#oh yeah classes are done for this term so I'm back for the time being

[astralkilljoy]

making dalien join partihaus then getting mad at him for being part of it smh

[fmhobeus]

so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

[talesfromawannabejournalist]

Adam apple high school AU PT 3

(this is a pretty long one so bear with me)

. On the very first day at his new school, Lucifer had felt as though his soul had been stripped away from his body, the reason being...Adam Mann

. You see everything was going fine he was given a schedule of his classic, and a basic tour of where his classes were, and everything seemed to go well during his introduction as the new student during first period

. sure, when he said his name, he got a weird look from this one girl in the middle row, but he just ignored it

. it wasn't until after class when he was waking to his next class, and he accidentally bumped into the one person he never thought he would see again that it's kind of all went to Hell

Lucifer: I'm so sorry! I didn't see where I was going, are you alright?

Adam: yeah, I'm fine no skin off...YOU!

Lucifer: A, Adam!?

. Lucifer would hardly believe it, the most beautiful person that he had ever known was right before his eyes, and as it couldn't be even more possible was even more beautiful than ever

. His face was more defined as he had a small stubble on his chin, he had gotten taller too, his soft brown eyes had a sort of golden shine to them, and his scent was even stronger than ever before his scent was of freshly peeled oranges with a hint of soft soil

. but the most prominent feature about him would be his body and his body, oh holy mercy it had curves not the normal amount of curves the usual omega had he had curves for days, right from the top of his perky chest to his soft tummy, all the way down to his big thighs, then to end it was his big juicy booty, though (of course, he didn't see it till after Adam left, but he was only looking respectfully he swears!)

. But before he could fully admire the angel before him he was suddenly pressed up against the lockers with the once lovely scent turned sour as Adam glared down at the person who was responsible for ruining his life back in middle school

. Lucifer gulped, both in horniness and fear(but mostly for being a horny little gremlin)

Lucifer: listen, I know we didn't leave on good terms, but

Adam: But nothing! you stay out of my way here and I'll stay out of your way, got that pipsqueak!?

Lucifer: Pipsqueak?! (before he could say anything else Adam turned around, skirt swishing as he did so, and stomped off. And all Lucifer could process were these cold facts, the one who got away is here, he’s even more hot than ever, and he hates his guts

. this was going to be the longest semester of his fucking life

-

. a month and a half had passed since the incident, and neither Lucifer nor Adam could barely even tolerate being in the same room together let alone speak to one another

. Lucifer has tried to talk to Adam during this time when he sees him outside of class or when they do have class together tries to sit next to or at least near him

. however it keeps failing for him because A. Adam doesn’t want anything to do with him, and B. His guard dog Lute won’t even let him look at Adam’s general direction let alone try and go near him

. it all comes to a head one day when out in the school football field sitting on the bleachers, waiting for Adam to finish lacrosse team practice, once he saw he was done he waved and called out to him to get his attention

. luckily Adam did acknowledge him with an eye roll and walked over to him

. Lucifer gave himself a mental fist bump as they finally were going to clear the table and maybe Lucifer would finally be able to tell Adam how he felt

. which is why it made so much sense that the plan went to shit

. see while rushing down the bleacher steps he slipped on the last few steps causing him to trip and fall of landing on top of Adam

. at first Lucifer thinks he must have landed right on his stomach because the body part he lands on is soft and squishy…with a space in between

. he slowly lifts himself away to see that he had landed right on Adam’s breasts, a fiery blush spreads all across his upper body as his eyes look into Adam’s shocked/disgusted filled ones

Lucifer: I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry it was a complete accident, I swear!

. he didn’t get a chance to say anything else as he was picked up by the scruff, thrown off of Adam, and was proceeded beaten by Lute

. Adam was in a daze for a minute as he tried to understand what the actual Hell happened

. his attention was then focused on the fight between Lucifer and Lute fighting on the ground

. that was really bad for two reasons, they were still on school grounds and if the coach came back those two would be on grounds for expulsion while he was more worried about Lute getting into trouble, he couldn't help but feel a ping of worry in his chest for Lucifer, damn omega instinct, reason number two was that two alphas fighting especially over an omega can more often than not turn bloody

. So, scrambling to his feet, he made his way over to the small crowd where the girls from the team were watching the fight, some even egging it on

. He pushed his way through them and saw Lucifer had Lute pinned under him with his fist raised up ready to strike her

. Adam ran towards them and tried to pull Lucifer off when he suddenly felt a hand hit right in the eye, he falls backwards and clutches his eye while whimpering in pain

. both alphas stop immediately and turn their attention to the omega in distress

. Lucifer gets off the female alpha and rushes towards Adam, while Lute stays frozen in place not believing that she hit Adam, on accident of course she didn't expect he'd be on the crossfire she just wanted to get Lucifer off

Lucifer: Holy shit, are you okay!? here let me take a look

. at first, Adam tried to just leave but Lucifer kept him still while giving a pleading look he sighed and allowed the alpha to look him over Adam's eye appeared to be swollen and starting to throb

Adam: is it bad?

Lucifer: It's not so bad that you'd need an eye patch just need to get something cold on it, come on let's get you home

. Despite his own injuries he helps Adam up and starts to lead him away as the crowd slowly starts to dissipate now that the fight was over

Lute: WAIT ADAM I'M SO SORRY IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!

. Adam turns his head slightly and says in a frustrated tone

Adam: Not now Lute, just, not now, I'll text you later ok?

. Lute doesn't say anything as she watches from the ground in complete shock as Adam allows himself to be taken away by that little demon

---

. after carefully maneuvering around the school so no one would see them in their current predicament they made it over to the student parking lot where a small white car resided

. Lucifer unlocked it with a push of his key's button, went to the passenger side to open the door for Adam, and went to his side to start the car, before turning to Adam

Lucifer: do you mind giving me your address?

Adam: No, please don't it's my aunt's day off and she'll freak the fuck out if she sees this.

. he says while referring to his damaged eye

Lucifer: ok I get it, um well, if your comfortable with it, are you okay with coming back to my house? I can get you the right medical aid you need

. Adam doesn't say anything as he silently nods

. The drive there is silent and tense as Adam's attention is solely focused on what is happening out the window, while Lucifer keeps checking on him every so often

. They soon made it to a high-class condo complex, they park in front of one and Lucifer quickly opens his door to open Adam's and helps him out

. They head inside and Lucifer calls out to Uriel, he breathes a sigh of relief when he gets no response

Lucifer: Ok were good, let me take you to the kitchen

. There he gets Adam a bag full of ice and he gently places it on his eye, wincing from the slight flinch from the cold

Lucifer: you need anything else? are you hungry or thirsty?

Adam: all I need now is how to tell my Aunt on how I got this, though shouldn't you be more concerned with your own injuries?

Lucifer: I think the worst I got was a bump on the head, I'm ok

. It was true that while he had some bruises he was mostly a-ok

Lucifer: but if you really need an excuse for her, just say you accidentally ran into a door while rushing to class

. suddenly Adam's phone starts to buzz he picks it up and sighs seeing the caller's ID

Adam: speak of the devil (answers it) hey Aunt Sera, no I uh stopped at Mcdonald's for an after practice snack with a friend, yeah I know they cause people to get fat but guess what that sentiment can't really be applied to me when I'm already fat, no that's not sarcasm that is stating facts, uh huh, yeah, yeah I'll be home soon ok, I don't know an hour soon ok? See you then, yeah love you too

. he ends the call and looks at Lucifer

Adam: ok, situation averted, for now at least, so

Lucifer: So?

Adam: (sighs and looks straight into Lucifer's eyes) you have exactly thirty minutes and explain why the Hell you've been trying to follow me around and won't just leave me alone? I mean if you're trying to apologize over what happened in Eden you're doing a pretty shitty job at it

Lucifer: I, I'm sorry but while I did want to talk to you about the whole Eden situation, I don't see why I have to apologize for anything

Adam: um ok how about you stealing my girlfriend then making me feel like complete shit by constantly following me around and trying to shove your tongue down her throat, oh! and let's not forget the rumors that destroyed my reputation, because I know you and Lilith were the ones that start them!

Lucifer: first of all, YOU broke up with Lilith first I think that made it perfectly ok for me to "Steal your girlfriend" second I didn't start those rumors I swear I didn't Lilith must've said something to her friends and those friends said something to their friends and it probably spiraled out of control from there, thirdly Lilith was the one to drag me to those places I swear it was a giant coincidence

Adam: Broke up with her, what the Hell are you talking about I didn't break up with her she broke up with me by being a slut!

Lucifer: what about Eve then?! the girl you left Lilith for!

Adam: You mean Eve my cousin?

Lucifer: what?

Adam: Eve is my cousin, and she was a new student there and I was just helping her settle in!

Lucifer: I, I, you're not lying to me, are you?

Adam: What the actual fuck would I earn by lying to you?! No, I'm not lying she was the one who fucking cheated on me why don't you get that?!

. Lucifer took a shaky breath and turned away eyes going wide in realization

Lucifer: she lied; she's been playing me this whole time

Adam: YES! finally you see the truth, she was a lying cheating alpha whore who only cared about her own wants and needs

Lucifer: A, Adam I, I am so, so fucking sorry I swear I didn't know I just I swear if I knew the truth I wouldn't have done that...if it makes you feel any better, she wasn't the best girlfriend to me either

Adam: Makes me feel a little better

Lucifer: I don't know how I'm going to make it up to you, actually I have an idea

Adam: what is it?

Lucifer: this Friday I don't know if your aware but there's a festival happening at school and if you're ok with it, why don't you let me take you? we could have fun and get to know each other better, get to know the real us, not the version's Lilith's lies had created; so what do you say wanna do it?

Adam: Uh I

. Adam didn't know what to say to an offer like that, he literally just spilled his guts to someone who he held onto a great amount of resent towards, or he at least he did once the realization that Lucifer was used just like he was, he supposed that maybe he could give him a second chance

Adam: sure, what's the harm

---

. Later when Lucifer drops Adam off in front of his house, he walks him to his door when Adam turns to address him

Adam: Well, I'll see you later, I I'm glad we had this chance to finally clear the air

Lucifer: me too

. Lucifer gives him a soft smile which caused Adam to blush then in a last-minute decision Adam places a soft kiss on his cheek, Lucifer's face turns to a deep Scarlett and before he had a chance to react Adam went inside closing the door

. Lucifer's lips split open into a goofy grin as he sways his way back to the car in a lovesick manner

. Inside Adam reels from realization from what he just did when he suddenly hears his aunt

Sera: Oh good your back hopefully you didn't ruin your appetite because dinner is, IS THAT A BLACK EYE?!

. Oh shit he forgot about that

(sorry it’s late, hope you liked it)

[lizpaige]

i'm writing a post-gw adam comes to terms with leaving harvard fic and just feeling lost and stagnant after everyone else had so much growth in the dreamer trilogy and he became liar mcliar-pants. idk if i will ever post it/finish it but i have so many ideas for it (maybe make it into a series of things?) and am having fun writing it so here's a lil snippet

Adam wondered if Ronan was thinking about the last time he came to visit him at Harvard. They sat in silence for a minute or more, Adam stared out the windshield looking at the brick buildings covered in ivy, picturesque collegiate haven. 

“What’s the plan?” Ronan asked after a while. His disinterested tone was practiced but insincere. He was trying not to pry after the last time they discussed Adam and school and feeling lost without a plan, but here they were back at the ivy covered gates. He hadn’t brought it up since, but Adam could tell he wanted to know. Adam just wished he knew himself.

“Spring break is the end of March,” Adam replied, not answering Ronan’s question fully but answering what he could.

Ronan hummed, giving him space to speak again. When Adam didn’t he continued, “I can come up sooner. Shit, maybe actually make it to those apartments to look at.” 

Adam swallowed the lump in his throat. Would Harvard feel better if Ronan was close by? Three and a half years left and Adam would be done with undergrad. He could make it through three and a half years, he’d been through worse for longer. Plus he didn’t really want to take Ronan away from whatever was next. Ronan finally broke free of the chains that kept him close to the Barns, to the ley line. He could join Blue, Gansey, and Henry on the end of their trip if he wanted to. He could go anywhere. Why would Adam keep him stuck in Cambridge? Waiting around for Adam to finish school or work or whatever else when he could be living a life. 

Everything was changing around him and yet Adam kept himself stuck to the same routine. 

“Yeah, maybe,” Adam managed, chest feeling tight. He stared out the window, gaze unfocused as his mind naturally ran through what potentially awaited him back at Thayer Hall. The Crying Club asking questions, final exam results, a list of ridiculously expensive textbooks for his new semester of classes, an angry manager at his job at the autobody shop. If he still had a job? 

Ronan grabbed Adam’s hand, tangling their fingers together over the center console. He squeezed. “Earth to Parrish.”

Adam huffed a laugh. “Sorry didn’t sleep well last night, I-”

“I love you.”

Oh.

Adam closed his mouth. This was also new: Ronan saying he loved Adam. Tamquam alter idem no longer seemed appropriate after being reunited weeks ago, after melting into one another's subconscious thoughts. While it seemed so easy for Ronan to say, he knew there was a reason they had opted away from I love yous at first. Both of them had their gripes with it: Adam, feeling unlovable for a majority of his life, wasn’t sure if he was allowed to feel this way, let alone say it, and Ronan, who lost nearly every person he ever loved, was still healing the wounds that loss left him. 

