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sorenphelps · 1 year ago

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All the artwork I made for the fanfic Crazy Ex-Boyfriend by @amethystheart2421 for this year's @rsbigbang!

It was a wild run, we got paired up quite late due to our original pairs dropping out of the Bang, and even though it was already December and time was running thin, I decided to make this whole deal a way bigger challenge than it supposed to be... So I ended up drawing all 7 fantasy sequences, trying to mimic a different style for all of them, and finishing both versions of the banners I had in mind. I know, I know, but I swear even I wasn't aware that I am such an overachiever either!

Also, I usually like to hide little details as easter eggs on all of my artwork, so naturally this was the case with these too. I'm gonna list them one by one, also share a little story about each piece, sort of like a "directors cut werk", just so we stick to the screenplay motif. The numbers in brackets lists the order in which I drew the pictures.

The banners (1.,9.): I haven't watched Crazy Ex-Girlfriend the show, so I really had no idea about this whole thing, hence my initial idea of re-drawing one of the official promo posters of the show as the banner. But then Nicole shared the first scene with me when we got paired up, and also told me that her original artist wanted to draw the stargazing scene, which I also really liked. I sketched out both versions to see which one would look better, and also to warm up a bit for this version of the characters. (Nicole also shared some faceclaims, so except Sirius' and Lily's design, I tried to stick to her vision as much as I could.) The Netflix poster was considered the final one for quite a while. The stargazing banner was the last piece of artwork I finished, which I also edited to be used as Chapter dividers. I liked the idea so much I actually referenced the starry sky on the other pictures too. On the Netflix banner, Remus' socks and Sirius' suit handkerchief (how do you call those things in English, gahh) both have the starry pattern.

The western (3.): By this time it was decided that I'd do all fantasy sequences in a different art style, but I couldn't really come up with any specific style which could have fit the western vibes, so the characters are drawn in my own usual style, only the colouring is different. I tried to go for a sepia effect, without using a filter, I think I could pull it off well enough. I was considering to draw Sirius as a Native American for this, because I just don't see him as Caucasian in general, and also, Black Dog sounds like a badly translated indigenous name... But I discarded this idea for the sake of "historical accuracy" (and to save time, haha), as I think they wouldn't visit a saloon this way. I added the starry sky pattern to Sirius' handkerchief and... scarf? (I really should learn how certain textil items are called in English...) There is a wanted poster in the background with Voldy. And I swear I didn't mean to draw Remus looking this horny, it just kinda happened by accident! He is sure VERY fascinated by Sirius'... pistol.😜

The Star Trek (6.): My original idea was to draw like usual and just add so many lensflares to the picture that it's not visible if I copied another style or not. But in the meantime I started to watch Star Trek: Strange New Worlds with my bf and also found out that there is a new cartoon too, so it was then settled. This style is very different from my own, but it was so much fun! It was weird not to draw every single strand of hair in excruciating detail, actually that was the hardest part, haha! I struggled a bit with the placement of the lensflares too, the first version had too many and too bright, it had a disco vibe rather than a spaceship. I wanted to add easter eggs to the background screen, but I was running out of time, so there's only one light blue star similar on the screen! Also now I know that the uniform colors are not really consistent in Star Trek, and Remus’ might have had to be gold as Captain…🤷🏻‍♀️

The Disney (2.): This one sparked the first idea in my head after I read all fantasy scenes Nicole kindly shared with me. When I first sketched this, I still had no idea that I will end up drawing for every chapter and the style copying was not settled either. It started with this piece, I had the vision of the wolf chasing scene from Beauty and the Beast, and we were discussing whether it's plausible to collect berries during the winter or not... I've tried to make the final piece look as classic Disney as I can, and since I could pull it off, it was not a question anymore whether I'd try to do this with other styles for the other scenes. Retrospectively, this one was the easiest to make, apparently my usual style is not that far from Disney (I grew up watching those movies, so it's not a surprise), but I had to really focus on drawing the animals, it's been ages since I last drew any! (The trick is to give them eyebrows, and bam, it's Disney style!) Sirius' armour, clothes and sword has the star, and I also designed his own "crest" with the black dog and a star on his shoulder plate. The whole concept of the picture is Sirius' side being very bright coloured, while Remus' with the scary wolves in the background being very dark. This might have worked better if it was not set in the winter, but I wanted to stick to the Beauty and the Beast vision I had.

The Comicbook (4.): I was very excited for this one, I really like the looks of the old Batman the animated series, and the way some of his comics are drawn. It's such a unique style, I really like the simple shapes and bold contrasts. Well, it turned out I am very bad at this! I struggled quite a bit trying to capture what I had in mind, but I couldn't even come close to it... So I kinda cheated a bit because I just traced the lineart directly from the reference pictures of Batman comic books I found online. I tried to make Remus less buff, but it looked very weird, so I let him keep his muscular Batman body instead. I drew the wolf mask and the whole Sirius panel, and the coloring went smoothly after I finalized the lineart, even though I only realized that I switched the colour schemes of Remus' superhero outfit when I looked up the quotes for the comic panels, oops. Overall I like how it looks, but I am not that proud of it as I had to "cheat".

The Hobbit (5.): I've probably spent the most time with this one! I actually really like Martin Freeman as an older Remus FC, so I was quite excited to do this piece. My original idea was to mimic John Howe's style, as he is the Tolkien illustrator god, but his level of skill and mine are very very far from each other... and as I struggled a lot with the Batman piece, I felt like going for a smaller challenge. That's why I decided to have a go at Alphonse Mucha's art nouveau style. Turned out it was the worst possible idea! 🤣 The whole point of art nouveau is depicting attractive ladies in an ethereal way... But if you switch the ladies with a fat hobbit, the vibe def won't be the same! The first version just looks so extremely absurd, it's both awful and hilarious. By the time I could fix the pose so it wouldn't look as ridiculous, the final style looked nothing like art nouveau... I still have no idea what style it is now, not my own or any of the ones I tried to capture, that's for sure. I considered adding the star pattern to that tablecloth, but I decided that the lupin flowers in the foreground and the whomping willow-like tree are enough reference for this pic! I like how it turned out in the end tho, I think I could do justice for the watercolor-looking coloring technique, and the end result looks a bit like a fancier version of old children's book illustrations... Which is essentially what The Hobbit is, so it all sorted itself out by the end.

The Anime (7.): I like anime (I'm a little picky about them tho), so it was not a question that I would give this style a try! I am a huge fan of cyberpunk (the genre), so initially wanted to do that, I'm such a slut for Ghost in the Shell and I really like the aesthetics of the Akira posters, but after reading the actual scene, it was not really fitting. So I saved the cyberpunk AU for later, and went for the post-apocalyptic vibe instead. Obviously anime had a great influence on my art style, so similar to the Disney one, it was not that much of a challenge to mimic it. However I'm not that good at drawing backgrounds, and oh boy, I really made myself get over this obstacle with this series of pictures! Also as I was more comfortable with this piece, I actually added the starry sky pattern from the beginning to the scarf/blanket Remus has on this picture!

The Sitcom (8.): The original idea was to copy Hanna Barbera's old family cartoons' style, but as my deadline was very close and after reading the scene I realized that it will have a shitton of characters, I quickly abandoned my original plan. So this one is drawn in my own style, sort of, the designs of the characters are more aligned with Nicole's vision (sans Sirius, Lily, and partly Peter). The hardest part was definitely to figure out how I could fit 10 characters into one picture, let alone sitting in a living room! Also, I had to actually draw the living room too, considering perspective and scaling... Something I am not that good at. In the end the coffee table is maybe a little too big, but I needed that to hide the legs of the characters sitting on the sofa, haha! Also, the sofa is the Millennial Dark Green Velvet Sofa, because I also want to have one and it really emphasizes the general existential dread! (Just kidding.) Also also, I just realized that I have no idea how to eat tacos without making a mess (they are not that popular where I live). I added the starry sky pattern to Sirius' shirt, and gave a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt to Peter, as he is talking about that in the scene. I wanted to squeeze in further references to the newspaper Remus is holding, but it was too tiny. The star from Knight Sirius' armour is in the background on the bookshelf. Also that globe just makes no sense but I had no better idea how to fill the empty space 😅. Molly is holding a mug with "BEST MOM" written on it, and I intentionally made Marlene's eye colour the same as Remus', who btw should have worn a bathrobe according to the original scene, but it was too late to fix that by the time I realized it. All in all, I am quite satisfied with how it turned out, it has the necessary sitcom vibes. And it is kinda a record for me in terms of number of characters drawn (the most was 12, but that one has no background, so I'd call it a tie!)!! I am very proud of myself for pulling this piece off, it really is the achievement of the year!

TLDR; (I mean really, my rambling is just too long!) I am happy that I was paired up with Nicole, working with her was such a creative process! My absolute favourite thing to do is work on AUs, and she has provided me with the opportunity to do so, I am grateful! It was truly a pleasure to participate in this (even if it's not that clear from all the complaining I just had above, haha)! If you ask me nicely I might show you the cursed first version of the hobbit picture!

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hoeneymilktea · 3 months ago

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I NEED THE LORE ON OIKAWAS EX GF, I NEED TO KNOW HOW THEY MET ITS EATING ME ALIVE

So for some reason, I thought I already answered this in the story, but technically, I didn't! I was screening through the fanfic like "I swear I wrote that in... WHERE IS IT!!!" LMAO

My explanation is pretty long, so I'm going to break the post here :-)

So we all know Oikawa's ex-girlfriend, her real name is Rina Fujiwara. She was an undercover cop/agent working for the joint TMPD-PSIA mission, just like how Suna is.

In the latest chapter, when Suna was in the board meeting with all of the other agents and officers, they were discussing reopening a cold case from a couple years prior—capturing the infamous Cypher, who is wanted in three different countries for the distribution of all sorts of narcotics: Japan, the U.S., and the Philippines.

She basically was assigned to that same case, all before it went cold after Oikawa faked his death in Manila. She had a role similar to Suna's, get close enough to their target to influence and manipulate him on their (the PSIA's) benefit.

Though, the reason why Suna has a more distant role, and something not so... up-close and personal with Oikawa was strictly because of what happened with Rina Fujiwara and her death. They didn't want something similar happening with him.

How Oikawa and Rina Fujiwara met... well, that's a story.

In my head, I always had it that she was pretending to be a university student studying to get her psychology degree, and I don't remember if I still included it within the revised version of deciphered. I recall I included it in the first (cancelled) version.

They "met" at a college party, their meeting was entirely planned out by the PSIA. Oikawa is 24 in the current timeline of deciphered. When he first met Rina, he was probably just freshly 20 years old, pretending to be around 23-24. Rina was around 24-25 years old (actually), and pretended to be much younger than she was, around 21-22 years old.

Oikawa knew the hosts of the party as it was the biggest college party of the season, and he intended to sell a lot of his product to the college students. Funnily enough, this is around the same time Kuroo attended college as well, and he attended this party too. Like I said, it was the biggest one of the season. They never met directly, but I wanna say that Kuroo probably bummed a hit off a joint or even a line of coke from someone who bought it directly from Oikawa.

Rina obviously disguised herself well, but she was supposed to blend in with the crowd—instead, weirdly enough, she caught the eye of Oikawa. She looked more "gaijin" than the other girls in attendance (so I'm going to assume the people reading my fanfic are those who aren't born and raised in Japan... and so are technically foreigners... SURPRISE! Y/N looks like a gaijin, and lowkey probably is. lmao. headcanon!!! decipered oikawa likes gaijin girls).

So back to it—Oikawa starts chatting her up. She's playing into it. Rina's at a surprise that convincing him wasn't that hard at all—she even had a whole elaborate plan to seduce him—but it looks like Oikawa was making it too easy. She tells him lies... lots of lies he loves to hear, all because she researched the fuck out of him. She knows everything about him while he doesn't know one single thing about her (oh how the turns have tabled!).

She mentions how she's a college student at this particular university, and she's majoring in psychology and how she plans to be a therapist after all that's done. Very normal stuff. Weirdly enough, Oikawa likes those normal, candid girls. He thinks it's hot. idk he weird like that. probably the most normie thing about him

He's basically flexing on her like "oh I can treat you right, I got all this cash, i can provide for you" and Rina like the queen she is... TAKES ADVANTAGE OF THAT! deciphered oikawa is a PROVIDER MAN!!! he was taking her out on dates, buying her things, etc. They even had an apartment together! Remember, she was taking this whole undercover shit REALLY seriously, even so far as to live with him. Kinda like agent twilight from spy x family, she takes that shit seriously LMAO

though every time she went to "school", she was at work. if he wanted to drop her off or pick her up from the university, she'd have to pretend to "get out of class" or "go to class" when he'd do so. the level of dedication this queen went through was insane. even so much to "pull all-nighters" of writing papers to making up entire homework assignments to really convince him of that she's got that "college student" lifestyle.

It was so convincingly realistic that once Oikawa found out about her undercover identity, his entire world and sense of the real came crashing down. all of the trust he put into her instantly dissipated. trust and loyalty for him became everything, and so anyone within his life remaining that still stuck around, Oikawa treasures immensely. the brotherhood he has with Sakusa for example; I believe he might know Oikawa the longest out of any of the characters. He's the only one to have seen Oikawa grow and mature in experience from age 17 to 24.

Anyways... yall already know what happened to Rina after that. RIP queen who never cry 🙏

Oh I forgot to mention. The name Oikawa knew her by was Aiko Suzuki. I think I wrote some sort of screenplay of deciphered for a class assignment, and I used this name in place of Y/N's. But now it will be for Rina's. lol

#ask hmt #this was legitimately so fun to write because ngl i've been waiting for someone to ask this question #deciphered explained #deciphered headcanons #deciphered backstories

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singing-melliot-headcanons · 3 months ago

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dumb triple crossover modern au im sending both here and the aus blog because i’m the yapperrrrrr

for ghost story:

józef and hao used to go to the same high school and had a summer job together as teenagers, and then began dating, but hao ran away from home after a bad fight with his parents and an argument with józef (he was raised in an abusive home). his parents called the police on him, and because of a mix of survival instincts, fight response and undiagnosed intermittent explosive disorder, he ends up getting into a physical fight with the cops and getting jailed. he was roughly twenty-five by this point.

while hao is away, józef marries and has joey (robin using józef and joey being father/son format; fork found in kitchen) and his wife is a stay-at-home mom. he works at some nature reserve park place he and hao used to go to while they were younger (they carved their names into a tree there) for a while, before it shut down. he then began to work at the local coffee shop that again, he and hao used to always go to (he never liked the coffee there, or the tea, it was too sweet for his liking, but hao always liked it.) hao finds him there and józef comes out to his wife as gay, she comes out as aroace, but they don’t have the profits for a divorce so they’re technically married, but józef finally works up the courage to talk to hao again, and then hao becomes step father of the year or something to joey. (he doesn’t like joey at first because he both didn’t meet him until it was christmas and he came down to celebrate and he was disrespectful to józef in his eyes.)

joey and anthony have the same lives as they do in canon, with those little tweaks. joey is an ex-hamilfan and he defended thomas jefferson miku binder when it came out. his old tumblr posts still haunt him.

(very similar premise to the soulmate au, i know)

for adamandi:

due to past controversy with the phaethon after someone who narrowly survived percely queensley’s murders spoke out, ardess stopped doing the phaethon to maintain their reputation. the entire incident was covered up.

vincent is a visual arts minor as well as a bio major (i don’t know why i included this i just think about this a lot)

portia doesn’t like vincent but she doesn’t do anything but be unsettled by him — she can’t really do anything because they’re her girlfriend’s friend and friend’s boyfriend. he always thought he was weird and ‘seemed like he would kill someone’ as well as thinking he was creepy because of his body language and such, and upon confessing these concerns to beatrix (she wanted to tell quincy, but she didn’t want to upset them), beatrix told her plainly that vincent is autistic but he probably would kill somebody. (in a half-joking manner of course.) she also thinks vincent is weird for the fact he’s a stoner, but cant say anything because beatrix is also a stoner, and she knows it’s her stereotyping him — she’s quite aware of this stuff, but sometimes she catches the undertones of what she says a bit too late. she knows her not liking him isn’t really justified, but he gives her the creeps. it makes her feel quite guilty.

portia hung around cliques (like. think of chavs, or whatever y’all have in america, but in some dreary new england college) to try and fit in, but she would by no means take part in any of the bullying and stuff. after she was outed she was kicked out of her social circle.

transfem portia, that’s all i’ll say.

they/them quincy.

ambrose and portia went to the same high school and they vaguely know each other.

for taopp:

american-ised them, oh no. /j

instead of being the king’s children, rowan and maya are instead the children of a politician. jason is a security guard instead of a knight, rowan got disowned, louis is a secretary instead of a baronet and maddox is just a regular person. they met maya via rowan.

maddox is an ex-convict. they were arrested for helping rowan with one of his “plans” to run away from his dad and shit, as rowan was a minor at the time (seventeen) and they were twenty-one.

magic still exists, YAY.

jason is a trans guy, louis is the token cis guy, rowan is agender, maya is transmasc and demibigender, and obviously maddox is nonbinary.

louis struggles with eating disorders (as a replacement for the famine in canon). with rowan this behaviour was encouraged, with jason he was helped to recover.

rowan’s mom committed suicide after finding out his dad cheated on her with maya’s mom and had been since before maya was born. rowan (rightfully) blames his dad for this.

how they all connect:

rowan and maya’s father is a senator and friends with ambrose’s father. maya tried to be respectful to ambrose before he transitioned, but they never had common interest. after he transitioned, she realised she was genderqueer herself, but she never came out. she was nicer to ambrose because of it. he never liked her. rowan never liked ambrose in general.

maddox and beatrix went to the same high school and dated for a bit. they ended on good terms and are still friends.

vincent and joey are tumblr mutuals. they end up meeting after the Group (beatrix, portia, quincy, vincent) go to watch isttvg in the cinema and he recognises joey while exiting the cinema.

portia knows maya via beatrix, she thinks that she’s nice.

portia and anthony follow each other on instagram. she wants to talk to him, but she’s not the best at talking to people online, so she just likes and comments on all his posts and hopes he gets the message “hi i think you’re cool”.

jason, louis and quincy are regulars at the coffee shop hao is also a regular at and józef works at. louis has attempted to talk to hao before, seeing him as a lonely old man, and was promptly told to fuck off. józef is the equivalent of a kind barista who always gives the regulars he knows extra stuff and talks to them a lot.

