#he got in trouble constantly for beating up other students

[ariquar]

young, impressionable recruit

[hhoneylemon]

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚒𝚖

mark grayson x reader

genre: fluff, comfort

scared confessions, longing looks, gum that lost taste

mark is far gone. you’re everything he wants and you’re right there. he looks at you from across the room as though you’re the other half of his being. he’ll chew on gum until it’s lost its taste and then even after that. he doesn’t even realize he’s staring until your gaze meets his. standing awkwardly in front of you in the hallway and giving you a shy compliment, he delivers a confession and asks you out. he feels the weight release from his shoulders when you say yes.

study dates, vanilla lip balm, sharing straws

mark’s busy often, but he does his best to make time to have study dates with you. he isn’t the best student, but he does his best to help you. he carries vanilla lip balm everywhere he goes but forgets to apply it most of the time. when he does, he puts on too much and subconsciously rubs his lips together. he’ll share a straw with you at a restaurant, exclaiming that it saves sea creatures and is beneficial to the environment. you smile at the dorkiness.

beat up shoes, midday naps, apology kisses

mark has a few pairs of shoes he rotates through in a week. his favorite pair is beat up and he can’t bother to buy a new pair of that model. sentimental value. he often takes midday naps to make up for the sleep he misses while he trains or flies off to save the world during the night. it may take an hour for him to respond to texts, but he always does. he gives apology kisses like they’re his lifeline. when he’s late to a date or hangout, when he misses something completely, when he upset you by being blunt or because he was upset and said something mean. they’re normally to the cheek or forehead, but he’ll press them to your lips if he feels like he’s in extra trouble.

dancing without music, breathless laughter, chewed nails

mark’s a terrible dancer and he loves music. he saw a video on instagram and decided he just had to recreate it with you, saying it was cute. with no music playing, he dances with you in his family’s kitchen while his parents were on a date in some other country. every time he accidentally steps on your foot or you bump into the counter, he laughs and bumps your foreheads together by accident. after he accidentally tripped the both of you up, he laughed until his voice grew hoarse and he couldn’t breathe. you noticed as he brushes a hand over your cheek that his nails were short and stubby. with how stressed he looks sometimes, you can easily assume he bites on them.

burnt brownies, bloody knees, pleading looks

mark is a sweet boy. he can’t stand that he doesn’t have any kitchen skills, so he uses his mothers cookbook to bake something for you. he ruins it by setting the wrong time on the timer and the brownies came out crunchy and hard. he got frustrated and wouldn’t look you in the eye for a day. he’s a clumsy individual, tripping over his own feet, having balancing issues, occasionally crash landing while flying. before his invulnerability kicked in, he constantly had bloody knees. now they’re dusted with scars. he gives pleading looks towards you after little disagreements. he looks like a kicked puppy. he just wants to make up with you, he can’t stand the two of you being upset with each other.

tracing scars, late night conversations, blowing out candles

mark’s been hit many times, and he has scars to prove it. sometimes the wounds heal without scars, sometimes they do. if he feels down, he’ll fly to your house and settle into bed with you. you cuddle up to his side and lie your head on his chest as he begins talking to you about anything and everything. you take his arm and trace along the scars, replying when needed and listening when needed. his mother enjoys lighting scented candles around the house to give a more homey feeling. every night, she leaves them lit so that mark can blow them out before he goes to bed. he enjoys seeing the flame die out and the smoke left in the aftermath.

binging shows, polaroids, caramel m&m’s

mark enjoys watching tv, and he loves when you start watching shows that he does. if something falls under an interest of the both of you, he texts you about it and plans a date for the two of you to binge it. his walls are decorated with posters of comics and superheroes and photos of he and his friends. the section above his headboard is dedicated to polaroids of you and him. his favorite is the one of you kissing his cheek while his face is flushed red. a little embarrassing, but he thinks it’s cute. one of his favorite candies is caramel m&m’s and he always has a bag somewhere in his room. his kisses taste like chocolate and caramel more often than not.

nighttime popsicles, counting stars, whispered promises

mark loves hanging out with you at night. he’ll fly over with a box of popsicles and you’ll sit on your bedroom floor eating them while giggling quietly between each other. the rest of the box gets stored in your freezer. he’ll wrap an arm around your waist and pull you to the window, leaning his head against yours so that you two can count stars together. he’ll pretend to know constellations and point randomly to seem cool, but then sighs and admits he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. in the darkness of your room, he’ll lie on the floor with you and hold you against his side. his whispers can barely be heard as he promises to keep you safe and keep you happy.

tight hugs, warm hands, chapped lips

mark has few things in his life that bring him much joy these days. he’ll return from a fight that left him upset or tired and give you a tight hug, holding you agsinst him until you ask him to let you go. his hands are always warm, which is such a pleasant feeling when he cups your face or holds your hips. he presses kisses to your forehead and cheek, sighing in bliss as he can unwind with you and relax in your bed or on your floor. you tease him about how he needs lip balm and he groans, complaining about how he’s enough as a person as is.

declaring love loudly to the sky, linked pinkies, warm blankets

mark feels so giddy with you. after a date gone well, he’ll soar into the sky and laugh like it’s the only thing he knows to do. he yells where nobody can hear him, declaring his love for you and how he’ll keep you safe, happy, and loved. when you walk together or sit together at a table, his hand finds yours to link pinkies. he tells you he loves you for the first time when your pinkies are locked, letting you know it was a promise. his blankets are often cold, as he’s never really in bed. he’s always outside of the house for some reason or another, so he likes cuddling with you in his bed to warm them up. he’s happy to be your blanket as well, half lying on top of you when he’s particularly clingy.

double knotted laces, long apologies, crying in the shower

mark is experienced with danger. he keeps his laces double knotted so that he doesn’t trip and embarrass himself. this is a habit from when he was younger and would return home with bloody palms. he’s a courageous person and won’t back down from a challenge, but he’s terrified that his connections to you will get you hurt. he gives you long apologies when his hero life begins invading your time together. he couldn’t stand losing you, so his apologies are always well thought out and with good meaning behind them. when you get into arguments about his hero life or when something threatening happened to you, he finally breaks down. he’ll take a shower to wash all the sweat and blood away, but also to be alone when he cries. he doesn’t want to hurt you. he’s also willing to cry while hugging you or cuddling with you. he trusts you and would let you see him at his worst to know so. you soothe him and it’s as though you know all the secrets to making him feel better.

masterlist

[crazyyluvr]

Dealing With the Problem = Breaking the Problem’s Nose

pairing: remus lupin x slytherin!reader

summary: You punched another student because he was annoying. Not because you were defending Remus Lupin. Totally not.

genre: crushing, fluff?, kind of enemies to lovers but not really (reader hates Remus but Remus likes reader), sunshine x grumpy trope?

wc: 2.1k

content: reader can throw a punch, gn!reader, there’s a fight, a lot of cursing, remus gets insulted, remus is a simp fr, reader is very... salty? idk how to describe them.

note: woah, two posts in one day? so rare. I wrote this without any particular idea in mind, but I want to show my appreciation for Remus, because we love Remus <3

oneshot under the cut :: not proofread

Remus Lupin was interesting.

He was not like his other friends; he was quiet, more reserved than them. The Marauders were the heartthrobs of Hogwarts, and Remus Lupin had his own group of “fans” that found his certain allure appealing.

You hated him.

The times when you would had the unfortunate requirement to talk to him, he was infuriating. He would send that damned smirk of his your way even when you were obviously about to blow a fuse. He would use those annoyingly smooth pickup lines on you when you were literally insulting him. He compliments you and uses pet names on you that makes other people do a double take on you from how he treated you like you two were dating.

He may have been the quieter one among his friends (besides Peter of course), but he could act as embarrassingly as Potter and Black do.

You were going to kill him someday. If he doesn’t kill you first with his smooth words and soft gaze.

As much as you hate him, your body betrays you. All the time.

Your cheeks flush when he compliments you. Your knees go weak when he calls you dove. Your brain lags when he uses one of his pickup lines that you never seem to predict.

The reactions were out of your control. I mean, if anyone else treated you the way Lupin treated you, you’d probably act the same.

Right?

Wrong, because you hate everyone besides your friends in Slytherin, no matter how kind they act towards you. Lupin just happened to take a page out of your house’s mascot and slither through your walls to become an exception.

Wrong, because you never would have punched someone purely out of instinct after a particularly horrible insult.

You were disappointed in yourself. You were doing well in restraining your anger during the past few years in Hogwarts, so why did you have to snap now out of all times?

No matter how annoyed you were at yourself, it couldn’t overpower the satisfaction you got from finally shutting Avery up.

So, how did it happen?

Let’s rewind.

—————

You were taking a stroll in the grass with Barty, who was always willing to accompany you on your spontaneous walks. The two of you were just talking about people you particularly hated in Hogwarts until you came across the two that placed particularly high on both your lists: Avery and Snape.

Being in the same house as the two vermin didn’t make you or Barty dislike them any less, especially you. You were one of the precious few halfbloods in Slytherin, and they never failed to insult you about it.

You didn’t care about blood statuses, though. But that didn’t matter do them.

They targeted you constantly, picking on you, tripping you in the hallway, spilling drinks on your back, and other petty things.

You always bit back with your words. You knew that if you tried to deal with it physically, you might be expelled from the school for violence.

Thank goodness Pandora, Barty, and Regulus ere always there to restrain you. Especially Barty. He was your closest friend, and although he wanted to beat them up himself, he didn’t want you getting in trouble.

Today seemed to be an exception.

“Oh, speaking of,” you cut Barty off, your gaze souring as you caught sight of the two you were just ranting about.

Barty followed your gaze, his lip curling in disgust. They were crowded over someone, but the tree beside them obscured your view of the victim. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, laughing wickedly and pushing the person.

“Are we going?” Barty knew you well. He knew you were going to do something about it. He just hoped that you were going to use your words instead of your fists, because he hasn't finished his strategy on how to hide bodies in school just yet.

“Unfortunately,” you sighed, picking up your pace, Barty a few feet behind you to give you space. You may hate everyone in school, but not enough to leave them in the clutches of people like Snape and Avery.

“What kind of fucked up entertainment did you two idiots decide to do today?” You called, making the two turn your way.

“Ah, just the person we were talking about,” Avery sneered. “What do you want now? You here to check up on your boyfriend?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. You stepped to the side a little and groaned internally when you saw who Snape and Avery’s target was today: Remus Lupin.

His face was contorted in anger, his clenched fists peeking out from his slightly oversized sweater. Whatever Snape and Avery were teasing him about must have really struck a nerve in him.

“Leave them out of this,” he warned.

“What’re you going to do about it, huh?” Snape taunted him, approaching you. “C’mon loverboy. Not so strong now that your bodyguards aren’t here, ain’t that right?”

“Why don’t you boys take a break from being dickheads, yeah?” You said, testing out the chance of a diplomatic ending. “Go find some other place to dump your bullshit on, preferably the greenhouses. They could use the fertilizer.”

Avery made a beeline towards you, partially shoving Snape out of his way to grab your collar and pull you toward him. He was practically steaming.

Diplomacy was out the window, I suppose.

Barty a step towards you, as did Remus, but Snape stopped the lanky boy and you put your hand up to make Barty pause. You could handle yourself.

“You wanna say that again, bitch?” Avery seethed.

You had to restrain yourself from puking in his face after you felt drops of his saliva hit your cheeks, but you stood your ground. “I said you’re full of shit. Did some of it get in your ears or something?”

Avery looked like he wanted to hit you, but instead he leaned in your ear. You cringed at the lack of distance, but it quickly morphed into something else as he whispered, “You wouldn’t be barking as much if you let your ugly ass boytoy do the talking for you. He’s the one better with words, eh? Bet he uses them so you would want to fuck him. Tell me, is his dick as deformed as his face is?”

Avery never got his response as you reeled your fist back and let it fly, making direct contact with his nose with a satisfying crack.

—————

“I don’t believe it,” Madame Pomfrey tsked in disappointment, dabbing a paste on the bruise around your eye. You had to suppress a wince, since the rest of your body was too sore. “You should know better than to start a brawl in the courtyard.”

“They had it coming,” you muttered, making the nurse dab with a little more force than necessary. “Ouch.”

"You could have sustained worse injuries than this, stupid child!" She scolded, like a mother reprimanding a disobedient child. And like a disappointed child, you stayed silent and hung your head in slight guilt.

Only slight guilt because you still firmly believed that the two idiots had it coming to them.

You heard a moan of pain, and you could have sworn that you saw Madame Pomfrey roll her eyes. "You don't have that much severe injuries, so I'll check up on you in a while after I treat Mr. Snape and Mr. Avery."

You nodded. Before leaving, the nurse turned to Remus Lupin, who was icing a bruise on his cheek on the cot beside yours. "Watch over them, and after a few minutes, apply ice to their bruises," she instructed, and the Gryffindor nodded.

"Treasure, how're you doing?" Barty called from his cot across from you. He had sprained his ankle from kicking Snape hard in the nuts, and although he winced in pain occasionally when he moved, his grin told you that he didn't regret what he did.

"I'm okay B," you replied, grimacing slightly as one of the pulled muscles on your back acted up.

Remus noticed your flinch, and approached you worriedly. He was better off than you and Barty, the bruise on his face the only thing that he obtained from the fight. "Are you sure?" He asked, concerned. You didn't like how soft his eyes were as he gazed at you, or how your chest squeezed slightly at his worry.

"I'm fine, Lupin," you quipped, although your voice lacked its usual venom.

Remus hummed, unconvinced. He turned to the bedside and grabbed the ice that Madame Pomfrey left for you and held it out for you to grab.

You scoffed. "I said I'm fine. No need to baby me."

