#also the i want to say it’s a ‘large’ notebook but it’s just a normal 1 & it’s nice i mean it’s not the full legal piece of paper size so it

[bibleofficial]

ok got a notebook so now i can scrapbook … it’s over for y’all

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Let's Talk About That

I saw the end when we began (1)

Psychiatrist!Avenger!Fem!Reader × Wanda Maximoff

Summary: You are the young psychiatrist for the Avengers, and you take your job very seriously, but what happens when Wanda joins the team, turning your life upside down?

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: legal age gap r is 19 w is 25, talks of death and grief, a bit of angst, therapy sessions

A/N: I had this idea for a while and wrote it a while ago, but spruced it up for publishing. I hope you enjoy it!

May 7th-10th 2015

The only sounds to be heard were the scratches of your pen against paper as you wrote down notes the old fashioned way and the hum of the AC unit installed in your office. Tony let you have a nice corner of the tower where there was sunlight and windows. You had gone with a soft gray for the walls, an L-shaped mahogany desk that had both a desktop computer and your laptop. Across from your desk was two couches and a coffee table between them with an assortment of fidget toys, a succulent, a handful of magazines, and a box of tissues. 

Everyone had been away on an important mission and normally you’d go with, but you'd been recovering from a previous injury, you still are when you hear a knock on your door, 

"Open." You let them know and just from their aura you can tell it's Tasha, but she's with someone else, an aura you don't recognize. You look up to find a girl with chestnut colored hair, and a dark aura around her. "Hey Tash. I'm glad you're all home safe. I'm assuming we'll restart our sessions?" You ask the red head. 

"Yes. We can resume them. Tomorrow. Today I need you to have a talk with this one." Tasha helps her into the room and gestures for her to sit down, Tasha walks over and hands you a large file. "She came from HYDRA, they had a lot of info on her, she had joined us in the fight against Ultron." Tasha tells you before lowering her voice, "She lost her twin brother during the battle. So maybe you can get her to talk." You smile at Tasha and then look past the red head. 

"Yeah of course we shouldn't have any issues Tash. Leave it to me." You tell her as I adjust your glasses, quickly looking over her file as Tasha exits, closing the door behind her, "Wanda Maximoff, 25, born in Sokovia." You say out loud as you walk around your desk to the other couch across from where she's sitting criss-cross. You take notice she's taken her shoes off and smile, taking note of the fact that she’s comfortable enough to do something like that. "I'm Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. I'm 19. I'm also an Avenger. I have a power that allows me to see auras and emotions. I can also influence people's emotions and use my voice to influence others around me." You tell her a little about yourself first to help make her comfortable with talking about herself.

"You're 19? How are you a doctor?" She finally talks and you can hear her thick Sokovian accent which is like music to your ears. 

"I'm very smart. Graduated high school at 12 finished my Doctorate last year for psychiatry and Tony took me in as the Avengers Psychiatrist shortly after that. Everyone here needs a little bit of help and that is what I'm here to provide for you." You smile at her as you open a fresh notebook for her, choosing a red covered one noticing that she was wearing Tasha’s red leather jacket. "So tell me a little about yourself. Anything you want." You ask as you jot down her basic info on the first page. 

"I love American sitcoms." she tells you first. You smile and look at her over your glasses. 

"Why is that?" You ask as you jot down her words. 

"We used to watch them as a family every night so we could learn English." She tells you making a smile appear on your face. 

"When you say we who does that entail?" You question the Sokovian wanting to get to the root of her problems. 

"My Mama, Papa, and Pietro..." She tells you solemnly. 

"Who is Pietro?" You inquire, looking up from your notebook. 

"He is...was...my twin brother." You jot down everything she says during your session and she does open up a little bit with some persuasion on your part, but that isn't unusual for your sessions. 

"Well Wanda thank you for opening up to me. Your aura is looking a little warmer from when you first walked in. How about you come back in three days for another session?" You tilt your head as you grab a little card for her. 

"Why three days?" She asks nervously, tugging at her sleeves attempting to cover her hands, but the jacket doesn't budge. She starts picking at her nails as an alternative, chipping the black nail polish further. 

"I like to have frequent sessions the first month. Then we'll have them weekly just like the others." You let her know and she nods her head as you write the date and time for her to show up on the card for three days from now. Standing up with her, "I offer a high fives, hand shakes, fist bumps, or a hug at the end of sessions. Which would you like?" You ask and she's thrown off a bit by the statement at first but then answers. 

"Hug. I could use a hug right now." You open up your arms and let her come to you. She ends up crying in your arms as you sooth her, letting her know it is okay to cry. 

"I'll always be here for you Wanda. I'm always on your side." You whisper to her and she holds you tighter at the words.

You sat back down at your desk after Wanda left, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within you. Empathy for Wanda's pain, determination to help her heal, and a lingering sense of dread about what HYDRA had done to her. But you pushed those feelings aside, focusing on the task at hand.

As the Avengers' psychiatrist, it was your responsibility to help your teammates navigate the mental and emotional toll of their work. Sometimes that meant delving into painful memories or difficult emotions, but it was a role you took on willingly. After all, you had your own share of struggles, and if you could use your powers to help others, then it was worth it.

You glanced at the clock and realized it was almost time for lunch. You decided to take a break and head to the common area, where you found Tony tinkering with one of his suits.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted you with a grin. "How's it going?"

"Good," you replied, sinking into a nearby chair. "Just had a session with Wanda. She's been through a lot."

Tony nodded solemnly. "Yeah, losing her brother and all that HYDRA stuff... it's rough."

You sighed, running a hand through your Y/H/C hair. "Yeah, but she's strong. I think she'll come through it."

Tony gave you a reassuring smile before returning to his work, and you took a moment to appreciate the camaraderie of the team. Despite your differences and the challenges you guys faced, you were a family, bound together by our shared experiences and our commitment to protecting the world.

After a quick lunch, you headed back to your office to prepare for your next session. As you reviewed your notes from Wanda's session, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to her story, something hidden beneath the surface. But for now, all you could do was continue to offer her support and hope that she would find the strength to confront her demons and emerge stronger on the other side.

With that thought in mind, you square your shoulders and prepare to face whatever challenges lay ahead. As an Avenger, a psychiatrist, and a friend, you were ready to do whatever it took to help your teammates and protect the world from whatever threats may come our way.

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Three days passed in a blur of meetings, training sessions, and the occasional emergency mission. But today, you were back in your office, eagerly awaiting Wanda's return for your second session. As you sat at your desk, reviewing your notes from your previous meeting, you couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy for her. Losing a loved one in battle was something you could relate to all too well.

Before you could dwell too much on your own past, there was a soft knock on your door, and Wanda stepped into the room. Her aura seemed a bit brighter today, though still tinged with sadness. "Hey, Wanda," you greeted her with a warm smile, motioning for her to take a seat. "How are you feeling today?"

Wanda hesitated for a moment before answering, "Better, I think. Thank you for... everything last time."

You nodded, understandingly. "Of course. It's what I'm here for." You gestured toward the notebook on the table. "Shall we pick up where we left off?"

For the next hour, the two of you delved deeper into Wanda's past, her memories of Sokovia, her time with HYDRA, and her experiences with her brother, Pietro. With each word she spoke, you could feel her emotions swirling around you, and you did your best to guide her through them, offering comfort and support where you could.

As your session came to a close, Wanda seemed visibly lighter, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Y/N," she said softly, wiping away a stray tear. "I didn't realize how much I needed this."

You smiled back, feeling a sense of fulfillment wash over you. "Anytime, Wanda. Remember, I'm always here for you."

Before she left, Wanda surprises you by reaching out and giving you a tight hug. "Thank you," she repeated, her voice thick with emotion.

As you watched her leave your office, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to help someone in need, to make a difference in their life, even if it was just one session at a time. And as you glanced down at the Power Stone embedded in your chest, you couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this was the true source of your ability to connect with others on such a deep level. But for now, all that mattered was that you were making a difference, one session at a time.

[luvvyouforever]

matchmaker, matchmaker - azriel x reader

↳ mor drags azriel to velaris's resident matchmaker, only for him to fall for her instead of his potential suitors.

↳ no major warnings apply! just some fluff and cuteness. not grammar or spell checked. sorry hehe

↳ requests are open! check bio.

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azriel and mor sat at a cafe table in the heart of velaris, steam rising from the tea cups in front of each of them. this was not an uncommon occurence by any means and the pair frequented the many shops and restaurants throughout the town. however, this time, there was an air of tension between them which caused their waitress to carefully place their drinks away from the edges of the table.

"you're telling me you won't even consider seeing her? do you know all that she's done for velaris, az?"

"she's just high fae, mor. she's not some prophecy teller that can see mating bonds between people. i don't understand what she could even do for me."

ah, yes. the topic of conversation was azriel's love life and mor was desperately trying to convince the spymaster to see her friend, the matchmaker of velaris.

what azriel was saying was true. she did not have some special power that allowed her to see the invisible string connecting mates. she could not look into her mind and pull out the best partner for someone. she just knew how to read people and how to do it well. she was responsible for a lot of the matches in velaris, even predicting nesta and cassian long before anyone else could.

"you're lonely, azriel. i can tell! you want to dance with someone at rita's and have a date to parties just as bad as anyone else. you just won't admit it," mor declared. her voice softened and she continued, "i want what's best for you, az. we all do. will you see her for me? please? even if nothing works out."

azriel sighed and took a drink of his tea which was still too hot for his mouth. damn mor and her awareness of the people in her life. and damn him for the way he'd give in to her so easily. "fine," he mumbled. "i will try. but no promises."

that next week, azriel came back from a trip to the mortal lands and immediately, mor was at the door to his room, badgering him about the meeting she set up for later that day. she declared that he could not reschedule or miss the meeting and that he should dress in something nice.

begrudgingly, azriel took a long bath to make sure he looked and smelled fine enough to get a potentially good match from mor's friend. he chose more "normal" clothing as instructed by mor and flew down to the bright townhouse fast enough to reach the door just as his appointment was set to begin.

she surely sensed him because before he even got the chance to knock, she threw the door open and greeted him.

"azriel, right? spymaster of the high lord's court," she said sweetly. "i am quite honored to have you in my home."

azriel felt too awkward for his own good and just nodded with as polite of a smile as he could muster.

"come on! come on!" she ushered him into her home which was brightly decorated in all sorts of eclectic decor, a lot of it being hearts and other love motifs. "can i get you anything?" she asked. "water? tea? snacks? wine?"

"no...no. i'm good, thanks," he said, quieter than he meant to. his eyes raked over the matchmaker, finding her to be a lot younger and more spry than he imagined. mor spoke so highly of her that he thought she must be ancient, having made matches for velaris since the dawn of time. she was also quite beautiful and the way she spoke caused some odd feelings in azriel's chest that he didn't like. his shadows noticed his attraction to her too as they whipped around his chest before hiding behind him, sometimes whispering things in his ear.

"suit yourself," she joked. she sat down on a large armchair and gestured to the matching one in front of her. azriel obediently sat down and watched her moves. she pulled out a frilly notebook from a drawer along with a pen. "has mor told you anything about what i do?"

"not really," azriel admitted. "just praises your name and forces her friends to come to her." the matchmaker laughed and azriel felt incredibly proud of himself for making her laugh.

"well, i just want to know a couple things about you. nothing crazy. just your inner thoughts and desires. and i take that information and compare it to other people and see what comes from it! simple, easy, and usually pain free but i have a feeling you may be a little more introverted than most." azriel shrugged in response. "so, my first question is what are your must-haves in a relationship?"

azriel fiddled with the hem of his shirt as he thought about the question. nobody had ever asked him that before and he honestly hadn't even thought about it. "um...someone who's nice. understanding, i guess. i have a lot of responsibilities in my job so someone who doesn't mind that i'm gone a lot," he thought for a second more. "what do people usually say?"

the matchmaker thought for a moment. "well, i would say my must-haves are patience, kindness...someone who's fine with staying inside," she paused and smiled, "definitely has to own some kind of awesome ancient sword or blade that i can play with."

azriel clocked her statement as a joke but some part of him, deep down inside, wishes that he had truth-teller displayed on his chest for her to see. he was patient, he was a homebody, he was...relatively kind. oh god...what was he thinking?

"all jokes, of course. but really, it's just anything you want in a partner. maybe you want them to be strong and abrasive and can hold their own. it's all up to you, azriel."

she moved on to the next question, which he was very grateful for. this one, however, was harder than the last. "what are you looking for here? do you want me to hunt down your potential mate? do you want something fun and casual? committed? i can do it all."

azriel felt like she was stripping back his layers, one by painful one. all to find someone he can kiss. this was crazy! and he didn't even know her name. "i don't really know, honestly. i...i guess my mate but that seems hard considering it could be anyone. i don't really desire anything. mor just made me come here."

she leaned forward and her big eyes seemed to look into his heart. "i know that's not true, azriel. everyone wants something. you have this...look in your eye that tells me you really want this to work out, that you want to believe in this. you just have to be open with me, 'kay?"

azriel let out a breathy chuckle. "how can i open when i don't even know your name or anything else about you?"

she thought for a second before nodding in agreement. she laid the notebook down on the side table and leaned back. "fair, i guess. my name is y/n, i have lived in velaris all my life, i enjoy pastries, reading, and tea, i started matchmaking as a silly way to keep my friends and i entertained until it started working too much to be a coincidence. i spend all my time finding love for other people but haven't found the one for me. ironic, isn't it?" she smiled at azriel. "there. does that make you feel a bit better?" he nodded. "good. now, let me repeat my question."

azriel and y/n continued their conversation, knocking out the questions she had prepared with relative ease. he felt comfortable opening up to her and being honest about his desires for love. he was completely unused to expressing his feelings like that but it came to him easily in her presence. the way she easily leaned in, eyes focused and gaze unwavering...it did something to him.

eventually, though, the questions ended and azriel knew he had to leave her home. he stalled on the last question, having her reword it over and over even though all she had asked was what his habits at home were like.

"well, azriel, thank you for answering all my questions. from here, i will start comparing your answers to other people i've met with and i will reach out to you with your first match up. you'll tell me if you're interested and if you aren't, we'll move on to the next!"

azriel panicked internally at her words which clearly signaled the end of their conversation. he rose at the same time as her but subconsciously placed his body in front of hers so that she'd have to step around him to leave the room. "so, do i come see you again at all? or...or is this it?" he cursed himself for sounding so awkward.

she laughed. "you can if that is what you prefer. if you want to talk about your dates and how they went then i don't care to. did you enjoy this a little more than you anticipated?" she joked.

he nodded and scratched the back of his neck. crap...crap, crap! he had to do something, right? she was single, she said so. but is it wrong to ask the matchmaker on a date? after she poured so much work into finding him a match? he thought for a second, eyes trained on her. in his ears, his shadows whispered encouragingly. this is it...come on!

"is everything okay, azriel?" she asked innocently.

