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doublekrecs · 4 years

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Can you do a teacher!!!Harry x student reader please. I think it’ll be hot

a/n: gonna try making this one a blurb. also no explicit smut but harry has a naughty mouth. as always enjoy!

going into college was a new experience. your first year was mostly spent in the library avoiding parties and distractions. you were by no means quiet, having spent high school at every party after friday night football games. you decided this was your time to settle down a bit and take the first year to decide on what you really wanted to do.

while you had decided computer engineering was your destined career path, you had picked a music appreciation class on whim to try something new. it wasn’t bad most of the time listening to older composers and analyzing the style differences, or brief essays on the deeper meanings of songs.

however the best part of class was professor styles. an absolutely gorgeous man with the softest looking hair you’d love to run your hands through and a voice you could listen to for days.

the first week of school he kept it simple, the usual ‘get to know the teacher’ slideshow and syllabus days. he showed pictures of his family and of trips he’s taken with his friends. one that stuck out to you and most of your peers was the one of him at the beach. tattoos littered his toned, tan chest and arms, if you looked a little lower you could almost make out his not so little friend. and if you were being honest this was the go to image going through your head as you had your nightly de-stressing session.

as always you walked into class with your bag on your shoulder and water bottle in hand, the smell of his lemon scented candle flooding your senses. you took a seat close to the front to be able to get a decent view of the board, setting your stuff on the floor when you see a pair of brown boots enter your line of sight.

it was no other than professor styles himself holding a stack of papers in his hand, “miss y/l/n” he with that accent you loved so much. you look up to see him with a friendly smile on his face which you return, taking a glance up at his eyes. you’ve never had a chance to see how pretty his pale green eyes were.

he clears his throat, catching your obvious ogling but choosing not to say anything, “um well i wanted to ask if you would stay after class, your recent paper on..”

you had completely zoned out and you truly did feel bad but you were having a hard time concentrating when his rose colored lips were moving so nicely in front of you, so close yet so far. you wondered how nice they would feel wrapped around-

“y/n” his voice snapped you out of your reverie.

“hm im sorry professor, could you say it again”

“would ya mind stayin after class a little to discuss your paper”, he said a coy smirk appearing on his face.

“oh of course”

he nods before turning around to make his way back to the front of the class. when had so many people shown up?

the hour and a half passed by easily. jotting down whatever notes you could when you weren’t picturing your professor on top of you, sweat making a stray curl stick to his forehead.

“well thats it for today”, he said as he went to pull out the chair at his desk. “have a good weekend and make sure to start plannin for your essays when we get back. y/l/n come see me please”

you swear your hearts about to burst out of your chest at the thought of spending just a little time alone with him. you walk down the stairs as you watch him get comfortable. legs spread behind the desk, just so inviting for you to sit in.

“you wanted to talk about my essay professor styles?” you ask as you play with the little keychain on your bag

“i did, it’was actually quite good. but somethin always has you distracted durin class and i think i jus found out what it is,” he said face serious almost angry looking

shit. you thought, he was onto you and you were gonna get expelled for inappropriate behavior towards you teacher.

or so you thought until he kept speaking.

the same smirk from earlier reappearing on his face. “you have a thing for me? isn’t that right. you walk into class and spend the time day dreaming about me making you suck my cock under the desk.”

you stood there not moving a muscle. your brain must be short circuiting because he did not just say that.

“or maybe ya want me to bend you over it. maybe throw all my papers on the floor and have ya spread out for me makin a mess all on for me. you’d like that wouldn’t you petal”

you let out a whine at his words. thighs clenching at the thought of all your fantasies coming true. you swore you could feel your arousal dripping down the insides of your thighs.

he got up from desk, taking his time to make the few steps over to where you were standing. looking down at your lips then back up into your eyes he continued.

“now be good for me and let me make these come true hm petal?”

and boy did he surpass all your expectations.

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dindjarindiaries · 4 years

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Collide - Chapter 1

summary: Bella arrives to Colombia to start a new life at her new job and instead runs into some old things.

warnings: angst. lots of it.

rating: R

word count: 4.315k

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chapter 1.

Medellín, Colombia, 1992

You look out the window of the plane as it begins its descent into Colombia. A soft sigh passes through your lips as a weight seemingly falls off your shoulders. Getting out of Texas is proving to be a relief for you already; you may be running from your problems, but damn does it feel good.

Colombia is a dramatic place to run to, you know, but after hearing about the crisis on the DEA’s hands there with Pablo Escobar having escaped from La Catedral, you couldn’t help immediately requesting a transfer. Not only is it getting you far away from Texas, but it’s also putting you at the heart of some of the trickiest work the DEA’s had to do—a sure distraction from the daily torment of your mind. With no family to leave behind, you feel as unattached to your home as ever, and the feeling is already more freeing than you’ve anticipated.

After waiting a painfully long amount of time for a cue, you’re soon reaching for your carryon and getting off the plane. You stop at baggage claim once you’re in the airport, preparing to get over the border. You raise an eyebrow when you see a man start approaching you, his tall and lean demeanor not appearing as threatening but simply surprising, sticking out oddly amongst the locals who roam around. He ruffles a hand through his light hair before he stops just in front of you.

“DEA,” he greets, flashing his badge. You do the same with your own. He offers a small smile. “Good, you are the new agent. I was hopin’ they would give me an accurate enough picture.”

You chuckle a bit yet keep your gaze skeptical. “I’m not new,” you correct him, “just… reassigned.”

He nods, reaching out his hand to shake yours. “I understand. I’m Steve Murphy, your new partner.”

You shake his hand and introduce yourself, letting your arm fall back at your side, returning a smile as best as you can. “Nice to meet you, Agent Murphy.”

“Please, just Steve or Murphy is fine,” Steve insists. You nod to acknowledge the correction. “Look, I know you’re probably confused as to why the hell I’m here, but you see—when I came through here the first time, they found out I was DEA and somehow ended up killin’ my cat, so… I didn’t want that happenin’ to you.”

You widen your eyes in shock. “Damn, I’m sorry.”

Steve waves his hands. “I’ve done my mournin’. I’m just here to make sure you don’t have to do any of your own.” He pauses, looking at the luggage you’re carrying. “You don’t have a cat, right?”

You laugh lightly. “No, Murphy, I don’t.”

“That’s a great start.” He bites back more chuckling as he takes your largest bag for you. “Let’s get goin’. You’ve got a lot to see today.”

You can’t help feeling a swarm of butterflies ignite in your stomach, composed equally of nerves and excitement. You follow Steve to the border control, getting cleared with ease thanks to his presence and soon finding yourself outside in his car. He takes you on the road quickly, and he gets down to business straightaway.

“It’s dark shit down here,” Steve begins, not looking away from the road as he speak, “as I’m sure you know.”

“From what they’ve told me,” you respond, “and what I’ve seen on the news.”

Steve huffs. “The news. Don’t got a damn clue what they’re talkin’ about.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I thought they agreed that Escobar—?”

“No, no, not with that shit. Just…” Steve trails off, letting out a heavy sigh before finishing. “Things. It’ll make sense once you’re settled in down here.”

You offer a nod, tapping your fingers against the car door as you look out the window. You watch as your new home passes you by. There’s lots of children running around and enjoying the warm air, bringing you a nostalgic smile regardless of the pain those memories of your own now offer. Other people stroll down the streets, looking like they’re either going to shop or just having a leisurely trip. Some simply stand there and stare at Steve’s car as it passes by, and at the sudden unease their attention brings, you break your eye contact with the window to look back to the windshield. The city seems surprisingly active and busy for a place that’s suffered from acts of terrorism and violence at the hands of a drug lord.

“You alright over there?” Steve’s voice pulls you from your observations, and you turn quickly to look at him. “You got quiet.”

“Yeah, yeah, just looking,” you murmur. “I’m surprised. It seems…”

“… normal?” You offer a nod as Steve finishes the thought for you. “Yeah. That might be one of the saddest parts of it all.”

“Do they all know about Escobar?” You know the question sounds naïve, but you can’t imagine how they could possibly know about everything that’s been happening and still function as if the world’s completely normal.

“‘Course.” Steve pauses as he takes a turn, soon pulling up into a parking space outside a large building adorned with a sign designating it as the Policía Nacional de Colombia. “Some just still think he’s a hero.”

You scoff. “A hero?”

“He built neighborhoods with that money, helped out the poor. To some, he’s their Robin Hood.” Steve turns off the car, looking over at you. “Sorry we had to come here first. You can leave your stuff here, and I’ll bring you back to the apartment building after. Your rental’s there.”

You wave a dismissive hand at him. “It’s fine. The flight wasn’t that bad, anyway. The sooner I dig into things here, the better.” You’re yearning to lose yourself in your work, to finally push aside some of the darkness that clouds your mind—or, at least, exchange it for a different kind of darkness.

You and Steve both get out of the car, and he leads you inside. You already feel surprisingly comfortable alongside your new partner, likely because of his sheer kindness and evident grip on reality. He seems educated, motivated, and experienced, which are all things you’ve always wanted to see in a partner. You’re about to vocalize some of these thoughts to ease the nervous tension that’s surely exuding from you when Steve unknowingly cuts you off. “So, there might be one small detail I haven’t told you yet.”

You raise a curious eyebrow and look at him. He looks over at you, a small grin appearing on his lips before he looks ahead of you again.

“We have another partner. Now, he doesn’t know you’re comin’, because—well—he isn’t the best at makin’ quick friends, and he can be too skeptical for his own good. We had to surprise him.”

You hold back the urge to roll your eyes. Of course there was a drawback. Things had seemed too good when it was just you and Steve. “Oh, that’s… great.”

“Don’t worry, you know your shit. I’m sure Peña’s gonna warm up to you just fine.”

Upon hearing the name, your gaze snaps over to Steve, and you feel a rush of strong emotion run through you as you nearly stop dead in your tracks. “Who?” He doesn’t even have to answer as he suddenly stops at a cluster of desks, and you look ahead to meet the deer-in-the-headlights expression of none other than Javier fucking Peña.

You freeze. It feels as if your entire body has turned to stone, and if you make one wrong move, you’ll crumble into pieces on the tile floor. You haven’t seen Javier ever since that night—that fucking night. That night was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before—and, as hard as you try to keep it tucked into the shadow of your memory, it always somehow makes its way to the front of your mind again—and the fears that’d crept up in your mind shortly after ended up coming true. That’s when life in Texas became a shitshow: right after senior prom. Nothing had changed between you and Javier, and he treated you the same, as if you never shared those intimate moments together under the night sky at all. You didn’t gain the faith to confront him about it until just before he left for college. It proved to be a bad decision, as Javier was immediately flustered and, as a result, very angry. He questioned your friendship, your lifelong bond, and you—and he rejected it all. When he left the next morning, you never saw him again. Ever.

Until now.

His dark gaze pierces through yours in a way it hasn’t ever since you shared far too much of yourself with him. You want to look away, but you can’t, and you absolutely hate yourself for it. You shouldn’t be feeling fireworks inside your stomach, or a skip in the rhythm of your heartbeat. Your eyes shouldn’t be noticing his new sense of fashion, having exchanged the modest flannels and loose jeans for tight short-sleeve button-ups and fitted denim. You shouldn’t have the urge to melt into the ground when you observe the long sliver of tanned chest the loose buttons of his shirt offer, or the new mustache that makes his lips look even more kissable than they did all those years ago. Yet, here you are, unable to do anything but stare.

“Javi?” you finally choke out, your throat already feeling dry.

“Bella.” Javier’s voice is much gruffer than it used to be, as if it’s been roughened over the years, and your knees almost give out at the sound of it. Hearing him say your old nickname nearly makes tears rush to your eyes, but you refuse to let something so childish happen during your first few minutes at your new workplace.

“So… you know each other?” Steve interrupts your trance, and both you and Javier look over at your partner who’s evidently confused by your familiarity and longer-than-necessary stares.

“Why are you here?” Javier questions you as if Steve never spoke. You look back at him, seeing his gaze glitter with a hint of concern at your random presence. You want to tell him to cut the protective and sympathetic shit out, but you also want to wrap your arms around him and let him comfort you.

“I work here, now.” You say the words more firmly than necessary. Javier’s brow lifts, and you swear you can see a hint of horror in his expression. “As an agent.”

Javier’s head snaps to Steve, and he gives him an accusatory glare. “You didn’t tell me we were getting a new partner, Murphy.”

Steve shrugs. “It was last-minute.” Javier exhales deeply, closing his eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose and leans back in the chair of his desk. You feel an ache in your chest, detecting that he’s displeased at your presence. You let it fuel the angrier side of you as you cross your arms over your chest indignantly. “That won’t be a problem, will it, Peña?”

Upon hearing Steve’s words, Javier looks up quickly, his eyes falling on you as he shakes his head. “No, Murphy, it won’t. I just… I would’ve liked a warning, at least.” Javier stops, and his eyes continue to watch you as Steve pushes a vacant desk over to the cluster of two where Javier sits. He maneuvers it so that it splits the end of his and Javier’s desks, placing you in almost a mediator position. It’s just as close to Steve’s as it is Javier’s, which you feel grateful for at the moment. Still, there’s a small part of you that yearns to be even closer to Javier to make up for all the years you’ve endured without him.

You scoff to yourself at the thought. Endured. Javier’s absence was torturous, indeed, but it was mainly because of his stinging rejection that had made you question so much about yourself. He’d taken your vulnerable heart in his hand, provided it with the most love and comfort you’d ever felt before, and then ran it through with the sharpest of knives, leaving it to bleed back in your own chest. And now, he’s staring at you as if that never happened, as if he can’t understand why you haven’t run over to him and embraced him yet.

What a cocky bastard. The Javier you knew—rather, the one you thought you knew—would never be like this.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Steve warns you, gesturing with his thumb back to the hallway you just came from. “Messina wanted to see you.”

You nod, unable to produce words thanks to your racing thoughts as you file into the hallway behind him. Though you’re faced away from him, you can feel Javier’s gaze burning into your back, and you bite your lip to keep yourself from looking at him. You’re still unable to process the fact that it’s him, and that you’re going to have to get closer to him again whether you like it or not.

Maybe one of the things he said that night had been true: your paths really did collide in the most unexpected of ways. Is it a good thing? You’re not sure. You’re not sure if you’re even ready for that answer yet.