While Ronan seemed to move past this in his new confidence of life, Adam still struggled. It’s like they were moving at a different pace. Once, Adam had been so sure of where he was going in life, who he was meant to become, but now Ronan seemed to take that place and Adam was left lagging behind.

[scarrabear]

QUOGAN HEADCANONS PART 2

hi again!!! I'm back with part 2. I honestly expected to finish my thoughts but yeah I talk a lot and just have so many thoughts soooo I'm still not done!

College Years

Logan and Michael helped Quinn and her family set up her dorm room (she has her own room but has communal bathrooms)

Logan buys his first condo to live in for college years with the plan of using it as an investment property in the future. (This could be the apartment we see Quinn at in Zoey 102??)

Logan gifted Quinn a gold necklace of his name and Quinn got him a (vegan) leather bracelet with her name on it before move in day!

Logan was very intimidated at first and didn't think he was smart enough for UCLA but Quinn and his group of friends helped encourage him.

Quinn was nervous about making friends and was one of very few girls in her class at Caltech. Logan and the gang (especially Zoey and Lola) helped boost her confidence and help block out any sexism she would endure as a women in STEM.

Their first semester there was some uncertainty on both ends on if their relationship would last, plus people kept telling them "oh high school relationships fail just dump them". Scheduling time to speak to one another on the phone and in person meet ups was hard at first but the two realized how worth it their love was.

Quinn realized a month into her first semester that no guy compared to Logan in terms of attentiveness. Logan realized how truly lucky he was to have Quinn after only spending a few weeks in school listening to his classmates *try* to sound smart.

After the first year, Quinn got a summer internship at a TekMate (currently in a crisis competing with the iPhone) and this began her working her way up the company. Logan worked as a producer's assistant for one of his father's films aka this being one of the most humbling experiences for him.

^^ that summer, Quinn lived with Logan in his condo that first summer and yeah the two had lots of sex but also learned what being in an adult relationship consists of (budgeting, grocery shopping, chores, etc.) Quinn was also saving up to rent her own place.

During Logan's 3rd year at UCLA in my mind is where he meets Jared (a new character in Zoey 102 and one of his groomsmen), the son of fellow rich/successful movie producers and Malcolm asks him to help adjust to UCLA. The two become close immediately and Logan introduces him to Quinn like a week after knowing each other.

Jared and Quinn are both gleeks. Quinn only started watching because of the character Quinn Fabray and they get Logan on board too. Quinn dresses up as a cheerio one halloween and Jared and Logan are Warblers.

In 102, Jared is confirmed gay and has a longtime partner. Back in 2010-ish, Jared was probably scared shitless to come out to Logan but wanted to because he started seeing someone, presumably his partner. Logan was the one to ask Jared "so are you and (insert name)..." to which jared opens his eyes and Logan interrupts trying to calm him down saying "its totally cool if you are! Quinn is from Seattle you know so she's cool with it too!" this causes Jared to tear up and the two share a bro hug.

Logan and Quinn start becoming more and more comfortable in his own masculinity/femininity respectively and their sexualities.

Every summer up until graduation Quinn worked at TekMate, eventually being offered a position as an invention consultant at age 23. Logan threw her a huge party.

Logan dealt with accusations all through college that he only got in because his father bribed the school...he ended up graduating with a solid B+ average.

Quinn graduated top of her class wow who's shocked not me

Post College Years/Before Engagement

Logan continues to buy up real estate as investment properties but mainly lives in one "starter" home in The Hollywood Hills. Quinn lives in Logan's first condo (rent free) and the two have sleepovers quite literally every night. Their friends and family keep harassing them about why they don't just move in together but the two are adamant about it not feeling "the right time" yet, ie: Quinn establishing herself and wants to be financially steady and Logan respecting her space but also building up his producing credentials.

Logan proposed for the first time not long after they graduated to which Quinn said she wasn't ready yet. This prompted them to have the discussion about living separately for a while. Not only did this make their relationships stronger, but helped them grow as individuals. (Logan kept the engagement ring)

Like in the movie, Logan was openly stating he wanted to marry Quinn but respected her needs. She probably wanted to establish her own name in the tech world before being known as JUST "Logan Reese's wife". Quinn always reassured him though she would eventually say yes and would let him know when she was ready.

They buy their first home together after 10 years of dating (age 27). Around this time as well, the CEO of TekMate announces they are stepping down from the position and they suggest Quinn be one of a select few to begin the training process to take over. Quinn is eventually chosen as the new CEO a year later at age 28, the youngest and first female in the company's history.

Shortly after Quinn becomes CEO, Camille (new character from Zoey 102 and one of her bridesmaids) is hired as head of marketing for TekMate. the two become fast friends and Quinn immediately introduces her to Logan who is just ecstatic. Camille also gets along great with Lola, Michael, Stacey, Mark, and Jared.

Logan entrusts Camille to text or call him whenever Quinn is stressed at work.

The idea of of developing the unbreakable see-through phone comes when at a party, Logan randomly wonders what would happen if he ran over his old iPhone with his new car (one of his new cars I should say).

on their anniversary every year, they take a trip to a different area of the world.

Logan and Quinn go all out for decorating their house for Halloween, Christmas, Hanukkah, and Valentines Day.

Lyric was the one who asked the couple the most on when they would get married.

When the unbreakable see through phone was getting closer and closer to launch, Forbes magazine cover, etc. is when Quinn felt she was truly established as "Quinn Pensky, the inventor" and when she told Logan she was ready to get married, he cried. He also told her he still wanted to propose to her to which she anxiously anticipated it.

Yeah Part 3 coming soon!!! Thanks again for reading you lovelies <3

[enbysiriusblack]

"Emmeline, hi." Remus smiled as she approached the small table in the library, he had picked one far in the corner, away from any other people.

Emmeline sat down opposite, glancing around curiously, "I didn't know the library was so big, it took me ages to find you."

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry. I usually study here since it's less distracting... I thought you spent time in the library often?"

Emmeline grinned, grabbing her handbag and pulling out a light blue quill, "Of course I do, I suppose I just always sit where the people and the lights are", she glanced up to the shadowed corner they sat in.

Remus glanced at her, "We can move if you want to?"

"No, it's fine! You're totally right, we should be concentrating. So have you got any ideas yet?"

"Me?" Remus frowned slightly, "Oh, well yeah I have a few."

"Great", Emmeline smiled at him, "Then we can just do one of those! It'll be easy!"

"Did you not have any ideas you wanted to put forward? It's fine if you don't, of course, I just thought you would."

"No, not really", Emmeline adjusted her headband before carefully writing her name neatly on a piece of parchment, "I've been swamped with other classes at the moment, you know how it is?"

"Yeah that's understandable, well I thought we could do our project on the imperius curse and we could reflect on its connections to amortentia, asking if it could be classes as a lower form of the imperius curse in a potion format, with both giving someone control over someone's being. Sirius was telling me the other day about amortentia making it easy to be controlled through manipulation of the obsessive love it gives you, and he said they'd have a lot of books here that we could use for our research."

"That sounds perfect! So have you read the books already?"

"I thought that's what we could do today?" Remus smiled awkwardly, "You could read one's about the imperius curse and I could read ones about amortentia, or the other way around if you wanted, then we can talk about what we found and compare and contrast them."

Emmeline nodded, "Yeah, sounds great. I'm good taking the imperius one, it seems easier."

Remus grabbed his cane as they both began to stand up, "Right", he glanced to her slightly confused.

An hour later, they were both back at the table, now filled with various books. Remus was messily scribbling notes as he read an old looking book. Emmeline's own book was open but she was instead doodling an owl underneath the two sentences she had previously written.

She glanced up to Remus with a small sigh, "How long are we doing this for?"

His eyes drifted up to her, "Oh, sorry, did you have something else to do?"

Emmeline shrugged, "It's not that. It's just we've been here for like two hours already. I cannot read anymore."

Remus nodded in understanding, "Yeah, of course. Um, I'm not quite done with my section, but if you've got enough notes on the imperius curse then I can just finish up mine alone and we could meet to talk more tomorrow?"

Emmeline immediately started packing up her things, "Okay, yeah, let's do that!"

"I can keep onto your notes for you, if you want?"

Emmeline passed him the sheet, and swung her bag over her shoulders.

Remus glanced at the sheet and then back to Emmeline, "You only gave me this one?"

"Yeah that's it", She smiled, reaching over the desk and kissing his cheek, "You're like the best project partner, we're gonna do so great on this!"

"Thank you", Remus mumbled as she took her leave.

James came running over a few minutes later, map in hand and still dressed in his quidditch uniform, "Hey, mate!"

Remus smiled up at him, "Hi, James. Um, So I just had my project meeting with Emmeline and-"

James winced, "Ah."

"I thought she wanted to be an auror and was constantly studying?"

James grinned, taking the seat Emmeline was previously in, "She wants to, but just never manages to get the willpower to do so, I guess. She was my partner in my potions last term, and I was expecting to get the best mark ever with her, but it was a total failure. I actually had to do work, like all the work. Well, okay my dad was owling me on what to do but still. She fell asleep or started gossiping with me most classes."

Remus passed him her work, "She drew an owl."

James snorted, taking the sheet for a better look, "Well it's a very good owl."

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A/N :: I have a serious bee in my bonnet for Reiner. Like, yeah. So, @reinerswarrior I hope you don't mind me tagging you in this. I just wanted to share my obsession fondness for him with another fellow fan. In whatever capacity it's in?

C/W :: Going to college professors house, flirting with him, egging him on, feigned innocence, miniscule name calling, spanking, oral {M -> F}, unprotected sex, talk of cum, cumming in y/n, creampie-esque, FEELINGS, feelings, feelings. Attachment. =|

ThSpanks A Lot

"So ..." you leaned over the desk farther than necessary, your tits nearly spilling out of your low-cut v-neck. "So, you're telling me, that this is how you solve it? No - mm-mm." You shook your head a little too incredulously. Doing your best to egg him on.

He simply would not give in to your harassment. "I'm telling you that's how you solve that because THAT'S how you solve it, y/n. I feel like you're purposefully being obstinate here. I am giving you my time. I am giving you access to my space. And all you're doing is arguing with me."

You tucked your chin and folded your lips inward. Giving him your best doe eyes.

He sighed. "What ... what the hell is this?" He waved his hand around in front of your face. "What are you doing ... that face. Those eyes. Oh, oh. I see. You think by looking all sweet that I'll cave and sway to your thinking on the subject. Well, you're wrong. I'm not changing my mind. In fact, I think we're done here. So pack up your shit and thanks for the memories. I'll see you in class on Monday." He shook his head and adjusted something in his lap.

Reiner stood from his desk, thinking his dick was tucked away well enough behind his waistband.

It was not.

You stared at the imprint of his fat cock in his light gray slacks.

Your e/c eyes are big, sparkling in the dim lighting of his office.

"Professor Braun. Do you like yelling at me?" You asked, taking your hoodie off. Stretching up and showing your rounded tummy a little more than necessary.

"Do - do I like yelling at you? You're fucking deranged. You're sick. Of course I don't enjoy yelling at you, y/n. Now kindly, put your sweatshirt back on and get out of my house. I never should have agreed to you coming over to cover the materials we'd be having a mid-term on."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor. I thought ... well I thought with how hard you are that something about our little study session was getting … you … off." You licked your lips.

You knocked his fancy wooden pencil holder off of his desk, it hit the floor with a louder noise than you expected. It made you jump.

"Oh! Ohhhh noooo. Now I have to pick this messy mess up. I'm so sorry, Professor."

He adjusted his pants and moaned a little as the band of his pants squeezed the head of his cock. "Fffuck. I - ahh goddamn it! You shouldn't be here. I - I could lose my job. You're - hughh." He palmed his dick through his pants, the feeling was too much to ignore any longer.

You stood there, your already short skirt riding up on the back of your thighs. All it would take would be one slip of your hand and your ass would be out and stuck up in the air.

Reiner walked over to you as you unceremoniously moved pens and pencils around on the floor. He stood right behind you.

So close you could feel the warmth oozing from his crotch.

"Professor ... teach me something. Teach me a hard lesson."

You could feel his firm length pressing between your ass cheeks. You bent your knees a little so you could rub against him.

"Yooouuu ..." he growled out as he bounced against you.

He hiked up your skirt and ripped your flimsy panties from your body and laid down a hard hand in one fell swoop.

"Ah! Fuck, Professor. Yeah? You gonna spank me? Tell me what a bad girl I'm being? Punish me for being so bad, huh? Spank me again! Spank me again, you old fuck!"

"HEY! I'm a lot of things, you little bitch, but old isn't one of them." He was practically yelling at this point.

It was right where you wanted him. You wanted him so frustrated with you that he couldn't see straight. Things were right on track.

He wrapped his hands around your waist and carried you to stand at his desk, your back still pressed to him.

His body was right against yours. It was so warm in contrast to the cool fall night. You knew better than to wear a short skirt, but this opportunity was too good to pass up. 

Reiner spanked you again, once on each cheek.

"Look at that, your fat ass is turning so red for me. Let's see if I can get it a few shades deeper, mm? Fucking *whack* little *whack* bratty *whack* shit." He was hitting you harder and harder.

The heat flooding through your abdomen was reaching a boiling point.

"Mm-hmm, ok, Professor. You see anything? You see how fucking wet I'm getting for you. Touch my pussy, feel how fucking wet I am."

You turned around and hopped up onto his ridiculously large desk. Spreading your legs for him, you grabbed his hand and pushed it between your legs, his fingers grazing your clit.

