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hacked-by-jake · 3 years

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Hbj, first of all I hope you have a great day. The theories about Jake using the character, it's making me crack my head, I've always been suspicious of the fact that he has such a quick love interest in MC, I don't see the point in him trusting and liking lovingly so fast in someone he doesn't know, whenever things get tough, he loves to say sweet things to calm down.

I love Jake, but of all the questions he can ask a stranger he decides to ask if MC has a boyfriend? It's like he wants to make sure he can use this method and after episode 8 when we decided to tell how we felt about what happened with Richy, I found him so cold in his responses, trying to treat the situation as unimportant and that bad things happen and when he saw that he was not convinced, he started to say beautiful things, I found it strange that he thought about giving up his sister for a complete stranger, because that's what we are, we don't know Jake and neither does he know us.

Despite all the theories, I know that when I talk to Jake again I'm going to trust him completely, after all they are theories, but the signs are there.

(If Jake is manipulating MC I will cry for days)

Hey, dear Anon! <3

Thank you very much! I also hope that you have a nice day/evening/night. <3

Well, first of all, even though the topic hurts a little, just like with you, but I love talking about it.

And I apologize in advance that the answer has become so long. I didn't expect that myself. xD

I fully understand your thoughts about this, and I’m also afraid that Jake is just taking advantage of us. I try to be as neutral as possible, so as not to be completely biased.

Okay, so I can say for myself, and for many others, that we’re actually the same on that point with Jake. We also trust him incredibly fast although he is anything but trustworthy at the beginning.

You know, I think the relationship between MC and Jake is a little bit based on soul mates. That it’s not a coincidence that we get to know him and that we get along so quickly.

We write more with Jake than with the other characters with whom we can enter into a closer relationship. For example, Richy, even when you flirt with Richy, it goes very fast to the point where you can get closer to him.

I think in some ways this "everything goes fast" is also simply because of the way the game works. I mean, we can’t take so much time to get to know everybody.

We immediately talk to all the characters, and directly a lot. If it would take longer in the game, it would be strange firstly because of Hannah, because she would be kidnapped much longer, and secondly, there would be a lot of tension missing. At least I think so.

You know, I think he’s asking MC if we have a boyfriend, actually, is more of a sign that he’s really interested. I don’t consider Jake to be someone who gets closer to someone when the person is already in a relationship. I think he really wanted to know. Because if he did all this just to make us trust him, he might not care if MC is in a relationship or not.

As we can notice, Jake has a hard time getting social contacts, having a hard time with things like smalltalk, etc. he tells us (we can ask him that, but I think only in the premium version) that he is and always was alone. (I can’t remember his exact wording.) And later he tells us that Hannah and Lilly are the only family he has left.

I think MC has just been the first person to really care about him for a long time, asking him more private questions. Directly during our second conversation with him, we can talk to him about the desert island, and ask him, for example, which programs he uses to hack.

I think, as he says himself, we immediately had a good relationship with each other. And if he’s been alone for a long time, and then someone like MC comes and pays attention to his personality, and not just superficially, he enjoys it.

We have not been deterred by him and his performances, and have treated him as a normal person. Not, for example, like the government that sees him as a criminal, but we know he’s a hacker, but we don’t let that put us off.

In episode 8, when Lilly criticizes us for really trusting him, we can say that we had no choice. We had to trust him, to help Hannah.

And so it was for him with MC. He was just trying to save his sister who was kidnapped in front of him. And all of a sudden, our number comes from Hannah. He had as few options as we had. He’s just trying to find his sister, so he has to trust the person whose number seems to have something to do with it.

Moreover, we are all in a dark time. A kidnapper and murderer who kidnapped one person, murdered one person, and maybe even a second one, Richy.

Everything is always under stress and we are working hard to find and save Hannah. Stress, grief and worry. When two people like MC and Jake meet and have to work so closely together, then a little distraction is really good. Or being drawn closer to someone when you’re desperate.

And then he writes a pretty agitated message, I don’t know if you ever chose this option, I can recommend it to you.

I think we can see how Jake really is when we talk to him about that Hannah might have done something to herself.

Jake says, "But if you think she might have done something to herself, that’s out of the question."

We can then say it’s okay, and we’ll continue to talk to him. However, we can continue to talk about it and tell him, for example, that we should not exclude anything. He’s still stubborn, and we can tell him, "Why are you so stubborn?"

(well, unfortunately I can’t find the screenshot of this place and I can’t remember his exact wording)

However, he sounds so desperate and worried and it also sounds a bit like a reproach, so that he even apologizes afterwards and says that he did not want us to feel bad about him.

(Maybe there is someone here who has selected it and has a screenshot of it)

Yes, unfortunately Jake, in episode 8 when we talk about Richy, sounds and is very cold and emotionless. I think it’s just hard for him to understand how it felt. And "unfortunately" he is more focused on finding Hannah that is one of the only things that interest him.

I think Jake is also kind of blaming himself for not being able to help Hannah faster.

As we also know from episode 8, Hannah had sent him an email. However, this address was no longer active, and he only saw it when it was actually too late. He called her right away, but if he’d seen the message sooner, that might never have happened. Of course, it’s not his fault, but that’s how we humans are. And I think it’s the same with him.

If he feels guilty, I can understand that he wants to help so badly. He probably blames himself for breaking off contact with her at the time. That he didn’t dare tell his sister he is her brother.

Maybe then everything would have been different, and Hannah wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.

I think he was thinking of giving up on Hannah and running away with MC because it was stressful for him, too. He also suffers from the situation, but does not admit it to himself.

As he says himself, he tries to look at everything as objectively as possible, so he ignores what happened to Jessy and Richy. Because I think he’s also hiding his own feelings.

And in between, we can see him from the emotional side. Only rarely, but sometimes it happens.

And right now he realizes that for some time it would be easier to disappear with MC and turn your back on everything. Since the situation also burdens him, it is quite normal to think about choosing the easier way, which would also make him feel better.

But, as he also says, this would bring nothing. The responsibility would catch up with us and we would live forever with the guilt of just letting Hannah down.

And last but not least: the topic of manipulation.

And yes, that’s exactly what Jake is doing with us, manipulating us by using our feelings for him, and calming us down by telling us nice things.

Best we see this in episode 7. After his pursuers tried to hack us. Although he used this method before, manipulated us, but in episode 7 it is the most extreme to see.

However, I have to say that we are doing the same thing with him. We’re doing the same thing.

And best we see that, in episode 8.

When we tell him that the others want to see what we have for clues, etc., and the others want him to come into the group.

We know for a fact that Jake isn’t thrilled. But we get him to decide against it by saying, "I can’t do this without you."

And that’s actually also a point that shows me that Jake really likes us, he gives in and accepts the situation after we tell him that.

And that’s exactly what happens when we ask him to write the letter to Ted with Lilly, where we can tell him that we’d like him to be there. And from that moment, Jake says yes.

If he really didn’t want it, or he didn’t care that we told him we couldn’t do it without us, he wouldn’t give in.

He would just keep saying that he doesn’t want to and he doesn’t want to talk to us about it.

We wouldn’t even have time to contradict him, or just tell the others everything, since he could have erased any evidence from our phone.

He lets us manipulate him as much as he manipulate us.

And he writes when he joins the group chat that he wants to change his mind to tell the others everything, because of us.

And even the others realize that Jake likes us.

Lilly, for example, says (when we talk to her in episode 6) that he interrupted the vote, that his reaction wasn’t normal just because he cared about the subject. He’s very biased, not just because we’re important to him to save Hannah. It’s because we were treated unfairly by Lilly and the others.

Jessy says to Phil that there’s someone who likes us, but she doesn’t know if we’re reciprocating his feelings.

I don’t think I need to say anything about Dan, do I?

Jake and MC are not as inconspicuous together as the two think themselves.

I think I’ve addressed the most important things now, so I want to say an end conclusion: I really believe that Jake likes us and not just manipulates us. I really think he wants to get closer to us.

I’m not a psychologist or anything, of course, but I think Jake has some psychological problems that he might even know himself. Many things are difficult for him and I can often identify with him on this point.

His actions and manner are not always the right ways, sometimes he does not know how to behave and what is okay and what is not. We can see it with Jessy and Richy.

With us, he tries to show empathy and support us, which is why he wants us to rest a little afterwards.

Jake doesn’t seem to have had an easy life, and of course that leaves its mark. I don’t think he’s that cold sometimes because he means it badly.

I know we haven’t known him for long, but this whole situation is so special that it’s not surprising that MC and Jake get along so well and get closer.

Of course I can’t say exactly, maybe it’s really all just played by him, that we will only see at the end, but I don’t think that everything is fake.

And of course, thank you very much for sharing your thoughts and theories with us. As you can see, I had a lot to say and really enjoyed answering that, and I hope I could help you a little bit.

So, I hope that I have not forgotten anything important now and that I have taken up everything I wanted to and can say. 😅

As I said, I don’t know everything myself, and this is just my opinion. I hope I’ve managed not to be so biased.

Take care of yourself and stay healthy, lovely Anon!💚🎭🌹

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brelione · 3 years

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Jessies Girl (Pope X Reader X JJ)

Summary:Pope is crushing on JJ’s girl.

Pairings:JJXReader, Pope X Reader

Warnings:Mentions of sex, swearing?

Jessie is a friend

Yeah, I know, he's been a good friend of mine

But lately something's changed that ain't hard to define

Jessie's got himself a girl, and I wanna make her mine

Pope watched you and JJ cuddling up at the fire.You were sitting on his lap, his arms around your waist as he whispered into your ear, watching as you laughed at whatever stupid thing he was saying.

You looked over to JJ, raising an eyebrow.Pope frowned, knowing that he shouldnt feel this way.JJ was a friend, a good friend.But since you came along Pope found himself getting aggravated, shifting in his seat as he looked down at his root beer can.

You had kind of just showed up out of nowhere, a leather jacket over your bikini and a book in your hand on the beach one day.Of course everyone had taken a liking to you, especially JJ.Pope never stood a chance, JJ stealing you within three days.

And she's watching him with those eyes

And she's lovin' him with that body

I just know it

And he's holding her in his arms late, late at night

Your attention was on JJ, smiling as you watched him balance on a rock. “JJ!You’re gonna die!”You giggled, your hands in the pockets of your brown leather jacket.He smiled, jumping down.John.B had laughed too, shaking his head at the two of you.

JJ picked you up, carrying you on his back as the five of you headed for your destination.It was the one smooth part of the beach that didnt have a ton of small, sharp rocks.You guys set down your chairs, only bringing two and a blanket.

JJ held you against his chest, all of you sitting in a circle as you ate your sandwiches.Pope watched you, seeing how you were whispering into JJ’s ear, your knees on either side of his thigh.

Pope rolled his eyes, knowing that you were probably mumbling something filthy into JJ’s ear.He just wished he could be JJ in that moment.Once you guys were beginning to settle down you had gotten up, pulling off your shorts, slowly letting your jacket fall.

You were wearing a black bralette and high waisted black bikini bottoms, your locket dangling from your neck, the heart resting right between your breasts. “I feel like we should go swimming.”You told them, already heading for the water.

Pope felt his face heat up, smiling as he tugged off his shirt, watching as you ran into the water, laughing and shrieking at how cold it was.JJ ran in after you, pushing you into the cold waves.

You wrapped your arms around JJ’s neck, your lower halves hidden by the dark water as you kissed him.Pope didnt even want to imagine what the two of you were doing, knowing what was going on.Kie and John.B didnt pick up on it though, too busy splashing eachother.

You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Where can I find a woman like that?

Pope couldnt do much about his feelings, confiding with Kie late at night. “You know, I wish that I had (Y/N).Where can I even find a girl like that?”He sighed, resting his head against the couch.She frowned, shrugging.

“California, I guess.I wish that I had her too if im being honest, its not fair that JJ just swooped in.Do you think all California girls are like that?”She asked, trying not to daydream about it.Pope huffed, hearing the bed frame hitting the wall.

“God, I hate them.”He grumbled.Kie laughed, sighing. “You gotta move on, Pope.I mean yeah, shes great and shes pretty and funny and creative and perfect but she’s JJ’s girlfriend.You cant just sit around being grumpy because you’re in love with her.Just be happy that JJ got to her first and not some kook.”She smiled, trying to cheer up the boy in front of her.

Pope sighed, looking over to her. “Yeah, yeah okay but no other girls are exactly like her.Shes the only one who’s ever made me feel like this.”He explained.After a few moments the shaking of the wall finally stopped, moans flowing through the air.

Pope held a pillow over his face. “I hate this.”He repeated.JJ opened the bedroom door, wearing only pajama pants as he made his way into John.B’s kitchen to get a can of soda, turning to see his friends awake. “Oh….hey guys.”He muttered, quickly going back into the room.The dim lighting didnt hide the scratches along JJ’s back and the marks on his neck. “Gross.”Kiara grumbled.

i'll play along with this charade

That doesn't seem to be a reason to change

You know I feel so dirty when they start talking cute

I wanna tell her that I love her, but the point is probably moot

Hiding his feelings was becoming difficult as your three month anniversary with JJ approached.He didnt see why it effected him so much, seeing you and JJ being so sweet with eachother.He felt so uncomfortable when you two started acting all cute together.

“I love you.”You whispered into JJ’s ear, combing his hair with your fingers.He smiled, looking up at you. “Love you too.”He smiled, feeling you kiss his forehead.Pope was sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, hearing the whole thing as he tried to pay attention to the tv.

He rested his chin against his palm, feeling lonely as he saw you poking at JJ’s head while JJ tried to catch your wrist in the process.Pope wanted to tell you that he loved you, that he had his life with you fully planned out, that he loved you more than all the Marvel movies and that he wanted to make you the happiest person on earth.

But he knew that was a stupid idea, that you didnt feel the same.If you did feel the same you wouldnt be with JJ, you would be with him.But there would always be that part of him that ached to tell you his thoughts, to tell you everything he loved about you, to tell you everything he could.But that wasnt possible.

Cause she's watching him with those eyes

And she's lovin' him with that body

I just know it

And he's holding her in his arms late, late at night

Midsummers was a nightmare for more reasons than one.Kiara had invited you, taking you dress shopping.Your dress was a darker purple, the material reaching just above your knee, the top part was rather low cut.

Your eyes had been on JJ the whole time even when you were standing next to Pope while he tried to make conversation with you. “Um...i like your dress.”He muttered, hands in his pockets.

You raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Thanks, its so uncomfy though.”You laughed.He chuckled, calming a bit.He never really got the chance to talk to you alone. “I mean, at least you wont have to stay in it for that long.You guys just have to stay until after the speech or whatever, right?”He asked.You nodded, looking into the crowd of people for your boyfriend.

“So how’s the food and stuff?Im not really allowed to leave this general area.”He gestured to a single patch of grass.You giggled, sighing. “I dont know, they probably poisoned it or something.THey’re demons, Pope.You gotta do an exorcism.”You grinned.

He smiled, biting his lip. “Yeah, let me just grab my bible.”He reached into his pocket, pulling out a tiny piece of paper. “Perfect.”He smiled at the sound of your laughter, proud of himself. “Wow, we better hurry up before the demon comes out of Ward and attacks one of us!Look!His wife has the devil horns!”You gasped, pointing over at Rose.

He smiled. “Wow, im so rich and my botox was 50% off!Im better than you!”He made his voice high pitched, watching as Rose talked.You laughed, watching Ward. “My breast implants were only three million!But it fell out in my bath tub!”You made your voice deep, laughing when Pope snorted.

A few people looked over, the two of you turning around. “Oh my god-watch us get kicked out.”You looked over your shoulder, grinning when you saw JJ. “Hey, im gonna go talk to JJ.I’ll catch up with you later.”You smiled, giving him a quick wave before heading to see your boyfriend.Pope sighed, watching as JJ embraced you in a tight hug.He was funny to think that he would ever even have a chance.

You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Where can I find a woman like that?

Like Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Where can I find a woman...

Where can I find a woman like that?

As the five of you made your exit, JJ had picked you up and spun you around. “Later, Losers!”You shouted, making an L on your forehead and sticking out your tongue before you guys ran off.Pope smiled, amused.The way you could switch between soft and sweet and tough and reckless was something that never failed to amaze him.

He sat as close to you as possible at the fire, looking at your hand that held JJ’s, frowning.Kie glanced at him, shrugging slightly. “Pope, you failed the exorcism.Im disappointed in you.”You told him, grinning when you made him smile. “Sorry, Captain.”He replied, chuckling when you got flustered by the nickname.JJ’s forehead wrinkled a bit, not understanding the joke.

“Did I miss something?”He asked.You shook your head. “No, babe.Just an inside joke.”You winked at Pope, grinning at JJ’s confused face. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”You told him.

Part of Pope was glad that you felt comfortable joking around with him, excited that he had his own inside joke with you while the other part of him just wished you’d ignore him entirely so he wouldnt have any hope of being with you.He didnt even know what he wanted anymore, the one thing he was certain of was that he wanted you.

And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time

Wonderin' what she don't see in me

I've been funny; I've been cool with the lines

Ain't that the way love's supposed to be?

That night Pope had stared at himself in the mirror of John.B’s bathroom.He pulled at his hair, trying to figure out if that was the problem.Was it too long?Too short?Were his eyes too dark?Was his smile not nice enough?What did you see in JJ that you couldnt see in him?

He was basically just a watered down JJ with rational thoughts, good grades and better logic skills.He had gotten you to laugh all night at midsummers, making you smile, making you happy.He had been pretty cool with his jokes, saying them at just the right time.

He had read plenty of romance novels in private, observing the traits of healthy and toxic relationships.This was always how it went, the guy would make the girl happy and make her laugh and then eventually they would fall in love.Isnt that how love is supposed to be?

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silver-wield · 4 years

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body language analysis: tifa and cloud train scene!! go!

Oh, Nonny, you made my morning with this!! I mean, it's not like I haven't touched on Cloud and Tifa's body language in gif reblogs, but an actual post dedicated to one of the best moments of the game? YAY!!

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven't played (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it's gonna be a long one so prepare to scroll.

Also, this is one person's interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that's cool and we'll agree to disagree.

You're also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I'm grabbing them from Youtube and it's frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone's interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis)

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog)

Tifa character analysis

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis)

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti)

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

So, the corkscrew tunnel scene – or clotiscrew tunnel as I've seen it called – begins with Avalanche caught by the sensors on the train. After a timed fight – which, yes, it's possible to lose, but it's also clear this is a “bad ending” where you've made Cloud look like an incompetent dick who can't even handle a few drones – we see Barret mustering his courage and leaping from the train (he's so damn cute sometimes, I'm gonna have to do a post about his development with Cloud at some point).

The action then cuts to Tifa, frozen in front of the door, too afraid to jump (you can hear her whimpering). Cloud calls her name, deals with the last drone and comes over. Now, in the OG, obviously they all jump one after the other because polygons and popeye arms would've just looked like a total mess and Square admitted they neglected Cloti to highlight all the relationship development between Clerith since she dies later.

Cut to 2020 and we get this. Damn, Square, if I didn't already love you for pretty much my entire life already I'd have fallen for you all over again. In fact, I think I probably did.

Ok, I'm done gushing. Kinda.

I think the first thing I have to point out is that Cloud, at no point, needed to do this. He could have verbally encouraged Tifa to jump without the need for physical support at all. After all, the train's slowing down and she was fine in the OG, so who's to say she wouldn't be fine now, too? By calling her name and fixing her attention on him he's actually stalling her jump.

You'll notice that Tifa doesn't take her eyes off the tracks (before this screen obvs since I can see that’s her feet, work with me here), which is fitting since she's zeroed in on that fearful moment and actually can't move without help. Cloud's face in this is displaying typical tension you'd expect in a high energy scene. He's concerned for Tifa, but he's also focused on dealing with the mechs, which he does very quickly. Now, you could argue he did that to get on with the mission, or you could argue he did that because he saw Tifa needed him and his focus shifted to her. And watching the seconds following him turning to look at her, I'd say there's evidence towards the latter because he's actually lost focus on the last mech and it attacks him first causing him to block and parry.

This is the first instance of touching in this scene, and until this point, Tifa hadn't moved or acknowledged Cloud. He needed to physically draw her from her thoughts and you'll hear a surprised exhale from her as she turns to look at him, showing she was lost within herself until he drew her out. Cloud is obviously looking at the tracks, judging his next move. He's already planning what he has to do to keep both of them safe, which is clear from his decisive nod, along with a reassuring, but grim, smile, before pulling Tifa out the door. Remember, I said he could’ve verbally got her attention. He didn’t. He chose touch.

