#Idk we'll never know but this is canon. to me

[taruruchi]

I've been working on this for... a while

She was making fun of his physical abilities (flight, running, yk) and he wasn't about to take it lying down

Other ver + w/o text under the cut bc I wasn't completely satisfied with this one KDKDJSKDM

[welcometogrouchland]

my Stephanie Brown hot take is that she should get mad bitches now that she's single in comics. Yes yes shipping BUT the one time she had sex she was punished by the narrative via teen pregnancy. I think she should be allowed to have as much sex as she wants with zero consequences. Could be a lot of sex, could be a little. Point is she should get to do it without getting narratively baby trapped this time. she should get them pregnant, actually.

[extravalgant]

i love that dasein was kind of meant to be the closest thing we get to seeing the wizard in "canon" bc its like. imagine being the wizard and teaching the ''nothing'' how to ''be'' and having to watch in horror as everyone and everything around him tries to twist him into something he doesnt want to be and taking advantage of his kindness and genuine urge to help and having to be like. holy shit. this is what its like to be on the outside of all that

dasein just wants to BE in the similar way that the wizard wants to be i think. and both of them are "outsiders"—they dont well and truly belong in the spiral, and give themselves away to the detriment of their own health and sanity. so when dasein understandably gets stressed out and starts malfunctioning, thats also a reflection of the wizard

[angelus-osculum]

the fact that hoffman lives in the renovated nerve gas house just doesn’t sit right with me

[skitskatdacat63]

Contemplation on Seb's hair:

[spxnglr]

Rewatched Aft.erlife today for the first time since I saw it in the cinema and tbh, my perspective of it has changed a fair bit...but I'm still not making it canon for my Egon.

[business-as-usual-bats]

Idk if anyone else remembers, but Batman canonically carries around Bat-cookies according to the Batman/Scooby-Doo crossover.

I LOVE to think Batman carries them around as snacks for Robin. I love it even more to think he uses said cookies to bribe Robin into good behavior in a similar fashion to Scooby Snacks.

Little Dick Grayson: I don't wanna go to some stupid Gala! U can't make me!

Bruce, in desperation: would u do it for a bat-cookie?

Dick: woah! Bat-shaped! Cool!

Bruce: andddd you can have another one after the party

Dick, mouth full of cookie: okay :)

Bruce, internally: thank fuck a parenting hack that works

Batman: stop! Don't kill him!

Red Hood: and why do I give a fuck what you-

Batman: would u spare his life for a Bat-cookie?

Red Hood:

Red Hood: I'm not a kid anymore-

Batman: they're fresh, look, still warm

Red Hood: ...

Red Hood: this works ONCE. This ONE time. Gimme that damn cookie.

Batman: of course

Red Hood: Fuck I've missed these what the hell does Alfred put in em

Bruce: go to sleep, Tim

Tim: I'm almost done-

Bruce: go to sleep now and you can have a bat-cookie

Tim: a what?

Bruce: a bat-cookie. See? Here, first taste is free. Try it.

Tim: bribery? Really?

Bruce: positive reinforcement

Tim: giving me treats like I'm some kind of dog?

Bruce: try it and then we'll debate the ethics

Tim [eats cookie]:

Tim:

Tim: okay

Bruce: Okay?

Tim: if I promise to sleep a full 8 hours I want two more and a glass of milk

Bruce: u drive a hard bargain but I accept

Dick: aw, c'mon, Damian. One picture. For me, to remember your first day of high school. Do it for a bat-cookie?

Damian: -tt- I've heard of these so-called "bat-cookies" Insulting. I am not a child. I refuse to participate in such an asinine tradition.

Dick: shame. Alfred made animal-friendly ones so you can share with Ace and Batcow. I guess they don't get any treats either, then

Damian: well

Damian: since it would please you so very much, I will overlook this patronizing lapse in judgment

Damian [tries one bite of cookie]:

Damian:

Damian: given Batcows higher food intake requirements, I will require at least a dozen.

Damian [takes another bite]: perhaps two dozen

Duke: you agree I did a good job today?

Bruce: yes? I suppose. Earlier, when you stopped that-

Duke: shut it. Don't care. Cookie me.

Bruce: excuse me?

Duke: I know about the cookies, old man. You've been holding out on me. The cat's out of the bag. I did a good job, I get a cookie. That's how it works, right?

Bruce: uh well

Bruce: that was a long time ago

Bruce: i had to discontinue that method after-

Duke: are you saying I'm not a valid member of this family because I was never Robin?

Bruce: of course you are! But I don't have any on me-

Duke: don't. Lie. To. Me.

Bruce: Okay! Okay. You're right, I'm sorry. Here, take it. Just... do me a favor, and don't go announcing to the whole cave you got-

Duke: YES. MY FIRST BAT-COOKIE! SCORE!

Every batmember in the vicinity: BAT-COOKIES ARE BACK????

Bruce: NO! stay back! Stay back you animals! Alfred! Alfred! It's happening again-

Alfred, sighing: I'll preheat the oven, sir

[nick-writes-stuff]

Every Second of Every Day

Thanos / Choi Su-bong x gn!reader

summary: You break up with Thanos after a particularly messy fight, and to protect yourself, you try to cut ties completely. Of course fate would lead you both to the same death game. You both struggle with your emotions for each other and hope to repair your broken relationship. ~ 9.4k words (chat i may have gotten carried away)

warnings: drug use, descriptions of suicidal thoughts/attempts, verbal arguments, canon-typical violence

A/N: Welp. It's here. I don't know where this came from bc I thought I had no motivation to write at the moment but here this is. idk what is coming next nor when, but we'll figure it out. Also guys I am just a SUCKER for father figure!Gi-hun like it's just iconic and I definitely snuck some into the fic. hope you all enjoy!!

Part of you wished you would never see Choi Su-bong again after that night. The night that you had come back to your apartment to find him rooting through your belongings to find money to buy drugs. He claimed that you had told him he was able to use your money, that you had graciously offered to spot him the cash after he blew his savings on that crypto scam. 

The money he was referring to was all of the tips you had been saving since you started your current job. Your job didn't pay very well, and you were paying off your student loans as well. Your financial situation wasn't great, but you rarely took anything from that stash. It was meant to be a savings fund for very important things and emergencies. You had originally started it to save enough for your security deposit for the apartment, but more recently you had been budgeting the money to plan a trip for you and Su-bong for your upcoming two year anniversary.

That anniversary would never come. You've replayed that conversation in your head a million times. Was there something you could have said to make it end differently?

“Are you fucking kidding me, Su-bong? I never would have agreed to that.” You asked. Your voice was uncharacteristically calm for the situation, but there was a sharp tone behind it.

He rolled his eyes at you. “Listen, you definitely did do that. Anyway, I'll pay you back once I do that set next weekend. Were you really going to use it before then?” He asked, hardly seeming concerned by your anger. He was more focused on counting the bills.

You scoffed. “You aren't taking it. Give it to me or I'll call the cops.” You said. Thanos laughed like he genuinely found you funny. You were not amused. Your eyes narrowed at him, glaring daggers at him. 

“You're too funny.” He said after his laughter ceased. His comment sounded more like a jab than a statement.

You took a deep breath. “You know, I was going to use that money to do something for our anniversary.” You said. Your voice was strangely calm. You were restraining yourself from letting all the feelings you had bottled up over the last year. 

“Babe, I already told you. I'll pay it back next week. I don't see what the-” He said, clearly getting annoyed with you. 

Before he could put the money in his pocket you snapped, “If you take that money, we're done.” 

Thanos seemed offended. “Really, an ultimatum? That's not fair and that's toxic as fuck.” 

You chuckled bitterly. “As if this whole relationship hasn't been toxic.” You muttered under your breath. Your jaw clenched, trying to avoid breaking down. “Su-bong, I love you but I can't do this anymore. You either hand me the money right now, or you take it and never come back here or talk to me again.” You said. You couldn't handle this anymore. You didn't deserve this treatment. 

Thanos looked you over before shoving the money into his pocket. “You'll come to your senses soon enough.” He spat, shoving you out of the way and slamming your door shut behind him.

You stood there in quiet disbelief, realizing the weight of what just happened. Tears ran down your face almost involuntarily. Two years of your life and love and effort and time down the drain, but you felt some form of relief now that you had stopped it.

And you didn't let up. Within the hour you had called your landlord and asked if he had any other apartments available for rent. You had a decent rapport with him, so he was willing to work with you and draft up a lease and even cut you a deal on the rent given the situation you were in.

By the next day when Thanos had bothered to come back and try to salvage the relationship, there was no answer when he knocked. He wasn't looking to commit a crime and break in, so he left. Unbeknownst to him, you called off work and moved your belongings out yourself.

Soon after you switched your phone number. You worked with your coworkers to let you switch your shifts to times that you normally never worked. You were willing to work nights for a month or two until Thanos got the message if he decided to try and find you at work. 

Later that week when he was really strapped for cash, he returned to your apartment. When he knocked, he was greeted with some kid fresh out of college it seemed. That was when he started to realize how much he fucked up.

It started off small. He got wistful when he would send you a picture of something funny he saw at the club. He opened your messages and sent it like it was an instinct, not realizing his mistake until the red exclamation point popped up, joining the countless other undelivered messages he had tried to send.

He changed his wallpaper back to the default. He couldn't bear to see the selfie of the two of you at one of his shows mocking him every time he unlocked his phone, but he also couldn't bear to choose anything to replace it. 

At first he went on a bender, desperately trying to quiet the self-loathing and anger and despair. It didn't work for long. The thoughts were too loud. He had thought you both had a good thing going and you ended it out of nowhere.

That's what he told himself at first. He wanted to believe it was your fault. He wanted to write off the pain he was feeling but he knew deep down it was him. He fucked up. He loved you. He didn't act like it sometimes, but he did. He was blinded by his own desires and greed and it wasn't fair to you.

Nam-gyu tried to console his friend, but it was more of an attempt to get him deeper into the downward spiral he had been heading on. If Thanos had a change of heart, it could jeopardize his investment. Because that's always been the main goal of his interactions with Thanos. Sure he was fun to be around but it was mostly because he saw potential in him. 

After a particularly nasty fight with his mother about two months after you broke up, he found himself on the Han River bridge, looking over the railing where the reflections of streetlights flickered on the inky black water below.

