#anywho LOOK AT HIM. he is important. see him face

[dullahandyke]

[ID: Ryuunosuke Naruhodou from The Great Ace Attorney.]

Non-ace attorney guys (allo attorneys, if you will) I need to tell u about my dear friend ryunosuke naruhodou aka Phoenix Wright's canonical peepaw from turn of the century 18-1900s

NOT A TRAINED LAWYER he is an English major. However his gay best friend died so he went 'well I'll carry on his legacy ig'

His assistant is a 16yo wikipedia editor who seems to think of him as a small purse dog who will walk into traffic if she's not careful

^ 5 minutes after becoming his assistant she had to stop him from triggering an emergency alarm for funsies and eating the cheese from a mouse trap so tbh ? Not unwarranted

Has that certified visual novel (internal dialogue) but it turns out he's constantly mumbling it out loud and people are insulted by it

2 hours after he finds out his best friend in the world has died and he's been accused of killing him, he teams up with famed detective herlock sholmes (yes that's his name) in a showy display of deduction featuring a lot of snappy hand gestures and a seemingly-diagetic spotlight

Becoming a lawyer because of your best friend - because of the boy who stood up to protect you when nobody else would, dragging him out of antagonist status by revealing the truth of his father's death, being the defense attorney to his prosecutor, the blue to his red.... yeah, it turns out that's hereditary.

I swear up and down to high heaven he is wearing winged eyeliner. It's so noticeable when he's on the big screen of my TV

There are official animal versions of all the main characters and his is a mouse with ears the size of its head

[ID: an illustration of Susato Mikotoba and Ryuunosuke Naruhodou as animals in a chibi art style. Ryuunosuke is a blue mouse with large ears, decorated with blue flower patterns.]

^ his name is 'chuunosuke'

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Not main tagging this rn but it like lowkey kind of fucks me up how many of Jill's scenes with Clive you could give to another character and it would either fit that character better, or it just kind of dawns on you how little it would change the overall story if you removed the connection to Clive and Rosaria from her character and just left her time in the Iron Kingdom forced to fight in the war for the sake of innocent people (and her consequent struggle over killing)

[heartyluv]

Note: THEY’RE BACK!!! LOLLL I LUV THEM!! I desperately need to start doing some asks omg… Again, I’m doing them like this since it’s not glitchy when I save it and stuff, but if you’d like to go see the original or whateves, —click here— to check it out! Anywho, is it just me or has these two become comfort characters…? Like we already love Caleb but Camboy!Caleb and his wife…MY BAES!! I even feel like pink is their color. They exist somewhere out in the world, I’m sure 😏. Thank you for the request, luvly. I hope you enjoy!

Remember, HIS WIFE IS CHUBBY!!! LUV HER DOWNNN!!!

Creds to @/strangergraphics for the dividers!

Warning: Smut, sex is being recorded to publish online

Word Count: 2.5K

Camboy!Caleb/Reader - First Time

You were sitting on top of your husband, his hands hungrily gliding up and down your back as your tongues worked to taste each other. It was easy for him to get you like this—naked, in bed, and aching for his cock. But what brought you here this time?

The memories that surrounded your mind when you thought about the way he loved on you.

Only a few moments ago, you and him were relaxing and watching a movie together in the living room. Like usual, his head was on your lap as your fingers played in his hair the way he likes, and it was when you saw the diamonds of your wedding ring catch in the light of the media playing on the TV, that this surge of love sparked inside of you.

You began to think of all the moments you had with him. Like when he drove all the way to see you in person for the first time, when he called you every single day until you moved in together for him to somehow make it an occurrence that happens twice, and when he looked at you with such love and asked you to marry him.

He has single handedly changed your life for the better and you were so in love with him that it made your eyes water no matter when you thought about it. This man is the reason you see your body in a way you never did, why you now had a confidence that nobody could shake—why you were more than glad to have paid $30 for his monthly subscription, because it has turned into a lifetime of happiness.

After you leaned down and kissed the side of his neck, he turned to look at you with a smile. Once you whispered the words, “Can we…head to bed?” he already knew what you wanted and he was more than ready to give it to you.

So he took you where you wanted to go, stripped the both of you of your clothes and you climbed on top of him. The sounds of your sloppy kisses only made your pussy wetter the more desperate it became. Each time cock brushed against your stomach, your insides tingled with the need to have him inside of you. But you cherished the moments like this where despite how needy you or him could be, you didn’t rush. Savoring it was always important.

Your heart was pumping in your chest like his name was carved into it when you told him breathlessly in between kisses, “I wanna record it.”

Your husband pulled back, his face flushed and his soft hair messy from the way your hands found purchase within the strands. He licked his lips before answering you.

“Okay,” he grinned. “We can save it to look at it later like the other ones.”

You’ve filmed yourselves fucking before. That’s why he’s not thrown off by your request. But with those videos, they were private because you were in them. Caleb would never post them without your permission and he was 100% okay if you never wanted that. He kind of preferred it that way when it came to those. They were sacred to him.

With Caleb being a camboy, he is very comfortable with anything related to sex and his body. For a man like him, you’re far from surprised. But he made it very clear that there was never any pressure or expectations for you to film yourself with him just because you’re his wife. No matter how many comments begged for something with you two, if it wasn’t what you wanted, it wouldn’t happen.

You shake your head, giggling when he kisses your jaw. “I want to post it to your page.”

Caleb turned into a deer in headlights. Part of you freaked out about it, too. “W-we don’t have to. I didn’t mean to—”

“No, baby,” he soothes the worries he evidently sees swirling in your eyes. “Forgive me. I just…was shocked. I didn’t expect you to say that. But I’m definitely not opposed to it.”

“I think I’m ready. Obviously I trust you, and your fans seem really nice. And I think it’s hot.”

“Yeah?” he smirks, his hands grabbing your ass. “I think so, too. But I want you to make sure you’re absolutely certain. Your safety and peace of mind means everything to me. Once you’re up there, you’re there, pretty. Nothing to be ashamed of, just something to be positive about.”

It’s like there’s an angel sitting on your shoulder, staring at him with you like he’s the dreamiest man to ever grace the planet. And he is.

“I’m sure,” you nod after letting his words marinate. “You already take care of me. Should I not want to do it anymore or something, I know you’ve got me.”

“Of course I do.” His chest fuels with pride at how well he’s made you understand that he will always have your back—that he’ll always make sure you’re good.

“Let me get my phone.”

You climb off of him, watching how he leaves to grab his phone that he left in the living room. You’re happy to not feel any hesitation or relentless second-guessing in your mind when Caleb comes back, his still hard cock making you blush even if you’ve seen and had it in you too many times to count.

“Remember our safe word?” he gestures for you to stand and come to him.

“Apple,” you confirm, nuzzling your cheek in his hands when he holds your face.

“Good girl. At any point you want me to stop recording or you want to back out for any reason, you say that word and everything stops. Now, how do you want me?”

You press your lips together as you hum in thought, not even noticing how Caleb just stares. He’s so in love with you.

“Doggy? It’ll make a good angle and all that.”

“Then that’s what it’ll be.”

He opens the app he posts his content to so that he can make a quick announcement, showing it to you before he releases it.

Surprise video tonight. It’s a special one. Stay tuned.

“Gets them going,” he chuckles before tossing the phone on the bed. “Let me get you to myself a little bit.”

He leans down to kiss you delicately, your nipples tightening and your pussy desperate for him all over again. Even his cock never went soft.

You whimper against his lips, alternating between the bottom and the top. He lifts your leg to hook onto his hip and presses into you so hard that you’re certain he could slip inside of you with no hands in this moment if he wanted to.

“You still wet for me?”

“Mhm,” you mumble. His hands dig into your plush flesh like he’s addicted to the way that you feel in them.

“Get where I need you, baby.”

You can’t help but to sloppily peck his lips a few more times before you make your way to the bed and bend over it.

“You don’t have to do anything different, okay? Talk how we usually do, feel me how you usually do. This is still us.”

“Yeah…okay.” With that reassurance, you arch your back at the edge of the soft mattress, feeling how your pussy opens up for him like it obeys his presence alone. From where he stands, he reaches over from behind you to grab the phone and tells you he’s about to start before he presses the red button to begin.

It’s dim in the room besides the small lamp you have on, until the flash from the phone and the sound effect of a video in progress shifts the atmosphere.

He holds the phone in one hand and his cock with the other, inching closer to your waiting cunt. Caleb was already hard when he was prepared to fuck you nice and slow with you on top of him, but all the blood rushed to his dick when you told him you wanted to record and post it. He didn’t want to overwhelm you with his excitement, so he kept it casual and made sure you felt safe before anything. On the inside? He was elated.

“You really are soaked,” he says teasingly. Your body shivers when he takes his tip, rubbing up and down the slit of your puffy lips.

“C-Caleb…Fuck…” you shakily breathe out. You feel so much more sensitive for some reason—but you love it.

“Feels good?” He pushes forward so he nudges your clit to make you jolt. He can see the goosebumps pepper down your back and it makes him feel honored to bring your beautiful body such pleasure.

“So good…”

He tries to make sure the camera can see and hear how your slick clings to his cock like you do each other. Starting with your hole, he collects your juices and gingerly smears it up and down slowly. Sometimes he’ll make you think he’s about to slide inside so your cunt will clench in preparation to suck him in. He can never explain why he likes seeing you try.

“Look how badly she wants me,” he coos. “You want me too, baby? You want your husband?”

“I want my husband so bad,” you whine, pushing your ass back to make him give you want you want. “Please give me your cock, baby. I can’t…Please…”

“Push back for me a little more.”

Desperately, you follow directions. Then when you feel his cock right where you’re ready to beg him to be, you move your hips back at the same time he surges his forward. The sheets in your hands are balled up when he bottoms out.

“Yes…yes…” you cry and make your back bend more to take him deeper.

“We feel so good together, pretty.” Caleb won’t tell you how he nearly dropped his phone when your warmth covered him, but he’s sure the slight shakiness in the video will reveal that. When he moves back a little bit to see how your slick coats his length, the flashlight makes the beautiful sight glisten.

He can’t wait any longer than you can as he begins to fuck into you slowly to appease your aching pussy before his left hand grips your waist the harder he begins to pummel your heat. Your ass ripples off his pelvis with every purposeful thrust, making him slap it to watch his own personal tidal wave grow.

Your moans are far from exaggerated when his cock slides smoothly in and out of you. Caleb then takes his hand, sliding it up from your hip to move up and down your back. The simple band of his silver wedding ring with your initials engraved in the side with your arms splayed above your head and your giant diamond on your finger, is the perfect image of how much you own each other. Of how untied you are in your love.

The gentle sting of him rutting into you has you drooling unapologetically. The way he grunts and tells you how pretty you look, hardwires your brain to understand that you will always belong to him. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“My pussy is so good to me,” he grinds into you, his voice ragged from the bliss taking over his body. “She’s about to come. I feel it.”

The mix of his precum and your wetness makes a mess between your legs the closer you get. Knowing that this something hundreds—maybe thousands— will be seeing, makes you feel unstoppable. And it’s all because of your man.

“Caleb…I’m gonna come, don’t stop…” Your forehead presses into the sheets that smell like you and him. “Right there…i’m gonna—” His cock curves up when he shifts his hips to hit that spot that has you feeling like he took the stars and moon from the skies to make it yours everytime he causes you to feel this good.

“Let them see, baby. Give me what I like.”

All anyone watching the video will hear—besides the praising and the exchange of love—is the continuously slapping of skin and the way your weeping cunt tells everyone what he does to you.

His breath grows heavier the closer his orgasm gets when you keep squeezing him after drenching his length. Once his hips start to stutter, despite your sensitivity, you force yours back to help push his cum out.

“Oh, fffuck…” he bites his lip at your actions, his breath hitching when his load abruptly shoots out to make itself at home inside your walls and womb. You squeeze every drop out of his thick cock, feeling the spurts pump into your used and pleased body.

Gently he pulls out after he lets himself catch his breath as you shudder beneath him. You feel his warm cum leak out of your hole when he’s separated from you, falling forward and down your lips before slowly dripping onto the floor from the angle you’re in. Caleb lowers the phone so everyone will be able to see something so fucking beautiful. He knows you’re tired, but he feels like he’s already getting hard again just looking at the way your pussy quivers.

He immediately ends the nearly seven minute video, trying to ignore the aching pulse in his cock again at how you sway your hips.

“We’ll watch it together and you tell me if you still want to post it, alright?” he comforts you, helping you stand and kissing your neck.

You nod. “Did I do good?”

“Baby,” he caresses your sides. “You were fucking perfect. The camera was made for you.”

You sleepily—on shaky legs—turn around to wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his sweetly. “I feel so safe with you. Thank you for giving me that.”

You can’t explain why you’re so sappy right now, but Caleb loves and appreciates it. “Thank you for letting me be the one to do it.” He kisses your nose. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

“Please.”

Two weeks later, the video amassed over 700K views—so far. It’s more than anything Caleb has ever gotten on a singular piece of content he’s posted on his own. Here are some of the comments:

chubbyluvr:HE’S MARRIED?!?

iluv2cum:this is the hottest video on the internet..

itsjust4fun:did you hear how he talked to her……

cumminwithnoregrets: i knew he talked you through it but holy shit…

im0pen4business: the way she cries for him…they’re so hot

imn0rmal1sw3ar: THE RINGS…THEIR RINGS…

acidicluva: i need a part two. and three. with me in between.

pu$$yfairy: and if i said i need that?

luckycUm: i don’t know who to be jealous of

c0ckadmirer: he’s so sweet with her…i’m gonna be sick

calebst0pspenda: if he’s this filthy when he’s being sweet, imagine when he’s rough

iluv2cum: @calebst0pspenda spectacular, i need this in 4K

sleepygurlll: THE CUM ROLLING DOWN. WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS.

iluvlove: chat, how do we gate keep them?

lifeis2$hort: please tell me she’ll be in more videos omg

imjustchillin: yall better speak right about his wife. we all know caleb is crazy

sunshinutterfly: this is my third time this week coming back to this video and i am not ashamed.

A/N: It’s always so fun writing for them, but this one kinda hit different. I LUV YOU GUYS!! BYE!

P.S. This song is SO them.

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[shun-ie]

₍⁠₍⁠ ⁠◝ number one (shiota nagisa)

content : slow start!, college!au, top!student!reader!, amab!reader, x shiota nagisa, tall x short dynamic, mentions of ac characters, strangers to friends to fwb to lovers?, sudden confession, the reader is quiet and a softy, kinda ooc, giving head (reader as the giver), a watch that tells the bpm, lmk if i missed anything :)

shun-note : it's my vacation, though college starts this month. hope you like this! it's been on my mind for weeks. it's based on a short video i watched, though i don't know what it's called. it's another long fic. it's also random in a way pfft- confusing, but i understand it somehow. also, the normal bpm is 60-100. anywho, this is just fiction. 😭 SHOULD I MAKE PART TWO?