The brief meeting with your new boss feels like a blur, and while you’re able to hold together your professionalism and understand the things you’re being informed of, your mind never leaves the man who’s waiting for you back in the office. You’re proud of the way you can compose yourself despite the storm that’s raging within, like a feral animal being caged and managing not to fight its way through fragile iron bars. You tell yourself you can keep it up once you’re heading back to where you came from, but you’re not sure if you can.

So much has happened since Javier walked out of your life, and you’re sure it’s been the same for him—and, despite how hurt you’ve been by him, you still feel attached to him. You want to know about his life because you still care for him. He’d mangled your heart, yet it still belongs to him, and you know that. It’s just what makes everything shittier, because you know he doesn’t feel the same way. How could he, if he’d walked so easily out of your life and never even tried to come back? Javier’s never been one to leave things to fate, so it’s not like he’s been waiting for a miracle to see you again. If he had, he wouldn’t have tried to marry one of your high school friends or started a brand-new life in Colombia without so much as a phone call to let you know.

Shit. It’s gonna be a goddamn fight to keep this animal caged.

When you get back to your desks, Javier’s gaze snaps up from his previous work straightaway, falling on you naturally. You avoid his eyes, knowing they’re a trap that’ll drown you back in the feelings you can’t give in to right now. Steve announces that they’ll catch you up on everything they’ve got so far, and so all you have to do is sit in your chair as they tell you names, places, faces, whatever the hell they’ve managed to scrape up and what they can do with it all—which is not much, right now. They talk about the tip lines and how unproductive they are but encourage you to just deal with it for the time being.

While in the midst of a rant about a time they ended up visiting a complete setup, Steve suddenly gets cut off by the ringing of his phone. He picks it up and answers, and your gaze falls to your thumbs as they play with each other in your lap. You refuse to look up, knowing who you’ll have to face if you do. You’ve been doing so well, and you’d hate to ruin it so fast. Your gaze only raises once again when you hear Steve hang up his phone, and you look to see him gathering his things.

“I hate to do this, but I gotta run,” Steve announces, looking between the both of you with a guilty expression. “Connie’s getting called in for something, and she needs me to watch Olivia.” Upon seeing your confusion, Steve gives you a clarification. “That’s my wife and adopted daughter.”

You nod, lifting your brow in an attempt to alleviate his guilt. “Don’t worry, Steve, it seems like not much is happening around here, anyway.”

Steve scoffs in agreement, grabbing his keys and stalling immediately after. He looks at them and then back at you. “Shit. Your stuff.”

You make a move to stand up, intending on going with him. “I can just—.”

“I got it, Murphy.” Your head snaps over to Javier upon hearing his interruption, and he’s already risen from his chair to walk over to Steve. “We’ll put it in my car, and I’ll bring her back when we’re done here.”

“You sure?” Steve seems almost dumbfounded, as if this is something extremely out of the ordinary for Javier. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. It probably is.

“Yeah. Now let’s go before Connie calls back asking where the hell you are.”

Steve chuckles, shaking his head as they walk down the hallway towards the exit. You sit in a panicked heap at your desk, staring blankly into its metallic surface as you try to determine how you’re going to keep yourself composed once you’re alone with Javier. Your fingers bounce on your thigh as your other hand runs over the crook your neck, a typical nervous habit of yours. The thoughts in your mind run so fast that you can’t keep up, and before you know it, his voice is breaking everything up again.

“You alright, bella?” Javier’s voice, while still rough, is softer than it’d been even just minutes before, and you watch him as he sits back in his chair and leans towards you. His dark gaze never leaves you. I wish he never left me.

You curse your thoughts mentally, instead forcing a small smile on your lips. “I’m fine. Just… adjusting.”

Javier raises an eyebrow at you. Your fingers begin to tap against your thigh again, and your hand slides back and forth over your neck. “You’re doing that thing.”

“What thing?”

“Your nervous thing.” He gestures to your neck and thigh with his head. Your mouth nearly falls open at that. You didn’t expect him to remember things like this anymore. You were sure he’d long since forgotten about you—but things like this are starting to make you think otherwise. “Are you nervous?”

You shrug. “Sounds like a lot of shit’s happening down here.”

“Not at the moment.”

Your lips make a thin line as you try to ignore the awkward tension swimming around due to both your inabilities to address the elephant in the room. “Well, that’s good, I guess.”

“No. It fucking sucks.”

“Oh, yeah, well—sorry about that.”

Javier stares at you blankly for a moment before the corners of his mouth start to twitch up. He lets out a curt laugh, shaking his head as he runs his hand over the back of his neck. “Dios mío, bella, relájate. You know me.”

You feel your anger begin to bubble up as you furrow your brow at him. “Do I?”

Javier’s eyes widen a bit, and you resist the urge to flinch at the shock and hurt his gaze reveals. “What do you mean?”

A crude chuckle leaves your lips as you cross your arms. “Javi, you’re acting like it hasn’t been almost twenty damn years since I last saw you, after leaving off on the worst of terms.”

Javier doesn’t respond at first. He only begins to look around nervously, as if he’s scanning the area for potential eavesdroppers. He then rises from his chair, beckoning you to do the same. “Let’s have this conversation somewhere else.”

You oblige, feeling more than glad to be getting the freedom to give Javier a piece of your mind. No, you chastise yourself. You can’t do that. You have to stay calm. But, after the hell you’ve lived in ever since he walked out of your life, how can you possibly do that? Everything went to shit after he left, and he never even checked back in to see if you were okay. It’s not his fault, but for some reason, you put a lot of the blame on him. Unfairly.

Your mind runs through all of this as you follow Javier to his Jeep, trying not to think about the times he’d opened the door for you that night. Once you’re both sitting inside, your mind envisions him holding your hand in his, and you shake your head to try and get rid of it. As soon as Javier starts pulling away from the building, he wastes no time continuing where you’d left off.

“So, you never thought about me all this time?” There’s a pained tone to Javier’s voice, and you feel a quick pain in your chest upon hearing it. “Is that why you’re saying you don’t know me?”

“No, Javi, you idiota. That’s just the problem—I have. A lot. But have you? Because it really seemed like you didn’t even want to remember me when you left that day.”

You see Javier’s jaw clench, but he remains silent for a few minutes before speaking again. “I was young and stupid then. I didn’t mean what I said, bella.”

You bite back a harsh remark requesting not to be called that, knowing it’s just second nature for him—a word with completely detached meaning. “If you didn’t mean it, then this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen you since that night.”

Javier’s hands tighten around the steering wheel, and you watch as his knuckles go white. “Well, you haven’t made much of an effort to see me, either.”

You scoff at his words, looking at him with widened eyes. “Because I thought you never wanted to see me again! What the fuck did you expect me to do? Beg for you to forgive me for being honest? You broke my fucking heart, Javier.”

Javier’s shoulders tense at that, but you’re too angry to read further into its meaning. Your gaze has now switched to the window, and you continue to look out and breathe in tempo with the bounces of the Jeep over the uneven Medellín streets. Javier’s silence is deafening, and you’re almost relieved when he speaks again to break it. “I never wanted to.” His words sound like they’ve been choked out, and it almost makes you tear your gaze away from the window. “I know it won’t mean much now, but… I’m sorry. I’m real fuckin’ sorry.”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from forgiving him on the spot. Those are some of the few words you’ve been craving to hear from him ever since he left, but you can’t give in that easily. There’s just too much he hasn’t addressed yet—things that you know and things that you don’t. He has to realize it’ll take time. So, once you compose yourself and take a deep breath, you speak to him again. “I appreciate it, Javi. But you have to know, we can’t go back to the way it was.” You finally look back over at him, trying to ignore the way his eyes are glossier than usual. “Maybe… maybe we can get there, but it’ll take time and work. Since we’re partners now, we have to be willing to do that. Especially for Steve’s sake.”

Javier nods right away. “I’m more than willing if you are.” He pauses as he arrives to the building, pulling into the small driveway and parking the Jeep before looking over at you. “You may not believe me, but I’ve really missed you, bella.”

You offer a small smile, trying to ignore the rush of feelings you gain from his words. “I’ve missed you too…” you trail off, hesitating before reaching into the depths of your strength to utter the last word, “… cariño.”

Javier’s eyes light up a bit at the sound of his familiar nickname, and he gives you a smile similar to your own before he steps out of the Jeep. You do the same, allowing him to help with a piece of luggage as he shows you to your apartment, which—lucky for you—is just down the hall from his. “Did Steve give you your key?” he asks, and you nod as you pull it out of your jeans pocket and show it to him. Javier gives a nod of approval, watching as you unlock the door and step inside. He sets the luggage down near the doorway, freezing in place after he does so. “I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow.”

You stop to look at him, nodding in response. Javier lifts his hand to offer an awkward wave before he steps out, closing the door behind him. You release a breath you haven’t realized you’ve been holding, and you find yourself plopping down onto the nearby couch. As you look around your new home, a wave of overwhelming feelings sweeps over you, and your face falls into your hands. You have a brand-new place to get used to, Escobar’s missing at large, and the man you still love is right down the hall, and he’s one of your new partners.

Maybe the true shitshow’s just getting started.

chapter 2

translations:

Dios mío, bella, relájate = My God, beautiful, relax

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louisapennyfeather2021 · 4 years

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Can you do a newsies JoJo x reader where JoJo was self conscious bc all the other boys thought he was a pushover, so the reader comforts him

I did it! I finished this before Friday! Successfully, I think!

Anyway, here is a nice little Jojo x reader fic!

Reader is referred to in They/Them pronouns.

Warning: just the Newsies doing something really dumb.

A/N: I wrote this in about an hour because I have not a lot of school work(unless we're talking about updating Welcome to Camp. Then I have tok much school work and very little inspiration)

***

"Betcha won't do it!"

"C'mon, Jo, ain't gonna be that bad!"

"You ain't scared, are ya?"

"'Course I'm not!" Jojo huffs, briefly narrowing his eyes at Ike as he silently mocks Jojo before him and the others start cackling again.

"I can give ya a pass out, but it'd cost ya." Race jabs his elbow into one of the other fellas, keeping up a cool exposure. While the others keep on laughing, Race gives Jojo a look. It's the look Race always gives him whenever the other guys try to get Jojo to do something. Race is no stranger to antagonizing and teasing, but it's no secret that he's willing to keep his really close friends from doing something that makes them too uncomfortable. No Newsie purposefully oversteps boundaries, but there are a few like the twins who just don't know where the boundary line is.

"It's just a bet, 'less you're too scared you'll get stuck!" Mike grins. Of course, his outlandish bet has something to do with climbing a fire escape and then jumping to try and swing on a lamp post.

"I told ya, I ain't scared!" Jojo snaps, clenching his jaw before stalking towards the fire escape. He climbs it, focusing on the fellas cheering and laughing still as a distraction. Jojo gets to the platform level with the top of a lamp post and he clenches his fists. It's just one of the posts outside the lodge, but for some reason it seems miles away.

"Don't chicken out now, Jo!" One of the guys yells from below. Jojo, despite the feeling in his stomach telling him to stop, squares his feet, takes a deep breath, and launches himself at the lamp post.

***

"Of all the idiotic, no brain things ya could'a done, it had to be jumpin' off a fire escape?" Jack shakes his head and crosses his arms.

"Keep your pants on, Kelly. Jo was just tryin' ta get the fellas to shut up." From next to Jojo's bunk, the one and only Y/N of the Manhattan Newsies uses a damp rag to wipe at Jojo's scrapes. They use a cleaner rag to wipe around the huge bump on Jojo's forehead, making the newsie flinch and wince.

"That ain't no excuse, Y/N! He jumped from a freakin' fire escape. The Newsies of Manhattan are many things, but fire escape jumpers ain't one'a them!" Jack paces back and forth, throwing his hands up. Jack mutters to himself while Y/N shares an exasperated look with Jojo. This goes on until Y/N had a bandage around the knot on Jojo's head. Well, it's more like torn fabric from old bed sheets and not a bandage, but it does the job. Jack comes to a stop with his hands on his hips. "They make ya do it?"

"No one made me do anythin'." Jojo mumbles, his head bowed in what can only be assumed as embarrassment. Jack raises an eyebrow at Jojo and stares at him until the boy looks up and huffs. "They bet me, but have me a way out b'fore I did anythin'. S'my fault it happened. Just let it go Jack."

"Uh-uh, no way. I'm gonna go have a chat with the fellas about not makin' each other do dumb stuff that gets ya hurt." Jack storms out of the bunk room and Jojo groans in annoyance. Y/N has to bite back a laugh when Jojo starts trying to rub his forehead and he flinches when he hits his bump.

"Maybe take Race up on his offer on an out next time." Y/N offers with a tight smile. Jojo sends them an unamused look. This isn't the first time Y/N has had to deal with the aftermath of a bet gone wrong with the fellas, specifically Jojo. It just so happens that Jack somehow found out and is now mother bearing out on everyone.

"I ain't gonna look like a baby in front'a the fellas. S'ides, I've been through worse." Jojo mutters. Y/N silently wonders why Jojo keeps putting himself through so much, specifically when it comes to taking bets. Maybe he thinks he's being brave or something. Suddenly Jojo's standing and moving towards the door to the bunk room. "M'gonna go get Jack b'fore he gets too upset 'bout it." Jojo calls over his shoulder. Y/N follows, knowing from experience that Jojo could get dizzy and fall on his face from the hit to his head. Y/N can't figure out how he was so alert when Race brought Jojo into the bunk room. When Race told Y/N what height Jojo jumped from on a bet, Y/N had a panicky feeling that maybe Jojo's head had taken too much damage.

"Slow down b'fore you make yourself sick!" Y/N calls after Jojo. The boy keeps walking, briefly rolling his eyes. Y/N has always tried mothering the rest of the Newsies, although their habit tends to be heightened with their more frequently hurt newsies. To put it simply, Y/N sees a lot of Jojo.

"M'not gonna get sick, i-" Jojo stops at the door of the lodging house. It's cracked open with the warm evening breeze of July giving some relief to the heat of the day.

"- you fellas gotta stop with the bets, someone's gonna get seriously hurt." Jack scolds from outside. He's not too far from the door, but he's not right in front of it.

"Hey, it ain't our fault Jo's such a pushover!"

"Yeah, this wouldn't be a problem if he'd just grow a pair 'nd tell us t' stop!"

"It ain't got nothin' t' do with that. What it does gotta do with is that you guys don't know when t' stop." Jack goes on to scold the fellas even more, but Y/N is more focused on Jojo's deep frown and the way his eyebrows turn up.