WOAHHHH. btw not my fault if i get hcs for your au

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fierceawakening · 9 months ago

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So this post is going to be a bit rough and rambly but… I don’t know how we put this genie back in the box.

Do any of you remember when I’d freshly left the abusive relationship I was in and I read VORACIOUSLY, trying to figure out how I’d been taken in by such an awful person? (I vividly remember telling my dad about her saying I’m sure I’m gay because on my previous relationships with men I never thought I was in love, but this was so intense… well. I still wasn’t sure but I wondered if it might be.)

I read stuff like Why Does He Do That? and I Hate You, Don’t Leave Me. I also read things like The Sociopath Next Door and one of Hare’s books on psychopathy. I’m pretty sure my ex just had BPD, and I hasten to say even there that I have known many other people with BPD who I emphatically don’t think would treat me the way she did. I was trying to make sense of her, not trying to condemn anyone with a label I don’t have. (There are prosocial psychopaths, too.)

Mostly I was trying to make sense of her lack of remorse. She presented it as sexy and exciting—oh no, I don’t ever worry about taking kink too far, I don’t care what people think of me, I never give someone who wronged me a second chance.

I now see these as huge red flags and worried about them even then, but I tend to be someone who obsesses over whether I’m giving people a fair shake, so the idea of getting with her sounded like a fun vacation from scrupulosity.

It was actually “surely the leopard won’t eat MY face,” but I didn’t see it then.

Anyway. Around that time I got into a lot of arguments with people here who felt that putting too much stock into those books was inherently ableist.

The things the books said about lack of empathy, about how someone who lacks empathy treats even close loved ones as objects of use and not as full people, resonated with how I’d been treated by someone who professed to care about me. But it ruffled HARD the feathers of people for whom “lacking empathy” just means “beepy boopy, but not uncaring.” I have no solution to this—I think they’re two different phenomena that unfortunately have the same name (on tumblr. Not sure they do offline.)

Any double way. One thing I kept coming across in that research was the specter of the sociopathic leader. A charismatic public figure who charms a whole community or nation, and once they do that, rule with an iron fist.

The appeal was eerily similar to why I’d latched on to such a gross girlfriend. “Don’t you ever just want to go ape shitt,” basically. What if you don’t have to care? What if you get to put yourself, your family, your tribe, America First?

Doesn’t that take a load off your mind?

Those weird leftists who don’t understand God or gender or American exceptionalism… what if you don’t have to understand them anyway?

What if all you have to do is win?

My books said THAT is why we should continue to think of sociopathy as bad and people who have it as predators. Not because human rights stop mattering if someone isn’t neurotypical but because the attitude is infectious.

A person who thinks that way by default, if they’re charismatic (and many are), can EASILY get someone who doesn’t think that way to start wondering why they bother with perspective taking and empathy and remorse anyway.

Dehumanization is a virus, and people like that are carriers. The more power they have in a society, the more virulent the strain.

Do most people eventually snap out of it? I mean I’d better think so, my sister in law is German.

But how long does it take?

That I don’t know. And that’s what makes me think Trump might win.

And why I continue to think fighting ableism is important but ALSO to think acting like empathy is superfluous is playing with fire.

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shitty-melliot-aus · 3 months ago

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dumb triple crossover modern au im sending both here and the headcanons blog because i’m the yapperrrrrr

for ghost story:

(very similar premise to the soulmate au, i know)

for adamandi:

vincent is a visual arts minor as well as a bio major (i don’t know why i included this i just think about this a lot)

transfem portia, that’s all i’ll say.

they/them quincy.

ambrose and portia went to the same high school and they vaguely know each other.

for taopp:

american-ised them, oh no. /j

maddox is an ex-convict. they were arrested for helping rowan with one of his “plans” to run away from his dad and shit, as rowan was a minor at the time (seventeen) and they were twenty-one.

magic still exists, YAY.

jason is a trans guy, louis is the token cis guy, rowan is agender, maya is transmasc and demibigender, and obviously maddox is nonbinary.

louis struggles with eating disorders (as a replacement for the famine in canon). with rowan this behaviour was encouraged, with jason he was helped to recover.

rowan’s mom committed suicide after finding out his dad cheated on her with maya’s mom and had been since before maya was born. rowan (rightfully) blames his dad for this.

how they all connect:

maddox and beatrix went to the same high school and dated for a bit. they ended on good terms and are still friends.

vincent and joey are tumblr mutuals. they end up meeting after the Group (beatrix, portia, quincy, vincent) go to watch isttvg in the cinema and he recognises joey while exiting the cinema.

portia knows maya via beatrix, she thinks that she’s nice.

YOOOOOOO???? you went into my brain with adamandi (i say like we havent been discussing them all day) this is so silly

#adamandi #ghost story musical #taopp #im not tagging all of them sorry #melliot

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topcatofficial · 1 year ago

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my ideal modern day top cat reboot (not just tc and/or the gang serving as side characters in an ensemble cast in a hanna-barbera crossover cartoon) would be like,

tc and benny are the same as they always are (selfish hedonistic get-rich-quick schemer and his naive childhood bff enabler)

dibble is a private investigator (like he's always wanted to be) who is tc's other childhood friend (boyfriend) whose investigations somehow always end up intersecting with tc's schemes even when he's not actively investigating tc. i cant decide if i want him to stay human or not tho (dog dibble au my beloved miss u baby)

trans lesbian choo choo my beloved. weird and emotional, and constantly talks about her girlfriend lola glamour (theyre so t4t)

non-committal flirty serial monogamist gold digger fancy fancy, based on a mix of his cartoon personality and comic personality. like if fujiko mine were a catboy, who will sometimes betray the gang but they barely really hold it against him. tc doesnt, anyway

oblivious math wiz brain who is probably nonbinary but he's got finances to go over so he doesnt really care about that right now.

former-hellcat butch biker lesbian spook *giggles* i cant decide whether i want spook to be a she/her lesbian or a he/him lesbian, but very top cat begins/comic based characterization

roxy from the scrapped reboot finally gets to join the gang :) she can have jellystone brain's personality since he's not using it. she also has something extremely gay going on with spook

then side characters would be like,

myra and sheldon live in the city and periodically get involved in tc shenanigans! myra is very much so a neurotic worrywart who is constantly freaking out over the ways her twin brother's schemes can backfire. sheldon didnt really have a solid characterization in his book so maybe he can have jellystone fancy's personality?

kitty glitter from top cat and the beverly hills cats can be recurring because i like her <3 to me shes so lupin-iii-sadgirl coded

lola glamour gets to appear now and then and gets to be so annoyingly sappy pda with choo choo. has a lot of mentions and cameos though cuz shes still a star and shes dating choo choo who adores her childhood best friend turned lover <3 <3 <3

dibbles ex-wife periodically shows up and tc hates her soooooo much which is ironic because theyre kind of parallels. foils. the same but different. i would emphasize them being so similar and in fact that she reminded him of tc is why he married her and she does not like that one bit. self indulgent but i really dont care <3

i think they should have two kids (fred and daniel, based on comic dibble's names) just because i think it'd be funny as fuck. am i making him even more like zenigata? sure but my justification is dibble is a little league coach and camp counselor which is stereotypically things dads do to connect with their kids :P

jazz and beau can be recurring antagonists with their own gang that being dark parallels to tc's gang. teehee.

trixie from the first movie can be a recurring character too but only if shes an irredeemable antagonist in jazz's gang. the rest of jazz's gang consists of pantera from top cat begins, rocky from the comics, and skratch gets to exist separate from spook.

i guess griswald could be recurring since he had two eps and in the comics there was a recurring antagonist who was a bulldog but i dont care enough about griswald to expand on that idea

- oh wait he can be the actual cop since dibble is a PI now. duh. he literally became a police dog in one ep so it works.

cop cat from the comics can be griswald's partner although i think he needs a better name than "cop cat" ... maybe fuse him with officer prowler so he gets a cooler name. idk

#top commentary #top cat

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clonerightsagenda · 1 year ago

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lucy carlyle for the ask game!!! :)

(Ask meme here)

We are 2 for 2 for teen girls hanging out with the dead tonight huh. Maybe Aradia should be Lucy's next dead girlfriend.

First impression

Stroud likes his scrappy teen girls, huh? I respect that. A man can have worse stock characters.

Impression now

While she clearly shares DNA with Kitty (insert the 'he she lost her whole squad' meme) she is her own character and I like that she's petty and irrational and unfair in ways that make sense for her age. Honestly she is so extremely 13-15 it is hard for me to imagine what she will be like once she is an adult. But yknow. Tossup whether she'll make it that far anyway.

Favorite moment

I go on about all the CEOs she kills but siccing a guy's dead ex-girlfriend who he murdered on him after he threatens to kill you because he thinks you're the weak link was a great move. Really set my expectations.

Idea for a story

While I respect Stroud writing technology out of the world because he simply does not want to deal with it, I would love to see Lucy Carlyle unleashed on social media. I think she'd do numbers (derogatory). She'd write lengthy screeds about ghosthunting procedures and then tell people disagreeing with her to kill themselves. Meanwhile Lockwood has a google alert for his name and George is on fantasy Sci Hub. They can still have their intervention like 'Lucy you are putting too much trust in mysterious beings whose true faces and intentions you can't ascertain, it's drawing you closer to a realm inimical to human life that will warp you beyond all recognition if it doesn't kill you outright' but it's just because she has some weird tumblr mutuals.

Also don't think I didn't notice that when Lockwood goes "yeah I told Barnes there's no way we're doing anything with the other side ever again" and the rest of his team loudly agrees with him Lucy is conspicuously quiet. She's keeping her options open. Maybe she wants to go beat up Marissa Fittes again. She deserves to.

Unpopular opinion

Leaving the agency when she did was probably the right call. She and Lockwood's clashing personality traits and priorities were bringing out the worst in each other and making everyone else miserable. (I am so sorry Holly.) They didn't really resolve everything either, so if that workplace relationship is going to work out they should probably get therapy. Bright side is there must be loads of child therapists in this universe right. They'd probably have to be dragged kicking and screaming though. Maybe if you told them the office was haunted and then locked the door behind them.

Favorite relationship

If Lucy and Lockwood have clashing traits that bring out the worst in each other, Lucy and the skull just share a lot of their worst traits already, and I think that's very funny. Instead of saying she is so empathetic and pure of heart that she can befriend sinister ghosts Stroud was like yeah they just both suck in similar ways and thus get on, to everyone else's confusion and dismay. Honestly surprised they got anything done during their flatmates era besides coming up with mean burns about their neighbors.

Also this is a hostage situation. I appreciate Stroud's willingness to make his leads complicit. Marissa delivers the classic "we're not so different you and I" villain speech, but she has a point. They're both trapping and exploiting the dead to protect their lives and careers; it's just a difference of scale, and once you've justified something, scale is negotiable.

However I'm very invested in Show!Lucy's doomed girlfriend so watch this metaphorical space for whenever I finally meet her.

Favorite headcanon

Talent seems largely random but Lucy is described as being connected to the other side even before she crosses over, so I think maybe she was a preemie or almost died some other way as a child and that's why she's Like That.

#perpetual perpetual ladies night #ask meme #lockwood and co

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thelasttime · 1 year ago

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Hi Madie! I am in this weird situation where I just don't know what to do or to feel... And I don't really have anyone I can talk to about it, but I need to tell this to someone. Hope it's OK, this might be long.

I dated this guy for 10 months, 5 years ago. He had a very close female friend whom I didn't like at first mostly out of jealousy. They seemed way too close. But whenever I brought her up, he would assure me there was nothing going on between them. And when I got to know her better with an open mind, I realised how sweet she actually was. I wouldn't exactly say we became friends but I had no negative feelings whatsoever towards her. And whatever doubts I had were all gone. So he and I dated for ten months, it was great, and then we broke up because I was moving across the country for uni and neither of us wanted to do long distance. We kept in touch at first but eventually, our conversations grew duller and we grew apart and now we only speak twice a year when it's one of our birthdays. A couple days ago, I got coffee with a girl I knew from high school who was friends with my ex's girl best friend. I'm gonna give everyone fake names this is getting complicated. Girl from hs, Anna was very close to Mary, when Toby and I were dating. Anna and I recently, coincidentally, realised we live very close to each other at the moment and decided to hang out. So as we were talking she said something that prompted me to ask if she was still close to Mary and she went, "Oh no, not really. But did you know she and Toby broke up" and I was like "what do you mean they broke up???? Were they ever dating?" and she had this look on her face like she said something very wrong. She immediately tried to change the subject but I persisted and she ended up telling me everything. So apparently, Mary liked Toby the whole time they were friends (as I suspected) and she actually told him about her feelings around the same time Toby and I started talking. He friendzoned her and then we started dating. But she got over it, or at least seemed like it, and so they acted like it never happened and kept on being very good friends. I didn't know any of this. According to Anna, nothing happened during the time Toby and I were dating but a little after we broke up, Mary admitted she still had feelings for him and they ended up making out at a party. A little after that, they started dating and they've dated for 3 years. THREE YEARS. In these three years, I would sometimes talk to Toby and he never ever mentioned a girlfriend once, which okay I can understand, but Mary's name would come up in conversation and I don't know- he'd say "oh I'm hanging out with mary this weekend" and all this time I thought they were just friends. I don't know how exactly one can say "Yeah the girl I told you not to worry about, I'm dating her now" but I would like to know? And how do I even trust Anna? Maybe there is more to the story. Maybe they were romantically involved somehow even when we were together? I don't know, I feel betrayed. I am completely over Toby, I've dated other people since, I moved on, but this new information is just... How do I trust anyone now? And also after we first broke up I was so incredibly upset and I was crying a lot about how I missed him so much and he was apparently making out with her at parties!

Anyway I had "traitor" by olivia on repeat today

this new information is definitely world-shaking ground-breaking news - i think i had something pretty similar with my ex boyfriend but it wasn't to the same degree (one of his friends also liked him while we were dating and then she also told her friends after we broke up that she had feelings for him but then he ended up not liking her which, because i am a petty bitch, made me feel incredibly good - sorry)

my perspective in this case is that it's so valid to feel upset and feel betrayed. it's also really shitty that he didn't mention at all that they were dating, i know it's not an obligation but it's definitely .. common courtesy and the right thing to do. i'm sorry to hear that this is happening AND he doesn't deserve anything good that happens to him. it also sounds like he's absolutely unworthy of any of your love and appreciation and your tears!!!!!!!

and it's possible to trust again, i think it will take time but i'm here to tell you that it's possible to trust people again. you're so valid in feeling like there's no ability for you to trust someone again, but i promise that in time, everything eventually heals. i hope this helps!!

#asks #asking you this*#anonymous

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brainrot-yumm · 5 months ago

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my final boost of this (lie) cause I'm pretty dang confident in my pickings. Now I just need to name them all. And then figure out all the ones I missed.

as a result of this, these are the main relationships in there, in order of the listing, judged by how weird they are:

Twilight x Fluttershy = not the most popular of mane six pairings but given how well jmart goes I can see it

Rarity x Rainbow = again, not the most popular of pairings ever. In MLP canon I think they'd be horrible for each other but I suppose that's why it would work in MAG canon (since it's friendzone all the way home)

Sunset x Twilight = lmao why did you think I made sunset Georgie. I made the actual popular pairing exes. On purpose.

Sunset x Applejack = ?????? Very much one of the weirder ones. I don't. See it? I guess opposites attract but also sometimes very similar people attract too

Trixie x Starlight = the only two that I don't feel match up with their MAG equivalents at all but I just had to do it because I like toxic yuri

Lightning Dust + Starlight (+ means nonromantic) = Bitch is gonna get equalized lmao

Daring Do x Sunburst = Ima be real I've never seen Sunburst's runtime ever so I don't know how weird it'd be, but I'm 100% certain no one's ever thought of that ship before so

Diamond Tiara + Daring Do = deeply interesting I think. TBF Diamond Tiara is gonna be a very redeemed character in the MAG au, but I suspect she'd still be quite a bit annoying and pompous. I don't know the kind of patience Daring Do would have, but it's probably not that much.

Cheese Sandwich + Daring Do = on second thought if Daring managed to survive a superficially close bond with performance-mode Weird Al I think she'd have enough patience to take care of Diamond Tiara

Cadence x Shining Armor = WHY DO YOU THINK I MADE SHINING PETER. DUH.

Celestia + Twilight = Canon Twilight was already Celestia's special little boy. Nothing has changed besides Celestia's moral standing.

Cadence + Twilight = EXTREMELY awkward for the first year. Gets easier when Twilight notices that Cadence seems to forget they know each other.

