#More smiling friends art incoming soon

[snailjo]

Glep is a traditional yaoi artist

[dangopango00]

COLLEGE AU TIGHNARI ROOMMATE HCS

Tighnari x gn reader

A/N: AUGGGHHHHH IM INSANE AGAIENEBWFWFWWGQ Missing tighnari hours oue so I will write out all the roomie hcs I have to share; per usual its self indulgent as hell

If im being fr this is probably gonna have a part 2 soon i always forget something 😭😭 also my art of him is down there somewhere!!!!

Cw: long af oh my god

more utc

First Meeting:

- You’re a biology major or something similar and just visiting the college you’ll be attending

- You were definitely going to move into the dorms but you heard about and later witnessed some student running around like a maniac looking for a roommate

- You even got emails about it, found flyers on some of the pinboards around the school and even saw ads online (whether that be in some college gc app like zeemee or whatever)

- Eventually you did a bit of basic research on this guy by asking some of your friends or people who know him and you found out his name is Tighnari and he’s double majored in biology and botany

- You let him go on for a few days-a week before you realized he really wasn’t going to find a roommate this late in the game; feeling both pity and admiration for his dedication, you approached him with one of the flyers in your hand as the poor guy took a break from his ad campaign

- “Um… about this flyer…..”

- Tighnari’s ears immediately perked up oh you just made his week, no his month— maybe even his year

- “Yes? Are you interested in moving in? My previous roommate has begun living elsewhere” he explained.

- You’re hesitant, hoping you aren’t making a mistake but eventually steel yourself and figure you only live once right? Plus he could always help with your work! You give him a firm nod.

- Tighnari got a bit overexcited, asking way too many questions at once, “When can you move in? How will you be paying rent? Are you alright with plants? Right, by the way I’m Tighnari. I am a biology and botany major”

- “It’s nice to meet you! I’m (Y/n). I can move in soon and plants are fine! Uh …About rent! I’ll have to find a job but I do have some savings!” you confessed nervously.

- To tell the truth you weren’t planning on getting a job this early on, planning to get the hang of the new workload first but desperate times call for desperate measures (Cute guy in trouble 😤)

- Tighnari however, was unamused. His face completely dropped as if you’d just told him his entire family dropped dead, “You don’t have a source of income already…? Then why would you…. Sigh Nevermind. Its fine. This is fine. I’ll even help you job search”

- “Greeeaaatttt there goes my credit” he thought. And it showed on his face too.

- You just shoot him a silly smile and over the course of the days it took to move you into his apartment you establish some ground rules

Rules:

- He will do the cooking and he’ll cook for you if he’s cooking for himself (if he’s not cooking then you’re on your own)

- In return you do a majority of the cleaning although it’s still pretty split kinda like a 60/40 or 55/45 kind of deal

- You pay the water bill while he pays electricity (you take long showers and his plants and such sometimes require lamps + he just uses a lot of electricity I feel like it’s not usually for him but his plants and work)

- Visitors are pretty much always welcome but you have to let the other know beforehand

- Although the previous rule is true none of those kind of visitors are allowed. Tighnari has sensitive ears he don’t wanna hear that 😭😭

- Be cool and communicate if you have a problem

Apartment:

- SO MANY PLANTS. LIKE THEY ARE TAKING OVER THE APARTMENT . This is a big part of why Tighnari didn’t want to live in the dorms since he wouldn’t be able to have as many plants as he wanted

- It’s a little funny Cyno has really bad allergies so he never lived with him and Collei lived with him for a long time but moved out to move in with Amber (oue shes leaving the nest) (she’s in the apartment right below yours)

- You, as a biology major, on the other hand LOVE the amount of plants in the apartment and Tighnari is ecstatic because he was sooo worried you’d try to make him get rid of them or something; is even more glad that you like them as much as he does

- Also has a big tank of worms where he dumps all the leftovers neither of you eat. He then uses the compost as plant fertilizer

- Despite the amount of things in the apartment its very neat and organized; there are little notebooks next to every living thing to keep track of when and how to feed them

You and Him:

- He has a very old ass car but only uses it for emergencies because he’s not a fan of carbon emissions (usually goes places by public transport, walking or hitching rides) (its the little things that make a big difference ok)

- He works two jobs: One at a plant/flower shop and the other at the school library

- He sometimes brings home new plants because all the plants no one will buy are always given to him by management

- You work one or two jobs likely on campus maybe in the newspaper or the school cafe etc

- Either way whenever you get home tired or after just having a bad day he’d comfort you so much no matter how many days in a row you do the same thing, flopping on the couch and groaning

- When you first did it you two weren’t close but he still stroked your hair and offered you some words of praise but when you two became more comfortable he’d straight up hold you to his chest or let you lay on his lap while stroking your hair if you don’t mind

- “I really need to stop coddling you” he’d say this all the time but never follow through on it and you’d be in his arms as we speak 😅

- He never did stop coddling you. Whenever you watch a show or anime he’s right beside you on the couch reading his book as he glances up every now and again; sometimes gives his two cents on what’s going on in the show (my personal fave is him getting mad at the usopp going merry arc in water 7 bye)

- He has little black rectangular reading glasses idc idgaf he dresses like an old man too with cardigans and sweater vests, maybe overalls if he’s going out to do garden work (he has no sense of fashion we know this)

- If you’re willing to listen he will yap so much about his plants and about wildlife; his heart melts in his chest if you seem genuinely interested and are paying close attention

- You have a snail named Saniel/Saniela. You almost stepped on him and brought him inside, putting him in a little terrarium thing.

- Tighnari hates that thing (he doesn’t; he’s like a grumpy father with a new dog) if it gets out it will eat his plants, so watch it. 😤

- Posts it on his little conservation account (shoutout to the person who wrote that post where he had a conservation insta acc i cant find it) and it overtakes the page gn its his worst nightmare. First it steals his unofficial lover now his followers

- Yall would’ve been burned at the stake in the 1800s you’re always doing your “projects” in the house unless its dangerous (but you’ll still do it outside) like you seeing a girl on Tiktok grow mushrooms on a book so you try it at home…

- He always helps you with anyyyyything. You need help studying for this biology test? So does he, come on in. You need a shoulder to cry on? He has two!! You want a snack but you don’t want to ask too much of him? Don’t be ridiculous he’s making you something as we speak

- He’s actually such a sweetheart he worries about your diet so much; honestly he’s content knowing that you’re under his care bc then he knows you’re eating right

- He wakes up and starts his day INSANELY early and honestly if you manage to wake up before him he’d probably flinch seeing you up LOL he’s so not used to anyone being awake when he is let alone earlier

- Absolute hypocrite too, he won’t let you sleep too late no matter what day it is or whether you have class or not but when he does it he’s just busy smh

- Wouldn’t mind if you treated him the same although if it’s time sensitive he fears he cannot give in to your demands sigh

- He’s a worrywart and a leeeetle nagging but you can tell he cares and you care about him just the same

- You’re always doing whatever you can to take stress off of his shoulders like running errands for him, cooking for him/ordering takeout when he can’t cook, Taking care of his plants for him when he’s busy, etc

- If you work out in the house after moving in then it’s so over for him

- He’s insane. If you’re in the living room he will go “read” his book on the couch but he’s been on the same page the whole time, is he ever gonna flip?

- Not even like explicit workouts like squats or something; just seeing you push yourself to your limit and sweaty and grunting and— where was he again? Ah right page 52.

- It’s so much worse if you ask him to help in some way, he can’t focus at all especially if you ask him to sit on your back while you do pushups

- Also a fan of you being taller than him no matter the method. (Which isn’t hard to achieve bc I hc him like 5’1-5’3) Naturally tall? Great! Wearing platforms? Amazing! Standing on a stool? As long as he doesn’t look down then it’s hot

Funny Bonus from the ari:

Tighnari: do you know anyone who still needs housing arrangements?? pls I’m desperate 😭

Alhaitham: you could take Kaveh

Kaveh: WOWWWW…

[livingmybestfakelife]

Hate It Or Love It

Felix Catton x Reader

Everything was set up for you, new citizenship, new drivers license, and soon enough a new surname, all of it was ready for you to accept, but you weren’t being quick enough to do it, and your fiancé was becoming impatient.

For the past four years you had enjoyed your uni journey, your mother was nervous about you moving overseas, especially for that long. Your father had made you promise to keep in touch often and update them on your studies and to not let yourself forget about where you came from, he knew that Oxford would have a lot of wealthy students, some of who will be bratty and entitled, and though your family was far from being below the poverty line, your dad being a dentist and your mom an art teacher, your parents income combined still didn’t compare to the ones of most of your schoolmates.

Felix made it known from the very beginning that you were someone that was worth being on his radar, you were different than what he would usually be putting effort into, you were American for one, hailing from Yonkers, New York to be specific. He was confused on how nonchalant you were about the world around you, not being gaga about the fancy school and the students that came with it, how even though you weren’t here on a scholarship, your family was still able to afford for you to attend, they invested in your education from the day you were born and you never had to want for anything. As the years went on so did your relationship with Felix and his friend Oliver, the two were thick as thieves and fiercely loyal to their friendship, as wonderful as that was, you wished you would’ve known that it would also be the cause of your despair.

Your beauty was obvious, your personality was immaculate, it was just as easy to make friends and associates in the UK like you always did in the States, and with that came strong jealousy from Felix, the more you made connections the more he felt like you were forgetting about him, it was something he expressed to Ollie many times. And though he was successful at bringing your attention back to him, this time it was different. During your junior year you had met a fellow American student named Deacon Whittaker, he was also from New York, born and raised in Mount Vernon, the city was close to Yonkers and it made you both excited that even when you graduate and move back to America that you wouldn’t be that far away from one another, your home cities less than twenty minutes apart from one another.

Deacon was handsome, charming and very intelligent, the both of you looked to be the movie star looking power couple if you were his girlfriend instead of Felix’s . Your friendship started slow, you liked the idea of taking time to get to know each other and you managed to make it easy, so easy that you forgotten the ones you met when you moved here existed half of the time. You felt some guilt that you missed some calls, cancelled some planned meet ups and only stayed at Saltburn half of that summer, spending the other half in New York with yours and Deacon’s family, it hurt to see you pack your things and leave him, Felix had a lot of plans thought out and Deacon just had to go and ruin them, it was happening one, two, three too many times for his liking, he had you first, hell even Ollie, Venetia and Farleigh didn’t enjoy you forgetting about them, it would all have to end sooner or later.

By the time your senior year finally rolled around he had finally broke, he could no longer keep up the fake smiles and forced handshakes with Deacon, you were his girl, his one true love, the one person he’d give up everything for if it made you happy, now was the perfect time.

You and Deacon were coming back from your weekend in Edinburgh, you spent it there with some mutual friends from Oxford and now you’re ready to settle back into your dorms, but before you could his car unexpectedly got pulled over, after being asked for his license, Deacon asked what was the reason for the stop, he was sure he was following the traffic laws and knew he did anything else wrong, that was when the cop told him to step out of the car, he asked again in confusion what the issue was, that only pissed the officer off and made him open his door his door and practically drag him out.

“Hey! What is the problem? I didn’t do anything!”

“SHUT UP”

That’s when you got out of the car, you haven’t been this afraid in a good while

“Officer please what is the issue? He was being compliant!”

He ignored you and put him in the back of the police vehicle, all of your questions fell on deaf ears to him, he spoke to you as if you were some sort of victim, you didn’t understand where all of this was coming from.

After what felt like ages, a familiar vehicle pulled up beside the both of you, and when the windows were rolled down you saw not one but two people who you couldn’t understand would even be here.

“Felix?….Ollie? What’s going on?”

“Officer Jennings, thank you for your help”

“No problem Mr. Catton”

You rushed over to him “Felix! Please talk to him, he has Deacon in the back of his car in cuffs like a violent criminal, he didn’t do anything and he won’t tell me why he arrested him!”

He let out a heavy exhale and stepped out of the car along with Ollie following behind, he had a woeful expression and reached out to try to bring you into his car but you jerked away.

“Felix, what is going on? Let go of me!”

“What’s going on is that Deacon nicked some very valuable items from Saltburn, over a million pounds worth” Ollie said

“W-what? No no no he didn’t it’s no way”

Officer Jennings walked up behind you “It’s true Ms. YLN, we have strong evidence that while Mr. Whittaker visited Saltburn with you two months ago, he stole some valuable antiquities and heirlooms and attempted to sell them at some auction houses”

You looked back towards Felix “Please Felix, you know that isn’t true, he wouldn’t do this”

“He would if my family says he did”

“W-what?”

It was Ollie’s turn to elaborate some more.

“Come on YN you’re smarter than this”

“Felix, you can’t do this, you know this isn’t right!”

“It’s your choice YN, you know that Felix will always give you some say in your life…what’s it going to be? You end your friendship with Deacon cutting absolutely all ties with him and we all go back to who we once were, or your mate will have the book thrown at him, what’s it going to be?”

You broke down and cried while trying to talk some sense into the both of them, you knew Felix was envious of your connection to Deacon, but you never expected it to go this far, to use his status to ruin an innocent person’s life and reputation, he could be petty, but this was just plain evil.

“Felix….please”

“You heard what Ollie said sweetheart, what’s your decision?”

You looked over to see Deacon with an expression of both anger and grief, he wanted to bust out of the cuffs, jump out of the car and beat Felix Catton to a bloody pulp, but that could only be achieved in his wildest dreams, in reality he was one of many victims who would feel the wrath of Felix’s jealously and entitlement, you were it for him, and he’d be damned if he let anyone interfere with his plans for your future together.

“Okay Felix, alright, it’s over okay, I’m yours” you stand on the tips of your toes to peck his lips to really butter him up, you needed this to work, you couldn’t let your friend’s life to be ruined over this.

“That’s my sweet girl, I knew you’d put me first”

He gave you the sloppiest kiss, making sure it was in eyesight of your dear friend who ended up looking away in anger, once he finally pulled away he out and arm over your shoulder and guided you to the passenger side while Ollie sat in the back seat.

Officer Jennings let Deacon go while Felix slowly drove off, making it obvious that he was rubbing it in that there was nothing he can do to stop this, a tear rolled down your cheek as you made a silent final goodbye to him and the car made a bit of speed up the road and out of the area.

“Don’t be upset YN, we’re just helping you keep your promise to your dad to not forget where you came from” Ollie said behind you, you silently shudder at his voice and continue to look out the window, dreading your journey back with your fiancé and one the best friends you dared to neglect.

