#Though I do have an OC named that- though I guess that really doesn’t matter

[cyber-streak-2]

I know I mentioned... at some point, that I liked the name Ben, but I’m having some more thoughts now. Trying to give myself a new name and replace my dead-name, and I kinda thought, ‘What if I chose the name of a Greek or Egyptian God, haha :)’.

[kooahae]

After Last Night: The First Date

So...I got encouraged about starting the ALN drabble series since I kind of hinted at it, and received feedback to do so...you voted and the first date wins!

Summary: It’s official! Jungkook wants to have the perfect first date. 

Pairing: best friends to lovers, Jungkook X female reader 

Warnings: None really, maybe a few curse words, light choking during a kiss, This is really fluffy and cute. Jungkook is a simp and we love that for OC! Pet names, kissing, just super cute!

Word count:3K -got carried away bc I love them :)

Read part 1 here if you haven't already <3

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It’s been about two weeks since he asked if he could be your boyfriend. He has been busy with work and everything, but he’s still made time for you. He just knows you deserve more than cuddles and sex -not that he hates either of these by any means. Jungkook has been on his A-game the whole time. He's made sure to plan the most perfect date. You haven’t pressured him about one, but he still feels he should treat you like a princess.

He had Jimin call up Yoongi- who is really hard to get ahold of. Partially because he’s revealed he plans on expanding on the restaurant he owns with Jungkook’s older brother. Luckily today, Yoongi had a bit of free time. He even tried Taehyung, but he was busy helping Namjoon set up a new space. Namjoon left the company due to Seojun’s promotion. Hobi was out of town working on some fashion pieces for his upcoming collection. Your brother was way too obvious, and If he had tried his older brother Jin- you really would have known. So yup, that leaves Yoongi. 

Jungkook’s currently in the flower shop getting a custom bouquet of both of your birth flowers. He was still stuck on what color paper to get them wrapped in.  He swears he didn’t know it would be this difficult. He just wants you to be impressed, he wants you to feel like you made a good choice trusting him with your heart. So today has to be perfect!

“Hi, do you need help?” An elderly woman approaches him at the perfect time. Paying attention to her clothes, Jungkook can tell she works here. 

“Uhh…Yeah what color paper should someone get, does stuff like that matter?” He asks her as he looks at all the different ones in front of him 

Jungkook has bought flowers before, but he never went to an actual florist for them to make his own bouquet combo. He would just buy someone the ones in a grocery store most of the time. 

The older woman chuckles “You’re asking about paper? She must be special, I’d get a neutral-colored paper so it doesn’t take away from the flowers. Plus, you’re gonna put them in a vase. Don’t think too much.”

He nods. She’s right, this is her field of knowledge anyway. 

He’s still not satisfied though. 

“Mmm, can I double the amount of flowers? This doesn’t seem like enough.”  he rubs his palms against his jeans, his bottom lip poking out at the bouquet in front of him. He’s down bad, and there simply aren’t enough flowers to give someone as pretty as you. 

“A big bouquet? she’s definitely special! Sure thing. I’m gonna take a guess and say you’re the tiger lily in the situation?” She questions him gathering more flowers. 

He runs his hands through his hair and looks down at his shoes. Damn, he really is obvious. It’s not his fault, he just loves you that much. “How did you know?” He questions. 

“You have smitten lover boy written all over you. You’re worried about paper. I’ve never seen someone so stuck on that. Most men just let me wrap them in whatever, or choose black.” She continues. “Would you like to add a message?”

He nods and takes the pen and card from her. Writing a simple and sweet message. He pays, thanks her for the help, and makes his way

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His next stop is setting up the rooftop of your favorite childhood hideout.  He even asked Jimin and his mom for baby pictures of you both to put into a snow globe. He’s been coming here thirty minutes before work every day to make sure the floor was swept, the area was free of any trash or things that could make you fall. You guys haven’t been here in a while. 

He decides to check in with his older brother Jin, to see if he thinks what he’s planned is a good idea.

“Hello?”- thankfully he answered his call. 

“Hey hyung, are you busy? Do you have a moment?” Jungkook is desperate for a second opinion. 

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I’m really nervous. I know you’re probably tired of me calling you about my girlfriend, but can I tell you what I’ve planned? Can you tell me if I’m being a little paranoid about her not liking it ?” He says while glancing over his work, phone pressed to his ear, scuffing his feet as he walks to have a seat. 

“Sure Kook, go ahead. I’m listening. Also not tired of hearing about your girlfriend, yet. At least this is one I actually love, and approve of.” Jin really does love you, you’re like his little sister in a sense. Always at the house to spend time with his baby brother as a kid. He’s fond of you for sure. 

“A rooftop dinner, at our childhood hideout”

There’s nothing but silence. 

“Uhh…Hyung…why haven’t you said anything? Is It childish?” Jungkook is really nervous. What is taking Jin so long to answer?

