#he will learn from this later on in it dw

[girlfailurefelix]

it’s my fic and i get to include the scott pilgrim swing set scene but as my otp if i want to

[heartyluv]

Note: Please —Click Here— to read part one if you’d like! I’m finally getting around to giving them a second part, omg. I hope I did it justice. Enjoy, my beautiful baes!

Warning: A woman picks a fight with you over Caleb (she’s not a real threat, dw), you get really possessive over him, car sex, use of ‘angel’ for a nickname

Word Count: 4K

Summary: A night out quickly takes a different turn.

Cowboy!Caleb/PossessiveReader

“C’mon, angel. You got it. Push your thighs in tighter,” Caleb instructs you. “Harder. Good, like that, like I taught you.”

You bite your lip, uncertainty coiling through you as you feel the back and forth motion in your hips. You’ve been at this for what is definitely far too long, but with Caleb, you didn’t mind the time it took. Choosing not to be patient wouldn’t get you anywhere, not when you wanted to succeed so badly.

“I—I’m gonna fall again!” you squeak, your nerves calming just barely when he holds you by your hip, silently reassuring you as Applebottom begins to strut along the even terrain of the rich green grass.

“She can sense your nervousness. That’s why she’s so ready to throw you off,” he chuckles, remaining beside you before patting on the large horse’s side with three quick loving taps. “Confidence is key, alright? Show her who’s the boss.”

“You’re her boss!” you yelp right before she trots in place, her hooves pounding into the ground unforgivingly with whine-like neighing to follow. The typically sweet animal did this every time she wanted to set her boundaries and make it known that she did not want whoever was on her back.

It was understandable. You’d only wanted Caleb on top of you, too.

It’s been a few days since you’ve been staying with him on his parents’ ranch, simply because you wanted to, you could, and he offered—no, he begged you to come over. With your dad being able to take on farm work again without needing help, you told lied to him about how you’d be staying over at a friend’s house for a much deserved break.

He still doesn’t know that the man he strictly told you to keep out, was in your room the morning they returned. You had to explain to Caleb later why you frantically pulled him from your bed and threw his sweatpants at him like you were a teenager sneaking a boy out.

You were able to get away with it because not only is the guest room thankfully on the second floor, but momma called your phone and said they needed you both to come down and help haul their stuff and the hand-me-down farm clothes Grams surprisingly let them take, upstairs.

That was about a month ago and a complete win in your book, despite the near heart attack at first. And now, after the time it took for you to have this privacy, you’ve been delightfully basking in the presence of your beloved cowboy.

Since Caleb’s workaholic mother and father tended to be so busy with other business ventures, they were often out of town a lot and this week was one of those instances you both were more than willing to take advantage of.

It was safe to say that you two have been going at it like you were making up for lost time. From sex in his room, to the shower, and even with you bent over the kitchen counter that you ended up scrubbing with bleach because you felt awful about it post orgasm, Caleb has had you folded up in too many ways to count.

He even asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you declined.

Yes, he had your heart, he’s had and will continue to have your body, but you needed to make sure this wasn’t some glorified honeymoon phase. Everything was and felt perfect right now because of how excited you two were to have each other entirely without fear, limitations, and uncertainty—well, nearly.

Your dad will come around when you tell him, you’re almost positive.

But, waiting a bit would prove to you if this feeling was something that would stick without the memories and nostalgia you share being the anchor to it all.

Besides, you two still have a lot to learn about one another all over again before you outwardly labeled this beauty of a man as your boyfriend. You weren’t lying when you said you loved him, but love didn’t mean you had to rush. It meant that you had all the time in the world together to figure it out.

Right?

He understood your concerns, even if he wished you would’ve told him yes and let him fuck you in celebration. Granted, he still did, but it was with determination—to show you that there was no such thing as a fluke when it came to how he felt about you.

Besides all the mushy feelings though, it’s been immensely freeing with him. Like he promised the morning after he made love to you for the first time, in the early evenings during your stay, he’s been helping you try to learn how to ride a horse before he took you out to buy you one of your own.

No matter how much you failed, it was the reality that Caleb was your helping hand to make your heart dance in your chest.

You whole heartedly blamed your pops for your inability, but it partially on you, too. He tried to teach you when you were younger, but gave up once he realized how scared you’d always be no matter what horse he put you on or in front of you. Despite how badly he wanted you to conquer, he refused to traumatize his little girl further after all the falls and near accidents.

And Caleb was far too young and inexperienced himself at the time to try, so you simply never got the hang of it. Not even when he took you a few times to ride on Applebottom before you left for college.

You were honestly too embarrassed to try asking for any assistance the older you became and add you leaving on top of that, horse riding just became a skill you accepted that you’d never acquire.

Caleb soothed the beautiful steed, rubbing down her nose and scratched below her chin to ease her defiance.

“You wanna call it a day?” he grinned up at you, the warm setting sun making his dewy skin glow.

“Please.”

“No worries, angel. Scoot back.”

You maneuver yourself on the leather saddle to make room for the burly man, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting against him once he sat and grabbed hold of the reigns before making sure you were ready to go. After your confirmation, with a click of his tongue and a soft “go ‘head girl”, you were riding towards his large home with the slightly humid wind wiping across your dampened skin.

“I’m taking you out tonight,” he said the closer you got.

“For what?”

“Because I want us to have some fun.”

“I think we have a lot of that here, don’t you think?”

He laughs, the sound warming you on the inside. “You’re not lyin’, but I wanna take you dancing. Remember the last time we went?”

You flip through your memories like they’re pages on a book, not having any recollection.

“Exactly,” he fills in your silence. “We weren’t even ten years old and couldn’t catch a beat for shit.”

“Caleb, that does not count!” Now you’re the one laughing, hard enough to make you snort a little bit.

“It definitely does!” Slowing Applebottom down until she completely stops beside the wrap around porch, he jumps down first to then help you. When you’re standing in front of him, he cups your face in his hands and kisses your lips tenderly.

“I’m gonna set her up for the night, we’ll head in, get cleaned up, and I want to be back down in my pickup in an hour. You got that, angel?”

“Yes, sir,” you tease, making him smirk.

“Go on.” He plucks his cowboy hat off his head and hits you playfully on the ass with it on your way up the steps. “Get the shower going for us.”

You and Caleb have been on the dance floor for nearly an hour straight, and you couldn’t get enough. With every twirl and the feeling of his body pressed against you alongside all the other patrons having their own fun, you wished this night could go on forever.

In your floral pink knee length summer dress, his strong hands were on your waist as he moved you side to side to the thumping beat that vibrated the walls and floors of the classical country dance bar that’s been around long before the both of you.

Your sexy cowboy was a sight to drool over in his sage green long sleeve shirt that he had pulled up on his strong forearms to display his tattoos and dark blue jeans that showed off some of his impressive physique.

You were wearing his black Cattleman that he slyly placed atop your head in the middle of you swaying to the music. You helplessly giggled when he kissed down your neck and took you by the hand to spin you around to face him.

His skin was slightly flushed and his soft hair a small whirlwind of a mess, but if you asked Caleb what he was feeling—complete and alive were the only adjectives that could come to mind.

Your arms went around his neck with a bright smile to accompany your eagerness as you sang along to the lyrics of a song your momma still loves to blast on her cleaning days. Caleb flashed you that boyish grin that made you swoon when you grew dramatic in your efforts to match the passion of the talented singer’s voice blasting through the speakers.

Then he started to sing with you and for a moment, there was no care in the world about how crazy you both sounded. This was where you had fun and you wouldn’t let anything prevent you from enjoying it to its fullest potential.

That was your intention until a woman walked up to you both as the upbeat song ended and transitioned to something slower. You couldn’t even get close to him again before an airy voice said behind you, “You finished with her yet, C?”

C? Who the hell is she calling C?

You craned your neck to figure out who was emitting the strong aroma of too-much perfume. A pretty and short, long haired brunette looking up at Caleb with very clear fuck-me eyes, proved to be the answer to the mystery.

Her complete disregard for your presence wasn’t missed, either.

“I know your mother raised you to have some respect, Maycee,” Caleb replied sharply, not bothering to look at her.

“What? I waited ‘til the song was over,” she shrugs, moving closer to him and making this weird primal behavior surge within you when her perfectly manicured fingers tried to rest on his shoulder before he shucked her off.

“That was respectful enough, was it not? I just want to talk with you.” Her judgmental eyes look into yours that’s slowly losing the light it had second ago. “Alone.”

“We’ve got nothin’ to talk about. Coming up to me when I’m with my girl is out of line.”

“Nothing to talk about? Your girl?” she spits out in disbelief. “Seems like you’ve made the wrong choice.”

“Am I invisible?” you interrupt swiftly, the irritation coursing through your body making it impossible to keep your mouth shut any longer. The looks were hard to ignore, but the nosiness of others did nothing to put out the flame stoking in your chest.

You face her head on, ready to defend yourself with zero intimidation at her attempt to size you up.

“This has nothing to do with you.”

“The moment you spoke to him made it have every fucking thing to do with me.”

“Aww, let me guess: you think you’re special?” she scoffs with a mocking grin. “Tell her about our time together Caleb, since it’s so necessary that she stays clued in.”

Your body tenses as your jaw ticks. The noticeable reaction makes her smile as if she’s triumphant.

“I’d really rather not embarrass you or ourselves more than you’ve already done yourself, Maycee,” Caleb says through gritted teeth. “That’s not what I want or what I do, but you have a tendency of pushing your fucking luck. You’ve done enough. I suggest you know when to walk away.”

You were hard to rile up—very hard. But Caleb was one of the few people who knew how you could get if that’s where you were brought. It’s one of the reasons he’s trying to deescalate the situation as quickly as possible.

“You’re such an asshole. Her over me—seriously?” She sucks her teeth. “Call me when you come back to your senses. My mouth really misses you.”

Your eyes narrow and you check her before Caleb can try. Your tone drops to make sure that even with the quietness that’s suffocating the already stuffy space, only she can hear you clearly.

“Know that my name was tattooed on his chest while his dick was in your mouth.” You get in her face now, feeling a strong hand on your arm to hold you back.

“I want you to make sure you sit with the fact that every time he got hard, it’s because he thought of me. Even when he was inside of you.”

Maycee’s chest rises and falls, the clear shock and disbelief swirling in her irises.

“Baby, let’s just go,” Caleb calls to you, his grip pressing a little harder to make sure you’re aware that he’s trying to keep you calm.

It’s ridiculous how easily your night has been ruined, and now all the fun is washed out your veins.

Not another word is spoken when you take off his hat and press it roughly to his chest, not caring if he doesn’t catch it. You snatch yourself away from him before you storm out the bar and into the now cool night.

Your anger is misplaced, you know that. But it’s feels impossible to correct with the way it was encompassing your entire being.

Caleb doesn’t waste a moment following you, quickly unlocking his vehicle and opening the door to let you climb inside. Once behind the wheel, he maneuvers the tires over the gravel parking lot before rolling onto the smooth roads, and god is the drive uncomfortable.

“You wanna talk now?” he voices ten minutes in, sighing at your refusal to answer—again.

You told yourself you weren’t jealous of his past, that you didn’t care. And truly, you didn’t.

But the mere thought of Maycee with Caleb in any way, made your blood boil. The way she walked up to him like she was so familiar fueled you with violence.

He was yours, he belongs to you.

“Pull over,” you mumble, making his eyebrow furrow.

“I’m not letting you walk if that’s what you think you’re about to do. I don’t care—”

“Pull. Over,” you repeat slowly.

He does. What other choice does he have when the woman he loves looks ready to set fire to anything in her path that dared to give her a reason?

There’s nothing but long empty rode in front and behind you in the dark night of chirping crickets and twinkling fireflies as he puts the car in park to the side. Caleb looks over at you, the moonlight and rows of illuminated warm street lamps pouring through the windshield giving him the privilege to set eyes on his lady.

“Angel, you know she doesn’t mean anythin’ to me. I know you know.”

“I do.” You turn your body to face him.

“We only hooked up twice, pretty. I don’t want you being upset with me. Tell me what you need me—” Your hand reaching over the center console and the tug on his belt makes his words slow.

“I want you,” you breathe out, your voice shaky and the need to have him overriding anything sensible. “I want you to fuck me, Caleb. I want to erase her from you—erase all of them.”

Pretty,” he coos apologetically. “You’ve already done that. But anything you want. Just let me take us home.”

“No,” you shake your head stubbornly. “Now. I want it now.”

“Fuck…” His cock comes to life at your possessiveness.

He leans in to kiss you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he swallows your whimpers and identifies your cravings without more needing to be said. You stay like that for a moment, letting him savor your taste.

When he releases you, he gets out the truck so that he can slide into the black leather seat in the back. The moment he shuts the door and sits, waiting with his legs spread wide, you’re kicking off your shoes and climbing toward him like he’s your reclamation.

The lack of sufficient space isn’t enough to stop you from sitting in his lap and pulling on his hair, grinding your panty clad pussy against the rough material of his jeans. He sucks on your neck, the sweet and tangy taste on your skin only making his balls tighten with need.

You have to see your name that marks him, that gives you ownership of him. Impatiently, you pull the hem of his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side and tracing your fingertips along the mesmerizing ink.

“I’m yours, angel,” he whispers, his hands gripping your hips hungrily.

“Show me,” you beg. You feel down his pecs and toned abs before quickly beginning to undo his belt. The clinks echo in the enclosed space at the same time that he bunches your dress above your waist.

Wrapping your hand around his thickness and pulling him out of his confines, you pump him agonizingly slow in your palm.

“You told me this was my cock,” you say against lips, your heart hammering so fast that you’re not too sure how coherent you sound. “You said both of you were devoted to me.”

Your mouths graze, but never meet. “Give me what’s mine…”

Caleb curses under his breath when you swipe a thumb along his slit and smear his precum around, his hips bucking up with eagerness. “I’ll listen to your every w—word. Sit up on your knees, baby…Let me make it better.”

Bracing one hand on him, you follow his instruction and push out a desperate huff when he roughly tugs your panties to the side after you lift yourself.

You didn’t want a condom. In fact, you’d lose your shit if he even offered one. That’s all you’ve been using since your first time together and right now, you just wanted to feel him without any barriers.

When his bare tip slides into your leaking hole, you press your lips together with a pleased hum.

“They can never have you again,” you cry as he helps lower you down to take every pulsating veiny inch. “Hngh—Yes…I miss you like this…”

“N—Never,” he solidifies through a raspy groan, his dick twitching inside your hot and slick walls when you squeeze him.

“You hear how we sound together?” You get closer as you make your hips rise and steadily fall, the squelching of your connection filling your ears. “Only we could make music so powerful.”

The truck begins to shake the harder you go, your palms pressing against the cushioning behind him so your nails had something to scratch when he fucks into you, knocking the breath out of your pliable body.

His fingers dig in your flesh through your dress, surely bruising you, but you need him to. You need that tinge of pain as a reminder that neither of you are never going anywhere because you’ve already made your mark.

“You—hah—you feel so fucking good, Caleb…” The effortless gliding in your pussy makes white dots spot in your vision and your nipples ache beneath the meddlesome fabric.

“We’ve always been in tune.” He shakily reaches over and grabs his Cattleman, placing it on your disarrayed strands and running his thumb across your lip before his large hand caresses down your neck before grasping one of your breasts over your dress. Your lack of a bra lets him flick a nipple, making a strained whimper fall from your puffy lips.

“Don’t ever take it off again. I’m your cowboy, pretty. Own that.” He loses his train of thought for a moment, being buried so snuggly in your heat.

“Ah, fuck…fuck…M—Make me feel it…”

You nod, leaning further back against the console so the outside streetlights could shine upon where you’re connected. Your lover looks down to watch your cunt greedily spread the sticky fluids up and down his cock with unabashed desire.

“Y—you’re not C…” you mewl tiredly, rotating your hips to grind against him. “You’re my Caleb…Just mine…”

The new motion sends shivers down his spine. “You’re right…That’ll never change. It never has…”

The interior grows foggy and humid, sweat beading down your back and his temples the faster your orgasm approaches. You use your muscles to tighten your cunt around his throbbing length, and each contraction makes him feel more precum spurt out in preparation to claim you from the inside.

“That’sss right…oh, baby, keep going… just like that…W—Wanna fill you up so badly…” He pulls your panties over more to gain complete access, his thumb lazily circling your taunt bundle of nerves and sending shockwaves through you.

“Make you so fuckin’ full of me, pretty—I know you want it.”

He sucks air in through his teeth when your peak hits you so hard and unexpectedly that it has you trying to crawl away from him at the simultaneous moment that his cum rushes inside your shuddering walls.