Remus rolled his eyes slightly. "And I don't believe you. Besides, the nurse said to ice your bruise after a few minutes. A few minutes has already passed, and frankly, she can do more damage to me than you can in this state."

You grumbled, turning your head. Your pride made you stubborn, as it did to many, but thank goodness Remus Lupin has had training in dealing with prideful companions.

He closed in on you, holding your face by the chin and tilting it towards him. You tried to fight back, but his grip was firm, so you simply sighed and resigned your fate. You could only hope that the observant boy didn't notice the warmth on your cheeks.

He gently placed the ice on your eye.

"Sorry," He murmured when you hissed at the sudden cold.

You purposefully averted your gaze from him, eyes fixated on the wheels of another cot.

That didn't stop you from spotting Remus's fixated stare on you from your periphery.

"Stop looking at me like that, Lupin," You spat, still refusing to make direct eye contact with him. "What do you want?"

"Why did you punch Avery?" He asked, finally making your eyes snap up to him. "He said something that provoked you. What did he say?"

You scoffed. "The usual bullshit that comes out of his mouth."

"I heard that."

"Fuck off," you called to the curtained cot where Avery currently resided. Madame Pomfrey hushed you disapprovingly form behind the curtains.

"I don't think that's true," Remus said, eyes narrowed as he studied you like a problem he couldn't solve, an enigma he wanted to understand.

You looked at him in silence for a moment, before heaving a sigh and looking away again. "He insulted you," you mumbled, words faint and hard to decipher, but Remus got the general meaning.

Well, judging from his grin, he got the general meaning.

"What did you say?" He asked. You looked at him, offended. Remus Lupin was teasing you.

"Clean your ears next time, Lupin," you shot a glare at him, but it didn't have as much heat behind it as you would have wanted.

"Nope, don't try to escape from this," he chuckled, using his hand on your chin to make your visible eye make contact with his brown ones again. "What did you say, dove?"

You groaned. You absolutely loved hated the effect this boy had on you.

"He insulted you, Lupin," You snapped, cheeks blazing at this point. "Happy?"

Remus's playful expression melted into one of disbelief. "You punched him because... he insulted me?"

"Salazar, you really are deaf," you rolled your eyes. "That's what I said, isn't it?"

Remus seemed to still not be able to wrap his head around the idea. You, the person he's been pining over the past few months, defended him. And got hurt because of it.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice sincere.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you apologizing for? I started that fight with my own free will, and they deserved every cut and bruise they received."

"Amen," Barty replied. He was obviously eavesdropping on your conversation, and you couldn't say that you were surprised.

"But still." His lips tilted downwards along with his gaze. Salazar give me strength, he's pouting. "You were dragged into it when they were picking on me. I could have —"

"Yes, there are many things that you could have done, but you can't reverse time to do them now, Lupin," You said severely. "I don't need you apologizing for things I don't regret doing."

Remus looked up at you hopefully. "You don't regret defending me?"

You blinked, realizing the implications your words gave off. You played it off with a huff. "Whatever."

"You didn't deny it," Remus teased, a small smile on his face. He still felt guilty that you were hurt because you were defending him, but you didn't regret it. That had to count for something.

"Whatever, Lupin."

"Call me Remus."

"No."

"Please."

"Absolutely not."

"Dove?"

"... Fine, Remus."

"Heh, I knew you liked me."

"What — I never said I did!"

"But you never said you didn't."

"I —"

A retching noise was heard. "Ugh, your lovey-doveyness is making me sick."

"Shut up, Barty!"

[littlegeecko]

What is you head cannon relationship between Shedleysky and 1x1 can you spill the tea these dying times!

Ty for asking, i love talking bout my aus!!!

Short answer: Shedletsky/Telamon and 1x1 exclusively have a mentor/student relationship with an insane power imbalance (/neg) but they are also, very aware, of the fact that they're cut from the same fabric, hence why they used to look like literal twins in the very beginning. 1x is Telamon, Telamon is Shedletsky, and Shedletsky is 1x.

Now, if you want a more indepth reading on how i visualize their relationship, here's the long answer:

(cw: self harm)

During the time i've spent looking at fanart of these guys i see a lot of people picturing them as either father/child or even brothers, and while i find the familiar connection adorable i simply couldn't do the same with (my) Telamon and Shedletsky.

(My) Telamon is a narcissistic, highly sadistic non-robloxian semi-god that lives on The Heights, often known for being both the strongest fighter in all around Roblox and the most feared by those that only read about him or visited The Heights to try luck and catch a glimpse of him, but often eye contact meant trouble with this guy. People would leave gold , studs and gem offerings for him in hopes he won't come down one day and randomly kill a bunch of people. (as he HAS in generations past)

However, after some especific events that pushed him into believing he was becoming "too soft" for his position as the God of Chaos, he decided to create a clone of himself; one that would be made from his deepest hatred towards the simpleton Robloxians and clear enjoyment in Hurting People For Fun, but this being wasn't one for Fun, it was simply wired into it's system. He called it 1x1x1x1.

In my AU, Telamon and 1x1 have a very complicated relationship if you try to read them as "family", but if you read them as the same guy to an extent, things start to make way more sense. Telamon is constantly (literally) beating into 1x1 this idea of destroying things, hurting others and generally not having those "soft" emotions he himself is starting to feel. "You don't this/that" "you don't need to interact with others, much less robloxians" "If someone comes your way for a fight, always go for the Kill, just like i taught you" "NEVER let anyone make a fool of you"

"Maybe one day you'll become strong enough to wear the Domino crown...when i'm DEAD by your own hand, that is. Hahaha!"

Granted, Telamon never told 1x they were made to be anything else but that, an extension of himself that represented everything Chaos is meant to represent. 1x1 had no strong opinions about this either, simply following Telamon around and never meaning to rebel against him for "lame little softie feelings" towards anything under the Heights. 1x1 was a sadist themselves.

You could say, Telamon creating, teaching, and torturing 1x1 was some sorta self-harm on himself, for having his reputation crumble by his own shameful desires, for DARING to enjoy things like Food and Music by those inferior beings, for having his heart race and his face heat up at the thought of someone In Specific. He couldn't beat some sense onto himself, his own pride wouldnt allow it, so he made a literal dummy, with his FACE, he could shape and twist into what he thinks he SHOULD be, with no outside influences that could lead it to the same path as him. And it worked, a little too well.

So well, it got him killed.

1x1 didn't kill Telamon, instead he tried to stop 1x1 from getting the Domino crown by dueling him, but this creature was far too gone, using all of Telamon's tricks, and some new, causing Telamon to use all of his own power and eventually exploding, and falling unconscious. 1x1 then escaped, someone else will take care of him later...

After this, Telamon came back around thanks to Dusekkar's care, his right-hand man, and his mind seemed to be broken beyond recognition.

Telamon is not dead, but he now resides deep, DEEP inside Shedletsky's mind; the new being Telamon turned into after using all that power, everything Good about Telamon, everything Human, everything he enjoyed, the child-like curiosity and even selfless feelings he used to hide...Shedletsky is all that, and he remains that, even with that little voice in his head telling him to do Certain Bad Things.

Telamon is gone, physically, but his 2 halves remain wandering the Heights and the Banlands forever destined to fight each other, never to be together again, with hatred in their very bones, and courage in his heart, to protect others.

1x1 despises Shedletsky because everything he was made for was for naught, and Shedletsky simply can't let 1x1 win, not again. With new and old tricks, their swords will do the talking for them. That's the only way they were taught to interact; with violence.

[veiledquill]

my modern fairy tail uni hc bc uni is kicking my ass and i need to romanticize it‼️

-natsu is definitely an implicated student but he is CONSTANTLY late. like he will show up 15 mins late to class because he got distracted on his way by some grandma who needed help to cross the street or by a kid being bullied in the corridors. also lucy facepalms a lot when he pops in the classroom as if nothing happened and he's like hiii 😝😁👋. also he probably studies something education related because he loves kids and he loves helping people out. he's a decent student but isn't the cleverest/most studious out there. he likes taking part of extra curricular activities like sports-based clubs and arcade/fighting games tourneys.

-lucy is very implicated in her studies and will 100% attend all of her classes. she also enjoys going out and other students usually admire her for the balance that she finds between classes and personal life. she def takes creative writing and literature!! also she always shows up in cute outfits to class and always gladly offers her notes to other students. BUT she's shit at organization and will literally lose everything all the time. her locker is a mess of lost notes and old notebooks. AND obviously she loses her locker's key all the time. And everytime she has to convince natsu that no he won't be able to rip it open with his bare hands ??? she's also on the cheerleading team bc levy was too shy to go by herself ! she's quite popular amongst boys AND girls but it seems like she only has eyes for her life-long best friend.

- grey is definitely like. people think he's the fuckboy/bad boy figure but he's just some guy who doesn't enjoy going to class and enjoys a smoke every once in a while ! he actually enjoys going to parties just to stay outside and smoke with random people. he skips like 90% of his classes but always manages to pass them in the end. he's also really into sports and some say that he's even an ice skater in his spare time. he always gets to uni in an old beat up fancy car that had peeling leather seats. people think that he's very judgemental but he's actually very kind and approachable. some say that he has a stalker but he doesn't seem to care. he wears sunglasses most of the time and he has a shitload of ear piercings. he's just cool like that !! he enjoys helping lucy with her sole maths-oriented class because he's pretty good with numbers. he plays on the basketball team with natsu and they take any valid excuse to throw the ball at each other's faces.

- erza is a grade a student and has been top of her class for a couple years. most students don't know how she does it because she doesn't attend many of her classes, and seems to sometimes disappear for days. she is an ex-problematic student from an all-girls school who would get in lots of trouble and often come home with bandages and bruises from fights. she's mostly quiet and keeps to herself besides from team natsu, but she had made a couple of friends from the overall sports community and especially from the boxing club that she attends religiously. most students say she turns into a different person when she's brawling. she's very clever and often dresses intimidating, with big platform shoes or strict leather jackets. she has a strict no drinking, no smoking policy, and often bugs gray about his smoking habits. she's also a member of the drama club and puts a lot of effort into painting the theater decors, even though she SUCKS at painting. she might seem tough and cold at first glance, but she's a very kind soul who will always offer an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on. also she probably studies something super serious, like politics or economics. boys used to take it as a challenge to hit on her but they eventually gave up after a couple of them went home with black eyes. she says she doesn't have time for men in anyways.

- jellal is literally the weird kid. LIKE he's very solitary and enjoys quiet time by himself, although he's pretty decent at socializing and attending his classes. he often declines after-class drinks and enjoy being the head of the arts club, where he spends most of his time painting starry skies and constellations. rumors says he can sometimes be caught examining the stars with a telescope on the roof of the main building at night. people tend to avoid him because he has an odd scar on his face -which most people mistake for a tattoo. he's a pretty implicated astronomy student and aim for a job at NASA as a sky data analyst. he rarely opens up, but when he does, it feels like the weight of the world is coming off his shoulder. he often dresses in all black, large clothing, and some people joke about him being some kind of weird cult member. he doesn't look like he's impacted from what other students think- he thrives from their lack of attention and his tranquility as a lone wolf.

[friendsinsolitude]

hi can you talk abt the hostage negotiating thing in mzri convos again?

Oh my god yeah yeah, Rui sounding like a hostage negotiator when talking to Mizuki… always on my mind.

Rui viewing a single wordless interaction as a missed opportunity to the further the issue (asking her what’s up, receiving an ounce of emotional vulnerability). He makes a mistake, setting off her alarm bells. Like a hunter stepping on a branch, spooking a prey animal, missing his shot. Insane thing for a conversation that happens entirely through facial expressions, incredibly telling that he puts that much thought into Mizuki’s every action and is constantly looking for where it’s safe to step. It’s pretty rare that we get to see into Rui’s head when thinking about Mizuki, but this view, Mizuki’s motivations being a puzzle he needs to solve, when extrapolated to the rest of their interactions makes so much sense and makes me ill trying to examine what Rui’s thinking but not saying.

Plus this one area convo can just straight up beat for beat be read through the lens of crisis negotiation strategies:

Like. Wow. Conflict (Mizuki’s unwilling attendance of supplementary lessons), understanding (you poor thing), negotiation (it’s so sad that your teacher has to give up his weekend, wink wink, nudge nudge), resolution (fineeeeee, she’ll go and do her best). Also, Rui intuits why Mizuki’s headed to school, listens to her complain, and likely thinks her gloominess is out of proportion to what’s surely a common occurrence, so subtly posits there being another reason with “but they’re just quizzes, no? [is that enough to dread this bad?]” to which Mizuki reveals the deeper reason is trivial. So Rui feels comfortable messing with her, guilt tripping her into doing something she was already gonna do, as if he’s an unproblematic student the teachers aren’t constantly troubled by. Suddenly a paragon of authorital respect. His fake sadness is so goddamn hammy, it’s hilarious.

Also also, sidebar, why does he know this? Why does he know this much about Mizuki’s teacher’s life? My proposals: 1; he necessarily keeps up with all the teacher’s lives because he’s in the faculty room being reprimanded so often, he’s privy to the gossip because they complain about having to deal with him when they’ve got other stuff going on. 2; he keeps stock of what’s going on with Mizuki’s teacher specifically to have bargaining chips to guilt trip her with, or some other debatably creepy reason. 3; he’s lying.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Maybe teen reader! Who can get quite violent? Obviously not with just anyone, like if someone tries to fight them, or harasses someone they care about. They don’t just hit them, like full on beat them. (Inspired by the mc by Villian classroom)

I would imagine It’s kinda hard for the ror fam, especially the gods to say anything because they’re way worse compared to reader when it comes to violence

-Being a teenager was rough; dealing with a teenager was rough; but dealing with and being a teenager who was hands on sight with others… yeah that was a whole new can of beans.

