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[fallow-foot]

The Leader and the Guide

Been playing a niche randomized blind genetics challenge recently and got this brother and sister pair! Meet Flamii and Bearee!

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a tiramisu please?

Bottom male reader perhaps meeting Alessio at a club or party and being smitten with him and decides to have a one night stand with him

Also is it ok if I am 🖍️anon? (Pronounced like craynon)

˖⁺. “ pretty party boy ! ” : 

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you found the flirtatious hunk at the club rather cute - and it seems like the both of you can't keep your hands off of each other. might as well head over and get into his pants, right?

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Parties seemed to be his scene. Even moreso when he's got a pretty lil' thing like you grinding up on him on the dance floor. He barely knew your name but he sure as hell knew the taste of your lips. Fuck. You were fun to kiss.

He found that out especially so when you stumbled with him through the hazes of booze and bright lights. His hands were all over you from the crowd to the bar. He bought you a drink, then two. Let you pipe on about how you're so happy you can unwind after exam week. He finds out you're a student at his uni. Well ain't that convenient?

"Mechanical huh?"

"Yup! First year."

"Well if you need a tutor," his lips smile into the rim of his glass. Glossy emerald eyes flicker over in time for you giggle. Your hand shoves at his arm. Electric. Your touch, your eyes. Everything about you.

So eager too. You just slipped off of his lap after another steamy makeout. Did you even remember his name? "You offerrin' me something, 'essio?" Seems you do. He quite likes it on your tongue.

His hand falls back to your thigh, just as greedy. A calloused thumb strokes along the fabric of your pants. If he could he'd dig in here and now. You'd love the feel of his silver rings clamped round your thighs as he split your pretty little hole open. "Maybe I am. It working?"

What a charmer. His words couple with a grin and a wink. Dangerous. That's the only way to describe. But like most forbidden things, the man donned in silver and black drips with allure.

You are no saint. Indulge, why don't you?

What else were you to do? Pass up on a guy who's so evidently packing something in his ripped black jeans? No way in hell. You snatched him up the second you could. A second make-out, then a third. All the way back to your apartment.

The door shut and the next second he shows you his strength. Wraps large hands round your thighs and hoists you up. Shoves you back into the wall just as his tongue does your mouth. Chills wash over you as a silver piercing graces your pink muscle so graciously. How friendly.

Alessio's far from a patient man. He'll tongue kiss you breathless all while stripping haphazardly at your clothes. Chuckle when you whine and buck at the hand that had just been pre-occupying itself with your pleasure. Another cute thing — your dick in his palm. Especially how it squirts and twitches all over.

"Pobrecito," his tongue clicks beside your ear. His hand returns to your hard cock and squeezes at the head once - twice - as he drops you down into your sheets. Handling you and your furniture as if he owned the damn place. "Too greedy for a man you just met? Or are ya just that pent up?"

The jerky motion of his palm is cruel. You hiccup and he makes sure to kiss on your adam's apple while you grind into the calloused feel. "Please," you quiver. "Please - please please."

Warmth withdraws, you nearly whine and reach for his hair to cling. "Oh baby I haven't even stretched you out yet." Spit streaks your hole, he's got good aim. You can't really appreciate it as his words run rampant through your mind.

Stretch you out? "I can take it - jus' need some lube. I'm not a virgin." So proudly you say it and yet - the shadow of emerald peering down at you renders you nearly timid. He chuckles, deep and dark as his thumb flicks across your tip.

"Aww that's cute."

His free hand circles fingers at your rim. The centre of his brows crease and knit upwards as he croons while you throb around his slowly inching fingers. "That so? Please." Another snicker. Cocky bastard. But maybe he's right, with the way two fingers stuff you up you're suddenly reconsidering what he might be hiding down there.

He'll stretch you out on his fingers more than once. It's slow for the first round. You wonder if that's what he prefers — but the second has you jerking, crying as he fucks his fingers in till the knuckle. So effortless too. Like he's done this multiple times before.

Seems like it. The way he croons and cooes at you tells you he's said these words before. The way he so expertly know where to curl his criminally long and thick fingers only motivates the fact. He'd get you off twice like that. Lean down and kiss your sticky tip so messily before he finally backs off.

What the fuck. Oh that's more than you could have ever imagined. His fat cockhead slaps back into him. Tall and proud with throbs at his tip to match. And that vein that pulses on the underside? You lick your lips to restrain the urge to swoop down and suckle on it. Not that he'd give you a chance with the snatch to your thighs that yanks you to the end of the bed, his cock rests atop your thigh. Fuck — it's heavy too.

He asks if you're ready. What a gentleman. As if he wasn't making you cream on his fingers just a second ago. Caresses your sides and positions. He even made sure to jerk you off a bit while he pushed in. Maybe he's addicted to your pleasure.

Pop! The tip alone has you straining. You squeeze out lube he drizzled all over combined with his saliva. What's Alessio doing? Grinning. As he splits you open on his cock and grips your waist when you try to squirm. Yanks you back down on his dick so that your ass is spread wide as he jams between your legs.

"This the same cock you said you could take hermoso?"

Skin slaps wet and rapid. Plap plap plap! His balls smack against your ass. Strong hands yank you down on every plough of his cock. You're drooling. Loopy. Head limped into the sheets and hands barely gripping anymore.

A mess of your cum stains your thighs and splatters your tummy. Runs down your poor abused ass to mix with Alessio's seed. He's pumped you full who-knows how many times.

And he's still going.

Your dick squirts more when he grabs it with his free hand that's not got your thigh hunched over his muscled shoulder in a tight slot. "Answer me pretty boy." Even his hiss drips with sex appeal.

You try to nod. Try to speak. How can you when he starts bullying a gummy spot so deep inside. Knocking so roughly. Sloshing up your heat with sprays of more cum. How isn't he stopping?

"C-Can - can take it - can take - hngh - 'e-essiiioooooo I can't takkeee iiitttt."

With a shaky hand you pathetically clamp on his bicep. You want him close. And he's so gracious for a man you just met. He drops his weight and squishes you in half. Pours kisses down your neck as he slams all the way. Throbs a few times. Then shallowly fucks you through another orgasm.

You search for his lips. Messy. Just like the kiss he wretches your jaw into. Oh how he suffocates you. How he pumps you full and has your smaller body creaming all over him.

"Tha's what I thought. Yeah. Fucking whore thought he could take me first try huh?" He keeps a grip tight around your jaw when he parts from your lips. Saliva is the only connecting. Strings of slick just like down below where your tight ass spurts messes of cum again and again.

"Right baby? You can take it. Not a virgin after all - fuckk - so take it!"

Another slam. Your body jerks on the bed. You tear nails down his back and sniffle out a sob as you spray his toned abdomen again. The knot in your tummy is tight. Legs tremble on his shoulders. "Please - pleasepleasee-ease-easseeee"

How pathetic. All Alessio can do is chuckle along the crook of your neck as he paints hickies in return of your cum that decorates him.

He thought you were cute at the party alone. But you're fucking adorable when you struggle to take his cock.

  Despite the roughness he'll pepper soft kisses all over your face once it's over. Hoist you up into his big arms and carry you to the bathroom. How the hell isn't he spent? You can barely see straight!

You'd be in and out of consciousness but he'll make sure to clean you up. Get you nice and comfortable in your bed before slotting in beside you.

You're surprised to see he's still there in the morning. In your kitchen - making you food? "An apology for wrecking your ass." He jokes. You could get used to this. . . but it's just a one night stand, right? You're reminded of that once he's out the door.

Well. Until later that night when your phone pings. When did you give him your number??

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[meanbossart]

Jacked anon again (jeez I guess this is my legacy on your blog now lmao), I tend to forget how ripped he technically is in game, but that's because I tend to ignore that. Bro has a default strength stat of 8, which means a -1 to strength checks and strength based stats, so I tend to attribute his in game model's defined abs and tits to a few things: 1) not much variation to the game's body models, and 2) bro was starving for years, and so any muscle he did build up, whether for aesthetics purposes to lure in victims for Cazador or working out our of boredom or whatever the hell you want to say it was, were especially noticeable due to the fact that he was starving. Kind of like Hollywood movie stars being severely dehydrated so their abs are super noticeable.

So I personally don't see him as being super buff due to the combination of those things. Not to say he shouldn't have any muscle whatsoever, I just tend to forget that not everyone interprets things in the same way haha. To me, Astarion would be on the thinner side if there was more variation in BG3's body models. I also don't tend to see people drawing Astarion as buff as you do (nothing wrong with that at all btw, I love men with tits) and the fact that in your lore he's a Rogue/Fighter multiclass, it's definitely fitting and fun to see a different interpretation of him. Does that make sense? I hope that makes sense lmao. All this to say, I love how you draw him. There's no right or wrong way to draw a character (for the most part, nuance exists) and I enjoy seeing the different ways people draw him!

LOL, there are worse things to be than "the Jacked Anon", at least. Thanks for playing along!

At some point in my life I heard from a DM that stats should not necessarily be a factor in how a person designs & roleplays a character; and I really like that! Otherwise, I could see how characters within x or y mono class could all turn out a little too similar, so that's usually the assumption I operate under - though like you said, it's all up to preference, and at the end of the day I do still like to point and laugh whenever a low CHAR character sticks their elbow into their pint while flirting at the inn.

For me, I take the character's body types pretty much as they are save for some small changes I would make if it were up to my preference - but they wouldn't really affect their silhouette overall. Here are my personal justifications for everyone's vacuum sealed six-packs, plus what I would tweak if I had the chance:

Astarion: He was very fit when he died, and his body retains that state as long as he's well fed. I personally like to make him even more pale than he appears in-game and emphasize the tired eyes.

Gale: Using a charm to improve his appearance. I wouldn't change anything per-se, but I would have made it that at some point throughout the game he stops using illusion magic on himself and reveals a paler, older-looking man whose whole half of his body is rotting off.

Karlach: Just beef her up, to be honest. I also would have liked her outfit to resemble some type of rugged uniform to solidify the mercenary/wardog aspect of her story.

Lae'zel: She's perfect, LOL. But I wouldn't scoff at unique gith armor for her and perhaps a shorter haircut.

Shadowheart: A more, erm, subtle armor set would have been nice, and I think they could have pushed a more wild/messy look with the hair and makeup like we see in the concept art. it would have made her far more unique and served as a really neat visual foreshadow of her incident from childhood/father's lycantropy. I especially like the ones where her hair almost completely covers her eyes.

Wyll: I mostly think that his transformation into a devil could have been far more dramatic, but I also believe a large body type would have suited him more and made for a nice contrast with his gentle nature.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

A few notes about Realm SMP:

Tubbo hopes to have an event every week and ideally thinks this would be a 6 month server

There's a "level up" system but it will be tailored so people won't be left behind if they can't log in much

Armor and Combat is DND inspired, but it's not 100% accurate to DND

Tubbo looked at the 5 main MCYT communities he's been in / watched and that's the "pool" he chose people from

There's no plans for an in-game translator because it's expensive and also Tubbo "doesn't want to step on Quackity's toes" :(

Tubbo says he doesn't have a lot of Spanish-speaking streamers on his Discord friend list so there was a limit to how many people he could message, but he wants to add more people (he has 5 planned already)

Lore is dependent on what the people on the server do, he likes more freestyle flowing RP

There's no big team behind the server, it's just Tubbo and Tango helping him with some things he might not understand (however, he has a team he wants to use for the New Year Event he has in mind). He may look into getting some admins to help enforce rules

He made it so players can play Realm SMP with default Minecraft, he doesn't want to overwhelm people with too many mod downloads.