"Fuck. You're so wet. You're dripping down your thighs."

He pulled his hand back and ran it over his eyes and nose. Across his whole face, the smell of your arousal filling his nostrils.

"Oh ... my ... god, you're such a fucking perv, Reiner. You just rubbed my pussy juice all over your face." You giggled.

"Shut the fuck up. You like it. You've been trying to get me to touch you since the beginning of the semester. And now you're here in my office, my home office, nonetheless, bent over my desk, practically begging me to fuck you. Just - just - I don't know what you're playing at, y/n. Do you actually want me?"

You looked him dead in the eyes. "Professor Braun ... I've always wanted you."

He had turned this from a game to something far more serious than you were ready for. You'd always found him violently attractive. But you also liked him ... as he was. Right now. So soft even though he was so hard. 

His insecurity was getting you more wet, however that was possible. You liked him being like this with you. So pathetic.

"Fuck, y/n. I wanna fuck you so bad. I - I can't hold back anymore. I need to be inside of you. Please ... pl-" The look in his eyes was sheer need. You almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

"Professor, I want you - to fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep. Use me like you've always wanted to."

He unzipped his pants and pushed them down his thick thighs. His cock bounced up, the head of it slick with precum.

"Fuck, you're so big, Professor. I've never seen a cock so … fucking … huge. You're so, so hard, for me, Professor. Such a good boy for me. You want me to suck on your cock?" You got down on your knees, grabbed the base and licked the precum that was dripping down his length. "Hmm?" The vibrations of your words shot right through his stretched length.

He looked down at you, his mouth agape. He couldn't believe you were doing this for him. That you wanted him so badly. "Ohhh, shhhhit. Suck my cock, y/n. Take me into your mouth. Let me fuck your throat."

You smiled up at him, your eyes glistening with tears, your lipstick smeared around your mouth, your mascara running down your cheeks.

He pushed his cock down your throat, holding your head in place as he thrust in and out.

You could feel your throat constricting around his thick cock, his precum dripping out of your mouth.

He pulled back and slapped his length against your face, smearing his spit and yours across your cheeks and nose.

You stood up and he grabbed you, tugging you hard into his muscular chest. He looked over your face, how wet your face was from all that he just wiped across it.

He kissed you, deeply. Sharing in the juices all over you. His tongue intertwined with yours. The taste of him still sitting pretty on your lips.

Moaning into it, he said in a deep and gravelly voice, "Let me taste your pussy."

He pushed you back onto the desk and buried his face between your legs, his nails scratching against your thighs, his tongue licking your clit, your lips, your ass.

You bucked your hips against him, his nose hitting your clit every time he pushed his tongue into you.

"Professor, please ... I … inside of me. Please, I want you to stretch me open and fill me up with your cum."

"Yeah," he sucked on your clit. "You want my cum to fill up this tight pussy?" His fingers spread you apart and he went face first into you. Burying his face in your hot wet cunt. "Mm, mm, mm, mm." Reiner said as his tongue fucked you. "Fuck baby, you're so fucking wet for me."

"Fuck …. Please, I need it so bad. Please, Professor, fuck." Your begging was driving him wild. He wanted to fuck you so hard, but he needed to savor the moment between your thighs.

He pushed you back on the desk and stood up, his cock resting on your belly. He slid his length up and down your slit, teasing you. "Nnghh, goddamn it, Professor. Fuck … now." You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer to you.

He pushed his cock into you, stretching you wide. "Hohhh -- shit, you're so ... fucking tight, y/n. You're squeezing me so hard already."

He thrusted in and out of you, his cock hitting the deepest part of you. "You're hitting my ... Oh god, oh god, Professor Braun."

"Call ... hnghh, fuck, shit ... Call me Reiner, ple-please, Rei ... ahhh ... ner."

"Reiner, oh my god, Reiner. Fuck me harder, make me cum for you."

His hands gripped your waist as he slammed his cock into your tight pussy over and over again. His balls slapped against you. "Ahh, fuck, y/n. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."

You grabbed his balls and tugged on them gently. "Cum for me, Professor. Fill me up."

He came hard, his cock twitching inside of you, filling you up with his hot cum. "Ahhh, fffuck, y/nnnnnnnnnnn. You're so tight, you're taking my cock so ... fucking ... well."

He collapsed on top of you, his dick still inside you.

After a few minutes, he pulled out and grabbed some tissues from his desk. He handed you a few and wiped himself off.

"Fuck, that was ... intense. Did you, uh - did you enjoy it?" He asked, looking at you for reassurance.

You were completely taken aback by the tears running down your cheeks. You were crying, not hard. But that was, despite speaking to one another how you did, despite egging him on and being a brat, it was so intimate. He made you feel some kinda way you've never felt before.

"Y/n? Are you ok?"

You wiped your face and laughed. "I'm fine. It's just - no one's ever made me feel like that before. Like I actually was, I don’t know. Worth it? I don’t know. It’s ... stupid. But, you know what I mean? Ugh, sorry."

Reiner laughed. "I do. I know exactly what you mean, y/n. I've never had someone talk to me the way you do. You make me feel like I'm present. Like I'm actually here ... now. That's why I didn't kick you out right away. Even though you argued with me. But I feel like you did that shit on purpose. Mm? Yeah. I thought so.” 

You smiled and kissed him deeply. Finding yourself lingering a little longer than was called for. His hands were roaming up your curves once again. His lips reciprocate the pressure. Finally, you pulled back. "Reiner, thank you." You could feel his cock growing hard.

He nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Ok. Well, um ... What are you doing right now?" He looked like a lost boy. His eyes were heavy with lust, but there was a gentle sadness residing in them, too.

You hopped off of the desk and grabbed your panties from the floor. You slid them up your legs, and bent over to pull them up the rest of the way. Your ass was in the air. You could hear him groan, "Ohhh shit, I can see my cum leaking from your pussy. Fffuck, that's so fucking hot. Don't move. Please, don't move. Let me just look at you for a minute."

You stood up straight, his cum dripping down your inner thighs. "Oh yeah, Professor? You wanna watch me slide my panties back up? Is that it?"

Reiner rubbed the back of his neck, "C-can I take a picture? Please? I - I won't show anyone. I promise." His eyebrows were raised hopefully. A small smile graced his beautiful mouth.

"Sure, Reiner. You can take a picture. As long as it's not of my face."

He grabbed his phone from the desk and snapped a few shots of you from various angles. Both of your cum glistening down your thighs.

He handed you his phone, "Can - can you take a picture of me, y/n? I wanna remember this moment forever. I'll delete them after I save them to my computer.

You smiled, genuinely smiled. This man was so touch-starved that he wanted photographic evidence of the fucked out look on his face. Something about it was just so fucking sweet to you. You didn't want to leave him. But you weren't sure how to tell him you wanted to stay.

You snapped a few photos of him, his hair messy, his face flushed, his body glistening with sweat. You'd never seen him look so human. 

The last photo you took was the two of you. He put his arms around you and kissed your forehead as the phone clicked. 

When you handed him his phone back, he didn’t let go right away. 

Finally, you gathered your things and headed towards the door.

"Hey, y/n," Reiner called out to you, his voice a little hoarse.

You turned around, "Yes, Professor?"

"I'll see you in class Monday, yeah? Unless ... ah, I don't know."

"Reiner? Are you ok?" His eyes perked as you said his name. "Did you want something else?" You walked back over to him, your hand outstretched to touch his arm.

"Y/n, will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?" He sounded almost shy asking you. It was the cutest thing you'd ever heard. The cutest thing you'd ever seen.

He reached out to pull you to him. Your body already felt the pull long before he touched you.

It was so hard to leave him after that. But you knew you needed to. You needed him to breathe.

You pulled back, "Reiner, I would love to go to dinner with you tomorrow. I think we have some things to uh, well. Yeah?" A soft look washed over your face. "Let me write my # down for you, hm? And you can call or text me whenever, yeah?"

He nodded, like he was having some internal conflict. You knew what he was thinking. You were thinking about it, too.

At the desk you stood and wrote down your cellphone for him. "Here. Talk to me whenever, understand?" You stood on your toes and kissed him one more time.

He moaned into the kiss as his tongue slipped past your lips. Your hands reached up around his neck and his arms wrapped around your waist.

Pulling back again, you said, "Whew! If I don't go now, I swear I never will. Good night, Reiner. Thank you. Talk to me, ok?"

"Yes, yes! I promise. I'll talk to you. I'll call you and text you." He held the piece of paper you wrote on to his heart and nodded.

You walked out of his office and down the stairs to his front door. You heard him yell after you, "Oh, y/n! Don't forget your sweatshirt! It's getting cold out!"

You turned around to see him running down the stairs, your sweatshirt in his hands. "Here, you forgot this. Can't have you getting sick, now can we?" He smiled and handed you the hoodie.

"Thank you, Reiner."

"I will, I promise. Have a good night, y/n." He watched you walk down his front steps and out onto the street. He stayed there until you were completely out of sight.

Reiner went back inside and closed the door behind him. He sat on the couch in his living room and stared at the piece of paper you'd written your number on. Pulling out his cell he put your number in and saved it, your contact name was a series of different hearts.

He texted you about 2 minutes after you left.

"I can't wait to see you again ❤️‍🩹

- Rei"

You giggled and jogged excitedly in place.

"Me too 💝. What's with the bandaged heart emoji?"

"It just seemed ... fitting. See you at dinner, tomorrow. I'll pick you up at 7. Don't wear panties, they're just going to get ruined."

Taglist :: @callm3senpaii

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Chapter 2: It Shouldn't Hurt

Past (2 Years Ago):

Anthony had to admit it. That was the most eventful PTA meeting of all time. After Kate sat down, Portia proceeded to give out more information about the new processes that would be implemented, at Mayfair Girls, at the beginning of the term.

First: The school was going to adjust its classes to meet the standards of their new entries. The classes would now be separated by grade average which meant those who excelled would be able to take AP classes and kids who struggled would be with teachers who were known for explaining better and getting concepts across to struggling kids. Parents were not happy with this but Anthony could see some nodding teachers. The idea that kids would feel less than others was a fear but it became clear that this was also being done by subject as many kids only struggled in one area and the school wanted to make sure the students were well-rounded when they graduated.  Anthony, surprisingly, had no problems with this. His sister Francesca had spent so long ignoring some of her subjects that she was behind and catching up was taking up more time than just plain old studying.

Second: All extracurriculars would have reentry tryouts. This one caused the biggest stir in the room as many of the parents in the room bonded over their daughters' mutual extracurriculars.  Anthony, again, was actually happy about this. Eloise had been working on her social skills through the break and he hoped that she could have a retry into Debate, Public Speaking and Academic Decathlon.

Third: The school was adding mandatory 'Social Impact' lessons. These lessons funded by a Social Worker most of the time, would be lessons the girls would need in learning about those less fortunate or about social issues of the world. The girls would be volunteering at different organisations for increasing their awareness of social issues again emphasising the need for well-rounded graduates. Anthony thought all the eyes in the room were gonna pop out of their head at the implication of this new lesson plan. Everyone looked surprised, everyone except, Anthony noted, Kate. She sat there with a smug look on her face and Anthony couldn't help but smile, she was enjoying this. 

Just then Kate's eyes found his and Anthony felt locked in place by her gaze. He nodded his head in greeting but Kate scowled and immediately went back to listening to Portia.

As parents & teachers dwindled out the door when the meeting ended. Anthony watched as some parents came up to Kate to speak to her. Some of them were congratulatory and offered thanks, others just seemed like they were curious. Kate seemed to handle it all in stride so Anthony hung back, waiting for his turn.

"Quite the entrance there Miss Sharma," Anthony remarked as he walked up to her, Anthony noticed Tom by her side and shook his hand "I'm going to take a guess that this is the lovely girlfriend you were talking about earlier Tom?"

Tom smiled oblivious to Anthony's ogling of Kate "Yes this is her. Is she not amazing?"

"Quite. It seems I am destined to learn that on multiple occasions," Anthony said looking at her properly now.

"Well Lord Bridgerton, how do you feel about the changes to the school mandates?" Kate asked with a quirked brow before Tom could pick up on Anthony's meaning.

"Oh I love them," Anthony said and both Tom and Kate's eyes widened. Anthony smiled "Yeah I think these new processes will help all of our girls including your...?"

"Sister," Tom supplied.

"I think these new processes will help all of our girls, including your sister, be more well-rounded," he looked at her in a challenge.

"Is that so? Cause here I thought you would loathe these changes. I thought people like me and all the parents here today, who took buses and trains to get here should stick to our own schools?" Kate asked sourly.

Anthony's breathing hitched "You weren't supposed to hear that,"

"Why? How could I miss the opportunity for you to proclaim to the entire room how people like my sister have no business schooling with people like your sisters?" she said

"You don't understand-"

"Oh I actually think I do understand Lord Bridgerton," Kate said as she got closer to him, he suspected that Kate being quite tall herself could often intimidate men shorter than her but they were both around about the same height so all it did was bring her face closer to his and Anthony got a whiff of her "You see it seems it is not just the school that has gotten out of touch, it seems the parents and teachers need to start working to meet the standards set by hardworking children like my sister,"

Anthony had to shake his head to get the scent of her out of his mind "If this school is so below your standards, why put in such an effort to get your sister in here?"

"That's what I asked," Tom spoke for the first time in what seemed like forever.

