#I really chose those names for their Grade A nicknames

[mollymarymarie]

I got tagged in a Last Line tag game by @carrythispictureforluck (thanks friend ❤️)

so. I guess. I will post a bit of the thing I'm working on. It's original fiction but.... Wolfstar adjacent lol

Not for the first time that evening – or that day, even – Rafael wondered if this was what it was like to be friends with Beckett Blakeley. He wondered why he had spent the last two years not laughing this hard over something that stupid. He wondered if Beckett’s other friends saw him the way Rafael had come to see him. He wondered if Beckett’s other friends were also just a little bit in love with him. 

[lyneys4]

ms grumpy <3

tartaglia x reader, modern au

Ms Grumpy and Mr Sunshine - “grumpy!”

‘Grumpy’, he had described you many times before. Tartaglia, Childe, Ajax, Mr Worldwide, a man with too many names to count was calling you ‘Grumpy pants’ in class.

You couldn’t tell if people where laughing at him, at you or with him but it was definitely all three.

You, ‘Ms Grumpy’ nicknamed by the one and only Tartaglia. Normally he rather everyone call him Childe but you always called him Tartaglia.

“Ms Grumpy you need to stop calling me by my full name it’s weird!” He complained.

“It’s not your full name, it’s your first name.” You corrected.

“Smartass,” he scoffed.

“I’ll only call you by those nicknames if you stop calling me Ms Grumpy,” you refuted.

“Well, Ms Grumpy. That’s never gonna happen.” he stated.

“Well, Tartaglia. I’ll never call you by a name other than Tartaglia.” you poked your tongue around him.

“Seriously stop calling me Tartaglia!” he complained more.

“It’s even that bad, do you know how ugly a nickname like Ms Grumpy is??” You retorted.

“I like it!” he said.

“Of course you do..” you sighed giving up this arguement.

And that was when he called you ‘Grumpy pants’. The amount of embarrassment you felt from that was unreal you just had walked away, he wasn’t worth talking too. But how did you unfortunately earn this nickname??

It all started when you were both 8, back in the 3rd Grade. Tartaglia was the new guy in class. He stood in the front of the class happily introducing himself with a bright grin.

He must have been really perceptive because he had noticed your sad, dull expression compared to everyone else in the room.

You were having a bad day because the science experience the day before had been cut short before it was your turn and you were still super sad about that.

You told your mum and she said she would buy the stuff for the experiment which was nice but you were still super upset about it. Since science experiments looked really cool when you were little kids. Now you dread science and their tests.

Tartaglia sat next to you and kept asking why you were so sad looking.

You rolled his eyes at him, wanting him to go away while you were busy sketching random things in your room.

“Hey! Ms Grumpy!” He called out, “I’m talking to you!!”

“Huh? Ms Grumpy?” You turned him.

“Yes you Grumpy pants! Actually I’m gonna called you Ms Grumpy since you don’t talk to me or tell your name.” he spoke with bad grammar.

“I don’t wanna be Ms Grumpy,” You frowned. You told him your name but he didn’t call you by that. He just kept calling you Ms Grumpy.

Tartaglia was the new kid which meant everyone in your class wanted to be friends with him. Since he was sitting next to you, it led people to believe you and Tartaglia were bestfriends so lots of people started talking to you more to be closer to him.

Well it worked for them. But you gained one friend, Scaramouche who ended up liking you for you but he was also at the time his bestfriend.

Although something eventually happened and he chose you over Tartaglia as you grew older. As time went on eventually he introduced you to more people and ever since then you, Scara, Yelan and Xiao were inseparable.

Normally you would never admit this but you were thankful to Tartaglia for the best bestfriend you could ever ask for because you quite literally had no friends since that day.

Tartaglia was always attached to you though. He would come up to you call you Ms Grumpy everytime he saw you.

You didn’t like him because he couldn’t understand you. He barely knew you and he was already calling you names.

He was also your neighbour, because when you got home that day you saw Tartaglia’s parents at your dinner table. You didn’t know they were his parents at the time but your mother told you there was someone waiting for you in your room.

It was Tartaglia jumping on your perfectly made pink bed.

“Stop jumping on my bed your gonna make it messy,” You pushed him. Luckily he fell onto the bed and not the floor.

He looked at you realising who you were. “Ms Grumpy!! I didn’t know this was your home.” You sighed. “Actually we live next to you!!”

Horror struck your face realising Tartaglia was now your neighbour which meant you would see him every morning, every night and every day.

Even though you disliked him, he was one of the people closest to you, literally not figuratively.

Ms Grumpy and Mr Sunshine - “no i’m not jealous!”

It was raining when you woke up, the thing that woke you up 10 mins before your alarm was about to go off was a notification from Tartaglia.

'rich kid tartaglia: hey ms grumpy its ur day today,'

'rich kid tartaglia: yk cuz its like raining.'

'rich kid tartaglia: ik ur reading this you have ur read reciepts on.'

'you: mb didnt notice'

'rich kid tartaglia: im texting u my ms grumpy msg bc im sick and not coming today.'

'you: thats too bad…'

'rich kid tartaglia: ik i cant see you today </3'

'rich kid tartaglia: it srsly breaks my heart i cant say ms grumpy to u in person.'

'you: nice talking to you tartaglia but i need to get ready for school'

'rich kid tartaglia: do well today!!'

'you: thanks' (rich kid tartaglia hearted this message!)

You sighed at your phone reading his message. You got up to get ready for school.

Despite his nickname for you, you didn’t really like the rain that much. You loved the sun. You hated it when rained because the mood was a lot more sadder and everything was wet and cold.

Instead of walking to school like you normally would, you had Scaramouche drive you to school. You hated walking in the rain. It was something you absolutely dreaded.

When you got to school it was absolutely freezing. The school was so poorly heated inside. All you did was shiver wherever you walked around.

Your friends were great people, maybe too great. Xiao had offered you his jacket but you knew he was gonna be cold so you politely declined him. But he insisted on making you warm so he had bought you hot chocolate from the canteen and where were you without Yelan?? Probably lost not knowing where any of your classes were. You normally had her walk you to class.

She had dropped you off at your next class since she had a different class. Scara, Yelan and Xiao all had classes together leaving you alone for this period.

You sat alone in this class but you didn’t care. Normally Tartaglia would try sit next to you but he wasn’t here today.

The class was extremely cold. Like freezing north pole snowing cold. There was boy who noticed. You’re pretty sure his name was like Lyney or something?

“Hey you look cold, you want my jacket?” He asked.

“No, I’m fine,” You lied, it was pretty obvious you lied.

He got up and sat in the empty seat next you. He didn’t have any friends in this class either. “I’m Lyney, incase you didn’t know. The one and only great magician Lyney.” he winked.

You tried to give his jacket back but he wouldn’t take it back.

You tell him your name but didn’t say anything more than that. Maybe thats what started his determination to talk to you.

He followed you around school and even walked with you when your friends were there.

Yelan had teased you a bit about him. But you ignored her. It was super awkward trying to talk to your friends with Lyney there following you like a lost puppy.

The next day you had class with him again too, Tartaglia wasn’t here again, he had messaged you saying he was super sick and of course greeting you with Ms Grumpy.

You had first period with Lyney, he had sat next to you. “Hey!! How are you,” He greeted you.

“I’m good,” You answered.

“Oh you responded,” He smiled. He kept on talking to you but you had absolutely no interest in him. You honestly just wanted him to shut up.

“Hey, I’m gonna be completely honest but I don’t really care so leave me alone.” It was honestly pretty mean but it’s on him for annoying you all day yesterday.

“Awwh, I just wanna be friends with you!” He begged.

“I don’t,”

“I’ll find a way to be friends with you then!” He said. Oh he was worse than Tartaglia…

All lesson he talked you nonstop, you nodding your head to everything he said not that you knew what he said. He could tell you weren’t really listening to him.

When you were walking to your next class with Scaramouche he had followed the both of you. Which is honestly super creepy but his determination was insane.

It was a problem, a problem for not only you but your friends.

Which meant a super late talk about it online.

'yelan !!: bro why is he following u around its kinda creepy.'

'you: he wants to be friends w me or smth'

'scara: how do we get rid of him??'

'xiaoao: maybe if u talked to him you could start building boundaries,'

'xiaoao: people care alot more when they feel like they are closer to someone'

'you: omg xiao thats so smart.'

'yelan !!: i dont get why he can’t just live you alone.'

'you: me too but hes so determined its scary.'

'scara: you should file a restraining order against him'

'you: woah calm urself its only been a day,'

'scara: and so days will turn into weeks’

'yelan !!: actually i think xiaos idea doesnt seem so bad lets try that.'

'yelan !!: okay its late i gtg sleep i need my beauty rest'

'scara: idk ab u guys but i get super bad vibes ab him.'

'you: me too but ig i gotta talk to him.. its fine i’ll be alright whats the worse that could happen??'

Yea, what was the worse that could happen? That was something for you to find out later.

The next day when you had class with him you ended up talking to him. He wasn’t that bad to talk to at all. He was so happy you were talking to him.

“Okay, and this is,” He points to something you don’t know or understand but you just wanted to get his class over and done with.

When class ended Lyney didn’t follow you and your friends around. So Xiao’s plan had worked.

You actually wanted Tartaglia to come back and sit with you so Lyney wouldn’t talk as much.

But when Tartaglia didn’t come to school for the entire week, you and Lyney actually got unexpectedly close.

You started to genuinely enjoy talking to Lyney and completely forgot about Tartaglia’s messages about you being Ms Grumpy.

You and Lyney hung out a lot and your friends even started to get use to him coming over. Yelan and Xiao even started enjoying Lyney’s tricks.

You and Lyney became super close ever since that week without Tartaglia. He became the person you enjoyed sitting with in that class.

But things weren’t great for Tartaglia, the feeling Tartaglia felt when he came back to school to see you with Lyney was a feeling he didn’t like. And he couldn’t seem to understand why.

He didn’t like seeing you with Lyney, getting along so well with him when you never did with him. He understood why you both never got to hang out like that and still regrets giving you that nickname in a way but it was his special nickname for you.

You felt like Tartaglia was finally distancing himself away from you. Which was a relief for you. But Tartaglia didn’t like the distance he had put. It felt insufferable and he didn’t understand why he did it.

It took a while for Tartaglia to figure out why but he finally understood he was stuck in his own love triangle, and he was not the one you were gonna end up with.

Hell, he didn’t even know he liked you?? How will he ever get over this??

Ms Grumpy and Mr Sunshine - “understood, me?”

It was maybe one of the worse days ever for Tartaglia but it was truly one of the best days ever for you.

Teyvat High’s Prom was coming soon, you and Yelan had been going windowshopping recently looking at clothes you could buy. But there was no one to take you since Xiao and Yelan are going together as friends and Scaramouche isn’t too fond of social events.

Lyney had been planning something for ages with your friends. What they were planning you had no idea? But they were all in the same class and in a group project together so you had assumed it was just that.

You were wrong, but it wasn’t the bad wrong. It was a nice surprise maybe too nice? Honestly you didn’t know what to think about it.

While you were walking down the hallway with Tartaglia teasing you, calling you Ms Grumpy, a party popper appeared at his feet and exploded right in front of him which made you let out a giggle.

Suddenly the hallway was filled with confetti set by Lynette, Freminet had appeared holding a bouquet of Rainbow Roses as Xiao pushed you towards a sign held up by Yelan, “Will you go to the Prom with me?”

Overwhelmed by the surprised Lyney approaches you grabbing your hand and placing a gentle kiss on it, you didn’t want to reject him out loud so you whispered into his ear and told him “I’ll think about it,” with a smile on your face.

Everyone around thought you had accepted his promposal, everyone including Tartaglia who had to put a smile on his face and clap along with everyone else who was watching this go down.

‘Top 10 embarrassing promposals…’ you thought in your head, ‘Where was Scaramouche at? That’s fishy’ you thought.

You tried to look for an opportunity to get away from the crowd in the hallway, people were talking to you and Lyney taking videos of the scene.

“Ms Grumpy,” Tartaglia called out to you, “This is a little bit embarrassing but my dad’s car broke down so I desperately need your parents to drive me home,” He explained quickly followed by dragging you out of the hallway.

“Wait, I never agreed to driving you home,” you yanked his hand off yours.

“I know, I was just lying. Did you like my preformance,” He gave you a teasing grin. He was mocking Lyney.

“You don’t like being recorded right? So I figured as the nice boy next door i’d get you out of such a situation.” he recalled.

“No need to thank me. If I had a promposal as embarrassing as that I’d be begging for someone to get me out of there. Seriously I didn’t think anyone would do that.” he rambled obnoxiously.

“Well I’m going home.” you cut him off mid ramble. “And even though you told me not to thank you, thanks I guess,” you glanced back at Tartaglia for a second before heading home.

You were lying in bed messaging Scara.

'you: bro where were u?'

'scara: didnt wana get involved soz'

'scara: so hows it going????'

'you: tbh i wanted to reject him but not infront of everyone.'

'you: people were recording us it was so uncomfy :( '

'you: tartaglia got me out of it im kinda surprised'

'scara: im not, sounds like smth he would do.'

'you: nah pretty sure he js wanted to shit on lyney'

'scara: well ig that could be an answer.'

'scara: are you gonna keep ignoring the gc orrr??'

'you: i muted them and lyney i havent checked.'

- 15 messages from 'were not emos' -

- 4 messages from 'lyney' -

- 1 missed called from 'lyney' -

'you: omds its 19 missed messages and 1 missed call altogether…'

'scara: only one missed call they going easy on u lol'

'you: fml'

You put the phone down and closed your eyes. Maybe it was better to just sleep. You didn’t feel like responding. If you just message them in the morning you doubt they would even respond.

You tried to sleep, shutting off at 10pm only to wake up to 2 calls at 1am, you must have forgetten to turn your phone back on mute after playing mobile games for a bit.

