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lifmera · 3 months

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Thank you for doing a matchup trade with me <3 here's my matchup!

FANDOM: I would like a ADULT MALE MATCHUP for hazbin hotel, genshin impact and black butler please! I don't wanna be matched with angel dust or husk I have no problem but I don't see myself being romantic partners with them)

ABOUT ME: My name is Jaxrel! People call me "Jax" for short. also use other names like Himawari, Rin, etc, He/Him (They/Them is acceptable), I'm a Trans Man who's pansexual and I've been diagnosed with mental illness and disorders that I do not wish sharing ATM.

Personality(+ Notes): I'm a ENTP Ravenclaw, 5w4, Extroverted. I'm a very chill and intelligent person, I'm very polite and sweet! at first awkward, shy and distant when meeting people, extremely independent, when comfortable I talk about a lot of stuff for hours, loud talker, emotions come off as sarcastic or silly (due to autism), confident, straightforward (I have a urge to correct someone of faulty information), uses "big" words, good sense of humor, playful, entertaining, optimistic, mischievous, curious(l'm nosy and I love gossip), i can be a rule breaker(sometimes don't mean to), dad/ tharapist friend, when | go out | bring water bottles, first aid kit, chapsticks) just in case, chill but some people would say I have some "repressed anger issues, get a reallyyy overractive Brain, tend to get deep and philosophical when I'm left on my own for to long, I can be verbally aggressive when prevoked. If this helps more the characters I kin a lot are: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice), Tei (Nameless), Cutthroat (Akudama Drive, Except the Bloodlust cutthroat has.), Ranpo Edogawa (Bungo Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungo Stray Dogs), Space Ishtar (Fate), Okita Souji (Fate), Langa Hasegawa (Sk8 The Infinity), Sherlock Holmes (TGAA), Zack (Final Fantasy 7), Vash The Stampede (Trigun), Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist), Otonashi Yuzuru (Angel Beats), Karma Akabane (Assassination Classroom), Vanitas (Study Case of Vanitas), Zoe Hange (AOT), Shinoa Hiragi (Seraph of The End) + more

things I love about myself: when someone is going through anything or needs help with anything they will call me before anyone else, i have an ugly laugh so guaranteed if i laugh someone else will as well, how much i love animals if i see a stray around my house i will adopt it immediately, if i see a stranger crying in public my eyes will not leave them alone until i get the courage to walk up to them and ask whats wrong, i am very confrontational i will always stand up for whats right no matter how scary the situation may be, how greedy i am for money but when i love someone i will spend the world on them, how excited i get for little things like when someone buys me redbull, monster, cherry pepsi or chocolate pretzels/strawberries my day cant be ruined, how in touch i am with being grateful if someone helps me in anyway or does something in general to benefit me i will never forget it, dont take people for granted, ive been told anytime someone hangs out with me that being with me feels safe and peaceful, pay attention to the little things, how even though i dont care about plushies i have been given some and i make sure to kiss them all goodnight in case they are actually real and see what happens, if i know someone is having a hard mental health day i will clean for them/ get them icecream and be patient till they are ready to talk about it, without fail a quiet person will always be loud with me, i am the type of person who just wants people i love to be happy even if its not with me, i will always choose them i dont say i love you until i mean it i will celebrate the people i love, i am very observant if i see that someone wants something i will get it for them no matter what, i will make it my mission to compliment a stranger that looks like they are having a hard time so their day is a little better, how i say i love kids btw i will protect them with my life and im so gentle with them, I am not ashamed of what i love like anime for example even though when I was teased for it when I was little i never once hid that i loved it even if i dont like a song that someone shows me i will be hyper while listening to it so they dont feel small and embarrassed around me, how soft i become when someone holds my hand, I love psychical affection a lot so it's not a problem for me, i love how hardworking i am, whether its how much i love actually working or just getting out of bed knowing how hard my mind is fighting i love how i have gotten up everyday despite how challenging it is to, i am an emotional person but i will always cry for a sad scene in a movie, if i love someone, they'll be seen.

MORE KINS: hiyori tomoe (enstars), yoosung kim (mystic messenger), jumin han (mystic messenger), hanako (tbhk), felix kranken (twf), albedo (genshin impact), shoya ishida (a silent voice), tom (eddsworld). eridan (homestuck), karkat (homestuck), shu itsuki (enstars), miyamura izumi (horimiya), micheal afton (FNAF), lolbit (FNAF), mangle (FNAF), natsume sakasaki (enstars), sora harukawa (enstars), urumi akamaki (alice in borderland), V (mystic messenger), hagumi kitazawa (bandori), matsubara kanon (bandori), shinji ikari (neon genesis evangelion), rei ayanami (neon genesis evangelion), minami kotobuki (oshi no ko), lain iwakura (serial experiments lain), hajime hinata (danganronpa), k-angel (needy streamer overdose) and more :)

Looks: Half Polish and Vietnamese and Half Middle Eastern(Iraqi)/Filipino, I'm very skinny like I look mostly flat, I have hazel eyes and some slight flecks of amber and blue, I have upturned eyes but they seem like they are almond shaped but they aren't too noticeable, I think I have a heart shaped face but from different angles it looks more diamond shaped(?), I'm approximately 5'8, I have a dimple only on my chin, I have dyed black hair, I also have bangs too, my clothing style tends to stretch widely from comfy to... a lot like this! I wear gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, gyaruo, rokku, manba, banba, kogal, tsuyome, and kigurumi), goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, cyber goth, and victorian goth), scenemo/emo (ofc), & vkei ouji and lolita, I can also pull off a kpop idol look, i also wear a lot of cool dresses and suits, I also wear Y2K and I also dress in alternative clothing a LOT, I wear a lot of other harajuku styles such as, jirai kei, decora and more so on.

hobbies: gaming, anthropology, pathology, theology, zoology, music, dancing, filmmaking, art (drawing, painting, pottery, digital art, etc), learning different instruments/languages, cosplaying, skateboarding, tabletop RPG's, taking pictures of things that I think are pretty, collecting figurines/stuffed animals and puppetry, science/history, soccer(football)/volleyball/ basketball and swimming, cooking/baking, art is definitely my main hobby I dedicate a lot of time to it, I can play 5 instruments which is the piano, cello, koto and bass/electric guitar, I know 6 languages and I'm learning more right now.

Likes: Chocolate, Strawberries, Iced Coffee and Boba Tea, Anime/ Manga, Music, Food, Winning in arguments online or irl, Reading, Cats, Sharks, Animals in general, Cold/or Rainy Weather, Shopping, Playing Tabletop RPG's, Abstract or Romance movies, Kdrama(pretty much any asian dramas), Spicy or Sweet Food, Ramen.

Dislikes: Loud Noises, Slow Walkers, People who don't know when to close their mouths when chewing and hot weather.

Love Languages: physical touch, acts of service & words of affirmation(pretty much everything LOL) (giving). gift giving, words of affirmation & physical touch (receiving)

Thank you so much! Have a good day!

HEY HUN!!! IM SO GLAD WE ARE DOING IT!!

Im so happy someone asked for black butler finally!!

I’ve decided to pair you with……. GRELLE, AJAX & LUCIFER!

She would LOVE that you are extroverted.

She finally has someone to talk to who isn’t boring !!

She also loves that you are independent! It’s what attracted her to you!

It also allows her to be able to do her job without having to worry too much for you- but DONT get me wrong. She LOVES to take care of you.

She loves to listen to you, all day every day. Talk about your day to her. My girl always has an ear out. Honestly she probably has a sixth sense when it comes to you.

She definitely is nosy asf. She wants to get in EVERYONES BUSINESS !! You guys could probably spend a week on gossiping about the same person.

She honestly also has her own problems- and DEFINITELY forgets shit to bring or do. She will rely on you 24/7. She needs someone to rant to sometimes- being a grim reaper is so harrrd!

She definitely does not mind the anger issues. Sebastian was mean enough- if anything she definitely would like it if you yelled at her!!

She probably would laugh a little bit if you started to get philosophical with her- but thats also because she literally will have no clue on whats happening. - she’d beg you to explain it to her too.

If you have an ugly laugh- she does too. You both would be CACKLING 24/7.

She loves that you care for other people- and animals too! It would warm her heart so much. Although she’d be jealous!! She wants most of your attention.

She’d buy you anything or do anything to see you happy. She loves whenever you get happy!! She’d totally buy you shit like chocolate covered pretzels and watch you eat them with a HUGE grin on her face.

Not gonna lie though. She HATES kids. But she’ll try for you 🩷

She genuinely loves that you take care of other people- and kiss your plushies?? Thats so CUTE- HER NEXT???!!

If you told her you loved her? You would hear it maybe like 1600x times a day. She’s def super clingy.

If you went out of your way to try and make her happy- she would literally want to take a BITE put of you. How came she resist?? You are just too sweet :)

She will always be there next to you in the mornings, when you have a tough time getting up. She’s been there on her hard days. She doesn’t want the same thing to happen to you.

With all those hobbies?? She’d definitely make you help her learn stuff. Piano? Teach her !!! Guitar? Oh my god ?!! LANGUAGES?? Speak to her and even if you called her a donkey she’d be all over you.

She’d love to hear about your special interests or more about your hobbies. Like ?? Teach me to skateboard?!!!

She’d cosplay with you. She’d love to do it!!

She LOVES your sense of style. Its so different compared to what she’d normally see? Like pick me? Choose me ? Love me?

Whenever you choose a new style- she’s always in the back supporting you. She loves to show off to other people too. Like- thats MY man.

She literally loves any love language. SHE IS INLOVE WITH HER S/O AND WOULD DO ANYTHINNGGG FOR THEM!!

She definitely would want to bake with you tho. She cant bake for shit, but she tries.

She also will definitely LOVE your art. She needs pictures and photographs constantly. She’d probably hang them on the fridge or put them in her pockets to look at whenever shes working.

Now to Tartie

My man….

Ajax was definitely drawn in at first by your sense of style. He would’ve been staring from across the street with a smirk on his face.

Until he see’s you again. He HAS to say something this time!

He definitely wants to listen to you talk !

You love kids?? God he already loves you? He has so many siblings! And honestly he probably wants a big ass family.

He started to become drawn in by your personality. He needs someone who can be independent while he’s constantly working with the fatui.

Let’s be honest. This man is a GOSSIP. He finna chat chat chat with you all day every day. He mever shuts up.

He loves to hear you laugh. It brings him so much joy Everytime.

Although he feels safe constantly- he knows he can trust his siblings around you,

He definitely would be more reserved when it comes to himself, he’d love that you are the dad friend.

He’s totally gonna forget shit to do- and he can’t always take care of his siblings!

He loves that you have a big heart. Not many people do anymore- it caused him to truly become attached.

He’s so happy that you aren’t ashamed to like what you like- neither is he! Be proud!!

He loves physical affection too- but unfortunately is never really around much for it. He’d always give you tons of kisses on the forehead in the morning before he leaves though.

He’d also try to make ip to you with a bitch ton of presents and gifts for you. Like “ I’m so sorry sweetheart- but i hope this puts a smile on your face :)”

But if he stays at home? He’s gonna want to rot in bed with you and cuddle!

Honestly. He’d probably also have a shit ton of plushies too. But he’d get jealous if you gave them all kisses and not him!!

He isn’t really emotional- but he’ll definitely try to comfort you! I think at first he’d suck- but he has so many siblings he knows what to do!!

Your hobbies?? Always keeps him doing something with you! Like talk to me in a different language?

He’d LOVE to challenge you to sports!! Although he’ll definitely become a tadd bitt too competitive . He just gets lost in it!

He definitely makes you do some pottery with him, and drinks or eats out of the stuff you guys make together.

Probably will fall off a skateboard 16 different times.

He LOVES watching movies with you. I think he’d genuinely enjoy K dramas. This man is DRAMATIC.

He would buy you so many things to make up for lost time together :((

Luci’s Turn!

I mean come on… how could I not.

He was drawn into everything about you. Your style- your heart??

He saw the way you treated Charlie and he was like “that’s mine now.”

He would LOVE to listen to you talk while he’s making some ducks!!

I think you’d both have some rotting in bed moments though!!

Let’s be honest. He needs someone to take care of him. He won’t do it by himself. He’s too scared to even call his daughter.

He will definitely confide in you about EVERYTHING. He has nobody else that he trusts. (Other than charlie but….)

He loves to hear about anything! Gossip to him.. even though hes an old man he’d be like “she did WHATTTT?? NO WAYYY”

I think Lucifer would be pretty hard to get mad at honestly.

He also loves to hear your philosophy stuff! He’s always asking what you think about, and why. He want’s to hear the thought process behind it.

He LOVES that you are also so sweet to Charlie. It makes his heart swell.

Honestly he’s huge on physical touch. If he could he’d always have you touching him in some way. Whether it be cuddling in bed with your 1000 plushies, or having you sit on his laps while he makes a duck that looks like you!!

He LOVES your style. It makes him feel like he has something new to look forward to everyday. He also likes to guess which you’ll wear!

Personally i think Lucifer probably knows every language known to man- but he’d want you to talk to him in a different language! He’d definitely flirt with you!

Play music for this old man please!! He’d love to hear you strum the guitar while he’s doing something!

Or art!! He’d make paintings with you- although he sucks. He’d hang up pictures or drawings that you took, and frame them.

He loves that you aren’t afraid to do what you want! Or speak what you want! It allows him to feel free.

He thinks puppetry is SO COOL. Like honestly- teach me NOW. He’d probably get the strings knotted though.

He’d love to listen about your love for animals- he’d probably buy you one too. As long as it makes you happy.

He’d do anything to see a smile on your face. Buy chocolates, red bull, more plushies, strawberries? He is already on it.

Also wants you to kiss him to sleep.

He doesn’t go anywhere ever- so he’ll always be for you during your low times. He’ll help you through everything.

He’s super clingy too. He’d want you to give him quality time!

He’d beg you to watch movies or shows with you. He’d also get ADDICTED to them. Probably starts SOBBING during K-Dramas.

HI LOVE!! I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY FOR YOU!! I ENJOYED THIS SO MUCH ! 🩷🩷

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that1nkyone · 6 months

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Mamook Pear

(So, I have a lot of little backstories for my Warrior of Light. Ash'li Jinjahl had humble beginnings - and his Mum, Ashul Jinjahl, is a big part of it. She's a rowdy lady with seven children, whom she's affectionately named her Seven Hells.

Ashul's also full of stories about her children. And this is one such story I heard her yammering about in my head all day yesterday - and it turned into a little exercise in dialogue. I picture an Irish accent of sorts as she speaks. Imagine she's telling this one to the Scions while Ash'li's burying his head in his hands.

Anyway, enjoy this silliness)

"Did I tell you the time when Ashi here was adopted by a chocobo?"

"Ashi's already told you some of it? No, I'm going to tell it. I tell it the best way - we're doing this. We're starting from the beginning. Sit back down, Ashi.

"Alright, so, this was when Ash'li was about five summers old. He wasn't quite talkin' yet. Now, this might surprise some of you, but Ash'li likes chocobos. Shocker, I know. Well, he's liked chocobos since he was old enough to walk around and wander up to the stables. You know the one in Bentbranch, in the Shroud? Everyone knows that one.

"It was actually handy! You know how sometimes you bribe kids to do what they don't wanna do? Even Koh - that's one of my girls, Koh - would prompt Ash'li down a tree if it meant he got to go and see the chocobos. Worked most of the time, unless he was really grouchy. An' even then, he'd just slide slowly down the tree, scowling.

"Anyroad, one day, I was off helpin' repair one of the fences. Ashi was with me, even though I told him that I was here for work. Didn't care, he just wanted to see the birds.

"Of course, one of the porters decides to bring up the fact that there are some chocobo chicks on the way. And I think, 'oh, that's lovely, we'll have to come back after they've hatched and have a look, Ashi would love that.'

"Now like I said earlier, Ashi wasn't a talker, then. And the older he got, the more he tended to wander where he pleased. So he had a habit of disappearin' on me.

"Which, you know - is the worst when you live in the Shroud. I was too busy appreciatin' how quiet Ashi was compared to the rest of my kids that I didn't stop to consider how bloody stressful it is to have a quiet child wander off and vanish on you. That's how you know he was one of my Hells.

"Anyroad - Ashi heard the words 'chocobo chick,' and decided he needed to try an' see one. And he was already mad about chocobos, so imagine the way he was about chocobo chicks. We're all mad about chocobo chicks, though, don't lie to me.

"So while I'm lining up another board to hammer in, he's ducked through the fence and wanderin' around the inside of the stables. And because he's so bloody small, nobody notices. He's just this little kit wanderin' around with nobody noticin' 'cept maybe a bird or two, and they're probably mindin' their own business.

"And he reaches the brooding yard - nice little place in a stable for a mother chocobo to set up a nest on her own. Because here's some interesting trivia for you - some chocobos are extra protective of their eggs when they're brooding, and they need some space. You get too close, and they'll give you a solid peck or a kick for good measure.

"Now, Ashi doesn't know this. Nobody's told him. But he sees the mama bird and wants to get closer, so he just does. And this story could've ended with him gettin' a solid peck to the head, I know, but this is what happens instead;

"The mama chocobo sees this little Miqo approchin. He's larger than a chocobo chick, but still bloody tiny. And this is a big, broody mama who's seein' a little creature nearby all alone. And I want to know what was goin' on inside that bird's head, because she clearly didn't think Ashi was a threat. More like 'What's this little chick doing on its own? Is it mine? What's it doing out here?'

"And that's when she just reaches on over with her head and just scoots him under her wing, shoving him there for good measure and settles down in her nest.

"Now, I bet you're wonderin' - why didn't Ash'li at least scream for help? Well, Ashi here remembers being startled at first - but you know, under a chocobo wing, it's kinda muffled and quiet, and it's also nice and warm - and those feathers can be pretty soft. Ashi, I remember you sayin' all that - and I also remember you and Jakkra - that's another one of my girls, Jakkra - piecin' together that you just nodded off in there. For an entire bell.

"Oh, you're laughin' now, and I'm laughin', but gods, at the time I was panickin'. There was no sign of you for an entire bell, and I had no clue where you were. The porters were running around, the stablehands were looking - even some of the older chocobos were peckin' about the stables, lookin' for ya.

"And I think you must've heard my yellin' at some point because one of the stablehands sees you poke your head out from under the mama bird's wing. And they start panickin' because this mama bird's been extra nasty to anyone who's tried to check in on her eggs. So they call for everyone, and me, who's been close to hysterics.

"An' at first I think my poor boy's in a dangerous situation - but then I see him all cozy under a chocobo wing, blinkin' at all the drama like it's some shenanigans his siblings are up to, and he's in no way distressed. He's just starin'. And even while the mama bird's pecking and kweh-ing at the stablehand trying to get close, Ashi just occasionally looks at me like nothing's out of the ordinary.

"And at this point I've gone from hysterical panicking to hysterical laughing, because for one, I'm relieved my boy is safe - and two, he seems like he's enjoying himself. I asked you that too, Ash'li - "Are you havin' fun, there?" and he just nods and goes back under the wing after the stablehand starts cursin' with a nasty peck on his hand.

"And I start tellin' off the mama, "That's my baby! What d'you think you're doing?! You've already got one on the way, don't add more to yer plate there!" I'm still laughin', mind you.

"Anyroad, dangerous or not, it was a strange little hostage situation - and it was agreed that we needed to bribe the mama bird into givin' up Ashi. Now, usually chocobos like their greens - good old Gysahl greens and the like - but mama bird wasn't going to give up her chick for any old chow. No, it needed to be the good stuff.

"I remember her givin' some leafy greens a glance. And to her defense, she shrugged off a lot of offers. She even turned away from a Thavnairian Onion. In the end, she finally gets off the nest for two Mamook pears.

"And I was relieved - but I'm scoopin' Ash'li up from the nest, and I'm thinkin' to myself, 'Oh, I was almost rootin' for her - she was willin' to overlook mountains of greens for my boy, but she caves to two pears?'

"And I tell her that - I tell her "Ashi's worth more than two godsdamned pears! Shame on you!"

"But here's the kicker. My nerves are shot at this point, because the next thing that leaves my mouth is "How many pears are ya worth, Ashi?"

"And Ash'li - look, the poor dear's a little disoriented - thinks real hard about this, and then holds up five fingers. And I'm on the verge of tears at this point, going "Oh, five pears! Five pears at least! Ya hear that, Mama Bird!? You shoulda waited for five!"

"Yes, Ashi, I know you thought I asked how old you were. But once his siblings caught wind of this incident, they ran the 'five pears' joke into the ground with him. He was tired of it by the time he was ten, poor dear.

"Anyroad, that's how Ash'li was adopted by a chocobo. And that's also why he makes a face if Jakkra hands him a pear of any kind. You're in on the joke, now.

"If you ask me, though, Ash'li's worth five hundred pears, by now. I see you laughin' there, dear, don't try to hide it!

"Alright, love, I'll stop. Who wants more tea?"

#FFXIV #Ash'li Jinjahl #1nky Art

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everlastlady · 7 months

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Hi there!! thank you so much for letting me do a trade matchup with you! it means a lot to me ^_^ and since you said that I can request another matchup for Alastor I’ll do it here right now! zacznijmy od tego (:

Fandom: I’d like a romantic matchup for Hazbin Hotel please (part 2 with Alastor since you almost chose him LOL)

My name is Jaxrel but I also go by Himawari, Rin or Eden too! I’m Transgender (FTM), Aromatic, Polyamory, Unlabled, & Bisexual, I’ve been diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, Schizophrenia, BPD & OCD, im wasian (eastern european & west-southeast asian), polish, arab/iraqi/middle eastern, flipino, scottish & russian.

personality traits (and notes): extroverted, at first awkward, shy and distant when meeting people, extremely independent, when comfortable I talk about a lot of stuff for hours, loud talker, emotions come off as sarcastic or silly (due to autism), confident, straightforward (I have a urge to correct someone of faulty information), uses “big” words, when I'm bored or feeling trapped, I become anxious, scattered, and impatient. I may make impulsive decisions or take needless unnecessary risks, I tend to enjoy strategizing, problem-solving, and brainstorming new ways to complete everyday tasks, good sense of humor, playful, entertaining, optimistic, mischievous, curious(I’m nosy and I love gossip), i can be a rule breaker(sometimes I don’t mean to), dad/tharapist friend, when I go out I bring water bottles, first aid kit, chapstick(s) just in case, chill but some people would say I have some “repressed anger issues”, I get a realllyyy overractive Brain, I tend to get deep and philosophical when I’m left on my own for to long, I can be verbally aggressive when prevoked, im on the more severe of of the Autism Spectrum so I would like someone to acknowledge that and I also stim when I’m to overwhelmed when there’s a crowded place, to much lighting, etc.

