#like is it normal to check out books from the library? not an actual problem but that doesn’t mean im not going to make it one

[anakinstwinklebunny]

STALKER!NERD!ANAKIN HEADCANONS

TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're sensitive to that or don't feel comfortable with it, please do not read it for your own safety and comfort. Death, murderer, swearing, weird behavior, psycho behavior

Author's note: got inspired by amazing @xzaddyzanakinx, check her sutff out, it's wayyy better!!!

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who at the beginning seemed like a normal cute nerd

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who would write down every small detail he learned about you in his special notebook

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who would get nervous whenever the math class was about to begin (just because you're in it too). He doesn't have a problem with math, hell, he loves this subject but not as much as he loves you. His eyes would time to time move towards to where you're sitting, his cheeks heating up as he tries to pretend he's actually paying attention to what teacher says

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin whose one of the main wishes was to finally catch your attention. To make you notice him; his love for you, his unconditional commitment, his deep interest in everything you do - from your voice to your every small part on your body. It was something he wished and prayed for, to finally catch your gaze longer than one mere second

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who began fantasizing about you late at night to make himself fall asleep sometimes

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who, when you once struggled with your laptop in class, Anakin, the tech whiz, offered to help you out. He found it as a perfect opportunity to finally have his first real interaction with you. Although nervousness creeped all over his body, stopping right at his cheeks to make them rosy. His hands were gentle as they glided over the keyboard, but you had no idea that while he was fixing your issue, he was also installing a program that gives him remote access to your laptop. He smiled at you after, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, and you thanked him—unaware that he had just gained access to every aspect of your life.

Later that night, as you were working, you noticed your laptop screen flickering for a moment. Although you brushed it off, not realizing Anakin is on the other end, watching you through your webcam. His breath catched in his throat as he watched you. The heat he couldn't just ingore rising inside him whenever he imagined what it would be like to have you by his side..every.single.day

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who's always in the library, studying furiously or working on some coding project. Yet one day, you left a book behind on accident, and of course, he’s the one who finds it. Instead of returning it to you, Anakin uses it as an excuse to hold onto something of yours—your scent lingering on the pages (at least he thinks it lingers, that it's still there), your small scribbled notes on the margins. And the way his heartbeat quickened whenever he held something you did just second ago - it was so thrilling

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who after the laptop 'help', brought himself the courage to talk to you. At first, he made sure to make it time to time and a small talks - about lessons you've just had, sometimes he tried to gossip (for the first time) about teachers he actually liked (but knew you hated) in jokey way to make you smile and agree at what he's saying - so he did baby steps that hopefully would let him get closer.

He was always obssesing over these talks, always came up to you with flushed cheeks, trying to ignore your sceptical-looking friends. Although he cursed himself after every interaction with you just because he stuttered a lot, and he wanted to make the best impression on you as possible (but who would have known that you finded it cute)

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who gave himself time (but with his often excitement it was hard) to gain your trust, to 'know' you even better than what he knew already (so you wouldn't be suspicious about him knowing certain stuff)

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was thrilled to help you with subjects you sucked at. Often staying just for you long hours in the library after lessons;

"Hi, Annie."

That soft, sugar-sweet voice pulled Anakin out of his thoughts, snapping him back to reality. He looked up, and there you were—his Aphrodite, his goddess—smiling at him, your eyes bright as you took a seat next to him, your math books gently landing on the library's wooden table.

Anakin froze for a moment, his mind swirling. How was it that you could always leave him feeling like this—flustered, vulnerable? His usual composure disappeared every time you came near. He was used to watching you from afar, secretly lingering in the shadows, but now as you were right next to him, close enough that he could smell your perfume, his mind went dizzy

He swallowed hard, trying to control the quickened beat of his heart. “Hi, y/n he said softly, forcing a gentle smile. “So, what do you need help with today?”

You sighed, flipping open your math book, brows furrowing in that adorable way you always did when you were concentrating. “sequences... I don’t get it.”

Anakin's heart lifted slightly at the request. This was his chance—his moment to shine before you. “Don’t worry, I'll help you"

"That’s so stupid," you muttered, grimacing at the another math problem in front of you. You've been doing this shit for what felt like hours and you could feel your brain slowly release more and more smoke

Anakin only chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “It’s not stupid. You’re just learning it. Trust me, math can save your life.”

The phrase almost made you vomit “That’s a bold statement.”

He grinned, watching your pencil scratch against the paper, marveling at how even something so mundane looked graceful in your hands. “Bold but true,” he teased. “If you were stranded on a deserted island without a signal, you'd need math to find your way back home.” he folded his hands between his legs, offering you this small smile

you huffed “I’d need a map, not math.”

“And how do you think they make maps?” he shot back with a smug smirk on his face. He was nothing like this shy, stuttering guy you knew just time ago. It was more endearing, in a way “Math. Without it, you wouldn’t have a map in the first place.”

You bit your lip in thought, a small furrow appearing on your brows as you glanced back at the task in front of you. The way your lips pouted slightly as you tried to focus made Anakin’s heart skip a beat. “Math is a haunting beast,” you sighed, writing the example down. “It doesn’t help you; it ruins you.”

Anakin chuckled again, shaking his head. “That’s just a matter of perspective.” His voice softened, dropping a little lower “You just haven’t seen it the right way. I can change that, you know.”

“Can you?” your tone teasing but laced with curiosity.

“If you let me, absolutely.” His eyes sparkled while watching you, drinking in every detail of your face. He had never been this close to you ever before. And oh God, he loved it so much. He could smell the faint scent of your vanilla perfumes, every inch of your skin seemed so touchable..so soft..so-- “But you’ve got to take it seriously. Otherwise, how can I help you?”

“I am taking it seriously, Anakin. You know I’m thankful for all the time and effort you put into this.”

The word time echoed in Anakin’s mind, sending a rush of emotion through him. Time—that precious thing he spent obsessing over you, watching your every move, memorizing every little detail about you.. If only you knew how deep his admiration went, how he lived for these moments alone with you..maybe you would understand that you deserve better than some jerk you've been dating. That you deserved someone who would want to know you, who would fall to his knees and beg to know you..who would do it all just for a small glimpse of your face in the sunglight

“Don’t mention it,” he murmured, his smirk returning. “I’m always happy to help you, y/n.”

He kept the conversation light and playful, teasing you just enough to make you smile, to keep your attention on him. Just as he always dreamed. He wanted this moment to last forever—to bask in your presence, in the warmth of your voice, in the sweetness of your laughter. He wanted you to feel how much he cared, even if he couldn’t tell you the whole truth yet

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who hated your boyfriend;

“Y/n!” Jack’s sharp voice sliced through Anakin’s thoughts like a knife. “Pack your things, we’re leaving. Now.” The coldness in Jack’s tone made Anakin’s blood boil. How could anyone speak to you like that? Anakin would never dream of using such a harsh tone with you. Never.

“But I’m doing math ri—"

“Don’t care,” Jack snapped, cutting you off. “Pack your damn things. We’re leaving.”

The cruelty in Jack’s voice made Anakin seethe. The way he talked to you—like you were nothing—made his hands curl into fists under the table. Red-hot anger coursed through him, almost blinding him. Jack had no right. No right to speak to youlike that, to treat you like you were disposable. His heart pounded in his chest, the familiar obsessive urge to protect you, to be the one who cherished you, rising uncontrollably. He couldn’t stand the thought of you being hurt or disrespected by anyone, least of all by someone like Jack.

Jack caught Anakin’s stare, eyes narrowing with disdain. “What are you looking at, nerd?” His voice was full of arrogance and venom

Anakin’s eyes flashed with rage as he turned to meet Jack’s gaze, nails digging into his skin. He wanted to punch that smug look right off his face. Oh, how satisfying it would be to watch him fall. But Jack was taller, broader, physically stronger..yet..biology confirmed that people under different emotions are able to do impossible..so could it possibly mean..

“Jack, calm down,” you interjected softly, your voice shaking just a little as you tried to smooth things over without another cut skin and running blood. “Anakin was just helping me with math.”

Yet, Jack barely glanced at you, keeping his gaze locked on Anakin's face. Both of them looked as if they were about to throw their fists on themselves. Yet, Anakin wasn't the type of guy to hurt someone..right? “Whatever. If you’re not outside in five minutes, I’m leaving without you.”

Anakin’s blood ran cold as Jack stormed out of the library. The familiar feeling of being a failure, of possibly dissapointing you because he haven't done anything, didn't stand up and react at your boyfriend's behaviour corrupted his mind. What had he just done? He was supposted to protect you, and yet, here he was sitting like a failure. This tense, uncomfortable silence did not help him. Especially when your face flushed with embarrassment, your once-bright smile long gone. What had he just done? You looked down, fiddling nervously with your pencil before turning to Anakin.

“I’m so sorry about him,” you whispered “He’s just… having a bad day, I guess. Please don’t take it personally.”

Anakin wanted to scream. Bad day? That was your excuse? You were too kind, too forgiving. Jack didn’t deserve your apologies or your understanding. Anakin’s anger roared inside him like a beast, barely contained beneath his calm exterior. Jack wasn’t just having a bad day—he was a bully, plain and simple. And Anakin hated him for it. He wanted to protect you from this, from Jack’s cruel words and rough edges. Because you deserved to be treated like a queen, not like some accessory Jack could toss around whenever he felt like it.

So there was this question ringing in his ears again - what had he just done?

“It’s okay,” he replied softly, though his voice was tight with the effort it took to hold back his anger.

You offered him a nervous smile, the light that usually brightened your face now dimmed by Jack’s harshness. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t keep you any longer… but maybe we can catch up another time?”

Before Anakin could respond, you took his pen and started scribbling something in his notebook. Your soft hand moved gracefully over the page, your pretty handwriting was what captured his attention completely. He loved how even the smallest, most mundane actions were captivating when it came to you. Because for him, you could make something as simple as writing your name feel like magic.

When you finished, you handed the notebook back to him, a soft smile playing on your lips. “It’s my number,” you said, drawing a small smiley face beside it. “We can plan another time for tutoring.”

Your number. Your phone number. Anakin stared at the page in disbelief, his heart hammering in his chest. You had just given him a direct line to you. To you. His obsession surged, almost overwhelming him. He could barely keep his hands from trembling when he took in the sight on the paper. This was it—his way into your life.

“Sure. W-we can,” he said, trying to suppress the massive grin that threatened to take over his face. “Anytime.”

you smiled again, but it was smaller now, hesitant. Your eyes flickered toward the door, where Jack had disappeared moments earlier. “Thanks again, Anakin. I’m really sorry about Jack…i-I should get going before he leaves me stranded.”

Anakin watched you pack your things, his pulse quickening with each movement you made. God, you were so perfect, so sweet, even in the face of Jack’s cruelty. And you deserved better—better than Jack, better than anyone. He even knew he doeasn't deserve you, because for him, you were more than a human. His eyes each time saw you in angelic, heavenly way. As if God alone had sent you on earth to torment him for his sins, to make him suffer. You were so pure, and he so sinful.. so..dirty in all kind of sins. He didn't feel worthy enough to even be in your presence, yet he wanted it more than anything in the world

But if you'd give him only a chance, he'd be yours. Completely. Body and soul. Without exception

“I’ll see you later, Annie,” you mumbled softly, flashing him one last smile before heading towards the door.

The sound of his nickname on your lips made his whole body tingle. He barely registered you leaving, too caught up in the way you'd looked at him, the way you'd spoken to him. The way you had given him your number. It was like a dream come true. His obsession had reached a fever pitch—his heart ached for you - to have you, hold you, not let you go..

you were his, right?

at least had to be someday..

But then there was Jack. Jack, who, again, didn’t deserve you. Jack, who treated you like dirt, who took you for granted. Jack, who yelled at you , who made your smile disappear. Jack, who Anakin hated more than anyone in the world.

Anakin’s grip tightened around his notebook, his knuckles white with the pressure. He couldn’t let Jack get away with this. He couldn’t let Jack continue to be a part of your life. It was his place in your life he took, it was his destiny and fate to be someone more than just 'a nerd who helped you out'.

But again, he hadn't done anything to stop him from treating you like this. When he could, when he really had a chance to make a difference. He simply didn't

what had he just done?

Today was the day it had to change So he had decided. He would follow you, keep his distance, and watch - like he always does. He would make sure Jack never had the chance to hurt you ever again.

With his mind set, Anakin quickly packed his things, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Today Jack Scottland would meet God.

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who killed your boyfriend;

Anakin took a deep breath as he started his car, his hands trembling with barely controlled rage. Every thought, every emotion, was singular—focused on Jack. Jack had to go. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles whitened, his breath coming out in shallow bursts. This was it. No turning back. Jack was the obstacle, the barrier between him and you. His mind wouldn’t let him rest until Jack was out of the picture—forever.

As he followed Jack’s car down the quiet road, he could feel his heartbeat quickening, pulsing in his ears. Jack, once more, didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you. Anakin’s blood boiled as he replayed Jack’s words in his head—the way he had spoken to you in the most controlling, cruel, disgusting way possible. He couldn’t stand it any longer. If he didn’t do something now, he’d explode.

When Jack pulled into an empty pullout far from your house, Anakin’s pulse raced from adrenaline. This was it. His moment. Now or never.

Anakin slowed his car and parked a few meters behind, eyes locked on Jack’s vehicle. His hands still shook as he opened the trunk, pulling out his baseball bat. The weight of it felt right, felt powerful. This wasn’t a game anymore—this was war. War that he promised himself to win, to never loose, because his thropy is more than anything he could have in his life. it was you Adrenaline pumping through his blood system, perfectly mixing with the uncontrollable rage he’d been bottling up for too long.

Jack was sitting in his car, lazily scrolling through his phone, completely unaware. Anakin’s stomach twisted in disgust. He didn’t care, didn’t even realize how much of a monster he was. The sight of Jack sitting there, nonchalant, as if he hadn’t just torn you apart with his words, made Anakin sick. He had to do this. He had to protect you.

Anakin approached, bat gripped tightly in his hand, tapping it lightly against the car window. The sharp sound snapped Jack’s attention.

“Get out,” Anakin hissed, his voice low and dangerous as if he was a completely diffrent person

Emotions, especially at a high intensity, impact our ability to make rational decisions - nature echoed amongst the pure hatred

“What?” Jack’s expression shifted from confusion to irritation as he slowly lowered the window.

“I said get the fuck out of the car.”

Jack sighed, clearly annoyed as he pushed open the car door, stepping out with a condescending sneer. “Listen, man, I don’t know what your prob—”

The moment Jack’s foot hit the ground, Anakin swung. The bat connected with a sickening crunch against Jack’s side, sending him sprawling to the ground with a grunt of pain. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he gasped for air, clutching his ribs. Yet, Anakin didn’t hesitate; he stepped closer, the fury burning brighter with each moment.

“You think you can treat her like that and just get away with it?” Anakin’s voice was harsh, gritted through clenched teeth as he stood over Jack, eyes wild with fury.

Jack groaned, rolling onto his back, blood dribbling from his lips."What the hell are you talking about?"

anakin's jaw clenched "pathetic excuse of a man"

Before Jack could add anything, Anakin brought the bat down hard, aiming for his head. Jack rolled out of the way just in time, the bat slamming into the dirt beside him. The impact sent a jolt through Anakin’s arms, but he didn’t stop. He swung again, but Jack was quicker this time, scrambling to his feet and grabbing hold of the bat, yanking it toward him.

For a brief moment, they struggled, locked in a vicious tug of war with the bat. Jack, stronger and bigger, managed to kick Anakin hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Anakin gasped, stumbling backward, but the rage inside him only intensified.

Jack seized the opportunity, landing a brutal punch to Anakin’s face, sending blood spraying from his nose. The taste of iron filled his mouth, but it didn’t matter. He barely felt the pain. All he could think about was Jack—the smug look on his face, the way he had spoken to you, belittled you.

Anakin roared, using the force of his rage to swing the bat hard against Jack’s face, smashing into his cheekbone with a sickening crack. Blood splattered across the side of the car as Jack crumpled to the ground, his face a mangled mess of blood and broken skin.

But Jack wasn’t done yet. He spat blood from his busted lips, managing a weak chuckle “So this is about her, huh? You’re fucking pathetic, man. You think beating me up will make her love you? You’re fucking psycho. She’ll hate you more than she ever hated me.”

Anakin’s vision blurred with anger, anger, nothing but anger, everything going red. He swung the bat again, this time aiming for Jack’s chest. Jack barely managed to roll out of the way, but not fast enough—Anakin’s bat clipped his shoulder with enough force to make the bones crack. Jack screamed, the sound piercing the night air, but Anakin didn’t care.

Jack lunged at Anakin, tackling him to the ground, fists flying. The two of them grappled in the dirt, blood mixing with sweat as they traded blows. Jack landed a solid punch to Anakin’s jaw, sending him reeling. Blood dripped from both their faces, coating their clothes in crimson colour.

"fucking--" another hit to anakin's face "psycho--" he panted, but before he could aim another hit, anakin grabbed his wrist, rolling them over

After mucch hits, anakin twisted his body, managing to grab the bat again, using it as leverage to slam Jack’s head to the ground. Blood slipped everywhere, yet it wasn't enough. With shaky legs, Anakin stood up and grabbed a handful of jack's hair only to smack his face into the side of his own car. The crack of Jack’s skull against the car's doors made Anakin feel an intense surge of power, almost a twisted satisfaction. Jack groaned, as if it was the only sound that could leave his already shattered face

yet it wasn't enough

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who, with great care, made sure to get rid off any tools of the crime - he was awfully smart for that. It was almost weird..how a man who was his parent's contentment, now just killed a guy for a girl he was obsessed about..

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who had a special folder for the videos from the camera on your laptop, special folder for your photos he was obsessing about even after such a long time, he still collected new things

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was nervous (but tried to hide it) when police found Jack's body.

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was for you when you grieved over the death of your toxic ex and months later, his wildest dreams came true - he was dating you. Was free to worship you, admire you.

He was addicted to you even more after the first date. Because this time, it was him who made you smile so much your cheeks hurt. It was him who made you laugh till your stomach hurt. It was the only type of pain he let himself give you

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who felt extremely free in your presence. All his fantasies, all his dreams came true. He almost felt like on a cloud nine - so perfect, so light, so happy (despite of what he had done);

“Gonna keep teasing me like this all the time?” he asked with a lazy grin, propped up on one elbow on the bed.

“I’m not teasing you,” you replied with playfulness “Just showing off my new dress.”

The dress, a deep shade of red, highlighted your curves and drew attention to your most elegant lines. It clung to your form in all the right places, making you look absolutely stunning.

His eyes wandered over you, taking in every detail. The way the dress accentuated your body left him breathless. You were beautiful in everything you wore, but this dress—this was something extraordinary. “So, you put this on just to make me feral? Because you’re definitely succeeding.” he chuckled, leaning up on his elbow.

“I just wanted to know if you like it,” your smirk deepening as you gracefully crawled onto his lap, like a cat curling up to its favorite spot.

“Oh, I definitely like it,” his voice filled with admiration and a hint of playfulness. “But it’s not just the color that’s catching my attention.” His eyes roamed over your curves with unabashed appreciation once more.

“Oh really?” you giggled, your laughter a sweet melody that seemed to enchant him further. Your smile was radiant, and the way you looked at him made his heart swell.

“Mhm,” he responded, his own smile widening as he pulled you closer. His eyes continued their admiring journey “You’re so, so gorgeous. Did you really think I wouldn’t like it?” his fingers gently grazing the hem of your dress.

“I hoped you’d drool all over it, to be honest” your smile playful and tender as you delicately removed his glasses and put them on yourself.