“I’m here. You had more than one so I had to think. The one on the roof? That’s cute man! “ Jin’s impressed. That’s a good sign. 

“Yes, that one! I made a bunch of her favorite foods, set up a projector for movie night, and got a flower bouquet It’s a mix of our birth flowers, and bean bags for the movie, I also got her a gift but like is that too much?” He’s really questioning it all. Normally Jungkook wouldn’t be so unsure. You’re just his everything. You fill him with a great sense of joy. Getting this right is crucial. 

“She’s going to love it.” His brother states on the other end of the phone calming your boyfriend down. 

“You’ve known her your whole life, don’t be so scared Kook. You know her better than anyone else and luckily she feels the same way. Be yourself, that’s who she fell for.” Jin tells him. 

“You’re right hyung! Thank you for always listening to me. I know I’m a lot.” Jungkook makes sure he expresses his gratitude. He’s thankful for Jin. Truly means it. 

“Yes, you are a lot. Now make her the happiest girl on earth.”

“Will do!” Jungkook states before hanging up. He takes one last look around. Everything is finally in place. So he gets up and then heads home to change.  

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Once he gets home he takes his phone out to text you. He forgot to check in with you while he was on the rooftop. 

-Hey baby, how’s your day going? 

Naekkeo🤍🪽: I miss you and I’m hungry!

Yoongi won’t feed me! He’s being weird, can we order dinner?

Jungkook smiles as he reads your message. Yoongi must be getting asked a million questions about food right now. He can already see your frown forming about the lack of nutrients in your body. In your defense, Yoongi does own a restaurant with Jungkook’s older brother Jin. Being food-deprived by him is weird. He decides to play it cool when he responds, but he’s also honest. 

- I can’t wait to hear about your day in person. As far as dinner, of course. See you when you get here!

Jungkook hurries and changes into something comfortable. He knows sweatpants and a hoodie seem crazy for a rooftop dinner and movie. It’s one of his more expensive ones though and he also knows you’re gonna want to cuddle while watching a movie, and that rooftops get a little chilly. He should be himself like Jin said. 

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 He finally hears the door open and smiles at the sound of you walking in. He knows you’re doing your usual entrance routine with Bam. Teaching Bam to give you high fives was the coolest thing when he was a puppy. It’s cute that you still make sure he’s included when you walk in. It’s really nice to have you back home too.  

You finally walk into the room and see your boyfriend smiling at you as he sits on the bed, you climb onto his lap and kiss him. 

“Missed you so so much!” you’ve been waiting all day to see him. The excitement in your voice is evident. 

“I missed you too baby.” He says and then he watches you sit your head back up, noticing your brows are now furrowed in. 

“Wait, why are you dressed and not in home clothing? What’s the reason for this shirt blocking my view?” You ask him, tilting your head. You try and lift his shirt but he swats your hand away, cracking up in the process. 

“You can see me shirtless later! You’re about to change into something too. My hoodie is over there. You can keep your jeans on, but I recommend wearing sneakers.”

You tilt your head some more and Jungkook kisses the middle of your forehead.

“Always worrying. I’m taking you to dinner. Go change.” He pats you lightly on the butt.

You smile and get up. Dinner out of the house sounds like fun. You wouldn’t care if it was fast food. You genuinely love spending time with him. Always have. 

You throw on his hoodie and your sneakers since he recommended it. He holds his hand out for you to take, and you both head to his car. Once you’re both inside Jungkook starts searching for something. 

“Ah almost forgot. Blindfold time.” He says flashing a smile, his nose scrunching a little. 

“If you’re trying to kill me for taking so long to be your girlfriend, Jimin will find you.” You joke and he laughs. 

“No one is dying here. If you’re gone, then I can’t be your boyfriend. That would suck.”  He assures you but then continues. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take you on a proper date, hmm?” 

That makes you smile, per usual. You really weren’t expecting a date today. You would have prepared more, but you trust him. He would tell you if you looked crazy leaving the house for sure. Plus, you’re kind of already done up from hanging out with Yoongi.

“Anything you do is great. You would be a mediocre boyfriend though.” You say while pointing at him agreeing. You’re so cute. 

“And I don’t want that. I want to be the world’s best boyfriend. Come here.” He responds

You let him slide the blindfold over you, stealing a kiss before he can adjust the tightness to make sure you can’t peak. 

“You barely hesitated to let me put that on you. You probably like that, don’t you?”He’s laughing. Something you’ll never get tired of hearing. You pick up on his little comment though. 

You reach to feel for his arm since you can’t see, and once you do find it, you slap him playfully. 

“You’re always being kinky!” You say and he laughs some more. 

“You literally tried to strip me of my clothes a few minutes ago on the bed.” Fair point.