-It’s a good thing your family was full of powerful warriors- they could handle you, and it was a good thing, as they would spar with you and let you burn off steam and anger.

-You weren’t necessarily violent with your family, as they respected you, and with their respect, you gave it to them in return, and you had no reason to get violent, except when Loki ate your ice cream you had been saving as your reward for making it through a rough test you had been preparing for.

-At school it was a different scenario, you were constantly getting into fights, dealing with bullies who picked on those who were different, or smaller or weaker than they were- that’s someone you couldn’t stand- seeing people picking on others.

-You didn’t get into trouble often, as the victims would stick up for you, telling teachers how you had protected them from the bullies.

-You sent several to the hospital, but with non-serious injuries, bloody noses and bruises mostly- your aim wasn’t to hurt and maim- your goal was to make them stop.

-A few did stop, becoming scared of you, not wanting to get hurt again, which made them realize what they had been doing to others, and they came to your side of things, as you didn’t fight unless it was to protect one of your friends or someone who couldn’t protect themselves.

-So, today’s phone call was a little surprising when your family was asked to come to school.

-When Leonidas, Adam, Odin, and Brunnhilde arrived, they were surprised to see you sitting by the office, your knuckles were wrapped and you had a bandage on your forehead, like you had been busted open.

-Leonidas ruffled your hair lightly as the principal came out, seeing them arrive and brought them into a meeting room, where nine other students were, all of them looking like they had gotten their asses kicked.

-Their parents were there as well, demanding you be arrested and complaining to your family how violent you were, but there were other students with their parents who were quick to defend you, “Y/N saved us!”

-The principal stuck his pinkies in his mouth, whistling loudly to get everyone quieted down and all attention went to him.

-He pulled out a projector and showed the security footage- the students who got their asses kicked approached the three students who were in the chess club and immediately started attacking them, and from what was gathered, it was because they refused to do their homework for them, which quickly got the parents of the bullies looking furious at their kids.

-Then here you came from down another hall and ran straight into the fray and took them all on, nine on one- punching them to get them to stay down and you headbutted two of them, which explained why your head had been busted open.

-All the parents were in awe, shocked that you handled business by yourself, protecting the three chess club members as the school security arrived as you finished, punching out the last bully.

-Leonidas grinned slightly, holding an unlit cigar in his lips, looking at the parents of the bullies who were all looking rather meek now, seeing the truth that they had the bullies for children while your family had a hero.

-The principal sighed softly, rubbing his eyes, “You three may leave with your families, and you can leave as well Y/N.” once outside, you were caught in a hug by the three students, “Thank you Y/N!” you looked a little embarrassed, but Odin could see that you looked happy.

-The bullies got suspended, something their parents weren’t happy about, especially since they found out their kids were bullies. A few of them had been impressed to see how easily you kicked their asses, while a few were terrified of ever trying to bully again, not wanting to get headbutted again.

-You enjoyed your ice cream Brunnhilde treated you to on the way home, your reward for doing what was right.

[toomanythoughts2]

i wanna hear about kidklok!

Original Post -> x

Basically, for those who don't know, Kidklok is an AU where "Dethklok met as kids and have a kiddie band together. They rule the playground and school with their music, singing, and personalities." This is not the first time we have seen this AU before, but I'm a sucker for de-aged/younger versions/kid-verses. They're really fun!

Anyway, here are a few things that I've come up for this version of Kidklok.

I also want to state, in this AU, the middle school and elementary school are right next to each other, like they share a parking lot close. That's how my school was set up.

I think it would be good to have them age gaps between the kids, which means some of them are in middle school and others are in elementary school.

That being said, it would go like this. Pickles is a 7th grader, so he's that awkward grade in middle school where nothing makes a lot of sense and he's trying really hard to figure out who he is, but he's stuck in the persona he made in elementary school, which was outlandish and bright colors and a class character (He wasn't the class clown, he was just someone that EVERYONE knew). He's trying to branch out and find a new Him. It's his equivalent of Pickles leaving SNB in search of harder music. Pickles is neglected moderately at home. Not in a sense that he's not being fed or that he's being beat, he's just invisible to his parents and often times the scapegoat to Seth's troubles. He's angry and confused and trying to figure out how he's gonna get his next beer without his father noticing. He hangs out with Murderface and tries to steer him away from their bullies at school, but often times finds himself going head to head with Murderface. (Does he see himself in Murderface? Does he view himself in Seth's shoes when he hangs with Murderface? Would he have been a good big brother if given the change? Or is he doomed for always being a failure, belonging in the garbage?)

Magnus is also in 7th grade. Him and Pickles are old playground buddies after Pickles ran away from his brother when he chased him with a snake. Magnus basically picked up the snake from Seth and told him he wasn't afraid of it but he should and chased Seth with it until he left the playground. Pickles and him have been friends ever since. Magnus met a much younger Nathan through Pickles while they were in Elementary School and became friends with him as well. Magnus' homelife is a mystery to his friends and he doesn't speak of his parents at all at home. He even refuses to do family related projects as he does not want to talk about his homelife. Magnus hangs out with Pickles and Murderface while at school, usually keeping to himself. He's academically smart and can filter between different social circles, but likes to stay close to Pickles and Murderface. He is constantly being award for his achievements like perfect attendance or Student of the Month. If there is something to achieve that will gain attention, he wants it. Magnus has a lot of big dreams of doing the impossible, of being noticed and admired. He's also very stubborn and when he wants something done, he wants it done his way or no way. Magnus also has this sort of friendly rivalry with Pickles, always wanting to make sure that he was "on top" of whatever Pickles can do. However, for the most part, Magnus is pretty laid back until it becomes something to grab other people's attention.

Murderface is in 6th grade but he was supposed to be in 7th grade with Pickles but got held back for flunking literally every class. He gets bullied pretty regularly and Pickles was one of the only people to stand up to them for him. I wouldn't say it was because Pickles felt bad per say, but more because he saw himself in Murderface. Pickles is still treated pretty shitty at home and always picked on and picked apart by his brother, so when he saw other kids, usually older kids doing it to Murderface, whether or not Pickles believed he deserve it, he got pissed and fought them off. Murderface's lack luster education career is a combination of his developing mental illness and teachers refusing to help him. Murderface isn't fully the Murderface we know him in canon, he's a little shy and gets upset easily when he's excluded. He's still a kid who wants someone to tell him that he's not "difficult to love and look at." Pickles and him are BFFs but only Murderface knows that. Pickles, him, and Magnus have lunch often and play pranks on the hall monitors together.

Nathan and Skwisgaar are in 5th grade and they share the same classroom. They are constantly together due to their lack of interest in speaking with other people.

Nathan is much larger than a lot of the other kids in his grade, which makes him a target for bullies, either picking on him or trying to recruit him into their group. (I know technically he wasn't when we see him in his flashback but I like to believe in this universe, he's like the large, tall kid.) However, Nathan's lack of interest in anything that isn't music, brutal, or Disney makes a lot of these scenarios fruitless. Also, Canon Nathan was not a bully and beat up a bully for beating up a kid, so this Nathan hates bullies x. He's autistic and selectively mute, which makes it very hard for him to make friends. He doesn't fully get the whole point of school, nothing but music class interest him, but knows he needs to go otherwise his mother may cry. I like to think that Nathan had a year of really difficult days where going to school was a two person job. Daily tantrums, having to be dragged out of the car, kind of thing. It finally stopped when his mom broke down after one of his tantrums because the school had contacted the police and if he missed anymore school, she could be sent to jail for truancy. He didn't miss anymore school after that. Nathan hangs out with Skwisgaar because he is just like him. Similar interests, pretty tall, doesn't talk a lot. Skwisgaar is the only one that Nathan will talk too. They put him with Skwisgaar because Nathan they didn't think Nathan would bother another child who didn't want to talk, but it had the opposite affect and actually had him opening up. The school is not upset about this and actually count this as a great step forward for both students.

Skwisgaar is a foster child/student from Sweden after the Swedish government took him away from his mom after she got tangled in an affair case with a prominent Swedish government official. The media tracked the little family and due the constant attention, Skwisgaar's living conditions were exposed and due to public demand, Skwisgaar was removed from the household. Skwisgaar is constantly moving between homes but the agency is refusing to let Skwisgaar move between houses that leave the school he got assigned to when he originally came. The agency figured if they couldn't give him a steady homelife, he should have at least a steady school life. Skwisgaar does not speak a lot of English outside of what he needs to say and he does not speak Swedish with anyone other than Toki. Skwisgaar is shier as a child and prefers not to be the center of attention, especially after what happened with his mother and how his whole life was up rooted. Skwisgaar is afraid to make friends due to lack of cultural similarities and language barriers, however, he does refer to Nathan as a friend in the very beginning. He was allowed to bring his guitar from Sweden but he can't bring it to school, so he has fidgets to keep his fingers busy. He likes Nathan's company, he's quiet and doesn't pick on him or think he's weird. Nathan's blunt way of speaking is a lot easier for Skwisgaar to digest when translating in his head, so he appreciates it. They trade song recommendations and talk about music during lunch. Girls think Skwisgaar is cute so a lot of them try to get with him, but he's not the Casanova we know Canon Skwisgaar as. He's rather shy around girls and would prefer to not have the attention on him all the time. (If you've ever watched "My Love Story" Skwisgaar and Nathan are like Makoto and Takeo)

Toki is in the 3rd grade and just like Skwisgaar, he is also a foster child/student from Norway. Toki is a child under witness protective services as he has a long, drawn out case of extreme child abuse and neglect. The Norwegian government believed it was best to move Toki to America while the trial was still underway due to the nature of the case and the fact that an attempt had been made on Toki's life in Norway while under protection from members of the same cult. The Witness Protection Program had placed Toki with a couple that they believed would be a good fit, only to find out that they were a part of the same cult as his parents and planned to kill Toki. They failed when the chandelier in the dining room fell on their heads, crushing them instantly in front of Toki. Norway stated that because these cult members were never properly identified and registered in their Norwegian database and that their cults were so secretive that it was unsafe to place Toki in anyone's care around the Scandinavian region. So, Toki came to America. Toki, despite it all, is a very happy go-lucky child with a very active imagination. He likes to dance and sing and explore but he is also terribly unpredictable at times. However, he is very lonely. He has no social skills and has not clue how to make or maintain friends. A lot of kids in his grade stay away from him due to his personality being "too much", "too babyish", and "too weird.". He doesn't always know what's going on or is accidently triggered by something and he gets violent. Toki essentially has to be placed in the smaller classrooms with specialized teachers and a lot of IEPs and extra work from Social Workers, the Norwegian government, and the school system. When Toki was first moved there, they had a teacher who could speak Norwegian but he ended up dying a few weeks in. Desperate to find a replacement, the school paired Toki up with another foster student, Skwisgaar, believing that understanding partially what Toki was saying was better than understanding nothing. Toki's been inseparable from him since, thinking he's this cool older kid that can help him and understand him and listen to him. Toki keeps being placed with foster families but within weeks, those foster families would always die. It only stopped when he was placed with a man named Charles Offdensen.

They all but Toki get put into an out of school music class that promised to help their kids learn discipline, make friends, and find an identity for themselves. The man who runs the class is Charles, and he takes Toki with him to teach the class. Toki is an "honorary" member of the class, as the class Charles is teaching is for 10 to 12 year olds. Toki is only 8.

Pickles is forced to go because his parents don't want him home any longer than he needs to be, and wants him to learn some damn discipline. Murderface is also forced to go by his grandma because she is hoping that the structure will drill it in his head to stop being such a nasty boy. Magnus wants to join so he can learn a new skill, while also keeping an eye on Pickles and Murderface. Nathan and Skwisgaar both signed up for it with their parents/legal guardian. Nathan's mother cried when he asked her and Skwisgaar's legal guardian was more than happy to sign him up, especially if it meant more structure in his life.

This is where Pickles, Murderface, and Magnus officially meet Skwisgaar and Toki. Pickles, Murderface, and Magnus already knew Nathan from elementary school when they were younger. The grade difference drew them apart but now was a perfect time to rekindle their old friendship. Skwisgaar enjoys Pickles company and finds Murderface both annoying and really funny. He think Magnus is cool but kind of mysterious. Toki is star strucked at the older boys, especially since they all looked so cool. Pickles, Magnus, and Murderface think Toki is weird but in a good way, like he's got spunk, but he's still weird. Skwisgaar is partially thrilled to see Toki there, only because he knows he can speak some Swedish and Toki will understand him.

Charles is a music teacher/paralegal. He is the one that helps the band find their instruments, except Skwisgaar and surprisingly Magnus, who already has theirs.

Charles helps Pickles use the drums for the first time and watches as he practically glows while beating on the drums. Pickles has so much energy and anger that the drums are the perfect thing to get out all of that aggression. He tried giving Murderface a guitar but he said that it wasn't "manly" enough for him and he needed something deeper. Charles gets him a bass and the moment he straps it on him, Murderface is practically vibrating. He thinks he looks so cool with it and when he plucks and strums the cords, he feels the deepness in the notes and understands them. Skwisgaar has his guitar and runs him through a small drill to see where he was musically. He was a bit off key and a little janky but he had a lot of potential, which he told Skwisgaar. He practically glowed when Charles said that, never before being complimented on his skills. Magnus also had his own instrument, which Charles noted looked well taken cared of. He had Magnus go through the same drills and was also greeted with the same need for improvement but an excellent starting point with lots of potential. Instead of being happy like Skwisgaar, Magnus took this news harshly, as he believed he was better at them already.

Nathan is very tricky. None of the instruments seem to be speaking to him. They try out so many instruments but none of them are what Nathan's looking for. He feels clumsy and awkward. Charles gives him a recorder in the meantime, which Nathan sadly accepts.