[not proofread]

in the university, there were four top students. not only in their department, but the whole college.

shiota nagisa and nakamura shiota. two of the top students. they are friends, but also see each other as rivals in academics. both of them were very competitive and popular throughout the institution.

another is akabane karma. he's from a different department. he's more laid-back but promising.

the top one student was pretty unknown, just a background character who was always three steps ahead of them. he never revealed his name and insisted on using the codename he always used, (codename).

life is pretty normal. y/n scanned his notes that morning, tweaking bits of information here and there. a small shuffling noise of the door made him look up. there, nakamura rio padded in with a smile, a pep to her step as she passed him.

he blinked before going back to his work. he twirled his pen in between his fingers as his eyes moved towards his digital wristwatch. seven thirty. half an hour left before class starts. and just like clockwork, a few more students enter the classroom.

a few opened the windows and drew the curtains open and some united with their friends. y/n puts away his things and sorts through his bag for a pack of candy his only friend insisted on having every morning. gummy worms.

"morning n/n," the familiar confident voice of akabane karma made him sigh. "oh, i can tell you missed me," he laughed out, taking the pack of treats from y/n's hand. "thanks!"

y/n leans back as the room filled with casual chatter. "you're supposed to be with the council president, making important decisions."

karma merely rolls his eyes. "nagisa can handle things without me." he fixes his bag on his shoulder, "anyway, i have to go. don't wanna be marked absent again," he winked and stuck his tongue out before darting out the door with a cheeky wave.

y/n and karma were like two peas in a pod. they've been friends since they were in diapers. though it didn't mean they would pursue the same career. and despite karma's department being on the other side of the building, he always squeezed in the time to come see y/n every morning, even though they walk together to the bus stop and take the same bus every weekday.

y/n watches as karma disappear before his figure is replaced by shiota nagisa. the top two and sometimes top three and the student council president. he hears his watch chime and he directs his attention to the red heart and numbers on the screen that was rapidly rising. 104 bpm.

he took a deep breath, ripping his attention away from the blue-hared male who slipped past him and brushed his shoulder. "stupid watch," he mumbles inaudibly as he hears shiota calm the class and prompted them to go back to their respective seats. 106 bpm.

"fuck," y/n whispers, running a hand down his face.

"i really think you should ditch that codename shit," karma comments as they sit down at the bleachers. the varsity players were practicing for the upcoming season's playoffs on the field, some students were scattered abouts, and the weather was just right.

y/n hums blankly, staring off into the sky, "yeah, no." he takes out his phone and checks through his messages from his mom. "i like this peaceful life. good grades, but no responsibilities tied to it. i genuinely like studying, but i don't want anything else that comes with it." it was true, his parents didn't expect him to have the highest or be the best, just as long as he has passing grades.

they were supportive of his choices, respected his boundaries, and didn't push him to be the best. he only needed one or two friends and good grades so he could have a good career. simple, but worth it.

karma grins, "i see... you want me to keep you all to myself." his smug face made y/n smile.

"man, the midterms are coming up," a student sighs as she sits a five levels down from karma and y/n with her friend.

her friend lets out a stressed grunt, "i know... i haven't even started reviewing yet. i also still don't understand koro-sensei's lesson!" she flails her arms, animatedly trying to explain what she thought the lesson was about. "- but then i find out, what i understood is so far from what my seatmate understood. so who's right and who's wrong?"

the nosey karma listened in, chewing on an apple. y/n leaned back and turned his phone on, hoping to drown out the ranting of his two classmates.

"a tutor would be great. but who? i asked around, even asked nagisa-san if he could teach me, but he said he could only understand half of it while the rest are stuck too!"

karma laughed to himself, "might have been admiring koro-sensei if they didn't understand." he threw his head back and cackled.

y/n rolls his eyes at his friend's antics. just as he was about to pull out earbuds, their next words catches his attention.

"what about that (codename)?" his classmate snapped her fingers in realization.

her friend beams. "that's right! but who is he or she?" her shoulders deflate as they hit a wall with their idea.

"project find out who's (codename)?"

y/n bites his inner cheek and stops listening. karma, who was leaning forward whips his head around and points toward the two. "are you not hearing this?"

"selective hearing works wonders, you should try it sometime," y/n retorts, eyes never leaving the notes on his phone.

karma finally stops and turns to his friend, "do you understand koro-sensei's lesson or whatever they're talking about?"

"what do you think?" y/n tilts his head.

his red headed friend stifles another laugh, "you definitely do."

nagisa paid attention to almost everything. almost.

"who is this (codename)?"

that was a thought he slept on every single night. he didn't know whether to be thrilled about getting to know who is behind the name or be agitated because he could never seem to surpass this person.

so as he walked into class that morning, he prepared himself for a fresh day. a fresh start. a mind clear of any thoughts. however as soon as he walked passed a certain seat, he nearly halted. who was that student?

a person that he caught in the corner of his eye, (h/c) haired student bowed down as if avoiding something. new thoughts bloomed in his mind.

"hey pres!" rio greeted with a smile, a hint of pink tinting her cheeks as she looked up at him. he returned the smile, missing the way their other friends shoved her teasingly as he took his seat one seat in front of hers. "so anything new?"

he hummed and shook his head, "nothing. aside from that confusing lesson the other week, nothing. the other section hasn't said anything either, so i guess there isn't much happening today." not was he only diligent, but he had countless sources as well.

rio let out a satisfied sound. "no stress today."

"what about in your life pres? anything new? like new crushes . . ." their friend who sat beside rio hinted with a sly smile. the latter perked up in interest, a look of innocent wonder on her face.

nagisa shook his head firmly with a small smile. "no." he then turned to his table, missing the way rio slumped with a noticeable frown. he took out his notebook and pen, preparing himself for class, a thought in mind. who was that?

that was during third year, now they were seniors.

throughout pre-finals and onwards, he gathered the courage to interact with his classmate. l/n y/n. someone who he had never met before, now a friend who distanced himself when he was with his group of friends.

he always saw y/n with karma, his vice president. from his observation, they've known each other for a long time.

y/n was secretive. he had boundaries. he was more of a listener rather than a speaker.

and if nagisa had a word to describe y/n, that would be 'smart'. too smart. concepts he didn't understand, now he did under y/n's guidance. his grades did improve, but it never surpassed (codename).

there he currently sat, on the other side of the field from y/n and karma, on the bleachers. he stole glances here and there as he ate his lunch.

"whatcha looking at pres?" rio asked from beside him as she fiddled with his notes, that had unfamiliar anotations on the sides. "and who's handwriting is this? i can't understand it at all."

nagisa straightened up and turned away from the field, "nothing. just admiring the sky." he then eyed the blue penmanship on his pages. he remembered vividly how y/n apologized for his atrocious handwriting as he scribbled some more. "that's y/n's."

rio wore a shocked expression, "wow... i didn't expect this type of handwriting. it's horrible." she didn't have any problems with y/n. she thought of him as the quiet student, maybe introverted or shy, but once you speak to him he's very opinionated.

both of them directed their attention to the said man who owned the penmanship.

karma rose his eyebrow, watching y/n write with his right hand. "you're left handed, you know that right? what's the point with writing with the other if it would look so ugly," he bluntly pointed out.

"it's so that no one would recognize my handwriting," y/n briefly explains.

the red head tilted his head in confusion. "why would you need to make your handwriting unrecognizable?" he tossed a gummy worm into his open mouth.

"nagisa-kun is one of the people who checks the quizzes and test papers," y/n says lightly, his hand cramping from the effort his right hand had to endure as he ended a sentence with a period. "i don't want him recognizing my handwriting when i write on his notes."

karma chokes on a gummy. "and he's okay with you ruining his clean notebook?"

y/n shrugs and takes a break from his small practice. he takes out his other notebook, mapped out with small diagrams, concepts, and legible penmanship. all information they've learned, simplified and easy to understand. "i don't know what he thinks honestly. i think he lets me anotate his notes because he's learning and improving."

"i dunno man... you're kinda heartless for tutoring him and never letting him be the top one," karma chuckles and shakes his head, finding amusement in the situation.

nagisa didn't know about y/n's academic standing. he never lied about it and never denied anything. so far, the council president only had suspicions, though never raised anything.

y/n gives nagisa a once over from across the field, his watch beeping as he hid his hand in his hoodie pocket to muffle the noise. "i think he knows."

"he definitely knows," y/n mumbles quietly from his bed, observing nagisa who sat hunched over the desk, scribbling away, acting ignorant to the pointed gaze he was receiving. "stop acting like your don't have a question."

the blue haired male flinches before turning to the male flipping through his course work. for someone who is now a consistent top two, he sure likes being tutored.

"you're (codename), aren't you?" nagisa asked bluntly. that innocent facade is gone, now blank and a bit intrigued. he abandons his work on the desk and steps over the littered crumpled up papers on the wooden floor. he approached the bed steadily. "it took me about five months to figure out."

y/n felt his heart skip beats and his watch chimed. the glowing red heart and three digit numbers lighting up the black circular screen. "how?"

"my vice president can be such a loud mouth sometimes," he smiles a little too eerily. he overheard karma talking to y/n about replacing his (codename) with a 'better' one, which consisted of complex numbers with a so called meaning behind it. "it's quite funny, you know? how... i didn't feel any sort of betrayal. it just made sense..." he stepped closer, leaning on the bed and reaching towards y/n's face, caressing his cheek lovingly. "of course you'd be a top student. you're so smart."

an almost intimate atmosphere replaced their quiet study one. y/n couldn't take his eyes off of nagisa's lips, just hovering near his own as said male closed their distance. continuous beeps of his watch blended into the background.

these were uncharted waters. but it felt electrifying. it felt good in a way. it drew him in. so unfamiliar and thrilling.

"it's so adorable that you crack at the mere sight of me and crumble when i touch you," nagisa whispers with a small smirk tugging at his lips. his fingers grab hold of y/n's cheeks, squishing them together making him pout.

he chuckles about to pull away only to be taken aback as y/n pulls him closer by his nape and pressing his lips against his. the shock leaves as soon as nagisa felt it and he pushed back, y/n's back touching the mattress as the student council president took his breath away.

their study session was abandoned and a watch chimed every minute. 110 bmp.

"you've been acting so weird," karma squints at his childhood best friend. folding bits of leaves that came off the tree and drifted nearby. his bag lays abandoned by his feet, so does his lunch beside his lap on the bleachers.

y/n gives him a side glance, "and why do you think that?" he cherry picks through his notes, highlighting what he needed to review more on.

his friend clears his throat. "you disappear ten minutes during lunch, you come back like you've ran a marathon, your hair is messy, and you rub your throat like you've been screaming at someone or something.

"how observant of you," y/n grumbles out with a deadpan. "i actually go to the bathroom. some of the restrooms that are near are either full or out of order, so i have to go the farthest one. and i told you, mom brought home loads of chocolate from visiting grandma and no one in the house is eating them. it's a waste."

karma let out a small 'huh' and nodded his head. he then glared at y/n, "yet you didn't think to give me chocolates?"

the excuse was fully thought out and was convincing. y/n listened to karma rant, ignoring the burning of his throat and the stare he felt from across the field.

ten minutes when lunch started nagisa dragged y/n to the farthest comfort room. there, he pressed the taller male into the cubicle, closing the door behind them, and pulled him into a hot kiss.

the watch chimes.

shiota nagisa was many things. one thing is he liked control. "kneel." y/n immediately complies. he's down on his knees as nagisa closed the toilet lid and sits on it. he undoes the buckle of his pants and spreads his legs. the top one crawls in between and looks up at the top two. "would you be a darling and suck me off?"

there was no hesitation. they've gotten each other off but never went too far after their kiss one month ago. they have come to an agreement. they benefit off of their friendship. if the feelings become real, they make it official. if one wants to stop, they stop, then move on and never mention it again. and like it was a routine, y/n takes out nagisa's half hard cock. he gives it a few strokes before leaning in and taking it whole.

nagisa sighs and leans back. y/n could feel it growing in his mouth as he coated it with saliva. it tasted a bit salty. he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of it accommodating his mouth, pressing more against the roof and his tongue.

he hums lightly before slowly bobbing his head, sitting on his shins, hands on his lap. his watch chimes again, but he ignores it. he feels himself hardening as he hears nagisa whimper.

nagisa's hand found itself curling around y/n's hair, tugging lightly as his hips bucked up into the pleasant feeling. the action causes the male below him to gag, but continues.

pants echo throughout the comfort room, mixed with slurping noises.

dainty fingers comb through (h/c) hair, gripping and caressing. eyes shut in bliss as nagisa humped into the heat, head thrown back, lips parted. his legs open wider, twitching at the feeling.

y/n pulls nagisa closer, thighs resting on his shoulder as the blue haired male practically humped him and stuffed his mouth full of his cock.

chime.

nagisa hunched over y/n's head, gripping his hair to keep him steady as he thrusted in his mouth, trying to chase his high. and like a snapping thread, he came.

strings of white shot down y/n's throat as he pushed his head deeper into nagisa's pelvis, swallowing everything.

the president shivers, his cock softening as y/n pulled away with a 'pop'. he fixes the hair he had ruffled up, wiping away the saliva from the corner of y/n's lips.

y/n, still in between his legs, relaxed at his touch, gazing up at nagisa with a soft look. it was something reserved only for him. it made his heart flutter.

"i like you," y/n confesses.

nagisa laughs, a bit shocked. he smiles down at him. "you sure you're not cock drunk or something?" he ran his thumb over his cheek.

y/n firmly shook his head. "i've liked you ever since second year. when you put a good job on my test paper." he knew then and there, nagisa would be the one to catch his eye. and when he first spoke to him, he felt like he had won. the more they interacted and eventually became friends, he was the one. "do you... like me too? i tried really hard to make you like me by teaching you things."

nagisa smiles again. l/n y/n was weird in a way. he was quiet for the most part, but he carries this childlike wonder. something that carves a soft spot within a person. he was simple, but not that simple?

"i like you too. ever since the second night you started teaching me," he reciprocates.

chime.