Your moans are on the precipice of pornographic, but for him, it’s the embodiment of sublimity.

You serenade him with your gentle sounds and wavering tone, letting yourself succumb to the deliriousness like you’ve done many times now. Caleb holds you down to make sure you’re filled to the brim, rubbing along your trembling inner thighs. He keeps you spread open so he can watch how the copious amount of cum has no choice but to spill out of your hole and down cock before reaching his balls and staining his clothes.

“‘M so sorry for what happened,” he speaks softly after giving you the space to catch your breath.

“It’s not your fault,” you mumble, holding his hat so that it’ll stay on your head as you sit up before taking it off. Fear consumes him for a brief moment when you place it on his.

“Remember when I told you no?” Your head tilts, taking his hand and placing it on your cheek to nestle into. “About being your girlfriend?”

“I do.”

“Tonight has shown me that…I think I’m in wayyy too deep to be trying to play it safe.”

He smiles. “A mutual sentiment.”

“Will you do me the honor,” you flash a genuine one as well, adjusting the crooked hat and brushing his hair away from his eyebrows. “and let me be your one and only cowgirl?”

“You never even have to ask, angel. C’mere.”

After you share yet another kiss, he presses a sweeter one to the tip your nose.

“Your dad is going to whoop my ass.”

You laugh, the vibrations making you remember that Caleb is still inside of you.

“He’ll be okay. Momma will hold him back.”

“Thanks, baby,” he rolls his eyes with playful sarcasm. “That means a lot.”

“Whatever he does, I’ll be there to kiss it better.”

“Yeah?” he smirks.

“Mhmmm.”

You don’t know what you were even going to try and say or do next because any and all calmness and sentimentally is gone when you see red and blue light flash along with two curt blares of a police siren.

“Shit!” you panic, flicking Caleb’s forehead when he starts to muffle his laugh.

“Ow!” he whisper shouts.

“Move your ass!”

“I can’t until you do!”

Then a knock at the driver’s window sounds. You would forever be in debt to tinted windows now.

“Play dead,” you suggest lowly.

“You’re a terrible problem solver.”

“Well, I’m not seeing you come up with any bright ideas!”

When what you know is the final polite knock sounds with four hits instead of the initial two, Caleb closes his eyes and lays his head back, the hat falling over his eyes and forehead.

“You’re right,” he says, his words muffled. “Play dead.”

“You’re all worried about my dad when me and this police officer is getting ready to kick your ass.”

“Can’t. I’m already dead.”

“Caleb!”

“Mr. Xia?” calls a male voice.

“Who the hell..?”

“Oh,” he huffs in relief. “It’s just Xavier.”

“From high school!?” you ask, completely stunned.

He nods. “He moved back a year after you left. Nothing to worry about. We’re cool.”

“You’re shirtless and still in me!”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t be embarrassed.”

You pluck his forehead once more. “I can’t stand you!”

He rubs his forehead, then pulls you into him. “I’m in love with you too, angel. But flick me again and I’ll fuck you again with him right outside.”

“Just do something!” you pout, your face getting heated at the thought.

Glad to have made you flustered, he smiles. “Anything for you.”

A/N: I felt like creating a scenario like this felt kinda realistic for them because I definitely believe people would fight over a man like Caleb—especially if he sexes you as good as he looks LOLLLL!!!! I didn’t think it would’ve just been sunshine and rainbows initially in a small town where Caleb has been around the block…I could’ve just done a big time skip to their happily ever after, but where’s the fun in that?!?! But I think I’ve unintentionally started another series, DAMNIT! JAYLA, PLS PUT THE PHONE DOWN!!!!

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[tsuy4n]

The Artist Who Lives for the Plot

Warning/s: Fem!Reader, Mild language/swearing, still chaotic, Verbal bullying disguised as flirting, petty drama, reader still very much suffering (comically), One (1) rusty bike lock, Unwilling reverse harem, Reader is done with them all (not really)

[A/n]: I'm so sorry for taking long! ;; next part will be out later, in a few hours or something so dw and please enjoyyy <3

Part 1, Part 2, >Part 3<

Day 4: Part II (evening)

You were clocking out late. Again.

The hallway buzzed with flickering lights, stage dust still clinging to your sleeves, sketchbook tucked under one arm. Your legs ached. Your brain even more.

By now, you'd memorized every crack in the tiles, every flicker of that busted vending machine light. You just wanted to get home, finish your panels, and maybe eat something that wasn't cup noodles. Bare minimum.

Then you stepped outside—and felt it.

Someone was watching you.

"Leaving work without saying goodbye? That hurts, y'know."

It was Abby, leaning against the lamppost like it owed him rent, and possibly his reflection rights.

You gave him a flat look. "I say goodbye to people I like."

He clutched his chest like you'd just stabbed him and insulted his jawline. "Ouch. And here I thought we had a vibe."

He didn't move, though. Just smirked like rejection was part of his workout routine while he watched you walk past him.

God, he even looked like he expected the streetlights to highlight his cheekbones.

And just when you thought that was it—

"[Y/n]~!" Romance appeared next, jogging lightly from the alley like he just happened to be there. His hair was perfect. His shirt was open just enough.

Coincidence? Please.

You sighed. "No."

He blinked, unfazed, smile still perfect. "You don’t even know what I was gonna ask."

"Still no."

He pouted like a rejected Disney prince caught mid-promposal, hand dramatically over his heart. "But I was going to say your outfit brings out your defiance today. Very... stabbing energy. I approve."

He fell into step behind you, the faint sound of cologne and confidence trailing after.

You raised a brow but continued on with walking. You didn't slow down, didn’t even look at them.

But inside?

Well.

Not that you’d ever admit it, especially not out loud. You could practically see the chaos it would unleash. They’d weaponize it. Swarm you. Probably choreograph a musical number about it.

Besides, the energy they gave off? Narcissists. The whole lot.

You’d said it once, loudly, and immediately regretted it when Abby started handing out autographed selfies as "emotional support" earlier.

You learned your lesson.

As you sighed about the happenings that had wormed their way into your supposed normal life, Baby appeared.

'Persistent.' You thought with furrowed brows as you walked.

Baby didn't announce himself. Just slinked into view beside you like a raccoon in designer knitwear, matching your pace with the quiet menace of someone who could charm a child and hex a CEO.

You didn’t even look at him. "Back off."

He blinked, all faux innocence. "This is a public sidewalk."

You glared at him. "So's a trash can."

"Harsh." He huffed, arms crossing in front of his chest like a scolded cat. Under his breath, he started muttering, something about revenge, something about tomorrow. Maybe glitter traps.

Maybe making you sweep the studio twice just so he could "supervise" from the beanbag chair like a tiny, unbothered boss.

You didn't ask. You weren't about to give him the satisfaction.

Instead, you lifted your chin like a battle-worn queen, walking faster now, sketchbook still under your arm like a weapon.

Whatever he does—whatever any of them do—you're ready.

As you continued your walk yet again, like some adventurer activating random NPC monologues, you saw him.

Mystery.

He stepped forward just to wave his hand. No words. Just a...gesture.

You blinked, a little confused, but still replied. "...See you tomorrow."

That earned you a flicker of a smile before he fell back. And that made your lips curve up. Just a little.

Okay, fine. He is cute.

Again, not that you'd say it out loud. God forbid one of them heard.

Unlike a certain someone who thought sarcasm was flirting and eyeliner made him invincible, all of them were idiots. Chaos wrapped in expensive cologne and questionable decision-making.

You were used to chaos. It almost made you uneasy when they weren't around.

And maybe, just maybe, that was the reason you never fully shoved them away.

They were annoying. Distracting. Unreasonably sparkly for your eyes... but they were also kind of—ugh—endearing. In a loser, try-hard, "we're definitely failing this mission but still doing finger hearts" kind of way.

You wouldn't say it to their faces. You had panels to finish. Rent to pay. A story back home that didn’t involve dodging demon-idols like you were in some cursed rom-com.

But you could spare five minutes. Maybe ten. Just long enough to pretend you weren't starting to care.

And finally...him.

Of course all five of them would show up right when you were trying to leave.

You didn't even flinch when Jinu appeared like some smug apparition, waving lazily before falling into step beside you like he belonged there.

You rolled your eyes.

There he went again, playing gentleman like he hadn't let that door close in your face this morning, or called your mattress a 'commoner bed.'

You didn't notice it at first, too busy sulking about his nerve and how this man probably dried his tears with designer cologne samples, but his smile twitched. Just slightly.

Then he looked at you, really looked. Like the words had tripped some kind of wire in his head. Soul.

His gaze lingered, curious now. Calculating, and a touch of amusement. Was that just a throwaway line? A sarcastic jab?

Or were you hinting?

You kept walking, completely unbothered. Maybe a little smug. Like someone who knew exactly what you said and didn’t care if it landed.

Jinu chuckled under his breath, more to himself than anything. "Careful." He murmured. "You say things like that, someone might actually come for it."

You thought of a comeback, something about how they're welcome to try, especially when you don't make enough for rent, but then you noticed: he was still walking with you.

You gave him a slow, suspicious glance. "You planning to follow me all the way to the bus stop or what?"

He grinned like this was the most casual thing in the world. "What, and miss this charming walk?"

You rolled your eyes. "You're not slick. You're just tall and well-lit."

"Guilty."

You didn't give him the satisfaction of laughing. Instead, you kept walking—shoulders tense, jaw set, and absolutely determined to ignore how he still hadn’t left.

But eventually, near the next corner, Jinu slowed his steps.

"Guess this is where I peel off." He said lightly, head tipping toward the alleyway. "Don't miss me too much."

You didn’t answer. Just waved him off without looking, or maybe practically shooed him.

Jinu watched you for a beat longer than necessary. Not just out of amusement anymore. There was something else now.

He turned, heading toward the alley, cool as ever. Or at least, trying to be.

...Only to immediately trip over a loose crate someone had left by the wall.

It wasn't dramatic. Just a sharp thud of a foot hitting wood, followed by a clumsy half-step and a quiet curse as he caught himself against the brick.

You stopped walking.

Jinu cleared his throat like he hadn't just almost fallen flat on his handsome face. "That was a—strategic pivot."

You heard him say those words from behind. That was definitely a crate collision. A soft scuffle. Some kind of grunt. The universal sound of "I meant to do that" followed by several seconds of oh no I didn’t.

You raised a brown then turned.

There he was—Jinu, Mister I-seduce-with-my-voice, straightening like nothing happened, hand casually braced against the wall like he wasn’t one misstep away from shattering his cool factor into a million tragic pieces.

You blinked again, then snorted. "Seriously?"

He met your gaze with the stubborn pride of a man who would never admit to tripping, even if you had video footage, witness testimonies, and a soundtrack of slapstick violin.

"I was surveying the ground." He said, completely deadpan.

You stared a beat longer. And then your lips twitched.

A breath of laughter escaped. Real and unexpected. You didn’t even mean for it to come out. "The leader of dorks…"

Jinu froze.

Not because of what he heard but because of what he saw.

That was the first time he'd seen you smile like that. Not a smirk. Not a tired, caffeine-deprived grimace. But a proper smile. Real, and unfiltered. Like something broke through your sarcasm firewall for a second and said surprise! humanity.

And worst part—it looked good on you.

Like, really good.

There was a moment. A weird, annoying moment where the world briefly went soft-focus and his heart gave the most inconvenient little thud like it was auditioning for your approval. How rude. How treacherous.

And most definitely embarrassing.

He glanced away quickly, brushing nonexistent dust off his sleeve. "Watch your step." He muttered, clearly referring to himself and clearly pretending he meant it as deep, wise advice.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "See you tomorrow, Mister-switch."

He recovered just enough to throw the parting shot over his shoulder.

"Not if I see you first."

"Pff—sure." You snorted, shaking your head as you waved him off with a lazy little flick of your fingers. The smile stuck, annoyingly enough.

You weren't about to admit it, but… that may or may not have lifted your mood.

A little. Maybe.

"Keke...heh.."

Whatever. He still tripped.

Jinu stared and watched. He didn't moved right away, not until you disappeared around the corner.

And even then, he stood there for a second longer than necessary, staring at the empty space where your laugh had just been.

What the hell was that.

That was not part of the plan. That was not part of any plan. He was supposed to be cold, composed, vaguely threatening. Not… swooning like a man in a budget romance drama who just got saved from emotional death by a smile and a half-sarcastic insult.

He ducked into the alley, checked his surroundings, and stepped into shadow.

And just like that, he vanished.

But his pride? That stayed behind. On the sidewalk. Next to the stupid crate.

Jinu didn't disappear, not completely, because he stayed nearby.

And right now, he's perched atop a building across the street, crouched like a gargoyle with his silky hair flowing with the wind.

Dramatic, pointless, and... completely unnecessary. But fitting.

He watched you walk, still heading for the bus stop where fewer people lingered at this hour. Good.

Then it happened—a ripple. A flicker in the air. Like a tear splitting through the atmosphere itself.

He didn't move.

Just watched, every muscle in his body strung tight as the demon stepped out, slinking toward you like shadow given teeth.

You noticed.

But there was no scream. No dramatic gasp. Just a shift in your weight, the widening of your eyes—like your brain said "run" and your body said "fight."

And somehow, you did both.

It wasn't graceful. No summoned weapons. No elegant energy flares like the kind Huntrix used. You didn't even look magical. You looked cornered. Tired, and maybe even furious...?

And somehow still fast enough to dodge that first strike.

You grabbed the nearest object. A bike lock.

Was it even yours? Who knew. It looked like it had been abandoned on a pile of crates, maybe stolen, maybe cursed, maybe both.

But you gripped it anyway, rusted chain and all, and swung like you meant to knock the demon back into whatever budget horror film it crawled out of.

It screeched, stumbling, and you didn’t stop.

You kicked like you'd seen it in a street brawl scene, elbowed like you remembered from a how-to diagram, and maybe even threw in a spin from that one anime you half-watched while doing laundry.

It wasn't elegant. It wasn't trained. But it worked.

Self-defense. Pure, frantic instinct. The kind of grit born from late-night walks and too many true crime podcasts.

The demon hissed again before clawing at air and vanishing through the rift, which snapped shut with a warped hum. A few people glanced over—confused, too slow to make sense of anything.

You stood there, panting. Shaken, but clearly alive.

Then you looked down at the bike lock in your hand—ew. It was rusting, dented, and possibly biologically hazardous.

You squinted at it like it betrayed you mid-fight. "Great. If that thing doesn’t kill me, the tetanus will."

You glanced once over your shoulder, half-expecting the freak in the weird getup to come sprinting back with backup. But the alley was empty.

Gone. Just like that.

You furrowed your brows. 'What, did they just... run off? Through a manhole? That a cosplay villain or a track star?'

Either way, you weren't about to stick around to find out.

"Hope you get tetanus." You muttered toward the empty street—petty, winded, but absolutely victorious.

And then, without another thought, you bolted.

"...?"

Jinu didn't move. Didn't breathe for a second.

He hadn't seen everything, not the little details such as the tremor in your fingers or the disbelief in your eyes just that he saw enough.

You fought. And won.

With a rusted bike lock you picked out of trash like a last-minute boss fight drop.

He blinked once. Slowly.

Are you with Huntrix? Or just stupidly brave?

Were those moves actual technique? Or did you piece them together from Netflix, caffeine, and rage?

His eyes followed where the rift had closed. Then drifted back down to where you'd stood, where the bike lock had clattered to the ground after you'd taken off, forgotten.

He stared at it like it might answer for you, like it was some kind of cursed artifact.

A long beat passed.

Jinu's golden eyes narrowed as he went into deep thought, analyzing every possible detail—your stance, your grip, the swing of the bike lock. He mentally replayed it all, frame by frame.

The way you reacted, the seconds between noticing the threat and responding. The moment your body chose to fight.

You shouldn't have been able to do that. Not like that. Not with that.

Not against something like that.

And yet… you did.

He knew people could fight back under pressure. He'd seen it—adrenaline, desperation, muscle memory, bad luck wrapped in wild luck. Some humans were tough, some were clever, some were just too stubborn to go down.

Maybe you were one of those.

But still. The timing. The way you moved. The flash of your eyes like you knew what you were up against.

It didn't sit right.

He stayed silent, still as shadow on the rooftop, eyes tracking your form until it vanished into the dark. Confused. Curious. Conflicted.

And maybe just a little concerned. Not because he thought you were weak.

But because what if you weren't?

Day 5: Weapons of Mass Distraction

The rehearsal room was chaos.

Not the kind of chaos that looked productive—no, this was pure, unfiltered boyband entropy. Someone was messing with the Bluetooth speaker.