There is NO mod pack! Realm SMP is vanilla, it's just custom texture packs and plugins.

Tubbo says he's been overwhelmed by the amount of support it's received so far, but he's a bit nervous too

He says he doesn't have Missa added on Discord but he tried to contact him (?)

No set classes, but people can specify their skill points to unlock certain things on skill trees and build their own classes

There IS a life system (😰) but it's a bit different. There's 3 lives — if you die 3 times you're out, but it's only semi-hardcore because when you die, your stats are set to 0 and you're in spectator-mode, but players can craft an item to bring you back at 1 life and you get all your stats back.

There's no "downing" system, if you die you did, you can't be picked back up like on QSMP

No "keep inventory" on death

There's no limit to the amount of times you can be resurrected (thank god) Tubbo says it would kinda suck otherwise because then people would just get banned off the server at some point after dying x amount of times

The Nether IS enabled, the End isn't enabled yet because Tubbo wants to make a cool custom boss fight.

There will be proximity chat

Etoiles (in chat) asked about armor and Tubbo tells him he'a really glad Etoiles agreed to join, even though he wasn't planning on doing much Minecraft stuff anymore

Streamers can play off-stream

Tubbo says he has a "Badboyhalo Contingency Force" (it's Tubbo and Tango)

Tubbo says the Realm SMP concept came to him in a dream

Mob strength will scale as players "level up"

Deaths to a bug or glitch don't count, but all othet deaths will

Events won't be all PVP-based because he wants people to enjoy the events even if they aren't a huge Minecraft player

Two banned items: mending books and elytra, which will be tied to future events

Tubbo says he's happy to do anything himself, but if anyone really wants to be an admin, it'd be voluntary like a Twitch mod kind of deal since it's just him and Tango. (He already has a team of people he goes to for admin stuff, it wouldn't be random people being admins)

In the hour before the server launches, he'll be showing off server features

He reminded people in the player Discord it's just for fun, the life system isn't meant to be competitive and he doesn't want sweats to be dicks about it since not every player is a big Minecraft player

He has a 6 month timeframe in mind but it'll last as long as people want to play, if it fizzles out in a month then it fizzles out in a month, it lasts as long as people play it.

There will be NPCs "When he gets them sorted" but he's a one-man army doing everything

He reminds people to "manage their expectations" because he's only one guy – he can't do events like Purgatory like Quackity because he doesn't have a massive team like he did.

He says if his merch stuff goes well then maybe he can get 1 or 2 people to help with the Realm project

Tubbo is still answering Q&A stuff on stream right now, but these are the biggest things he's said so far!

[headspace-hotel]

i finished rain world as the survivor. really cool and beautiful game just wish there were more plants

my opinion of regions (i had the downpour DLC which I know pipeyard is exclusive to it):

outskirts: i like the landscape but it can be annoying to navigate, theres a few places where if you miss a jump you have to spend like 5 minutes circling back around. 6/10

industrial complex: this is actually one of my favorites, theres lots of different areas to explore and lots of variety of terrain. 9/10

shaded citadel: another one of my favorites to explore, visually interesting, the lantern mice are really fun and the darkness gimmick is also fun, trying to get to memory crypts is terrible though and memory crypts is also terrible. 8/10

garbage wastes: just a lot of garbage piles not very visually interesting. I didn't spend a lot of time here though. 4/10

shoreline: the swimming mechanic sucks so bad and its easy to get stuck in a dead end here. It's cool that you meet looks to the moon here but the region itself is meh. 5/10

chimney canopy: really visually similar to a lot of the previous regions, just has a lot more platforming and death pits. its fun though. The Gutter is best avoided entirely. 6/10

the exterior: I completely skipped over the leg and the underhang and climbed up the wall instead, so that's the only part I can speak to. It's hard but really fun. I first encountered the dropwigs here, i love how they leave bait for slugcat to lure them in, it's so funny. 8/10

five pebbles: again, I missed almost the whole entirety of this region because I went in via climbing the wall. I LOVED the murals with the karma symbols, it was cool to have that window into the lore, and the encounter with five pebbles itself was also really neat. 8/10 I guess from that tiny piece of it.

pipeyard: it's ass. like all the worst parts of the game combined into one region. i thought i was going to be trapped in the sump tunnel for eternity. 2/10 i guess it could have been worse

sky islands: i actually didn't make it here at all so N/A

farm arrays: I visited but did not go very far. very straight and linear with lots of pits full of tentacles. The one cool thing is that we get to see the rain deer which are a really cool terrestrial megafauna. 5/10

drainage system: i kinda hated this one, way too much drowning in narrow pipes. 3/10

subterranean: the upper parts of it are pretty basic, just a disorienting maze of pipes with packs of black lizards crawling around everywhere, but the depths subregion is PHENOMENAL. the design of the guardians is so interesting and the guttering torchlight and roving searchlight-like illumination gives it a unique atmosphere. 8/10 lots to enjoy

[sizzleissues]

Its May.

Okay so this is in the same AU I had last year its just changed and evolved while also being the exact same. Except now I have 15,000 words of it written, like 7,000 words of planning and lore and hours upon hours of research that I will be pointedly ignoring. Will be posting more stuff this month about the AU and my hopes and dreams for it

Also slight art improvement check? I’ll put their original mermaid designs below the cut.

It’s Marinette as a mermaid and … its not Adrien or Chat Noir but a third worse thing (Catwalker but in the purest manifestation of it being a curse and not who he wants to be) I will be making designs for mer!Ladybug, and mer!Adrien as its own thing later on.

Okay if you want to indulge me look below the cut

Old mermaid designs first. I am going to be talking about my design thoughts, thoughts and ramblings about this AU and what I’ve been up to. You have been warned

As you can see, some things have changed but neither design I hated, I just wanted to go further with it.

My brain is quite specific about mermaids and how I want them to generally look. I wanted to distinguish biological merfolk from transformed humans by having them being anatomically different. So Adrien has a vertical tail instead which is also way faster underwater. His transformation is quite distressing for him and very chaotic. Of course when he accepts it he’s not so raggedy.

Marinette similarly avoids her life as a mermaid by becoming human and I wanted her mermaid design to hint toward her fascination with humans. She wears a top she fashioned from human fabric she found in a sunken merchant vessel. In general all other merfolk either forgo clothes or wear things fashioned from materials available to them. There’s deep fear of humans and human things so even though human clothes are available to them (off dead bodies but…. Whatever) they choose to difference themselves as much as possible. The same taboos don’t exist for them and their bodies are already adapted from the temperature of their environment. Adrien has stray bits of netting and seaweed on him because he’s not exactly the best at controlling his speed and often crash’s through fishing nets and patches of seaweed resulting in stuff being caught on him.

A lot of their designs are still being worked but I’ve definitely pushed them the right direction!

On to the AU. You might have seem me cryptically talk about something I’m writing the past few weeks. This is because it’s been in my brain since last May and been on and off writing it since then. I decided I’d talk about it once May came back around but and then when I finished writing it, start posting sneak peaks and more spoilery art until it was fully edited and I felt confident in it to post with an aim for it to finish posting once May rolled around again. Oh god.

It’s set in the late 1700s in a fictional version of France that’s actually fragmented over a bunch of islands. I have done more fashion research than I ever thought I’d do and in the end we will still be taking creative license but know I do know what they actually wore! I ALSO did a butt tonne of research about sailing ships and turns out they are super complicated and now I know too much and yet too little still about them. It should be super fun and action packed if I can manage. Have some really good scenes already in my head I know you’ll love. We’re already three ships battle deep and I’ve only written four chapters. (It chills out for a bit after that)

This is entirely self-indulgent by the way. I’m writing this for me, you guys are just a bonus. I literally don’t care as long as it satiates my rabid need for the fic that only lives in my brain at the moment. Saying that, I do want to put my best foot forward.

The next thing I will be posting for this is their human forms and more blabblerings about that. For I am insane and all.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Could you do the Diamond sisters spilling Cater’s embarrassing childhood stories to his friends (either the other Heartslabyuls or the Pop Music Club)? I like to imagine the first thing they would do is wreak havoc on Cater’s carefully crafted persona, intentional or not.

Decided to combine these all and do headcanons instead of an interaction due to the high number of characters (Heartslabyul + Lilia and Kalim, Cater's clubmates)!

Please note that we don't know exactly how old Cater's sisters are, but here I'm headcanoning them as being only a few years older than Cater.

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Oh, the Diamond sisters LOVE Riddle. They hang all over him and squeal about how cute he is, much to his dismay. He’s not used to this much… open affection. It makes him feel weird!

He clears his throat several times and tries to remind them that he is not a boy, he is a young man, and he would appreciate it if they treated him as such. It’s a useless effort anyway—his words fall on deaf ears.

The Diamond sisters love it even more when he gets all red in the face. “Aw, he’s like a little strawberry,” they gush, not realizing that Riddle is this close to snapping and flying into a rage-filled frenzy. (His dorm members marvel at him actually exercising his limited patience; they placed bets with one another to see how long Riddle's temper can hold out for.)

He doesn’t much care for hearing stories from the Diamonds, finding them very frivolous. What’s with this family’s obsession with aesthetics? Riddle wonders. Why don’t they dedicate their time to more worthwhile pursuits like academics? And yet… why does his chest thud with a dull pain when he thinks about Cater in a large, empty house, packing up his life away into cardboard boxes?

The Diamond sisters are all over Trey too—but for completely different reasons than they were with Riddle. They drone on and on about how Trey is “husband material” and needlessly feel up his (beefy) arms, cooing and fluttering their lashes at him.

Trey awkwardly laughs off their jokes and shies away from their touch as politely as he can, making it clear he isn’t interested. He tries to deflect by changing the subject or offering tea and cakes and, if worse comes to worse, asks Cater for a save. (… Unfortunately, this makes the Diamond sisters think he’s playing “hard to get”.)

Trey actually likes hearing stories about Cater’s childhood; clearly, Cater won’t be this open with others himself, so getting this lore from his sisters is Trey’s second best option. Back then, Cater seemed so real and so vulnerable. Mask entirely off. Trey only wishes that Cater could be this unguarded with him in present day.

He has to admit, it’s amusing how flustered Cater gets trying to act unfazed or to play off his most embarrassing moments. Little by little, Trey feels as though the Diamond sisters are whittling away at his peer’s facade. He can’t help but be a little mean about it, taking this opportunity to join the Diamond sisters in teasing Cater. “So that’s what you were like, huh…”

He thinks he’s hot stuff, he could toootally bag Cater’s sisters—just watch him! … And so Ace slicks back his hair and tries his darndest to flirt with them, but to no avail. (The mob students make fun of him for having no rizz, but he defends himself by going, “L-Like you guys could do any better!!”) Man, he’s so jealous of Trey! How come he’s such a chick magnet even though he’s not even actively trying?!

