#mostly good - i've been busy with school and family

[fxtalitygod]

Wasteland. I: Routine

Synopsis: Your life revolves around your betrothal to the Gojo clan's gifted child, Satoru Gojo. However, despite the circumstances of your marital status, you continue to contest the boundaries of your social role.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

Genre: Angst (eventual fluff), mature, suggestive, arranged marriage, Enemies to Lovers, Slowburn

Warnings: Dark Themes/topics, misogynistic themes, toxic household, mentions of night terrors, betrothal since birth, swearing/language, implications of pregnancy, inappropriate lessons given to a child (nothing is explicitly said, but it is alluded to)

A/N: I'm sorry ya'll! With school and work, finding the time to sit down and write has become increasingly difficult; however, with the summer term, I have more flexibility to write. I'm still quite busy, but I really want to get this story out and make it available. I've had it in mind for a couple of years and have always wanted to flesh it out. If you're still here after all this time, thank you! Please enjoy!

Word Count: 4.4k

•JJK Mlist•Taglist Rules• Prologue ↞ Chapter 1 ↠ Chapter 2

You are an ambitious girl, willing to do anything and everything to achieve your goals and wants. Ambition is what makes you and is a good reflection of your strength to persevere; however, your ambition also reflects your weaknesses. You are a stubborn girl and have a habit of lashing out due to pent-up emotions. You are flawed, much like any human, but it always seems your flaws are held under a microscope and make you uncomfortable. Why? Because you didn’t want to be flawed, or rather, you couldn’t afford it.

Satoru Gojo is the center of your life, not by choice; nevertheless, you have an obligation to marry the gifted child of the Gojo Clan and provide heirs, meaning there is no room for you to make errors. You were to be a promising and dutiful wife, and if not for yourself, then for your family.

Family means everything to you, and despite the constant criticism from your relatives and up-bringers, you wanted nothing more but to make them proud. You were doing this for the benefit, but maybe somewhere along the way, you could love the Gojo boy.

That is what you told yourself to get yourself through the day because the truth is you couldn’t stand the image of him. You understood that it was unbecoming, but when you reflected on how you met him, you couldn’t get over his lack of engagement, from how he looked to how he spoke, and from recent news, much hadn't changed. There was an evening you expressed this to your aunt, and despite her sympathy, she urged you to uphold a promise.

“Marry the Gojo boy for your future– for your safety.”

There was no shame in admitting that you mostly did this for her. However, there was some acknowledgment that a small part of you still wished to satisfy your family, playing a role in your participation in this arrangement, because you didn’t want to be the outcast. You didn’t want to be a disappointment. Maybe it was your ambition coming into play, but you swore not to die unaccomplished in your clan. You were meant to do great things and were willing to do anything to achieve that.

At the age of nine, you found the will and power to step outside the boundaries that had been set for you. You didn't know what you were doing initially, but soon, you found yourself sneaking to the training grounds to watch your brother's studies– it was the first small step in the right direction. You would engrave what you had seen into your mind and find privacy in your room to imitate his learnings.

Things were looking up, but your improvement seemed to halt until your aunt caught you in the act one evening. She had scared the life out of you when you turned around to her amused smile. You could still remember your embarrassment when she caught you ghosting your twin. There was the expectation that she would shut down your exertions; however, you were shocked when she made you an offer.

It wasn't until age ten that you started secretly training with your aunt. To say you were ecstatic was an understatement. Your aunt once mentioned that you were so full of joy that you had shaken so much she was afraid you were going to combust—she was grateful you didn't. The moment you started those lessons, the dormant potential had been released as you began to thrive in your newfound education. However, despite the enthusiasm towards your willingness to learn the ways of your cursed technique and energy, you had to stay cautious.

It was safe to say there was a lack of approval from your parents, as they had insisted it was not "befitting of a woman of your status," meaning that because you were marrying into the Gojo clan, you were to be nothing more than a trophy wife. You didn't understand the phrase when your aunt had initially muttered it under her breath, but you did understand that it meant that you would not pursue your endeavor to become a jujutsu sorcerer.

The job seemed desirable enough, as you had seen many of your relatives pursue this career, but as much as it was a mission for a good cause, you also enjoyed the thought of being able to prove your parents wrong. You wanted to please your family, but you also found this rebellious side of you to be exhilarating.

Even with this newfound rebellious nature, you still had to abide by the rules every now and then, despite your dismay. One way you accomplished this was by attending the “regular” classes your mother had designed. You had participated in these lessons from a young age, so they didn’t come as a surprise; however, as you matured, so did the classes, but they grew quicker in age than you did. These lessons were designed to prepare you for your life in marriage. Anything from parenthood to proper etiquette…even sexually pleasing your partner.

There was nothing wrong with learning these things, but given the circumstances, it probably wasn’t appropriate to start learning these 'lessons' at the ripe age of eight years old. You always had a discomfort with these discussions, as they always felt off to you; however, you endured them to maintain your image…for the most part.

Making your parents proud always seemed to be a struggle. Every aspect of your being was being closely inspected, and if any flaw was detected, all hell would rain down upon you. For a maturing child who still knew little about the world, to be in a constant critique was tiring and mentally damaging, especially from those you consider family. Every step forward became two steps backwards, and it felt like you could never win with them. What made it all more confusing and frustrating is that neither of your siblings was treated in such a way.

Your sister was adorned and your twin brother was greatly praised, and although you were glad they were treated in such a way, you couldn’t help but ask…why? Maybe they were holding you to a higher standard because they knew you had potential or maybe it was just because of the stress of preparing you for your future. At the time you preferred to believe it was due to your underlying potential, but as you grew older, you began realizing it was the latter.

You are now fourteen, and you have a better understanding of what is going on—maybe not to its full extent, but enough to understand what role in life you were “destined” to fulfill. Where there was still some form of content and innocence, there was now an underlying bitterness with your evolved mind; today proved that as your mother stood before you with a distasteful look.

"Why are you covered in dirt?!" she seethed.

You stared at her blankly, a face that she never voiced hating; however, seeing how her grimace deepened, she did not enjoy not being able to detect the expression on your face.

"I'm sorry, mother," you started, "I was in the garden with Aunt Mio and Ayumi."

Your statement was a lie, as you had been training with your aunt once more, your twin brother, who was the only other household member who knew of these meetups, assisting you in your training by ditching his own; however, unlike you, he would only receive a slap on the wrist.

“And what were you doing in the garden?” She continued to press.

She wanted you to hesitate, to have an opening to berate you, but this was a dance you danced many times, and you weren’t going to give her the opportunity.”

“I was helping Aunt Mio tend to the new flower bed, and Ayumi decided to join, and things got a little messy in the process.”

Your mother could only click her tongue. There was a little bit of discomfort in using your little cousin as a shield to protect yourself, but you knew it was something she couldn't argue with.

“Go get cleaned, I’m postponing lessons for today as we have important company coming over and I rather you look decent at the moment then having your nose buried in a book.”

With that, your mother dismissed you. You responded with a respectful bow before heading to your room to grab the essentials you would need to tidy yourself up. You made a mental note as you looked around your dwelling, grabbing things such as clothes, accessories, bathing supplies, and even...

Makeup.

It wasn't uncommon for a girl your age to start experimenting with cosmetics; however, the reasons for your usage could be considered unusual. You had paused after catching your reflection in the mirror, stepping closer as you examined your face. Before you knew it, your fingers moved to smudge the concealer under your right eye, the carefully applied makeup disappearing to reveal the circles beneath. Evidence of your sleepless nights, of the nightmares that plagued you.

You have been deliberately avoiding sleep, keeping yourself awake by staying busy with tasks such as reading books provided to you and reorganizing your entire wardrobe. You were trying to outrun those horrid dreams and whatever lay beneath them, trying to run from what waits for you in the darkness of your mind.

You stare at your reflection for a moment longer before hearing a knock at your door. You gathered yourself quickly, grabbing your things before opening the door to reveal your aunt standing there. You were in such a hurry that you hadn't noticed you forgot to reapply your concealer.

"Y/n..." her voice trailed as she reached out to touch under your right eye; however, you were quick to shield it.

"I'm sorry I-"

You didn't get to finish before she grabbed your face and moved your hand.

"Have you not been resting?" she asked.

You could only respond with silence, avoiding her gaze as you went back to shield your appearance. You could tell she wanted to say something, but she refrained, taking a step back to give you your space.

"Has your mother told you?"

The question hangs in the air, but based on how your mom hadn't mentioned anything earlier, you just shake your head. You knew something was happening, given your mother's insistence that your appearance was more important than your education for the time being.

"The Gojo clan representatives will be here," she says quietly, her words making your heart stutter. "I thought you should know before—" She pauses, choosing her following words carefully. "Before your mother springs it on you during the gathering."

A moment of silence as you process this new information. A feeling of unease begins to settle in your heart as you repeat the words in your head. It stayed silent for a few seconds before you spoke up.

"I'm heading to the washroom... walk with me?" The invitation comes out soft, almost pleading. Your aunt's gentle nod is all you need before you both begin the familiar path to the bathing room, your steps measured and quiet against the wooden floors.

Once you're far enough from prying ears, the words spill out like poison from a wound. "They always do this," you whisper, clutching your bathing items closer to your chest. "Spring these meetings on us—on me—as if I'm just some puppet they can position whenever they please." The bitterness in your voice surprises even you, but your aunt doesn't flinch from it.

"Sometimes I wonder if they remember I'm human at all, or if I'm just another piece in their game of political shogi." You pause at the bathing room entrance, turning to face her. The understanding in her eyes makes your throat tight. She's always been the only one who truly saw the situation for what it was, who understands the weight of the expectations crushing down on your shoulders.

"I need to know," you breathe out, barely audible. "Will he be there?"

Your aunt's expression softens further, a subtle change that makes your heart sink before she even speaks. "Yes," she confirms, her voice barely above a whisper. "Satoru will be attending. Your grandfather specifically requested his presence."

The confirmation settles in your stomach like lead. You've managed to avoid direct interaction with your betrothed for years now, and the thought of facing him—facing those piercing blue eyes that seem to always be judging you—makes your hands tremble slightly around your bathing supplies.

Your aunt notices—of course she does—and reaches out to steady them with her own. "Your mother will expect you to be ready within the hour," she says, her touch grounding you in the present moment. "And remember, dear one, you're stronger than they know."

You lean closer to your aunt, voice dropping even lower. "I can't stand him," you confess, the words rushing out like a dam breaking. "The way he looks at everything like it's beneath him, that insufferable attitude of his. Every time I see him, he barely acknowledges my existence, as if this arrangement is nothing but a minor inconvenience in his perfect life."

Your hands clench around your bathing supplies, knuckles turning white. "And yet everyone acts like I should be grateful, blessed even, to be betrothed to the great Satoru Gojo. Do they not see how he treats this whole situation?" The bitterness in your voice surprises even you, but you can't stop now. "I'm supposed to be his future wife, but he looks right through me like I'm made of glass. Sometimes I wonder if he even remembers my name."

Your aunt's expression remains carefully neutral, but there's a flicker of something in her eyes—understanding, perhaps, or concern. She glances down the hallway, ensuring you're still alone, before reaching a hand to cup your face and have you look at her. Her expression is soft as she looks into your eyes, making you feel guilty for your outburst.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, smoothing your expression into something more befitting your station. "I shouldn't burden you with these thoughts. I need to prepare before Mother finds another reason to be disappointed." Your voice softens as you add, "But... I'll see you and Ayumi later?"

Your aunt's eyes hold a mixture of pride and sadness as she watches you rebuild your walls. She moves to take your hand, briefly squeezing it—a gesture so quick it could be denied if anyone saw, yet containing all the support she can't voice aloud.

"We'll be in the garden," she responds quietly, understanding your need to maintain appearances. "The chrysanthemums still need tending."

You only look at her, giving her a rare, genuine smile before nodding and turning into the bathing area, sliding the door closed behind you. You set your things down with practiced care, approaching the tub and filling it with warm water. Steam rises from the water's surface, creating ghostly patterns in the air. You pause, staring into its depths, watching your reflection fragment and reform with each ripple. The water is clear, pristine—everything your family expects you to be.

Your fingers trail along the surface, disrupting your reflection.

In a few hours, you'll be facing not just your family's scrutiny, but his as well. The thought sends an involuntary shiver down your spine, despite the steam-filled air. Without any more thought, you slip into the water, letting it envelop you like a warm embrace. For just a moment, you allow yourself this luxury of stillness, of letting your carefully maintained thoughts drift like fallen leaves on the surface of a pond. The heat seeps into your muscles, carrying away some of the tension you've been holding.

You stared up at the ceiling blankly, drawing patterns in the plain structure with nothing but your imagination. These were the rare moments when you could fully let go and just simply exist. Sometimes, you'd imagine yourself in another world where things were different. Where you had no worries other than what you were going to eat for breakfast. But much like most dreams, they had to come to an end.

Through the steam, your mind wanders to this morning's training session with your aunt. The way your cursed energy had flowed so naturally, hidden from everyone who would deny you this path. What would your betrothed think if he knew? Would those piercing blue eyes finally see you as something more than an obligation?

A distant chime from the main house pulls you back to reality. Time, as always, refuses to bend to your wishes.

A bitter smile tugs at your lips as you sink deeper into the water. No, Satoru probably wouldn't care either way. The real issue, you suspect, is that he sees you as just another responsibility to shoulder, another duty thrust upon him by tradition and family expectations. Your presence in his life is likely nothing more than an inconvenience he's forced to tolerate.

The thought stings, but it also strengthens your resolve. If you're to be bound to him, you'll make yourself useful—not just as a wife, but as someone who can stand on their own merit. Perhaps then, the weight of this arrangement wouldn't feel so suffocating for either of you.

You trace your fingers through the water, watching the ripples distort your reflection. The cursed energy you've been cultivating in secret pulses gently beneath your skin, a reminder of your hidden strength. It's not just about proving yourself anymore; it's about survival, about carving out a space where you can exist as more than just someone's future wife.

The bathwater has begun to cool.

Rising from the tub, you methodically drain the water, each movement precise and practiced. The cool air raises goosebumps across your skin as you reach for a towel, patting yourself dry with careful awareness. Your reflection in the full-length mirror catches your attention, and you pause, studying the figure before you.

For a fourteen-year-old, your frame shows some development. The training has begun to leave its mark: a subtle definition in your muscles that you carefully keep hidden beneath loose-fitting clothes. However, your mother still notices from time to time, commenting as if your overall appearance is yet another rebellion against propriety. You turn slightly, watching how the light plays across your form, distorting and elongating your silhouette against the steamy glass.

Your body tells two stories: one of the proper young lady your family demands, and another of the jujutsu sorcerer you secretly train to become. Both truths written in the same flesh, neither fully accepted.

A draft from the window reminds you that time isn't your ally today.

You settle before the mirror with practiced grace, reaching for your extensive collection of makeup—far too mature for a fourteen-year-old, but necessity has never cared about age. Your movements are precise as you begin the transformation, each stroke of concealer and powder another brick in the wall between your true self and the world.

Through the thin walls, you catch fragments of hurried footsteps and urgent whispers. The house is coming alive with preparation, like a hive disturbed. You recognize your mother's clipped tones directing servants, the subtle rustle of formal clothing being arranged, the distant sound of the front gate creaking open to admit early arrivals.

Your hand remains steady as you apply the deep red to your lips—another mask, another armor. Outside, someone mentions "Gojo-sama" in hushed, reverent tones, and your fingers tighten imperceptibly around the makeup brush.

The gentle tap of ceremonial sandals approaches from outside the door, then passes by. The sound makes you wonder if it was your future husband himself, walking with his head held high in that manner that managed to irk you. It's no matter; you need to continue getting ready. So, with measured precision, you continue your preparations, refusing to let the mounting urgency beyond the room dictate your pace. Each movement is a small rebellion—a claim to these final moments of control before facing what awaits. You slide into your formal attire before leaving the room.

You slip into the hallway like a shadow, your movements fluid and practiced from years of secret training. The formal kimono should restrict such agile movement, but you've learned to adapt, to make even traditional garments work with your hidden talents. Your footsteps are silent against the wooden floors as you navigate the familiar pathways of your home, avoiding the busy areas where servants rush to and fro with last-minute preparations.

Your cursed energy helps you sense the positions of others, allowing you to duck behind a corner just as two maids hurry past, their arms full of whatever items they were requested to bring. You catch fragments of their whispered conversation—something about the young Gojo heir's arrival—but you're already moving on, seeking a different presence entirely.

You find him exactly where you expected: in the small alcove near the east garden, his own formal attire slightly askew as if he's been fidgeting with it. Your twin brother's presence has always been like a beacon to you, a mirror of your own carefully hidden strength.

"The moon's uprise."

He turns to you with a look of surprise, before smiling warmly and responding.

"The sun's downfall."

A silly little code you both came up with when you were kids that you continue to use to this day.

"They're really doing this, aren't they?" he whispers, not needing to elaborate on who or what he means.