Shining + Fluttershy = VERY funny. Even funnier if Flutter doesn't even know he's Twilight's brother until, like, the scottish safehouse. then they can joke about how he didn't seem to really approve of Twi's gf.

Shining + Twilight = OOF is there gonna be some serious fucking angst. What she does to him is gonna SUCK for her

Celestia + Luna = I'm honestly really disappointed that the Dark had such little runtime in canon MAG. Like that was such a big thing in season 1, the equality of closed eye vs. open eye. I'll give Luna more runtime for sure she deserves it

Luna + Cozy Glow = I've never seen Cozy act either but I do agree in general that throwing a kid into Hell is weird. Having said that. I think it'd be a real interesting dynamic for revenge-oriented Luna to deal with the antichrist.

Jordan as Zephyr Breeze - just a little intermission, I actually was giggling kicking my feet when I picked this, because it means that eventually Fluttershy is gonna witness her girlfriend turning her brother into an ant monster avatar. Top tier dramatics.

Discord + Twilight = oh man would that be fun to animate. Would there still be the lotioning or would it be a more MLP centered spa routine? Questions questions

Adagio + Twilight = kinda slay right?

Pinkie + Fluttershy = honestly based

Ditzy Doo + Twilight = very silly. You get why Twi wouldn't wanna kill her

Tempest Shadow x Aria Blaze = another ship I'm 100% certain has never been seen before. The real question is who would be Tempest's Barnabas?

Sombra + Gilda = UNBELIEVABLY funny. Hello brash lady in canon. Your father is Sombra now.

Tirek + Gilda = Because why have one season ending antagonist as a father figure when you can have two?

I should also figure would who would be the people in the dreams

so to tally up the ramblings so far:

And I just feel the need to emphasize that I'm crossovering all the characters based on personality, not relationships. Which means there are gonna be some weird as hell dynamics going on. That's where the spice comes in, you understand.

Jon - Twilight Sparkle - Twila "Twi" Sims

Martin - Fluttershy - Flora Blackwood

Sasha - Rarity - Rachel James

NotSasha - Sweetie Belle - "Rachel James"

Tim - Rainbow Dash - Ramona "Rain" Stoker

Danny - Scootaloo - Lucy "Scoot" Stoker

Melanie - Applejack - Adelaide King

Georgie - Sunset Shimmer - Sasha (listen it'd be funny) Barker

Basira - Trixie Lulamoon - Tohfa Hussain

Daisy - Starlight Glimmer - Aurora "Starry" Tonner

Gertrude - Daring Do - Delilah Robinson

Jurgen - Sunburst - Siegurd Leitner

Rosie - Coco Pommel - Colette "Coco" Zampano

Smirke - Zecora

Dekker - Sweetie Drops

Mikaele - DJ Pon-3

Gerry - Diamond Tiara

Mary - Spoiled Rich

Elias - Cadence - Cecilia Bouchard

Jonah - Celestia - Clara Magnus

Peter - Shining Armor

Maxwell - Luna

Callum - Cozy Glow

Jane - Chrysalis

John Amherst - Flash Sentry (it'd be funny)

Jordan - Zephyr Breeze

Michael - Cheese Sandwich

Helen - Pinkie Pie

Angela - Lyra Heartstrings

Tom Haan - Grand Pear

Nikola - Discord

Breekon & Hope - Flim & Flam

Sarah Baldwin - Applebloom

Jane Doe - Sugar Belle

Max Mustermann - Party Favor

Doctor David - Double Diamond

Annabelle - Adagio Dazzle

Simon Fairchild - Sonata Dusk

Mike Crew - Lightning Dust

Oliver - Ditzy Doo

Agatha - Tempest Shadow

Jude - Aria Blaze

Jared - Snips & Snails (I got an idea)

Robert Montauk - Sombra (now who would be funniest to be his kid)

Julia - Gilda

Trevor - Tirek (going from one super evil dad to another lol)

??? - Tirek

??? - most of the rest of the mane 6's families

??? - silver spoon

??? - Babs seed

??? - cheerilee

??? - moondancer (potential lonely)

??? - Twist

??? - Suri Polomare

??? Sapphire Shores

Wonderbolts?

Tree Hugger

I really wanna use Big Mac but like. Where would I put him. Who would he be.

Also Twilight greys out through the first few seasons, but when she reawakens it's all gonna turn into her iconic hair streaks

Is my hyperfixation obvious yet

#my archival grownups #the magnus archives #the my shit tag #mlp #my little pony #deeply saddened about how barely any of the apple family ended up as characters #they're all the victims lmao

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restlessmaknae · 3 years ago

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fake it till it’s real [theo]

After kissing Theo whom you haven’t even met before, you don’t expect to become his fake girlfriend the next day, but falling for him seems inevitable nevertheless.

➳ Characters: instrumental band member!Theo x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: comedy, fluff, fake dating au, band au, uni au

➳ Words: 8.1k

➳ Warning: drinking, getting drunk, an ex who doesn’t understand no

Waking up with a headache and feeling nauseous was bad enough.

Waking up in a place you had never been before was worse.

Waking up with a headache, feeling nauseous in a place you had never been before, facing a stranger when you sat up on the couch was the worst possible scenario that you could have imagined.

“Oh my gosh!” You blurted out, your hands flying to your mouth in astonishment. What were you doing in a total stranger’s place when it was bad enough that you had drunk a lot last night, and if you hadn’t dreamed kissing a certain burgundy-haired boy, then you had kissed a stranger, but still ended up at someone else’s place?

“Please, don’t freak out! I’m not God or Jesus, you’re not in heaven, you’re not dead, and we didn’t kidnap you. Any more questions?” The stranger - who had dyed hair too, a bit of silver, so definitely not as vivid as the boy you remembered from the night before - said in one breath, putting on a smile that salesmen put on when they were trying to sell you something.

You didn’t know how to feel about the fact that he had needed to point out that you weren’t kidnapped, but true enough, you weren’t tied to a chair or anything like that.

“Who are you?” You dared to ask as you were trying to blink the sleep - and confusion - out of your eyes. Gosh, sometimes you should really hold yourself back from drinking alcohol! Or at least, you should do it at home, not at a bar where anyone could see you.

“My name is Keeho,” he replied with the giddiest smile possible. At least, someone didn’t seem to find this situation super awkward unlike you.

“But I don’t remember seeing you yesterday.”

“Oh, you didn’t. I’m the best friend and flatmate of the guy you kissed last night,” he broke it down to you, and when he saw how you closed your eyes for a second at the mention of that kiss, cheeks flaring up, his lips curled into an annoying little smile. “Oh, so you remember…” He teased, and if the memories coming back weren’t already enough, he just needed to voice out the obvious.

However, you couldn’t just throw a pillow at him or something, so you bit down on your tongue, holding yourself back from saying anything. Keeho was either oblivious or didn’t care about your reaction, he merely leaned back into the chair that was pushed to the living room table that separated the two of you. It looked suspiciously similar to the chairs beside the dinner table, so you wondered whether someone had been watching you over while you had been sleeping.

“Spill the tea, girl! Taeyang wasn’t really helpful when I asked him what happened,” Keeho admitted, chattering casually as if it had been an everyday thing that someone like you had ended up in their flat after drinking too much and probably blacking out by the end of the night.

You didn’t let yourself dwell on it too much though, you were curious about something else instead.

“Was he really mad?”

“No, I wouldn’t say so. He wasn’t any more judgemental than he usually is,” the guy shrugged his shoulders, and you had no idea whether it was a good thing that his friend wasn’t any more judgemental than usual. No matter how judgemental he was, you didn’t know how to face him again. “Now, tell me. It’s just the two of us. He’s out getting groceries,” Keeho reassured you as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs.

If there was one thing that was more weird than ending up in the flat of the boy you had kissed the night before, it would definitely be telling his best friend/flatmate all about last night. Not that Keeho seemed weirded out, but that didn’t make you feel better. On the other hand, what could you lose though? You had probably lost some face already, there was nothing that could be worse than that, you assumed.

With a resigned sigh, you realised that you couldn’t be any more embarrassing than you had already been, so you started telling him about what had happened.

“So I have this ex, and he kept calling me last night, asking if I had time to meet him. Honestly, I’m kinda fed up with him, so I lied that I was busy. You see, he’s rather clingy…”

“Clingy or he doesn’t understand no? I think there’s a difference,” Keeho chirped in, a worrisome wrinkle stretching between his eyebrows. He seemed rather serious for someone who had seemed like the giddiest person on Earth a minute prior.

“I guess the latter,” you croaked out, not wanting to explain your complicated relationship with your ex. “So I went to this bar, hoping to forget about him, and your friend played there with his band, Seoul Serenade. They were pretty sick though,” you couldn’t help but comment, and Keeho looked like a proud mother with that ‘that’s my boy’ grin on his face. You shook your head, trying to get back to where you had left off even though your headache was killing you. “Anyways, so I was sitting by myself at the bar stool, but when I looked around, I saw my ex coming our way. My ex! So I didn’t really think too much, I just turned to the guy next to me, briefly recognising that it was the guy from the band, told him ‘i’m sorry, my ex is coming’ and I kissed him. And I don’t really remember the rest,” you admitted truthfully, letting out a long, guiltful sigh afterwards. Just what had you gotten yourself into? From one mess to another, you were truly something else.

You looked up at the silver-haired boy with a tentative look, but he didn’t seem that taken aback by the details. His following words explained it all though.

“Yeah, well, Taeyang said that you knocked yourself out by the end of the night. But he also said that the guy who asked him who he was and why were you kissing him was with another girl.”

“What?” You shrieked, trying to retrieve your memories from the night before, more specifically if you had noticed a girl by your ex’s side. You might not have paid too much attention to him since his presence had already been enough to trigger a flight or fight response in you, but could he have been with another girl for real? Then, why had he called you if he had already found a girl for the night?

Deep down, you knew the answer: because he was a piece of trash who only needed to flatter his ego with how many girls liked him.

“So when that guy, I assume your ex, asked Taeyang if he knew you, he said yes, but when Taeyang asked him who the girl was beside him, he said she was his girlfriend. Then, Taeyang brought you here because he couldn’t wake you up and didn’t know where you live.”

His confirmation didn’t sting at this point. You had already known just how big of a douchebag your ex was for you had broken up with him because you had caught him cheating. He was one hell of an actor because he had even managed to fool your whole family, making it seem like he would be the perfect future son-in-law.

“Ah, I’m so embarrassed,” you croaked out, hiding your face behind a pillow, feeling more embarrassed than bewildered by the events of last night. Screw your ex, you had still made a fool out of yourself in front of that so-called Taeyang!

“Girl, I don’t think you should be embarrassed. Your ex should. What a douchebag! Already having a girlfriend but still wanting to meet up with you,” Keeho rumbled, genuinely furious. It could have warmed your heart that he seemed so protective over you even though you were practically strangers, but your humiliation overshadowed any other emotion you could have felt.

“Well yeah, we broke up because of the same reason.”

“Jesus christ, the audacity of this-” Keeho was about to full-on curse when the door flew open, and the burgundy-haired boy from the night before walked in.

For a moment, there was complete stillness in the room. You were looking at Taeyang, then Keeho, then back at Taeyang while the musician kept his eyes on his best friend as if he wanted to use telepathy on him to tell him something.

“Don’t just stand there! It’s not like I’ve murdered her or anything,” Keeho justified, flanging his arms into the air. His friend rolled his eyes pretty dramatically, but with the way Keeho was also dramatic, it didn’t seem that overdone. Maybe they hadn’t actually talked it through how they would treat you once you woke up.

Not wanting the two boys to get into a fight or anything of the sort, you turned your head towards the burgundy-haired boy and cleared your throat. When he finally averted his eyes to look at you, his expression remained the same alas he seemed a bit annoyed. Oh well… You should have seen it coming.

“Can we talk? Just the two of us?” You asked nevertheless, yet instead of answering, Taeyang looked at Keeho.

“Oh please, I’m not even here. I’m a hallucination,” the boy quoted the famous meme, but Taeyang wasn’t having any of it. Instead, he gave him a very pointed glare to which Keeho could only succumb. “Okay, okay, I’ll be outside. Chatting with the neighbours or their cats, you know,” he announced semi-ironically, and huffed when he rose from the seat and passed by his best friend to eventually leave the flat.

You were about to stand up when Taeyang walked to the kitchen aisle to put his grocery bags down and started getting the items out. You froze for a moment, not knowing whether he was actually really angry at you or just unbothered because this passive aggressive behaviour didn’t ease your nerves at all.

Either way, it was better to get over it as soon as possible, so you pulled yourself together to blurt it out:

“Look, I’m so sorry. I was very tipsy and very angry at my ex, and I just didn’t think straight.”

“Your ex already has a girlfriend. Is that why you were angry?” He asked nonchalantly as he was putting a bottle of orange juice into the fridge. His implication hurt even though you had no reason to be mad at him because he hadn’t had a chance to ask about it the day before.

“No. He actually wanted to meet up with me yesterday. He keeps wanting to get back together, but I broke up with him because I found out he was two-timing,” you confessed for the second time that day, but as expected, Taeyang’s reaction was a bit different from Keeho’s. Even though he did stop for a few seconds before putting two bags of rice into a cupboard, he just snorted at first. At first, you thought that it must be because he assumed that you were foolish enough to believe your ex, but thankfully, he had some sympathy left in him.

“Huh, so he was doing the same yesterday. I mean, trying to do,” he put together the pieces, and you just let him digest the information while you were internally preparing for the best possible apology in the world. Words didn’t come easily though, and it didn’t help that Taeyang just kept putting the groceries away, but at least, you didn’t have to directly face him when you finally plucked up the courage to properly apologise.

“Anyways, that’s my mess of a love life. Please, forgive me for bringing you into this. I’ll stay out of your life after this, I promise. Just forgive me.”

Yes, you were practically pleading at this point, but you couldn’t care less. You had already thrown your pride out of the window when you had met him, so this wasn’t all that bad. On the other hand, the burgundy-haired boy kept silent for a few moments, finishing up on packing out. All you could do was to stare at him, hoping for a reaction, but instead, you just realised that this hair colour really suited him, and that he was actually much taller than you had remembered, and oh his eyes were really pretty and-

“Well, about that…” He cleared his throat suddenly, finally turning around to face you from the other side of the kitchen aisle. You gulped nervously before he continued. “Our manager saw us kissing. He’s been assigned to us not too long ago because we’ve gotten a record deal, and he’s taking this relationship stuff pretty seriously. No matter how much I tried to tell him that we aren’t dating, he thinks that I’m saying this because I don’t want to get into trouble. So now he wants to talk to you, too.”

“Wait, what?” You shrieked, your head spinning with all the new information. And with the remains of last night’s alcohol too, but you were to blame for that. But this? “What am I supposed to tell him other than what you’ve already told him?”

“I don’t know, just… try to tell the truth,” he shrugged as if it hadn’t been a big deal for him, but for you? You had not only kissed a stranger the previous night, but you had also been caught kissing him by your crazy ex and also Taeyang’s manager? His manager who was probably very much fuming because bands should probably not date, especially before their debut? Or you had no idea, they weren’t idols after all, and if they were playing at your local bar, they were probably not under a big entertainment company.

Or maybe you were just trying to justify the recent happenings because you didn’t want to face even more embarrassing consequences.

“Okay. When should I talk to him?”

“As soon as possible.”

You gulped yet again, the nauseous feeling from before coming on stronger than ever. Thank god you didn’t live with your parents or anything because you would be dead if they heard what happened, not to mention the whole ruckus with his manager already. What could you do though? You wanted to face the consequences of your actions as responsibly as possible, so you told him that you could do it whenever, and he told you to get ready to head out.

Before that, he reached a bottle of hangover drink out to you, and you took it, blinking rapidly. Before you could thank him or pay for it though, he was already heading towards the door with you following behind.

Turns out they weren’t under a big entertainment agency, so that was good. However, the seriousness of the situation still scared you, let alone all the chipcard entrances and band posters on the walls at the Harmony Entertainment building. You weren’t supposed to be at a place like this, especially not with a boy like Taeyang by your side.

No need to say that the bus ride there had been pretty quiet except for you introducing yourself and Taeyang telling you what to expect at the company and what kind of a manager Lee Jaeyoon was. He had told you that all the other guys in the band already had girlfriends, so Jaeyoon was preparing to put together a very PR-friendly announcement about it for the time they would debut because he took the issue that seriously. They were allowed to date, but the company needed to know about it, so him not telling Jaeyoon about you two had seemed like a major sin in their manager’s eyes.

Knowing that, you didn’t feel any better, but that hangover drink at least helped. A bit. However, it couldn’t stop your stomach from dropping when you came face-to-face with the band’s manager who appeared to be kind, but who knew just how kind he actually was. People in PR needed to be good at concealing their real feelings, right?

Fearing his reaction a whole lot, you almost knocked over the table in the meeting room (by accident!) as you were sitting down, and you didn’t need to look at Taeyang to feel his eyes on you.

“Look, I don’t want either of you to feel bad about this,” Jaeyoon started very diplomatically, and paused a bit before he continued. He was a quite good-looking guy, probably in his late twenties or early thirties, and he dressed professional yet still casual with his soft beige cardigan and plain white tee paired with navy jeans. He could have passed for a friendly neighbour just by his appearance, but you were rather anxious from the moment you faced him, so you couldn’t think of anything other than the fact that you wished you could just disappear from the face of Earth.

“You’re at an age when you’re free to date. What’s more, you should do so. Experience love and heartbreak and all that. You know I’m not against it. If you manage to debut, we’ll release a statement that you guys are all taken, that’s all.”