Would you even care? If you were happy he was gone, he didn't think he would blame you. He was an asshole and he knew it. You had put up with his bullshit more than anyone else and he finally pushed you away like he had everyone. 

He hated the idea that you would give up on him, but he knew he deserved it. He didn't know what he had until you were gone. 

And he hated himself for it.

Just as he was about to slip off his shoes, he heard a voice from the darkness. “Hello, sir! Can I talk to you for a moment?” 

That man set him on this path. For better or for worse, Thanos was going to join the games and try to win as much as he could to take back with him. If he couldn't… 

Well it wouldn't be much different than if he had jumped, even if he didn't know that yet.

Maybe you would take him back if he was able to pay you back and beg for your forgiveness. He wouldn't blame you if you didn't though. 

You also found yourself in a similar financial situation. It seemed like the whole universe was against you. Your car had broken down and had an expensive issue to fix, and Thanos just drained your savings. You didn't have reliable transportation, so after a few times of the subway being late, you lost your job.

Then your mom got sick. The doctors still weren't sure what was causing her illness, but that was almost worse. All of the tests they were trying were expensive. It didn't take you long to rack up some debt.

And even if your reason for having debt was for the good of your family, that didn't save you from a visit from the salesman. The business card seemed to be made of steel. It sat in your pocket and felt like a weight dragging you down. 

After you visited your mother, the doctor stopped you on the way out. He informed you of some of her test results. The treatments would be costly.

You called the number once you got outside. 

-

It looked like you woke up in a technicolor nightmare. The lights were blinding and the colors were bright. You quickly realized someone had changed your clothes. That fact caused a pit to form in your stomach, but you tried not to dwell on it. You needed to figure out how the games would work.

You tried to stay in the back of the crowd, watching the sea of teal jumpsuits in front of you. 

Something clearly caught your attention. A man with a head of purple hair.

You felt a rush of adrenaline course through your veins. You tried to take a deep breath. It was a coincidence. It had to be. There was no way Thanos was the only person in Seoul with purple hair. 

A few minutes later, you heard someone begin to whine about his limited edition sneakers. The voice sounded familiar. Too familiar. But you denied it. Your brain was playing tricks on you.

You followed the instructions the guards gave you. You were getting a bad feeling about this. Something was off but you didn't know what it was. You just followed the group through the neon colored stairs. You smiled for the picture. You entered the game hall. 

Anxiety began to gnaw at you once the older man started shouting about how these games would go. He seemed to have experienced this before, but if that was true, why would he be helping all of you? It would make him less likely to win, right? Plus, you didn't think they would kill you. It had to be paintballs or something, just to mark that you were eliminated. You didn't know how naive your line of thinking was.

You did as he said. If it would help you win the money for your mom, why wouldn't you? You followed behind the group in front of you, hanging onto the man's words to try to calm your nerves. 

You froze the second that the first gunshot rang out.

No. No, it can't be real, right?

It only took a few more shots for you to believe it was real. You closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing. Your hands began to tremble and you mentally begged for it to stop. 

You continued to follow the man's instructions now, intently listening to every word. You kept your eyes focused on the person in front of you. You didn't want to see anything.

You stayed focused until you heard a group of people scream while the light was already red. How did they manage to get caught when it had been on red for a few moments?

Your eyes shifted toward the source of the screams, not daring to turn your head at all. You wished you hadn't looked.

You saw him. Thanos. 

It had to be him. You knew because he had that stupid cross necklace around his neck. His pupils were blown wide, you could tell he was high clearly.

And he was holding his arms out into an empty space in front of him. An empty space where the dead people just were.

He didn't…

He didn't push them, right? He wouldn't have done that. 

Right?

Until you saw it again with your own eyes. He pushed more players down like it was nothing, like he wasn't killing them. You stopped looking in his direction. You were just so fucking scared right now. 

If he was gleefully killing strangers without a second thought, what would he do to you? He had to be mad at you, and now he had the perfect opportunity to kill you without any consequences.

When you crossed the finish line, you couldn't bear to turn back. You couldn't witness the carnage behind you. You stared at the wall, hands covering your ears. You took deep, shuddering breaths trying to calm down but you just couldn't. How could you? You were in an infinitely dangerous environment. You were a sitting duck here.

When you returned to the dorms, you found yourself a spot toward the back corner of the room. You sat with your back to the wall, focusing on fidgeting with the zipper of your jacket. Anything to get your mind off of him.

You told yourself you were avoiding him because you were scared he would hurt you, but you knew that wasn't true.

You missed him. You missed him so fucking much. If it seemed he had genuinely changed, you would be easy to convince. And that scared you because he could easily be lying. You hoped he wouldn't do that to you. You wanted to believe he wouldn't, but you were just scared.

You regretted breaking up with him since you did. While your relationship wasn't perfect, you still had hope that you both could really make it work. You loved him, and you know he loved you. You wanted nothing more than to be with him, and you were scared to fall right back into how you both used to be. 

That fear compounded when you noticed Nam-gyu was also here. You didn't like him. He didn't like you. You thought he was bad news, but he was also one of Thanos's closest friends. It wasn't like you were going to force them apart, but you knew a lot of Thanos's problems were made worse by Nam-gyu's influence. The drugs, the clubbing, the poor financial decisions. 

You stayed in the back of the room until they began the voting process. The whole idea of this made you nervous. The badges would be a signal to everyone else. Division would certainly follow.

You had a high number, but luckily not first. The number 448 was embroidered into the patch on your jacket. It would have stressed you out even more if you were first. When your number was called, you cautiously stepped forward. You tried to keep your hand from trembling as you reached out and pressed the red X button.

You turned around and entered the group quickly, averting your gaze so hopefully Thanos wouldn't see you. You happened to make eye contact with the player who coached you all through Red Light Green Light. He nodded at you, almost as a thank you for being rational. You gave him a slight smile before getting into the crowd. 

Things quickly turned to chaos. Player 456 claimed that he had been in the games before. This didn't give you the hope that other players seemed to get from his statement. They saw him as a success story, someone to model. You saw his presence as an omen. Winning these games didn't seem to set you up for life like they were presented.

When his number was announced, Thanos walked up to the buttons. He almost seemed to be skipping up like this was some whimsical fantasy for him. You felt a growing pit in your stomach, dreading what his decision would be. You hoped he would join you, but you knew better. Deep down you knew that he was too selfish to leave. You weren’t surprised when the higher pitched beep rang through the room. 

He turned with a grin, but any happiness drained from his face when he made eye contact with you. He froze, eyes widening.

You didn't need to say anything for him to realize that he was likely the one who caused you to be in this mess. You would have been okay financially if he hadn't taken the cash from you.

You met his eyes. Thanos had expected you to glare at him, to communicate that you wished he had died with your gaze alone. He knew he'd deserve it from you after everything he put you through.

But you didn't. You just seemed scared, and you looked away from him. You wrapped your arms around your middle, trying to soothe yourself from the stress you were under. Part of you wanted to miss him, to call out to him and feel what it felt like to be in his arms. But you knew better. He would probably just take advantage of your love for him again. It was hard for you to stomach the fact you still loved him after all of this.

Player 456 seemed to notice your distress, but he didn't seem to connect it to Thanos specifically. Not yet at least. He nudged your arm gently. “You okay?” He asked softly, voice just loud enough so you could hear him despite the crowd. 

You flinched from his touch, just not expecting it at that moment. You looked over at him and quickly averted your gaze, nodding somewhat. 

He didn’t believe you, but he didn't want to pry. He hardly knew you after all.

The votes were tallied and there was a strong majority for the people who wanted to stay, mostly due to 456’s failure of rallying everyone. In his attempt to convince the other players, his revelation that he'd played these games before only sparked the people's hope that they too could make it out with the cash.

When dinner was being served, you rushed yourself to be one of the first to receive your bento box. You sat toward the back of the room again, claiming a bed as your own. With the sounds of everyone eating and talking, you almost forgot that this wasn't a school cafeteria but a death game. You tried to stay sharp so you can adapt. 

It didn't take long for Thanos to start looking for you. You tried to act like you didn't notice walking up to you. You stared at your dinner like it was the most interesting thing in the world. You didn't look up until he was right in front of you and cleared his throat.

You didn't want to look him in the eye, looking almost scared of him. You didn't want to be dragged into his chaotic way of dealing with the games. You weren't being forced into his murderous and drug-fueled pandemonium.

“Hey, we need to talk.” He said. His eyes seemed concerned, but you could tell he was still high from his pupils.

You shook your head. “No thanks,” You said curtly.

He rolled his eyes. “Babe, come on, I-”

“Don't. Don't call me that.” You cut him off, gaze sharpening somewhat. 

He took a deep breath, clearly annoyed. “How did you even end up here?” He asked. “I know we were struggling but-”

You scoffed. “Really? Not everything is about you, Su-bong.” You spat. It was the first time he'd heard his real name in a few months, and it was said with so much venom.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

You took a shaky breath. “My mom is sick, really sick.” You said, voice suddenly softer. It hurt to remember that. What if you died here? She would think you left her at her most vulnerable time. You didn't think you'd forgive yourself for that.

He wasn't exactly thinking clearly. The pills were still affecting his thought process. “Why are you acting like I should have known that?” He shot back. He was loud, a little too loud. You could see the crowd started to look toward you both. 

Your eyes widened, not really knowing how to feel about that. “I didn't, I just-” You said, stumbling over your words a bit.

“So can we just talk? Please.” He asked. He was trying to level with you, but he just wasn't doing it effectively. You had been with him long enough that you knew this was just his way to clumsily make amends.

You wanted to talk to him. A part of you regretted breaking up with him, but you knew it was necessary. He had just been dragging you down with him for years, and you feared he would continue that here. This was no place to get yourself wrapped up in his chaos. You shook your head. “I can't.”

He rolled his eyes. “What the fuck do you mean, I can't? It's not-” He was stopped by a hand on his shoulder yanking him backwards. Thanos fell to the floor, turning to face the threat.

“I think they said no.” Player 001 said, voice deep and sharp. 

Thanos chuckled, trying to maintain his tough guy facade. “How about you stay outta this, old man?” He spat. He started to stand up, intending on hurting him back.

001 didn't react to that emotionally. “You should really respect your elders.” He said before stepping over and kicking him, putting him back on the floor.