[longbobmckenzie]

THTH2 Episodes 1-3 Thoughts!

Eeeek it's THTH2 (Too Hot to Handle the game) time!! Last season fizzled out halfway through but based on the first few episodes of season 2, I've got hopes that this one will be better!

First of all, it's 15 episodes as opposed to 10 - there's room for development (and more bombshells/dumpings!)

There's more customization! I feel like it's improved, although others have said they had a harder time with it. I'm not a huge fan of the hairstyles and outfits we've been given so far, but we'll get more

In the initial episodes, there are 5 friends and only 4 LIs - that might be a little disappointing at first (especially since the friends are all hot - URGH I want Santiago!!), but this actually fixes some of the problems with the first season

More non-romanceable characters is a good thing because it means there will be more storylines besides MC/LI and Jada/Justin/Carter

A lot of us started to hate Jada after a while because she kept popping up and we were forced to be friends with her. Having more friends is a good thing because we'll be able to talk to more people instead of just one person. I'm hoping there will be some branching involved where some scenes are dependent on who your highest relationship is with, but we'll see!

Less LIs is fine for the reasons above - sure there's less choice up front, but with next to no branching in S1, every route was the same, and there were only 3 couples at the end. It didn't make sense. Plus...

We're already getting at least one bombshell next week! It's highly likely they'll be LI(s), and no doubt there will be more people incoming

In Season 1, all the LIs had hard-ons for MC even when MC didn't show them any interest - so far that doesn't seem to be the case, and I love that. It was weird that 9 people were obsessed with us, honestly. This time, our choices matter more

They're already setting up a love triangle! It makes so much more sense to have a LT early on when everyone's new rather than force it with a bombshell we don't even like midway through the season

The characters so far seem to have more personality traits than just whatever their jobs/interests are. Hopefully I'm not speaking too soon, and there is definitely still some of that, but I feel like I've already had deeper chats with them. And they ask about us too, and we can define a bit more of a personality for ourselves

More under the cut...

I picked Antoine so far (love a Canadian hockey player!!). He's basically an upgraded (yes, I said it) version of Theo (the art style is slightly improved - the smiles aren't as creepy this time!). I wasn't a Theo girlie but so far I'm vibing with Antoine

I was a Liam girlie, but Liam 2.0 (Wesley) doesn't have quite the same appeal. He's still hot, but Idk, he's not my Liam

There's a fun Antoine glitch (not sure if any of the other characters have it) where he's fully naked. It's pretty funny

I've already broken a bunch of rules, mwahaha!

The list of achievements this season is interesting 👀 There's an achievement for getting eliminated, which I will definitely be trying to do. And stuff about the others trusting us (probably a way to earn back money)

They still have the "beach hut" confessionals, but I feel like those episodes are shorter, which is great because they could be a drag on replays before, or when you just want to get to the next episode

Santiago is my boy, I'm loving the representation with him. I'm curious if we'll ever get a chance to get our hands on him even without romance, because we do have a flirty vibe and I would absolutely jump at that chance!

Overall, I'm excited to see how this goes! It does seem like they've taken our feedback so far, the initial episodes felt a lot like last season but that's not at all a bad thing - last season started off great, and this one has too. I do think this season has better potential overall and my fingers are crossed that it delivers

[creativenicocorner]

In honor of Reigen's birthday, I offer this : Sneak Peeks to some mp100 WiPs featuring Reigen!

From Chapped Lips : Was he making healthier choices? Was he being ‘An Adult’. What a word. So easily said in front of Mob and his friends, but if he got right down to it, if Reigen allowed himself to think about it - he didn’t feel like an adult at all.

Most people his age already had a steady income, a house with more than one room, married, and even - which always made him feel shocked - had kids!!!

But how, he’d often think while scrolling through mobbook to really wallow in his self pity mud pile, how did these people have kids When it felt like just last week they were all complaining about exams, gossiping over who cheated on who (and really some of them really shouldn’t be having kids).

Or was that not right either?

Reigen leaned back in his chair, idly playing with the little matchbox. People changed. People grew. Was he?

Reigen looked down at the little matchbook, pulled out a match and struck it, watching the flame bloom.

Had he changed?

He didn’t feel all that different. Same old same old. Or was that thought also a disservice to those around him.

Hypnotized by his thoughts and the how the flame slowly consumed more and more of the match - Reigen didn’t snap out of it until his fingers burned.

Damn. He really should get out more.

~

On the third ring, Mob answered.

"Hey Mob," went Reigen, then quickly added, before Mob could say anything, "no don’t worry this isn’t for anything short notice.”

He heard Mob settle. "Hello Shishou."

"You, uh, you doing good?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Good! good..."

"Shishou?"

“Just wanted to hear how uh,” why was he having such a hard time spitting it out? Four days in advance isn't short notice! "What's up?" Reigen rubbed his mouth and chin, as if swiping the phantom feeling of threads.

There was a pause on Mob's end, then he said "well the ceiling, perhaps a few pencils that won't fall anytime soon."

Reigen snorted. "Glad to hear you're mastering the art of comedy more and more."

"Thank you, Shishou. But I've always been funny."

"You know what?" Said Reigen, smile in his voice. "You got me there."

"Was there anything else, Shishou? Or did you call only to hear about the ceiling?" Said Mob, though not unkindly.

"Well, next week," started Reigen. There was the sound of commotion from Mob’s end, then laughter. Mob was with his friends.

"Sorry, what was that Shishou?"

Reigen lowered his forehead into his hand, and made his voice sound chipper. “Mind sending Dimple over next chance you get?” Gosh this really could have been a text.

"Oh," said Mob, voice tinted with surprise, "alright. I'll do that."

"Cool beans. Thank you. Have fun Mob!"

"Thank you Shishou, I will."

~

“Look, don’t tell Serizawa alright?”

Dimple zipped around, demanding an answer as he got more and more in Reigen's face. “Why not?!”

“He’s having fun right now!" Reigen, despite knowing his hands would just pass through Dimple, raised his hands and gently attempted to push Dimple away. Leaning back in the process. "And I don’t want to- look," Reigen ran a hand through his hair, and sighed, "I’d hate for him to think every time he goes off to have fun with his friends or something to worry about me. This isn’t like the train, this isn’t like Roshiuuto.”

“But we don’t know what. this. is!”

“So far? Chapped lips." Reigen shrugged, and gave a crooked smile, "And I’ll figure something out. I always seem to."

Dimple made a face, which was quite easy when usually all he was, was a floating face, but this had a High Def Sneer to it that only Dimple could master. “You are such an idiot. I look forward to seeing you haunt this place when you die.”

“Thank you for your concern. Touching as ever.”

From Refrigerator Problems (a yet to be published fic about Reigen and Teruki) : Teruki looked at him, incredulous to his hairline. “I thought you said you had too much food to deal with? Where did all the food go?!"

“Hm…” Reigen opened the refrigerator, and was greeted by the white/egg shell yellow void of the refrigerator interior, a half empty take out box, and a single light bulb that flickered pathetically to stay on. There was nothing to eat, “rats.”

“Rats?!”

“…yeah" Reigen drawled through his lie, though was it really a lie if someone mistook a dry remark literally? "Big ones."

From Glow Worms or rather: In the Depths of the Safflower Hills :

Serizawa staggered, hand resting against his head. Perhaps he should have accepted the offer of water after all. 

Then, quick as the thought, a glass of cold water was was being pressed into his hand. And he was looking up into Reigen’s worried face. And, this Serizawa realized distantly, he was…raising the glass to his lips, the ice clinking over itself in the liquid, cold…very cold - all at once Serizawa’s nostrils flared. The harsh chill of snow and ice. It came clear to his mind. Just as the mental image of blood splattered over fresh snow invaded itself in his mind. 

Someone had died. But how long ago? 

Last winter? 

Or a hundred winters since?

Painted over sliding door depicting a great estate. The Lord and Lady of the estate beneath a paper umbrella, while hunters on horse back fight a pack of wolves. 

It hurt Serizawa’s eyes to see. As if the colors were off, or perhaps the brush strokes too…too something he could not quite pin. Not mesmerizing, that wasn’t the word. But something else. It made his headache breach migraine levels. 

“You’re not looking so good, big guy,” said Reigen.

Serizawa winced, it was said in Reigen’s usual easy tone, and yet, it felt like a rail spike to his head.

“sorry,” whispered Reigen.

Serizawa managed to mutter a sound that could have been an, ‘it’s okay’. Then he gasped at the feeling of warmth blooming at the base of his neck. It was Reigen’s hand. If he peeked through one eye, he could make out Reigen’s face all the closer.

All the easier for Reigen to gently whisper, “seri, i think you need a break.”

Serizawa shook his head. He tried to unstick his mouth, and, after what felt like eons, Serizawa managed to say, “something is…I think, the entity, or…I don’t know. I feel like, I’m close to…maybe a clue…”

Reigen’s face drew to a hard line, “don’t push yourself.”

“I won’t.”

“You’ll tell me if-”

“yes.” Serizawa gave a weak little smile, “promise.”

Reigen didn’t look happy at all. “All right. I trust your judgment. I’ll…ask the Takeda’s if there’s a room you can lay in? For a little while? Would that help?”

Serizawa nodded, grateful. “Yes.”

~

A truck horn pulled Reigen from his time on memory lane. Opening his eyes with a gasp, sweating. Reigen grabbed at the handlebars, overcorrecting, and just barely managing to not fall to one side. He skidded the bicycle to a stop. Breath heavy with effort, and panicked surprise. 

A lumber truck passed. Driver yelling words Reigen couldn’t process. It took him a while to even process his own hands on the handlebars. 

Reigen pinched the bridge of his nose, gathering himself. Grounded himself. He leaned over the handlebars, head hung low. Small before the tall trees, the stones, the stream, and the mountain itself. A Datsueba statue on the side of the road grinned at him. 

Why did he feel like crying? Was he crying without realizing? Reigen scrubbed his face with his hand, unsure if the moisture he felt was sweat, or tears, or both. He desperately wanted a cigarette. He wanted to fight someone til exhaustion took him. Or punch something till his knuckles bled.

The Datsueba statue kept grinning. Reigen rested his chin in his arms, looking at it. 

When his breathing felt more leveled he said to the Datsueba statue, “please be kind to me in the afterlife.”

Datsueba grinned on. 

Then, after convincing himself it was the lack of sleep, the location, the influence of the case, Reigen refilled with determination. He had a schedule to keep, and, if he could help it, wanted to be back at the Gotou house before Serizawa woke up. 

With another lollypop, Reigen sped off once more.

[chloe-caulfield94]

A Miracle I Chose Not to Perform - a LiS fan poem

On a surprisingly sunny and warm day in October

a genuine miracle was about to happen

In spite of the consequences of their actions

(and fitting conclusions to their character arcs)

emerging from the ocean and coming their way

the following wonderful people would be spared:

A promising young artist would be allowed

to keep making his haunting works

after just a brief three year stay

in an institution run by those

who clearly fail to comprehend

that in pursuit of real art

sacrifices must be made

Some shallow graves simply need to be filled

with whores

I mean sluts

I mean models

if truth and beauty are to be discovered

An ambitious businessman would be allowed to keep

the spirit of entrepreneurship alive

by selling his intoxicatingly enticing wares

to the most challenging customers of all – schoolchildren

And I’m sure that such a nice, hard-working man

would soon find a new, suitably young match

to replace the one he killed with his product

One that would understand

that after a hard day’s work

(and tasting his own stash)

a “man” has the right to explode into a blind rage

A devoted school principal and brave boys in blue

would be allowed to keep supplementing their incomes

(which are absolutely inadequate, when you factor in how much they care about the people they teach, protect and serve)

with envelopes coming from

a pillar of local community

for keeping the young artist’s career

under wraps

A valued member of the student body

would be allowed to teach

many a more stuck-up prudes

a lesson using her phone camera

having never been made aware

that other people have feelings too

All those wonderfully revolting things

would be allowed to happen

for a low tall Price

of just one murdered girl

What is the murder of a single girl

if it allows the putrid entrails

of a scenic Oregon town

to keep on churning

An irrationally angry girl

who had the audacity to confront

the boy who'd merely roofied her

Big deal!

He only wanted to

do something beautiful to her

and he would have

had she not unceremoniously fled

while she was still alive

How rude!

But you can’t expect class

from a scholarship kid in tattered clothes

Forgive my sarcasm dripping from the page

I will now speak plainly

The miracle described above I chose not to perform

I decided that just this once

friendship

should carry more weight

than the cruelty of evildoers

One ghoul pierced her heart

with a bullet-tipped spear

Another placed a red crown of thorns

on her forehead

Conquering her fear she didn’t cry

„Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani”

No, instead she handed me

the final nail

and begged me to hammer it

so that others might live while she would die

But despite her bravery

in the face of oblivion

(or perhaps because of it)

a blue-winged seraph was sent down

to defend her life

Nobody would miss her

the promising artist said

and if I had let her cross be raised

I would’ve proven him right

Nothing ever is worth someone

being murdered

Nothing ever is worth someone

dying alone, abandoned, hopeless and afraid

And for that reason

unlike two millennia ago in Palestine

expiation was denied

to those who required it the most

but deserved it not

I made sure of that

by pulling the would-be Christ of Arcadia Bay

down from her cross

Even though two nails

had already been driven

her hands, feet, heart and brow

bear no holes

My supposed crime is digging out of her heart

a bullet fired by

the promising artist

Shouldn’t the fault lie with the one

who aimed the gun and pulled the trigger?

I never claimed to be a hero

and if saving a friend's life is a sin

then I’m the greatest sinner

(and unrepentant one at that)

Once you cut out all hope

from your own friend’s heart

and you nail their body to a cross

once you’re smiling over their coffin

bloody knife and hammer in your hands

once you selfishly reduce

the light of their life

to a memory locked away

in your brain

then you can judge me

But know that

I don’t care about the verdicts

of ghouls

Isn’t it written

that whoever saves a life

is considered to have saved

the whole world?

So by digging the bullet out of her heart

I saved her world

my world

our world

the world

She was the Price to be paid

for sparing Arcadia Bay

from its fate

I refused that bargain

because who in their right mind

would pay with the world

for a town?