Kate shot him a glare and Anthony felt smug before she spoke "Because a child of excellent schooling history in a fair world would get their pick of schools and that's how things should be," Kate gestured around her "Maybe if the underperforming rich kids and their parents had any self-respect or care for others they would step aside and let those with real goals and ambitions take the lead then the school wouldn't have to lower its standards to meet them,"

"That's a lot of big talk coming from someone whose sister will be enjoying the premium quality of a private school funded by endowments, private donations and exorbitant school fees that I'm sure she is not going to be contributing to,"

"I'm talking big? You literally all buddy-buddy with the Featheringtons as if, despite being in the peerage like yourself, they too are on financial aid," Anthony hesitated, he didn't know that but Kate continued "But I guess a handout isn't called a handout when you have a title,"

Anthony was really frustrated now "Look what does it matter now anyway? Your sister is attending, and the school is changing their mandates. You won,"

"I won I know that much. I'm very good at it if you can recall but I do not like being made to feel like a pariah because I stood up for my sister and did everything I could to get her the best education," Kate was now so close every breath he took he was inhaling her maddeningly distracting scent.

"So I'm supposed to feel bad because I too did all I could for my sisters?" Anthony asked.

"Okay guys you both are good siblings, might want to take a break?" Tom interjected.

It was only then that Anthony noticed that almost everyone had left the room at that point. He looked at his watch and shit, he was late.

On the car ride over to work, Anthony could not help but think about the similarities between him and Kate Sharma. She too was a protective sibling and she clearly loved herself an argument. Despite it all Anthony finally felt like he got a glimpse into who she was and he was curious to know more.

That being said Anthony knew he might have to table those thoughts because she was seeing someone and she clearly disliked him. Despite the intensity of their exchange, Anthony thought staying clear of Kate was a good bet, the idea that they would be at each other's throats for the next few years sounded exhausting and yet compelling but also Anthony felt like getting involved with her would bring up too much introspection about the life he had been living and he was not ready to deal with all of that just yet.

Yeah, he was going to stay far away from Kate Sharma.

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4 months went by and Mayfair Girls was putting on a recital for performing arts. Select excelling students, like Edwina, had been training for this moment for 2 months. This recital was significant, Edwina had done ballet performances since she had been at Mayfair Girls but this was the first time that a school-wide performance was being put on, especially when she had only been at the school a few short months. Even though Kate felt like Edwina had more than proved she belonged at this school, Edwina felt like this was the first time she could actually shine and Kate was nervous for her sister.

Kate had taken an active role in the school since Edwina's entrance and things had gone relatively smoothly. She did often bump into other parents who were still hostile about the circumstances of their children, things did get a bit tense when the school began to rescind admissions for some students.

The Carrigan twins were the first to go, Vince Carrigan was a prolific alcohol distributor in the country and was thinking of running a campaign for a labour slot. He was not happy when his daughters had to leave the school many thought he would sue but he did not have the grounds so others thought he would use his government connections in the future to change the rules unfortunately, it never got that far. The Carrigans were out and Vince Carrigan was arrested for fraud 2 months after that.

Next to go was Prudence Featherington, this caused quite a bit of gossip because Portia was the head of the PTA.

Up to 5 girls per grade were removed from the school and Kate thought the PTA or someone else would do something to change it but apparently, the shame of not meeting the standards of Mayfair Girls was enough to satiate any possible retaliation from parents. Portia on the other hand was less than friendly whenever she bumped into Kate. Although Kate loved to remind Portia that they were both in the same boat financially so her nose need not be so high in the air. At least Penelope was still at school, she seemed like a smart girl.

None of the girls who left the school were Bridgertons and Kate was finally secure enough to admit that she was relieved. She didn't even believe that Anthony had anything to do with Eloise and Francesca's growing performance despite what she would say in arguments with him.

She doesn't even who starts them anymore. All she knows is that they would get in a room together, eye each other intensely, fake pleasantries and then argue over things. They argued over parking spaces, school uniform, his dating life and her dating life. Anthony loved remarking on her relationship with Tom. Kate hated it. Maybe she did not love Tom but she did not like that despite calling him an old friend, Anthony would mock him. It was not something she liked to see or hear from him. She often wondered if he was jealous but decided against analysing that too much because she was supposed to be staying away from Anthony.

Only they couldn't stay away from each other it seems. Anthony's best friend it turns out: Simon. She remembers when she went with him as his date to an event and was stuck in the middle of their reminiscing of old party days. Kate got quite a bit of insight into how much of a player Anthony was, I mean Simon was too but she knew that. Anthony visibly blushed when Simon brought up the open relationship debacle with Siena. Apparently, despite his being shared, Anthony was not one to share. Kate rolled her eyes at the nerve of it all.

Kate hated herself a bit for wanting to know more. When she and Anthony ended up at the bar by themselves Anthony slid a cosmopolitan in her direction and Kate took it gratefully. 

She asked if Siena was a sore spot and he blushed again and said it was complicated. Kate couldn't help herself she asked him if he was still in love with her, and she gazed at her drink the whole time.

Anthony laughed at the question and said "No. I used to think I was but lately, I've been feeling this pull to someone else that can only be attributed to deep devotion. It was never like this with Siena,"

Kate's breathing hitched, she tried to think of people she had heard or seen with Anthony and was drawing a blank. When Kate was with Anthony he tended to be singularly focused on her even if other people were chatting with them. It was exhilarating and dangerous. "Does she know?" Kate asked.

"I thought she would figure it out. I am not exactly being discreet, in fact, my siblings have called me out on it a bunch of times," Anthony said and Kate could feel his eyes on her.

Kate lost the battle she was having with her self-control and looked up at him. Anthony was now gazing at the dancefloor where Anthony's brother, Benedict, was dancing with his boyfriend Henry, in a sweet embrace.

Kate sighed and said "Well I doubt a guy with a title and a pleasing smile would have a tough time getting the woman he adores,"

Anthony looked at her with a giant smile on his face "You find my smile pleasing?"

Kate sighed "Despite being a man who thinks way too highly of himself, I cannot tell a lie,"

"So that is a yes?" Anthony asked inching closer to her.

Kate nodded and giggled at his giant puppy eyes gazing at her "Yes," and then her phone vibrated and Kate saw the message on her smartwatch. It was Tom.

"Don't worry Kate. I won't tell your boyfriend that you pine for me," Anthony said as he made his way away from the bar, from her.

"That's not what I said," Kate said walking after him.

They bickered the rest of the night and Kate felt like crap when she returned home to multiple missed messages from Tom.

Kate snapped herself back into the present and walked into the rented theatre backstage. She had gotten there early and secured a family pass for her and Mary, Kate wanted to wish Edwina good luck before the show started.

I guess Kate was not the only one who had that idea because a couple of parents lingered around backstage helping their girls get ready to perform.

Kate spotted her sister "Edwina,"

"Kate! Over here," Edwina said directing her towards one of the dressing rooms. It seemed Edwina was sharing with Francesca Bridgerton. Kate had reconciled months ago about Edwina's going friendship with Eloise Bridgerton. Both of them were incredible readers and Kate had more than once caught them asleep in the living room, books in hand.

"Hey, you nervous?" Kate asked

"Yes and no. I know I am a good dancer but everyone has bad days, I'm just hoping this isn't one of them," Edwina sighed.

"Bon, you are heads and shoulders above all the other dancers even on your worst days," Kate said hugging Edwina tightly.

"Even during December of last year?" Edwina asked.

Kate visibly shivered "Even then,"

Edwina looked at her, through the dressing room mirror, with scepticism but didn't say anything further.

"Do you need anything before you put on makeup? Water or snacks?" Kate asked.

"No, but you can keep me company for the next hour. Though you are going to have to leave and get to your seat cause you know how mom is terrible at finding her seating,"

Kate nodded, Mary was always losing her place or forgetting her row even when they went to the movie theatre.

A little while later Francesca came in with her makeup done, she was with her older sister Daphne and Anthony. In a lot of ways, Francesca looked like she could be both Daphne and Anthony's child because she looked like a mixture of them both.

The conversation in the dressing room was lively. Kate noted how Francesca was not much of a talker but she got her quips in now again. Apparently, due to the two-per-family rule, Anthony and Daphne had to wrestle with their mother for tickets. Luckily or unlucky their youngest sister, Hyacinth, started vomiting and their mother stayed behind relinquishing her ticket to Daphne.

They talked some more before Daphne said to Kate and Anthony "Why don't you two make your way out and find your seats? I can help the girls finish their makeup,"

Anthony gave Daphne a look she could not decipher and then got up, Kate did too, Mary would be here soon anyway. Kate gave Edwina a light kiss on the cheek and Anthony gave Francesca a kiss on the top of her head. The gesture was sweet it made Kate's heart constrict.

Anthony then led Kate out of the room and down the hallway.

It was quiet while they walked for a bit until Kate finally asked "Hey, did you ever get around to telling your beloved about your feelings,"

Anthony sighed, they were in the seating area now and it was still empty "No, I haven't. There's no point. She's seeing someone,"

Kate’s heart quickened as she realised his implication “Anthony be serious,”

“I am serious Kate. When have I ever not been serious?” Anthony asked.

Kate walked a few steps away from him and Anthony walked a few steps towards her “I’m confused here, Anthony. Last month you called me the 'Bane of your existence,”

“And yet you also the object of all my desires. A maddeningly frustrating combination I tell you,” Anthony spoke and he looked at her with such adoring eyes that Kate felt dumb that she hadn’t noticed his attention before.

“You never said-”

“When was I gonna tell you, Kate? PTA meetings with your mother? Clubs with Simon? When I spot you and Tom on a date?” Kate wondered when the last one could have occurred cause she didn’t remember ever seeing Anthony anywhere she was out with Tom.

Anthony reached for Kate, Kate was going to let him reach her but then her phone rang. It was Mary.

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Concentrating during this recital was impossible. Anthony had told Kate how he felt and now she sat two rows from him, looking straight ahead. He wondered what she was thinking, what she was feeling. He felt like such a cad because Tom was a good guy, there was a point a couple of months ago when Anthony started to feel bad for slagging him off because Tom was not the problem. Anthony was the problem. He fell in love with a woman with a boyfriend.

He couldn’t even remember when it all started. He remembered first trying to avoid her and then bumping into her at PTA meetings and events. He noticed that when she was around her mother she tried to be on her best behaviour so he started taking joy in baiting her into arguments.

One day he and Kate got into a spat and Mary sent her away to get water.

Anthony felt himself flush when he saw Mary looking at him curiously “You know this is the first time 'the boy pulling on a girl’s pigtails’ story is starting to make sense to me?”

"I don't know what you mean," Anthony said to her.

"Sure, be a dear and tell Kate I went to the ladies," Mary said as she walked away.

Kate came back and Anthony informed her that Mary had gone to the bathroom "You know you and your mom are quite alike in your scrutiny?"

"Sure. Mary is a nurse so she deals with people who have done a whole bunch of weird stuff to their bodies in the hospital. It is quite interesting,"

"Yeah I mean you even look the same. The same discerning eyes,"

Anthony saw Kate go rigid and she said "That would be quite impossible but a nice thought. Mary's my stepmother she married my dad when I was 5 years old. 5 years later Edwina was born. My dad got sick when I was in law school but he didn't want me to take time off to take care of him so I actually doubled down and finished early. He died 3 years ago,"

"I'm sorry. If it's any comfort, it does get easier," Anthony replied.

"How long for you?" Kate asked.

"12 years," Anthony replied. It hadn't even occurred to him how much time had passed.

"Wait isn't your youngest sister 11?" Kate asked.

"Yeah, she was born a few months after his death. It was a tough time," Anthony explained. Usually, he was not forthcoming about his family but gave him a look into her life so he returned the gesture.

"I couldn't imagine. Edwina was a handful but at least she was 13. She could generally take care of herself," Kate responded.

“Yeah, I was the only one above 18 so anything that mother couldn’t do, I did. And there was a lot back then. Signing permission slips, pick-ups, groceries and doctor’s appointments. I kind of think that’s why I’m so organised even now. Despite things running a bit smoother now that everyone is older,” Anthony said only just realising how much he truly had to take care of, Kate put her hand on his arm and Anthony tried to ignore his speeding heart and the heat radiating off of that one spot.

“I mean I only had to worry about the fact that we were one paycheck down. I was still doing courses and training but had midnight shifts at bars and I did a bit of modeling at art studios. Anything and everything to keep us afloat. 13-year-old Edwina did not like having to learn how to take the bus and not being able to go on some school trips but once Danbury Law hired me it was a game changer. A good paycheck, way better than even my dad was providing. We finally could start having nice things again,” Kate said with a twinkle in her eye.

Anthony's heart ached for the Sharmas but mostly for Kate. It never occurred to him how dealing with his father's death would be made much harder if he also was concerned about money. If he needed a babysitter he could pay, if he was desparate he could send a car to pick up his siblings. Tutors, vacations, clothes and cars for Benedict, Colin and Daphne when they all turned 18. He even had his eyes on an electrical car for Eloise when she turned 18. Anthony wondered if anyone had ever actually gotten to spoil Kate like that since her dad had gotten sick and then he remembered Tom.

He remembered every bit of their conversation for weeks.

One night Anthony was drinking at a bar with Benedict when a guy approached him "Hello there cutie, can I get you a drink?"

"No, thanks but see that guy over there who looks similar to me?" Anthony pointed at Benedict dancing.

"Yeah he's like you but taller," The stranger said.

"He'll never let me forget it. You can buy him a drink," Anthony said.