"Do what? Continue to sell me off like some prized pony?" Your tone is heavy with sarcasm, but in a light-hearted manner. A way of speaking that you've always had with your twin, "I think so. Honestly, I don't know why you're worried. I should be the one practically biting my nails."

He meets your gaze, and something unspoken passes between you. The weight of your shared secrets, the understanding that goes deeper than words. His fingers absently adjust his collar again, a gesture so unlike his usual calculated movements that it makes you worry for him.

"You know why," he murmurs, glancing toward the main house where voices continue to gather. "If they discover what we've been—" He stops abruptly, both of you tensing as footsteps approach and pass by your hiding spot. When the coast is clear, he reaches out to straighten a stray strand of your hair, the gesture achingly familiar.

"You know they'd barely blink at you if they found out," you whisper, a hint of bitterness seeping into your tone despite your best efforts. "A slap on the wrist, maybe some stern words about 'proper training channels.' But me?" You smooth an invisible wrinkle from your attire, the gesture betraying your tension. "I'd be facing god knows what."

Your brother's expression darkens at your words, recognizing the truth in them. The disparity in how you're treated has always been a source of silent rage for him.

"But they won't find out," you continue, your voice hardening with quiet determination. "I've been careful—we've been careful. All these years of secrecy, and not once have I slipped. Not even when—" You pause as another group of servants hurries past your hiding spot, their footsteps heavy with purpose.

When silence returns, you meet his gaze with steely resolve. "I won't let them take this from me. Not today, not ever."

There's a tension as those words leave your mouth. It wasn't that the silence was necessarily a bad thing, but it was definitely uncomfortable, especially when it came to your brother. Without much thought, you lay a hand on his shoulder, causing him to face you.

"But if I get too carried away, maybe just use some chloroform and drag me to my room," you joke, the dark humor a familiar shield between you. The slight quirk of his lips tells you he appreciates the attempt at levity, even as concern still shadows his eyes. "I'll be alright, don't get anxious for me, okay?"

You stand smoothly, extending your hand to him—a gesture that speaks of all the times you've pulled each other up, all the moments you've been each other's strength. He takes it, his grip firm and reassuring.

Through the walls, you hear the distinct sound of formal greetings being exchanged. The Gojo clan has arrived. Your brother's hand tightens briefly around yours before letting go, both of you automatically adjusting your postures to match the expectations that await.

"Try not to actually knock him out," he murmurs, a final attempt at humor before you must face what's coming. "The paperwork would be terrible."

"I wouldn't dare touch my future husband," you drawl, affecting the perfect imitation of your mother's prim tones. "It wouldn't be very lady-like now, would it?" The mockery draws a subtle smirk from your brother, his eyes dancing with shared mischief.

The moment hangs between you, precious in its brevity, before reality intrudes with the sound of formal introductions echoing from the main hall. Your expressions shift in unison, masks sliding into place with practiced ease. Without another word, you both move in opposite directions—he toward the front entrance where he'll be expected to greet the guests properly, you taking the longer route that will make it seem as though you've just finished your preparations.

As you part ways, you catch his final glance—a look that carries years of shared secrets, silent support, and unwavering loyalty. Then he turns the corner, and you're alone with your thoughts and the weight of what's to come.

The distant murmur of distinguished voices grows louder. You move through the hallways with measured grace, each step a deliberate display of the poise that has been instilled in you since childhood. The silk of your apparel whispers against the wooden floors, a sound almost lost beneath the growing chorus of formal greetings ahead. Your cursed energy thrums beneath your skin, but you keep it tightly contained, a sheltered pulse beneath layers of perfect composure.

As you approach the main hall, fragments of conversation become clearer. Your mother's voice, pitched to perfection. Your father's deeper tones are formal and commanding. And then—a voice you haven't heard in years, although deepening in tone, it still carries a casual and almost lazy confidence.

Satoru Gojo.

Your steps don't falter, but something in your chest tightens. The sliding door looms before you, ornate and imposing. Beyond it lies everything you've been preparing for, everything you've been dreading. You draw yourself up to your full height, arrange your features into the mask of the perfect bride-to-be, and reach for the door.

Your fingers brush against the wood, and for just a moment, you allow yourself one final thought...

'Don't screw this up.'

[yanmuffins]

I've been thinking and I've come to the conclusion that it wouldn't make much sense for Bruce to neglect one of his children.

Think about it, in canon, most of the mistakes he made that ended up harming his family were either because he was completely buried in work, or because he was slightly manipulated, both by the narrative and by third parties.

In addition, he also cannot fully communicate with others, both because of his early trauma, the loss of his parents, and all the loneliness caused by the grief he went through growing up. Not to mention the years of self-discipline and training he went through to become Batman. From everything he's seen and experienced, and all the scars he has, I can't imagine how much that grief and and especially a sense of justice, survived.

so I don't think he would simply neglect one of his children

What I propose is; accidental negligence. Think about it, if he is busy all the time with both Batman and his other persona, Brucie Wayne, and then the justice league, investigations, meetings of Wayne Enterprise, galas, charities, other rich people, the usual rogues gallery of Gotham, etc, etc, I don't think he has much time to spend with anyone.

He is able to spend more time with his other children because they are all vigilantes, like him, and are usually just as busy as he is. Having a civilian child in the middle of this mess wouldn't do much good, especially if that child doesn't know what they do most of the time, like, y'know, vigilantlism.

Imagine everyone's absolute horror when they realize, after the p&f reader is unfortunately busted, that they paid so little attention to that child that she managed to do all these crazy things right under their noses for the whole summer. And who's to say she hadn't been doing this before this summer? How many things have they inevitably missed in her life?

What I mean is that to counter the p&f reader's luck, everyone in the batfam is unlucky enough not to be able to spend time with her. And they are aware of it.

Their guilt would be immense and the angst would be delicious.

(And it would explain how Damian hás time to spend with p&f reader, since he's a kid and his only obligations are school, socialization and being Robin, so he would technically have more time??? If that even makes sense???)

context &. context.

YOU!! YOU GET IT!!

i wholeheartedly agree!

not that "accidental" neglect is any better, it's neglect all the same and has negative consequences in so many levels. but when we're talking about Bruce Emotionally Constipated And Terrible At Communication and Could Sometimes Make Better Choices Regarding His Kids Wayne, it could absolutely happen.

i'm not one to make character analysis because i have very shallow knowledge of Batman lore, but...

like you said, all of Bruce's children participate in vigilantism. they're all extraordinary, most have horrible trauma, and have relied on him for guidance. they are all Robin, and more relatable to him, in a way. that means he's consequently more involved in their lives, more physically there engaging with them, forming an emotional bond, acting as a mentor and father figure. on top of that, like you said, he has a whole life as Bruce Wayne and Batman going on.

which brings us to neglected! Reader, more specifically mine: P&F! Reader and Vampire! Reader.

on a... financial, material level, I believe they wouldn't want for anything. Alfred is the one managing their bank account and making sure they're well-provided for and though it's fun for angst purposes, i don't think they would have a tiny little bedroom isolated from everyone in the manor, mostly because it's our favorite butler who would select which bedroom Bruce's child would be staying at in this gigantic mansion with plenty unocuppied rooms. Alfred would NOT put you in the broom closet. it would be a bedroom that's at least as big as Damian's in Son of Batman, for example.

(i more than understand suspension of disbelief and playing around with all sorts of interesting concepts and characters, so I'm not criticizing anyone!)

in fact, i think it's kinda worse that, say, you have a bedroom that's a wall across from Tim's and he still kinda forgets you exist.

also, i believe Bruce's kid would absolutely have access to a more than generous amount of money. not broke at all.

so the only type of neglect going on here is of the emotional kind. your father and your siblings have created tight-knit bonds amongst themselves based on their shared experiences and the proximity brought by them all working as vigilantes, and you're just not a part of the club.

timing is also relevant.

P&F! Reader arrives at the manor some time after Damian, which means that not only have all relationships been formed over the years, Bruce has also experienced having kids, as well as having a biological child suddenly enter his life. they're a fish out of the water, and their dad is kinda awkward about this (apparently) normal child that showed up at his doorstep. while Damian is still kind of adapting, running around at night trying to bypass Bruce's security system and solve dangerous cases by himself, P&F! Reader is in their bedroom having a virtual sleepover with their Metropolis friends, streaming movies and eating caramelized popcorn.

fun fact: Damian and P&F! Reader are neighbors. he was not happy about Alfred placing his half-sibling on the room right beside his for the longest time. P&F! Reader has definetly caught him sneaking out, but they're no snitch. and you're right, he does have more free time, and he's also on summer break so no school and no homework to worry about. He's got free time to be his sibling's keeper.

and as we all know, the impression that P&F! Reader is just a normal regular kid that totally doesn't build ridiculous thingamabobs in their spare time, it's kinda easy to forget they're there amidst the Wayne family mayhem(s). Bruce is also kinda doesn't really know what to do with this kid or how to connect with them, but they don't really demand immediate attention and seem to be doing fine – so he probably shouldn't worry too much, right?

you could also argue that he's kinda awkward (emotionally constipated) with this kid and is very bad at consoling and accomodating them after the trauma that made them have to move in with him. he doesn't straight up forget they exist, although he starts paying more attention to them after Damian gets more involved in ther bio sibling's antics. and when it comes to siblings, it's just easier for their relationship to never evolve past more superficial interactions (with the exception of Damian who decides to mind P&F! Reader's business earlier on, more or less). P&F! Reader doesn't know about the vigilantism for a long time, so it's natural that they're excluded from any and all matters regarding that. and because everyone else is so busy with their own lives and P&F! Reader seems to be doing fine, so easy to overlook, has plenty of friends in and out of their new school and the Batfam is already a formed unit... Well, you get the picture.

there's also the matter of Damian. he is the kid that "needs more attention" because of his background. he's been through a lot. nevermind the possibility that you might also have gone throguh your own fair share of trauma, at the end of the day you're the easier kid. the "okay" kid with regular problems. which is sad and unfair, but that's what we're here for, isn't it? and Dick is the biggest offender when it comes to that.

not that P&F! Reader is bothered by any of that! They have an amazing summer ahead of them. 😎 It's definetly Batfam being unlucky that prevents them from spending time with P&F! Reader, but that allowed them to mostly enjoy summer without being smothered by their family. the guilt would be unmatched, that is for sure.

"And who's to say she hadn't been doing this before this summer?"

hehe :)

vampire! Reader (she was not mentioned but I'm talking about her anyway, spoilers for the fic because i want to rant) is a different story. again, timing. she arrived at the manor sometime between Dick leaving for Bludhaven and Jason being brought in, so she didn't really get a chance to develop a deeper emotional connection with Dick. that also means Bruce was a lot younger when he is faced with a biological child being thrown at his door, not to mention the less-than-ideal-circumstances in which she came to be in his custody.

and after trying to make her his newest sidekick didn't work, in the coming years he would dedicate most of his time to fighting crime as Batman and taking care of/mentoring Jason who had a rough past and is now his new sidekick. connecting and relating to Jason was easier than connecting with Vampire! Reader, but he always made sure to check on her and make sure she was okay (and the answer was always yes, because of course it was).

during this time Jason and Vampire! Reader were actually pretty close, but then he, uh. kinda died horrifically. so not only was Vampire! Reader dealing with the loss of her brother, her father was now full-on neglecting her, self-absorbed in his grief, so she felt the proper thing to do would be repress her emotions to accomodate her father and try to be his emotional support. not that it worked, but she was there! so we have the emotional neglect and we have Vampire! Reader starting to take a parental role for her own father because he's not being a parent for her. she was also completely alone in that huge manor with the exception of Alfred because none of the other kids were in the picture yet, and Dick had long since moved out. as you can see, not very nice :)

from then on she just kinda blends into the background. financially she's provided for. she is her father's daughter, so communication and expressing emotion are not her forté, but she tries her best to connect with the incoming batkids. it does not work. i have said this before, but she is the mature child, the (again) normal one who puts other people's needs before her, so she doesn't complain when Bruce makes time for literally every other kid who becomes Robin except her. but don't be mistaken: Bruce is definetly more controlling and aware of Vampire! Reader in comparison to P&F! Reader due to reasons (guess you can say early yandere signs?). Jason too is... Sort of complicated. the situation here is definetly darker and resonates with tone of the story better. and when Bruce realizes how terrible he was? oh, boy.

so I guess you can play around a lot with the neglectful! Reader trope, and that's what makes it so entertaining. yeah. that's all I have to say for today, I guess??

[doomtrooper77]

I've got a story to accompany this image. You can read it below. It is not a cute romantic story; it is more like my images. So, if that is not your thing, skip the story. If you do, let me know what you think of it.

Wrong Side of the Tracks

I had been in the bar for an hour already. It was one of those places off the beaten track where everyone went from what some would call the wrong side of the tracks. Mind you, this place wasn’t rundown. It just wasn’t fancy. The long wooden bar was polished, and the stools were worn but comfortable. Booths lined the wall opposite the bar. In the back of the bar were some big couches and chairs in an open area. Every seating surface was made of that old-school leather that got patina but never grew thin, never ripped. It was all cushioned just right for sitting and drinking the night away. Behind the bar was bottle after bottle of every liquor you could think of. Cases full of bottles of beer and more than a few on tap. However, don’t come in asking for some fancy new-fangled Microbrew bullshit. This wasn’t that kind of place.

Most people who came here were working-class people who came in for drinks and bar food. People who worked with their hands or on their feet all day. You had some white-collar folks sprinkled in, but mostly people who grew up in the neighborhood who managed to get a job downtown but still came back to visit friends and family in the area. That’s not to say it also didn’t have more seedier visitors. It was also a place where locals on the "wrong" side of the law congregated. Depending on the day of the week and the time, there was little you couldn’t find here if you knew the right person to ask.

You need a loan. There was a table in the back where some gentlemen of Italian persuasion sat most days. They were happy to give you some money for a hefty fee. If you needed something to bring you up or down, there was usually someone you could talk to to provide you with whatever you needed. But they couldn’t sell it in the bar. Business of that sort was not allowed in the bar; discussing it was different. If you needed someone’s leg broken, there was someone who you could talk to about that.

The bar was situated behind several warehouses and buildings in an old light industrial part of the city. You had to know where it was to find it and drive a maze of access roads and streets to find it. The bar had an address but didn’t appear on Waze or Google Maps.  The lot was big enough for everything from Harleys to big rigs.  The lot is dim, with most of the light coming from other businesses outside its perimeter.

I was on my 3rd beer when I heard the Harley outside. It was cold in the Midwest in November, but the hardcore bikers rode in the cold air. I was sitting midway down the bar when the door opened, and the crowd started parting. People quickly moved aside, even to the point where they pressed against others to get out of the way of the approaching figure. I got a glimpse of him just as he passed. I thought, “Jesus, he's gotten even bigger!”  He walked past, and you could feel his aura move with him. Predator. It was the only way to describe it. Some construction workers were drinking a few feet down, and one of the bigger guys either didn’t see him coming or had decided he was the alpha in the room. The biker didn’t change his step; his massive shoulders plowed through the big construction worker, pushing him into his buddies and spilling his beer down his shirt.

“Hey FUCK WAD, watch where you’re going!” The big construction worker said. He was big, about 6’5, and easily 280-290 solid pounds. You can tell he was used to being the big guy in the room. The area around them quieted as the biker turned around and took two steps back. I got a good look at him then. He was about 6’2, so shorter than the construction worker. However, everything else about the biker made the construction worker seem small. He had actual doorway-wide shoulders.  Arms are truly as thick as a healthy man's leg. Massive pecs encased under the leather vest. His lats push his massive arms away from his body at a freaking 45-degree angle. A neck so massive that it seemed like his huge shoulders just met his head somehow.  The part of my brain that was pretty damn good at calculating a man's size and weight told me at least 375 actual pounds.

One of the construction workers whispered “shit” as he pulled on his friend's arm. The bigger construction worker was wiping beer from his shirt and shook his friend's arm off as he looked up. Both men’s eyes met, and something happened. Guys know the feeling when you are in a situation where you quickly find out that you are not the alpha in the room. The biker took another step forward and pushed his chest into that of the construction worker. The biker tilted his head to that angle some guys do when trying to figure out how badly they will hurt someone. Not if, but how much. Everything around them quieted and stopped.

I could only see part of the construction workers' faces, but I could see the anger drain quickly away to be replaced by fear.  The Biker saw it and stepped into him more, pushing him back on his friends. Something like a wave of heat seemed to pass over me, and I could feel the raw dominance coming off that biker. It was like being on the edge of a violent storm. You can feel the air pressure change and smell the lightning as it crashes just feet away. Or it is like being on the edge of a vast forest fire, watching a fire tornado spin feet away and your skin both dry and slick with sweat simultaneously.

I felt my balls shrink up and throb at the same time.  “Sorry. Sorry.. man, I’m sorry,” the Big Construction worker was saying. No longer meeting the biker’s gaze, he said, “Sorry I bumped into ya. My fault. Sorry, sorry.”  The Biker stayed crowded in his space for another 15 seconds, stepped back, and looked at the construction workers' buddies, who all looked away. He turned to walk to the back of the bar to the area where the couches and chairs were. There was a dangerous and knowing smirk on his face.