Romance was mid-vocal warmup and had already changed outfits twice. Abby was stretching in front of a mirror like it owed him money. Baby sat upside down on the couch for no reason other than to judge them from a physically impossible angle.

Jinu watched it all unfold with the calm exasperation of a man trying very hard not to commit murder.

"We debut in two days." He said, not for the first time.

Romance hummed a high note in response.

Jinu’s eye twitched. "I'm serious. If we don't stick to rehearsal—"

"She was here earlier." Baby said suddenly, flipping upright with the eerie grace of a cat sensing prey.

Everyone paused.

Romance perked up immediately. "Was she?" He turned, checking his reflection in the window like he could replay the moment. "What was she wearing?"

"Coffee-stained hoodie. Same one from yesterday," Baby replied, thinking back to the memory. "Same tired expression. Same fashion crimes."

He muttered the last part like an afterthought, a little too quiet. "Same unexplainable charm."

Abby let out a low whistle, not paying attention to whatever Baby said under his breath. "Damn. You clocked her like a sniper."

Romance arched a brow. "Didn't know you cared that much."

"I don't. I just have eyes." Baby scoffed, already regretting everything. Then, in a matter-of-fact tone, he added, "It's called observation."

Jinu looked skyward, as if begging for patience or divine smiting.

"Guys." Jinu snapped, his voice sharp as he found their nonsense tiring. "Focus."

His eyes were narrowed, cold, and the way his fingers tapped rhythmically against his arm screamed barely restrained irritation.

"We're not here to flirt. Or play games. Or trail after her like lost puppies." He paused, the corner of his lips twitching out of frustration. "This is starting to look pathetic."

He let out a sigh before he went on. "We've spent more time this week tracking a staff girl with questionable sleeping habits and a caffeine dependency than actually rehearsing."

Romance raised a hand. "What if it's dignified pining?"

Jinu didn't even blink, didn't bother to put on a reaction. "You don't pine. You pose."

"And accessorize." Romance added under his breath.

He was ignored.

Jinu continued, his voice low, clipped and controlled. "You've all forgotten the bigger picture. We're not here for her."

His gaze flicked toward the large mirror, like they held answers no one else could see.

"We stick to the mission. Observe. Wait. Don’t draw attention." Then after a breath, he added, "Especially not from her."

"She has great hands." Abby muttered while rubbing the back of his neck. "Caught her sketching earlier. Thought she was talking to herself, but I swear I heard her say my traps were 'villain-coded.'"

He paused, then shrugged with a smug grin as he checked his reflection. "Not sure what that means, but I looked it up. It's... kinda flattering?"

Romance, who was now flipping through his phone without looking up, snorted. "Maybe she meant you look like the kind of guy who dies halfway through a revenge arc."

Baby deadpanned. "Or maybe she was drawing how to kill you. Probably all of us."

"She'd make it look aesthetic." Jinu said dryly. For someone who'd just finished scolding them all, he'd joined in a little too easily. "Title it something like, ‘How to Un-alive Five Men and Still Make Rent.'"

A beat of silence followed before they all stared.

Jinu blinked, realization creeping in half a second too late.

"...Anyway." He muttered as he redirected his glare at the floor. "Stick to the mission."

"No one's stopping you from checking her sketchbook." Abby fired back, folding his arms. "Oh wait— none of you've been able to."

Silence.

"Yet you didn't peek either." Romance said, side-eyeing him. "For all we know, there's a full-blown assassination storyboard in there. Panel one: you smiling. Panel two: you, beheaded."

Abby looked mildly offended. "She wouldn't."

The room paused. Silent.

Baby blinked then raised a brow. "You mean… betray us? Like, actively?"

Jinu gave him a flat look. "Well, she's weird. Suspicious. Might be working for Huntrix. Or maybe just high on espresso and vengeance."

"She looked sincere." Abby insisted, folding his arms. "Besides, have you seen how she reacts when we flirt? She flinches like we're trying to sell her cursed NFTs. No way someone that consistent is faking it."

Romance hummed thoughtfully. "I don't know... that could be part of the act. Like reverse psychology. Or trauma."

"Or," Baby cut in flatly, his eyes scanning the room before jabbing a thumb at his own face, "She's made of steel. Be real—what kind of person is immune to this?"

He gestured vaguely to all of himself, like the sheer audacity of anyone not falling at his feet was a cosmic insult.

Romance didn’t even blink. "Maybe someone with taste."

Abby cracked his neck. "Or someone with working eyes."

Baby glared at the two demons as they high-fived like villains congratulating each other on a heist. (This is why his best friend is Mystery. At least he doesn’t talk.)

Jinu exhaled sharply through his nose. "She's been guarding that sketchbook like it’s a vault. We still don’t know what’s in it."

Romance didn't even flinch. "Oh, please. If anyone's getting offed first, it's you. She probably draws you as the comedic relief that dies to raise the stakes."

Abby let out a loud snort. "So I'm what, the sexy second to go? Damn. At least give me a dramatic death."

Despite the chaos, Mystery remains silent.

But from where he stood, partially shadowed, his eyes lingered on the window like he could still see her walking away. He’d barely moved the entire conversation.

"She smiled." He said suddenly. He blurted out the thought.

The room turned toward him.

"What?" Jinu asked, caught off guard.

Mystery didn’t elaborate much. Just, "When she handed me coffee this morning. First time."

Silence. And not the chill kind.

Jinu blinked once. Slowly.

Because somewhere, behind the stern leader programming and near-death debut stress, his brain short-circuited into a half-second flashback.

That smile from last night. The one you gave him after calling him a dork. He remembered how it hit him like a slap and a hug at the same time.

And now Mystery got one too?

His eyes narrowed a fraction. Not at Mystery, but at... the air. The corner of the wall. Himself. Anyone nearby. Like he was trying to detect a glitch in the matrix.

Did you show a better smile? Was it longer? Voluntary?

"No. She's warming up to him." Baby said flatly, like the words left a bad taste in his mouth.

He didn't like how fast that question formed. Or how it stayed.

Romance cracked the tension first, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. "She’s warming up to us! Knew it."

He didn't even look at Mystery—just stared ahead, bored, unblinking, and vaguely betrayed.

"I hand her bunny-shaped paperclips. Re-labeled prop storage. Helped her haul five boxes of tangled extension cords." He tapped his lollipop against his thigh, expression unreadable. "Mystery breathes near a coffee machine and suddenly he's soulmate-coded?"

He popped the lollipop back into his mouth like punctuation, sharp and sweet and just a little bitter.

"Wild."

"...Or she's playing us." Jinu spoke after giving Baby a weird look. "This isn't a game. We're two days from debut. If she's with them, if she's here to derail us—"

"Then she's doing a terrible job." Abby cut in. "She's barely talked to us unless cornered, and the last time Baby asked for help, she nearly smacked him with a prop sword."

"She did?" Romance perked up immediately, standing to inspect his reflection in the window. "You think she meant that in a good way?"

"She also called Romance's jawline 'shonen protagonist-tier.'" Baby added reluctantly, brow slightly furrowed. The words tasted foreign, like something pulled from a fandom wiki he hadn't read.

There was a pause.

"...What's a shonen?" Abby asked.

"Anime thing... I think." Baby muttered, eyes narrowing slightly like accessing internal memory logs. He made a mental note to look it up later.

If it turned out to be an insult, he was absolutely going to rub it in later.

Romance tilted his head, squinting at his jawline like it might answer for him.

"Whatever it is, sounds like I'm the main character." He shifted slightly in the light, nodding to himself. "You think she'd like this lighting?"

Abby made a noise somewhere between a grunt and a laugh.

He couldn't. The demon. The way you fought it. Not cleanly. Not like Huntrix would've. But raw. Real. Maybe even desperate.

...And that laugh—small, stupid, bright in all the wrong ways, still echoed in his head like a bug in the system.

He'd folded in ten seconds. And now here he was, glitching like a confused NPC while Mystery got his own moment delivered with caffeine and a post-it.

He swallowed the thought.

Then exhaled through his nose—sharp, like punctuation to the noise in his head.

"I saw [Y/n] last night."

Four heads snapped toward him.

Romance blinked. "Okay— what?"

"You mean when we all saw her?" Abby said, brows lifting. "Because I definitely remember the part where she told me she says goodbye only to people she likes."

"Right, and I saw her smile at Mystery like he personally handcrafted the sun." Baby scoffed, tone dry as dust.

Then he muttered, "So unless she proposed with a bouquet of sharpies and despair, shut up."

Jinu's eyes swept across them like a fed-up homeroom teacher counting how many brain cells had left the room. He didn’t sigh, or even yell.

He just said, "After."

Like a parent delivering the final warning before turning the car around.

He didn’t wait for anyone to respond as he continued. "She fought a demon."

Silence fell like someone had hit mute on the universe. Even the Bluetooth speaker gave up.

Romance's playful veneer evaporated. "Are you serious?"

A pause. Then, with a flicker of something almost like disbelief, maybe even amusement, he added, "...She used a bike lock."

"There was no spiritual energy." Jinu said, eyes turning sharp. "Just instinct... and street-level survival."

There was a beat of silence. Then—

"A what now?" Abby asked, blinking.

"A bike lock." Jinu repeated, tone dry. "Rusted. Looked like it had been sitting in garbage for a decade."

Romance slowly lowered the coffee he wasn’t drinking. "Please tell me she didn’t strangle it with the power of sanitation violations."

Baby looked, genuinely impressed. "No spiritual energy. No weapons. Just a tetanus booster and blind rage. I respect it."

"You said she fought it off?" Mystery asked quietly.

Jinu nodded once. "Kicks. Elbows. She moved like someone trying to stay alive...not win a fight."

"Street survival." Abby muttered, now actually considering it. "She's done this before?"

"Or she got lucky." Jinu said again, quieter. "Too lucky."

Romance sighed and leaned back into the cushions. "So what I'm hearing is: she's not only artsy and mysterious—she's now also feral and terrifying. Great. Add that to the list."

Baby raised a brow. "You mean the list titled 'Reasons She'll Never Like You Back'?"

"That list's a scroll." Abby added with a little laugh.

Romance didn't even argue. Just sipped his empty mug with tragic dignity.

Jinu, meanwhile, was still.

"We still don't know what she is," He said tightly with a sigh and shake of his head.

Silence took over the group, though only a few seconds.

Abby calmly spoke with a raised brow, "You didn't think maybe that was important to bring up before we spiraled about cursed NFTs and sketchbook espionage?"

"I was waiting for the right moment." Jinu muttered, defensive but flat.

"The right moment was twenty minutes ago." Baby deadpanned, voice flat as a ruler.

Mystery, from where he leaned, gave a slow nod of agreement.

Jinu didn't respond. Not to that. Not to any of it.

Because the worst part? He wasn't sure who he was protecting anymore.

You, or himself.

[got-the-cheese-touch]

More Than a Name - prologue

Harry Potter x Sirius Black's Daughter!Reader

slowburn harry potter x reader

summary: your childhood is tragic. but then you meet Remus Lupin. and he helps you plant roots.

content: angst will turn into fluff, dw (wolfstar if you stare really hard at it for too long) try to find the all the young dudes reference.

a/n: okay, here's the prologue. i'm really nervous, i've never shared my writing so hopefully it's not shitty.

trigger warnings: this contains pretty heavy stuff!!! reader was told she had hallucinations. abuse in a hospital/foster care setting. mentions of her mistreatment. remus was not mentally well after sirius died, so there are some mental health issues implied. user was put on meds and therapy testing. its character development, y'all i swear i have a plan. no use of y/n, i describe the reader being small (only because she's a little kid rn)

word count: ~ 4k

ty to @thecutestgrotto for the dividers <3

Your childhood was one that was void of certainty. You existed through suitcases and trunks that were never unpacked. A bedroom never decorated. A plant with no roots can never truly grow. You yourself were the result of something short lived. A one night stand. Your mother was young when you were born. Too young to want to keep you. Your father? As tangible as the wind itself. You were told he was arrested before he could meet you, before he could take you in. (You’d learn later that he cried harder when he heard you were in the muggle foster system than when he learned his sentence for Azkaban. He knew what happened to young wizards on their own.) If only he could have protected you from the inexplicable events that wreaked mayhem wherever you went. 

Hospitals would diagnose you, medicate you, and try to pick your brain. Hippie foster families would try to meditate away the craziness in your mind. Hallucinations, they said. A teenage girl running straight into the brick wall dividing platforms at King’s Cross. A woman that became a cat. Owls flutter about during the day. They were all things that should’ve been cured by pills. Foster families were frightened by your condition. Hospitals were perplexed. Special homes wanted to cure you with alternative practice. (The smell of sage still makes you want to vomit.) 

But it all changed the day two, kind looking men came and visited you in the St. Bernadette’s Home for Mentally Troubled Youth. The last resort. You sat on the bed, waiting for a med call. Your legs kicked impatiently, your arms were scarred and you picked nervously at your skin; so far in your own haze that you didn’t see the door open. You had scars from injection treatment, punishment from teachers, from angry foster parents, or the cruelty of other children. You were unhealthy. Your hair was wild, so were your eyes. His eyes. It startled Remus when he saw just how much you resemble your father. That wildness in your eyes, the way you sat with a bouncing leg. He saw your scars and the bruises around your wrists from being roughed by medical staff. He wanted to throw up. 

The creak of the wooden floor startled you. Your eyes shot up, expecting to see the angry glare of a doctor. Instead, you saw two strangers. The first was an old man with a long white beard. You were never lucky enough or so well behaved that you got visits from Santa Claus but you guessed that this is what he’d look like. He was thinner than the magical man who delivered gifts, though. He smiled at you and tilted his head, correcting the small glasses he wore on his nose. He looked at you like he knew you all your life, like he had known you before you were born. Trailing a bit behind him was a taller, nervous looking man. His sweater was pushed to his elbows and you saw his skin was scarred like yours. But his were older, deeper. Like he had tried to claw his way out of his skin. He had curly hair and sharp eyes. Not unfriendly, you thought, but withered. Like he spent his whole life waiting for a rest that wouldn’t come. When the older man spoke your name, you almost didn’t recognize it. 

You hadn’t heard your name spoken so softly. It was foreign. 

He sat down next to you and shook your hand. It was the first touch that you felt in a long time that wasn’t punishing. 

“I am Albus Dumbledore.” He said with a smile, like he’s letting you in on a secret. “Do you know who I am, young lady?” he chuckled softly when you shook your head. “No? I figured.” 

“Sir, we don’t have much time.” The nervous man’s voice was rasping and cozy. Like a scratchy woolen blanket, you thought. 

“Yes, yes,” Dumbledore waved his hand dismissively, turning back to you “I’ve come to take you away from here, child. I’m terribly sorry I took so long. I’ve only just come to learn about your state here, please forgive me.”  He truly sounded regretful. Like he himself had scarred you. “How would you like a new school? A new place to live?”

“What- Take me away?” You said, scrambling up, panicked. They’d take you to another hospital, somewhere worse. You always went somewhere worse once people picked you up from your foster homes and schools. “No, no, please I’m doing better. I'll do the therapy, the- the testing. I can’t- please, please- I’ve been trying-” Your breath was shaky, pleading. The tall man with the sweater looked away.

Remus wanted to cry. He bit the inside of his cheek and tried to focus on anything except the fact that you were Sirius’s daughter. That you were so much like him. But you weren’t like the bright, lively boy whom he spent his youth with. You were like the dull, timid creature who survived hell in Grimmauld place. 

“I promise you, it will be better, child. I can’t explain much now but we know the place for you, alright dear? You’ll be hurt no longer, I swear it.” the old man held out a wrinkly pinky finger, adorned with rings. A promise. You didn’t trust him, but you knew that adults didn’t like when you didn’t follow what they said. You looped your finger around his and nodded. 

Minutes later, you were out of the gloomy brick building that was St. Bernadette’s. You packed up your suitcase (not much packing was needed) and you were out. Just like that. The two men had stepped away from you for a moment. The taller one was upset. The two talked in hushed voices. 

“Professor, I- I can’t. In my state? I’m not- not fit for a child, let alone Sirius’s child.” You didn’t know who Sirius was. 

“You’re the closest family she has now. Her and Harry, poor things.” You didn’t know a Harry either. “There will be help for you, Remus. When your condition flares up, she will be in good hands. Hagrid can watch her, so can Minerva. But we cannot have her in a Muggle’s care any longer. Look at the poor thing.” Dumbledore placed a hand on Remus’s shoulder. “I trust you with this Lupin; he would’ve trusted you too.” With that, Dumbledore strolled inside, to talk to the doctors, you assumed. 