See what I mean about janky quality? Anyway, this is clear concern about Tifa's safety, but also, remember, Cloud is on the mission because Tifa said she felt trapped and he's related that back to their promise that she needs a hero. He's being her hero.

Okay, we're getting to the meat of things now.

First, fucking ouch, he definitely looks pained, meaning that whole manoeuvre wasn't as smooth as he pretended. As they slow down, he puts a bracing hand against the ground to prevent him rolling onto Tifa (because he's a gent and also toting a sword that weighs more than Barret lol).

What's interesting is where his left hand is in this. Make a note: middle of her back. Tifa's head is tucked into Cloud's neck – safety move, so nothing big there. I've seen some people note Tifa's leg is between Cloud's, but I'm gonna discount that as the way they've locked together during the roll. It's unintentional.

Oh, but this isn't! Cloud has absolutely no reason to put his hand back on Tifa. He could leave it lying flat on the ground. You could argue he needs both to help her get off him, but she's on top. She can do that herself. He has no further need past the initial save to have his hands on her, unless that's what he wants. Obviously we can't see his face in this because of Tifa's hair, but this, combined with the next screen tell a very definite story.

He moved his hand! That left hand, he didn't need to move it up in such a caressing gesture. Coupled with the very intense gaze he gives her, I was swooning like a maiden wearing a too tight corset lol

Now, you could argue he's just concerned, it's a high tension situation. Well, I argue that every single trope using this kind of scene results in sexual tension/flustered characters and/or a kiss. Remember, right at this second, he has no reason to still be lying with her like this. In fact, him moving his hand further up her back is a bracing gesture that would keep her close, not release her. Tifa's fists are balled against his chest, which signifies she's protecting her hands – she's a hand-to-hand fighter remember -- but her face is relaxed. She's not feeling awkward or eager to escape.

Eye contact!! Can I just leave it at that? No? Cloud isn't actually the type to keep prolonged eye contact. Oh, did you think I was about to say something else? Well, for literally anyone who hasn't paid attention to him, Cloud often looks away when he feels awkward, flustered, unsure, basically any negative emotion. The only time he looks anyone in the eye is when he's confronting them or at ease. Remember, even when Jessie teased him about smiling during chapter 4 he looked away, embarrassed. Cloud doesn't handle eye contact well. Which is why this is such a huge deal. He's keeping prolonged eye contact with Tifa. He doesn't look away from her eyes when he asks if she's ok. And that question – ah my heart! So soft and tender. You can hear the care and concern in his tone. It anchors the entire scene from start to finish. Everything he just did was because he cares about Tifa and wants to look after her. He wants to make sure she's ok, even if it means he suffers for it. Pretty sure some people will disagree with this, but the damn man wore a dress and went through a humiliating dance routine – humiliating for him, I fucking loved it – just to save her. His first words in Wall Market are he wants to save Tifa, but Aerith cuts him off before he can finish the sentence.

These are the moments that I have to go back over a million times to catch. Check the tiny eye narrowing and uplift at the corner of his mouth. She said she's ok and he's happy about it. He's her hero – in not so many words. Tifa's shaky reply and pale face confirm her shock and fear, but also you can see an easing of the tension in her. There's a subtle softening of her muscle definition and facial expression that displays the trust and belief she has in Cloud that he'd look after her. This is a very mutually appreciative moment between them. Definitely not one sided.

And then the moment is over, without any flustered blushing or stammering, and thank God there wasn't because that would be so ooc I just can't with it. Cloud, despite being an awkward af dork who doesn't know how to deal with women hitting on him, doesn't turn into a flustered 14 year old trying to tell his crush he's leaving Nibelheim whenever they have contact. We've already seen smooth!Cloud giving Tifa a flower and complimenting her like a cheeky bastard. He can handle being around her because he feels comfortable. He can compliment her because of that, too. He might be slightly separated from those childhood feelings, but they're in there and they're motivating him to be outgoing towards her. To show her the cool SOLDIER he became that's worthy of being beside her.

But, yeah, back to the point. The moment is over. Or is it? Because that is some very further prolonged eye contact between them when there doesn't have to be. Tifa moves back, Cloud moves forward, they're both getting up and yet, they're both looking at each other. I don't know about you, but I find it easier to look where I'm going when I've fallen on my ass and need to get up. I sure af don't stare longingly into someone's eyes like I can't bear not to.

And now it really is over because right after this the mechs arrive. But before that, some more prolonged eye contact. There literally is no need for them to do this at this point. Tifa looks pensive, but I think that's her default tbf. Yet, at the same time, there's an intensity in her gaze like she wants to say something – maybe it's just a thank you, that would turn into a flirty conversation of some sort “you didn't need to do that,” “I wanted to” kind of deal – so it makes sense they're interrupted because Square said they didn’t want to overdo the amount of Cloti content they added and this is already a very charged scene.

Meanwhile, Cloud is looking at her like she's his entire world and he's just waiting for her to realise it. There's an aura of expectation in his pose and face. They're both crouching in mirrored poses, which as some of you may know is what you do when you're trying to build rapport with someone. It's basic body language building blocks. Toddlers do this. They're both on one knee, slightly leaning forward. Now, if there was no rapport between them, if they wanted to end the moment, one of them would stand up, breaking the mirrored pose and cutting off eye contact. This would put one above the other and show an imbalance in their relationship. This doesn't happen. They both turn at the same time, rise at the same time and fight pose at the same time.

Conclusion:

Seriously? After all that you can't draw your own?

Ok, I'll be fair to the other side. Let's take away Cloud's history with Tifa – since that's the biggest argument for them: the childhood crush trope.

If Cloud and Tifa weren't friends, just colleagues on a mission, this scene would still be hella charged with sexual tension and implication that Cloud has a thing for her. Even if it's just basic sexual attraction, that's still attraction and a marker on the pathway to a relationship.

But, they are friends, so moving on.

Tifa is the more reserved one in this dynamic. She's naturally shy – it's canon – but even with that, she's affected by Cloud. She holds that eye contact. Her voice is equally soft as his. She mirrors his pose. She doesn't try to get away the second they stop moving. Cloud is the one to move things along, without awkwardness because he's comfortable with Tifa. He's not out of sorts having her lying on top of him – which you can argue means he's not interested, but I literally just pointed out all the ways in which he is into her. Being comfortable in someone's company doesn't mean a person isn't attracted to them. If I had to stick a pin in Cloud's sexuality I'd say he's on the demi scale, meaning he needs to have a deep emotional connection to whoever he's with before he falls in love with them. He's not a love at first sight kind of guy.

This fits with the childhood crush trope. Cloud's known Tifa for years and developed an attraction to her that still lingers, making a reconnection between them easier. He's not slobbering over her because he's Cloud and very stoic – I know people say his true self isn't like this, but it is only with more insecurity and desire to prove himself. He's still a very reserved guy with a dry sense of humour. He's prone to melancholy and self doubt, which is why his friends bolster his confidence so much.

Point is, everything in this scene showcases a deep and meaningful relationship between the two of them at its best, while at its most shallow it shows Cloud is sexually attracted to Tifa, which is something that could develop into a more meaningful relationship later. Either way, it's a marked moment in their interactions that Cloud's non-optional choices led to it. There's no either/or within this. It happened.

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00. prologue | dear miss soju

ღ Synopsis: College is hard. Love is even harder. Good thing the students of Mansae University can write in to Miss Soju, the campus’ very own romance advice columnist! The only problem is she’s never been in a relationship. Ever. There’s no telling what kind of chaos she may cause in the love lives of several of MU’s most eligible bachelors. Too bad no one knows who she really is! ღ Characters/Pairings: college AU! Seventeen & OC’s, Pairings TBA! ღ Genre: Romantic Comedy, Slice of Life ღ Warning(s): Mentions of alcohol, underage drinking, mentions of sex, language, bad jokes ღ Word Count: 2.6k words ღ Binu’s Note: hi to anyone who is reading this!!! i’m super excited (and kinda nervous :0) to post this bc i’ve been working on this project for a while now. aaaa i hope there are at least some people who can enjoy it! this is a relatively short-ish chapter but it’s p dense with exposition lol but anyway if ur reading this, thank you i love you!!!

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Introducing The Front ’s New Romance Advice Columnist: Miss Soju!

We all have an ideal: an ideal type, an ideal first date, an ideal relationship. The problem is love isn’t ideal at all. And sooner or later, we find ourselves sitting on that plastic chair in that tent on the side of the road with an ache in our chest. You’re hurt, confused, and kind of going crazy-- all the tell-tale symptoms of heartbreak are there. And the only cure? Soju, of course!

Finding a decent partner and maintaining a healthy, sustainable relationship is difficult enough as it is. Then layer it with the culture shock of university, where you’re experiencing actual adulthood for the first time without mommy and daddy to hold your hand. It’s enough to make anyone lose their minds! Sure, you could always turn to your friends for support and advice, but in all honesty, they’re even more of a mess than you are.

That’s why Mansae University’s affiliate newspaper, The Front, will be reviving our romance advice column this fall! Each week, Miss Soju will be answering all your burning questions, and that means all of them. Her expertise touches on topics as simple as explaining to that one guy that your love is fated because you passed each other at Yuhaeng Quad, like three times, and extends to more extreme situations that require an anonymous veil, like how to confess to your new boyfriend with the furry fetish that you’ve been severely allergic to animals since you were three and you have no idea how any animals act, let alone… Yikes.

It’s true, college is full of new and bizarre experiences, some we must go through and some we’d much rather avoid. Who knows? Maybe you’ll meet the love of your life here. But it’s okay to admit that you need a little guidance through the mystical and confusing world of college dating. Miss Soju has got your back, and she’s not afraid to hit you with that real shit. As she always says, good advice is like taking a shot: sweet on the lips but burns your throat as you swallow it down.

Monday, June 3rd, 2019 3:07PM

“Jihoon, I don’t know if I can do this.”

Name: So Joohyun. Major: Journalism major with a minor in communications. Estimated graduation year: 2021. Desired position: World News Journalism Intern. That was what she had put on her application for The Front’s junior internship program. She had made sure to attach her published articles and to emphasize her interest in-- no, her passion for-- reporting compelling stories on an international scale. Not once in her application did she indicate that she was an expert in love or sex, let alone qualified to give others advice on the subjects! In fact, she was probably the least qualified person on campus for this position, which was probably the most perplexing aspect of the whole situation.

But despite all of that, there she was, sitting in Yuhaeng Quad with her best friend, reading the promo piece she had written for Miss Soju. Jihoon had been ecstatic when he had thought of the nickname back in high school. She had snuck bottles of the alcohol over to his house one night after finals week, and he had drunkenly claimed that the name was doubly clever since So-ju were also the first two syllables in her name. When the newspaper had told her she needed an anonymous pen name, it was the only thing she could think of, mostly because creating a secret identity had made her in desperate need of a drink. She changed her mind. Having a secret identity was equally as perplexing as pretending to know how to spice up people’s sex lives. It was like she was some kind of Love Spiderman. She was not ready for that kind of great power or the great responsibility that came with it!

“‘I don’t know if I can do this’?” Jihoon repeated her words slowly. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say those words in that order. Can I take your picture? I need to commemorate this moment.”

“Can’t you see that I am having a crisis?” she whined. “The integrity of my career is on the line because I’ve never bothered to go on a date!”

“When are you not having a crisis?” Jihoon laughed. He sat up from lying down on their picnic tarp to give her full view of his smug grin. Originally, he had dragged Joohyun outside in hopes that the perfect summer weather would help relieve some of her stress from the past week. He even found her favorite spot under the shade of an ancient tree that overlooked the stretch of green field. But Jihoon could not call himself a proper best friend if he passed on an opportunity to rub all of this in her face. “This is what you get for chickening out on all our group blind dates! I could have scored that hot bassist girl with the thigh tattoo, but nooo, you always had to put your career first.”

“Sue me for having priorities!” she huffed. Leave it to Jihoon to chalk this all up to karma. Now that he mentioned it though, she couldn’t help but feel like a higher power was taking a piss on her life. Or maybe it was just the shit-eating smile on Jihoon’s face that had her on edge. Joohyun tried to avert her focus to a couple of boys tossing a frisbee around instead, but somehow that irked her too. The idyllic weather, the carefree students, everything that was pleasant seemed to mock her sour mood. She pouted at the ground in defeat, and continued, “You are the first person to know that if I was told that dating and fucking around were going to be crucial to my journey to becoming South Korea’s top journalist by the time I turn 25, I would have become a hoe long ago.”

“Woah, are you gonna start your thot phase for this? Are we gonna have a hot girl summer?” The boy began to bounce excitedly. Joohyun felt it was high time to give him the finger, but she also felt a small smile tugging at her frown. “Easier said than done, though. Remember Jessi from high school?”

“Yeah I remember,” she said with a sigh. High school romance had lured so many of her friends into its clutches, with its enticing promises of sweet chocolates and stuffed animals, and she had helplessly watched from the top of the class as they forsook their grades for boys who didn’t even know what deodorant was. She only shuddered to think of the state of their grades after a nasty break up. It was then that Joohyun had decided that her future was not worth risking over a boy’s attention. “Which is exactly why I never got involved in all that mess in the first place.”

“This must be the gods telling you that it’s time to.”

“What kind of fucked up god sets up a virgin as a love advice columnist?” she asked the sky loudly. If she had known there was anyone listening, she would have insisted that her question was rhetorical and was not in need of any type of response! However, the gods cared not for grammar technicalities on the mortal plane. They just couldn’t resist the chance to respond to someone so openly questioning their decisions with some good ol’ spite. Honestly, with the way things were going for her lately, Joohyun probably should have expected the frisbee flying merrily towards her face, even if she hadn’t just challenge the universe.

“Oh fuck!” Joohyun jerked out of the way and felt the frisbee thunk against her shoulder instead. “Ow.” At this point, she didn’t even have the capacity to be annoyed; she just braced herself for whatever misfortune life threw at her next.

“Sorry about that!” A boy called out, jogging up to them. As he came into clearer view, she noted that he looked far from misfortunate, and also had to remind herself that staring was rude even if someone was unnaturally handsome. His features were soft yet striking, like he had been carefully sculpted from cotton candy. Or maybe a fluffy rain cloud? Joohyun shook her head a little as if that would get her to stop staring so shamelessly. She speculated whether it was the sun that made it look like his blond hair was a glowing halo. Okay seriously, stop staring! He gave Joohyun a sweet smile when he reached them. “My friend got a bit distracted. Now that I’m here, I can’t say that I blame him. Hope we didn’t do too much damage!”

“Uh,” was her captivating reply.

Jihoon, never one to miss such a ripe opportunity, piped up beside her. “She’ll be fine. This is Joohyun, by the way.”

His smile widened at Woozi’s introduction, and Joohyun could swear there was an actual twinkle in his eyes. “Nice to meet you both. I’m--”

“Yoon Jeonghan!” They all looked towards the call. The ethereal boy let out a startlingly loud cackle at the sight of his friend, who gave the two strangers a sheepish wave before continuing to gesture for Jeonghan to return. Joohyun must have been put in a staring mood, because she didn’t miss how his friend’s big ears were a shade of pink and how they bloomed into a cherry red when they briefly made eye contact. She caught herself wondering if all the boys at Mansae University were always this cute.

“I guess I better go,” the boy named Jeonghan shrugged. Joohyun felt his fingers brush against hers when he took the frisbee from her hand, his eyes glinting mischievously. Now she was sure she was seeing things. “See you two around!”

They both watched him retreat in an awestruck silence. That was certainly… unanticipated. Even long after Jeonghan and his friend were out of sight, the brief encounter left a blanket of fogginess lingering over them. Had she not felt his fingers on hers, Joohyun would have easily believed that it had all been in her head. At the same time, she was pretty sure that she wasn’t bold enough to conjure up someone that looked like that on her own. As she continued to fathom how a human being could glow, Joohyun felt the fog dissipate into the warm summer air. She felt like she was waking up from a disorienting dream, and she blinked to hasten the process. To her growing bewilderment, she found that her heartbeat was steady as she came back to her senses, her mind seemingly devoid of the panic and doubt that had plagued her all week. It was a gasp of fresh air.

Jihoon, on the other hand, had long broken free from the strong impression that the blond boy made. He noted the dazed look on his best friend’s face and rolled his eyes. Who knew that a pretty boy was all it took to make her shut up a bit? He nudged Joohyun impatiently, so that she could pay attention to him while he roasted her for totally flubbing her chances. “You thinking of risking it all for that guy?”

In an instant, Joohyun slammed herself back into reality just to shove Jihoon away from her. “That is so not happening,” she said a little too indignantly. Before Jihoon could reassure her that the guy seemed interested enough even though she had only said a single syllable to him, Joohyun suddenly turned to him very seriously. “Do you really think I can do it, Jihoon?”

“What, bang that guy? I can try calling him back here if you want,” he snickered.

“You know what I mean!”

“Okay sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Jihoon replied, his grin now melting into a familiar smile, the one that could put her at ease on her lowest days. “I just don’t know why you have to ask. You and I both know that you kick ass at writing. You’ve written about stuff like natural disasters and the student protests, no problem at all. It’s not like you have a PhD in environmental science or politics. How is this any different? ”

Joohyun scrunched her face as if Jihoon had just suggested that chocolate milk came from brown cows. “Dude, they’re completely different. Those articles were reporting on facts. I did research, I conducted interviews!”

“That’s what I’m saying, Joo!” Jihoon exclaimed suddenly. As smart as she was, he couldn’t help getting a little giddy whenever he thought of a good idea before her. “Why not treat Miss Soju like any other of your other projects? I mean, love is probably one of the most well-documented experiences throughout history, and people are still going through all the same shit. There’s probably thousands of resources for a man simping on a hot chick alone. You can even take your pick, like movies, songs, books, weird couples on Youtube?You don’t need to have experience, because you can just do the research! ”

“Research?” Joohyun repeated. If there was one thing that she was good at, it was doing the work. From the moment she had decided to become a journalist, everything she had done was a strategic move to get her closer to her end goal. She had spent sleepless nights perfecting the details of her writing, countless hours reading through endless archives of old articles. Hell, she even restricted herself from dating for years just so she could focus on keep her grades up. It was almost too easy of a solution. Maybe she was meant to do this after all.

Another couple of months of research would simply be another hurdle on her way to the finish line and she was getting closer and closer. Finally, she felt a smile spread across her cheeks, a real, genuine smile. “I… I can do that.”

“Now that,” Jihoon said as he took her hand in his, pulling her up to her feet, “sounds like So Joohyun. Or should I say Miss Soju?”

She laughed as she dusted the grass off of her butt. “You know, it’s probably not a good idea to include the first part of my name in my anonymous persona. It makes it so obvious that it’s me.”

“Yeah, I mean it would be obvious if people actually knew who you were in the first place,” Jihoon scoffed, narrowly dodging a kick from her. “That’s a good thing for you! Anyway, let’s get out of here, I have a couple of tweaks to make to my song before releasing it tonight. Could you listen to it by the way? I need to know if it’s too cheesy.”

“Oh, the song you’re writing about your mystery muse?” Joohyun hummed playfully while packing up their blanket. She followed after her best friend as he began the short climb uphill. “I don’t know if I want to, you’ve been pretty out of pocket today.”

“Hey!” he said defensively. “First: I don’t need a muse for my songs, I just have a very vivid imagination and my talent does the rest. Second: I literally just stopped you from giving up on your lifelong dream of becoming a journalist, so I think you owe me one. You’re just jealous I can write love songs without having an existential crisis.”

“See, that is what I mean by out of pocket,” she paused for a beat. “I may be willing to listen to your song. For a small price, of course.”

“Okay, deal,” he agreed without hesitation, missing the way Joohyun deviously smirked beside him. They reached the concrete pavement at top of the hill and headed in the direction of his nearby apartment. “What is it this time, Ms. So?”

“Well Mr. Lee, thanks to your lovely suggestion earlier, I have been inspired to begin work immediately. So we shall be watching Twilight on movie night,” she said all too gleefully, mostly for satisfaction that Jihoon’s twisted face of disgust gave her.

“Do we have to?” he groaned.

“It’s for my research!”