Anakin’s smile grew even wider. The sight of you wearing his glasses, combined with the way you sat on his lap, made him feel like the luckiest man alive. His joy was almost overwhelming. He could barely contain his excitement. “I’d drool over you in anything, you know that,” his voice filled with adoration and a hint of humor. His heart was soaring, knowing that this perfect moment, with you, was his reality. "Even in a potato sack"

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who had a deep need to observe you 24/7, at least in most of his free time. Because what if someone will hurt you? Or you'll hurt yourself and he'd not know, appear too late to help. So, he felt obligated to watch you

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who stole some of your panties when you weren't looking and kept them in his apartment, not daring himself to even think about putting them into a washing machine

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was horribly obsessed with leaving marks all over your body;

“You’re leaving me hickeys,” you whined, glancing at the mirror to see the fresh, juicy marks on your neck to collection

“Can’t help it,” he replied with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist to connect his lips with your (this time) exposed shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites. The hickeys were more than just marks—they were declarations of his love, signs that you were his and his alone. He wanted everyone to see that you belonged to him. And if people wouldn't see your marks, he wanted to make sure you would knew who you belong to. His lips moved to your ear, whispering the phrase that made you shiver “Though I’d say my favorite is still the one on your ass.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you flushed and headed back to the bed

He chuckled, settling beside you and immediately pulling you close. His arms wrapped around your frame and he nuzzled into your neck, planting more kisses, and adding to the huge collection of hickeys. “I think you should get it tattooed,” he suggested playfully, his lips brushing against your skin

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regulus black x fem!reader x evan rosier

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evan rosier and regulus black.

the two names that have seemed to never leave your brain since the beginning of 8th year. two people you were never supposed to get involved with nor did you think youd ever even talk to without it being harsh words or hex’s but here you were having feelings for and relations with them.

evans dirty blonde curls and regulus’ grey eyes never seemed to leave your mind just like your frame and scent never left theirs, but at least they could express their feelings and needs with each other and you were stuck with inner monologues and your hand to satisfy yourself til the right time came.

one thing you all had in common was your friends hating the other person. evan had gotten more irritable and his patience was wearing thin when Mulciber or barty talked about you and regulus had to stop evan from lashing out at them and starting something that would be hell to finish, it was almost the same with your friends, james’ passive aggressive comments about regulus made you want to put him in his place but you refrained and remus and peter’s comments on evan made your blood boil as they talked shit about something they actually had no idea about.

sirius was a big factor, you knew hed be hurt if he found out you were fucking his brother and his brothers best friend behind his back but you never meant to get tangled up in regulus’ and evans web. the more you thought about it a lot of your friends would be disappointed so maybe that should’ve told you to cut it off after the first time but it was like a drug, the more you tried to stay away the more your want and need for it grew and eventually you gave in.

your bracelet vibrated once more, it was a gift from both of them to help make communicating better.

the three of you finally met up in the prefect bathroom durning dinner one night, regulus happily told you that him and evan were staying an extra day before going home for the break and that you should try so you all could spend time together before leaving.

and now here you were, almost everyone was gone for winter break and you were one of the few gryffindors left but there was just one problem, remus, remus fucking lupin had also decided to stay an extra day because he had been helping ms pince in the library. knowing remus he had the map, and would defiantly check it he if thought you were acting weird.

watching remus from your seat next to the fire, waiting for him to say he was gonna nap or walk around or go to the library, hoping and praying that he would say something like that so you could leave and get to evan and regulus’ dorm as fast as you could. your bracelet buzzed against your skin once more, you already knew which one was trying to give you the green light as to come to them.

normally it was evan, who only buzzed it once and then a second time if you were really really late; but today it was regulus, the constant buzzing at random times indicated that. you’d tease him about it since it seemed as if he couldn’t wait, you could imagine him mumbling the spell on the bracelet they had and waiting for you to show up at the speed of light and then doing it over and over when you were taking your time to get there.

jumping a little when remus coughed and got up and stretched. “i gotta go to the library, wanna meet up and walk to dinner together later?” remus asked, grabbing his wand and book then fixing his shirt while waiting for you to answer.

you nodded, “yeah ill come up to the library so you dont have to walk all the way over to get me” you said and smiled at him. remus nodded and left the common room.

muttering the spell towards the bracelet to let them know you were on your way. waiting a bit so you knew remus was far away before leaving the common room.

the bracelet buzzing again, making you smile and think about how to tease regulus about it in a bit. turning the corner as you kept looking around for any other people but luckily there was no one around.

evan was waiting for you beside slytherin common room, you watched him play with his sleeve before he looked up and saw you.

crossing his arms with a smile on his face as you got closer then reaching out and pulling you to him.

lips already going at each other and hands roaming and gripping at clothing and skin, hungry and needy for each other from being away for so long. the amount of glances and fantasizing while looking at the other person was gone and replaced with what you both desired, the real fucking thing.

pulling away to catch your breath, hands rubbing against his chest as your back was now up against the cold stone.

“you have no idea how much we missed you” evan whispered, his lips coming back to yours for a quick kiss before pulling away and resting his forehead against yours.

“i think i know by how many times hes buzzed me” you quipped, and evan instantly laughed and shook his head.

“i told him to quit, that you’d be here when you’d get here but hes basically cumming in his pants at anything that has to do with you” evan said, the happy tone in his voice made your heart flutter. you giggled and mumbled the spell to the bracelet, sending two buzzes to let him know you were and it buzzed back almost instantly which made you and evan bust out laughing.

“well, lets not leave him waiting” you laughed and took evans hand, pulling him towards the common room door. evan said the password and looked around to see if the common room had anyone in it, luckily no one was in there.

evan guided you to their dorm, all their dorm mates were gone leaving it the perfect spot.

regulus’ leg bounced up and down, he was excited to see you and get off since evan had been denying him since the night they found out they were staying too, no matter how hard regulus begged for evan to touch him or if he wanted to touch himself the answer was “no, you’ll thank me later” and regulus knew he probably would.

evan snuck you into the room, making sure no one would see you in case they just showed up out of nowhere. regulus jumped up when he heard the door click open. a smile coming onto his face almost instantly.

seeing them used to be awkward but now it was just like hanging out with your friends but so much more intimate, you wished you could be around them all the time which is crazy now since almost a year ago you didn’t like them and they did not like you.

the transition from seeing you again to already getting intimate was smooth and quick, it didn't feel forced like you were just there to have sex with them and then leave, it was loving and like you all had come home from a date together.

you sat on the side of evans bed, regulus was on his knees taking your pajama bottoms off, you could see his hard on in his pants.

“reggie you’re already hard, we’ve barely even started” you teased, regulus whined a bit at you pointing it out, he was aching, had been since he knew today was the day you were coming.

“told you he was practically cumming in his pants” evan quipped as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“I wouldn't be if you had let me cum” regulus snapped back, making evan laugh. you smiled then pouted at regulus.

“he’s so mean isn’t he, i’ll make sure you cum tonight baby” you said to him as you took the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and off him. regulus had scars, not at many as sirius and definitely not as many as remus. he told you about them once, one day on the astronomy tower late into the night.

“thank you” regulus mumbled and side eyed evan. you took off your shirt and looked at evan, he was undoing his pants.

“how about you show her how thankful you really are” evan said with a smirk, regulus looked up at you.

“can i?” he asked, you nodded your head and regulus’ hands went to your panties and pulled them down quickly.

“good boy” evan praises him, your hand went to evans cock which was covered by his boxers. regulus kissed your thighs a few times before licking your slit.

regulus moved your leg over his shoulder, his tongue getting faster as you were getting more turned on. evan leaned down to kiss you, his hand going to your jaw.

you moaned as evan kissed you, regulus’ tongue was lapping at your clit quickly. evans grip on your jaw held you where he wanted you, you continued to touch evans cock.

you pulled down his boxers, he was as hard as regulus now, you broke the kiss and brought your hand to your mouth and spit before stroking his cock.

evan groaned and rolled his head back, you focused on his tip then started stroking him from his base to his tip over and over.

regulus pressed kisses on your clit before sucking then moving down to your entrance. he spread you apart with his fingers, his cock straining in his boxers made him think about touching himself but he wanted to be good for both of you.

“you’re doing so good reggie” you moaned, evan grinned and watched regulus.

a few minutes later you were struggling to keep your hand going, you were so close to cumming, evan knew it and so did regulus, reggie was going faster.

“i think that's enough reg, i think its her turn to make you feel good” evan said, regulus whined and pulled away from you.

regulus leaned up and locked your lips with his, evan started moving his hips while you kept stroking him. regulus pushed himself against his boxers, he was trying so hard to be good.

evan watched you two, his hand moving down to yours, he guided you— making your touches on him more firm. your other hand snaked down into regulus’ boxers and once he felt your soft hand grasping his cock his body shivered and pushed into you.

you could hear evan laugh softly. you smiled as you teased regulus, making him shudder and break the kiss multiple times.

regulus broke the kiss and rested his forehead on your shoulder.

“please—please, keep touching me— i'm almost there” regulus begged, his eyes were closed tightly and he pressed more into you.

you glanced at evan, silently asking for permission.

evan grabbed regulus by his hair gently, pulling his head back to look at him.

“why would you want to cum in her hand when i was gonna let you cum in her” evan asked, cocking his head slightly and furrowing his brows. you stopped touching regulus, pulling your hand out of his boxers.

“what do you wanna do reggie?” you asked him, placing a kiss on his neck.

regulus lets out a sigh, “i wanna cum in you” he says with a nod.

evan let go of regulus’ hair, your hand dropped from evan as he took a step back and walked to the other side of the bed.

“lay down regulus” he commanded, regulus moved from you and got onto the bed, you turned to watch them.

evan guided regulus onto his back, moving his head to hang off the edge of the bed a bit. your hand moved to regulus’ thigh, rubbing up and down and inching closer to his boxers.

you moved closer to regulus, now hooking your fingers on his waist band.

“you remember don’t you? tap my thigh three times for me to stop” evan reminded him, regulus nodded and hummed in agreement, you and regulus made eye contact as you pulled his boxers down to his mid thigh.

“i love you” you mouthed to him, his face went a bit red before he mouthed it back.

evan smiled as you moved to straddle regulus. he leaned towards you, locking your lips with his for a few moments.

he pulled back, “are you ready?” he whispered softly.

“more than ready” you said, pressing one last kiss on his lips before sinking down onto regulus’ cock.

a sigh came from both of you, you hadn’t had him in so long and it just feels so right. regulus was covered in goosebumps, the feeling of you around him felt so good.

evan tapped regulus’ mouth with his cock. “open your mouth baby” he instructed. evan’s cock glided into regulus’ mouth smoothly, regulus was basically trained to take evan, you three just started and regulus was practically deep throating him.

regulus’ eyes closed and he moved one hand to evan’s thigh and the other to yours. you could see the outline of evan’s cock in regulus’ throat which made you wetter. you started moving your body up and down, trying to find the right spot where your clit would make contact with his pubic area.

“you’re doing so good reggie, being so good for us” you praised, your hand rested on his ribs and the other on the bed. evan could feel regulus whimper, the vibrations took some air from him.

“he really liked that” evan groaned out as he fucked regulus’ mouth faster. you could hear noises coming from regulus as he took evans cock, his nails digging into the skin of your thigh.

you threw your head back as you found the right spot, your clit dragging on his skin and his cock hitting your sweet spot. evan watched you, he missed you so much and was so relieved there was time for you three to be together, he didn’t care if you three just sat in silence, he just wanted to be with you and regulus.

“you’re so pretty darling” evan moaned, his hand grasping your neck gently, you smiled at him and leaned closer to him. your head was still a little tilted back and evan bent to meet you halfway. a sloppy kiss broke out between you two, you tried to keep up but with the friction on your clit it was getting harder to keep a clear head.

evan kept his thrusts at a good pace with a few stops in between so regulus could get a breath, he could feel every moan and whimper regulus produced.

you pulled at evans lip with your teeth teasingly.

“i love you” you whispered into the kiss and evan moaned it back.

you gasped when you felt regulus cum inside you, painting your insides with his cum. your cunt basically milked him, it started to run down out of you and onto the part of his shaft that was exposed and down his balls.

reggie was trembling, you could feel it. Now the knot in your stomach was getting tighter, regulus’ hand was gripping your thigh harsher.

you muttered cuss words as you tried to chase your climax, you were close, so close you could feel the beginning of it. you twisted the bed sheets in your fist as you tried to keep the friction on your sensitive clit up.

evan pressed his lips to your forehead, you watched evan’s dick move in regulus’ throat. you knew you were probably overstimulating reggie.

you clenched around his cock which made regulus whine.

you moaned as you clenched harder, you tried to keep moving as you came, trying to get as much stimulation as possible, your muscles tensed up and your abdomen trembled.

evan was soon to follow, his breathing getting quicker as he could barely stand any more stimulation from regulus. his cum shooting down regulus’ throat, he could feel regulus swallowing everything he gave him and once he was empty evan pulled out of regulus’ mouth.

Regulus took in a few deep breaths and coughed a few times. you gently laid on regulus, your head resting on his chest, his cock still in your cunt. regulus’ hand came to your back, tracing shapes on your skin.

“you took me so good reggie, i’m so proud of you baby” evan praised, leaning down to kiss regulus’ forehead.

you hummed in agreement with evan, “we’re both so proud of you” you added. regulus smiled and mumbled a ‘thank you,’ you felt evan place a hand on your head, ruffling your hair.

“you alright darling?” he asked, you smiled and nodded.

“just perfect” you responded.

[littledata]

@princington's amazing art brought me back to this fic so have a little extra for them.

There are many, many terrible things about dating Beatrice.

For example: she manages to wake up at six AM every single morning to go jogging and comes home looking sweaty and sexy while Ava is still dealing with bedhead. She's also organised to the point of insanity and remembers every important date, even the ones Ava didn't realise she knew (like the date she opened the coffee shop. They hadn't even met for fuck's sake), and manages to swoop in with a thoughtful gift or kind word to mark the occasion. Meanwhile, Ava is still scribbling DON'T FORGET DENTIST - TUESDAY?? on the back of her hand like a high schooler.

And if all of that wasn't horrible enough, even after almost a year of dating, Beatrice can still roll up the cuffs of her sleeves or adjust her glasses or recite some complicated piece of research, and Ava winds up hopelessly turned on in public on the regular.

It sucks, actually. Ava's life is awful.

None of that is the worst part of it though. The worst part of dating Beatrice, who is sexy and thoughtful and intelligent, is that she's fucking impossible to buy gifts for.

Beatrice doesn't actually want anything is half the problem. She reads a lot of books but she mostly checks them out from the university library. She drinks a lot of tea, but Ava runs a coffee shop. If her girlfriend wants tea, she has a store room full of it. Other than that, she mostly likes crosswords, the gym, her friends, and… well. Ava.

It's making planning for the first birthday Beatrice has had since they've been together exceptionally stressful. Particularly since Ava knows for a fact that Beatrice's parents believed in a "socks and school supplies" style of gift giving which, as far as she's concerned, barely even count.

"What are you getting Bea for her birthday?" she whispers conspiriatorially to Camila one Saturday afternoon in Mary and Shannon's back yard. Beatrice herself is bouncing the baby on her knee and debating some obscure scientific hypothesis - something about mold. Ava is surprised to find she actually has an opinion on the topic. Probably all those mold documentaries.

Camila snorts, "Have you just figured out she's impossible to buy for?"

"Yes," Ava stresses, "C'mon, what are you getting her? And if it's really good I'm stealing your idea."

"Oh no." Camila shakes her head, "It took me all year to think of something. You're on your own."

"Cam." Ava tries her best pleading, puppy dog eyes. They don't work nearly as well on Camila as they do on Beatrice.

"Ava." Camila pats her hand comiseratingly, "Just get her what every self-respecting lesbian wants for their birthday."

Ava frowns, "Power tools?"

Camila smirks, "Strap-on and lingerie."

So that conversation was entirely useless - mostly because Ava already owns more than enough of both those things and they sort of seem like a gift for both of them more than just Beatrice. And more than anything else, Ava wants her girlfriend to feel special. Like she's worth something great that's for her and only her.

Shannon is her next port of call. Ava corners her in the kitchen where she's refilling drinks and, probably pre-warned by Camila, looks entirely unsurprised to be accosted.

"We normally order some of the gross British candy she likes," Shannon informs her. "And before you even try it - she knows that's what we get her every year, so don't try and steal the idea."

Ava groans despondently, "I'm hitting a wall here. What the fuck do you buy for someone who doesn't actually want anything?"

Beatrice does always say that her best friend is unreasonably logical and practical in her advice. For the first time, Ava understands her plight when Shannon shrugs and says, "Have you tried asking her?"

With nothing else to do, Ava tries. Admittedly, she probably picks a bad time to do it: she's shirtless and sitting cross-legged on their bed while Beatrice massages lotion into the new tattoo on her shoulder. Bea's fingers are gentle and thorough and very, extremely distracting.

"Hey," Ava says a little breathlessly, her eyes closed, "What do you want for your birthday?"

Beatrice, because she is Beatrice, says, "You don't have to get me anything."

Typical. This is why dating her is so difficult. "Obviously I do," Ava points out. "For my birthday you took me to a theme park even though it's your idea of actual, literal hell." Bea had even bought and worn a t-shirt that said "I RODE THE BIG ONE". Camila has the photograph framed in her office.

"Not actual, literal hell," Beatrice argues, "I enjoyed that you had fun."

"There's really nothing you want?" Ava asks.

Disappointingly, Beatrice's fingers stop their movement and she puts a cap on the lotion, moving off the bed behind Ava. "Is this what you were whispering with Camila and Shannon about earlier?"

"Maybe. They weren't helpful."

Beatrice's smile is affectionate, "They never are." She leans in to kiss her, her hand landing on Ava's bare shoulder and skirting over her neck, "I'd like to spend my birthday with you. That's all."

Ava wraps her arms aroud her shoulders and sighs, "Dating you is the worst."

"Mm, awful," Beatrice agrees, kissing the corner of her mouth and then her jaw. "Shall we break up?"

"Yep." Ava turns her head to press their lips together again and uses her distraction to lie back, pulling Beatrice down on top of her. "We're over."

(On her birthday, they drink tea in bed and do a crossword puzzle with Ava's head on Beatrice's shoulder. Later, they wander through a museum eating wine gums and holding hands. At Shannon and Mary's place, Beatrice unwraps the cordless drill that Ava bought for her.

"Thank you," she says, "It's just what I wanted.")

(Ava saves the strap-on and lingerie for later.)

[bubbleddisasters]

(Can’t believe I’m writing my first ever x reader (kind of) this but the Self Aware Au is so interesting to me)

Code Escaping: Heartstabyl Edition.

(All Students (can be viewed as platonic or romantic, Orthos is strictly platonic though)

Gender Neutral Reader!

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After several attempts, and failures, they finally succeeded.

They got through

To your world.

What next? Try and Find you, Rush to your side first thing and try to casually explain that a video game character broke out of their code to see them?

Maybe set things up first? Comfy living, then an easy way to find you? Or go off clues from things you used to say or areas he saw behind you? Or did he get lucky and he’s two feet away?

Man, He should have checked the code for your location…..No time to lose!

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𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒍

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𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 🌹

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Truth be told, he got quite lucky.

A library is where he arrived, one he recognized as your hiding spot to study, or simply relax.

So, he found every tome he thought relevant on what he needed to know of the basics of your world, aswell as the one he last witnessed you study, and sat himself in the seat next to where you usually did, awaiting your arrival.

Was it timely? Perhaps, Perhaps not.

You’d been slightly (Very) annoyed that for some reason, none of your Riddle cards would show his appearance. The Chibi was no where to be seen, and your homescreen vacant of him.

So as you made your way to your spot, you nearly shrieked because either thats a damn good cosplay or Riddle Rosehearts was very casually reading the history textbook your teacher assigned while sitting four feet away from your usual spot.

Steel blue eyes scoped to check the noise, and sat up instantly.

“Just as I expected, you’d arrive here sooner or later. You certainly took your time, however.”

Before you could process the fact he sounded suspiciously like Ciel Phantomhive, he quite literally summoned a tea set. Out of thin air.

