#i have a few goodies planned for this story still but i have other ideas cooking as well

[saingirl101]

Sacrament of the Hound - (Complete)

(aka a Commune Jayce Dark-fic that isn't good or bad ending but a secret third thing)

Chapter 12: Epilogue - Hymn of the Lovers

Pairing: Jayvik

Fandom: Arcane

Rating: Explicit

PLEASE READ CONTENT WARNINGS AT THE START OF THE CHAPTER.

Chapter 12 Summary Teaser:

Viktor frowns as he considers the one missing piece in their new life here. Jayce by his side. Unfortunately, since they last spoke on the Astral plane that night four months ago Jayce has been deep in his transformative sleep. The sleep wasn't surprising given how his metamorphosis occurred, what made Viktor anxious was that his transformation only took a few weeks and meanwhile, Jayce had been asleep for several months with no indication when he would wake. As a result, he’s thrown himself into these daily tasks around the commune with more interest than is probably warranted. Anything to avoid returning to their empty home or worse the Sanctum that has become Jayce’s recovery chamber. That’s nothing to say of the astral plane where Jayce’s soul lies limply behind a glass case. It reminds him in a horrible way of the memory he’d see of little Oriana, floating in a death-like state. The only concession he’s made is having his soul form sit against the glass case, waiting for the time his beloved will awaken.

Story Cover Art Commissioned from: Wetcatjayce / Howling-wizard

[a-aexotic]

One where rafe and reader can’t stop messing around even though they are in a relationship with other people.? Only if you want to write it🥺

hey love! this was so fun…. should i make it into a series LMFAO?? 🫣💀

taglist: @eli-yeah @hallecarey1 @midnightsgetawaycar @vigilanteshitposting

cw’s: fwb (kinda), being the second choice, cheating, crying, angst??, lying, lmk if i missed anything!

It wasn’t right: what you and Rafe were doing wasn’t right. Then why did it feel so good? It didn’t make sense. 

You were usually a goody-two shoes; it was your best quality but it was your worst as well. Wanting to do the right thing was a good quality to have but it wasn’t exactly fun. It got you awards, praises from parents wishing that they you were their child and it got you scholarships. Little did they know, Outer Bank’s golden child had a messy secret. 

You were dating the Kook Academy’s famous Quarterback, Noah Yanis. You had been dating him since 8th grade, your parents had planned your relationships since you were born. You and Noah were the It couple in Outer Banks; everyone thought you were endgame. Your parents planned every aspect of your relationship. Your anniversary, first date, engagement and wedding; it was perfect. He’d given you a promise ring a few months into dating and after that, it was never genuine. It was never really genuine, though. 

Noah was sweet and smart, everything a girl would want. Not only was he nice, he was tall and had a dreamy face. Every Kook wanted to be him or be with him, so why didn’t you? Your relationship was supposed to be picture-perfect; but that’s all it was, surface level and shallow. Your feelings weren’t real; you weren’t even really in love, you could barely stand him at times. 

It was all an act; your love for Noah was anything but genuine, it was all for show. You wore Noah's jersey at his games and he got you flowers when you got a good grade but it was all for public approval. In private, he never spoke to you and it was just silent, no speaking.

In the beginning, you wanted him to like you. At first, he did. It slowly faded into slight resentment because he couldn't go after the girls he genuinely wanted. You've always wanted his love, ever since you started dating.

It was supposed to picture perfect -- your personalized fairytale love story. You were a romantic by default and you thought even if it was fake, it could turn into something real. But that only happens in books.

You slowly started to resent him as well, he never satisfied you in any way. When you hung out, he never talked to you. He was always on the game, headset on as he screamed at the screen whilst you sat on his bed, bored. That's what really happened behind closed doors.

Noah didn't even try to get to know you. If someone asked him to tell them your favorite color, he wouldn't have the slightest idea. Your favorite flower, or book, or even TV show, Noah wouldn't know.

Your friends were all surface level, too. They wouldn't have the slightest idea, as well. That was all you craved though, someone to truly see you for you. You were sure you've never had a true best friend, too.

That's probably why you were so addicted to Rafe Cameron.

You still remember the first night he had truly touched you. It was your 17th birthday and it was an important birthday because of Mamma Mia. Your birthday was Mamma Mia themed, of course - it was supposed to be perfect.

It was supposed to be perfect. Noah ruined it, of course. He had brought the wrong cake and that was just the beginning. He got shitfaced and spilled wine all over your white dress.

You ran outside and no one had followed you. Rafe watched as you walked out of your own party, your supposed best friend not even noticing.

He went after you and comforted you. It was unlike Rafe, to care about someone's feelings. But he saw himself in you, your hurt expression as the people who were supposed to care for you most, ignore you.

Your tear stained face, puffy eyes and red stained dress was a sad sight for Rafe. You were supposed to be the Golden child of OBX, how could no one care about you?

That was the first thing Rafe realized about you. You two were more similar than he thought.

He sat with you outside, listening to you pour your heart out to him; someone who she maybe had talked to, three times this past year. You were obviously a little wasted but it didn't matter, you genuinely felt that way. And he empathized with you because he related to what you were saying.

After your rant, you couldn't help but embrace him. He was tense at first but melted into the hug; he hadn't felt such a soft touch since his mother had passed away.

As you pulled away and he saw your defected expression, he couldn't help but lean in for a kiss. And that was how it all began.

--

"Noah's birthday is tomorrow, are you doing anything with him?" Your mother asked as she unloaded the dishwasher. You were sitting on the island, eating some yogurt and the sudden mention of Noah made your appetite go away.

You and Noah hadn't talked about any plans besides the party he was having. "Not sure. Uh, it depends but I know he's having a party."

She smiled at that. "Are you planning it?"

"No, he didn't plan mine so why should I plan his?" You snapped, rudely. Your mother was taken aback at your sudden flare up, making you sigh.

"I know, Y/N, but it's his 18th. That's an important birthday, he's an adult now." Your mother reasoned as she put back the dishes.

"If you care so much, why don't you do it?"

Your mother tensed up angrily as she sighed and slammed the dishwasher. "Y/N, watch your tongue. There's no need to get all emotional."

You huffed before getting down from the island. You glared at your mother, crossing your arms as you decided to go to your room.

Noah's birthday wasn't important because obviously, yours wasn't to him. He ruined yours and you were crushed but you didn't even get an apology after. His birthday was meaningless to you.

As you got to your room, you closed your room and huffed dramatically as you got on your bed. You closed your eyes. You had gotten Noah the cologne he wanted and that was far more than what he deserved.

You didn't know how you were going to deal with Noah forever because your parents are hellbent about you getting married to him. Why doesn't even it matter? He's not that important, anyway.

The only reason why they want you two to get married is so you can be an important role in OBX society. Noah was going to inherit his father's business after college and it's worth more than anything else on this island. So if you marry him, you're 1. going to play an important role as Noah's wife and 2. you're going to be filthy rich.

You know your parents meant well but you weren't happy and neither was Noah. If they force you two to get married at their will, they're setting them up for a life of unhappiness.

You heard the text message ding and were drawn out of your thoughts. You opened your phone and saw Rafe's little icon and your lips morphed into a smile.

rafe 🍃💫 u left ur swimsuit here

rafe 🍃💫 thought u might need it since ur going swimming later

You had forgot that you were going swimming with your friends later that day. You were glad Rafe had reminded you, you knew your friends loved to hold stupid grudges.

Your face heated up at the mention of your clothes being at his house; it had been a normal thing now but you still blushed childishly. You spent most nights at his house, now that you think about it, but he still made you feel a certain way. A way that Noah never did.

You felt guilty but that all melted away the moment his lips move against yours, because for once you're doing something for your own will and not anyone else's.

You quickly replied to message.

y/n 😍🤭 okay, i'll swing by later to pick it up

y/n 😍🤭 thanks for reminding me i almost forgot ab it 🥰

Rafe replied as quickly as you did.

rafe 🍃💫 ofc goregous

rafe 🍃💫 i'll see u at noah's party tmr?

y/n 😍🤭 yea sadly 🤢

rafe 🍃💫 im dreading it too, dw

rafe 🍃💫 only upside is that im seeing u 😤

You blushed at his statement. Before you could reply, you heard a knock at your door. "Come in."

You were expecting your mother to come in but it was Noah. Your mood immediately changed and you tried your best not to frown. Noah came in, all sweaty from his practice. He sat down on your bed and you sighed.

"Noah, I'm gonna need to change my sheets now, they're going to be drenched in your sweat." Your face morphed into a disgusted expression as he brushed it off.

"It's fine, Y/N. Anyway, you going swimming with Mar later?" Her nickname rolled off his tongue so easily and you couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

Marissa, or Mar, is Noah's best friend. She also considered herself yours, as well but after your birthday, you've considered her Noah's friend rather than yours.

She only really liked Noah and it was obvious she liked him. She throws herself at him and acts like the most annoying person when he's around. She wasn't always like that; at some point, she was your best friend but that all changed when you and Noah started dating.

Noah surprisingly actually really likes her, so you have deal with her. He actually seems to like her more than you at times, and that is enough to deal with in it of itself.

Long story short, Mar is a bitch.

"Yeah, she practically forced me." You mumbled as you got up from your bed, your phone slipping from your hands onto the bed. Noah laughed.

"You know she means well." No I don't, actually. "It's going to be fun, though."

Your phone rings before you could reply and you brushed it off, thinking it was maybe one of your friends. You walked into your bathroom, getting a hairbrush.

"Why is Rafe Cameron texting you?"

Your heart dropped. You were glad you had your text previews off because god help you if Noah had read that message, no matter what it said.

"Uh, he knows a good dealer so I'm getting you a present. Another one." You lied. Noah was a little suspicious but as you walked over to him, he put your phone down. You swallowed down a sigh of relief.

"Okay, good. Can you bring the weed to Mar's?"

You blinked. You didn't have any weed, neither did Rafe (at the moment). "Uh, sure."

He smiled and got up, giving you chaste kiss on the lips. You were taken aback.

"Thanks, babe." He walked out of your room as you stood there, dumbfounded and now, in a situation you don't know how to get out of.

-

You walked into Mar's house, no weed in hand. You only had a few hours before you'd have to leave for Mar's and you didn't have time to go and find it for them.You didn't know how Noah was going to react to that but hopefully he won't make a big deal.

You had dropped by the Cameron's like planned and you had changed into the swimsuit you'd left there. You walked outside where you knew your friends would be. Mar was sitting outside of the pool, her legs dangling into the pool as Noah sat next to her; they were talking.

When Noah saw you, he looked to your hands and was confused when he didn't see a bag of the green plant they loved so much. Mar also moved her gaze to watch you.

"Hey." You said plainly, putting down your tote in the pool chair. "I couldn't get ahold of Rafe so I couldn't get Rafe."

"He didn't reply?" Noah got out of the pool to come to you. "Of course he did, he's probably high at some chick's house." He chuckled as you bite your tongue. You knew the only chick's house he's ever at is yours. "God, sometimes I really wish I was Cameron, man. He has too much fun."

That comment was very backhanded as he looked at you and then turned to Mar as she got out of the pool. Before you could respond, she made her way over to the two of you. "So, no weed?"

You nodded, already regretting your decision of even going to her house. Maybe you could fake your way out of staying and you could leave early.

They both sighed heavily and turned around, getting in the pool once again. You watched as they ignored you and you felt jealous and annoyed. You felt like a third wheel with your best friend and boyfriend, how pathetic was that?

"Uh, do you guys know if Nance is coming?" You asked as you sat on the pool chair, laying down. You couldn't even tan because it was already 6:30, you were essentially just there for mere decor. If they were going to just sit there and flirt this whole time, they should've had the decency to do it behind your back.

Nance was the only one in your friend-group you'd consider an actual friend. You'd know her your entire life practically and she was your best friend before you'd met Mar. She'd been with you through everything; when you were considered ugly, when the only person you had was her, when you'd started dating Noah and now, she was still there. She was the most genuine person you knew and you could hold a conversation with her without wanting to rip your hair out, which is saying a lot when considering the people who live on this godforsaken island.

"I'm not sure, maybe." Mar answered quickly before giggling at something Noah had said, playfully hitting his arm. You bit back the urge to throw her in the pool as you glared at them.

You ignored her response and went back on your phone, going on TikTok before eventually getting bored. Before closing your phone, you felt it buzz in your hand and you looked at the top.

rafe 🍃💫 wanna come over after ur lame pool party? ❤️

You looked over at Mar and Noah; they were too enthralled with each other to even notice your sudden mood change. For once you were glad that they were ignoring your presence. You moved your gaze back to your phone and clicked on the message, typing a quick response.

y/n 😍🤭 can i come now?

[tumblingxelian]

Wednesday Fanfic Concept - The Traumatized Time Traveler

Summary: Enid watches as her new roommate stares her down, glassy eyes wide as she offers her hand, the words "Wednesday Friday Addams," Escaping her mouth in an almost pained whisper.

Smiling brightly she grasps it, not too firmly given Wednesday looks like she might be bowled over by a stiff breeze and she cheerily greets her.

"I'm so glad you're here Wednesday, I'm Enid asiménio oíko Sinclair."

Her gaze flickered to the adults and she could only wonder...

Why were they giving Wednesday such shocked stares?

Concept:

Wednesday failed. Everyone died, even if Crackstone was killed there was no one left to celebrate just a mass of cooling corpses beneath the Blood Moon.

Goody, uses a back up plan involving all the energy from the recently dead Outcasts, the forests she cursed and Blood Moon to send Wednesday back.

But this means she is no longer around and Wednesday... Well the experience has kind of broken her. What's more the story is told entirely from the outsider point of view of other characters.

Her confidence has basically been destroyed by having been played so deeply and failed so terribly. She's being eaten alive by guilt from the past life and by her indecision born of trauma in this new life.

