#I wish there was just like… an online class or something that I wouldn’t have to pay my ass out for

[science-lings]

I wanna be able to know about queer history and different cultural views of queerness partially because I just really wanna know it and partially bc I think it would make fiction set in historical settings more interesting. I also think it would be cool to incorporate real past queer culture in writing without having to include the Horrors (homophobia, transphobia, etc).

[kokoa-la]

Ngl I just find it so funny if Danny just accidentally becomes friends with someone trying to rob him like-

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“Get up!”

And he was up, hands above his head and everything. The guy in all black proceeded to pat him down along his pockets while pointing a gun at him otherwise. 

“How do you not have a wallet on you?”

“I’m a college student, I can barely afford tuition.”

That’s a lie, he was on a full ride scholarship, but they didn’t need to know that. 

“Oh you too?”

Did this bitch just say ‘you too’ ? No way.

“‘You too?’ Are you doing this to pay for college???”

Ancients, the school system sucked if he had to resort to crime for this.

“Yeah- you wouldn’t believe how expensive my major is, the textbooks alone cost more than my rent!”

“Holy shit, no kidding. Yeah, why are textbooks so expensive? Why am I paying hundreds of dollars for something that could have been a 2 dollar pdf?”

“Right! I tried asking my professor instead, but he said he’d fail me if I didn’t have the right materials! It’s driving me nuts. Like how am I supposed to pay for all this?”

How Dannt started making conversation with his own robber, he didn’t know, but he was happy to finally complain with someone. He hadn’t exactly made friends since he got here.

“Personally I buy used books, and the more trashed they are, the cheaper. Then, you can just use the pdf version but still have the textbook in class. It’s honestly so much easier. Or you can see if you can borrow it from the library and just bring it in for the classes he checks it, then return it after to avoid the fees. That option is a bit more troublesome though.”

“Oh shit, no way! That’s awesome, I never thought of that, thanks man! Man, I wish I talked to you sooner.” 

“Yeah, it’s all good, maybe just avoid the crime after this? There’s tons of online jobs you can do during class and stuff. I don’t know, there’s always another option than crime. You sound like a good guy, just desperate.”

The robber turned friend (?) lowered his gun and sighed before returning the items in the bag to everyone. He then apologized to the cashier and then to everyone else before giving Danny a hug (how long had it been since he’d gotten one of those?) and leaving. Danny was so proud of him he almost cried (again). 

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I know it's a bit weird and out of place, but that's bcs its a snippet from a fic I'm writing on ao3 😭

But still, I need more of Danny befriending ppl trying to jump/rob him

[temis-de-leon]

Shy gn!reader confesses to the Demon Brothers

Characters: Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo and Beel (x reader, separately)

Main Masterlist

Part 1 , Part 3 , Dateables version

Anon request: Could I request headcanons for Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub, react to shy gn crush confessing to him nervously?

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A/N: life became hard for 4 full days and writer's block hit me with the power of a thousand suns. Then I went to therapy and I immediately started writing. Here it is, folks, 1899 words.

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Mammon

There’s no doubt that Mammon loves to have fun. Either counting money at casinos or wildly drinking and dancing at various clubs, the sight of him with the occasional fling by his side is not a strange one for the demon folk.

He doesn’t look for it; it’s not like he needs to, anyway. After all, who wouldn’t like to be with The Great Mammon? He’s a catch!

But no, it isn’t something he needs to feel good. His heart beats for one thing and one thing only: money. Gold sparkling on his fingers and coins filling his pockets, what else is there to live for?

His brothers would never understand him. When Beel empties the kitchen it’s cute, but when he steals Levi’s figurines, Asmo’s jewellery and Lucifer’s wallet suddenly it’s a problem.

And what’s his punishment? Taking care of a dumb, weak, boring human.

You better leave him alone, MC! He’s a very important demon and he has very important things to do! Don’t you listen to what his brothers say about him! Listen only to him!

Also, pay him attention and ignore the others! He’s so much better, you know? Can’t you see by now? He wishes you did and he isn’t sure how he feels about it.

The pang in his chest, his reddened cheeks and his avoidant gaze aren’t things he’s used to, but they become the norm once he spends more time with you.

Enduring his brothers’ jokes and taunts is humiliating and he perfectly knows he would act the same if he wasn’t the one involved, but damn MC, why do you have to be the way you are? Why are you so easy to fall in love with?

You have to feel the same, right? With your stammering and your bashfulness, you have to feel the same.

Mammon thanks his Father when you invite him to your room out of the blue and blurt out your feelings. The situation is ridiculous, he’s sweating buckets and your hands won’t stop shaking.

He tries to confess back without directly saying he loves you.

Key word ‘tries’.

Leviathan

Love is not for him, or rather, he’s not made for love.

That’s just who he is. A shut-in who finds companionship in fiction, in the idealization of friendship, romance and loyalty. His expectations are set way to high, near long opening titles and uninterrupted rambles, and he doesn’t expect people to reach them. Is he even worth the effort?

He has internet friends who he met through online gaming and forums and he cherishes them very much, but it makes him feel lonely and insecure sometimes. What type of life do they have when they’re not gaming or role playing or just talking on video calls with him? Do they act like plain old normies, taking their partners out on dates or having lunch with their classmates after class?

He prefers not to think about it.

Your arrival to the Devildom doesn’t change his life at all. He’s curious, sure, but what are the chances of you sharing his interests? Also, you quickly become friends with Mammon, which says enough about yourself.

At least, that’s what he thinks at the beginning. Time passes, as well as the TSL quiz, and he immediately realizes that you’re not who he thought you were.

There’s no judgement in your eyes whenever he rants about the latest piece of media he has consumed, instead filled with curiosity and fascination; and not only you’re the sole person in the house that doesn’t make fun of him, but you also defend him against his brothers.

His romantic feelings for you grow strong and fast, but your friendship is what’s most important for him.

You’re so, so much better than what he initially thought, even when you remind him of himself sometimes.

The glint in your bashful gaze, the doubt in your words in search of the right ones and the everlasting fidgeting with your fingers. You are the perfect romantic interest from the perfect otome game and he can’t believe how lucky he is to be the main character.

When you finally confess to him under the comfort of the blue lights of his aquarium, you’re barely able to finish your sentences while looking at him, which in reality is a blessing, because he can’t bring himself to look at you either when he confesses back.

It’s awkward, but sweet. Kind of like him.

Satan

Romance is for him what a painting is to the viewer. A novel to the reader.

He understands the significance, the words, the colours. What the creator wants to portray and what the consumer interprets. Narrative rules, the significance of flowers, metaphors, history… All of that mixed with the abstract of the mind.

He understands.

He just doesn’t feel it. Not at its full potential, at least.

There had been partners in his life, years ago, and he knows he’d loved them, but he wasn’t in love with them. Whatever line kept him from going forward with his feelings is what made him stop trying alone.

Books and cats and the Anti Lucifer League are enough for him to be occupied. They also make him happy, so his views on romantic love are easily set aside.

He doesn’t think much of you at the beginning, mainly because he doesn’t expect you to last very long, but you quickly show an amount of potential he’s ready to exploit.

Diavolo dreams of unifying the three realms and Lucifer would do anything to not spoil those plans, so what better way to annoy his brother than through you?

It’s selfish and reckless and of course his eagerness screws the whole thing up, but it ultimately helps him realize he shouldn’t have underestimated you.

You are kind, brave and smart. You see him beyond his wrath and his academic knowledge, remembering him even in the smallest of details that surround you. It was such care and affection that made his feelings grow.

For the first time in his very long life he starts to relate to the characters in his books, his heartbeat increasing when the scenarios feel too familiar or when the dialogues replicate exactly what he yearns to say to you.

It’s thanks to his novels that he recognizes your feelings. The shy and endearing romantic interest quietly approaching the main lead, confession learnt by memory.

His first reaction is to be surprised. He doesn’t expect something like this to happen to him, let alone you being the one to reciprocate his feelings. How much luckier could he be?

Asmodeus

What better love exists than the one he feels for himself? He’s beautiful, charming, adorable, addictive and every other compliment in the book. He can’t get enough of them!

He’s obsessed with the idea of being surrounded by people, by their affections and their devotions, touching him, looking at him, singing him praises. Unfortunately for everyone else, his narcissistic tendencies only grow when those that fall under his charm feed into his “delusions”.

That’s how Mammon calls it, at least.

At the time of receiving, he doesn’t distinguish between romantic love and sexual attraction, although it’s more difficult for him to reciprocate the first one.

Deep down, hidden amongst his insecurities, Asmo believes no one would love him for his truest self. That’s why he insists on looking perfect at all times, following a strict sleep schedule and a well-balanced diet, going out to remain in everyone’s minds; always a trending topic, a sensation.

If his outstanding physique and impeccable personality aren’t enough for you to know he’s the best amongst his brothers, then his charm would do the work.

But it doesn’t.

When he purposefully makes eye contact there’s no sign of you falling for his magic and, suddenly, he finds himself at a loss of words.

He doesn’t panic too much, given that he is still a beautiful and powerful demon that could devour you in a second, but knowing that there’s no barrier between the two of you to protect his vulnerability gives him an unpleasant feeling of exposure.

Surprisingly enough, it’s also your resistance to his powers what centers his attention on you. You’re one of the very few people that knows him as he is, even with the ugly parts, and it doesn’t take too long for his affections to become obvious and somewhat desperate.

Asmo is elated when your behaviour around him changes. He recognizes the pattern, since he’s seen it many times in his fans, and he can’t believe that someone who’s seen him at his worst still considers him as beautiful as those who have only seen what he wanted to show.

Although you don’t really need to confess, due to him immediately wanting to be with you, hearing your feelings spoken out loud sends his heart into a frenzy rhythm.

The attention fuels his ego, sure, but it’s the veracity of your words what makes him want to cry out of happiness.