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sunbirddtellsstories · 4 years

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I was rewatching one of my favorite episodes of Xiaolin Showdown lately and I’ve been thinking of Jesse’s/Jessie’s character. I really like her a lot. I was always fascinated with that character from the moment I first saw her. Clay was my favorite Dragon, so to learn he had a sister??? Who was a biker girl??? And a BAD GUY?! Like, it was crazy! I loved the episode, and I still love it to this day. I love the lore, the aesthetic, the Black Vipers, the story, and the ending with Jesse under a starry desert sky flying off into the moon leaving behind a magical rainbow trail behind her? Like, tell me that’s not awesome!

So, since I’m bored and have Xiaolin on my mind, I’m gonna rant about her for a little bit.

First off, Jesse’s listed in the credits with the male version of the name, aka Jessie without the “I.” And the first thing I thought about when I mulled over this choice for a name was that it reminded me of Jesse James, who was a famous outlaw back in the days of the Wild West. So it was maybe a crew choice to give her that name as a shout-out to her criminal nature, and because of that, I like to think that in the show’s universe, Jesse used to be Jessie but dropped the “I” the day she left the Bailey Ranch. You know, to show that a) she was starting a new life and leaving her old persona behind and b) maybe to challenge the stifling old gender norms she was relegated to at the ranch. I mean, Daddy Bailey, as cool as he is, did ooze vibes of toxic masculinity in the one episode we saw him. If he was hyper focused on making Clay the manliest man, then it makes sense that he’d push Jesse to be the girliest girl.

But like, Jesse’s her own person, man. She’s hotheaded and stubborn and determined, and she’s got enough grit and pride in her to say “You know what? Screw this. I’m not happy here, I’ll never be enough for you, and life is too short to live in a place where you’re either ignored because everyone’s paying attention to your brother or being pressured and prodded into being something you’re not.”

So she left. I mean we never got a backstory on that (and I would have loved one, trust me), but she left, and she left on bitter terms too, considering Clay’s instinctive animosity towards her on sight. Like, no “hey, how’s life” or “where have you been.” The first thing he did after recognizing her was to call her a varmint. A nuisance. A lowlife.

That’s....uncharacteristically harsh, Clay. You’re supposed to be the sweetheart of the group, and the first thing you do when you see your baby sister after who knows how long...is to insult her?

Wow. There’s a story there. And if we don’t get any background on it, then maybe I’ll write it later? There’s always fandom, kids! And fanfic. And fanart.

But Jessie really does fascinate me as a character. Like even more than Ashley, or Wuya, or Shadow, or even Kimiko! Out of all the (very few!) female characters in the Xiaolin lore, she’s the one I’m interested in the most. It’s everything about her you know? It’s her backstory, it’s her personality, her skills, her likes and dislikes, the way she chooses to live her life, the way she’s constantly double crossing everyone around her - even her brother! No one is safe from her except for her loyal Vipers, who must also like her and trust her a lot too, since as soon as there’s a brief void in the leadership role, they automatically welcome her and her alone back into it, instead of squabbling over who should be the leader of their biker gang. For all their trouble and deceit, the Black Vipers stick together.

Probably because they’re all they’ve got.

I mean the girls live in a MINE! (An abandoned mine, like seriously, how cool is that?!) and they’ve got pet vultures, and know every inch of their hideout, and the place is falling apart in some areas but it’s HUGE and awesome and it looks wicked cool so it balances out.

But that alone implies that none of them have actual houses or trailers or apartments or condos where they actually crash. None of them have a home to go home to.

And why would they? I mean, you don’t just wake up one day and choose to live a life of crime. The show always likes to hammer in the fact that the world’s not black and white. Everyone’s got some good chi and bad chi in them. Everyone’s a shade of grey. And that includes the Vipers. And something tells me that they’re a darker shade of grey than most girls, and not entirely by choice either. Girls don’t just wake up and become bad guys. It’s a lot more complicated than that.

I worry about these girls. All of them are so young, early-late teens at most, but they’ve each got a criminal record and have scored enough infamy to be known all through the American Southwest. That’s kind of awesome. But mostly really, really sad.

Sadly we don’t get much personality from the girls, but I wish we did, I love the quirks in their character designs like WallEyed Short Girl and Tall Freckled Mopey Girl, and even Belle! Yes, the redhead has a name, and it’s Belle. Personally she’s my favorite design out of all four Vipers. The bright red hair paired with the turquoise in her necklace and hat is simple but unique. And her sass! And the fact that she’s like the ONLY XS character with brown eyes. Aaah! I love her so much!

But even with their lack of screen time or even voice lines, there’s enough evidence to infer that these girls are each other’s family. They’re sisters. They’re partners in crime wherever they go, from the arid deserts of Arizona to the neon casinos of Nevada, from the white sands of New Mexico to the empty-hearted prairies of Oklahoma, and hey maybe even as far west as Baja California!

And of course, Texas.

It’s interesting that even though she cut all ties with her dad and her brothers and her mom (I mean, if she even has one), she still wanders through Texas. The last thing she screamed at Jack as he took off in a huff with no Wu was “Don’t Mess With Texas”! She may have turned her back on her family and the ranch, but she’ll never turn her back on her home state. That’s kind of beautiful. It’s nice to think that the big bad biker chick who rules over a gang that kidnaps people and robs them blind....still has a soft spot.

But I mean, of course she has a soft spot. She’s a person, right? Good chi and bad chi coexisting together in a single human being. She’s got dreams, right? Secret wishes that keep her up at night, keep her going when the chips are down, keep her going when things get hard for her gang and she has to be the one to stay strong and lead them through it despite being a KID...yeah. It’s abundantly clear that Jesse is an adventurous soul. I mean, you gotta be if you spend your days riding through the desert and running from cops, and your nights sleeping in a creepy, abandoned mine that goes on for miles underground. That’s certainly not a lifestyle for the faint of heart, but Jesse seems just fine with it.

Because as crazy and as sad as her situation is, a teen girl with no home and, thanks to her record, no happy future to speak of, she’s happy where she is. Probably the happiest that she’s ever been in her life. She certainly has a lot more freedom, and values that freedom to Hell and back (probably.) She’s seriously gotta love the sweet, simple feeling of going wherever she wants and doing whatever she wants. Stealing from people probably gives her such a thrill, and with the jumps she made with her bike during the Showdown in her one and only episode...yeah, our girl’s an adrenaline junkie. Fer sure.

I wonder if she’d ever leave the desert at some point in her life. I mean, being an outlaw is cool and all but it’s definitely got a lot of drawbacks, and it isn’t very sustainable. And, I mean...people change. Maybe someday she’d just grow out of the lifestyle. Maybe one night she’d sit her Vipers down for one last talk, pass her leadership over to Belle, give them all one big hug and wish them luck, get on her bike and just...leave.

I wonder where’d she go then. Definitely not back home. Probably not with Clay. Being a Xiaolin hero, going to monk school, fighting over Warts...that’s his life, not hers. And I mean, she does have that inferiority complex, which aren’t exactly easy to grow out of. Maybe she’d secretly feel that she wasn’t good enough to be Xiaolin. But she definitely wouldn’t want to go full evil and switch to the Heylin side.

Jesse’s not Xiaolin, or Heylin. She’s just....Jesse. And that’s why we love her so.

I think she would wander. She’d wander all over the US, through every last state, seeing all that there is to see. Some places impress her. Some do not. Some remind her far too much of her home back at the ranch and some are so alien and foreign that her heart almost breaks from the loneliness. Sometimes she falls in love. Then, she falls right out of love, never unexpectedly, but only sometimes by choice. And after a few hours of heartbreak and self care, she’s back on her feet again, hunting down her next adventure. If she sees a Wu, she contacts Clay, and waits for him and the others to come. It’s easier to talk to him now, so they talk often. She sends him a pretty postcard from each city she visits. And with each message, she writes an animal fact about a local critter, just for him.

Home is....it’s not home anymore. Daddy Bailey, Mama Bailey, even Patrick...they don’t consider her family no more. At least that’s what she believes. She never writes to them. She doesn’t see the point. As far as she’s concerned, they all said what they had to say the day she left the ranch. Soemtimes she’s overcome with the temptation to give them a call and see how things are. But no matter how hard she tries, she always hangs up as soon as they answer.

It’s too late to fix what I broke, she tells herself.

And sometimes, she believes it.

But no matter what gets her down, Jessie’s a tough girl. She’s smart and clever and knows how to get by on her own. Her independent nature was hard-earned. She can take care of herself. So she does. And she wanders. And she sees the world beyond the desert.

Hey, remember that one line during her episode where she says “the only thing better than riding is flying,” or that out of all the Wu she could have kept for herself - out of all powers she could have had at her disposal - she opted to keep the Wings of Tinabi, aka the flying Shen Gong Wu?

I like to think that Jesse, like her brothers, is a smart cookie. But while Clay’s got animal facts and Patrick’s got computers, she’s more of an engineer. I mean, she’s got to keep her rides in tip top shape right? And those weren’t ordinary motorcycles either. I wonder if she was the one who designed the Black Viper’s iconic bikes. Maybe she built them all from scratch. Maybe they all did.

And maybe building bikes isn’t all she’s good at. I like to think that as Jesse gets older she takes on a whole new kind of project. As soon as she gets enough material and enough space to house her new baby, she gets to work on something she’s always been wanting to make in the back of her mind but never could before. It’s more complicated than motorcycles or cars or even tractors, and there’s a lot to lose if something goes wrong. But Jesse’s a risk taker, and a dreamer. And above all, she believes in herself. She has to. She’s always had to, because no one ever else did. Not until she chose to be her own biggest fan did she ever have someone in the stands cheering her on. She can do it. Of course she can. She’s Jesse Gotdang Bailey, and she can do anything.

I like to think, after a while on the road, exploring every last corner of America, and hey, maybe even Canada and Mexico, she finally gets around to building herself a plane. Wheels and steel are a beautiful combination, but wings? Wings can take you anywhere. They offer a freedom like no other. Hundreds and hundreds of people over countless generations have looked up at the sky and wished to be up there. And Jesse wouldn’t be any different from them.

I like to think that she finishes it right as she reaches adulthood. I like to think that she actually goes legit - for once - and gets herself a pilot’s license. I like to think that she gives her new ride a bright coat of paint, puts on the last finishing touches, gets herself a viper tattoo as a way to honor the occasion, and takes off towards the Xiaolin Temple the very next morning to show Clay how far she’s come.

And I would like to think that on the side of the plane, in beautiful rainbow lettering, is the name she chose for her new aircraft:

The Wings of Tinabi.

#sunbird writes headcanons #jessie bailey #jesse bailey #xiaolin showdown #xiaolin showdown clay #clay bailey #the black vipers #character analysis

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ladyramora · 3 years

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The Matchmaker 2

Submitted by @lolzwaitwhat

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Ramora glided past groups of men and women alike, wearing a blue and black dress that showed she was helping with the Valentoine Celebration...

And a lot of leg, which she did not mind at all.

Nor did she mind the stares of the people who she passed. The dress did look amazing on her. It went well with her skin tone, her hair and she'd found some lovely little accessories that looked great with it. Along with a pair of stockings with little black hearts going up to her mid thigh and then leaving plenty to any wandering eye or vivid imagination.

But as much as she'd love to flirt and hopefully find a Valentoine to spend the rest of the holiday with, she was on a different kind of mission tonight... that could wait until later.

She walked to the back of one of the food stands where Lolz was working, wearing a dress just like hers, only hers was red and black with a pink frilly apron covered in hearts and flour, "How is everything going here?" she asked.

"Fan-bloody-tastic!" Lolz said, clearly stressed as she unknowingly coated her cheek with flour while trying to push a stray strand of pink hair out of her face, "I should've just listened to Lisette and just stuck with the regular sweets, but NO I just HAD to insist on making donuts with all sorts of fillings now didn't I?!" She ranted as she filled a pastry bag with what looked like custard, "I don't know why you didn't just slap your hand over my mouth like you did last year-!"

"Because we both need to work here to give the other Scions a reason to come, remember?" She reminded her.

Lolz froze for a moment, then gave her a sheepish look, "Sorry, it's just been a mad dash to keep everyone fed, I almost forgot the plan..."

Ramora smiled and gently patted her clean cheek, "Don't worry about it, Lolzy, I've seen the lines and I already told Astrid and Lisette that they should get a team to make these next year instead of having you taking most of this on yourself."

"Thank you." She sighed, then handed her a donut carefully wrapped in paper, "Cream filled, just in case you want to give someone a message for later."

"Aw, Lolzy," Ramora cooed as she took the gift, "How thoughtful! I'll definitely enjoy it, one way or another."

Lolz giggled and then began filling the heart shaped pastries, "So, did you get Tataru and Wedge into the maze?" She asked.

"Not yet. Tataru wanted to look around a bit, so I insisted she take Wedge with her." Ramora reported as she took a bite.

"And she actually did it?" Lolz asked, surprised.

"I told her you had helped Astrid with the snack selection this year and there is a discount for couples, we both know Tataru cannot resist a good deal and you both do love your sweets." Ramora said, then smirked, "Perhaps it's a Lalafell thing?"

Lolx scowled and held up her pastry bag, "One more word, Rammy and I'm covering you in cream."

"Wouldn't be my first time." She purred back.

Lolz continued to glare at her before sighing in defeat and continuing her work, "Fine, I'll admit it, you're probably right about that. My brothers and sister and my whole Mum's side of the family all love sweets too..."

"So if the maze won't work, we'll make covering him in honey plan B." Ramora joked.

"Ha! No," She said seriously, then put on a thoughtful expression, "But maybe I could spill some caramel on him... Which reminds me, I should make some more once I'm done with these..."

"Lolz. Focus." Ramora said sternly, "They should be by here any min-"

"Ramora! Lolz!" Tataru called, holding a red faced Wedge's hand, "I finally found you two!" she said as she made her way towards them.

"I'm going to guess by the looks on your faces that you both have been enjoying the festival?" Ramora asked.

"It's so much fun!" Wedge blurted, "The booths have interesting games and prizes and the food is fantastic!" He then looked to Lolz, "Ramora said you had a hand in that this year."

"Yes well, I'm hoping that I'm less hands on next year." She said, then carefully wrapped two freshly filled donuts, "Here, on me."

"Oh, we couldn't..." Tataru said, although both hers and Wedge's eyes were locked onto the sweets.

"Please do." Lolz pleaded, "The less sweets that make their way to the front of the booth, the faster they'll have someone cover me for a while to have a break."

"Well, if you insist!" Wedge said excitedly as the two happily dug in. Lolz reached into a pocket of her apron, only for Ramora to instead pull a few coins from a small pouch she had on her garterbelt and handed them over to her instead.

Lolz looked at the coins, then down where the coins seemed to have come from, then looked Ramora right in the eye, "I'm going to wash my hands again." She said, dropping the money off at the register before going towards a small sink to wash up.

"These are great!" Tataru said, a small bit of cream on her cheek.

Ramora took another bite of her donut and moaned a little, getting both Lalafell's attention, "Sorry." She said after she swallowed, covering her mouth with the tips of her fingers. Tataru seemed to just write it off as Ramora being herself, but the Duskwright caught Wedge's eye and quickly pointed down at Tataru, the cream from her donut, then tapped at her cheek.

Wedge quickly got the hint and saw the cream on Tataru's cheek and quickly pulled out a (thankfully clean) handkerchief, "Tataru, you have some cream on your cheek." He said, "Here." He held the cloth out in offering.

"Oh, thank you, Wedge!" she said, a little embarrassed as she accepted it from him and carefully wiped at her cheek. He glanced up at Ramora, beaming. Last time he'd offered his handkerchief to Tataru, it'd been covered in oil and rust, he'd probably had to strain himself not to use the clean one Ramora had picked out for him for tonight.

Ramora gave him a broad smile of approval before he took another bite of his donut, getting cream on his cheek too.

"Goodness!" Tataru chuckled, "We should've asked Lolz for some napkins!" she then wiped at the cream on his cheek and Wedge's face went crimson.

"So." Ramora said, realizing that if she didn't do something soon, Wedge would faint before he'd have a chance to go to the maze with Tataru, "Have you two gone to the maze yet? It's the most popular attraction!"

"Not yet, we've been having plenty of fun at the booths, but we've been hearing lots of fun things about it."

"It really is fun." Ramora assured her, "I've done it several times and Astrid really outdid herself this year with this one!"

"Indeed she did!" Another voice called out from behind them, the group turned to see Lisette, looking quite pleased to see them enjoying themselves with Biggs right behind her, looking a bit uncomfortable, "Although Ramora and Lolz helping with the advertising and the menu did go a long way into helping with that." she said.

"Of course we would help!" Ramora said, "This is one of Lolzy and my favorite holidays!"

Lolz returned from washing her hands and called out for someone to take the now finished donuts to the front. One of the younger ones quickly took the completed products from her and she began pouring sugar into a pot.

"What about you Lolz?" Wedge asked, "Have you gone into the maze yet?"

"Huh?" She said, snapping herself out of cooking mode and suddenly looked a bit uncomfortable with Lisette's laser focused gaze on her, "Oh, no. I-I haven't seen what she's done with the maze this year yet."

"Oh?" Lisette asked, her tone light, but Ramora knew that the huntress had caught the scent of a single person in the waters and Gods help them, she now had Lolz in her sight.

"I've been meaning to," Lolz insisted, "I've just been so busy helping with the snacks and I promised Astrid I'd make sure the food was perfect... you know how much she wants to prove she can handle this on her own so you and your beloved can spend this holiday together enjoying yourselves instead of working. I just want to make sure that this stall was one thing she didn't have to worry about..."

Lisette's expression softened a bit, "That's very kind of you, but neither Astrid nor I would want you to overwork yourself."

"I'm fine." She fibbed nervously, "What would make you think I was overworking myself?"

Ramora did her best not to wince at that comment. she and Lolz had been here since mid-morning and she knew for a fact that her pink haired friend had not once taken a break in that entire time, despite her warnings to go into the maze before Lisette started prowling around for single people to partner up.

Lolz was royally screwed.

Lisette slipped into the booth and quickly removed the apron from Lolz's body and strapped it to her own, quickly pulling a small coin purse from one of the pockets and handing it to her, "You've been here since the morning, as much as we appreciate your help, I think you've done enough for the day."

"B-but I promised Astrid-!" Lolz tried.

"Astrid would want you to enjoy yourself today." She said sweetly, "I'll take over for you."

Lolz clearly wanted to protest, but Ramora could see she was struggling to think of a reason. Lisette was a terrifying woman when it came to single people at her festival and while Ramora could find a partner with a snap of her finger and was therefore not one Lisette would play matchmaker with, but Lolz was unfortunately fair game in that regard and both Warriors of Light and the head of this festival knew it.

"You should come with us to the maze, Lolz!" Tataru offered, clearly feeling bad for her being singled out by Lisette.

"Oh, yes!" Wedge said, "You can partner up with Biggs! I heard him talking about wanting to try it earlier today!"

Biggs blushed and looked away and muttered something about Jessie not shutting up about it and wanting to see what all the fuss was about.

"Well then, it's settled!" Lisette said with a clap of her hands, "Ramora, why don't you show them the way to the entrance?"

Ramora, knowing that she had no way to stop this from happening now, smiled and motioned for the others to follow her.

Astrid had been happy to see them and led Tataru and Wedge towards the entrance of the maze first, leaving the three of them alone.

Ramora turned to Lolz and Biggs, who both looked guilty and uncomfortable.

"I'm a little disappointed in you, Lolzy, you can make better excuses than that." Ramora sighed.

"That woman scares me, alright?" Lolz blurted, shaking a bit.

"You've helped kill False Gods." Ramora argued.

"Yes, so when I say someone scares me, then they're bloody terrifying!" Lolz exclaimed.

"I'm with Lolz on this one." Biggs piped up, "That woman could make an Eikon tremble in a puddle of their own piss."

Ramora sighed, as much as she wanted to be upset, she had planned on tricking them into going into the maze after Wedge and Tataru under the guise of having them keep an eye on those two and, if either Lalafell asked, they could say Lolz was due for a break and Biggs wanted to try it so they decided to go together. So this is technically what she wanted to happen...

But then Lisette had to matchmake snipe her and now instead of Lolz and Biggs going in feeling cheerful and excited at the idea of watching out for their friends potential romance, they were now both shaking in their boots at the thought of Lisette coming back to force them to enjoy the season of love if they weren't a gooey couple by the time they got out of the maze.

"I suppose that's true, she is certainly a force to be reckoned with." she conceded, then said, "You two have fun then, I'll see if I can distract her from asking you two to get your fortunes taken."

"The bloody hell does that mean?" Biggs asked.

"Love Fortunes." Lolz squeaked.

