#like weird studies they tried to do to show that 'girls who get ears pierced early are more likely to join gangs/do drugs'
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same anon as prev - not trying to argue because I do agree with what you're saying, especially about the reversibility if the kid chooses, but to clarify my point: the difference between [everything is done to babies without their consent] and [ear piercing] is that the latter 1. is more overtly cosmetic/decorative, and more unnecessary, than feeding or clothing them, and 2. occurs along gendered lines, which makes visible a host of other concerns (how frequently do parents pierce AMAB babies' ears? in what ways does piercing act as an expression of a baby's assigned gender, and what is that reflecting about societal gender norms as a whole? → getting into the expectations placed on fem-presenting people). again, I agree that the ear piercing itself is not a big deal, but it's an interesting site for interrogation of bigger shit. sorry for the long message and thanks for reading
yeah the food one was definitely a bad example, but with clothes i moreso meant when it comes to like. "fancy clothes" made purely for aesthetic reasons.
one thing i think should be noted is that ear piercing for infants is not always cosmetic, even if it commonly is: it's a common ritualistic practice in several religions and cultures, hinduism being one of them.
however i do like the point you brought up about how it occurs strongly on gendered lines and enforces specific expectations on girls, i hadnt considered that angle before and that is a very good point. thanks for the message!
#mosts#asks#also dont apologize for sending a long ask i like to have discussions about things and even if ur arguing w me i welcome it#and im also not MAD at anyone who argues w me (unless ur being like a bigot or something crazy)#the original intent of my post was laser focused on white women who fearmonger abt ear piercings#like weird studies they tried to do to show that 'girls who get ears pierced early are more likely to join gangs/do drugs'#which. just blatant racism/classism and its what got me fired up#but you presented a different perspective that i do think is important#ultimately i dont think ear piercing is a big deal like u said but who its performed on and why is an important thing to question
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Frozen Camera
I watched Rise of the Guardians and fell in love with Jack Frost because he is my baby. Anyway here is something I just whipped up and I know it's bad but I needed to so it to ease my mind.
I hate studying, I really do. My mind tries to focus but it drifts into dreamland. Dreaming of the impossible. Fighting dragons, ruling a kingdom….....finding true love. But enough about that. To relax a little, I decided to go read a book outside. Since it was Christmas time, I picked up the story about all the different kinds of Christmas characters. It was night time so I made sure to bring some blankets out. As I stepped outside on my back porch, coldness engulfed me. My porch was spacious with lawn chairs and a brick pillar on the side that leads into the grass. Oh, how beautiful it was. Christmas lights dance around my neighbors backyards across the lake connecting them. Lights from blue and white to red and green. The fountain was still going as the wind danced through it. I sat down in order to enjoy reading a bit into my novel. This section was about the famous Jack Frost to whom I believed in when I was a little kid. But not anymore since I am a junior in high school. About 10 mins into my book, I absentmindedly start singing a famous Christmas Carol.
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
I heard distant barking of dogs nearby which was normal. And the rustle of plants that were caused by the wind.
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joyI
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
All of a sudden, my ears perk up at this crinkle or a sound of frost covering something. Like a tingling sound of some sort. I looked around and saw one of my security cameras had frost covering the lens.
“That's weird,” I muttered to myself as I stood up, set my book down and walked toward the camera. Over the lens it looked blueish with little snowflakes covering it. My curiosity got the best of me so I decided to go inside and get a ladder. (The camera was on the ceiling). I got the ladder from the garage and walked back outside. I opened it and climbed all the way to the top. I looked closely at the camera and scratched the frost off of it. Somehow, the frost just would not come off.
“OH GOS-,” suddenly I lost my balance and was headed toward the ground.
“Gotcha,” I was caught by someone who was levitating off of the ground and wrapped my arms around this persons neck. It seemed to be a boy around my age who had piercing blue eyes and platinum blond hair. His skin was pale white and freezing for that matter. His dazzling white teeth showed as he smiled lovingly at me. My goodness was he handsome.
“Woah…” I was too starstruck to even comprehend what was happening.
“Lost your balance, there sweetheart,” the mysterious man said.
“You-your-you…”
“Jack Frost is the name,” he said as he lowered me to the ground.
“Oh my goodness.. It's really you,”
“Of course it's me, alive and in person.” His smile…. Is so…..loving. I finally got a good look at him and he was wearing a blue hoodie with some light brown pants. He was indeed barefoot as he was Jack Frost.
Oh my gosh. OH MY GOSH The Jack Frost in front of ME!!!
“And what might your name be pretty girl,”
Pretty girl…. I flushed deeply at that. I smiled sheepishly as I introduced myself.
“(Y/N) (L/N) at your service,” as I extended my hand out for him to shake.
He shook it softly and his hands were beyond freezing.
“Wait, what are you doing here?” I was so puzzled as to why he was here. It was December right, but it does not even snow over here.
“Oh.. Well…” he walked around with his staff tapping the bird bath with it and it froze solid.
“I got quite bored while I was patrolling so I decided to fly across a random area where I found a beautiful singing voice in this very backyard.”
As if I could ever be more redder, my face would be a tomato.
“What were you doing out here,” he said as he pointed his staff at me.
I gently pushed his staff out of my face and raised an eyebrow.
“Well, It is my backyard” I started to walk around him.
“But if you want to know, I was reading a book.”
“Oh… interesting”
“Y’know, you have a very nice backyard,” he stated as he walked around and faced the lake.
“And a very nice show you get to watch.”
I giggled lightly at that.
“Oh yes, Christmas is the best time of the year when I get to sit outside in the cold and light a fire. I see all the Christmas lights in their glory.” I smiled at last night's occurrence which was just like how I described.
“Well, isn’t that nice,” he said as he gazed at me.
All of a sudden I hear this ringing noise that sounds jolly. Jack takes a small device out of his hand and looks very disappointed. He verbally groans.
“Wish I could stay, but Santa needs me.”
“You mean North,” I say out of the blue
“Wait how do you-”
“Jack,” I giggle a little,
“Might want to go see him” I say as I step in front of him pointing at the device smiling.
He smiles as he is about to fly away.
“Wait!” I put a hand up signaling him to not go yet.
“Will I ever see you again?”
“I’ll make sure I will see you again, snowflake.” He says as he takes my hand and kisses it with his cold yet soft lips.
I smile and yet again, I flush at the nickname.
He then flies away and I am left alone outside. I walk back to the camera and see that the frost has disappeared. I smile as I walk back inside. I gaze back out across the lake where I think of the many events that Jack Frost will show me.
thinking on a part two maybe or a milti series thing idk yet lol
I have to get back to studying though
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Galatea
Yandere(?) Albedo x gn!reader
Wordcount: 2410
CW: Panic attacks, hallucinations, slight dehumanization.
...and his creation was so beautiful: silent and non judgemental, pure and demure, it would endure any of his whims of love and passion.
Albedo looks calm as usual as he scoops the honey from the beehive, even though he doesn’t wear any protection; Bees are angrily buzzing nearby, but otherwise not attacking him. It would look strange to you if you didn’t know the answer: insects are not real. The alchemist created them, turning pure slabs of carbon, water and organic matter into tiny fuzzy bodies, as you watched the scene with wide eyes, one moment and a non-living becomes living. He commented on the whole process and while you tried your best to listen to him there were so many scientific terms and jargons in his speech that after some time you zoned out, preferring to observe the birth of insects instead.
There are bones and flesh and organs growing and fusing together. They writhe and convulse as blood starts to fill them. Whose body is it?
“Is this for examination too?”, you remember that Albedo was collecting honey several days ago, albeit in much lesser quantities, and when you asked what the alchemist was doing, he said it was for comparative analysis.
“Well, you could say that” alchemist looks at the full jar and closes the lid, “Previous analysis showed that this honey has the same compounds as the natural one in the same proportions and isn’t dangerous for consumption”. You nod, urging him to continue - even though Albedo isn’t the chattiest person, you noticed how talkative he becomes when you ask him for explanations.
“Smell and taste are usually dependent on the composition, but there is always a place for exceptions, so I decided to conduct another experiment, one that needs your help”
You raise eyebrows - alchemist, despite actually enjoying your company, usually didn’t disclose much of his work :“Is that so? How can I help?”
Small smile appears on his lips, subtle and controlled, “I want you to taste it”. He looks happy.
You have seen that smile long before. You can’t remember where.
You hate sweets, but there's something stopping you from declining. It's bone-deep and chilling, woven into every fiber of your flesh. You can’t get out the needed words, even if you wanted, with your lips somehow shutting tight at the mere thought. There's something stopping you from saying "no" to Albedo and you assume it's gratitude.
***
The honey turns out to be as sickly sweet as the one from the real bees. You frown, as you take another sip of tea, trying to wash down the saccharine taste from the tongue. Albedo sits in front of you and scribes something in his notebook, throwing occasional glances at you from time to time.
“It seems that we’ll need to keep this secret from Klee” you muse, no longer tasting the nectar on your tongue.
“Why so?” he asks, still writing - his handwriting is too small for you to see from this distance. You could stretch your neck to have a better glimpse, but it would be rude to do, so you refrain, curiosity still nipping at you.
“Well, you know what a big sweet tooth she is, and if she learns that your bees don’t sting...”
“But they do sting, just not me”.
“Why?”
“Bees were created with my will, so they just can’t. It’s against the nature of alchemical creation to oppose its creator”
You hum, processing the new information and guessing how far he would teach you that in your own alchemy lessons. You are far behind Sucrose or Timaeus in your studies, still stuck on basics, but Kreideprinz doesn't look displeased or bored with you. In contrast, mentoring you is something he really likes, judging by the rare smiles he allows himself to show. He proposed to teach you one day and you couldn't find it in yourself to turn him down.
You thought it was strange at first how the recluse seemed to favour you, but then as you familiarized yourself with a man you realized that he liked all things unseen and unheard before and your selective amnesia must be the one.
There are large gaps in your memory, but you can remember some small moments - peeking into a cave and plunging deeper into a forest out of curiosity, spending hours in the library, completely captivated by the book before you, feeling satisfied from finally solving an advanced math problem.
None of the memories include people.
It's an identity forming memories, Albedo theorized when you shared your concerns, experiences shape who we are, [First], and maybe that's why you retained them, they define you.
Were you as reclusive as him then?
A bit later you see what Albedo was drawing: a familiar bird and decapitated head. You are disturbed - how does he know my dreams?
***
Mondstadtians are weird, it’s the first time you leave Albedo’s lab and side, deciding to take a quick stroll around the city and look around. Some look at you with wide eyes, as if you just grew a second head before their eyes, some shamelessly whisper things to each other.
The knight that was assigned to look after you for the duration of the walk is no better than them. He also treats you like some sort of oddity, with all that persistent glances and hesitancy to interact with you.
What kind of person old you were to prompt such a reaction?
Walking along the streets of the city you can't remember any of it. Books that mentioned amnesia and other memory related issues stated that visiting once familiar places can help with overall recollection. Walking along the streets of the city you can't recollect any of it, memories slipping past your fingers like water.
You can’t remember the blue cloudless sky above, or the deep clear lake of the same shade or the gentlest breezes playing with your hair. You can’t recall the bright red roof tiles, or the giant windmills that dwarf other buildings, or the statue of the anemo archont overseeing the city. You can't think of once being among the other idle citizens, of praying and worshipping Barbatos, of participating in the windtrace or Ludi Harpastum. There’s emptiness where a familiarity should be, a dull ache rotting and festering at the back of your mind - I don’t belong here, I never did.
You don’t feel like a part of Mondstadt, not even a single part of you does. There’s an invisible yet unbreakable wall separating you from other people. You can smile and chat and be all polite and nice, yet there’s always a certain coldness and caution others treat you with. You want to be both accepted and left alone, feel loved yet be distant enough to avoid any emotional hurt.
Of course, there are people who managed to get close to you - Albedo and Klee, with the former one being your official caretaker and mentor and the latter being as bright as the Sun, you doubt there’s anyone that couldn’t fall under little girl’s charms, except acting Grandmaster Jean.
That must be why you act so warm towards them, why you decide to bare your soul and feelings towards them, no matter how scary it can be. That’s why you play with Klee, engaging her in less destructive entertainment than the fish blasting and that is why you never refuse Albedo in any of his requests, be it a quick walk on a sunny day or assistance in his experiments.
***
A familiar dream.
You see a giant owl, it's yellow eyes piercing right through you. It's a majestic creature, with snow white fluffy feathers and razor sharp talons. Bird looks at you with all knowing eyes, and then spreads its wings, soundlessly flying in your direction. You dodge it, still marvelling at its grace, as the bird continues its way to the giant head laying behind you.
You turn back still tracing the bird's flight, eyes then turning to the bodiless head. It has the face of an aged man with wise eyes, it's lips move silently chanting. There's something hypnotizing in the chant - listen to me and you will now, listen to me and I will tell you, listen to me and you will learn things that he doesn’t want you to know.
You take a step, hand outstretched to touch it. It burns your skin, and the world around you darkens, all sounds stop and soon enough darkness consumes the bodiless head too, leaving you all alone.
A memory comes.
You're absolutely naked and shivering with Albedo hovering above you. He says something but you can’t understand the words, liquid(?) in your eyes and ears. You hear Sucrose and Timaeus in the background too and how excited they sound.
You turn your head, catching the sight of slabs of pure carbon, bottles of water, pieces of lime and ammonia solution and the rest of organic and inorganic matter lying around you.
There are no thoughts and feelings - you are nothing but an empty vessel that needs to be filled.
"Timaeus, bring the blanket" It's Albedo's voice, “Sucrose, check.. [First]’s temperature. I will observe them”
“[First]?”
“It’s a fitting name”
The memory ends. You wake up.
***
You wake up to Albedo sitting near your bed. It's not a rare occurrence with him frequently checking up on your health, but the memories of previous dreams make you almost jump when you see his silhouette again.
"Uhm, hello?" you still sound husky from sleep.
"Apologies for coming here, I heard your whimpers and decided to check if everything was alright". His face looks as impassive as ever, but there's a concerned tone in his voice. He must be extremely worried then.
"I..” you start but then trail off, unsure what to say. Is the revelation that you dreamt even true? Aside from the strange coincidence and sense of isolation that loomed over you, becoming a bit unbearable with each day, you had nothing to prove your nonsensical conclusion: you are not real.
“I saw a dream, of me lying among the lime and carbon and water” Albedo gives you an intense stare, eyes and expression completely unreadable: “it wasn’t just a dream, was it?”
A moment passes and then another and you feel even more stupid with each second to just come to that conclusion, not to mention saying it outloud. And then the most unexpected thing happens: Albedo nods.
“Yes, yes it happened to you” he suddenly sounds tired, as if he admitted a dark, dark secret, that it arguably is. A shock goes through you, as you start to gasp for air - it’s one thing to speculate and guess, it’s completely different to hear a confirmation.
You can’t exactly remember what happens next - you think you broke down right there and then, as alchemist awkwardly tried to comfort you. He was explaining how and why he created you - he thought that your creation would give him answers he was looking for, solve his internal conflict, and then he started to wonder how different artificial life is from the natural one and that’s why he decided to give you memories.
It was hard at first, he says, to push back the existing ones back and replace them with new. Make you believe that you were born too. Memories were his favourite thing to do, he had a theory you see, that people are majorly products of their environment, and he wanted to prove that with you. That’s why he decided to mold you into a person with traits he usually finds valuable.
In the end you found yourself nursing a hot tea mug with a few drops of calming concoction dissolved in it. Albedo is lingering around in his own disquieted fashion, as you rethink your whole life - can it even be called a life anymore?
You glance at the alchemist fretting around you, frowning, and unsure what to do, the warmth and happiness you felt upon seeing him replaced by disappointment and confusion. Albedo isn't the one who you thought him to be, Archons, you're not the one who you thought yourself to be!
Suddenly the way all others interacted you became crystal clear - they treated you like oddity because you were one. You remember Klee and how she always seemed to love calling you her "bestest special friend". No way they don't know of your origin. No way they will ever treat you like a person.
There's an ache when you think about Klee also turning away from you; She is a sunshine personified right now, spreading her kindness and enthusiasm without even trying, but who knows what will happen once she grows up, will she have a problem with her peers because of you, or she'll adopt the general public's opinion of you? The thought is almost enough to send you into a crying fit again. You want to run far away.
"I want to travel" you finally say, there's no way you can integrate into society when everyone knows what you are and will always see it before who you are. You want to run away and start anew somewhere far, so the rumors will never reach that place and no one will look at you with that wide eyed stare again. You say what you think about this whole situation.
"Please, don't" he says and you of course stop, legs no longer listening to you, "I understand you are distressed right now, but running away isn't the solution"
"But I will never be able to truly connect with anyone, they know it, of my birth, right? The whole city knows about it, right?"
"I know that you want to feel loved, I… We are the same - before your creation I felt the same loneliness, I couldn't bond with anyone save for Klee, but interacting with you was far more pleasant than expected. Relationships are needlessly tiring and I never understood why people focused on them so much, yet now, looking at you I can understand them. I love you, [First], you are perfect".
