#And maybe there's somebody else who'd be interested in that too?

[whysamwhy123]

Hmmm...what if I continued Voice in the Dark?

Maybe? At some point? Somehow? Just a little...

[steviewashere]

Wiggle Wednesday

Doing my first Wiggle Wednesday before it's too late. Thank you @scoops-aboy86 for the tag!

Okay, I've had three worms in my head just knotted together trying to tug to different interests, so stay with me here. First, I've been thinking about that Steve Harrington coming out in his thirties post that I made yesterday—him seeing George Michael come out and finding the footing he needed to come out himself. Been thinking about maybe writing that, if people are interested. Idea in this post, if you wanted to check it out.

The second worm has been Punk Steve and Platonic Stobin (in the '90s) courtesy of an amazing ask in my inbox. Just trying to fulfill the prompt, but I, alas, am not a punk. Not really my go-to genre. So I've been trying to figure out how somebody—Steve specifically—would organically discover punk culture. Going from where my knowledge is and going with whatever info my stepdad gives me, as he's way into the punk genre and knows more than me. And so I've been mapping out like a tree of bands with similar genres or similar members or...whatever. I've gotten from what I currently see as Robin's favorite bands/artists that Steve leeches from—Blondie to Le Tigre to Bikini Overkill to The Slits. And Steve inherently liking those and discovering that he does enjoy the sound of punk, but mainly hardcore and ska? And also grunge; especially Nirvana, which had punk influence. So right now it's just a music hodgepodge of bands like: Nirvana, Mudhoney, Fugazi, T.S.O.L., Operation Ivy, Rancid, NOFX, but also bands like: The Slits, The Clash, Ramones (just these three that really kick off his interest, you feel me?). I dunno where I'm going with this, but I've just been trying to figure out Punk Steve in a realistic way from where he's at in the show and, y'know, where he'd be in the '90s.

The last worm has been where I want to go with Love at First Trim, my single parent Eddie/hairstylist Steve fic. I've got an old WIP ask to fulfill that has to do with this fic, but I'm sort of stuck right now with this piece. So I've been focusing mostly on newer projects as well as my Steddie Big Bang.

Yeah. I've got a whole handful of worms going on up in my big brain.

No pressure tags: @ataliagold @sidekick-hero @hotluncheddie @pearynice and uhh....anybody else who'd like to. I'm not sure who's done this already, mine is super late to the party (oops).

[dewitty1]

Fic Recs Wrap Up - February 2023 (ノﾟ∀ﾟ)ノ⌒･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

Vis-à-Vis-à-Vis by Vukovich @vukovich

Harry’s assignment was simple. Close out Draco Malfoy’s missing persons case so he can be declared dead.

But who’s making withdrawals from Malfoy’s vaults? How is a death omen-turned-Unspeakable involved? Is an organization known as the Moirai to blame?

Harry brushes it off until he can’t. Until The Prophet is flooded with sightings of dead people. Until Robards throws himself on his sword. Until Ron turns on his own family. Until Harry scarcely trusts his own reflection in the mirror and trusts the stranger in his bed even less.

Until all that stands between war and peace is Harry, a name plate, a stadium of murderers, and Draco Malfoy.

God save the Ministry. Rec Post

Harry Potter and the Chariot of the Sun by Philosopherscribe 

Hot on the trail of a Dementor-worshipping cult, Harry plays a dangerous game with an old enemy. Rec Post

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy’s Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by dustmouth, nerakrose, art by dustmouth,  written by  @greaseonmymouth

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who’s definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry. Rec Post

The Garland Gay by Vaysh

Draco Malfoy has it all – sex, money, power. But a family secret threatens to become the undoing of the successful head of Malfoy Bank. His troubles bring him to private investigator Harry Potter, who lost it all – girlfriend, Galleons, Auror career – over a tenacious obsession with a certain blond. Both become entangled in the vengeful schemes of a stranger from the past. As much as Draco tries to resist, in the end, he must make a fateful choice for the man he is destined to love. Rec Post

Eagles in Truro (Alt: That filthy one that snuck in a plot.) by Vukovich @vukovich

Hermione Granger just wants to get laid and maybe someday become Supreme Mugwump. Ronald Weasley just wants to build a dubiously-criminal empire and hug everybody. Harry Potter just wants… he’s not sure, but it might be Malfoy. Draco Malfoy just wants to survive the post-war world. And snuggles. A story about four lonely people in a mineshaft in Cornwall, and blasting a home in bedrock when nothing else quite fits. Hermione: Excuse me. This is a political thriller, but it’s also how I ended up in a really complicated relationship. Ron: It’s not that complicated. And it’s a love story. Draco: He’s right. Harry: You always side with Ron. It’s an action story. I got stabbed. Draco: Sorry about that. But you’re all wrong. This is art. And SMUT. All: Oh… Rec Post

My Best Friend, the Serial Killer by trishjames @thusspoketrish

Draco’s best friend and flatmate Pansy Parkinson is a lot of things: she’s beautiful, intelligent, doting, and a bit unnerving…but Draco loves her all the same, even if he has to clean up after her bloody – ah, messy romantic breakups more than usual. He doesn’t mind, after all, what are best friends for?

But Draco starts to question just how far his love can go when Pansy brings home her next victim – ah, boyfriend, Harry Potter. Rec Post

Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

By the Grace by lettered @letteredlettered

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

Away, Away by Aelys_Althea @aelysalthea

Abandonment didn't sit well with Harry. Not at all. After the calamity that was the end of the Triwizard Tournament and the dismissal of his friends over the summer, he decides: enough is enough. He's done. Done with it all. He just wanted to get away. But the Wizarding world, as it happens, isn't quite finished with him. No matter how far he runs, it always catches back up to him. Years after turning from those who left him, Harry is dragged back to that world once more. Many find him far changed from the boy who'd once known. Some - some very few - even like that change. Draco Malfoy just happens to be one of those chosen few.

In the Shadow of Your Heart by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill) @lqtraintracks

And thus began the very strange circumstance of their fake dating in public and real fucking in absolute secret. It was, with no comparison, the weirdest relationship Draco had ever been in – which was to say, it wasn't one.

what husbands are for by softlystarstruck @softlystarstruck

To settle tensions between werewolves and vampires, Harry volunteers for a political marriage. But it turns out he's marrying Malfoy– cold, untouchable Malfoy, who he hasn't seen in ten years. Throughout contention and politics, werewolf pub nights and grudgingly shared meals, they have to make it work.

And in the midst of it all, Harry finds something he already gave up hoping for.

( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading, y’all! xoxo Carey  (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

nov 5 rambling

all week, i've been seriously considering taking a break from political news, and i can't tell if that comes from a place of maturing as i'm about to hit 40 or as a warning about my mental health, because for me numbness and avoiding my interests are usually tells for depression.

but mostly, the idea--even as it seems like a good one--just kinda hurts, because deep-diving into policies and governmental history and being a nerd about campaigns and candidates has been a core part of who i am for years now.

growing up, i was surrounded by adults who didn't talk about politics, who as far as i know never even voted, who insisted it didn't matter or change anything. when i came back from college with a new awareness that politics existed, i felt like i had a lifetime of missing knowledge to catch up on, and i dove in.

plus, as somebody autistic but also easily bored due to adhd, i don't just have a singular special interest--politics is one i developed later in life. fictional media, live news, memoirs and nonfiction books, and journalism have taught me so much. i've enjoyed the learning. it's my kind of fun, being a sponge.

but this year was the first election day i've spent not obsessively refreshing electoral maps and awash in existential dread. sure, i know doing that won't change any outcomes, but it's how i don't handle the stress anyway. except that wasn't an option this time.

@actuallylukedanes and i spent the morning busy with important errands, and we spent the afternoon and evening making trips to the vet, worrying about one of our cats who'd had surgery. i went to bed that night in the back room, keeping watch over him and barely sleeping.

when i saw my best friend the next morning, tragedy was written all over their face, and they greeted me with the election results. i'm pretty sure i blinked for a few seconds before i responded at all...but it wasn't because i was in shock, or devastated. i'd just forgotten about the election entirely, tucked in a small room with a sweet kitten who was bleeding.

and it feels weird, all of that, having a day that was so big and busy that for once something overshadowed epic political battles and narratives and fear. who knows, maybe that's what daily life is like for most people. maybe that's how so many people are comfortable basing their votes on vibes and not looking anything up: they're too busy caring about just what's in front of them.

i don't know how to live that way, and i'm not sure i would want to even if i could. everyone i love is too at-risk, depending on who has power in this country, for me to put my head down and completely check out. and something about my bipolar nature has always meant that i feel a weird duty to take in the pain, like i can't fix everything for everyone so i at least owe them my empathy, my constant pressing-on-a-bruise awareness of all the bad things i can't control.

so i don't like feeling numb. that switch still gets flipped sometimes, without me trying, when the alternative would be drowning in the overflow of emotions. when that happens, i know my brain's trying to protect me, in the only way it knows how. and maybe that explains my reaction now, maybe it's a depression tell or a protective mechanism--but it's just so different from what i would've expected.

there's a very firm wall up between me and the results of this election. i feel hyper aware of what it means, the rightward shift of our national and state and local elections this week, of what could happen to my family and my friends and everyone else who deserves so much better. so on a deeper level, i also can't feel it at all.

i was heartbroken in 2016, and in shock. i cried so much, and we ultimately moved to a state where we would be safer. but i stayed hopepunk, and kept learning, and participated in mutual aid. in 2020 i blogged my amusing thoughts about the democratic primary debates here, and was grateful for every good thing that the government has done since.

but with everything i know, and everything i've learned, i feel even less prepared for what's going to happen now--because what i've learned is how limitless the potential horrors could be. spreading out in all directions, the future is a black box that asks us what we want to trust (things they say? things they've already done? things we believed no one would ever really do?) before we can know what to do.

so this time, i've barely cried. i haven't watched the concession speech. i don't think i ever will. and i keep returning to my usual news websites, the almost-a-dozen publications that make up my routine. it's become an essential habit for me, the scanning of headlines and plucking out whatever interests me--an online version of the browsing i used to do, back when it was easy to lug a dozen books home from the library.

i normally read anything that gets my attention or interests me, which is a lot every day--but now, i either don't want to read people's election opinions and predictions, or i regret it when i do. everybody wants to argue about why we ended up here. who's to blame. what to do next. what's coming.

