#guys i swear that like all of this is NORMAL

[mintmatcha]

so part of the reason he doesn't remember her is because it was such a shitty time at home and he was shutting down he's not just a fuckboy he's a TRAUMATISED fuckboy

If you were smart, you would have cleaned the place of every trace of you, but instead, you're forced to watch him pad through your belongings. Sero, the Sero, dreamboat Sero, is walking his fingers across the shelves in your living room, inspecting the rowing of manga. Sometimes, he hums, like he recognizes something. Other times, he stops on the figurines and pretends to shake their tiny hands in a horribly charming manner.

There's been boys in your apartment before. Well, a boy.

This is different. Sero is different.

He keeps looking back at you with these eyes, these damn eyes that you just can't resist, gently lidded with a smile that feels like it's just for you-

Liking him is stupid. You know that. Boys like him date pretty girls, thin girls, normal girls, better girls-

You adjust your clothes, pulling at the hem until you hear a definite pop. It's the exact outfit you saw on a pretty girl on tiktok, bought with three weeks of allowance, but it feel wrong and cheap against your skin. Wool over a wolf's body, poorly trying to disguise you as something you aren't.

Sero is effortlessly cool. His clothes are loose in they way that still makes him look lean and put together and purposely mismatched. Even his socks are different colors, one white, one black-

"You have a fun place, Cram School." Sero gives you a big smile. He calls you affectionately, since he claims to miss you when you're there. "You really like magical girls, don't you?"

You fiddle with the hem of your shirt more, tugging at the loose threads.

"...Yeah."

He waits a bit to see if you've got more to say, then turns back to your things. He's always attentive with you, even when Kirishima's other friends aren't.

"You totally wanted to be a hero as a kid, didn't you?" His teasing is light and your chest feels the same. "Like this guy?"

Technically, the figure he picks up isn't a hero, but you don't point that out. His warmth is melting you and you swear every atom in your body is slowly buzzing faster and faster.

"No, my quirk isn't good. I could never be a hero. I just..." You trip over your words because you know it's pathetic to admit. You adjust your glasses as you speak, sliding them up and down nervously. "They're sweet, and, and friendly. D-don't you ever wish you could transform into someone else for a little bit?"

There's another pause and you're forced to look directly at him. Your glasses slide down on their own.

"That was so cringe," you whisper.

His shrugs with one shoulder, scuffing his socks against the carpet. "Yeah. I do. Sometimes."

Sero sniffs, then hooks a thumb towards the television. "Do you wanna watch one?"

"A-a show?" you scoff at yourself. "You don't have to do that."

"You're so mean to yourself, Cram School. " Sero laughs. "I want to."

-

He asks questions the first episode. Good ones too. He posts to a character and whispers that it must be your favorite, since he saw the posters of her. Heat from his breath tickles your neck and that helium feeling in your chest just gets tighter.

The third episode, he slings and arm around your shoulders. You had been frozen tall, knees together with hands tucked into your lap, but then he drew you in, right into his collarbone. His elbows are sharp, but you don't mind. Not at all.

You debate touching him back, but your hands stay locked on the hem of your shirt.

When the credits roll, he turns to look at you, face so close to the side of yours that you can feel his nose bump against the wire frame of your glasses.

"Hey."

He whispers it as his hand finds your thigh.

"I'm going to kiss you now, okay?"

He waits a minute, held by your indecisiveness. His skin is acne bitten under his bangs, the pad of fat under his eyes puffs when he smiles.

This isn't a cruel joke, is it? Or some dream you'll wake up from? This is real, painfully real, something that no one can take away from you-

"Okay?"

No one will ever believe that you have a boy in your apartment, one that wants to kiss you despite the glasses and everything else undesirable about you.

Sero whispers you name. Not Cram School, but your name.

You gather up the willpower to squeak out an: "Okay."

And then he does. Lips are dryer than you thought they'd be, but the gentle pull of skin against skin enough to steal your breath away. His own breath quivers with a sigh; he must be able to tell it's your first time, because he goes purposefully slow, moving his mouth slightly more and more open until you match his movements.

When his tongue slips into your mouth, it tastes like the peach tea he's left on your countertops.

For once, you don't want to be anyone else.

[dynamightimagines]

Can you write some headcannons of Izuku, Katsuki, Denki, Kiri, and Tamaki Amajiki dating a reader whose quirk is basically her being a magical girl.

Hey hey! Sorry this one took a min! This is so cute I have just been so mf busy with work and everything in like (why is finding new health insurance so mf hard) Hope you like it!! headcannons under the tag!! (I'm switching canon a little around for a few to fit reader into the story!)

Izuku, Katsuki, Denki, Kirishima, and Tamaki with a magical girl! S/O!

Izuku Midoriya

The first time Deku had seen your quirk he was absolutely stunned.

You guys were doing the villain and hero scenario's and you had been partnered with Uraraka to stop Iida and Bakugou from taking the bomb

It was normal at first, until the bright light went off

At first Izuku thought it was Bakugou setting off a particularly big explosion, the white of the blast blinding the cameras they were watching the fight from

But as it dimmed he realized it was focused around you, and as it went away he realized why your hero costume at first was so basic

It had completely transformed, you now adorned in a cute (favorite color) outfit, complete with bows and a small staff now in your hands

You seemed to move faster, even with the complicated outfit you were dodging your enemies left and right, sending out blasts from the staff you now carried

Izuku desperately wished he had his journal right now. How did your entire outfit change? And the increase in your stamina and dexterity?

You were keeping up very well with your opponents, dodging Bakugou's blasts left and right and moving faster than Iida could reach you

You were able to keep them long enough for the timer to run out, signaling your win against the hero team

As soon as you got back to the meeting room you were flocked by everyone, all of them aweing over your new costume and how your quirk worked

Another bright flash was sent out and you were back into your normal clothes, fatigue now visibly apparent on your face

Deku offered to take you to the infirmary to rest since his trial was already done

He tried really hard, but he couldn't stop himself from throwing question after question at you, wondering how your quirk worked, its drawbacks, and what all you could do

You were happy to answer all of his questions, bashful at the idea of someone so interested in your quirk

This blossomed your friendship, and little did you know how far your relationship would go

Katsuki Bakugou

Everyone teased him for your relationship

How did he, the angriest and most volatile student in UA, get together with one of the most upbeat and sociable students?

He made everyone who knew swear up and down they'd never let it out that he was the one that fell for you first

When he first saw your quirk, he thought it was the most obnoxious thing in the world, bright lights and frills and a wand?

But the power you had, the strength and how well you wielded the quirk's possibilities was admirable

Your sociable personality bounced off of his brash one well, making you two a popular couple

He knew you could handle yourself, sitting back during training knowing you'd always kick your opponents ass

Plus, he found it absolutely hilarious to see hardened, scary villains get demolished by you in your adorable costume, like a doll beating down Godzilla

He will also never admit it, but he finds your outfit adorable

He swears it changes a little bit every now and then, morphing to your growing personality

No matter what, its a perfect personification of you, and he will never get tired of it!

Denki Kaminari

The first time Denki saw you in action he swears he died and went to heaven

We know this guy watches anime, so the fact that, right before his eyes, a beautiful magical girl is here, just for him?

Technically just for him, as you two were sparring and you were coming right at him with your staff at the ready

He didn't care if he got teased for the quickest knockout in today's class, the fact that you carried him back to the infirmary and waited for him to wake up is all he needed to see before he decided he loved you

He hits you with so many flirty comments, calling you magical and asking you if you could sweep him off his feet

Luckily for him, it worked, and you two began dating

He will never stop bragging about you, showing off your quirk and cuteness to everyone he meets, daring them to fight you just so he can see you kick their asses, and see their faces as they realize the adorable and seemingly harmless girl they dared to fight could probably send them to hell and back

If anyone makes fun of your quirk he's quick to defend you, threatening to fight whoever dares to be mean to you, even though he knows you can defend yourself

He will never get over your magical girl outfit, begging you to activate your quirk just so he can take pictures of you in it

He will beg Momo to make a replica of it so you can wear it even while not activating your quirk

You are his beautiful magical princess and he will always treat you as such!

Eijiro Kirishima

You two are such a power duo

you both are power houses in a fight, and when you're partnered you are practically unstoppable

Imagine trying to block Kirishima while you're in the back shooting blast after blast of pure power

Any opponent would be overwhelmed quite easily

If anyone doubts you because of how your quirk looks he is the first to defend you, telling whoever is being mean to you that you are probably much stronger than most macho looking guys out there

If anyone's words ever get to you and you start doubting yourself he makes sure to shower you in reassurances, telling you that despite how girly someone may think your quirk looks you are a beast on the battlefield

He would ask you to help him train, to shoot blast after blast at him to help him increase the durability of his hardening

You two are easily the most popular couple at UA, your guys' kindness and strength make everyone feel safe and appreciated

Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki first noticed you when you got second place in that year's sports festival, just behind Mirio

Mirio quickly became your friend, so of course you became good friends with Nejire and Tamaki too!

You and Nejire became best friends first, two of the cutest girls in your year made you quite popular

Tamaki was very intimidated by you at first, your flashiness and power was enough to make anyone shy

But you were so nice! How could he not respond to you and hang out with you when you asked so politely, and made sure to make plans in calm places so he wouldn't be overwhelmed?

Plus Mirio loved you, so that was good enough reason for him to open up to you

You're definitely the 'leader' in the relationship, taking lead of plans and any interactions you guys had while you were out

"He asked for no pickles" type of dynamic

You thought his power was absolutely amazing, and you never failed to tell him so, even though it made him a blushing mess

You got lots of love letters, many boys and girls alike showed affection for you and it made Amajiki very self conscious

You always reassured him, promising you would never leave him for someone else

He loves you with all his might and he will never stop showing it to you

Can you tell I lost all writing capabilities and motivation half way through this LOL I love this prompt I just suck at keeping focused. Love ya!