You still again, now stunted by his words and sudden love confession. It's all so sudden and strange and confusing and you are too tired and too shocked to deal with this, so you decide to distance yourself. "I can't love you in return"
"But you will"
"Why do you think that?"
"It's against your nature to oppose me in anything"
Note: Galatea is an ivory statue created by Pygmalion, who later fell in love with it. The head in reader's dream is decapitated Mimir, a figure in Norse mythology who is known for his knowledge and wisdom. His decapitated head was reciting secret knowledge and giving counsel to Odin.
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Bakugou HC
We know canonically Bakugou is a good pickpocket (chapter 219). Bakusquad learns about it (and some more) gradually.
(It turned out to be long af and drabble-ish, but it’s basically fluffy Bakusquad shenanigans with Bakugou being talented in yet another field.)
It starts with Kaminari who wants to mess with Bakugou a little. They’re studying in Bakugou’s room, but Kaminari is exhausted and wants a break, so he steals the pen Bakugou marks their mistakes with that is currently laying on the table — alone and unprotected, easy prey. Bakugou is distracted at the moment, he’s explaining something to Sero once again. Kaminari hides the pen in the pocket of his hoodie and shoots a smile at Ashido who’s also low-key dying and has asked for break at least three times already.
“Okay, Sparky, your turn,” Bakugou says and Kaminari slides him his worksheet on the table, and then finally looks at him with an innocent face-
-and sees Bakugou marking all of Kaminari’s errors with the exact same pen he did it all this time. Kaminari checks his pockets frantically, but they’re empty.
“Something’s wrong, Sparky?” Bakugou asks in a daring tone not even sparing him a glance. Kaminari just shakes his head, blurting out one nervous “no!”. It’s too nervous to pretend nothing happened, but Sero is too engrossed in correcting his mistakes and Kirishima looks like he’s fully focused on the textbook but while his body is here, his mind is probably fifty thousand miles away, so only Ashido actually notices.
She’s the next one to try to stea- to borrow something without asking from Blasty. She wants to see if it were Kaminari who messed up or if it’s the case of Bakugou being insanely good at something once again. Honestly, is there anything this guy can’t do? So, she decides to kill two birds with one stone. She has an agenda of stealing clothes from her boys to wear them, but she didn’t try to take Bakugou’s clothes yet. It’s a good opportunity to do so.
She sneaks into his room one day, right after school when barely anyone is back in the dorms yet; the excuse of organizing a movie night later at the tip of her tongue if for some reason Bakugou is already in his room. She’s lucky though, because when she enters his room, it’s empty. She opens his closet, pulls out a black hoodie with some band logo on it — it’s the softest one he has, she knows — and she’s about to put it on and leave, when the doors to Bakugou’s room open and Bakugou himself enters. She hides the hoodie behind her back.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Bakugou demands, opening the closet and pulling something out of it. Ashido laughs nervously and avoids looking him in the eye. In this brief second she did, she felt like his piercing gaze reached her soul. She starts to babble — how she was looking for him and about the movie night, it would be great if he joined them — while he goes to the bathroom to change from his school uniform. When he opens the bathroom doors, he’s wearing black hoodie with some band logo on it, the softest Bakugou owns.
Wait.
“Wha-” Ashido checks her hands and sees a dark red jacket she’s not sure she’s ever seen before.
“I’m not gonna be an easy target like Shitty Hair or Tape Face. If you want to have my hoodie, you have to put some fucking effort into it. Now get the fuck out of my room.”
Ashido leaves.
Kirishima and Sero know because Ashido barged into Kaminari’s room, when they were playing video games together. She tells them everything. Kirishima isn’t exactly surprised, his bro is amazing after all.
Kaminari decides they should test it. See if there is something they can steal from Bakugou and have him not notice it. Ashido agrees eagerly. Sero shrugs, says he will help if he can, but mostly will be there as a witness. And a reporter, kind of, with his phone always ready to snap a photo or record a video. Kirishima isn’t sure if it’s a good idea — mostly because stealing isn’t manly — but the rest convince him, arguing that they don’t actually want to steal anything from Bakugou, just tease him, mess with him a little- The point is they don’t have any malicious intent, just want to have some harmless fun and judging from Bakugou’s reaction when Ashido tried to steal his hoodie, he knows it and already treats it as a challenge. So yeah, Kirishima agrees in the end, sue him.
The problem is, Bakugou is insanely good at it. He notices every time and it’s almost scary — whenever one of them have their hands on something belonging to Bakugou and are ready to present it to the rest of the squad, it turns out he already pickpocketed it back. He’s quick, and subtle, and efficient, and although two of these things are normal for him, Bakugou being subtle is somewhat surreal. They don’t really give up, but they stop focusing on it. They try to gain the element of surprise back, so they have to stop for a while. Lull Bakugou into a false sense of security.
They are kinda taken aback though, when Bakugou uses his skills out of his own initiative instead of as a mean to get his stuff back.
They’re sitting in cafeteria during lunch break, and Kirishima gets a text that makes his face as red as his hair in a matter of a second. It doesn’t go unnoticed by his friends.
“Who are you texting? You’ve got a crush on someone? Did they agree to a date?” Ashido floods him with questions, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Kaminari and Sero join the teasing, so Kirishima blurts out hurriedly:
“No! My mom was cleaning our attic and found a photo album from my childhood. She just sent me an embarrassing photo.” He hopes it will calm them down. He forgets one thing.
“Show me!”
“C’mon dude!”
His friends are a pain in the ass, all of them.
“No way!” he screams and tries to keep his phone out of his friends’ reach. He picks up his bag, hides his phone inside, zips the bag and holds it close, as if it was his most precious possession. It kind of is in this particular moment.
“Please, bro. I swear I won’t laugh.”
Kirishima knows it’s a lie. He refuses, stares down at Ashido and Kaminari and Sero (the traitor. Kirishima didn’t expect anything else from Ashido and Kaminari, but Sero? He trusted him) and refuses to give in to their puppy eyes. It’s tough, he’s gotta admit it. And then…. And then he hears Bakugou’s voice.
“I thought it would be something more scandalous given your reaction, Shitty Hair.”
No. He didn’t.
Except he absolutely did.
Kirishima glances, panicked, at Bakugou holding Kirishima’s phone in his hand.
“It’s not that bad, don’t be a pussy.” Bakugou rolls his eyes and puts Kirishima’s phone on the table - closest to Kirishima but not out of Kaminari’s reach. Kirishima sees this little smirk on Bakugou’s face that Bakugou always wears when they manage to convince him to some shenanigans he won’t admit out loud he enjoyed. Kirishima knows Bakugou will use his skills more often, now.
They created a monster.
Luckily Bakugou doesn’t really use his powers for evil. Well, he doesn’t use it for evil on Sero, just on Kaminari, Ashido and sometimes Kirishima, and for Sero it’s enough actually. The number of times it happened doesn’t mean they know everything about his skills though, Sero discovers one day. It should be obvious in hindsight, but Bakugou has this weird talent where whatever he does, whatever new thing you get to know about him, you’re both surprised and not at all, at the same time.
They’re doing groceries together, and they’re getting back to the dorms already, when a villain attack happens. The villain in question isn’t really strong, luckily, but has some weird teleporting quirk that moves random people to random places. They help the hero who arrived at the scene and once the villain is arrested, the hero asks them to stay here a bit longer and help people who weren’t hit with the teleporting quirk find their friends and family. More specifically help some kids, who can’t find their parents now. More specifically Sero and Bakugou are supposed to babysit the kids until the hero and his sidekicks find the missing parents.
Sero sees Bakugou frown but he doesn’t argue. Sero knows kids aren’t exactly Bakugou’s forte, especially not crying kids, so he tries his best to calm them down quickly. It’s not that easy. Sero sees Bakugou’s hand sparkle with mini-explosions. It doesn’t really calm the kids down either.
Finally, Bakugou snaps and points at a little girl with a witch hat on her head and a dark blue cape with yellow stars on it on her shoulders.
“Will you shut up if I show you a magic trick?”
The girl doesn’t look even a little bit calmer, but she hesitantly nods her head nonetheless, her lips still trembling and tears still streaming down her cheeks. Bakugou’s roar, although scaring some kids more (or, like, again; Sero actually made them stop crying and it’s all for nothing now, thanks Bakugou), brings all the kids’ attention to Bakugou. He kneels on the ground and shows his little audience that his hands are empty, then proceeds to pull a coin out off the witch girl’s ear. He shows the coin to all the kids, rotates it holding it with his index finger and his thumb, then closes his palm into a fist. When he opens his palm once again, there are two coins — between his index and middle finger, and between his middle and ring finger. He closes his palm into a fist one more time, and when he opens it, it’s empty again. The kids gasp.
“Your other hand!” one kid exclaims.
“Clever little shit,” Bakugou grins, “You thought you’re so smart, huh? Well, not this time.” He shows the other hand too; both are equally empty.
“Once more!” one kid demands.
“Once more!” the Clever Little Shit agrees.
“Once more! Once more!” the witch girl starts to chant. Other kids join her.
“Fine,” Bakugou says, then pulls out the coin again. He moves it on his fingers, throws it in the air, then catches it in his fist. Once he opens his palm, there are three coins, all between his fingers, minus his thumb. He closes his fist again and once he opens it, it’s empty once more. He looks at all the kids, then at Sero.
“Yo, Tape Face, check your pocket.”
There’s no way, is there?
Sero swears if there are coins in his pocket, he’ll start Bakugou’s fanclub. He’ll build him a shrine, because apparently Bakugou’s not entirely human.
His pockets are empty. Kids moan with disappointment (and to be honest Sero doesn’t know himself if he’s more disappointed or relieved he doesn’t have to build the shrine after all), but Bakugou’s not deterred.
“Well, then maybe you check under your hat, brat,” he addresses the witch girl. She looks at him with doubt but also with hope and takes her hat off.
A dozen of coins fall to the ground. Kids scream — excited, full of awe. Bakugou gathers all the coins from the ground, closes them in both of his cupped hands and shakes them.
“Blow,” he says to the Clever Little Shit. Clever Little Shit does as he’s told and Bakugou opens his palms. There are candies in his palms, the ones that Hagakure likes and of which they got three packages earlier, because she asked. Kids squeal, gather around Bakugou, each takes one candy and there is just excited chatter, no wails for lost parents anymore. Bakugou shows one more magic trick before the hero and his sidekicks appear with the kids’ parents.
The police takes Sero and Bakugou to leave their testimonies, and they’re finally free to go.
“So. Magic tricks,” Sero starts, once they’re on their way to dorms again.
“Shut up.”
“No, dude, wait! It was so cool! You should do it more often.”
Bakugou only grunts something that sounds like “fuck off, I’ll do what I want”. Sero knows Bakugou’s just abashed, because there wasn’t any of his usual bite. He smiles.
He has to tell the rest of the Bakusquad all about it.
Their class gets to know how skilled Bakugou is when one evening they’re all sitting in the common room and Bakugou wants to go to sleep but his friends want him to stay for a movie night. Or, at least one movie. They all deserve a break after a long week full of surprise quizzes! The rest of the class tries to respectfully convince him too, some tell him to “live a little” but before Iida, as the responsible class prez he is, manages to tell everyone that they should respect Bakugou’s opinion instead of flooding him with silly reasonings, Bakugou pulls out a sheet of paper, writes “all the fucks I give” on it, shows it to the whole class (they’re all quiet now, curious what he’ll do, although half sure he will just explode it), then proceeds to make it disappear in a true illusionist fashion.
Some of their classmates lose their shit, some stare in awe, some in shock. Midoriya smiles this soft smile of his, with stars sparkling in his eyes.
#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bakugousource#apparently only 5 first tags count for the search function on tumblr so i think i'm good now#it'll sound silly given it's my own hc but it's my general tags for hcs okay?#hc accepted#bnha
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S3 11 | Anchors
BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE | MIATCHEMBER | KO-FI
Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall
Word count: 4442
Warnings: Mentions of injuries, blood, car accidets, murder, death, sweating (always), etc.
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STILES POV
Light streaks were hitting my face, making me groan. I tried to cover them with my hands, but it seemed like the light could pierce through my skin.
Softly letting my eyes open, I felt my swallow breath. I was inside a locker, and I didn't know what had happened for me to end like this. My mind rapidly went to Scott, was he alright? Did the supernatural come back? I just couldn't remember what had happened for me to end in such a situation. And what about Y/N?
I hit the door, trying to get it open. My breathing became even more accelerated as the door didn't budge. Finally, after using as much strength as I could, I freed myself from the confined space, just to notice that I was in the locker room at school. What was I doing here?
Everything was dark, and as I glanced down at my feet, I noticed that I was barefoot. Then, my eyes slowly went up. I was in my pyjamas.
Coming out of the locker room, I couldn't help but be wary, afraid to be attacked by some beast. At the end of the corridor, I saw an open door, which seemed to have light.
While going inside the room, everything seemed to be a mess. Chairs and tables were laying on the floor, in positions that weren't ordinary. But my heart beat even faster as I saw the Nemeton in the middle of the room. I slowly placed my hand on it just to be caught by branches.
I gasped, sitting down on my bed. It was just a nightmare. I was safe in the confines of my bedroom. I was safe. Everyone was safe.
"You okay?" A familiar voice asked me, and I quickly turned around. Her hand landed on my bicep, squeezing it gently. "Stiles?"
"Yeah," I tried to steady my breathing. "I was just dreaming." I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds. "I was just dreaming. It was weird. It was like a dream within a dream."
"A nightmare?" I placed my hand on top of hers, not daring to look at my girlfriend as she would get worried about me.
"Yeah." I sighed. "Wait a second, Y/N." I glanced at her, noticing a big smile on her face. "What are you doing here? I dropped you home last night." I hear the crack of the door, rapidly examining it as it opened. "Hang on."
"Stiles, where are you going?"
"I'm just gonna close the door." My gaze didn't shift from the door, and for some reason, it made me feel dizzy.
"Just come to bed, baby." Not even the pet name I loved to hear made me turn around.
"No, no, I should close it." I was in a trance as I walked closer, taking small steps.
"Don't worry about it." Her voice seemed to warn me, begging me to go back to bed.
I shook my head, tasting the sweat that was now running over my lips. "What if someone comes in?"
"Like who?" She didn't move from the bed. "Just go back to sleep, Stiles." I was standing now in front of the door. "Stiles, just leave it. Please. Stiles." My left hand reached to touch the knob. "Stiles, come back to bed. Stiles." I gripped the handle, quickly turning it and opening the door. "Please. Don't, Stiles. Don't!" She was yelling so loud that my heart was breaking, but I didn't listen to her. I couldn't. "Don't go in there, please, don't. Please, Stiles, don't!" I did. I walked through the darkness.
But soon, the darkness became more than one blinding light. My body shivered as the wind hit my bare arms. I was underdressed to be at the-. Where was I? Lacrosse field, why?
"Okay," My breathing became uneven. "It's a dream. This is just a dream. It's just a dream, get it out of your head, Stiles." I talked to myself. "You're dreaming. All right? So, wake up, Stiles." I couldn't breathe properly, and the tears invaded me as I was terrified. I hit my head repeatedly. "Wake up, Stiles. Wake up!"
"Stiles?" I turned around, seeing Y/N again. Why was she on the lacrosse field.
"W-What are you doing here?" I wandered to her, confused by the situation. I extended my arms, cautiously, trying to make sure that it was her. I sighed in relief as she came into my arms, embracing me. Her body was shaking.
"I don't know." She swallowed, glancing around to move her gaze to me. "I was home, and then I was here." She shivered, and I quickly rubbed her bare arms.
"Okay," I tried to calm myself down. "Let's go home, okay?" I placed my hand on her lower back, encouraging her to walk with me.
"My dream was scary," She stopped walking, and I felt so broken as soon as tears started rolling down her cheeks. "Y-You were there, and you tried to kill me, Stiles." She was loudly weeping.
"It was just a nightmare, baby." I grabbed her cheeks. "I would never do that to you. I would kill whoever comes near you."
"But you did, Stiles." She moved away from my hands. "You tried to kill me!" She screamed so loud that my ears started vibrating. "You tried to kill me!" It became even louder. "So I will kill you first." She showed me her hands. She was gripping a shiny knife, and before I could do something, she repeatedly stabbed me in the chest, wickedly smirking.
I shouted as loud as I could. Hardly noticing how my dad came into the room, hugging me from behind and trying to calm me down. However, I couldn't stop screaming.
"Mmmh," My mouth was watering. My elbows resting on top of the counter as I glanced at the food Melissa was preparing. "Smells so good."
She glanced at me, smiling. "Hopefully, it tastes good too." She chuckled. "I'm not a good chef." Due to her shifts at the hospital, I had learnt that she hardly ever cooked, preferring to order food.
"Well, if it tastes as good as it smells, you will have to change your shift to cook more often." I grinned while she laughed.