He turns quickly and hurries through the lodging house towards the stairs. He skips steps to the top and disappears behind one of the walls. Y/N doesn't follow him, being more focused on the other side of the door. They don't hesitate to grab the metal handle and pull the door open. Jack stops mid-sentence and all eyes turn to Y/N.

"I hope you fellas are happy. Blamin' Jojo instead of yourselves 'cause ya don't wanna take responsibility for your friend gettin' hurt. It ain't his fault you guys tease him 'till he gives in. And don't pretend like this is the first time this has happened." Y/N snaps. They wait long enough to see everyone's bowed heads before they turn around and hurry back inside. They hear Jack make some weird noises before his voice gets louder, asking about how this isn't the first time this has happened. Y/N just shakes their head and hurries up the steps after Jojo.

They don't find him in the narrow hallway, but they do notice one of the windows leading to the fire escape is open. Y/N sighs and hurries over to the window. They peek out of the window before squeezing out of the window. Jojo sits near the railing with his knees pulled up and his arms resting on top of them. He's looking down the alleyway with his cheek on one arm.

"Ya ain't gonna jump again, are ya?" Y/N asks. Jojo jumps and his head whips around to Y/N. He huffs and rolls his eyes before looking at the wall of the building on the other side of the alley.

"Wouldn't dream of it, don't wanna be a pushover, right?" Jojo scoffs and starts picking at his pant leg where his knee bends. Y/N sighs and walks closer to Jojo. They slide down the brick wall of the lodging house until they're sitting next to Jojo, mimicking his position. Y/N picks at their nails as both newsies sit in silence, Jack's voice from occasionally echoing from the front of the building. Y/N snorts a laugh, shaking their head.

"Jack's gonna go nuts once everyone fesses up to all the dumb bets you fellas do." Y/N smiles at the wall across the street. Jojo scoffs quietly, making Y/N sigh. "Ya know, we've told you a lot that you don't listen to the fellas. They just say what comes into their heads and don't think about it."

"Hard t' ignore when they're right." Jojo mumbles.

"They ain't right 'nd you know it. The guys tease at folks 'nd don't stop 'til they get what they want. 'Nd if you don't do it, they tease you more. No crime to tryin' t' get a newsie t' shut up." Y/N briefly leans over to bump their shoulder against Jojo's. Jojo glances over at Y/N and seems to ponder the thought. Y/N huffs and quickly shrugs. "You tryin' tell me it's easy t' get newsies t' shut up."

"We both know that ain't true." Jojo snorts a laugh and Y/N starts laughing. The two laugh for a few seconds before taking deep breaths and relaxing into temporary silence.

"Listen, the fellas don't mean t' be the way the are 'nd we both know it. Just gotta ignore 'em, y'know?" Y/N reaches over and gently shoves Jojo's shoulder. They stand up and straighten their pants before looking down at Jojo. "I'm gonna go do damage control with Jack. Don't stay out here too long, don't need the fellas findin' you and gettin' anymore dumb ideas."

"Will do." Jojo mock salutes Y/N, receiving a half-hearted glare. "'Nd thanks, Y/N."

"S'no problem." Y/N grins before turning to the window and squeezing back inside.

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Talks of Tea, Textiles, and Travel

RP Partner: @jancisstuff Date: 12 June 2020

Jancis Milburga enters the smithy, her arms full of a folded padded robe and box on top. Smiling at the reception, she asked for Chachanji, asks how they are doing, and continues to talk as she walks around the small shop to see what curiousities are stocked this time. The moment Chachanji comes into view she beams brightly.

Chachanji Gegenji || The hammering from below gives a solid hint to where the little Lalafell is, but a chime system set up from the desk to the smithy itself catches his attention as soon as it's rung. It's but a couple moments before the little Lalafell crests the stairs, and - noting who has come to visit - echoes Jancis' bright expression. "Ah, Ms. Jancis! Hallo!"

Jancis Milburga: "Chachanji! Althyk's Joy I am glad to see you again. Letters are nice, of course. Dare say it is a treat. I brought that robe you asked for and some tea from the Pillars. The House Hailenarte dries their own blend that I thought you or when others come to enjoy. May I join you downstairs? Did not have a chance to see your workshop before and it sounds like you were in the middle of a project."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Oh, th' robe tha' we were talkin' 'bout puttin' a linin'a chain mail inta fer protection?" he chirped in curious clarification, stepping forward to offer some assistance to the load she was carrying. "'n a'course ya can! Was jus' fixin' up some'a me own equipment in prep fer any troubles wit our next sub trip. C'mon down! Th' kitchen's down there too, so we can drop off th' tea too!"

Jancis Milburga smiles, thanking him as she hands over the box of tea. Gifts first. Though, at the density of tea within it's a close second to the robe for weight. "Thank you. I would like to hear more how your updates to the ship have gone. Dare say some of the Maelstrom folks I told about it thought I was telling a pub tale at first!"

Chachanji Gegenji takes the box and gives her a big ol' smile as he turns to waddle his way with it back down the stairs. "Oh, sure thin'. Honestly, we didn't get ta do much work wit th' ship thi' time, but tha's 'cuz somethin' more crazy happened. Involvin' storm machines 'n zombie fish men!"

Chachanji Gegenji tries to just get the box of tea up onto the counter but... between the counter being a bit high and the awkwardness of the size of the box, the Lalafell gives up on "the easy idea" after a couple times and patters around into the kitchen proper to put the tea box somewhere safe and dry.

Jancis Milburga looks around, just as curious to take in the kitchen and space as much as his words. She goes around the corner to really look at the size of the cooking area and storage. "Crazy is a small word for either one of those happening alone. I have not heard of such things." Jancis Milburga: "This kitchen is quite different. I will miss working closely around one another when I stay the night and help with cooking."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, ta be fair, I didn't know there was a storm machine 'til talkin' wit ev'ryone afterward," he admitted as he put the box away and turned back to her. "Jus' tha' there was a big ol' storm brewin' when we got there. Had to pull th' ship up onto th' beach 'n then help make levies 'n stuff ta help deal wit th' stormy waters!" He blinks at her comment and looks about the kitchen. "Ah, I 'spose it IS a bit less cozy, huh? Still, it has more space fer more nummy food 'n some more tools ta help-- Chachanji Gegenji: --make it!"

Jancis Milburga apologizes, "I meant it fondly! This is wonderful and you are right. We can make a lot of things. And everyone else who stays here! You build such nices homes, Chachanji." Jancis Milburga: "Especially as Torene grows and wants to help, too. That will be three pairs of hands at least."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, all th' thanks should go ta th' builder tha' th' folks at th' Roadhouse suggested ta me fer when I was thinkin'a makin' some minor changes." A bashful chuckle. "Ended up bein'... a lil' bit more than jus' some minor changes in th' end, though." A scratching at his floof that pauses and his mood immediately brightens on the mention of little Torene. "Ah! How's lil' Torene doin', anyroad? Prolly glad th' weather's warmin' up 'n bein' able ta go 'round outside more?"

Jancis Milburga smiles, "She is well. Alas, the weather does not warm up much in the Pillars. Her uncle gifted her with paints. So she has been enjoying those. She makes the most amazing swirls of colors. You are right, though. Staying elsewhere for the Summer would be nice." Jancis Milburga: "And staying with good friends."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Oh, yeah... 's always so cold up 'round those parts." He shivers a little, his dislike of colder climes shining through a little. He recovers quickly, though. "Well, th' guest room's yers if'n ya guys ev'r want ta come by here," he stated with a nod. "Will need ta see what she's managed ta paint too!"

Jancis Milburga beams, "You would like some of her art?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "A'course! Would love ta see what's she's makin'," he responds with another nod. "Who knows. Mebbe I can get some put up 'round th' place. Give it s'more of a homely touch upstairs."

Jancis Milburga: "I will ask her to make one for you. That is a wonderful idea. Art is meant to be shared. Put up. I will not forget. Forgive me, we were talking about preparing your armor after the seas were too stormy. And purposefully it sounds like. That makes no sense. Save for a sure wind, sailors prefer calm seas."

Chachanji Gegenji chuckles. "'s fine, 's fine," he reassures her with a wave of his hand. "Well, th' place we're tryin' ta get to under th' water has a weather machine 'r somethin' innit, apparently. So - since both times we were gonna take th' sub out th' weather got bad - I started wonderin' if'n somethin' was up. Was thinkin' it was th' kami warnin' us'a th' dangers... but 'pparently could be tha' thin' too. Though we dunno if'n it's bein' used actively ta stop us or jus'... y'know, coincidence." Chachanji Gegenji: "Will hafta see if'n it happens a third time, I 'spose."

Jancis Milburga furrows her brow, "The wavekin being hostile, the weather forced to be the same. Nymeia's Grace, that would be quite the coincidence. And there are little ones involved. You are right to get prepared for the worst while expecting the best." Jancis Milburga: "And you spoke of zombies." Jancis Milburga frowns more.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Yeah. 'n not jus' wit me armor. 'pparently Virara's been down there too... so I figgered I'd see if'n she'd be willin' ta come help," he stated with a nod. "'cuz... yeah. 'pparently some of th' other folks have dealt wit these zombie fishmen 'n never told me." He pouts, it seemed to be a bit of a sore spot for some reason. "'specially considerin' some of th' ones tha' showed up were pretty big! Like... not full Gojirafell big but... still pretty big!" He motioned with his hands in some vague-- Chachanji Gegenji: --attempt to imply how tall they were. Chachanji Gegenji: "... Act'lly, considerin' how many there were durin' tha' storm 'n th' danger they caused ta th' levies 'n stuff... I may'a thought 'bout goin' Big ta try'n distract 'em 'r hold 'em off..." He scratches at his cheek. "'c-course, th' LAST time sea folk saw tha' form... didn't go too well, as ya 'member..." Referring to the boat trip to Kugane. "So... 'm glad we managed ta distract 'em instead wit'out me havin' ta do tha'..."

Jancis Milburga tries to see the invisible measurements he motions on. "Thal's Flame." She swears quietly. Jancis Milburga: "That is true. It could cause others to run into harm out of confusion. Still a good thought, though, when the need is greatest. Or perhaps under the waves, before it reaches the others?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Mebbe..." He seems a bit thoughtful on the subject. Perhaps a couple of situations had come up where he felt going Big might've actually been useful, a bit of a detour from his usual feeling of not using it except in absolute dire emergencies. When it might be too late by that point anyway. "'s... somethin' I'll hafta think on. 'course, usin' it when we're in th' sub or down in th' undersea place we're goin'... might not be such a good idea." An awkward chuckle.

Jancis Milburga smiles thoughtfully, "Sounds like the armor you made for the ship though withstood enough that you did not have to. It was not compromised. You are so aware of others around you. Do you think you could tell the crew or some of them of your abilities?" Jancis Milburga: "I am lucky, I was there figuring it out with you."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I mean... mebbe?" he admitted. "I mean, Ms. Aya is one'a th' folks takin' part 'n she's a good friend." He fidgets, though. "But... mebbe it ain't such a good idea? After all, there's already a lot we're dealin' wit 'tween our goals 'n Ms. Seseka's goals 'n th' Eglantines' goals... 'n tha's ev'n a'fore all th' stuff with th' place we're goin' ta gets added in. What wit th' fishmen zombies 'n th' weather machine 'n whatev'r other gadgets they gots down there..." Chachanji Gegenji: "I... dun really want to add more potential pro'lems 'r distractions ta th' pile."

Jancis Milburga nods, "I have no doubt you know the best approach and the capabilities of everyone with you as much as your own. It is nice to think it through outloud. I like it." Jancis Milburga: "Then the armor."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I 'unno 'bout th' -best- approach," he admits bashfully. "Though... mebbe I should look inta ways ta make sure I dun go big while 'm down there. Mebbe take one'a Tiroro's ol' antimagic potions a'forehand jus' in case..." He cants his head this way and that thoughtfully. And then he blinks. "Oh! Right! Th' armor. Should we get yer robe all chainmail'd up?"

Jancis Milburga squeezes the robe draped over her arms. "I meant yours, but if you wish to look over this now and figure out what would work well for me."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Oooh! Yeah. Me armor should be plenty good down there, 'specially if'n we also have someone like Virara 'round ta help wit zombie-punchin'," he affirms after a bit of an embarassed blush and chuckle. "'n yeah! I can do it now. I haven't needed ta break out me armor as much as'a late so... mosta what I was doin' was makin' some minor adjustments 'n jus' makin' sure it was all ship-shape fer... uh... wearin' on th' ship."

Jancis Milburga: "And in the water I can imagine. That is one of mine concerns with the robe. I practiced wearing armor before and dare admit it is difficult. Especially on my hands or feet.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, hopefully I won't be in th' water itself much at all... th' inside'a th' sub's pretty dry 'n 'm hopin' th' undersea place is too..." He seems a bit less certain on that part. "W-well, 'm sure if'n it's wet there, Virara'll be able ta warn me a'forehand. Will need ta make sure ta ask 'er..." He taps at his chin before shaking his head and returning to the topic at hand. "Ah, yeah, gauntlets can kinda make more delicate finger movements more difficult... so tha' could def'nitely be-- Chachanji Gegenji: a pro'lem if'n ya need ta cast yer magicks 'n stuff..." Chachanji Gegenji: "But if'n it's jus' th' robe, it shouldn't hinder those movements too much. Yer arms might feel a bit heavier but if'n it's still light 'nuff fer ya, it could be somethin' ya jus' get used ta." He cants his head this way and that. "... It might not be a perfect match but... I thin' ya might be able ta try wearin' one'a me chainmail-lined yukata's like a shirt 'n see how tha' feels? Can use tha' ta figger out how much 'r how little chain ta put in th' robe?"

Jancis Milburga tilts her head curiously as she listens, nodding along, echoing his words with agreement. "Virara will." "Pretty dry." She frees one arm to show Chachanji her wraps as they are, sewn in with details and natural charms. "Verily. I do. Or healing work in the field. I have these in case I am disarmed I can still accomplish some conjury. Or if I need to carry someone." She comes closer and looks over the yukata. "Okay. I will try on whatever you like."

