#and i can rewrite it i'm just. . . i'm very sad because I was almost done with it

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RE TOUKEN REWRITE

Starting this by saying, this is gonna be messy and not super in depth. Just a timeline of things I think should've or could've been done differently. You're still allowed to enjoy original re touken this is just how I would've liked to see it.

Dragon kaneki also doesn't happen because I think that was a stupid arc didn't make sense

So I'm just gonna be vague about that kaneki will be injured and missing that whole shabang

And all those people died because of war the ccg vs ghouls lead by aoigiri(all started by kaneki so he gets that good sexy guilt for the death of thousands of people without the butchering of ghoul biology) this is actually an idea I've had for awhile but that's for another time

I will make a post on what I think would've worked better

Touka thinks kanekis dead, that during the owl extermination he was put down. she creates re in hopes of helping ghouls just like yoshimura did.

We start off with Haise and Toukas first meeting, him and quinx are coming in to re. Touka sees them, Haise sees touka. The whole crying thing happens but not how it actually happened. Toukas too overwhelmed... he's not dead? Yomos the one who has to serve them. Haise can tell he's tense, curious but he doesn't ask. Why was that girl so .. familiar?

Haise begins frequenting re, out of pure curiosity and well the coffees great. Toukas collected enough to actually see him this time, she smiles and puts up that sweet catering waitress front. She's.. confused.. it's obvious he doesn't remember her but .. why? What happened during the time he completely disappeared? Why is he a dove? Her anger is overtaken by this wonder. For the time being.

Haises sweet and is very subtly flirting. He is DISGUSTINGLY bad at it and all touka can think is "yeah .. that's kaneki alright."

She speaks to nishio about this and he tells her his encounter with him. Talks about the freak out he had, the moment of clarity. Touka hopes there's still a way to bring him back ..

Touka doesn't actively seek out haise, him coming to re is enough. It's like seeing the corpse of a man you once loved being dragged along by a parasite. While she does enjoy his visits it leaves her tense, aching for the kaneki she once knew. The green haired boy with the eypatch reminds her of him... The soft nervous smile just his behavior felt like kaneki just... Different... Tooru was his name? She can't recall

Something in haise makes him /ache/ for touka, that familiar pouty face just makes something inside him stir. They yearn for each other

"Meeting" haise has given her a new insight on the doves, she doesn't know how to feel about this.

Part of her wants to hate him, he's the sole reason he's like this now because he wanted to be a "hero" wanted to save everyone. But she also knows haise isn't to blame for that, she also knows haise isn't supposed to even exist. It's conflicting, so many emotions with no way to express them.

She thinks of Ayato, someone who also left her alone... Was he also trying to protect her? What about hinami? Why can't anyone just stay with her?

Eventually... Haise stops showing up at re. It brings touka to a state of deep sorrow, anger, and calm. Shes worried for him, but not having him around anymore is sort of peaceful... She doesn't need to think about him, but she does anyways, that's all Touka does . Think and long for a past where anteiku stood, where yoshimura was in the backroom, where kaneki was still kaneki and hinami was still small. Where she wasn't so alone

She doesn't want him to come back, it'll only make things harder.(She definitely does want him)

Touka... Begins to move on? Sure she's always thinking of him and tsukiyamas intrusion didn't help but... She's learning to live again. She's sad but.. content she helps the ghouls that come in with their wounds or their hunger. She's even looking into going to college, something she always wanted to do and almost actually got to do before.. everything. Her love for biology never faded just got put on pause. Maybe she could look back into it! Or.. wait for kaneki a little longer.. just a little longer.

Ever since he "came back" she's realized how dearly she missed him. She was fine (?) when she thought he was dead why couldn't he have just...no no she could never wish that.

We are now at the tsukiyama family raid, while I have my problems with this, overall I think it was one of res peaks, only saying this so you are up to date on what point in the story we're at.

When kaneki finally wakes up, he thinks of his goal, the one goal that stayed even during his dormancy. To protect the people he loves. With haise asleep he can do that. To protect hinami... Shuu... Touka . He won't fail them like he did Hide.

And apparently shirazu? I guess😭

Black reaper is here, and boy is he overcompensating, the tough guy act is back . He's cold. He's mean. He "nearly" kills eto, someone he was actually supposed to save. And.. part of him... does? I don't know what that whole deal was don't ask me it's still confusing this is all canon here I am so confused about the black reaper vs eto fight yk what? Bad time back to touken rewrite back to non canon that should be canon

He throws shuu off a fucking roof yeah that happens I guess maybe it was a last ditch effort to save him. do I really have cover all this I don't think so actually but whatever his resolve his back the savior complex is back full force you get it

When touka sees kaneki again, after he's got hinami, she's angry. She knows kanekis back, nows her chance to finally get out that frustration. It's a bad time, not now... She pushed down her rage. "I'll see you." Not knowing kaneki intends to die by the hands of his father, Arima. Touka intends to see him later, to finally give him a piece of her mind. Oh tragic doomed lovers

During him and Arimas fight, all he thinks of is his friends, the people he needs to protects. Especially Touka, her words run through his head "I'll see you". I'll see you.

After his internal talk with "Hide" he realizes, he wants to live. "You just haven't found a reason to live, you'll find one in no time" and he had.. he just hadn't realized before.. he wants to live for everybody,, for touka.

If you noticed, not much has changed for black reaper and Touka

That's because I really love them for the most part, touka has been watered down but not nearly as much as she is in later parts of the story. This is where we fall out of canon touken almost entirely, because this is where my real problems with it start. Not just my problems with Touka.

After arimas death, Kaneki his heir, becomes the new one eyed king. Yomo and ayato had gotten hinami safely back to re. Touka stays behind to look for Kaneki. He wants to apologize but he's met with a clean punch to the face, just like the first time he left. Touka screams at him, unleashing all sorts of anger that she had kept bottled up

Using her kagune she slices at him, eventually they end up on the ground. Her hands are wrapped firmly around his neck not quite choking. She begins to cry, her grip softening as she crumbles before him. He sweetly holds her face with a hand and gives a pathetic "I'm sorry."

They stumble back to the coffee shop leaving cochlea, on the way kaneki tells touka about the quinx, his time at the ccg. He's filling the empty silence as touka just ignores him. She's still angry.

"Why did... You leave." It's asked in a sad voice, she's gritting her teeth with clenched fists.

"I thought it'd be best, I wanted to protect you, hide,, everyone at anteiku. It's what I had to do to get stronger"

"So you push me away? You take Tsukiyama with you?? But not me?"

"You had your studies"

"You know damn well that's not the reason! You thought I was weak!" She slams a fist against the door. Her tears are starting back up again.

"I didn't think you could.. I didn't want.. I was trying to protect you" he tries to reason, he really doesn't wanna do this now.

"You're selfish. You're still that fucking book nerd from before! Now you're trying to be someone you're not!'

She'd grab him by the collar of his shirt, kaneki doesn't fight it. He places a relaxed hand over her tense ones. They walk back into re.

A month has passed, just trying to recollect. He and many others are staying at the most notable being hinami and ayato. Nishio frequently visits. The air between touka and kaneki is thick but, there's an understanding. She knows why he left, she doesn't like it but she understands

Kaneki gets why she's upset, he hates to see her sad.

She makes him coffee for the first time since he was Sasaki, now he can truly appreciate how good it is, now he can truly appreciate her. Re is lovely, it feels like anteiku, like home. Touka outdid herself.

Touka talks about random things, trying to fill the air. It's weird having him again, she's trying to make it a new normal.

"Are you.. really back, kaneki?" An affirming nod is all Touka needs. It honestly makes her mad, makes her wanna hit him again, but she doesn't. She wants to learn to forgive.

(In canon touka DOES hit him here but like, then she's over it??? Like huh??? I thought that was stupid I want her to hold some real resentment not just hit him once and be over everything)

Kaneki starts "GOAT" which is STEWPID it's a stupid name that's not relevant I just wanna say it's stupid. Also to clarify the timeline again

Kanekis is sweet on her, and Toukas sweet on him. Situations are dire but they still make time to flirt... poorly. Kaneki smiling like an idiot and touka staring at her feet with a nervous blushed look. It's weird, they're both new to relationships, sure toukas been in a couple flings that last 4 months at most but never a real relationship. They're not dating but,, it's more than just old friends.

When touka asks to talk to him later kaneki assumes it's something about the mission, or something about the ccg

"So have you uh.. done it yet" She asks. Did he forget something?

"Done what?"

Her face is red

"Like,, y'know..."

"I knowww what?"

Touka looks frustrated after that, oh dear what as he done this time.

"Sex."

"Ah." Kaneki nearly spills his coffee

"Why do you uh.. ask."

Touka hides her face in her hand "whatever just.- forget it you wouldn't wanna be up for it anyways too much shit going on ha" she nervous laughs, avoiding eye contact.

Ohh.. kaneki gets it. Wait.

"No no now you have to tell me" he eggs on

Touka shakes her head, mouth firmly shut.

"Cmonn!!"

"I wanted to know if you'd like wanna do it with me which I mean you obviously dontcauselikeyeah no thatssoweird I'm so weird for asking" she begins to ramble clearly embarrassed

Her gibberish speech is stopped by a hand gently holding hers

"I really like you Touka."

She freezes.

Touka doesn't even have time to say it back before there's a short peck on her lips

Her eyes focus on kaneki, his face most likely redder than hers

"Was that.. bad?" Toukas both dying internally and cheering a mix of LETS FUCKING GOOOO and OH MY GOD NOOO Is the best way I can describe it.

"Remember when,, you said you'd be sad if I died" it's a distant memory but he nods

"I think that's when... I started to. Like you." Her sentence has pauses, she finally looks him in the eyes again.

Their moment is disrupted by a CCG raid led by tooru. Touka rushes into help, she's lost him once there's no way she'll let it happen again.

Res raid happens in a flash

After all that is said and done

He talks about hide, says all he wanted was to see him, touka can empathize. She misses Yoriko more than anything.

Toukas the one who initiates the kiss, they fall into the room together with messy kisses and promises to never leave each other again are prominent. Fingers digging into soft skin is welcomed it's all toukas wanted since she can remember

"Stay with me,, stay with me.." and "I love yous" are all that can be heard. They're close but not close enough all either of them want is to melt together as one. Then.. there's a bite.

Touka sinks her teeth into the nape of his neck, solidifying them together. He won't leave again, he promised. They'll keep each other safe.

They watch Yorikos wedding from afar, she longs to be there with her. She would've made such a good maid of honor. All kaneki can think about is when he's finally gonna get to marry touka.

Touka begins to wear her father's ring around her neck more frequently, starting to imagine a future with kaneki. Maybe he'll wear it someday, if he'll have her.

Days or weeks pass, touka feels sick to her stomach? She's worried she's... Late. Now would be a shitty time to be pregnant huh? It may just be stress. Looking back probably should've used protection.

Huddled in a bathroom holding a now used pregnancy test waiting for results.

Negative.

She's both relieved, and disappointed. Mostly relieved. There's time for that later. This scare only fuels her want to have a family with kaneki, one day. Just not yet.

She doesn't tell kaneki about it, another time.

Their time planning isn't left without kisses and reassurances that everything will be okay. Sometimes kaneki will get too stressed out and touka, oh touka you've never been good at comforting will /demand/ him to calm down. It ends with kaneki laughing and "that's not how that works!" and touka playfully pushing him away.

At some point they're sitting together, touka lazily resting against his shoulder.

"Thought I was pregnant.."

Kanekis heart sinks

"Are you?"

"No.. but I'd like to be, some point maybe.." it's grumbled and she's pulling away. Kaneki gently squeezes her hand

"We'll get there at some point" it's said with a sweet smile

"Dyknow how ghouls get married?"

Kaneki shakes his head. Toukas finger trails along that bite mark on his neck.

"A bite. Sorry, should've asked you.. heat of the moment"

Suddenly they're moving, kanekis, hands on her shoulders as he leans down

"Will you have me?"

"Always" she somehow stammers out and he reciprocates the mark on her, teeth sinking in almost feels like a prayer.

There's no wedding ceremony, that won't be for awhile. But it's good to know they have each other. Just in case they don't get the chance to.

Here's where we really get off canon

There's a war, it's started by kaneki and furuta slipping up and saying something wrong to mutsuki I won't get into the details but it's all their mother fucking fault furutas the main cause he's instigating BLAH BLAH BLAH

People die he's missing it's essentially ccg vs aoigiri and ghouls in general I hate the dragon arc I told you this would happen you were warned Im not going into details because this is about touken not the general story of re and what I would do to fix it

There's a search for kaneki, the ccg needs to find him for execution and the ghouls need to find him cuz duh he's their leader the one eyed king

Touka talks with hide on the roof (he's back now whatever I just didn't mention it assume things I don't mention are just stuff that happen in re you fill in the blanks)

They both talk about their love for him, there's an understanding, fighting to save someone who you're not sure you actually can save. Two sides of the same coin. Toukas almost mad he stole kanekis first kiss.

He's found half death buried beneath a sea of bodies, touka pulls him out. She can barely hear a heart beat, what did you do kaneki... He's dying, touka drags his almost lifeless body out. His body oh God his BODY has been slowly being consumed by his kakuja, it covers his face his chest. It's trying to eat to heal not knowing the damage it's causing.