You were sitting on the steps outside of the building as the old man talked with the doctor’s inside. Next to you, the tall man who had yet to speak to you sat on the step. You learned his name was Remus. His long legs stretched in front of him. He said your name, just as gently as Dumbledore had.

“How old are you, mate?” He asked, glancing over at you, moving your small suitcase out of the puddle you had put it down in. You thought for a moment.

“I’m six and a half.” You replied. You weren’t sure if you really had gained that half of a year but the number made you sound older, stronger. It seemed to take something out of Remus though. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh. He looked tired again.

“Merlin, Padfoot, what have you done?” He said to himself. Six years. Six years since James and Lily. Six years since Sirius. Six years since that cowardly rat, Wormtail disappeared. Six years old. She's so young, he thought. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments. 

“I was a lot like you, you know.” He said, not making eye contact. “I went to a school like this one. Where people tried to help me but never could.” He pulled at a weed that sprouted between the cracks of the step. He turned it between his fingers before tossing it. 

“Is that where you got those scars?” You ask. Your voice was quiet but curious, you didn’t want to offend him.

“Some of them. But most of ‘em have faded.” He didn’t offer any more explanation than that. You didn’t pry. He pulled out his wallet. It contained a few bills you didn’t recognize, an old train ticket, a few coins, and a crumpled up photo. He slid out the page and unfolded it, holding it out for you to see. The bodies on the page seemed to move. You needed your medication, your hallucinations were vivid. Almost real. “Look here, kid.” He pointed to a figure “Here I am,” he slid his finger to another figure on the paper, the face too old and blurry to make out. “That there is Sirius. That’s your dad.” You stared at the shifting figure. You didn’t have the chance to say anything. Dumbledore walked outside, slipping what looked like a stick into a pocket of his robe. How silly, you thought. 

After a word with Remus, Dumbledore had seemingly vanished out of thin air and you walked hand in hand with the tall man, away from the terrible building. You got onto a train with him, still waiting for the moment you’d learn about the new trial they’d test on you or the new medicine that would make you stop hallucinating. You fell asleep curled up into the seat. Remus felt a tug at his ribs. You were too much like Sirius. 

When you woke up, you were in bed. It was small but it was more comfortable than any bed in any hospital you'd ever been in. When Remus checked in on you, he explained a few things. You were going to live with him for a while and that you should try to call this place home.

He made you toast. He spread out four different kinds of spread on each corner and cut it nicely. Moony toast, he called it. You ate it alongside him quietly. You’d be happy to stay with him if you could eat toast like this. 

“Are you my new dad?” You asked between bites. This made him flinch. He thought about what to say for a long time before he sighed. 

“Just eat your toast, mate.”

Life with Remus wasn’t easy, but it was happy. You finally had roots. You laughed with him and he’d patch up your knees when you fell. He’d disappear for a few days every month and he’d come back looking hurt but you got used to it. Besides, kind people watched you while he was gone. Sometimes, a cat would just sit on the window and watch you when you were alone. She would let you pet her while Remus went on day trips to get his own medication. You thought it was weird but you couldn’t complain.

For the first time, you had your own room. You decorated it with Remus, too. You folded paper and made little garlands. He gave you some posters from your dad. He gave you lots of Sirius’s stuff, in fact. Your favorite was an old worn leather jacket. It swallowed you up but you would use it as a blanket at night. You imagined your dad wearing it. It made Remus happy when you wore it. So you rarely took it off. You also got lots of photos. Boxes of them. Some were taken from Sirius’s camera, which Remus kept for himself. This time, when you saw some of these photos moving, you learned they weren’t hallucinations. 

When you were old enough, Dumbledore came back. You remembered his kindness so you trusted him fully when he explained to you about wizards and witches. You were sad when you learned of your father and his crimes. Remus tensed when Dumbledore explained this.

Dumbledore told you everything, not even leaving out Remus’s lycanthropy. You never felt frightened. You loved your Remus. (You finally understood why the people that looked after you in his absence called him Moony.) For the first time, you weren’t afraid when you learned about a new school for you. Hogwarts was a magical school. One without doctors or therapy trials. You were excited to go and you would count the days to receive your acceptance letter.

The only upsetting thing, surprisingly, was when you realized that you weren’t a psycho. 

That you never hallucinated or needed therapy. 

You didn’t need to go through all of that testing.

The homes, the abuse, the scars and bruises.

You bled for nothing.

You weren't a kid who needed to be hit, you just needed a parent.

When he saw the look on your face, Remus became upset at this. He didn't like to think about what you went through. Didn't like thinking about the time before you were a silly, crazy kid. When you were small and bruised and looked like a caged animal. Like a wild dog.

Remus wiped his cheek.

You were mad. Mad at your teachers and doctors and previous foster parents. You were mad at your dad. Very mad at your dad. He couldn’t be there for you so you suffered. It’s his fault you were a wizard, it was his blood that made you be this way. It's him who made you see these things, so you blamed him.

Remus told you stories about Sirius to try to reassure you about your father. That he was good. He was funny and bright and just like you. It didn’t help though. You still resented Sirius. Maybe he wasn’t a killer, but he wasn’t there for you like he should have been. You heard stories of his family and friends. How he was a prankster. You loved to hear stories about him. Not because of your affection for your father, though.

You liked to hear stories of Sirius because Remus was happier talking about the past. He looked younger and brighter, a weight lifted when he told his stories. He darkened when you asked where his friends were; where Lily and James were. (You got him to tell you the full story a year later. He was adamant that your father wasn’t a killer. You agreed. Sirius Black wasn't guilty. After all, your Moony wouldn’t speak so fondly of a murderer.)

When you turned eleven and your letter for Hogwarts finally came, you were sad to leave. You were given a magic wand from Dumbledore which you were very scared you were going to break. You got books and supplies, all from the headmaster. You even got a nice letter from the cat who would watch you sometimes while Remus was away. This confused you. Apparently she taught there. (How a cat could teach a class at a school, you had no idea) This made Remus chuckle. "Good old Minnie." He murmured. You had no clue who Minnie was.

You packed up your bags and trunk. (which took a lot longer than it had in the past) and you went with Remus to the famed platform where a train would take you away to Hogwarts. You were scared. You didn’t want to be sent away again. Remus was reassuring, holding your hand the whole time. Even as you heard the train approaching the station. You noticed the looks people gave the two of you.

People who knew the tragedy of The Marauders, people who thought they knew the loss. Remus shrugged it off. “Just people I haven’t seen in a while, kid. Don’t think too much about it.” 

  He gave you explicit instructions. He showed you a newspaper and pointed to the boy on the cover. He was scrawny and he wore wire framed glasses. He had stringy brown hair. Harry was his name and Remus told you to find him quickly and become his friend. He was James and Lily's son.

He said you’d do each other some good; being tied together by the fraying strings of a friendship so close, it may have been a family. Harry was alone and you understood being alone. 

The train whistled, signalling the need for students to board. You looked at Remus and you started to cry. He pulled you into a hug. You didn’t realize he was crying too until you felt the wetness of his tears against your shoulder. He sniffed as he held you tightly. He loved you. He was just as much your father as Sirius was.

As he held you, he thanked whatever was up in the universe for sending you to him. He was on the brink of giving up when Dumbledore urged him to come save you from the terrible institution. Your childlike chaos filled the halls of his home that were once stuffy with grief. He once prayed and wished that he could look into Sirius’s eyes again - to hear his laugh. You gave him that. 

“Okay, kid” He pulled back from you and put his hands on either side of your head, kissing your hair with his eyes shut. You cried, looking up at him. He clutched onto Sirius’s leather jacket, Pulling it over your robes. It was still big on you but it wasn’t blanket sized anymore. Merlin, he really didn’t want you to leave. 

“Will I ever see you again, Moony?” You sobbed, looking up at him. You were desperate not to leave. 

His heart cracked. You thought he was sending you away for good. He said your name with a sniff, hugging you as another tear slipped “Oh, my dear of course you will. You’ll be home for Christmas, I promise.” He looked at you with an intensity, memorizing your little face before he had to say goodbye. With one last tight hug and a kiss on the head, he sent you off and watched as you scuttled into the train. 

Once on board, you were met with so much energy. Older and younger kids in a bustle of movement. You had never seen so many children so happy. Sure, you met kids at your past institutions but they were never lively. All of them were as beaten down as you used to be. But these kids, all dressed in robes like your own were joyful. You walked nervously down the line of compartments, Remus’s words looping through your mind. Harry Potter, just find Harry. He’ll be your friend. It’s in your blood. 

You passed some menacing kids in dark robes with green. They were calling other kids on the train names that you didn’t understand but you decided that you wanted to stay under their radar. You saw a couple of teenagers bullying a younger boy holding a toad. You decided then that you didn’t like those people wearing green. They all seemed dreadful.

After you passed all the horrible green-robed students, you were frantic to find an empty compartment. All of these kids already had friends. Your only friend was Moony, you didn’t know the first thing about meeting other people. Eventually you found an empty compartment and you sat down alone. You held on tightly to the leather jacket over your robes, knuckles white as you watched the landscape pass.

You were used to the silence, the hum of the car relaxing. But you didn’t get much time to revel in your lonesome because the compartment opened and a small boy stepped in shyly. The one kid on the train that you knew. 

He was thin with unbrushed hair. He looked like the man in some of Sirius's polaroids, you thought. Except his eyes. They were a stunning green.

“Is it okay if I sit with you?” He asked, pushing up his glasses, the nosepiece held together with tape. You nodded. “I’m Harry. Harry Potter.” He held out his hand for you to shake, which you took, greeting him as he sat down. He was just as nervous as you. But he seemed happy, excited.

You were just dreading being away from the only home you’ve known.

“It’s nice to meet you,” You said after you introduced yourself. “I was told to try to find you.” Harry was worried. He thought you’d barrage him with questions about the Dark Lord or ask him confusing questions that he didn’t understand. But instead you smiled nervously. “Our dads were best mates when they were in school.” 

Harry smiled. 

AAAH, if you read this far thank you. i really think this could be a cool series and i like how i'm planning to write the characters.

please tell me if you like this and if I should write the next chapter that's been brewing in my mind cauldron.

peace and love <33

(likes are appreciated but i'll fall in love with you if you reblog)

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hi dove! since you want requests, here’s one!

could i please have "are you cake? 'cause i want a piece of that." with lilia? maybe he’s trying to learn some slang to understand the youngsters more and decides to use it on his s/o?

but that’s just an idea, feel free to do whatever you like with the prompt! <3

I've gotten the most lilia requests from these prompts than anything else hehe... I see you guys

summary: "are you cake? 'cause i want a piece of that" type of post: short fic characters: lilia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, established relationship, short (more lilia content later dw), not proofread a part of this event

"Are you cake? 'Cause I want a piece of that,"

The reaction is immediate. You look at him from over your shoulder with a mystified expression, as if he had started speaking in tongues (which he does, sometimes).

It's enough to make him break character and giggle.

"Who taught you that?" you ask, turning to face him fully. "Cater again?"

Lilia tsks, waving his finger in your face. "I figured this one out all on my own. I'm not senile yet, you know,"

You roll your eyes and start walking down the hall, which he takes as a delicious invitation to tease you more.

He simply can't resist when it comes to you, and you know it.

Oh, you know him far too well.

"Aw... you didn't like it? Not even a little?" he feigns a pout, trailing alongside you. "I thought it was rather charming. Dashing, even! So much more colorful than the lines we had in my day..."

"Now I'm afraid to ask what those were," you sigh, though you're smiling.

He laughs again, amused by your attempt at acting annoyed. "I suppose I can spare you the burden of knowing. Shall I try another contemporary one?"

"Is it going to be corny?"

He smiles deviously. "Afraid so. I'm saving all my good ones for tonight, after all,"

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put me down!!

Barbarian bakugo x dragon kirishima x village reader one shot

a couple of village looters came and stole all the gold and valuables from your village. Now they stole you to go ontop of it.

Warning : violence, swearing (it’s mostly fluff Dw) toxic relationship at first

a/n can you really tell that I like writing this whole fantasy thing with mha? No? Okay then I’ll write more. I really wanted to play around with the Poly relationship idea because Ik there’s people who would like that. Hope you enjoy!

CRASH.

The screams of your peers rang in your ears as you trembled under the table in your modest cottage. Another distant scream, this time from a woman, was drowned out by the sound of things being thrown. You peered out from under the tablecloth, a loud thud came from your door. Oh god, they're in your house. They’re going to kill you too.

“I don’t see anyone.”

“I don’t see anything of value either, Kiri.”

Two male voices spoke while looking around your once peaceful home. You tried to crawl further under the table. Unfortunately, the sounds of your palms against the stone floor brought their attention. The loud thuds of boots came closer and closer.

“If there’s someone in there, don’t hurt them!” one of the voices exclaimed.

A large hand ripped the tablecloth off the table. The men could now see your trembling form underneath.

“I WON’T SAY OR DO ANYTHING, PLEASE DON’T HURT ME! I’M BEGGING YOU!” you screamed as the blonde man grabbed your arm and pulled you out from under the table.

“Relax, we’re not gonna hurt ya! We’re looting the city,” he grumbled, pulling you to stand on your feet.

“Wow! First actually attractive person in this whole city!” the red-headed man grinned. He looked like one of those dragon people you had seen and heard about in the stories and books your grandparents used to read.

“W-what are you guys… you’re not like murderers, are you? Like axe murderers?” you whimpered.

Suddenly, another crash boomed in the city. You screamed in surprise and covered your head with your hands. The two men looked at each other, nodded, then looked back at you. You were suddenly dragged out of your hut by the arm, all while screaming.

“Shut up! The more you scream, the more we’ll regret this!” the blonde grumbled and tossed you over his shoulder.

Suddenly, the once regular red-headed guy turned into a massive dragon. You went silent out of fear as the blonde climbed onto his back.

“Nope, nope, put me down!” you screamed.

“Do you want me to throw you off the dragon as he’s taking off? Because that’s gotta hurt!” the blonde exclaimed as the dragon began to lift off the ground.

“At least let me sit normally!” you cried.

The blonde man lifted you off his shoulder and placed you in front of him on the saddle that sat on the dragon’s neck. You whimpered as the village you once knew to be home grew further and further away in the distance.

“Why me? Why are you taking me?” you gripped onto the blonde’s pants.

“Because we took you, now shut up!” he groaned and leaned to talk to the dragon.

The dragon began to land about two hours later. You were scared out of your mind and, to be frank, you desperately wanted to go home, which was probably up in flames right now. The blonde man, who you discovered during the ride was named Bakugo Katsuki, placed you on the ground after getting off the dragon’s back himself. The dragon transformed into a 6ft tall man, stretching his back with a groan.

“We are never flying that far again. My back hurts,” he groaned.

You learned on the way to his den that his name was Kirishima. As you looked around the unfamiliar surroundings, a new wave of fear washed over you. Where were they taking you? What did they want with you? Your heart raced as you considered your options. Running away seemed impossible with these two powerful men.

Bakugo noticed your fear and sighed, "Look, we’re not going to hurt you. You’re safe with us for now."

"Why should I believe you?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

Kirishima stepped closer, his expression softening, "We’re not the monsters you think we are. We have our reasons for doing this. You’ll understand soon enough."

With no other choice you walked with them up the hill towards a cave, which no doubt was their den. “Why are you taking me…?” You asked weakly, tired from the ride “we uh.. just wanted…. A Uhm…” kirishima sighed “we wanted an extra person around.” He lied, not being able to say that him and bakugo were getting bored of each other and just wanted some sort of other person around, because to tell you that would’ve made you realise their just using you.

you looked down at the ground as kirishima and bakugo pushed open the entrance to their den, the red headed one grabbed your shoulder and pulled you inside, all though he was gentle with it unlike his blonde counterpart. They closed the den and you were in awe.

Bakugo and Kirishima's den was a hidden sanctuary nestled in a secluded glen, with an entrance concealed by ivy and foliage. Inside, the spacious main chamber was lit by torches, featuring rugged stone walls adorned with weapons and trophies, a central hearth, and a cozy living area filled with scavenged furniture and eclectic treasures

“Did you steal.. all of this…?” You turned to look at them “yep!” Kirishima grinned proudly “took fuckin ages” bakugo grumbled

As the days passed in Bakugo and Kirishima's den, you found yourself gradually adjusting to the peculiar rhythm of your new life. The initial terror and confusion were slowly replaced by a cautious curiosity, though the fear never entirely dissipated. Bakugo, with his brash demeanor, and Kirishima, with his unexpected warmth, created an environment that was as unpredictable as it was intriguing.

One evening, after another day spent in their hidden sanctuary, Bakugo and Kirishima sat you down near the hearth. The fire's warm glow danced on their faces, casting soft shadows and creating an almost intimate atmosphere.