All the fine people described at the begininng

casual in their cruelty

banal in their evil

learnt an important lesson

(and for some of them it was their last):

sometimes hatred and disdain sown

become a Storm reaped

So on an unsurprisingly cold and stormy day in October

the miracle turned out to be

how such a tiny town could've fit

so much cruelty

before it burst at the seams

and that the seeds of the Storm

sown by its dwellers every day

took that long to yield crop

[gerec]

I woke up with an idea that has utterly consumed my mind and I had to get some words out to see if it's going to go anywhere. Another alpha/omega historical au (I know I know) where Erik is the Crown Prince of Genosha and Charles his childhood playmate. What would happen if Erik's father the King decides to make Charles his new Consort???

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Azazel is waiting when he comes out from the wash tent, handing Erik his tunic and his scabbard with an easy smile. Nodding his thanks, he pulls the tunic over his head and scrubs his face and hair with the towel, relieved to get some of the dirt off his body after days of hard fighting. Their campaign in the west lands is coming to an end, at least according to General Frost, who has been leading the King’s Army against the rebels for the past six months. Erik had been dispatched by his father to join the fight, but strictly under the General’s command, and with instructions to learn the art of war from the respected and seasoned Genoshan leader.

It hasn’t been easy, as Frost treats him as she would any other soldier, and not as the Crown Prince who technically outranks her. But at eighteen, he’s barely been away from the castle and outside of Hammer Bay, with this deployment being the first real fighting he’s seen since he started training under Logan. He wishes his friend and mentor could see first-hand just how far he’s come, though of course the Captain of the King’s Guard must stay in the Capital to protect the King.

And if he’s being honest, what he really wants is to see Charles again and spend time with him, even if they can no longer run free all over the castle grounds. Though they’ve been close companions since they were young children, Charles’ freedom became severely curtailed when he turned fourteen, after his father’s death and his mother’s subsequent marriage to the traditional Earl Marko. In the two years since, their visits have been chaperoned at all times, as befitting their respective stations as alpha heir to Genosha’s throne and the omega scion of a noble house. And Erik’s complaints to his father largely fall on deaf ears, for by law Charles must obey his stepfather until he’s wed and bonded to his alpha mate.

He does not like how his warm and gregarious friend has become so reserved and distant of late, and vows to speak to his father again, for more time with Charles away from the eyes of Marko’s people. Erik is certain that Charles will confide in him given the chance again, and the close camaraderie they shared as boys will quickly return.

(And perhaps he’ll finally be brave enough to admit he’s in love with his best friend, and – assuming Charles feels the same way – will ask his father to arrange a formal betrothal.) 

“You’re smiling,” Azazel teases, as they make their way to Erik’s tent, where a hot meal served in relative privacy is the one luxury he’s permitted. His personal guard has likely already taken his meal, though Erik is more than happy to share his allotment of ale. “Did you get another letter?”

“Unfortunately, no.” Charles has written only once since his arrival at the camp, though Erik has never stopped hoping he would send more. “I was merely thinking I would get to see him soon, since the General seems confident of an imminent victory.”

“The General knows of what she speaks,” Azazel says, side-stepping a deep puddle, the ground still wet from the morning’s heavy rain. “Though it’s still best not to count the chicks before they hatch—”

“Your Royal Highness!”

Erik stops mid-stride, his way suddenly blocked by the incoming approach of a messenger dressed in the King’s livery. The boy is very young and looks utterly exhausted, as though he’d ridden the five-day journey non-stop from Hammer Bay. Falling before Erik on his knees, the boy proffers the letter clutched in his hand; a note from his father bearing the King’s Seal, though the lettering on the envelope is clearly written by another.

Frowning, Erik tears open the envelope and scans the message inside, curiosity morphing quickly to horror at its contents.

Azazel leans close and murmurs, “What’s wrong?”

Hands shaking, Erik can barely form the words to express his shock and utter dismay. 

“My father is planning a wedding,” he croaks. “He’s chosen Charles of House Xavier to be his new Royal Consort.” 

[taanoir]

Get out more he did. Gene started taking long walks around San Sequoia. He met Bella and Milo that lived just a few blocks away.

They were both really friendly, especially Milo. He stayed and chatted with Gene while Bella headed inside.

Initially Gene assumed they were a couple but that wasn't the case. They were roommates. Milo, Bella, Lucas and Flynn rented the house together.

Milo was an artist. He moved here from Appaloosa Plains. His art sold well but it wasn't a solid income so he picked up side work where he could. Bella worked in a diner. Lucas was a mechanic and Flynn, was never late on rent.

Gene explained his interest in computers and his dream of working for one of the big tech companies. Milo smiled, he hoped Gene got where he wanted to be.

Gene noticed they had been talking for hours. Milo gave him a quick hug and told him to come back by soon. Gene had made his first friend that wasn't attached to school.

[hannahlikeso741]

Sins of Our Parents (2/?)

Summary:

The year is 1920 where rules are starting to change and a new generation of students have taken over Hogwarts from their parents that came before.

Meet Arielle Sallow, the youngest daughter of Sebastian Sallow and Aurelia Gray (F!MC) and Henry Weasley, the youngest son of Garreth Weasley who is now the Potions Professor at Hogwarts. Forming an unlikely friendship, their world turned upside down when Arielle's parents come on board to teach at Hogwarts on their 6th year. An uneasy tension follows that prompts Arielle and Henry to find out what happened during their parent's time at Hogwarts.

Will the truth be darker than expected? If so, will their friendship survive?

(Sequel to Drag me to Despair, read here)

Warnings: None for now, but may change.

Pairings: Sebastian x Aurelia (F!MC) with past Aurelia X Garreth Weasley, with OC X OC as the story progesses.

The great hall buzzed with activity as the students of Hogwarts came back, after a summer of silence. Every one happily catched up with their friends while settling into their seats, eagerly waiting for what will be served for dinner, the candles above starting to light up as the sundown nearing its end.

All of the anticipation was unbearable to Henry, his fingers anxiously tapping as his stomach rumbled. 

“Y’alright mate?”

Leo Prewett nudged at Henry, raising an eyebrow. Henry went to face his best friend, giving him a reassuring smile. 

“M’fine… Starving, you know?”

“Oh mate, you didn’t eat anything on the way here. Not like ya… What’s up?”

 Henry hesitated for a bit to tell Leo what happened earlier that day. It was a family affair, something that Henry didn’t want Leo to know as he could talk to his father, Leander which resulted in something messy that Henry would rather avoid. He came up with an answer that would hopefully satisfy Leo’s concern.

“Just a bit of an argument with my dad at the station that kind of ruined my appetite.”

“Ah… well you don’t have to tell me if it is personal.” 

“Thanks mate… I’m just more concerned about getting a nice dinner to make up for it.” 

“Oh yes… I hope there are some steak and kidney pies, it would be great with some mash…” 

Henry let Leo ramble on about dinner, resulting in Henry listening out of sheer politeness. Leo tended to ramble on for a bit, but no matter, it simply meant time would pass by them faster. As the great hall began to bring in the first years to sort, Henry looked across towards the Slytherin table, looking for someone.

What caught his eye was Arielle chatting with her friends, genuinely invested in their stories. She had that air of magnetism that made everyone drawn to her. No wonder she was the popular girl of their year. While being respectful towards the Headmaster's speech about the new school year, she looked across, glancing at Henry as both their eyes locked at each other. 

They both gave each other a smile. For a minute it was only them that mattered. 

It broke apart too soon when the first years began their sorting ceremony. Henry and Leo cheered for their new Gryffindors, delighted to see the incoming fresh talents. Then, dinner was served, making Henry’s hand rub with glee as he tucked into the fresh roast beef and boiled peas. Midway while eating, Headmaster Dippet made another announcement that made Henry swallow his food quickly, trying to pay attention. 

“Ahem! One more announcement before we go. Due to the unfortunate situation going on, we have two new teachers filling in the positions only for this year! Please, give a warm welcome to your new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Mr. Sebastian Sallow…” 

Henry saw the man mentioned sitting alongside the staff table waving his hand awkwardly, giving a polite smile. That must be Arielle’s father, he thought. A clean shaven man, wrinkles and dark circles decorated under his dark brown eyes that stood out against his pale, freckled complexion. The dark brown hair was messy, with grey hairs coming out on the side. Despite that, the suit he wore is decent in a  dark brown chequered tweed, his frame well built. He aged well, Henry thought as Headmaster Dippet droned about his speech.

“... a Cursebreaker who has plenty to offer each and everyone of you, and to your new Magical Theory professor, Aurelia Sallow…” 

Henry looked over at the woman next to Sebastian, his breath taken away. She carried herself with grace as she gave a polite wave to the crowd, combined with her ethereal features that gave everyone a pause. She had a slight wrinkle at the corner of her eyes, but that became unnoticeable with her blue orbs. She had some fine lines on the side of her nose, but that didn’t matter as her skin was smooth with a pale complexion, black hair held back in a faux curly bob. The dress she wore complimented her eyes, a sharp blue that hugged her waist, showing off her slender frame, with a particular necklace sitting elegantly on her exposed decolletage. 

Arielle is beautiful like her mother, Henry muses to himself. He wonders if that is a glimpse of how growing old with her would be like. 

“A former Unspeakable that can answer any question you may have about magic. A toast for both of them!” 

Henry raised his glass as the crowd did so, though he noticed his father sitting across from the new professors, his face looking unamused from the attention they were getting. Henry tried to shake off that uncomfortable feeling, saying his cheers and drinking his pumpkin juice. He didn’t think about it as he finished up his dinner and headed back to the Gryffindor common room to get some sleep.

He should have known the tension of things to come.

…

Earlier that evening, the staff at Hogwarts conducted the regular meeting they have before the school year begins. For Garreth, it was a bore as they usually merely talked about what they had planned for the syllabus or any of the changes that may impact the school. 

Except for this year. This time, Garreth had to have his polite face on. 

“Ah, they have arrived.” 

Albus Dumbledore got up from his seat upon seeing the door opening to show the two new professors, entering earnestly. Garreth had a look of contempt seeing Sebastian Sallow, seeing his former classmate coming to view. He didn’t look like he came from the farming fields of Feldcroft anymore, rather he looked well traveled, as if now wanting to put down some roots. Sebastian still had that snarky, know it all look that Garreth despised, but it was the woman that caught his attention. 

Sebastian’s wife, Aurelia Sallow. Or as Garreth knew her, Aurelia Gray. 

She was still beautiful as she was when they were sixteen, Garreth thought. Though her face had shown some signs of age, it made her a more mature, elegant lady. Nevertheless, he got up to be polite as the rest of the faculty did the same. 

“Hello everyone. I’m Sebastian Sallow, the new DADA professor this year… and this is my wife…”

“Aurelia. The new Magical Theory Professor. Pleasure to meet all of you, though being called a Professor may take some time to get used to.” 

“And Hogwarts welcomes you aboard, albeit temporary.” 

“Thank you, Albus… I hope you found my field guide helpful.” 

“It has.”

Aurelia and Albus Dumbledore gave a hearty chuckle as they proceeded with their talks of ancient magic around the school grounds and the nearby hamlets. Sebastian introduced himself to the rest of the faculty and talked about his adventures as a curse breaker, resulting in a flustered response from Professor Garlick and a nod of approval from Binns. Sebastian made his way, facing Garreth, though there was a bit of tension this time. 

“Hullo Garreth. I see you have taken the Potions Professor from Sharp.” 

“The ministry wants all Aurors on the field since Grindelwald. So I am the next best thing.”

“Well, let’s have a great school year together, like old times.” 

Sebastian gave his hand for Garreth to shake, but Garreth gave a look of disgust as he shook Sebastian’s hand in return, the grip too tight. Sebastian raised an eyebrow after a firm shake, but decided to be polite in return and not think about it. Aurelia came in, standing by her husband’s side. 

“Hello Garreth. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure is all mine…” 

Aurelia extended her hand, resulting in Garreth holding it and giving a polite kiss, looking directly at her. She was taken aback, feeling slightly flustered as she kept her composure, saying polite small talk to divert what just happened. As the meeting continued on on what is to be expected for the school year, Garreth couldn’t help but to feel something buried deep within him was resurfacing, slowly breaking its cage. 

He has it under control, he thought.

…

"And that would bring us to… MISS SALLOW!"

Garreth stopped writing notes on the blackboard as he turned his back sharply, looking straight at the person who interrupted his class. Arielle and her twin brother, Sullivan, who matched his sister in features, flinched, looking back at their teacher. She froze as she stood still, taking a deep breath on what was to come. 

“I can hear you whispering to your twin. I suggest you pay attention or you will get detention.”

“But Professor Weasley, I was just…”

“Don’t make excuses for your sister, Mr. Sallow. Otherwise I would give you detention at the same time of your Quidditch practice.” 

Sullivan huffed and Arielle rolled her eyes as the twins folded their arms, remaining silent as Garreth turned back to the blackboard, resuming the lesson. Sullivan looked at his twin sister, giving her a look that it will be alright while Arielle’s blood boils. Professor Weasley wasn’t one to pick on her. 

When class is dismissed for the day after a brewing of Draught of Living Death (Which not many of the students were successful, despite following the recipe exactly in their books), Arielle told Sullivan she needed to be excused, still irritated by what happened earlier. 

Henry, on the other hand, had noticed everything that happened and knew where she was going. He said to Leo he will meet him later at class, something about wanting to go to the library. Leo nodded and headed elsewhere, something Henry didn’t quite catch. No matter, Henry thought. 

He made his way to the wall he accidentally came across on his first day in Hogwarts, making sure no one was watching him as he gave a little push, seeing it shift to reveal that room he knew so well. Henry went inside, to see Arielle rubbing her temples and muttering something.

“Of all the… why…” 

Arielle’s eyes widened when she saw Henry giving her a nervous smile. She sighed as she slumped to the floor, making herself cozy in the fireplace in front of her. Henry knew she needed a listening ear as he sat on the floor with her, sympathetic to whatever is causing her anger. 

“It has nothing to do with your father, Henry… just…” 

“Just?”

“Earlier on… The Slytherin girls were saying that I wouldn’t have a problem scoring well this year due to my mother AND father in the teaching staff, let alone they are also overlooking the Slytherin house this year. I tried to inform Sullivan about this and… that is when your father said I was talking too loud.”

“Hey… if it is any help, I understand. Remember our third year?” 

“You mean when your father was appointed as the Potions Professor?” 

“Yup. You would be surprised at how mean Gryffindors can be.” 