She believes she will go insane, possibly soon because she has lost access to her ancestors. She is suffering ghost pains for wounds she never got specifically in her hand, stomach and head, which can be debilitating.

Let alone the unwilling mutism which emerges when she feels overwhelmed, or the stray panic attacks and shut downs when confronted by people like Tyler or Thornhill.

Wednesday knows who the enemy is and what their plan is, but she's so fractured that anytime she tries to take action she starts shutting down.

Worse still she takes all of this to be curses so even the stuff that psychologically or medication could help with is off the table at first.

From Enid's perspective her roommate is just like, this extremely delicate and not very expressive psychic who she becomes incredibly protective of from like minute 1.

Thing is trying to decode how or why Wednesday suffered such a violent shift in personality. He believes its visions but can that alone explain it?

Also Wednesday's trauma doesn't only manifest in her being more fragile.

I have this idea in mind where after her first therapy session (Which goes better) Weems tries to take her out for coffee to bond. She does not grasp how desperately Wednesday wants to avoid this until she was briefly separated from her and Wednesday either shuts down or legs it to the car when confronted by Tyler and his dad.

Cue Wednesday returning to her empty rom room and having a world class destructive meltdown. One where she destroys a ton of her own possessions in a rage before collapsing when Enid finds her, falling into a panic attack at the thought of her leaving,

Enid ends up having to coax her through it with Kinbott on the phone before basically keeping Wednesday snuggled in her lap for the next few hours. Which also involves a lot of self loathing spilling out as she vents about how "Broken" and "Not meant to be this way" she is.

Some other factors include:

Enid being set off by Thornhill early on cos the woman is insistent on barging into their room to "Greet Wednesday" despite Enid telling her she's gone to bed & generally being kind of pushy.

This ad her discussion with Thing once Thornhill has been harried out of the room and forced to give them both detentions before Wednesday fell asleep again, reminds Enid of some near forgotten history with the teacher.

Namely of she and Thornhill having once been very close but going past her boundaries with stuff like, "Maybe I can help you wolf out?" only to grow very distant when Enid said she had to contact her pack elders to discuss any medical treatments.

Basically, Enid was Thornhills first pick for "Pet monster" but while Enid lacked a good support network in family she has a strong sense of cultural loyalty to the pack & is subtly leery of humans.

The West Wolf Wearhs also did not approve of some human pushing in on one of theirs. Weems obscured it as mere cultural ignorance and the diverse cultural and psychological developments of Outcasts mean the grooming attempts were not quite picked up on.

Rowan probably hangs around longer as a threat or maybe avoids death, which only enchances ENid's protectiveness and presents a constant underlying danger.

Xavier's also much worse here because Wednesday isn't outright hostile to him thanks to the trauma and her guilt. Thus he feels that the only thing keeping him & Wednesday apart is Enid + Yoko/Bianca when Enid's not around.

Weems and the Addams do try to intervene and speculate on why Wednesday changed so much, most think some kind of traumatic vision response.

Morticia: We grew so worried that there was hushed talk of seeking to cancel her arrival at Nevermore and seek some other deal with the courts. But when Wednesday heard our concern it was like it lit a fire in her little black heart again she raged at being treated so delicately. I had hoped this a passing thing because of that, but it seems the wound is deeper than I realized.

Chapters:

I have more chapters in mind for this but in broad strokes:

Chapter 1: Enid is very excited if a touch nervous to meet her new roomie & find Wednesday to be a fragile and shy girl who needs space from crowds during the tour. They communicate by sign for a bit and Enid gets a version of the Piranha story and promises to set the record on Wednesday straight with her just protecting family and not killing. Wednesday is also subtly clingy and clearly very tried.

Enid skips the rest of class to help Wednesday set up their room, and discovers her shaking hand and helps sooth it thanks to her own nerve endings being unique due to the claws. Wednesday has an early night but Thornhill pushes in (Acting off outdated info on Wednesday's personality) and tries to make her feel 'special'

This only serves to panic Wednesday and she's borderline forced out of the room by Enid. She ends up giving her detention which does make Wednesday act, demanding she have one too. Thornhill plans to use said detention to try 'bonding stage 2' and agrees. Wednesday is coaxed back to sleep then Enid finds Thing and they chat and agree Thornhill feels sketchy.

Chapter 2: Wednesday's sleep is obviously quite troubled so even with an early night she doesn't seem super rested. But she joins Enid for breakfast and exchanges class info with Yoko & Divina who subtly agree to keep an eye on her in classes Enid does not share.

Enid needs to leave to speak with Weems and manages to basically char the principle into letting them off detention by being very careful with her words. This being one of the reasons Weems felt Enid would be a good room mate for Wednesday too.

While this was happening however Xavier approached Wednesday with his little spider drawing. Divina & Yoko's pre-existing relationship and Wednesday's seeming acceptance made them at first allow it. But it became clear he was making her uncomfortable and getting way to into her space and ignoring their attempts to make him leave.

Then Enid returns and jams her claws into the spider and in swiping the sketchpad off the table places her other claws at Xavier's throat moments before he could start properly yelling.

"Oh sorry!" Her voice is stretched thin like a dying man's scream, "I was trying to swat an uninvited pest." Her lips pull back unnaturally far revealing every pointed fang, "Want to give me a fleshier target?"

Suffice to say Xavier pisses off, but will return to continue being awful. Enid is worried she scared Wednesday but she instead the girl seems very relieve.

There is actually still a fencing match with Bianca and it actually goes on for awhile. Wednesday gets the first round (Thanks to knowing how Bianca will move) But Bianca picks up on the fact Wednesday was not reading her moves & goes full chaotic, and gets the second point. Then they fuel for the third for awhile before Bianca wins and they go off to wash off.

While in the showers though Bianca finds Wednesday's ghost pains playing up though they are not the reason for her loss but we see they confuse and distress her a lot and that she thinks they are a curse not trauma. Bianca is very much not hostile to Wednesday in this who is intern not hostile.

Chapter 3: Wednesday's therapy session with Kinbott goes better than canon. Her guilt over the woman's death does make her talk a little. Plus the negative reputation of Outcasts compounded with the circumstances of the attack (Pugsley) and Wednesday's delicate disposition lead Kinbott to think the reports were all exaggerating her behavior.

Weems takes her to the Weathervane and Wednesday struggles to speak to protest. Because Weems is there the pilgrim boys are not an issue. However Tyler gets a call to the Weathervane from Thornhill as ;apparently; Weems's phone is not working.

He uses this to try and approach Wednesday about a 'rumor' ad then his dad arrives to be all aggressive and posturing. Weems returns to either escort a near catatonic Wednesday out or to find she is basically huddled up in the car outside.

Wednesday returns to her room and has the ensuing meltdown with Weems calling Kinbott for advice. Enid forces her way in and terrified of Enid leaving her Wednesday both starts crying and having a panic attack. After that was soothed and it was promised Galpin would be kept far away from her (With Weems promising to look into his 'nonsense claims) Wednesday stays with Enid and gets the first good nights sleep she had in awhile.

They also have a little talk with Wednesday feeling worthless because she "Cannot do what she needs to" and Enid assuring her she doesn't need to do anything to deserve love. Which Wednesday returns regarding her transformation. Suffice to say, Enid s very adoring of her.

Also Rowan has likely made at least one murder attempt at this point.

Chapter 4: The school day goes well save for some 'accidents' and Wednesday has so far managed to avoid Thornhill who has been updated on Wednesday's disposition and is trying to re-calculate her strategy.

Wednesday also joins the Hummers and is very, very insistent Eugene never enter the forest alone. EVER.

The main focus is actually the harvest festival and cos she slept well Wednesday is closer to normal though be it still clingy with Enid and trying to be a bit more communicative with Yoko & Divina too.

Wednesday: Why does a town without farms have a harvest festival?

Enid: Oh I know this one! Basically, about 200 years ago, the land across the rver where Nevermore is built came ot life. Within a few weeks the forests had grown devouring fields and houses.

Divina: Naturally Outcasts were blamed, as though the land obeys our every whim.

Yoko: Though it could have been some ancient curse coming to life, or just the earth waking up. My Sire hints at this stuff but I won't know till I ascend.

Enid: Yhe point is, the town lost most of its farms and a collection of Outcasts with wealth bought the land, warded it and built Nevermore. Since then Jericho had to move away from farming and into other stuff, like tourist attractions and big game hunting.

Wednesday: I see... (Takes bite of hot dog) A rather apt microcosm of Americas evolution into a theme park dedicated to itself then.

All three laugh.

Tyler shows up again to try and give Wednesday a police report but gets chased off by the girls, but Wednesday 'has' a vision it was a police file about her father

They go om the Ferris wheel while Weems goes to speak with Galpin and there's some talked of calling Galpin with a false tip to see if he is obsessed with Wednesday's dad.

Small town cop is super bigggoted and has an agenda is much easier for them to buy than a monster murdering a guy they saw being alive. Rowan may make some attempts but does not succeed but there's definitely a sense Wednesday is in danger. Bianca may help.

Chapter 5: I have less clear ideas on this, but Wednesday's sessions with Kinbott continue. The general consensus is that Tyler's dad has some beef with Wednesday's. Also there is some subtle guiding towards investigating certain events that will be plot relevant later.

Also Wednesday helps the team with the Po-Cup perhaps. Not sure if she goes ahead t lay traps, or Yoko is snuck onto the island, or if Wednesday just alters the ship. Though I do love the idea of Enid fist fighting a Siren underwater and winning. Also Rowan may use this for another attempt.

After that things grow a bit more vague, hence my not writing it.

Note:

One thing I like exploring is Outcasts actually being, ya know, hated and feared and how this would inform and influence even perky characters like Enid.

Also Wednesday low key may fear Enid likes this version of her better. But does also know how far Enid went for her in the original timeline.

Though yeah she is low key dependent on Enid who doesn't quite realize it or know how to fix it and just wants to protect her.

[project-reaper]

Moving forward into 2024!

I haven’t really had a proper chance to say Happy New Years, so this will have to suffice, with a little breakdown of what’s been going on and what’s to come!

WHAT I'VE BEEN UP TO

I’ve been spending the better part of the last year working on new projects and endeavors. Both with Time Gate and outside of it. From vendoring at markets and working expo’s for the first time to working on art pieces completely outside of Time Gate, 2023 was a hell of a year and it makes me all the more hyped for 2024. That said, I’ve been carrying a weight with me through 2023 that’s made it difficult to enjoy it to the fullest - the weight of knowing that [AFTERBIRTH] is still on hiatus.

This isn’t the longest hiatus that I’ve been on, but it’s certainly starting to approach the record and I wanna get it back on track. Like getting back in shape after spending an entire winter hibernating and eating nothing but junk food, getting back into drawing [AFTERBIRTH] on a schedule is gonna be a process of rebuilding good habits and learning what I can do better to keep those habits alive and well.

The fortunate side to taking hiatuses is that it always does give me a new sense of perspective. In this case, I learned that I put myself through a lot at the start of [AFTERBIRTH]’s production. Like, way more than I realized. At the time I thought I was super capable - and I am! - but now in hindsight I can recognize it wasn’t healthy or sustainable for me to manage that sort of output all on my own. I’m still grinding away at comics like I always do with those other projects I’ve mentioned, but it’s still nothing near the amount of work I put myself through just to meet my own deadlines with [AFTERBIRTH]. I also have this thing called help now in the form of a background artist who’s been working with me on those other projects, which has been an amazing and enriching experience.

Having that time away from [AFTERBIRTH] not only gave me the breathing room I needed to recuperate from the burnout I got myself into, but also got me out of the routines I had stuck myself into, which has given me some new tricks and skills that I’m really hyped to bring back into Time Gate with me.

This does, in a way, mean that I’ve had to really reflect on Time Gate, a lot. It’s a project I’ve been writing since I was a kid, and drawing as a webcomic since I was around 18-19. It’s changed a lot in that time, but I’m finding while a lot of those changes have been reflected in the comic as it is, there are still so many more I want to make - because like the comic, I’ve changed a lot, too, both as an artist and as a person, and considering Time Gate’s always been a sort of personal extension of myself, I no longer resonate with a lot of parts of it that I’ve since outgrown. It’s not so much that I want to hide or take for granted those parts of it that are ‘uglier’, but I want the writing and art to be expressed in the best way it can be because at the end of the day, I’m trying to tell a coherent story that’s enjoyable to read and experience. I’m also the sort of person who learns best by just getting their hands dirty and learning what not to do, and boy, have I spent a lot of years doing just that through Time Gate.

GOING FORWARD

So, going forward, I’ve adjusted my schedule with my other projects to accommodate the time I need to both get back into Time Gate: [AFTERBIRTH] as well as prepare for the upcoming convention season. I’ve got a bunch of plans for this year’s markets with new ideas for prints and stickers and other goodies that I’m really excited to make! And I just, overall, want to pull myself out of the burnout funk. You can’t force recovery to happen on your own time but there does come a point where you gotta start taking steps otherwise you get stagnant, and I feel like that’s where I’ve been the last few months.

AFTERBIRTH FORMAT CHANGE

[AFTERBIRTH]’s format will be changing back to page format in its second season. Vertical format works for some projects and stories, but not for Time Gate. It’s been fun, but part of learning what I’m best at is learning what I’m not best at and the vertical format is too limiting for what I want to do with Time Gate in the future. Color will still be remaining!

REAPER RECOMPILED

I will also be working on the Recompiled editions of Reaper. These will predominantly be the first few volumes redrawn and rewritten to accommodate a tighter story down the road. I know, I know, “don’t get trapped redrawing/rewriting stuff”, but I feel the changes that I wanna make are so necessary that they’re part of what’s holding me back from continuing with [AFTERBIRTH] into Thread of Fate and beyond. There are a lot of really silly and otherwise unnecessary writing decisions I made back during Reaper that I currently feel aren’t working for what I’m trying to accomplish in its sequels, and let’s face it, I wrote it almost ten years ago when I was still very much learning, so it’s due for an upgrade. It'll be the last time too, because it'll be putting us on Loop 9999 and remember what Matty said about surpassing 9999-

This will be something I’ll be picking at slowly but surely. When it’s ready I’ll basically be replacing the old pages and updating any new mirror sites with only the new version (I’m currently planning on trying out NamiComi and Lemoon and of course I'll be continuing to post on ComicFury and GlobalComix).