And was just staring. Most definitely waiting for you to sit down casually like he didn’t summon an entire china set with piping hot tea in a magicless world.

This was the real deal. Mommy Issues Supreme was now officially your problem. Good Luck.

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𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒚♣

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He remembered the name of the bakery down the street you visited.

As a joke, when you’d finished book one, you’d ordered a Strawberry Tart. He couldn’t exactly remember if you actually ate it, or gave it away, but it was funny, regardless.

Using Paint the Roses, he altered a napkin into a very nice resume, and he got a job there.

When Trey up and vanished from your homescreen, you’d gone to get a pastry to cheer yourself up. Not the best coping skill, but hey, it works.

It was pretty late, and it seemed they were closing up, so you planned to just be in and out, not wanting to make their job any harder.

The little bell rung as you entered, and the little alarms in your head went off when you arrived at the counter, and a-wait, why would someone cosplay at their job? Trey and working at a Bakery fit together, but…wait a second. Thats not a wig, and thats not contacts either.

If Ingame Trey was missing, and this guy looked exactly like him…..Nope, Not Possible.

Trying to play it casual , you ordered the usual and once you had it, sat down as you normally would.

But when you took a bite of your treat, it tasted like….Strawberry. Then Chestnut. What the hell.

You unintentionally had an odd staring contest with the current cashier, who then held out a scarily familiar pen, chuckling a bit as he placed it on the counter.

“Surprise.”

After making his way around the counter, he sat down on the other side of the table, doing his best to not freak you out too much.

“Yea, I know this might be a bit confusing, and It’s probably not easy to process all this, so take your time, and I’ll answer any questions you have.”

Great, because you had several.

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𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓♦

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Social Media Stalking but not Stalking was his forte.

The first thing he did was make pretty much every account he could on medias he knew you had. Like Tumblr.

He decided it would be way too freaky to just pop up out of nowhere, so as he was thinking and exploring, he took a few selfies and photoshoots here are there.

And WOW. They blew up. At first he thought it was the general math of Attractive Guy + Good Photos of him = Alot of Views. He had sorta kinda forgot other people knew about Twist until he noticed the flood of “Cater IRL” and “THE Cater Cosplay” comments. Which gave him an idea.

After the annoyance of all your Caters being lost in the code sauce, you messed around online until you accidentally pulled up a page with the greatest Cater Cosplay you had ever witnessed.

You had to do a double take when the follow button said “Follow Back”. You complied with the buttons wishes and followed them back.

After a while, you somehow ended up dming back and forth with him, and his strangely Cater coded texts. You also discovered that it apparently wasn’t a cosplay, and just his natural appearance was scarily similar to Caters..and his name was Cater, which was accidentally revealed by a Starbucks barista calling out after finishing making his drink while you were calling.

Part of you suspected that this could be the real Cater, with all the math adding up, and the other half of you called you a fucking idiot for that.

Little did you know the first one was exactly what Cater was hoping for.

With that, he managed to do some kinda social media stalking ( but not like, Rook Levels, DW) and found your general area based on area matching (TY Google Maps!) and nearly jumped for joy when he realized it was where he was too.

He subtly managed to sneak that in conversation, and set up a meetup between you two, a brunch and phone shopping. Weird Pick on the last one, but you decided not to judge.

The first thing he said when you arrived confused you, alot.

With a bright smile, he waved you over.

“Hey! Long Time no see!”

Ignoring the aggressive red flag in that statement with a simple “Maybe he meant since we called” as if you didn’t call him last night to plan this out, either way, you scooted in.

You two got so distracted chatting, at one point making up a game of fake gossiping the craziest things to see if anyone reacted, and for your own entertainment.

Because of that, your drink went warm, and as soon as you mentioned it, you got your answer to the “Where did my Caters go.” question.

Why? Because, as if this had happened before, he simply refroze it. Magically.

As you stared in pure awe and confusion, he grimaced upon the realization his cover was pretty much blown.

“Whoops…Lets just pretend that didn’t happen, and I’ll explain later, ‘Kay?”

You just had to pray nobody witnessed that, as Area 51 did definitely did not sound like Cay-Cays ideal Vacay.

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𝑨𝒄𝒆♥

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He thought it would be fucking HILARIOUS to prank you, as, unfortunately for you, he ended up in your house, only to find out you were asleep, which gave him the opportunity to PUA (Prank Upon Arrival)

For the next several hours of your waking life, Ace of Hearts playing cards of varying sizes would be infesting your house, or when you’d put something down and look away, there was either a card on it or it had been replaced by a card.

You were also robbed of leftovers you’d been saving, and a few snacks by this card demon.

After you left the house vacant (you fool), the Knave struck again, this time sneaking out and guessing your next move, heading off to a cafe because you needed caffeine after the card madness, until you had already ordered, and you had turned on Twist while waiting for your drink.

Quietly, he slid into the chair infront of you as you grumbled.

“He’s not on the homescreen either—Where the hell are all my Ace cards?”

Hehe, Infront of you. This is the best setup ever.

Leaning back on the chair, he couldn’t contain a grin as he faked obliviousness.

“I dunno. Maybe try looking around a lil’ more?”

Not paying much attention to who was talking to you in your moment of despair , you sighed, swiping back to the home screen.

“They’re not those kinds of cards.”

“Aren’t like, five of them card themed?”

“Four right now, since Ace has seemingly gone and fucked off to another dimension:”

“Yeaaa, about that. It was not as easy to do as you’re making it sound. Just saying.”

You looked up for a split second, then did a double take and nearly skyrocketed out of your chair, making indecipherable confusion noises while he laughed his ass off, totally soaking in the success of his perfect surprise you had unintentionally enabled.

While you stood frozen in shock, he simply grabbed your things, put them in your hand, S̶t̶o̶l̶e̶ grabbed your coffee, and whisked you out the door.

I pray for you, good luck dealing with him.

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𝑫𝒆𝒖𝒄𝒆♠

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Woke up in either your garage or kitchen, and was confused. Rightfully so.

Since he couldn’t really find you around, but at least recognized this as your house, he just waddled around more or less, fixing random things here and cleaning up there while trying to find clues to where you might be, or if he should just wait here.

He finally found a grocery list, which you had forgotten, and spent the next 10 minutes trying to find the nearest grocery store while unintentionally locking himself out of the house in the process, so made the genius decision to hope you were still at the grocery store and dashed over.

You’re doing great, dude.

Anywho, he got lucky, because in the middle of carrying off your shopping bags, your notification that your AP was full went off, and as you went to use it, you noticed a severe lack of Deuce on your homescreen.

This lead to sitting on a bench and getting distracted trying to figure out why the hell this glitch had only affected your Deuce cards, so you weren’t paying much attention when you heard a voice somewhat far off but close.

“Oh hey! There you are!”

Assuming it was for someone else, you continued trying to fix the “glitch”, then paused when you heard the voice from before right infront of you.

“Do you need help with carrying those bags?”

The words “I’m good, thanks.” died on your tongue when you looked up, only to be face to face with the guy you’d been suffering trying to figure out where he went for 20 minutes. Ingame. In a VIDEO GAME.

Internally, you practically short-circuited, after you panicked, he started panicking, and you both ended up in a weird confusion panic that had the energy of the spidermans pointing at eachother meme.

Great job! You have now acquired a German Shepard Golden Retriever mix in human form.

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Bonus :

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𝑪𝒉𝒆'𝒏𝒚𝒂⤵➟

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Unlike most of them, he had absolutely zero trouble hopping into your world.

However, instead of revealing himself right away, he decided to be the ghost of good deeds and mischief. And a random black cat you’d suspiciously find on your window sill demanding pets or cuddles.

Luckily transforming, flying, invisibility, and the rest of his magic ability seemed to work just fine.

Sometimes, you’d randomly find things placed in unusual places, spoons on the ceiling, for example, the paintings or pictures sometimes randomly taking on very funny faces, teacups and plates floating around at 2am, leaving you to assume it was a sleepy hallucination.

Other times you’d be aggravatingly trying to fix something, look away for one moment, and not only was it fixed, it looked almost brand new. Or you’d open the fridge or pantry, and notice the lack of food, then open it again, and i’d be filled to the brim.

You never noticed anything too strange on Twist itself however until you got bored one day, and decided to replay Heartstabyls chapters, only to realize Che’nya was…completely missing.

Out of sheer curiosity, you checked his Pomfieore Chapter appearance. Nothing. Gone.

Trying to see if it was just the WIFI connection, you moved rooms, only to see a blink of purple in the corner of your eye.

Lounging in the air by the window, tail swaying lazily, he peeked over, then grinned his signature grin.

“Nya-ice to meet you~”

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Yay! Thats all!!

Holy shit I can’t believe I wrote this, feel free to take me out (Date or Assassination I really don’t care)

Alright! I might do more but they might not be in dorm order, see ya!

[siconetribal]

Beyond the Bookshelves (4)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: When you want to read but the universe won't allow it, Loki is deep in the delulu and that's ok, Thor's golden retriever energy to Loki's prickly cat vibes, work stress, how to meet with royalty, tiny midgardian vs giant asgardians,

Summary: You’re a Resource Management Specialist at S.H.I.E.L.D. normally referred to as “The Librarian”. You’ve been assigned the nightmarish task of digitizing all the physical resources currently owned by the agency, with a few new computers and one extra helper.

A/N: The power of acetaminophen, water, proper food, and actual oxygen to my brain is what made this chapter possible! Thank you for patiently waiting, I hope you enjoy it!

Please comment/like/reblog. If you’d like to be tagged moving forward, please let me know! (If I missed ant tags, please let me know, I'll add you right away!)

The lovely banners used in this fic are from @cafekitsune.

If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters.

Agent Pruyn is not so fond of me, much like many of the others. The bird and spider were quick to support my plan, though. I was not expecting help from anyone, but I suppose they’re wise enough to see that I know my strengths and have proven myself to be an asset in more ways than one. Loki walked into the library as per usual, ready to welcome the silent comfort it would bring. Sadly, that silence was not to be had with the sound of not one, but two voices. It’s that blasted chatty Captain Star. He is bound to try to strike up conversation again and ask unnecessary questions pertaining to how I feel and how I am adjusting. Loki quickly looked around for a potential escape route that would avoid meeting him and get him quickly to his usual corner. He knew he could easily teleport himself from one spot to the next. However, he already had been given an earful by said star-spangled leader about how it was ‘rude to vanish in the middle of a conversation’ and how ‘he should minimize his magic use to me more approachable’. To avoid a repeat of that, Loki simply avoided using it whenever Captain Lectures was not around.

It was the second voice that surprised him. A familiar voice that reminded him of a subtle force and scattered papers. The very same voice that said the owner thought he was a mute for never speaking to her. Which is utterly preposterous. I have spoken plenty of times between invading the Earth, addressing the public, and working with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers. It’s not as if she’s gone out of her way to greet me either, where would she even begin to conceive such a notion on her own? He frowned, trying to recall all the times he had been to the library. She only ever interacted with him in a professional capacity. Watching the two walk in the opposite direction of his intended destination, he breathed a small sigh of relief and quickly made his way to the table that always had a book waiting for him to read. The Metal-Man’s technology is quite fascinating. He marveled at the new book that awaited his arrival. Picking it up, he sat back into the plush seating and began to read.

At least, he tried to read. The loud voices of the other two kept interrupting, and he was unable to properly get into the mindset of losing himself in the text. Each time he thought they were done, it seemed to start back up, which irked him. The first two times were mere chance, but for it to happen repeatedly had to be intentional. The only problem was proof. They could not see him, nor could he see them. 

You are overthinking, Loki. It’s because of that petty agent that you’re now thinking everyone is out to trouble you. You’ve never had trouble in the library before, why would it start now? If anything, that woman’s chatter is keeping Commander Shield busy and away from you. It’s a blessing in disguise. He reminded himself. He listened to the two prattle on for a little longer, not really paying the content any mind; he simply was waiting for the conversation to end so he could peacefully begin to read. And just it did, he wiggled back into his seat and opened the book once more. He snapped it shut and sat up in his seat. She is the librarian?! “That woman is the one Agent Hill was referring? Why would they assume I’m acquainted with someone like her? We’ve hardly ever spoken to one another, but clearly that is not my fault. She’s perfectly chatty with Officer Gabby over there.” He muttered to himself. There was a slight sting in his chest at this fact. Even in his sanctuary, he was facing prejudice. Why should her lack of conversing with me matter otherwise? Thor has the ability of AllSpeak, he can assist her. I have my mission to attend to, tomo-, he frowned. His mission was postponed while Thor was still set to go. That meant that he was the only available translator. “No matter, she is to approach us first, as per Agent Hill. Why should I go out my way for her when she has done little for me?” He continued to grumble to himself, propping an elbow on one of the arms of the chair and resting his cheek into the hand as he resumed the book once more.

The chime of his phone was the one to shatter the moment this time around. He closed the book once more and returned to the table. Taking a few deep breaths, he pulled the horrid device from his pocket and glared at it.

How anyone finds having such a thing with you at all times as practical or essential is beyond me. It’s a metal leash where anyone and everyone can disturb you at their whim without a care of whether you are available to be bothered. Though he found the various things it could do fascinating, in the end it was still a means to dealing with people around the clock, and he disliked the idea greatly. The device lit up and chimed again, as if it knew he was looking at it. Frustrated, he tapped the screen awake and used his fingerprint to unlock it. Now where are these notifications, again, ah, yes, up here! He carefully navigated his way towards an email thread which looked to be between himself, Thor, Agent Hill, and Director Fury in reference to the translation project. “So she isn’t as scatterbrained as she seemed. She looked into our schedules to make sure we had time to meet and made it a time both could be present instead of having multiple meetings.” He mumbled. He scrolled lower to see Thor’s reply, agreeing to the time. Loki quickly responded as well, agreeing as well, but also requesting where she intended for them to meet. Satisfied, he tossed the phone lightly onto the table and picked up the book once more. Now everything was set and he could finally read in peace.

Y/N was surprised to see a response from either of the princes so soon, but was all the more grateful for it since their meeting was last minute. Leaning back in her computer chair, it tilted back silently, as she swiveled side-to-side The location to meet had to be easier for them to reach and still make it to their next appointments.

The cafeteria will be pretty busy around then and to head up to their lounge area is a bit much. Plus, the Avengers might be there, and I don’t want to impede on their downtime by talking about work things. They might have too many questions or the topic might get lost through distraction. I can’t really leave the library for too long, either. The daily meetings are one thing, but trying to get to some place and back would be a waste of time. I suppose the only proper place would be here at the library. I can close it for about thirty or so minutes for my lunch. She hummed to herself, trying to see if this was a beneficial spot for everyone. “Loki already comes here, so I doubt he’ll be against it. Thor has been here from time to time as well, so he’s not completely unaware of this location. The training hall is not too far from here either, so neither of them will be late for that. Alright, sounds good!” She sat up in her seat, the chair springing up and rolling forward into her desk. She quickly sent out the reply of time and location, with a small sign-off stating that she looked forward to speaking with them. Now that that’s done, one teensy weensy problem, how do I talk to alien princes?! Royal etiquette training was not including in my onboarding training! “And one of them hates me, so the brother is obviously going to hate me by defaults, right? Sibling solidarity and all that good stuff?” She lightly slammed her head on to her desk. “I didn’t expect ‘hated by alien princes’ on this year’s bingo card, let alone checking it off!” She let out a heavy sigh of defeat. “It won’t be that bad, right?”

It was that bad. It was straight up awkward from the moment the two of them walked into the library, together. Both were tall, handsome, and very intimidating in their own ways. She knew all this, and yet seeing them together made her feel like a Lilliputian in front of not one, but two, Gullivers!

“Thank you for coming on such short notice, please, let’s take a seat over here.” She pointed towards some tables to her right and led them over. She motioned for them to take their seats and waited for them to sit before taking her own seat. Those of higher status are usually seated first, I’m sure this will help ease the tension, right? “Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Y/N Y/LN. I am the director of the Resource Management department of S.H.I.E.L.D. As per my email, I’ve asked for your time to discuss how to best work together on the task of translation.” See, you got this! Play it cool, like any other board of directors meeting!

“Yes, Agent Hill spoke with us about this matter. We would love to be of assistance to you in any way we can.” Thor smiled, the brightness comforting Y/N to feel less tense. He certainly had the charisma to be a well liked leader, if his smile was enough to ease up the tension. “But as you’re aware, we are Avengers and are sent off on missions globally for many days at a time.”

“Yes, I am aware, and I can’t thank you enough for allotting some of your free time to assist me in this matter. The archives are one of the greatest things we have. There are texts here from all around the universe that are still unknown to many of our agents. The goal is to have all of them scanned into digital copies and have translated copies as well to allow easier access between all of our locations and even allow access to the Avengers while on their missions. It’s a very difficult task that requires many people, but S.H.I.E.L.D. does not have the means to hire so many for such a task and risk someone leaking the information, nor can it sacrifice the agents on staff who are needed for the missions and risk the safety of the people because they pulled people. I, and my department, along with your help, will be working on this task.”

“We are both due to depart by week’s end, but once we return, we will gladly assist you, right  brother?” Thor turned to Loki, who had been silent throughout this entire time.

I’m guessing Mr. Thor doesn’t hate me? But Mr. Loki clearly does? What did I do to be hated by him?! Did I step on his foot one time, or maybe I whacked him with a book unknowingly? I would’ve definitely noticed if I hit someone like that, right?! She racked her brain for any inkling of a clue as to why she was disliked so much by the younger prince. Is it because I called him mister? Is that not okay? I mean, I don’t see anyone else calling him ‘His Highness’ or ‘His Grace’ or ‘Lord’. Oh no, did I call him that one time and did he think I was mocking him?!

 His blue eyes were trained on the Librarian the entire time. She was poised and cordial, nothing like the rushing mess he encountered days ago. She was articulate, but she was nervous. Though her face gave away nothing, her fingers were interlaced tightly with one another. There was a slight tremble in them. Thor was happily giving away his blessings and promises, while Loki was not sure, not yet. Though, the promise of secret text was rather enticing. He wondered if they had anything from the other realms.

“I am no longer due to depart, my mission has been temporarily suspended.” The words came out before the younger prince realized. Why was he given such unnecessary information? He had no intention of being roped into this useless charity work. His eyes narrowed at the genuine surprise on the Librarian, who looked hopeful, too hopeful.

“That is rare, were there complications?” Thor frowned.

“It’s not something to discuss in present company.” Loki cut the conversation short, seeing her flinch at the sharp words.

“You’re right, it’s not wise to speak so freely about such information with unauthorized people.” She readily agreed. “But if you’re no longer due to leave, would you be willing to work with me on setting up a plan on how to best work with your ability?”

“Very well,” he sighed. “We can coordinate a time for here. Perhaps later today after my training.”

“Excellent,” Thor grinned and roughly smacked Loki on the back, earning a scowl from his younger brother. “You may not know this, but my brother is one of the greatest strategists in the nine realms! He is well-educated and far more scholarly than myself. He is the best person to work with on creating a plan, and I will follow along with what you’ve decided. I will do my best to keep up with him and not drag you down.”

“You will be just as helpful, Mr. Thor. You are able to translate like he is, which is exactly what we need.” Y/N was quick to assure his easily excitable brother, earning an eye roll from the raven haired younger prince.

“Please, Director Y/LN, call us by our names. We are the ones who will be under your care throughout this undertaking. There is no need for such formalities between us.” Loki stared at his brother as he completely lost his mind.

How are we under her care if she needs us? She should be respectful of us taking the time to assist her in something the organization as a whole deems to be of the least importance! 

“You don’t need to call me by title when it’s just us. Y/N or Y/LN is fine. Some just call me ‘Librarian’ as well. In official meetings with other directors you’ll need to abide by rules, but between us, I’m not all that strict with it. I mean, you’re the ones doing the dangerous work. I think that alone deserves respect.” Her words stunned Loki.