"We need to talk," Bakugo began, his voice gruff but not unkind. "About why we brought you here."

Kirishima nodded, his red eyes reflecting the firelight. "We’ve been together for a long time, and while we’ve got a good thing going, we wanted to… spice things up a bit."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you listened, unsure of what they were leading up to.

"We’ve seen a lot of people in the villages we loot," Bakugo continued, his gaze intense. "But none of them caught our eye like you did."

Kirishima reached out and gently took your hand, his touch surprisingly tender. "We want you to be with us. Not just as a captive, but as a partner. We know this is a lot to take in, but we think you could make our lives… more complete."

You looked between the two of them, trying to process their words. "You want me to be… your lover?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bakugo smirked, a rare softness in his eyes. "Yeah. We know it sounds crazy, but give us a chance. Let us show you that this can work."

Over the next few days, their attempts to win you over became more apparent. Kirishima often cooked for you, his meals surprisingly delicious and comforting. He would sit with you, talking about his adventures and making you laugh with his stories. Bakugo, on the other hand, showed his care in more subtle ways. He made sure you were safe, his protective nature a constant presence. He even began to teach you how to defend yourself, his usually harsh training methods tempered with patience and encouragement.

One night, after a particularly exhausting training session, Bakugo handed you a small, intricately carved wooden figure. "Made this for you," he muttered, almost embarrassed. "Thought you might like it."

You took the figure in your hands, marveling at the craftsmanship. It was a tiny dragon, its wings outstretched in a graceful pose, every scale meticulously detailed. "Bakugo, this is... incredible. Thank you," you said, looking up at him with genuine appreciation.

He shrugged, trying to downplay his efforts. "It's nothing. Just figured you might need something to remind you that you're not alone here."

Kirishima, who had been watching from a distance, approached with a smile. "He's got a knack for these things, doesn't he? Always knew there was a soft side to you, Bakugo."

"Shut it, Kirishima," Bakugo grumbled, but there was no real anger in his voice.

As the days turned into weeks, you found yourself increasingly drawn to the two men. Their rough edges and fiery tempers were balanced by moments of surprising gentleness

One night, as the three of you sat by the fire, Kirishima looked at you with a hopeful smile. "So, what do you think? Could you see yourself staying with us, not because you have to, but because you want to?"

You took a deep breath, your heart full of conflicting emotions. "I… I think I could. But this is all so new to me. I'll need time."

Bakugo nodded, his expression softening. "Take all the time you need. We're not going anywhere." He grumbled with his usual deep voice

Kirishima squeezed your hand, his smile widening. "We’ll wait for as long as it takes. Just know that we want you here, with us."

that night was…. Awkward. You laid in bed with them as bakugo and kirishima snored… they seemed nice.. maybe you could get used to them

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The Glory dating headcannon

(Boys Edition) ☘️

Characters: Jeon Jae-jun,Joo Yeo-jeong,Son Myeong-o,Ha Do-yeong, Ha Do-yeong

Note: Reader gender is netrual, so this goes for everyone basically, if youre uncomfortable with any of these characters you can skip ☘️ also TW for some characters here

MASTERLIST SONG

Jeon Jae-jun

This guy has no experience when it comes to dating; his lifestyle has revolved around hookups and nothing more—until he met you.

At first, he treated you just like anyone else he had met. He had zero respect for you, only using you when it pleased him. Afterwards, he would buy you an expensive gift to make up for his behavior.

Eventually, you’ll become fed up with him and start ignoring him, realizing that you two weren’t really dating. Of course, he’ll be upset, but he won’t reach out; instead, he’ll find someone else. After some time, when he sees you talking and laughing with another guy, that’s when the alarm bells go off for him, igniting his rage.

Not only does he wait for the other guy to be alone so he can beat him up, but he also plans to ensure the guy never visits or talks to you again, let alone sees you. Later, he might come to your apartment, angry with bloody hands and looking for a fight. Before you even have a chance to react, he could grab your neck harshly and kiss you.

After everything that happens, he might try to change. He keeps you on a short leash to maintain control, still showering you with gifts—mostly to show off that he “owns” you. These gifts often include necklaces, rings, shoes, and bags. (Clearly, he's a red flag guy.)

Joo Yeo-jeong

He has no experience with dating; he's never had the time for it, and even if he did, he never wanted to date. Later on, he’ll learn about dating through you (dw, this guy has definitely watched romantic movies and Googled how to date).

This guy knows everything about you without you even telling him. He never mentions it, thinking it might creep you out, so he keeps it to himself.

He’s such a sweetheart, He definitely cooks for you and makes you tea when you're sick or when you come home from work. He gets a kick out of playing the role of a caretaker/doctor, always making sure you're healthy, and he frequently reminds you to take your vitamins.

However, there’s something a bit unsettling about him he definitely has a GPS tracker on your phone. He knows it’s wrong, but he wants to ensure you're okay. He trusts you, but he’s just paranoid about something happening to you or the possibility of you leaving him.

He always plans the dates, and everything has to go according to his plan. Whether it’s a fancy restaurant, nighttime park walks, or movies, you can bet he’ll make it happen.

Son Myeong-o

He has some experience when it comes to dating, but none of his relationships have been serious, they usually consist of one-night stands followed by quick breakups.

When he started dating you, it was awkward, and the relationship felt unstable. He occasionally buys you gifts or takes you out on dates, but you often struggle to find common topics to discuss.

He tends to be pushy, frequently expressing how much he loves you and how he sees a future together. However, coming from someone who sometimes behaves erratically, his words sound ridiculous to you.

He’s very protective of you and loves to show you off to others, highlighting how amazing and gorgeous you are. He likely carries photos of you in his wallet or on his tablet, even saving voice messages from your calls.

He never lets you meet his friends because he worries they might make fun of him for being involved with you. If they do talk negatively about you, he gets really upset. However, he'll stay with you no matter what, even until the end of his days.

Ha Do-yeong

He has experience from his previous blind dates and gained valuable knowledge from them. After his divorce with his ex wife, he started dating you since you both work in the same workplace.

Due to his past experiences with his wife, it took him some time to fully open up to you. He was interested in you, but he was still processing everything that had happened, and moving on was difficult for him. He wasn’t even sure if he truly loved his ex-wife or not.

When you first started dating, he was emotionally distant and rarely talked about his feelings, which led to problems in the relationship. He sometimes remained distant in general, until you confronted him about it. Once he realized the damage he was causing, he began to open up more.

Sometimes, you both would play Go, and he would teach you how to play until you eventually managed to beat him at the game. Regardless, you both enjoyed your time together, and eventually, you would make dinner together, eat, and then go to sleep. After that, he became more present in your life and even introduced you to his daughter.

Ha Do-yeong

This guy has experience in dating but has never genuinely cared for any of the relationships he's had, he only found enjoyment in them, especially in observing their reactions—whether happiness, sadness, or fear in their eyes.

Before he went to jail, he started dating you but viewed you as nothing more than a tool for his own purposes. No matter how hard you tried to connect with him, he would merely pretend like you "understand him", feeling pressure from your attempts to bond. He would buy you flowers and could be romantic at times, but he was also a very sadistic person.

He wanted control over your life to him, you existed solely for his enjoyment. This mindset led him to murder the guy you were speaking to. He wasn't discreet about the murder, in fact, he wanted you to feel that fear of him. His motive for killing wasn’t jealousy, but rather pure boredom.

Even though he is still in jail, he continues to write to you and often thinks about the fearful expression on your face the day you discovered not only that he had murdered one person, but two. Reading his letters is an unpleasant experience.

[buttercatrho]

MAP part for the Umi no Koe MAP with crosscode horrayy You can go here for the yt video it shows the process But also I made up an AU specifically for this MAP part and will now proceed to yap. Crosscode Spoilers.

The basic summary of this AU is that Satoshi did not agree to Sidwell funding his Evotar project, instead separating from Instatainment and researching and developing it independently along with Shizuka, Sergey and Gautham. Basically removes the direct/stronger character horrors which is the prompt for the map, PTSD-less Shizuka horrayyyy.

More detailed AU ramblings/plot stuff.

The Evotar project is less a completely independent project and more an independent modding project, as Evotars still rely completely on the crosscode and exist purely through instant matter avatars, and is against TOS/ not legal (IDK how illegal modding online multiplayer games is irl but seeing as the Crossgear has the ability to do such wonderful things as torture someone if you turn off a limiter (assumedly i don't see how that would be limited to just Evotars) I can see the law around it being more strict). Funding is met through Satoshi's position being very high pay, giving him some savings, though it isn't enough to fully fund it so some of Shizuka, Sergey and Gautham's money is also used (this is probably very optimistic but so is this whole au really). They also got some equipment for the project (such as things needed to make instant matter and continuous access to up to date code) from connections/friends at/connected to Instatainment (Jet, Carla and Sergey as main ones probably). While Satoshi, Shizuka and Gautham all completely left their jobs at Instatainment to work on the Evotar project, Sergey kept his job and only works on the project part time.

Shizuka in this au isn't really all that jazzed to be the base of the first Evotar, but goes through with it as she; was the first choice being the youngest as well as the most physically fit and healthy (which considering some Shizuka headcanons I have, is kinda sad), wanted to support her brother on something he was very passionate about, and knew if she didn't Satoshi probably would and she didn't want him risking it with his heart problem.

When Lea is 'born' she's not actually called Lea in this au, due to Sidwell not being present. She's called Serika with the spelling 星璃花 to fit with the names 'Satoshi' and 'Shizuka' (I do not know Japanese I do not know if that name/spelling makes sense, but 星 means star). (This name also kinda ended up as my IRL Lea's real name so whoops, though Lea is a nickname she has and is the thing she's called the most. IDK how she gets it yet dw that's a different au anyway).

Sergey would probably take the role Sidwell did of trying to teach her things/seeing exactly what's up with her not being able to talk/internalise some things, though overall she would interact with Satoshi, Sergey, Gautham and later Shizuka a lot, as opposed to my general headcanon with the main game where while she interacted with Gautham and Satoshi some, she spent most of her time either alone or with Sidwell.

Relatively early on in development they figure out that the 'breaking' that happens when an Evotar is made aware of what they are is less of a literal computer break and more a physiological crisis (general headcanon I have mainly cause of the Luke stuff, also what's shown of Lea, with the only time we see an Evotar breaking being due to a fake malfunction). They decide to ease Serika into making her aware of it instead of trying to avoid it completely since her being unaware would probably cause more problems in the long run (both for Serika and Shizuka, it'd end up with both of them a lot more isolated, and its bound to fail eventually). Serika would still have some sort of crisis about it because hell of a thing to learn, but it'd be manageable (funny way to describe a crisis). Serika and Shizuka would have been introduced after Serika had worked mostly through that crisis.

While Shizuka isn't actively aggressive and hateful towards Serika at first like in game, she is still rude, dismissive and prickly towards her, not really internalising that Serika is not just an ai copy immediately and also her being a result of something she was hesitant of. She is at least somewhat ('''somewhat''') polite towards her, though Serika is very wary of her at the start because of this. As time goes on Shizuka gets warmer towards her and starts seeing Serika as her own person, with Serika also growing more fond of Shizuka, though she is still under the impression she's basically tolerating her. The second part of the MAP part shows basically the 'conclusion' of this, with Shizuka fully accepting that Serika is her own person. Serika would start to fully internalise that Shizuka does not hate her actually after this, and becomes very clingy towards her.

At some point Satoshi goes against probably common sense/survival instinct something like that and shows Instatainment the stuff he's been working on. They're impressed enough with it that Satoshi and the gang aren't charged for anything and Serika is allowed to log into Crossworlds (albeit a limited part), with the condition that Satoshi comes back to working at Instatainment and start working on implementing parts of it into the game (This is helped by Satoshi previously being a key member of staff who never stops fuckin working, but is also probably optimistic)(the horrors of game integration stay at least earlier on). While Satoshi, Shizuka and Gautham would all go back to Instaintment to work again, Gautham would probably end up splitting off due to feeling creatively stifled still, maybe to make indie games. This would turn out much better for him in the long run I'd hope.

While Serika is allowed into Crossworlds she is only limited to the currently unintegrated part of the playground, the old hideout. With this and mostly a smallish office being mainly the only places she can go, she starts to feel depressed due to yk only being in a couple very limited places, depraved of stimuli. Due to this all of them but mostly Shizuka push to give her access to the whole playground like an average player, which they manage to get (as shown in the map part).

In the game Serika meets Emilie and joins the first scholars as she usually does. She also probably meets Apollo and Joern in a similar way (possibly with Lea being taken by Shizuka to autumns rise as a surprise to show her she's allowed out into the playground, and when there she ends up gaining a level. She's then teleported to where she was in base game as she knows the basics, stuff plays out and CHEATER YOURE A CHEA-).

This AU's premise does make Tronny existing kind of not possible but I am a stubborn god that wants the fucked up little fella to exist. The basic thing I've thought of is Sidwell managed to keep informed about Evotars through some connections, and manages to make an Evotar of himself both as a test and possibly as an earlier concept version of his data gathering torture in main game, where its basically just an Evotar of him stalking people under the impression they themselves told them to do so. This fucks up somehow and Tronny ends up wandering around Crossworlds very confused and not knowing what the fuck is happening. He ends up meeting Emilie and Serika, though later than in main game (probably around when vermillion waste would happen). Somehow its figured out he's an Evotar of Sidwell and Sidwell's newly hatching bullshit gets shut down real quick. There's a lot of somehows and how did that happen in this idk its a base concept, the point is the boy exists.

This au does make it so Luke also doesn't exist tho so L. Possibly Lukas could get an evotar of himself later on tho idk why he'd do that and that evotar would probably turn out a somewhat different person than Luke, with none of the events in vermillion to shape him (Maybe some more Luke brained mfers can make this up my noggin is lacking in that department).

Shizuka in this AU, which still snippy, isn't as aggressive and bitey as in main. I'd probably describe her more as aloof? Not fully sure, but she's still jaded compared to Serika and still has medical insomnia (random headcanon) (It might make more sense for Shizuka and Serika to start out pretty much the same, but I like Lea and Shizu always being noteably different). She's generally a lot more lenient, both of peoples behaviours and requests. E.G for behaviours, in the DLC Shizuka runs away from Emilie after she starts taking to her in the dungeon, in this AU if Emilie approached her and started yapping like that she'd probably look unimpressed but put up with it. With behaviours, I imagine Shizuka being pretty stubborn about not doing things she doesn't want to in main (unless somehow guilted into it by herself) due to her previous experiences, while Shizuka in this au would be more easy to convince.

Serika would be mostly the same, though she'd be fully aware of herself and who she is at the point where the game starts. I don't know exactly how she comes to love hugs so much without the whole Vermillion trauma and seemingly growing to like them a lot, but she has to ok its important /lh (Maybe sometime earlier on she was upset by something, whether being stuck in one room or not remembering herself or her memories well or frustration at her troubles communicating and learning certain things, and she was hugged to calm her down, ending up really liking hugs). She also still cannot talk until around the same place in main game where Sergey starts giving her words, him coming up with the idea and implementing it to give her means to talk to players.

Satoshi would still die due to his heart condition in this au, though later on than in main game due to the stress of Sidwell as well as overworking due to that pushing him along. He'd still probably die quicker than he should have due to overworking though my man will not stop.

Some random other bullshit, Shizuka would meet Emilie after her and Serika do the desert temple, coming to check on her. She's how Emilie learns Lea can't say much as opposed to Tronny.

But yea a pretty lose AU with a bunch of random strewn about concepts, just like the majority of my aus which i barely ever share. It was fun thinking of it for/while making this animation.

thank you for scrolling through my bullshit aka how I have fun, have this as extra.

[sagasalamibrot]

Awakened beasts for my CRK AU

I still Dont have a Name for my AU, neither a different Name for 'awakened'... I might Stick with awakened in the end but we'll See.

So. Just saying Story wise Shadow Milk is the Last to awaken, but silent Salt His Design will be Last because im waiting for His Update to drop including the legendary costume which will be Like 4 months until it Happens- anyways.. have Story wise the First one to awaken!

Eternal Sugar cookie. I Like what i did Here, yes i did Take inspiration from the costume because i Had No Idea what she should wear- but now her Wings are big enough (Well she gained more Wings too) to fly, yeah that means the princess of the Kingdom she comes From was Literally flightless before. After gaining her Souljam Back from Pavlova Cookie (he'll get a different Name) and Gluttony Honey Cookie (Sugarfly) she managed to awaken and defeat her capturers. Also Designs:

(they also will have different Forms but those are their 'super duper friendly' forms)

Now moving on to Burning Spice Cookie!