"so i know that this whole thing was to find me a match but i actually really enjoy your time and i think you're beautiful so would you want to go on a date with me instead of sending me on dates with people that i couldn't care less about?" his words came out at lightning speed and he was pleasantly surprised that she understood everything.

a blush came to her cheeks and it matched the pink and red hearts around the room. "seriously?" she asked. he shyly nodded. "i'd love to. tomorrow night? you come by?"

he breathed out a sigh of relief. "yes, tomorrow night. thank you."

the two of them made their way to the door.

"so, no matches at all? not even helga down the street in the butcher shop? she's been looking for someone for yearssss," she said in a sing-song voice.

"cauldron, no. i want you." he was shocked at the confidence that leaked through his words. she blushed again and rose on her toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

"i'll see you tomorrow. tell mor that my services worked, if you'd be so kind." azriel flew off then with no intentions of telling mor anything that happened.

[thatdeadaquarius]

That language SAGAU but the Reader can only communicate writing on paper.

Either the Reader is mute and they (characters) don't know/understand sign language or they somehow lost their voices on their transmigration to Teyvat and can only write now. But the characters are left trying to decipher what the Reader wrote.

Examples:

Kaeya: "I may say, that was very unexpected your grace. One such as yourself should be more aware of who you are."

Reader: "wat, y u sayin dat?"

×

Gorou: "Oh, your grace! Careful now. I am most certain that you stepped on something unsightly right now. Let me clean your feet, your grace."

Reader: "r u srs rn? Fml"

Ooooo, this is nice, this is niiccceeee /ref

this would be the energy⬇️

Man I love this show, I gotta finish it (it’s Komi Can’t Communicate for those who want to see it) where she basically is too shy/introverted to speak (non-verbal neurospicy it seems like to me actually lol) and really wants to make friends and do normal things despite not speaking, her main way of communicating is writing (and her first guy friend who can just read her facial/body language really well lmao)!!

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them)

Planet: Headcanons-ish?

Stars: dashes/mention of most characters

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Reader/”you” are mute/lost their voice, & Trigger Warnings: None Known.

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This kinda falls into that post I made abt texting lingo, abt us being nigh incomprehensible when using texting lang. (its basically a code lol)

but i think it’s always neat to see nonverbal rep so here we are (also i think imma go ahead and say it is both selectively mute but also enforced by video game laws!)

u know a good explanation would be for this is actually abt how we technically are only allowed to freely communicate when we’re in chats,

so I could see that still being the only way we can commnicate in Teyvat (look am i little excited abt taking “video game world” a little too literally in every genshin AU ever- maybe.)

tbh i could see so many allogenes having to either learn to make room for you in convos and u also having to get wayyy more expressive in body language/facial expressions

tbh i think itd be pretty easy to get ur meaning, like in a battle or smth fast-paced where u couldnt write, like how Tinker Bell can?

if u dont know what i mean just search “tinkerbell scenes peter pan” on youtube and u can see ppl just having a full conversation with no words with her, which i think would deffo happen with ppl like Kaeya, Lisa, Lumine, Venti, Heizou, Ayato, Yae Miko, Thoma, Beidou and Itto surprisingly i could see it (ppl in the distance just think theyre all talking to themselves sometimes when ur not as visible hehe)

OMG they get u nice gifts for writing all the time, like the newest compact pens from Fontaine, the finest small, medium, and large notebooks from Inazuma,

like a little compact pocketbook so u can easily fit it in pockets!

u know Im absolutely sure you could literally start the texting appreviation trend in Tevyat like this-

like just so it’s easier to communicate with you, a lot of people are willing to adapt/take on abbreviations like “ttyl, gtg, wth, lol, lmao” even stuff like “etc”

lol u start a whole trend in the writing letters business, hehe silly medieval Teyvat is silly and medieval

yknow I think the quieter vision users would definitely find you to be peaceful to be around and easy to understand just with writing (also deffo most likely to adore the soft moments together of just ur pen scribbling and the sounds of nature or a cafe or something around them),

tbh i also think these ppl would be motivated to talk to you alone, or get you away to just talk the two of you for all the reasons above, like Xiao, Aether, Kazuha, Ayaka, Chongyun, Zhongli, Diluc, Sayu, Ei, Sucrose, Eula, Ganyu, Ningguang, Tighnari, Alhaitham omg he might literally be able to take his headphones off around u bc youd be in such quiet spaces all the time, and bc u dont talk he doesn’t have to worry abt u getting loud either lmao

…and then ofc, there’s the bitches that try and guess what ur writing ahead of timeeee 😭

bein all like, “Uh… you.. would like.. to go to… a restaurant… to get some- OH OH I got this one this time! Some pita pockets! …Oh. A drink. Right. Sorry, again.”

definitely Itto, Cyno, Heizou, Xingqiu, Fischl, Amber, Collei, Dehya, Wanderer, Childe, Venti, Keqing (she just used to being fast ok), Kaveh lmao

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I hope my reply was a little fun!! THANK U FOR SENDING THIS I LOVE THIS SM!! Man it’s so hard to make you feel my appreciation for this idea thru the damn screen

like how do i send a virtual hug

ANYWAY, if you or anybody else had an idea for celebrating 1000 followers lmk bc i am STRUGGLING with this same issue for that,

like how to make u guys feel my love 😩 ❤️‍🔥

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Safe travels ignihideous,

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♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonderss / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @chocogi

[odxrilove]

☆ SEVENTEEN AS PEOPLE AT SCHOOL

genre: highschool!au/uni!au

warnings: none

a/n: is this my official tumblr comeback ?? 😮

back to masterlist!

☆ SEUNGCHEOL

the leader of the “jocks”. he's the guy you see walking around school with his varsity jacket on– even if it’s in the middle of the summer. he’s the literal definition of the hallway crush, whispers and giggles being a regular thing he hears when he walks through the school hallways, hand swiping through his pretty hair. he often sits on the wooden tables outside instead of the benches whenever he and his friends have their little weekly hangout-meeting. always has a lollipop in his mouth and says it’s for the girls but really, he just likes sweets.

☆ JEONGHAN

the king of debates. if you sign up for debate class, don’t think you’re ever going to win if you’re up against jeonghan. he’s the reason why so many people left debate class mid year but the teacher is so impressed by him that she can’t force herself to kick him out. he’s also widely known for being the mastermind behind his high school’s senior prank. besides his maniac pranks and his broad knowledge of law, he’s actually pretty fun to be around and some girls who have had the pleasure to go on dates with him describe him as an angel– even after getting ghosted.

☆ JOSHUA

the class president. he’s a close friend of jeonghan and thus, winning the class pres’ election was easy peasy. he only presented himself as a joke but started taking it seriously 7 months in when the school planned to cancel the annual pajama day. he acts normal but he’s truly just as insane as his large group of friends. the grumpy math teacher is his next door neighbor and he once gave her leftover cookies and since then, he’s been her favorite student– and the only student she smiles at.

☆ JUN

the cat defender. falls easily asleep in class and is often woken up by his classmates after the bell rang. someone once drew a cat on a wall in the gym hall with a marker a few years back and when jun transferred to the school, his name mysteriously appeared under the cat drawing. in his second year, he got detention for a whole month after bringing a kitten to school and hiding it in his bag every day for two weeks straight– he was only caught because the cat meowed during a test and none of his classmates wanted to fake meow to help the poor guy out.

☆ HOSHI

the school’s dance machine. when the school speakers play music, you’ll always find him bobbing his head to the beat. he gets his notebook confiscated weekly because he prefers to write down possible dance movements and new choreography ideas than math equations and english vocabulary. he has a pretty big following on social media after a video of him freestyling at the school’s talent show blew up. he now uses his popularity to freely make dance covers at school, students avoiding him in the hallways when he’s swinging his legs and arms around.

☆ WONWOO

the school library’s only visitor. ok, maybe that’s a bit exaggerated but he’s definitely the only one going there willingly! the library stinks and there’s no wifi, plus some rumors are going around saying that the room at the back the of the library is the go-to place to fuck, and lastly, the librarian is a bitch– except towards wonwoo, of course. besides him being the librarian’s favorite, he once got asked to prom by a senior when he was a junior and every two months or so, someone brings it up and everyone goes crazy over it again. to be honest, if he wasn't so focused on his video games and books he would see how many people stare at him with heart eyes.

☆ WOOZI

the normal kid. what else can i say, he's just a regular guy. he goes to school wearing his silly baggy outfits and doesn't leave the house without his headphones on. he meets up with his friends and has lunch with them. he isn’t quiet but he isn’t talkative either, only partaking in his friends’ silly little conversations when he deems necessary. he gets normal grades and enjoys his silly music class the most. he’s on the school’s swimming team and won a few silly prizes during competitions. he’s been the subject of affection from a few girls since the start of school and he’s been on a date once. really, he’s just a silly little guy living his silly little life– what’s there to hate?

☆ SEOKMIN

the theatre kid. you either hate him or love him, there’s no in between– fortunately, no one really hates seokmin. he’s a loud student, his laugh often resonating through the entire cafeteria. he’s always been part of the cast for the school musicals, landing the lead role in his first year, something that had never ever happened before. the only kisses he’s had were during rehearsals or actual performances but he knows he has a large group of fans so nobody can really tease him for it. one of the school’s old students still has one-sided beef with him because seokmin ‘stole’ his role.

☆ MINGYU

the popular kid. he’s part of every club on campus, and has a hard time juggling football practice with the weekly sessions of the photography club. in his second year he decided he wanted to be an architect and since then he always complains about the school’s awful floor plan. people in the art club always go to him when they need a model because he has the Looks and actually knows how to pose. he’s actually very fun and the epitome of your rich friendly student who deserves to be crowned prom king. he’s known around school for mowing the lawns of his neighbors for free, shirtless.

☆ MINGHAO

the fashion police. there’s no better way to define minghao, as his judgmental faces have become an obsession for people on campus. he loves clothes and the fact he’s hoarding a drawer in his roommate’s closet further proves it. there's’ not one day that goes by where minghao doesn’t eat with his outfit, nails painted and sunglasses on his head– even in the winter. if you have to dress up for something, going to minghao’s dorm for help is the best solution. he’s rather honest, not hiding his disgust or love for people’s outfits. he was actually voted prom king (mingyu ending second) and was happy the crown fit the aesthetic of his suit. besides being an absolute bitch when it comes to clothing, his soft laugh does ease people’s nerves more often than not.

☆ SEUNGKWAN

the gossiper. or in better words, the head of the journalism club who’s in charge of the weekly school newspaper and news forum on the school’s official website. seungkwan is, with no doubt, respected by all. truthfully, he’s a good student, so teachers often let him write in his journal for new articles during class. there’s one unofficial rule though– you have secrets? do not share them with him. you can, however, ask him about other people’s business, and as long as you give him something in return, he’s glad to talk your ears off. you’re safe if you’re his friend though, because there isn’t someone as loyal as seungkwan walking down the school hallways.

☆ VERNON

the skater enthusiast. he always walks around wearing big weird hoodies, holding onto his skate and if it's one of those days, a beanie and some funky shoes complete the outfit. his skate is like an extension of his hand but does he know how to skate though? absolutely not. his friends now have multiple bandaid and first aid kits in their lockers because vernon never bothers to buy any but spends most of his lunch breaks trying to learn new tricks– and subsequently failing. he’s a sweet kid but a bit of an airhead, often bumping into people and staring at the people talking at him until he realizes the reason he couldn’t hear them was because he still had his headphones on.

☆ DINO

the school’s unofficial cheerleader’s cheerleader. it was truly a tragic day when the cheerleading squad’s manager got fired for fraud– not because of the money (duh) but because of the now lost cheerleaders. dino used to do gymnastics when he was young so in his eyes, he was their last hope. he was a god at planning cheerleading practices and events and in less than a year, the squad managed to win back their spot as number one during the cheerleading season. the school’s reputation was restored and suddenly all the teachers loved him. dying his hair blonde during a celebration party was the last straw for many– his locker would be full of confession letters the weeks following.

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[polycraftory]

Getting Started: Junk Journaling

So you want to get started with scrapbooking/junk journaling? This is a craft, like many others, that you can get started on with very little supplies! However, we'll get a little deeper into stuff as well for some additional tips and supplies that might be fun or helpful.

What You Absolutely Need

Scissors / Cutting Implements - If you can, buy a nicer pair of scissors for your own sanity, but any scissors will do starting out! Detail scissors specifically are really helpful. Exacto knives can also be helpful, but you'll also need a cutting mat if you don't already have one. This category is worth investing in because dull scissors are a nightmare.

Adhesive - ZipDry is designed for paper so it doesn't bleed through thin stuff and it dries quick and clear. Double sided tape rolls are also very helpful, especially with large areas or gluing a bunch of stuff quickly. This is an area worth investing in earlier! Thin paper and magazine paper will have bleed through with certain glues.

Notebook/Paper - Use what you have! If you, like me, have a million journals lying around, use that! As you get deeper in, you might find it helpful to specifically look for notebooks that lie flat when opened. You can also use sheets of art paper if you want to go more independent collage style rather than journaling. Watercolor paper/notebooks are nice because they are thicker, but you can use whatever.

Materials to Actually Cut/Glue/Use - Okay, here's where you really can do whatever you want forever and spend as little or as much as you want. You can cut up books and magazines you have on hand. If you have a printer, you can print stuff out! People sell really amazing curated mixed packs of materials (you can support some great shops on etsy doing very cool and niche stuff! If you are really on a budget, amazon sells some bulk packs as well).

Material Tip

If you don't have a husband that works in a mailroom (we are very lucky) and you don't have a lot of magazines on hand, try going to your local post office and dig through the recycling bin! A lot of people will throw out magazines/ads/catalogues there and you might find some gems. You can also get a free trial for some magazines and just cancel once they want to charge you money. Nic finds Vogue and GQ helpful for people. National Geographic can be helpful for backgrounds and animals.

Leveling up details below the cut!

Level Up

Slide Cutter - Make sure you get one with a replaceable blade! Super helpful for bulk cutting out big shapes.

"Okay, but I see people online with fancy stuff and I want to get in on that action!" you may say. Here is some fun stuff to play with!

If you see someone whose junk journaling content you like, you can also just reach out to them! A lot of people are happy to share links to the stuff they use and a lot of junk journalers online run their own shops/have affiliate links to the stuff they use!

Fun Junk Journaling Variety Packs - truly this is where a lot of people spend a lot of money because you can buy all sorts of fun niche packs depending on the vibe/focus you want to go with. You can also buy packs of quotes / letters / sayings. This can be helpful especially when doing character focused stuff. My wife really likes the packs from PengellyCrafts on etsy.

Washi Tape - People really like using washi tape, especially the transparent ones. These can be surprisingly expensive.

Transparent Stickers - These are fun because you can get a lot of detail and layering without intricate cutting. If you are careful with detail cutting you can cut the white border on normal stickers if you can't swing transparent ones.

Stamps - Like transparent stickers, this can add fun depth and layering, though with perhaps slightly less detail. The best part about stamps is that they are infinitely reusable and you can get all sorts of stamp pads. The downside is they are surprisingly expensive. You can even get stamps that help you make backgrounds like stars or wood texture. There are also "container" stamps like jars and bottles that you can put stuff in!