“Even me?” The words slipped from his lips in a low whisper. She turned to face him with a questioning look, but he made no attempt to repeat or clarify himself. “Very well, Librarian. I will return some time after my training session. We can discuss more than.” Loki stood from his seat and quickly left the room. It was getting too chummy, and he was not comfortable with it.

"My apologies, Y/LN. He’s not the most easy to get along with at first, but he really is one of the best.” Thor slowly stood from his seat, while Y/N watched Loki disappear behind the door. She quickly tore her gaze away and looked up at Thor.

“Why are you apologizing? He didn’t do anything wrong. I was going to end the meeting anyway, since it’s about time you both left for your training sessions.” She raised an eyebrow at how quick Thor was to apologize and try to assuage her. He’s trying to help Loki fit in, but if he’s always apologizing, that’s not helpful. But then again, I’ve never really interacted with either of them. I’ll wait before I say anything. This could be a one time thing. She stood from her chair and extended a hand to the stunned God of Thunder. “I look forward to working with both of you.” She smiled and he happily to her hand in his, kissing the back of it.

“We are in your care.” He smiled and left a surprised and slightly flushed Y/N.

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Post-Constant AU Masterpost: What happened to each survivor after they left the Constant?

If you're falling by parachutes here, this is an AU (Alternative Universe) elaborated by me and very biased, imagining what would happen to each survivor after they leave the Constant, so none of this is canon (but I wish it would be). I made this also to give context to some of my comics.

Context: This all happens when they reach the Ancient Gateway and it brings them back to Earth, all of them ended up at the same place, somewhere on the United States... And they have to return home. 6 years have passed since the last survivor mysteriously disappeared (reminder that the survivors probably got abducted at different times), around 1926~1930.

By the way, I will be considering DST survivors only (except Wilba) since the DLCs barely have lore about them, I find it hard to elaborate.

After you read, feel free to send an ask if you have any suggestions or critic!

For each survivor:

Starting by survivors who stayed at the Constant:

Wurt - She stays at the Constant to create her Merm empire that she dreamed about.

Wilba - In her thirst for adventure she always had, she ends up finding the way for the main land in Constant (the one the survivors were at), and (unfortunately for her), the place that the Merms rules. She eventually became friends with Wurt and they created an alliance between Pigs and Merms.

Wortox - Wortox actually occasionally jumps between the two worlds. He sometimes checks on Wurt, and sometimes go to Earth to bother and prank other survivors.

Wagstaff - ███ ███ ███ █████ ███ ███████ ███ ██ ████ ████

Characters who left the Constant (I will leave Max and Wes for last because they're the ones who I elaborated the most, I wonder why.)

Wilson, WX and Wormwood - Wilson returns to his lab and returns to his scientific experiments, trying to keep away from forbidden knowledge (he has learned his lesson). He keeps WX and Wormwood with him, to keep them out of trouble, as the world is not yet ready to meet a talking plant, and he keeps WX from taking over the world. With the help of both, but most especially the leftover knowledge from Woodrow, he becomes a successful scientist, he reforms his old lab to make it an actual home.

Warly - Warly returns to his Maman, who is now cured of her dementia, thanks to Maxwell. (See here: Link) He goes back into being a successful chef in France, moving with his mom.

Wickerbottom and Wanda - Wickerbottom returns to her home, and tries to rebuild her library with the knowledge she acquired from the books (without the forbidden knowledge). Wanda gets cured of her constantly age problem, and no longer needs to use her clocks, she is currently around the same age as Wickerbottom, and has to get used to age normally. She occasionally helps Wickerbottom with her books, which is kind of a boring job, but it's fine because she doesn't need to rush anymore.

Wolfgang and Woodie - I didn't elaborate much on these two, basically, Wolfgang goes back to being a strongman, and Woodie goes back to his home with his lumberjack job, he now has control over his curse, and only uses it when it's convenient.

Walter - Walter returns to his mom and officially adopts Woby (they don't have Monster Meat anymore so Woby is just a regular dog), back to his badge collecting! Walter sometimes visits Webber and he loves it because there's so many bugs.

Webber - Speaking of Webber, he's back to his mom and dad. His dad actually likes his new form, because he loves bugs (or arthropods, to be exact). He helps his dad eventually, as he can communicate with regular spiders, which helps his dad to study them better. As Webber grows up, he takes his father's office and becomes an entomologist, specialized in spiders.

Wendy - Wendy goes back to her dad, but unfortunately, she no longer has Abigail. Jack and Wendy are more united than ever, since they're the last family they have. (I will elaborate more on Maxwell's session).

Wigfrid - As Wigfrid's saga is over, the actress goes back to being a star, she wants to expand on her roles a bit.

Willow - Willow goes to live with Wigfrid, but Wigfrid's personality is very different from her actress, Willow feels like she's living with a stranger, instead of the girl she fell in love with. (See here: Link) She eventually moves from Wigfrid and re-meets Charlie. (See here: Link)

Winona - Winona goes back to her home now that she finally found her sister. She works now on a different company, since Voxola has gone bankrupt without Wagstaff, she's basically the CEO (and she hired Genny).

Charlie - Charlie is no longer the Shadow Queen, she now travels and explores the world like she always wished. She occasionally visits her sister to not leave her worried. She still has some sequels of her time as shadow queen...

Maxwell and Wes - After they left the Constant, Maxwell takes Wendy back to her dad, because he was her only family at the time. Maxwell brought Wendy back to Jack, and he welcomed them both happily, Wendy and Maxwell decided to not give too much details on what happened, and Jack decided he didn't want to know either, at least not at that moment, he was just happy to have his family back. Wes didn't go with Maxwell, due to some conflict after he found out Maxwell was working with Charlie during their last days in Constant. Maxwell was also conflicted internally, because he couldn't decide if he wanted to go back to Charlie, or stay with Wes. After a conversation with Charlie, he decided that their relationship could not work anymore after all that happened, and after they realize they don’t feel anything romantic for each other, Maxwell searches for Wes. Wes is back in France, he was having trouble to make a living after his room was sold during his absence, he had to find another job that is not a street performer, Warly helped him to get a job in the restaurant he works on, but he didn't have much luck due to his speech impediment. Wes was miserable, poor, and heartbroken. Maxwell knocks on his door one day, and they have a chat (mostly Maxwell does the talk, duh), and they make amends, and go back to being in a relationship after they accept they really love each other, and that they want their relationship to be more than an emotional-dependent mess. Maxwell brings Wes to live with him and his brother, but he decides it's best to move out with Wes and get their own home, since his presence was making Wendy feel bad (despite their collaboration in the Constant, Wendy can't help but to feel a bit of a grudge against him).

That's it for all, I think I'm not forgetting anyone, sorry if I forget your fav! And sorry for having too vague stories about Woodie, Wolfgang and Walter, they are characters who don't have their lore explored too much and they are characters I barely play as, despite the fact I like their characters very much, so I had a bit of trouble elaboraring stuff for them. There's also a few things I have to decided about Wilson's career, but I'm keeping the fact that he adopts WX and Wormwood LOL

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Edible Arrangements Masterlist ‖ vampire!Midoriya Izuku/Reader

Navi ‖ FAQ/Rules ‖ About ‖ Master Masterlist ‖ read this fic on ao3

status: completed!

summary: In a fit of financial desperation, you turn to the internet to find yourself a sugar daddy. Izuku Midoriya is far from the respondent you expected, but you find that you like this arrangement much, much better. (vampire!sugar daddy!Izuku x human!college student!reader)

warnings and tags: Blood, biting, swearing, mild angst, frequent mentions of organ trafficking, brief religious/christian undertones, panic attacks, alcohol use (not underaged), some sexual content, seriously why does organ trafficking come up so often I swear I’m a normal human being, vampire hunters and their feelings towards vampires

mainline EA

🩸First Bite: (Blood) Sugar Daddy ‖ After some time of talking, you meet your prospective sugar daddy in person. He’s not what you’d expect, not by a long shot—he’s so much better.

🩸Second Bite: Move-in Day ‖ After a week of packing and dealing with your old landlord, you move in to Izuku’s house, explore a bit, and then go out for coffee with a friend.

🩸Third Bite: Libraries ‖ Your search for information turns up two checked-out books and a campus occult club that meets every Tuesday. You spend some time organizing Izuku’s library and also scaring the shit out of your roommate.

🩸Fourth Bite: Hunting ‖ In your hunt for information, you attend a meeting of the campus occult club. You meet some people there you’d rather not meet a second time.

🩸Fifth Bite: Lunchin’ ‖ You go to your monthly lunch date with your three closest friends. They’re just a little bit concerned about your new roommate.

🩸Sixth Bite: Meet the Parents ‖ The day of the dinner party arrives. Izuku tries his best to make a good impression, while you try your best to convince your friends to give him a chance.

🩸Seventh Bite: Afterparty ‖ After the dinner party, you and Izuku cope separately, together.

🩸Eighth Bite: New Information ‖ You have a lunch date with Tenya to discuss Friday’s dinner. Today is not a good day.

🩸Ninth Bite: Shopping ‖ You cool down from your shitty day with a much-needed distraction.

🩸Tenth Bite: Taking Notes ‖ You study, sleep, avoid questions, and at the end of the week, finally actually meet with Hitoshi to work on the group project.

🩸Eleventh Bite: Doors ‖ You search for the missing book in Izuku’s library. If anything else happens, you can’t say.

🩸Twelfth Bite: The Weekend ‖ Days pass. Izuku begins acting weird, and you try not to act weird, yourself.

🩸Thirteenth Bite: Exploration #1 ‖ You complete draft one of the project, explore a suspicious place, and harass Hitoshi with all this sweet new information you learned about serial killers instead of working on said project.

🩸Fourteenth Bite: Rumbling ‖ The natural conclusion of the knowledge you’ve gained.

🩸Fifteenth Bite: Knots ‖ You wake up with a very large housecat on top of you. Business as usual. Later, you have an unprompted lunch date.

🩸Sixteenth Bite: Smash ‖ Hitoshi comes over to work on the presentation. It devolves.

🩸Seventeenth Bite: A Talk with Tenya ‖ It’s once again time for lunch with your friends. You have an argument to smooth over first, though.

🩸Eighteenth Bite: Aid ‖ Izuku picks up the pieces.

🩸Nineteenth Bite: Habit ‖ Night falls. Three times makes a habit. There’s only one bed.

🩸Twentieth Bite: Friendship ‖ Tsuyu and Mina pay the Midoriya household a visit for updates on Tenya’s condition.

🩸Twenty-First Bite: Unraveling ‖ Tsuyu and Mina learn some things. Izuku learns some things. [REDACTED] learns some things.

🩸Twenty-Second Bite: Awakening ‖ Everyone’s awake now. The dust has to settle eventually.

🩸Twenty-Third Bite: Working on It ‖ After several days of recovery, you finally return to classes and confront your problems head-on. Also, you get asked on a date.

🩸Twenty-Fourth Bite: The Halloween Episode ‖ You force yourself through the rest of your meeting with Neito and lay out ground rules. After that, a dinner date for the best Halloween of your life.

🩸Twenty-Fifth Bite: Apology Fruit ‖ After a saved date, you and Izuku return home, where he pops the question he’s been toying with for a while. Preparations and work ensue.

🩸Twenty-Sixth Bite: Vampire Kitten ‖ You and Izuku acclimate Sbeve to the house. The day of presenting finally arrives, and then you work on your OTHER group project.

🩸Twenty-Seventh Bite: Friendsgiving ‖ It’s nearly Friendsgiving! You finalize your project with Neito and have a good time with your friends.

🩸Twenty-Eighth Bite: That Night ‖ You and Izuku share a relaxing night after your friends go home.

🩸Twenty-Ninth Bite: Anchor ‖ Winter break begins. You and Izuku spiral separately together.

🩸Thirtieth Bite: New Year, New You ‖ You host a New Year’s Eve party for friends and foes alike, and ring in the new year the only way that matters.

🩸Thirty-First Bite: January ‖ January flies by as you begin a new semester. Izuku falls deeper and deeper. You begin to fear you may never pull him out

🩸Thirty-Second Bite: Genres ‖ Life isn’t just the romance genre.

🩸Thirty-Third Bite: Recovering ‖ Neito attends his first therapy appointment. You head out with Tenya to cope.

🩸Thirty-Fourth Bite: Heist ‖ Fuck yeah axe throwing and heists!

🩸Thirty-Fifth Bite: Safety ‖ You wake up in the hospital.

🩸36 ‖ [name] finds somewhere to stay. The world moves on.

🩸37 ‖ Some pieces are picked up. Some are put back together. Some fall back apart.

🩸38 ‖ Izuku’s nightmare scenario, and the silver lining. For just a moment, he catches a glimpse of you among the despondency. 

🩸Thirty-Ninth Bite: Snap ‖ You’re making amazing strides. So is the hunt.

🩸Fortieth Bite: Polycephaly ‖ You remember everything now.

🩸The Final Bite: Thirst ‖ You wake up.

spinoffs and extras

🩸Almost Wet ‖ Izuku doesn’t sleep often, but when he does, it’s not uncommon for him to dream, and dream vividly. ‖ smut

🩸EA!Izuku waking up next to you ‖ Drabble of an early morning holding each other close. ‖ fluff

🩸Enemy Spotted ‖ In which you have a pen with a built-in laser pointer. ‖ crack

🩸He wakes up in your arms ‖ Short alternate POV drabble for Fifteenth Bite. ‖ fluff

🩸Legs Spreadable Arrangements ‖ You dream sometimes, too. Tonight, you dream of Izuku. ‖ smut

🩸Vampzuku and a reader with periods ‖ small snippet regarding how our favorite Broccula would act around the reader when they have a period

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Stardew valley 12 to 20 Headcanons! part 11 ~ Penny!

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📖12 heart event: You run into penny in town and she asks you if you'd like to spend some time with her at the library. The two of you find a table and sit down quietly. The two of you sit there for a while. Penny gets up to get a new book, then you a little while later. She thanks you for coming in and hopes she isn't taking up too much of your time. (nah it's fine/ i like spending time with you, this is actually really nice.) Penny is happy to hear you say that. She gets up when she sees something fall over. She tries to put it back up but struggles to do so. You get up to help her, assisting her in putting up the book on a high up shelf. Your hands graze her hands and she does the same back. Penny says she's glad you came into the library today.

📖14 heart event: You see Pam in town she says Hi to you and you two start a conversation. She ends up saying that Penny has looked a little bit more stressed out than normal. You feel bad for her and then get an idea. You see Penny later that day and say hello, Pam was right, she does look a little stressed. You ask her how her day has been. She says she's fine but a little tired. (I have a surprise for you, would you mind coming to my farm in the evening/ I planned a date for us!) Either way she's surprised and happy you planned something out for the two of you. She shows up at seven and the two of you have a nice candle lit dinner and sit under a tree and read a book together. She falls asleep pretty quickly but you're glad she's here and sleeping comfortably.

📖16 heart event: The player stops by the saloon, penny is looking for her mom. She sees you and while she is happy to see you but she also looks worried. (are you ok?/Is something wrong.) She tells you that she's been looking for her mom and figures she's in the saloon. But she, penny, doesn't like going to the saloon because of the beers and wines in there. (I'm sure she's alright/ did you want me to go in and look for her). If you don't offer to go in and look she takes your word for it and heads over to the library. If you do offer to go and look she is surprised but thankful. You head into the Saloon and find pam at her usually spot at the bar. She's passed out, you're lucky Penny isn't here to see this. You go over and check on pam to see if she's alright. Gus walks in, happy to see you, he offers to take your order. You decline and say that you're here to check on pam for penny. "ah." he says, he says that Pam passed out a few hours ago. She'd came in drinking a few hours earlier than normal. He's worried about her drinking problem. He tells you about how penny doesn't like coming in here and he's kind of glad she isn't. Suddenly pam stirs from her drunken sleep. Complaining about her head, she asks what the two of you are talking about. Gus plays it off and says they were just talking. But the farmer goes up to pam. (penny is really worried about you/ you drink too much pam, it's upsetting penny.) either way she says she's fine and that she can drink if she wants to. Gus and the farmer both sigh. Gus goes back to work. Before the farmer leaves they turn around and say (you should consider drinking less, for penny) then leaves. Pam kind of brushes it off at first but then gets sad. She wants to be good for her daughter but she's not sure how.

📖18 heart event: (this event consists of two parts.) part 1: you find penny near the library on the bridge, she seems to be dazing off. You get her attention and she's happy to see you but seems a bit sad. (how's your day been/what's wrong? Something happen?) At first she says she's fine but afterwards her expressions changes. She mentions that she is worried about her mom still. She's tried talking to her about it but can't get a word in edgewise and feels like she's too shy to say anything. (do you want me to talk to her?/ Anyway I can help?) She admits she's not sure and doesn't want to pressure you to do anything. Later on in the day you go into the saloon, wondering if pam is in there. You go in, she is. (a :/ emoji appears above the player's head) Gus sees you and Shane is also there, Gus welcomes you in and asks if you'd like anything to eat or drink. You decline, asking where pam is. Gus says she's in her usual spot. You go over to pam. (poke her/ wake her nicely) either way pam wakes up. She wonder's what you're doing here. You ask her if she's ever considered doing counseling for her drinking. She gets upset. Asking why you thought you'd be able to tell her what to do. (penny is really worried about you, she's afraid she'll loose you./do it for penny, she loves you and she wants you to be healthy) pam get's sad, not saying anything at first. She says that if she would have already if she could. But every day she feels like she's wasted her life. She mentions her want to be a pilot when she was younger and didn't do it. She doesn't think she's every going to be able to do this either. She says that she's never able to do anything in her life. Gus chimes in he's sad for pam, they've known each other for years now. (you didn't fail at all/ you had penny and she's wonderful.) No matter what you say the conversation switches over to penny. She says that penny is the only thing good that happened in her life. (could you try for penny?/Could you give it a shot for your daughter?) She's quiet for a bit and says she's not sure, but for penny she wants to try. She orders something from Gus, a juice she likes and not a beer. part 2: penny shows up at your door in the evening she asks you if you talked to her mom about her drinking. You say yes, she says nothing at first but then gets a little sad. She says she's shocked that you were able to talk her out of drinking, she's been trying to do it for so many years and you were able to get her to stop in just one day. (she did it for you/i just gave her the push she needed) she's grateful that you helped her and she hopes that she'll do a lot better down the line from now on. She gives you a hug and asks you if you'd like to meet up later in the forest. You agree, happy. You meet up later in the forest, the two of you have a date in the woods and happily have drinks while watching the sunset.

~ Marriage~

📖20 Heart Event: Same as Penny's 14 heart event, the room decorating event.

I'm so glad to be (almost) done with this! I've been putting off other headcannon-y stuff so I can finish this one. Now I can get to them!

All the posts for SDV 12 to 20 headcanons! : )

Elliott🪶 // Sam🎸 // Sebastian🐸 // Alex🏈 // Shane🐔 // Harvey🛩️

Maru🤖 // Haley🌻 // Leah🌿 // Abigail⚔️ // Penny!📖 // Emily 🧵

Thanks so much for reading~!

Emily is next!

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The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet by Becky Chambers

I'm gonna try and use my tumblr as a book journal. Wish me luck buckaroos.

I finished The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers yesterday. It was my second time checking it out from the library. I had checked it out before, but had to give it back before I finished it.

I'm not a stranger to Becky Chambers. I read the Monk & Robot series and absolutely loved it and then read her novella To Be Taught, If Fortunate a few months ago. She's steadily becoming one of my favorite authors, so I'm definitely biased when it comes to her books, so I guess keep that in mind.

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet is a story that will feel familiar if you enjoyed Firefly. A group of misfits, only some of whom are human, travel aboard a cobbled together spaceship from one side of the galaxy to another. We go along with them on family dinner dates and tense hostage negotiations alike. It's a story about found family, and surviving and thriving in otherwise unlivable conditions, and about adventure, of course.