"I don't think so." Shaking her head, she stirred the vegetables. "Ugh, I think Scott left the grocery bags on the living room. Can you bring them here?"
I started walking towards the living room, not taking my eyes from her. "Not surprised my dear brother is so distracted." As I heard her laugh, I decided to look to the front, not wanting to hit any furniture. But there weren't any, because I was in the middle of a field. "M-mama McCall?" I called, even though I knew she wasn't there.
Everything was dark, and the moon seemed to laugh at me. I could see its reflection on the surface of a lake. I leisurely walked towards it, confused. My eyes were focused on the water, as I thought I saw something moving inside it. Bubbles were coming up, and as I tilted my head to the side, a hand came from underwater, seizing me by the neck.
I gasped, grabbing the flaky hand with both of my hands, trying to lessen the grip around my throat. But the only thing that happened was me getting farther from the ground.
A giant monster who reminded me of the Kanima was holding me up from my neck. And as I peered down, I was at least fifteen meters away from the ground.
His enormous green eyes studied me. He opened his mouth, a repulsive smell invading all of my senses. His teeth were sharp and stained. I thought he was going to eat me alive, but he was showing me how Stiles was on his mouth, screaming for me to help him.
"This is your fault!" He was crying. "IT killed my dad, and now it's going to kill me!" His face was red, and my anxiety rose as I couldn't answer his claims. "It all started because you came to Beacon Hills! You brought the Kanima! You did i-." His words were interrupted as he was swallowed by it.
I could finally scream. "STILES! STILES!" I closed my eyes as tears ran down my cheeks. "STILES!"
Hearing my name, I turned around. I was sitting on the floor of the living room, and Melissa was looking at me with a worried expression decorating her face. "Hey, hey. What happened?" Her hands caressed my hair, and as I tried to control my breathing, I couldn't help but lean on her. "Are you okay?" I nodded my head. I wasn't okay.
"I'm okay." I stepped closer to Stiles and my brother, not feeling like offering them a smile.
"No, you're not." The hazel-eyed boy shook his head. "It's happening to you too. You're seeing things, aren't you?" I glanced at him, bewildered.
"How'd you know?" My brother asked, attempting to control his breathing.
Overhearing steps, we saw Lydia and Allison getting closer to us. "Because it's happening to all three of you."
"Actually," Everyone glanced at me. "To the four of us." I swallowed, gaze shifting to my boyfriend. He made a sign for me to get closer to him. His arms engulfed my body. Both of us sighing in relief. "It was terrifying."
"Well, well, look who's no longer the crazy one." The strawberry blonde girl seemed to be enjoying our terrifying expressions and the dark bags under our eyes.
"We're not crazy." Allison rolled her eyes.
Lydia turned around, glancing at us. "Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine."
"We did die and come back to life." My brother stared at us. "That's gotta have some side effects, right?"
"I didn't," I added, hugging myself. "I didn't do that, so why is it happening to me too?"
I felt a hand grabbing mine, fingers intertwining. "We keep an eye on each other. Okay?" The Stilinski boy received nods as an answer. "And Lydia, stop enjoying this so much."
It didn't seem like the day would be easy. We had this new teacher, who made us forget about what was going on for a couple of seconds as he embarrassed his daughter, who was one of our classmates. However, Scott's eyes started to glow, and Stiles and I had to let him know.
Then, I received a message from Lydia. She told me that Allison was doing as bad as us. She had fucked up a canvas, and she had imagined it was the blood of her aunt Kate.
I walked closer to the lockers with the boys. "Maybe we need a little more time to get back to normal." My brother was trying to convince himself.
"Yeah," And my boyfriend wasn't taking it as he fought his locker. "Try not to forget we hit the reset button on a supernatural beacon for supernatural creatures. There's a pretty good chance things are never going back to normal."
"Yeah." Both of the boys got distracted. Stiles studied his locker as if he was seeing something while Scott had noticed the new girl at the end of the corridor, creepily peering at her.
"Oh shit," I bit my lower lip. Both boys quickly glanced at me, making sure that I was alright. "Your eyes are flashing."
"You mean like right now?"
"Yes, right now." Stiles nodded his head, looking around, making sure that nobody noticed. "Scott, stop. Stop it."
The other boy panted. "I can't. I can't control it." He quickly covered his eyes with his hands, keeping his head low. Stiles and I guided him towards a classroom, closing the door behind us. He took his backpack and his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. "Get back away from me." His voice was deeper than usual. "I don't know what's going to happen. Get back." His fangs were out.
I got closer to Stiles, and he didn't hesitate to step in front of me in case my brother would completely lose his mind. But he didn't. His nails stabbed the inside of his hands, blood dripping down his arms. Then, he just went back to normal.
Stiles and I stepped closer, glancing at my brother whose face was full of sweat. However, the boy still kept me behind him. "Pain makes you human." His voice wavered.
"Scott, this isn't just in our heads. This is real. And it's starting to get bad for me too. I'm not just having nightmares. I'm having dreams where I have to literally scream myself awake." I rested my hand on his back, rubbing circles on it. "And sometimes I'm not even sure if I'm actually ever waking up."
"What do you mean?" I asked, frightened.
He glanced at me for a couple of seconds to later look into the distance. "Do you know how you can tell if you're dreaming?" My brother and I shook our heads. "You can't read in dreams. More and more, the past few days, I've been having trouble reading. It's like I can't see the words. I can't put the letters in order."
"Like even now?" Scott asked.
The Hazel eyes shifted their gaze to the blackboard. "I can't read a thing."
"You know, the last time we bought one of these to her grave was stolen the same day." Stiles placed some flowers on top of his dad's desk. "Hundred bucks down the drain." I couldn't believe that people would do that. "Hey, Dad?" Mr. Stilinski was sitting on the floor, behind his desk. "Hi, what are you doing down there?"
"Working." He went back to look at all the papers that were scattered on the floor. "And hey, if somebody wants the flowers that badly, they can have them. It's the gesture."
"Hey, Dad, what is all this?"
"I've been looking over some old cases from a more illuminated perspective, if you know what I mean." I snickered, nodding my head as Stiles did the same.
The boy grabbed some files. "Strange sighting of bipedal lizard man sprinting across freeway."
"Kanima pile." Mr. Stilinski hit some other files as his son placed the folder where his dad told him.
"Mr. Stilin-." As I received a look from him, I quickly changed my words. "Noah, you're not going back through all your old cases seeing if any of them had something to do with the supernatural, are you?"
"I admit the recent opening of my eyes to the greater mysteries of the universe has got me reassessing." He sighed. "There's at least 100 cases here where I look at the details, and I can ask myself if I knew then what I know now."
We both kneeled on the ground. "Right, but are you sure you wanna go down that path?"
"Do I have a choice?" He got up. "There's one case in particular that I can't get out of my head." He passed some files to us. I got closer to my boyfriend, trying to take a better look. "Eight years ago, I was elected Sheriff of County, my first official duty was to tell a man that not only had his wife, and two kids died in a car accident, but, as best we could tell, the body of his daughter had been dragged from the wreck by coyotes."
I gasped while studying the picture of a little girl, happily smiling. "You mean dragged and eaten?"
"We didn't find the car until three days after the crash. They had driven off the road into a pretty deep ravine. Two bodies that were still in the car were covered in bites and slashes." He seemed to be reminiscing that old case.
"So you're thinking bites and claw marks, probably a werewolf attack?"
He nodded his head at his son. "Maybe."
"But coyotes, they scavenge, right?" Stiles shook his head. "So, couldn't they have just left the bites and the slashes?"
"Absolutely." He nodded his head. "But guess what night the accident occurred on?" He pointed to the bold date on the file.
"The night of a full moon." I added, glancing at my boyfriend who was already looking at me.
"Hey, Dad." Hazel eyes glanced around the room, examining all the boxes that were scattered around. "Where are all these going?"
The Sheriff sighed, biting his lip. "Yeah, we, uh-." His eyes focused on me. "We probably need to talk about that."
The next day, all of us were nervously sitting on a table outside of the school. And as much as I wanted to enjoy the weather, I just couldn't.
"Okay, so what happens to a person who has a near-death experience and comes out of it seeing things?" My brother asked without taking his eyes off the wooden table.
"And is unable to tell what's real or not?" Stiles added, his legs bouncing up and down.
"And is being haunted by demonic visions of dead relatives?" Allison spoke up.
"And can't stop dreaming about dying people blaming her?" It was the first time I blatantly spoke about my dreams. Stiles glimpsed at me, worried, and swiftly kissing my forehead.
"They're all locked up because they're insane." I snapped my gaze to Issac, grabbing one of Stiles pencils and throwing it at his forehead. He gasped, rubbing the spot where I hit him. "For half my childhood, I was locked in a freezer. So, being helpful is kind of a new thing for me."
The owner of the pencil and the person I hit with the item started to argue. "Hi. Hi, sorry." I glanced to my side. The new girl was standing there, clutching a notebook between her fingers. "I couldn't help overhearing what you guys were talking about. And I think I actually might know what you're talking about." We didn't say anything, waiting for her to continue. "There's a Tibetan word for it. It's called 'Bardo'. It literally means 'in-between state.' The state between life and death."
Lydia sounded mean as she spoke up. "And what do they call you?"
"Kira," My brother instantly answered. Smooth, McCall. "She's in our History class."
"So are you talking Bardo in Tibetan Buddhism or Indian?" The strawberry blonde seemed to be a little more interested. However, her tone didn't prove the same thing.
"Either, I guess." She glanced at me, and I moved closer to Stiles so she could sit beside me. "But all the stuff you guys were just saying? All that happens in Bardo. There are different progressive states where you can have hallucinations. Some you see, some you just hear. And you can be visited by peaceful and wrathful deities." She smiled.
"Wrathful deities?" I couldn't help and grin as Isaac repeated her last words. His chin, resting on top of his hand. "And what are those?"
"Like demons!" She was too excited about the topic while we were probably shitting our pants.
"Demons." Stiles looked around, nodding his head. "Why not?"
"Hold on," Allison decided to interrupt. "If there are different progressive states, then what's the last one?"
"Death. You die."
That same night, we decided to talk with Deaton, asking for help and explaining the situation that was suffocating us. He believed that after going underwater, we had opened a door in our minds, and we needed to close them as soon as possible because it was making us vulnerable.
I was confused and informed him that I was going through the same thing as the other three. The only difference was that I never got in one of the bathtubs. Deaton was also surprised but believed that the Kanima had opened a door in my head. A door that like the other three, I had to close.
As we were coming out of the vet clinic, a car pulled up. "Dad, what are you doing here?" Stiles glanced at his father as he rubbed my arms. He had already given me his jacket, but I was still freeing.
"I'm here because I could use some help." His gaze shifted to my brother. "Actually, your help." My brother asked why. "Because eight years ago, almost an entire family died in a car accident. One of the bodies, a young girl named Malia, was never found. There's enough evidence to have me thinking that a werewolf could have caused the accident, and then dragged her body away." Stiles and I already knew about this. "If you could somehow get a lock on her scent if you could somehow help me find her body, it might provide the missing clue."
"But what if it was a werewolf?"
"Well, there's somebody out there who murdered an entire family. Someone who still needs to be caught."
And that is how we ended in another mess. Mr. Stilinski had driven us to the Tate household, and he planned to distract Mr. Tate while we sought for something that could help Scott pick up her scent.
My brother was sniffing some plushies, hoping they would be the lost girl's ones. "All I'm getting is some animal smell."
Stiles grabbed another plushie. "What kind of animal?" As we heard a growl, we turned around. A big dog was studying our movements as he snarled. "Hi, puppy." We didn't move a finger. "Get rid of it." My brother was puzzled. "Yes, you. Glow your eyes at it, something, be the Alpha."
"I can't. I don't have control." The curly-haired boy shook his head, trying not to make drastic movements.
"Can you like, smell each other's butts and be friends?" I genuinely asked, receiving a look from both boys. Scott wanted to roll his eyes while my boyfriend agreed with me.
The dog felt intimidated, and he started barking as loud as he could. Mr. Tate screamed at him, and we were glad to be on different floors of the house. Apollo, the dog, shut up immediately, leaving us on our own.
However, Noah was kicked out of the house as Mr. Tate couldn't stand the thought of his wife and girls being murdered. He had spent eight years of his life trying to accept that they were killed in an accident.
When the four of us where far from the house, Scott had to inform the older Stilinski that he wasn't able to pick up a scent. "Why is it so important now?" My brother asked as he observed Noah driving away.
"He wants to be able to solve one more while he's still Sheriff." Stiles glanced at this friend.
"What do you mean, 'still Sheriff'?"
"That doesn't make any sense, Dad!" Scott continued screaming, and my anxiety rose, wishing for Melissa to come back home. "Who are you helping? Just get out."
"Scott."
"What? I can't believe that you'd do this to my best friend." He was spitting due to how angry he was. I decided not to interfere as a couple of minutes ago, when I tried to calm him down, he snapped at me.
"I'm not doing anything to your friend." I scoffed, receiving a look from him. "I'm doing my job."
"Your job sucks."
"Some days I can't argue that."
I heard the door opening, glancing at Melissa who was coming late from work. She sent me a confused expression, and I quickly shook my head.
"Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on?" She placed her bag on the couch. I wandered closer to her, standing by her side as she brought me nearer her body. Screams, I couldn't stand people screaming.
Scott offered me an apologizing look but continued. "He's trying to get Stiles's dad fired."
"No. That's not true."
"What are you doing?" Mama McCall came to our rescue.
"Conducting a case for impeachment."
"That sounds a lot like getting him fired."
"The lack of resolution and ability to close cases is what's going to get him fired. My job is just to collect the information. And it's the job my superiors have given me." He attempted to defend himself.
"Beacon Hills needs Noah Stilinski as the Sheriff." I decided to interfere, mad by how he was addressing the man I appreciated with all my heart. "Tell me, Agent McCall. Did you solve EVERY case you had?" He didn't answer. "I'm sure people got in the way, conditions, information, missing hints. Sadly, not all cases in the world will end up being solved." Melissa squeezed my arm, reassuring me. "But that doesn't make someone incompetent. It makes him even more accountable because he could have given up as soon as a case got more complex, but he didn't." I took a breath. "Mr. Stilinski did, does, and will do so much for Beacon Hills. And I know you don't care about what other people may feel or say," I spat. "But Beacon Hills won't feel as safe if Noah Stilinski isn't the Sheriff."
"Scott, sweetheart. Calm down." Melissa walked closer to the boy, noticing his swallow breathes and his nails. "Come with me right now. Let it go. Just breathe and let it go." Both of them left the room, and I stayed back for a couple of seconds to glare at the sperm donor.
"Why do you stay when you don't have to but leave when you have to stay?" I asked just to receive a perplexed look. I shook my head, searching for the other two McCall's.
As I rounded the corner, I heard Melissa. "You told me you and Stiles learned a way to control this." She was trying to calm Scott. "You find an anchor, right? Find your anchor."
"My anchor was Allison." His fangs were out while his eyes were flashing. "I don't have Allison anymore."
"Then be your own anchor. You can do this." I walked closer to my brother, grasping his hand and breathing calmly so he could follow my pace. "Sweetheart, let me tell you something no teenager ever believes, but I swear to you is the absolute truth. You fall in love more than once. It'll happen again. And it'll be just as amazing and as extraordinary as the first time. And maybe just as painful. But it will happen again, I promise. And until then," She squeezed his arm. "Be your own anchor."
That night Scott and I went to Stiles's house, we went to the forest in search of the dead body. But we didn't find a dead body, we found an animal.
Problems seemed to invade us; the Tate case, anchors, and the fact that my father didn't even recognize me.
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so i’m obsessed with your Luna headcanon
do you have any other TOH ones to share?
MORE headcanons, you say?
I could go on for literal pages, without even getting into my AU for the show. Talking about all of the major ones would be too much for here.
So we're gonna stick with one subject and just focus in hard on it. That subject?
VINEY.
We're talking about Viney because a lot of people only talk about her in terms of shipping, which I don't really like. Sure I like shipping but I'm concerned that Viney's character is at risk of being 'the girl who kisses Emira'.
It's either Viney, or a longwinded post about the cultural meaning of ear piercings to residents of the Boiling Isles and why Viney's fish hook earring makes a lot of sense.
So let's dive in to: Red's esoteric, bad headcanons about a character who most likely won't appear in the show again!
please note that these are very niche and probably bad. What, me? Projecting my experiences onto a cartoon character? I would NEVER!
First of all, mood music. We're going with some Sufjan Stevens today, because I am going to be a little bit mean.
-Viney never met her real parents. They died when she was rather young, and she wasn't able to meet them. She doesn't mind that fact, to be honest; she got a pretty great parent, all things considered.
-That parent, by the way, is namd Rowan Gormoth, who, at the tender age of 19, found Viney on the doorstep of his dorm building at the emperor's coven.
-Being the child of a single parent, a student no less, Viney wasn't exactly well off. She couldn't always get her hexside uniform replaced if it got damaged, sometimes she would have to walk home, she never had much of the cool stuff other kids had...