Embossing Powder - You can pair stamps with a glue stamp pad (or get glue markers) to use with embossing powder and a heat gun to create embossed details that add depth and texture. Make sure you are careful about what order you do things in when using heat!

Distress Ink (or Distress Oxide) & Blender/Diffuser - Make things look aged! This is a stamp pad you can use to make any paper or image look older than it is. Make sure you also get the little foam blender they also sell for application since it'll go on too thick if you try to use it directly on the paper.

Wax & Wax Seals - Wax can be fun to play with because it is both an adhesive and also adds dimension. Note: a lot of embossing or wax in a journal can make it hard to close a notebook.

Old Books - You can buy used books or use books that you don't want anymore for backgrounds to cut out words. Things like recipe books and encyclopedias can be especially helpful/vibe-y.

Fun Edges / Frames - You can get scrapbooking scissors or edge punches to add fun details and shapes to paper edge. It just depends on whether you like that look! Something like a simple round edge punch can be helpful.

Have Fun With It

Do you do other crafts, like painting or cricut? You can pair so many different crafts with junk journaling to make a cool multi-media piece. The most important thing to remember is to use what you have and have fun with it! Don't put off starting because you want all the bells and whistles or think you have to spend a bunch of money like the people who create junk journaling internet content! Create joyfully and lean into the chaos.

Please let us know if this guide was helpful and if you'd like a more specific buy list or tutorials on anything! We are here to help make crafting more accessible <3 You got this! Go junk journal!

If you want to see Nic's junk journaling, we are going to queue some in the next few days. Check our pinned post to find our junk journaling tag for inspiration!

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Hi, I discovered your writing today and I loved it. So I wanted to request the frist years with a partner who is gender fluid.

First Years With a Genderfluid Partner

Characters; Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt

Content; Genderfluid reader (I don't use pronouns though, since everyone's experience is different), fluff, crack, romance, some implications that strangers are rude but not in detail

Word Count; 600+

Author's Note; Sorry that these are pretty short anon (brain is being mean), but I hope that you enjoy!

Ace Trappola

He’s still a little imp, regardless of everything else. But he’s perceptive. He notices the small things; and he’ll reaffirm you as well.

“Huh, they’re not all that bright if they can’t see that you’re obviously the coolest person around,” he’d scoff. “I mean, my dad only allows me one gender- OW WHY DID YOU HIT ME?!”

But he would say things like that, but he does in fact think you are the coolest person around. 

He does take mental notes; of what terms make you happy (pronouns and pet names), what clothing makes you comfortable, and more. No, he doesn’t keep a little notebook, but he has it memorized. 

Deuce Spade

Always checks in to make sure that you’re comfortable; he doesn’t want to screw up, even if it’s something you may consider small. He’s just trying his best and wants you to be happy.

“Wait, do I call you my boyfriend, girlfriend, joyfriend, partner? I want to make sure that you’re okay with it.” He asks that question pretty often, since he wants to make sure that you’re okay with it; you always come first.

He learns more about your identity, only because he’s curious and feels that he needs to do so. Please tell him to put the books down and just come and hang out.

Well-meaning but a little too gung-ho. He just doesn’t want to mess up, but he also wants you to be happy. 

Jack Howl

The most normal of the group; he likes you for you and nothing changes really. He’ll touch in though, making sure that you’re comfortable.

He would let you (within reason) try out some hairstyles or makeup that you want to try out on him. He doesn’t really mind, plus sometimes it takes looking at someone else to realize that that look is indeed a look and a great one at that.

Jack is a pretty large guy, so if you’re smaller than him he raises a brow at you stealing his clothes. But if you’re larger than him? He might wear one of your outfits (he likes lowkey matching outfits couples do).

Super understanding if you have ‘blah’ days, and will let you vent to him. He may not have much to say, but he’s there when you need him.

Scary dog privilege #1

Epel Felmier

He would come to learn more about your identity throughout your friendship before the two of you started dating. May have messed up here and there at the start, but not anymore.

The accent will be coming out if someone is being rude towards you, and Epel doesn’t care if he gets scolded or not; no one treats you rudely and gets away with it.

Pomefiore also helps him understand that gender is a spectrum; nothing is wholey masculine or feminine, that they blur, and that blurring is beautiful. 

“Pardner” is one of his go-to endearments; you’re his partner (in both the romantic, but also if either of you feel like committing felonies).

Scary dog privilege #1.5 (scary like a very yappy pomeranian way)

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek definitely knows a few people who are genderfluid back in Briar Valley; fae live for a long time, so playing with gender is pretty normal. He commends you for being honest with yourself.

Now, he is putty in your hands, absolutely WHIPPED for you. You thought the praise he was singing for Malleus was bad? Well, multiply that by fifty.

But it’s quiet, not shouted. Yes, it is still obvious for anyone to see; the way he holds your hand and looks at you. You are the royal of his heart; his Monarch, King, and Queen.

Would be semi-awkward if the two of you went to a pride event; he just doesn’t know what to really do. He's having fun, just awkward.

Scary Dog Privilege #2

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[starysky1289]

Toxic!Soroity!Vanessa X Reader. Meeting.

TW: Drug Mention, Non-Con, Dub-Con, alcohol, toxic relationship

Note: L/N = Last name

The air was turning crisp from the Chang of seasons, you were bundled up in a fuzzy blue sweater your grandma had made you as a collage gift. The campus was huge, you had to speed walk to make it to your English Class.

You entered the large building, heading to your normal classroom, sitting in your usual spot, pulling out your books. You felt someone push behind you, and heard them settle next to you. The bell rung, and the professor walked up to the front of the class, clearing his throat.

“ good evening class. We have a new student in our class, but most certainly not new to the school. Ms.Shelly, why don’t you introduce yourself, I’m sure you don’t need one though. “

Your teacher slightly pointed up near you, looking over it was the person who sat next to your. She was a taller girl, with pale skin and thick blonde locks. She glared down at the professor, she had the iciest blue eyes you had seen.

“ my names Vanessa Shelly, I’m a Law Major, and newly elected president of Kappa Theta, surprisingly the only Sorority house in this stupid college. “

Her voice echoed in the hall, your heart raced, she was strong, intimidating, and beautiful. The Professor scoffed, heading to his desk.

“ it’s good we only have one, we can hardly keep your in control “

“ Watch your mouth. I’ll say some shit you didn’t even know where words. “

Vanessa barked down, before sitting down silently. The professor ignored her, and put the day’s assignments on the white board, it was just some reading and writing, nothing bad. You pulled out your notebook, and flipped through the pages, going back to your short story page, carefully writing your make it fluent.

You hummed, before feeling a nudge on your shoulder. Looking over, it was Vanessa.

“ so. What are we supposed to be doing? “

“ oh, we’re writing our short stories, do you want help with yours? “

“ oh it’s the free period here too? Sweet. “

Vanessa leaned back in her seat, and began to scroll through her phone. You akwardly chuckled, looking back at her.

“ well, uhm no. If you need help I’d be happy too- “

“ don’t. I only do shit if it’s important, like a quiz. “

She side eyed you, before smirking.

“ your pretty cute for a nerd. What’s ya name. “

“ O-Oh! Y/N, Y/N L/N. Why are you in an English class if you’re a law major? “

“ needed the credits. God you are gorgeous~ “

Vanessa held your chin, chuckling slightly. You couldn’t help but blush, feeling yourself grow hot.

“ She’s also my Star Pupil, so I’d be happy if you didn’t infect her “

The professor called up. Embarrassed, you tried to pull back, but Vanessa kept her hold, pulling you even closer.

“ Mind your fucking business asshole. You’re fucking lucky I show up. “

He didn’t even attempt to respond. Vanessa turned her attention back to you, her eyes half lidded, but glistening in the light.

“ Kappa Theta is holding an opening party later, anyone who’s interested to join is welcome. Why don’t you stop by, I’m sure you’d be a delight to have there~ “

“ N-no I couldn’t, I’m not into that stuff. “

“ but your into my stuff, i saw you looking at me..what, do I look good? “

You blushed again, and Vanessa laughed, letting you go. You turned back to your assignment, trying to write again. Vanessa slid you over a small peice of paper with the adress.

“ cmon, dress pretty, you’ll have a amazing time baby~ “

You nodded, finally able to settle down and finish your assignment you were already planning what you should wear, not that you had anything like she wore, but you’d make an attempt.

*~*

You showed up to the address,you could hear the music already blaring from inside the white and pink house. You tugged on your white blouse, and fixing your black legging, before knocking on the door.

The door swung open, a shorter blonde greeted you.

“ heyyy, welcome to Kappa Theta. Names Caroline. Who invited you? “

“ oh uh, hi. I’m Y/N..Vanessa Shelly Invited me. She gave me the address in our English class “

The girl turned around into the house.

“ Hey Nessa! Your English girl is hereee “

You looked into the house, watching as the tall blonde stumbled into the mud room of the house, looking up at you.

“ Y/N~ come on in, I’ve been waiting for you. “

You smiled, nodding at Caroline before heading in, wiping you feet and walking up to Vanessa.

“ hi Vanessa..I hope this is alright, it’s one of the nicest outfits I have. “

“ god don’t you look adorable, I love it. Cmon, you’re my special guest tonight, you can hang out with me. “

Vanessa lead you into the living room, it was a rather large room, two couches, one on each side of the room, a large TV that was playing some sports game, and a few coffee tables that you supposed had been moved around. Vanessa sat down on the larger of the two couches, patting the spot next to her for you to sit.

You sat down next to her, and she pulled you into her, playing with your hair while she watched the party. Vanessa was rather…handsy, but you didn’t mind too much.

“ do you want a drink sweetheart? We practically have every alcohol on earth. “

“ uhm, maybe just a high noon? I’m not too worried about flavor. “

“ HEY, GET MY GIRL A HIGH NOON “

You jumped slightly when Vanessa shouted into the kitchen, a red headed man came out and tossed you the can. You opened it and drank slowly. The room around you blared with music, and lights flashed. It was rather overstimulating, but you stayed quiet. Suddenly, a girl walked up to you two, fidgeting akwardly.

“ h-hey Vanessa do you..got it? “

“ how much you got? “

Vanessa rustled through her purse, the girl infront of you pulled out a wad of cash.

“ Y/N will you count that for me real quick please? “

You nodded, taking the cash, counting quickly, it was all one’s.

“ 50 bucks. “

“ you fucking with me Cindy? “

You looked back up at the girl, Cindy. Her eyes pleaded, you where concerned on what they where taking about, and what she was even trying to buy.

“ your lucky I got a little something. But next time it won’t be this cheep. “

Vanessa tossed a very small bag to Cindy, you could see a loose white powder inside and gasped. When the girl left, you stared at Vanessa.

“ was that crack? “

“ yeah. “

“ You a law major?? Trying to be a lawyer?? “

Vanessa held your chin again, giving you that smile you fell for before.

“ don’t worry about it, no one ever finds out…cmon..relax, it’s a party after all. “

You went quiet, drinking your alcohol again. A horde of girls led into the living room by Caroline,you felt Vanessa grip on your shoulders tighten, and you could see here eyes darken.

“ Vanessa, these…lovely..group of ladies wish to enlist in our lovely sorority. “

“ I see…well..what brings you all to join? “

The girls chuckled amongst themselves, pushing one up to talk for them.

“Well, we just wanna fully enjoy college life, so why not join The Soroity. Is there some initiation or something? “

Vanessa chuckled, standing up. Your stomach twisted with what she’d do, but she seemed so polite, she wouldn’t hurt them, right?

“ yeah, here. “

Vanessa lead the girls into the kitchen, you quickly got up and follow them. Vanessa bent down behind her kitchen island, pulling out 4 bottles of scotch.

“ if yall can finish these off without cheating, you can join. Bailey, make sure you watch them. Let’s go sweetheart “

Vanessa’s tone was harsh, and you followed her back to the couch, sitting with her again. You stomach twisted at the thought of drinking that much scotch.

“ are you gonna make me do that? “

“ no, never! You’re my honorary member, besides, those girls won’t get past the second bottle. No one ever does. Well, no freshman does. “

Vanessa wrapped her arm around you shoulder, her other hand on your thigh. You hated to admit it, but you liked her, she was gorgeous, and she clearly liked you. You never let anyone touch you as much as she was touching you.

“ soo…Y/N…have you ever..been touched? “

Vanessa asked softly, making small circles with her finger nail on your thighs. You chuckled, glancing off.

“ no..n-not by someone else…”

“ but have you touched yourself~? “

You felt embarrassment rush through your veins, you gripped your blouse again, before letting yourself nod.

“ w-when my roommate’s not home..”

“ yeah? What do you do? You seem like you love a bit of grinding~ “

You squeezed your legs together, burring your face in your hands. You hated this feeling, but it burned in your stomach, it made you feel something, and you’ve never felt like it before.

“ aww..don’t be flustered beautiful…I haven’t had anyone else touch me either, only my own two fingers..and maybe a toy or two~ “

She pulled you closer to her, sitting you on her lap. She traced her fingers up and down your waist, eyeing your chest.

“Cmon…tell me beautiful~ “

“ I-i..I grind on my pillow when my roommate’s not there…sometimes I just m-m…masterbait..”

“ fuck..”

Vanessa pulled you in and kissed you deeply, running her fingers messily through your hair. You pulled back quickly, your heart raced from the rush of the kiss.

“ come on baby…you know you want it…I can take such good care. “

You contemplated the options, you hadn’t had such a feeling ever. You pushed yourself back into her, kissing her gently. She smirked, gripping your hips as she kissed you harder.

“ how about me and you head upstairs…let me take care of that body of yours…”

You only answered in a nod, and Vanessa was dragging you through the living room, and up the stairs. She lead you into the her room, it was painted pink, with a large bed in the middle. A white vanity was on one side, and a large cabinet on the other side, along with posters and other things around the room. She pushed you into the bed, pulling off your blouse and tossing it aside. She pulled your bra off aswell, putting it specifically on her vanity.

“ fuck..look at those tits…”

She began to fondle you, dragging her thumbs gently across each nipple. You whimpered slightly, and she laughed

“ don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you…”

She turned around and stripped off her top and bra, tossing them both near your blouse. She began to work down her skirt, before stopping, turning to you.

“ you wanna help me get these off~? “

You quickly nodded, reaching up to the waistband and slowly pulling them down, admiring her panties. She chuckled, teasingly playing with her waistband.

“ cmon L/N…these too “

You pulled them down at her, practically panting at the sight of her pussy only a few inches from your face.

“ good girl~ now let me get yours. “

Vanessa pushed you down, pulling off your leggings and panties at once. She put your panties ontop of your bra, and threw the leggings aside. Finally, you two sat in the silence of the room, starting at eachothers nude bodies.