Love Languages & Dates: I have all the love languages I'm serious lmaoo, for dates it would be like going to a movie theater and then afterwards we can go get dinner, or personal for me I would like to go to an arcade and the shop for a little and whatever my partner wants really lolz xP

things I love about myself: when someone is going through anything or needs help with anything they will call me before anyone else, i have an ugly laugh so guaranteed if i laugh someone else will as well, how much i love animals if i see a stray around my house i will adopt it immediately, if i see a stranger crying in public my eyes will not leave them alone until i get the courage to walk up to them and ask whats wrong, i am very confrontational i will always stand up for whats right no matter how scary the situation may be, how greedy i am for money but when i love someone i will spend the world on them, how excited i get for little things like when someone buys me redbull, monster, cherry pepsi or chocolate pretzels/strawberries my day cant be ruined, how in touch i am with being grateful if someone helps me in anyway or does something in general to benefit me i will never forget it, dont take people for granted, ive been told anytime someone hangs out with me that being with me feels safe and peaceful, I pay attention to the little things, how even though i dont care about plushies i have been given some and i make sure to kiss them all goodnight in case they are actually real and see what happens, if i know someone is having a hard mental health day i will clean for them/ get them icecream and be patient till they are ready to talk about it, without fail a quiet person will always be loud with me, i am the type of person who just wants people i love to be happy even if its not with me, i will always choose them i dont say i love you until i mean it i will celebrate the people i love, i am very observant if i see that someone wants something i will get it for them no matter what, i will make it my mission to compliment a stranger that looks like they are having a hard time so their day is a little better, how i say i hate kids but i will protect them with my life and im so gentle with them, I am not ashamed of what i love like anime for example even though when I was teased for it when I was little i never once hid that i loved it, even if i dont like a song that someone shows me i will be hyper while listening to it so they dont feel small and embarrassed around me, how soft i become when someone holds my hand, even though hugging makes me uncomfortable i will push past that boundary and hug someone with all my heart if they needed it, i love how hardworking i am, whether its how much i love actually working or just getting out of bed knowing how hard my mind is fighting i love how i have gotten up everyday for the past 12 years despite how challenging it is to, i am an emotional person but i will always cry for a sad scene in a movie, if i love you, you'll be seen.

hobbies: anime/manga, gaming, anthropology, pathology, zoology, music (I’m a vocaloid/regular producer, i rap, i make odecore/breakcore/scenecore music and I make music like ATARASHII GAKKO, BABYMETAL, YOASOBI & Ado too), dancing, filmmaking, art (drawing, painting, pottery, digital art, etc), writing, learning different instruments/languages, cosplaying, skateboarding, tabletop RPG’s, taking pictures of things that I think are pretty, collecting figurines/stuffed animals/music CDs and puppetry, science/history, soccer(football)/volleyball/basketball and swim, cooking/baking, art is definitely my main hobby I dedicate a lot of time to it.

likes: vocaloid/utau, k-pop/j-pop, V系, watching documentaries/youtube, decorating my room, iced coffee, boba tea, bread, sharks, cats, hotels, cold weather, christmas, musicals, cleaning, rhythm games, being with my friends, shopping, partys, mint candles, sweet and spicy food, any asian food (japanese, korean, chinese, taiwanese, etc), the mandela catalog, your boyfriend (game), roblox(scp 3008, get a snack at 3am, flicker), otome games and more!

these are some of my top kins!!: hiyori tomoe (enstars), yoosung kim (mystic messenger), jumin han (mystic messenger), hanako (tbhk), felix kranken (twf), albedo (genshin impact), shoya ishida (a silent voice), tom (eddsworld), eridan (homestuck), karkat (homestuck), shu itsuki (enstars),miyamura izumi (horimiya), micheal afton (FNAF), lolbit (FNAF), mangle (FNAF), natsume sakasaki (enstars), sora harukawa (enstars), V (mystic messenger), hagumi kitazawa (bandori), matsubara kanon (bandori), shinji ikari (neon genesis evangelion), geto suguru (jujustu kaisen), nanami kento (jujustu kaisen), minami kotobuki (oshi no ko), lain iwakura (serial experiments lain), hajime hinata (danganronpa), blade (honkai star rail), hua cheng (TGCF), ame-chan (needy streamer overdose), k-angel (needy streamer overdose) and more....!

I'm a ENTP, 4w3 and a Aquarius

misc: I live in a mixed language house hold where I speak mostly polish and Arabic, and some Korean and Japanese, it world be nice if the person who I get can react to that lol, i know 6 languages (Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Arabic, Polish & French), clumsy; accidentally misuses slang or phrases bc i can never remember how they go (e.g. "bust this popsicle stand" instead of “blow this popsicle stand"); prone to be a bit directionless in life, tries to find comfort and humor in hard times, tries not to take life to seriously, i love dancing a lot, I do a lot of dancing like tiktok (idk I’m so sorry😭) dancing, belly dancing, dabke dancing and more.

appearance /aesthetic: 5'6 / 167.64 cm, midsize, rectangular body shape, i have a masculine and feminine face (somehow), dimple on chin, hazel eyes, sometimes wears glasses, dyed black boy hair, lots of piercings, no tattoos(I need some), for style, i wear a lot such as goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, cyber goth, and victorian goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, banba, kogal, tsuyome, and kigurumi), scenemo/emo, & vkei ouji and lolita, i wear streetwear clothes mostly at home/school/work, i basically wear casual clothes too but can also pull off a kpop idol look, i also wear a lot of cool dresses and suits, i wear fishnets and combat boats/converse, but I also wear Y2K and I also dress in alternative clothing a LOT, I wear a lot of other harajuku styles such as kimono style, jirai kei, decora, mori kei, cult party kei and more, i like wearing traditional asian dresses here and there, but the ones highlighted are the ones I wear mostly.

thank you so much again for this opportunity again! 낮이든 밤이든 좋은 시간 보내세요! وداعا الآن

Finally getting this posted even though writing has been quite draining especially with the things going on real life but I hope that you enjoy this story/match up with Alastor! 🤍

Hazbin Hotel Matchup: Alastor The Radio Demon

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✰- Author's Note: Another Hazbin Hotel Matchup remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✰- Posted: 10/27/2023

✰- Story Contains: Alastor, Romance, Partner Alastor, & Sweet Moments.

✰- Word Count: 1712

✰- matchup is for: @averagetoyakinnie

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The radio demon never really bothered with love, of course he had a few people he cared about. But love? Alastor didn’t really care about it; that was until he started working at the hotel, he met you at first Alastor didn’t know why he found you interesting, but he did. Seeing how awkward you were made Alastor laughed - he would try his best to get you to come out of your shell around him. But he did find your shyness adorable, to the point that whenever meeting people Alastor would help you introduce yourself and make you feel welcomed to the hotel; or when getting something to eat with him and Rosie. Rosie also adored you and made sure to keep an eye on you whenever Alastor was busy. Once you are comfortable around Alastor, he could listen to you talk for hours about things you hate or like. He doesn’t mind that you speak loud; it lets him know that you are passionate. Alastor can match your silly and sarcastic energy which can turn into a game for the both of you. Seeing you be confident and straightforward makes Alastor grin ear to ear, he loves a partner that can stand up for themselves especially when he’s not around since Hell is a tough place. Alastor will do his best to make everyday fun for the both of you or give you some space so that you don’t feel anxious or scattered. He doesn’t mind if you are inpatient. Alastor will watch you help Charlie with her hotel, seeing you be able to solve problems in the hotel or demons that are causing them. He still thanks you for finding a way to get Angel Dust to leave him alone. His little busy bee, he knows what your thinking face looks like, the amount of times he has come home and kissed you because you gave him ideas on how to one up or annoy Vox made him happy. He doesn’t talk about you in front of Vox after messing with him. He doesn’t want Vox coming after you. So you two aren’t really seen in public so whenever you two are out it’s usually with a group or the two of you pretend to be friends so that Vox doesn’t use you against Alastor.

Alastor always tells you a joke, seeing you smile makes Alastor happy but hearing you laugh makes his heart flutter. He’s glad that you have a sense of humor because he also loves your jokes or seeing you be mischievous. The two of you are nosy; so the two of you know all the hotel gossip. This helps Alastor make deals with other demons. When he comes home; he will tell you things about the demons he made deals with. Alastor is your gossip partner, even if you sometimes enjoy gossip with Angel Dust. You still love having a cute gossip session in bed with Alastor. He even has juicy gossip about the overlords in Hell. Before dating Alastor he had seen you break a lot of hotel rules with Husk and Angel Dust. Whenever Alastor caught you and the two of you locked eyes. You would freeze in fear thinking he would tell Charlie. But he the demonic deer would only smile and put a finger towards his lips before walking away, he never told on you because he loves to see how sneaky you can be even if it means breaking a few rules. Even though Alastor doesn’t want kids, he knows that you would make a great parent because you have that fatherly side towards you. “ Thanks for the water (name) “ Charlie would say as the two of you work in the hotel garden. “ Thanks for listening (Name) “ Husk would say after drinking so much that he would go on a drunken rant about his old life while you helped him back home and into bed. Alastor could tell that you hide your anger, sometimes he wants you to release but other times he doesn’t want to force it; whenever you pop then Alastor will be there for you.

He could tell that you are autistic, he loves you and does his best to understand your condition. Seeing you stim is something Alastor takes notes on. If places are too crowded Alastor will get you out of that place. Alastor’s home doesn’t have bright lights. It's very dim at his place so you never have to worry about bright lights. Alastor doesn’t like seeing you overwhelmed so he will do everything in his power to make you feel safe, calm, and comfortable. You and Alastor know all the love languages. The two of you see a lot of movies together even if you both have different types of film taste. Alastor likes to cook dinner for you both. Tying his hair back and wearing a pink apron that has strawberries on it with the red letters that spell “ kiss or kill the cook “ you got it for him when you moved in. Alastor will cook your favorite meals or meals from his mother’s recipe books. But if you two do go out to eat. Alastor will take you to the finest restaurants. Alastor doesn’t really understand video games but he likes to watch you play; you got him into animal crossing….. Don’t look at his animal village. He hates this thought and fears it, here is what it is and why. You are caring towards others; always helping other people or animals. You have such a kind heart it makes Alastor wonder how did you end up in Hell, so if Charlie’s project does work then maybe you will get into Heaven - Alastor is unsure if he will ever get into Heaven, but if you do then Alastor refuses to date anyone else and will spend every night talking to the sky hoping you could hear him from Heaven. But those are just thoughts he has; he’s happy that you are by his side right now.

He won’t do anything to risk you not getting into Heaven. Especially if it’s something that you want. Alastor can see that fiery passion that makes him love that part of you always standing up for what you believe in. Even if the situation can be scary, he admires how brave you can be. “ I’m proud of you my dear. “ Alastor would place a kiss on your cheek. Alastor does spoil you a lot, he will buy you whatever you desire. He doesn’t like when you drink energy drinks like red bull but if you want then he buys it. “ Energy drinks are nasty, but I found a way to get you one, here you are my dear. “ Alastor said, placing the drink in your hand. Even Alastor doesn’t like sweets. He does keep his cabinet and fridge with some sweets for you. He gets you the best sweet treats, the only sweet thing he would eat with you, are strawberries and this because he grows those tasty little things with you. Alastor watches you a lot, so one time he watched you kiss the heads of all your plushies goodnight, when he asked why you do this; you told him just in case they are alive this caused him to roll on the floor while laughing. He finds it funny but also adorable that you do this. Sometimes when you aren’t looking he will use his magic to move one of the plushies when you kiss their head, this makes you think you are just seeing things but that was until you caught Alastor and chased him because of this. Even though Alastor is a mischievous trickster who loves to laugh and cause chaos sometimes his days aren’t wonderful his mental health wouldn’t be the best and he would lay in bed. You notice this so you would stay home and clean up the house, check on Alastor seeing if he’s ready to talk, and make his favorite meal. Alastor is grateful for all this and will hug you from behind before mumbling thank you against your neck.

Alastor could see that you still have humanity in you, especially the emotional parts of you. Whenever you two have a movie night and cuddle on the couch watching movies. You would cry at tragic or happy scenes in the movies. He always has a box of tissues nearby and would hug you close. Alastor doesn’t mind your hobbies even if he doesn't get some of them. You did kinda get him into video games like before he loves to play animal crossing but he does find horror physiology games interesting and will play them whenever he has free time, sometimes those physiology horror games come in handy with his victims. Alastor has tried some asian dishes with you. He finds Mandela Catalog interesting and is something he likes to watch with you at night in bed. You and Alastor sit in the window with you in between his legs and your back against his chest, watching the rain as his radio plays smooth jazz. Alastor finds it fascinating that you can speak six languages. He knows a lot of languages himself so the two of you have conversations in different languages to keep each other educated on these languages. With Alastor being taller than you because you are only 5’6 he teases you a lot but also likes to pick you up. But he knows that you are what is considered average height. He finds your fashion sense interesting, seeing you in new and different outfits. He always compliments you and will go out of his way to buy you the outfits you want, even if you two go shopping and when you look in the mirror at an outfit that is on display he will get it for you. His favorite outfit to see you in is your Victorian goth outfit. He thinks you look breathtaking. Maybe sometimes he will match with you only if he is up for it. Alastor loves everything about you and will never leave you behind or put you in harm's way. He didn’t bother with love but now that he has met you, he will always bother with it.

#hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin #hazbin alastor #hazbin matchup #alastor x reader #alastor #alastor the radio demon #everlast answers☕#everlasting writes🪻

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misssakuramochi · 3 months

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Hello there!! I saw your taking requests and I’ve been seeing that you’ve done matchups so I hope you wouldn’t care if I request a matchup here right now! I hope this is enough information to help you with this! de todos modos, ¡aquí voy!

Fandom: I’d like a romantic matchup for Persona5 please!

personality traits (and notes): extroverted, at first awkward, shy and distant when meeting people, extremely independent, when comfortable I talk about a lot of stuff for hours, loud talker, emotions come off as sarcastic or silly (due to autism), confident, straightforward (I have a urge to correct someone of faulty information), uses “big” words, good sense of humor, playful, entertaining, optimistic, mischievous, curious(I’m nosy and I love gossip), i can be a rule breaker(sometimes I don’t mean to), dad/tharapist friend, when I go out I bring water bottles, first aid kit, chapstick(s) just in case, chill but some people would say I have some “repressed anger issues”, I get a realllyyy overractive Brain, I tend to get deep and philosophical when I’m left on my own for to long, I can be verbally aggressive when prevoked, im on the more severe of of the Autism Spectrum so I would like someone to acknowledge that and I also stim when I’m to overwhelmed when there’s a crowded place, to much lighting, etc.

things I love about myself: when someone is going through anything or needs help with anything they will call me before anyone else, i have an ugly laugh so guaranteed if i laugh someone else will as well, how much i love animals if i see a stray around my house i will adopt it immediately, if i see a stranger crying in public my eyes will not leave them alone until i get the courage to walk up to them and ask whats wrong, i am very confrontational i will always stand up for whats right no matter how scary the situation may be, how greedy i am for money but when i love someone i will spend the world on them, how excited i get for little things like when someone buys me redbull, monster, cherry pepsi or chocolate pretzels/strawberries my day cant be ruined, how in touch i am with being grateful if someone helps me in anyway or does something in general to benefit me i will never forget it, dont take people for granted, ive been told anytime someone hangs out with me that being with me feels safe and peaceful, I pay attention to the little things, how even though i dont care about plushies i have been given some and i make sure to kiss them all goodnight in case they are actually real and see what happens, if i know someone is having a hard mental health day i will clean for them/ get them icecream and be patient till they are ready to talk about it, without fail a quiet person will always be loud with me, i am the type of person who just wants people i love to be happy even if its not with me, i will always choose them i dont say i love you until i mean it i will celebrate the people i love, i am very observant if i see that someone wants something i will get it for them no matter what, i will make it my mission to compliment a stranger that looks like they are having a hard time so their day is a little better, how i say i hate kids but i will protect them with my life and im so gentle with them, I am not ashamed of what i love like anime for example even though when I was teased for it when I was little i never once hid that i loved it, even if i dont like a song that someone shows me i will be hyper while listening to it so they dont feel small and embarrassed around me, how soft i become when someone holds my hand, even though hugging makes me uncomfortable i will push past that boundary and hug someone with all my heart if they needed it, i love how hardworking i am, whether its how much i love actually working or just getting out of bed knowing how hard my mind is fighting i love how i have gotten up everyday for the past 12 years despite how challenging it is to, i am an emotional person but i will always cry for a sad scene in a movie, if i love you, you'll be seen.

hobbies: anime/manga, gaming, anthropology, pathology, zoology, music (I’m a vocaloid producer, i rap, i make odecore/breakcore/scenecore music and I make music like ATARASHII GAKKO, BABYMETAL, YOASOBI & Ado too), dancing, filmmaking, art (drawing, painting, pottery, digital art, etc), learning different instruments/languages, cosplaying, skateboarding, tabletop RPG’s, taking pictures of things that I think are pretty, collecting figurines/stuffed animals and puppetry, science/history, soccer(football)/volleyball/basketball and swim, cooking/baking, art is definitely my main hobby I dedicate a lot of time to it

likes: vocaloid/utau, k-pop/j-pop, watching documentaries/youtube, decorating my room, iced coffee, boba tea, bread, sharks, cats, cold weather, christmas, musicals, cleaning, rhythm games, being with my friends, shopping, partys, mint candles, sweet and spicy food, any asian food (japanese, korean, chinese, taiwanese, etc), the mandela catalog, your boyfriend (game), roblox(game), otome games and more!

dislikes: bitter foods, strong scents, pessimism, hot weather, feeling restricted, over-possessiveness, conformity, having to be responsible for others, when people don't stand up for themselves (i tend to look down on/clash with people who are overly insecure), overly anxious people, people-pleasers, when people act condescending towards me

these are some of my top kins!!: hiyori tomoe (enstars), yoosung kim (mystic messenger), jumin han (mystic messenger), hanako (tbhk), felix kranken (twf), albedo (genshin impact), shoya ishida (a silent voice), tom (eddsworld), eridan (homestuck), karkat (homestuck), shu itsuki (enstars),miyamura izumi (horimiya), micheal afton (FNAF), lolbit (FNAF), mangle (FNAF), natsume sakasaki (enstars), sora harukawa (enstars), urumi akamaki (alice in borderland), V (mystic messenger), hagumi kitazawa (bandori), matsubara kanon (bandori), shinji ikari (neon genesis evangelion), geto suguru (jujustu kaisen), minami kotobuki (oshi no ko), lain iwakura (serial experiments lain), hajime hinata (danganronpa), blade (honkai star rail), hua cheng (TGCF), ame-chan (needy streamer overdose), k-angel (needy streamer overdose) and more....!

I'm a ENTP, 4w3 and a Aquarius

misc: I live in a mixed language house hold where I speak mostly polish and Arabic, and some Korean and Japanese, it would be nice if the person who I get can react to that lol, i know 6 languages (Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Arabic, Polish & French), clumsy; accidentally misuses slang or phrases bc i can never remember how they go (e.g. "bust this popsicle stand" instead of “blow this popsicle stand"); prone to be a bit directionless in life, tries to find comfort and humor in hard times, tries not to take life to seriously, i love dancing a lot, I do a lot of dancing like tiktok (idk I’m so sorry😭) dancing, belly dancing, dabke dancing and more.

appearance /aesthetic: 5'6 / 167.64 cm, midsize, rectangular body shape, i have a masculine and feminine face (somehow), dimple on chin, hazel eyes, wears glasses, dyed black boy hair, lots of piercings, no tattoos(I need some), for style, i wear a lot such as goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, cyber goth, and victorian goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, banba, kogal, tsuyome, and kigurumi), scenemo/emo, & vkei ouji and lolita, i wear streetwear clothes mostly at home/school/work, i basically wear casual clothes too but can also pull off a kpop idol look, i also wear a lot of cool dresses and suits, i wear fishnets and combat boats/converse, but I also wear Y2K and I also dress in alternative clothing a LOT, I wear a lot of other harajuku styles such as kimono style, jirai kei, decora, mori kei, cult party kei and more but the ones highlighted are the ones I wear mostly.

Thank you so much! Have a good day!

I match you with...

HARU

○ Haru is such a sweetheart that it's incredibly easy to be around her. Even though you're shy at first, she makes you feel comfortable and safe, so it's not long before you warm up. It makes haru so happy when you start to open up to her, and she loves to listen to you ramble about any and everything

○ Your confidence and will to do whats right at all costs inspires Haru. In turn, she's a little more level-headed, and keeps your sense of justice from getting you into too much trouble - though, when someone needs to stand up and do something she's right behind you, admiring you standing up for the weak.

○ Haru is level headed and calm. When your brain runs away from you she's always there to reel you back in, confronting the raging tornado of your thoughts with loving words and logical explanations. Often one to suffer from overthinking, she understands and is ever patient with you.

○ Haru loves how confident and unabashedly yourself you are. She admires that about you, and it draws her in instantly. She loves the way you get what you see with you, and it generates a lot of respect in her, since so many people she's forced to interact with on behalf of her family are fake.

HEADCANONS

○ You're Harus scary dog privilege. She doesn't stand up for herself much, even when she needs to, and while she learns to care for herself you take up the role of protector. You don't let her let anyone walk over her. She becomes equally as protective as you, though she expresses it more in being a good listener and always supporting you

○ Gift giving is big between the two of you. At first you're a little insecure because Harus gifts are huge and expensive - a Rolex, a new suit, a trip.... however, once you learn that it's just because she has the means and not b3cause that what she expects things sail a lot smoother. Haru actually treasures little gifts you give her more than anything because they come from your heart. She displays every knick knack you pick up for her on a special display shelf in her room

○ Indoor dates! Both of you get overwhelmed in huge crowds, so many of your date nights are inside. Movie nights, game nights, or deep talks snuggled up in bed. The two of you love to just be together one on one

○ Haru is also multi-lingual! It comes in handy in the world of the rich, and she speaks a few languages herself. The first time she responds to you muttering to yourself in a language other than Japanese or English you're elated - you love practicing and keeping up with languages together, and you help one another learn new ones

#matchups #headcanon #persona 5 #haru okumura

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worlds-forgotten · 3 years

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Gut Feeling

summary: Nikki and Wrench’s story, as told by them. They form an unlikely duo, leading to an adventure involving plotting to avenge their near deaths, plus perhaps beginning to enjoy each other’s company. If only it could go on like that forever.

pairing: Nikki Swango x Wes Wrench

warnings: Swearing, canon typical violence/gore

word count: 3.0k

rating: Mature

posted: 19/03/12

Nikki was eight when she first realized she had a superpower. Well, at least, that’s what she used to enjoy referring to it as. The school day would drag on forever, the long hours ticking away on a clock that sat above the doorway to her classroom. With nothing better to do, she observed. The fellow students’ habits and mannerisms, how quickly she was able to catch on the the math equations that were written in the chalkboard. It became quickly evident to Nikki that she had keen eyes for figuring things out. Noticing. Somehow, she was always the first to solve the day’s lessons. She noticed when her fifth grade teacher stopped wearing his wedding ring and began to drink more coffee, she noticed when Tilly Jackson began wearing turtle necks and scarves in grade eight after getting her first boyfriend, and most importantly, she learned how to play bridge watching the men on the TV. The way they moved their cards and watched each other’s faces was so fascinating, and Nikki knew this was the perfect thing to place her superpower in.