[preposterousjams]

My opinion on the Latino Jason Todd headcanon

While I do understand ppl's criticism of the latino Jason todd headcanon and how its kind of racist to make the kid with parents with drug problems as the latino one, to me its more of a reclamation BECAUSE of DC's racism.

Read any 80s/90s batman issue that covers gang violence and drugs, most if not ALL of the criminals are poc; black people and latinos visibly make up the majority in the poorer neighbourhoods in Gotham. Aside from the caricaturist way they r drawn/speak, its not THAT weird cause its a reflection of irl big cities where immigrants and marginalised ppl are often forced to live in such situations, (like most of my dominican family lives in the bronx... it aint racist to say dominicans tend to flock there), BUT...the weird part is when the second a sympathetic character comes from that area, he's white and has a name thats "too fancy for the streets".

Obviously, Jason was created to look like the old robin, so I can't say that the whole "diamond in the rough" situation was purposely a tad bit racist, but its still a lil weird (especially with bruce's comment).

If Jason were a part of the overwhelming demographic in his area, the good-kid-in-a-bad-area trope has less connotations. DC is currently trying to fix this trope is by making crime alley whiter, which isn't bad but they could've just yk... humanised the non-white residents.

I also feel like the messed up way Jason was treated post-death is what makes him so relatable to latino readers. His tragic story of dying while trying to save his only living relative is turned into a lesson for newer vigilantes. Jason's particular disdain for abusers on a few occasions was twisted (by both writers and characters) into him always being dumb, reckless, cocky, angry and disobedient, always violent, never having been able to get over his upbringing. None of those things were true (he was a normal level of reckless and cocky like every other robin, not more), but its an easier narrative to digest compared to how it was in reality; a kid who worked so hard and loved even harder, died to save a woman who couldn't care less about his existence. He was an emotional AND smart kid who wanted so bad to help others get better but was remembered as too emotional (in a bad way).

THIS is the reality for many latino diasporas in day to day life; Theres no question that Latino culture is passionate and emotive, but people from other cultures assume that it is followed by instead of logical. both can coexist. emotion does not mean u have no logic. Emotions can be irrational but they aren't inherently that way, and I wouldn't say that the moments where Jason lashed out as a teenager were irrational (in og runs, not rewrites post red hood), they were mostly done to protect someone (going crazy on abusers, disobeying batman to save sheila, that time he got into a fight at school to defend his friend).

A lot of euro-centric culture is OBSESSED with the idea that rationality is separate from feelings and emotions, but not crying at a funeral doesn't mean you're better than those who do. Emotions are the basis of human ethics and morals, they define the way we interact as a collective and ignoring them does not mean they are not there. Theres no winner to a contest of who can feel the less. And the way Jason's emotions are treated (pre-rh, hes definitely unhinged afterwards lol) is so in line with how white culture tends to punish those who aren't ashamed to feel.

I TOTES UNDERSTAND that some ppl who headcanon Jason as latino are doing it for the complete opposite of reasons, like "oh here some angry emotional guy with druggie parents, haha must be latino". Its weird. I dont like it. And its only brought up so he can swear in spanish in some rlly bad text post where his emotions are getting out. But to me there's so much potential for metanarrative and commentary on how latinos are treated in media that can be exemplified through the way his character is treated. Being latino would add SO MUCH DEPTH to his character and his dynamic with the others.

[bqstqnbruin]

Just Friends - Part 1

Hello friends here we are with a new/old fic. like I said with the prologue, this is a rewrite of a fic I started back in 2021 so here we go

General Warnings for all parts: Swearing, drinking, sex, parental death, panic attacks

WC: 4147

Read the prologue here

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The last thing Emeline wanted to find when she got home from work that day was Francesca and Maddy in their apartment with the music so loud she could feel the vibrations through the door. If their neighbors hadn’t complained yet, as someone did just about every single time the two of them were home with Emeline with them, there was no doubt they were going to. The fact that they hadn’t gotten kicked out of the building was baffling, if Emeline had to admit it.

“There’s no way you can hear anything,” Emeline yells over the music, dropping her bag on the floor and kicking off her shoes.

“What?” Fran yells back, she and Maddy showing no care to the fact that Emeline was unusually late getting home and dancing to Maddy’s ‘feral pop punk garage rats’ playlist that Emeline didn’t need to hear right now.

Emeline reaches over to their speaker and turns the music down a little, ignoring Maddy and Fran’s protests. “Why is it so loud?”

“Music is meant to be heard,” Maddy protests. 

“Yeah, heard, not blowing out your ear drums.” 

“Aw, did someone have a hard day at school?” Fran teases, giving her roommate a playful shove on the shoulder.

“Notice what time it is?” Emeline gestures to the clock she had hung over the TV when they first moved in, 8:15 flashing on it when she normally got home around 5:30 every day.

The three of them sit down in their living room, Maddy on the floor, Fran in the chair she had claimed as hers for the last two years, and Emeline cross-legged on the couch, the music just loud enough that Emeline could still feel the vibrations the sound waves were sending through the apartment, not helping the growing dehydration headache she had.

Emeline recounts her day, from the lab that she had set up the night before for her honors students somehow dismantled and parts of it thrown out, knowing that the janitorial staff had a habit of mistaking some of her lab equipment as garbage at times, which meant she had to scramble to reset it before her AP students showed up to review for the test they had that day. The two free periods she was banking on using to take down the honors lab and set up the college-prep lab she wanted to do last period were both taken away because everyone in her department was getting sick, so she had to go cover other classes and use that time to plan out a new lesson for them for last period. Then, since she can’t say no to her students and they found out she played lacrosse in college, she then had to go to practice despite the fact that their season was in the spring, and it was fall. Once that was over, she finally had time to set up the lab, forgetting that she also still needed to prep for the next school day. 

“So what you’re saying is, we’re ordering pizza, drinking wine, and definitely getting drunk this weekend,” Maddy says, already tapping away on her phone their usual pizza orders.

“Have fun with that. Keelan is coming over tonight, too.” Her roommates groan at the mention of her boyfriend's name. “We haven’t seen each other in two weeks since that weird conversation about the guy in the elevator. Order his pizza, too.” 

“I knew I was happier these last two weeks,” Fran snides. Maddy and Fran had a strong dislike for Keelan since the four of them met during their freshman year of college. No matter how often they were together, no matter what he did for the girls, they never warmed up to him. 

“Knock it off,” Emeline tells them, getting drowned out by Maddy turning the music back up, louder than it was when Emeline first walked into the apartment. Emeline groans, lying down on the cushions and putting one of the pillows over her face. She really wanted to just go to her room and rot in her bed by herself after the day she had. If Keelan wasn’t coming over, she could have changed into one of the hoodies and pairs of sweatpants she had stolen from him and sat in the dark with something on Netflix that she wouldn’t pay attention to playing in the background.

“Do you guys hear that?” Maddy asks, pulling Emeline out of the trance she fell into. “Is someone knocking at the door?”

“We would know if the music wasn’t so loud,” Emeline mutters, definitely not loud enough for either of them to hear it.

“Nose goes,” Fran says, her and Maddy holding their finger to their nose like children, pointing at Emeline to get up from the couch. “Have fun, Em.”

“I bet it’s Mrs. MacGregor,” Maddy laughs, their senile downstairs neighbor constantly coming over to tell them that they were walking too loud and it was disturbing her parrot.

“If it is, you’re buying dinner this weekend,” Emeline calls, hoping their eighty something year old neighbor wasn’t on the other side of the door. “Oh, hi.”

Two guys she was sure she had never seen in the building before were standing in front of her, practically towering over her. “Your music is kind of loud,” one of them says, his cheeks turning red, shoving his hands in his pockets like he was afraid to tell her. There was something about him that she found endearing. His beard was a different shade than the rest of his hair, adding to his charm, the nervous shake of his voice making her wish she met him in a different circumstance. If she wasn’t in a ‘murder everyone’ type of mood, she would have actually wanted to be nice to him. 

“No, it is loud,” the other says, clearly not amused with his friend trying to sugarcoat the subject as Emeline makes a face at them. There was something about them that made her briefly think that they were brothers, cousins, some sort of genetic relationship had to exist between them. Either that or they were both just guys with brown hair and she was too tired to comprehend anything else.

“I know.” The shorter her answers, the shorter their conversation, right?

“Who is it?” she hears Fran calling from her chair. Emeline can picture the smug faces they had as they hoped it was Emeline who had to deal with Mrs. MacGregor and not them.

“People telling us your music is too loud.” 

“Tell them to come in and say it to our faces.” 

Emeline rolls her eyes at her roommates' antics, gesturing to the strangers to come in despite not knowing who they are or why they were in their building in the first place. “They could be murders that you’re inviting in,” she points out.

“We aren’t murderers,” the nervous one says to her before turning to Fran and Maddy once she leads them into their living room. “We aren’t murderers.”

“We just got back from a trip that was way too long. We’re eating dinner and then going to bed, but we can’t do that if the music is too loud,” the other one says. 

Maddy scoffs, finally turning the music low enough that Emeline can finally think without the music interrupting her thoughts. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Murderers,” Emeline mumbles, reclaiming her spot back on the couch.

“We’re your neighbors. I’m John, this is Jeremy.”  

“Well, John, Jeremy,” Fran starts, leaning forward on her chair, “We were just about to order pizza. Want to join us?”

Emeline glares at Fran. She knows what a long day means for Emeline’s social battery. She knows that there is nothing more that Emeline wants than to go to her room and go to bed, Keelan coming over or not. 

The nervous one, Jeremy, starts to stammer. “Uh, no, it’s fine. She doesn’t really look like she’s in the mood for company, we don’t want to bother you.”

“If you’re buying, I’ll eat,” John shrugs, plopping down on the floor next to Maddy as she hands him her phone to put in what he wants. 