So far, it wasn’t so bad. It was just what the boy had already told you about. However, you were fearing some kind of a major outburst of his or some yelling or… you didn’t even know what. This guy was just too calm. Eerily calm.

“However, if you aren’t honest with me, it’s not going to work out well, and the record label might not find you trustworthy. I know, Taeyang, that you’ve said that you aren’t doing it because of the fangirls, and I get it, you have a girl you like already, but…” When he averted his eyes to you as he was talking about you, he caught sight of your hands on your stomach and your very much pale face. “Are you okay?” Jaeyoon asked, genuinely concerned. You tried to put on a somewhat genuine smile, not going into too much detail.

“Ah, I’m just not feeling too well, but it’s okay. It’ll pass.”

Jaeyoon nodded politely, and you thought that he would leave it at that, but instead, his eyes widened twice their size in the next second, and the long-awaited yell came.

“OH MY GOSH, ARE YOU PREGNANT?”

“OH MY GOSH, NO!!!” You yelled back at him, probably not having the best impression on him, but it was just so absurd. You had met Taeyang for the first time the previous night! You had kissed, that’s all, you were definitely not pregnant. “No, we didn’t�� We… NO!!”

Apart from appearing a bit too wide-eyed, Taeyang didn’t seem any less unbothered for which you were actually thankful because at least someone kept their cool in the meeting room. Maybe it was the fact that he was ever so patient or Jaeyoon’s naturally calm demeanour, but the manager went back to his previous state a few seconds later, chuckling a bit nervously.

“Okay, fine. Maybe a baby would be a bit too much, but yeah, trust me on this,” he said, possibly in a way to reassure you, but if anything, you were just more worked up than before.

“But we aren’t dating, really, we just-” You tried to justify, keeping your voice at least somewhat stable, but someone cut you off.

“Okay, alright. We’re dating. Are you happy?” Taeyang blurted out, and your jaw literally dropped. What. The. Hell. He was just joking, right? He had to be… It was just that he was too good at this neutral face of his that his manager took him seriously, smiling at him like a proud mother.

“I’m so proud of you for speaking up,” Jaeyoon noted, his voice a lot softer than before. You blinked in confusion, waiting for Taeyang to correct himself, but he just sat there, looking at his manager until Jaeyoon let you go your own way after reassuring you that it was fine, he would talk to the label.

Well, it wasn’t fine for you, but you waited with your frantic question until you reached an empty corridor because you didn’t want Jaeyoon to hear the two of you.

“Why did you say that?” You lowered your voice as you turned towards Taeyang, your eyebrows high up in the skies. Taeyang merely shrugged, and while his unbothered state hadn’t fazed you before, now it was definitely getting on your nerves.

“It’s not like he seemed to believe us…” He pointed out, and well… He was right, but still. He had still lied to his manager! “Plus, if I say I’m taken, I won’t be the only single in the group, so it’s going to be chill,” he reasoned, and even though you hadn’t met him long enough, based on what Keeho had said about his best friend and what you had seen from the burgundy-haired boy already, that much you could believe him. The less drama he was involved in, the better.

You, on the other hand, were still very much up in your head about last night, that kiss, your crazy ex and Jaeyoon’s assumption about you being pregnant, so you were nowhere near calm. Nevertheless, you tried to suck in a deep breath and exhale deeply before trying to carry on with this conversation.

“So am I your fake girlfriend now?”

Now that you put it that way, Taeyang didn’t seem that unbothered anymore, but it only took him a good three seconds to shrug it off.

“I mean… if you want to tell your ex off, now you have a reason to do so,” he suggested (or offered?), and well, he was right (damn it, why did he have to be right all the time?), but if you had known that you would end up as his fake girlfriend, you would have never kissed him at the bar. Even though that kiss had been actually good, and the boy in front of you didn’t seem half as worked up over it as you were…

Still, you wanted to make sure.

“So will you forgive me for last night if I act like your fake girlfriend?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” the musician replied coolly, and dear lord, you definitely had a lot of worries, but at least pleading for his forgiveness wasn’t involved anymore. Just a whole bunch of other stuff including being his fake girlfriend.

What a turn your life took just under 24 hours, huh?

When you went your separate ways from the entertainment company, you set some rules. No unnecessary interaction or public photos of the two of you on SNS for now, but the people around you needed to believe that you two were together, so you could drop some comments about the other to the ones closest to you. Needless to say, your parents were over the Moon when they heard the news whereas your flatmate rolled her eyes as if it hurt to congratulate you (not that you were actually dating Taeyang, but it wouldn’t hurt to receive a few nice words). You told your best friend too, but you told everyone not to demand answers or meetings with the boy because you were just in the “beginning of your relationship”. Plus, you told your ex too who finally got the message that you had moved on, and stopped bothering you. Huh, if you had known that it would take him this much, you would have lied to him a long time ago that you had a boyfriend.

Putting that aside, since you had knocked yourself out on a Friday and you still had a few weeks left of your spring semester, you tried to busy yourself with your studies for the time being. Sure, you stayed in contact with the boy, constantly asking questions (like what should you say, where you had met, what his parents did and did he even attend college?), but you didn’t meet up which definitely did good to the state of your heart since you had made the mistake of looking up his punk-rock band - Seoul Serenade - on Youtube, and you had fallen down the rabbit hole of checking out all of their covers and some of their original songs, too.

However, you called it research since it didn’t hurt to be familiar with his musical background and his band members - Hwiyoung on the drums, Chani on the bass, Jiung the lead guitarist and vocalist, Taeyang also known by his stage name Theo as the lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist -, but oh boy, you just realised yet again that Taeyang was super talented (all of them were), and heck, the comments were even right about him being handsome. You might not have paid too much attention to his features since your nerves had all been frazzled when you had last talked to him, but there was just something chic and charismatic about him that you couldn’t quite put your fingers on. Plus, that burgundy shade of his hair really fit him!

Anyways, enough of fangirling, the main thing was that you had uni to focus on while he was focused on his music, but two weeks after that fateful night, you received a message from Taeyang, asking you if you wanted to come to one of their band practices because the boys had been curious about you, not letting him live without seeing you for themselves.

So that’s how you found yourself in front of his entertainment company, nervously pacing back and forth as if it could help the anxious state of your heart. Since you didn’t have a chipcard to get inside, you needed Taeyang to come out to fetch you up, but it was just even more nerve-wracking. What if someone saw you? Like one of their fans? Fans these days could get info on everything, and even though the boy had said that it was supposed to be confidential that they were under Harmony Entertainment until their debut announcement, who knew that it was actually true?

It didn’t help either that you had spent around half an hour trying to pick out an outfit because you didn’t want to meet his band mates in sweatpants and a plain tee, but you had a hard time opting for something pretty yet not too much. Then again, you were just overthinking everything as always, hence you were lucky Taeyang got there in no time because you weren’t sure that you could keep waiting there in your state.

“Hi!” You greeted him with a hopefully convincing smile, and he actually gave you a half-smile in return. It was already more than anything you had received from him before!

“Hey!” Taeyang replied, examining your outfit for a few seconds before meeting your eyes again.

“Is it alright, or is it too much? Honestly, I didn’t know what to decide on because I didn’t know what the guys would expect and how they would react, but I didn’t want to seem-”

“You look pretty,” the boy cut you off, rendering you speechless with his confident comment. You blinked a few times, trying to decipher if he was genuine or if he said it merely because he wanted to calm you down, but you assumed he would tell you face-to-face if he didn’t like your outfit. He was straightforward like that.

Consequently, you mumbled something akin to a thanks and he cleared his throat before ushering you inside. As you were following him, you noticed that his hair was in a ponytail, and dear gosh, if anything, he looked even more handsome this way. You had better access to look at his features without his hair covering his face, and you found yourself staring at him way too quickly, so you averted your eyes to the elevator wall instead, waiting to reach the right floor.

“Don’t worry. The guys are pretty chill, just a bit curious, but nothing we wouldn’t be able to handle,” he let you know coolly, but the way he said ‘we’ sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, one that you really wanted to forget about as soon as it happened. Suddenly the air in the elevator seemed suffocating, and the previous weeks of checking out their Youtube videos definitely didn’t help.

You were practically jumping out of the elevator when you arrived on the floor of their practice room, but Taeyang didn’t comment on it. He merely showed you the way, and you followed. When he was about to reach for the door handle of the practice room, you grabbed his hand, forcing him to stop.

“What if they ask something we haven’t discussed before?” You asked frantically, worse and worse scenarios crossing your mind. There were so many things that could go wrong, and you didn’t want them to find out that you were just faking it because that would make everything a hundred times worse. You were the reason you two ended up here, and you didn’t want to put the boy in an uncomfortable situation, so you were slightly hyperventilating.

“We’ll just improvise. That’s fine.”

“And what if they don’t like me?”

For a moment, you thought that Taeyang would laugh at you, letting a mocking smile spread across his lips because he assumed that you were overly sensitive. Instead, he turned towards you with his body, his features softening, eyes deeply boring into yours. You felt like the seconds were mini eternities, your heart hammering away rapidly with each passing second, but his gaze didn’t let you go, and you didn’t dare to look away.

“It’s going to be fine,” he broke the silence, and his voice was the softest it had ever been. “You silly,” he added, mischief turning his eyes bright. You felt yourself drop a semi-annoyed smile and let go of his hand, letting him open the door.

You took in a deep breath before walking inside, but it turned out pretty quickly that you had nothing to be afraid of. Actually, the other three guys all seemed to be more on the reserved side, so they didn’t start bombarding you with unnecessary questions yet they politely introduced themselves. In the beginning, you talked about their band, and you couldn’t help but praise the boys for their talent. Obviously, Hwiyoung mentioned that you probably praised them only because your boyfriend was a member of it, but you fervently denied it. They asked you about your favourite covers, and hollered when they realised just how much you actually knew about their music. From the corner of your eyes, you could see a content smile tinting Taeyang’s lips, but he said nothing, and honestly, you were sure that it was better this way.

On the other hand, when Chani inquired cheekily who was the first in your relationship to make a move, the burgundy-haired boy couldn’t help but point at you, the playful side of him jumping out again.

“She was, she even initiated the first kiss.”

“Yah!” You exclaimed, slightly annoyed and slightly embarrassed even though technically, he was right. You had initiated your first kiss (the first and only), but still… Did he need to call you out in front of his friends and bandmates?

“I mean, I didn’t expect anything less,” Jiung cleared the slight tension in the air with a knowing smile. He seemed to be the mediator type in the band, no wonder he tried to create a peaceful atmosphere. “Taeyang needs some time to warm up to people, but when he does, he shows affection in his own secret ways even though he would try to deny it if you asked about it.”

“I know,” you blurted out, suddenly having all eyes on you. You bit down on your lower lip, wondering whether you should say it or not, but two can play this game as they said, so you decided to speak up. “When I got drunk, he took me to his place and watched over me the whole night from a chair that he pushed to the side of the couch,” you shared your assumption with the boys, and Taeyang could only scratch the back of his neck, so you knew that you were right.

It hadn’t been Keeho who had done so, it had been him. You had kind of figured it out with the way he had gone out to get groceries and a hangover drink for you early in the morning. If he hadn’t cared, he wouldn’t have gone the extra mile, you assumed. You only had one question: why? Back then, you hadn’t even known each other at all, so why had he been so attentive?

“Oh, what a romantic guy!” Chani cooed playfully, and Taeyang rolled his eyes at him, but still didn’t deny anything.

“You know, you can hold each other’s hand or anything, you don’t need to sit so far from each other,” Hwiyoung pointed out with a laugh, and he was right, you sat almost at the opposite ends of the couch. The couch was pushed to one side of the practice room, facing the instruments, so whoever visited could have a great view of the band playing.

Hearing Hwiyoung’s words, you exchanged a glance with the lead singer, your lips curling upwards at the obvious distance between you two. However, you didn’t expect Taeyang to actually close the distance and throw his arm around your shoulder ever so casually as if it had been natural for him.

“Just didn’t want you guys to tease me about it!”

“Oh, but the fact that you have a girlfriend is a big thing! It’s like you’re allergic to cute things, so it’s a true miracle,” Chani exaggerated with big hand movements, and you assumed that your fake boyfriend would roll his eyes or tease the boy back, but instead, he turned to you and said:

“Maybe there are exceptions.”

Oh. Dear. Gosh.

What did he just say? Directly to you?

It couldn’t be real, could it? Was Taeyang flirting with you? For real? Hell no, he was probably just too into faking it.

Your heart literally skipped a beat, and you were sure you were blushing like crazy, facial expression totally giving away just how surprised you were because the boys started laughing, and Jiung needed to remind them to stay focused, so they could start the band practice. Which they did in a matter of minutes, but you were still trying to recover from your earlier bewilderment with the ghost of Taeyang’s touch on your shoulder and the way he was looking at you burning into your mind. What had just happened?

More importantly, what was more to come?

The thing with being Taeyang’s fake girlfriend was that it was difficult not to actually fall for him. Not only was he a super talented musician with a voice that could send chills down your spine, but he was also affectionate in his own secret ways just like Jiung had phrased it.

For instance, he remembered when your exams would be and which subjects they would be for, sending supportive messages before them and asking about how they went afterwards. He remembered your favourite coffee order, so when you went to more of their band practices and he got coffee for everyone, he got your favourite almond latte with caramel syrup without you directly telling him to. He noticed when you felt truly uncomfortable around a topic and immediately changed it, and he put together that you rather sat in the back of a bus than in the front, so that’s where he sat down when you were taking the bus in the same direction after band practices.

In his case, it was very true that actions spoke louder than words. Not that you had a problem with it since sometimes you wished you could just shut up instead of embarrassing yourself with your many monologues and rambles, but Taeyang never called you annoying or too emotional or anything of the sort. Sometimes you seriously couldn’t decide whether he was being genuine when he said nice things about you in front of his friends or he said it just because you were fake dating, but nevertheless, you let yourself be a bit delusional, and be grateful that you had a boyfriend at least (even if he was fake).

In the meantime, you had practically become besties with Keeho (his words, not yours), and his band members were pretty cool too, even inviting you for the boy’s birthday party in July. Since you stayed in Seoul for the summer because of an internship, you had no reason to say no. Taeyang even liked the birthday present you had chosen for him - tickets for a baseball match because you had gotten to know that he liked baseball -, and maybe you saw it wrong, but it seemed that your gift genuinely took him aback (which was a big thing when it came to him, actually).

Since you spent quite a lot of time together, you got to know each other quite well, and then again, it was definitely difficult not to fall for him. His actions, his words and all the skinship you shared that seemed to become more and more natural as time went by… Your thoughts were soon filled with him, and you found yourself looking for his messages, and ready to talk about him to just anyone. No wonder your parents wanted to see him for themselves.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? We can still go back,” you turned to the (now fading) burgundy-haired boy at the train station, waiting for yours to come. He looked down at you, dropping a semi-amused smile as he reached out to ruffle your hair.

“Then, it seems I’m going to meet your parents alone.”

“I’m serious,” you pulled on his flannel shirt, something that didn’t make you all red and blushing anymore. However, it did definitely awaken those so-called butterflies in your stomach, and you couldn’t do anything about those anymore. You had given up on fighting this feeling. “You don’t have to go this far for a fake girlfriend.”

“I’ve thought you like spending time with me,” the boy teased you playfully, and even though it was definitely a good sign that he was in an upbeat mood today, you weren’t that laid back. You felt more nervous about him meeting your parents than when you had met his band members despite knowing him better and knowing all the stories you had agreed on regarding your fake relationship even better.

“That’s now what I mean. I-”

“The train is here,” Taeyang hastily pointed out and started walking towards the closest door. You let out a huff and followed him, still sulking a bit as you were departing, but the moment the boy put down a bag of your favourite candy in front of you, your frustration evaporated. He would probably not do all of these if he didn’t mean to.

Your hometown was about two hours away from the capital city by train, yet that wasn’t a lot of time when you spent it talking about your childhood and embarrassing school stories. Taeyang had his fair share of laughs when he listened to your stories, but in return, you didn’t feel guilty for laughing at the way he was reminiscing about his dear kindergarten days and not so dear events that made him cry when he had been ever so young. By now, you knew that the boy was actually much funnier than he made it seem like, and he could get a bit emotional at times too, but you would have never called him out on anything. You liked getting to know all parts of him.

You arrived at your destination on time, and walked all the way to your family’s house since it was pretty close to the train station. You hesitated only a bit before letting yourself inside and opening the door for the boy behind you.

“We’re home!” You announced, a bit timid, but you should have known that your parents would welcome the boy with open arms, especially after the messy end of your relationship with your ex. Your mom had even mentioned once on the phone that you sounded a lot happier these days, and it must be because of your new boyfriend, and you couldn’t really deny it either.

Taeyang was ever so polite with your parents, and he seemed to naturally get on well with them, talking about the latest baseball match with your father and watching in awe when your mother introduced him to her small garden, inquiring curiously about the season they grew in and such. Your parents were pretty cool about him too, not looking down on him for being a musician, but rather being more curious. When your mother asked him to sing a bit, you shushed her, but the boy still did so, and you had a feeling he gained a new fan.

Of course, as with every family gathering, came the embarrassing stories (more embarrassing than the ones you had shared with him on the train) and storytimes that made you blush like crazy. However, Taeyang gave your shoulder a bit of a squeeze, sensing your slight discomfort, and directed a smile at you to let you know that it was all fine with him. In return, he shared some stories about him and his family and also his crazy friends, and they were so fun, you had a great time listening to him.