“ well, I won’t waste anymore time. Sit still. “

Vanessa turned, digging through her vanity. You watched her grab something, and slide something up her legs. She turned around, she wore a bright pink strap. You blushed profusely, looking away entirely. Vanessa pushed you down, and kissed up your neck, biting down on your shoulders and leaving hickeys on every open part of your skin from your neck down.

“ oh so beautiful…god I’ll enjoy this…”

“ n-Nessa please be gentle…I-I’ve never taken something like this. “

She quickly covered your mouth with her palm, growling into your ear.

“ stay fucking quiet, your mine right now…the only noises I want to hear coming from you are moans. “

Vanessa held your legs open, dragging the tip through your folds, before plunging in. You let out a moan of pleasure, and immediately gripped the bedsheets. Vanessa thrusted into you, her pelvis hitting you with a wet slap.

“ god..for a fucking virgin you sure are soaking. .”

She hooked your legs over her shoulders, and thrusted into you harder, keeping her steady pace while also ruining you. Tears had already began to swell in your eyes, the size was ripping you apart, your moans were practically screams of pleasure mixed with pain.

“ v-Vanessa! Oh god I-it hurts!! I can’t do this..I can’t please s-stop! “

She ignored you, instead thrusting into you harder, faster, deeper. Her fingers gripped your waist, leaving dark bruises from the pressure, her nails leaving marks just above the bruises.

“ Fuck. Fuck your good. God you..pathetic fucking whore …”

“ Vanessa p-please!! I can’t do this please please please stop!! I can’t I can’t do this “

You felt the sting of a slap on your ass, and with a few finally aggressive thrusts, you cum. Your moans are ruined, you can hardly control your own breathing. She pulled out for a moment, panting, before grinding through your folds again.

“ n-no…please n-not again…”

“ you won’t even feel it after your third round..now be a good girl for me and shut up. “

And with a single thrust, you were moaning again, gripping to the sheets again, looking up at the face who only moments ago was looking at you with such love. It was going to be a long night.

*~*

The sun peaked through the blinds, and made you awake. You shot up, panting, holding the covered over your nude body. You could hardly remeber last night, only that you had to of been 6 rounds deep before you were absolutely screaming for her to stop. Vanessa was stil asleep next to you. You got up quickly, grabbing your phone from your leggings pocket, you missed two of your classes already, and actively late in English.

“ fuck fuck I’m dead- I’m dead- “

You turned to grab your undergarments from the vanity, but they were missing, she must of moved them somewhere. You didn’t have time to deal with that, you slowly slid the leggings and blouse back on. You could still see hickeys and bruises around you neck, you quickly turned to her cabinet, digging through and grabbing the first full hoodie you could find, throwing it on. You then slid your shoes on, and dashed out the front door, not even caring to look back.

You ran down through the campus, skidding into your English class, moments too late. The dismissal bell had rung, you had missed one of your most important classes.

“ Ms L/N. I wasn’t to shocked to see you missed. I already emailed your other professors and said you had slept in late and had gotten sick, sit. “

Your professor spoke, point towards the chair near his desk. You sat, guilt ate at you like a dog who hadn’t been fed in days.

“ you went to that party, didn’t you. “

“ she wanted me to…I didn’t know what was going to happen. “

“ what did happen, Ms L/N. “

You stayed quiet. You didn’t know what she’d do if you told, but you didn’t want to find out.

“ we know what happens. I will tell you now, Ms L/N. She is a parasite, and she has latched on. You need to stop seeing her if you have any chance off successfully graduating in three years “

“ but I just missed today! And trust me I’m really sorry, but it won’t happen again, I promise! “

Your professor stood up sighing, heading towards the door to let you go.

“ you have a bright future, don’t let her ruin it. Have a good day Y/N, you are excused from the rest of the classes. “

You got up and walked out, she couldn’t be that bad, right? Sure, she was a bit aggressive last night, but she was drunk and into it.

You made your way back to your dorm room, stopping suddenly, Vanessa and another girl stood infront of the dorm building chatting. She must of woke up when you left earlier.

“ Oh, Y/N, there are are…in my 80 dollar hoodie. “

You went quiet, trying to walk through them. She grabbed you by the hood, pulling you into her.

“ you took my virginity last night, i think the hoodie is a good trade off. “

You mutter, they both burst out laughing. Vanessa held your face, kissing you gently, you felt her put something around your wrist. Looking down, it was a bright pink scrunchie

“ here you go~ now you’ll wear this everywhere you go, and everyone will know your mine~ “

“ y-yours? “

“ well yeah. You’re my pretty little girlfriend now..we’re going out to lunch later so I can show you off to everyone…you’ll be good and come, won’t you~? “

You swallowed the air in your lungs, and nodded. Vanessa smirked, and let you go. You hurried to your dorm room, and threw off the hoodie. The scrunchie felt like a chain on your wrist. You were hers, like she said last night.

You’d make it work. Shed get better, everything would be alright.

[heli-writes]

Seven summers, part 2.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!reader

Summary: Every summer, Draco and y/n meet. First, by pure coincidence, then intentionally. Unbeknown to Draco, y/n's a muggle who has no clue he's a wizard. With the rise of the dark lord, how long can this go well?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Fourth summer

Y/n's giddy and excited. Today's the day she's been waiting for all year. She's meeting Draco today! They exchanged letters all year. Draco even sent her a package for Christmas. It was filled with a pink bottle of ink that glows in the dark and a notebook that makes her doodles move after she's finished them. Y/n presses the notebook to her chest bouncing up and down on her heel. Over the year, Draco told her a lot about all the magical things that happen at Hogwarts. Y/n spends half her year dreaming about the magic castle and even more time about Draco in it. It's fair to say she developed a crush. The only problem is that she hasn't found a way yet to tell Draco she's not a witch. She drafted about a hundred letters in which she tried to explain the misunderstanding. She never was satisfied with any of them. They all ended up being thrown into the trash. Her developing crush did not help much in finding the right words. She's excited about today but also a bit afraid. She hasn't decided yet whether (or how) to tell Draco about the whole not-being-a-witch thing. She's afraid he won't take it very well.

Draco and her agreed to meet at the entrance of Diagon Alley. However, y/n decided that she would talk Draco into spending the day in the normal world. He's shown her his world last summer and this summer she wants to show him hers. Also, she hopes it will change his opinions on muggles a little bit. Just enough, to make it easier for her to tell him the truth.

Suddenly, y/n hears a loud "Y/n! Over here!" behind her. Draco stands on the other side of the street. He's wearing a black shirt over an equally black pair of pants. His hair got longer, y/n notices. Draco has one hand in his pocket and the other one waves at her. Draco lets a car pass and crosses the street. He's got an equally big smile on his face as y/n. "Hey.", y/n says almost breathlessly. For a moment, both don't really know what to say but when their eyes meet, they both have to laugh at the awkward situation. "C'mer!", y/n says and opens her arms. Draco steps into them more confidently than last time and he hugs her closely. Y/n can't help but breathe in deeply. When they let go of each other she says: "It's so good to see you! How have you been?". "Good.", he tells her, "I'm just glad we're having summer holidays." Y/n nods agreeingly. "Oh, yes! I feel like this school year was a lot harder than the last one.", she tells him. "Yes, and don't get me started on these damn dementors.", Draco answers, rolling his eyes. Y/n smiles understandingly. Draco told her all about the soul-sucking creatures that guarded his school this year. "Honestly, I don't understand who thought it was a good idea to send these creatures to a school full of minors.", she says as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. Draco nods, then nudges her. "Enough talking about school. We did that all year. Let's have some fun today!", he tells her. Y/n gives him a bright smile. "Yes! Actually, I have an idea what we can do today. Have you ever been to an arcade before?", she asks him. "Uhm, no? Is that a muggle thing?", Draco asks confused. "Yes! It's a lot of fun. I promise!", y/n says enthusiastically. "Do we have to do that?", Draco half-heartedly tries to change her mind. Y/n folds her hand in front of her face and gives him puppy dog eyes. "Pretty please?", she begs. Draco dramatically rolls his eyes and gives her a lopsided grin. "Alright, but only if you're paying!", he teases her. Almost immediately y/n's hands shoot into her bag and she produces a large sack full of coins. "I'm prepared for that!", she announces proudly. Draco has to laugh at that. "Well, I guess that gives me no other option but to trust you.", he tells her and hooks his arms into hers. "Lead the way then!", he says.

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It turns out that Draco is exactly how you imagine a wizard to be like when it comes to arcade games, namely absolutely clueless. When it comes to arcade game machines like Pacman, he absolutely sucks. He gets frustratedly quickly and tells y/n offendedly that "the game sucks" and "it's a muggle thing so it must suck anyway". Y/n just can laugh at Draco's pettiness and switches them to more hands-on games like whack-a-mole and air hockey. Draco is a lot better at these kinds of games. He absolutely slays at the whack-a-mole game. At some point, y/n can just watch Draco's quick reactions with an open mouth. He needs some time to adjust to the air hockey game, but once he's found his groves he absolutely destroys her at that game as well. "Ha, who's laughing now?", he asks her triumphantly after beating her after yet another game. "Alright, alright.", y/n raises her hands in defense. "You've beaten me. You're really good.", she tells him. "And?", he asks her demandingly while crossing his arms in front of his chest. "And I'm sorry I made fun of you earlier.", she gives in. Draco grins and puts an arm around her. "Let's get out of here.", he tells her and tries to lead her to the exit. "Wait, what about our prizes?", she stops him. "What prizes?", he asks her. "Well, we can exchange these here for a prize.", y/n tells him while raising the tickets they've collected. "Let's go. I even let you choose what we get!", y/n says excitedly and takes his hand, pulling him towards the counter in front of the wall of stuffed animals and other knickknacks.

"So, what do you want to get? We can choose anything that's marked with a blue point.", y/n tells Draco while letting her gaze wander over the different prizes on display. "These all look rubbish.", Draco tells her with a distasteful look on his face. "Of course, they're all trash! They're arcade prizes!", y/n tells him. "Then why do we even bother?", he asks. "Well... they're keepsakes! To remember our time together today!", y/n tries to explain, "Now, what do you want? Uh... what about that dragon figure over there?". Draco pulls a face. "That doesn't even look like a real dragon. What kind of race is that even supposed to be?", he points out. "Uhm.. dunno. A fictional one?", y/n answers and Draco gives her an unconviced look. "Look, it's not about the prize, it's about... the experience!", she tells him and turns around to the man behind the counter. "We take the dragon. The green one!", she declares.

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"I guess that was fun.", Draco says as the two of them walk along the Thames. "It was, wasn't it?", y/n says and smiles. "I wish we could see each other more often.", she tells him a little bit embarrassed. "Actually, so do I.", Draco says and tries to avoid eye contact with her. Y/n giggles and hooks her arms into Draco's. Draco shifts his arm however and takes her hand instead. They both blush and look away. "You know... I'm around over the Christmas break. Is there any chance that you're around too?", he asks her. Y/n smiles enthusiastically. "Absolutely! This year I'll get you a Christmas present too!", she tells him excitedly. "You already got me the dragon.", Draco points out. Y/n laughs. "First of all, you won that. And second of all, it's something to remember me by until Christmas.", she teases him. Draco nudges her. "As if I could forget you. Plus, you are going to send me letters, don't you?", he asks suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Of course! I mean I need someone to tell me what Harry Potter is up to next school year.", she grins at him. "Well in that case, don't you forget to update me on Becky and her 'white trash' boyfriend.", he hits back. "Pff... they probably broke up again before the end of summer.", y/n waves the comment on her archnemesis aside. Draco thinks about that for a second. "That's kinda stupid. Why be together with someone if you're not serious about it. We'd be nothing like that.", Draco thinks out loud. Actually, he didn't mean to say the last part out loud. Y/n halts in her step. "We? As in boyfriend and girlfriend?", she asks with her eyes wide open. Draco clears his throat before quickly saying: "Well, um, yes. Hypothetically speaking, of course". Draco pulls at the hem of his shirt. Since when has it gotten so hot? "Oh, of course.", y/n quickly replies trying to hide her disappointment. Of course, he didn't look at her like that. Actually, Becky has made it abundantly clear this year that no boy ever would be interested in y/n like that, like ever. Draco notices her sad face. "I-i mean... it's not like I don't think you're attractive or anything like that.", Draco tries to save the situation. "You don't think that?", she asks confused. "Y-yes. Wait, no, I mean I do think you're attractive.", he clarifies. "Oh, really?", is all that y/n manages to say stupidly. "Yes, really.", Draco tells her softly. Y/n gives him a shy smile. "Thank you. Actually, I think you're rather attractive, too.", she tells him. "Even for a ghost?", the blonde teases her. Y/n slaps his arm and laughs. "Stop, I said that ages ago! Plus, I was a tad agitated, you know.", y/n defends herself. "Maybe, but there was some truth in it.", Draco says. "No, it wasn't.", she argues. "So my hair is not the same color as my skin?", Draco asks and raises an eyebrow. "Well... not if you sunbathe from time to time.", she points out sharp-tongued. "Man, I am going to miss your insults when I go back to Hogwarts next week.", Draco laughs shaking his head. "Oh, don't worry I'm gonna keep'em coming. Just keep looking out for that owl of yours.", y/n teases him. "And just 120 days until you can insult me in person again." Draco smiles back at her.

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Christmas after the fourth summer

Y/n loves the idea of a white Christmas. Snow softly falls to the ground. A nice walk through the town. Some last-minute present shopping. Then return to your warm home, have a nice cup of tea, and watch a Christmas movie under the blankets. Unfortunately, English Christmas is nothing like that. It's dark, it's wet and the city is too hectic and way too loud.

So, she's not sure why she agreed to go Christmas shopping with Draco. Right now, she is standing at the side of a busy street. Pulling the hood of her bright yellow raincoat a bit deeper into her face, she hopes to protect herself from the pouring rain. Whose idea was it again to come here during the busiest days of the year? And then during this weather?, she thinks grudgingly to herself. A lorry drives by a bit too close to the sidewalk and a huge wave of rain water hits her legs. "Great, it's in my shoes now.", she grumbles to herself while trying to wipe the dirty street water off her legs. Suddenly, the rain stops falling around her and her vision gets a bit darker. Someone's holding an umbrella above her head. "Hey.", she hears Draco say closely behind her. She whirls around and takes a few steps back, noticing just how close Draco is standing behind her. "Whoa, watch out, the road!", Draco shouts, grabs her arm, and pulls her away from the road, closer to him. Standing together under the umbrella, in close proximity, the only thing that comes out of y/n's mouth is an echoed: "Hey". Draco gives her a soft smile. "Nice jacket.", he smirks. For a moment, y/n takes a closer look at him. He's wearing a dark, fancy coat and a dark green scarf. All in all, he looks very sophisticated, she thinks. Meanwhile, she's sporting her yellow rain jacket and a pair of jeans that, thanks to the lorry, looks like she fell knee-first into the mud. Also, her hair got wet earlier and now sticks to her forehead like a wet mop. "Thanks, it's the latest trend among muggles, haven't you heard?", she counters back, trying to hide the fact that she feels embarrassed about how she looks like a toddler during his first stroll in the rain. "Obviously.", Draco grins. "Have you been waiting long?", he asks her. "No, not really.", y/n lies. Actually, she arrived half an hour early but she's afraid that would seem a tad desperate.