It quickly became less and less of a superpower and more of a need, just like food or water. Without her quick learning skills and observational watching, she wouldn’t have been able to plan her way out of any of the situations that led to the one she was in now. Hobbling towards the car in the parking lot of an alleyway with her arm wrapped around the shoulder of a deaf stranger. She pushed herself forward with each step, willing her legs to carry her just a bit further. The keys in her hand felt cold and slick, and it still seemed unreal that they were just handed to her freely. The warmth of the kitten was nothing but a phantom feeling now, but she was sure she hadn’t imagined it. The man at the counter. Surely she wasn’t hallucinating from blood loss. With a glance back at the bowling alley, Nikki prayed silently that she hadn’t actually stolen the car in some crazed attempt to help herself and her stranger. Reaching for the driver’s side, the man grabbed her arm to stop her. She gave him a puzzled look and he signed something slowly, either out of exhaustion or in hopes she would somehow understand what he was saying. “I don’t get what you’re trying to say. It’s fine, I’ll drive,” she attempted to open the door again, and this time the stranger pulled her away from the door. He pointed at her leg and mimicked her crashing the car. “I’m fine, it’s-“ Sighing, Nikki realized there was so point in arguing. If anything, she could manage a bit of rest if she let him drive. “Fine, you drive.” She slapped the keys into his hand and propped herself against the hood as she limped to the passengers seat. While climbing in Nikki released a cry of pain, her stomach and ribs throbbed and her leg numb with lack of circulation. She quickly covered her mouth, embarrassed, then glanced at the man beside her, who was unaware as he buckled in that she had made any noise at all. That made her feel a little better while the engine came to life as the keys were placed in the ignition. “Wait,” she called out, grabbing the stranger’s coat. He looked at her with a furrowed brow. She dug into her pocket and produced a small notepad she had taken from the alley, then checked the glove box for a pen. She found a pencil and scrawled a message, then handed it to him.

Name’s Nikki. I figured we need a way to talk.

He looked back up at her, staring as if to decide if the name suited her. She wondered for a moment if he even knew what her name sounded like, but felt it was rude to ask. He grabbed the pencil from her and wrote a reply.

Wrench. Can read lips.

She thought for a moment maybe she had misread it. That had to be a last name. “You can really see what I’m saying?” She asked, and he raised a brow. “What’s your real name? I gave you mine.” He scribbled out another message and placed it between them before putting the car into drive and beginning their road trip to who knows where. Nikki picked up the pad with slight offence at his abrupt end to their conversation.

You talk too fast.

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Nikki was woken with a sudden jerk of the car stopping. She quickly sat up, completely unaware she had fallen asleep. Black, crusted blood stained the car floor and her pant leg. She turned her head to see Wrench rubbing his hands through his curls. His eyes were on top of dark circles from what was presumably hours of driving, based on the rising sun that now lit the sky with pinks and oranges. She looked and saw they were at a motel, with a broken light up sign and no cars in the parking lot. The kind of motel people get murdered at. “Where are we?” She asked with a yawn. When she got no answer, she nudged Wrench’s arm so he would look at her. “Where are we? What kind of motel is this?” He began to sign, then stopped, and scooped up the pencil and notepad.

The kind that doesn’t ask questions.

He opened the car door, and she mirrored his actions, slowly rising with a wince. She noticed he was now carrying a briefcase and a duffel bag, which he hadn’t had before. Was it from the car? Maybe the man at the bowling alley left some supplies and money for them in the trunk? She shook the ridiculous thought from her head. As it was, she wasn’t even sure she had actually spoken to anyone. Wrench offered his hand to her for support, and she grasped it, hopping along on her good leg into the reception room. Nikki grabbed the counter as a crutch, and rang the bell that sat there. The ring echoed through the empty motel, and silence followed. Looking around, she saw a dusty couch and an old bookshelf that had clearly gone untouched for awhile. It smelled like cigarettes and Fabreeze inside, and really needed an open window. “‘Morning,” a voice said, and Nikki glanced back and saw a elderly man in a robe. “My apologies, not much requirement to be up before six these days.” “That’s fine, Mister. We’ll be needing a room.” “And a bath, I’ll say. Quite a bit of blood on you, young man.” He replied with a chuckle as he pointed at Wrench, who simply frowned in return. Nikki cut in. “Not much of a talker, my friend here. Sorry. We’re alright, just a car accident.” “No need to explain, it’s okay. That’ll be thirty for one bed-“ “Two beds, please.” Nikki corrected. “Forty five then.” Wrench tapped her on the shoulder and handed her a wad of cash. She glanced down and shook her head. “No, it’s only forty five, that’s too much.” She whispered slowly. He signed something, then shoved the money at her once more. “I don’t- fine. Okay, fine.” She snatched it and placed it on the counter. “We’ll pay in advance for a few more nights, just in case.” “Sounds like a plan to me, Miss.” the man handed her a key. “It’s upstairs.” Nikki thanked him, then turned and opened the door to make her way to the stairs. Wrench walked ahead of her, and she watched his back as he ascended the steps. He moved so smoothly despite the huge tear in his jacket that was crusted with dry blood. He took the key from Nikki’s hand and stopped at the door, then opened the it slowly, as if expecting someone to be waiting for them inside. There would’ve been no way anyone could have anticipated them being there together, but there was still the feeling of raised hair, both of them ready to defend themselves again. Though frankly, after already decapitating one guy, and fighting off the other freak with the wolf’s head, she was done for now. Closing the door behind her, the first thing Nikki did was crawl into one of the beds and sigh loudly. Her body ached and cramped, and she was ready to sleep for another twelve hours. Her eyes closed for a moment before the felt a finger tapping her arm. She cracked open one eyelid and stared back at Wrench. He signed something, then gestured at her leg. She lifted it a little and groaned. “Yeah, I guess sooner or later, right?” She sat up with a helping hand from Wrench, and he lifted her arm and wrapped it around his shoulder and practically carried her to the bathroom. She placed herself on the toilet seat in the tiny powder room, suddenly having the urge to laugh at how much larger Wrench seemed now, with his head almost touching the low ceiling. He removed his jacket with a little struggle, then squatted beside Nikki and met her gaze. “You got any booze?” She half joked. He frowned, then held up a first aid kit, but not the kind that you get at a drug store. Nikki pictured he had bought it from the Special Forces. “Was that from your special duffel bag?” She asked as he pulled out a pair of scissors and cut up her pant leg. “Hey,” she flicked his head, causing him to snap his face up. “I’m talking to you. Where did you get the bags? Your suitcase?” He went back to her leg, ignoring her inquires. The bottle of liquid he opened smelled strongly of alcohol, suddenly Nikki really did crave a shot. “Fine. Don’t answer me. I don’t need to know. I don’t need to know!” She yelled at his head, which was looking down, focusing on pouring the liquid into some cloths. He placed it against her open wound and she let out a small screech and pushed his hand away. “Goddamn! Is that straight acid? Jiminy cricket, gimmie a second.” She inhaled sharply and braced herself on the sink. Wrench placed his hand on her knee to steady her and began to clean her blood stained skin, and she felt the tears that tried to fall. Sure, Nikki was strong. Weakness was a threat to everything she had worked so hard towards. She always thought her way out of any plan gone wrong, but there was no denying she was at her lowest in this moment as she watched Wrench pull out stitching string and a needle. She braced herself and bit her sleeve.

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“Do you need help with yours?” Nikki spoke slowly, trying to emphasis her words as she touched her new bandaging. Wrench shook his head, then pointed at the shower. “That’s probably a good idea. You go first, I’ll take one after.” She stood up with a small wobble, then turned and left the bathroom. He closed the door and locked it, leaving Nikki alone in the room. She looked down at her dirty clothing, bloody and covered in mud. There were two white robes that sat on the dresser, and confident Wrench was going to be awhile, she stripped and wrapped the robe around herself. She just tried not to imagine how many times it had been worn without wash. Sitting on one of the beds, she listened to the sounds of the shower running and the gentle humming of the ice machine outside. Otherwise it was completely silent, the morning birds virtually quiet and no cars passing in the freeway. It was peaceful, despite the slight creepiness of the empty motel, save the elderly man at reception. She wondered why they were all alone there, considering the fairly cheap rooms. Wrench had implied that it was a shady place, where many people like him went (whatever he was), so perhaps only people in real trouble arrived there, asking for a sanctuary. It reminded Nikki of the convenient bowling alley that frankly, saved their lives. The man at the bar had asked no questions and gave them free drinks, while the man who had Ray had given them his car. Why had there been an alley in the middle of the woods? So far out beside the highway? Nikki couldn’t picture gathering up a family for a day of fun and driving out an hour to a neon lit building at the edge of a quite possibly haunted forest. The all too close memory of the forest sent a shiver down her spine. Between Wrench’s howls of pain and the shear terror as arrows whizzed at them too quickly to avoid (hence her now torn apart calf), it was the most certain she had ever been that she was going to die; in that moment, chained to a stranger and being attacked by crazed mobster assholes. With a sigh, Nikki rolled her head to crack her neck, and spied the duffel bag and case sitting on the floor near the door. She stared at them for a moment, tempted to peek. No, it wasn’t hers, that wasn’t okay. But then again, did she even give a fuck what was okay anymore? She needed to feel safe with this guy, and somehow knowing what was inside would make her feel better. She listened to make sure the shower was still going, and she quickly ran over to the bag first. Unzipping the top, her hands made quick work to discover clothing, toothbrushes, bags of snacks, like the kind you buy for a road trip, and other toiletries. The feeling of nosiness dwindled and she almost felt bad for snooping. She then closed the bag and sat on the carpet. He had just been looking out for them, though had she expected anything else? She then moved to the briefcase, which was mildly heavy. Placing it on the bed, she unhooked the straps and pulled open the top. Inside were passports, credit cards, badges, IDs, and a few wads of cash in both American and Canadian money. She picked up a passport and saw Wrench’s picture but a different name- Jerome Hilton. Then another with the name Stephen Mills. She wondered if his name really was Wrench, or if that’s just another fake persona. She then picked up an ID and saw a different man on it, one that wasn’t Wrench. He had dark hair and a beard. “Grady Numbers,” she said aloud, curious to who he was. There are more forms of the man’s identification with other names. “Who are you?” She asked to no one in particular, but then there was silence, and the shower wasn’t running any longer. Quickly shoving the case back where it was, Nikki rushed back to her spot on the bed. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and her bus seat partner stepped out, wearing sweatpants and a pullover. His hair was still damp, but he was clean, though wore heavy bags under his eyes. He strode past her and picked the duffel off the floor. When he opened it, he waved her over, then pointed at the clothes inside. “Oh, thanks,” She mustered up a small smile as she grabbed a pair of pants and a tee shirt. She tried to grab a pair of socks and accidentally pulled up a long, blue scarf. She inspected it for a moment before Wrench pulled it out of her hand and signed something. She didn’t understand, but based on his serious expression, she guessed the scarf was off limits. “‘Kay,” she turned around and walked towards to bathroom. “Weirdo.”

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The mirror was foggy with condensation, and Nikki used her forearm to rub it away enough to look at herself. Her dark hair dripped water onto her bare shoulders, and she watched the little droplets roll down her skin. Her eyelids sagged with sleepiness and she was pale as a ghost. She decided she could look worse, considering the night she had. The fan whirred loudly above her, blowing hot hair around the room. Using one towel, she wrapped her hair up, then dried her body before pulling on the much too large sweat pants and tee shirt. With a curious nose, she smelled the shirt, which had the faint scent of deodorant. She wondered if it belonged to Wrench. Pulling the drawstring on the pants as tight as she could, she then stepped out of the bathroom. The first thing she did was throw her old track suit in the garbage, but placed her faux fur coat on the desk chair, not being able to part with it. Nikki glanced up at the figure on the bed, finding Wrench leaning against the headboard with his hands resting clasped on his stomach, and his eyes closed. He didn’t move, unaware of her presence in the room. His breath was deep, implying his slumber. The digital clock on the nightstand between the beds blinked 7:05 AM. Quietly (still not used to Wrench’s obliviousness to noise), she flicked off the lights and climbed into the queen opposite the other. She spent a moment staring at the large man before climbing back out and pulling his covers over his thick legs. He twitched a little and she moved back, scared of a violent reaction, but his eyes remained closed and began to snore quietly. Nikki laid in her bed for what felt like a century, hyper aware of the silence of the motel once again. She focused on Wrench’s breathing from across the room, and stared at the sun through the closed, thin curtains that blocked the outside from viewing the room. As soon as Wrench woke up, they needed to plan ahead for what was going to occur in their future. The unlikely pair. They were really in it now, running from the law and from these men. That was going to have to stop. Nikki already knew how she could make it go away, but it would take precise plotting, because it was two against what felt like a whole army. Wrench seemed to be on her side, though there would only be certainty once they had discussed it together. A major scheme. She knew deep down it would be difficult, especially with the language barrier, but she was willing to do all it took to make sure they were an unbeatable team. Bar none.

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Motion Sickness Chapter 66

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I was sprinting through the woods at night. An unbearable pain in my chest. I slid to a stop and ripped my clothes off to see something massive worming its way around in my stomach. I took the edge of Crocea Mors to my body and screamed as I tried to cut it out of me.

A massive rolling Grimm masked worm flopped out of my chest from the gaping wound I'd cut in my side. It looked up at me with a pleased look.

It was killing me.

I was going to die and that would be preferable to this. This agony was too much for anyone to bear.

I woke up still on top of the building I passed out on top of. I felt like shit. My chest was crusty with blood and Neo… I felt like crying. My mistake had fucked her up. I'd need to find her and apologize.

I grimaced and pulled myself to my feet. I covered myself as best as I could then started a long painful march to Seventh Heaven. I tried not to draw much attention but I was a tall bleeding figure. I got looks. There was nothing I could do about that.

At least the mission had been a success. The White Whale was gone when I woke up. At the bottom of the harbor. And it hadn't exploded and destroyed the docks which was a nice plus.

The plan had technically been a success. But only in a technical sense.

I dragged myself into Seventh Heaven with a chiming of bells.

Jasper was there wiping down the counter.

"Cloud!"

"Jasper." I returned easily. "How was Neo?"

"She was fine within a few hours. She left. Not sure where to. But what about you? You're hurt!"

"He got a good shot off on me. It won't happen again. I need to find Neo. I need to tell her I'm sorry."

"I think she knows," Jasper countered. She pulled a medical kit from behind the bar.

"Doesn't matter. She's been all I've had. And I almost got her killed."

"I told you she was fine. She walked it off. Where have you been?"

"Sleeping it off. Taurus put a hole in me."

She started trying to pull my clothes and armor off. I jerked back away from her. I didn't even really mean to.

"Let me help you," she pleaded.

"After I find out where Neo is. She might have gone back to our hotel."

I pulled my scroll out and sent her a message.

Where are you? I'm at Seventh Heaven.

I waited a few moments and got a message back from her address.

!!!omw

I sighed. Neo was not a talker, even through text where she could have been. It was a touch annoying but I was glad she was alright.

"We told her you were fighting Taurus. I think she went looking for you," Jasper said. "We thought you died."

"Almost. I'm still kicking around though," I shot back. I kicked a barstool to prove my point. It aggravated my chest wounds. Ah, that was the stuff.

"Still think you can beat him?" She fired.

"Give me a few days to recover and definitely. I won't make the same mistakes again. I gave him an edge over me. I handed him the power he needed to win. His semblance surprised me. It won't work twice," I promised.

And it wouldn't. It had been an odd interaction of our powers but it had only happened because I'd gone for the blade beam. Any other Limit Break would have caused things to play out in my favor. Or closer to it. He wouldn't have had that devastating slice.

Jasper was unrelenting. She pulled and tugged at my clothes, she was determined to get a look at where I was cut.

"Come on. Let me take a look at you. Let's get you cleaned up."

"You got a shower here?" I asked.

She nodded and took my hand and started to guide me. I stripped out of my clothes and armor before she'd even left the room, leaving her blushing but I was too tired to care.

I hopped in the shower and the water burned against my chest wound. It wasn't a particularly deep laceration, it hadn't opened my abdomen like some other wounds I'd had before, and it was located just above the bottom of my rib cage to the right side.

I hissed under the hot water as it started to undo the blood clot and clean the wound. I bled a lot into that small shower. The water ran red for a long long time.

I popped back out and put my trousers back on. I came down to where Jasper had the medical kit.

"Think you have stuff to sew me back together in there?" I asked her. I stood shirtless in her bar. She stared for a moment before she opened it and rifled through it. She withdrew her medical line, tweezers, scissors, and a needle.

I propped myself up and wiped my chest down with alcohol wipes and then I started to sew myself back up.

That was when Neo came rushing in. She took me in for a moment.

"Neo…" I paused. She just stared at me. "Neo, I'm so sorry my explosive got you hurt. I've been running it through in my head and I have no idea when I made the mistake but it must have been somewhe-"

She walked up and tried to put her arms around me. Her arms weren't long enough to get all the way around me. I sighed into her touch. I felt the feeling of our bare skin against one another's. It was warm despite her chilling aura.

I relaxed into the touch and shuddered once against the cold of her aura. Goosebumps ran down my arms and back at her touch. Her exposed stomach and cleavage ran against my waist.

"Sorry," I breathed. "Sorry."

I had paused mid sewing myself back up. I continued once she backed away. I dabbed at the still bleeding wound with a cloth as I worked to keep my eyes free and my hands mostly clean of blood.

There was a growing pile of bloodied bandages and cloths next to me on one of the bar stools near where I leaned.

Neo and Jasper both watched me work until I put the last knot in the wire and pulled the wound tightly closed. I gasped a little in pain.

"Hopefully this reaches you that you're not invincible," Jasper said.

"I didn't need another reminder of that."

"But you're still going to fight Taurus?"

"Got to now. It's fucking on now. The gloves are off."

"You should have had them off to begin with."

"I made a mistake."

Neo took a Cosmo Canyon she ordered by pulling on my arm and splashed it against my chest. The alcohol burned and I hissed.

I glared at her. But she just leaned on one palm and smiled at me. I figured she was allowed a little of that considering what I put her through. Maybe I deserved it more than a little. I had to clean myself off of the sticky liquid again. I threw all the bandages and cloths and alcoholic wipes I'd accumulated away.

I put my huntsman clothes and armor back on. I strapped my harness and sword back to my back. In a week or so I'd be right as rain. But for now I needed to act like I was as hurt as I was.

"They confiscated and probably impounded my bike Neo. My bike, my precious, precious bike," I bemoaned.

She only laughed at me in silence. A shuffling of her shoulders and a wide open smile. She was grinning the entire time. She was happy that I was alive. She'd been worried. She tried to cover it by tormenting me but I saw through it a little. Only a little though. The rest was on to how she was a sadist.

"Thank you Jasper." I slid her back her medical kit across the counter after putting everything away in it.

I'd need to repair my huntsman clothes. They'd been torn in the fight. We could find a place that could fix or repair it, though. It would just take time. "And let me know if you see Taurus again. I've got a blood score to settle with him, now."

Might as well add his to my list of names I was constantly looking out for.

"You're really serious about fighting him again after what he did to you?"

"He got lucky," I countered.

" You got lucky," she countered back

"I did, but he got lucky first. That's how he won. In the luck race he got to the finish line first. I'll get him the next time we fight, just wait and see."

"If you say so. I think you should avoid him."

"Enough about that. What's been going down since I was out?" I asked.

"Well the unions are in action. Schnee will have to make concessions now. He's got no reserves of dust. Well, not as many and he knows that they are not safe and they're dwindling," Jasper said. She wiped some of my blood off the counter with a disinfectant wipe.

At least I knew this place was that hygienic.

"He'll need his workers back to work to keep up with local demand. He can't afford not to. He doesn't have any other customers what with the embargo and all. He's losing money fast as it is. And he has competitors. He'll have to give us something."

"Is that where Bisque and Wenge are?" I wondered.

"They're leading the charge with the strikes. Avalanche needs to be seen at the forefront of things if we want to be major players."

"Politics," I grumbled. "I'd rather be stabbed in the chest."

"You know what? You're lucky you're cute because that shit wouldn't fly with anybody else."

"Who says anything about being cute?" I asked.

"Don't be bratty," she said, leaning on the counter.

"I'm serious," I said.

"At least take it easy for the next few days," she said. "Promise me that."

"I make no promises. Anything could happen. But yeah, I probably will. Keep an eye out for Taurus for me."

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To be honest I was in quite a bit of pain. I'd taken some ibuprofen but it only seemed to bed the beast down and not so much actually able to put it to sleep. It was still rearing to clip at me. Nipping at my heels as I made my way around.

Plus they'd taken my bike so I had no wheels which meant Neo and I were walking to the seamstress where they could repair my shirt. Walking and in pain. And I had no one to complain to besides Neo who would probably just get a kick out of it my distress. Especially considering what I put her through. I deserved that.

I needed to get my hands on some real painkillers. That meant talking to Aurum and getting up to Atlas.

I took a gondola up to the floating island and got my shirt fixed up before I made my way to The Den and through its usual din. It only took an hour or two of waiting to get my shirt fixed up.

I wasn't sure how Aurum basically lived in all that noise twenty-four seven like he seemed to. I wasn't sure how he wasn't deaf.

He greeted me with a shallow wave to come over. I plopped down on the couch and let out a groan of pain as I rattled my ribcage in the process.

"I need painkillers," I told Aurum. "I'm willing to pay extra for them if you can get them to me fast."

He reached into a pocket and dumped a few pills out on his hand from a little bottle. He handed them to me.

"What's this?" I asked. I handled the round pills for a moment in my palm.

"Vicodin," he said. "I'll get you some more. This was just from my personal stash and what I had on me."

I took the pills with no water. I groaned as I did. That was that good shit. Real dosages of painkillers was what I needed.

"What happened to you?" He asked.

"I lost a fight," I confessed. "Ass end of an ass kicking and all that."

"To who?" He wondered.

"Adam fucking Taurus."

"Ah that makes sense."

"It does?" I asked.

"He's one of the few people in town that could give you a figurative bloody nose," he spoke over the noise of his music.

"Yeah well he got fucking lucky. I'll kill him next time," I said.

"Next time, hmm?" He made a questioning noise.

"Add him to my list. I want to catch him and kill him." He nodded at that and I could see him mentally do so. It was good for his business anyways.

"I heard Schnee's ship went down full of cargo. Was that you?" He asked.

"It was." I said. I sighed. Those were strong painkillers and someone brought me a whole pill bottle of them. I forked over a few hundred Lien in exchange. I could already feel them working. That was that good stuff. They were relaxing me.