From all the Designs i Made so far this one is my Favorite. Dont get Me wrong, Shadow Milk is my fav Cookie, but i geniuelly Like what i Made Here (and i rarely Like my own work-). And you can See the inspiration i Took from. Capsaicin Cookie! After gaining His Soul Jam Back and fighting Off Nutmeg Tiger Cookie (i dunno might call her Something with Cannibal eventually) He gained this Form and somehow Had Baby dough in His hands (thats capsaicin cuz they will be Family). Capsy Had a redish dough Tone but Burny left him for too Long in the oven. Luckily its already a fire Baby so it didnt Hurt (i Dont have a Nutmeg Design yet so...-). And now to my fav Boy:

Shadow Milk Cookie! After getting Kidnapped, after all His Friends reunited after getting Split and him getting His memories Back, by Dark enchantress, Capple Dragon Cookie and Blapphire Dragon Cookie (Not Sure with blacky's Name) He was in His truthless recluse Phase. His Friends (aka beasts and Ancients) all then came to the rescue and pure Vanilla finally managed to knock some sense Back into him after He learned that He and His Beast Buddies are the old Virtues and did many Bad Things in their past Life (i'll call the Beast Something Else later dw-). Back then i really Loved the Design but when i now Look at the other awakened Design He Just Looks lame. I probably will Change Something once i have ideas again... Also Here are the Dragons:

His coat-thing are His wings btw.

Ahem-... Lemme say Something in the end tho-, you can see some are more Crk Style while some are more in my Style, thats cuz they are quickly Made Designs Made in the normal Cookie Base they Had because i didnt Had Motivation to- draw it in my Style... It still took Me alot of time tho- 😭

Also Here is the start of my AU:

Yeah.. Bye! ^^

[reavesluv]

hi ❤️ if you don't write smut, please write a pre-smut (lol) with Austin Reaves x reader because I'm in love with that guy

Winning rebound

Pairing: Austin Reaves x fem!journalist reader

Summary: Chemistry between you and Austin never disappeared.

Notes: i promise that when i learn to write smut i will, this is what i can do for now 😔 i can’t write anything without a backstory i’m so sorry

important: fluff, pre smut, i think straight smut??? touching, teasing.

+ i’m in love with him too dw!!! he’s so candy i need him so bad

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Back to when you were still in your sophomore year of college, covering the campus sports beat. He had just been transferred from Arkansas, a sophomore whose dribbling skills could make a draft pick at 18 years old.

He wasn’t a star– at least not yet. Just a cocky guy who everyone called Reaves.

You really don’t remember how you met him, but since, he always remembered your name. Always looked for your eyes and your hair in the crowd after a game.

“You’re interviewing me today?” He said, smiling.

“Not today darling, i’m sorry.” You answered.

“Hey! i don’t want another journalist-in-the-making asking me stuff.”

You chuckled. “Well Reaves, get used to it.”

One night, after he won the natty against his ex-team, you found yourselves sitting on his dorm floor eating Taco Bell and laughing about how easy it was for him to win.

“Like, did you watch how i didn’t miss a single bucket?!”

“Oh sure did.” You chuckled. “You were great.”

A silence filled the room, it wasn’t uncomfortable, it felt necessary, you two just enjoying each other’s company.

“You know–“ He said, turning his tone a little bit more serious. “You don’t treat me like i’m famous, i like that.”

You chuckled. “Cause you’re not.” You said, you looked at him making a little pout expression. “Not yet, at least.”

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Five years later, you both grew up, but the chemistry didn’t really go anywhere.

He was undrafted, but either way he’s playing for the Lakers now.

When he moved to LA, you were still finishing your senior year of college. Letting him go, was the hardest thing you did.

“When i finish my major, i’ll move to LA, and i promise you, i’ll be the main journalist for the Lakers.” You said, hugging him as if it was the last time.

“I will hope onto that, i love you.”

But the “I love you.” made you feel a lot of things you never knew you could feel.

He’s a super star now, your super star. Even if you haven’t talk to him in a minute.

“The best third option in the league” People say.

He’s calm, zero rumors about him, he’s just balling.

You got what you wanted too. A respected reporter with a national network, and as how you promised him, for the Lakers.

The lakers won a brutal overtime battle, and Austin hit the game winner shot. It was now your turn to ask him how he feels about his plays today.

You moved from your chair and got closer to him. You haven’t looked at him in the face in years, you don’t even remember how he smells, or how his eyes look up close.

“Hello Reaves, congratulations on the win, how do you feel about your game winner?” You said, pretending you didn’t melt for him, like you didn’t just want to touch him.

You grabbed your mic and put it in front of his mouth so he could talk.

Austin froze, and that wasn’t good. He was on live TV and people were waiting for his answer, he looked at you and you remembered everything he said to you years ago.

“You really pretty, you know that?”

“Thanks Reaves, and you’re really tall.”

He chuckled. “I’m drying to see your face on TV in some years.”

“You will.” You smiled. “And i’m dying to see you hit game winning shots in the NBA.”

“You will, darling.”

Fuck. Your feelings never go anywhere.

“Well we stayed locked in. My teammates trusted me with that last shot– I had to deliver for them.” He wiped away his sweat and smiled at you.

That same smile you love.

“Clock was running down and i don’t fold. They said i couldn’t shoot, and look at the scoreboard now.”

You smiled back at him, as if you were just talking.

“Thank you Austin, congratulations again.”

When the camera moved and you were not on live anymore, you tried to leave, but felt like someone grabbed you by your wrist.

“Don’t act like you don’t know me, Y/N.”

“I’m just doing my job.”

“Yes, the fucking job you told me years ago you wished to have.”

“Yeah, we both got what we wanted.”

He sigh, like he didn’t get enough.

“You have to stay here right? and write some papers about tonight’s game?” He asked.

“Yes, actually i do.”

“Good, wait for me in the tunel, i’ll see you in 30.” He said, and left to the locker room.

You couldn’t believe you were actually going to do wait. That’s so stupid of you.

“You’re really working?” He asks when he sees you sitting on a table with your laptop.

“Of course, i don’t make money because i know how to dribble a ball.”

“Is not like you don’t love looking at me doing it.”

You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t.

He moved really close to you, and sat down next to you.

“You smell nice.”

“Yeah, i just showered.”

“Good, you smelt like crap after the game.”

“Confident much huh? you’re seeing me after years and you’re already mocking me?”

You chuckled and nodded your head softly.

“I missed you.” He said, in almost a whisper.

“Don’t say that, Reaves.”

“Don’t call me that. That’s how people who doesn’t know me call me, and you’re not one of them.”

You heart started beating so fast, you thought it would explode.

“I missed you too.” You said.

“Yeah i know.”

The hallway felt narrower now. Thick with tension you both pretended never existed.

You two always had reasons not to cross the line before. And he was not exactly a lover boy in college.

But it was different now. You could feel it in the space between your bodies, in the way his eyes lingered, in the way your breath caught when he leaned in just a little more close.

“You dating anyone?” He asked.

You blinked. “Nah, why?”

“Askin.” he answers. You could feel how his body was calling you.

“You dating anyone?” You ask now.

“Nah.”

The uncomfortable silence filled the hallway again.

He smirked and put a hand on your thigh, not even trying to be subtle about it.

You swallowed hard, your pulse ticking as he reached out and gently brushed a loose strand of your hair from your cheek. His fingers warm and slow.

“You really shouldn’t be flirting with me.” You said.

“Then tell me to stop.”

Silence.

You didn’t.

“I should go.” You said.

“Or–.” You could finish your work in the locker room with me.”

“Finish my work, huh?”

He smiled. “Unless you want to stop pretending you’re not dying to feel me.”

You froze. Fuck.

You couldn’t anymore. You grabbed him and kissed him as if it was the end of the world if you didn’t.

“Whoa, needy?” He says.

“You’re teasing the hell out of me and you’re not gonna let me kiss you?” You answer.

“Baby, i’m gonna do more than just teasing you.”

He kissed you again. And you just melted into the kiss, into him. Your arms wrapped around his neck.

Austin’s hand roamed your body, cupping your breast through your shirt. His fingers brushing against your already hardened nipples.

“Austin.” You gasped. “Anyone can see us here.”

“Let them watch.” He answered.

“No, i don’t want anyone else to look at me the way you do.”

And that was it, he grabbed you by the waist and took you to the locker room.

“Fuck, i need you.” He said, almost in a moan.

He pulled off your shirt, leaving you in just your bra.

“Oh baby–.” He moaned. “Can i take it off?”

“Yes.”

He took it off and leaned down, taking one of your hard nipples into his mouth, while playing with your other breast, giving both the same attention.

“Fuck– Yes.” You managed to moan.

“Slut, you like that don’t you? So fucking easy for me.”

You nodded, and then he stood up to pull his shirt off.

“Damn.” You said, your eyes filled with desire.

Didn’t took him long to take off his shorts too, leaving him in just his boxers.

“Take it.”

“What?” You asked.

“I’m telling you, take it.”

And you did, you took his boxers off and his cock springed free, it was so big.

You took his cock on your mouth and started sucking the life out of him.

“Y/N, fu–uck, don’t stop, you’re so good.”

He grabbed your hair to make you taste him even more.

Before he cummed, he took your mouth out of his cock, made you stand up and he knelt down.

“I’m taking this off.” He said, grabbing the waist of your pants

He didn’t waste a second to feel you. His tongue finding your clit.

“Austin, Shit.” You moaned.

He grabbed your leg and put it over his shoulder. “Keep that pussy open for me.”

“Austin please…I need you, inside me.”

“Not yet baby, i need to taste you first.”

And he brought you to the edge, your body shaking as you came undone on his mouth. He licked his lips and swallowed your cum.

“Fuck, didn’t know you were so good with your mouth.”

He chuckled. “You still have a lot to learn about me.”

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im sorry for the smut, im a fluff girlie😔

anyway, i’m crazy about him, he’s so hot

[the-swaggy]

Deltarune Lost Pieces au post number two, electric boogaloo:

The main bosses/Secret bosses: King, Queen, Jevil & Spamton!

I am hoping that tumblr doesn't obliterate the image quality 😭

This a sequel post to this post I made about the Lancer Fanclub, if you wanna learn more about my little project you can read my other yap sesh there.

More super cool lore below:

(totally not trying to get you to read my massive infodump rn)—

My deltarune au is called Lost Pieces, and basically it's a deltarune au where Kris and Susie forgot about the prophecy and stopped going to Castletown & exploring dark worlds after they came back from the cyberworld— and then remember about it later when they are all Asriel's age & in college and stuff, and have to reinstill hope in everyone and reform the Fun Gang/@$%& Squad/Lancer Fanclub (in this au, it's called the Lancer fanclub).

if you saw my other post then you do not need to read all of this, you can just scoll to King's section

Other info that I may or may not have briefly mentioned in the ref sheets/other random info:

(TW: mental health stuff, familial issues, charecter death, depictions of violence, religious themes, manipulation)

General: 

This au takes place after a true route (not a wierd route/snowgrave route, Noelle nor the others killed anyone.. exempt Spamton but like that was on accident 😭) (he is still technically around guys dw)

In Lost Pieces, Kris and Susie discovered the darkworld while they were in middleschool (they were 12-13yrs), Ralsei was around their age as well, and Lancer was two years younger than the three (10yrs). 

The lighteners first arrived in 2018, since that's when Deltarune came out. The events of chapter one took place on 12/11/18 and chapter two on 12/12/18. That was the last day Kris was in the darkworld— however Susie's last visit was in 2020. She didn't visit super often, but would try for once a month.

Worldbuilding-specific stuff:

The town that Kris and Susie live in is in the northern midwest of the U.S.

In Lost Pieces, the darkworld have different names— The darkworld that contains 'Card Kingdom' is called Kaardarke (pronounced "card-ar-kay-"), The Cyberworld is technically called 'Cybertopia', but nobody really calls it that anymore.

Each darkworld had their own offical language before The Knight showed up— after that, they all switched over to the language that the knight spoke. That's the only reason that Kris and Susie were even able to understand the darkeners.

Each darkener species is bound to the world they came from (EX: Maises to the Cyberworld, Hathy to Kaardarke), but before the knight created each world's respective fountains, they could crossover into eachother's worlds using The Pure-Fountain in the then-empty Castletown as a portal (This was because the spare classroom used to have a small computer lab). Only after the fountains in each world were created, they couldn't crossover anymore due to the energy from the opposite portals turning visiters to stone. Eventually the computer lab was removed from the spare classroom and all of the old supplies were moved to the library. Darkeners who have one parent from each of the two darkworlds are bound to the world that they spend the most time in, which is why Lancer was bound to Kaardarke rather than Cybertopia.

While The Cyberworld uses a lot of more-lightworldish concepts, such as the months being January-December like they are in english-speaking countries & understanding social refrences (like how Queen understands lightener internet humor, and how Addisons understand how buisness works, like how a lightener would)— Kaardarke is a lot less connected to the lightworld. They had some vague connections through back when Cybertopians could travel there, but lost a lot of them during the time since then. They have their own calender system, social pyramid and their society functions very differently than Cybertopia's, or the lightworlds'.

Darkener species list time!

First up is Kaardarke:

Hathy

Rudinn

Clobbes (pronounced "claw-bes")— the clubs, basically think of Clover 

Tribril (pronounced "trib-rill")— the spades, basically think of King and Lancer

Bloxers

Jigsawra— the puzzle piece lookin' dudes, basically think of the tutorial masters & jigsawry

Rabbick

Chescheckes (pronounced "chez-check-ees")— the checkers/chess guys (C-Rounds & K-Rounds) and Mr. Elegance/Mr. Society

Starwalkers— the starwalker birds .......and of course nobody could forget about my guy The Original   Starwalker

Species list for Cybertopia:

Tasques

Swatchlings

Pluggids— plugboy, werewires, werewerewire technically

Maises

Poppups

Addisons

Ambyu-Lancers

ViroViroKuna

Musiks— basically, think of Sweet, Cap'n & K_k or whatever their names are 😭

Mascottics— everyone else, (basically the thing about Mascottics is that they are all unique)— think Nubert or sum idk

Okay no more species lists, back to notes.

The knight-made fountains can cause darkeners to have vivid nightmares and visions if exposed to them closely for a long period of time. It can influence their behavior too (canon).

The knight showed up in Kaardarke at some point in the late 90s, and in Cybertopia in 2008

King— and a bunch of Knight-era Kaardarke bs:

King was a very strict ruler, and a very strict father. He forbade Lancer from many seemingly normal things— such as eating dark-candies (canon). King was influenced heavily by the dark fountain when the Lancer Fanclub rebeled against him, which is why he acted so bizzarly during the fight, and why he carlessly threatened to kill his own son. King knows Lancer will never forgive him for how he treated him.

King had prior experience with lighteners before the Lancer Fanclub arrived, that being with The Roaring Knight. 

This next part is crazy long, whoops..!

When the The Roaring Knight entered Kaardarke through the new fountain it made— which happened to be in Eastern Kaardarke, which was the Tribril Kingdom. The Tribril kingdom was ruled by King's father at the time, but The Knight wanted things to change.

 It purpousfuly inspired fights between the four kingdoms; North (the Rudinn Kingdom), South (the Hathy kingdom), and West (the Clobbes kingdom) in order to determine which kingdom was the one who would inherrit the entirety of Kaardarke, as The Knight didn't want the fact that there were four leaders rather than one, to get in the way of it's plans to bring about The Roaring.

Eventually, the four kings reached a stalemate— which prompted The Roaring Knight to make their own desision, choosing the Clobbes Kingdom as the one true kingdom, which enraged the other three; they sent their armies to attack the Clobbes castle, killing their Queen (who's name was Queen Brutus) and chasing off their young Princess (Thats Clover, you know her!). 

The Roaring Knight made it's next desision, choosing The Hathy kingdom as the new true kingdom. The two kingdoms who hadn't been damaged yet— Rudinn North and Tribril East, attacked the Hathy Castle next, killing their Queen. The hathy kingdom didn't have an heir to dispose of at the time. 

By this time, the Rudinn King (who's name was King Diamidi I) and The Spade King (Who's name was King Tolius IV) became extremely distressed about who was going to be chosen next. The two kings were particularly close, and knew that they would turn on one another because of this. But who cares its the prophecy, right?

Next, The Roaring Knight nominated the Rudinn Kingdom. The kings knew what would happen next, as the Rudinn Queen was killed, along with the Rudinn prince, who was soon to take the throne. The kings were all still around and free at this, but were extremely stressed. Their kingdoms were in ruins, as the townsfolk were panicked and terrified, scattering and fleeing.

