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krikeymate · 11 months

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What if… Christina isn’t as bad as we all make her out to be. She’s a good mom, kind of - or like, she tries to be. At least to Tara. Sure, she drinks a bit too much in the evenings sometimes, but she never does anything bad when she’s drunk. She has to travel a lot for work. She feels guilty for leaving Tara alone so much, but Tara assures her that it’s fine. She’s no longer a little kid. She can stay at home alone. And the other Woodsboro moms have Christina’s back, too. They encourage her to go. They’ve got Tara. Tara is a teenager. She spends most of her time with her friends anyway, so they really don‘t mind if she sleeps over. It’s a small town. They all take care of the kids as a collective. And they know that Christina’s situation is difficult as a single mom of a somewhat sickly child. Christina needs to pay the bills somehow. Especially all the bills from Tara’s doctor visits and hospital stays.

Christina gets the call from the hospital, telling her about Tara’s condition. She’s at a very important conference at the moment. She freaks out, sick with worry for her babygirl. She tells the hospital that they should call her when Tara’s awake and that she’ll be there as soon as possible. It’s late at night but she calls her boss immediately, telling him that she needs to go home. It’s an emergency. He tells her no. If she goes now, she can kiss her job goodbye. They need her at the conference. She tells him that her daughter is in the hospital, that she almost died. He’s relentless.

Christina needs the money from that job. It’ll take weeks, if not months, to find a new one. She still has some bills from Tara’s last hospital stay to cover and she’s sure that this recent one is going to be massive… she’s also trying to put money away for college, so Tara won’t have to worry about anything once she’s done with High School. But still, her baby is in the hospital. She needs to go home!

She calls Judy, asking her about exactly what happened, breaking down on the phone completely. How could this have happened? She bought the most expensive security system she could find, so she could rest peacefully at night, knowing her daughter was safe at home. But of course, it’s Woodsboro. What was she thinking?

She tells Judy that she’s going to book the next flight. She’ll lose her job, but it doesn’t matter. Judy tells her to calm down. The conference is over in a few days anyway. She can’t do anything here. Tara most likely won’t wake up for a while and they’re all there with her. Tara’s in good hands now. She’ll be fine. ‚Get here as soon as you can WITHOUT losing your job. You’ll need the money, Christina. Trust me. This will not be over next week. Tara will need physical therapy, rehab training, a psychologist too, probably. Maybe a homeschool tutor. Keep your job, Chrissy. I’ve got your girl!‘

Christina feels horrible, but she knows Judy is right. She talks to Tara about it on the phone and Tara assures her once again that it’s fine. Then the hospital attack happens. Judy doesn’t answer her calls anymore. Chad and Mindy‘s parents update her. Christina doesn’t even speak to her boss this time, booking the next flight and going home. She’s at the hospital already, waiting for Tara when they get there after the showdown at Amber‘s place.

Tara mentioned that Sam‘s there on the phone, but it didn’t click in Christina’s head that she meant HER Sam. She’s in shock when she sees Sam walking next to Tara on the wheel stretcher, holding her baby’s hand, and the first thing she thinks is that Sam must have done this. She’s her father‘s daughter. And now she’s hurt her little one. But why is she here then? Why didn’t the police take her?

What do you think, how will things continue from here? We’ll have a constant Sam vs Christina, I guess. They both prioritise Tara for a while, maybe. Pulling it together to be there for her. But Christina wants Sam gone. Tara hates how Christina treats Sam, making her choose Sam in the end and leaving with her. But how would the time between Christina’s arrival and them leaving go? Do you have any thoughts on this? :)

Damn, Christina Carpenter herself is in my inbox tryna give her own narrative asdfghjkl.

Realistically, this is probably much much closer to whatever movie-canon narrative they go with, but that's less fun :( The problem with this sort of interpretation of Christina is that she was fine with Sam up until Sam discovered who her father was, so her problem with Sam isn't that she's Billy's. So I guess her problem is that she can't keep her mouth shut about it, which matches with 6's thing where she cut off Sam because Sam told Tara the truth.

HOWEVER, this brings more questions - does that mean that when Sam ran away, Christina was still supporting her? Or did she tell her to leave, and was giving her money to stay away? Big fuck you to Tara if so. Furthermore, why is this such a big deal? Why doesn't she want Tara to know? She's already a drunk blabbing the secret herself, so why specifically doesn't she want Tara to know? It can't be about reputation. She's canonically a drunk, Tara canonically thinks or knows she takes drugs, Amber calls her out for being a drunk, Wes knows there's something up with the mum as he knows she wouldn't call Sam about Tara's attack.

Wait hold the fuck up. The dad never came back because in learning that Sam wasn't his, he finds out Tara isn't his either. That's why she's so desperate to keep the fact Sam has a different father a secret, because if Tara learns her father isn't her father either, it may ruin whatever relationship they had left, and Tara would leave her too. I bet that's canon Christina's motives. See the thing is, they can't have been close, because Tara was so willing to cut her off so easily. I think Christina's motives aren't love, it's that she doesn't want to be alone.

Sorry anon, I've completely skipped what you were asking, but I honestly just can't see it. The idea that she's just this hardworking woman doesn't vibe with what we do know of her, the casual way Tara refers to her in the beginning of 5 on the phone call - the mention of AA/NA, the way she's surprised at the thought that her mother might be proud of her. It all screams neglectful addict parent. And if we start to adjust who her character is and her story, then it completely unravels Sam and Tara's story, because Christina is such a large part of why they turn out to be the people they do in the way they do.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #Christina Carpenter

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forsworned · 3 years

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[♥] collegeau! to date or not to date {rengoku kyoujurou x reader}

Genre: Comedy, Slight Fluff, Slight Sensual Themes

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Renguko Kyoujorou/Reader

Word count: 2,791

a/n: continuation of unintentionally roomates which you can find here ,,requests are open

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It had been some weeks since she had gotten used to Kyoujurou being her roommate. So far neither of them had walked in on each other naked--yet. He was pretty tidy and would call her out in a teasingly kind of way that she'd sleep with her mouth wide open which made her pretty insecure, but he insisted it was "very cute." Which didn't make it any better. He could concur that it probably wasn't a good idea to show her the picture he had taken of her (he actually would look at it when he was having a bad day or he just wanted a good laugh; he also nearly made it his homescreen but decided that was maybe a little too far).

Mid-terms would be coming up soon and Kyoujurou wanted to do something fun before all the stress would settle in from piles of homework assignments and study guides. He suggested that the both of them should go to the amusement park and [name] was more than delighted to go, but there was a small issue with this. She didn't know if it was a date or just them simply hanging out. He just brought it up so casually when they had just finished a round of Super Smash Bros. and [name] was trying her hardest not to be a flustered mess about it.

"Just ask him." Shinobu's usual singsong voice was now monotonous. She had had enough of [name]'s shit to say the least. Always inquiring about Kyoujurou since Shinobu and him had been in the same graduating high school class and friend group. Not to mention mid terms were coming up and pre-med was no joke.

[Name] visibly sulked at her friend's tone. She didn't like being a nuisance to Shinobu, even though it wasn't hard to irate her nerves, but this time she seriously needed help and Shinobu was being nothing less than unpleasant.

"Shinobuuuu," [Name] whined. "This is a big deal for me. Please give me advice and I won't bring it up ever again."

The ravenette's eyes darted to the [h/c] pleading gaze, and it was enough to make to [name] squeak. Shinobu let out a sigh before speaking.

"Fine," [name]'s expression brightened, but Shinobu's finger pressing into her forehead made it falter a little. "but you don't need to stop talking about him. Just do it a lot less. I need to focus on exams."

[Name] cheered in triumph and fist pumped into the air, which in turn made Shinobu laugh. She wanted to be there for [name] in anyway she could, just within some restrictions and limitations. Shinobu's face suddenly went gravely serious.

"So here's the game plan."

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[Name] took a deep breath before looking at her reflection. Her outfit was subtle yet cute. A simple blue top and beige skort to prevent panty reveals yet still have the illusion of wearing a skirt. Hair was pinned and pulled back abover her neckline since the sun would be beating down and she wanted to take every precaution to avoid any excessive sweating. Make up was light to circumvent it from melting off her face. Yes, [name] was over meticulous because she was resolute in this hang out/date to be absolutely perfect. And if Kyoujurou had decided to reject her than at least she'd look hot getting her heartbroken.

He had already left over an hour ago since he had to tutor a student in history at the tutoring center. A work study job that he picked up to help cover his tuition and endlessly spoke about when he got back to his dorm when you two were winding down from your day.

[Name] spritzed her best perfume to all her pulse points to extend the life of her scent as it hit her body. She threw it in her bag along with her make up just in case she needed to freshen up. One last look in the mirror and she was finally off to her date, er, hang-out thingy.

The autumn air was irregularly warm and humid. Well, not irregular for Okinawa at least. It was a sub tropical climate which meant mild winters and the moist summers were what [name] favored most about it here.

As she walked out of the dormitory and into the student parking lot, she was nearly blinded by the blond tresses sitting on the bench. Like quite, literally blinded. The sun was bouncing off his fiery hair more than usual and it was causing [name] to squint at him when she approached him. For some reason (she had an exact reason being that she looked super hot), [name] felt bold, and advanced toward Kyoujurou with hands concealing his vision. He visibly tensed and she couldn't help but feel a smile tug at her lips.

"Guess who."

His body now relaxing at the sound of her voice and she felt the apples of cheeks rise into a grin against the palm of her hands. "[name], you're finally here!"

She released her hands as he got up to face her and his jaw went a little aslack as he oggled at her profile. [Name] was stunning, indeed. His adam's apple bobbed up and down as he dryily swallowed. His hair that was now pulled back in a high ponytail let his bangs frame his face beautifully, swayed in the small gust momentarily. She could've sworn that he was blushing at her, but then again it was quite hot...

"You look--um, quite sharp!" He stammered. Kyoujurou mentally socked himself in the face. Sharp? That was the best he could come up with?

[Name]'s expression was now in a state of bemusement before she laughed melodically. To him it was a beautiful melody that he always tried to sway out of her with corny jokes and memes. "Well, thank you Kyoujurou. You look quite sharp, too!"

[Name] wanted to die. She looked sharp? Sharp?! No, she looked Hot! With a capital freaking "H".

Nonetheless, [name] shook it off. She was determined to make this flawless even if it was off to a rocky start. Thankfully the ride to the amusement car was starting to make up for it. The both of them jammed to the playlist they had put together earlier and discussed which rides they were excited about most.

"$50?!"

"You really don't read things thoroughly do you, [name]."

[Name] ignored his attempt at poking fun at her. It was always like this whenever she freakishly exclaimed about information that was news to her, but had been there for well however long the inital post had been there for and Kyoujurou had always made it a point to call her out for it.

"Well, I can't make you pay for it." She deadpanned. And she absolutely meant it. Kind of. Not really. It would mean that it would technically be a date, right? Right? A guy paying always meant that it was a date. [Name] mentally nodded at herself reassuring herself.

"Well, that's too bad." He inserted his card into the chip reader and thanked the attendant while grabbing his receipt.

[Name] bit back a smile as they walked side by side into the park. "Well, I'm going to pay you back."

He looked at her with an uncharacterstically sultry gaze. "No, you are not."

His voice demanding, dropped an octave and it sent a shiver up her spine. [Name] would be lying to herself if she said that it didn't make the her stomach knot up. Kyoujurou pulled out his phone pointed it towards her, trying to get a good angle and lighting.

"Now, give me a smile!" He beamed in his usual cheery tone. [Name] smiled posing her usual peace sign as he clicked away at his phone. Had she just imagined that?

The day seemed to slip past them as they took pictures with their phones and disposal camera they bought at the one of the stands for a whooping $25. Which was a total rip off, but then again bottled water was $5. The pair were laughing as they looked through the pictures they had taken throughout their trip.

"Oh, no. You are not keeping this one." She reached over to tap the trash can on his phone screen to get rid of the terrible photo that was her inhaling funnel cake. But before she could, Kyoujurou moved his screen away from her as he chuckled at [name] getting flustered. There was no way he'd let her get away with such a cute picture.

"I am definitely going to be framing this as soon as we get back." And that made [name]'s face inflame in embarrassment and shock. She was definitely, not going to let him do that.

"You delete that, right. Now!" She tried her best to extend her arms in every which way Kyoujurou was flexing his arms out but to avail. [Name] knew she wasn't going to get her hands on his phone, but she kept leaning over in an attempt to get an advantage on his long arms. That was until she clambered into his lap, face first into his crotch.

Kyoujurou froze and his breath hitched as he lowered his arm down and let unholy thoughts pass through his head but he quickly shook them off. "A-are you alright, [name]?"

Nope, now [name] was definitely going to die. She slowly rose out of his lap and plopped back into her seat, trying her best not to make the situation even more awkward. She shot him a smile in a strive to shake off the graceless action of diving face first into the crotch of her crush.

"I'm all good." She took a deep breath before looking up at the darkening sky. Kyoujurou couldn't tell what she was thinking, but it looked almost as if she was unfazed which he was very thankful for.