Toki, who in the mean time had picked up an array of instruments, had found himself attracted toward the guitar. Charles had been teaching him the basic scales on a much smaller guitar but he really likes the electric, especially the one that Skwisgaar has. He sits in during their lessons with his little acoustic guitar next to Skwisgaar, trying really hard to keep up with the teachings of his foster father. Skwisgaar will scoff at him when he makes a wrong note but he will fix Toki's fingers and hands, even praise him when he gets it right. Magnus doesn't spend as much time with Toki as Skwisgaar, but he has helped him as well. However, Magnus does like the idea of Skwisgaar wasting the precious minutes he has in class with helping a non-student rather than working on his own skills. Gives Magnus more time to perfect his craft.

Skwisgaar is not used to Toki's praise or adoration or obsession of him at all. It makes him uncomfortable but in the best way possible where he doesn't really want it to stop, he just wants the weird feeling inside his chest to stop. Like the first time someone think you're cool and means it.

Now picture it, all of the kids playing together, poorly, but Charles, ever persistent, can see true potential in these kids. They all have the passion and drive for it. He works with them as a group and individually as much as possible. It isn't until a mock show with all of them together, except Toki, who is sitting next to Charles. It's half way through the song when he hears it, singing. And he sees it's Nathan, who's singing some made up lyrics to the song quietly to himself, and that's when he realizes that this is the instrument Nathan is meant to have, his voice. He immediately starts helping Nathan find his voice, even writing down some lyrics for him.

Not only is Charles able to help Nathan find his voice, he physically sees these children open up and become more confidant. He watches as Skwisgaar gets out of his shell around the other boys, making jokes and participating in the conversation. He's also confidant in his ability to play while still helpful enough to teach Toki. They have an almost big brother/little brother relationship. (Side note, Toki sits in Skwisgaar's lap to play with the electric guitar.) Pickles, who would come in every day like a new person with a new style, was finally settling on something. He was finding his identity in himself, and with it, he found himself around the people he called his friends more and more. Murderface had calmed down a lot, especially since he started playing and hanging out with the other guys. He finally felt safe enough to put down his guard and be his silly self without fear of being ostracized. And Toki was blossoming under their friendship. He's finally learning how to be a friend, how to joke, how to communicate, how to play with others, how to listen to others. He tacks on a few of their personality types here and there, to appease them into liking him more, but its very apparent that they like Toki for being Toki.

However, Charles was nervous about Magnus. He could tell that there is some serious talent in him but he's still not opening up, or better, letting go. There's an edge under his laid back attitude that wants to be the best, that wants to be in charge. He notices it when he sees Skwisgaar perform a certain scale he hasn't mastered yet or when Pickles is coming up with his own drum pattern, even if it sounds like a lot of noise.

Their first rehearsal together with Nathan on vocals is magical. It's like watching a wave begin to form, knowing that there is so much hidden force coming up from just below the surface. Charles can hear where everyone needs fine tweaking and who needs help on what parts, but it's all there, and its so good. He works with them all to hone in on these talents. Toki is their band cheerleader/mascot. He is always there clapping for them and giving them approval and overall being their biggest fan.

Charles gets word that the community is hosting a talent show at this years school fair. The middle school and elementary school share the same day for a fair since they're right next to each other so that all of the kids can mingle together. The fair is filled with fun games, bounce houses, face painting, lots of crafts to make and buy. It's a lot of fun. He brings it up to the boys in their next class about participating. The guys are nervous initially. None of them are necessarily well liked by their peers and if they messed up, it would just be more ammo for their bullies. However, it's Nathan who decides for the band that if they want to be serious about this (music) then they need to at least try. Going from a selectively mute child to someone who took charge of a situation is exactly why Charles took this job in the first place.

Magnus noticeably does not like this shift in leadership. Before this, the group did not have a team leader, rather breaking off into small chunks amongst themselves. Something about Nathan, someone who is selectively mute, someone who doesn't play an instrument, someone younger than him, being the de facto leader rubs him the wrong way. Especially in regards to the possibility of gaining popularity and attention, even prestige. It simmers under the surface.

So the band starts practicing like crazy. Every time they meet up with Charles and Toki, they are practicing their instruments, songs, and even some light choreography.

Charles has been helping with Nathan's small bout of stage freight. If Nathan thinks it's hard to talk to people, he might have a better time at yelling, which he does like. He has no problem yelling his lyrics out and even grows confidant him doing it. Nathan's previous knowledge on metal bands help supply him with skills he wants to incorporate in his singing, like growling. He goes home and practices in the mirror every day until he's happy with his own signature growl. His mom and dad think he's losing his mind while listening outside the door but don't bother him because it's a step in the right direction when it comes to talking. Nathan will use his parents as judges to see which growl sounds better. His mother is very good at distinguishing the type of feelings he wants conveyed in his growls. His dad starts affectionately calling him his "little mutt" after a while.

Pickles is growing worried that by doing this gig, he's solidifying this character to him forever. He's really worried that he may not like it anymore and want to change but won't be able to because of how the other kids see him. Murderface and Nathan are the ones to console him on the fact. Murderface has been his friend through all of his changes and has stuck by him, because it's not how Pickles looks or what group he's trying to mimic, Murderface likes Pickles for being Pickles, the douchebag redhead who always has a way of getting a drink and pulling a fast one on the teachers. Nathan tells him that he looks exactly how he's suppose to, like the outside finally fits the inside. Pickles can't help but agree. When Pickles asks Magnus his opinion, it's a lackluster response. He is reaffirming Pickles fears but he's not denouncing them either. It's a realistic answer, and while Pickles does not like it, he does appreciate the perspective.

Murderface is putting on a brave face throughout rehearsals. He feels like he can't keep up with the others and sometimes fakes some cords because he gets nervous that they'll see him as a screw up or a fraud or decide that he's not worth their time. He's especially afraid of what Charles would do if he found out he was 'fake playing' sometimes. But Charles does catch him and tells him that it's ok to feel nervous and unsure of yourself the first time, that if he needs to spend extra time with him, he will. Charles tells Murderface that he's worth the extra work. So Murderface comes in early or stays lates sometimes and Charles goes over the chords with him again. Toki is by his side, also going over the chords and scales and being a friendly presence next to Murderface. He feels better the closer he gets to the talent show because he knows he knows what he's doing.

Charles tries to be open with Magnus, telling him that he doesn't have to push himself so hard. With the weeks they have been rehearsing, Magnus had grown agitated and angry with the other boys, even yelling at Toki for distracting Skwisgaar when he should be rehearsing, not teaching Toki. Charles wants to calm him down, let him understand that this should be for fun. But Magnus does not want to hear it. He wants to be the best and if needs to other guys to be the best than he's going to make sure they are the best. It works himself into being an arrogant assholes at rehearsal and in school. Charles doesn't give up on him though, even when he starts seeing the splintering begin in the friendships.

It happens only a week before the talent show. Like in canon, Pickles decides to go off script, letting the music flow through him, and play to his hearts rhythm, which sends Magnus into a rage. Nathan, who at this point is really starting to get comfortable with these people, even opening up and being a goofy kid off stage, tells Magnus to stop yelling at Pickles. The canon happens, Magnus tells Nathan this is his band, that he should be the one in charge, that without him, they would all just be a bunch of losers. Nathan tells him point blank if you don't stop, then they won't play with him anymore. Magnus ends up attacking Nathan, which results in them tumbling off the stage. Charles pulls them apart, Nathan with a bruise shoulder and Magnus with a black eye. Charles has no choice but to ask Magnus to leave, calling for his parents to pick him up, and send him home. It's at that point, Magnus tells them he's not gonna play with them anymore and leaves.

This is where the shift begins because now they're down a guitar player and all hope feels lost, but Skwisgaar feels it in his bones that he could step up to the challenge. He's feeling confidant, that despite his prior shyness, this is the one thing he can do and wants to prove it. While the band and Charles agree, there's still the question of another guitarist. Which brings us to little Toki, who has been rehearsing with them this whole time on his little guitar, and knows the scales and the music. After deliberation, the band decides to let Toki join on the condition that he follows Skwisgaar's instruction afterwards while practicing. Skwisgaar wants to hear what Toki knows by heart so far, and, for someone who wasn't forced to practice their songs, he knew them fairly well up until the last bit, where he got janky. But the band was happy and Charles was happy and Toki was so happy.

Now officially a part of the band, Toki feels fear for the first time since coming to America. Like he's back home and he's disappointing his parents all over again. He's scared that if he messes this all up for the older, cooler kids, that they won't hang out with him anymore or kick him out of the class, since he's not suppose to even be there, or worse, Charles would be disappointed in him and send him away. But Charles notices, and takes the extra time and care to help Toki practice and stay focus, while reminding him that the other boys like Toki and want to be around him. Skwisgaar, true to his word, helps Toki in the bits that he's missing, spending extra time with the boy.

Pickles and Murderface check in on Nathan after the fight. Other than bruised, he's physically ok but what Magnus sad made him second guess himself about doing this. He didn't tell the guys because he didn't want to let them down, but a part of himself was closing up again behind those barriers and walls. He couldn't stew in the fear for long though, the show was that weekend. However, physically, Nathan began to clam up again. During rehearsals, his voice became quieter, less sure of himself, almost mute all over again. Shouting wasn't working like it used to and the band was worried, and so was Charles.

But the show must go on.

The fair is packed with children and adults alike. The boys are nervously on stage, their parents in the crowd waiting for them. The boys are worried about Nathan. They worry that he may choke up again like he had started during rehearsals. Charles tells them not to worry, that once he's on stage, Nathan will know what to do, as he has done before. Nathan has to believe him because otherwise, the alternative is being boo-ed off stage. He knows if that were to happen, he...he doesn't know what he'll do. But sooner than they wanted, they're on.

Charles is in the crowd with the rest of the parents and other kids. Nathan takes center stage and all of those eyes. All of those kids that know him. He feels faint. He looks at his friends, all with similar expressions on their faces. Pickles and Murderface, he knows, stole a can of beer from Pickles father before coming here. Skwisgaar was dropped off by his guardians with a thumbs up and $20. Toki, who looks so small now, is silently shaking behind Skwisgaar with his electric guitar that Charles had special ordered for his smaller features. Its then he realizes that this is so much more than just a band of misfits, these were his friends, and they trusted him. They were counting on him.

The first note that plays through the speaker is like the start of a lighter. It just opens them all up. Nathan sings, Pickles drums, Murderface fly's confidently through his bass, Skwisgaar and Toki are playing off of each other in a beautiful tandem of twangs and plucks. They feel invincible. And as they continue, they watch as the crowd gets bigger and bigger and bigger, until they notice that over half of the fair participants are there. And when it's all over, the kids in the crowd, their classmates, are going crazy. The adults are all clapping and whooping but the kids are transfixed on them. Suddenly, they weren't the weird kids anymore, they weren't the freaks or the push overs or the 'left behinds'. They leave the stage, full of adrenaline, they can't help but start laughing and yelling and jumping. Pickles is hugging Nathan, Murderface has Toki in a headlock, Skwisgaar is being pulled into a side hug by Nathan, Pickles grabs Murderface and spins themselves around, Toki has Skwisgaar in a massive bear hug. They are so happy.

When the announcer comes up to announce the winner, it's no one surprise when they win. They come out with a thunderous roar from kids of all ages and when the announcer hands the boys their trophy and prize money, the announcer sticks the microphone under Nathan's face and asks what their band's name is. Looking out into the crowd, looking at his parent's faces, then looking at his friends, he confidently states: "We're Dethklok. And we're here to make everything on this miserable earth brutal."

Thus begins Kidklok, the now famous kiddie band, here to rule over their schools and playgrounds.

[bkdk-myrelationshipacademia]

Deku

As a kid he was so strong and brave. He was a leader for sure I guess that is why I followed him relentlessly. He constantly pushed me away, but all I wanted was to be just like him. Tonight he took me from the dorms; we walked in silence but I had a feeling of what he would be asking me tonight. I knew tonight he would ask me about how I got my quirk, and due to my deep seeded admiration I don’t think I would be able to lie to him. I would have to be honest and tell him about One For All; I have no clue how he would react. Of course I hoped that he may say something else instead. I hoped we could finally address the elephant in the room and be able to move past this anger and resentment that he has toward me because the feelings I have for him I have never been able to say out loud. As we walked I thought about how things would be after tonight. Everyone would know about my quirk. Kacchan would never keep my secret. Would he?

~~~

He said he would keep my secret. Which is important, but as I tend to my wounds all I can think about is the giant leap that we have made. He thought that I looked at him like he was weak, but really I looked at him hoping that his strength would take me down. Even Aizawa yelling at us went in one ear and out the other. I couldn’t stop replaying the way he had grabbed me. The way he slammed me into the ground. Together we walked back to our dorm.

“Walk behind me.” Kacchan said. He was stern, but he wasn’t yelling at least. I went ahead and did as he said I slowed myself down so that I fell behind him. He scoffed and I heard him mumble “What is wrong with you.” I didn’t know what he meant. He was doing me a favor tonight I figured it was best not to challenge him especially after we had just gotten in trouble for fighting. How could Kacchan be so inconsiderate

“URRGHH I thought we had settled this already. We are you so infuriating.” I felt my temperature rising and One For All began to pulse through my body at 1%. It happens sometimes when my emotions get the best of me but it's not enough to be noticeable or perform any destruction just gives me a little boost.

“I thought we had settled this as well. YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO BEAT ME. Yet you sit there and take my commands like a subordinate??? You were supposed to step up. You were supposed to be an actual challenge yet even in simple interactions you fall short.” He took a step toward me. 2%

“Fine you want me to stand up to you at every turn? I can do that.” 3%

“NO! YOU STILL DON’T GET IT? WHAT ARE YOU STUPID?” I could feel the rage within Kacchan start to build up. We were standing right outside the dorm I started to think that maybe eyes of the other other students could be peering through their windows, but it was late and unlikely. “I DON’T JUST WANT YOU TO STAND UP TO ME I WANT YOU TO CHALLENGE ME.” 4%

“Challenge you?” I retorted.

“YES. For crying out loud your always so repressed I want you to speak up and use that annoying voice of yours. I want you to stop allowing me to walk all over you. I need you to push through me for once. I may want you to walk behind me, but I want you to give me a reason why you deserve to walk next to me…” Kacchan continued on. 5 I watched as his lips moved but could only think of one thing and before I knew it I took a step toward him and then another and then my hands reached out and I shoved him backward. It took me a moment to realize that I was at One For All 5%, but I noticed pretty quickly when Kacchan fell to the ground. I felt my power quickly decrease. I didn't mean to hurt him.