at this point, i don't feel like i'm learning anything anymore, just being painfully reminded of what i already know: america isn't the way i wish it was, or how i saw it when i was a young idealist first learning about democracy. we keep repeating the same patterns, and being surprised at the results. and publications that aim for truth give space to writers pushing hate and fearmongering, for the sake of imagined balance.

so if i stop soaking up the political podcasts, articles, and constant data that has always made me feel so informed and empowered...is that a good break for my mental health? or is it just me checking out and retreating into a bubble where i can pretend this all isn't happening? how can i tell the difference?

it's been four days, and i'm not any closer to figuring out the answer. all i know is that reading about the goings-on of the government, the little battles on subcommittees or the history of the secret service and voting...it all used to make me happy. now it feels like a thing i do, because it's a thing i do. and anything that's too closely related to the election itself, all the podcast episodes and op-eds that have come out since, those feel like salt in a wound.

so whether it's self-protective or not, i'm going to take that break. set aside my political ebooks for now, and narrow down my news websites and podcasts to the ones that aren't so politics-heavy. i'll see if the lack of them bothers me, or if i don't even miss them. maybe it will be a relief.

it'll definitely give me more time to read the old articles i have saved from years of tab hoarding--literally hundreds are in that pile, mostly because i like long stories that dive deep into things, which don't make for quick reads. i'll also have time freed up that should really be redirected to the tv shows and movies on my watchlists anyway.

who knows, maybe what i need is a little less reality and a little more indulgence in imagination. i've never been good at balance, and depriving the creative side of me never helps. the one thing i know for sure is that after i found out about the election results, reading the news made me feel worse. so i came here because i wanted to feel better.

and it worked. i did feel better. people's immediate reactions here were so much more like mine than anything i've seen or heard in the news. everyone i follow is sharing resources and cute animal videos and revolutionary quotes. this is still a hellsite, and i've been away too much to understand what's happening anymore, but tumblr is still my hellsite. you are still my people.

i've missed every one of you, and i'm sending you so much love and gratitude. hopefully we all make it through what comes next, together.

[sankta-starkova]

LETTERMAN

001; the auditions

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summary: the one where ej and andy reunite after years when they're cast as love interests, finally rekindling their friendship and maybe getting something else out of it as well

wordcount: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of food, mentions of having not eaten

Andy walked towards the school, tucking her navy blue skateboard under her arms before looking at her friends.

The seventeen year old girl had been best friends with Big Red and Ricky since she was their freshman year at East High, having really bonded over their love for skating.

By that point, Andy had been struggling wuth the loss of her friendship with EJ who had ignored her when he moved up to East High.

She did bump into him sometimes when they did the musicals together but she managed to avoid him and he avoided her - which hurt - but it was easy enough.

"Todays the day. Its happening," Ricky said as they approached the school. He had a wild look on his face, like he was ready for this year to be different.

"Hell yeah, junior year baby, might grow a mustache, might do a lot of things" Big Red said with enthusiasm.

She scrunched her nose up at his comment, "Yeah, I'm gonna go for the school play and get a part," she looked at Big Red, "Also, I think Ricky was talking about Nini,"

Rickey nodded, "Andy is correct. Today is the day that we start over," he said with a smile, psyching himself up.

They walked through the school towards the lockers, Ricky still babbling on about Nini. 

She never became good friends with Nini whilst he was dating Ricky but she did know the girl from the musical, she played a fork in Beauty and the Beast.

"You're sure this is gonna work?" Andy questioned, doubting that Nini would have forgiven him for not saying that he loved her.

"We texted, she sounded neutral. Nothing about bad news or needing to have a big talk, just 'hey'" he said as they manoeuvred their way through the busy halls of East High.

"Summers are no man's land, Ricky. I don't know what 'hey' means and neither do you and neither does the only female friend we have," Big Red explained, smiling at Andy.

They walked to the lockers, and thats when he spotted Nini. Ricky called out Ninis' name as she stood with Kourtney. She looked awkward, almost like she was trying to avoid him.

"Hey, um, can we talk?" Nini asked, her voice not sounding very reassuring and Ricky knew that, "I met somebody else at camp-"

His face paled as he looked at her, "Wait. Wait, is this a joke?" Ricky asked, looking at Big Red and Andy for reassurance, but they couldn't give him any.

"Still talking here," Nini said, a bitter tone to her voice, "I met someone at camp, I didn't plan for it to happen, but it happened. He was the Music Man, I was Marian, the librarian. It's called a showmance,"

"Wait, you went to librarian camp? That's a thing?" Big Red questioned, Andy hitting him on the shoulder to tell him to shut up.

She looked away from a confused Big Red and back to Ricky. His face were pale and his eyes were wide and he looked like a soldier who'd been on the battlefield for too long. He looked awful.

"Please... Tell me you're joking," Ricky said, Nini shaking her head at him.

"I'm not," she took a deep breath, looking at Ricky, "Come on, you know what you did! Or what you didn't do,"

It was silent. Everyone in the group knew exactly what had happened that day and everyone had their own opinion. The two stared at each other and Andy was ready to break off the fight when an announcement started.

"Please make your way to the gym for out annual back to school kickoff," a voice blared over the speakers, stopping the two groups from clashing.

"I don't believe this," Ricky said, shaking his head, "You're blowing me off for some theatre punk you met four weeks ago?" He sounded angry now, annoyed that she had moved on.

"Hey, I'm a theatre punk, watch you mouth," Andy said and Ricky sighed, not in the mood for her natural sarcasm today.

Nini gave Andy a look before turning back to Ricky, "You kinda dumped me!" Nini said angrily, looking at Ricky.

He sughed, exasperated, "It was a break, not a break-up," Ricky said and Nini confirmed that now they were indeed, broken up.

"Lets go Rick," she said, grabbing onto the top of his arm. He looked down at her and she shook her head.

He took one last look at Nini, the top of his lip quivering before he turned away and walked with Andy, Big Red quickly following on their tails.

They walked off, sitting in the hall as they listened to their principle babble on about all the different changes to the school - changes that didn't effect the trio at all.

"And I can announce that this year, seniors will be allowed to wear baseball hats on Fridays," the principle announced.

He looked out at the sea of bored teenagers who didn't care what he was talking about.

Andy sat there, head in her hand as she listened to Principle Gutierrez ramble on about things she didn't care about. The next thing he said made her start to pay attention.

"This year, East High has a new drama teacher with an announcement that she swore in writing, would not cost too much money," he said without any humour as a lady in her mid-thirties approached the podium.

"Why? Why do things have to change?" Ricky asked and Andy glared at him.

"Shhh, theatre is my moment Mr Bowen," she said and Big Red shot her an apologetic look.

"Some things never change," he whispered, finishing the conversation, "I've been wearing the same socks for three days,"

At Big Reds announcement, both Ricky and Andy simultaneously moved away from him, listening to the new teacher.

They watched a blonde woman in her late thirties early forties walk onto the stage, the boy who did the dances in the musicals standing with her - Carlos.

"Please hold your applause," she said before pulling a t-shirt cannon out, shooting it at some boy as she yelled 'go Wildcats'

The lady passed the t-shirt cannon to Carlos before looking out at the crowd. The boy stared at the t-shirt, looking at Ashlyn with a confused expression

"My name is Miss Jenn, and when I heard that the high school where High School Musical was shot had never staged a production of said show. I was shocked as an actress, inspired as an actress and triggered as a millenial" she explained.

Andy smiled to herself, grabbing Big Red and Rickys knees as they sat on either side of her. She was excited, hoping they'd do High School Musical. It was her favourite.

"Auditions are tomorrow after school, this show could change your lives, and I'm saying this as a background dancer from the original movie," she said before pointing to Carlos, "And meet your student choreographer, Carlos"

The bell rang and everyone walked off, Andy jumping up and down sightly as she looked at the boys.

"You're happy aren't you?" Big Red said and she nodded, throwing her hands in the air.

"Come on! High school musical! I love it," she said, a wide smile on her face, "God, to be Vanessa Hudgens,"

Big Red laughed, linking arms with her as they walked down the hallways, "Well I know you'll get a part," he reassured, "You're the best singer I know,"

She grinned. Their happy moment was ruined by Rickys grumpy and unhappy comment, "Nini loved musicals," he stated, more mumbling it to himself.

Big Red and Andy looked at one another, sharing a look before they continued their walk to their next lesson.

Andy walked over to their table at lunch to see her friends sitting there, she smiled at Big Red and Ricky. "Hey whats going o-" she said before seeing EJ Caswell sitting with Nini, his arm around her. She froze temporarily.

He pulled her in for a kiss and Andy just stood, staring at them until Ricky placed a hand on her shoulder, snapping her out of the trance.

"When did that happen?" She asked, her voice quiet. Her gaze was still focused on them as she sat down next to Ricky and Big Red.

EJ had his arm wrapped around Nini, both of them laughing and making Andy sick to her stomach.

Believe it or not, Andy has had the biggest crush on EJ Caswell since she met him when they were 4 and 5 years old. Their parents used to meet up, taking the two kids to the park to hang out.

At least that's what it was like until he got to High school, leaving her behind for popularity and water polo. It had broken her heart but it had also led her to be friends with Ricky and Big Red.

That time also introduced her to theater where she ended up playing Agnes in Gypsy, a minor role but still more than she had ever had.

"I can't believe it. Shes dating EJ Caswell," Big Red said and Andy glared at the couple from across the hall.

The two boys knew about her slight crush - okay, big crush - on EJ but both had promised not to tease about it.

"Yeah, I have eyes. I also have food that I would like to keep in my stomach,' she said, playing aimlessly with the chips on her plate.

She felt awful, sick to her stomach, at the idea of him dating Rickys ex girlfriend. She didn't know why she was so jealous.

"Co-captain of the waterpolo team, senior class treasurer, Andys crush since we were 12 years old," Big Red explained, fiddling with his straw as all three of them continued to stare creepily at Nini and EJ.

"Shut up Big Red," she said, looking down at her fries as she shoved one in her mouth, eating out her frustration.

Sure, EJ had never been hers in the first place but it still kind of hurt to see him with Nini, a sharp pain in her chest.

"I mean, what are the odds that the guy she hooks up with at camp goes to East High, and lives next door to you Andy?" Big Red asks and she slams her head on the table.

"Apparently the odds are exceptionally good," she groaned out, looking up before staring at EJ and Nini again.