- 2 missed calls from 'were not emos' -

You’re phone started ringing again, you were tired and pissed they interrupted your sleep so you decided to pick up and hear out what the have to say

“y/n what the hell??” Yelan’s voice spoke up. “yea what was that about?” Xiao asked.

“Wha-? What was what about?” you answered half awake. “No you know what that was about you completely ignored Lyney’s confession do you understand how much of a bitchass move that was.” Yelan berated you.

“Oh hop off her dick Yelan, she didn’t have to answer shit.” Scaramouche interrupted her.

“Scara where were you? I thought you were gonna help us out. She’s your bestfriend wouldn’t you help her get a date or are you inlove with her,” Xiao said, “Inlove are you crazy, fuck off.” Scara scoffed.

“Xiao what on earth are you on, listen Scara and me are like siblings— what is wrong with you guys why would you force a confession on me.” you stood up for yourself. “I was uncomfortable, and I don’t need to explain myself if it bothers you so much then don’t talk to me.”

“y/n c’mon don’t be like that, you’ve probably made Lyney a laughing stock—” you cut her off. “Shut up! Are you seriously taking Lyney’s side just because I didn’t reciprocate his feelings???? What kind of friends are you,” you were in slight tears from how tired you were and how absurd you’re closest friends were being.

“You guys are so cruel to y/n, im off to sleep.” Scara left the group call. You left too and left the groupchat. Why on earth were they so focused on Lyney’s feelings while completely disregarding yours, it hurt even more knowing those were your closest friends.

You drifted off to sleep, every message you got you ignored.

You woke up to your alarm, you checked your phone spams from Yelan and Xiao, Lyney’s messages were just hateful and Scara had left the groupchat. You’re friend group just broke up over a boy and it just left you mentally drained.

Getting up slowly and trying to get ready, you just couldn’t. After last night you didn’t feel comfortable with the atmosphere. You were dressed up and ready but you could only take a step out the door.

“Yo, y/n! You don’t look too great,” A voice coming from your side called out your name, “y-y/n..?!” you stammered out from shocked.

“Yeah, it’s your name isn’t it?” He walked over to you. “I don’t know it just surprised me that you’d call me by my name.” you admitted

“You wanna skip? You seem out of it let’s get some frozen yogurt!” Tartaglia grabbed your hand and turning you in the direction of the shops. “Live a little! If you’re not comfortable just hanging out with me, we can call Scaramouche.”

“No, its fine. Let’s eat!” a smile appeared on your face as your steps fall in line with his.

“You have a pretty smile,” …

“Thank you, Tartaglia,”

[boopshoops]

Hii! For the ask game you reblogged, could you pick one or any of your OCs for questions 1, 6, 17, 19? ❤️

Hi Eri! :D I chose Joel for this because I honestly need to make more stuff for them JFNDJDJ

Name: What does your twst OC's name mean? Why does Rook/Floyd call them [insert nickname]?

My OCs that exist solely in my TWST AU have much simpler names compared to the ones who existed before then, i think KJGBDSKJDSG. Joels name was simply what i thought was a cooler take on "John Silver." with Bullion simply meaning bulk metal, usually gold :P

Floyd's nickname for him is Buzzbait- which- well, is a type of fish hook/bait. Baiting individuals into frustration for his own amusement is something he's an expert at. Little fish in the pond stand no chance, get caught, thrown back out into the pond again, and the cycle repeats.

HMM i havent really thought of a nickname from Rook till now! i havent really seen him call the staff by those nicknames but if i had to think of one... it'd be Monsieur Comète, or Mr/Sir Comet. This is mostly in reference to his interest in astrology/astronomy and his UM!

Height: How tall is your twst OC? Are they conscious about their height? Are they close to someone with similar leg length?

Joel is 6'2 and he most certainly IS aware of it- He doesn't typically care about it, though he does use it to his advantage in subtle ways: usually when it comes to body language or intimidation tactics... to get people to leave him to his own devices- He's the same height as Sebek!

Personality: Give me 3 adjectives to describe your twst OC. Or an essay. Whichever works. Whose personality among the cast is closest to your twst OC and do they get along?

HMMMM- oh this is tricky-

CLEVER: As much as it pains others to admit- mostly Crowley and the other staff who Joel torments on the daily- he is very good at what he does. They(Joel) dont like teaching, they don't like their students, but he absolutely knows how to drill information into their heads. He hates grading papers, but he does it well. Despite most of his students disliking him, they pass the class with genuine interest and understanding of the material. His classes tend to think he's some kinda anomaly. He can hate his job but damn he will do it well.

INDIFFERENT: Bro doesn't give a single flying fuck about what people think of them. He knows who/what he is, he doesn't care enough to define it. "I think therefore I am" type shit. Call it confidence or arrogance, they don't care. He knows he gets under peoples skin, he knows hes a talented mf, and he knows people hate him for it (usually deservingly so)

LOCKED INTO THE DAMN GRIND: He's constantly keeping himself busy. Dont get him wrong, he doesnt necessarily ENJOY the work- but he works hard now so one day he wont have to work at all- with everything he could ever want right in the palm of his hand. Nevertheless, at the moment he is stuck babysitting a bunch of brats.

With this all in mind, I'd say he's most similar to Jamil(afterbook4), Jade, or Sam! Though for varying reasons- it was hard to compare him just to one character.

Pick Only One: Let your twst OC pick only one and explain the reasons: only one favorite from each dorm, only one favorite housewarden/vice housewarden, only one favorite first/second/third year etc.

Heartslabyul: Ace

Savanaclaw/Housewarden/Third year: Leona

Octavinelle: Floyd

Scarabia/Second Year/Vice Housewarden: Jamil

Pomefiore: Epel

Ignihyde: Idia

Diasomnia/First Year: Sebek

His thought process is essentially- well- who is the most fun to bother out of these groups? and if not that, who is least likely to create more work for them?

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TY FOR THE ASK HAVE A NICE DAAAAAAAAY

[my-castles-crumbling]

Advice for middle school

I'm currently in middle school and this is some of the things that have had that best results and a few of my own ideas:

Positive reinforcement and by that I mean rewards,my science teacher was loved by all because if you answered a question( it didn't even have to be correct) you received a science themed sticker for your efforts. It made them way more willing to attempt to answer questions.

Using educational games for studying. There is a computer thing called Gimkit which is something you can use to make games for your class to study with my class really likes the game modes: Don't look down and Dig it up. It uses competing as a motive for studying and I could tell my class did well when they were able to study in a fun and engaging way.

If you can don't make them present their projects to the class , make it optional and maybe throw in that they can earn an extra two or three points for projects. One thing that a lot of people in my grade hated was when you had to present in front of the class and a few people have had like anxiety attacks because they had to present.

Take notice of nicknames or unofficially changed names. If you can on like the first or second day while you're doing role call ask each person if there is something they prefer to be called other than the name on the roster.

If you can do assignments that involve food we really enjoy that and make sure you have allergy safe alternatives that are still fun .

I know this seems trivial but things like for example my E.L.A teacher had both right and left-handed scissors and there are a few people who are left-handed and it made their day to see that she had those.

Joke with the class.We really loved when our teachers would joke around with us during class.

Ask for the class' opinion on what kind of assignment you do they will receive the material better if they know they chose the method you are using to teach it.

Play music in the class room or if you can allow them to listen to their own music individually. One of my teachers had a song request jar all you had to do was write down the name of the song,who sings it,whether or not it needs to be played clean,and which class are you in.Then she added it to a spotify playlist that she just put on shuffle and played on low volume in the classroom.

Allow students to pick their partner for assignments and if you can't do that don't pair up two people who don't get along well.I Don't think you'll have a problem picking pairs but some teachers end up putting a student who bullied their assigned partner and it didn't go well.

Do your best to give students some time to just chill and talk in the classroom before class I'm not joking when I say of they are given time to talk freely even if it's just a few minutes they will talk less during your lessons.

Change it up a bit don't do the same thing repeatedly it will bore your students to death. Try to add some variety it gives students something to look foreward to.

Don't do the thing where you call on a student who looks like they're not paying attention or anybody who isn't raising their hand everybody and I mean everybody hates that.

I think that's it thank you for doing your best to be the best teacher you can be.

Hi!!

Wow, thank you for sending all of this to me! I definitely hadn't thought of a lot of these (the scissors thing- I need to buy some different scissors), so it's a huge help.

I hope you have a fantastic day, you deserve it!

[chervbs]

loverboy — e. munson

pairings: eddie munson x jade west!reader

word count: 1k

synopsis: your new boyfriend eddie seems to be allergic to studying and is insistent on taking a break. thankfully, you have the perfect way to pass the time. part two to i was made for loving you!

warnings: fem!reader, jade west is not meant to be an oc/faceclaim just inspiration for the readers personality, short little piece about the new relationship, is a continuation of the fic linked above but can be read as a standalone, reader is a little softer now that eddie is her man, eddie is a massive simp.

a/n: this was posted as a blurb WEEKS AGO but it got lost in the tags so I’m reposting :)))) the anon who requested this asked for reader to sing a song from the heathers musical but since reader is playing rizzo in grease I chose a different song because I like for my fics to be historically accurate. once again send in any jade west!reader requests you have. pls don't let this flop for a second time <3

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“C’mon, sweetheart!” 

Eddie whined once again for what seemed like the millionth time in the past hour. You’d been insistent on helping him study, not wanting to graduate without your now boyfriend. He didn’t even make it a whole hour of studying before he started to complain.

“Eddie-“ You cut yourself off, brows furrowing. “Sweetheart? Really?”

The metal head shrugged, a sheepish smile spreading across his lips. “What? I’m still trying to find the perfect pet name for you.”

The little scrunch of your nose was subtle, but to Eddie it was heartwarming. Just knowing that there was a softer side to you that only he ever got to witness made him awfully special. “Yeah, but sweetheart? Kind of ironic isn’t it?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie replied coyly, taking a chance and gently grabbing your chin in his hands. As dominant as your personality was, you did occasionally let your guard down enough to melt into his touch. “I think you’re a sweetheart, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes lightheartedly, grabbing his wrist and using it to pull him towards you. Eddie let out a little yelp before his lips met yours, the noise turning into a muffled one of content. 

The kiss didn’t last long, much to Eddie’s dismay. He whined a little, huffing like a child when you pulled away. “Y/N…” 

“Eddie, seriously. We need to study.” You said sternly, slapping away the hand that tried to reach for you. “Your government test is in two days and you will pass it.” 

He groaned dramatically, falling backwards onto his bed. Eddie said your name like a petulant child, grabbing your forearm and tugging on it gently. 

“Can we just take a break? Please.” The pout on his face, while cute, did little to deter your urge to help him improve his grades. “Just a few minutes, okay? Then we can keep studying and I promise I won’t complain for the rest of the night.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, knowing him better than he’d like to admit. But something about those big doe eyes of his gazing back at you was making it hard for you to deny his wishes. 

“Fine.” You sighed, biting back the smile that threatened to appear on your face when he whooped and threw his fist in the air triumphantly. “But only for a few minutes okay? As soon as I say so we’re going back to studying.” 

Eddie nodded dismissively, grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah, whatever you say, lovely.” 

You chuckled at the, once again, ironic nickname for you but said nothing. The kiss he planted on your lips was welcomed, but you didn’t let it get too carried away. “I have an idea.” You spoke a little breathlessly. 

“And what’s that?” Eddie mumbled, trailing kisses from your lips down to your neck. 

Your fingers grasped his chin, peeling him away from you. “You could help me rehearse?”

Eddie lights up at the suggestion. He’d yet to hear you sing save for the few times he’d heard you hum along to a song when he played a tape in his car. 

The black backpack that sat on the floor was snatched up by your hand, digging in there for the instrumental sheet music and the singing sheet music that’d been given to you by the theater director. 

“There Are Worse Things I Could Do” from Grease was broken down into notes on the page. You’d been given a tape of the music but had left it in your locker earlier that day. Luckily, your boyfriend was very musically inclined. 

“Here,” You handed him the instrumental paper. Thank god you’d asked the director for the copy to practice with your own guitar at home. “Think you could play this for me so I can practice.” 

“I can do whatever you want me to, baby.” The cheesy like caused you to make a face, pushing Eddie away from you as he cackled at your reaction. “Just play the damn song, Edward.” 

He reached over to grab his acoustic guitar, a beautiful dark brown color with the words THIS MACHINE SLAYS DRAGONS painted on in white. Eddie set the sheet music in front of him, humming the notes to himself as one hand fiddled with the tuning keys, the other hand plucking and strumming at the strings until it sounded right. 

“Right,” He grinned. “I’m ready.”

You nodded, grabbing your own sheet of music. He began to strum the song, eyes flickering between the music and you. 

A deep breath entered your chest before you began to sing. 

“There are worse things I could do,” Eddie’s eyes widened, plucking a couple of wrong notes in surprise. “Then go with a boy or two,” There was a natural vibrato in your voice and he could tell there was little effort in how flawless you sounded. 

“Even though the neighborhood thinks I'm trashy and no good, I suppose it could be true. But there are worse things I could do.” Your eyes had shut to allow yourself to be immersed into the song. This meant that you missed the look of awe that Eddie wore. He had to keep reminding himself to look down at the music so as not to mess you up, but it took all his strength to tear his eyes away from you. 

“I could flirt with all the guys. Smile at them and bat my eyes.” The corner of Eddie’s mouth quirked up when he noticed you subtly swaying to the music. Another little detail about you that added fuel to the fire of his heart. 

“Press against them when we dance, make them think they stand a chance, then refuse to see it through. That's a thing I'd never do.” The abrupt halt of Eddie’s guitar ripped you from your flow, eyes flying open to glare at him. 

Yet Eddie’s face was face was everything but scared, as most people on the receiving end of your glares usually were. Instead, Eddie was wearing the biggest, goofiest grin you’d ever seen.

The amusement on your own face was thinly veiled, not that you needed to hide it. “What happened?”

“If I got on one knee right now would you say yes?” The boy asked, a dreamy look in his eyes.