"So, we're gift hunting, yes? Who do you need gifts for?", Draco asks. Y/n swirls around, looking at the different shops on the street. "Uh, for my parents and my best friend Leila. You?", she replies. Draco puts his hands into his pockets. "My parents, I guess.", he just says. "Nothing for your friends?", she asks. Draco hesitates for a moment before saying: "I'm not seeing them until the new year anyways, so why bother?". Y/n shrugged. "Is there anything particular that you are looking for when it comes to your parents?", she asks him. Draco thinks about this for a second. "My mom would probably like something from Twilfitt and Tattings or Madame Primpernelle's.", he then says. Y/n doesn't know these shops but her best guess is that they are behind the moving stone wall. "Let's go there then first. I'm sure we'll find something nice for her!", y/n tells him.

Draco leads her back to Diagon Alley. Of course, y/n pretends that the moving bricks are the absolute most normal thing she's ever seen in her life. However, she can only marvel in awe at what lies behind the wall. The alley doesn't look like the last time she was here. Sparkling lights moved above their heads. The whole place looks so much more magical than before. Draco takes y/n hand. "This way.", he says and pulls her after him. Y/n is surprised at how casually Draco touches her but immediately wraps her hand around his. Draco pulls her to a clothing shop that reads "Twilfitt and Tattings". A woman in fine clothes greets them inside and looks y/n up and down. Clearly, y/n is not dressed well enough to be in a shop like this. "Mrs. Annesley, good to see you again. I am looking for something that my mother would like.", Draco greets the woman casually. "Ah, Mr. Malfoy. Looking for a Christmas gift? What a wonderful son you are!", Mrs. Annesley chirps immediately, completely ignoring y/n's presence. Mrs. Annesley proceeds to show Draco a range of different accessories. Eventually, Draco chooses a dark scarf for his mother. Mrs. Annesley rings them up and the two are on their way.

"Is there anything you want to get your parents?", Draco asks y/n. Y/n just shrugs. "I don't know.", she just says. She can't really tell him that she probably won't find anything for her parents around here. "What about your dad? Anything he'd like?", she quickly tries to change the topic. All of a sudden, Draco feels a bit at a loss. "I don't know either. I think I'll just ask my mom to get something for both of us. She knows my dad better than I.", he says embarrassed. Y/n thinks it's a bit weird that Draco has no real idea for a gift for his father. "Well, my dad likes cars.", she tells him. Draco gives her a suspicious side glace. "Like the muggle thing for transportation?", he asks in disbelief. "U-uh, yeah...", y/n stutters. Cars are so normal to her, for a moment she forgot that Draco doesn't like anything muggle-related. "You know, maybe cars could be improved with magic.", she tries to explain but feels like she is only digging a deeper hole for herself. "Muggle transportation and magic?", Draco says in contemplation. Y/n nods at him vigorously. "Think about it! Muggle technology paired with magic. Sounds pretty innovative to me.", y/n points out excitedly. Draco shrugs. "I guess. You want to go back to the muggle world then? I don't think we can find anything car-related here.", Draco proposes. Y/n is relieved that this time it's him proposing to spend time in her world. "Sure, that's a great idea.", she grins at him.

Several shops later, y/n got a model car for her father, a sappy romance novel for her mother, and a bracelet for her friend. Happily, y/n looks at the bags of stuff she carries with her. "So, what know? The evening is still young.", Draco says. "Oh, I know! There's a Christmas market at the square down the street. We can have some hot cocoa there.", y/n suggests. "A Christmas market? I've never been to one."; Draco remarks. "Geez, then we have to go! They're fun!", y/n says and takes his hand.

A Christmas market is nothing Draco's ever seen before. Little, wooden shacks stand next to each other in rows. The smell of fried food wavers through the air and strings of lights are spun between the huts. Y/n and Draco stroll over the market and look at what the different stalls are selling. There are lanterns with stars and glitter, handmade candy, and decorations for Christmas trees. "Oh, you have to try these!", y/n says and runs off to a chart at the other side of the street. She comes back with a steaming paper bag. "What's that?", Draco asks. "Roasted chestnuts. They're great. Look you have to peel them like this and... voilá!", y/n says and presents him with the peeled chestnut. Draco looks at the chestnut uncertain. He's not sure stuff that falls from trees is something that people should eat. However, he eventually takes it and tries it. "And?", y/n says expectantly. Draco chews on the hot and very dry thing. "It's alright I guess.", he says trying to sound approving. Y/n giggles. "You don't like it.", she points out. Draco has to laugh too. "Hell no. Why on earth would anybody want to eat this?", he says, Y/n has to laugh harder. "They're chestnuts. It's a Christmas market. They go together, whether you like it or not.", she replies. "Well then, give me another one.", Draco sighs dramatically. Y/n and Draco sit side by side eating chestnuts and watching the buzzing of the market.

"Oh, actually I got something for you!", y/n suddenly exclaims and starts digging through her bag. "Huh? For me?", Draco says flipping a chestnut's shell away from his jacket. She produces a little box from her back and presents it to Draco. Draco takes the box from her and opens it. "What is this?", Draco says in absolute bewilderment. "A tamagotchi!", y/n grins. "A what?", he asks. "A tamagotchi. It's a digital pet.", y/n tries to explain. Upon seeing Draco's confused expression, y/n takes the device and explains how to use it. "I've been so free to already set up your pet. It will bleep if it wants something. If you don't take care of it, it dies.", y/n states seriously. Draco looks at her even more confused. "But... it's not alive.", Draco says as if she's crazy. "Well, yes, theoretically, but...", y/n doesn't know how to explain the concept to him. "You just have to take care of it. Take it as a reminder not to forget about me!", she eventually argues. Draco grins. "As if I ever could forget about you!", he tells her. Y/n blushes and pushes the tamagotchi back into Draco's hands. Draco stops her hands from pulling back and he carefully strokes with his thumb over her hand. "I've got something for you, too.", he says quietly. He lets go of her hand and pulls out a satin sachet from his jacket's pocket. Y/n opens the sachet and pulls out a silver necklace. At the bottom of the necklace, a tear-shaped pendant dangles from the chain. An emerald stone reflects the Christmas lights that hang above them. "It's beautiful!", y/n gasps. "Yeah, well, I hoped you'd like it.", Draco says rubbing the back of his head embarrassed. "Help me put it on!", y/n says excitedly and hands him back the necklace. Y/n turns around and waits for him expectantly. Softly, Draco pushes her hair out of the way and pulls the necklace over her head. When he's done, y/n turns around and asks: "And? How does it look?". Draco looks at her for a moment. Y/n's cheeks are a bit red. He's not sure if it is the Christmas lights above them, but he's sure there's a twinkling sparkle in y/n's eyes. "It looks great on you.", he says breathlessly. At that, y/n gives him one of her booming smiles.

"It's late. I guess we should head back to the station.", Draco points out. Even though y/n doesn't want to go, she nods. They get up and make their way to the station. There are a lot of people at the station. Families traveling to the countryside over the holidays. Young people taking the train home for Christmas. And y/n and Draco amidst them. "It's been fun today.", y/n says suddenly feeling very shy. "Yes, it's always fun with you, actually.", Draco replies. Y/n has to giggle. "Oh really? Even if you lose at stupid arcade games?", she teases him. Draco gives her a sly grin. "If I remember correctly, I won a dragon.", he shoots back. Y/n giggles again. Draco takes her hand and pulls her a bit closer to him. Suddenly, they are standing in close proximity again. "I'm really going to miss you.", Draco tells her. Y/n gives him an encouraging smile. "I'm going to miss you, too.", she says. "You know, there's no girl like you at my school.", he tells her quietly. I bet there isn't, y/n thinks to himself. "Well, there is only one me.", she says nervously. Draco smiles softly and says: "Yeah, there is only you". Y/n and Draco look at each other. Y/n takes hold of Draco's other hand. There's anticipation in the air. Both know what's about to happen, but neither has the courage to make the first step. Screw this, y/n thinks and leans in. She curses herself when she feels Draco drop her hand. She almost starts to lean back again when she suddenly feels Draco's hand at the back of her neck pulling her close. Then, their lips meet. They softly brush over each other. Y/n barely can register the kiss. Her head is spinning and her heart feels like it's about to explode. Draco puts some pressure behind the kiss before he pulls back. Y/n's mind is absolutely blank. She's surprised that she remembers how to breathe. Draco seems to feel the same way, at least he lets out a ragged breath. They just stare at each other with wide eyes.

A loud voice rips the two of them out of their trance. "Train 512 to Westbury is arriving at platform 1. Please keep your distance to the arriving train.", an electric voice booms through the hall. Draco clears his voice. "That's, uh, me. Gotta take that train. Our driver is picking me up at the station.", he says. "Oh, uh, yes, of course!", y/n quickly replies. The train arrives at the platform and the travelers rush to the doors in hopes of claiming one of the rare seats on the train. However, Draco doesn't move a muscle. Y/n's gaze switches between Draco and the train. Suddenly, Draco pulls her close. "Promise to see each other next summer?", he whispers. Y/n wraps her arms around him and whispers back: "Of course, silly!". There's a whistle behind them and y/n lets go of him quickly. "Go, you miss your train!", she tells him. Draco takes another look at her, then quickly enters the train. When the door closes, Draco lingers by the door giving y/n a solemn smile. Y/n can't help but think that he looks a little sad. When the train starts moving, she starts jumping up and down waving.

"Merry Christmas, Draco! And you better be sending me letters until next summer!", she yells. People are turning around to her in bewilderment. Y/n can see Draco laughing and shaking his head before the train door gets out of sight.

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Gone Missing - Chapter 1

Okay so this took me way too long to write! I decided to try and write it in first person but also still keep it neutral enough that a reader could place themselves in the story? I may scrap this and go back to 2nd or 3rd person we shall see! Sooo let me know what you think! Only other warning I have is I didn't proof read this and quickly put it together.

But uhh essentially you're Adam's sibling and he's been missing for three days too many so you do what any sensable human would do and go to the police station to report him missing. Dectective Hoffman is on the case ;3

It had been three days. Three days wondering where in the world my brother, Adam had gotten up to. I sighed, checking my phone for what felt like the hundredth time today. Still no callback. Maybe Adam just got busy, I thought trying to reassure myself that he was fine. The last time we spoke he told me about some ex cop that was paying him pretty good money, so maybe he was just busy with that?

“I can’t do this anymore!” I exclaimed, standing up to grab my coat.

I quickly locked the door to my apartment and headed out. I needed to stay calm, but my mind raced with too many thoughts to grab hold of anything. As I walked and held my phone close; Adam had exactly 20 minutes to call me before I reported him as a missing person. I knew he would be angry, but I couldn’t lose him. He was the only family I had left.

The autumn air was crisp as I started to walk along the street. Cars and people passed by continuing on their way. Their world continued to move forward while it felt like mine froze. I could feel a lump growing in my throat as I pushed the door open to enter the Metropolitan Police Department.

The front was unremarkable dead. A small lobby with a few chairs and a main desk with an officer to greet you. Taking a deep breath, I approached the desk mentally preparing to deal with whatever bullshit these guys could throw at me. As long as they help me find him that’s all that matters. 

“Name and case number?” the voice asked.

“Uhh… I don’t have one?” I answered, earning a sigh and annoyed glance from the man behind the desk.

Normally this man wouldn’t have bothered me so much. I would just sass him back and yet I couldn’t bring myself to do that. 

“You don’t have a name?” the cop asked a little louder, gaining some attention from people behind him.

“I have a name, but I don’t have a case number.” I responded, feeling my chest tighten. “I… need to file a missing persons case.”

“Sweetie people go missing every day in this town, you sure they didn’t just dump you?”

Anger, confusion, sadness. Each one leaving as quickly as it came. I couldn’t understand how walking into a police station was such a problem. The man behind the desk examined me, seeming to want to say something else before another man in a suit walked up. The two officers exchanged words briefly before the man in the suit walked over. I clenched my jaw, I knew I shouldn’t have come here. I would have better luck finding Adam myself than trusting these people.

“Detective Hoffman,” the man called, extending his rather large hand out to me.

“_________ Stanheight,” I answered, taking his hand into my own. 

He had a strong, but gentle handshake as he gestured to the chairs in the lobby. If this had been a regular day, I would have been having to contain my emotions as I looked over the detective. He had the brightest blue eyes and a nice smile. He wasn’t ripped like other cops, but he definitely seemed to be in shape. I just hoped he could help me find Adam.

“I couldn’t help but overhear,” Detective Hoffman said, gesturing towards the front desk. “What makes you think someone is missing?”

“I don’t think anyone is missing. I know my brother Adam is missing. We talk everyday and now I can’t get in touch with him,” I huffed, my annoyance starting to grow as the detective nodded, pulling a notebook out of his pocket.

“Adam huh? How long has it been since you spoke? Could he just not have his phone?” he asked, earning a glare from me.

“It’s been three days. Look, I know he’s missing. We talk everyday. And one of your officers hired him to follow some doctor--” I snapped before he cut me off.

“One of our officers?” 

“Yes! Some old guy-- Bob Tapp? I think?” I exclaimed, mentally kicking myself for not getting the name when Adam had originally told me.

“Detective Tapp? But he’s dea--” the original guy from the desk started to say before Hoffman cut him off.

“All the more reason to take their information,” he said sharply.

“D-dead?” I stammered, my eyes widening. “No, you have to be mistaken, Adam just got hired by this guy.”

Everything around me felt like it was spinning. If the guy that hired Adam was dead-- no Adam couldn’t be dead. My thoughts grew louder and I couldn’t focus. Time seemed to freeze. I could feel tears filling my eyes before I felt a strong, but firm touch on my shoulder bringing me back to reality for a moment.

“Hey, I need you to calm down. We will do everything we can to find your brother,” Hoffman said firmly.

“He can’t die,” I whispered, trying desperately to stop the flood gates trying to open. “He’s… the only family I have left.”Hoffman’s face softened briefly and he nodded like he understood what I felt. I needed to calm down. I needed to give him the information. But I also desperately needed to go out and start my own search. It felt like the wind had been knocked from beneath my sails and yet all I could do was focus on one singular thought: Adam could be in serious danger.

[turtlesundaes]

MARCH FOR RAPH DAYS TEN, ELEVEN AND TWELVE !!!!

Completely copied and pasted from my notes so you guys can have some cringe ramblings :>

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SO… WE ALL REMEMBER MARCH FOR RAPH…

And I sort of got grounded…ish..

So instead of actually doing the prompts like we’d normally do- (drawing, writing, etc.) -we will rant about the topic instead because depression sucks but I still really want to do this !!! :>

I will be letting my mind wander so I will probably get off topic but I try my best.

Also some of these might become actual fanfics (???)

And it will all be posted within the same five minutes because why not.