~~~

Kacchan

He reached his hand out to me. “Are you okay?” I had quick flashbacks to when we were kids. He always thought of me as weak. I am sick of it. I began to stand on my own but I saw his face. He looked angry with me. “TAKE MY HAND. Why won’t you let me help you? You will let me help you or you will end up back on the ground.” Finally, he spoke up. He challenged me for once. I was almost up but I took his hand for the final lift. A shock ran up my spine. Not anything he or I did, but it was as if for once I saw him in a different light.

~~~

Deku

He took my hand and I saw his eyes round out. He looked calm for once. I put in a bit more effort than I should have when I pulled him up. He landed on his feet less than an inch away from me. I looked up at him, and his eyes stared back at me. This was the first time his eyes didn’t seem angry. He leaned in for a moment; then took a step back.

“I could have gotten up by myself. Don’t expect any gratitude.” I looked down and he was still holding my hand. I didn’t want to say anything because I knew that he would quickly pull away. Instead of speaking up I took a step forward tugging him forward as well to close the gap he had created. I know it is a dangerous task both emotionally and physically, but I would be willing to spend the rest of my life closing that gap until there was no space between us. I was still looking down to the side at our fingers beginning to intertwine. We were so close I was sure that if I were to look up our lips could touch, but was I ready to admit to him what I want most aside from being a hero is to have him in my life forever.

Suddenly I felt his other hand graze my arm with just two fingers as it moved up to right underneath my chin. I felt him guide my face to meet his. He looked at me for a moment. I could feel the space between our lips was practically non-existent; if I were to speak they would touch one another. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead to touch mine.

“For once Midoriya, tell me what you want.” Kacchan whispered. I don’t think I had ever heard him call me by my real name before… At least not to my face. He pulled his forehead away from mine and our eyes met again. I didn’t know if I could just lean in. All I wanted was attainable right here right now. Would I let the moment slip away? I know that whatever happens tonight he will return to the spiteful irritated ball of anger tomorrow.

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[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

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If I Told You - James Lewis/Reader

Warnings: Fluff, slow dancing together, general sweetness, tiny bit of James-related angst.

Wordcount: 1593

Summary: Sometimes he was too busy with work to remember how much you loved him, sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve it after everything he'd been through; good thing you planned on never letting him forget again.

Notes: Getting this ask made me realize I copied the wrong emoji so until I fixed it James was the Cool Teacher lmao anyways I loved writing this one, put on a super sweet song and got to just let loose about how much I love James, he doesn't get nearly enough love so I hope you enjoy~ 💗💗💗

It’d been a few months already since he’d moved out of the house he’d spent the past five years in with his ex-wife, a few months since you’d helped him escape empty bedrooms and broken walls, and he was still having a bit of trouble settling in. The divorce had really beat him down, brought about an old depression that had sunk deep into his bones, and you were constantly doing everything you could to draw it out of him again. It was an endless well inside of him, but you could see on his face that the contents deep inside were getting a little lighter with each touch of your hands and kiss to his cheek.

Currently, he was sitting at your dining room table, if it could even be called a dining room, living alone in a single bedroom apartment didn’t really offer too much space in the leeway of sectioning off the large room you’d divided into three when you’d moved in. He was more than a few hours into grading papers by now, face drawn in concentration yet still looking relaxed as he went over the answers his students had provided him, a genuine love for teaching so evident in every corner of him, showing the most through his eyes. He handled each paper delicately, like they were all something to be preserved, saved long after his class had moved on to their next semester, each one precious to him because they’d taken their time to answer.

He was his most calm in these moments, eyes flicking between the scribbled words on the pages and the perfectly typed ink of his books, his old computer taking up half of the table and faintly whirring away as it waited for his next command, his own office still in the works and this having to do for now. He wrote something down on the sheet he was on as you watched him from your place against the kitchen counter, something circled in red, something else written in blue, hands constantly moving. He’d been at it for hours now, the night growing late with no signs of stopping, James sharing that sentiment as he glanced at his watch and stretched before going to the next page.

He hadn’t eaten yet, hadn’t moved for hours, used to this routine thanks to his wife just leaving him be without a care, but you weren’t her, you wouldn’t let that happen.

You poured two cups of coffee and sat down across from him, careful to keep away from the messy pile he’d made since returning home that afternoon, James not even looking up until you stretched out your leg and brushed the side of your foot against his shin. He didn’t jump but it looked like he could’ve, so focused that he just blinked a few times before coming back to you, it taking him a moment to remember where he was and why you were there. It made you smile, he was constantly getting so wrapped up in himself that he’d sometimes forget that he’d even moved, everything around him a blur until he’d see your face and know he wasn’t alone anymore.

You held out a cup for him to take which he graciously did, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips as the hot liquid spread through him like wildfire, his shoulders relaxing just a little after he rolled one, then the other. ‘Thanks,’ he said so quietly you almost missed it, also used to talking to himself when he was home, his voice still so low even though he had someone to listen to him now.

‘No problem,’ you replied, your elbows resting on the table. ‘Do you want me to make you something? It’s almost 9,’ you reminded him, James looking at his watch again and actually taking in the time.

‘You don’t have to, you can head to bed, I won’t be long.’ It was a lie, he still had a lot to do and he was fully prepared to ignore his own needs in order to do it, even though he technically didn’t need to finish grading until Thursday night.

‘I want to.’ You got up and circled the table, your cup left behind as you massaged his tired shoulders to help ease his stiffness just a little, a selfish grin appearing when he let his head tilt back at the relief. You found he was always tense, not just from concentrating but from always holding himself so tightly, like he thought he was taking up too much space the moment he was away from the chalkboard where he could freely stand and wax poetic about whatever classic literature he’d chosen for that lesson. You wished he would do it at home too, loving hearing him talk so passionately about the things he cared about, your favourite part of it being his smile, so wide as he talked compared to the sheepish one you always got when he thought he was bothering you in some way.

Your hands moved from his shoulders to his chest, your chin resting on him as you held him in your arms, James reaching up to hold you back before hesitating, letting his own fall back to his lap as he stiffened again. ‘I can make something later, you don’t have to feel like you need to,’ he tried to say, rejecting your offer again out of nowhere, your brows furrowing as you nuzzled into his temple.

‘James, I love you, if there’s anything you need I want to be able to give it to you,’ you insisted gently, his head leaning away from your gracious touch, you were too sweet to him.

‘Why, though…?’ There it was, it often came back around to this, all the self-hatred that’d been hammered into him resurfacing again as his well instantly filled to the brim, but you wouldn’t let it, no tonight. You pressed a gentle kiss to his temple before getting out your phone, quickly finding his favourite song and turning up the volume all the way. You set the phone down as the song started to play, James looking up at you in confusion before you took his hands and got him to stand, using just enough force to let him know you wanted him to join you, but never making him feel like he had to. 

He sighed and stood, giving the remaining papers one more look before you laced your fingers together, your body swaying to the beat as you started to dance, James unable to resist the sight before he couldn’t help but join you. His dancing was clumsy at first, it always was, but having you there to guide him helped a lot as he followed your lead, socked feet tapping over scuffed hardwood. You had fun with it at first, making him take up as much space as he possibly could, your hand in his as you got him to twirl you, James laughing in embarrassment as you then did the same to him.

When the song ended and something related came on next, you tried to go back to your phone to choose something else or replay it, James not letting you go as he spun you again, your back crashing into his chest as he lost his balance and bumped into the couch. You both steadied yourselves, his arms crossed over your chest as he started a new dance, this one slower as he let his chin drop against your shoulder, his heavy breathing evening out as you swayed together.

You let your eyes close, enjoying the moment before he nuzzled into you, his glasses poking your cheek as he looked down at the floor, the well still full despite your best efforts. ‘Why do you love me so much?’ he wanted to know, your hands firmly over his own as you stopped him from stilling.

‘Because you’re so much more than what they made you think you are.’

It was the truth, and you’d wanted to say it to him from the moment he first told you about his divorce, the words spilling out before he could realize that it didn’t make for good or even appropriate first date conversation at all, but you’d been patient with him then as he’d drank himself into oblivion to make it all go away, his focus torn from you with each glass, and you’d be patient now. He held you a little tighter, not wanting to let you go as you spun in his arms until you were face to face, your dance continuing again as you peppered his face with kisses, let him feel each one and how much you loved him with each press of your lips against warm skin. His glasses were fogging he was getting so emotional, and you took them off to hook over the top of your shirt, your hands finding his cheeks as you got him to look at you.

‘I love you so much, James,’ you told him as he held onto you, a single tear slipping down to run against your fingers, your thumb brushing it away tenderly. ‘I love you, and I won’t ever let you forget that, okay?’ He nodded, eyes shutting as he smiled, your lips finding his briefly before you were pulling away again, his mouth chasing after yours. ‘Now, what do you want for dinner?’

‘...I really like it when you make the one pasta dish, if you need any help.’

[ccraccz]

Wisteria

┏━°⌜防風鈴 ⌟°━┓

Chapter 4

┗━°⌜防風鈴 ⌟°━┛

“Umemiya.”

“We’ve got trouble.”

“Yeah, I know,” The male responds instantly, taking the group off guard. The sun was beating on their heads, a cool wind refreshing them.

“We don’t have enough seeds!” 

The white haired fighter turns around in his crouched position, pointing at his plants. Sparks of shock appeared behind the group of first years, everyone deadpanning at the response of the third year and their representative.

“There’s one extra planting spot left over there! Is there anything you wanna eat?”

“Forget about the plants for now. Shishito-”

“SHISHITO PEPPERS?! DUDE, YOUR STOMACH FLARES UP LIKE A DISCO ALL THE TIME! YOU SURE YOU CAN EAT THAT?!” Umemiya cuts Hiragi off.

“They're… not even on the same page…” Nirei mumbles, nervous about the interaction in front of them.

“That’s…” Sakura mumbled, being confused that this sunshine, all smiles, and green thumb of a man is- “...Umemiya?”

Ryuu pats Sakura’s shoulder before the student is yanked by Sugishita, who glared at him.

“‘That esteemed man is,’ you mean!!” Sugishita glares, eyes wide and a large snarl on his face. “And it’s Umemiya-san to you!!!”

‘He’s such a doberman…!' Ryuu sweatdrops, a picture of Sugishita and a doberman side by side.

“Oh, shaddup already.”

“Oh, Whaaaaat?” Ryuu, Sakura and Sugishita turn towards the voice of their senior. “Why’s everyone here?” Beside him, Hiragi trembles harshly, bringing a small giggle out of Ryuu. 

Sitting down at the gazebo, there is a lot of chatter around. Umemiya rambled on about the different vegetables he has planted, Sugishita listens intently, nodding constantly at what Umemiya is rambling about, Hiragi angrily mumbles beside Nirei, while both Suo and Ryuu comfort and pat the middle schooler, who is about to have an anxiety attack.

“They’re all just grass of some kind, aren’t they?” Sakura, who seemed quite annoyed, asks. What he just said sparked an anger in Sugishita again, and made Umemiya keep talking about the difference between his plants.

Ryuu smiles before standing up and tapping Umemiya’s shoulder.

“Excuse me, Umemiya-san,” Ryuu gets the male’s attention, “We have a guest that would like your attention, sir.”

He presents the middle schooler, who stands up quickly after being given the chance. 

“Please let me…” He stutters “Explain myself.”

Ryuu sits down, patting the kid on the back to show his support.

"I saw someone shoplifting in the shopping district… I went after him… but before I knew it, I was already in Shishitoren’s territory… and when their guys started chasing me around… I thought that was it… I was done for.” 

“But these two saved me…” Sakura and Sigushita perk up at the mention of their actions. “And… he patched me up…”

Ryuu smiled at the kid, who’s tears started to drip down onto the picnic table. “I always wanted to be a member of Bofurin… and I got ahead of myself… But in the end, all I did was spark a fight with Shishitoren.”

“I’m… really sorry…” 

The boy bows in guilt, tears falling from his face in streams. “Sasaki…” 

“How do you know my name…?”

The white haired male bows slightly, making himself visible to the bowing middle schooler with a large smile. “Thanks, man.”

The air surrounding them became lighter and easier to breathe in as Umemiya spoke up. “I know what you did triggered a fight with them, but that’s only a result of your conviction to protect the town and its people right?”

“There’s nothing to apologize for!”

“Just leave the rest… to you good-ol big brothers here!”

Umemiya hits his chest with his fist, proud of himself and his group. He’s very confident in the strength of Bofurin.

…

“So, How did these guys save you?” Umemiya points at Sakura and Sugishita, a bright smile on his face as he speaks with the middle schooler.

“Oh, Uhh,” The kid stuttered, “Th-they kicked the other guy into the air.” Ryuu snorted, a small grin on his face. The rep quickly looks at Ryuu before laughing.