The Diamond sisters wrinkle their noses at him and whisper to one another about how Ace is sooo annoying and cringefail. Think like… mean girls gossiping about you to your face. Real blow to Ace’s ego here.

Though the flirting doesn’t work out, Ace did initially manage to dazzle the girls with a few of his card tricks. The Diamond sisters clap their hands and demand that he “do it again” or tell them how the trick is done. He’d just cheekily wink and say, “Sorry, ladies! I never give away my secrets.”

There’s tea about Cater-senpai’s childhood? Ace is one of the first in line to hear about it!! He’ll memorize the stories and reenact them (including a falsetto voice for young Cater) for the entire dorm later, earning him Cater’s ire. “Ne, Ace-chan~ Don’t you think you’re bullying poor old Cay-kun too hard?”

As the man of the household, Deuce is usually helping out his mom or the other older ladies in the neighborhood, so he thinks it’s only appropriate to maintain that formal, upright behavior when addressing Cater’s sisters! This leads to Deuce calling both of them “ma’am” very loudly, which attracts stares from everyone 💀

The Diamond sisters wail about the whole “ma’am” thing. Like, just what is Deuce insinuating about their ages?! Do they look that old to him?! Is he saying he think they’re hags?! He hurriedly assures them he doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s meant to be respectful (but in the process, he accidentally calls them “ma’am” again and reignites their shrieking).

Appalled by Ace's attempts to flirt with the Diamond sisters, insisting that Ace should "be more of a gentleman, like Clover-senpai!" (He's dense and not fully aware of how uncomfortable Trey is with the circumstances.)

Deuce profusely apologizes to Cater for “hearing something he shouldn’t have” (ie his embarrassing childhood stories). He promises that he’ll act like he didn’t hear anything at all! He wears it on his life!! (This doesn't reassure Cater in the slightest. "Eeeeh, the more Deuce-chan says it, the more concerned I get!")

If there's one thing the Diamond sisters love as much as cute things, it's clout! They fawn over Kalim--well, more specifically, his family's wealth and status. (Some might even call it ass kissing.) Kalim's pretty oblivious to it, though. He thinks Cater's sisters are just being friendly with him, so he's friendly right back to them!

The Diamond sisters start to chatter about all these luxurious items they've been ogling. Designer shoes, haute couture dresses, jewelry heavy with gemstones... Kalim very nearly indulges the Diamond sisters by offering to buy those things for them (as "gifts to commemorate their new friendship"), but Cater cuts in to stop him!! "K-Kalim-kun, put away your wallet! The last thing I need right now is Jamil-kun after my neck!"

Kalim's just as bad as the Diamond sisters when it comes to spilling the beans on Cater. While the Diamond sisters yammer on about little baby Cater's missteps, Kalim tells them about the dumb stuff he and Cater get up to in club! They take turns trading stories and dunking on the poor guy...

But the difference between the Diamond sisters and Kalim? Kalim actually puts a positive spin on many of his tales. No matter how bad a show goes or how big the screw up... "All that matters is that we were in it together and had fun doing it. Cater's great at coming up with creative ideas. It makes me really happy to be able to call him my friend and band mate!"

The complete opposite of Riddle. Lilia adores being told he's cute. In fact, he encourages the Diamond sisters to "keep the compliments coming", because adorable things should be seen and adored! (Riddle huffs; Lilia is so shameless about all of this, especially as an upperclassman!)

He gets super into talking with the Diamond sisters about fashion, hair, and even nail polish colors. Lilia mentions some of his favorite and goes on a long spiel about how fashion trends have evolved over the years, and even gets into giving tips and tricks to the Diamonds. Cater's impressed with how smoothly Lilia's handling his sisters!

Lilia listens attentively as the Diamond sisters share their best (worst) stories about little Cater. He coos and chuckles at how cute Cater was "as a wee lad" and pitches in with stories about his own child, phrasing it as though Silver was someone he babysat frequently rather than his own son to avoid confusing the sisters. They murmur approvingly--not only is Lilia inventive and fashion-forward, but he's also great with children!

The Diamond sisters decide that Lilia is their new bestie and exchange numbers with him. He later lets his online buddy, Gloomurai, know about how he got the numbers of two hot women, which Gloomurai pops off about. "gg man ur rizz is INSANE." (Idia can't believe that a single father like Crimson Muscle still has mad game like this!)

BONUS: Some of the Diamond sisters' stories!

(P.S. If you like Cater + Cinderella stuff, you should check out this Cinderella retelling featuring Twst characters ;9)

Apparently, Cater used to talk to the rats and birds before he got a phone (not that he understood them at that age). After moving around so much as a kid, it became difficult for him to make friends with the local children so he'd practice his personas on the vermin in the community.

Once, they were playing dress-up together using their mother's wardrobe and makeup drawer... but they started fighting over some things that Cater was wearing, and his sisters ended up tearing the dress they wanted into rags, as well as snapping many pieces of jewelry. Everyone got scolded and punished that day, even little Cater, who hadn't done anything wrong.

He didn't like lentils as a kid so he'd pretend to trip and fall, spilling them into the ashes in the fireplace. Cater would have to pick all of them out by hand, but the chore was honestly preferable to eating them.

They used to play a game where they'd try to balance various stuff on their heads while walking. Normally it was various numbers of books--seeing who could stack the most--but once Cater tried a tray with a teapot and cups on it. That... didn't go so well.

Cater liked to pretend he was a celebrity! He'd bounce around singing with his hairbrush as a microphone or act like he was MCing for a ball. He would sing a lot as he scrubbed the floors too, popping soap bubbles as he did so.

[lasabarcassims]

LasAbarcas Base Game Save File 1.0

My Base Game Save File is complete!!! Download it here!

UPDATED VERSION AS OF 3/18:

OLD VERSION:

My goal with this save was to make the base game feel super ALIVE and full of personality - basically what we all wanted the base game to be originally. This save is full of lore: each household has a story (some inspired by iconic Sims lore, others original), each Sim has relationships outside their home, each world has a description and each neighborhood within each world is built with a very specific vibe that draws particular Sims to live there, all community lots (and some residential lots) have descriptions, and even the graves (and ghosts) at the Willow Creek church graveyard tell a story. There are TONS of community lots in this save that all feel different from one another and are designed with different kinds of Sims (personalities, career types, ages, etc.) in mind to give everyone multiple things to do outside the house.

All lots were built using only the base game (disclaimer: occasionally my game adds pack-specific items, like a kind of food, during playtesting, so it might say there is a pack-specific item on a lot but it's not meant to be there!), but many lots were built with other packs in mind. For example, the save has restaurants, a boba shop/thrift story, a cafe/retail space, a community garden, a high school, and so on that are base game only. So, if you only have the base game or limited packs, it should feel like you have more to do than the base game provides and open up your gameplay with a little imagination.

If you do have more packs, the lots should easily convert to their intended lot type to allow more functionality. You should also find things that come in other packs available in the save. For example, many Sims have university degrees, all Sims have cold/hot weather clothes, there are loads of clubs for Sims to be in (each with a description - MORE LORE hah!), and the calendar is filled with holidays/events.

Here's a little tour of the Save:

WILLOW CREEK:

Most families in Willow Creek have lived here for generations. These families strongly value their roots and create such a strong sense of Willow Creek identity that the transplant families have taken on this identity as well, leaving the town full of people who proudly work to preserve and celebrate the town’s vibrant history and traditions. Families in Willow Creek tend to have a more traditional approach to family life/dynamics and care about the family’s image/status within Willow Creek.

OASIS SPRINGS:

Oasis Springs had its heyday several decades ago when its space exploration industry was booming, but when the industry fizzled out, the town lost a lot of business, wealth, and residents. However, those that remain take pride in their retro desert town and clearly see what remains: a beautiful, unique, special place to call home. Families in Oasis Springs tend to be a bit quirkier, care little about what other people think about them, and focus more everyday happiness than career success.

NEWCREST:

Newcrest is a very family-friendly neighborhood filled with fun for all ages. Families here tend to be a bit more laidback – they are willing to go with the flow and enjoy the messiness that comes with growing up. The Newcrest residents are a supportive bunch of people who enjoy each other’s company and have a healthy balance between careers/school, hobbies, and spending time with family and friends.

I will also be releasing a Limited Packs Save with version one containing updates to Copperdale and Strangerville coming soon, as well as a No Limits Save down the line.

I hope you all download and enjoy!! Please let me know what you think and if you notice anything that needs updating.

Thanks!

[barbwritesstuff]

Found myself today having Feelings about the suggestions Team Stray has for investigating Carrie and what it says about them. Ed being such a human werewolf he wants to pass as one against the trained eye of hunters; Vicky loving her family so much she trusts her mother's power from beyond the grave; Marco being a little ruthless and a little reckless and aiming right at what the problem is. I love those guys

I love this.

Those early investigation missions really helped me get to know the characters as well. When I wrote it, I had a good understanding of who each of them were, but there was still some fuzzy bits. Writing those scenes was really fun because it was like laying cement down, really locking in who these characters are, you know?

But also, lore. All three of those missions contain really important lore about the various flavours of supernatural people in this world.

I gave Ed the hunters pathway because a) Ed is smart and right to assume that hunters would have their finger on the pulse of the city's paranormal underbelly and b) he's a wee bit cocky, spends a lot of time with humans, and is pretty sure he can bluff his way out of getting murdered... which, in all fairness, he can.

Also, I think this mission was meant to show that hunters are human, and not necessarily good humans. There's a lot of reasons someone might pick up a wooden stake, and not all of them are noble.

Vicky got witches because, despite being the black clad ninja of the group, is actually the most careful, the most protective, and wants to use magic because it's probably the least risky way of finding out information. She also, as you pointed out, trusts magic in a way most werewolves don't because she was close to her mother who was a witch.

From a lore perspective, Vicky's mission is dense. I really wanted to show that magic is powerful, and dangerous, but also tricky and finicky, especially in the hands of novices. Plus, ghosts, maybe. Plus werewolves and witches can be family, but no witch is a werewolf and no werewolf is a witch.

And then there's Marco and the vampires which on the surface was a bit of a wildcard but I think it worked because you know grew up in a pack that 100% drove around in a rusty old truck harassing random vampires. He's a menace and is not unpractised in putting the fear of God Dog into a fledgling or two.

I wanted to show how shitty werewolf vampire relationships typically were... and that vampires weren't always the cause of those relationships being a bit sour. Also, as powerful as ancient vampires are, I wanted to show that vampires actually start out pretty sucky (heh).

I had so much fun writing that game. Genuinely miss my werewolves sometimes. Also, the early days, making all these lore decisions, figuring out who the characters were. It was great. It's still great, but a different flavour of great.

[bigbootyshortboi]

(Prologue) Stinky Showoff

(I will continue Andy at some point, I promise! I just wanted to do something different today, and this is one of my fav gifs, sooooo... time to use it!)