I'll start with my likes, which were many. This is both a setting and character heavy book. It's hard to chose which I liked more or which were more important. It's unusual to find a book that balances them so evenly. The characters are all really varied, but also nuanced. And, not just in their species or physical appearance or races or genders or sexual orientations, although they are varied in that way for sure. But, they also feel like real, nuanced people with strong personalities and differences and biases and beliefs. But the setting is just as rich and well crafted. As our crew travels across the galaxy we meet a wide variety of alien species, all with their own way of communication, their own unique cultures and beliefs, and fascinating and unique physiologies. This is definitely an alien heavy setting and the aliens really FEEL alien, which I loved. There are politics and infighting and resource issues, but it feels real because our crew isn't being asked to solve any of their problems. They're just normal people trying to navigate dangerous waters.

I'm definitely a character reader first, but man this setting really made me question whether that was true.

The downsides are that if you're a plot reader, this book may disappoint you. I've heard people say it feels like it just meanders around, which I can understand. There is a driving plot, but it's basically just a frame. The ship and crew must get from point A to point B and most of the actual content happens in the in between. Also, the book sort of just ends. Something really heavy happens at the end and our crew is left shaken but resilient. I'd love to see how they recover from the ending of this book, but it's my understanding that the second book doesn't follow them but another smaller character that shows up right at the end.

All that being said, I really really REALLY loved this book and I am 100% down to read the rest of them. I highly recommend it to scifi fans who are okay with a character heavy story.

[okasuka]

hb x uhhhh x-23 type reader

“Claws & Horns”

The B.P.R.D. headquarters was never truly silent, but the library was as close as it got. Fluorescent lights hummed softly above as the pages of ancient texts turned in Abe Sapien’s careful hands. Across from him, you sat in your usual spot—legs up on the chair, arms crossed, and your eyes fixed on the open book in front of you. You weren’t reading it, though. You were just listening.

“We might be looking at a pre-Olmec origin,” Abe said, his voice as steady as always. “The carvings suggest something older than the recorded timeline.”

“Older usually means worse,” you muttered, flipping a page you hadn’t actually read. “So what are we dealing with? A god? A cryptid? Some demon asshole?”

“Possibly all three,” Abe mused, setting down the book. “But—”

THUD.

The library doors swung open hard enough to shake the shelves. You didn’t flinch, but your fingers flexed out of habit. Abe just sighed.

“Speak of the demon asshole,” you said, closing your book.

Hellboy grinned as he strolled in, a half-smoked cigar hanging from his lips. “Oh, sweetheart, you flatter me.”

You rolled your eyes. Abe was already adjusting his notes, preparing for the inevitable derailment of the conversation.

“Whatcha nerds talkin’ about?” Hellboy asked, leaning against the table.

“Something you wouldn’t read even if it was printed on a beer label,” you said dryly.

“Ouch,” Hellboy chuckled. “That’s no way to talk to your favorite guy.”

You arched a brow. “Who said you were my favorite?”

“C’mon, Wolverine, don’t break my heart like that,” he teased, placing a dramatic hand over his chest. “I’ll start thinkin’ you don’t like me.”

“I don’t,” you deadpanned.

Abe let out a quiet sigh and returned to his book.

Hellboy smirked, undeterred. “You wound me, kid.”

“I’m not a kid.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Big scary claws, the whole ‘living weapon’ package,” he said, waving a hand. “Still cute, though.”

Your expression didn’t change, but you felt your face heat slightly. You hated that. Hellboy loved it.

“You got a reason for being here, or did you just come to annoy me?” you asked, shifting in your seat.

“Little of both,” he admitted. “But mostly? I missed you.”

Abe turned the page without looking up. “Please take this somewhere else.”

Hellboy grinned. “What, and leave you all alone? Nah. Besides—” He turned back to you, tapping his cigar. “I think we should spend some quality time together. Maybe go out, hit up a bar, punch something evil. Y’know, normal date stuff.”

“Not a date,” you said immediately.

“But you didn’t say no to punchin’ something,” he pointed out, grinning wider.

You exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to pop your claws just to make a point. He was insufferable. Annoying. Loud. Cocky.

And, somehow, a little charming.

Abe cleared his throat. “If you two are done, I’d like to return to deciphering this text before something explodes.”

Hellboy shrugged. “Fine, fine. But she owes me a sparring match later.”

“I don’t owe you anything,” you said.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you in the ring, sweetheart.”

He winked, then turned on his heel and walked off, whistling to himself.

You stared after him for a beat before turning back to Abe. “I hate him.”

Abe didn’t even look up. “No, you don’t.”

You scowled. “Shut up.”

He turned a page. “Mm-hmm.”

You exhaled sharply and flipped your book back open, pretending to read. But your mind was already elsewhere.

Damn him.

“Claws & Horns” (Part 2)

The mission briefing was about as interesting as you’d expected: some ancient thing waking up in some ancient ruin, causing ancient problems. The B.P.R.D. had been picking up strange readings for weeks—enough to send you, Hellboy, and Abe out to check it out.

You adjusted the straps on your tactical vest as the transport rumbled beneath you. Across from you, Hellboy was reloading his gun, that damn cigar still clamped between his teeth. Abe, as usual, was reviewing the mission notes, his expression unreadable.

“Alright, Wolverine,” Hellboy said, snapping his gun shut. “You ready to hold my hand when the scary monster shows up?”

You shot him a look. “I’ll hold your funeral when you piss it off first.”

Abe sighed. “Must we do this now?”

“It’s called team bonding, Fishstick,” Hellboy said with a grin.

“I’m considering leaving you both to bond with the monster instead,” Abe replied dryly.

You smirked. “I’d pay to see that.”

Before Hellboy could retort, the pilot’s voice crackled over the radio. “We’re approaching the site. You’ve got five minutes.”

You grabbed your weapons and checked your knives, already mentally preparing for whatever mess you were about to walk into. Hellboy stretched, cracking his neck.

“So,” he drawled, “any bets on what kinda ugly bastard we’re dealing with?”

“Pre-Olmec ruins, strange seismic activity, localized storms—” Abe shut the folder. “Most likely a slumbering deity.”

“Great,” Hellboy muttered. “I love when they wake up cranky.”

You sheathed your knives and leaned back. “Better than dealing with you in the morning.”

He grinned. “You’d know, huh?”

You ignored the way your face heated and instead focused on the flashing red light above the exit. “We drop in, scout the ruins, and contain whatever’s causing the disturbances,” Abe instructed. “Minimal collateral damage.”

Hellboy sighed dramatically. “Guess that means I can’t blow anything up.”

You crossed your arms. “Not unless you want to deal with Manning breathing down your neck.”

“Ugh. Hard pass.”

The light turned green.

“Let’s move,” you said, standing as the doors opened.

Hellboy shot you a grin. “After you, sweetheart.”

You ignored him and leapt out first.

The ruins were exactly what you expected: old, crumbling, and radiating bad vibes. Thick vines wrapped around massive stone pillars, and the air smelled like rain and ozone. Your boots crunched against loose gravel as you scanned the area.

Abe adjusted his communicator. “I’m picking up unusual energy signatures beneath us.”

“Of course it’s underground,” you muttered. “It’s always underground.”

Hellboy cracked his knuckles. “So, what? We go knock on the door?”

Before Abe could answer, the ground beneath you trembled. Dust and debris fell from the ruins as the earth groaned.

Hellboy exhaled. “Yep. Definitely cranky.”

You flexed your fingers, already anticipating a fight. “Let’s get this over with.”

Another tremor shook the ground—this time, the stone beneath your feet cracked.

Hellboy glanced at you and smirked. “Hey, if we die down here, you wanna go on that date in hell?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’d rather fight Satan himself.”

His grin widened. “Babe, you are my kinda girl.”

Before you could respond, the ground gave way beneath you.

And then, you were falling.

“Claws & Horns” (Part 3)

The fall wasn’t long, but it sure as hell wasn’t comfortable. You hit the ground in a crouch, dust kicking up around you. The impact barely fazed you, but above you, Hellboy landed hard, shaking the cavern floor.

“Ow,” he muttered, pushing himself up. “I hate when that happens.”

You rolled your shoulders. “Maybe stop jumping into pits, then.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He grinned, brushing off his coat.

Above, Abe’s voice crackled through your earpiece. “Are you both alright?”

“Peachy,” Hellboy said. “You coming down, or are you taking the stairs?”

“I’ll find another way,” Abe replied. “For now, scout the area. And try not to break anything important.”

“No promises,” you said, already scanning your surroundings.

The cavern was massive, the walls lined with strange carvings. The air smelled ancient—damp stone, moss, and something metallic, like blood. Pools of water reflected the eerie glow of phosphorescent fungi. At the far end of the chamber, a massive stone door loomed, covered in symbols that pulsed faintly with an unnatural light.

Hellboy whistled. “That’s never a good sign.”

You stepped forward, examining the door. Your fingers traced the carvings—worn but precise, depicting a figure with too many eyes and too many arms.

“Definitely pre-Olmec,” you muttered. “Abe was right.”

“I hate when he’s right,” Hellboy said, lighting a fresh cigar. “Means we’re about to meet something ugly.”

You ignored him, eyes narrowing as your gut twisted. Something was off.

A low, distant rumble confirmed your suspicions.

“Great,” you muttered. “It’s waking up.”

Hellboy cracked his knuckles, his Right Hand of Doom flexing. “Guess we should say hi.”

Before you could tell him to shut up, the door shuddered—and then, slowly, it opened.

A wave of stale air rushed out, carrying the stench of rot. The darkness beyond was suffocating, the kind that pressed against your instincts, telling you to move.

Then, eyes. Dozens of them, glowing in the void.

Hellboy exhaled. “Y’know, sweetheart, if this thing kills us, I just wanna say—”

“Shut up and fight.”

And then, the creature lunged.

The beast was fast. Faster than something its size should be.

It had the body of a man, elongated and twisted, with arms that stretched unnaturally long. Its face—if you could call it that—was a writhing mass of eyes, shifting and blinking in every direction. Its clawed hands lashed out, carving deep gouges into the stone where you had stood just moments before.

You dodged low, claws unsheathing with a familiar SNIKT. Hellboy fired his gun, the shot echoing through the cavern, but the creature barely flinched.

“Oh, that’s new,” he muttered.

You didn’t wait. Lunging forward, you slashed at its legs, your adamantium claws slicing deep. Black ichor sprayed from the wound, sizzling as it hit the ground. The thing screeched, a sound that rattled your bones.

Hellboy took the opening, charging in with a swing from his Right Hand of Doom. The impact sent the creature skidding back, but it recovered fast, its wounds already sealing.

You clenched your jaw. “Regeneration. Perfect.”

Hellboy exhaled through his nose. “Looks like we’re gonna be here a while.”

The creature shifted, its many eyes locking onto you. A second set of arms burst from its sides, jagged and skeletal.

Hellboy let out a low whistle. “Hate that.”

It lunged again. This time, you weren’t fast enough. One clawed hand caught your side, raking deep. Pain flared, but it was dull compared to what you were used to. You hissed through your teeth, rolling with the impact.

“Hey!” Hellboy barked, drawing the thing’s attention. “You don’t touch her.”

He slammed his fist into its torso, sending it flying into the cavern wall. The force cracked the stone, dust raining from above.

You pushed up, already healing, blood dripping from your torn vest. “I can handle myself.”

Hellboy smirked. “Never said you couldn’t. But I do like an excuse to hit things.”

You shook your head, refocusing. The creature was already stirring, its wounds sealing once more.

You exhaled. “This isn’t working.”

“Yeah,” Hellboy said, rolling his shoulders. “I got an idea.”

You arched a brow. “A good one?”

He grinned. “Define good.”

Before you could argue, he charged forward, grabbing the creature by the face. You barely had time to move before he slammed it into the ground hard enough to shake the entire cavern. The beast screeched, but Hellboy didn’t let go. Instead, he reached for the massive pendant embedded in its chest—the only thing on its body that hadn’t regenerated.

You realized his plan a second too late.

“Hellboy, wait—”

With a grunt, he ripped the pendant free.

The creature let out an ear-splitting wail, its body convulsing violently before it began to dissolve, its flesh turning to black sludge. Within seconds, it was gone, leaving only the broken pendant behind.

You stared. “That was reckless.”

Hellboy smirked, tossing the pendant in his palm. “But effective.”

Abe’s voice crackled through the comm. “What just happened? I felt that from up here.”

“Big ugly’s gone,” Hellboy said. “We’re fine. Mostly.” He glanced at you. “How’s the stab wound?”

You looked down at the gash in your side—already half-healed. “I’ve had worse.”

Hellboy nodded. “Still. Might have to check for scars later.” His smirk widened. “Y’know, personally.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched. “You never stop, do you?”

“Nope.” He tossed the pendant in the air, catching it easily. “Now, how about that drink?”

You exhaled. “Fine. But if you annoy me, I’m stabbing you.”

He grinned. “Aw, sweetheart. You say the sweetest things.”

“Claws & Horns” (Part 4)

The bar was a dingy hole-in-the-wall, the kind of place where the lights were low, the floor was sticky, and nobody asked questions. It suited you just fine.

You sat at the counter, nursing a cold beer, the condensation dripping down your fingers. The mission had left you sore, but nothing you wouldn’t recover from. The cut on your side had already healed, leaving only a faint, tender ache.

You liked places like this—quiet, unassuming, no one staring at you like you were a freak. You could sit, drink, and forget, even if only for a little while.

The stool beside you scraped against the floor. You didn’t have to look to know who it was.

“You drinkin’ alone, sweetheart?”

You exhaled through your nose. “Was trying to.”

Hellboy chuckled, waving the bartender over. “Yeah, yeah. You’d miss me if I didn’t show up.”

You took another sip of your beer. “Doubt it.”

He smirked, lighting up one of his cigars. The scent of smoke and burnt spice curled in the air.

“You’re not bad out there,” he said, taking a swig of his own drink.

You arched a brow. “Not bad?”

“Yeah. Good reflexes. Nice technique. Decent murder instincts.”

You huffed. “High praise coming from you.”

He grinned. “You know it.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The low hum of the bar filled the silence—muffled conversations, the clink of glasses, the faint buzz of old neon signs.

Then, Hellboy tilted his head. “So. You ever take a break?”

You blinked. “What?”

“A break,” he repeated. “Y’know, fun? The thing people have when they’re not constantly stabbing monsters.”

You scoffed. “You mean like you? Drinking, gambling, getting your ass kicked in poker?”

“Hey, that’s called culture.”

You shook your head, fighting the small smirk threatening to form.

Hellboy leaned in slightly, resting his elbow on the bar. “Seriously, though. What do you do for fun?”

You frowned, glancing at your beer. You weren’t sure how to answer.

Fighting was all you’d ever known. Training, survival, missions—that was your life. Even now, working for the B.P.R.D., it hadn’t changed much. Sure, you had some downtime, but fun? That wasn’t exactly in your vocabulary.

Hellboy must’ve noticed your hesitation because his expression softened—just a little. “Damn. That bad, huh?”

You shrugged. “Never really had time for it.”

He exhaled, tapping his cigar against the ashtray. “Well. Maybe you oughta make some.”

You gave him a look. “Oh, yeah? And what, exactly, do you suggest?”

His grin returned. “Simple. You let me show you how to have a good time.”

You snorted. “I highly doubt your idea of fun is my idea of fun.”

He smirked. “Yeah? And what’s your idea of fun?”

You hesitated. “…Quiet.”

Hellboy leaned back, hand on his chest like you’d offended him. “Oh, come on. Quiet? That’s boring.”

“It’s peaceful.”

“Peaceful is just lonely with extra steps.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not how that works.”

He grinned, finishing his drink. “Look, I get it. You’re all broody, ‘I work alone,’ ‘don’t get attached,’ blah blah blah.” He waved a hand. “But even the toughest folks gotta let loose sometimes.”

You shook your head, but your lips twitched. “And you think you’re the one to help me with that?”

“Damn right,” he said, grinning wide. “And lucky for you, I don’t give up easy.”

You studied him for a moment. He was cocky, stubborn, and completely insufferable.

And yet.

You huffed, taking another sip of your beer. “Alright. Try me.”

Hellboy’s grin widened. “Sweetheart, you just made my night.”

You rolled your eyes, but for the first time in a long time, you didn’t mind.

“Claws & Horns” (Part 5)

You should’ve known better than to agree to anything with Hellboy.

Somehow, “let me show you how to have a good time” had turned into you being dragged into the worst game of pool you’d ever played. Not because you were bad—you weren’t—but because Hellboy was.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he drawled, squinting at the cue ball like it had personally insulted him. “Best two outta three.”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the table. “You already lost two out of three.”

“Technicality.” He lined up his shot. The second he moved, his tail swung out and knocked a bottle off the edge of the table. Somewhere in the bar, someone swore.

You smirked. “Real smooth.”

He grumbled under his breath and took the shot. The cue ball smacked into a solid, sending it rolling toward the corner pocket—only for it to stop an inch short.

Hellboy exhaled through his nose. “This table’s rigged.”

You snorted. “No, you’re just bad.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Oh, yeah? Let’s see you do better.”

You rolled your shoulders and grabbed a cue. Lining up your shot, you took a second to aim—then struck. The ball sailed smoothly into the pocket with a clean thunk.

Hellboy stared. “…Okay, that was kinda hot.”

You scoffed, straightening. “Everything I do is hot.”

“Damn. You finally admit it?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t quite hide the small smirk tugging at your lips.

Hellboy noticed. His grin widened.

“There it is,” he said, pointing at you. “Knew I’d get you to smile eventually.”

“I wasn’t smiling,” you said, schooling your face back to neutral.

He raised a brow. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

You ignored him and leaned over to take another shot. Hellboy, ever the menace, chose that exact moment to lean way too close.

“You smell nice,” he commented.

You froze mid-shot. “What.”

He smirked. “I mean, for someone who spent half the day getting thrown around by an eyeball monster.”

You turned to glare at him, your faces inches apart. “You do realize I have claws, right?”

He grinned. “And I do realize you haven’t used ‘em on me yet.”

You stared at him for a long moment. He was so damn smug. Cocky, irritating, and completely insufferable.

…And yet, for the first time, you didn’t feel the immediate urge to tell him to shut up.

You exhaled through your nose and straightened, abandoning your shot. “You’re a pain in the ass, Hellboy.”

He smirked, rocking back on his heels. “Yeah. But you like me anyway.”

You didn’t answer.

You just took your beer, turned on your heel, and walked back to the bar.

Behind you, Hellboy chuckled.

But for once, you didn’t mind.

“Claws & Horns” (Part 6)

Sneaking out wasn’t hard.

The B.P.R.D. agents were too busy nursing drinks or losing at poker to notice when you and Hellboy slipped out the back. The night air was crisp, the city stretching wide before you. From the rooftop, the streets glowed in a sea of neon and headlights.

Hellboy cracked his knuckles. “Been a while since I did a good rooftop run.”

You rolled your shoulders. “Try to keep up.”

Then, you took off.

The first leap sent you soaring across the alleyway, landing smoothly on the next rooftop. Hellboy followed, landing with a heavy thud. His coat flared behind him as he adjusted his pace.

You smirked. “You’re slow.”

He scoffed. “I’m heavy.”

You picked up speed, leaping over vents and gaps, the wind whipping against your skin. Hellboy followed, his tail flicking behind him as he jumped.

At one point, he grabbed a fire escape and swung himself onto the next roof instead of jumping. “That counts, right?”

You snorted. “Barely.”

You both kept going, the city stretching below like a living thing. It was rare, moments like this—no mission, no orders, just movement.

At some point, Hellboy grinned. “I think you’re having fun.”

You didn’t answer.

You just ran faster.

—

Getting back to the B.P.R.D. was easy. Getting inside quietly was not.

The second you slipped through the side entrance, the lights flicked on.

Abe stood there, arms crossed, utterly unimpressed.

“Out for a midnight stroll?” he asked.