Arielle gave a reassuring smile, as the two had an understanding on how they felt. Going a bit closer to close the gap between them, as she just wanted Henry’s company for a while. He always was a good listener, one that Arielle could rely on.

"So… what was it like then?"

"... It starts with the teasing… then they begin with how much trouble I can get into, which I never obliged… and Father always will give me a hard time, just to prove that he isn't playing favourites."

"...I don't know what to say… but I'm here for you."

"It's more than enough."

Henry gave her a reassuring look as he brought out some Pumpkin Pasties he snuck from the breakfast table earlier. Arielle smiled back, taking one out from his hands as they ate together in silence.

It warmed Henry's heart that she was smiling again, interrupted by another question she had.

“Did you… ever share with your father how things were in school?” 

“...” 

Henry sighed, staring at the fireplace as he contemplated Arielle's question. The matter is complicated, as Henry had a strange relationship with his father, Garreth. Maybe because he had so many siblings it was hard for him to get his father’s attention, especially when he doesn’t have any talents to make him shine, making him feel inadequate. 

Arielle noticed his discomfort as Henry had gotten rather quiet and stared at the fireplace for too long. She placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him.

“You don’t have to tell me.” 

“But I want to.”

Henry turned to face her. As he became her listening ear when she was down, Arielle too, became his confidant. There were things they shared among themselves that they didn’t want their families or friends to find out, purely because Arielle and Henry didn’t know how to face them, or rather not deal with it. They understood each other and would never tell anyone about their insecurities. It worked well this way. Henry took a heavy breath as he decided to explain to Arielle and answer her question. 

“Growing up it was strange. Maybe in a home of so many siblings, you had to do something to be noticed by your parents. Not that I wasn’t loved… just… I felt like I was getting in the way most times and just trying to not cause any trouble. I didn’t want to bother my parents… so I kept myself quiet and spent my time creating my own world…” 

“...” 

Arielle gave him a sympathetic look, knowing Henry’s discomfort. Throughout her friendship with him, he always was the one to go with the flow, a partner to her curious and adventurous side. Sometimes she admits she goes too far, but Arielle considers herself lucky to have Henry ground her, come to her senses. Hearing this from him answered some of Arielle’s questions on why he was like that. She threw her arm across his shoulder, leaning her head on his shoulder, no physical contact be damned. 

“Thanks for telling me.” 

Those words that left Arielle’s lips made it worthwhile for Henry, turning his head to face her. Their eyes met, sharing a look of trust. Henry always wondered how Arielle’s eyes manage to shift from brown to green, almost divine and captivating. She really was her mother’s daughter, she inherited that otherworldly, royal-like aura.

Which reminded Henry of the first time they met on the King’s cross station, that statement haunted him so. 

Don’t trust the Sallows…

Should he tell her? He kept his friendship with Arielle a secret from his father, as it scared him so should Garreth find out. But if they were anything like Arielle, surely her parents aren’t terrible people. She can keep a secret from anyone and he didn’t tell anyone this, not even to his best friend, Leo. 

But they must have been staring for too long, resulting in the two of them breaking it apart, shifting their bodies away from each other. A reminder to themselves that they were only friends, nothing more. Henry cleared his throat while Arielle smoothened down her clothes, both of them looking at the fireplace as if it was the most interesting thing right now. They had no idea when it started, but they rather not talk about it. Henry thought about his father’s statement and decided to come clean with Arielle. 

“Do you know what my father said to me, when I bumped into you five years ago?”

“Well… What did he say?”

“Don’t trust the Sallows and that your family are a bunch of no good Slytherins.”

Arielle gave a sarcastic laugh, feeling offended at those words. She knows Henry didn’t mean it but the worried look on his face made her smile in return. 

“It’s all right. Though it does puzzle me why would your father say that.”

“Exactly. Your parents are forty five years of age, right?"

"Yes… is that the same age as your father?"

"It is…"

Arielle and Henry slowly had an epiphany, the cogs in their brains turned.

"Our parents graduated in the same year… "

"Something must have happened then!"

Arielle clapped her hands together, looking back at Henry with enthusiasm and excitement. Henry, on the other hand, is apprehensive and concerned, despite seeing Arielle’s improved mood. 

"Henry, don't you see it? My parents never talked about their time in Hogwarts so there must be a connection! Brilliant, we have something to solve!"

"Arielle… this isn't sounding like a good idea…"

"Why it isn't, Henry?”

“Digging up the past? We may find things we don’t want to know and… our parents aren’t going to talk to us so easily about this.”

“I’m sure we can find a way… or the opportunity may present itself… But enough about that, isn’t it time for you to have that Quidditch practice? Gryffindor is going to need their Keeper.”

Henry’s eyes widened with shock as he got up, getting his things in a hurry. He must have lost track of time being here, but the idea of Arielle trying to sort out her emotions didn’t sit right with him. He gave her a smile and a wave, making his exit. But the next words from Arielle made his heart flutter a little, something Henry denies it happened. 

“I’ll stop by later at the pitch to cheer you on.”

[truthorconsequencesrp]

DAHLIA VADRA

CHARACTER NAME: Dahlia Vadra FACECLAIM: Megan Suri AGE: 25 GENDER/PRONOUNS: cis woman, she/her BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC: January 1st, 1998, Capricorn OCCUPATION: Arcade Attendant at the Family Fun Venter HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN IN T OR C: all her life NEIGHBORHOOD: Vista La Verde SONG THAT SUITS THEM: Smile - Wolf Alice

ABOUT

Born and raised without much to her family's name, Dahlia grew up as the only child of two young parents who weren't exactly sure how to even be that but tried their best with what they had to offer early on. Working hard to keep the small family fed, she spent her childhood living in a trailer along with a lot of people she'd grow up alongside with and stick to for as long as she can remember.

She was always a creative person, picking up hobbies quickly but never quite burning for anything at all - whether it was instruments, painting or sports - at some point, Dahlia always came out of it bored and not exactly motivated to keep going. Her parents tried their best to keep her involved and engaged but most of the time, she'd find a reason to drop out of whatever club she joined.

Granted, she was by far no grade a student but school at least gave her some structure when she was lacking it at home, keeping her on track and on the road towards getting her high school diploma, just to sit on it for years and years to come.

Moving out seemed like a good idea at first but when the question of college popped up, it wasn't so much of a question where she'd go but what she'd even want to major in. She considered several courses all at once but ultimately, ended up not deciding on anything. She started a summer job as an arcade attendant instead, that'd soon turn into her main source of income.

After following through with her parents' wish to at least try to apply to college, she soon buried their dream by getting turned down and showing them the tuition she'd need to pay for. It never really bothered her that she didn't get to go - when you had a comfortable and familiar place to stay and your friends right there to walk the road of life along with you, why would you ever want to leave?

She'd always loved the arcade and she'd always loved the small town she'd grown up in - even if some didn't quite seem to understand why she'd decided to stay but with her friends and family there, she didn't feel like she was missing much of anything and therefore turned her summer job into a full time job.

Dahlia has been working at the arcade for quite some time now and sometimes can't help but wonder if that was it for her. While she loves her job most of the time, she does crave having more control (and money) and is currently working towards a management position, mainly because she wants to oversee her hours a little more to make time for her friends and hobbies if needed.

She has the drive for it and the ambitions but even someone like Dahlia, who is usually strong-willed and well aware of what she wants and needs from life, struggles with the choices she made every now and then. Right now, she can't help but wonder if this vibe is forever but tries her best to enjoy the ride.

In her spare time, Dahlia likes to play music, go to shows of any kind and find new ways to remind her roommates of how lucky they are to live with someone like her. When she's not busy doing that, she can often be found roaming around the many art fairs and galleries around town.

(JANA, 28, GMT+1, SHE/HER)

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                         Lee Seok, who is known by no other name,                                      a 28 year old son of Dagda.       He is a singer/rapper and a guest lecturer at Phoenix University.

FC NAME/GROUP: Jung Hoseok (J-hope) / BTS CHARACTER NAME: Lee Seok AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: February 18, 1994 PLACE OF BIRTH: Ilgok-dong, Gwangju, South Korea OCCUPATION: Guest lecturer of Performance art at Phoenix University; rapper, dancer, singer, songwriter HEIGHT: 177 cm DEFINING FEATURES: Slim physique, long and muscled limbs, difficult to gain weights; healthy glowing skin, medium complexion with a warm undertone, naturally fluff and shiny hair; long legs; long and delicate fingers Stern resting face, strong jawlines, high cheekbones, downturned eyes, slightly downturned lips, well-shaped nose and teeth, bright and friendly smile

PERSONALITY: It’s ever a complicated, almost impossible mission to describe exactly who Lee Seok is. There is one thing one can be certain though, that he was built for success. He always aims high and strives to achieve something bigger than himself. It is said that the devil works hard but Seok works harder. Shrewd, focused, composed and determined, he faces adversities and tackles problems with grace and well-thought-out strategies.

He is a pious son, a loyal friend, a reliable partner, a responsible citizen, and a formidable enemy. Despite being deep in one of the most scandalous industries out there, Seok skillfully keeps his private life private. Any attempts to pry into happenings behind the scene will be nipped in the bud, and any schemes to sabotage his legacy will be thoroughly eradicated.

He is noticeably selective when it comes to relationships, usually will treat people the way he deems them deserve. Generally, he is a tactful and gracious man who wants to smoothen out differences rather than arouse conflicts, so those who need their daily dose of drama would not find themselves getting in further than his acquaintance circle. To those whom he genuinely cares for, Seok is softer but also more demanding, possibly coming out as bossy at times as he always wants to assist them to reach their highest potential. Due to the ridiculous expectations he constantly puts on himself, his stress level is usually high, so is his tendency to get depressed and resort to substances as a coping mechanism.

HISTORY: [TW: mention of death, poverty, sickness, substance abuse, crime]

This man’s life, like every life, was plagued with deaths and rebirths.

Born as a golden link of the Lee family’s rusty chain of misfortune, he was named Seok.

His mother, Lee Minji, a one-time promising ballet dancer, had her dream stillborn due to a fateful fall. A few months after her early retirement, her father, crushed under the weight of the debt caused by his failed business, took his own life in Minji’s childhood home.

The Lee’s mansion, along with most of its valuable items, was soon distrained by the banks and debt collectors, leaving Minji and her mother with no choice but to move to a run-down apartment building on the outskirts. Since then, Mrs Lee, a delicate woman in her late fifties who had never before in her life been introduced to manual labour, worked as a sanitation worker at the local hospital. With only an average high school diploma to back herself up, Minji jumped from one menial job to the next, with the biggest income coming from behind the bar of a fancy nightclub downtown.

Minji only sold her mixology skills and not herself, but the temptation of a mysterious man’s smile convinced her to give her heart and soul away. There were no fairy tales in the land of evils, of course. Two months after the paper-thinned romance dissolved and the man faded into memory, Minji found out the seed of life that had sprouted inside her.

Lee Seok was tugged into the world on a crisp early morning, proudly surviving several debates between his mother and grandma about whether he should be allowed to live. Despite Minji’s rather fragile health condition, the delivery was fast and easy. The newborn’s existence was much more welcomed among the Lee relatives once they learnt that Seok was born en caul - traditionally believed a sign of good luck and prosperity to both the baby and his family, and so on and so forth.

Minji and her mother weren’t superstitious, but small financial aid from those relatives started flowing their way since the day Seok came to their humble apartment. And while poverty was often believed to rust human virtues, it was not in this case. Minji and her mother still had to strive to make ends meet, but the kind neighbours somehow became their extended family, helping to look after Seok while both the adults were at work.

Just like that, in the confined living space and boundless love, the cheerful Seok flourished. At the fragile age of four, the boy started to dance along to every Michael Jackson video he had watched on TV. At six, he added cheerful, in-tune gibberish to his solo ‘performances’, and soon started going on ‘tours’ around the neighbourhood. Most of the kids who knew Seok liked him, and their parents or caregivers usually referred to him as “the nice dancing boy”.

On a wintry evening, a month before Seok turned eleven, a teary and worn-out Minji informed her son that his grandmother had gone to the other side. That was the very first time Seok learned about cancer and death, and that having the former almost always guaranteed one’s path to the latter. Since that day, Seok decided to hate cancer. Years later, when he was introduced to astrology and found out that his grandmother was a Cancerian, the irony almost got him choked.

Time flew in no one’s favour. Long-term sleep deprivation and excessive physical labour resulted in a quite long list of chronic symptoms, and Minji was forced to quit her job at the nightclub as she was no longer a good fit. Her manager position at the local supermarket was barely enough for the two to get by. As the whole world was in the depths of the recession, the small chunks of money from relatives also ceased to come.

Before the slump, Seok had been a competent member of the local underground dance group for two years. The family’s financial crisis made him seriously consider quitting dancing and not attending high school, instead finding a job to help his mother out.

“Don’t ever think about that,” Minji, with the rare-to-be-seen sternness in her gaze and voice, told her son once the topic was brought up. “I got you, Seok. You will be going to high school and then to university. You have to get out of here and have a better life, you understand?”

Seok nodded, although he did not really understand why attending university became so big of a deal everyone around him was either dying for it or because of it. Joonho, Seok’s three-year-older best friend, was unfortunately among the ones who were dying because of that university obsession. Yet, despite the misery his family put him through on the daily basis, Joonho kept motivating Seok not to abandon music while giving high school a chance.

As a response to Minji’s effort and Joonho’s wish, Seok maintained an unexpectedly good academic performance at high school, while still nurturing his passion for hip-hop music and dancing. The underground dance group got their first gigs as idols’ backup dancers when Seok hit the peak of 16, and just within a few weeks after their performances, Seok was invited to join a nationwide famous entertainment agency in Seoul as a trainee.

“Does that mean you’ll debut and be famous one day?”

“Soon, mommy, I will. I promise you I will.”

But Minji couldn’t wait til the day her son fulfilled that promise.

It was a serene passing, yet still a little bit too sudden for Seok to handle with grace. Plunging deep in bereavement, Seok lost faith in what the future held, ending up bonding with tobacco and certain substances to cope. It seemed that nothing could hold him back from self-sabotage, not the company’s ultimatum demanding him to immediately sober up or be eliminated and never get back on stage, not the other trainees’ offers of help, not even his best friend Joonho’s begs and tears.

Until one fateful night.