Your breath hitched. You wanted to say something but you were just frozen. It wasn't until the older man had him pinned on the ground by his throat that you got up.

“Hey, leave him alone.” You called out.

The man's gaze snapped toward you. His grip relaxed somewhat, and Thanos took some greedy breaths. 

“I think he got the message, let him go.” You said. Your voice was almost shaking. 

The man got up and walked back to his group. You hesitated for a moment before walking off without a word to Thanos. You didn't even look at him, which was for the best. He wore a shit-eating grin because you still cared enough that you stopped the man from beating the shit out of him. 

You made your way over toward the group Player 001 was a part of. You tried not to be intimidated by the older men, but the fact Jun-hee was with them made you feel a bit better about this.

“Would you guys mind if I joined you for a moment? Just until he gets distracted.” You asked meekly. You really didn't want to intrude, but you figured sticking with the man who just kicked his ass would keep him away for the moment.

456 looked up at you, his hardened gaze softening ever so slightly as he did. “Stay as long as you need.” He said. Player 001 seemed to react to that statement in some way, almost intrigue, but you didn't want to get involved in that. 

The younger man in the group began striking up conversation with you rather quickly, going around and introducing everyone to you. You smiled nervously before saying your name.

Dae-ho continued, “Do you know that guy?” He asked you. 

You sighed. “Um, yeah. I do.” You murmured. You didn't want to explain everything. You didn't want to be overheard by anyone else and have your words twisted. The situation was too complicated and nuanced to discuss it in this scenario.

Before Dae-ho finished his next question, Gi-hun interrupted him, as he felt your discomfort was obvious. He leaned forward to offer you his carton of milk. “Here, you should take this. You hardly got to eat your dinner, and someone definitely took it after you left.” He said with a bitter chuckle after the last statement. Of course someone would be that selfish.

You shook your head. “No, I couldn't do that.” You said.

He shrugged. “I can't drink the plain kind anyway.” He said nonchalantly. 

You hesitantly took the carton from his hand. “Thank you, sir.” You managed to get out, clearly touched by his generosity in the moment.

Dae-ho continued to chat with you, and you could almost feel Thanos's gaze burning a hole in the back of your skull.

Because he had hardly taken his eyes off you. He stood in the opposite side of the room, silently brooding and watching you as Nam-gyu tried to convince him to let him have one of the pills. He took the chain from his neck and shoved it toward him, muttering “Here” with some disdain.

He shouldn't have a problem with this. He wasn't your boyfriend anymore, he knew that. But he wanted to believe you were still with him in a way. It was killing him to think that you gave up on him. It was worse knowing that you have every right to.

After lights out, you found it hard to get any sleep. You had moved into an empty bed near the rest of the group you seemed to find yourself with. Eventually you sat up. You didn't think you were going to be able to fall asleep right now.

“Can't sleep?” You heard someone's voice from the dark. You flinched and inhaled sharply at the sound, immediately becoming on edge. You realized it was just Gi-hun after a moment.

You gave a nervous laugh. “You scared the shit out of me.” You whispered. You could barely make out his silhouette in the dark.

“Sorry, sorry.” He said with a chuckle.

Out of everyone in your little group, you trusted Gi-hun the most. It wasn't even just because you knew he'd been in the games before. That was certainly a factor, but you trusted him because he checked on you during the vote. His soft words and small smile meant more to you than he probably knew. This place seemed like you were trapped with desperate people willing to do unspeakable things for money, but he showed you kindness when he didn't know you at all.

“You know, I don't think that creep is going to give you trouble anymore.” He said.

You didn't know how to respond to that. A part of you wanted to defend Su-bong, but you also didn't want to explain the whole situation. “I doubt it.” You murmured.

“Is he an ex-boyfriend or something?” He asked. 

“Um, yeah.” You whispered with a nod. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to clear the emotions from your mind. This conversation was hardly helping you sleep.

He chuckled again, clearly trying to seem playful, but his attempt rang hollow. “Judging from how he acts, I think you made a good choice breaking up with-”

“Can you stop talking about a situation you know nothing about?” You snapped, your voice somewhat louder than you intended. Your words were harsh, and you suddenly became very worried about how he would react to your outburst. 

“Sorry, it's just…” You trailed, trying to think of the best way to explain it without divulging too much. “It's really complicated.” 

He was taken aback but also somewhat impressed that you stood up to him, but you couldn't pick up on the subtleties of his body language in the dark. “No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pried.” He whispered back. 

You didn't say anything. You didn't want to. 

He broke the silence. “We'll watch out for you, y’know? You'll only deal with him on your terms.” He said.

You didn't know how to respond to that. You hadn't had intentions of joining any groups, and when you asked to sit with them. You were only looking for a temporary solution to your problem. “Thank you.” You answered, hoping that sufficed. 

He didn't say anything else, so you assumed he was going back to sleep. You sighed in relief. You laid back down, hoping that even if you didn't fall back to sleep, you would be left alone.

You eventually woke up to the hard LED lighting and cheery tune playing to announce the next game. You felt a pit growing in your stomach as the sense of dread intensified.

You tried your best to hide any sense of uneasiness about being around your new allies, but it was hard not to be wary. You hardly knew any of them and now they expected you to trust them in a death game? You didn't think you would trust someone here. Not even him. 

You found yourself playing Flying Stone alongside everyone but Jung-bae. He had volunteered to find another team since your group had one too many members. The look of anxiety on Gi-hun's face made you feel guilty for being here. You probably should have left instead since Jung-bae seemed to be missed. Luckily his team made it out just fine.

Your group was last, paired with another team who wasn't as fortunate as yours. As you crossed the finish line, they were gunned down. It was a harrowing tone shift.

You all walked back to the dorms quietly until Dae-ho tried to lighten the mood a bit and began telling everyone how well they did, even Young-il who had nearly gotten you all killed. 

As you walked across the room, you noticed most of the Os faces sour that you all at made it, and Thanos did too until he noticed you were with them. His gaze softened into what seemed to be guilt for his quick judgment.

You didn't notice it, however. You spoke to Dae-ho: “We wouldn't have gotten out of there without you knowing how to play gonggi though. That flip at the end was amazing.” You said, nudging his arm playfully. You had only meant for the comment to be friendly, but you noticed the light blush spreading across his face as he bashfully tried to write off the feat.

Thanos noticed it too, and needless to say he was sulking, pouting even. His back rested against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “I can play gonggi too.” He muttered.

Nam-gyu, being the great friend he was, laughed in his face. “No you can't dude. Don't even try to say you can.” He found it pathetic and it was so funny to him. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Thanos spat back, not sharing the joking tone. But Nam-gyu didn't react negatively to his harsh words, he just laughed a bit more before going quiet.

The voting process occurred once again, and while the margin was closer this time, ultimately a majority decided to play one more game. Your vote hadn’t changed, and neither had Thanos’s. You had been hoping that he only voted to continue the first time because he hadn’t known you were there. You prayed to whatever higher power existed that he would press the X this time around, but he didn’t. You weren’t entirely surprised, but it shook you to the core.

After that though, things seemed to be going well. You were enjoying yourself with your new friends, well as much as you can enjoy your stay in a death game. You had even started to forget that Thanos was even there throughout the course of that afternoon. You enjoyed talking to Dae-ho and the others. You could tell Dae-ho was smitten with you, but you avoided the topic like the plague. You just didn't want to have to explain anything to any of your allies. Both in fear of their perception and also knowing it would upset you more than it needed to. 

That was until Dae-ho came back from the bathrooms. He was much quieter than usual and considerably less chipper. You noticed it almost instantly. “Dae, are you okay?” You asked. 

He met your gaze for a moment before averting his eyes, almost embarrassed. “Yeah, I guess. It's just…” He trailed for a moment. You just seemed confused. “I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn't know that you had a boyfriend.”

Your jaw tensed as you took a deep breath. Your blood was boiling in your skin, your insides burning with a fire you hadn't felt before Dae-ho seemed taken aback by your change in demeanor.

“Who told you that?” You asked, though it sounded more like a demand. You knew the answer already, but you wanted to hear it. It was more so he got all of the information before you stormed off. You were going to give Thanos a piece of your mind. Because you hadn’t been uncomfortable at all, and you certainly didn’t have a boyfriend. Not anymore.

He seemed nervous and a bit confused. “Uh, the guy with the purple hair… Thanos, right?” He stuttered. 

You sighed. “Do yourself a favor: never trust a word that asshole says.” You said sharply. Before he could respond, you stood up and stormed in Thanos’s direction. 

Nam-gyu noticed you before Thanos did. “Oh, you’re in for it now.” He teased.

Thanos looked up but didn’t seem phased by your obvious anger. “Hey, babe wha-”

“Thanos. Hallway. Now.” You demanded, not even stopping to look at him. 

Nam-gyu laughed. “Oh shit, dude. You got the rapper name and everything. You’re cooked.” 

You didn’t turn around. You just raised your hand and flipped him off. 

You walked a few paces into the hall before stopping to turn toward where you came from. You tried to calm yourself down a bit, but any progress you had was shattered when Thanos stepped through.

“What the hell is your problem?” You asked him.

Thanos looked confused. “Babe, what are you talking about?” He knew what you were talking about, but he didn’t reference it. Maybe you would think he was unaware of any misdeeds.

You seemed eerily calm on the outside but internally your thoughts were a chaotic tangle of all the anger you had been building up. Everything you bottled up since things in your relationship started going south threatened to explode through the unbothered facade you were desperately clinging to. “Stop calling me that. I’m pretty sure I’ve made myself fucking clear.” You said.

He reached out to put a hand on your shoulder but you jerked back out of his grasp. It was mostly because you didn’t want him to touch you in fear of what he would do, but there was a part of you that feared you would realize how much you had missed his comfort.

“All I said was that you were spoken for. That dude has been all over you.” He said.

You scoffed. “Okay so even if that was what was happening, which it isn’t, I’m not spoken for.”

Thanos rolled his eyes. “Not this shit again,” He said as if you were overreacting. Because a part of him thought you were. He wanted to believe that what you had said that night was just out of anger. Maybe once you calmed down, the two of you could talk it out. Then he thought you just needed some time to think about things. He didn’t want to believe that you gave up on him. Even though you had every right to. If you gave up on him, there wasn’t anyone else he had. 