(Also, just like last time, idk the person in the gif, mxm fart fetish warning, yadda yadda, was originally gonna be a one shot but I got really invested with lore so now this is gonna be a story LOL)

Honestly, I've lived a pretty good life so far. I finished high school with decent grades, and I still have a few close friends in my life, not many but enough to keep me happy. Started college and got lucky to be roommates with one of those friends, Jacob. Well, partially lucky. I've honestly always had a thing for Jacob, so it's a bit hard living with him when it feels like I'm constantly holding a secret from him, but at the very least at least it's someone I like and not some whack-job so... I'll take it. We've been staying here the whole semester, and nothing crazy has happened, I've been a little distant from him so that I don't accidentally do something stupid, worst cases have been me maybe staring a little too long when he's in his underwear chugging milk at the fridge in the morning, but he usually is too busy gulping it down to notice me staring at his body. The weird thing is... he also seems distant from me, and I'm not sure how to feel about it. Sometimes he seems so excited to catch up with me and talk, but then his face just scrunches up, and he suddenly bolts out as fast as he came. Maybe he senses I like him and just wants to play nice with me so that I don't think he hates me or get my feelings hurt. I wouldn't be surprised. He's always been very sweet with me. I'm honestly the only one in our friend group he never teases... well, at least not meanly. He also used to always carry my lunch for me in high school when I was on cruches (i sprained my ankle at P.E.). Honestly, I think little things like that are why I fell for him, but seeing how he's acted so far in college, it's hard not to feel like he only sees me as a sorta-friend in his inner circle.

On the bright side, we won't have too many more awkward encounters for a bit. With the semester ending today, we're both packing up to go home. I think Jacob said he had plans with Diane and Damien, 2 people in our group of friends, twins to be exact, to head to their "family condo" or something, I don't know I guess they're filthy rich or something and just wanna have a small college vacation. I'm probably just gonna head home and lay in bed for a week, I know my fam is out of town so all I have going for me right now is some alone time at home... or at least, so I thought

riiiiing riiing, riiiiing riiing

I had been silently helping Jacob fold his clothes so he could pack when his phone started ringing on his bed.

"Hey, is it alright if I answer that, I feel bad just making you slave away with my stuff, haha." He gives me a sly smile. He isn't plotting anything he kinda just always has a 'smug' look about him. It's part of his charm.

"Yeah, go ahead." I say, continuing to fold his underwear. God, it's taking way too much willpower to not shove one of these straight into my nose. Sure, they've been washed, but with how much he works out.... god, I need to stop thinking like this. He's my friend, my perverted fantasies can wait for when I'm home alone-

"Yeah, what's up?" I hear Jacob say into his phone. "What about him?... Oh, I didn't know he was coming... well, how was I supposed to know? You never asked me to-.... s-shut up!" I see Jacob blush and look over to me with his last statement, I'm not sure what to make of it, but considering his mannerisms, it's probably Diane. She is the only person who knows how to fluster Jacob, and honestly, it's so fun to watch. It's kinda a guilty pleasure of mine to see them go at it. "Fine I'll put it on speaker hold on-" I watch Jacob stomp over to me, he stands to my side and puts an arm around my shoulder, relaxed. I tense a bit at his touch, not expecting it, but I don't move. He lifts his phone up infront of us and puts it on speaker, and I hear Diane's voice

"Y'all there?"

"Yeah," Jacob says

"Ty?"

"Y-yeah, I'm here." I say

"Okay, good, so, Ty, I'm assuming you from Jakey about how we're staying at the condo with everyone, right?"

"Well, I heard about you two and Damien staying there, yeah"

I hear her get frustrated on the other end of the line. "Jacob, you SERIOUSLY not only forgot to invite your own roommate, but also failed to even mention the rest of the group was going to be there?"

Jacob's voice gets slightly irritated next to me, I hear him release a breath before speaking. "Dude, how was I supposed to know? All you asked me was if I wanted to come stay with you two during break. I didn't know the whole gang was coming. Also, you never told me I was supposed to talk to Ty."

Diane groans, but then I hear a small chuckle from the line, it sounds like Damien. "To be fair, Jacob." I hear damien speak "She did say pack the essentials" this triggers a laugh and response from Diane "True and we both know there are some things you'd HATE to live without-"

Jacob gets flustered next to me and turns the phone off speaker, putting it to his ear. "Can you two chuckle nuts shut the fuck up" Despite the speaker being turned off, I can hear their laughter blasting out of the speaker on the phone, I can't help but giggle, which causes Jacob's face to get even redder as he grips the phone tighter "Can you two dorks just tell me who all is gonna be there, clearly I didn't get enough of the memo..."

Jacob walks into the bathroom to continue their conversation, and I continue packing for both of us, I guess I'm going on a trip? I never really said yes, but considering all the arguing and the fact I never really got to respond... I kinda have to? I'll talk to Jacob first, though... he seemed kinda upset... I hope he isn't sick of me or something, maybe that's why he never asked me to come.

[30 minutes later]

Jacob walks out of the bathroom, and I hand him his suitcase and backpack. "All done!" I smile up at him proudly, he looks down at the stuff with wide eyes and then looks back at me

"Ty, you didn't have to finish everything for me, you still have your own stuff to do-"

"I already finished it" I interupt him. "Besides, I offered to help in the first place, I really don't mind doing stuff for you."

Jacob just nods at this, clearly grateful. He's never been the best at letting people help him, or saying thank you. I never really noticed it before, but I'm usually the only person he lets help him with stuff.

"Hey, Jacob?"

"What's up?"

I look down at the floor, a little nervous to ask this, "Do you not want me to come?"

"What? Why would you think that?"

"Well, you seemed a little upset and-" before I could continue, I heard a... gurgling sound? Some weird rumbling... i think... i think it came from Jacob's stomach? I see him scrunch his face in the same way he does when he's about to dodge me and go somewhere else

"Look- *gurgle*" i heard him mumble a faint 'damn it' before sighing "Look Ty, I need to go do something real quick, but I promise you I'm okay with you coming, I was just mad at those two doofuses for assuming I'm some sort of psychic. You're my guy, and nothings gonna change that, k?"

I nod "K..." honestly, I'm not convinced. Jacob's not really the type to dodge conflict, but seeing him do his face scrunch and then dodge me once again basically confirms to me he doesn't want me there. He'll probably be too stubborn to admit it, though, so... I'll go. I'll just be sure to not bother him while I'm there, it's the least I can do.

I watch Jacob bolt out of the room and into the hallway. While picking up my own suitcase, I heard a faint rumbling sound outside followed by a yelp of some kind. I hear some dude yelling "EWWWW" and another going "Gnarly!"

It's not hard to tell they're a bunch of bro's. One probably ripped some ass and that was probably the sound I heard, the thought honestly getting me a little hard. That's the one downside with Jacob, I've never heard him rip one. At least Damien and the other guys in our group let loose sometimes. I'd trade not having my fart fantasies fulfilled to be with him any day, though. Considering the trajectory of my life, though, probably not gonna have either.

ppprbrbrbmrmmrmtt

I hear another faint rip, followed by a clapping sound (probably a highfive) and a "You're sick dude." Sounds like the guys who live 2 doors down from us. I bet the rips are way louder up close, it's honestly impressive I can hear it in here. Maybe I should get to know them better next semester... then again, I head both of them react, so it must be one of our other neighbors ripping ass, shame, guess I won't get to meet this awesome blaster.

[15 minutes later]

I hear the door creak back open and see Jacob waltz in and toward me, I go to speak, but I feel his (slightly sweaty) wrap around me first, my face nestled into his chest as he hugs me. He then pulls away and looks down at my blushing face.

"I mean it dude, you're my guy, sorry about that it was an... emergency. But really, I was so excited I got you as a roomie, and I'd love to be able to hang out with you more... I feel like we haven't gotten much of a chance here since we've both been so busy with school, this might be a good chance for us to get comfy together, whaddya say?"

Hearing this made me grin, although I had to contain just how giddy it made me to see how genuine he was being about wanting to hang out more. "I'd say... I'm packed and ready to go! You driving?"

"Pfft, always" he flicks up his keys and starts twirling them around his fingers. "Ready to go?" He lifts up his arm and a wave of his sweat smell lingers to me, I watch as he peck-bounces at me, signaling for a response with that goofy grin on his face, he always pulls shit like this and it always makes me laugh and turns me on at the same time

"Yeah, yeah, I'm ready... stinky ass showoff. "we both chuckle at this. He holds the door open for me, and we both walk out, and as he shuts the door, I can hear him mumble a "You have no idea...'

(The way I was originally gonna have this just be mostly farts and like a one-day thing, and then suddenly, I created an entire narrative in my head- like OOPS, lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading. There will DEFINITELY be more of both AndyxReader and JacobxTy in the future, and I'm both nervous and excited to continue writing LOL. One day, I'll figure out how to do a little to no narrative story and just let the men rip in peace trust)

[cuppajj]

How did you come up with Neobeasts' titles, as in Penance, Solitude, Conquest, Sovereignty and Pride? Kinda curious since it sounds hard to decide which to pick early on

It kinda was! I went off what I felt worked for my vision of the neobeasts at the time, which was admittedly not much since I didn’t make them with a lot of lore in mind at first.

Penance was easy, it fit with the religious themes PV already has and it’s a good way to see him falling. Pride felt natural for Hollyberry, so I emphasized it. Solitude was also easy for Cacao since the poor guy does it already.

Conquest and Sovereignty are the two who’ve aged… ish? Compared to the rest. I really like both of them for Cheese and Lily respectively, but I’ve been trying to figure out how their aspects work with their characters and story since I started giving BAAU a lot of thought. There’s a chance I might change theirs (to something similar, but just more fitting) if I can’t figure out how they work, but I’d rather keep what they already are. We’ll just have to see!

Even if some things are a little different now, it’s a lot of fun looking back at some of the earliest things I wrote for BAAU and how much it’s changed since. Just goes to show how unintentionally lore-packed this whole AU really became 😂

[falafels]

FAMILIE GORDON of Birmingham, Alabama

For the purposes of the socmed, which has spawned lore in my horrible little rat mind

Obviously none of this is relevant or real, but this is just for reference when they come up in the socmed au. I also might change my mind on half this shit. never let em know your next move

oldest to youngest: Marcus, Jeremy, Tabitha, Ricky, Seth, Jessie, Michael, Jamie, Scotty

EC canon says 7 boys and Jeremy as second oldest who was basically in charge after Bryan Sr. left and Rebecca (mother) gave up when Seth was 8 and started going by Seth (Bryan Seth Gordon officially). Seth was 22 at the start of tfc i believe so the ages are going from there

Marcus (33) was born when Rebecca was still in high school so he’s a bit older than the others and had moved out, which is why Jeremy ended up raising the rest of them. Also because Marcus lowkey sucks. He means well and gets involved for big stuff but is generally just a bit unpleasant and directionless. He offers Seth his first joint at 11 years old and it doesn’t occur to him that maybe don’t do that

Jeremy (29) was the only one to leave Alabama. When Bryan Sr. left and Rebecca checked out, Jeremy ended up pretty much raising the rest of his siblings. Marcus didn’t, but the unofficial deal was that Marcus would deal with Rebecca- her stumbling in as the sun came up, her missed bills, her drunken vitriol about Bryan. This arrangement went on for years, and when Jeremy was confident they could take care of themselves, he packed his shit into the car and didn’t look back. He drove to Atlanta and stayed in Georgia, where he now lives with his fiancée May and his dog Pedro, and he’s training to be a pilot. He stays in contact with some of his siblings, mostly the older few, but those years took a huge toll on him in a way he never really processed. he feels guilty for how he handled it and how order just came from beating the shit out of each other, he feels angry for having been put in that position, angry for the childhood that ended so abruptly, angry at every adult who stood by. He doesn’t talk much to Marcus and he never speaks to their mother again, but he does come to Seth’s final college exy game and his graduation.