Chachanji Gegenji looks over the wraps with wide, surprised eyes. "Whoa. Ya can do stuff like tha' wit these?" He looks up at her with admiration even as she draws closer to look at his own outfit. He shoulders off the outer layer of his yukata and holds it up for her to see. Given his stocky frame - coupled with his further attempts to blur this fact with his clothing - Jancis could probably slip her arms through the sleeves pretty easily. They'd just end just past her elbows, and the coat itself would-- Chachanji Gegenji: --probably come down about her waist. Like he said: it's be like a shirt for her. Chachanji Gegenji || Should she take it, though, she'd note it was actually rather heavy. As if the jacket were sopping wet and pulled down with water weight. It would be hard to tell how many ponze of extra weight it actually had, but might make her wonder how he moves around so freely wearing it. Like some manner of secret, constant heavy armor training!

Jancis Milburga nods, "Yes. It is made of parts of wands. So not able to build as much energy at once, but enough to close wounds or defend myself up within touch." She murmurs, making a small orb of water in her palm then floats it away, showing the limited range as they get a mist of evaporating water showering down on them. She sets down her robe and reaches to take the yukata.

Chachanji Gegenji watches it with that selfsame awe as when she mentioned she could use the wraps to cast the spells. Having a demonstration just confirming how impressive it was to him. "Tha's really impressive, 'n sounds really handy."

Jancis Milburga smiles humbly, unaware of the color on her face. "You are kind to say so." She shifts, failing to heft the yukata first and clearly not ready for the actual weight of it. Still she brings it up to hold against her own shoulders in front and looks at it. Taking it over her tunic, she slides it on, needing some extra lift on the shoulders before getting his yukata on properly. Then she lifts her arms up, spanning out the sleeves. "Thaliak only knows how you move so well in this." Jancis Milburga: "You move as if wearing air. Forgive me, dear Chachanji, this is quite heavy. I would be able to wear this and carry nothing more."

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, well, like I said... could def'nitely go wit somethin' lighter," he explained. "Tha's... um... jus' what I wear. More protection but, a'course, heavier. Ya... kinda get used to it. Honestly, feels weird when I dun have th' lined clothin' on these days." An awkward chuckle. "B-but anyroad, th' idea is ya'd hafta deal wit a bit more weight like tha' - but not nearly as much, a'course. And ya can still move yer hands 'n feet freely."

Jancis Milburga doesn't make a move to take it off, still giving the yellow fabric a thoughtful look on herself. "I see. I can imagine. It is surprising comforting to wear. Like a heavy blanket." She nods, focusing back on his words. "I worried you with a wound to mine torso. Perhaps not the arms, then? Or specifiic areas that are more vulnerable?"

Chachanji Gegenji nods. "Tha' can be done too!" he confirms with a smile. "Dun hafta line th' whole thin'. Could keep th' arms chain-free. Or even jus' th' torso so th' length'a robe below th' waist dun weigh ya down 'r trip ya up... like havin' a lil' chain shirt on at th' same time as th' robe."

Jancis Milburga finally takes off his yukata carefully, handing it back. Her robe has been mended and cleaned since the battle. Stitchwork shows the repairs, but within is a steady thick layer of padding that adds its own weight. Her wound would have been severely worse if not for the padding taking the brunt of the blow as she holds it up and open for inspection. "I also do not know what materials you want to use or what I should acquire." Jancis Milburga: "It comes through, what you mean by asking to do this for me, Chachanji. Much as I do not mean to worry anyone, I understand. It means a lot that you want to protect me."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Hm. Well, we'd want somethin' lightweight but decently strong..." he murmurs thoughtfully. "Titanium is th' material tha' jumps out at me first 'n foremost... buuuut..." He cants his head. "It's a bit pricier 'n not quite as protective but... somethin' like Mythril 'r - better - Mythrite could both protect ya 'n also mebbe help also boost yer magicks? Mythril 'n th' like are like th' softer metals tha' Goldsmiths user fer wands 'n stuff, after all." Chachanji Gegenji finally seems to realize she's still holding out the top of his yukata to him and takes it with a bashful smile and quick-and-quiet apology before putting it back on. Slipping it on as if it were as air, as she had alluded to earlier. And perhaps looking a bit more comfortable again with the familiar weight of it.

Jancis Milburga blinks with clear interest at his words. Somehow more than usual, "Would it be useful to you to work in soft metals as well? Like practice?" Jancis Milburga: "That does sound more ideal if it is something I can perhaps use my robe for, aiding in easing my own wounds, or even spreading over someone. A multiple use tool!"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, th' soft metals 'r def'nitely somethin' I dun work wit as much... 's more goldsmith territory 'n tha's th' part'a smithin' I always had a bit'a trouble wit," he admits, scratching at his floof. "Mythril 'n mythrite are light metals, but they ain't soft... so I can work wit them better'n tryin' ta makin somethin' outta silver 'r gold 'r somethin'. And since it's more like normal metals, it'll give better protection than th' soft metals would." A pause. "Though, I -could- fold in a thin-- Chachanji Gegenji: layer'a soft metal. Would make it a lil' less defensively sound but could also boost yer protection from bad magics. Th' Garleans gild some of their stuff wit gold to magic-proof it, y'know." Chachanji Gegenji: "I wouldn't go tha' heavy, though. Too much 'n it act'lly blocks magic use - which is why th' Garleans use it. No magic ta block so they can lay it on thick."

Jancis Milburga repeats 'light but not soft' and takes in the smith's words, her own look of awe at learning just a hint of what experience had given him to say. "Of course. I have seen other engineers keep it on hand for the magitek equipment that has been salvaged. Dare say having resistance to magic would be equally useful to me. Not so much less defensive as spreading out the capability? A lesser hit is better than full on for me. The wound I received that caused you concern was different." Jancis Milburga: "I was not in melee. Tiergan's mind got compromised by the beast we were fending off and it forced his sword to swing at me."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Mr. Tiergan?" His eyes go wide. The name was familiar, but it had been quite some time since he had encountered the white-haired Miqo'te in question. Still... "Oh man... hope he's akay too..." And there's a worried little frown. "A-anyroad. Given th' circumstances, 'm thinkin' a light layer'a mythrite chain around the torso in th' robe might work best fer ya. Decent protection, a bit'a aether protection, 'n might help bolster yer own aether a lil' when ya cast yer magicks." Chachanji Gegenji: "'n, a'course, if'n it ends up bein' too heavy 'r dampenin' yer magic more than helpin' it... can always take it back out."

Jancis Milburga lowers the robe, looking saddened, "He is well, but was very tough on himself after it happened. He made me a cake when I recovered. It was lovely. Vanilla and chocolate with fruit decorating the top." She nods and echoes his plan of action for her robe. Jancis Milburga: "Would you like me to leave this robe with you in the meantime while I gather supplies or take it with me for now?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "I prolly woulda been pretty upset if'n I had done th' same thin'," he admits. "Well, mebbe not th' cake part. Ya know 'm still not tha' good at cookin' yet." An awkward chuckle. "But... um... y'know what I mean." He scratches at his cheek, taking her segue back to the robe as an out rather willingly. "Oh, ah. Well, I can keep it here if'n ya'd like so ya have less ta carry 'round when ya have th' supplies. But if'n ya still might wanna wear it in th' meantime, ya can take it wit ya too." Chachanji Gegenji: "Would likely jus' be kept in me changin' room until ya got back. Oh! I have a proper changin' room now!" Chachanji Gegenji points off to where that curtained off area had been they had walked past on the way to the kitchen.

Jancis Milburga asks, "Changing room?" Just as he answers and she looks over. "If it will not be useful to you here, I will take it with me." Jancis Milburga peeks in. "This room is only for changing?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Changin', gettin' measurements if'n needed..." He pauses. "Ah! Tha' might be somethin' I'd need th' robe fer. I dun thin' I've gotten yer measurements at any point..."

Jancis Milburga: "I did not think of that. We can do that whenever you wish." Jancis Milburga finds a place to set her robe. The stool. Best spot. Jancis Milburga opens the curtain and nearly walks into Chachanji, shuffling to a stop. "What must I do?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, well, we can do tha', sure," he agrees. "Tha's us'lly what we need if'n I'm makin' a full piece from scratch. But since I'll be linin' th' robe, it's not as important... though havin' th' measurements can make sure it all sits right 'n I can make some minor adjustments ta th' robe as well in th' process so it all hinders yer movement as lil' as possible."

Jancis Milburga smiles. "Thank you. Being made just for me. I am not sure how to express how happy I feel." She heads back into the changing room, leaving the curtain open. "This is almost like someone getting measured for a dress like in a book."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Which... given yer need ta move 'round fer spells 'n fer helpin' th' wounded... 's prolly a good idea," he admits quietly, rubbing at his chin. Before realizing Jancis has already gone back in to get said measurements. "Ah, w-well, 's fer th' same sorta purpose, right?" he admits as he follows and goes to grab his tape measure and something to write the numbers down on. "Needs ta make sure ev'rythin' fits right. Whether fer lookin' pretty or fer makin' sure yer armor protects ya properly 'n-- Chachanji Gegenji: --doesn't get in th' way!" Chachanji Gegenji: "Anyroad, le's get you all measured up 'n we'll be good ta go!"

Jancis Milburga smiles at you.

#ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv rp #rp logs #jancis #chachanji

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honeymoonjin · 5 years

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makin’ monet - jungkook

A/N: requested by @xilee-reaper. Jungkook’s interest is peaked when his roommate Taehyung has a collection of fake classic paintings. 2.2k words.

“O Week, baby!”

Jungkook ignores Tae’s cheer as he pokes around his room. Tae had only been in this student accommodation for three days, but his stuff was already all over the place.

Tae had always been a collector; no matter where he went, he was always picking up trinkets and memorabilia like he was a magnet for it.

Now, it seemed, his new obsession were these tiny little canvas squares, painted as miniature imitations of famous paintings. Jungkook picks one up, a mock-up of Monet’s Water Lilies that is accurate down to the smallest detail. There’s no name on the bottom, just a tiny black set of initials.

“God, where did I leave the slides?”

Tae has been rooting around his room for the better part of half an hour, getting ready for a campus party that only he wanted to go to, yet somehow was the one that was now an hour late for, and Jungkook was forced to endure the unpleasant experience of Tae going through every single clothing article to try and find the best outfit.

Jungkook was just in a white t-shirt and worn jeans, but that apparently was too minimalistic for Tae.

He puts down the Water Lilies and moves on. There are six of them on Tae’s bookshelf, and while they’re good, sure, it seems a little excessive. “Hey, Tae,” he calls out to the man who’s head over heels in his closet, waiting for a muffled ‘yeah?’ before continuing. “These little paintings, you made them?”

Tae emerges ass-first from the messy heap of clothes, triumphantly brandishing a pair of Gucci slides. “Nah, ‘course not, I bought them off Y/n.”

Jungkook frowns. The name’s not familiar. “Y/n? I didn’t know you had a girlfriend?”

Taehyung just scoffs, hopping around on one foot as he puts on his shoes. “I don’t, she’s just a friend. If I spot her at the party tonight, I’ll introduce you two.”

Well aware of Tae’s habit of saying things with no intention of actually doing them, Jungkook just hums in affirmation and leaves the paintings on the shelf, itching to finally go out.

The girl, Y/n, apparently wasn’t at the party. Maybe she was, but Taehyung just forgot to introduce her. Either way, the loose end was bothering Jungkook more than he expected. Why was he so curious about this girl? He tried to picture what she was like. Chances are she wasn’t that much like Tae. All of his friends always seemed way different from him, Jungkook included, as if he wanted to be the Regina George of his friend groups at all times.

That did leave a lot of possibility, though, and he found himself asking Tae more and more about this mystery girl, curiosity eating him alive.

She was studying engineering like Jungkook, apparently, so perhaps she was like those cold, logical, hard-ass women he had seen in his classes, but her paintings would suggest otherwise. Tae also mentioned he often hung out with at her place, and she had an impressive collection of videogames that ‘even you would be jealous of, Kook’. So perhaps she was an anti-social nerd that sat on the couch for hours with a controller and a bag of Cheetos, but then Tae never had any interest in hanging out with people that had no interest in hanging out with him.

The more he found out, the less he knew.

Now, Jungkook sits in his first computer lab of the semester. Engineering was a pretty massive discipline, no matter what university you were at, and the giant lecture halls were so packed that you couldn’t really make a lot of friends and get to know people, but there were so many timetable streams of computer labs that each one had broken down to about twenty-five people.

Next to him is a guy with boxy, unflattering glasses, the ones you could never imagine anyone actively choosing to wear, and he seems too plugged in to some anime with extremely endowed women to want to talk to Jungkook.

The seat next to him is vacant when the class starts, but ten minutes in, one of the doors opens and a girl slips in. At first Jungkook assumes she’s in the wrong room, because she looks nothing like the other hundred or so engineering students he had seen so far.

She’s so short she has to go on tiptoes to glance over the computer screens and find a spare seat, wide eyes lighting up on the space to Jungkook’s right.

“And why are you so tardy, madam?”

She pauses in her scurry towards his desk and stares at the lecturer, who is crossing his arms over in an unconvincing show of dominance. “Because I didn’t get here in time,” she answers matter-of-factly. “Don’t let me interrupt you.”

Jungkook can’t help but quirk his lips into a grin at that, but once she turns back to his direction, he quickly hides it behind his hand, coughing lightly.

The computer lab is hard, way more complicated than anything he had done in high school, and he’s so focused on putting in the right commands that it takes him another twenty or so minutes to look up from his monitor and notice the girl next to him.

He rubs the tiredness from his eyes and stretches back, glancing over at her screen. He pauses, arms still stretched out in the air behind him. “You’ve already finished?” he asks incredulously.

She looks up from where she’s scribbling absentmindedly on a piece of graph paper and stares at him. Once she processes what he said, her eyes widen in realization. “Oh, yeah, I checked it out last night and it was kinda easy, so I figured I’d just do it then.”

Ignoring the fact that he felt a little stupid for struggling so much, he sits up in his chair properly and swivels to face her. “Why are you here, then?”

She grins cheekily and cocks her head to the lecturer’s desk, where he’s overseeing the lab like a sergeant. “The general ambience, you know.”

Jungkook laughs, eyes glancing down for a moment. He blinks a couple times and realizes that her scribbles are actually quite good, and in fact familiar. “Café Terrace at Night?”

She cocks her head at the sudden change of topic. “Huh? Oh, right! How did you know?” She sighs. “I’ll be honest, I’m a little sad that I couldn’t pass it off as my own.”

Computer lab forgotten, he begins swaying back and forth on his chair lazily, bumping knees with her every swing. He notes with a little burst of happiness that she makes no attempt to move away from the contact. “I saw a Van Gogh recently. Not a real one, though,” he adds quickly upon seeing the impressed look on her face.