“Stay for dinner! I’ve prepared so much for you two, even your favourite,” your mother announced looking at Taeyang when you blurted out that you should be going if you want to get back while it was still not dark outside. The boy exchanged a glance with you, but you looked away immediately, too ashamed to admit that you had actually told your mother about so many of his favourite things, it was rather embarrassing.

In the end, you stayed for dinner and then for even more, playing Activity late into night. You and Taeyang were against your mother and father, and it was so much fun, your heart was literally jumping up and down in joy. Once, you abruptly hugged your fake boyfriend when he got a really difficult question right, and instead of letting go of you quickly, the boy pulled you closer, hugging you tighter, making small flowers bloom in your heart.

Sadly, you didn’t win, but it was great fun, and even while you were getting the guest room ready for him to sleep in, you were recalling certain expressions you had no idea how you should have guessed right. Since you hadn’t previously agreed that the boy would stay over, he got some clothes from your dad (thank god for your father’s tall genes because Taeyang was pretty tall), and it was cute seeing him in your father’s shirt that he used to wear for those family sports days you had always signed up for when you had been young.

“Will you be okay for the night?” You inquired once both of you had showered and your parents went to sleep. The boy nodded, a smile plastered on his face (dear gosh, his smile did silly things to the state of your heart!).

“Yeah. Thanks for everything, really.”

“Ah, I’m rather embarrassed that they even made you stay for the night,” you admitted, letting out a chuckle.

“I don’t mind. Your parents are really nice,” he replied casually, his features softening. He just looked at you for a few seconds without saying anything, and it was so weird that you didn’t feel uncomfortable under his stare but rather grateful, you suddenly didn’t know what to do with yourself. “But you… You should stop feeling like everything you do is embarrassing. It’s not. I know your ex made you feel insecure about this, but it’s not true,” he added seriously, and you were so caught up in your feelings for a moment that you didn’t even realise what was odd about his statement.

“Wait, how do you know that?”

“Ah yeah, you don’t remember,” Taeyang hummed, his lips curling into a nostalgic smile. You eyed him for a second, having a feeling what it was about, but he was nice enough to let you know. “You had told me before you knocked yourself out on the night we met. You told me about your ex, and why you broke up, and why you found it hard to open up your heart to anyone after him.”

“Oooh…” It was all you could muster because you truly didn’t remember that you had talked to him that night, let alone about such personal stuff, but well, you were a talkative drunk, that was for sure. However, with his confession, there was just something tugging at your heart, and it didn’t let you go until you asked about it. “So that’s why you actually didn’t mind becoming my fake boyfriend? Because you knew so much more about my relationship with my ex than I would have remembered.”

You got him with it, you could see. You weren’t usually this straightforward, and you didn’t usually call himself out like that, but judging by that kind of awkward smile in the corner of his lips, you guessed that he felt like he was being caught. However, when you just kept looking at him without saying anything, his features hardened and he rose from the bed he had been previously sitting on. You were standing by the closed door, so not far from where he was, but it seemed like an eternity until he walked to you.

“You told me earlier that I don’t have to go this far for a fake girlfriend. Well, I’ve made my choice, and I truly like spending time with you,” he admitted, referring to the words you had said at the train station. With him being face-to-face, his body so close to yours, you felt your heart picking up its pace, but you couldn’t ignore the many scenarios crossing your mind either. He was just so beautiful and so otherworldly, and with the way he was looking at you, you felt like becoming a part of his world, and you were truly thankful for it. For his world was so bright, so loving and so caring.

“I like you,” he added seriously, leaving no room for any doubts. Then, he reached for a stray lock of hair that escaped your messy bun, and tucked it behind your ear, his touch ever so gentle. You felt like a whole galaxy was about to explode inside of you, and when you locked eyes with him, fireworks went off in your heart. “You silly,” he added, his lips curling into a rather coy smile, and you couldn’t help it, you smacked him in the chest while laughing. He was taken aback for only a moment before joining you in the laughter.

“I like you, too, you silly,” you mimicked him, still smiling. He reached for your hand to gently pull you closer to him, and threw his arms around you, inhaling the fruity scent of your body wash. You did the same, feeling your father’s lemongrass body wash on him and your mother’s rose-scented detergent on his clothes, but even without it, he already felt a lot like home; somewhere where your heart always gravitated towards, and it felt good to know that he felt the same way.

Needless to say, you could barely sleep that night with all the little butterflies in the stomach, but one thing was for sure: you couldn’t wait to see what was awaiting the two of you now that you were actually a real couple, and neither of you had to fake it or deny how you were feeling. Coming to think of the fact that it was all because of a drunken mistake, it didn’t really seem like such a bad mistake after all.

Or maybe it was the best mistake you had ever made.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading my story! I hope you’ve enjoyed it! ❤️

Truthfully, I didn’t plan to write this right now, but I guess comeback season got to me because I don’t have any other explanation for finishing this in 5 days (during a work week on top of that!) other than the fact that I’m in love with this new era and the new album. 😂

What’s everyone’s favourite song on the album? Mine would probably have to be Mirror Mirror, Doom Du Doom and Different Song For Me. (Yes, I can’t choose just one). 😍

On another note, if you’re interested in other fics of mine or other P1Harmony stories, consider signing up for my taglist here.

Hope you have a lovely day/night! ❤️

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givemewallywestorgivemedeath · 4 years ago

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Ranking The Flash's Kids

Jimmy Garrick: 10/10

Buckle in folks, this one is sad. Little Jimmy Garrick was adopted by Joan and Jay Garrick shortly after World War Two. Jimmy was only four months old when he came into their lives and less than two weeks later Jimmy died of pneumonia. Although Joan and Jay had always wanted to be parents, the heartbreak was too much to bear and they never attempted to adopt again.

Jimmy gets a 10/10 for me because even though he was only in their lives for a short time, he meant the world to Joan and Jay.

Dawn and Don Allen: 5/10

The Tornado Twins are sharing a ranking because I have 12 kids here and Tumblr only allows ten photos. They got the same ranking anyway so it works. Dawn and Don Allen are Barry Allen and Iris West-Allen's biological children. Born in the future (after Barry and Iris time travelled there to retire) they grew up without their father as Barry had died saving the world. Both were born with superspeed and they became the heroes 'The Tornado Twins'. Don is the father of Bart Allen aka Impulse (and technically the genetic father of Thaddeus Thawne aka Inertia) and Dawn is the mother of Jenni Ognats aka XS. Both twins died saving the world from an alien invasion.

They both get a 5/10 because while they are very nice and their kids are awesome, ultimately, they don't really do much. On one hand, I get it, they're dead. But on the other hand? Dead speedsters show up all the time, so not really an excuse. The twins are great but DC needs to use them more.

Nora Allen: 3/10

Nora Allen is the daughter of Barry Allen and Jessica Cruz (aka Green Lantern). Nora is from an alternate universe where Jessica and Barry got married instead of Iris and Barry. Nora inherited Barry's speed and uses it to fight in her apocalyptic version of earth. She is the oldest of Barry and Jess' children and is dating Wonder Woman's son.

Nora is getting a 3/10. The Barry and Jess thing is just too weird. I'm not a fan of the age gap between Barry and Jess and I'm certainly not a fan of Barry marrying anyone but Iris. Nora seems nice enough but her design is just meh.

Jason and Jenny Allen: 4/10

From the same universe as Nora Allen, Jason Allen is the middle child and older twin to Jenny Allen. Jason (presumably named after Jason 'Jay' Garrick) was not born with superspeed but rather the full range of Lantern Light. Jenny also has 'Lantern Light' powers, like her twin, and they both seem to have problems controlling it. Barry and Jess are dead in this universe which had effected all of the kids but Jenny seemed to take it the hardest.

Jason is getting a higher ranking than Nora (4/10) only because his design and powers are a little bit more creative. He wasn't just a copy'n'paste of his parents which I like. He's still getting a lower rank, however, for the reasons I listed for Nora.

Like her twin brother, Jenny is getting a 4/10 and for all the same reasons. The design is a little bit more creative and the powers are neat. Nothing more to say really.

Joshua Jackam: 10/10

Are we counting Joshua Jackam as Wally West's kid or Barry Allen's kid? Josh is a tricky case but I wanted to add him because he's so cute. Warning, this one is sad as well. Joshua Jackam was believed to be Wally West's son with his ex girlfriend, Julie Jackam. Josh displayed lightning powers incredibly similar to Wally's speedforce lightning. It was later revealed that Josh was actually Weather Wizard's biological child. After Julie's death, Josh was adopted by none other than Iris West, Barry Allen's wife. Josh was ultimately killed not long after by Thaddeus Thawne. Now I'm counting Josh because Iris adopted him and even though Barry wasn't alive to meet him, this makes him Barry's adopted son in spirit to me.

Josh is getting a 10/10 because this little spark plug is an absolute cutie. There was a while where Iris couldn't show up in anything without Josh in her arms and I think it's adorable that the two of them were that close.

Iris 'Irey' West II: 10/10

Iris 'Irey' West the Second is the daughter of Wally West and Linda Park. Irey was born with a strange connection to the speedforce which caused her to rapidly age and made her powers manifest as intangibility rather than superspeed at first. After she fixes her speedforce connection (by taking her brother's half of it) she develops full blown superspeed and takes on the mantle of Impulse.

Irey gets a 10/10. She's smart, she's cute, she's sweet and she's fast, what more could you ask for? Sure she's a little impulsive at times but hey, what can you do? She has to live up to Bart's legacy.

Jai West: 9/10

Jai West is the twin brother to Irey West and the son of Wally and Linda. He shared a speedforce connection with his sister which caused them both to rapidly age and caused his powers to manifest as temporary super strength (he speed up the growth of his muscles). After his sister took his half of the speedforce he lost his powers completely. Although lately it's 50/50 if Jai shows up without powers or with full blown superspeed. Although he's been trained to fight, he has yet to pick an identity.

Jai is getting a 9/10. I love him as much as I love his sister but he does get a point demerit for his attitude. Saying mean things to his sister and suggesting that his father should rob a bank will unfortunately lower him to a 9/10.

Iris West II: 7/10

Iris West II, aka Kid Flash, is technically a different person than the Iris 'Irey' West II that we already ranked. This Iris is the alternate universe half sister to Irey. Although they look similar, Iris actually has a different mother because Wally didn't marry Linda in this universe. They just share the same name because Wally likes the name Iris in every universe. Iris grew up without a mother and a distant father. She was constantly trying to prove herself to her father. She wanted to show him that she could be a hero and that she would be his legacy.

Iris gets a 7/10. She's cool, her outfit rocks and she's constantly trying to help people, whether it's through volunteer work or through heroics. She gets some points off for her impulsivity. It'd be acceptable and fine if she were a child still (or even just Impulse) but as a teenager (and Kid Flash), it's not a great quality. Also she's a little bit hot headed, which she definitely gets from her father.

Barry West: 0/10

Barry West is the older brother to Iris West and is Wally West's son from an alternate universe. His mother is not Linda Park and is instead an unnamed woman that Wally married. Barry never became a hero or did anything with his life. He drinks, smokes and belittles his sister and father. He hates the Flash legacy and wants nothing to do with it. He even steals food from a charity.

0/10. Barry is the worst kid. Absolutely zero redeeming qualities. He acts like Rudy.

Johnny Tyler: 2/10

Johnny Tyler is the son of Jesse Chambers aka Jesse Quick and Rick Tyler, aka Hourman. Jesse was formerly the Flash so Johnny fits on this list. Johnny was named after his grandfather Johnny Chambers, aka Johnny Quick. Three of Johnny's grandparents were in the JSA (Johnny Quick, Liberty Belle and the original Hourman) and both of his parents are current members. So far it is unknown what powers Johnny has inherited, if any, as he is still an infant.

Last but not least (that honor goes to Barry West) is Johnny Tyler at a score of 2/10. Why is he so low? Because we've only seen him maybe twice. Where did he go? Does he even exist anymore? I don't think I've seen his parents mention him even once since Flashpoint.

Note:

Wally West, Wallace West and Bart Allen aren't being ranked here (although they are the Flash's kids in spirit) because they would break the scale

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years ago

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comparisons ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2195

request?: yes!

“Can I get a Colson Baker one where you’re dating after him and Megan where you get a bunch of hate and they both defend you against the hate please”

description: when her boyfriend’s ex is one of the most beautiful actresses of this generation, she finds herself being constantly compared to her and receiving hateful messages

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, hate messages, insecurities

masterlist (one, two)

There was some sort of assumption that when you start dating someone, you immediately hate their ex. That could not be further from the truth for me and Colson. In fact, Colson’s ex-girlfriend introduced us shortly after their break up, and had constantly pushed for the two of us to get together.

Megan was basically the backbone in our friendship. She pushed me to pursue my dreams in acting (as well as helped you with that since she was so much more famous than you were when you started), then she pushed me to start auditioning for bigger roles. The moment she introduced me to Colson, I knew exactly what was coming next.

“That’s weird, Meg,” I had told her. “Isn’t there, like, a girl code about dating your best friend’s ex?”

“I’m literally shoving you onto him,” she had responded. “I think you’re fine with the girl code.”

A few months after meeting, I finally caved and asked Colson out on a date. Six months later, I was still thanking Megan for giving me that push.

Shortly after making our relationship public, however, the happiness slowly came to a stop. For me, anyways. Colson, bless his heart, was blissfully ignorant to the comments his fanbase started to send me.

“yikes, he really downgraded huh?”

“how do you go from megan fox to...that?”

“guess mgk couldn’t keep up his streak of hot girlfriends”

Hate comes with fame, I knew that. I had my fair share of hate comments ever since the start. It was easy to ignore them when they were just a handful of hate comments here and there, but this was different. This was a bombardment of hate that was so heavy I could barley go online.

Colson was oblivious for a while, until he found out I had deleted all my social media accounts.

“Did you delete your Instagram babe?” he asked the minute he got home the day I had done it.

“Yeah,” I responded, nonchalantly. “I deleted all my social media.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I just thought it’d be better for me mentally. They say being so attached to social media is bad for you or whatever.”

“But you weren’t even addicted to social media. You just liked sharing your memories - our memories.”

I shrugged again and turned back to my cooking. I wasn’t about to tell him his fans drove me off the internet. He loved his fans, I couldn’t fuck that up for him, even if what they were saying hurt me so much.

My back was to him as I cooked, so he couldn’t see my reaction when he asked, “Is it because people were comparing you to Megan?”

I froze completely. I could feel his eyes staring into the back of my head, but I just couldn’t convince myself to turn around to face him. I knew that if I did, I’d crack. I had gone too long pretending everything was okay, keeping this secret from Colson, to finally let it slip now. I just had to throw him off of his thought process.

“Where did you get that idea?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light.

He was next to me suddenly, holding his phone up so I could see it. On the screen was a picture of me at a red carpet just below a headline that read “(Y/F/N) deletes social media accounts amid hateful comments from boyfriend Machine Gun Kelly’s fans”.

I sighed in frustration. Of course the tabloid vultures had already written articles about it. I had only done it a few hours earlier, but they always had to be the first ones to write another story about me.

“I didn’t even know I was getting hate,” I said, trying to keep up the lie even though it was pretty obvious I had been found out. “I just decided to delete my accounts, it must be a coincidence.”

“Really? Because this article says you were receiving so much hate that you couldn’t even go into the comments on your pictures or replies on your tweets without seeing a mass amount of hate from my fans.”

I turned off the stove and turned around suddenly, abandoning my cooking completely as I quickly walked out of the kitchen and towards mine and Colson’s room. I felt a lump forming in my throat, and the last thing I wanted was for Colson to see me cry.

I wasn’t shocked to hear his footsteps coming after me. I forgot how much longer his legs were than mine, so it didn’t take long for him to catch up with me and stop me before I could get too far away. He took hold of my arm and turned me around to look at him. The moment my eyes landed on his face, it felt like someone had finally broke the dam holding back my tears.

Colson pulled me in for a hug and held me tightly as I sobbed into his chest. Every ounce of overwhelming feelings I had been bottling up for months was finally starting to come out, and I realized it was long overdue when I eventually began to grow tired from my crying.

I felt Colson pick me up and bring me to his bed. My eyes were starting to grow heavy despite how much I was fighting against them to stay awake. The minute my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep, but it was obvious I had needed that rest, because when I woke up again I felt more well rested than I had in a long time.

I opened my eyes to find myself facing the window, which helped me to pinpoint that it was now nighttime as the sky was pitch black. I rolled over, expecting to find Colson asleep next to me only to find that I was alone in his bed. I was confused at first, forgetting the events that happened mere hours earlier.

I could hear a distant voice talking and was able to identify it as Colson’s. I got up from his bed and made my way towards the stairs, hearing it get louder as I stood at the top.

“I wish she would’ve told me,” he was saying. “I don’t know why she would’ve kept this a secret from me.”

“She didn’t want you upset with your fans,” came another voice. This one was distorted like it was coming from a phone. When she spoke again, I realized it was Megan’s voice. “And she’s stubborn. She was probably determined to deal with this by herself.”

“I just hate that she felt that way,” Colson sighed. “I don’t want her believing anything any of those people said to her, but I saw screenshots and fuck...they really did just bombard her with hate.”

“I know, but none of us could’ve predicted this. Your fans were so cool with us dating, I thought they’d love (Y/N) since we’re so similar.”

I sat down on the top of the stairs and peeked down enough that I could see Colson without him seeing me. He was laid out on the couch in just his sweat pants. In his hand he was holding his phone up, the other was slung over the back of his couch. I could see the guilt on his face, which broke my heart to see. I didn’t want Colson feeling guilty for something that was out of his control.

