#even if their priorities are all out of wack! but it's also like. yeah well fuck me i guess! sorry i briefly got happy!

[storybook-souls]

ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lex-fosters-bitchhhh]

Nancy's sick 🤒

Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

Nancy was laying on the couch barely able to move, the pain that was in her stomach, her head that was throbbing, and her limbs were aching. Even though she was in excruciating pain all over, that wasn't the worst thing she was feeling, it was the lethal effects of boredom.

She rolled over on the couch, to see where the remote was to watch some TV, the remote, much to her dismay, was on the table, where she had to only move her arm to grab the remote.

She lazily threw her arm at the remote to only just touch the top of it, her arm quite aggressively fell down, the tips of her fingers only just touching the floor. She let out a huff as she just lay like that, and just listening to whatever crap was on the TV.

Nancy lay like that for what felt like ages but in reality was only 10 minutes. Nancy went to move her arm again but to only wack it on the table. She let out a sound of pain as a bruise had already started making itself shown.

"Hey sickie" A voice from behind Nancy said. The girl got startled as Robin appeared In front of her.

"How are you feeling?" Robin said grabbing the remote and placing it on Nancy's chest.

"Shit, I feel like shit" Nancy said low.

"Well if it makes you any better, I had to witness Steve trying to ask out a girl that had a boyfriend, it was awkward because she was renting basically a porno too"

"God that sounds awful, I'm sorry" Nancy said pressing a button on the remote that's been placed on her stomach.

"Oh I'll get over it, just like you will with your illness, because your amazing girlfriend is here to help" Robin said with a smile.

"You make it sound like I'm dying by saying illness" Nancy said looking up at Robin with big eyes.

"But I said you'd get over it"

Robin said kneeling down.

"Still" Nancy said.

Suddenly she felt this big wave of nausea hit her like a tone of bricks, she was shoving Robin's shoulder and pointed at the bin next to the couch.

"You need this are you sure, it kinda smells I don't want you to feel even more sick I just think maybe you should get a bowl or a clean tub or something, Nance I don't need you to feel more ill I can carry you to the toilet if you need me too"

Nancy kept pointing at the bin. Hesitantly Robin gave the bin that stank to Nancy as she hurled into the bin, which made her sit right up. After Nancy had finished she gave the bin to Robin, Robin gagged but tried not to show it, she quickly put the bin down, and pushed it way, way more away from her. " Do you want soup or something?" Robin asked as she brushed a piece of Nancy's hair away from her face. Nancy shook her head and basically collapsed even further on the couch. Robin didn't know what to do so she just placed the back of her hand on Nancy's face and checked her temperature.

"Well you definitely have a fever" Robin said blankly.

"Yeah no shit Sherlock" Nancy said with a grumble.

"Hey" Robin said with a high pitched tone.

"Sorry" Nancy said and rolled to the other side. She knew Robin just wanted to help her, but she doesn't get sick often, so she's not used to someone looking after her, and also being someone's top priority.

"Do you want anything? I'm very willing to give you cuddles if you're up for it" Robin said placing her hand on Nancy's shoulder.

"Sounds good" Nancy said opening her arms for Robin to enter. Nancy was expecting Robin to lay down next to her but something else happened.

Robin scooped Nancy in her arms bridal style. Nancy was shocked and let out a yelp. "You alright?" Robin said looking down at Nancy's face.

"Um yeah just wasn't expecting that, where are we going?"

Nancy said trying to shake off the shock. "Bedroom" Robin said arriving at the door and kicking it open. She walked in and placed Nancy on the bed. Nancy made herself comfy and then walked over to the door to close it. Robin then lay next to Nancy and allowed Nancy to move onto her chest. After a while Nancy fell asleep and Robin was just admiring Nancy's face, her small nose, her beautiful eyelashes, and her pink soft lips. Robin fiddled with Nancy's hair until she soothed herself to sleep.

[clemencetaught]

🍁 + what is professor patrick's grading style? uwu does he use a rubric? does he leave comments in the margins? is he strict about the 11:59 p.m. submission deadline, or does he give a little more leeway? if he's ever done online lectures, is he savvy with virtual meetings, or is he the "can u guys hear me" (no professor ur mic is muted,,,) kind of instructor?

*insert leaf puzzle here* ( leafy meta meme w/ @interxstitial )

send 🍁 + any question you’ve been curious to know about my muse(s)!

i'm assuming this is for verse one, so i'll put this question in that verse <3

you know those professors who genuinely love what they teach and want to spread that love to their students to the point that grades aren't nearly as important to him? yeah, so that's patrick. unfortunately, he has to give grades as mandated by the school so here we are :/ that being said, i would when he's grading while he is giving students feedback on their work when he grading he's not using a rubric as a basis so much as he's evaluating how much the student has grown overtime in his class. every student in this manner is coming from a different point so he always keeps this in mind when giving grades and feedback. one of the biggest things he wants his students to come away with is the ability to write well but also read well and in order to do that, students have to be able to make mistakes....what he'll usually do is give a preliminary grade when a paper is turned in, and then a week later give the papers back w/ feedback so students can make revisions and get a better grade.

i would say the only thing that he's strict is about is the deadline- of course if it is an emergency that would make a student unable to turn in their paper, he'll give a grace period, but for the most part, i do think patrick has a very good bullshit detector ( thanks hyuk ) so if he gets the sense that a student is trying to take advantage of him, he will knock them down a peg or two. i think the fact that at every point in his class from the feedback to the office hours to even the chance to revise papers, he gives students the chance to improve their grade and thereby their writing, he can be strict on the deadline bc he has other priorities he needs to juggle too- a student's inability or unwillingness to respect his time is not going to be a reason his life is thrown out of wack.

( that and all papers must be turned in double-spaced with times new roman font size 12- a student once turned in their paper in comic sans and while he didn't take points off for that, patrick would really prefer not to go through that painful experience again. )

that being said, i do think when he was starting out, he was a tad bit too lenient with his students esp. because he knows what it's like to be a student and therefore doesn't want his class to be too stressful on them when they already have like 4 others to juggle too...however, he found being too lenient often resulted in him having much less time to himself and so boundaries are very necessary- they're here to learn and grow, not to coast by after all.

[chibiwritesstuff]

heyya yaaaa~! I just finished reading all of your works and lemme tell you, it’s all so nicely written! keep on going and don’t forget to take breaks when you need it, hm? alright, me stating facts about you and your writing talent aside— may I request lilia, floyd, ruggie and silver? Angst with a happy ending please? You can make it angst due to a misunderstanding or sumn. but oh well of course! that’s only if you don’t mind. Take your time dear, it’s not good to force yourself alright? bye~!

I see you saw the note that even I can’t find anymore that Lilia always gets a free pass on my 3 character limit XD. Thank you so much! I have long ways to be a decent writer but I’m glad you found my works nice. The one with Lilia is actually based on my own experience at work and I was told that’s an anxiety attack so uh... Also, I do kinda have to force myself or I’ll just keep focusing on work and not have time for myself which is writing.

(I swear all characters are treated equally and totally no favoritism... oh who am I kidding? Hail Lilia)

Warning(s): Mentions of an anxiety attack on Lilia’s part.

Now, let’s enter this twisted wonderland~

At first, he thought you just need something for Jade which he doesn’t mind. Everybody needs help once in a while.

But lately you two have pretty much stopped seeing each other.

Anytime he asks the trouble trio, they always respond that you’re with Jade.

Excuse me, if you wanted to break up with him just tell it straight to his face?!

He’s honestly hurt though. He thought you two are hitting it off really well.

Once he confronts you about it, you’re in the kitchen of Monstro Lounge.

“Wait, what are you doing?” He looked so confused and enamored of your look with an apron on.

“Ruggie, I love you and everything but I’m in the middle of a shift right now.” You immediately replied as you see Azul tapping his wristwatch.

“You work here?!” He jerked back in surprise. “I thought you are having a tryst with Jade!”

Cue to you and Azul spit taking (away from the food, of course, you ain't unsanitary) while Floyd burst out laughing and Jade chuckling.

Yeah, turns out you’re the current cook in the lounge to save up some money to buy him a gift for your anniversary.

Psh, he knows that. He’s just testing you�� yeah.

Feel free to tease him about it since he used to do it to you anyway.

Okay, surely you just need Vil for a question or two, right?

You keep making excuses to get out of his hair lately and he doesn’t like it at all.

Yet whenever Rook calls for you because Vil asked for it, you’re suddenly available.

His mood swings are worse than a pregnant woman’s so you better explain quickly.

“Floyd! I finally found you.” You greeted him three weeks after you two last have an actual conversation.

“Can’t talk right now, I’m busy. Why don’t you go back to Vil?” He snapped at you as he began walking away.

You merely blinked at his reaction and shrugged. “Okay, you gave me the go signal so don’t you go blaming me for it.”

“That wasn’t permission! Get back here and pay attention to me!”  He pouted and shook you violently. “Why do you always pay attention to Vil? I thought I’m your boyfriend?!”

“Well, my sense of fashion is wack so I thought I’d ask an expert.” You struggled to respond as you tried to hand over a box which made him stop shaking you. “Vil hooked me up to get these for you after being ordered around to do things… Happy anniversary… oh god I feel sick…”

“Eh?” He opened the box to reveal the Tenebres brand of shoes that he’s been wanting. “Shrimpy, thank you!!!”

Yeah, have fun trying to hold that nausea in because this eel ain't ready to let go just yet.

As much as Lilia is a great person to hang out with, he can be quite neglectful on certain things because of having too much fun.

You don’t show it that much but you do get anxiety attacks when you get surprised. While not severe it’s still quite a scary moment.

It doesn’t help that you’re carrying something very valuable and very fragile to Vil when he decided to pop out of nowhere upside down.

“What you got there, (y/n)?” He casually asked.

“Ah!”

A loud crash echoed in the hallway and your face pales up as Vil’s delivery is now on the floor, shattered. Just the sight of it is enough to send your thought spiraling as you can vividly picture Vil yelling at you for being careless and useless you can be. You are aware that your brain is exaggerating things but as your anxiety attack gets more prominent, the harder it is for you to breathe and rationalize which only made you panic. Your ears started ringing that you failed to hear Lilia calling out your name multiple times. You must have blacked out for when you regained your sense of focus and hearing, you can see a concerned Lilia hovering above you.

“Oh seven, my apologies little one.” He replaced the wet cloth on your forehead before continuing. “I should have known or at least notice you have anxiety attacks.”

When you’re feeling better, Lilia personally talked to Vil about the situation and offered to replace the said item.

Much to your surprise, Vil got mad at Lilia for causing your anxiety attack and even used his unique magic on the fae’s apron and favorite ladle.

Yep, the old man is currently banned from cooking. (Diasomnia sent Pomefiore their thanks that day.)

Nonetheless, Lilia is now careful about his random appearances and is now more attentive.

The downside is that he permanently has his dad mode on.

This man trusts you a lot.

He knows you won't force him to do things he doesn’t like and respected the fact that his main priority is to service Malleus. The same goes that you trust him that you love him and he won't force you to do things you don’t like.

So, when he saw you spend way more time with Deuce than him especially during his sword practice, he wasn’t pleased.

He’s rather blunt about it too that he just stops you in the hallway around other students.

“Why are you hanging out with Deuce too much?”

“He’s my friend, Silver. Of course, I’ll hang out with him when you’re busy.” You cocked your head sideways out of confusion.

He frowned, still not like the ache he feels in his chest. “Doesn’t mean you have to do it every time.”

“Hey, I don’t stop you from being with Mr. Draconia every time but I get restrictions? What happened to being fair to each other?”

“It's my duty to be around Lord Malleus, you on the other hand waste your time on someone else’s company.” He defended and straightened his posture unconsciously to assert authority. “If you have free time then watch me practice or something.”

“I did that before and I ended up falling asleep on the hard ground so you told me to do something else instead, remember?” You can't help but be hurt by the contradictions he spouting out right now especially since you two have garnered the attention of almost all the students nearby. “Can you take some time to cool down first before we talk about this again? I don’t want any misunderstandings to happen between us.”

“So you can go back to Deuce’s side already?” Anger slowly seeping into his visage but immediately disappeared with your hurt expression.

“Do you trust me so little…” You whispered not intending for him to hear. “You know what, fine. I’ll go to Deuce until you finally get your head straight.”

Let me tell you now, he feels everything just came crashing down. He never intended for it to cause a big rift between the two of you but at the looks of it, you two needed space.

The entire day this man will try to talk to you again but by some unknown force in the universe, there's always something preventing him to do so.

He’s so lost he can't even take a nap even in the comfort of the forest animals.

Deuce smacked him to his sense quite literally. Like, our delinquent boy just punched the living daylights out of this guy.

Deuce has to explain that you two are pretty much siblings when it comes to closeness and you’re always talking about him all the time.

Be prepared to be serenaded tonight, Silver ain't letting you leave him on a bad note.

Well, more like that’s what Lilia taught him to do since he was young.

[ambria]

everytime // Sirius Black

Sweetener x Marauders

play ‘everytime’ by Ariana Grande <3

pairing: sirius black x reader

word count: 2.3k ✨

warnings: angst, fluff at the end, mentions of drinking, under-age drinking, partying, depression?, mentions of drugs and drug use, someone trying to take advantage on the drunk reader, crying? Let me know if I missed something.

This also might have a few time jumps

A/N: I wrote this in 1st person but I feel like I should make these in 3rd so that’s what I’ll start doing. But this is also my first time making a one-shot fic so cut me some slack if it’s trash. But I hope you enjoy!

I get tired of your no-shows

Taking in the warmth through my fingers I look at the door once more before glancing at the clock.

He’s late. Again

I take a deep breath to cool down my nerves and sigh. I sip the rest of my butterbeer before looking at the entrance once more and packing my stuff and walking out. I look around once more before giving up and walking back to the castle.

You get tired of my control

As I’m walking back I start to get more irritated by the step. This isn’t the first time he’s done this. Always too busy to hang out because of him with his friends or too busy because of pranks. The missed dates and the interrupted times. All for his friends. I’m clearly not a priority in his life and that has to change or I’m not going to be in it.

Walking through the castle I collect my thoughts on how I’m gonna approach this situation. But since I’m so pissed off, I’m gonna take an angry approach.

I walk up to the gryffindor common room and say the password before walking in.

As I stepped into the common room, lo and behold, the marauders spread on the couches talking loudly and laughing. Seeing that made my blood boil. As I walk over I catch the attention of the brunet,

“Y/N!!!!! Hey!!!” The Potter boy called out. I gave a weak smile. Which caught the attention of my boyfriend.