DAY 10. Bowling with Casey

I did start drawing this one and it was gonna b a bunch of Raph and Cassandra doodles bc I had done Casey jr. for day six but generally they would be SO chaotic.

I totally see Raph having to explain what bowling even is to Cass at first (bc yk I don’t see her knowing much bc of being in the foot clan that is literally just a cult with ninja skills- I do see her knowing hockey tho from her childhood bc I don’t think she was born into the cult but just been in it from a super young age like six or something? yk what I mean??) but once she gets it she will absolutely demolish!!!

Like as in the bowling ball won’t even touch the floor because she throws it just perfectly.

When I think of Raph bowling I instantly think of him using baby rails and it TAKES ME. But I do think he would be decent at it, not the best in the family but also not the worst. (no baby rails required)

They would be super loud the whole time though, like, 100% would be kicked out b4 they finish the game so every turn matters bc they go off whatever score they had before getting kicked out.

They would yell a bunch of catchphrases and trash talk basically but Cass probably would curse very loudly out of habit and that’s like, the main reason for them getting kicked out.

Raph wouldn’t mind the getting kicked out part (cause I totally see them doing this on the regular so he’s used to it) but the cursing will be only a slight annoyance. (Just cause of how LOUD Cass would be not anything against the girl honestly he just gets embarrassed)

I see Raph using curse words but ONLY when he’s alone with Cass just cause it feels normal with her but even then it’s still a rarity.

They would totally travel from place to place after getting kicked out though, then tally the points from every place and loser hosts the next outing.

DAY 11. Favorite novel

In cannon his favorite novel is obviously Jupiter Jim or something but I’ve seen so many people saying Percy Jackson and I find that hilarious.

I never read much Percy Jackson (my brother is trying very hard to get me to and I probably will… soon enough-) I did read the first book, the sun and the star, saw some of the movie aaaaand I think like two episodes of the new series ???

But as we know the guys LOVE sci-fi so the whole gist of Percy Jackson isn’t too far off from Raph’s liking me thinks.

But personally I think Raph would ADORE the Wings of Fire series (if we’re gonna get all projecting here, as per usual /pos)

Like think about it !!! Cool mystical creatures, mystery, cool diverse magic AND THE LORE ?!?!?! Also the fact that’s theirs like sixteen books (???) not Including the many spin-offs and side stories- (I have no idea what the average number is for a large series so that’s a lot for me :^) oh! And the graphic novels!!

He would so relate to Clay and think his fireproof scales are so cool. I see so many similarities. He would match his brothers with the MC’s (Mikey with Sunny, Donnie with Starflight, Leo with Tsunami) ((I am so not saying this bc I’ve done it myself-)) GOSH HE WOULD TOTALLY MAKE FAN FICTION AND HAVE LITTLE NOTEBOOKS DEDICATED TO HIS HEADCANNONS AAAAAAAAAAHHH !!!1!!1!1!!!111!

In conclusion he would be a huge geek about it all (he would rope Mikey in bc YALL-) and Mikey would make them cool cardboard wings. The end :]

DAY 12. Stir Crazy

I realllllllllyyyyyyy wanted to draw this one with Mikey and Raph in the kitchen but alas.. 😔

But yes Raph can coooook!!! 🔥🔥🔥

Not actually though. What I see in my very good vision is Raph helping Mikey out in the kitchen. Specifically, stirring.

I’d think that after the invasion Raphs motor skills in general would need improvement. This is not based on anything actually scientific I just have a ✨feeling✨ that after his whole kraang-ified ordeal he would have trouble with knowing he was in control (as most have headcannoned yes, but I like to think of mine as slightly different :p) his arm and eye and insert other places he was kraang-ified that I don’t remember here, would be significantly impacted from this worse than his not kraang infected side.

Like he would have a lazy eye, his arm would twitch/spasm and/or that whole side of his body would get pins and needles or just go numb at times.

But even then it would take a long and I mean LONG time for him to even get to that point. Before that it’s going to be even worse, like, being temporarily paralyzed and/or he would have to learn how to move that side of his body all over again.

This gives us Leo and Raph learning to move again bonding, your welcome.

But I’m not that evil to actually make him forever paralyzed, even if it was just the arm. (I’m too much of a wuss 😔)

The other side of his body would also take time to move again but that’s like a few hours compared to the months of work Raphs gonna have to put into his other side.

I don’t care that he bounces back immediately in the movie that is going to be labeled adrenaline. Also that one scene where Mikey and Donnie get thrown and Leo’s all like “go for them!! 🥺” and Raph falls on his side for a second and his arm is limp before running to them.

That split second scene is basically the whole reason why this headcannon exists.

BUT BACK TO THE PROMPT !!! :D

During healing Raph would do motor skill practice with Mikey aka baking cause Raph loves to lick the batter of the spoon when their done and stirring helps his arm. He would also flip pancakes maybe but I don’t see him doing anything like measurements cause it’s Mikey’s whole thing to cook but he helps keep the place clean :]

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Anywizle, my apologies for missing a few days and coming back with a messy rant- but it was fun so who cares!

So buh-bye! Have a good night and/or day! It may be possibly impossible but possibly I will see you tomorrow!

:>

[leggerefiore]

Back in your inbox to discuss Cyrus bullshit again lmfao. I am normal. Totally normal.

So media literacy decline aside (no really, the reports are scary, less people can interpret nuance and hints), I blame 1) how young most of us were when we first played the games, 2) the OG Diamond and Pearl characterization (because it was a little different than Platinum's) and 3) the Pokemon Anime.

Largely skipping over the age thing because it speaks for itself. A good number of players were probably too young to catch all of the hints or grasp how irrational and emotionally driven Cyrus really was. Like, a legit Trauma Meter for our age group (20s) would be to ask if Cyrus freaked them out, or if they thought he had a point. Whatever the collective's first impression was would've colored YEARS of discussion and content. And I'm pretty sure I remember his reception being negative. Of course, the theory that he wrote the old notebook and that the old man was his Grandpa (meaning Cyrus was an abuse/neglect survivor) always existed. But before USUM and PokeMas added more implications, they were treated as "Just Theories" or after Platinum, retcons. Likewise, I think a good number of the older players WANTED Cyrus to be evil, so they kinda ignored it. Though there was an equal faction WISHING for a well written Sympathetic Villian. They missed Giovanni and had little hope GameFreak could write a worthwhile sympathetic villian because while Maxie and Archie weren't evil, their plan was just so stupid? Maybe it's because I grew up in a rural area at the start of the Going Green era, but I can remember being taught basic ecosystems in like 3rd or 4th Grade Science and learning that major changes to the environment were bad? And they were supposed to be super smart scientists?

On to game characterization, D/P Cyrus and Platinum Cyrus were portrayed slightly differently and I don't know if it was intentional or not, given how subtle the changes in the overall story were. But it boils down to a matter of A Means to an End, where D/P Cyrus seemed like he was changing the world to become a God, while Platinum Cyrus wanted to change the world and has to become a God to do so. Likewise, I don't think the implications that Cyrus was the abused/neglected grandson of that Old Man and the author of the old notebook were as strong. Also every scene with Cyrus in the Distortion World didn't exist in D/P so you didn't witness his breakdown or him admitting to his own faults. Charon/Pluto also wasn't in D/P, nor was the Rotom Room which was the first thing to give the "Cyrus wrote the Old Notebook Theory" any credibility.

My last reason was the Poke Anime and I talked a bit about it in a comment the other day. I have since looked it up and the D/P Anime aired the same day as the D/P Game Release, in Japan at least. So the 2nd most prevalent and remembered version of Cyrus is an ASS. The Anime did a great job of showing us the double life he was living, smiling and dressing/acting normal, albiet hammy, in front of Cynthia and that one old lady. But for a cold, stoic villian, he was super agressive, loud, short-tempered and dismissive in the anime. In that clip you shared, he wasn't calmly explaining why fighting was useless, he was about to snap on his admins. He yelled at someone else to (Ash I think). So it didn't even do a good job of portraying him as the kind of villian he was supposed to be, though this may have been because the series ended in 2011, so it may have been affected by the Platinum retcons.

But yeah, I'm also kinda sad about how people see Cyrus, but it isn't surprising. For everyone who "grew out of" pokemon or just never played Platinum, USUM, PokeMas or BDSP, they have to go back and relearn everything and not everyone does that. Nor will everyone want to because again, some people wanted Cyrus to be genuinely evil. And even if they do want to learn what changed and are open to it, they have to sift through years of content saying he was actually that bad.

It was a nightmare explaining to two of my homies why I was suddenly trying to write fanfic and draw fanart of him because they didn't get the memo.

Quick correction - It is not a theory that the old man is Cyrus's grandpa. It's confirmed from my understanding. Which it means Cyrus is likely an abuse victim (though, what Cyrus was going through was never entirely specified. Just that it was bad enough to concern his grandfather.)

I will note that his characterisation did change between Diamond-Pearl and Platinum (and now BDSP has introduced younger people to the pre-Platinum story), so I will give them that. But specifically, I was on the USUM battle theme still seeing it. (Interestingly, not at all on the BDSP rendition, though. Maybe because it's just Sinnoh fans who already know everything.) One of the top comments was ironically a joke about him seeing the Rotom Dex and wanting to kill everyone.

I think his character is really just generally misunderstood because of how subtle everything was is what I was originally trying to say. Like you said, some of it is general literacy issues. It just makes me sad to see him so misunderstood... I think Game Freak did a really good job writing him. Though, he does clearly read as emotional in both Diamond-Pearl and Platinum. At least, seeing his little chibi march up to you in BDSP after you ruin his plans really shows how emotional he truly is. While the Rotom Room journal is clearly only a theory, I do truly think he is the only logical character who fills that role so well. (Charon 100% would use Cyrus's childhood trauma journal for its precious Rotom research without a doubt seeing how quick he was to try to take over Team Galactic.)

I am glad that they gave him depth rather than just making him a generic bad guy... Actually, considering that Platinum was just before BW (well, a few years but development wise, I mean), I think it might have been their first steps into more character driven plots. I do hope people end up looking more into Cyrus, but I know he isn't the most popular villain at all. (I believe that crown goes to either Archie or Guzma. Or. Well. Lusamine, actually, probably.)

I convinced my friend by telling her about the Rotom Room stuff, actually. She already liked Cyrus since she is super into Sinnoh, but apparently, learning that he was besties with Rotom when he was a child sold her. Now she bravely helps me write for him sometimes lmao. My other friend, however... She still doesn't believe that he's actually 27.

Granted. Youtube comment section opinions should probably always be discarded.

Except maybe... This one. This is the only good and acceptable one lmao

[hugsandchaos]

Show “N” Tell

Uzi stared at the paper in intense thought. Notes covered most of the paper, notes about how she was going to improve her gun, how it turned out, what to do, what not to do, what to try, and more. She seriously wanted to work out the flaws that were plaguing her weapon, such as the recharge time. She couldn’t wait thirty minutes between shots if N’s teammates find her, she’d be dead within moments!

And while brainstorming solutions for that, she also needed to plan out the parts and steps needed to add the theoretical improvements. Not to mention how she was even going to get them!

Who knew making a sick as hell sci-fi gun was going to be so difficult?

“Alright, Uzi, do you have anything to show the class?” The teacher asked without looking up from his book. Uzi paused her intense scribbling on her notebook for her gun and briefly looked up with a confused expression. Then she remembered.

Stupid class, and stupid show and tell.

Uzi let out an exasperated sigh and turned when she heard a couple girls giggling in the “typical rude, spoiled high school bully” way, which was annoying in itself. One of them, Lizzy, raised her hand.

“Sir, I think she might’ve forgotten.” She suggested with a smug look aimed at Uzi, obviously trying to embarrass or irritate her. Lizzy dropped her hand just as another drone, who Uzi couldn’t remember her name, raised her own.”Or maybe she doesn’t have anything to show other than that creepy gun!” She laughed. The rest of the class, aside from Thad and the teacher (and U of course) laughed or snickered. Uzi glared at Lizzy.”Bite me!” She snapped, practically out of reflex at this point. She didn’t exactly say it in a sarcastic tone, but it was obviously not an actual suggestion. It only made her laugh more.

Thad sat up straight from his previous position, leaning back against his chair and using his desk as a footrest with the classic arms-folded-behind-head, and gave Lizzy a stern look.”At least she’s making something that’s actually cool! What do you make, 2000’s Barbie dolls?” He asked. The rest of the class either stopped laughing or laughed more, and those who stopped stared at Thad. They were the type of stares of disbelief that would normally make someone uncomfortable enough to back down and wish they could teleport out of the class to the safety of their bedrooms or something. But Thad kept his gaze on Lizzy, obviously not backing down.

Uzi almost smiled. It makes you feel seen and appreciated when someone stands up for you. She started to feel a bit guilty for not talking with him more and becoming friends with how nice he’s been.

“You make a good point, though. I hope it’s not her sick as hell railgun.” He started, glancing at Uzi with less anger. Her face almost faltered, but then Thad continued with a grin that held a sort of aggressive encouragement, which wasn’t very common from him.”Because I’d love to see what other neat, scary sci-fi stuff she’s made.” He finished.

Just then, there was an impact from inside the wall at the head of the class, startling everyone into looking towards the direction of the sound.

Uzi, again, nearly smiled, knowing exactly what it was. Or rather, who it was.

She cleared her throat and stood up to calmly walk up to the class while the rest were half watching, half trying to figure out what that thud was.”Actually, I did bring something that I think is even cooler than my gun.” She said. More thuds were heard from the wall, and as they grew closer, everyone turned their attention to the vent in the top left corner (facing away from the wall) near the large screen that covered the majority of the wall. Uzi turned to face the class as a pair of claws burst through the vent.

As Uzi looked at Lizzy’s petrified body peeking from the desk, she couldn’t help but think “Who’s smirking now?” despite not letting the smug grin onto her face.

The entire class screamed and froze in fear as a disassembly drone climbed down from the vents and slowly stood up with his tail swishing like an angry cat. His wings slowly unfolded as he gained the space for them and the canister of yellow nanite acid at the end of his tail dimly glowed almost intimidatingly, as if the stinger wasn’t unnerving by itself. The drone’s mouth was in a seemingly impossible wide grin, stretching from cheek to cheek and revealing sharp fangs. Everyone but Uzi stared in dread and horror.

Suddenly, the yellow X changed to a pair of yellow eyes and the claws were switched for normal hands. The wings were tucked in and the tail held a curved down-up-slight-down position. The drone smiled again, but this time it wasn’t as murderous looking as he waved at them.

“So, for this stupid show and tell, I decided to bring my best friend.” Uzi explained.

That got little to no reaction. N slowly stopped waving and awkwardly scratched the back of his head. He nervously glanced between Uzi and her class. Even the teacher was inches away from either hiding under his desk completely or hightailing it out of there.

“As for the three things I like about him, I’d say he’s great to spar with, good at flying, and probably the drone I tolerate the most.” She stated, not really wanting to loose much of her “angsty teen” reputation. N was pulled out of what would’ve been a very upsetting train of thought if his best friend hadn’t interrupted it and blinked as she spoke. He did his best not to let his tail wag at the kind statements, and thankfully, he succeeded in controlling that. And his purring mechanism too.