There is no life in this city aside from touka and the dying light in her arms. She won't give up she can't now, they still have to have a family

Kanekis brought to a room, in a dazed rc cell deficient coma

The ccg is on hold with their plans of execution, they'll wait for him to wake up. Not sure if he ever will

Touka is at his bed side when he finally wakes, instinctively enveloping him in a hug she makes demands of "don't you ever scare me like that again" with eyes full of tears, probably got a lil snot on him too ugly crying, she offers him her father's ring, which he accepts.

There's kakuja scars lining down his body now, but it's good to be alive.

With the war still raging and furuta as it's lead there has to be something done but . There's good news for once

Kaneki learns that hides alive, he wants to see him. Kaneki meets with hide and that whole scene doesn't change cuz I love it

Kaneki, now fully healed needs to finish what he started.

Whole furuta vs the ccg fight yada yada yada it ends with a peace treaty between ghouls and humans you don't care you came for touken and I don't care I came to talk about touken

With furuta dead, the world at peace, they can finally do what they always wanted.

In the epilogue, there's a gathering at the kaneki house, the wedding was years before and isn't shown. Everyone they knew is there, and there's a small figure being held by Touka, a smiling baby girl named Ichika after kanekis mother. She's beautiful with dark purple roots like touka with white filling the rest like kanekis. Touka went back to school and became a biologist, working on ghouls and figuring out how they all work. Kaneki became a middle ground ghouls and humans, the ambassador of both sides. Finally having the family they've always wanted. It's a beautiful day.

This should not be as long as it is, I'm so sorry it's still a rough draft of what I actually would've wanted😭

And to clarify some of the war stuff I will cover how I think that arc should've went in a different post so I'm sorry if things are confusing fill in the blanks with stuff already from re

I reread re in a DAY to write this and looking back re touken is not as bad as I remembered. It's just ... Bland.. a nothing sandwich with a side of water. But that's me being mean sorry they do have some cute moments

Thank you for sitting through this incomprehensible ramble with many many plot holes but those aren't relevant it's a touken centric post not the general story!!! Thank you I'm Cody!!

[the-fiction-witch]

Move In

Media - Lewis (The Mind Has Mountains) Character - Adam Douglas Couple - Adam X Reader Reader - y/n Rating - 12 + Word Count - 1406

Adam was... stressed. He sat inside his flat, tucked up tightly to his desk. He was clacking away on his keyboard keys to type up his essay. He had 10,000 words due in less than twenty-four hours and only managed about 5000 of them, so he'd been sipping coffee for the last three hours desperate to stay awake and get it all done. He was stressed, weary, depleted, but he kept going.

His girlfriend Y/n, lay on his bed behind him, snuggled up in the sheets as cosy as possible almost taunting him with the idea of rest and comfort with her. She'd promised to stay up with him while he worked but had fallen into small naps several times.

He could feel her watching him, and he felt guilty. guilty that she was waiting for him, guilty that she was missing out on sleep for him. The last time she'd fallen asleep, he'd stopped his work and tucked her in better, pulling the covers up and placing a kiss on her head. He wanted to stop, to rest, to join her and cuddle and sleep, but he had a deadline. He stopped for a moment, just taking a second to relax his eyes. They were strained and dry staring at his monitor, and he ran his hand across his face as he leant back and glanced up at the electric alarm clock resting on his desk. The red light flashing thee thirty-one AM. He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled a long and tired sigh before he leant forward and got back to work, typing again.

"when's the deadline for submission?" Y/n asked gently,

"Nine." He said, barely looking away from his screen as he typed, too afraid that if he stopped, he'd never pick it up again. "I'm trying to get it done as quickly as possible so I can just rest,"

“Why not go back and do the whole, replace ‘because’ with ‘so therefore the reason for this is’ that turns one word into seven.” She suggested,

He stopped. "Damnit Y/n, That's genius!" He started deleting and rewriting his existing sentences right away,

"You see. this is why you date the English major." she giggled,

"You're the best girlfriend I swear. What did I ever do without you, hm?" He chuckled, still typing away.

"You'd be sad and lonely," she teased sitting up to lean over and kiss his head as he worked,

He smiled and he leaned his head to the side as he continued typing. She always knew when he needed reassurance, whether physical or verbal, the only thing that would calm him like this "Sad and lonely..." he repeated, laughing softly, "That very much sounds like my life before I met you," He stopped his typing, only for a moment and tilted his head upwards to look at her "Y'know, I've really been thinking about something..."

"Oh? About ancient political organizations?" she asked glancing at his essay,

He rolled his eyes, lightly slapping her thigh before continuing, "It's not about the essay, I wanna ask you something..."

"oh? What?" Y/n asked,

He pushed his swivel chair back from the desk to look up at her, and he took her hand, "You know I love you, don't you? That I'd do anything for you, that I'd give you anything in the world?"

Y/n smiled, "I am very aware Adam you tell me every day, I love you too. And I think it's very sweet."

He smiled warmly at her, taking a moment to admire her, and how perfect she was. To him at least. "I've just... I've been thinking about, I dunno future stuff. I can't imagine not having you around, but I've been thinking if you'd..." He stopped for a moment, taking a breath. His heart was racing, nervous about what he was about to say. "...if you'd want to..." He swallowed, feeling a lump starting to form in his throat. She loved him right? She'd say yes? Why was he so nervous? "If you'd want to move in with me? Here, to my flat, once we are done with uni. I have enough money, I've been saving for a while and you have a shitty landlord and you've stayed over here all the damn time anyway so..."

Y/n hummed taking a moment to think about it, "You've really thought about this haven't you?" she asked trying to figure out as she watched his reaction, if this was a sleepy spur of the moment idea or if Adam had really thought about this.

He fidgeted under her watchful eye, but he answered truthfully. "You have no idea how often I've been thinking about this. Thinking about you, living with me, spending every night with eachother, cuddling, watching crappy shows on the tv together. How I'd love to wake up every morning to you being next to me... I've been thinking about it a lot."

Y/n smiled, "That’s very sweet Adam... and I am sure it would be very nice. We can talk about it more... when your done your work okay. Properly talk it out."

He smiled, nodding gently at her. She didn't say no! She hadn't straight up said no, and he had a chance to talk more. "Right... yeah we can talk more when I'm finished." He leant over and placed a kiss on her cheek,

Y/n kissed his forehead and smiled, "We'll talk when we have the time to endlessly ramble." she cooed trying to reassure him and not make him worry she was going to say no.

He smiled at her, but his anxiety didn't pass that easily. Of course she might say no, there was always a chance, and his mind wouldn't shut up about it. He started to doubt himself, why would she want to move in with him anyway? She was probably just being polite to not hurt his feelings. He tried to shake the thoughts from his mind, and he squeezed her thigh. "Could you... could you sit on my lap? I just... I need you close to me."

Y/n nodded so Adam rolled back over to his desk and Y/n came over sitting on his lap while he did his work, "That better?"

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her on his lap. He rested his head on her shoulder and hummed in contentment, "Yeah... much better!" He sat there for a moment, hugging her and just enjoying her presence, before he finally made himself get back to work. He needed to finish this as quickly as possible so that he could stop worrying. He wanted so badly to have her by his side all the time, it was so stressful worrying that there was even a slight chance she would say no. Adam did his best writing away for another hour, but all the while Y/n sat on his lap nuzzled in his neck having a small nap on him. Adam was used to it by now, used to being Y/n's pillow. He didn't mind it either, he found it actually quite endearing. He was also used to working while she was asleep on his lap, and didn't mind in the slightest as it let him work much more effectively than he would do by himself. finally, he finished up not even caring to go more then ten words over the minimum. He checked it over added his source list and immediatly sent it over to the submission portal the moment the site confirmed it was taken. He felt the weight lift off of him the moment he pressed submit, and he leant heavily into the back of his chair, wrapping his arms around Y/n, still asleep on his lap, tighter.

"Humm?" Y/n stirred a little,

He chuckled, rubbing her back a little, "It's okay babe, don't wake up. I've just finished it"

"Yay..." she cooed kissing his cheek, "Well done Adam, now come to bed..."

He chuckled softly, nodding as he wrapped his arms around her tightly, lifting her up and carrying her over to the bed, laying her down carefully before climbing in next to her, wrapping his arms around her again and pulling her close into him. He nuzzled his head into her neck, and inhaled deeply. He could almost feel the tension and stress leave his body. He was with Y/n now, cuddled up in bed where he was at his happiest. It didn't matter if she said yes or no tomorrow, right now he just wanted to hold her close and rest.

[seth-shitposts]

I need to ask this, as I'm listening to the defectors au playlist, who did you think of when you put Billie Eilish's "what was I made for?" Because it makes me think of Kallus slowly unraveling after Lasan and realising just what kind of government he put his whole trust in to do the right thing, or is it Ezra dealing with his feelings after being essentially abandonded by yet another parental figure? and then having to battle with those feelings after Twilight of the Apprentice? what were your thoughts on this because it's just plagueing my mind right now

(What a motherfucking coincidence you ask this because i was thinking over it not even an hour ago-) (and thank you so much again for making the playlist, i have been listening to it every day since youve created it-)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING- (warning, I have rambled nonsensically a lot, apologies-) (edit: FUCK ALRIGHT- I got distracted and accidentally swiped out of the app without saving so I have to rewrite it-)

The answer is both.

Now, I did first think of Kallus for it, but I've been think of a lot of Ezra during it as well.

This is a story with multiple moving parts, some songs are applied to more than one character or instance. And some songs are stretched over the course of an arc, whether that arc is as long as a few years or as short as an instant. This one is not an exception to that.

In Kallus’s case, it's part of his slow crash and burn with his faith to the empire, as well as period of time that follows after Lasan. As time goes on and events happen and seeds take root, there are moments. Moments of creeping doubt and dread.

Kallus has multiple goals, objectives, near the beginning of the story. The established duty to the empire; being a part of doing something far greater than himself. Making a difference for those who need it across the galaxy. The decision to take care of Ezra; a direct impact. Not taking action and not taking initiative can and would be just as detrimental as taking a misaction. And then his choice to help Mira and Ephraim; he thinks they're simply misguided or a miscommunication led to a severe misunderstanding. Because they very much have the same desire to help others and to help uplift that got him to join the empire.

As the years go on, it all starts to wear harder on him, especially in moments.

Mmm I look forward to writing out that in one particular scene, as Kallus is watching Ezra filling a room with such joy during a party, such light-hearted warmth, Kallus has to step away from the event for a moment. Because it's been about three years and Ezra is growing and it's so fast, too fast, and Mira and Ephraim are missing it. He's been fighting tooth and nail for them to be here and they aren't because despite all the work being done on both ends, the appeal for their situation just got pushed again. And now they've lost three years of watching Ezra grow into such a bright kid and it's leaving a sour taste in Kallus’s mouth.

At one point, he starts to realize that he doesn't think they actually plan on releasing the bridgers, but he realizes that the day before he is shipped off to lasan. Lasan cements the cumulation of the past five years to him. Everything he's dedicated himself to, he was lied to, led on. A d he complied to it. This, all round him- the smoke and ash and dead silence, is what has come from his dedication to the empire.

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And then with Ezra, near the end of the five years, he senses a dread a sadness that hangs in the air.

He feels it too. Because even though he sees his parents and that they are safe, it's not the same. They aren't home. Kallus doesn't know that he knows, but Ezra knows that Kallus has been working almost every day to see through to the release of his parents. Something about it has made Kallus more frustrated than before.

Ezra continues on though, because Kallus has never once broken his word to Ezra. At least not until he returns after a mission that took over two weeks because it was across the whole galaxy. Kallus returns home to Lothal, and everything changes over night. Kallus finally realizes what the empire is but he isn't leaving, and he isn't leaving with Ezra. And Ezra knows exactly why even though Kallus still isn't saying it. And Ezra wants to ask for him not to return to the empire, but he knows that Kallus isn't going to leave without his parents, and he wants his parents back. He wants his parents and Kallus.

So he does as Kallus instructs, but something still pulls at him. He's in a bit of a daze by the time he makes it to the port where he's supposed to meet Tseebo. He sees Tseebo for a split moment and then he doesn't. He doesn't know where Tseebo ran off to, he doesn't know how long Kallus is going to take finding his parents, he doesn't know if kallus is going to find them or of they're going to come back.

In this moment he feels like he's lost everything he never even had to begin with. His parents, only ever having seen them in the walls of an imperial compound. Tseebo, who was only ever present to assist and is still so fearful that he choose to run after his parents and Kallus were depending on him, and is the one person Kallus would actually listen to. And Kallus. Who was always so dedicated him but was never really his, the man's faith to the empire has been dying but now that it's gone Ezra still doesn't have him because now he's run off to go find his parents.

And this grief hits him all over again when Kanan distants himself. And Ezra feels that it's his fault because of how trusting he was of Maul. Kanan got hurt and lost his sight and he's pulling away from Ezra and no matter what Ezra tries, there's nothing he's able to do to stop Kanan from slipping away and Ezra can't do this again.

I hope this made sense and I hope it answers your question! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING I LOVED IT.

[memberment]

WHAT THE FUCK‼️

Good morning everyone archive is back up I just woke up instead of getting ready to go to bed and I'm actually tweaking because I just remembered smoothies exist and I want one.

Anyways. Updates here today.

(7:54) the fact that I'm awake this early and it's because I like just woke up and am not just going to bed has me bugged. I feel like I need to take a nap to reset myself. But A Girl is at 10.2k so. We have that at least??? Will it get finished today???

I seriously hope so bc I've been literally dragging this out so long

(9:38) .... guys what if I dropped one of my current rotation ideas to make something Dovakien centric. Like based on all the tiny bits we do have from canon. Because..... I may or may not be thinking about it.