“You think what I posted will do anything?” he asked Megan.

“I don’t know. It’s hard to tell. When people want to hate, they just want to hate.”

Hearing that Colson had posted something made me curious. I felt around my pants for my phone, but realized I had probably left it in the room or downstairs somewhere. I was in too deep now to give myself away, but I really wanted to know what he had posted about the situation.

“Thanks for talking to me about this, Megan,” he said.

“Of course, Colson. Anytime.”

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Colson tossed his phone onto the coffee table and put his arm under his head. “Are you gonna come down babe?”

I wanted to ask how he knew I was there, but instead I stood from my spot and made my way down the stairs. When I entered the living room, Colson just looked up at me for a moment, almost expectantly. I smiled down at him and laid on top of him with my head on his chest. The arm that was over the back of the couch wrapped around me and he gently kissed the top of my head.

“How much did you hear?” he asked.

“Just the last bit,” I admitted. “Something about a post you made.”

Colson hummed, his chest vibrating underneath my ear as he did. “I wanted to address the issue, and I knew you wouldn’t let me do it if you were awake.”

“I still don’t like that you did it now,” I said, half joking. “Can I see the post?”

He moved his head to look down at me. “How do I know you’re not going to delete the post?”

“You don’t,” I responded. “You’ll just have to trust me.”

He smiled and reached over to grab his phone from the coffee table. He opened it and pulled up a post he had made on Instagram: it was your usual white background with text post you saw celebrities make from time to time.

It read:

“I love my fans so much. You guys are my EST family, and I’m so proud of this family that we have built over the last few years. However, it came to my attention today that some of you have been less than nice to my girlfriend to a point where she felt the need to delete her social media accounts. I will admit, I was oblivious to this at first as I am not one to go onto other people’s social media to read comments and replies, and (Y/N) kept this to herself instead of telling me about it. But now that I do know, I have to say I am beyond pissed. (Y/N) is the most beautiful girl I have ever met, inside and out. She is not Megan, and honestly - with all respect to Megan - I’m glad that she’s not. I love Megan as a friend, but truly that’s all she is to me. (Y/N) is my soulmate, the love of my life. These comparisons and jabs at her because she isn’t my ex are absolutely disgusting, especially coming from people who claim they love me as much as you guys do. Please learn how to treat the people in my life with love and respect, or else take my face out of your profile pictures and my name out of your usernames/bios as you are not a true fan of mine. From the bottom of my heart, fuck you to anyone that made my girlfriend feel like shit.”

I scrolled down to see the comments and saw that the top one was from Megan, and was already liked by Colson.

“(Y/N) is not my competition, nor is she my enemy. She is my friend and she has been since before Colson and I were ever together. The fact that people feel the need to pit two women against one another just because they both dated the same person is absolutely appalling to me. I’d like to emphasis Colson’s statement - fuck you to whoever hurt my friend.”

I handed Colson his phone back, not wanting to read any more. I could feel a lump in my throat again, but this one was from happiness. I felt so lucky to have two amazing people in my corner during a time that was otherwise very trying for me.

“I’m sorry I never told you,” I said as I rested against his chest again.

“You shouldn’t be sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“You don’t have any reason to be sorry either. You can’t control your fans.”

“Then neither of us will be sorry.”

I chuckled at this. For a moment we were both silent, the only sound being Colson’s heart beating under my ear. It was a soothing sound, and combined with his fingers tracing over my back, I was almost lulled back to sleep.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my hair.

I lifted my head to look at him. “What?”

“I said I love you.”

I was speechless. It was the first time he had seriously said those words and he had managed to shock me into silence with them.

He looked at me, his face slowly becoming concerned with my silence.

“I love you, too,” I finally managed.

A smile broke out across Colson’s face as he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly to him. For the rest of the night, he would whisper those three words to me randomly, and I would whisper back my response every time.

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niksfics · 4 years ago

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↬ FATE

↬ PAIRINGS: kenma x f!reader (side aka rebound mention) miya atsumu x f!reader

↬ WARNINGS: a whole lotta angst, breakup, it’s an online relationship, kenma is cold and hurts ur feelings

↬ SUMMARY: your relationship with kenma really had felt like the last one. He was it, turns out he didn’t have similar feelings.

↬ A/N: alright loves!! This isn’t proofread at all it’s 2 in the morning I’ll edit when I wake up, butttt Thanks to my lovely ex girlfriend you are now being graced with this steaming pile of trash. (Lovely was not meant sarcastically at all she is in fact very lovely.) Ngl almost, if not all of this story is about my relationship with my ex gf. This is how I cope people. ￫ It’s taken me awhile to actually be able to right something that’s why things kinda stopped. Tbh after she broke up with me it’s been very hard for me to write so hopefully this helps! And I hope you enjoy!! I would also just like to say if it feels a lil weird it’s cause these are things I’ve actually written in my notes I tweaked it a little to fit the story but it’s straight from the source 😩

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You sighed as you opened your notes app. Your eyes scanning over all of the little facts and quirks he had told you about himself. All the stuff you’d wanted to remember. The stuff that had seemed so important to you before. Now it was meaningless, almost like facts about a stranger. Almost as if you hadn’t spent four months learning about and growing with eachother.

You scrolled down a little bit right under, how his favorite marvel character is Spider-Man and you chewed on your lip. Your fingers hovering above the keyboard on your phone. You looked over the facts again. The things he dislikes and the stuff he adores, the things he likes to collect to the way he feels passionately about a certain topic. You begin to type.

Friday June 25th 2022 12:22 Am

I cried again tonight, because I still love you. It’s been a month and six days since we broke up. It feels like there’s a hole in my chest. You seem to be doing fine though, so I’m happy for you! This is the second time since we’ve broken up that I’ve felt actual physical emotional pain in my chest. Remember when I told you how bad it hurt after we broke up? Remember how you didn’t even ask if I was ok? Didn’t even bother to answer. Do you remember that? I remember. I’ve thought about it every day since. I remember it being so bad I genuinely thought I was having a heart attack. Wasn’t until I’d called tetsu crying that he’d told me it was just emotional and I should probably try to relax.

I read through our old messages. I’ve never wanted something back so bad. Never wanted to beg anyone to stay till now. I wish you loved me like I love you. I wish I hadn’t grown so attached, wish I hadn’t fallen so deeply into love with you. I wish it wasn’t my fault that we broke up. I wish I wasn’t so fucking scared. I wish I was fearless. Wish I could rise into love bravely. I wish I was brave when it came to you. I keep telling myself it was me. It was me not you. You didn’t love me anymore. You don’t love me anymore and you’re just too nice to say that. So you told me in the only way I could handle. Except you hadn’t used the words you should have. You got bored. We both know it’s true. You were bored of it, and I don’t blame you. I know we’ll never talk again, and part of me is so glad. Another part of me forces myself to read through all our messages though. I wish I could just tell you one last time. I love you.

You sighed saving it before closing out of it. Tears you hadn’t known were falling finally became known to you as they streamed down your cheeks. Your eyes puffy as you wet your lips, the salt of them coating your tongue. You were bitter and so were your tears. I briefly wondered what he was doing right now. Probably playing a video game. You knew his schedule all to well by now. Probably testing out a new game for his stream.

A new set of fresh tears fell as you remembered how you used to call him right before he went on. Being lulled to sleep by his occasionally curses and the clicking oh his controller or his keyboard.

You never expected things to end this way. You really thought he was the last one. Yes it had only been four months, but the way he made you feel. The way that it had felt. It had felt final, and you’d been friends before you even started dating.

You sniffle moving yourself to the kitchen to poor yourself a glass of water as you remembered how nervous you were when you first texted him. You had acumulated quite the crush on him back in high school. As Inarazaki’s manager you were required to go to the games, and even after your team lost you had stuck around. Watched him play and cheered him on. Two weeks later you had begun to text, as friends of course. It wasn’t until four months ago that you’d gotten together.

Your anniversary was only two days prior to your break up. You both had never been one to even care about that stuff. You had agreed early on in the relationship that we wouldn’t do anything due to the distance, and the business of our schedules. You were never one for remembering things like anniversaries anyways.

He really did feel like the one. Sometimes you just know. Sometimes you can just feel it. Like, you know that feeling you get when you know something is off or you know for sure something is about to happen even without being told it’s going to. That’s what it felt like to be with kozume kenma.

You thought you knew, you thought this time, this time its for real. You thought it was finally safe to say, that he was the one. You both had even admitted to looking for each others initials in those stupid soulmate tik tok videos.

You were finally in a mature relationship with someone you could talk about anything to. You had gotten so caught up in it, that you didn’t even see the end creeping up on you.

↝

You’d finally gained the courage to text him again. Unfortunately it was in a drunken daze. Your hands shaking as you fumbled with your phone typing things you’d come to regret in the morning. You’d sent him a series of texts telling him how much you missed him, how you didn’t understand how he was so okay. You had been a wreck that night. One of your friends puking in her toilet as you cried. You were happy of course that he was doing so well, but you’d been a wreck for so long and he hadn’t even changed. You told him you wished you could be okay.

When you’d awoken the next morning hair knotted in a complete mess and wiping drool from your chin your heart had sunk even lower. His response was cold. You knew that kenma could be cold. You knew that it was just who he was, but this particular text had felt so unfeeling and unfamiliar, it was as if he hadn’t even sent it himself. He had only ever talked like this to you once and that was when you first became friends all those years ago.

Kozume ❤️

Hey, it’s okay. And yeah you see what I choose to put up. I could be better. But I choose to stay optimistic and busy. Sorry that things are this way.

You had never seen so many periods in a text before. He only used grammar like that when he was peeved, and maybe you were wrong, maybe he’d done that on purpose, but it had hurt so bad. It had caused an ache so deep in your chest that you weren’t sure if you’d ever even dated him at all.

Yeah.

It was the only thing you could bring yourself to respond back with. How were you supposed to respond to that? You’d stared at it for so long and after you’d sent it you wished you had said more. Wished you would’ve said something more insightful than a simple, heartbroken, “yeah.”

Not too long later there was another ping and you held your breath. His name briefly appearing across your screen.

Yeah. I could be better. But I hope you do well soon. I’m sorry that I can’t really do much to help out

And of course you did the only thing you could do. Deflect. Pretend like you hadn’t said what you’d said not even fourteen hours ago.

No it’s fine. I’m fine. You don’t have to apologize. I’m sorry that you could be doing better.

He left you on seen. You knew you sounded like an asshole. At least to you, you felt like an asshole. Why couldn’t you have come up with something else. Why couldn’t you tell him the truth. Tell him how you felt. Tell him that you didn’t think you should be broken up anymore. That the month long cruel joke was over and you were ready to spend your nights falling asleep to him playing video games again. You didn’t though, and you never would. You’re not brave enough, too prideful to even try.

You swallowed down the bile rising in your throat as you realized even if you did beg him. Begged him to take you back. Tell him that you still love him. You were too late, and you just couldn’t be selfish when it comes to him. He is over you and it was so plainly obvious. You know that deep down. Know that he’s moved on, and it kills you inside. So you did the only thing you could do. Try and put it into words.

So as you lay in bed the warm body you let occupy your space sound asleep beside you, his toned blonde hair tousled slightly and you sighed. Finally away from the shenanigans of your friends you took a deep breath before you closed your eyes.

You opened up your notes app again and scrolled past the last entry. You swallowed again as you blinked the tears out of your eyes. Your thumbs beginning to move before you even gave them permission.

Wednesday June 30th 2022 1:39 Am

Here I am again. Stuck. Stuck in the same place I’ve been for so long. You know, I write so beautifully when I’m broken. I’m most of my best work is written when I’m being torn apart. But I just, I can’t seem to find the words. I can’t seem to put it into a document and turn out little story into a different story to cope. Can’t seem to write it out. Can’t seem to move on.

I hovered over the unfollow button on your page today, to keep myself from scrolling through your things again. To keep myself from getting hurt. So I don’t have to be reminded. I want to delete it. Delete where we officially met. On a chat through my screen. I wanna wipe the messages clean. And I’ve tried. Oh how I’ve tried. But I can’t.

I want to delete our conversations. The hours long talks we had, but then, what happens afterwards? What keeps the memories alive. I’d never been so in love with someone before. I’ve never actually…. Been in love before. I thought I’d been in love, but it didn’t feel like that, and losing them never hurt like this. Losing someone has never hurt this bad before.

I’ve never felt the emptiness you left so deep in my very being with anyone I’ve ever met before. I can’t seem to pull myself together. And it’s pathetic I know. It’s pathetic that I’m still here. In the same place I was a month ago. It’s about to be two months we’ve haven’t been together. I’m hurting. Hurting so bad. It’s painful to look at you.

I haven’t deleted the photos even though I probably should. They’re still tucked away in an album in my camera roll labeled “us <3” the one one I made specially just for you. The way I’d been so excited when I was finally ready to tell my friends. I even have this stupid notes folder from when we were dating where I wrote all the little things about you that I never wanted to forget. I find you so endearing. Everything you do. I just couldn’t help but right it down to keep it safe so it never leaves my mind. So that I never forget. But now, forgetting is all I want to do.

I never thought there’d be a time in my life where I was more emotionally stunted that I normally. So stunted I can’t even put this, our split up, into words. Make it something entertaining for somebody else to read. Write a book about it. My publicist keeps asking when the sequel for my book will be done. I don’t know if it’ll ever be finished. I can’t do the one thing I’ve always been good at. I’m crying as I write this.

And I wish it would just end here in this little notes app. Wish the love would die in here. I always think I’m over you and then I see you again, and nowadays your everywhere. A very big hit and I’m happy for you and your success, but seeing you makes my heart squeeze in my chest.

I think I’m over you until I play that stupid fucking game that causes me to scream at my phone, or my laptop in frustration, but I just can’t seem to delete it because I know it’s something that you love. That show we used to talk about. I know you know which one, I can’t seem to watch it without thinking of what was. You’ve ruined it forever cause now it only reminds me of you. I know you’ll never see this, but I like to imagine you can. That my time for closure has somehow come.

When you told me you were sorry that things were this way, it was a real slap in the face. It stopped my false hope. My wishing. It all came to a halt. I’m glad. Glad that you’re happier. That you’re better without me. But god, now I’m so fucked up and I can’t even talk to you.

You were the only person I had left. The only one who understood me. And now you’re gone. You took a part of me with you that night. A part that I’ll never get back. I should’ve known that you would leave. I’ve never been able to get someone to stay for longer than three to four months.

I thought I could let my guard down though. I thought we were in the clear. I’d thought finally. Finally someone is gonna stay. I thought you were my person. I still think that to this day. I thought we were gonna make it. And now I’m with this guy I don’t even like. He’s not you, he doesn’t act like you. He doesn’t like video games like you do.

He doesn’t talk to me like you do. Like you did. But you know how it ended I don’t need to put it here. Unfortunately I’ll always love you even if you don’t love me. This is so scattered, I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy.

With that you closed the app and put down your phone. Plugging in it and as it dinged miya atsumu rolled over in his sleep. He reached for you his hands wrapping around your waist to tug you against his strong body.

His gravely voice whispering through sleep, “mmm finally decided to come to bed?” You hum moving an arm under on of his to wrap around his thin waist. “Mhm, thought you might need the company.” You began to draw little shapes and letters against his back as he chuckled, “oh yea? How thoughtful of you princess.”

Suddenly it was quiet and your closed eyes opened to his wide brown ones, his eyebrows furrowing .

“Did you just spell kozume on my back?”

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novoaa1writes · 4 years ago

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candles

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pairing(s): dark!wanda maximoff x reader

summary:

you’ve been feeling strange for the past month, particularly when it comes to dating.

you do your best to ignore it, thinking it’ll resolve itself on its own—given time, that is.

it doesn’t.

(and it’s got everything to do with wanda.)

[also available on ao3]

word count: ~5,300

rating: mature

warnings: dark!wanda, NON-CON spanking (with a belt), NON-CON BDSM play, mental manipulation, partial mind control, emotional manipulation, mental coercion, trauma bonding, toxic dynamics, drinking, possessive!wanda, non-con mind-reading, vandalism, adultery (not in reference to you or wanda), brief instances of slut-shaming

notes: [requested by anon] reader’s sexuality isn’t explicitly stated, but ex-partners of different genders are referenced/mentioned

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wanda uses a couple bulgarian terms of endearment for reader here, so below is a lil’ list in the order of which they appear.

*note: all of these are exactly one letter away from being precise matches to synonymous terms in russian. HOWEVER, the bulgarian alphabet and the russian alphabet are different—granted, in fairly minor ways. for one, while both are comprised of cyrillic lettering, russian has 33 while bulgarian only has 30.

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You have no fucking clue what’d gotten into you.

One moment, things were fine—good, even. And the next… well.

You’ll explain.

It was something like 11:30 on a Saturday night, and you were drunk.

Well, not drunk. More like buzzed.

But whatever, right? Considering the week you’d had, you deserved to let loose, even if only for a night.

Monday night saw a very angry and decidedly unhinged soccer mom banging on your door, screeching vehemently about the ‘two-faced slut’ who ruined her marriage and demanding to be let in so that she could ‘make her sorry.’ Turns out, the older guy your roommate had been sleeping with as of late was married—not that he’d bothered to share that particular bit of information with her, obviously.

The two of you spent the better part of the evening barricaded inside, passing a bottle of cheap wine back and forth while trying to explain to the 911 operator that you weren’t messing around, that there really was an angry soccer mom on your doorstep and you were actively fearing for your safety.