Just because I'd been hurt worse on no painkillers didn't mean I relished the experience. Maybe I wanted to be able to relax and not feel like I was dying.

He laughed at me and I managed a weak glare.

I groaned and waned in and out of consciousness in the lair of drug lord who I would argue was kind of a friend. How things change. If you'd told me I would be in this position back at Beacon I would have laughed in your face.

Well maybe not. I'd had no confidence back then.

But then a lot of shit had happened to me since freshman year. I found out I was a failed experiment who only got passed around on the off chance that they succeeded.

I had the relic of knowledge still on my belt. It was secured to my person at all times. I considered asking it when the pain would fucking stop for good. It was still there. It was just muted by the Vicodin.

"Can I get you a drink?" Aurum asked.

"Should I mix alcohol and these kinds of painkillers?" I shot back.

"I always do," he said. "It's a fucking trip."

"Fuck it," I said. "Something straight and hard, if you please."

He ordered himself a screwdriver and me a few shots of vodka.

I took two of them and the room began to slouch. I was starting to feel a lot less shitty.

I sighed into the comfortable couch. Even with the music at such a high level I might just pass out. I waned in and out of consciousness in a way that was completely different to the way I'd done that on Hyper. On Hyper it had been all rush, making things a blur and making me wax and wane. On this it was all drowsiness so that I was just on the edge of falling asleep constantly.

"Fucking Taurus."

"What's that?"

"Taurus. He fucking cheated. I handed him the power to win and he nearly cut me in half. Luckily I had armor. I can't believe shit went down like that. I should have killed him. He just absorbed my attack. Must have been his semblance. Semblances are bullshit."

"I'm told you have quite the doozy of a semblance. That's just what I heard at least. You ripped into the prisoner transport like it was a tin can."

"Maybe. It's just bullshit when somebody else does, too. It's unfair. I'm going to pass out here for a bit." I leaned my head down onto the couch cushions.

I was straight off to dreamland despite the wump-wump-wump of the music in the place.

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-WG

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TSMC ch. 3

I’m back with chapter 3! In this chapter: Everything goes horribly wrong, but something good comes out of it. Or does it...?

Here’s chapter 1 on AO3 and on tumblr, here’s chapter 2 on AO3 and on tumblr, and here is this chapter on AO3! Let me know by comment, reblog, or tags if you want to be added to the tag list for this story, and please let me know what you thought because I really appreciate it!!

The Sibling Matchmakers Club

Chapter 3: By the Angel

Mina was happy to say that she was enjoying her time at camp. After two weeks she’d made a great friend, figured out she was good at soccer, learned how to do origami, and started a prank war.

Ah, right. The prank war. Now Mina enjoyed pranks as much as the next person -ok, maybe a little bit more, and she would blame Kit for that- but Lucie and James had made it a little too personal. Mina had arranged the first prank because she thought they’d all be able to laugh about it and become better friends afterwards, but instead James and Lucie had gotten fired up and started fighting for real. At this point, it had gotten way out of Mina’s control.

Not that she had tried stopping it in the first place. While she’d tried talking with James and Lucie separately about how they could prank each other and still be friends, neither of them had wanted to listen. Mina quickly gave up, but decided that it wouldn’t stop her from having fun and helping Lucie out.

Though for once, Mina wasn’t doing a prank. Today was Saturday, and every Saturday the kids got to call their family back home. Mina actually owned a cell phone, a small model that her dad had been very hesitant to give her. He had thought she was too young for one for the longest time, but had rethought it after an incident where she got lost at the mall and couldn’t find him. Kit had promised to make sure Mina wouldn’t have any bad social media or weird apps if she got one, and so Mina was given the phone a week before heading out to Camp Clover. The camp’s policy was no electronics though, so Mina hadn’t used it much. Even before camp, she really only used it for calling her family and her friend Tavvy.

On Saturdays, she used it to call her dad. Jem always made sure to make time to answer Mina’s call, and Kit usually liked to make loud comments in the background. At the end, they’d both tell her they missed her and say I love you and their goodbyes. Mina was having a lot of fun with Lucie and James and the Lightwoods, but she looked forward to Saturdays the most.

Mina was startled when the phone in her hand started to ring before she even pressed the call button. It was usually her dad who called, but this time it was Kit’s name and picture that flashed across the screen. “Hello?”

“Min-Min!” Kit’s voice rang loud and clear, and Mina smiled widely without even thinking about it. “I thought I’d try to catch you before you called Dad, since you usually call around this time.” His voice lost some of its energy, and she could picture the strained look on his face. “There was an emergency at the hospital and he couldn’t leave, so he can’t call today Mina. I’m sorry.”

Mina sighed, her smile quickly fading. Her dad loved them both and always tried to make time to spend with his children, but she knew that being a doctor was a demanding job and he couldn’t always be there. Growing up, they were often babysat by different family friends until Kit was old enough to look after them both on his own.

“It’s ok,” Mina said, telling herself that at least she got to talk with her brother. “I’m happy I can still talk to you.”

There was a slight pause, and when Kit spoke she could tell he was smiling. “A smooth talker as always, Mina. So, how’s that prank war going? Did you and Lucie finally win?”

Mina perked up, and spent the next few minutes recounting her most recent successes and failures. Recently they had managed to get help and put the boys’ beds outside of their cabin, but then they had snuck a whole handful of fake spiders into Mina and Lucie’s beds. Grace and Paige hadn’t been very happy about Mina and Lucie’s sudden screams, and neither did the other side of the cabin. Mina had a feeling they were slowly getting fed up with the prank war going on, but Mina had no plans to stop anytime soon. If there was anything her dad had taught her, it was to not give up.

If there was anything Kit had taught her, it was that when it came to pranks you had to start small and work your way up to the big stuff. For Mina, the big stuff was only just beginning.

“We already have our next prank planned out,” she told Kit proudly. “It’ll be like the first prank we did, but better. There’s going to be maple syrup and-”

Mina’s cabin counselor Jessamine, who had been standing at the corner supervising the phone call, gave her a look.

Mina cleared her throat. “I mean, nothing. We’re not going to do any pranks or anything with maple syrup, because that would be bad.” She heard Kit snort.

The counselor sighed and checked her watch. “Hurry it up,” she said, nodding to the door. “The lunch bell is going to ring soon.”

“Sorry, I’ll have to end the call soon.” Mina said. “How is Dad doing?”

Kit sighed. “He’s still overworking himself at the hospital, so basically what he’s been doing since you went to camp. Then of course there’s that horrible-” Kit gasped suddenly. “Mina,” he whispered in a low tone. “You have no idea, I totally forgot he hasn’t told you yet. I know he wanted to wait to tell you in person, but you have to know. There’s this woman named-”

The lunch bell rang, and Mina heard shouts from outside her cabin about how excited they were for today’s lunch. Apparently, today they had hotdogs and hamburgers. Mina jumped up from where she had been leaning against the wall.

“I have to go!” She interrupted, and felt a little bad about it, but it was hotdogs and hamburgers today. Plus, Lucie and Mina had to finish eating early in order for today’s prank to work. There was no way she could be late. “It’s lunchtime, sorry. Bye, love you!”

“Wait, Mina-” Kit’s voice cut off as Mina quickly hung up the phone before handing it to Jessamine and rushing out the door. Normally she’d try to find Lucie first, but she bet that Lucie was already on her way to the dining hall.

Kit had mentioned a woman. Her dad had actually talked about someone that he wanted Mina to meet when she got back to camp, but Mina hadn’t known it was a lady. It was probably normal for Mina to be worried, to think that maybe her dad was seeing someone, but that was silly.

Mina’s dad never dated, so Mina wasn’t concerned at all. As she ran to the dining hall and caught sight of Lucie, her spirits only lifted.

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“We have to finish quickly,” Lucie told Mina quietly, slathering ketchup on her hotdog. She ignored Mina trying to hide her wince at the amount. The dining hall had been mostly out of ketchup, but they’d gotten there early enough for Lucie to snatch some off of the other tables undetected. “You said yourself that the key for the prank was time.”

Mina nodded silently, having just taken a bite of her hamburger. She swallowed and coughed for a second before taking a sip of her apple juice. “I might be eating too fast.” she said sheepishly. “Though as long as we finish before James and Thomas and Christopher get here, we’re fine.”

The two of them ate at a faster pace than usual so that they could get back to their cabin and prepare their prank, though Lucie noticed that she didn’t see James or the Lightwoods anywhere. They’re just late, Lucie thought. Christopher probably exploded something again and they’re cleaning it up. Christopher Lightwood might be a genius, but his experiments often caused something to catch on fire.

Mina stood up with her empty plate, and Lucie did the same. The two of them grinned at each other in excitement as they put their plates onto the dirty dishes cart and walked out of the dining hall.

“You remember the plan?” Mina asked, and Lucie gave an enthusiastic nod.

They were going to sneak into the boys’ cabin while they were still eating lunch, and cover their entire side with maple syrup and mustard. An odd combination, but today at lunch Lucie had remembered that James hated mustard. Mina had thought it was a brilliant addition, and a step up from only using the maple syrup Mina had taken at breakfast. If any of the food workers noticed their disappearances, they didn’t say anything.

“Lucie,” Mina said suddenly, and Lucie snapped out of her thoughts to look at her.

“What?” she asked, and Mina pointed to their cabin where Grace and Paige were about to enter. “What, that they’re here? You know they like to wait and have lunch later.”

Mina quickly shook her head. “The bushes,” she said hurriedly. “Do you see them?”

Lucie looked at the bushes next to their cabin and her face paled. “Oh no,” she whispered, and both she and Lucie started running to the door.

James and the Lightwoods were sitting in the bushes, mostly hidden by the thick leaves. They didn’t seem to notice Grace and Paige’s approach.

“Wait!” Lucie called out to the two girls. “Hey, wait a second!” They ignored her, as per usual.

James glanced over, and his eyes widened as he saw Grace grab the door handle. He quickly jumped out of his hiding spot and reached towards her. “Hey, don’t open-”

It was too late. Grace opened the door and her and Paige walked through. For a split second Lucie thought that maybe nothing bad would happen after all, but the second ended quickly. A huge bucket full of a thick, red substance, tipped over and onto both girls’ heads. Lucie, Mina, and James looked at each other in horror. There had been an unspoken agreement not to get the others into it, and now they had gotten the worst people possible involved.

Grace and Paige screamed, and James immediately ran up to them. “I’m so sorry,” he said frantically, trying to wipe some of the substance out of Grace’s hair. He just smeared it in more. “I am so sorry, please don’t tell on us.”

Thomas and Christopher stumbled out of the bush, their faces shocked as they surveyed the scene. “Do you think they like ketchup?” Christopher pondered.

So that’s why the dining hall was out of ketchup, Lucie thought, and had the urge to laugh.

“Hey!” a voice yelled, and Lucie turned around to see her camp counselor storming over to them. “What happened here?!” Jessamine demanded.

James looked terrified. “Uh, I-” he stuttered. “It’s not what it looks like, we were just-”

“Just what?” Jessamine spit out. “Look at what you’ve done!” she gestured to Grace and Paige. Paige was bawling her eyes out, and Grace was glaring at them all with an intense hatred that made Lucie unconsciously take a step back.

“We didn’t mean to,” Lucie spoke up, feeling brave. She and Mina were the ones who started the prank war, after all. It wasn’t fair for James to be the only one yelled at, even if his prank was the one that got them caught. “We were just trying to have some fun.”

Jessamine turned to look at her. “Oh, I know all about your fun.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, and Lucie exchanged nervous glances with Mina. James tried to help Grace get the ketchup off again, but she slapped his hand away and he stepped back. “We’ve all been letting it slide because it wasn’t hurting anyone and you always cleaned up your own messes, but this has gone too far.”

“But-” Mina tried.

“Save it,” her counselor said, then her gaze moved to the three boys. “Now which one of you did this?”

There was a short moment of silence before James raised his hand. “Me,” he said. “I planned it and set it all up.”

“Hey, wait a minute!” Thomas protested. James gave him a look, and Thomas stopped talking.

“I did all of them myself, all of the pranks,” James announced. “Christopher and Thomas were just here to watch.”

Jessamine sighed. “Come on, then,” she said as she started to walk in the direction of the main building. She stopped to look at Lucie and Mina. “You too. All three of you are in trouble.”

Lucie slowly started to walk with them. “This isn’t good,” she mumbled to herself. This wasn’t good at all.

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All James wanted was for them not to call his mom. Please, he thought, as he imagined the disappointment in her voice. Anything but that.

The three of them were now being led to an older cabin that was a ways off from the main cabin area, having stopped the main building and then their own cabins to get all of their stuff first. Thomas had looked guilty and both he and Christopher had apologized, but James had told them it was ok. James wasn’t looking forward to the punishment, but he was happy that he was at least able to save his friends from getting trouble.

James looked at the girls nervously. Originally they had tried to avoid talking to him, but Lucie had quickly given up and started making comments under her breath to them both.

“Is she taking us to an abandoned cabin to kill us?” Lucie whispered, kicking at some grass.

“No,” James argued quietly. “Our parents would never let them.”

Mina frowned and adjusted her ponytail. “She wouldn’t do that in the first place,” she said, but James saw her put her hands behind her back to hide the fidgeting.

“Alright!” Jessamine announced, stopping as they reached the front door. “I discussed it with the other counselors, and your punishment is to stay here for the next week.”

“Here?” Mina asked, her voice cracking. She cleared her throat. “I mean, isn’t it too old? What if it collapses or something?”

“It won’t,” the counselor said confidently, but Mina didn’t look satisfied. “The three of you are going to stay here all week, only coming out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

Lucie gasped. “We can’t stay in here all week, what are we supposed to do for fun?”

Jessamine gave her a look. “Talk to each other without fighting or pranking each other, maybe? Just a thought.”

“Hold on,” James said slowly, processing her words. “All three of us?”

“Yes, that’s what I said. All three of you, together, with only each other for company.” She paused, as to let the information sink in. “Well, you better get inside and start putting your things away! A counselor will come to escort you to dinner once the time comes, but other than that you shouldn’t be leaving the cabin.”

“But-”

“No buts!” The three of them were pushed inside the old cabin, and the door creaked as it shut in their faces.

James looked around at the inside of their living space for the week, frowning at all the dust. “This place looks like it hasn’t been cleaned in a year.”

Lucie sighed and walked over to the right bunk bed, flopping herself down dramatically on the bottom bunk. She didn’t seem to mind the dust getting onto her clothes.

“Probably because it hasn’t.” Mina pointed out, and sat next to Lucie. James sat down on the bottom bunk of the left bunk bed, making sure to wipe off the dust first.

“I guess we should start putting things away,” he muttered glumly.

Mina looked around the cabin and fiddled with her shirt again. “You don’t… You don’t think this place is haunted, do you?” she asked in a small voice.

With the way they’d been fighting recently, James would’ve normally made a joke or snarky comment, but Mina looked genuinely scared. He found that he couldn’t help but want to make her feel better.

“It’s ok,” James assured her. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, it’s definitely not haunted.”

Mina gave him a nervous smile, and they all started unpacking their things. Once James had his bedsheets on and his clothes put away into the tallest drawers, he sat on his bed to take a break.

He turned to Mina, who had finished putting away her things first and was now watching Lucie struggle to fit all of her clothes in her designated drawers. “Hey,” James said, and Mina looked up. “Why did you start the pranks, anyway? Wasn’t it you that had the idea?” At this point he wasn’t mad, just curious.

“Yup, it was me,” Mina said proudly. “My older brother likes pranks, so I already knew a few and what to do for them.” She paused and then stood up suddenly, her face bright. “Oh wait, I have a picture of him I can show you!”

James leaned forward in interest as Mina picked up her bag then sat back down and began to dig through it. Lucie had given up messing with her clothes and moved to join Mina on the bed.

“Aha!” Mina exclaimed, and she pulled out a picture and showed it to Lucie. She gestured at James to join them, and he carefully walked over and sat down next to them on the bed.

Mina handed the picture to him. There was a teenage boy with bright blond hair and light blue eyes smiling at the camera. “That’s Kit,” Mina said. “His full first name is actually Christopher, but no one ever calls him that.” Kit was sitting next to Mina by a big pool, and they were both smiling without a care in the world.

“I wish I had an older brother,” Lucie said wistfully, and James nodded in agreement. He wished that he had an older brother, but really he just wished he had any sibling at all.

“My dad took the picture, that’s why he’s not in it.” Mina explained. “I don’t think I have --oh wait, I do!” She went back to her bag, and after a minute took out another picture.

It was a strange picture. The ink was messed up a bit in places and it seemed a little old, but the weirdest thing about it was that it was ripped on one side. Ripped on one side, James thought, and an idea popped into his head. He rejected it immediately. No, that would be crazy.

“It’s him on his wedding day,” Mina said, and turned the picture over so they could see. The man himself didn’t look familiar, but the flower bushes in the background did.

There’s no way, James told himself. It has to be a coincidence.

Lucie was suspiciously quiet, and James turned to face her. “Mina,” she said, her face oddly serious. “Do you… Do you know who your other parent is?”

Mina looked surprised at the question. “No,” she said. “My dad never wanted to tell me. Look, he even ripped them out of the picture.”

“Huh,” Lucie said, looking like she was about to faint. “Mina, I have that same picture, but of my papa and ripped on the other side.”

“What?” James asked incredulously, his heart beating in his chest. “But that’s- I have the same picture but of my mom and ripped on both sides!”

Mina and Lucie looked at him and each other for a moment, and he knew his face must be mirroring theirs of shock.

“I have it!” Lucie suddenly shouted, then lowered her voice and looked at them. “I have the picture,” she blurted out, and dove for her bag.

“There’s no way,” James breathed as he reached to grab his own bag from his bed. “It can’t be!”

He and Lucie hastily pulled out their own pictures, holding them close to their chest. “On three?” Mina suggested quietly, her eyes filled with excitement and something that James thought might be hope. She put her picture down gently on the bed, face up.

“One.”

“Two…”

“Three!”

James and Lucie slammed their pictures down next to Mina’s, and James felt like bursting into tears.

The pictures fit together perfectly, like pieces of the most finely crafted puzzle. James’s mom was there in her wedding gown, two handsome men in suits standing next to her and on each arm. All three of the adults were grinning, and they all had on the same ring.

“By the angel,” Lucie whispered, and James didn’t even question the odd saying that he’d previously thought was something only he and his mother said.

“Are we siblings?” James asked, and he pinched himself just in case this was all a dream so that he could wake up. It didn’t work.

“This is impossible!” Mina said, putting a hand on her forehead. “I’m so confused.”

As James looked at how neatly the pictures all combined into one, he couldn’t help but agree.

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disabled-queen-hc-blog · 5 years

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I'm not even the prosthesis anom but holy shit would I love some of Brian being pampered after a long day of dealing with a prosthesis.

Unlike Roger, Brian is SO down to be helped and assisted and what have you.

He has an above the knee amputation on his left leg from when he was in a car accident as a kid. Those old cars were metal death traps.

ATKA, if you didn’t know, are a bit more difficult to deal with than BTKA (Below the knee amputation). Mobility is harder, comfort is harder. It’s something amputee’s struggle with still today, so one can imagine the plight Brian had way back then!

He gets a lot of rashes and blisters on his stump.Infections too. Back in the day, prosthetics weren’t even custom fitted! It wasn’t until the 70′s where medicine started to bring forth customization and lighter materials.

Which actually isn’t all that big of a problem for Brian, because he’s good at handy work. He’s good at fiddling with his prosthesis until it’s more comfortable. And when John joins the gang, even better. John’s not good with wood, but he knows his way around metal. And Brian’s the opposite. The perfect tag team!

When John’s still new to the band, he finds Brian one day, his pant leg rolled up, screw driver in hand, grumbling as he worked on his prosthesis which was not cooperating that morning. John always knew Brian walked funny, but assumed it was just a limp or frozen joint.

And perhaps most people would take the opportunity to gawk at Brian and his legless situation, but John, being John, zeroed in on the prosthesis itself.

“That hinge is falling apart, Brian,” he says, scaring the hell out of Brian who didn’t even see him standing there.

Brian, being Brian, grows all meek and tries to roll his pant leg down but John’s already kneeling by it, his eyes squinted as he inspects the knee joint.

“Uhh, so uh, about this...” Brian tries to explain but John waves him off. Instead of wanting an explanation, John asks for the screw driver. 5 minutes of fiddling and..it’s working again.

“Holy hell. I thought I’d have to sell a kidney to get this thing fixed,” Brian says as he stands up, leaning from side to side to test the stability of the leg. It’s still not perfect, but what an improvement!

John beams up at him and says, “If you come to my flat tonight, I can do even more.”

In that moment, Brian’s like, hmm...nice bass player and nice guy.

Brian does go over to John’s flat and John works further miracles. He oils up all the joints and tighten screws that Brian was too afraid to touch. All the while, Brian’s reclining on a sofa, chatting away because he does fancy hearing himself talk and John’s not much of a talker. But he’s a good listener. He’s smiling and giggling as he works while Brian tells him about everything, even about how he lost his leg. John doesn’t act like other people, making a show of their sadness over it. He just frowns a little bit before going back to working on the prosthesis. It’s actually refreshing.

It’s almost 12am when John’s done. Brian can’t stop thanking him. John’s like, it’s no big deal really! I don’t need money, haha. Just maybetakemeouttodinner? What, haha???

Brian totally hears that and is like, It’s a deal.

So, things progress from there, obviously. They’re a thing now, things are nice and steady, they eventually move in together. Brian was able to hide some things about himself from John, including his night routine. He wasn’t sure why he found it to be so embarrassing. It’s a very plain routine to do, but the thought of showing it to John gave him goosebumps.

One day he comes home exhausted. His stump was on fire and his hips and back ached. His prosthesis was on it’s final leg (pun intended). It was definitely time for an upgrade. But until he could scrounge up the money for a new one, he’d have to settle for moving around uncomfortably and incorrectly.

He gets home and wants to take the thing off, clean up and use his crutches. But everything hurt. He could hardly sit down, none the less hunch over to start the process. John’s looming around, wanting to help but not knowing how. He asks quietly, “Can I do something?”

And Brian practically groans, “Please.” No shame, no fear. Just get this thing off me, please!

He instructs John how to take off the belts that support the limb, sighing in relief when John slips it off. John makes a little gasp at all the rub burns and blisters, wanting to take care of them right then and there, but Brian says they’ll do that later.

First, they have to clean up his stump. John helps Brian over to the edge of the bathtub, careful to not aggravate his already throbbing hips. He runs warm water and lathers up the antimicrobial soap, gently covering Brian’s stump with it. Brian nose wrinkles at the cuts that are burning, but otherwise, it feels nice. Especially when John uses a warm towel to wipe up the soap. John drapes the warm towel over the stump, an attempt to help ease the blisters and bruises before running off to get the first aid kit.