“I just wanted a peak!” You can’t even see him but it’s making your heart flutter. Putting one hand on your thigh as he puts the car in gear.

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“Okay, I’m gonna open your door, and crouch down to get on my back, okay baby?”

“You keep calling me baby, only future husbands can do that .” You say as you follow his instructions crouching down. 

“That’s not a problem for me at all. Been waiting my whole life for a chance. We can get married.” He is serious, whether you believe him or not. He doesn’t mean now of course but eventually, he’d love it. 

If Jungkook knows how to do anything- he knows how to make your cheeks red and have you smile like an idiot. You wish you could see his face right now. He probably has a smile as big as yours on his own. 

Once you’re on his back he starts walking and you recognize the movement of him going up some steps. You smile to yourself. He really could have told you to walk but he’s carrying you up flights of stairs, on his back. How can he be so manly but so cute all the time?

“Okay, we are here. I’m gonna sit you down now.” He crouches down and lets you off. You’re safely in the middle. 

“I wanna see!” You say. The amount of enthusiasm you have makes Jungkook’s heart skip. Seriously, Why are you so cute? He’ll have to remember to thank your mom another time for making you. 

He hurries and walks to the table he set up to get the flower bouquet and then he walks to you. Undoing your blindfold and smiling. 

“It’s officially our first date, I wanted to surprise you.” He sing-songs looking at you with the biggest smile on his face. Stretching his arms out to hand you a bouquet. It’s beautiful, just like him. The message with them makes you feel warm inside. 

’Thank you for choosing me, 

I am so happy that it’s finally us!  

HAPPY FIRST DATE TO  MY GIRLFRIEND  (never gonna get tired of calling you that)

- Koo &lt;3 ’ 

As you look around, you feel your eyes get teary and then you smile and look at him. 

“Jungkook! This is so nice!!” You say and reach for his face, kissing him softly on the lips. 

“ I just want you to know I feel really lucky to be your boyfriend.” He holds you close to his chest

“Kook, you really did all this for me?” You say peeking up at him. Jungkook looks down at you. Your pretty eyes glancing back at his. You’re always going to be his type. 

He smiles and nods his head proudly. “Well yeah… because I love you.” He says matter of factly. 

You return his smile. “I love you. I feel really lucky to be your girlfriend.”

“It’s me who should be thanking you for always sticking by my side. You have no idea how horrible things feel when you aren’t there with me. You deserve all of this and more.” He says kissing your forehead. 

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You’re now situated on the bean bags while the projector plays movies. Sitting in his lap-Just like he knew you would be.

“Do you remember when we found this place? ” He asks you as he holds you, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it. 

“Yeah, I remember someone dragging me up a weird staircase at ten years old..” You giggle and poke his chest while looking up at him. 

“In my defense, we used to love a good adventure. It wasn’t anything too dangerous. We always stood in the middle. We always take the staircase that leads up here and not the ladder, it’s been a foolproof plan for a while.” He points out and brushes your hair out of your face. You guys have been reminiscing all night. The food was excellent, so now you’re paying minimal attention to the movie. He kisses your cheek and then he just stops. He’s staring at you…

“What?” 

“You’re just really fucking cute.” He says as he leans to kiss you passionately. Jungkook continues “And I’m glad you liked my idea, I spent all day trying to impress you. This just worked out way better than I expected.” He holds you tightly and then remembers something…

He didn’t even show you the snow globe he got to commemorate the occasion. He was too busy making sure you were eating.  He will never forget your face when he got you the first one, he also broke that one but…it was an accident.  He swears! He just finds it cute how happy you get every time he gives you one.

You part your mouth interrupting his thoughts. “I’ve been impressed by you my whole life, you have officially ruined me for any other guy. I was impressed back then, I’m impressed now.” You make sure he understands, as your fingers play with the zipper on his jacket. 

“Thank you, I’m glad that you love me just as much as I love you.” He says again smiling. He’s been doing that a lot lately. So have you. You’re with the right person and it couldn’t feel any better. 

 “You have a present on the table and I forgot to give it to you.” He’s looking at you. Dimples on display, eyebrows raised and another cute little grin is plastered across his face. 

Your head shoots up, so he stands up leading you to the table. Then hands you the box to unwrap the snow globe. A childhood picture of you and a young Jungkook in matching panda onesies from his 4th birthday. You’ve been asking for this photo for years and he always told you no because it was his favorite. 

“Koo! Oh my god! You really are gonna let me have this?”

He nods yeah one more time. He watches you shake the snow globe and skip around out of happiness. He’s happy just watching you enjoy it. Your joy shines through in this moment. He loves it. He loves you.

“If four-year-old me knew the girl who spilled banana milk on my panda pajamas would be the love of my life. He might’ve smiled more in this picture, instead of sticking his tongue out at you.” He says wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

“Interesting, you put your tongue into my mouth nowadays.” You’re so unserious, What is he gonna do with you?