You took a deep breath. “Do you not remember what happened that night? Were you too high?” You asked. It was a genuine question, but you were also making a jab toward him as well.

“Yes, I do remember, it’s just-”

“Good. I meant what I said. I’m not doing this… doing us anymore. You made your choice.” You said. Your voice was shaking, hardly keeping together under your duress. 

He seemed to be finally processing the severity of your situation. He’d been denying the finality of it all. You were his last form of stability in his life, and he hadn’t wanted to accept that he ruined it in fear he’d fly off the handle. But he’d always been out of control. He always had been. The only time he ever felt any sense of calm or warmth was with you. He didn’t want to do this without you, because he knew he would spiral.

His breathing quickened, almost starting to panic. You noticed the change in his demeanor but you stayed distant. You didn’t want to fall for it if this was all an elaborate manipulation.

“I didn’t know you were…” He started, stuttering slightly. “I thought you were just mad, I didn’t-”

“I was mad. I’m still mad. And I’m going to stay mad until you start realizing the shit you put me through. That you’re still putting me through.” You said. That was the first time you had ever suggested that you had any possibility of forgiving him. Maybe it was naive, but you wanted to be able to forgive him. You loved him and you wanted him in your life, but you owe it to yourself to see that he actually feels remorse and tries to change before you let him back in.

He wrapped his arms around himself, like he was comforting himself. You tried to ignore the ache in your heart at the sight of his distress. He chose his words deliberately. “I know, I’ve been an asshole. Not just that night but for a long time before. I shouldn’t have taken the money, but” 

“It’s not just the money.” You said. Your voice was soft but there was a stern undertone. 

He furrowed his eyebrows. He didn’t get what you meant.

You sighed. You met his gaze, eyes almost unreadable to him. “Take a look at the badge on your chest and think about it, okay?” You said. His eyes widened, but you started walking out of the hall. He stood still for a moment, realizing why his attempts to reconcile with you were going so poorly. He was putting you through more hell for his own gain. He hadn’t changed at all.

You walked back to your group without saying a word. Young-il looked up at you. “I was just asking if I should come check on you two.” He said playfully.

You paused, meeting his eyes for just a moment. Young-il made you nervous. He was too eager for violence in your opinion. “It's fine. Thank you.” You said quietly, not wanting to upset him. You slid down the wall and sat against it, staring ahead silently. Should you even consider giving Thanos another chance? He seemed sincere but you were just scared. Mostly just scared about how much you still loved him. 

You didn't explain what happened in the hallway to any of your allies. The situation was too complicated to convey and you didn't exactly want their advice either. You tried to act like nothing happened, but you were definitely a lot quieter than usual. You picked at your dinner and eventually gave what was left to Jun-hee. You gave some excuse about her eating for two, but you missed Gi-hun's slightly suspicious gaze.

That night you were still having trouble sleeping despite the fact you were infinitely more tired today than the night prior. You could hear Gi-hun and Young-il talking softly. You tried not to listen, but it was hard not to when everything else was silent. You eventually heard Young-il mention he was going to try to get some sleep. He walked off, but it didn't seem that Gi-hun moved.

After a few minutes, you got out of your bed and walked over to where they were. You stood there for a moment, not wanting to scare him but too timid to get his attention.

He eventually realized you were there and jumped slightly. You chuckled while moving to sit next to him. “Payback for last night.” You teased in a hushed whisper. You could hardly see him smile in the dark.

After a moment of silence, you spoke. “Can I talk to you about my…” You trailed for a moment, thinking of a way to phrase it.

“About Thanos?” He finished for you. You nodded. You almost wanted to say no, but you wanted to sleep and you needed to get it off your mind in order to do that.

You sighed. “You were right. There is a good reason I broke up with him.” You said. You didn't want to explain it. At first you thought you were sparing Thanos from the info getting out, but your allies already had a negative opinion of him.

You continued. “He'd been an asshole for a few months beforehand, but I stood my ground and broke up with him two months ago because he stole my savings to buy drugs.” You said softly.

He nodded. “Sounds like a good reason.” He agreed lightheartedly. 

“I still love him. So much. I've missed him every second of every day. But I can't just deal with how he was treating me.” You said. You felt your eyes starting to water a bit. “I want to be with him but I'm just scared.”

He nodded again, staying quiet for a moment trying to gather his thoughts. “Speaking as a bit of a deadbeat myself, it's not a linear process to change your ways. There will be ups and downs.” He said, definitely seeming a bit more vulnerable at that moment. While his vice wasn't substances, his gambling habits ruined his marriage, his relationship with his mother and daughter, and pretty much any friendship he had. You looked over at him, seeing his Adam's apple waver slightly. 

“I can tell you that taking those first few steps knowing you have someone to support you is invaluable. I'm not saying you should let him walk all over you, but you staying with him and supporting him through it will mean more than you will ever know.” He said. 

The tears finally rolled down your face, and you swiped them away quickly. “I just hope that I got through to him. Not even for my sake. I can't let him spiral like that.” You whispered shakily.

“Be open to it until he shows that you didn't reach him. That big of a step can seem impossible at first. Give him time.” He said softly. 

You both sat there in a tranquil silence for a moment. You would have never expected to receive some of the best advice in your life in this situation, but here you were. When he had decided he would rejoin the games, he never thought he would let himself be this vulnerable in this environment. 

“Thank you, Gi-hun.” You said softly. 

He momentarily wrapped an arm around your shoulders, giving your upper arm a comforting squeeze. “Anytime, kid.” He said.

You nodded sincerely with a small smile. You yawned softly, reaching up to cover your mouth with your hand.

“Go get some sleep.” He said, sounding a bit more fatherly than he meant to. 

You didn't draw attention to that. “You too.” You jabbed back. He chuckled softly as you got up and returned to your bunk.

-

The next morning, Thanos hadn't sought you out anytime before the next game. You hadn't entirely expected him to, but you just noticed that you didn't even remember seeing him in the breakfast line.

If you could even call it breakfast. The amount and quality of the meals you received were on a sharp decline. Who the hell would eat a single hard boiled egg for breakfast without a drink to go with it? You didn't even like eggs much, but you forced yourself to eat it knowing you needed nutrients somehow.

The next game was somehow even worse than the first two. It was worse than you could have imagined. It was absolute chaos and pandemonium and it shook you to your core. Mingle was forcing your group to split up and form shaky alliances with people you hardly knew just to make it through a round. Sometimes Gi-hun or Young-il would have to separate from the group to find their own, and you'd sit in the locked room praying that you wouldn't hear either of their numbers in the death toll. 

You were in the room that Young-mi was locked out of, forced to watch Hyun-ju's reaction to her closest friend being murdered ruthlessly. You hardly knew either of them but it tore you up inside. You wished this wouldn't happen again. Especially not with him.

Somehow, after the penultimate round of three players, you returned to the turnstile separated from the rest of your group. You called out to them, trying to look over the crowd to no avail. When the annoying music started blaring and the platform began turning, you quickly felt the rush of panic filling your entire being.

What were you going to do now? You'd be delayed in finding a group with them. Would they try to find you? Or would you be locked out just like Young-mi was? 

When the platform stopped and the number 2 was announced, you froze. As everyone else around you seemed to already have pairs available, you stood there realizing how totally screwed you were. You tried to look for another solo person, but there didn't seem to be any. You were gonna die here, weren't you?

Not if Thanos could help it. He was with Nam-gyu and Min-su, his now trio after leaving Se-mi in the round prior. While the turnstile was moving, he looked around to the people around him. When he saw you alone, his heart dropped.

When the number was announced, Nam-gyu spoke immediately. “Well, bye Min-su.” He said with a smirk, grabbing Thanos's arm. 

Thanos pulled away from his grasp. “No, you go with him.” He said, to Nam-gyu's annoyance. He knew exactly what was going on. He began to notice the changes in his friend and he hated it. He didn’t like you, what you were doing to Thanos. You were a good influence on Su-bong and he hated you for it. Thanos was his ticket out of his small town and pathetic life. And his friend too, but that seemed less important right now.

When you felt a hand on your arm, you instinctively flinched away, turning to see the threat.

But it wasn't a threat. Your eyes met Su-bong's brown ones. They seemed warm for once. He was concerned, yes, but there was a fondness in his eyes that you hadn't seen in a while.

“Hey, me and you, okay?” He asked, but it was more of an order as he grabbed your hand and began going to a door. You followed behind him closely. 

Someone was waiting outside the door you were heading toward, beckoning toward someone who seemed to have tripped. He led you into the room, apologizing loudly as he pulled the door out of the man's grass and slammed it shut. 

The man yelled through the opening in the door, but his voice was muffled by your pulse pounding in your ears. You stared at the wall, slightly unfocused as you tried to process what just happened.

You felt Su-bong grab your shoulders firmly and you jumped slightly at the sudden contact. 

You didn't notice the fear flash across his face as he thought you were going to flee from him. But you didn't, he had just surprised you.

“Hey? You okay?” He asked, clearly nervous.

You didn't hesitate to wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his chest and began to cry. All of the stress overwhelmed you and you couldn't hold back from letting it out, getting some comfort from the man who blamed himself for most of the stress you were under.

He froze for a microsecond, shocked ever so slightly before indulging in the physical comfort he had been deprived of when he felt he needed it most. Not that he blamed you for leaving though. 

He rubbed your back lazily with one hand, the other finding its way into your hair. He shushed you softly. “Hey, it's okay. We're okay here. The door's locked, we got through it, okay?” He murmured.

You didn't respond verbally, just cried harder into his chest.

He said sweet nothings to you, hoping something would be able to give you the peace you so desperately deserved. “I love you so much, you know? I never stopped. I know I didn't act like it sometimes but you were truly the reason my world kept spinning. If you want me gone after this, that's fine, but I promise you that unless you tell me otherwise, I'm not going anywhere.

“And I know coming from me that promises might do jack shit, but I want to be better. I have to. I-I haven't even taken a pill since Red Light Green Light. When I saw you after voting, I couldn't do it anymore. I gave the necklace to Nam-gyu, I don't even have it. And I don't want it back. I just want you back.” He rambled. You seemed to find solace in his embrace, however fleeting it was. You nodded slightly, not looking up.