Once dried, John goes to work putting ointments on cuts and popping blisters. This is kinda gross, for Brian at least, John being completely unfazed. John gets a handful of the antimicrobial lotion, rubbing it into the tired, red skin, even going out of his way to massage Brian’s stump. Brian seems to be enjoying it, as his eyes have closed, a tiny smile on his lips.

John finishes up by wrapping some areas with gauze and sits back onto the floor, asking, “How was my first go at this?”

“Wonderful, love. Wonderful,” Brian says, wondering why he was so embarrassed in the first place.

“You know, I can do this for you whenever you’re tired or just don’t want to do it. I don’t mind,” John says, his fingers running idly over Brian’s thoroughly pampered stump.

Brian just blushes and nods. Yes, please...

#breaky #brian #amputee!brian #Anonymous

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peterjakes · 5 years

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My Mad Fat Diary Fanfic - The Two Months - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - Two Old Friends

Writing this chapter made me realise how much easier it was to write a Chop x Archie piece lol. I still enjoyed writing this chapter but not so sure about it - let me know!

Also published on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20154688/chapters/47748709#workskin

Finn and Archie had been friends for a very long time. Yeah, Finn considered him his best mate. He loved the lad and would do anything for him. The two saw each other down the chippy and Archie wasn’t looking himself. Finn thought it odd, considering everything was sorted now. He suggested going for a chat. He and Archie weren’t the best at letting people know how they feel but that was something Archie said he wanted to change. Finn wasn’t so sure. He liked being a little closed off, a little secretive, even though this meant he seemed like a right grumpy sod to outsiders. This didn’t matter though, as long as the gang and Rae understood him. They were the only real ones that did, and he was thankful for that.

Everything that had happened recently, it taught him that everyone had stuff and sometimes they didn’t want to talk about it. But sometimes that’s actually what you need the most. The chats Finn has had with Rae since everything, they’ve been open, and they’ve become closer because of it. It was weird, Finn and Rae seemed to work just as well when they weren’t together. That’s what was so good about their relationship. They were best mates. Like him and Arch. With a slight difference of course.

Finn finished football practice - one of the only things he enjoyed now that he left college and moved out. During that period, it became harder to see everyone and he missed it. Last summer, the summer of ‘96… that was the best time of his life and he wanted to get that back. He didn’t have enough time to head back to his flat to change, Archie was probably already on his way. Archie had a tendency to be stupidly early. Finn packed his kit away and took a quick shower.

Walking past the pitch, he noticed the weather changing. It wasn’t cold anymore, the sun seemed to want to come out and be enjoyed by everyone but there was something holding it back. Finn walked past a young family on the seesaw and headed for the swings. This was his most used spot in the park. It’s where he and Archie had spent so many hours talking over the years. It’s where he and Rae had that chat. It’s where he’d taken himself to be alone and just think. He plonked down on the left swing, pulling out a cigarette and lighter from his denim jacket. He felt like he hadn’t had a proper smoke in ages, something he desperately needed. He pulled a drag and watch the smoke float away. Once it disappeared, there came walking Archie.

Archie was struggling, really struggling. It was strange, he didn’t think everything would be all fine and dandy, he didn’t think it would go back to normal. What even was normal? That definitely wasn’t Archie. It’s not like he was alone, everyone had their own shit to deal with. But everyone else seemed to be able to deal with it – or at least they could just hide it. Archie had kept his secret for so long, and at first the relief he felt was immense. But recently, it was as if he was still keeping something from everyone. And it was eating away at him, which was something he didn’t think he’d be able to cope with for much longer.

Finn was someone Archie wanted to confine in, but neither of the two boys could bring themselves to do it. That awful toxic masculinity. But there was this kind of unspoken agreement between the two, which was especially evident after Archie came out, that even if they didn’t say how they felt, they would back each other. Being friends for 12 years meant something, even if they didn’t tell each other that. Finn agreeing to meeting for a chat was music to Archie’s ears, neither were much talkers but Archie needed this – otherwise he felt like he’d explode.

Archie found Finn on the swings, he brushed down the swing before sitting down on it and turned to Finn, giving him a weak smile.

“Cheers for meeting, I…I really appreciate it, Finn.”

Finn could see Archie wasn’t right, no not that he wasn’t right, but it was obvious something was going on. Finn knew what it was like, not saying anything, not letting on, when in reality he was struggling to keep it together. That only happened a few times, one being when he and Rae first split. That was fucking hard. But like everyone else, he dealt with it. Wasn’t easy, but he kept going. That’s just what everyone had to do.

“It’s ‘lright, bud.” He offered Archie a cigarette, even though he knew Archie didn’t smoke, not seriously anyway. As expected, his friend waved it away, and started to fiddle with his specs. One of the many things he knew Archie did when he was nervous. For the first time, Finn felt an awkwardness between them. After 12 years of friendship, 12 years of playing football, mucking about down the rec, going down the pub. This feeling, it wasn’t nice. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted Archie to be happy, he was his best mate and only wanted the best for him. He got that things were going to be tough for a while, it wasn’t going to be all smiles and roses. Life wasn’t like that all the time. Everyone had stuff they had to fight to deal with. But Finn didn’t like seeing any of the gang like this, especially Archie.

“You seen Chopper? He’s being a right melt at the minute, honestly don’t know how to handle ‘im. Kept going on ‘bout how we all need to see each other. Works both ways though, donit.” He offered the boy beside him a reassuring smile and lit his second cigarette of the day. He knew he had to swerve the conversation to the real reason they were meeting. “Arch, I know something’s up, I can always tell ‘ya know.”

Archie hadn’t expected Finn to linger too much on filler conversation, wasn’t a great talent of his but he didn’t blame him. He liked that about Finn. There was never any bullshit with him. Archie knew Finn only offered him a cigarette to be polite, he really only smoked to fit in. It was stupid, really. Yeah, Finn looked cool doing it, but Archie could never really pull it off. He’d stick to playing football and reading. There wasn’t going to be anymore fakery from Archie, he knew he couldn’t do it much longer.

Archie laughed at the thought of Chop.

“That’s Chop, for ‘ya. Always thinking up something.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve been… Just been thinking about everything, ‘ya know? It’s just been a lot. I dunno, I’m being stupid really.” Archie laughed it off, it wasn’t as if anything serious was actually going on. But something did feel right, like there was a sort of disturbance in his life. It wasn’t how people were reacting to him, anyone who was originally bothered by him had kept their distance and everyone else, well, they had been brilliant. Better than he had ever thought they could be. College was much easier now; the gang was back together, and he could actually enjoy himself. Durham was in his sights. He didn’t like to brag, but it was likely he’d get in. His parents would be proud. He’d have the time of his life. But none of that seemed to matter, not in the last few days. Talking to Chop hadn’t helped, it distracted him for a few hours sure, but walking home he had time to think and he didn’t fancy that. He knew he’d had to stand up to his thoughts and feelings at some point.

Finn hated seeing anyone down, especially Archie. Only recently had everything seemed so hard. Finn also hated it when Archie just brushed off his problems, Finn wasn’t an idiot – he could tell when something was wrong, really wrong. And this seemed to be one of those times, but he didn’t want to force Archie. On the other hand, would have Archie agreed to meet up if he didn’t want to talk about it? Finn was never one for talking about things that didn’t matter. He didn’t say a lot. But when he did, he meant it.

“Arch, you can talk to meh, ya know. It’s ‘lright. Has summat happened? Whatever ‘ya thinking, s’not stupid. I promise.

Of course Finn was being ridiculously understanding. That’s what Finn did. That’s who Finn was. Archie couldn’t think of one time that Finn was unreasonable or when he’d judge you for your thoughts or actions. Finn just wasn’t the type.

“Nah, nothin’. Not really. It’s just me, isn’t it? Nothing’s ever easy is, it? It’s like Churchill said, ‘If you’re going through hell, keep going’, right. But how can you keep going when your body doesn’t want to?” Archie shook his head; he knew he wasn’t making any sense. All of his thoughts kept going around and around in his head, as if on a hamster wheel, but the minute he tried to articulate them they all seemed to disappear. This time, he wanted to tell Finn how he’d been feeling, he knew he would understand and try to help. But the words just didn’t want to form, not in the right way anyway. Archie rubbed under his nose, trying to figure out what to say. He didn’t exactly know what the problem was, or at least he hadn’t allowed himself to think about it properly to realise. He never wanted to burden Finn with his troubles, but he couldn’t do that without explaining properly what was wrong. He released himself from the right swing, feeling the cold wind on his fingertips and turned towards his Finn, who was looking slightly bemused.

“I know I’m not making sense. I’m… I’m just wasting your time, mate.”

No, Archie wasn’t making much sense in what he was saying but Finn could tell. He could always tell. There was something really bugging his friend beside him, something that Finn soon realised wasn’t just going to go away.

“Archie, just listen to meh for a minute, right. Don’t need to hear any Churchill bullocks. What is going on with ya? Ya haven’t just started being like this out of the blue, I’ve noticed, ya know. Just tell meh, please mate. It’ll be alright.”

“Churchill gave some great speeches ‘ya know.” Archie nodded at Finn, to which his friend smirked at, but this soon faltered back into the concerned look Finn always gave Archie when he thought something serious was wrong. Those puppy dog eyes, he knew how to use them, Archie would give him that. Archie wasn’t going to give him anything else. He didn’t know how to explain what was wrong. He felt like now everyone was back together, he should have felt happy. Felt fine. But that just wasn’t the case. And that’s why he felt weird. Out of place. Not quite right.

“I dunno, really. I feel like I have all of these feelings and thought inside my head and I…I just can’t get them out. Not properly. My mum, she said that I should talk to someone at college, about everything. All my revelations. Now that’s a load of bullocks. Nothing is really wrong. I guess…I dunno. Things are changing and, I’ve never been good with that, you know that.” Archie paused, allowing Finn to take it all in. His friend was nodding along to everything he was saying, but Archie highly doubted he understood anything. No one seemed to understand him. Even if Archie was being a bit dramatic.

“I just thought it would be a bit easier by now.”

“Things take time, Arch. I’m proud of you though, you handled everything with class. I’m sorry I ‘aven’t been there for ya recently, mate. I’ll make it up to ‘ya, scout’s honour” Finn gave Archie a twinkling smile, took one last drag and put out his cigarette. He got up and stood next to his old friend, patting on the back. He hadn’t been the greatest friend in the world to Archie, better than some, but definitely not the best.

“I know Chop mentioned Barney t’other day. Has this got anything to do with how ‘ya feeling? ‘Cos Chopper isn’t always the best when it comes to uncomfortable subjects. ‘ya know he didn’t mean it though. Everyone reacts differently, and he loves ‘ya to pieces. We all do.”

“Cheers, mate. That means a lot. But that doesn’t matter, not really.” Archie smiled to himself at Finn’s ‘scouts’ comment, Finn always knew how to lighten the mood when it was pretty low. He was always careful and serious, especially when it came to Archie, but he was still a joker.

Archie sat down on the patch of grass in front of the swings and motioned Finn to sit beside him, which his friend obeyed to.

“He didn’t say anything wrong; he was fine actually. Not something we say that often about him.” Chop’s heart was always in the right place, or at least it had been, but he wasn’t very good at navigating it.

“I just…I feel like I don’t how I’m gonna move forward, ya know? Got nothing to do with Chop or Barney, alright? Just struggling with everything, I guess.” This wasn’t completely untrue. He was struggling, Chop had actually made him feel better for a while and moving forward was something he was trying to do and wanted to do. But the mention of Barney, well, he had been thinking about him a little since the afternoon at the pub with Chop. He was a good kisser. He had something interesting to say. And he actually listened to Archie. He was good-looking too. They hadn’t spoken much, not since that night. Barney would appear in and out of their lives; like most of the lads, he didn’t go to college much, obviously had better things to do – unlike Archie, who was sitting here thinking about him and what he was doing, when Barney probably hadn’t even given Archie a second thought.

Archie didn’t know why he was struggling so much recently, but he did know that he couldn’t be like this forever. He needed to do something, and yeah, sometimes talking helps and he didn’t fault Finn for being a good mate and trying to help him figure it out. But maybe this wasn’t the way.

Finn wasn’t going to probe Archie to say more, their friendship wasn’t like that. He knew there was more to Archie’s problems, but if Archie wasn’t ready then Finn wasn’t going to push him. Finn would be there for him, he only knew too well that it sometimes takes time to come to terms with how you feel.

“You heard any more about Durham, then?” University was always a good subject to talk about with Archie, he could rant on for hours about how great the facilities were, how weird and wacky the lecturers were, what a great opportunity it would be for him. Finn knew this. He knew how to keep Archie’s mind off things, even if he didn’t know how to get Archie to open up properly.

Archie gave a small sigh with relief at the mention of university. This was Finn signalling that he wasn’t going to carry on asking, which Archie was grateful for.

“Mr Pens thinks I could do it, if I keep doing what I’m doing. Mum and Dad, that’s all their hoping for, to be honest. Don’t wanna bore ya with everything about the application and interview. You found a job yet?” Bore you. That’s all Archie seemed to be doing recently. Boring everyone with his stupid problems. Problems he didn’t understand himself.

“Chopper said he could get me some work in the garage, but, ya know that’s not what I wanna do.” Finn looked over at the park as he said this. What did he want to do? He wanted Archie to tell him what’s up, that’s what he really wanted but felt like today wasn’t going to be the day.

“You’ll get there mate, I know you will. Who knows, when I come back from uni you could be the richest DJ in Stamford, eh?”

“Course I will, don’t doubt it.” Finn gave Archie a small wink, which was very reminiscent of a Chop wink, one that the gang all knew too well.

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fearofaherobrine · 6 years

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Roleplay Server Log #378

"Baby Fru, Ominous Portents”

[Steve] Has gone to fetch a few things from Doc's disorganized trunks and stumbles upon Grinny pouting. He kneels down and speaks quietly- Hey there... you look kinda cold. Did you lose your sweater?

[Grinny] - Fuck off, I don't need anything!- He makes a quick swat at Steve

[Steve] Yikes! - Manages to pull away in time to only get slightly scratched- That stings! Why are you so angry all the time?

[Grinny] - Because I hate all of you! Especially humans!

[Steve] Oh. Is there anyone you don't hate?

[Grinny] - There are those I find less annoying, you are not included amongst those

[Steve] But you hardly know me. I haven't been mean to you.

[Grinny] - No, but you are human, and they are the worst

[Steve] That's not fair. You're a mean cat, but I don't think all cats are mean.

[Grinny] - You would think differently if you had been what I'd been through- He tries to slink away

[Steve] We've all had bad experiences. Hey... where are you going?

[Grinny] - Away from you!

[Steve] Would it help if I made you something?

[Grinny] - No

[Steve] Is scooting on the floor to keep Grinny in sight but not touching him - If you could have anything, what would you want? And don't say for me to fuck off and die, that's cheating.

[Grinny] -For all humans other than the ones I like to die

[Steve] Geeze.... I think I'd ask to be able to fly like Cp does. Just like.... hover. Without Elytra or anything.

[Grinny] - I'm sure he could give you the coding for it, now fuck off

[Steve] Can't I at least make you something to wear so you don't get cold?

[Grinny] - I'm fine

[Steve] Wait! Wait! I have a great idea! - He pulls out his needles and a ball of black yarn- just give me a minute. I bet you'll like it!

[Grinny] - No

[Steve] Is concentrating and counting stitches as he kits. - Please?

[Grinny] - Not happening

[Steve] But it's perfect! - He quickly finishes up the edges and holds it up. It's a black cat-sided sweater, but on the back, outlined in pixels, in the yarn is a very distinct hand giving the middle finger and the words 'I hate you'.

[Grinny] - Burn it

[Steve] Aw.... - He sets it down on the floor. Obviously a little bummed.

[Grinny] Starts trotting off-

[Steve] Would a flaming skull be better?

[Grinny] - I don't need anything!

[Steve] How about a knife with 'Die humans die?'

[Grinny] - Go away!

[Steve] Just kinda flops on the floor and the sweater gets sucked into Grinny's theft/inventory slot-

[Grinny] Hisses-

[Steve] meeh. 'Born to kick ass?' 'Kiss my Tail?'Maybe just 'Fuck off?'

[Grinny] - Stop bothering me!

[Steve] I bet I know what you'd like actually... to be bigger.

[Grinny] - No

[Steve] Rolls over on the carpet in defeat- Well then I'll spite you by liking you anyway. Just like Doc did with Cp.

[Grinny] - How about you don't

[Steve] You can't stop me. I love cats. I love you Grinny. You're a good kitty.

[Grinny] - I hate you, go away

[Steve] Nope. You're the best creepypasta cat there is.

[Grinny] Hisses and runs off-

[Steve] -Sighs-

[Yaunfen] Calls out over the chat - MOOOOOOOMMM!

[Deer] - I'm in the garden

[Yaunfen] Comes running outside with Waffles following and something in their hands- mom mom mom mom!

[Deer] - What is it? I'm right here

[Yaunfen] Huffing out of breath as Waffles circles them sniffing excitedly- I put down- accidently- I'm sorry- AND IT'S WIGGLING. - They're holding a very ugly brown egg with red, green and yellow flecks-

[Deer] - Is it something from the analyzer?

[Yaunfen] Fast nods-

-Lots of egg wiggles-

[Deer] - Well, what do you think needs to happen next?

[Yaunfen] Obviously has no idea- Fence? Food? SHOULD WE CALL ENDREA???

[Deer] - Well why don't we go inside first so we can keep a better eye on it and make a small enclosure for it in the lab

-Egg splits and gushes out a rather thick white gunk like donut icing-

[Yaunfen] FUCK.

[Deer] Moves quickly to catch whatever may be inside- Whoops

-It looks like a raptor, but with some small speckles like the egg and the head seems larger-

[Yaunfen] Helps her and the baby makes a high pitched squeeeeeee.

[Waffles] Very excited sniffing!

[Deer] - Yaunfen, go inside and get some fence materials and find your Mada

[Baby] Yawns big and it has loooots of teeth-

[Yaunfen] Takes off- Yes mom!

[Deer] Follows, moving carefully so as not to be hurt by the claws and teeth that the baby has-

[Doc] comes back from outside the server with a backpack just as Yaunfen barrels into them- Woah! I was only gone a few minutes. Didn't think I'd be missed that badly kiddo-

[Yaunfen] Baby! FCa saurus, something! Waffles bumped me.

[Doc] I think Waffles needs to be taught the sit command.

[Waffles] Blep.

[Deer] Comes up with the starting to struggle baby- Ah, there you are love, a little help here?

[Baby] Wiggles it's feet. It doesn't have the curved foot claw but three big claws instead- Squee?

[Doc] Eyes widen - Oh dear...

[Deer] - Yeah...

[Yaunfen] Am I in trouble?

[Deer] - No?

[Doc] It's just... gonna get big.

[Deer] - But maybe next time you should wait for Mada to be here when you get an animal from the analyzer?

[Yaunfen] Yes mom... I was gonna put it away...

[Doc] To be fair when Waffles head bumps it can knock you over if you aren't expecting it.

[Deer] - Then perhaps Waffles should be in another room when this goes on as well

[Yaunfen] Yes mom. But.... it is kinda neat isn't it?

[Doc] Is mouthing- I think it's a red-eye!

[Deer] - Uh... At the moment? Yes, later? I'm not so sure. This may end up getting really big

[Baby] Hungry squeak!

[Yaunfen] What do we feed it?

[Deer] - It's teeth suggest meat...

[Doc] But it's from the candy seed right? Sort of? It looks weird, Like.... not scaly.

[Deer] - Yaunfen, why don't you go find some meat for it while Mada and I build an enclosure

[Yaunfen] Candy meat or meat meat?

[Deer] - Candy

[Waffles] Busks Deerheart-

[Yaunfen] Yes mom! - Dashes off again-

[Doc] Well.... they've inherited a few things...

[Deer] - From which one of us?

[Doc] Both. In this case; my reckless curiousity, and your clumsiness.

[Baby] Wiggling limbs and tail moving around a bit too-

[Deer] Gives Doc a disapproving look- Enclosure building, now

[Doc] Yes dear. How about the playroom for the moment? Unless you want to call Cp. He kind of specializes in cavernous builds.

[Deer] - Anything for now, and let's hope this doesn't grow quickly

[Doc] Come on then, Yaunfen is probably searching the kitchen anyway. We'll take the tunnel.

[Deer] Motions for Doc to lead the way while she holds the squirming baby-

[Baby] Nips at her fingers in annoyance, it reaaaalllly wants down.

[Deer] - We should hurry

[Doc] Leads into the kitchen where Yaunfen is digging-

[Yaunfen] I got chocolate chickens?

[Doc] Lets get it in the pen first - heads down the tunnel-

[Deer] - Ow ow ow

[Doc] Runs ahead and starts dropping metal grate fences two high at the entrance to the room - Shame to ruin the vines, but better safe then sorry-

[Yaunfen] Shuts the door behind them -

[Waffles] Rolls on the carpet-

[Deer] - Is it safe?

[Doc] Yeah, put em down. They're small, they can't get too far.

[Deer] Leans over and lets it go-

[Baby] Makes a break for it to get away from Deerheart. It takes a few steps before getting distracted by the soft floor and kicking at the wool blocks in curiousity.

[Yaunfen] It digs like a chicken! - They put the chocolate chicken flesh on the floor.

[Doc] I read somewhere that dinosaurs are related.

[Deer] - I think this one will be a project for the whole family...

[Baby] Leaps on the food and rips it apart with it's jaws -

[Yaunfen] WHOAH.

[Doc] Yeaaah.

[Deer] - Let's leave it to get settled

[Yaunfen] Mom?

[Deer] - Yes?

[Yaunfen] Thinks deeply for a moment. - Can we name them Fru?

[Doc] Shrugs-

[Deer] - Sure, why not

[Fru] Very tiny little roar.

[Deer] - Come on, I need to tend to my fingers. Fru has very sharp teeth

[Yaunfen] Sorry mom.

[Doc] I'll get you some of the cooling slime - Leads her outside - Please be careful Yaunfen.

[Yaunfen] Yes mada.

[Deer] - And perhaps slow down on the number of pets your getting

[Yaunfen] Nods as Deerheart is led away-

[Doc] Hugs her shoulder- Things could be worse I suppose.

[Deer] - True, but I think I'll be a bit relieved if they ever end up with a more normal pet, Plus things are going to get very busy soon with everyone helping with Lie's baby...

[Doc] I was going to say worse like you driving me to make cheese day and night in an insatible cycle of smelliness.

[Deer] - Oh gods, never!

[Doc] Helps her inside and to a trunk in the breakroom facing the map. They pull out a big jar of healing/cooling slime and open it - Just stick your hands in it. They really tore you up, my poor Deerheart. -Kisses her forehead-

[Deer] Slips her hands in, sighing in relief-

[Doc] Sits down next to her- Soooo... how was your day?