"Let's go on the ferris wheel before we leave!" That snapped him out of his thoughts. A grin now making its way back onto his face and a sound of approval emitted from his lips. "Let's do it!"

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[Name] snickered to herself as they entered the ferris wheel seating after letting several people ahead of them. It was all going according to plan, well, not the face planting into Kyoujurou’s lap. That was definitely not in the plan she and Shinobu had concocted.

“So, here the game plan.” Shinobu stated matter-o-factly. Her name were in a crouched position as if in a very important football team meeting. “You’re gonna look hot. Like I’m talking Jennifer’s Body hot. And then—“

”But i don’t have clothes like that.”

“Shut up. We’ll go shopping. And your make up has got to be perfect like I’m talking no melting off your face looking like the Corpse Bride. Oh, and you’re drowning yourself in sexy perfume every thirty minutes.”

”But I—“

”Speak out of line one more time and I’ll kick your ass.”

“Fine.”

“Back to what I was saying. You’re gonna take loads of pics start it off friendly and lighthearted and then bam! You get him on that ferris wheel and get your flirt on. End the night off with a kiss at the top of the ferris wheel.”

Shinobu was extremely gifted in giving pep talks and revving them up. Which was probably why she was captain of the cheer team at their university.

[Name] felt like she was a crazy high. She could practically run four miles nonstop with the attitude she had in that moment.

Shinobu and her high fived, one leg kicked up in to the air with the most triumphant looks on their faces. “We got this!”

She shook her head as if to shake away the thought.

”You, ok?”

She smiled at the slightly dampened Kyoujorou who’s cheek were tinted pink from the heat. Beads of sweat has slid down his temples, but that only seemed to add to his sex appeal.

”More than ok. I love ferris wheels. They’re so romantic.”

Those words left her lips and turned in a smile that was as sweet as candy. Kyoujurou’s heart leapt in his chest as he eyed her intently.

”You could say that.”

He done fucked up again. Kyoujurou wanted to kick his own ass at this point. Why was he so terrible at flirting? It made him look like he didn’t pick up any social cues at all. Which wasn’t entirely untrue. There were many times where Tengen would point out that a girl was being extremely flirtatious with him but it would simply go over his head. He would usually reject the notion claiming they were just being nice which in turn would lead to Tengen face palming. And he thought he was doing such a good job at the start.

The silence was deafening as they reached the top of the ride and it suddenly came to a jerking stop. The view was wondrous. The sun kissed at their faces and grazed the tops of trees and the peaks of roller coaster rides. Brightly colored lights flashed simultaneously down below, but [Name]’s stomach felt like it was caving in the longer she stared. Very romantic, indeed.

Her face must’ve looked a little green because Kyoujurou’s expression turned into a worried one. “You sure you’re okay, [name]? Have some water.”

She grabbed the bottle he handed to her and instead of water falling like she usually did, she pressed her lips against the same place his had been. Kyoujurou’s eyes widened in surprise as she absentmindedly guzzled his drink down and gave it back to him. His hands turning into fists as he flexed as hard he could to keep the warmth that was rising away from that region.

“Thanks.” She gasped. [Name] wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she leaned back against the seat. So much for her game plan. She sighed to herself as she collected her thoughts. What difference would it make if she just told him right now.

”Kyoujurou.” The name left her lips so effortlessly. He loved the way she said his name. He would think about it mostly in the shower, but more innocently before he went to sleep.

He raised his eyebrows fully attentive now. She turned to face him as she leaned forward. A different look on her face. Soft and flustered. “I like you, a lot.”

His body stiffened for a moment and a cool breeze swooped past their longing gazes. The sudden realization had dawned upon him that those words weren’t just make believe. She had really uttered them into existence. He hadn’t noticed how close her lips were to his until he felt her minty breath fan against his nose. He didn’t pull away.

[Name] closed the distance between their lips and Kyoujurou instinctively leaned in more as soon as they made contact. His hand cupped her cheek to deepen the kiss and she sighed in delight. A smile now etched on her face had now infected him and he pulled away to look at her. He caressed her cheek as she giggled and he gazed her puzzled.

”Did I do something wrong?” If he kissed her wrong he definitely wanted to know. One thing about Kyoujurou was that he was always open to constructive criticism. She shook her head. The content look on her face still evident.

”Not at all.” She leaned in once more. “I just didn’t expect you to be so frigid.”

She giggled again at his surprised, yet embarrassed mien. However, [name] stopped giggling when she saw the determined look on his face.

”Well, I can do better.” He suddenly captured her lips and she instantly melted at his hot touch. His hand loosely on her waist and she moaned a bit as their kisses turn into feverish open mouthed ones. His lips detached from hers as he felt the the ride coming back down. [Name] felt like her whole body was in flames and there Kyoujurou was sitting there as cool as a cucumber.

The ride shifted the shuttle as the two got up and his hands slipped in hers as he lead them out. She couldn’t believe the stunt he just pulled. Her fingers on her lips still feeling the ghost of his. He laughed heartily at her reddened face and that captured her attention.

”Don’t worry. We can continue that when we get back.”

[Name] was speechless, but somehow was even more flushed than before. Kyoujurou chuckled at her again as he pulled her in for a side hug as they headed back to his car. The smug look never left his face.

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larryfanficwriter98 · 3 years

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Chapter Seventeen

*Fake It Until You Make It Real*

Monday morning was thankfully uneventful. Harry woke them up with breakfast grinning brightly talking about having Maddison the entire week. Louis had to remind him that Maddison would be in tutoring on Tuesdays and Thursday which had him making a face. Then despite Harry really wanting to he did not drive them to Reception and work and instead kissed them both at the car before waving goodbye. When the final bell rang Louis headed over to Maddison’s pick-up area and was hugged immediately by the little excited girl.

“How was school?” Louis asked taking a hold of her hand as they hurried across the parking area to the car.

“It was fine. I got yellow carded because the new boy in my class kept throwing paper balls at me, so I threw it at his face and told him to stop.”

“Well did he get in trouble too?” Louis asked.

“Nope. The teacher said boys will be boys and I should learn to ignore it. I told her she should do her job and learn how to control the students in the classroom and make them behave in an orderly fashion.” Louis’ eyes widen as he definitely remembering saying something similar to a teacher that Maddison just happened to be near.

“And uh…where did you learn that from sweetie?” Louis asked.

“You. I heard you say it to Mister Marcus back in September.”

“Right. Yeah…I did say that didn’t I? Perfect.” Louis said as he pulled out of the parking space shaking his head, “Your dad had to pick up Freddie early today because he’s sick, so we have to run to the shops for medicine. I will buy you a candy if you promise to not tell your dad where you learned it from.”

“Three candies.”

“Two Candies.”

“Two candies and we get Nando’s for dinner.” Louis turned around and stared at her as he came to a stop to leave the school, “Well?”

“Deal. Two candies and Nando’s and you don’t tell your dad where you learned that.”

“Yes!” Louis drove the short trip to the shops, helped her out of the car, then led her all the way to the medicine aisle. Louis had to open his messages from Harry to find the symptoms Freddie had and the recommended medicines Harry cent because he was officially in doctor mode apparently in regular cold syrup wasn’t good enough. It took well over ten minutes and a few too many curse words and one or two complaints about Harry’s doctor language until Maddison found it and handed it to him.

(Now for these next few lines that Louis says y’all gotta read them in a very thick Louis accent like it doesn’t work any other way you’ve absolutely got to imagine the accent and the heaviness his accent forms on some of the words alright. Alright carry on.)

“Fifty pounds for a medicine pack for a child is he insane? What’s the difference between this one and that one?” Louis said exasperated as he grabbed his usual brand and looked at the ingredients, “Literally fucking nothing.”

“This is the kind Daddy always buys.” Maddie said pointing to the one Harry wanted.

“Your Daddy let his medical school go to his head. Come on I’m getting both. Let’s go pick out your candy bar.”

“Nuh-uh LouLou you said Candy never said candy bar.” Louis stopped walking and looked at the smug little girl in shock, “You should also call Daddy and tell him we’re getting Nando’s tonight. Actually, it’s okay I’ll tell him when we go home.” Louis’ jaw dropped at he followed Maddison to the candy aisle.

“You fucking little shit. You played me.”

“I know.” Louis watched as Maddison looked through the candy picking out a bag of chocolate Aero’s and a Cadbury chocolate bar. (alright you’re good you can continue reading it however you like)

“How about you pick something out for your daddy too? We can surprise him and when Freddie feels better, he’ll have candy waiting for him.”

“Okay.” She looked really concentrated as she looked at all the choices while he grabbed another bag of Aero’s for Freddie. Louis was about to ask her if she needed help picking something when he was interrupted.

“Louis?” Louis turned confused when he saw the familiar man walking up to them until he realized.

“Charlie hi.” Louis said shifting slightly, “What are you doing here in Manchester?”

“I don’t live here I’m just getting snacks.”

“Fun. Maddison have you picked something out for your father?”

“Um…Yes.” She said shyly stepping up and handing him a Galaxy raspberry chocolate bar, “Daddy doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, but he likes those. We share them all the time.”

“Perfect.”

“I thought we- you had a boy?”

“I do. This my fiancé’s daughter, Maddison.”

“You’re engaged?”

“I am. If that is all, I need to get home. Come on Maddison.”

“Actually, can we talk one day?” Despite really really wanting to tell him to fuck off he had already promised himself and infant Freddie that he would never be that parent so with a sigh he nodded.

“Yeah sure. Just um…” Louis faltered he absolutely did not want to give this man his phone at all.

“Here just put your number in my phone.” Louis pressed his lips together as he took the offered phone and typed in his number making it into a contact, “Thanks.”

“Yeah. Come on Maddison.” Maddison was quiet as they headed to the register, “You okay sweetie?”

“Yeah. Thank you LouLou.” She said as she took the offered bag after Louis paid for everything.

“You’re welcome Sweetie.” The car ride was quiet and maybe it was just Louis, but it felt weird. When they did get home, Maddie grabbed her bags and the shops bag then headed inside with Louis, “Maddie is something wrong?” Louis asked setting his bags down by the front door while they took their shoes off.

“I thought you were different.” Maddison mumbled before she ran upstairs leaving Louis confused as Harry came downstairs then the door slammed closed.

“Well alright not the warm welcome I was hoping for. What was that about?” Harry asked.

“I have no idea. I literally bought her candy.” Harry chuckled as he looked back up the stairs, “Seriously we were having a good time then the last few minutes has been really quiet and just now she told me she thought that I was different then ran upstairs.”

“Different from who?”

“I have not a clue. It is too soon to blame hormones?”

“Just a tad too early. Want me to try to talk to her?”

“I don’t know I just- I didn’t do anything. I took her to my car, we went to the shops, I complained about your medicine choice, we went to the candy aisle, then I saw – I know what it is. I ran into Freddie’s biological father, Charlie and he asked if we could talk. I already told you that if he ever asked, I wouldn’t say no because well obviously anyway he gave me his phone and I put my number in it. We didn’t share more than a few words to each other, and I told him I was engaged and that she was my fiancé’s daughter so in my head it was perfectly clear I was taken.”

“But her mother is who she is so to Maddie you giving the guy your number was like her mother.” Harry said making Louis nod, “Does he want to be a permanent fixture in his life?”

“I don’t know I didn’t ask I figured I’d talk to him first and find out what I should tell Freddie. If he just wants to see him once a year, I probably won’t tell him until he’s older and can understand it better, but if it’s going to be a regular occurrence then Freddie will obviously know everything. Honestly, I don’t think he is much of a father type so I’m not expecting anything long term.” As he spoke his phone dinged, “Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” Louis mumbled as he grabbed his phone and looked at it.

“From him?”

“Yeah, he says ‘’Hi this is Charlie. Just wanted to clear some things up. I am not planning on anything permanent I think I just want to meet him even if it’s just as an old friend of yours. Rather not confuse the lad if he is already use to your fiancé being his dad. Thanks again. Bye.”.”

“Well least he’s civil and honest.”

“Yeah, he’s always been the blunt type. Even when we were dating if we spoke about kids, he always said one and done if any at all. Of course, that conversation didn’t start until further along in our relationship, so I was already gone for him by the time that came up I was willing to overlook it. Why are teenagers so stupid?”

“Because we think we’re adults when we’re not.” Louis chuckled nodding.

“I’ll go talk to her and clear that up before she-“

“Daddy.” They turned to see Maddison coming down the stairs with the shopping bag and her arms folded over her chest.

“Yes princess?”

“Louis is cheating on you.”

“Sweetie I’m not cheating on Harry.”

“Yes, you are I saw it and mommy told me not to tell Daniel when she cheats but I’m telling on you to my daddy. Daddy Louis gave some man his number.”

“I know he did. Come sit down.” Harty said taking Maddie’s hand and leading her to the sofa where they sat beside her on opposite sides, “You know Freddie isn’t my biological son right?”

“Yeah, he’s Louis’.”

“Right well I carried Freddie, I gave birth to him for that to have happened I needed to be with a man unlike your dad who was with your mom.”

“Okay.”

“I got pregnant by the man you saw today, he left when Freddie was a baby however, so Freddie doesn’t know anything about him except that he exists, and his name is Charlie. He asked me if we could meet up so he could see Freddie.”