Wait a minute. He glances down at her half of the desk again and sees a haphazard pile of textbooks and refill she had brought in with her. On the spine of Introduction to Mechanical Engineering is the name Y/N, in sharpie-d all-caps.

His mouth falls open in a perfect o, and he points dumbly at the textbooks. “You’re Y/n!”

She bites on her lip, glancing back and forth between her books and him. “Yeah?”

“My friend, Taehyung, he’s got a bunch of your paintings in his dorm room.”

Her eyes brighten in realization. “Ah, Kimmy! Small world, huh.” She glances down at her drawing, eyes distant and unfocussed. She takes a deep breath and looks back up at him, twiddling her thumbs. “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in buying one?”

Jungkook tips his head. “Buying one?”

She frowns, and Jungkook can’t help but stare at her delicate pout. “Well, I’m not giving them away for free! They take hours of hard work and I-”

“That’s- That’s not what I meant,” he clarifies hurriedly, “I just didn’t realize you were, like, selling them selling them.”

Her pout tips up into a soft smile, and she raises her eyebrows in good humor. “Well, this is the first time we’ve met, so it’s unsurprising that you don’t know everything about me.” She pauses. “In fact, I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh! Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Well it’s nice to finally meet the man Kimmy has never once mentioned,” she jokes. When Jungkook furrows his brows and looks a little put out, she laughs and pushes him a little on the shoulder. “I’m just messing with you, idiot! He talks about you all the time. Kookie, right?”

He flushes at the embarrassing nickname but nods in assent.

“Anyway, I used to just make the paintings as a hobby, but I’ve been in a little…financial strife recently, so I’m trying to use them as a little extra income.”

Jungkook sobers. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

Y/n laughs again, and the joyous tone causes something to spark in Jungkook. “Oh, no, no, don’t be sorry. I’m just being dramatic, I guess. I let my bunny out of the hatch, and he chewed the cord of my roommate’s headphones. They were pretty expensive ones, so now Yoon’s taken mine hostage until I can save up enough to replace them.” Her gaze turns inward, and she sighs. “Although now I can’t game without him biting my head off about the volume.” She clears her throat and shrugs, cheering up again. “Anyway, if you don’t want to buy one, that’s all good, just thought I’d ask.”

Jungkook leans back in his chair slightly and tips his head back, shaking his hair out of his face. He’s pleased when he sees her swallow and stick her tongue out subconsciously to wet her lips. “No, I’ll buy one,” he counters, “anything to help out with a fellow gamer’s plight.”

Maybe the subtle plug wasn’t so subtle, but her face lights up nevertheless. Over the remaining fourteen minutes of the lab, Jungkook’s computer eventually goes to sleep, as they spend the whole time discussing which servers had the best graphics, and how many times it took them to beat a final boss.

Once the clock strikes ten to the hour, almost all of the students rush to log off and gather their stuff, but Jungkook is in no hurry. Y/n is hunched over his outstretched arm, writing her number on his hand with a pen.

The tickle of the pen sets his nerves alight, but it’s nothing compared to the warmth of her hand keeping his steady, and the wrist resting on his as she wrote. He laughs to try and distract himself from just how much his heart was racing from her close proximity. “I said Tae would put me in contact with you! Don’t you trust me?” he teases.

“I don’t trust Kimmy,” she counters immediately, not looking up until she underlines her number twice and puts an exclamation mark. She tucks her pen away in her pencil case and starts packing up her things. Although he has a class next and should probably hurry up, Jungkook just sits back in his chair and observes her. “You can tell him a million times and he’ll still forget, and I’m not putting my business on the line for his flaky ass.”

He chuckles, and absentmindedly his thumb rubs over the ink on the back of his hand. “You’re quite bossy, you know that?”

She grins at him, kicking him lightly in the shins. “And you’re a terrible flirter!”

“If you noticed I was flirting, then I must have been doing it right,” he counters. “Is it working?”

She kicks him again, but her cheeks heat up. “I gave you my number, didn’t I?” She glances at the clock and bites her lip. “Ah, I’m late for my physics nap. Dammit.”

“You’re what?”

She hoists her backpack on, and answers as he gets up hurriedly and stuffs his things away. “If you get to physics early enough, you can get a seat at the back, and Professor Namjoon can’t see you sleeping.”

He scoffs, finally picking up his bag and joining her as they left the classroom together. He doesn’t have the luxury of sleeping in class, and his is in the opposite direction to the way she’s leading him, but he doesn’t want to part ways just yet. Maybe he can skip, just this once, and get Jimin to give him his notes. “I apologize for keeping you up past your bedtime, chief.”

She snorts out her nose but manages to keep her face impassive. “At least you know your place, young grasshopper.”

“We’re the same age!”

“Kimmy’s older than me and he still knows I’m the boss.”

“Sorry, but you’re going to have to earn my sworn fealty. I’m not a loyal puppy like Tae.”

She raises an eyebrow at him. “You’re quite bossy, you know that?”

He laughs at his words from earlier being thrown back at him. “Only to pretty girls.”

She blushes but forces an unimpressed look on her face. “So, there are others, huh?”

Jungkook shakes his head in bemused disbelief, making a note to himself to thank Tae for buying the photos that started all this. He stares at her while she’s making a point of doggedly avoiding his gaze. They had only just met, sure, but there was something about her that made his heart beat faster, and he desperately wanted to explore that feeling. “Not if you don’t want there to be.”

Read the sequel!

#bts fic #jungkook x reader #bts au #bts imagine #bts x reader

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onepunchmiss · 5 years

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OPM s2 e9 Live Blog

“The Troubles of the Strong”

GOSH DANG 2 HOUR COMMUTES FROM WORK I woke up at 4am just to get to work early specifically so I could leave early I could watch this episode sooner because THIS IS THE EPISODE IVE BEEN WAITING FOR FOREVER OK Ive just been vibrating at my desk all day fluctuating somewhere between ‘awerstdyfcvgbjhkn’ and ‘SADFVYNTBGVRFCE’ IM NOT mentally or emotionally prepared so WITHOUT FURTHER DELAY IMMA WATCHHHH

as always I’m watching from the perspective of someone who is up to date on the Web comic and Manga

“I know that head” *Immediatley cuts to opening theme* I SCREAM i wasnt expecting that nor am I prepared to see Zombieman not even the same 2 pictures of him that ive seen all season help my stomach is in knots and i cannot

asdfghjkl I can tell already this live blog is gonna be SOOOOO BIAS just cause IM WAITING for THE THING annd the rest is great and all but I CANT FOCUS ON ANYTHING Im really not gonna do the episode over all justice im sorry sdfghjk

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I CALLED IT IT WAS SONIC THE DOODLE WAS SONIC i was holding my breath cause I knew there was a VERY SLIM CHANCE it would be Z but i felt it in my gut It would be sonic uhg phew ok not dead yet

lol Bakuzan stopping mid boast and just screaming dude you should’ve known then and there to quit oh my god the music is SO excessive right now I’m very distracted it better be part of the gag… or not ok

Saitama just casually explaining stuff I love him so much sweetheart,,, pft “I was bored”, honestly I just appreciate how anime captures the beats every time Saitama delivers a line like that, we expect it but it never fails to make me cackle. Also, “that kind of strength should be illegal” he says to SAITAMA yeah ok

OH!!!! GENOS BB stop getting obliterated please Dr. Kuseno is old what are you going to do when you can’t rely on him for repairs and EYYY Shout out to Atomic, Tatumaki, Flash, and King for the cameos. Genos, are you really underestimating your Sensei like that?? Are you the real genos?????

OH MY GOD DID THEY JUST GIVE SUIRYU A SAITAMA FACE WHAT IS THIS CURSED IMAGE

ok in all seriousness Suiryu’s voice actor is killin it like I legit feel bad for they guy getting dragged by Saitama, U hav my respect Suiryu I still might not like you all that much but damn u makin me feel that character development

THIS IS SUCH A CUTE FACE

guys I love saitama so much be still my heart it hurts ;-; this scene chouldne be as heart warming as it is right now hhhhhhhhhhh

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PRISONER PRISONER FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFSDGFSDGS I FORGOT U WERE GONNA SHOW UP I HAVE AN ODD LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR CHARACTER BUT GD ARE YOU ENTERTAINING AS HELL HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYOU BIG HAPPY IDIOT IM SCREAMING IM SO CONCERNED OH MY GOD THEY SHOWED THE BUTT RINGING I FEEL SO CONFLICTED AM I EXCITED?? SCARED?? PROBABLY BOTH

ok ok ok ok ok ok ok so now that the tournament is officially over I know theres still a lot to cover this ep before Z???? BUT my bloodpressure WILL NOT CALM DOWN cause WHAT IF they do thingS OUT of ORDER IM ON HIGH ALERT HIGH ALERT WHAT IF I DIE

OH HI KING HELP IM HAVING ANXIETY YOU KNOW HOW THAT BE RIGHT MY DUDE aw omg how are they both so cute looking right now??? WAIT also that was a smooth transition from Saitama Face™ to serious face woah ?? You know, with all that talk I wonder what the end game is for Saitama? Like, will the series end seriously or on a joke? He gonna find a real challenge or will it somehow be another one-punch? I am completely undecided tbh…

...i wanted king to finish saying “daze” so badly right thereu said yare yare plz give me the meme plz Ok the way Saitama keeps saying ‘Kinggu’ is weirding me out also ng is great and this is very nicely drawn

...plussireaditinamanga… PFFFTTT the VOICE ACTING-- King is such a good friend for Saitama really thank goodness for him ASDFGHJKL THE WHOLE REST OF THE EXCHANGE IS SO GOOD ‘OK JERKOFF’ im d y i n g

I MISSED YOU PLZ COME BACK TO THE REGULARLY SCHEDULED BEING A LIL SHIT PLZ UR BEAUTIFUL also the king movements on the bike looked pretty neato

OK Honestly though why does no one know what the Hero Hunter is supposed to look like?? How is that not common knowledge among heroes by now?????

SCREECHING IM SCREECHING THE SECOND MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THIS EPISODE (i hope???? its running kinda late and I’m worried???????) THE NINJAS THE NINJA DUO ITS THEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM theyre so pretty i cri ????

OK MONSTER WIND LOOKS REALLY COOL I DIG I DIGGGG also I REALY dig the ominous music and as this scene is nearing its end MY HEART IS POUNDING HELP

MARSHALL GORILLA IM HYPERVENTILATING AND SCREAMING AND MY PALMS ARE SWEATING ARM SPAGHETTI HELP MY EYES ARE WATERING TOO

my hands are shaking as im typing and i cant stop laughing nervously and my through is dry this is NOT NORMAL typing is hard im afraid to push play im afraid

its been 5 minutes i cant push play i cant

I MADE A MISTAKE THEY DIDNT SHOW THE OTHER HEROES FIRST HES ON MY SCREEN I CANT STOP MY LEGS SHAKING I BREATHE

tfw ive been just mumbling oh my god oh my god nope nope nope for 10 minutes help help help nope

hes on my screen but i cant push play i cant open the tab i cant

everything is so much easier if i didnt FEEL but I have FEELINGS \

I cant even look at him i cant hes too perfect help

30 minutes i can breathe but like shaking ???? ???

ok it only took 45 minutes alright ok ok ok open the tab and PUSH the BUTTON

I lied it took an hour i still cant look at the screen im gonna die this man will be the death of me I CANT GO 2 SECONDS WITHOUT PAUSING AND SCREAMING WHY CAN I REREAD THE CHAPTER OVER AND OVER BUT CANT LISTEN TO HIM FOR 2 SECONDS WHY

OK im gonna start counting how many times I’ve paused from now on its been AT LEAST 8 so lets start there.

11 long pause his voice im crying his face

13 just look at him I cant my stomach

14 “DRAT” help me

15 i keep switching tabs but cant push play again oh no

18 I just noticed he definitely has eyebrows here asdfghjkl

NO COME BACK TORTURE ME SOME MORE WITH YOUR PERFECT GENERAL PRESENCE that was the most exhausting 1.5 hours asdfghjkl what if they dont make a season 3 what if I never see him in motion again what if i just die

OH MY GOD DRIVE KNIGHT MY MYSTERIOUS SON THANK YOU I CAN BREATHE DISTRACT ME PLZ

WAIT

DESTROCHLORIDIUM I CANT HANDLE THIS EPISODE I JUST REALLY CANT I JUST AND THE HEKKIN CAPTION HE GOT A BAD CASE OF THE RUNS AND OMFG MY FAVORITE GAROU MOMENT FROM THE MANGA THUS FAR NEXT WEEK I !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i… no recap this week. i think my feelings on the ep are obvious. Thanks for reading and somehow managing to get this far? I appreciate yall so much really. Thank you for following me being nuts as I am. I seriously mean it. I’ll see yall next week with the next with the next episode!

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writingonjorvik · 6 years

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The B Team Druids - Chapter 10 - The Pink Haze

Returning to work was the strangest part of the next few weeks. Moorland felt dull compared to the rides Carrie and her new friends went on. Not always in a bad way, Carrie like returning to the more stable rush around the barn, the waves of tourists and teens a nice break from the weird silence from Raven, Bree’s frantic babbling, and the constant tension between Saoirse and Ari.

They were getting better. Or at least, they weren’t actively seeking out points to fight on anymore. Which was a relief most days, but Carrie wouldn’t have put it past either of them to suddenly launch into a real fight, or start magically jousting, undoing all of the progress they’d made. It just felt like they were on the edge of something serious.

Justin hadn’t come back though, and Carrie was starting to get worried. Saoirse had mentioned that he was likely to become a person of interest to the druids soon, based on a push from the Soul Riders and this Champion, who she hadn’t met. Apparently she was getting some kind of special training up in the mountains on how to control her powers, though the druids didn’t seem to have the resources to help Carrie with her own magic. But they had found Justin, at the Dark Core oil rig, apparently working with his grandfather.

Her side buzzed, bringing Carrie back from her thoughts. She leaned the shovel against the wall and fished out her phone. A text from Saoirse scrawled over the screen “Elizabeth wants us to find answers about your powers.”

Saoirse had been pushing almost every weekend to make it the weekend they went out to test Carrie’s dream powers. Carrie had been pushing it off, wanting to firm up their bonds better before finding answers and having to speak to Jon again. She felt like she was going to let the ghost down, not knowing how to use her powers already. Not that she really needed to prove herself. She wasn’t even the hero he was waiting on.