“Johnny, we can’t.”

“Emeline is fine. She’s just grumpy,” Fran mocks her. Emeline throws the pillow at her, silently wishing she had something harder. “Exhibit A.”

“It’s been a long day.” 

“Ours was longer,” John counters.

“It’s not a competition,” she shoots back. Before they can say anything else, she gets up, leaving the four of them in the living room. She didn’t need this. Her room was calling. Her sweatpants and sweatshirt were on her bed waiting to be changed into. 

Someone knocks at her door just as she pulls the sweatshirt over her head. She really wasn’t in the mood for Fran to just barge in like she did. “Can you at least be nice to them for like, an hour? They’re cute. And Jeremy seems to be nervous around you,” Fran tells her in a sing-songy voice. 

“So?”

“He likes you.”

Emeline scoffs, tying the strings on her hoodie just the way she likes them. “He just met me.” 

“He said he’s seen you around the building and he’s been wanting to talk to you.”

“So he’s a stalker. How does that get brought up in the less than five minutes I’ve been in here, anyway?”

“Jesus, Emeline. Not everyone is looking to commit a felony.” Emeline avoids looking at her roommate, really just wanting to be left alone. “The pizza is gonna be here soon, the guys are nice, and I’ll even be nice to Keelan when he comes if you come back.” 

“You’re annoying.”

“And you love me, anyway,” Fran tells her, throwing her arm around Emeline and dragging her back out to the living room, finding Jeremy on the couch still looking nervous when she comes back.

Emeline sits down on the other end of the couch, tucking her feet under her. She tries not to stare at the two of them in their apartment, but Fran was right, they are cute. John looks a little younger than the three of them, but Jeremy is about the same age, she guessed. There was something familiar about both of them, though. 

“So, uh, Emeline,” Jeremy starts, not making eye contact with Emeline. “Fran and Maddy said that you’re a teacher?” 

“She teaches chemistry.” 

“I can speak for myself, you know,” Emeline tells Maddy. 

“Not according to that one guy,” Fran points out, she and Maddy exchanging knowing looks about the one coworker that Emeline hated talking about the most just as her phone vibrates.

Her roommates really did forget that she can order sulfuric acid with a few clicks of a button on her computer.

“Should we ask?” John asks, noticing the scowl that was forming on Emeline’s face.

She rolls her eyes, knowing that thanks to her roommates, these guys would find out anyway, checking her phone and groaning, throwing it to the side. She was outside contract hours, he couldn’t make her work. “My department head is a dick. He takes my lessons and my labs and passes them as his own because he claims his ‘department head duties take up so much of his time he can’t plan on his own.’ He just texted me asking what I was teaching to college-prep so we’re ‘on the same page.’” 

“Do you think he’s the one who took apart the lab you set up yesterday?” Maddy asks, Emeline noticing she stole a glance of Johnny while saying it.

“Either him or our custodial staff thought some of it was actual garbage so they threw it out,” she shrugs. “Which, reminds me, I have to order more filter paper tomorrow, remind me to do that.”

Fran and Maddy exchange looks, both of them knowing that they were going to forget to tell her, scrambling for their phones to put a reminder in for themselves.

“That sucks,” is all Jeremy can add, still not looking at her.

Emeline shrugs, her phone buzzing beside her, probably another text from Anderson. “Eh, I have some of the guys in the department who try to stick up for me, and my students seem to like me, so who cares?” 

“One thing you’ll learn about Em is that part of being a teacher is that she can never check out from being one,” Maddy explains, Johnny being the one to steal a glance at her this time. “It’s constant.” 

Fran, Maddy and John fall into conversation, Emeline trying to process that even though she knew it was true, while Jeremy just sat there awkwardly on the couch next to her not saying a word. Emeline was getting more tired by the minute, and Jeremy was still too nervous to say anything to her.

“You left the door unlocked again,” they hear, interrupting their conversation. Fran and Maddy roll their eyes, Emeline’s anxiety growing suddenly as Keelan lets himself into their apartment. “Do you know how many people could just walk by and rob you when you do that? I’ve told you not to -oh, hi.” Keelan stands there, clearly expecting to only lecture the girls about their door. His face turns red, a cup from Dunkin in his hands.

“Keel, this is Jeremy and John, they’re our neighbors,” Emeline explains as he walks over to her, kissing the top of her head and handing her the drink. Emeline took a sip, grimacing at the tea he had brought her, way too sweet for her own taste despite the fact that she had told him multiple times she didn’t like sugar in her coffee or tea.

“Huh, it’s like a triple date,” he says, leaving to drop his bag in Emeline’s room, the three girls exchanging equally confused glances. 

“He really had to come tonight?” Fran whispers. 

“He’s staying over, isn’t he?”

“Yes, and yes, stop it. You knew he was coming. You said you would be nice to him.”

“I said I would be nice to him, not about him.”  

John and Jeremy sit there in awe, trying to figure out what they had just walked into. Before her roommates could protest more, Keelan comes back, sweatpants and sweatshirt on just like Emeline. Both were wearing Boston College lacrosse gear, Emeline definitely changing into the old gear because it was comfortable after what had been a day from hell, Keelan only pulling it out because the guys were there, despite the word ‘club’ written on the breast of his sweatshirt being the noticeable difference between their clothes. That didn’t matter to Keelan in the moment; Emeline didn’t even have to ask, she knew he never wore that sweatshirt unless he felt threatened by something.

“Did either of you play lacrosse?” Jeremy asks, trying to break the awkwardness.

Keelan puts his arm around Emeline, pulling her close to him faster than she was expecting. “We both did, actually. That’s how we meet.” 

“At BC?”

“We all went to Boston College, we all played lacrosse. Three of us did all four years, too, on an actual varsity team, not the club team,” Fran snides, a not so subtle dig at Keelan, causing him to roll his eyes and hold Emeline almost uncomfortably close. 

“That’s because there’s only a club team for men. For some reason, the AD decided the women having a team was more important despite you losing in the championship three years in a row,” Keelan tries to counter, only earning an eyebrow raise from Fran who was, without a doubt, about to say something much worse to him. 

“We only lost twice and won the championship our senior year,” Fran corrected him. “BC hasn’t had a varsity lacrosse team for men since 2002. If you wanted varsity, you should have went to BU.”

“What time is the pizza getting here, Mads?” Emeline changes the subject before the dick measuring contest between her boyfriend and her roommate somehow ends with her roommate winning. Fran was, as usual in her verbal sparring against Keelan, remaining calm, while Keelan himself was two seconds from saying something that would result in him getting kicked out of their apartment permanently. 

“Oh, I didn’t know you were ordering pizza,” Keelan snides.

This was awful. This was the last thing Emeline wanted to deal with when she got home. If she went to her room, then Fran or Keelan would just follow her. As soon as the pizza was there, all she wanted to do was eat it as fast as possible and run away to her room. She needed peace. She wanted quiet. 

“I’m getting a drink, who wants something?” Emeline asks, wriggling free of Keelan’s grip and heading off to the kitchen with the practically full tea still in her hands. Emeline sighed, leaning against the counter with her eyes closed. It was already pushing 9:30 pm, half an hour from when Emeline normally went to bed happily since she had to wake up to take her train way earlier than she would like to every morning. 

“Hey,” Jeremy startles her, causing her to bump her hip harder against the cabinet, making her wince at the pain that would definitely turn into a bruise. “Sorry, we can go if you really don’t want us here. We just wanted the music to be a little quieter.” 

Emeline sighs, knowing that she was acting like a bitch. “No, it’s fine. It was just a long day that was part of a longer week. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Jeremy says, quietly. He shrugs. “It happens to all of us.”

Emeline looks at Jeremy, her entire being feeling calmer with him standing there for whatever reason. “Thanks.”

Jeremy swallows, clearing his throat. “Uh, the pizza should be here any minute. If you want, you can just take it to your room instead of staying out with us,” he tells her, somehow reading her mind, “I don’t think any of us would mind. Well, Fran seems like someone who might.”

Emeline can’t help but laugh. “She means well.”

“She seems to want what’s best for you. And for Maddy. I can respect that.” 

“She’s very protective, that’s for sure,” Emeline says, throwing out the tea and grabbing a glass of water. Without asking, she pours one for Jeremy, him taking it and smiling at her, sending a shiver down her spine that she didn’t quite know how to process. Fran had been there for her and Maddy’s darkest moments during college, which sounds dramatic, but she really was the first person either of them wanted to call if something was going wrong. She just cared, probably a little more intensely than either of them asked for. 

 The two of them go back into the living room without saying anything else, glasses in hand. The pizza had arrived, Maddy and Johnny passing them around, reading off everyone’s order. 

“Why’d you order me this?” Keelan asks when Emeline sits down, box in hand as Maddy  passes off the last two to her and Jeremy.

“You always get the honey barbeque chicken one,” Emeline points out, opening up her box, her favorite pizza making her suddenly excited. She didn’t realize how hungry she was, or remember the fact that she hadn’t eaten since her lunch at 11 that morning. 

“Yeah, you have made a very big deal about how you always get that one pizza, because it’s your favorite,” Maddy continues, spraying bits of her own pizza everywhere. 

“You’re a creature of habit, as you love to say,” Fran deadpans, not looking away from her own food. 

“I don’t want this. What did you get, Emmy?” 

Emeline freezes with her mouth open as she was bringing a slice to her mouth, already knowing where this conversation was going to end up. She tried to ignore Fran mouthing ‘Emmy,’ to Maddy, mocking the nickname Emeline admittedly hated that Keelan always used for her. “The White Greek pizza.” 

“It’s fine, we can just switch.” 

“But,” she starts, looking at her own pizza. “I don’t like barbeque. You know that.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want this.” 