It's 11:57. I have yet to take a nap. And I'm honestly kinda sad over this rn (I am allergic to happiness and apparently it really shows when creek is involved, chat wtf is wrong with me)

(6:07) guys I took a nap and have now settled on I'm finishing A Girl and then I very well may go back to finishing Genesis BC I WANNA WORK ON REVELATIONS SO BAD. ^The above is Karma. So now I'm just thinking about Trin in general and how it hurts my soul LMAOOO

(9:46) While I'm on here procrastinating, I just wanna note that I think it's kinda funny that Revelations will have almost a 'monster of the week' format. Like I fucking adore monster of the week stuff so actually having something like that and making it my own (despite the fact that it's in a four chapter rotation so it is month and not week), is both very funny and makes me very happy.

(1:23) I'm sorry imagine rejecting someone your their and your own peace of mind only for them to come find you the next morning and throw a stack of papers on the table in front of you and claim that they reject your rejection. LIKE PLS I FUCKING LOVE THE WAY I WRITE BEBE SHES SO FUNNY

(2:40) after getting completely distracted I am in the home stretch of finishing this. Then I'm jumping back on Trin for a bit. Maybe. Idk I'm afraid to write the end LMAOOOOO

(3:27) AT 15.2K WORDS, A GIRL IS DONEEE. IT'S TINY. I DON'T CARE. IT'S KINDA CUTE. IDK IF I HATE IT. WHO KNOWS. IT'S DONE THOUGH.

YeAH IT'S Exactly one hour later and I'm back on Genesis. Can someone make the decision for me if I actually want to write Cartman into this or not.... Because part of me really wants to fucking do it. Like probably not in part one. Most likely not in part one. But I am debating on properly giving him a role.

(4:55)Guys I literally have five chapters left and now is when I decide oh hey you know what????

Maybe I should just erm... Tinker with Wendy's character a little bit. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN TINKER WITH HER CHARACTER A LITTLE BIT BRUH WHO DO I THINK I AM????

Okay wait it's 4:59 I actually already accidentally put Wendy almost exactly where I want to be so everything is fine now. I can live with this.

(6:56) and just like that I'm playing around with the New Beginnings Rewrite.....

[xalsirarts]

So I'm on my way home from Chicago, and I couldn't bring my tablet with me on the trip. And because there isn't any signal in the mountains, I've been rewriting/editing an Jeff x Ellie rp from Discord (we blocked each other) plus I'm very sad with the rp- this scene deserves better detail. So here's a little sneak peek at what I have so far;

Discord RP(unedited) ->

Ellie: *walks past his room and sees his clothes all over the floor. Decides to go inside and clean up his room*

Jeff: *walks in with a huff before realizing Ellie is there* WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY STUDF

Ellie: *jumps a little, holding his sweaters and a hanger as she froze infront of his closet* c-cleaning

Jeff: *his shoulders lower as he huffs past her and lays face first on his bed with a groan* just make sure they’re where I can find em ok

Here is what I wrote (sry for bad grammer, didn't spell check) ->

Ellie walks down the hallway past a familiar room, pausing. The sight of clothes all over the floor, both clean and dirty, stop her in her tracks. Without more than a second to think of her options, she decides to step through the door that stood ajar.

Jeff drags his feet back down the hall towards his room, a beer in one hand and a phone in his other hand that took all his attention as he sipped on the yeasty liquid. As he walks up to the door he had forgotten to shut, he noticed it open less than he had left it. It hadn't been something that bothered Jeff too much as he looked back at his screen while pushing open the door. But when Jeff stepped into his room while opening his door entirely, he almost dropped his beer and choked at the sight of the green woman in his pigsty.

"The fuck- ..are you doing in MY room?" Jeff asked in pure shock out of disrespect. He was quick to ask more questions, they sounded more like accusations though.

"Are you going through my shit!?" "Why do you have my clothes!?" "You stealing MY stuff!?"

Ellie jumps a little, her barely beating heart picking up is almost silent pace. She clutched the white material of one of Jeff's sacred hoodies to her chest, holding his sweater in one fist and a hanger in her other. Frozen by her feet infront of his closet, she answered in an unsure tone.

"C-cleaning"

Her voice had stuttered as she felt the doubt and uncertainty she hadn't processed her decision to clean the room with come flooding to her, amplifying itself twice over. This reaction makes Jeff take a moment to read in her expression and the actions he had began scolding her for, making him begin to feel regret at treating her as he he had caught her in the act of a horrible deed, even if it annoyed him that she was doing anything at all. His shoulders lower from letting the muscles in his back unclench around his ribcage, a huff leaving his lips as he resumed his steps into his room.

Jeff says nothing for a moment as he walks up to his bed, placing the beer on his dirty bedside table and lays face first on his bed with a groan. His body jumps under the old spring of his matress as it hits the bed with a heavy creek and multiple springs squeaking.

Without apologizing for blowing up at Ellie first, he just says, "Just make sure my shits' where I can find em. Hate when people just touch my stuff.."

Alright- back to the next 5 hours of my drive to finish writing because I honestly forgot how much I missed writing (especially about my babies). Let me know if I should post the full thing on here when I'm done :3

[gorgugplushie]

(paceplace) / honestly ttcc writing is very messy i agree. i love the game to bits and dissecting it but the flaws in it are as enriching to pick apart as it is frustrating to discover. it really, truly does break my heart that toons aren't as appreciated as the cogs and i wish there were toon characters you could focus on in the same way the mgrs are. the NPCs you meet along the taskline are charming and i adore every single one of them but as much as i personally like them i don't think its enough to capture people's attention in the broad sense.

irt my qualms w/ how ttcc handles its game i think one of the many main issues boils down to the fact that they're disorganized. their issue w/ how lore has been distributed has been addressed twice by the team itself iirc (once in th same tweet where they confirmed fire\\setter as canon and once in their writers backstage post from around a yr ago). their writers backstage post helped give a little more perspective on why the lore was scattered around Like That.

as all over the place as the lore is, i do feel it's important to mention that they said in their backstage writers post they plan on eventually migrating all of their social media comics to the website so things like the rain\\diver comic is very likely to still be canon they just haven't added it in yet. idk why they don't add it around the same time its posted on social media my guess is maybe they're still trying to organize all the lore or redo some of it since its so all over the place (a couple of the comics we have rn on their website that are considered canon has info that was technically retconned) but yeah. i have hope that the way they handle their lore and (hopefully!) their taskline when they get around to rewriting it will improve in the later updates. i try very hard to stay on top w/ clash's lore esp since i have ppl come to me w/ questions regarding clash's story, characters, etc. but sometimes it is Very headache-inducing so i sympathize w/ how confusing/frustrating it is to a casual player. or just any lore-enjoyer tbf. i swear on my life i almost went crazy trying to make a timeline with btl

anyways you don't have to answer this if you don't want (i gen. apologize for the wall of text i really tried to get straight to the point w/ what i'm saying. and even then there's still a lot i wanted to say) but i'm really glad to see discussions on it. oftentimes criticism gets mistaken for hate and it shuts the entire convo which Peeves me. even if w/e's being criticized turns out to fall flat its better to address or talk about it than it is to not, imo.

Yes, exactly! I agree with all the points you've made here.

It's so strange to me that ttcc doesn't really lean into more how the cogs affect the toons, or toon society for all that matter, its a wonder people are so baised with cogs because we really dont get anything about toons. Their less part of the game and more set peices for this war, which sucks!

Theres obviously alot more room to write about toon lore and it would be easier to implement it in game, yet it gets brushed aside to further characterize the cogs and thats sad bc alot of the toons are cute and unique! Ttcc has great toon designs!

I also have to agree with the way the lore is handled, id even go as far to say big updates themsleves are handled in a frankly. Unprofessional manner. I mean, compare the update live streams done in jokey powerpoint slides to ttrs panles where they talk about progress on the updates. We really get little to no inside information until it's already ready to drop. Sure the game updates more regularly but all these updates are starting to feel like filler and padding. I at least can hope that hammerspace and mix and match at least come with some toon lore?

Its a shame that alot of what drew me into this game ends up weighing it down : (

Also yeah lol i didnt main tag this for a reason i do want to keep the discussion open! But all great points!

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Thank you (again) to @fangirlwriting-stories for the tag!!! I love these :D

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

61!  

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

573,015

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Sanders Sides at the moment - I usually only really write for one fandom at a time, haha. Though technically hell's belles too? Because of the crossover?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 

I hate that I wrote for the bnha fandom - my lovely tss fics have been entirely outshined (if you go and find these fics I will personally steal every left sock you own.).

These are all My Hero Fics, please go give my TSS fics some kudos and love before I cry.

5 -Cuddles at Midnight, with 529

4 - Objective : Initiate Hitoshi Shinso, with 566

3 - The Adopt A Hero Foundation, with 852

2 -New Beginnings, with 3187

1 - Not Cut Out For Heroics, with 7851.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! I always try to, at least on all my SaSi fics, I don't really respond to comments on the bnha fics anymore unless someone says something particularly interesting because I can't stand to look at them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't write angsty endings, really :/ please correct me if I'm wrong but I don't think I've ever written anything with a particularly sad ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Also pretty hard to choose because theres so many dndjkxkdd dnjdjxsk possibly 'Across Land and Water'?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have only got hate comments like a couple of times and every time they were really fucking pathetic. So... Take that as you will, lol.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't, but I'd really like to, if I can ever work myself up to it haha. There's not enough monsterfucking in the tss fandom when there's more than enough opportunities.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don't usually write crossovers, In my brain I don't see the point in rewriting the story of one thing but with the characters of another?

But! I love fandom fusions, which I guess is a subcategory of crossover? Which is just, when I add the characters of one fandom into the setting of the other, keeping the original's storyline and characters the same.

I've only actually written one of these - my hell's belles crossover/fusion! Which I love very much!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, haha, I have found some of my art on Pinterest though.

(where the fudgecakes is question 12??)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've written a few things with @viola-halogen , none of them have ever seen the light of day lol (as far as I remember?), but they were all incredibly fun. I also used to rewrite angsty fic endings (with permission from the authors) with two other people who were both very awesome. Those are still on wattpad somewhere.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Honestly don't have one? Not an all time favourite. It always depends on what fandom I'm in? So currently it's Prinxiety, or Roceit, or Anaroceit. When I was in the bnha fandom it was tododeku. Etc.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Most of them?

I'm honestly so sad I don't think I'll ever finish Crown Princes and Butterfly Wings. I'll probably never 'finish' my New Year's AU, and there's been so many wips sat in my doc for almost a year that I don't think I'll finish :(

16. What are your writing strengths?

This is so hard to answer, I'm having a bit of a 'i hate everything I'm doing' moment rn, cndjdksks - I love writing dialogue, and I love character design/backstory creation and AU worldbuilding.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Executing the plot I came with. Sticking to my fucking plans (the fics are always worse when I improvise xndjkdks)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I feel like it can be done well? And it's always cool - at least if the author provides some kind of translation so I can actually still follow the fic.

I don't do it personally because I don't know any other languages and feel like I'd probably offend someone if I Google translated it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically? Either the Rainbow Magic book series or this one mermaid kids book series I don't quite remember the name of. When I was really little. My first fanfic that I knew was fanfic was Aphmau.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Ribbons and Rainstorms, by a mile. Go read it if you haven't, I love it so much!!!!

Tagging: @viola-halogen (If you want to, just because I already tagged you in this post lol), , @naminethewriter, @edupunkn00b, @prodigal-explorer <3

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Investigations (Part 3): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: when things are uncovered, can you handle the truth? Or are you doomed to make a mistake you can't rectify?

wc: 2.1k

tw: violence

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Ran's past was a lie.

When you met him at the country club five years ago, your pasts had been explained in hushed tones and excited flurries of memories; sharing photos of the time before he was an executive of the communications company he worked in and the time before you were a journalist.

Ran said he had gone to jail twice, both for crimes he had been an accessory to as a delinquent kid, but that he'd cleaned up his act after and made his way up the corporate ladder. Nothing about gangs or being a Heavenly King in Tenjiku made it past his lips.

You had been honest, too. Your tales included the time you'd accidentally happened upon a massive gang fight, and that's how your investigative journalism skills began to bloom.

Who was fighting?

What were they going to do after?

Where did these gangs come from?

When did this argument start?

Why were they fighting?

How did gangs form in the first place?

Those were all the questions you sought out answers for that night and the next five years after, devoting your time and effort to finding the truth about everything.

"Babe?" You freeze, hands hovering over the keys at the sound of Ran's voice. You don't turn around - you can't even look at him the same these days - but he fixes that by walking over to you and turning you around in your chair. "What are you doing up so late?"

"Just doing some writing." His violet eyes search yours for the truth, but you know he won't be able to find it. Not while you're still trying to unravel his past. Ran kisses your eyelids sweetly, cupping your face in his large palms and littering his love across your face as you try your best to remain still and not confess about your research.

"Come to bed. It's late."

"I've got a few more paragraphs," you explain, motioning to the small print on your screen. "I'll be in bed soon."

But your lie is discovered shortly thereafter. It's five a.m. when Ran returns, seeing you slumped against your desk, arms cushioning your head, laptop screen blank. Instinctively, Ran pulls you out of your seat - making your notebook fall to the ground - grunting softly as he scoops you up into his arms and cradles you against his chest.