Tabitha (27) looks just like her mother and inherited her horrendous taste in men. She goes by Tabby if she’s in a good mood, which is rarely but you don’t find that out until she’s backhanded you for calling her Tabby. Having also taken on a decent amount of responsibility when their parents gave up, Tabitha never really got the time or energy to grapple with teenage self-loathing so it followed her and manifested in a string of men who treat her like shit, more than one of them violent. She stayed in Birmingham because she’s more attached to her family than she’d like to admit, and because she’d become a bit obsessive around Jessie. As the only two girls, their relationship with each other was a bit different to the others and for someone who comes off as cold as Tabitha can, it seemed suffocating to Jessie. Tabitha did genuinely mean well and was trying to stop Jessie from making the choices she did, but ended up alienating her by coming off controlling or cruel. Like Seth, Tabitha has a bit of a history with harder drugs, but she’s less willing to name it or the grip that addiction had on her and writes it off as phases with boyfriends.

Ricky (24) is Seth’s closest brother and greatest tormentor- all in good fun, but he has also locked Seth in the trunk and done doughnuts in his car before. Ricky wanted to be a race car driver and ended up working at an auto body shop and loves it. it’s not entirely above board but he gets to throw tyres around and sometimes drive the cars really fast down dirt roads so what the hell else does he want. He got Seth a job there in high school (didn’t last) and everyone there has been there forever so it’ll probably be his someday. he has an on-and-off girlfriend called Rita but she’s a bit too into oxys for it to work. he tries to cut it off with her for good after seth’s first overdose but ultimately it’s just endemic and so many people in his life are on drugs that it barely makes a difference and he stays with her

Seth (22) is closest to Ricky and Jessie just because of ages and he’s the only one to have gone to college so they all think he’s gay (idk if the american south has this as well but the meth division of my family all think im gay because i went to uni. thats not why) and half of them just call him college or treat him as wikipedia, which aaron finds out one day and has to physically school his reaction. Seth is teaching him how to make a bong out of an egg when Jamie calls and asks Seth what language they speak in Indonesia and when to know if you need to amputate your foot if it’s been stuck inbetween trees for six hours

Jessie (21) is probably chained to a tree somewhere in South America. Jessie was the one who taught Seth (and the others) Sylvia Plath, mostly through brute force, because she thought the bell jar was important reading. She wasn’t the smartest student, but she’d engage hard with the work that she did do, hence getting very into poetry, feminist theory, climate science, canadian history, and cajun cooking, and making it all everyone’s problem - if Jessie has an interest you are Going to hear about it and you are Going to care. or your ass is getting beat. climate science was the one that really stuck, and Jessie joined some environmental groups, initially largely for the freely shared weed but the cause is important to her, something about being able to save something or preserve it. She’s the one that found Seth after his first overdose and she threw out every drug in the house as well as Jamie’s vape, which earned her a broken wrist from being thrown at the wall by a teenage boy who doesn’t realise his strength but would probably have done it even if he knew that would happen. Jessie is the only one to speak plainly to Seth about his addiction, and she’s the one that convinces him to accept Wymack’s offer. Matt is terrified of her.

Michael (19) and Jamie are twins (non-identical so what’s the point of all that nonsense really) but Michael is the quieter of the two. this isn’t to say he isn’t still a primary actor in any gordon sibling shenanigans, it just means he’ll sit thoughtfully in the corner while the others debate whether a chainsaw or punching is the quickest way to take down the fence before he gets up and drives the big sit on lawnmower right at and through the fence. Michael is very bright in a way that’s overlooked by his teachers because he isn’t particularly enthusiastic, but he would like to study more if he got the chance. Seth used to make Michael and Jamie be defenders if he was practicing exy out the back of the house, but this just meant giving them motorbike helmets and diy body armour (bbq lid duct taped to chest) and running at them full force. Michael would just kind of let this happen because he knew Seth would beat him in a fight if he said no, but resisted enough that Seth realised a bribe would be necessary if he wanted Michael to actually participate, so brought him books (as recommended by the elderly local librarian Seth had been flirting relentlessly with)

Jamie (19) would be easy to write off as a moron, but it’s actually just that he genuinely enjoys a lot of stupid shit. makeshift exy was his favourite- he didn’t know or care what a backliner was but he got to chase Seth with a stick and slam him to the ground. he went through a bit of a skater boy twat phase (think like a young carl gallagher with a vaping problem and a skateboard) where he mostly just hung out with dickheads that only really ended when a girl in his class was so unbelievably vicious to him about it (justifiably) that he changed his ways and also decided he was in love with her. it will never work because his idea of a fun date would be tasering each other in a car park then shooting fireworks at each other and hers is. well not that

Scotty (16) also responds to ‘cuck boy’: having eight older siblings who have all heard the song “Scotty doesn’t know” is basically a death sentence RIP Scotty. Scotty is so much younger than the rest of them that he’s kind of living in a whole different genre- Seth is on his whole college sports underdog thing and wrestling with addiction, Jeremy coming to terms with parentification and quietly looking into CPTSD, Tabitha in her limbo of trauma, Jessie determined to save the world because she can’t save anything in front of her, Ricky in the fast and furious franchise driving fast enough that he never has to think too hard about why he needs the adrenaline, while Scotty likes science but wants to be a musician and is finding this to be the primary source of inner conflict in his life. He’s a sweet kid who barely knows Rebecca and drags Ricky to most of his parent-teacher conferences (his teachers, horrified, try to end it quickly, having survived him and come to consensus that Ricky Gordon was the worst student they’ve ever had. Scotty knew that and it’s why he chose Ricky), and hands out flyers and demo CDs for his band around the city centre.

I’ve also decided in the socmed au that Seth didn’t die but that overdose did still happen and he was hospitalised and in and out of a coma for the rest of the season, and given that his contract with PSU was five years on the team, he’s redoing his senior year.

[adventures-in-mangaland]

Dead Boy Detectives Fic Recs: Christmas Edition

I've been racing to meet my GoodReads reading goal (lol) so I haven't actually read that many festive fics. 😅 Still, I can't stay away from this fandom, so here are a few recs. Please send me suggestions so I can catch up!

You Were The Heart Of It by dear_monday

A magic spell keeps manufacturing wintery romantic situations for the boys. Great use of holiday romance tropes and love confessions. Plus Edwin being awkward.

I also loved the last chapter of their and two_ravens' wonderful fic Wunderkammer, read it for New Years feels and an appearance by the Mari Lwyd, a Welsh Christmas folk tradition.

Ghost Wine and Keepsakes by Asidian

The boys get a bit squiffy and Charles tracks down a family heirloom for Edwin. Peak gift giving fic, really touching.

The Case of the Enchanted Mistletoe by Asidian

First kiss via forced proximity and a magic mistletoe infestation. Alas, the mistletoe can only be removed via kissing and there's rather a lot of it to get through... Very cute.

The Great Sock Garter Debacle of '24 by Asidian

In which Edwin misinterprets a Christmas gift, leading to kissing and angst with a happy ending. Interesting exploration of cultural differences with a devastating side trip into Charles' canon (self-esteem gift-related) childhood trauma.

All is bright by ghostinthelibrary

Missing scene from the fantastic fic Came up from that lake of fire. Alive again over Christmas, Edwin and Charles both try to recreate each other's Christmas childhood traditions. Kitchen mishaps ensue. Wholesome.

I also really enjoyed beneath the winter snow by the same author, which is a lovely early friendship fic about the boys playing in the snow. Spot on characterisation and early-years lore.

The Christmas Wish Debacle of '23 by Leandra

Charles accidentally wishes himself and Edwin alive again via a magical Christmas decoration. Cue the boys rushing to pack in all the alive-again culture shocks and Christmas/holiday romance tropes they can before the spell wears off. Lovely post canon fic with a fun concept and lots of pining.

above all I want you to be warm by shadowquill17

Alive AU about the boys making out and exchanging Christmas gifts. This is technically part of a series about the boys going to St Hilarion's together and being boyfriends, though it can be read as a standalone. I love how enamoured they are with each other and the gift exchange is lovely.

he's perfect enough without ever dressing up by thegirlofthorns

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Beomgyu's plan

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synopsis :

Beomgyu is a fifth year student in Hogwarts and tends to get into a lot of trouble. He decides to avoid making any more problems, until Y/N comes along and he comes up with a stupid plan to impress her.

tropes : friends (or idiots ??) to lovers, hogwarts au

pairing : gryffindor!beomgyu x ravenclaw! afab reader, slight apparition from felix from skz

warnings : curse words, yeonjun being a menace to society (or hogwarts' population), beomgyu being stupid, basically beomgyu being made fun of by all his friends

wc : 4,7k

Note : I had this idea and wrote this super quickly, so if there's anything that seem off, don't hesitate to tell me !! I haven't got into HP's lore in so long, i had to check so many times what i was saying. Pretty sure i wrote some stuffs that don't even exist but let's pretend it does!!! to clarify... in my mind, beomgyu's in gryffindor with taehyun, yeonjun in slytherin, soobin and kai in hufflepuff

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Fifth year Christmas’ exams were clearly no joke compared to the previous ones they had those past years. Beomgyu started to notice that if he didn’t study enough, even if he drank all the Felix Felicis in the world, he wouldn’t be able to pass any of this semester’s classes. 

Quidditch practice was taking most of his free time, and failing classes wasn’t really an option for him - not after the scolding he got from his mother after his three detentions since the start of the year. 

The Gryffindor boy always found himself stuck in Kai and Taehyun’s crazy schemes. They ended up having designated seats in McGonagall’s office, most of their detentions given out by her anyway. Outdoor detentions happened rarely these days, McGonagall must have caught on to the fact they weren’t getting any wiser, even with the years passing by. He even got a bugler from his mum, not even two weeks ago, telling him to wise up if he wanted to be able to come back for Christmas break. So, for the past few weeks, Beomgyu really tried his best to stay out of trouble. That was until Y/N came along. 

He met the Ravenclaw girl through his friend in the same house, Jeongin, during their first year. They shared a common class (potions). Y/N was the perfect Ravenclaw, she checked every box, every stereotype existing. She was wise, alway trying to find the safest solution to any problem, she loved reading, she was good at giving advice, she was smart. She was especially good at scolding Beomgyu for the stupid things he did. 

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“I told you that sneaking into Slytherin’s common room wasn’t really a good idea.” She deadpanned, making his smile disappear from his face. 

“Okay, but Y/N. I’m the victim here!” He started to defend himself. “I just wanted to give Yeonjun hyung the candy he forgot. I didn’t do anything wrong. If anything, I was being a good friend…” He carried on dramatically.

“You’re a Gryffindor sneaking into Slytherin’s, and you expected nothing to happen?” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Choi Beomgyu, I knew you were dumb, but I didn’t expect you to be this kind of stupid.”