“But he doesn’t get to. Daddy is Freddie’s dad now, right?”

“Well in a way yes, but Charlie is still Freddie’s dad too.” Louis said looking over at Harry.

“Maddie you’re still a bit too young to fully understand everything for this situation, but I promise you Louis isn’t cheating on me.”

“Nor will I ever cheat on him. Your dad and I are combining a family together and I know your mother and Daniel isn’t the best role model for how that goes, but I promise you I will never cheat on him. No one is worth breaking up a family for.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and I’m sorry you thought otherwise.”

“And you won’t cheat on him right daddy?” She asked looking at Harry who grinned shaking his head glancing over at Louis.

“Never. Like Louis said we are making a family and one day we will build this family with babies. You’ll get a baby brother or baby sister hopefully in about two years.” Her eyes widen as she grinned.

“Really?!”

“Not anytime soon, but definitely one day.”

“Okay I’m sorry LouLou.”

“You don’t need to apologize, but next time how about to talk to me first alright? I promise there will always be an explanation for something even if it’s one you don’t understand or like.”

“Okay. I promise. I took my candy out just in case you took the bag from me.”

“Oh well one I would never take something from you like that and um thanks for the bag back. You have homework though so before you head off to play how about you go get your bag and bring it back down here so we can do that.”

“I hate homework.”

“It gets worse the more you age. Go on.” Maddie pouted but stood up and slowly dragged herself up the stairs.

“Well glad that has been cleared, however I see a uh galaxy bar in there?”

“Oh, do you? I don’t know if you’ve earned it actually. You were ready to feed me to the wolf.” Louis said holding the bag out of Harry’s reach for all of five seconds before Harry had him pinned underneath him.

“Now unless you want me to go tell my daughter that we need like…thirty minutes. I’d suggest you give that to me.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“I am, aren’t I. Well, it could be worse.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Hey Maddie?! How about you go play for an hour before we start your homework! Louis need a bit of a nap!” Harry shouted.

“Okay Daddy!” Louis’ jaw dropped as Harry grinned at him wiggling his eyebrows.

“Absolutely not. No. Get your greedy hands off of me Styles.” Louis said slapping Harry’s hands away from him as he ran off.

“Come on we only got an hour Louis.” Harry whined before he grabbed Louis’ waist and carried him upstairs and into their bedroom closing and locking their door as he pressed Louis against it.

“You’re a fucking dick.” Louis said even if his hand involuntarily started pulling at Harry’s shirt. What happened next was obviously not Louis’ fault at all it was entirely Harry’s and Louis was completely innocent. Really it was completely Harry’s fault that Harry’s shirt was pulled off of his body and entirely Harry’s fault Louis pushed him towards the bed and straddled his thighs when he sat down.

“Wait what about Freddie?”

“He’s napping come on I promise I won’t make you cum more than once. Doctor’s honor.”

“You’re an idiot.” Louis, “We are very irresponsible parents. We really shouldn’t-“

“Who is going to know we are having sex with one child napping and one playing downstairs in her playroom completely distracted? Are you going to go online and tell everyone what we are doing? No? Then stop thinking and just let me have my wicked way with you.”

“Like I said…an idiot.” Louis said before he was kissing Harry, pulling his hair back as he pushed him onto the bed rolling his hips down to meet him, “We seriously had sex two days ago.”

“Honeymoon phase.” Harry said as his hands pulled at Louis’ pants, “Wait you know what that means?” Harry asked grinning up at him.

“Oh god what?”

“This honeymoon phase and the real honeymoon phase is going to be back-to-back.”

“I’m going to need a break somewhere in these phases.”

“You get like eight hours of a break at night and another eight for work and a few more before bedtime. I think you’ll be fine.”

“I disagree I think like every three times should be like a five-day break for me ass.”

“Then you can fuck me. See compromise.”

“Insatiable.” Louis said shaking his head as he cupped pressed a kiss to Harry’s lip, “You are insatiable.”

#Larry Stylinson #larries #larry shippers #larry fanfiction #larry stylinson fanfiction #larryfanfic #larry fic #fake marriage #larry fake marraige au #nonfamous au #parents au #Wattpad #archive of our own #larry smut #New Chapter

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wild-aloof-rebel · 4 years

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How do you think David and Patrick would deal with the pandemic actually all of Schitt's creek.

there are lots of great thoughts about that over in my #headcanon tuesdays tag, which was a collaborative effort that started with discussion of what they’d be getting up to in quarantine (we eventually moved away from that, but the early posts def focus more on that).

generally though, i think that david and patrick’s life wouldn’t be terribly different from normal though, other than obviously being more cautious about distance, etc. the store would most likely be considered an essential service, so they really have just been working like usual all along, though probably switching to some kind of curbside pick-up service rather than letting people wander the shop, at least initially. their online orders are also keeping them very busy, and they hire on a few local teens who lost their jobs at unessential businesses to give them some part-time help packing orders. they def have partnered with their vendors to provide masks and a local distillery to provide hand sanitizer. they’re well-settled in at the house, being a year and a half into their marriage before quarantine starts, so they definitely have stevie over, and maybe even the brewers down for a day trip a few times, for some socially-distanced get-togethers in their backyard. they make good use of the grill they bought themselves for their anniversary, and plan over-the-top, at-home date nights, and try their hand at learning to be better cooks, and just generally do their best--now that there’s no baseball, no going out on weekends, no dinners at the cafe, no trips to visit their families--to make the most of all this unexpected alone time they’ve been given.

stevie is in sc a lot more, with way more zoom meetings with ruth and johnny and their investors now. progress is still continuing on the rosebud expansion because the renovations aren’t really something put on hold by the pandemic, though they do put off starting anything new until things are over. on the rare occasions that any of them do still need to physically travel to a location, johnny handles the u.s. locations and stevie the canadian ones, since the border is closed.

season 2 of the sunrise bay reboot managed to wrap up right before quarantine started, so moira is doing lots of online promo for that. alexis also gets her at-home gigs doing audiobook recording and voiceover work as the villain in a popular video game series.

alexis spends a lot of time teaching clients how to use instagram and twitter now that everyone is stuck at home all the time and thinks they need to find new ways to build their brand. it’s frustrating most days, but she loves it anyway.

roland does a great job of making sure that everyone in town stays safe and healthy, advocating to the county for resources when they need it and making sure all the residents are taking distancing and mask requirements seriously. jocelyn organizes grocery delivery for elderly and immunocompromised residents and virtual tutoring for students who need extra help with their online classes.

ray somehow starts 3 more businesses during the pandemic, and all of them are thriving.

ronnie builds more decks and patios and enclosed porch additions than she’s ever built in her life, now that everyone is spending all their time at home. she’s already planning a trip for when everything is over for her and her girlfriend to spend a week somewhere without a single backyard in sight.

jake takes his whiskey nights virtual, and everyone still has a great time.

the cafe is busier than ever, and twyla loves how it’s become even more of a central hub for the town. most people aren’t travelling over to elmdale for takeout, so the cafe is the only option in town for nights when you don’t want to cook. and once they’re allowed to have dining on the premises again, she converts the parking lot into outdoor patio seating, with string lights and potted plants and outdoor speakers playing old standards, and it becomes the hottest date night spot in the county for the simple, homey feel and twyla’s ever-present hospitality.

#schitt's creek #schitts creek #i know it's monday but i'm gonna tag this anyway as #headcanon tuesdays #i'll reblog it tomorrow to make it count lololol #rebel writes #angelfireeast #replies

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mhdiaries · 4 years

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Wave 3 Toralei Stripe Diary

July. Two. Five.

Ooh they’re telling math jokes now...

Q: What do you get if you divide the circumference of a jack-o-lantern by its diameter?

A: Pumpkin Pi!

The math geeks I’m stuck on this bus with think that this is funny. So funny in fact, that the harpy sitting in front of me shoots milk out of her nose when she hears the punch line. I don’t think it’s funny at all. I’d rather be listening to the music I have stored on my iCoffin but two hours into our five-hour ride home my iCoffin gave up the ghost. It should have lasted the whole trip and then some except that one of my math camp roomies “accidentally” unplugged my iCoffin charger last night when she plugged in her fright light. I don’t even know why a ghost needs a fright light. What? Was she afraid she would trip over something and go “bump in the night?” I realized what happened when we woke up this morning but we had to leave first thing so I didn’t have time to put a full charge on it. At least I got enough battery life to block out the two hours dedicated to the singing of “X Number Bottles of Ghoul Juice on the Wall.” To add to the misery the seats on this bus only have room for two monsters and Meowlody and Purrsephone are of course sitting together which left me stuck in a seat next to a troll named Teala who had never been away from her bridge for more than a day until she came to math camp.She cried herself to sleep every night. Not that any other monster but me noticed but then again I notice everything. I also noticed Teala wasn’t laughing at any of the math jokes either. In fact she seemed to be more miserable than I was. Well now, here I was thinking she was missing her bridge but if that were the case why didn’t she seem excited about going home? “Dish,” I said. She turned and looked at me for a moment and then stared back ahead. “Okay - suit yourself then,” I said and then tried to curl up in the seat to take a cat nap which I had almost accomplished when she said; “My boy-fiend broke up with me...by text...the first night of math camp.” She still wasn’t looking at me but she wasn’t crying either. “He was my first real boyfriend and...and I don’t know why I’m telling you ‘cause you don’t seem to care about any monster besides yourself and you’ll probably figure out a way to use this to make me even more miserable.” I didn’t show it, but that really hurt. Just because I enjoy the chaos that a good practical joke brings doesn’t mean that I’m intentionally cruel does it? I don’t think it does and besides; where’s the fun of kicking some monster when they’re already down? It’s a lot more fun to see the surprise on a monster’s face when they think they’ve got it all together and you can “help them” see that they don’t. So I said, “Guess you better tell me the whole story then so I can do a thorough job.” That actually brought a ghost of a smile to her face. Teala told me that her ex boy-fiend was applying to colleges and that he decided he needed to keep his “options open” in case he might meet his “intellectual equal” at school. At first I didn’t believe he actually wrote that and then she showed me the text. “Does he really think he’s that smart,” I asked. She kind of shrugged and said, “He’s scary smart but not as good at math as I am, especially withy differential equations.” She told me he really wanted to get into this one school because his favorite mad scientist taught there. I’d never heard of the school but I knew who the mad scientist was because Mr. Hack made use watch a bunch of his videos in class. The videos were deadly boring but the mad scientist had this odd accent and strange speech pattern. I used to mimic his voice in class to make Mr. Hack jump. I’d wait until Mr. Hack’s back was turned and then scream, “Huhhacckkk - theeese stuuudannts reeelease youuu wuh-ill ah-yuat wa-unce!” It cost me several days in detention and a trip to Headless Headmistress Bloodgood’s office the last time I mimicked the mad scientist but even Mr. Hack admitted he couldn’t tell the difference between the scientist’s voice and my imitation of it. We talked about a few more things and then Teala finally fell asleep. I was able to finally fall asleep as well but not before having to hear another math joke followed by an explosion of milk from the seat in front of me.

July. Two. Eight.

I went to MH today to pick up some pictures I left in the FearBook office. When I was done I went up to the belfry. It’s a good place to keep an eye on things without other eyes watching you. It’s also a good place to take a nap. Usually the hunchback who rings the bells...the bells...works up there but he was on summer vacation in France or somewhere so I had the place to myself; until Spectra came floating through that is. She thinks that she’s very stealthy but it’s almost impossible to sneak up on me and I heard the rattle of her chains long before she actually appeared. I pretended to be asleep for a moment then with my eyes still closed I said, “What do you want Spectra?” “Oh, hello Toralei. Did you hear the news?” Most monsters don’t trust anything they hear from Spectra. I know better. There’s always an element of truth in her “news”. You just need to know how to listen. Here’s an example; Spectra told me she heard that Nefera is moving back to town and will be taking over for Ms. Kindergruber in Home Ick. Not only that but Ms. Kindergruber is also going to quit teaching to become a roadie for her favorite rock and roll band. Now as much fun as it is to imagine Ms. K. climbing stacks of amps while wearing a sleeveless leather vest, bandana and steel toed boots it’s not going to happen. Although when compared to the thought of Nefera actually “lowering herself” to teach, it’s practically a done deal Ms K will be hitting the road. I’m pretty sure out of that confusing jumble of information the one true fact is that Nefera is moving back to town and probably sooner rather than later...now there’s a monster who enjoys kicking some body when it’s down.

July. Three. Zero.

Got an email today from Teala, the troll girl I sat with on the ride home from math camp. Apparently her ex boy-fiend told her that he got a call from the mad scientist he wanted to study under. The scientist told her ex that his test scores indicated a “skuhh-ill weeeakness in diffuhh-wrenntial eeeequay-shunns” and that her ex should find some monster that was intellectually superior and “geeet sah-ummm tuutorr-ing”. Her ex was certain it was the professor since “no monster could fake that voice.” He also apologized to Teala for being an arrogant jerk and asked if she would tutor him in differential equations. Teala told him that she would have to check her schedule. Sometimes it is just purrrecious the way things work out for the beast.