Beelzebub

He’s not really interested in relationships. There is a fling here or there, sure, he still has other type of urges, but he hardly thinks about it.

The feeling of emptiness follows him around like a metal ball and chain and the only consumption that can give him relief, even if temporarily, comes only in the form of food.  

He’s often seen as emotionless or famished and, although he knows he’s popular amongst many students, his height and muscles make him look too intimidating to engage further than necessary.

It isn’t something that bothers him at all. His love goes straight to his family and there’s nothing food can’t fix.

However, when he is told Belphie is the demon chosen for the student exchange program, the hole inside of him grows deeper and deeper. His urges go on a rampage and Lucifer has to give him a pep talk to drill into his brain how important it is that you are to remain uneaten.

It’s not like he’s very interested in you anyways, so leaving you alone doesn’t feel like a draining task.

Of course that changes when you physically put yourself between him and Lucifer. A stupid, idiotic, reckless decision that serves to prove how brave you are.

Your friendship quickly blossoms after that and, unlike many other people, you start seeing him beyond his hunger. That makes him cherish you even further, but it’s your dedication to helping his family what sparks a romantic interest in you.

Since he’s not that experienced in that regard, it feels a little intimidating, but you make it seem easy and effortless. The both of you are equally shy in your affections and there’s a mutual unsaid understanding that helps you build the base of a relationship, so the confession isn’t really necessary.

Still, hearing you say the words makes his heart flutter.

His response is short and blunt, but sweet in nature. He is blushing the whole time, not breaking eye contact with you, and for the first time in many years, he feels completely satisfied.

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Tagged: @darkflowerav

[stonedficz]

✰ star shaped ✰

ch. 1 ❛ talk about being roux ❜

schlatt x streamer!reader

ch. 2 / ch. 3 / ch. 4

A/n: this is it. title is a pun. ENJOYYYYY‼️‼️‼️‼️

Most of my publishes will include music. Music is a HUGE part of writing for me, as it helps me set the tone for my work. If able, please listen as you read!

you were a whore for him. parasocially, of course.

Spending the past 4 years of your life obsessing over someone online was the most entertainment you could find besides trying to pass your college classes.

You had been a fan for years - literally, since 2020. You weren't there for the start of Schlatt's career, but by God, you wish you could've been. He gave you some inspiration to livestream/vlog stream just for fun. You had seen almost every video as soon as it released, every live, everything. Now, you just wanted to be like the big angry guy you watched videos of on your laptop, but better.

Maybe it was your college aspirations, the lack of support from your family, or something else - no matter what it was, you were here. 5 followers on twitch in.

Despite the lack of viewers, you continued streaming happily. You were meal prepping for the next week of work and school to try and save money. It just so happened to be a good content idea as well.

"So, if you look here," you patiently looked and pointed down at your frying pan, showing the camera and 3 viewers your pov. "- the roux is starting to burn. I'm gonna have to take it off the heat and try to add some more milk to fix the flavor. I don't have any more garlic powder so I can't remake it unfortunately." you frowned as you set the pan on a different eye, gently adding more milk. Your eyes flickered down to the chat on your phone.

"whats a roux"

A heavy sigh left your mouth, you had been at this for 2 hours. Streaming, that is. Now you didn't have the patience to answer questions. Then you saw a notification.

BigGuy is live now! Streaming: fixing my minecraft house

"Alright my friends, I think it's time for me to go." you smiled at the camera and waved. "The roux needs my whole attention, so I'll see you 3 later!" God, you were a terrible liar. You hit end stream pretty abruptly, immediately clicking on the notification.

"Hey guys, thanks for joining in," Schlatt breathed as he sat in his chair, turning side to side. He just looked at his screen blankly for a few minutes, occasionally making comments. TTS hadn't started yet but you were anxious to get your message in first. Anything to get his attention.

"Remember, TTS starts at 25 you broke bitches. I don't wanna hear about it being too expensive. Postcards are 50! Let's see what's in the mailbo-" He was cut off by the normal loud TTS voice.

"hi handsome! good to see you on again! I finished up my stream right when you started. have a good time <3 - cookkizkill" you typed in at light speed. Somehow, someway, the past 5 streams you had made it in as the first TTS donation. Pure luck.

"Oh God, not you again you little fuck. How do you manage to get the FIRST TTS in every damn time??? Competitive ass bitch. But thank you anyways.” he yelled and laughed, opening up his mailbox in the game. It didn't matter that he made fun of you - that was his persona, it didn't mean much. All you cared about was being seen. God, you were obsessed.

It went further than this. You GENUINELY were interested in Schlatt - you didn't even know his name. You were the obsessive, love-at-first-sight type. You still thought about a sweet boy from a coffee shop when you were in your junior year. Once you liked something, you had to have it. Unfortunately, millions of other people felt the same. Yuck. So.. now it was this. You sent donos, dm’ed him, everything you could to kindly, gently, and hopefully get him to put you on his channel. That was the boost you needed. Socially, and egotistically.

The dream: meet schlatt. Didn’t matter if it was in New York, at a meet n greet he would never do, or for media.

You knew you wouldn’t make it big enough to quit your job - you didn’t want to, you just wanted to be able to show the internet your life. You wanted others to find community.

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You continued to watch the stream, he was playing Minecraft, drinking, the usual. Messages were flooding in. Soon enough though, it was 10 pm, and he was about done.

-POV: Schlatt. 7:03 pm-

“Ahh fuck,” he sighed, sipping on a glass of whiskey. “What’s up fuckers? Welcome to the stream, welcome,” he nodded and chuckled as he watched the people and chats flood in. “Remember, TTS starts at 25 you broke bitches. I don't wanna hear about it being too expensive. Postcards are 50! Let's see what's in the mailbo-“ he was cut off by the first TTS donation. It was the same person from the past few streams. Somehow, they managed ro get first dono more than twice in a row. “Lucky fuck.” He muttered under his breath.

“hi handsome! good to see you on again! I finished up my stream right when you started. have a good time <3 - cookkizkill"

"Oh God, not you again you little fuck. How do you manage to get the FIRST TTS in every damn time??? Competitive ass bitch. But thank you anyways.” He yelled and chuckled - rubbing the thin beard on his chin and his mutton chops for comedic effect. He knew a lot of people wanted him, lusted over him, loved him - but he couldn’t help but smile when people gave him a normal compliment. It felt good to be talked to like normal. Normal normal normal. He knew he wasn’t that, but it didn’t matter, being a star always had it’s perks.

“Alright, guys, lets get in. Fuck all of you shaming my house. FUCK YOU.” He yelled, furrowing his brows in faux anger.

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3 hours had passed. Schlatt ended up building a new house, opening letters, and getting spammed with donations. God, that felt good. ‘Money, money, money, bitch.’ He thought to himself.

“Alright guys,” he let his tongue swirl in his jaw. “I’m fucking plastered. I’m done for tonight. Hope you enjoyed!” His cheeky smile flooded thousands of screens as he ended the live.

“Motherfucker.. jambo, i’m so fucking tired.” He complained, letting Jambo jump into his lap. His hands grazed over his fur as he headbutted schlatt. He yawned, sipping the last of his glass of whiskey. Jambo jumped down, awaiting their bedtime routine. “Moowwww!” Schlatt looked down at him.

“Alright, alright. I’m not feeding you again though.” Schlatt shut out all the lights in his office, slowly making his way into his bedroom, then his bathroom. He got onto insta when he was done getting ready for bed.

“Shiit, that’s a nice ass car.” He muttered to himself, scrolling. His thumbs grazed the screen hesitantly.

“I wonder..”

Every now and then, he would look at his message requests to see the ridiculous things people sent him. Family photos, death threats, achievements, etc. Every week though, there was the same username. “cookkizkill” managed to catch his eye. She never harassed him. Belittled him. Judged. Spammed. Begged. Nothing. She was overly normal in how she messaged him - and by God, she did it everywhere. Though, no matter what she sent, she said thank you, and wished him the best. Odd. Peculiar. Weird.

“Hmph.” His brows furrowed. He was intrigued. He looked at her messages frequently, never replying. If he replied to one, everyone would expect him to.

He opened the chat request.

cookkizkill

hi handsome! i finally hit 5 twitch followers. yesterday i hit 200 subs on yt. thank you for being a great influence!! i know i wont be huge, but I’m thankful i get a chance to share my life with people. thank you for your stream today! i hope to be on one with you sometime <3

5 minutes ago

[accept request?]

Click.

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[str4wbberri]

let’s clear the air!

i didn’t want to make a post about this because, honestly, it feels like pointless drama to me. however, since it seems that filthy feels it’s necessary to repeatedly discuss me publicly and make accusations about me in her discord server, i feel it's important to clear the air. i really want to move on from this and put everything behind us.

you’ve mentioned before that you don’t like drama and that you’re too old for it, but it’s strange to me that if that were the case, you wouldn’t still be making posts about me, talking about me for hours in your server, or making accusations that aren’t true. if you truly feel you're "too old for this," it seems like this behavior wouldn’t be happening at all, right?

i haven’t spoken to you since september, when we were on good terms until you got upset over a misunderstanding regarding my patreon and cc. you accused me of permanently paywalling others’ content, which i’ve never done. you’ve never been a subscriber of mine, so i’m not sure where these ideas are coming from. even when people in my discord server — including my subscribers — explained that these claims weren’t true, you continued spreading the same accusations. this left me confused and frustrated.

to clarify: i’ve never made any public posts attacking you. the only posts i made were about the horrible, abusive messages and death threats i’ve received back in september, which have only continued to today. now, i’m being flooded with messages of people telling me to end my life, calling me a parasite, and telling me to disappear. i can’t help but wonder if you’re satisfied with the impact this is having on me. it’s painful, and it’s not something anyone should have to go through and i don’t wish this on anyone.

i don’t understand why you feel the need to send your friends to continue this campaign of hate. i don’t know you well at all; you were in my discord for a brief time, and from what i’ve seen, it feels like you’ve held a personal vendetta against me for a long time. i just don’t get how anyone could act this way toward another person.

