knight encounters mini-bosses in The Enchantress’s tower, which serves as the central hub. A minion warps Specter Knight from stage to stage as he recruits the boss knight’s into The Order of No Quarter.

Those changes are fine, because this game makes its money in its gameplay. Specter Knight can run up walls a short distance and wall jump. Most importantly though, he can launch through the air by targeting hanging objects, enemy attacks, enemies themselves and more. He’s slower than Shovel Knight, and can’t jump like Plague Knight, but he gets around at the fastest pace thanks to this awesome technique. The best moments in Specter of Torment all come when you’re navigating vast cliffs by launching from target to target. These moments are thrilling, and well implemented in remade boss battles. The final boss in Specter of Torment stands as one of my all-time favorites, despite its relative simplicity compared to the rest of the game. I won’t spoil it, but it’s very cool.

Specter of Torment is by far the hardest of the three campaigns, and I hate to admit that that’s mostly because there are a few problems with the homing slash. Several times I was reminded of frustrating Sonic the Hedgehog deaths, with Specter Knight slashing towards an area I didn’t mean for him to target. There’s also no way to get Specter Knight to do a standard slash in the air when moving towards an enemy. It took me a while to adapt to this, and I often would accidentally sling myself over a cliff when I just wanted to jump and cut. Far too often I perished because Specter Knight slashed down through an enemy on a platform I needed to land on and into a pit, rather than stopping his momentum upon contact. This was frustrating, but perhaps I was just spoiled by the precision of the other two games.

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Levels are almost completely remade. This is the lava level in Plague of Shadows.

There’s still a ton of personality in Specter of Torment

That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy Specter of Torment. I absolutely loved it. My greatest highs while playing Shovel Knight: Treasure Trove all came from this campaign. When things work, and they do 99% of the time, this is the funnest game of the bunch. The feeling you get when slashing through a tough area at high speeds is unmatched. It’s packed with collectables, and features an incredible soundtrack of remixes from the first two campaigns. In the Halls of the King is my favorite, but they’re all amazing.

Retro Gaming Done Right

I’m not the first person to rave about Shovel Knight, and I won’t be the last. This package of games is incredible, each brimming with personality and entertainment. If you even just slightly enjoy fun, you will love Shovel Knight. It’s more than one of the best games of this generation. It’s one of the best games ever created.

I do want make a note of how this game plays on the Switch specifically. I played Treasure Trove in every format possible, and found that it’s best experienced in handheld or docked mode with the Switch Pro-Controller. In co-op, I often had issues getting Shovel Knight to not spike the ground while using the individual Joy-Con held sideways. The joystick isn’t as accurate as a d-pad. That’s not to say you need a pro-controller to enjoy this game, but it is best experienced that way. I had just as much fun playing in handheld or docked mode with the Joy-Con grip. It’s really just the Joy-Cons sideways that’s slightly inaccurate. Tabletop mode works just fine as well, although the screen is a bit small when two people are crammed around it during co-op mode. At the end of the day, the portability aspect makes those slight frustrations completely worth it.

Regardless, Shovel Knight: Treasure Trove is a must buy for Switch owners, and everyone else once it launches on other consoles this April. I still can’t believe it only runs $24.99, because I’d easily pay $100 for all this content.

Shovel Knight Treasure Trove (Switch) Review: The Epitome of Excellence Shovel Knight took the gaming world by storm when it first released in 2014. It was one of the first incredible Kickstarter success stories, earned dozens of awards for gaming excellence, and became the golden standard for retro-styled games.