She eventually left around 10:00pm—no thanks to the police, since the 911 operator hadn’t even bothered to give them a call. It wasn’t until the next morning when you left for work that you saw the woman’s parting gift to the pair of you: the word ‘HOMEWRECKER’ spray-painted across the front door in obnoxious red lettering.

Bye-bye, security deposit.

That same night, you made your roommate promise to start dating people in a similar age range—because really, the both of you were stressed enough as it was without worrying about coming in between yet another middle-aged couple’s dying marriage.

The rest of the week wasn’t much better.

On Thursday, your balding creep of a boss had made yet another blatant pass at you in the workplace, making you seriously consider (and not for the first time) the prospect of just quitting and being done with it.

Then, at shit o’clock on a Friday morning, you awoke to an urgent phone call informing you that an ex of yours (one you were actually on semi-decent terms with) had gotten into a fairly serious car accident, and still had you marked down as her emergency contact.

30 minutes later found you showing up at the hospital just moments after your ex’s current girlfriend had arrived, which then prompted the whole ‘you still being your ex’s emergency contact’ revelation when the current girlfriend demanded to know what you were doing there, which ended up being… well, you’ll just say it wasn’t pretty, and leave it at that.

And your ex was going to be completely fine, anyways. She just had some minor cuts and abrasions, and would need to undergo a fairly minor (read: minimally invasive) surgery over the next couple days.

Before leaving, you instigated a quick check-in with the doctors to ensure they had everything they needed—which then turned into you providing a list of allergies, as your ex wouldn’t likely be conscious for another couple of hours, and apparently the current girlfriend didn’t know of her sensitivities to penicillin and phenobarbital… which the current girlfriend was less than happy about, if the daggers she glared at you were any indication.

Whatever. You were just trying to help.

You thanked the doctors, told them to feel free to call you if anything went awry, then asked if they might tell your ex to call you when she awoke. You thought about offering some words of comfort to the current girlfriend as she sat vigil at your ex’s bedside, but the murderous glower she shot you the moment you got within ten feet of her was more than enough to make you think better of it.

With that, you left.

So… yeah. It’d been a shitty week.

And now, here you were: a girls’ night out at the lively nightclub you and your roommate had scoped out just last weekend, tossing back $12 cocktails and letting the trashy EDM beat blaring over the speakers drown out the rest of your thoughts.

You’d been feeling a little weird all week—all month, really.

As far as you were concerned, this was exactly what the doctor had ordered.

So, when a cute guy wearing black jeans and a white T-shirt that was at least a couple sizes too big yet did well to compliment his well-muscled torso came up to you and started chatting you up at the bar, you didn’t blow him off.

The exact opposite, in fact.

He was nice, and funny, and had a gorgeous smile that made your chest feel warm for reasons that had nothing to do with the alcohol. When he flirted with you, you flirted right back.

You felt a little guilty for doing so, though you couldn’t exactly put a finger on why that was. Either way, you didn’t allow yourself to dwell on it for very long.

After all, you’d been feeling hints of that for the past month, if not longer. It seemed to happen whenever you flirted with a cute guy, or went out on another Tinder date with a pretty girl, or even hugged one of your close friends.

You’d get this painful tightening sensation in your gut, nausea roiling in your abdomen… a distant, lofty voice in your head telling you that this was wrong, that you already belonged to someone else.

Which was pointless, really. Stupid.

You were single.

Your last serious relationship (barring the one with your now-hospitalized ex-girlfriend) had been over seven months ago with an eccentric guy named Lukas. He was kind, well-meaning… a bit of a dork at his very core, but you always found that more endearing than anything else. You’d dated him for four and a half months before deciding to break it off; because as much as you cared for him and enjoyed being around him, you didn’t love him, and you knew by then that you never would.

You thought about him, from time to time—even missed him now and again.

And yet, the strangest thing about the shameful feeling you’d get whenever your roommate so much as brushed a friendly kiss up against your cheek—it had absolutely nothing to do with Lukas.

You didn’t know how you knew that, but you did.

Whatever.

This guy was not Lukas.

His name was Des—short for Desmond, you learned over your fourth sugary-sweet cocktail of the night. He was charming and slightly foul-mouthed, but conscientious and passably polite where it mattered. He didn’t grope your ass or stare at your tits, nor did he make any lewd commentary about your body in any capacity.

He also smelled… really good, like Old Spice and spearmint gum and the barest hint of cigarette smoke.

That was more than enough for you.

(Whatever, alright? Decent guys were in short supply these days.)

You smiled and let him buy you another drink, even after you’d insisted that he really, really didn’t have to. And when an obnoxious pop song with a beat that was far more catchy than you’d have liked to admit came over the speakers, you let him coax you out to the dance floor with minimal resistance.

It was… fun. You liked the way his hands rested on either of your hips—gentle, almost careful; holding you like he understood he didn’t have a right to your body, like he was more than content that you allowed him this to even think of demanding any more.

Despite the twinges of guilt flaring in your gut, you let yourself get a little more comfortable… dancing closer and closer to him amidst a packed crowd of writhing bodies, letting your breasts graze up against his chest.

It was teasing—provocative, even. A test, of sorts—one that Des passed with flying colors.

He didn’t do a thing to rush you, just kept dancing across from you with his hands on your hips and his darkened gaze on yours—seeming fully content to let you set the pace for the moment. And God, but the way he was looking at you… patient but eager, like he wanted nothing more than to crush your body against his own and grind himself into you like an animal—and yet, still, he held himself back.

You couldn’t help but find that attractive as hell.

Looping your arms around his neck, you let your body to press flush against his as you swayed to the beat of the song, not shying away from the slight stiffness you could feel growing against your hip.

That guilty, nauseous feeling in your gut pulled tighter.

You ignored it, and, when he leaned a little closer to shout over the deafening music, “Would it be alright if I kissed you?”... well.

You wasted absolutely no time in lunging up on the tips of your toes to capture his lips in a messy open-mouthed kiss, the strobe lights of the club fading into obscurity around you. His lips were warm and gentle against yours—tentative, at first, until you pressed a little harder and traced the seam of his lips with your tongue… and, yeah; that did the trick.

A moment later, his lips parted to let out a quiet groan directly into your mouth as he began to reciprocate in earnest, setting every nerve ending on your body alight with electrifying want.

And that’s when it happened.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a twisted sort of clarity hit you square in the chest—slowly, and then all at once.

The next bits were something of a blur.

You tore yourself away from Des, turned to forcibly elbow your way through a floor of grinding bodies. You thought you heard him call out your name, and more than a couple people on the dancefloor turned to glare at you as you rudely brushed past them without care—but, whatever.

You texted… someone, telling them you were headed back to the apartment, so they shouldn’t bother waiting up. The group chat, maybe?

And now… Now.

Before you can blink, the past crashes into the present, and you find yourself back outside in the pitch-black night.

It’s dark… chilly. A brisk wind catches you the moment you stumble out onto the sidewalk, assaulting every inch of your exposed skin like scores of needles piercing your flesh. You whimper, shudder, and hug your arms around your body—trying to warm yourself back up like a scared little kid who forgot their jacket.

For the first time that night, you regret the tiny black babydoll dress you’d chosen to wear for the evening—and that’s not even to mention the four-inch heels.

It’s miserable, to be sure, but you can hardly focus on it for very long.

No, you have to go somewhere. You feel sick, and cold, and wrong in a way you’re loath to even begin explaining to anyone else.

And your head… you’re positively aching for something—someone to make this better.

You need… Wanda.

Yes, Wanda is the person you’re looking for. She can make all of this better.

You don’t know why, but you’re sure of it. You just need to find her. Hopefully she’s spending the night in her apartment on that super cozy sofa of hers, drinking hot chocolate and binge-watching something on Netflix like the two of you did a couple weeks back.

A fond grin curves your lips at the recollection as you stumble off down the sidewalk, headed for the nearest subway station.

Another wintry gust of wind hits you square in the chest, and you pinch your forearm hard, silently willing yourself to focus.

The station should be less than a block down, if you’re remembering correctly.

At the next street corner, you manage to brandish your pepper spray in one hand while you rummage around in your purse for your MetroCard with the other.

It’s cold as hell, and you’re probably a little too drunk to be walking through the City streets alone right now, but you don’t much care.

All you gotta do is find Wanda. That’s all.

She’ll make everything better again.

— —

Where everything else is confusing, there’s one part that seems to make sense—Wanda.

You nearly pick a fight with the card reader at the subway entrance when it makes you swipe your card three times to let you through, and even the stairs leading down to the lower tracks are more of a challenge than they probably should be… and yet, somehow, the rest of it is blessedly simple. A no-brainer, really.

You know which train you need to take… the blue one that arrives in four minutes. You know you need to stay on it for five stops before getting off.

Once you’re up at ground level, you’ll have a short walk ahead of you—one that you know like the back of your hand despite only ever having been to Wanda’s a couple of times.

You’ll enter Wanda’s apartment building, take the elevator right up to floor four, and boom! Home free.

You do exactly that.

It takes a short time (thankfully) and there’s not an ounce of uncertainty within you all the while, like you’ve done this 100 times before.

In seemingly no time at all, you’re there—standing on Wanda’s doorstep, knocking a couple times just beneath the burnished bronze ‘4A’ nailed into her door.

Your head feels all light and dizzy; you’re still shuddering from the time you spent out in the cold; but—

“One sec!” Wanda’s muffled voice comes from inside, the mere sound of it washing over you like a soothing balm—promising relief.

You’re safe now.

You made it.

— —

The moment the door swings open to reveal a bleary-eyed Wanda Maximoff dressed in tiny grey pajama shorts, an oversized Star Trek T-shirt, and nothing else, it’s like everything falls back into place.

It’s like… like you can breathe again.

You’re still drunk, and shivering, and more than a bit confused; but now that Wanda’s awake and here and smirking like she knows exactly what’s happening even if you don’t, you feel… better, somehow. Not nearly so lost as you were before.

“Y/N,” Wanda greets, stepping aside and offering out a hand to help you inside. You’re quick to take it. “I was not expecting you,” she drawls, though everything about her demeanor is saying the opposite as she shuts and locks the door behind you.

You pay it little mind. “Yeah, I... ” you trail off, turning to face her even as an embarrassed flush warms your cheeks. All of a sudden, you can’t help but feel rather ridiculous for knocking on her door and barging in so late—especially without calling first. “I’m so sorry, I... I don’t know why I’m here.”

Wanda just tilts her head, appraising you curiously even as the ghost of a knowing smile curves her lips. “Are you sure about that?”

The heat in your cheeks seems to intensify tenfold at that. “I… I need to tell you something,” you hear yourself say, and the moment it’s registered, you realize that it’s true.

You feel… guilty, all of a sudden. Nauseous, too. Scared.

You danced with that guy—Des. You flirted with him. You let him touch you… You kissed him. Why would you do that?

In the present moment, Wanda nods, like that makes perfect sense. Like all of this makes perfect sense.

“Okay,” she acquiesces lightly, flares of crimson flitting through her measured gaze. “Is it something I’ll have to punish you for?”

‘Punish’ me? What—?

You feel Wanda’s presence in your head… inconspicuous tendrils sifting through your thoughts, worming their way through your scattered memories.

No point in lying.

“Y-Yes,” you hear yourself say. Much like earlier, it isn’t until the moment you’ve confirmed it aloud that you know it to be true. You danced with someone else. You flirted with him. You let him touch you… kiss you. “I… I’m so sorry, Wanda; I-I don’t know what I was thinking.”

You see the moment Wanda finds it—your memories of the nightclub. Meeting Des at the bar. Flirting with him… Kissing him.

The look on her pretty features goes from bemused to disbelieving to absolutely murderous in zero seconds flat, and the realization hits like a freight train that you’re really in for it now.

Fuck.

“Go to the bedroom,” she snarls, her typically blue-green eyes burning with scarlet light. “Then take off that slutty dress. I want you on the bed, face down, naked. Do you understand?”

Your head is spinning; confusion rears its ugly head in your gut even as every ounce of your being screams at you to just obey—‘cause if you can just do that, the rest of it will start to make sense. (Maybe.) “O-Okay.”

— —

You don’t know how you know the way to Wanda’s bedroom, but you do.

You slip inside a room shrouded in darkness, and no matter how it strains your eyes to look around, you don’t dare turn on the light.

It’s a modestly-sized bedroom with hardwood flooring, fairy lights along one wall, and an adjoining bathroom just opposite the entrance. There’s a tall, wooden dresser pressed up against the wall directly across from a large, king-sized bed. That’s pretty much all the detail you can manage to make out in the darkness.

Well, either way, you suppose it isn’t really your business.

Wanda gave you specific instructions, and you intend to follow them.

Not for the first time tonight, you’re quite happy about the babydoll dress you’re wearing—particularly for how easy it is to pull it up over your head and off, leaving you in panties and a strapless bra in a matter of moments.

You fold the dress neatly in your hands, then leave it atop the dresser. Your panties and bra come next. In seconds, you’ve formed a small, tidy pile.

As you step out of your heels and approach the neatly-made bed, you’re struck with the strangest sense of déjà vu… like you’ve done this before.

It lingers in the forefront of your mind as you crawl up onto the bed, biting back a groan at how easily the plush mattress gives way under your hands and knees.

God, you’d kill to have a nice nap in this absolute cloud of a bed.

You shake the thought off, simultaneously willing the haze of intoxication fogging up your brain to abate.

You’re not here to nap.

You settle face-down onto the bed, just like Wanda said. You’re careful not to rest your face on the pillows, though, since you have the distinct feeling that’s not something Wanda would want you doing without permission.

Instead, you fold your arms and rest your head atop your forearm, staring straight down into nothing. You scrunch up your features and let out a quiet huff as the black duvet tickles the tip of your nose.

It smells like her—all of it does. Cinnamon, vanilla, and something indefinable; something that belongs to Wanda, and Wanda alone.

You feel your body stiffen as a familiar set of footsteps draw near, approaching the room where you lie—naked and vulnerable atop Wanda’s bed.

The patter of Wanda’s gait becomes almost soundless as she enters, circling around the bed over towards the nightstand. You don’t dare to turn your head and watch as she pulls out one of the drawers, rummaging through it until she finds… well, whatever it is she’s looking for, you suppose.

A moment later, there’s the telltale chk! of a match being struck, and a hiss as the phosphorous tip lights itself aflame.

It’s quiet for a minute... then two. The only sounds you can hear are your breathing and the strike of a match every time Wanda lights another.

Gradually, gentle flares of light grow in your periphery, bathing the room in a dim, yellow-y glow. She’s lighting candles—a lot of them.

You’ve always loved candles.

A couple minutes later, she’s finished, and she returns to tuck the matchbox safely back in the drawer.

You lose track of her as she retreats once more, and your mounting curiosity is more than piqued when you hear her rummaging through the dresser near the foot of the bed; still, you don’t dare turn and look.

Instead, you wait, fetid nausea churning low in your gut, pinpricks of apprehension dancing across every inch of exposed skin. Your heart thuds painfully against your ribcage as she takes something out from the dresser drawer, then shuts it with an audible thud!

You swallow the lump in your throat and urge yourself to focus on your breathing.

In, out.

In… out.

“I’m disappointed in you, Y/N,” Wanda’s voice comes from somewhere behind you, genuine hurt coloring her hushed tone.

You have to fight the urge to shudder as a chill runs down your spine. “I… I’m sorry, Wanda,” you say meekly, pathetically, cheeks hot with shame.

And the worst part? You’re not lying.

You listen carefully for the sounds of her bare feet padding across the floor as she circles the bed once more, crouching down right beside you in the very corner of your periphery.

“Look at me,” she orders, gentle yet firm.

You do.

The moment you meet her gaze, you can’t help the errant thought entering your mind that she looks so pretty like this—face bare of makeup; long brown hair piled into a messy bun atop her head; dainty features cast into darkened shadows by the low, yellow light of burning candles clustered together atop the nightstand.

The muted light seems to soften her anger, her pain… allowing her to really look her age for the very first time since you’ve known her.

“You think too loudly, Y/N.” Wanda’s words are dry, almost teasing as they jolt you back into reality. “Focus on me, please.”

You do.

“You belong to me,” she asserts after a beat of silence, an uncharacteristically intent and almost solemn look splayed across her dimly-lit features. “I thought you understood that.”

The words confuse you even as they seem to resonate poignantly with some fundamental part of you… a part of you that categorically refuses to be ignored.

“Wanda…” you trail off, bewilderment and contrition warring violently within your chest until it aches to draw breath. “I’m confused, Wanda,” you whimper out finally, overwhelmed tears burning in your eyes. “I-I-I don’t understand what’s happening—”

Wanda cuts you off with a derisive snort. “Yes, clearly,” she agrees, her tone ripe with sardonic ire. “You’ve forgotten yourself. You’ve forgotten who owns you.”

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, desperately trying to make sense of it all. “Is that why…” You search Wanda’s eyes intently. “... I-I felt sick, an-and… guilty about dancing with Des.”

Something like anger flares in her gaze, hot and bitter, and you have to resist the urge to shrivel beneath it. “That boy had no right to touch what’s rightfully mine.”

“B-But then… why didn’t I remember?” you ask, utterly forlorn. “I-I felt it last weekend, too, but I… I didn’t—”

“Last weekend?” Wanda repeats, features hardening.

Oh, shit. You feel your cheeks get hot again. “I… I shouldn’t have brought it up, Wan’, I’m sorry—”

“What happened last weekend?” she interjects, her tone cold and hard like a double-edged blade. “You can tell me yourself, or I can start looking.”