Benedict was going through a rough patch and he needed a pick-me-up. 

Anthony on the other hand was actually having a peaceful month. I mean he would still argue with Kate when he saw her but the venom in their exchanges had lessened and they would often end their exchanges laughing. Portia had scolded them on more than one occasion during PTA meetings about their giggling interruptions but Kate's takes on Portia's attitude often made him chuckle even sometimes when Kate was not there.

The bartender had come and given the stranger, Henry, his drinks "You sure you don't want anything?"

"Yep, I'm good. Designated driver," Anthony replied.

"You know there's such a thing as Uber, love?" Henry replied.

Anthony chuckled to himself "This is exactly the conversation I was having with Kate the other day. She was giving me shit because I have drivers on stand-by instead of just taking an Uber, even though she only started taking Ubers this year," Henry smiled at him and Anthony continued "She's periodically late to everything now because she never factors in finding a driver time. The other week she was 30 minutes late to the PTA meeting because she let her Uber driver take her to a gas station so he could get snacks. I was like 'He could have kidnapped you' and she actually gasped and said 'Kaseem would never'," Anthony chuckled to himself "You know for a woman who spent her twenties studying the law she sure as hell does not know about the crimes that can happen to her. That being said if it was her sister-"

Henry cleared his throat “Anthony you’ve been talking about your girlfriend for a while now with no break,”

Anthony could feel the heat rising in his cheeks and gulped his bottle of water "Oh Kate's not my girlfriend. She's not even a friend. Besides she's seeing someone,"

"Oh. Oh," Henry said with the second 'Oh' sounding a bit softer and Anthony looked down not being able to stand the look Henry was giving him at that moment.

"We understand each despite not really coming from the same background. Actually, we don't have much in common really, she likes RnB and Jazz and I like Rock music. We really only connect because we are both the oldest," Anthony rambled.

Henry gave Anthony a knowing look and said "Relationships have been built on less," Henry began to walk away and then said "Look, maybe you guys are not endgame but it seems like she's already taking up your time even if it is just mentally. You should go for it,"

"She has a boyfriend," replied.

"Football teams have goalies," Henry replied walking away for real now.

Anthony remembered sitting in the PTA last month, waiting on Kate he wanted to show her pictures from Hyacinth's 12th birthday party. He wanted to show her she was right about Hyacinth loving the idea of a mermaid theme, he would obviously fake contrition but it worked with their dynamic. Anthony looked at his watch and realised Kate was late again, sometimes he wished he could be linked to her Uber account so he could see how far away she was. There was that option on Uber security to let you share your trip with friends and loved ones...

Loved ones.

It hit Anthony like a brick. He knew he was attracted to Kate before he knew her name. He liked their banter but over the last two months, it had become more.

He was in love with her.

Anthony scolded himself for being so stupid. He knowingly fell for a girl that is dating his friend. And even if Anthony gave himself leeway by saying Tom was not a proper friend it still didn't account for the fact that Anthony was sure Kate despised him. She hated everything he stood for. And for the first time in his life, Anthony felt shame. Shameful for throwing his money around everywhere, for treating people with less than like crap and even the idea that even if he got in a relationship he would not know what to do because he had never been in one.

Anthony sat and watched Kate, barely registering the students that went on one by one. Francesca was last as the instrument portion was last and Edwina was after intermission because the dance portion was second. Now Anthony listened as people sang and then a girl got on and she started to sing 'Dancing On My Own' by Robyn only it was a lot more slowed down, this was obviously in the mix of Calum Scott's version. Anthony felt every pang of the lyrics:

"And yeah, I know it's stupid But I just gotta see it for myself

I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh I'm right over here, why can't you see me? Oh And I'm giving it my all I'm not the girl you're taking home, ooh I keep dancing on my own, ah"

At that moment Kate got up and Anthony instinctively did the same.

"Anthony, where are you going?" Daphne asked.

Anthony didn't even stop to look at her when he said "I'll be back just now,"

Anthony felt a bit like a creep following Kate out of the theatre and down the hall. So he decided to call out her name but she just sped up so Anthony did the same.

Anthony finally saw Kate turn into the bathrooms by the dressing rooms. Not exactly main bathrooms but if the dressing room bathrooms were overflowing the performers could come out here and use them. Anthony knew too much about theatres and bathrooms thanks to the plentiful times he has seen Daphne dance.

He stopped at the door. Took a breath and opened it.

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Present:

Kate sat anxiously with Daphne on their couch waiting and then Simon appeared "So Anthony is stable. Turns out mixing prescription drugs from different psychiatrists is not a good idea,"

Daphne sighed relieved holding her pregnant belly "Thank you, Si. Did my mom say anything else?"

"Just that he is stable. Although she was concerned about how it took so long for anyone to find him," Simon said.

"You know Anthony. He keeps to himself, everything is so close to the chest," Daphne said.

Kate must have had a look on her face because Simon asked "Is there you might know Kate?"

"Not really. You guys know Anthony a lot better than I do," even though Kate's heart was hammering with relief with Anthony's condition she still felt a pain in her chest ever since she heard the news while having breakfast with Daphne and Simon.

"Kate, I don't think that is true," Daphne said.

"I have barely spoken to the man. We broke up over a year ago," Kate said getting heated.

"Yeah but ever since the engagement and wedding it seemed like you guys were at least friendly," Daphne said.

"Ah yes, the baby shower, where he screamed at me for not finding my own family to be a part of. Where he said I ruined his life and that he wished he had never met me. You mean that baby shower?" Kate asked choking up a bit at the end. Kate always thought the decisions she made were for the greater good. Justice and all that. But as she looked at a dishevelled Anthony during Daphne and Simon's baby shower she wondered if all the decisions she had made since she agreed to be Simon's Best Person was hurting Anthony and in turn his family.

"Kate, Anthony did not mean any of those things," Daphne said trying to calm her down.

"Yeah he clearly was going through a tough time and seeing you always hurts him," Simon said.

"Well thanks for the heads up, Simon. I have been hurting him with my presence for the last 7 months now. That information would have been helpful," Kate said now preparing.

"So you could do what? Not be a part of my wedding? So you could not be a godmother to my daughter? Kate I love you and Anthony is my brother now. I was tired of living separate lives with you two," Simon said with pain in his voice.

"Kate, we missed you," Daphne said softly like she was on the verge of tears.

"Maybe it's all for the best Simon. Daphne. Cause you are right Anthony is your brother and you have to prioritise family," Kate said as she left giving them no space to answer her.

She was sad, heartbroken and overwhelmed without even thinking she drove and drove until she was outside Mayfair private hospital.

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Sonic Senior Year - 6. In Danger

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September 9th, 2014 2:02 PM

Acorn Academy, Mobius City, Mystic Heights

   Tails kept his head down while getting into Robotics Class. He had been dodging Shadow all day, this was the one class that couldn't dodge him. He knew Shadow was usually late to classes, so he sat down.

   "Hey, Tails," Shadow said, and Tails yelped, scrambling to the other seat.

   'Tails, did you seriously just sit on him again?' Tails thought to himself. He blushed and looked at Silver to stop laughing.

   "You ignoring me, Fox?"

   "Huh... no, of course not," Tails stammered, "I just promised Silver we would spend the night..."

   "Then how come you're not looking at me?" Shadow asked, and Tails gulped, turning to look at the shit-eating grin that Shadow was shooting his way. "You just can't refrain from sitting on me, can you?"

   "I can... Thats my seat," Tails argued, and Shadow chuckled. Tails laid his ears back and huffed. "I knew you would make fun of me,"

   "Can you blame me? You're easy material," Shadow said, leaning in to whisper in Tails' ear, "I am very sorry for speaking out of terms toward Omega... I truly didn't know," He whispered so only Tails could hear.

   Tail's heart was fluttering... he didn't know how Shadow could be so incredibly domineering but so incredibly thoughtful at the same time.

   "You have been apologizing a lot..." Tails whispered, not knowing what to make of it.

   "Yeah, well... If my mother were here, she would have wanted me to be a gentleman... she was an omega," Shadow said, and Tail raised an eyebrow. He had never known that before. "Come back to the dorm, yeah?" Shadow said.

   "O-Okay..." Tails said, and Dr. Robotnik made his grand entrance right on time.

   "Alright, Imbeciles. Let's get to work!"

------- 5:20 PM    Tails was sitting on the bleachers at the field, waiting for his friends to be done with Soccer practice. He wanted to talk to Sonic so he would stop being mad at him.

   "Oh Tails, is that Tylonal? I have a massive migraine," Amy said as Tails pulled out his Heat Suppressant, which he hid in a Tylonal Bottle.

   "Oh, Sorry, Amy, These were the last ones," Tails said, taking a swig of Knuckles Hydroflask to wash them down.

   "You still hiding from Shadow?" Rouge asked, and Tails widened his eyes, "He told me you two have been playing cat and mouse at lunch,"

   "No... we are good now," Tails blushed as Cream, Charmy, and Amy looked at them intrigued. "I just want to hang out with the boys after they are done," he shrugged.

   "Sonic and I have a date," Amy said.

   "Silver promised me he would help me with my math homework," Cream said, and Tails sighed.

   "Well, I still want to talk to Sonic. He ignored me at lunch today," Tails muttered, resting his head on Amy's shoulder. "I don't want him to hate me anymore." Tails sighed.

   "Oh, he doesn't hate you, to be honest. I don't even think he remembers why he was mad at you. You know how he is," Amy said, and Tails huffed.

   "I'm gonna go use the restroom," Tails said, hopping up to his feet and running into the school in complete bad timing. The boys came over to the benchers to hydrate.

   "Hey, Where did Tails go?" Sonic asked, and Knuckles was looking for where he sat his drink. He always set it in the same place because he was a little OCD regarding practice and sports.

   "He went to the bathroom," Amy said, handing Knuckles his drink from Tail's seat.

   "Did you drink from this?" Knuckles asked, a little worried.

   "No, Tails did," Amy raised an eyebrow as this was an odd reaction from Knickles. He never usually minded sharing stuff.

   "Are you on something again?" Sonic found this reaction odd, too.

   "No, Of course not, I am just in a rut," Knuckles scratched the back of his neck, "I just don't want the little guy to experience that sort of thing,"

   Alphas had their ruts, and Omegas had their heat, but Betas didnt have to go through that. However, if you swap saliva with an alpha or Omega and are a beta, you could go temporarily into heat. If you are an omega swapping saliva with an alpha in a rut, then it is instant heat, and if you are in heat already, it only worsens it.

   "Yuck... and you backwash to..." Sonic made a face.

   "You know... I never really thought about it, but is Tails a beta?" Amy asked, and Silver gulped. "I have never seen him go into a rut like you guys."

   "Well, he sure isn't an omega. I would have caught his scent by now," Silver said and relaxed when there wasn't anyone opposing.

   "He has to be a beta, a fox-like him wouldn't be an Alpha. He is too adorable," Knuckles said, slapping Sonic on the ass and jogging back to the field.

   "Hey, you get back here!" Sonic laughs, running to slap Knuckle's ass to

   "Why do boys do that?" Cream asked

   "Everyone is a little bit gay," Charmy shrugged, and Amy scoffed.

   "Not Sonic. He is 100% straight," Amy snapped.

   "Yeah, and what about you?" Rouge asked, and Amy squeaked.

   "Of course, I am 100% straight!" Amy said before giving the Bat an earful.

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9:29 PM    Knuckles stayed longer than the other players because he strived to be perfect. Taking out much of his frustration from his rut helped, too. What wasn't helping was that there was an omega in heat close, almost taunting him with their scent.

   "Knuckles... I need to go to sleep soon," Jet groaned as he was exhausted, "I have tons of homework,"

   "Just a few more drills," Knuckles said, kicking the ball as hard as he could, "Come on, you didn't even try!"

   "I am tired!" Jet groaned.

   Knuckles huffed, putting his hands on his hips, and looked around to see if anyone else could help him with the drills. He remembered Tails was asleep on the bleachers and looked over there. "Hey... What are you guys doing?" Knuckles asked as several wolves were in the exact spot Tails was in.

   "Do you know who was sitting here earlier?" Mercer asked, his nose pressed against the bleacher, sniffing. "It was an omega,"

   "Quite a ripe one too... they are in heat," Declan lapped up the remaining slick on the bench, and the three other wolves snarled at him.

    "Great fucking job, asshole, now we don't have the scent fully... It's going to be hard to track him down now," Heath growled.

   "He is in heat, dipshit. He will stick out like a sore thumb tomorrow," Mercer slapped the back of Declan's head, "So... does anyone remember who was sitting here?" Mercer asked.

   "I wasn't paying attention," Jet shrugged, and Knuckles tried to play it cool.

   "Yeah, I was just focused on my form." Knuckles said, trying not to sound so urgent. He knew Tails was here just earlier and couldn't have gotten far.

   "Fine... Come on, Nancies," Mercer snarled, jogging off to search the campus.

   "I can do a few more drills with you," Jet sighed.

   "No, it's okay... Return to your dorm, and I will put everything back in the shed." Knuckles said, and the Hawk nodded and jogged off. Knuckles quickly grabbed his phone from his bag and called Tails.

   "Tails?" Knuckles called out as he heard the phone chiming. He knew that Tails heard him because his call was declined quickly after the ringing. He opened the shed and saw Tails hugging his knees and hiding his face behind his Tails.

   "It's not me, I promise..." Tails sniffled, and Knuckles sighed, stepping into the equipment shed, shutting the door, and sitting before him.