“Hey, babe.” He smiled at me. I internally roll my eyes and keep an emotionless face on. At this point all the attention from the boys is on me.

“Hey. Can we talk?” In the corner of my eye I can see Remus and James glance at each other and look worriedly at Sirius. Yeah. They know better.

“Uhh. Sure. About what?” This time I rolled my eyes. I ignore his question and grab his hand before dragging him up to his dorm.

We enter and I close the door before leaning on it. He goes and sits on the foot on his bed.

“What do you want to talk about? We were in the middle of planning.” Bouncing his knee, I can tell he’s getting impatient and just wants this to hurry up and be done with this. I get even more annoyed at this.

“What do you want to talk about? We were in the middle of planning.”- I mocked him- “This is exactly what I’m talking about! You’re always busy! Doing this and doing that!” I start to raise my voice. My face starts to heat up due to my anger. I try to calm down but it doesn’t seem to be working.

He opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off,

“Where were you today?! I was waiting for you! For our date that YOU literally planned!” His eyes widened with realization and looked at me with a guilty face. But I’m too pissed off to care.

My eyes start to water with tears of frustration but I’m nowhere near done,

“Everytime I want to hang out you’re always busy with your friends and pranks! You never have time for me anymore!” At this point tears are streaming down my face and Sirius doesn’t look that far behind.

“This is the third date you missed! Because you forgot! I’m done with being second best. Im probably not even that!” He has his head down, hands on his knees.

“I—I-I” he stutters out what I think is going to be some wack apology. But I’m done. I can’t do it anymore.

“No. I’m done.” As soon as I said those words his head shot up fast and looked at me with wide eyes.

“No-” he goes to protest but I cut him off again.

“No I can’t do this. Not anymore. This has gone on for too long. You need to fix your priorities. I hope you don’t treat another girl like this. I’m breaking up with you, Sirius.” I don’t wait for a reply and I simply walk out of the door and walk back down to the common room, wiping my tears.

They keep telling me to let go

As I make it to the common room I notice the boys are still there. They see me and go to talk but a loud sound cuts them off. Items getting thrown around, is what I guessed it to be.

We all freeze and guilt washes over me. It’s Sirius.

But I don’t really let go when I say so

I turn my head to the staircase with a sad expression before brushing it off.

I had to. I deserve better. I thought to myself.

I look over to the boys to see that they have worried but knowing expressions on their faces. I gave them weak smiles and walked away to my dorm.

I keep giving people blank stares

Drama travels fast around here at Hogwarts. So it wasn’t long until word got out that infamous Sirius Black was single again and back on the market.

My friends are starting to get worried about me because of my reaction to the breakup, or lack thereof. I know how to keep my emotions buried. I know it’s an unhealthy coping mechanism but I refuse to be sad over a boy who treated me like shit.

I’m so different when your not there

What they don’t know is that I cry myself to sleep. Everyday. I close my curtains around my bed and put a silencing spell around it and sob. For hours. It’s pretty sad.

But I keep my neutral face on for everyone else. From what I know Sirius isn’t doing much better. He’s just more open about his broken heart. Lily tells me he mopes around and doesn’t speak much anymore. Let alone prank anyone.

Everytime she tells me about him being sad it makes me want to run out the room and find him to cuddle with him and kiss him and apologize profusely for the break up.

But I remind myself that it’s not my fault and that I deserve better.

It’s like something out of Shakespeare

Because I’m really not here when you’re not there

I tried to fight our energy

It's been three months since the break up and I have developed some pretty bad habits.

I’ve secretly been drinking to numb the pain. I know it’s not healthy but I can’t seem to stop.

Once all my roommates are sleeping I drink by myself on my bed. It helped in the beginning but now I can’t stop.

I’ve perfected my fake smile so no one could tell the difference. Well one person did, but I was unaware.

I’m in a deep depression and I have no one to talk to. None of my friends know, I can’t tell them. They won’t understand.

Meanwhile,

“Pads, you can’t keep moping around. She’s moved on, you should too.”

“No, I can’t. I still love her.” Sirius said but due to him being face first on his pillow it came out muffled.

“Well then you’re going to have to work your way to get her back. Show her you’ve changed.” The werewolf suggested to his friend.

“Really?” He picks his head up to face his friends, red and puffy eyes with a hopeful expression.

They nod.

But everytime I think I’m free

As the weeks pass I start to receive notes and letters with little flowers attached to them. I know they are from Sirius but I can’t seem to open them and read. It’s too hard and I’m not ready yet.

You get high and call on the regular

Once I reach my empty dorm I run to my trunk and collect all the saved letters. I place them on my bed and chuck my shoes off before climbing on my bed while getting comfortable.

I sort the letter from how I received them. I slowly open the first one,

Dear y/n,

Looking at us now I regret a lot of things.

I don’t blame you for not seeing us together in the future.

I was horrible, but for you I am willing to change. No. I will change.

You deserve so much better and if you let me I could be that person.

But I have to fix myself in order for that to happen.

If you're willing I would love to have another chance.

forever yours,

Sirius

As I finish reading my eyes are cloudy with tears. I continue to read all of the letters.

And by the end of it I’m sobbing.

I get weak and fall like a teenager

I knew it was a bad idea to read those letters. Because after that I am ready to run back into his arms and express my love. But I can’t until I know that he’s changed.

I deserve better. I keep telling myself that.

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

Everytime I see him now I try to avoid him. Everytime he’s in a room, I leave. Everytime class is over I run out before he gets the chance to talk to me.

Because I know if I take one look into his beautiful stormy gray eyes I will fall all over again. And that can’t happen.

I deserve better.

I get drunk, pretend that I’m over it

It’s Friday night and today is the big Gryffindor party. Being stressed with liquor and drugs is not a good combo but I haven’t been safe these past couple of months.

I’m in my dorm room getting ready. I decide on a natural glam look with a bold red lip and a black satin body con dress with some black heels.

As I’m walking down the stairs, I can hear the music blasting and the red led lights are turned on. I part from my friends and immediately head to the liquor table. As I’m walking I fail to notice the pair of eyes following my every move.

I take a plastic red cup and I fill it up with the hardest liquor I could find on the table. After downing the cup I refill it and make my way over to my friends who are currently in the corner smoking what the muggles call ‘weed’. It’s strong but it helps me relax. Who knew muggle were so helpful.

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

About an hour into the party everyone was either high, drunk or both. Which I was. Again me with my unhealthy coping mechanisms.

I ended up dancing in the middle of the room with a huge group of people. I feel eyes on me but I’m too drunk to care at the moment.

As I’m dancing I feel someone come up behind me and grab my hips. I turn around to see a random 7th year boy. He begins to trail his hands on my body.

He leans down to whisper in my ear,

“How about we go to my down, sweetheart?” His hot breath makes a shiver run down my spine, and not in a good way.

I began to shake my head while saying no but he clearly didn’t get the message because he gripped my wrists and tried to pull me with him. But because I was too drunk I couldn’t defend myself properly.

As I continue to struggle I see a person step in front of me, glaring at the boy,

“I suggest you let her go. Now.” I heard a familiar voice, I couldn’t tell who from my drunken state. Once the person turned around a smile involuntarily appeared on my face,

“Siri! Hi!” I giggled as he guided me away from everyone.

“Hi. Let’s get you somewhere safe.” He picks me up bridal style and starts to carry me up to the boys dorms and to his room.

I yawned and cuddled up into his chest,

“I’m still mad at you.” I mumbled. He set me down on his bed and goes to his trunk to take out some clothes,

“I know.” He said, sadly. As he’s helping me I go on a mini rant,

“You know you treated me horrible. I just wanted my boyfriend but you never made time for me. You missed dates, you cancelled on me a lot. And whenever we had time together alone you had to leave early. I just wanted you to give me your love and attention. But I was never a priority. I miss you so much, Siri.” After he tucks me into his bed he kisses my forehead and responds,

“I miss you too, baby.” He goes to walk away but I grab his hand. Which makes him turn around and give me a questioning look,

“Please stay.” I pout. He smiles and climbs into the bed with me. I turn to look at him,

“Cuddles?” I ask him with puppy eyes.

“Cuddles.” I snuggle up next to him with my head on his chest and my legs bunched up with his. He puts his chin on top of my head and begins to play with my hair.

“You know, I still love you. And I’m willing to give you a second chance, Siri.” I can’t see him but I can tell he has a huge grin on his face.

“I love you too, pup. Go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.” I start to drift off but before I do fully I feel him kiss my forehead again and whisper ‘I love you’ one last time before the darkness engulfed me.

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

****

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[cursestothemoon]

hii love i really love your fred hcs so i have a hc request for fred x fem! slytherin reader during or after the war ( fred lives ofc bc i live in denial )

yES

as a Slytherin who is also in love with Fred

i’d love to do this 

lets start with during the war 

and lets start with the scenario of you being apart of a pureblood family who are blood supremacists and are followers of Voldemort

you are not a follower of Voldemort because you know homies a bit wack

but you can't say anything because he doesn’t handle jabs to his ego well

but you confide in your boyfriend 

fred

and he will always be worried about you because he knows you are always in close proximity to moldy voldy 

he will be your main pillar of comfort during these times 

would insist that you move into the burrow 

you say no because you don’t want to bring harm to him and his family 

lets say you're parents force you to get the dark mark

and i mean really force

life or death here 

we don't take this lightly 

and you get the mark

you’d go to Fred in tears and he’d freak out a little

then you'd show him the mark 

he'd be stunned for a few seconds just staring at it

hes never seen one up close before

then he’d just slowly lift your wrist up to place a kiss on it 

“this shows NOTHING of who you are. the you i know”

and he’d hold you that night until you fell asleep and even after you were asleep he wouldn’t let you go 

that's when he would let the tears roll 

it had really hit him how dangerous this was going to be and how little chances there were of you two both coming out of this

everything was just so much more real now 

while the battle of hogwarts was starting up he hadn't seen you for a few days 

he knew your parents wouldn't be letting you leave when tensions were so high

and he’d see you with some other death eater and against his better judgment would call out to you

you'd see him and so would the death eater you were with

a fight would break out and would

wHAPOW

what in the world

anyway 

you'd turn around and kill, harm, injure, whatever the death eater

and you'd run straight into fred’s arms

only your parents would see you and would start attacking

fred would go absolutely feRAL

MOLLY WOULD JOIN IN 

yeah your parents wouldn’t stand a chance

after that you were fighting with fred

you saved him from the wall

ok now we have scenario tWO

your parents were not death eaters and they wanted voldemort dead just as much as the next person

molly would insist that you guys stay at the Burrow and your parents would agree to help with protect harry and all that

fred was having a ball honestly

you were with him

he could keep an eye on you at all times

then the war really hit 

and he'd be like oh shit 

the battle of hogwarts was interesting

some people would start attacking you soley because they knew you were slytherin 

this made fred mad

because wtf 

now lets talk about after the war

so following scenario one (death eater parents)

coping after the war was rough

you lost your parents

you had no where to go

and molly scooped you up and made sure you knew your home was the burrow 

healing emotionally and physically was tough 

fred had to heal the battle scars mental and physical that mostly came from the war itself

you had to fix the years of emotional abuse from your parents 

they weren't good people and it took a lot for you to be comfortable with how loving and caring molly was

you just weren't used to it

also going out was rough

you would always have the mark

and people would see it and immediately think the worst

fred would come to your rescue when people would make comments in the streets or give weird looks 

he’d put helping you at his top priority 

this often led to him neglecting his own demons

you would not be having this for obvious reasons and both of you would fall into a routine of helping each other heal

now scenario two (not death eater parents)

you'd hide your anxieties and fears from the war in order to help fred

and being able to focus all your energy on his healing allowed you to slowly heal yourself 

seeing him happy made you see the light at the end of the tunnel

some people would still be iffy around you if they knew you were sorted into slytherin 

and fred would hate it

but you both managed pretty well

[ariesbilly]

say more abt parentdale psych ward!

hell yeah! okay

well... most of these bitches have severe depression. and a few others got some other shit going on. the only parents (as teens) i cant really see putting there would be tom, sierra, mary and hal (though i can see hal being put in one during the period where alice was off being pregnant and he was real down and out about it and his parents would just... throw him into the looney bin ya know. but i dont see hal and alice being there at the same time and quite frankly alice seems to have more shit going on so she gets top priority), oh and hermione i dont see her being there either

fred would be there for depression, eating disorder, pill addiction

hiram would also end up there for his eating disorder (headcanon by julia)

fp.... i mean what is he NOT there for. depression. ptsd. drug and alcohol abuse. behavioral problems. so many things

alice i just see with depression and suicidal tendencies

gladys is there for being batshit lmfao jail wasnt working so the courts were like “maybe this will help ???” she just gets to be unhinged i think its sexy of her. im thinking angelina jolie in girl interrupted

penelope... i mean how do you NOT end up in a psych ward after being adopted solely to be forced into marriage with your new brother. shitll fuck you up. plus shes got quiet weird girl energy which i personally think is necessary in media set in this environment

fred and fp are roommates.... who fall in love. and if one of them dies tragically by a nightmare dwelling boogeyman..... then thats life you know

i see hiram being in deep denial that he even needs to be there and is constantly acting like everyone else is a wack job and hes totally fine. 

gladys is constantly causing problems cuz shes determined to have a good time wherever she is. aint nothing gonna break her stride

i can see alice and penelope forming a sort of friendship like they arent besties but i can see them having kind of similar quiet girl personalities + being irritated by everyone else 

fred i would like to see first starting off in a really dark place but as he starts adjusting and getting better he starts taking on the attitude of trying to make the best out of whatever situation hes in and he gets real friendly with the staff and other patients and hes generally the only person who can calm fp down when hes having nightmares or outbursts

fps the angry kid like he hates being locked up - it triggers bad memories of his childhood. he hates being on a schedule, he hates having no freedom, hes tired of being poked and prodded at, he hates everyone around him. the only benefit to this place is hes guaranteed a bed and 3 meals a day. and freds not so bad.... he guesses..... (we found love in a hopeless place mental institution)

and then if you had freddy krueger on top of all this lmfao i think it would be fun! or you could skip that and just make it like a black comedy i do not know. its up to you. or we can do drama. a dramedy, even. the possibilities are endless

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 38 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Look at us, posting 2 chapters in the same week! Holler! Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Fear and Yearning At Bianca's 40th Birthday. (Summary courtesy of Dartmouth420)

This Chapter: Violet avoids her love life by throwing herself into her work.

***

Violet groaned at the sound of her phone as she turned over in her bed. She had barely slept, dreams and thoughts all swirling around whenever she closed her eyes.