“Alright. When?” Carrie texted back, pushing her phone into her pocket, hoping Saoirse would handle the planning. She knew Carrie was working right now.

“How abou’ now?”

Carrie jumped, scrambling to wrap her hands on the shovel. She pushed it hard into the ground before turning to look at Saoirse, leaning against the barn door. She snickered for a moment before asking with genuine concern. And tension that Carrie couldn’t place. “Ya alrigh’?”

“Yeah, you surprised me,” Carrie replied, trying not to sound huffy. What was Saoirse doing here? Yeah, they all knew she lived at Moorland, but that didn’t really mean it was ok to follow her here. It seemed like a sort of unsaid boundary about this whole thing, that they didn’t hang out during the week. “What do you mean now?”

“I mean dat Ari, Bree, and Raven are waitin’ outside for ya, and we ough’ to ge’ dis over wid.” Saoirse folded her arms over her chest, waiting.

What was this, some kind of intervention? Carrie pointed the shovel in Saoirse’s direction. “I’m at work, Saoirse. I can’t. We can reschedule--”

“No, we can go now,” Saoirse restated, pushing off the barn wall. “Ya can’ push dis off. We need to find answers. Now.”

Carrie watched Saoirse. The druid looked upset, tired, startled. Carrie leaned the shovel over a bale of hay. “What’s wrong? Why the rush now?”

Tilting her chin across the stable to Ash, Saoirse replied, suddenly very serious, “Ge’ her. Silverglade is under attack.” Saoirse locked eyes with Carrie for a moment, before giving a sharp whistle for Copper. “And we need to know if ya’re makin’ i’ worse.” Carrie turned to look at Ash, the mare snorting back at Carrie before bouncing her head over the stall door.

Carrie didn’t even bother tacking up Ash. She pulled a bridle on and then swung onto the pony’s back. Ash began trotting on as Carrie clipped the reins on, forcing her to give Ash a running mount out of the barn. Outside were four nervous horses, Copper practically throwing himself forward as he waited to get moving. Overhead, Carrie could see a pink glow shimmering beyond the Silverglade Castle.

Saoirse was on the phone as Carrie and Ash rode up. “What is that?” Carrie demanded, pointing towards the lights over the horizon. Clouds were collecting around the glow, slowly blocking out the horizon. Silverglade, Steve’s farm, all trapped in a growing black and pink blot.

“Like, hell,” Ari answered, her streaks struggling between maroon and yellow. Noble was scraping the ground beneath her, his ears pressed back.

“It’s Pandoria, breaking through,” Bree answered. “We saw a little crack open a few weeks ago in Golden, but we didn’t think it was that bad. Now the barrier is sobadthattheycangetthroughin--”

The end call tone was louder than Carrie remembered it being as Saoirse hung up. Saoirse shouted, “Dat was Linda. Alex and deir new friend are headed for Silverglade now, bu’ we need to ge’ in dere and contain i’ for dem, and ge’ any civilians ou’. Let’s go!”

Copper was running before Saoirse even gave him the command. The other three asked their horses on, leaving Carrie and Ash behind for a moment in the dust. Carrie raised her hand to block out the dust, feeling her legs squeeze Ash’s side to ask the mare on, but also to hold on.

Was this really happening? That pink haze was getting closer and closer, suddenly very real. All of it was very real. Her powers, this druids, all of it become ten times realier in Carrie’s mind as she chased after her companions up the road to Silverglade. Saoirse had been so casual walking into that barn. Carrie never would have guessed people’s lives were in danger, not until she saw that haze. Not until she saw the way their horses were straining to go faster. This was real. This was what being a druid meant.

And she was riding towards it.

Saoirse pulled them off road, off by Steve’s and up to the boulevard in front of Silverglade Castle. It was like a fog hanging over the city, with pink energy lashing out in all directions. The fog was spreading and condensing, making it harder to see in, but also giving them less space to work with in the safety of the untouched world.

“Bree, Raven, ya’re ou’ here. Establish a camp, Bree, keep Raven safe so she can work. Move dem towards de castle, I doub’ de Baroness will mind,” Saoirse ordered, pointing towards the castle. The two peeled off from the group, Bree holding the bridge as Raven swung off, untacking Blook to setup some kind of camp.

“We’re goin’ in dere,” Saoirse stated. “Keep close to me, and I’ll try to keep my barrier up around ya. If ya fall ou’, ride ou’, and we’ll go back in on de nex’ run.”

Carrie glanced to Ari. She was nodding, her hands gripped around Noble’s reins. Nervous, but no doubt. Ari must have noticed the look, because she turned to Carrie and smiled. “We’ve got this. Help is, like, on the way.”

“Don’ try anyding stupid. We’re here for search and rescue, dat’s all.” Saoirse looked between them before nodding. Static began to build around them, enveloping Saoirse’s palm.

Why wasn’t someone like Saoirse the leader of this group? She was far more confident in charge like this. Carrie couldn’t imagine giving orders on a battlefield, which is what this was feeling more and more like. The light was building in Saoirse’s palm, but Saoirse looked aggravated at it. A wall of sparks shot out, before crumpling out in a rapid sphere of showering electricity. Saoirse cursed under her breath before trying again.

Carrie looked up at the wall surrounding the city. Where they really doing this? She turned to Ari. “What’s in there?”

“Shadow Seekers, probably,” Ari replied. “They’re, like, these awful little monsters that make you super depressed and stuff. They’re probably chasing after anything that moves. I just hope that’s it.”

Suddenly Saoirse shouted again, “Fuckin’ dere we go.” A wall of crackling energy erupted in front of her. “I can’ ge’ de backside in time, so stay close.” She and Copper began cantering forward towards the haze, Ari following after to watch Saoirse’s back. Carrie took one deep breath in before asking Ash on.

She watched Saoirse slip through the fog, then Ari. She could make out their outlines ahead of her as she and Ash walked towards the fog.

But it hit her like a wall to slip through it.

Carrie put her arms out to brace as she felt herself falling. There was a thud, yet not shot of pain raced through her. Ash was frantic in front of her, and Carrie rocked her head back as she realized the horrible timing of her out of body experience. She pulled herself to her feet, pulling away from her body as Ash stood over it. The mare nudged Carrie’s sleeping form, before slowing trying to push Carrie out of the fog.

Around her, the world was a clashing series of golds and blacks, all chasing purples. Silverglade was a mirage, waving its shape like it was being torn apart. All around her, Carrie could see lights, the outlines of people, her friends brighter than the rest. But brighter than that was the large tears in the world. For a moment, Carrie was afraid of getting closer. This world felt flimsy, like walking through water, unlike all of her previous visits. But as she walked further into the haze, the more she began to see. Villagers running and hiding, screaming as the black blobs got closer.

No, they weren’t blobs, not to Carrie. There was something inside in. Little gremlins with beady red eyes, their bodies coiled up inside a black cloud. She watched one as it got closer, long tentacle like arms began reaching out of the haze, grasping for the villagers and leaving them with black marks over their heads.

“Hey!” Carrie roared it as it cornered a group of tourists. She reached for something to throw, but found nothing. The Shadow Seeker turned towards her, tilting itself as it looked at her.

Make yourself look big, like with a bear, she thought. She raised her arms up over her head, shouting, “Come and get me, you fucker!”

The blob watched her for a moment. Carrie started to smile as she distracted it, watching Ari and Saoirse flit by, carrying a few locals off to safety. She wondered if they had noticed she wasn’t there yet.

Then the creature unfurled is ten oiled tentacles, revealing a sharp beak like mouth inside its ball. It was like staring up at an moving wall, and it was nearly triple the size of Carrie, moving towards her.

“Oh, shit.” Carrie nearly tripped as she pulled herself backwards, launching herself away from the monster as quickly as she could. She could hear it hissing behind her as she ran back towards Ash, before stopping herself. She couldn’t drag this thing towards her body, much less towards all of the innocent people waiting in Raven and Bree’s camp.

She had to stall it.

Carrie started doubling back, looping between walls that the creature couldn’t fit through. When she did, it coiled its tentacles back into itself, forced to contract to the reality of the world. Using this, Carrie kept a few long strides ahead of the monster.

As she started back for the town hall building, she saw a bright light moving into the city. She could make out gold beneath the brilliant unicorn and its rider. A storm brewed around her before a shower of light formed a dome near her. Carrie took a guess that this was Alex. And as the air in her lungs began to shrivel from outrunning the Shadow Seeker, she rushed for the complete barrier around the Soul Rider.

Alex was talking to the councilman for Silverglade, the man refusing to leave the city before the residents. It was all Alex would do to keep a safe haven up in the middle of town.

Saoirse and Ari eventually found her, leaving a few civilians with her. Alex leaned forward from her saddle. “How many people have you gotten out?”

“Twenty or so, I haven’ been countin’,” Saoirse said, sending out crackling balls of static. Loose unrefined magic. “Bu’ we’ve go’ a bi’ of a loose cannon, so to speak. Did Elizabed tell ya abou’ Carrie?”

“The dream-walking girl?” Alex asked. “Yeah, briefly. You guys were supposed to be testing her powers.”

“Well, she’s doin’ dat now. We think she go’ knocked ou’ by de fog, woke up wid her powers. She’s ou’ here, somewhere, or in her dream world,” Saoirse explained. “I don’ know if her magic is goin’ to pull dose rifts or pull de Seekers, bu’ we need to ge’ dis contained, and we need to find her-- soul.”

I’m right here, Carrie thought, reaching for her phone.

“I have to keep this barrier up,” Alex replied. “Get as many people out as you can and then we’ll work on closing rifts. I’ll try to keep an eye out or something for your friend.”

“Where’s yar friend?”

“She’s getting a crash course in Lightning Circle magic as we speak. Let’s hold this fort until she’s here to start closing those rifts for me,” Alex ordered. Without much hesitation, Saoirse and Ari wheeled around, booking it away from Alex to start getting more people out.

The councilmen inquired, “What can’t you get those rifts closed now?”

“I may have magic, but I can only do so much as once. If I start the ritual to close a rift, I’ll have to put down this shield,” Alex explained, launching a much more concentrated blast of energy than Saoirse’s. It pegged a Seeker, the gremlin shriveling up into a wisp and disappearing. “And I won’t be able to do that. Get inside.”

Carrie looked around. She couldn’t keep hiding here. She knew she was drawing the Seekers. They came after her almost instantly when they spotted her, and even in this barrier, they could sense her. But she knew she wasn’t affecting the rifts. She could feel them, see their magic spilling out, but they were like doorways that had opened in the earth. They weren’t living. Maybe if she could get enough of the Seekers away though, Saoirse could close the rifts. This was her circle of magic. If Alex could do it, so could Saoirse.

Stepping out of the circle of light, Carrie dialed for Saoirse. She could hear the ringing of her friend’s phone through all the other noise, but barely had time to process it as one of the Seekers charged at her. Carrie almost doubled back to Alex, but booked it instead towards one of the alleys to begin ducking and weaving again from the creatures.

The phone kept ringing, until it was fairly clear that Saoirse wasn’t going to answer. Carrie shoved her phone into her pocket, turning to see where she could dodge to next. But as she turned around completely, she realized she’d cornered herself, a Shadow Seeker looming closer to her from behind.

Carrie pressed her back to the wall, looking around for any way out. Silverglade’s walls were pretty flimsy. Maybe she could climb over here? No, no purchase. Of course, the one solid portion of the wall would be right here.

Tentacles slammed into the ground beside her, leaving no trace of their presence. Those were in Carrie’s reality, and they were coming closer. She could feel their magic eeking over her as another lashed forward, and another as the Seeker marched on. One finally grappled her right arm, tugging it forward. Black itch poured through her, the blob roaring, “HUNGRY!” as it began dragging her closer.

The sound of the beak snapping was all too real, all too close. Carrie wrestled to get the tentacle off, only to have another latch on to her legs, forcing her to buckle as she was pulled closer and closer.

She managed to wedge a foot on the bottom of the beak, a hand on the top, but the sharp edges were cutting into her skin. She could feel blood, feeling in this form and feel it on her body. It was cutting through her, and based on the persistence of its constant pushing on her back, it was going to eat her the moment she stopped pushing back on it.

A blur of light whirred through the town. Carrie saw it flit through for a moment from the side of her eye before her attention was back on the Seeker in front of her. It was brighter than anything else she’d seen. It must have been Alex’s friend, their Champion, coming to save Silverglade. Thank god, because she needed that right now as this beak continued to try clamping down on her.

From beyond the houses, the tears began to go out. It was like having the air sucked out of the world, and shoved back into a pocket, before the earth slid back into place. Shadow Seekers were picked off and not replenished. But this one was still here, and it was fighting even harder than ever.

Carrie swallowed as the beak cut skin again. She could feel tears of pain welling, waiting drip out if panic wasn’t so present. Alex or Saoirse had to notice eventually, right? Someone would come help her.

The rifts blinked out. The fog began to fade. But the Seeker was still there.

No one was going to come in time. Not for her. Carrie swallowed hard as she realized that. The black ooze pumped through her skin where the tentacles had grasped her. Dread started to well in her body. That black monster she’d struggle so long to fight, now and in her mind, suddenly was like a tidal wave about to eradicate her.

And then something took over. Something old, deeper than her dreams. A light, boiled inside her, before pouring out of her cut palm like a spring. It pierced through the beak of Seeker, through its cloud and its hidden form, as the light built up stronger and stronger. And then it pulsed out. The light washed over everything, obliterating the Seeker and pushing past to the fog, cutting through the blackness until only the gold shone through, blue skies beyond.

She fell about a foot from where the Seeker had been grappling her. He body was sweating, cut, and bruised, here as much as her physical self, wherever it was. She just knew that was true. But no one was going to drag her dream self back to her body. Carrie shuddered as the spot where the Seeker had been before pushing herself to her feet.

And began limping towards where she’d last seen Ash.

#star stable #star stable online #sso #the b team druids #woj writing

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fanfic-inator795 · 6 years

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Zboneak Oneshot: Second Dates, Second Chances

Plot: They’re certainly on better terms than before... So it’s worth a shot, right?

((Heyyyy, haven’t written one of these in a while! But I’ve had this idea sitting around for a bit, and I’m in a sort of WoY mood after watching the rerun marathon so, here’s just a little something! ^v^

Also, quick note: This could be taken as a semi-sequel to another oneshot, ‘Better’, though you don’t need to read that in order to get this one. All you need to know is that both fics take place after ‘The End of the Galaxy’, Hater’s trying to be a good guy, and he now knows that Syl used to be a thief/bounty hunter. Alright, enjoy!))