"What are you gonna do Ricky?" Big Red questions, looking at his friends with a sympathetic expression.

"I don't know. No offense, but the one person I go to for advice is currently on her honeymoon in the cafeteria," Ricky said before standing up, walking out and leaving Big Red.

They both shared a look about Rickys behaviour towards the situation, watching as he walked away from the cafeteria.

Andy sighed, pushing her plate away from her, "I'm not hungry anymore," she mumbled.

Big Red looked at her, brows furrowed, "You didn't have breakfast Andy, you should eat it," he encouraged, knowing she'll complain next lesson when her stomach rumbles.

She knew he was right, "Just the chips," she said, pulling the plate back to her.

The wide grin on Big Reds face was worth it as she took a bite of the food, "Good job," he joked and she laughed, nearly choking on the food.

Andy skated back home, her headphones blaring music in her head. She had a good first day back at school but it had been overshadowed by the events including EJ Caswell.

She knew that there was very little chance of anything happening and her unrequited emotions towards her childhood friend was her problem.

"Hey Andy," a voice called out and she turned around, pulling her headphones off of her head. She stopped on her skateboard, flipping it up and holding it under her arm.

She looked around to see EJ Caswell standing there outside of his house, a smile on his face. She hated how good he looked in the fading sunlight, an orange glow over his face.

"You going for High School Musical, the musical?" He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looked at her.

"Yeah, guess you're going for Troy aren't you Caswell?" She asked as she fiddled awkwardly with the wheels on her skateboard.

This was how her conversations with him usually went, small talk outside of their house or a casual hello at family parties or conversations on stage in the musicals.

"Yeah," he ran his hand over the back of his neck, looking at her, "Well, I'll see you at auditions tomorrow,"

EJ hadn't seen her in a while, or had this long of a conversation with her and it was surprisingly nice.

That was it before he walked into his house, leaving Andy standing dumbstruck in the street.

"You coming in the house miss love struck?" A voice called out and Andy looked up to see her 23 year old brother Tommy poking his head out of the window.

She flipped him off before walking into the house, looking back one more time at EJ's house which was opposite theirs before walking inside.

Hey, I hope you all enjoyed this, let me know if you liked it. I think I'll post every other day but I might post a bit more often. If you want me to add you to the taglist, send me an ask or a comment or a message.

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[i-cant-sing]

do you know the guy that broke into drakes house and claimed to be his son? what if somebody just claims to be first lady readers long lost son or sibling???

You know who'd do that? Keigo.

Okay but imagine this: Dabi returns home from college for holidays and guess who he brings along? His college bf Keigo.

Now First Lady is glad that her son has found someone but she is definitely wary of Keigo (as are most mothers) because she doesn't want anyone to be using her kids to get closer to the President or get money or fame (people have done that in the past).

So, First Lady is looking wary of Keigo and often giving him the cold shoulder because it just sit doesn't right with her the way he constantly sings her praises, tries to follow her around the house, makes his dislike for Kai a little obvious, always tells her how he wishes to be a part of a family such as Dabi's and that he'd do anything for the sake of family.

Its weird, Keigo is weird. Now, reader doesnt want to be one of those bitch helicopter moms that stand in the way of their children's happiness, but Dabi looks so unbothered with how much Keigo hangs off his shoulder, and you don't like the crazy, almost cult worshipper type of look in Keigo's eyes every time he sees you.

You want to talk to Kai about it, but you feel it'd be in vain since your husband has been constantly trying to get your kids out of the house. Himiko doesn't like commitment so she goes through a lot of guys, saying she'll let them know when she finds "the one". Tomura doesn't leave his room often, so its hard for him to get dates. You and Kai have definitely tried to fix him up with someone, but they more often than not end up taking advantage of Tomura's wealth. Not to mention, Tomura has indicated quite a few times that he's not really interested in leaving you. And Dabi? He's always been a playboy, so its nice to see him get a s/o, but there's just way too many red flags about Keigo, that Dabi (or anyone else for that matter) isnt willing to see.

Maybe you're just going crazy. Kai does have that effect on people.

For now, all you can do is keep an eye out for Keigo, try to make Dabi understand why you don't like Keigo, make Tomura go on dates, ask Himiko if she uses protection, and make Kai use protection because you're too tired to cater to his breeding kink.

[lollytea]

what (human) social media do you think the hexaquad uses/is on. Because personally I think Luz is weird and bi enough that she would use tumblr and completely commit to the goncharov bit

Luz absolutely uses tumblr as her primary socmed and she has an intimate relationship with the nature of its insanity. She's the one the others ask when they stumble across an utterly incomprehensible meme and Luz will be like "Okay so basically the origin of eeby deeby is--"

She has two blogs. One for art and one for reblogs/fandom/shitposting. She used to have a twitter but she deleted it some time during the Thanks to Them montage because she was dealing with too much bullshit to tolerate the cesspool. She has an Instagram that she uses exclusively for posting art.

Oh and ao3. How could I forget ao3?

I feel like Amity is completely uninterested in human social media. Out of all the kids, she's the only one who didn't really find a specific hobby/interest during her time in gravesfield. She's already got a pensta and she likes how it's tailored for witch society. She'd have no interest in Instagram or twitter or shit like that. BUT she would absolutely go apeshit once she discovers the Good Witch Azura fandom in the Human Realm. (Literally NOBODY back home even knew what those books were.) She doesn't understand the memes and shitposts or general culture but Amity would absolutely have a fandom specific tumblr. She mostly just reblogs from Luz. An ao3 too of course <3

Willow used pensta for general teen reasons like selfies and socializing with her friends before she came to Gravesfield but now that she's developed an interest in photography? Oh that girl's account is gonna get such a glo up. She'd have an Instagram too. She actually becomes pretty popular on both accounts. Not ✨️Influencer✨️ status but she's gained quite a following of humans and witches alike.

I like to imagine that she also has a Pinterest. Idk she strikes me as somebody who'd enjoy collecting aesthetic pics and making boards. For the same reason she also has a tumblr that's mostly aesthetic with the occasional feral little reblog like this thrown in

Gus is a tiktok kid!!! Gus is SUCH a tiktok kid!!! I could also see him having a YouTube channel where he posts deranged little vlogs (in this universe Gus13 does not exist or its after it happened and only adds more fuel to the fire.) A twitch too maybe?? I could see him streaming. Basically I just think Gus would be drawn to all the video-focused social media.

I think he'd have a twitter too where he tweets his insane little thoughts and it actually blows up in popularity because people think it's a parody account.

Also....he would read Wikipedia religiously and eventually get banned from making his own edits.

Ok ok ok ok I think it would be so funny if Hunter got his penstagram account back in ASIAS, got so excited about finally having a regular teen experience but after a year or so once he's become well acquainted with pensta culture he's like "Well. This sucks."

So basically

Back when Hunter got a scroll, he followed Willow and that was that. He never followed anyone else. He has never posted anything. He can't even be convinced to follow any more of his friends. Not even Gus. He has notifications on for when Willow posts. He pops in to like them and then he fucks off again. People have forgotten that Hunter even has an account.

But when it comes to human socmed OHHHHH....

I want to say he has a devianart. But I'm not sure because I'm pretty sure that devianart is a husk of its former self. So he probably just has a tumblr. Hunter has not yet learned that you can make seperate blogs for all your different interests so his blog is a cluttered mess of his whole autistic self Cosmic Frontier brainrot, wolves, anime, the occasional embroidery pics that Willow tags him in.

Also he would be on neopets.

BONUS CHARACTERS:

Camila is on Facebook and Instagram. Also after the events of the series she gradually begins to rediscover the Cosmic Frontier message boards she used to frequent back when Manny was still alive. They brought back memories of her grief for the longest time but she's beginning to once again embrace her love for the series. She's even reconnected with some old online friends <3

Vee would have all the Normal Human Teenage Girl Social Media. She mostly uses twitter, Instagram and Pinterest. She also stays active on Facebook just to like her mom's posts.

Mattholomule would use reddit. Don't disagree with me I'm right.

[sumzysworld]

Seokjin× oc /reader ,abo fic arranged marriage courtship to finally in love stages ,maybe a display of abo dynamics and possessiveness that comes with it ,Jin isn't usually protrayed as the possessive type so i really wanted to see this version of him,maybe scenes of their life together ,okay i have demanded too much ,please go ahead and weave your magic ~Grindelwald

Hey, Grindelwald Anon! Hope you like this. It's been a while since you asked but here you go

Seokjin x OC

A/B/O dynamics

Lucky you're mine.

Warnings: misogynistic world, stereotypes, corporate assholery, heavy putting, Seokjin is a dreamboat

You must really thank your stars, you were lucky.

Lucky that the one your Alpha parents zeroed in was him,

Lucky that he listened, genuinely

Lucky that he took an interest in your ideas

Lucky that he took you seriously

Without belittling you even once.

And most of all,

You were lucky because he was so nice.

----

There was no way you could predict how your relationship with your Alpha would go. Giving a laundry list of Prince Charming rules was ridiculous.

You thought of the relationships you saw, the marriages that resulted, your own parents' example... and eventually went back to them with just one word. He needed to be a considerate man.

Your parents looked at each other thoughtfully. Consideration wasn't something they could tick off like a questionnaire. They had to dig around slowly.

To be honest you were surprised he showed up at your arranged dates, considered you on his radar, and when he finally confirmed to both sets of parents that, yes, he would be courting you seriously with marriage in mind.

You probably spent a good number of days in disbelief.

Not that you had much experience in courting per se, that was left to your more personable omegaean compatriots

Maybe it was the way the schmoozing put you off or the underhanded conversations you heard all too often around Alphas, berating omega for being cunning, manipulative, seductive, getting under their skin...all while having omegas to go home to. They assumed you as a kid wouldn't really understand. Who knew you'd take it to heart?

So yeah, you made a concerted effort to do something else since then. Building up a serious interest in architecture as a kid, sitting long hours perfecting this design and that, you eschewed social occasions

It was of no surprise that your social skills sucked big time.

Your father's connections helped you get an internship at an architecture firm once. An experience you looked forward to, a chance to finally be seen and design something meaningful at scale. And so you worked your ass off, only to find that work was simply given to you to keep you busy. That the ones responsible were somebody else, confident alphas, personable betas, who'd already dealt with everything and raised their eyebrows in surprise when you turned up with a significant chunk of work.