Violet reached out, grabbing her phone from the floor, watching Sutan’s name as it rang out. He had kept calling and calling last night, and if she wasn’t so upset, she would have felt bad about it, the attempt to find out where she was only stopping once she had texted him back.

Violet sat up, her stomach instantly clenching when she saw last night’s dress thrown on the floor, the gown left where she had stepped out of it, the need to get to bed and just forget everything for once squashing her need to be neat.

Violet wasn’t in the mood to get up, didn’t want to know what had actually happened last night, but she still got out of bed, pulling on a set of workout clothes as she started to look for the ancient laptop she knew was hiding somewhere inside her still unpacked moving boxes.

It took about half an hour to find it, getting the laptop to boot up taking so long that Violet managed to make a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of tea before she sat down at her sewing table.

She hadn’t caught the name of the photographer, but there were only so many magazines and gossip sites that cared about the New York fashion elite, and she had caught a glimpse of an OK! magazine press badge.

Violet quickly found an article on the OK! website, a photo of a smiling Bianca front and center on the front page. She clicked it, her heart beating  as she went through the photos, clicking as fast as her laptop let her.

She recognized Sutan on several photos, the cameras clearly loving him, Sutan happily posing whenever the camera was near. Violet clicked past a photo of Fame with Bianca, and there, there it was, the photo that had left her sleepless all night, a breath of relief leaving her.

The camera hadn’t managed to capture her. Sutan was right in the middle, his arm around the model that OK! had easily identified, the only trace of Violet the back of her skirt on the edge of the frame, the fabric not enough for anyone to recognize her.

She was safe, and everything would be okay.

Violet bit her lip, feeling absolutely ridiculous about her reaction, but even though it was ridiculous, it was still how she felt, her fears and her worries real for her.

It had been years since Violet had last heard from her family, her new identity hiding her as long as she kept out of sight, but how would she manage that when this was apparently her life now.

She liked Sutan, she did, she really did, but after everything that had happened, she couldn’t help but wonder if their worlds were too far apart, couldn’t help but feel like she’d never fit in when she took the precautions she did.

She couldn’t phantom how she’d explain, how she could ever make Sutan understand everything she was, but most importantly, everything she wasn’t.

Violet got up from her chair, walking back to her bed to find her phone.

Sutan had sent her a thumbs-up and a heart along with a request to call him when she got his message, but she already knew she wouldn’t.

***

“Raja?!” Raja jumped at the sound of her brother's voice ringing through her apartment, a deep groan leaving her as the front door slammed.

“Raja!” Sutan called again, unease in his voice at the fact that she hadn’t come to greet him.

“Leave me alone!”

“It’s an emergency!”

Raja considered if it would be worth flipping off her twin, when Sutan appeared around the corner, the man in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“There you are.” Sutan sat down, not at all caring that she was hungover, Raja almost reaching for a pillow to wack him with it. She had planned on spending her Saturday watching TV on her couch, Raven thankfully soaking in the tub since her fiancée was always chattering away, but Sutan apparently had different plans than the quiet she had hoped for.

“How many times is too many times to call someone?”

“Are you kidding me?” Raja looked over at him, seriously reconsidering if she should take his house key privilege away, her head pounding. She had done rows of shots with Detox, the sight of Juju trying to shove him into a cab hilarious to her at 3 am. “That’s your big emergency?”

“I told Violet to call,” Sutan tapped his phone against his thigh, her brother radiating nervous energy, “and she hasn’t.”

“So? Maybe she’s just hungover too-”

“I called her two times this morning.”

“What?” That made Raja sit up, though her world got fuzzy around the edges for a second. For the first time since Sutan had arrived, Raja was genuinely interested in what he was saying. “And she still hasn’t responded?”

“Can I call her again,” Sutan flipped his phone over, “Should I wait, or? I should call her again, right?”

“No, don’t-” Raja reached out, grabbing his phone.

“Hey-”

“What did you do?” Raja put it under her pillow, making sure her brother couldn’t embarrass himself any further. He was a grown man, not a teenage boy. No one should call five times without a reply, anything beyond two just humiliating.

“Me?” Sutan looked genuinely offended. “What makes you think I’ve done anything? I’m not the one not taking my calls-”

“Please,” Raja rolled her eyes, winching at the pain. “It’s obviously you.” Raja moved so they were sitting next to each other, Sutan groaning as he slid back on the couch, resting his head on the back. “Now think back.”

“I haven’t done anything-” Sutan crossed his arms, watching the TV.

“You have.” If he was going to play tough, Raja was going to play even tougher. “Violet stayed with you in Paris, if it was anything about you being you that annoyed her, we would have already known-”

“Hey!” Sutan huffed, the conversation once again clearly not taking the turn he had expected. “You’re my sister, aren’t you supposed to be on my side-”

“Please.” Raja sighed, but she still reached out, touching his shoulder. She’d always be on Sutan’s side, them against the world, like they had always been and always would be. “All I’m saying is that she isn’t like the usual airhead socialites you date.”

“Ouch.” Sutan chewed his lips, crossing his arms as he focused on the TV, his ego more than bruised, but Raja knew that it was the tough love he needed right now. “So, I shouldn’t call her?”

“Not until you know what you did.” Raja reached up, gently putting a hand in his hair, the TV still playing at whatever channel she had left it on. “Now what are we thinking for breakfast?”

***

Adore loved waking up in Pearl’s bed. She loved the cheesy satin sheets and being wrapped in the faint smell of weed and leather. She loved how Pearl would sleep with her face buried in her own tangled hair, arms around her from behind, how the first thing she felt when her eyes fluttered open was Pearl’s hand snaking down her belly and over her thighs, fingers trailing teasingly over her bare skin.

“Hey gorgeous…” Pearl drawled into her ear, the low voice making Adore shiver delightedly.

“Fuck,” Adore whispered, arching her ass back against Pearl’s body, not bothering to cringe at the gentle laughter.

“You’re such a needy little baby in the morning,” Pearl whispered, and Adore didn’t have the self control to argue, simply whimpered and turned her head, lips parted, eagerly accepting Pearl’s playful, biting kisses.

The top sheet slid down, revealing Adore’s breasts, the cold air immediately making her nipples stiffen. As Pearl’s long, graceful fingers toyed with her clit, Adore’s chest began to heave, pulse pounding. She gasped with pleasure when Pearl finally slipped a finger inside her, eyes squeezed shut.

When the door to Pearl’s bedroom swung open, Adore took a few moments to notice, so wrapped up in the wonderful feeling of being in Pearl’s arms, fucking down into her fingers.

“Hey, did you guys want some pancak-WHOOPS!” Katya giggled, eyes taking in the scene before her.  “Sorry!”

“Good morning,” Pearl grinned, twirling her thumb, causing Adore to gasp.

“I guess pancakes aren’t really your priority right now,” Katya said, trying to balance the tray on her hip as she reached for the door to close it, still giggling. The scent of coffee, sizzling bacon, and maple syrup wafted over to Adore.

“Yeah, I think we’re alright for now,” Pearl laughed, pressing a kiss against Adore’s neck. “But thanks.”

“Fine-”

“Wait,” Adore gripped her forearm tighter, panting out, “I could eat some pancakes.”

“Well, alright then!” Katya replied cheerfully, walking forward to deposit the tray on Pearl’s nightstand.

“Really?” Pearl snickered into her ear. Adore knew that she should probably feel self-conscious, but between Pearl’s magical fingers and the scent of the food on that tray making her mouth water, she just couldn’t be bothered.

“Enjoy!” Katya chirped, before leaving and shutting the door firmly behind her.

It didn’t take Pearl long to send Adore over the edge, moaning and gasping for air, a bruise blooming on her neck where Pearl had sucked on her pulse point. To her utter delight, the coffee was still hot, the steaming mug passing just under her nose as Pearl brought it to her lips.

“Man...I thought my surrogate mother was cool, but Bianca would never.” Adore reached over to lazily pluck a piece of bacon from the tray.

“Katya is the best mom in the universe,” Pearl laughed.

“She should be sainted,” Adore said, picking up her phone and calling Bianca. When her sister’s voicemail clicked on, Adore said, “Okay so Pearl’s roommate just brought us breakfast in bed while we were fucking. That’s real love and fuck you for never doing that for me when I lived with you. Also fuck you for screening your calls. Also I hope you had a nice birthday. Bye bitch.”

When Adore hung up, Pearl was laughing into her shoulder.

“What? Too mean? She’s gonna love it, trust me.”

“You’re truly a monster, do you know that?” Pearl said, still smiling and shaking her head. .

Adore pushed her onto her back and climbed on top, a wicked smirk twisting her lips. “You ain’t seen nothing yet!”

***

Jovan yawned, still practically half-asleep, walking into design and depositing his bag at his desk, an urgent need for some caffeine the only thing propelling his aching body forward. He was just about to turn and head for the breakroom when he caught sight of Violet, his sleepy eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

She was kneeling in front of a dress, thread and needle in hand as she was doing the finishing touches on the golden embroidery that ran all along the edge of the skirt, Jovan instantly recognizing the blue jewel tones of it from her sketches.

“Um...what in the fuck? What is that?!”

“A dress?”

“I can see that.” He had only seen the sketch on Violet’s desk, but he knew at first glance that it was the couture piece she had presented, the piece so clearly playing on the work Alexis had made. “How are you this far along? You’d barely finished patterning on Friday!”

“Trixie told me to present my ideas to tailoring, and I’ve never collaborated with them before,” Violet mumbled, smoothing out the skirt. “So I did some work over the weekend, preparing samples of my style-”

“Some work? Some work?” Jovan huffed, almost a little offended at how Violet downplayed her accomplishment, people acting fake humble one of his biggest pet peeves.

“There isn’t any embroidery on it.”

“You made an entire Met Ball level couture gown!”

“Huh.” Violet cracked a small smile at that, clearly flattered, but kept at it, deep in concentration. Jovan shook his head in amazement, Violet maybe just that crazy, and headed for the break-room to get his much-needed coffee, praying that the machine wouldn’t fight him today.

When he returned, sipping his latte, he saw Bob and Maxwell entering and gave them a wave. Bob strolled forward, a big grin on his face.

“Someone’s famous,” he sang happily, taking a seat on the edge of Violet’s desk.

“I am?” Jovan asked, brow furrowing.

“No, not you.” Bob swept him off with a hand gesture, “No one cares about you,” he teased, then clarified. “I meant Violet.”

“What?” Violet’s head snapped up to see Bob brandishing his phone, looking at the screen he displayed for her. Violet stood up, quickly brushing off her skirt. “What are you talking about-”

Jovan took a sip of his coffee, wondering why Violet suddenly looked so uncomfortable.

“You were on the V List this weekend.”

“The V List?!” Maxwell asked, laughing, the news clearly not something he had already heard.

The V list was one of New York’s premiere gossip blogs, and Jovan often felt like he was the only one in Manhattan who didn’t follow it religiously.

“Yes. Bianca Del Rio’s Party? Fancy shit,” Bob announced, eyes sparkling.

“You were at Bianca’s party, Violet?” Jovan asked, impressed.

“Huh?” Violet looked at him briefly, a weird panic in her eyes. “Yes, no, I mean- I was there, but-”

“Heard the food was amazing.” Bob grinned. “V gave it 4 out of 5 champagne glasses.”

“I- ” Violet was standing completely still, her hands clenched tightly.

“I thought you said you didn’t gossip.” Maxwell reached forward to tug at Bob’s sweater, grabbing the phone out of his hands.  

“This isn’t gossip, Cracks. It’s news,” Bob said, trying to get his phone back but finding the smaller man surprisingly quick.

“It’s literally a gossip site!” Maxwell exclaimed. “Come on!”

“It’s info-tainment,” Bob conceded. “So Vi, you gonna give us all the good upstairs tea? Now that you’re partying with them?”

“How is this not gossip?!” Maxwell cried, but Jovan’s eyes stayed on Violet, who was shaking her head vigorously.

“I don’t know anything,” Violet insisted firmly. “And this-” she pointed at the phone, “won’t happen again. Sorry to disappoint.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Bummer. Well, back to reality, I guess!” Bob said, heading for his own workstation.

Violet was still for a few moments, and maybe it was Jovan’s imagination, but he thought her dark eyes looked a bit glassy. But before he could ask her if she was okay, she was all business, brushing off her hands and focusing her attention back on the gown. Jovan decided he better leave well enough alone, at least for now.

***

Violet tried to remain calm, but she honestly felt anything but calm.

The V list was just a stupid gossip site, was just a stupid blog that no one cared about unless they lived in New York.

If only Violet was just hiding from people who lived in Atlanta.

She had finished up the skirt before she had cracked and checked the site on her phone, her lip between her teeth as she had hidden in the bathroom to go over the site. It was just as Bob had said, the OK photographer capturing a shaky photo of her just before she had managed to pull away. She wasn’t truly recognisable, the picture only enough to make someone pause if they really knew her face.

Violet had returned to her station, finishing up the neckline and making sure her stitches held up so she could take it down and show it to tailoring

Violet knew it was weird that she had made an entire dress in a weekend, and she honestly hadn’t meant to, but she had felt so anxious at home, that she had come in for something, anything, to do - her thoughts whirling around the party and the photos and Sutan.

Sutan, Sutan, Sutan.

He wasn’t exactly the problem, but it was hard not to blame him for the predicament she was in, the whole situation with the photographer making her feel sick to her stomach.

Violet had known who Sutan was from the moment she had met him, and she couldn’t help but think to herself that maybe, just maybe, she should have run away at the Vogue Party, that she wouldn’t be in this situation if she hadn’t allowed herself to be swept up in his world.

Violet knew she was weird about photos and being online, but it wasn’t because she hated her body or thought she was hideous. Rather, it was the idea that someone from her old life could find her, that people she didn’t know knew about her.

She had never understood why people had wanted to share their private life online, why anyone wanted to talk about themself when it was so much easier to just say nothing, the opinion of strangers not mattering to her at all.

Violet bit her lip, her thoughts returning to Sutan once again.

Every time they did, she felt it like a stab, her heart hurting. It hadn’t been a problem so far that Violet had no desire to be online, Sutan never asking her to pose for photos or forcing her to be in selfies.

She didn’t want to lose him, but she couldn’t imagine a life for herself where she always had to look out for a camera, couldn’t imagine ever finding it fun or flattering or interesting to be looked at by strangers, to be someone people wanted to know because she dated someone they cared about.

Violet didn’t want to, hated that it seemed like her only option, but she couldn’t think of any other solutions.