“Okay, now you’re just being mean.” He pouted, frowning, before getting back to his friends at his table. 

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Choi Beomgyu was really happy he had become friends with Y/N. Though they had met through Jeongin, they quickly started to develop a friendship of their own. During their third year, they started to hang out regularly at Hogsmeade on the weekends, going shopping at Honeydukes. Sometimes, even meeting up for a refreshing butterbeer. He always bought extra packs of these caramels she loved so much, bribing her with it or just simply offering it to her when she was stressed - mostly about academics. However, being from different houses and having two completely different groups of friends meant they couldn’t really hang around each other as much as they would have liked. Plus, Beomgyu was in his “becoming a Quidditch superstar era” (his words, not hers) and practiced a lot. Most of their freetimes didn’t match. 

That day, the walk from the castle to Hogsmeade was delightful. Winter was slowly making its way into the area, but the weather was surprisingly pleasant and warm enough to enjoy walking outside. Their two groups of friends were walking ahead of them, still far enough from each other, sometimes looking back to see if the two were still behind them. 

“I’ll swing by the Three Broomsticks to see if you’re still there when I’m finished”, Y/N explained to Beomgyu, both having different itineraries in mind. 

“How long do you plan to stay in that bookshop again?” 

“I don’t know, I haven’t been in a week.” 

“Exactly, so do you really need to go back again? Where you could spend more time with me?” Beomgyu answered, wiggling his brows in a suggestive manner. 

“You’re right. I should definitely stay there for the whole day so I won’t have to see your stupid face.” The Raven girl answered, making him act fake-hurt (even though he wasn’t totally faking it.) 

“Mean.” 

“More seriously. I need to buy the second volume of this wizard’s adventure I’m reading. I don’t think I’ll be able to continue living normally until I know what happened to him.”

“Do you realize how annoying you sounded right now?” He pretended to yawn to make his point. 

“You’re insufferable, Choi Beomgyu.” 

“But you love me that way, Raven!” he smiled, mocking her. 

“See you, Lion!” She mimicked him, jogging towards her friends. 

He stopped walking for a few seconds, watching her get away. She looked back, flashing him one of her signature smiles, making him mirror her actions. Trying to act - emphasis on trying, to act as unbothered as he could by her actions, he picked up his pace, soon enough returning to his friends’ side. When Y/N and her friends were far enough, Yeonjun decided it was perfect timing to mess with Beomgyu. 

“So, when’s the wedding?” 

“With all due respect hyung, fuck off.” The Gryffindor answered, which made the Slytherin boy run towards him, preparing to hit him. 

“And here they go again…” Soobin sighed, picking up his pace, wrapping his yellow scarf tightly around his neck. 

As the boys entered the tavern, Beomgyu coming in last, he reminded his friends to “keep a seat for her just in case.” 

“Yeah, we know, hyung, we need to save a seat for your girlfriend,” Kai said, out of habit.

“She’s not my girl-”

“She’s not your girlfriend, we know.” Soobin cut him off, earning him a death glare coming from Beomgyu. 

As he sat last, he could make out the people walking by the main street of Hogsmeade through the large windows. He immediately recognized her, holding a Honeydukes bag in one hand. Next to her was… Felix, his nemesis. Okay, Felix was actually a nice guy. He was a Hufflepuff, friendly with everyone and he even was close to him once. That was until he actively tried to date Y/N, always glued to her side. Once, as he got out of Transfiguration class, he had seen them almost holding hands as they walked towards the park. Ever since then, he decided that Felix was his sworn enemy. His blood was boiling as he saw them walking side by side, Y/N’s head thrown back as she laughed at something the blonde had said. 

“He’s not even that funny,” Beomgyu mumbled to himself, although apparently loud enough for his friends to hear. 

“Beomgyu, play nice, your ears are getting red again”. Kai, a fellow housemate of Felix, mocked him. 

Beomgyu immediately hid his ears with his hair, threatening his younger friend. When he tried to act unbothered and steal a glance towards the windows, he noticed they weren’t there anymore. He decided to move on, for now, finally paying attention to the conversation the boys around the table were sharing - something about the next Quidditch game, opposing Slytherin and Hufflepuff. 

“I think Slytherin is going to slay that game, in my humble opinion. And I’m not saying that because I’m on the team, obviously.” Yeonjun let out, taking a sip of his butterbeer. 

“Well, I think Hufflepuff might beat you for the next game.” Taehyun answered, earning a death glare from the red dyed-hair boy. 

“They’re literally the worst team this year”, Beomgyu stated. 

“No, technically, in terms of points, Ravenclaw is the worst.” Soobin defended his colours, standing his ground. 

“Yeah, because the last game was interrupted.” Taehyun joked. 

“Poor Daniel, still in the hospital ?” 

“Well, he did break fifty of his bones, after all.” Beomgyu chuckled. 

“That was indeed a nasty fall…” Yeonjun exclaimed. “And I’m still not sorry about it.” 

His last words made all his friends laugh along with him, and soon enough, they changed to another topic. Classes, exams coming up. Soon enough, Kai stated another couple had formed into his house, which made the boys talk about the recent gossip they heard. 

“I don’t think Aurora and Cormac go that well together, to be honest. These two have absolutely no chemistry between them, it’s boring as hell. I watched them the other day - boring.” Kai giggled. 

“Even though the last part of your sentence was extraordinarily creepy, I agree. I’ve been having the same discussion with Y/N the other day, and she said the exact same thing.” Beomgyu excitedly yapped, instantly regretting his words as her name made its way out of his mouth. He knew this was going to earn him some teasing for his friends. Surprisingly enough, the teasing didn’t come. 

“Well, she isn’t wrong…” Soobin agreed, closing the topic, before moving on to the last prank some second year had pulled out. 

The conversation was smoothly flowing between the five friends, when suddenly, Beomgyu felt a pair of frozen hands cover his eyes. He jumped out, both of surprise and because of the shiver the coldness had sent through his body. 

“Boo!” A familiar voice rang near his ears, making them go all red again. 

“Y/N, this is pure evil. Your hands are so fucking cold, wear gloves or something.” Beomgyu screamed out, fakely annoyed. 

“Oh come on, why the long face? Madam Rosmerta didn’t smile at you today or what?” She exclaimed, laughter erupting from the group seated around the table. 

He decided to avoid giving her an answer, pulling his tongue at her instead. As she took the free seat next to him, he was suddenly very aware of how close their two bodies were. He got silent, listening to Y/N ask his friends “so, what are we talking about boys?”. He noticed how the hands of the girl were making their way to his bottle of butterbeer. He caught them in between his, as if to say “gotcha”, but didn’t let go of them when she pulled them towards her body. Noticing how frozen her hands were once again, he tried to entrap them as best as he could, trying to warm them with his. 

As his friend summarized the content of their conversation to the newest addition around the table, the Gryffindor took time to analyze her. He slightly shifted his body towards hers, noticing how she only had the Honeydukes bag from earlier standing next to her feet on the ground. As the conversation went on, and her hands still trapped by his, he noticed how she got quieter, a small blush making its way to her cheeks. Was it because of the warmth of the tavern contradicting the coldness from the outside ? Was it because of him? He let his thoughts wander freely, as he simply sat back and listened to the others talking. 

When Yeonjun got up and announced he was going to the toilets before they started to head back to the castle, Beomgyu took this as an opportunity to have a conversation with her only. 

“You didn’t find your book?” He spoke up shyly, his head motioning to the bag at her feet. 

“No… They won’t receive it until Monday. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to live on for that long without knowing the end of this book.” 

He couldn’t help but mirror her disappointed frown for a second, remarking how sad she sounded. He always joked about how she always had her head plunged into a book, but he always loved her passion for reading. He loved hearing her rant about plot twists, and fun facts she had learned, or her favorite characters. She looked so cute doing it. It only took a fraction of second before an imaginary lightbulb lit inside his head. 

That’s it, he thought. That was the plan. That’s how he was going to secure his spot with her. That’s how he was going to make her forget about that other boy. 

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“Absolutely no fucking way I’m helping you with that”, Taehyun said, as the two boys were climbing up the stairs leading to their common room. 

“Come on, Taehyun. You’re always up for bringing me down with you and Kai, but the moment I ask you for something you’re backing down?” He was a Gryffindor. He knew where to hit : the pride. Try hurting the pride of a Gryffindor and magic will happen - literally. 

“Okay, but you’ll do my History of Magic homework due this Friday.” His friend bargained. 

“Deal”, he shook hands with him, not really having the choice. 

They spent the few hours left of their Saturday coming up with a plan. Taehyun knew about a secret tunnel that supposedly led directly into Honeydukes’ basement. Once there, all he would have to do was to come out of the store, then head to the bookstore. The next plan he needed to think about was how he was supposed to cover himself. He was a little stupid at times, but he was smart enough to know that a 16 year old, wandering freely through the streets of Hogsmeade, especially on a weekday, was going to bring some attention. Shivers went through his spine remembering the bugler from his mother - he needed to avoid another detention. Naturally, he thought about asking Yeonjun for help. For whatever reason, being Hogwarts’ it boy, Yeonjun was a Quidditch superstar but also a genius at potions. 

He had just finished explaining his whole game plan to the oldest, waiting for the Slytherin to say something. Yeonjun thought about refusing to help him, he too wanted to avoid tarnishing his reputation; but the desperation on Beomgyu’s face made him agree to offer his help. The next day, he brought him the small bottle, filled with a questionable colored liquid. 

“Here you go, punk.” Yeonjun said, as he put the bottle inside Beomgyu’s hand. “Just beware, it’s my first time making it.” 

“Should I actually be worried or are you just messing with me?” The Gryffindor anxiously asked, scared about the answer. 

“I mean… I wouldn’t personally drink it, but what other choice do you actually have?” 

“You’re right.”

“Don’t forget my three gallions.”

“But I’m your friend?” Beomgyu whined. 

“True. It will be five gallions then.” 

“You’re robbing me, hyung.” The boy moaned out, struggling with the coins inside his pocket. 

As Beomgyu walked away, Soobin couldn’t help but intervene. 

“You would have given him for free, no?” 

“Yeah, but he went with it. He’s so stupidly in love with her, he’ll agree to anything. I’ll give it back to him… Eventually.” 

Monday. 

Tossing and turning in his bed, Beomgyu kept repeating his plan to himself all night. He couldn’t get any sleep, too worried about the stupid thing he was about to do. What if he got caught ? His mother would kill him. What if he didn’t get caught, but Y/N didn’t care? He would be mortified. He was getting second thoughts, but then, completely delusional, he started to think of other options. What if she was so happy? What if Y/N kissed him… as a thank you? What if he could muster the courage to actually confess to her ? But then again… What if she rejects him? Not to be dramatic, but he would throw himself off the Astronomy tower, plain and simple. 

Morning came soon enough, too soon for his taste. He was jittery as ever, his leg bouncing up and down under his desk from the anxiety, so badly that even McGonagall called him off during his Transfiguration class. At lunch, he avoided her at all cost, even seating opposite to her to avoid even her gaze. 