When the automatic doors buzzed and unlocked the doors, you flinched. You hadn't even noticed they started announcing the eliminations yet. Between your cries, your heart beating out of your chest, and Thanos's words echoing in your head, you completely missed it. You pulled away, stepping out of the room with some sense of urgency. You wanted to make sure your friends were okay.

They had finally spotted you as they had regrouped rather quickly. And seeing you storming out of a room, tears streaming down your face, and your ex-boyfriend in the room you just left, it didn't take Gi-hun to inaccurately put some of the pieces together. 

“What the hell is your problem, man?” The older man snapped. He walked past you, giving you a gentle push toward the rest of your allies before moving toward Thanos. 

To your credit, you tried to stop Gi-hun. “No, that's not-”

He ignored you, assuming that was an attempt to defend him on your part. “Do the right thing for once and stay the fuck away from them.” He asserted loudly. You covered your ears, all of the chaos around you was too much. You were fighting off a panic attack and Su-bong could tell.

His heart wrenched in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to comfort you. He tried not to feel hurt that you weren't standing up for him, because he knew that this wasn't your fault at all. Instead of losing his temper and spouting the obscenities that came to mind, he just turned and walked off. Gi-hun was surprised that he backed down so quickly. 

Jun-hee was asking you how you were, trying to check in on you, but you didn't respond. Your gaze was far away. Your friends looked at each other nervously but started to follow the others out of the game hall. 

Thanos returned to the game hall as quickly as he could. He didn’t want any of your friends to get the wrong idea. You both could figure this out when you get your wits about you. He returned to Nam-gyu and Min-su, and the silence between the trio was deafening. Nam-gyu was obviously pissed beyond belief, and that made Min-su silent to avoid his wrath. 

Thanos noticed the cross necklace thrown aside by the wall. The lid was off and it was clearly empty. Nam-gyu must have thrown it in frustration upon realizing it. 

You didn't say a word about what happened in the room. Part of you knew Gi-hun would assume you were in shock or that Thanos had threatened you into lying. You knew you couldn't convince him otherwise.

Young-il apologized for letting you get separated, saying he thought it was his fault somehow. You didn't know how he came to that assumption, but you just shrugged. 

Your team talked about what they thought would happen next. Gi-hun was hinting that he thought shit was about to hit the fan and that he was considering trying to usurp the power of the games. Dae-ho began counting up the number of votes each side had using the patches on their jackets. From his best guess, they only needed three people to switch to an X to get the majority to leave. 

You just sat there. Your head was still spinning. Everything seemed so loud. You hadn’t realized you had instinctively covered your ears until you noticed Gi-hun holding a finger to his lips. He didn’t have the chance to ask you anything before the announcer’s voice rang out. It was time to vote. There was no chance to try to talk to others or even recover at all. 

Gi-hun voted first this time around. You had no doubts what he would choose. He confidently walked up to the buttons, slamming his hand on the red X before turning without a word.

After so many players had been eliminated, your number was next in the sequence. You didn’t realize until Jun-hee nudged your arm gently. You didn’t say anything, just walked up to the podium. With a shaky hand, you pressed the red X, joining Gi-hun on the side of the room. 

You were hardly paying attention to the numbers being called or the votes being cast. You were listening for one number in particular. The one vote that meant more to you than your own.

“Player 230.”

You watched Su-bong walk up to the buttons. You wanted to be nervous, but you had faith. You believed in him. 

Without hesitation, he pressed the red X. 

A smile creeped onto your face as the crowd reacted. Most of the Xs were shocked and the Os were in disbelief. You looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes. Happy tears this time.

He stood next to you, but he didn’t make any attempt to make contact with you. He didn’t want to overstep.

Your hand brushed against his, and he felt his heart begin to race in his chest. You intertwined your fingers, and it felt like his heart stopped. He was almost in shock, not believing this was really happening. He’d wanted nothing more to be in your good graces again, to be loved by you again. This felt like a dream to him.

Neither of you said anything. You just basked in the love you shared in the moment. 

When the number of people left to vote was dwindling, you started to pay more attention. You looked back to the people who were left. You noticed that a good few of them were Os. That made you nervous, but what caught your attention more was Young-il. 

He seemed… off. Like he was plotting something. You felt like you could see deceit in the back of his mind. Was he switching his vote? You didn’t think he would have had a reason to switch back after having switched before, but you knew people could be tempted. Even Jung-bae was swayed to vote O at one point. 

But you would ever see if the man truly was planning anything. It didn’t even matter if he was. The next two players, both Os, voted X. Their greed was sated. As Young-il was called to vote, the tallies sat at 51 for X and 48 for O. Half the room cried out in relief, the other in disappointment. It was already decided. You were going home. You could see shock and almost disappointment etched in Player 001’s face as he seemingly reluctantly pressed the red button. 

You turned and hugged Thanos. He was surprised at first, but he wrapped his arms around you and held you tight, like he feared you would fade away.

You both made it through hell. If you could do that, you had complete faith that you could make this work between you. It wouldn’t be easy; you both knew that. But if you could survive this, reconciling your relationship would be a walk in the park. You were both determined to see this matter resolved, to never spend a second apart again.

[got-the-cheese-touch]

More than a name - teaser

HARRY POTTER x SIRIUS BLACK'S DAUGHTER! READER

PROLOGUE HAS BEEN POSTED! CHECK MY PAGE :)

slow burn. this follows Harry and readers time at hogwarts together, i'll try to be as canon as I can but they'll be some changes. this will have some wolfstar undertones (idk if they end up together, we'll have to see) as well as some dark themes bc y'all, reader has some trauma i fear. i'll put specific content warnings on each chapter release

no use of y/n (yippee)

an: PLEASE GET HYPE FOR TS, i'm so scared to post my writing. literally this has been in the works for a WHILE and if it flops, i'll delete it and crash out. don't fail me my minions ILY, enjoy this little trailer. probably releasing the prologue later tonight. word count is looking to be around 4k words.

this is super brief, i'm just testing the waters to see if this gets engagement or interest. (THANK YOU ILY ALL!!!)

ty to @thecutestgrotto for the dividers <3

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Sirius Black is an enigma. He’s a prisoner, a flirt, a menace, a marauding crook, a legend.

Sirius Black isn’t a fond story; rather a cautionary tale for little pure-blooded boys and girls who disobey their parents. He's a warning to the people brave enough to stand up against the Dark Lord.

Sirius Black is a name that rings through your ears and a face that is reflected when you look in the mirror. 

After all, you have his smile. 

His nose. 

His eyes.

Sirius Black, technically, is your father. But since you’ve never met him, all he is to you is a name.

The name your professors mutter after you’ve done something wrong. The name that you see in the inside cover of the library books, ones checked out years ago. His name is scratched into the side of the rocking chair in the Gryffindor common room. It’s on the roster of the quidditch team, the same one that won the championship for Gryffindor in the seventies. The last name that is stuck behind your first like dirt under your nails. Eleven letters, four syllables.

You see him everywhere, yet you’ve never laid eyes on the man. But when you attend Hogwarts, and meet a certain Harry Potter, things change.

or

Remus Lupin takes in the scared daughter of Sirius Black and when she is sent to Hogwarts, she slowly falls deeply and irrevocably in love with the boy who lived, the only other person who could understand the struggle of missing a person you don't even know yourself.

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Silence is Silver, Your Voice is Gold - [Tamaki Amajiki] SOULMATE SERIES | GN

blurb:

As your schools decide to team up for a term long integration project, you're eager to prove your worth as an aspiring young hero. LOUD AND PROUD! That's who you are! So when you're paired with none other than one of U.A's Big Three, Tamaki Amajiki, your heart shatters when he flinches away from you before you can even utter a word. He gives you a brief, stammered apology--and that's when you realise that maybe, just maybe, your dearly fated had been a cruel mistake. Your own soulmate is terrified of you without even knowing you. So perhaps, it's for the best that you pipe down and let him find someone else to better suit his needs.

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, tamaki is a sweetheart, [name] is outgoing and loud, minor angst, fluff!!!, mentions of two non-canon side characters, smitten [name], anxious but doting tamaki, ugh [name] and tamaki are so cute smh, idk how i feel abt the ending i hope it's okay T-T

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[3.2k]

"U.A, HERE WE COME!"

"Shut up, [name]," One of your classmates, Kaori, scrunches his nose at you disdainfully, "you're the reason no one talks to us."

"What..."

Karina, his sister, snorts while you deflate, "It's okay to be excited, [name]. Ignore him. Let's show U.A what we're made of!" She fist pump the air to distract you, and it evidently works when you copy her with a happy whoop.

All third-year hero course students have been gathered to battle ground A and B where they would mingle with the other school's class.

One of the teachers, Miss Midnight, claps her hands and swiftly garners the attention of each student.

"Alright, everybody~" She grins widely with lidded eyes, "time to pair you off with a new buddy! Don't be shy now~ We'll be calling out your names and pitting you against another duo. Now-"

You bound your way over to a tall, spiky eared U.A. student who stands with hunched shoulders and a lowered head once your name is called. Just moments prior you saw him with two others, a broad set blond and a pretty aqua toned girl, both of whom nudged him in your direction before heading to their own partners.

Oh! How cool! He's one of the big three in U.A!

Excitement courses through you at the prospect of working with him, after all, you're not bad yourself!

Taking ground beside him, you stick out a hand and take in a breath before your heroic introduction--when he flinches away at your sudden movement.

A squeak escapes him and he quickly puts more distance between you. Before you can even blink, he's bowed sharply by the waist, murmuring trembling apologies at how your loudness had startled him--but the ringing in your ears has long since drowned him out.

Your wide smile sits stiff on your lips, features frozen as a cold wave drenches you at the feeling of your soul words tingling on your right shoulder.

He's... I-I scared him..? Your heart shatters at the realisation that in your boister, he's never once lifted his head to look at you, and you notice him trembling ever so slightly.

I'm... my soulmate's scared of me..? And then a hopeful thought crosses your mind, oh! I'll just be quiet then! Then he'll like me, right?!

Instead of replying to his flurry of apologies, you take a step back as to respect his space and bring your outstretched hand down to your side. You mimick his bow, smile softening as to not seem so overbearing.

When your shadow moves, Amajiki shakily glances up, eyes wobbling when you stand upright again and make an effort to give him a small, hurried wave, as though restraining your energy.

Ah! Yes! He's looking at me now! You positively beam, aura brightening tenfold and he looks panicked, swiftly diverting his anxious gaze. R-Right, you sweatdrop to yourself, keep it toned down...