-But what she did have was a father with imperial coven experience...sure, he may have become Hexside's janitor, but Rowan Gormoth took that job as an ultimatum; he has no coven seal, and can do whatever magic he wants.
-So every year, for her birthday, Viney would always get a lemon cupcake with chocolate frosting (a favorite of hers) and learn a new spell. And these were no ordinary spells! An invisibility spell for her 6th, a minor teleport spell for her 7th, a sun abatement spell for her 8th...
-Viney absolutely ADORES learning, and tries to learn as much as she can. Math, science, art, but her FAVORITES are Animals and Healing. She loves to learn about those subjects in particular.
-Viney met up with Jerbo and Barcus (siblings...believe it or not...) and the three became fast friends. They all had an interest in learning, and in mixing tracks, which is looked down upon a bit less in middle school.
-In high school, the three were still friends, and things were looking up for Viney! Rowan got a promotion, the pair had a house now, and Viney was finding ways to sneak into the healing and beast keeping classes!
-...then she got caught. Originally, her charge was lower. She was gonna get let off with a warning. But then, as often happens, Odalia stepped in. --It's important to note that Emira and Viney had been...dating? at ths point? A more accurate term would be 'having romantic affairs', as it wasn't terribly consistent until after all this went down. Odalia, not wanting her daughter distracted, decided to 'remove the problem'.
-In turn, Rowan threatened to quit his job if Vney got expelled, and do you know how hard it is to find a replacement head of janitorial duties at a school where 'abominations' is a core class?
-...Viney got detention instead of expulsion. On her birthday, no less. She was heartbrken, and she was mad that her friends got all tied up in this. Blaming herself, she told Rowan she didnt want to learn a spell that year, she just wanted to be left alone...
-Rowan, though, IS a janitor. And so he knows every single room. In the whooooooole school.
-Rowan taught Vney how to get to the secret room of shortcuts, and in turn, Viney taught Jerbo and Barcus. The trio start using it to study all the time, even going so far as to copy homework from folks in certain classes. Emira, surprisingly, helps the trio a lot in this regard. The trio just remains...the trio. For a while. Just Viney, Barcus, and Jerbo for a whole few weeks, alone in the shortcut room. Until a weird 'hyoo-men' girl comes to school, and gets in trouble for mixing magic...
-Also, lastly, Viney's earring is supposed to be there. Witchlings often pierce their ears as a sense of identification and to show off. Viney got an ear piercing when she was 12, usually when they happen, but had nothing to put in there. So she found a fish hook, soaked it in cleaning solution and alcohol, and started wearing that.
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Chapter 1
Synopsis:
You don’t know what it’s like to be free, to make your own choices, and live your own life. For your whole life, your parents have been treating you like a puppet on strings, controlling your life to every single detail, as well as ignoring the fact that you have feelings. Other times, when you disobey their wishes, or speak up about your own opinions, they bash you down with words, in other words, psychological abuse, has led you down the long winded road of depression and anxiety. What happens when you meet a man who’s willing to be your guide out of this terrible downpour? Would you give a shot at happily ever after?
Warnings:
big age gap (kinda?)
issues on anxiety
issues on depression (mild)
issues on parental abuse
smut (maybe)
Tag List: @etherealtyjaem (lmk if you wanna be on the list)
It has always been like this, being locked up in the study room so you could ‘study’ for hours end, or that’s what they think you’re doing. You studied in an elite academy with your smart cousins, only to have you graduating with average grades, which of course, earned you a harsh scolding from your parents. Now, you’re supposed to be studying business for university, even though you had zero interests in it, the subject is fine, it’s what you’re studying it for that irks you. Your family runs a business in Seoul, but from what you can see by secretly skimming through the files as well as the arguments behind shut doors with your aunts and uncles, things aren’t going as planned.
You don’t have many friends, nor a phone, they took it away from you when you wanted to go out with some friends, claiming that it’s a distraction that should be locked away. You felt like Rapunzel, locked away from the world, they don’t have any love for you, you’re quite sure they don’t, they had once slapped your face ten times when you had a boyfriend behind their backs, and you were 15 for god’s sake, along with other things that you rather not say, you don’t want to relive all those painful memories.
Sometimes you wished you could go back to the time when you were a child, when you were at your grandparents’ in the morning, her warm smile and loving eyes, when you didn’t know what laid ahead. You wish you hadn’t realised that you were being abused, you used to think what you went through was the same for other kids as well, until you talked about it with other people and scared them away from you. The painful memories sinking back in made the words in front of you blurry as you felt tears seeping in your eyes.
Depression.
It’s deemed as something ridiculous in your family, and that people who are suffering from it are weaklings and don’t deserve anything from this society.
‘Does that mean I’m weak?’
You never went to therapy nor took any medication for your mental illnesses, and recently the development of anxiety attacks are constantly putting you on edge. You have them at least once a week, sometimes you even had problem breathing, but you couldn’t tell anyone about it, nor anyone would ever listen to your cries of help.
“We’re going to help sell your uncle’s house this Saturday,” your mother said as she was folding the clothes.
“The mansion he recently bought?” you asked, confused as to why he would sell the mansion he was obsessed with just two months ago.
“Yes, he bought that without our permission back then, so now we need to sell it for funds, and you need to be there to entertain the potential buyers, give them a tour around the house and other enquiries. You have to direct them to us if you think they’re truly interested, it’s going to be an open house concept party,” cold, that’s how your mother sounded, her claims of putting family above everything else flying out of the window whenever her demands are not met.
“Okay, is there anything else?” you asked, hoping to be excused as soon as possible.
“No, you can continue your studies in the study room.”
That’s what basic communication is in your life, you tried talking about your interests, your opinions, but they either fall on deaf ears, or you would receive a lecture for having a ‘false perspective’. You’ve given up on talking to them about things that are going in on your life now, they don’t listen anyways.
The party is filled with old men with their muffin tops waddling around with a wine glass in hand and talking obnoxiously loud, obviously having too much money to go by, looking at how overly filled their bellies are.
You tried hiding away in the house, but your family kept pushing you out to talk to them. Their stares were not intimidating, no, but it made you feel uncomfortable as their gazes linger a bit too long on your legs or anywhere else, and the way they didn’t want to let go after they shook your hand, made your anxiety levels rise to the roof.
You would find random excuses to run away, like going to refill their glass or saying you need to use the loo, your heartbeat going as fast as your legs could take you away from them.
When you came back out from hiding for the 6th time, both your parents were rushing you to meet someone new.
“He’s a man of great fortune and power, so the chances of him buying this house is high. Don’t try to hide from this one, or you’ll get it when we get home,” your mother warned, her eyes side eying you with daggers.
Your mother’s threat made you sick inside, what are you to them? A scapegoat?
You weren’t paying attention to who or where was she pushing you to, but once you stopped, the man in front of you made your eyes as big as saucers.
‘How is a man like this doing here?’ you thought to yourself.
“Hello Mr Suh, we’re quite busy at the moment with other potential buyers. Why don’t we allow my daughter, Y/N, to show you around?” your mother said, her voice overly sweet, like day old cotton candy.
Once you were in front of him, your parents left. Leaving you helpless as your social anxiety kicks in, your eyes trained on his shoulder, eye contact, especially from this man, made you very nervous.
“C-can I give you a tour?’ you asked, hoping to ditch him halfway.
Johnny looks at the way your eyes avoid his, it wasn’t hard, given how tall he was, there’s just something so intriguing about you, so different from the girls that throw themselves at him with zero doubts.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Johnny,” Johnny introduced himself by bending down slightly, a friendly smile on his face, one that you can’t decipher whether he had similar intentions as those nasty old men had.
To say that the tour was horrible would’ve been an understatement, you kept stuttering under his piercing gaze, instead of looking at you like you were his next meal like other potential buyers, Johnny was genuinely listening to what you have to say. You didn’t think the house was any interesting, it was just a bunch of useless expensive things under one roof, like the movie room, the slides at the pool, the ‘mini’ bar. These things weren’t appealing to you, riches are overrated when it becomes too common, like your cousins and their different designs of Birkin bags, you weren’t exactly fond of their favourite alligator skinned ones as well.
Yet Johnny didn’t look at the cliche setting that you are currently presenting, instead his eyes are trained on yours, it wasn’t a scrutinizing gaze like the wives of those perverted men who stared down on you, nor anything that seems predatory, it only held calculation and observance. On the house? It doesn’t seem like it. On you? You can bet this whole house that he’s met women far more beautiful compared to a plain jane like you.
“T-that’s all for the tour, Mr Suh. Would you want me to direct you to my parents, if you’re interested?” you asked, hoping that you’d get to be alone again.
“Can you take me to the park nearby? I’d like to see the facilities available in this housing area,” he answered smoothly, as if he had calculated every little detail in his life.
You nodded wordlessly at his request, taking him to see the park nearby the house. It was a weird sight, having a man as tall as Johnny towering behind you.
“This is the park,” you pointed stupidly, cursing at yourself, obviously this is the park, anyone with eyes could tell.
Johnny inhaled the breath of fresh air this area offered, his shoulders not as tensed up after. A smile decorated his handsome face as he turned towards you.
“Let’s sit.”
Johnny directed you to the nearest park bench, his size taking up most of the bench, yet he scoots into himself as you sat down next to him, giving you personal space.
‘Does he think I’m going to lower the price of the house for him? I don’t even know how much they’re selling it for,’ you thought, thinking this man must be mad that an unimportant person like you could negotiate with him.
“I’m going to be honest with you, Y/N. I’m not interested in the house,” Johnny said, breaking the silence.
Your mom isn’t going to be pleased when she hears this, you thought as you bit at your bottom lip, thinking about how harsh is she going to react if she didn’t get a buyer out of this event.
“Thank you for taking your time for considering through out this-
“I’m interested in you.”
Did you hear that correctly or was your mind playing tricks on you?
You stared at Johnny as his hand comes close to your face, he wasn’t pulling you closer, instead his fingers reached out to gently graze the underside of your eyes.
“I can see what you’re hiding,” Johnny said solemnly, his eyes showing you pity.
You quickly took out your compact mirror out of your pocket, checking to see if you did a bad job on the concealer for your puffy eyes today, but it looked fine.
“I used to be involve in theater, and I’ve seen people covering unwanted marks or eye bags on their face many times. It’s not obvious to most people, don’t worry,” Johnny explained.
The touch of his fingertips on your face was filled with warmth, as well as his eyes when he looked at you now, if his eyes were honey you’ll be as addicted as Winnie the Pooh. His touch was quickly gone as it had came, his hand placed back into his lap as he stares ahead.
“I’m not going to assume anything, but from what I can see, I don’t think you deserve to be going through what you’re facing now. And as for your family’s company, it’s not going to last long even if they managed to sell this property out. You’re going to be in a much more disappointing situation when that happens, I’ve been in the business game my whole life, my predictions hardly go astray anymore,” Johnny said without a sliver of judgement, he was just laying out the cards for you to observe.
Johnny reaches for a card in his coat pocket and handed it to you, it was his business card.
“I can take you away from all this chaos raging among your family, if you can call it a family that is. I’ll be seeing you soon, Y/N,” Johnny said before standing up and walking away to the direction where his car awaits, his driver closing his door.
That was most definitely a statement.
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Squatting is my Passion, not my Purpose
Summary: I’m a hoe for sparring with Bucky basically, and he decides to talk to you when you’re in the shower because he’s just so respectful of your privacy.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Much swearing, implied smut, female nudity
Note from me: I might make this a series but I’ll see if you guys actually like it, so let me know! It really helps me when I get feedback xx
‘Why can’t we spar’ you whined as Bucky walked around you slowly in a circle, studying your form and technique.
You bent your knees slowly, trying to support the weight you were supposed to be squatting in the form of a bar with a weight on each end, leaning on your shoulders as you gripped the bar with sore hands. You hated this type of training, as Bucky would refuse to spar with you and just made you rip out squats and deadlifts for hours to make you even stronger than you already were. You were supposed to be killing weird alien monsters trying to destroy the earth, not trying to lift them up.
You groaned under the weight, extending your legs fully and ducking out from under the weight as you dropped it on the floor with a metallic boom, falling down to the ground, panting and sweating like a lunatic. ‘Aw come on y/n, you’re too weak to finish the set?’ Bucky taunted, easily picking up the bar and placing it on the wall stand. You watched his back muscles flex as he did this, not a shirt in sight. His arrogant expression as he turned around to look at you sprawled dramatically on the mat made your blood boil. God how you hated that smile.
‘C’mon doll get up’ he commanded as he stood there like a smug idiot, ocean blue eyes piercing into your skull. ‘No’ you replied bluntly, crossing your arms as you sat up to look at him, eyebrows knitting together in an exhausted frown. You tried to ignore the warmth you felt spread throughout your body upon hearing his playful nickname for you, spinning your body around so you were facing the enormous window rather than the enormous man standing a few feet away.
‘We’re not done y/n. You’re not sparring until you’ve finished the exercises you actually need to do. Now get up’ he said sternly, the commanding tone of his voice slightly less playful now. He walked over painfully slowly to stand in front of you again, tilting his head to the side as he waited for you to stand up. But you were done with this bullshit. Although you couldn’t always overpower Bucky, you were by far stronger than any of the other human avengers and could beat any of them when sparring. It’s not your fault Bucky is basically as strong as a gorilla on steroids.
‘I’m not getting up, Barnes’ you replied, trying to match his serious tone so he would know you meant it. You watched him narrow his eyes at you, turning around to look out of the window at Sam and Nat sparring outside, running his hands through his newly - cut hair and rolling his eyes dramatically. ‘Last chance doll. Up. Now.’ he almost laughed, the words rolling of his tongue like diamond encrusted knives.
‘Make me’ you replied without thinking, as you watched his back tense at your words. Before you realised what you had just said and who exactly you had just fucking said that to, Bucky turned around and almost ran to pick you up but your quick reflexes let you jump up just in time as you (pretty awesomely) leapt to wrap your legs around Bucky’s waist, using your body weight and full strength to knock him to the ground onto his toned front as you pinned his arms down, twisting them behind his back and digging your knee sharply into his spine to keep him there. He almost moaned out loud before remembering this was a training thing and not a sex thing, keeping his mouth shut.
‘Look who can’t get up now, Barnes’ you drawled in his ear, leaning in extra close to taunt him. You felt the vibrations of his laughter travel through you, causing you to shiver slightly. ‘What’s so funny!’ You snapped, digging your knee further into his spine as he continued his irritating laugh. ‘Stop laughing Barnes. I’m literally on top of you!’ you yelled as he just began to laugh even harder. You jumped off of him, storming out of the room and straight to the showers adjacent to the gym, immediately stripping and jumping in one of the steamy showers to wash of your heated frustration.
You were humming contently as you washed the conditioner out of your hair an hour later (you loved long showers) when you heard someone come into the shower room. The showers didn’t have doors, but that was no problem because one; this was the girls shower room and two; the only people allowed in this building are your best friends so it would only be Wanda or Nat seeing your naked body, something you didn’t mind all too much. ‘Wanda? Is that you?’ You called out as your voice echoed through the spacious room as you turned to face the wall as you rinsed your face from soap suds. ‘Wanda honey is it you just tell m...BUCKY WHAT THE FUCK IM NAKED’ you yelped as you spun around to see a shirtless, grinning Bucky, groping for the towel which he held out to you innocently, his puppy dog eyes eyeing you up and down intensely. You wrapped yourself up furiously, glaring at him. ‘What the fuck do you think your doing?’ you demanded, head tilting to the side, daring him to speak.
He smiled cheekily, replying simply ‘nothing I haven't seen before doll’. Right. About that. One time on a random mission, this weird space creature doctor strange was dealing with had somehow captured the both of you, and you ended up naked in a cell with him for hours before Nat found you both, obviously taking a few photos first. She hadn’t let you hear the end of that one for months, bringing it up at every single party. You can’t even remember how the hell you both ended up unclothed, and the memory still haunts you to this day. You shuddered at the thought. But that’s besides the point. ‘You called me Bucky’ he continued, stepping closer to your dripping body, towering over you. ‘Fuck. Barnes, trust me, I didn’t mean to’ you replied, scolding yourself internally. Now this has a bit of history behind it. When you first met the flirty soldier when he joined the avengers after that weird disagreement between Steve and Tony, he walked up to you with his unwavering confidence and told you to ‘Call me Bucky, doll, like all the ladies do’. Not only did you cringe so incredibly hard at this because honestly what the actual fuck, but you wanted to make sure he knew you weren’t someone he could just flirt with and replied simply ‘I will never call you that, Barnes. I’m not a ‘lady’ as you put it so kindly, I’m an avenger. Grow up’, and thus you began to call him Barnes henceforth.