You’re smirked, glancing down at the way he squirmed in his seat. “Why? My singing make you wanna marry me?”

He nodded dumbly and you couldn’t help but let a grin of your own spread. You snapped your fingers in front of his face. “C’mon, loverboy. Let me finish the song and then we’ll see.” 

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[chaosandcrimson]

no way is that RUBY VILLANUEVA.. they’re a 27-year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being DOGMATIC & UNFORGIVING but there are some people who have seen them being WITTY & RELENTLESS. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of a telescopic baton tucked away in your designer purse, crawling through an air vent to retrieve stolen property, and having questions you know you’ll never get the answers to, but that could just be because they’re considered the ACTION FASHIONISTA around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

I would be complex, I would be cool They'd say I played the field before I found someone to commit to And that would be okay for me to do Every conquest I had made would make me more of a boss to you

OVERVIEW

Name: Ruby Grace Villanueva

Nickname(s): N/A

DOB: April 23, 2097

Age: 27

FC: Maris Racal

Height: 5'2"

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Insurance Investigator / Recovery Specialist

Relationship Status: Single (Closed)

[+] elegant, witty, relentless [–] dogmatic, judgemental, unforgiving

BIOGRAPHY

Ruby grew up in El Paso with her parents and her sister Opal. Her mother, an interior designer, and her father, a real estate developer, both made good money and were able to provide their daughters with a comfortable upper middle class lifestyle in a big suburban house with a white picket fence.

For a long time, she wanted for nothing. She had loving and supportive parents, she was very popular at school, and she was extremely close to her sister. She was barely a teenager when her world was turned upside down.

Opal went missing when Ruby was a freshman in high school. Speculation ran rampant as to whether foul play had been involved, or whether she had simply run away from home; but after the authorities investigated, they were unable to determine what had happened to her. The case ultimately went cold.

The Villanuevas did their best to pick up the pieces but things were never really the same after that. Her mother got colder, her father got more distant, and their once warm and loving home slowly turned into nothing but four walls housing three people who were, for all intents and purposes, strangers to each other.

At school, she chose not to talk about her home life. Instead, she focused on her grades, her extracurriculars, her friends, and her boyfriend. She became the head cheerleader, he was the star quarterback, and he also happened to be the son of a man her father was negotiating a business deal with worth millions.

Eventually, she discovered that he was cheating on her with another one of their classmates. She told her mother about it, who heavily encouraged her to turn a blind eye for the sake of the business deal, to which she reluctantly agreed. It did make her feel some kind of way that the other girl was also a pretty Filipina.

For the rest of high school, she stayed together with her boyfriend while waiting for him to either confess to the affair and ask for her forgiveness, or finally decide to leave her for the other girl, Eva. Neither of those things happened.

It wasn't until after they graduated, when Ruby was getting ready for college and Eva had left town, that he came clean and said he wanted to be a better person. In response, she admitted that she had known all along, and that she knew she wasn't the girl he was trying to be better for. She also made it clear that she had no intention of being anyone's second choice, and that if he'd only been honest about his feelings sooner, he might still have the girl he really wanted.

With that chapter of her life finally over, she cut all ties with her life in El Paso and set out to get a fresh start in college. She majored in criminology with a minor in art history and worked several part-time jobs to pay her way through school.

In her final year, she discovered the first new lead in her sister's case in years, which indicated that Opal had been in the Dallas-Forth Worth area shortly after her disappearance. After college, Ruby moved to the Metroplex and started working as an in-house investigator for an insurance company.

She has become an expert at recovery, and in addition to her monthly salary, she gets a percentage of the value of any item she recovers for their clients. She isn't nearly as wealthy as the higher-ups in the Big Three, but she makes enough money that she can afford to live comfortably in the upper district.

In her free time, she is still trying to figure out what happened to her sister.

MISC

Her job has put her into contact with both some of the richest people connected to the Big Three and some of the shadiest people connected to the Skyport Mafia. She also frequents establishments affiliated with both groups.

[curryfury13]

Hello again!!

I'm back again for the next retrospective of my first ever fan-fiction, True Friends. This time, I'm going through the second and third chapters.

As a reminder, you can click on the banners to go read the chapters for yourself in full. I'll just be giving some commentary about them about where I was as a creator at the time and my thoughts.

Thank you for reading!

Hinata awakens!

And I've realized I had her awaken with brown eyes, rather than golden as she has in the rest of the story. Ah well!

There's little bits of description in this chapter that have still held up for me, but I was still very much to the point and direct with a lot. Still caught up in the, much to do, much to see. Chop chop! It's fun to see at the beginning, considering things slow down soon when I get caught up in the fun of being on Destiny Islands.

I remember when I chose the name Aiko. I thought I was so clever! If any of my old readers are going through this, did I trick any of you with that? I'm certain I didn't. I won't say the spoiler on the off chance someone is reading this that doesn't know, but Aiko is something Hinata still refers to in her current story. It's stuck around even after all this time! Even if I cringe a little bit every time I use it. I will keep insisting on its usage.

And then we get to Kairi and Sora beginning their research about her memories! I liked this concept. I still do in theory. It reminded me a bit of the Twilight Town shenanigans and the 7 Wonders in Sunset Terrace. But, I will be honest, I was coming up with that "research" for Sora and Kairi on the fly and it shoooows in later chapters.

Outlines are important, guys!

"That would be nice," Riku unknowingly said aloud.

A sigh escaped Riku's lips as he leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling, thinking about Hinata. He remembered that she looked about the same age as him, and maybe she would end up being in the same grade.

"Excuse me Riku," Riku's History teacher, Mr. Zhoa called; bringing him out of his thoughts and making him look up front at the teacher. "You think that forcing children to do manual labor would be 'nice'?"

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When I tell you I thought this was hilarious writing back when I wrote it... I thought I was the bee's knees. And who, may I ask, also picks up on the super subtle ATLA reference with Zhoa as the history teacher, soon to also be the sparring teacher? That's right. I was both amusing and with the times a decade ago.

There's so many lines in this series that make me groan now days. That sort of groan that actually aches your soul a little bit, like why did I do this? Ok, maybe that's a little bit dramatic. It's more like when Facebook likes to remind me of a status I wrote when I was in junior high and thought I was hip and everyone just needed to know when I needed a snickers.

In the end though, both those statuses and those silly lines aren't bad. Sure, they might make me groan a bit or snicker, but they are harmless and fun, too. And why can't we all have fun with storytelling?

Moving on with the rest of the chapter, we had Sora and Kairi getting to meet Hinata officially! It was all under the guise of the "research" that quickly led to Kairi's adopted parents also adopting Hinata. Like a domino effect, I guess. There was a cleaner way to do it, but I understand the reason I went with it the way I did. Kairi's family already handled this in the past, they'd be the go-to people for it again. I don't think the research needed to be tangled up in it.

It is also where we first learn that Aiko isn't Hinata's younger sister's real name, but a nickname! This was an interesting concept to me and is why I'm not sure I like Aiko for it. The idea behind it, that I don't recall if I ever really explored in the story, is that Hinata's parents were split on the name for her sister. Mom wanted Aiko, Dad wanted the other name that ended up getting chosen. After she was born, the mother continued using her chosen name, claiming it as a nickname.

In that sense Aiko works. Without that explanation, Aiko isn't like her real name at all and is just confusing as to why it's used. It's my story, so why didn't I put that explanation in from the beginning? It's because I didn't think of that explanation at the time and figured it out later.

Another point goes towards story planning!! And multiple drafts, I suppose.

[endvmion]

             𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 … 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐈'𝐌 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

GENERAL

full name:  mamoru chiba ( 地場衛 , chiba mamoru ) .

nicknames:  mamo .

age: twenty - nine .

gender:  cis  male .

species:  human ( reincarnation )

orientation:  bisexual , biromantic .

date of birth:  august 3rd , 1993 .

place of birth:  evermore .

residence:  evermore .

occupation:  anthropology professor .

RELATIONSHIPS

parents:  daichi chiba  ( father ,  deceased ) ,  kumiko chiba  ( mother ,  deceased ) .

sibilings:  none .

significant other(s):  n/a currently / rei hino ( ex ).

PHYSICAL

faceclaim:  y.amazaki k.ento .

eye color: deep ocean blue ( according to usagi :`) ) .

hair color:  black .

height: 6′2″

ABILITIES

psychometry : ' the user of psychometry obtains historical memories or sensations concerning beings and objects they observe. with objects, they gain knowledge including the makers, users, and even those who have on passing used the object, and what has been done with it. with living beings or parts of the body, the user learns their general life-history but doesn't gain anything of what they were thinking or feeling.'

ecological empathy : ' the user can sense the overall well-being and conditions of their immediate environment and natural setting stemming from a psychic sensitivity to nature, including all biomes (forests, deserts, tundras, wetlands, mountains, etc.). they are physically, emotionally, and/or mentally in sync with environment, which allows them to perceive and understand not only what happens in nature but if it is in harmony with natural order. a tree naturally falling or predator catching their prey in a nearby forest would be felt by the user, leaving them feeling calmly relieved. unnaturally, would leave the user sickened. '

character inspo:  mamoru chiba / tuxedo mask / prince endymion ( sailor moon ) ,  the emperor ( tarot ) , arsène lupin ( literature ) , endymion ( greek myths ) , smooth operator by sade

                              𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍, 𝐄𝐇? 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.

HEADCANONS

literally has the worst fashion sense known to men. mamoru can often be spotted in blazers, turtlenecks, sometimes both on workdays. on the occasion of a bright summer day or if he's just hanging out with a friend, you'll probably see him in a short - sleeved button up, maybe even jeans! this man may wear a muscle tee every once in a while, but you'll never catch him in shorts. he's always dressed a little 'old' for his age, which has to do with my next headcanon.

because mamoru lost his parents at such a young age, he never really had much of an adult figure that filled in where his family should be. he did rely on the kindness of the adults of evermore, who were always happy to take care of the young boy, but he didn't have a family. this led to him having to grow up way before he should have and he eventually came to the conclusion that if he wanted to be treated as an adult, he'd have to portray himself as one. that included dressing the part, developing a taste for complicated and boring thing, so on.

one thing he always found enjoyment in was learning about people, which is why he chose anthropology as a major and career. his grades were always great, as focusing on his education helped keep his mind away from the strange dreams he had. it was a distraction, but also a purpose. he assumed it was what his parents would've wanted for him. i believe that there's also a part of him that hopes to find the answers he's looking for through research and everything's he's learned so far.

mamoru is absurdly connected to nature, it greatly affects his mood. he enjoys being in the outdoors, especially surrounded by trees, plants, etc. while he doesn't talk about it much, he's a bit of a flower enthusiast; red roses are his favorites. he finds that his mood usually stagnates during the winter, and he always feels a boost of energy and confidence in spring and summer.

mamo has been around the block, if you know what i mean. while he doesn't date indiscriminately and is definitely not a fuckboy, he has been in a few relationships, forever trying to find the girl (princess? he's not sure) plaguing his dreams. it's incredibly frustrating, as he feels he can never completely fall in love with someone until he finds her, despite genuinely caring about his exes.

he can be so snarky, genuinely has a good time making fun of the people he cares about and teasing them. it's part of his love language. he's also a very reliable friend despite what one might think. if mamoru believes in you, then he *really* believes in you and will fight by your side until the end of time.

people closer to him will know that he really likes video games, but he can be very picky about those. big fan of stuff like dark souls, likes to brag about beating it. honestly he has such a huge inner child that comes out from time to time when he's around the people he cares about and i just think that's so. special.

has a very complex love-hate relationship with the moon. he always sleeps facing his window, facing *her*, but its something he does without even thinking. sometimes he finds himself just gazing at the moon while deep in thought about something that's been bothering his mind or even if he's at peace, relaxing after a long day, his eyes will drift to the moon. sometimes he feels as though she's watching him, which can get a little frustrating but all in all, he has a relationship of sorts with the moon.

has a star-shaped pocket watch that he's carried in his pocket ever since he was a kid. sometimes he thinks the mysterious lady from his dreams is the one who gave it to him, but that's just not possible.

about tuxedo mask ! i'm not gonna write any major headcanons about him just yet bc i'd rather discuss stuff with our sailor senshi first because tuxedo mask is v connected to them, especially usagi / sailor moon. but he's here and he's alive and he's definitely a thing. you might spot him standing atop a building at night. mamo's vigilante arc !

[stubborn-society]

Kam Theory: “everything that’s meant for me will come.”

Photo Credit: Kam Theory

Cheers, I apologize for being absent from my post. I’ve been busy af, then I got sick with covid for the first time. Take it easy on me, would you? 

I’m so excited to be back. Things have been steadily moving along here at Grapefruit HQ. Our house is growing, and given the state of western civilization, I think everyone is more or less happy. I feel booked and blessed. 

As is my style, I am bringing you fresh, new artists to keep your eyes and ears on before anyone else. I’m no paycheck patsy out here lazily sowing seeds for the machine. I’m just one woman, the boss, out here putting her BST in the game every day. Mark my words. This is a threat and a promise.

I’ve waited a long time to get this interview under my belt and it’s finally come to fruition I’m so stoked: 

Another Friend of Grapefruit - this is the lovely and gifted Kam Theory. I’ve put her 2020 single, The Process, on 5 playlists already. Check it out for yourself. 

Hi, Kam Theory! 

Hi! 

How’s it going?

It’s going haha.

First, in your own words, tell us who you are. 

I am an ATL-based artist and producer from Savannah, GA.

I love Atlanta, especially the artists from there. How long have you been making music for this project? Is there a story behind it? 

I’ve kinda always been making music for this project but I just didn’t know what I’d call myself at those earlier stages. I’m always aiming to discover and hone in on what exactly I'm doing and slowly but surely I'm finding my sound and as a result, a name that stuck came about. I don't exactly even recall why I chose it. Partially it was my nickname Kam that my friends started calling me to shorten Kamiah. And Theory I think just resonated with my personality, interests, and the subject matter of my music, haha.