As his last class ended, at around 3PM, he needed to proceed towards the first part of the plan. He ran as fast as he could towards the dorms, changing into “normal” wizard clothes - as normal as wizard clothes could be. Being a half-blood, he loved the magic world more than anything, but if there was something he deeply missed about the Muggle world, it definitely was baggy jeans. Now out of his school uniform, and into a random wizard cape, he sprinted into the hallways, looking as suspicious as ever, hoping he wouldn’t bump into anyone he would know or worse, Professor McGonagall. He finally reached the empty corridor where the tunnel began, immediately casting Lumos as soon as he entered it. 

He thought about how, if this went all according to plan, he would sacrifice his first born for Taehyun, seeing that the tunnel was apparently actually leading to the basement of Honeydukes. He didn’t know who to thank, but until now, everything was going according to plan. Before getting out of the basement, he drank the potion his friend had given him. He waited a few seconds to see if he was feeling weird, anxious about dropping dead - who knew what Yeonjun could have put into that potion ? When he didn’t feel anything weird, at least, not until now, he safely made his way out of the candy store, without getting noticed or accosted by anyone. Wandering through the streets of Hogsmeade, he almost felt delirious. 

He cursed whoever put the bookstore at the nearest end of Hogsmeade, rapidly walking.  When he reached the door, and as he put his hand on the golden doorknob, he took a second to look at his reflection in the glass of the door. 

He did look older. Not like old old. But older. More mature. His shoulders were broader - dared he say, he was shredded. His face was more sharp, jawline more defined. If he did end up looking like this in the future, he couldn’t wait. After deciding that his ego trip had lasted long enough, he finally pushed the door open, entering Y/N’s favorite place. 

He had only entered once, last year. It was to get her birthday gift. The sudden memory made his anxiety go through the roof. What if the owner of the store recognized him? He remembered their awkward encounter, when he asked her for a romantic book and she, very kindly though, mocked him. Surely she wouldn’t remember him, right? 

“Hello, how can I help you?” The unfamous lady behind the counter called for him, and noticed his distressed look. 

“Yeah, actually. I’m looking for the second volume of this book that was supposedly coming in today… The adventures of Avis… Avis… something.” He swore he had tried to retain this information, but the name of the guy was too weird to even make an imprint into his brain. 

“Oh yeah, The Adventures of Avis Buckthorne.” She screamed out happily.

No wonder Y/N liked her so much, she seemed as big a nerd as her, he thought.

 “You’re lucky, we just got it today!” She hopped away excitedly, going to a specific section in the shop. “Here you go, young man. That would be five galleons.” 

As he got the money out, he gulped. Okay, he had the money - thank God he had been careful with his pocket money, but since when was paper and words printed on it so expensive ? He put the coins onto the counter, and practically ran back to Honeydukes after bidding the shop lady a hurried goodbye. 

Entering Honeydukes itself was easy, but as soon as he did, he noticed that the few customers that were here earlier were now gone, making the shop completely empty. He pretended to look around and browse around the shelves. As soon as a lady came into the shop with a small child, he let out a sigh of relief, noticing how the owner ran straight towards the little girl, trying to get her to test some new samples. That gave him the perfect opportunity to descend into the basement, and ran back to the tunnel. 

Once he reached the end of it, he swiftly pushed back the statue in its place, and pretended nothing had happened for a few meters or so. The corridors of Hogwarts were mostly empty - most students getting ready for dinner. He never felt as relieved when he saw the portrait of the Fat Lady. Entering the common room, Taehyun was patiently waiting on the sofas in front of the chimney. His friend grimaced, jumped on him and immediately tried to drag him towards their dorms. Beomgyu innocently thought it was to congratulate him, but after seeing the alarmed look on his friend’s face, stress made its way up his body. He stopped dead in his tracks.  

“What’s wrong? I made it, I got the book. It was SUPER expensive by the way, she better french kiss me or something -” he nervously rambled, soon enough cut off by Taehyun’s voice. 

“Dude. Your hair. It’s like… white.” 

“What do you mean, it’s white?”, voice cracking due to the panic. He looked around for the mirror in the small corner of the common room. He could hear voices whispering behind him. 

Suddenly, this sixth year student, Max, whom he talked with maybe once, came up to him. 

“Dude your hair, it’s fire, dude.” 

“Hum… well, thanks?” 

Taehyun dragged him by the arm up the stairs, only letting him go once they reached their dorm. Okay, Beomgyu did look cool in a way. But he couldn’t stay like that. He was getting way too much attention from it. Plus, he did remember a time when Y/N said she had a thing for guys with dark hair. And since Felix was blonde, people will think he did it on purpose. 

“I bet she could change it back to black, she dyes her hair with spells like all the time.” His friend tried to comfort him. 

“But surely this is a side effect from hyung’s potion, right?” Beomgyu was now full of panicking. “Didn’t Snape say something about how a spell can’t undo a potion side effect ? It has to be another potion?” 

“How do you expect me to know, dumbass ? I failed that class.” 

“Oh, I’m screwed.” 

“Well, see, this gives you the perfect excuse to talk to her. You give her the book, you ask for her help, and that’s it.” All Taehyun got was a puzzled look from Beomgyu. “You’re going to give her the book, right?”

“Well, yeah. Eventually.” He nervously stuttered. 

“What do you mean eventually?” 

“It has to be special, Taehyun. Gosh, you truly don’t know anything about love.” He tried to downplay his embarrassment, but was betrayed by the reddening of his cheeks. 

“How long exactly are you planning to wait?” 

“Until I figure out how to get my hair back to normal. Now, help me. We’re sneaking into Slytherin’s”. 

They tried the password they used last time, but as expected, it had changed since then. Desperate, Beomgyu resorted to the last thing he knew : make noise. And a lot of it. He screamed “Yeonjun hyung!!!” at the top of his lungs four times, before the man in question showed up. 

“Can you please stop embarrassing me and yourself ?” Yeonjun half screamed, feeling his collar being immediately yanked at by Beomgu. 

“Hyung, you made my hair white. Please, turn it back to black.” 

“Told you I wouldn’t drink that potion.” 

“Okay, this is really fun man.” He exaggerated a laugh. “Now, turn it back.” 

“There’s nothing to do except wait until you digest the potion. It should all be good tomorrow morning, don’t worry.” 

Beomgyu angrily made his way back up the stairs, going back to the Gryffindor house. 

“You jinxed the potion, didn’t you?” Taehyun cleared out, making a small smile appear on Yeonjun’s face. 

“I may have added the wrong ingredient on purpose, nothing much.” 

At dinner that evening, Beomgyu in need of a way to hide his newly acquired platinum white hair decided to wear his wizard hat, which he hadn’t used since the first day he arrived in Hogwarts, five years ago. Let’s just say that somehow, wearing the hat made him even more stand out of the crowd than the white hair at this point. As soon as he arrived into the grand hall, Y/N beelined her way towards him. He gulped as he noticed her, quickly trying to hide the few strands of white making their way out of the hat. 

“I’ve got a surprise for you”, he hid his nervousness by acting all smug. 

“What ? Your white hair? Not really a surprise.”  She tugged at a small piece in his neck. 

“Oh, stop it. Don’t you like it?” 

“Mhm… Maybe you should have gone with red. Like Yeonjun’s.” 

“Please don’t bring this traitor’s name up ever again.” 

They slowly started to make their way into the dinner hall, Y/N questioning him about his whereabouts. 

“Where were you going earlier? I saw you bolting out of class.” 

“Nowhere. Nothing. Definitely not in Hogsmeade.” He panicked, both due to her presence and due to the fear of being caught. He ran away quickly and sat at the Gyffindor’s table. 

“Dude”, Y/N’s friend said, “he's such a loser sometimes.”

“Yes, but he’s kind of my loser.” Y/N let out, speaking quicker than thinking. “Moving on”, she scratched her throat, running away to the Ravenclaw’s table. 

Wednesday. 

Due to one of their classes in the afternoon being cancelled, the fifth year students had their whole afternoon free, which hadn’t happened in a long time. Beomgyu, back to his normal self again, was seated near the lake with Soobin and Kai. The oddly warmth of this day of fall made the students act as if it was spring earlier than supposed too. The group of boys had planned a picnic outside. His bag opened and thrown onto the grass, he laid down and closed his eyes, aiming for a 20 minute nap. 

Soon enough, a shadow appeared on top of him, instantly waking him up. 

Y/N, standing on top of him, a book in her hands. Not any book. No. THE book. 

“Where did you get that?” She said accusingly. 

“Well… Well uh… I…” 

“Choi Beomgyu. Stop messing with me. I know you sneaked into Hogsmeade on Monday.” 

“How do you- ?” 

“Because I wanted to sneak into Hogsmeade but you beat me to it apparently. When I got to the bookshop, the lady said she just sold the only copy she had received. And I discover now that you’re the one who got it?” 

“Wait - I can explain everything.” He got up, anxious and rapidly remembering the confession he had made up inside his brain last night. 

“Please, do.” 

“Wait a second, YOU sneak into Hogsmeade ?!” He suddenly caught on what she had said. 

Y/N immediately blushed. Whatever was going on, it was supposed to be about Beomgyu, not her. Why was she suddenly targeted ? 

“Well, you don’t think I’m capable of doing it?” 

“Y/N Y/F/N, sneaking into Hogsmeade, on a weekday. Who would have thought… Maybe I am rubbing off on you.” Gyu, bolder all of the sudden, got closer to her and was now towering over her due to their height difference. 

“Maybe you are.” 

He took a second to look directly into her eyes, before adding : “Would you say it’s a bad thing?” 

“Depends.” 

He took a step forward. There was barely any space left between their two bodies.

“How cool it would have been to see you get caught and get a detention, you, the ultimate top A student of Ravenclaw.” 

“Okay, can we please focus on the subject at hand?” She gulped loudly, embarrassed by how little control she had of the situation. “Why did you go and steal my book away from me?” 

“What - Stole it from you?” He huffed. “I got it for you. I had this whole plan on how to give it to you, but YOU”, he was now pointing an accusing finger at her, “but YOU had to sneak around and blew it-” 

Y/N didn’t know what went through her mind at that moment. Was it the fact that she had waited for a confession from him all along ? Was it the fact that he had gone through all this trouble to give her a book out of everything ? 

“Kiss me.” She cut him off. 

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure I caught what you were saying?” 

“You heard me right. Kiss me.” 

And although Choi Beomgyu had wasted five years before finally confessing to her, he didn’t waste a single second more before crashing his lips onto hers.

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Finding Peace Pt.1: Paid in Lies (Spike x Y/N)

Requested: No. Part 1 of the Multific.

Synopsis: This is lore for the character in the other fics. It helps to build up the relationship and the direction. Feel free to get acquainted with it. <3

Word count: 2.5k

TW: None.

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Another droll day with the Scoobies. The Magic Box was their hangout after all. Spike wishes he was anywhere but this place. However, he found himself at the metaphysical store more times than not. After getting the chip implanted and losing his ability to kill, he finds himself being amused by their banter and attempts at saving the world.

Today was different. The normal Scooby chatter was taken up by a voice he didn't recognize. A story he had never heard was being told followed by laughter. He was weary of new people.

"So then I told him that he couldn't tell a newt's eye from a bat's and that's what makes him a horrible wizard." Y/n exclaimed and laughter erupted.