The Roaring Knight declared that the Tribril Kingdom was the true kingdom at last— and by this time, the other kingdoms were to weak to fight back. There was finally a winner in this fight.

King Tolius was unsure of what to do know that he had inherrited the entire kingdom— he was getting old, and he didn't have a prince to make into the new King in his place. The Roaring Knight eventually would propose a solution to this issue, stating that he should choose to have one of his daughters— Princess Tolia and Princess Espera, to come with it to search the remains of the kingdoms for a new King to replace their father.

(Context: in Kaardarke, the formerly four-way-monarchy worked in a very specific way. Each kingdom had a King, which acted as the main ruler of said kingdom, that kingdom would also have a Queen— but rather than being the King's wife, they were the king's sibling or cousin and they work together like coworkers. The King's wives were the Queens from other kingdoms that weren't their own. For example, the Hathy King's wife was the Tribril Queen and the Hathy Queen's husband was the Clobbes King, if that makes sense idk)

Anyways, King Tolius IV chose his least favorite daughter— Princess Espera to go with The Knight to search.

Haha but this was a diversion..! 

The Roaring Knight's true motive was to get Princess Espera into power, as the overuling Queen of the entirety of Kaardarke, which was unheardof in Kaardarke society, as the Queens were usually just semi-rulers of their own kingdoms, and didn't usually get involved with the whole of Kaardarke's affairs. The Roaring Knight was new here though, it didn't understand anything major about how Kaardarke's government worked. It just knew that it wanted to have a say in it— and it could, by using Espera as a pawn.

Eventually, The Roaring Knight convinced Espera to present her (The Knight's) plan to her father, who was furious. That didn't matter though, it was the prophecy.

Princess Espera (not in her own will) eventually locked up her own family, and the former kings in the Tribril Kingdom's royal prison, and took her place as ruler of the whole darkworld. But she wasn't really in change, she was just a puppet for The Roaring Knight to speak through. She didn't really have any power over anything at this time.

That's when The Roaring Knight drew into the fountain, retrived an object from within the pure darkness and offered it to Espera. This item was called the dark mantle. Yadda yadda she takes it and now she is greatly influenced by the dark fountain, yadda yadda.

The Knight departed after this, but now-Queen Espera still acted on 'it's wishes'. She did what she thought it wanted, she didn't want the knight to abandon her— she didn't know what to do with herself anymore. She executed her father and sister in a fit of desperation, since she knew The Roaring Knight wanted her to have complete control over her world. She continued to spiral until Kaardarke was distracted by a rebelion, as some of the surviving former princesses of the three other kingdoms began to protest the Tribril rule. Eventually, it was sorted out through various threats from their new Queen.

One of the former rebels, Princess Ruebi of the formerly Rudinn Kingdom of the North, was a former friend to Espera and her family. Ruebi knew that Queen Espera wasn't in her correct state of mind, and offered her help to Espera. While she hesitated at first, eventually the two put aside their differences and tried their best to preserve their friendship.

Eventually they were lovers (wowza!), and also Espera transitioned during that time.

(King doesn't talk about it, and Lancer doesn't even know about it either. Nobody really remembers it anymore, they don't care either.)

(Okay also keep in mind that King didn't actually ever meet The Roaring Knight face to face.. and it comunicated with him only through his mind via some crazy psychic bond bs.)

Their relationship didn't really last long though, this also bleeds into Queen's backstory at this point, so I'm going to start her section now.

Queen— and a bunch of Pre-Knight/Knight-era Cybertopia bs:

I took a lot of inspo from old computers and PCs when I developed her. She whirrs constanly, but it gets louder when she's focused on something, or when she's overwhelmed. Her algorithm is based on trending topics online, which affects her vocabulary and what she displays on her visor. She tried to keep her algorithm as up-to-date as possible. 

Her story is also pretty long, so buckle up I guess,

And it involves all of the Kaardarke lore I was just yapping about before this too. Believe me, that was all relevant 😭

The Cyber World, or Cybertopia as it's known, is a relatively new darkworld. It was created by 'HEAVEN'. (Heaven represents humanity guys.. thats what Spamton was talking about!)

'HEAVEN' gave the world it's inhabitants, it's land, everything. 

But, the world was in chaos when it first appeared, so it had to send down a ruler.

(...That was Queen, guys I swear I am taking this loredump seriously...!)

Basically she was sent down in pieces to each Cybertopian darkener species as little microchips— but they didn't know how to utilize them, so they sent a single representative of each species and each threw their species' pieces into a pool of acid.

Yadda yadda she rose out the acid, (she looked way different back then, basically think of her concept art since that's kind of what she looked like at the time) and everyone panicked because that doesn't.. you know.. normally happen. They went to tell others about what happened but by that time she had vanished. 

Then a war broke out because half of the population was pissed that they 'wasted HEAVEN's gift' and the other half claimed it was a flawed gift. They fought for years, building a wall that stretched across the land, splitting it in two compleatly demolished halves— until a mysetrious being appeared and tried to convince them to stop fighting.

When they refused, it simply gave up and said that 'the better side was right after all', and left.

Then the two sides began to fight over who was better, and decided that whoever cleaned up their half of the world was the better side. Eventually, both sides were clean, and the being returned to see the two sides inspecting eachother's handywork— compleatly ignoring their previous conflict. 

Eventually they all realized Cybertopia needed a leader, and they decided the being would tske up that role.

It was unsure of how to go about it at first, and didn't understand what it was doing— eventually it met someone who could show it how.

Many, many years later, the word that The Knight of the prophecy appearing in Kaardarke prompted the being to venture to the purefountain and and observe it's changes by speaking with it's Kings. It left with a small party, consisting of it's head guard: a tasque-manager named Terabyti (guys it's tasque manager!), it's head butler: a swatchling named Indigo (guys it's head swatch!) and it's castle vendor & head of buisness: an addison named 5Fb5ea (we will find out about him very soon) (its Spamton).

When it and it's party finally arrived at the empty Castletown, and looked upon the purefountain, it saw another face looking through it from within Kaardarke. That face, would help the being learn how to be a leader.

The being was shocked to learn from the newcomer that there were no longer four Kings, but just one ruler. The newcomer introduced itself properly as that ruler, King Lancer I. (Guys it's King!)

Because there wasn't a knight-made darkfountain in Cybertopia yet, King Lancer I could travel to the Cyber World for the time being, and him and the being became great freinds.

However, the being was still uncertain as to who it wanted to become, it had so much responcibilty now. What was it going to do.

It's new friend always spoke about the prophecy, and The Knight— and how it wished for it's return so desperatly. Was the prophecy really that big of a deal?

Yadda yadda they fall in love (T4T moment!)

Through their relationship, the being discovered itself— it knew exactly what it wanted to be, who it really was. So, now we have Queen..!

But there was an issue— King Lancer I was already married to the now-Queen Ruebi, who became worried about her husband since he hadn't been in Kaardarke for some time. She discovered that she had been cheated on and she & Queen became mortal enemies.

King didn't really know what to do about this— he, Ruebi and Queen fought, and he simply left Cybertopia with Ruebi & never really saw Queen again until modern-era. Queen doesn't really like his ass anymore 😭

(They are so divorsed 😭😭)

She is kind of on & off with Rouxls now-a-days. (kind of a queenkaard moment?)

Jevil:

Back in the day, Kaardarke had 2 court-jesters. One for the North & South kingdoms, and one for the East & West kingdoms.

Jevil was the jester of the East & West, while Seam was the royal magician of the same two kingdoms. The two would preform together and were incredibly good friends. 

Jevil would also frequently visit Cybertopia, as he was good friends with their head-of-buisness & castle vendor, 5Fb5ea (Spamton in his 'Big Shot Era'). They eventually fell in love and got married (spamvil real???), but that also didn't last long.

It all changed for worse when The Knight arrived. 

As the kingdoms were torn apart by the king's jealousy towards eachother— Jevil was approached by The Knight, who told them the truth about the world they lived in. And, how it was all just a game. How nothing mattered at all, it was all in good fun. None of it was real.

Jevil didn't belive it at first, but after witnessing how The Knight played it's cards right and destroyed Kaardarke in just a matter of weeks, they became sure of it. The Knight was right, nothing mattered.

Jevil quickly changed, they lashed out at their co-workers, at everyone. They lost their mind.

They stopped visiting 5Fb5ea and couldn't bring themselves to care anymore. It all came to a boiling point when Seam confonted Jevil. They tried to reason with them, they tried to convince them that it was all untrue. Jevil lashed out again— this time, it was just towards Seam, their best friend. Seam knew what they had to do. They had them arrested, and sent to the Tribril Royal Prison, along with the four former Kings. 

Anyways more modern Jevil lore—

Jevil never 'died' in their fight because they simply just transformed into the devilsknife; but because it was a true route (which doesnt involve violence, making the devilsknife useless in combat), Jevil was never really utilized & spent most of their time in Kris' inventory.

Jevil nowadays is still struggling with taking things seriously, and with caring about anything at all. After all, what's the point when everything's just a game.

and if you're wondering if they recognize Spamton now, they don't. They don't realize it's the same person as 5Fb5ea was (Because they aren't really the same person anymore).

Spamton: 

Spamton wasn't always Spamton, back in the day he was just 5Fb5ea. 

Just a normal addison, named after his hex code, with a normal life. But, he wanted so much more, he wanted to be great.

5Fb5ea attended buisness school, with other addisons— including their friends, FF88FF (pink), 81bEED (blue), etc. They had dreams that weren't on par with his. He would always gloat about wanting to make it big, but his sales were never good enough.

Until he got that phonecall.

Eventually, his life came together. His sales were skyrocketing, his dreams were coming true. He had been annonced as 1997's salesman of the year, and Queen herself had appointed him as Cybertopia's head-of-buisness. Everyone loved him (he married Jevil around this time too), he kept soaring higher and higher— His life couldn't get any better.

The Knight arrived.

Then, he stopped getting calls.

His buisness empire began to crumble, he fell from the sky, his dreams were unreachable again. It hurt more now, since he now had tasted that life. He crashed hard, he didn't understand what he did wrong. He waited by the phone for hours, days, months, years. Queen got tired of him, and threw him out. The public didn't love him anymore. Jevil lost their mind, they acted strange now. They were careless, they stopped visiting. Now 5Fb5ea had nobody.

They took a walk to clear their mind. 

They got too close to the edge, they fell hard.

He was changed into something— someone new.

He didn't recognize himself anymore.

He wasn't 5Fb5ea anymore.

He broke into the royal basement in Pandora Palace frequently. He wanted to taste that life again— when he found it. He found what he wanted. He wept and prayed at the sight of it, before he was dragged away from it again. He could never reach his dreams.

And, when he did. It was all the same after all, the strings were still there. He was just a puppet. He was just a thing to be used. Then, he was offered freedom, but he was dragged away again. He could never be free. He was not truely alive unless he was bound by his strings— unless he was chasing that dream.

Okay now for more modern Spamton lore—

Spamton kind of 'died' in the NEO fight— but he is still kind of alive (his existance is complicated). Because Kris did basically destroy him as a result of his battle with the Lancer Fanclub, what was left of his 'life' basically became bound to the dealmaker, and doesn't really exist unless someone puts it on, (For non deltarune nerds, the dealmaker is basically an armor item, in this case its his glasses) when a person does put on the dealmaker, he can see and speak through them, now becoming 'the puppeteer' instead of 'the puppet' (Spamton's 'original' body was destroyed when Spamton 'becomed NEO').

When Kris specifically last left castletown, they emptied their inventory and left the dealmaker and a lot of other stuff behind just kinda in their room in the castle. 

Ralsei found the dealmaker and decided to try to keep it on the Blue Addison's maniquin, because of the dealmaker's ablilities, Spamton uses the maniquin as his new body and styled it to look like how he used to look, sort of.

Spamton works at the Top Bakery, trying to make enough money to get himself off the ground again, but it will be awhile before he feels the wind on his wings again.

Spamton doesn't remember his days as 5Fb5ea very well, his memory was affected by the acid exposure. (His skin was also melted off?) (in my au, all addisons look like puppets under their skin??) (the acid also shrunk him, his legs especially since they were in the acid the longest) (His skin was originally blue in my interpritation as the hex code 5Fb5ea suggests, he matches the pipis..!) (I know about the poster featuring canon big shot spam.. this is my au though, so he's blue here 🔥)

Okay infodump over, you survived!

I will make the vendor's refsheets next, and rouxls..

[tiredslepz]

ONLY YOU, GIRL - pt. 1 >

ʚ٭ɞ · how the genshin men (scara/kuni's part) show that it's only you. use of kuni!, a bit of ANGST but its hurt/comfort so dw, will prolly edit this later

You've always called him your pretty boy, which wasn't a lie. He could be a model, if it weren't for him dating you. So, of course, naturally, he gets tons of compliments from the girls at the market when he goes to buy goods for you. He doesn't care, really, since he only loves one person—which is you.

It only comes to your attention when you go with him to the market.

"Oh my god, he's so hot," you hear a voice from a girl on the stand besides him. What the hell? Can't they see that his literal girlfriend is there? You sighed, brushing it off. Your boyfriend didn't seem to notice either, as he inspected the fruits carefully.

You're already finished buying what you need when the same girl comes up to him. "H- hi! Kunikuzushi, right?" she stutters, probably nervous. Your eyes narrow at the sight, but you don't say anything. "Hello?" he scoffs at her, which only seems to fuel her. "I thought you were cute, so, I uh," she handed him a paper with her number written on it, which he accepted. "Thanks–" she quickly scurried back to her friends, squealing. Your brows furrow as he pocketed it, walking back home with you as if nothing happened.

You don't say anything, of course, because you're a secure girlfriend! Right? Well, that's what you thought. After numerous occasions, with different girls, you got sick of it, and decided to confront him. You see him laying down on the couch, scrolling on his phone.

"Kuni," you walk up to him, an expression on your face that he only knows as bothered. "What is it now?" he sits up, placing his phone in his pocket. "About the girls." you huff, now sitting besides him. "What about them?" he raised a brow. You knew he wasn't trying to come of as, well, that, but it sure felt like he did. "I mean," you groan. "the fact that you're accepting their love letters?" you also knew he didn't know how to express his feelings properly. "It's not like I actually talk to them. Plus, I thought you were teaching me how to be kind?" he crossed his arms, his tone taking a defensive side. You hated whenever this happened. "I am, but in the way that you reject them kindly! At least tell them you're taken?" you huffed, the anger bubbling up. He huffed in response, looking away for a moment. "Kuni–" "[Name]," he sighed, cutting you off. "I threw away the letters, okay? I didn't know what to do, and," you hear him groan, since he wasn't used to.. opening up. "i just thought you'd want to keep our relationship, lowkey, or whatever you called it. I do love you. I only love you, [name]."

Your brows lifted, eyes widening slightly in surprise. You took his hand, holding it tightly. "I want everyone to know that I'm yours, Kuni," you sigh, a bittersweet smile on your face. "Is that so?" he looks back at you, moving closer to you on the couch. "I'll make it up to you." you blink, then nod slowly. "How are you gonna do that?"

He simply laughs, cupping your cheeks. "Oh, [name]." you simply sighed in response, the smile still on your face, leaning in. The last thing you see is his grin, right before he pulled you in for a kiss.

You learned not to doubt his love for you after that.

a/n: insert that one audio LETS FUCKING GO?? I GUESS?

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 52

Sorry for the long wait! I got a bit distracted with the new series...