“Now who’s the kinky one? Come here.” He says as he wraps his hand around your neck tilting your head upward lightly choking you as he swallows your moans into the kiss pushing his tongue into your mouth. 

“Proving me right?” You say raising one eyebrow and he nods his head yeah while grinning. Then pecks you one more time on your lips and kisses the tip of your nose. 

“One more gift.” He says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Jewelry box for tonight’s final touch - a necklace with his initials on it. He carefully places it around your neck. 

“There.” He says kissing the crook of your neck. 

You reach and touch the JK that now sits perfectly on your chest. Jungkook Is the man of your dreams. No question about it. 

“I love this! I’m never taking it off!” You say spinning in his arms to face him and shower him in kisses

“I got a necklace!” You start kissing his right cheek

“And it’s got my favorite person on it!” Now you’re kissing his other cheek. 

“I’m never gonna..” You say kissing him with all your being.

“Take it off.” He says finishing the phrase for you and smiling at you. You’re both giggling and just smiling at each other as he sways you back and forth in his arms. The fondness between the both of you is obvious. 

You both just stare into each other’s eyes for a while until you break the silence. 

“Wanna go home?” You ask him.  

He pecks your lips one more time spinning you in his arms. Your back is now to his chest. So, he slides his hand over your heart, sits his chin on your shoulder, and whispers into your ear.

“I’m already there.” 

Best. First. Date. Ever. 

Taglist: @diorh0seokie @taesungx @kimber-kook @jennafromhome @joyfulwobblerhoagieegg

[breadbrobin]

the bet

cedric diggory x oc — harry potter

[fem!oc]

summary: morgan ridge could turn down many things. food, romantic advances, friendships. but she could never turn down a good bet.

warnings: quite a lot of swearing (morgan is a bad influence methinks), kissing, betting/gambling, NOT x reader, fem!oc, GOD they’re in love with each other, minor character death (sort of), i think i’m a comedian with this story apparently (spoiler, i’m not), third person pov.

word count: 5.7k

(LOOK i knowwww that x oc fics don’t do as well on tumblr so if this doesn’t do well i’ll rewrite it and post as an x reader too but i don’t really want to rn so i’m just posting it as is bc idgaf really. anyway i’ve had this in my drive for like three years and it’s finally time to share morgan with the world yayyy (i love her she’s so silly))

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The Inciting Incident

It all started when Lizzie Crawford entered the bathroom.

“God, Liz, do you ever knock?” Morgan asked, mostly unfazed. She was used to her friend bursting in unannounced almost every time she was showering.

“No,” Lizzie said, perching on the edge of the closed toilet and picking at her chipped nail polish. “Now, I have a proposition for you.”

Morgan poked her head around the opaque shower curtain. “Oh?”

She hummed absently, running her hand through her hair. “So you know how Diggory’s spending some of the summer with you, and then you don’t live that far away so you’ll probably be in each other’s pockets all break?”

“Uh… yes? Obviously, I know that? Why does that matter?”

“Well, I’ll bet you twenty galleons that you’ll get some action with him over the holidays.”

Morgan turned the shower off and peeked around the shower curtain at her friend. “Come again?”

“I bet you twenty galleons that you’ll get some with Diggory over the holidays.”

“He’s my friend.”

“And? Do we have a deal?”

Morgan paused, considering her options. On one hand, she knew she didn’t have feelings for Cedric. On the other, it felt wrong to take a bet like that. Finally, her lack of moral compass won. “Fine. We have a deal.”

“Great! I can’t wait to be twenty galleons richer.”

“Yeah,” she laughed, turning the shower on again and running conditioner through the ends of her hair. “Keep dreaming, Liz.”

“What are the conditions?” Camilla Maquez asked, leaning across the table at dinner.

“Conditions?” Morgan asked, buttering a bread roll and handing it to her.

“Yeah, like, what constitutes as ‘getting some’,” she used quotation marks. “Because you two are so affectionate anyway, so Liz, you need to specify.”

Morgan rolled her eyes and pulled a face at her friend.

“No, she’s right,” Lizzie cut in. “Kissing? That counts.”

“Only lips though right?” she clarified.

“Yes, Morgan. Holding hands romantically counts. Gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes.” she hummed in thought. “Hugs with romantic context.”

Camilla snorted into her bread. When the other two shot her a confused look, she raised her hands. “It’s funny because they do all of this anyway.”

“Not romantically,” Morgan pointed out.

“Mhm,” she smirked.

“Piss off.”

“Anyway,” Lizzie continued. “Legs. Anything to do with legs. Touching your leg with his hand or leg or anything romantically.”

“Mm, that’s sexy stuff,” Camilla mocked.

“Like I said, piss off.”

“Obviously sex.”

“Liz!”

“Which you probably won’t do, but I need to keep my options open here.” she rectified.