THE BIG GREEN ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM-

All of that will basically be working towards my biggest step - getting the flying fuck off Webtoons. Because let me tell you, I've basically spent the last two years like this:

Y’all know that I’m not really one to roll over and take shit from massive platforms, and Webtoons is no exception. I’ve been posting to it since 2016 and I’m very very much done with it; just like with Tapas it’s no longer the site it used to be and there’s fresh competition entering the market that I’d rather put my focus on. At the very least, I want my independence back, if I’m gonna be stuck having to market and network my own work anyways I’d much rather be doing it for my own site or platforms that aren’t constantly undercutting its creators by removing core features and not implementing necessary ones. I as well as many others have been doing our own investigating into Webtoons and we’re basically feeling like canaries in the mineshaft right now, picking up on some massive warning signs that we want to get ahead of. The worst that can happen is that I pull the same stats I pull on Webtoons somewhere else, what a tragedy that would be LMAO

LIVESTREAMING

And then of course there are my livestreams. Like learning the hard way that I shouldn’t have been drawing [AFTERBIRTH] on such a strict schedule, I’ve learned that streaming on the schedule I used to be streaming on just ain’t for me. Call it the ADHD but I’d much rather stream when I have something to legitimately talk about or showcase rather than force myself to stream even on days when I’m really not feeling up to talking. And I’d like to get back into doing actual video editing content, whether it’s speedpaints or gaming videos or commentary stuff, whatever have you. Now that I have a proper PC rig that’s actually built to do heavy duty stuff, the possibilities of what I can create are a LOT more vast and I wanna take full advantage of them!

That said, if you wanna see an example of what the streams will look like when we return, check out this lil’ time lapse demo:

Definitely couldn't do that on my old setup! It might not be regular streaming like before, but it’ll damn well be higher quality and more fun to watch haha

WELL THAT WAS A BIG WALL OF TEXT WASN'T IT

So yeah! That was a lot of words but I hope it clears up everything that's been happening on my end. Thanks for following along with my work all these years, whether it’s Time Gate or my lil’ secret projects or my streams, through all the ups and the downs. Long-term projects like these may take their toll but there’s so much joy in seeing them change and grow over time, and I want to fully embrace and reflect that growth as best as I can through what I bring you guys.

Thank you all so much, let’s make 2024 a good year <3

[cyanbugremix]

Father's Day - Stories of the Shaw Pack

Characters: Kid David & Gabe

CW: Is angsty at the end, due to David mourning.

Written in May 2024

Summary: 8 year old David could not go back to sleep, too excited to give his dad his presents for Father's Day.

Can be found ✨here on Ao3✨, written by moi (cyan_bug37 on Ao3)

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David was awake at almost five in the morning and was bouncing with energy to start the day. Today was Father’s Day, and he really wanted to give his dad his gifts. He had made a card during school, which had a picture of two wolves and a heart, and bubble letters that spell out Happy Father’s Day. And then there was the actual present.

His hand clasped around the small red keychain accessory that read “My Favorite Dad” with a heart at the end. He had bought it from the school store, with tables lined up with random goodies or trinkets, it had been a hard time choosing what to buy in such a short amount of time.

He was hoping that those two things were enough to show his love. But maybe he needed to give his dad something more?

He set his presents back down, and lightly padded down to the kitchen with a new plan. He grabbed out his dad’s favorite cereal and then hopped up onto the counter.

BANG. David froze, the loud noise echoing in the quiet house, and listened to see if his dad had heard him accidentally kicking one of the lower drawers. His dad would have definitely come bolting downstairs if he had.

David breathed out a sigh of relief, and continued his task.

With the bowl now acquired, he shook the cereal into it and then wobbly poured the milk too.

He carried the bowl and climbed the stairs, grabbing both of his gifts from his bedroom before making his way to his dad’s room.

David gently pushed the door open, hands steadying the bowl to make sure no contents spilled. He crept over to the bedside, placing the bowl on the nightstand, and examined his dad’s face. Yep. Definitely still asleep. He tapped Gabe’s shoulder a few times, his dad taking a sharp inhale of breath before opening his eyes.

“David? What are you doing up?” Gabe stuffily asked, and rubbed his face. “It’s 5 a.m. You should be asleep.”

“It’s Father’s Day,” David happily said, ignoring the fact that it was still super early. His father wasn’t too surprised, considering that David had been going through another bout of not wanting to sleep. Whether that meant David staying up late, or his son waking up way before sunrise.

Gabe muttered, “I’d argue that is exactly why we should both still be asleep, but that’s alright,” before flicking on the bedside lamp, the sun not having come up enough to brighten the room fully.

His eyes landed on the cereal bowl, and then the fact that David held a card and something else in his hand. “What do you got there?”

“A present and a card. Here,” He held out the card to him, and the keychain accessory.

Gabe gently took both of them and read the card, smiling at the picture on the front and seeing all the hearts that covered the inside of the card. Though the message written inside was generic, and most likely what his teachers had told them to write, he could tell that David put a lot of love into it.

He then examined the red keychain accessory that could wrap around your wrist. His eyes flicked back to David’s.

“I’m your favorite dad?” Gabe raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his face.

David nodded.

Gabe chuckled, wrapping an arm around his son. “I would hope so– I’m your only dad, bud!” David giggled along and fully wrapped himself around his dad. He tucked his head further into his dad’s neck. Safe. Home.

Gabe broke away from the hug after a moment, and petted David’s hair backwards. “I see you brought cereal as well.”

“Your breakfast in bed!” David peeled himself away and grabbed the bowl to hand over.

Gabe’s heart warmed. “Did you come up with that idea by yourself?”

Once Gabe grabbed the bowl, David moved around to the other side of the bed, hopping next to his dad. “Sort of. One of my classmates said that their parents do it for each other.”

Gabe took a bite of the now slightly soggy cereal, and hummed. “Thank you very much. I must be doing something right for you to be such a thoughtful kiddo.” David shrugged and relaxed against the headboard, taking the praise to heart. . .

- - -

He froze after opening the box. It was a small box full of cards, all of the ones that David had made over the years. . . And that Father’s Day card was on top.

His heart lurched in his throat as he stared and picked up the flimsy, folded paper. The feeling settled back down to an ache in his stomach, tears gathering, just waiting for him to blink so it could kick off another crying session.

He closed his eyes tightly and felt his lip trembling again, and pursed his lips. I can’t cry. I have to focus on cleaning out stuff. I–

David could have wailed if he wanted, but covered his mouth to prevent any sound to escape his body, even though nobody was in the home. His nose could barely get any air in or out, and he had broken out into a sweat. He kneeled to the floor, his whole weight sat on his legs, as his face became sticky and wet with snot and tears.

I miss you so fucking, goddamn much, Dad. I hope you know how much I love you, wherever you are now. . . I love you so so so fucking much. . .

His vision blurred with the seemingly continuous tears, and his body shook as he curled in on himself and repeated in his mind: It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair. Why couldn’t he have stayed?! It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair!

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As always, I have no ownership or rights to these characters, stories, or franchises. I write this to appreciate the content Redacted ASMR/audio makes. Anything I write is not official in their stories, other than using moments from the original story line. I make no profit from this.

Please don't steal.

[readypanda]

pspspsspsp tell me more abt ur stories. gives you sad wet pathetic cat eyes

OK so I literally just added this story to my pinned post and you might not have seen it but Imma tell you about my Y/A trauma story since I've been working on it lately

Here's the general description:

This story is about an upbeat goody two-shoes protagonist taking a dangerous and magical job she believes only she can do. In the story, she navigates life as an adult for the first time, makes friends, has crushes, fights great evils—all while her experiences change her more than she wants to admit.

This story is strange because the main character, Myla, has more superficial similarities to me than any other story I've written. I took details from my own life (my highschool, home town, friends, interests, etc.) to basically dress the early parts of the story with in-depth descriptions. However, I actually find that out of all the main characters from any of my stories, I think I relate to Myla the least. The further into the story I get, the less the superficial similarities matter as the real story unfolds. I guess all that is to say "the author's self insert" isn't as cut and dry as people tend to think it is.

In terms of the actual plot, a bulk of the story has Myla astral projecting into these strange and dangerous "otherworlds". I have fun describing the otherworlds, since I can kinda put whatever on the page. Some of them sound really beautiful and like places I'd want to visit (I described one in particular called "the glass beach otherworld" which sorta looks like a more colorful version of the dry reef from slime rancher), other sound kind of horrifying (like the Otherworld of Deep Shadows, which has, you guessed it, nothing but an abyss of smoke and shadows).

One thing I'm still working out in this story is whether or not it's ethical for Myla and these other characters to actually go into these otherworlds and risk disturbing the natural landscape (which is basically what the villain does). Only one character really seems to care much about this, representing the sort of environmentalist equivalent for these magical worlds, but I have yet to expand this idea to the other characters. I haven't written the finale of this story yet, but I think that's a question I'm going to examine when it's time for Myla to make her final choice--stay in the otherworlds and with this job or return to Earth and attempt to regain some normalcy.

OUT OF CONTEXT LINE TIME!!!!

"Cressida reaches to the floor and starts scrounging around for her precious dice like a scavenging chipmunk."

"Whatever, nerd."

"One colorful feature interrupts the gray cohesion of the place: a bike stand spray painted an uneven, flower shop worthy pink."

"I’m thinking...a curtain cut. Maybe like, Leon S. Kennedy, but more feminine.”

“They’re not movies, Mom, they’re playthroughs.”

"For a long second, I stare at the thing, everything else in the room falling to static background noise. Something about this feels uncanny. It’s like when I’m playing Minecraft and a chunk doesn’t load properly, making it appear as if the void swallowed that section of the world whole."

“What’s the sun like?”

“Nah, I’m breaking in.”

“Like doomguy,”

"It’s salty. Why is it salty?"

"Not quite the emotional kind. More like the hot-water-bottle-when-I-have-bad-cramps kind."

"I’ll admit, what I did next, I’m not the most proud of."

"She waves enthusiastically as she walks down the steps and to her car—a frankly quite hideous cybertruck."

"You would think I had just announced I’d be joining a nudist colony."

"This boy is insane!"

“Some people are nice to bugs,”

"So I'm ugly in other, more complex ways?"

"I don’t know how many fingers it has, but it’s the wrong number. Too many, or too few, I can’t tell."

"So you can cry in the otherworlds."

"Nellie jumpscares us."

"It’s like walking into the office of President Barbie."

“Why am I white?”

"I drink some root beer and form a tylenol plan of action so I can at least get a few hours of playtime in before I crash."

"She’s probably planning something, but I can’t be bothered to imagine what it is. I just hope it’s not another intervention."

"What the heck is Covid?"

Thanks for the ask and thanks for reading!!!

[w1ld-wr1t3r]

Trick or treat? 🩷🫶🏼🫂

I shake up my treat bag of writing goodies, reach inside, and pull out your random prize . . . behind-the-scenes of a fic or series! Congrats, trick-or-treater!

Hmm . . . let's go to my Star Wars AU for this one! All about how it was created, my reasoning for certain lore and narrative choices, and how some of my ideas are panning out:

When I say that the idea for this AU grabbed me out of nowhere and started running, I am not exaggerating. I was literally watching the sequel trilogy one weekend, and it happened to be a race weekend too, so F1 was on my mind already. I think I thought something like, "Man, imagine the skill needed to pilot an X-wing properly. And to do it without dying in battle, too!" And then all of a sudden, I was also thinking about how much skill it takes to drive an F1 car without crashing it (because I think we can all agree that most of us wouldn't last five seconds behind the wheel of a racecar. If their necks have to be THAT muscular just to withstand the g-forces, then clearly I don't stand a chance). One thing led to another and now here I am.

I knew from the beginning that I was making this AU in the Rebels vs. Empire era. The prequels are fine, but I wasn't about to make everyone Jedi or something when I knew Order 66 was on the horizon. Plus, the original trilogy era is just generally more exciting to me. And I ruled out the sequel trilogy era immediately. After that train wreck of a trilogy, I would rather stay away from it. (To be fair, I do enjoy watching the sequels. They're entertaining at the very least, and do have genuinely good moments in them. But if you focus on the story too much, you start to notice the plot holes, confusing story directions, and aggravating character choices. Why is The Force Awakens just Episode IV all over again? Why couldn't Holdo tell Poe her plan in The Last Jedi, exactly? Who the heck was Snoke?? How did Luke and Leia know that Rey was a Palpatine but she didn't?? HOW DID PALPATINE COME BACK IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?)

(*deep breath* Phew, sorry about that! Got a little carried away. Anyway:)

The decision to make Lando Force-sensitive was an easy one. My favorite Star Wars show is Star Wars Rebels, and one of the main characters, Ezra Bridger, is a kid who doesn't realize he can use the Force until he happens to run into a rebel group that includes a former Jedi, which eventually leads to him getting hunted down by an Inquisitor, one of the Empire's official Jedi hunters. Lando's story is similar in a way: he joins the Rebellion, eventually realizes "wait a minute, do I have the Force?" and then has to deal with an Inquisitor on his tail when he accidentally reveals too much of his abilities. He's not super strong in the Force, because I didn't want to make him too over-powered, but he can sense things before they happen, move a bit faster than others, sense the emotions and intentions of people around him, and, his most special power, he can use the Force to heal others. Now this last power, I will admit, is actually inspired by the sequel trilogy. By certain scenes from The Rise of Skywalker, in fact. If you're familiar with the movie, then I think you can venture a guess at what might happen to Lando and/or someone he cares about at some point in the story. (no, I'm not elaborating further. You'll find out more when I get around to publishing it! ;) )

Writing this AU has been happening in short bursts. I have about half of the main story loosely outlined and a few of the major scenes written out, but I still have to figure out how to start the story. I also have ideas for side stories and sequels as well, but I haven't started writing most of those yet. I mostly just submit to the whim of my muse when I sit down to write, so if I sit down planning to work on one fic but my mind says I should work on something else, I listen to what my impulses are telling me. I find that I tend to write better (and write more) that way. In fact, I'm actually just coming out of a dry spell for this AU. I opened up the document again the other day and now I'm feeling motivated to write in it again. Hence why I picked it for this ask, it was on my mind already!