They'd gotten a bit convinced since, and gave you minor tasks since then. Sometimes, you were called to the table, but that meant nothing really. You realised you were simply a vase there. And the grown boys' club was not much different from the ones you overheard through childhood really

You couldn't help but be a bit suspicious. Why you, when he could have all the trophy women he could ask for? His chiseled perfect looks, dry sense of humor and considerate behavior made him nothing short of a prize catch.

So yes, Seokjin was extremely different. And that left you feeling a bit off kilter.

---------------

It was custom for Alphas to give significant gifts to the omega they were courting. You had often seen entire instagram pages dedicated to the gradual unveiling of ostentatious monstrosities that would leave said alpha puffing satisfied, and omegas squealing.

Seokjin handed you an envelope.

It was a job offer as a junior architect at Min & Park, an upcoming architecture firm known for their avant garde bohemian work in the city.

You thanked him with a smile.

Your smile became genuine when you walked into Min and Park with your portfolio and simply got brushed off by Mr Min brusquely with a "we'll talk later, take that and get to work" and before you knew it, you were presenting your design to an appreciative firm and an even happier client later.

When you recounted the experience to Seokjin (he insisted you start calling him Jin, but you needed to earn that, right?), he gave you a happy crinkled smile, telling you that Min and Park were like that, known for being less talk more action.

It suited you just fine.

Your dates weren't typical. Long hours at work would typically tire you out and you'd step out in the dark hours of the night to find Seokjin leaning against his car, nursing a smoke - the first vice you saw in him, not counting his terrible jokes.

He'd take your bag, head to some quiet spot in the city where he'd present you with a box of mouthwatering packed food, and you'd stare at the twinkling skyline, bellies full, content.

If life could be like this...it would be bliss.

---------------

You didn't know too much about Seokjin's own background, to be honest. Enough to know he was a founder turned director in a Multinational food firm, had very particular habits and by God, was he one of the most considerate alphas you'd met.

He didn't impose, didn't boss you around and expect you to fall in line, listen first...

And when he fixed his warm dark eyes on you, looking at you as though you, the uncoordinated socially awkward potato, were the most fascinating thing on the planet,

You had no reason to say no to him really.

His family...was different.

His father too had a large firm (you were surprised to know which firm), and his mother was a former beauty queen (you found it odd that she approved of you, but yes, sometimes miracles happen and you can't question them)

His brother had his own restaurant. And all of them were wildly eccentric.

And in reality you were shocked by the amount of freedom you had. Most omegas had ti report their every move to their alphas who organized and coordinated their daily lives to the T. Sometimes you wondered if it was because of come kind of obligation, or maybe Seokjin didn't care that much.

You chalked it down to being a no-threat potato and that was that. You weren't the trophy mate material.

---------------

So you were pretty surprised at what transpired.

It started small.

A project came in for Min and Park, and they deemed you good enough to handle it on your own. Apparently the prospective clients saw your work and felt it to be just their style.

So you'd labored over the design and the proposals with Mr Min and proudly appeared to present it to the clients.

Walking into a boardroom filled with crisp suited alphas and betas was a bit intimidating. The air clogged with their vibes and you noticed a significant shift in the air as Mr Min passed the Mike to you when your turn came to present.

You chugged on, trying not to buckle under their intense stares.

Soon, you got separated from Mr Min as he was led away to handle the contract and you were left in the room to answer their questions about the design. You were surprised at the particular attention Mr Yi, the clients' rep started showering.

You considered this project your first professional win. But once you got to work, things took a turn.

Mr Yi and his team were never satisfied. They'd pull out issue after issue, backtrack on things they previously agreed on, which led you to repeatedly meet the client time after time, often poring over things in their offices late into the night.

Seokjin expressed his dissatisfaction a few times. It wasn't safe, he said. You tried to pacify him, saying it was for your career and you didn't merit special treatment by virtue of being an omega.

When you weren't outside your office for the fifth time in 2 weeks, Seokjin's patience ran thin.

He found out who your client was, and went livid.

You found him waiting for you outside the client's office, in a full suit this time, looking grim in the dead of the night. You'd been laboring over some new revisions alone with Mr Yi's team and working holed up in a room with a bunch of alphas like that left you frazzled.

You wanted nothing more than to have a hot bath and get those scents off you.

Descending the stairs to meet Seokjin as he looked pissed, eyes fixed on you and then moving to Mr Yi standing behind you, gaze hardening.

With a firmly set jaw, he grabbed onto yiur elbow, pulled you close and wrapped his arm around you, tucking you into his side.

You couldn't see the staredown they had, gazes set for a good few moments before it appeared Mr Yi walked away first, the click of his footsteps dying out in the distance.

When you raised your head questioningly, he nosed along your temple to soothe your concern.

There's nothing to worry about, sweet girl. You'll be okay, he said to you.

I'll give him something to worry about, he thought darkly to himself.

--------

Instead of taking you to your place he brought you to his.

An understated luxurious bungalow surrounded by a tall treed yard, it's levels evening out in the distance. You hardly had time to marvel at its lovely architecture before he ushered you inside a cozy bedroom, brought out a set of pajamas and a big towel, and ushered her into the bathroom.

Pushing her against the sink counter before the mirror, he cupped her face jn his hands, eyes closed, forehead resting against hers, breathing deeply. This was probably the one instance she noticed Jin being a bit overbearing.

"______, I'm sorry. Just..."

"Did it bother you? At the clients' place?"

He didn't answer, continuing to breathe deeply. She knew they'd touched on something sensitive.

The silence continued for another while before he replied, "...you're okay."

She felt grateful for it. For not touching upon that boundary.

His hands travelled down her shoulders to her elbows, before he leaned in to a serious, powerful kiss, traveling over her lips, breathing her in and not letting go.

His kisses travelled down her chin, her cheeks, as she gasped, leaving tiny nibbles and locks down the column of her throat, nearly blanking her out

She didn't register when he moved them both into the shower, letting hot water cascade down their clothed selves as he busied himself with kissing her, up her jaw, cheeks , hair and back to her lips again .

She softened and yielded, as he got busy unbuttoning them out of their sopping wet clothes, thr water washing away unwelcome scents engulfing them in each other. He didn't let go of his embrace through out.

-----

Jin prided himself in his self control. He was an alpha of values and would rather defend his promises over something momentary.

She worked hard. He'd be an asshole to ruin it.

But the sight of his fiancee curled up next to him in his hoodie and shorts, blissful in dreamland, bearing his hickeys and seeking him out instinctively in her sleep loosened a knot in his chest he didn't know was there. The feeling of her soft skin the look in her widened eyes before she yielded imprinted themselves in his mind.

They didn't go too far last night. He was yet to throw her a massive wedding, and give her his mark, after all. He made up some excuse with her parents to have her stay over.

He was SO going to make her keep his Hoodie.

---------

The next meeting you walked into you were surprised to meet a new Client Rep.

He informed you that Mr Yi unfortunately had to be pulled into a bigger project so he will be taking over instead.

It was one of the smoothest meetings you had with them.

And as you walked out of their office with your approvals in record time, you caught a glimpse of Mr Yi and his boys' club, holed up in a glassy conference room, red faced, ties askew, clearly in big trouble.

The logo of a major food brand on their desk caught your eye.

Things go full circle.

[curseofbreadbear]

[Maybe it was a lucky coincidence that Gregory had managed to catch this kid on the cameras -- a flicker of movement, before opening and hiding inside of a closet. If he hadn't known any better, he might have chalked it up to ghosts -- but really, ghosts haunting a Pizzaplex? He wasn't that dumb. That sounded like something out of a video game.]

[Instead of dismissing it, he'd courageously gone to investigate; if it was an animatronic, it wouldn't be hiding or messing with closets, right? Maybe it was somebody else who'd gotten themselves stuck here, not unlike Gregory. In that case, maybe he could help. Freddy was all about selfless acts like that, and if this kid had an actual home to return to, then escaping would be in his best interest.]

[Upon opening the closet and getting a glimpse at the kid inside, he could immediately see that that wasn't the case. In fact, it looked like he might have been here for days or even weeks -- longer than Gregory. He looked malnourished, raggedy, and above all: terrified. Immediately, Gregory got the sense that returning home wasn't an option...but neither was cramming himself inside closets for the rest of his life. At least Gregory had Freddy...]

[...Maybe Gregory could be a "Freddy" for this kid, too. Speaking of which...]

[That bear he was clutching to his chest looked an awful lot like Glamrock Freddy -- a factoid that Gregory eagerly used as an opener. At the very least, it got the kid to speak, but not much...the way he clung to his "Freddy" spoke volumes, though, as did that flinch. Gregory backed off a bit, trying to look less imposing.]

❝ Y'know, Freddy's my favorite, too. ❞ [He spoke gently and encouragingly, hoping that even the tiniest commonality between them would establish a bond.] ❝ I've never had a plush of him, but I have met him! What about you? ❞ [Those Photo Passes seemed pretty common...either that, or Gregory's pass-thievery happened to come on a particularly lucky night. Maybe this kid had gotten to see how nice Freddy was, too.]

@curseofbreadbear​ ashed: “That’s what your bear is, right? An off-brand Freddy?” -gregory for blue bc this line gave me brainrot

How long had it been since he woke up in the mall’s hallowed halls?  Blue didn’t have an exact answer, didn’t help thinking too hard about things, gave him a headache, but he had survived well enough without being seen.  His hair a mess, stolen bandages covering his knees, a missing shoe, and an oversized stolen shirt covering up his shorts that had seen better days.

Worse for wear but surviving, and that’s all that mattered to him while he tried to figure out who he was and why he was here. Out of all the things that could have found him, from dancing rabbits to animatronics, he was rather shocked to see another kid open up the door to his closet hideaway. Unaware of both Gregory and the boys’ access to the cameras. So here they were now , a small kid shaking in the corner and a barely older boy trying to make conversation to get him less afraid. A yellow bear stolen a few nights ago from the displays clutched tightly under one of his arms.

“I..I d-don’t I-….I g-g-guess.”

He flinches when he manages to get the stuttered answer out, and clutches onto the bear just a bit tighter. 

[worldismyne]

I Do (Chapter 4)

Summary: Finn’s mother is fed up with Harv’s family being seemingly immune to her attempts to curse their family. So, if magic alone can’t make them miserable, maybe her son can stir up enough chaos to ruin their happily ever after?

Anything to stop that peasant’s stupid wedding.