“I have a bet myself,” Camilla spoke up again.

Morgan sighed. “Yes?”

“Not with you.” she waved her off. “Five galleons says Diggory makes the first move.”

“That is not fair. We all know Morgan’s a pussy.”

“Hey!”

Lizzie laughed. “Just speaking the truth, hun. Oh! Pet names, but like, meaningfully, counts.”

“Are you taking my action, Liz?” Camilla implored, sticking her hand out.

She shook her head. “I guess so. You better prove me doubly right, Morgan!”

“Not planning on it,” she sang quietly, returning to her dinner.

The Cow Situation

Before Morgan knew it, the school year was over.

She woke up around midday, that first day back, and stared at the ceiling, relishing in the silence that surrounded her. The birds chirped outside her window and a thin ray of sunlight peeked through the tan curtains, leaving a golden line across her body and room.

With a sigh, she rolled out of bed and rubbed her eyes. Her hair was a tangled mess around the back of her head, but she simply pulled it into a loose bun and headed downstairs.

A note sat on the kitchen counter.

Taken the dog for a walk, be back around 1:30. Hopefully you’ll be up by then…

Love, Mum

Morgan smiled softly and put two pieces of bread in the toaster.

She leaned against the counter and stared out into the yard. A few chickens pecked and scratched the dusty ground and a pair of cows grazed in the field behind them. A small girl sat on the trampoline, not bouncing.

She frowned as she opened the door and walked over, scaring a chicken out of her way.

“Hey, Little C,” she called. “What’s up?”

Cordelia Ridge, her nine year old sister looked over her shoulder and looked back. “Hi.”

Morgan’s smile fell from her face and she climbed up onto the trampoline beside her. “Uh oh. What’s going on, Cords?”

“Mummy says Diedre is sick,” she pointed at the black and white cow.

“Sweetie, Diedre’s always getting sick.” she sighed. “Shoddiest immune system I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen you.” she poked her side, enticing a giggle out of the girl.

“So she’s gonna be okay?”

“Of course! It’s Diedre. She’s always pulled through before. Why not now?”

They were holding a funeral for Diedre the cow.

Cordelia was absolutely beside herself. Morgan stood behind her, a hand on her shoulder, the other hand holding a bouquet of long grasses, hand picked and arranged that morning.

It was a dry day, and the sun was shining, and Cordelia was glaring up at it like it was personally offending her.

“Don’t look at the sun, Little C. You’ll go blind,” Morgan chided, pulling her sunglasses off and slipping them on her sister’s face.

“Maybe I want to,” she sniffed. “Maybe I deserve it.”

Her face contorted in confusion. “What?”

“I should have realised sooner,” she wept. “I should have given her the love she deserved.”

Morgan stared down at her younger sister, whose bottom lip was wobbling precariously. She crouched down and tucked her wispy hair behind her ear. “Listen to me, Cordelia. There was nothing you could’ve done. The animal doctor said that it was just time for her to go. Like Grandma.”

That apparently did not help.

The floodgates opened and the sunglasses fell off. Cordelia planted her face in Morgan’s shoulder and wailed.

As the young girl cried, Morgan’s eyes caught onto two tall figures walking towards the family.

Her mum smiled softly at her before walking over to the people.

The larger of the two hugged her and she led them over to her daughters.

Morgan saw it was Cedric and she waved slightly.

He raised his brows at the crying girl she held before crouching down beside her and tapping Cordelia’s shoulder.

“Hey, Dells.” he said quietly, making her sobs quieten and her head turn towards him. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

She sniffled once, then twice, and detached herself from her sister. Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, believing the worst to be over, when the nine-year-old launched herself onto Cedric, crying into his black shirt.

He shot her a small smile, reaching out and patting her knee gently as he comforted her sobbing sister.

Her stomach lurched.

That should have been her first sign.

The Flowers

Cedric was splayed out on her bed. One of his feet hung off near Morgan’s head and she was infinitely glad for his quality hygiene.

She was reading the Wizard of Oz again, and he was dutifully drawing something that he refused to show her.

“Okay,” he finally said. “I’m done.”

She finished her page and slipped the bookmark in, turning to him. “Can I see?”

“No, I drew this for you but you’re never allowed to look at it.” he teased, straight faced.

“Never?”

“Never.” He broke into a smile and shoved the sketch pad in her face.

It was a… Well, she wasn’t exactly sure what it was. There was some interesting shading, a tuft of what could either be grass or hair and a strange egg shaped blob in the middle.

She hoped her face didn’t show her emotions as she quickly schooled her features into a smile. “It’s great, Ced.”

He had a wide grin plastered on his face as he nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I know. Now turn the page.”

She did as he said and blinked in shock, her jaw dropping. “There is no way you drew this.”

“I’ve been practising.”