You willingly allow your husband to carry you to bed, where your two-year-old is also nestled among the sheets and pillows, thumb tucked into his mouth. And for a moment, Ran appreciates the view, seeing the two people he loved the most - besides his younger brother - laying in the bed he paid for, in the house he built, in the city he owns.

But then he remembers the slight disarray you left your things in at the desk and returns, picking up your pencil and notebook before laying them beside the laptop. Then his eyes catch "Ran's past?" written in bold, red letters, along with the words: "Tenjiku" and "Tandai" also written in the web of other words surrounding his name. "South Terano" is also on that web.

He'd have to take care of that in the morning.

And for the first time in a long time, worry bubbles to the surface of his mind, and Ran rips the sheet of paper from your notebook, tossing it into the kitchen trashcan and considering his deed done. He concealed his past to protect his family. And he's concealing the present to achieve the same goal; all for the future to be revealed later. That's how everything should be.

Right? _____________________________________________________________

"Ran," you whisper, lips running across his knuckles. His fingers cup your jaw, and his own lips press against your forehead, violet eyes darkening slightly. "It's six am. Where are you going this early?"

"I have to go into the office for a little while," he murmurs, kissing your forehead again. "I'll be back around lunchtime." Thoughts of Tandai and Tenjiku flash into your mind for a moment, but you smile at him sleepily anyway, absolutely sure these things are part of his past and not in the present.

"We'll be waiting for you, my love."

Despite all of your best intentions, though, you can't help but be consumed by the idea of Ran out, fighting, stealing, maiming... You consider asking him about these things, these concerns, but you decide against it as you're helping Kai with his lunch. If he wanted to leave it in the past, there's a good reason for it. He would have told you if it would be a problem later. Right?

Ran wouldn't jeopardize your family, your home, your life for something so... juvenile.

Right?

The clatter of keys on the counter in the living room brings you back to the present, and you perk up, your two-year-old mimicking your expression.

"Daddy!" Kai slides down from his seat and runs to greet Ran, clutching his father's legs with all his little might.

"Hey, buddy," Ran laughs, stooping to pick up his son with excitement. "How are you doing?" As son and father have a very stimulating conversation about playtime, you watch them in wonder, observing the way Ran makes his child a priority, just like he makes you a priority. But your countenance falls as soon as you see the blood spot on the bottom of Ran's lavender suit jacket. You know its blood because of the way it dried - that's no ketchup stain.

You fake a smile anyway, giving Ran a kiss on the cheek and tugging his jacket off after he sits Kai back on the tile floor.

"Hard day?"

"Kind of," Ran mumbles, and you catch the sight of a long scratch down the side of his neck. "But I made it through." You hum, taking the pin-striped jacket to the laundry room and slinging it over the side of the washer. You'd need that later.

"Need to relax?" you wonder, and Ran grins at you mischievously.

"Maybe later, after bedtime?"

_____________________________________________________________

But "later" never came.

Instead, Ran and Kai fell asleep on the sofa, watching a kid's movie, and you retreated to the office, powering up your laptop and pulling your notebook closer.

You immediately notice something's wrong, as the notes you had before were missing. Everything is gone. Not even a word of all the research you had done was there. Hadn't you written meticulous notes and names and things about Ran's past that could be interconnected? You break out in a sweat and search in every drawer of the desk, every place it could possibly be. You come up with nothing, and let out a frustrated sigh before slumping down in your seat and pulling up the computer history from yesterday. If you had to rewrite every single thing, that's fine. You'd just need more time to gather your evidence for the meeting on Saturday.

You're knee-deep in articles and police reports when you stumble across a more recent - actually as recent as this morning - article titled: "Ex-gangster found dead in meat factory". The picture of South Terano startles you, and you click on it, feeling a sense of dread as the article details how he was found hanging upside-down in the warehouse with a bullet hole in his head. And just like that, your newest lead has fizzled out. You groan, writing down "South Terano, deceased" on your notepad, then exiting the tab.

There had to be someone else you could ask. Shuji Hanma only provided you with Ran and Rindou's names, no one else.

"What's this?"

The door to the office shuts softly, and you look over your shoulder at Ran, who is walking toward you with measured steps, his eyes taking in your exhausted expression and the way you're hunched over that notepad. Again.

"What are you doing? You look tired, babe. Let's go to bed, yeah?"

Suddenly, pieces begin to click as Ran leans his hip against the desk, staring down at you in the chair with squinted violet eyes. "You threw away my notes... Didn't you?"

"What are you doing in my business, y/n?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you were in two gangs?" you counter, fingers shaking slightly. "Ran, this is something I needed to know before--"

"You wouldn't have married me if I told you." Ran's tone is cold, almost as if he's turned into the past version of himself without batting an eye.

"You don't know that." Ran leans forward, coming to eye level with you a smirking.

"I know you. And that's all I need." Ran reaches out a hand to close the laptop, still smiling and maintaining eye contact. "Now here's what you're going to do. First, you're going to stop digging into my past. There's nothing there that you need to find. Second, you're going to come to bed. It's late, you're tired. Finally," Ran cups your chin like he did this morning, except his fingers aren't so tender this time. "You're going to cut off contact with both Shuji Hanma and Taiju Shiba. I'm not really fond of either of them, and I'm not a fan of having them tell my business to my wife."

"They were only doing it because I asked."

"Taiju, maybe. Shuji isn't so eager to fuck you. I doubt he did it out of the kindness of his heart." You can't say anything to refute his claims. Ran is probably right. But you can't get one question out of your mind.

"Why are you trying to hide your past? What's there that I won't like?"

"What isn't there is the real question."

"What can you tell me about the gang that's just surfaced in Tokyo?" Ran's face slackens, transforming into a half-surprised, half-blank look that you realize is one that means he's been caught. "Oh, my fucking god," you breathe, tears stinging your eyes. "South, the fish, the murders, the crime... It's you. It's been you this whole time. I've been chasing my own husband down." Panic begins to set in, and your mind whirls around as you shake in your seat, bringing your hands up to your head. "Just tell me Rindou isn't in this," you breathe, but Ran doesn't answer you, still wearing that dumb look on his face. You let out a cry of shock, covering your mouth and trying to back away from Ran as much as you can.

The source is a lot closer than you think.

You slide down the wall, shocked into stillness as your sobs quiet, and Ran straightens up, placing his hands in his sweatpant pockets. The long nights, the early mornings, the bloodstains, the damn suits... It all led to this. Ran had never really left his old lifestyle behind. He'd gotten caught up in it, and brought you and Kai into it unknowingly.

"I never meant for it to get this... unhinged." You can't reply, tucking your knees into your chest as you stare past Ran and at the opposite wall, wondering how you'd missed the signs, the obvious signs that Ran was up to no good. "I know this is a lot to take in, but we can--"

"I can't stay here."

The words fall from your mouth and Ran flinches, shaking his head.

"No. You can't leave."

"Yes, I can," you mumble, standing and wiping your tears. "I can do whatever I need to do to keep Kai safe, and--"

"Kai is safer here than out there," Ran snaps, pointing at the window. "I'm not letting my son out of my sight. Your snooping has caused enough trouble as it is; I wouldn't have had to go and clean up this morning if you hadn't--"

"Don't blame this on me," you retort, pointing at Ran accusatorially. "You're the one who joined a gang and is still in one! What kind of role model are you for our son now?"

"I provide the best way I can," Ran grits out, clenching his fists. "You've never gone hungry, cold, or ill-clothed a day in your life while you were with me."

"I would rather die than enjoy a life paid for with blood money."

"Blood money? You really think--" You try to push past Ran, but he grabs your shoulders, yanking you back in front of him. "You're not going anywhere except to our bed."

"Let me go, Ran Haitani," you mutter, hands balling up into little fists. "Or I'll scream."

"Who will hear you? Kai?"

How had you been so foolish? Ran's lips press together momentarily as his violet eyes run over your figure, taking stock of all your five-foot-six stature. You're no match for Ran. Not mentally, and certainly not physically. Ran notices your defeat and his hands slide down to your wrists, tugging your delicate hands up to his chest.

"Everything will be fine," he whispers, drawing you close. "I'm taking care of us. Just trust me."

Just trust me.

[common-grackle]

hey gracie!! could you tell me more about your original works pleeeeease :D

hi Helena!! I can absolutely do that!

I'm in the "I have no idea what this is but it's COOL" stage for most of my projects right now and...none of them have titles but that's okay!

Untitled novella #1 - There's a girl named Charlotte and she is struggling. You know that feeling of dread you get at 3 am when you realize that you can't save everybody? That's what the story is about.

This one is probably urban fantasy (I'm too nervous to write anything that includes more worldbuilding than that) and I have a vague magic system in mind that has to do with, you guessed it, self-sacrifice. Like, everyone has some kinda power (what kind? unconfirmed, i thought of this very late at night) that they could use, but at a cost perfectly tailored to them. (Charlotte knows this, but she never learns.) This sounds a bit twisted but I'm very excited for a specific moral dilemma that includes our protagonist hurting people close to her for the sake of the Greater Good™. Don't worry, the ending is happy-ish.

(as a side note, I have some art for this one in the works!!)

Untitled novella #2 - I've done a lot of traveling in the past, and it tends to work its way into my writing, so I was like...screw it let's do another road trip story. (I do have a fic on ao3 that's about a road trip and nostalgia and The Past, and it's almost 8 thousand words, but like...I can't let an idea go, and you can never have enough road trip stories.) Actually, I'm just smashing all of my favorite tropes into this one - we have found family, dramatic flashbacks, reincarnation but the sad kind because the main character has no way to find the people they remember - you know. Fun stuff.

The Superhero Story™ - Can we tell that I'm allergic to outlines? This is about teen friend groups and superheroes and holding it together when the world is falling apart, and also maybe some bisexuals and getting locked in a grocery store for the night. I have no clue what form this will take.

That story from when I was ten - Uh. Yeah. I wrote a whole 50k-word fantasy novel when I was ten and it might be entertaining to revisit that some time. That's the whole idea. (I won't rewrite it, but I might reread it and post some excerpts? It was pretty bad.)

These were a lot of fun to type up, thank you so much for asking!! <333

[bi-bard]

Picture Perfect - Winchester Brothers Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Winchester Brothers X Child!Reader

Requested: by @isatkj

Word Count: 1,356 words

Warning(s): mentions of death, potential violence.

Summary: (Around Season 8 or 9-ish) The perfect town... that wasn't supposed to exist. Now, Sam and Dean have to figure out what caused this city to suddenly pop up on the map.

Author's Note: I took so much inspiration from season 14, episode 15 because of the general vibe of the whole episode.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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--Third P.O.V--

Dean pulled the impala up to an open gas pump. While his brother got the gas, Sam opened the passenger door so he could go over the facts.

"So, there have been strange occurrences around a small town about three hours outside of Seattle, Washington," Sam relayed. "Insiders rarely come out and the outsiders that go in don't usually get back out."

"No one's making a huge deal about this," Dean asked.

"Well, it's supposed to be an old ghost town," Sam explained. "But it's not. Functioning stores and living families."

"So, something has got this town up and running but the people in it are... what performing sacrifices," Dean asked.

"I don't know," Sam shrugged.

"How far out are we," Dean asked.

"A few more hours," Sam replied.

"Hold on boys," the brothers looked over to see Death standing in front of the car. "I have some information you need about this little town."

"And that is...," Sam asked after Death had trailed off.

"You shouldn't go in," the being replied. "The person running that town is incredibly dangerous. You'll be dead in moments. The residents won't let you get close enough to harm the child."

"The child," Dean noted.

"The child is raising the dead," Death continued. "This upsets the natural balance of things. The source must be removed."

"'The source' is a child," Sam argued. "You can't just kill a child."

"I can, and I will," Death just seemed to shrug.

"Do you know why this kid wants to bring people back," Dean asked. "Before you become an asshole and murder someone who hasn't even gotten to middle school?"

"Almost a year ago, the child lost both of their parents," Death explained. "That's when their powers first spiraled. It started with only their parents. It then spread, like a virus. Soon, a whole town was standing in a spot where there should be rubble."

"You're going to kill a kid that lost their family," Sam asked.

The brothers stared at Death in shock. Death seemed annoyingly unaffected. To him, this was the only way to put things back in order. To the boys, this was a clearly scared kid that went through the same pain that they did.

"You can't do this," Dean shook his head. "We won't let you."

"You don't have a choice-"

"Give us a chance," Sam snapped. "It's a kid. A scared kid. Give us a chance to talk to them. Just a chance."

"No."

"Come on!"

"I'll give you one chance," Death replied. "If you fail, I will finish the job."

As the word "job" was spoken, Death vanished from the boys' sight.

Sam and Dean jumped back into the impala and took off. What was supposed to be another three-hour drive was done in a little over two. Neither brother knew how they didn't get pulled over but they didn't care.

Dean pulled the car over to the curb.

"Woah," Dean mumbled as they got out.

It was the picture-perfect town. There was a small dinner, a library that was actually being used, cookie-cutter houses. Sam and Dean looked at each other.

Locals were looking at them as the brothers walked by.

"So, where do we find this kid," Dean asked.

"Well, look at the signs," Sam pointed at the businesses. Most of them had (Y/l/n) on their signs. "It's the most common name. If we can find that house, we can find the kid."

Everyone's house had little signs. It was very clear this town was designed by a child.

"Well, hello," a man walked up to the brothers.

"Hi," Dean said awkwardly.

"Can I ask why you boys have decided to visit our little town," the man asked.

The boys looked at each other for a moment.