“THEY KICKED HIM INTO THE AIR?!”

The two freshmen stiffened and paled at the loud call out of their representative. “Man!” Umemiya lets out a hearty laugh, “THE POOR GUYS OVER AT SHISHITOREN!”

 “I know talking to them’s not gonna do any good anyway… but, WOW!” Everyone looked at him like he grew another head, “You sent him flying with a kick, Huh?!” Ryuu looks towards Hiragi, who clutched his belly and gritted his teeth in pain. He searches his green bag, sticking out his tongue before sliding over a new packet since he basically threw the other ones he opened before away.

“I’m terribly sorry, sir. I was with them, but even still…”

“Hiragi, you’re always trying to shoulder the blame by yourself. I’m the one who asked you to watch those two…” Umemiya pouted, comically glaring at the sharp toothed male as Hiragi grabs the pills that were just slid towards him, shaking his head toward Ryuu, who only showed him three more packs of Gas-Kun 10. 

Nirei whispered something towards Sakura, who quickly jumped up and retorted. “SH-SHUT UP ABOUT THAT ALREADY! KEEP YOUR DAMN COMMENTS TO YOURSELF!!” 

“Oh, Whaaaaaat?” Umemiya grins, one of his eyebrows raising as he teased “Were you picking a fight?”

Sakura quickly jumps up, slapping his hand on the wooden table, “TH-THOSE ASSHOLES CALL THEMSELVES THE DEVOTEES OF POWER AND CRAP, BUT THEY’D STILL BEAT UP PEOPLE WEAKER THAN THEM! IT’S SO LAME! I JUST CALL It as I see…” His yelling slowly turns into a mumble “...It…”

Everyone quietly stares at Sakura, who became a bit more self conscious every second that passed. Suo smiles “You said it, not me…” everyone sighs.

“But… Sakura’s views are not wrong…” Ryuu mumbles, scratching his cheek. Umemiya pats his back before quickly standing up from beside him, grabbing everyone's attention.

“Right, I see…” He sounded serious. Sakura stared defensively, stiff and ready to act if Umemiya were to do something.He looked almost like a cat to Ryuu, ready to pounce if his owner were to go pet him, hairs raised and arched back to be able to seem bigger. It was almost cute. 

Umemiya’s hand quickly swung up, open palmed and it arrived at its destination quickly. “Hmmmm! Well said!” He patted Sakura’s head repeatedly, everyone looking at the two in amazement, while Sugishita jumped in his seat like a cat.‘Everyone is acting like cats here…’ Ryuu thought, a small smile on his face as he watched everything go down. “I thought so, too. They’ve been pretty lame lately.”

“Sakura…” Everyone looks up.“... I heard about what happened on main street yesterday.” 

“And today you went and saved Sasaki…”

“With Sugishita!” Ryuu whispered, not wanting Sugishita to be left out, especially since he idolizes Umemiya. Umemiya’s downturned eyes closed, a big grin on his face as he ruffled Sakura’s cute black and white hair. 

“Thanks so much for protectin’ your family,” He pauses, Sakura’s eyes are wide and mouth open in shock as he looks at Umemiya like he’s from another universe. “I’m so happy we’ve got ourselves another reliable little brother." Ryuu smiles, and shakes his head, everyone seemed glad and happy but Sugishita seemed a bit jealous about the situation happening beside him.

‘What… the hell…?’

‘I feel the tips of my ears burning…’

Sakura’s fists slowly unclench, as he relaxes. ‘It… pisses me off so much… that my body’s relaxing…’

‘For some odd reason… I feel like I understand why they’re all so attached to him now…’ images of the past interactions with the class appear in his mind.

‘When I’m with him… I feel safe…’ 

Sakura blushes and pulls away from the older male, “WHO’RE YOU CALLIN’ ‘LITTLE BROTHER’?!”

“I think of everyone in this town as family!” Umemiya smiles as Sakura growls.

Ryuu smiles, before tensing and standing up, grabbing the attention of Suo and the middle schooler. Ryuu sniffs and covers his nose before sneezing quietly as he walks away. Something was gonna happen sooner or later.

 Soon after he stands up, Hiragi’s phone starts ringing, making him jump and have everyone turn towards him in alarm. “Kaji? What’s up?” He pulls his phone up to his ear.

“Shishi…Toren…” 

“KAJI?! HEY, KAJI! WHAT’S WRONG?!”

“Is something happening?” Umemiya asks, worried about the situation of one of the second years being in danger.

“GREEEEETINGGSS!!!” Everyone turns towards the source of the sound, Ryuu already looking at the situation from above with his hands clenching at the wire fencing, teeth biting at his bottom lip. “HELLO? HELLOOOO! HELLOOOO!! GREETINGS UP THERE!!” The rest of the first year gang and both Umemiya and Hiragi stood up and joined Ryuu at the edge of the roof.

Looking down, the fallen students from Bofurin and the perpetrator, they looked like ants from their position on the roof of the school.

“I’M THE LEADERS OF SHISHITOREN!” the boy calls out from below. 

“CHOJI TOMIYAMA!!”

Ryuu pushes himself away from the edge of the roof, going back and grabbing his bag. 

“UUUUUMEEE-CHAAAAAN! I’M HERE TO CHALLENGE YOU… TO A FIGHT! FIGHT!! FIGHT!!!”

“TH-THE LEADER?! WHY IS THE LEADER HERE?!” Nirei freaked out, Sakura grinning at the memory of Jo Togame only being the second in command and sensing that this Choji guy is stronger than him since he’s the leader of the Lions, only to shudder when he sensed something from behind him. Turning around, Sakura looked at the third years who were now walking away, Ryuu right behind them

When Sakura saw Ryuu walking behind, it was an instant movement as he started rushing behind them, taking Nirei off guard, Suo, Sugishita, and Sasaki going right after him.

“W-Wait for mee!!” He calls out.

A few minutes after, they reached the entrance of the school, Umemiya walking forwards, a serious air surrounding him. “Stay here,” he commands.

“Don’t give me that crap! If you’re goin’ to fight, let me in on it, too!”

“Sakura…” Ryuu grabs his shoulder

“I won’t say it again.”

Sakura, under Ryuu’s hold, trembles at the commanding tone in Umemiya’s voice. 

‘Shit… I can’t force my legs to take another step… He was all smiles earlier, but now… is he really… The same person…?’

The white haired male walks forward, leaving the other students behind at the front of the school as he approaches the shorter male. “Yo, Tomiyama. Look at what you’ve got there.” In the shorter’s hand was one of Bofurin’s students, bruised up face and bloody nose, being grabbed by the hair.

“That belongs to Furin.”

“Yup! I know!!” 

The shorter had a devilish grin, his eyes dull and emotionless. Ryuu shuddered.

The boy's eyes reminded him too much of his Gramps eyes after the death of his mother.

[wanderingmind867]

My take on Green Lantern III (Guy Gardner):

Guy Gardner was born to parents Roland and Peggy Gardner in Baltimore. His family moved around a lot (his father was a labourer constantly on the lookout for work), and so Guy Gardner never really had a stable home life. In his first 20 years of life, his family moved from Baltimore to Detroit to Toronto to Vancouver. All over the United States and Canada did his family journey for work. But finally, when guy was around 13, his family settled down in Vancouver. And it's in Vancouver that he would remain.

And besides this constant travelling, guy just never caught a break with his family dynamics. His father was a alcoholic who had a temper and could end up often beating him (either accidentally or intentionally), while his mother was a judgemental hypocrite who hated her husband and often seemed to encourage his worse tendencies. The only member of guy's family that was actually nice to him was his older brother Mace. Both of them pretty much relied upon each other for support in that chaotic household.

Because of this childhood, guy was a very troubled kid. He acted up at school, was opposed to authority figures and generally struggled with the academic parts of school. What kept him going? Well, partially it was his brother's support and encouragement. Part of it was probably a desire to prove himself and make something of himself. But in any case, guy eventually straightened his image and became a good student. (Well, he never did fully lose his hard-headedness and his anger issues. But he did straighten up his image, for the most part).

In a first for his family, guy gets a college/university degree (something his dad, mom and brother never got). He gets a degree in education and psychology from the university of British Columbia. He was also a sports star, playing for the UBC Thunderbirds Hockey team until an injury made him unable to keep playing. The injury really got to him and preyed on his natural insecurity of being unable to make it in this world.

After graduating, guy eventually gets a job as an educational assistant for students with special needs. He finds his work fulfilling, getting to help people and make the world a better place. It makes him feel really happy, for one of the first times in his life.

Guy Gardner is many things: stubborn, kind hearted, bold and strong willed. It's this last trait that made him an ideal green lantern. When Abin Sur falls to earth, his ring located two ideal candidates to replace him on the west coast of North America: Hal Jordan in Southern California, and Guy Gardner in Vancouver. Since Abin Sur was actually in California, Hal Jordan was the lucky one who gets the ring.

After this near brush with greatness, Guy Gardner's life proceeds much as normal. He continues his work as an educational assistant, finally feeling a great personal sense of fulfillment. The ring passes him over once more, making John Stewart a lantern before him. Guy Gardner was always capable of being a hero, but he was always passed over in favour of other candidates. This might be why he sometimes seems a little bitter toward the first two green lanterns.

But eventually, Guy Gardner does get his ring. When an alien spaceship being hunted by the Green Lanterns crash lands in Vancouver, Guy Gardner ends up being recruited to stop it when the Green Lantern on the case dies in combat. And with the help of the Justice League Canada, Guy Gardner manages to send the alien scout ship fleeing for their homeworld. (I'll probably do something with this story. Maybe 40 issues later, the aliens return for a big story arc)?

After this, Guy Gardner has to learn to balance being an educational assistant with also being a Green Lantern and a member of the Justice League Canada. He manages to make it work, but it puts a significant strain on him. No wonder he acts so abrasive when he's a hero, it's taking time away from one of the few things in his life he enjoyed doing (working with those kids). He often chafes under the authority of the lanterns and the league, but he's still one of the bravest men you'll ever know.

[bukicoochie]

Checkpoint

ACT 1 — 05

w.c — 3.0k

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“But before I start this off, I just want you to know that I am not a good person, by any means.”

In any other situation, Aether might have laughed at the seemingly joking remark. Right now, he didn’t exactly know how to react. (Name) didn’t look to mind the conflicted expression blatantly visible on the blond’s face before she began.

“It was like, middle school we met. Hit it off, became best friends. Apparently, we made quite an eye-catching duo, because one or both of us got a confession from guys at least once a week.”

(name) shrugged, putting the cap back on the bottle. It was a quick and concise beginning, framed as not quite relevant in tone. She exhaled after a short swig, the satisfying feeling of energy returning to her body prompting such.

“It was fine, until it started escalating. I had no problem beating decency through their skulls, so I didn't hesitate if they tried anything. I also took credit for beating up Lumine’s… less than savory suitors.” She grins at the memory, pleased. “Keeps her reputation clean despite her scolding me for it.”

A clock ticks periodically, more highlighted by the lack of other sounds in the room. (Name) sat idly on the chair, rocking her legs back and forth as she waited. Stripped down to her bra with her top uniform unbuttoned, a nasty bruise was present on her right shoulder. A cut on her bottom lip split it open, faded blood hastily wiped away still somewhat present.

 Seconds later, the door bursts open to reveal Lumine, a frantic and worried expression gracing her features. 

“What in the— (name)! Are you alright?”

“Mhm!” (Name) didn’t look pained nor remorseful, even going as far as to bear enthusiasm. “Don’t you have math—“

Lumine practically bolted to her place in the infirmary, lightly squeezing her bruised shoulder. The sudden inflicted pain quickly shut (name) up, growing stiff yet not making a sound. 

“What on earth were you thinking?!” Lumine looked as if she was holding back from shaking the girl in her fury. “Some asshole sneaks in a knife in school and you thought it was wise to try and take them one on five?!”

“Those ‘assholes’ consisted of the guy you rejected and punched when he wouldn’t take your no. I overheard his plan when he was gathering his guys to help—“

“No!” Lumine interrupted loudly. “You can’t just charge at people impulsively and think everything will go fine just because you can just revive tomorrow!”

(Name) simply looked at her quietly, not interrupting her outburst. Lumine leaned closer, scanning the girl’s body for other damages other than the busted lip and shoulder. She idly placed a hand on (name)’s thigh, eliciting an instant hiss with her moving away. 

Lumine looked down, unhesitatingly lifting the skirt that covered a big area in (name)’s thigh with bandages, blood seeping through. 

“Hey, hey, you don’t lift a girl’s skirt like that, you pervert—“

“I’m going to kill you.”

“So I was officially labelled a delinquent.”

“... Can kind of see it.” 

“Yeah?” (name) looked pleased by Aether’s instant agreement. She snickered. “I'm not one anymore though. I think.”

“Life of crime’s over?”

“Why, you wanna imprison me, hero?” (Name) shot him a wink, to which Aether rolled his eyes with a light flush. He made a hand gesture for the girl to just get back on topic and continue.

“Anyway, I got in trouble a lot, even though Lumine, who had student council privileges, defended me. Hardly worked, I didn't care much though. All that matters is that I kept us safe from those weird bastards. I’m always constantly threatened with expulsion, but they never actually did anything.”

(name) returned her position back to the previous one to rest her chin. 

“Then…one day, we um…kissed.” Her eyes landed on the railings, somewhat fidgeting by peeling weathered paint on the rail with her nail. 

“I got approached by some guy dressed in green. Something about a guild…”

“The Adventurer’s Guild?” Lumine guessed, earning a nod from (name). Once again, the rebellious female had landed herself in, not the infirmary this time, but the hospital. The blonde had been slicing an apple, gathering them on a plate by the nightstand.

“Yeah. Not interested in their whole job thing though.”

“Yeah. You fight people, but draw the lines on malicious mobs.” Lumine remarked sarcastically, receiving a glare from (name). The blonde rolled her eyes. “Whaaat, I’m not the one bedridden here.”

“Okay, first of all, I’m not bedridden. Two, malicious people. And three, my injuries aren’t even bad! They overreacted to the whole thing!”

“Yup, because you know more than the medical professionals.”

“Minnieee…”

“…”

“Wife, look at me.”

“…”

“Wife hates me, I should die.”