To the surprise of absolutely no one, this is mainly a Norrix AU. However, other ships and dynamics will appear too, sometimes just in the background, other times in their own installments in the series. I already know for sure that I want to include Brocedes (though the jury is still out on whether it'll be platonic or romantic in the end). I'm sure we're all familiar with how their drama went down in real life. And in Star Wars, what could be more dramatic than two friends torn apart because one joined the Rebellion and the other joined the Empire? Oh yeah, it's that kind of drama for Lewis and Nico! Will we see an Imperial defect to the Rebellion and fight alongside his childhood best friend again, or will we see them permanently torn apart by intergalactic war? Who knows!

Other relationships that may appear are Loscar and maybe Bearnelli. I have fic ideas involving both but we'll see if I actually get around to writing them.

One more thing about this AU is that I decided pretty early on that if I was gonna write about war, then I wasn't going to shy away from the bad parts. I'm not gonna just torture all of the characters for no reason, but if the plot demands it, let's just say that someone might end up in the med bay for a long while. I'm preemptively apologizing for what I have in mind for Oscar in the main story. And uh, maybe Ollie too, if I do end up writing that side story. They'll both be fine, don't worry!

Maybe.

[ask-sibverse]

Aaaalriiiiiiight T1DReader Halloween go! First up, the Star Sanses! Bad Sans version up next

"HMM... NEEDS MORE SPRINKLES. AND GLITTER."

"Oh really?" You move slightly so Blue can dump said items into the batter. "So glad I introduced you to edible glitter."

"I KNOW. I FELT SO HORRIBLE WHEN I LEARNED HUMANS COULD NOT CONSUME ORDINARY GLITTER!"

"Monsters really shouldn't eat glitter either," Dream said gently.

"I never minded!" Ink called out from where he was doodling on the couch.

You laughed. "In any case, these cupcakes will be edible for *everyone,* at least."

"YES! AND I HAVE THE CANDY BOWL READY AS WELL!"

"Already? Its barely after lunch!"

"I KNOW! I JUST WANT TO BE READY!"

The cupcakes came out colorful and glittery, but thankfully tasty with your watchful eye keeping anything inedible out and the four of you decorated the cupcakes once they were cooled.

Ink's were incredible, as expected. Dream's were simple, but still pretty. And Blue's reflected his high energy.

Once the kitchen was cleaned up everyone got into their costumes for the evening. At Ink's idea (insistence) Dream was dressed as a cleric, Blue was a knight, Ink was a bard, and you were a mage.

None of you were planning on going out, just staying home and giving out candy and watching Halloween movies. And possibly other friends might stop by, but Ink said it was the principle of the matter. "Its no fun if you don't get to dress up!"

A few hours later Blue and Ink were in a heated "debate" over whether the Corpse Bride or Nightmare Before Christmas was the better Halloween movie.

"BUT EVERYTHING HAPPENS AROUND CHRISTMAS! IT CANT BE A HALLOWEEN MOVIE!"

"Well its not really a Christmas movie," Ink pointed out.

Neither were actually upset so Dream wasn't bothered by their "argument." Neither actually came to a final agreement either, mostly because Ink got distracted.

Heart and Sci had come through at different times for goodies and Heart just had to gush over everyone's costumes and compliment Ink, who was preening for the next hour in pride.

Somehow they managed to keep Ink from eating all the candy before trick or treaters could come. A lot of parents loved the costumes, some asked if any of them played DND or certain fantasy games. A particularly energetic monster child asked if Ink's lyre was real and they were all rewarded with Ink playing and unfairly gorgeous rendition of "Toss a Coin To Your Witcher" because of course everyone kept using your Netflix. (Immortal Guardians should really pay for their own streaming services but oh well.) It seemed Ink was amazing at anything artistic he attempted.

But eventually trick or treating died down for the night and they ran out of movies everyone could agree on to watch. Which led to Ink suggesting they tell scary stories. Ink was way too good at telling scary stories.

... So you somehow ended up with three skeletons in bed with you that night, Ink only because he didn't want to feel left out. Oh well.

[saturn-sends-hugs]

Oh honey I know you’re not going to casually drop Bounty Hunter fives and walk away! Consider me invested 👀

ohohohooo this is one of my favorite ones!! I saw angst potential for Echo, Fives, and Rex all at once and the idea just grew lol

The most basic version is this:

Echo is captured by a mysterious bounty hunter after being separated from the Batch on a mission. The bounty hunter is taking him to their client, and when it's quickly revealed that the bounty hunter is Fives (of course), Echo freaks out (also of course), but isn't able to convince Fives of his own identity before they touch down at their destination.

Fives' client? It's Wat Tambor (shock and horror), and once Tambor realizes that Fives is also a clone, he decides to just take both of them (oh goody!).

The following story involves Echo spiraling as he's stuck back with his captor, desperate back pedaling as he tries to ensure that Fives doesn't figure out who he is and make everything harder, and begging to the force that Tambor doesn't learn who Fives is and end up using that connection against him. Fives' perspective shows his growing horror at these events and revelations, and all the while the Batch and Rex do their best to get Echo back.

There are quite a few fun moments I have planned here, like explaining how Fives faked his death, a bit of a post-rescue rivalry between Fives and Crosshair (fighting for the title of Echo's best friend ofc), and lots of angst all around. :)

Of course it would have a happy ending with everyone finding each other eventually, but uh... the instructions in my doc are just "And then u fix it. Idk how either don't look at me". So that's great 😅

Considering how long it's taken for me to even start writing this thing, it's not gonna be posted any time soon, but yeah! "Bounty hunter Fives" is more of an excuse for me to show Fives all of Echo's new trauma in detail while also making sure they both live and still have each other because they are a pAIR IT SAYS DO NOT SEPERATE, FILONI I'M LOOKING AT YOU--

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Nerd Michael Masterlist

Claimed (wattpad) - BriannaPark michael/luke 14 parts

Summary: An adorable muke fanfic. Michael is a nerd and doesn't really have anybody, until he gets claimed by Luke Hemmings, a popular jock who has never let anyone in before. **Trigger warning: This story contains mention of rape, suicide and self harm** (Completed)

cyberbabe (wattpad) - ohitsgee michael/luke 6 parts (ongoing)

Summary: "hello, what can I do for you?"

In where, Luke found his nerdy classmates in a gay pornsite.

Dripping like Honey (ao3) - FayeHunter michael/luke E, 8k

Summary: Michael can’t seem to escape Luke and her wild ideas. She doesn’t really want to

Have Faith In This Fragile World (ao3) - SilentlyFighting michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 19k

Summary: Michael Clifford is well known in his school, not for being popular, far from it, he is the nerd. The goody-two-shoes hasn't had the best past but his peers do not know this and a couple of the football team decide that he is their next target. A mysterious group of boys make an appearance, saving him multiple times, and when Michael runs out of money to buy food, they even find ways to get him food.

The boys do not scare him that much but they certainly catch his attention. Michael learns the names of two of the boys but the leader is set to keep his identity a secret. But, when Michael has another run in with the football team and they use him as bait, will the boys identity reveal itself?

Music in Me (Once. in a Lifetime) - orphan_account michael/ashton, luke/calum T, 14k

Summary: Michael Clifford, punkest nerd there is (or maybe nerdiest punk), is excited for to spend the summer with his new friends, Luke Hemmings and Calum Hood, and his boyfriend of 5 months, Ashton Irwin. Using his intelligence and surprisingly good organizational skills, he becomes the head planner for all events at Lava Springs Resort, courtesy of Calum. It looks like it will be an amazing summer.

But under all the plans hides a lot of drama. Michael thinks his parents might get a divorce, his job actually sucks, and he might be losing his boyfriend and best friend to someone who was their rival just a few months ago. Will everything destruct? Or will it just be him?

Shameless (ao3) - HeartnArrow luke/ashton N/R, 38k

Summary: Luke is captain of the hockey team, one of the most popular guys in school along with calum hood, came out as gay last year. ashton is a nerd who gets straight a’s and has yet to have his first kiss at the age of 17. michael is his best friend who isn't really a nerd but has known ashton since preschool. ashton has always watched luke from afar, admiring him at the hockey games and in the hallways. he’s had a crush on him since freshman year but luke doesn't even know his name. or Luke was looking for a fuck buddy while Ashton was looking for love.

"Shut the fuck up you nerd" (ao3) - Anonymous michael/calum G, 545

Summary: Michael rants about Star Wars and Pokemon and Calum loves him.

The Boy With the Multi-Colored Hair… (wattpad) - crybabyyhowell michael/luke 22 parts

Summary: Senior year and Luke Hemmings, the bad boy unexpectedly falls in love with the school nerd. Who is he? Luke doesn't know, he knows him as "The boy with the multi-colored hair"...

Til We're Separate Hearts (Soarin' Flyin') (ao3) - orphan_account luke/calum, michael/ashton T, 18k

Summary: Luke Hemmings, bookworm and math geek, accidentally finds himself singing with some random, really attractive guy. They share a New Year’s kiss and Luke figures he’ll never see him again. Then everything changes when he starts his first day at East High.

video games (wattpad) - confidentmuke michael/luke 14 parts (ongoing)

Summary: nerd michael knows that he can't win over punk luke.

punk luke is fascinated by nerd michael.

one likes cigarettes and the other likes video games. yet they still find a way into each others worlds.

[princesscolumbia]

So it's been long enough and I'm expecting to come back to it, but my oldest popular fanfic, Fission, is now up on AO3. If you're not aware, I started penning this work back in 2006 as Ranma 1/2 was starting to lose relevance in anime pop culture. Inu Yasha was taking its place as young women were becoming an anime watching demographic in the USA and, as gender-fluid (literally) as Ranma's core audience is, "Dog-demon-boy hearts girl" had greater appeal to the wider young women demographic than "boy-who-understands-how-important-an-emergency-tampon-is hearts girl".

It also was released in the age of After Fuku Fic (AFF). During the Fuku fic era, there was clone after clone after clone of the core idea of "what if Ranma were to become a senshi?" Every member of the Ranma cast got shoved into a seifuku, it seemed, and any characters on either the Sailor Moon or Ranma parts of the equation that didn't fit just so were often discarded. This isn't to say the sub-sub-sub-genre is bad (I'm writing for it, so clearly I don't think so) but people just got tired of it.

And I dropped Fission in the middle of that and found myself in the rare company of people who wrote a fuku fic that even people who'd been completely burned out on the idea still wanted to read it.

Life happened, and I wound up reading (and writing) MLP-centric fics, then She-ra, and lately dabbling in The Locked Tomb. And yet I still keep drifting back to this oldy but goodie because I've just got so many stories in that sandbox I want to tell.

So without further ado, I present to you...

Fission

A Ranma 1/2 & Sailor Moon fanfic

by Princess Celestia

Ranma is having A Day. The usual wacky relationship hijinks wind up with him tripping while running from his self-declared love interests (it has to do with martial arts, several foreign laws, and an okonomiyaki cart...long story) and falling off a roof (...again, long story) to pass through a stream of water from a broken pipe, triggering the magic that cursed him to turn into a girl with a splash of cold water. But today the wacky cranked right up into the weird when he DIDN'T collide with the other person who also happens to be standing in the spray of water. Usagi is having a pleasant day, actually. She's spending time with her boyfriend, taking in parts of Tokyo she doesn't normally get to, and in all enjoying herself when she gets a call about a monster attack. She ducks into an alley and starts to transform into Sailor Moon when a pipe bursts and sprays her with water right as someone...doesn't collide with her falling from the roof above. The destiny of both Ranma and Usagi has been altered by a random accident that nobody could have planned for or anticipated. Nobody around them is even remotely prepared.

Konatsu pulled his wooden sword and bounced a few more paces away from the youma, "Where are you going, Ranma-sama?"

Ranma was already pelting out of the room, "To get body armor!" he snapped back.

He darted into the next room and leapt into the pool. Body armor, body armor, body armor... ran through his head as he felt the water cover his form. He felt, for the first time, a surge of magic accompanying his transformation, then for no reason that she could at first figure out suddenly shouted out under water, "MOON... AQUA... POWER... ACTIVATE!"

Konatsu had backed far enough away from the monster while goading it onward that he was able to see what Ranma was doing in the next room. Suddenly, both he and the monster recoiled as water blasted from the pool, light and sound sweeping the room.

Ranma was caught up in a strange transformation like she had never experienced before. She somehow knew it was distinct from her usual Jesenkyo curse. She felt her clothes dissolve into magical mist, then felt ribbons brushing her form. She felt the fingerless gloves, the panties and bra, the fuku, the boots, everything form up on her body. She was even more intently aware of something even stranger going on just in front of her chest. She felt magic streaming out of her, but somehow leaving her even more replenished than if she had just taken a nap. Whatever was going on, it was additive, not subtractive. Two distinct colors flowed from her, one white, the other black. It began swirling together, forming the yin/yang symbol that was familiar to any martial artist, but most especially to her thanks to it's unique meaning for her life. It suddenly hardened into what looked like a crystal, then attached itself to her uniform at the join where her sailor sash met just below her neckline.