[emeritusemeritus]

Hi love! Could I request a Fred Weasley x Sirius Black's daughter? Like low key goth, full of attitude, and overly confident reader, maybe they're in a meeting for the order and she's giving full attitude or something?? I just need more confident/bitchy reader bro T-T I'm tired of all the 'not like other girls' and shy readers like brother I speak my mind. anywho I love you and you're writing your amazing <3

Hello dear Anon! I hope it’s okay that I tweaked this just a little because I’ve been reading OOTP and it’s a crime that this scene wasn’t included because Fred vs Sirius?! I’d initially planned something much different but ended up 4k words deep here 😂 I love writing a fiery reader and would love to do more of this OC. Hope you enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: mentions of injury, Arthur’s attack, general unrest, drinking, brief mention of potential alcohol addiction, sadness and anger. Fred has big emotions. Mentions of Umbitch. Brief nod to the reader potentially being a seer? Secret relationship that gets revealed.

Word count: 4k words (I got sucked in)

The eye of the snake.

"But professor," you protested weakly, actually considering the implications of your actions for once.

"I hardly think now is the time for propriety Miss Black," Professor McGonagall says as she ushers you through the common room and up the stairs towards the boys dormitories, whilst she heads towards the girls to retrieve Ginny. An odd night all around, you thought.

With shaking hands you held your illuminated wand out in front of you as a beacon, though you hardly needed a guide having made this walk so many times before, though never this quickly and without watching out for every creaking floorboard. You reached out for the door handle and slid it open, trying to stay quiet as to not disturb Lee. George was snoring as usual, surprisingly in rhythm with Lee's slight nose whistle which briefly made you ponder how the hell Fred was able to sleep through this crescendo of noise.

You creep towards Fred's bed first, knowing that time was of the essence and gave him a quick shake on his shoulder whilst whispering his name. You felt almost guilty for waking him, seeing him so peaceful in his sleep, knowing that Dumbledore's immediately summoning of yourself and the Weasley children was an ominous and foreboding sign. He looked so handsome, so relaxed and for the briefest of moments you forgot your assignment, wanting nothing more than to just climb in and cuddle up to him, feeling his warmth and softness.

You'd felt it all night, sleep evading you and your eventual dreams disturbed, the sense of something bad occurring pulling at the edge of your mind like a summoning charm. You'd felt the unease, the disquiet all night but couldn't sense anything beyond that, with no details making theirselves known, no visions of what lay ahead beyond the general sense of impending doom.

"Freddie!" You say a little louder, giving him a harder shake, watching as he stirs and eventually opens his eyes, immediately squinting at the light your wand is emitting. "Get up, it's important." You hoped that your blunt tone was enough to drag him out of his slumber and shuffled off towards George's bed where to attempted to wake him too.

"George," you say, giving him a harsh nudge on his shoulder, knowing that he'd be sleeping much deeper than Fred ever did. "George wake up!"

He groans, throwing his arm over his face but you don't pay him any mind, reaching for his dressing gown on the chair beside him and throwing it directly at his face.

"What's happening?" Fred groans, voice deep and thick with sleep.

"Dumbledore's called for us, McGonagall's getting Ginny, somethings happened."

He was out of bed in a flash, recognising your tone of voice enough to know that you were far from joking. George took a bit more corralling but he was quickly roused as you walked out of their dorm, followed closely by both twins who were every inch as disheveled physically as you felt internally. You met Ginny and Professor McGonagall at the top of the stairs and walked quickly and silently behind her, allowing Ginny to walk ahead with her brothers.

"There's been an... incident," McGonagall says, her words carefully considered to give little away of the situation, another ominous sign. "Your father has been injured, though we don't know how serious it is at this time. Professor Dumbledore is doing all he can with Potter's guidance."

"Harry? What's he got to do with this?" Ginny asks quickly, naturally hanging on every word that the professor said. She looked frightened and you could hardly blame her, considering the news. The twins remained uncharacteristically quiet as you walked quickly through the corridors until you were outside the headmasters office.

"Fizzing whizbee."

McGonagall turns to Ginny, casting a glance to the rest of you out of curtesy as the spiralling staircase presents itself at the correct password.

"It appears Mr Potter saw the attack take place."

"We've located your father and he's been taken to St Mungo's Hospital for maladies and Injuries. I'll be sending you all to Sirius' house, it's much more convenient than the Burrow. You'll be meeting your mother there," Dumbledore explains. At the mention of your father, your eyes shoot up to Dumbledore and it suddenly becomes clear why you have been sent for in addition to the Weasley family. Your dad, the safe house, the order of the Phoenix. Arthur must have been injured during Order business.

"How are we going?" Fred asks, his voice sounding as sullen as his face. He sounds unnerved, shaken, and you fight the natural instinct to reach for his hand. "Floo powder?"

"No." Dumbledore says with a slightly shake of his head, "the Floo Network is being watched. You will be taking a Portkey,"

He indicates to an old kettle lying innocently on his desk, the inanimate object having missed your notice upon entering. "We are waiting for Phineas Nigellus to report back... I want to be sure that the coast is clear before sending you on your way."

His gaze slips to you upon mention of your great-great-great grandfather but you avert your eyes, hardly knowing your place in that moment. Usually you had no trouble expressing your opinion, regardless of the situation, but right now you felt the best thing was to stay quiet and offer a supportive presence.

You thought of your own father, the both of you having spent so long forced apart and of his current predicament, essentially forced under house arrest by the Order. It was safer that way, but your heart still ached for how lonely he would be. You felt conflicted and impossibly guilty at the slight excitement you felt at seeing your dad again in respect of what your boyfriend and the others would be feeling at their own father's fate. Mr Weasley had been a surrogate dad to you whilst your own father was locked away and had been a constant presence in your life, making you feel even guiltier for the hopeful feeling you had about your own dad.

Your eyes suddenly whip around to the flash of a flame from the centre of the office, watching as a golden feather emerges from the combustion, your eyes trailing it downwards as it floats right to the floor.

'"Fawkes's warning," Dumbledore half-explains, eyes flickering between the golden feather and then towards McGonagall.

"Professor Umbridge must know you're out of your beds. Minerva, go and head her off - tell her any story."

Professor McGonagall was gone within seconds, her messy braid whipping behind her as she exits the office in a flash.

"He says he'll be delighted," an all too familiar voice suddenly says in a grumbling, bored voice. Your eyes trail up to the portrait of your ancestor, the Slytherin banner proudly waving behind him, his face as sour as you remember.

"My great-great-grandson has always had an odd taste in house-guests," he adds with a particular distaste before his eyes meet yours for only a moment, recognising instantly who you are. "As does his daughter."

"What a lovely reunion," you snark, fighting back a roll of your eyes as the familiar anger simmers deep in your gut at his choice of words, not even bothering to conceal the archaic values of your ancestors that belong in the past with them.

"You have all used a Portkey before?" asks Dumbledore, waiting for confirmation from you all as you huddle around the old black teapot, each of you nervous for different reasons of what will be waiting for you on the other side.

"Good. On the count of three then... one... two..."

"Back again, the blood-traitor brats. Is it true their father's dying?" You barely had time to register the creaky voice, never mind distinguish his words as you recovered from the nausea of travelling by portkey. Your stomach still felt tingly, the pulling sensation behind your navel and the wind ringing past your ears as you trapsed through space and time was never a comfortable feeling, having ended up in your dad's gloomy kitchen only moments later.

"Mistress Black returns with her blood traitor friends." You're about to curse into the horrible little elf when you hear a second voice shout loudly from the sidelines, rendering you speechless.

'OUT!'

Fred from beside you helps you up, knowing even in his time of need that Portkey travel did not agree with you and gives you a little nudge towards where your dad leans on the doorframe awaiting your arrival.

"Dad!" You scrambled, running off to hug your father who welcomed you with open arms, chuckling heartily as you barged into him with a slam. You felt awful doing this in front of the Weasley children but you'd allow this for yourself now and apologise later. You looked over your dads shoulder through the wild brown ringlets of his hair and saw that a single place had been set at the table, with a single lit candle and the remains of a solitary supper that made your heart clench. He smelt like stale drink, your stomach roiling nervously at the thought. Was that how he was occupying himself?

You suddenly pulled away, knowing that it wasn't the right time for a long, drawn out reunion and stepped back in line, in between Fred and George.

"What's going on?" He asks, turning to look upon the Weasley siblings. "Phineas Nigellus said Arthur's been badly injured —"

"Ask Harry," says Fred, particularly bluntly, no doubt frustrated that he wasn't getting a solid answer. You watch as your dad turns to Harry, pulling him into a warm embrace, trying to get him to open up.

"Yeah, I want to hear this for myself," adds George.

"It was, I had a - a kind of - vision," he stutters, beginning to explain the vision in great detail. Throughout the retelling, you have to stop yourself for reaching out for Fred's hand multiple times, knowing that you can't in front of everyone.

"Is Mum here?" Fred asks, turning to your dad once Harry had explained everything. You watch as George's face fills with dread, apparently having not realised up to now that she wasn't present amongst you.

"She probably doesn't even know what's happened yet," explains your dad. "The important thing was to get you away before Umbridge could interfere. I expect Dumbledores letting Molly know now."

"We've got to go to St Mungo's," says Ginny with a sense of urgency. You watch as she pauses, looking around all of you who are still dressed in your nightwear having been ripped from your beds not an hour before. 'Sirius, can you lend us cloaks or anything? Y/n?"

"Hang on, you can't go tearing off to St Mungo's!" Your dad says suddenly, eyes ablaze as if he's personally affronted by the suggestion. Your mouth opens immediately to protest but Fred manages to find the words first, his face stern.

"Course we can go to St Mungo's if we want, he's our dad!'" You can see how physically tense he's gotten, not taking very well to being told no by someone he didn't see as an authoritative figure, even if it was his girlfriend's dad.

"And how are you going to explain how you knew Arthur was attacked before the hospital even let his wife know?"

"What does that matter?" Adds George hotly, clearly thinking along the same lines as Fred, outraged at your dad's block.

"It matters because we don't want to draw attention to the fact that Harry is having visions of things that are happening hundreds of miles away!" Your dad replies angrily. "Have you any idea what the Ministry would make of that information?"

You reach out suddenly for Fred's hand, trying to ground him. The physical contact seems to pull him back to earth, preventing him from saying something he'd inevitably regret... or maybe not knowing Fred.

Ginny instead tries to offer alternatives in a much more grounded way, "Somebody else could have told us... we could have heard it somewhere other than Harry."

"Like who?" Your dad says impatiently with a sigh. "Listen, your dad's been hurt while on duty for the Order and the circumstances are fishy enough without his children knowing about it seconds after it happened, you could seriously damage the Order's-"

"We don't care about the dumb Order!'" Fred shouts, breaking away from your grip, as if it was holding him back. You're suddenly acutely aware that you are stuck in this awkward position, trapped between your dad and your secret boyfriend, hardly able to say anything to diffuse the situation. Your mouth physically hurts as you bite the inside of your cheek, finding it near impossible to keep out of it.

"It's our dad dying we're talking about!" George yells, mere seconds later.

"Your father knew what he was getting into and he won't thank you for messing things up for the Order!" Your dad replies with as much force as he was receiving, "This is how it is - this is why you're not in the Order - you don't understand - there are things worth dying for!'

You're a second away from physically pulling Fred away, knowing that whatever the next words would be that came out of his mouth, they'd be harsh and venom-filled.

"Easy for you to say, stuck here!' bellows Fred. "I don't see you risking your neck!"

You watch in horror as your dad pales, the look in his eyes darkening and you know in that moment that he'd quite like to hit Fred, something you would not be allowing. You'd been quiet too long, allowed them both to get out their frustrations but you'd had enough of that. You wouldn't choose sides, wouldn't force either of them to comply or get along but for your sake you hoped they could at least be cordial. You'd take the brunt of their frustrations if you had to, just to diffuse the situation.

"Right that's enough," you say, finding the words escaping you before you could really think about what you're saying. "Dad get the kettle on," you say with a nod of your head, a small and very false smile playing on your lips. You turn to the twins, names Fred who looks positively mutinous, trying a much softer approach on them. You know if you reach for Fred right now he'll reject you and you couldn't deal with that so you fold your arms over your chest, looking up towards the towering twins.

"We need to wait for your mum, we'll all set up in the lounge to wait or Gin you can have my bedroom if you want," you offer, casting a glance at the youngest Weasley who looks sullen, shaking her head slightly, as you expected. "Just wait to hear from your mum and then we'll work out our next move okay?"

Fred doesn't relent as easy as George who nods after a few moments in understanding. Instead, Fred is still shooting daggers at your dad over your shoulder and you sigh, knowing he's stubborn as a mule. A few tense moments pass and you watch as his eyes suddenly flicker to yours and soften considerably before he nods in agreement.

"No milk," your dad says suddenly from behind, a look on his face somewhere between disgust and shame.

"Right, butterbeer it is then," you say, trying to redeem the situation, "it's in my bedroom." You shoot a look to your dad, knowing you can't do magic here and you were hardly ready to leave Fred and your dad alone again.

"Accio Butterbeer!" Your dad says, taking the lead. Immediately the bottles of butterbeer float across the room and your dad placed them into the table as you reach and distribute the drinks.

You all take your seats in the lounge surrounding the fire that had dwindled slightly since your arrival but with a single flick of his wand, your dad refreshes it.

Ginny takes the old armchair closest to the fire and curls herself up within it.

Harry and Ron take the two seater, the most uncomfortable seat you'd ever had the displeasure of experiencing and you watch with a barely concealed grin as Ron's face immediately conveys his regret as he takes a seat upon the torture device. You reach for a cushion and throw it towards him; hitting him square in the face but for once he doesn't care but instead smiles thankfully for the cushion, not that it would do much. George throws himself down into the sofa closest to Ginny's chair and Fred follows not far behind. You stay standing, feeling suddenly uncomfortable at intruding and begin to back away from the room until the fire suddenly crackles dangerously. There's a burst of light and you frown, hearing the round of gasps as a scroll of parchment flies out, accompanied by a familiar feather.

"Fawkes!" Your dad says, quickly marching into the room at the sudden disturbance, snatching up the parchment and pulling it close to his face. "That's not Dumbledore's writing - it must be a message from your mother - here."

He thrusts the letter into George's hand, who had jumped up anxiously at the sudden intrusion. George then ripped it open and read aloud for everyone to hear.

"Dad is still alive. I am setting out for St Mungo's now. Stay where you are. I will send news as soon as I can. Mum."

There's a dead silence that follows Molly's communication, each of you thinking the same thing.

"Still alive..." George says slowly. "But that makes it sound..."

Fred pulls the parchment out of George's hands and read it for himself, then looks up at Harry for a moment, before he looks back to the parchment.

"You should all go to bed and deal with it properly in the morning," your dad suggests and before you can deal with the inevitable onslaught from the Weasley kids, you pull your dad away back into the kitchen, feeling the hot stare of Fred burning a hole in your back.

"They're worried about their dad," you say, keeping your voice down so that they wouldn't hear you. "We'll just hole up in the lounge for the night."