The teacher, not taking his eyes off of N, forced a chuckle, which came out extremely nervous.”That’s- That’s great, Uzi! Um, hehe, anyone have any questions?” He asked the class without looking at them.

Lizzy slowly raised her hand and U pointed to her in acknowledgment.”Yeah, Lizzy?” She asked.

“How can you be friends?! He’s terrifying!” Lizzy exclaimed. N’s eyes promptly widened at the accusation, but was it really an accusation when it’s true? He is pretty scary sometimes, especially with that undeniable urge to hunt and kill that came up every now and then. Mostly when he was hungry.

Uzi glanced over at N, then back at Lizzy as she pointed at him.”This guy?” She asked in mock disbelief.”No, he’s not that scary.” She said dismissively.”Anyone else?”

Thad raised his hand.“I have one.” He said. He was definitely scared and nervous (though who wouldn’t be, seeing something built and designed to hunt you down and kill you), but compared to the rest of the class, he sounded pretty confident and brave. Uzi nodded and N emotionally braced himself.

“N, right? Mind if I see those wings?” The jock asked. The lack of words such as “killer” or “scary” made N’s face light up a bit. He briefly glanced at U as if saying “did you see that?!”, then back at Thad.

“Sure!” He replied. A few of the classmates grew a bit more confident like Thad, who was now making his way up to the front of the class.

From his point of view, this was like a death sentence. It should be a death sentence, but he trusted Uzi’s judgement. After all, she was set on destroying the disassembly drones and freeing Copper 9 from the company, and yet she trusted him enough to bring him into the class and not have her gun even with her. So maybe he was trustworthy.

That trust and confidence in Uzi judgement was giving Thad the push he needed.

“You can touch them a little. Just be careful, they’re pretty sharp.” N said. He unfolded his wings, careful not to knock anything over, and watched Thad move behind him for a close inspection.

Each “feather” was shiny and sleek- almost elegant, even with how sharp they also looked. Although maybe the sharpness added to how cool they were, kind of like how the blades on those old human “army knives” looked tempting to put his thumb on the outside edge of the blade.

Thad carefully touched the blades and was practically astounded. He was always for the classic “Safety First” rule, but here he was, touching a disassembly drone’s wings! His eyes widened and the inside of them were no longer visible, only the outlines, expressing his surprise.“Woah, you weren’t kidding. It feels a kind of like a kitchen knife, but... warm?? Why are you warm?” He asked.

“Cold weather, remember?” N replied. Uzi watched them, and for a moment, let herself smile.

After just a few seconds of lifting and moving N’s wings around like a child, Thad let go and started walking back to his seat. Now, he was definitely sure of his safety and could sit normally in his seat.“Um, why don’t you let someone else have a turn?” The teacher asked.

“Guess that’s my cue to leave.” N said. He jumped up and pulled himself into the vent he came in from to leave, but before he did, he stuck his hand out in a quick wave.”See ya, Uzi! It was nice to meet your class!” He said. Uzi waved back, even though she knew he wouldn’t see it, and went back to her seat to let the next person present.

Though let’s be honest, she was back in her head thinking up of ways to improve her gun in less than two minutes.

[dailyrandomwriter]

Day 774

So yesterday was the Christmas meeting/brunch that my department at work has every year. In past years we would have a White Elephant gift exchange, but this year a few people who set up had gone out and brought a bunch of items for a Christmas game prize and everyone would get one. It was just the order of who got the pick the prize was in order of who managed to complete the Christmas game first.

A lot of these items were what you’d expect for a group of adult women. A charcuterie board, crocheting kit, a large cookie jar with cookies in them,... the sort of thing you’d buy at Homesense or a similar house goods store. Most of those things were things that I, myself would not end up using.

And under normal circumstances this would include a set of papermate felt tip pens that smelled like perfume and a pink notebook that had the face of some pop star on them? Who knows, it looked very weird, but also from the picture, clearly, I chose this.

Why?

Infinity Nikki is why, and that was something I wasn’t expecting out of myself.

Infinity Nikki is a free to play fashion dress up game with platform puzzle exploration, a combination of genres I never thought I would ever have to say. Normally, a game like this I wouldn’t be into because games like these have a gacha mechanic, meaning that the really fancy clothing can only be won by lottery by paying in-game currency. In-game currency that you can also buy with real money (you kind of see the problem there).

I originally agreed to play Infinity Nikki because @wereah asked if I would play it if she did. 

What I wasn’t expecting was an actual really fun game, that so far has made the gacha portion a side feature rather than the whole point of the game. A fact that is very surprising because this is also the Nikki franchise’s first foray into a game that allows movement in a 3D space. The puzzle platforming aspect of the game is not what this franchise has been known for.

And yet the movement and level design of this game is really well done, which suggests that the company has hired experts and listened to them when making this game. So I wanted to continue the game, but Infinity Nikki, for better or worse, is also an overwhelming game.

Because it is a free to play game, one of their main metrics is how long players play their game. So these games tend to be designed to keep the player playing. Infinity Nikki has done this by designing large open maps with a lot of little things to explore, play and discover. On top of the main quests, the side quests, map quests and event quests. And on top of that the sketches for clothes that require resources to make (or evolve in the case of the ability outfits). So there are a lot of things to do, and get distracted by.

Coupled by poor short term memory, this game is both a dream and a nightmare for a person with ADHD.

So I wanted a notebook to write down points of interest for myself so that the next time I hop into the game I will remember what my thought process was. Now I have a lot of really nice journals, but honestly, for all I love this game, I don’t want to dedicate a really nice journal to it, especially because I still have pages in my gaming journal that I have to finish.

A gaming journal that seems to be taken up by Santae at the moment and is kind of a mess.

As a result, when I really thought about this silly (kind of ugly) journal at the Christmas get-together I thought, this is something I can write in, and not be precious about. However, it is not the nicest journal, so I took time to cover it with white paper and decorate it with stickers from my collection so it at least looks nicer.

It’s a weird thing to do, but it works.

[plaguethewaters]

little superhero au thingie!! except the superhero part is super duper nonexistent and this chapter is litterally just cbeeduo proposal. Enjoy!

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"You've gotta forgive me, because I'm about to get really sappy here."

Ranboo says, and Tubbo thinks it's awfully ironic. It's night, brilliant stars shining over them - the only true advantage of no public lighting at all - they're on the roof, sitting on the thickest blanket they own and huddling together for whatever warmth they can find, the few remnants of their picnic laid abandoned to the side. They've been out all evening, eating sweets and heart shaped sandwiches, because Ranboo had always been a little extra. He thinks, we've gotten past the sappiness threshold a whole lot ago, and also, there's no way whatever you've got to say could be worse than this romance novel ass- situation.

His hand is taken into Ranboo's, who starts rubbing at his knuckles with his thumb. He does that often, when he's nervous - but also, Tubbo muses, he's nervous about pretty much every single aspect of his life, so this isn't anything new. Then he starts talking, with a way too big, almost suspicious smile on his face, his voice low.

"You know I don't- I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am now. I didn't know this kind of happy even existed, I think, not until you two came into my life." His gaze is soft and, as previously anticipated, unworldly sappy. "You've made me truly content with my life in entirely new ways, and continue to do so every single day. I can't really imagine my future without you in it."

"You're making this sound like a marriage proposal, bossman." Tubbo giggles, just to lighten the mood. Mostly because he's right, and he does not know if he could survive the weight of a love so, so fucking ginormous, settled on his shoulder's like the world's heavier and softer mountain, not without a little comedic relief.

"I mean..." Ranboo kisses his hand, doing a so-and-so gesture with his free one, "Kind of?"

The mountain doesn't move, and Tubbo's suffocating. This is not how he imagined he would die.

"I-uh. sorry?" he manages to shutter, while his mind helpfully supplies him with a series of his possible obituaries. "Young man dies of Too Much Emotion.". or "Romantic relationship actually a trap, Villain dies because Boyfriend loves him too much." (Boyfriend? Fiancè????? What the absolute hell.)

"I mean, i mean not now, obviously that's- that would be a little too much to dump on you so soon." Ranboo laughs, clearly as nervous as he looks. "Just, like, I've prepared a whole speech, goddammit, let me say it properly."

Tubbo sees the light. His heart is definitely going to explode.

"Okay I've, I've started this a little wrong. Because I said, right, I said, I can't imagine my life without you, but it's more like, like, I couldn't have imagined my life without you. I would've never even tried. I don't think I realized I could imagine a life for myself outside- outside of hero work. I either died at fifteen - or, or seventeen, or twenty, or whatever limit I decided to give myself that year - or got an eternity of work, no escape at all. Then, then you, and Tommy, and suddenly I'm dreaming of white picket fences and wedding bells and large breed dogs and- did you know I was a writer? When I was little, I used to have notebooks over notebooks full of short horror stories, and then I stopped because with housework and normal work and trying not to starve I never had the time - you've made me want to write again. You made me realize I could dream, and follow those dreams and succeed."

The speech comes out rushed, all too many words confined in all too little space, too little time. He sounds like he's afraid if he doesn't speak soon enough, someone is going to come and steal his voice, leaving his feelings forever entrapped.

His gaze shifts, and now he's staring directly into Tubbo's eyes. The intensity is overwhelming, oppressive, painful. His eyes bore into Tubbo's skull with the force of a drill, carving a hole from his eye socket to the center of his brain, then making a little cave in it and resting in it's center.

"I don't- marriage right now would not be a good idea, I don't think, but? Maybe, in the future... Will you marry me?"

Their stares break, and the parasite removes itself from Tubbo's poor, poor brain. Then he's playing with Tubbo's fingers, looking blushy and shy to the side - because of course he's nervous now, after completely destroying him, leaving unable to think anything but an infinite sting of I love yous and wondering how on earth he got this lucky and fuck. Tubbo would die a thousand times over if it got him to look this pretty again.

What the hell was he supposed to say now? He isn't, and has never really been good with words, not when actions and punches have always done the job just as well - how could he speak now, having been hit in the face with a confession like that? With the, the- he would call it the burden, he guesses, but that's just entirely the wrong word - the responsibility, the knowledge he's the reason Ranboo was able to grow and get through all of that, given to him like it is no big deal. He would've never thought of that. In fact, he was worried he'd been doing way too little support wise, lacking the knowledge and emotional maturity needed to properly help someone like that.

Like even now, after the whole speech, he still isn't all that convinced. All he ever did was love Ranboo - which isn't news, and would continue not to be news as far as he's concerned. He loves him, will love him even if he somewhat disagrees with the confession, because how could he be possibly worth so much in Ranboo's eyes, who deserves so much more than he could possibly give, and he loves him so much - but he does not know how to say any of that.

So, he just kisses him.

And again, and again, trying to push into his lips anything that cannot fit into his mouth and failing still, but nobody's to say he doesn't fucking try. When he stops, it's because his traitorous body runs out of air to breathe, but he still keeps as close as possible, resting his forehead on Ranboo's. If he has to stop to breathe, they'll fucking share the breaths too.

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Ranboo has learned, by now, that Tubbo kisses like he's fighting.

Mostly by way of focus and determination: he kisses with the same kind of concentration one might have when operating a sniper rifle - or, much more topically, when defusing a tickling bomb. There's no second in which he's idle, any rest clearly ruled by strict necessity rather than any want or will. When he does retreat, surrendering finally to the need of air, he doesn't part neither far nor long, touching their foreheads together or breathing in his neck, his hands mapping all available territory to make way for later exploration.

Ranboo has seen him battle, has fought him directly in the past, and he finds no difference between the crushing adrenaline of a missed punch, of wrestling for a loaded gun, of running towards a lit fuse - and whatever he is feeling right now.

A hand finds its way to his thigh, squeezing the soft flesh, and the little air he'd managed to keep in his poor lungs gets knocked out of him. Maybe they are in battle, actually. Maybe killing him is Tubbo's way of saying no.

Because - and he's said this already, but his brain is too scrambled to pay attention to something as utterly unimportant as repetition (anything less important than this). Because he's used to Tubbo, to the way he seems to equate love and war, to the almost violence of his affections but this feels... different, somehow. Somewhat. He's not focused enough to register what's actually changed.

Maybe it's the way his mind had already been lost in the anxiety of the moment, before his little speech, and the suspense for an answer now; or maybe it's just the thick layer of tears evenly coating each of their faces.

Which, by the way, does not help to ease his worries at all, to be entirely honest. Not that - don't get him wrong, it's not that the kissing isn't nice (heavenly, wonderful, amazing, showstopping and a plethora of other words that do not even come close) but it doesn't really enlighten him as to what Tubbo's answer is going to be. Is this a "Yes of course I'm going to marry you" type of kiss or more, like, "No how dare you ask that I'm kissing you just so you shut up" deal?

(Now, a normal person, in a hypothetical fictional audience, would probably butt in right about now with, let's say, a text to speech device of some sort. And they would say, with all the confidence of anonymity, they'd say: "Ranboo, this is a really stupid dilemma. Why would he ever choose to reject with a kiss? Nobody does that ever." And they would probably be right! But the hand is still on his thigh, and another hand is rubbing slow circles into his waist, and the kiss is still happening, so forgive him if his reasonings aren't all that rational right about now.)

He manages to detach himself eventually - not easily, not even particularly willingly - for the few moments absolutely necessary to regain a couple braincells and learn how to use his own mouth again.

"Uh- U, I, Is this-" Not to use it well, mind you, but he isn't going to complain. he'll take what he can get and deal with it. "Uhu-"

"What was that, bossman?" Tubbo giggles, voice still raspy from the assault to his lips, and Ranboo finds it somewhat insulting; loquacity is an absurd standard to hold for the guy currently being lobotomized.

"Wh- was that, uh" Tubbo's hand is slowly rubbing at his cheek in what was probably meant to be encouragement, but only manages to scramble his brains even more. "Was that a yes?

"No."

His stomach plummets.

He knows, logically, that he should not have expected anything. They've been dating for not even a year, and this was sprung on Tubbo so suddenly, and everyone always say to never ask if you aren't sure your partner will say yes but Ranboo will never be sure of anything in his life (at least not how he was sure this would've worked) and he needed to ask like, physically. And at the end of the day it's not like this is gonna mean anything for their relationship, because ring or not he knows Tubbo loves him (maybe, hopefully, because he cannot begin to imagine the contrary, it would tear him apart), but he had dared to hope-

"No," Tubbo continues, "I've just started making out with you, because that is how normal people reject proposals in real life." He's smiling, still caressing his cheek, and Ranboo wants to die a little less. He pointedly ignored the disembodied voice of the fictional audience member reminding him how they were right. (Just because you were doesn't mean you gotta act mean about it. Meanie.)

He groans, quite loudly, so that all of his horrible pain is heard, and hides his shameful face in the warm crook of Tubbo's neck.

"Never start a sentence like that ever again, for the love of god."