She had to break it off with Sutan, even if she didn’t want to.

***

VIOLET: I don’t think we should see each other again. Thank you for everything

***

[Raja! Raja?!] Sutan wasn’t even aware that he had slipped into Indonesian, that this was the second time in a week that he had barged into his sister’s apartment, slipping right past Raven who had been sitting in the living room without even saying hello.

All he knew was that he was hurting, really hurting, and that he wanted his twin.

[Raja!]

“What? What now?” Raja came out of her office, her long hair in a high ponytail, her phone in hand, annoyance thick in her voice. “Sutan I know we’re known as those twins, but you can’t just show up-”

Sutan cut her off, throwing his arms around her and burrowing his neck in her shoulder.

“-whenever you feel like it…” Raja sounded absolutely stunned, and Sutan spent a second worrying if he had done something wrong, if Raja would push him away too, but then she hugged him close, and everything felt slightly less terrible.

[Oh Tantan,] Raja whispered, one of her hands slipping into his hair. [What’s going on?]

[‘M fine.] Sutan sighed, not sure if he could even talk about it, but Raja just snorted, hugging him even closer.

[Sure.] They stood like that for a while, Raja rocking them back and forth, Sutan slowly calming down.

He hated feeling like this, hated being small and frustrated and lost and angry, but he simply couldn’t help it.

[Let’s go into my office.]

[Okay.]

Raja chuckled, pulling Sutan with her and away from the hall, closing the door to her office behind her.  It wasn’t that he wanted to hide from Raven, wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, but he didn’t want her to see him like this, didn’t want to have to share how he was feeling with anyone but his twin.

[Sit down.] Raja pointed to the couch in the corner, and Sutan dumped down. Raja’s home office looked almost exactly like the one she had at Galactica, heavy oak and green walls a cornerstone of her style. The biggest difference was that one of the walls was covered by a bookcase that housed every single magazine either Raja or Raven had ever been in, Raja kissing him square on the mouth when he had hunted down the 1996 copy of German Vogue she had been missing for their birthday 4 years ago.

[So,] Raja sat down next to him after closing her computer. [What happened?]

[I got a text.] Sutan felt the flicker of anger again. He had come here directly from work, the terrible text from Violet ticking in just as he was about to leave his office. [Violet broke up with me, which is so fucking lame,] Sutan refused to pause on the fact that he had used the word lame, lame lame in itself since he was in his 40’s, [because we’re not even official and-]

[What?] Raja’s eyes widened, interrupting him. [Wait, wait wait,] Raja twisted her upper body, turning towards him. [Go back. She broke up with you over text?]

[Well,] Sutan didn’t want to admit that that was exactly what had happened, the whole situation completely bizarre. [You can’t really break up with someone you’re not official-] Sutan knew he was being petty, knew he was focusing way too much on the wrong thing, but everything else hurt too much.

[What did the text say?]

[That’s the worst part.] Sutan reached into his suit jacket, grabbing his phone from his pocket. [It just says] “I don’t think we should see each other again. Thank you for everything.”

“WHAT?!” This time, Raja sounded genuinely upset. She grabbed the phone from his hand, reading the text message. “That bitch!”

“Hey-” Sutan sat up. He knew Violet had just broken up with him, but that didn’t mean his sister could call her a bitch. “that’s not fair-”

“Oh it’s more than fair.” Raja looked at him, her eyes burning, and Sutan knew he was dangerously close to Raja getting ready to set the world on fire to avenge him. It was a look Sutan hadn’t seen in a long time, their days of Raja punching people who made him cry on the playground long gone. She swiped right, quickly unlocking his phone.

“I’m going to text her right back-”

“NO!” Sutan grabbed his phone, stopping Raja before she had any chance to type. “No, no you won’t”

“Let me just-” Raja reached out, but Sutan quickly put his phone under his leg, making sure Raja couldn’t get to it without a fight. “She deserves a piece of my mind!”

If it wasn’t such a delicate situation, Raja’s protectiveness would have been touching, but right now, it was only adding to his problems.

“There has to be a reason Rajie.” Sutan looked at his sister. [I’ve been going over the night again and again and again, trying to figure out what went wrong like you said, and I was ready to give up, but now that she’s sent this text-] Sutan took a deep breath. [I must have done something. Something bad, and if I should just figure out what it is, if I should get the chance to apologize-]

[Wait.] Raja tilted her head. [You still want to talk to her?]

[Yes? I mean I miss her and I know it’s only been three days but I still-] Sutan groaned, only now realizing that Raja was staring at him like he had grown a second head, like she had no idea who he was. “Rajie I know sound like a complete maniac, but-”

“No, no.” [I’ll see what I can do.] Raja gave him a small smile, gently touching his knee. [I’ll see what I can do.]

***

Fame loved participating in the monthly design meeting. It was a joy to see all the designers scramble to please her, and she adored watching Trixie put on his little boss pants and act all serious.

The best surprise of all though, had been Violet who had somehow managed to make an entire gown from scratch, apparently because she wanted to take it to tailoring.

Fame didn’t miss Violet, that wasn’t her style, but as she watched her former assistant talk about the underskirt she had made, she couldn’t help but be a little mournful about the fact that that level of dedication and precision was no longer dedicated to her, and her alone.

“So,” Fame leaned back in her chair, turning her head to Raja to whisper. “What do we think of the dress?”

“It fits the holiday collection perfectly.” Raja tapped her pen against the notepad she had in her lap, her outfit of the day a stunning forest green pant suit.

“Right?” Fame crossed her arms, giving a sigh. “So annoying.” Fame almost rolled her eyes, but she knew she couldn’t, not when she could feel the eyes of her designers on her.

“You know,” Raja made a note next to Violet’s name. “We could always include her.”

“What?” Fame looked over at Raja. “No, no. Everyone else would be furious.” Fame didn’t speak with the individual designers all that often, Trixie telling her everything she needed, but Violet was so new, and the collection had been finalized weeks ago. “It wouldn’t be fair.”

“Because you care so much about fair?” Raja smirked, looking over at her.

“Oh shut up.” Fame chewed her lip, watching as Violet moved off stage, Kiara stepping up instead. Fame didn’t mind playing favorites in the slightest, but she didn’t like to make Trixie unnecessarily upset.

“Hear me out.” Raja whispered, “She’s made a gorgeous dress.”

Fame nodded, the point more than fair.

“We’ll have her at the fittings tomorrow, see how the dress looks in person, and then if we still like it, we can offer it up in the couture part of the collection.”

“Hmm…” It wasn’t normal for Raja to advocate this hard, so she had to really see something in Violet’s dress, had to really believe in her as an employee. Fame looked over at Violet, watching the mannequin behind her. The dress was stunning, perfect for the Galactica couture line once the details Violet had described would be added to it, and even though Fame didn’t always agree with Raja, she hadn’t been let down by her yet.

“Fine. Let’s do it.”

***

“Hello brother dear. I’ll accept my thanks in diamonds or floors seats to the Knicks. Your choice.”

“As a thanks for what?”

“Fixing your little problem.”

“What? Raja, what did you do?”

“I made sure that a certain designer will be present for the fittings tomorrow.”

“Okay… And?”

“And, I was thinking you could swing by, check up on whether or not we’re treating your model right.”

“Wait, while Violet’s there- Isn’t that kind of desperate?”

“You’re the one who said you want to know why she broke up with you.”

“I did, but-”

“Look, do whatever you want, you’re a grown man who can make his own decisions.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.”

“So you’re coming, right?”

“Ugh. I can’t believe I am, but yes. Yes I am.”

“Good decision.”

***

Violet adjusted her wrist pin cushion for the third time, waiting for her and her garment’s time to step up on the tailoring floor. She knew she was fiddling with it, but she couldn’t help it. This was the first time ever that she was present for a Galactica fitting, Courtney nowhere to be seen since Fame never brought an assistant along for these things, Ivy instead taking care of whatever either of them could need. Raja and Fame sitting on one end of the room, a table in front of them as they made live comments on the selected garments for the holiday collection.

When she had presented her dress yesterday, Violet had never imagined that Trixie would come by her desk to ask her to bring it to the fitting. Pride snuggled in her stomach, her head held high. She had no idea she’d be given the chance to show her worth so soon, but she wasn’t going to let anyone down.

Today, she would be perfect.

It felt weird to be wearing pants to work, the black turtleneck sweater and the black high waisted pair she had put on that morning perfect for being on the floor, the combination one Violet knew was approved by Fame, but as she looked around, none of new coworkers from design seemed to care at all about whenever or not Fame liked their personal style.

All around her, people were chatting and drinking coffee, but Violet couldn’t concentrate on the small talk. Instead, she was watching Alexis who was on her knees in front of a model, inching up a hem with the help of one of the tailors, since Fame had suggested that it should be a little shorter.

Fittings were rough on a model, the young girls often standing in place for hours at a time, but Violet could see that Ivy had made sure to bring along both energy drinks and protein bars, the girl in good hands.

Violet bit her lip, considering whenever or not she should go grab a coffee, when the door to the floor opened. Violet looked over her shoulder, wondering who could possibly dare to be late, but it wasn’t a Galactica employee who came through the door, instead, it was the last person she wanted to see, Sutan Amrull smiling wide as he shrugged off his jacket.

Violet turned her head quickly, looking straight ahead, hoping and praying that he hadn’t seen her, the blood draining from her face.

No no no no no no no.

She wasn’t proud of the text she had sent, wasn’t proud of what she had done, but this was a catastrophe. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to run, all she could do was stay still, and hope that everything would be okay.

Violet’s nails were digging into her palm, her breath caught in her throat, but just as she was about to relax, just as she hoped it had passed, she felt a presence behind her, the deep voice she knew so intimately well in her ear.

“Hello Violet.”

[ink-beneath-her-fingernails]

BNHA/MHA First Watch-Through Notes

1x01

these are... stupid... and... a mess. bc I am stupid and a mess. you have had your warning. I didn’t even go back and skim through this when I was done I’m just releasing these little bastard thoughts into the void they’re not my problem now

I’m watching dubbed btw

I know, I know... it’s the only one I have access to rn tho

I... do not know how to feel about funimation’s new intro?

well I guess it’s not really new but

listen I haven’t watched anything of funimation’s since the og fruits basket ok I’m used to the DUN-DUN *funimation* ((....you should be watching))

he is. babie. green babie.

but also why do these small children have such wild hair colors

I mean I’m here for it

I just wasn’t expecting it

oH SHIT THEY GOT POWERS POWERS

so this is the famous deku

I’m guessing this is like a flashback or memory or something?

I missed the bully’s name

speaking of the bullies, they changed order? It was wings, fire, stretchy hands, but now it’s fire, stretchy hands, wings. I know that they probably wanted to show the “leader” closest and that’s why but,,

also wtf?? these are kids. like bullies should not be a thing, I think we can all agree on that, but yeah, it’s gonna happen. but these kids are, what? eight? nine? maybe their powers (’quirks,’ whatever) aren’t super powerful yet, but this blonde kid has fire powers. has nobody talked to them about just how dangerous this is? forget roughing the other two up or intimidating them or giving them a hard time, this could genuinely escalate and get way out of hand super fast, and someone could get seriously injured.

oof. boy is dead.

this eight year old (purple hair) sounds like he’s a thirty yo new teacher trying to sound hip and cool but also wise and knowing to his class who Does Not Care

OH

that wasn’t purple kid?? that was current deku???

wack

then this fourteen year old sounds like he’s a thirty yo new teacher trying to sound hip and cool but also wise and knowing to his class who Does Not Care

also they were four?

jeepers heckin criminey who starts beating people up at four years old

have to say though, I loved that sky-to-puddle transition

jiminey fucking crickets I’m not even a minute into the episode these notes are going to be stupidly long I’m sorry

!! I love his little skipping-dance thing when he’s impatient at the crosswalk!

alright... I’ll admit it... his character design is pretty adorable

also tf is that thing

it looks half shark half poorly drawn dog

I mean I get it’s probably a person and that’s their quirk or whatever but

did this kid just run all the way across the city just to watch this guy start shit at the station so he could see the heroes take him down??

I mean respect tbh but also priorities kid

also I really appreciate that the cops are just kind of calmly directing everyone and everyone else is just kind of chillin like “oh. another villain. that’s too bad.” like tbh that’s one of the things that always kind of annoys me about movies and shows like this where there’s like repeatedly villain attacks because yes they are scary, especially when you’re caught up in them, but if you’re just kind of there and not directly in the action or being directly threatened, then why are you freaking out? you’ve lived in this city for how long? there’s an attack every, what, two days? this isn’t routine for you by now?

I started this like 15 min ago and am only like a minute and a half into the ep smh

ngl this intro kinda pops off

that hero guy seemed... kind of evil lookin tho

love the animation oml

also the lyrics to this are great???

OH IS THAT A NARRATIVE FOIL I SEE IMPLIED THERE

I THINK IT IS

“and they were narrative foils” “oh my god they were narrative foils”

k ngl rewinding real quick bc I missed some of the intro and there’s always so much fun stuff to see and unpack in those

also I wanna read all the lyrics

k so I was wondering this before but I’m just gonna say it... why does the hero guy have rabbit ears

alright character designs lookin p fire so far

last guy I keep missing but he kind of looks like steven universe?? idk I still have to watch that show too tbh so,,,

does the big hero guy turn into a giant bird?

oh that intro got me excited for this

these characters look so lit!!

“the first incident?” so this isn’t just like a natural factor of their world? it hasn’t always been going on? there was, like, a definitive start to it all? was that kid really the first incident or the first one they noticed? was that actually the first incident or is it just like the commonly told first incident, like an old myth/legend/folktale/old wive’s tale?

interesting that it started with a baby and then moved to people of all ages?

oh they don’t know the cause of the quirks? interesting

((why do I feel like finding out the answer to that is gonna be like A Big Thing™ at some point in the series))

I really like the visuals they put with this exposition?? idk why it’s just,,, very appealing

also his voice is very nice to listen to tbh, so that’s a definite plus

I hate it when the main character’s voice is super annoying

but like how long ago was it that this started? he just said “before long”

I like that in this universe they actually acknowledge that hey comic books are a thing and this whole superheroes/villains/powers thing is kind of ridiculous bc it’s legit like playing out scenes straight from those comic books but also this is real life and it’s actually happening and really does pose a lot of danger and complications to a lot of people, so we’re going to treat it as something real and serious and affecting us

I might’ve spoken too soon but I really hope they don’t blow that mindset

I feel like too often superhero shows/movies just either completely gloss over the effects this stuff has on society as a whole, or it’s like a completely new thing for them, like there’s never been the concept of a fictional superhero or a comic book there before.