"Y/n," your dad sighs but for some reason his attempt to disagree with you seems to anger you instantly.

"What would you do? Just go to bed and pretend nothings wrong?"

"Well I didn't care very much for my father," your dad begins to snark, forcing you to roll your eyes.

"Right, so maybe just pretend you can imagine what they're going through and just accept that they're hurting and need each other right now."

Your dad's eyes widen a little at your outburst but you don't back down, "you don't have to host us, go to bed if that's what you're concerned about, or back to your drink."

"Y/n Black!" Your father shouts but you don't flinch, knowing that you'd simply touched a nerve.

"I care about every single one of them in there, is it not just enough that I want them not to hurt? I care about Arthur too! Can you simply not understand that some people might actually be horrified at the thought of their father dying?"

His eye twitches at your words and you can tell he's considering the possible hidden meanings behind your words.

"Perhaps you care a little more for one of them," he snarks, unable to hold himself back. You see red immediately, only to be fuelled by your dad's following words. "Seems that you've absorbed his anger."

"He's not angry he's terrified!" You can't help it, the volume of your voice raising to match his. "Anyone would be in their situation! I'm sorry we're such a burden to you but the second we hear from Molly we'll be at St Mungo's out of your way."

"I didn't mean."

"No you never do," you say, averting your eyes and turning your body to walk back to the lounge.

"Y/n," your dad says, his tone suddenly back to normal if not sounding a little bit regretful. You sigh, tired and on edge, wanting nothing more than to just sit with your boyfriend and friends.

"You're a good friend to them," he says, trying to find words for the situation. Your nod slowly, the anger fading now as exhaustion washes over you.

"They're all I've had for a long time," you say, trying to avoid the sensitive topic of his imprisonment. "You're right about caring for them, and Fred above most. You're just seeing him on a bad night," you pause. "You know him and George stole the Marauders map from Filch's office in our first year?”

You watch as your dad's eyes light up in surprise, apparently never having been told this particular story.

"If you gave him a chance, on any normal day, I'm certain you'd love him."

"Do you?" Your dad asks gently, big brown eyes imploring your own. You frown, casting a look to the closed door that stood between you and the lounge, as if you'd see Fred through it.

You nod, getting more assured with every gentle movement of your head.

"I should get back," you say quietly, immediately feeling regret at the raised voices, not having expected your reunion to go like this.

When you step into the lounge, it's obvious that they had heard everything, though they all attempt to divert their eyes and look away to avoid making it too obvious but fail miserably. Fred's hand beckons you over and he pulls you into his lap, your head immediately resting on his shoulder, ignoring the shocked looks from Ron at the outward affection.

"Don't say anything," you whisper, looking at the flames of the fire instead of his face.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Fred says gently, making you look towards his face, seeing his tired eyes and the tiny hint of a smile upon his face.

"You're comfy," you say, pressing your head into the curve of his shoulder and you can feel the movement of his little chuckle. Arthur stays at the forefront of your mind and you're certain that there's not a moment he's forgotten amongst his children as you look at them throughout the night.

At some point Fred falls asleep, his breathing evening out as his head lolls onto your shoulder with the new position. His hand is entwined with yours, acting like an anchor so he wouldn't float away with his spiralling thoughts, your legs resting over his much longer ones. George is asleep the other side of Fred, emitting quiet snores and jerking every now and then. Ginny doesn't sleep, you can see the reflection of the flames in her eyes as she stares blankly into nothing and you're unable to tell if Ron is asleep due to his head being in his hands, slumped over. You settle down, snuggling into Fred as the tiredness overtakes you and you hope that when you wake there will be better news.

You don't see or hear your dad step into the room an hour later, pausing as he looks upon his daughter cuddling up to who he assumes is her boyfriend. Instead of being angry or protective as he expected to feel, he feels a sense of calm as seeing her look peaceful in her sleep. He may not have had the best interaction with the Weasley boy but he knows Arthur and Molly, they seemed incapable of raising a bad one

[sketchtastrophee]

might finish this some time, for now its just a shaded sketch 😔 supposed to be after that incident where he got out and killed a bunch of employees

im gonna toss out a prediction abt what a ch5 trailer might look like 😈 (also sorry for not posting for a month)

ok so for the ch4 yarnaby trailer we got a direct continuation of where we left off in ch3. i have a feeling we won't be getting anything like that for ch5, at least not initially. i anticipate the opening scene of ch5 to be either

the red smoke we see at the end successfully knocks us out. we wake up in a new location (having been taken there by someone else) and the game begins there instead of where ch4 ended

we have to escape the room we were in at the end of ch4 before the red smoke takes effect. maybe once we get the door open, huggy breaks down the entrance which starts a chase (it'll be funny if he falls down a pit at the end of the chase)

the one where we get taken could work for a teaser, but i've got something different in mind that could be pretty cool for a trailer

rq IM GONNA LAY OUT SOME ASSUMPTIONS. i'm not sure if ch5 is the last, i've always assumed it would be. i don't know how and why there would be a need for ch6. i'm also assuming that the prototype will be the main villain of this chapter and at one point or another will have his design revealed

OK SO FOR MY PITCH..

before prototype blew us up poppy ran off. that tunnel/vent thing she ran into probably leads back to the prison and prototype is going to find her before he starts looking for us, which leads me to my idea... how awesome sauce would it be if we get a cinematic trailer of the encounter she has with him? i have no doubt he's going to catch her eventually, so it'd be really cool to actually SEE it. they wouldn't have to reveal his full design, maybe just his eyes or a tiny portion of his face in the dark (that'd be fucking terrifying 😭 wtf). keep in mind this would be posted after the arg, which honestly might reveal partially what he looks like

ALSO RELATED TO HOW HIS DESIGN SHOULD BE REVEALED... i think he should be revealed in a cinematic trailer, NOT the game NOR a gameplay trailer. ofc u could show him in both of those things, but i think the initial reveal should be given its own trailer

the reason for this is because there's no good way to show off the model in-game. there's a lot of things that could go wrong. if it isn't a cutscene with a forced camera perspective the player might not even be looking. their graphics could be on low which would dampen the reveal as well. if it's a chase or a boss fight we wouldn't have any time to get a good look at him either.

a gameplay trailer would obviously force you to look at him but i don't think it'd do him enough justice. considering how important he is, you probably want the reveal to be the main focus and everything leading up to it would cater to that. there'd need to be proper build up which is why a cinematic trailer just sort of works better in this instance

ik it would kind of "spoil" it, but i don't see any benefit to having that reveal in-game. ofc, even if you did a full reveal in a trailer, that doesn't mean we have to see him in the light. this works better bc you get to be VERY specific about what you do and don't show. the lighting, sound design, camera work; all of it gets to be fine tuned

anywho its hard to see the text on the walls with the shadows, so here's the drawing without those layers

[luna-loveboop]

Twilight and Legends relationship

...I love it

**in this post there's a lot of stuff I didn't notice before. I'm gonna resist the urge to write an essay on each point, and attempt to leave most of it up to the reader's interpretation**

Ok ok there's a ton of stuff here, starting with early character scenes

They're like the rest of the chain: They fight together and talk. Legend is close to Hyrule, and Twilight to Wild and Time.

We see some things Twilight and Legend have in common. One is their dislike of Hyrule knights, and-

As seen in the Gerudo clothes scene, both Twi and Leg like to mess around with pranks and have a lot of snark... wonder what would happen if they worked together

But there's something really important about how Twilight views Legend:

I wasn't aware this was before looking closely at their interactions but... Twilight didn't originally like Legend. This is shown a lot later on- in his facial expressions and words towards Legend. But from the start he didn't like him much, and here's why:

From the start, Jojo says this- Twilight judges Legend's actions as too harsh since his mannerisms come across as picking on someone. (Also Sky you are so so pure and cute 10/10 most huggable Link)

Legend is abrasive because he's had so many adventures- he's hardened to the point of being sharp. But it's wonderful that that character can still be so loved- his heart is good (hero duh)

Twilight has always been a big brother. It makes him well loved (rightly so). Jojo says he knows people can change- for good or bad. But because of his past Twilight doesn't like people picking on others "not even a little". It's complicated- we see it affect Twilight's attitude towards Legend a lot.

Anywho moving on to the plot

Wolfie, Aka twilight

Dark mirror stuff happens, and Legend finds out Twi's Wolfie- as we all know. But he can't just. Acknowledge it of course. He's gotta probe and tease, asking pointed questions (snark snark snark)

And in his attempts to be certain about the Wolf stuff, we were blessed with:

Bunny Legend

Welp. That investigation did not go as planned.

Animal forms:

Bunnies are soft, but Legends actions are not. He is guarded and sharp yet his form shows how sweet his true heart is

Wolves will love/protect their family yet are fierce, they have fangs and will fight. The root of who Twilight is is his kindness and family

Also (sarcastic) good job to Four and Wild for being SO SUBTLE with their emotions when Legend's asking questions hinting he knows Twi's secret

Legend: asking questions about the secret shhh

Four and Wild: Are having a freaking heart attack about it

Twilight: starts ranting about goats

...

Once Twilight gets over the shock of Legend like. Absorbing his crystal. He... well, looking at the harshness in his face and words, this is where Legend's attitude and his past with Colin being bullied biased him against Legend.

Look at his face in each panel through the progression- Twilight is more and more confused thinking legend is not who he thought he was...

And Twilight certainly sympathizes/relates to being hurt by losing someone he loved (in whatever form the relationship took)

And WHY is it always girlfriend trauma with these boys of COURSE it's girlfriend trauma that brings them together NOT SHARING A SPIRIT AND LOVE OF SWINGING GLORIFIED METAL NO THEY HAVE TO BOND OVER RELATIONSHIPS GONE WRONG

Twilight then thinks well that's a good reason to be pretty changed because from the start Jojo said he'll always understand people changing...

So they go, and make legend human again (with pink hair) and Legend is... surprised. And grateful...

Another few defining moments:

Legend's dialogue thanking him is the real start of them connecting like in Leg's original character description "the most reliable, you want him on your team"

And again Twi's face, Twilight is looking at Leg differently throughout this- contemplating to be honest. Considering...

And remember when I said these two both like to prank? Well the second they have a shared experience and get back to camp they immediately team up and start barraging Warriors with snark

Heaven help the chain when these two are on the same side

Legend has never been close to people outside of the few he's accepted as his (love him and hyrule's bond). After this? Twilight's one of his people. There's much more expression of caring and closeness towards Twilight- something we don't see with many.

And then, well, Twilight nearly dies. And Legend, he cares

Bunny boys puppy dog eyes are gonna kill me someday

Twilights pretty injured, he really doesn't see/remember all these moments showing how much Legend wants to help

And then we have this moment

this moment

Matters so so much

Look at Twi's face. Look at his surprise, realization, and acceptance- this is when he realizes- when he sees how much Legend cares for him

Twi woke from his deathbed for his family

and then in the next few updates it's really cute- he just is barely recovering and legend is just... beside him. Staying by his side

Animal forms later development:

Legend's bunny form is soft- but he is still not totally soft. Looking at Legends actions and facial expressions towards the others, while he's definitely closer to Twi now, he's still the snarky boy we know and love.

Twilight's Wolf form is loyal and loves family: Once he knows legends heart? Full on pack love.

And WHY were they so very intent on petting each other

Legend: I'm gonna go try and pet the wolf since I think he's my dude yes good plan

Twilight: I KNOW THIS IS WEIRD BUT IVE NEVER PET A RABBIT BEFORE LET ME TOUCH YOU

...

Here's a few random parallels of them to chew on because I love parallels (them snarky snarking each other, then some brother love parallels)

The thing with these two is their character bonding and whatever is not all sweet and lovey like some of the others. They have some REALLY sweet caring moments with each other. But snark plus snark equals double snark, meaning them together is the weirdest mix of kindness and teasing you've ever seen

And although at the beginning they were pretty harsh towards each other, it makes their getting closer and learning their similarities all the better.

[iiannabxth]

i feel like identity v players lack media literacy and it SHOWS.

hullabaloo lore just dropped and it was totally amazing, but seeing a lot of the reactions to the characters (joker specifically) have got me tweaking out.

joker is definitely the antagonist of this group, but, what i think is the most important aspect of this story is that none of the characters are evil.

i will say this now and again and again: JOKER, like all of the other hullabaloo characters, IS A VICTIM!!

should he have killed violetta?? absolutely not. he was so horrible to her omg. does it make him evil? also no.

joker is a product of his circumstances. he’s been mistreated and looked down upon his entire life. he’s literally worked in the circus since he was a baby. then, he fell in love with natalie/margarethea, who was married to sergi, the man who basically ruined his career by upstaging him. if he didn’t already feel inferior enough, the man who had everything that joker wanted literally burned joker’s face for trying to stop him from abusing his wife??

he crashes out and has a major psychotic break, which leads him to burn down the circus- a place that he, and literally everyone but mike, hated.

should he have latched onto margaretha? probably not, as girlie was going through it. do i think genuinely he loves her? yuh, def. i think they could’ve been so cute if sergi hadn’t totally ruined their lives.

anywho. the same goes for mike and marg really. they’re all traumatized. trying to judge any of the hullabaloo characters, or any IDV characters, by a black/white scale is meaningless because the point is that they all end up at the manor for a reason.

[mysteriousl0ser]

FUCK IT, TADC EP 2 THOUGHTS MAJOR SPOILERS!! BE WARNED

LETS GO!! Pomni is still pretty screwed up over her first day here, I mean this is all fresh and new to her so like DUH. everyone else here is somewhat or entirely adjusted and kind of just cope with the fact that theyre here I dont think pomni has really processed how long theyve been here?? In the pilot she seems SO bothered by how okay they are with this and willingness to do caines fuckass adventures

i dont blame her, anywho pomni in her nightmare-induced state starts to abstract, she had to face an abstraction early on in her days here which like have to be pretty truamatizing (duh) and cried out to ANYONE, but where she called for help literally no one helped her “oh well” they though

Pomni doesn't feel like anybody else cares, shes the only one whos still going through an adjustment phase and freaking the fuck out while everyone else is just going along with the adventure, something she still thinks is kinda pointless and doesn't get why anybody would waste their time here doing when they COULD be looking for a way out, why is she the only one who seems to still be distressed here? To feel lost? At least from her perspective, it seems that way. Unfortunately, these people have already been here for a while.

Pomski then meets someone whos just like her, their whole reality was shattered and they don't belong anywhere, mirroring how pomni feels at the moment, even if she still has some sort of grip now vs when she first got here

And she finds comfort in that!!! Why is it that this NPC feels more real than the ACTUAL REAL PEOPLE trapped here with her??? Whatever the reason, its something to hold onto. Something to LATCH onto. Hes Real. or at least he feels real, and maybe she feels like she belongs with him because at least he knows the feeling, something shes not really felt w anyone else before

This comfort and solidarity she has with gumigoo is shortlived however as she gets brutally reminded that he wasnt real. The anchor she had vanished and there's quite literally nobody to catch her fall.