The two of them stare at each other for a minute, Emeline’s mind trying to process the fact that Keelan even had the audacity to ask her to eat his pizza when he knew she detested the entire thing. They were nice enough to buy him a pizza, a surprise that he wasn’t expecting, and here he was, demanding that she give him hers? She had called him on the way home and told him all about her day and what happened, and now he was adding to it? “Take mine.” Both of them turn to Jeremy, him already holding his box out for Keelan. “I thought I ordered the barbeque one anyway, not the buffalo one, it was my mistake.” 

“Hey, thanks, man,” Keelan says, all too happy to take the pizza from someone he just met. 

Fran, Maddy, and John start to have a conversation, tuning out the three of them on the couch. Not that they were saying anything. Emeline was too mad to eat the entire thing, only picking off the olives instead. Jeremy was trying his best not to cringe at the overly sweet pizza that he had never had any intention of ordering. Keelan just existing at that moment was enough to make Emeline irritated.

“You know what,” Emeline says, closing the box of pizza, all five of them startled and suddenly turning towards her. “I think I’m going to turn in.”

“Are you sure?” Jeremy asks, a sound of panic in his voice.

“Yeah, I mean, I’m tired, I have to wake up early and I have another long day tomorrow, anyway.” Emeline leaves before anyone can protest.

The five of them watch Emeline leave, Fran and Maddy sending death glares at Keelan. 

“Why must you have the personality of a guy who’s had back pain his entire life? What is wrong with you?,” Fran scolds him, throwing a napkin at him.

“What kind of insult even is that?”

“‘I don’t want this,’” Maddy mimics in a high pitched voice. “What adult talks like that?”

“Go apologize to her or I’m going to shove my foot so far up your ass you’re going to taste that instead of the pizza you took from Jeremy,” Fran threatens.

“I offered it to him,” Jeremy tries to diffuse the situation.

“You love buffalo chicken though. Linus has fed you buffalo wings in the locker room before,” John points out.

“We’re going to talk about that in a second,” Maddy starts, “but Keelan, come on. You know how stressful this time when lacrosse starts back up for her. You could have just taken the pizza she was nice enough to order for you.” 

“I knew I should have let you starve.” 

Keelan huffs, putting the pizza down on the table in front of them. He knocks on the door to Emeline’s room, not waiting for her to invite him in since the lights were already off. He sees her in the dark, lying on her back scrolling on her phone. “I’m a dick.”

“I know.” 

He sits down on the bed next to her. “I’m sorry.” 

“For?” she asks, treating him like one of her students.

Keelan sighs, lying down. “How long have you known Jeremy?”

“I met him like an hour before you got here.”

“He was the guy in the elevator.”

Emeline groans. “I thought we were past this.”

“Well.”

“Well?”

“Well, he likes you, Em.” Emeline can’t help but scoff. “I mean, I obviously can’t blame him. But, Em, he hasn’t taken his eyes off you the entire time he’s been here. He didn’t take his eyes off you in the elevator either. John even said Jeremy had mentioned that he’s been wanting to talk to you.”

“Oh, for fucks sake,” she groans again, putting her phone on her stomach and covering her face with her hands. “So what? That doesn’t mean he likes me, it means he’s kind of a creep. And if he does, what does it matter?” 

“I’m afraid.”

Emeline reaches over to turn the lamp on, wanting to get a look at Keelan for this, this confirmation she was waiting for. She studies his face as he stares up at her ceiling fan. “Afraid of what?”

“What if I lose you?” 

Emeline lets out a little laugh. “To Jeremy? Please.” She rests her head on his chest, Keelan wrapping his arm around her and kissing her forehead. “At most, he can be a friend. Just like Jack. Just like Marc,” she says, referencing his college teammates.

“Jack and Marc didn’t so obviously like you.”

“Jack and Marc both tried to hook up with me multiple times during college.”

Keelan sighs, pulling her closer. “Just a friend?”

“Just a friend.”

[dykeden]

sorry. sorry. the buck bi plot initially seeming like an eddie gay plot/buck being jealous of eddie being with another guy. and then buck gets with tommy. and then all of seasons 7-8.

IM NORMAL ABOUT THIS I SWEAR IM NORMAL

[fushiguwu]

I hate you. getou suguru

CHAPTER 5 from the Summer Fever’s serie!

ft. dilf!getou and gojo’s stepdaughter!reader

warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, confessions, use of cigarette (not reader nor getou), kind of angst conversation, use of pet names, sexual tension, making out.

words: 7.4k

a/n: hey sorry for the late but as you can see it was a long chapter, maybe the longest of the serie. hope u like it!

“Sure you got everything?” says your roommate while you two walk to the passenger boarding bridge. She insisted on coming all the way to the airport with you. “Passport, ticket, phone?”

“Yes, I do. I swear. I’m not that dumb” you unconsciously roll your eyes. You know she’s just trying to help you, deep down. She stops you right before getting close to the gates. 

“You promise not to fall in for that guy again?” your friend asks, staring deep into your eyes, holding your wrist, as if she wouldn’t let go if you didn’t say so. You swallow dry and look away. 

You had almost forgotten about him as the year passed: the classes and exams made you busy enough to think about anything else for twelve months. Sometimes, Gojo would send you a message or two, asking how you were doing, if you were going to spend your summer with them, etc. and that’s when you remember him, what he did, what he didn’t. His fucking best friend. Goddamnit. Your blood boils of thinking about it, him and the possibility of seeing him again.

You were thinking about spending your summer break with Nobara, but with her new girlfriend living with her, you thought that maybe shouldn’t invade her privacy that way. She couldn’t be stuck with a third wheeler for one month. So you ask your mom to spend this summer at your grandma’s beach house: far from home and Suguru. Just you, mom, and her two dogs (Gojo included).  

So you say that to your friend, with different words: “Of course! It will be a family vacation. I won’t get a sight of him. Promise.” you let go of her hand. She looks at you hesitant, as if wasn’t sure yet to trust. “I promise” you emphasise. 

It took you a while to digest everything that happened on your summer break when you first arrived back at your dorms, staying almost absolutely silent for a day or two before telling everything gradually  to your roommate. You were still a mix of sadness and anger and she seemed as shocked and upset as you did. She noticed you became hesitant about meeting other people and going to bars or parties after all of that: everytime she went off to a freshman party you chose to stay home and study, or watch a movie alone. Perhaps you were too traumatised to hook up with someone again, she worriedly thought. 

The truth is: you knew no one in there would be your stepdad’s friend or any related to your family again, you just didn’t feel the need to go out with some frat boy or veterans anymore. After being with someone as old and experienced as the fucker one, you unfortunately developed a very poor tolerance for boys your age. You did go to a party or two after the start of semester, but all those guys had such a boring talk: it was always about bragging what they had, what their parents had, how much time they spent working out or doing some sport, normally followed by them showing you their muscles. Needless to say it was all too pitiful —Of course there was a bit of trauma too, but it was mostly just indisposition. 

You hear the last call for the flight and hug her goodbye. She asked you to let her know when you arrived, as you showed the stewardess your ticket and headed inside the platform. 

The flight went well besides the time you spent sitting down on an uncomfortable armchair. Your mom got you on the airport and you went straight to the beach house. The sea horizon looked singularly beautiful as the gradient twilight became darker, and you closer to your destination. The wooden house was just across the beach, only for a thin one way street separating; the facade showed lots of windows, a triangular roof and a little balcony with nothing but a rocking chair and some sand, just above the entrance ladder. As you enter, it was more explicit to be a house owned by an older, and didn’t change a thing since the last time you were there: all the furniture seemed freezed on time, including the tube TV sitting on a small table beside the fireplace. Fortunately, the kitchen had a refrigerator and a microwave, and the bathrooms, hot water. The second floor had three rooms, two with a double bed and one with three single beds, which you thought were the one your mom would sleep in when she was little, with the other kids, the same as you did when you were. 

So you left your suitcase in the second double bedded room, with a huge window to the beach.  At this time, the sun had already set, and you could only hear the waves crashing and have the sight of the beachfront by the pole lights. The street had a very low traffic, reinforcing the neighbourhood’s lack of nightlife and making you realise that would really need to bear a whole summer without any kind of escape from Satoru’s annoyance. 

You were craving for an hour or two in a very hot bathtub but, talking about annoyance, someone wouldn’t stop ringing the bell downstairs while you were about to get inside the water. You screamed for your mom to open the door. No answer. Then Gojo, who didn’t answer as well. While the ringbell keeps doing its work. Fine. You put your clothes back on, giving up on your very deserved bath and heading downstairs with such frustration that you could swear you’d break the floor below at each step if you could.  You look inside the kitchen before attending the door and find a fucking Satoru making dinner with headphones, dancing like he had no shame —and he probably didn’t. 

“Satoru!” you try to scream to him. Of course, he doesn’t hear you and keeps on babbling a song while mixing something in the pan. You walk into him and take one of his headphones off. “Turn that heck down!” you scream at him again, and now he definitely listens. “What is that?”, he asks so calmly you forget why you’re mad at him for a moment. But a very brief moment. 

“There’s someone knocking on the door for ten minutes now! Are you deaf? Where’s mom?” you could notice he stops for a second to think. “Uhm, probably sleeping. She said she was tired”

You became even more dumbfounded. “How could someone sleep with this hellacious noise?” 

Satoru shrugs. “Don’t know. Answer it for me, please” And unhappily you go. 

You open the door, pulling it with more force than you’d do normally, giving the person behind it a definitely not happy face, and it becomes strongly unhappier as you realize who you were facing. The black haired man looks as surprised as you, with his phone in hands, showing that he was trying to call Satoru at least ten times. He had a suitcase and three more people behind his silhouette. 

“What are you doing here?” you and Suguru say in unison, arching one eyebrow each. You got a bit offended for him to have the courage to ask you this, actually. 

“Well, this is my family’s house?” you say, almost mocking at him. You unconsciously think he was still good looking, and just after that cringes from this intrusive thought. All his beauty had been fogged instantly by your remorse. 