August. One. Three.

I bought a ball of dragon thread today for Sweet Fangs. It’s just about the only material that’s strong enough to survive more than one play session with her. I don’t know what I’m going to do when Sweet Fangs gets bigger because I’m probably going to need the whole dragon and I’m not sure mom and dad are gong to be good with that.

August. Two. Five.

M&P came over today. They’re like my sisters and I can’t imagine how boring unlife would be without them. We do just about everything together and some monsters even think we’re related but we’re not. Not that it matters since we don’t really care what other monsters think anyway. We are who we are and any monster or monsters that want to try and herd us better get ready for a long miserable day. Today we weren’t worried about being herded, today was a brainstorm session. Our mission, repay Cleo de Nile and her minions for not only ruining our perfectly planned graduation prank but also for taking away part of our valuable summer vacation by “arranging” our trip to math camp. Knowing that it was Cleo who got the better of us is almost as irritating as being wet or having my fur stroked the wrong way. I can’t believe that I actually helped her when she first wanted to be a part of the Fear Squad. Cleo didn’t even know how to do a cartwheel, much less a round off. So I took her under my claw and taught her everything I knew and since I’d been doing gymnastics from the time I was a kitten I knew a lot. I finally got Cleo to the point where she started to “get it” and instead of being a liability she started contributing. I figured that for all my hard work and leadership Nefera would make me the Fear Squad captain when she graduated. Only she didn’t - she passed it onto Cleo. I can still remember what Nefera said to me when I confronted her about it. “I didn’t want Cleo to succeed - I wanted her to be humiliated but since you helped her, you get to deal with the consequences.” Then Cleo acted as if she deserved to be the captain and that she automatically knew everything there was to know about leading the Fear Squad. She should have showed some humility and stepped aside. She didn’t so now it’s up to me to teach her some new lessons and I can’t wait for class to be back in session.

August. Three. One.

There’s a meteor shower tonight, which will give us the purrrfect opportunity to practice the three D’s. Divert. Design. Demure. First I divert attention away from myself - although tonight the meteor shower should do that for me, next I design a “surprise” for my intended victim student and then after the unexpected happens I demure - “Oh my, what happened here?” More later...

Ended up scraping the three D’s tonight, mostly because the meteor shower diverted me. I was supposed to meet M&P at this coffee shop down close to the beach - it’s the only time I go to the beach since sand + water + fur = unhappy werecat - but they were late so I grabbed a catnipuccino and waited. The owner turned down the lights of the shop so it was almost dark and then the sky was falling. The ghouls showed up just as somewhere down the beach a monster started playing guitar and I said, “Just because we’ve got nine lives doesn’t mean we need to rush through this one.” And we didn’t.

#monster high #monster high diary #toralei stripe #text post #wave 3

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kaweeella · 3 years

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To Be The Best Me

Name still a work in progress.