Biggs stiffened, "That's a thing?!" he blurted.

Lolz nodded in confirmation and his face went red.

"Alright, next couple please!" Astrid said excitedly.

Lolz and Biggs exchanged looks, silently resigning to the fact that they couldn't back out now and then stepped forwards, Astrid happily showing them to the entrance and oblivious to the anxiety of the two behind her.

Ramora waited until they were safely in the maze before making her way back to the donut booth.

She and Lisette were going to have a little chat about butting into other people's matchmaking schemes!

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I can't be the only one who thinks Lisette hunts for single people like a shark hunts for wounded seals and pounces at the chance to matchmake. Single WoLs beware, she gonna get you a honey wether you like it or not!

#ramora d'aubigne #Lolz #wedge #tataru taru #biggs #lisette #valentione's day #valentione's snippet #this was cute #submission

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unicyclehippo · 4 years

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I'd love to see 31 in that prompt list you just reblogged with beaujester!

oh i bet u would What A Surprise

31. “Can I kiss you?”

she’s been thinking about it for a long time. since it happened, really, and constantly for a while after that. and then, at some point she can’t quite place...she had thought less and less about fjord kissing her.

saving her life?

saving her life via kiss.

the thought had come back in a big way for reasons she’s not ready to think about yet so here she is—standing with burning cheeks and trembling hands in fjord’s room, waiting for his answer.

he was clearly polishing his sword—not a euphemism, though now that she thinks about it she giggles. the laugh takes on a hysterical note and that’s what gets fjord up on his feet, breaking out of the stunned fish look. with a flick of his wrist, the new sword is gone and he crosses the room in a few long strides. hesitates for a second before settling his hands on her shoulders.

‘hey,’ he says, so gently, so kind, in the way he always is when it is just the two of them, ‘what’s wrong?’

she shakes her head. ‘nothing. just—you can say no, if you want, i just thought—‘

‘jester,’ why does he sound sorry? pitying? is she pitiful for asking? his hands are calloused, warm, as he lifts them to her cheeks. ‘you have to give me a second to catch up. you want—‘ he flushed a little. ‘you want me to kiss you?’

‘i—‘ she leans forward until her forehead knocks against his sternum. enjoys the way his arms settle around her shoulders, hug her. there’s something not quite right about it, he’s being too careful about it like he’s not sure he’s doing it right, or that he should be, and it makes jester itch all over. is it too much to ask that she can be held? hugged? kissed? why does it never feel right? ‘you saved me,’ she says. it’s easier when she can’t see his face. ‘you kissed me.’

‘i—yeah. i did.’

‘were you just saving my life? or were you kissing me?’

she can almost hear his heart, beating away steadily beneath new muscles. maybe that’s why it feels wrong. she knew him, met him, when he was slimmer, less muscular, and she wonders if that’s why it doesn’t feel quite right. if it’s something she has to get used to again.

‘i was saving you,’ fjord says. ‘i couldn’t let you drown. you—we’ve been a team from the start, jes, i couldn’t.’

jester nods.

fjord’s hold lightens a little as though he expects her to leave. when she doesn’t, he hugs her a little tighter and that feels better. more comfortable. she shifts so her cheek is pillowed on his shoulder and sighs.

‘i think...i knew that.’

‘are you upset?’ he asks quietly.

‘a little, maybe.’

‘okay. can i...do something?’

‘answer a question?’

fjord’s hold tightens a moment, then relaxes. ‘yeah. anything,’ he says, and he sounds like he means it. really means it. it can be hard to tell with fjord but even as jester thinks that, she realises that she trusts him with the deep, unshakeable faith she allows for very few people.

‘do you want to kiss me? do you want—‘

‘do i want you?’ fjord asks. she knows what the wildmother sees in him; the warm, the gentleness of the waves on the beach. the sting of salt in a wound. ‘not like that. i love you, jester, i—i hope you know that, i hope i’ve done well enough to show that. but no. i’m sorry.’

she has a lot of questions but mostly they boil down to: do you want someone else? or do you just not want me? but she hasn’t the energy to ask it, hasn’t the fortitude now to hear the answer. it isn’t that she’s upset that fjord doesn’t want her—which is new and novel of a thought, because she was sure, sure that she loved fjord in those big grand romantic ways and to feel very little more than disappointment is...confusing. she’s just tired. tired of not being wanted.

‘okay,’ she says, and hugs him tighter.

‘okay?’

‘yeah. okay.’

it takes a little while but eventually the tension runs out of fjord like a tide, pulling away bit by bit until it reveals the covered shore and she thinks despite the faint hurt and disappointment she might be happy with what she has found in its place. happy with the fjord that hugs her tight and presses a kiss to her hairline, gentle and full of a love jester thinks she’ll always need.

eventually, she steps back. wipes at her cheeks where a few tears have spilled over. fjord offers her a handkerchief—‘such a gentleman,’ she teases, and accepts it.

‘you want...tea? or a nap? or...’

jester smiles, not quite her typical brilliant smile but a good one nonetheless. ‘no, it’s okay. i’m gonna...i’m gonna go read under the tree or something. draw something for the traveller.’

‘okay.’ fjord opens the door for her, walks her out to the landing. he starts down, toward the kitchen, before stopping a few steps lower than her. ‘jes?’

‘mhm?’

‘what—made you come to me? and ask?’

can i kiss you? jester remembers saying to him, almost frantic with the request. it had felt like life or death in that moment, like she was chasing after something vital, something she needed.

jester’s eyes slide down past him, down to the room where she had been before. the training room, packed down hard with sand, and the training dummies. where she had been watching beau fight with potent focus, where she had sat beside her friend, and where they had somehow been drawn closer and closer on the bench as they spoke and plotted how to prank nott or maybe caduceus, he’s a solid good sort, in an effort to get yasha to laugh—or maybe smile, jessie, beau had said, with an awkward tilt of her head, seeing as laughter might be like a second step or something. break the proverbial emotional ice with some light smiles first. the smile beau had offered up was small and sweet and ripe with mischief as she talked about what a really bad fucking idea it’d be to prank caleb, and jester hadn’t been able to look away. how had she not noticed—

‘jes? did something happen?’

jester’s attention darts back to fjord, looking like he’s about to climb back up to her.

‘nothing bad,’ she tells him. ‘i don’t think.’

‘do you wanna talk about it?’ he offers, scratching at the back of his neck. ‘i don’t know if i’m the right person for it but—‘

‘would you be upset if i asked someone else?’

fjord’s expression shifts quickly—the concern washed away by surprise, and then a momentary dark glimpse of something she can’t place, so quick that jester thinks it hardly belonged to him at all. finally, calm settles and she can see nothing but curiosity glinting in dark eyes, like light off capped waves. he smiles a crooked smile, the tip of a tusk peeking above his lip.

‘someone got you in a tizzy,’ he deduces. ‘and you came to me.’

guilt hits her like a tidal wave and jester grips onto the bannister, pulls her bottom lip into her mouth to worry at it.

‘i—yes, but i didnt know, i didn’t realise—i wasn’t using you, fjord, i wasn’t—‘

‘jester,’ he cuts her off, ‘i know.’ he loves her too. she can see it. the deep affection, the adoration, has never been more obvious. ‘i don’t think you’re capable of that. nah, that’s not true. you could do anything you wanted. but i reckon you’d never do it.’ he appraises her silently, then adds, ‘i’m here for you. whatever happens.’

jester smiles, this one trembling. ‘thanks,’ she says, a little choked.

she gets a peaceful half hour or so in the garden before someone raps on the door, presses it slowly open. she’s only a little surprised to find that it is beau peeking into the space, blue eyes lighting up when she spies jester seated by the traveller’s shrine cad had made for her.

‘hey. missed you at dinner. fjord told us you were up here, didn’t want to be disturbed.’ she steps in cautiously, ready to leave the instant jester asks her to. ‘i brought up something—just some stew, it’s weirdly good, cad’s a great cook. and,’ with a flourish she produces something that looks like a blueberry but is the size of an eyeball. ‘xhorhassian sweet. it’s a berry, i think.’ she looks at it a little nervously, before shrugging. ‘i’d offer to try it first, but i’m immune to poison and shit like that. i can make nott eat one first, if you want.’

jester laughs. ‘i’ll risk it,’ she says, and beckons beau over. it only occurs to her when beau is approaching that maybe it isn’t a good idea when everything is so close to the surface of her thoughts. but beau is already sitting and handing her the bowl. she lays down next to jester, easy and relaxed, folds her hands behind her head and stretches her legs out long, sighs happily.

‘i love these lights,’ she admits. ‘they’re beautiful. and not just because everyone else around here can’t figure out what the fuck we were on when we grew a tree outta the top of the house.’

jester grins. ‘yeah.’ she glances down, eyes flicking over the play of the light over beau, over her oddly serene face, over her lovely brown skin, the shining flicks of brocade to her new uniform. ‘beautiful.’

beau tenses.

jester lifts her eyes to see her friend watching her intently, but though the tension doesn’t ease, beau says nothing.

jester eats. pretends to doodle in her journal, trying to decipher the warmth in her gut at feeling beau beside her, the warmth of her skin, the slow even breathing, the occasional odd murmur as she shifts, pulls an annoying pebble out from under her back.

‘can i kiss you?’ jester blurts out after she has finished her dinner and set it aside.

beau’s knee jerks in her surprise and then her abs are bunching and she’s sitting bolt upright. she opens and closes her mouth a few times and then says simply, ‘yeah.’

‘yeah?’

‘if that’s what you want.’

jester frowns. ‘what do you want?’

beau looks like she doesn’t know what to say again. her shoulders press back—less of a shrug than a nervous shift. ‘i want...you to be happy.’

‘beau.’

‘i’m serious. i’d—do a lot to make you happy, jes.’

jester ducks her head, unsure of what exactly she’s feeling. happy that she got a yes, but everything else beau says makes her wary of taking it. it isn’t quite appeasement, but...

‘i’m not good at talking,’ beau says. shifts not closer but so she’s turned toward jester. ‘i’m—not great with wanting things. i’m kinda...a selfish asshole.’

‘beau, that is not true,’

‘i mean, it kinda is though.’ beau puts her hand over jester’s mouth so she can’t disagree. it’s silly but all jester can think is that even this small contact is right, is good, is terrifying but in this weird, nice, bigger-than-nice, fizzing, and did she mention terrifying kind of way. ‘hold on, i’m trying,’ she continues, and jester forces herself to settle. beau kinda looks like she’s going to puke, or maybe panic. ‘i’m—fuck, okay, i guess we’re doing this—i’m into you, jes. in a big way. and i’m okay with having that in, in whatever way you want. i’ll be your best friend, your roommate, your—protector,’ she says in an oddly stilted, awkward way jester realises is shy. it makes jester want to scream all of a sudden because she doesnt know what this is, where all of this is coming from, how she didn’t know that beau could be like this, be so endearing and warm and noble. she wants to scream because it feels like too much and too little all at once—beau is right there but it feels like she’s too far away, like there is this great yawning chasm between them and jester doesn’t know how to close it, how to cross it.

jester reaches up, slowly, and peels beau’s hand from over her mouth. turns so they’re seated alike, cross legged, knees to knees.

beau looks like she’d rather be anywhere else, holding herself so firmly in place that she’s buzzing with the effort of it. she looks peaceful and terrified, and it’s strange to see her own feelings reflected in beau, who sometimes seems entirely alien—brave and strong and brash and, and lovely.

‘i don’t know everything i’m feeling,’ jester whispers.

beau nods quickly. ‘yeah, yeah, of course, it’s fine, i’m okay with—‘

jester doesn’t know what she’s okay with because she sets her own hand over beau’s mouth. ‘i’m not finished.’

beau rolls her eyes. settles. ‘that’s fair,’ she says, words muffled.

‘i don’t want—‘ jester gulps. ‘to ruin anything.’ she thinks about the chaos crew and girls night and late nights with beau in their room and reading her romance novels together and shopping and thinks about fjord and— ‘can i kiss you anyway?’ she asks, feeling the bite of being selfish instantly, and beau’s eyes lose that little bit of tension in the corners, go sky blue with warmth.

jester’s breath catches in her throat as beau lifts a hand and instead of taking jester’s hand away as she had done, beau holds it close for a moment, kissing jester’s palm before she lifts it away. the touch of it feels like a burning brand, like somehow her hand is buzzing with life, with energy, like beau has made it—jester’s brain stutters over the analogy for a second, because it’s too big and too much, surely, but the words come anyway. beau’s kiss makes her feel divine, worshipped.

jester is still trying to wrap her head around that when beau leans in, traces her fingers down jester’s cheek.

‘yeah?’ she asks, holding back.

jester nods. closes the distance. so that’s how she does it, she thinks, and then she is kissing beau—beau is kissing her—and this, this feels... this feels. she can’t say right, she can’t say too much, she has nothing to compare it to, the way her heart feels to beat too fast and stop altogether, both at the same time. the way she goes hot and cold, and all her world closes down into where she is touching beau and being touched by beau. a hand on her cheek, the still-burning kiss on her hand, her own hand on beau’s neck, the skin so soft and the short wispy hairs that escape from her top knot tickling against her fingers, and beau is kissing her.

#cr tag #tagging my stories #prompt fill

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princessamericachavez · 5 years

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Fjorester moments in episode 72

WHAT A FREAKING GOOD EPISODE MY DUDES AND DUDETTES AND OTHERS

It was so wonderful in the best of ways, especially as a Fjord fan.

I don’t even know where to start to break it down because SO MUCH happened! So be ready for a lot of rambling and screaming

Cad: *Talking about how the Clay, Dust and Stone families were friends and allies once*

Jester: And lovers!

Fjord: Okay, Jessie. Just... pace it.

Jester: They had a big orgy of Clay, Dust and Stone!

Fjord: Okay, the mist is getting to you a little quick here.

I LOVE THIS BANTER SO MUCH IT’S SO FUNNY

FJORD IS SO AWKWARD AND SHE’S SO ADORABLE

also also

I STILL DIE EVERY TIME HE CALLES HER ‘JESSIE’

Fjord: I walk [into the water]

Jester: No, don’t walk in! Just put your finger in or something!

SHE’S SO WORRIED ABOUT HER IMPULSIVE DUMBASS

POOR GIRL

I think it’s low-key hilarious though that Jester, for all she can be a source of chaos in the group, has to turn into the voice of reason when it comes to Fjord’s impulses.

It’s a funny little switch in their roles.

Jester helping Fjord with the falchion when he gets stuck.

My favorite bit of that, though, it’s Matt’s narration because it makes it extra shippy? Like, it was just an assist and suddenly they are holding hands??

Matt: So as you’re about to wedge it out and lift, Jester walks over and puts her hands over yours and pushes in.

Nice nice nice nice nice

Thank you, Mr. Mercer

Fjord: *starts to freeze because he put his head inside the water*

Jester: Aw :( Beau! Take care of- put the rod to Fjord’s head.

Fjord: There’s really no need it’s just a- ahh

Jester: Is that better?

SHE’S ALWAYS TAKING CARE OF HIM AND IT’S SO SOFT AND REALLY I’VE SAID THIS BEFORE BUT FJORD GREW UP THINKING NO ONE WOULD LOOK AFTER HIM LIKE THIS AND NOW- NOW SHE’S THERE ALWAYS

Jester: Should we just, like, talk to the ghosts and let them know that we’re nice?

Fjord: Jester, you’re very... affable, why don’t you give them a word?

Jester: uh... hey ghosts!

IT’S THE HESITATION BEFORE THE WORD AFFABLE THAT KILLS ME GUYS

WHAT WAS HE GOING TO SAY? CUTE? ENDEARING? SWEET? NICE? SO MANY WORDS HE COULD’VE CHOSEN

Fjord: *rolls his eyes at Jester reading Tusk Love*

Jester: Maybe I should not read this book anymore.

Fjord: Distractions are good. Let’s keep going. Keep reading.

Jester: Uhhh you want me to keep reading, alright.

Fjord: It’s... not...

FJORD IS INTO TUSK LOVE CONFIRMED

Party: *discussing if the ghosts are following Cad or the group*

Fjord: One went up to Jester, though.

WORRIED HUBBY IS WORRIED

this is, yet again, an instance of: Fjord pays extra attention to anything concerning Jester.

Jester using her eagle form to go for Fjord and Beau because they are og trio and she’s always here for them??? yessss

Jester: convinces the dawrves to let her write on their lore book

Cad: They can be a lot but I definitely vouch for them.

Fjord: Aw, that’s nice Caduceus is vouching for you, Jester.

Jester: Yes, it really is!

Cad: Oh no.

FJORD + CLERICS IS SUCH A WONDERFUL DYNAMIC EVERY SINGLE TIME

Jester downright writing Captain Turkstooth fanfiction in the lore book —which will probably be considered Non-Fiction by future Dust generations.

AND NOW

HERE WE GOOOO

FOR THE BIG CONVERSATION

OH BOY SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT

Fjord: Hey, Jester.

Jester: Yeah?

Fjord: You still got that thing where you send messages to people?

Jester: Yeah!

Fjord: You got any left of those?

Jester: Yeah, I got a bunch of them.

I’M ALREADY SCREAMING, REMEMBER HOW EMO I’VE BEEN ABOUT HIM BEING MINDFUL OF HER SPELLSLOTS WHEN IT COMES TO THIS THE PAST SEVERAL WEEKS?

Fjord: Can I- Can I ask, like, a favor?

Jester: Of course! You can ask anything, Fjord.

LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN SHE WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM, SHE’S EVEN SURPRISED HE HAS TO ASK

Fjord: If I, like, conjured an image of what Vandran looks like, could you send him a message?

Jester: I could try, yeah.

THIS IS SO IMPORTANT FOR FJORD. HE’S KNOWN FOR SO LONG AND HAS BEEN HOLDING BACK FROM TELLING ANYONE.

Honestly, I wonder what pushed him to finally make that call. If it was something from their chaotic past couple days or something else that made him finally reach out.

I mean, I HOPED with all my heart that he would go to Jester for a message, but that was like WAY BACK WHEN THE PIRATE ARC ENDED and now here we are like 30 episodes later but it finally happened!

Jester: What do you want me to say to him?

Fjord: Would you just ask him- tell him that I’m okay and if-

Fjord: I don’t know.

Jester:

HE’S SO NERVOUS AND SHE’S SO SOFT FOR HIM

Fjord: I wanna know how he’s doing but- Caduceus check in with the Wild Mother and said he’s trying to attone for his past. I don’t know. Maybe he doesn’t care to be found.

Jester: Maybe he doesn’t know you’re alive, either. Maybe he’s been searching for you.

Fjord: Guess that’s right.

I KNOW JESTER IS BEING ALMOST TOO POSITIVE RIGHT HERE BUT SHE’S SAYING WHAT FJORD, DEEP IN HIS HEART, WANTS TO BELIEVE AND SHE JUST WANTS IT TO BE TRUE TOO SHE WANTS HIM TO BE HAPPY

Fjord: Would you do me a solid and just... do what you do?

Jester: Sure!

LOOK AT THE FONDNESS IN HIS FACE I CAN’T

Jester: Oh, I hope I’m not bothering him after what you guys said, maybe- It’s fine.

Jester: Hello! You don’t know me. I’m here with Fjord. He wants you to know he’s okay, and he’s thinking about you. Where can he find you?

Vandran: You said you know Fjord. Hah. Haven’t heard that name in a while. Glad he’s doing well. Let him know I’m okay, retired on an island. Good folks, he’d like it.

LISTEN EITHER VANDRAN IS FULL ON LYING or he’s doing that thing that Fjord has been trying so hard to emulate —keeping emotional distance and not showing any weaknesses. I honestly believe that Vandran cares about Fjord and was delighted to hear he’s okay, but he’s not just going to say it like that, especially to a stranger.

It really puts into perspective how guarded Fjord has been with the Nein while trying to emulate his mentor.

Fjord: Sounds like he’s okay.

THAT LINE KILLS ME BECAUSE HE SMILES BUT THERE’S SO MUCH PAIN IN HIS VOICE

Jester: He retired to an island?

Fjord: God, I’ve been so- I feel like I need to find him and I just don’t know if that’s important... to him. Don’t know if it’s important to me, we’ve done so much.

THIS IS SUCH A BIG DEAL, ESPECIALLY COMING FROM FJORD AND HOW HARD IT IS FOR HIM TO TALK ABOUT HIS FEELINGS AND STRUGGLES

This really calls back to their talk post-Plank King trial, where he also opened up about how hurt he was by Vandran’s hidden past.