You exhaled. “Abe—”

“I don’t want to hear it.” His gaze flickered between you and Hellboy. “Do you two ever think before you act?”

Hellboy shrugged. “Eh. Sometimes.”

Abe pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know why I expected a different answer.”

Before you could speak, Manning stormed in, his face red with frustration. “Do you have any idea how reckless that was?”

You stayed silent. Hellboy, of course, didn’t.

“C’mon, Manning. We were just gettin’ some fresh air.”

Manning pointed a sharp finger. “I don’t want excuses—I want competence. You’re both B.P.R.D. agents, not some damn street punks!”

Hellboy smirked. “Tell that to her—she’s the one who ran first.”

You shot him a look.

Manning sighed, rubbing his temples. “Go get some sleep. And if either of you even think about sneaking out again—”

“No promises,” Hellboy said.

Manning groaned. “Get out of my sight.”

You turned and walked off, Hellboy right beside you, grinning like a damn idiot.

“Told you that was fun.”

You shook your head, but for the first time, you didn’t argue.

“Claws & Horns” (Part 7)

The walk back to your quarters was quiet. Well, mostly quiet.

Hellboy had his hands shoved in his coat pockets, his tail flicking behind him like he was waiting for you to say something. You weren’t going to.

Instead, you stopped at your door, turning just enough to meet his gaze. “That was reckless.”

He smirked. “Yeah. And?”

You exhaled through your nose, crossing your arms. “And it was… fun.”

His grin widened. “Damn. Was that a compliment?”

“Don’t push it.”

He chuckled, stepping closer. The dim hallway light cast long shadows across his face, making the edges of his grin sharper.

“You should do it more often,” he said. “The whole not being a loner thing.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not a loner.”

He raised a brow. “Name one person you hang out with for fun.”

You opened your mouth—then shut it.

Hellboy’s smirk deepened. “Yeah. Thought so.”

You sighed, rubbing a hand down your face. “I hate you.”

“Nah.” He leaned against the doorframe, completely at ease. “You like me. You just don’t know what to do with it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re startin’ to like it.”

You shook your head, turning to open your door. Before you stepped inside, you glanced back at him. “…Goodnight, Hellboy.”

He rocked back on his heels. “Night, sweetheart.”

As you shut the door, you swore you could still hear the grin in his voice.

“Claws & Horns” (Part 8)

You woke up gasping.

Your breath came quick, sharp, like you’d just surfaced from drowning. Your skin was damp with sweat, your muscles coiled so tight it hurt. For a second, you weren’t in the B.P.R.D.—you were back there. Back in the dark, in the cold, metal walls pressing in—

You clenched your jaw and forced yourself to breathe.

It was just a dream.

You sat up, rubbing a hand down your face. Sleep wasn’t happening after that, and you sure as hell weren’t staying in bed, waiting for it to claw its way back.

So you got up.

The base was dead silent, the halls dimly lit by the soft glow of overhead bulbs. You walked without thinking, feet guiding you through familiar corridors. Wandering helped sometimes—kept your mind from slipping back into the dark.

You didn’t expect to run into him.

Hellboy stood at the end of the hall, half in shadow, a cigar dangling between his fingers. He raised a brow when he saw you.

“Didn’t take you for a sleepwalker.”

You sighed, rubbing at your temple. “Not sleepwalking.”

He studied you for a second before tucking the cigar away. “Nightmare?”

You didn’t answer. Didn’t need to.

Hellboy exhaled through his nose, stepping closer. “I get ‘em too, y’know.”

You glanced up at him. He wasn’t smirking now—wasn’t teasing or cocky. Just watching you, brow furrowed like he actually gave a damn.

The words left your mouth before you could stop them. “They ever go away?”

His jaw tensed. “No.” A pause. “But they get quieter.”

You huffed. “Not quiet enough.”

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Yeah. I know the feeling.”

For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t heavy, though. It just… was.

Then, Hellboy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I know I’m dumb and loud and all that, but…” He exhaled, glancing at you. “I swear, I’m not joking.”

You blinked. “About what?”

His tail flicked. “About you.”

Your breath caught.

Hellboy hesitated, shifting his weight like he regretted saying anything. “I mean—shit, I know I flirt a lot, but I’m not screwin’ around with you. You’re—” He groaned, running a hand down his face. “Look, what I’m tryin’ to say is, you matter to me, alright?”

You stared at him.

Then, before he could say anything else, you grabbed his collar and kissed him.

For half a second, he froze—then melted into it, his big hand cupping your jaw, his lips warm and rough against yours.

When you pulled away, he was grinning, breath slightly uneven.

“Damn,” he muttered. “Didn’t think that’d actually work.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”

He smirked. “Make me.”

So you kissed him again.

[wuxiaphoenix]

A Bit of Writer Humor

There are hazards no one tells you about when you start writing. Dangers you never would have considered in a million years.

Some of them are actually pretty funny. For example....

You are aware that “convoyer” is in fact a word, no matter what Spellcheck says to the contrary. (This can overlap with being a wuxia fan.)

Some Random Joe decides to be snotty at everyone in hearing range, declaring nobody knows anything about real life and farming anymore, he’d bet no one here even knows what a young turkey’s called-!

Writer: “A poult.”

...End result, one chastened know-it-all and a writer gaining a reputation for knowing everything.

You’ve seriously considered naming your cat/dog/ferret/whatever Spellcheck or Grammar. After all, think of the possibilities. “Darn it, Spellcheck got tangled in the skeins again,” or, “Down, Grammar! Down! Heel!”

You stop and realize that instead of a normal library separation of fiction and nonfiction-by-subject, you have books on Phoenician purple, foraging by free diving, and several Atlantis (archaeology and gamebooks) all piled together. “Right, that was the mermaid idea. Doesn’t work yet, but....”

Not only do you have those books, you also have multiple others on foraging, crafts, martial arts (armed and unarmed), inventions, monsters, folklore, and history ranging from Mesopotamia to Here and Now to speculations on colonizing other planets. If someone else asks, “How does my heroine get a house in the 1870s?” your first question is, “In which country?”

(Because even which region in a country can make a huge difference. For example, in the United States in the West in the 1870s? A woman might fudge being a widow and have no problems getting her own property. On the East Coast? Way harder.)

You belatedly realize letting friends or family poke into your internet search history may give them the wrong idea. Explosions, poisons, how to forge documents like a last will and testament, how to hide a body - those are all for a book plot! Honest!

...Even more belatedly you realize your sketch of a particular plot of land that has easy road access but not a lot of people on certain days or at certain times of day, might be taken completely out of context.

...Not helped by the fact that if someone asks you if you have plans for the weekend, you mutter about oh yes, you’ve plotted out everything, they’ll never see it coming...!

And of course, you find the Evil Overlord List, laugh maniacally, print it out, and check it twice when your villains make their dramatic entrance!

Ahem.

Being a writer can be fun! Just, be mindful of the innocent bystanders....

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Yuu can do it!

Shenanigans chapter: Warning: Graphic Depictions of a 9-5

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Denial

Ito was not sure what they had done in their past life to deserve Crowley, but here they were, sitting on the floor in the corner of Crowley’s office, bent over paperwork, wondering if a life in prison would be worth the day they would get without their boss.

You may be thinking ‘come on, Ito, it can’t be that bad!’

They had thought that, too. At first.

“Mr. Crowley —?”

“Please, Ito-kun, you can just call me Crowley, no need for the pleasantries.”

“Okay. Crowley, then.”

“Yes, do you need something?”

“I’m fine with you commiting insurance fraud and all, but… can you not write ‘Ito, do insurance fraud here’ on the official forms?”

He frowned. “But then how will you know where to do the fraud?”

Ito snapped their pen in half. Black ink spilled over their gloves, dripping onto the form. It was unclear whether they were aware of this.

Crowley certainly didn’t notice. “Oh! How about sticky notes?”

~

Denial (Part 2 Electric Boogaloo)

Crowley made a quiet ‘hm’ sound, tapping his pen against his lips. “This OverBlotting issue is starting to get out of hand, to the point where I am starting to suspect that it might be a systemic issue…”

“Really?” they asked, hopeful. “Because I’ve been thinking that you guys could do with an on-site therapist.”

But why have hope when Crowley was involved?

“Oh. No. There’s not enough money in the budget for another staff member. Do you by chance have any experience in the psychology field?”

“None at all.”

“Ah. Well. Would you like to?”

~

Denial (Third time’s the charm?)

“Ito-kun,” Crowley said.

Ito shrieked, the books they had been carrying back to their rightful places going flying. They stared at the heap of bent pages and broken spines. There was probably a metaphor there, but they were too tired to think of one.

“Where the hell did you —?! Nevermind. Yes, Crowley?”

“I have a meeting with the Headmaster of RSA later, and I need you to assist me with something.”

Ito raised an eyebrow. “Do you need some papers prepared or…?” they asked, wondering if it was actually something normal for once.

Of course, they were mistaken: “Which of these ties brings out my eyes more?”

They pressed their lips into a thin line.

“The yellow one.”

Crowley huffed. “Really? I thought the dark blue would provide some nice contrast that would draw the gaze to my piercing, leadership worthy eyes.”

“The opposite color of yellow is purple , actually —.”

“I think I will opt for the blue one.”

~

Bargaining

Ito presented their proposal for how they planned to organize the library. They would add colored stickers onto the spines of any book that was checked back in, the color dependent on the subject. If, by the end of the semester, any books were left without a sticker, they could be removed from the library’s catalog, as they weren’t being used anyways.

“This would be expensive,” Crowley said slowly.

They nodded, smiling. “I’m aware, but I truly think this would be the best course of action for the —.”

“Ah! What if you just do it by hand with tape and construction paper?”

Ito wheezed. They hadn’t considered that Crowley might actually be that cheap . “Do you have a paper cutter?” they asked, almost pleading.

“Why, of course!” said Crowley.

For just a second, they almost had hope that things might not be too bad.

But then Crowley handed them a set of dull scissors.

~

Depression

“Ito-kun!”

“Fuck,” they said. Softly. With feeling. “What do you want?”

“Do you think we could turn the school’s OverBlot problem into an opportunity?”

Ito looked at Crowley. Long and hard. “What, you mean like tourism?”

“Precisely! I knew you would understand what I meant immediately!”

Ito sighed. They did not get him. But, sometimes, your boss says something and you have to pretend that it makes sense.

“Know what? If you can get any of the OB kids on board, do what you want.”

“Oh… you do raise a good point, I should probably ask.”

“Yeah. Probably.”

~

Bargaining again

Ito saw Crowley heading their way and immediately spun on their heel and started speed walking in the other direction. Who needs Gym class? Certainly not them. They’re getting a workout right now.

But, sadly, Ito was but a human, and Crowley was not, and a hand came to rest upon their shoulder. “Ito! I almost missed you!”

If only.

They turned to look at him. “What do you want?”

“Yes. I’ve been thinking about visiting the Scalding Sands next week, see, but I realized that this would leave a mountain of paperwork for you.”

“Oh,” they said. Was Crowley experiencing character growth? Even if he was bragging about how generous he was, they could maybe lighten up on their hatred of him —.

“Would that be alright with you?”

Ito’s eye twitched. “Will I get a bonus?”

“We don’t exactly have the funds…” Crowley said.

“Then, perhaps, you could allocate some of your vacation money differently,” they said.

Crowley frowned. “No, I can not.”

“Of course you can’t,” Ito said, pinching the space between their brows. “Fine. Bring me back a souvenir.”

“Okay!”

~

Acceptance

“Ito-chan!”

“That’s new,” Ito said, wondering why they felt like they had aged a million years since being brought to this world, and yet their sixteenth birthday always seemed oh-so-far away. And then they realized that they were actually looking right at the reason. Makes sense, unfortunately, but god they couldn’t wait until they were able to legally drink.

Crowley smiled. “I need a translator for a meeting I have later, are you free after 17:00?”

Ito blinked. “Oh… sure. I can’t promise that I’ll be great at it, though.”

“I believe in you,” Crowley said.

Ito almost, almost , was touched. “No one would do it for free, huh?”

“Not a single person!”

Ito sighed a little. But, strangely, they still felt their lips curling. In amusement. God, it wasn’t enough that they had to deal with the Crow Bastard for multiple hours a week, but now he had to grow on them, too? This may just be the worst thing the man had ever done.

“Fine, but if I accidentally offend someone then that’s on your head.”

“It’s a deal!”

~

A secret sixth thing (Utter horror)

“You know, Ito-chan,” Crowley said, wrapping an arm around their shoulders and tugging them into what was either a side hug or a wrestling move. They were hoping for the second. The day Crowley snapped their neck would be the day that Ito genuinely thanked him for the first time. “I sometimes think of you as my child.”

“YOU WHAT?!”

[sleepysnk]

a/n: welcome back! sorry for such a long wait, but life got in the way of a lot of shit. i hope you guys enjoy this latest chapter!! <3

pairings: obito uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, mentions of anxiety, mentions of past relationships, some brief angst.

The Beach: Chapter Thirty-Two

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Several days had passed since the incident that occurred just outside your apartment door. You and Konan were still both completely appalled by it all. The nerve those two men had appearing at your front door like they hadn’t done a single thing angered you. It was adding on to more stress that had already built up from before, and you didn’t have time for their shitty excuses or their lies. 

The day was bright and sunny. There wasn’t a single cloud roaming the baby blue sky. You had finally made your return to campus after spending yet another day or two away from it. Coming to class after having such a heavy absence weighed heavily on you, and your professors were quite stern on the fact that you were lucky that they had given you the chance to come back. Under normal circumstances, you would have been removed immediately for missing so much class, but they gave you that doubt since you were so academically gifted in your courses. You were relieved to hear such things, but they warned you that if it were to repeat that you could possibly lose your scholarship and be removed from their classes. You weren’t going to return to old habits whatsoever, so that would never happen again.

You now had a whole bunch of work to complete before semester grades were due. Your professors gave you some extra time, but you wanted to hop onto it as fast as you could. It would probably take you a good couple sleepless nights to make it possible, so you prepared yourself for just that. 

Many students passed you as you walked on the concrete path that led to your university’s library. You were somewhat on high alert. After everything that had gone down just a few days prior, you were making it a priority to avoid Itachi and Obito at all costs. Those two would probably be trying to seek you out for whatever reason they had, and you weren’t interested in speaking to either of the men. Konan informed you that if there was a problem, she would gladly leave class to deal with it. However, you told her to not do such a thing. She needed to focus on her own stuff. You could easily handle the situation if it ever came down to it. You weren’t afraid of either of them. You had spent way too many nights shedding tears over men who weren’t shit. Those evenings would come to an end here and now.

You stepped towards the entrance of the library. It was a fairly hot day, so being inside would give you some much needed relief from the sun's rays. 

Pulling the door open, you shuffled inside of the quiet space. Many people sat at random tables with their earbuds in or some people grouped together and worked on projects or homework they had to complete. You were relieved to see that it wasn’t too busy at the moment. It was still the middle of the day, so coming at that time was perfect. You could actually get some decent work done and maybe check out a book while you were at it. You doubted that second fact simply due to the fact that you were swamped with assignments and other work that needed to be done. You mentally cursed yourself for falling behind from everything, but the circumstances didn’t really align in your favor. That was the unfortunate part, but you were looking to completely put that past you and move forward with a clear mind. You had to finish this semester strong, no matter what. 

You made your way down one of the many aisles that were full of different kinds of books. Not a single novel was out of place. Those librarians definitely worked hard when it came to making sure everything was well organized there. 

You paused once you met the fiction section. There were many books lined against the shelves with different titles and a plethora of colors on the spines. There were a few that you read for your high school courses a while back, but a majority of them were foreign to you. A part of you had the urge to read something that would rip your heart out. Angsty romance? Maybe.. actually, no. That wouldn’t be the greatest idea, considering what had been going on the past few weeks. 

The idea of possibly reading something new flew out the window, so you decided to just find somewhere to sit so you could start your work. There was much to do and you knew if you didn’t get on top of it now, you would end up failing. Your parents would tear your head off if that happened. 

You turned the corner and froze in your spot. Your blood went cold inside of your body, and you honestly had no idea what to do. There was no way he was here. You didn’t like believing in coincidences, but this had to be the one at the top of the list that made you want to disappear into the floor. Standing just a couple feet away at the librarian's desk was your ex, Itachi Uchiha. He seemed to be inquiring about something and they were having a conversation that you really couldn’t pick up on. It was very quiet inside the library, but you really couldn’t read their lips. It was unfortunate, but you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. The last thing you wanted was to gain Itachi’s attention. He had been a pain in your ass for so long and you weren’t about to give in to whatever stupid words he was about to drop on you. Hell, even interacting with him would make you go off. 

Much to your dismay, Itachi turned his head at the wrong moment, and he made eye contact with you directly. Your heart quickened inside your chest and you quickly rushed away from his line of view. There’s no way he would chase you through a library. Itachi was all about following the rules and he was super respectful to people, especially to adults. It just fucking sucked that he couldn’t apply that same energy to you and your relationship with him. 

You managed to make it to the exit of the library where you reached the outside. You were so fucking annoyed that you couldn’t stay inside of the library to study, but being away from Itachi was the best option for you. If you would have stayed there, you would have probably started yelling at him and possibly thrown a few books in his direction so he would stay away. You never realized how fucking persistent your ex-boyfriend could be with you. He let you go so easily. Hell, he even placed himself in a position to lose you, and here he was trying to act like he hadn’t done anything wrong. It would make sense if it was the other way around, but this way? It made you want to laugh from how comical it was. 

You began to go down the concrete you were just on a few minutes prior. You figured you would just go home and study inside your apartment. At least you would have the privacy there and wouldn’t have to worry about someone invading your personal space. 

“(Y/N), please wait. I want to talk to you.”

A chill ghosted down your spine when you heard the familiar voice call behind you. There was a side of you that was telling you to just book it and run across campus, but there was another side that told you to just turn around and spill out everything that had been plagued inside of you for several months. Sure, you may have said some of it a few days before when Itachi first showed up, but you were once again given another chance to express that anger. It seemed like the universe was testing your patience.

You turned on your heels, facing Itachi. He seemed as nonchalant as ever while speaking to you. It made the frustration boil inside of you knowing that he was acting that way. He was the lucky one. He didn’t have to deal with the results of his significant other cheating on him with someone else, then completely victimizing themselves over something they did. He just never understood that, and you doubt he ever would. It was honestly baffling that he had the nerve to speak to you. 

You crossed your arms over your chest. This was beginning to become ridiculous. You couldn’t even walk around your own campus without him on your tail. Part of you even considered going to the campus police about it, but they probably wouldn’t do much. “What? What is there to talk about, Itachi?” your tone was harsh, making him shift uncomfortably from the way it sounded. 

Itachi stepped towards you, cautiously. In all honesty, you wanted to hit him in the face. He wasn’t saying a damn word, which was annoying. All you wanted was for him to speak and he was making it so much harder than it needed to be. He was testing your patience today and the last thing you needed was for him to waste your time over something stupid. “I just wanted to talk about us.. I know I came around suddenly, but trust me, I don’t have bad intentions with you!” he protested, placing his hands up defensively. “I mean that, and I can prove it.”

Your head cocked to the side. You grew curious by what he meant by that, but a part of you was still on the fence. This was Itachi of all people. The same man who swore up and down that he would never hurt you, but yet, he did. He put himself in that spot and him trying to retract it all like it was nothing made you irritated. He shouldn’t have had that right, but you wanted to know what he was going to say. For all you knew, he could lie to you again and you weren’t about to fall for it again. “Okay.. then speak.” you narrowed your eyes on your ex-boyfriend, trying to see what he was going to do. 

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts. He looked somewhat hesitant to reply to you, but that quickly shifted when he took a deep breath. “I’ve changed, and I mean that. I did a lot of thinking after we broke up and I know I was the asshole.. you have every right to be angry with me, but I just want to fix my mistakes.” he walked a bit closer to you. “Please.. let me show you I’ve changed. I want to take you out.. we can get something to eat and talk. I promise.. you won’t regret it.” 