Chapter 2- The Legality Is Questionable, So Don’t Ask Questions

Place your bets for Tsuzuru’s pokemon now, folks.

~~~

At the end of the day Izumi closes the book she was teaching from.

“I think today was pretty productive.”

“Yeah!” Sakuya puts his notes into his bag, his eevee yipping in agreement.

Izumi realizes something.

“What is it?” Sakuya notices the look on her face.

“Well, I wasn’t planning on staying here very long…” She admits. “I don’t have a place to stay.” And plane tickets are hell to cancel.

“Don’t worry! The school has a dorm!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s kinda small,” To be expected, there’s only one classroom and only so many people can be legally taught in one room. It’s a fire hazard. “Mr. Matsukawa said that there’s a room specifically for the head teacher, which I guess would be you.” Considering she’s the only teacher? Yeah, probably.

“Alright, lead the way.”

They arrive at the dorms. In the common area Isuke is doing paperwork. He gives them a smile and wave.

“Ms. Tachibana,” Sakuya starts. “If you were only planning to stay a little while, why’d you bring so much stuff?”

“I don’t know, I thought maybe I could go sight seeing for a while before heading home. Plus I’m a cautious packer.” She then also realizes there are things she’s going to need to grab from her house. She wouldn’t be canceling the flight yet, and one ways are cheaper. Before any of that, though, she needs to find a substitute. Maybe it’s the fact that the school was on the brink of demolition when under his care, but Isuke doesn’t seem like the best choice.

“Alright, tomorrow we’ll be looking for more students and teachers.” Pokemon training isn’t required education, and the building looks a little worse for wear, so it’s understandable that people wouldn’t be jumping at the opportunity to sign their kids up.

“Why?”

“Sakuya, this can’t be a school with only one student and teacher. That’s just a tutoring session.” And she promised a full functioning school.

“Okay, it was getting a little lonely here.”

“What am I? Chopped liver?”

“Matsukawa, he needs to socialize with other kids his age.”

Their talk is interrupted with the sound of a gurgling stomach.

“Sorry…” Sakuya mumbles.

“I suppose that’s my cue to start dinner.” Isuke gets up and heads to the kitchen.

Izumi can see the light in Sakuya’s eyes die a little.

When Isuke is done, Izumi stares in horror at the plate in front of her. It hardly looks edible. But looks aren’t everything, right? Maybe it tastes better than it looks.

No, it’s just as bad as she feared.

“Alright, I’m cooking.” She grabs up the food and takes it to the kitchen. She can work with this. She’s worked with worse.

She quickly whips up some curry using the food and some stuff she can find in the kitchen.

“Here it is!” She says, putting the pot on the table.

“This is really good!” Sakuya says.

“How did you prepare this so fast? Did you use roux?”

Izumi laughs, but stops when she sees she’s the only one. “Oh my god you’re serious. You can’t make good curry with that store bought stuff. I didn’t see any in the kitchen, but if you have bought them, I’m throwing them away.”

“Right, of course.”

When they’re done eating Sakuya shows her her room. He and Isuke also help bring up her suitcase.

She lets out spinda and pachirisu to get used to their new home while she unpacks.

“So how do you guys think we’ll attract students?”

Pachirisu shuffles and a pink heart appears.

“No, Patch, not like that…”

“Spi spin!” Spinda calls, stumbling around.

She thinks. “Maybe I could use the advertisement as a lesson, as well.”

The next day she takes Sakuya out to a public battle area.

“Alright Sakuya. Today will be your first battle!”

“Really?”

“Yep. I’ll only be using spinda, so don’t worry about that.”

They get into proper position, Izumi lets pachirisu watch nearby.

“Alright Sakuya, give it your all!”

“Right!”

“Spinda use tackle!”

Spinda lunges towards eevee, almost missing, knocking him back.

“Eevee! Use covet!”

Eevee runs towards spinda and swipes at her.

“Good job, Sakuya!”

“Thanks!”

“Now, spinda use copycat!”

Spinda stumbles forward and slashes at eevee in a similar manner.

“What’s that?”

“Copycat allows the pokemon to use the move the opponent used just before it.”

“Cool! Eevee, use sand attack!”

He kicks up sand as the wind picks up, sending it at spinda.

“You know what to do!”

Spinda lunges forwards to tackle, but misses.

“Tackle!”

Eevee hits the spinda and she stumbles. The spinda pushes back, hitting eevee.

“Woah, you didn’t even tell her to do that!”

Izumi looks away and rubs the back of her neck. “Yeah, it’s not all that impressive.” She only knows two moves.

“Sand attack!”

Eevee kicks up dirt and spinda tackles him. After some back and forth, Sakuya comes out victorious.

“Congrats on winning your first battle!”

“Thank you!”

She hands him some money.

“What’s this for?”

“It’s customary for the loser to give money to the victor.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“No, you earned it.”

“Ah, thank you.” He sheepishly takes it.

They turn to grab their stuff when Izumi notices they drew someone’s attention.

“Hey! Are you interested in joining our trainer school?”

“Do you work there?”

“Yep! I’m the main teacher.”

“Okay.”

“Good to meet you, I’m Izumi Tachibana.”

“Masumi Usui. I love you.”

Izumi lets out an awkward laugh. “What?”

“Oh hey Masumi!” Sakuya runs over.

“You know him?”

“Yeah, we went to the same school before. He’s a year behind me.”

“So Masumi, do you have your own pokemon?”

“No…”

“That’s alright, I’ll help you catch one!” Masumi perks up. Well this’ll be an experience. “You saw spinda, and this is pachirisu.” The little squirrel climbs up to get a good look at him. He grabs him and holds him out.

“Ah, be careful-” Before she can let out a proper warning, pachirisu discharges, causing Masumi to throw him.

The three of them run after him.

“Hashiru!” They hear someone yell. Suddenly patchiru is grabbed out of the air by a machamp.

“Thank you so much.” Izumi takes back pachirisu, who skitters onto her shoulder.

“No problem.” The man smiles.

“Sorry…” Masumi says.

“No, I should be the one apologizing. It’s not your fault.”

“Machamps are pokemon that evolve through trade, right?” Sakuya asks.

“Yeah, I got him from my brother to help around the house.”

“You have a machamp… just to do house chores?” Izumi looks at him.

“Well it’s good to have an extra pair of hands or two, but we also play soccer.”

A machamp… to play soccer…

“We met him when he was a machop and when he saw us playing he wanted to play too. He’s really gentle. I also have a leavanny but I leave her at home.”

“You see, leavanny makes sense to take care of kids.” She thinks for a moment. “So you’ve had these guys for a long time, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Would you like to teach at my school?”

“W… what?”

“Do you wanna teach at my school? We have some rooms if you wanna use one. Free meals.”

“I don’t have any experience.”

“That’s fine! You seem to know a lot, and I’m gonna be heading out in a little while and I’ll need someone to watch the class. You don’t need teaching experience to be a sub.”

“I guess… sure. Can I meet the class?”

She steps to the side. Sakuya is smiling and Masumi is glaring at him. “Here they are.”

The man thinks for a moment. “I’m not sure what I was expecting from someone willing to hire a stranger off the street.”

“Izumi Tachibana! I hope you enjoy working with us!”

“Tsuzuru Minagi.”

“Alright. I was just planning on heading back, and I need to show Masumi around, wanna come with?”

“Yeah, alright.”

“Oh, I should mention,” She turns to Masumi. “If you wanna stay in the dorm you’re gonna need permission from your parents.”

“You do?” Sakuya asks.

“Yes…” She looks at him. “Sakuya, please tell me you got permission to stay in the dorm.”

…

“Oh my god this has been a kidnapping.”

“It’s not kidnapping if I-”

“How old are you?”

“17.”

“It’s a kidnapping, Sakuya. We’re getting permission for you.”

“How do you not know this?” Tsuzuru asks.

“I only started working there yesterday!”

“And you’re allowed to hire people?”

“You should’ve seen how I got hired. Not important right now. Come on, we’re going back to the dorms and calling your parents.”

“I’ll give you my guardians number.”

“You probably won’t get an answer.”

When they get back to the dorm, Izumi nearly knocks the door off its hinges.

“You didn’t contact his guardians?!”

“Ah!” He jumps.

“Matsukawa that’s a crime! Why didn’t you?”

“He told me not to worry about it!”

“Oh yeah, that’d hold up in court!” She grabs the phone and starts to dial. “Hello, am I speaking to the guardians of Sakuya Sakuma?”

The person on the other end sighs. “Yes. What about him?”

“I’m a part of the Mankai pokemon school, I was wondering if it’s okay if he stays in our care, we have a dorm-”

“Yes. Keep him.”

“Okay, have a good day.” She hangs up. “Alright Sakuya, you’re good to stay.”

He gives a small smile and a thumbs up.

She dials the number Masumi gave her. They don’t pick up.

“Hello, I am Izumi Tachibana, the head teacher at Mankai pokemon school. Your son, Masumi, wants to join our school and stay at our dorms. I need your permission for it, so call back when you can!” She leaves a message.

“I told you he wouldn’t pick up…”

“Regardless, I still needed to ask him. At least now he knows and can call back.”

“So who’re they?”

“This is Masumi, our newest student, and Tsuzuru, our newest teacher.”

“Good to meet you.” Tsuzuru says.

Masumi just looks at him.

“So now let’s start the tour!” She starts to show them around before pausing. “Matsukawa, start the tour!”

“What? Why me?”

“Because I just got here yesterday. You know the place better than I do.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

#a3!#a3! sakuya #a3! masumi #a3! tsuzuru #a3! act! addict! actors!#act addict actors #act addict actors au #pokemon au #a3! fanfic

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paodequeijofeliz-blog · 4 years

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I would do it all again

Ride or Die Fanfiction (characters and main story belongs to Pixelberry Studios).

Pairing: Mona and MC (Annie)

Information: this takes place after the first book.

Summary: After what happened at the parking lot, each member of the crew tries to build a new life, following the “every man for himself” motto. But Annie doesn’t agree with that and tries to pull them back together, especially Mona, who she has been waiting for too many years.

Warnings: none. For now.

Part 2

I would do it all again - Part 1

Six years. It had been six years.

Don’t call me. Don’t write me. Don’t wait for me.

Mona’s voice was still very much alive in Annie’s head, even though she hadn’t listened to it in six fucking years.

Not for lack of trying, of course. She was too damn stubborn to follow Mona’s orders, no matter how hard the convict tried to force her into it. During the trial, Annie would always sit as close as possible, whispering comforting things such as “I’m with you”, “I’m still here, you know” or “Damn you’re lookin’ hot today”. The last one caught a smile from Mona, but the woman was still not answering or even glancing at her… Girlfriend? Annie didn’t know if they got to be that. It didn’t matter, though. It looked like the Lebanese was sticking to her ground. The last thing she said to Annie, after the sentence was decided, was “now you have to forget me”.

Of course, that wasn’t going to happen.

It took a while, but Annie finally found out where they moved Mona to. Muncy – she sighed, hands on the wheel for that very long drive. – Philly, really? Could it be any further?

That was the decision that altered her entire life. She was a smart girl, so smart, in fact, that managed to get into three different universities. Luckily, the University of Pennsylvania was one of them, so moving to Philadelphia wasn’t such a crazy plan anyway. Annie had to figure some things out: where to stay, where to work, how to do things… Eventually, it all settled and there she was, living on campus with four crazy roommates and a pretty good job tutoring high school kids.

Ever since day one, the girl tried really hard to break Mona’s resistance. She visited, called, wrote, sent gifts… But no answer came back. Every time Annie would go on visitation’s day, she had to sit and wait for nothing. Mona never came through the door. Never picked up the phone either, no matter how insistent her trying was. People there soon got familiar with Annie’s face, the naïve young woman the new inmate was ignoring. Guards didn’t like her, but she got to be friends with someone else from the inside: Dominick Ferreira, an Argentine art teacher who had a small project teaching painting and sculping to the inmates. Guards didn’t like him either. They soon became friends, talking about TV Shows while Annie waited for long hours in the empty room.

Six years. Mona never gave up on her attitude.

But the girl knew, nonetheless, that the feeling was still there. She knew the letters were being read, at least. The first four years flew by, and Annie graduated in History and started to work as a teacher at a school nearby the campus.

Until she received terrible news.

“I’m really sorry, Ann…” Dominick put a hand on her shoulder, both alone in the prison’s waiting room. After four years confiding on each other, she felt comfortable enough to hug and sob on his arms. He was around the same age of her father. Well… past father. “Is there anything I can do to help? Do you want me to arrange things for the funeral?”

“No, I need to do that on my own. Thanks. I just…” - she sniffed, cleaning her face for the tenth time that day. – “I just… God, she’s so stubborn! Toby accepts my calls, Ximena writes me every month, but Mona… I just really wanted to talk to her. Once.”

“I can try asking one of the guards to help with that.”

“No, no. She would hate me then. I can’t force it.” – another sniff. – “Did she receive the magazine? And the letter?”

“Yeah, I made sure of it. Like always.” – Dom pinched Annie’s nose. She reminded his niece so much. “And I definitely saw her reading them.”

That’s the system Annie found. If Mona wasn’t going to see or talk to her, then she needed another entrance. Every week, the girl would bring a new edition of Motor Trend magazine and a letter for Dom to deliver, then patiently waited outside, hoping this time Mona would finally accept the visitation. The second part never happened, but the first one seemed to be working. After losing her father, she got even closer to the art teacher. He was the only one nice around there.

“I’ve got good news.” Dominick whispered one day, waiting for the other two officers to leave for coffee before saying anything else. “The FBI stepped in. Apparently, the material you guys gave them helped to bring down another big fish. Jason had a partner in NYPD doing the same thing. So, they had a hearing today and reconsidered Mona’s sentence. If she keeps the good behaviour, it’ll be reduced from fifteen to only eight years, which means she can be out on parole soon enough.”

“Tell me how it works.” Annie answered with a seriously committed look.

That’s how now, after six years apart from each other, she was sitting on the car hood, waiting for them to open the gates. Dominick explained every single rule of parole so many times, Annie probably knew it even better than the parole officer himself. She had a year to prepare things for the release, making sure every single detail was reviewed. But now, looking at that gorgeous tall woman carrying a bag and a scowl on her face, Annie felt like maybe the details wouldn’t matter.

What if she just doesn’t want anything to do with me?

There was only one way to find out.

“Hi, you.”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Picking you up, duh. You needed a ride.” Annie arched an eyebrow, capturing something in Mona’s face. A shadow of relief? Maybe.

The convict glanced at the car, a criticizing tone on her voice.

“What happened to your car? Does that thing even work?”

“I had to sell it. This one is old, but reliable. And his name’s Harold. Be nice.” She took the bag without waiting for permission, tossing it in the trunk before climbing into the driver’s seat. A grumpy Mona sat beside her, mumbling about how “Harold” was a stupid name for a car.

“Where are you going? Drop me at the station. It’s good enough.”

“You can’t leave the state.” She glanced briefly at Mona with the corner of her eyes, hands holding the wheel a little bit stronger.

Even though Annie was trying to focus on the road, she could feel the woman’s dark eyes studying her intensely. After a couple minutes in silence, the driver risked talking again. “We need to solve some stuff first.”

Mona didn’t answer. Her face was unreadable while watching Annie pull over in the parking lot of an old dinner in the middle of nowhere. The girl’s hands still holding the wheel so strongly, it seemed she was about to go on a race.

“Do you still like me?”

Not a single word. Not even a movement.

“Well?” Annie finally let her hands slide to her lap, frustrated by the silence. “It’s a yes or no question, Mon. It’s not that hard.”

“Yes.”

She searched for more hints on Mona’s face, but that was it. One word. No expression. Nothing else.

“Ok.” Annie bit her lower lip, insecure. “Ok then.”

The engine creaked at the turn of the key. The car had barely moved, crossing the road only to park again at an empty and dusty mechanic shop, with no living soul around. “Welcome to your new home, I guess”.

Mona finally had an expression on her face. A mix of confusion and shock, so startled that she only understood what was going on when saw Annie unlock and pull the gates up with a crowbar picked up from the corner. “Drive in!” she asked, signing to the convict with a shy smile.

“What the hell did you do…” Mona jumped on the driver’s seat, driving that old stubborn piece of trash into the shop.

Annie was still trying to lower the gate when heard Mona snap from the car.

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GODDAMN MIND? WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?”

“What?” she jumped again, still not catching the hoop with the crowbar.

“Oh, for god’s sake, gi’me that.” Mona took the crowbar and pulled the gate down with a single movement. When it hit the floor, both of her hands held Annie against it, one of each sider of the girl. That would’ve turned her on, if it wasn’t for the deadly dangerous look on the convict’s face. “Answers. Now.”

“I…” she lost track of it, the proximity making the knees tremble a little. “No one… I don’t… It’s not…”.

“Who’s the boss here?”