“Well, me and my family have been invited to stay here, by Satoru and your mom”, now he was the one that seemed offended. When you were about to answer him a really bad thing, Gojo showed behind you, as happy as he could ever be, hugging his friend and apologising for not answering him sooner. You give them enough space to pass through the open door and as Gojo and Getou came in, you could now see Mimiko and Nanako’s bringing their own suitcases up the ladder and their mom, as beautiful as she’s ever been, right behind them. You swallow dry. The whole troop’s present and all your plans are turned upside down, in less than a day on vacancy. 

As you help your friends to get inside with their way-too-heavy-for-a-vacancy suitcases, you see that your mom is now chatting with Suguru and her husband, seeming not to notice you are fighting for your life to move those damn bags. You clean your throat loud enough to get her attention and ask where they would sleep —and, as you guessed, in the three single beds’ room. You just didn’t expect her to say you were going to sleep with the two girls there too. “What? Why?”

“Uhm, because Suguru and his wife are going to stay in the second double bedded room, and you don’t need such a big bed for yourself” your mom says to you almost as it’s obvious, and you don’t know why, but listening to that made your ears and tummy hurt. Suguru’s wife. Of course they are going to sleep together. Of course you are staying in the room with his daughters. Of course. 

So you ask for Mimiko’s help and carry her suitcase upstairs to your now shared room, heading to your ex bedroom once it’s done so you can sadly carry your own bag too. You remained silent while undoing your baggage into the wardrobe. You thought that doing it first, as you didn’t have as many things with you as the other two, would be easier than finding space inside it after they tidy their stuff. Gojo called for dinner and the girls ran downstairs as quickly as he spoke; their trip must’ve been a bit long too. 

Definitely having dinner together with Suguru wasn’t on your plans for today—nor for the whole month, so you choose your almost forgotten bath: with your clothes on hands you head up to the bathroom just across. The door opens to a shirtless Suguru, drying his recently washed hair with a pink towel while had a white one tied to his hips. You look away, ashamed and a bit angry for him to feel comfortable enough to walk through practically naked. The gears on your head start to spin and you realise the pink towel he’s using to dry out his hair was your towel. Your fucking pink towel. He was about to enter his room when you almost ran to him and pulled the towel from his hands. Suguru turns to you with a question mark above his head, which makes you angrier. 

“That’s my towel!” you say absolutely revolted. How could he be so shameless? Getou looks at you indifferently. “Is it, now?” He passes his hands through his long and silky hair semi dried, “Well, you can use it. I’m finished” and closes his door in your face. You blink once or twice with your mouth opened, not wanting to believe he actually did this. Your towel was soaked now and you’d have to use it like this. Fuck! Fuck him!, you thought, turning around to take your not so comfortable bath now. Before entering it, though, you say a “Fuck you!” loud enough for him to hear on the other side of the corridor, through his door. 

You actually did take a one hour bath, more because you spent almost the whole time staring angrily at your towel schematizing your vengeance. He knew that towel wasn’t his, so why the hell didn’t he ask for a new one to dry his hair out? You couldn’t think about anything else. You knew he did it purposely. 

So you got out and dried yourself with your Suguru-stinking towel,  still a bit wet. You put on your clothes and leave the bathroom, taking your pink towel with you. At this time the dinner had ended and you lost your appetite for the angry fogginess. Perhaps, deepdown, you’re not even mad about the towel anymore, just want some good reason to show him you did not forgive what he did to you. You head back to your shared room and the girls are chitchatting about celebrities biffing. You pretend to be interested in the conversation and laid down on your bed with the door open to see when Getou would come out with his pretty and dearing towel back to the bathroom, where you were going to accidentally drop it inside the full bathtub. Poor Suguru. 

Or maybe poor you, as the seek for revenge reveals weaker than your tiredness, and as you waited to succeed your scheme, fell asleep in a few minutes. It’s hard to be bad and sleepy, unfortunately. 

Only when you dreamt about tearing his towel apart with scissor hands, you realised you were sleeping, and woke up in a jump. The girls were sleeping too now, and the house was so dark you could see nothing but the things the yellow pole light outside shined. It was definitely midnight, and you definitely failed your plan. And you failed to fulfill your stomach, that is now hurting and screaming at your foolishness. You walk outside the room seeing barely nothing, trying to get to the kitchen without waking up anyone. The wooden stairs were so noisy that you frowned at every cracking step you made. 

You would‘ve headed straight to the kitchen if only the tube tv wasn’t turned on. It showed an eight's movie with the sound muted, but for the bloody scenes it was probably a horror one. As you were about to turn it off, you heard a loud breath coming from the sofa and almost fainted from the sudden sound. You turned around and found a deeply asleep Suguru, with his hair now completely dry and only a cushion below his head. He looked so defenseless like this you started regretting plotting to ruin his towel. He was probably watching that movie and fell asleep, as tired from his trip as you were. You actually felt a bit of pity for him sleeping on such an uncomfortable couch with not even a blanket. You hated to admit it, but you did grab a blanket that stayed in a little chest beside the fireplace and threw it above him. Of course you did it only because he was your mom’s guest, nothing personal. 

You woke up the next day to the noise of the girls taking clothes out of their suitcases, searching desperately for a pair of bikinis. The sun was shining through the opened window and it took you a while to adjust to the clarity in the room; by the height of the star and the weak warmth coming in, it was early in the morning and they were already this electrical. 

“You guys should take the cue and put your clothes in the wardrobe”, you say, lazily sitting on your bed and scratching your eyes. They both look at you puppy-like. 

“I think we forgot our bikinis at home, we’re screwed!” Mimiko looked like the floor would disappear under her feets at any moment, as if they wouldn’t be capable of going to the beach —which is just across the street, if not wearing a swimsuit. 

“There’s a pair or two of mine inside the second drawer, you can take it if it fits. I’ll take one of my mom’s“, and the two girls go search for it almost immediately. You get up to your mom’s room to see if she actually has a pair of swimsuits leftover. You find a cute black one and head to the bathroom to change yourself and other stuff you usually do in the morning. Besides the girls' drama, the house was silent, you didn’t even hear the tv on, nor Gojo’s loud voice, so you conclude they were probably at the beach already. Soon enough, you hear Mimiko and Nanako talking about being scared of fishes and going down the stairs.  

Having the house all for yourself for once was nice, you really enjoyed having your breakfast without an annoying Satoru complaining about you not eating enough. From inside the kitchen, you could hear the waves crashing; the anxiety to finally feel your toes on the sand coming towards you. So, when you finish eating and see yourself ready to meet the girls on the beach, you see Suguru entering the kitchen through the door that leads to the backyard, with a stupid fishing hat and rod. Why does he pass through every door you’re close to? Well, at least you didn’t need to ask him what he was up to, and with whom he was doing it, as Satoru passed the two of you with his own fishing rod and hat leaning on his shoulders, walking as idiotically as he always does, to the entrance door. 

“We are going fishing”, says Suguru, after a few seconds of awkward silence in the room, as you both follow Gojo and his stupid walk until he passes through the front door. You drink the coffee from your mug, looking at him from head to toe. Then, looked at Suguru and did the same thing: flip flops, camouflage shorts, a button up shirt with Hawaiian flower print —not to mention the hat with two or three visible holes in it. He could say you were judging it. all of it. 

“…Indeed” you said for politeness, as he was still standing there waiting for you to say something. Actually, he was the one who looked like wanted to say something else, gathering courage —or perhaps trying to swallow his pride. Suguru finally clears his throat before speaking:

“Thank you for the blanket yesterday” he says, fast, faster than he’s ever done talking to you. Getou, then, walked away from the kitchen, as if he was too embarrassed to thank you and to stay and listen to your answer, or even scared of your answer. His gratitude surprised you, though, as you thought he was dead asleep. Maybe he was a light sleeper, you wonder. You take the last sip and put your mug inside the sink. 

“Yeah. Whatever” he is about to leave the kitchen and you stay there a minute or two to avoid walking next to him to the beach. Just now you noticed your face getting hot and redder. It was, for sure, the hot coffee you just drank. Of course. 

You, your mom, Getou’s wife and daughters spent the whole day on the beach. Mimiko and Nanako took a bunch of pictures together before heading into the water, while you stayed there watching Gojo’s boat entering the open sea and listened to the moms talking about the good weather. The monotony you expected for a vacation, finally. Later that day everyone had the fishes the fishing duo brought home. Not you, though: you had the misfortune to watch them preparing the poor fishes and lost your appetite. So you had the leftovers from lunch for dinner. You saw Suguru sleeping watching movies that night too. 

“But I don’t want to” you try to say to your mom while she walks you to the garage. 

“Honey, it will be quick. You just need to buy a cute present for the girls” the car was parked on and you could see Suguru in the driver's seat and his wife by his side. Mimiko and Nanako had spent the whole morning on the beach and went napping after lunch, that’s when your mom dragged you to this situation. 

“But why both of them, if it’s only Mimiko’s birthday?” you stopped a few meters away from the car and spoke as low as you could, trying not to be rude with the girls’ parents just there. Your mom looked at you with a funny smile, like you were joking. Until she figures out you were not.

“…They are twins, honey.” What? Since when? 

“What do you mean, mom? The party last year was Mimiko’s only!” you whispering screams to her.  

“No, Nanako threw a surprise party for Mimiko, but it was her birthday too. They are your friends, how did you not know?”

“I don’t know… But they looked pretty alike, indeed.“ your mom rolls her eyes at you, laughing, and pushes you into the car, as Suguru honked lowly. “It’s our secret”, she says, putting the seatbelt on you. 