It happened so fast that Seok’s adrenaline-overdosed mind could only take in the stranger’s body and his best friend urging him to run. In hindsight, the report sounded bizarre at best and ridiculous at worst. There were several scratches, skin bursts, and small wounds caused by physical struggle, but there wasn’t inner bleeding, brain injuries, or any damage that could be deemed fatal. The only possible murder weapon found in that dark alley was a rusty thin steel bar. Three different fingerprints were detected on the said bar, Seok’s on one end, the victim’s on another, and Joonho’s scattered everywhere in between.

Seok remembered himself making several trips to the police station, each seemed longer than the last, but also added to his humble list of victories over the burning craving for something, anything, to ease the pain and nervousness. In the sixth month of Seok’s abstinence, his best friend was sentenced to eight years in prison for manslaughter.

With his almost miraculous recovery from addictions, along with the extra-intense training to make up for lost time, Seok was restrained from keeping in touch with Joonho by any means. Excluding the few sneaky, brief visits in prison, the only time he was officially allowed to meet his best friend was at Joonho’s funeral. The chronically frail, kind young man was reported to pass peacefully in his sleep due to a vein bursting inside his brain, a foreseen and probably, expected ending.

Since then, Seok knew nothing else but to practice the art of performance. A few weeks after his eighteenth birthday, he made his official debut as Lee Seok the rapper in a collaboration with the then super pop star from the same company. Lady Luck was on their side since the duo received positive feedback from fans and the public. As the next solo song customized for him was an instant hit, which lasted in the top 20 of Billboard for five months, Lee Seok quickly became one of the most sought-after names in the industry.

Dramas and scandals were the inevitable by-products of fame, yet during the next nine years of his career, Lee Seok was hardly affected by any. All the dirtiest secrets were professionally kept behind the scene, and Seok’s talents, enforced by his shrewdness and hard-earned experiences, had formed an almost perfect fortress protecting him from most malicious intents.

However, as a wise man had said, ‘what goes up, must come down.’ The wrecking ball that caused legit damage was no other but Seok’s beloved manager, the same one who had been by his side since the very beginning. The photos leaked by a sasaeng showed the inside of an infamous nightclub, where the manager took what was alleged to be cocaine, with Seok’s car also seen in the last few images. Even though the driver couldn’t be identified, from the terribly blurry figure behind the wheel, some self-proclaimed hard-core fans swore that they were sure it was Seok.

As the scandal blew up, many and many raced to open an in-depth investigation into Seok’s past. The fact that his deceased mother used to be a bar girl spread all over the internet like wildfire, and many started to sniff the darker side of the story that had been covered since his pre-debut. For the first time in their long-term business, Seok lost his composure towards the manager, and a physical fight took place right in the company’s studio. During the chaos, the manager darted towards Seok with a glass trophy found on the desk. As a reflex, Seok reached his hand out to stop the thing from hitting his face. And just like that, the manager immediately collapsed on the floor, and when Seok crouched down to check, the other man had already stopped breathing.

Flashbacks about that night flooded his mind. Even now that he was completely sober, Seok still couldn’t understand how it could happen. In a great panic, the only solution Seok could think of was telling someone, anyone, the complete truth and letting fate take him where he was supposed to be. Yet, as he was sitting next to the body on the floor to muster up his courage, there was a soft click of the studio’s door open, and someone quietly walked in. Seok turned around and looked up to be greeted by the dove-like eyes of Mark Lee, his new label mate, who looked like he had seen more than he should.

“Hey, hyung-nim…” The younger finally spoke with a hushed voice, the studio’s door was shut tight behind his back.

“You, you’ve seen it all, right?” Seok said, couldn’t tell how much guilt, fear, and bitterness was shown on his face as Mark nodded.

The younger looked like he was carefully contemplating something, mulling it over and over in his head. But Seok was no longer looking, his bloodshot eyes had already fallen back on the floor, didn’t really know what he was waiting for. Another good moment passed before he heard Mark’s voice again, this time closer, as the younger had kneeled down next to him, putting the glass trophy in front of him with a soft thug.

“Hyung-nim, let’s try something. Here, you hold it,” Mark gently touched Seok’s wrist, guiding his hand to take hold of the bottom of the trophy. If Seok was in his right mind, he would definitely chuckle at whatever Mark was planning for them, but not today, definitely not today.

While he was clutching at the end of the trophy as told, his eyes followed Mark as the younger moved to the manager’s motionless body. Seok couldn’t help but frown in great confusion as Mark took hold of the body’s wrist, then guide it so that the fingers touched the head of the trophy.

Both held their breaths. A few seconds later, right when Seok wanted to ask what Mark was doing, a heave speared through the deafening silence. Seok blinked, couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched the manager’s chest moving slightly up and down as if he was only in a deep sleep.

Quite a lot happened after that.

Right on the same night, the manager was hospitalized while Seok went through a total check-up. Except for minor wounds and Seok’s mild panicked state, nothing more serious was found, and the fight was treated as an inside top secret. The next morning, the manager admitted to doing drugs at the nightclub, and that the driver was a trainee and not Seok. To clear off the rumours, the company made an official announcement about their stand on the issue, also including evidence stating that on that night, Seok was at the company practising for his upcoming comeback, which their choreographer and many backup dancers were willing to testify. The probably bad news for his fans was, as recommended by the doctor, Seok was going on a hiatus.

A few days after his hiatus was made official, Seok met up with Mark, again in his private studio, where Mark told him about a fact that made Seok laugh for five minutes in disbelief, followed by a whole hour of gradual realization and acceptance.

“So, you, me, we are…demigods?” Seok asked for the hundredth time, sharp eyes sought any hints of fraud on Mark’s face and in the firm nod of his head, but everything detected was the younger’s bare honesty.

“You’re going on a hiatus anyway, so…why not pay the island a visit? You’ll see a lot more there. And utmost privacy, hyung-nim, no normal humans can bother you there.” The way Mark’s whole being seemed to brighten up at the mention of Mount Phoenix oddly sparkle up his curiosity. And with the last yet most critical piece of information, Seok slammed his hand on the desk as a sign of an important decision being made.

“Fuck yes, I’m heading there!”

PANTHEON: Celtic CHILD OF: Dagda

POWERS: Magic Weaponry: any weapon, or any object used as a weapon either to defend or attack, becomes a taker and bringer of life at his touch. One touch at the business end will bring someone to the precipice of death, while a touch from the hilt will revive them.

STRENGTHS:

He is a 24/7 performer who can dance, rap, sing, even compose songs and play different instruments whenever asked (or not). He is physically flexible and resilient, can recover from sickness and injuries faster than the average others.

Despite his seemingly flamboyant and carefree demeanour, Seok is very serious in whatever he does. It’s safe to say he’s a hierophant behind the fool mask.

He always stays modest, diligent, and willing to learn for the benefit of himself and others.

He is willing to offer help and support to those in need without expecting anything in return. He genuinely just wants to see people happy.

WEAKNESSES:

Seok often feels nervous and worried about a lot of different matters, sometimes all at once, making him stressed and prone to insomnia. Despite his promise to himself to never use weeds or any other drugs, Seok sometimes needs to smoke or drink an excessive amount of coffee to keep himself stable and alert.

He keeps his secrets like pirates to their gold. It’s said that anyone who dares to come close won’t have a good ending. You’ve been warned.

[thebrunettemuse]

pureblood princess

pairing: james potter x fem!reader (slytherin and pureblood)

part: one , two , three

summary: james had never really noticed you, not until you came back to your seventh year pretty and was sat next to him in defense against the dark arts.

a/n: so i’ve decided to make up this complex story in my head and if i don’t write it i think my head might explode. anyways enjoy this heart aching story, this will definitely be a series. not proofread OKAY BYE ENJOY

James Potter had never noticed you, he was too wrapped up in Lily Evans to even look in your direction. But when he got on the train, ready for his seventh and final year at Hogwarts he watched as you entered in through the door. He had always seen you as the pureblood that he found quite annoying, but this moment? The sun hitting your face and brightening it up as you smiled at one of your friends, well— his heart sunk.

He wanted to say hi, but you brushed passed his shoulder to go and find your usual friends in their usual compartment. Yet his eyes lingered, he couldn’t look away.

Throughout the day he found himself searching the crowd of incoming students to find you, just as he did for Lily all these years. All he could think to himself was how he had wasted the past six years pining after a girl who didn’t even look in his direction when you were right there.

“James, who are you looking for?” Sirius asked as they sat in the Great Hall for dinner.

“Hm?” James looked over, being pulled from his thoughts while he looked over the Slytherin table a million times and still couldn’t seem to find you. “Oh— no one.” he shook his head.

“Liar.” Remus smirked, looking down at his food which made James furrow his eyebrows in response.

“Excuse me?” He laughed a bit, trying to cover up the fact this his friends were onto him.

“By this time every year you’re sat next to Lily Evans flirting with the poor girl, so why are you sitting with us and looking at the—” Sirius took a moment to follow his previous line of sight. “the Slytherin table?” he found himself shocked with what he found, his mouth turning into a confused frown.

“I’m not looking at the Slytherin table.” James lied, his eyes rolling before looking back down to pick at his food.

“Right..” Sirius slowly nodded.

“I’m not!” James tried to defend, but it came off more aggressive than he had originally hoped for, his own actions immediately throwing himself under the bus.

“Woah— calm down. We’re just messing with you.” Remus laughed lightly and James stared at him with his lids lowered before he scoffed and shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. He hated mashed potatoes of course, but anything to keep himself from tattling on— well, himself.

The next day he had DADA class first thing in the morning, sitting at his assigned seat towards the back of his class, something he was grateful for because he could do his usual in class shenanigans. But— as soon as he was starting to get used to his new seat, the chair beside him was pulled out, and none other than you had sat down next to him.

He watched in shock as you set your books down and took your seat, slowly looking over at the dark curly haired boy who sat next to you. You looked confused as to why he was looking at you the way he was.

“Do you need something, Potter?” you asked, his last name falling off your tongue with ease and he had wished for nothing more than for you to say his first name.

“Oh— uhh.” he stammered, why was he freezing? He never froze, he was James Potter for Merlin’s sake. The king of flirting, so this was very unusual for him. Say something. Anything.

“Nope, everything’s good.” he breathed out finally, looking away awkwardly. Why did he have to be so awkward? He was ruining his chances with you, which were already very slim considering who you were, who your family was.

Pureblood family, strictly Slytherin. Just like Sirius’ family. You were what some called the pureblood princess, untouchable unless you were raised just as you were. James definitely wasn’t, but that wasn’t going to stop him. Hopefully..

“Good, I was beginning to think you didn’t like me sitting here.” you joked, something you didn’t do very often. In fact you were usually very quiet, really only spoke when you were spoken to. Just as you were taught growing up.

“Oh no, you can sit here— I mean I want you to sit here..” he stuttered again, but looked back up at you again.

“I have to sit here.” you smiled, this playful smile that made his heart skip a beat and he laughed lightly.

“Right yeah, I suppose you do.” he motioned towards the seating chart displayed on the chalkboard in front of the room.

You scoffed, shaking you head before looking down at your DADA book, opening it up and tucking your hair behind your ear to expose a bit more of your face.

The entire class James was trying to find some excuse to talk to you, yet he couldn’t find any reason to. Only small stolen glances in your direction, watching as you paid attention to the professor and wrote little notes with a quill on a blank sheet of paper.

Then class had ended, and just as soon as you came, you left. James sat for a moment, leaning back in his seat and sighing audibly before standing up and walking into the hallway.

“When did you start getting whipped for Y/N?” Remus appeared beside James, which he sighed in relief seeing who it was.

“Merlin, you scared me Moony.” he rolled his eyes.

“Well, are you gonna answer me?” he asked.

“I’m not whipped for Y/L/N.” he stared forward, not wanting to look at Remus because he knew his face would betray him once again, just as it did the night before.

“Right, you can lie all you want but I saw you staring at her that entire class when Lily was sitting right in front of you.” Remus exposed him. “Better not tell Sirius, he’d get pissed if he found out you like a girl like Y/N.” he warned his friend.

“I’m not, so you have nothing to worry about.” James defended his actions, but he knew he had been caught.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Remus teased.

The rest of the day he couldn’t stop thinking about you, the face you make when your focused and how you smiled at him at the beginning of class. He tossed and turned in his sleep thinking about it, groaning as he shoved his pillow over his face in frustration. It was like his crush on Lily but a million times worse and he couldn’t understand why. Why was he suddenly so head over heels for the pureblood princess?

The following weeks seemed to go by rather slowly and he tried to blame it on him just being ready to finish school, but in reality you were stuck in this special little place in the back of his mind. He saw you in the library every Thursday, his day to study and catch up on homework before the weekend.

You had barely spoken to him too, randomly asking for a quill when you forgot one, him asking for a piece of parchment paper when he had ran out. Helping answer questions for each other when the two of you got a bit confused, but that was it.

Lily even spoke to him more than you did, and yet every time him and the red head would talk he didn’t get the same feeling the previous years when the girl gave him attention, he had secretly wished it was you talking to him.

But after almost a month of little words exchanged, something had changed, he had stood up for you.

It was in DADA, the class was learning about the Imperius when a Ravenclaw students decided to make a very mean joke towards you.

“Alright students, today we will be learning about the curse that controls the mind. It is called the Imperius curse, it is very dangerous and it is very important you know how to protect yourself from it.” the professor explained.

“Protect ourselves from it, or from people like Y/N’s family?” the witty Ravenclaw girl spoke up. James looked up from his book towards the girl, then towards you. Usually when someone made a sly comment like that you would fire something mean back, but your face told a different story.

Tears filled your eyes and you looked at the girl who had a smirk on her face. “Now that’s quite enough, Miss. Golding.” the professor warned.

“That was a real bitch move, Grace.” James said towards the girl, which caused you to look at him in shock. Was James Potter really standing up to the Ravenclaw to defend you? He had ignored your every move for years and yet here he was actually being nice. Shocking, to say the least.

“That’s detention for you, Mr. Potter.” the professor sighed.

“That’s not fair, Grace said something first.” James defended his actions.

“Okay, detention for you too, Miss. Golding.” the Ravenclaw sighed.

James looked over at you and shot a small smile on your direction, you smiled back.

After class you found James in the library studying and approached the table he sat at by himself. “Hey, uh—” you started awkwardly. “Thanks for defending me in class earlier, you really didn’t have to do that.” you smiled.

“Of course.” he said softly, a small smile on his face as well.

“Sorry you got detention.” you pressed your lips into a line. You really did feel bad, and felt like it wasn’t deserved that he got detention for standing up for another student when they couldn’t.