‘Anyways, I wanted to congratulate you on that move you did. That was pretty fucking cool y/n’ he spoke softly, looking you right in the eyes. You were a bit taken aback by his sudden sincerity, almost flattered, but didn’t dare show it. ‘Thank you, Barnes. You sucked, as usual. Now please for fucks sake let me get changed in peace.’ Bucky nodded with a small chuckle, putting his hands up in a faux surrender as he stepped back, turning to leave the room. ‘W...wait actually one more thing’ you said timidly as Bucky whipped around to face you, curious. ‘Yes doll?’ he asked as he stepped closer to you and continued to slowly near you as you stepped back and jumped at the cold wall which seemed to have moved forward to trap you between it and Bucky. He was making you all flustered and you hated it. ‘Why did you laugh when I pinned you down?’ you asked sharply, looking up into his eyes as he leaned in, his metal hand beside your head leaning against the wall, caging you in. A look of amusement danced across his face as he brushed your wet hair behind your ear, the light touch of his fingertips making you shudder, aware of how close his face was to yours. ‘Because it felt good, princess. Because you were on top of me’ he whispered that last part, before suddenly moving away from you and swiftly walking out of the room. You were left rendered entirely speechless, your whole body on fire. The place where his finger tips brushed against you felt so empty now, and you couldn’t believe what he had just said. He liked you...being on top of him. Get it together, girl. You don’t like Bucky, you just find him extremely...attractive...oh I’m fucked.
#smut#bucky barnes#bucky barnes imagine#bucky#bucky fluff#bucky fic#the avengers#wandavision#avengers fanfiction#the winter soldier#winter solider imagine
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* kathryn newton, cis female + she/her | you know zoey simon-archer, right? they’re twenty-three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, eight years? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to a little wicked by valerie broussard like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole black clothes and black coffee, dark under eye circles barely covered with concealer, might put a hex on you thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is august 10, so they’re a leo, which is unsurprising, all things considered.
TRIGGER WARNING: CHILD ABANDONMENT
basic info
full name: zoey tallulah simon-archer
birth date: august 10, 1997
pronouns: she/her
hometown: boston, massachusetts
sexuality: bisexual
height: 5’1”
eye color: blue
hair color: blonde
build: slim
tattoos: one of her younger siblings doodled on her arm and she said ok i see u and made it permanent
piercings: basically every piercing you can get on your ears split between both (no piercing is in the same spot except maybe the earlobes, she thrives on the chaos), septum
style: if it’s black and shapeless then yes
favorite color: black
favorite food: whatever she can find in the house while scavenging at 3am
zodiac: leo sun, scorpio moon, capricorn rising
mbti: istp
hogwarts house: ravenclaw
enneagram: type 4 wing 5
temperament: choleric/sanguine
alignment: chaotic neutral
bio bullet points
CHILD ABANDONEMENT TW it’s unclear how zoey came into this world, but what we do know is that she was dropped off on the doorstep of a fire station before her birth mom disappeared into the night. no note, no keepsakes, just two week old zoey wrapped in a nondescript blanket that was probably the one the hospital wrapped her in. the rest of her childhood was a blur of failed adoptions and shitty foster homes across the country (east coast especially), leaving her with no ability to fully connect with anyone and, okay, maybe a mild anger problem. rage blackouts weren’t uncommon, but in one foster home they had an old nintendo 64 and she learned to channel her anger through video games instead END TW
along came the archers, a lesbian couple that already had twelve other children. zoey was fifteen already and had fully expected to age out of the system and end up another statistic. for a good year after the adoption was finalized, zoey still didn’t trust that they wouldn’t send her back, so she acted out. she wanted to give them an excuse and get it over with, but her tactics went unnoticed in a cheaper by the dozen-esque household. her new moms couldn’t give her the attention she craved with so many bodies, but her older siblings stepped up and tried to make her comfortable. it sort of worked, but being smack dab in the middle of so many kids meant she faded into the background more often than not
at school, she thrived without trying, a natural aptitude for math and science and mechanics landing her a place on the robotics team, but because her many siblings had already made names for themselves, the archer name was almost like a curse for her. she didn’t want to be known as another archer adoptee, so she went by the name she’d carried with her from birth: simon. zoey simon could be her own person, whoever the fuck that was
one day, the robotics coach brought in their old computer for anyone who wanted to tinker around with it, and wanting an excuse to stay out as long as possible, zoey jumped on the opportunity. over the course of the semester (with the coach’s guidance) she took apart and put it back together again, upgrading it with some donated parts from a local electronics store. the best part? coach let her keep the computer after she was done
obligatory at some point she cheated on frankie with both sutter and ziggy ✌️😗
anyway we’re onto college, where she got hella scholarships and grants for being a girlboss and ended up at university of michigan, studying mechanical engineering. money was still tight, though, so she spent her first year trying to balance studies and a part time job at the local superstore, but her mental health and grades started suffering to the point that she almost lost her scholarships for her second semester. Between semesters, over a night of video games with her roommate, she offhandedly suggested zoey start live streaming her playthroughs. it may not make all that much, but a few viewers and subs would be better than nothing
but oh boy did she do better than a few viewers and subs
using a digital rendering of a random avatar and a voice modulator, psychozomatic was born, and they blew up. popular streamers started inviting her to their servers, and she made enough to cover all of her extra costs and then some — she graduated summa cum laude because of streaming, but she couldn’t stop after graduation; she was doing something she loved and getting paid for it. that’s what people always hoped for in a job, right? so after graduation, she fabricated a job to her friends and family to explain the income, moved into her own apartment with a soundproofed second bedroom (that she kept under lock and key for whenever anyone came over) and kept up the facade. it’s been five years and nobody even knows she’s a girl — female streamers get so much shit, she’s not sure she ever wants to do a face reveal. she’s perfectly content for the time being having everyone think “zo” stands for “lorenzo” or “vincenzo” or whatever, and being a faceless streamer means she gets the weird blend of notoriety and anonymity that she craved her whole life
personality wise, zoey is a mash-up of deadpan humor and snark. she’s never been good at face-to-face communication, which is why streaming works so well for her. she’s never known how to flirt and has been known to tie someone’s shoelaces together in an attempt to get their attention, which has obviously not worked out for her. once showed a person she thought was cute the computer she built and well...they were impressed but nothing came out of it. she’s probably a lost cause, but she can just play a dating simulator if she’s that lonely
is big on first person shooter games — the main reason she keeps her identity hidden, because people get nasty in those lobbies. also absolutely loves horror games, currently doing a playthrough of resident evil village on her stream
wanted connections
fans of her stream !!! obviously they wouldn’t know it’s her but it’ll still give her a lil smile and maybe even a blush if she hears someone talking about “zo”
other gamers she’s played with ???
people she met in the foster system
someone who has a crush on her and she has no idea bc she can’t read people (and vice versa)
friends of her siblings that had no idea she was one of them (i’m mean to her bt i think it wld be funny)
i’ve been working on this intro for like a week this is all i got pls take it and run <3
#irvingintro#u would think for how long i've been working on this it wld be longer but no <3#anyway enjoy xoxoxoxo
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Background Maidens (And Donna's Cat)
So, I did the thing, with the art, that I said I would do. Didn't turn out great, but that's why I drew my characters, instead of my friends' characters, like I had originally intended. Anyway, putting it under a read more for those that don't care. PS: Also includes details on the characters themselves, in case you want to learn more about the people the reader interacts with so much. PPS: Ignore the weird lighting, please. My scanner is a piece of shit, so I just used my phone, and tried to fix it in an editor. PPPS: It's been ages since I drew a cat with the intention of it, like, actually looking like a cat. Forgive me for my lack of cat drawing skills. Honestly, I'm out of practice in general, forgive my drawing skills, period, end of sentence.
Cynthia: Born and raised in the village, on a medium sized farm. Now one of the senior maids/servants at Castle Dimitrescu, being far too valuable to ever replace, or, you know, consume. Gets along with everyone through sheer willpower. Doesn't normally show up in Alcina/Reader fics, as the reader sort of takes her place. Yup, you guessed it, in some other fics it's implied that her and Alcina make heart eyes at each other. Distinctive Features: Pierced ears, slight bump on the bridge of her nose, greying blonde hair, a burn scar between her middle & ring finger on her left hand (cause unknown).
Ygritte: Family passed through the village a decade ago, intending to stay 'a few days'. After a run in with a mysterious 'wolfman', Ygritte's family was severely wounded, with her father and brother both dying from the resulting injuries. Ygritte and her mother ended up working in the village. Eventually Ygritte was selected to become a servant at the Castle, where her anxiety makes her HATE her job. She's sweet enough to the other maidens, tho, and rumor has it that she has a crush on Daphne. Distinctive Features: Labret piercing, left ear pierced, old scar across bridge of nose, small mole beneath left eye, dark brown hair (somewhat lacking saturation), large scars across her back, somewhat bushy eyebrows (very good at wiggling them suggestively).
Daphne: Supposedly her family settled down in the village after her grandfather studied under Mother Miranda. It's not clear where exactly her family originated from, and they make it a point not to disclose that information. Daphne herself only recently came to Castle Dimitrescu, though she did it of her own volition, after one of her best friends was 'volunteered' for the job. Since then she's proven both a valuable worker and ally. She's the reader's best friend for all Daniela/reader fics, where her (relative) levelheadedness helps the reader deal with Daniela's tendency to be overbearing. Distinctive Features: Divine cheekbones, minor cleft chin, black hair, birthmark on right shoulder.
Juniper: Originally a servant for Mother Miranda herself, Juniper was transferred for unknown reasons. Most assume it has to do with her antsy nature, over attendance to details, and tendency to go back and forth between not speaking a word and talking your ear off. However, rumors imply that she was sent away because Miranda cared too much about her. Whatever the truth, the poor girl is having trouble adjusting to life at the castle, often resulting in her requesting help from the reader. Has a tattoo of the Umbrella company's logo/the village's emblem. Distinctive Features: Multiple ear piercings, freckles, strawberry blond hair, aforementioned tattoo.
Princess: No one knows the pretty kitty's history, just that one day she showed up around House Beneviento, and has been demanding affection from 'quality' people ever since. Known to chase off lycans who stray too close to the property. Also known to serve as a 'steed' for Angie, much to the terror of any witnesses. As a Maine Coon, Princess is a very large cat, and is excessively fluffy. It's also possible that she's part Norwegian Forest Cat, which would further explain her appreciation for cold weather.
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Indecent Proposal
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Rating: T/M
Random thoughts go booom hahaha Another worthless drabble of mine....
Parties, now that was never Mikasa’s thing. High school ones were pain and college ones were not that much better. She would prefer to read a good book or something, but social standards demanded that she shows up to at least some. And Mikasa managed to survive them all, the crowning one surely being the party where she met Armin and Eren for the first time.
Unfortunately, her new boyfriend (damn that word felt weird) couldn’t make it to this one, because as a medical student he was quite literally swamped with schoolwork. But Armin did go, so Mikasa tagged along with Sasha, hoping to find at least some fun. And honestly, it was okay. The music was nice, the food (as Sasha claimed) was fine, and the drinks were plenty. Mikasa enjoyed herself – they played beer pong where she and Armin totally bodied the other pair, buzzed from the game she even danced to the music, swaying in rhythm. To top it off, she took part in a game of truth and dare and ended up kissing Sasha, to the great enjoyment of every male in attendance.
Even now, sitting on a couch and resting her legs because strutting around in her heavy boots was taxing, a half-empty drink in her hand, Mikasa was enjoying this. Sasha was sprawled on the floor in a food-induced coma, Armin drank too much and was out cold in the bathroom. The party was ending, slowly but surely, people were leaving either alone or in pairs, and Mikasa was just thinking about waking her friends up when an unfamiliar figure sat down next to her.
“Hey there,” the guy said, “Liking the party?”
“Yeah, It’s fine, a bit dying though.”
He smirked, his eyes roving all over her body. Mikasa was not dressed provocatively in any way, and compared to the other party-goers she was definitely on the modest scale – her outfit was the usual long black top and skirt combo, black tights, and her trademark leather boots. Choker, necklaces, earrings, piercings, and rings on her fingers, Mikasa was in her comfort clothing, but apparently it was still attractive enough to be hit on. She might have been drunk, but his next words made that quite clear.
“It pains me to see such a beautiful girl on her own... Want some company?”
Mikasa almost told him to fuck off, her usual defense system, but then a thought popped up in her head. She had a brand new reason not to let herself be fucked randomly at a party.
“I have a boyfriend.”, she said sweetly, her black lips curled into a smile.
She, in her naivety, thought that it would be enough. Bzzz, wrong.
“Well, he’s not here now, is he?”, the guy shuffled closer, “But I am…”
Now that they were up close and personal, he studied her face more intently, obviously enjoying what he saw.
“Damn but you are so beautiful,”, he reached out, his hand coming dangerously close to Mikasa’s cheek, “Can I just…”
Too close. Too fucking close. Quick as a viper, Mikasa caught his hand before it could reach her skin, twisting it away. The entranced look quickly changed into one of surprise and pain when she kept pulling until he was forced from the couch and down to his knees.
“Don’t touch me.”, she whispered in that quiet voice that Sasha claimed sent shivers down her spine.
“Hey! Easy there!”, surprised that she subdued him so quickly, he tried to free his hand but to no avail, “I didn’t mean anything by it!”
Remembering that the last time she broke a boy’s hand for touching her caused all kinds of trouble, and also realizing that it was way out of line, Mikasa let go. He shook his hand, grimaced at the pain, and stood up, looking at her with a new measure of respect, a bit of fear sprinkled in.
“I’m sorry, okay? It’s not like I wanted to hurt you…”
He was right, of course, this was a college party, people came here to touch each other. But just the thought made Mikasa sick to her stomach, even more vile now when she was dating someone. She was… claimed? Was that a word?
In her defense, she told him so, and yet he still tried going for her, so Mikasa offered no apologies on her part. Instead, she frowned at the guy, showing that this exchange was over. Luckily for him, he understood.
“Fine, have it your way.”, he turned and left, but Mikasa caught what left his lips when he shook his wrist, “Freakishly strong…”
Suddenly not enjoying the party that much anymore, Mikasa woke Sasha up and collected the shitfaced Armin from the bathroom. As she was helping him down the stairs, she saw the guy who approached her currently engaged with another girl. Mikasa’s refusal did nothing to shake him because he was going to town. Their lips were glued together while one of her legs was wrapped around his waist, his hand sliding up the exposed thigh and under her dress. Ignoring the scene, she pushed past with Armin on her shoulder and Sasha behind, so she didn’t see the smug look he threw at her back.
After parking Sasha in their dorm room, she helped Armin walk through the silent campus to his. Letting herself in with the blond’s keys she took off his shoes and deposited him to the bed, looking over her friend. He looked fine, even passed out, so Mikasa marked her escort mission as complete. But just as she was about to leave and head back to her and Sasha’s place, her eyes wandered to the closed door of Eren’s room. It was late, so one could assume that he was sleeping, most likely exhausted from school.
Still… she wanted to see him.
It was most definitely caused by the party – the alcohol made her bold and all the groping and kissing she saw made Mikasa crave some for herself. She and Eren were still at the beginning of their relationship, a bit over two weeks since their short breakup, and after that outburst he respected her boundaries perfectly, even more than before. And yet her feet carried Mikasa to his door, opening it and slipping inside, silent as a ghost.
It was dark, but from the moonlight she could recognize Eren’s body on the bed, motionless peaceful mass. That was bound the change because the dorm bed was not big and when Mikasa slipped under the covers she had to rest half of her body on his chest, otherwise she would fall. Tucked beneath his chin, arms wrapped around the expanding and collapsing chest, she felt him slowly stir into wakefulness. Eren’s nostrils flared as he took a deep breath, his dreams invaded by Mikasa’s pleasant scent. Soon after his eyes fluttered open and now he was gazing down at her body, pressed so closely against his. Okay, he thought to himself, that’s one thing to wake up to.
“Mikasa?”, he tried carefully, unsure what to make of this.
Honestly, he was scared shitless that Mikasa might regret this in the morning and leave him again, that short period of not having her in his life was not enjoyable at all. He had to defuse the situation carefully.
“Yeeees?”, she drawled from beneath him, her voice uncharacteristically sultry.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
Pulling back to get a good look at her face, Eren took in the ruddy cheeks and shiny eyes, his brain finally remembering that she was at a party.
“You’re drunk.”
“I think so.”, she confessed, “Why are you asking?”
“Just making sure. Now let me repeat, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at your dorm?”
“I don’t want to, I want to be here with you.”, her hands slid over his chest, coming up to cup Eren’s head, “What do you want us to do?”
God damn it this was hard. He wanted her, with every part of his being, he wanted her so much. Mikasa was quite literally the most beautiful woman he ever saw and having her here in the bed with him, so freely offering herself, was a trial by fire.
But.
She was not thinking straight. She was drunk. They would both regret this in the morning. No, he would not betray her trust like this. He was not a monster.
“Look, you are intoxicated, so let’s not do something we would be sorry about.”, he stroked her cheek gently, “Okay?”
Mikasa took a shuddering breath, blinked a few times, and then it finally seemed to click for her. Her sexy expression got replaced by an embarrassed one, cheeks growing even redder.