“Me?” Annie shook her head, confuse. “Mon, I don’t work for anyone. I mean, for the principal, maybe? I’m a teacher. You know that. You read my letters.”

“Who’s auto shop is this, then? Is it Colt’s? Did he drag you into this?”

The plug finally fell. Suddenly realizing what the snap was about, Annie chuckled. “You idiot, you do care about me, don’t you?”

That took Mona off guarded, but she didn’t retreat, arms still blocking the girl against the gate.

“There’s no boss, Mon. And I haven’t seen Colt ever since what happened that night. This is my auto shop. I bought it last year. We’ll… Ours if you decide to get on board.” Annie risked pulling her closer by the waist, so tempted to kiss that angry face. “There’s no danger here, I promise. We’re safe.”

Oh crap, thought Mona, seconds before throwing the crowbar away so she could dive her hands in Annie’s hair. The kiss that followed was so hungry and careless like it would never stop again. Their hands couldn’t stay still, both eager to remember each other’s curves and sensitive spots. Mona was doing the exact thing she promised herself not to. For six long years, she tried to ignore the visitations, calls, letters, everything that had Annie tagged along. It took all her strength to do it. Eventually, Mona gave in and started to read those damn letters, since it looked like they weren’t gonna stop coming anyway. That made waiting even worse, especially when the convict had decided to leave Annie’s life for good. She was convinced the girl deserved better…

“Look what you do to me.” Mona growled, holding Annie so close they could barely breath. She couldn’t leave. Now that Ann was finally trapped in her arms, there was no backing down. “I was gonna flee, you know?”

“Hate to spoil your plans, babe. But there’s an apartment upstairs waiting for you to settle in.”

Foreheads together, breathing slowly, both started to cool off bit by bit, but Mona’s grip was still tight around the girl’s waist. “I told you to forget me. To live your life. Damn it, Ann. I ignored you for six years, how could you still stick around?”

“Cause’ you were just being stubborn. I knew you were reading my letters.” Her smile was fragile while she was putting on a fight against tears. “And I did live my life. I graduated. Published my monography. Then finished the master’s degree and published the dissertation too. Got a good job. Made friends. Bought a place to live. I did all of it. Waiting for you didn’t stop me from living.”

“You wouldn’t be stuck in Philly if it wasn’t for me. Maybe by now you’d be married to a badass Harvard lawyer, living in Boston and adopting a bird.”

“I’m a cat and dog person.” She twitched her nose, laughing. “I hate lawyers too.”

Mona roller her eyes. “You know what I mean.”

Annie got serious suddenly. They needed to talk things through at some point.

“Okay. Listen. I did some changes in my life, yes. For you. But that was MY choice. So, you don’t get to be mad at me, alright? Or feel guilty. Any of it. And if you prefer to leave…” she hesitated, heart pounding at the idea of losing Mona again. “… you can always leave. I only wish you to stay if that’s what you really wanna do. Don’t fool me. Don’t lie. I deserve the truth, at least. We’re clear?”

“Yes.” Mona was serious too. There was a big struggle going on inside her, problems and emotions she lived in prison and that Annie wouldn’t understand. Couldn’t. “I won’t fool you. That much I can promise.”

“Good.” She slid away the embrace, pulling the woman by one of the wrists. “Let me show where you might live if you want to. And then you can decide what to do from here.”

“We.” Mona tangled their fingers together, a long sigh of relief escaping her lungs. “What we do from here.”

#mona x mc #ride or die #choices: stories you play #choices: ride or die #sorry I'm too soft to write ANGST #but there will be trouble eventually #with Toby and Ximena because they deserve the spotlight

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sarah-bae-maas · 4 years

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Rowaelin AU! chapter three

AU! where the valg wars never happened, but Rowan and Aelin still stumble upon each other anyway

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Ao3 Masterlist

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“I’m going to murder him.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I’ll wait until training is over; he’ll be at his most exhausted and he’ll never see it coming.”

“He will see it coming. Not that it matters, we don’t murder our friends.”

“Elide! He is not my friend!”

“He’s mine, I actually quite like him.”

“That’s because he hasn’t been kicking your ass every day for the last week.”

“Well get good enough that you can kick his ass back, problem solved.”

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Lorcan hadn’t explored much of the castle. He mostly kept to himself, a habit long engrained in him since childhood. Besides, he didn’t really feel like interacting with pointy nosed courtesans and their offspring. He walked around at night, but mostly to wayward taverns with wayward women, Rowan sulking at his side. The male was as annoying as ever, if not more so. Aelin always left him in a grump, and it was near insufferable. Oh no! How hard it must be on the poor baby to want one of the most powerful women to ever have lived! And for her to lust after him so badly any fae with have a brain cell could smell it! They were lucky Gavriel wasn’t here, or he’d have Rowan removed from court.

And where Rowan went, unfortunately Lorcan followed.

Lorcan took a rare moment to himself in the library. It was late at night, the clicking of cicadas a lullaby as he listened to them from the window. He had been eavesdropping on the princess and Gavriel’s son, but they were woefully boring. He had decided to stay once they left, kicking off his shoes and settling in next to a window so high and grand that all of Orynth was on display – much like the palaces you’d find in Doranelle. He didn’t want to read, he just wanted a break.

He was tired. So, so tired.

The sound of light footsteps interrupted him, and he stood up, readying himself to dodge them if need be. His ears pricked, and he walked until he could follow the sound, and the person, as they walked between aisles. He was as quiet as a shadow and peeked in the gap in the shelves to spy on his intruder.

It was a fair woman, probably in her mid-twenties, dark hair tied up messily on her head. She was wearing a red silk robe, half undone as she flurried through the shelves, a navy nightgown peeking through. He had on fur slippers, and she was scanning the shelves and picking up indiscernible titles. Lorcan had never seen her before, but she matched the description Rowan gave for the princess’s closet friend – Elide. This mightn’t be her, but it sure seemed like it.

Lorcan did know one thing as he watched her.

His heart, the moment he set eyes on her, started to beat erratically, and his soul begged to be near her. It was if a God had picked the string of his essence, and wrapped it around this woman, tying him to her. It was a feeling he’d never had before, and wouldn’t ever have again.

Lorcan knew that this woman, whoever she was, was his mate.

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Elide balked at the man in front of her, stunned by his proposition. There she had been, minding her own damn business, when out of nowhere some sentry had begged her to take him to bed with her. She was sure he meant to be seductive, but she was a bloody lady and would be treated as such.

She shooed him and his hair that was way too blonde away, watching him flee into the morning sun as she continued her walk to the market. Usually she did this every morning with Aelin, but her friend had been too preoccupied lately to come. Elide wasn’t mad, she understood that Aelin’s training was the priority, she was just lonely. She had Ren and Aedion, but both were so busy that she barely saw them either. She just had be content on her lonesome.

She wove through the streets until she made it to the market, where she started moseying along. Baffled by the interaction with the sentry, she let herself be distracted by things she wouldn’t normally be. The flowers particularly caught her eye, but she had to regrettably leave them where they were. She had little personal funds, using most of her money to travel the continent, and she had to live frugally if she were to see as much of this world as she wanted to. All she bought were the small list of items given to her by various palace stuff – herbs, fresh bread, candles, and so on. Nothing for herself, not even the lovely orchids she wanted.

The market smelt like sugar and fresh bread, loose stones jutting into her feet even with her shoes on. She felt odd the more she walked; the back of her neck tingled, and she found herself reaching for it to see if a bug was trying to make a home there. There was nothing, and when she turned all she saw were people milling around as she was. Maybe she was getting sick, she did have a restless night’s sleep – not even her walk to the library and enthusiastic browsing was enough to wear her out. There was something in her blood though that sang, a message saying no physical ailment was what was making her feel this way.

She quickened her pace, but the feeling didn’t subside. Deciding she could forego the rest of her items until she had company, she decided to walk in the direction of the castle. She went a round-about way, suddenly paranoid that she was being followed. But that was ludicrous, surely.

She was in such a rush, that she slammed her basket into a building as she rounded its corner. Saying a word that would make her mother balk, she leant down to pick everything up when a hand joined hers. Her body jolted and she flinched back, looking into dark eyes that were level with her own.

It was a man; his hair, brown and shoulder length, was tucked behind gently curved ears. His face showed the hint of scars, but all were faded with time. His hand, which has just grazed her own, was somehow both rough and incredibly soft. He was dressed in rich silks, and if Elide was to guess, she’d say he wasn’t from Terrasen.

“You dropped this,” he said, gently placing her items into her basket.

“Um, yes, I did.” She noted his beauty, thinking that he couldn’t possibly be real. Maybe she’d also bumped her head and was hallucinating.

“Are you alright? You look dazed, my lady.”

My lady. Be still her beating heart.

“I’m fine, just-” she looked around her, there were a few vendors that had seen her tumble and were snickering, but otherwise no sign of anything nefarious. “Just frazzled.”

“Ah, well we can’t have a frazzled woman exerting herself.” He picked up the basket for her and offered his arm to help her stand. She squeaked as realised his height. He towered over her, his figure not looming but instead like a sea wall – sturdy in an age of constant thrashing.

She gladly took his arm, thrilled by the new turn of events.

“May I escort you somewhere?”

She swallowed, trying not to seem to eager or to burst out you may escort me to your bedroom please and thank you. “The castle, if you’d like. And my name is Elide. Elide Lochan. Elide Lochan of Perranth.”

He tilted his head, his lips hinting at a smile. “I’m actually staying there myself, Elide Lochan of Perranth, what are the chances that we’ve never met?”

She clicked her tongue. “You are? Why?”

“Yes, I’m the, uh, advisor to Prince Rowan Whitethorn.”

“Oh, you must be Lorcan! I’m Aelin’s handmaiden, I can’t believe we’ve never ran into each other.” Elide tightened her hands around his forearm as he guided them to the castle, her heavy basket being effortlessly held in his other. When Aelin had described Lorcan, she had envisioned a brute of man. Rather, she had never seen one so courteous in her life. “Advising Rowan, what does that entail?” she asked, curious as to how she hadn’t seen him at dinner or with Rowan when she’d accompanied Aelin to her training.

“Rowan’s life can be fraught in his profession; my job is to help wade him through any rough waters he might encounter. I’ve been doing it for decades.”

“Did you meet as children?”

“No,” he said, his voice making her spine shiver. “I’m a couple hundred years older than Rowan. We met when he was about forty.”

If Rowan was around the three hundred Aelin claimed him to be, that would make Lorcan, what? Five hundred?

A fae of that age…

Would have lots of experience, know exactly where everything with the female body was.

“Are you also royal?”

Lorcan looked down at her, his head casting a shadow over her face. “I – Yes, I am.”

“Is that how you met Rowan, you ran in the same circles?”

Lorcan paused, looking tentative. “Yes, of course I did. My mother was… my mother was Rowan’s tutor. She was a prestigious scholar.”

Elide noticed his change in tense. “Was?”

“She faded with my father. She was nearly a thousand years old and had me towards the end of her life.”

Elide tilted her head. “But if Rowan is two hundred years younger than you, and she had you at the end of her life, how could she have been his tutor?”

Lorcan coughed. “Well… when you’re fae with such a long life, the last two hundred really is the end. Like a human in their eighties.”

Elide conceded, that made sense.

They chatted idly as they walked, Elide hanging onto his every word as he escorted her back to her chambers. They drew eyes as they walked through the halls of the castle, but Elide barely spared them a thought as she engaged with Lorcan. His well-spoken-ness impressed her as much as his biceps, and she found herself doing what she did whenever a nice, attractive male made eye contact with her.

She made very inappropriate and convoluted fantasies up about them in her mind.

He walked with her throughout the castle, the pricky feeling from the market fully disappeared. She dropped off all the items she had bought, and somehow managed to not jump Lorcan’s bones. They only stopped as the bells rang noon, and Lorcan regretfully had to excuse himself to join Rowan.

“I wish I could stay longer, but Rowan is testy at the best of times.” He glanced away anxiously, biting his lip.

Oh Gods, she also wanted to bite his lip.

“That’s fine, I’m sure I can manage the rest of the day without you.” Her faux confidence was spurred by trying to give him the impression that she was a strong, independent woman. Which she was, she just needed him to definitely know that.

He bowed to her slightly, his smile returning. “Until I see you again, Lady Elide.”

He turned and walked away. He was nearly out of hearing distance when Elide yelled, “I leave for the market at eight!” She had no idea if he’d even garner that she was inviting him to join her, but either way, she knew she’d see him again.

#rowaelin #elorcan #throne of glass #tog #koa #kingdom of ash #fanfic #sjm

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Surreptitious Candor part 4

A beautiful lounge singer and Napoleon Solo cross paths during U.N.C.L.E.’s mission in New York.

Napoleon Solo x WOC oc

I thought that this fic would only need 4 parts, but apparently it calls for two more...

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Knocking out and tying up the owner of the invitation was much simpler than Gaby and Illya expected. The man was the personification of nervous, awkward, and clumsy. He tripped over his own feet and started sobbing immediately after Illya kicked his door down. When Gaby suddenly appeared behind him, the poor guy just couldn’t take it and passed out. They finished the job quietly and swiftly before their oblivious victim’s neighbors noticed something was amiss. Shortly after, they set off to the rendezvous point the team had agreed on.

At the soiree, Napoleon was blending in with the crowd perfectly, being the usual charmer he was. Amalia and Bernard didn’t even recognize him, as he had anticipated. So, when they paused to ask him who he was, he flawlessly delivered his story of being Alan Sinclair, the only child of the late Mr. and Mrs Sinclair. Everything else would have gone smoothly if it wasn’t for the gossip filling the room unnecessarily dragging out his job.

“Leon?” he heard a familiar voice call out to him, distracting him from his thoughts.

He turned around and faced the singer whom he had recently become very well acquainted with. “Ah, Eula. Fancy seeing you here.”

“After last night, who would have thought we’d run into each other again so soon?” she responded with a suggestive smirk.

Napoleon knowingly smiled back, taking pride in the secret only they had the privilege of knowing. He took her hand in his and kissed her gloved knuckles. “Fate has its ways.”

“I thought you didn’t like to dance, though?” Eula slyly asked, making a point of darting her eyes toward the dance floor.

“I suppose I could make an exception for a certain chanteuse again, considering how well my night ended the last time I did,” he replied with a wink, taking the lead and joining the pairs swaying to the music.

As the two of them moved in time with the song, it dawned on Eula how much time she had been spending with Napoleon. She preferred to be detached from people, being the independent and self-sufficient woman she was. Every involvement she ever had with a man, and they were very few and far between, only lasted a night. All of them, she either met at the lounge or worked with during one of her side jobs before she became a regular at the diner. She seldom let things get far as breakfast. Yet here she was, in her highest heels and most expensive dress, dancing with the devilishly handsome spy and enjoying his company for the fourth night in a row.

“Alan,” Amalia Fernsby called out. “I see you’ve gotten comfortable enough to partake in the festivities.”

“Mrs. Fernsby,” Napoleon greeted as he pulled away from Eula, noticing her expression sour the moment they heard Amalia’s voice. He pretended to not notice and settled for an arm around her waist instead. “I couldn’t possibly say no to such a lovely dance partner.”

Amalia turned her focus to the singer and remarked, “you never told us the two of you know each other.”

“I prefer to keep our conversations on a need-to-know basis,” Eula responded curtly, flashing an artificial smile to emphasize her point.

Bernard sensed the tension and stepped in, “I’m really glad you and Alan Sinclair are getting along well, though. His mother really meant a lot to our family. She was a wonderful tutor to you, and we’ll forever be in debt.”

“She absolutely was. Maybe you could come over for dinner sometime, Alan,” Amalia excitedly added. “How your mother didn’t talk much about you, I will never understand. If I had a son as handsome as you, I would-“

“Mother,” Eula sternly cut in. “Let’s not make our guest uncomfortable, shall we?”