"We were admiring the lovely houses," Sam lied. "We have been considering moving for a while and this town seems lovely."

"Well, there aren't any vacancies," the man replied.

"Oh, that's a shame," Sam shrugged. "Is there someone else we can talk to? A mayor or something? I don't want to insult you but maybe you missed something."

The man's smile dropped, "You can't go near them."

"Why," Dean asked.

"You'll hurt them," the man glared.

It was like that was a signal. All of the people on the street stopped, turning to stare at the brothers. The brothers looked all around them.

"We're not going to hurt them," Sam tried to explain. "We're trying to help."

"No," the man snapped. "You're trying to take us away."

When the man stepped forward, the brothers knew it was time to run. They sprinted down the street as almost a whole town chased them.

"Sam," Dean yelled, pointing at a house. "There, look at the sign!"

"(Y/l/n)'s house!" was written on the sign.

The brothers ran through the front door, locking it. No one banged on the door.

"They don't want to hurt (Y/n)," Sam said. "We should be safe here."

"Hello there," a man and woman walked out to see the brothers.

"The parents," Sam mumbled.

They looked up to the stairs when the floor creaked. There was a young kid standing up there.

"Hi, (Y/n)," Sam said softly, trying to keep from scaring the kid. "I'm Sam, this is my brother, Dean. We're here to help."

"Why," the kid asked. "I'm happy here. Everything was fixed."

"Do you know why," Sam asked. The child seemed confused at the idea that something caused this. "You brought them back, remember?"

"Don't," the dad said in anger. "You don't get to hurt (Y/n)."

"Sam," Dean mumbled.

One more shared look and the two took off. They ran up the stairs, the undead parents on their tails.

"I'm sorry," Sam mumbled, leading (Y/n) back into their room. Dean slammed the door, locking it and being ready to hold it shut.

"What are you doing," (Y/n) went to fight Sam, but obviously didn't get far.

"(Y/n)," Sam knelt down and grabbed (Y/n)'s shoulders. "You created this town. Your parents died and your powers went out of control. No one here is supposed to be alive."

"You're... You're lying," the child yelled, shaking her head. Dean leaned into the door when (Y/n)'s parents started banging on it.

"I know it's hard," Sam continued. "It's terrifying but you aren't going to be completely alone. Right now, you're putting yourself in danger. That's not good, is it?"

(Y/n) shook their head.

"I lost both my parents too," Sam said. "It's scary but you have to let these people go. They have to move on. I promise, they'll be much happier."

"I don't wanna be alone," the kid mumbled, tears falling down their face.

"You won't be," Sam promised. "Dean and I will make sure of that."

The banging stopped. Dean stood up straight again.

The cookie-cutter house faded. Instead of falling from the second floor like they should have, they were just on the ground by an old building, already crumbled and destroyed.

Sam pulled (Y/n) into a tight hug as the kid sobbed. Dean walked over to them. He and Sam shared a sad look. Sam slowly stood up, letting the kid hold his hand as they walked to the impala.

Death was waiting for them.

The brothers froze, Sam pushing (Y/n) behind him.

"Good job boys," Death complimented. "However, there's still a problem. The child doesn't have control over their powers."

"We can teach them," Dean argued. "We have enough experience with powers that we can help."

Death took a step forward.

Both the boys moved to be more in his way.

"Fine," Death stared at (Y/n), who was still hiding behind Sam. "I'll have my eye on you."

With that, Death disappeared again. (Y/n) stepped out from behind Sam.

"He's not very nice," the kid mumbled. The brothers couldn't help but chuckle. Understatement of the century.

"Come on, kid," Dean nodded toward the car. "Let's make sure we have a comfortable place for you to sleep for the night."

The boys didn't expect to leave the town with a kid but it definitely wasn't the weirdest hunt they had been on.

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[aritany]

Hello! If it's not too much of a bother I was wondering if I could get your opinion on something. When you're writing your stories (which all sound incredible btw, I'm so excited everytime I see you on my dash), do you ever find that something you planned out isn't working the way you wanted it to when you're smack in the middle of writing it? If this does happen, do you power through or do you go back and replan then rewrite everything you've already done? Hope you're having a lovely day!

hi anon! it's not a bother at all (& thank you for the encouragement)!

here's what i have to say about this: every single project i work on has a stage in the middle where i go oh my god everything is horrible actually. this happens for a variety of reasons, but "this isn't what i thought would happen" is pretty often high on the list.

i have three stages i have to put myself through before i can continue, and they are these: anticipate it, decide if you can make friends with it, and figure out what to make with your new shape.

how do, you ask? cool, i love talking, let's do that:

1. anticipate it

i'm very bad at this. i am always, without fail, startled by the stage of writing where oh my god everything is horrible actually. i'm getting better at this though, so that now when all of that doubt creeps in i can usually just give it a wave and recognize that it is normal, and different doesn't mean bad.

2. decide if you can make friends with it

i say this because novelling is first and foremost a translation process. the story exists in your head before it exists on the page, no matter how loose your premise is before you turn it into prose. it's always frustrating when the end result doesn't look like the vision in your brain, and it's a common problem because tragically, words often don't do justice to that weird hrrghrghgrhghhrghghh ache you get about a Really Great Idea.

so here's where you look at what you have and go: okay. is this devastating to the point of starting over, or is there something salvageable here?

(there's almost always something salvageable)

i will 9/10 times say to press on. this is partly because if you have no stage of book writing where oh my god everything is horrible actually, you might be a superhuman. it's Normal to be frustrated at the way your project is turning out. if there's something about your project that you love, it's worth it.

on the other hand, if you hate every single thing about it and it's drudgery to write, don't! move on, or shelve the idea. there is nothing wrong with taking a break from an idea or abandoning it altogether. you don't owe a concept anything.

3. figure out what to make with your new shape

that said, if you do decide to press on, you will very likely get to the next stage, which is extremely exciting because it involves moving past the oh my god everything is horrible actually stage and getting to the hang on a second i'm a genius stage, where your brain has been freaking out for so long that it goes into overdrive and you discover a new possibility for your story.

this is almost always my favourite part of writing. it's a little sad, because it means letting go of at least part of the original idea to make room for the new thing. but very often, the new thing is pretty damn cool, so i very rarely give it more than a brief mourning period.

sometimes pressing on doesn't do this. sometimes it just means pushing through and getting past frustration to the end. in that case, you have a whole draft, which is also pretty neat. whole drafts are your best friend, because then when it comes time to edit, you have stuff to work with.

(i have never rewritten something i've already done without finishing the draft first. in my experience, it's either not worth writing, or it's a premise worth editing once the story has gotten to the end)

i hope this at least in part answered your question, anon! cheers on the writing and good luck!

[ouyangzizhensdad]

Ok, I've been sitting on this awhile (mostly because I worry that my reaction stems from personal feelings, rather than the content of your actual post) but while I agree wwx's arc is not ABOUT trauma, I do think he IS traumatized. Like, he has a literal phobia of dogs due to childhood trauma w/ dogs??? And I take issue with the idea that someone cannot be simultaneously traumatized and resilient/always smiling. I mean, refusing to process and deal with negative experiences and emotions because if you can choose to be happy, why would you choose to be anything else can actually be worse for you than just letting yourself be sad for a little bit. People are supposed to feel the full emotional spectrum and refusing to acknowledge sadness doesn't make someone not actually sad. As someone with a sunny personality who almost always let's things roll off my back, that doesn't mean I don't have trauma to deal, it just means it presents itself in different ways than someone with a different personality. Everyone is entitled to their interpretation of characters, so I'm not trying to say yours is inherently wrong, my point is more that it's not a guarantee that having a happy personality = not traumatized, especially when there are other things to point to them being traumatized.

Hi anon,

I think it’s important to consider the context in which I addressed fandom’s discussions on “WWX’s trauma/ptsd,” which in this case was a response to people explaining many of his behaviours during his first life, from the Sunshot campaign onwards, as resulting from trauma. I never meant to suggest that WWX could not experience trauma, at all, especially since in an earlier post about my thoughts regarding the trauma argument I did highlight that we get in the narrative an example of how WWX reacts when faced with trauma through his cynophobia (although I can’t find that post because it I can’t remember exactly when I shared it 🤷‍♂️). It was more to oppose the ideas that (1) events are inherently traumatic and thus that because these distressing things happened to WWX, WWX must be carrying trauma from them (because if we’re going to use psychology/psycho-analysis for literary analysis, it might be good to consider that the perception of trauma in psychology is not that) and (2) that there are no other narrative or character explanations for those behaviours that are not rooted in trauma. 

In this case, I think the novel makes it clear that while WWX is of course affected emotionally by the events, the things that people point to as resulting from trauma are actually tied to his cultivation methods and him losing control. I do feel like that interpretation is coherent with the authorial intent, which seems to be confirmed in one of MXTX’s interviews. To share here the most relevant possage:

[WN killing JZX] was perfectly an example of how Wei Wuxian was losing control. The more he lost control over his demonic cultivation, the more likely he was going to receive a backlash.

Of course, authorial intent is not the end-all-be-all of everything, and, certainly, there exists probably as many interpretations of a text as there exists readers (or, in the case of MDZS, we should also probably include all the people who haven’t read it but still have an opinion on its content). However, my brand of meta focuses on reading the text closely and challenging interpretations that are floating around in the fandom space against the text itself--the narrative, the characterisation, the themes, the symbolism. To say, ‘perhaps some people tend to associate a certain behaviour with a specific thing (ie, emotional volatility with a traumatic response to a distressing event), however does it seem like the text wants to lead you toward this interpretation? Does the text provide other story-specific explanations, some of which might actually be more cohesive and coherent with the narrative/characterisation/themes (ie, emotional volatility in this specific instance is a side-effect of the influence of modao on WWX and his loss of control)?’ That doesn’t mean I’m always right, of course I’m not. But I also do not prescribe to the belief that every interpretations are equally credible. That is, I do believe that people are entirely free to interpret a text however they choose, even if it means reappropriating the text and completely ignoring parts of it or mentally rewriting parts of it; all the same, I do not think these interpretations are particularly helpful when it comes to understanding and analysing the text itself (though they are interesting in that they help understand how a work is received by certain demographics). So, yes, sometimes I will write posts that aim to contrast certain popular interpretations with what can be gleaned from a close reading of the text. 

In addition, let me clarify that when I contrasted “resilience” with “trauma”, it was not in terms of personality trait so much as a reference to terms used in psychology: where how a person processes a distressing event through a trauma response or through resilience. 

As for the “smiling thing”, I think it is important to remember the context of the discussion, where I cited the novel:

Jiang Yanli said that he was born with a smiling look. No matter what unfortunate thing happened, he wouldn’t cling on to them; no matter what situation he was in, he would be happy. Although it sounded a bit heartless, it really was not bad.

In the original post, I did reframe this quote by acknowledging that yes, smiling is not an inherent proof that someone has never experienced trauma.

To me, this is a clear move from MXTX to position WWX as the kind of protagonist who can face a storm and keep his smile on his face. I can imagine that some people take it perhaps as a subversion, as the text telling us that WWX is weathering it all with a smile but underneath it all he is just a bundle of unaddressed trauma. And that’s certainly a possible interpretation, but it’s not mine. In this case I think the text is being straightforward. What we see of WWX also seems to support that: the way WWX just rolls with being brought back from the death, how easily he finds a way to adapt to things, etc.

That was more of an acknowledgement that wrt this topic, the novel seemed to have chosen a very straightforward approach or, in other words, to choose to not be That Deep. The smiling disposition here is not part of a psychological diagnosis, but simply a story/characterisation shorthand. I also never suggested that this meant that WWX is not affected by events: “ My point is not that WWX is unaffected by the things that happened to him or the things he’s done during this portion of his life: of course he is! Especially as they are happening to him, or when he is still stuck in a very difficult situation. But I don’t think his character and his arc is about trauma”. I think that nuance is important. 

At the end of the day, I do not want to force people to change their minds. I only use my free time to over-analyse a novel and sometimes try to challenge people to reconsider their initial interpretations of the text or their approaches to literary analysis more generally. 

[seonghwa-is-babie]

Stress

 What does one do when stressed? Well certainly not lash out at their significant other. Unfortunately, that's exactly what y/n did, and now he has to fix it

Warning: light angst(swearing and slight violence) happy ending though :)

Note: I'm trying to improve my writing by taking some fics I wrote on watpad and rewriting them on here, I hope I did well and that it meets ur standarts, also if anything seems wrong or off about the writing please tell me

Sincerely, a very shy boi(ーー;)

y/n got back to the dorm from work, frustrated and exhausted, his boss has been a pain in the ass all day and to top it off, some of his colleagues still haven't gotten the message that he's not interested in them, because they're still trying to get with him even though they know he's taken.

"y/n, you're back! how was work?" speaking of which "fine San." San looked at him a bit confused and went to hug him "Did something happen? You sound a bit ti-" before he could even finish the sentence, y/n pushed him away "leave it San" y/n raised his voice "but i-"

y/n slammed his fist on the wall next to him "I said leave it! why are you so fucking clingy?! You don't need to know everything for fucks sake!" y/n yelled, not processing what he was saying. Only when the door shut, and San was no longer there, had y/n realised what he said" FUCK!"