And i feel like ragatha trying to comfort her the way she did didnt help AT ALL. it was kinda a sore reminder that gumigoo is easily replaceable, and GOD thats so frustrating?? This thing felt so real to her and nobody seems to care that he just vanished!! If they could be so apathetic to this whos to say they wont just treat her demise just the same as she thought they would???

But then something important happens. They have a funeral for Kaufmo, someone whos been established to be their friend way before Pomni ever came here. And maybe it didn't ever settle in before that kaufmo was a real person! Literally!! And he was real to them. Just like gumigoo though less directly they relate to being in pain and kind of in shock of losing someone who they cared about and who was a real person to care about to them AND LIKE YOU CAN SEE WHERE IT CLICKS IN HER FACIAL EXPRESSION HERE, THE CHANGE IN HER EYES AND THE WAY HER EXPRESSION LOSENS AT THIS IDK IT DRIVES ME CRAZY GOD THE ANIMATORS WENT OFF W THIS EP VS THE PILOT IM IM IM

anyways anyways They have their funeral service, theres quite literally no reason for anyone to just lie and go along with whatever bs caines got going on, this also quite literally has nothing to do with him. This is kind of their own little way of keeping some sort of human traditions and respect for the human persons that get stuck here because they care. HELL you can even see pomni feel a little guilty here when ragatha says that his funeral was disrupted cause she arrived here

anyways thats exactly it!! They fucking car!! This whole time pomni thought that they just didnt care and were kind of apathetic or downright patronizing her over all this and mocking her or whatnot, like in her dream sequence. But no, they all talk respectively about their memories and experiences with kaufmo, the things they shared together and the feelings they had. EVERYBODY was grieving. Ragatha who always tried to put on some cheerful and kind of irritating (to pomni at least) everythings fine facade (which also kind of feels less real to her at least i think so but i don't think she figured it to be a coping mechanism) to just straight up start crying and breaking up a bit, even mentioning how this does not ever get any easier and how shes had to deal with this plenty of times before.

Zooble the usually apathetic and kind of asshole who keeps to themselves and gives off i don't care energy and probably gave off the impression that they didn't care about anyone here and just treated the people stuck here as an unfortunate fact and nothing more actually being vulnerable and probably doing the same as ragatha talking about their memories with kaufmo

Kingers ALWAYS kind of zoned out or not really taking anything seriously and just being there completely lost in space, but here hes grounded, and even earlier in the episode when ragatha needed it most he remained grounded then too (tho pomni didnt see that i just wanted to mention it). Just like the others he grieves and lives in the unfortunate moment

more of the kinger being grounded when the thought counts

GANGLE- dude even if its for just a moment she smiles here despite having her tragedy mask and like her whole shtick is being of whatever mood or emotion her mask is allegedly wether she wants to or not, but no here shes more than just that, she smiles for a bit when reminiscing her moments with kaufmo only to go back into crying, and man shes always crying with her tragedy mask but its beyond as far as anyone can tell wether or not its really her or just because of her mask, but here? its really her, no matter what the mask on her face shows!! shes genuinely smiling despite having her comedy mask and shes genuinely crying which is very blatantly obviously different to the usual mask cry etc etc

heres something about all this, it hits pomni in a way. These people ARE real, and they care. They care about her, they have nothing else but eachother and THATS something to latch onto. Thats something to hold her down, even if they just met pomni

SPEAKING OF JUST MEETING POMNI she literally expressed how she didnt wanna just LEAVE gumigoo there by himself because she believes no one should just be left there

the circus peeps just met pomni and just like how she felt a real connection to gumigoo in this digital hell she feels a sort of connection with these people too. Theyre gonna have her back all the same, maybe she wont feel so out of place and alone. BONUS THING!! The literal only times she genuinely smiles is when she feels this real connection to what feels real to her and has a genuine and sincere moment with these people whether it be an npc or a trapped member. Idk it just means something to me how significant both these moments are tipped off with a genuine smile a REAL SMIE!! (id add pictures but tumblr has a 30 image limit) OH ALSO BONUS BONUS THING THE DIFFERENCE IN OUTRO MUSIC IS SO IS SO ITS SO the outro song for the pilot kinda feels so ethereal and out of the moment at least to me it kinda feels like it you're slipping through the cracks and just, existing within yourself as the rest of the world around you kind of shatters into glass or melts into water or something i dont think ANY of that made any sense but its loud and its blaring and its so out of reach in a way, mad disassociation vibes but the outro song for the 2nd ep is a lot quieter yet its right there, at first it starts really small, lonely even. trapped by yourself but as the music gets louder and more instruments join in on the song it kind of has a comforting feel? bittersweet? even? its grounding ina way which is much different from how the first one felt at least to me lmao and the comforting feel kinda only emphasizes what I was talking about earlier- the comfort in having that anchor of reality with having a real moment with these people and making that connection yk? and like as i was saying at first the song starts off with just one instrument, at the start of the episode pomni feels utter alone and out of place even if these people here with here are stuck in the same situation as her, together alone. but as the other instruments join. in it kinda uplifts the song a bit, its not one sole instrument anymore like how in the end pomni feels that connection with everyone else, not so alone anymore idk jackshit about music theory so this is entirely a feelies talk instead of like- music lore? so don't take anything i say as like- idk some professional speak im just a nerd nerding about silly digital fixations ANYWAYS THATS ALL FOR NOW I AVE MORE TO SAY BUT THIS IS LONG ENOUGH LOL if you actually read all the way down this far thank you for listening!!! i really really appreciate it :]

[itaehynz]

two slow dancers.

pairing: huening kai x gn!reader.

genre: strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst.

warnings: death, grieving, crying, acceptance.

summary: inspired by the movie, “20th Century Girl”: while trying to help your friend get a boy she likes, you meet your own love… a love you thought would last forever.

author’s note (please read): as the cancer season comes to an end, the leo season begins. not only my month starts but also huening’s so, i’ve decided to start this month with a special treat! it’s taken a lot out of me to write about things like this especially with the fact that i once lost someone who was very important to me and a huge factor in my life. but over time, i’ve learned that it’s okay to grieve and it’s definitely okay to not be okay. i hope you enjoy this fic. ♥︎

with strangers, friendship can grow. or the stranger can be a total jerk, let’s hope that’s not the case.

“y/n, pleeeeaaaseee!” your friend chae begs. you roll your eyes as you remember what she’s begging you for. she’s begging you to help her with her crush. you being you, you’re thinking of all the worst outcomes of this. you can probably mess up by accidentally walking up to the guy and he automatically shuts you down. or, you can just walk up to the wrong guy!

anywho, you agree. much to her surprise, actually. she was expecting you to say no, knowing how you are but instead of questioning it, she just cheers happily. you watch her cheer with a laugh and say, “okay, okay. where is he?”

she points over at him, making you look in the direction of where she’s directing you to and see two boys. as far as you know, their names are taehyun and huening kai. you were about to ask her which one but she tells you taehyun before you can even utter the words.

you know very few things about taehyun. one thing is that he prioritizes his studies over everything else. another thing is that, you rarely see him with anyone besides the boy with him at the moment. that’s all you know.

with no information besides what you already know, you decide to just go for it. you begin walking over to the two boys, seeing that they’re talking with each other and laughing amongst themselves.

finally reaching them, you look back to make sure that chae is still standing and for your sake, she still is. you clear your throat quietly as the two boys look at you with smiles and say hi, wondering why you’re there.

“hi! ummm, taehyun, right?” you ask, watching as he nods in response. you give him at tight lipped smile as you begin to tell him that your friend has taken a liking to him and that she’d like to try and get to know him, something along those lines.

both him and huening kai share a quick look before huening shrugs and smiles softly. taehyun agrees kindly and asks where your friend is so he can go over to her. you point over to her, seeing that she’s now seated at a table on her phone. he waves bye to huening kai and begins walking over with a warm smile.

you and huening watch as they begin talking and smile in happiness. “he’s never accepted a girl’s advances before,” you hear from behind you. you look back, seeing huening kai watch the two of them from afar, with a sappy smile on his face.

much to your surprise, you reciprocate his smile. not because of them but because of him. his smile is making you smile. his gummy smile is so cute, you think to yourself. you’re so in your thoughts that you don’t even realize that he’s staring back at you while his smile unconsciously widens.

you’re both admiring something about each other as you finally realize how long you’ve been staring and finally think about how creepy you look.

huening looks away as well, his smile not leaving but his stare fleeting. he musters up the courage to ask you, scared to ask you at first. “would you like to be friends, uhhh-” he pauses, realizing he doesn’t know your name. “y/n.” you say, you would ask his name but you already know it due to your friend’s infatuation with his best friend. “ah, y/n, would you like to be friends?” he asks again, this time with your name coming first.

“i’d love to be.”

—

with friendship, love can grow. romantically, platonically, love comes in every form and or shape.

with huening kai, it just so happened to be romantically. you’re not sure if he feels the same but what you are sure of is that he’s all you think about.

his beautiful smile, bringing such warmth to anyone who comes into contact with him. his way with words, he really knows how to make anyone feel loved by him. his perfect personality, the lovely mixture of funny, charm and kindness. he has all the assets of a great partner.

much to your disappointment, he’s brought up the fact that he has a crush on someone. you couldn’t possibly guess who as he doesn’t really interact with anyone besides you, taehyun and shockingly, chae.

not thinking too much of it, you finally bring yourself back down to earth and tune into the environment. you’re surrounded by tons of people filled with joy, excited to get on the rides. on the right of you, there’s chae. she seems to be getting impatient as she taps her foot every chance she gets and rolls her eyes at how long the line is. to the left of you, you have huening kai and taehyun, who’s now chae’s boyfriend.

taehyun taps you on the shoulder and asks if he could talk to chae, which you mindlessly agree to. now you’re next to kai, who’s immediately smiling from the sight of you. “you excited?” he asks, words filled with childlike energy.

you smile at him, “yeah, are you?” he half heartedly smiles at you, nodding his head with quickness. “yeah… totally excited…!” he says quickly before looking away. you’re caught off guard by his sudden change in attitude towards the ride and your eyes squint in confusion.

at the time, you would’ve thought he just didn’t want to get on the ride. but he did. he wanted to get on the ride, it was just that… he was scared of rollercoasters.

“kai, are you scared of roller coasters?” you question, causing him to whip his head in your direction. he looks around, trying to come up with an answer that won’t give away his obvious fear.

“of course not! it was just that slushy i had a while ago, i’m still a little shaky from it,” he says, trying to play it off with a nervous chuckle but you can see right through him.

you decide to brush it off yet, you can’t help but pity him. you don’t want him to feel forced to get on the ride because everyone else is, but if he wants to get on then so be it. chae and taehyun are hand in hand as the line moves quickly, you all now reaching the seats. the two in front of you rush to the back seats as you and huening are left with no option but to sit all the way in the front.

based on how everyone on the line avoided the front of the line, you’re guessing that this ride is no joke. you watch as huening fills with fear and you start feeling bad for him once again as he seats himself on the right side of the ride. you seat yourself next to him, waiting for the worker to come and strap you both in.

“kai, are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” you ask, placing a hand on his thigh to give him some type of comfort. he grabs your hand tightly and simply says, “yeah.” before the worker comes around to you two and buckles you both in, giving the person at the start button a thumbs up and motioning everybody else to do so.

you raise your thumb up with eagerness and watch as huening raises his up slowly with his eyes closed tightly. you feel him grip at your hand tighter as the ride begins moving, showing a huge raise in the air as it prepares for the drop.

as the ride makes its way up, you hear huening gasp quickly. you look over at him, seeing if he’s okay before he starts saying, “y/n, if i die! i just want you to know! i’ve had a huge crush on you since day one! i always thought you were so nice and sweet and pretty cool! your smile! your laugh! your eyes! your heart! everything! i always talked to taehyun about it to the point that he would get tired of it and tell me to try speaking to you! i’ve really been your biggest fan and i hope that we could possibly end up together one day!”

you look at him with widened eyes as the ride begins to drop, watching him scream in terror while still having his eyes closed. you watch your hair fling back and forth as the ride blades through the wind, thinking about everything huening just said.

so, he did like you back.

—

with love, comes pain. unthinkable pain, pain that can be absolutely unbearable at times.

he’s going back to hawai’i. and he’s not coming back, is what he told you. at the time, you were filled with so much shock and anger that you didn’t even respond to him when he told you. you left him conflicted. he even considered staying for you, no matter how much his parents and siblings needed him back home.

you called him all types of names to chae, you told her that he was a terrible boyfriend, a horrible person and you told her that you hated him.

now here you are, running to the bus station hoping to catch him before he leaves. you’re running as fast as you can, running and bumping into everyone while trying to get there as fast as you can. trying to get to him.

as you run, your bag catches onto something and you struggle with it before finally getting it off of whatever it got stuck to. continuing with your pursuit, you try to remember the bus that was set to take the passengers on board to the boat for hawai’i. filled with fear at the fact that you might not make it, you start asking people if they know where that bus terminal might be. a lot of no’s are said and you feel a pit in your stomach.

you just want to see him one last time.

you go up to one more person, asking if they know where the bus might be. you’re met with a tall man, a man who’s about huening kai’s height, seems to have the same hair color and the same body type.

completely out of breath from all the running you did, you politely tap the man on the shoulder and ask him, panting in between each word.

“yeah! that’s the bus i’m heading for right no- y/n?” the man above you asks. your eyes widen as you look up to be met with a familiar face.

him.

“wha… what are you doing here?” he asks, clearly shocked to see you here. you continue panting as you reach for his hand, tears soon building up in your eyes.