You shiver. “I… I went on a-a… a date with a girl that I met online,” you admit, tears welling in your eyes even as Wanda’s jaw visibly tightens. “I-It was just the one time! A-And nothing happened; we didn’t even k-kiss! I just… I didn’t… I didn’t know—”

“Yes. You’re right; you didn’t know.” Wanda stands abruptly, then, and it’s at that moment that you see the folded belt in her hands—thick, worn leather with a sterling silver buckle.

An icy sense of dread blossoms in your chest, chilling you from the inside out.

Is she going to—?

“I was indulgent before… I let you get away with far too much. I will not make the same mistake again.”

With that, she turns to circle back around the bed, the belt buckle audibly jangling in her hands with every step.

“I have to punish you, принцеса,” she continues, her voice scarcely more than a whisper as she comes to stand near the foot of the bed—and somehow, you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that there’s no convincing her otherwise.

She’s going to punish you, and it’s going to hurt. Bad.

All at once, panic seizes you. You squirm, writhing in an effort to get up and off the bed—

Only to be stopped by tendrils of lurid crimson curling around either wrist, forcing them together just over your head like magic—glowing crimson cuffs holding both arms fast to the headboard. On a whim, you test your legs—tensing and pulling, only to be met with iron-clad resistance encircling either ankle in a tight, unrelenting grip.

Well, fuck.

“W-Wanda,” you plead, hardly paying any mind to the way your voice trembles. “Please, I—I don’t want—”

“I do not enjoy punishing you, мила,” she laments, almost sounding genuinely apologetic. It tugs at your heartstrings in a curious way—something you really don’t have time to examine right now. “But you did something bad. And when you do bad things, there are consequences. You understand that, don’t you?”

A tear trickles down your cheek, warm and wet as you steel yourself for the first hit. “Y-Yes.”

“Good girl,” Wanda lauds, and you can’t help the surge of warmth that washes over you at the simple praise—the pride that blooms in your chest at knowing you’ve finally done something right. “Now—try and relax, принцеса, okay?”

It’s all the warning you get before the first blow comes down upon your bare arse with a resounding Crack!

White-hot pain flares across your bottom, racing up your spine like wildfire and tearing a strangled whimper from your throat.

Jesus fucking Christ, that hurt—

Crack!

Holy fuck.

The impact of the leather against your naked cheeks leaves strips of fire burning in its wake, expelling all the air from your lungs in a choked-out rush.

“P-Please, no, Wan’,” you beg breathlessly, struggling in vain even as coils of vibrant scarlet hold you fast, “it hurts, please—”

Crack!

“This is for your own good, baby,” Wanda coos, sounding for all the world as though she truly believes every word of it.

Crack! This one lands directly across your sit spot, ripping a shriek from your lips as molten agony rocks you to your core.

“Wan’—Fuck, please, no—”

Crack!

“G—God, fuck, pleasestop, please—”

Crack!

“P—Please, hurtssobad, I’m—”

Crack!

“FUCK !”

Tears stream down your cheeks, wetting the black duvet beneath your face. You’re absolutely beside yourself with torment, your bare ass aflame with a pain unlike any you’ve ever known.

Crack!

… And the hits just keep coming—raining down stripes of blistering heat across your sore, bruised buttocks; pummeling your throbbing, exposed rear until it feels as though the entire area has just become one puffy, pulsating bruise.

Crack!

All the fight has completely gone out of you; now, your body completely slack—devoid of any resistance even as every hit seems to sear itself into your impossibly tender bottom like a third-degree burn… The pain is absolutely incredible, unlike any else you’ve ever known.

You’ll do anything—and you really do mean anything—to make it stop.

“P-P-Please, stop it, Wanda, PLEASE—”

Crack! Another hit directly across your burning sit spot rips a watery sob from your throat, followed by—

Crack!

It’s all you can do to keep yourself from hyperventilating until you pass out.

Crack!

Agony blackens the edge of your vision, fresh tears streaking down your cheeks as you await another strike…

But it doesn’t come.

Wh—?

“Have you learned your lesson, мила?” Wanda asks, and this time, her voice comes from closer… like she’s right beside you.

You don’t have it in you to be startled when a feather-light kiss lands itself between your shoulder blades, nor when one hand begins stroking up and down your heaving torso in soothing motions.

“Y-Yes! I—please, God, yes,” you babble, overwhelmed by the sensation of unadulterated pain branding every inch of your battered arse. “I promise I’ll never, ever, ever do it again, Wan’—Won’t ever be with anyone else—jus-just please stop hurting me—I’ll be so good, please—”

“Shh,” Wanda shushes you tenderly. You feel yourself twitch as the mattress suddenly dips beside you. “It’s okay, любима,” she soothes, coming to rest beside you. “Just breathe, okay? Breathe.”

‘Breathe’...

Your pulse thunders in your ears; your ass is on fire with an anguish far beyond your years; and yet, there’s something undoubtedly soothing about her words as they wash over you in gentle waves… something that tells you you’re safe.

Were you a little more lucid, you might’ve found that quite the nonsensical paradox—this feeling of safety and security with the woman who’d just beaten your arse raw without mercy no matter how you wailed and sobbed and begged for her to stop.

But as it is, you’re not.

Instead, you’re just broken and teary-eyed and in pain, and Wanda’s tenderness is a most welcome respite to alleviate that excruciating ache.

You take a deep, shuddering breath, even if it burns your lungs something awful, and force yourself to let it out slowly.

In, out.

In… out.

“That’s it, мила,” Wanda praises gently, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “You’re doing so well… Just like that.” Her fingers come to rest beneath your chin, urging you to turn and face her…

And you do, far too exhausted to even think of doing anything other than what she tells you to. Your lungs burn; your nose runs; and the pain in your bottom hasn’t abated any—if anything, it’s intensified.

You’re more than happy to be given something else to focus on.

When you look at her, her blue-green eyes are wet—glossy with tears.

“Wanda?” you manage weakly, feeling your brow crease with worry. “You ‘kay?”

Wanda sniffles, huffs out a watery-sounding laugh. “Yes, Y/N, I’m alright,” she whispers, then leans forth to plant a gentle kiss upon the tip of your nose. “I’m just so very, very proud of you.”

Despite yourself, you feel a pleased flush spread throughout your body at that. “Really?” you mumble, exhaustion drooping your eyelids until it’s a challenge just to keep them open.

Wanda nods, a tear sliding out of her eye that you yearn to reach forth and catch with your thumb—but alas, you’re far too weak. “Really.”

You hum, burrowing your face further into the duvet beneath your cheek—even if it is still damp with your tears. “‘M sorry I was bad, Wan’,” you murmur, feeling darkness near on every side. “Didn’t mean’ta make you upset.”

“I don’t like punishing you, принцеса,” she says once more, and this time, you have no reason to doubt that she means it. Honestly, you don’t know how you ever could. “It hurts me just as much as it hurts you.”

You hum again. Your eyelids feel too heavy to open. “‘M sorry,” you say. “Gonna do better… make you proud… I promise.”

Wanda chuckles. The sound of it makes your chest feel loose and warm and happy. “You already do, darling girl,” she murmurs. You don’t know if it’s because she’s whispering, or you’re fading into sleep, but you can barely hear her when she repeats it once more: “You already do.”

Sleep descends upon you, then, and you succumb to it willingly, feeling safer and more at peace than you have in a very long time.

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look. i haven’t been to therapy in a hot minute, ok?

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UwU welcome to the twst writing fandom~ Aha finally a blog that can write for male! mc,I haven't seen them for a while nor there are a lot of~ Can i request hc with the first years with a male crush reader~? Hope that you'll get many followers! ahehe~I dunno what to say. Hope that you have a great day, UwU -🍵🌱✨

Hello there Tea Non! (can I call you that qq?) Sorry for the wait!! Jack’s part feels a bit too short and Sebek’s quite long,, ^^’’

Warnings: mild language! internalized homophobia (Epel’s part!) Tags: fluff, male!reader

➸ Ace is a little shit bastard, but he (along with Deuce) practically became best friends. You're one of the people he would tease to death and annoy with but also he would stand by your side no matter what.

➸ You banter a lot together. You'd fight, argue, and even tease each other which is considered "too mean" to other people.

➸ Though your arguing turns to flirting sometimes. You didn't even realize it, Ace didn't even realize it, but your friends did and they're placing bets if you two are actually into each other or not.

➸ How long did Ace figure out that this isn't just a normal bro-thing? Well, suddenly, seeing you scowl at him and swear at him is becoming more than amusing—it's becoming endearing. He likes the way you look at him or even gets hyped up in annoying you when you fire back with remarks.

➸ The fluttering feeling in his chest only grew when you two were play flirting. He grinned cheekily at you about maybe needing some company while doing library duty. You know what you said to him back?

➸ "Awe, Ace. Do you want to be alone with me that much?"

➸ His brain tried what just happened and why that he was so red right after that whole exchange. You two always flirted and bickered, right? Why does it feel kinda different now?? What??? Hnajgejegegaeg????

➸ Then you started to do intimately nice things to him—like that one time you had to tend to his hand after burning himself during potions class—then oh, oh. Fuck. Oh fuck. He has a crush on you. Does that surprise him? To have a crush on a guy? Not particularly, because this isn't the first time it happened.

➸ Before Ace met his ex-girlfriend, he already experienced what it's like to have a crush on a guy. He didn't understand why or why that feeling is the same feeling he has for a girl.

➸ His brother found out first then he came out to his mom. She did call it a phase but in a way that she was supportive of him questioning his sexuality. His mom assured him that she wouldn't love him less if he's bisexual.

➸ Ace just hopes this little crush of his doesn't develop. He doesn't want things to get awkward between the two of you! Just because he likes the way your cheeks reddens when he slings an arm around you and pinches your cheek, doesn't mean you can do the same to him...okay, maybe he'd like that a little bit

➸ Deuce is a smart student. He's loyal, reliable, and diligent. However, sometimes he just comes off as dense.

➸ He's comfortable with his sexuality. Whatever it is that is seen as too intimate for two bros to share is normal for him. After all, you're his best friend! Along with Ace and Grim. There's nothing weird about how he's treating you because he treats his friends the same way.

➸ Said friends watch his imaginary ears and tail wag when you praise him or compliment him. Okay, who's gonna tell him?

➸ It's like they were the ones who realize Deuce has a crush on you first than Deuce himself. They started placing bets on when he's going to realize it or if you'll be the one to find out and Deuce still hasn't realized what he's feeling is infatuation.

➸ It's rather cute, actually. Deuce is already cute but he became quite endearing when he smiles at you. How he's always making sure to see if you're comfortable, checking in on your wellbeing, and asking if you need help.

➸ He's a little protective of you, too. Granted he controls himself to not get into too many fights. He doesn't want you to get roped into the fights and get hurt. However, if some mob student even dares to mess with you when you aren't even doing anything, you got some backup. (Don't mess with the First Year Squad).

➸ Ace teases him about his little crush on you which leads to Deuce punching his arm all flustered. He's a little shit to Deuce about this too, always making kissy sounds when Deuce gets too cute around you.

➸ The funny thing is, Deuce doesn't even realize he's infatuated with you. Again, he thinks you just have a special place in his heart. You're his bro and he's willing to fight with you.

➸ He finally realized when he talked to his mom about you and she commented how glad she is that her son found someone he can be happy with. She reminded him to take his crush as a motivation in his studies, and Deuce nodded at her advice.

➸ Wait WHAT—

➸ Epel is by no means weak. This boy worked at a farm before he was in NRC. That pretty face doesn't mean a pretty heart (sometimes).

➸ Though the urge to pick him up out of nowhere is tempting. No one in the squad tried to do it to catch him off guard (Ace attempted to while Deuce stopped him, Sebek doesn't think it's necessary, and Jack only picked him up because they were working out together). Besides, he isn't some damsel to be hoisted out of nowhere! He doesn't like it...or so he thought when you picked him up by the torso to move him out of the way. Epel didn't see Grim running at full speed on the ground because his tail got bitten by a live crab. Your first instinct was to just grab and lift him—you didn't mean to startle him, really.

➸ Needless to say, Epel developed a new emotion. He doesn't know what to call it or if there's even a name for it. Is there a name for "brain shutting down for brief moments after being picked up with ease?"

➸ Does he like you? Does he actually have a crush on you?? He never had a crush on a guy before—he never had a crush on anyone. Does the fluttery feeling in his chest when you touch shoulders mean that he likes you?? ahufaeofaufea????!!

➸ He's just...lost. So lost about what he's feeling towards you. A lot of invasive and absurd thoughts flood his mind. Do you have a crush on him too? Will you like him? Would you find him weird? Who's gonna "wear the pants" in the relationship?? He doesn't want that! Liking a guy doesn't make him less manly, right? RIGHT??

➸ "Hey Epel are you—" | "I DON'T LIKE HIM." | "...dude I was just gonna ask if you're finished with your essay..."

➸ The squad (sans you) have to reassure Epel that his feelings for you are valid and that doesn't make him less manly than he already is (Jack and Deuce). Liking a guy is the same as liking anyone else (Sebek). Worrying about a certain role to play in a relationship between same-sexes is kinda homophobic (Ace).

➸ That assured him, atleast. He isn't familiar with liking a guy. Plus, with where he came from, it's definitely uncommon. However...there is one thing that Epel is familiar with.

➸ He definitely fantasized about meeting someone to grow old with. Someone who will love him back and share dreams with. No one knows about this of course—what are you talking about? He's not a sappy, romantic person. Not at all!!

➸ Jack would deny it 100%

➸ There is no way he has a crush on you! He can't do that to you—no way. He respects you enough to keep your relationship as just friends. If you're bros, you're bros.

➸ Yeah, that doesn't really work out well for him.

➸ It's easy to tell if Jack likes you or not because he's good at hiding his emotions through defensive remarks (plus his resting face is a scowl). The Kouhai Squad would look at his ears and tail wagging when you even smile at him or congratulate him for a job well done. He's like a puppy,,,

➸ Whenever the Squad would point this out he will deny it. There is no way in Twisted Wonderland that he has a crush on you! He doesn't! Those are...just instinctive bodily reactions!

➸ "You held hands, dude." | "So? That isn't weird." | "Your tail is wagging." | "NO IT ISN'T!!"

➸ It's not like he doesn't like you, he's just...embarrassed. It's like you know what makes him flustered and that makes his heart do a little tap dance. He (somehow) wants to do the same to you. Make you flustered, embarrassed, happy...it's only fair!

➸ He needs to get over this little crush of his...because you're starting to catch up on why he's acting weirdly. If he tells you how he feels about you, how would you take it? He doesn't want to ruin your relationship with each other...aghh why is this so hard?? Jack wishes working on his feelings is as easy as training in Magift...

➸ Admiration and pride are something Sebek is familiar with, but infatuation is new.

➸ Admiring someone and having a crush on them are two similar but different things. When your bond with him develops he...starts to get a little confused.

➸ Has those feelings always been there? Are they different? He wasn't being this weird back then! A simple bump on the shoulders shouldn't spark so much electricity inside him to cause him to tense up!

➸ Sebek was good to hide these new reactions towards you...somewhat. He has to atleast act like everything is normal so he can evaluate what kind of feelings he has towards you. Which works and kinda doesn't since when you do something a little intimate (like a shoulder pat, a cheeky smile, or even praise) he gets a little red. Red. Nevermind Deuce and Jack are asking if he's okay while Grim judges from afar.

➸ He still doesn't understand why he feels so weird around you so he decided to ask someone who has experience—an adult if you will! A humble, wise, elder fae that surely has some explanation for the weird fluttery feeling in his stomach.

➸ "You are infatuated—or to put it simply, you have a crush on the Prefect," Lilia explained to him. Sebek needed a few moments for that information to sink in. He has a crush on you. Okay, that's the mundane mystery solved. What is he gonna do with that information? Carry on with your friendship knowing things might get awkward around the both of you?

➸ Luckily, Lilia gave him three questions to answer personally so he may evaluate his feelings for you. In that way, Sebek knows what the next steps to take without rushing in blindly. You consider him as your friend and he returns that sentiment! He wishes to respect you as you respect him.

➸ Are you a distraction? Oh, definitely! Ever since he started to harbor feelings for you, his thoughts often lead up to you. When the young master is talking about you, he finds himself listening in, not just because Malleus is talking, but because he wonders about what kind of human is friends with his young master. This caused him to write a few words related to you in the essay he was supposed to be writing! When he and Silver are sparring, Silver has the audacity to throw your name into his comment which caught him off guard. In other words: you are despicably distracting!

➸ Are you a motivation? Well...yes. Sebek is proud to be a knight for the young master and he continues to strive in his position. He knows there is still much to learn as a knight and he is willing to develop his skills more to become better. Somehow, you acknowledge his diligence and even commend him for it. Yet you look after him, saying that he needs someone to fight for him. He laughs at that incredulous thought. Sebek prefers he do that to you along with his friends, instead. All of the squad are an odd bunch, including you. Sebek...wants to protect you as well. Somehow, knowing that you are safe urges him to make sure that you'll remain safe.

➸ Are you an inspiration? Sebek ponders on that question. Somehow it is related to the second, but he thinks carefully about it. He noticed how most of the poetry he makes is because of you—he needs an outlet for his feelings, don't take it weirdly—and although the theme varies, the subject of interest is you.

➸ Now that he answered all three of those questions...shall he proceed with courting you? No, that's too fast. Lilia told him to enjoy his youth and don't dive into relationships quickly.

➸ However! He shall confess to you to rid of the constricting feeling in his chest! Sebek wants to talk to you normally again without any hidden feelings!

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