"You're so quiet, it's weird," Kaori deadpans, eyeing you skeptically from across the lunch table as he sips through the straw of his milk box.

You look up from your half bitten chicken katsu sandwhich, cheeks buldging with food, "you fink sho?"

He grimaces at you, disgusted, "chew your food first, scrub."

You pay him mind, chewing thoroughly and swallowing before speaking again, "I met my soulmate today! He doesn't like loud things though, so I'm practicing."

"Practicing..?"

Karina gasps, dropping her chopsticks in her udon, "Wait--you met your soulmate!?" You bark a laugh at her incredulous look, the noise loud and reverberating.

"Yeah!" Feeling giddy, you take another big, aggressive bite of your sandwhich to quell it, "he's shoooooo cute!"

"I said chew, you neaderthal!" Kaori pegs his empty milk box at you, at his wits end with your brash manner. His sister retaliates by throwing her full one at him, and he yelps, barely dodging it and it goes scattering across the floor behind him.

"We were talking!" She hisses before turning back to you with sparkles in her eyes, "really!? Ohmygod, what's he like?!"

You barely open your mouth before someone interrupts.

"Hey there!" The large blond from before stands at the end of your table with a wave in greeting. A sheepish smile sits in his face at having disturbed your conversation, "hah! Sorry, mind if we joined you for lunch?"

"Hi, Mirio!" Karina smiles back, "sure! The more the merrier." She ignores her twin brother's protesting grumbles, "[name], this is Mirio, he's my collaboration partner this term."

Behind the broad blond pokes out a recognisable head of wavy aquamarine hair, and Kaori grumbles even more, sinking low into his seat with a grumpy frown.

"Oh, hey! Kaori!" The girl gasps happily, bounding over to steal the seat beside him, "what a coincidence, huh?" She giggles.

The dark haired male rolls his eyes, "More like a curse..."

She turns to you, ignorant to his brooding, "Hihi~ I'm Nejire Hado! How cool! Kaori and I were partnered up too! Oh, and that's Tamaki Amijiki!"

When a familiar head of indigo hair is forcibly thrust into the centre of attention, your face erupts with warmth and an ecstatic smile quickly crosses your lips. You perk up in your seat with a gasp, though you swiftly silence yourself and instead give an aggresively friendly wave.

The elf eared student only really glances up at the table briefly before his nerves get the best of him, and his back hunches lower. He sends an acknowledging nod in your direction though, and your heart skips a beat.

Karina looks at you worriedly at your sudden silence, though your excitement is extremely palpable. She can practically see the giddy flowers dancing around you. Kaori couldn't care less.

"Oh, [name], do you already know Amijiki-san?" You nod frantically, and that's when it clicks for her. Karina's mouth drops and the looks between you and the former, and her eyebrows raise in understanding.

"A-Ah..! He's your project partner?"

"Wow! What a coincidence, huh?" Mirio gasps, bouyed by the revelation, "we promise to do our very best!"

"Us too!" Karina fist pumps the air, you copying with a happy mhmph! Nejire giggles, leaning in to participate while Amajiki trembles in the corner.

Kaori rolls his eyes at the amount of sunshine in the group, "riiiight..."

Over the following weeks, your school and U.A. continue to work together, occasionally switching partners in combat training to simulate on-sight collaboration with other heroes you'd meet on field.

Though for the majority, you worked with Amajiki. He's strong, incredibly so.

His usual demeanour would've had you underestimating him if you hadn't been paying attention. But particularly since he was your soulmate, you knew he was powerful from the get go. You want to be just as strong.

You like being around Amijiki; he's quiet, but he's very observant. He doesn't really talk to you all that much outside of training, though sometimes you tail him around break time and he doesn't seem to mind.

That, or he's too scared to tell you off.

Hm.

He cares though! Like that one time where you were sparring Mirio, you were awed by the the power of his quirk--the power that he gave his quirk, and simultaneously overwhelmed by it. You were fired up from the challenge, determination burning in your eyes, and you spent the remainder of the day pushing yourself.

That same energy pushed you throughout that week, and by the end of it, you were burning yourself out. You didn't let it stop you though, testing the limits of both your quirk and physical capabilities even when others retired for the day.

You hardly gave your bruises the time to heal, only slapping on a salve when you let yourself have a water break before getting back to it again.

In-class training had you beaming beside him as you worked together, though he noticed you tanking too much all at once.

Eventually, he mustered up the courage to look you in the eyes with a fearsome glare and sat you down with some mineral water and tasty snacks from his vest. Then he deflated and apologised in a panic before scurrying off to get Recovery Girl to see you before you moved.

You repaid him in a flurry of grateful bows and a bag of some of your favourite treats that you forcefully thrust into his hands before running off.

You never directly spoke to him, knowing you often had a hard time controlling your volume. So, you settled for vast, obvious movements--like a big game of charades.

You made sure to keep this up at lunchtimes too, where you'd talk boisterously with the twins before immediately silencing yourself as soon as Amajiki came into your sights. And you'd always greet him with an elated smile and a frantic wave.

Mirio and Nejire are quick to catch on to your switch ups, where you happily explain: "Amajiki-kun doesn't like a lot of loud noises, so I've been practicing on quieting down."

They looked rather confused while you hummed, unbothered, and then excused yourself to brush up on your training. You didn't think anything of it, they're his friends after all! Of course he doesn't mind them being loud.

Besides, he's warming up to you now! Just, slowly.

Very slowly.

By the end of the term, most of your energy has dwindled, and the signature light in your eyes has hazed over.

You've immersed yourself in your training, tossing yourself into the throes of it all with minimum breaks as a means to extend your limits. With every new task, you volunteer to be the first. When there's a new optional training segment, you're up at the crack of dawn, rearing to go.

Your drive has always been phenominal, but it's gotten dangerously extensive.

"[name]?" Mirio and Amajiki spot you on training ground B way before the day's classes even begin. You perk up at the sound of your name, seeing them in turn and grinning widely, waving them an obnoxious greeting.

Mirio smiles back, though Amajiki's brows crinkle upward worriedly.

"The day's barely started yet, you know? You're here early."

You can't help but give Mirio a sheepish grin and a shrug, your skin glossed over with a thin layer of sweat from exertion.

"...Have.. have you eaten yet?" Amajiki's quiet question has your gaze snapping towards him; he doesn't flinch away this time. You beam inwardly at that.

You give a polite shake of your head, no, and then wave off their looks of concern with a fluid gesture of your hand--you'll pick up something later.

Everyone notices you dozing at lunchtime, your presence not as exuberant as usual. Your motions aren't quite as energetic, and sometimes you stare off into space with glazed eyes. Kaori chalks it up to an off day, and Karina reluctantly agrees.

But then the pattern continues, and your light seems to dim while your silence grows dull.

You look... sad.

It's nothing you won't be able to get over though! At least, that's what you're trying to convince yourself. Gradually, over weeks of silent pining, you've come to realise that--maybe, it's useless after all.

Since meeting Amajiki, you've done everything you could think of to get him to like you a little more.

While before you were loud, you're quiet now!

And everyone likes friendly people, you don't see yourself as someone mean, so you've made sure to be as approachable as possible.

He often startles at your sudden movements, so you've taken to bottling your energy and restraining your movements to more gentle, fluid motions.

Sometimes, when you smile a bit too brightly, you noticed he'd turn around or look away, so instead, you'd cover your mouth and crinkle your eyes--that way, he'd still know that you're happy without having to see such an uncomfortably wide smile.

Oh, and he'd get all red and uncomfy when you subconsciously lean into his space, stumbling over his words with a trembling frown, so you try and place yourself away now--you know he likes his own space.

But... he still doesn't seem to like you all that much.

Maybe the whole soulmate thing was a mistake this time around. He still looks away when you smile at him, and he turns away and shakes even when you sit across from him.

Amajiki will talk to you during training, but only really because he has to since you're partners.

You must just not be his kind of person, you think. You've always been told that you're a bit too much, so, you guess they're not really wrong.

Wow, you must look so silly following after him like a puppy, when he's clearly trying to keep his distance.

Amajiki is shy and quiet; he's determined, but thoughtful. He's powerful, but gentle.

While you're loud and shameless; excitable, but stubborn. You're kind, but impulsive.

Amajiki is everything that you're not, and you see that now. Despite your will to change, you'll never be what he needs. You think, he'll want someone who's more subtle. Headstrong, but understanding. He'd like someone who can stand strong, but isn't overbearing--someone who can calm his nerves and help him see the positive in things with a gentle tone.

You respect Amajiki. It's why you still refer to him so formally while the others have given you permission to call them by their given names. He hadn't given you explicit consent to either, so you suppose it makes sense anyway.

There's only a couple weeks left in the term.

You don't mind staying silent now, there's nothing to say. The light in your eyes isn't the same anymore, and any remainder of your energy only trickles into your presence.

You like listening to Amajiki talk. He doesn't say a lot, but when he does you like to listen. That's a perk to your silence, you suppose. If you were still as loud, you probably wouldn't hear him.

"Um, [name]..?" Amajiki tugs you aside after conjoined training in one of your remaining weeks, "a-are you okay? It's just, you've been... kind of quiet, recently..."

Quiet? That's a good thing, right? You perk up hopefully, though it shatters just as quick as it comes. When you look up, Amajiki's features a curved into a frown.

Right, nevermind. Don't be so stupid. You make sure not to look him in the eyes when you give him a carefully placed smile--not too wide, so it won't scare him away, but not too subtle so you look ungrateful--and nod your head softly.

"You-..-you used to talk a lot, y-you know," his shaky voice stops you in your tracks after you turned to head to your next session, "at least, you did more before I showed..."

Your brows pinch in concern at the hitch in his voice, and you look back to see him with a bowed head, nervously clutching the fabric of his hero costume. His shoulders are tense, trembling with the urge to run, but he steels himself.

"U-Um..." and then he glances up, eyes connecting with yours and he forces himself to stay. His pupils dilate, and he gasps sharply, lips thinning. He swallows anxiously, and then furrows his brows in determination.

"If I've done something to offend you, I-I'm so sorry..! But... I'm..-w-we're all really worried about you." Amajiki bows his head, resolve wavering and he's unable to retain eye contact, "and... I'm really worried about you... it's just, you haven't been the same, fo-for a while."