Within seconds, the bar's sounds returned to normal, and people moved on as if nothing had happened—except for the construction workers. Those guys threw money on the bar, paid their tab, and quickly left.

However, I was now intrigued—no, make that obsessed—with the monster in the back of the bar. Over the next hour, I made my way down the bar toward the back of the room. I could see he was sitting with several other bikers and rough-looking men. I couldn’t hear what they were discussing but could see them on the sly. He filled one of the club chairs, his mass covering it completely. He wore this leather vest, black jeans, and big black harness boots. Out of the group, he talked the least.

A couple in the booth was just on the edge of the sitting area, which had a perfect view.  They left when I almost convinced myself that my little spy game had gone as far as it should. Before they could get two steps away from the booth, I slid into it. The waitress came over, and I got another beer.  I took out my phone and pretended to be scrolling on it while I was sneaking peaks at the monster. My cock was so hard in my pants that I had to squirm around a bit to give it room.  Knowing I might never see this guy again, I discreetly turned on my camera and videoed him. I kept making gestures like I was scrolling and typing, but I was filming his every twitch and flex.

I ended up drinking another two beers while getting more and more footage. The angle I had the camera meant I really couldn’t see my screen. I might have noticed when he started looking at me if I had. Only when I looked up to sneak another peek I saw two pools of steel looking at me.  Eyes so bright and grey that they seemed to glow, and they were looking at me. Not glancing but staring at me. I could feel the weight of his attention. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck” was all I could think.  As nonchalantly as possible, I slowly angled my phone away, and while pretending to be texting, I shut off the camera. It was time to go. I couldn’t dare look up at him to see if he was still looking, but I knew. I could feel it—the heat and pressure of his attention.

I had two problems. My cock was still rock hard, and I needed to piss badly. So badly, I thought that if I tried to make it to my car, I would piss myself. SHIT. I took out my wallet and threw 50 bucks and an OK tip on the table. Every second felt like my bladder was going to burst. SHIIIT. Taking a deep breath, I causually stood up with my hand in my pocket, trying to hold my boner down, and started walking across the bar to the hallway with the bathrooms. My brain screamed don’t look at him, my cock, on the other hand, throbbed under my fingers and said, come on one last look.

Glancing in his direction as I walked past the men who sat in front of him, I saw his head turn and track me. Like some goddamn tiger or something. I got to the bathroom and made it to the urinal, and let out 5 beers worth of piss. My hard cock throbbing in my hand the entire time. When I finished, my cock had gone to semi-hard. Stuffing it back in my pants, I washed my hands, took a deep breath, and told myself to walk out of the bar. Walk out of the bathroom and straight out the bar, not looking at him or anyone. Out the bar and to my car.  Go home. Go home and watch all of the videos you took of that beast. My cock twitched and started to harden again.

I opened the door, turned to go down the hallway, and ran into a wall of beef. He stood there, his massive body filling the dim hallway, waiting. I bounced off him and stumbled back two steps. I looked up at his face and those eyes. My body froze. I can’t explain it. I FROOZE. He looked at me, his head tilted as if he were deciding something. My heart was racing, and my mouth was dry. For seconds, I couldn’t say anything. Then I remembered what happened with the guy up front. I quickly said, “Sorry. Excuse me for bumping into you.”  

He started moving toward me. I backed up a step, thinking he was headed to the bathroom. But he wasn’t. He kept walking past the bathroom, and now he was against me. His massive body pushes me forward, my backward pace struggling to keep up. “Uh wait, hey, umm, excuse me.” Every nonsensical word came out of my mouth, and he kept pushing me back down the hallway. I started to fall backward, and I felt this massive hand grab my shirt and keep me upright. With no effort, he lifted me on my toes and carried me down the darkening hall. I kept mumbling until he said, “Shut up.” He didn’t yell. He gave an order and expected it to be followed.

We turned a corner and went down another short hall. There was an exit door. He pushed me through it into the night. Behind the bar, it was virtually pitch black, only lit by moonlight and his eyes. He walked us 50 feet behind a brick shed and pushed me against the wall.  His beard split into a hard grin, and he said, “Phone.”

Stunned and terrified, I said, “What?”

I have never had anyone grab me by my throat and lift me off the ground before. His massive hand clamped around my neck; his other hand went to my pants pocket and ripped out my phone.  Still holding me up with one hand, his other expertly clicks the button to turn the screen on. It was locked. He looked at me and then at the phone. I expected he would demand the lock code. Instead, he turned my head to face the phone and held it up. Even in the dim moonlight, it recognized my face and unlocked it.

The massive hand that wasn’t throttling me expertly moved over the screen. His big fingers press and swipe my screen. The screen lit up his face. Harsh, rough, brutally handsome. In a few seconds, I heard the sound of the bar playing from my speaker.  His hand tightened on my throat.  I watched his face as he scrubbed through the video. His brutal features were darkening. The aura of potential violence made the air thick.

He turned the phone so I could see the video playing, which showed him staring at me and the camera from minutes ago. He pulled me down and leaned all of his weight into me, crushing me to the shed wall. He leaned in where our faces were touching. His steel grey eye was less than an inch from my own, staring into my eye like a laser beam. His beard rubbed against mine as his mouth was next to my ear. His hot, angry breath blew across my ear and neck.  It was intimate. Fear can be intimate.

“Who the fuck are you, and why are you videoing me.” He said. His voice was deep, and his words were spoken normally, but the power behind them made me shiver.  My brain went blank. Words just tumbled from my mouth. Apologies. Explanations. Gibberish. I could see the rage ignite in his eyes as he pressed himself against me fully and repeated himself more forcefully. He asked again, and the anger and potential violence in his voice made my legs weak.

Then froze.  His eyes stayed locked to mine. His head tilted. He let go of my neck and reached down between us.  My brain may have been terrified and incapable of action; however, my cock was having the time of its life.  It could care less that this 390-pound monster was about to rip us apart. All it cared about was that 390-pound monster crushing and grinding me into the wall behind us. I felt the biker’s massive hand grab my hard cock.

The heat in his eyes was still there, in suspension.  Lifting my phone back up, I watched as he expertly tapped, swiped, and scrubbed through my phone. We stood that way for almost 3-4 minutes. I heard numerous videos I had saved to my phone from Leather sites, Raw Fuck Club, videos saved from Twitter and Pornhub. He flicked through them, and all the while, my throbbing cock was crushed by his hand.

Looking back at me, his eyes were still full of heat. “Is that it puppy? You getting some more jerk off material on your phone?” My fear is now joined with shame. SHIT. Shame giving me the power to look away.  His big hand squeezes my cock painfully, and he says, “I asked you a question, boy! You’re videoing me so you can jerk this thing off later?” His hand squeezed and pulled my cock roughly through my jeans. It throbbed and twitched with excitement.

I mumbled, “Yes.”

His face gets close to his mind, and the anger is back in his voice, “Speak up, boy! You got the balls to be filming me for your personal pleasure, be man enough to say it!”

“Yes, that is why I was filming you,” I said.

“Why me?” He said, his voice clearly expecting an answer.

I paused. Thinking of what to say.  Decided on the truth. “I’ve never seen anyone like you. As big as you are.  As tough as you are. As strong as you are.  As mean and scary.“ I stopped myself from going further.

He let go of my cock and pressed himself hard against me, crushing me more than before. “You like’em big and scary, huh?” His face was close to mind. “I’m 400 fucking pounds of the meanest and scariest motherfucker you gonna ever meet, boy.”  He pushed his mouth close to my ear and said, “I do mean and scary shit for fun. Are you sure you want that?” He fucking growled like a beast in my ear.

My cock didn’t give my brain time to think, so I quietly said, “Yes.”

He growled in my ear and crushed me even more against the wall. “Mean and scary it is.” He said.

Spinning me around, he pushed me face-first into the brick wall. He reached around, grabbed the front of my pants, and unbuckled my belt. He slid the belt off. Before I knew what was happening, he had made a loop out of it, put it around my neck, and pulled it tight. “There we go, puppy needs a leash.” He said. I was up on my toes. My skin was hot and cold. Excited and scared.

I felt his other hand grab the back of my jeans and yank. There was a ripping sound, and I tried to grab his hand to keep him from ripping my jeans. “Hey, I can take them down…” I never finished that sentence because I felt a fist hit me in the kidneys. Bright pain lanced up my side, and my legs went weak.

Pressing up against me, he said, “Understand this puppy. You’ve got three jobs right now. One, do what I say and nothing but what I say. Two, do whatever you can to make sure I enjoy using you however I want. Three, Survive. Do one and two well, and three shouldn’t be a problem. You fuck around thinking this is some date, and I can show you a whole other level of mean and scary. Do you understand me, boy?”

“ Yes, Sir.” I said.

He laughed roughly as his hand grabbed my jeans and ripped a big hole in the center. His hand reached through the hole to grab my shorts and grab one of the ass straps of my jock. He chuckled, “You’re a kinky fucker, aren’t you?”

I felt him step back and heard a zipper. He growled deeply again and pressed himself against me. I could feel his hot throbbing cock rub against my ass. He ground his hips back and forth and side to side. Fuck, it was huge. I could feel it throb and twitch as it moved across my skin. He slid it up my back and around my hips so I could feel how big it was.  I whimpered a bit in lust and fear. Leaning in, he growled, “Everything about me is big and scary.”

He slides his now hard cock between my ass cheeks, stretching the cheeks apart with-it’s size. I feel him let out a deep, growling breath as he crushes me between him and the wall.  I felt the big, veiny flesh slide up and down my hole. Yanking on the belt, he growls, “Open up.” He pushes his way in. Fuck its, huge. So damn thick. It just keeps sliding and sliding in. My breath is coming in short gasps. He chuckles as it pushes all the way in. I can feel his pubic hair and zipper teeth on my ass.  I want to yell, but the belt is pulled tight on my neck.

“That’s it, puppy. Take it. Take it all.” He says, grinding his massive body against mine. His cock throbbing deep inside me. Soon, he got a steady stroke going. His strokes are solid and deep. His powerlifting hips alternate from jackhammering into me to crushing me against the wall between him and the shed. He’s growling and breathing behind me like an animal. My legs are weak from the pounding.

I feel him loosen his grip on the belt, grab my hair, and pull my head to the side. I feel his thick beard rub across my neck. I moan as he rubs across that spot. The spot that makes me squirm when the right man finds it. He knows and licks across it. My body shakes. Then I felt his mouth bite down on that spot. Every nerve in my body cuts on and off. His hungry mouth bites and gnaws at my neck. Never breaking the skin. Holding me in place as his massive body goes into overdrive. Powerfucking me against the wall. I feel like a rhino is ramming into me. Time blurs and I don’t know if it has been 5 minutes or 15, but this monster has stamina. His pounding has never stopped.

I’ve never been used like this. I feel his stroke change, and by the 4th stroke, he explodes inside of me. Shot after shot, painting my insides. So much cum. So much I can feel it leaking around his cock and down my legs. He keeps his cock inside me until the absolute last twitch is done. When he pulls it out, I can feel more of it soaking my jeans.

I feel him step back and hear him say, “Turn around, boy.”  My legs are weak and wobbly. I feel like I have just lost a boxing match or been used like a tackling dummy.

He’s looking at me. Fuck he seems even bigger now. A huge fucking shadow in the moonlight.

I can barely see his face, but his eyes shine as he says. “You are not fucking done.” Looking down and then back up, he says. “Clean me up.” I look down, and his cock is still semi-hard and twitching. “You can get on your knees, or I can put you there. Get to work.”

Getting to my knees, I lean forward and take him in my mouth. Just like when he was fucking me against the wall, his hands were soon clamped on the side of my head, and his hips were thrusting his cock deep into my throat. The more I choke, cough, and sputter, the more he likes it. By the time he was done, I was a messy fleshlight. He dumped three more loads down my throat. His big dick was like a firehose. I was so full, weak, and used that I just lay on the ground.

I felt his boot push me over to my back. His huge shadow was standing over me. He puts his boot on my chest, bends down, and shines my phone in my face again. He turns it back around, and I watch as he flicks through it again, stopping a few times.  “You didn’t do lousy tonight, boy. You managed to survive.” Putting real pressure on his boot and my chest, he repeats my home address, work address, and that of my sister. Nothing more, his threat was implicit.  “You better start working out more because next time, tonight will look like foreplay.” Then I watched his massive hand squeeze, and he crushed my phone like it was nothing. It sparked, and smoke started coming out of the cracked sides. I watch him lean back and throw the now burning hunk of glass and metal far further than anyone should be able to. “You need a new phone, puppy.” He says as he walks off into the darkness.  In the next few minutes, I heard a Harley start up and drive away.

Sometime later, I managed to get up and find my way to the parking lot. I smile as I gingerly get in my car, thinking about the cloud backup I have turned on for pictures and video on my phone. I do need a new phone. My dick twitches in anticipation.

[purplesimmer455]

Meanwhile, in San Sequoia:

Emily comes back from school, and her mom is in the driveway to greet her. "Hey Ems, how was your day?" Megan asks, pulling Emily into a bear hug. "It was pretty uneventful, but good I guess. How was your day?" She asks and Megan smiles. "Good and uneventful too. I did some writing, planned a lecture for my college students, and checked in with your ma. She's apparently not going to have cell service for a day and a half because she'll be climbing Mt. Komorebi, but she'll check in with us as soon as she can." Megan says, her brows creasing a bit with worry. "It's okay mom, she's trained and is going with Kado and some other friends who can help her out if anything happens," Emily says, hiding the worry in her own voice. "Yeah, she'll be fine," Megan says, mostly to reassure Emily but also for herself.

The two head up to their apartment, and Megan starts making Mapo tofu with pork for dinner. Emily takes out her math and English homework assignments, and works on them while she and her mom talk about a book they've both been reading before going into the next topic. "Mom, there's something I've been meaning to bring up." Emily says, keeping her eyes trained on her homework. "Sure," Megan calls from the kitchen. "Kir and I were thinking of taking the next step with each other, and we want to be safe so they're asking their parents and I wanted to ask you if I could go on birth control," she says quickly. Megan nods, trying hard to stay casual. "That's fine, Emmy, and I'm glad you and Kiran are being responsible. I'll call Dr. West and set up an appointment for you and you can discuss it with her and go on the pill," she says and Emily nods. "Thanks mom," she says.

Emily finishes her homework, texts Kiran that she had the talk, and then has dinner with her mom. After dinner, Emily watches TV with Megan. It's quieter in their new apartment with just the two of them than it was back at their old house where she lived with her moms as well as her aunties and cousins Hamuera and Piper. Emily feels a lump in her throat as she thinks of movie nights with her mom and ma, snuggling on the couch, and hanging out with her aunties and cousins in the backyard. She pushes it away as her mom glances at her, and without a word, Megan takes her hand and squeezes it. Emily smiles, squeezing her mom's hand back and sighs as she settles into the couch.

After the movie, Emily heads downstairs to throw away the trash and runs into her oldest cousin, Quentin. He's the son of her auntie Peyton* and uncle Jared and out of all the Feldmans, he's the most calm and quiet**. "Hi Emmy," he says, and Emily grins. "Hey Q," she says. "How are you and auntie Megs doing?" He asks, his face serious, and Emily shrugs. "Better now, we're still adjusting to the new place but I'm glad we live next to you, Malaya, Casey, Darren, Cam, and Pipes so it's not as lonely or quiet," She admits and Quentin nods and sighs. "I understand, it's tough to uproot your life and have everything change. If you ever want to talk or hang out, I'm here too," he says and Emily grins. "Thanks Q, but I don't want to bother you too much. I know you're busy with med school," she says but he shakes his head. "True, but I always have time for family and friends," he adds with a smile and Emily smiles back. She's not as close to Quentin as she is to her cousins her age, but he's always been kind to her.

[slytherinshua]

SEVENTEEN ATLA HEADCANONS

genre. headcanons. avatar the last airbender au. warnings. none. featuring. ot13 seventeen. wc. 1.6k. (around 100 words each) request. no. a/n. obviously i've been on a svt atla kick since burnt promises, second chances. i'd be open to writing fics for any of these small headcanons if anyone is particularly interested :)

SEUNGCHEOL

Ugh, Cheol is really hard. I kinda see him as any nation and also none at the same time. For the lack of other Water Tribe on the list, I’ll give him Water Tribe, but I don’t even think he’s a bender. He’d be a passionate hunter of the Southern Water Tribe, and a very good one, but not a bender. He’d always be eager to help out and fit his role as a true leader. He’s looked up to because he protects his people without fail. He’s good at strategics and known for his bravery. I see him fitting a role like Sokka’s father, but I don’t see him as anything glamorous like Water Tribe Royalty. He’s down to Earth and humble and honest. He leads and the people follow.