“…” Lumine shoved the plate onto (name)’s stomach. “Don’t be dramatic. I’m still angry at you for getting into this situation.”

Unfazed, (name) grinned. “Stay the night with me?”

“How? There’s not even a bed here.” Lumine saw (name) opening her mouth to retort and instantly cut in. “And if you say the floor, I’m going to beat the sh—“

“Sleep with me.” (Name) bit into a slice of apple. Lumine paused, looking at the girl incredulously. “What in archon’s name—“

“The bed is big enough,” (name) scooted over and shot a grin her way. “Come on, I don’t bite. And I’d hate to send you out to go home at this time of the night. It’ll be like a little sleepover between us.”

“…”

“Come come!” (Name) cheered. Lumine looked to be contemplating, a hand by her crimson-dusted cheeks. 

“It’s so cold, too. So, so cold…” the hospitalized female hugged herself. “I feel so-so alone too. The world is so cru—“

Lumine shoved (name)’s face back before begrudgingly climbing onto the bed. She stayed by the edge however, still hesitant. (Name) looked smug, in turn. Grabbing a remote by the side of the bed, she turned off the lights and laid down completely. 

“Night night.”

Lumine swallowed, trying to calm her nerves and lay down. Once she had, she faced away from (name), thousands of thoughts running through her head that did not help with keeping composed. Taking a deep breath, she rolled over and nearly fell backwards upon seeing (name) facing back at her. The (h/c)-haired girl grinning. 

“Exciting.”

“What is?”

“Room to ourselves. Bed. Slumber party!”

“… Really makes it hard to believe you’re the same person everyone sees beating guys up almost daily.” Lumine jokingly sighed in exasperation. With a subtle roll of her eyes, (Name) reached out and pinched the girl’s cheeks. 

“Min, you look so pretty under the moonlight.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm!”

Silence permeated around the room after the last spoken noise, Lumine finding it hard to say anything more. Truthfully, she’d known for a while now and couldn’t deny herself. However, it was still scary. 

She stared back into (name)’s eyes, seeing her own reflection in them with the window shedding moonlight behind her and lighting up the (h/c)-haired girl’s features. 

“(Name), I like you.”

Her heart dropped. What had to have stayed in her mind had left her lips, as if they had a mind of their own. Lumine was horrified. As she hurriedly racked her brain for various ways to retract her words, (name)’s smile put her thoughts to a halt. 

“Mhm! I know.”

“Know?… what?”

“I like you too, Lumine.” 

After feeling nothing but her heart beating in her ears, Lumine could feel her head spiralling. Breath hitching, she unconsciously leans closer with a tremor in her breath. With a casual grin, (name) came closer as well.  

“I remember she said something about sparks, but I didn't know sparks were real, so I thought she was just saying she liked it.” She flicked off the dried paint that stuck to her finger.

“I thought like, ‘sparks fly is such a cute expression to say you feel something special.’ Yikes, I owe a lot of people apologies.”

“A lot… how many?”

“Like… more than ten.”

“So ten plus people told you about sparks and you didn’t think much of it?”

“To be fair, how real does ‘when people who are really meant to be kiss, sparks fly around them. Oh, it’s so magical,’ sound?”

“We can literally spawn a floating pixie and set games anywhere anytime. Also respawn with what, a fried egg?”

“... Okay, fair point.”

(name) looks away with a grimace, sighing as she scratches the back of her head. Aether only chuckles, letting the silence linger for a moment longer before he questioned.

“So you said you liked her back…without feeling any sparks when you two kissed?” Aether spoke slowly, not in a judging manner, just simply trying to digest the information.

“Because I did like her, Aether.” (Name) turned her head to look at him. “You don’t need sparks to know you like someone. It’s not like I was just fooling around with her.”

“Isn’t that the main point of sparks?”

“So all your romantic interests have had sparks with you when you kissed?”

Aether went silent at the question. He didn’t have many romantic conquests, or in other terms, lovers, but like (name) perhaps, he had never felt such sparks either. Choosing not to mention such, the (h/c) female continues. 

“Aether, I’ve been with many people before and somehow, you who I’ve known for like a day or two, is the one who makes me experience it first?” (Name) raised a single brow, eyes half lidded.

Aether paused before hesitantly nodding, seeing the merit in the statement. “Alright, I understand. Sorry.”

(Name) turned her head back to gaze at the ocean. “Anyway, we got even closer after that. ‘More than friends, less than lovers type’, you know?” 

A hint of guilt grew present in (name)’s expression. “I… I didn’t know what to make of it, and I think she didn’t either. We never made anything official. I was afraid… and really really stupidly ignorant.”

“I think that was when it went wrong. People assumed we were a thing and it started getting people off our backs for once. She seemed happy, I was satisfied. I-I think I got confused. It's not like we only kissed once.” (Name) was starting to look more bothered, the hand by her chin moving up to bury her fingers into her hair. 

Aether reached out, grasping (name)’s hand to offer comfort from the composure that was clearly slipping away from her by the second. 

‘Holy ████ that’s why Lumine had a rumor of being into girls back in middle school.’

He thought those were just bitter, rejected suitors being assholes. He kept his tongue though, not wanting to intrude on the delicate atmosphere. 

After a few, (Name) calmed down and squeezed back. “I liked Lumine, I just wasn't sure in what way. That wasn't made clear to either of us back then. So, when my family had to leave the capital to move to Liyue, I guess it only clicked in my head that I was only sad to leave a friend behind.”

“(Name)?”

Lumine approached a lone figure by a secluded alley. (Name) was standing there silently, blood dripping from a clean slice on her cheek. A bat was tightly clutched in her dominant hand, specks of crimson liquid decorating it. 

The blonde’s expression turned concerned, eyes lowering to the surrounding ground. That however, wasn’t much better as the ground was littered with silver and gold coins alike. Blood decorated the metal, along with…strands of (h/c) hair. 

Lumine’s eyes trailed back to the figure of her affections, a blank look having overtaken (name)’s eyes. The female’s hair was cut (very/slightly) shorter in a rough and haphazard manner.

“Your hair…”

“Why are you here?”

“I… I thought you’d be here.” 

Lumine’s eyes darted to the side, heart thumping ever so slightly quicker anxiously. Her fingers lightly fidgeted with her sleeves, fearing the tense atmosphere and the drastic change of tone in the (h/c) girl’s aura. 

“I told you I’d be gone by now.”

“But you’re not, right?”

“Leave.”

“God, (name). Just please talk to me!” 

Lumine’s fingers clenched around her sleeve, her concern dissipating and making room for anger and desperation. She itched to hold onto the figure of her affections, wanting to hug and be hugged for comfort. It was bad enough that she abruptly received news of (name) leaving, but for her to suddenly go distant to the days leading to it? 

“I don’t get it. Why won’t you notice me? Why won’t you–” Lumine breathed out, stepping forwards and grabbing onto (name)’s waist. Her knees buckled simultaneously, sliding down with her head lining up to the (h/c) female’s stomach. 

“Please talk to me. Did I do anything?”

“...”

Lumine trembled, not minding the rough ground pressed against her knees along with unspeakable crimson liquid. She squeezed tighter, devastated by the lack of reciprocation. 

“(name), i…”

“You’re pleading with me.”

The unusually silent female finally spoke, putting a halt to Lumine’s trembles. A hand gently came down to caress the back of the blonde’s hair lovingly. Lumine remained with the side of her face pressed against (name)’s stomach. 

“I…”

“You are.” (name) silenced any doubt. “It’s so cute, Min.”

Lumine’s cheeks burned, although her head was clouded with confusion and slight embarrassment. “I don’t…understand.”

“I thought you’d soon forget about me easier if I left you alone.”

“Don’t ignore me. It’s bad enough you’re leaving, but it’s like you’re entirely leaving me behind now.”

“... I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“We kept in contact for a bit, but we slowly grew apart. I didn't really think much about this place since I knew it would be long before I’d even come to visit. And as for her… I guess I thought maybe she’d moved on already. After a few months, that's when I met the guy who I soon dated.”

She gazed at the vast ocean. “I guess during one of those days, she took the opportunity to join the Guild's expedition and saw me with him.”

“This is really complicated…”

“Yeah, I’m the asshole, I know. It’s—“

“It was a long time ago.” Aether interrupted. “It wasn’t a good thing you did, but there’s nothing you can do about it now.”

“…”

“You’ve apologized, and she already knows you’re sorry.” Aether gave the hand a comforting squeeze again. “… Are you alright?”

“Aren’t you being a little too compassionate to the girl who broke your sister’s heart?” (Name)’s brows furrow, giving a somewhat cheeky inquisitive look to the blond. Aether rolled his eyes. “I don’t hit girls.”

With a joking scoff, (name) turned back around to face the metal railings. It was silent for a while, with both of them leaving one another to their thoughts. Only the sound of the wind and the water crashing against the concrete wall.

(name)’s eyes wandered over to look at Aether from the side. She acknowledged, “You’re not leaving.”

“Hm?”

“I expected you to make up an excuse and leave.” The tips of the (h/c) girl’s lips rose, a small and slightly mischievous smile decorating her lips. “I figured you’d go ahead and leave to rush and comfort your sister.”

“I doubt it would help her. She was…surprised to see you here and needs to process things. Plus, I don’t think I, the person who's dating you, would be much of help for now.” 

“Dating, huh?” (Name) grins, sending Aether a sly look. “So, what now, pretty boy?”

“What now…”

“Yeah. Still want to be my ‘friend’?” She put emphasis on the word, the previous implication from this morning not lost on either of them. Aether paused, taking a few moments to fidget with the bottle cap. 

“… (Name), I like you. That’s been pretty obvious from the start already, right?”

“Uh huh?” (Name) hummed. Well, this was the quickest one. A nagging voice in her head made this moment so… familiar. Like a big dose of deja vu, for some reason. 

“A-and I know it’s a little early but… I really really… want to know more you.”

“…” (name) sighed, straightening up a bit. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

“Isn’t that the point of wanting to know you?” Aether looked away to hide the cheeky smile that arose to his lips. (Name) deadpans, shifting the topic. “I’m definitely not here for a misunderstanding. You’re diving into this with the intention of dating me, right?”

“Well, I…—“ Aether grimaced, nodding bashfully. “Um… obviously.”

The last word came out as a hastened mumble of embarrassment.

“It’s not going to be easy, you know.” (Name) warns. “I have a lot of people um… after me.”

“Like enemies?” Aether leans in with his voice lowered, as if being secretive. A determined look crossed his features. “I can fight.”

 “No, its…” (Name) took a few seconds to gather her words. With a soft puff of breath exiting her lips, she faced Aether hesitantly.

“If we’re gonna date, you may have to defeat my seven evil exes.”

“You have seven evil ex-boyfriends?” His shoulders perked up, startled.

“Seven evil exes, yes.” (Name) repeated with a slight deadpan, as if reminding Aether that his sister was one of them.

“And I have to fight… defeat. Defeat your seven evil exes if I want to keep dating you?”

“Pretty much.” 

“… In one go?” 

“Yeah, um, I don’t know about those, honestly. Probably not.” (Name) looked away sheepishly. Aether jokingly bore an expression showing a deadpan. “Why are your exes ganging up on you?”

“Your twin is literally in the club. Er, league. Whatever the ████ they call themselves.” (Name) leans back and stands straight. “The hell. I don’t even know what they’ve got against me.”

“… Other than the fact that they're your exes.”

“Other than the fact that they’re my exes, yeah.” (Name) repeated in agreement.

The two paused for a moment to stare at one another silently, only to start laughing. The (h/c)-haired female playfully shoved him away a bit. “I’ll let you know, I wasn’t that bad to date.”

“Hmm…” Aether’s brows knitted as he directed his gaze away from (name) and onto the sea. With an obviously fabricated tone of skepticism, he clicked his tongue. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

“Oh, shut up. Let's grab an early dinner.”

[jamesbetch]

Begin Again

Chapter 6

In the days that followed, there was not a single break for Mulciber and Avery. The boys placed dungbombs in their dorms, dyed their hair a bright orange and placed explosives in their food.

They didn’t die.

Sadly.

They just had to spend a few days in the hospital wing and the boys all received two weeks of detention.

But that’s not all. They were constantly getting hexed. Not just by them but by the rest of her friends. Soon enough everyone at Hogwarts found out about the fight and many Gryffindors, and few students from other houses, started hexing the two boys as well.

It was safe to say that they were going through hell. They constantly had to watch their back, and even then they would still get hexed.

Most Slytherins didn’t care as most of them didn’t like the two boys either, some even joined in hexing them, so they would just turn a blind eye when it would happen.

As the time passed she figured the boys would just let it go as they had already gotten their revenge.

It wasn’t until a few weeks after it happened that James arrived to the common room covered in blood.

It was late at night and the common room was empty, everyone already was in their dorms as the curfew had already passed a few hours ago but she had trouble sleeping so she decided to go to the common room to read by the fireplace.

“James! Are you ok? What happened?” She asked as she ran over to him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?”

“I couldn’t sleep so I came downstairs to read.” She says after making him sit down and beginning to clean his face with a random cloth she found. “But don’t try and change the subject. What happened?”

“I might’ve gone out looking for Mulciber and Avery.” James replies while looking away from her.

“You fought them? Why?” She asks incredulously. “You could’ve seriously been hurt! It’s hardly fair for two to go up against one.”

“Careful, love. It might sound as if you’re worried about me.” He says with a cheeky grin.

Stephanie scoffs while trying to hide her blushing cheeks, “I’m not worried! It was just an observation.”

“Then why are you cleaning the blood off my face if you aren’t worried?”

“Don’t try to change the conversation. Why did you go and fight them?”

“Because I wanted to. They deserved it after hurting my girl.” He replies while shrugging.

Stephanie felt her stomach flip and fill with butterflies at his comment. ‘My girl’. She held back the grin she so desperately wanted to let out while squealing in her head.