“was an age of heroes”??? oh no what happens

k but why is this guy dressed like the ‘do not cross’ lines

kind of a lame hero costume tbh :/

why. does he have. sleeves. but no shirt.

edna mode would never do you like that honey go see her

“Death Arms”?? what kind of alias is that?? also wouldn’t it make more sense for arms to be uncovered than his chest, then??

“The Punching Hero”

I’m sorry I Cannot take this guy seriously

waterbending??

asdkfdls idk why but this firehose guy really reminds me of that one alchemist from fmab with the top hat and the monocle and the peg leg that spun like a top and Scar murked

“rescue specialist” see?? that makes sense!! it makes me so happy that they’re actually thinking more about the worldbuilding and how dangerous scenarios would work if 80% of the population had powers of different kinds, beyond “big bad guy meet big good guy. punch punch good guy wins”

also dear god thank you for putting someone on crowd control I know I was just saying it was great these people weren’t really treating this like the end of the world and it is good that they were mostly staying back by themselves but. they were still standing very close to an ongoing fight. priorities, people. self preservation. they are things. that I do not believe most people in superhero universes have in the slightest.

aww he’s too short

(but is he shorter than edward elric)

((do we know))

(((somebody please tell me if this information is available)))

alsdfkj l;a that guy calling in late bc the train got held up by the villain... do you think that’s another equivalent of “oh...I’m...sick... yeah, totally, I’m sick” and “my dog ate my homework” to them? “there was a villain attack” or “some idiot on my block decided to show off their quirk and it got out of hand”

ope Big Hero™ is here

...why am I surprised that they have fans?? I mean I guess that makes sense they’re basically celebrities and public figures right?

okay Big Hero™ is Kamui got it

wait no that is not the Big Hero™

but they are another hero and their name is Kamui got it

“Kamui Woods” ok that’s actually helpful I was gonna ask what his skin was supposed to be bc I didn’t think it was scales and it does look kind of like bark... Now going to take that as permission to assume it’s the latter

kamui kind of reminds me of some pokemon but I’m not sure which one?? I’m sorry idk pokemon v well but thy def remind me of one of them

“...a fAnBOY” he looks and sounds like he just tricked someone into confessing to murder why is he so smug about that smh

you know what. speaking of. I don’t get why everyone views being a fan of something/someone as something to be embarrassed or ashamed about?? why do people make fun of other people for it? why do we treat it like some big dark secret we try to hide? when did liking something become a bad thing? like?? sorry I have hobbies and interests and you don’t? sorry I think this person is talented? sorry I thought this book was life-changing? sorry I listen to this album so much because it’s good? sorry this show made me laugh during a really rough time? like goddamn it’s nobody’s business what you like unless you’re trying to force it on you when you’ve asked them to stop or it’s hurting someone? if they’re being safe and respectful about it for everyone involved then there shouldn’t be a problem? stop making people feel like freaks or be scared to enjoy something just a little too much? just let people have good things in life and consume the media that makes them happy? it has little to no effect on you? I don’t get why it’s you’re problem?? sorry to get all soapboxy this is something that’s always really annoyed me

does kamui have flowers on their belt

icon

k but isn’t wood like... really easy to break tho

I mean... comparatively speaking?

“illegal use of powers during rush hour traffic” alsfjsadlkf

wait so he’s listing charges for the guy, does that mean heroes are officially licensed here and can actually arrest people? and... actually work with law enforcement?? gasp no wait but I thought that was impossible except for The One Officer On The Inside That The Hero Has Convinced Of Their Cause™

hold up... “assault, robbery, and illegal use of powers during rush hour traffic... you are the incarnation of evil” ...bro chill lmao

I mean those aren’t good things but,,,, buddy “evil” can get so much worse holy shit sunflower child has no idea what’s in store for them

the show can do a hell of a lot even if they decide not to go that dark

well deku did say he was new

also off topic but I just looked it up and DEKU IS HALF A FOOT TALLER THAN ED

I’M SORRY BUT THAT’S HILARIOUS

CAN YOU IMAGINE THIS EXCITED GREEN CHILD MEETING ED THE GREMLIN ELRIC AND JUST TOWERING OVER HIM

he’d probably get along well w al though so ed would have to like him anyways

ok but back to bnha

ope kamui just got upstaged

but honestly?? he was actin a lil cocky and she seems like a queen so I ain’t mad about it

oh great creeps are everywhere apparently

YES THANK YOU THEY NEED TO INCLUDE SUPERPOWERS IN LEGISLATION SOMEHOW OTHERWISE PEOPLE CAN GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING GEEZ

just. more worldbuilding that I appreciate.

jfc they muzzled him?

ok i wasn’t that mad about kamui being upstaged (idk why I kinda like the guy) but now she’s acting a little too cocky for me and I feel kind of bad for Death Arms and Backdraft (?) because they definitely do deserve at least a little credit

yes. official. overseen by the government. I’m not saying it’s necessarily a good idea bc I’m not getting into the whole mess the MCU basically did regarding that, but it really does add to the worldbuilding and making it seem more realistic/draw you in a little more because you can bet that would be a thing that would actually happen in some capacity if such a large percentage of the population had superpowers, and crime was at an all-time high at the same time, with normal methods without powers likely not doing much to combat that, and it being even harder because everyone’s is different

wow so they really do have roles similar to celebrities huh?

I actually love how he’s analyzing the new hero

that’s!! the good!!! nerdery!!!!

ngl thought that guy was gonna be like “well that’s never gonna happen” lmao glad he didn’t turn out to be an asshole

this guy’s hair and his sweater need an upgrade

I’m sorry honey it’s just not a Look™

I mean ngl I’d probably wear it but also I am the absolute last person to look to for a good idea of fashion so

wow we hate asshole teachers

this kid’s hair grows wtf

they seriously just break out their quirks when they get annoyed?? I mean me too probably but

oh wait he’s not totally an asshole

but that still is kind of a dick move because even if it seems really really likely that most of them do, a lot of them probably feel like that’s just what’s expected of them or that that’s their best bet at an ok life, or they don’t think they’ll actually be able to get a career as a hero, and he has to know that there are kids (or at least one) in his class who don’t have powers and who will probably be shut down at every turn on that career track??

also what is it with the absurd number of people whose hair grows/flys/whatever and whose hands change chape and/or elongate

the girl who just throws up the rock n roll sign is my favorite

also why does this teacher remind me of gilderoy lockhart

I get that his eye thing is part of his quirk... but does he face no consequences health-wise from putting his grubby fingers all over his eyeballs?? you don’t know where your hands have been

ah

the famed bakugo

we finally meet

you seem like a cocky asshole and if I remember correctly you have firepowers

you know who else seemed like cocky assholes and one point or another and had firepowers??

roy mustang and zuko

and one of those guys is an awkward, angry turtleduck, and the other one is a rightly smug bastard who succeeded in pulling a coup on the government who was surveilling him and holding half his team hostage

so yeah I have a feeling I’m gonna like this guy

probably

at some point

eventually

it might take a while

“the only place worthy of me” oh dear

All Might!! Big Hero™ has a name!!

oh being a hero solely bc you want to be rich and popular? lame

aklsdfsjaslkfd teach just callin deku out in front of everyone

r.i.p.

it was nice having you as a main character for eight whole minutes I’m sorry you have to face death-by-embarrassment you deserved better

ope

bakugo doesn’t want anyone stealin his thunder

lemme guess deku is also his Main Rival™ or at least will be

awwwww poor guy

how much you wanna bet he gets the highest scores in all the exams bc he studies the heroes so much and that’s how he gets in

that lady got forcefields for her quirk? damn she lucked out

“this cash is mine” *drops cash*

are all the heroes like fine mt. lady can deal w the guy she keeps stealing all our credit anyway so there’s no point??

....is that all might?

k but... y’all should be taking notes on the heroes too if you want a better chance at that career and better schools for it? I know they’re probably making fun of it bc he doesn’t have a quirk but still

also I find it really interesting that the kids all act like the quirks are absolutely everything but at that scene on the street earlier people were complaining about missing the days they didn’t have to worry about “every rando w a quirk” or something... like maybe it’s because the kids grew up w it? Idk just the difference in mindset between (presumably) generations seems cool to look into

wow we love bullies so much

no we don’t pls stop you’re not as cool as you think you are

DESTROYING SOMEONE’S NOTEBOOK/JOURNAL/SKETCHBOOK IS ONE OF THE MOST DICK MOVES SOMEONE CAN MAKE CHANGE MY MIND

alright bakugo you’ve definitely moved onto my shitlist for the moment

don’t stay there

well you know what they say about greatness... some people are destined for it, yeah, but some become it, and some have it thrust upon them

cliches are there for a reason buddy

and either way... I could be wrong but... there doesn’t seem like anything great or heroic about bullying people... I mean idk that’s just my opinion but

god I hope they eat bakugo alive at ua

deku I know you’re a sunshine child but you have to get in now. you have to. out of pure spite. please.

yeah, friend 1b is right buddy...

destroy him deku

DESTROY THEM DEKU

oh suicide jokes huh

bakugo you’re on thin fucking ice you’ve just moved way up in my shit list

wow I hate him <3

EXACTLY

THANK YOU DEKU

I hate it when shows have someone make a suicide joke like that and just? no one addresses it?? or the characters don’t seem to realize that it needs addressing, at least to themselves??? so this is refreshing

voiced my thoughts exactly

he really is an idiot

NO BUDDY YOUR DREAMS ARE STILL POSSIBLE AND VALID

YOUR NOTES ARE SALVAGEABLE

he really is a jerk deku you’re right

awww little deku is so cute

alright I’m gonna make a prediction

this is his mom right

is this gonna be

another

dead anime mom?

and lemme guess she always told him she was sure he’d be a hero/she knew he’d become one, and then she died, and that’s why he’s so set on it

probably not

but just... placing my bets now

w h a t  is this child doing

he’s a hair’s breadth away from head-desking

are we... just gonna... ignore that robbery that was happening on the street a few minutes ago

OKAY WE GET IT YOU’RE HERE CAN YOU GO BACK TO SAVING PEOPLE THEY’RE STILL IN DANGER

HIS CACKLES I CAN’T

alsdkjf;lsjk I feel bad for him but also,,, that transition was gold

but also the face his mom made before he started laughing... she knew he probably wouldn’t get one didn’t she

but why do they assume it won’t happen if they don’t get it by a certain age? they said after that baby people all around the world were getting powers, and showed people of all different ages when they said so. that implies that they got those powers at those ages, after the baby was born but not when they were children themselves? like yeah there’s probably some point where you’d consider them “aged out” and therefore less likely to get a quirk but... she just said he’s in kindergarten.

fourth generation? so the appearance of quirks isn’t a super recent thing then

they can tell if someone is going to manifest a quirk or is starting to by looking at x-rays?

also I know I’m seriously overusing the word “interesting” but

maybe I’m reading too far into this but it’s also kind of interesting that his father and his (current) main antagonist have such similar powers?

OH!!!! lore drop!! kind of!!! that’s a really interesting (wow there it is again) thing they chose to be an indicator for that kind of thing in this universe

*cue izuku contemplating chopping off his pinky toes*

I feel like... all might’s... not gonna be that great....

DEAR LORD HOW MANY TEARS CAN THIS CHILD HOLD IN HIS EYES

also ngl when little deku’s eyes are wide and he doesn’t move he looks really creepy and kind of like a child-sized doll

like pinocchio

how sure are we that deku isn’t made of wood

hmmmmmmmmm I do love this animation

ah Internal Angst™

the fuck is that laughter??

skin suit? no thanks

but guess we aren’t ignoring that earlier scene

yeah all might’s in the city alright

he’s gonna break this up isn’t he

yepppppp that’s him

idk I think alex louise armstrong did it better sorry bud :/

“texas smash”??

he just... punched liquid apart

this kid’s still gonna go flying and hit the ground hard buddy thanks for your help

oh he stuck around

and he’s not hurt too bad

“justicing”

he’s using the city’s sewer system being difficult to navigate as his excuse for why he wasn’t paying attention to keeping bystanders safe like he “usually” does?

the armstrongs do the sparkle better

a;ldkfsdlfls this is really funny to watch ngl

“that’s... a pretty good point.” yeah no shit lmao

I love how he’s just. awkwardly patting deku.

yeah he’s gonna end up accidentally adopting this kid isn’t he

is he hurt?? or did the other guy actually take him over while deku was unconscious??

nah I think he’s just hurt I’m p sure he really did get the guy

but still

that was... a big boom.... that’s not good

he’s just.... abandoning this kid on the rooftop??

but also he probably really does have to go if blood is coming out of his mouth

do heroes in this universe have secret identities?

I feel like yes but also no??

watch as this guy’s like “I don’t have a quirk either” and he’s just. like. an armstrong or something

that or he’s gonna crush this kid’s dreams and be like “no, it’s not possible” and I will be forced to ensure deku becomes the most successful hero ever out of Even More Pure Spite™ even if he idolizes the guy

oh yeah he’s gonna get his dreams crushed

IS ALL MIGHT GONNA VOUCH FOR HIM AND GET HIM AN OPPORTUNITY AT UA BC HE FEELS BAD FOR HIM

hmm this outro kinda slaps too

overall feelin good, like it so far, definitely think I won’t have trouble continuing watching at least for now

[thecasinowolf]

Sensory Overload

It wasn’t often that Chronos, Zephyr, Cider, Seth, and Cas would head out to go shopping. There wasn’t a lot of time, constantly being in hiding. But they were running low on supplies, and because of the location they moved to just recently: the only store nearby was a grocery store, a dangerous place to be for criminals. But they had to. So, to avoid suspicion, they all decided to go. They’d all head in, collect and buy supplies separately, and head out. Very simple. Chronos told the group that they would most easily go unnoticed if they went when it was most busy, something they all agreed to. Something... one reluctantly agreed to. About five minutes in to this mission, Seth was taking a look at candles. They ran out of the ones Seris brought over, and it would be wrong if they just kept asking him for candles: so Seth was in charge of buying more. As he entered the isle, he felt a nose butt at his leg. Groaning, he looked over and saw Cas’ stylist, Garnet.