JEONGHAN

Jeonghan is an airbender. He’s witty and intelligent, and a great asset to his nation. He’d be in an Air temple close to the Earth Kingdom, and he often helps out with strategics if they ever need it. Definitely a kind and angel baby, but if there’s anyone who needs dealing with, he will personally take the task up. He’s world renowned and has allies and friends in every single nation. When he’s not busy, he’ll spend his time travelling around and immersing himself in the different cultures of the nations. He’s beaten Water Tribe hunters at their own hunt, evaded earthbender attacks in the ring because of how light he is on his feet. And his agility and wit proves to be useful whenever he goes head to head with a firebender. He can often predict their next moves and avoid attacks before they’re even fired at him.

JOSHUA

Joshua is Water Tribe!! Definitely a Water Tribe prince, or even a poor boy from the Northern Water Tribe whose parents couldn’t afford water bending lessons for him, so he would sneak around and watch lessons without getting caught. He’s mostly self taught, so he’s not exactly the best, but he can still hold his own. If he’s a Water Tribe prince, then he probably got bored with water bending very quickly as a child and started figuring out ways to skip his lessons lol. He knows clever ways to bribe or fool his masters into letting him slack off, but he also has to build enough skill to show at least a little improvement. He’s probably more interested in carving proposal necklaces to give to his future girlfriend than improving his bending skills.

JUNHUI

Jun is Fire Nation, and he’s extremely talented at Fire Bending. He probably runs a tea shop with his family and takes lessons on the side; just a regular middle class kid. He’s not aiming for a military position or anything high up, but he uses his skills to help him in daily life. He might have friends from places higher up in the city, and because of that, he got to take a visit to Royal Fire Academy for Girls. Definitely turns some heads— practically the whole school is crushing on him by the end of the 2 hour visit, and he enjoys the attention that he wouldn’t usually get at home. It’s safe to say that he’s invited back given the significant improvement in attendance and performance after his initial visit. 

SOONYOUNG

Another airbender, only because he’s so agile. Like the spider choreo really makes me see him as someone who just likes to swing around upside down for fun. He’ll play pranks on the older monks, or just anyone he can get his hands on. He’s a lot like Aang in that way. He definitely creates his own airbending moves, because he is a choreographer!!! Somehow takes a trip to the Earth Kingdom because it was his life goal to see a tigerdillo in real life. Once he meets one, he somehow adopts it, and settles down in the Earth Kingdom from there on! He’s perfectly happy, and can he even pose as an earthbender if he’s smart about it.

WONWOO

Anyone could probably guess that I see Wonwoo as Fire Nation. I wrote an entire 14.5k fic about it which is expecting a part 2, but I just think he fits it so much? Especially in a role like the Fire Lord or some notable higher up who is skilled at firebending and definitely owns a dragon (if we’re talking a time period before/during the dragon hunts). He’d be the type to just be a natural at it and reach a high mastery at an early age. He’s such a skilled fighter, and definitely knows how to control his flame. He prefers to study directly from dragons instead of old masters, whose teachings feel regurgitated and watered down, which sounds pretentious, but it’s one of the reasons why he got so good.

JIHOON

I see Jihoon as an Earth bender. He’s short and stout but HE'S SO BUFF. He definitely has the density in him to move some rocks, he’s practically built like The Boulder but without the height????? I definitely see him as part of the royal guard, but definitely not an Earth King. He might teach Earth Bending or get posted out on the coast near the Fire Nation or something— but he definitely has a military position. Somewhere where he can use his earthbending to its full potential. Not the most talkative, but definitely the most efficient, so he climbs the ranks like nobody's business and everyone knows to respect every word that comes out of his mouth. If you say even a word about his height, he’ll throw a rock at your head before you can finish the sentence.

SEOKMIN

It was hard to pick between Water Tribe and Fire Nation for Seokmin, but I think he’s ultimately Fire Nation. I see him as an actor for plays, and he definitely uses his firebending to win over the audience. It got to the point that even though he’s from a small town in the Fire Nation, he became a household name and got increasingly popular until he eventually found himself acting in front of the Fire Lord. Once he got rich enough from it, he got a spot in the most infamous acting troupe in the Fire Nation. His favourite role to play is, of course, the Dragon Emperor in Love Amongst the Dragons.

MINGYU

Just a bulky earthbender I don’t know what to say. He probably got recruited to some military position because he’s fit and can hold his own in a fight, but boy’s just really a sweetheart. He doesn’t enjoy smashing people with rocks, so he tries to get out of the military as soon as possible. He instead works as a carpenter of sorts? Builds elaborate structures with his earthbending, and has a surprisingly artistic touch to his creations. Popular with the older ladies because he is a gentleman.

MINGHAO

I see him as an airbender, but I cannot imagine him with a bald head LIKE HELP. But let's say he is, and for aesthetic purposes, keep the long haired Minghao. He practically floats and flies through the air with his airbendings. He’s probably more of a lemur guy than a sky bison guy. I can imagine him having 1 or 2 lemurs who he spends most of his time with. Obviously very light on his feet and into meditation. He’s one of those star students in the class that the teacher picks as an example for the other students to watch and learn from.

SEUNGKWAN

A waterbender, and he’s good because he focused and studied the traditions of it. He knows the importance of the basics, and when he’s teaching, he can get mad pretty quick if he catches a novice waterbender doing a technique lazily. He teaches them the hard way, making the floor an ice rink or slapping in the face with a water tentacle if they make a silly mistake. But he’s a respected master. (Not to say that he’s old, but he holds the respect of an old master). Also a great healer for the Water Tribe. He thinks it’s important for the men to not just learn how to fight with spears and slices of water, but also to heal the tribe, and he offers his lessons to the women of the tribe as well.

VERNON

Another Fire Nation boy. He’s so skilled he can redirect lightning and all that jazz. He’s a worldwide guy too, so he’s definitely familiar with the other nations and their bending to a certain extent. (Like Iroh, studying the Water Tribe helped him with creating new techniques within firebending). He has a dragon because he’s hot like that, and would hold master firebending classes lol. Definitely has connections to the Royal Family and I could even see him serving as a personal guard or something of that sort. His skills aren’t to be wasted, so he can snag a high paying position practically anywhere he wants.  

CHAN

Earth Kingdom kid from a poor family™, I mean it’s just so clear in my mind. I imagine his mom runs a corner store, and he likes to use his very limited earth bending skills to make the shop look prettier. If the wooden tables break down over time, he’ll earth bend a makeshift counter to display the trinkets for sale. He’s quite charming even though he doesn’t have much to say about himself. In the lower class of the Earth Kingdom, practically everyone knows him because he likes to go around and make new friends when he’s bored. He’ll help out the elderly if they need it, and flash a toothy grin to anyone he comes across.

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also another reason i'm wary of discussions of "female socialization" is that too many of them act like it's a universal experience rather than something that varies widely based on your individual sociocultural background. like, what a girl is supposed to be varies WIDELY by culture or even by family.

like as someone who grew up in rural appalachia, what was expected of me as a girl was a good bit different from girls (even of the same race and similar income level) that i've talked to who grew up in town just an hour away. a woman who could effortlessly lob a hay bale half her body weight was considered a *good* thing here. but at the same time, we were told things about submitting to our husbands that could possibly be described as "some handmaids tale type shit".

(the ideal of a good redneck woman shares a lot of traits with a "pickme girl" actually, though it's not quite identical, and is also wrapped in a layer of *regional* pride/exceptionalism rather than *personal* exceptionalism.) (sidenote i've kinda grown to detest the term "pickme girl" cuz half of the people who say it aren't referring to women that push other women down and degrade femininity. they're just referring to like. a masculine woman minding her own business and maybe personally kinda disliking the colour pink cuz it got forced on her too hard as a kid.)

ANYWAY. this is only part sociological analysis and is mostly a leadup to an anecdote i remembered:

in high school i had this girl i was friends with. classic queer teenage friendship. unhealthy, codependent, being some form of in love with each other, ultimately culminating in an explosive friend breakup. you know the deal.

and at the time (peak of friendship, pre-breakup) my friend had this shit-ass boyfriend. like i probably would have disliked him on principle cuz i was a jealous baby queer but he more than earned my vitriol for reasons i'm not going to go into here cuz most of em aren't funny they're just legit upsetting.

and we were talking and i think my friend mentioned something about liking a big strong man who could carry her, cuz next thing i know i'm smugly looking the fuck ass boyfriend in the eyes lifting my friend up with my wobbly little nerd arms. real urgent "mother lifting a car off her baby" type strength or something must have kicked in cuz i've always been shaped somewhere on the spectrum of "twink" and "malnourished victorian orphan"

and i put her down and the fuckass boyfriend comes up to me and pats me on the back and says "wow, you're a real country gal!"

i wasn't trying to affirm my heritage, dalton. i was trying to steal your girl. (and possibly affirm my burgeoning transmasculinity? but mostly steal your girl tbh.)

[otakusheep15]

Twisted Wonderland x Wicked

The winner of the poll I posted! Sorry this took so long, I've been busy with school lol.

I didn't mention this in my Hatchetfield post, but this is less of an AU and more of a "What if NRC had a theater program and did this show?" I'll also be giving more explanation this time around instead of just making a cast list!

Elphaba: Malleus Draconia

Where should I even start with this one? They're both green, sad, and lonely. They have physical differences that make them come off as scary to "normal-looking" people and they have powerful magic they don't really know how to control. On the inside, they're sweet and caring and very loyal. They're both very intelligent and observant. Like Elphaba, I think Malleus would fall in love easily if given the chance, both with friends and potential lovers. Both have an issue with anger management and both have complicated family dynamics. The similarites can honestly go on and on but I think I've made my point by now.

Glinda: Cater Diamond

This might be a hot take since I know a lot of people cast Glinda as Vil, but hear me out! On the outside, both Glinda are bubbly and nice, making them very popular among peers. That being said, they are also both vapid and vain, making it difficult for them to make any lasting relationships. I think Cater would react to Malleus similarly to how Glinda first reacts to Elphaba, making fun of him by pretending to be kind. I also think Cater as Glinda makes sense because of Glinda's character arc, as she learns to be less self-centered and open up to others. I also just really like the dynamic between Malleus and Cater and I think they would be good as leads together.

Fiyero: Kalim Al-Asim

This was honestly the most difficult role to cast, as so many characters can fit Fiyero, but also no one really can. I was also considering Floyd, since he has the most similar mindset, and Leona, since I think he could pull off the emotional and romantic parts the best, but after talking with a friend, I think Kalim suits the role the most. Like Fiyero, he has this sort of "why bother trying, let's just party" vibe going on. He doesn't care much about school and he instead chooses to focus on living life and partying. He's closed off about his real feelings, choosing instead to put on a more approachable, laid-back vibe in order to attract people while also keeping them at a distance. He and Cater have a fun dynamic in canon already, and that would translate well to Glinda and Fiyero's dynamic. Malleus and Kalim don't have too many interactions, but I can see it working in the context of this story. I think Kalim's version of Fiyero would be a bit kinder but still joking, and he would kill "Dancing Through Life" better than anyone.

Nessarose: Riddle Rosehearts

Part of me just thought this would be funny because of her name, but after thinking, I do have a few actual reasons. For one, a sibling dynamic between Malleus and Riddle just makes sense to me. Nessarose does also remind me a lot of Riddle, especially in act two. She tends to be self-centered, partially because of favortism growing up, but also because of the resentment she has for Elphaba. I think Riddle matches Nessa's vibe of a somewhat niave person who uses that niavety to be mean. I also think he fits that obsessive vibe she gets towards Boq, and I also think he'd play her well when she becomes govenor of Munchkinland.

Boq: Ace Trappola

This is mostly just me pushing my AceRid agenda, but I think it can work. It's lowkey funny to me for Ace to have a crush on Cater, but I can see it happening in a story like this. He has that same goofy, kind of awkward vibe Boq gives off in act one, but also that anger and drive we see in act two. Ace leading the witch hunt works well, as he's always known to be on the front lines when it comes to a fight. His dynamic with Riddle works well here too, as their relationship in-game is very complicated but still interesting, much like Nessa. I can see him befriending Riddle (Nessa) as a joke/because of Cater (Glinda) but feeling bad about it because, deep down, he is kind.

The Wizard: Dire Crowley

There's always those schools that cast staff as older characters, and I can definitely see NRC pulling this move. I tried so hard to think of a student who could fit this role, but no one can play THe Wizard like Crowley. For one, this fits well with the theory that he's secretly Malleus's father, which makes me laugh. Besides that though, this fits well with other theories that Crowley is secretly behind the overblots like how The Wizard is behind the animal's being mistreated. He's also very eccentric like The Wizard, and he'd absolutely kill when using the floating head The Wizard uses.

Madame Morrible: Mozus Trein

Again, very similar vibe to Crowley playing The Wizard. I think he'd fit that older, more experienced teacher who very obviously has favorites. He's kind and takes care of his students, but he's selective about who he shows this side to. I can see him developing a sweet relationship with Malleus before the big reveal, and I can also see him working with Crowley behind everyone's back. I also think that, out of everyone, he'd be a decent manipulator, especially for someone like Cater.

Doctor Dillamond: Lilia Vanrouge

I almost went with someone else, but I just cound't stop thinking about this. In-game, Lilia is the one to take Malleus in and give him a home. In Wicked, Dillamond is the first person to show Elphaba genuine kindness. Lilia is the oldest of the students, and he's very wise and knowledgable, so him as a history teacher works well. I could also see him playing up the emotional aspect when Dillamond gets taken away. I also think Lilia would enjoy getting into costume for Dillamond, but that's not very important to the character.

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Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 23: Established Relationship

Digital | @ididitallofitforyou Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,063 Main Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Kissing Summary: Cas and Jack tell Dean about their day at the farmers market. Flirty texting, family dinners, and movie nights included.

Anchor in Storm | @tami-ryver Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,086 Main Tags/Warnings: Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel Takes Care of Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Takes Care of Castiel, Angry Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Has Self-Worth Issues, Angst, Angst and Feels Summary: Dean knows as it has been the subject of more then enough of their fights. Of course, Cas doesn't see it that way. He always says that he needs to know and that it's for a good cause, which in Dean' mind is a load of bullshit. But, he can't tell Cas that, as it will fire him even more and most fights if not all, end up with a lot of angry sex.

That Takes Me Back | @blessyourhondahurley Rating: General Word Count: 1,170 Main Tags/Warnings: alternate universe, domestic fluff, high school, established relationship Summary: Dean and Cas reminisce about how it all began...

Restless | @blessyourhondahurley Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,748 Main Tags/Warnings: Wedding fluff Summary: After a (mostly) sleepless night, Dean wakes to a very special, and very busy, day.

this is the only thing i've ever had any faith it | @watchinghimrakeleaves Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,760 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Marriage Proposal, Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Dean Winchester is Jack Kline's Parent, Human Castiel, Supportive Sam Winchester, Retired Hunter Dean Winchester Summary: The world is safe, Dean and Cas own a bar on the beach, and Dean is ready to ask Cas for something he could have never imagined he was allowed to have.

Sturdy | @shishquahcustardtree Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,065 Main Tags/Warnings: Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, top!Castiel, bottom!Dean, post 15x18, fluff and smut, canon divergent, no 15x20, post Castiel Empty rescue Summary: It’s been four weeks since Castiel was rescued from The Empty. Four weeks of a confession of Deans own, soft kisses, and indecent public exposure (and a very tired Sam). The Dean-Cave needs a new couch. Dean wants Castiel to go with him. Sam wants to not have to bail them out of the local police station again. Dean wants to keep the real reason for the new couch a secret until the very end.

Making Pie | @ididitallofitforyou Rating: General Word Count: 5,018 Main Tags/Warnings: Adoption, Family, Meet Cute, Established Relationship Summary: Cas and Dean have been waiting to adopt for years. Claire, Emma, and Jack just lost their parents in a car accident. Are Cas and Dean ready to go from zero to three kids all at once?

Under Lock and Key | @teeparadigm67 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10,215 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Handcuffs, Enochian Handcuffs, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff and Smut, Oral Sex, Light Bondage, Sex in the Men of Letters Bunker, Poor Sam Winchester he's seen too much, Porn with Feelings Summary: He thought he was a damn genius when the inspiration struck him, noticing the glint of metal while rearranging Babys�� weapon’s arsenal. But now, with every step he took walking from the garage, the doubt started to seep in. The sex was a fairly new dynamic to their relationship but now Dean had gotten a taste, he was hooked. There was however just one tiny little problem, Castiel’s grace surges. It did wonders for his ego, knowing that every time they had sex Cas’s grace would become so powerful that it would blow the bunkers' power. But after one too many “electrical mishaps,” his angelic boyfriend had taken a vow of chastity, not wanting to risk damage to the bunker's electrics or anywhere else for that matter. It's not that Cas wasn’t offering Dean enjoyment, but it’s just so much better when there are two at play. He needed to try something, anything to get Cas out of that damn trench coat and into his bed again, and hopefully, the Enochian handcuffs that sat heavily in his back pocket might be the solution to all their problems. (That's if Cas would be on board with the idea.)