(AU Fic: Finn is 18, Harv is 19)

Pairing: Harv x Finn

Rating: T (Suggestive) [I thought I could handle M, but I can't sorry]

Series: Warrior U

AN: Thank you @bluepingpong for betaing ♡

Ao3 link

Finn was sitting in his lounge chair on the back patio of his gothic home, drinking from blue bottles like it was nobody's business. Because it was nobody's business that he may have drank a love potion by accident and it was nobody's business that the first antidote hadn't worked. It was definitely nobody's business that he was mixing elixirs and still feeling sorry for himself despite using multiple types of anti-love potions, amnesia spells, and alcohol. So he shouldn't feel the need to be outside hiding from his own nosey mother who'd want to know why he came up empty handed again. Not that she would punish him for failing or anything; she'd just want to find out what's wrong and fix it.

That was worse for some reason.

He had set a few plans in motion to fix this whole wedding situation. Not because he was desperate or anything, that would be ridiculous, laughable even. The quicker he took care of the situation, the happier everyone would be. It really was in everyone's best interest that Harv be single for the foreseeable future. Finn took another swing of the vile combination of potions.

Still nothing.

At least the garden looked nice this time of year.

"Why are you doing this?" That sounded like Harv's voice! Finn sat up and stared at the bottle in shock, maybe he shouldn't be experimenting when he was upset. "Over here?" Finn looked up and there was the warrior standing in his yard. Any joy Finn could have gained was swallowed by embarrassment when he remembered he was in his 'pity me' robe. How could he ever hope Harv to take him seriously when he saw him wearing this tatty old thing that was shapeless and swallowed him like a blanket? He looked up; mother would be able to see him from her window.

"Come closer."

"Oh no, I'm not falling for that again." Harv shook his head.

"Just like- two, maybe three steps; just get into the shadow of the building before somebody sees you!" Finn let out a sigh of relief after Harv begrudgingly took a few steps closer. "Now then," Finn relaxed a little, trying to maintain some scrap of decorum, "what was it you wanted to ask me about?"

"I have tried to be kind about this, but I've been clear. I'm going to marry Audrey." Finn flinched. "What you did went against my wishes and put yourself in danger. So, before things escalate any further, just tell me what you did exactly."

"...exactly?" Finn played with the cap on his bottle. "You wouldn't believe me, even if I told you."

"Try me."

"I'm a witch, sort of." Finn declared with as much pride as he could muster, considering he spent most of his life trying to be a bard.

"I know." Harv looked up at the pink plaster bricks, a monument to the obvious. "That's how I was able to find you. My whole family knows where you live. Including, oh I don't know, my ex-witch hunter dad." Was that what started this all? His whole life his mother had been desperate to make the little goat farm crumble under her feet, Finn hadn't given much thought to what the initial cause was. After all, this was the woman that cursed someone to have bad hair for putting pickles in her salad. He could tell Harv was frustrated. Quite frankly, he was a little frustrated with their circumstances too.

"You knew who I was?" At any point, Harv could have accused him of casting some kind of spell or exposed him to the town, but he didn't. He treated Finn like anyone else. "When did you figure it out?"

"I've known the whole time." Harv said. "You didn't even try to hide who you were." Finn set down his bottle and crossed his arms in defiance.

"I did too! I spent a lot of time crafting a disguise spell that would make me look like your ideal paramour, but it didn't- Oh." Harv already knew of him before they met. Maybe it had been in passing or through hearsay, but Harv was fully aware of Finn's existence. "It didn't need to change anything to suit your tastes." That's why the spell barely changed anything; Harv's type happened to include deviant witches if the flush to his cheeks was any confirmation. "You really don't mind?" He twirled the tie to his robe around his fingers in aimless patterns. "I've been trying to avoid using magic, but if it's something you'd prefer..." Harv turned an even deeper shade of red.

"For the last time, that's not the issue Finn." Harv sighed. "In the past if I had thought, for a second, that you would have had a sincere interest towards me; maybe it'd be a different story. But I've made a promise to Audrey and I plan to see it through. Now, what did you do?" Finn twisted the robe tie so tight his hands turned white. He looked down at his lap.

"I'm sure your brother's already told you about the bribe." Finn could feel Harv's irritation at him grow. "The tailor's guild, I gave them instructions to leave needles in the corset of the bridal gown to delay the procession. Any food served that's a brilliant red you should stay clear of; it could make you sick. There's also flash paper in the bouquet, it makes things catch on fire if it gets close to light. I may have also hinted to a few ladies in the, erm, red light district there'd be a huge gathering of people tomorrow." With each confession, Finn winced. There was no other word for it now, he was desperate, and it showed. All he could do is hope Harv didn't utterly despise him afterward. "If I can't ruin the wedding, Mother's going to try to kill your precious Audrey, so you're welcome." The wedding was in less than twenty-four hours, maybe enough time to undo all the little strings Finn pulled, but hopefully not. Hopefully Harv would see this was the lesser of two evils and just let it go.

"Anything else?" Harv's tone was cold as ice.

"Don't get married." Finn finally looked at him. The once kind warrior, now defensive in his stance, his arms crossed tight across his chest looking away with a steely scowl. Finn thought he didn't have a part of his heart left to break, but he felt it now. "Not because of me or mother; but for yourself. I've read about families that will annul a marriage if there isn't a child in time." Finn's voice was gentle, but still Harv bristled at his words. "And when I told Audrey about... us, she didn't mind in the slightest. She'll probably expect the same from you. If you're going to force yourself to get married out of convenience, it should at least be with someone who'll care for you."

"Audrey cares for people in her own way." That was the hollowest reasoning Finn had ever heard, but he was already on thin ice and he knew it. Still, he couldn't help himself.

"So do I." Harv turned away and left without another word.

-v-

Harv had been raised on cautionary tales his entire life. It had seemed his father wanted to prepare him for every possible trick in the book that any evil doer might try in an attempt to do harm to his sons. The heroes in those stories had always been steadfast in their virtues, strong enough to fight any battle and just as kind. His favorites had always been the stories where the hero was tempted to leave the quest. Regardless of how much the hero longed for a simpler life, or whatever alternative he was offered, he'd always see through the facade and make the right choice.

Though now, Harv wondered, if what drew him to these stories was the lack of blame shown to the victims in these scenarios. Yes, obviously praise was awarded to the hero who could pull through, but it was never their fault for getting swept away. How could they not when they were being offered everything they ever wanted.

Real life wasn't so cut and dry, even if his father seemed to think otherwise.

Five years prior, he had faced a similar test. Surrounded by a lavish lifestyle, in a role he wasn't suited for, told to wait until someone would come to his aid. Each time he almost woke up, he'd catch a glimpse of a blonde-haired figure between the rows of mirrors and found himself trying to catch their attention instead of escaping; it nearly killed him. If Audrey hadn't found his body when she did, he very well would have died. Even then, half mad from asphyxiation, his proposal was for some phantom from an illusion; not the woman bringing him back from the brink of death. He had failed the test in every way possible. All punctuated by the fact that Audrey, bless her heart, vowed to keep his secrets and did so without judgment.

It wasn't until he came home that night, battered and bruised, that his father told him the truth. Their family was constantly being targeted by the town witch; a cunning, vindictive, and relentless sorceress that would stop at nothing until her family was more powerful than the crown itself. They were almost mythic in nature, an albino woman who never seemed to age and her blonde siren-like child; they were people to be feared not enchanted by.

It didn't help, that as he got older, rumors would trickle down from the palace about young men getting ensnared by the witch's next of kin and his tricks. Not just any young men either. The kingdom's strongest knight was deceived by a series of lavender scented letters he thought had come from the princess. A world-renowned bard, found his new muse had warped all of his love songs into mourning covers of themselves with a bitter rejection. If memory served correctly, his mandolin was broken in front of the court along with his heart. Any young man who had everything to lose might find themselves the target of the illusive witch's son. Just as he had as a child, Harv found himself fascinated with these stories. How people could find themselves losing their way over the echo of a person, not even a single physical touch. It certainly made him feel less ashamed of his past errors.

Finn never put himself in a position that left him vulnerable during these little games of his. He'd pose as a lover reaching out from across the seas, or an opera singer, or any number of untouchable roles that kept him at an arm's distance. He played the part of a theoretical love, never close enough to share a dance with someone, let alone hold or kiss. All theatrics culminating in a climax of humiliation and chaos. Or so the stories would go. It was easy to say, in those scenarios, he wouldn't fall for the same trick twice.

Maybe that's why Finn had felt the need to approach him in person, to put them in a position where physical touch was inevitable. It wasn't because he was special, no, he was just wiser to their tricks then the average nobleman. He couldn't let himself destroy everything again just for the hope that this time, the figure behind the mirrors would turn around and look at him. Chasing after Finn almost killed him before; it didn't matter that the tables had turned, or that Finn never approached him as someone else, or that he hadn't lied to Harv once when asked a direct question. At the end of the day, no matter how much he yearned for Finn's attention to be genuine, it had to be a trick.

He dumped the last of the candied fruit into the trash, apples, he should have noticed earlier. His mother was still hard at work searching for needles in the bridal dress, ever the optimist, cheering each time they got another 'free' needle. If all these attempts at sabotage were real, the chances Audrey's life would be endangered should the ceremony take place seemed equally likely.

"Maybe we should delay the wedding." Harv said.

"And give her more time to prepare!? Absolutely not!" Roland threw the bouquet into the hearth, a surge of flame followed. "This family has never backed down because of that witch's threats, and we won't start now!"

"But Audrey..."

"We have two generations of soldiers in attendance." Roland laughed. "You think one woman stands a chance against two armies?" He pondered for a moment. "Clo, we did say bring your own sword on the invitations, didn't we?"

"Of course." Clover hummed. "There! All prickle free." She stood up and stretched out her back. "We've done all that we can; there's no use worrying now you two. We have a big day tomorrow and everyone needs their rest." Harv watched helplessly as they shuffled off to bed. That nauseous feeling was back tenfold. They weren't listening to him, they didn't want to hear the wedding might be a bad idea, didn't want to hear that Harv was wanting to do something else in light of the witch's involvement. He had no choice in the matter.

He numbly walked to his little room at the side of the house, the second night he'd spend in it. Everything was exactly the same, the walls were barren, and the hearth was full of ash. His nightshirt was folded up next to his jacket on the bed where they had been this morning. It all felt so empty now that he was here alone. On his own, he could pretend someone warm was wrapped up in his arms instead of a cold pillow. That the faint smell of lavender was radiating off of someone's skin instead of lingering on his clothes and the sheets. Who was he even trying to kid, he only knew one person that bothered to scent themselves with expensive oils, and it didn't suit anyone else.