🐍

the others came down, wondering what all the noise was, Hongjoong being the first one to approach y/n, who was now crouched over"what happened? why were you yelling?" he got back up and looked down in shame "I got back from work, all stressed and frustrated, then San came to me, asking how work was and if something was wrong, and I accidentally lashed out at him, and called him clingy" he explained, some tears coming from his eyes

"you fucking dumbass!" wooyoung shouted "you know how sensitive he can be about that, yet you yell at him, saying the things he's insecure about! Do you know what you've done?!" y/n glanced up at wooyoung "wooyoung, I-I didn't mean it"

A loud smack could be heard across the room, Wooyoung stood there in front of y/n, his hand red, and y/n face with a red mark on it

"Wooyoung! that wasn't necessary!" yunho pleads "no, that's what I deserve" y/n said as he goes to grab his coat and car keys "where are you going" seonghwa, along with the rest looked at him a bit confused "I'm gonna go find him, if I'm still searching and he comes back, please call me" the rest of Ateez nodded, wanting San back as soon as possible

y/n started the engine of his car, the first place he could think of where San could be was at the park not that far from the dorm, it's where y/n confessed to San. But after searching around the park for nearly an hour, he still found no trace of the boy being there, so he decided to go back to the car and drive around to see if he could find San.

🐍

It was dark outside and y/n was starting to lose hope that he would find San "maybe he's hiding on purpose, maybe he really doesn't wanna see me again" his thoughts got interrupted when he got a call from Jongho, he parked somewhere besides the road and picked up "is he back yet?" he could hear a sad sigh from the other line "no, that's what I was gonna ask you, everyone's worried for him. He's never done something like this"

with every word that came from Jongho, y/n started to feel more and more guilt "I'm so sorry this happened but I'm gonna do my best to fix it, I'll search around for a bit more, and I'll call you if I find him" "good luck hyung" he hung up

🐍

It's almost 11 pm and y/n's still searching for San "come on baby, where could you've gone off to" in the time that passed with searching, y/n couldn't stop thinking about wanting to hold San, tell him sorry for everything y/n said. He started crying, but was disrupted by his phone ringing, he semi-parked beside the road and looked at the caller id, it's Jongho "yeah?" "hyung, San just came back, he seems okay, but you should still try to get back as soon as you can" he felt so relieved knowing he was okay "be there in 10 minutes" he hung up and started to head back home

Back at the dorms🐍

All the members were still patiently waiting for one of the two to come back, but they were starting to lose hope that y/n could find San "what do we do if he can't find San?" the others looked at the youngest rapper "then we'll have to contact every person we know San's friends with, maybe he's staying the night with them." Hongjoong responded

A few minutes later, the door opened and there was San. the other members were staring at him like a stranger just walked in "ummm, why are you guys looking at me like that?" wooyoung was the first to get up to go hug the older "you have no idea how worried we were about you" he said as he hugged the older "yeah, y/n has been searching all night for you" seonghwa said as he also went to hug the younger "I'll call him to tell him to come back"

San widened his eyes "he was looking for me?" a wave of guilt washed over the boy, if he hadn't run off like that, this mess wouldn't have happened "come on, let's wait for him to get back, he'll be here soon. you should change into something more comfortable" San nodded and went up to his and y/n's shared bedroom to change

🐍

After only a few minutes, y/n came through the door "where's San?" as if on queue, the mentioned male came downstairs, facing his lover "y/n....." he began "I'm sorry for running off, and making you and the rest worry so much..." the other stood there a bit shocked, why was San apologising? "baby, you don't have to be sorry for that, I understand. I should be the one apologising to you, I was stressed from work and instead of talking about it, I lashed out and hurt you, and I'm so sorry for everything I said, I didn't mean any of it. You are my happiness, my love, my sunshine, my sannie, and I promise to never hurt you again"

San was in tears, he ran over to hug his lover, snuggling into the taller one "I forgive you, but if something like this happens again, please just talk to me about it." y/n nodded and looked down at San, he noticed the smaller was wearing one of his hoodies and he looked absolutely adorable in it

"You tired baby?" the smaller nodded, his head still buried in the taller's chest. y/n picked him up, carrying him to their bedroom, gently laying him down and getting in on the other side after changing into his nightwear

"y/n" the other hummed "can we..... cuddle? Please" the other smiled and turned to San, wrapping his arms around the smaller one "of course baby" they both smiled, snuggling up to each other, giving each other a good night kiss and falling asleep peacefully.

[mxrvelxbucky]

Bucky Barnes x reader

Bucky Barnes one shots

Warnings: dirty thoughts, 18+ scenes

Words : 2,7k

Notes: Sorry if I have some mistakes, but English is not my native language

A/N: Do not copy, rewrite, repost or translate my work on here or any other site. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcome.

Bucky went out of the well-known cafe who went since Steve left, because there they were coming every day to take their coffee. But it was not only that the reason for his continued visit to Cafe. Every time he went to the Cafe, he was welcoming by the same girl, with her long black hair and emerald, her green eyes, with a beautiful and warm smile on her lips.

Every day Bucky tried to catch her talking but every time customers came so they could not talk and he was forced to leave and close again in his apartment.

Today, however, what surprised him was that he did not see her in the cafe. But he did not get into the process of asking the other girls in the Cafe where she was. But as he was leaving the cafe, he hit someone. But before the other person could fall, Bucky caught up with him. As he looked at it he immediately understood who he was.

These emerald looks, these fleshy red lips and snow-white skin definitely belonged to her. "I-um-eh-I-Iam-s-oh". He could not speak, he was bony. Bucky tried to apologize to her but no matter how hard he tried, the words did not come out of his mouth. He was literally stuck. How should he talk to her? What should he tell her? He did not know what to do, but you got him out of the predicament he was in, letting your voice, which was like a melody in Bucky's ears, resound.

"Morning Bucky" He did nothing, he did not react, he just looked deep into your eyes. You were starting to feel a little uncomfortable, because he had his arm wrapped around your waist, and your faces were a few inches apart.

Wow, that was the first time you noticed how beautiful his eyes were. They had many shades of blue inside. They were like oceans, dangerous oceans with a beauty and a serenity in them that made you want to explore them.

After a while you started to feel something hot enter your skin that made you scream from the burning. Bucky's coffee had spilled on your chest and stomach. When Bucky realized what he had done he was shocked. He had been absorbed by your features, your eyes, your lips, your body, everything for so long. He was absorbed by you. He wanted you so fucking much to be his that he had not noticed that his coffee had started to spill on you.

"Oh, my god, Y/N I am s-so sorry about that, I-I d-din't want to........" He tried to apologize but he could not, the words were confused in his mind and his actions could not control what he did.

"It's o-ok Bucky" you tried to say without showing him how much the burning hurts "Can you please bring me some paper towels" you looked at his eyes as sweet as you could. He didn't reply he just went into the cafe and some seconds later he came out with some paper towels. He gave them to you and he was watching you trying to clean yourself.

Your T-shirt was stuck on you, clearly showing the contour of your bra and some parts of your boobs. Bucky, no matter how hard he tried to look away, but he could not, dirty thoughts passed through his mind which he could not drive away. He wanted you, he wanted you so fucking much. He wanted to be on the top of you and talking you dirty. But he knew that you didn't feel the same.

Those few times you'd talked, Bucky had found out that you have a boyfriend. But he couldn't, even after all these days, stop thinking about you, he might have been a playboy before, but you were the first one to make him really feel something. Something that had nothing to do with his twisted thoughts, or sex, but it was about you. He really loved you even from those little things you'd said to each other, he'd fallen in love with you. Something that had nothing to do with his twisted thoughts, or sex, it was about you. He really loved you even from those little things you said to each other, he had fallen in love with you.

"Perfect. It's not cleaned for anything"you said. It may have seemed like you were blaming Bucky for what happened, but the truth is that you were about to kiss him If he didn't make the first move. You broke up with your boyfriend just yesterday, because you couldn't get those blue eyes out of your mind.

"Y/N I am so sorry, really I didn't mean to-"

"Bucky I am not blaming your for anything, ok? Just forget it" You said looking sweetly into his eyes, those eyes you fell in love with, from the moment you first saw them.

"Ah Ok, but You can't walk around like that, with coffee on your shirt, my house is nearby, I'm sure I'll have some clothes there for you" You were about to say no, but he interrupted you "And I don't take no for an answer" You both laughed and you followed him to his apartment.

Along the way, you were talking about different things. He asked you about how you're doing with your boyfriend, and of course you told him that you broke up with your boyfriend. Bucky may have looked sad at the time, but he couldn't have been happier at all.

When you arrived at his apartment you sat in the living room while he went to one of the other rooms to find clothes. A few minutes later he came and gave you the clothes. He showed you where the bathroom was and you sources to get dressed. You were sure the shirt was his, it had its smell, expensive cologne and something of vanilla.

When you sources back into the living room, you saw him lying on the couch. He was going to put on a movie. When he noticed you, he got up and came to you. He had taken off his shirt and instead of that jeans that he was wearing before, he had worn a thin, almost transparent, pair of shorts. You felt a little weird when the thin fabric of his shorts.

"Since you have the day off, you'd like to sit down and watch a movie" He looked you deep in the eye, you couldn't refuse, you wanted to sit with him more than anything else in the world.

"Of course I'd like to, just before you start the movie, wait till I sit-"

You didn't have time to finish your sentence. He grabs your wrist and tugs you down on the couch. You fall on him with a sharp, playful shriek. "You know I’m the best seat in this place"  He jokes, pushing you over his body while he brings his knee up so you’re between his thick bare thighs, his briefs riding up higher so you feel his skin on yours.

Resting your head on his warm, smooth chest, you feel his cock pressing into your pelvis. He’s not even hard, and he’s big. The thought making you throb as you push down the whimper bubbling in your throat.

"Comfortable?" Bucky asks as he looks at the top of your head with a knowing grin. You nod, your head rising and falling with his even breathing.

"Good girl" he hums, shifting his hips up, grinding into you so briefly that you think you imagined it.

Bucky listens to the small noise that escapes your lips when he does it again, stretching under you with a loud groan as he adjusts your bodies on the plush cushions. "Me too"

It’s hard to focus on the movie. All you can think about is how the only thing separating you is two layers of very thin cloth. Two layers keeping you from feeling how warm and firm he really is.

Bucky’s hand is trailing up and down your back, the tips of his fingers grazing your spine as he watches the movie. After a while, his touches get more deliberate, harder as he massages your back. His other hand lazily tossing popcorn in his mouth.

You glance up at him, studying him as an explosion happens in the background. He didn’t shave today so there’s a hint of a beard covering his cheeks, the corner of his lips turned up as his blue eyes follow the action playing out on the screen. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows another mouthful of popcorn. He’s so handsome and hot, no man should look this good.

You whimper, actually whimper, when his hand drifts down to your ass, resting over the swell of your cheek. Heat floods your face as you stare at him. Please please say he didn’t hear you, please-

Bucky doesn’t look down, but you swear his lips twitch. "This is my favorite part" He murmurs his large hand curves over your ass. He slapped hard your ass and you let a small moan get out of your mouth. You didn't know what he exactly was supposed to do to you, but you didn't care, You knew he was going to do bad things to you, those bad and naughty things that you've been waiting for a long time of him to do to you.

"Mm, I can’t get enough of this" He gently squeezes, his ring pressing into your skin, and you nearly arch into his powerful touch. His large hand kneads your ass, squeezing and rubbing until you’re soaked, wanting his hands everywhere on your body. His cock swells under you, pushing into you. He’s so big. That throb is getting worse, he has to feel it, feel how wet you are.

"I always want more, Doll" The nickname that he called you, it makes you horny.

Bucky looks down at you, his lust-blown eyes nearly black, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. He wants you. He’s hot and stiff and you can feel him.

"Hmm, you want more Doll" That wasn't a question, his voice was so deep and thick, you knew what was going to happen.

He pulls down your bottom lip with his thumb. "Yeah, you want more" He smirks, his words laced with a smug assurance, he’s going to make you feel so good if you let him and you will let him.

Bucky pulls you up his body until your hands are resting above his head, your forehead on his. "Say you want more and I’ll give you everything"

He’s looking up at you , his eyes steady on your face. His hand kneading your ass, ushing you hard on him, down on his hard erection, grinding into your clit. You whine and his eyes get darker. "You like that, huh?"

He reaches up and bites your bottom lip, sucking it into his warm mouth, his hand slipping between your bodies, under the band of your panties, cool fingers find your hot cunt, aching and dripping for him. He traces along your clit, an intricate pattern of his name that has you gasping.

Bucky lets your lip go with a wet plop, "Say it Doll" He demands, feeling as desperate as you look. He pushed you against him and made you horny in even more"Say it"He whispered in your ear, you could feel his hot breath on your neck just before he started leaving you sucking pacifiers around your neck.

"I want you"

Three simple words ignite a fire in him. His hand slaps your ass just as he pulls you in for a heated kiss, swallowing your shocked squeal. Those two layers separating you are gone, ripped from each in a flurry, the kiss deepening with each second until you’re consumed by him.

Breaking away with a groan, Bucky watches as you straddle his hips, your glistening pussy sliding over his thick cock. His swollen head pushes through your folds and into your core, you grab his chest, panting through the burning twinge, fuck he’s not even halfway in.

There ya go, Doll, you can take it "he encourages, his hands on your ass, easing you down until you reach his base." Little more, there ya go. Good girl. Knew this tight little pussy could take me" He said in your ear.

You’re so full, his cock so deep in you, even a small roll of your hips has you crying out. "Fuck, I don’t think I can take-"

Bucky presses his hand on your belly, smirking as he feels himself. "Yeah, you can Doll" He counters softly, you try to circle your hips, wanted to be a good girl for him but when he hits your soft spot right there, you lose your rhythm.