   "Tails... I might not be as smart as you, but I can put two and two together...." Knuckles sighed, "It's all my fault. You drank from my bottle, and now you're in heat. Guys on campus can be pigs..." Knuckles said guilty.

   "No... I started my heat yesterday," Tails said, "I should have been more careful. I am on extra super strength heat inhibitors, and I just slicked up from drinking from your cup." Tails knit his eyebrows together. "This isn't my first heat... I know better, I should have been more careful, and now the Wolf Triplets are on my tails..."

  "Not if I can do anything about it," Knuckles said, taking off his shirt and putting it on Tails, "go on to your dorm. Hurry before my sweat seeps into your fur. Immediately take a shower."

   "But-"

   "Go, we can text or talk tomorrow. Your secret is safe with me," Knuckles said, and Tails smiled, kissing Knuckles on the cheek and quickly running off.

   The Dorms were close to the field, and Tails did his best to dodge the triplets. Though they were all in a rut, and it was a full moon, they caught on quickly. Tails grabbed everything out of his sweat pockets and stripped them off before going into the stairwell to throw them off. Luckily, no one was on the floor, so Tails unlocked the dorm door and rushed in.

   Tails stripped off Knuckles shirt simultaneously, throwing it to the side."You do know I am still awake... right?" Shadow asked from his desk, and he was working on the prototype for Robotics.

   Tails froze like a deer in headlights, he had never been in front of someone in less than a t-shirt and shorts, and now he was in front of Shadow in his undergarments. "Wolf Triple-lets..." Tails panted, covering himself up with his tails before hissing, "Don't look at me,"

   "I can look at anything I want in our room," Shadow said with a smirk, focusing in on Tail's chest, "Why are you wearing that chest thingy,"

   "I am not wearing anything..." Tails said, scooting his way to the bathroom, 'Kill me now, please...'

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Content: Fluff, Small angst (Leona brain being mean to himself) Father Leona, Named child oc(Minenhle), reader insert, Leona referred to as Baba and Reader Zaza. Reader and Leona are written to be married. Placed after graduation from NRC. Ambiguous if Minenhle is bio, adopted, or some magically created baby.

Reader info: They/Them pronouns, gender neutral with neutral terms (spouse, parent, partner.) no bodily mentions (size, color, ect), no hair mentions. Reader characterized as playful with Minenhle and teasing with Leona.

Leona wasn't asleep. He laid in his bed, eyes closed, head buried into his lavish pillows. He didn't have the energy to move. The past few days were no good and it was really tempting to just sleep away the day. A familiar weight and movement drew his attention. Cheka used to do this all the time but now he was too big to be the intruder this time. Leona suppressed an amused sound attempting to appear to be still asleep. The intruder crawled on the bed and pushed their hands on the blanket that covered Leona's back.

"Baba!" they chirp, trying to shake Leona 'awake'. He faked a snore. They sighed and crawled onto his back. Leona smiled into the pillow before rolling over with a big faux yawn and stretch.

"I could have sworn I heard someone calling to me. It must have been a dream. Oh well, back to sleep," Leona hummed rolling back over.

"It's me, Baba,"

"Sorry I don't know someone named Baba."

"You are Baba'"

Leona swivels his ear to show he's listening, "I am?"

"Yeah!" Leona's sight gets covered as his daughter leaned over his shoulder to look at him.

"And your Minenhle?" Leona asks.

"Yes,"

"I don't know a Minenhle," Leona smiles as Minenhle gives an offended gasp. His daughter gives him a soft slap on his cheek and a huff.

"Zaza wanted me to tell you to come eat but now I'll eat ALL the meat and you only get veggies," Minenhle jumps off the bed and runs out the room. Making sure she closed the door to further slow her father down. Leona felt the weariness settle back in. He turned his thoughts to his partner and Minenhle. The fact they were waiting for him for breakfast. Or was it lunch? He's lost enough time. He decided to push himself out of the bed, not bothering to pick up the blankets that fell to the floor.

He spied clothes set up for him. It must have been them that set them out. His lovely spouse. Not the servants, they kept trying to stuff him in stuffy clothes. Half awake he'd peeked at his partner, swapping out the clothes for more comfortable attire. He never mentioned it but appreciates it. He shrugged out of his pajamas and into his day clothes. He trudged out of the room into the hall. No servants were around which was in a way normal for them, at least normal for Leona. Even after his spouse moved in and the arrival of their daughter they still shook in fear.

Leona couldn't hold himself to care anymore about how people spoke of him. His partner, Minenhle and he supposed Cheka should be included as well. Adored him and whipped him into what he was now. His thoughts drifted to Minenhle's arrival. He could laugh at how shaky and anxious he was.

- - - -

His tail flicked in nervous agitation. Leona stood looking in a mirror. His braids were freshly done but he was tempted to regroom his name of hair. He started removing the bands holding the braid together but he realized. 

-Why am I preening myself like I'm going to a high class outing. A baby isn't going to care if I'm disheveled or not," Leona thought before rebanding the braid leaving the end a little wonky.

-What if they would?- Leona huffs hastily, taking down his braids and redoing them.

He's not desperate for an infant to like him. Hell he's not sure he'd like them all that much. He debated with himself before dressing casual. He gussied up his hair so his clothes can be lackluster. 

Leona walked as fast as he could push himself to go. He didn't want to be beaten by Cheka to see his own child. Cheka seemed to be more excited to see his cousin than Leona to see his child. It was sort of true. Leona was far more afraid of himself possibly being a failure of a father than excited to be one.

Leona spies fiery hair passing and he recognizes Cheka sprinting down the hall.

"Hey, Cheka" Leona drones and his nephew spun around with a bright smile on his face. A gift bag in his hands

"Yes Uncle LeLe?" Cheka grew out of calling him 'Unca' but just swapped to a new childish name. Cheka had a big growth spurt coming up to mid chest opposed to just coming up to his hip.

"What's that?" Leona asks, pointing off to the side. Cheka immediately looks towards the direction. He diligently looked at the floor and halfway up the wall for whatever his uncle saw. Leona took this to sneak pass his nephew and make leeway.

His partner was first to see their child before being sequestered to a private guest room to hide from snooping servants. Leona felt smug seeing Farena and his sister-in-law outside the door. They hadn't been allowed to see his child before him.

"Leona, they've been waiting for you. They want to name her with you."

His sister-in-law was the one to speak but Leona didn't react. He has a daughter?

"Open up, it's the father," Leona knocked. A rising dread seems to fill his chest first during the silence before the door opens. A meerkat beastman doctor lets him in before excusing herself. Both the doctor and his wife had to pull Farena away from the door to prevent him from attempting to catch a peek of the baby.

Leona closes the door then makes his way to his spouse. They sat in an armchair, a bundle in their arms. It was so small, the bundle. Leona almost couldn't believe that it was an infant. His daughter.

Settling to his knees. Was he too big or her too small? Too fragile. Are his hands too strong? Are his nails too sharp? Would he tear this innocent being apart without meaning too. He's hurt people before. Could he hurt her?

He pulled some of the blanket back to see his daughter more clearly. Shouldn't he be overwhelmed with love and adoration? Isn't this what fathers are supposed to feel. It was what Farena described seeing Cheka. How the once annoying whoops of joy are now back in a new mocking form.

-You're a lacking father. A lacking partner. You don't deserve this. You can't deserve this-

She was asleep. Peaceful and unknowing of her father's turmoil. Plump, healthy infant, just a tad small. Leona flinched as his spouse moved, knowing what's next.

"Dove, I can't." "Yes, you can."

"I'll hurt her." "That's something you can't do. You wouldn't allow yourself to do that."

Leona didn't respond. He stiffened as his spouse leaned the baby on him and adjusted his arms to hold her properly. His sister-in-law has been giving lessons to them but Leona was too wired to attend.

Ears twitched from under the blanket letting one small ear escape. She yawns, only gums. Leona vaguely remembered that Cheka didn't open his eyes right away.

"Talk to her."

Leona settled onto his heels, careful not to jostle the babe in his arms. What do you say to a baby? Leona settled on introducing himself.

"Hey. I'm your father. I like meat," Leona winches from how awkward that was. Who is he right now, Idia Shroud?

The babe twitches her free ear before giving a gurgle laugh. Leona looked at the other parent in the scenario.

"Did I say something funny?".

"She likes your voice, Leo. I like daddy's voice too," Leona sighs as his partner tickled their daughter's stomach through the blanket.

Leona curses letting his guard down.

"I wanted you to name her," they waited for him to resign himself before continuing, " I know you're having a hard time feeling like you'd connect with her so I thought this would help."

Leona understood and later down the line would appreciate the thoughtfulness. Now he's a wreck.

A few seconds felt like hours before Leona said the first name that came to him.

"Minenhle,"

They repeat the name while laying their hand on her. There was a knock briefly before Cheka came in bag on one arm and something clenched in the opposite hand.

"Hi!" He said walking in without closing the door. Farena was once again pulled away by his wife and the doctor.

Cheka basically bounced over. Leona eyes him as he hands the bag to his spouse and something to him. A painted wooden bead. Leona quirked an eyebrow.

"It's what I found where you pointed."

Leona pockets the bead. The rushles as it's opened Leona turned to see what Cheka got for his cousin when he felt a tug. Minenhle grasped his braid. It must have brushed against her as he turned and she grabbed it.

"Do you like my hair? You better I made it all fancy for ya." Minenhle gave it another tug.

A baboon obscured his sight. He leaned back taking in the plush toy that was bigger than his daughter. Cheka seemed proud of it. Later learned he used his own allowance to buy it.

"Uncle LeLe can I hold her?"

Leona was hesitant that Cheka would hurt her. He barely trusted himself. A hand on his shoulder relaxed him. He halfheartedly told him to sit in the chair. Cheka plopped down excitedly in the chair. Leona watched his spouse walk to the door probably to tell Farena to wait a minute more. He guided Cheka the same way he was. Minenhle supported and laying on Cheka's chest.

The door opens, not knocking and Farena let's himself in.

"Where's my beautiful niece!"

Sister-in-law laughed, his spouses sighed. Leona made eye contact with the baboon.

- - - -

Leona pulled off his blanket swinging his feet off the bed and rested on the floor. Minenhle has been colicky. Leona watched his spouse use all their energy to care for her. They were tired. Weeks of bare minimum. Leona looked over to them. His hand trailing their shoulder. He sighed relieved they were not woken by the cries. He stood up and left for the nursery.

He notes that someone beat him to the room. Minenhle has lungs, that's for sure. Cheka leaded over the crib wall. He spoke something to Minenhle that Leona couldn't quite catch.

"Did you need something?" Leona asks not to sound so gruff and agitated as he did.

"I heard her crying and wanted to help," Cheka looked up to his uncle. Leona picked his daughter. His ears flatten to attempt to block out some of the noise.

"Go to bed, Cheka. I don't need your father to admonish me for your choices." Leona let Cheka cling to him in a hug. Cheka says good night, placing a chaste kiss on Minenhle's head between her ears.

Cheka scampers away from the room back to his own.

"What upsets you so much? Is it because you still can't eat meat? Not a single tooth." Leona thought talking to Minenhle might help. She likes the deep tones. The rumble it brings to his chest. It doesn't seem to be enough.

Leona paces, attempting to rock her the way he's seen his spouse and sister-in-law do.

He circled the room. He rocked, bounced, and rubbed her back. Eventually he laid down on a hammock. It was hung next to a bookcase. A place for laying in during tummy time. Swaying and reading to Minenhle.

-Good for brain development. Languages learning and identifying caregivers.- Leona remembers someone saying that. Was it Kifaji? Possibly

Settling Minenhle on his chest right over his head; he reached over, swiping the first book he could grasp. He looked at figuring it was better than not doing anything. Flicking on the little lamp of the bookcase, shaped into a lantern flower, he began reading.

-

"But we're friends and that's a fact." Leona reads the final line. He shut the book, feeling a little ridiculous for having read it. He lightly tossed it onto the bookcase and a hand found Minenhle's back. She was in a restful sleep. Something Leona would not mind joining.

- - - -

Leona knocked off the memories as he registered that his name was being called. His spouse looked at him concerned and he smiled reassuringly. He noted that the food set out was untouched.

"I thought you were going to eat all the meat? Seems like there's some for me? Perhaps you'll be the one eating veggies." Leona noted. He didn't question Cheka sitting next to Minenhle. He had started eating with them instead of his father.

"I'd be rude to eat it all on Father's day. It was just to get you to move your butt," Minenhle jests. Leona didn't want to admit he had forgotten the date.

"Right I knew that," he lied.

Cheka leaned down to pick up something set in the chair next to him. He came up with something that looked akin to a crown.

"Hlele wanted to make it for you. I helped a little," Cheka beamed and Leona plucked it from his hands. He gave it a cursory glance before plopping it on his head.

"Thanks," Leona says sitting next to his partner. Leaning towards them, cheek tilted towards them. A sign he wanted a kiss. He leaned against the back of the chair satisfied when he got it.

"I wanted to make it look like that because you remind me of that prince from the story book. The lion prince with the snake." Minenhle couldn't recall the story name.

Leona filed through his brain before she recognized what she was talking about.

"Change of plans," he stands from his chair, "you're now lunch." He held his hands out in mock claws before stalking towards her. Minenhle slid off the chair crawling out the other side of the table.

"Don't run from me. You should have paid your taxes."