He had held strong in the face of temptation, but it felt so much like losing. He hoped Audrey would be forgiving and wordlessly understanding if lavender never entered the house again. He didn't know how to explain why it made him want to cut his heart out with a knife. As the night soldiered on, Harv finally slipped into a dreamless slumber.

[miss-smutty]

The Destructive Secret

Chapter 4

Summary- You've got a secret to hide and it's going to cause complete and utter devastation. It's only so long until your lies are going to catch up to you.

Pairing- Chris Hems x Reader x Liam Hems

Word count- 2,211

Warnings- Smut, swearing, angst, cheating

18+ Only!!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 29th June 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @mostly-marvel-musings @longlostinanotherworld

>The Destructive Secret Masterlist<

"No not married but you do know her. You know her really well actually." Chris says while avoiding your gaze purposefully...

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife, silence so acute you could hear a pin drop. Liam waiting for an answer, Chris looking at his feet and you looking visibly anxious. Chris had drank way too much and now he was about to let all of your secrets loose. This isn't the way you want Liam to find out, surely Chris wouldn't be so cruel.

"I suppose you're not gonna tell me who it is?" 

"Not just yet, see how we go." He looked at you, if he so much as even looked slightly smug you would have slapped him right across his face. Instead you could see the hurt in his eyes, tears welling in the corners. You're both faced with an impossible dilemma, Chris wants you all to himself but doesn't want to lose his brother in the process and you want it all over and done with but don't want to hurt Liam. The latter of both is inevitable but you would take all the blame just so Chris didn't have to lose his brother, given the choice you would lose them both just so that didn't happen.

"Well on that note, I need to go to bed. I've gotta be up early in the morning." You avoid Chris' gaze, you're angry with him but you don't want to cause him more pain. 

"Yeah me too. I better get going. Thank you for dinner Y/N, it was lovely."

You risk a short glance at him, you're eyes softening when they meet. The moment broken when Liam speaks, reminding you where you are and who you're with right at this moment in time.

"Are you for real? You're really going to drop a bombshell like that and then leave? Fuck man." Liam runs his hand through his hair, letting air out of his cheeks exasperatedly.

"Sorry bro, I'll save the excitement for another night. I've said too much already." Chris apologises with his eyes as he passes you, his hands twitching by his side's with the need to touch you.

                             ******************

The next morning when you wake, your heart sinks knowing all the turmoil you're going to have to go through just to make it to the hotel without being spotted. All the messing about and hiding you have to do, checking in under a false name at different times. Making sure nobody follows you to the hotel and especially no one follows Chris. Getting caught checking into the same hotel would be dreadful, it wouldn't take a genius for the press to put two and two together, they wouldn't even care if it was true or not as long as they sold copies.

"Right babe, I'm ready to go." You pull your suitcase towards the door, stopping to wrap your arms around Liam.

"Have a good time, I'll see you soon." Wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and lifting your feet from the ground in a squeezy hug. "I'll miss you." 

"I'll miss you too, bye babe." 

"Bye. Love you. Let me know when you get checked in." He kisses you goodbye before watching you leave.

"Will do, Love you." You say over your shoulder, climbing into your silver, Audi convertible.

This is the part you hate the most, the part that made you question whether it was all worth it. It was, of course or you wouldn't be doing it, you wouldn't put yourself through having to pretend to be somebody else and praying your not caught by anyone. It only takes one person to notice you and Chris in the same hotel and it's over. You imagine having an affair is hard work whatever your circumstances but when your boyfriend and your lover are as famous as they are it becomes impossible. It's terrifying. 

You spent the car journey constantly checking your mirrors and making sure you weren't being followed. A huge sunhat and even bigger sunglasses covering your face as your heart beated faster than you thought was possible. A couple of laps around the hotel, making doubly sure you weren't being followed before you finally pulled into the carpark.

You had to constantly think, you couldn't let your guard drop for even a moment and it was exhausting. You were ready for it to be over and done with now, this just isn't fun anymore. Maybe you could run away together and start a new life somewhere else. Which one would you pick though? Who are you ready to give up? Would there even be an option to choose? Would Liam even be willing to forgive you if he knew you were sleeping with his brother? In love with his brother.

Your heart beating out of your chest, your fight or flight well and truly kicking in now as you walk up to the front desk. If there's any recognition in the receptionists eyes you're ready to turn right around and leave. The girl behind the desk, with long blonde hair has her eyes on the computer In front of her, thankfully not paying you much attention as you stand and wait for her to finish.

"Hi I'd like to book a room for two nights please." You stutter nervously, subconsciously checking over your shoulder while you spoke.

"Of course, is it just for yourself?" 

"Yes please, I'm just here for a work conference. I'd like a double bed if possible though, I haven't been able to sleep in a single since I was young." You giggle nervously, embarrassed that you'd told her information she isn't even slightly interested in.

"No problem, I'll see what I have for you." Her eyes barely left her computer as she spoke, she definitely didn't recognise you. The tension in your muscles relaxed a little as your eyes scanned the lobby.

"What name is it please?" She asked, one of the moments you'd been dreading. You hate lying but luckily you'd already come up with the fake name you were using, one you'd already used many times before in the exact same situation. It never gets any easier.

"Jessica Crawley." The names tumbled from your lips, names that had absolutely no meaning to you. 

"Room 101, floor 5. Is there anything else I can help you with?" 

"No thank you, that's great." The overwhelming feeling of relief at completing step one without any problems, rushes over you. Adrenaline spiking, making your legs feel like jelly.

"You're welcome, enjoy your stay. Don't hesitate to let me know if you have any questions." The girl says, smiling sweetly at you before going back to her work.

The elevator seemed to take forever to make its way down to you, your feet shuffling as you watched the numbers above the door, counting down. The overwhelming need to get to privacy and away from the many prying eyes of the people in the lobby was severe. Most were business men and women, that were so consumed in themselves they weren't paying special attention to anyone around them. There were also young couples, making their way through the lobby, probably on their way for lunch but the people that worried you the most were the random loners sat in the armchairs scattered around the lobby. They'd chosen the perfect place to watch, some pretending to read newspapers while their eyes discreetly scanned over the top.

They were much more inquisitive, much like yourself they paid more attention to the people around them. People watchers you liked to call them, these are the sorts of people that make you nervous. They see everything, noticing any minor details, you'd spent a lifetime perfecting 'people watching' which is how you knew to be wary. You could pretty much judge a person's personality just by watching them for a couple of minutes. If anyone was to spot you it would be one of these people. You felt thankful you weren't Chris, there is absolutely no way he was going to make it to the elevator without being seen at least once.

                             *******************

Chris didn't feel quite as nervous as you, this was a every day occurance in his life, avoiding paparazzi was near impossible for him. As long as you weren't seen going in to the hotel then it wouldn't matter about him being seen. Still, he'd worn his baseball cap and sunglasses to at least try and hide his identity. He wasn't nervous about being seen but more about having to face you after his fuck up last night. Now that thought was way more intimidating to him.

Casually strolling into the hotel, he tried to ignore the whispers of the people around him. People questioning if it was really him, young girls barely out of high school giggling at the sight of him. Chris quietly prayed that he would make it up to the room without anyone asking for a photo, not that he usually minded but today all he wanted was to spend every possible minute with you as he could.

The receptionist tried to make a fuss when his identity was confirmed during check in. The pale skin of the same blonde girl who'd checked you in, had turned a rather bright shade of red when she heard Chris' sexy Australian accent. You wouldn't blame her, it still makes you swoon whenever you heard him speak.

"I'm fine honestly, I don't want any special treatment. Actually if I could get away with going completely unnoticed during my stay, I will speak to your boss myself and tell them how accomodating you'd been." 

"Oh wow, really? Thank you so much Mr Hemsworth. I will make sure nobody bothers you and if you need anything at all just give me a call, I'll make sure you won't have to leave your room for anything." Chris smiled, pretending not to notice how she seemed to be flirting with him, badly. Tossing her hair over shoulder as she insinuated not so subtly for him to let her know if he wanted any 'special' treatment. Again, you don't blame the girl, infact you would've commended her confidence.

She handed over the keys to the penthouse, watching bright eyed as he walked to the elevator, pulling out his phone as he stepped straight in. 

"Hi babe, I've booked the penthouse suite, meet me up there?" Smiling a tight lipped smile at the girl behind the desk, who was still watching him intently as the elevator doors closed.

"Ok, it isn't very inconspicuous staying in the penthouse is it?" You shouldn't be surprised, he does it everytime. You remember the first time you ever saw a penthouse and how amazed you were that it was actually bigger than your own home at the time. That was a memory you shared with Liam, all of your first times had been with Liam, the thought made your heart sink.

"I mean they knew who I was as soon as I walked in, I think it would look more suspicious if I didn't stay in a suite." Chris answered, pulling you from your thoughts.

"I suppose that's true, I'll be up soon." You could hear the sadness in your voice, something you had to snap out of before meeting Chris.

"Good because I can't wait to get my hands on you." 

Sinking back onto the spongey mattress of your bed, tiredness washing over you already. The mental exhaustion of constantly having to play games and be on your guard at all times, catching up to you as you're finally alone.

Maybe that's what you need afterall, a chance to be alone to gather your thoughts, to workout your own needs and wants without spreading your attention between the two brothers.

You make a mental list of the pros and cons of both of them knowing deep down if Liam were the one for you, you'd have never have looked twice at Chris. They were so similar in a lot of ways but completely different in others.

Liam was the sweetest man you knew, so gentle and caring, attentive to your every whim and being so young when you first got together he was everything you were looking for.

Now being a woman that has gone through so much trauma in her life that had tainted your soul, darkened it with a lust for more.

Then Chris came along, he was still sweet and caring but less attentive to your needs unless it was in the bedroom. He was cheeky and funny, drop dead gorgeous and oozing manliness effortlessly. He was fire and passion. He was more. 

If you let yourself admit it, you wanted excitement, which is how you ended up here in the first place. You didn't want perfect anymore, you wanted a man who could do wrong and then make up for it in the most fulfilling way he knew how. Just thinking about it made your pulse race, Chris had put you through hell last night and now it was time for payback. You imagined Chris only a couple of floors above you, worried about the way you were going to act when you saw him and lord knows how much you're going to make him sweat.                    