You stood there, astounded. 

To be honest, you had no idea what to say to him. At first glance, it seemed like he was being genuine with you. He had that believable tone that you almost believed for a moment, but you knew better than that. Hanging out with your ex would only bring you more attachments and it wouldn’t be a great idea. Konan would probably whoop your ass if you went out with him, so you knew you would decline. There was no way you would let that happen. 

But, at the same time, you were conflicted.

There was a possibility that Itachi did change. You had seen plenty of men actually shift their behavior after they hurt their girlfriends. You could pull up so many examples, but that wasn’t the point. It had been almost a whole year since the two of you had broken up, and that gives someone a lot of time to reflect on what they had done. You knew if you had done such a thing that you would feel horrible, but was it the same for Itachi? Did he truly feel guilty for what he had done to you that day? Some people say that second chances are good things and you should give them out sometimes if the person deserves it. The only question was.. did Itachi deserve a second chance? There was also that side that believed once a cheater always a cheater. That was very true as well. 

You were stuck and you hated it.

You let out air through your nose. You were nervous standing there, because he seemed to be waiting for your answer. You really didn’t know what to say to him, but you had to come up with something. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea..” you let your eyes fall to the floor, avoiding his gaze. 

Itachi knew you would say something like that. You were still the same girl he met all that time ago. He then pulled out his phone, making you raise an eyebrow. You were confused at what he was doing with it, but it didn’t take very long for you to realize what his motive was. “Here.. take my phone number. If you want to.. we should have that date, but if not, that’s okay too.” he handed you his cell phone which displayed his number across the top. “I really want this to work, (Y/N).”

Instead of arguing, you took out your own phone and snapped a photo of his number. He wore this soft smile when he saw that you saved it in your contacts. It was the same smile that you fell for all those months ago. It just hurt you that the grin you adored so much became the one you despised to see on a daily basis. 

“See you around..” 

Itachi then walked away from you, leaving you standing there completely stunned with what you had just done. You could feel your stomach churning with nervousness and anxiety. You wanted to keep the entire thing to yourself, because you really didn’t want anyone else to know about what happened. You knew damn well Konan would go for his throat, and you already had enough shit to deal with. 

However, you only felt one emotion.

Confliction.

[impishtubist]

Spitefully inspired by all those fics and headcanons of Sirius (and James) never entering the library and needing Remus to explain anything and everything even slightly intellectual, I want to propose that actually, Sirius was regularly chilling in the library and almost always had some book or another with him. It was very rarely anything actually related to his schoolwork because Sirius is the kind of effortlessly intelligent where he just gets everything automatically and doesn’t need to research it (and so is James), but the boy was reading all the time. His teachers were all very used to him asking to visit the Restricted Section and they know Sirius knows the risks so they just let him do whatever (his childhood was good for very few things, but one of those is that he isn’t about to be tempted by what he’s reading there because this all stuff he’s either already heard about or is something he can very easily tie back to prior knowledge and see how dangerous it can be). On one memorable occasion, James and damn near every student in their year all had to go looking for Sirius because they couldn’t locate him and turned out he’d fallen asleep in the Restricted Section the night before and nobody else had a pass; the Ravenclaws were looking because Sirius is the favorite study partner for one of them and that person dragged the others along, the Hufflepuffs were looking because they genuinely like Sirius and are very grateful for his ability to calm down crying First Years who miss their family and want to go home, the Slytherins were being nosy and also Selwyn is partnered up in Potions with Sirius and deeply dreads the possibility of getting a new partner because what if that person is an idiot, and the Gryffindors were looking for their friend. They do not find him on their own, Sirius suddenly comes up to one of the groups and asks who they’re looking for. This is the inspiration for the map containing people’s locations, James isn’t about to spend another hour looking for his best friend everywhere and roping everyone in just to learn that nobody else even had access to the place he’s in. His teachers all grew used to him coming up after class to ask about some obscure thing and how it relates to the lesson and you know what? They loved that about him, finally someone who’s engaging with the material in a refreshing and interesting way. Sirius and the Ancient Runes professor had a standing debate time every week and that professor absolutely adored Sirius.

I like to think that whenever students asked for tutoring from another student, Sirius was almost always the one recommended. A motley group of students come up to McGonagall for help with a spell they just cannot master and McGonagall, swamped with grading papers and running the school since Dumbledore is not doing any of the paperwork he is supposed to be doing, Albus you shithead, simply cannot take a break to eat a damn cookie, much less anything else and tells them to find Sirius, he learned the spell a while back and he’s probably in the library again, do make sure he leaves at some point or the bookshelves might try to absorb him; I like to think Snape is in this group and grinding his teeth over this, why can he never escape this guy. They all troop down to the library and discover a rather pressing problem: nobody knows where the hell he’ll be in this thing and it’s huge, everyone split up and like enchant a message if you find him. One of the Hufflepuffs locate him, in the middle of doing Charms homework with the other Gryffindors and with no less than 3 stacks of books hovering at his side so he can periodically check them. One of the books in stack A is leaking some black poly substance, another in Stack C is hissing, and one in the middle of Stack B is on fire but doesn’t seem to be burning and somehow none of the other books in the stack are affected. This is treated as totally normal by everyone else nearby, nobody blinks at it.

Look, I'll admit that my preferred headcanon for teenage Sirius is "never had to study or step foot in the library" and "cared so little for other people that he didn't even notice they existed if they weren't James (and sometimes Remus)" but I'll allow this. I do believe that if Sirius is in the library, though, it's because that's where James has decided to fuck him and/or blow him.

[i-myeoni-blogs]

The Creepy Book Girl ~2

Pairing - Non- Idol Yeosang x Reader

Word Count - 6077

Warning - Nothing that we can't handle, all cries and depression, mention of therapy, mention of hallucination.

Summary - She wanted him to stay but he was slipping off her mind. When you had your world properly constructed, it came crashing down with twice the pain and hurt. But what if he's not actually gone?

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"She saw Matz?" The boy, resembling a fluffy bear, exclaimed before Yeosang swiftly silenced him.

"Lower your voice, Jongho," Yeosang whispered through clenched teeth, earning an apologetic glance from the boy. Yeosang turned his attention back to the couch, where Y/N lay peacefully, exhausted from her constant shifts at the library. Yeosang had volunteered to share her workload, a week passing since she first mentioned seeing someone who resembled Matz. However, she never brought it up again in Yeosang's presence.

Y/N carried on as if nothing had occurred, but Yeosang's concern deepened. "After I brought her out of that place, she seemed alienated for a moment, but then quickly returned to normal, as if nothing happened."

Jongho, speaking in a hushed tone, questioned, "So, where's the problem? It's a good thing she's not chasing after this Matz guy."

Yeosang just shrugged; dissatisfaction etched on his face. "No, it's strange. Matz was a significant part of her life for over a decade, and the fact that she saw someone identical to him..." Yeosang sighed deeply. "It doesn't sit right."

"Well, what's your plan now?" Jongho inquired.

"I don't know. I'll keep an eye on her for now." Yeosang looked at Y/N's face, so pretty, just like the first time he saw her.

Yeosang traveled a lot; he wasn't the type to stay in one place for long. On another trip, he simply wanted a calm spot, somewhere to write his new masterpiece peacefully. Meghalaya came to mind, and without second thoughts, he went on his journey. He found a good place to rent, not sure how long he'd stay, so he picked a cheap but well-kept flat near the hills. The view wasn't dull at all; trees and clouds touching the mountains added to his adventure. Now, with a place to sleep, he sought an even quieter spot for inspiration.

One afternoon, Yeosang walked on the street, trying different street food and accessories, finding comfort in simple pleasures. Meeting new people and learning about different cultures were things he loved.

"Hey there, what can I get you?" The friendly café worker flashed a warm smile at Yeosang, ready to jot down his order. Yeosang returned the smile and opted for a cool lemonade; the heat and his adventurous wanderings had left him weary. "Sure thing, sir. Anything else?"

"No, just the lemonade, thanks." Yeosang glanced around, humming a tune while he settled the bill for his refreshing drink. "By the way, any libraries or quiet spots around where I can do some work?" he inquired politely.

"Oh, there are a bunch of libraries you can check out. But for real peace and quiet, there's this big one up in the Garo hills, and hardly anyone goes there," the barista replied as she handed over the lemonade. "But, you know, the owner's a bit eccentric. I'd think twice."

"Eccentric?" Yeosang raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, she lives alone, rarely steps out, and doesn't talk to anyone. Just stays holed up in her library."

Taking in this information, Yeosang simply nodded, sipping his lemonade and relishing its refreshing tang. That was all he needed for a pick-me-up. With a polite farewell, he strolled off to continue his aimless exploration. The Garo hills loomed in the distance, and he recalled the barista's words. It wasn't too late, he mused; he could explore the largest library before nightfall. With that thought in mind, he headed towards the hills.

The rough path guided him to the library the barista had mentioned; it was truly huge and exceptionally beautiful. He expressed gratitude to the ferry that brought him here and settled the fare. The sun hadn't completely set, casting an orange glow that adorned the hills in a splendid display. Despite its beauty, the 'CornerPage' library was eerily empty, as the barista had foretold. A tranquil atmosphere enveloped the space, with scarcely anyone venturing into its quiet confines.

"Hello, is anyone around?" Yeosang clutched his camera tightly and cautiously peered into the library. The tables and chairs were spotless, as if someone diligently cared for the place, even though it seemed rarely frequented. Summoning courage, he stepped into the library, moving uncertainly like a lost child. "Seems like nobody's here," he muttered, retracing his steps. However, his retreat halted at the sudden thump, a noise echoing through the silence. Intrigued, he advanced towards the source of the sound.

If life had a theme, he figured his would revolve around love at first sight. One day, he spotted her— a girl on the small stairs, neatly organizing books. Lost in her task, she didn't hear him approaching. Soft sunlight painted her face with a gentle glow, like the warmest honey. The way she handled the books seemed like she was keeping her whole life in order.

As Yeosang noticed them trembling slightly. Unable to stay silent, he whispered, "Be careful." It might not have been the smartest move, but the view that unfolded was breathtaking.

Startled by the sudden sound, the girl turned her head. Yeosang stood frozen, captivated by the beauty standing before him.

"Can I help you?" she asked politely, stepping off the stairs to face Yeosang, who remained motionless for what felt like an eternity. As confusion crossed her face, Yeosang finally snapped out of his daze and stuttered.

"I... I was looking for a quiet spot to work. A barista in town suggested this place," he confessed sincerely. The girl made an understanding sound and smiled, adjusting her glasses.

"You can sit anywhere here, except for that spot. Mr. Robinson claims it for himself," she pointed to the nearest table, chuckling. Yeosang floated in the melody of her voice, as soft as a lullaby. His emotions raced ahead of him, leaving him spellbound.

"Yeosang!" Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he closed his laptop, turning to see Y/N stirring awake. Rubbing her eyes, she questioned, "Did I sleep too long?" Yeosang approached her, captivated by memories of the day they first met. Crouching down, he gently took her hands.

"It's alright, love. You've been working hard. I'll handle the library; you can go upstairs," he reassured her. Y/N nodded, rose, and headed towards their shared room. The space held a flood of memories, past and present intertwined. As she gazed at the cabinet, confusion enveloped her, reality and imagination blurring together. Her mind raced, and memories flooded back: a pointed nose, a tidy suit, and a silver ring that brought comfort. It was Matz, she recalled, and a wave of sadness engulfed her.

"Hey princess." A pair of arms enveloped her as she arranged her belongings in the cabinet. It was Matz, and his touch lingered in her memory like an indelible mark.

"You're back finally, Matzy," Y/N remarked, a hint of teasing in her voice.

Matz gently turned her to face him, wearing an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, princess, but you know how work gets sometimes," he said, burying his face in the curve of her neck, eliciting a giggle from her. Y/N cherished the contrast between the powerful exterior he presented to the world and the vulnerable, whiny side he revealed to her. His duality fascinated her.

But then, the memories resurfaced—memories she believed she had buried. His face, which she thought was forgotten, flashed before her eyes after a year and a half. The wounds she thought had healed were suddenly raw again, and her heart ached at the mere thought of him. Tears welled up in her eyes as she recalled his face. Why now? She questioned herself. Why, when she was supposed to be happily living with Yeosang, did his image haunt her once more? The pain of a forgotten past clawed its way back into her present.

She hurried downstairs, her heart racing, but she hesitated. She couldn't let Yeosang see her like this. What would he think if she confessed that her past memories were resurfacing, haunted by Matz? She couldn't burden him with this pain. Wiping away her tears with a swift motion, Y/N straightened her jeans, took a deep breath, and composed herself before returning to the library.

"Love, what's the matter?" Yeosang inquired, concern etched on his face as he observed Y/N standing there, lost in thought.

"I... I couldn't sleep," she stammered, searching for an excuse. "I'll just sit here for a while." Grabbing a newspaper, she settled back on the couch. The library was not crowded, offering her solace in its quietude.

As Yeosang resumed his work, typing away on his laptop, Y/N stole glances at him. She focused intently, as if trying to engrave his features in her mind, wanting only to see Yeosang and no one else. Despite knowing every detail by heart, she scrutinized him, attempting to create a mental snapshot of his presence. The weight of her unspoken sadness lingered in the silent library.

She longed to share everything with Yeosang, but she couldn't burden him with her emotional struggles. So, she kept the pain hidden, deciding not to bring it up until she felt more stable. She believed she could convincingly act like everything was fine, or at least that's what she hoped.

"Y/N, I'm stepping out to meet a friend. Will you be okay alone, my love?" Yeosang inquired, and Y/N nodded in response. Days passed, and Y/N played the role of a content partner, concealing the inner turmoil she felt. Despite the return of her unsettling hallucinations, she couldn't bear to let Yeosang discover her suffering. With a forced smile, she bid him farewell, wishing for his safety.

After seeing Yeosang off, she hesitantly walked to her room, her steps filled with uncertainty as she struggled to turn the doorknob. Fearful of encountering that familiar face, the one she desperately wanted to keep at bay, she mustered all her courage. Turning the knob, she entered her room, sprinting towards the dresser with a heavy heart.

"Princess," she heard a voice—Matz's voice. However, she chose not to turn around and, instead, opened a drawer, rummaging through its contents in search of something. "Princess, it's me," the voice persisted, echoing in her ears. Yet, she realized it was a deception, her own imagination playing tricks on her. The voices continued to intensify, and she tightly squeezed her free hand, trying to resist the temptation to give in.

After a while, she finally discovered what she was seeking—a glossy black card labeled 'RealTalk' in silver letters. Those therapy sessions she never thought she'd require had become an essential part of her life. She knew she had to contact her doctor, and she promised herself to make that call today.

"Y/N," she heard, and quickly slid the card up her sleeve. It was Yeosang. Confused, she got up and walked toward him. He had said he was leaving, she remembered. He looked into her eyes, sensing she was keeping something from him. Despite knowing, he chose not to confront her at that moment and just smiled.

"What’s wrong? I came back to get my phone; I left it on the bed," he explained, moving towards the bed. However, he glanced at the drawer from the corner of his eye, wondering, 'What might she be hiding?' Retrieving his phone, he walked away, giving Y/N a side hug and a kiss on her temple before leaving once more.

Y/N let out a long sigh, a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and closed her eyes for a brief moment after Yeosang departed.

"Who was he, princess?" The voice brought her back, and her eyes snapped open. Turning her head, she felt her lower lip quiver. There he stood, arms crossed – a vivid memory from the days when she and Yeosang had become friends through regular encounters at the library.

"He's Yeosang, a writer who came here to find a quiet spot to start his work." Y/N's gaze shifted to her own reflection, as if her memories were playing out on a big screen. She saw herself getting ready for bed. Matz, however, was not pleased; he felt threatened, insecure about Yeosang encroaching on his territory. Since Yeosang's arrival at the library, Y/N had become more engrossed in their shared passion for stories. Matz rolled his eyes and moved closer, enveloping Y/N in a back hug.

"Tell me you're mine," Matz pleaded, his voice carrying a hint of sadness. Y/N attempted to turn and face him, but Matz held her tightly, preventing her from meeting his gaze directly. "Please, tell me I'm yours."

"Matzy, are you feeling insecure?"

"Maybe a bit, but that's not the main issue." Matz eased his hold, allowing Y/N to turn. She gently rested her hands on his chest, a delicate thread encircling her ring finger. "I just don't want to lose you, because if that happens, I'll be lost forever," Matz spoke with a trembling voice, pain evident in his eyes. Y/N didn't grasp the gravity of the situation; she thought Matz's jealousy was just like any other boyfriend's.

"Hey, Matzy, I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you. I'm yours, okay?" She spoke gently, enveloping Matz in a tight hug. Her embrace exuded love and tenderness. "Just relax, alright?" Y/N ran her fingers through his hair soothingly.

"And I won't let you forget me ever," Matz said, breaking the hug but keeping Y/N in his arms, looking into her eyes.

"Never."

"Never," Matz echoed, hugging her again, desperately clinging to the moment.

Y/N felt overwhelmed as memories from the past flooded her thoughts, causing her to lose her balance and collapse onto her knees. The echoes of Matz's voice and her own intertwined, playing like a haunting melody in her mind. Desperate to escape, she covered her ears with her hands and shut her eyes tightly, repeatedly mumbling, "Go away."

Despite her efforts to drown out the painful echoes, the voices persisted, growing louder and more relentless. Overwhelmed, Y/N couldn't contain her emotions any longer. She screamed, releasing the pent-up anguish that had been building inside her. Alone in the closed library on a quiet Sunday, she cried uncontrollably, curling into a fetal position as if seeking solace within herself. In that moment, she was grateful for the solitude, realizing that if the library had been open, her cries would have echoed for everyone to hear, exposing the deep wounds within her soul. Maybe if she closed her eyes and ears, these voices would go away and so she closed her eyes until she was taken into dreamland.

"Yeosang, you here? Is Y/N not with you?" The woman greeted Yeosang at the door, but his face darkened upon hearing Y/N's name. His forced smile hinted at an underlying sadness that the woman immediately sensed. "Come in," she offered, allowing Yeosang to enter.

"Julie, could you make us some tea?" The woman instructed her house help while gesturing for Yeosang to take a seat on the sofa. Positioning herself across from him, she asked, "What's troubling you?" Yeosang sat with his elbows on his knees, looking worn out.

"It's Y/N... she saw Matz."

The woman, without changing her expression, briefly closed her eyes. "The treatments were ineffective," she confessed, a mix of hurt and disappointment evident in her words.

"No, Mom, not in her imagination. She saw him in reality, right here a week ago." Yeosang leaned forward, perched on the edge of the sofa. The woman's surprise was evident, her incredulous expression silently conveying disbelief.

Yeosang shared the whole tale of his encounter with Y/N and a mysterious person they bumped into on the street, someone Y/N claimed was Matz. He described how Y/N, usually calm beyond belief, seemed oddly composed in a way that didn't quite fit. He feared she might be concealing her true emotions or, worse yet, slipping into a state of unresponsiveness.

He handed over a leaflet given to him by the stranger on the street, a flyer detailing an event that had already taken place over the weekend. On the front were images of two men who appeared to be street performers, adorned with tattoos and dressed in funky outfits that might catch the attention of college girls. The woman studied the pamphlet closely, her eyes catching the bold letters spelling out 'MATZ.'

"What I need to know is whether she ever attended their concert or had any encounters with them before her delusions began," Yeosang inquired, his voice carrying a weight of sadness.

Y/N's mom let out a soft, sorrowful laugh as she placed the pamphlet on the table. The teas, brought in by the house help a few minutes ago, grew colder with each passing moment. "I wish I could tell you more, Yeosang, but she was closer to her father," she said, meeting his gaze, pain evident in her eyes.