"I can't believe you got into a fight with a kid over the last piece of candy." Willow stated.

"I take Halloween very seriously." You quipped.

"Aren't you like a hundred?" Xander chimed in.

"Rude. I'm 25. I can still trick or treat. They say it’s the only day the big bad doesn’t come out" you got up from your chair and walked to the register when you noticed Spike.

Everyone became nervous about your statement.

"What big bad?" Buffy asked.

"I don't know. It’s just something people say." Spike approached you. "Welcome to the Magic Box how can I h-"

"Don't bother with him, he doesn't buy anything." Giles interrupted, having come from the back room after he heard your comment.

"Oh. In that case, hi I’m y/n." Your voice was inviting, suspiciously so. Spike didn't trust it but didn't back away.

"I’m the big bad" he responded.

"Interesting. Then it means that you don't come out on Halloween."

Willow snickered.

Spike seemed incredulous. You just met him and you're already making fun of him.

"He's Spike, he just exists." Buffy chimed in.

"Rough." You stated.

An awkward silence followed. No one would say it, but they wanted you gone. It was time for the Scoobie’s nightly meeting, and you weren't invited since you were a regular civilian.

Giles finally got the hint. "Y/n it’s gonna be a slow night. Why don't you head home."

You hesitated but nodded. You packed up your things. "Night guys! It was nice meeting you Mr. Spike Big Bad."

As soon as you leave the chatter picks up. Conversations about the latest big bad and how to take them down takes up the space. But not for Spike. His interest is peaked by y/n. He's used to being mocked but never by someone he just met, much less a human. If you knew who he was would you still try that stunt? He was strung out from a previous altercation and was actively looking for trouble. So, he starts asking questions about you.

"She just came in one day and asked for a job. She doesn't talk much about herself but knows a lot about the occult." Willow offered.

"I bet she's a demon" Xander chimes in.

"How about we slow it down on the demon accusations. She might just be a big nerd like Giles." Buffy mentions.

Giles frowns at Buffy's retorts.

Spike mulls it over. He's decided to get more information out of you. He may be off base, but he feels that you're hiding something. No one comes to Sunnydale just because.

The conversation continues in the background as Spike devices a plan to follow you, maybe find out more about you. He exits The magic Box without a word. He’s hot on your trail watching your every movement until you stop. He doubles back into an alley. He hears you snicker. He’s so irritated by your calm demeanor that he breaks his silent stalking.

“You know, pretty girls shouldn’t be walking alone at night.” He walks up behind you.

“You think I’m pretty?” You turn around, a grin on your face.

He’s definitely annoyed now. “I could kill you if I wanted to.”

“Same.” She retorted and started walking off.

He stands there, flabbergasted. Who do you think you are? Don’t you know who you’re dealing with?

He walks up to you again, walking beside you. Eyeing you as you walk silently.

After awhile you speak up, “It’s weird for you to follow me.”

He’s quiet again. You knew he was following you. Most humans are oblivious. “You’re not afraid to be on your own, huh?”

“Nope. I’ve done it my whole life. Being an orphan does give you that hyper independence vibe.”

He stands in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. He thinks over whether he will show you his vamp face. Maybe scare you a bit. He decides against it. “Just be careful, love.” He walks away.

“If it’s so dangerous, why don’t you walk me home, big bad?” You shout out to him.

He stops, smirks and turns around. He smugly walks up to you and you both resume a quiet but steady pace to your house. Upon arrival you turn to him, “I can’t invite you in. I just met you and I can’t risk all that noise. Thank you for walking me home, though.”

He nods nonchalantly. “Goodnight, then.” He walks away feeling a bit awkward. Like, what just happened? He offered to walk a stranger home and you refused to invite him in? Did you know he was a vampire? Were you just being polite? So many questions.

The next day a similar occurrence happened. He saw you at The Magic Box, heard you talking about the occult soliciting laughter with your odd anecdote, and off you were to your home. He debated whether or not to follow you again. As if his feet had a mind of their own, he trailed behind you once more. He caught up to you and started small talk.

Where did you come from. “North Carolina”

Where were you going. “To find freedom.”

How long were you planning on staying. “’Till the money runs out.”

Who were you in love with. You paused at his bold question. He shrugged, “well, answer the question.” He pressed.

You took a pause. You told him of two previous lovers, both in which love was unrequited. You explained that you lived for the moment and not for men.

Before he could start up with questions you interrupted with your own. You asked the same questions. He hesitated to answer your questions honestly.

“Same questions. Go.”

He sighed. “England. Err.. to…” He paused. He realized he didn’t have the answer to where was he going and how long he was planning on staying at Sunnydale. How to explain that he is a vampire with no real vamp-like behavior? How to admit that he was obsessed with Buffy? So, he opted to skip to the last question. “It doesn’t matter. As for love, I had a nice lady. Crazy bird, she was. I loved her until she left me. Now I just go with whatever fancies me.” He flashes you a grin. You laugh.

“You’re harping on me, but you have no real plan or ambitions.”

That hurt his feelings. He had ambitions, in the past he wanted to kill the slayer. Now he wants to date her. Maybe his priorities got skewed.

As he further mulls over what you said, you both arrive at her home.

“Thank you for walking me home, again. It’s nice to have company.

And so, this became a daily occurrence. Spike would walk you home and ask you about your life, your day, and your connection to the Scoobies. It seemed harmless and he enjoyed how normal you made him feel. With you there was no talk of demons or the end of the world, just a normal human doing human things.

A month has passed, and Spike is still walking you home every day you work at The Magic Box. Today Spike felt bolder in his questions while walking you back home.

“What are we?” Spike side eyed you.

“That’s a bit forward. If you need to know, I thought we were friends. I mean, aren’t you and Buffy a thing?”

He was taken aback by your observation. Of course, he had a thing for Buffy, but it wasn’t reciprocated.

“Let’s change the subject…” Spike trailed off. “Friends, huh? Don’t got many o’ those.”

You smiled. “Then consider yourself lucky to have me.”

He looked away, a smile on his face.

You arrive at your house. “So, when are you inviting me in?” Spike spoke up.

You paused. How to tell him you know… “I’m not ready. Give me time.” You made heavy eye contact. He stepped closer to you, sharing your space. You stood there for what seemed an eternity.

“I’m not gon’ hurt you.” He whispered.

You nodded, “I know.” You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. You turned around and entered your house.

He stood there, surprised, and giddy. He smiled, a genuine smile as he walked back to his crypt with a pep in his step.

2 months have passed, and you too have spent a lot of time being close. Boundaries are still in place. Like he’s not allowed in your house, but you too linger at your doorway, in each other’s space. He is still after Buffy, but he brushes his hand against yours, whispers into your ear, and plays with your hair, among other affectionate touches.

3 months have passed, and you and Spike have gotten to know each other well. The Scoobies were weary of your inside jokes and playful glances.

“You know, the sun is setting quicker.” Spike mentioned as a hint that it was time for you two to head out.

You sighed. “Let me finish up this order.” You looked up at him feigning annoyance.

“Don’t want the big bad to get you.” Spike gave you a playful look.

You smiled. “Well, what am I keeping you around for?”

Xander groaned. “Kiss already.” He yelled in frustration which made you and Spike laugh.

As you were getting your bag a demon came crashing in through the entrance of The Magic Box. It snarled and tore down shelves and tables that were in his way. “Give me the slayer” He exclaimed.

“I’m right here, tall and ugly.” Buffy jumped in.

“Not slayer.” He swatted her away. “Real slayer.” He pointed at you. Everyone looked at you confused. You debated on whether to feign innocence or help out. Before you had made up your mind the demon started charging at you. At that point you back flipped into his line of fire and kicked him in the jaw. Everyone stood incredulous.

You proceeded to beat the demon punch after punch. Not holding back, you pulled a sword from a sheath you had strapped on your back under your shirt. Without hesitation you went for the demon’s throat, blood splattering everywhere. You stood covered in blood but triumphant.

Silence followed. You turned around, “Ta-da?”

Buffy stood from her spot and marched up to you. “Who are you, really?”

“Yeah, explain yourself.” Spike yelled from the back.

You sighed, defeated. “Everyone sit down. I’ll explain. Please, just listen and then ask questions. It’s a long story.”

You proceeded to explain that you were close to 1,000 years old, 985 to be exact, and that you were then deemed the slayer in your village. You were raised by your grandfather who was also your watcher. On the night of your 25th birthday, you killed a vampire that was the lover of a very powerful witch in your village. The witch, heartbroken and vengeful, put a curse on you that you would not die until you found peace. That doomed you to roam the Earth in the search of true peace.

The gang was quiet. The atmosphere was heavy. You were ashamed and embarrassed.

“Why did you lie?” Spike spoke up first. His voice was heavy with anger.

“I had to. It’s so difficult to be open about why I still exist. It’s shameful.” You lowered your head.

He didn’t seem satisfied with your answer and left. Your eyes trailed after him. You knew you hurt him. You purposefully created a whole life, and he believed it. You both shared moments, connection, vulnerability and yours was all a rouse.

“I’m confused. How can you not die?” Willow asked.

Her question snapped you back to reality. “Um, uh, Well… If I get mortally wounded, it heals faster. Even if it’s a fatal blow, my body regenerates.”

“What happens if you get decapitated, maimed, or burned alive?” Xander asks, curious.

Everyone looks at him. “What?! You were all thinking it.” Everyone nodded.

You chuckled. “Two words. Deadpool powers.”

Everyone nods. “That makes sense and ew.” Xander responded.

You stand there, still covered in blood answering question after question. Have you searched how to break the curse? Do you know what will give you peace? How many slayers have you met? Do you enjoy being eternal? You answered every question until they were satisfied. The conversation shifted to how 3 slayers could exist.

“It makes sense now how you knew so much about the occult.” Giles chimed in.

You grinned. “I dabble.” You say trying to be funny. A joke that landed flat due to the circumstances.

“I know this is weird. Me existing is weird but know that I didn’t mean harm. I’m just trying to figure out how to end this curse. I can’t be running around divulging my existence to every slayer. Having two slayers makes it easier to say that there is a third but still. You must understand where I’m coming from.”

The gang was quiet, pensive. “I think it’s best that you go. We can talk more about this tomorrow.” Giles stated.

“I know this is stupid, but do I still have a job?”

Giles glares at you. You raise your hands in a defensive stance. You decide it’s best to leave.

You walk home, alone. It’s the first time in the last three months that you were walking home alone. You felt tired and sad. Not only did you potentially lose your connection with the Scoobies, but you also lost who you considered to be your closest friend, Spike.  

Loud thrashing and banging can be heard inside the crypt. Spike is enraged and full of energy. Of course, the one person he wanted to lean on was a fake. Another illusion in his path. He felt like he could confide in her, trust her. She was no more than a liar, a con artist. To hell with her sob story. She hurt him. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t been honest himself, he did the best he could while obscuring the truth to protect her. To protect her! She would pay for making a fool of him. Everyone mocks him for his lack of vampire like behaviors. Everyone puts him down for failing at killing Buffy. But to made out to be a rube for trusting, for caring, that’s where he draws the line. He was vulnerable and he got paid in lies.

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