This all took place in under three seconds and was completely unseen by Konatsu or the monster thanks to the light show. What Konatsu did see was that, launching up from the explosion of water, light, and sound, was Ranma-sama, but not as the ninja had ever seen her before. He gasped in ecstatic surprise, tinged with a hint of girlish jealousy, "Sailor..."

"MOON..." shouted out an enraged Ranma, "CHESTNUT..." her boots slammed down in front of the youma, "STRIKE!" Ranma-ne-Moon's arms became a magically enhanced blur as she began raining blow after blow against the youma. Incredibly, the youma was blocking or deflecting the punches. Sailor Moon bounced away, and the monster lashed out with an unnaturally long reach against both martial artists.

To catch the whole thing before I write the next chapter, check it out on Archive of Our Own.

[saiyomiya]

April 2024 Plans

March was not the most productive but like, it's fine.

I was planning on reading Tsukihime, right? Well, the monotonous, heavy loop music really killed my motivation real fast. It just takes way, way too long to read and the music loop was starting to drive me insane. I might try it again when the remake is out on PC.

So, I ended up buying Dai Gyakuten Saiban on sale and started trudging through it slowly. I haven't played it that much since I got it, but am starting my first trial (I started at 1-4 since that's where I was at on the Switch version before I stopped).

I'm not sure when I'll play it more? It takes so much mental energy to, so we'll see when the mood strikes me next... I definitely like it a lot, so I'll play it more, most likely this month.

As for the JP I have done for the latter half of March, I've been playing Shinymas more due to the goodies we're getting due to the anniversary.

It's a much, much easier read than DGS because the girls don't tend to talk about anything complicated or with heavy jargon, so it's a real self-esteem lifter. I highly recommend checking out slice of life stuff if you're studying Japanese. It'll go down a lot faster. Of course, some groups talk about more complicated things than others (I'm looking at Alstroemeria and Shhis for this, lol).

I don't really have goals when it comes to reading Shiny Colors other than to just... read it. I guess I'd like to read all the Shhis events (easy, since they have so few of them) and also Alstroemeria (harder, even though the content is easier--there's a lot of them). I finally started playing TFD so getting through every unit would probably be a good idea too.

Last month, I managed to read Mamiya and wrote a lengthy review on it. I really liked it, but I read it in English since I just wanted to read something in English for once. The translation was really good and a welcome break from the JP grinding I was doing for most of the month.

I still haven't finished Relink. I keep thinking I should, but I just haven't had the motivation to? Surely I'll get back to it someday, and I don't really regret buying it on release, but next time I'll wait before buying a game as expensive as that.

The last thing I mentioned on my list was to make keychains, and I got them done and they arrived! I think they ended up pretty cute, but Raqio ended up a little washed out, and I'm not sure how to fix it. Fuck printing blues, man...

I'm thinking of seeing if there's interest for purchasing these, but I'm kinda lazy about making a post so we'll just keep kicking that can down the road...

April 2024

This month, I'd obviously like to read more JP, such as the aforementioned Shiny Colors. I'd also like to spend some time reading Granblue stories in JP, which I've meant to for a while (I should make a list of ones I'd like to read). And of course, play more DGS.

When it comes to games, the No Name Yet event in Enstars is coming up and I have to play it. I have pretty much retired from Enstars, but I want to at least be back for such an important event for me and I have a dumb amount of resources for it so maybe I'll just max out the card and call it a day. I dunno. I know it's a lot easier to auto these days and it's not a Tour event, thankfully. I just have to keep an eye for it coming over.

Creatively, I'd finally like to make my Setsu plush, but I'm really lazy... everything is all set for the pattern, but I think I have performance anxiety for embroidering the face... We'll see how it goes.

Another thing I'd like to do is finally decorate my Tenka nui, which I kept putting off for months (I'm even staring at her on my desk rn). There's some really cute fan outfits that really make me excited to do it, and it frankly even shouldn't take that long to put blush on her and glue on some sparkles for her eyes so... I'm not sure why I haven't done it yet, lol

Also, Sekimeiya's anniversary is coming on May 6th and I'd like to have something drawn for it. So... yeah. And I guess finally finish up Ilsa maybe. Maybe...

I guess that's a lot of stuff I'd like to do, so better rise and grind... once again.

[be-with-me-so-happily]

One Night Only in New York

*header created by @hstylesicons

ONE SHOT

Summary: Y/N won the contest of a lifetime, leading to an unbelievable experience attending the One Night Only in NY concert with Harry Styles.

*inspired by Brittany Broski taking over the HSHQ Instagram page

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A/N: I wanted to get it out asap. Just a little detour from my EWTNC series, with a big thanks to @runway-to-my-aid for this awesome idea!

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Warning: Some explicit language

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"No way! No fucking way!... Sorry… this is amazing! I can't believe it!"

"Y/N, believe it, you have won the contest!" The radio dj announces. "Not only are you going to the 'One Night Only' concert in New York, but you are also taking over the HSHQ Instagram for the day!"

This isn't real, this isn't real!

"How do you feel, love?" He asks.

"Like I'm dreaming! I'm so excited!" You reply.

"I'm excited for you! Stay on the line, and we will give you all the details. Enjoy your night tomorrow!"

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

You stay on the call- finding out where you will go to get the tickets and meet the HSHQ team member who will be helping you 'run' the page.

~~~~~

Tonight is the night and you still feel like you're dreaming. You're a nobody, from nowhere, and just entered a contest. Now you get to see Harry Styles perform! Plus, help post some stories to his other Instagram page!

Life isn't real right now. It can't get much better.

You made sure you wore a cute, but comfortable, outfit and head out the door. You'll be getting to the UBS Arena early to meet the team member, go over the ideas they have, and film a few little clips before the show.

As you arrive in the Uber, you can see and hear the excitement of all the fans waiting to get in. You almost missed this. You weren't originally able to get a ticket, and you are so grateful to now have this amazing opportunity.

You find where you need to go and meet the team member, Timothy, to go over the logistics of what tonight will look like.

You walk over to a spot in front of the arena doors to do your first Instagram story.

"Hi everyone! My name is Y/N and tonight I am taking over the HSHQ Instagram page to give you a behind-the-scenes look of the 'One Night Only' show here in New York! Let's go!"

"That was great." Said Timothy. "Let's go inside and get some shots of the venue while it's empty."

"Are you serious?" You ask, hardly able to control your excitement.

"Yeah! You're giving a behind-the-scenes look sweetie, so you've got to go… behind the scenes!" He chuckles.

You shake your head, still not fully grasping the luck you've had already.

You walk inside the doors and he leads you around the entryway to the merch store.

"Oh wow! These are sweet!" You exclaim, eyes being diverted as you look at each new sweater and hat that'll be available tonight.

"I feel so sneaky, but I'm at the merch store and I want to show you some of the goodies we can get tonight!"

You hold up a new blue hoodie for a boomerang clip to post.

"Another good one, Y/N. You're a natural at this." Timothy states.

You laugh. "I think I've tapped into some sort of autopilot, because I'm screaming on the inside!"

He laughs too. "You'd never know. Let me take you somewhere I think the fans would like."

You walk in the auditorium and gasp. You're getting the first look at what you'll be seeing tonight and you are taken aback.

"It's breathtaking!" You exclaim. "What if we show… if it's okay… a view from the stage? That way fans will still be surprised by the backdrop."

"That's a perfect plan! Builds the suspense too." Timothy agrees.

"Take a look at the view from stage! I can't wait for tonight! Where are you going to be singing from?"

Timothy scans as much of the venue as he can without giving anything else away.

"I think that's good. We've got a little bit of time left before start letting people in." He says as he looks at his watch. "I'm thinking we can do something for the fans."

'The fans', as if you aren't one of them, freaking out right now like every single person waiting in line.

You follow him outside and head over to an area where there are people just waiting around and hanging out.

"Here. Find a small group of about four that are not in line. Ask them questions like where they are from and what their favorite new song is, or something like that." He smiles. "We've got a surprise for a few of them."

You walk around, wishing you could pick every single one for whatever Timothy has in store for them. You see a group of two young girls and what looks like to be their moms.

"Hi there! You don't happen to be big Harry Styles fans, do you?" You ask, smiling as you see that they are head-to-toe in official (and homemade) Harry Styles clothing.

"Yes!!" The two young girls exclaim.

"I'm actually taking over the official HQ Instagram for today, can I ask some questions and post them on the stories, moms?" They both nod and Timothy pulls up his phone.

"What are your favorite songs from the new album, girls?" You asks.

"Daydreaming!" One squeals.

"As It Was!" Squeals the other.

"Have you ever been to a Harry Styles concert before?"

They all shake their heads.

"Wow, me either. It can be our first times together!"

"No, we don't have tickets." One of the girls admits, looking so heartbroken. "We came… just… I don't know… believing in a miracle or something!"

Timothy interrupts with a cough and hands you something. You quickly stare down and grin. You look back up and make sure Timothy is ready to film again.

"Well, I just happen to have these four tickets for tonight. I don't suppose… you girls would want them…?" You joke.

The noises they make could break glass, but you don't care, because you are enjoying the pure happiness on their faces.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much!!" They say, as they give you a big group hug.

Timothy puts away his phone and the moms thank you both for making the girls' dreams come true.

"I'm just the delivery girl. I won the opportunity to do this! So, I'm so glad you'll get to watch it. Now we really will all have our first concert tonight!"

You give one more hug each, say goodbye, and Timothy leads you away.

"That was amazing! I know exactly how that feels. This is so wild and so fun!" You state.

"That stuff is always the best." He agrees.

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During the few hours before show time, you were allowed to eat some food from the catering staff, buy some merch for yourself, and see a little more behind-the-scenes stuff for yourself.

As showtime approaches, Timothy takes you to a spot in the pit where he usually stands.

"I'll take some photos and videos with my phone so that you can enjoy the show." He states.

"Okay, I'm just warning you that I'll be screaming most of the time."

He chuckles. "That's fine as long as it's okay that I will be too."

You both bust up laughing.

The lights dim and everyone screams, including Timothy. Your heart races as you see the stage all lit up and then moreso when you see the man of the night. He is dressed in a t-shirt with rows of red hearts, black pants, red Gucci sneakers, and a big yellow necklace.

How does he do that? How does he make an outfit like that look so good… so sexy?

He starts 'Music for a Sushi Restaurant' and you are instantly yelling out every word as best you could (you had been listening to the album almost nonstop since it came out).

Each song is perfection, and the energy in the audience never dies. You are all so collectively mesmerized by the moment.

You're in tears as he plays 'Matilda', as is everybody else. Even Timothy is a little teary.

You have goosebumps. This is the best experience of your life. There's not much that could top this.

~~~~~

The encore finishes and you have to snap yourself out of the trance you feel like you were just in. It was a dream, and you're actually really bummed that it had to end.

"Hey, let's get a clip of you're reaction to the show, yeah?"

You nod.

"Okay, well, there aren't many words to describe that experience. I was taken to a whole other dimension or something because it was so spectacular! Thank you to HSHQ for letting me do this! I am forever grateful!"

"Excellent!"

"Thank you so much Timothy. This really has been amazing! I still can't believe I won that contest and got to do this. Thank you." You give him a hug.

"Aw, from me and the whole team, you're welcome sweetie." He smiles. "I actually took some videos of you during the concert… I was going to take you back to relax for a bit while the crowds clear out, and go over them to see if you're okay with me posting any?"

"Oh! Sure. I'm definitely not going to turn down that offer." You giggle.

You follow him backstage and into a room with some chairs, a couch, a table, a coffee bar, and a TV screen. There's people walking in and out, and it's just fun little hang out room. You sit on the couch with Timothy and he goes through some of the videos he took. "I just wanted to capture the 'fan experience' through your eyes." He says.

"Yeah, it's a good idea. I don't mind if you post any of them. I'm bias towards the first one with 'Music for a Sushi Restaurant' since that's one of my favorites." You admit.

"Okay, definitely that one then." He adds it to the stories.

A few more people walk in and they are a bit louder than the others have been, which catches your attention.

Suddenly you gasp. Your heart stops and jaw drops. Walking through the door and towards you is him. Is Harry Styles.

"Oh my god," is all you manage to mutter.

"Hello. Y/N right?" You nod and he reaches out for a hug. You quickly stand up and reciprocate.

His embrace is the warmest, most tender, safest thing you have ever experienced. It's just all joy and love.

"Thank you for taking over today. Thanks for doing this." He points to Timothy's phone.

Finally, you snap back to being a functioning human being and find words to say, but still in disbelief.

"Are you kidding? Thank you for giving me the chance!" You reply.

"It's my pleasure. I liked what you posted." He smiles.

"Wha-" you stutter. "You watched them?"

"F'course. Had to see the 'behind-the-scenes' experience from your point of you." He smiles again. It's full of sunshine. He's just so bright. "Timothy was texting me that you were doing really good.

You glance at Timothy, you just see that he has a grin on his face.

"Thank you. Oh my god, this is fucking unreal, and I feel pathetic right now." You giggle.

"What?" Harry giggles back. "It's just lil ol' me. Just Harry."

You just shake your head and look into those beautiful green eyes.

He adds, "I really liked you showing the inside of the arena without showing the stage. It's like… it's like edging a lil bit. It was good." He nods towards Timothy.

"It was her idea." Timothy admits.

You laugh. "Definitely nothing like you do it, but I thought it was fun."

Harry looks at you, wide-eyed, with a huge grin that takes his dimples to a deeper level. "Really? It was your idea?"

You start to blush.

Oh come on, not in front of him.

"I liked it. I liked the whole idea of the fan's point of view." His expression turns inquisitive. "Umm… I like to get a good night's sleep, but I do need some dinner…" he pauses to clear his throat. "Would you like to join us? I'd love to hear your thoughts on the whole thing."

"Are you kidding?"

"I don't joke about dinner." He smirks.