  “Jesus, wha-wha-what do you-” He was about to scold the dog for being annoying, but noticed she was unaccompanied. Uh oh. “Where i-i-is he?” Seth muttered, a bit of worry in his voice.   “He told me to go get you, follow me!” The german shepard said playfully, before taking off with Seth following. He thought about what could have happened. He was supposed to be getting tools for any sticky situations they might end up in, did he get recognized? But when Garnet led him to the tool isle, he noticed his dragon boyfriend seeming a bit... panicked. Cautiously, Seth approached him.   “Hey, hey, hey, woah, what’s go-...ing o-on?” Seth asked. Cas shook his head, he was covering his ears and whimpering. He didn’t meet the coyote’s golden eyes, he just shook his head and whimpered.   “It’s too loud,” Garnet said, taking a seat next to Seth. “And too bright. At least, that’s what he said.” Seth nodded, and just kind of... looked at him. What was he supposed to do in a situation like this? What was wrong?   “Are y-...ou okay?” Seth asked, giving Cas a small pat of assurance, but he shook his head again.   “It’s loud...there’s too much going on,” He muttered, shuffling in place nervously. Seth looked around, no one seemed to be looking at them; which was good. He didn’t want to cause a scene.    “I... see. I’m so-s-so-s-sorry,” Seth said, petting his head softly. “Um...can I do-do-do-do something to help you?” Seth asked softly.   “No... I dunno... I haven’t been out in a while... I... I forgot that this was something that affected me,” Cas grumbled, pressing his wrists harder against his fins.   “Wha-wha-what’s affe-...cting you?” Seth questioned. He was shitty at handling these kinds of things. If only Chronos were here... well, knowing Chronos: he’d probably make things worse. He’s all knowledge but no help.   “Everything...! It’s loud! I hear footsteps, and the lights, and the carts, a-and talking and, and, and!” Cas bit the collar of his shirt, muffling his words. Seth turned to Garnet, but she just sat there, pawing nervously at the ground. No help. Thanks, Gar.   “We-we-well... uh... you-you-you could step outside for a second. I’ll gra-...ab the stuff real quick and I’ll meet you out there, aight? I’ll grab the shit for bo-bo-both of us. If Chronos has a problem with that he can ki-ki-kiss my ass, he coulda done this himself,” Seth said, half joking. Cas giggled a bit and nodded, before grabbing Garnet by the leash and quickly heading out. Seth looked around, grabbed some shit he thought they could use. Wire cutters and pocket knives. Sure, they had enough tools, this was fine. Then he began walking to the candles, on the way there he saw Zephyr. He rolled his eyes before trying to continue.   “What’re those for?” Zephyr asked, noticing the tools in his hand.   “Chronos didn’t spe-...cify what we nee-needed,” Seth scoffed.   “Weren’t you on candle duty-”   “Goddamnit Zeph, mind your own bu-bu-business,” Seth groaned. “I’m going to the candles. What duty were YOU on, I do-...on’t see anything in your hands,” Seth commented.   “Ah-! Well, I was on tech duty,” Zeph began, before getting cut off by Seth snickering.   “Gross, Zeph, you sa-sa-said duty,” Seth laughed, Zephyr sighed. Jesus. He always made a joke about everything.   “ANYWAYS. I wasn’t sure WHAT parts I was getting, because Cider and Chronos were getting stuff for Poker Goat, so THAT’s not for me to do. So I was just going to check. But like I was going to ask, weren’t you on candle duty? Cas was supposed to get tools, what happened to him?” Zephyr pressed, Seth started walking away but Zeph followed him in to the candle isle.   “He had to... do something. Right quick. So I to-to-to-took his place,” Seth shrugged, and nabbed a few candles before beginning to leave again.   “He had to DO something? What could he have-”   “Good talk, Zeph, see you later. Tell apple bitch and Chro that I’m heading out,” Seth gave him a quick peace sign before heading to check out, Zephyr sighed. He never explained anything. But being vague was his specialty or whatever. Once Seth had checked out, he quickly made his way outside the store, where Cas was sitting on a bench near the carts; listening to music, with his head in his knees. Seth slowly made his way over and sat next to him, when Cas looked up, he looked... exhausted. “Damn. Must hate sho-...opping as much as I do,” Seth teased. Cas nodded, and stared off in to the distance. Seth glanced around and squeezed his wrist gently. “Hey, what ha-...ppened in there?” Cas sighed and put his head on Seth’s shoulder.   “I’m sorry for embarrassing you like that. But it was noisy. I couldn’t handle it. I hate crowds. They make me feel overwhelmed. Well... I mean... I guess it’s not JUST crowds. You know how I cover my ears all the time, even when we’re just at home?” Cas asked, taking his earbuds out.   “Yeah, whenever Chro starts fussing about something with someone, and I tell him to shu-...ut up because he’s scaring you,” Seth grumbles.   “Yeah...” Cas smiles a bit, “But also... when Cider drops something, or Zeph walks a little too loud, or a wack fighty action scene is going on on TV,” he lists. “I dunno... noises in general. I hate them. No one understands when I talk about it. I mean, isn’t it kinda RUDE to just go ‘stop talking, and walking, and breathing, and chewing because I hate you and you make me want to put my eardrums through a wood chipper’?” “Huh... yeah... I ge-ge-get it, kinda...” Seth nods. They both sat in silence for a bit, before Cas started crying. Startled, Seth quickly pulled him off the bench, in to a tight hug. “Woah! Hey! Do-...on’t do that! What’s wrong??”   “I’m sorry... I’m sorry... I wish I was normal. I looked so stupid having a meltdown in there. I wanted to do more than cover my ears I wanted to flap and and and and scream and and and and and cry and and and-”   “Shhh shhh shhh... shhh, hey. No you were fine, you were okay. God, no one’s nor-nor-nor-...mal. Don’t pu-pu-put yourself down ov-ov-over it. You did your best to stay calm and I respect that,” Seth whispered, patting him on the back.   “I’m so childish. I wish I could just deal with it but... I can’t. I just can’t. I didn’t do what Chronos asked and now I’m sobbing like a fucking toddler and-”   “Shhhhh. If you’re wo-wo-worried about ginger fucking Elsa ge-ge-getting after you for not getting a few tools I’ll yell at him before he yells at you. And if anyone judges you for crying I’ll bite their eyes out. They can’t watch if they can’t see,” Seth grins. Cas buried his face further into Seth’s chest, mumbling and sobbing.   “I’m such an idiot. I can be better than this. I cry and the stupidest shit.”   “You’re fine, Cas,” Seth grumbled, running his hands through his lover’s hair. He knew he had seen glimpses of his mental health issues before but... this was the first time he’d seen it get this bad. Maybe this meant he finally trusted him enough to let him see this side of him. That thought made him smile a bit. Cas trusted him. He was trustworthy. Fuck all that other noise, SOMEONE trusted him. “Hey, since those assholes are gonna be a while,” Seth said, breaking the silence, and slowly pushing Cas’ head away. “Why don’t we just head home? If we forgot some shit I’ll come back and get it. Tell me if Chro yells at you, I’ll beat his ass.”   “Yeah, okay,” Cas smiled nervously. “Okay.” With that, they started to head home. “I’m really sorry about all of that...” Cas whispered. “I swear I’m not usually this bad, I-”   “Didn’t I te-te-tell you to shu-...ut up?” Seth growled, grabbing his hand. “You are FI-...INE. Come on,” Seth said, pulling him along. Even if he didn’t really understand, he would do anything he could to help Cas feel safe wherever they were. He was his top priority, aside from world domination and snacks. He would keep him safe. He would protect him.

[bitchmilsky]

pick me up

a/n: HERE IT IS YALL, OVER A MONTH IN THE MAKING!!! i started this story bc i wanted to use the mans am in something bc i had just figured out that it was a joke on trans am and then it turned into this whole mess jdkjhgkhd. uhhhh i had a friend kinda proofread and he said it was good?? but obvs if something is like SUPER bad feel free to tell me bc i LIVE for feedback hehe. ALSO the only context i have for high school parties is the media so if its like super exaggerated thats why ahfsg

tags: @mambofivehargreeves @kiddangers @coolies326 (if anyone else wants to be tagged, lemme know!!)

summary: henry goes to a party and gets mixed in with the wrong crowd. 789 words

TW: underage drinking and drug use

The gentle hum of the Mans Am was enough to lull Henry to sleep. He looked over at Ray, who had zoned out as soon as they got on the highway, only making subtle adjustments when needed. He was in his pajamas, and his hair was a mess. I guess I woke him up, Henry thought. He felt guilty for calling Ray in the middle of the night, but he didn't know who else to call. He had snuck out, so he couldn't call his parents or Piper, and Charlotte would just say "I told you so". Jasper couldn't even drive, and Lord knows where Schwoz was. So, he called Ray. Ray, who dropped anything and everything whenever Henry needed something, anything. Ray, who cared more for him than his own father. Ray, who just needed some goddamn sleep. A wave of guilt rushed over Henry, who once again realized Ray was half-asleep. Trying to push the guilty feeling out of his mind, he thought back to what brought him here.

~~~~~

"Hey Henry, you coming to my party tonight?"

"Oh, h-hey Kendra. Uhh, yeah, I can make it," Henry said, blushing.

"Great! See you there." She gave him a once-over before walking off. Henry couldn't help but stare in awe.

"Henry, snap out of it! Are you actually going to Kendra's party?" asked Charlotte, concerned.

"I heard shes bad news bears. Don't go, Hen," added Jasper

"I'll be fine, guys. Besides, she's cute." Henry had a loving look in his eyes. Jasper and Charlotte looked at each other.

"Henry, she's known to get into some bad shit. Seriously, don't go. I worry about you sometimes," Charlotte told him. Henry frowned.

"I can take care of myself. I don't need you on my ass all the time," he snapped. Charlotte sighed.

"Just be careful, alright? Make good choices," she said, before grabbing Jasper's hand and walking off. Jasper resisted her pull for a second, until she gave him A Look, and he followed. Henry slammed his locker shut and went home for the night.

~~~~~

"Henry, your mother and I are going to a play tonight and we need you to stay home and watch Piper," Mr. Hart said, adjusting his tie. Henry stood up in protest.

" Dad, I can't! I have a party tonight!"

"Hah! As if. Your nerd friends wouldn't have a party," Mr. Hart pointed out, slightly mean.

"Hah. You're a nerd," jeered Piper, from the other room. Henry glared at her.

"No for reals. This girl, Kendra, she invited me to a party tonight," Henry insisted.

"Don't care. You, young man, are going to watch Piper and you are going to LIKE it!" Mr. Hart left in a huff, and Mrs. Hart left soon after.

"There's no way KENDRA invited you to her party," said Piper, looking at her phone.

"She did! It was wack," said Henry, gazing into the distance.

"Well I'm having my friend Marla over and we want you out of the house. Do you need a ride?"

"Nah, I'll be fine. Hey, if Mom and Dad get home before me, can you cover?"

"Duh. Go have fun." Piper pushed him playfully, and he walked out the front door.

~~~~~

"Henry! Glad you could make it," Kendra said, putting her hand on his arm. She smelled like booze. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"N-no thanks," said Henry, somewhat uncomfortable. "Is everyone, y'know-"

"Drinking? No, not everyone. I know I saw Bianca with a cup, but I know Bilsky's not. But he has a joint so that's probably why." Henry frowned. "You sure you don't want any?"

"I'm sure. I have uhhh, work tomorrow and I can't be like, hungover or anything." Kendra shrugged.

"Alright. Suit yourself." She grabbed his hand and led him towards the kitchen, where a couple people were, including Mitch Bilsky. "You have fun, I'll be riiiight back," she said, planting a kiss on Henry's cheek before walking off.

"Hart! Did Kendra really invite YOU?" Mitch looked almost happy to see him. He was oddly chill. "D'you wanna hit?" That explains the chill, Henry thought.

"I'm good, Mitch."

"Whatever. Hey, where's those other two?" Mitch questioned. "Y'know, the bucket fucker and the know it all?"

"You mean Jasper and Charlotte? They uh, couldn't make it." Henry thought back to his friends, and how worried they were about him. They wanted the best for him, and he treated them like shit. He considered leaving, until Kendra came back. She took his hand and led him to a more secluded area of the house. She pushed him onto the couch, climbed on top, and shoved her lips onto his. Slowly, he accepted. She tasted like the Man Cave air after a bad fight. The Man Cave. His friends - his family really. Jasper, Schwoz, Ray. And Charlotte. He recalled what she had said that afternoon - make good choices. He felt horrible about the way he had treated her. She was watching out for him, like she always does. She looks out for her boys, and in return she only gets Henry's bullshit. Henry realized that this wasn't something he wanted, he wasn't with the people he cared about - the people who cared about him. He quickly pushed Kendra off, to her surprise.

"What the hell, man?" She looked pissed.

"I uhh, have to go to the bathroom," Henry lied. She rolled her eyes.

"Down the hall and to the left. But don't take too long," she added, winking.

"Uh-huh." He ran to the bathroom and quickly locked the door. Trying his best to not break down, he hurriedly tapped the name he'd called so many times before. The phone only rang twice before he heard a familiar, sleepy voice.

"H'lo?"

"Ray! Oh thank God, I'm at a party and they're all drinking and Mitch Bilsky brought weed and I think I saw someone with Adderall or something and I just... I don't wanna be here. Can you please pick me up?" he said, on the verge of tears. The line was silent for a minute. "I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"Nope," Ray said through a heavy yawn. "Text me the address, I'll be there ASAP." Henry breathed a sigh of relief, and waited in the bathroom until he got the glorious "I'm here" text from Ray.

~~~~~

A hard swerve of the car broke Henry from his thoughts. Ray mumbled something under his breath, and his eyes were halfway shut. Henry once again felt guilty for waking him up and making him drive all the way to get him. He finally spoke up.

"Ray, I'm so-

"Don't apologize, kid. I'm glad you're okay." He put his hand on Henry's shoulder. "You're my kid, and your safety is my priority."

"No, really, you haven't slept in days

I could've Ubered, or stayed there, or called Piper, or anything. I shouldn't've woken you up."

"Henry, let me tell you something. When you love someone, whether it's platonic, or familial, or romantic, you would drop anything for them. You're my kid and I love you. Besides, we'll be back to the Man Cave in no time. Oh sHI-" Ray narrowly avoided another car after drifting into the other lane and quickly flipped the bird. Henry cringed.

"Look dude, you need sleep. I could've called someone else." Ray sighed.

"Henry, when you became my sidekick, you swore an oath to obey my orders, and right now I order you to stop worrying about me." He cracked a smile, and Henry felt better.

"Thanks.... Dad." And slowly but surely, Henry began to cry.

"Kid, it's okay, I promise, don't worry about me," Ray reassured him.