[Yster] Sighs as they row the little boat back to shore- I guess we should be getting back.....

[Locklear] - Well, I wouldn't want you to miss your boss' reaction to finding that one mob fixed

[Yster] Yeah, I had fun though. A working holiday. Shall we head out through the office and take a walk home?

[Locklear] - That sounds lovely

[Yster] -in chat- Is there anyone near the bar who can make a portal irl?

[BEN] - Yeah? I'm at the library?

[Yster] Heads up the hill and motions Locklear to follow-

[BEN] Is floating around trying to find some appropriate books for Hyrule-

[Locklear] Whispering to Yster- I will completely understand if you wish to burn some candles when we get home

[Yster] I think it'll be okay.

[Locklear] - You never lived with him

[Yster] Any chance you can let us out in the Mojang office? I have some news for Jeb before I go home. He tends to work late.

[BEN] - Sure, whatever. Hey Locklear- He creates an opening

[Locklear] - BENJAMIN

[Yster] Gives him a polite nod - Thank you. Hope your family is well.

[BEN] - Yeah, Hyrules learning fast, still not much of a talker though

[Yster] He's playing the silent protagonist I guess. If he's reading that's good at least. And he might suprise you later. Kids are funny like that.

[Locklear] - Yes well we should be going, it can't be good to leave these portals open for to long

[Yster] Passes through with a friendly wave for BEN. -

- /Player Yster and player Locklear have left the server/ -

-Little bit of time passes. -

[Notch] Knocks on Lie's door. -

[CN] Answers the door- Hello?

[Notch] Is trying not to smile and holding his phone in one hand. - I answered the phone but the call is for Cp. Is he around?

[CN] - I think he's making some food for Lie... And me- Steps aside so Notch can pass

[Notch] Thank you. - He walks into the kitchen - Cp? Phone call for you. - holds out the phone-

[CP] - About what!?- There's a slight burning smell coming from the furnace in front of him

[Notch] He wants me to give you the phone so you can talk privately, for some fucking reason.

[CP] Sighs in irritation and takes the phone- Fucking Nether what the fuck do you want?

[Notch] A bit too loud- I'm leaving? You happy now? - Goes back out of the room-

[Jeb] Hey.... is this a bad time?

[CP] - What the fuck do you want?

[Jeb] I saw what you did on the phantom coding, it's really something else entirely. Genius really.

[CP] - Is there a point to this?

[Jeb] I was wondering if you'd kinda... maybe... do you want a job?!?

[CP] - No

[Jeb] But you'd have extra money, for the baby and stuff? And you'd have a say in the updates!

[CP] - I already have plenty of money, Slender is fucking loaded and I have his card. And now that you know I can come out there and personally threaten you I doubt you'll do anything that would piss us off

[Jeb] It has nothing to do with pissing you off! You'd have input when we discuss future features. And we have this codename Markus and I used to use for when it was just the two of us and we wanted to make the company look bigger. You could be Junkboy, and take credit for everything we've done in the past under that name as well as whatever you come up with in the future.

[CP] - No... Shit!- There is now black smoke coming out of the furnace and CP lunges to pull the food out

[Jeb] I could... add you in on the next bunch of patch notes. I'm sure the community would go crazy on the internet....

[CP] - Oh joy, then we'd have a bunch of summoners going off everywhere

[Jeb] I'm just throwing out ideas! Isn't there anything I could offer you? We'd been working on some of those coding problems all week!

[CP] - Nope

[Jeb] Arrrrrrrrgh. But wait.... don't you want the summoners to go off?

[CP] - I'm going to be busy, I won't want that sort of distraction

[Jeb] But... Cp!

[CP] Is walking now and see's Notch and just throws the phone at his father and goes back to trying to make dinner-

[Notch] Is bonked in the head with the phone and the chain chomp steals it and bounces away before he can fully recover- Hey!

-Late that night-

[Zeke] Is laying in bed with Arden, it's very quiet and both of them are dozing comfortably.

[Arden] Opens one eye - So... when were you going to tell me?

[Zeke] That I'm a giant tentacle monster? I wasn't sure when would be a good time to bring that up in casual conversation. - He hesitates - Does it... bother you?

[Areden] I don't know... I'm still in love with you though. But I don't think I'm ready to make love... like that... just yet. I mean, if it's even possible. You won't like, lay eggs in my chest or something right?

[Zeke] I would never! -pauses- And who says I lay eggs??? That's not true at all!

-There's a bit of a rumble as it starts to storm outside. The crashes of thunder can be heard even in the bowels of the castle-

[Steve] Looks up from his spot in the warm bath- Sounds like tomorrow will be a good day to stay home huh?

[TLOT] Blinks sleeply from his own spot in the lava tub. He's leaning on the railing and his eyes slide open slow like a cat. He's feeling the changes in the air, both real and psychic. - We may not have a choice... I think, it's almost time.

[Steve] Really??? Now I'm excited.

[TLOT] This will be... interesting.

[Yaunfen] Pads up into Doc and Deerheart's room- mada... mom? I know I'm too old for this... but...

[Doc] Wakes up - Are you okay?

[Yaunfen] I had a bad dream.

[Deer] - Oh sweetheart, come here

[Yaunfen] Crawls gratefully into the bed and snuggles down-

[Doc] Wraps hir robe a bit closer and snuggles them both as the rain pours down on the skylight above.

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[EAlex] Is playing solitare on Licht's computer [literally moving the cards around] - Hey Licht... Licht?

[Licht] - Yeah?

[EAlex] When do you think we'll have time to visit the server again?

[Licht] - Do you want to? I do have Doc's number

[EAlex] We should go... not just yet, but very soon.... I can feel... something odd happening.

[Polybius] Is rudely plugged into an internet jack while everyone else is eating dinner. He's basically just spaced out at the table next to Slenders left side. His screen flashing random colors as he daydreams.

[Sally] Is playing with her mashed potatoes, making mountains and valley's while the others at the table talk with each other-

[Slender] Is deep in conversation with Offender at the moment-

[Polybius] Tenses visibly as his conciousness picks up on something odd-

[Slender] - Polybius? Is everything alright?

[Polybius] Opens two eyes on his screen as the background fades to a half black and half white design. His eyes narrow in suspicion, and his gaze flicks to Offender- Hmm.... - He's obviously listening for something the others can't pick up on.

[Offender] - You pick up some good porn or something?

[Polybius] Feigns ignorance, but Offender picks up on the subtext. - Vibrations.... Probably Herobrine doing something stupid again.

[Offender] Chuckles-

[Slender] - Anything I may need to clean up?

[Polybius] Exchanges a look with Offender that speaks volumes- Oh no. It's his mess to deal with. I wouldn't worry about it...

[Slender] - Very well

[Sweet Alex] Knocks softly on Notch's door, it's pouring rain but she's carrying a shield over her head to funnel most of it off-

[Notch] Opens the door in just his pants, it's still dark outside- Alex! Come inside, you're gonna get soaked. What are you doing out here so late?

[Flux] Comes out of the bedroom to see what's going on- Alex?

[Sweet Alex] Hello Flux. I came to tell you something important...

[Flux] - What is it?

[Sweet Alex] I was so excited I couldn't sleep. I wanted to be here. Even if it meant getting rained on and running from mobs. Me and Croca have been meditating, you know, trying to get in tune with the server right?

[Flux] - Oh dear

[Notch] What are you saying Alex?

[Sweet Alex] Notch... it's time.

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k-renne · 7 years

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PRIDE • KISS IT BETTER • MASTERLIST

by: @kylo-renne + @kyloholic

Summary: Everybody loves him, he’s the most up and coming Jedi Knight, and Ben Solo reigns supreme. But he has many vices, and with you as his new competition they will begin to show. Quickly, you become a threat to his reputation, and you will not back down. Eventually, something’s got to give.

Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: Ahhh it’s finally here! This is a long time coming, and we worked hard to create this together. It was really fun to make, so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as we have.

Today was the day, the first day of your training at the Jedi temple. To say you were nervous was an understatement, you were terrified. You didn’t really know anyone there and it was your first time living this far from home. Still, you looked forward to your new life. Being force sensitive wasn’t very common these days, especially to your extent. You were excited to know that you’d be on the same plane as the legends you grew up hearing stories about.

You didn’t get to meet Luke Skywalker last time, instead you met his nephew, Ben. Thinking about him made your heart rate speed up, he was just so handsome. Ben had given you a tour around the temple, telling you all the fun stuff that went on there and quelling your worries about training. He was nice and that was one of the main reasons you made your decision to leave everything you knew behind.

Better yet, he had even said that you had natural talent, after going through some placement tests to see where your abilities were at.

Ben could feel that your force sensitivity was so strong that it budded against him, and it made him all the more uncomfortable talking to a pretty girl like you. But at the same time your potential was exciting, it was a new challenge for him to tackle. He felt like he was easily the top Jedi there besides Luke, maybe even better as he was on his way to become a Master. He hoped to train you, with your power maybe he’d finally have someone decent enough to spar with.

You had never met someone so sweet so uncharacteristically endearing and to say it made your heart flutter was an understatement. If there were more Jedi’s like Ben Solo, then you certainly wanted to become one. Giddiness filled you when you’re parents announced that you were arriving, and you looked in awe as you entered the atmosphere. This system was quite a ways away from home, but it was lush and beautiful. A hidden gem amongst the stars, you wondered how Luke discovered it.

You were greeted by the legend himself, Luke Skywalker, and after saying teary goodbyes to you’re family you stepped into the entrance of your new home. It was certainly spacious, rooms dedicated to training, meditation, and teachings for all ages and levels. Some of the kids were pretty young too, almost swarming around you and Luke, “Master Luke! Master Luke!”

“Can you please teach us today?” They asked, it was obvious that Luke was well loved by his students.

“Not today, but I’m sure Ben is free,” He suggested, pointing to his nephew across the room. “Younglings,” He chuckled as he watched them run over to his nephew. Ben greeted the children warmly, kneeling to meet their level. You couldn’t help but smile at the adorable sight before you, it was almost perfect.

Luke showed you where you would be living, handing you a key, and left you with some other girls who greeted you, as Mihn, Kit, and Aayla, who were all around your age. “I’m Y/n, you introduced yourself.”

“Do you want to see your room?” Aayla asked. You nodded eagerly, and you showed you the way. It wasn’t very big, but it was yours. It had some basic furniture and a nice view from your window of the mountainside. You plopped down on the bed, excited to make this room your own. “Need a hand unpacking?” They ask. You’re stuff had already been sent here, packed neatly in boxes.

“Thank you, but I think I can manage.” You smile. They ask you to go to dinner with them later and you agree with a smile, looking forward to getting to know them better. Excitement had filled your veins as you began to unpack, placing things on the small shelves on the wall along with little frames on your nightstand. It felt more like a dream than reality, the fact that you were actually training to become a Jedi felt so surreal to you.

After a good hour or so unpacking the boxes that were once stacked and stuffed, you plopped onto the small bed and took in a deep breath, eyeing the now decorated room. This was now your home--your new home planet. The thought of living with nothing but people--and other beings--who shared the same quality as you was rather pleasing. Especially when no one would judge you for what you were capable of.

Hearing a knock on the door, one with a sort of beat, you instantly stood up. Walking over and answering it, you saw the three familiar faces of Mihn, Kit and Aayla. “Are you ready?” Mihn asked with a sweet smile, you nodding and walking out of your room. The entire walk to the cafeteria was nice, seeing a few things you had seen the first time you had a tour--along with things you hadn’t remembered.

From a far, Ben stood proudly, holding his lightsaber and wielding it around. Twirling it in his hold and showing off some moves that had clearly impressed his peers, the four boys (along with a few gawking girls clapped). In the midst of showing off, Ben came to a sudden stop as his lightsaber nearly slipped from his grip. Furrowing his eyebrows, he felt a harsh bud in the Force, rubbing against him. Shaking it off, Ben continued with his fighting stances, only to stop once again. “Ben, what’s wrong?” One of the boys, Jax, asked with a confusing look.

“N-nothing…” Ben muttered, but the budding wouldn’t cease. It was ringing in his ears and it grew uncomfortable to feel. It was so very strong, almost stronger than that of Luke’s. Shaking his head, Ben swallowed, focusing on his own Force rather than the unknown one that couldn’t seem to stop bothering him. “It’s nothing.” He shrugged with a fake grin, acting as if he were fine.

Caught up in a conversation as the three girls had told you about what it’s like to train and to live in a temple amongst Jedi, your attention got caught by a familiar brunet. The tall, young man who had been surrounded by a small crowd, wheeling his crossguard lightsaber. Seeing the way the blue hue glowed against him as he twirled it and fought thin air, you nearly gawked. You hadn’t seen him in so long, but you knew who it was. Ben Solo.

“You’ve got your eye on Ben?” Aayla asked, you perking up, head shooting in her direction.

“I-”

“It’s okay, nearly everyone does.” She chuckled, the other two girls agreeing. “Well, except for one.” Narrowing your eyebrows, you pondered. Who wouldn’t like Ben? He seemed like the epitome of the perfect Jedi. “His cousin.”

“His cousin?” You questioned. How did you not know that Luke had a child? “Where...who is his cousin?” You curiously asked.

“Rey? You’ve never met Rey?” Kit asked, you shaking your head. “She’s a few years younger than us, she’s Luke’s daughter. One of the best Jedi there is...not just for her age.”

“Some say she’s better than Ben.” Mihn teased.

“Someone...better than Ben?” You nearly mumbled. “Is that...possible?” Erupting in a laughter, the three girls tried calming themselves down, you looking in confusion. “I?”

“Of course no one is better than Ben, but Rey is almost at that level.” Aayla shrugged. “Who knows, maybe you’ll be better than Ben.” She winked as you blushed the slightest.

“I highly doubt that, I mean, Ben is Ben. He’s a descendant to a Skywalker. It seems nearly impossible.” You shook your head as the four of you continued on walking.

“Anything is possible, y/n.” Kit pointed. “You never know.”

“Just give yourself some time, you haven’t even started. For all we know, you’re going to be the best.” Mihn smiled as you lightly smiled back.

“Your Force is strong, too. I can feel it and I’m sure everyone else can. Well, you learn how to...mute it, if you must. If you pay attention to everyone’s Force, you grow crazy.” Aayla laughed as your eyebrows lifted. “Again, give it some time. You will learn.”

Sucking in a breath, the four of you moved to the cafeteria, getting your food before finding a table to sit at. During the small time you spent with them eating, you found yourselves talking about the daily routines, what sort of training you start with amongst a good number of other things. “So, Ben…” Aayla spoke up.

Feeling your cheeks heat up, your head lifted from looking down at your nearly empty tray. “Wh-what about him?” You asked, the redness on your cheeks becoming more and more obvious.

“You like him, don’t you?” Kit asked, your eyes growing wide in size as you sat up straight. “Oh, so you do-”

“N-no! No, I don’t.” You shook your head, but the three girls beg to differ.

“It’s okay. It’s safe to say we like him, too.” Mihn said with a grin.

“I...I don’t know Ben all that well to say I do like him…” You pointed out, scratching the top of your head.

“Well, what’s not to like?” Aayla said. “He’s charming. His hair is beautiful, almost like a prince.”

“He is a prince, technically speaking.” Kit pointed out. “He’s got the hair from his mother and grandmother.”

“Oh, right!” Aayla nodded. “Well, there’s his height. He’s past six foot, almost six five?”

“No, six-three.” Mihn corrected.

“You would know.” Kit laughed as you sat there, quietly thinking about Ben and how they were right. He was tall and did have gorgeous hair. “How about his nose? It’s so...imperial.”

“Haha, funny.” Mihn rolled her eyes. “He’s got the cutest beauty marks-”

“His smile! His smile is absolutely to die for!” Aayla exclaimed, you finding yourself sinking deeper and deeper into your seat--and your feelings.

“He’s so charming. A smooth talker. He’s so talented! No one defeats him, not even master Luke!” Mihn added.

“Oh, and he may be the first Jedi to become a master under Luke’s wing. He’s really dying to have his own padawan...maybe you’ll be it?” Kit shrugged as you could hardly breathe. Your heart was beating faster than it had ever. You had never liked--nor seen--a man like Ben Solo.

“Okay, I think that’s enough about him.” You said, taking in a deep breath.

“Why? Are you flustered?” Aayla wiggled her brows as you nearly hiccuped.

“No…” You clearly lied.

“It’s okay if you are, there’s no lie in saying that you like him. It’s obvious.” She shrugged as you sighed.

“I d-” Cutting yourself off, you gave up, there was no use in lying even more when your face begged to differ. “Forget it…” You sighed.

“I think it’s time to call it a day, I’m tired.” Mihn yawned.

“Y-yeah, I’m tired.” You nodded, wanting nothing more than to hide your face from all the blushing.

“Alright, well, we should head back to our rooms.” Aayla said, the four of you standing up. “It was nice meeting you.” She smiled.

“Thank you guys for helping me.” You smiled back. “Sleep well.” With a wave, you turned around and walked back to your room. It was safe to say your first day went better than expected.

But Ben Solo, you couldn’t stop thinking about him as you were falling asleep. The girls comments repeated in your mind and you felt yourself becoming flustered once more. He was just so perfect, it made your heart ache. You smiled thinking what it would be like to train under him, he was the best after all.

The next day Ben woke up earlier than usual to meet with Luke, a new student had just arrived and it was just the perfect opportunity to ask. He had plenty of experience in teaching the younglings, and he was ready to take another challenge. Anyways, how could he become a Jedi Master without a padawan?

“Uncle Luke,” He gently tapped him on the shoulder. Luke wouldn’t be happy to have his morning meditation be interrupted, but this was important. Of course, he blocks out his nephew as this was not a time to be distracted. He always thought meditation was the most important part of the day, Ben knew this too yet he still decided to disturb him.

“Look, this is important. There’s a new student, and I want to train them. I’ve heard they are strong in the force.” Ben sat across from Luke.

Luke sighed, not this again. He should know his answer by now. “No,” He stated simply.

“But Uncle Luke-” Ben whined.

“I said no,” Luke repeated, more assertively this time. “You’re not ready for her,” He added. Ben flared his nostrils, he should’ve known his Uncle would give this response, stubborn old man. “And I heard that,” Luke shakes his head.

“I am ready for her-wait...the student is a girl?” Ben had never even considered that possible, for some reason he had clearly pictured them as a guy.

“Yes, and she needs someone with a lot more experience for her time here to be worth while.” Luke explains. Someone with so much potential needed a good teacher, and frankly Ben’s teaching skills were lacking. He still had too much Anakin in him and he didn’t want to risk your training like that.

Ben’s pride is insulted, and has to stop himself from lashing out in anger which would only make things worse. But he knows he can do it, he could train you despite what Luke said. He walks away defeated, his patience tested as his goals faced yet another setback. Someday though, he’d be a great Jedi Master and people would remember his name for many years after. He wanted it to be clear that he was more than just the son of Leia and Han Solo.

The next morning had come rather swiftly, your veins were pumping with anticipation as you had woken up rather early. You didn’t want to be late for your first true day in the temple. The many possibilities of the day’s events were storming your mind: were you going to train? Were you going to meditate? Maybe you were going to test out your skills with a staff? The endless possibilities kept you wired the entire time you got ready.

There was a small skip to your walk on the way to the main hall where you’d be greeted by Luke who’d start with introductions and so forth. For now, you were the only new padawan, being set behind from everyone else. But, you didn’t mind. This meant more attention for you...more time to perfect your skills to become one of the greatest. Or, at least to be a damn good Jedi.

Walking along the long halls and approaching the main, your footsteps became lighter as your pace grew slower. “Good morning, padawan y/n.” Hearing Luke speak as his back had been facing you, he turned around, greeting you with a warm smile.

Bowing your head, you tried hiding your excitement. “Good morning, master Luke.”

“We will keep things simple for a few days, testing out your level of skill with the Force and combat, then we will work from there.” He spoke as you nodded. “Today, we will deal with the Force. Simple processes: levitating objects, making them rise and lower through rings, avoiding objects, an overall control.” Luke stated as you stood stall, nodding once again. “Nothing to be nervous about, I am sure you can do it.” Walking over to you as he waved a hand, a few holographic rings appeared.

“Okay.” You took in a deep breath, eyeing the rings.

“Before we begin, I’d like to introduce you to someone.” Luke raised a hand, as if presenting something--someone--behind you. You hadn’t noticed there was someone as your focus was set on your own breathing and the fact that this was all very real. “Y/n, I am sure you must’ve met him before, or at least seen him around.”

Hearing footsteps near you as a new presence was sensed, you turned, heart instantly lodging up your throat as you recognized that face--that hair, that height...that aura. Gulping, frozen in your, you slowly nodded. Ben wore a strong grin, a smirk if you must, on his face. He held himself high, long strides with his back straight, robe bellowing. “Master Luke.” Ben bowed his head, coming to a stop as his head turned over to you. “You must be the new padawan.” He spoke, your heart coming to a stop along with your breathing.

He was studying you, it was a given, almost as if he had never seen you before. Did he not remember you? It’s no surprise, there were other people on the tour, you assured yourself, swallowing once again. You tried your best to calm your nerves, not wanting to seem like a complete fool. But you were strong with the Force, strong enough for yours to interrupt Ben’s to the point he couldn’t seem to ignore. And he knew you were strong. He just wanted to know how strong. “Y-yes.” You cleared your throat, nodding.

“This is Jedi knight Ben.” Luke introduced as Ben eyed you, taking in everything about you--solely, your Force. That seemed to be the most important thing than anything else...even if you were rather pretty. “Ben, this is padawan y/n.”

“It’s an honor to meet you.” Sticking your hand out, you sucked in a breath. It wasn’t like this was the first time you had met him, but you didn’t want to come off as rude and say it.

“Likewise…” He lowly spoke, hand engulfing your own and shaking it. You could feel the shivers crawling up your spine as your body wanted to tremble. To feel his hand against your own...his skin, it made your insides turn.

“Well, let’s get started.” Luke said, you carefully sliding your hand from Ben’s as the two of you kept contact, only for you to look away as you turned around. “Like I said, very simple tasks. You want to get the rock through the hoops, a simple test in your ability to gently levitate and land objects.” Luke explained as you nodded. “Take in deep breaths and focus on the object.”

Nodding once again, you did so. Eyeing the rock, you took in a deep breath and put all your focus on the rock--which nearly seemed impossible when all you could do was think about Ben. You can do this, focus on the rock...solely on the rock, nothing else. It’s a simple task, nothing risky. This isn’t life or death. You’ve done this before back at home. Just levitate the rock. Shutting your eyes momentarily as you let out a slow, deep breath, you reopened them. The rock trembled, shaking against the ground before it slowly levitated, your hand extending out as it slowly lifted itself up.

Watching how easy the task was for you, rising and lowering the object as if it were nothing within the hoops, Ben crossed his arms. He had to keep an eye on you. Usually, even if claimed to be easy, most Padawans found levitation rather difficult. But, with you, on your first try...you did it.