I got my first project name from a joke someone made when I worked in a call center when I was 20 and had it for 15 years, there’s no rhyme or reason! So tell me more about your path as a musician and what got you to where you are now. 

My music journey started as a child, I instantly gravitated toward music. I showed interest in it from my earliest memories. Through elementary school I would bang on any keyboard I could get my hands on, I played violin in 5th grade (but quit sadly haha), and then picked up a guitar at 13. I kinda always had these fleeting moments with being able to learn or play because I didn't actually have an instrument that was mine (or could afford lessons) until my first keyboard and first guitar at 13/14. But from there I taught myself how to play guitar by learning songs I loved and by writing my own songs. Naturally, I wanted to record myself and my own creations, so that bred my love for production. At 14 or 15 I got my first USB mic and MIDI cord to connect my lil casio and begin teaching myself programs like Mixcraft and eventually Ableton Live. I spent many hours just creating and trial and error learning music to get where I am today with it.

That’s cool you started producing songs so early! Kids really didn’t have that kind of access to recording programs and all that comes with that when I was that age but it’s really cool to see. 

We started following each other on TikTok a few months ago; that’s where I discovered you are crazy talented. What made you decide to start promoting your music on TikTok?

Mostly being encouraged by people around me to post my music on the platform, because it can be a great tool for discovery. And it can just be fun! I’m not always as consistent with it as I should be but it’s definitely cool to connect with others as a result of posting.

I notice some artists are very aggressive with their promotion on the app and others prefer to take a much more organic, real-life approach to it and just put their work out there and let it reach who it reaches. What has it been like for you as an artist promoting their music on social media? 

It’s a good tool when I am consistent with it, but sometimes I find it draining if I find myself feeling like I have to create content to be seen or not drowned out by the algorithm. But overall it's helpful when I am intentional about it and just remember that everything that's meant for me will come.

Yeah for sure, it’s stressful to be on there trying to get a song to go viral; I kind of think that ship has sailed anyway (definitely for the better). But it’s such a great tool for connecting with people and building community. Do you use it to connect with other artists or creators on there?

I do find music there occasionally, from specific artists that I might discover down to accounts that actually make lists of artists/or songs to listen to.

Has TikTok been a good platform to build community and find other musicians?

I think it is or can be. Social media overall has the potential to be that. Just depends on who you meet, connect with, and how you plan to move based on that imo!

Totally. Musictok can be a very energizing place, especially now that things have chilled out and it’s not so much like The Hunger Games or something. But some people do still have that energy vampire vibe that’s annoying. Do you enjoy the other music content that you see? Do you think on TikTok the content matters more or the music? 

I do. I love to see artists/musicians play and discover new ones via the algorithm that I potentially wouldn't have otherwise. Usually, it’s the music but also I enjoy how an artist can kind of curate a short-form video to reach a wider audience. A good visual is satisfying too, but especially when it compliments the music that’s already happening!

I’ll be honest, I don’t think anyone has mastered the art of seamlessly merging their content with their music on TikTok yet. But it’s not shade, I guess that doesn’t necessarily have to be the goal. Besides, a lot of artists on TikTok are solo. You also write and play all the instruments, record, and produce everything yourself. How do you feel about that? Is it your preference?

 I think it has its pros and cons like with everything. I like not having to wait on anyone to get things done or made as a result of being solo. But I do miss collaboration when I've gone through a long period of time without it. And it's nice to have a creative control break when working with others because the work is spread out over multiple brains vs just one haha.

Yeah, I used to get weird about collaborating but when you are really vibing with someone it’s really hard to go back to juggling everything yourself. This is sort of a non-sequitur, but how do you feel about competition in the music industry? Do you feel affected by it?

I think competition tends to stem from competing for an opportunity as opposed to competing for the sake of it. Also competing for attention because attention can lead to such opportunities. But there’s more room in this now than ever before because of social media and the internet. So it’s just interesting to witness or experience. I think it can bring out the worst of some personalities tho haha.

ABSOLUTELY. I think if there’s anyone to compete with it’s the stories we tell ourselves that hold us back. 

Lately, there has been a lot of conversation around indie artists maintaining control and ownership over their music and working independently of a label. Do you have any personal thoughts on signing to a label? 

I kind of touched on this in the previous question without even knowing haha. It’s absolutely an important conversation. The industry can be predatory, so I'd say my hope is that every single artist has the ability to decide what works for them. I would hope that everyone makes informed decisions vs hastily made ones that they might regret later on or ones made in the face of deception. In a perfect world, all artists could pursue the career in music they desire without the aid of a label to eventually leech off the fruits of that labor. But on the flip side, that same aid gets you the resources to execute your vision to a higher degree. So it can be subjective. I personally know that I want to maintain ownership and control of my music so I will move accordingly.

I respect that, and I think it means a lot to certain fans these days, too. But as you mentioned, there are a lot of great labels that are run by people with good taste who truly want to help artists, too. I think staying open to the right opportunities always helps the artist. So, what does the end game look like for you right now? What are your most immediate goals? 

Definitely building a platform to get my music heard and connect to more people. And to create more opportunities for myself in music as a result of that, so yes, playing more live shows and finding more collaborators. I really don’t know if I’m seeking a label or ever will be because I would like to keep my autonomy, haha. But as I continue to learn more about the industry and business aspect of music maybe that will change, who knows. I’m kind of going with the flow right now but I would like to continue down this path and just grow organically.

I’m all about organic growth, I think it serves the artists best. Another non sequitur, but I really want your perspective. How do you feel about the expanding space for black artists and black music right now? Does it inspire you to witness and participate in the shifting of people’s perception of what Black music is? 

I love that the perception is changing surrounding the expanding space for black artists. And the reason I say perception is because, to me, black artists created many if not all of the genres many other artists take credit for so this was ours to begin with! It absolutely inspires me because while marketing is important and influences so much, I think social media has given black artists back the power to create space for whatever we want to do. We can create our own lanes. 

We absolutely can. Personally, I think TikTok has been a great platform to bring greater visibility to Black alternative artists. Would you agree it’s more instrumental to this than other platforms? 

I would say yes! All of the algorithms have their bias (we know this for sure) but the main thing I like about tiktok’s algorithm is that it seems to really tailor itself to its specific audience and as a result, we can uplift our own people more. I love that.

For sure. I love the music community, seeing artists’ creativity and the way people engage each other on topics there. So…here’s a prompt for you. What are two of your favorite albums that you consider polar opposites?

This is such a good and hard question haha. I’d say The Beauty In Distortion by J*Davey and Homogenic by Bjork. The reason I say this is because while both albums are beat-centric and make use of distortion at times, the end result was so different. Another pairing imma list is Girl In The Half Pearl by Liv.e and Strange Mercy by St. Vincent. I love these albums and both have a melancholic vibe but in different ways. The music nerd in me wants to point out how both of them are from Dallas, Tx haha.

I still haven’t listened to Liv.e. I keep hearing she is amazing, I really need to get it together. So with artists releasing singles and really taking their time to release a full album now, I have to ask - especially younger artists - what do you prefer more, full albums or singles/playlists?

I love full albums to the core. I love the concept of bringing to life a whole project with such an intention and tying something together like that. And the way an entire album can become like a capsule of a certain time over a collection of songs as opposed to one. The rollout, the aesthetic, the concept/theme, the sonic choices that tie everything together is just the most satisfying thing. And to experience it the way the artist intended. I love it. (Singles/playlists are great too tho! haha)

I agree so much. I love it. I accept other answers, but I love this answer.

Your content is really fun to watch because you’re wholesome yet so confident! I can tell you really love guitar and the process of constructing songs. Do you draw a distinction between the songwriting process and production or are the lines more blurry? 

Thank you, haha. It took and is still taking a long way to exude confidence in it so I appreciate that. I would say it's more blurry for me because I tend to do both interchangeably. When I write it's not just about the song structure and content but I usually also have an idea of how I want it to sound once it's clearly conceptualized in my head and I'm trying to get it out and recorded. So for example, I might write a lyric and a melody but I also hear that it HAS to have this kind of delay on it or it doesn't feel complete haha. If that makes sense.

It makes perfect sense. That’s part of why I think the recorded medium really adds to the experience of songwriting. You have that control, but a responsibility not to exhaust yourself or exhaust the song. Do you believe in the concept of a magnum opus? Do you think people can strive for it or do you think it just happens?  

I think it’s subjective. But in the case of it happening, I tend to believe it just happens, and the best way it happens is when an artist has grown into themselves and found a sound that is THEM. I’ve thought about this in terms of when an artist self-titles an album. They believed after however many projects they previously put out that this one embodied THEM fully. Yet, that could still not be the album of theirs that is considered magnum opus to listeners haha.  

Haha, true! True. When I was a kid a self-titled album used to really bother me and I think maybe that had something to do with why but I never articulated it. Or I just thought they were lazy. I don’t know. 

So here’s a wild card question. Do you believe in reincarnation? 

Yes. Energy just recycles and we are energetic beings having a human experience.

Me too. I really hope next time I get to be something other than human. How much do you feel like you infuse your life philosophies into your songwriting? 

A lot haha. I’m very interested in the metaphysical and spiritual. And it’s just natural to sneak in those existential concepts when that’s what all of this is haha. Art and creation fragment themselves and are imitating and experiencing themselves. Ourselves!

I’m definitely a sucker for artists who do this, probably because I vibe with it pretty deep myself. So What’s on deck in 2023 for Kam Theory? What are you looking forward to? What can your new fans look forward to?  

I definitely have goals in mind for this year musically but they are also dependent on my personal life goals at the moment haha. I definitely will just be taking opportunities as they present themselves and making more of them. But if all goes well I'll be performing more and collaborating more, and I'll finally release a project as opposed to just singles. Let's hope for and manifest the best! :)

WE HERE HOPE FOR AND MANIFEST THE BEST FOR KAM THEORY <3

(Originally published on beastsunltd.com March 8th, 2023)

[bookwyrminspiration]

Hi Quil/Dira!!! It's been a hot minute since I sent an ask (Or even gone on tumblr) so sorry about that!

Anything of note happen recently? Got the tumblr polls yet? Got any vanilla extract

I've scrolled a little to figure out what I've been missing out on, but... What are the presentations???

Also I started school this week and!!! I am!!! Not sure how I feel!!! On one hand, boooooo, on the other, I really like my classes and teachers :( so I can't fully hate going to school :(

Also, what name do you prefer? I saw the post about how Dira was your og name that you changed because you felt you had to. You're right it's a really pretty name.

I hope you're doing alright, my good sir! Have a nice day(?)

-Heathen

Omg Heathen! Hello! I haven't seen you in forever welcome back! Congrats on not being stuck in this hellsite like I have been for the past five years :)

I do have tumblr polls! I don't have a lot to ask about though so I haven't used them much--though I do have a poll about whether sock seams or sleeves bunched inside other sleeves are worse at the moment. Also when I was adding vanilla to my oatmeal this morning I couldn't help thinking about. Vanilla Extract. I'm never going to escape it now.

As for the presentations, that's part of Roisin's Reading Rumble! Roisin (aka camelspit) found a study guide of questions for the first keeper book on Shannon's actual official website, and he started the rumble with it! Essentially, for about 2 weeks she posted one of the questions (we didn't do all of them, he omitted a few), and anyone who wanted to participate would reblog with their answer. Roisin, aka Professor Spit, would then grade them the next day and provide the next question.

It turned into a bit of a thing--in a good way. We all played into the bit. I got sent to Time Out and that was a whole thing for a day or two. We got invested in it, but of course not everyone has the time or focus to consistently answer the questions. So after a while it was mostly me and two other people (Ashton and Gail!), and Professor Spit started developing lore for the class. he kept hinting at horrible things happening to good students. About a curse. And then on the final day, she posted this lore. So that's essentially what the reading rumble is, which connects to the presentations because they are the final assignment of the Reading Rumble! Those of us who signed up create a presentation of some kind about a character we were assigned (I chose Ro), and the posting goes until the 14th! Whether we'll get eaten by the beast afterwards remains to be seen, but it's been a fun bit of like. almost an rpg-ish interaction with each other :)

Also oh no! School! I'm the same, I like learning and there are a few classmate's whose ideas I like hearing. But I don't enjoy physically going to school (very draining and time consuming) and I don't like homework. That's not counting my online classes, those I'm more okay with because I picked the courses. There is a fair bit of work though. And one of the classes is a bit of a disaster technologically, but oh well.

As for names, I don't really have a preference! I've been using Quil so consistently for so long that I usually default to it, and it's what most people solely know me as so. I don't expect many people to change or need them to. The Dira is mostly for my sake. But people are also welcome to use it! I've had the idea maybe I'd use it more in Spanish since it sounds better with the accent, and then Quil could be more for English, but I haven't really decided.

With names, people can basically just call me whatever they want! I'm not particular. Pick one of the two, switch between them, call me a nickname, pick a random name you want to call me, whatever! I'm very loose with names and labels and everything :)

And thank you! I am doing okay! I'm going to have to make an entire presentation on Monday (we've known about this for weeks I just haven't done it and I will not spend my weekend time on it) and then give it sometime after that, and I'm not looking forward to it. But I worked it out with my professor that I wouldn't have to give the second presentation this semester if I did this one (he knows I don't enjoy them, but does want my peers to benefit from me sharing). So it's. I'll get through it.

And it is day when I'm answering this! I hope you've been doing well, whatever you've been up to. And I hope you also have a nice day!

[wetfeline]

SCARS

bakugo katsuki x reader

warning; someone dying, fluff, angst, cussing

notes; I KNOW YOU GUYS SAW THE MHA CHAPTER 362 BRUH 😭 i cant believe it im in denial fr but yeah this fic is sorta inspired by it? lololol have fun reading :)

YOU DIDN'T mind scars, because you've always have been a careless and curious child. Small cuts and bruises on your arms and knees everytime you come home due to you wandering far just because you wanted to find that one little rare bug you've once read—your parents tried to stop you, but that only fueled your curiosity further.