He sits up, keeping his grip on your ass, bringing you down over him, harsh and fast, stretching and filling you in a way no one has ever done, the swift burst of pleasure has you seeing stars. Your hands clutch his hair as you hang on while makes you ride him, each stroke twisting the pulsating coil in you, tighter and tighter.

The faint sounds of the tv drowned out by the wet squelch of your pussy sucking him back in as he brings your hips down, his massive hands rocking you back and forth until you’re mewling and sobbing from the sensations tearing through you.

Bucky tightens his hold, his face contorted into a sneer when you clench down. "Fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking tight, shit should have fucked this sweet cunt weeks ago" He’s whispering the filthiest things, describing all his wet dreams as he pushes deeper into your pussy.

All you can do is hold on to his large body, to overwhelmed by the way his cock is dragging along your walls to respond, only able to produce broken, needy gasps. "Please ‘m so close, so close god Bucky, just please Bucky-"

"Say you own to me, that you're mine "

"Say it" he told while he was pushing harder and harder.

"I am yours, you own me, I-I'm yours"

"Good Doll" He is pulling your head back, he brushes his lips across your jaw as he fucks up into you, your breasts bouncing against his sweaty chest with each thrust. His mouth hovers over your open lips, muttering, "Cum right fucking now, Doll"

A searing white-hot heat flashes across your body as the coil snaps. "Oh god, yes, oh fuck-" Your belly tenses in and you shatter, his name a strangled wheeze as your orgasm roils through your body.

Bucky grins, his tongue caught between his teeth as he waits for you to come down from your high, your body trembling over his. His hands rubbing your back as he sighs.

Slowly opening your eyes, his smirking face comes into view. You shift your hips, he’s still hard, bitting back a weak moan, "Bucky you didn’t-"

"So you know we missed the movie. I really wanted to see it" He traces your swollen bottom lip with his thumb, "how about you keep my cock warm and we finish it"

He leans back on the couch, grabbing the remote off the table. “And if you’re good, I’ll eat your pussy until you pass out. If you’re not, well I’ll edge you until you pass out"

He did not just say that-

You stare down at him with wide eyes, your mouth dropping open as he grabs a handful of popcorn. He puts a few kernels on your tongue, eating the rest as the movie starts up. "Your choice Doll"

You tilt your head considering your options. Things are about to get real interesting around here. "You know Bucky, I know exactly what I want"

You lean down and whisper in his ear. Bucky nods his head, his smirk getting wider. "Good choice Doll"

That was my first story, tell me if you want more

[addictofsupernatural]

OHSHC Rewrite: Episode 3a

Beware the Physical Exam!

Host Club x reader

Summary: Y/n has to deal with Maria's nephew coming for a visit right before the physical exams.

Word Count: 5k

Episode Masterlist

"Welcome ladies!"

You were outside talking to some of your clients, and they were excited that you wore a kimono for cosplay. In the middle of talking to them Kyoya appeared smoothly, trying to sell picture books of the host club. It made you wonder, how did he get those pictures?

A little later you didn't have any clients so you asked Honey and Mori if you could sit with them, and they agreed. You and the girls became quiet once Honey tried to make some tea. He was mixing too hard and almost everything had spilled out, but none of you knew what to say. You bit your lip and looked from the girls to Mori, who understood. He leaned over to Honey, saying, "You overdid it."

Honey looked at the almost empty bowl and looked very sad. "It's okay Honey-senpai! I'll drink it." One girl exclaimed.

"Yeah, if it was anything more it would be too much!" The other one chimed in.

He then beamed again. "Really?" He looked at you. "What do you think y/n-chan?"

You smiled. "I think you made enough for the ladies to not have to drink too much. It's very modest and considerate of you Honey-senpai. It shows how good your heart is."

He jumped into a hug with you. "Thanks y/n-chan!"

Once the Host Club closed for the day, you wandered around looking at the cherry blossom trees. Tamaki saw you and decided to try to work his charm again.

"Hello y/n."

"Oh, hey senpai." You gave him a small smile.

"The flower viewing reception went quite well. What do you think? Aren't the flowers today captivating?"

"Yeah, they're really pretty."

He took this as his chance. "Even so, it's rather daunting being admired than doing the admiring."

You sighed. "Wow senpai, I can really see how much you're blooming today." You said sarcastically.

"You noticed! Yes, today my beauty is in full bloom." He then flicked a heart with his fingers to you. "I bet you'll fall you me soon."

"I'll take that bet." You joked.

Tamaki smiled and was about to say something back when the twins interrupted. "So y/n, what are you gonna take for next term?"

You paid no mind to Hikaru's arm around your shoulder. "I haven't really thought about it yet."

"Why don't you take conversational French with us?" Kaoru suggested.

"Yeah, it does make sense," Hikaru added.

They then turned back to Tamaki, evily smiling as they said, "Since we're in the same class."

Tamaki sat near a tree and hugged his knees into his chest. "Say, mommy dear?"

Kyoya smiled. "What is it now, daddy?"

"It might just be my imagination, but it seems like the twins get to spend more time with my little girl."

"Tamaki, you're just now realizing that?" It was like Tamaki was struck by lightning. "If you look at these two charts, you'll see that the twins spend roughly 8 hours a day with y/n, which is a third of her day. You, on the other hand, spend a mere 3 hours with her, meaning about 12% of her day—"

"I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT!!" Tamaki quickly grabbed your shoulders. "Listen to me y/n, daddy wants you to stop hanging around those two shady twins!"

"Who you calling shady boss?" Hikaru asked.

"Yeah, take a good look at yourself!" Kaoru added.

"Tamaki-senpai, please calm down. It's just a class together." You took his hands off your shoulders. "You know what? If I need any help in French then I'll most likely go to you."

"Really?!" His eyes shown, only to go to confusion. "Wait, what do you mean most likely?"

"If I need help in the moment, I'll ask the twins." He began crying again. "Senpai, calm down—"

"All daddy wants is for you live a wholesome life!"

You sighed. "Why do you call yourself that?"

"Y'know y/n," Kyoya said. "It's pretty impressive that you're taking a class to learn a fourth language."

"Thank you senpai." You smiled at him.

"What does he mean by fourth?" Kaoru asked.

"Oh, Maria's latina so she taught me Spanish."

"A hispanic mother huh?" Hikaru said.

Kaoru then added, "You're very exotic."

You looked at them with an annoyed expression. "Sure." You then remembered something. "By the way, do you guys have anything you're doing this weekend?"

The twins looked at each other and then back at you. "No, why?"

You grinned. "Then let's do something! Anything."

They were taken back by your sudden forwardness. "What's got you so excited?" Hikaru asked.

"Yeah, where did this come from?" Kaoru added.

"Maria's sisters are coming over and one of them hates me."

"Why?" Hikaru asked.

"Cause I'm not Maria's biological kid. It's stupid. But it's not her I'm worried about." Your face then turned to a grimace. "It's her son, Satan."

"Geez, what's with the name calling?" Hikaru asked again.

"He gets his annoying personality from his mother, and he loves to go out of my way to try and get me mad. It makes him feel better or something. One time he cut the head off of my stuffed dinosaur my first mother had bought for me." You pouted.

Kaoru asked, "Just because Maria's not your mom?"

"Yeah, he feels like I'm at a lower class than him, and that I need to learn to stay like that. Maria tried to fix my stuffed dino, and God bless her tomboy heart, her sewing skills are terrible. It looks like a voodoo doll now." You sighed, shrugging. "Anyways, I wanna see his face as less as possible. So, you do two wanna hang out over the weekend?"

Tamaki jumped in. "I CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN! YOU DON'T NEED TO BE SPENDING MORE TIME WITH THEM!"

"Why are you so weird about Hikaru and Kaoru?" You asked. "They aren't even doing anything."

"I'd hate to break up this little chat," Kyoya said. "But do you recognize the name Alarico Gonzalez?"

You whipped your head over to Kyoya's direction. "Why?"

"Because he's from y/c and just booked each host towards the end of host hours for tomorrow."

"It's him." You grumbled. "I'm gonna go clean up."

Tamaki then spoke up. "It's not to fret about. This is obviously a romantic comedy fic, and me and y/n the main cast! That means that in the end I'll swoop in and make her feel better."

"Yeah, then what are we?" Hikaru asked, referring to the rest of the hosts.

"You boys are the homosexual supporting cast!" He then drew a line on the ground with a stick. "So please make sure that you don't step over this line."

"This is ridiculous." The twins said.

"And boss, I don't think you get it." Hikaru said as he smiled.

"Y/n-chan values friendship very much." Honey said.

"And she considers all of us her friends." Kaoru said.

Kyoya chimed in. "If you were to take her away from the rest of her friends, she would probably become quite unhappy and limit her contact with you."

"That means that the rest of us get to spend more time with her, while she ignores you." Honey said.

"Especially more time with us," Kaoru said. "Since we're in the same class."

You walked up to them. "Okay guys, I'm done—"

"Tamaki grabbed you again." Don't worry y/n! I'll let you go with the twins this weekend."

"I mean, that's nice of you to say, but I wasn't asking for your permi—"

"As long as the rest of us go as well!" He then turned to everyone else. "Listen up gentlemen. We are all going to hang out with y/n this weekend."

"Sure, I guess. If you wanted to come senpai, why didn't you just ask?"

"Nevermind that!" He panicked. "Make sure you choose where you want to go."

You smiled sweetly. "Okay!"

The next day you felt irritated, knowing it was only a matter of time before you see Alarico and his stupid face. Kyoya reminded you that during host hours you had to be on your best behavior, which meant that you couldn't defend himself.

The twins were staring at you all day. They made in incredibly noticable when you were setting up the tea sets. "Can I help you two?"

"You haven't smiled at all today." Kaoru said.

"Yeah, this isn't normal."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to smile when the guests come." You went around them and kept working, setting everything up.

"Why do you look sad y/n-chan?" Honey asked, trying to guilt trip you. "I don't like it. You're not like that because of me, right?"

"Of course not senpai. You're a sweet person." You said with a straight face. "Now excuse me." You continued and eventually finished up everything. You then walked to your place to welcome the girls. Sucking in a breath, you put on a smile.

"Welcome ladies."

You greeted your clients and they talked to you about what was going on with their lives. You threw out compliments and encouragements, and you hoped your smile would pay off. The stress was slowly coming off of you and your smile was becoming real. You did enjoy talking to all of your clients after all.

Your smile eventually became forced when Kyoya told you that someone requested for you to greet them at the door. You walked over to the door and opened it, smiling as best as you could. "Welcome sir."

He slapped your back hard. "Hey nickel. Long time no see."

You remained calm. "I didn't know we were using our nicknames Lucifer."

"Nickel?" Kaoru asked.

"Y/n would play the guitar and sing in the streets to save up some money. That's how she could afford to move. She would come home with bucket full of change. It's hilarious. So I call her nickel." He said, breaking out into a laugh. Though he was two years older than you, he was the about the same height as the twins. He then tossed his coat to you. "Show me where I go."

"Your first appointment is with the King. Right this way."

He looked you up and down. "This suits you nickel."

You ignored his comment. "Have a nice time."

You went back to your couch and talked to your clients. Meanwhile, Tamaki smiled warmly. "It's nice to meet you. The only person I've heard of from y/n is your aunt."

"Yeah, well, that's because she doesn't like what my mom and I have to say." You could feel his smug smile staring at the back of your head. You kept talking to your girls, trying to ignore him. "She just needs to accept who she is."

"And that is?" Tamaki smiled.

He smirked at Tamaki. "You know what they say, you can take the girl out of the streets but you can't take the streets out of the girl." Tamaki frowned. "Hey, what do you think of her? She was very keen on starting over, so I was wondering if she would be willing to share her past."

Tamaki tried to keep his princely self in tact. He smiled and sat up straighter. "I think she's a bright and smart person to be around. I enjoy her company, as do the rest of us here. And yes, she has shared some information with us regarding her past. We are her friends, after all."

"Trust me man, you don't wanna be too deep in her friend group. She had some really weird friends in y/c, and it's cause she's weird herself. She's got a lot of issues, and I wouldn't blame you if it sent you running." You knew what he was trying to do. Tamaki knew it. The rest of the hosts listening in knew it too. He was trying to isolate you, just to mess with you. "Well, gotta go to my next appointment."

He then got up and walked over to the twins' table. They hesitated to speak, but knew they had to be nice. "Nice to meet you." They said.

He quietly laughed. "Do you guys like to answer questions at the same time?"

They shrugged. "Sometimes."

"That's... strange." He grinned. They looked at him, offended and annoyed. "That's also the opposite from y/n, which is even stranger to me."

"Shit." You mumbled. You began to breath a little unsteadily.

"What do you mean?" Hikaru asked.

He laughed again. "You guys don't know?" They stared blankly at him. "Y/n has a twin brother. He up and ran away before their mom died. Apparently all three were supposed to leave together, but her brother left them high and dry."

You were starting to panic. Other people were turning their heads. Exposed. You felt so exposed.

"Excuse me for a minute." You quickly left the room and sat down on the floor, trying to catch your breath. You couldn't breathe, and your eyes began to sting from tears forming. You just couldn't breathe.

Tamaki and the twins shot up and ran to the door, but we're stopped by Kyoya. "Go back to your seats. There are guests waiting for you."

"Are you kidding?!" Hikaru barked.

"We need to see if she's okay!" Kaoru added.