“Sorry I…”, she began, but Eren didn’t mean to torment her.
“You can sleep here if you want.”, he offered.
Seeing her nod, he smiled.
“Let me help you out of the clothes,”, realizing what he said, his ears grew red to match hers, “J-Just so you are comfortable, of course.”
With a switch that turned on the light, Eren made Mikasa sit on the bed as he unzipped her skirt, helping her slide that fabric down her hips. After that his hands went to her tights, and despite their conversation Mikasa found herself enjoying his gentle touches. Closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip, she imagined what it would be if Eren’s hands weren’t careful but rough, if he yanked that offending fabric away in a heat of passion instead of this. Her mind filled with the images from the party, she would like to know how Eren’s hands would feel on her skin if he touched her there and…
“You okay?”, came his voice, making her eyes open, “You looked spaced out a second.”
“I’m fine, good.”, she stood up abruptly, now dressed only in her shirt and panties, “Need to use the bathroom first.”
Once there Mikasa made sure to remove her make-up as much as she could, as Eren would probably not appreciate having his bedding stained by dark colors. Taking out her earrings and necklaces, she cluttered them to a bowl alongside the rings. Finally, she unclasped her bra and choker and looked at herself in the mirror, the pale reflection staring back. The pink dusting was still present on her cheeks, and Mikasa blushed even harder when she realized that she almost made a huge mistake. Her intimacy was still an unbreached territory and having a shot at it while being drunk was not something she wanted. So after coming back and crawling into the bed with Eren, she made sure to kiss him softly, murmuring a quick thank you.
He just chuckled, stroking her hip gently. And here, tucked into his body, Mikasa fell asleep happily.
Parties, now that was never Mikasa’s thing. High school ones sucked, college ones weren’t much better but hey, she met her fiancé at one of them. Now, a full-fledged adult, Mikasa was still required to attend some, because her job simply came with that.
It was customary to have a celebration when they wrapped a photoshoot, and because she was the leading girl for this collection it would be an insult not to show up. Unfortunately, Eren was busy with hospital work, so after toying with the idea of inviting Levi as her plus one Mikasa took Sasha. The girl was ecstatic, very quickly wheeling her way to the food table and getting busy there.
Watching her with a faint smile, Mikasa had to admit that she was growing fond of parties lately. The ones she had with her friends at the Third Wheel were amazing, and she thoroughly enjoyed them all. But this, being thrown into an unknown environment, was something else altogether. Sure, she knew some people here. She knew Kiyomi, Dot, and the girls she worked with, but that was still a small number compared to everyone. Hizuru was a big company, and when it threw a party it was an equally grand one.
So here she was, stuffed into a black strapless dress and those pretty high heels that Eren got for her. To annoy her boss Mikasa took her time and painted her face with the usual black makeup, even picked a choker to adorn her neck. It didn’t sit well with the overall vibe, but she liked it, too bad.
Her moment of observing wild Sasha Braus in its natural habitat was interrupted when a voice spoke up behind her.
“That’s an impressive tattoo you have.”
Oh, did she get noticed by a fellow tattoo enthusiast? Excited for a second she turned but her fantasy was quickly debunked when the man’s eyes immediately dipped into her cleavage. Nevermind.
“Why thank you.”, she replied with the sweetest smile she could muster, “It's a matching one with my fiancé.”
Mikasa put a special emphasis on that word, hoping that he will take the hint. And, once again, was left disappointed.
“Well, he’s not here now, is he?”
And he stepped closer, entering Mikasa’s safe space. She could tell him off, use her usual ice voice, but no, she was feeling extra bitchy tonight. Maybe it was because of the party, maybe because this asshole used the exact same words as that one from years back, but Mikasa was ready to play with him. She was tipsy, but alcohol didn’t make her more open to advances, it did the exact opposite. When drunk, Mikasa got even more territorial than usual.
“All right, fine, I’m game.”, she leaned forward with feigned interest, making his eyes slide down to her chest, “What do you have for me?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you want me to cheat on my fiancé right? So why should I? What do you offer?”
“Oh baby, you have no idea.”, luckily for him he didn’t touch her, but his voice dropped low into a heated whisper, “I can make you feel so good that you will be screaming my name. And that boyfriend of yours? He will never know….”
“How?”
“How what?”
“How will you make me scream your name?”, she met his confused gaze with her unimpressed one, “Elaborate, please.”
“Uh… I mean…. I can do you really, really good and…”
“So that’s it? Simple sex?”
“I’d have no objection if you sucked me off first,”, his cocky smile was annoying and she could almost physically feel her woman parts locking, “If you are into that.”
If she was into that? Ooh, he had no idea what Mikasa is into. And it was high time to let him know.
“That’s a tempting offer, but I have a better one.”, she was the one whispering now, “What If I fucked you instead?”
He blinked a few times, eyes widening.
“What are you talking about?”
“I have a few toys that I like using, so why don’t we go and give them a spin.”, Mikasa was devouring him with her gaze now, “And that’s not all I offer. If you take me well enough, like the little bitch you are, I will let you worship me with your mouth. How is that?”
The man stumbled backward, shaking his head violently.
“N-No… I Don’t… I…”
Mikasa’s gaze was cool as she regarded him.
“What? Can’t talk? Then bark, dog.”
That was enough to give him the voice back.
“God, you’re crazy. I’m out of here.”
And he was indeed gone, passing Sasha who was just wheeling herself back with a tray full of food.
“Who was that?”, she asked, mouth full of pastry.
“No one.”, Mikasa reached over, grabbing a treat herself, “No one important.”
Fine, so even these parties like these could be fun.
Eren was still awake when Mikasa came home, waiting for her. It wouldn’t be fair to say that he had trouble sleeping alone, but he strongly preferred having her in the bed with him. What he didn’t know was that sleeping was not very high on Mikasa’s agenda, and when he stood up to say hi he was very quickly planted back on the couch with his goth girlfriend viciously attacking his mouth.
“How was the party?”, he managed to ask between the kisses, a feat worthy of respect.
“Fine.”, she responded, fingers tugging at his shirt.
Soon it was gone and she was free to splay her fingers on the warm naked skin.
“Are we doing something that we will both regret in the morning?”
“You bet.”, she giggled, and then her mouth was busy with kissing again.
And it went on and on until Eren was naked but Mikasa was still fully clothed, yet when he tried tugging the zipper of her dress down she denied him. She flipped them over, pushing Eren until he was standing in front of the couch with a raised eyebrow. All Mikasa offered was a single word.
“Kneel.”
He did so immediately, frowning a bit when he realized how quickly his body obeyed. Pleased by that, Mikasa put her legs on his shoulders, continuing in her instructions.
“Take off my panties, but nothing else. And use your mouth to do it.”
Eren did so, completely under her spell. Reaching over, Mikasa tangled her fingers in his hair.
“Do you want to worship me?”
His answer was immediate and automatic at this point.
“Yes please.”
A smirk on her black lips.
“Good boy.”
Lightly she pushed and he went more than willingly, head disappearing beneath the hem of her dress. And when his mouth truly went to work and Mikasa’s lips dropped open in a moan, her mind had a last coherent thought.
There was no way she would ever trade this guy for someone else.
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Some Notes for the Mix-Matched AU (aka the slow burn Analogical AU where Logan’s the school punk and Virgil’s the school nerd)
Logan Croft-
Resident punk
Tol boi, and I mean real tol with the muscles
He wears contacts because he’s found some people don’t take him serious when he wears glasses
When he was younger, he was very smart and wanted to learn everything, but he found out it wasn’t smarts that would help him survive, but being intimidating, and most people didn’t find it intimidating when he kept correcting them. Therefore, he stopped trying to learn and just went with the flow
Somehow hasn’t been kicked out of a single school despite allegedly “starting” fights and always being disruptive
Anger issues for daaaaaayyyyss
He has ear piercings, nose piercings tongue piercings, you name it, he’s got it.
Also has a couple tattoos which are awesome
He has somehow got in a group with people from different teenage cultures and will gladly die for them. He even brings lil babey nerd into the group and yay they’re all happier!!
Can and will debate about anything and everything, which is really fun
Virgil Storm-
The embodiment of not only all knowledge in the world, but the panicked thoughts of swear words repeating
He didn’t really care if he wore glasses or contacts, but found glasses more manageable and has a giant pair he pushes up constantly
See tol boi Logan? Well I present smol boi Virgil. He was just barely the average height, and literally had noodle arms
As a kid, he once almost failed a class because he thought learning would be boring, and therefore didn’t try. When he realized he was about to flunk, he studied hard and found the stuff he was learning... interesting?? And he remembered it?? Then he started doing the same for all his classes and wow learning was incredible!! There was so much to learn and see and do and mark his words he was going to learn it all!
After he started getting bullied for being smart and weak, he wore makeup so nobody saw the bruises. If nobody knew, nobody would bother him, so he could read for longer!
Not really used to people caring about him, so it was a big shock when this big punk came out of nowhere to help him out, and then let him hang out with his ragtag group, filled with more caring people.
He also didn’t really talk a lot at first, because he has a really bad habit of info-dumping or ranting, and nobody wanted to hear what he knew. Then one day at lunch, Patton asked him why the periodic table of elements was arranged the way it was, and what was supposed to be a small answer became an info-dumping session, and when he snapped out of it, he realized how everyone at the table was staring at him in shock. Apparently they didn’t know he could talk so much, so they’ve made it their mission to try and trigger sessions like that because Virgil seemed really happy when he did it
Also when he reads, he has a habit of either not hearing what’s happening around him at all, or having a conversation without realizing. (Not only have the others found this as a good way to trigger a rant, but also Roman quotes musicals and plays and sees if Virgil finishes it so he knows how many Virgil knows of)
Janus Smith-
Snek emo boyo
Wears an unholy amount of makeup and black clothes
Suicide jokes baaaaaabyyyy
He sometimes wears a symbol of a two headed snake, and when asked about it, gives an answer completely unrelated to it
Sometimes, he wears colorful clothes to trigger other emos or to throw everybody off
Beneath all the emo-ness, sarcasm, suicidal tendencies and black, he was a gentle, kind soul
And even further beneath that was a giant asshole
Patton Hart-
Skirts and dresses? Yes. Pastel colors? Yes. Floral print? THOSE WERE TO DIE FOR!!
A fashionista inside and out
Tried to wear boy clothing once. That is a day that shall not be named nor referenced, as it was traumatizing for all involved
Big round glasses, because those go with everything! (He even has versions of his glasses with colored lenses because those were so pretty!!)
Freckles on his nose, and as cute as they were, he will not hesitate to cover them in makeup if they didn’t fit with the outfit for the day
No, he is not a girl, and would appreciate if guys stopped mistaking him for one
Sweet and lovable, but he can and will kill a bitch with his heels if you insult or hurt anyone in his crew, including himself because he mattered
Speaking of his crew, he tries real hard not to help them with their horrible fashion tastes. Logan? Did everything need to be ripped and have bold statements on them? Janus? Beautiful face even with heterochromia and virtilago, but he keeps covering it up with tacky, horribly applied makeup that was ONLY BLACK. And don’t even get him started on when he wore colors!! What is this, a Disney Channel movie? Roman sometimes wore old costumes from school productions he did, which no. Remus was relatively fine, EXCEPT HE WORE THE SAME THING EVERYDAY AND DIDN’T TAKE IT OFF UNTIL THE WEEKEND, WHICH SMELLED HORRIBLE, MIND YOU. Virgil only wore jackets and jeans, and by far drove Patton the least insane with fashion, but the jacket he wore was black, torn up, oversized, and the worst thing, PLAID (he was planning on replacing it, secretly)
Does he cry?? No one knows
Roman Royal-
DISNEY AND THEATER KID, LET’S GO
Quotes from many different things, and bursts out into song randomly
“Not to be gay, but...”
Does many things in theater from playing a part to running around on backstage. He is theater god.
Sometimes he wears costumes from old productions (the ones in a more modern setting though. He’s not gay enough to walk around the halls in a prince outfit. He only does that at home)
Can’t fight for the life of him, but he can sure gossip
Way too loud, but can you blame him?
Remus Royal-
“I am but a mere jock, making fun of my fellow jocks and basically beating them up, being a delinquent but seen as a hero.” “I only asked what your favorite color was.” “Oh. Green.”
Acts as childish as you’d expect
Signs up for any and all sports no matter what
As much as he loves being an idiot with his fellow sports players, he much rather prefers hanging out with the group of misfits purely because they can all be themselves without judgement (he stands corrected. Apparently it was weird when he triggered Virgil into explaining the sex of unicorns and penguins)
Weird ass nicknames for his friendos on his phone. Roman was Ronbow, Janus was Kill or be Killed, Patton was Stabby-Feet, Logan was Propagayda, and Virgil was Answerkey
Dabs
THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE, WHY DID WE LEAVE REMUS TO COOK OH GOD OH NO HE TRIED COOKING ONE OF ROMAN’S PROPS WITH PATTON’S MINI PINK SKIRT AND OH SHIT OH FUCK VIRGIL’S ON FIRE SOMEONE CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT (this was an actual event, and Remus got the fury of Roman for charring his favorite sword, Patton for ruining his skirt, Logan for somehow setting the nerd on fire, had to deal with Virgil being nonverbal for three weeks thanks to the trauma, and a Janus who recorded the entire event without showing a single emotion)
#sanders sides#virgil sanders#logan sanders#thomas sanders#roman sanders#patton sanders#remus sanders#janus sanders#sanders sides au#analogical#creativitwins#tw cursing#tw mentions of fire#tw bullying#mix matched au
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Mind Your Manners || Kyle and Bex
TIMING: Current PARTIES: @darkh0wl and @inbextween SUMMARY: Bex is studying in the campus library when Kyle interrupts CONTENT: Domestic Abuse mentions
Being back at school felt both familiar and estranged. Bex was more tired these days than most, but that was probably because she was only averaging a few hours of poor, frequently interrupted sleep. Rubbing at her eyes with her palms, she clutched her textbooks to her chest as she made it to the study hall, sliding to a sit on the couch. It probably would’ve been a better idea to sit at one of the tables so she wouldn’t get too comfortable, but Bex was notorious for being able to fall asleep anywhere-- common places usually included tables, the back of a car, and her closet several times. She flipped her book open and tried to concentrate, glaring down at the words on the paper, but she couldn’t find enough concentration. Instead, she felt a little zap or sting of energy hop from her as her mind started wandering. She found herself thinking about different things. She wondered if Nell was doing okay. She thought about what she might get for lunch that day, or if Morgan was going to show up with something for her again, or if Nell was going to show up with something again. She wondered if Mina was busy or if she was in her office. Maybe they could get something together. She wondered if all wolves liked beef jerky as much as-- wait a second, that wasn’t her thought. Blinking wildly, Bex looked up and around but the only person nearby was a dark haired boy who looked just as bored as she felt. “Did you-- say something?” she asked him, brow raising.
If you called him a nerd to his face, Kyle would deny it vehemently. Still, he was currently seated atop a table, in a study hall of a college he did not attend, waiting for his Dungeons and Dragons party to meet up. He was playing catch with himself, a stick of beef jerky dangling out his mouth. It was very good jerky, really. It wasn’t that sasquatch brand, but something his dad had gotten him for Christmas. His dad was a little too open to the wolf thing sometimes, but it worked out fine because so was Kyle. Kyle had recently met Ari, which caused a thought to briefly flicker across his mind. Did all wolves love beef jerky as much as he did? The train of thought was immediately derailed by someone speaking. Kyle looked around to find a girl addressing him. “Hmm?” he mumbled past the jerky still in his mouth. “Mmno, sorry.” He gave her a doofy smile, his thoughts immediately filled with “pretty girl.” Kyle ripped off the portion of the beef jerky that was in his mouth and hopped off the table. “Why, you want me to say something?” Smooth.
Pretty girl echoed in Bex’s head and she had to do a double take because she was more than sure it was this boy’s voice but his mouth hadn’t moved to speak them. Instead he was saying some stupid pick up line but Bex was so bewildered, she hardly noticed, still blinking. “I--” she paused, looking around, then back to the boy. He had rather piercing brown eyes that matched his dark hair as he looked at her and it was then that she noticed the beef jerky in his hands. “It was you!” she said insistently, pointing at the preserved meat in his hand. “You said something about your jerky.” She’d completely forgotten about her book at this point, standing up and hearing it tumble to the floor. “Oh, crap, sorry,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes before bending down to pick up her things, dumping them back on the table. “Where was I? Oh! Right. You-- you did say something. I heard it.”
Kyle’s brow furrowed in confusion. For one thing, he sort of expected that pick up line to work and was more than a little disappointed that it hadn’t. But he hadn’t said anything about his jerky aloud, had he? Wait, was he talking out loud right now? Or--or--or was she inside his head? What if-- Before he could finish that thought completely, the sound of the girl’s books hitting the ground pulled Kyle’s attention. “Oh, let me help,” he offered, crouching beside her and passing her exactly one book. While bent down, his attention...drifted again. She had a nice butt, okay? His eyebrows raised and he politely looked away. Kyle could feel heat spring to his cheeks and he cleared his throat. “Sorry, I didn’t say anything. Or at least I don’t think I said anything? I’m a little confused now, to be honest.”