"As you shouldn't." You chuckle. "I'm… I'm still in shock from winning the contest, and now Harry Styles is asking for my thoughts on his show? This is nuts."

"You can just call me Harry, love." He winks. "Come on. Like I said, I don't joke about dinner, and m'starving." He raises his arm in that gentlemanly manner, with his elbow out, so that you can wrap your hand around it.

He looks over at you and smiles, looking down at your outfit. "By the way, you make that official Harry's House sweater look really good."

~~~~~

You can send some extra support here if you feel inclined -Bee xx

[yourmcu]

Forgotten (CONTINUED VERSION)

Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Peter Parker x Stark!reader (platonic)

Request:

Hello i love your story could you do angsty tony x daughter reader. Wherein the reader has a twin brother and Tony and the avengers prefer the twin brother and becaus of that, the reader became rebel and badass. She always getting trouble and almost drop out student. The avengers and her father were seem disappointed and dont know what to do. Not until the reader involve into car accident and she's critical injured. The reader also slipped to coma. Everyone is devastated about the reader conditione. And they realized that the reader only rebel because she wants to get attention from them. It depends to you what the end come, I just want a full angst this week and I hope you dont mind my English. Anyway I hope your alright.

A/n: y’all wanted it, I finished it :)

Word count: 3,984

(more notes at the end!)

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort? bad writing of an anxiety attack, accident, knife, hospitals

read it on ao3!

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

Being a genius/billionaire/superhero’s kid doesn’t always sound nice like it usually does.

You were one of the Stark twins, the other half being your brother, Ethan.

The both of you showed signs that you inherited the commonly known Stark trait (intelligence) at a young age. But Tony mostly focused on his son, showing him all his inventions and gadgets, teaching him everything he knew while you on the other hand, were being babysat by Happy or Pepper, sometimes Rhodey.

You tried so hard to get your father’s attention but he always had his excuses:

“I don’t have time for that.”

“I’m busy with Ethan right now.”

“Maybe later.”

At first you didn’t mind if your brother got all the praise and attention. It wasn’t until your mid-teens that you really started to feel left out and ignored.

You were left to frown when the other Avengers never found anything interesting about you, just like Tony did. They all liked Ethan better. The topic of him being the next Iron Man when Tony retires is getting exhausting.

There was this one time when Tony announced that they were all going out to dinner since Ethan got, yet again, a full set of A’s on his report card.

“Did you get my card?” You tapped on Tony’s shoulder lightly.

He gave you a side glance, “ah shoot, I forgot. I’ll go get it tomorrow.” Then returned his attention to your brother.

But he ended up forgetting again the next day and you had to convince your teacher to give it to you instead. Your marks had A’s, but littered with B’s as well, of course that was no match for your brother’s perfect marks.

And that sort of scenario wasn’t just a one time thing, Tony forgets to pick up your report card every. single. time. The messed up part was you and Ethan literally attended the same school, he was just in a more advanced class than you.

As time passed, Tony went from ignoring you to getting annoyed and pissed at you for everything you did. In his eyes, you were always in the wrong. And the reason? You didn’t know.

“Dad? Can I borrow Bruce for a minute?” You knocked on the glass door of his lab to get him to look up.

He didn’t, but responded, “kinda busy with him right now.”

You looked at your fractured arm, regretting your decisions. “W-well, Ethan was training with Nat, and... and he wanted to try the new moves he learned on me. He went a little hard and - I think my arm’s broken, I just wanted Bruce to check it out-”

“Goddammit!” He shouted after you heard a glass shatter. Bruce covered his face with palms, muttering an ‘oh no’.

Tony glared at you, striding to where you were standing. All that was left for you to do was to brace yourself for what was about to come. “See, this is why we never let you do anything with the team,” he spat. “That right there?”-he pointed to your arm-“that’s on you. Things go wrong because you’re in the way!”

“I’m... I’m sorry-”

“Just get out of here.”

Your arm remained untreated after that.

Then Peter Parker came into the picture. Friendly guy, he was actually nice to you. Him and Ethan got along right away when Tony first recruited him. The fact that he treated Peter better than you made you even more miserable. It made you think he never wanted a daughter in the first place.

You first met Peter when he accidentally entered your room without warning, thinking it was the bathroom. Cliche, but that’s what happened.

“It’s on the first door to your other left,” you stated.

“Yeah, yeah okay, thanks,” he turned around to leave but stopped to look at you again. “I’m Peter Parker, by the way.”

“Y/N Stark.”

Peter’s eyes lit up at your last name. “I... I didn’t know Mr. Stark had a daughter - no offense! It’s just-”

You sighed and waved him off. He didn’t even notice the similarities you had with your twin. “It’s fine. I get that a lot.”

After many events of being, to be blunt, treated like shit, you finally had enough. You neglected your studies, only went to school when you felt like it (which was rare). No one cared your grades anyway, so what’s the point? You became a whole new person, you surrounded yourself with the wrong sort of people, causing you to dabble into smoking and alcohol.

Since you were always in trouble, you could recite Cap’s detention speech at school by heart now.

The principal of your school wanted to see Tony to talk about your behavior. Normally he’d make an excuse not to go if it wasn’t that important but he got flooded with messages from the school, so he couldn’t say no.

You had your legs crossed, sitting across from Tony who had his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to the principal. For some reason you didn’t feel nervous. “Y/N barely attends her classes. I’ve seen every attendance. Are you aware of this, Mr. Stark?”

Tony only maintained his usual relaxed posture and avoided your gaze.

“Some students have also seen her smoke in school grounds. We gave her a few weeks suspension for it, but it doesn’t look like she’s learned her lesson.” They pulled out a couple boxes of cigarettes from the desk drawer. “We found these in her locker.”

“You went into my locker?” You shot up from your seat. “You can’t just do that!”

Tony cleared his throat and got up, gripping your wrist. “I’ll take it from here - will that be all?”

On the way out he doesn’t say a word to you, only that his grip on your wrist got tight as you near the car.

“So,” he started the car. His voice was calm, but it screamed that you were in deep trouble. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

You sighed and slouched in the passenger’s seat, crossing your arms. “I’m... sorry you had to know...?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna be honest with you here,” Tony still doesn’t look at you. “When I found out I had two kids, I got worried about Ethan.”

You let out a snort. Of course he would.

“I didn’t want him ending up like me. But surprise surprise, my daughter did instead.”

“I’m not ‘ending up’ like you, Dad-”

“Then what do you call - this,” he referred to you. “What, you’re just gonna waste your life, drop out of school? You’re a fucking mess, Y/N, and here I thought I raised you right. Sometimes I think: why can’t you just be like your brother?” He had a hard grip on the steering wheel as he drove, the way he spoke affected the speed of the car greatly.

You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn’t fine the exact words you wanted to say. “I... well, I’m sorry I’m not a goody two shoes like him!”

“That’s not what I-”

“Please, that’s exactly what you meant.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Look, I’m grounding you until you pull yourself together, understand?” And he did. He gave new orders to Friday when the both of you got home. You weren’t allowed to leave the compound without Tony’s permission.

Were you giving up that easily? Of course not.

You were on your laptop for the rest of the day, hacking into Friday’s system, the security to the elevator and the entrance. That night, your executed your plan and everything went smoothly.

“This is why you never underestimate me,” you sighed, deactivating the hack once you were out of the building.

Your friend who was picking you up was already waiting a few blocks away from the compound. “I hope you’re cool with me staying over for a couple days.”

“If a bunch of Avengers come and destroy my place to look for you, I’m not going to be friends with you anymore.”

You laughed at out, “oh trust me, they don’t care.”

----

The next day no one noticed your absence, nobody did for another two days. Tony just assumed you were mad about your punishment, so he didn’t think of it much.

Not until Peter came to the compound on the third day, wanting to hang out with you.

“Whatcha got there, Pete?” Ethan asked.

“Star Wars movies. I wanna watch them with Y/N - she could use some company, don’t you think?”

The older Stark twin shrugged, “yeah, I guess she could.”

Peter then headed to the elevator and stopped at the floor where your room was. He knocked on your door and waited a bit, after a few minutes of silence he knocked again, still nothing.

“Y/N? Is it okay if I come in?” He called out. No response. He hesitated a bit, for all he knew you were probably changing or something, or you could be in danger. He went to open the door anyway. “I’m coming in, I’ll close my eyes just to be-”

To Peter’s surprise, your room was empty.

----

You were at a 711 parking lot, waiting for your friends who were buying supplies for a house party. You gave them your wallet, not really caring about anything anymore. Your phone was starting to pile up with messages and missed calls from Tony, Edward and Peter, occasionally from the others as you scrolled pass more.

Without thinking you threw your phone to the ground, cracking the screen, breaking it completely. They’d be able to track you through it now that they know you ran away. You really had no intention of coming back. You weren’t wanted, what’s the point of going back?It’s early but you’ve had a few drinks already. You weren’t sure if breaking your phone was a good idea but there’s one thing you’re sure: you didn’t care anymore.

You didn’t have to turn your head to see who just arrived and ambushed your friends inside the store. They ran out and left you behind. The sound of webs coming out of his shooters was enough for you to tell.

“You shouldn’t be here, Peter,” you sighed defeatedly.

Peter gently took a seat next to you, not removing his mask since you were in public and handed your wallet back. “I don’t understand why you left.”

He took in your awful state. His suit scanned how intoxicated you were, estimated how many cigarette packets you’ve had. His frown deepened at the information.

“I care about you. We all do. Mr. Stark’s not going to stop the search party until you come home.”

You rolled your eyes at the term. “Stupid search party – pathetic – I’m not coming home anymore, Pete-” you slurred and tried to get up but stumbled back, almost twisting your ankle but fell to Peter’s side. “Ow.”

He sighed, struggling to get ahold of you since you always pulled away.

“Stop being so stubborn, okay?”

“If you don’t like my stubborn fucking ass then maybe you should just leave,” you stated. “I’m not wanted there. I got the message. I didn’t run away just to be fucking found.”

Peter stared at you for a moment. He didn’t know why you got grounded in the first place, how you got here and why you didn’t want to go back home. There was something off in the father-daughter relationship, he knew that, but it was news to him that it was that bad. That bad for you to waste your life, to run away. He always thought Mr. Stark was an awesome parent, the way he was treating Ethan, and him…

“It’s unfair,” you ranted. “God, if you only knew how pathetic I feel whenever he tells me off. I’m always annoying to him - not just to him, to the whole team, I’m always wrong in everything I do and it’s honestly tiring? What the fuck do I have to do just to feel loved and wanted?”

You went on rambling while Peter tried to comfort and deny every negative thing that came out of your mouth. He didn’t believe any of it, but the way everyone’s been treating you. He hated that he didn’t notice sooner. He could’ve defended you.

“I have nothing against you, I really don’t,” you sighed. “But you should be grateful they’re treating you perfectly.” You got up and strode to the opposite direction, mentally cursing because your friends ditched you and you has nowhere to go, phone destroyed and everything.

But you were staying true to your word: you didn’t have any plans to go back to the compound. You were going to figure your life out on your own.

“Y/N, I… I’m not leaving you alone out here!”

You were so fed up of the spider-ling. How good he was, how perfect, how Tony clearly wanted him more than you, how he always wanted to do the right thing, because none of you expected what happened next when he went to grab your shoulder. The action was so sudden that it Peter didn’t have time to avoid it.

Knife, shoulder, really deep.

Maybe it was just how wasted you were, because he knew you would never do anything like that.

“You’re really annoying, Parker,” you muttered, not wasting any more time watching him stumble out of shock and pain, sprinting across the streets.

With his uninjured arm, he shot webs while trying to pull the knife (the blade wasn’t even visible anymore on how deep it was) out of his shoulder. There was a loud bang, and Peter never sprinted so fast in his life, not caring less about the pain and blood, because what mattered most was your safety. When he got there, you were far from safe.

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A week went by. And during those seven days Tony was on edge, I mean, how can be calm at a time like that?

Peter managed to show up at the compound the same night, breathless and shaky. His state made everyone worried but he wasted no time telling Tony what happened. He got you to the hospital, making sure you were being sorted out right before leaving to break the news.

Tony didn’t think twice and went to the hospital where you were admitted, not listening to Peter’s apologies and leaving Steve to sort everyone out on what they should do.

They didn’t expect you to show signs of waking up after only a week since the accident got you mangled up, it was mostly a blow to the head and as expected, you slipped into a coma.

Right, what happened: an awful timing really, not sure if Peter’s the one to blame but he accidentally stuck you to the ground with his webs, and it just so happened a car was driving at a fast speed – there you go.

Tony made sure you got the best treatment possible. He even went and asked Strange if he could do all the surgeries needed, but he declined, claiming he couldn’t anymore despite the sympathy he felt inside. Instead he asked the best doctors he knew, but still helped out sometimes in any way he could.

You took a breath, trying to open your eyes but the blinding lights of your room and them almost feeling as if they were glued shut from not being open for so long prevented you. You also tried moving your hands, only to feel a warm one rest on top of it, you finally opened your eyes.

“You’re awake,” Tony mumbled, rubbing a thumb on the back of your palm soothingly. “You’re awake and you’re okay.”

“Mr. Stark?” Peter called out, spotting his mentor sitting outside the room where they were doing the final surgery on you. It was his first time visiting, seeing as the knife wound was worse than he thought. “I’m so sorry, I-“

“What happened?” Was the only thing Tony said, not looking up to look at the kid. Peter stood there for a moment but told him everything that happened.

After that and after he made sure you were okay, resting in your room and everything, he let Natasha look after you for the night and headed back to the compound.

The kid would never lie to him but he had to see it all for himself. The Spider-Man suit caught everything through the baby monitor protocol. From when he arrived to the convenient store, when you told him countless of times that you weren’t coming back, and when your drunk self ranted about what you felt.