“Have you been taking classes from freaking Van Gogh in between Quidditch practise?” she gaped, looking from the sketch of sunflowers and daisies and his beaming face.

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “An artist never reveals his secrets.”

“I think that’s meant to be magician.”

“Same thing.” he waved her off. “Anyway, I know sunflowers are your favourite, and daisies are my favourite. So I combined them.”

“This is honestly incredible.” she gushed.

“Oh, stop it.”

“No, seriously.” She stood up. “Can I put it on my wall?”

“Go for it,” he beamed, somehow even brighter than before.

She gently pulled the page from the pad and ripped a tab of blu-tack off, sticking it to the wall above her desk. Once it was hung, she stepped back to admire it. “Oh!” she gasped. “You need to sign it!”

Cedric stood up and brushed past her, scribbling his signature on the bottom right corner with a small heart. “Happy?”

“Mhm.”

That should have been her second sign.

They stood side by side and admired it for a moment.

Then Morgan broke the silence.

“I can’t draw for shit,” she laughed. “And look at you. Mister Artist himself.”

“Oh, piss off,” he groaned, hugging her shoulders from behind and resting his chin on her head. “You can sing though. I can’t.”

“Liar.” she scoffed, patting his arm. “I’ve heard you sing. Besides, you’re practically perfect at everything you do.”

Just as he was about to respond, Cordelia burst through the lightly shut door, eyes still red and puffy. The two separated quickly. “Lunch is ready.”

“Thanks, Dells,” he nodded. “We’ll be right there.”

As she left, he wrapped an arm around Morgan’s shoulders and led her out. “God, I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving.”

“Very funny.”

The Second Week

As with most summers, Morgan and Cedric spent almost every waking moment in each other’s company.

Unlike most summers, however, Morgan couldn’t chase the thoughts of a certain bet from her mind.

She knew, she knew, that there was nothing to it. That it was just her friends being annoying and messing with her and everything she’d started reading into was just in her head… But, God, was it hard to remember sometimes.

She was just worried that he’d find out. Maybe one of her friends would send her a letter mentioning it? (Not that he’d ever read her letters.) What if Liz came for a random visit? Or worse: what if she told her friends, the Weasley twins, and they came for a visit?

She chased her swirling thoughts from her mind as Cedric walked through the front door, performing the mental equivalent of shoving all of the mess in your room into the wardrobe and hoping it closed right.

“Hey,” she smiled, standing up with her bowl of milk that used to hold cereal. “You’re early.”

“It’s eleven o’clock.”

“Yeah, early,” she shrugged, setting the now empty bowl in the sink. “What’s up?”

“Wanna go into town?” he asked, leaning on the counter and gesturing to the fruit bowl.

She tossed him an apple. “Sure. When?”

“Now?”

She sighed heavily, half-joking. “A bit more warning would be nice. Lemme go get changed.”

“Yes!” he cheered through a mouthful of apple. “You’re the best, Mo!”

Mo? She wondered as she jogged up the stairs. Since when am I Mo?

If she’d been listening carefully, she would have heard Cedric bang his head against the kitchen counter.

The town was quiet as always.

A farmer’s market was dying down, most vendors packing their remaining wares and smiling sheepishly at Morgan and Cedric as they wove their way through the stunted stalls. They purchased a fresh bread roll and split it between them as they walked, both surprised that it was still warm.

“You know,” Cedric said after a few minutes of silence as they left the market and strolled along the main street. “We should do this more often.”

Morgan squinted as she looked up at him, the sun assaulting her eyes. “Really?” she asked dryly. “What, burn ourselves to a crisp and get blinded while we’re at it?”

“No, dummy. Do stuff.”

“What? You don’t like doing nothing with me?” she teased.

“No, no, I love doing nothing with you,” he stole a chunk of bread that she’d been eyeing up. “But I also like spending money.”

“I bought the bread. I was the one who spent the money.”

He gasped, as if he didn’t already know. “What? Really?”

“Shut up, Ced,” she smiled, pushing him and stealing the last chunk of bread from the packet.

Morgan was awake uncharacteristically early, so when she knocked on the Diggory’s front door, Cedric looked supremely confused.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked. “Did someone die?”

“No, why would you— You’re an arsehole, you know that?” she pouted.

“Yeah, I know. Come on.”

He led her down the short hallway and into the living area. Morgan sighed contentedly. The Diggory’s house always smelled amazing; a combination of vanilla, coffee and cleaning supplies that somehow worked. Cedric often smelled similar, she realised. The vanilla that clouded the house seemed to hang around him as well. She shook herself out of it as he began speaking.

“My dad’s gotten obsessed with the TV,” he admitted, nodding towards the man who was watching with a rapt expression. “He doesn’t really understand it, but he’s addicted. He really likes cricket. Probably because he can’t figure out how to change the channel.”

“Oh, I used to play cricket! I love it so much!” she gushed, joining Amos on the couch. “Who’s playing?”