What I Put You Through | @macy2me Rating: Mature Word Count: 17,921 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Getting divorced, Sad boys don't use their words right, Secrets, Kidnapping, Angst, Lots of Angst, All aboard the train of angst, Destination: Happy ending, Getting Back Together, Jack is in trouble, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Anal Sex, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Hurt/Comfort, I promise there is a happy ending Summary: “Jack’s missing,” his almost ex-husband speaks the words no parent ever wants to hear. This is a story about two men that have fallen out of love but must come together to get their only child back.

Good Times, Bad Times, Past Times | @lazarus-rose Rating: Explicit Word Count: 25,313 Main Tags/Warnings: Time travel, human Castiel, post canon, canon-typical violence, married Castiel/Dean Summary: With his demon deal almost due, Dean didn't foresee much of a future for himself — until he is faced with a version of him from 2023. This apparent future is accompanied by Sam and another man who seems very close to Dean's future self and claims to be a fallen angel. Dean thought he and Cas had finally gotten their happy ending after defeating Chuck and semi-retiring from hunting. But, after Jack informs them of a rogue angel who has gone back in time to kill Dean before he ever went to Hell, the two of them agree to join Sam for one last hunt.

Til Apocalypse Do Us Part | @avonlady42 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 34,920 Main Tags/Warnings: established relationship, married, top castiel/bottom Dean Winchester, switching, fluff and smut, anal sex, supernatural elements, dean winchester wears panties Summary: Dean thought he had the perfect life. He married his high school sweetheart, Castiel, and they lived the apple pie life with the white picket fence. It all goes horribly wrong one day when he wakes up and his husband is suddenly missing. He searches for him and files a missing persons report, but he is nowhere to be found. The apple pie life he thought he had disappeared when his brother and mother let him in on the secret that monsters and angels and demons are real and they hunt them in order to keep the world safe. They think Castiel’s disappearance is somehow connected and Dean agrees to join them if it will bring his husband home. What Dean doesn’t know is there is more to the story than anyone is telling him and it’s up to him to try to figure it out.

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Okay but what ur interpretation is on how nam gyu's life n personality was before joining the games ykyk cuz the show barely revealed anything about him, his background, family, etc

oooo that's such a good question!!! i've thought about it a million times, i feel like it would've been so cool to see a lil bit more of each character's lives before the games.

i feel like nam-gyu’s life before the games was pretty shitty. i mean, if it weren’t, he wouldn’t have joined them. he mentioned working at club pentagon as a promoter, but i don’t think he held any real position of power.

sure, he probably had some connections—otherwise, he wouldn’t have come into contact with thanos—but i doubt anyone at the club actually respected him. at some point, he just became the club promoter, the guy who’s always been there. but still, nobody really took him seriously.

how’d he even end up at club pentagon though?

honestly, i don’t think his childhood was that bad. probably came from a pretty average middle-class family—one that wasn’t overly affectionate, but nothing too rough either.

he’s the youngest, with one or two older brothers. definitely no sisters; he doesn’t know shit about women. his brothers were probably a lot older, too—like, the oldest had a two-year gap with the middle, but nam-gyu was born at least six years after them. to him, they were the coolest people ever, even if they mostly ignored him. still, he followed them everywhere, copying everything they did. absolutely the reason he started smoking as a teenager.

this is an incredibly niche headcanon, but hear me out. when they were kids, his older brothers were obsessed with some random color—red, blue, whatever. nam-gyu, desperate to impress them, decided that would be his favorite color too. when he told them, they probably didn’t give a single fuck, just shrugged him off. but to this day, that random color is still his “favorite” color.

all of this is just to say that while i don’t think he sees thanos as a brother, his relationship with his older siblings as a kid definitely translates into how he treats thanos—and how he allows thanos to treat him.

i don’t think nam-gyu was a bad student. he was probably pretty smart, just only did well in the subjects that actually interested him. overall, though, he didn’t do too bad. he was never the “good kid,” but since he was quiet and reserved, teachers would always sit him next to the rowdy kid in class, hoping he’d "calm them down". he hated it, but he definitely picked up a few behaviors from them.

his teenage years are when things started going downhill. he probably had a group of friends, but most of them weren’t good friends. he was always the one standing behind someone louder, more popular—easily overlooked. the people who did notice him didn’t really like him. he was probably a little rude, and his attempts at seeming “mysterious” just made him come off as kind of an asshole. he was also probably the butt of the joke in his friend group sometimes. the guy they’d always ask for his homework.

around the same time, things at home started getting rough. his oldest brother probably got into some shady business—maybe dealing drugs or gambling—but whatever it was, it had their parents worried sick. the middle brother was likely involved in some of it too, which meant constant arguments at home. nam-gyu, not wanting to deal with it, started spending more and more time outside. that’s when he picked up smoking, just like he’d seen his brothers do.

during this time, his father’s health started declining—badly. nam-gyu had probably been considering college after high school. it’s definetely what his parents wanted, what his brothers had done before him. i feel like he’d be into public relations or marketing—something business-adjacent, but not straight-up economics.

that was until the summer after high school. he started partying more, hitting clubs and casinos with his friends, harmless fun, at first. somewhere along the way, he met a friend of a friend—a club promoter who seemed to have it all figured out. this guy had money, girls, everything 18-year-old nam-gyu envied. they hung out for a while, and eventually, the guy offered nam-gyu to work with him as a club promoter.

by then, nam-gyu knew his father wouldn’t be able to keep his job much longer. his oldest brother was still paying some of his debt, the middle one had enlisted in the military out of pure indecisiveness, and their finances were at an all-time low.

maybe working at a club wouldn’t be such a bad idea, huh? he’d make some money, have fun, meet people. he’d go to college later, he just needed to work there for a while, right?

loud incorrect buzzer.

once he got into the club scene, there was no going back. at first, it was fine—organizing events, making connections, all that. but eventually, he got caught up in illegal shit.

it’s not like he wanted to. but it’s also not like he didn’t want to. all kinds of people came to clubs, and he realized that the less legal it was, the more people showed up—and the more money he made.

he got really, really into drugs. any drug. after all, he was easy to convince. they were fun, they helped him socialize better.

but no matter how messed up he got, he was always meticulous when planning events. he knew exactly who to invite, how to promote them, and to who. successful events were great. but unsuccessful ones were dangerous. turns out, a guy can lose a lot of money from a failed event. he learned that the hard way.

at some point, every night became a blur—getting disrespected by the club pentagon staff, getting into it with a bouncer, a particularly bad drug trip, some girl flirting with him only for him to realize she was a prostitute.

it felt like all the money he made was slipping through his fingers just as fast. and with his father’s death, nam-gyu was running out of options.

then, one night, high out of his mind at some random “friend’s” house, he found MG Coin. he was just scrolling through youtube, trying to find some old vine he was referencing to his friends when a video popped up.

“how to get rich in just one week.”

and boy oh boy, what a great idea. in his hazed state, it felt like salvation had just fallen into his lap. so, he clicked on it. some nerd on the screen told him to buy a random crypto coin, and of course, he did. how could he not?

the next morning, when he finally processed what he’d done, he checked—and holy shit, it was working. the value was going up. so naturally, he binge-watched every video that guy had ever made and dumped every last penny into Dalmatian, just like his beloved crypto guru told him to.

if he had any doubts, whatever drug was running through his veins at the time numbed them out.

but luck only lasts so long. and we all know what happens next.

i got too carried away with this. english isn't my first language so hopefully there are no mistakes. hopefully this wasn't ooc lmao.

thank you so much for sending ur asks btw! ive been seeing them all, and while i'm not sure i'll be able to write all of them, i'll sure try, they're all great :)

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[tea-coffee17]

I've had this sitting in my drafts for a while. I also changed this character's name recently because I thought it fit her better. This is also a NortAlice kid oc. I unfortunately don't have any art of her because I can't draw LOL

So, her name is Marisol Campbell, daughter of Norton and Alice. In terms of looks and personality she is pretty similar to her father, but she does have her mother's freckles. Like Norton, she is fairly tall and above average, she also has pretty long and dark hair that she usually keeps tied back into a bun. As an adult, she has bags under her eyes due to working nights and not getting enough sleep during the day. The reason behind that is mainly because she wants to spend time with her parents, and her job can be demanding at times. Alice always emphasizes that she needs sleep, but Mari just tells her she's fine lmao

She had a pretty good childhood. Mari was the type of kid who preferred reading over playing, she would play with other kids sometimes, but it's usually the family friend's kid or one or two classmates in her in her class. For the most part, though, she was pretty quiet with a deadpanned expression, she just liked observing more than interacting, but she does enjoy mind challenging games that get the gears in her brain turning! She also enjoys horseback-riding, her neighbor lets her ride some of the older horses.

In her teen years, she's pretty much the same except her interest in mechanics and aircrafts grew, but she does have a little bit of a temper during this stage. She's prone to getting snappy when someone she doesn't like tries to be friends with her or if someone is just purposefully aggravating her, so she's gotten into a few scuffles (Poor Alice having to talk to her teachers and principals lmfao), but Mari does remain unbothered about most things, it's until it reaches a point LOL. Alice just standing there with her hands on her hips while Mari is slumped in her seat. Norton would snort only to get a side-glance from Alice.

Once she turned 18, Mari went to school to get her A&P license, which is needed to become an aircraft mechanic. During this time, she worked as an ASM (Aircraft Support Mechanic) for Pan America airline. She also decided to go for a piloting license as well. After school, she finally became an AMT (Aircraft Maintenance Technician) and is finally able to work on aircrafts without supervision. Through the few years she went from mechanic to lead mechanic to being an aircraft inspector to lead aircraft inspector.

What she does is inspect the mechanics work after repairs, sometimes give advice on how to fix things if she decides it needs to be reworked or sometimes just inspect aircrafts that need to be looked over. She's pretty nice about giving advice to mechanics or new inspectors, while she is monotone, some of them can tell she is kind, just not a pushover. She often does butt heads with older inspectors and mechanics, she does understand that the ones who have been in the field longer have more knowledge, but she also knows that old advice can become outdated as the airline industry progresses with technology and she isn't afraid to handle those arguments. She has shined her flashlight in her coworker's face when she has won the argument, but they won't let it go (Inspector flashlights are BRIGHT as hell...)

Since, she works nights, she drinks a lot of coffee. She does drink water, but mostly coffee. She is literally running off of two hours of sleep, coffee, and the will to spite God. Mechanics describe her as someone who be salted caramel, sweet but salty. Her manager offered to move her to day shift and she was like: "Hell no, now go away I'm busy."

At home, she owns two horses and a dog. She'll spend her nights off catching up on sleep or trail riding and hiding from her neighbor down the road because she wants alone time. She made the mistake once of opening the door when they knocked, and she immediately closed it. She does not want to talk about the weather or gossip LMAO.

She had met Orpheus before as an adult, quite the encounter that was for her 😭

Extra's:

She likes: Coffee, horses, and aircrafts

She dislikes: Crowded areas, unexpected visitors, and aircraft fuel (smells terrible)

Notable appearance: Has a scar from her jaw to her nose bridge due to a work-related accident. She also has some grey hair strands despite being in her 20's

Habits: Taps her pen or finger a lot. Slow means she's bored, moderate means she's focusing, and fast means something got her anxious.

[aoinene-ceo]

Vampire AU !!

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੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ Akane Aoi 🦢⋆｡𖦹꒷꒦

Aoi was turned sometime around the Meiji period, just before her sixteenth birthday. She came from a rather traditionalist family, which held steadfast to strict gender roles and old-fashioned ideals despite the world changing around them. (I can't give the rest of her backstory away, or else it'd spoil) For reasons unknown as of now, she's stranded in the forest by herself. She's jumpy, afraid, and most of all, hungry. It's difficult to hunt by yourself, after all. She's beginning to regret that decision she made about a hundred years ago. She can't remember the exact number of years at this point.

੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ Yashiro Nene 🦢⋆｡𖦹꒷꒦

Nene attends Kamome Academy, an elite boarding school where she has been unable to make any friends her age. She has a sort of complex about being worthy of going there in the first place. Her upperclassman and roommate, Minami, often lets Nene hang out with her and her friend (girlfriend?) Himari, since she wants to inspire Nene to open up and make friends. Nene ends up getting lost in the forest that lies behind the school gates with a broken flashlight and dead phone. All she can do now is hope that the supposed monster that lies at the heart of the forest doesn't consume her.

੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ Aoi Akane 🦢⋆｡𖦹꒷꒦

Akane is from the meiji period as well, though he rose from the dead in an entirely different way. (I can't say what he is because it would spoil it too, but dw terukane is coming in 1 sec) He's constantly harassed by an exorcist named Teru, who plans to eliminate him. Akane struggles to remember how he died, so he's unable to recall his unfinished business/reason for being resurrected. Teru begrudgingly decides to help him figure out how he died, just so he can get rid of him. No other reason.

Mitsukou is a part of this universe, too !! Kou is still an exorcist who wishes to follow in Teru's footsteps. But, instead, Sousuke is a vampire sired by Tsukasa, who has lost all recollection of his past. Kou isn't quite sure what to do about a vampire ... but he seems harmless, so maybe all he needs is a friend?

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I know I might've been a bit vague, but I actually have some writing drabbles/oneshots. Maybe a series planned for this? So far, I mostly have the aoinene storyline planned out, but if things go well, I'll write the terukane and mitsukou ones as well !! I've just been making a bunch of aus to try and nail the characters down since it's a good way for me to try and define their traits.

Tysm if you read all of this !! (㇏( ^ᵥᵥ^ )ノ)

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[alyxmakesthings]

"Over The City" info post!

Guess what has a name finally! So this post is an intro to not only the 'reader' character I've made for my fic I'm currently working on. But also just a quick look at what it will contain since there does need to be a content warning should you choose to read. This post won't spoil too much and I was inspired by @stellaspectral's post for her story "Sun Killer", which I love!

Link to the post for chapter one!

https://www.tumblr.com/alyxmakesthings/779284482131918848/over-the-city?source=share

The plot revolves around the reader insert character Seraphina Daniels, a cisgender bisexual female, and it will touch on her family and backstory as the story goes. While I will not get into the details of what happened to her, here or in the fic during her last 2 years of High School, there will be a reference to past non-con/assault as well as the lose of a family member.

Now that I have my biggest content warning out of the way! Sera starts the story trying to gather as much info as she can on her, kinda but not really BF, that she is only dating to try and get him busted. How ever as she learns that he has crazy connections the plan starts to look nebulous. That is until she realizes there is a certain team of vigilantes also investigating him after they accidentally keep her from getting caught allowing her to get away with the data she stole. So Sera then makes it her mission to find the mutants that got her out of that sticky spot in order to get them the info she had been keeping in order to avoid giving it to the wrong person. [She knows who the Turtles are, kinda, due to the fact that her family moved to NYC shortly before The Krang attack. BAD TIMING!]

Now this will be Reader X Raph but it is gonna be a slow burn because I love a good slow burn! [Imagine two dum-dums who like each other, but they are dum-dums. You're Honor you don't understand these are my emotional support idiots.] Now these two aren't the only ships and as of right now I mostly have Capril and Leoichi and the side ships but I know I will include Warren and Hypno because I love Rys Darby so... Hypno my beloved! That being said there will be some explicit content in later chapters and I will be using the 'afreakingdork' method of marking the title of the chapter with an *.

Now I will be playing a game with the chapter titles since I listen to music for inspo like all the time and the chapter titles will be lyrics from the song that inspired it in the original language. In the author note before each chapter I will provide full lyric, if I cut it down which some are, and a translation if the title isn't in English. I guess I wanna see if anyone recognizes the songs I use as a little extra thing people can engage in.

Now I will get into a few more spoilers, mostly about Sera. So her family originally was her and her brother Kellan with their parents Tormond and Marion Daniels. [Marion's maiden name is Valentin] Her mother's side of the family is pretty fucking big and Valentin Holdings is a fucking giant company so Marion's family doesn't look to favorably on Tormond. Despite everything the 4 of them all got along fairly well when the kids were younger since they moved around alot before settling in NYC due to Tormond's business being established here. [The Daniels Corporation, a medical technology company] However, Sera's brother dies before the start of the story due to a super weird illness, that I am still working through the science on, which leads to the state of the family during the start of the story.

Sera does deal with being neurodivergent with her autism and ADHD which isn't helped by the fact that she has CPTSD and mostly self soothes because she never shared anything that happened to her with her parents. She only ever told her brother and he is gone now. [Kellan was 2 years older than her when he died]

Sera lives in a residential building in Manhattan that her dad slowly bought up in order to bring the best of the graduating medical students and engineers from all over the country by giving them housing. [He is technically building a safe building to keep his family safe since he is having a bad time with his oldest being sick.] Eventually he bought the whole building and everyone that lives and works there are technically his employees.

Now I do have a funny link between Sera and Kendra because they dated in the past and had a bad break up! Kendra will show up in the story pretty early on so I'm very very excited for that chapter(s). [I am slowly warming up to her the more I think about her chapter] Sera love taking photos and sketching but has a lot of art supplies due to her being rather introverted. [I have so much paint and other supplies it's nuts so...]