“Wonderful, let’s try avoiding these blocks.” Luke lifted a hand, holographic blocks appearing and moving at different rates. “Like before, focus on the object and the Force.”

Taking in a breath, you had done just that. The rock moved quickly and slowly within the shifting blocks, avoiding every single one of them without failing once. For someone's first day, you were doing above the expected.

Continuing on with the tests, Ben found his muscles more and more. The more you proved yourself, the more irritated he had grown. He could remember his first day and you had been doing far better than he was. And he was supposed to be the best of the best--even better than Luke.

“Absolutely wonderful, y/n, you continue to outdo yourself.” Luke praised as you blushed, you wondered if Ben felt the same. “What do you think, Ben?” Luke asked, looking over.

“Like you said...wonderful.” He spoke through gritted teeth, the hands on his upper arms tightening. Luke was praising you more than Ben had expected--and he wasn’t having it.

Going on with your trials, Ben was nearly boiling in his spot. He was seething. He was jealous. He was supposed to be the best there was. No one was supposed to be better than him. Yet, here you were, doing far better than how he had the first time he had ever trained.

“Alright, I think that’s enough. We can move on-”

“What?!” Ben nearly snapped, Luke looking over with narrowed brows as you then eyed Ben.

“Well, she’s proven that this is just childsplay to her. She can move on to more.” Luke stated as you quietly stood there.

“A-already? This is her first day. These trials took me three days, Luke-”

“Ben.” Luke warned. “She is beyond advanced, the Force is clearly with her. If I see the potential, I am advancing her.”

“But-”

“Ben, I think it’s best you excuse yourself. I think it’s best we keep her in a stress free environment.” Luke calmly spoke, although commanding.

Taking in a deep breath, he looked at you for a moment, you completely missing the fact that there was a hint of anger in his eyes, simply smiling at him as he only turned around and stormed off. You didn’t think much of it, possibly why the next few hours went by swiftly.

It was lunch time, and you dreaded going to the cafeteria by yourself. Because you were busy going over some things with Master Luke, you had missed the time your friends said they’d be there. When you opened the door your eyes scanned the room, just hoping for a familiar face. You weren’t brave enough to sit with a random person, and were too self conscious to be the only person sitting by yourself.

You decided to get your food first, taking the time to look for somewhere. Your eyes lit up when you saw a familiar face, Ben. The table looked a little full and they were all in the middle of eating but you didn’t think he’d say no, they seemed friendly enough and they were all laughing about something Ben said. Mustering your confidence you walk over here, “Hey do you guys mind if I sit here?” You ask as politely as possible.

Ben is the one to reply, looking over at his friends before looking back at you. “Uh yeah, sorry we don’t have any room,” He shrugs. You stand there in shock that he would say something so rude to you, wondering if he meant to be so hurtful. Humiliated, you take your food and leave the cafeteria, deciding to find someplace outside to eat.

You don’t feel as bad when you see a girl on the steps eating her lunch, and you decide to sit nearby her. She looks over at you, chewing a big bite of bread in her mouth. “Are you new?”

“Yeah, I just got here yesterday. I’m Y/n by the way,” You introduce yourself.

“Rey,” She sticks her hand out and you shake it, remembering that she was Ben’s cousin.

She looks over you again, a question clearly in her eyes, “I’m guessing you’re eating outside because you don’t know many people yet.”

“Yeah well I tried to sit with Ben but he said his table was too full,” You roll your eyes. That was a silly excuse, you knew they could have easily made room for you.

“I’m sorry, my cousin can be such a jerk,” Rey scoffs.

“Really? Everyone seems to love him.” You were surprised to hear that from her.

“That’s because he’s a show off,” She shakes her head. She knew her cousin, he was cocky and a little full of himself. He needed someone to take him down a notch, she’d do it herself but Ben wouldn’t dare spar with her after that time she beat him.

“Yeah I guess I can see that.”

“Trust me, you will just watch out,” She warns you.

Slowly nodding your head, you took in a deep breath. You couldn’t help but ponder over Rey’s words: you will, just watch out. It almost made you chill, as if Ben really wasn’t the man everyone set him to be. Quietly munching on your food, not wanting to rush through although you wanted to get back to Luke more than anything, Rey spoke up again, catching your attention.

“You like him.” She said, you nearly choking on your bread, swallowing hard. “Don’t act surprise, almost everyone here has a crush on him. And, so do you.”

“H-how do you...know?” You quietly spoke.

“I just do.” She shrugged, nearly chugging the contents she had in a silver container--almost like a bottle of some sort. Eyeing her confused, Rey’s eyes shifted to you, only to turn her head. “By the way your Force is rubbing against mine, you’re disappointed in the fact Ben embarrassed you like that.”

Blinking, your cheeks burned. “Oh…”

“Coming from his own cousin, he isn’t worth it. Believe me, you don’t want to be with the guy everyone wants.” She spoke, drinking from her bottle once again as you slowly nodded.

A part of you--a very big part--believed in her. And it was frightening. You didn’t want to think he was a bad guy, but it almost seemed too good to be true. He couldn’t be all that perfect, he must’ve had flaws...and a part of you was afraid of unraveling them.

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suicidals anonymous // chapter 1

warnings: swearing, drinking, vulgarity., mentions of death and attempted suicide. not edited as good, sorry about that. notes/disclaimer: this fic is set in the philippines (my home country). there will be some tagalog words but i will be translating them and hopefully i don’t miss anything. this is actually a novel that i’m hoping will be published one day. this is one of three that i’m working on atm. summary: university student kitty is back to attending her suicidals anonymous meetings. and she also has a secret admirer (signed as “dog lover”) she talks to pretty much everyday. her older brother wes wants her to end things. but her other best friend, cassie, has 4 prime suspects: cirian “wolf” (her brother’s best friend), duke (her childhood friend), baste (her crush and Duke’s twin brother), and tom (her sa mate). chapter summary: for her older brother, a secret admirer isn’t always a good thing but kitty’s not having any of that, and he also thinks it’s time to go back to her sa meetings

Dog Lover: Did you get the flowers I sent you?

The ding of that message in Kitty’s phone startled her. She was in her room, supposedly doing homework, but she was staring off into space instead. Usually, the message notifications don’t bother her, in fact, she gets excited when she hears them. Lately, she’s been texting with that one person back and forth for the past few weeks.

She reached for her phone just a few inches away from her book and smiled as she saw the text. Immediately, she replied.

Kitty Langit: They were very lovely. Thank you.

Dog Lover: Aren’t those your favorite?

Kitty Langit: I don’t think I ever told you what my favorite is. Dog Lover: Because you have a lot. I chose the big gerberas especially because I know they’re your number one fave. Kitty Langit: Then goes the white and pink roses with three sunflowers. Dog Lover: I’m glad you like them.

Kitty smiled. Her heart fluttered. This guy really knew her yet, she didn’t have a clue as to who he was.

Kitty Langit: I have to do some homework. :(

Dog Lover: Aww :( I was hoping we could chat some more. Kitty Langit: Tell you what, I’ll finish my papers and message you when I’m done. Dog Lover: Sounds like a plan. Just ring when you need me. Kitty Langit: Haha. You any good at philosophy? Dog Lover: …no. Kitty Langit: :P I’ll message you later, oki? Dog Lover: I love you. Kitty Langit: Oh please. :P

Kitty skimmed through her book and quickly wrote down her thoughts. Philosophy was not one of her strong subjects so thankfully she only had one class of that her whole university life. Math came and went; now that was one of her strong subjects. She loved analyzing numbers and solving problems. English and Literature were so-so. She liked the subjects but not to a great extent. She did love reading Smaller and Smaller Circles in her Lit class.

She closed her book after reading a few chapters, leaned on her chair and sighed. “Done,” she murmured. Glancing at the clock, she grinned when she realized that it only took her about two hours to finish everything.

Quickly, she fixed her desk and placed everything she needed in her bag that she had to bring the next day. She had hoped that her mystery admirer messaged her without her noticing but she had no new message and she heaved a sigh of slight disappointment.

She knew she should not feel so entitled just because she had an admirer. On lonely days, she would be the first to message them, then regret it as soon as she did. Luckily, her admirer would reply with an “I was just thinking about you” or “I was going to message you in awhile” and all those other comforting one-liners…but who knows when he’ll begin realizing that she isn’t worth it.

Sighing, she flopped down on her bed and raised her phone up to her face, waiting. She knew she should be the one to message first, she was the one who had to go earlier. But she was scared. She didn’t want to annoy him or anything. What if he was busy studying or working? He had told her that he was a working student. And he assured her that he was a ‘he’; not that she had a problem if he were a ‘she’.

Finally, she gave a firm nod to herself and opened her texts. She quickly typed a short “Hello :)” and sent it but quickly regretting that she initiated it. In less than a minute, she got a reply from him.

Dog Lover: Hey! You done with homework? Kitty Langit: Yeah. Wasn’t as difficult as I thought. You studying or working? Dog Lover: Neither. Not on shift and I was studying while you were, too. Kitty Langit: Fuck, did I disturb you? Dog Lover: You know as much as I do that you are never ever a disturbance to me. Kitty Langit: You really know how to make a girl feel good, know that?

Then there goes that feeling of a pit in her stomach again. He was probably doing this to other girls, too. She can just feel it.

Dog Lover: ;) I’ve been told I’m a smooth talker.

She doesn’t respond.

Dog Lover: Shit. I didn’t mean it that way. Kitty Langit: Haha. It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Dog Lover: You’re the only one, I swear. Kitty Langit: I didn’t think that, haha.

Dog Lover: I don’t believe you.

Well, it is true that she wasn’t thinking that. But she wasn’t thinking that she was the only one either. She may not know how this guy looks like but he sounds like just her type. Call her superficial but that’s just the way it is for some people.

Dog Lover: Can I call?

That wasn’t unusual. He would sometimes call her. She was wary at first but when she became curious, she decided to try it out. And God did she love his voice.

Dog Lover: If you don’t want to then it’s okay. I just wanted to hear your voice.

Kitty rolled her eyes. She’s heard that line before so many times…all from him.

Dog Lover: Please, Kitty? Kitty Langit: I have to go get dinner. Dog Lover: After? Kitty Langit: Let’s see.

She dropped her phone on her bed and pursed her lips. There were times she wanted him to just go away. But no matter how much she pushed, he would always come back. He’d send her sweet messages and chocolates and flowers and really, anything she wanted she found herself getting it.

There was another ding from her phone and she read it.

Dog Lover: I’ll wait for you, okay?

“Wait until you drop dead,” she muttered. She frowned. She knew that was mean. Damn her and her mood swings.

She got out of bed and exited her room. She went down the stairs and turned to the kitchen to find some grub. “We got anything to eat?” she asked the housemaid Lenny. “I am hungry.” That was one of her quotable quotes…she would say that every single day.

“The cake that your secret admirer sent you,” Lenny replied. Esther, the other maid who happened to pass by, nodded. “We’ll eat if you don’t,” she joked.

Kitty sighed and closed the refrigerator. “I don’t feel like eating that. I want some chips.”

Esther shook her head. “You’ve been eating chips for the past three days. No, I’m cooked some bistek [Filipino beef steak]. You’re eating that.”

Kitty pouted but sat on the kitchen table anyway. Lenny brought out the cake and said, “Why don’t you want to eat it? You were happy to see it awhile ago.”

Kitty propped her elbow on the table and placed her head on the palm of her hand. “I changed my mind,” she grumbled. Her chest heaved as she thought of Dog Lover’s response earlier. That he was told to be a smooth talker. She may have read it a bit too much, maybe he really just was. Maybe he actually didn’t have anyone else he’s courting. Maybe…just maybe. “They’re all maybe’s,” she muttered.

After eating some dinner with their housemaids, she loved talking to them during meal times, she headed back upstairs and dropped on her bed. She reached for her phone and saw that she had three messages. One from Dog Lover, two from her best friend Duke.

Dog Lover: I hope you’ll allow me to call. :(

Duke Montemayor: I need help with the philo homework. Duke Montemayor: Come on, Kit-Kat. Just because we’re not in the same course doesn’t mean you can’t help me. We’re still in the same class!

Kitty rolled her eyes at the drama queen. And just then, another ding from him.

Duke Montemayor: I know you’re probably talking to Mr. Casanova but I really need your help.

Immediately, Kitty answered.

Kitty Langit: Sorry, I was eating. And don’t call him that. I’m not associating Dog Lover with Wolf Casanova.

Duke Montemayor: He’s your brother’s best friend. Kitty Langit: And your point is…? Duke Montemayor: Nothing, I have no point. But know that you gave Wolf his nickname, which is pretty similar tot Dog Lover. Kitty Langit: Cirian was really hard to pronounce! Anyway, video chat so I can help?

And not a minute later, he called her via Skype.

After forty-five minutes of bickering back and forth, the two finally bid farewell knowing they might not be able to see each other the next day. There was another text from Dog Lover a few minutes ago asking if she had fallen asleep.

Kitty puffed her cheeks then blew out the air. Fine, she thought.

Kitty Langit: Hey. Dog Lover: Can I call?

She thought it over for a minute before giving her response. A few seconds later, the familiar tone of her phone blasted and she slid her thumb after five seconds. “Hey,” she greeted.

“I didn’t mean…I…you’re the only one, I swear.” His voice was deep and heavy; as if he was thinking of what to say yet did not get it right. “My friends say I’m a smooth talker. And yes, other girls have said that well, but I swear, I don’t smooth talk them the way I with you. You’re the only one I’m courting, I swear.”

“Dog Lover—”

“You’re the only one I want.”

Kitty sighed. “Yeah, you’ve said.”

“It’s true.”

Silence.

“Do you want to put down the phone?” he asked.

Kitty shook her head despite knowing that he couldn’t see her. “No, it’s cool. We can talk.”

“Great.” She can feel his grin. “How was your day?”

“The highlight was definitely those flowers. That’s the first time you’ve sent me a bouquet.” She smiled. “Any special reason?”

“I just wanted to surprise you.”

“All the girls were so jealous,” she said, proud. She replayed the memory.

She was sitting on a chair, waiting for her turn to sing a song in front of those auditioning with her. Before her were some of the best singers she’s ever heard of and she knew she had no chance but she wanted to give it a shot.

“I was the only one who got a ‘great job’ gift.”

She returned to the back room where they were all waiting for instructions. Her head was low and she could feel the eyes on her. As she was about to sit down, someone had called her. Initially, she thought that she was the first go but she only saw a huge bouquet of assorted flowers being held by the attendant standing by the doorway. He repeated her name as he looked at a clipboard he was holding on the other hand.

Kitty raised her hand. “That’s me!”

The attendant looked through his clipboard, turning the page once, twice, three times before nodding his head. “These are for you.”

She rose from her seat feeling eyes on her again. As she got the bouquet she heard the attendant mutter, “Lucky you.” And really, who wouldn’t be proud of that?

Immediately, she examines the gift before looking at the tag. “Break a leg!” And under it, in smaller handwriting wrote, “And if you do, I’ll be there to catch you.” She grinned. Of course, the usual paw print was the signature.

“You can sit back down now, Ms. Langit,” the attendant said.

Kitty blushed and returned to her seat. Some of them cooed and teased her, others stayed put and were either indifferent or looked at her with envy.

But in the end, she wasn’t even in the shortlist.

“You were a little too late though,” she told her admirer through the phone.

Dog Lover sighed. “I know. I heard from a source that the attendant didn’t give it to you until after the audition.”

“A source, huh,” she murmured. “I’m not even surprised anymore.”

He chuckled. “You know me so well.”

Kitty smiled at that. “You know me more.”

The two talked to one another until the wee hours of the night. When Kitty yawned a bit too many times, Dog Lover said it was time for her to sleep. She refused and said that she was still up and about.

“Shadowcat,” he started, “you’ve been mumbling things that don’t make sense anymore.”

“What are you talking about?” she said, yawning once more.

“You’d just be embarrassed,” he said. “Come on, it’s time to sleep.” But she continued to refuse. “Tell you what, I won’t put down the phone until I know you’ve fallen asleep. Sounds good?”

“What if you fall asleep first?” she half-said, half-mumbled.

“I’m not. Because when we get married, I’ll be watching you while you sleep.” Kitty told him how creepy that would be just as he said, “And I’ll be the luckiest guy in the world.”

She smiled. “You’ll be the luckiest guy in the world when you score with Ariana Grande, or J-Lo, Kathryn Bernando…”

“Too loud, too old, not my type…I’d still be a bit lucky if it were Liza.” He laughed nervously. “And I said a bit because you know she’s my celebrity crush.”

“I’d be lucky if I had Paulo, or Albie,” she murmured.

“Now that hurts.”

“Are you not as macho as them?” she teased.

“You know I am.”

“I’ve never seen you.”

“Just know that I’m better.”

Kitty rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

“So, about that sleeping deal…”

She hummed. “Yeah, okay, sounds good.” She stood up to turn on her lamp before turning off the main lights. She sighed as she laid down on the bed. “How do we do this?” she asked. “Do I get my earphones or something?”

“Have you been talking without them?”

“Yeah,” she answered. “Hold on.” She turned to her side and fished for her earphones from the side table. She plugged them in and put on one bud. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?”

“Are you a good singer?”

“Um…” he began, “I think I’ll leave the singing to you. Sing to me?”

She smiled. “But oh/can’t you see/that no matter what happens/life goes and on/so baby/just smile/’cause I’m always around you/and I’ll make you see how beautiful life is for you and me…”

And as she sang, she began drifting off. When Dog Lover realizes that she had fallen asleep, he smiled. “Goodnight, Kitty. I’ll see you soon.” Click.

The next day, Kitty was walking to her usual spot in the garden of her university. People never sit there because the room behind it would always be left open and the AC was on at maximum level. Plus the area would always be a target of the strong winds during a good day, or the drizzles of rain when the water would pour.

Unfortunately, it was a rainy day and although she brought her cardigan to block out the AC and wind, she hadn’t expected a heavy downpour. She shivered a little as the water touched her skin from time to time.

She felt a poke at her cheek and she didn’t bother whirling around to see who it was. Wolf used to do that to her when they were younger…and he never stopped. Her cheeks were puffy then, her weight wasn’t what you called average, and so Wolf teased her all the time. Even as she worked hard to get to her weight now, he wouldn’t stop. Wes Langit, her older brother and Wolf’s best friend, wasn’t really helping much.

“You’re cold,” he stated.

“Yeah,” she said, shrugging, “I don’t really listen to the weatherman.”

Wolf chuckled. “Here,” he started. Kitty turned to her side and saw him removing his hoodie. “You can have it for the day.”

“What about you?” she asked but not refusing his offer. She had given her belongings to him as she put on the hoodie. It has his number on it, 3, and his last name. She has always wondered what the number 3 meant to him. It was her lucky number, that’s for sure, but that didn’t really add up. “Thanks though.”

He shrugged. “I’ll live. Besides, Wes would kill me for not being a gentleman to his baby sister.”

Kitty rolled her eyes. “Yep, he would.” They reached the stone bench with a matching stone table. There were seats on either side. “Sit with me?”

Wolf nodded and sat down. Kitty sat opposite of him.

“Is Duke coming?”

Kitty shook her head. “Just me and you for now. Cassie’s coming, though. We have Lit together and she wasn’t very impressed with Circle.”

“Nice,” Wolf murmured.

Kitty couldn’t hold back a scoff. “You do know she’s gay, right?”

“Can’t I admire her?”

She nodded her head slowly then shrugged. “I suppose so.”

The two took out their materials in silence. Before Kitty could start on problem number 1, Wolf cleared his throat.

She looked up and tilted her head a little to the left. “Yeah?”

“How’s Dog Lover?” he asked, looking anywhere but at her. “Everything good?”

She smiled. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I still get wary and all but he seems good. Thanks for asking. But…why did you ask? Hasn’t Wes filled you in?”

“Wes doesn’t really like talking about it,” he admitted. “He doesn’t like the idea that…” he trailed off, “that some guy is getting too close to you and you don’t even know him. He could be doing all these things to impress you but he has other agendas.”

Kitty puffed her right cheek. “Possible.”

“But…?”

“I’m just enjoying the moment for now, I guess.” She shrugged. “No one has ever noticed me.”

Wolf rolled his eyes. “Keep telling that to yourself.”

“Wolf,” she began, “you know my past…relationships, if you can call it that, have been huge failures. Maybe this time it isn’t!”

“He’s a stalker, Kitty.”

Kitty paused. “True. But he gives me things.”

“So you’re using him?”

Kitty shook her head. “No, of course not.”

Just a Wolf was about to speak, Cassie arrived and sat beside him. “Okay, so Circles made me fall asleep and—oh hey, Wolf. What’s up?”

“Nothing,” he grumbled. “I was just asking Kitty how she’s doing.”

Cassie laughed. “Bullshit. But okay, okay. Anyways,” she took out her materials, “I was hoping you could help me with this part…”

The three spent some time together before Cassie had to go again. “You coming to practice or have you gotten another audition?” She smiled. Kitty knew Cassie supported her but she has been missing practice a lot.

“I’ll be there,” Kitty replied.

“Great. The team hasn’t seen you in awhile.”

But awhile meant a day, Kitty gave a sorry smile either way. “I know.”

Cassie nodded and waved before leaving the table. And as soon as she left, Wes Langit appeared and sat beside his sister. “Cassie hates me.”

“She does not.”

“After what happened?”

“You didn’t mean it.”

“But I still did it.”

Both Wolf and Kitty sighed.

“Have you been going to the meetings?” Wes asked, turning to his sister. Just as Kitty was about to reply he stopped her. “Don’t,” he held up his hand, “don’t even bother answering that question.”

Kitty bit the bottom of her lip.

Wolf said, “The meetings are on Sundays, right? Usually after the first mass of the day.”

Kitty nodded.

Wes sighed. “It’s for your own good, Kits. I know it can be a hassle but it helps.”

“How do you know?” she murmured.

“Because when you were going to them, you made pretty good progress. You were more jolly, you kept telling yourself that there are always solutions to problems…that you weren’t alone in fighting this battle. You would always go to me, you know?” His eyes softened. “I know you don’t really like going to Mom and Dad so you would go to me.”

Kitty laughed a little. “You were the one who signed me up.”

“And it worked, didn’t it?”

Kitty shrugged. “I guess so.”

Wes shook his head. “I’ll go with you.”

“You can’t enter the room.”

“Then I’ll wait for you out there. I’ll have my phone to keep me company.”

Kitty stayed silent for awhile. She turned to the side and saw Wolf waiting for her response as well. “Okay,” she said. She looked back at her brother and nodded. “Okay, I’ll go back.”

Wes smiled. “Great. That’s great.” He looked at her for a few seconds then frowned. “Why are you wearing Wolf’s hoodie?”

Kitty replied, “He knew I was cold.”

Wes sighed and shook his head at Wolf. “No wonder people have been giving her the stink eye.”