“i’m sorry—for everything i didn’t say. i didn’t say anything when i should’ve told you that i loved you and i’m fine with long distance, i should’ve told you to be there for your family and do what you have to do. i should’ve told you that no matter how many hours away you are, my love for you will never change. ’m sorry for not saying that, kai.”

you finish as huening looks at you with a small smile, tapping your hand with his finger. as you look up, he catches your lips and kisses you with so much love and affection, like he’s been waiting to do this.

you waste no time kissing him back, embracing his torso with your arms as he holds your face in his large palms, deepening the kiss without any effort. a bus rushes past the both of you, causing both of your hair to flail in the air as if you were in a movie.

he slowly pulls his lips away from yours, connecting the both of your foreheads. he rubs your cheek with his eyes closed as he inhales deeply, breathing in your scent one last time.

he opens his eyes and he’s met with you looking up at him with tears in your eyes. his eyes begin to water as well as it finally dawns on him that this is actually the last time he’ll see you in person.

not even six months into your relationship and he’s already leaving you. he feels terrible but he can’t do anything about it, his family needs him back home and he can’t stay no matter how desperately he wants to. he dreamt of a future with you in it, you’re the only person he thinks about 24/7.

he chuckles sadly as you say, “promise me you’ll call when you can, please,” his smile fades away slowly as he nods his head. as he’s about to kiss you again, the terminal announcer calls for all passengers boarding for hawai’i.

he pulls from you quietly, picking up his bags before kissing you on the forehead softly as his bus pulls into the station.

you begin sobbing profusely as he takes his final steps away from you, watching as he begins crying as well with his head down. you’re both ugly crying and watching him board the bus doesn’t help but you can’t look away.

he steps onto the bus before turning around and mouthing the words, “i love you” before the door closes on him and the bus begins moving. you run with the vehicle, saying the words, “i love you more” way more than he said it.

your legs finally give out on you and you drop to your knees, with your head lowered toward the ground as you cry into the sad air. but you remember his promise:

he’ll call.

—

with distance, comes longing. longing to be in your partner’s arms, within the arms reach of them. longing for them.

it’s been almost 7 months since he’s left for hawai’i, and he’s called every other up until now. it’s been a month since he’s last called you and at this point, you’re thinking this was his way of breaking up with you.

you walk over to the call boxes as usual when you’re about to call him and you put in a few coins and type in the number he gave you. you wait a few seconds, hearing the phone ring and then say, “the number you have reached is not in service. please check the number and dial again.” you’re filled with so much rage and frustration that you don’t even hang up, you just start yelling into the phone.

“i’m gonna get over you for real now! not gonna wait anymore! it’s better to just think you’re dead,” you say, sobbing and sniffing softly, “and don’t call me later— that won’t work! you don’t have anymore chances!” you cry into the phone, “and i don’t miss you anymore— so have a nice life, you ungrateful bastard!” you add, dropping the phone, not even bothering to put it back on the dial.

you walk out of the box, sobbing into the sleeves of your shirt as you make your way back to your school campus.

—

2 YEARS LATER.

with loss, comes grievance. take the time to grieve for the things you have lost, or even the people you’ve lost.

as you walk into your old home, you get filled with nostalgia from the past, good and some bad. you look around and see a box with a card, reading, “to y/n l/n.”

you open it and read the containments, “come visit us, 9am ~ 6pm.” with a location at the top. seeing that it has your name you think nothing of it, you’re just confused.

pushing all of that aside, you decide to visit the location but you proceed with caution.

you drive to the location and you’re met with a place that holds viewings. viewings for those who’ve passed and some viewing held for art shows.

you read the card once again and go to the viewing it directs you to, as you enter the space you’re met with a screen showing a beautiful blossom tree. you smile in awe at how beautiful it is before looking over at the singular bench sitting under the tree.

there’s words on the bench, the words read,

“the eternal spring; remembering kai kamal huening (2002-2023).”

before you can get caught up in your head, you hear footsteps coming from the left side of you. you whip your head to the direction of the steps and you’re met with taehyun.

he stares at you for a while, seeing how much you’ve changed and slowly walks over to a bench in front of the screen. he motions to the seat next to him, asking you to sit down. as you walk over to him, he begins speaking.

“while i was moving away, i found a package that huening had hid. that was a while ago, probably even before he passed… i was surprised that he had hidden this, y’know but, it’s obvious that it was special.” he pauses for a second, allowing you to take in everything that he’s saying.

“i felt the need to send it. so, i decided to contact you and even go as far as to arrange this viewing. i’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable or upset but i didn’t know what else to do, y/n.”

“it’s fine, thank you actually. i would’ve still been… angry. i would’ve been forever, if i didn’t know.” you say, staring at the floor as you speak. you hear him huff, wiping a hand through his hair.

“i was actually… upset with you for a moment.” he says, catching you off guard, you look over at him. “i was scared he’d… come back here for you.” he adds.

much to your surprise, you hear him laugh quietly.

“i was looking through the things he had filmed and that’s when i realized, you’re the person he truly wanted. and i felt the need to tell you just how alive— how alive he felt when he was with you, y/n. and how much he truly loved you.”

he says, leaving you heartbroken. you softly sniffle as he continues, “what i realized, while watching it— the film—that the happiest moments in his short lifetime, were when he was with you. you mattered to him.” he pauses, looking over at you. “so i want to thank you, for being there and for remembering him.”

you smile half heartedly, chuckling sadly, “how could i… ever— forget kai?” you say, smiling softly at taehyun as he mirrors your smile. he hands you a tape, before taking his leave and walking out to his car.

you follow suite and head back to your car as well, heading home to play the tape.

as you make it home, you take off your shoes at the door and walk to your room. looking in your closet for your vcr player, you grab it and blow it. watching years of collected dust fly off of it, you plug it in and set it up under your tv.

you pop in the tape, nowhere near ready for what’s about to come.

as the tape begins playing, you see taehyun singing and playing the piano. you smile at the memory and keep your eyes on the screen as you pop into the camera. it’s a video of you plucking flowers from the ground as huening records, his soft laughter filling the background of the video. you watch as the tape continues playing with different videos of you, that he recorded. videos of you dancing, playing around with him and recording the morning announcements from high school as his warm laughter and giggles fill the air of the video.

the tape cuts to static, causing you to have an internal panic as you believe your vcr’s stopped working, but no. the static cuts to a video of huening kai walking through tall grass and flowers as he hovers above it. he lets his hands cut through the flowers as the video cuts to his face, cutting to him adjusting the camera with a smile as he begins talking.

“good morning. it’s probably the new year! i got out of bed really early to show you this, it’s probably really late there. just wait for me a bit longer, i’ll come see you soon, y/n. it’ll be fun, in the new year— with you.” he finishes, smiling into the camera. you watch him say with a sad smile, knowing that he didn’t even make it to the new year. you know he would’ve loved to see you, in person.

—

with death, comes denial, anger, bargaining, depression and finally, acceptance.

acceptance is the most important part. you accept that ever after all that they’ve been through, they’re no longer in pain or suffering like they used to. you learn to accept that they’re better and it’s okay to miss them at times. they’re still with you, maybe not physically but they’re in your heart. forever.

it’s time to accept that he’s gone.

it’s okay.

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[moonstruckme]

First I must say I LOVE YOUR WRITING ITS SO GOOD and are now among one of my favourite writers on this app.

This is an odd request but anywho in the autumn/winter when it's windy or just cold I get a tummy ache if I don't zip up my coat and the cold air gets to my stomach I also get ear ache if I don't wear my ear muffs, could you possibly do something with poly!marauder or just one of the marauders bundling up the reader before going out for the day so she doesn't get cold 😁

Thanks gorgeous!! Hope this is alright :)

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 364 words

“James,” Remus says skeptically, “have you included an electric blanket under all that as well? She’s going to overheat.” 

“If I could keep one running without plugging it in, I would put it in here,” James replies, pulling your hat securely over your ears. “You don’t know how she gets.” 

“It’s not that far to the pub, Jamie,” you try, casting an apologetic glance to where Sirius and Remus are waiting at the door. 

“Lovely, who taught you to wrap a scarf like this?” James undoes the knot you’ve made, wrapping the scarf carefully around your face and tucking the ends in so that only your eyes are left uncovered. “I know it’s not far, but you’re going to regret it if you’re not bundled up.” He zips up your coat, pressing a kiss between your brows as he does. “Can’t have my girl hurting because of the cold. I won’t stand for it.” 

Sirius makes an exaggerated gagging sound, but Remus nudges him with an elbow. You feel like you’re tottering, barely allowed any movement under all your layers as you move through the door and out into the chilly air. 

“Do you actually get pains from cold weather?” Remus asks, sounding heartwarmingly concerned. “Is it an old injury that flares up or something?” 

“No,” you grumble. “It’s way more babyish than that.” 

“Oi.” James wraps an arm around your shoulders, jostling you slightly. “Don’t talk about my sweetheart like that, please. If you must know, Moony, she’s sensitive to the cold. She gets achy.”

“Well, you’ve created quite the look,” Sirius observes, walking ahead of you and holding his hands up as if framing a shot. “All this layering, they’ll feature you at Paris Fashion Week, dollface.” 

“‘Course they will,” James replies. “With my styling and her face, we’ll fucking win the thing.” 

Remus huffs a laugh. “Not sure it’s a competition, Prongs.” 

“It’s not,” you and Sirius confirm in sync, but James only scoffs as if this is of little importance.

“There’ll be a winner when we show up,” he says surely. “Look at me, angel? Fuck, are you joking? They’ll send everyone else straight home once they see that face.”

[arkhamknightz]

WHEN WALLY FALLS IN LOVE

pairing : wally west x superhero!reader

summary/ask: “would you be ok writing something fluffy-domestic with a gender neutral/ non-binary superhero reader? Like what they like to do together when they're at home or at the other's appartment? I personally think Wally's a huge romantic guy and that he'd love to have someone who's also very into that. Not like big/expensive demonstration of love, but more subtle/little things but very meaningful. (I would love to quote poems to that handsome and lovely redhead hahaha)”

warnings: title based off of “when emma falls in love” by taylor swift (sorry i have a song title theme going on at the moment idk why its just so cutesy to me so sorry)

notes: i hope i did this justice.. i kinda just found a poem off the internet?:?/? i dont know of many poems so i hope thats okay, i tried to incorporate like small gestures like the sidewalk rule and having your partners things all over your space if that makes sense? anywho i hope this lives up to expectations :’)

It was no secret Wally loved to flirt, even as your current boyfriend. He had an arm draped around your shoulder as you both walked down the street into your apartment. Nothing important had been going on for the last day, so you both decided to stay over at his apartment at take advantage of it.

He looked over at you and smiled, making sure he stayed between you and the street as you guys made your way to his building. A pair of headphones were being shared between the both of you, a wired earbud dangling from your ears as you walked close together. Wally claimed listening to music sounded better with his wired earbuds, although you knew it was so he had an excuse to be closer to you.

He opened the door for you as you reached the apartment building. Your hands intertwined as he walked you both to the elevator, you pressed your finger on his floor number and out of the corner of your eye, you see a smile take over his face. No matter how long you’ve both been dating, he loves you just as much as the day before. He knew the floor of his apartment wasn’t crazy information. But, you had clicked it without thinking twice. It made his heart flutter.

As you both made it into his apartment, you kicked your shoes off right next to his and jumped on his couch, grabbing your favorite blanket. The smile on his face hadn’t left, Wally completely infatuated by you. You knew to kick off your shoes without a single thought, and your favorite blanket being on the couch of his place filled his heart with so much love.

He walked up behind you, leaning over the couch to wrap his arms around you and kiss your head softly. “I love you.” You turned around to look at him, a smile across your face as you gave him a small kiss. “I love you too!”

He pulled away to walk to his kitchen, a shelf in the pantry completely dedicated to your favorite foods, snacks and drinks. You had a designated area in every room of his apartment. Your side of the bed where your bedside table was littered with little trinkets and a book you had been reading out loud for the both of you before going to sleep. You had your section of the shower and the sink, part of his closet and dressers, storage area under his bed for your suit and any other things you may wanna leave over.

He grabs a new snacks for the both of you before sitting next to you on the couch. You pick up the other half of your blanket, placing it over his legs with a smile on your face as he sets the snacks down on the coffee table. He hands you the remote as you log into his streaming services, clicking on his profile before settling on a movie you both had talked about wanting to watch.

He looked around, a smile on his face as he knew both of your apartments were crawling with each others items. He even made sure any of your favorite foods that needed to be frozen or kept in the fridge was in your own area so he remembered not to eat them. Wally made sure to keep his apartment stocked for you, checking each area every week before grocery shopping to see what he needed to stock up on for you.

You consumed his every thought, he was so helplessly in love with you. Everything he did in his day to day life made him think of you. Out on a mission and he speeds by some flowers? He makes a mental note to bring you a new bouquet or pick some of the ones he saw on the way back home. Going to the store? He keeps an eye out for anything else you may want, like a plushie or a new snack he think you would enjoy.

He sees a dog out on a walk outside? He’s snapping a photo to send to you or tells you about it once you both get back home. It’s no secret Wally’s scared to loose you. What you both do is dangerous, so he makes sure to appreciate every little thing about you, even the things that remind him of you deserved to be appreciated.

You both sat in silence watching the movie, no words needing to be spoken between the both of you as you sat cuddled on his couch. You were practically sitting on his lap, both of his arms were wrapped around you, his body chest against your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

His hand soothingly rubbed against your skin, an occasional kiss was landed on your neck as you watched together. There was nothing you appreciated more than Wally’s small gestures of love. He planned every date with as much effort as your first, your vase of flowers that you kept in your apartment hadn’t been left empty since you both met. Even while on long missions he made sure you somehow got your flowers.

By the time the sun had started to set, Wally brought you both up to his apartment buildings rooftop, a place that you both commonly hung out at together. A small poem book was held in your hand as you both sat against the wall, your head instantly landing on his shoulder.

You opened to a random page, a small smile gracing your features as you looked at the sky, then at your boyfriend who had a wide grin on his face. You took a look back down at the floor before beginning to read.

“I love your hands. They are big hands, firm hands, gentle hands. Hair grows on the back near the wrist, I have seen the nails broken and stained from hard work. And yet when you touch me, I grow small… and quiet… and happy. If I might only grow small enough, to curl up into the hollow of your palm. Your left palm, curl up, lie close, and cling, so that I might know myself always there.. even if you forgot.”

He smiled, a small chuckle leaving his mouth. “If we don’t get married one day I’m gonna be so pissed off.” You smiled at him, a laugh escaping from your lips. “Really? Like how pissed off scale from 1-10” He pretended to think for a moment. “100” “That wasn’t an option.” “I know but 10 wasn’t big enough to prove how upset I would be.”

He looked over at you with a smile. He always seemed to be smiling while he was around you, huh? A single look at him and anyone could see how in love he is with you. Coming up on the rooftop and reading a page out of a small poetry book he had gotten you was a nightly tradition. No matter what time it was, before settling down, no matter where you were, the small booklet was brought out for a page reading.

The red haired boy took a look at you, the sunsets remaining light making you glow. You both stood up after spending a few more minutes outside quietly speaking to each other. You both walked hand in hand back to his apartment, kicking off your slides before changing and hopping into his bed.

He walked in behind you after a few minutes, your favorite coffee mug in his hand. “Got you a drink.” He smiled at you, a small kiss being placed on his cheek as he placed it on your bedside table. “Mm gonna go shower and get changed alright?” He looked at you, a soft expression painted on his face.