Leona just strolled after her hands in his pockets. She'll tire herself out then he can eat.

"You should eat what meat you want before they return. They're like black holes," Cheka nods at the advice and starts making his plate.

- - - -

Bonus:

"Zaza, why does Baba call you, Dove?"

They glanced at their sleeping husband

"He told me a while ago before we got married that "I flew into his life and wouldn't leave". At first he called me Flying Rat or Batty. Then Birdie. Finally Dove after we got married."

Minenhle giggled as Leona sat up putting an arm around their waist before flopping down, trapping them into his arms. Minenhle crawled over one parent to squeeze between them.

"Said you wouldn't tell them." Leona pouted eyes closed.

"I said I'd think about it, no promises were made." They placed a kiss on Leona's nose. Leona's face scrunched before relaxing.

"Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep." Leona says no malice in his tone.

[weirdships000]

TW for violence.

Zane was walking through the halls of phoenix drop high, he was currently ditching his classes because he didn't have the energy to be in a class of people he hated. Zane was looking for one of the Shadow Knights, recently he'd been on pretty good terms with all of the, especially Gene, so he felt comfortable going to hang out with them.

Zane couldn't find the Shadow Knights, which was odd since he knew most of the Shadow Knights hangout spots, so he decided to just leave the school, he didn't have the energy for this school anyways.

Zane walked out of the school, he passed the alleyway next to the school and heard grunting, Zane being as curious as he was decided to see what it was, it was Gene fighting with Balto, Zane's one working eye widened, Gene and Balto were the two toughest people Zane ever met, they usually were very civil with each other, sometimes they even worked together.

Zane had never seen them fight before, it was like watching two wolves go at each other, there was blood and bruises on both of them, they both seemed to have broken noses and a few broken fingers, they also seemed to both be missing teeth, Gene already had a few missing teeth from fights he was in and Zane knew Baltos very back teeth were missing because when Balto left teeth marks in Zane after beating him there were missing teeth in the patern.

Zane was both terrified and excited to witness this, terrified because of the general threat about being around these two when they're in bad moods and excited because it looked like Balto was losing and Gene was winning, plus Zane always found watching Gene fight hot.

Zane stayed just out of view.....or so he thought. Gene saw Zane out of the corner of his eye, Gene stopped scowling and started smirking, Gene decided in that moment he was done playing with Balto, he grabbed Balto by the hair threw him to the floor and started banging his head into the concrete floor, Eventually Balto was knocked out in a pool of his own blood.

Zane felt goosebumps form on his skin, especially when after Gene knocked out Balto he looked Zane in the eye and grinned.

"You know spying on peoples personal affairs is rude?" Gene spoke.

'Fuck.' Zane thought, people who piss of Gene don't usually have a good time and spying definitely is something that pisses Gene off.

"Hiiiiiiiii Gene, how are you?" Zane asked awkwardly.

"oh I'm fan-fucking-tastic, I just finished beating up fucking Balto only to realize I'm being spied on by a little annoying nerd." Gene says in a tone dripping with sarcasm.

"In my defense, I did not mean to to spy on you, I heard the fight and wanted to see what was happening, I did not know it was you or Balto who were fighting." Zane replied.

"Well why didn't you go away once you realized it was me?" Gene asked.

"Because........I think you're pretty when you're covered in blood." Zane responded awkwardly.

Gene blinked a few times in a row in a way that said 'Wtf', before he responded with "You think I look pretty covered in blood?"

"Well.....yeah, you're gorgeous." Zane spoke.

"Thank you, I didn't think anyone thought that." Gene spoke.

"Who couldn't think you're gorgeous, you're you!!" Zane replied.

Gene smirk turned into a soft smile. "Since you have managed to make me not want to kill you, you can leave."

"Thank you Gene!!!" Zane said in a gleeful voice, he was always happy when Gene was happy with him.

[hellguarded-moved]

≥ INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM: @fanaticist ( "SOURCE" );

11. a  drunk  /  drugged  kiss. from jo to ig 🩵

after his late afternoon classes he needed to stop by in the library for some extra literature; and then spent an extra two hours there, figuring that he might aswell get a bit of a headstart on his next assignment. it also meant he needed to carry one less heavy textbook back home.

home, where he'd been greeted with nearly uneasy silence. the post-it note that he found stuck to the fridge revealed the reason to him.

i'm at 303 come stop by after you're done being studious mr. officer xx

he supposed that also explained the noise he heard along the way. a heavy sigh escaped, as the sweet way his roommate had addressed him played at his nerves, snatching the piece of paper and crumpling it up in his annoyance, before throwing it away. despite that, however, he would decide to go pay johan, and by proxy, the party, a visit anyway.

just to make sure that idiot wouldn't get in trouble again— and not because he liked him and his company. definitely not.

something more casual and comfortable was put on, though judging by his expression it was apparent that the young man was tired. brows furrowed in further frustration as he approached apartment 303, all the noises far too loud for his liking. stepping inside and he was immediatelly greeted by a couple familiar faces, putting on a fake smile before being handed one of those cheap beers in a plastic cup without even asking for it. and despite expressing gratitude, he couldn't help but roll his eyes a bit.

a small sip was taken, if only out of politeness ( despite quite literally no one really paying attention to as much, but he couldn't help it! ) before eyes began to wander. he could swear that somewhere amidst all that cacophony of sounds, he'd heard johan's voice somewhere. though actually finding the fairhead was a bit more difficult.

eventually he did. a bit further in the back. glued to someone else. typical. this time, ignis had managed to swallow back the disappointed sigh that threatened to escape, but he wasn't shy in slapping his hand on the taller's shoulder, giving it a light tug. " hey, do you mind? hi, " the emphasis placed on the greeting spoke of his mild exasperation to find the other slutting himself out again, though he really shouldn't have been surprised anymore at this point. more than anything, it was to remind him that he'd asked ignis to come in the first place, no?

barely acknowledging the other boy his roommate had been kissing, he gave johan an expectant look with a hand upon a hip. drunk, if he had to guess, maybe more, if his flushed visage and the way he held himself up were to speak for anything.

" oh hiii, ig! " and immediatelly johan's arms were thrown around ignis' own, sending him off balance just a bit.

" hey, watch it, " the chastising was quiet, and likely would go unheard by the other. more than anything he was more worried about getting the beer splashed on either of them— why was he holding onto it still in the first place? with that realization dawning on him and a faint grunt, he set it aside at the nearest table. " you good? having fun i see? " a brief glance was cast beyond broad shoulders, noticing the other boy get just as fed up and simply leaving; clearly this wasn't any sort of long-term engagement... and yet, it made the hound smirk to himself.

" aah, yeah, mmm—— this is— " turning around, but his company was nowhere to be found. the blonde's shoulders dropped as they went slack in his disappointment. " awh, fuck man... "

" aww, he left you? what shame, " he couldn't even pretend that he truly felt sorry for his friend. for actually ruining it for him. " guess you're stuck with me for the night, hmm? "

" guess so— i mean, i dunno... can ya kiss me as good as he did? "

" better. try me. "

johan didn't need to be told twice to do exactly that; especially in his feebleminded, drunken state. with needy hands grasping at tanned features, the kiss was practically forcibly stolen, and all for himself. hungry, with the way he so nearly devoured the other, but the control was fleeting as ignis' own hands were pressed to broad chest, pushing against it until johan's back had met the wall, forcing a grunt to vent into their connected mouths.

he wasn't even opposed to it, made no attempt in regaining control back, simply allowing himself to get lost in all that was ignis; the way his lips felt against his own, the way he pressed his body more into roaming palms. not pulling away until absolutely neccessary, with a loud enough gasp to fill lungs with air once more, " y-yeah. better... definitely better... "

[tardytothesimspardy]

Back Again

After only a month

For the record, Demi and Shawna are very much in love and like being together, no matter what those dumb fear blurbs keep saying.

Anyway, I've been working to have Demi graduate so that I don't have to continue playing through the least interesting aspects of university, and I'm glad to say that she's graduated!! She finished all the schooling, has a degree, and can get a job where she is immediately boosted to level 8 right off the bat.

But not before trying to nudge her position in the spirit club by getting at the dumb Dragons,

and then trying to make a robot and almost dying.

While that was happening, I decided to try to give more of a focus on Eva and Ali, since they are both carriers of the short end of the stick (they fight over it). Ali is increasing her computing knowledge by learning to hack things, simply modding games isn't enough for her anymore. She doesn't bother changing her grades, a C is fine, right? Besides, she wouldn't get 100 smackaroonies from cheating her grades.

She tries to brag about it to her family, but she's really the one computer-savvy person. Things are somehow less impressive when you have to elaborate so much.

So far, both Ali and Eva have one friend each, who are not connected to the Brokes in any fashion, and that's okay with me. Ali usually facetimes her friend, but Eva's friend tends to come with her after school.

Oh yeah, side note, I gave Ali a bit of a makeover, I felt like she looked too,,, old? She feels a little bit more like a teenager to me now. Eva also got a makeover.

Slight reason for concern, because it seems that someone is out to get the Landgraab's, after Ashlee (Shawna's sister) and Eva (Shawna's step-mother) are killed in quick succession. Fortunately, Shawna doesn't have the name or fortune of the Landgraab's, only the face of one. And that's not a crime.

After hearing news of Ashlee's death, Shawna visited the Landgraab mansion, and met her brother, Nick Landgraab.

He has an unfortunate hairline.

Around the same time, Demi's final term of school was coming to a close, and she was really stressed about it.

I had her go to an office hours for one of the classes, and it said that she would fail it if she didn't shape up (which was concerning for multiple reasons), so I had her use the research machine that Shawna has for work, and it seems like it did something, because she didn't get anything below a B for her final grades!

After she got her final grade, she took herself out on the town, and worked on her comedy (definitely needed some work).

The next day was her graduation ceremony, where, like Shawna before her, she celebrated with people she did not know at all, went into a rabbit hole, and is officially done with school! Hooray for Demi!!

[melon-official]

HI. for ramen water (if. u don't want to do all of these. understandable. i'm most curious about the bold ones)

[Tier 0] 6, 8, 29

[Tier 2] 8, 26

[Tier 3] 10, 11

[Tier 4] 2, 13, 23, 28

[Tier 5] 13, 16, 28

of course im going to do all of these what do u think i am? sane?

6. Living situation; where do they live? How did they end up there?

ramen water shares an apartment near the square with seven roommates. they all found each other through turf war or squid craigslist, and their place has the energy of that one tiktok of the eleven person brownstone house tour (wait, it's actually sixteen. oh my fucking god) and it's like an ecosystem in there. somehow their individual chaos balances each other's out perfectly

8. Favorite weapon class and why? 

chargers, probably! although the heavy splatling is his all-time fave and he's quite fond of the splatana wiper. his favorite "category" of weapon is really anything with a wave breaker; the only reasoning for his choice of weapons is a note in his earlier concepts that says "mains what i main". he's evolved a bit from that, but he's still a player-character guy at his core

29. What’s a situation that would make them cry? Do they cry easily?

this is an interesting one. i don't think ramen water's opposed to crying, but i don't think it comes quite as naturally to him as it would to most of my other characters. he's more the type to simmer, speak his mind, or outright get into a full-blown argument first, and crying is more of an afterthought for serious stuff when he actually manages to sit down and process for awhile

8. Any details about their appearance that they’ve put a lot of thought into?

all of it all the time!! his "standard" appearance/mimic is crafted to suit him and it's something he's done for so long that calling it to mind is second-nature. in that context, he's not keeping specific tabs on it—if he's messing around with smaller features he does have to keep them in mind for awhile or they'll change back. —that being said, mimicking top scars is something he's put long-term thought into + worked through a host of doubts about.

26. Do they care about “being fresh”? Have they ever cared and how did it show?

yeah, lol! but in the same way that he cares about being (his version of) put-together, or being good at turf. i think it's just something that's part of his life so he wants to be decent at it. (he also loves barazushi merch so the freshness rating is like a bonus collectors incentive to him)

10. Something they feel is extraordinary about themself?

rw absolutely revels in his self-created whimsy and his refusal to care about how others see him. he thrives in his own unknowability + while that in and of itself can cause him issues, he's also really comfortable in his own skin + knows what he's capable of!

11. Something other people see in them that they don’t really see?

in general, his persona's so carefully crafted (physically and socially) that there's really not an assumption someone could make about him that he isn't already aware he's implying :/ this isn't really an answer to the question, but i think the closest anyone gets to this kind of thing is isaiah, who can relate deeply to his relationship with the nss and why glory's argument with him tore such a rift in their friendship for awhile. that, and he'll occasionally mimic features of someone he's thinking about without realizing it, cuz his mimic ability is that ingrained in his life/thoughts. (and thats my justification for swapping hairstyles/gear in-game without going thru the whole character creation screen)

2. Have they ever intentionally hurt anyone? How?

that is a GOOD ASS QUESTION and almost for sure the answer is no, he hasn't. i think the closest he comes to this is being a little too defensive over misunderstandings or the time he was playing softball with his roommates and broke a window (one of the roommates was the softball)

13. What kind of morals do they follow and where did they learn them?

ramen water grew up in his moms' very kind and even more matter-of-fact care, which i haven't really put a lot of thought into besides that they're kind of like this and he loves them very much. so he's very dedicated to his passions + goals and lets smaller things slide off his back easily, but when something offends him, BOY is it an offense. on a similar note, one of the reasons he works so much is cuz he's determined to make it on his own and insists on paying his rent + expenses out of pocket, even though he wouldn't have been desperate to escape his living situation. he just wants to be a big kid. he definitely still visits home regularly

23. How do they deal with bad emotions? Do they have any tried-and-true coping mechanisms?

as his mom(s(??)) would say, "While we can use the label negative [...] it’s important to acknowledge that all emotions are completely normal to experience." i'd say he's better-equipped than most his age on handling stress + knowing how well he can navigate different situations... he's solid on terms of accepting his emotions + putting effort toward understanding them. howeverrrr, that doesn't make these situations easier to handle in the moment... he spends a lot of time in his own head trying to unpack that without reaching out for another opinion, working late or even just doing menial tasks instead of sitting down to feel the weight of those emotions. it's a coping mechanism as much as it is an avoidance tactic; if a situation's dire enough he's prone to thinking about it way more than he needs to, ruminating over all sorts of possible explanations and generally not giving himself very much credit at all.