“It’s okay, it was worth it.” he shrugged and leaned in a bit closer. “Between you and me Grace is a pain in the ass.” he joked, earning a breathy laugh from you.

“Yeah, she is.” you nodded. “Do you usually study alone?” you asked. James froze yet again.

“Uh— yeah. Usually.” he looked down.

“Do you care if I sit?” you questioned, motioning to the chair on the side of the table next to him.

“What? Oh, no. Not at all.” he motioned towards it. “Please.” he came off as desperate, mentally face palming.

“Okay.” you laughed again, sitting down and setting your books in front of you. The two of you spent an hour sitting side by side in silence, and every once in a while he peaked over his book to take a look at you. He couldn’t help it, you really were those one of a kind girls.

“James!” he heard his name get called, looking over to see who the feminine voice was. Lily Evans, of course it was. How come when he finally was moving on she seemed to appear more often?

“Lily.” he nodded towards her as she approached him. “Can I study with you?” she asked, her eyes darting over at you and then back at James. You stared up at her for a moment.

“Oh, look at the time! I best get going before my friends start wondering where I am.” you said, gathering your things and shoving them into you arms. “See you around, Potter.” you smiled in his direction before walking off.

“See— see you.” he muttered to himself, finding himself watching as you left.

“James?” Lily called, snapping him out of his gaze.

“Yeah? Oh, yes! You can sit, study— yeah.” he nodded before looking down at his book. But he didn’t steal glances at Lily, in fact he stayed glued to his DADA boom instead.

Every Thursday after that the two of you sat in the library and studied for an hour, and every single time Lily would come in and ask to study, and every single time you would leave when she did.

You knew Lily Evans didn’t like you that much, not very many people did. It was hard to like someone who came from the background you did, you understood that. What you couldn’t understand is why James Potter was suddenly being so nice to you? It was like a switch in his brain flipped over the summer, his usual cold demeanor towards you turned into a warm and welcoming one.

So one day as you sat reading next to James, he finally spoke to you, causing you to look up from the notes you were writing. “What are you doing this weekend?” he asked.

“What?” you asked shocked.

“What are you doing this weekend?” he repeated and you stared for a moment completely dumbfounded. You set down your quill.

“I’m not sure.” you shrugged, because you weren’t sure. You usually sat in the Slytherin common room with your friends and talked about your week with each other, talked about your families or sat in silence. It was boring.

“Wanna go for a walk around the Black Lake?” he asked casually.

“Why? You’re not going to push me in or anything, right?” you joked and he laughed.

“No, I’m not going to push you in.” he smiled.

“So— why then?” you repeated.

“Sirius and Remus are going on a date, Peter is hanging out with Marlene, and I like to go on walks with my friends on the weekends.” he shrugged.

“Oh so we’re friends now?” you teased.

“Of course! We sit with each other every Thursday and next to each other everyday in class.” he explained further.

“I will go if you answer one question for me.” you decided.

“Shoot.” he leaned back in his chair.

“What happened?” you asked, he furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of what exactly you were asking. “I mean, something must’ve happened over the summer. Before you used to hate me, and tease me.” you explained.

“So what happened? Why are you defending me now and hanging out with me?” you looked at him. James thought for a moment.

“I don’t know, I guess I changed my mind— about you.” he looked at you, his face relaxed as he searched for any reaction on your face.

“Changed your mind what about me exactly?” you dived deeper.

“I already answered your question, are you in or not?” he asked.

“James.” you warned, earning a sigh from him. He really didn’t want to have to ever explain this to you.

“You, your family, they stand for everything I’m against.” he replied honestly. “But at the beginning of the year when you walked onto that train, I don’t know how to explain it but, you changed. You looked really well, happy. Very unlike your family.”

“Classic me, came back to seventh year all pretty.” you joked, looking away, but his words stung. All these years he saw you just as everyone else did. Your unforgiving last name revealing who you were supposed to be.

“Not just pretty, Y/N, you looked happy.” he reiterated. You looked back up at him. “Besides, you’ve always been pretty. I was too sucked up in the rumors to notice it.” he looked at you deeply, like he was the first person in this entire school to see you.

“What about Lily Evans, is she too busy?” you questioned.

“I don’t know.” he shrugged, he was being honest. He hadn’t asked Lily what she was doing. “I asked you what you were doing, not Evans.” he smiled.

“Okay, I’ll go to the lake this weekend. But I swear if you push me in—” you started to get defensive but James only laughed.

“I’m not gonna push you in. What, are you afraid of water?” he teased.

“I can’t swim, and I’m not just saying that to sound cute. Like I would literally die if I fell in the water.” you replied honestly.

“Then I would save you.”

[smalls-words]

Lights, Camera, Action!

Summary: Breakdowns are no mother’s favourite thing, but with a child like you, your moms know just what to do.

Pairings: Ma!Natasha x Fem!Autistic!Reader, Mama!Wanda x Fem!Autistic!Reader, Wanda x Natasha (married), Uncle!Pietro x Niece!Reader.

Warnings: Meltdowns, unsolicited touch, men, brief talk of Natasha’s defection.

Requested: YES/no

Words: 2,329

A/N - I am not autistic, but I do have friends on Tumblr and off of Tumblr that are, and I have had to help them through meltdowns and breakdowns, so I put some of my own stuff in here! I also wanted to fit two requests into this one-shot, which are linked here and here. 

credit to beautiful piece of art - jaylerdoodles

You were just a toddler when Natasha found you outside of Dreykov’s office. You couldn’t have been more than a year or two old, crying and crying and crying as you sat on the curb with your fluffy jacket. She looked at her driver, a SHIELD agent, and she darted out of the car to grab you. 

She sprinted back in and gave Clint the all-clear, watching the building go up in flames whilst she was driven away. She lightly rocked you in her arms and you soon calmed down, opening your bright and wondering eyes to instantly trap her in your love.

You grew within SHIELD, following your mother wherever she went with deadly accuracy and an irresistible charm, using the Red Room’s teachings for good, not evil. However, she quickly noticed how you would react to light, certain rooms with faint but constant noises and loud music. She had you tested by a SHIELD professional and they diagnosed you with autism and a sensory processing disorder - and even when you thought Natasha would leave you, she didn’t.

Eventually, time passed and you watched Natasha fall in love with a Sokovian woman named Wanda. She instantly took a liking to you and you to her, spending time with her to watch movies and distract her from the daunting events of Sokovia.

Of course, you also loved spending time with your Uncle Pietro, but you preferred your moms over everybody else. 

Right now, you were with him and waiting for Natasha and Wanda to return from a mission. He had sat you down next to him as you watched one of your favourite movies, the screen dimmed by FRIDAY whilst the music wasn’t too loud to set you off. Everything was perfect, until sirens started blaring above you. 

“Incoming medical requirements. Mrs Romanoff and Mrs Maximoff require medical attention.” 

You covered your ears and Pietro quickly sped to grab your noise-cancelling headphones, a gift from Tony for your 15th birthday a few weeks ago that he worked on tirelessly until they were completely cancelling. Instantly, your world fell into silence as you watched your moms stumble in, kneeling in front of you.

You looked at them with confusion before Natasha began to sign to you. ‘Are you okay?’ 

“ ‘M okay.” You murmured, noticing the doctors coming towards them.

Each of them had a variety of gashes across their body whilst their faces were covered in soot, a small cut to Wanda’s eyebrow that you instantly reached out to touch. Wanda held still and you pressed against it, but she didn’t wince.

‘Honey, has Pietro made you dinner?’ Natasha asked. 

You nodded and held still as Wanda’s magic seeped into your mind, connecting yours to theirs. *We’ll be back soon and then we can finish watching your movie.* Wanda smiled, kissing your forehead softly as she stood.

Natasha hesitated as she saw your eyes follow them, taking your hand and bringing you along as they sat in the infirmary. They each had a doctor working on their wounds, applying bandages whilst your moms held your hands. You liked having their hands in yours, the pads of their thumbs gentle across your skin. 

*Y/N, would you like to go and set up the movie?* Wanda questioned, noticing your mind was on it.

*No thank you.* You answered, waiting patiently with them.

Natasha and Wanda glanced at each other before the doctors discharged them, leading you back to the lounge room where you saw Tony, Steve and Pietro sitting on the couch. 

You watched as Wanda and Pietro conversed before the remote settled into your hands with a few red wisps around it. Natasha knelt in front of you and you eyed her hands as they raised to your ears, giving you a soft smile before she took your headphones off. 

“You’re okay.” She cooed, turning off your headphones as she sat down on the couch. 

Steve immediately sat on the couch chair as Wanda and Natasha took his spot, with Tony saying goodnight whilst Pietro sat on the other end of the couch. You pressed play on your movie and FRIDAY set your preferred settings once more. 

After a while, Wanda and Natasha noticed how you had fallen asleep, curled up into them. The two women who never thought they would feel love found it in each other, but most importantly, they found it in you. 

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A few days later, your moms had healed completely and Tony decided a celebration was in order for the successful mission. Natasha and Wanda gave him a long list of requirements because they wanted you there celebrating with them, so they would do everything in their power to make it happen.

“Music has to be no louder than a conversation, lights can’t be more than 50%, and nobody touches her but us, you and Pietro. Got it?” Natasha asked him.

“FRIDAY, make those adjustments.” He spoke out to the room, watching as everything was set up nicely. 

Wanda and Natasha made their way up to your room as guests started arriving, watching as you slipped your nice silk shirt over your head before clasping a necklace with a combined charm of your mothers’ symbols. 

“Are you ready, munchkin?” Natasha smiled at you and you nodded weakly, alerting her.

She walked over and sat next to you, with Wanda doing the same, and she took your hand in hers. She pressed her thumb into your palm and watched you slowly calm down.

“Y/N, you are our precious little girl. We have made sure that everything is perfect for you and Tony even made you something.” Wanda’s hand glowed before a box appeared in her hand.

She took one of the small chips and pressed them against the skin behind your ear, with Natasha doing the same on your other side. 

“These are nanite headphones that you can wear if things get too loud, and you just press them to make them come out. They’re mostly invisible but Wanda’s magic allows her to be able to see them.” Natasha explained.

You nodded and took a deep breath, taking Natasha’s hand fully as she led you out to the party. The volume was minimal and you kind of liked it, holding your mother’s hand as you went down the stairs. 

You sat by the bar as she worked, serving drinks for the guests and kissed Wanda whenever she came over whilst the Sokovian mother always checked in on you. She didn’t show it, but there was a shield around you whenever somebody got too close, pushing them away subtly. 

“Good evening, kiddo. Shouldn’t you be at home, doing some colouring or some shit?” A man asked you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Please don’t touch me.” You stated, sipping on your apple juice that Natasha had poured.

“Fair enough.” He backed off, sitting down next to you.

“Please go away.” 

“What? I can’t have a drink and a chat with a kid?” He scoffed.

You pressed lightly on your headphones and they melted over, silencing the room and him for a few moments before he put his hand back on your shoulder. You could read his lips, his argument of you ignoring him going nowhere, and you desperately felt the need to leave. 

Without blinking, you watched a red tendril snake around his arm to his hand, peeling each of his fingers off of you. You felt a familiar hand come to rest on the base of your back and the man was shoved off of his chair by a red force.

*Malen’kiy (little one), you may remove your headphones if you’d like. I’ve made him quiet.* Wanda reported in your mind and you did.

“Why are you touching my daughter when she has asked you not to do so?” She glared at the man.

“I just…” He trailed off, realising his voice was reduced to a whisper. 

“You were just…?” 

“Being an asshole.” Natasha stepped in front of you and shot a Widow Bite at him, making him spasm on the floor.

“Everybody listen up!” Wanda yelled, muffling the sound for your ears.

“If anyone touches Y/N Romanoff-Maximoff, you will face a fate much worse than death.” 

“You will face us.” Natasha growled, turning back to see your hands start to flap.

“Y/N, Y/N, honey, look at Mama.” Wanda cooed, bringing your eyes to hers.

“Deep breaths, pumpkin. In for four, out for four. You can do it, you’ve done it before, I believe in you.” 

You tried, you really did, but everything overwhelmed you. The music sounded like a cacophony in your ears, the lights blinded you and everyone’s voices tipped you over the edge.

“Mama.” You whined, looking up at them both. 

“Mama, Mama, Mama…” Your breathing turned into hyperventilating and before you knew it, everything stopped.

The bar turned into your room, the darkness helping your light sensitivity calm whilst the sound disappeared. You felt pressure surrounding you and you fell back into your mind, seeing red magic swirl around your body and holding you tightly.

“Easy, my little girl.” Natasha cooed, cupping your cheeks before she wrapped you in a tight hug.

You hugged her back, letting the tears fall as you clung to her suit. You heard the soft twinkling of your other mother’s magic before the pressure surrounding you increased, Wanda’s soft hands tickling the skin of your cheeks.

“We’ve got you, honey. We always will.” She assured you, feeling your mind calm further and further.

After about half an hour of constant pressure, you felt the change in your mind snap and you pushed against your moms, who instantly let go and let you move around the bed.

“I’m sorry for ruining the party. I’m sorry for disappointing you and I’m sorry for being a wreck.” You sniffled, only for them both to come into your vision and shush you.

“No, Y/N, you could never disappoint us. And you are not a wreck - you work differently to others. You are a brilliant artist and such a smart girl.” Wanda smiled tearily, hating the fact that you doubted yourself. 

“Remember when you painted Mama that really nice sunset?” Natasha grinned, distracting your mind even if for a moment.

“Yeah.” You murmured happily.

“It was so pretty… And it was the anniversary of Oma and Opa’s deaths.” 

Wanda nodded, her lips breaking into a toothy grin. “That’s right, fetita mea (my baby girl). Do you remember what you said?” 

“Oma and Opa were there that sunset.” You smiled, hugging Wanda tightly.

“Thank you, Mama. Thank you, Ma.” You muffled against her shirt, making her smile as she tickled her nails up and down your spine.

“Would you like to go to sleep, Y/N?” Natasha asked, tucking a few loose pieces of hair away from your beautiful face.

You nodded and let them tuck you in after changing out of your party clothes, holding tightly onto a stuffed pillow Tony designed to have their insignias on both sides. 

“It's okay. You did well. Rely on me, let me handle the rest for you.” Natasha cooed. 

You closed your eyes as you felt your moms kiss your forehead softly, the door about to close before you piped up.