“England and India,” he said distractedly.

“ODI, T20 or test?”

“Test. We’re on Day Two.”

“So England’s batted?”

“Three-thirty-seven.”

“Not bad,” she squinted at the numbers on the screen, showing one-twenty-eight for six.

“I have no idea what you guys are saying,” Cedric cut in, looking blankly between them.

“We’re talking sport,” Amos said, almost giddily.

Morgan didn’t spare either of them a glance as the English captain went upstairs for a review. “Yeah, get back in the kitchen.” She teased. “Go make us a sandwich.”

“I thought you were coming to hang out with me,” he almost pouted.

She finally dragged her eyes from the screen. “But… Cricket…”

He shook his head with a smile. “Right, of course. Two sandwiches coming right up.”

The Moment She Knew

Their days seemed doomed to repeat. Groundhog day, Morgan’s mum had called it. So, when she found a way to rid herself of the monotony of daily life, she took it without a second thought.

“Mum, please!”

“I don’t know…”

“I’ll even get petrol! I’ll… I’ll… I’ll pay for it myself too!”

“Morgan…”

“Mum,” she pleaded. “It’s just me and Ced. It’s a twenty minute drive and I’ll get petrol on the way back. We’ll be back by four and I’ll wear suitable shoes while driving.”

Whitney Ridge pursed her lips in thought. Then she sighed. “Fine. Don’t bother getting petrol, I’ll fill up on the way home from work on Monday.”

Morgan squeaked in excitement, hugging her mum tightly. “Thank you! You’re the best! I love you!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Love you too, Moggy,” she smiled.

True to her word, Morgan did wear suitable shoes. The drive ended up taking around twenty-five minutes, but she supposed her mother couldn’t fault her for driving just under the speed limit all the way there.

There was a secluded lake she’d found out about from an old magazine in her mum’s collection, when she’d been looking for something, anything, to make her days less boring.

“This is awesome,” Cedric breathed as they broke through the treeline and onto the rocky shore of the small lake.

“Yeah,” she sighed contentedly, breathing in the fresh air.

They set up their towels and supplies in the shade of a tree and pulled off their sturdy shoes.

Cedric pulled his shirt over his head. Morgan would be lying if she said her eyes didn’t catch on his muscles.

“Race you in,” he said as she had her own shirt halfway over her head.

“What?” she asked, hearing him run away. “Oh, you prick!”

She tossed her shirt on the ground, followed by her shorts, leaving her in her bikini, pouting as Cedric splashed around in the cool, blue water.

She stomped over to the water’s edge, frowning down at him. The rock she was standing on was about a metre above the surface, casting a navy shadow over the rippling water. He waded a few metres out from her.

“You coming?” he asked.

“No,” she pouted, folding her arms. “I don’t swim with cheaters.”

He barked a laugh, swimming over to the edge and pulling himself out. Droplets of water hit her skin.

She backed away. “Cedric…”

He took a step closer.

“Don’t you dare, Diggory…”

He tilted his head, grinning widely as he continued to step closer to her. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Sure, you don’t,” she pointed at him. “Stay back!”

He laughed and pushed off his heels, springing towards her. Before he could reach her, however, she turned tail and ran, feet skimming over the rocks as she raced for the safety of the towels.

She only managed to get a few steps away before he caught her, his cold arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her off the ground. He spun around, carrying her back to the edge of the water and tossing her into the lake.

She yelped as the cold water hit her, but remembered to hold her breath, her dark hair swirling around her face in the water. She heard the telltale sound of him jumping in too and forced herself up to the surface.

“I hate you!” she gasped, pushing her hair off her forehead. “I hate you so fucking much!”

“Liar!” he retorted, shaking his head and sending water droplets flying everywhere. “You love me.”

She didn’t respond for a moment, treading water and staring at him. “You wish,” she finally uttered.

He just smiled.

The days ticked by much faster than expected. Soon, Cedric was waving his parents off on their week-long trip and then hauling his bags over to Morgan’s house, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What did you do?” she immediately asked when they were alone.

He closed the door gently before skipping over to the bed in the guest bedroom he was staying in. He sat on it cross-legged, still smiling, and patted the mattress ahead of him.

When she finally sat down, he leaned forward.

“Guess what I bought,” he said.

She waited.

“You’re meant to ask,” he sighed.

“Oh, my bad,” she cleared her throat. “What did you bring, Cedric?”

He didn’t answer, simply reaching down to his backpack and pulling out a bottle of firewhiskey.

“That’s it? Oh, you sweet, sweet child,” she teased. “I have three of those in my room.”

“Sorry, Mo, not all of us are casual rulebreakers,” he sniffed.

She pushed his shoulder. “I’m kidding, Ced. I mean, technically, I’m not, but I do appreciate the sentiment.”

He poked his tongue out at her.