He only ever talks like this with her... and maybe Cad.

Jester: Yeah, but- I mean... the way you talked about him. If you need to find him, then you need to find him.

THIS IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME, HONESTLY, BECAUSE FJORD IS SO QUICK TO LET GO OF HIS PAST BUT JESTER PUT SO MUCH WEIGHT ON HER FEELINGS SHE REMINDS HIM HERE THAT HIS FEELINGS MATTER TOO AND THAT HE SHOULD LISTEN TO HIS HEART

Fjord: I feel like I need to find him because I feel like I owe him, but if he doesn’t feel like that, maybe it’s all in my head.

Jester: You know, messages are hard, because you can’t see the person’s face. It did take him quite a while to respond.

Fjord: Right.

Jester: or all he knows, I could be someone bad trying to get a response out of him. He might not want to reveal too much.

Fjord: Sure.... he was smart like that.

YOU CAN SEE HIS WHOLE BODY LANGUAGE CHANGE AS SHE MANAGES TO CHEER HIM UP, GIVE HIM A SLIVER OF HOPE JUST WHEN HE’S FEELING FORGOTTEN AND UNIMPORTANT

Fjord: Thank you.

HE ALWAYS SOUNDS SO SURPRISED BY HER KINDNESS

Fjord: It’s been a long time. I just don’t know if what I wanted before is the same thing I want now.

HE SAYS AND RIGHT AFTER HE SENDS HER A LOOK LIKE PLS TRAVIS HAVE SOME MERCY

I AM MARISHA’S EYES EMOJI

Jester: How are you doing? You were very quiet when we were in Nicodranas. You stood on the ocean and didn’t say anything.

Fjord: I feel like we’ve all changed.

Jester: Yeah

Fjord: Me especially.

Jester:

THAT FACE AND THAT LITTLE SIGH SHE LETS OUT, LIKE SHE WANTS TO DENY IT BUT ALSO FEARS DEEP DOWN THAT IT’S TRUE

Fjord: He’s such a brave man and he did so much for me, I just wanted to emulate that.

Jester: I know.

THERE’S SUCH A PAINFUL EAGERNESS IN HIS VOICE AS HE TALKS ABOUT WHY HE WAS EMULATING VANDRAN. LIKE HE NEEDS HER TO UNDERSTAND HIS REASONS, THAT HE WASN’T JUST LYING, THAT IT CAME FROM A GOOD PLACE.

AND SHE SMILES AND SAYS ‘I KNOW’

OF COURSE SHE DOES

SHE’S ALWAYS KNOWN, WHICH IS WHY DEEP DOWN SHE ALWAYS KNEW HE WAS A GOOD MAN

EVEN WHEN HIS DISTANT PERSONA MADE HER SECOND GUESS IT

THIS IS HER SAYING “I UNDERSTAND, IT’S OKAY” AND IT MEANS THE WORLD

Fjord: Repay that, pay it forward. I don’t know. I feel like I’ve been so obsessed with this sword and how I got it, and Uk’otoa and the whole thing and I just feel like there’s more out there. It’s always more. Even Port Damali and before that, my world just got bigger and bigger and bigger and- The more time goes on, the more you realize there is and the more we affect and the more we can be affected.

THIS CONFESSION KILLS ME BECAUSE IT SEEMS TO LOUDLY ECHO JESTER’S OWN PAIN AND ISSUES, THE SAME FRUSTRATION WITH HOW HARSH AND HURTFUL THE WORLD CAN BE

THEIR LIVES EXPERIENCES SEEM SO DIFFERENT BUT AT THE SAME TIME THEY ARE SO SIMILAR IN THEIR LONELINESS AND BOTH OF THEM FIGURING OUT THIS CRAZY WORLD TOGETHER

Fjord: And there’s a part of me that just wants to leave it all... behind?

AND THE WAY HE SAYS IT. HE SUDDENLY LOOKS UP TO HER AND ALL BUT REACHES OUT.

THERE’S JUST A HINT OF YEARNING THERE THAT DESTROYS ME.

For someone who’s been so vocal about how much he loves this new version of himself and this life he has with his friends, this is probably the deepest confession, something he says almost ashamed, like he expects to hear he’s crazy... but Jester understands him so deeply, she’s as usual on the same page.

Jester: Go somewhere quiet and disappear, and hope that it never bothers you again?

Fjord: Yeah.

Jester: Yeah, I understand that.

IT’S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL FANTASY FOR THE TWO OF THEM, JUST FINDING A QUIET PLACE SOMEDAY AND LEAVING IT ALL BEHIND

LIKE IMAGINE IF THEY THROWBACK TO THIS BY THE END OF THE CAMPAIGN

AND HE ASKS ‘SO HOW ABOUT THAT QUIET PLACE?’ OR SOMETHING

Fjord: I just don’t think it will let me. I feel like I’m trying to force someone that’s not gonna happen on its own.

BUT OF COURSE, THE MAGIC BREAKS BECAUSE REALITY IS WEIGHING HIM DOWN AND HE CAN’T EVEN DREAM ABOUT BEING AT PEACE, OF MAYBE RUNNING AWAY WITH HER ONE DAY.

Jester: do you feel scared when you think of Uk’otoa?

Fjord: I try not to think of... Uk’otoa.

Jester: I mean, that’s where your magical powers came from, yeah?

Fjord: Yeah.

Jester: You can’t escape that.

AND THIS. LADYS, GENTS AND OTHERS, IS THE MOMENT WHEN IT GETS SCARY.

WHEN JESER LAVORRE LOSES HER EVER OPTIMIST OUTLOOK AND SAYS SOMETHING SO GRIM.

But that’s also the moment, it seems, when Fjord FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY OPENS UP ABOUT SOMETHING THAT’S BEEN DRIVING HIM NUTS FOR WEEKS.

Fjord: They... left... for a little bit.

Jester: What?

Fjord: There was a night. I woke up and the sword as on the floor and I- I couldn’t do anything.

Jester: When was that?

Fjord: ......A while ago.

HE HESITATES SO MUCH IN THIS LITTLE BIT AND IT KILLS ME BECAUSE HE KNOWS SHE’S NOT GONNA BE HAPPY THAT HE KEPT IT A SECRET

Jester: Fjord! Why didn’t you say anything?!

Fjord: I didn’t know what to do.

THIS IS YET ANOTHER ADMISSION OF VULNERABILITY FROM FJORD AND IT’S SO UNUSUAL I LOVE HOW OPEN HE IS WITH HER

Jester: But it came back.

Fjord: In the middle of the day. We were setting that ambush and Yasha...

EXCUSE ME TRAVIS WILLINGHAM HOW DARE YOU

Fjord: Yasha was getting those bracers made and... they came back after a little bit but- I didn’t know if I was gonna run or what.

I was fully expecting Jester to freak out at the possibility of Fjord running away, ngl, but instead we got like THE HEAVIEST MOMENT IN THIS CONVERSATION

The moment where Jester got even more serious.

The moment where she finally asked the question that’s been eating her up for months.

The moment of truth that probably triggered what happened later that same night and pushed Fjord to make the biggest change yet.

All from three questions.

Jester: How did you feel when they were gone?

Fjord: Terrified.

AND HE’S VULNERABLE AND PAINFULLY HONEST ABOUT IT.

Jester: Did you want them back?

Fjord: Yes.

Jester: Would you do anything to get them back?

AND THAT’S THE QUESTION, ISN’T IT??

THE WHOLE DEAL WITH THIS CONFLICT

THE MAKE IT OR BREAK IT

AND FJORD DOESN’T PEEL HIS EYES AWAY FROM HER FOR A SECOND, NOT EVEN WHEN HE TAKES A MOMENT LONGER TO REPLY, HE LOOKS HER IN THE EYE AND REPLIES WITH THE SAME HONESTY HE’S SHOWN HER FROM DAY ONE

Fjord: No

Jester:

AND IN ANSWERING THAT QUESTION, I BELIEVE, FJORD SEALED HIS FATE.

I don’t think he knew the answer, himself, until Jester asked, until faced with the choice right now and having to look at himself and be honest.

And the answer is ‘no’. He won’t. And that means Uk’otoa can’t keep pushing him, blackmailing him, keeping him hostage. Because Fjord now knows, with all certainty, that no matter how desperate and terrified he feels without powers he will not give in.

And that, it seems, is all he needs to know to free himself.

Fjord: No, but... I feel like I knew what I was doing and now I realize I had no idea.

Jester: You’re not the only one.

Fjord: Yeah.

Fjord: Thank you. That might’ve been the... check in I needed.

THE CHECK IN HE NEEDED TO FINALLY FREE HIMSELF, IT SEEMS.

Also I love how he keeps thanking her?????

Jester: I wish I could be of more help, though.

Fjord: No, you have been.

Fjord: I’ve known you the longest in this.

Jester:

I’M FREAKING SCREAMING WTF ÑLDJAFDLÑKAJFLÑAK

I’M FREAKING BLASTING SUNFLOWER AT FULL VOLUME

HIS VOICE IS SO SOFT AND WARM

HER SUPPORT MEANS SO DAMN MUCH TO HIM

I’M SOBBING

Jester: I mean... the Traveler gave me my powers. Maybe if you, you know, don’t follow Uk’otoa you could follow the Traveler! Or someone else who could give you powers that are even better!

LOOK AT THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER WHILE SHE OFFERS HER OWN DEITY TO HIM TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO HELP HIM HE’S SO SOFT

Fjord: How do you feel about Caduceus’s deity?

Jester: The Wild Mother?

Fjord: Yeah, Melora.

FJORD IS ALMOST HESITANT IN HIS ASKING BUT HE’S LOOKING AT HER WITH THOSE WIDE EXPECTANT EYES AND GOD HE TRUSTS HER SO MUCH AND HER OPINION IS SO IMPORTANT TO HIM AND HE REALLY HONESTLY IS ASKING FOR HER THOUGHTS IN THIS SUPER INTIMATE MATTER BECAUSE SHE IS THE ONE WHO KNOWS HIM BEST AND I’M JUST-

Jester: I mean, I saw her. When I was bringing Caduceus back.

Fjord: You did?

Jester: Mhmm. She popped in for a second. She... she seemed pretty nice. And she brought him back from the dead, I mean that’s always a good thing. That’s pretty powerful stuff.

Fjord: Yeah.

Jester: He talks to her a lot. Not as much as I talk to the Traveler, you know, cause The Traveler’s always got my back and stuff but I mean, as far as other gods go she’s pretty good one.

WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE I CAN’T

FJORD’S FACE LIKE “WELL JESTER I DON’T THINK ANYONE TALKS TO THEIR DEITY AS MUCH AS YOU DO” I MEAN

Fjord: Okay

Fjord: I’m gonna see if she’ll... take an interest? I don’t know.

Jester: Wow!

SHE’S SO EXCITED AND HAPPY FOR HIM I WANNA CRY

Fjord: I don’t know how it works.

Jester: Me neither! We should figure it out! This is our new mission!!

SHE’S SO ON BOARD. SO READY TO HELP.

IF FJORD NEEDS HER THEN SHE WILL POUR HERSELF IN THIS

LIKE SHE’S BEEN DOING SINCE DAY ONE

Fjord: This- this is?

Jester: Yeah, remember, originally we were just trying to get you to that stupid accademy! That place is stupid! I hate that place!

Fjord:

Fjord: I don’t- I don’t mind having a new... mission. But if it is, can we just not... you know... tell everybody about...

Jester: Alright! We won’t tell everybody but you and I will know this is our new mission.

SHE’S SO HAPPY AND EXCITED TO HAVE A SHARED SECRET MISSION WITH HIM

THEY ARE A TEAM. THEY LOOK OUT FOR EACH OTHER.

DFJAÑDFLJA

Jester: I would do anything to get you away from Uk’otoa, okay?

LISTEN

THIS KINDA DECLARATION OF PROTECTION AND SUPPORT DESTROYED ME

BUT ALSO

THINK OF THE POSSIBLE ANGST OF JESTER TRULY TRYING TO INTERVENE AND A CERTAIN DEMIGOD NOT TAKING KINDLY TO IT UH??

I WANT P A I N

but for now just fluffiness

Fjord: Okay

Jester: Okay.

Jester: Thank you for talking to me, Fjord.

Fjord: Sure.

Jester: Your tusks look pretty good coming in, by the way.

Fjord: Thanks.

THE PERFECT CUTE AWKWARD NOTE TO END THIS LOVELY CONVERSATION WITH

AND THAT WOULD’VE BEEN ENOUGH

BUT OH NO

THEN THE ANGST WITH FJORD AND THE SWORD

LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN OKAY

way back when fjord lost his powers and told no one

and then he got all affectioned with jester

Travis talked about how the scare made Fjord value her constancy in contrast to the powers that he’d valued so much so far and could just be taken away at any given moment

He realized, a few weeks ago in-game, how much more important she is to him

So to have had this talk with her and have her entire support, finally coming clean about what happened and voicing his wishes for change and her being absolutely ride or die for him... and then losing his powers?

I am convinced that her input had a lot of weight in his final decision.

Her asking him if he would do anything to get his powers back and him finally realizing no, he wouldn’t, was such a freeing moment, realizing he had the power to not be hostage of Uk’otoa anymore because even if the deity held his powers back it would not get what it wants from him

When the moment comes, he says “you need me more than i need you” and that is finally true because as much as he thought he needed his powers to be someone and be important, he now knows that he has something far more constant and powerful on his side, and that gives him the upperhand against uk’otoa

And he’s finally made up his mind, there is a plan, and there is Jester who will not stop until she finds a way to help him.

And i want to believe that the moment he hesitated right before throwing the falchion into the lava, his mind flew back to that conversation and it gave him the strength he needed to free himself

I don’t expect this is the last we’ll see of Uk’otoa trying to screw with Fjord, honestly, but with Jester’s firm declaration of support, I expect they will be a united front against him in the future —along with the rest of the Nein, probably.

Which brings us to

The morning after

Jester: Fjord, do you want some of my bead?

Fjord *in his og accent*: Yes, thank you.

Jester:

Fjord:

Jester:

Fjord:

LOOK AT THEM COMMUNICATING WITH LOOKS LFDKJAÑFLDAJ

I LOVE THEM

Jester: Fjord.

Jester *whispering*: You’re not doing the accent! You forgot about it!

IT’S SO FREAKING HILARIOUS THAT JESTER THINKS FJORD JUST GOT UP ONE MORNING AND ENTIRELY FORGOT ABOUT THE FAKE ACCENT HE’S BEEN PUTTING UP FOR THE PAST 8 MONTHS

but it’s also adorable how she tried to warn him quickly, ever the protector of his secrets

Fjord: [To Beau, Cad and Nott] I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry to ght all of you. You [Caleb] caught up and [to Jester] you have known me the longest.

Jester:

Fjord: I haven’t been entirely foreright with you. I sound like this.

Jester: Well, yeah, I know.

Fjord: I know you know.

Jester: oh

HE SOUNDS SO SOFT

I’M NOT READY TO LEARN ALL THE WAYS HE SOUNDS IN THIS ACCENT WHEN HE TALKS TO JESTER

ALSO THAT MARRIED BANTER IS SO CUTE

Nott: What do you mean you sound like this? Some times? All the time? Really?

Fjord: Most of my life, yes.

Nott: What was that other thing you were doing?!

Jester: He was Vandran.

I LOVE THE CONTRAST

ABOUT HOW MUCH JESTER KNOWS

I think it might be good that he had this talk with Caleb before because he took this group confession much more in a stride, but he also didn’t know that it was Vandran’s accent iirc or that Jester knew, and the looks he was giving her were so much fun!

Jester [about his fake accent]: It was charming

Fjord: I threw the sword into the liquid steel last night.

Jester:

Jester: I thought you loved that sword!

[later]

Fjord: I talked to Jester just before we went to bed.

Fjord: And I said I felt like change was needed. I didn’t like feeling like a pawn or a puppet and I didn’t know where that was going to lead. Also, if that’s the last key before this thing is unleased why not destroy the fucking... key. So I threw it in.

Beau: So do you feel like you still have the balls inside of you?

Fjord: Let’s see.

Fjord: *fails to disguise self*

Jester: What were you trying to do?

Fjord: Let out a fart.

Jester:

Fjord: No.

Nott: You’re powerless?

Fjord: I think so.

THERE’S A NEW KIND OF GOOFINESS TO THIS FJORD WHO IS NOT TRYING TO PLAY VANDRAN THAT MAKES ME SO CURIOUS

HE’S PLAYFUL, AND MAYBE IT’S HIS NERVES, MAYBE THIS IS HIM WHEN HE’S NOT TRYING TO ACT LIKE HE’S ALWAYS IN CONTROL

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY

I CAN 100% SEE THIS FJORD BEING JESTER’S FIRST REAL FRIEND IN THE OUTSIDE WORLD, NERVOUS AND RAMBLY AND JOKING TO RELEASE THE TENSION, MAN SHE MUST HAVE LOVED HIM IMMEDIATELY

HE’S JUST HER BRAND, EVEN MORE THAN WE EVER THOUGHT

Fjord: *is talking about his Uk’otoa dreams*

Fjord: *suddenly makes eye contact with Jester*

Jester:

Fjord:

Jester: *giggles*

Fjord: *snorts a laugh*

Fjord: *keeps talking about his missing powers*

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT WAS BUT I WANT 20 MORE OF IT PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Jester: But you said they came back before.

Fjord: It did

Fjord: That was also without throwing the sword into a pool of lava

Fjord: But yeah

Jester: He’s gonna be real pissed at you, Fjord.

SHE’S SO WORRIED FOR HIM

also the faces he makes

it’s gonna take me a while to get use to these new mannerisms from him

Fjord: Jester sent a message for me last night.

Jester:

soft soft soft soft

Fjord *after using the scorhing ray glove*: But it’s the glove

Caleb: yeah, but it’s on your hand. Hold on to that. [To Jester] Where is that whip?

Jester: Here?

Caleb: Yeah, you have things that are more useful than this.

Jester: You can also have my axe!

Nott: you can have my dagger

Caduceus: I also have a shield

Fjord *holding back tears*: oh no

I’M CRYING

YOU WANT ONE

TAKE TWO

TAKE EVERYTHING I CAN GIVE YOU

THIS MOMENT WAS SO WHOLESOME AND FJORD FELT SO LOVED I’M EMO ALL OVER AGAIN JUST THINKING ABOUT IT

everything about this episode was wholesome and fed my soul

i’m gonna have to lay down until next friday to really digest all of it

expect further meta and ramblings

i’m so excited for what comes next!!!!

#fjorester #fjord #jester lavorre #critical role #cr spoilers #sofia's nonsense

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Coffee

When he first walked into your favorite coffee shop you hadn’t even noticed him. You were too engrossed in your book to really care what was going on around you. It was his voice that got your attention. Low, deep and soothing it washed over you like a rumble of thunder. You could tell he was hot from how Melody was flirting with him but there was no way you could be prepared for him to turn around. Bright blue eyes, a full neatly shaped beard and a little longer than shoulder length wild blond hair. When his eyes meet yours a slow smile creeps across his face, before he ducks his head and moves to retrieve his drink from Jessie at the other end of the counter. He gives you a soft smile as he leaves and to your surprise he seems almost shy, the bell over the door chimes and he’s gone. You’re not sure you remembered to breathe the entire time he was in the shop. You meet an amused Natalie’s eyes and after shaking your head at her you go back to your book.

He comes the same time the following week. The bell dings, you don’t look up until you hear his voice. His hair is less wild this time, and when he turns you see that he’s braided his beard and to your surprise you actually love it. He gives you that same shy smile and you return it with a bright one of your own.

This long distance flirting continues to happen over the next few weeks. Each time he comes in he looks a little different, your favorite look is the nearly braided beard with the front of his hair pulled back into a little ponytail. His smile gets more confident with each week too.

You were running late today, and you just knew you were going to miss him. The coffee cutie as you’ve started calling him in your head. When you get to the shop he’s standing at the counter and you breathe a sigh of relief. You didn’t miss him.

He’s just about to pay when you walk in and his face lights up. He says something to Natalie but you’re not sure what and she nods. You drop your bag at your table and after rummaging for your wallet you head over to the counter. The man has moved by now and is waiting for his drink while Jack makes it. You go to order when Leah waves you off.

“Chai tea with lemonade?” She asks with a smirk.

“I’m too predictable.” You laugh opening your wallet.

“No charge.”

“What? Why?”

“He paid.” She nods over at the blonde. You make your way over to him and after taking a deep breath.