“Love you, Mamas.” 

They grinned, opening the door briefly to see you smiling. “Goodnight, Y/N.” They blew you a kiss each before the door closed, leaving you in the comfortable darkness and quiet of your room. 

Wanda and Natasha only spoke as they got to the end of the hall, with FRIDAY’s confirmation of the airtight seal in your room. 

“What are you planning?” Wanda asked, taking her wife’s fist into both of her hands.

“I am going to kill him for touching our baby.” The Widow hissed, her Russian accent pulling out from underneath her mask.

Wanda shook her head. “No. No, you are not going to kill him because you are better than that, you are better than him. You are not a god, Natasha Romanoff. You are my wife, you are Y/N’s mother, and you are an Avenger. Yes, he is a scoundrel, but fate will guide him on his doomed path.”

She kissed the very ring she put on Natasha’s finger before she cupped her cheeks and they touched foreheads. “Who are you?” 

Natasha took a few deep breaths before pulling Wanda in by her waist, keeping their foreheads together. “Yours.” 

“Good. Now, let’s go and save some food for Y/N tomorrow. No seafood, and nothing too squishy.” Wanda kissed her softly.

Natasha grinned before Wanda sprinted down the hallway, enticing her wife to chase her but she heard a door creak open behind her. She turned around and saw you, yawning as you walked down to her with your favourite water bottle, empty. 

“Ma…?” You asked, holding it out to her.

“Of course I can refill your water bottle, baby.” She kissed your forehead and walked you to the bathroom, filling it for you before she took you back to bed and tucked you in once more.

“Stay.” You murmured, blindly reaching for her hand since your eyes were closed.

Her heart melted and she gripped your hand, which pulled her onto the bed. She moved up so that you could be close to her heart, gripping onto her shirt whilst you held your stuffed pillow. 

“Lyublyu tebya, Ma. (Love you, Ma.)” You whispered as you fell asleep.

“Ya lyublyu tebya bol'she, moya dragotsennaya malen'kaya devochka. (I love you more, my precious little girl.)” She cooed, kissing your temple softly.

She smirked as she felt a prod against her mind. *You are so lucky that she’s your reason for not helping me.* 

*I love you too, Wanda.* 

*I know you do.* 

Natasha chuckled and closed her eyes, relishing in the fact that not only had she found love, but in her eyes, she was no longer a monster.

How could she be when she had you?

[signedaiko]

Royalty [Tarn x Reader x Overlord]

Reader is Cybertronian Femme | MTMTE Based

Recommended Song - Dernière Danse by Indila

'You have got to be kidding me.' It had been thousands of years since you had last heard anything from this mech. Why now?  A large ship paced below my own smaller one, housing only a crew of 30 or so cons. I would recognize the peaceful tyranny from anywhere, I was more so unsure of why they were here. Tarn was not one to warn anyone of his endeavors if he intended harm.  I had more reasons to be worried when I noticed Deathsaurus ship pull over top and another much smaller one behind me. Something was up for certain. Standing in the front navigation section of the ship I waited for any kind of hail or notice.  Beep! Beep! The incoming call on the front radar flashed, and I was quick to answer. A cross-section of three faces appeared, mine along the bottom part. Tarn was accounted for on the top, to the left was...Deathsaurus, and to the right...Overlord? This was more than strange.  Hiding my discomfort behind my mask, I tilted my helm upwards. "Hello, Tarn." Quick and to the point would suffice, my patience was running thin. "Happy to see I was invited to the little group chat." A jestful throw, I couldn't help myself. Deathsaurus seemed to crack a small smile, and I had my own forming behind the faceplate, I knew he was the least of my worries tonight. No one else had spoken yet, and I was beginning to contemplate pressing the panic button.  "I have a proposal for you, y/n."  ~~~~~~~~~ It didn't take long for my ship to lock itself into place atop the tyranny, latches keeping it from floating off. There was business to attend to, so I dropped my crew off on Deathsaurus' ship first; they had plenty of friends there and it would hopefully help manage the rising stress levels visible on the ship's AI health data.  When I climbed into the great Tyranny, I was face to face with none other than Vos. We had met before, in not so similar circumstances. I still had some holes hiding under my faceplate courtesy of him.  His unfamiliar tongue broke the silence and he moved to rushed me over to where I was presuming I would meet the rest.  One step at a time, I got there faster than I'd of liked. The smaller purple con didn't seem to care for my discomfort and rushed me into the large room. A table was in the middle, and around it? The entirety of the DJD,  the murderous Overlord, and the sweet Deathsaurus.  All eyes were on me,  the grip my own servos had behind my back became near painful as they pulled in an attempt to reduce stress. I had encountered each on their own before, why was it so hard to do now? "Y/N! Come join us." Deathsaurus smiled and motioned for me to stand next to him, which I did in haste. He was the only one I trusted enough here, I had been a part of his crew long ago; we were good friends now.  "So," There wasn't much to speak about, the deal was already sealed. I supposed Tarn just wanted to intimidate me into staying with them, "You got a new arm."  The words bounced around my head as my arm instinctively moved into my vision. It looked near identical to my other one; aside from its newer paint and finer shape. It was more the insinuation behind the words that bothered me.  'Wouldn't have needed it had it not been for your mistake.' I bit my tongue, careful y/n.  "I didn't exactly have a choice." That's where the wall between the conversation finally worked, and Tarn turned to his crew to begin discussing something about security. My optics finally trailed up the largest threat of the room, meeting his red ones that framed a smirk.  He treads carefully to a door, and I followed suit. The door closed nimbly behind us and freed me from the nervous breakdown I was about to have in there. It was so terribly awkward when you sat in a room full of old acquaintances, friends and enemies alike. What kind of high school reunion was this? "Never expected you to have made it so far, y/n." Overlord found his voice, purring out my name while he led us on our stroll. I used to know him well. "And clearly you took to some changes."  His remark wasn't wrong. Last we met I was a scientist under

the cons, a shy nobody with a bright colour palette and hope for a better world. Now? I looked dull in comparison to then- however, I myself glowed brighter than any star now.  "Seems I made a name for myself out there, and you did too?" Less of a question than a statement, but I wouldn't help but wonder what he had done to get here. I've heard whispers of his designation over the many years since we last spoke.  A shift of air caught me changing stance, pressing a blaster to the mech's stomach; his servo inches from my neck. He had become predictable too.  "Feisty~!" His grin looked sick, he looked like a psycho. I wasn't about to play cat and mouse with him though, his games were for children. My servo pulled something from a compartment I had on myself,  dangling the device before his very optics.  "And to think I was going to give this to you." I teased, swinging it back and forth. I would have my own fun. His servo moved away from my neck to snatch the device, and for once I could have sworn he was impressed.  "How?" The device was a kill switch; many existed! But this one was for a particular person, a certain one that stood before me. I knew he would want it; even if it could no longer harm him.  "By stealing it from Megatron." A sharp voice cut through, it was angry. We both turned to see Tarn and his crew behind us, Kaon's hands were crackling with electricity.  "You would be mistaken," I dared, stepping closer to the DJD all to everyone's surprise. I had survived them once, I would do it again. "For he gave it to me."  My servo moved to my faceplate, pulling it off with a click and a hiss. Below my optics was my mouth, and nothing more. But on the inside of the plate? A special insignia sat, revealed to the rest.  "By Primus..." I heard Overlord take a sharp intake of air, before a deep chuckle reigned, "This whole time we have had royalty onboard?" The insignia of the Royal Sciences Division, or the R.S.D. It was a Decepticon logo, however, the top of it had a golden crown decorating it. The symbol of a long-forgotten crew that served right by Megatron, awarded for the advancements made by mechs and femmes of every flavour.  It didn't take long for the tension to drop, and I had finally stopped right in front of Tarn, looking him straight in the optics.  "Consider yourself lucky." A smile formed, servo pushing my mouth guard right back into place where it belonged. In the world of war, I outranked everyone in the room. I did not want to reveal it so soon but... It was better now than after the torture.  Considering the silence of my dismissal, I stalked back over in the direction of my ship, removing myself from the room. Overlord watched my figure disappear with a sudden glint in his optics, a hunger I failed to notice.  It seemed both Tarn and Overlord had something new of interest.

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Art by - Exodus Requested by - Perth Word Count - 1,318

[pastxlscorp]

Bully! Mitsuya Fanfic (pt.1)

Chapter I: Inception

✿ Word Count: 2.1k

✿ Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x reader

✿ Topics covered: (Eventual) Enemies to lovers trope, Y/N POV, tsundere-Mitsuya, bully! Mitsuya, fem. reader, minor manga spoilers, Bully! Mitsuya headcanons from last post

He lifted his large palm, coated in silver and black rings to match his attire. He was wearing a black mock turtleneck that matched his jet black hair. In his youth, he had lilac-colored hair that was either in a buzz-cut or grown out to a mullet. Now, he sported his black hair in his college-years. He was studying to become a fashion designer, a dream he had since his youth after his love blossomed for sewing. It had begun as a chore in order to keep his sisters satisfied and happy, saving money from buying toys by simply creating them himself. As he practiced it more and more, he began to realize how intricate fabrics were. How beautiful colors could come together and form the prettiest structures and designs -- how even the ugliest colors would look elegant if you paired them properly with the right colors, or carefully took apart the threads to create something new. You on the other hand were not studying to become a fashion designer, but rather a photographer. In your youth, you were a free-lancer in art and a quiet overachiever. You had many different career options open to you, but nothing really opened you up in the way art did. You participated in many different types of art, you loved painting, sewing, embroidery, name it, you’ve probably dabbled in it. One day, your class was introduced to your photography unit and all the puzzle pieces fell into the designated places, the pieces being lost and untouched for years. Nothing brought you more joy than snapping someone’s photo on the street to surprise them with the way the sunlight beautifully encapsulated their figure. Nothing brought you more joy than taking an eerily aesthetic photo of the rain pouring on the people below your building as a lady frolocked in the rain below, eager to rejoice in mother nature’s beauty.

Truthfully, your relationship had not started out the way it was now. With his palm ever so elegantly shoving you to the floor, your photographs spilling out of your portfolio as you hit the cold tile floor, protecting your chest by landing on your elbow and knee. Snickers, chuckles, giggles-- they all filled the hallway after seeing you collapse. Only a select few actually took pity on you, including one of his loyal followers, Hakkai Shiba. Mitsuya was usually followed around by two close-friends, Yasuda-san and Hakkai. Yasuda-san was also a fashion major, while Hakkai was planning to become a model. Mitsuya was very well respected amongst the campus for many different reasons. Firstly, he was gifted with the intellect of sewing intrigue designs that made everyone sigh in awe. Secondly, pretty-privilege. You hated to admit it but Mitsuya was a very attractive-looking man, his hair was always fluffed to the right extent, he was well-dressed, and leading into the third reason, he was smart. Despite being a part of the Tokyo Manji Gang, otherwise known as Toman, as one of the second division captains, he was able to manage schoolwork as an overachiever and was known for his intellect. Not to mention, keeping his division in check along with his two younger sisters AND the sewing club that he managed at his school? It was no wonder he was seen as the perfect boyfriend, he had all of his together. This was the reason why his disregard of you was seen as acceptable, everyone assumed you must have done something wrong for him to treat you this way, right?

Incorrect assumption. You have never done anything wrong to Mitsuya-- in fact… you don’t really remember doing anything to him, period. You both met by chance in his home-economics club, which he decided to suggest to the college board upon seeing there was not a club that actively encouraged sewing. At the time, most participants on campus were graphic designers, artists, not really looking to take the fashion industry by storm as Mitsuya was. However, he was able to persuade the board and even got petition signatures to seal it all off. He was the president of the club and upon seeing the posters taped in the hallways, you instantly took the opportunity to get any extracurricular activities on your transcript. He welcomed you into the club but it wasn’t like you got that much of his attention-- after all, the club filled up quickly with Mitsuya’s admirers. Although, shortly before he began his cruel treatment and behavior towards you, it actually seemed like you two were becoming friends. He would begin to check on you a little more frequently than the rest, tapping your shoulder with a warm smile, asking you how your project was going. You would show him your small projects, nothing too big as it had nothing to do with your major, but projects that you enjoyed and had fun doing nonetheless. He seemed most amused by the sweater you created for your dog by letting out a soft chuckle. In return, he showed you the sweaters he made for his sisters, who were now teenagers. It became a routine for him to walk over to you after checking up on everyone else and talk until club hours were over. He’d find anything to talk about and it made your heart swell with how he actually took the time out of his day to make sure you didn’t feel alone. You were sure he had picked up on how you lacked friends in his club, he was clearly trying to make you feel welcome and you couldn’t help but begin to admire him even more than you once had.

One day, however, it suddenly changed. His demeanor was suddenly cold and unwelcoming to you. You noticed when you walked into his club as you normally did, taking your seat. He did not visit you within the 10 minutes it usually took him to check upon everyone else. It took much, much longer, so you simply assumed everyone needed more help than usual. However, when he came over to your table, his words startled you so much that you pricked yourself with your needle, rushing your eyes to meet his own at his sudden harshness.

┃ “Looks like someone isn’t paying attention.”

The venom in his words made your cheeks flush with a tint of red, noticing some of the club members staring at you, also in surprise of his harsh tone. You open your mouth, quickly questioning his behavior, all of your words coming out panicked, in fear you’ve done something wrong-- something to disappoint, or upset him.

┃ “What do you mean, Pres? My projects have never been an issue before.”

┃ “Nicknames are a privilege. Call me by my proper title.” He snapped, your peers widening their eyes, for he never required anyone to call him by his last name.

┃ “...President Mitsuya, I apologize. However, you can’t just--”

┃ “Look around,” he motions his arm towards the surrounding students working at their tables, sewing much larger projects and others measuring their models for their designs. Your right eyebrow began to raise in confusion, he had never minded your small projects. Yet, here he was, embarrassing, no-- humiliating you in front of your peers about how minuscule your projects were in comparison.

┃ “Your peers all have their mind set on a big project or several larger projects. Yet, here you are with your small little trinkets. They’re working hard, and you’re doing the bare minimum to have your work completed for this club.”

Tears began to prick your eyes, questioning what his true motive was here. Surely, the projects weren’t the issue. This… this was too strong of a switch-up. Something had triggered this outburst of his, but you weren’t sure what. He was always stressed, all the time actually-- had he perhaps overwhelmed himself and he was taking it out on you?