your friends are now making posts about me, people i don’t even know. and i really just want it all to stop. this has gone on long enough, and i don’t want to be a part of this anymore. i have kept screenshots of everything because i had a feeling this would resurface. i don’t mean to sound harsh, but based on how you’ve acted for the past five months, it seems like there might be some instability in your behavior.

i tried reaching out to you in the past to have a mature conversation, but instead, you chose to continue making posts about me. i understand respecting boundaries, so i’m asking that you respect mine: stop making posts about me, stop encouraging hate pages, and stop sending people to attack me. this isn’t fun or enjoyable for me — this is real, and it’s hurtful.

as for the claims you’ve made about me, i’ve already addressed them. i never permanently paywalled anyone’s cc. anyone can see that by visiting my patreon. i never copied anyone’s sim. never used another simmers base, the sim you’re speaking of, i have a youtube video of me creating it from scratch! yet you still are saying. no she did. she copied it. such weird behavior. i lowered the price of my class because some people told me it was too expensive, and i was happy to accommodate. there’s no issue here, yet you keep rehashing things that have already been resolved, while spreading lies that can be easily disproven. people have already sent you screenshots showing that what you’re claiming is simply not true.

what i’m concerned about isn’t the false claims, but the death threats, the hate, and the pages being created to attack me. this whole situation is incredibly draining. i just feel like there are better, more productive ways to spend our time than perpetuating lies and hate online. i almost feel like whatever issue you have with me could have been solved with a simple conversation, which i suggested back in september and asked you repeatedly why did you feel the need to speak about any issue with me publicly instead of just talking to me? you never answered. seems you’re doing the same thing now. just trying to cause drama.

that being said, i genuinely wish you and your friends the best. i hope you can find peace and let go of the anger you’re holding. life is too short for this kind of negativity. please stop with the hate and let’s move on.

[one-and-a-half-threat]

Dear Adam— A Short Story

(I can’t remember if I’ve posted this on my blog before! I might’ve posted it sometime last year— I’ve posted it in a community but not on here I’m pretty sure. So please enjoy :D)

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Dear Adam,

It’s been three days since we’ve learned you’ve gone missing.

Mom is blaming Dad for encouraging you to join the search party. She said something about how she saw stories that some of the people who go looking for people lost in the canyon get lost themselves, that it’s too risky and stuff. But you were looking for your best friend, and I think that’s honorable. I just wish the outcome was different.

I wish I could have gone with you, but Mom would have lost her mind. And I’m sorry I couldn’t keep your secret for very long, but if I hadn’t slipped up about where you were, she never would have called you, and we might’ve never realized that you’d lost your phone.

Nobody will tell me anything, they keep saying that I don’t need to be concerned with any of this because it’s an “adult matter”. I hate being patronized, it’s not like I’m a baby. I’m fourteen. And so, I’ve been forced to eavesdrop.

I did a little research online though– it was stupid of your friend to have wanted to go camping in that canyon anyway, with how common mudslides are over there, but I’m not reading anything on the news that says there was a mudslide recently.

I’m really just doing anything I can to put my mind at ease. A deepdive into the statistics on how common it is for missing people to get found, eavesdropping on conversations I’m not supposed to hear, writing letters to you in hopes that you’ll actually get to read them someday. Hannah invited me to stay at her house for a while, but I told her no. I can’t be distracted.

Tomorrow I plan on going to the community center where the search party was organized, and I’m hoping they’ll have some information. If they do, I’m hoping that they’ll actually tell me.

I’m not giving up on you. Please hang on.

With love, your sister,

- Charlie

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Dear Adam,

It’s been six days since we’ve learned you’ve gone missing.

The community center refused to tell me anything without a parent’s permission, so I guess I’m out of luck with that.

I heard Mom and Dad discussing what to do with me; I’ve been going to school, but I’m falling asleep in class and I guess some of my teachers called home. Dad suggested I go to Grandma’s house until Mom starts to feel sane.

Maybe I should go to Grandma’s house, at least over there I won’t have to deal with Mom. I feel bad talking about her like this… I know she lost her son, but I lost my brother. Doesn’t that mean anything? Maybe Grandma will make me feel better, I think she’d understand why I had to keep your secret from Mom. I feel like Mom’s mad at me for not telling her that you left. Any second now Mom and I will explode at each other, and then I’ll really have to get sent to Grandma’s house. I guess I’ll bide my time.

With love, your sister,

- Charlie

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Dear Adam,

It’s been ten days since we’ve learned you’ve gone missing.

Mom and Dad sent me to Grandma’s house. When she opened the door for me, she had ice cream waiting on the table.

Grandma tried to comfort me while I inhaled the ice cream. She said, “You know your parents are just doing what’s best for you.”

“What they think is best for me,” I muttered. Then I sighed. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I know you're stressed.”

“They won’t tell me anything. I know they don’t want me to stress, but I’m already stressed. I just want news– any news will be good news.” I glanced at her. “Will you tell me anything?”

Grandma hesitated, but I could tell she felt bad. “I’ll tell you that they found Adam’s friend.”

I almost jumped out of my seat. “Was he okay?!”

“Dehydrated and disoriented, but alive.” She fidgeted with the tablecloth. “I promised your mother that I wouldn’t give you any more news that might upset you, so I’ll leave it at that.”

“What? Wait–”

Grandma interrupted me. “I said that I’ll leave it at that, young lady.”

I felt defeated, but I was grateful that I had learned anything at all. I figure that I can get little bits of information out of her slowly, so that she doesn’t really suspect what she’s doing. The biggest downside behind not staying at home is that I can’t eavesdrop on Mom and Dad, but maybe that was their plan.

It’s good they found your friend… it kind of makes it so your efforts weren’t in vain. I heard from Hannah at school that another search party might be organized, but for you this time.

My teachers at school have begun to be nicer to me. My biology teacher let me drop a failed quiz, and my English teacher let me sleep in class. It feels weird being given special treatment, even if people are just trying to help me. I don’t like it. Hopefully it will be over soon, because they’ll find you. Someone will. I love you, and I’m not giving up on you.

With love, your sister,

- Charlie

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Dear Adam,

I’ve lost track of how long it’s been since you’ve been gone, I haven’t written in a few weeks. Time has started to blur.

Grandma’s been surprisingly tight-lipped while I’ve been here, so I haven’t been able to learn much. I don’t even have much to write about now, I just miss you a little more than usual today.

Actually, I know what I’ll do. I’ll put down a list of what I know so far about your case. My sources include spying on our parents, interrogating Grandma, and Hannah telling me what she’s heard from her older sister.

Your friend got high while out camping with his girlfriend, and wandered off in the middle of the night for miles. He fell down a ravine and was stuck for a week, but he was found by members of his search party. He hit his head and broke some bones and he was dehydrated, he’d been surviving off puddle water. He was in the hospital for a few days before they let him go home.

When you went to join his search party, some people said that they saw you straggle away from the group on the second day.

You told me not to tell Mom where you were because she doesn’t like your friend, and you told me to tell her that you were going to visit our cousins or something. I accidentally slipped up on the third day, Mom called you, you didn’t answer. We checked your location and realized you didn’t have your phone.

The cops think you ran away. When they told Mom that, apparently she kicked them out of the house.

I heard Grandma talking to Mom on the phone about possibly pulling me from school for a while. I can’t be pulled from school, Hannah’s the only one keeping me sane right now. At Grandma’s house I’ll be totally isolated.

I’m losing my mind.

I swear to God, if they pull me from school, I’ll run away. Then they’ll have two missing kids to worry about. I’ll find you myself, and we can go home together. Maybe then I’ll finally be treated like a person.

I’m not giving up on you, and I’m not giving up on myself.

With love, your sister,

- Charlie

~~~

Dear Adam,

The police found some of your hair stuck in a tree. When I learned that from Hannah, I just so happened to get pulled from school that afternoon.

I’m doing it. I’m sneaking out tonight. I know you’re out there.

I can’t write anymore, I have to get packing.

I’ll see you soon, and then we’ll both be okay.

With love, your sister,

- Charlie

Please be okay.

~~~

Dear Mom,

If you’re reading this, it means Grandma realized that she didn’t know where I was, and found an envelope on my bed.

It’s okay, I wasn’t kidnapped, I ran away. I’m going to find Adam. Please don’t try to find me, I’ll come home when I can bring Adam home too, and he can tell me everything that happened himself.

I’ve packed food and water and a first-aid kit, I have money, I have a whistle and a knife, I’ll be okay. No need to try and track my location, I left my phone on Grandma’s kitchen table.

I didn’t tell anybody where I’m going, so there’s no need to ask around. Or do, I don’t care. You don’t seem to care about my feelings anyway, why start now?

I will find my big brother and bring him home. Then you can ground me until I’m thirty, but at least Adam will be home with me.

I love you, Mama. Adam and I will see you soon.

With love, your daughter,

- Charlie

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Suna Rintarou x Reader Tags: GN!Reader, Fluff, Drabble

What's the best way to pass time that involves your crush?

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Today was supposedly a normal weekend day. A Saturday morning as you play online games with your classmates. This Saturday though was brimming with your teacher’s doze-inducing voice as she rambled about advanced chemical equations. Yet the atmosphere in the room was heavy. After all, Mrs. Nara will be giving a remedial test as almost all of the students in your class botched her last quiz. So right now, this room is filled with students who are struggling to stay awake, seatmates who are drumming their desks, and the sounds of pen-tapping on their notebooks.

Yet, there was Suna.

Suna, who was busy scrolling in their phone- one headphone tucked in their ear.

Suna, whom you are majorly crushing on since he transferred- sat right beside you.

Suna, whose original seat was in front of you, had switched with the Osamu.

It was too much for your faint heart to take. You just hope he does not see the redness creeping up to your ears.