It was sort of hard to believe that not only did Hater stop minding whenever they ran into their galaxy’s infamous wandering duo, but he was actually looking forward to their next visit. It was almost as hard to believe as the fact that he ended up becoming the Galaxy’s hero and savior rather than its dictator. Life was weird in that sense... Weird but, not necessarily bad.

Still, some things never changed.

“Heya Hatey! How ya doin’, buddy?!” Wander asked as he gave a nearly bone-crushing hug, “Last I heard you guys were goin’ east! I’m sure you’re makin’ all kinds of new friends and fans, aren’t ya? Ooooh you’ve got tell me all about it!”

“Well I would if you let me get a word in edge-wise!” Hater retorted, rolling his eyes. Still, he didn’t try to throw the nomad off him, or even threaten to zap him. That was certainly progress, both Wander and Sylvia thought, even if there were still plenty of grumbles and yelling from the skeletal lord.

“Oh, of course! Where are my manners?” Quickly, Wander let go and sat down cross-legged, like a child waiting to hear to hear a story. “Alright Hater, the floor is yours, buddy! So tell me all about what you guys have been up to!”

“Fine, fine,” Hater sighed, sitting down as well while Sylvia and Peepers took their respective places next to them, “Just don’t interrupt me every five seconds, got it?!” Wander nodded, and mimed zipping his lips shut.

It actually wasn’t that bad of a conversation. After Hater recounted all of their recent successes - from assisting some of their already owned planets with rebuilding efforts to boost morale, to signing treaties with new planets to induct them into the Hater Empire (which, after Hater’s win against Dominator, most planets were more than happy to sign).

Once he was finished, it was once again Wander’s turn, and he eagerly talked about each and every one of his and Sylvia’s adventures since the last time all four of them ran into each other. From wandering around new planets, to babysitting Drakor and Demurra’s kids, to one of their biggest discoveries ever!

“Wait so, you two just found an old pirate ship floating in the middle of nowhere?” Peepers asked, “And no one was on it?”

“Nope!” Wander answered simply, “Not a soul. Completely abandoned. Though, it must’ve been abandoned pretty recently, since it was still in good shape. It just needed a bit of a spit shine and some love, is all.”

“But isn’t that still weird?” Hater questioned, furrowing his boney brow, “Just finding a ship in the middle of nowhere with no one on it, but it’s not, like, totally destroyed or anything?”

Sylvia shrugged. “Hey, you know what they say, don’t look a gift hufflerumples in the trunks. And trust us, we went above and beyond to make sure no one was missing it.” She gave her best friend a side glance, but Wander just smiled. “But, no one claimed it, so it’s ours now. It’ll be a sort of nice change from orbubbles, at least.”

Hater nodded. “I gues... But I bet my ship could still be yours in a race. And probably has cooler stuff too!”

“I dunno about the last point but, I’m pretty sure ours could outrun your bonehead ship if it had to,” Sylvia smirked, “Heck, I can outrun it, or do you need me to remind you of all the times I did outrun it?”

“Oh shut up,” Hater scowled. But Sylvia just chuckled, still smiling. And, despite himself, Hater smiled just a little as well (though he made sure to hide it).

But, as pleasant and not filled with threats and laser and/or lightning blasts as their visit was, it did eventually have to end. Peepers explained that he had some extra paperwork to go through regarding their newest planet, and Wander added that he promised a few of the Watchdogs that he’d visit with them for a bit too (much to the commander’s annoyance).

And so, there were only two left.

“...So, I guess things have been going pretty smoothly for you, huh?” Sylvia said after a moment, scooting over and closing the distance between the two of them.

“Yep,” Hater nodded, “I haven’t accidentally destroyed or offended anyone at least so, that’s something.” He had also gotten better at staying focused, keeping end goals in mind instead of simply doing what he felt was right in the moment. Though, there were still moments when he’d get distracted or frustrated, or even lose his temper and start throwing out insults. But he didn’t share that part.

There really wasn’t a point in it, after all. Just like Wander always seemed to, he was sure Sylvia already knew these things even if he didn’t tell her. She knew what it was like to try being a good guy after years of being bad...

Sylvia gave him a softer smile, using her tail to pat him on the back. “I’m glad things are working out a little better for you now... After all the work that you’ve put into it, you deserve a little return.”

Hater’s own smile grew as he glanced away, giving a small chuckle. “Heh, yeah. I, I guess so...”

A comfortable silence fell between the two. There was a cool breeze, and the sun was starting to set. It was a familiar sight... Though, as he sat there and thought, Hater could remember a time when they were together where the moon was over the horizon instead of a sun. They were together, they had been close, there had been a ki-

Quickly, Hater forced himself as deep into his hood as he could, hoping that the bright green blush on his face would go away soon.

“...Hey, Hater?” he heard Sylvia say.

Taking a deep breath, Hater turned back to her. “Y-Yeah?”

“A week or so ago, Wander and I found this flyer advertising a sort of celebration party that’s happening soon for the whole ‘our galaxy hasn’t been permanently destroyed’ thing. It’s going to be near the center of the Galaxy, and it looks like it’ll be pretty fun. Food, rides, music. And, I know you still aren’t really a people person but, you wanna come with us?”

“R-Really?” Hater asked, his eyes widening. Was he blushing again? He didn’t know. “Uh, yeah! Yeah, sure! I mean, I wouldn’t mind going. Doesn’t seem like it’ll be too annoying at least so, yeah, I’ll go.”

“Great,” Sylvia nodded, her smile growing a bit. If this were a year or so ago, Wander would’ve been doing the inviting in the hopes to get Hater to loosen up and have some fun, and maybe even make a new friend in return. But of course, Hater would have most likely completely rejected the offer, or come to the party just to take it over, or something petty like that.

But no. Hater was no longer an enemy, the idea of him coming to a happy-go-lucky party no longer seemed like the worst idea ever to him, and Sylvia... Well, there were certainly worst people she could be inviting. “Heh... Glad to hear it, Bonehead.”

“Er, y-yeah...” Hater swallowed. She was smiling at him. She liked him... Rather, she liked him now. They understood each other, they were close. Really close... Close enough to... to...

He closed his eyes. He only had to move forward just a little before he felt his lips touch hers. And as soon as they connected, time froze.

...And then he felt a fist collide with his jaw, sending him backwards.

“WHAT THE FLARP ARE YOU DOING?!” Sylvia shouted.

Hater blinked, to stunned to even think about his now-sore face. “I-I-!”

“What is wrong with you?!” the Zbornak continued, now on her feet, “You don’t just kiss someone like that! All we were doing was talking! You don’t- We’re not even-! Ugh!” Still furious, she began to stomp away. “Guess I should’ve expected something like this,” she mumbled.

“W-Wait!” Hater shouted, trying to stand up, “Wait, no-!”

“Hmph!” Sylvia didn’t even bother to turn around. Even if he was a ‘hero’ now, deep down he was still the same old Lord Ha-

“I’M SORRY!”

...She froze.

“I’m sorry!” Hater repeated, clenching his fists, “I, I know I shouldn’t have just kissed you like that but, but you were smiling at me! You were smiling and you like me and we were close and I was thinking about our last date-!”

“That wasn’t a real date,” Sylvia mumbled, still not looking at him, “I was ‘Linguini Von Breadstick’ then, remember?”

“...R-Right. Right.” He felt his horns fold down in disappointment, but he ignored them for now. “And, and even if it had been real, it was still wrong for me to just kiss you like that when I know you don’t-” He could feel himself blush again, “d-don’t like-me like-me like that. So... Yeah. I’m sorry.”

Sylvia didn’t say anything, and neither did Hater, figuring that he’d said enough. So he waited, and waited. But the silence kept going... His horns even lower now, he started to walk away-

“Do you like me?”

“Huh?!” Hater looked up. Sylvia had turned around, but she had a neutral face. (Better than glaring at him, at least.)

“I just want to know... Do you like me? Or, like-me like-me, I guess?”

“I...” The skeletal lord looked away again, giving a small sigh. “I dunno... I guess I just... just really want to like-like somebody,” he admitted, “I don’t know who, I just know that I want... that. But... But I know that I do like you. You’re, you know, smart. When it comes to all this going from bad to good stuff... And you’re tough and, and pretty cool and... and sort of pretty.” It was sort of hard to tell since she hardly wore dresses or jewelry (or any clothes, for that matter).

But when she smiled, or when she stood triumphantly after winning a fight, or had her mane in the wind... he could definitely see a bit of beauty there.

“...But?” Sylvia questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“But, I... I guess I’m still figuring things out. But I do like you! And I hope you still like me... Cause, I may want to find someone to like-like but...” He gave a sort of shy smile, “I guess having friends aren’t too bad either.”

“...” Sylvia sighed, a ghost of a smile on her face. She walked over to him, and gave him a hard punch in the shoulder, making him yelp. “That was still a stupid and gross thing for you to do.”

“Yeah I know,” Hater nodded, rubbing his shoulder, “And I’m sor-”

“I know. And, I forgive you,” Sylvia told him, finally letting her smile show, “Just, be sure to ask people before you kiss them. That or maybe start slow just to see if they’re on the same mindset as you. Take their hand or wrap an arm around them or something, and if they squeeze back or move closer, you know they don’t mind the idea. If they pull away, then you know they just want to be friends.”

“Wait, that’s a thing?” Hater asked, a bit surprised. That certainly how things were done in the ron-coms (that he definitely didn’t watch, shut up).

“Yep,” Sylvia nodded, “And it’s a good thing to always keep in mind. Even people who may like-you like-you still have boundaries and their own limits and pacing.”

“Right, right... Thanks.”

“No problem, bonehead. And by the way... thanks for apologizing.” There really was no doubt about it now... He was getting better, and he had sure as flarp come a long way from being her pushy, rude and oblivious ‘date’ on La’Mouria.

Sylvia then looked to the Skullship, giving a small hum. “I guess we should get back there. Make sure Wander isn’t annoying your little eyesore too much. Besides, I should tell him the good news.”

“Wait, you mean i’m still- er, y-yeah. Yeah, let’s head back.”

So, that’s what they did. Walking side by side, their pace slow. And as they traveled, Hater started to bite his lip slightly, his hand flexing a bit as a certain question weighed on his mind. In the end, his curiosity won out. “Hey, Sylvia?”

“...Yeah?” she asked, glancing over at him, her feet stopping.

“Would you... C-Could we hold hands? Just, I-I just sorta want to see what it feels like,” Hater tried to explain, unable to look her in the eyes, And, and people who only like each other can still hold hands, right? That’s not weird! But, but if you don’t want to, that’s fine! I just-“

His words died in his throat as soon as he felt her hand grab his, their fingers intertwining. Surprisingly, her three fingers still found a way to fit within his five. Even though his glove, he could feel the small callouses on her palms from years of fighting and dealing with rocks and dirt. But her hand was still sort of soft. Warm, secure... nice.

Hater looked back at her, barely acknowledging his blushing now. But Sylvia just gave him a small smile before gently pulling him forward. Hater smiled back, and the two continued to the ship. And despite everything that had just happened, there was only one thing on the skeletal overlord’s mind:

He would definitely have to ask her to hold hands with him again.

THE END

#wander over yonder #sylvia #lord hater #zboneak #oneshot #my writing #fanfiction

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flippinoptimist · 6 years

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> Vel + RL : Get Along

carnivalsorphans brother have i told you how much i appreciate you flippinoptimist naut today carnivalsorphans ;o* flippinoptimist dead chicks are the worst but you did your best an thats all tha tmatters carnivalsorphans i'm... half upset that i'm still upset i spent all that time mournin, and then i stopped. and now it all came back, and i can't... figure it out

flippinoptimist almost like you got more free time now? an less distractions? an a lot more reminders? carnivalsorphans )o: flippinoptimist and a moirail who loves you an a matesprit who loves attention and you flippinoptimist an a recent pitch breakup makin you sad... carnivalsorphans ... you know sometimes i look at you and wicked and i wish my pitch was like that flippinoptimist hahahahaha fuck you need your fingers tho carnivalsorphans i could probably live without a thumb or two flippinoptimist i hope if thats how your pitch works, that they keep them forever in a little box carnivalsorphans that's romantic flippinoptimist and do the got your thumb trick at serious times carnivalsorphans hahahahahahahaha i mean, i gave wicked my tooth to make shit official, i dunno if i'm really the person to be scared of bein mutilated flippinoptimist he has one of mine too he used to take them from dudes he killed sometides he took one from each of our friends after they died carnivalsorphans is talkin about that gonna make you start wantin to bite him flippinoptimist i think im okay i think i actually forgave him all the way for the naughty shit carnivalsorphans ...... vel, that's really gay flippinoptimist right? carnivalsorphans you gonna tell him or let him figure it out on his own once he's ready to forgive himself flippinoptimist ive told him bits n pieces flippinoptimist he knows i blame the terrors an the way they twisted him he knows ive said it aint his fault just a question a how much hes gonna believe carnivalsorphans i've said that too ... i think he still thinks it's his fault, because he misses it the terror, i mean flippinoptimist and if hell believe i think hes still kind of a fuckmunch even with forgivin him flippinoptimist he misses bein sure about things he misses havin a purpose he misses naut bein in charge flippinoptimist he misses bein in charge carnivalsorphans fuckmunch is a lovely word i... i wanna give him purpose, and surety, and a place where he can make a difference without havin the world rest on his shoulders. and i straight up don't know how. not without askin him to move here and get dick deep in all the shit we got goin round here flippinoptimist hed probably be all over that maybe hed dig doin some shit w the church if theres smaller stuff that wouldnt take up his whole day stuff that could grow p easy if he was into it like, shit id probably do some a that shit too to be honest, though id get distracted on my own shit fast and often carnivalsorphans i'll... find somethin. i want him to feel useful. i want him to feel like a part of the family, even though he destroyed his i want you to feel a part, even though they chased you it's important to me flippinoptimist family is super important flippinoptimist is nice to be thought of im p shore you have us in the palm a your hand as long as you want, as long as you just remember us its hard to be the last carnivalsorphans ha. that's sure a way to put it. it's almost like you think i'm manipulating you flippinoptimist theres a lotta love, but theres plenty a old habits an no real reason to kick em either. flippinoptimist havin extra reasons for things doesnt make the original reasons fake either it all just mushes together carnivalsorphans i ain't gonna deny i manipulated you and wicked just a bit to pull you into church. ... but that don't mean i don't consider you family, and love you, and want to keep you around even without all the shit you've done for us flippinoptimist never doubted either side of that, RL flippinoptimist its nice to be Part. there was some serious shit goin on too, even though its startin to calm down finally aint one single bit able to blame you carnivalsorphans a lotta motherfuckers take offense to being manipulated. i mostly believe those are the motherfuckers who ain't quite smart enough to assume they ain't always bein manipulated flippinoptimist everybody has goals sometimes bein used for somethin makes a guy sad but like eh? shrug? i like bein part of a thing, and this is a good thing. carnivalsorphans everyone needs somethin. your mate that makes eyes at you til you come over to kiss em, or the general that has a cause he desperately needs warriors to fight for, same damn thing. flippinoptimist sometimes needs line up! carnivalsorphans yeah, ideally no one gets duped into somethin that don't line up with their wants either. i think that's when people start cryin betrayal 'i trusted you to use me for somethin i would like, or at least wouldn't mind. but instead you used me for somethin i don't like' carnivalsorphans tell me it's a bad idea to go to the old church