[gone-to-fight-the-fairies]

Secret Santa

Summary: The BAU holds its first Secret Santa, and as fate has it, you pick your Spencer Reid. But you aren’t the only one with feelings. Gifts tell all.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Word Count: 1550+

A/n: We were going to do Secret Santa at work but shit hit the fan, and half of the people don’t want to give to the other half. So, I’ll substitute it with fiction. Please enjoy 🎅

Considering the amount of time the group spent working, finding everyone on the team that one perfect gift would be time-consuming. So, you suggested Secret Santa. 

Penelope loved the idea. She went around to gather everyone available and dragged them to the bullpen. Rossi, of the first to hear, offered his house to host the event on Christmas Eve. 

Gaining momentum, you pulled a piece of paper from your desk drawer and went to work. Most of the team gathered around to watch as your fingers folded the page into small rectangles and then tore at the edges. For each sliver of paper, you wrote a name for each member of the team. And then concealed the information by folding each piece. Morgan came back with a hat from lost and found. 

"Who wants to draw first?"

Morgan stepped up. He rubbed his hands together wickedly and drew from the hat, picking out a scrap. He revealed it to himself, keeping an even face. 

Penelope couldn't contain her excitement and pranced to you. Unlike the others, she didn't contain her thrill of the pick. You would guess Morgan, but there wouldn't be one person she wouldn't be happy to buy presents for. 

Prentiss stuck her hand in. She was smart enough to step back and wait to unfold hers when no one was watching. In a room full of profiles, one could never be too careful. 

Rossi didn't seem too thrilled with his pick but went back to stand beside Prentiss, trying to look over her shoulder at hers. 

JJ pretended to be selective, choosing one playfully to grab another one instead. She followed Emily's lead. Waiting until later to look. 

Reid was the last in the bullpen and stood off to the side, watching everyone else as they took their turns. 

"Reid?"

He bit his lip as he approached to pick between the last three. Once he pulled one, he unfolded it without concealing the corners of his lips. 

"Who'd you get, pretty boy?"

Spencer panicked, hiding the name in his fist so Morgan couldn’t peek. "That's not a part of the game."

"We have a case," Hotch called out from his office door. 

Morgan patted Reid on the back. There would definitely be more teasing later. 

The group filed into the meeting room one by one. Last, you extended the hat towards Hotch. Raising a brow, he diligently selected a scrap. He unfolded it and gave you a look. "Secret Santa?"

Nothing could fool him. When you smiled at Hotch sheepishly, he returned the smile, tucking the paper into his coat pocket and resumed his solemn expression. And you wondered if he'd picked you. 

You retrieved the last paper, putting it in your pocket for later. 

The flight back home was when you remembered the piece of paper. Luckily the case hadn't been long, or else you'd risk running it through the wash.  

As the others slept and rested, you chose the privacy of an empty row to unfold the paper.

Reid.

Of course. 

"Get somebody good?" Reid sat down across from you. And you entertained the thought that with his high IQ came with mind-reading capabilities. 

"Is there anyone bad?"

"I guess not."

You rested your cheek on your fist, staring at the scrap in concentration. "I don't know what to get them."

"You're lucky you looked at yours now. I've been worried about that the entire case. Slowed my reading speed down to ten-thousand words per minute."

You chuckle but offer your sincerest advice. "Whoever it is will love what you get them because it's from you."

"Thought that counts, right?"

You played with the paper between your fingers, and an idea popped up into your mind. "Right."

On Christmas Eve, everyone arrived at Rossi's home around seven. Rossi had spent the afternoon cooking an Italian dinner, and nothing had ever smelled more welcoming. 

Each team member discreetly left gifts on a table along the wall of the large window looking out onto Rossi's backyard, lit with twinkling Christmas lights. Presents varied in size, some wrapped, some bagged. Each gift with a tag addressed to who without the giver's name. It was more fun for profilers to guess. Though by the time everyone sat down, there were two fewer gifts than people present. 

"I'll go first," Rossi offered. Instead of going to the table to find his gift, he left the room, only to return with two handfuls of gift bags. "Merry Christmas." Rossi went around the table, handing a bag to each team member. When he gave you a bag, he beat answered your impending question. "What? I got myself." Returning to his seat as he continued. "So, I decided to get the same wine for everyone, since everyone depletes me at these gatherings."

"You should've picked from the hat again!" 

"You didn't say I could pick again." He sassed back. "Why doesn't someone else go? Reid?" 

Reid pushes his chair back but halts as you place a pack of cards on the table. You hold up the box, showing everyone. "Normal pack, right?" Everyone watched with a curious look. You hold it out towards Reid with your left hand. But with your right, you wave it over the box, and it disappears. 

"You've picked up magic?!" Spencer radiated as you make the deck reappear, this time without the box. Everyone claps, and you bow in your seat. 

"I thought I may try and attempt to impress the great Spencer Reid. And I've got a few more tricks up my sleeve for later." You send him a wink. "Who's next?"

"Go, kid." Rossi encouraged you. You walk over to the presents. Penelope, Emily, and then you spot your name written on a medium-sized gift bag. It's not too light nor too heavy as you bring it back over to the table, taking a seat as you pull out the red and green tissue concealing it. 

It's a handbag. A cinched sack with a dusty rose print with a white stripe along the top. And a pristine designer name on the front. 

You'd seen this bag… somewhere. But the memory was fuzzy. 

"Wooooah." JJ is the first to see the label. "That's nice." 

Penelope leans over JJ and snatches your bag from your hands. "You would call a Guess bag nice. This is a beautiful, crafted stretch of the fabric!" Morgan and Emily are stretching their necks. While Hotch and Rossi's brows furrow at the hysteria.

You're scanning everyone's faces until you look across from your seat and see Reid, the only one unalarmed. 

"I don't get why people are willing to spend hundreds or even thousands of dollars on a single fashion accessory." Rodeo Drive. A case. You're walking down the street, passing by the rich, feeling like a have-not. 

"It says that the owner of said handbag is worth something," You say to Reid, stopping in front of a designer's display window. Mannequins are dressed in obnoxious attire, but you're staring at a dusty rose bag displayed on a pedestal. "If someone buys it for you, they're telling you that you're worth wasting a lot of money on. If you buy it for yourself… then you're telling yourself that you're worth that." You'd seen many designer handbags you wouldn't be caught dead wearing, let alone paying the price of a down payment. But this one is modern and… your style. You can't help but gravitate towards it.

"You like that bag." He isn't asking. It's a fact. 

"I don't like myself that much." You force yourself to keep walking, but Spencer lingers, looking at the handbag another moment. 

You push back your chair, excusing yourself from the party. You miss the way the team looked between themselves, eyes one by one landing on Reid, who was quick to follow you into the hallway. Reid’s footsteps are too familiar not to recognize. When you turned on your heels, you nearly crash into him. 

He was worried you would be mad, but your demeanor spoke the opposite. You would hardly meet his eye, lips pressed together in a straight line. 

"I gave you a magic show, and you got me a purse!"

"I liked your show!" Spencer affirmed. "I loved it, actually."

"Why did you get me that bag?"

"Because you're worth that much to me." Now his eyes diverted your gaze, and the meaning behind his words clicked. "If anyone else had gotten me for Secret Santa, they would've bought me a book. But you gave me something that will last me a lot longer than five minutes. Something no one else would get me."

"The opportunity to ridicule me until the end of time?"

"A new shared interest!" He corrected. "And… maybe we could see The Magic Duel downtown sometime. I hear they're good. A little too into the banter-"

"Like as a date?"

"Yeah," he breathes out with a smile. He'd been holding that thought too long, you notice. 

"Sounds like a plan." You grin back at him.

"But you're paying. That purse really wiped me out."

Your laughter breaks up the tension, and Spencer takes your hand, leading you back to the group. 

If buying an expensive purse hadn't shown you his true feelings, his willingness to touch another human's hand did. 

[more-pokeimagines]

Hello! I saw that requests were open, and was wondering if you'd do headcannons for Barry, Silver and Bede with a reader who has extremely strong opinions on EVERYTHING. Like, the kind of person who'd argue with(or, more likely, battle) someone over what the worst multiple of 3 is(it's 24, btw. That's such an awful number I can't—!) Thank you, and if you choose to decline this, could you please inform me? I can get super anxious...

Hey dear! I’m so sorry for the long wait and I hope you’re still interested in this. It was an interesting request, so thank you for sharing your ideas with me. Have fun reading and stay safe out there! <3

Having an s/o with strong opinions (HCs)

Barry

Barry doesn’t really like that you have overly strong opinions on everything. It’s not that he doesn’t want you to have your own opinions; in fact, he thinks that’s good, but sometimes, he just wishes you wouldn’t start a fight over things like the worst multiple of 3, especially since he doesn’t really understand why that’s such an important topic.

Since he’s pretty impatient and often acts like he doesn’t have the time to have a proper discussion about the stuff that’s on your mind, you frequently get into arguments. Barry doesn’t want you to feel like he doesn’t care about the things you’re thinking about but in his opinion, there are more important things to focus on while you insist that it’s just as important to express your opinions.

He doesn’t mind listening to your rambling – as long as it doesn’t grow out of perspective. Like, he’s far too impatient to sit there for hours and discuss the awful design of Cherish Balls, so he will probably start to wriggle about on his chair after an hour.

However, he loves that you can stand up for yourself and don’t hesitate to speak your mind, no matter what it’s about. He just prefers when you have the discussions with someone else, not with him, because a) he’s too impatient to do that all the time and b) it’s so funny when you talk somebody into the ground about stuff that people usually don’t even think about.

Silver

Whenever you approach him to discuss something, Silver already knows that it’s going to be a quite exhausting conversation. He’s not particularly fond of arguing about trivialities; he prefers to discuss the real and important stuff but because he loves and respects you, he will listen to you nevertheless.

Most of the time, he doesn’t say a whole lot when you start to ramble about stuff like the uselessness of some attacks and why some trainers keep using them over and over and just agrees or disagrees with you from time to time. It’s not that he’s not interested in your opinions; it’s more the fact that he doesn’t want to interrupt you and mostly also doesn’t know what to reply without upsetting you in the process.