Oh. Your heart drops, so it really was all for nothing. You hum softly, looking off to the side dejectedly before deciding well, it doesn't matter anyway.

"I like you, Amajiki-kun," Your words have him snapping his head up, eyes impossibly wide while his left calf tingles, "um, I'm not... speaking too loud, am I?"

Your voice rings like a melody to his ears despite your nervous tone. At his stunned silence, your heart pangs painfully inside your chest, and you swallow thickly. Your head lowers, "sorry... I shouldn't have said anything."

"What?" The sharpness of his tone startles you, and when you look up again, shocked, and he looks just as surprised. He carries on nontheless, softer, though with an unusual firmness.

"You... why shouldn't you have said anything?" Amajiki looks pained as he repeats your words, "do you... you don't want--"

"No!" You interrupt, wide eyed at his doubt, "I-I just mean that, it'd be easier that way. And you wouldn't have to deal with such a noisy soulmate, and you could find someone you'd like-"

"W-Who are you to determine who I like?" He stands straighter now, his voice holding a certain finality that you find hard to refute.

I'm your soulmate! Is what you find you want to say, but the words die in your mouth at the hypocrisy of it.

Amajiki's gaze is fierce and unwavering, and you feel both honoured and fearful. This may be the longest he's looked at you for.

"You've known for so long, an-and were willing to leave me after this? Without me knowing?" He takes in a shaky breath, fist whitening with a grip exuding both his frustration and worry.

"You're my soulmate... m-my soulmate," he sounds awed at the fact, "...I've been waiting to hear your voice--for months, you know," his voice cracks, and it seems his courage has started to dissipate as his shoulders shrink. His cheeks flush pink from his admittance.

"I... You've been so friendly since we were partnered up. And, y-you get along so well with everyone... I got scared that you wouldn't like me because I was too... too quiet for you."

Your world stops at that. He thought what?

"I-I mean," he panics, "you were always laughing with your friends, an-and then we started hanging out and you didn't say much but you were always smiling, and then whenever you looked at me it'd make me too nervous, and when I get nervous I'm kinda sweaty so I look away. B-But then you started covering your smile, and I didn't know why, and then I felt bad because I wasn't seeing it anymore, and you started overexerting yourself so I got even more worried and then--"

"Amajiki-kun-" A bright smile had crept onto your face during his panicked ramble, and a familar red hue bursts onto his cheeks and he clenches his eyes shut. God, it's so obvious now!

"--and you don't even call me by my name," he almost seems to whine, pulling down the hood of his costume to hide. He starts trembling again, and you can't help but gasp before cooing at him.

"You want me to call you by your name?" Your eyes sparkle, and suddenly your light have been rejuvenated, "Tamaki?"

The male stiffens before slowly nodding, peeking out from beneath his hood with lidded eyes and wobbly lips. He can only make eye contact briefly before shying away--and it seems all your worries were for naught.

When you squeal and beam, clapping your hands excitedly, Tamaki can't help but smile. At the cost of enduring the attention your volume brings, he'd be more than happy to listen to you gush and spew about whatever.

Where he was once intimidated by your light, he now bathes in its warmth. And where you were once silenced by your own trepeditions, you now burst at the seams with unrestrained energy.

While you are loud, Tamaki is quiet; he likes to listen when you talk, and you are his voice when he cannot find his own.

Fate had not been mistaken.

It had just taken some fine tuning before you reached the perfect volume.

[marsreds]

*bangs pots and pans* the reason!! the "brotherly jayvik" reading falls apart!! is that brotherly jayvik hinges on parallels to jinxvi!! and those are there!!—"you're never gonna give up on me, are you?" and "after all i've done, why do you persist?" (un.well.)—and there was setup for it!! it could've gone there!!

(we see bits of it in s1 and we see the outline of something that would've shattered my soul—hey. hey. jayce doing what was supposed to be the fuckin. worst thing he has ever done in his life?? killing that boy?? bc he was encouraged by vi to do it?? hello???? while on the other side viktor expresses admiration for jinx's engineering on at least one occasion and like. like!!! imagine!!! viktor who is falling apart changed beyond recognition and jinx who is falling apart changed beyond recognition finding each other and idk!!! i'd like to imagine propping each other up into something less painful!! bc if jayce & vi are hurtling towards destruction it only makes sense to have jinx & viktor soar towards building!! but we'll never know!! bc the parallels fall apart in s2!)

so yeah, the jayvik || jinxvi parallels fall apart in s2 but you know what parallel replaces it?

or to be more specific:

like. i'm sorry but if you want want a relationship to read as familial then don't abandon your primary focus of a familial relationship that you were paralleling it to and then give it time-traveling, reality-hopping, breaking-through-causality-in-order-to-save-you parallels with the explicitly canonically romantic one.

[oh-no-its-bird]

recently, i've started to see things where tobirama is reincarnated as sakura or is sakura's "inner", which is really interesting. could i get your take on this?

Unfortunatley I don't actually know much ab Sakura's inner! I learned naruto lore via fanfiction (never actually touched any canon media, oops) and have only actually read like 3 Sakura centric ones, I straight up didn't even know Sakura had a multiple personality(?) thing going for her till a few months ago (and boy wasn't that a surprise)

I think Tobirama being reincarnated as her could be p fun!! But also I think I'd be more interested in telling a story where he just straight up reincarnated as someone not existing in canon, if only bc then he could also interact WITH Sakura instead of just being her

I find that a lot of stories that try to give Sakura agency just kind of toss her entire character out the window and start from scratch, which is fun and valid! But it's more fun for me to make direct, uncomfortable eyecontact w canon her and find increasingly stupid or chaotic ways to fast track that whole "character development" thing or at least find ways to explain why she's Like That(tm)

So yeah I don't have toooo much interest in Tobirama reincarnating as specifically Sakura or her inner, but I could be into a story where he just reincarnates in proximity to her and then see how they bounce off of eachother. Maybe as a sibling? That could be cool

If he's born a girl we can zap em with the trans beam on top of the body dismorphia of suddenly being a whole child, that could be interesting. The blatant sexism of naruto canon could also make for an interesting plotline if we want to actually get into that

I kind of like the idea of him not actually remembering his previous life, at least not in full. Maybe he has weird dreams sometimes, maybe he looks at photos of the Nidaime and gets weird feelings of dejavu.

I suddenly have a very specific mental image of him getting a scar on his cheek, where one of his tattoos used to be, and just staring in a mirror afterwards at this super weird feeling of dejavu mixed w a sensation of it not being right mixed w just general body dismorphia and aw fuck why does he feel like he's both a little more right and further from himself than he's ever been?

Anyways would he be born younger or older than Sakura? Older brother him is just super overprotective, often suffering from nightmares of sensing as Sakura and some unnamed "other sibling" of his dies. It could also mean he can interact with Itachi actually, maybe they can be emotionally stunted baby genius friends or smthn

But younger sibling him could make for a surprisingly compelling parallel with Sakura and Hashirama! Especially w how Sakura later goes on to train with Tsunade n stuff

Part of me wants to say he's still names Tobirama for simplicitys sake, he can just be named after the Nidaime or smthn. But also that feels a bit cheap even if it is easier, so at least for now we'll name him Tora

Him and cat Tora can square off for name rights idk

Tora speaking oddly formally for a civilian, and having the kind of respect for your elders that come from being a second son in an elder run clan in ancient Japan. He has an awful time trying to form emotional attachments with people, including but especially his parents, who for some reason never really felt like his

But also him having a super easy time being attached to his new little sister Sakura, who he refuses to see anything bad happen to ever

So Tora and Sakura's parents being like suuper traditional, which is why Sakura is Like That when it comes to boys (she's constantly being told she needs to find a man to take care of her) Tora acts as a good figure and role model in her life, so while she's still interested in romance like canon she isn't AS boy crazy and can do a bit of thinking for herself.

And then we can get some fun conflict between Tora and his parents, who unfortunatley don't get the whole trans thing and constantly insist he needs to either drop the shinobi thing and find a husband, or if he does keep going at the shinobi thing, use it to find a husband there then drop it

Yeah he's not doing either of those things.

(they find out he's friends w the Uchiha clan heir and immediatley get weird about it, all glowing with pride that he's "attracting such good potential husbands" n stuff (Tora is PISSED))

Anyways Tora being just alarmingly good at literally any jutsu Tobirama invented. Like, ALARMINGLY good. He has that first life muscle memory, which unfortunatley is NOT a valid alibi and he's about to get his ass beat for seeming to have reverse engineered secret jutsus he shouldn't be able to know.

It isn't HIS fault that just glancing at the flying thunder god technique that one time was apparently enough for him to instinctively understand how to use it!!! Maybe this "Tobirama" guy should have just been better at making his jutsu harder to understand, this is clearly not his fault

He manages to help avoid the Uchiha massacre by being friends with Itachi, the two of them both graduating early and at the same ages, joining the same team and then ANBU together and so on.

Tora being really strong and graduating early and all that only further motivating Sakura to be a super strong shinobi, just like her big brother! Maybe she and Sasuke can even bond or have met earlier through Itachi and Tora's friendship.

Sakura and Sasuke childhood friends agreeing to try and graduate early together just like their older siblings. Not really into sasusaku but Ill say Sakura can keep her crush on him but be actually normal about it via exposure plus maybe some boy advice from Tora (he's a shinobi, so if you really want to charm him, you'll have to beat him first)

She can maybe lose it with time (and exposure to him being a dumb cringe fail kid w his brother still around) and maybe go kiss Ino idk

Anyways, Tora and Itachi friendship. Shisui is also there!! (Love that guy)

They're dynamic is just emotionally suppressed bastard (thinks hes better than you) + emotionally suppressed bastard (knows hes better than you) + upbeat guy smiling at you as he holds a gun to your head

Shisui and Tora take turns driving the car as Itachi sits in the back seat peacefully eating some applesauce (he's just happy to be here)

They're gonna blow up the hokage tower for the good of the people 👍

They're on an ANBU team w Kakashi and Tenzo and forget about going grey, they're gonna make Kakashi's hair straight up fall out from the stress

Maybe Tora can move out of his parents house the first chance he gets, and then whatever place he manages to find can be a little safe place for Itachi. Itachi accidentally ends up almost moving in w him as things at home get worse and worse w the coup. He just stays over more and more and doesn't want to return home

Circling back to the "Tora instinctivley knows how to navigate Tobirama's seals/techniques" the most terrifying point of the story is when he sees Naruto's jinchuriki seal and realizes he knows how to mess with it

Uh oh!! Shouldn't have that information!!