Well now that I have a perspective pinned down I can really start writing, since I'm like 35 chapters into my outline. I can't wait!

[miserywrittes]

「 ✦ Popular Keith, Loser Lance ✦ 」

Note for chapter 1: 3.2K words.  this is going to be my first ever fanfic im posting!! Uh so please be patient with me since this is going to be chapters, and don't be too critical of my writing. I've been writing for a while, but I've never done fanfiction before lol. Anyways I hope you enjoy it!! . This is also mostly in keiths pov ig? Im not really sure but i wrote it more from his perspective. 

Chapter 1: Underneath the Tree

Like most days Keith was finishing his soccer practice after school. It was around 7:30 pm, and the sun was slowly starting to set around this time. However, today was different though. This was his last first practice as a high schooler. Keith started walking off the field and grabbed his bag, so he could head out. He sighed heavily thinking back about all his time he spent after school on the field. It was like his second home, second family. His chest felt tightening just thinking about leaving the place he called home for four years. Promoted to captain of the team he felt this great responsibility on his shoulders. He wouldn't trade it for the world though. He was happy to finally be recognized for his hard work over the years. Being told he of course was a little nervous. That's a ton of pressure, but for the most part he was extremely excited.  He swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and let out a small huff of air due to it being heavier than normal with all his gear inside. He looked around one last time soaking it all up. “This really is my last first practice.”, he whispered ever so quietly to himself. The grass is still shining after being trampled on by the players after a few hours. The wind was warm, but cool at the same time. It truly was a perfect summer night…

Keith shook his head a little and cleared his throat to get out of his head. He couldn't continue to reminisce like that he had things to do. He let out one more sigh and then started walking off the field. Keith did hurry his steps today like usual. He took his time, observed the people, plants and the atmosphere. People were either walking along the paths of the campus like, or still doing their club activities, mingling with their friends along the way. The graden club taking care of their vibrant plants. It seemed like they had a good harvest this year. The computer club was also outside for the first day, surprising but not at the same time they just worked on their computers outside but close to the building for the wifi. They were even enjoying the beautiful weather. To Keith it almost felt like he was in a movie with how angelic everything looked.

He started to steadily  approach his normal hangout spot after practice. It was a large tree near the campus in their courtyard. Keith for the past four years always did his homework, projects, just to think, or even just cooling off after practice. It was pretty much his comfort place. Surprisingly the courtyard was almost never busy no matter the time of the year. Most students just stayed inside to do their homework, or they already went home. It was nice since he could have his little own haven of peace and quiet. Nobody ever sat at the huge tree either, so he made it his spot. Indirectly of course. He wouldnt ever kick someone out if they decided to sit there. He gets it, it's a fire spot in his opinon.  That's why he was so surprised to see another person standing there. It almost looked like the person was waiting for someone to come by with how they were standing. He squinted his purple eyes to see if he could figure out who was over there. Bright blue converse shoes, light blue jeans that had some wear to them, tan skin… white and blue shirt… he let out a massive sigh. Keith didn't even have to continue to look all the way up their figure to see who it was. Only one other person he knew dressed like that. Lance McClain. His so-called “academic rival”, well at least as lance puts it. He didnt really see the cuban boy as competition. 

His short brown hair flowing in the wind, tan skin kissed by the sun and dark brown eyes shining like they always are. Keith scoffed at his thoughts. ‘God I thought i got over that’, He thinks to himself as he rolls his eyes. Already annoyed at his own brain for thinking that way, so he was going into this conversation a little agitated. Anytime he sees Lance, and has to talk to him he feels a little irritated. It's just how he feels, almost like it's ingrained in him. He stops stalling and heads over to the tree. His footsteps are quiet, but not quiet enough for Lance to not notice. Lance immediately whips his head over to the sound to see who was coming over.

Lance's lips curve up into a small smirk as soon as he sees Keith. Keith did his best to keep his eyes down and just to sit down. Without fail though lance catches him before he could even sit down. Keith narrows his eyes a little up at lance. Keith takes note of how lance is still growing even after all this time, and that he himself  has pretty much reached his final height. Just the thought of that made him want to roll his eyes but he refrained. Lance then opens his mouth to speak, “Just the man I was waiting for!” He says cheerily as he gives little finger guns to Keith. Keith keeps his eyes on him even though the urge to roll them was extremely strong. “I don't have time for this Lance. I got some stuff I need to take care of and I wanna relax after my practice.” He started in his normal voice, which was monotone but a little bit of a deep rumble to it since lance was ‘annoying’ him. 

Lance's smirk doesn't falter though. He has dealt with Keith and his attitude for four years now. Lance has grown pretty used to it, and how Keith basically always gives in the second time he says something to him. He has learned the ins and outs of the boy genius. “Oh come one man! I'm just here to ask ya something. I promise it won't take long.” He states in his smooth charming voice that he naturally has. Keith sighs, “Fine, but it better actually be quick this time.” He says as he remembers all the other times Lance has come to him asking a ‘question’ and it always leads to them either fighting, tussling, something petty or getting dragged into something he never wanted to do/or hear about. Keith swears Lance gets underneath his skin on purpose for his own amusement.  Lance puts his hand up in defense and keeps the smirk on his face.

“Ok ok I promise to actually be quick about it this time. It's just about what college you got into. Allura wouldn't give me your phone number so I couldn't ask over the summer.”, He says in a happy tone. Keith silently thanks Allura in his head for not giving his number to Lance. He didn't know if he could handle that boy bothering him all summer. He can just imagine all the late night texts of stupid questions, or even the late night shenanigans he probably gets into. Keith looks back over at him and rolls his eyes. “I got into my top pick, Voltron University, full ride scholarship for playing soccer.”, He says matter of factly, but not in a cocky tone where he is bragging. He was just stating simply where he is going and how. Lance's eyebrows shoot up a little bit. He doesn't respond right away.

Keith raises an eyebrow back not sure why that would make lance speechless. Everyone knows that Keith's first pick was VU, that should include him. ‘Why does he seem so surprised?’, Keith asks himself. Lance then clears his throat. That snapped Keith right out of his thoughts. “Well looks like we will be attending the same college.”, He says sort of softly. Almost out of character for him. ‘Was he nervous?’, Keith thought to himself as he takes in Lance’s anxious behavior. Lance was picking at the skin on his thumb with his left finger, making a small noise from friction of the skin. You’d think only Lance himself could hear it since he's the one doing it, but Keith somehow heard it. Even if it's just a split second of it. Keith always noticed whenever he did that. He moves his eyes quickly back up to Lance’s. 

“I guess we will be then…”, Keith says as he looks away from lance and to somewhere off in the distance. No where in particular. He wasn't sure what else to say. Yeah they have their fighting moments, they bickered a lot because they somehow always got paired in group projects, and that they almost had every single class together since the first day of freshman year. Most people saw it as a weird odd coincidence that they got paired up so often, and took the same classes despite them bickering all the time. Keith doesn't know really how Lance feels about the situation, but one thing he for sure knows is that deep down that he himself is grateful. Yeah there were times he had to go to his friend Allura or his brother Shiro due to the amount of anger that lance caused. Not just from the fighting, but just Lance being… well you know, Lance! Throughout these past years Keith has had a lot of feelings about lance, and still to this day is conflicted about their, uh, “friendship”, if you could even call it that.

Keith sees Lance out of his peripheral vision, and he is just staring right at him. Not looking away for even a moment. Keith looks back over to the tan boy. He subconsciously tilts his head just a tiny bit to the side in confusion. Lance immediately shakes out of whatever trance he was in and talks once more, “What no snarky comment about me copying you, or a glare and a scoff, or even a side eye?” His voice came out a little more sassy than he probably wanted to. Whenever he did that it just irked Keith like no other. That sassy tone never failed to make him grit his teeth in annoyance. 

“Oh so I just can’t be calm and collected ever? Only you can right?”, Keith says back quickly with a sassy tone of his own. This is how their bickering always starts. Lance says something, not always entirely rude, but it can be sometimes. Its usual tone or an actual action he does is what sets Keith off. Lance, no better than Keith, gets set off right back. Then it's never ending until one of them walks away in frustration. Sometimes neither of them walk away. There have been plenty of fists thrown throughout the years. They don't really ever get that far though someone always sees. Whether it be Pidge, Hunk, Allura, a teacher or even the vice principal. 

That incident with the vice principal did make them agree together on one thing though. That if they ever felt they needed to fist fight one would say something, and they would go off campus and fight. That talk with the VP was more than embarrassing for them last year, especially since it was in front of multiple people in the hallway. Keith remembers it more embarrassing for Lance than himself. He was the one to bring up that agreement. Keith was always curious to as why Lance was so embarrassed, but he never pressed. They weren't that close of friends anyways, so why would he even need to know. Nor did he ever really want to think about why it bothered Lance so much. He had a strange feeling it would just turn into another argument.

Lance laughs boisterously at Keith's small scowl and furrowed eyebrows. “Man is it so easy to get you going. It never gets old.” He wipes a fake tear from his eye as he continues to laugh. Keith's mouth goes agape for a moment in disbelief. ‘Did he really just say that to set me off?!?’, keith thinks to himself as his eyebrows furrow even deeper than before. ‘He has to be kidding right’, he thinks to himself. He isn't sure why he is so surprised. That's pretty typical behavior for Lance. He pulls that stuff on Keith more often than not. It's almost as if disbelief was written on Keith's face, (it pretty much was) Lance starts laughing even harder. Actual tears coming out of his eyes now as he holds his stomach since it started hurting a little from all the laughing. Keith scoffs hard and rolls his eyes. “You know what yeah laugh it up loser Lance”, Keith says sort of as a joke. 

Lance has taken his fair share of bullying, name calling, getting pushed, money stolen from, the usual, since the beginning of his school career. A little bit of name calling doesn't affect him like it used to. When it comes from Keith he always smirks and looks right into the purple eyes right across from him. Keith always notices that. It does get on his nerves a little bit that he can never start a fight with Lance first. Not that he even really ever even wants to fight with him.  If Lance was ever the winner of anything it was starting a fight with Keith. That's just one thing Keith could never do. Anything Keith has ever done Lance has handled it with grace. In a way Keith admires that trait and wishes he wasn't always so hot headed, but god something about that boy just gets under his skin and throws out all reason. Lance knows that fact very well and he uses it to his advantage. 

“Ooo you’re throwing out names again, niiceee~”, Lance says ever so smoothly, a smirk still plastered on his face. Keith was about to make another retort, but Lance spoke again before he could. “Anyways that's all I really wanted to share, and I wanted to congratulate you on getting in. I knew you would.”, Lance says as the smirk fades and turns into a genuine smile. Keith’s anger is automatically put to a halt as he hears those words come out of the other boy's mouth. In a way his own world stopped and time paused for Keith. Those feelings from freshman year come right back up once again… ‘well have they really ever left?’, Keith asks himself, but immediately shakes off that question he gave himself. Of course they went away. What was he talking about? He puts his focus back on Lance who is still in front of him. “Thanks, Lance. Congrats to you too. I never asked what are you planning on going to college for?”, he asks in his calm soothing voice. The voice that sends shivers up Lance’s spine.

Lance keeps his bright smile on his face. “Im going for marine biology”, He says as he crosses his arms across his chest and puts on a proud face. Keith almost lets out a small chuckle cuz of how ridiculous he looks hitting that pose. Keith instead lets out a small, but noticeable smile. “Thats pretty cool. I wouldn't have guessed that, but I think it suits you fairly well”, Keith's voice being ever so smooth. The tone of happiness in there just made Lance’s smile grow a bit wider. Lance nods, still hitting that proud stance. “I know that's why I chose it”, fake arrogance rolling off the boy's tongue. Keith’s smile falters for a second, and he just ends up sighing. “Great, really glad my compliment was taken so nicely”, he spews with pure sarcasm, eyes rolling. He wasn't really that annoyed by his comment. Keith just had to give a retort since he wasn't able to just a moment ago. 

Lance snickers a little with amusement and puts a hand on Keith's shoulder. Keith’s eyes going straight to lances as soon as he does that. However, when he looks up at the guy there is nothing but a pure genuine smile on his face. Keith calms down quickly. “No but for real, thank you. That was nice to hear. Other people haven't been so kind about it, so yeah… thanks”, Lance’s voice gets quieter as he goes on. The smile slowly fading, but Keith noticed it never fully faded. That was another thing he admired about the boy in front of him. Keith paused once again, but not for long and nodded. “Yeah of course”, he says quietly also. Almost as if he spoke any louder the moment between them would snap into two. Lance gives him a small nod back pats his shoulder, “Cant wait to hear what youre gonna major in… mr mullet”. He says back to Keith, and his normal smug voice returns.  He then starts to walk away. He looks at Keith one more time, smirks, and then for real walks away without looking back. Keith couldn't even get a response in there once again since Lance walked away as he was speaking. 

Keith shakes his head, a small smile being put right back onto his face. He watches lance for about 30 seconds as he walks away. His figure is getting smaller and smaller as his long legs carry him away quickly.

Keith sighs heavily, sets his duffel bag down, and sits down on the soft grass. He leans against the big tree. His hair flowing in the wind, pale skin shining in the slow setting sun, and soft murmuring from other students in the courtyard filling his ears. Slowly he started to relax his muscles, all that tension finally leaving his body. He takes in his surroundings, people watching, his mind at peace. Keith always watched others. Not for any reason in particular other than he didn't have to think. It was a way to give his brain a rest, to reset if you will. After five minutes he changes his sitting position to cross his legs, and digs into his duffel bag for his homework. His math teacher already assigned homework on the first day, god he hated that teacher so much. She used to be the middle school math teacher, and then she got promoted. Not only did he have to deal with her berating in middle school, but now also his last year of school. They never have got along.

He aggressively, without realizing it, takes out the homework from his duffel bag. He likes to keep his soccer gear and school work separate bags usually but this time he didn't feel like carrying two bags home.  He also takes out his pencil,  phone, and headphones so he can get his work done. He always felt that he worked better when he was listening to music. He had all different kinds of playlist for when he was doing homework depending on what subject or how he was feeling. One for every occasion. He connects the headphones, and then puts them on his head, fixing his hair while he is at it. He pulls it back so it's half up, half down. Keith puts on his normal math hw playlist, and then he gets started on it.

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[sehodreams]

Hey guys, sorry for not having posted lately, suddenly been busy, I've had this one in my drafts for a long time, it's a bit different from the usual stuff but i still hope you like it.

S: You never expected to be friends with the star of the basketball team, and even less to become whatever you were at that moment, so when the little fantasy you were living on was destroyed by your little star, you couldn't just watch without doing nothing, but first, a taste wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

TW and tags: MDNI, smut, a bit dubcon since Sungchan is kinda drunk (he started), p in v, no condom, oral sex (f and m receiving), squirting, fingering, abs riding, bruises, switch!dumb!popular!Sungchan (mostly sub) x rich!smart!plussize!reader

WC: +5.6k

Little star

You expected your last year to be just like the others, successful and boring, but you had never imagined you'd talk with him, even less become so close.

You had known him for almost two yeare already, and you had bonded after a couple of casual meetings this year, embarrassing situations that you'd have never liked anyone else to see, but with him it was okay, only he could.

Your parents were obsessed with your grades, and his with his performance on basketball, both of you knew what was like to be pressured to be the best, and before you knew it, you started to depend on each other to get all the things you wanted to let out without being judged.

A call before bed everyday, messages every hour, and that little peck on the lips after you did his homework.

Yeah, you did his homework, you heard how bad he was doing in school and how he'd get kicked out of the club if he didn't do better, so you offered your help without hesitation, and now, every time you gave him his homework perfectly done, he'd thank you with a soft kiss, a peck on the lips that would usually mean nothing for others, but for you it was special, innocent, new, like a taste of youth you never had before.

Everything was perfect, you didn't mind that your friendship or whatever you had with him was a secret, you understood none of you could risk to be seen with each other, even more you, since you had an image to protect and all the teachers trusted you to be a good kid, so if your parents ever heard about you having a male friend, they would kill you, as simply as that.

Your parents had you when they were in highschool, and even if they were fairly successful now thanks to your mother and her family, they didn't want you to follow their steps, they wanted you to be the best, even if that meant you had no friends and no childhood at all.

That used to feel suffocating, making you wish you could run away, but since you both became closer, life became easier, more tasteful, and everything was just better, almost perfect, amazing, an utterly flawless.

Well, until he ruined it.

How could he betray you like that? You heard it from others, how he was going out with that pretty trainer, small, skinny, with perfect skin and hair, disgustingly gorgeous. You tried to not believe it at first, thinking that it was just another rumor, it was common for him to be involved in such things because he was the school star, not only your beautiful, tall, and kind star, but everyone's, so there were many times people spread rumors about him to get entertained. But, to your disgrace, it was true, you ended seeing it with your own eyes, just there believing it, and suddenly the perfect world you were living on was destroyed.