"It's not that, it's just... oh God, gimme a minute..." Henry said, wiping his eyes. "Whew... it's just... my dad's always leaving for DAYS at a time and my mom's like... GONE. I mean she was here tonight, but otherwise I don't really see her that much and I don't even think they WORRY about me... Piper was in the tubes for like a day and a half and he didn't even care until someone told him to. But when I call you to pick me up, you just come and pick me up and say you care and it’s just... it feels good to be loved by this." Ray was silent for a minute.

"Henry, anything you need, EVER, I can do for you. If you need a pick up, I can do that. If you forget your lunch, I can get that. And Henry, God forbid you need a place to stay? The Man Cave is always open to you. Piper, too. Now get some rest, we'll be there soon. Love you, kid."

"Love you too, Dad." The gentle hum of the Mans Am was enough to lull Henry to sleep, and so, basking in the love he felt, he fell asleep.

[gwenbrightly]

Elements

Oh look! My brain decided to create a random drabble about elemental powers instead of focusing on OMAC… Oops. I guess Misako's appearance will have to wait… All the headcanons and stories I've been reading lately that mention Lloyd's powers acting up when he gets emotional made the temptation to write this too great. So yeah. This one shot can probably be considered a part of Of Milk and Cookies, and takes place just after the chapter titled Awkward. I hope you enjoy!

Elemental powers are weird, Lloyd muses early one morning not too long after their visit to Darkley's Boarding School. He can control his now – sorta – and the others can do some pretty amazing stuff with theirs – like being able to lift a sports car with your pinkie. Or spark fire with a snap of your fingers (literally). Or charge your phone using only your own energy. Or meditate inside of a freezer for hours on end without getting cold (okay, maybe he hadn't been around for that). All those things are incredibly cool, and Lloyd's not complaining, because someday he'll be able to do all of that too, which is super exciting. He can't wait, really.

But sometimes... Sometimes having powers isn't exactly the best. He's been around this weird, dorky family of his long enough to notice that there are days where things get a little out of wack. Where Kai or Zane get emotional and the temperature around them suddenly changes to the extreme, or any number of other bizarre side effects. Just last week, Lloyd walked into their skimpy apartment only to feel his hair immediately begin defying gravity due to the sheer amount of electricity filling the air. Puns involving shocking had most definitely been made. Cole and Jay's latest argument (See: whether or not pineapple is an acceptable topping for pizza) had gotten a little... heated, and the master of lightning's powers had acted up as a result. It wasn't the first time this sort of thing had happened, and the blonde is pretty sure it won't be the last. Still, he has to admit that it's a little (a lot) unnerving to deal with the aftermath of an elemental outburst... Especially... now that he's experienced his own for the first time... Okay, he'll admit it – that's the real reason he's up right now – not because he was craving poptarts. Which is what he plans to tell the others if they question it. Not that they're awake, so he's safe. For the time being, at least. Maybe he can get this glass cleaned up and replace the lightbulb before anyone finds out? If he's lucky. Lloyd slips over to the meager set of cupboards that they've installed in one corner. They have to be keeping some extra lightbulbs around here somewhere... Honestly, given what's happened during training, he really shouldn't be surprised that his latest nightmare ended with him blowing up their light source – it had been so vivid, and just… he'd woken up terrified. He hates feeling like that. He'd stared at the mess for quite some time, too shocked to do anything about it at first, but. Having all that power running through his veins was guaranteed to catch up with him eventually. He knows that, but it doesn't make attempting to quietly remove broken glass from the floor any less of a struggle. Carefully picking up the largest piece of what used to be a lightbulb, Lloyd shoves it in the garbage. Bit by bit, the debris begins to disappear. The green ninja has managed to dispose of most it by the time someone else wakes up (it's impressive that it took this long, to tell the truth). It's Nya, of course, trying hard to cover up the fact that she isn't a morning person (at all). The girl seems to have some sort of magical sensing abilities that activate whenever he's in trouble. She gives him a concerned look before wordlessly grabbing a fresh lightbulb from a shelf too high for him to reach. The samurai drags their one whole rickety stool over to the socket and screws it in with a large yawn. Then, Nya gives the floor a quick scan, looking for any remaining hazards that might exist. There are none.

"So. I earned some extra cash at the autobody shop yesterday. Wanna go get some donuts?" The girl asks her adoptive brother, eventually.

"Huh?" Lloyd stares at her, not fully processing the question. She shakes her head with a sigh. Clearly today's gonna be a rough one. He really could stand to get away from the apartment for awhile – to decompress and all that therapeutic stuff you're supposed to do when you're dealing with emotional triggers.

"Donuts, Lloyd. You know, those pastries police men are so obsessed with? I'm leaving in five with or without you." His mind may not immediately get what she's saying, but his stomach certainly does. Growl.

"That's a yes, then?" Nya says, smirking.

"Sure. Okay." He replies with a shrug, because donuts do sound awfully good, now that he thinks about it and. He's not gonna pass up the opportunity to eat something other than off brand cereal for breakfast. That would be completely out of character, no matter what the reason for doing so is. They slip out of the apartment, careful not to wake the others (though Cole's definitely going to be offended if he finds out about it later) and wander down the sidewalk. As it turns out, the nearest donut shop is less than a block away. The smell of freshly fried dough greets the pair as they push the door open. Mmm… It's only when she notices the distinct lack of customers inside that Nya realizes how early it is. A glance at her phone (which she probably should've checked before they left) tells her it's not even 5:30 yet. Oh well, if the place is open, it's not like they're intruding or anything. Lloyd perks up noticeably when she lets him pick out his own donut – a questionable decision, since he immediately chooses the one with as much frosting as humanly possible and a thick coating of rainbow sprinkles. It even has gummy worms on it. A part of her wants to scold him for being so unhealthy, but the grin on his face. She can't. So, she selects a donut of her own (powdered sugar with raspberry filling) and hands the drowsy cashier a bill. They find themselves a booth near the windows lining the front of the store and enjoy their breakfast in silence for a few minutes before Nya says anything to Lloyd.

"So. Nightmare?"

"Yup." He tells her in a small voice, playing absent mindedly with one of his gummy worms.

"I kinda figured." She comments wearily, "You gonna be okay?"

"Dunno. Hope so."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"I-I…. Don't really remember much about the dream itself… Just… It was so freaky to wake up with the light going crazy… and then it exploded, and I've never had my powers go out of control on me like that and…" Nya wraps a comforting arm around the blonde's shoulders. He leans against her, regretting having been woken up so early, and perhaps still a little shaken by the events that transpired earlier.

"I'm sure it was pretty freaky… You know you can always wake on of us up if you need to, right?" Lloyd nods unconvincing. There are no tears, surprisingly, which Nya takes as a good sign.

"I know… And I was gonna. Eventually. But I wanted to take care of the glass first – so nobody stopped on it. Thanks for helping. With the lightbulb. Being short sucks sometimes."

"Course it does. But it's gonna suck even more someday when you finally stop being such a pipsqueak and end up taller than me." Asserts the samurai. He giggles weakly.

"You don't know that that's what's gonna happen… maybe you'll get lucky?"

"I guess you have a point there. But seriously, if you have any more issues with your powers, I'm here to help. And so are the others. I mean, Kai accidentally set his bunk on fire when he first got his true potential… Maybe you should talk to him about this – I'm sure he'd understand…" Kai is a pretty okay listener from what Lloyd's seen at this point. He probably wouldn't have convinced himself to revisit Darkley's without him.

"M'kay. I'll think about it." He decides through a mouthful of donut, "Not right now though? I kinda just wanna forget about the whole thing…"

"That's valid. This can be our little secret. Betcha the guys aren't even awake yet." The girl agrees, figuring he'll share more when he's ready. She's not gonna push him. This time.

"They're really missing out. This donut is delicious." Lloyd tells her, clearly done talking about powers, nightmares, or anything related. Life's really not so bad when you've got an awesome older sister to buy you junk good. Even if it is only because your elemental abilities went haywire in your sleep.

"Totally. But they don't need to know anything about that. You, on the other hand, will be taking a nap as soon as training is over for the day. And I don't meaning laying around reading comic books. Actually sleeping will be expected." Nya stated, giving him a pointed look.

"What? But that's not fair! I just got a new one!" Lloyd groans indignantly.

"And I'm sure you find plenty of time to read it eventually. However, you also need your rest, so that's gonna have to be a priority for now." Deep down, he knows she's right. He just doesn't plan on admitting it. So, he decides to focus on what's left of the mound of pastry, frosting, and sprinkles instead. He feels better now, anyway.

" So, that happened?" Lloyd says one day, several years down the road, as he stares at a soaking wet Kai. He's not even sure where that much water could possibly have come from.

"Uh... Oh my gosh, Kai, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to..." Nya apologizes, attempting to use her abilities to draw the moisture away from her brother.

"I mean, we all knew it was gonna happen eventually. S'not that big of a deal. But you do owe me a new tube of hair gel..." He shrugs, not particularly concerned. The reason for their... Disagreement isn't important anymore. Things have been tense for everyone since the battle with Morro. He just wants her to be okay. She's not exactly the biggest fan of her elemental powers in the first place.

"Yeah. That's fair." She agrees after a second, looking sheepish.

"Happens to all of us." Lloyd reminds her, "Wanna go get some donuts?"

[monkey-network]

Good Stuff ~ Stray Thoughts: Sweet and Smokey {MLP}

Hey.... it’s episode 9 of season 9. Nine-Nine.

Roll the cartoon...

Smolder episode?

Awww, the feels are incoming.

Good catch, Spike. Why can’t America do this?

You’ve ignited Fluttershy’s weaponized cuteness.

meme faces. *heart crunches*

Twilight is gonna be a casual mom. I can see it.

also FLUTTERSHY, SPIKE, AND SMOLDER TRIO EPISOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODE!!!

Spike, that’s lame.

Dragons? Sensitive side? 

Dragons get high on sulfur. Awww, just like me with unleaded gasoline

also, shouldn’t someone have brought Fluttershy a fume mask?

Fluttershy has her priorities straight.

her voice, it’s getting adorab- *heart folds*

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! IT’S TOO CUTE!

Thanks, Drax. Would’ve never guessed.

Oof, imagine Ember laying all those and still looking that good

“Auntie Fluttershy” *heart sinks* Stop!

Aye fuccboi

He’s Smolder’s brother isn’t he?

Laugh fire? That’s new.... and a surprise tool that will help us later.

Yep, he is. Coincidence.

Gargar? I’d prefer Trashboat

Oh good, the better plot.

*heart concaves* woRTh it...

Yeah, I'm not believing this fuccboi’s Smolder’s brother

*heart bents* shE dIdn’t evEN dO anYThING!

Real talk while my hearts stops hurting, it’s nice to Fluttershy and Spike get to converse when I believe we’ve rarely seen that since the first season.

Love that she’s unafraid of boiling lava getting hurled near her.

Oh no, weaponized kindness. Haven’t seen this since Steven Universe.

The eggs don’t want the coochie, Ember

Of course, it’s like heating up popcorn

Bongos? Someone’s playing DK Jungle Beat?

Garble does poetry? Oof, no wonder he’s an asshole

and his poetry’s wackness but where’d he get the clothing?

Oh no, socialism is at it again.

“Make the heat ourselves“ Goodnight everybody.

Dat comeback tho

You did it, you broke poetry down to its bare essentials.

Lyrical verse > Beat Poetry. BOOM, send tweet.

Then those aren’t your real friends.

Snatch that wig, Fluttyshy. Hot Damn!

Brain blast!

Well, that was a 180.

Dey babieeees! Hatching from the flames of jooooooyyy!

Yeah, autocracy wins out in the end!

Okay, this ending was rushed. Like the pacing went Sonic speed and I don’t kno-

*heart snaps* Thank you, Fluttershy. *collapses*

MORAL OF THE ST- Eh, I don’t care. This episode wasn’t interesting aside from Fluttershy and I don’t feel the need to go on a spiel about opening up to people and yadda yadda. Fluttershy was best pony and that’s all that needs to be said.

MY LITTLE PONY: Fluttershy was Magic

[x-blade-master]

Concession - Kingdom Hearts Fic

The first KH fic I’ve ever written -- figured I would pop it on here. This was written before KH3′s release.

Summary: Sora gets Roxas back, but at the cost of Riku’s patience. Basically, just a few thousand words of Roxas being a little bitch to Riku because he deserves it, even if we love him.

Rating: Gen

Relationships: None

Characters: Sora, Riku, Roxas

Bringing Roxas back hadn’t been anyone’s priority but Sora’s, even if all his friends stood by him as he quested around Twilight Town to find a way to return him to the world of light. Sure, Riku and Kairi had been cheering him on, and Donald and Goofy had accompanied him wherever the clues went. But really, this was Sora’s quest, one no one could understand. They hadn’t felt what Roxas felt. They hadn’t stared into the eyes of someone so broken and stomped on by life that they finally conceded to its whims. Their lives weren’t stolen.

Yen Sid had told him Roxas was a problem he was creating when they had so many more problems to deal with. Roxas wasn’t one of the missing keyblade wielders; he wasn’t Terra, or Ventus, or Aqua, he wasn’t one of the lights. He wasn’t necessary in this war.

He didn’t get Sora’s point. Necessary in the war didn’t matter. There was life and light beyond the war (Sora had to believe that, had to believe there was an end for him to see with his friends) and Roxas, who had been hurt as much as everyone else, deserved to see that end. So he was getting Roxas back, no matter what.

And he did. He got him back. For a moment he felt like gloating, telling him that he was his own person, here’s the proof. Roxas’ shock, quickly turned thankful, was more than enough for him in the end. Things got a bit more interesting after that.

Roxas had what Sora could only call a bittersweet affection for him. Always thankful for what he did, but also holding onto all that time he had lost to a boy he barely knew. It didn’t bother Sora much; he had a pretty thick skin. And he could consider it more bitter than sweet because Roxas rarely left his side. He would’ve thought that Roxas would run to Lea’s side, but there was a weird tension between the two (mostly on Roxas’ end) that kept him close to Sora.

Which meant Roxas frequently had run ins with Riku which were… stressful, to say the least.

They had been filling Roxas in on some of the past events. Sora wasn’t even sure Roxas was listening outside of an occasional nod. After he finished talking about the Mark of Mastery exam (and his subsequent failure) Roxas turned to Riku with a sharp, not so friendly expression.

“How’s it the guy who can’t keep a keyblade becomes a Master, but you didn’t?” he said.

Riku looked like he was teetering between retaliation and calmness. It was true Riku had gone through his fair share of keyblades, but Sora also knew that if anyone deserved to be a Master, it was him.