“What the fuck do I have to do just to feel loved and wanted?”

“He seemed to like both of us equally when we were younger,” you sniffled. “Of course he would, but… my brother just turned out to be special and talented and,” you frowned, “he’s all Tony ever wanted for a kid. Maybe I reminded him of the chick he fucked, I don’t know – must be it, right?”

“Y/N, you’re just as special as-” Peter tried to reason but you threw him a glare. Tony could see the pain and heartbreak in your bloodshot, tired eyes. One that said you didn’t want to hear anything like it anymore. You didn’t want to believe it.

“The thing is, they only want you when you’re gone. Missing. Dead,” you shrugged. “I can take a hint, you know? My only family hates me. My only family doesn’t want me. Now you – all of them – are looking for me… why?” Peter flinched at the loudness of your voice. You truly were broken.

Tony fast forwarded, it didn’t clearly show how you got hit, but he had enough anyway. He wanted to make things right with you. He could only hope that you make pass this, hoping that you’ll let him make it up to you.

“It’s not too late, you know,” Steve said from the entrance to his lab. “Y/N is strong. She’ll make it.”

“Why am I not dead?” You croaked, looking at your father with an anxious expression. You letting out another shaky breath as you struggled to move and look around. “I should be dead. Why am I here-”

“Take it easy-”

“Don’t you understand?” You felt your throat aching, breath quickening. “I don’t want to be here!”

“No, you’re okay. Y/N you’re okay,” Tony tried to calm you down when he saw the lines in your heart monitor go up and down in rapid pace. 

“I’m not - no I’m not - not okay,” you struggled to let out. It felt like you were choking on your own breath, getting harder and harder to breathe by the minute, soon tears started to prick your eyes. “I don’t want to be here!”

“Tony, what's going on?” Steve bursted into the room with an alarmed but calm expression.

“Call Strange. Anyone.” He told the captain but his eyes never left you. He rubbed a part of your arm that wasn’t injured soothingly in attempt to calm you down. “Just breathe for me, okay? I’m here and you’re okay.”

Something about the softness and encouraging look in his eyes made you nod eventually and follow his breathing patterns. He held a glass of water for you to drink, holding your struggling hand softly to get it out of the way.

He’s never looked at you like that before.

Most of the time he ignored you, most of the time he looked at you at anger or annoyance when you’ve fucked something up.

“There we go, we okay now?” You looked away and nodded lightly. That was enough for him. Tony wanted to let you know how sorry he was so bad, but thought against it, at least for now. He was scared you might start freaking out again.

Stephen entered the room with the doctor, the other Avengers following closely behind. The amount of people in the room overwhelmed you a bit, but you were strangely calm because of how your father’s acting. Soft and caring, it made you feel safe.

Both doctors concluded that you had some sort of amnesia. In English, your past memories were blotchy, all of them even from your childhood. Again because of the blow to the head it was already expected. But you remembered the recent ones clearly, which was the reason why you avoided looking at Peter and his patched up arm.

Which also meant it was possible you didn’t remember all of the pain you felt concerning your family. It was unfair on your part.

Strange insisted that you stay a few more days, or one more week, just to run tests and make sure you get enough medicine and stuff.

They decided to see how bad your memory loss was.

“I did that to you,” you still refused to look at Peter completely. “I’m sorry, Peter.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Peter gave you a smile.

You moved to the next person. Red hair, seemed to give off a friendly but civil nature. “Natasha? You’re Natasha.”

The Russian merely smiled and crossed her arms.

“Steve,” you stated, moving to the next person. “You always read old books in the kitchen.”

Steve chuckled, nodding to confirm.

“Ethan,” you smiled as you looked at your twin. He gave you a small wave even if he felt as guilty as Tony about everything even if he wasn’t the one to blame.

You stared longer at the next person, almost shoulder length dark brown hair, he’s wearing a jacket to cover his metal arm but you knew it was still there.

“Ducky?”

Peter let out a giggle, so did you brother.

“It’s Bucky, doll,” Bucky smiled, covering his face with his hand to suppress a chuckle as the rest laughed.

“Oh, right, I’m sorry,” you let out a weak giggle yourself.

You meet Tony’s eyes again, the softness still there.

“Dad,” you stated. “You’re my dad. Tony.”

No, you didn’t completely forget how he treated you. You knew he was annoyed with you, which lead you to think that you did something that made him act that way. “Am I bad?”

Tony’s hopeful expression dimmed. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

You shrugged. “You’re mad at me, I just… I guess it’s just not clear on why.”

Steve thought it would be best for everyone to head out for a bit so he ushered everyone out of the room except for your brother who took a seat at the corner.

“About that, it’s about time we talked, yeah?” Tony sat on a chair backwards beside your bed. It made you nervous, but you were reassured. “You’re not in trouble, don’t worry.”

He exhaled, resting an arm on the top rail. “You deserve so much better. I should’ve treated you better,” you opened your mouth to ask but he continued. “Look, I haven’t been fair with you and it’s a problem. You’re smart, talented and beautiful. I figured you needed to hear it more often because it’s true. What I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. I really am.”

Your bottom lip involuntarily trembled. “You – you really mean that?”

“From the bottom of my heart.”

You sighed, a genuine smile plastered on your face. “Thank you. And I’m sorry if I was a pain in the ass-“

“You never were,” Tony shook his head. “You always did your best and I really should have acknowledged it more. Give me a second chance?”

“Of course.”

Tony smiled, getting up and planting a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Everything in life was so much better after all that. Tony treated you and Ethan equally, same goes for Peter. The other Avengers were nicer, not the kind of nice that was almost fake, but it was genuine. All of them were. And you were thankful.

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DID ANYONE MISS ME? BC I MISSED THIS PLACE

I highly doubt anyone’s still waiting for this, it was an unplanned hiatus I’M SO SORRY but I decided to post anyway :))

also I hope this wasn’t underwhelming, that’s one of the reasons why I was hesitant to do this but I hope its good heh (I’ve included the parts from my first post as well, just so it feels like a full fic)

WAIT I ALSO HIT 300 FOLLOWERS? INSANE. THANK YOU. I MEAN IT.

[hangovercurse]

Until You Fall Asleep

After moving in with the crew to help cure your quarantine boredom, you find a new way to deal with your insomnia.

Request: “Could you please do a Colson fanfic where you're a friend of the gang and you move into their house for quarantine so you're not alone. Colson finds out you have terrible insomnia and starts staying up to keep you company and you gradually start sleeping in his bed because it's the only place you seem to actually sleep. You start to get really close through these late night chats, watching films, sharing stuff and opening up to each other... Friendship starts to develop into something else. I need some fluff to see me through these sleepless nights! 🙏😘 Thanks!”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 3487

Living with your best friends during a nationwide quarantine seemed like a good idea when you agreed to it, but after the 5th night of wandering the huge house late at night because you couldn’t sleep, you were starting to think you should’ve stayed where you were. At least at your own place, you didn’t have to worry about sneaking around so as not to wake anyone up.

Luckily, no one seemed to notice that you woke up earlier than everyone else in the house or went to sleep later. Or if they did, no one said anything.

Day five

Tonight hadn’t been going so well. You had tried showering, you hadn’t eaten for at least a few hours before trying to sleep, you turned your lavender diffuser on, you’d even tried yoga. Nothing helped, and you were left staring at your ceiling.

Frustrated and uncomfortable, you rolled out of your bed, sock clad feet pattering across your room and slowly pulling your door open. You made your way through the house and out to the pool, letting the cool night air wash over you. A deep breath fell from your lips as you began to pace around the deck, hoping to tire yourself out enough to sleep.

After a few minutes, you heard the sliding glass door open, looking up and finding Colson stepping out with a blunt in his hand. He smiled tiredly at you, “you’re up early.”

You raised an eyebrow, “what time is it?” You figured it was 4, maybe 5 am.

“Almost 7,” he looked concerned, “you okay?”

You were trying to figure out how you managed to stay up until 7 am without a wink of sleep, “yeah, just couldn’t sleep. It’s cool though. Why are you up?”

Colson lit the blunt as he spoke, “couldn’t sleep either.”

Day eight

You found yourself curled up on the couch, reading a book at 5:30 in the morning after hours of trying to fall asleep. You swore if you stayed in your room a second longer, you’d break something, so you snuck out to the TV room with the most boring book you could find.

“Do you ever sleep?” Colson’s voice surprised you, making you jump lightly in your seat. The man chuckled at your reaction, taking a seat next to you.

You pouted at his glee, “I could ask you the same thing.”

He shrugged, “sleep is for the weak.”

A sarcastic chuckle fell from your lips, “oh yeah, I feel so strong and cool right now.”

The man laughed with you, but soon turned serious, “serious though, are you good? Both nights this week I haven’t slept you’ve been awake, and I know you don’t take naps.”

You sighed, “it’s just insomnia, I’ve been dealing with it on and off for a couple years now. It’s not a big deal.”

He cocked his head in curiosity and worry, “how much sleep have you been getting?”

You ducked your head in embarrassment, “I slept for an hour at like 3, hopefully I’ll fall asleep again at some point tonight.”

Colson frowned, “can I help at all?”

A small smile fell upon your face, “sometimes talking helps, but honestly not much else. It’s not that big of a problem, though. I’ve been dealing with this for a while, I’m used to it.”

He looked shocked, “dude, you sleep for a few hours every night! That’s a problem. I don’t even know how you’re still alive.”

“Like you’ve never gone a couple days in a row without sleeping,” you said sarcastically.

“No! I go to sleep late as fuck, but I sleep eventually most nights. You’re on a whole different level.” His tone was slightly defensive, if not concerned, “do I need to get you some pills or something? I can do that.”

Your eyes went wide, “Jesus, Kells, no. I have enough to deal with, I don’t need another addiction on my hands too.”

He chuckled, “I’m just saying it might help. I’m assuming weed does nothing?”

You sighed sadly, “it did for a while, but I think my body got used to it. I just have to wait it out until I inevitably pass out.”

“Well, guess I’ll just bother you until you fall asleep.” He relaxed further into the couch, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Colson, you really don’t have to-“

“You won’t let me get you drugs, so I’m gonna stay up with you. It’s the least I can do.” He smiled widely, knowing he would get his way.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?”

Day Twelve

“You think that Captain America has the best character arc? Seriously?”

Your nightly chats with Colson had moved into his room after Baze was woken up by Colson’s loud laughter during a conversation about what type of dogs you’d both be. So, you were sat cross legged on his bed, facing each other in deep conversation.

The man tried to defend his stance to you, “okay, I know everyone loves Tony’s whole asshole to hero thing, but Captain America went from this goody two shoes to this badass criminal and he still got the girl in the end.”

You shook your head, “you’re just wrong in every way. I’m not even saying Iron Man had a better story, but literally every other character developed more than Steve. He wasn’t that badass in the end, and the fact that he went back to get the girl just proves he never really changed all that much. He was static.”

“So, you’re telling me, if we watched every single movie with Captain America in it, you wouldn’t be entertained?” He crossed his arms and leaned backwards, eyeing you challengingly.

You scoffed, “the movies are fine, I just think that Marvel has produced better superheroes with better plotlines.”

“New plan, we’re going to watch every marvel movie in order and then you can tell me that I’m right.” He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV across from his bed.

Rolling your eyes, you moved back to lean against the headrest, legs spread out in front of you, “you’re not right, but I’ll watch them just to see the look on your face when you realize you’re wrong.”

Colson flopped down on the bed next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you so that you were leaning into his side. A yawn escaped his mouth, “if you get tired, let me know.”

You giggled, “I’m always tired, I just can’t sleep. I won’t get offended if you fall asleep though.”

He pulled a face, “I’m not falling asleep.”

About an hour into the movie the slow rise and fall of his chest indicated differently. You chuckled to yourself once you realized he had fallen asleep, turning further into his chest, and allowing yourself to get more comfortable.

Somewhere between 4 and 5 am, you found your eyes finally closing of their own accord, unconsciousness washing over you.

Day 17

Since starting your marvel movie binges with Colson, you’d found yourself getting more sleep. You couldn’t tell if it was from the movies or from Colson, but either way something seemed to be working.

Tonight, however, even your new routine wouldn’t lull you to sleep. You tried every breathing exercise in the book, but nothing seemed to work. Colson had fallen asleep a while ago, his arm wrapped around you as per usual, so you couldn’t talk yourself to sleep.

So, you decided to take a stroll around the house, hoping the small form of physical activity would help. But in order to get out of bed, you would have to find a way out of Colson’s embrace without waking him up.

You slowly and gently grabbed his hand and removed it from your side, laying it on the bed next to you. Then, you sat up slowly, only to be pulled back into his chest, “where’re you going?”

His voice was deep and gravelly, sleepiness very evident. You responded with a whispered, “I can’t sleep, was gonna go walk around.”

He pulled you in closer to him, nuzzling his face into the crown of your head, “but you’re so warm.”

You chuckled, cuddling into the man, “fine, I’ll stay.” You tried to close your eyes and find sleep, but again, none came. Sighing, you accepted that you would be stuck in your current position, realizing there were worse things than being wrapped up in a beautiful boy’s arms.

Day 25

“I know aliens probably exist, but do you think they’d ever take one of us to study?”

Colson chuckled at your question, “like a human in general or, like, you and me?”

“Like you or me. Do you think we’re important enough to be studied?”

He squeezed your waist, “I think you are in desperate need of sleep.”

Laughing, you responded, “I’m serious! And I have been sleeping, thank you very much.”

“Okay, fine. I think if aliens ever came to Earth, they’d probably be more interested in, like, genius billionaires or really dumb people, like people from Florida.”

You slapped his arm, “don’t be mean to Florida.”

You could feel the vibrations from his laughter, making you giggle. “Fine, but my point is they wouldn’t be interested in us unless they’re really into music.”

“Darn,” you huffed.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “you want aliens to take you and study you?”

Balancing yourself on his chest, you lifted yourself up to look down at him, “yes! That would be so fucking cool.”

He shook his head with a laugh, “you’re crazy.”

“Think about it, who else would be able to say they got studied by aliens. And then you’d know that you were important to someone, even if it is just alien scientists.”

Rolling his eyes, Colson pulled you back down into him, your hands still resting on his chest, “I don’t need aliens to know I’m important.”