You could finally see his car closely: the same you saw taking the girls off your house, one year ago. It was huge inside, the seats in white leather and the sunroof above your head cleared the trip. It was a silent route until the nearest city, except for the times Getou’s wife asked something about your life to break the ice, such as ‘how is the college, what about the french boys, what do the girls like to do when you’re together?’ of course you omitted a little information on the last question… 

As expected, Suguru spent the whole time without speaking a single word, but you felt your heart race a bit faster when his wife asked the boys question and he looked straight at you through the rearview mirror, and waited for your answer as much as she did. You just said they did not interest you, looking away from the black haired man. 

The car parked close to a mall and the three of you walked inside to pick a present. You wanted to get a teddy bear or something, but their mom wanted to give them a pair of dresses. Yeah, it was probably better. Suguru went out of sight to look for a present himself. 

“What if it doesn’t fit them?” you ask, showing the two clothes on the hanger, black for Nanako and white for Mimiko. Both same number. Getou’s wife took the black one from your hands and hung it close to your torso, like she was measuring you. 

“You lent them your swimsuit, didn’t you? Then the dress is probably fitting you, too. And if it fits you, it must fit the girls” and pushes you along with the black dress to the fitting room; everything happened so quickly, you were still processing her sentence. You came out once finished to show her, the dress fits almost perfectly on your body, emphasising all your curves and showing off your shoulders. It was not too short, but not too long either: the perfect size to not be either nun nor vulgar.

“You look gorgeous!” you could hear her saying, but the moment you opened the curtain your eyes met immediately with Suguru’s. He had a gift bag in hands and was talking to his wife, something you couldn’t hear. And then he looks at you. And you forget all for a minute. His eyes, such beautiful raven eyes shining to you, completely mesmerised, staring from head to toe. Staring so much, you started getting shy and tried covering your body, insecure; which he noticed and looked away, ashamed as well. Just then you remember his wife was still talking and you smile at her. 

You changed back to your clothes and they bought the two dresses. You ended up buying a pair of teddy bears for the girls too. The way back went silent and, this time, Suguru didn’t look at you through the reflection. Not once. 

He was the first one to get off the car when you arrived, taking his present with him; you could hear the girls screaming from inside in happiness a few moments later.

“I noticed the way he looked at you” Suguru’s wife was looking at the sunsetting on the beach as spoke, and you were about to open the car’s door to leave. ”I’m not stupid.” 

You didn’t know what to say, or if you even should say something. 

“We are not together anymore, but you know that, don’t you?” She takes a moment to speak again, as lightened the single cigarette she kept in her pocket and rolls down the car windows. “Satoru and your mom keep on saying we’re together, since me and Suguru still live in the same house. The truth is: we have been divorced for two years now. You want to know why?” You didn’t need to answer. 

“Because I cheated on him. I cheated on him with a coworker, and then I felt so bad, I told him. And I knew it was over the moment I said to him, but I did. And I can’t go back now.” 

“You wanted to?” you dare to ask after two minutes of complete silence. She smiled and, for the first time in the conversation, looked at you. 

“More than anything. I still love him. He is the best thing that ever happened to me, the love of my life, the father of my children. And what a wonderful father he is.” She smiles alone. “He has lots, lots of problems, but he loves our girls with all his heart.” That confession made your heart tight into your chest and you looked away, not knowing why you felt so hurt hearing such words. Or maybe you knew, and decided to pretend you don’t. 

“You have no idea how it hurts to be looked at with cold, indifferent eyes, everyday. He tries to politely ask me to leave at least once in three months, but I always give him an excuse, hoping that, if I stay there, he will love me again…” you heard her voice cracking and knew she was crying, but couldn’t see her face. “But it’s over now. And it’s been hard for me to accept that, for a long time. I knew he went out to bars, that he met other women, but he never seemed to be affected by them. Of course, he didn’t talk to me about it, but I knew it from looking into his eyes every time he came back home late at night: meaningless, empty, cleaning a lipstick stain off his neck. It happened every weekend, and I never spoke a word, just stayed there, waiting for the time he would arrive, even hurting badly, because I knew it’d hurt more the day he came with sparkles in his eyes, when he truly met someone else." She finishes her cigarette and puts it out the window, then opens the door and gets out of the car, looking at you as asking to do the same. You do, taking the present bag in your hands, not saying a single word. It was already dark outside. 

“And, of course, it happened. Later than I expected, but it did. I noticed the way he started taking care of himself again, his good humor. He was actually talking to me, sometimes. Suguru planned the surprise party with Nanako, since she doesn’t , but Mimiko does. He gave her the pass to invite anyone she wanted to the party and, as I heard, Mimiko loved it. And I heard you were there, too” and looked at you, waiting for your response. It took you by surprise and, on a jump, you answered her a shy ‘yes’. She gives you a weak laugh. 

“He did the party not only for Mimiko, but because he knew you’d go. He knew you were friends with the girls. And it all makes sense now”  Your chest falls to the ground. The emerging anxiety. You felt it coming from the beginning. The moment she would say what you were most afraid of. Your legs started shaking. You can hear her laughing lowly again. “The way you two stared at each other when Satoru introduced you, I could see his heart falling from his chest, and you ran off as soon as yours started escaping through your eyes. Then, he ran too, not a bit worried about disguising. Neither of you.”

“Did you…?” you try to ask, hesitantly. “Hear your discussion? Yes. And I want you to know that he truly felt something for you. After that day, he stopped going out to bars and walked around like a ghost in our house, getting outside his deskroom only to visit Satoru.  I won’t lie, at first I was happy that you two didn’t work, but later I saw that it wouldn’t make him want me again…”  

You didn’t know what to feel. All this time feeding your hatred, all this time thinking he used you. His wife —or better, ex wife, stopped in front of you now, holding your hands. You could now see the smudged mascara on her face and the red eyes from the tears. It almost made you cry too. “You shouldn’t suffer anymore, neither of you. I  don’t know if you feel something for him yet, but talk to him, speak your truth. At least try. He deserves to be happy again.” 

And as she says it, looking deep into your eyes, Suguru shows up to turn off the car. You can hear him asking ‘why are you taking so long?’ from afar. The woman swipes the tears off her eyes and gives you a small smile before leaving. 

You see Getou getting closer and seeing his ex wife walking away, clearly not understanding what happened, and too hesitant to ask. You walk inside too, silent, still processing everything that she told you. 

A week and a half later passed and you didn’t talk to him. Nor to anyone, practically. You now knew he wasn’t sleeping in the living room unintentionally, and you observed that he would only enter their room to change after a bath when she was downstairs. It all made sense now.

You actually avoided staying much time in the same room as him after that conversation. You felt so confused with everything and everytime you tried to formulate a coherent discussion in your head, ended up mad alone. Even after all she said, you were still angry and remorseful. 

To try and quieten your mind, you started to walk alone to the beach at night with only a towel to sit on, as watched the waves crashing into the sand for a moment; the cold night wind kissed your skin painfully as you always forgot a coat. Sometimes, like this one, you brought an old book from your grandma’s shelf, just to pass the time without thinking much. 

“May I sit?” you hear a very known low voice from behind you ask. Fuck. For that sentence alone made you shiver more than the sea’s cold breeze. You ran from him the whole time and when you finally found a place to escape his appellant presence, Suguru shows up like it’s nothing. 

“No” you answer, turning the books page —not reading at all. He sits anyway, making the beach towel sink deeper into the sand. You do not even try to disguise your discontent with his presence, “Why are you so inconvenient?” 

“You forgot your coat on the couch” you look at him, searching for it in his hands, then look up, waiting for him to give it to you. He smiles at your confused face and you know he will laugh any moment. “What? I didn’t bring it with me” It made you remember why he and Satoru were best friends.

“Then why the fuck did you say it?” you get up, close your book and move away from Suguru, heading back home. That was the final drop. Everything he did made you angry and other many feelings you hate having. You can hear him screaming ‘wait’s from behind but didn’t mind looking back. 

You felt his hand reaching yours as you stepped on the entrance balcony; you looked down, Suguru was recovering his breath. His ebony hair messed by the wind covered his already low lighted face. You pull your hand back, huffling. “What is it that you want, Getou?” 

“Mai said you had something to say to me” he says, thinking you knew what he was talking about. “She told me you would be in the beach” 

“Who is Mai?” you ask him, as it was obvious you don’t know. 

“…My ex wife?” oh. Of course it was her. Of course she would say something if you didn’t for long. And how did she know you were going to the beach at night? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! You take a deep breath and try to look calm to him:

“I’m sorry, but I ain’t got nothing to talk about with you. She must have been mistaken” and you walk away. Again, he stops you from reaching the door. “Fuck! What!”

“You’re lying.” Suguru looked like a mountain blocking your way, his perfume inebriating your thoughts, giving you an almost headache. You try to say that you’re not, but he doesn’t let you finish: “I know you are. You’ve been all quiet since the girls birthday” 

“And what does it have to do with you?” you rasply stay on the defensive, not letting Suguru get a thing from you — 

“It has. I know. Don’t act foolish.” you say a hard ‘i’m not’ and he starts getting actually bothered at your brattiness. You only noticed he was blocking your way out by literally putting you against the wall. “Let me go, Suguru.”

“What happened to ‘Getou’, huh? I thought we weren’t acquaintances.“ you can see him arching his eyebrow within the yellow street light. He was turning the game against you. You looked away and gulped. “Why do you always have to be such a fucking brat? Can’t you act like a grown adult for a second?” Suguru had his hand beside your head and looked straight into your eyes, deeply. “Answer me. Answer or I won’t let you go.” 

You knew, deep down, that he would let you go even if you didn’t say anything, but his gloomy stare made you feel otherwise. “It’s you. You are my problem, Suguru. Are you happy now?” his gaze softened a bit on surprise, as he wasn’t expecting for you to really speak. “I’m fucking tired. I ain’t got a day of peace in my life since I met you. I asked my mom to come to this fucking house because I wanted to avoid you and, as a result, I’m stuck here with you and your family for three weeks. It’s like the most I run from you, the more I come closer. I can’t take this anymore” you were almost crying as finally overflowed your feelings. “And you think it’s been easy for me, now? Do you think it’s easy when all you do is treat me like shit?” Getou spoke so loud that he had to lower himself mid sentence to not wake everyone sleeping inside. “You deserve it all.” you two shared a stare as sharp as a sword, as deadly as a poison. 