“Hey now,” Sora said before either of them could keep going. “Riku just took a bit to get it right is all.” He withheld from pointing out that Roxas had been using keyblades that weren’t his, either, and was probably going to find one that suited him rather than Oathkeeper and Oblivion.

Neither of them were satisfied with the interjection, but they didn’t keep bickering. A tiny victory.

Another time, Roxas thought it would be fun to antagonize Riku while he was sitting to the side, watching him train with Sora.

“Wow, Riku, Sora basically has you beat. You aren’t going to be a sore loser and use the darkness against him, are you?”

Riku’s swing missed, but Sora was equally caught off guard by the statement to not wack him with his keyblade. They both looked up to see a smug, if a little pained, expression on Roxas’ face.

“Roxas…” Sora began, but he didn’t really know where to end the statement. Riku took a deep inhale, focused his thoughts, and then back to the training, acting as if nothing but a strong wind had blown by.

It wasn’t a lack of a reaction, not really, so Roxas found himself pleased.

Some time after that, Riku had been looking for Sora to have a private conversation. There were so many people and so many things to think about that a moment alone with his best friend was just the sort of reprieve he needed.

When he found Sora, he wasn’t alone. He had stepped quietly enough into the room so that he wasn’t noticed, but it was just Sora and Roxas hanging out. Well, Roxas noticed him, and if that tired (annoyingly familiar) smirk was anything to go by, he knew that Riku was probably looking for a little alone time with Sora.

He backed out of the room carefully. Staring at Roxas was like asking for a headache to come for him. It was Sora’s face contorted in constant exhaustion and anger and a certain smarminess that his childhood friend could never manage to pick up. It was Sora’s eyes, blue as the sky, played back on a different station that just threatened revenge or murder or something equally angsty.

Maybe when Riku was younger it was easier to get mad at Sora. But after everything he’d done to him, seeing his face now just made him soft and shameful. He sighed. He deserved this a little, if he was being honest. He hadn’t been the nicest to Roxas, and he worked with DiZ, who had definitely just been plain rude to him. He could handle a bit of snark and frustration.

Roxas just didn’t know when to let up.

Finding Sora without his little shadow was impossible. The only time Roxas left his side was if someone else (not Riku, never Riku) needed Sora to help them with something. They did /everything/ together. Oh, he wasn’t jealous. No way. He had done the jealousy thing before and it did not end well.

He thought he had gotten Sora alone for just a second when they rounded a corner and bumped into each other, but there was Roxas, looming over his shoulder with an unreadable expression and a popsicle stick between his teeth.

“Oh, sorry Riku!” Sora said with his usual chipperness. “Roxas and I just got back from Twilight Town. Sea salt ice cream isn’t really the same anywhere else, ya know?”

“So I’ve heard,” he said, not breaking eye contact with Roxas.

“You should come with us next time! Kairi wants to go, too. It’ll be fun!”

Roxas leaned against Sora with an arm on his shoulder, like a lazy cat in a patch of sun. “Yeah, Riku. You owe me at least 500 munny worth of ice cream, if not a trip to the beach.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, giving up on their weird staring contest. “Look, Roxas, I’m /sorry/ about that--”

“So you have my money? I worked for that, you know.”

Sora looked at him inquisitively. “You had a job?”

“Several.”

“Alright, look, if it’ll cool you down,” he said, already reaching to grab whatever munny he had on him.

“Cool me down?” Roxas repeated. “I dunno, I’m pretty cool right now. You seem a bit bothered though.”

Riku gritted his teeth. This was impossible. He was being impossible! On purpose! And Sora had the gall to stand there and act like it nothing was going on. Or maybe this was awkward for him. He hadn’t really considered that.

He let out a long breath, refocusing on Roxas. “I’m sorry,” he said for the second time. This was a sorry for everything he’d done. His least offense was probably stealing the munny anyway, and his worst might have been waiting this long to apologize. Roxas looked him over idly.

Roxas waved his popsicle stick around. “So, what, no munny?”

“You-”

Sora cut him off. “Roxas, we have plenty of munny for ice cream.”

He shrugged. “I know. I’m just teasing. Right, Riku?”

“...Right. I’ll catch you later Sora.” He made sure not to glance back at the two of them.

Roxas’ melancholy was palpable from miles away to Sora. He was just staring at the stars, sitting with his legs crossed in front of Yen Sid’s tower. It wasn’t often that Roxas was away from Sora. It wasn’t like he was shy, but he understood the comfort in being close to the person whose heart he had stayed in for a while.

Sora settled down next to him, shoulder to shoulder. “We gotta talk,” he said softly.

“We’re always talkin’,” Roxas said.

“Yeah, but we gotta talk about Riku.”

“What about him?”

He sighed. “Look, I know you two had a really rough start. I know Riku did some not so great things when he was trying to wake me up. I wish I had been there. I wish I had met you before. But he’s gotten so much better and-and I don’t think this is fair.”

“Fair? My life isn’t fair. This is hardly /that/.”

“But he’s a good person! And I know he’s sorry for it all now. There are so many other things to be fighting right now. We shouldn’t fight each other!”

Roxas narrowed his eyes. They reflected the stars so clearly. Is that what Sora looked like, soft and vulnerable? Surely not as hardened. He tried not to be. He tried to not let things seep in the way they did for Roxas.

“You’re right,” Roxas finally said. “I just… it’s easier to be mad. He was terrible. DiZ was worse. I was never supposed to exist, remember? No one had to treat me like I was someone because I wasn’t anyone, so they didn’t. I shouldn’t even be mad.”

Sora laid down on his back, putting his hands under his head. “No, I think it’s okay that you’re mad. As long as you move on from it.”

Roxas looked down at him. “I’ll… try. Don’t expect me to be rushing into Riku’s arms or something. Pretty sure he still doesn’t like me regardless of how I would treat him.”

“You haven’t given him a chance. Trust me, beneath all that broodiness and hair, he’s got a real good heart.”

Roxas gave a small nod. A concession, of sorts. Maybe, a step forward.

But only maybe.

[justalittlemango]

17/11/2021

I don't quite know what's with me today. I feel the seasonal depression taking over me once again, as typical with every winter I guess. I don't really know.

I shouldn't feel like this. I should be happy and proud of how far I've come. I'm in my final year of university, also working at a part time job at a supermarket. I'm earning money, as well as financially supporting my parents. I have the company of my family. Yet for some reason, I still feel wack. I don't know why. Why doesn't my mind realise it could be a LOT worse right now? But it's not. Things are great from a different perspective. I'm in a happy long distance relationship. Living with my parents. Not having to pay a fortune on rent at a student accommodation. Studying and learning. I found my thing which is UX and UI design which I enjoy.

So I guess I need to think about the things that are making me think negatively.. and what is that? I guess first things first, my wild ass sleep schedule. Sleeping at 7am and waking up at 6pm or something wild like that. Idk. The thing is, if I didn't have this schedule, I wouldn't have time to chat and chill with my bf since he's 5 hours behind, and tbh.. most likely I would have struggles with my insomnia anyway. I feel like with my circumstances, it's not bad. Especially considering I work night shifts , 9pm-4am. But missing out on the daylight does seem to have an adverse effect on my mood. It's just night time and dark everytime I go outside.

I also feel lonely. I think this is the largest contributor. Tbh I probs wouldn't even care about the sleep schedule if I had peeps to play with every night or something. But yeah I ain't got that anymore. I ain't really got no one to play with anymore, just casual chats. And I can't help but feel boring and that I'm kinda digging myself a hole since I'm going deeper into my.comfort zone again.

Yeah that's a big one..not having that does make me feel pretty uh. Wack. Just.simoly put. 🤣

I feel things are messy. I miss living in Cheltenham tbh. I miss that house and even living with those roommates despite us never talking to each other. It just felt nice and fresh. Also despite the fact that I'd sleep through my lectures most the time. Living in the house I'm in with my parents, I love being with.my parents, but this house is just.. it's a health hazard. The mould and everything breaking and not even being able to use the shower or see what you're doing in the bathroom is a bit crazy. 😳

I miss being able to physically attend my lectures. Even if I didn't really bond with anyone. I just missed that. Something to get me up and out of bed most days of the week. I guess being online and feeling like a second priority isn't really going all that well for me lol.

I'm also on that whole "I dislike my country " sort of thing. I hate the weather here and I hate how it gets dark so early and I hate that I can't really even feel safe when out and about. Idk that one is a bit of a iffy one.

I should be happy though! I'm literally going on a winter break in like 6 weeks time and getting my paycheck this week. I should be happy. I should be excited. Getting to meet my bf for the first.time is going to be the best time of my life. I love spending time with my bf, even if it's all been virtual so far. It's been worth it to hear his sweet voice. I admit I still feel weird about the age gap, since he's 18 and I'm 24. I shouldn't feel weird but eh. I know some people would see it as strange.

Another thing, my ex. He seems to keep jumping on my mind for some reason, and worse of all my mind is allowing it to happen. I don't like thinking about him, especially being in a happy relationship, but I still do. Idk why. Maybe in the slightest sense I miss the times with him and his friends. Despite it also being 8 months ago that he and I split up!! Why am I like this!! And also despite him being a narcissistic abuser and hurting me like nothing has ever hurt before. Idk why I'm like this.

So I guess it's all that.

I feel one of the main things that would solve this is just having a friend group who I can chat with in servers like p much everyday and play games together whenever we can. Like I would be happy with that. But everytime I've been lucky enough to get into something like that, it all comes crashing down. It's why when I am in those situations, I feel grateful and lucky but also know that it won't last. For some reason, socially I am doomed. I seem to have some shit luck with that

But anyway

I should really focus on what really matters, my boyfriend and my family. My studies and my career. That's what's keep things going rn. I guess things can't be perfect right? And if I had a good sleep schedule, ideal work hours and a friend group that would be asking too much. Understandable I guess. I should be grateful for what I have rn.

I can try take some vitamin D supplements to help me. Maybe do some short workouts everyday or something. At least it's a start. And also maybe having some self discipline and waking up at a decent time instead of getting up in the evening hours like some kind of hermit.

And try to stay optimistic. Like hey, appearance-wise this is the happiest I've been with it. I'm in an amazing relationship that's been nothing like the last ones. It's just been great and I get to meet him soon. And fuck anyone who thinks it's weird, it's none of their business! If I want more friends, I should do my discord server hunting again, I mean hey it worked before. If I want to attend classes in-person, I should alter my student finance application and tell them I'll need additional financial support after Christmas so I can move into student accommodation for the next year. With that, I can also ask for a store transfer from my manager. Set alarms for early hours and actually wake up / get out of bed when it rings..

See I know exactly what I need to do.. but I have to question whether these things are exactly what I want. Like leaving this house might get me homesick again and it'll only be for 6 months before I need to move back again. Fixing my sleep schedule means I'll get less time to chill with my bf. Altering my student finance application most likely won't be approved until a while after the new year. Discord server hunting could work but it'll be hard to find them for the games I want.

So yeah, I have to make sure it's what I want. Maybe the things I can do is find a friend group and wake up early, do some.exercises etc. We'll see how that goes first.

Ajskskdkfjfj idk why I'm like this.

[luvdsc]

ngl i don’t remember if i responded to ur last message so plz disregard this is i did 😂. i won’t be taking summer classes cause i can graduate on time without plus with all the corona stuff and my medical problems it prob wouldn’t go too well, idek if my local college is gonna be open during summer lol. i’m feeling okay, still pretty sick and getting my 4th set of bloodwork done so hopefully that will give more info. the coding thing i 100% get! when i’m trying to solve econ and then (1)

something clicks! like heLl yes it’s amazing! the coding in 6th grade was because of an old friend who is INSANELY smart and he was super into it so he dragged me with him for a little bit lol. (still good friends now, he’s an absolute genius and is actually majoring in compsci so that’s kinda funny) and dw we were all playing oregon trail and dying at that age 😂 i’m chinese! jiangxi province to be more exact, don’t speak any tho lol, perks of being adopted at 11 months (2)

and yeah i’ve been calling friends allot, and everyone seems to be doing okay, a little stir crazy but okay. and technically i could do school work at home but honestly i tried that over winter break cause of incompletes and not only is it insanely stressful i just straight up cant do it… like mono doesn’t just mean tiredness for me it means i have zero concentration and memory along with all the headaches and general mayhem it causes the rest of my life. i know it sounds insane, but (3)

it actually has such a bad impact on my life and wellbeing that schoolwork, even just 2 courses (cause that was on the table) would be counterproductive in trying to get healthy again. also without going too deep into financial shit, i have a paid law internship this summer if corona doesn’t mess with that, and it’s such a great opportunity and it’s PAID and i’m a freshman that i really need to be well enough for that, even if it means missing college (weird as that sounds) (4) - cat

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hey, honey bee! i hope you’re feeling better 💓 oh, nice!!! woah, so you’re completing your degree in three years then? :o that’s awesome! and you’ll have summer to enjoy, recuperate, and relax! and i hope the bloodwork results were good 💕 and omg yeah, like that feeling of satisfaction whenever you finally work out a super hard problem is really gratifying :’) 

and omg wow, your friend really sounds like a genius :o oh man, i should’ve been more productive and started coding in sixth grade lmao and so many of my friends are majoring in coen or comp sci, like it’s such a hot major right now, and i’m lowkey jealous of their starting salaries lol and omg i found oregon trail online the other day, and my friends and i played it for a good three hours 😂 and ooo i think a couple of my international friends are from there as well!! do you ever want to learn the language or go visit jiangxi?

oh gosh yeah, we’re all going a little crazy being cooped up all day :/ classes are starting though, so hopefully, it’ll kinda alleviate all the stress and tension. my sleep schedule is so out of wack though, and i thought i’d have til thurs when classes start, but apparently, too many people couldn’t do the coding hw and asked too many questions, so my prof just sent out an email saying we’re having a zoom class tomorrow in the morning ///: 

and that sounds really horrible, i’m so sorry ): my friend had mono during her sophomore year, and she also had to take the year off. does using your phone or laptop give you headaches? and yeah, i completely understand, your health and wellbeing is much more important than schoolwork. you can always do those later. health is the number one priority. and omg congrats on your internship!!! do you want to go to law school after your bachelor’s? :o 

and i totally get it, i also had a paid summer internship freshman year, and it really helped with my finances. internships are truly helpful because of the connections, experience, plus they might even hire you after, so i definitely understand. i got hired after my summer internship this year by the same firm, so it totally makes sense to me. and it’s much more useful because you actually get to see what you do in that line of work, instead of just sitting in classrooms and memorizing charts and facts. ahhh i’m so excited for you though, and i hope you have a good time at your internship!!! tell me all about it when it happens 💞