The offered help was nice...until that. Bex stood up straight, clutching books to her chest. “Are you looking at my ass!?” she snapped, having garnered enough attention that way to know how to defend herself from gross men staring at her. “And you did say something! Then and now! I heard it!” Another little pulse in the air rippled around them as Bex’s emotions rose-- she couldn’t help it. Nell was supposed to be working with her on this stuff, but she still didn’t have that much control unless she really concentrated. And her exhaustion was making it really hard to concentrate. She rubbed her head and scooted away from him. Stupid boys, so immature, she thought sourly, snatching up her stuff. “I’ll just leave, if you can’t be civil,” she grumbled, stuffing it into her bag.
“Your a-a-- I-- N-no!” Kyle glanced down at her butt again. His eyes snapped back up to hers. “Not intentionally!” The blush was creeping to Kyle’s ears now and he swallowed the lump that had settled in his throat. He didn’t mean to look at her butt, he was just eye level and it just happened! He didn’t mean to upset anyone, so he stared at a point on the ground between his shoes as this girl started putting her things away, but then she said something. “Hey, that’s not fair! You can’t chirp at me to be civil and then call me stupid and immature.” Kyle frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. Something about the comment made him feel like he was in high school again, and he resented that. “I didn’t say anything; I don’t know what your goal is here.” Kyle wasn’t being immature, he thought. She was being immature.
“Yes you did!” Bex snapped, grabbing her bag and shouldering it, more irritated than she normally would’ve been considering her lack of sleep. “And I’m not being immature! You are!” Maybe she was being rude or stand-offish, but she wasn’t immature. She didn’t have time for stuff like that. She had to study and take care of herself and make sure her life wasn’t going to fall apart in the next few weeks. Huffing, she rubbed her head as the headache intensified and all she could think was Boys ruin everything. She’d found a perfectly nice spot to sit and be alone and here was this guy who she’d never even see around campus before just hanging around making weird comments. Wolves are stupid anyway, she thought tiredly.
The girl responding to Kyle’s thoughts out loud made him pause for the briefest of seconds. Had he said that outloud? He hadn’t thought so, but...he was just so confused at this point. Nothing made sense right now. Still, Kyle wasn’t immature and he gritted his teeth in frustration. Crossing his arms over his chest, he began walking away from her. This wasn’t worth his time. “Boys ruin everything, huh?” he mumbled under his breath. He rolled his eyes. Honestly, he was ready to walk away and let this go. But then, she said something that he couldn’t let go. “You take that back!” he snapped, rounding on his heel and pointing at her. “Wolves are not stupid! You take that back! It’s a very poor characterization of a population as a whole. You don’t need to paint wolves with a wide brush. It’s rude!”
Bex flinched a little when the boy suddenly started yelling about wolves. “Poor characterization?” she said, lifting a brow. “Are you kidding me? They’re just animals, relax.” And while Bex usually tried her best to be amiable and nice to everyone, she wasn’t exactly feeling it with this boy, despite his attractive face. Probably had something to do with him talking about her ass right away, when all she’d been trying to do was get some work done in the library. “It’s not rude, and besides, it’s just an opinion. You don’t have to get so worked up over it.” She heard him say something else, but this time she’d been staring at his face and his mouth didn’t move at all. “I--” she paused, startled, and stared some more. “What? Wait…” More words flung into her head but he still wasn’t moving his mouth and she stumbled back. “Are you-- what are you doing? Why can I hear you? You’re not talking. What’s going--” Oh no, she thought with a heavy swallow, not this again.
“They’re not just animals,” Kyle grumbled and turned away. If she didn’t have anything nice to say, why say anything at all? Writing off his feelings, his passion, about wolves should be grounds enough to bite her! It was rude, even if this girl insisted it wasn’t. And that wasn’t childish! She might not know it, but that was a very personal thing to say and Kyle could justify his anger to himself. He opened his mouth to protest again, but the girl was talking again and this time she sounded...a little panicked? “What do you mean?” he asked. “I mean, I’m talking, so I’d expect you can hear me…” This girl was acting pretty strange, he thought. He hadn’t met anyone in such a dramatic way before. “What do you mean not this again? Not what again?”
Bex was no longer occupied with arguing about whether wolves deserved proper characterization, because there were too many other thoughts rattling in her head. And they weren’t her thoughts. They were definitely, assuredly his thoughts. Kyle. His name was Kyle. She knew his name was Kyle and he’d never told her and-- that wasn’t supposed to happen. “Nothing!” she squeaked, turning around quickly and beginning to stuff her books even faster into her bag. She needed to call Nell. She needed to get out of there. She needed to get very, very far away. “And I’m not strange!” she piped up suddenly. “I’m extremely normal and not strange at all!” A bold faced lie, especially when it was obvious this boy could read her thoughts as well, but she couldn’t help it-- she was a liar. She lied about most everything in her life, and that included being a liar. “Shut up!” she said, mostly to herself. “I have to go now! It was very not nice meeting you.”
Kyle felt his chest tighten with a sudden burst of anxiety that didn’t belong to him. The flurry of thoughts swarming his head made him pause as Bex threw her things together. He didn’t want to keep her here, but there was something strange going on that he didn’t understand. “Bex, right?” he asked, his lips pressed together. “Are you okay? I-- There’s something weird going on, right? Like right now.” Kyle didn’t have words for what was happening. Mind reading wasn’t real. Werewolves were one thing, but mind reading was a step too far. “I don’t know,” he said, shaking his head to clear it. “You’re not strange, you’re acting strange. Or there’s something strange going on? It hurts my head to think about.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stop the dizzying feeling of anxious thoughts. If Bex was talking about Nell Vural (Kyle couldn’t think of another Nell in town), maybe he would send her a message, too; maybe Nell could get to the bottom of this. Kyle didn’t know her well, but they’d gone to high school together. If Bex thought Nell had the answers, maybe she did. Kyle let his hand fall to his side again. “It was…” he paused for a moment, trying to decide on what to say. “It was nice meeting you.”
“No! No there’s not! There’s nothing weird going on right now and-- you know Nell?” Bex interrupted herself, her face screwing up into a strange grimace. “No-- never mind. I have to-- I need to go now. I’m sorry. About the whole--” she waved her hand as she shouldered her back pack and started heading out, “wolf thing or whatever. Um-- if you hear anything weird in your head, just ignore it. Yep, yeah. Ignore it! Okay--” she rubbed the back of her head. “Bye!” She spun on her heel and high-tailed it out of the library as fast as she possibly could, feet skirting along the ground quickly. She needed to find Nell, she needed to get help, she needed to stop thinking about wolves.
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Back Then
Part 9 to '100 Promises'
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"Hey, call me back when you get this, or um... when you have a minute. I know you're busy, but... just... call me when you get the chance," your voice softly said through the phone. It sounded like you had been crying. He sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair. "Fuck... (Y/N). She really needs me right now, and I'm at work. Damn it," he cursed, leaning back in his chair.
You had to go up to Iwate, as your mother had called the night before in tears saying your grandmother had passed away. He knew how much pain you were in. You were always close to your grandmother. He quickly dialed your number, putting the phone up to hear ear, listening to it ring. He tapped his fingers on the desk anxiously, reading through the paper that explained the basis of what the game was so he could have a distraction. He heard you pick up. "H-hello?" You sniffled. "Hey (N/N), how are you holding up?" He asked. He heard you laugh softly. "Not well at all, if I'm being honest. I wish you were here with me," you said, your voice shaky. It pained him that he wasn't there. "I wish I was there to help you, but I really can't... I'm so sorry (Y/N)," he said. The door to the office opened, and he turned quickly, seeing his coworker. Niragi pointed to his phone in apology. " 'Ragi... can we video call later? Please?" You asked. "Yeah, yeah... we can do that. I'll call you later, I promise. I have to go though. I'm so sorry again (N/N)," he said, trying to excuse himself without sounding rude. "Ok... thanks for calling. I know you're at work, so thank you for making time for me... Bye, love you," you responded. He could hear the tears in your voice. "No problem. Love you too, bye," he responded(is that... weird? Because I do that my friends, and I just- I don't know-.) The line disconnected, and he dropped his head into his hands.
"That your girlfriend?" His coworker asked. He had forgotten they were in they room. Niragi lifted his head from his hands, and shook his head. "No. She's my friend," he responded. "Oh. You two much be close then?" His coworker questioned. Niragi nodded. "Did something happen? You seemed to be fustrated at something," they observed. "Oh, no.... it's just that her grandmother passed away, and she's... she's handling it. But, it's hard on her, as expected. She keeps saying how she wishes I was there to help her, but I really can't," Niragi explained. This coworker of his was one of the pleasant ones. One the ones who did their fair share of work, and wasn't annoying. So, by that logic, Niragi didn't mind them. "Oh... that sucks. My condolences to her..." they said sincerely. Niragi knew they didn't really know how to... people correctly. What that mean was, they were kind of awkward, but so was he. Maybe that's why they didn't really get in each other's way. "Maybe you could say it's a family emergency? If you're that close with her, of course." They suggested. They walked over to his messy desk, pointing at a picture. "Is that her?" They asked. Niragi nodded. "I think that was from... oh gods... two summers ago? Yeah..." he muttered. "I mean, it's probably not a good idea to lie to the boss, but if you're that worried, I think it's a justified lie," the said. Niragi nodded, but didn't say anything, getting lost in his thoughts.
"I um... I came to give you this. The client changed their mind about a few things," they said, placing a folder of papers down. "Oh you've got to be fucking joking me," he groaned, before quickly apologizing for his language. Sure, if he was alone in his office he'd swear, but there was someone else in the office now. That wasn't exactly work appropriate. "No, no... that's... that sums up everyone's reaction. Especially since we were so close to being done... well, I'll leave you to it," they said, leaving with the soft shutting of the door. He sighed, picking up the file, reading through the changes. He tried to concentrate, but his mind was elsewhere. You had taken time off before to help him, so why couldn't he? What if he did what his coworker advised? He made up his mind quickly, not really thinking of anything other than the fact that right now, you needed him. And you were always there when he needed you. You always took care of him, even when you didn't need to.
He dialled your phone number again, this time, it was a video call just like you asked. "Hey," you voice greeted him. You were in what he assumed to be your bed at your grandmother's house. "'Hey. So... I may or may not have lied to my boss about something, so if he asks, promise you'll go along with it?" He asked. "Umm.. depends," you responded. "Ok, I'll tell you in a second. Just... come open the door it's freezing out here," he said, a small smile on his face. Your eyes lit up, and you dropped the phone running downstairs. He could hear your footsteps, and ended the call. You opened the door, and hugged him tightly. He almost stumbled from your attack, but hugged you back. "I- I thought you had- had work?" You questioned, drying the tears that had started. "Yeah, so... if my boss ever asks... um... just-" he stuttered. ''What did you tell him we were married?" You laughed. "Not... exactly?" He hesitated. "You told him we were engaged, didn't you?" You asked. "I needed to come up with a believable lie, and it was the first ting that came to mind, please don't be mad," he explained nervously. "I'm not... thank you for doing... all of that to come here. I really appreciate it," you said, bringing him inside. Your mother hadn't made it yet, as she was on a trip in America. She'd gotten the news over call, so you were alone in the house. Well, that was until Niragu showed up, but you're glad he did.
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It was the middle of the night, and you couldn't sleep. There was always something keeping you up. You threw the blankets off of your body in frustration, standing up. You walked into the kitchen, and grabbed a cup, filling it with water. "What are you doing up so late?"
You jumped, dropping the glass. It shattered on the floor, spilling water and glass everywhere. You looked up to see Niragi. "Haha. I can't sleep," you explained, picking up the larger pieces of glass. "Well that sucks," he said, leaning on the counter. "Yeah, I'm going to go on a walk to see if I get tired," you said, drying up the water. "(Y/N), it's night time," he said. You finished picking up and nodded. "I'm... well aware," you responded confused. "You're a woman... going out for a walk... at night. Alone," he reminded. You sighed looking down. He was definitely on the right track. "Right... uh, I'll just go to my room then... we don't have plans tomorrow do we?" You asked. He shook his head. "You know what? No, come on. I'll drive you around, yeah? Let's see if we can find something to get you tired," he said, grabbing his keys off the counter. You grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Can I get my hoodie? It's cold," you asked. You were in a tank top and a pair of spandex. "Yeah. I'll be in the car, don't take too long," he said, leaving.
You quickly ran to your room, throwing on your favorite hoodie. You also grabbed a pair of tennis shoes from your closet, slipping them on. You snatched your phone from your dresser, putting it in the pocket of your hoodie. You ran to the front door, locking it, and closing it behind you. You ran out to his car, opening the passenger side door. You felt the warmth from inside the car, and goosebumps appeared on your skin. You got in quickly, shutting the door as you did. "Ready?" He asked. You nodded, and he began driving.
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"Alright, it's the moment of truth, which mental breakdown thing will we do today?" You questioned. He laughed. "It's 2 in the morning, we're drunk, and having mental breakdowns. Twinsies~" he said. You laughed, leaning on him. "No but seriously, cutting my hair is a big no, so tattoos or piercings?" You questioned. "Both. Let's go!" You shouted, grabbing his arm. "Woah Woah woah. Before we go, what do we do if a cop pulls us over?" He asked, being serious. "Nothing. ACAB bitch," you giggled. "Ok, and I'm driving-"
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All in all, you two had moments that seems like you were the main characters of the whole world. Of course, during high school you two were cautious about what you did, seeing as you still had to worry about your bullies and fathers. But after high school? Oh, no. You two were the kids that didn't have to study for the test because you were to smart. Staying out at parties and keeping perfect grades was your guy's thing.
You two would stay up doing projects out of your own ambition. The essay was due in a month and needed to be 3 pages? You would both finish and turn it in the week it was assigned, and it was 13 pages. Of course, that was a problem, seeing as you would extend yourselves past your limits. It was a thing you were taught to do as children to be overachievers because you would do anything to please your parents. Even if you knew they would never be pleased.
Maybe that's why your previous relationships hadn't worked out. There was 4 in total.
The first broke up with you because he didn't like Niragi. What did they want you to do? Drop your childhood best friend? No way.
The second cheated on you. Niragi had warned you, but you didn't listen. He had said that he thought you were cheating on him with Niragi.
The third turned out to be a manipulator, which you caught on to quickly. He tried to manipulate a girl who grew up with an abusive father, who takes forensics and psychology classes. So, in short, he was a dumbass.
The fourth... the fourth was just annoyingly clingy. He didn't want you to talk to other guys, and didn't let you as independent as you wanted to be.
One thing they all had in common though, was that they didn't like Niragi. They expected you to drop your best friend for them, something you wouldn't do, and didn't plan on ever doing.
"What are you thinking about?" Last Boss whispered next to you. It caught you off guard, and you jumped. "Ah, sorry... just... thinking about stuff. Nothing important," you said. He nodded, going back to whatever he was doing beforw. Niragi smirked, nudging you with his elbow. "You got Last Boss to talk to you? Oh he must like you a lot," Niragi teased, rather loudly. You rolled your eyes, and you heard Last Boss scoff. "What are you? The guys from high school?" You said. His face scrunched up in disgust, and you saw his hands grip onto his gun. You cautiously moved away slightly. "Don't compare me to them," he spat. You nodded your head to his gun. "Then don't act like them."
#alice in borderland#niragi#×reader#Y/N does get to knock sense into him later why do you ask?#will she die?#probably not#i dont want to give him more trauma :)#but it wont stop me-#im joking...#kind of.
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how do u feel abt doing smth like a modern au where billy is like , all this punk rock and teen angst and leather nd jean jackets kinda of thing and steve is the exact opposite of him with fluffy skirts and soft polos nd just really soft and they two have seen eachother but dont actually talk to one another until they have a school project and they just. fall in love overtime? basically , femme steve + punk rock billy falling in love.
(pt. 2) also!! happy 21st birthday 💓💕💗💖💕
The university had a strict core curriculum, meaning that Steve was ten minutes late for his Philosophy of the Modern Era class.
He couldn’t find the room, was wandering around in this basement with his schedule written on the back of his hand. He was peering at room numbers and muttering to himself 067 067 067.
“You looking for that philosophy class?” Steve turned around at the voice.
The guy was stomping down the hallway in big leather boots. His jeans were ripped and shredded, and he was wearing a black t-shirt with pink font reading Dog Park Dissidents. His denim jacket was covered in pins and patches and sharpie drawings. He had Silence = Death written on one of the pockets, Being nice IS punk rock was scrawled down one arm.
“Yeah, that modern era one?” The guy smiled and nodded, reaching forward to shake Steve’s hand. His eyes were a startling blue, lined with a thin smudge on black. His hair was wild and curly, shaved on each side into this beachy looking mohawk. He had his nose and his eyebrow pierced, along with several in his ears.