Your teacher cannot fault you if you have zero lessons retained after today.

As the lecture went on, your eyes tried to steal a glance at Suna. Whether by conveniently dropping your ballpen at your right, looking at the window, or stretching your neck, you cannot let this opportunity pass.

At one instance, when you ‘accidentally’ dropped your ballpen (your blue pen this time!), Suna hastily crouched down. His long fingers snatched your ballpen before you could even bend down.

“I’ll get it,” he offered, fingers brushing off on one another before placing it on top of your desk.

“Thanks,” you whispered, trying to contain the giddy smile grazing upon your lips.

Your heart pickens up. But it was not from your fingers touching.

Your eyes widen as he leaves a crumpled ¼ paper. You scan around the room to see if anyone is glancing in your direction. Once you had made sure none of them was looking, you slowly opened up the paper.

Something’s on my face?

You sucked a short breath.

This was the first time you guys talked without it being school-work related.

You know in your mind that this was also a moment you should seize. He initiated a conversation; the fates must have been showing you signs. It’s not like you have poured a small coin into a wishing pond for this moment to spur. Totally not!

So your eyes roam towards your right.

Suna’s face was still glued under his desk. It was at the count of 3 seconds where his face rose, green slanted eyes meeting yours. His eyebrows quirked up before gazing at the strip of paper on your fingers. His eyes met yours again that goads you to write back to him.

Feeling resolute, you crumpled the letter inside your hand. Flipping your notebook to the back, you were about to write back to him when the phone in your pocket suddenly rang loud enough for Mrs. Nara to hear.

All heads snapped back at you.

“Well Miss (L/n), kindly answer that outside,” your teacher kindly stated. 

Your face heats up, and you avoid eye contact with the rest of the class as you skirted away from your desk and brisked until you were near the corridor of your classroom.

When you picked it up, you were surprised to be bombarded with screeching noise.

“Y/n! Tell Samu that he is DEAD to me!”

“Why would you call me for this Tsumu?!” you exasperatedly shushed.

“Cuz Samu won’t answer his phone so yer the next best person to relay this to him!”

You can hear a shuffling of boards on his background.

“Oh my god…don’t tell me you’ve overslept?”

“I wouldn’t be if he woke me up!” he yelled as a slamming of the door was heard behind him, “I told him I have a volleyball practice today!” 

You rolled your eyes fondly.

“You know Tsumu, I was having the time of my life there and you just happened to interrupt me,” you exclaimed, still in a shushed manner.

“What are yer on about? Who the hell is having fun with Mrs. Nara’s lecture?”

“Apparently I am today so…bye!” You slammed the end button on your call.

Before tucking your phone, you immediately put it into silent mode. As you headed back inside, your mind was churning cogs on what to reply to Suna. He clearly caught you staring at him. So, as you sat down beside your chair, careful to avoid anyone’s eyes, you started writing in your notebook. 

It was just a coincidence. Don’t think too much about it.

Tearing the small written portion, you bide your time until Mrs. Nara turned around and quickly slipped the folded paper onto Suna’s desk.

You tried copying the written equations on the board as you tapped your foot repeatedly, hoping to try and calm your nerves.You silently hoped that Suna did not notice the way your hands trembled when you passed on the notes.

Suddenly, a bulging eraser was placed on top of your notebook. Inside the eraser’s cover, you can clearly see the folded paper. Well that was fast.

Carefully extracting the paper, you quietly unfolded its content. What you read made you stifle a laugh.

Sure, you just ‘coincidentally’ glanced in my direction five times already.

When you looked to your right for the nth time today, you can see that Suna was smirking on you. One of his hands was tucked in his pocket while the other was ‘writing’ down notes. You went back to compose a cheeky reply.

Maybe I just like looking at the view :).

When you confidently passed him the note this time, you saw that Osamu caught you passing notes to Suna. The younger twin just looked between you two before shrugging it off.

Your heart raced as you anticipated for Suna’s reply. It was nerve-wracking but the excitement from the note-passing with him filled you with a newfound energy for this day. One thing is for sure though: You will just have to catch on to the re-taught lessons later at your home.

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Bitchy Besties

“Leave me alone Cory! This is weird and creepy! This is why we broke up over the summer! You can't do this, not as we are about to start our senior year tomorrow! For a computer genius you really are stupid sometimes!” Kate said as stomped away angrily from her ex boyfriend.

Kate had been eager to get started on her course work for the year that she came in a day early to prep but was rudely interrupted by her Cory her ex boyfriend who she had been dodging calls from all summer.

“Please Kate! I did this for you! I know you were against this plan from the start but you have to help me finish it now, it will change you life!” Cory pleaded with her while holding the length of hair extensions he had stolen from Tanya, the biggest bitch in school.

“I didn’t want you to do this! Even if I believed that you were right, that Tanya got her confidence, her meanness, her power from her hair extensions, why would I ever want that?” Kate said finally stopping to face him.

“Because she’s been your bully for years and if you can take that power from her then you can finally stand up to her.” Cory said with no ounce of insincerity.

Kate wasn’t buying it though, she knew he just got off on this ‘corruption fetish’. She had caught him one day jacking off to posts online from some woman called ‘Evie’. Each story had someone go from a loser into a slutty mean bitch like Tanya. Even now she could see his crotch twitch.

It was why they broke up. Cory got it into his mind that because Tanya wore extensions that they were somehow the source of her ‘bitchiness’. The whole thing was absurd to Kate and the stories she had read were filthy. She wished he would listen to her. That’s when it hit her. All of Evie’s stories that she had read had the men subservient to the women so if she could ‘transform’ then maybe she could tell him to leave her alone for good.

“Fine! Give me that stupid thing!” Kate said annoyed as Cory handed her the hair and then handed her a bag.

“Wait what’s all this?” She asked about the bag.

“Well I figured once you change you’ll want to be in something more Tanya’s style, so inside is a dress, jewelry, makeup, and shoes.” He said with a sick grin. Kate rolled her eyes.

“Fine but stay here, I’m getting changed in the bathroom.” She said and he looked sad that he wouldn’t see the transformation first hand.

Entering the bathroom she emptied the bag onto the counter and saw with disgust the tight slutty clothes he had chosen. Sighing she just made peace with what she was about to do, once she had this done she could move on with her life.

Stripping off her baggy clothes she poured herself into the slick leather pants and tight white top. Both surprisingly fit her well. She had never considered herself to be the same size as Tanya but then again she was used to dressing as if it was perpetual winter. Even her boobs looked pretty good in the top, it helped that she had developed early but hid them from the world.

Eyeing the jewelry next, she put on the hoop earrings and the necklace. She thought she would feel weighed down by it all, but it all felt remarkably light on her body. The necklace even drew the eye to her cleavage, as if by design.

Next she stepped into the high heel shoes which were bigger than anything she was used to. Taking her first few steps she felt unsteady but after about a minute she was a natural. She thought to herself that her years wearing soccer cleats must be helping her adapt quickly.

Her most daunting task were the fake nails and makeup. She hated makeup with a passion but she needed to do this so picked up the makeup brush and began applying a soft foundation. It reminded her of art class which she loved and imagined her face as a canvas. She gave herself a smoky eye, a bold lip, sharp eyebrows. She was actually impressed by it all. Her lips looked fuller, her blue eyes more piercing.

Snapping on the long fake nails was a breeze too. She never understood before how girls could do anything with their nails so long but as she took out her phone to take a quick selfie of her finished self she found the clicky clack of the nails against her phone screen strangely satisfying.

However before she took the picture she realized she was missing one thing, the main thing that this was all about. The hair. Picking up the long extensions, Kate was thankful that her and Tanya had the same shade of colour otherwise it would look odd.

Clipping it on, she quickly found it was hard to find where her own hair ended and the extensions began. Running her hand through it she couldn’t find the seam, it all felt the same.

According to all the filthy stories she had read this was the moment where the ‘evil’ part of her would take over or Tanya’s soul would corrupt hers. Instead she just broke out into a laugh. She couldn’t believe Cory actually believed this would do anything. When she had broken up with him she had been crest fallen about it but now she was glad she had.

“What a loser.” She muttered to herself as she stroked her hair. She did have to admit she felt kind of empowered being in the get up. As if she were like a super hero who transformed into their costume. Although she was dressed more like a baddie in every sense of the word. Now she just had to act the part.

Closing her eyes she remembered back to the Evie stories she had read and tried to channel the girls in them. She thought about Tanya and her walk, her posture, her sneer. If she was going to get Cory to stop bothering her for good she needed to be convincing.

Opening her eyes she put a hand on her hip and stared at her reflection with the same contempt she has seen in Tanya’s face a thousand times, like she had smelt something rotten. The makeup helped make her expression cold and cruel.

“You think you can just walk around here dressed like a bargain bin reject and not get bullied, haha you’re pathetic.” Kate said with pitch perfect bitchy tone followed by an evil grin that curled up naturally.

“You’re the new girl here so you don’t yet understand that I rule this place. I’m the queen bee. I’m the head bitch. I’m Kate…” she began to say but her own name felt weird. Kate wasn’t the name of a bullying bitch, it belonged to a kind and sporty girl who kept to herself. No she needed a new name for her new persona.

When the name came to her she knew she was ready. Taking one last look at herself, she gave herself a wink and strutted out of the bathroom.

The first thing Cory heard was the clip clop of her heels and so was drawn to looking at her feet first. His eyes travelled up her body and every inch closer to the top he found himself get harder. By the time he got to her face he was pitching a tent.

“Eww do you have a boner you creep?” Kate said in her fake bitchy tone but the disgust was all hers. She couldn’t believe she ever dated him.

“I’m sorry Kate you just look like, my god…” he said his mouth agape. Kate knew she needed to turn on the haughty superiority, someone like Tanya wouldn’t stand for this.