“Excuse me?” Those blue eyes meet your gaze and you almost forget what you were going to say. “Um, Leah said you, that you bought my drink. I just wanted to say thank you. Do, do you want to sit with me and maybe talk for a little bit?”

“I would like that very much.” He says softly, a small smile graced his lips. “I’m Thor.”

“Like the Avenger?” He nods and it’s then you realize that he is the Avenger. “Wow,” You breathe, “this is a good look for you.” He looks surprised.

“You think so?”

“Oh yea, like a big, handsome, sweet, teddy bear.” This causes him to laugh loudly and you can’t help the smile that graces your lips. You introduce yourself as your drinks are put on the counter.

Thor is kind, he’s completely charming and if you hadn’t been into him before you certainly were now.

“Do you come here every weekend?” He asks as he finishes his drink.

“I do. My roommate is kind of a disaster so I like to come here for the peace and quiet.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“I’ve interrupted your time.” He goes to stand and you quickly cover his hand with yours.

“I invited you. Please don’t feel like you’re an inconvenience.” You say softly. He studies your face then slowly sinks down back into the seat where he stays for three more hours. His phone rings and after he looks at the screen he looks apologetically at you.

“I’m so sorry I have to go.”

“It’s alright. Will you be back next week?”

“I should be. Would you, would you mind giving me your number?”

“I’d love to.” He gives you his phone and a broad smile and after putting your number into his phone you call yourself so you have his number too.

“Feel free to text me whenever, I’m not much of a morning person but I’m pretty good at responding quickly.”

“I’d like to take you out for dinner next time. If you want.”

“I’d love that.” You assure him and he presses a quick kiss to your cheek then hurries our of the cafe. There’s a strike of lightening that causes you to cry out but all it’s done is change him into his battle gear with his axe. He glances back at you with a smirk and a wink and you can’t help but laugh softly then he takes off.

Leah wolf whistles at you and you laugh softly before going back to your book, a broad smile on your face. God you love this coffee shop.

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revisionaryhistory · 4 years

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Three Days ~ 16

*~*Sebastian*~*

I really should be given a lot of credit for how long I stayed away from Emma.

Day one I couldn't stop holding her hand. Day two I had to touch her. Day three all I want to do is hold her. Well, not all I want.

Since I woke up with her in my arms there's a part of my brain constantly on the look out for how to get her back there. I have to admit I’m not super confident because my brain has failed me numerous times in trying to figure out kissing her. Had it helped me out with the kissing I wouldn't be so fucking desperate to hold her. Probably wouldn't be talking so much to myself either, but that isn't really unusual. Maybe just different topics.

My mom is having fun with this. I'm not always translating everything she says. She told me Emma was beautiful and she understood why I hadn't come home. She told me I had to work for at least an hour before I could see her. Then she sent her to the opposite side of the house from me and stood guard across the hall.

When I was "allowed" to see Emma again I scared the shit out of her. It was fucking hilarious. When I grabbed her into my arms I held her head against my chest so maybe she wouldn't know I couldn't stop laughing. I couldn’t stop laughing until she ran her hands down my back. It was the same barely there sensual touch that went from my shoulder diagonally down and around to the side of my stomach. I closed my eyes to enjoy it and imagined it didn't stop there. So when she led me into the guest room, a room with a bed, it took every ounce of self-control in my body not to throw her on the bed and cover her with me.

The picture snapped me out of those thoughts. It had been years since I’d seen it. It was full of happy memories of a good time in an otherwise gray period. I wasn't old enough and I think mom shielded me from much. She tried to make whatever food we got something fun for us to build meals around. It wasn’t that we didn’t have food. We didn’t have a lot and we didn’t have choices. We played a form of bingo with what we'd get. Meat, dairy, and fruit were coveted. Except that one weird cheese that we got every six weeks or so. Nothing made it not horrible.

I can't remember telling any other girlfriend about how the beach in a communist country taught me freedom and curiosity that culminated in me being in a NASA movie. Coolest thing ever. Now I’m in the guest room telling secrets I barely remember. Frightening secrets for a kid. There's really no way to escape that without carry some things with you. I don't talk much about Romania because I don’t remember much, but what I do remember I don’t really want to talk about. I wonder if my mom planted the picture for me to share a happy memory.

I dropped Emma off at the kitchen and went back to the family room. Anthony and I headed out to the garage to find a couple of things he knew were missing from the room. Back inside we started arranging things. The kitchen wasn't far away. Every so often I'd catch words or a sentence. They were talking about winters and snow removal. I listened closer when mom asked where and how long she'd lived here. Nothing I didn't know. As Emma explained where her place was, she told mom about local shops and answered questions about the area. Very sweet.

Meanwhile in the family room we got things arranged based on where the TV hung on the wall and came to the realization it was all wrong. I yelled for mom. Emma followed her into the room. Mom looked around, "This is all wrong."

A ridiculous amount of time later we'd rearranged everything. The only thing left was for me to move the TV and rewire everything. I'd be an expert by the time we were done. Mom suggested a break and went to get beers.

I flopped onto the couch and when it looked like Emma was going to sit too far away, I grabbed her hand to pull her closer. Damn near landed her in my lap. Wouldn't have been a bad thing. I recreated the scene from the bench last night with my arm around her shoulder and her holding my hand. That left each of us with a free hand for beer. Emma turned a little where she was leaned against me and laid her head back on my shoulder. I buried my nose in her hair, breathing her in until mom brought back beer.

I doubt this was what Emma had in mind when I suggested she come with me. Mom and Anthony were talking so I gave Emma's shoulders a squeeze to get her attention. "Not much of a rest day for you. I'm feeling selfish. I wanted to spend more time with you.” I was coming clean. I wasn't going to apologize because that would be a lie.

She smiled, a sweet almost shy smile, that made my stomach flutter. "I wanted to spend more time with you too." Her smile tuned to a smirk, "So don't suggest taking me home unless you're ready for me to leave. I'm enjoying myself."

"No problem."

Mom's voice broke the moment, "Emma, have you had Romanian food? We were thinking dinner and a movie. If my son gets the TV hooked up."

"You've just given me motivation, mom."

I felt Emma laugh more than heard her. "No, I haven't and sounds great. Thank you."

Anthony stood up, "Let's get back at it."

Mom excused Emma from the kitchen after Anthony and I got the TV sorted. He went to his office. Mom stayed in the kitchen and I got an assistant for hanging shit and putting up books. There were an obscene number of books. Thankfully they were sorted into boxes in a way that made alphabetizing them by author not so much a pain in the ass. The ease with which Emma alphabetized the titles within each author was super hero like. My job was to hand them to her. By the respectful way she handled them I knew she loved books. She took a stack from me, "Do you like to read?"

I nodded, "I've read most of these. I’ve always liked to read. I do a lot of reading to research characters.”

"Like what?"

I went with the most obvious. "For the Winter Soldier and Bucky I read a lot about psychopaths and PTSD. They’re really two different characters, maybe four.. True crime procedural stuff for Destroyer. Way more space shit than I needed for the Martian. Loved the book."

"Do you prefer non-fiction to fiction?"

"Pretty equal. I'm usually reading a couple of books at a time. I switch back and forth. I love Harlan Coben from before they were making his books movies. Have you read anything of his?"

Her eyes shifted up as she thought. "The one that was a French film. His wife dies then like ten years later he gets a message."

At the same time we said, "Tell No One."

I continued, "Loved that one. He writes lots of those thriller mysteries and has a series about a detective. Lots of humor and his best friend is a millionaire sociopath. Those are fun. Always reread classics and my favorite novel is changing all the time. A lot of mindfulness, Buddhism."

Her eyes lit up, "Have you read Illusions by Richard Bach?"

"Doesn't ring a bell."

"It was written in the seventies. We passed it around in college. Once you read it you had to buy a copy, highlight some of your favorite bits and give it away. Basically, a Messiah is training his replacement. He gives him a handbook only the pages are empty, except when he opens it, he finds answers."

"I think you can do that with anything. Even a newspaper." This was turning into another one of those great conversations like music and movies. I knew it would.

She was nodding quickly, "Me too. It is full of short insights. My favorite is "You're never given a wish without the power to make it come true. You might have to work on it, however." It's a faux Christian eastern religion self-help novel."

I laughed, "That's great."

"Yeah, we'd get high at frat parties and talk in Illusion and movie quotes." She snorted laugh.

"Did you break into the pantry for snacks like we did?"

"Of course. Always cheese."

I was amused by the thought of Emma as a grunge loving stoned psuedo intellectual. Made me remember my days as an 80's music loving stoned theater major space nerd. College was fun.

Back to books. "What's your guilty pleasure reading?"

"This is my Jessie's Girl." We shared a smile. "I love paranormal romance."

"Paranormal romance? "I repeated." Ghosts and shit?"

"Oh no. Vampires, dragons, shapeshifters."

I couldn't hide my smile, "Way worse than Jessie's Girl."

She glared at me, "It's close."

Her glare turned to a smile then a laugh and I had to hug her. I wanted to hold on to the moment, take in how much fun this was. The conversation, the teasing. She felt like an old friend I'd just met. Only with a lot more sexual attraction. The kind that had me noticing how every curve of her body was pressed against me. Had me wanting to run my hands on top of her clothes before moving underneath them. Wishing she'd slide her hand under my shirt so I could feel her touch my skin.

I took a step back, "Hit me with the details."

She laughed again, "There's two series I love. Some variation of a testosterone filled alpha male who thinks he's rescuing a woman who ends up being his soulmate and saves him. One is grounded is Greek mythology and finding his mate can literally free his soul and the other creates its own mythology. One or both always have a heartbreaking past, there's something they have to go through, and then the happy ending. They're well written and incredibly satisfying."

"Do you believe in that?"

She drew her eyebrows together, "Happily ever after?"

I shook my head, "Soulmates."

Emma looked at the ceiling, screwed up her face, then looked back at me. "The chickenshit answer is people come into our lives for a reason and go away when they’ve served their purpose."

I wasn't so sure. "Not necessarily chickenshit."

"I meant the safe answer.” She bit her lip and continued, “I do believe in soulmates. But I don't think there's necessarily one person for anyone. A soulmate a twenty might be different than a soulmate at forty. People change and grow, so it makes sense your perfect partner might not stay perfect. You can grow together or grow in different directions. I'm a hopeful romantic."

I liked that. "I think some people use the concept of soulmate to not work for it. It takes a lot of work and vulnerability to be with another person. Hell, to be with yourself. It's hard to be honest with yourself sometimes, forget about laying yourself bare to another person." I shook my head, not believing the strange direction this had gone. "I'm not always that brave."

We'd gone from laughter to this intensely intimate place. I'm talking about how difficult it can be to be vulnerable, which is a very vulnerable thing to do. Maintaining eye contact was hard.

"Everyone struggles with being brave.”

The matter of fact way she spoke reminded me of the gym when we were talking about insecurities. This was the second time I’d shared something and she didn’t try to convince me I was wrong. She accepted what I’d said as true for me. She’d accepted me. Well, now, there’s a thing. I smiled. “I think it’s about finding someone you’re ok being afraid with and is brave enough to be afraid too."

Slowly she started to smile, “Awfully deep conversation we’re having.”

“No shit! How the fuck did we get here?” I shook my head and laughed. “I think we were talking about Jessie’s Girl.”

“Yeah, that’s it.” She joined in laughing before learning forward to lay her forehead on my shoulder.

I put my hand on the back of her neck and leaned my head against hers.

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motleycrueimagine · 5 years

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This Ain’t a Love Song - Part Seven - Nixxi Sixx Fan Fiction

Words: 2664

Warnings: Language, alcol, drugs, soft smut

N/A: I’m really sorry for the delay, I finally moved and it has been really hard to find time to write something decent. I let you read now, as always taglist is open and feedbacks are really appreciated. xx

Huge thanks to @blonde-shamrock

Summary:

Maya Prescott has done anything possible to fix her life. It was 1977 when she left her groupie life: no more parties, no more concerts, no more drugs, alcohol or casual sex, just to achieve a full standard life. Now it’s 1981 and after a four years disappearance Maya Prescott unexpectedly shows up to the party of one of the most promising emerging bands of the LA’s rock’n roll scene: Motley Crue. But what should be her last ride is destined to change her life in so many unexpected ways.

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Maya’s POV

I was awakened by a gentle touch at the height of my hips. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening; in a tangle of sheets and legs I noticed I was almost completely lying on Nikki. Still asleep and not very alert, I went along with his movement, trying to move me back to my side of the bed.

“Sorry…” I yawned passing a hand over my eyes.

“No stay here, I just had your elbow stuck in my ribcage…” the bassist explained to me and kept me from going further.

“I am not a spoon-cuddler, especially after a night of just sleeping,” I muttered looking for a semblance of personal space. I went back to give him my shoulders ready to go back to sleep.

“Let’s fuck then, so that we can cuddle and keep being socially acceptable.” I felt his fingers gently trace the profile of my spine, then climb up my side to the edge of my thong. That simple touch was enough to shake my self-control, in an instant I found myself imagining what it would be like to feel his hands wandering fearlessly over my naked body.

I turned my head just enough to see his profile beyond my shoulder; he must had taken my look as an invitation to go on because he moved my dark hair to get better access to my skin and start depositing kisses on my shoulder.

His hand had risen up to my belly to hold me and to intensify the contact between our bodies. Now my imagination was sailing towards not-so-chaste thoughts. He suddenly let go allowing me to turn around and to find him on top of me, with a triumphant smile, hair more messed up than usual. We rushed into one another lips and although the delicacy of that kiss was non-existent our bodies kept touching as if for one moment to the other one could break. My fingers were touching his neck, and through his skin I could feel his pulse accelerating. The part of me that wanted to stop him gave up at the exact moment when his fingers touched the subtle fabric of my underwear. A sigh was suffocated by the insistence of his mouth.

His fingertips were a sweet torture as they rubbed my clit on top of the fabric, I could feel my body tensing up already with impatience.

“You have no idea how damned you made me, Maya,” he murmured between a kiss whilst expertly shifting the fabric just enough to gain access to my centre. One of his fingers slipped into me and started to move in a slow peace. He had stopped kissing me, and was now just watching my lips part as he added another finger.

I could not formulate a response in that moment, I was afraid that me saying something would have brought me back to reality, because even though I wanted him now so fucking bad, I knew that by the moment I walked out of that door I would have regretted it for the rest of my life. I pulled up a little bit just enough to allow our mouths to engage in a rough, messy kiss, lasting only a few instants before he got back kissing my neck.

His bites made me silently moan while my hands reached for his erection to massage it following the rhythm dictated from his fingers.

“I want you to fuck me Nikki…” I was finally able to say. He bit me again with a hoarse groan, causing me a sweet pain I would be cursing him for over the next couple days. His fingers slipped out of me.

“I was only waiting for you to ask me, babe,” he said getting up to pull away my thong in a haste. He leaned back on me and while kissing me softly he entered in me, in the same exact moment in which Tommy decided to join us in the room.

“Sixx do you kn… oh shit. sorry. Sorry! I… I haven’t seen anything, I swear!” Tommy started rambling covering his eyes with a hand.

“Shit,” I exclaimed grabbing the covers to hide my modesty, sliding away from the bassist.

“What the fuck! What part of knocking is not clear?!” Nikki looked really mad.

“Sorry sorry sorry!” Tommy literally ran out the door, and probably went away to hide, leaving us alone again in an embarrassing silence. We stayed there, lying on our backs for a few seconds, avoiding each other’s eyes. Finally, I found the strength to get up and look for my stuff.

“Wait are you going for real?” Nikki asked pointing his elbows on the mattress.

“Well, the atmosphere is gone and plus you caught me in a moment of weakness, so…” I avoided his gaze finding my dress on the ground.

“So you’re just going to leave me here with a boner?” he asked, finally I turned to look at him. A little grin appeared on my lips.

“When you’re done jerking off, I’ll be in the kitchen with some coffee.” And as I said so I left the room.

*one week later*

I was singing along to Rick Springfield’s Jessie’s girl while organizing some new records that had been delivered that same morning. I had been working as a salesgirl at Remington Records for two years now and I considered it as my main job. It was a small music shop just a few blocks away from the Sunset Boulevard. Music was always playing out loud, the walls cluttered with signed pictures of bands that were yet to be discovered - Peter, the owner, collected ‘em in the hope of them gaining popularity, but by now he could count the ones who made it on just one hand.

Peter Remington Jr had inherited the shop from his father, and now he was patiently waiting for his son Jude to give up his dreams on a music career to go on with the family business.

“Do you need help, May?” Jude emerged from the back, walking towards me. He was the kind of guy every girl dreamed of, even with his feathered hair and chipped black nail polish he seemed like the classic boy next door. He could try to look as punk as he would but he looked too pure to be a rockstar.

“No honey I’m almost done,” I assured him while setting up the last records.

“Ya know my band is going to play at a party on Friday I was wondering if you wanted to come see us…” he queried. My eyes rose from the box to him.

“I would love to honey, but this weekend Mia will be with me, and ya know…” I lifted the empty box walking towards the counter. “Maybe next time,” I assured trying to hide the fact that it probably wasn’t gonna happen. It’s not that I didn’t support his dreams. I just wasn’t interested in following around a cover band whom members were pretty much only trying to gain popularity in order to fuck chicks was not my thing. You could hear the lack of passion in their performances; they didn’t care about their music, they were not able to weigh the lyrics and to give you an experience. Order Rythm… what a shitty name. Just as Mick would say: shitty name a hundred per cent of the time shitty band.

“Oh right, how is she doing?”

“She is doing great. She’s growing up so fast and she’s…” I was interrupted by the ring of the phone.

“Remington Records, Maya speaking, how can I help you?” I answered picking up the receiver.

“Oh Maya finally! I looked for you everywhere…” it was Ruby, my colleague at the club..

“Hi honey, what’s up?” I could hear an infomercial about slimming pants in the background.

“Yeah you know that I had booked this photoshoot for my book something like two months ago? Well the photographer is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G, but I can’t really go. I was wondering if you were interested in taking my place.” I had spent the past weeks looking for a photographer on a budget without success.

“Uhm I would say yes but how much is that?” I asked. I was not willing to waste my savings for a photoshoot with a guy I didn’t even knew.

“Uhm I believe it is 600 but I already paid half of it, so you’ll have to pay 300 and give the rest to me whenever you have it.”

“I don’t know Ru, you know I’m trying to save up some.”

“Oh c’mon I’m gonna lose ‘em anyways so you don’t have to pay me right away.” A few seconds of silence followed, I was weighing up the pros and cons of the offer.

“Well… I guess I can do it. But I’ not gonna pay you if the photos sucks, deal?” If I was going to spend a whole month of rent on pictures they better be worth it.

“Deal!” she exclaimed, “Did I already tell you how much I love you?”

“It will never be enough. I gotta go, see you tonight Ru.”

*later that same night*

“Did you forgot to put on pants, sweetheart?” Vince’s voice joined me as soon as I climbed over the window, he jokingly gave me a glare of disapproval. I looked down at my micro-shorts: they were black denim with some cool leather fringes on the sides.

“Why? It would be such a shame not to show this nice booty.” I replied getting closer to him to kiss his cheek. His arm embraced my hip.

“How you doin?” he questioned, while I fixed his blonde Barbie hair behind his ear. I looked around at the party guests - as usual a ton of people was hanging in the living room.

“I’m doing great… Is that David Lee Roth?” My attention was caught by the singer who was sitting on a couch with a plate full of rails.

“It seems like everybody wants to party with us, isn’t it cool?” I nodded in response.

“Do you think he would mind if I ask him to sign my ass?” I questioned; Vince leaned back to admire my lower back once again.

“I believe it is worth a signature,” he agreed.

“Well then I’ll go get my autograph, but first lemme find Tommy, he has some stuff for me,” I grinned caressing Vince’s fluffy hair one more time before leaving. I walked through the crowded room looking for the drummer. I grabbed a beer on the way, waving at some people I knew. After wandering around the small apartment for what felt like an eternity, asking people for Tommy, a guy directed me towards Vinnie and Tommy’s room, where he was supposed to be with some chick he had met. I knocked on the door one or two times and then opened it since there was no response.

Bad choice.

“Fuck, we said we’re busy here!” a girl screamed stopping but not moving from her position, she sounded pretty mad. Laying on Tommy’s bed, underneath the red-haired girl wasn’t Tommy, instead it was Nikki.