How could he play with you like that? He got everything he needed from you, your intelligence, your time, your kisses, and then tossed you aside, all for nothing.

So, it was only fair that you took something from him too, right?

Of course, like in everything in your life, you'd make a plan. After thinking what could you do to hurt him like he did to you, you decided only one thing would be enough, eye for an eye, betrayal for a betrayal.

First, you had to make her break up with him, it was only natural. She did it without hesitation, you only needed a couple pictures and then she was on her knees begging. You didn't have anything against her, so you let her go.

However, if she was collateral damage, that was none of your business.

Then, you'd get a taste of him before you broke him, you admitted he was cute, so a taste wouldn't hurt anyone, right? You had to attract him, make him addicted to you, so you used your best tool, your knowledge, and used his dependency on you to get him to be alone together.

"Sorry, been busy with exams, do you mind helping with your project?" You texted him after you saw his three missed calls, desperated to know what you were doing instead of his work.

"What? The deadline is in two days and you just tell me now?" He answered. What a piece of shit, you thought. Had he always been like this?

"Sorry, I had too much on my plate, my parents won't be here tomorrow, we can finish it in my house" you said, trying your best to not tell him to fuck off.

"Okay" He accepted because he had no option, he had to get a good grade or his position in the team would be in danger, so the next day he was in front of your door, with his pretty face showing a frown.

You opened the door and his eyes instantly started to inspect the place, you had never said how well your parents did, so he felt a bit ashamed to appear there with his cheap shoes and his old uniform.

You never cared about him being in a situation different than yous, he was still your little star, high and untouchable, until he decided to break the dream apart and you started to notice how pathetic he truly was.

Still cute enough though.

It seemed you were just like your mother, both smart women falling for pathetic man.

You made him follow you to the kitchen, there you had a table big enough to work together without problem. He sat on one side and you gave him a sheet of the things you needed from him. After a couple hours you finished the project and you realized two things: you really did a lot for him doing his homework, and he was an idiot that wouldn't get far unless he kept playing basketball.

"Would you like to eat something before you go home?" You offered with a sweet smile. He nodded eagerly, the boy was almost always hungry and you knew that, so you had asked the lady that came every morning to make his favorite dish, you just had to heat it on the pan and take all the credit.

"Sorry, I usually just cook for me so I don't know if it'll be of your liking" you said and brought him his plate, he stopped looking at his phone and only nodded, not even smiling back. "I'll go change, you can start without me" He didn't care, he continued watching his phone and you ran to your room to change your clothes for something more appealing.

You knew you weren't like his ex, you were rather bigger, with a soft tummy and voluptuous attributes, but you couldn't doubt your charm, even if the boys in your classroom said stupid shit about you sometimes, you knew how they looked at you, how they looked at your chest, or how when you walked past them and bended to pick something their eyes wouldn't leave you alone.

You decided to wear a simple tank top and flowy pants, you didn't want him to notice your advances so early to then run away before you got anything from him.

You walked down to the kitchen and sat in front of the cabinet your dad had there, full of liquors not even you had tried. He could easily watch them all, and when you caught him looking at your exposed cleavage, he looked behind you, ''your dad must like to drink'' he said, trying to distract you.

''Yeah you could say so'' you answered trying to brush it off, he's a fucking alcoholic, ''I haven't tried them, but most of them are open, would you like to have a glass?" you offered with a smile. He had never seen the bottles that appeared there, he almost never drank because it was too expensive for him and his allowance, and his dad only had cheap beer every now and then, so he had no knowledge on it, like most things, but he knew one thing, that just from the look of it, it'd be worth trying, where else would he taste a blue label or any of those bottles? He was already thinking how could he show it of to his friends later, so he accepted with a nonchalant look, as if he didn't care, and he looked lame, but you decided to pretend his cool act didn't give you an irk and poured him a glass.

One glass quickly became two, and two, three.

Before you noticed he was already red to the ears and was telling you everything that had happened days ago, how the coach was behind him all the time, telling him to get better grades or no club would scout him if he didn't graduate, and how his parents were giving him a hard time telling him to train even more to get offers or at least a scholarship.

Clearly hiding the fact that he had a girlfriend, because even drunk, he was still a son of a bitch.

You, with a hand on your chin, complety bored of his rambling, only nodded to everything that came out of his mouth and pour him more drinks.

"They don't know how hard you work Sungchan, at least not like me" you put your hand over his and gave him the most sympathetic look you could do. He, exhausted, brushed his hair with his free hand and did a strangled sound, as if he was about to cry.

"I'm tired of everyone, I'm tired of school, I'm tired of basketball, i can't even have a normal life without everyone calling me out for it" he almost teared up. His face was flushed, his lips were quivering and his eyes looked directly to yours. You were sitting besides him so you caressed his cheek, smoothly. Your faces were almost touching each other's and he closed his eyes, breathing in the aroma of your perfume and the smell of the liquor lingering around.

He talked again, letting everything out, "These days my parents have been fighting even more than normal too, I can't even take a break in my own home''

You got closer to him, looking preoccupied, "what are they fighting for?" You asked curious.

"Stupid things, you know, how will I pay college tuition if I don't get scouted, how expensive equipment is, and how they're still paying the loan they got for the private instructor" he said, not looking to your eyes. He knew you wouldn't relate to his problems, the shoes that were in your entrance were already more expensive than his whole outfit, and after that he couldn't help but notice little by little the differences between you both, your house, your phone, even the little earings you wore.

"Ow Sungchan, you can take it easy when you're with me, I'll take care of everything" You smiled next to him, you felt the air change, desire floatting, and you wanted a kiss, anything. Your pussy started to get wet even without being touched, a pain settling in your lower abdomen, as if your body knew what was about to happen,but you didn't want to be the one starting it, he had to, for the little pride you had left. His eyes were closed, trying to think the situation you both were in, feeling hot too, but not finding enough reason to start moving to you, "and if you need anything, I can just buy it for you, my little star" you finished, and that was everything you had to say.

He doesn't know when, but when he opened his eyes he was already grabing the back of your neck, moving you even closer to him, "really?" He asked over your lips, and when you nodded with a smile, he kissed you, believing the purity of your offer. The kiss had a need you couldn't take, his mouth was locked on yours and he mantained you there, still, to kiss you as much as he wanted. His lips were bitter, like the drink he had been drinking, and yours had a mild sweet flavor because of your lip balm, making a delicious combination for him.

His tongue didn't took to much time to appear and he gave you a kiss you could've never imagined, wet, deep, trusting his tongue into your mouth like a man trying to find gold, making you moan into it, so different from the old pecks on the lips he used to gave you.

"Wait-" you couldn't breath and tried to push him away, even if you wanted, you had no experience so it was too much for you to take.

"Please" he begged to the air. You looked at his frowned eyebrows and his teary eyes, how could you say no to that pretty face? Your little star, you knew how much he needed you in that moment just from the way his lips tried to find you again and again.

He, on the other hand, didn't know what was happening to him. Maybe he thought you looked good because he had been dumped not long ago and he and his high sex drive were suffering, or because you offered to take care of him, which no one had done before, or, maybe, because of how drunk he was, option that he preferred over the others to save his ego, but what mattered was that he thought you looked nice in that moment, and he wanted to kiss you again, so he did, grabbing you with force to get closer, and you, as much as you didn't mean to, accepted equally eagerly his kiss.

You had to do something, he was the one making all the movements and even if you wanted him to start, you had to control the situation, so you tried to do something you had never before and, when he exhaled over your mouth after almost a minute of not breathing, you pushed your tongue inside his mouth too, and he, like a thirsty dog, showed you his tongue to do anything you wanted, and you, like an instinct, decided to suck it, feeling his arm muscles with your hands, pushing him back a little, just enough to not be crushed by him and his big frame. He, however, stood up, moaning into the wet kiss, and then lift you to make you sit over the table, rutting his hips against you when his cock found your clothed cunt.

"Slow down" you laughed between kisses. "My parents won't come back, we have all night, and I think you deserve to take a break" you whispered and gave him a peck on the cheek.

You weren't kissing his lips, or touching a sensitive place at all, and he still moaned, feeling himself get hotter and hotter, with a boner hurting inside his pants.

"Let me take care of you" you repeated and pushed him back to what used to be your seat. He, sitting, felt your weight over him and put his hands on your thick thighs, molding them with too much force, slightly hurting you, but sure you'd like marks to remember that night the next day, so you didn't complain.

You pressed your cunt against him, feeling the border of his cock, thick and long. No doubt the pretty girl hadn't dumped this asshole earlier, you thought, such a good toy.

You moved your hips, deliciously pressing against him, feeling your panties get more and more wet. He wanted to touch you more and was pressing his fingers as if with more strength they would surpass the fabric of your pants, leaving mark after mark, too drunk to control himself.

You moved his hands up your waist, touching your skin directly under your tank top, and he, after finding the border of your pants, inserted his hands under your panties, feeling your ass with his big palms. He whimpered into the kiss when he felt the softness of your skin directly, needing more.

You stopped the make out session and saw him better. He was so gorgeous, that ruffled hair and those pink lips trying to keep kissing you, his eyes wet and the drunk look he had were perfect, but not as much as what you knew he had under that old uniform. You opened his shirt button by button, caressing the showing gold skin of his chest, so pure and tender, with those little brown buds, and then, when you opened it completely, you admired his abdomen that showed how much he worked out every day. Not after much pondering, you decided you needed to cum over it.

You kissed him and he easily moved your body with his hands over your ass, making you rock against him, fucking you with your clothes on. A little whimp left your lips and his cock twitched inside his pants, almost cumming.

He was about to cum, but you couldn't let him do it there, not just like that, so you moved out of his grip, and his hands, not wanting to, let your flesh go.

"Knew you'd be good, always making me proud, my little star" you ran your fingers through his hair and he smiled at you, showing you those cute teeth, happy of being praised. "Should we go to my room?" You asked breathlessly. His eyes admired your messy hair and the way your heavy chest was moving, in and out, making his mouth water for a taste. He nodded, too drunk with your body, he'd follow you wherever you wanted.

You grabbed his hand and made him follow you, a big puppy behind you needing comfort from his owner.

Your room was nice too, a queen bed with white bedsheets, it was clean, neat, like a room he'd see in a magazine.

His room was a mess, clothes all around and snack packages he forgets to toss out. His parents were always at work and couldn't help him tidy up, and they hadn't taught him neither, so he appreciated your room, thinking that, maybe, he wouldn't mind spending more time there with you the coming days.

You made him sit on your bed and stood in front of him. "Can you... Can you take off yours too?" He asked doubting, fingers sneaking under your tank top, he didn't want to bother you, but he really wanted to see more of you. So cute.

He thought you were neither pretty or skinny, you always wore the uniform in a lame way, skirt down the knee and blouse properly closed even in summer. Also, you didn't wear much make up or styled your hair, so you had nothing special, but something he had admitted, and all of his friends, was that you had a good pair of tits.

When you walked in, it was the first thing everyone saw, full, big, voluptuous, perfect for a good fuck. So, like all the boys he knew, he wanted to see them too.

You saw how determined he was, his eyes were focused on your chest and he gave you a look that screamed please, begging with his eyes. He hadn't been good enough, still, you decided to fulfill his wish and took it off.

Just seeing you in your bra made him lose his mind. They were spilling over the underwear, so full and smooth his mouth started to salivate. He gulped when you took your bra off too, scanning your chest and the perk of your nipples, brown and beautiful.

"What do you want to do?" You asked him, showing yourself to him. You should be embarrassed, you thought. You knew your body wasn't perfect, you had enormous tits and a soft tummy, little rolls on your back and your waist wasn't anything out of the world, but he was eating you with his eyes, as if he had never seen something as beautiful before, and you had no shame left at all.

"I-I don't know" he said after a second, the alcohol and the temperature of his body were making his mind foggy and he couldn't think anymore.

You got on your knees and opened his belt. He observed you, mesmerized.

"You've been so good, doing your homework today and always giving your best at training, you deserve a prize, don't you think so?" You asked him while pulling down his zipper. He nodded frantically.

You knew he had done no shit to deserve it, but you wanted to do it, more for you than for him.

When his cock jumped in front of your face you got honestly surprised, it was bigger than what you had expected, and it had a pretty brownish pink color on the tip.

You gave a little peck to the tip and he squirmed, sensitive after all the teasing. You smirked and then engulfed it, touching your throat. You quickly pulled out, it was so big it choked you, and you had never given a blowjob before, so you didn't know what to expect when you did it.

My big boy, you thought, and continued with your little work. You sucked as much as you could, making sure your tongue did a good work, properly at least, touching the little veins he had around his length.

His hand went to your hair and pushed your head down, choking you again. You knew you couldn't do much to control him, he was drunk and too strong for his own good, so you let him use you for a short time, feeling your juices pour out of you. You'd have definitely let him use you as much as he wanted if he hadn't hurt you before with his betrayal. When that memory came to your mind again you slapped his thigh so he could let you free, bothered again with the thought.

He, after much fighting, moved his hand away and looked at you with teary eyes again.

"What's wrong?" He cried.

"I didn't tell you you could do that" you stood up in front of him, he lifted his gaze at you and with both hands grabbed yours.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" tears fell down his eyes, begging for forgiveness, dick hurting him to a point he couldn't endure anymore.

You pushed him to his back, and he, with help of his elbows, held himself up to watch what you were about to do. You, standing, got rid of your pants and your underwear, getting completely naked while he saw you from his point of view, waiting for you and admiring the skin that you showed him.

You crawled over him and sat over his abdomen, pulsating against his naked skin. He held your hips and helped you move over him, looking head fall because of the feeling. His skin was getting wet your fluids and the tip of his dick was touching your ass, making his head dizzy with the sensation.

He wanted to move you closer to it, to help him finally cum, but you didn't let him, you were the one in control there, it was your room, your kingdom, and you were tired of letting him get his way with everything.

"Please, I want to feel you too" he begged. Even his chest was red from the drinks he had before and his eyes still had tears forming, making you smile, proud of the image under you.

"After I cum I'll help you, I promise" you said and then moaned when his thumb moved under your pussy to press your clit.

"Promise?" He said without air, in despair with the way the plump lips of your chubby pussy were making a mess over him. It was new for him, only having fucked skinny girls, but he didn't dislike it, it was different, more welcoming and soft, and he thought it would feel really good when he fucked your hole.

"When have I lied to you?" You smiled and gave him a soft kiss, caressing his cheek. He nodded, you had never lied to him, at least not that he knew about, you thought.

He helped you move harder against his abdomen with one hand over your hip, and enjoying the softness of one of your boobs with the other. He watched you get off with his body, moaning with the satisfaction of his skin against your clit and the tip of cock touching you every time your ass clasped with it.

You were about to cum and he wanted to feel you completely when you crumbled, so, sitting and making you slide to his lap, he kissed you again. His hand started to cares your pussy, playing with your clit using his thumb, and then, when you least expected it, he pushed the same thumb to feel your insides, which gladly recieved them.

You moaned loudly, free, no one would hear you both in that house, alone, with the neighbors too far away to know what was happening inside, it would be your little secret.

He, biting his lip to not cum with the pressure of your tummy and your chubby pussy over his leaking dick, inserted two fingers, so long they made you drop you head and cry, and he, needing to feel you even more, started to kiss your neck, leaving little red spots along.

"Fuck fuck" you cried. His fingers were fast, fucking your insides so good you couldn't hide your voice, pushing you to the rim.

You came no long after, you recognized he had a talent with his hands, maybe after all that basketball training he had gained a useful skill.

Or maybe from all the times he had betrayed you with other girls.

Your mood was ruined again after thinking that. He, however, wanted to keep fingering you so you could make more of a mess over his lap. Sure you had another orgasm for him, but you, getting away from his touch, didn't let him.

"What-What happened?" He asked, sitting and waiting for you to get over him with your addictive pussy again.

"Again, doing whatever you want, can't you follow a single order?" you asked, obviously disappointed. He started to really cry, surprising you. You liked it so much you almost couldn't hide your smile, and then, when he looked up to you, you saw his cock twitch, leaking, with a furious red color on the tip instead of the pink you saw before.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be good, I swear" he replied, tears streaming down his cheeks. Ah fuck, he had a way to make you weak, because he looked pretty most of the time, but when he cried, he was beautiful. His hand tried to touch you and you took a step back.

"Prove it" you said with your head up. The tall boy looked so small from your view. He hadn't doubt to get on his knees on the hard cold floor, fist over his thighs, to prove his devotion to you.

"I'm sorry, please, let me touch you" he begged again, you walked to him, forgiving all his past mistakes for a minute, just tonight, you repeated on your mind when he pressed his cheek against your thigh, giving it a soft kiss before lifting his eyes back to you. They were shining, reflecting your face, and you thought, yes, he deserved to touch you.

You didn't have to say much, you just grabbed his hair on your fists, like he had done to you before when you were sucking his cock, and pushed his face to your cunt. He didn't even try to hide his need, breathing your aroma and licking your clit without doubt. He couldn't breath, all your body suffocating him, nose touching your pubes and tongue working on you with force.