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HMB: ABC’s of Death 2

Original Publishing Date: July 11th, 2015

A long time ago I did a THMB on the ABC's of Death, a collection of shorts that felt out of place and its only connection was that people died in them. The sequel is the same thing. Terrible shorts that have no relation to each other besides the fact someone dies in each one of them. I stated this doesn't work as horror because we need time to establish characters, atmosphere and conflict in order to pull someone into a scary story. These shorts range from two minutes to at most five minutes in length and that's not enough time to establish those important elements. It can be done, but's its insanely difficult to pull off. One thing I didn't touch up upon when I was blogging about the original was how limited the direction was. From what the film tells us all the film makers had the creative freedom they desired, but keep in mind, they have a short amount of time, have to include a death and that death has to relate to a letter of the alphabet. Those kind of requirements really take away that "creative freedom". Some shorts felt like the death was tacked on at the end so that it can be in this film while other felt like they bullshit their letter, like they made the film, realized their film has nothing to do with the letter they were assigned and looked for the simplest letter that lines up with their movie. One thing I didn't do in the other blog, again, was that I didn't talk about each one of the shorts, I just said which were my favorite and which ones weren't. Well, since I have time to spare, let's go over all of them, shall we? Spoilers. A. Amateur: One of those shorts that tries to be a wise ass by fooling the audience into thinking what the death related letter will be. It's about an assassin, so we think assassin, but no. It's amateur. Because the assassin is an amateur, even though he was very successful in killing a bunch of guys in the beginning of the short. B. Badger: A snobby TV host gets killed by a radioactive badger. That's it. C. Capital Punishment: A town executes a man they think killed a little girl, when really the girl ran away with her much older boyfriend. The girl was caught as the man was being transported to the woods to be executed. Two men tried to drive over to stop the misunderstanding, but were killed in a car crash, again, to fool the audience into thinking the C in this short stood for "car". D. Deloused: I kind of like this one mostly due to it being stop motion, but boy does it not make sense. A faceless man is strapped on a board by other faceless men. The strapped man is killed, but a bug on one of the faceless man's face falls off and turns into a foaming puddle, and a bigger bug comes out of the puddle and starts eating the corpse of the man, but the man isn't dead and is watching this happen... You know what. I can't describe this short. It's too fucking weird to put into words. E. Equilibrium: Two men are stranded on a deserted island when a woman is washed ashore. One of the men takes a liking to this woman, causing the other man to get jealous. This climaxes to the men fighting and killing the woman. There's even a little reference to Cast Away in it (of coarse its fucking Wilson, it's always fucking Wilson). F. Falling: A rather attractive Israeli woman who is a paratrooper is stuck in a tree and is discovered by an Arab boy. The Arab boy decides to cut the woman down to bring back to his village. During the short few minutes together, they seemed to be starting a bond, perhaps a romance. But no, the woman falls down and breaks her leg (even though she was like a foot off the ground) and the boy shoots himself because guns do that apparently. Men from the village come, see the body, assume she did it, and cuts to black because the film makers ran out of money, I guess. G. Grandad: A young man's grandfather sleeps underneath the grandson's comforter (not bed, comforter), and kills his grandson because he's cramping his style. Or, you know, the short had to have killing in it. Also the grandad has no dick. Thank you for showing that movie, that effect must have costed your entire budget. H. Head Games: Another animated one, this one is hand drawn and is about two people kissing each other, which escalates into a abstract explosion which is usually common in experimental animation. I like this one, reminds me of something I would see in Ottawa. I. Invincible: Four people try to kill their 125 year old grandmother to gain her inherence. She can't die for some reason. Thought "I" was for "Inherence"? Nope. "Invincible". J. Jesus: A gay man is tied up and beaten in order for Jesus to cure him of his gayness. His dead lover comes back and kills the bigots. That's it. K. Knell: This one starts off great actually. A woman wakes up to find a large black orb of some oil like substance hovering in the sky. Once it disappears, the people in the building across from her starts killing each other. We see this from all the various windows in the building, and its really effective. They all suddenly turn to the girl as if they sensed her presence. The oil then comes after her, and then weird shit happens. I kind of like this one for the beginning. L. Legacy: An African tribe that speaks English for some reason tried to sacrifice a man, but then they don't, and that some how summons a demon that kills a lot of people. This one was sloppily put together, and "legacy"? Really a stretch on that one. M. Masticate: A man high on bath salts attacks three people and gets shot in the face. It's artsy because its in slow motion. That's it. N. Nexus: A man and child are hit by a car. That's it. O. Ochlocracy (mob rule): Zombies have taken over the world, only a drug allows them to regain their conciseness, so they gather all the people who were defending themselves by killing zombies and had them all tried as murderers. A woman is sentence to death in the electric chair, but that only turns her and a row of dead bodies in front of her into zombies, which then attacks the other zombies. Meta. P. P-P-P-P Scary (oh, OH, BOO! BOOOOO! YOU WEREN'T EVEN TRYING ON THAT ONE): This one is the worst. Hands down. Three annoying shit heads with prosthetic noses encounter another shit head with a baby with the face of a man. They all have a lisp and are fucking annoying. Hated this one. Q. Questionnaire: A man takes a test that proves he's very smart. Then the test makers kidnap him and put his mind into that of a gorilla. That's it. R. Roulette: A man, his wife, and a random guy play Russian roulette. At the end the man shoots his wife for some reason. This upsets something upstairs, which we never learn what. S. Split: A man calls his wife, who is attacked by someone with a hammer. Hammer person kills his baby and at the end we discover hammer person was a woman, and she is the husband of the man the man on the phone was having an affair with. What a twist. T. Torture Porn: Three perverts film a woman getting undressed. She turns out to be some sort of demon and rapes and kills the three men. That's it. U. Utopia: A man is killed by a robot for being different, I guess. V. Vacation: A man goes on vacation with his friend and are killed by a prostitute. W. Wish: Two kids get wisked away to a fantasy land inspired by their toy set. One of the boys get killed and the other gets mistaken for a princess by an old man in a speedo. You know, the last movie had two shorts revolved around old men fucking young boys, it was only a matter of time it happened in this one too. X. Xylophone: A little girl plays on a xylophone, because that begins with the letter X, and her babysitter kills her. The end. That's it. End of story. Y. Youth: A whiny little bitch complains about her average parents and fantasizes about killing them. Fuck off. Z. Let's save the worst for last. A woman is pregnant and her husband leaves her, but gives her a root that supposedly will keep the baby in her as long as she eats it, which would last enough until the man gets back. 13 years later, the woman has a preteen girl who speaks English still in her womb because the husband didn't return yet. She runs out of root, which apparently was what's been keeping the girl insider the mom the whole time, and burst out of the mother and wears her skin. The father returns, doesn't acknowledge he's been gone for 13 years, and the 13 years old girl, wearing her mother's skin, tells the father the baby was aborted and the father proceeds to have sex with his 13 year old daughter in order to "try again". So to sum it up, all of these shorts are terrible, the only good ones are the animated ones, gore, sex and violence does not equal horror nor does it equal entrainment and I hope none of these film makers put these movies on their resumes.

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