“Shit.. I’m sorry I didn’t know” I apologized looking at the two of them. Nikki lifted his hand waving at me in a sort of awkward and embarrassed salutation, his pants pulled down to his ankles. I lifted my hand as well. “Well, sorry for interrupting, ehm… have fun,” I muttered awkwardly, closing the door behind me. Okay that was weird. I didn’t even have the time to process what had just happened as Tommy decided to show up right behind me. Fuck him.

“Where the fuck was you? I might have just experienced one of the most traumatizing moments in my entire life.”

“Oh you mean Scarlet?” Tommy let a hand go through his hair trying not to seem so amused, “That girl is wild isn’t she?” I gave him a hard look.

“I’m not interested in knowing what that girl does in bed. I’m more interested in the special snow you promised me.” I switched subject for the sake of my mental stability.

The drummer puffed sliding a hand in his pocket “Well May-May you know I always keep my promises.” He handed me a bag full of white dust.

“Is this for real?” I asked over excited while opening it and picking up some with my red painted nail. Tommy nodded looking at me while I snorted the little quantity of dust, the party was about to begin.

Nikki’s POV

I pulled up my black jeans looking at the lady that was now resting on Tommy’s bed. I couldn’t remember her name but for sure I would have remembered that she wasn’t the girl for me. Her experience and extravagance was not enough to compensate the desire to shut her up every time one of her annoyingly high pitched moans - that seemed fake as fuck- left her lips.

I fastened my belt and left the room without saying a word. Vince was right behind the door waiting for his turn.

“Third ride?” My question made him giggle like a three year old who had got caught doing something bad. He sneaked in letting me out. I fixed my hair walking calmly towards the party. Some girls were dancing to Bringin’ on the Heartbreak by Def Leppard. I looked around for some booze only being able to find a half empty beer.

An easily recognizable laugh burst through the room, mixing pleasantly with the music “Oh c’mon let me go!” I turned looking for the girl that lately was the object of my desire. Tommy was holding her wrists pulling her on the couch with him while she was playfully trying to escape. She stumbled giving up on her attempt and landing straight on the drummer’s lap.

“Oh shut up, stop it!” I moved joining the duo, taking a sip of my almost empty bottle.

Tommy stopped tickling Maya’s sides as soon as I reached ‘em.

“Oh look who is gracing us with his presence,” she greeted me fixing her leopard blouse – one sleeve had slipped down her shoulder.

“That quickie lasted a little too long, Vince was so impatient waiting for you to come out,” Tommy added letting her free.

I shrugged “It’s not my fault, she wouldn’t shut her mouth… plus she…” My explanation was interrupted by Maya.

“For how much I would like to hear about your sexual encounter, I’m gonna go,” she announced lifting a black denim jacket from under Tommy’s butt.

“C’mon May-May I told we’re going but later!” The drummer protested causing her to back off a little in order to escape from his hold.

“It’s so early, are you really going home?” It was barely one in the morning.

“I’m not going home, I just wanna buy some booze down the street, there’s nothing to drink around here.” She wore her jacket ready to leave.

“You CAN’T go outside like that all alone.” Tommy glared at her shorts.

Maya rolled her eyes “Said my father…” She was not going to give up. She was so fucking stubborn it was almost annoying.

“I’m going with her,” I volunteered finishing my beer. Her pretty pouty face suddenly lit up in a smile.

“Chivalry isn’t dead after all… Let’s go.” And with that she made her way to the window.

I followed her not knowing that the 20-minute walk was going to be more interesting than the party itself.

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spockina · 5 years

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Me & My Husband

hi!

this is a jessie mclaughlin story. no fighting or infidelity, just jessie thinking. deals with some thoughts and ideas some people might not be comfortable with ( a woman who thinks she might be going crazy, co-dependency on her husband), so please go about it carefully.

(100% inspired by mitski’s song of the same name. please go and listen; i highly rec it, it’s really good.)

the hugest thank you to @ssodangdark for the emotional support. :’) thanks, em :^)

please validate me

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

In. Out.

I smile at no one, just for myself.

I know why I’m here. I have a reason, I have a right to be here. I smile one more time, and this time I’m looking in the mirror, back into my own eyes, brown as can be. I am here.

“Rhett,” I say, for the fourth time, maybe. “Rhett, babe, get me a glass of wine?”

He bends down, presses his lips to mine, and there’s a smile in his voice when he says, “Sure, babe,” but he’s not looking at me.

He’s not looking at me.

Not at me.

He says, “You comin’ with?,” and he’s not talking to me.

“Nah, brother, I’m good. Get me a beer, too,” is the reply he gets, to which he shrugs, moves away from us.

“How’s Lily’s back?” I ask.

His eyes are so blue. Blue like the sky, and Rhett doesn’t like heights, but he sure loves flying. Blue like the ocean, and Rhett’s always dreamed of water. Mine are brown. Rhett’s fond of wood.

He shrugs, and I regret asking. “She’s… doing alright. Recovery is slower than we hoped for.”

I touch his shoulder, because I love him. He is family. He was family before I stumbled upon them, and he’s gonna continue being family, and I love him.

“I’m sorry, Link. You know you can count on us, right? For anything. We’re family.”

He smiles a tiny smile, one that I particularly like, both hands coming up to cup my face. “I know, Jess. Thanks. Thank you, so much,” he says, and his voice breaks a little at the end; touches his lips to my forehead in a loving kiss.

“Hey, man, quit touchin’ on my wife,” we both hear, and he’s moving away, hands up in mock surrender, laughter playing on his lips.

I feel the smile stretching my lips, I can’t help it; I love this man. I look up with the most honest grin on my face, but he’s not looking at me.

He’s not looking at me.

He’s looking at the ocean in front of us, and I’m just the woods.

If only he could learn about the rainforest.

My children are off down the street, on the other half of the family.

I love my house.

I built it with love, and care; every detail reflects us. Rhett, and me, and Locke, and Shepherd (and Barbara). I designed a house for the people I love the most in my life, and this is how I’m paid back: I’m lying on the couch, my couch, and Rhett’s sitting on the floor with a book. I have my phone in one hand, the other carding slowly through his hair, every curl a caress on my fingers. Barbara’s sitting on his lap, asleep, and he alternates between turning his pages and placing a hand on her little body.

This is peace as I know it.

This is my success.

Sometimes I think I’m going crazy.

The Neal household is beautiful and I love it -- and not just because half of it I designed myself.

Rhett has a favored armchair in the family room; now he’s sitting in it, Christy perched on its arm, Rhett’s arm around her waist. I’m on the couch, Link on the floor, Lily lying with her head on his legs.

I’m not paying attention to anything, Sunday lunch still working through my system, but Christy’s laugh is loud and impossible to resist, and I laugh at nothing, just to laugh with her.

I watch, and I love them. All of them.

But sometimes I think I’m crazy.

Rhett talks to Link and Lily, and Christy watches them, a smile on her lips, soft, paper-white features calm and serene. No turbulent thoughts behind her eyes. No mind to Link as he talks to Rhett and Rhett alone.

I close my eyes, and Link says, “You sleepy?”

Rhett answers before I can: “She’s the only person who can out-sleep you, bo,” and the sound of his laughter is still the most beautiful in the world.

I don’t reply, and I don’t dare open my eyes.

I’m panting into the night, and he’s panting into me.

And I love him so, so much.

I feel tears at the corners of my eyes, and I must sniff, because he’s raising his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and the smirk in his voice is undeniable when he says, “You crying already?”

I wanna laugh, but that’s not what comes out.

“Yeah, yeah,” I breathe out, somehow, “Get back to it, boy.”

He murmurs, “So bossy,” but does as he’s told.

I know he loves me.

I know.

I know in the way he sighs when he slides home, in the way he moves, practiced but not on autopilot: in the way of a man who loves his craft, and takes pride in knowing just how to do it, doing it right every single time.

I know it in the way his hands hold me -- they’re big, just like the rest of him, but they don’t threaten: they hurt good and sweet, and they reach so deep into me that sometimes I think they’re gonna touch my heart.

But then he picks up his pace, and I can almost taste sanity when he says “I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much, fuck,” like it’s a prayer, like I’m a saint, like this is his sin and his blessing, and he doesn’t deserve me.

I can almost taste sanity, and that’s my favorite flavor: it tastes like nothing else exists but me, and him, and our bed.

It’s always been just us when we go down like this, and these are the moments I hold close to my heart, at the forefront of my mind palace, for when I need the reminder.

Just us.

This is a known routine.

My eyes are dark -- darker still in the harsh, yellow lights from Christy’s master bathroom.

My eyes are dark like burning wood, and I wish I could splash my face with cold water, but this make up took some time and I’m not about to destroy it for a second of clarity.

I can achieve it on my own, so I look into my eyes in the mirror, and I smile. I breathe in and out.

“I’m alright,” I whisper, because I’m not yet insane and Christy’s on the other side of the door.

One more smile and I’m walking out.

I see Cassie first when I walk into the patio. She smiles, waves at me, and we make small talk for a minute or two, until she says, “Oh, I think Steph needs some help,” and points to where Stevie seems stuck on a conversation. I laugh and let her go.

This isn’t a party, these aren’t our friends, or even their employees. This is a business event. My eyes scan the gathering, and I want to say I’m looking for my boys, but I’m not. I’m looking for my man. Looking for him as if I don’t know where I’m gonna find him.

I feel out of sorts.

I find him.

His hand is on Link’s shoulder, and they’re both turned towards an older man. His face is amicable, but I can see the straight line of his shoulders all the way from where I’m standing, and I know that’s why he’s touching Link: he needs the support.

He doesn’t need a reason to touch Link, but sometimes there’s a reason anyway.

I walk back inside; find myself a glass to hold, a countertop to stand against, and I watch.

Stevie finds me, clinks her glass against mine. “You alright in there, Missus?”

“Yeah, just a tiny headache between the eyes,” I say, and it’s not a lie, but I only realize it once I say it out loud.

“You want me to get Rhett?” She asks.

“No. No, last I saw he was talking to someone who looked important.”

She eyes me carefully, but doesn’t say anything, and I almost say thank you. We talk some more, but she is as much a part of Mythical as Rhett and Link themselves, and she’s soon requested somewhere else.

I have another glass. A dinner, formal-style, is supposed to happen at some point. As it is, I stand there with a glass of wine, dressed and dolled up far better than the event asked for, standing out like a sore thumb.

I feel him before he touches me. It’s a superpower.

His hands find my waist, and he buries his face in the back of my neck, hugging me from behind.

“‘M tired,” he mumbles, and I smile.

Smile smile smile.

He breathes into my neck, and I can’t help the goosebumps. He pulls back, and turns me around so we can face other. He offers me my favorite smile of his, the one that only exists for the ones he loves.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says, unexpectedly.

“I’m overdressed,” I mumble, even though there’s a smile fighting its way out.

He noses at my ear. “There’s no such thing, Jess. You’re gorgeous. Every day.”

I haven’t breathed this good in the longest time.

I feel light.

My feet have no weight at all and I’m bound to the ground by the arms around my waist.

And then there’s a clasp on his shoulder so hard that I can feel it where he’s touching me, and Link’s saying, “You ready, brother?”

He kisses my forehead, but his eyes are on Link’s as he says, “As ready as I’ll ever be,” and they go.

But today I’m gorgeous.

And I’m in love.

When it’s late, and all five kids are asleep in the Neal’s children’s bedrooms, I’m lying in bed with Christy, heels lost somewhere in the house -- and so is my husband.

She says, “I might fall asleep,” and I say, “go for it.” Her smile is kind when she tells me to stay the night, and I reply that the kids might take the offer. She laughs, softly, and is gone in the next minute or two.

I walk downstairs slowly, quietly.

I can hear them, and one more step allows me to see them without being seen.

I love watching Rhett, always have.

Right now, he’s sitting on the couch, long legs splayed open, glass of bourbon in hand. Link, in an armchair, is a mirror, darker image: legs splayed open, bourbon in hand. No shoes. They talk in quiet voices, and they share the hair-touching habit.

I love watching Rhett, and there’s always been something captivating about watching him when he’s looking at Link. It’s like there’s no way to share that attention -- wherever there is Link, that’s where Rhett’s attention is going to be.

I learned and made peace with that years ago. We wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t.

But tonight I’m gorgeous.

And so I walk into the living room, and they both smile at me. Rhett opens his arms, and I sit on one of his legs, curling into him.

“You stayin’ the night?” Link asks, and I say no before Rhett can.

Link laughs. “Yeah, smart girl, you are.” He winks, playful. “Leave the kids behind and go have fun.”

Rhett’s laugh is almost too loud for how quiet the rest of the house is.

“Hey, man,” he says, “Don’t think about my wife like that!”

We all laugh, then; if anything, because Rhett’s laughter is contagious, and I wanna be infected.

I get up, and I walk over to Link, bend down to kiss his cheeks.

“Take care of him,” he says. “He had some drinks.”

I look into his eyes, because they are beautiful, and as blue as they always are, even in the low light of the living room.

He is family. He was family before me, and he took me in anyways.

“I will, Link.” I say.

He sneaks his arms up to hold me in a hug. “Love you,” I whisper into his shoulder, and he nods, and we know. I say it because it’s true.

We get ready to leave, and I leave them to it, looking for my shoes.

I can still hear, though, as Rhett says, so gently, “Go to bed, brother.” Link replies with a yeah, go home, that will break my heart if I think about it, so I won’t.

Sometimes I think I’m going insane, but tonight I’m gorgeous, and he’s going home with me.

Rhett loves the sky and the ocean, yeah, but wood is what burns.

And at least in this lifetime We’re sticking together Me and my husband We’re doing better

#rhink fanfic #i mean? is it really?#i guess more like #jessie fanfic #lmao #anyways #please share your thoughts i'd really really appreciate it #my words

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silver-wield · 4 years

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Can you do an analysis on Cloud and Tifa’s body language during that scene when they’re in Cloud’s room and he’s slyly referring to his promise to Tifa? There was crazy sexual tension in that scene and it honestly looked like Cloud was subtly being flirty with her 😭

No probs, Nonny! I actually already touched on their body language in a reply to a gif set of this bit, so we'll just expand on that ^=^

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven't played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it's gonna be a VERY long one so prepare to scroll.

Also, this is one person's interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that's cool and we'll agree to disagree.

You're also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I'm grabbing them from Youtube and it's frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone's interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis)

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog)

Tifa character analysis

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis/theory – I should probably update this since I've had other ideas since then)

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti)

Clotiscrew tunnel analysis

Cloti reunion analysis

The Promise Analysis

Andrea's approval (Cloti ask response)

Leslie analysis (not mine, but a good read)

Cloti action touching

Aerti friendship analysis

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

Keep reading

Recap time! Yall know the drill by now if you've read my other ramblings.

Chapter 3, where we get a room (lol), do some jobs and have a chat with Tifa. It's pretty basic stuff until the cut scene after Marle gives Cloud a talking to. She's the overprotective grandmother figure that Tifa needs in her life and she wants to make sure Cloud isn't messing with her. Now, why would she think that? Well, maybe she picked up some hints when Tifa mentioned Cloud to her about wanting a place to stay? Marle's pretty sharp, after all, and if she got the impression Tifa is carrying a torch, she'd definitely make sure Cloud's not about to blow it out. She tells him to pay attention to her, to listen. This is the very first instance of Cloud taking in that kind of info and it changes how he treats others for the rest of the game.

After the chapter 4 mission where Cloud reflects on his promise to Tifa, it's back to the slums for some rest. Then Tifa knocks on his door and enters. She mentions Cloud was gone for a while, and he answers he was walking so that he keeps Jessie's secret – because he's that kind of guy.

Small talking Tifa is cute, but lol, Cloud seems to have purposely forgotten Johnny since he's yet another admirer of Tifa. For a guy who doesn't forget info like morons who could cause them trouble in the long run, it's pretty telling how quickly he is to dismiss Johnny.

Onto something more interesting in this pic, though. Cloud is sitting on the bed. Now, if he wasn't comfortable around Tifa he'd have got up. His eyeline is lower than hers so he has to look up at her. This puts her in a position of dominance over him – also not surprising since his mentality is that of a 16yr old around her and she's the adult in the relationship. Tifa for her part has her body turned to the side in a non-confrontational pose.

Tifa has her hands clasped in front of herself (couple of seconds before this screen) which indicates she's trying to protect herself as she asks the question if Cloud is leaving Midgar. Not surprising since she's afraid of losing people she cares about and even just someone heading off somewhere else would upset her, though she'd try not to show it.

Cloud, for his part, looks away, appearing as though he's thinking it over, but we're already aware he's decided to stay and help Tifa out, so this is a fake out on his part. He's half-teasing, half trying to get a positive response from her (remember the water tower? Yeah, this is that Cloud. The dork. The one who is useless at talking to girls).

I'm sorry, but Cloud is such a cheeky bastard I just can't with him! This is giving me all the throwbacks to his behaviour at the water tower and I love that it mirrors that moment, but with more success on his part this time. He's looking all around trying not to give himself away before it's needed. He's smiling and looks relaxed. He might be sitting but he definitely believes he has the upper hand between them at this point. Remember, I've said before that eye contact is important. Well, in this case, Cloud's deliberate refusal to make eye contact shows he's teasing. This is such a cute moment between them!

Oh ho! But here's where his teasing ends. Cloud is being completely serious and obviously took the promise between them as being special. Ducking his head out of sight completely prevents us from seeing his expression and allows him to act in a casual way about something that's such an important part of who he became. But, he's not quite pulling it off because he's also looking quite defensive in this pose. His hands are clasped in front of him and he's leaning forward, looking at the floor. This is something very meaningful for him to talk about and he's hoping Tifa doesn't brush it off, so if he doesn't look at her he won't have to see her reaction.

Tifa's obviously got her own interpretation of how that promise went. We can guess she did it because she just wanted a guarantee she'd see Cloud again some day from how she acted during the water tower cut scene. Here, she's leaning back on her hands which leaves her body language open, but also conceals something. She's looking down, the same way Cloud did. She's also hiding her true feelings towards Cloud the same way he's hiding from her, but she's being as honest as she can be as the same time. I've seen people call Tifa a liar because of how she doesn't address Cloud's memory problems in OG, but when you really take a close look at her, lying just isn't her. This is a complex moment between them. They've not long met again and they're having this heavy conversation. The feelings between them are still there, but there's all this other stuff that's more important. But, they know they're friends, and that's a good place to start getting to know each other again, and Cloud choosing to stay is that first step, with the quick follow up of him reminding her of their shared history.

Cloud, you smooth bastard I love you for this! This is definitely flirting! He's looking directly at her, then dips his head to the side in an inviting gesture. His eyes soften and he gets this tiny smile on his face. His body language has changed, too. He's sitting up and back slightly with both arms by his sides. There's no more defensiveness about him. He wants to listen to her. Cloud is choosing to ask for Tifa's confidence. He's letting her know she can rely on him. That he's interested.

For her part, Tifa's pleased, but surprised. She's not long got back in touch with Cloud and, while he's been a decent guy, she's had the overall impression he isn't the same as the soft boi she knew, so this is a revelation for her. The Cloud she knew is still within this Cloud – which anyone who knows the real!Cloud SOLDIER!Cloud storyline is exactly the point of this moment. Tifa knows his true self. The true self that comes out only when he's with her.

Cloud, bro, I'm gonna combust from all these flirty gestures! Fully open body language, a smile, teasing tone. Goddamnit, just say you love her already! Yes, please, invite Tifa to check you out. Remember, he's still sitting. He's so relaxed and natural around her. Even if all you saw was two friends and no ship, you'd be insane to think he isn't a different person in this scene. He's not SOLDIER Cloud here.

Tifa, for her part, isn't flirting here. She likes Cloud, that's clear, and her body language is reaching towards him, which suggests she has feelings towards him, but her tone is more playful and her expression is pleased. She's happy to see her friend isn't too different from the one she knows. Most of the flirting in this scene is on Cloud's side, which makes sense when you think of the torch he's been carrying for her. He's trying to get her attention, same way he did when they were kids. Tifa's oblivious but receptive because she likes him back, but she won't show it as much because she thinks he's not interested. Someone knock their heads together please lol

OMG FUCKING HELL CLOUD JUST TELL HER YOU LOVE HER! Leaning back on the bed, totally vulnerable body language, drawing attention to the bod in an attempt to spark her interest – since he's clearly interpreted this line from Tifa as a rejection – this boi is trying so hard! He even looks a little disappointed she's not more impressed with SOLDIER Cloud, but we knew she preferred the dork anyway lol

Now, I know everyone talks about the physical and emotional distance between them here, which is obvious, but what I'm gonna point out is after feeling like SOLDER Cloud has been rejected by Tifa – thanks to her preference for the real deal – Cloud looks away from her. She's brushed him off and he's hiding his upset by not meeting her eyes.