┃ “(Y/N).” Your name so violently came out of his mouth, as if it had just crashed on cement. It wasn’t the silky and softer voice you were accustomed to hearing when speaking with him. “Get your head out of the clouds. Are you listening?”

┃ “Sir… I mean, President Mitsuya, with all due respect, you seem to be… unfairly targeting me. Some of these students are creating something as simple as a sweater for their friends, why is something for my dog any different?”

The rest of the club began planning your funeral. While never seeing him this upset on school grounds, they have heard about how foul he could get with his division members. Questioning him was bound to make him explode. They all froze, eyes drifting to Mitsuya for an incoming scolding.

┃ With a harsh grab, his fingers glide under your chin as he lifts it up to meet his face directly. “'You questioning me?”

┃ “N-no sir! I mean no disrespect, I just-”

┃ “You’ll be staying after club hours.”

┃ “B-but sir I have-”

┃ “I was NOT asking.” He half-shouts, dropping your chin from his harsh grip as he makes it back to the front of the classroom where he continues to work on his own projects. Your fellow club members pitied you at first, but after seeing how harsh he got later on with you as the bullying continued, they assumed this was the result of an external conflict.

You don’t remember what he told you after club hours. He was yelling something about how you were stupid, a dumbass, and well, you get the rest. Cruel words were thrown at you as if the day before he wasn’t so fondly helping you with the sweater for your dog-- helping you perfect the stitch of his name. Any time you questioned him or flat-out denied his accusations and heinous words, he would yank your chain and pull you so you were right in front of him as he stared down at you. It was enough to scare you out of ever providing a rebuttal, and you soon learned that as the bullying continued.

Now, here you are, on the floor, calmly collecting your portfolio photographs, not even phased by his now-normal harassment. Usually, a shove would be enough to appease him, but today it seemed like one of those days where he wanted more. He walked over to your kneeling figure as you collected your portfolio, your head turned away from him to avoid giving him any form of satisfaction.

┃ “What do you say after you bump into someone?”

┃ “I didn’t bump into you, dickhead.”

With a swift motion, he forcefully grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him, his lavender eyes piercing straight through you. He was clearly unsatisfied with your response.

┃ “What do you say after you bump into someone, skank?”

Every time you questioned him or talked back, you knew it simply made him angrier. You quickly learned that him acting out was his way of earning your attention, but for whatever reason it was, you couldn’t figure out why. What you did learn, however, from your many other incidents with him, is that he would praise you when you were obedient. Eager to get this over with and save yourself any more humiliation, you replied:

┃ “I’m sorry.”

┃ “I’m sorry…?”

┃ With a sigh, you continue, “I’m sorry, President Mitsuya.”

He smirks, now satisfied with your answer. He taps your cheek with his right index finger and replies:

┃ “Good girl.”

You swipe your face away from his grasp and continue collecting your photographs, along with your notebooks and planner that had slipped out. Mitsuya scoffs as you once more retract your attention away from him and walks away with Yasuda-sun snickering. Hakkai, however, stays behind and examines you for a few brief moments. He walks over to you and begins helping you organize your bookbag. You look up and smile-- despite his silence, his eyes offered every form of apology he could give you. You had learned Hakkai was afraid to speak up to Mitsuya because he was his best friend and was afraid any talkback from him would only result in a deeper hatred for you. You didn’t mind, however, you just appreciated how Hakkai kept you grounded. He helped you remember you didn’t do anything wrong, this was Mitsuya’s doing and his alone. Hakkai was always well-dressed as well, you noticed. He was wearing an incredibly long trench coat with beautiful shades of baby blue, ocean blues and a bright orange that made everything pop. It covered a black mock turtleneck that seemed to be matching the one Mitsuya was wearing and in fact, Hakkai also seemed to have an earring on one ear, similar to Mitsuya. It appeared that he deeply respected Mitsuya, his outfit seemed to be heavily inspired by his own. With everything settled in your bookbag once more, he offered you a pat on the head with a smile as you nodded and thanked him before running off to your first class of the day.

✿ a.n. // I finished this chapter while finishing my AP Psychology hw. I had started writing it and then idk why but I was re-reading the manga and went “wait, now what if we have Hakkai and Yasuda-san…” and ta-da, take my 2.1k words of pure a$$. If this chapter does well, I’ll be sure to upload it on my ao3, too. special tags for @the2ndl and @bren-heron because they both really wanted a fic out of this concept. I hope you enjoy loves <3

[xtinyaurora]

Oh my gosh thank you for doing my ask. Reading Seonghwaart was soooo satisfying. Can you do y/n doesn't believe that they're sexually attractive, so Ateez proves to them that they are (sexually). Please and thank you 😊 ☺ ❤

Ateez reaction: Their Y/N doesn’t believe that they’re {sexually} attractive

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: smut & fluff

➼ pairing: Ateez x female!reader

➼ Word-count: 2k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, spanking, mentions of scars & stretch marks, pet names, daddy kink / sie kink, nudes, reader kinda puts themself down, anal sex, chocking, oral sex, breeding kink (?)...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby, so read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: I hope I wrote this the way you wanted... Also, if anyone’s interested in a male version, let me know! All gif credits go to their owners!

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Park Seonghwa

You were standing Infront of the mirror, looking at your naked body, which was still a bit wet from the shower you took a few minutes ago. You were ashamed to say the least. You couldn’t understand what exactly Seonghwa found attractive about your body. You wanted to look good for him but you’re just a flat piece of a human being. As you were starting to build tears in your eyes, your boyfriend walked into your shared bedroom. „What’s wrong, baby?” He knew what was up, it’s not the first time he caught you crying over yourself. You shook your head not wanting to talk about it and grabbing your towel to cover yourself up. Hwa breathed out loudly, shaking his head. He then pulled the towel away, ignoring your protests. „Do you see this?” He grabbed your tits, slowly massaging them. „Do you see how perfect these are, how well they fit into my hands.” Then his head made its way to your right breast. He slowly started licking your nipple, it immediately getting hard. Out of nowhere he slapped your left breast with one of his hands. „You like that?” You silently nodded your head, a scoff left Seonghwas mouth. „Fucking shit you’re so hot. You don’t understand how you make me feel. How those pretty little tits could make me cum just from touching and slapping them like that, fuck.” Seonghwa then roughly threw you on the bed and started to undress himself...

Kim Hongjoong

„Say it, baby, come on.” You tried to get your breathing under control but Hongjoongs speed was too fast, the pleasure too much to take. „I - I, agh!” You couldn’t stop screaming moaning. „I know you can do it, come on.” His hips started to move faster than before, making it harder for you. You were so overwhelmed that tears started to form in your eyes. „I can’t-t.” A hard smack landed on your ass. „Yes you can and now say it!” Yelled your boyfriend from behind. He harshly pulled you up by grabbing your throat, making you face both of you in the mirror. „Tell me beautiful, tell me how breathtaking you look, I know you can do that for me, baby. Show daddy how much of a good girl you are.” You squeezed your eyes together, forcing those words out of your mouth. „I am beautiful.” Hongjoongs grip on your throat got stronger. „Open your eyes, princess.” You did what he said and opened your eyes, almost reaching your high. „J-Joong, I think I-.” „No, the fuck not. You’re not going to cum until you do what I asked you to.” You closed your eyes again, god. Hongjoong movements completely stopped, making you whine out loudly. „Look at yourself.” You pulled your eyebrows up, eyes getting rounder. „Do it!” Damn boy, chill out. As your were looking at yourself, Hongjoong slowly pulled out of you. Another whine left your mouth, not going unnoticed by him. „Look at this pretty pussy, all wet and all mine. Men, am I lucky. Oh and... those beautiful tits, this fucking cute ass, my god I am about to lose my shit. How am I so lucky to have all of this? I love you so fucking much Y/N. Don’t worry though, I will show you how beautiful you are. You wanna these tits to be bigger? Oh, don’t worry, can do that for you. I can’t wait to get you pregnant, you will look so beautiful with a round belly, fuck.”

Jeong Yunho

You two were currently play fighting over some food. Both of you thought it would be a good idea to visit the park and have a picnic today, since it’s finally warm and sunny again. You didn’t notice how far your skirt actually went up, when you jumped on your boyfriend. It wasn’t that short of a skirt, it covered more than 60% of your legs but it was loose, so it was easy to raise up. When Yunho gave you a smack on your ass, you were fast to sit back and pull it down again. Yunho looked at you questioning, you only shaking your head, hiding face. „Was that too much?” You immediately assured him that it wasn’t about that slap on your ass. „Then what’s wrong?” Again, you shook your head. The male then grabbed your face, making you look at him. „Baby, tell me.” You moved his hands from your face, lowering your gaze. „I just don’t feel comfortable with showing myself off, you know, my legs could be seen when I jumped on you.” When you looked back up to see his reaction, a smile was placed on his face. „Honey, you’re beautiful. Those pretty legs would turn on every men, no, even girls. You don’t know how much I wanna grab them and pull you over me, so you can ride my hard ass cock.” Your eyes torn open, a blush creeping on your face. A loud laugh left Yunho’s mouth, him staring to eat again as of nothing happened.

Kang Yeosang

When you read the massage your boyfriend sent you just a few seconds ago, you almost spitted out your drink. Now you had an incoming call... „Uhm, hello?” Silence. Then you heard heavy breathing. „Baby, please. I need you to do that for me, I can’t take it anymore, I need to release.” You didn’t know what to say, only blushing more. „Yeosang, you know how I feel about my body, I can’t jus-“ „Baby, don’t you understand that I need that beautiful hot body to cum? That you turn me on that much, that I only need to see you to cum. Fuck, please princess I need you. Please send me some nudes, it hurts. I promise once I get home, I will reward you, hm? How does that sound?” You nodded your head, even tho you knew he couldn’t see you. „Sounds Good.” A load moan left his mouth. „That’s my good little girl, now make daddy happy and take your close off so he can see those beautiful small tits, yea?” You bit bottom lip. „Yes, sir.”

Choi San

A loud whistle was heard when you walked into the living room. When you looked at the male, he bit his lip. „Damn, baby, look at those curves. Shit, come here, I wanna smack that ass.” You only stood there, shocked. San then raised one of his eyebrows. „What? Can’t I touch my girlfriend now?” You shook your head. San looked as if he got offended by that. „Oh? Why is that?” You now shrugged with your shoulders. „Don’t you want to use that pretty mouth of yours, baby? Talk to me.” He now stood up and made his way to you. When he reached you, he slung his arms around you waist, face just a few inches away from yours. „Not listening to me? I guess you wanna use that beautiful mouth of yours for something else’s then, huh?” Now you started smirking, kinda enjoyed where’s this is going. This was way better then going out for a fancy dinner with the boys. Don’t get me wrong, you loved the boys, but you didn’t feel comfortable and confident enough to go out with that dress, San bought you for this dinner. „Look at you, so beautiful. Even my friends want to have you and fuck your pretty pussy. They wanna grab this fat ass and smack it, want to cum on your pretty body. Oh how bad for them that they could never have you, you’re all mine, this pretty body is all mine.”

Song Mingi

„Mingi! You can’t just walk in like that.” His eyes went big. „Why not, I am your boyfriend?” His innocent voice made you melt, he’s so cute. You turned around, hiding your body from him. „I know that, but you know how I feel about myself. I am ashamed.” His eyes got even rounder. „Even if it’s me? I thought you feel comfortable with me. Did I do something wrong? Oh my god I make you uncomfortable. What do I do?! I shoul-„ „No Mingi. It’s not that... it’s just... never mind.” You kept on cleaning yourself, trying to ignore him. You heard the sound of a belt and clothes moving. When you turned to look what he was up to, you directly looked into your boyfriends eyes. He smiled at your surprised expression and leaned further into you. „Mingi, I-“ You got interrupted by a kiss. Soon, the kiss got more intense, both of you starting to touch each other’s body’s. Mingi broke the kiss, giving you time to breath. „You know Y/N, I know it might take some time until you understand that but you’re the most stunning human I’ve ever seen in my entire life. And you know those scars and marks on your body? They are just as beautiful. They make you unique, it’s just like art. I love you, you and every tiny bit of your beautiful 'flaws'. Please never forget that baby.“ You were on the verse of tears, like damn, you love that boy so much. A smile was sitting on both of your faces, you leaning back in to continue your make out session.

Jung Wooyoung

He slowly placed soft his kisses down your tummy. When he bit into one of your belly roles (is that even the correct word? lol), you immediately scolded him for that. „But it’s cute.” You rolled your eyes. „No, Woo, it’s not cute. Please stop.” He chuckled at your reaction, still thinking it’s cute. „Okay, cry baby.“ He then kept on kissing your tummy, started to go further down towards your core. „Woo...” You couldn’t really make out if you were warning him or were asking for more, either way, he kept going and pulled your PJ pants & panties down. Now, he had a perfect look of your stretch marks. You tried to hide them by placing your hands on top of them but Wooyoung slapped them away. „Ouch!” He didn’t gave a fuck, honestly. „Move, I wanna look at those sexy stretch marks. Damn, this is all mine.” You got a hard slap on your left thigh, letting out a moan, your boyfriend only smirking a smirk by that. „Like that, huh? Lemme eat you out then.” He gave you another slap, this time on your clit. I guess, what he wants, he gets?

Choi Jongho

„Jongho, no.” He kept pulling you on himself. „Hey, don’t worry, baby. Did you already forget how strong I am?” He let out a cute chuckle, making you smile but it soon vanished out of your face again. Jongho wanted you to ride his face but you felt uncomfortable with that idea. Your were too heavy, at least in your own opinion. Jongho always told you that you’re beautiful the way you are and that he loved you no matter what. He also always assured you that you aren’t heavy and even if, he could handle it, since he was a strong guy. Still, you were too scared of hurting him. Jongho assured you that he would be fine and would stop if you don’t like it, so you made your way above his face, slowly sinking down. You immediately let out a soft moan when his tongue met your cunt. After some time he told you to move, your fear of hurting him rising again. „Princess, don’t worry. You did so good till now, I know you can do even better. Come on, ride my face, cupcake.” You closed your eyes and started to move slowly. While so, Jongho kept on praising you from time to time, you growing more confided by that. You soon reached your high, making a mess all over your boyfriends face. Jongho licked you clean until every drop was gone. You then stood up and checked on him, he giving you a proud smile. „I knew you could do it, I am so proud of you! We need do this more often tho, that was freaking hot.”