“Well not all of us can be ubertalented rock stars with millions of fans,” you joked, a teasing smile on your face.

You glanced up to find his eyes trained on you, holding a softer look in them than you had expected, “I didn’t mean that.”

It took a few moments for his words to get processed by your brain, but you immediately dismissed the thought that he could be talking about you specifically. More than likely he was referencing his family in general, which you could be included in.

Day 31

To celebrate a full month in quarantine, the guys had decided to throw an in-house only party, which just meant that everyone had an excuse to drink together more than normal. You were staying mostly sober, knowing that otherwise the boys would most likely break something, most likely themselves.

You watched from your place on the kitchen counter as Rook, Baze, Slim, Dre, Irv, Dub, and Colson played a round of King’s cup.

“Y/N, you have to drink,” Rook called from across the room, “it’s a six.”

“If there’s no women playing then you just skip that card, Rookie.” You called but took a sip from your cup anyways.

Colson whined, “this is boring.” You chuckled as he moved away from the table to come stand by you, the rest of the guys continuing without him. He leaned against the counter next to your dangling leg, letting you run your fingers through his blond hair, “parties are boring now, Y/N.”

You could tell that he was gone, the alcohol having almost full control of him. “When we get out of quarantine, we’ll throw the biggest party ever, Kells,” you said, letting your hand fall to rest on his shoulder. The man grasped your hand in his and moved it back up to the top of his head, silently begging for you to continue. He turned into a cat, practically purring as he leaned into you, “hey, Kells, you tired?”

He shook his head, “no, ‘m gonna stay up with you, remember?”

You laughed softly, “it’s okay, Kells. You should get some sleep; I’ll be okay for a night.”

His arms wrapped around your middle, head burying into your stomach, “I’ll go to sleep if you do.”

“You gotta let me off this counter for that.” This was a side of Colson you rarely saw; the drunk, very cuddly version of Colson. Occasionally he’d cling on to you when he got really tired, but that was in the privacy of his room. Here he was hanging onto you in front of all his friends, though granted they were too drunk to notice anything unusual.

You hopped off the counter, taking on some of Colson’s body weight in order to get him up the stairs and to his room. Truthfully, you planned to leave him in his bed once you got him there, but he had other plans. As soon as you moved to walk away from the bed, he grabbed your arm sleepily, “why are you leaving?”

Running a hand along his jaw softly, you softly said, “I’m gonna go to my room.”

He whined, “you never sleep in your room, stay.”

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond to that, “Kells, you’re drunk, you need some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep without you.” His eyes were glazed over, making his pleading look even more appealing than normal.

Sighing, you muttered, “yes, you can. I’ll be right down the hall,” but he wasn’t taking no for an answer, hand still firmly around your wrist.

“No.”

You rolled your eyes, climbing into the bed next to him, “I’m only doing this because you need to go to sleep.” He hummed in response to that, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly into him, leaving no room for you to escape even if you tried.

Day 37

Nights with Colson had slowly turned into every moment with Colson. You woke up together, ate breakfast together, spent time together. You were rarely separated for long, not that either of you minded.

At some point, the line between friends and whatever lied next had gotten blurred, but not fully crossed. You and Colson were touchy and cuddly during the day as well as at night, and everyone in the house was starting to notice it.

Part of you just wanted to kiss him and see what happened, but you knew messing with a situation like this could go very wrong very fast. So, you just left it up to him to figure out where this thing would go, knowing he probably wouldn’t make the first move either.

But as you laid in his arms, listening to his midnight ramblings, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you took matters into your own hands. You watched his lips move as he spoke, wanting nothing more than to lean up and press your own against them. Of course, you would never actually do it, but it was nice to dream.

There was a lull in the conversation which was spent with your eyes dancing across each other’s face, trying to figure out what to say next. Suddenly, he blurted out, “can I get your advice on something?”

You nodded in response, a soft smile on your face. He continued, “this sounds so stupid, but there’s this girl I’ve been talking to recently and I can’t figure out if she ‘s into me or we’re just really good friends.”

You sat up slightly, perking an eyebrow up, “well what signs has she given you that she’s into you?” Your heart burned, hoping he was talking about you. It was a feeling that had been happening a lot recently whenever you were around him, which was almost all the time.

He sighed, “I mean, we talk like, all the time about everything. And I think she flirts with me, but I’m not completely sure if she’s flirting or she’s just being friendly.”

“Well, what signs say that she’s not into you?” You ask, biting your lip to hide the grin forming on your face.

Colson hesitated, “I mean, none, really. I’m just scared of messing up our friendship, you know?”

You nodded, “well, you’ll never know if you never ask her. I’m sure it’ll work out.”

He was quiet for a long time, clearly turning the advice over in his head, “I would but, with quarantine and everything, I just don’t think it’s the right time. We wouldn’t be able to actually, you know.”

Your heart fell, realizing that there was no possible way he was talking about you. It felt like every bone in your body turned to Jell-o at the realization, a lump forming in your throat. “Right, well, maybe you could invite her over to the house. Or do a cute facetime date or something.”

He nodded but stayed quiet. You fully sat up, swinging your legs off the bed. “Where are you going?” he asked softly.

Something inside of you was slowly crumbling, and you needed to get yourself out of his presence as soon as possible, “I just need to take a walk, I don’t think I’m tired enough to get any form of sleep.”

Colson let out a small “oh,” as you stood up and swiftly left the room, tears forming in your eyes.

You felt silly for letting yourself fall so easily and for thinking that he might have felt the same way. But you could’ve sworn there was something forming between you two.

And how had you never heard of this new girl? How long had that been going on?

So many thoughts swirled around in your head as you made your way downstairs and out to the empty pool deck, pacing the familiar space. You tried to convince yourself that your feelings weren’t as strong as they actually were so that this could somehow be easier, but you knew it wouldn’t work.

The sound of the door sliding open caught your attention, your eyes meeting those all too familiar blue ones. “You okay?” he asked, leaning against the wall of the house. You flashed him a fake smile with a nod. “This doesn’t have anything to do with what I just-”

“No, no,” you cut him off, “I’m just restless right now, needed to get some energy out.”

He nodded, watching you cautiously, “I’m actually super tired, so I’m gonna get some sleep. I’ll see you in a few?”

You nodded, knowing full well you had no intention of getting back into his bed, “yeah, goodnight.” You turned your head to the ground, studying the cement below your feet.

The door opened and shut, but when you looked back up, Colson was still standing outside, watching you. “I don’t know why I said that. There isn’t a girl in quarantine. Well, I mean, there is, but we wouldn’t not be able to see each other.”

Your head was spinning, trying to make sense of whatever he was saying. He kept talking, “I got nervous and chickened out and then you left and I felt like an idiot.” You looked up to him, confusion evident on your face as he continued on the borderline of rambling, “so I’m just gonna throw this out there and whatever happens, happens.”

You stared at him blankly, not fully processing his words or what was happening.

“Would you wanna go on a date with me? Or, like, whatever kind of date we can pull off here?”

Your eyes went wide in shock, the rollercoaster you had just been on emotionally twisting your mind. You didn’t speak for a few moments, making Colson nervous, but you finally got out a stuttered, “yes.”

He sighed in relief, “god I feel like such a teenager right now.”

You came back to your senses, narrowing your eyes at him, “do you realize the emotional turmoil you just put me through? I feel like I’m crazy!”

He chuckled, moving towards you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, “I know, I’m an asshole. But it was worth it, right?”

“I was literally rethinking my entire life out here,” you pouted, leaning into his touch.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You rolled your eyes, “look who’s all Mr. confident now.”

The vibrations of his laugh shook your own body, “well, you said yes. This would be a completely different story if you had said no. Then I would be the one rethinking my entire life.”

You smirked teasingly, “I could always change my mind.”

He shook his head with a chuckle, “shut up.” His lips met yours, one hand reaching up to softly hold your jaw. You melted into the kiss, your arms moving to wrap around his neck loosely.

You pulled away slowly, a smile spread on your face, “this almost makes not being able to sleep worth it.”

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[artichow]

hey it's me again :D first thank you for your reply to my Gingka and Nile friend/ship headcannons. I wanted to reply-reblog but when I about done tumblr glitched on me and I lost all that I've written ;w; (that's the second time it happened, makes me lose motivation every time)

But this time I would like to read your take on your ideas and headcannons for Sora. We all know the show done this boy more than just dirty. I personally headcannon he forms a group with Kakeru and Ryuto but I would love to read your takes :D

Thanks for your time ❤💓💗

yep yep yep! just a disclaimer that I didn't watch shogun steel and i don't plan on watching it, still haven't read the manga either. So I don't really know much about Kakeru at all except that he's Kyoya's little brother. I saw some screenshots of shogun steel and the one with Sora and Ryuto on it!!

I really like the idea of them being friends

But okay, so Sora, I really really want him to be a close friend of Kenta. They kept in touch and they go out of their way to meet for tournaments, even if it means travelling pretty far.

I'm thinking, as soon as right after the events of fusion or masters, goodies and knock-offs of Gingka's image start to be sold. Not approved by gingka btw, and kinda ugly lmao. And among the merch there's a replica of Gingka's scarf, and I'm thinking Sora would need every bit of self control he has in his fanboy body to not buy it :')

He has pretty busy parents but the fact that he's a child and has to go to school and all that (yes I insist on at least some of those kids to have a normal life pls) he can't travel as much as he would want to. I'm thinking he could quit school at 15 and go on his travels then, for that he studied very hard to learn english and every skill he would need in his adventures. It was a requirement from his parents, and I think it helped him a lot. He was not really fit to learn in school, it was very hard for him to conform to school's way of teaching, but having this goal to travel and get better at beyblade motivated him a lot. It also showed him that it's not learning that he didn't like, it was the way he was taught.

So he learned english while watching foreign beyblade matches over and over again, analysing the fights the best he could on video and meanwhile practicing beyblade too.

He plays soccer and also some volleyball!! And that's another thing beside beyblade that helps him bond with the locals in a lot of places

Sora meets Ryuto during his travels, he gets involved in an adventure with him. And I think it’d be funny if he was acting super weird around him for the first day they are around each other (they haven’t even introduced themselves cause they’re so focused and excited about a treasure or a cool hidden beyblade place). And then he just blurts out “ARE YOU RYUGA??” and Ryuto’s really confused. “You mean that guy who tried to control the world with a beyblade tournament 4 years ago?”.

I think Ryuto wouldn’t often have access to a TV and he would have heard the stories about battle bladers so he doesn’t know what Ryuga looks like and he just doesn’t know the guy! Also Sora being the only member of the cast to point out the obvious resemblance?? Much needed, anyway, they become very close and decide to travel together from now on. Sora notices the parallel between them and Gingka and tries his hardest to keep it to himself because he knows it would annoy Ryuto a lot. His fanboy heart is pounding at the idea of being “basically like Gingka”

Sora loves dinosaurs, Ryuto does too and they share a lot of cool facts about them and in their travels they like to stop by cool museums (yes, Sora willingly in a museum)

Ryuto also loves insects and Sora is very squeamish about them

What I like about Sora and the very few moments we saw him, is how seeing and sharing time wih Kenta helped him grow. At first he only wants to do everything like Gingka without accepting his unique traits and identity. Kenta shows him (and us) how much knowing Gingka helped him become a better blader and be more confident in who he is, while still having his individuality. And I think that’s why I imagine Sora transformed after that, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have setbacks sometimes, but he matured a lot in my mind.

Ryuto likes to wear cool jewellry and Sora is his hype man

Sometimes they enter tournaments together, often times battling each other in the final, sometimes only one joins and the other cheers him on very loudly. Either way, at the end of the day they go buy themselves a treat and explore the city. Sora always has a lot of energy and has the best time travelling, Ryuto needs more rest I think and is a little less extraverted and comfortable in big cities but they both love this lifestyle. I imagine them living like this for many years

Ryuto’s kindof hard to approach at first, the adventure he was headed for the day he met Sora required someone else for the trip and it’s by chance that he met Sora. Maybe he was about to get in trouble with other bladers and Ryuto helps him out of it, but notices Sora’s skills. They go on this exciting adventure together and talk a lot about beyblade but Ryuto doesn’t really want to make a friend so he keeps the conversation very on the surface. But Sora’s not really happy with this attitude, it’s not that obvious but he notices it and finds it a bit rude. So they fight a little (even when they’re friends I like to think they have no problem fighting and telling point blank what’s bothering them) and Ryuto’s like “FINE” and begins opening up lmao. I know it’s weird but I think it’s funny. They don’t really become friends overnight, but Sora’s determined to get to know Ryuto better and they talk a lot so by the end of the adventure they don’t want to leave each other

Soon they get a reputation as talented bladers and maybe Kenta would talk to Sora about Kakeru who is rougly the same age as them, and they meet the next time they’re in Japan. Once again I don’t know much about Kakeru sorry I can’t think of ideas for him

but yeah, my hcs for these two!! I had to come up with a lot of stuff cause I never really think about them. But it was really cool to do!!! I love these “oh so very underdevelopped” boys. The writers’ rejects

Also thanks to everyone who sent me asks of characters to make hc about, I’ll definitely do them, they just take a long time to write. Also I’m sure I’m making spelling or grammar mistakes, english’s not my 1st language and I’m writing these without a draft and as they come to me so sorry :’) But if you spot mistakes and want to help me correct them you can tell me in my dms, I’d appreciate it :D

edit: you know what, he did buy the scarf, why not. He’s like 15 he’s not made of stone! He doesn’t wear it but keeps it and is attached to it!! yeah!!! I need to let these characters be weird and maybe a little cringe  it’s important