Tubbo laughs, bright and loud. "Oh, you poor baby", he croons, mockingly. Ranboo is being made fun of, but the guy doing it is exceptionally beautiful and also his fiance now, so all the haters are quite obviously just jealous.

"You're right though," Tubbo continues, "I wasn't quite finished answering."

Whatever smart, flirty and witty reply Ranboo could have given him gets swallowed by a chocking sound, as the push of lips and the warmth of hands pull him onto yet another battlefield.

---

"You know what would be really, really funny actually?" Tubbo asks, after everything is done. He's basically sitting in Ranboo's lap now, only one lonely knee left hanging on the blanket. They cuddle together tighter, mostly because they want to, but also because it got so cold on that roof once the sun went down and now it feels far below freezing.

"Hmmmm..." he rumbles, a content rumble (NOT. a purr. shut up.) so loud it almost hides his voice. "No, what would?"

"If we just pretended to be married already." Tubbo sits up a little bit.

"Just like. Hear me out."

"I'm hearing, I'm hearing."

"Okay, for one - we've got like, another full year before we would be able to actually get married and you and I both know I've got zero patience to wait that long. And we're like, super wanted criminals, so nobody would want to marry us even if we were legal, right?"

"Absolutely correct."

"And also. Think of the Bitches faces when we get into battle against them and we have wedding bands on, calling each other 'husband' and shit"

A pause.

"Oh, oh my god" They both start laughing at the same time, falling back into the blankets in a mountain of little giggles. The thought is, as expected, absolutely hilarious, and with the added giddiness of being able to be husbands, of loving each other that much - it doesn't look like they'll be stopping anytime soon.

The moon is high in the sky, the cold is still frigid, and their laughs are loud enough for several noise complaints. Tonight, they hug each other and go to bed. Tomorrow, chaos would begin for real.

[elfboyeros]

Overcast Coastline

Read about the nerds and other nerds

“Klaus went missing on the 15th of March, Cobalt is murdered on the 23rd, 9 days later. Klaus was married to Greyson, Cobalt was a close friend, right? What if -just hear me out," Loki babbled on, as she and Amora sat on their bed talking about possible theories on Cobalt’s death, “Cobalt loved Greyson and wanted to be with him, but Klaus killed and went into hiding because he murdered someone?!”

“Cobalt?”  Amora asked the ghostly man sitting in her desk chair.

“Couldn’t have happened, I’m straight,” He replied, “I was also happily married to my lovely Primrose before death.”

Amora shook her head before looking back at Loki, “Straight, and happily married.”

“So, no love affair and no girlbossing wife,” Loki sighed, crossing off the theories of a list in a little notebook, “The last thing I got on my list is Ms. Thornton, could she have done it?”

“No!” Cobalt exclaimed, “Just as I loved Primrose, I loved Lilybeth just as much if not more! She would not have killed me; I refuse that notion!”

Amora shook her once more, “He wouldn’t believe it if it were true,” she replied, “Besides he’s seen Lilybeth, and he doesn’t have a bad vibe… he just gets sad.”

“I’ve died and my daughter has become a beautiful young lady, I’m sorry my depression is an inconvenience,” Cobalt sassed.

“I think we should stop for right now,” Amora sighed, “This is just getting us nowhere.”

Loki huffed, “Maybe we are looking in the wrong place?” she questioned, getting a confused look from Amora and even Cobalt, “We are trying to link Klaus with Cobalt, yet we know nothing about Klaus, maybe if we start looking into Klaus when can find out why he is missing which could lead to us finding out why Cobalt died.”

“So, we have to find Klaus,” Amora asked.

“Basically,” Loki answered making Amora groan into her pillow, “Or at least try to.”

“How are we supposed to do that?! We are students, moreover, we are seniors?! How the hell are we supposed to find an old man who has been missing for 15 years when we’ll have midterms in like 3 weeks!” Amora exclaimed sitting up before gesturing to Cobalt, “I’d rather be stuck with him! At least he’ll tell me if I’m failing my Trigonometry final!”

Cobalt shook his head before scoffing as Loki held in her laughter, clearing her throat, “Maybe you just need a little break for the ghost investigations,” the British girl posed, “Come with me into town tomorrow.”

“I thought you were going out with Lance,” Amora muttered.

Loki shrugged, “he said he wanted to hang out with Odis, and Luther said he was going to study with Iphigenie for their current events test, so I’m on my own tomorrow unless you come.”

Amora thought for a moment, spending 2 weeks on campus with Cobalt over her shoulder with no results in their little investigation seemed to put both of them on edge with each other. The thought was nice, being able to explore the town on Solostica would be nice too. The American girl looked to her ghostly companion who shrugged as if to say he didn’t care either way.

“I mean either way I’m going,” Loki remarked, holding a large strand of her hair, the green dye faded a good amount making it a sickly pale color, “I’m getting this hair dye!”

“I’ll go with you.”

Loki smiled, “Terrific!”

The next morning the two girls woke up after sleeping in, Cobalt did what he had been doing every morning, exiting the room to give them privacy, before they left. While walking down the paths leading to the exit of campus, Calliope passed by seeming running for her life.

“Calliope, everything okay?”

“Yeah,” She huffed, her cheerleading bag slamming into her side as she looked back at the two girls, “If anyone asked you didn’t see me!”

Loki and Amora looked at her confused as she ran to the main campus, she was already for cheerleading practice and yet she was running away from where they normally practice, the roommates looked at each other and shrugged before leaving campus, as Calliope ran through the halls of the large schoolhouse, slowing her pace as she reached the great music room were Odysseus, Lance, and Solomon resided inside. Solomon played the harp in the corner as Odysseus sat on one of the choir risers beside Lance, his light blue Guitar in his lap.

“Calliope, everything okay?” Lance asked, her panting at the door to the music room catching his attention.

Solomon stopped playing as all three of the boys waited for a response.

“I was the first one at practice today!” she huffed, “No one else was there. So, ha…. Huh… ha I left.”

“Calliope, if you want to quit the cheer team—” Solomon began because Calliope let out a laugh.

“And piss off Cassiopeia, not a chance!” Calliope replied, “I do that just by existing.”

“And skipping practice,” Odysseus commented, “Either way she is going to be pissed off at you.”

“The only reason she started the cheer team was to watch Roux practice football,” She huffed, “I don’t know why I had to be involved.”

She toddled over to Solomon’s place in the corner, dejectedly, “If it bothers you this bad, just quit,” Solomon remarked.

“If you quit, you can actually but in the campaign again!” Lance added with a smile, “I’ve missed Ruelle the cleric ever since the last time you played with us.”

Calliope smiled, “That’s a great idea.”

In the town center of Solostica’s city center with its cobblestone streets and its many small and hidden shops and convenience stores Loki and Amora stared at the many boxes, containers, tubes, jars, and pouches of hair on the shelf in front of them. All are color-coded and pleasing to the eye. Many brands Amora had never heard of before.

“I wish I had hair like yours,” Loki sighed.

“Mhm?” Amora hummed.

The British girl pointed to her roots, growing in a dark color of her roots where her green pieces used to be after tossing a boxed bleach in her little basket, “I need to get a bleach kit so the green will take on roots. If you dyed your hair any kind of fun colors, you wouldn’t have to worry about it.”

“Oh,” Amora replied, chuckling, “Bellamy dyed her once, it was purple. I remember asking my mom if I could dye my hair with her because she said it looked “so bad” and I remember it started a huge argument with my mom… she did not want me to dye my hair.”

Loki hummed, before pointing to all the boxes of hair dye, “Wanna give it a try?” she asked with a smirk painted across her lips, “’cause mummy isn’t here.”

Amora looked at all the hair dyes on the shelf, then back at Loki, who grinned down at her, “Alright! Let’s do it!” she replied, grabbing a random box off the shelf.

“Alright, but we don’t want to use that,” Loki replied, taking the box out of Amora’s hands and putting it back on the shelf, “If you want red, you should go with this one.”

Loki pulled a small box off the shelf with a simple pale green color and labeled named Deathly dyes, the color was called Lover’s Haze. Amora nodded as Loki looked at the green section before quickly grabbing a jar from the same brand but in a dark green color and walking toward the check-out counter.

They left the little convenience store before venturing around the town center some more, going into different little stores and shops not really buying anything but enjoying being off campus as well as each other's company.

Stopping by Vixen Café to grab a little something to eat, while also getting to see Iphigenie in action at work and Luther sitting outside working on a paper for one of his classes, aided by caffeine and chocolate croissant.

While stopped at an intersection, Amora stared at the beach which Loki noticed.

“You wanna go to the beach?” Loki asked.

Amora nodded and once the intersection was clear to cross, the two of them headed to the beach. Shoes were taken off and bags were dropped by the cement walk leading to the sands. Clean beige sand between their toes, with the smell of sea salt in the air and a light breeze.

Loki watched Amora from afar as she enjoyed the breeze and the salty air against her face. There is something so scenic about Amora, wearing a genuine smile as she heard the sounds of the ocean and waves crashing into the shore, enjoying the breeze as it moves her cardigan. Loki had never been fond of the beach, life events had turned memories of going to the beaches in England into reminiscences said rather not think about, however now staring at Amora the beach is no longer a place Loki wants to stay away from, rather a place she wants to stay if nothing above to keep seeing Amora smile a genuine smile.

But the skies won’t let wants become reality

“Amora we should get going!” Loki called, “It’s going to rain!”

Once at the back on campus, it was already drizzling, and when in the safety of their dorm room, pulling one of the girl's desk chairs into the bathroom, and sitting it in front of the sink and mirror.

“Is he around?” Loki asked, pulling out all the hair dye and other tools on the bathroom counter after bleaching the front pieces of her hair.

“No, he's probably still mad from yesterday,” Amora answered as she put on an old shirt the British girl gave her before hearing her scoff, “Or he’s just wandering.”

“Come sit,” Loki called as Amora made her way to the bathroom.

Amora entered the bathroom where Loki had some of her favorite music playing at a low volume, in an extremely old shirt covered in blotches of bleach and a pair of gym shorts, waiting for the young American girl a hand resting on the desk chair beside her and a foot resting against her calf.

“You wanna do the whole head or just a section?” Loki asked as Amora sat down.

“Uhm….I don’t know, what do you think?” Amora replied.

Loki hummed softly, “Let’s do your bangs, and your little front pieces, yeah?”

Amora nodded, as Loki opened the Lover’s Haze box and quickly read the instructions before plopping the dye into a mixing bowl, “Ready?” Loki asked.

“Yeah!”

Loki took the hair dye brush and began painting the pinkish dye on to Amora golden strains of hair, “Is Cobalt annoying at all?” the British teen asked.

“I mean sometimes, he makes math harder than it should be,” Amora answered, “Honestly he acts like my dad. Not like my dad, but he acts like a dad, which I know he is one, but we’ve only known each other for like a month he’s very fatherly, protective almost.”

Loki hummed curiously, “Like when I was in the library trying to figure out how to help him the talk I told you about everything, the Librarian—”

“Iphigiene’s weird ass mom?”

“Yes! He knocked over a stack of books to help me escape just to yell at me when I was safe!”

Loki chuckled, “And he’s an ass!” Amora groaned, “Telling me my math isn’t right when I do my homework but he won’t tell me what I’m doing wrong! And and and he makes little comments when I’m talking to people like his commentary is soooo important!”

“Oh! What does he say about me?” Loki asked, walking around her to get the other side of her hair.

“Chickadee, do you know, Loki stares at you often?”

“Have you realized that you are the only person she actively smiles at?”

“Loki seems fond of you.”

“Aw, she gave you her jumper because you were cold.”

“You too are quite cute together.”

Amora’s face flushed, remembering just a few of the many things that Cobalt had commented over the past two weeks, the all-around consuming feeling of simply enjoying being around Loki. The overwhelming feeling of a crush!

“H-he just make comments about... how helpful you are,” Amora answered, fumbling with her words before jumping at her phone ringing.

A single windchime emoji on the caller ID for a video call, answering Bellamy’s call with a smile and rosy cheeks, “Hey girly, what does Edgar like to play he hates the puff balls Jane likes to play with. I--” Amora could only see Bellamy’s light blue roots once she answered the call, before she looked at her phone wide-eyed, “WOAH! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE DYING YOUR HAIR?! And where did you get that shirt?”

Amora looked down at the shirt she was wearing to protect her skin from bright red hair dye,  a faded black T, and the graph for the band Oasis horribly faded. “It’s Loki’s, we’re doing this kind of spontaneity.”

“ ‘Ello Bellamy,” Loki commented, grabbing Amora’s bangs.

“Shit, she’s British!” Bellamy squealed, “Eee, your girlfriend is such a cutie, Amora!”

“Girlfriend?” Loki mused, “What have you been telling her, lovely?”

“Bella! She isn’t my girlfriend, she is my roommate!” Amora shrieked her face turning the same color as her hair dye.

“Roommate, girlfriend same different,” Bellamy shrugged.

“I like her already,” Loki muttered with a smirk.

“Amora what does Edgar like to play with?”

“Uhm… He likes the crinkly toys.”

“Got it got it,” Bellamy replied while throwing a couple of toys in her cart, “Is ther anything else I need to get for the boy, besides his special wet food?”

“I don’t think so,” Amora replied, “How are things back home?”

“Reese got kicked out of school,” Bellamy answered nonchalantly.

“WHAT!”

“Yeah,” Bellamy shrugged, “Mortemore had been shit-talking him since everything happened, Reese decided to punch him out in the hallway, and he got his ass expelled.”

 Loki clicked her tongue, “Serves him right,” she mumbled.

“I told Mortemore I would bake him a coffee cake,” Bellamy added, “As a thank you.”

“Oh, he’ll love that!” Amora replied with a small smile.

“All right, I only called to see what Edgar liked to play with,” Bellamy remarked, “I’ll text you later!”

“Bye Bellamy,” Amora replied, hanging up her phone.

Loki finally set the hairbrush in the sink, “You need to sit with it for 30 minutes.”

Amora nodded, getting up and leaving the bathroom, “What have you been telling Bellamy, for her to call me your girlfriend?” Loki chucked putting her head in the sink bowl.

Amora’s face became hotter, before covering her face, “I HAVEN’T TOLD HER ANYTHING!” She yelped, “I just told her that I had a grungecore roommate that was nicer then I thought, and I told her about hanging out with you during school!”

Loki hummed raising her head out of the sink, “You look cute when are all flustered,”  she remarked with a smirk before putting her head back in the sink.

Amora blushed even more before going to sit on her bed and wait for the time to wash her the dye out of her hair as Loki dyed her hair green. Once everything was all said and done, Amora stared at herself in the mirror her bangs and the large chunks of hair that she kept resting off her shoulders a nice pinky-red color.

“You like it?” Loki asked.

“Yeah!” Amora said with a smile, “Thanks Loki.”

“Anytime, lovely.”

Once cozy in her bed in the early morning Amora left a heavy weight on top of her, groggily waking up to the intense stare of Cobalt an odd and wicked grin, “I have a lead!”