Anyways take some doodles

(Danzo is "that jackass who won't let me look at the nidaime's old research" and Tora has a GRUDGE.)

[cringe6fail6star6]

Imagine MC just... really dense. Even worse, than in canon. U ask them what others see u as n they reply "Solomons replacement" which makes sense right? Now ask them how they see others "friends at best, coworkers at worst" n that MC does love devils. Even equally. But completely refuse to ask outright bc "that would be rude" and why? "Idk, they never asked so i never think about it"

MC u fucked them "Yes, but like,,, it wasnt bc of love, barely an attraction honestly. Usually just to keep me alive" MC who fucked u up like that? "Mixed signals"

Sure, most devils don't shy from saying these damn words(i luv u), but do they mean them tho? "Nah, u just miss Solomon, ill tell him u said hi, so dw bout it, I'll send him best wishes." Sure we fucked, but will all my affections be read as sexual? Will my hugs be read as invitation for more? Am I more than my body? Is there really anything but my body? No, there is not, u may proceed.

"Maybe they wanted to know more about you?"

"..." hmmm -> devils like Solomon -> I am Solomons descendant-> they got me here bc im Solomons descendant -> bc devils miss Solomon-> they know he can possess my body -> they wanted to ask if I could ask him to possess my body. Right, the conclusion. "Nah, Solomon isnt around, he cant possess me right now."

"????"

"Idk either man, people just think he can do it whenever. Crazy, i know."

What self? Oh right, self that died before my time! Mhm mhm, that self! Of course. Ah, no sadly no self before my time. Sad I know.

Yes, devils may think MC reciprocated, n they sure do, but they also think that they're not allowed to reciprocate bc it feels like devils feelings aren't for them, ya know? Like yes you love me and my body. But is it love towards me or who my soul once was? I'll take the love and give it back, but I feel like shit over it.

"So... i know we love each other, but just to make sure, bc i know youre dense. What are we?"

??????->devils need me bc of Solomons contracts -> love here is purely sexual -> all affection/love is sexual in nature in hell -> hes asking me about contracts n when we gonna break it. "Open ur mouth and we'll see."

Like there is logic behind their thoughts, but it's so convoluted it's easier to just ignore it n see all relationships as purely transactional and or platonic at best. Just helping a pal not to die, like blood transfusion but with energy ya know?

Devil confessed liking MC -> I'm loved -> I want to reciprocate -> friendly kiss on a cheek or forehead or hand or anywhere really -> devil get aroused -> oh fuck not again! -> it's sexual again, goddammit

MC who sees devils as parrots so they aren't allowed to touch like 90% of their bodies unless they want devils to misinterpret them. It's annoying but at some point they finally find a safe way to show affection and its all good now. Unless devils find out humans show affection differently and now MC has to survive devils misinterpreted views again.

"Pls i just figured out how to keep my interactions platonic/non sexual, dont ruin it for me" N devil just wanted to hug them bc ya know, it's non sexual show of affection in all realms n specifically humans. N now MC on the other side of the stick.

This stick of misinterpretation that let's MC keep everyone at arms length bc they really don't like sex or at least not all the time, and now devils try to move closer? Fuck no, I'm out.

[hatsbuckets]

Howdy! This is the start of the choose your own adventure series!

This will be a CYOA series, 141 xReader. Readers will vote on the choices made at the end of each part.

CYOA MASTERLIST

The goal is to update bi-weekly (but that may vary). So published part, one week for voting, next part gets published ASAP. I will likely have most parts pre-written before the voting period ends, just so that we don't wait any longer than that for the next part. This series will run as long as needed until the end of our story. This will run through, no longer than, the end of July/August. (School starts and I will be too busy.) (So about a 2-3 months long runtime)

If you have any questions or comments, feel free to send in the replies or my inbox! Or if you wanna be added to the taglist lmk.

Alrighty then

First vote, because you even get to pick this! (After this we'll pick some details about Reader, a la their job, role, etc.)

Going to make this one 3 days, just because we might have to work out additional details so

I'll LINK THE NEXT PART HERE! and update the post.

Mil Action: You’re embedded with 141—intel specialist, medic, tech support, etc. (we'll vote)—and everything goes to hell. High stakes, shootouts, betrayals, tactical flirting. (most developed idea right now.)

Dating Sim: You just got stationed at a base with four very different men. Will you fall for the soft one, the grumpy one, the flirt, or the mystery man? A combo? Or all four? Flirting, jealousy, some action, drama.

Fantasy AU: (least developed idea ngl, i've never played dnd more than two sessions this would be diff for me.) You’re a healer/mage/thief/royalty/etc. and end up on a quest with a band of dangerous but hot mercs. 141 but make it swords, magic, and dragons.

Apocalyptic: Zombies, radiation, or just societal collapse and the 141 is your team of survivors, and you have to make choices to keep everyone (yourself included) alive.

Supernatural: Ghost isn’t just a name, he might actually be a ghost. Or a demon. Or a cursed soldier. You’re on a team hunting monsters, and maybe you’re not quite normal either. idk

Time Loop: You keep waking up to the same mission. Something’s wrong. Can you trust the team? Can you escape? (this idea came to me in a nap dream a day ago.)

Regency: You’re a noble, knight, or spy drawn into a tangle of court politics and secret passions. Ghost is a disgraced general. Soap is too charming. Price knows more than he says. (Dating Sim but Regency/loyalty)

Sci-fi: You’re on a crew exploring deep space, caught between military conflict and alien threats. Ghost is the brooding pilot (KIDDING, it's Nik, or not, give G some credit). Price is the commander. Soap’s got cybernetics. Gaz is the weapons expert. (again lowkey dating sim but way more intense/actiony)

Mafia/Crime: You’re caught in a web of crime and power. One of the 141 is the boss, others are his enforcers. and/or One last job. You’re the planner or the wildcard they didn’t mean to recruit. Can you pull off the score and keep your heart intact?

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Hmmm okay I sat on it for half a day and have decided that the things I DONT like abt fantasy high webtoon so far aren't just me being a bitter fan of the og highly critical of an adaptation. It's still a little bit that though, so take this with a grain of salt.

- I have no problem with Riz being the main focus so far (I do think it makes a continuous plot easier to follow) but I really do hope we get more on the others. And I REALLY hope that the girls get actual attention on their backgrounds and characters? Idk, Gorgug and Fabian didn't get as much as Riz either but they got way more than the girls, especially Fig, and I will always be a little annoyed when male characters get more attention in action and/or fantasy stories. This is my biggest issue and the only one that I genuinely think could turn into an "okay no this is where the adaption is bad". Like, I'm gonna assume they either get flashbacks or new moments in the next few chapters (again I only read the free ones so far) but still. Arghfj.

- Kristen coins their party name by telling Daybreak she wants to hang with the Bad Kids. Since they'll all end up in detention eventually I'm sure we'll still get there and I'm not completely opposed to change but that is a pretty iconic line to leave out. I think if they get the name by someone else referring to them as such or if Kristen says it later that still works but y'know.

- I understand that a comic has to spoon feed the reader lore because Brennan can't just do it, lmao, but it does feel slightly out of character for the Riz we know to need explanations on how Agueford operates. Like, he would have done extensive research on it. This is very much an alternate universe/parallel timeline with minor differences situation and in this version Penny's only been missing for a week so he had less time to do research, yeah, but still. I don't think this is an inherent flaw and I do expect these Bad Kids to be slightly different than their counterparts, but yeah that bothered me a little bit.

- Riz's whole deal visually. I both love it because he's so cute and it's working on me exactly as intended and I'm also kinda mad that it's working. And I'm kind of mad at the fact it's a thing. He's a creature, he's a gross little guy. Yes the fanon portrayals of him are way more creature-ish than canon ones, but he is NOT cute even in canon. Look at his freshman year art and then look at this guy, insane difference. I get why they did that. And it works. It works SO well. Penelope's reaction to him suddenly makes perfect sense to me. This makes me so conflicted lmao. I understand that this an alternate version of him and not SUPPOSED to be the exact same but I don't think I'm gonna get over it, which is fine. Doesn't mean I'm not collecting screenshots of cute Riz. He really is squishable.

- Unless I misunderstood Fabian wasn't present when Ragh threw Riz! How will he The Ball him now? It's pretty easy to establish it either way (other people could call him that, especially on the Bloodrush team which Fabian will presumably try out for) but if it ends up not being Fabian that fully establishes Riz as The Ball (because let's be real, regardless of how persistent Ragh is, if Fabian didn't repeatedly call him that it would not have become his thing.) then I genuinely think that takes away from why their dynamic is fun! I am waiting with baited breath

- this is a minor thing but I wish Kristen wore shorts,,,like short overalls,,,,,,I FULLY understand why they didn't put her in tie dye I wouldn't wish repeatedly drawing that upon my worst enemy, and the corn coding IS pretty fun, and they DID keep her awful sandals. But shorts,,,,,my girl needs shorts for her summer camp fit,,,,

I do still find the webtoon enjoyable so far. I think liking adaptations of media you love is actually really hard because it'll almost never do it "right", but you kinda have to distance them from each other and go "okay this is the thing I like but from a different angle and that's okay, and I might be bothered by a lot of changes but that doesn't inherently make it bad". (Extreme example of this for me is death note. As an adaptation of the anime/manga the live action movie sucked ass, if you forget all about that it's a pretty good movie?? Obviously in the case of fantasy high the two are a LOT closer and this isn't a good comparison, but death note has taught me to at least try to view adaptations positively even if my first instinct is to be upset.) Idk, if they're the exact same then what's the point of adapting it.

So far I think it's a competent work, if flawed in some ways; the art is cute and some of the jokes (even the new ones) made me chuckle. The first 3 chapters were nice, I think this can be a fun thing to relive freshman year through and if it brings in even one fan that doesn't wanna watch two hour recordings of people sitting at a table rolling dice (fair) then that's really great! I'm curious to see the rest, but if they continue like this and give the girls their spotlight then I think it'll be pretty cool even if I'll always prefer the original