Before the conversation could get any further, their assistant came to inform Bernard and Amalia that their presence was requested by an important guest.

Napoleon waited for any woman’s reaction whenever they realized a man had been dishonest with them. He anticipated Eula’s rage or tears, but neither came. Instead, she took her parents’ absence as an opportunity to get away from the crowd.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said as she grabbed him and pulled him to an empty hallway, leading him to the fire exit door. She looked both ways to make sure the area was clear before dragging him inside the stairwell.

Napoleon lazily raised both of his hands and offered Eula a sheepish grin, “Alright. You got me.”

“Relax, Alan,” she said in sarcasm and leaned her back against the door. “I’m trying to help you.”

Napoleon incredulously eyed the brunette. “You are?”

“Yes! So you better listen carefully before anybody notices anything out of the ordinary,” she responded all in one breath.

Still doubtful, Napoleon inquired, “but why? Considering you just found out I used you and lied to you, the last thing you should be feeling is generosity.”

Eula rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Leon, I knew. From the moment we first met, I knew you weren’t who you presented yourself to be.”

“Alright, humor me then,” he challenged. “What do you know about me?”

“First of all,” she started, taking steps closer to him and meeting his piercing gaze, “I know that you’re a conman. You always don designer suits that only the upper class of New York can afford, yet your hands are way too rough to belong to a man of wealth. Hell, even your car is more expensive than any I’ve driven before. As far as I know, no man can get that rich off physical labor alone. Hands like yours could only mean being heavily exposed to either field work or combat. My suspicions were proven right when I saw your scars last night. I’ve had my fair share of men, and I think I can tell the difference between a puny heir with no backbone and someone who had to do whatever he can to survive.”

Napoleon could only look at her in wonder. None of the women he had been with were as observant. They usually swooned over the smallest things and bought whatever persona he sold to them.

“I also know that you’re a thief. A good one, I might add, who would have gotten away with stealing my bracelet if I didn’t know the contents of my jewelry box like the back of my hand. After all, how can my bracelet disappear after I first spoke with you and suddenly turn up in my jewelry box after you spent the night?”

Napoleon snickered. “A good thief probably shouldn’t return items they’ve stolen.”

“Even if you hadn’t given it back, I still would have figured you out,” Eula confidently retorted.

“Oh really? Why’s that?”

“Simple. You’re not at all the type of man to stick around. You’re the type who leaves after you’ve had your fun. And if the object of your desire doesn’t take you up on your offer right away, you move on to your next conquest. With me, you actually waited for three days and even visited the diner despite barely knowing me. What other reason would you have to stay other than the fact that you’d already figured out who I really was?”

Napoleon hated to admit it, but he was impressed. The CIA and U.N.C.L.E. had done a good job covering up his criminal record, yet Eula was able to glean that much information simply by paying attention. She might not have figured out the exact circumstances, but she got pretty damn close. “You’re perceptive, I’ll give you that.”

“Alright, then. My turn to ask now. How did you find out I was a Fernsby?”

“Your bracelet,” he answered nonchalantly.

“My bracelet?” Eula asked in puzzlement. “But it’s a unique design that never reached the market.”

“Precisely. At first I considered it was a knockoff brand, seeing as it had an emblem vaguely similar to the Fernsbys’ trademark logo, but the quality was way too high to be that cheap. Then I found out that in every photograph taken of the Fernsby women from different generations, each had that bracelet in common. I gathered that it was a jewelry unique to every woman in the family.”

Eula shook her head and scoffed. “I knew I should have thrown that stupid thing away. It never did quite fit me right.”

“But there’s just one thing I couldn’t quite figure out.”

“And that is?”

“Every single Fernsby woman of the last three generations have their photographs in the paper, except for you.”

“I don’t really like to associate with my family. That’s the whole reason why I left the day I turned 18. I’ve been working at the lounge since then and even took up graveyard shifts at the diner.”

“So that’s why you’re helping me? Because you hate your family?”

“Don’t mock me,” she firmly told him. “They’re not as ‘glamorous’ as they make people think. I may not know the exact details, but I was groomed to be the company’s heir and trained to understand the ins and outs. I know they’ve been caught up in human trafficking and drug dealing of some sort. I can’t exactly report them to the cops because even they can be bought by our family name alone. The money from the business my ancestors started deserves to be put to better use.”

“And you think I won’t misuse the money?” he sarcastically asked.

“I think, you’re not doing this heist completely out of selfish reasons.”

“What makes you say that?”

“When you left the diner, I saw what you did to that young news boy. I saw how you bought all of the papers he had left just so he could go home. I also know that on the evening we met, when it was a really slow night at the lounge, it was you who tipped every single server on duty. Leon, you’re not as terrible of a person as you seem to think.”

“You’re trusting me way too much, Eula” Napoleon warned her.

“Well, I’d rather trust you than my manipulative and controlling parents. At least I know you’re capable of helping people on your own free will. They only do it for show.”

“If you hate them so much, why’d you come to the soiree?” he questioned.

“Because it’s part of the deal,” Eula bit back. “I promised I’d show up to every stupid gathering they’d hold in exchange for them getting their ‘henchmen’ off my back. It doesn’t guarantee my safety from the tabloids, but it’s worth a try…”

Napoleon wordlessly studied the brunette. All the years he spent in his trade taught him to recognize dishonesty, and Eula showed no sign of it. “Fine,” he gave in. “When do we start?”

“We? I can’t go with you. I go on stage in a few minutes. You’ll be on your own, so you have to pay close attention to everything I tell you.”

“Alright, what do I have to do?”

Eula looked around the fire exit staircase to make sure no one could overhear and hurriedly instructed, “go into the janitor’s closet at the end of the hall. The wall on the left side of the door is hollow and has a hidden elevator behind it. You’ll need this,” she took off her bracelet and handed it to Napoleon, “because the emblem on the pendant unlocks the elevator doors.”

“Ah, so this ‘stupid thing’ has a use after all,” Napoleon teased.

She let out a dry laugh and answered, “yes, but I won’t be needing it anymore, so you can keep it. The elevator takes you to the most restricted area of the building. When you get there, you’ll see a steel door with a passcode. I would tell you the code, but they change it every 12 hours. You get past that, and then there’s a safe you gotta crack.”

“Lucky for you, safe cracking is a part of my skill set. But I suppose you already knew that otherwise you wouldn’t be telling me all this.”

“I didn’t really know. But considering the magnitude of this larceny, I just figured.”

“Hmm, fair enough.

“Best be on your way before people start to miss you,” Eula ordered him. “Oh, and the password for unlocking the steel door from the inside is ‘awanggan.’ It’s Tagalog for infinity.”

“Listen, Eula,” Napoleon began hesitantly, “I’m sorry for-”

“It’s okay,” she interjected with a genuine smile and joked, “I always knew you weren’t a ‘coffee and breakfast in the morning’ kind of guy from the get go.”

Napoleon began to make his way to the door until he paused in his tracks and turned back around. He caught her off guard by pulling her in and capturing her lips with his. After she got past her initial surprise, she eagerly responded almost immediately; each of them moving with an amount of aggression to ensure neither would easily forget the physical memory of the experience. He gave her bottom lip a soft bite before slowly pulling away.

“Don’t miss me too much,” he smugly teased.

“Whatever you say, Leon. Now hurry!”

#Napoleon Solo #the man from uncle #The Man from U.N.C.L.E.#tmfu #tmfu fanfic #napoleon solo fanfic #napoleon solo x oc #woc oc

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introducing: moonbeam

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BASICS.

full name: noemi elara calliso

nicknames (if any): emmy, no (at least that’s what her mother always says to her)

gender / pronouns: cis female / she, her

classification: human

abilities (if any): n/a

age: twenty-six

occupation: nursing assistant

PERSONALITY.

traits: selfish, insensitive, eager, determined, ambitious, adventurous, gregarious, unreliable

mbti: estp - the entrepreneur

zodiac: cancer sun, leo moon, gemini rising

AESTHETIC.

hopping fences, staying in the shadows, black coffee, skinned knees, moonlight reflecting off a lake, vanilla and vetiver candles, your throat being raw from screaming into the void, wind in your hair, the fresh sounds and smells of a place you’ve never been before, desperately trying to remember places you have.

HISTORY.

noemi was born to young human couple in district three, lucine and lee perrine. lee and lucine worked at the factory, but once lucine became pregnant with noemi, lee and her brother steven basically forced her to stop working, worrying that she would injure herself or lose the baby. so, she became a freelance tailor, repairing torn trousers or sewing buttons back on a coat. money was tight already when it was just the two of them, but once noemi was born, it was impossible to survive off of their income alone.

so, lucine’s brother steven (who was known to dabble in the black market as it was), decided to go full force, scavenging the drylands and beyond for anything that was worth anything. practically all of the money earned from these endeavors went to raising noemi, and steven loved her as if she was his own daughter.

lee hated this, he already didn’t like steven mostly because his wife always defended him (he was her little brother, after all). but it also hurt his sense of pride - the breadwinner with no bread, he hated the fact that he couldn’t support his family.

this continued for a few years, and when noemi was two years old, the callistos were on the hunt for two perfectly human babies. why two? greed, maybe. maybe so that when they wanted alone time, their children could entertain each other. maybe they just liked even numbers. anyway, lee was at dinah’s on his night off, after he got into a fight with lucine about finances, her brother, etc. the callistos, on their hunt for babies, overheard him venting to his friends about his situation, and gave him and offer: for a modest amount of money, they would take noemi and raise her as their own. lee didn’t agree right away, he said he’d have to talk to his wife about it and they would consider it. as one can imagine, lucine shot him down immediately.

the callistos knew that their main source of income and the only thing keeping them afloat was steven’s dealings on the black market. so, they tipped off one of the watchers, and bribed him to make steven disappear.

lucine waited by the window for three days after he said he would be back, but finally she realized that he was dead, and they couldn’t feed noemi. lucine was so distraught that she laid in bed for days, crying and ignoring the pleas of her toddler. lee took noemi and went to dinah’s, where he handed her off to the callistos.

when noemi first arrived to her new home, she was confused. sure, she was pampered and fed beyond anything she had ever experienced, but she always asked where her mama was. trying to dispel the notion from her mind, the callistos always shot her down, telling her that they were her parents, and they loved her. and in their own way, at least at first, they did. they never harmed a hair on her head, they gave her anything she wanted that could be bought. but what she wanted most was her mother to tell her that she was proud of her.

noemi and saffira had the same tutors, did the same extracurriculars, and were always together. no matter how hard noemi tried, she just wasn’t as good as saffira at anything. she enjoyed piano, painting, learning languages (which she wasn’t half bad at), dancing. but slowly, her mother’s constant disappointment in her performance chipped away at her enjoyment of these hobbies, until she despised them all with a passion.

her and saffira debuted at the same time, but upon seeing that her mother paid absolutely no attention to her at all (indifference is worse than hatred, after all), noemi ran away to district two, where she stayed at dinah’s all night, watching and listening to people, even engaging in light conversation with them. it was magical to her, but on her way back home, she was accosted by a mutant, and it scared her so badly that she didn’t go back until a few years later.

noemi hated being bad at everything (or not being as good as saffira), and she was desperate to have something of her own. she begged her parents to let her get a job, and finally, through their connections with the hospital, they got her the position as a nursing assistant. now, noemi is not good at this, and her bedside manner is awful because she just asks questions that pop in her head and can be quite insensitive. but still, when you’re injured, a pretty young face can do wonders for morale.

her experiences at the hospital made her want more, and soon enough, she started sneaking out again to go to districts two and three (though it took some time to build up enough courage to go to district three).

as of now, she still lives with her parents and saffira, but their lives are fairly separate. she holds a lot of resentment to all members of her family, but she still craves their approval. mostly, she just wants something that’s her’s, and that can’t be tainted by her parents or stolen by saffira.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

the secret history: noemi’s entire life, she wonders who her true family is; of course, whenever she asks, her parents go on a long diatribe about how she was left alone, to starve and wallow in poverty, and how they saved her. but from what she remembers (which is very little, especially now that she is older), it was nothing like that at all. i think part of her doesn’t want to know what happened to her family, because she really doesn’t want her adoptive parents to be right. however, I do want her to eventually find out what happened to her family, whether they are dead or alive (could be interesting). perhaps someone recognizes her from when she’s little , or knew the family in some way? perhaps a childhood friend (who would have to be a bit older) sees her and something clicks?

radicalize me, baby: noemi has been going to district three more and more lately, and while her time is confined mainly to the boneyard and her visits with peter, she ventures out occasionally. she is incredibly curious about mutants, and wants to know more about them. i want someone to open her eyes to how awful it is to be a mutant, because all she sees is a different life than the one she has, which is incredibly restricting. it’s a bit “the grass is always greener on the other side” deal, and i want noemi to take her passion for mutants, and turn it into something more...destructive. she’ll be reluctant to at first, because her parents’ approval still (unfortunately) means a lot to her, but she’ll give it up eventually.

the parent she never had: noemi needs someone who believes in her, who sees her for her potential and her present. her mother is a master at chipping away her self esteem and making her want to do better to gain her approval at the same time. i want someone who could be a mother (or father) figure to noemi, who loves her (or will) unconditionally, because she deserves it. also someone to give it to her straight and try to make her more realistic and take care of herself, because the girl can be reckless.

teach me: this ties in to the wc above, but i want someone to teach noemi something she doesn’t know, or does know but is “bad” at. someone to really take the time to help her, and give her more confidence in her own capabilities. this could be anything from fighting to painting. i just want her to feel like she’s good at something (aside from sneaking around).

ex flames, ex friends, flames, friends, people at dinah’s she’s talked to before, someone who knows she’s from district one, someone who doesn’t know or doesn’t care. her found family.

HEADCANONS.

dinah’s is the first place noemi went to outside of district one, and the warmth and friendliness and the life she encountered there made her feel at home for the first time. it’s a very special place to her, and probably her favorite place in metropolis.

used to play “hide and seek” with her mother when her mother’s friends would come over, basically ensuring noemi was out of sight and silent. her mother would then come up and find her and tickle her and noemi loved the game because it was a special thing she had with her mother. then, one night she snuck downstairs and saw saffira was allowed to engage with her parents’ friends, and she was heartbroken. still, she wanted to play the game because it made her feel special, and she loved getting the attention from her mother (sad hours).

noemi wants more than anything to be a mutant. she has hope that her family were mutants, and that her powers are simply dormant. spoiler alert: she isn’t. she’s completely human. this will tear her apart, especially when she finds out saffira has abilities (much much later).

writes in a secret journal that she keeps under her mattress.

loves peter pan and would always play dress up with her sister where she was peter pan and saffira was wendy.

in general, her and saffira would dress up and play pretend and have little “adventures,” a memory noemi clings on to. she misses her sister, but years of (unfair) resentment towards her keep blurring that, and she could never admit it.

loves sour gummy worms.

got a tattoo out of rebellion, of course it’s a crescent moon on her hip. of course.

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Life Will Change, Chapter 2