Y/N had lost her father during her college days, and no one recalled her ever mentioning him. Not a single tear had fallen from her eyes at his funeral. Y/N remained silent, immersed in her father's library, now hers.

"He adored Y/N, she was his little girl, sharing the same love for books and stories as her father did," her mother continued, taking a deep breath. "He always took her to book events, sometimes at the expense of her school attendance. For him, it was 'passion and skills matter most, chanting knowledge.' Those were his words, and Y/N held onto them, keeping them close to her heart."

It was one of those times when they'd travel for days, exploring every place. Sadly, she never spared a moment for me, and regrettably, I find myself a stranger to my own daughter. They always formed a close bond, getting lost in the world of books at the library, sharing thoughts on their beloved collection. Frustration reached its peak, pushing me to leave that home and find comfort at my mom's place. Yet, my absence went unnoticed, like a ghost fading into the shadows.

Her father resembled a bird I longed to keep for myself, but alas, he slipped through my fingers, and Y/N mirrors him in every way. So, it's a choice between flying alongside her in the sky she's crafted or letting her fly away. A tear slipped from her cheek, swiftly wiped away before it could fully reveal the pain etched on her face. "She stopped talking to me after they returned from Goa, and soon after, her father passed away."

Yeosang's curiosity piqued, he inquired, "Goa, their final journey together, right?" The woman nodded, a heavy confirmation hanging in the air. "Could you share what happened there? Any details could be invaluable." Yeosang pleaded, but Y/N's mom shook her head, indicating her lack of knowledge about the events that unfolded in Goa.

"This is all I could give you, Yeosang," he said with a heavy heart. Yeosang silently acknowledged the words. There had to be some incident in Goa that led to Y/N cutting off ties with her mother. It's been a decade since then, and the fact that Y/N mentioned knowing Matz for 10 years hints at a connection to Goa. Perhaps she met Matz there. To confirm this possibility, Yeosang had to meet Matz. Clutching the pamphlet tightly, he was resolute in embarking on a journey to uncover the truth of what transpired in Goa, his eyes reflecting a determination mixed with sadness.

He had to go back home first; he couldn't leave Y/N alone for too long, especially since her condition was worse than just being confused. The sun was setting as he hurried his way home, but to his surprise, there was no sign of Y/N when he arrived. The newly hired person taking care of the library mentioned that she left in the afternoon, claiming she needed groceries and hadn't returned.

This puzzled Yeosang. Y/N didn't have any friends because she had been living inside the library for a decade, cut off from normal human interactions with past friends and family. "Could she have gone to..." Yeosang shook his head, struggling with the thought. He didn't want to believe that Y/N might have gone to meet that street performer, but his mind betrayed him. "No... this can't be," he mumbled.

"What can't be?" Yeosang swiftly turned around to see Y/N standing in front of him, holding two bags filled with what seemed like groceries.

"Where were..." Yeosang couldn't finish his sentence as Y/N raised her hands to show the plastic bags. "No, I mean..." He started again.

"I went to the bridge. The sun looked beautiful today," Y/N said, gazing at the orange hues of sunlight emitted through the bright evening sky. Yeosang's eyes were fixed on Y/N; she was becoming unresponsive, and it frightened him. He knew he had to meet this Matz guy quickly; he made a mental note to see him tomorrow.

Y/N disliked keeping secrets from Yeosang, even for a short time, but she didn't want to bother him. This idea troubled her deeply. Restlessly tapping her feet while waiting, she was anxious about the situation. She had an appointment with Dr. Pal, the person who helped her navigate through her confusing thoughts. It was clear that she needed the doctor's support, especially as she felt herself slipping back into a world of illusions.

Yeosang had left earlier that morning, providing the perfect opportunity for her to slip away unnoticed. Although she managed to cover up her absence the day before, she couldn't keep making excuses. Y/N felt a sense of relief that she could leave without Yeosang knowing, and Dr. Pal assured her that the information would remain confidential.

Y/N shared the whole story with Dr. Pal, beginning with the moment she met someone who looked like Matz but was actually quite different. The fake Matz wore different clothes and talked in a way that was not at all like her kind and gentle Matz. Despite the imposter's stern attitude, the Matz she loved was always caring and gentle, especially with her. As she spoke, a heaviness settled in her heart, recalling the stark contrast between the real Matz and the deceptive imitation.

"Y/N," she heard her name being called as she compared her memories of Matz with the person she met a week ago. Stepping into the cabin, she instantly felt a calming sensation, as if all her frayed nerves were finally finding solace. Seated before Dr. Pal, she was greeted with a reassuring smile.

"Are we ready?" the doctor inquired, picking up from their conversation the day before. Y/N had opened up about the profound loneliness she'd felt since her father passed away 12 years ago. Despite her mother's unwavering support, Y/N found herself unable to confide in her. Her father's sudden stroke, his collapse in the library—those haunting moments clung to her like a shadow. The sense of helplessness and distress overwhelmed her, as if she had lost her only confidant, her father and friend.

In the aftermath, Y/N built walls around herself, convinced that no one could truly understand the depths of her emotions. She withdrew from everyone, creating a shield to keep her pain hidden. The memory of her last trip to Lucient's College of Management in Goa lingered in her mind, casting a gloom over her soul. It was during an event where people showcased their new works of fiction and non-fiction.

"So, this fake Matz, did you see him in Goa?" The doctor asked again.

"Yeah," Y/N softly replied, recalling the time she spotted him in Goa.

It was December, but the sun in Goa beamed as if it were July in Meghalaya. If she were back home, she'd be bundled up, shielding herself from the cold. Yet, in Goa, the weather wrapped her in warmth and the brilliance of the sun. The event at Lucient’s College of Management was alive with enthusiasm, and Y/N couldn't help but admire the talents of the students. Her gaze drifted to her father, engaged in conversation with a man who claimed to be the people’s chosen author of the year.

Seeking a moment of respite, Y/N excused herself and strolled freely around the campus.

"Who's up for some spirited music?" A voice echoed from a distant speaker, prompting cheers and hoots. Y/N glanced at her father, still engrossed in conversation. Curiosity tugged at her, leading her toward the lively crowd. A robust melody filled the air, and despite her preference for softer tunes, she found herself swaying to the rhythm.

Y/N gazed at the stage, where two young men, possibly around her age, stood. They were students from Lucient's college of management, with faces so sharp they could pierce a girl's heart, evident from the cheers of the college girls. Despite their beauty and youthfulness, what captivated Y/N and held her in place was the voice of the shorter male. When he sang, his lyrics were powerful, carrying an underlying pain. Y/N found herself lost in the beauty of his voice, as if he was singing just for her. It was like her surroundings blurred, and she imagined a scenario, much like those her father used to narrate from books during her childhood.

Unconsciously, she moved forward through the crowd, making her way to the front. Her eyes sparkled, fixated on the singer, feeling as if her whole world was right in front of her.

Y/N stood there, absorbing their music until the first song ended, and the crowd erupted in cheers. "Mad Brothers..." the singer shouted, turning the microphone toward the crowd, who responded with a loud 'Matz.' Y/N whispered the word 'Matz' as if trying to etch it into her memory. Matz interacted with the crowd, and Y/N was convinced that his smile was the most genuine thing she had ever seen.

As the singer extended his hand to the crowd, Y/N joined in, raising her hand with a beautiful smile, her eyes fixed on him. He politely shook her hand, and luck seemed to be on her side when a bohemian-style hanging accessory from his guitar fell into her hand like a precious gift.

"Did you see him again?" the doctor asked, and Y/N shook her head. "He was just a small part of my journey, but the impact was lasting," she said. "No love at first sight or clichés, just a moment when our connection felt right. His words kept me there longer than I expected."

"After my father passed away, the only genuine thing left, besides his memories, was that guy's smile. It marked the beginning of my illusions," Y/N admitted, no longer avoiding her emotions. "He became a memory that supported and shielded me in the past, but maybe I let him linger in my thoughts for too long."

Taking a deep breath, tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. "I sought comfort in my books and imagined his face. The man in the street became Matz, but he's not the Matz I once knew or created."

She wandered down memory lane, recalling an incident from 12 years ago after returning from her trip to Goa. It was a time when her father fell ill due to diabetes mismanagement. Unaware of the severity, he continued his regular travels, neglecting his health. Caught up in the routine, both he and Y/N overlooked the seriousness of his condition.

One day, while reading a story about a businessman who always wore suits, her father suddenly groaned in pain, clutching his head. Frantically, Y/N called for an ambulance, but before it could arrive, he passed away. His life, which began in his beloved library, concluded within its walls. Y/N was in shock, gripping the last book he had shared with her.

When her mother arrived to oversee the funeral arrangements, she attempted to console Y/N. However, Y/N remained silent, fixated on the sight of her father being laid to rest in the six feet of earth. This event marked a turning point in Y/N's life. She withdrew from social interactions, spoke to no one, and ventured out only when necessary. Most of her time was spent at the library, where she sought solace in the books. Despite her mother's attempts to help, Y/N adamantly rejected any assistance.

It was one of those nights when Y/N found herself immersed in her favorite book yet again. The quiet of the evening was interrupted by a knock on the door, jolting her from the story. "Is anyone here? Princess, are you home?" a voice called out, catching Y/N off guard. Wondering who could be visiting at this late hour and why they were referring to her as a princess, she approached the door cautiously.

The darkness outside was only partially illuminated by the porch light, revealing a figure with their back turned. The person ran their fingers through their hair, a silver ring catching the light. Dressed in a suit and tie, the mysterious visitor seemed out of place. Y/N couldn't help but stare as he turned around, revealing a charming smile with eyes that formed crescent moons. Without fully understanding why, Y/N decided to open the door.

"Who are you?" she asked in a hushed tone.

"You called for me. I'm your Matz," he replied with a warm smile.

“Promises whispered in the soft moonlight,

Faded away, like stars in the endless night.

Hollow echoes of laughter, now silent and cold,

A love story written…”

“But the ending untold.” Y/N finished the line of the song alongside Matz.

"But the guy I saw last week was different from the one who protected me. Maybe it was his music that made me picture his face in my mind. But now I realize he's not the one I'm thinking about; Matz was just an illusion to guard my heart." Y/N spoke with another charm in her voice.

"Well, I guess our talk is done for good," said the doctor, a small smile appearing as he closed the folder containing Y/N's name and medical story. The chapter was finished; she had faced her emotions and never felt lighter.

"Yeah, I suppose." Maybe all she needed was a closure to distinguish between reality and illusion. Yet, everything unfolds for a purpose, and she was thankful for it all, as it led her to Yeosang. The kind of love she'd always yearned for – tender and caring. Now, she could finally put a face to that feeling, and it was Yeosang. All she wanted was to get home soon and share everything.

Y/N arrived home early, her heart brimming with joy and relief as she finally bid farewell to the heavy burdens that had occupied her mind for far too long. Yeosang, however, was nowhere to be found as she stepped into their home. Undeterred, she decided to focus on her chores, tending to the shelves with diligence.

The echoes of Matz's memories and words no longer haunted her thoughts. Y/N had forged ahead, determined to embrace the reality of a genuine relationship with Yeosang. The promise of a new chapter in her life seemed within reach.

"Love, I'm home," Yeosang's voice rang out, interrupting her tasks. Excitement surged through Y/N, and she rushed towards the door, eager to share her newfound happiness with him. However, as she reached the entrance, confusion etched across her face. Yeosang was indeed there, but he was not alone; Matz stood by his side.

When Yeosang stepped out this morning, bringing Matz home was the last thing Y/N expected. “Y/N, meet Hongjoong. He sings with his friend Seonghwa, and they go by the name Matz,” Yeosang said, reaching out to Y/N and taking her hand.

Yeosang felt uncertain about what to do. He needed to find out what happened in Goa, and only two people held the answers – either Y/N or this Matz guy. So, he came up with an excuse, telling Y/N that he was going out with Jongho. It wasn't entirely false, as Jongho had discovered that Matz, the singing duo, were staying in a hotel in the main town. Right now, Yeosang and Jongho were outside the hotel, summoning the courage to discuss Yeosang's fiancée with a stranger, perhaps a completely unknown man.

Yeosang and Jongho found themselves seated in front of the duo Matz. One of them, the taller guy with a tattoo on his neck, shot a suspicious glance at both Yeosang and Jongho. A brief silence hung in the air. Yeosang's head drooped in embarrassment, regretting the stunt he had pulled to meet the duo. He had never acted like an overenthusiastic fan before, but for Y/N, he was willing to endure some embarrassment.

The taller member of the duo turned his attention to Yeosang. "Aren’t you the one who was with the creepy girl that day?" he asked, eyeing Yeosang. Confused for a moment, Yeosang realized they were referring to Y/N, who stared back at the man. He nodded in acknowledgment. The duo introduced themselves as Hongjoong and Seonghwa. Seonghwa, the one with the tattoo, was the face of Y/N’s Matz.

"I need to talk to you," Yeosang said to Hongjoong. The shorter man looked surprised, almost yelling ‘me?’ Yeosang nodded and asked them to listen to the whole story, warning it might creep them. Yeosang narrated each event one by one, starting from meeting Y/N to her confessing her imaginary marriage to Matz. The duo's expressions changed with each revelation, and they seemed dumbfounded, processing a lot of information in a short time. When Yeosang finished, the duo exchanged glances, seemingly troubled, and let out a collective exhale.

"So, I need to know if you ever met her in Goa?" Yeosang asked.

Hongjoong shrugged. "Listen, man, many people come to watch our street show. And asking about 12 years ago? How am I supposed to remember? I was in college."

"Unbelievable," Seonghwa chuckled. "You've got a girl swooning over you," he teased Hongjoong. "Girls usually go crazy for me; I'm much prettier and taller."

"Okay, guys, save the banter for another day. I need your help," Yeosang interjected. "I need to save my fiancé."

"You mean the creepy book girl," Seonghwa exclaimed, earning a glare from all three of them.

"I know it sounds weird, but please, I need your help," Yeosang pleaded, his eyes filled with determination and a desire to save his fiancé from further emotional turmoil. Hongjoong couldn't say no after seeing the fire in Yeosang's eyes.

Y/N gazed at Matz, studying his features, searching for any lingering emotions from their past. To her relief, there was nothing. Gratitude washed over her as she turned her attention to Yeosang, whose eyes betrayed a sense of pain. She understood his concerns – perhaps he feared she still held a place for Matz in her heart.

In a swift motion, Y/N turned and fled upstairs, leaving Yeosang and Matz perplexed in the doorway. Matz, despite Yeosang's attempts to explain the situation, stood there with uncertainty, unsure of how to proceed. The awkwardness hung in the air as he nervously rubbed his palms together, waiting for Y/N's return.

Y/N moved slowly towards Matz, who stared at her with wide eyes. He feared she might unleash a slap for some mysterious reason, but it never materialized. Instead, a gentle smile graced Y/N's face as she extended her clenched fist toward him, gesturing for him to open his palm. Uncertain, Matz glanced at Yeosang for approval, receiving a nod. With hesitation, Matz reached out, and Y/N placed a bohemian hanging accessory in his hand. It was a token she had safeguarded, and now the time had come to return it to its rightful owner.

"Where did you find it?" Matz inquired. "I had lost it..."

"12 years ago," Y/N finished his sentence. "And I held onto it until now."

Matz attempted to return the item to her. "It's okay; you should keep it. You've kept it for so long."

Shaking her head, Y/N declined. "No, it's time for me to let it go, I had kept it for longer." She briefly glanced at Yeosang before returning her gaze to Matz. "After all, it was never mine."

Y/N had moved forward, emerging from a profound slumber filled with dreams from the books she'd read, escaping the grasp of reality. But that was in the past now; she was awake and prepared to embark on her actual life, cherishing only the face she wished to hold in her memory. No solace was found in silent things; instead, her sanctuary was in Yeosang, and she was eager to embrace reality alongside him.

[arsonwizard]

Can we have a snippet from each of your untitled documents, hehe

TUMBLR KEPT EATING THIS my snippets were too strong

“What is this?” He asked. “It’s a shield charm,” Neirin explained, “It’s got the Dark Lantern’s rune on it. It helps them protect you when you’re traveling.” “The Dark Lantern lived like, five hundred years ago though.” Kavero said from behind them. He was laying down on the bench on the other side of theirs. Neirin shifted and turned towards him to argue, and Avyn rolled his eyes and slipped on the pendant. “So? They’re a paladin, that’s not exactly a problem for them.” “At this point, the paladins aren’t much different than a superstition.” “What, so you don’t want this bracelet I made you?” Neirin mock-huffed. There was a shuffling sound as Kavero sat up. “I didn’t say that!” “You made these?” Avyn asked, surprised and touched. Neirin hummed a yes. “My mom would always make them for my family,” she explained, “Since we’re all always traveling.” “Oh.” “You have one too, right?” Kavero asked. “I thought it was just a superstition,” Neirin teased. “I didn’t say that!” Kavero waved his hands around exaggeratedly in a way that Avyn could see. “And just because something’s a superstition doesn’t mean there's nothing there. I mean, that is kind of our whole job.” “That’s fair,” Neirin said. “Speaking of our job, we need to go back to the library,” Avyn said. “I need you to cross reference something I found on that last cassette.”

(^ the lore in this one is a little outdated but i love the small character details in this)

In a very smooth motion, Myana braked, twirled, and slid into the spot next to Moth. They looked up at her approach and looked impressed at her maneuver. Myana was mostly surprised it had worked that well. They made eye contact. It was brief, but Moth was wearing their glasses and the glamor was in place, giving them normal eyes and ears, and it was always a little jarring. “Sup?” Myana said, and immediately wished she had said something cooler, like, what’s a kid like you doing hanging around in a place like this? Actually, quoting old movies might be worse. Maybe a joke? She couldn’t think of any jokes, except the really dumb ones about skeletons. Moth lifted up their book, it was a textbook on medical terminology. “Studying.” “Nerd.” They rolled their eyes, “Says the one who wrote an essay on spell structure for fun.” “I’m still writing it, actually,” She said. “Nerd.” Myana stuck out her tongue, “Whatever, check this out.”

(they are nerd4nerd)

Four weeks later, Lyslani stared down at a dead fly. It buzzed, trying to take off. She put her head in her hands, and it stopped. It was becoming more frequent. ‘It’ being her accidental necromancy. She was in the mess hall, which consisted of three long rows of plastic picnic tables and a busted air conditioner. It was one of the only areas where free talk was allowed, and friendly chatter filled the room. She liked the background noise, even though she rarely joined in. Lyslani tapped the knife in her pocket in thought. The miasma stirred, and then whispered, Control is never found in confinement. That was strange, it’s advice was almost always rather… bloodthirsty. It helpfully added, When you master control, you will have your enemies choking on their own blood should they defy you. Yeah, like that.

“No, I want to get my ears pierced!” Robin insisted. “Oh,” Lake said. He had kind of thought Mom had pushed Robin into it. “Are you scared of the needle?” he asked. Robin looked a little embarrassed, but she nodded. “And you really do want your ears pierced?” She nodded again. Lake considered this. He jumped up from the bench, and turned to give Robin a hand. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, “let’s do it together!” She looked interested. “Together? We’ll match!”

PHIN holds up his DAGGER, False Bravado. PHIN: What do you THINK I’m doing? I’m figuring out how to kick your guyses asses, obviously. Bandit2 steps forwards, MENACINGLY B2: How cute, and how is that going? PHIN: It’s great, thanks for asking! PHIN: you guys are morons that attack a town in broad daylight with only like fifteen people, so this is going to be pretty easy. PHIN: Your guyses strategist must be an idiot. B2 Looks annoyed. B2 is wearing a PATCH or a BADGE that says, like, WORLDS BEST STRATEGIST. B2 LUNGES at PHIN with her SWORD PHIN: EEP!

(I lied, that last one was Guiding Light, not Ignite the Moon. Wrong Folder)

Thanks for letting me post these! They probably wouldn't've seen the light of day otherwise haha