You looked up at him and smiled brightly, eyes full of love as you nodded and gave him one last kiss. “Mmkay, just don’t take too long” He let out a soft chuckle. “I won’t, I promise.” He took one last glance at you before leaving to walk into the bathroom, a small grin and a light blush was left on your face. Wallace West is completely and utterly in love with you. And he knew that would never change.

[grayson-on-the-chandelier]

I think I'm overdue for an intro.

💙NIGHTWING IS IN THE HOUSE!!! 💙

They call me "peacock but masculine". I preen often.

My name is Richards "Dick" Grayson-Wayne, son of Bruce Thomas Wayne, and brother of...

Jason Todd-Wayne

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne

Damian al-Ghul Wayne

Cassandra Cain-Wayne

And a lot more siblings. (Dad is a hoarder ✋😒)

Resident and Vigilante Hero of Bludhaven, but I do stop by in Keystone and Gotham.

I'm HelPol and I work with Hermes :]

I have three kids now :] @that-spider-in-gotham , her name is Sage, hero name Arachne. 🕷, Astro, @batmans-sidekick-robin 🫶 and Adam, @cookiesnotd3ad 🍪 but Adam is in shared custody with me and his other parent.

I broke up with Wally... 💔

I have someone living in my brain rent free. Say hi to Eo.

Hiiiii!!!!! :D I'm Eo, god of Birds and Dreams!!!! I love ducks and I'm Dickie's best friend!!!

You mean boyfriend?

Yeah!!!!

My account is @e0bard-birds-of-a-feather follow me!!!

Update, it's not Eo anymore. It's Stranger. Say hello, Stranger.

Hello... People of the web.

He's a manifestation of my god-marked shit. I don't wanna know.

Eo is still up, but he's out of my body now. So yeah. Same account.

ANYWHO, I'll be in touch! Nightwing out!

🐦🦇

P. S. I'm a bird until further notice.🐦

P.S.S. I think there's no further notice. I'm a winged person permanently. 🥲

OOC: Pro tip, he's turned into a God/demigod, specifically God of Memories since he's so in touch with the past and always thinking of the future.

Ooc: hi!! Gonna keep things simple, I hate disclosing myself to the public. No Offense!

Pronouns are She/They, but just call me Clay when referring to me! (No, I am not Clay face)

Dick has had Eo in his brain for a couple months, about 9-12. Eo is super smitten, I swear. I can see why. Don't worry, Nightwing is also on my hear me out list. You and I both Eo. Lmao

I make art, too, and I do free commissions!! Feel free to ask for any art and stuff. References for how my art looks like will be below 👇

I'm often busy, but if I am online, come say hi! I accept asks and I want more asks cause I can be bored easily. :/

✨Okay, here is where the crazy is. Dickie is a winged person! It's my AU of him

I'm a pan kid :] ❤💛💙

GMT +8 for anyone who's wondering. DMs and RP requests are available anytime!

My best real life friend is @ilikesnowbunnies !!

My girlfriend is @/e0bard-birds-of-a-feather !!

My social media bestie is @imbatman-imtired !! Hi!!

I am HelPol, but I don't discriminate any other religion! Don't worry! I work with Hermes and Poseidon most often :]

My favourite musical is EPIC: the Musical by Jorge Rivera-Herrans :)

Anything that is inappropriate, or something that includes any $3×ualized blogs/art are not allowed on my page. I also do not allow any 🔞 art commissions. Sorry :/

But if you block #suggestive cause that's where I keep all the spice, you're welcome to stay. :]

Not gonna disclose my age. :[ but don't worry! Mun's blog is well for viewers over 18. And mun is over 18. Trust.

I have both OCD and ADHD. :/

Mun also is not as free as a bird!!! I have parenting restrictions, studies and every week I have to take some time off to memorize some history for a quiz (translated from Asian-slang) so please bear in mind that I may not be online for several days at a time, most likely because my Tumblr is locked.

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!!

Below is IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

Art references down here!!!

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

hellooo, i would like to proudly announce that i absolutely love your work, like it’s amazing - you’re amazing

anywho

can you write a soft dom seungmin smut please

you may take that very vague prompt and run with it 😭

i just need soft seungmo in my life rn

- much love, kenzie <3

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader Word count: 650 Genre: Smut 🔥❤️ Warning: Seungmin is a troll, unprotected sex(erm use protection), name calling >.> (dirty baby, puppy, nun else fr), ironic name for how he goes abt things... >.> i think thats all... (im bad at warnings lord help me-)

Gentle kisses were peppered on your neck by the man who sat in bed beside you.

You looked up from your phone at Seungmin. "May I help you puppy?"

He smiled innocently at you.

You hummed and looked back at your phone, effectively getting a pout from the man. You smiled to yourself as Seungmin grabbed you gently around the waist and pinned you to the bed.

"Stop ignoring me." He muttered, kissing your neck gently.

"'M busy." You muttered.

"Looking at shoes is important?" He made a face.

"Mhm." You kept scrolling until he gently pried your phone from your fingers, laying his head gently on your chest.

"More important than me?" He pouted.

You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair. "No."

Seungmin smiled and moved up kissing you gently.

You wrapped your arms around him and he hummed against your lips, mouth curving into a smirk. His hands traced down your sides before sliding under your shirt, he looked at you with an incredulous look, "No bra?"

You ruffled his hair. "Nuh uh."

He smirked and lifted your shirt. "You're so pretty y'know."

You blushed and kissed him softly. "You're prettier."

He chuckled softly and kissed your neck before lifting your shirt off. Kissing your chest before taking your nipple into his mouth, he pinched the other gently. You arched your back into him, whining softly.

"You want me to make you feel good?" He pulled at your nipple.

You nodded and moaned.

"Say please." he smiled lazily at you.

"Please." You pouted.

"Please what?" He tilted his face.

"Please fuck me." You batted your eye lashes innocently.

"Dirty girl." He pulled your panties off and groaned at the sight of your already wet sex, rubbing your clit gently. "Dirty baby wants me to fuck her?"

You whimpered and nodded. "Please Seungminnie!"

"How can I say no when you look so cute?" He kissed you gently and pushed two fingers into you. "So wet already, this is really all mine?"

You cried a groan of frustration and gripped the sheets. "Please."

"Oh, don't cry baby." He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. "I haven't even started yet."

"Then start." You rolled your eyes.

He grabbed your face gently. "Being rude?"

"Nuh uh." You pouted.

He kissed you gently before moving to remove his clothes. You stared at him slightly in shock at how perfect your lover was.

He smiled his big puppy smile. "Like what you see?"

You made a face and he pounced on you, the room becoming filled with you soft panting and whimpers as Seungmin lips attacked your neck. You gasped as sucked a bruise just under your ear.

"Can I put it in?" He breathed.

You nodded and he spread your legs, rubbing his tip against you. You bucked and he gripped your hips, holding you down. You started whining but he finally pushed into you.

He groaned against your neck. "So tight."

"Seungmin!" You whimpered.

"Shh." He pulled out slowly before moving in again, and again, before he set a steady rhythm, moving faster into you, panting softly.

You moaned and held onto him tightly, nails digging into his shoulders as he hit your g-spot, getting a high pitched moan from you.

He smiled and moved faster, hitting your g-spot over and over, until you were seeing stars.

"Seungmin!" You squealed, "I'm gonna-"

He kissed you hard, his cock bullying into you, and you came hard around him. He moaned and grunted as you pulsed around him, his thrusts growing sloppy, before he finally came hard, releasing in you. "So good, oh my god..." He slumped over you for a moment.

You whimpered as he pulled out, walking to your bathroom and returning a moment later with a cloth to clean you. After he cleaned you, he got into bed beside you and kissed you gently along the neck.

[nataliesfirefly]

chapter 1 - new year, same rivalry

a/n: hello! i’m back finally! super excited for this series, it’s definitely going to be more wholesome than my other one, and more of a slow burn! my plan is to have ten chapters, but that could change later on.. anyways enjoy and please tell me what you think! if you would like to be put on the series taglist, let me know! ♥️

chapter warnings: slight language

wc: 3.8k

series masterlist

“Welcome, year twelves. It’s lovely to see you all today, I recognize some familiar faces. My name is Mrs. Chasteen, I’ll be your teacher for English studies this year.” You set your bag down and take a seat, glancing up at the woman speaking. She’s very elegant, with her grey hair pulled into a strict bun and sophisticated tiny rectangle glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. You smooth out your black pleated skirt before crossing your legs.

“As I’m sure you all know, this year is very important. You should be considering which universities you wish to apply to, how you would like to further your education…” Your attention is side tracked when a tall figure hurries into the room, his dark eyes scanning for an open seat. You swear your heart drops to your stomach. Farleigh.

His eyes eventually fall onto you after spotting the empty seat next to you. He reluctantly walks over and sits down next to you with a big sigh, like he’s just put off by your existence. At least the feeling’s mutual.

“Your grades need to be in top shape this year, as they will determine your chances of getting into university. This year is arguably the most important for grades,” Mrs. Chasteen explains, pacing around slowly. You shift uncomfortably, scooting away from Farleigh. It’s like he’s trying to take up space on purpose as he splays his books and papers across the table. You shoot him an ungrateful look which he ignores.

“Now, enough about all that. I’m going to introduce the book that we will be studying closely this term.” You perk up at her words as she goes to her desk, picking a book up off the surface.

“This book is found on many, many reading lists for universities, namely Oxford.” You raise an eyebrow and sit up at the mention of your dream school. “A classic from the Victiorian era: Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë.” She holds up the book briefly and you let out a relieved sigh. “One of my personal favorites,” She adds quietly, setting the book back down.

Farleigh nudges you with his shoulder and you have to stop yourself from physically recoiling. “Would’ve thought you’d already read this by now,” He mutters with a slight smirk on his face, showing his teeth like a fox. Suddenly, a question enters your mind and now you have to ask, though you might come off as insecure. “Have you?” You whisper back, eyebrows furrowed. He shakes his head. “No.”

Okay, good. That would have been bad if he had already read it. It’s always nice at the start of the year. You’re both even, and no one’s ahead of each other in anything. Yet.

“We’ll be discussing and taking assessments over the chapters, so be certain to keep up with your reading. For your final project before winter break once we finish the book, you will be writing an essay based off of it and a prompt that I will give you. I will also be pairing you up with someone to collaboratively write said paper with.” Your eyes widen at this. A group project? Well, not a group. A duo. Nevertheless, it’s weird for two people to write an essay together. You’ve never heard of it.

“You need to learn how to critique each other and work together. It’s an important skill for uni.” Mrs. Chasteen seems to notice everyone’s looks of confusion. “Hmm,” Farleigh hums. You glance over to him shortly before observing the other students in your class. You recognize a lot of them. Just accquaintances, not friends.

“Anywho. Please come and grab a copy, then sign the sheet so I know you received one.” You quickly stand up and head over to her desk. You want to make a good first impression. But Farleigh and his stupid long legs make it there before you do, charming Mrs. Chasteen with a bright smile.

“Hello. I’m Farleigh. I’m absolutely thrilled to be taking your class,” He holds out his hand, speaking with his velvety voice while your teacher shakes his hand with a curt nod. “You’re quite tall,” She remarks with an impressed expression. You roll your eyes. Why does everyone feel the need to comment on his height? Does it make him better than everyone else? It’s just one more thing that makes Farleigh stand out more than you, and you hate that. You miss what he responds with due to your bitter thoughts.

“Please, take a book.” She steps back and gives him more space. He reaches down and takes a copy off of her desk, signing the paper shortly after with his free hand, writing in flawless cursive. You’re envious of how smoothly and quickly he can connect the letters. It looks like something out of a scroll from the eighteenth century.

“Oh, wonderful cursive,” Mrs. Chasteen clasps her hands together in approval and Farleigh just glances at you with a shit-eating grin before walking off and back to your shared table.

“Hi there,” You put on your best I’m very high achieving and hard working smile and mimic Farleigh’s actions, holding out your hand as you introduce yourself. She smiles back warmly while shaking your hand. “What a beautiful name. I’ve heard many great things about you from your previous teachers.” She almost lowers her voice. You feel your face heat up and you try not to show your pride.

“Oh, well then, I hope I live up to your expectations, miss.” You say with a beaming smile. She chuckles and hands you a book. “I’m certain you will,” She replies as you sign your name on the sheet of paper in slightly sloppier cursive, looking worse underneath Farleigh’s perfect signature.

You walk back to your spot with a spring in your step, holding your head high. Hearing just those few words from your new teacher’s mouth made your day. That’s how badly you crave academic validation. Or just… validation in general.

“You hear that?” You ask, returning his grin from earlier. “Hear what?” He asks, raising an eyebrow and turning to you with a confused expression. “Nevermind.” You don’t know why you thought he would’ve heard your conversation from all the way over here. “Mmm,” He hums in response, and there’s some attitude in his tone. You debate whether you should come up with a snarky question to ask him, but you decide against it.

Once all the books are handed out, Mrs. Chasteen walks up to the whiteboard and uncaps a marker. “So, can anyone tell me something interesting about Emily Brontë?” She asks.

Both of your hands shoot up at the same time. You mentally curse at Farleigh and shoot him an annoyed side glance. He returns the favor. Mrs. Chasteen notices this and raises her eyebrows. “Eager to answer, are we?” She chuckles and then looks around. “Anyone else?”

You glance around the room. No one else is raising their hands, they’re all just looking expectantly at you and Farleigh. You look back to your teacher with wide eyes, willing her to pick you.

“Alright then..” Mrs. Chasteen clears her throat. Her eyes land on you. She’s going to pick you. Yes. Now you can prove your intelligence and superiority to the rest of the class, and to Farleigh.

“Farleigh.” Your hand drops back down to your side in defeat and he turns to look at you. He just winks. He winks. The annoying fuck, you could probably strangle him right now-

“Well, Emily wasn’t the only poet and writer in her family. Her sister, Charlotte, wrote Jane Eyre, which was hugely successful. But Wuthering Heights was critiqued for being too clumsy or, rather, not well structured.” He explains, sounding like a fucking Britannica article. It was the exact thing you were going to say, and it pisses you off. You rest your elbows against the desk and put your chin in your hands, sighing dejectedly.

Mrs. Chasteen nods and writes this on the board, summing up the information into bullet points. “Correct. Very good.” She caps the marker again and turns back to the class. You raise your hand quickly, and she calls your name.

“I think Farleigh’s forgetting to mention Anne Brontë. She was probably the least popular out of the three sisters, but her works are seriously underrated. Her last novel, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, was one of the first feminist novels. She paved the way for other female authors and gave women a voice.” You explain, and Mrs. Chasteen looks surprised at your level of knowledge. You can feel Farleigh’s bristling energy next to you. You smile contentedly, watching as your teacher writes what you said about Anne off to the side.