“Kate? Who the fuck is Kate? I’m Kayleigh and why are you even talking to me loser?” She snarled at him. He seemed to shrink in her presence, a fact that made Kayleigh strangely proud.

“I-I’m sorry Ka-Kayleigh I d-didn’t mean anything by…” he started but Kayleigh just rolled her eyes.

“D-d-d-dipshit. God you’re pathetic. Is this what the school has in terms of men? Don’t you ever bother me again you hear me? Now scram loser before I give you something to really stutter about.” Kayleigh said glaring at Cory who froze for a moment before running off down the hall. Kayleigh watched as he tried to hide his erection from her.

“Phew that outta do it.” She thought and dropped her bitchy stance, letting her shoulders slump. However what she heard next sent a shiver through her body.

“Impressive what you did to that little weasel.” Said a voice behind her that she knew belonged to Tanya. Reasserting her mean girl stance, Kate pivoted around to see Tanya leaning against a doorway.

This couldn’t have gone south quicker, Kate thought, here she was standing feet away from her bully, wearing her clothes, jewelry, makeup and shoes. Tanya strutted over to her like a predator. Inside Kate braced herself but Tanya stopped just in front of her.

“You know I caught him stealing from me recently? Glad someone made him realize what a twerp he is. Are you new here?” Tanya said eying Kate but seeing only Kayleigh. If Kate was going to get out of this unscathed she needed to continue to act like Kayleigh a little more.

“Yeah I am. Its Kayleigh. Daddy got a job here and we are scouting schools. I have to say that this one isn’t impressing me much.” Kayleigh said, the disgusted tone flowing effortlessly out of her mouth.

“Ugh tell me about it. I begged mommy and daddy to send me to Alpha prep but they wanted me to mingle with the ‘common’ kids.” Tanya said disdainfully.

“Alpha prep? Babe those uniforms would have looked bomb on your fabulous figure.” Kayleigh said flattering her enemy.

“Right? I had all these plans to modify it to make me the hottest bitch there but being queen of this dump does have its perks, like getting early access to test answers for the semester, otherwise I wouldn't be seen dead here on a weekend." Tanya said holding up a sheet of paper with various subjects listed.

“Totally. Being here on a Sunday is making my skin crawl.” Kayleigh sneered in a way that Tanya found familiar but enjoyable. She didn’t recognize her own sneer that Kayleigh was mimicking perfectly.

"Hey why don't you let me take you to the mall and I'll show you around the best stores and I can fill you in on all the juicy gossip. I can give you a better sense of this school than you can walking these dusty halls.” Tanya asked. This wasn’t what Kate had in mind, she knew this would just prolong her time as Kayleigh but she was finding herself not caring as much as she had before. A few hours of pretend wouldn’t kill her.

“Totes babe I was thinking the exact same thing.” Kayleigh said and Tanya practically grabbed her and locked arms with her.

“I’ll show you what fun two hotties like us can have. By the way I love your outfit, it’s totally my style.” Tanya smiled at her as she led Kayleigh out of the school away from her baggy clothes hidden in the bathroom, away from her identity as Kate.

To be continued…

[sephifrog]

First class soldiers and their love language/blurbs

Sephiroth

I feel sephiroth would dislike public displays of affection unless it’s hidden.

Holding hands/linking pinkies under the the table.

Small smirks when he knows no one is looking.

He has to initiate any type of kiss but that’s rare, if you try he will get upset really only because he doesn’t want hojo or (god forbid) the silver elite to find out.

He is really touch starved so he loves cuddling when your in the safety of his apartment.

He’s the type to hold you close and kiss the back of your neck softly, wishing he could never let go, wishing he could stay by your side and forget shinra, forget his past and just start a future with you

He definitely enjoys cooking with you, I feel he would enjoy being domestic with his partner, watching them when he finished his tasks

He can get a bit stiff when you grab him out of nowhere but it’s not because he doesn’t want it (he craves it) but because he’s not used to it

If your first class he would feel his fingers reaching for you when getting assignments but won’t let his hand move

He’s possessive, at first in a “this is my first love I have to keep them safe” way

but as he starts to spiral it’s a

“their mine and no one can take them away from me, I won’t let shinra take away the one good thing in my life”

If you make him a charm bet your arse it’s on his sword/ phone honestly anywhere it’s close to him, if it gets damaged he would flatten the battlefield (Genesis once almost damaged it in training and almost lost an arm)

All in all I think he’s an inexperienced partner but tries his best when he finds someone, he’s hard to win over but once you do he’s with you until the end

Angeal

like sephiroth he wouldn’t be fond of pda however he’s much more lenient holding your hand when he can

He would flush and chuckle when you kiss his cheek, muttering how you missed

The only time he would flat out refuse is when zack is around he loves the boy but he would never hear the end of it

He would hold your waist when your both chatting to the firsts and genesis teases him later

He would love cooking with you and looking up puppies online

He’s the type to plan for after the war, he wants to settle down with you and two dogs maybe on a ranch.

He would send letters home to his family and gush about you- he gets a letter back with a set of rings and almost passes out

If your first class he would sneak you into his room to have date nights he’s a romantic I feel

Angeal would love to be a father he wants a pigeon pair that he can show off, he knows his mother wants grandchildren.

Genesis

Man doesn’t care he wants to be close to you no matter where you are.

His fondness for pda can sometimes be to much, he would never force you to show affection but he likes feeling your warmth, hand holding kissing cuddling he wants it all and is delighted when people see

He’s not afraid to pull you aside for a sloppy make out

However he is a soldier and takes his role seriously so he won’t touch you at all on missions if your a soldier

He would quote loveless to you asking you to watch the play

He enjoys the finer things so he would wine and dine you, however he still loves simple dates just being with you

He would call you a goddess and smirk at how you fluster.

Loves holding you when your doing anything, you cuddle on the couch and read, or just listen to him recite loveless out loud while you do something else

Genesis wants to be the hero and you will forever be his goddess, he hopes one day he can prove that he’s worthy of such a person, his beloved

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A Match Beyond Measure Pt 13

I've decided I'm going to keep posting parts of this story and if or when I actually try and publish it, I'll just be deleting the online versions. Anyways, hope you enjoy.

The next few days went by rather quickly. Business at the cafe was booming with teachers and students coming in before classes started, leaving little time during her shifts for Cecilia to think about anything else. Though on her breaks, she was happy to find the others primarily left her alone. Everyone but Maddie, but luckily she would just search her out to complain and gossip about Rebecca’s boyfriend.  

“I’m telling you. It’s because of him she changed her hair, “ she ranted as the two began to lock up, “Remember what he said at my party? “That hair makes you look like a weird-looking dandelion and I’m just looking out for you when I say that” Oh please, we all know he didn’t like it because he thought it made her look taller than him.” 

Cecilia nodded along, sliding her jacket on, “It’s the leather jacket problem all over again.”  

“I know!” she exclaimed, “Bullshit. I mean if your ego is that easily bruised then I don’t think there’s any help for you.” When the doors were locked, Maddie followed Cecilia out back to her bike. “So, any plans for the weekend? I was thinking of going to get my nails done at the mall and maybe do some shopping around. I could use some company.”   

She tensed a bit, her cheeks flaring, “Oh well, sorry, but I’m busy tomorrow”  

“Ooo, what do you have planned?”  

She rubbed the back of her neck, “Garret and I are hanging out.”    

When Maddie heard this, her face split into a grin, “What are you two doing?”  

“Just… going to a park for lunch.” 

Maddie patted her on the shoulder “Aw well, you have fun then.” She looked like she was restraining herself from asking more as she began to walk to her car. Cecilia watched her pull out of the parking lot before she hopped onto her bike and headed for the back alley she used to get home.   

By the time tomorrow came around, Cecilia had already gotten dressed and tidied herself up a whole hour before they were supposed to meet. She had actually spent time ruminating on what to wear. Would it look bad if she showed up in something casual, this was supposed to be a casual… meet-up? No, date, it was a date. She was still getting used to that. 

She ended up slipping on one of her nicer sweaters along with some tight jean pants she hadn’t worn since she had bought them. As time passed, she kept finding herself poking her head into the bathroom to look herself over again. Her hair looked fine… she guessed. It looked neat enough, though Garret probably wouldn’t notice a few minor tangles.   

Her eyes drifted down to the counter top and she eyed the opening of her small makeup bag where an untouched golden tube lay. She tentatively pulled the lipstick out, turning it over in her hand before popping off the lid and raising the red tip to her lips. When she finished, she looked back in the mirror, a little put off by her thin and small lips looking vibrant for once. She kind of liked it.   

Why was she acting like this? Why was she all of a sudden wishing someone else was around to confirm she looked alright? Why did she care how she looked?    

Shaking her head, she put her questions aside and picked up her phone to check the time. Her eyes widened, time had flown by and now she had about twenty minutes until she was expected to be at the park.  

Scrambling over to the door, she threw it open and charged down the hall to the elevators. Maybe she was getting too worked up, but there was no telling what traffic was going to be like. People in this city had no time to wait for bikers to cross the street. One time she had almost gotten mowed down by a semi-truck when she had thought the coast was clear.  

As she biked, her eyes scanned the street signs. Of course, she knew the general location of the mixed park, but for obvious reasons, she had never visited it.   

To her relief, it was pretty easy to spot. Up ahead was a seventy-foot-tall iron fence, the bars surrounding the beginnings of an enormous patch of grass with blades at least half her height. It never failed to amaze her how far science had come, and just to help both races exist side by side. That thought was further emphasized when as she got closer, she spied a couple of trees that could have been mistaken for skyscrapers, so tall she had to crane her neck to even glimpse the tops.  

She approached a wide opening. Seeing no bike racks, Cecilia in her rush, opted to just leave her bike leaned up against the fence. She pulled out her phone and muttered a swear, seeing it was three minutes past the time when she was supposed to be there.   