“For what, you spoiled little brat? Huh? Tell me.” his face was as close to yours as it could be. His angry face made you swallow dry and feel your cheeks warm; his arms on each side of your head kept on preventing you from leaving. It wasn’t going as planned. 

“For wanting your bestfriend’s stepdaughter, who is your daughters friend as well, and playing with her feelings.” you raised your head, proudly.

“I never played with your feelings, darling.” the black haired man said it so softly you almost felt for it all again just by being called a pet name. 

“And what about you knowing I was your bestfriend’s stepdaughter, huh?” He gulped.

“...Is that a crime?”  You sarcastically laughed, not believing he actually answered you this. 

“Fuck off, Getou. I’m tired of this shit.” and you move his blocking elbow, heading to the entrance door. Fuck it, fuck him. It will never change, he just wants to fucking use you.

“Wait, it was a joke.” he says your name a couple times but you enter the house anyway, leaving the door open, as you knew he’d come after. “Wait, I didn’t know it was you when we first met!” Suguru tries an ultimatum to get your attention, which he succeeds. You turn around and stop to listen to him finally speak his truth, after a year: “Satoru showed us a picture of his wedding where you appeared. I asked him who you were, as I didn’t attend it. He said your name, and that you were his new stepdaughter. Then, I forgot about it.” you kept on quiet, not knowing if you should believe him or not.

“I didn’t approach you that night at the bar knowing who you were. I was actually observing you for a while before, I’m not the kind of guy to do that. I don’t usually approach women, just stay there waiting for some to come to me, but that night, I felt that I had to try it on you. I don’t know why. I did think your face looked familiar, but it had been such a long time, I didn’t remember the picture anymore. Just when you said your name it came to my mind: it was the same name Satoru told me. And, then, it was too late already. I tried to keep my distance after that, but it was so hard. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I told Nanako to throw a party knowing that she would meet you days after and invite you; I stayed home hoping to find you there, even knowing how risky it was for the girls to find out. I don’t know what you did to me or why I felt that way.” Suguru looked so nervous while speaking, like he had never shared his feelings like this ever in his life; his guard was so down, he seemed so vulnerable, as you’d never think would see him. You didn’t know what to say nor feel anymore. “Please, believe me. I can’t keep on with you hating me anymore.” 

“So you confess you knew I’d be your daughters friend and threw a party just to get me? So you were, indeed, using me?” you spoke after a moment of pure silence in between. Suguru couldn’t believe his ears. 

“Fuck! I just confessed to you, girl! You only listen to what you want, don’t you?” He seemed desperate now; you laughed at him, having fun on his frustration. You were actually happy to finally hear him confessing, but wanted to throw a tantrum anyway. Just because.

“Stop screaming. I don’t feel like forgiving you yet. You still used me, Suguru. Goodnight.” and you turn your back to him, heading to your room, laughing lowly by yourself. You hear him saying a ‘come back here’ and his steps coming after you. You try to run from him but the next thing you see is his back upside down, as he puts you up his shoulders. You wanted to scream but knew it’d wake the house, so you stap his back as hard as you could —not making a single scratch, though. Getou throws you on the couch he’s been sleeping for the last few weeks, and it smelled exactly like him. 

When you open your eyes, Suguru is on top of you, his long silky hair strands falling into your face, giving you tickles. You only noticed he was holding your wrists once you tried getting up. His face slightly changes and gets closer until you feel his lips on your neck. “What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” He repeats your question. “I want you to forgive me, then do it” his voice was lower than usual. All Getou did was smell your beachy skin and only that shivers you from head to toe.

“You think I’m going to forgive you like this?” you try to look indifferent but are actually shaking inside. And you hate that you’re feeling it. You hate how easy he can get you again. 

“Yes. Is it working?” Suguru looks up at your face and you look away fastly. He smiles against your skin. He knows it is. 

“N-no” Fuck. Your voice betrays you once again. You gulp n shame and clear your throat before speaking: “It is not. Let go of me, please.”

“Do you truly want me to get off? Then say it.” You don’t answer and turn your head, trying to avoid his stare. He laughs at your face. “You can’t, right?”

“Fuck you.” Now you do answer and look back at him, who, as you knew, was already looking at you with a mother-fucking-son-of-a-bitch-he-is-an-asshole smile on his face. “Fuck me, love? That’s what you want?” your face turns hot. erupting hot. 

“I hate you.” you firmly say, but the heat on your face starts running down your body. He comes closer to your face, so close you felt his breath, his ebony gaze not blurring once. He lets go of your wrists and holds his weight on one arm supported beside your head. “Say it again”

“I hate you, Suguru. I fucking hate you for everything you’ve done.” 

He touches his lips on yours, not moving a single bit. Your whole body shivers feeling his free hand opening your thighs for him to fit in between. Your breath fails for every move of his and you stay there, static. He retreats his face a bit and stops for a moment, just staring at you. Then he clicks his tongue and starts getting up “Well, that’s it, then. If you don’t want me anymore, there’s nothing I can do about it.” you have a small panic, your body responds before you could even think and pull him over you again, desperately smashing your lips straight to his mouth. You could feel him smile, as if his plan had succeeded. 

You hated to admit, but it felt just like the first time. You felt your heart exploding, your whole body tingling, you didn’t want to let him go ever again. You unconsciously moan on his lips and he moves away to mock you. “Fuck you” you say, as he responds “I’m going to”. 

His left hand squeezed your ass the same time he started putting your shorts down, in pure desire. If you asked Suguru what day was, he wouldn’t know what to respond, the only thing passing through his head was you. you. you all along. “I missed you, love” he whispers in your mouth like a secret you’d swallow. “I missed you so much. I’m so sorry”, he kept on confessing between kisses, not giving you any opening to answer back. But, of course, you missed him too. Missed passing your fingers through his silky raven hair, smelling his delicious cologne, kissing his pretty lips. And, the most, missed his rough touch on your body. He made you feel like no other boy your age could ever do. 

“I wan’ you so much, Sugu, please.” you were practically begging him to do something more than kissing your lips feverishly, and you knew he was doing it purposely. He wanted to provoke you for being a brat. “But I thought you hated me, baby, what ur’ so eager for?” you whine loudly and he rubs his hard bulge on his sweatpants in your covered pussy just to stir you up.

When you were about to kiss him again, the two of you hear the creaking stairs and froze, looking at each other widened eyes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! 

“Dad?” you could hear Mimiko's voice as she looked for the light switch at the end of the ladder. Suguru fastly gets up and you look for your shorts to put on. He throws his blanket over his pants and you get up from the couch, pretending to be speaking something with him. All of this happened so fast but you felt like minutes had passed when the girl finally turned the light on. You squeezed your eyes to the sudden change. “Oh, you’re here. I was going to ask dad to get you on the beach. You forgot the movie night? Gosh, it’s freezing here.” she says while hugging her arms. Movie night. Of course. 

“N-no, I was just heading up. Getou and I were talking about, huh…” 

“—She was telling me the time to feed Princess, that’s it.” Thank god Suguru took the hint. You nodded and smiled at her, who didn’t really care.

“Uh, are you guys finished, then? Let’s get going, Nanako was almost asleep when I came down” Mimiko turns around and goes upstairs again.  You look at Suguru and he smiles at you, as giving you the permission to go without feeling bad about it. 

“Sorry…” you say and walk to where he is sitting to give him a kiss goodnight before heading to your room. 

Fuck. 

[unreadpoppy]

i've seen too many people talking about the bg3 fandom dying within the a year and i do have to ask...have y'all never been in another fandom before???

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando Chair Lore: 2013 edition(no lore, just pics haha):

[synthshenanigans]

the Identity lacking knowledge of its identity

[fun alt repeating thing above & neat alt versions below]

[littlelightfish]

I will scream at every non-romantic post I see about these guys. Writers be not afraid. I will love their non-romance fics. I'll blow up your coment section all alone if I have to. I will find you. Artists be not afraid. I will reach tag limit on your artpiece. If I see it at least. And if I don't, I will eventually. Or I'll try. Or @me so I won't fail you.

[noctilu-uca]

i doodle a lot in spanish class so here are my guys

[nyxi-pixie]

'skk dont like each other they literally always say they wanna kill each other'

as if they dont mean it in the most weirdass possessive 'no one else gets to kill you' way. as if dazai no.1 romanticiser of death osamu isnt being completely insane about it (bc what do you MEAN you've thought about killing him EVERY DAY for SEVEN YEARS)

(theyre also Lying bc theyd never actually kill each other otherwise theyd have done it already. its just a fun little exchange they have to be like 'wow ur so awful and detestable i wanna give u a lil kiss on the forehead (with a bullet<3)')

[killer-blowmybrain]

Have you ever thought that nightmare could believe that in other timelines or multiverses he could be the "loved kid" but just US know that this isn't true?

in ALL the aus that i've ever seen, he's always the same goop monster, and dream the same little positive skeleton..NOTHING GOT DIFFERENT. NOTHING.

guys he fucking suffered IN ALL THE POSSIBLE AUS THAT EXISTS

G U Y S.