“Like that’s my fault,” Wolf said defensively

Kitty scoffed. “It’s all your fault.”

Wes chuckled, Wolf followed right after.

Later that day, the practice was kind of better than she thought it would be. She knew none of her teammates would criticize her for missing a day to audition for a small role she didn’t even get. They knew her love for singing matched her love for archery. They supported her, but they also had to think of their team, and she understood that. If she wasn’t a good singer in the eyes of the judges, then there’s nothing to worry about, she was a good archer, that she knew.

She stretched her arm, leveling it to her lip. She let out a bit of breath, locked her eyes on the red dot then released.

Straight hit.

Someone from behind her clapped. “Nice.”

Kitty smiled and turned around. “I’m just as good as an archer as bad as I am as a singer.”

“You can carry a tune,” Cassie said.

A small, sad smile appeared on Kitty’s face. “Not enough, I guess.”

Cassie frowned. Putting her bow down on the table, she shook her head then looped her arm around Kitty’s. “There’s a play in my village. It’s a small production but it’s something.”

Kitty placed bow next to Cassie’s. “I’m not from your village.”

“I know,” she said. “But no one wants to join but the people have already spent all the budget. They’re pretty desperate.”

Kitty giggled. “That doesn’t sound very nice.”

Cassie sighed. “Mm, yeah, it is their fault.”

“What play?”

“An original one.”

“Nice. You wrote it?” Kitty knew about Cassie’s love for writing. “I bet you did.”

“If I said yes will you join?” Cassie grinned.

“I’ll consider it.”

Cassie laughed. “I didn’t write it. Some twenty-something who works for the barangay did. I don’t know what it’s about.” She shrugged. “Probably something about lost love or a forbidden one or…I dunno, something about love.”

“Don’t you write about love?”

“I don’t go all cliche if you must know.” Cassie looked up and nudged Kitty lightly. “Duke Montemayor sighting.”

Kitty could never admit but she always found Duke cute in his boy-next-door kind of way. But she’s known him her whole life, ever since they were both whiny babies until they hit puberty and were each other’s first kiss until now where they realize nothing is ever going to happen to them…despite admitting that they were attracted to one another.

“Oh, and look who’s with him.”

Baste Montemayor, Duke’s twin brother, was with him. And he was the one that Kitty couldn’t help but imagine was Mr. Dog Lover. They had the same voice and Baste’s love for dogs is no secret either. Kitty’s had a thing for him since she stepped foot on the school grounds.

Baste had lived with his father after his and Duke’s parents separated. Duke never talked much about him since they were never close, their father leaving their mother when they were just two-years-old. But they reconnected when they realized they were in the same university.

“Oh,” she sighed. Her heart fluttered, she knew that it was the same flutter she felt with Dog Lover, and she had a strong feeling that they were one and the same.

Duke waved his hand as they got closer. “Hey,” he greeted.

“Nice of you to visit,” Cassie said.

Duke shrugged. “Baste wanted to see the archery range.”

“Are you sure that’s what he wanted to see?” Cassie narrowed her eyes at the two boys. “Nothing else?”

Kitty could feel her neck getting red.

Baste chuckled. “I’ve always been an archery fan but I’ve never seen one up close. Duke said he was on his way here and I jumped at the chance to ask him if I could come along.” His head circled the place and he nodded, a smile forming on his face. “It’s nice.”

“It should be,” Kitty can’t help but murmur. She could then feel someone’s eyes on her and she dared look in front. Baste Montemayor was looking at her with interest. “We have some classes together,” is all she can say after racking her brain for something to say to him. “Lab, math and—”

“Filipino,” he finished, nodding his head. “Katharine Langit, right?”

Cassie tilted her head. “She’s Duke’s best friend.”

Baste nodded again. “Yeah. But I’ve never interacted with her,” he explained. “This is the first time we’ve been up close.”

But you’re such a stalker, Kitty thought. She bit her lip from saying anything. “Do you want to try to shoot?” she offered.

Baste’s eyebrows raised. “Legit?”

Cassie shrugged. “Yeah, why not? Come on.” She gestured for him to follow her.

Kitty and Duke were left alone.

“You agreed to bring him here,” she said, not bothering to look at him. “When you know I’m not ready.”

Duke rolled his eyes. “Oh please. Even if I tell you, give you a warning, you would never be prepared.”

Kitty nodded once. She then watched as Cassie taught the guy how to hold up his bow.

Unlike Kitty’s pink bow, Cassie’s was a neutral blue.

Cassie then put leveled his arm and nodded. Kitty heard her say something about aiming and a second later, he released the string and the arrow flew to the board…missing the bullseye by a foot.

Duke couldn’t help but laugh. Kitty nudged him. They walked towards them just as Cassie’s arrow hit the board, missing the bullseye by just a few inches.

“That was so cool!” Baste clapped. “Do it again.”

“Who am I? Your dog?” Cassie glared at him. She noticed Kitty and Duke beside her and smiled. She turned back to Baste and smirked. “Watch the pro.” She looked at Kitty. “You ready.”

Kitty snapped her head back a little but a part of her knew that this was going to happen. “Yeah, sure.” She took Cassie’s bow and got an arrow from her quiver. She put it in place, readied her stance, let out a bit of breath and released.

Like earlier, she hit the bullseye with ease.

When she turned to look at Baste, and feeling very proud of herself, he was gaping.

“Y-y-you h-hit the uh…um…bullseye,” he stammered.

Kitty smiled. “I did.”

“Amazing!”

Kitty blushed. You should know that, the voice said. She shook her head. You have no proof, Katharine. No proof at all. But good Lord did she wish that he was just a really good actor and that he really was Dog Lover.

“You should definitely teach me!”

“You’d have to sign up and try out first,” Cassie told him with a roll of her eyes.

“Be nice,” Duke teased.

“During your free time?” Baste asked, hopeful.

“She auditions for musicals or bands during her free time,” Cassie continued to talk for the lady in subject. “I don’t think—”

“Let Kitty speak for herself,” Duke said in a serious tone, but it was obvious that he wanted to laugh at the scenario.

Cassie shut her mouth. The three then looked at Kitty and she felt very pressured. “I suppose it’s fine,” she said with a shrug. “There’s an archery range not too far from my house. If you’re willing to—”

“Yes!” Baste interrupted her.

“Great,” she said. A smile was on her face.

Duke pursed his lips. “Well, I think we have to go.”

Baste frowned. “Okay then.”

Kitty hid her disappointment. If you want to spend time with me then this is your chance, the voice inside her shouted. Another voice told her to shut up. “Just tell Duke if you’re still interested.”

He nodded. “I will. Definitely.” He smiled. “Thanks, Katharine.” Then he turned to Cassie. “You, too, Cassie.”

“I never told you my name,” she said, surprised.

“I’m friends with Duke, remember?” he chuckled softly.

Cassie lifted her head a little. “Right.”

Duke grabbed Baste’s arm and began dragging him. “I’ll see you later, Kit-Kat!”

“Meatloaf for dinner!” she shouted.

“YES!”

Cassie laughed. “He really loves his meatloaf.”

Kitty watched the two disappear. One second Baste looked back at her, and three seconds later it was Duke’s turn. Her heart began to beat faster. Cassie noticed her frozen form and reached for her hand.

“We don’t know who it is, Kit-Kat.”

Kitty sighed. “Yeah, I know.”

It has only been a few days but Kitty was getting anxious about Baste’s offer to be her student. Duke hasn’t mentioned anything and she didn’t really want to pry. So she stayed quiet.

But it was Sunday and she and her family had just finished hearing mass. Like their excuse before, Wes said that they would be having some sibling bonding at the ice cream shop nearby. They knew their parents didn’t have sweet tooths so it was the perfect alibi.

As they walked to the building next to the Church, Wes began giving her a lecture. “I haven’t been able to hear mass with you on Sundays because of training. I asked them to give me a day off. So please, Kitty, the next time I’m not here to have mass with you, go to the meeting. It isn’t hard. It’s free. It helps.”

Kitty’s head was low. “Yes, Kuya [older/big brother].”

They reached the building and then entered. Wes pushed the door open and allowed Kitty inside first. There weren’t much people and she was still familiar with how it is. She walked in and inhaled the scent that she had been missing out on. She can’t help but admit that she liked the vanilla and pumpkin aroma. They headed up the second floor and walked to the third door on the left.

Before them was one of her meeting members. Tom. They only knew each other by the names they want to be called.

Tom noticed that he was being watched. He looked up and a grin formed on his face. “Kitty. It’s been awhile.”

“Yeah,” she said with a small smile. She introduced Tom to her brother and her brother to Tom. “I’ll see you later?”

Wes nodded. “Yeah, I’ll see you. Be good. Or else no Sundae’s Best after.”

Kitty smiled. “You really know a way to get to a girl’s heart.”

They chuckled and Wes left.

Kitty walked over to the door and Tom let her in first.

As Tom closed the door behind him, the sign on the door became very visible as the blinds behind it closed.

Suicidals Anonymous.

#misc: cherish writes

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Put on the Glamor Pt. 4

The drive to the auction had been quiet. Kit wasn’t much of a talker and Sam it seemed didn’t feel the need to fill the silence. Mariah had gotten the sting of the taller Winchester’s thoughts most of the day, So Kit was very much aware of how he felt about them. Even if it seemed like he had warmed up a bit. Still, she had to admit Sam’s stone silence was better than the bedroom eyes Dean was throwing at her sister. And of course Mariah was doing the same.

With a sigh, Kit parked her ‘69 corvette and slid from the front seat.

“I like your taste in music,” Sam commented. Kit raised an eyebrow. Sam just chuckled and said, “It’s nice to listen to something different. My brother is stuck in the seventies when it comes to music.”

“Oh goddess! I actually feel sorry for you.”

Sam smirked. “It’s not always bad. It’s just good to get a break.”

They made their way into the warehouse, still talking. Kit smirked as well. “I’m sure Mimi is getting a kick out of that.”

“Not into classic rock?”

Kit shrugged. “Rock? Yes. But not a lot of the classics. She likes the same stuff I do.”

Conversation ended then. Their part of the plan was to stay to the shadows till the auction started then sneak away to burn the heart. It had been suggested to try an actually buy the dammed thing, but Mr. Rossi wasn’t an idiot. All purchases had to be in cash and money shown before the item was even brought to you. That left Mariah to do what she did best and play the guy like a fiddle and Kit to shine in her skills.

Out of habit, she let her eyes search for her sister. Ever since they had been force from their lives back home it had been them and only them. Having these brothers around seemed like a good idea at the moment but it still set her on edge. Kit didn’t spot Mariah or Dean in the crowd. They had arrived late since they didn’t feel the need to socialize when the whole purpose was to salt, burn, and dip.

“We should take a look around. See the best ways to get to where the items are being kept,” suggested Sam.

Kit nodded. “I’ll go this way. Meet in the middle?”

Sam nodded. Kit moved through the crowd, keeping her eyes out for security and exits. She found herself buy the stage where top artifacts were being displayed. The appeal for such things kind of baffled her. She knew the benefits of studying such things but just to have it sit in a case to say you have it seemed pointless.

A flash of red light caught her eye. A guest had asked to take a closer look at one of the items. A necklace with an inch long tear drop ruby accented with diamonds and what Kit believed to be smoothed obsidian beads in between the links in the gold chain. An aid had carefully removed it from the case and was holding it up to the light. Symbol dances around as the light was reflected through the ruby. Her heart stopped.

“Now this peace was found in a temple devoted to Kali, the goddess of destruction,” the woman was explaining. “The necklace has been depicted with the goddess herself wearing it. We believe the symbols that have been etched inside the gem itself are a form of ancient Hebrew.”

That wasn’t Hebrew. As part of their training, Kit and Mariah had learned several languages to aid in spell casting. Those symbols were from a language that only she herself had mastered. And the words she had been able to glimpse didn’t sound friendly.

Mariah! She called out with her mind. The boys may be wearing anti-telepath charms but Kit sure wasn’t. Mariah, I need you.

What’s wrong? The smooth sound of her friend’s mental voice filled her head.

Come to the stage. There is something you need to see.

Sure thing. I need to get away from Mr. Control Freak anyway.

Aw! Is your crush making you mad?

Shut up! That is so middle school.

Kit chuckled to herself. The necklace was placed back in its case and the couple that had been admiring it gone. She studied it closely. With her Witch Sight she could see some kind of aura inside the gem. An aura she hadn’t seen before. The energy was extremely light. Lighter than even Mariah’s.

Mariah floated up the steps and over to her. “What’s wrong?”

Kit tapped the glass case. “This necklace. When it’s put in light it projects symbols.”

Mariah bobbled her head. “And?”

“The symbols are Enochian.”

Mariah’s eyes flared. “You’re sure?”

Kit gave her a smug look. “Who is the only one that can read angelic script?”

“You. Yeah I get it.” Mariah sighed and tucked a curl behind her ear. “What did it say?”

Kit shrugged. “I only caught a glimpse. But I’m positive that the words destruction and slave were in there. It also was found in the goddess of destruction’s temple.”

Mariah stared at the necklace. “The energy doesn’t seem dark. Opposite actually.”

“I know, but I don’t trust humans to have an Enochian necklace that talks about slavery and destruction.”

“Point made. Alright, handle it.”

“Should we tell your boyfriend about it?” Kit asked mockingly.

Mariah’s cheeks pinked and puffed out. “He’s not!” She took a breath. “I can’t with you.” Mariah looked over her shoulder at the crowd. “We can handle this. If it’s a hexed object it should be handled by witches any way.”

Kit nodded. “Gotcha. I’ll snatch it with out Giant knowing.”

“Am I interrupting?”

Mariah flinched at the comment. Dean must have caught it because his eyes turned dark and he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Making her voice as calm as possible, Kit replied. “Nothing you need to worry about, hot stuff.”

I got it covered. Don’t be so obvious. She quickly made her exit and headed to find her Winchester while Mariah handled hers.

Sam was waiting by a table lined with hor’ dourves. “I found a way in but it has two guards,” he told her.

“I’m sure Mariah and Dean will make a decent distraction,” she replied.

Just then, Kit heard shouting from the middle of the room. Dean had Mariah tucked behind him with an arm partially on her waist while glaring and shouting at who she believed was their host. Mariah was gripping the Winchester’s arm, pleading with the two men. Not the original plan but I guess.

The guards that had been watching the exit her and Sam needed quickly made their way through the cluster of people to break up the altercation. Kit followed behind Sam and they slipped through the door unnoticed.

It was dark with only the distance flood lights on the ceiling lighting the isles. Shipping containers and wooden crates lined dozens of rows. “This is going to take a bit,” Sam commented.

Kit replied, “Well, let’s get started.”

Sam pulled a small deceive from his pocket. It started flashing and making odd beeping sounds. He motioned for you to follow him. As you walked the beeping got louder. “What is that?”

“EMF detector. It picks up waves that ghosts and haunted objects give off.”

Kit snorted. “Humans.” She blinked and allowed her Witch Sight to once again take over her vision. Ribbons of energy danced around the vast space. A slight shimmer in the ether caught her eye. “Up there.” She pointed to a wooden crate ten feet ahead.

His little device went wild when they approach the crate. Warnings and signs of do not open covered the wood. The lid was nailed shut and no matter how hard he tried, Sam couldn’t get it to budge. “I didn’t bring a crowbar,” he sighed. “There must be one around here.”

“Oh please! Move,” Kit growled. With a swift wave of her hand the lid was ripped from the crate, nails and all. Sam had to quickly duck to not get bashed in the head.

He stared at her, baffled. “Telekinesis?”

Kit nodded.

Sam sighed and shook his head. He mumbled something that she couldn’t quiet make out but she was pretty sure it was along the lines of ‘dammed witches.’ Kit just smirked. Suddenly the temperature in the area dropped dramatically. Their breath came out in clouds. “We have company.”

Sam quickly pulled straw and packing materials from the crate. “Distract her. I’ll torch the thing,” Sam commanded.

Kit almost argued and growled how she didn’t take orders, but just then a woman that seemed only to be wearing a long tattered skirt and elaborate pectoral necklace that barely covered her chest. With out thinking, Kit used her mind to throw Sam back before the ghost could bring down what reminded her of a spear but with a flat curved blade.

The woman screamed and charged at Kit. “Et dejiciam interfectos vestros essentia!” Kit shouted the spell and felt the energy shoot from her fingertips. The specter disappeared into a cascade of silver sparks. “Are you ok, Sam?”

Sam got up stiffly. “Yeah. Just fair warning next time.”

Kit chuckled. “Sure. She won’t be gone for long. Grab the jar.” Sam grabbed the box that was in the crate. “I’ll look around and keep her away from you. Once you open that thing she’ll come out full charge.”

She took off down the isle. It was a ploy of course. Her essence scatter spell would keep that bitch in the ether way longer they need to torch her, but this was the perfect opportunity to grab that necklace.

Mariah, have they sold the necklace yet?

Just now. They are taking to the back office to sign sale papers. Hurry!

Kit pushed her legs to go faster, glad she had decided on sensible flat heeled combat boots instead of heels. She heard voices coming from a platform near the back of the warehouse. She slowed and quieted her steps once she was close. Creeping up the steps, Kit readied the charm bag in her pocket.

Five eyes turned to her as she stepped into the light. And five bodies his the ground after she threw the bag that would knock them out for at least an hour. She carefully stepped over limbs and made her way to the desk. He necklace was secured in a velvet tri-fold case like one you would see at a jewelry store. A pulse of energy cursed through her with a single touch. The ruby glowed for a moment, scattering angelic symbols around the room then just as quickly they were gone.

“Interesting.”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not nice to steal?”

Kit whipped around, arm ready to send the intruder flying. A man shorter than the brothers but still taller than her stood only a yard away. His light golden hair looked wind blown and her was far to casually dressed to be a guest of the auction. “Who the hell are you?”

The man chuckled. “Wrong direction cupcake. That belongs to me.”

“Finders. Keepers.”

He sighed heavily. “Can we just get this over with? I want to back to not giving a shit.”

Kit reaches for the silver dagger tucked into her boot. “To bad for you, I have all night angel cakes.” With the other hand she tried to send him flying, but all that happen was him bowing back slightly like he was absorbing them blow.

“Hmmm. A witch. This will be fun.”

A sliver of panic shot through her. She tried to See him but was nearly blinded by pure light energy. “What are you?”

He smirked. “Someone you definitely shouldn’t tangle with.”

Kit flipped her knife in her hand, still gripping the necklace. “Bold of you to assume I don’t like a challenge.” She sent the table beside her sailing in his direction. It should have hit him dead center but in less than a blink he was gone.

“Missed sweetness.” The voice came from right behind her. She flipped the dagger and jabbed it right where his stomach should be. She heard a grunt then a chuckle. “Now sweetheart, can’t we just talk.”

Kit spun away from his. Her dagger protruded from his abdomen. He stared at her, honey colored eyes staring into shocked umber ones, and simply pulled her dagger from his body. No flinch of pain. No reaction at all.

He examined the blade. “You’re cute so I really don’t want to hurt you. Just hand over the necklace.”

“Hand over the necklace,” she mocked back in a childish voice. “Eat my ass.”

His eyes flared and mouth tightened. “I’m not in the mood to play games.”

“To bad. I like games.” She moved to land a kick where she had stuck her dagger. He once again disappeared. “Not this time.” She spun around was able to hit him square in the chest. He choked and grabbed her calf. Kit tried to pull back but his grip was to strong. Those eyes shifted from golden hazel to a glowing blue. The necklace, still wrapped around her wrist, glowed a bright red.

The man hesitated. “Interesting.” He jerked Kit forward, releasing her leg only to wrap an arm around her waist.

“Get your hands off me!”

He just smirked and stared at her. She struggled but all that done was cause his to wrap the other arm around her. “You are an fiery one,” he purred.

Kit felt a twist in her stomach. She didn’t like it. “I’ll show you fiery!” She began uttering the words to conjure fire when his lips came down on hers. Since she was in the middle of speaking her mouth was open and his tongue was given free access. Her mind short circuited. Heat spread across her body like a flash fire. She felt dizzy and her eyes drifted shut. Before she knew what was happening, she was kissing him back.

“Kit!” The sound of Sam’s voice shouting her name barely registered. Her assailant, however, was quick to gather his wits.

He broke the kiss. “Damn Winchesters.” A rush of air swirled around Kit. The warmth was gone and so was her support. She stumbled and gripped the table she had thrown. Confusion quickly turned to anger. That bastard!

Off in the distance, Sam shouted her name again. He was starting to get concerned. The petit witch was no where in sight and they need to get out of there.

“Stop!” Sam jerked to a halt at the command. A burly looking guard in an all black suit was heading his way fast. Sam braced himself, ready to fight. There was a loud thud and the man dropped like a rock. Kit stood behind him with what Sam thought was a plank from a crate. Her chest was heaving and her eyes were filled with anger.

“Um, are you ok?”

She glared at him. “Fine! Is it done?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. Let go.”

Sam followed behind her. He worried it would be hard to find his brother and Mariah but they were waiting for them as they renter the main room.

“Everything good?” Mariah asked.

Sam nodded. “Salted and burned. Saw her flare up myself.”

“Good,” Dean said. “Now let’s bail.”

“Especially before the cops show up,” Mariah said off handedly.

“Cops?” the brothers asked in unison.

Mariah smiled. “You didn’t think I would know about an illegal auction and not report it, did you?”

Before they could respond, Kit growled. “Come on. Let’s go.”

-x-x-x-x-x-

The next day, everyone was packing up their cars and getting ready to head out. The girls had thought it wise to get out of town just in case the FBI some how connected them to Rossi.

“Trying to settle in one place is starting to seem like a long shot.”

Dean looked at Mariah as she sighed out those words. He saw a longing and a glimmer of pain. “Life of a hunter sweetheart.”

She nodded. “I know.” She gave him a smile smile. “Thank you. For your help.”

Dean smiled. “No problem.”

Sam walked out of the house laughing with Kit right behind him. Those two had been getting along great since the night before. Dean watched as his brother gave to witch a quick little hug. Well I’ll be dammed.

Kit gave Dean a friendly wave andSam walked over to him and Mariah. “I wanted to apologize.”

Mariah held up a hand. “It ok Sam.” She let his brother pull her into a hug as well. “You girls stay safe.”

Mariah laughed and pulled back. “Of course we will.”

“I trust you.” Dean made that comment and Mariah’s face lit up. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug of her own. Dean hugged her back, resting his chin on the top of her head. “See you around sweetheart.”

Mariah stepped back. “Hopefully.”

“Definitely.”

Dean got in his car and Mariah went over to get in hers. Kit was already in the drivers seat. Mariah eyed the necklace chain barely visible from under her shirt collar. “Is it safe to wear that?”

“It’s harmless,” Kit reassured her.

“You said it was something for destruction.”

Kit sighed. “Misinterpretation.” She fingered the stone resting against her skin. “I’m perfectly safe.”

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