28. Are they a person that gives or takes more? Is it intentional?

in small ways he takes more: there's a perpetual battle over snack stealing in his apartment and he tends to act in his own best interests whenever he gets the chance. on a larger scale, though, he unintentionally tries to do neither; he's not a giver or a taker if he can just stay out of the way

13. How hard is it to get to KNOW them? Are they an open book or does NOBODY really know them?

one HUNDRED percent in FULL seriousness there is not a soul on earth who Really Knows them, ramen water included. his identity and his personality and everything he knows about himself is like a piece of the puzzle, but he's been swapping and layering all kinds of masks for so long that he really doesn't know what he's like without one. maybe under all those layers there's nothing. glory's the one who knows him the best, with isaiah and his moms at a close second. or, at least, he's the most genuine with them. his roommates and his penpal lemon see him w/o a decent amount of filter; his coworkers probably see about the same amount (maybe even less if he's particularly tired or running on autopilot). he defaults to oversharing just enough to keep people from asking questions about him

16. How would they describe themself?

exactly the way they want people to see them, really. talking about himself to himself is a whole other animal and the answer varies wildly with his emotional state, but he tries not to be mean

28. Has their appearance or character changed over the years? How and why?

metawise? ramen water, like honeydew, is sort of a stand-alone character in this hero mode universe, but the nature of him as an avatar in my game means that he gets all sorts of extra connections and bits that don't quite make sense. there's no canon reason for him to have a penpal or be on a competitive team, etc etc etc, but his persona is funny enough that i keep him around all the time + bits of those experiences leak into his character. i think it's also worth noting here that he and honeydew are distantly related + i made this happen for the sole reason that i make them both run around on my switch

since u read this far i'm also handing u half a fun fact: he does have a real, legal name that's not ramen water. i have made this name known to zero people and im trying to keep it that way for as long as i can so everyone just has to call him ramen water forever

[cryptometaphor]

Sarah: (complaining how her area needs a transit)

Me: Did somebody say MONORAIL?!

Sarah: Oh boy here we go lol

ACP Admin: Jim wants to be the grifter from Simpsons

Me: You're God damn right. Someone ought to be the contractor and that someone ought to be me.

ACP Admin: Private contractor? Class collaborating IS fascism Jim... Corporatism

Me: The Soviets still thought in-terms of cash. Dollars, rubels, why not pay people in scratch-offs?

ACP Admin: What? Sarah: I do wanna hear this more indepth.

Me: You speak of equity. Equal result not equal opportunity.

ACP Admin: That's Kamala's shit not mine

Me: Well whatever. My point is, if you got paid in lotto for what you do, you the value of the dollar couldn't be compromised. We know who wins and when, therefore mobsters couldn't forge the money either. It could be done digitally via crypto as well to add further...

ACP Admin: Again with crypto

Sarah: LOL but babe, how would people get paid in the now?

Me: Like... Right now?

Sarah: Like, say I work at McDonald's for a week

Me: Yeah you get your weekly allowance of scratch offs.

Sarah: No, I get that. But if I don't win shit? How will I eat or pay my bills?

Me: You don't

ACP Admin: So people just die?

Me: Maybe, hopefully...

Sarah: Or like, why are people getting paid in scratch-offs but businesses are getting paid in genuine money? Like, what's the point of them having money if individuals can only be paid in "maybe you get money later"? So if I do win a scratch off, win 200 dollars, buy groceries. Does the store's owner or employees see any of that money or does it just go back into the system?

Me: God I love how smart you are to see an idea through.

Sarah: Flattery won't save you this time. Answer the question.

Me: Yes, it's as you said. It goes back into the system so the value cannot drop. People only get paid in scratch-offs. We have ways to calculate a decent number of scratch-offs per employee.

ACP Admin: BUT WHY THOUGH

Me: Why anything?

ACP Admin: Fucking nihilist. This is just capitalism with extra steps.

Me: I mean yes... I never denied that.

Sarah: It sounds like third world exploitation but right in your backyard.

Me: You got it.

Sarah: That's horrible.

Me: It's meant to be. It's the distortion of the Protestant work-ethic. Your value is determined purely by chance. But if you work really really hard, you get more chances.

ACP Admin: But in the end it doesn't even matter like Linkin Park.

Me: Precisely.

ACP Admin: Jim, you are not a communist.

Me: Never claimed to be.

ACP Admin: Why do you like this guy?

Sarah: Deep down Jim is a good person... Sometimes lol

Me: Maybe there's noone in your life you'd work for till you dropped dead janny. But I know one person I'd do it for. Only one person.

Sarah: See? Shit like that.

ACP Admin: That's psychotic.

Me: It's purpose in a world absent of purpose. You're gonna work anyway, you do so right now. You're judged harshly underpaid for work well above what you need to be doing.

ACP Admin: THAT'S WHY THERE'S THEORY

Me: And I'm giving you theory. Trust me. This would appeal to human nature. Just world fallacy. Those who win, will feel like they won because God decreed it or they did a big enough work load. If I worked 16 hours a day for 6 days a week for a year, won a billion dollars. I earned it. Not like just being the son of the boss and making 100k where my coworkers are normally making 30k.

ACP Admin: That's entirely why we believe in socialism so that happens less. Your answer is just monkeys paw liberalism.

Me: It is.

ACP Admin: Is it gonna feel fair someone works 4 hours for one day and wins a billion?

Me: Nope, and that's the point. It'll either drive others mad or make them work harder. I don't care either way. Get violent and collapse my system.

ACP Admin: God you're evil. (I start laughing)

Sarah: Ooooh that's his flattered laugh like you just said his dick is huge lol

ACP Admin: It wasn't a compliment

Me: I'm taking it as such

ACP Admin: Why are you so edgy? Like who hurt you seriously

Me: You could not begin to fathom the hurt of waking up every morning and every dumb twat is still alive, not beneath your feet. It's not enough they breathe, they argue, they resist, they take from you, ban you...

ACP Admin: Ok fucking Sipheroth, calm down. Like, that's what dialectical materialism is for. Not cartoon super villany.

Me: I choose cartoon super-villany. It's far more realistic

ACP Admin: No, you're just a sociopath

Me: Can a sociopath love? Can a sociopath mourn? Can a sociopath regret?

ACP Admin: Psychopath, whatever

Me: It's easy to say things, it's harder to do them. You claim you love your friends, your parents, this or that. Prove it.

ACP Admin: What? By working for literally nothing?

Me: By existing. By not giving into the desire to just end it all day in and day out.

ACP Admin: Jim you need medication. I don't mean that to insult you, I mean like you obviously have like severe depression or something. Normal people don't just open their eyes when they wakeup "WHY AM I STILL ALIVE?!"

Me: More than you think. It's a pretty common trait when your IQ is above room temperature.

Sarah: I mean he is right babe. Like everything bothers you, everything triggers this long verbose villain rant, you're in constant agony and that's not normal. I don't mean that like you have an obligation to be normal, I'm not normal either.

Me: Well it's easier for you dollface. If I looked as good as you, was as smart as you, was as charming as you...

Sarah: OH STOP if I was all those things I wouldn't be a femcel.

Me: You're not a femcel. Not anymore. That is the crux behind everything I do. Never again.

Sarah: What do you mean?

Me: We do things once and than it's over with. One task, one mistake, one chore, one regret, one life. Never again. That's how things get better.

Sarah: Would you go through it again for me?

Me: I went through it for almost 40 years to get to you, so yes. Hence the lottery system.

Sarah: How do ya both manage to make me depressed but also make me feel like a fucking princess lol

ACP Admin: Cause he's manipulative but too schizo to just be a calculated sociopath about it

Me: Stop lollygagging and go call your mama right now and tell you you love her. You talk about me. I do it. Sarah I love you.

Sarah: I love you too. I'm not your mama though lol. I mean sometimes you do feel like daddy.

ACP Admin: Ew. Well Jim, go call YOUR mom...

Me: She's dead

ACP Admin: Oh wow, I'm sorry I...

Sarah: No she isn't. I heard her just the other day

Me: She's dead TO ME

ACP Admin: You're such a fucking asshole Jesus Christ lol

[shannadreamgoddess]

heya! its the anon who gushed about story of arceus a while back (which was apparently over a year ago??? gosh it doesnt feel like its been that long.. still here, still keeping up! ^-^) and im back for round two !!!! this time with Actual Coherent Thoughts !!!!!!

i would like to say that i am also thoroughly enjoying fire & stone!! both you and mimi have done an excellent job writing it. my favorite chapters are probably the ones focused on adelaide's 'conversation battles' (for lack of a better term lol)- reading them gives me the imagery of the whole interaction being like a quick time event, with all the information, status updates, and planning being banners that flash up on screen- something like how the persona 5 battles play out, is my closest comparison. its so fun to read along because of that! that, and the fact that i do genuinely love how adelaide thinking out her next moves is written as well. a constant rotating thought of what moves to make, those move's consequences, their benefits.. the consequences and benefits of those consequences and benefits... shes always trying to think one step ahead of the curve, the paving of the future, even if in that haze of planning she forgets about the people she cares about in the present. ohghhhhhhhh

on that same sort of topic, also loved chapter 80 of soa and the 'deception fight' the crew had + the napkin conversation. the acting to play into vinae's low expectations of them all, the genuinely smart idea of how to communicate without scrutiny, reassuring each other that they're all in this together, and they'll get through it together... outstanding. clapping and cheering. cant wait to see where it goes from there. the bonus chapter is also a nice touch, just from the irony of learning team ganusi's backgrounds- pokemon of lower economic class, who were probably indoctrinated into becoming the people they are today through blind adoration and still being impressionable children at the time. and oh god i just noticed the parallel. they're indoctrinating vizon now. the cycle fucking continuessss auuuggghhhhh also. team ganusi absolutely killed that emboar right. twisting of the truth and whatnot. 'no officer we didnt kill that guy he simply was so stupid he killed himself. you can trust us we're guild :)'

anyways. splendid job on the fics. cant wait to see how they conclude. just imagine that im on my bed kicking my legs and giggling like a highschool girl whenever i read them. im having soooo much fun ^v^

(also... as a small side note..... do you perhaps have an artfight account/are planning on participating this year? lets just say someone would be fully willing to send some attacks of SoA or F&S characters your way... wink wink nudge nudge)

UWAAAHHH IT'S SO NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN. ;; I'm really happy you're still enjoying the story <3 I hope it's brought some nice comfort and fun.

SOSOSOSO - I showed this to both Mimi and Cam. They're both super happy, too <3. In FAS Mimi and I are having a blast including those conversational battles. But even more than that I'm having the time of my life watching Mimi write Adelaide. She's such a good character and she's absolutely fun to just mess around with, you know???

Like, setting up conversational challenges then compounding them with emotional challenges -- she's this fiercely oberservant thinker girl yet a single frown from Siranae is like Kryptonite to her (pic related).

I'm genuinely happy you're enjoying those conversation sections!! Some part of me always worried that maybe Fire and Stone was too boring or too dry to anyone but me but I've been pretty lucky to have attracted a reader base who is similarly into these kinds of vibes. ; w ;

And speaking of yeah!! SOA kind of had a similar thing in chapter 80, huh?? Having to outsmart instead of overpower - thank goodness for Loshjno. You know it's funny: Cam was the one to remember and point out that Avery could read but not write so it ended up making the scene even more challenging and fun to pull off than I'd initially thought it'd be! I loved it!

(Also oh my god I'm seeing it too now that you pointed it out -- Team Ganusi is just like Vizon. Who knows, maybe the teams that inspired Ganusi were ALSO like Vizon. Arceliaze is a FUCKING MACHINE, dude!!)

(And also bonus points for picking up on that last detail with the emboar -- I'm so proud of ya'll <33 It's funny because from the outside it looks like a perfectly bog-standard PMD story but all ya'll know better by now >:3 Well done~!)

But HUWAH WE'LL DO OUR BEST TO FINISH THEM!! We're in the struggle of trying to finish long fics - you know how it is. Especially with chapters that some say are as long as novellas all by themselves. We'll get the eventually, we hope!!

And finally…hmmm…I'm not actually sure about art fight. Only because I'm worried about being unable to fire back - I'm genuinely really bad at doing art except in sudden, unpredictable bursts. I could never be a career tumblr artist like some folks art ' w '; But Cam said I could probs just mark myself as an 'easy target'? I dunno, I'll probably think about it, fwah <3

Thank you so much for this, by the way. ;; Comments like these do always reminds us we're not just writing into a void and it makes the keystrokes feel that much easier…genuinely, it helped us today. >.< <3 Much love!!!