> for some reason, this opportunity feels Shiny. flippinoptimist i cant can i come carnivalsorphans well shit, you're excited i might get all weird, by the by flippinoptimist thats okay im already weird if i need to go tell me to fuck off an i will carnivalsorphans by 'weird' i mean like.... emotions flippinoptimist i know i hate a bathroom i feel very strongly it is a very annoying enclosed space i got reminded and now its loud carnivalsorphans .... brother i love you, come here flippinoptimist omw

#ooc eyes only #carnivalsorphans #death mention/#grieving/#maiming mention/

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meepface · 7 years

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i’m really bored n lonely don’t mind me !

red: how was your first kiss?

first kiss was a lil peck and it was good bc it was w the love of my life but man was i a lil pussy. my first real kiss, however was great bc we just made out in the back of my car for two hours and then went to chili’s

what do you love about yourself?

i’m funny n i’m empathetic as hell so i’m a good listener and i like to think i’m good with advice

when’s the last time you warmed your hands in front of a fire?

sometime in the winter we had a fire in our fireplace and we were roasting marshmallows n i was warmin my hands

would you rather watch a sunrise or sunset?

sunrise

what’s the best thing about summer?

i genuinely hate summer but i guess not having to worry about school temporarily? even though my summer is maybe one month bc i gotta take summer classes thoughout all of June

orange: what makes you feel warm inside?

being hugged, gettin my back rubbed by my gf, hearing my gf say she’s in love with me, making people laugh, doing dumb stuff with my friends

what’s your favorite halloween tradition?

all my friends and i go to this haunted house every year and it’s so much fun

what’s the last thing you learned?

uhh in class i learned about t statistics but yesterday i read some more about the stanford prison experiment bc i think it’s super interesting

when’s the last time you felt obsessed?

probably back in my youtuber days

what’s your favorite article of clothing?

probably my yellow sweater or my rainbow flag shirt

yellow: if you could have any view from your bedroom window what would you choose?

pine trees and a lil river, maybe some mountains

what’s your favorite thing to do on a sunny day?

go out with my gf or my friends or go shopping

what do you consider lucky?

being able to afford all your basic needs, being accepted for being who you are, being surrounded by people who build you up

what made you smile today?

this cute sticker my gf bought me yesterday. she’s really thoughtful she always buys me cute lil things that remind her of me

what makes you happy?

being with the people i love, makin them laugh

green: what’s your favorite thing to do outside?

explore w friends

do you like camping?

yes it’s real fun if the weather is nice

what would you spend $1,000 on?

probably gifts for everyone and clothes i don’t need but want

what’s your job, or what do you want to do as your job?

i work at a frozen yogurt shop

what’s your favorite article of clothing?

anything oversized

blue: what do you do when you’re sad?

try and talk to people, get out of my house and hang out with people, watch youtube videos, buy myself clothes that i don’t need/sometimes can’t afford but i want, lately fill out these dumb q&a things as a lil distraction, write when i have the motivation

what are some things you do when you can’t sleep?

uhh idk i just lay there. not to be gay but sometimes if i’m lonely i hug a pillow and pretend it’s my gf

what was the best (non-romantic) night you’ve had?

uhh idk, one of em was the night i graduated HS and all my friends and i ditched project grad and had a big party and campout at my friend’s house. idk about best but a really good night i had recently was when my good pal Kate and i went to a ramen place in a sketchy part of town and went to target and petsmart and then to this cupcake place and it sounds dumb but we made it so fun. that was one of the best nights i’d had in a while

what kind of covers do you have on your bed?

white thin sheets n a fluffy brown blanket at the foot of my bed and then a colorful cover on top

who is the last person you told a secret to?

my good pal Joe

purple: what’s your astrological sign?

aries

what’s the best piece of advice you ever received?

to not fault myself for loving too hard

when’s the last time you followed your instincts?

i’ve been real bad at ignoring them lately but i usually try to follow them

what’s your favorite food?

japanese food but not the seafood kind

what’s your secret dream?

moving out, trying new things like tryin to be more social in college, making new friends and having them over, having my gf over and us having time where we can be alone, spending the night w my gf (all of these are obtainable. just gotta get out of this lil life rut i’m in)

#like if ya read #long post #about me

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cosmosogler · 7 years

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hi guys.

i was gonna start writing on time, but then i got distracted, and then i got sick for a while, so now it is almost exactly 10.

umm... woke up on time. that was cool. even though i had SO MUCH trouble falling asleep last night. going to bed at the same time every night (after meditating even!!!) just doesn’t... work for me, not very well at all.

the lack of sleep also made it very hard to remember what i was dreaming about so i lost that too. i feel like i’m being irresponsible, somehow, for forgetting.

i left for class on time but pedestrians can’t seem to not walk in front of the bus in the middle of the street so it took like 25 minutes to get to the physics building, at which point i barely made it to class in time. but no one showed up for five minutes after that so i guess i was early anyway! a few of us were there... keegan and jennica and i think soham was there too. i have trouble keeping track of people i don’t spend a lot of time talking to.

the professor just kept going and going... even after class was over... more than five minutes overtime. i didn’t have enough time to go to the bathroom before the next class started so i just stood and tried to breathe and felt kind of ill. i asked suzanne if she’d like a copy of my notes since she’s at the funeral. she said yeah. it was nice to have a goal. but the quantum professor was extraordinarily unfocused today. i was actually keeping track of the topic and he would write stuff down and ignore it and never come back to it, or he would write a few things down and then say “forget that” and change the topic or contradict himself. i wrote a few angry notes in with the diagrams and unfinished tables and stuff.

then i called the psychiatrist’s office and verified that they had my information. the scheduling guy told me that my previous doctor had sent 14 pages’ worth of medication history and stuff. i kind of laughed and said “yeah, that sounds about right” and he just hummed. i guess it’s ok he didn’t think it was very funny.

i’ve tried a lot of medications.

then it was time for lab!!! i worked with harrison again today since jennica was teamed up with rebika. in the future i’m going to try to work with someone new every week or two. except taylor, i don’t think we’d get the lab done very efficiently. he decided to work at the front table today, directly in front of me and harrison. and he was also the only person in the room who was standing during the intro. and also moving back and forth every time i tried to lean to see around him. i almost headbutted harrison on accident trying to see around taylor moving further and further to the right.

during lunch i was hangin out with chuck (the supervisor) and jennica and harrison and we were talking about halloween and stuff we used to do as small children. i have... a lot of memories actually? i hate them.

most of them. i don’t have a lot of “definitely good” childhood memories. even really funny ones get kind of overshadowed by “and then i got spat on” or “and then i got pushed into a mud puddle” or “and then i got tied to a soccer goal.” stories about mom or dad are worse.

when we were heading back to the lab to finish the second half i kind of half-smiled and said “oh, yeah, i guess there’s a reason i don’t think about my childhood a lot. i’m kinda sad now.”

harrison gave me an odd look and said “you get sad a lot.”

i thought about it for a minute, trying to figure out how to make a stupid joke or pun, but then i just went with a sharp “...yes.” as in, that is true.

he said “that wasn’t a compliment.”

at the time i laughed and said “i didn’t take it as one” but now that i think about it i’m not sure what he was getting at there.

i mean from my classmates’ perspectives i think i just shared a couple of goofy childhood stories about the time my cousin and i (~2 and ~3, respectively) ran over the christmas tree with the barbie jeep we’d just unwrapped, and then suddenly i was super bummed. that’s pretty weird!

in my head i started thinking about my relationship with my cousin and how weak it is.

that and thinking about my childhood always has a sort of invisible air of dread and foreboding about it. it’s so hard to form positive memories when they are interlaced with getting punted or told i’m retarded! i wonder why!!!

oh and also my heart problem made everything hurt all the time forever. that explains the dread i guess.

after lab i worked on an optional e&m exercise for a while because i have bad time management skills. it did actually help in class though, knowing that i set up the problem almost right, and that the integral at the end wasn’t actually something i could just solve. the professor didn’t do anything weird but i had a lot of trouble figuring out what he wrote on the board when he decided to write on the far wall by the door so i had to look over everyone else in the class’ heads.

after that i went to the office and talked to jennica about what the plan for the evening was. what i wanted to do was goof off for an hour or so and then get to work back at home. what jennica and the others wanted to do was work hard for an hour or so and then goof off at the bar all evening. so i just went home at 4 instead.

guess whooooooo didn’t get any work done tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!

when i got home i was so tired... i caught up on weekly internet stuff instead. and i finally took care of snoopy’s rabies tag stuff. then i went to the apartment-wide birthday party held for everyone born in september. i was the only one who showed up besides the office people and their friends.

then it started pouring so i ran back home before things got too rowdy in the sky.

after that i just had no energy and i’m not sure where the time went. i made a little dinner but got too sick to keep eating halfway through. i only had one slice of cake and some chips... i didn’t think it was that bad. but i guess it was! i felt crummy all evening.

but like... i don’t know how it’s been 3 hours since dinner. maybe 2 i could understand, but i don’t know where the time went. well, thinking back, i guess 3 makes sense. maybe it’s more surprising how much screwing around i’ve been able to accomplish in only three hours.

i guess sending my notes over to suzanne felt helpful. like, sorry about hounding you about the homework all day every weekend, but here’s some class notes! hope that totally makes up for being super annoying!!

i was on the bus listening to some tunes when the thought popped into my head, “i want to die.” it was confusing and weird and i’m not sure where it came from. it didn’t really come with any of the usual reasoning and in fact i was feeling pretty calm at the time. so my reaction was more of a “what? no i don’t,” than a “yeah i’m stupid, i should.”

but it is still there, so it’s bothersome. i’m seeing the psychiatrist on monday. changing my meds is really risky... not changing them is kinda risky too though honestly. especially considering that i’m just the special kind of person whose brain makes them stop working after a while! an evolving depression supervirus.

i’m dumb, i took it for granted that my meds would just keep working, surely THIS time they won’t mysteriously stop working, as they have for the last five years straight!!

i know i realized a long time ago that i don’t seem to be able to get better. i’m just... like this. i knew that already. but being reminded is kind of a bummer. last time i thought about this i kept going, and the time before that, and the time before that... but a lifetime is a long time to be like this. just to be.

that was probably a really worrying thing to say. sorry. i’ll try to talk to my classmates a little more tomorrow. chip away at the isolation... very slowly...

oh and also tomorrow i’m going to buy a bike! i got my paycheck today. i need to adjust my budget... not sure how i feel about riding a bike on the road, considering the bicyclists i know who’ve gotten hit, but it’s going to be a lot easier on my shoulders i think if i can put my groceries in a basket or something instead.

i don’t really want to sleep. but i’m not makin a lot of headway tonight.

HOLY COW! MY PAYCHECK IS HUGE NOW!!! last time it wasn’t even enough for rent and food every month, but i think i can manage with this now!!!! like i might even manage to build up some emergency savings.

i didn’t stretch today. didn’t get around to it. i will meditate for a few minutes before bed though even though it didn’t help me sleep last night.

it’s very strange. i don’t think about a lot when i go to bed especially after i clear my head a little. i’m just awake, forever. i’ll shift positions every now and then and realize hey, i’m still awake. hasn’t it been a while now?

my life has been a dumpster fire for 25 years straight but at least i can do basic physics velocity labs really well.

that’s the kind of positive thinking i need!!! who cares about all this stuff i can’t do, it’s the little things that count!!!!! my ideas and personality and thoughts are garbage but i can put 2 and 2 together!!!!!!!!!

L̛̙̞̆̔͛̾̿̋ͪͮ ̵ͧ͗ͨ̂҉͕̗̪̳̱̣̮͟ͅȊ̓̓̔̊ͭ̅̑͏̢̨̗͎̙͈̦̪̻̥ ̺̱̩̘̰̯ͭ̏̕T̺̖̭̣̜̺͉͉̯̆ͣͨ͗̋̊ͪ͢ ̷̢͙̪͍͎̥͚́̉͛̅͂͌͆̐̇T̢̘̗̟̰̠͆̄͐ͯ̂ ͦ͂͗ͥͫ́͏̰͇͇̜̯̯̲ͅĻ̸̱̭̣̓̋ͨ͂ͧ͟ͅ ̷̰͕̗͙̪͙̅̉̏̑Ĕ̓̓ͫ̿͘͟҉̻̼ ̛̹͔̗̥̟̗̂̃͢ͅ ̨̲̐͒ͫ̊̆̃ͩͪ��̠̟̹̘̪̩̣T̄��̸̓̆͐ͣ͛̀͏͔̫̙̤̺ ̛̘̼̋̍̄̐̅̋̚͢ͅH̷̱͎̫̱͇͉͙̥̜ͤ̉̿ ̹̻̮ͯͨͩͅI̡͚̞͎̬̐̑͑̐͐̆͟ ̛̝̯ͥ̓̾͐̔̓N͑͑̾͏̰̗̺́͞ ̸̶̖͙̪̭͑͆͂ͧͩ͊͠G̷̜͍̮̬̦̳̏ͤ̓̈́̂͆͐̀͝ ̧̡̠̖̞̂̊S̨͙̖̩̭̳̟̤ͩͦ̌ͩ̓̚ͅ

#tw suicide #zalgo text is the funniest thing ive ever seen

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