“And have you read this book?” Farleigh suddenly asks. You turn to face him, unafraid of his challenging. “No, I have not. But I did a project over the Brontë sisters last year, and my research went quite in depth.” You explain, and he does one of those Olympic winning eyerolls. “Having extra information like that comes in handy, you know,” You grin as his eyebrows furrow, glaring sharply at you. “It’s not like it matters. We’re not even talking about Anne. She asked about Emily.” It seems like you two have forgotten completely about the rest of the students in the room, the teacher, and everything else in the world as you begin to argue. It just comes naturally.

“If I’m not mistaken, you mentioned Charlotte. She asked about Emily,” You mock him. He opens his mouth to say something back, then closes it and looks down.

“Alright.. anywho, now we’re going to read a short introduction to the book to give you all an idea of what you’re getting into.” Mrs. Chasteen explains, giving you and Farleigh a stern look.

Throughout the rest of the class, you and Farleigh remain silent and refuse to speak to each other, though you were instructed to discuss with the person next to you. You look out the stained glass window, watching the raindrops patter onto the cobblestone, the puddles illuminated by the golden light shining from the lanterns, the chatter around you drowned out by your own thoughts about the rest of today.

Your overthinking is interrupted by your teacher’s voice.

“Okay everyone, that’s it for today. I will see you all tomorrow. Could you two stay for a moment, please?” She turns to you and Farleigh as you’re gathering your things, gesturing for you two to come up to her desk. You both glance at each other before nodding and heading over after you’ve swung your bag over your shoulder.

“So… you two seem very.. competitive. You’re both very intelligent, make no mistake.” You wonder where she’s going with this. “Which makes me curious– May I ask which universities you two intend on applying to?”

“Oxford.” You both say at the same time, after which you immediately turn to each other with wide eyes. What? No. It can’t be. You’re seriously fucked if he applies to Oxford. They rarely ever take two people from the same school.

“You’re applying to Oxford?!” You both ask, once again, at the same time. He looks almost personally offended by you, with his upper lip pulled up and his eyebrows knitted together in a familiar scowl.

“Oh- Haha, well. What a coincidence,” Mrs. Chasteen chuckles nervously, glancing back and forth. “I went to Oxford. It was quite lovely there, and the professors–”

“No, you can’t. I’m applying to Oxford.” You point at yourself, and he scoffs. “Who says I can’t?” Farleigh asks, his voice dripping with sass. “Me.” You reply. He rolls his eyes and facepalms with exasperation.

“Well, the chances of you both getting in aren’t… impossible. If they see two exceptionally good students who are at the top of their class, they won’t mind if you’re from the same school. They only see the talent,” She goes on to explain, trying to stop an argument from breaking out again.

“Logically, they would pick the top student, though. Not students,” You emphasize the s at the end of students. Mrs. Chasteen continues. “You never know. And backup universities are a great option, if–”

“I appreciate the suggestion, but I’ll only be applying to Oxford. It’s Oxford or nothing,” You reply, your voice full of determination. “Me too. Oxford’s been my dream uni since I moved here from the states,” Farleigh adds. You turn to glare at him and he glares right back.

“Well then. That’s fine, just please try not to take up any more class time with your bickering.” She raises her eyebrows at you two. You nod. “Yes, miss.”

“And who knows,” She says, pushing her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose, “You two might work better together. Two smart brains are better than one,” You shudder at the word together. You and Farleigh working together? Absolutely not.

“Think about it.” She points a finger and you reluctantly nod, just to give her some temporary satisfaction. “You’re excused,” She dips her head and you hear Farleigh let out a little sigh of relief. “Thank you, miss. Have a good day,” He nods shortly to her before turning on his heel and heading for the door. You follow suit.

Shit. You forgot about the rain. Before English class, you had made it inside before the downpour had really started. Now the raindrops covered every inch of the ground. You have to cross the courtyard to get to your next class, which is in the west wing of the school. You awkwardly stand in the arched corridor, listening to the rain, slightly shivering as you try to make a decision. The weather is always bipolar in London. It’s September, and the other day it was sweltering. Now it’s freezing and rainy.

Farleigh turns around and raises an eyebrow at your hesitation. “What are you doing?” He asks. You glance down. He’s holding a black umbrella. How is he always prepared for everything?

“Well I don’t have an… umbrella,” You mumble, gesturing to the one in his hand. “Am I supposed to care?” He replies. Of course. Why did you think he would care?

“You asked me what I was doing,” You throw your hands up. “I was answering your question!” You exclaim angrily. He rolls his eyes. “What’s your next class?” He asks hesitantly.

You pull out the small yet important paper from your pocket with your classes on it, looking down and squinting. “Biology,” You reply, looking up and watching all the other students bustling around, chatting excitedly or holding umbrellas over their head as they walk through the courtyard. You look back to Farleigh, who seems to be thinking something over in his head.

“Alright, c’mon.” He nods to you, walking out into the open area, holding up the umbrella. You step forward without questioning it, just thankful for the rare act of kindness. “I’m headed to the west wing anyway,” He says as you walk side by side, as if he has to make it clear that this is not him being generous to you. It’s simply convenient.

You wish you didn’t have to stay so close to him, but if you want to be covered fully from the rain, you sort of have to get closer to him, your head brushing against his shoulder due to your almost embarrassing height difference and your feet almost tripping over his. You both remain silent, with only the sound of the rain pelting against the umbrella to keep you company.

You eventually reach the west corridor, and he’s quickly stepping away from you and wrapping up the umbrella. You begin walking to go find your class, before you hear his voice call after you.

“No ‘thank you’ or anything?” He asks. You turn around and groan internally. “...Thank you.” You respond, very reluctantly and quietly. “You’re welcome,” He smiles sarcastically and you roll your eyes before turning back around, quickening your pace to make it to your class on time.

A week later, your first calculus assessment of the year is already upon you. It doesn’t help that you share that class, of all classes, with Farleigh. Math has always been your most difficult subject. You’ve never been quick to understand it, it never comes naturally for you. But if you put in the time and work, you can make it seem like it’s effortless.

Apparently for Farleigh, it is effortless. He makes it clear that he never studies for tests or quizzes. While it infuriates you, you also find it hard to believe. How can he ace everything when he claims he doesn’t even try?

You sit down at your desk, fishing your pencil and calculator out from your bag. You nervously chew on the eraser, waiting for the papers to be passed out.

“First assessment of the year, good luck everyone. If you fail, there will be no corrections, so hopefully that makes you feel better,” Mr. Bailey says as he passes out the tests. His sarcasm somehow only makes the situation worse. You spent hours studying for this last evening, although he claimed this was all ‘mostly a review’ from your precalculus class last year. Right. Review. You should know this stuff by now.

As soon as the paper is on your desk, you begin working, starting with the problems you know how to solve. You get in that zone, completely unbothered by your surroundings or any distractions, just working, switching between writing down numbers and formulas to typing into the calculator.

You get stumped on a question and glance up to check the time. Your eyes wander from the clock over to Farleigh, who seems completely relaxed, one hand running through his hair and fiddling with his dark curls and the other working a problem out.

“Eyes on your own tests, please,” Mr. Bailey sternly calls out. Your eyes dart over to him, where he sits behind his desk, his gaze directly upon you. Fuck. Now he’s going to think you were cheating. But what were you actually doing? Staring at Farleigh? No. You were just… observing. You go back to your test, flipping the paper over to start the graphing section.

“That’s time. Pencils down, I’ll come by to pick up your papers.” Mr. Bailey announces, standing up and starting down the rows of desks and picking up everyone’s tests. He says something to Farleigh but you can’t make it out, but you see Farleigh grin. It seems that Mr. Bailey has already chosen his favorite student. You never even stood a chance.

Once he makes it to your row and picks up your test, you begin to pack up your things. “I’ll have these graded by tomorrow. Please don’t complain to me if you fail. That’s on you.” You scoff quietly at your teacher’s harsh remarks as you make your way to the door. Thank God that was your last class of the day. Now you can head back to your dorm.

Farleigh falls into step next to you. “So, how’d that go for you?” You stare straight ahead, focusing on the path ahead of you. “Good. Honestly, it was easier than I expected.” You reply. It’s half truth. It was slightly easier than you were preparing yourself for, but you usually prepare yourself for the worst. But you can’t let him know that you still struggled.

“Really. Hmm,” He hums, and you glare up at him. “What?” You study his expression. He must think you’re lying, based on his little smirk and raised eyebrows. “Nothing. It’s just… we both know math is not your strong suit,” He pauses and you stop next to him. “Okay, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be good at it.” You scowl up at him and he just grins.

“Unlike you, I actually study.” You continue walking, hoping he’ll leave you alone, but he follows you. “Aw, you actually need to study? Sad.” He pouts and you actually feel the urge to strangle him.

You turn around abruptly and he stops in his tracks. “Alright. Lovely talking with you. Bye!” You wave with a fake smile. Farleigh looks a bit surprised by your reaction. There’s only so much of his insults you can take.

“Bye,” He quietly mutters as you turn back around, walking quicker and more determined, putting some confidence into your step.

You groan and flop onto your bed once you enter your dorm. Suddenly, you realize how sleepy you are as your eyelids feel heavy You cover your face with a pillow and sigh, wishing you could rest. It sounds wonderful. But you have work to do. Reading, studying, the list goes on.

You chose this boarding school because you heard it was most similar to the Oxford experience, campus wise. It was also named the most prestigious secondary school in London. You often become very homesick, though, and you long for the comfort of your parents and your real home. At least it’s preparing you for university.

You groan once again into the pillow before sitting up and pushing the idea of sleep away. It’s time to get to work.

The next day, you wait to get your calculus test back. Mr. Bailey is handing them out while you overthink and prepare yourself for a failing grade. What would you do if you actually failed? You think you would rather be pushed off of a tall building than receive an F on a test.

Suddenly, a paper lands on your desk. You quickly glance down and see ‘97.5’ written in red ink at the top of the paper. Your eyes widen and you feel relief wash over you. Thank the Lord. You grin and pick up your test, inspecting it closer and going over your errors.

You hear someone coming up behind you. You quickly flip your paper over, hiding the grade from whoever is lurking over your shoulder. But it’s too late.

“Not bad…” A deep, American voice chuckles quietly. You turn around in your chair, and to no surprise, Farleigh is standing there with his arms crossed. He’s already seen your grade.

“Stop looking at my grades,” You hiss. “Relax, I was just curious.” He smirks at your frustration and holds up his own test. You see a ‘98’ scrawled up at the top along with a ‘good job’ next to it. You huff in response, turning back around.

“That’s not even much better than mine,” You mutter. “What’s that?” He asks, leaning over your shoulder, his breath ghosting over your neck. You shiver and remain silent, unable to repeat yourself for some reason.

“Sorry, who got the better grade?” Farleigh questions, his voice lowered. You let out a small sigh, ready to admit your defeat. “You.” You reply quietly.

“Right.” And then he’s gone, probably heading back to his own desk. What a bitch. You roll your eyes and pinch the space between your eyes, shaking your head. Yeah, he got .5 more points than you, and it doesn’t seem like much. But for Farleigh, it’s a huge win. But you’ll get him back. You always do. And you’re going to be the one who makes it into Oxford, you are sure of it.

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How do you think tim would react to having a partner that doesn't get along with Kon?

this would 100000% lie on what you mean by not getting along. is it a silent, no interaction type? is it a face making type? is it a full blown i fucking hate that guy go out of my way to be an asshole type?

anywho- v1 tim varies, so!

at first, he's just going to spiral in that crowded head of his. because he's going to keep it to himself when he notices, because that is simply what tim does. he treats it like it'll be fine, that he can compartmentalize and just go about his day, keeping you both intact where you need to be.

he learns, quickly, it is not fine. and it's a lot easier to make teammates who don't like each other get along than a partner and a best friend. he's pretty much ready to shove his fingers through his temples.

if it was just a quiet thing, maybe you mentioned once that you just don't vibe with him, he'd shrug it off. not everyone likes each other, that's fine - it doesn't get in the way of anything. yaknow? he'd possibly try to mediate like hey idk why you guys are like this but figure it out. he'd get worn out by the tension pretty quickly. he already deals with enough.

now.. it it starts getting verbal? if you decide to say something about kon? he.. looks at you for a moment, eyebrow raised like he's trying to process that you would say something in front of him, about kon, and think it was okay. he'd make a sound before telling you that you don't have to like him, but you will respect kon's place in his life, because it won't be changing.

he's not the type to shout or get mean - not at first, anyway, considering he knows exactly how to hurt someone's feelings. he would withdraw. become, somehow, even more flat and dry than usual. he would.. hm. it would be clear he was upset. like, he'd nod and be like; okay, forget i mentioned it.

because cold tim is about a thousand times worse than angry tim. because cold tim is calculated. thought out. calm.

now.. when it starts getting hostile? like, if his partner just *really* has a problem? he draws the like here ( ... theyd actually be very lucky to still be around lmfao. )

kon is one of few people that know *tim* - not the 288485 other things he's supposed to be. he knows who he is as a living, breathing human being outside of the mask - even in, especially, moments he doesn't want to exist. he's not going to sit down and let someone, regardless of relationship, cross a line about someone actually important to him.

if it's mutual? he'd sit both down and finally get loud, saying it's enough and you both either need to figure it out or leave him out of it. because he's not going to be in the middle of whatever feud they have.

if its not? he would be so quick to emotionally distance himself, followed by physically. he would be different in a very noticeable way. inviting you out less, talking less in general, no longer going on little rants and vents around you - he would basically just.. exist in your orbit when you came around.

and, knowing kon, he wouldn't make a big deal out of it. he'd put up with a good bit simply for tim's sake but tim isn't exactly the most oblivious or stupid guy around and would notice it bothered him. which, would lead to internalized guilt. because, it would be his fault for even bringing you around.

at the end of the day, tim doesn't like ultimatums. doesn't like when people feel the need to make choices for him or force him to decide. he doesn't like feeling trapped in his own life. and, he's going to make it clear that he's going to choose his friendship with kon over someone who can't even be civil enough to keep him around. clearly, if you're the one provoking, then you don't need to be around.

in a situation of it being mutual, which i dont see unless kon just thinks theyre a huge asshole, tim would.. probably still pick kon. no new person is going to get chosen over someone he has his trust put in. now.. would he snap at kon about it? without hesitation. i mean, he did threaten to kill him if he didnt shut up in the comics lmfao so, he's not beyond biting at them both.

tim isn't going to willingly add more stress and bullshit to his life. he also isnt going to be with someone who has an issue with people he's close to for.. no reason. so, it wouldnt last, at all.