"Kyoya, step aside!" Tamaki exclaimed.

"I don't have any appointments right now. I'll check on her. Go back to your seats." He then quickly left.

He saw you on the floor and sat down right to you. He put his arms around your upper arms and began to squeeze you tight in a hug. You tried to push him off, but he wouldn't budge. Soon you stopped moving and your breath stilled.

"Thank you." You weakly said.

"Of course."

"How did you do that?"

"It's a pressure point that calms a person's nerves." You weakly smiled at him. "How long have you been having anxiety attacks?"

You looked down. "I don't know. Years. It's been a while since I've had one up until now."

"Have you been medically diagnosed?"

You frowned and shook your head. "Let's go back in." You patted his thigh and got up. You stuck your hand out and he took it, having you hoist him up. You brought back your smile. "Thanks again senpai."

He nodded, though he also felt like the conversation needed be revisited, and would have to make sure of it. He opened the door for you. "Y/n!" Tamaki and the twins zoomed over to you.

"Sorry if I worried any of you. I just needed some air." You then sat back down on your couch. "Momo, let's resume our conversation."

"O–okay." She said, unsure whether she should ask if you were okay. "Is it okay if we take a walk in the maze? It's wonderful weather."

You grinned. "If you want to, I want to. Let's go."

When you two left, Alarico scoffed. "Still a damn baby." He then checked his watch. "Oh, switching time."

He walked over to Honey and Mori. Honey smiled at him. "You made y/n-chan really sad, so I think you should say sorry to make up for it. Kay?"

He shrugged. "I don't have to make up for anything. Like I said, she just doesn't like what I have to say. She doesn't want to face her reality, and I'm just trying to help her see it."

"So," Momoka asked you with your arms interlocked. "I was wondering if you would like to talk about what that boy you knew said."

"And here I thought I was host." You teased.

"Well, as a host it's your job to make the customers happy." She quietly stammered. "It would please me so if you had someone to talk to."

You scrunched up your nose. "You are way too nice Momo. It's grossing me out." You then looked straight ahead. "But it's much appreciated." You felt her eagerly stare at you. "Okay, we can talk."

"Really?" You nodded, and she hugged you.

"Out of the people I talk to everyday, and those who make an impression on me, I'm glad you're the one to want to talk to me like this." She smiled brightly. "Now, lead the way to that nice sitting stop first. I have no idea where to go." She nodded and took your hand, rushing to the spot.

Honey's face became darker. "Don't say mean things about y/n-chan, or I won't forgive you."

"No offense kid, but how old are you?"

"He's the same age as you." Hikaru angrily said as he sipped tea.

"Even so, some may argue that he's twice a man as you." Kaoru said as he also angrily sipped on his tea.

"Who knew important people would actually care about some rando girl from the nowhere."

"Don't talk about her like that." Mori said, standing up to hover over him.

"Stop talking about her like that, now." Honey warned.

Alarico scoffed. "Sorry little man, we're out of time." He then walked over to Kyoya, who was writing in his notebook. Honey was about to attack, but Tamaki quietly assured everyone that he knows Kyoya would handle things. "You seem to be the only who isn't phased by anything I say. That's good, since everyone's being weird about y/n."

"I assume it's due to the impression she's left on everyone here. It seems like the hardships she's had to endure has shaped her into a hard working and ambitious person."

"More like audacious." Kyoya just kept writing. "Not much gets to you, huh? That's pretty uninteresting."

"Well, I don't have a lot to worry about considering the position I'm in. You see, my family owns the largest police force in Japan. Just one phone call away and I could have over a hundred men in less than five minutes. So you see, I in fact do not have anything to worry about in this particular moment."

He frowned as you and Momoka came back in. "We're back." You happily announced.

"Did you ladies enjoy your walk?" Tamaki asked as he greeted you two at the door.

You and Momoka looked at each other and smiled. "We did." You said. "I had the pleasure of learning a few new things about Momo."

"Y/n! Those are secrets!" She blushed heavily.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna say anything. Anyways, have a safe way home."

"You as well." She said, leaving.

You closed the door and saw that Alarico was the last person there. "Okay Lucifer, let's get on with this. Shall we?"

He said nothing but smirked at you as he bumped your shoulder walking to your couch. Everyone watched. You sat on opposite ends. "So, your friends don't know about Christian."

You calmly smiled. "He's not in my life, so there's not much to say about him. How've you been doing back in y/c?"

"You mean back home?" He asked tauntingly.

"This is my home now. A step up, don't you think?"

"For now, yeah. How's money been? You still singing in the streets?"

"Nope. Don't have to. Maria got a management position at this club. She got the job from a friend she made at a store. His name is Ryoji, and he's awesome. We've had dinner at his house a few times. His daughter's pretty chill."

"Look at you making little friends. Just like at the liquor store." You grinned, and he scooched closer to you. "Y'know, I just don't get the hype for you. There's something about you that I don't like."

"I'm well aware."

"I don't know where to put my finger on it." He looked you over. "Maybe it's because I've seen those nasty scars on your legs. It a pretty big turn off."

You grinned and shrugged. "Maybe that's it. Maybe it's because you don't like what I have to say about you. Just maybe."

He didn't like that. He grabbed your jaw, holding it tight. "Or maybe it's your face. I've seen the pictures of your parents, and you have your dad's looks." He roughly took away his hand. "Get me some tea."

"Of course." You calmly got up and went over to pour the tea.

"Hey, who was that Momoka chick? She was hot. You think she's easy to bed?" He then laughed.

"Hikaru, what time is it?" You asked as you stared straight ahead.

"Uh, 5:02?"

You nodded, setting down the tea pot. You calmly wrapped your arms around Alarico's shoulders, leaning in as if you were about to whisper him something. Instead you kneed his dick. He yelped and fell to the ground. "You bitch!"

"It's after hours now so I can say whatever I want." You looked down at him. "I don't give a shit about what you think of me, I never have. You know it, and you hate it. But when you talk about sleeping with a sweet girl just to spite me, that's when I get pissed."

"Fuck you!" He rolled to his side.

"Never talk about her in that way, ever, and stay away from her. Don't even try to fight me on this. It wouldn't be the first time I've kicked your ass. Now it's time for you to leave. Go." He got up and stumbled away.

You turned and saw everybody looking at you. "Well," Kyoya said. "I believe it's time to clean up."

You all began to clean up in silence. It was almost unbearable for the twins, as well as Tamaki. Hikaru and Kaoru had finally snapped when you accidentally bumped into them. "Excuse me—"

"WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY BEATING HIM UP BEFORE?!" They asked.

"Oh, that's what was bugging you?"

"Among other things." Tamaki said. "But that is a good question."

You remembered the fond memory you had of that night and giggled. "It happened one time, and it was totally his fault."

"Well, what happened?" The twins asked.

"He thought that it would be funny to scare me so he could hold it over me. But his plan for it failed miserably. He made a plan to come through our window in the middle of the night with a ski mask on and act like he was robbing us."

"But if it was in the middle of the night, wouldn't you be asleep?" Honey asked.

"Yup. He's not the smartest person around. Anyways, right when he climbs in he trips over our shoes and was unintentionally makes a lot of noice. I woke up and assumed there was a robber in the house, so naturally I grabbed the bat from under my bed and—"

"Why on Earth would you have a bat under your bed?" Tamaki asked.

"In case some idiot decided to put on a ski mask and climb through our window." You giggled, and everybody smiled in response. "Anyways, I ran up to him and swung to his stomach. He fell, and broke a flower pot in the process. When he got up, I swung again. He once again fell, but this time when he tried to get up he slipped and landed on our table, breaking it. He fumbled around and tried to grab onto this shelf, but the house was old and the shelf came down on him."

The twins bursted into laughter. "Where was Maria during all this?" Kaoru asked.

"Sleeping! I swear, I don't know what she'd do without me. There was so many crashing sounds!" The twins laughed again, and this time Tamaki chuckled as Honey giggled. "So I'm about to swing again, but he takes off the mask and yells at me. We're yelling at each other, and I drop the bat on the floor. That's when Maria finally comes in, by hearing the bat, and just asks if I'm okay. Super relaxed and half asleep."

The laughter erupted again. "What happened after that?" Hikaru asked.

"I told her that Alarico was trying to rob us, and she says hands down the most 'I don't care' question ever: So, like, I can go back to sleep then right?" More laughter. "I told her no, and she called her sister who came there dead silent. She wrote us a check for the damage and they left. One of the most satisfying experiences of my life."

Everybody was smiling at the story. It was no wonder why you became a host. You were very interesting. "Do you think you'll be in trouble when you get home?" Kaoru asked.

You shrugged. "I mean, Maria's sister will yell at me, but that's kinda it. Maria thinks that I should only be punished if I'm in the wrong. He was being a creep to another girl and I defended her honor. Not in the wrong, and I'll probably just get a smack to the back of the head."

"Seriously?" Hikaru asked.

You shrugged. "She is Latina. And don't worry, since she's not the wealthiest person here, Maria's sister won't try to fight the school or anything."

"Not the wealthiest? What does that mean?" Tamaki asked.

"They're high middle class so they flaunt their money at people who don't make as much. She's a Karen."

"A Karen?" The twins asked.

"I don't believe I'm familiar with the term." Kyoya said.

"It's when someone makes a not bad situation so much worse for no reason. Like, let me speak to your manager for something dumb or my child would never do that when their kid is horrible. Stuff like that."

"Geez, you have to go home to that?" Hikaru asked.

You pursed your lips. "I really don't want to go home right now. Maybe I'll visit Ryoji's house. Or maybe I'll just stay at a fast food place for a bit."

"We'll come with you." Hikaru offered.

"Yeah, it'll be fun." Kaoru added.

"Thanks guys. Let's go then." You began walking towards the door, but stopped and turned around. "And thank you, all of you. I'm really happy that you guys still like me."

"Wait y/n!" Tamaki zoomed over to you, invading your personal space. "I want you to be careful around those shady twins, okay?! Daddy just wants the best for you!"

You ruffled his hair and smiled. "I'll be fine senpai. You trust that I'll take care of myself, right?"

He looked at you, almost in a daze, and smiled. "Of course. Have fun." You nodded and left with the twins. "Well Kyoya, it seems like our little y/n is very capable of handling her problems."

Kyoya put on a smile and said nothing. On the outside, it could easily be seen as that. But that wasn't the case. You should see someone about your anxiety. You should accept help. That meant that he would have to tell Tamaki.

After having a fun time with the twins and getting chewed out by Linda, you went to bed hoping that the club wasn't actually upset with you.

The next day you got up and quickly left early before anyone else woke up. Unfortunately, you skipped breakfast in order to do so. So there you were, eating a breakfast burrito from WacDonald's on the steps of Ouran, way too early for anyone to be there yet.

The silence was pretty nice. It was peaceful, and the school was beautiful. You did notice someone though. A man in a lab coat. He looked lost, but you decided not to think anything of it. It was probably just a school doctor, since it is physical exam day.

Later on you threw away your wrapper and bought some coffee at a gas station. That's when some people began arriving. "Hey, you're the honor student, right?" One person walked over and asked you.

"Um, yeah. I'm sorry, I don't think I know you."

"I'm in the same year, though we're in different classes." He said.

A few minutes later the twins arrived to school, though they were peeved to see you talking to another guy. They ran over to you and began dragging you away.

"It was nice to meet you!" You called out. They then put you down, hearing you huff. "What was that for? I almost dropped my coffee."

"Who was that?" Kaoru asked.

You shrugged. "Some guy. He just came up to me and started talking."

"More like flirting." Hikaru grumbled.

"No he wasn't." You took a sip of your coffee. "Do you guys want some?"

Hikaru hesitated before shrugging. "Sure." He took a swig.

"Kaoru?" You offered.

"Are you sure that's Kaoru?" Hikaru asked, trying to trick you.

"Yes, I am." You said, taking back your coffee. "I'm not stupid."

Before they could say anything, you all heard. "Y/n~!"

A gush of wind passed you three as Tamaki ran over to you. "Morning senpai."

"Did those two shady twins hurt you last night?! I knew I should have gone with you!" He took your hands.

"No, they didn't. Calm down senpai. It was actually nice." You smiled at them.

"Oh, right." Hikaru took out an old phone. "Here."

You just stared up at him confusedly. "You don't have a phone, and this is my old one." Kaoru explained. "I don't use it anymore, so you could have it."

"Um, that's kind of a big thing to give someone." You nervously smiled. "You could turn it in to a phone company and get some money for it. Or maybe some store credit, depending on the company."

"We don't need money or credit stuff." Hikaru said. "Just take it."

You hesitated before taking it. You then smiled and wrapped your arms around each of their necks. "Thanks guys!"

"You're welcome." They smiled before looking darkly at Tamaki. Before Tamaki could say anything, the twins then pulled away. "Well, let's go to class!"

They rushed you off. "Bye Tamaki-senpai!" You called out.

Tamaki got angry. "But what about the plan?!" He barked.

"What did he say?" You turned as they carried you.

"Nothing!" They said.

Instead of going to your class though, you ended up going to the Music Room. "What's going on? Why are we in the host club class?"

Tamaki then stormed into the room. "You two could have waited for me!" He barked out again.

Kyoya then came out. "Y/n, we've come here today to talk about a problem regarding you."

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Author's Note: I hit the limit for the paragraphs I can write (since there's a lot of dialogue), so I had to cut it short.

I guess I have to split it up into 2 parts and put the fast food part in my own filler .—.

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