Hurrying through the opening, she found herself gaping at her surroundings. The park appeared to be miles long. It seemed to have no end even as she strained her eyes to look for it. In the distance, she could make out the immense forms of giant parkgoers, all of them doing things you would expect any other person to do at a park. Jogging, yoga, cloud gazing, and reading under the shade of the trees and on benches.    

Cecilia breathed and continued down the long carved-out path. As she walked, she noticed much smaller paths, human paths, occasionally popped up along the sides and weaved through the tall grass. Every time she passed one of these paths, she’d poke her head over and see that they led to areas made for just humans. She passed paths leading to sports fields, small forests, golf courses, and a playground which had a huge sign planted next to it to alert everyone of its location.   

At this point, she realized there was no way she would be able to track down Garret unless she wanted to waste the entire day and walk a few miles. She pulled out her phone and texted him, asking where he was. He quickly replied.  

“ I’m worried that it might be a pretty long walk for you. What if I just come to you?”  

“Sure, that does sound easier. I’m by the playground.”  

“Which one?”  

“The human one. There’s a big sign next to it that you can’t miss.”   

“Got it.”   

She stowed her phone back in her pocket and began to fidget with her fingers while she waited. Not a minute later, she felt the ground beneath her tremble and looked up to see a massive silhouetted figure approaching. It got closer and was confirmed to be Garret, sporting a dark blue t-shirt and a similar pair of dark jeans. Swinging at his side, was a picnic basket the size of a small house.   

He stepped onto the paved path, which he completely took up with just one foot, and peered down. A smile spread across his face when he spotted Cecilia. “Hey!”   

“Hi.” she waved up at him, taking a few steps back so she could almost look him in the eye. Her body was hit with a small wave of uneasiness but it was suppressed by the warm feeling that arose from seeing him smile down at her, “Thanks for packing the food.”  

Garret chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, it only made sense for me to, you know, since…” he gestured down at her, “So, where’d you wanna set up? There’s an open space by that tree over there if you want some shade.”   

He pointed and Cecilia pretended that she could see above the tall grass, “That works.”   

“Right… uh,” he averted his gaze, “You want me to carry you?”   

Her heartbeat spiked, “I uh… I mean I guess it would be faster.” even though she had done it before, she still felt uneasy about being… being up so high up while also having to put all her trust in him.   

“I mean, I’m not worried about speed or anything and I think you’re perfectly capable of walking on your own and have no problem waiting for you but I just wanted to offer,” rambled out Garret, his cheeks turning a shade of pink.   

A smile played across Cecilia’s lips and began to balance out her nerves. It would probably be beneficial for her to start getting used to being carried if they continued to be around each other, “Sure.”   

His eyes filled with relief as he grinned and began to bend down. It was still taking some time to get used to watching him move so fast. Most likely due to fairytales and whatnot, there was this assumption that they would be slow and lumbering. That was clearly not the case as Garret’s body folded over and his hand thumped down right in front of her.   

She took a quick breath before climbing on. Even though they weren’t going very far at all, he waited for her to get comfortable in the center of his palm before he straightened up. 

Cecilia squeezed her eyes shut as she rocketed upwards yet kept her breathing even. She kept them closed as they began to move, finding it easier, even relaxing, to focus on the swaying motion and not the world moving around them.   

Not a minute later, Garret stopped and lowered his hand down onto the grass. She slid off, her nose immediately being assaulted with the strong smell of grass and earth. The blades of grass came up to just above her waist, making her feel like she was standing in a field of oddly colored wheat, rather than a well-maintained lawn.    

Garret set down the basket and began to rummage around within, “I don’t have any sort of picnic blanket or whatever, but I thought this might work, for you at least.” He withdrew his hand, holding up what looked to be a yellow dishcloth.  

Cecilia blinked, and then let out a quiet giggle, “You brought that for me?” she immediately regretted laughing as Garret’s face fell as he averted his gaze, “No no! I mean that’s really nice of you, I think it will be perfect.”    

He smiled at her words and promptly laid the dishcloth down on the grass, giving it a small beckoning pat. She made her way over to it while he returned to digging through the basket. There was the faint smell of dish soap as she sat down, but other than that, it was basically a blanket. It was incredibly soft and she was quite tempted to lay down but thought that might come off as rude.  

She stiffened as a massive hand lowered down in front of her, holding something. It tilted and her eyes widened as at least a dozen different dishes of food tumbled onto the cloth. There were salads, sandwiches, even slices of cake.    

“Is… is this all for me?” she looked up to Garret who had just filled his hand with even more food.   

He went slightly pink, “Well, I didn’t know what you liked, and you said you haven’t really tried many things so I thought…” he gestured down to the food surrounding her, “I thought it would be good to come prepared.”   

She stared at him for a moment, still ogling at the amount of food he had bought for her, “You really didn’t have to do all this, I mean how much did this-”   

“It didn’t cost much at all,” he quickly interjected, seeing the panicked look on her face, “Only cost two or three Lumens.”  

Cecilia looked back down at all the plates of food, “This is… this is amazing. But I don’t think I’ll be able to eat all this.”   

Garret laughed, “Well I didn’t expect you to. Anything you don’t like or don’t finish, I can just take off your hands.” He lowered his hand and dumped out another dozen dishes, “Let me know what you like, I might have more of it in here somewhere.”     

She smiled,” Thank you… you really… you really didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”  

He waved her off, smiling to himself “It was no trouble at all.”   

While he continued to rummage around in the basket, Cecilia surveyed all the food in front of her, still slightly in awe. Where was she even supposed to start? She reached over and grabbed a plastic bowl of some sort of soup. Popping off the lid, she gave it a sniff before bringing it to her lips.    

The ground beneath her suddenly gave a great jerk, followed by a rumbling thud. She gasped, bouncing where she sat and fumbling with the bowl of soup. It fell out of her hands and in a fraction of a second, she managed to dodge out of the way just in time as it spilled, instantly staining the makeshift blanket. She laid there, frozen, staring at the fibers of the washcloth as her heart pounded within her chest.  

“Sorry! Sorry.” rang out Garret.  

Cecilia heaved herself up and looked to where she had heard his voice. It seemed he had found what he had been rummaging for in the basket since he had now plopped himself down next to her, a large plastic container resting atop his knees. She didn’t say anything, still feeling shaken, probably because she had been literally shaken.   

“I uh… you okay?” he suddenly began growing closer, his shadow falling over her as he leaned over. His eyes landed on the spilled bowl of soup, “Oh! I’m so sorry, I uh… I think I might have another one of those” he whipped his massive body up around, peering into the picnic basket.  

As she watched him, her heart began to slow, seeing him all frantic and desperate to please. Not unlike her.   

“Hey, it’s okay,” she called up to him.  

He stopped and peered over his shoulder, “You sure?”   

She nodded and gestured to all the food surrounding her, “I’m not short on food. Not going to miss a cup of soup that I don’t even know if I like.”    

Garret turned away from the basket and sat back down, considerably more slowly and carefully. The ground still trembled as he sat down, but it was much less harsh. Cecilia situated herself again before picking up a sandwich, which she quickly and discreetly picked off the lettuce on it.  

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Garret raising something to his own mouth. Her stomach gave a nauseous jolt and her heart rate began to quicken once more. She quickly looked away. You’re fine. Just… distract yourself with something. Her eyes landed on the bits of lettuce she had discarded. 

“So… Do you like vegetables?”     

The moment the words left her mouth, she wanted to slap herself. What kind of question is that?! Why would you ask that? That’s so stupid!   

“Well, I guess it depends. I don’t love them on their own, but they’re pretty good like, on a burger or something like that. You?”   

She paused for a moment, still processing that he had actually answered the ridiculous question and had reciprocated it as well.  

“Oh, I… I don’t really like vegetables, at all.”  

“Really? Not a single one?”  

She shrugged, “I like potatoes, though I’m pretty sure everyone likes those in some form or another.”  

Garret let out a short chuckle, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” 

Cecilia wracked her brain, trying to think of another question to ask. Is that how dates work? Do you just ask questions and try to keep the conversation going from there? She wanted to keep talking, she just wasn’t sure how to do that.    

“Work been treating you okay?”  

A wave of relief washed over her as Garret filled the silence, “Yeah, it's been fine. How bout you?”  

He shrugged, “Meh, the boss is growing more tolerant of me I think. Haven’t gotten any complaints from him… well, except when my brother wouldn’t stop calling during my shift.” 

“Oh, how is he doing? What was he calling you about?”  

“He was fine, just was rushing to find a sitter for Eliza.”   

Cecilia looked up from her sandwich, “Is she your niece?”  

He nodded and smiled to himself, “Yeah, best niece anyone could ask for. You’d like her I bet.”  

She kept her eyes on him, even as he took another bite. Her curiosity was once again outweighing her anxiety, “What’s she like?”   

“Oh, well…” he thought for a moment as he chewed his food, “She’s really sweet, and talkative. One of those kids who waves at strangers. She’s currently obsessed with everything having to do with princesses.”  

Cecilia laughed, “How old is she?”  

“Six. Just started school a few days ago I think.”   

“I think when I was around that age I had a princess phase too.”  

Garret chuckled, smirking down at her, “I think almost every girl has a princess phase. Eliza’s though, whoo, I almost never see her dressed in anything other than an all-out ball gown.”   

She smirked herself, “does that mean a lot of your time spent watching her is-”  

“Playing princesses, yup. Luckily though, she stopped trying to get me to wear dresses after I ripped a few of hers. Not on purpose of course, though I am glad she’s got me playing other roles that she doesn’t have costumes for.”   

“You must be close with her parents if they ask you to babysit so often.”  

He smiled, seemingly to himself, “Yeah. My brother’s offered to pay me but I’d just feel wrong taking more from him.”   

Cecilia thought for a moment, “What do you mean taking more?”   