You can't count how many times you've been bruised, nor remember how you got that small scar on your thumb but you can still vividly remember that one specific day. For some, it wouldn't be special, you didn't get a major scar or something and didn't bruise for the first time.

You guess you can that day a lucky day; not just because you didn't get any injuries, but because it was the day you met him after all.

"Who are you?"

A boyish kid-like voice suddenly spoke and instead of being frightened, you foolishly turned your head around, forgetting the "becareful of strangers" thing your mother has always told you. But you were sure it wasn't a kidnapper or something, why would there be one in the woods? A no trespass area at that.

Turning around, you saw a boy who was most likely your age and someone behind them too.

Maybe his friend, you thought.

You didn't reply and instead chose to observe them both- you don't really see children your age wander around in the woods like you would.

The blond one looked like he was angry, for what? Was he mean? You don't know, maybe it was his natural resting face. Your father told you to not judge people based on their looks.

But maybe this time he was wrong since the kid looked even more angry when he noticed you didn't respond. You were probably right about him being angry, and well, mean.

"Are you mute or what?"

"Kacchan.. I don't think you should go around and ask people that," the green haired one spoke. Oh, right he was also there, you kind of forgot about him to be honest.

Finally, you chose to respond, "No, I'm not."

He furrowed his brows, internally curious on why you were also here. You looked fragile and weak and you probably didn't have a quirk yet. Why were you here in a no trespass area?

"Hey, why are you here?"

"I could say the same to you," and that somehow ticked him off.

"Answer me properly!" He pursed his lips angrily, holding his hand up to show his quirk.

So he had a explosion based quirk. How powerful, you thought, but at the same time he looks like an angry pomeranian. You've seen those dogs sometimes, and the similarity almost made you giggle.

"Hey, how old are you?" You asked.

"7." He replies.

"I'm 8 I'm older than you."

"You are in our grade, though." The broccoli haired child peeks behind the blond's back, and you notice how his hair is also the same shade as his eyes and you also see his freckles. How adorable, you hum.

"I started school late."

"Ha! What kind of idiot does that?"

"Kacchan!"

Is his name, Kacchan? That's kind of.. cute. You couldn't imagine an angry kid like him with such a cute name so you were sure it was just a nickname. But still, it wouldn't hurt to tease him a little bit.

"Is your name Kacchan?"

"No! No way!" He replies defensively, looking to the side, and you can barely see a pink hue starting to form.

"Then what's your name?"

"Bakugo Katsuki!"

"Nice to meet you, Kacchan, I'm Y/N."

"OUCH," you whisper, and somehow your bestfriend hears it because he says he has super amazing hearing and you doubt it. You're sure it was just an excuse from him being attentive and caring for you. It's somehow endearing.

"Did you get injured again?"

"Aww, so you do care for me, Kat!"

"You're such an idiot," you hear him mutter softly and that surprises you. "Of course I do,"

It's been 8 years since you met Katsuki. You've been with him all those years. You grew close with him and even though you guys bicker and argue, your close bond would always remain. Your parents even knew about your close relationship. You guys were together to enroll for U.A- you guys entered the prestigious school together in the same classroom.

He was always there to treat your wounds whenever you injured yourself again. He was always there. And, you were too.

Bakugo Katsuki was no doubt your other piece. In any shape or form, you would always fit together. Through arguments and doubts, you guys would always come back together. Your bond is so strong, the universe would always bring them back together, no matter how long it is. You're certain.

"Katsuki," you trail off, shocked by the turn of events because he was never a person with words, never a person who would directly admit that they care for you. Until now, and he said that to you.

You hugged him tightly in your arms, your hands clasping behind his backs, and not even after a minute, your bestfriend hugged you even tighter and you let him. You paid no mind to it and continued to embrace him, softly brushing his hair with your fingers. He feels so close and you suddenly feel your cheeks warming up.

Why are you feeling this way? You don't know, but you could only hope he doesn't feel the way the beating of your heart sped up.

You also don't know why he's acting like this. Is he gonna die? You hope not. Though you don't complain, you can't complain when he feels so comfortable in your arms, when you could smell his natural scent, when your fingers were fiddling with his fluffy hair. You couldn't complain.

His eyes, the eyes you see even in your sleep, those very eyes that makes you flutter when you guys make eye contact. His sand colored hair, the ones you've grown to love. Every part of him, you can say with confidence that he is beautiful.

Little did you know, he was thinking the same to you.

You guys aren't sure what your official relationship are but even though you guys never said it to eachother— you both knew.

YOU didn't mind scars, but that didn't mean you wanted to get them.

Everything feels dizzy, you feel like your legs will give up on you every second now, you tune out the terror filled shouts as you can only focus on one thing.

Katsuki. Your one and only love.

The late night conversations about growing old together until you guys are all wrinkly and crippled, dying together. What happend to that? You thought it was a promise, and he never broke promises. Until this one. Why? You don't understand. Maybe this was all just a dream. A fucking nightmare. You wish to wake up.

This whole war was so, fucking, cruel. You guys were only children. Eighteen year olds fighting on the front lines. You could accept it, you accepted it, there was no other choice anyways. But why must fate do this to you?

Katsuki. Your one and only love.

You're staring at his injured body. You can't breathe at all, everything feels so suffocating. You can't feel anything but at the same time the ring he gave to you on your birthday was feeling oh, so, cold.

Why was it him and not me?

"Y/N.." his voice snaps you out of it and you immediately run to him, not caring about the other people calling other doctors.

You caress his head with such gentleness, forcing to stop your tears because you don't want him to see you in such expressions. It should be him crying and not you.

"Katsuki. Just hold on," the sheer desperation in your voice was enough for the man in your arms to tear up.

He musters enough strength and caresses your cheek with his left hand, staring at you so fondly like the world was ending. Actually it probably is ending. You can't imagine life without him. He was always there, and now suddenly he wouldn't be. Bullshit. This was all fucking bullshit.

Mixed in his eyes were fear, fear as he realizes he can't see another sunset with you. Realizing who will be there to take care of you now that you're gone? They don't know you like he does. His eyes finally let go of the tears he has been holding and he sobs weakly.

He is afraid of dying.

He is afraid of losing you.

You are afraid of him dying.

You are afraid of losing him.

You want to force yourself that there was still hope, hope that he can live and you guys can carry those stupid endearing dreams you wanted to do. You guys even had a bucket list.

But even though no words were said— you both knew.

I'm dying.

I know.

I love you.

"I love you too, Katsuki," you whisper softly, watching as his chest finally stops going up and down, watching as he takes his last breath, watching as he finally closes his eyes.

You finally allowed yourself to sob.

He may had treated your scars, but what he didn't know was the mental scar he gave to you that you had to carry 'till your very end.

[eclectickss]

Make Me Feel Special (1/2)

Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Warnings: Mommy issues/kink, sexual implications, major age gap (reader is of age)

Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.

Word Count: 3K?

Link to Part 2

A/N: Not grammar checked at all! A blurb gone big!(still at writers block on PGATW) But requests are open! I’ve never done one before but i’m willing to try. <3

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You entered the apartment and placed your keys in the dish and jacket on it’s hook, making your way into the kitchen to place your to-go food in the fridge. Jane sat at the island on the computer you shared, and you smiled.

“Hey, I picked up sandwiches for dinner. Hope that’s cool.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Your best friend didn’t look up, but it didn’t really bother you. Well, she was your only friend, but still.

You and Jane had been sharing the apartment for years now, The two of you working a good job to afford it and making a livable income. You had been close since high-school, due to your similar social status, but beyond the two of you, nobody was too good at making friends.

From what she had told you, Jane’s mom wasn’t around much when she was growing up. Jane was a teen pregnancy, and ever since she was born, her mom made no time for her daughter. Agatha, was her name.

Agatha came from a wealthy family, though. Her parents (Jane’s grandparents) wouldn’t allow her to use the family money for her child, much less anything else. She struggled with Jane, and therefore the two of them were ever close.

Agatha’s parents died when Jane was in high-school, so her mom inherited their wealth, but their relationship was past salvageable. At least in Jane’s eyes, it was.

Jane was always telling you about how bad of a mom Agatha was and about how you were lucky that you didn’t have to deal with someone like her. Jane didn’t understand though. You would had given anything to have someone like Agatha. Even if she wasn’t around to much, it was still better than nobody at all.

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You were now setting the table for two as you pulled the sandwiches out of the fridge, also finding some strawberries to place at the table. You now were looking through the pantry for chips when you heard a knock at the door and Jane moving around to answer it.

“Mom?!” You heard at the door while you still had your head buried in the pantry. Your eyes widened at the name, never expecting to hear it in your life (in that context, at least). You thought Agatha was out of the picture. “What are you doing here?” You stayed silent as you listened from around the corner.

“Well, I think it’s long overdue that we had a talk, Jane, honey.” She sounded a little more raspy than you were expecting, but that doesn’t say much about someone who used to be an addict.

“We don’t do that, Mom. Anyways, now isn’t a good time.” You heard your friend sigh. The woman was your literal mother... you could at least give her five minutes, you thought.

“I want to start, honey. Please just let me in?”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“C’mon, kiddo.” She begged, and you felt a little bad for how Jane was acting. You know her mom wasn’t a great person, but she was still her mom.

You never got to have one of those.

“If this is just you on another one of your sobriety stunts...”

“I’m really trying this time, Jane! I know I fucked up, baby, but please.”

“Fine.” Your friend grumbled. You heard increasing footsteps and your heart raced as you were about to meet the source of Jane’s complaints and drama.

You hurried to sit at the kitchen counter before the two women caught you snooping, but your gaze snaps up just in time to see Agatha Harkness walk into the room.

Jane might have always mentioned that her mother was any and all variations of a bitch, but she failed to mention how attractive the woman was. Her messy brown hair sat on top of an old purple cardigan and worn out jeans, followed by a pair of well-used slip-on shoes. The look together was not extremely flattering, but Agatha somehow pulled it together in a way that made your stomach turn. Your eyes raked her down, but you think she caught you when you met her gaze again. She smirked softly.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you had guests!” She says as her own eyes follow your figure, and you wonder if she’s just doing it to mock you or flatter you. She looks back up with a glimmer in her eye, and you decide on the latter option. Your face goes red, but you try and brush her actions off, not wanting to mistake it for anything else.

“Didn’t I say that this was a bad time?” Jane grumbled.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Harkness. My name is YN.” You smiled as you held out your hand.

“Call me Agatha, darling.” She stared into your eyes. “It’s so nice to finally meet one of Jane’s friends.” You panic under her gaze.

“We were just about to sit down for dinner, if you want to join us. We don’t have any food for you, but-“

“Oh, thank you... I was hoping I could talk to Jane in private, though.” She walked over to the table and took a seat.

“Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it to YN, too.” The two of you joined Agatha at the table.

A long moment of awkward silence passsed between the three of you before your guest finally spoke up.

“I want you in my life, Jane. For real this time.”

Nobody says anything, and dishes stop clattering.

“I know I shoulda done this earlier... hell, I shoulda done this when I got claim to my parent’s money, but I want to look after you. I never got the chance to do that when you were young... cause of all the drinking and working... but I can do that now. I’m ready.”

Jane sat with her mouth open and a half eaten sandwich forgotten on her plate.

“No, Mom, you shoulda done this from the moment I was conceived. You don’t get a second chance with me. I’m not giving you a second chance, or a third or a fourth or whatever number you wanna give yourself. You wanna know why? It’s because I already did that. And you let me down every single time.”

Agatha looked a little speechless.

“Fine, then.” She sighed. “I won’t bother you again.” But it hurt you to watch a daughter turn away her mother, when that was an opportunity that you wanted so badly. “Is it alright if I stay the night, though? It’s a long drive back to my place.”

Jane rolled her eyes, knowing that her mother was being dramatic, but didn’t want to put up with any more of her antics. “I better not see you in the morning. YN can get blankets for the couch.”

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“Hey, Jane,” You sighed as you entered her room.

“Hey, YN. I’m sorry you had to deal with the shit show that is my mother. I can’t believe she just walked in here and expected me to accept her pathetic invitation.”

“No, it’s ok. She’s not that bad with me.”

“Well she just met you. I just don’t understand why she thought showing up unannounced would magically make me want a mother again. It’s fucked up.” Jane said, but you couldn’t sit there and watch her tear down something that you wish you had.

“Yeah,” you mumbled and rushed out of her room before she could say anything else.

You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, then headed over to the sink for some tap water. The cool liquid rushed down your throat as you held down your tears, thankful that nobody was around.

“Hey, Honey,”

Shit. You forgot that Agatha was on the couch.

You turn around to see her meeting your gaze, although her eyes quickly found the way to the rest of your body.

“You doing alright, babygirl?” The nickname made you heat up. She spoke with concern and care; something that Jane chose to ignore, which made you feel bad for Agatha. You wish that Jane wouldn’t take for granted what her mother was trying to offer her.

“Uh... yeah... I guess.” You sigh, hopping up to sit on the counter as you watch the other woman fill her own glass at the sink. “Jane is just... being a little hard right now.” You chose your words carefully, not wanting to lose the trust of your friend but also wanting to gain the trust of another.

“What do you mean?” You realize the situation you have put yourself in.

“It’s just... I didn’t have a mom at all growing up. Or a dad. I had my shitty uncle... until he tossed me into the foster system. I had it real rough... and it still kinda is... but Jane has been helping. That’s why we’re friends at least. She might view me as a charity project, but i’m desperate, I guess.”

“What does all of this have to do with Jane being hard, hon?” She leaned onto the counter across from you.

“She didn’t really have a mom, either... growing up. No offense.”

Agatha shrugged. “I know.”

“But now that she’s given an opportunity to have one, she turns it down... and it makes me jealous. Mad. Angry.” You pause. ���I know I’ll never get the chance at a mom, but she has one. And fuck, I would give so much to have that.”

“To have someone like me? A recovering drunk who treated their teen pregnancy like a joke?”Agatha sighed into her hands, but her words meant so much more to you than she may ever know.