Summary: All things considered, the first visit to school could have gone much worse.

Fandom: Rockman.EXE/Persona 5 Fusion

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April 17th, 2016 Morning

When Enzan awoke, it was not to the jail cell.

He was staring up at the ceiling of his room that Meijin had given him to live in, and the blankets on the bed were soft and fluffy, not the thing scratchy ones. Looking around the room, there was no sight of iron bars, strangers in blue uniforms, or a creepy old man behind a desk.

He wasn’t in jail. It was just a dream. And it felt way too real, like instead of being figments of his imagination, these people, this… Igor, Iris, Colonel were people he could get to know. But that was insane. Right?

“Enzan-kun! It’s time to get up!” That snapped Enzan out of his reverie about his weird dream. Meijin had come to wake him up? He could even be bothered to help? He shook it off. It was nothing. Just doing his job as a caretaker for the next year. Doesn’t want to be inconvenienced. Right. “Enzan-kun!” “I’m up!” He called back, pushing himself out of bed. It was time to be awake, and solving his dreams was secondary to solving his real world problems at his current point in time. For now, he’d worry about going to his new school and meeting the principal. To feel out his new contract that he was going to have to follow, whether he really wanted to or not.

“I made you breakfast! You’ll want the energy before facing the school!” He got himself his nicest casual outfit before opening the door. Meijin smiled and flashed him a thumbs up before disappearing downstairs. With a roll of his shoulder, Enzan followed him. Time to eat. Whatever that breakfast may be. The what didn’t matter to Enzan very much.

Truthfully, he should have expected it to just be a bowl of cereal. He can’t imagine someone would be willing to go with something more complex for someone like him. (Though it was worth noting that Meijin himself had a bowl of cereal as well.) At least it was one of the sweeter cereals; unbecoming as it may have been for someone of his stature, it had always been a guilty pleasure.

“Weslyn told me that you haven’t been to a public school before.”

Enzan paused with the spoon midway to his mouth, caught slightly off guard by the question. He didn’t know he why he was surprised the other would try to make conversation over a meal. Social ettiquette said that making light conversation over a meal was a good thing.

Enzan set the spoon back into the bowl. “No, I have not. Father thought it was below someone like us.”

“You probably shouldn’t stop eating; The cereal will get all soggy.” When it was clear that Mijin wasn’t going to say anything else until he went back to eating, Enzan picked his spoon back up to continue working on the food. “Let me guess; School was all private tutors, for you?”

Enzan nodded. “Yes it was. Father was adamant that I was to recieve only the finest education that money could buy me.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

Enjoy it? “It served its purposes. I learned what I needed to learn to succeed in life and eventually take over Father’s business.” There was no room in that life for enjoying something as mundane as school. There were far more important things to worry about.

Meijin raised his eye brows. “That wasn’t what I asked, Enzan-kun.” He gestured at Enzan with the spoon in his hand. “I asked if you enjoyed private tutoring.”

At least eating the cereal bought Enzan some time to think before he had to answer that. Did he enjoy it? “I wouldn’t say I enjoyed it. But it did what it needed to do, and I have already gotten a decent education.”

Meijin acknowledged that he was heard, though he didn’t say anything else right away. “Unfortunately, your probation requires you to attend a public school. Will you be able to handle it?”

That was almost offensive. “I know how to handle myself in public. It can’t be that bad.” He most likely already knew the material, so it was a matter of keeping his head down and not worrying about the other students. He would behave himself.

(He almost liked the idea of the structure school was going to provide to his day, in lieu of working.)

“I hope it’s as easy for you as you are expecting then.” Meijin finished off the milk in his bowl before getting up to put it in the sink. “Finish up soon, okay? We’ve got to get to the school to meet your teachers.”

Meeting teachers. Enzan was really looking forward to that - not. They’d all know who he was before he even stepped foot into the school, and he wasn’t looking forward to being judged before he even opened his mouth there.

But if Enzan knew anything, it was business, and he had confidence he’d be able to prove himself both a capable student and a well behaved one.

“Just keep your head up okay? Regardless of what happens at the school today.”

The encouragement drew a small smile out of Enzan, for the briefest of moments. It was too soon to tell, of course, but it seemed his placement wasn’t going to be so bad.

Now, he needed to finish his food before he made Meijin wait too long for him. ...Gross. It seemed like he had made the cereal wait too long already.

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When Enzan was ready, it was only 8 AM, and they’d have plenty of time to get to the school just to meet his teachers. He couldn’t tell if he was excited or not; All he could do was wait and see what would happen.

By driving, the school wasn’t that far away, making the drive in a mere twenty minutes. This wouldn’t be the norm for his day to day commute, since Meijin couldn’t drive him every single day. The instructions were simple enough though.

And then they were there. Actually in front of the school that Enzan was probably going to graduate from. He wasn’t totally sure what he had been expecting when he came face to face with the school; maybe something a little more like a prison, like all those stupid tv shows that came on when it was way too late and he needed the background noise to push through that last little bit of paperwork.

Instead it just looked like a nice, decent sized school building. An older girl with slightly curly blonde hair was hauling some dirt around by the steps as she tended to the potted flowers, and held a conversation with another girl with red hair pulled into a ponytail. A few kids lounged in the yard, likely intending to be there for as long as they could manage before having to begin the school day properly.

“Enzan-kun, do you want to just stand there all day?”

Enzan jumped, snapping out of his reverie quickly. “Ah, no. I’m sorry, let’s go in.”

Meijin chuckled. “Have you never been this close to a school before?”

“No. There’s a lot of people.” The statement rang even more true as they stepped into the main foyer of the school. “I’m not sure what I expected.”

“You’ll have to adapt to this quickly, you know. But you seem like a smart kid, you’ll figure it out.” He had a lot of confidence in Enzan for some reason. “Now. We need to find our way to the third floor? I think?” Meijin dug around in his pocket and pulled a guide out with a noise of triumph. “It’s been a bit since I’ve been here!”

“You went here?”

“Aaaaah, that’s not important right now. What’s important is finding where the principal’s office is.” He looked over the paper - a map? Maybe Enzan should look into obtaining one for himself, that would help greatly with his first few days. Still. “... Was going here a bad thing for you?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. Why dodge the question?

“Why don’t you ask me later, yeah? Okay, I think it’s on the third floor.”

Frustrated, but realizing that he probably wasn’t going to get any sort of straight answer for the time being, Enzan shoved his hands in his pockets, and followed after Meijin, eyes scanning back and forth across the halls, trying to commit all the locations to memory. Even without a map, he wanted a basic idea of how to get around.

He didn’t need to get lost and make a fool of himself on opening day.

The bell rang, as kids started making their ways to class. As they made their ways up to the third floor, Enzan caught sight of flyers for the computer club plastered all over the bulletin boards, boasting an ‘incredible look into invention and programming’ and ‘working with rare, precious devices’ for ‘a small upkeep fee paid directly to the teacher.’

It looked interesting, and like something he might want to do at some point into the future, but alas, he was broke. He didn’t exactly have Father’s backing, and without it, he lacked funds of any kind.

It was okay. He’d live, no matter how fun it looked. Still, even just getting to work on technology for fun would have been a great way to pass the year...

Meijin was right in guessing it was on the third floor. He took a breath to steele himself, not knowing what he’d find on the other side of the door, meeting the principal and his homeroom teacher.

“Get your game face on, kid.” Meijin gives him an encouraging smile. “This meeting might just decide your future.” Enzan had faced business meetings scarier than this. He’d be fine, he knew exactly how to conduct himself in situations like this.

(That didn’t stop the butterflies in his stomach. They’d be looking at him like he was a criminal; there’s no way he’d meet even more adults willing to accept his past like Meijin did.)

The open door revealed and revealed an older man with a white beard and a striking black and red suit, accompanied by a much younger woman, with brown hair in two buns on the sides of her head and a nice, simple dress.

“You must be Ijuuin Enzan and his guardian, Eguchi Meijin, correct?” The man is flipping through some paperwork on his desk. More than likely it was Enzan’s own transfer papers.

“Yes, that is me.” Enzan nodded his head in greeting.

While Enzan had gone for polite, Meijin didn’t bother with the veneer of formalacy. “Yo! Just Meijin will be fine.”

The woman seemed amused at least, hiding a smile behind her hand, while the principal just glared at him, before gesturing for them both to sit down. “Let’s make this quick, I’m a busy man, and we have more things to deal with than the riffraff who is lucky we took him in.”

Meijin’s smile faded into something more serious. Enzan merely had to close his eyes to calm himself for a half a second. There was no need to have such an aggressive greeting, sure, but he had dealt with much worse in business meetings. He’d carry on just fine.

“Sir, there’s no need to-” The woman spoke up, but the principal waved her off.

“It’s unimportant, Mariko.” The woman, apparently Mariko, stepped back with a slight shake of her head. “I am Gauss Magnus, the principal of the school and the one kind enough to allow you to be admitted despite your… unsavory past.”

“And we’re grateful. Let’s get straight to the important stuff, yeah?” Meijin asked, leaning forward. It was almost like his whole demeanor had changed in those few seconds. Maybe the principal’s attitude had bothered him too.

“Right. There’s no need for lollygagging around. Simply put, Ijuuin-kun here is in a very precarious position, and we’re taking a big risk in accepting someone with a known record of assault.”

Don’t wince, Enzan. You knew that was coming. “So we have some ground rules we need to lay.”

Enzan nodded. “Get on with it, already.” Meijin said, waving the man to continue with what he was saying. So much for diplomacy? “It should be quite simple. You keep your head down and you don’t cause trouble. I expect exceptional grades from you, based on your academic history.” Mariko looked as though she wanted to say something, based on the papers she was looking at on her clipboard, but gave up when she wasn’t even given room to speak. “You will treat every teacher at this school with respect, and Mariko here will be reporting to me the instant you step out of line.” He saw that coming as well.

This was going to be a long meeting.

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“He couldn’t think of a single creative thing to say in that whole speech?” It seemed Meijin was more miffed about the whole meeting than Enzan was, if the grumbling was anything to go by. “Could have said that all in a letter and gotten the same effect.”

“It’s just a formality. It’s required by the probation.” Enzan points out, careful to commit the path they’re walking to memory. It’s the same as they walked before, but it never hurt to review and review again.

“I know that.” Evidently, Meijin’s dislike for formalities extended beyond just the way he was addressed.

“I appreciate you staying, despite not wanting to.”

“Don’t mention it, kid.”

“COMING THROUGH!”

Their conversation was interrupted by a brunette boy trying to shove past them with a box of machine parts in his arms. Despite the fact that both Enzan and Meijin tried to vacate his way, his shoulder still hit Enzan, sending both his box and Enzan spiraling to the ground and throwing pieces every where. In turn, the girl that had been right behind him, crashed into him and caused the folder of papers she was holding to flutter into the air and fall like snow.

“Netto, you dummy!” complained the girl, trying futilely to catch a few of the papers before they fell all over the floor.

“Sorry, Meiru-chan!” The boy like wise was trying to gather up the parts that he had scattered everywhere.

“That’s how you break things,” Enzan adds on, getting onto his knees to help the boy, Netto, pick up the parts. “You should slow down.” “I’m already late; he’s gonna kill me…”

“I don’t know why you put up with him.” Meiru says, gathering up her papers with Meijin’s help. “You know why!” he said, flustered. “There’s no time!”

Enzan gave Meijin a bewildered glance as the two friends got up as their stuff was handed back to them, and they tore down the hall with a shout of thanks.

So that happened. Maybe he’ll see those two again and figure out what the deal with that was.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Meijin left him to finish cleaning his room, and he was able to go to sleep early.

Tomorrow would be his first day of school, and he’d be left to face the subways once again to find his way to the school. To begin his education once again, and maybe start making a new life for himself.

His dreams were thankfully free of jail cells and chains.

#Rockman.exe #Enzan Ijuuin #MMBN #persona 5 #megaman battle network #fanfic #unbeta'd #Life Will Change

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joblessjeno · 3 years

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Random Questions

Tagged by @def-sol

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?: black with a grey squishy handle

2. Name a food you never eat: Brussels sprouts? Is that what they’re called?

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? Just right with hansolutely freezing hands and feet

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?: Trying to fall back asleep

5. What’s your favorite candy bar?: Twix

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game?: A basketball game of a friend of mine? Oh and DTM if that counts

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?: I yawned does that count? Otherwise: “goodnight” to my parents yesterday

8. What is your favorite ice cream?: dark chocolate

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?: Iced tea

10. Do you like your wallet?: it’s low key falling apart but I can’t find a replacement that’s big enough and not ugly

11. What is the last thing you ate?: A mint candy?

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: I haven’t bought any new clothes in a while.

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched?: Darts championship

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?: There is different flavors????

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?: Jo 🖤

16. Ever been camping?: it’s not a big thing over here so nah

17. Do you take vitamins?: I rather eat an apple

18. Do you regularly attend a place of worship?: Nah

19. Do you have a tan?: I am currently whiter than whitewashed idols

20. Do you prefer Chinese or pizza?: Pizza

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw?: I don’t drink soda......

22. What color socks do you usually wear?: Black with fruit or food prints on them

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?: Jokes on you the speed limits in Germany are a joke so I don’t even need to

24. What terrifies you?: The deep sea

25. Look to your left, what do you see?: my wall, an owl plushie, too many pillows

26. What chore do you hate most?: dusting. Who tf likes to take every single thing on your shelves down and then put them back again?

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?: nothing...?

28. What’s your favorite soda?: I don’t drink soda.......

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?: Plot twist: delivery

30. What’s your favorite number?: 19?

31. Who’s the last person you talked to?: my parents, wished them a good night

32. Favorite meat?: beeeeeeef

33. Last song you listened to?: No idea. Must have been some time yesterday before dinner.

34. Last book you read?: Something for uni....

35. Favorite day of the week?: Sunday

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?: I can’t even do it the right way sometimes

37. How do you like your coffee?: no thank you

38. Favorite pair of shoes?: Black platform boots that go just below my knees. Do I need the extra centimeters? No.

39. Time you normally get up?: uni drags me out anywhere between 7:30 and 8:30 usually depending on classes. Right now it’s more like 11ish

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?: sunsets. Even though seeing the sunrise on the way to work is kind of nice

41. How many blankets on your bed?: one?

42. Describe your kitchen plates?: White

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment: probably messy because no one bothered to clean it after yesterday’s meal. Too little space for the amount of gadgets. Can barely fit all 3 of us without stepping on each other’s feet.

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?: either something we call “Federweißer” which is a type of wine or mojitos

45. Do you play cards?: I am able to but I don’t

46. What color is your car?: black

47. Can you change a tire?: Hell yes. Have been helping since I am like 4

48. Your favorite state or province?: :]]]

49. Favorite job you’ve had?: I’ve only ever been tutoring which sucks or my current job at the pharmacy which is pretty nice

tagging: @burtonized and @min-inu if you wanna

#tag #thank you rubyyyyy #I feel like I couldn’t answer half of them cause I’m not American 😂

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