Garret let out a short laugh, “Richard is… well he can be quite generous.” he looked away for a moment and muttered something he must have not wanted her to hear, but she heard anyway due to his thundering voice, “Even to those who don’t deserve it.” She tilted her head, wondering what he could have meant by that before he continued, “He was the one who bought me a phone, probably because he’d heard me rambling about how cool I thought they were.” 

“Are… are phones uncommon among giants?”   

“Yeah, mainly because they’re so expensive and a bitch to make at a reasonable size. Lots of human commodities can be pretty pricey.”  

She looked down at her sandwich for a moment, “I never really thought about that.”  

“Most don’t. I didn’t even know that phones existed until I was in my early teens and one of the rich kids brought one to school.”   

“You didn’t even know about them?”   

She saw the smile on his face flicker, “No, I think I mentioned that I… I didn’t grow up around many humans, so I never really got to… you know… get to know your kind’s world I guess”  

There was a hint of sorrow on his face as he turned away and stared down at his feet. Cecilia felt her stomach begin to tie itself into a knot. Had she brought up an upsetting topic? She hadn’t meant to.   

Garret’s mouth suddenly turned back upright. The ground shuddered as he laid down and gave a harsh bounce when he flipped onto his side so that he was facing her. She ogled for a moment, staring at just the amount of space that his body took up. Not only did his frame cast a large shadow over her, but his legs seemed to stretch out forever. He peered down at her with that energetic, puppy-like look, “Enough about me. I wanna hear about you. What’s your family like?”   

She froze, struggling to maintain eye contact without her thoughts being revealed on her face, “Well uh… I think I mentioned that I’m an only child and that I grew up on the coast…” She thought hard, what else could she say?   

When she remained silent, Garret continued to pry, “What’re your folks like?”   

Oh… oh no. How was she supposed to describe her parents? How were parents supposed to be described other than yup, those two created me. Thinking about them, no clear-cut things about them came to mind, other than the lack of things to say. 

[megalomaniacz]

SNOW ANGEL

i'll angel in the snow until i'm worthy ❄️

🌨️ but if it kills me i tried

if it kills me ⛸️

pairing: ex!ellie x reader

synopsis: ellie shows up at your door in the dead of winter, years after your break up.

warnings: su!cide attempt, alluding to alcohol addiction, no comfort and no happy ending.

authors note: this is short! i’m on my period rn and i am honestly so devastated for absolutely no reason so i decided to write about it. loosely (completely) based on my very sad experience with an ex. if any of you beautiful people need someone to talk to i am always here. i’m always an option.

you’re everywhere. at the bottom of the bottle, at the bottom of the glass. ellie couldn’t shake you. not even in the winter under the warmth of other girls. that’s why she was knocking at your door tonight. for the first time in months.

well not really. she’s always almost about to knock. almost did last week until she heard you laughing with friends. almost two weeks ago until she heard your drunkenly stumbling around, kissing some girl. always almost, almost always.

but tonight she couldn’t help herself. knuckles burning from the cold outside, she knocks three times. it takes you ten seconds to anwser. she counted while drawing shapes in the snow on your porch railing.

“ellie?” you barely breathe. too much floods your mind at once. a kiss on your neck, flowers on the first date, her smile. her laugh, god you hadn’t heard that in forever.

“come in, you must be freezing.”

do you offer her soup or tea? or maybe the warmth of your heart? the remains of your love laying flat on your bathroom floor? that night, the knife. the pills, the whiskey.

who tries to kill themself with their mother’s switchblade?

“i’ll take the tea thank you.” she blows into her cupped palms, shivering. she looks awful but not drunk. just battling a thought. probably the one telling her to get the hell out of there.

“how’ve you been?” you ask. you’re trying to be polite but it’s fucked to act like you don’t have eyes. even after all these years, she’s still torn. guilt ripping at her from the inside.

“i’ve been pretty good, got a job fixing cars. taking some classes downtown.” she shrugs, looking down at her feet anxiously. she leans onto her left leg, twisting the right in the air slightly.

you sigh. something close to but not quite relief washing over your body. at least she’s busy? you can’t look at her. everytime you see her face you want to break into a slew of tears. hold her, hit her, blame her, apologize. why’d you invite her in again?

“i don’t think i ever said um…” she starts. the tea is screaming on the stovetop. “wait, hold that thought.” you flash a small smile and rush to grab it. she wishes you wouldn’t have. would she have the courage to finish what she was saying when you came back?

the anwser is no. you returned to an empty space in your front entrance. cold air flush from the door. all you want to do is throw the cup at the wall and watch it break into a million pieces. maybe it’ll help the anger. maybe it will mend the tears in your heart. maybe it’ll ease your own guilt, your own ache.

you didn’t understand. she was so happy that week before. you were going to a dinosaur exhibit for her birthday that friday. she was visiting joel’s grave everyday. she was drawing so many pictures of you and the house. you saw her ring shopping online.

what could you have done? how could you have known? could you have known?

[btsfaris]

day and night

summary: you’ve always felt like you never fit in Hongjoong’s world.. or maybe he just didn’t fit in yours.

pairing: kq fellaz kim hongjoong x reader.

genre: multi-part, angst, fluff, future smut

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This last year you were in a wonderful relationship with Hongjoong. The hardworking leader of Ateez, but the love of your life to you. Even though they were still considered rookies, they blew up so early in their careers. From millions of views online to thousands of record sales, you couldn’t be more proud of him.

You met him by chance, while he was still a trainee, filming his pre-debut show called kq fellaz, as all of his fans know. You happened to sign up for classes that summer with your best friend, who was an amazing dancer and begged you to go with her. After weeks of convincing, you finally decided to give it a shot and now you don’t regret it one bit.

Obviously, you had a lot of practice to do, everyone else was so talented and you were rather uncoordinated in the sense that you were clearly not on the same level as everyone else. And Hongjoong saw that, but rather than mock you or laugh at you, he decided to help.

“Hi,” a young man with dark hair spoke up beside you, “need help?”

You felt embarrassed, already out of breath when you were only just practicing the first part of the choreography, “Oh I’m okay, thank you,” you blushed red, wanting the ground to swallow you whole and cancel your membership immediately.

“Are you sure? I want to help,” he smiled at you, not in a humorous way but instead, kindly, “I know it’s hard.. but I can teach you..”

You looked around, noticing everyone almost having the movement and rhythm down while you were still struggling with the counts. You turn back to him and he raises an eyebrow, deep brown eyes soft.

“Okay,” you agree hesitantly, and his eyes gleam.

“What is your name?” He asks.

“Y/n..” you tell him, “what’s yours?”

“I’m Hongjoong.”

…

From then on, he helped you during every class and taught you how to dance properly. You both even did a small choreo together, that sadly never made it to the dance studios channel, but was still fun nonetheless.

You both had exchanged numbers and despite his limited English, he still made an effort to talk to you. Of course he preferred phone calls, as it improved his language skills but mostly because he wanted to hear your voice whenever you were apart. You had developed feelings for him but he told you he would only be staying a month before he had to leave back home to Seoul, so you never thought you would have a chance.

On his very last night in LA, you took him to your favorite spot, a small beach to watch the sunset and the stars while laying on the hood of your car. You left the radio on, the latest pop song at the time playing softly in the background as you talked and laughed with him. Hours had passed, and it was almost time to take him back to his rented house before his manager would notice his disappearance.

“I’m going to miss you,” you say softly, still looking at the stars, “I hope you debut, you really deserve it Hongjoong..”

“I’ll miss you too, I wish I didn’t have to leave..” he whispers sadly, “I want to stay here, with you. Here in LA.”

“You shouldn’t stay here Hongjoong, you have so much talent.. you’re an amazing person, you were meant to be an idol,” you look at him and he turns to you, “I wouldn’t want to hold you back.”

He stares at you for a long time, before opening his mouth, almost hesitating, “Y/n.. can I tell you something?” You nod, turning your body to lean on your arm next to him.

“I like you..” he blushes, his hands trembling at his confession to you.

“You.. you do?” He nods, eyes looking away in embarrassment.

“I like you too..” your eyes water, “I really like you Hongjoong.”

His eyes snap back to yours, softening when he sees your face. “Don’t cry,” he pulls you close to him, hand caressing your face to wipe away your tears.

“Don’t forget about me..” you whisper, looking up at his beautiful, clear face.

He looks at you for a second, before leaning down to place his lips softly on yours. His warm hand holds your face, while yours shoot up to grab onto his shirt, pulling him as close as you can. You kiss until you run out of breath, finally separating when it becomes too much.

“We’ll make it work,” he lets out a smile, pushing your hair out of your face, “I’ll never forget about you. I’m yours.. and you’re mine.”

[flightfoot]

Do you have recommendations for future fics starring the current cast's children? Preferably ones where the kids have become superheroes themselves, but not required.

Sure, I've got a few! I dunno how much focus is required to qualify, but I'll do my best!

a story retold by @hanaasbananas

“No, no no, darling,” he shushed Emma, “don’t cry, your maman needs her sleep.” Rocking Emma slowly until she settled again, he continued “What if i tell you a story, hm? Shall I tell you all about how I met your maman–you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” or: 4 times Adrien told his children how he met their mother, and 1 time someone else told it instead.

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Cheating Cat by @11jj11

When Emma and Isaac Dupain-Cheng realize that Adrien is Chat Noir, that can only mean one thing... that he's cheating on Marinette with Ladybug, and they're the only ones that know!

This is really cute, with Emma and Isaac being worried about Adrien supposedly cheating on Marinette and wanting to talk to Ladybug to stop her from dating Chat Noir. That’s not all that’s going on here, though - Isaac’s actually adopted, but he and Adrien are still related, which puts an interesting twist on the tale. There’s a reason he’s especially sympathetic to the fact that Adrien being Chat Noir means he would have had to fight his own father…

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Turtle-y Awesome! by chatonne-rousse

Hugo Dupain-Cheng loves turtles, and by extension, he loves Carapace, his favorite superhero of them all. He doesn't know yet that his idol is also his Uncle Nino, and Nino hasn't yet seen the Carapace shrine that is Hugo's bedroom. But the little man is turning five and has just two wishes - a Carapace-themed party with friends and family, and the latest, greatest Carapace play set. This is a story of best friends, laughter, good kids and even better parents, and a whole lot of turtles.