“Yeah. To have someone like you. Someone who cares.” At that, she looked up with a new light in her eyes, but you don’t meet her gaze. You don’t want her to see the blush or desire written on your face, so instead, you pull a cigarette out from your jacket pocket.

She watches you as you hop down from the counter to get the lighter out of the junk drawer, paying attention to the way your body moves. You notice how her eyes follow you, but you don’t call her out on it, knowing you would do the same if the roles were reversed.

“You want a hit?” You lift your eyebrow as you raise the smoke to meet her gaze. A glint of humor is caught on her face, and you smirk.

“Sure... why not.” She says as you join her in leaning up against the counter. You bring the cigarette up to your mouth and click the lighter.

“So,” Agatha starts again, both of you a few puffs in. “How did you end up here with Jane?”

“Uhh... we met senior year of high-school. I was fucked up. Shit grades. Wasn’t going to graduate. Drug money to pay off... no job. Jane used your money to pay off my debt. She found me a job. Tutored me. Like I said, I felt like a charity project. But at least I graduated. We both work now and pay for this place together. Maybe it’s not great but we’re both better off than we were a few years ago.”

“Why didn’t she accept anything I tried to give her? Did she tell you?” Agatha was prying, but you didn’t mind.

“You mean after high-school? She didn’t want any help from you. In her words exactly... ‘She wasn’t there for me for the first 18 years of my life, so why should she help out now...’”

“And what do you think about that?”

“I didn’t grow up poor, Agatha. I grew up with nothing. I would have taken any of your offers in a heartbeat, no matter how guilty they made me feel.”

“Good girl.” She nearly whispers, and you turned to face her, but you couldn’t make anything out of the expression written on her face. Your own skin was hot and something was burning in your core, and you didn’t know what to think.

“I’m sorry... what did you just say?” You watched as she put the cigarette out, now giving you her undivided attention.

“So tell me, honey, do you have a boyfriend? I’m assuming a pretty thing like you would have one. Tell me about him.” Part of you wondered where this conversation was going, but the other part assumed that she already knew which direction you leaned in.

“Uhh... not my type.” You stared at her with curiosity.

“So you got a girlfriend, then?” Her new confidence shocked you a little bit.

“Uhh... no.” You tilted your head, and she seemed to pick up on your confusion.

“Good girl.” Your mouth was dry. “You see, mommy doesn’t want you having a girlfriend... no, she wants you all to herself.”

Your eyes widen in shock, but your core aches and cheeks burn. You stare at the woman next to you as a hand slides onto your thigh.

“Oh come on, darling. You said you wanted a mommy, baby. I wanna take care of you. I see the way you look at me. Don’t deny you want me too.” She spins around and pins you to the counter, and you audibly gulp.

“But- Jane.” You whine, already being driven crazy by the proximity of Agatha’s body.

“Jane is kicking me out, baby girl. And you can come live with me. Mommy has a pretty house, honey. I can feed you, clothe you... make you feel good. I can make you feel special.” And God, your soul was ready to leave your body. You wanted this. You could hardly think as her soft lips grazed over the skin on your neck, and a soft moan escaped your throat. Her tongue and teeth pulled at the skin just below your ear, trying to pull a response out of you.

“Mom!” The both of you jumped at the third voice in the room. The two of you turn to Jane in shock. “What the FUCK are you doing!” She rushed over to the two of you, pulling Agatha off of your body. “You can’t just come into my life and try to fuck my friends after someone rejects you!” She pushes her mom back and turns to you.

“Oh my god, YN, are you ok? I cannot believe that she tried to touch you. God, that makes me sick.” She hugged you, but you still couldn’t say anything.

“Jane, honey, you don’t know-“

“Shut up! I can’t even look at you! Get out of my house, mom. I never want to see you again.” Jane’s face turned red with anger.

“Honey-“ Agatha met eyes with you, but you didn’t know what to do.

“Leave! Now.” She seethed and stomped back to the bedroom, expecting Agatha to be gone when she got back.

The woman in front of you moved silently while you still processed what just happened. When she returned with her belongings, she gave you a note, but headed out without saying a word.

After a few minutes, you finally looked at the piece of paper in hand.

If you ever make up your mind...

1286 Lincoln St NW

(673) 867-5309

-Agatha

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“YN, are you sure you’re alright? I really never would have expected my mom to touch you or even make you feel uncomfortable. I’m so sorry.” Jane sighed as she sat on the bed.

“I’m fine, J. You don’t have to apologize on her behalf.” You replied, sitting on the chair opposite her.

“I mean what even happened. Why did she do that?”

“Umm... I don’t know. We were just talking and then she started that.”

“What we’re you talking about?”

“Oh, I was just explaining how we met.” You tentatively answered.

“YN you didn’t have to tell her that. I know it’s personal for you, I can’t believe she forced you to talk about it.

“I uhh- actually didn’t mind. I wasn’t forced.”

“Then why would you trust her with something like that? You know how she is.”

“Because...” You thought about your next words carefully. “She cares.” Jane scoffs.

“That must be a different woman we’re talking about, YN. My mom is a selfish bitch who only cares for herself.”

That tipped the iceberg for you.

“You know, Jane? I understand that you and her might never be besties like she wants you to be, but that doesn’t mean you get to fuck her over now that she’s trying.” Your friend looks up at you in shock.

“Well she fucked me over my entire life, so I don’t see why I can’t do the same.”

“Because! Jane! She’s changed! It’s only right that you give her one more shot in your life!”

She took a pause.

“I’m sorry, YN, are you defending my MOM? After everything she’s done to me, and everything i’ve done for you?!”

“Yes. It is sick watching you throw something away that I can only dream of.” You spat angrily.

“Geez, YN. Just- get out of my fucking house. Keep your rent money for the month. Pack your shit and get the hell out of here.” She nearly ran out of the room.

But you weren’t surprised. In fact, you expected this the moment you chose your side.

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The knocks resonate through the large door attached to the even larger house. Agatha has money.

You thought Jane was over exaggerating a little bit, but now you understood that she wasn’t. You sighed as your cab sped away, and now all you could do was wait.

Agatha opened the door, slightly shocked to see you, but nevertheless happy.

“Hey baby, what is it?”

You took a deep breath, taking in the sight of the woman who stood in front of you.

“I want you to make me feel special, mommy.”

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link to part 2

[sixeyesgojo]

Dad!Gojo with a grown up reader

Summary: part 14645648 of my Dad!Gojo headcanon miniseries

Characters: Dad!Gojo and his lovely offspring (adopted or not)

Word count: -

Content warning: mentions of a character (by name only) who hasn’t appeared in the anime

A/N: had some difficulty writing this because I didn’t know how to properly split it into non-jujutsu and jujutsu at first but here you go

Remember when I said he’s the cool dad for the schoolkid!reader hc? Yeah no, over the years you found his personality to be quite embarrassing because he aims to embarrass shit out of you for fun

still calls you by your childhood nicknames, he thinks they’re cute and funny but Gojo, please.

Don’t talk to him about it though, the man will come up with worse nicknames

may be the embarrassing dad but he really really really treasures you to the point he kept all the drawings you gave him when you were little (Gojo with a mustache, Gojo fighting a curse, various drawings of you two + Megumi)

fingerguns you regularly because it’s ~edgy~

you regularly facepalm

You relate more to Nanami now and have grown exponentially closer to him, which makes Gojo sulk once he finds out

“You like Nanami-chan more than Dada now? :’(((”

“Dad, the last time I called you Dada was when I was 6 or something-”

Nanami will never hear the end of this. Somebody help this man and salvate him from the everlasting migraine that is Gojo Satoru.

Gojo may be embarrassing but by no means does that define his parenting skills - those have improved by so much over the years, although he will always stay the dork he is

Some things never change: he still asks how your day went and listens to you rambling

It really is one of his comfort activities because it grants him a little bit of tranquility

for non jujutsu sorcerer readers:

when you graduate from high school, he’ll turn up to the graduation party in more formal wear and shit, some people think he’s actually one of the graduating students and he plays along

is so proud of you though; will definitely reward you with a fancy ass dinner or something

is over the moon when you start college

You may not be a jujutsu sorcerer but Gojo still insisted teaching you some techniques for self-defense

He foresaw that curse users and curses alike would come after you - so the training came in handy at times

I said you were a prodigy in your earlier years but haha, we all know too well that flies out of the window as you grow up, so being a college student = despair

Gojo tries being a good dad and support you as best as he can

but mans never went to college and never had to study much since his brain is a galaxy brain, so he doesn’t understand much of the struggle

You become Y/N “college is shit” Gojo - Nanami is proud of you for saying that

for readers that chose to attend Jujutsu Tech & become jujutsu sorcerers after graduation:

tough love, man

Your teacher in Jujutsu Tech is actually Kusakabe but since you are Gojo’s kid (he calls you his “responsibility” when he justifies this), you basically have two teachers: one at school (Kusakabe) and one who nags at you at home (Gojo)

Meaning: besides the stuff you learn at school, including general education, you’re put through tough Jujutsu training by Gojo at home

He says he wants you to be the best as he is but secretly, he panics at the very thought of anybody coming after you just because you carry the last name “Gojo”

Gojo whisks you away whenever, wherever (he does whatever he wants to); takes you on some tough missions with him

Training sessions with Gojo? Episode 23 of Jujutsu Kaisen season 1, at 8:11

That’s you almost daily tbh, he does NOT go easy on you, EVER... but he does hold back or else you’d just end up at Shoko’s just like Megumi when Gojo flicked his head

GTG (Great Teacher Gojo) strikes again: his almost relentless training is rewarded

You have been promoted to Grade 1 by the time you reach the second year. Congratulations, break a neck or something?

Taglist (open): @gojos-mochi​​ @bleueluna​​ @megumifushi​​ 

[zukkoxx]

first dates! :)

w/ bakugo, kiri, deku, shoto

bakugo 💥

let’s be honest...going on a date was not bakugo’s idea.

in fact, he despised the idea of having to put off hero work for a night to pay for some extra’s meal and force himself to have a conversation he didn’t want to.

but the people he called his friends, mina, kirishima, denki and sero urged him to do this. (mostly mina)

they all complained about how he was so pent up and angry more than usual, and that one normal night where he went on a date to get to know someone might let him blow off some steam.

there’s were three outcomes to this planned date:

1. bakugo would be annoyed the whole time, counting the minutes down before literally bursting himself away from the date

2. he’d get himself laid, which was another way to blow off steam, to be fair.

or 3. he’d meet the love of his life.

and that’s where you come in.

you were one of mina’s closest friends, who had met everyone in the squad except for bakugo. he claimed he didn’t have enough time to meet irrelevant people. and the four idiots he semi-tolerated was enough for him.

but mina was persistent. she bribed bakugo with all types of things (most of them having to do with all might) to get him to go on just one date with her friend

and surprisingly, he agreed.

and now, you’re at one of the classiest restaurants in town, sitting across from pro-hero bakugo and eating all that your stomach could hold.

the beginning was a bit awkward. small talk here and there where bakugo would just reply with one word answers or even a low grunt.

but as soon as you asked him about his career, and why he chose to become a hero, it seemed like he could suddenly talk for hours.

he explained a little about himself, talking about his “hag of a mom” and his “arch nemesis deku” with a scowl.

and you explained what you did, your career and some parts of your life. bakugo listened. he was surprising himself. he never imagined being so interested in some extra’s life.

but your eyes were captivating and your words were ear pulling. and he honestly couldn’t help but think....maybe this was a good idea

bye the end of the date, you two were gently smiling at each other. his a lot straighter than yours, but it was something.

he walked you to your car, and you started to say goodbye

“this was really fun bakugo, i’ll be sure to look out for your pro-hero duties on the big screen.” you went to step in your car when he put a hand on your shoulder.

“put your number in.” he grunted. “what’s the point of watching behind a screen when you could get the story from the man himself.” he handed you his phone, and watched as you put your digits in.

when you finally said your last goodbyes and you were back home, your phone dinged, and a notification form an unknown number popped up.

i had fun too i guess. call me...whenever.

-b.k.

deku 🥦

izuku was conflicted.

he loved his life, don’t get him wrong.

living as the number one hero was literally his dream come true.

but he always felt something missing. he just didn’t know what.

it wasn’t until he was hanging out with his friends on one of his rare days off. smiling and laughing at the carefree atmosphere.

he soon realized something. he was different from the rest. it was so obvious, how hadn’t he noticed till now?

he watched as todoroki and momo smiled at each other, sharing their food.

as ochaco and iida held hands under the table.

as tsuya left early, saying she had to meet her s/o.

izuku finally realized...he was lonely

not in the the literal sense, no, he had tons of friends and peers who he loved very much.

but he didn’t have a companion. someone he would come home to at the end of the day. who’d stick by his side through thick and thin.

so he did what every standard, normal human being did when wanting to find a s/o.

he turned to online dating.

hey don’t make fun of him! you were on there too ;)

izuku spent months swiping, trying to find the perfect person to “shoot his shot” with. and eventually, he landed on your profile. your picture was gorgeous and he found himself asking “are they a model?”

feeling a burst of confidence, he goes to your messages, and types a greeting.

you, on the other hand, was confused to say the least. there was no way #1 pro hero deku had just messaged you. you thought it was a scam or catfish. so you ignored it.

but after a few more minutes, another message caught your attention from the same profile.

hey! i know what you’re thinking but...it’s really me! deku! here’s my number so we can video call. please consider. ###-###-####- i.m.

so, you decided to give it a try. if it really was deku, there was no way you’d pass on this once in the lifetime opportunity

as soon as you had free time, you called. and to your surprise, it was really him!

you two talked for a while, getting to know each other. and you shared how you both thought it was time to reach out and try to get to to know other people.

it was really nice talking to him, but as some point, duty called, so he asked you to meet him at a small cafe in town.

when the day came, it entered the nice cafe, and giddily looked around for the green haired boy. when your eyes met him, his widened and he waved at you.

as you walked closer, you couldn’t help but notice the severe blush spreading across his cheeks.

you said hello, and he replied with a stammered greeting. he was almost a totally different person than the one who had messaged and called you, but...you found it cute.

after a while, he began to calm down, and casual conversation began to flutter between you two.

you spent hours talking and laughing with him like you were old friends.

he paid for your food, like the gentleman he is, and complimented you more than you could count. you found yourself hoping this wouldn’t be the only date.

and he was thinking the same thing.

after a few hours of getting to know each other, duty called, and izuku had to leave to go save a bank from being robbed by a low grade villain. much to his demise.

before you parted ways, he spoke with hopeful eyes. “we should do this again some time. o-only if you want to, of course!” he suggested.

you smiled widely. “i would love to!” was your response.