You were too sensitive from your past orgasm, and you were about to cum again with the way he was making out with your pussy, drinking all your juices and looking up to you with those glazing eyes, silently asking for you to cum on his face.

You did, not much later, a stream came out of you over his mouth, dripping to his chin and then his chest, and he drank it all like the liquor you poured for him before. Your legs trembled and you were about to fall, but your strong boy got you with ease and, trying to be careful, helped you lie on your bed, however, since his mind was busy thinking how much his dick hurt, he pushed you with more force than what he wanted.

Still, he noticed how pretty you looked there, you had soft but elegant features, and he liked how you looked as if you belonged in that place, in that house out of a movie, in that room out of a magazine, with your long wavy hair all over your bed, and those cute and chubby fingers holding his forearms. His hands were on each side of your head, and he noticed how your bedsheets had light pink details, so expensive looking he wouldn't even know what store you bought it from, and he felt like, there with you, he belonged in your world too, which boosted something inside him, making him even more horny and needy for your approval.

His cock was touching your naked pussy and he pushed it against it. "Can I- please can I put it in?" He pumped his dick and, before you could say anything, slapped the tip to your clit. "Please, please, please" he repeated, head on your neck, whispers to your ear.

You grabbed his dick, hand moving between your bodies, and without saying anything, you pushed the thick tip into your hole, wet and ready for him.

You didn't want to be so weak, but it felt so, so good. You closed your eyes and moaned when his hips, in a single thrust, fucked your insides, opening you like nothing had ever before.

His movements were erratic, hips moving on its own, eyes rolling and body all over yours.

Your nails scratched his back with your cries, you were so full your mind couldn't thing of anything else than your next orgasm.

"Yes, yes, fuck, so good" you screamed, and he, between groans and cries, gave you an open mouthed kiss, touching your tongue with his and muffing his moans when he almost came inside you.

He had never felt sex like that before, he didn't know if it was because of the drinks he had, or all the teasing from before, but the way both of you were leaking on each other made his head hazy, just feeling, no thought inside his head except I wanna cum.

So this is mind-blowing sex? He thought, rutting into your pussy.

Before you could say anything he put both hands on your waist, pushing you to the mattress and, after settling to watch your pussy engulf his cock, he watched how your pretty pink lips held him, dick disappearing with every thrust.

His hands were too rough, hurting your soft waist, you felt his fingers put so much pressure they felt like big needles trying to perforate you, "Sungchan- it" when you tried to tell him how it hurt, he was already drilling you to the bed. Hips punching you with uncontrollable force, making you break apart under him.

He must have noticed what you tried to say because while fucking you he kept apologizing, "Sorry, so good, I'm sorry", but he never stopped.

He didn't know what would he do after, too obsessed with the flesh of your pussy, no one had taken him like you did, completely accepting him inside and calling for him to not stop, most girls couldn't take him like you did, never getting to the end of his cock, but you, you easily did it, tight and perfect around him.

You felt his pelvic bone punch your clit with every thrust, making you squirm under him, biting your lip and crying of how delicious it felt.

"Cumming-" you cried hard, and he, proud of himself for making you cum again, kept fucking your insides, stimulating you even more, so much that, when you were having your orgasm, you made a mess over his dick again.

Then, while you were still cumming, he covered you with his whole body, your tits against his chest, and you knew he was about to cum when his mouth tried to find yours for a kiss, but his eyes closed with force before he could, cock getting bigger inside you, and before he could kiss you like he wanted, he moaned over your lips, hips stopping every movement, pouring everything he had inside you.

You wanted to get angry at him for cumming inside, but he looked so cute over you, with lost eyes, red lips and his sweaty face, so pretty you couldn't say anything and only caressed his hair. He, so satisfied he couldn't talk, gave you the kiss he needed when he was about to cum, breathing you in, to then lie down over your chest, where, like a baby, he licked your nipple to calm himself until he felt asleep.

You smiled, he was so precious you didn't want to share him, your little star, but you couldn't fool yourself anymore, he had another owner not long ago, and only came to you to get what he needed, so he had to learn his lesson.

On your head you were going through the next step of your plan. Tomorrow morning you both would go to school, and you, as innocent as you were, would lose his project by accident.

Your beautiful, lovable and cheating star was about to fall.

[cadavercrow]

🦋📉|| My Ocs;

Hello there, Cadaver’s here, It's been a while since I posted anything, lately I've been unmotivated and busy with other stuff, my bad;; Anyway here's some stuff about these sillies, if you want to know something about them you can ask;;

[ Note I : This blog may be edited little by little to update or change some things];

[Note II : I had added Hen's eye color and a detail on the blouse but I forgot to post it];

[💕🕸️]-|| Hen Woodfield;

“Hello there!”

Genderfluid [AFAB];

Any pronouns, mostly they/them;

Office worker;

Hen is a hard-working office worker who does their best, Despite having this sweet and confident personality, Hen has self-doubts and insecurity that they’re won't show. Hen is very friendly and nice to everyone at work, they’re not exactly extroverted people but not introverted either. Hen is stubborn and persistent and don’t gives up easily;

Hen met Michael and Mark in high school, the three went from classmates to friends; Hen was shy back then since she was a new student. Hen has a mischievous and sassy side, especially when when they and Mark are gossiping. Hen doesn't hate their boss but they doesn't like him either. They try to be as polite as possible with him even if they are insulted;

[💕]-|| Infos;

-Hen is afraid of spiders, ironically enough since they can turn into one under fear//panic;

-Has a degree in graphic design and is creative and likes things related to art and stuff;

-In addition to arts, Hen likes fashion and are good at sewing and embroidery;

-Hen has 3 siblings, and is the second child among the 4;

-Sketches portraits and doodles of Michael in their sketchbook /hj [Michael doesn’t even know he’s their muse lmao];

[💚🪴]-|| Mark Morrison;

“Ugh, I hate this stupid job…”

Male;

He/him;

Office worker;

Mark is a office worker who doesn't give a damn and just do his job on impulse.

No one knows how no one fired him or he didn't quit himself even though he dislike his job, or better said...his boss; Mark can be indifferent, blunt and sarcastic. He’s generally uptight, deadpan and rude sometimes despite having a rude and tough attitude, he’s a nice guy;

He has been friends with Michael since elementary school and during high school he met Hen who went from being classmates to friends. Mark doesn't have a good relationship with his boss, and he mentally curses or talks badly about him behind back;

[🪴]-|| Infos;

-Mark is pathetic and awkward around women, especially tall ones. He’s afraid to talk to them because he thinks they’re pretty and will rip his head off;

-Mark can fix computer problems and stuff since he has a degree in computer science. Speaking of computers and technology stuff, he loves playing video games;

-He gets irritated easily by disorganization, repetitive noises and when he has to repeat the same thing the person don't get it;

-Mark was religious like his family when he was younger but now he is not. And that's ironic, since his bug form is a praying mantis;

-He consumes a lot of energy drinks, and you can imagine his trash can full of cans;

•Butterfly business and Michael belongs to Aesop’s Jaybles || Amanda Mai;

•Art and Ocs belongs to me;

That’s it, bye;;

[aardelea]

The Unexpected Closeness

I've been in a romantic mood lately, so here's a sweet and slightly humorous story that came from my daydreams.

It’s about MC (Aya) and Ritsu trying to figure out what they really want—and maybe realizing it’s been right in front of them all along.

I had a blast writing this, and I hope it brings a smile to your face! :)

Ritsu had always enjoyed working for clients. Always being attentive, paying attention to every detail, and considering new perspectives stimulated his brain and, at the same time, provided a form of relaxation. Knowing that he could always find a solution, no matter what obstacles lay in his way, made life much easier. The comforting blanket of self-confidence enveloped him in all situations, leaving no room for doubt. Or so he thought.

It's been over two months since you first met in Sinostra. In that time, Ritsu had found a highly capable business partner. You might have needed a bit of polishing here and there, and in his eyes, you naturally couldn’t quite keep up with his sharp mind yet, but overall, working with you was more than successful.

You met nearly every evening at the diner to share your latest insights. You went through old files, looked for clues about a possible cure for your curse, discussed ways to finally free Sinostra from its misery, and always drank your more-or-less tolerable coffee, which Ritsu treated you to with far too much tip.

The days always went the same, until about two weeks ago when, for the first time after work, Ritsu asked if you might want to stay a bit longer at the diner. You mostly continued talking about work, but gradually, Ritsu started revealing more about his personal life—his family, his past, and his desires.

This was a side of him you had long wanted to see, and with all the focus on work, you had begun to wonder if it even existed.

One evening, Ritsu was already sitting in the diner, waiting with two cups of coffee for you to arrive. He tapped impatiently on the table. You weren’t late, but something had changed in Ritsu. He was nervous.

Some time ago, he had realized something wasn’t right with him. He started to enjoy your company more and more. At first, it was similar to how it had been before he fully focused on his training to become a lawyer, long before arriving in Darkwick, when he still had people around him he called friends, and with whom he liked to spend time before his focus shifted, and he allowed no distractions from his studies.

But since you were now contributing significantly to his success, it might not hurt to indulge in that old longing for friendly warmth again, right?

To his dismay, though, he quickly realized that you might be a greater distraction than he was comfortable with. Even after you went your separate ways at the end of the evening, you were all he could think about. Your voice, your loving smile, and the slightly awkward way you always tried to stop him from leaving such big tips at the diner. Once, you grabbed his wrist as he was about to pull out another large bill and gently placed your other hand on his shoulder. It was an innocent gesture, but he looked at you, confused, feeling goosebumps spreading across his arm where your skin touched his. Before you could notice, he quickly pulled his arm away, startled, and still tipped the cashier generously. Good service deserves recognition, doesn’t it?

Remembering this, Ritsu rubbed his wrist and felt his heart rate quicken. It was probably just the fact that he hadn’t been close to anyone in a long time that was throwing him off. That had to be it.

When he heard the diner's bell chime as you entered, his gaze immediately turned to you. He scanned you from your neatly styled hair to your carefully maintained school uniform with its cute pleated skirt, down to your long, slender legs as you moved gracefully around the corner, looking for your cherished partner. Your previously neutral expression gave way to a genuine, cheerful smile when you saw him in your usual spot, and you walked over to join him.

Ritsu held your gaze as you sat down and excitedly told him about an idea that came to you during class today to make mission selection more efficient. He seemed a bit distant, scrutinizing you closely. Though his cheeks were slightly flushed, his expression was unusually serious.

This time, you were the one who asked if he wanted to stay at the diner longer after work, and Ritsu agreed with a smile. He had to know. He had to find out if what he feared was real or if he was just being overwhelmed by memories of the past.

He asked you about everything—your hobbies, favorite music, your family, even your happiest memories. He was trying to find a flaw in you that would immediately put him off, freeing him from the spell of your enchanting eyes. But he found none.

Although it was a refreshing change to talk about such things, you were more than puzzled by Ritsu’s behavior and wondered if he was secretly gathering information to use against you one day if you happened to disagree with him—something that had been happening all too often lately, in his opinion. But the fact that he didn’t turn on his recorder seemed to go against that theory. Was he simply trying to create a safe atmosphere to make you feel more comfortable?

At the end of the evening, as you stood outside ready to say goodbye, Ritsu suddenly asked if he could hug you. A little confused and inwardly more than delighted, you agreed. His embrace felt a bit stiff, and you wondered what exactly he was trying to achieve as the moment passed.

He brought his hand to his chin thoughtfully and stared into space for a moment before saying goodbye and leaving you to your own thoughts.

When he got home to his bedroom, he carelessly threw his briefcase aside and collapsed onto his bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling. His pulse was still far too fast.

You were such a good business partner. Why did you, of all people, now have to become an unnecessary distraction? The thought of you clouded his mind so much that today, he even forgot to record your conversation. A distraction he simply couldn’t afford or want. This had to be stopped.

You stayed awake for a long time, lost in thought about Ritsu’s odd behavior at the diner. You had all but given up hope that he would ever open up to you enough for you to become more than just business partners. But tonight had reignited your hopes—until your phone buzzed, pulling you from your daydreams.

A message from Ritsu informed you that he didn’t want to see you for a while to better focus on his studies. He didn’t even ask you to confirm your identity.

“I’m confident you will continue to advance our plans with flying colors, even without our regular meetings,” you read aloud as tears welled up in your eyes. Did you do something wrong? Did you say something inappropriate? Did you go too far the other day when you tried to stop him from leaving a tip large enough to feed a family of four for a week? Was his hug at the end his way of saying goodbye?

Although the world no longer made sense to you, you responded with a simple, “Of course. I’ll do my best. Good luck with your studies!” After all, if there was one thing you knew for sure, it was that there was no point in arguing with Ritsu Shinjo once he had made a decision.

A whole week passed in which Ritsu kept hoping that he could finally banish you from his thoughts and focus on his work. However, he found that day by day, it only got worse, and a longing took hold of him, one he had never felt before in his life. The fact that he began convincing himself after your last message that you wouldn’t be interested in him anyway didn’t make the situation any better. He often watched you secretly when you walked across the campus with your friends or fetched food from Sho's. He couldn’t help but notice that you no longer radiated the way you used to.

Time and again, he told himself that this desire to be with you would surely fade away eventually, given enough time. And so, another week passed without you hearing anything from your esteemed former business partner.

However, you quickly learned how to make use of your newly gained free time, and soon found yourself under the wing of Tohma, who now employed you for Frostheim’s affairs. Reluctantly, you took on the tasks assigned to you and behaved particularly cautiously in Tohma’s presence, afraid of scaring him away like you had Ritsu.

Today, you met Tohma on the school grounds and stopped to receive your next instructions. It was a sight that would drive Ritsu mad today. Suddenly, your phone vibrated, abruptly interrupting your conversation. Afraid that you might miss a call from Jin, you bid Tohma farewell and reached for your phone. When you saw Ritsu's name on the display, you were more than surprised.

“This is Ritsu Shinjo. Is Aya on the line?”

“Yes, this is Aya. I’m surprised to hear from you. What can I do for you?” you asked in a tone that was obviously offended, one you couldn’t suppress.

“Meet me at 3 PM behind the diner.”

“Wait, behind the diner? But there’s only bushes there?” The beeping on the other end of the line told you that your counterpart had already hung up. What could he possibly want from you in such a place?

Punctually at 3 PM, you appeared in front of the diner and first peered through the windows to see if you had perhaps misunderstood and you were actually supposed to meet inside. When you saw that the diner was empty, you sighed inwardly and searched for a way through the thicket growing along the diner. And indeed, behind the building, in the shadow of the trees and bushes, you saw Ritsu standing with his arms crossed. His expression was serious, but you could clearly see a hint of desperation in his eyes.

“Why are you working with Frostheim now? I had a feeling that Tohma would try to take you under his wing sooner or later, but I didn’t think you’d give in so quickly.”

“You’re forgetting the facts, Ritsu,” you began, as you continued walking towards him until you were standing directly in front of him. “First, as an inspector, I’m obligated to be neutral. That’s why I help any house that asks for my assistance. Second, Tohma does respect me, so I’d rather say we work together as equals than that he’s ‘taking me under his wing.’ And what business is it of yours anyway?” The last words came out more emotionally than you had intended.

“Please forgive me, that’s not how I meant it. The truth is, I just… I want you back as my business partner. Tell Tohma you don’t have time for his pointless games.”

“I’m definitely not going to do that! Just because you’re afraid for your laurels doesn’t mean… huh?”

Ritsu suddenly grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer to him.

“It’s not just about the laurels, Aya. It’s about you. I want you with me, not with him.” Direct as always.

You could feel the blood rushing through your veins as your face turned red.

“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me and I cried my heart out, and now you have the nerve to get jealous?!”

“You cried because of me…?” His grip on your arm loosened as he looked down at the ground, embarrassed, his own face turning red.

“Why should I listen to your request now?” you asked, your voice trembling.

Even though he tried to sound as confident as usual, you couldn’t miss the fact that he was struggling to maintain that tone.

“Because, based on my observations, I’ve come to the conclusion that you must feel the same way I do.”

“Of course, I feel the same way as you. I enjoyed working with you! But what does that have to do with my question, and why are we even out here?”

“So I can demonstrate it to you without any interruptions. May I?” He looked deep into your eyes, his hand still on your arm. You nodded, a little hesitantly.

Without wasting a moment, he pulled you even closer to him, leaned down slightly until you were eye to eye, and stroked your cheek with his other hand. Your excitement was surely visible in your expression, but you let it happen as Ritsu’s face came closer and closer to yours until your lips met. His hand moved to your neck, holding it to draw you even closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned further into the kiss, savoring his gentle bite on your lower lip.

You smiled at him as you both pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes. While you waited for a reaction from him, you didn’t notice how his hand moved to your wrist and enclosed it with his fingers.

“Yes, my conclusion must be correct. Your heart is definitely beating faster than it would for anyone else.”

You looked down at your wrist, realizing only now that he had been feeling your pulse. A resigned sigh escaped you.

“I’ll call Tohma already…”