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Into the Unknown by NUMBER1ANGIRL

Marinette Dupain-Cheng has been Ladybug for 12 years now. She’s been fighting Hawkmoth by herself in this time, without the partner she was promised. When Hawkmoth is defeated, she starts fighting a new villain, and the strange ache of something she wasn’t aware was missing.

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Growing Fangs by @rosie-b

Louisa Dupain-Cheng has always liked to keep secrets. When she finds out that her parents are the heroes of Paris while spying on them as they transform for a patrol one night, she decides to keep this new finding all to herself. But as the years go by, will she change her mind?

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This last one's incomplete, but it's got quite a lot of focus on the future kids.

Primary Sources (And Other Historical Epiphanies) by Hoover_the_fish

Mary Beauréal hates history, so she's not too jazzed for the history reports and group presentations that Caline Bustier assigns for her class. However, the people in her life have an odd connection to an era her teacher refers to only as, "Ladybug and Chat Noir," a connection that none of them seem to want to remember. "For some reason, there aren’t a whole lot of newspaper articles, but there’s an old blog online that might be worth checking out. As far as I know all the pictures, interviews, the articles that still exist- they all ended up there at some point or another." "Do you know what it's called?" "I believe she named it the Ladyblog."

[mymiraclebox]

What would the Secretary Birds Zeal do to the rest of the Miraculous class? What powers would they get?

I've had this ask for a while, and while I can't think of one for everyone, here's the ones I did come up with. (Adrien's and Marinette's are from a previous post but I'm including them here too.)

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Marinette - I could see the main power for her manifested through Zeal could be something related to sewing. Perhaps manifesting material and mentally guiding it with her mind; which could be used to to bind enemies, set traps, or perhaps catch people falling, etc. Other possibilities could be perhaps something related to baking, gaming, or drawing, though her main Passion would be more likely to manifest.

Adrien - Adrien using the Secretarybird would actually be pretty interesting, because as seen in Wishmaker and throughout the series a lot of his goals and talents in life were chosen by his parents. So perhaps something related to fencing or piano could manifest for him (a power that gives him perfect swordsmanship, a power to make everyone move in time to his music, etc), but it’s likely these powers would be weaker for him as it’s not his own personal Passion. The strongest Zeal he could summon wouldn’t come around until he finds his own Passion in life.

Alya - Honestly, I think Alya's akumatized powers as Lady Wifi would work well for a power she could manifest with the Secretarybird. Being able to manipulate technology for reporting is very fitting manifestation of her Passion.

Max - Max would gain the power to connect to and use technology just through touch. Contact with one security camera would let him view and control the whole system. Tap any device connected online and he can access the internet with just a thought. A car would drive him to where he needs to go just as long as he maintains physical contact, etc.

Marc - To create a temporary fantasy world one can interact with, not one that can impact reality; but something more akin to a dream or a scene being played on stage, though it would feel realistic to those interacting with it. I think all parties involved would be aware that it's not real, so it wouldn't impact people's minds.

Lila - I think Lila would gain the ability to modify her appearance at will, to become the person she wants to be with just a thought. I'll be honest, I wish we knew more about Lila as a person to give her another power, but it seems that lying and manipulation is the only thing we really know she's passionate about.

Felix - You thought Felix was a good thief before? Well now he has powers to make it even better. He doesn't need to be near someone to nab something, but just have a target in sight in order to steal it without anyone noticing.

Kagami - I saved Kagami for last... because Kagami is actually a descendant of Passion in this AU! This means if she were to use the Secretarybird Miraculous her ability would be enhanced compared to others, perhaps able to summon powers from multiple Passions at once.

[friendlychaos]

✨Vent Post✨

I’m gonna vent here because this is my blog and no one can stop me. I just went to dinner with my dad for my birthday. I just turned 19, I’ve barely been outta high school for 3 months, I’m not going to college until January because I wanna work first to save money and help my mother with bills. My dad and his wife sit there and ask me questions they know make me uncomfortable and that they know will make me upset. His wife asks me if I’m dating anyone as they’re talking about who my sister is going to homecoming with, and I say I’m not dating right now because frankly my last relationship destroyed me and I just wanna focus on me for a little while, but then his wife says I should do online dating and just have fun. She asks how my friends are enjoying college and asks if I wish I was there with them. I wish I was, but I have to focus on other things and sacrifice going to college right now so that I can ya know live. They tell me I should be going to parties, and drinking, and dating, and that I’m only 19 and that I’ll have plenty of time to be boring and no fun when I’m older. I don’t think I’m no fun, but my definition of fun is way different from there’s. My idea of fun is playing dnd, and playing board games, and playing video games, and reading books, and doing nerd shit. I don’t want to go get drunk with strangers at a frat house. I wanna be a nerd with other nerds because I think it’s fun. I don’t understand why they can’t just accept that I’m not extroverted and social like that. They also always give me shit for how I dress. I like sweaters, I like jeans, I like my comfy old boots. I like being comfy. I remember wearing a top with cleavage one day this summer and my step mother making a big deal out of it because she kept saying that she thought I was a prude. I don’t have a problem wearing clothes like that, but it just made me uncomfortable. I just wanna exist. I just want to be comfortable and a dork and not be given shit for it.

They also give me a hard time because I didn’t go to the same high school as his wife’s 2 boys and my sister. I went to a charter school and graduated from there because when I was little my parents noticed that I was bored in public school, so they wanted to find something to challenge me and it worked. I loved my school. I loved getting to take Latin, and Roman history, and advanced literature and history classes. I loved my art class, I loved the small class sizes, and I loved knowing everyone I went to school with. They give me a hard time because they said I didn’t have a real high school experience. I wouldn’t have enjoyed going to a regular public high school. I would’ve fucking hated it. They say I never got to have a real homecoming or a real prom, and that I never got to go to football games. I don’t care about football, and I did have a real prom and a real hoco and I loved going to them. They were fun, and I liked that we were a smaller school because it meant we could do more cool things than the bigger schools could. I just don’t understand why they’re so hell bent on trying to get me to be someone I’m not.

[tenrousei-kuroi]

Well, I’m not surprised it’s Sirius/Regulus. I should’ve seen this coming🤣

I’ve asked about incest shipping because I see different reasons out there. Some people just like it for the forbidden love/taboo aspect, some have bad real life experiences, and it has always intrigued me how common it is to like stories that are “morally wrong” (dark romances are very popular, for example) and not see fiction tied to real life morality but drawing the line at this theme, not only for personal taste but also imputing a moral obligation to depict it as wrong. 

My first incest ship was accidental. It was Yuki/Kaname from a series called Vampire Knight. We only discover they’re siblings at certain point in the story, and even after people were condemning them together I just didn't care and still rooted for the author not to separate them (which was in vain 😅). Eventually I came across Siri/Reggie and from then on there was no going back. I think it particularly struck me because, specially for older works, there was this flowery and tragic aspect to many – if not most – stories shipping them, a fleeting happiness that frequently wouldn’t last long.

Similarly to what you said, I have a pretty normal and stable life and darker themes have always caught my attention. Strangely, I love sad and bittersweet endings, even if I’m attached to the character and actually feel bad for them – tragedy is just so much more intense than any portrait of happiness I’ve ever seen. I had access to pretty much anything I wanted to read or watch growing up. Mostly because I’m a naturally private person and the ‘smart, well-behaved daughter’, my parents never used to question me much, but to this day this aspect of my life is pretty much my dirty little secret (that I don’t even think it’s dirty, but I assume peoplesurrounding me wouldn't think the same).

Anyway, I wish I could personally thank Ann for getting you hooked on Sirius/Regulus and creating so much good content for the fandom (btw, could I get a link to Palimpsest? Sounds like it’s really good).

Oooo I remember Vampire Knight! It used to come serialized in ShojoBeat, a manga magazine I got back in middle school. I admit I didn't finish the series but I did get to the incest reveal. I have some pretty vivid memories of a hilarious "argument" my friend and I had in gym class over it (she's cool, she was just very easily embarrassed, so it was funny to tease her with her ship turning out to be incestuous).

I didn't have much of a reaction to the plot turn that they were siblings because I was too busy picturing Mr. Kaname getting it on with Zero ;)

Angel Sanctuary was another early incest story I came across. If it wasn't clear by my profile pictures literally everywhere online I've a bit of a fancy for Kaori Yuki's work.

A Cruel God Reigns by Moto Hagio is another good manga rec if you're looking for something a bit more...I dunno', classy? Award-worthy? "Serious"? Whatever you want to call it, if you haven't read it, you should check it out. It's scanlation only, though, unless you can read Japanese, because I don't think it was ever officially localized in the English market.

Here's a link to Palimpsest. I'd recommend downloading a copy quick now, because that's a web archive and who knows how long it'll be up. Actually all of the author's previous HP stuff is up on that archive page and it's all good.

(Can you tell I'm typing on my computer instead of my phone this time? Suddenly my punctuation and formatting are semi-competent.)

And speaking of everyone's favorite incestuous Black brothers, I've got to get myself in gear--I'm super behind. I've got like three fests I need to finish up! ...plus a whole lot of WIP's that I swear I am working on. They'll all be finished...one day.

Sirius/Regulus is so much more popular now than it was when I was a teen. Easier to find too. And James/Regulus has blown up in an almost unrecognizable way. I swear I don't even know who the characters are in half the Jegulus fics I read.

I wonder how long the inertia will last? I guess no matter what, I was there writing my pretentious nonsense long before that stuff got popular and I'll still be here long after everyone else gets bored and moves on <3

Ao3 could blow up tomorrow, and I'd probably just set up a Sirius/Regulus mailing list.