...you two went on a lot more dates in the future.

kirishima 🪨

it was a normal day for the red haired boy.

he was having his usual friday workout at his local gym.

buffing up, ya know?

he decided to work on his legs, walking over to the leg press.

he stopped in confusion when he saw someone he didn’t know at his usual spot.

he was even more confused when he noticed the same person was about half his size, lifting the same amount he did!

he looked left and right, wondering if anyone else was watching you.

he stared a little longer than he’d like to admit, watching your figure and focused eyes, and after a while, you finished your set, sitting up to get a drink.

kirishima cleared his throat, walking towards you and flexing his muscles, groaning at the stretch when he moved his arms around.

he approached you just as you were about to do another set, but you stopped when you saw him walk up to you.

“hey uhhh...need some help there?” he asked in feigned confidence, hoping to start some conversation.

you scoffed “you think cause i’m a girl i can’t lift a few hundred pounds?”

“nonono exactly the opposite! i was just watching you. you did a good job!” kirishima stopped himself when he saw your eyes widen. he probably sounded so creepy!

“look, i saw you absolutely crushing those leg lifts and i just could not...not...introduce myself to someone so MANLY!” he grinned widely. “i’m kirishima! you are?”

you gave him an amused smile and introduced yourself. “y/n.”

you two talked for a bit until it became too late.

so kirishima suggested that you two hang out. it was only gonna be a date if it was fine with you.

you agreed, of course. he was cute, charming, and entertaining. a date wouldn’t hurt.

so he gave you his number and told he’d text you about the plan.

a week later, you got the day and time of the date, but he wouldn’t tell you where it was, claiming it was a surprise.

don’t worry, you made sure to give one of your friends your location in case any shady stuff went down.

kirishima happened to take you on a date to an amusement park!

there was a ton of attractions and rides, as well as other activities like rock climbing and laser tag.

you had so much fun. kirishima was making sure of it. he let you win in laser tag, let you sit where ever you wanted on the rollar coasters, and basically carried you up the rock climbing wall.

and in the end, he won you a giant teddy bear from the claw machine.

it was honestly a perfect date.

by the time night fell, you and him were chilling in his car, eating funnel cake and snow cones.

“so, did you have fun?” he asked with curious eyes.

“so much fun kiri!” you happily bit your funnel cake and he smiled even wider at the nickname, happy you had gotten comfortable with him already.

“that means we can do this again right! go on another date?”

you agreed without hesitation :)))

shoto ❄️🔥

todoroki had no interest in dating.

it’s wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea, or that he had trouble finding someone (god no), he just didn’t think it was important at the time.

but when the vain of his existence, the person who seemed to cause all his problems stepped into his calm and collected lifestyle, he had no choice.

his father, endeavor, was trying to set up shoto in the arranged marriage.

he had been trying for a while, but shoto continued to refuse.

however, endeavor was his father, and he continued to berate shoto about how the family name would go to waste if shoto didn’t marry someone with a good quirk.

shoto made a deal

if he found a s/o before the day of the wedding, endeavor would have to leave him alone and let him make his own decisions. finally

endeavor agreed.

the only problem was...shoto didn’t really talk to people. he didn’t reach out and go on dates. he just had no reason to. so finding someone that he was comfortable being with would be difficult

he thought about the people he knew, and how most of his friends were from his high school years.

scrolling through his contact list for what seemed life forever, he suddenly approached your name.

he remembered you fondly. how you were one of his closest friends and one of the people he actually cared about during his time at UA

and, he honestly found you quite attractive

you’d definitely be able to help him with his little dilemma.

when you received a random text from shoto, you were kind of surprised. after high school, you never really talked unless it was holidays or birthday greetings.

but when he told you about his situation, and how he needed a fake s/o to get his father off his back, you agreed.

you were always the type to help a friend in need. especially one like shoto who helped you through high school.

shoto had planned on you meeting his father and having a quick dinner to introduce his new “girlfriend”

luckily endeavor never payed attention to shoto’s friend’s, or he would have recognized you from UA.

during the dinner, a tense blanket covered the three of you.

endeavor would ask very specific questions.

what’s your quirk?

how powerful it is?

what benefits would you bring to the todoroki family?

you answered as best as you could to make yourself fit to his standards, but it was hard when endeavor was so intimidating and judgmental.

at the end of the hour long meeting, he claimed you weren’t right for shoto, and you didn’t meet his standard.

it honestly wounded your pride a bit. you slumped in your chair and shoto looked at you in concern.

you excused yourself after a while, noting to say sorry to shoto for not being able to help him.

but you couldn’t get far when you hear shoto cursing out his father, saying he was a “scum” and he “wouldn’t take anymore bullshit”

shoto ran after you, apologizing for his father’s behavior and insisted on taking you out to make up for the trouble.

that night, he took your favorite restaurant and let you order whatever you wanted.

the rest is history.

well guys this was my first official post. hopefully it’s up to ur standard. ;3

[wilted3sunflowers]

characters made for @oznitus​ dorm, ling already knows Mara but now they also get to meet the new group on the block

They all hail from The Emerald Plains 

Mara Malice Species: human Inspired by: Madam Morrible  Height: 5′7″ Age: 21 Favorite Food: salt water taffy Hated Food: Corn [popcorn is the only corn allowed]  Fun Fact: Would have been part an important family but her father ran off with his “true love” in poverty instead of just marrying who he was arranged with. Mara doesn’t know this.  Unique Magic: The Fates Design She can set the goal and things will fall into place, if its further into the future or a very hard to accomplish goal it will take a lot of magic, and even saps magic from her a bit for each day as fate gets rolling into place like she wanted. so shes not seen doing a lot of magic, especially if she has plans going on behind the scenes. Most don’t know her unique magic. 

A teachers assistant that typically while helping grade and work on other things is stationed in Oznitus. Kind of like a baby sitter but not that Crowley would say that. She’s actually earned the nickname ‘mama’ from some more ornery students. As her first year being a teachers assistant she kind of wants to put the best example forward and typically will just say white lies.

“Oh no, Trien sir, i just passed those students in the library. Are you sure that it was them you saw? Come, let’s talk this out, i’d love to help you solve this mystery” taking his arm and leading him off meanwhile the students in question hiding under her desk or throughout the room just out of sight.  Actually has grown close friends with the main Oznitus trio, especially Mika who she talks a lot more casually with and interacting more with him like a best friend especially when off the clock so to say. Gets along well with Evett and Theo too.  Mika started a joke of telling the first years to call Mara and Evett ‘Mama’ and ‘Pops’ because they can be quite the more paternal of them trying to keep everyone in line and orderly 

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Viridian Hunter Species: Human Inspired by: The gate keeper Height: 5′1″ Favorite Food: Filet Mignon Hated Food: Chocolate covered Cherries Year: 2nd Age: 18 Class: 2-D  Best Subject: Summoning Club: Light Music - he feels remiss they don’t actually practice their instruments much and a lot of it is just ‘socializing’  Fun Fact: Thinks women are amazing, it’s a common thought from the Emerald plains that the women are the more highly regarded ones. Typically better at magic than the others Though has that actually been put to the test? Where are those stats? How did they test the magic? Seems a bit of just another one of Viridian’s biases  Unique Magic: Lock and Key  He can make anything un-openable but also he can just as easily open anything he wishes with a magic formed skeleton key. He usually can’t open things enchanted though. he’s trying to see if he can though, he wants to see if he can eventually get to that level. 

Met Tsavorite while very young and actually was an orphan the family took in and while they technically adopted him it was very clear he was more of a live in friend because Tsavorite wanted him around. Playing a lot of dress up, playing fun games, telling Viridian to break some rules that were in place that usually would get Viridian so worried and wound up but bending to Tsavorites will to do as she asked and if he got caught Tsavorite would just coolly say “ I told him to.” and that was the end of the conversation. She has surprised him by saying this when he was caught once actually trying to sneak seconds in the middle of the night because he didn’t eat much that day from playing all day with Tsavorite. They sat there in the kitchen with Tsavorite eating with him after the staff made something fresh. It’s one of his most appreciated memories. 

He admires Tsavorite greatly and does anything she asks of him. To him Tsavorite can’t do wrong, he knows rules, he knows morallly that some of the things she does do....isn’t the best. But rules don’t apply to Tsavorite. He learned that one early on. 

He is more akin to a butler and handmaiden for Tsavorite, picking out outfits, getting them clean, making appointments, doing Tsavorites hair, he even bathes her as if she was a genuine princess that gets pampered. Though Berenice was the one to point out that was a bit ‘odd’ before Tsavorite hushed her and told her she could do it if she found it so ‘odd’ which had Berenice not saying another word on the matter. 

Viridian is slightly jealous of the fact Berenice seems to be the favorite, though he does sometimes wonder if it’s actual favoritism considering Berenice does get called ‘Little Kitten’ and petted often as if she was an actual pet and more closely scrutinized by Tsavorite if shes not groomed to the usual expectation and wearing what she told her to. Though he often shrugs this thought off to the back of his mind. After all he was Tsavorites doll first before Berenice came into the picture. Tsavorite cares about those close to her, even if she shows it in...odd ways. He’s sure of it. 

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Tsavorite Diona Proserpine Species: Human ( ? ) has some fae blood in her Inspired by: The Emerald City Height: 6′ 6″ Favorite Food: Green Apple slices with Caramel  Hated Food: Tapioca Pudding Year: 2nd Age: 19 Class: 2-E Best Subject: Magic Practice Club: Gargoyle research facility  Fun Fact: Doesn’t yet know how to genuinely interact with people on a personable level, even those closest to her don’t get the full her and her emotions she keeps locked tight. Kind of considers those closest to her more like pets or toys with appreciation but it feels there’s not actual thought of them as their own free willed people. She needs to work on this.  Unique Magic: Emerald Spires Creating dazzling green stone columns and working more and more each day to forming them into other shapes and see how far she can stretch them. She has successfully been able to make walls which, if you think about it, is just a horizontal column...kind of. 

Tsavorite Proserpine. A name that strikes fear into those of the Emerald Plains. Those who are smart enough to know who really runs the capital. Coming from a long family who’s said to even started the capital base of the Emerald Plains. Born with a Silver spoon in her mouth and treated more like royalty than just simply someone rich due to the power of both financials and magic prowess her and her family possesses. What Tsavorite wants, Tsavorite gets. 

She knows money and power get you everything and connections are how you strengthen keeping your station. She very much lives by the ‘Keep your enemies close’ rule but it should be no shock that Berenice and Viridian are the closest to her. While it may seem that she treats them as lackeys, those who actually have seen Tsavorite interacting with general working class staff and those who she’s not close to that Viridian and Berenice are obviously more favored by her with more ‘niceties’ given to them. 

Viridian is the one trusted fully to handle her appointments, her outfits, keeping everything organized and in place. He’s trusted enough that she knows he could never do anything of his free volition that would come at her. If something caused him to turn on her, she would no doubt know it was a fake or a spell that caused something like that to change 

Berenice she finds simply adorable, such a predator, such a beauty, Berenice has a lot of physical power but she’s just such a lap cat, its where she should be is what Tsavorite thinks of her. A powerful girl by her side, dressed looking cute how she likes. She thinks the meekness she can have is cute but finds her unique magic the most interesting aspect of her. Such contradictions in Berenice. It’s fun. She doesn’t fully trust Berenice though. Not yet. Not on Viridians level.

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Berenice Kelly Lemongrass Species: Lion beast folk Inspired by: The cowardly lion Height: 5′10″ Favorite Food: Seared Ahi Tuna Hated Food: granola bars Year: 2nd Age: 19 Class: 2-B  Best Subject: Flying skills Club: Basketball Fun Fact: doesn’t originally hail from The Emerald Plains, her family moved there when she was 12  Unique Magic: Trapped Her magic inflicts psychological damage trapping people in their minds for a short period of time with fears and horrible memories coming back to eat at them. Rarely used longer than a few minutes, if used longer the victim will pass out, if used too long...they might not be the same person they were at the start. But she hasn’t used it that long and doesn’t know what might happen. 

The supposed Bodyguard of Lady Tsavorite and while she is strong she’s just...not cut out for being that intimidating or strong willed. Often more easily curling in on herself and doing whats told of her. Lady Tsavorite personally decided she’d be her ‘bodyguard’ even if her magic is more impressive than Berenice’s and can go on much longer using it than Berenice as well. Berenice does have genuine power and strength and does her best to keep it up. 

Lady Tsavorite typically calls Berenice pet names, but immediately shuts down others who try saying any pet name to Berenice. Her favorite to use is usually “Little Kitten”. It was Lady Tsavorite who chose how she gets her hair down and expressed to her to wear those cute bows and make up as well and what Lady Tsavorite says, goes. 

Berenice thinks Viridian is the favorite, Lady Tsavorite doesn’t snap at him for his outfits or make up but then again...he’s never out of proper attire or looking ‘sloppy’ or ‘messy’ but also she wonders just how close two people can be. She’d consider them the closest people two can be platonically really that it’s almost admirable but she can’t feel at ease with Lady Tsavorites behaviors sometimes. While its nice having her head pat and ears scratched always needing to be dressed to her standards is kind of tiresome and does get her worried to being a rough around the edges as she can be sometimes as she likes to run and honestly she has a little bit of dramatic flair and has tried out for theatre. She’s quite good at getting into dramatic proses. 