The biofields on Gallifrey are so active that they can keep non-Gallifreyans young. For example, Leela had not aged even after 25 years on Gallifrey. (Audio: Spirit)

The Tenth Doctor recalled that Jamie McCrimmon used to hide the Second Doctor's recorder from him. (Comic: The Forgotten)

The TARDIS chose a name for herself but never told anyone (including the Doctor) what it was. (Short story: Toy Story)

By some accounts, the First Doctor was unaware of Sol prior to running away from Gallifrey. On the other hand, Susan had learned about the solar system and the planet Earth in the classes she took on spatial cartography. (Audio: The Beginning)

The Forge salvaged a Gallifreyan sarcophagus, which is a type of hibernation unit. When the Seventh Doctor, Ace, and Hex opened it, they found an older version of the Doctor inside. (Audio: A Death in the Family)

The Seventh Doctor kept a calendar keeping track of when his friends would die, which is how he knew about Evelyn. (Audio: A Death in the Family)

The Third Doctor possessed an obedience spray. When he used it, he could make people follow his orders. (Comic: Undercover)

The First Doctor used to skip class at the Academy to practice juggling and yo-yoing. (Novel: Match of the Day)

John Smith - an amnesiac Decayed Master - once treated the Seventh Doctor, removing his clothes after they had been charred by a lightning strike and wrapping him in wet towels to ease the pain. Feeling that the Doctor could help restore his memories, John Smith fell into a reverie next to the Doctor and forgot about his other guests at the time. He gave the Doctor water when he woke up and warned him not to move because of the physical trauma he had gone through. (Audio: Master)

When a Time Lord truly goes mad, a part of their mind becomes lost, referred to as Dark Design. This unleashes the dark part of their minds. Those affected by Dark Design are hidden away in institutions. (Novel: Falls the Shadow)

This Dark Design is a true evil within the very DNA of Time Lords. While unaffected Time Lords effectively stabilize space-time, a Time Lord suffering from Dark Design might have the effect of changing the future and the past like a virus. (Novel: The Infinity Doctors)

Dark Design is a lot more intense than Time Lord Insanity and enters mental spaces unfathomable to other species. (Novel: SLEEPY)

Omega was affected by Dark Design and as a result was able to summon an embodiment of his dark side. (Short story: A History of the Universe; TV: The Three Doctors)

The Seventh Doctor had met no sufferers of Dark Design native to his time. However, he knew of possible futures where he would become affected. (Novel: Falls the Shadow)

The above points are particularly interesting when you take into account several incidents in DW Canon. For one, the Master said, "There is some evil in all of us, Doctor, even you. The Valeyard is an amalgamation of the darker sides of your nature, somewhere between your twelfth and final incarnation, and I may say you do not improve with age." Furthermore, the Doctor’s dark side was once again manifested later on as the Dream Lord. There was an additional manifestation of the Doctor’s darkness (or, the weak, insecure, lonely aspect) somewhat dormant in the Sixth's subconsciousness. (TV: The Ultimate Foe, Amy's Choice; Audio: The Widow's Assassin)

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[disn3y-land]

*SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 27 XADEN'S POV SCROLL IF YOU HAVEN'T READ I'M SORRY TO MY NON AMERICAN FRIENDS*

I was getting so many butterflies reading chapter 27 from Xaden's pov omg. THIS MAN WAS DOWN BAD SINCE THE BEGINNING. I love Sgaeyl calling Xaden out (multiple times) I was giggling and kicking my feet the entire time.

I ALSO found it interesting how we got a little bit more insight on xaden and liam's home situation after the apostasy, and my jaw DROPPED when Xaden said something about how Lewellen was the one that raised them after the apostasy, and yet in chapter 31 of FW Liam says they were raised by Duke Trivell or something SO YES REBECCA'S RIGHT THERE ARE STILL SO MANY SECRETS XADEN IS KEEPING. why did the king think they were staying with Duke what's-his-face if they were actually with Lewellen? This helps the whole Cat plot point make much more sense if it was all a con, or if Lewellen was pretending to be the Duke guy. I hope we learn more about this in later books.

AND THE THINGS XADEN WAS THINKING ABOUT VIOLET GAVE ME HEART PALPITATIONS THIS MANNN.

HE ADMITTED THAT IT WAS PARTLY/MOSTLY? HIS FAULT THEY LEFT BASGIATH AND FLEW TO MONSURRAT (IDK HOW TO SPELL IT I'M JUST GETTING MY THOUGHTS OUT HERE) BECAUSE HE SAID HE IS AN EXCELLENT LIAR AFTER HE TOLD SOMEONE SOMETHING TO THE EFFECT OF 'THIS WASN'T MY FAULT' OR 'SGAYL NEEDED TO SEE TAIRN SO MUCH WE LEFT FOR HER'

AND I WAS DYING WHEN I READ SGAEYL IMITATING HIS THOUGHTS QUOTE: "Does she miss me? Is she thinking about me? Is she getting closer to Aetos?" AHGFDDHDSHSH SGAEYL THE QUEEN THAT YOU ARE PLEASE REBECCA GIVE US MORE SGAEYL I BEGG

AND HIM ROASTING DAIN THE ENTIRE CHAPTER?? HE KEPT CALLING HIM A DADDY'S BOY AND EVERY TIME DAIN SPOKE HE DESCRIBED IT AS PATHETIC AHAHAHAHA PLEASE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

AND EVERY MOMENT WITH VIOLET?? HE WANTS HER SO BADD I'M PANTING HE'S CONVINCED HE'S THE WORST THING IN THE WORLD FOR HER DO HE STAYS AWAY BUT HE'S SO PATHETICALLY IN LOVE I ATE IT ALL UP

AND WE FINALLY FOUND OUT WHERE IMOGEN WENTT THERE WERE SO MANY THEORY'S AND YES REBECCA CLEARED IT ALL UP SO WELL

AND THE SCENES BETWEEN HIM AND LIAM MADE ME WANT TO BAWL LIKE A BABY PLEASE BRING HIM BACKK I'LL DO ANYTHINGG

THESE ARE JUST MY INITIAL THOUGHTS (I'M 1000% MISSING SOMETHING I FREAKED ABOUT BUT I'M SURE I'LL MAKE MORE POSTS ABOUT IT DW)

[silkenwinger]

part 2 of TA Gaz. MDNI!!! also for clarification, gaz isn’t much older than reader is. think max 2-3 years. one day i will write a proper teacher fic but not today

you kind of regret doing all of that.

not that you don’t enjoy spending time with gaz! he’s the best! your meetings and study dates are awesome and all, but…

simply put, you wanted to fuck your TA, and instead of having that you’re going through 70s newspapers, staying up late nose deep in books, and having to see price more days than you really feel comfortable with. 

(he’s actually kinda chill off class, seeing you and gaz more like partners in crime than students anymore. but the crime involved is just researching, researching, researching, oh we found something! oh nevermind…)

this was just a mandatory class, not necessarily the major subject you were looking forward to the most when you started uni, and you’re really, really feeling that now that you’re way more involved with it. it’s still interesting, just not something you wanted to spend weeks on.

despite your dissatisfaction with the project itself, nothing can take away from the additional time you get to spend with gaz.

but there’s one thing bothering you about everything…

it’s all so impersonal. when you exchanged numbers with gaz, you told yourself you were going to ask him out. real shit. making your intentions known, so to speak. but when you both showed up to the cafè, well. you two just proceeded to talk about the project. an hour sipping macha and you didn’t even discover what sports he does to keep this fit (you think he just lifts). he seems to be expediently dodging any of your attempts to get to know him for real. your tactically chosen cleavage shirts do nothing to make his eye wander. your beautiful skirts get you enough attention from old slimy men on the bus but not from gaz. 

but he’s not necessarily cold, either… and when you don’t see each other for a while, he actually hugs you when you meet. 

you know what this sounds like. completely delusional, per your friends again.

maybe he’s gay, says the most positive. maybe he’s just not into you girl, move on! exclaims the realist one. you don’t lose hope. you’re made of sterner stuff.

but god keeps testing you.

one day at the cafè with gaz you’re engrossed reading a new excerpt he just sent you when you hear a noise. a second later, you realise it’s a voice. a scottish one.

“ay, gazzie, what’re you up to? oh, got a new girl to tutor this semester?” says a laddish sort with blue eyes and a mohawk (?).

what?

new?

you freeze. gaz is smiling, beautifully, as he introduces you to his friend soap as his project partner. that does have a kick, but you’re still stuck on the new. so he does this often. seeing girls.

and when you’re done with the project, you will never see him again.

because you’re not friends enough for that.

you go cold a bit.

you don’t stop working on the project, of course. but you limit to the minimum indispensable not to draw suspicion. it draws it anyway, and gaz often asks if everything is okay when you’re not nearly as chipper as you used to be in your sessions. even price, despite his usual no-nonsense approach, once tells you you can talk to him about anything that bothers you. but you can’t tell him hey so i kinda had a big crush on a guy and i just realised i realistically have no chance so i’m kinda mourning the lost hours of my life doing something i don’t enjoy (in your field of interest).

it’s cool. it’s still been a learning experience. the project is only meant to last another week and then you’ll be free to metabolize the biggest unresolved crush of your life without getting directly rejected. again, it’s cool.

you just finished setting your tinder account when you receive a message from gaz.

hey. would you like to hangout tomorrow night? not related to work dw.

oh. well.

i mean…

sure x

you’re at his flat. holy shit, you’re at gaz’s house! you almost balked when you saw his huge ass roomate come out of his room, face mask and all, but it’s a cozier space than you imagined guys in their 20s could live together in.

“do you want something to drink? we’ve got, uh, beer and tap water?” he’s dressed much more informally than usual. a grey hoodie that looks particularly comfortable.

“i’m good, thanks,” you smile nervously. he closes the fridge and makes a gesture to show you to his room.

you both sit on his bed. you can feel cold sweat on your back. but unfortunately, you have a bad feeling.

“so, i just noticed that you’ve kinda changed this last month,” he starts. oh god. the worried talk from your crush might actually send you straight to intensive care due to sheer embarrassment. 

“you have a sad aura about you, and you’re not nearly as enthusiastic about our work as you used to be at the start. i wanted to ask if me or professor price did anything that you disliked or-”

“no, not at all,” you interrupt him for what must be the first time ever, irritated by the whole ordeal, “and did prof price set you to this?”

“what? no!” he justifies himself, “i did this by myself.”

“so you could organize this,” you offhandedly gesture to his (incredibly tidy, ugh) room, “but couldn’t ask what was wrong with me seriously any other time we saw each other?”

“w. what is wrong with you?” he asks, and for the first time he registers as someone who is your peer, and not particularly wiser or experienced than you.

you just sigh. it’s out of character for you. you’ve played the part of the ever available sweet girl, but it’s just so much. a trained animal does need its treat.

gaz is reading your face with a concentration you’ve usually seen him display only in studying and not in casual settings. with a start, you realise this is by far the most intimate conversation you two have ever had.

“i just lost passion for the project a bit.”

silence hangs in the room after that. it gets broken up quickly by gaz, though.

“i knew you didn’t give a shit about price’s class. i could see it in your eyes,” he whispers to you, like he’s revealing some kind of world secret scoop.

you roll your eyes, a bit peeved by his directness. he’s never been this pungent with you.

it feels new. it feels exhilarating.

 “so? i’m not the first nor the las-”

“maybe try telling a dude that you like him before you give him the silent treatment?” he retorts.

“you won’t even talk about yourself!” you exclaim, but you can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks.

“i need to keep official uni stuff and private stuff separate.”

you laugh, genuinely and heartily. fuck trying to be demure about it.

“what are you, bond? mate, we do our work in starbucks. it couldn’t possibly get anymore casual than this.”

“oi, chill it with the cheek. some of us actually care about our academic record.”

“oh so you think i don’t– hmmph!”

is this really happening. is kyle fucking garrick kissing you. and not chastely either. his kiss is passionate and fiery, like he has been desiring, wanting you as you have him. which is just unthinkable, right? his hands on your shoulders release their hold on you only a bit when he stops for air.

“i knew it. i knew you liked me.” he says, tone arrogant and know-it-all.

“good job einstein, you want a prize for that?

“nah, your pussy will do,” and you gasp at that. you should be outraged. where’s the sweet man you’ve daydreamed about in class? until you realise you’re actually seconds away from fucking your crush, which sobers you up quickly. who gives a shit what image he projects at school? what matters is you’ve hung out with him enough to get to see him in bed, which was the intent of your whole operation.

“you’re a fucking fiend,” you tell him, but start to remove your shirt anyway. to your joy, you notice the slightest tremble in his fingers as he looks for a condom in his nightstand. maybe he isn’t truly the nonchalant fuckboy he’s trying to project here, either… 

that’s how you end up riding him in his own room, the first time you kiss, the first time you really get to unmask in front of each other. behind a seemingly warm smile, a careful thought process, months of planning. courteous interactions hiding heat.

his long cock spears you on him with no chance of escaping. but he’s offering himself to you, his only control his hands on your hips, softly guiding you. you fuck yourself on him in haste and almost anger, the feeling of rejection dissipating with each stroke in and out. when his long fingers come to rub your clit, you almost blank out. you kiss him out of gratitude and restiveness, the vibration of his own moan reverberating through your body. when you go limp after coming, he chases his own release by fucking you from under, his groan tight against your neck. 

“if you try to ghost me after today or after the project is done, i’m stapling pictures of your face with fake measurements all over uni,” you tell him while he’s still inside you, caging his face between your arms.

“damn, girl, i got it,” he laughs, not intimidated by your threat in the slightest. you huff a bit at that, but lay down the sword for now. you get off him to lie next to him in bed, still in disbelief over what just happened.

“i liked your cookies, by the way.”

“what?”

“the ones you made for christmas.”

“ah. i’m not really much of a cook, i thought they weren’t sweet enough.”

“nah, they were great. and i also like your part in the project,” he turns to fully look at you, “do you really not enjoy it?”

now you feel bad. why is he being so nice again?

“that’s not true, it’s just– it was kind of accidental. i got so good because i wanted to talk to you. but i don’t dislike what we’ve done so far.”

“well, consider me impressed,” he smiles as he kisses you, and you feel it again. that absolutely punch to the gut that renders you completely powerless.

you’re done for, definitely.  

a/n: i was informed TAs do not actually exist in british universities. this is very sad for the realism of my fic (???) but please imagine that they do and that they look like gaz. nice right. 

BONUS:

you’re not clueless to the concept of a walk of shame. it’s alright. everyone has been there. the problem is that the morning after you leave in a hurry after kissing gaz on the cheek because you’ve both got different places to be, and he’s still dressing in the bathroom. when you leave his room, you immediately get a weird, oppressing feeling. it only gets worse as you make your way through the corridor. you have to pass the kitchen before getting to the main door. 

there, the huge ass roommate is eating his cereal milk by himself. 

it’s him. this is who is cursing your existence from here to eternity. maybe you should have been more careful about the noise…

the teaspoon looks far too small for him as he eats his breakfast. his dark eyes pin you in place as you fix your bag on your shoulder.

“good morning…” you let out, scared shitless. you don’t even wait for his reply as you open the door and get out of there.

“fucking hell,” is all simon says. now even gaz has a bird. he should probably hang out with johnny more.

[tawked]

Batman & The Outsiders vol. 1, 2017, org. 1983.

I kind of wish this was something we in fandom considered more because it is fucking hilarious.

While Dick Grayson was running around with the Titans, Bruce was actually trying to form his own dumb little Justice League Dark lol.

Dick was like, look, our methods just differ too much, our process and perspective on how to balance this superheroic life are off. He's hanging out with other superheroes who are more well-adjusted, some of whom are inherently magical people and their being superheroes is kind of just their nature (Raven, Donna), some of whom can't really be civilians because they can't socially integrate that way (Starfire, Cyborg), and one of whom is a veteran from a team that quite literally became his legal family via adoption only to get blown the fuck up on Bad Writing Island (dw Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance fixed it 50+ years later).*

Dick is experiencing superheroism in a more open, honest way than ever before, with less of a strict demand for leading a dual life or operating in isolation and from the shadows.

Meanwhile Bruce is like yeah so my new team is in the batcave and uh they don't know Batman is Bruce Wayne so I'm telling them I'm just Batman's bestie dw I can make it work this is normal

I think the Bruce / Dick falling out is appropriately played up as some deeper melodrama. The DCAU handles it pretty well by not showing much of it and making it seem like a normal young adult striking out on their own thing, but like, with tights.

I also think the pre-Crisis canon approach is extremely funny. There's drama there, sure

like Dick wanting to become his own dude and feeling infantilised when Batman tries to lead his team, violating a certain superheroic boundary due to the complex roles Dick occupies as "sidekick" and "team leader" simultaneously.

sidenote I really like characterization where Dick as the social heart of the superhero community earned through experiences like this.

But I mean y'know like it's cool pre-Frank Miller Batman so he chills the fuck out and

while Batman learns very little from watching the Titans operate without such intense secretive social boundaries, because he's Batman lol.

Anyway literally all of this is noncanon

also shoutout to pre-Crisis Jason and his eager lil brother vibe

also also Beast Boy was always criminally underutilised in his dynamic with Robin, imo. I think it's because Marv Wolfman is mathematically the least funny writer ever and Beast Boy is supposed to have jokes, so he just kind of mangles that concept and through that the whole character. Part of it is that Beast Boy's mom getting fucking vaporized in front of him is never quite cooked right, so he reads more as having a lot of directionless teen angst underneath a very sexist and juvenile sense of humour. I don't like it lol. In a better universe, he and Robin share perspectives as two kid sidekicks who have matured out of their role, Beast Boy as a former Kitty Pryde-esque "team child," and Robin as the first sidekick. Anyway Beast Boy is actually my favourite superhero but specifically 1963 Doom Patrol Beast Boy. I love the Doom Patrol so much bros I