Tifa is still oblivious to this, but Cloud definitely has a look of disappointment on his face.

Now, after that last bit you'd think Cloud would assume he's got no chance, but then Tifa says how glad she is to have him back and that cheers him up. He's still in that mindset of a 16yr old with a crush, whereas Tifa's moved on. She's had 5 years apart from him (she thinks it's 7, I know, but he saw her in Nibelheim and how she'd matured a little). She's not thinking of him in an openly romantic sense, whereas Cloud is definitely still deep in his feelings for her. Hearing she's happy to see him hints to him that he might still have a chance with her if they spend more time together. His soft af goodnight is the last indicator of his strong feelings for her. His body language is open once more, he's staring after her with a longing look and a smile and doesn't look away until the door closes.

Conclusion

JUST GET FUCKING MARRIED ALREADY IT'S BEEN 23 YEARS!

Lol seriously though, Cloud is definitely still deep in the throes of his childhood crush. Tifa could resurrect hers with time because it's clear she does still harbour feelings for him, but she's not the type to be pushy or insistent. She'll let Cloud take the lead and offer subtle hints how she feels, hoping he feels the same. She doesn't pick up on Cloud's subtle flirting compared to those more in your face things he tried earlier. Through all of those interactions with her he's definitely trying to say that he likes her and he'd like her to accept his feelings, but the bigger gestures get the brush off, although she blushes and looks shy, and the smaller ones go over her head.

Unfortunately, these two are oblivious af and it's gonna take everyone's help to get them together.

#final fantasy 7 remake spoilers #final fantasy 7 remake analysis #cloti #cloud strife #tifa lockheart #seriously #just kiss already

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diamond maknae | family drama.

pairing: ot7 x maknae!reader (platonic) ; jessi x reader (platonic) fandom: bts ; mentions of nct warnings: maknae!reader ; eighth member of bts!reader ; language genre: angst ; fluff other: (for other diamond maknae content, please check out my masterlist for original stories)

summary: they only meant well, you knew that, but sometimes it was just.. hard to see it that way.

a/n: yeeeah, the angst was real, but then jessi saved the day hahaha. hope you enjoy it ♥

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It's not like you were the only girl idol with a dress like this, okay? Your friends, the ones you were talking to right now in fact, they were all dressed like this. They all looked sexy.

Yet, it only seemed to be a problem when the person wearing something like this was you.

And the only people that had a problem with it, were your seven brothers.

“What are you doing?” you asked, still laughing from what your friend had said as Taehyung draped his jacket over your shoulders.

“Nothing.. just wear it.”

“No, I'm alright, thanks.”

“It's cold.. please wear it,” he tried again, this time with a smile.

“I'm good, seriously,” you pushed the jacket off and handed it back to him, returning your attention back to your friends.

Taehyung walked back over to his brothers and sighed, “I tried, you guys..”

“Let me,” Jeongguk took off his jacket, trying to do the same exact thing, “Here.. looks good on you,” he smiled sweetly.

“Does it? I think it looks better on you, to be honest.”

“No, on you,” he wanted to be as sweet as possible, hoping that his smile would convince you to just wear a fucking jacket.

But you weren't like the others and you never had been. You saw straight through him like you always did and did the same thing as you had done before.

“I'm glad you're looking out for my fashion style, but I really don't want to wear it, right now.”

And with that, the second defeated brother walked back towards the rest of Bangtan.

“She's so fucking stubborn,” Namjoon brushed his hand through his hair.

“We should just let her be for now.. she's just talking to girls now anyways.”

But maybe Jin shouldn't have said that. Saying it out loud had jinxed it, because a moment later, some NCT guys walked over to you, smiling at not just you, but the other girls as well.

Yeah, everyone was having a great time.

Everyone, but your brothers.

“What was that about letting her be?” Jimin asked with a sigh.

“I'll try,” Hoseok made his way across the room and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you with him.

“What are you doing?”

“There's something wrong with your dress. I think it ripped.”

“What?” you immediately started to panic, mostly because you were afraid that you had run around with a ripped dress the entire evening.

And Hoseok's plan worked perfectly, because a moment later, you were in another room with only your brothers.

“So.. about that dress,” Yoongi crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Can you fix it? I don't have anything else to wear,” you tried to see where the ripped spot was, but to no prevail.

“I could call your manager. Maybe she could bring some jeans and a hoodie,” Namjoon said with a smile.

“Jeans and a hoodie? To a party?”

“Yeah, why not?” Jimin shrugged with a grin, “It could still look cool. You always make everything look cool.”

You stared from one face into the other, some smiling, others clearly being nervous and uncomfortable.

They were lying. That’s the only reason some of them would be uncomfortable. Because they hated lying to you.

“Guys... did my dress really rip?” and then all of them started talking at the same time, trying to find an excuse for why they had said that. Until you raised your hands and let out a humorless laugh, “I can't fucking believe this. You're so overprotective, it's fucking my mind, seriously.”

“We're just trying to look out for you!” Jin said in a soft tone.

“No. You're treating me like I'm a little baby who doesn't know what she's doing. What I'm wearing, what I'm doing, who I'm talking to and who I'm seeing is none of your fucking business. This is my life. Do you understand that? Mine. Not yours.”

“We just don't want you to get hurt, love,” Taehyung said, trying that same tone that Jin had used, “As your brothers, we...-”

“But you're not!” you screamed, being so fucking angry right there, tears from how angry you were glistening in your eyes already, “You're not my fucking brothers! You're seven overprotective guys who have made it their mission to ruin everything for me!”

The room was filled with silence. Complete and utter silence, as all seven of them looked at you with the most hurt faces you had ever seen.

But you were just so upset yourself, that you couldn't care about that right now.

You pushed them aside and ran out, now full on sobbing, while the rest of them still stood there motionlessly.

“We're not her brothers,” Jeongguk repeated weakly, “Did.. did she really mean that?”

Namjoon was the first to clear his voice and smile again, even if it was hard and probably a bit fake, “Just.. give her some time. She'll come around again. She just needs to calm down.”

They did give you time. Mostly because they didn't know where you were, even if they tried looking for you.

Because, yes, they were worried again.

The one that did find you, was actually Jessi. Much to your surprise, actually.

“Baby girl, what happened?” she immediately sat down next to you on the stairs, wrapping one arm around you.

“They suck. They fucking suck. All seven of them.”

It wasn't hard to figure out who you were talking about, but Jessi and you were close. Closer than you were with most others. She knew about the problems you were sometimes having with the rest of Bangtan.

“What did they do?”

“It's always the same bullshit. They say they try to protect me, but I'm not a baby anymore.. I can take care of myself.”

A small smile spread on her face, maybe even a proud one to hear you say that.

“Sweetheart, I know this is probably not what you want to hear right now, but.. do you know how lucky you are to have them?”

“You're right. It's not what I want to hear,” you wiped your tears away.

“So many people get used in this industry. They get mistreated. Especially us girls. Yet, you are the only girl idol I know that never had to deal with this kind of stuff. And do you want to know why? Because your brothers would never let that happen. That's why they're so protective of you. They don't trust people and for good reasons too. Everyone walks into this industry as a naive, young person and walks out as someone completely different, often just a shell of a person. They know, (Y/N). They know the shadow sides and they don't want you to experience it.”

“I appreciate what you're saying, really,” you turned your head, your eyes and nose feelings red and swollen, “But what does that have to do with them desperately trying to baby me? Try to get me to change my outfit for example? Like what's so bad about me showing a bit of skin?”

“Same reason, hun. They're just scared someone might use you. Don't you think some boy idols would love to get their hands on you? For clout? Imagine the headlines: 'Blahblah and (Y/N) from BTS dating?'. And well, if you dress like this, there are bound to be more and more people who get interested in you.”

“You.. you think someone would use me?”

“Babe, I know some would,” she cupped your cheeks, “You're pretty, famous and intelligent. Any guy would be stupid to pass up the opportunity to date you and if they get more famous in the process as well, that's the jackpot. Your brothers aren't doing this because they want to baby you, but because they're scared. In all honesty, I think you're the most important person to them next to their actual families.”

God and you had screamed at them that they weren't your real brothers.

“Great.. now I feel even worse because I yelled at them,” your face dropped into your hands, but Jessi only rubbed over your back with a chuckle.

“Come on. Let's go and find them. I don't think they'll be angry. Probably just worried that you ran off with some guy,” she full on laughed as you both got up, “Imagine their faces when I show up with you.”

“I don't know.. I think sometimes they think I'm a lesbian, so they'd probably end up interrogating you as well.”

And with her arm around your shoulder, you went to find your band members again..

..no.

You went to find your brothers.

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whipped-for-kpop-fics · 6 years

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Jessie 4

Essie has a habit of forgetting things including but limited to her very personal belongings. Usually, she notices her mistake pretty quickly but not this time. This time, someone finds her phone on a table outside of a restaurant and finds their face as the home screen.

AKA

Jackson Wang finds a phone with his face as the home screen.

Jessie Masterlist

Essie giggled down at her phone. Being a fan of Jackson meant she knew at least a little of his personality so she knew he was worried that she was genuinely upset and believed he had called her such a thing. She decided to let him suffer for a little bit as punishment for putting his number into her contacts wrong in the first place.

Only ten minutes later, her phone started to ring. Usually, only Jisoo ever called her so she answered without even looking.

“Yo.” She answered chewing on a cookie.

“Oh..I didn’t expect you to answer like that.” A voice that was certainly not Jisoo and undeniably male spoke softly.

Essie choked on her food and pulled the device from her ear to look at the caller ID.

Jackson

“Oh fuck!” She exclaimed through her coughing, dropping the cookie onto her desk to grip her drink and gulp down enough until she had stopped choking.

When her attention returned to her phone, she saw that the call was still running.

“I didn’t look at the ID, I assumed it was Jisoo, I’m so sorry.” She apologised desperately.

“No no no, it’s okay.” Jackson chuckled lightly. “Are you okay though, it sounded like you were choking or something?”

“Uh yeah...I’ve never been betrayed by a cookie like that before.” Essie glared down at the offending food and almost picked it back up to continue eating but remembering who she was talking to, she decided against it.

“The worst betrayal is betrayal by food,” Jackson replied dramatically earning a giggle to spill from her lips. “So, I don’t usually randomly call people like this but I was worried you thought I was the one that sent that message.”

“I never thought you had, I don’t imagine you’d call someone you just met shithead.”

“Ah good, you didn’t reply but you had read it so I thought you were upset.”

“No...I’m just a terrible person.” Essie sighed, deciding honesty was best. “It was I guess payback for giving me the wrong number in the first place.”

“That wasn’t intentional, I promise. Honestly, I only stopped waiting for your text today. I thought you didn’t want to meet me.”

“You waited this long?” He hummed and Essie couldn’t help but smile dopily down at her desk. “Ah, that...that’s kind of you. No-one’s waited so long for me before. Thank you.”

“What? Why not? I haven’t stopped thinking about you-oh shit uh sorry, that was...I shouldn’t have said that.” Jackson started to ramble out apologises and it took everything in Essie to not shriek with excitement and joy at his words as her heart attempting to burst from her chest. She physically had to clamp her hand down over her mouth to stop her noises reaching Jackson.

“...Essie?” Jackson asked nervously when she had stayed silent for his whole rambling. “Are you still there? Ah fuck, I scared her off-”

“No no! I’m here! It takes a lot to scare me off.”

“Well that’s good because I can’t seem to help saying weird things when you’re involved, it’s like I can’t think straight.” Jackson laughed lightly.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one,” Essie admitted before she could think. “I mean I say a lot of weird things anyway but my mouth works before my brain so I’m probably going to say really embarrassing and awkward things and confess to too much because I can’t seem to stop myself. Like right now. Fuck, I need to shut up.”

“No no no. Keep talking. Don’t stop. I’d happily listen to you talk nonsense all night.” Essie blushed. “Ah but you probably have things to do. Sorry, I’ll let you go.”

“I’m not particularly busy,” Essie mumbled, looking around her office. “Just some things for work but there’s no rush to do it now. I can take as long as I want.”

“Won’t your boss be mad?”

“No, not at all.” Essie laughed like there was a joke that Jackson wasn’t in on. Really, there was.

Essie was her own boss. She owned her own bakery/sweet store that was growing more successful by the week especially since opening the bigger store in Seoul.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.”

“Trust me, Jackson, I won’t.” She laughed again.

“So, where do you work?”

“A bakery/sweets store.”

“Oh! Do you do the baking?”

“Not as often as I like.” She confessed with a sigh. “I’ve not had the chance recently.”

“Can’t you ask your boss to put you on baking more?”

“It’s not really an option, I have more important jobs to do.”

“Sounds to me like you don’t enjoy those jobs much,” Jackson observed.

“They’re necessary for the bakery to survive. Of course, I’d rather be baking than in the office doing paperwork and the boring crap but, without the boring crap, it’ll fall apart.”

“Hm, you sound important to the business. Paperwork and such is a vital job. I hope you get paid enough for your hard work.”

“I do.” She giggled. “So don’t worry about me. At the end of the day, I love my job even with all the shit I have to deal with. I’ve been dreaming about it for years and now it’s a reality. I’m happy here.”

“Good. I’m glad you’re happy.”

They both smiled into their phones and for a few minutes it was quiet but it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward.

The silence broke when suddenly there was a lot of commotion on Jackson’s end.

“Yah! Be quiet! I’m on the phone!” He yelled, holding the phone away from his mouth as to not hurt Essie’s ears.

She heard voices in the background and from their tones, they sounded teasing. She could make out Jackson’s voice trying to scold them but they others carried on.

Eventually, he returned to the device with a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry, Yugyeom and BamBam just barged into my room and refuse to leave because they want to know what we’re talking about.”

“Oh.” Essie giggled in amusement. “I’m glad Jisoo isn’t here or she’d be doing the same.”

“I would’ve never thought your friend Jisoo is the choreographer and dancer Jisoo. She’s really good, one of the best in Seoul if not Korea.”

“She is yet she can’t teach me how to dance.” Essie mused. “She gave up a long time ago.”

“Ah I’m sure you’re not that bad.”

“I look like a drunk octopus.” Jackson snorted out a laugh. “Hey! Don’t laugh at my dance skills!”

“I’m sorry! I’ve never heard someone refer to their dancing as a drunk octopus, I’ll have to remember that to use.”

“I certainly hope you don’t mean in relation to your own dancing, Jackson.”

“Why not?”

“Because...you’re one of my favourite dancers.” Jackson giggled shyly. “Only after Jisoo of course.”

“Yah! Leave me alone!” Jackson suddenly exclaimed and Essie heard laughing. “I’m not blushing! Go away! Go annoy someone else!”

“Sounds like you have your hands full, I should let you go so you can deal with them.”

“No!” Jackson yelled making Essie jump. “I uh mean, it’s okay I can just leave...if they move out my way.”

“Jackson, it’s okay, this isn’t the only time we can talk...plus...you owe me coffee, remember?”

“You still want to go on a date with me?”

“...A date?”

“Uh...yeah?”

“But...I thought...you said...really?” Jackson made a noise of confirmation that sounded suspiciously nervous not that Essie really noticed. “I’ve never been on a date before.” She confessed. Jackson choked on a shriek.

“What?! No way! I don’t believe you!”

“Ask Jisoo, she knows my entire relationship history.”

“I can’t believe it, you must be picky, huh?”

“I can be but I’ve just never been asked on a date before.”

“Okay you clearly have been surrounding yourself with idiots because I wanted to ask you out the second I saw you.” He confessed thoughtlessly. The shrieking in the background told Essie that Yugyeom and BamBam were still in the room. “I’m seriously going to kill these two.” He confessed in English and she giggled.

“Don’t tell me about it! I’ll become an accomplice!” She whined also talking her native language. “I’m too young to go to jail for murder, at least wait a few years, I’ll help you plan it all.” Jackson was laughing loudly by the time she finished talking. The sound was like the music to Essie’s ears and she smiled fondly and sat silently, just enjoying the noise.

“Wow! Okay! You’re certainly something different, Essie.” He finally managed to say when his laughter subsided enough to let words pass through his lips even if he was still chuckling.

“Bad different?” She chewed her lip nervously.

“Good different.” Her lips curved up into a smile. “You didn’t answer if you really do want to go on a date with me or not. If you’d rather keep things just, casual, we can meet as friends.”

“A date sounds good.”

“Ah! Really?” Essie hummed in confirmation. “Great! Are you busy tomorrow? We can get lunch?”

“Hm, lemme check.” Essie pulled her diary out from her bag to flick through. “I’m free 12:30 up until 2. Is any time there okay?”

“Yes, that’s perfect. Where will you be? I can meet you then.”

“The bakery. It’s actually sort of near the JYP building.” Essie informed. “I don’t know if you’ll know it though, I can meet you at the building if that’s where you’ll be?”

“What’s the bakery called?”

“Something Sweet,” Jackson repeated the name and instantly one of the voices started to yell excitedly in the background.

“Yugyeom knows it, he said it’s his favourite bakery,” Jackson announced then spoke to the boy in Korean. “Oh, he brought us these amazing biscuits from there a few weeks ago, I can’t remember all the flavours but I really loved the lemon ones! They were so good!”

“Ah, thank you.” Essie beamed proudly. “Those are my favourites.”

“They were mine too but every time since, Yugyeom says he can’t find them.”

“Ah no, only I make them. Honestly, we don’t actually sell them but I had made a big batch at home and brought in the rest. One of the cashiers must’ve given him some, she said she wanted to give a regular a special treat and asked to give some out free.”

“Oh...do you think you can make some more one day?”

“Hm, maybe.” She teased with a giggle. “Depends how much you beg.”

“Ah! You’re like that?” She giggled again. “Pleaseee Essie. Make some lemon biscuits for your second favourite dancer. Pleasee. I’m your phone background I think I should get special treatment.”

“Don’t talk about that, that’s embarrassing.” She whined. “I changed it since anyway.”

“Change it back!” He demanded. “I like that you like me enough to pick me as your background. Who is it now?”

“A cat that’s always near the back door of the bakery.”

“A cute cat?”

“Of course.”

“Cuter than me?” Essie sucked in a breath as she considered it. “Oh wow! That gives me so much confidence!”

“Oh shut up, you know you’re attractive, you call yourself wild and sexy.” Essie scoffed and Jackson giggled.

“You just want your ego stroked.”

“By you, yes.” Essie tried not to giggle. “I’ll wear something extra nice tomorrow so you can have a new background picture.”

“Ah don’t do that, I’ll be in my work clothes, I won’t be able to even begin to look good next to you if you make more effort than a hoodie.”

“Shut up, you’re beautiful. You’ll definitely look better than me no matter what you wear.”

“Nu-uh.” Jackson started to argue so Essie quickly cut him off. “So, do you want to come by the bakery when you’re ready or shall I come to you or what?”

“I’ll come to you if that’s okay.”

“It is indeed.” Essie hummed, eyes sliding over to the email notification that popped up on her computer screen. Noticing it was from a company that wanted to buy out her bakery, she sighed heavily.

“Are you sure? You sound upset.” Jackson spoke quietly, carefully. He was worried Essie was going to back out but he really didn’t want her to while at the same time, he didn’t want her to feel obligated to follow through on a plan she changed her mind about.

“Oh sorry, that wasn’t about you, I just received an email about work that I’d rather didn’t exist.” Another sigh left her lips. “I really do want to see you tomorrow,” Essie confessed shyly, her tone suddenly soft and anxious. “I’ll be glancing at the clock all morning.”

“Ah, you’re so cute!” He cooed excitedly. “But, so will I.”

“I should really deal with this email now before I lose the will and not so accidentally press delete and pretend I never received it.”

“Alright, I’ll hang up now. I don’t want you getting into trouble with your boss.” Essie sniggered quietly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Essie.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” There was a small pause before the call ended with a beep.

With a heavy exhale, Essie placed her phone down and picked up her previously discarded cookie to stuff as much into her mouth as possible to give her energy to deal with the most persistent and annoying company she had ever had the displeasure of dealing with.

Finally a new part! I know right?

Hopefully, the length of this one makes up for the wait, even if the majority of it is pure dialogue

The next part will be the coffee date though, even if I have no idea when it’ll be up or when I will even write it I'm afraid

~Chee

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