Whenever you start a fight with someone about your opinions or even challenge them to a battle, Silver just shakes his head but he can’t help but smile when he sees you defending your opinions with a burning passion. It just shows that you’re serious about the things you say and that’s something he really loves about you.

Although he doesn’t really like to discuss anything and everything, he can’t help but provoke you a bit sometimes. He doesn’t want to start a fight or anything like that but there’s something about you when you start to ramble about your opinions on that certain topic that makes him fall in love with you even more. Maybe it’s the look in your eyes or just the fact that you don’t hesitate to voice your opinions but that’s definitely something Silver finds very attractive about you.

Bede

Bede has a pretty strong personality himself, so the fact that you’re not afraid to stand up for your opinion (no matter how trivial the topic might seem) is what initially caught his attention. It’s just something that makes you interesting, especially since it kinda reminds him of himself.

Most of the time, the two of you get along pretty well. Bede knows that you have pretty strong opinions on everything and therefore doesn’t discuss with you a whole lot (you actually agree on most things) but sometimes, he also gets annoyed by the fact that you just can’t let things be. He doesn’t have a whole lot of patience, so it’s not rare that you get into an argument because both of you try to maintain your opinions while also trying to convince the other that this is the only valid viewpoint.

However, Bede isn’t someone to argue over trivialities. Yes, he might be a bit belligerent but that doesn’t mean that he particularly likes to fight with his partner, so usually, he just nods and lets you rant about the worst multiple of 3 or the fact that coriander tastes like soap without interrupting you.

One thing that really amuses him (although he surely wouldn’t admit it) is when a stranger gets into a discussion with you. He can’t really say why but there’s always something funny about their reactions, be it the look of utter confusion on their faces or their almost desperate attempts to get out of the conversation. The fact that they have no idea what they’ve gotten themselves into never fails to make Bede chuckle, especially when they look at him in the middle of the conversation like they expect him to help them.

Taglist: @alovestruck-fool

[its-nebula]

Until the Very End

Platonic Korekiyo x Autistic Reader

"Absolutely, we should meet together soon, Y/N." Korekiyo said cheerfully over the phone. "There are some discoveries I've made that I'd be happy to share with you."

"I'd love that, Kiyo. But-"

"Oh, marvelous! It really is a shame that school has kept you so busy. I quite enjoy our get togethers, but I understand that school has to come first. How does 3 tomorrow sound?"

You grimaced as he said that. It was true that schoolwork took up a lot of your time, but there was something else keeping you from seeing your friend as well. Still, you didn't know how to tell him, so you just said "Okay."

Hanging up the phone, you moved to your mirror, looking at the bruise that you'd gotten just a couple days ago. The way that they pushed you around, the way they made fun of you... it just wasn't right. You wanted to tell somebody, your friend who'd always been there for you in the past, but what would he say? What would he do? He'd probably just laugh at you for not standing up for yourself.

Now wasn't the time to think about that, as you looked at the clock on the wall ticking. Even as you tried, the thoughts still danced around in your head. Maybe you wouldn't tell him at all. You were sure Korekiyo had enough going on in his life without you trying to cause problems.

The next day, immediately after school, you grabbed your backpack and began walking down so you could be on your way to meet Korekiyo.

"Oh hey look guys! It's Y/N!" Your breath hitched as you froze in place. You wanted so badly to just walk away, but your body had different ideas when you were scared. "Now, now, would you take a look at that? What're you doing now, huh? StiMmINg?" Your bully asked in a mocking tone, and you could feel yourself getting overwhelmed.

"Leave me alone." You whispered quietly, taking a step back.

"Well? Aren't you going to do what you always do?" They were laughing as if you were some circus clown, putting on a show for them. Like you were their entertainment. "Hey, I'm Y/N, and all I do is talk about the same thing all day!"

Their words started to blend together as you started to panic, breathing heavily. It only made them more encouraged, it seemed.

It was only then that a bandaged hand was placed on the bully's shoulder.

"What ignorant fools you all must be!" Korekiyo glared at them as they turned around. "To torture one of your own classmates like they're the common circus freak...!"

"Who the hell are you?" One kid spat. "What's with that dumb mask?"

He looked more angry than you'd ever seen him before. It was such a contrast to his usual calm and collected demeanor. "You're the freak! All of you! Why don't you..." He trailed off when he saw how you were acting, how scared you must be now. He knew he had to calm down. He closed his eyes for a second, then looked back at the people who were making fun of you.

"You may think you're so cunning, you're so hilarious, but you're nothing. You're despicable. Every action in history results in a consequence, so if you don't want yours to be too severe..." He pulled down his mask to reveal the lipstick that adorned his devilish smirk. "I'd suggest you play nice."

Immediately, they turn around and went in the other direction. "THIS GUY'S WEIRD!"

He oulled his mask back up, then looked to you sitting on the ground, rocking back and forth. Frowning, he offered his hand to you, which you blankly stared at. He sighed.

"The cretins are gone now, Y/N. You can trust me, it's alright. They won't hurt you anymore." After you didn't respond again, he bent down to your level. "It's just me. They're gone. We can start our walk to my abode now."

You slowly took his hand and got up, and the two of you walked to his house. When you got there, he sat in a chair, and you got comfortable.

"Sorry." You frowned. "I caused a ruckus, didn't I?"

"You? Y/N, you didn't do anything wrong! Since mankind has developed, horrible people have always walked the Earth. It's a sad truth, really."

You supposed that was true. You slowly nodded, but he could still tell you felt a little guilty.

"You realize that you could've told me, yes? It wasn't you I was mad at. It was them. You're my friend and I'd gladly defend you until the day that I perish!"

"Why'd...you do the thing with your mask?"

"I don't care if they're making fun of me, I hope I'll never see them again. If it's you they're picking on, that's when it'll become a problem once again."

"..." You smiled at him. Truly, Korekiyo was a friend to be cherished. "Thank you."

"But of course. Now that we've established that, may I interest you in my discoveries for the week?"

As Kiyo went on about his discoveries about the Mayan culture, you couldn't help but think to yourself how lucky you were to have him as a friend. A huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and now, you could safely say you would be coming back tomorrow.

[anipandagirl]

Shokugeki no Soma Spoilers 312

Well if you read the latest chapter you know that our boy won which means to things;

-A Sorina showdown

-Erina doesn't have to marry Asahi

Honestly I can't wait for the next chapter and see them duke it out ...

But before that I have a few things to discuss starting with this

Asahi basically admits that Joichirou knife the one he got from the Shokugeki when he won against Joichirou was a "Yukihira's knife". He admits that because he lost to Soma that it would be "inappropriate" to keep it.

But Soma tells him to keep it anyways. He won it fair and square in a shokugeki and remember for a Totsuki student...

A shokugeki equal to the law

Since Soma became first seat declining a shokugeki is a dishonor to a Totsuki student. "A world where anyone can freely challenge anyone" That is the new Totsuki, so even though it's his dad's knife, to Soma it was a legit shokugeki after all both sides agreed and had fair judges. So giving back something you won in a legit shokugeki was definitely out the question. You could call it a Totsuki students pride.

E.g. Takumi's Mezzaluna

A part of me really wants to believe that this was Soma leaving Asahi some part of the dad (even though that knife was basically Soma's birth right) they both grew up knowing. The one loved to cook, jokes around yet super caring. Their role model. I would love to see them get along as brothers (maybe I'll make a fanfic about them)

Moving on well also see something else here, that Soma of all people regarded his dads knife as a less important issue than knowing why Asahi wanted to marry Erina.

Remember to Soma in the first chapter Beating his dad was everything. The reason he accepted shutting down Yukihira until he finished his studies at Totsuki, heck going to Totsuki in the first place was all to surpass his dad. Until he met her and little by little we see just how much Erina means to him, how he reacts to her emotions and how they communicate with each other.

Though I wish we could have see what kind of expression he made when he asked that question. That would have made it the cherry on top of the sundae.

We know know that Soma is attracted to Erina, what kind of attraction is the question now. An Obsession? Rival? Romantic?

And Asahi why did he want Erina as his wife? Well who wouldn't want Erina as thier wife; shes from a wealthy family, headmistress of one of the best culinary schools in the world, a legendary cook and have you seen her she's a fricking goddess!

At first he wanted someone to cook for like Joichirou did for Soma's mom Tamako. To make his special someone happy. Though why Erina of all people? I have two suggestions

-Either he was genuinely interested in her

- Or to make the God tongue happy and show off his growth to Joichirou

I wonder if after he got to know Erina a bit more (when he had tea with her) that his priorities changed. Though it is vague on what kind if feeling he feels for Erina, it sorta of funny how Mr Dense picked up this (especially when he can't read the mood with other things). And he actually tells him that what he wanted was completely different.

Even though Asahi denies it, he is interested in Erina. He thought is was to get stronger in his cooking but I think at a certain point in time, remember when Soma followed Asahi into Erina's office and he told him that if he could get Erina to say that his food was delicious he could have a rematch with Asahi. And our darling Erina looked on the now retreating Soma with hopeful eyes and she remembers what he said about claiming her tongue. I think Asahi that he thought he couldn't make her happy. But why? Why Erina? Did he really want to be stronger?

He questions himself about it comparing himself with Soma. Then runs into Jouchirou

And Joichirou reassures him saying he'll find that someone one day. He was at this point too when he met Tamako, who probably came like a hurricane, but made him a better man.

"As the parent who raised you into a chef who'd know better than me"

Even though Asahi did some messed up crap in this Arc, I bet there isn't a single person that would say he doesn't deserve happiness even with all the stuff he went through as a child. I really hope he does find his special somebody and get the family he always wanted.

And our babies are actually facing off in their first official battle. Though Mana isn't going to leave them alone, we can only hope that she let's Erina prove herself as a chef and try her food. I'm done seeing her sit on the sidelines and be a damsel in distress.

Baby girl fight for yourself

Question is who's gonna win between the two of them? I would love to know your thoughts

[acrossthewavesoftime]

Sorry, not sorry! In fact, I'm glad somebody else is finally finding them interesting, too. :-) Just wait until your rabbit hole takes you down to their nephews... Richard "Dick", who'd give georgiansuggestions' Feckless Nephew a run for his money, Samuel Jr., who had lost an arm in an argument with a drunk soldier or Thomas "Maybe Robespierre Is a Good Guy" Graves... And that's not even half of them.

Thinking about them again (The Graveses)

@acrossthewavesoftime tsk tsk look at this rabbit hole you gotten me into haha 😂