[ptolomeia]

Will Every Day Be the Same

Rating: T

Ship: Roman/Janus

Word count: 2964

Link on AO3

Summary: Roman is stuck as Janus's best man at Janus's wedding to another man. Has, in fact, been stuck at Janus's wedding to another man for the past 380 days. Maybe confessing his unrequited feelings, letting Janus knowingly break his heart and accept the pain he deserves for not being a good enough friend is what Roman needs to do to be able to move on.

Fortunately for him, the universe has other plans.

Or, in which the universe decided these two idiots are going to get together is it has to reorder space and time 380 times to make it happen.

Roman leaned against the stone railing of the balcony that stretched across the west side of the venue Janus had chosen for his wedding and watched the sun set. The sky was aflame in pinks and purples as the sun made it’s way slowly beneath the horizon. It was the perfect sunset, just has it had been the perfect sunset the last 380 times he’d watched it.

The perfect sunset, the perfect venue, the perfect decorations—yes, everything about this wedding was perfect—except the man Janus had agreed to marry. Oh, the Asshole might be excellent on paper—good salary, doing well in his field, high grades, objectively (no matter how little Roman wanted to be objective about that Ass) good looking, but Janus didn’t love him. In all the time they’d dated, been engaged, any of the 381 times Roman had lived out this day, Roman had never seen the Asshole make Janus laugh his real laugh, or show any sign that he knew that underneath Janus’s sharp and witty exterior was an actual person—

Roman cut off that train of thought. It never ended well. Mostly, in fact, it ended with Roman punching the Asshole in his smug face. Or egging Virgil to do it instead, as he had the first time, because he’d promised when Janus had asked Roman to be his best man—‘you I can trust not to deck my fiance’—and Roman was honour bound to not give into his baser, if extremely tempting, instincts. Or slipping some very powerful laxatives—and why Remus had brought those to a wedding, he really didn't want to know—into the Asshole's drink. Or—

There were at least another 200 'or’s on that list, and none of them had made the slightest difference. Even on the days when he had been good. When he’d honoured his promise to Janus to not start anything in both letter and spirit, someone (mostly Virgil) did something that made the whole thing end in tears anyway and Roman woke up this morning again, to have to attend Janus’s wedding to that Asshole.

The sun slipped further below the horizon and the sky above him drifted darker.

Roman didn’t think he’d ever be able to think of the man by his name instead of the nickname Virgil and he had decided on after Janus had introduced them to his boyfriend for the first time.

His boyfriend.

That’s what it came down to, wasn’t it? Even if there weren’t all of his entirely valid critiques of the man Janus had chosen, the heart of the problem was that it wasn’t Roman Janus chose.

Roman was in love with his best friend, and the universe was punishing him for it. Either punishing him for loving Janus at all, or for not loving him enough. Not enough to step back and respect Janus’s choice. Not enough to actually do the job Janus had asked him to on his big day. It should have been an honour, to be given such a task. But Roman had failed it and now he was paying the price.

His throat burned and he wished he had some alcohol to wash the pain away, but he hadn’t ruined this iteration yet, and he wasn’t about to shoot himself in the foot now.

And who knew? Maybe accepting he deserved this pain was what he needed to do to move on. Maybe if he stopped fighting it, just let his heart shatter into a hundred thousand pieces and did the work anyway, maybe then he would be allowed to move on. Or maybe he had to accept moving on wasn’t in the cards for him and that he would go through this day—through watching the man he loved marry someone who didn’t love him—would be all he’d ever know for the rest of time.

Could he accept that? Could anyone make peace with that kind of pain? Did he even have a choice in this at all. He’d already gone through this day for over a year, how many more could he take before he broke down completely?

“There you are!” called out a voice from behind him. The corners of Roman’s lips turned up. From the day Roman had first heard it, it had never failed to stir butterflies in his stomach or set his heart racing, even if now it raced to the breaking point.

“Is it time for the ceremony already?” Roman asked, as if he didn’t know exactly how much of the sun disappeared before it was time. He still had half an hour or so left, before he had to smile as Janus smiled his Public Smile at the Asshole, and they exchanged vows full of beauty and empty of sincerity.

“Roman?” Janus asked, and Roman heard more genuine emotion in his name than Janus would have for the rest of the evening—at least until the Yelling at Roman for Ruining His Wedding started. That portion of the evening was always full of genuine emotions. “Roman… is something wrong?”

Roman let out a soft laugh. He wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong this time, but it seemed he’d manage to mess up iteration 381 as well, if Janus was worried instead of enjoying himself. No point in fighting again until the next this morning then.

“Yes,” He admitted, keeping his eyes on the Sunset and refusing to turn to see Janus dressed so perfectly—every piece of his outfit carefully selected and perfectly in place; so beautiful it could break Roman’s heart even without everything else.

“What is it?” Janus asked, a strange gentleness in his voice despite the stress from the wedding. Or was it strange? After all, they hadn’t reached the part where Janus hated him yet.

And anyway, how was Roman supposed to answer that question? I’m stuck in an infinite time loop and in the past 380 versions of this day, I’ve been arrested, beaten, disgustingly drunk, and worst, worse than all of those combined, watched you marry someone not worthy of polishing your shoes three hundred and eighty times?

Fuck it. He’d already ruined this iteration, he might as well say it. Just once. Once when it wouldn’t make a difference anyway. Maybe that was what he needed to be able to move on.

“What’s wrong,” he said, feeling the strange lightness honesty brought, “is that I’m in love with you, and I can’t stand to watch you marry that man—a man who’s never once made your eyes sparkle the way they do when even you can’t hide how happy or amused you are—again. You deserve so much better than him, Janus. You deserve someone who understands and appreciates your brilliance and wit, yes, but also someone who loves the soft parts of you you try so hard to hide with that facade of yours any time something hits too close to home. You deserve someone who wants to see you happy more than anything else in this world, which means you also deserve better than me. Because no matter how hard I try, I can’t stand back and respect the choice you made. I’m too self involved. Why else would I be out here, confessing my feelings when I should be in there, helping soothe your nerves and practicing my best man speech. I’m sorry for telling you this—I know you hate me for it—I’m sorry I’m not a better man, but just this once, when it won’t matter in the morning, I needed to tell you I love you. More than anyone I’ve ever loved on this earth. And I’m sorry it’s not good enough.”

“Roman,” Janus said, and Roman refused to look at him, refused to see the anger that he new would be blooming across Janus’s face. “Roman, look at me.”

He’d just confessed his feelings to his best friend 25 minutes before that friend’s wedding. He deserved what was about to come. He forced himself to turn to face Janus’s unreadable, searching expression.

“You’re in love with me?” Janus asked, voice full of what emotions Roman couldn’t discern.

“Yes,” Roman said, closing his eyes—unable to handle the pain he knew he deserved. “I’m sor—“

“Good,” Janus said, before grabbing Roman’s collar and yanking him forward.

Roman’s eyes flew open as Janus’s lips met his.

His brain simply froze and desperately tried to process for exactly one second before his body went ‘fuck it’, wrapped Janus in his arms and pulled him close. Even—no, especially if this would all disappear in the morning, he was going to hold onto it for all it was worth. Eventually—Far too soon—Janus pulled back just enough to speak.

“Ahh,” he breathed, “I have wanted to do that for a very, very long time.”

Roman blinked once. Twice. And then his brain finally caught up with the words Janus had just said.

“Then why didn’t you?!” he demanded, thinking of all the pain that could have been avoided if Janus had. For example, Roman wouldn’t be stuck in a repeating loop of Janus marrying someone else for the rest of eternity.

Janus raised an eyebrow. “When we first met, you were head over heels in love with some other man—Jake? Jonathan?—Whatever his name was, it was clear you had eyes for no one else. I try not to pick fights I know I can’t win, Roman, and you were in love with him.” In hindsight, Roman thought, perhaps pretending to be madly in love with a man who, if he kept things vague enough, he could hide was actually his 42 year old, happily married co-worker, was not the best way to handle wanting to hide his crush on Janus. A crush that had grown into so much more. “Alex… well, he may not have been my first choice, but you do have to admit, he’s very good on paper.”

“He’s an asshole and you don’t love him.”

“I didn’t think I could have the man I did,” Janus replied. “And you? Why did you wait until half an hour before my wedding to tell me this?”

For the sake of not ruining this precious, fragile, unbelievable moment, Roman did not explain that he’d actually waited more than 9000 hours after the first time Janus had gotten married.

“Because the man I love was with someone else, and I am a man of honour.”

“What, and that doesn’t apply now?” Janus asked, eyebrow raised.

No, of course it did, but after 380 times—

“Sometimes, the truth is more important.”

A look passed across Janus’s face too fast for Roman to identify before his expression firmed, and he took a step back.

“Alright, that’s it,” Janus said, grabbing Roman’s arm, turning on his heel and marching off toward the parking lot.

“Janus?” Roman asked, not quite believing his luck.

“You have your keys on you? Good, give them to me. All my things are still inside—Text Logan to gather them and we’ll tell him where to bring them tomorrow. Oh, that reminds me. Text Virgil the wedding’s off and I’m delegating him to deal with it. He’s only been badgering me to do it since I first mentioned Alex brought up marriage. This can be how he pays me back for finally doing what he wanted me to.”

“Where to bring them— The wedding’s off—Janus, where are we going?”

“A hotel, probably. The masses know where the two of us live and I’m not wasting tonight answering questions now that I finally have you.”

If the loop weren’t hours from restarting, if this wasn’t the only chance Roman might ever have to be with Janus, he’d want to slow down, want Janus to end things properly with the Assho—with Alex. Want to start things right. But none of those were true, and if this was the only time in all eternity that Roman got to be with the man he loved, he was going to treasure every second of it.

Smiling, Roman reached into his pocket, pulled out his car keys, and handed them over.

Janus took them, stole one more kiss, before they both slipped into Roman’s car and drove away from Janus’s wedding without another word.

Janus found them a hotel as Roman sent the texts and turned off his phone. After all, it wasn’t like there would be any fall out from this in the morning.

They checked in, found their room, found each other, talked like they’d used to, before Janus’s life had been taken over with planning the wedding. They made love, grabbed cheap Thai take out, and ate it in their expensive suits as they talked even more, before making love again.

Finally, the early hours of the morning found them lying in bed together, Janus curled up into Roman’s chest, dozing off as Roman played with his hair. Roman tried to fight off the sleep he knew was coming—tried to treasure every last ounce of happiness he could take from this beautiful, impossible, perfect moment. He knew when he woke up, it would be today again, and who knew if he’d ever find his way back here, with Janus again. Even if he tried to do everything the same, he was the one thing that couldn’t help but changing how the day played out, even if, until today, he hadn’t been able to change the ending. All he knew was that this was the only time he knew he’d get to have Janus, because right now, he did. He’d never have thought that being caught in a time loop would make him aware of just how little time he had, but when all you have is hours in the face of eternity, you value each second for everything it’s worth.

Maybe every day for the rest of time would be the same, but this one day had been different. It would have to be enough.

“I love you,” Roman whispered one more time, while he still could.

“Mmmm,” was all Janus managed to reply.

Smiling softly, Roman tucked this moment away with all the others, and let himself drift off to sleep, finally ready to face today again.

So he was understandably surprised when he woke up at 7:16 the next morning, still in a hotel room, still with the man he loved curled up close. Roman blinked, incapable of processing the first new thing he’d seen upon waking for 381 days. His brain simply refused to work.

Until all of a sudden it did and his hand was scrambling for his phone, desperately turning it back on. He ignored the hundreds of missed messages and calls and stared desperately, unbelievingly, at the date. April 14th. It was tomorrow.

It was TOMORROW!

His eyes flicked down to the missed messages—including a few from Remus with increasingly imaginatively explicit use of emojis—and calls and—

Oh God.

If today was tomorrow then yesterday was real.

Roman and Janus had just walked away from Janus’s wedding with nothing but two text messages and now they were going to have to deal with it.

Oh, this was more than bad. He needed to pace, to move, to try to process the enormity of what they’d done.

Carefully, making sure not to wake Janus, Roman slipped from the bed so he could pace. Yet once he was upright, he couldn’t find it in himself to do so.

He should be panicked. He knew he should be panicked. There was no way this was going to be anything close to easy or simple but… but at least in theory, they’d only have to do it once. And for the first time in 381 days, he wouldn’t have to do it alone.

He looked down at Janus, still curled up in the bed. His hair was tousled and drool leaked from the corner of his mouth. Roman couldn’t help smiling. He wanted to get back into bed and hold Janus for all he was worth until Janus woke up and they could then eat breakfast as they talked about how they wanted to handle the mess they’d left behind, but first—

Roman had spent 381 days watching the same day pass him by, had watched the same perfect sunset 381 times. Before he went back to Janus, there was something he needed to see. He padded silently over to the window and, angling himself so that no light would fall across Janus and wake him, pulled open the curtains just enough to see outside.

It was a lucky chance, that their hotel had east facing windows.

Outside, the sun was struggling to fight through heavy cloud cover that promised curtains of rain later. There was nothing particularly note worthy about this sunrise—there weren’t really even any colours to speak of.

It was the most beautiful thing Roman had ever seen.

“Roman?” asked a sleep roughened voice behind him. Roman let the curtain fall closed and turned to see Janus, rubbing the sleep from his eyes despite Romans’ best efforts. “Roman, what are you doing? It isn’t even 8 AM and we definitely need more sleep before we tackle whatever’s waiting for us there.” He gestured to Roman’s phone and, thinking of some of the more inventive threats he’d see in the notifications from Virgil, Roman couldn’t help but agree. “Come back to bed, love.”

Love.

“Of course,” Roman said, walking back over and sliding under the covers to hold Janus close again.

At Janus’s smug, happy, sleepy smile up at him, Roman had to correct his earlier thought.

The first new sunrise in 381 days was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, but one.