“Billy Hargrove.”
“Steve Harrington.” Steve could feel the tips of his ears go red as Billy looked him up and down. He was wearing something cute for the first day of class, a chunky white cardigan over a soft pink peasant dress. He had gotten up early to do his makeup well, and was late to class anyway because this stupid building was a fucking maze.
They set off down the hall together, looking at each door they passed by.
“Oh shit. Pretty Boy, I think I got it.” Steve flushed slightly at being called pretty, still not used to being able to dress like this in public. Billy wrenched open the door, and stomped in, not a care in the world for being twenty minutes late.
The professor raised his eyebrow.
“And what were you two doing out in the hall?”
“I’m sorry, we couldn’t find the room.” Steve’s cheeks were hot as he was standing at the front of the class.
“That’s okay. you have missed class introductions, to please say your names, pronouns and majors.”
“Billy Hargrove, he/him, double majoring in literature and social work.”
“Steve Harrington, he/they. I’m also a double major in education and early childhood development.” The professor made a note on his role sheet.
“Thank you, you may sit down.” Steve went for the back of the room, flopping into the first empty seat he could find, ducking his head as he quietly got his laptop out. Billy had stomped into the seat next to him, had gotten out a notebook and proceeded to doodle in it for the rest of class.
He sat next to Billy every Monday Wednesday and Friday from 9:20-10:35 and and outside of their ten minute search for the classroom, they had yet to say anything to one another.
It certainly didn’t help that Steve was harboring a little crush on the guy. He would watch him in class, the way he would doodle little sunflowers in the margins of his notes, smiling softly at them.
“So, for the rest of the semester you will be working in pairs. I want you to go through the readings we have completely and work together with the philosophers we have discussed to create your own system for the modern era. How do you believe society exists now?” Billy turned to Steve, grinning at him.
“You wanna be my partner?” Steve gave a sheepish smile, his heart racing.
“I, um. Yes. Yeah, I’ll be your partner.” Steve dug his phone out of the tight pocket of his skirt, trading with Billy. He put his number under Steve Harrington - Modern Era Philosphy.
“You wanna get coffee after class, start working through our beliefs?”
“Um, sure. I don’t have class until, like, 3:30 today.” Billy grinned again and fucking winked at Steve. He needed to calm the fuck down.
“So basically, a lot of my beliefs are based on the punk message.” Billy was sipping at his black coffee, had laughed and said should’ve fucking known when Steve ordered a large mocha with extra chocolate syrup, and whipped cream. “I’m a very live and let live person, but I believe everyone should live and let live. If someone is trying to dictate how others should exist, they’re fucking garbage.”
“Okay, I actually really agree with that.”
“That’s because you’re punk rock.” Steve laughed, but Billy’s eyes were serious. “No seriously, there’s nothing more punk rock than being unapologetically yourself.”
“When did you get into punk philosophy?”
“When I was in high school. My dad was a real prick, and I was angry, and a lot of punk is loud and pissed off and it helped, but then I started going to shows, and talking to people, and it’s not what you’d expect. Everyone at a show is like a weird family for a night. If someone comes in and tries to fuck with someone, the family deals. I can’t tell you how many fights I saw that broke out because someone was perving on a girl, and these other guys started protecting her. And that only grew as I started getting into queercore.”
Steve was listening to Billy, eyes wide as he described stories from shows, how he had jumped in on fights to defend the family, how he would walk girls home or to their cars parked a ways down the street, how he knew everyone would do the same for him.
“God, I wish I had a community like that. I didn’t really have anyone growing up. You know, token queer in a small town kinda vibe.” Billy smiled at him sympathetically.
“That why you came out to San Fransisco?”
“Oh yeah. Wanted to come somewhere where, this, didn’t matter.” He gestured to himself. “I just don’t get why it bothers people. I just do it because it makes me happy. I don’t know why it concerns anyone else.” Billy was nodding vigorously.
“Exactly. That’s the whole truth about being queer. People hate you for something that has nothing to do with them. It’s completely wack. Like if I’m with someone in whatever capacity, we’re both consenting adults. It literally doesn’t matter.”
“Do you think we could expand upon this enough for our project? Talk about how we feel the world should just stop caring about what other people do if it has nothing to do with them.” Billy grinned.
“I think we could make something happen.”
They began getting coffee after each class, taking through their project, finding resources to back up the ideas they had discussed. The more time they spent together, the more Steve liked Billy, liked how sweet he was, how positive. They talked about having terrible parents, how Billy’s dad had kicked him out at sixteen for being gay, how he had lived with friends, saving up to get himself through college. They talked about how Steve’s dad had found his stash of makeup and threw it all away, making sure it was ruined and broken. How disappointed his father was that he was studying to become a teacher.
There was one Friday they had met up and stayed all day in the coffee shop stayed until the 5 pm closing.
“You wanna come over? I have a single room. We can keep working.” Billy grinned at Steve like he always did, showing off all his white teeth. So they walked side by side to Steve’s room.
Steve kept his room neat, a habit left over from overbearing parents who would shame him into cleaning his room.
Steve’s room was exactly how Billy imagined.
He had soft white lights, a full length mirror on one wall. His bed was covered in pillows, duvets, and even a few stuffed animals. The wall above the bed was covered in pictures of Steve back home, several with a group of younger kids, and a lot with a blonde girl.
“This your girlfriend?” Steve snorted.
“No, that’s Robin. She and I are just really close friends.”
“What’s with the kids?” Steve blushed.
“I babysat all through high school, and those kids kinda adopted me as their pseudo parent. It was a lot of driving them all over town.”
“That’s cute. That why you wanna teach?”
“Yeah, I’m good with kids.” Steve had plopped himself on the made bed. He watched as Billy took off his heavy boots, placing them neatly by the door before stepping onto Steve’s plush grey rug. His socks were thick wool and had little cartoon dogs on them. Steve was in love.
Billy sat with Steve on the bed. He was taking a closer look at the photos.
“I could see that for you. You’re a caring type.” Steve looked down as his feet, could feel his face getting hot.
“Why did you pick social work?”
“When I was a kid, CPS would be called to our place like, once every few months. My dad was a real good schmoozer, so I would always just be left with him. I wanna be able to help kids get out of bad situations.”
“God, and you call me a caring type. You’re gonna save the world.” Billy laughed.
“The children are the future. I’ll save ‘em, you teach ‘em.” When Steve looked up, Billy was leaning closer into Steve’s space. He had a soft smile on his face. His eyes were bright and beautiful and so fucking blue. “Can I kiss you?”
“Can you, what?”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Why?” Billy still hadn’t leaned back.
“‘Cause I have a big dumb crush on you, and I think you have one on me.” Steve’s face was pink.
“I, uh, yeah. Go, go for it.” Billy laughed, taking Steve’s face in both hands. He leaned in, just gently pressing their lips together.
“So, was I right?”
“Yes. Very much so.” Billy laughed again, loud and sweet, pressing another kiss to Steve’s lips.
“You wanna go on a date? A real one? Not just us getting coffee and pretending we both weren’t totally into each other.” Steve snorted again.
“Yeah, I would really like that.”
#harringrove#yikes writes#harringrove ficlet#harringrove drabble#steve harrington#steve harrington x billy hargrove#billy hargrove x steve harrington#billy hargrove
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“So have you guys found anything on the new students yet?”
Hermione shook her head, her already frizzy hair seemingly defying gravity and even frizzier. “That’s the thing. There’s nothing about any magical academies in Japan!”
Harry frowned. “That’s rather suspicious; they’re probably lying about that as well.”
Ron stared at him as if he were crazy. “But Dumbledore himself let them in; a bunch of teens couldn’t lie to him, could they?”
‘Well Umbridge was let in, and she lies to Dumbledore more than Lavender preaches Trelawney.’
Harry shrugged, but did not spare the two a glance, instead opting to stare at the transfer students over at the Slytherin table, joking and laughing at something Todoroki had said, going by the satisfied smile on his face.
‘I didn’t think that the bloke could even smile.’ It was definitely an improvement to their tenseness that morning though, all five of them bent over a newspaper in foreign letters. The words “Breakout” And “Tartarus” being prominent.
Iida’s loud chuckles brought Harry back to the present; the Slytherin’s hand chopping up and down quickly became nothing more than a blur.
A loud smack echoed throughout the hall and hysterical laughter erupted, Iida bowing with a furious blush across his face, but he was still laughing. Harry stared before turning to look back at Todoroki, who removed his hand from the lower half of his face to reveal a steady stream of blood trickling down from his nose, slightly filling the crevice in his lips as it dripped down his chin.
“How are they laughing while their friend is bleeding?” Hermione said, her voice taking on a slightly disgusted tone. Ron beside her shrugged. “Who knows with those snakes? They probably take pleasure in hurting others.”
Surprisingly it was Dean and Seamus that spoke up, Dean’s eyebrow risen in disbelief. “Actually, they aren’t that bad, that Iida bloke helps other students with studying and reminds them to take breaks at the library and on more than one occasion I’ve seen Midoriya fall down the stairs and lay at the base for a solid five minutes before saying “Why has god forsaken me?” then getting up like nothing had happened.”
Seamus nodded as he placed his goblet down. “I saw Uraraka climbing the side of the stairs instead of the actual stairs and not once did she slip!” Seamus quickly swallowed another mouthful of pasta, the evening light shining in through the windows and bouncing off pieces of cutlery. “And I’m pretty sure that I saw Asui relaxing in the lake outside.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “You sure you’re not under an imperious curse?” He muttered. And if he stabbed into his food with more aggression than necessary, no one mentioned it. A few minutes passed in tense silence, the sound of laughter and cutlery scraping against plates surrounding them and filling the hall.
An ear-splitting crash from the doors as they slammed against the walls silenced the entire hall, every student's head-turning to stare incredulously as Filch ran through, his breathing laboured. “Fire!” He wheezed. “The forbidden forest is on fire!”
Gasps rang out, students turning to stare at each other. “The fire is very strange though!”
Dumbledore stood, eyes concerned. “What do you mean Argus?”
Filch shook his head. “The fire’s blue!”
Harry stared with wide eyes. “Blue fire?” He hissed, turning to look at Hermione, only she was staring at the transfers. Harry turned to look at the transfers, who all had shock and anger swimming in their eyes, eyebrows drawn and frowns marring their faces.
The hall's doors slammed shut again, the thunderous slam made several students jump.
Umbridge stood in shock, her pink and fuzzy form trembling from either fear or cruel excitement. Either way, it made Harry uncomfortable. He turned to look back at the Slytherin table, narrowing his eyes when he saw the transfers huddled together, clearly whispering about something.
Slow and deliberate footsteps echo from the hallway, easily cutting through the tense silence in the Great Hall. The transfer’s eyes widened.
The next few moments happened in slow motion.
Iida’s eyes narrowed before suddenly flying across the hall and slamming into Filch, the speed quicker than a golden snitch, the two landing on the other side of the Gryffindor’s table just as a large column of blistering fire burst through the doors, multiple students screaming in terror.
As soon as it started, the fire sizzled out of existence, only the destroyed doors and sapphire embers displaying any evidence of what had just occurred. Low laughter filled the hall, amused and husky.
“Well well well, what do we have here?”
Harry stared at the ruined archway, a singular figure standing amongst the destruction. Psychotic blue eyes glowed with delight, a cruel smile that even Draco or Bellatrix couldn’t ever hope to match stretched purple scars, the staples and piercing in his face dragging his skin in multiple directions.
“Merlin’s beard…”
‘Death Eaters?’
Multiple members of staff stood from their chairs, wands pointed directly at the intruder. Dumbledore glared at the death eater. “Who are you and what do you want?”
The stranger merely laughed a low and grating sound, he dropped into a low showman’s bow, one hand on the stomach and the other stretched out.
“Me? My name’s Dabi and I’m here on the behalf of the League of Villains.” Dabi straightened with a crazed look in his eyes. “There is a set of particular students we want, and we will take them.” He flexed a hand, purple scarring and withered skin mutilated and held together with staples. “With, or without your permission.”
Dabi tilted his head, some ash falling from his black hair. Hermione grabbed Harry’s wrist. “I think they mean you, Harry.” She said lowly, Ron nodding from beside her.
A shot of red light left Dumbledore’s wand, crashing with a shower of sparks into Dabi’s chest. Only for him to move not a single inch, instead, he giggled. “What was that? It tickled.”
Everyone stared in shock. “T-that’s not meant to be possible.” Neville squeaked, eyes wide with terror. “He doesn’t even have a wand!”
“Very well, if that’s how you want to play.”
Dabi spread his arms out wide and tilted his head back. “Let us show you how we Villains play.”
As if on cue multiple ‘arms’ of purple smoke shot out violently from behind Dabi, filling the hall and sending multiple students screaming. Harry hacked into his fist, choking on the smog as it whirled around the students.
With too much effort, Harry reached around blindly and grabbed Ron and Hermione, his gut dragging as if he was in a port key. With a scream, he suddenly felt the cold wind and the heat of fire crash against him, Ron and Hermione’s screams filling the air as they crashed into the forest floor.
As soon as it started it ended, the chaos of the great hall suddenly replaced with the crackling of the fire. Stumbling to his feet Harry looked at the burning forest around him, the heat stifling and smoke trailing lazily into the air.
“Dean!”
Jerking to look over his shoulder Harry watched as Seamus scrambled over to Dean’s limp form. “Dean? Dean!”
Seamus shook Dean a few more times, sighing relief when he let out a small grunt. “Guys! Dean’s hurt!”
“Let me see.”
Jumping Harry whipped around to see Uraraka walking toward Dean and Seamus, only a few scratches marring her skin.
With a simple nod, Seamus rolled Dean over from his side, his head lying in the other's lap while Uraraka knelt beside the wizards, Dean’s eyes opening blearily. He hissed in pain. Uraraka frowned, hand pressing gently against Dean’s ankle, then looking up to check his eyes. “His ankles sprained and a minor concussion by the looks of it, but other than that he should be okay.”
Seamus sighed and nodded his head. “You hear that Dean, you’re gonna be okay.” Dean merely nodded. Uraraka inhaled then exhaled, seemingly unbothered by the fire. “Do you trust me?” She asked, handheld in front of her.
Seamus and Dean shared a look before shrugging. “You haven’t given us a reason not to.”
Uraraka nodded and inhaled deeply, hand coming to rest on Dean’s arm. A shimmer of pink glowed from her hand, and Dean began to float.
Jerking Harry drew his wand and pointed it at the girl, who merely stared at him with an unimpressed look on her face.
“Really?” She huffed, ignoring the shocked look of Seamus, moving to stare at Ron and Hermione, who also had their wands drawn. “You’re going to attack me, in the middle of a forest, while we’re surrounded by enemies?” Harry scowled.
“What are you talking about? You’re clearly with them!”
A disgusted expression crossed Uraraka’s face. “Me, with them?” She scoffed. “Please, why would I side with the villains that kidnapped and try to kill my friends?”
Ron’s wand wavered before he hesitantly lowered it. “She does have a point mate.”
Hermione shot Ron an incredulous look. The redhead shrugged his shoulders and pocketed his wand. “I mean, I don’t like the fact that she’s a Slytherin, but I’m pretty sure that houses don’t matter when it comes to life or death.”
He stared at Uraraka. “You said that they tried to kill your friend’s right?”
Uraraka nodded, arms coming to cross against her chest. Ron turned to look at Harry and Hermione, who both still had their wands pointing towards the transfer. “Well, then that’s good enough for me,”
He smirked. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?”
Uraraka smiled. Harry rose an eyebrow and said, “Where’d you get that from?” Ron shrugged and turned to look at the fire that burned in the distance and around them. “I do read you know.”
“Well how about we don’t just stand around waiting for something to come and kill us and instead get a move on?”
Harry looked past Uraraka to see Seamus hoisting Dean onto his back, grunting in surprise when he obviously didn’t struggle with the boy’s weight. “Okay that’s weird, why is Dean so light?”
Uraraka smiled. “I simply lowered his gravity to make him lighter for you to carry him!”
Hermione spluttered. “There’s no spell for that other than Levicorpus! And it certainly doesn’t work the way you used it”
Harry nodded. “So what are you?” He asked. Uraraka sighed. “Now’s not the time for that, I’ll explain later.” Harry rose an eyebrow in disbelief. She groaned. “Stop being a dumbass Potter-Kun, Finnigan-Kun is right; we’re sitting ducks waiting for villains out here.”
A loud boom and crash echoed through the forest, the ground beneath them rumbling none-too-gently. Uraraka grunted and stared up at the sky. “Stay here!” Her stern and fierce tone froze them in place, and before Harry could rebut her, she had placed her hands on her arm and was steadily floating into the air.
A minute later and she was dropping back to the ground with a huff. “Shoto’s in that direction!” She pointed somewhere towards the edge of the forest. Hermione stuttered. “Does he have those weird abilities like you?” Uraraka nodded.
“C’mon!”
The brunette dashed off, leaving them no choice but to follow.
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