She wanted to run up the stairs, wake up Hermione and tell her about what he said before squealing while jumping up and down.

But she forced herself to stay seated next to him. She didn’t want to act like a fool, especially in front of him.

“They could’ve hurt you, badly.” She quietly mutters.

“I don’t care. I would gladly end up in St. Mungo’s for defending you.” James replied.

She stopped cleaning his face when he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. She held her breath as she made eye contact with him, his blue eyes focusing only on her. They silently stared at one another before she looked away, feeling nervous.

“Did you win?” She jokingly asks causing him to laugh.

“I think so.” He replies smugly. “They’re in the hospital wing and I’m not.”

“How do you know that they’re in the hospital wing?”

“We may or may not have been caught by Professor Slughorn.” He replies with a sheepish smile.

“James!” Stephanie exclaimed incredulously.

“It’s just detention!”

“How long did you get detention for?”

“Well I got two weeks and they only got one.” He replies while rolling his eyes. “Favoritism.”

“To be fair, you did beat up two students.” Stephanie says with a slight grimace.

“How dare you! I did it to defend your honor!” James dramatically gasps causing her to laugh before he starts smiling while staring at her.

“Well, my knight in shining armor, what would you like as a reward?” She asks with a wide smile.

“A date.”

She stares back at him in shock. Even though, she had agreed to go on a date with him right before they went on summer break, she had been avoiding it.

Not because she didn’t want to go on a date with him - Merlin, no - but rather because every time she thought about it, she would get so excited that she would begin to feel sick to her stomach.

She was quite terrified, if she was being honest. She didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of him but she also didn’t want to go on the date, only for him to get bored of her and realize that she wasn’t worth it.

James could tell she was shocked by what he said. He knew she was quite nervous about going on a date with him, mainly because Chris told him after overhearing her conversation with Hermione and Lily, but also because he could tell she was nervous.

He acted quite confident in front of his friends and in front of everyone really but he was just as terrified. He was scared that they would go on a date and she would find him annoying or not up to her standards. That maybe she would see him in the way so many people did, an immature arrogant spoiled brat.

“A date?” She nervously asks.

“Yeah. We can go to hogsmeade on Saturday.” He replies before growing even more nervous. “If- If you’d like, of course.”

“How could I say no to the boy who got in a fight to defend my honor?” Stephanie says with a shy smile.

“Is that a yes?” James asks with a growing smile.

“Yes, it’s a yes.” She replies while giggling.

“I’ll meet you by the entrance then, after breakfast?” He asks before she nods.

“I’ll see you there.”

“I’ll be waiting.” James replies with a lovesick smile causing her to giggle again.

“Goodnight, James.”

“Goodnight, Stephanie.”

They stood from the couch facing one another before Stephanie moves towards him. She stands on her tippy toes before placing a soft kiss on his cheek. As she pulls away, she can see him stare back at her in shock causing her to giggle.

“Goodnight.” She says for the last time.

As she walks up the stairs, heading to her dorm, she is unaware of the lovesick look he stares at her with. He softly held his cheek, where she placed the kiss, while grinning excitedly before fist bumping the air and jumping in excitement.

It was safe to say that neither of them slept that night.

Stephanie laid in bed imagining what would happen during their date and what she would wear. And maybe even what their future would look like if their date went successful.

Would he also want a summer wedding? What dress would she choose? Where would they get married? Who would they invite? Will they have kids? Would they be boys or girls? And how many kids would they have?

She was completely unaware of the fact that James Potter laid in his bed awake with a wide grin as he stared at the ceiling thinking of the exact same thing that she was.

[goregiver]

Ever heard of Jeff the Killer? [JTK rewrite]

Ever heard of Jeff the Killer? He’s become iconic on the internet by now, but he used to be a student at my school. He’s a huge urban legend in my town. Does he count as an urban legend if it actually happened? Anyway, there’s tons of versions of his story, but I’ll tell you the one I’ve heard most often.

Jeff was a 9th grade student who lived with his parents and his brother Liu. He had to move from his hometown due to his dad changing jobs and this affected him a lot. In his hometown he had a few friends and tons of memories and moving made him feel like he was being stripped of everything he had lived up to that point. To make matters worse, the kids at his school had started making fun of him due to his appearance and hobbies. He was constantly ridiculed for being short, chubby, very pale, being alone most of the time, liking to read and play videogames, and many other reasons. Everyone in his school at best ignored him and at worst bullied him daily.

He was always very quiet and introverted, but he became a lot more closed off after moving towns. He barely got out of his room, ate so little he had a massive drop in weight, going from slightly overweight to almost underweight, started carrying around a pocket knife for self defense, stopped talking to the few friends he had, and his relationship with his parents started deteriorating as well. The only person he felt like he could trust was Liu, who he became very protective of. Liu got bullied at school as well, not nearly as much as Jeff, every kid and teen in town seemed to have it against him, but Liu became a target of some of the torment due to being Jeff’s brother. He tried to defend Liu every time anyone made fun of him, but it always ended with the bullies targeting them both.

Three kids in Jeff’s class were especially fond of tormenting him. Their names were Randy, Keith and Troy and they were the pranksters of the school. They planned on pranking Jeff on his birthday, humiliating him in front of the whole school. So, on October 19th, during recess, Randy walked up to Jeff looking apologetic. A crowd followed him and positioned themselves around them. Randy said that he was sorry for treating Jeff badly and that he wanted to make up for it. Jeff was skeptical, but he didn’t get much time to do anything, as a bucket full of mud was poured on him. Everyone laughed and some started yelling insults and put-downs. Some of the teachers heard the commotion and went to see what was going on, but by the time they got there, all they saw was a mud covered Jeff punching Randy with such force he must’ve broken his nose, as all the other kids screamed and ran away.

Jeff and the trio all got in trouble for that, but Jeff got the worst part of it since he broke Randy’s nose. After the prank, the bullying Jeff suffered became way worse, Randy’s friends were furious at him, even those who had simply ignored him or even tried to get along with him now looked at him with disgust in their eyes. He was seen as a monster. This didn’t affect him much tho, he had struggled with anger issues his whole life and was no stranger to people reacting badly to his outbursts, and considering how he had been treated in that school, he expected them to act this way. What he didn’t expect was Liu becoming slightly more distant to him after the event. Liu had always tried to help him to the best of his ability whenever he snapped, but now he seemed uncomfortable when near Jeff and didn’t speak to him as often. Jeff soon figured out Liu had made some friends at their school, and they convinced him that Jeff was dangerous and a bad influence. Jeff felt betrayed and he confronted Liu about it. Liu explained to him that he was creeped out by the expression Jeff had when beating Randy up, that he looked almost like he was enjoying it. Jeff was shocked that his own brother would accuse him of finding joy in hurting others, getting more and more upset by the second until he was yelling at Liu. It wasn’t until he almost punched him in the face that he realised how angry and distressed he was, not just at Liu, but at everything. His whole life had plummeted since he moved. He apologised to his brother and decided to go take a walk to calm himself down.

He liked walking through the forest because it was always calm and there weren’t any people around, so he could be alone and not have to worry about what others thought of him. His favorite route was one that led him to a small river, since the noise of the water running was calming to him. He sat down on the riverside and stared as small fish made their way through the water. After a few minutes, he heard a noise coming from between the trees. He turned around and saw Randy, Keith and Troy. Randy had a nasal splint. Jeff immediately got up and took a defensive stance, but he knew he was surrounded, outnumbered and definitely unprepared for a fight. However, the trio wasn’t there to fight. Troy reached into his backpack and took out a bottle of vodka and threw it at Jeff, smashing it against him. He was incredibly confused until he saw the object Randy had just pulled out of his pocket. A lighter. He lit it and threw it at Jeff, making him catch fire. Jeff, shocked and in pain, was bright enough to jump into the river, preventing him from getting seriously hurt, but his face had been disfigured. By the time the shock had worn off and he looked up, no one was there.

He slowly walked to his house, mind blank except for the consuming rage he felt towards anybody who had ever hurt him. As he passed by a house, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a window. He turned to look at himself, his face was seared and blistered. A thought popped into his mind. He reached down and grabbed his pocket knife, snapped it open and brought it to the corner of his lips, carving a massive smile on his cheek, and then did the same on the other side. As he stared at the new him, he felt happy for what felt like the first time since he stepped foot in this god forsaken town. The only thought in his head was how beautiful he looked. He decided to cut his eyelids off as well so he could see himself without needing to blink. With a newfound energy and a plan for what to do, he finished the trek to his house.

When he entered the living room, his father, who was watching the TV, immediately stiffened, wide-eyed. Before he could say anything, Jeff asked him if he thought he was beautiful. His father, however, stayed silent, too shocked to muster a reply, much less fight back when his own son stabbed him in the chest. Jeff’s mom was in her and her husband’s room, folding the laundry. She was about to tell him how relieved she was that he was back, when she saw his face. She screamed and dropped the shirt she was holding as he tackled her and slit her throat. He was done with that place, now he needed to find the three who ruined his life.

It didn’t take long for him to find them, out on the street chatting. They seemed to be regretting setting him on fire. That didn’t stop Jeff tho, it was too late for mercy. The three of them were found dead the next day, wounds littering their bodies. Jeff had satiated his hunger for revenge but he was still bloodthirsty, so he turned his attention to innocent people who had never hurt him. That’s how he became the most dangerous killer in the history of the town.

As I said, this is kind of a real story. Some details are wrong, of course, cuz we don’t know everything about Jeff’s life, but that’s the broad strokes of what happened. Tons of people died and then, one day, all disappearances and sightings of Jeff stopped. Nobody knows what happened to him, the police never caught him, so he probably just died from some disease or something like that. His body was never found though, so we don’t know if he’s actually dead or not, but everyone thinks he is. My town has more weird stories like that, so if you want me to tell more, I’ll do it!

[omaskit]

Session 4: I lose some respect for Cyrus

I've offically removed the 1 person chapter 1 rule. I just don't think it's possible without overleveling the heck out of your party. If you want to see the rules they are here.

I've got 2 1/2 hours before I have to leave for IRL, let's see how far we can get. Side quest time

Girl you saw someone DIE?! REPORT THAT!

ACAB

$5,000?! The bartender's getting greedy

The ice things aren't weak to fire?

Therion's constantly screaming. Bro gotta go to therapy you can't just keep beating up monsters

Well shit gang, I'm not sure if we have anything against these ants.

Nvm we have staff

girl you missed so many times

Bro's cows are is priority.

I just realized how stupid rich the flatlands are. Atlasdam AND noblecorte? Outside of the cult on the edge they are living it up!

Why does this kid have such good thief awareness? The dialouge implies that Therion's trying to trick her. boy just pick her pockets!

"Perhaps I should have a little chat with him. Just to make sure we 'understand' one another" Cyrus what does that mean?!

Dude only has two students

Ew he has people look up shit in the textbook.

Bro have them engaged in critical thought! Not textbook searching!

WHAT A STUCK UP!

TEACHER'S PET!

These 8 clans never come back again

There's so much history that never comes back again!

Bro so excited about history

Class is over thank god

HE ASSIAIGNS READING HOMEWORK?! MOTHER FUCKER I WOULD FAIL YOUR CLASS!

T E A C H E R S P E T!

I love that the librarian is named after a car

Is- Is everyone in love with Cyrus? Is Odette the only one not in love with Cyrus?

I think I just robbed the castle suppiles

bro so excited to read books

IS Everyone in love with Cyrus?! Seriously?!

You cited your sources what's wrong with you?!

Bro how do learn anything?? How are acedemic papers done if you can't cite sources?! How do you anything new???!!

Cyrus hates this guy SO MUCH

They hate each other so much

Therese what was your plan?! You report Cyrus and then....Profit?! Girl they're just gonna fire him!

What if this Tome wasn't stolen. What if it was just misplaced?

You're gonna ask the headmaster? You hate the headmaster!

Russell don't tell them about your motive!

Was the headmaster a suspect?! That's hilarious!

Nothing's weak to knives

Alright boss tim- random encounter

Russell: Tells us his motive and that he knows how valuable the book is. Also Russell: Wha? Cyrus?! Why are you here?

" I haven't the faintest clue of what you're talking about" Bro We talked about it earlier!

Bro fell for the oldest trick in the book

I would have gotten away with it if wasn't for you meddiling travelers!

Are you weak to knives?

HE'S WEAK TO KNIVES!!!!

Delisious Victory

I'm glad Russell gets redemtion at a book shop.

Cyrus: "Dude, what were you thinking? You're taking knowledge!"

Russell ratted people out?! Snitch!

Did Cyrus want to read this book to conform his historical theory?

Girl ruining his reputation will not make him pay more attention to you

"A little trouble" "HE'S GROOMING THE PRINCESS!"

Aroace oblivion

Bro is a lead block

CYRUS DO NOT JOKE ABOUT DEATH

BITCH WHO'S FOLLOWING ME?!

Session over

I think I'll get farther in the game before I post again. See you at primrose, maybe