[offorestsongs]

[SSR] Rosienne Minuit - The Rose Festival

after many tears, the main star is here!! 🌟 or, Rosienne's card for my fan event (which is also, technically, his hometown event)

surprisingly, he's not in a dress this time, but i saw the coat on Pinterest and couldn't resist myself. the yellow is, of course, a reference to Belle because one he deserves to be the main character for once and second because i wanted to drive home that he's got some inspiration from her too

[ voicelines under the cut // mention of @cheerleaderman's Astrid ]

Summon Line: Ah, you should be careful around here. Wouldn’t want to get your fingers pricked by the roses, would you? When Summoned: You better not slack off, Prefect. We have to get everything ready on time. Don’t look at me like that. I’m the boss here, I can lay down. Groooovy!!: [locked] Home: How was it like growing up in a castle like this? Well, cold, mostly. Home Idle 1: I’ve been helping my dad run this place ever since I was a little kid. You can probably find lots of embarrassing photos of baby me in period clothes. Home Idle 2: Back in middle school, I never really invited any of my classmates to the festival. It’s kind of nice to do so now, you know? Home Idle 3: Somebody falling for you even despite your monstrous appearance, such a beautiful tale! That doesn’t happen in real life, of course, but it’s fun to indulge from time to time. Home Idle - Login: Yes, yes, I know, it’s weird seeing me in such bright colors. You don’t have to say it. Home Idle - Groovy: [locked] Home Tap 1: That dress looks spectacular on Astrid. Who knew he could look anything other than a sad medieval orphan? Home Tap 2: I invited Silver mostly because I’ve expected him to look real prince-like in here. And he does! His face is great at driving more guests in. Home Tap 3: My dad’s been so excited to meet my friends… and I’ve been stressed somebody will embarrass me before him. Home Tap 4: Despite her name, it is said that the Beautiful Princess valued inner beauty more than the person’s looks. I’m sure a certain someone could learn from her. Okay, okay, that was a joke! You don’t have to go repeating it to him! Home Tap 5: Riddle’s took to teach people historical tableside manners. Usually, only our staff knows so much about this sort of stuff. I’m kind of impressed. Home Tap - Groovy: [locked]

Duo Magic

ROSIENNE: You better not fall behind, pretty boy. VIL: Oh, I'd rather worry if you can keep up.

[ode2rin]

hi... (runs away)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

sorry im coping with aus again oopsie daisy. anyway here's my take on a fantasy au

it all started with me rewatching the D&D movie and thinking "hm. what (broad) classes would the neighbors have?"

and after much thinking i came to the conclusion: Barnaby = Bard / Eddie = Paladin / Sally = Sorcerer / Julie = fighter / Frank = monk / Howdy = Artificer / Poppy = Healer / Wally = 'Wizard'

those seem fitting! BUT i don't like restrictions or rules so in this very light worldbuilding for a casual (strongly glaring at myself here) CASUAL au, it's only dnd-esque. not actually dnd yk yk

in my head, they're not technically puppets for this au. they're flesh and blood, they've got bones, etc. they're actual Creatures, though they still look like Them! Julie's still pink w/ candy-corn-horns! Frank is still a gray tube! Barnaby is a big blue dog! they're just... not puppets. it's the same for the other beings in this fantasy world - they all keep the style, but they're all flesh n' blood if that makes sense. a cartoony fantasy world

so they have their little found family adventuring group titled, of course, The Neighborhood. because when they were first forming, Wally went "oh! are we a neighborhood? i've always wanted neighbors!" and it Stuck. so they all lovingly refer to each other as neighbors, even though the closest they get to being actual neighbors is pitching their tents next to each other & staying at an Inn in neighboring rooms

like your classic group of adventurers, they're almost constantly on the move. the longest they stay in one place is a couple of months - the rest of the time they're wandering! they take quests, get roped into general Shenanigans, etc. they adventure! and get into a lot of battles of varying severity

so Barnaby is still kiiiiind of a bard? best i can describe him is jack-of-all-trades moral support! he provides battle music, keeps the mood light, and stands off to the side to offer quips and tips. he prefers not to fight, and only Gets Involved when the others need Backup. even then, he usually takes the role of defending his neighbors. he has a good eye for whether or not physical support is needed - he never needs to be asked when there's a legitimate need for him! unless he's thoroughly distracted from the goings-on. he does have magic, but it's more for show / defense-based

Eddie's still pretty classically a paladin. healing powers, armor, there to be on the front lines and Protect! the group's sword and shield! he technically serves a god but he forgot who <3 he just makes the occasional general offering and mumbles some vague prayer. he's super friendly! super helpful! super willing to dive into the line of fire! Will disregard his own safety without a second thought! his magic is pretty much restricted to healing, and it's weak healing at that (maybe because he can't properly serve his god...), so it's mostly good for quick mid-battle heals and little wounds. temporary fixes!

Sally has innate fire/light magic, and she's very showy with it! she puts Flair and Pizazz into all of her casts and is very dramatic on the battlefield - she manages to turn her fights into a performance. She tag-teams keeping the Neighborhood entertained with Barnaby. he handles the humor/lightheartedness, she handles the escapism/encouragement. she writes scripts & stories in her off-time, and often reads them (or spins a new one) after dinner. when they have weeks / month breaks in one spot, sometimes she'll recruit local thespians to create a play

Frank is all about that hand-to-hand combat babey! he wants to feel bones break under his fists! he wants those split knuckles! he very often starts fights, and even more often finishes them - what he lacks in raw power he makes up for in vicious tenacity. he just Keeps On Going! he seconds as the group's Knowledge Guy. while his hobby is studying insects, he also catalogues/studies monsters and enemies and terrain so that the Neighborhood can always be prepared. the only time he stays out of fights is when he's researching or note-taking. he tries to micromanage the battle from afar anyway

Julie is like... put a druid, a fighter, and a barbarian in a blender. she's got a big sword! she's got seemingly endless energy in battle! she can talk to plants, especially flowers! her flora magic is very minor, so it's not like she's making giant roots burst out of the ground and strangle people. but plants can give her information, and if she asks nicely and they feel like it, sometimes they'll help her out. in battle she's a force to be reckoned with! nothing will stop her and her sword! she's usually the second (closely following Frank, with Eddie hot on her heels) Neighbor charging into battle - but she's the one with the stellar war cry! & where Sally and Barnaby tend to the Neighborhood's emotional wellbeing & entertainment, Julie keeps things fresh with Physical Activities during their downtime!

Poppy is a powerful healer! she draws on an individual's energy (often taps into her own as well) to convert it into healing power. it's draining but it's damn good healing! she also takes the role of the Neighborhood's cook (the others still like to help, especially Frank who is essentially her sous-chef) and makes sure they're all healthy. she hangs back during battles, waiting to (and hoping that she doesn't have to) heal a wounded Neighbor. if one of them is badly hit, she forces herself to run into battle and drag them to safety before working on their injury. she has a tiny bit of illusion magic, which she'll cast from afar to assist her Neighbors. she tries not to use it outside of emergencies - it takes a lot of energy, which she tries to conserve just in case.

Howdy has Zero Magic! none! four hands and none of them are magical! however, he's a damn good inventor & a whiz at potion making. he can Use magical items like there's no tomorrow - he just can't wield it himself. he supplies the group with potions, helpful items, all sorts of goodies - given that they can trade for it with anything he'd accept in-canon. the only exception is when they're mid-battle - he hands stuff out when needed without haggle. he supplies the group with their cash when they're not getting it from looting/quests - he has a magic backpack that can unfold into a fully-stocked merchant stall! he sells at towns, on the road, anywhere he can! In battle he hangs back with Poppy and, yes, supplies items, but he also uses ranged attacks - magical weapons that cast for him, magic 'bombs', that sort of thing! but there's a little secret - he's the Neighborhood's secret weapon. he invented fantasy guns! four magic revolvers that, when the 'second safety' is turned off, multiply into a giant clusterfuck of guns (with ammo ranging from magic 'bullets' to essentially rocket launchers). unfortunately he can only use this setting once & for a limited time before the guns overload & have to be manually repaired. so he either uses them off of the first safety (i.e, they're 'normal'), or not at all. you know shit is Really hitting the fan when he joins a fight

and Wally! Wally Wally Wally... you may have noticed that i put his class 'wizard' in quotes. that's because he says he's a wizard, but he's not! he just says he's one due to the automatic stigma and fear of what he really is - a Warlock! his patron is Home, an eldritch horror that many would classify as a demon. they have a very special, codependent pact that neither of them can live without - Wally wears their 'seal' as a house-shaped pendant on a choker (necklace) hidden under his clothes. Home is extraordinarily powerful, but Wally barely taps into that power. he has a grimoire that Home inscribed with a bunch of sigils that convert into spells when drawn & then cast in the air. the only other powers he uses are seeing-in-the-dark, seeing-magic, and opening teleportation doors! Wally can't sleep, but he can doze - though he's never fully unaware of his surroundings (its kind of like how dolphins only sleep with one half of their brain). he still eats with his eyes, which both feeds him & acts as a form of providing daily energy to Home, since Home can't exactly consume souls every day. If Wally uses too much magic, he has to rest inside of Home's house-form, which is the only time he actually fully sleeps. no one knows about Home, or that Wally is lying about his wizard status.

Home is a lovecraftian being with three forms. the first is the lowest power level - a cute one-room house with Eyes! i.e: Home Classic! Wally's pendant unfolds into it, and it's the main way Wally and Home physically interact & communicate. the second is possession - if Wally explicitly allows it, Home can completely take over his body and kind of 'tuck him away' to have a nice deep nap while Home takes the reins (Home can technically force this, but it's very difficult and would not go over well w/ Wally - it would also be an unstable possession). the third is Home's true form - a massive shadowy eldritch monster made of writhing darkness and nightmares that no one in their right mind would look at, let alone fight. Home has very complicated feelings about Wally & the Neighborhood. they are also, quite literally, Wally's heart - which is part of their pact.

i have some scene ideas & little Plot Concepts (most notably the times the Neighborhood learns two Very Big Secrets about Wally, one of which being the warlock/Home reveal).

but yeah that's moooostly it. basic stuff yk, not very in depth! just fun things to feed my maladaptive daydreaming & escapism