The Night Things Happened

The day started like any other.

Morgan and Cedric usually woke up at vastly different times, so when he woke up, he went for a run, had a shower and ate a light breakfast before going to wake her.

A lot of groaning and a few thrown pillows later, they were standing in the kitchen making pancakes.

As Morgan flipped another one, leading to Cedric cheering as if she’d never done it before, Whitney entered the kitchen.

“Morning, you two,” she greeted, kissing her daughter’s temple and patting Cedric’s shoulder. “Cords and I are going to that Girl Scouts sleepover tonight, remember? So you’ll have to make dinner yourselves.”

“Yup, we know, Mum,” Morgan said, taking the pancake out of the pan and slapping it onto a plate. “We’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you burning the house down. Remember last time?”

“Mum.” She turned to her grimly. “We don’t talk about last time.”

Whitney raised her hands in surrender. “Right, right. But, on a more serious note. I shouldn’t have to tell you not to invite anyone else over and to be in bed by one, should I? And I won’t come home to drunk teenagers all over my house?”

“Nope, we’ll be all good, Ms Ridge,” Cedric shot her a winning smile.

She pursed her lips jokingly. “Mhm… Alright, I trust you two. I’m going to the shops, need anything?”

“We need more eggs.”

“Eggs, got it.”

The night was when things changed.

After Whitney and Cordelia were gone, at least long enough that it was unlikely they’d turn around and come back, they took their first swig of firewhiskey.

It burned its way down Morgan’s throat, like it always did. Cedric coughed and sputtered, nearly spitting it mouthful out.

She held back a laugh. “You alright, Golden Boy?”

“Shut up,” he seethed, voice hoarse.

She raised her hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I was just asking.”

They sat and ate the pizza they’d ordered already, taking sips of firewhiskey whenever they felt like it.

Morgan closed her pizza box one slice after Cedric did, placing it on top of his on the coffee table. “You good?”

“Great,” he smiled dopily. It seemed the whiskey was hitting him harder than he was letting on.

She smiled back. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She took a larger swig of whiskey, shaking her head at the strength. “I just wanna point out that if you get sick, I’m not cleaning you up. Got it?”

“Yeah, got it.” He nodded, looking a little bit more put together. “I’d clean you up though. If you got sick.”

She smiled again. “Thanks, Ced.”

The night was going surprisingly well. They’d turned on the TV, both staring, fixated at Friends reruns, leaning heavily on each other. The bottle was half gone and, as the advertisements came on, they each took another swig.

Cedric was looking at her weird.

She straightened up, frowning in confusion. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” he slurred slightly. “You’re just… Fuck, you’re pretty.”

Her heart fluttered. “Oh. So are you.”

He blushed, looking down. “Yeah, I know.”

Morgan couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “Yeah, I bet you do, Goldie.”

“Goldie?”

“Golden Boy. It’s cute.”

“You’re cute.”

“You’re cute.”

“No, you’re cute.”

“You’re cuter.”

“No, you are.”

“You are.”

“You…” he was very close to her now, his grey eyes darting between her brown eyes and her lips. “You’re very pretty, Mo. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

“No, I don’t think you know how pretty you are. Like… When you laugh your eyes light up, and… And when you do that thing when you’re thinking… Where your eyebrow twitches… Oh, and that thing you do… The thing when your favourite songs come on and you tap your legs really fast…”

Morgan swallowed tightly as his hand brushed her cheek. His breath smelled of firewhiskey, but she was sure hers did too.

He wasn’t looking at her eyes anymore. “You’re incredible, Morgan. And you deserve to know that.”

“Cedric…” she started.

“Sh,” he cut her off. He was hardly an inch away now. “Don’t talk. Just…”

Friends came back on the TV.

“Just watch Friends with me.” He leaned back, looping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her flush against his side.

She tried with all her might to ignore her pounding heart.

She wasn’t sure if she was going to win this bet after all. In fact, she thought she might have just lost it already.

The Rainy Days

Neither Morgan or Cedric had brought up what he’d said that night, but it hung in the air between them, stagnant and stiff, leaving awkwardness to rest in the growing distance.

It was odd, Morgan realised. One moment, they were closer than ever before, hugging for a second too long, soft touches as hands brushed, then the next, they were sitting at opposite ends of a metaphorical couch, shooting furtive glances at each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking.

It was confusing, and Morgan was conflicted.

She almost wanted to bring it up. She knew he remembered, that much was clear. It was obvious in the subtlest of looks, the gentlest of touches, the softest of smiles. But sometimes, it would leap to the forefront of his mind and, cheeks red, eyes downcast, he would retreat into himself.

And so, neither Morgan or Cedric brought it up.

No matter how much they may have wanted to.

The days passed in almost comfortable normalcy.

There were no trips to the lake or the town, just sitting and enjoying each other’s company.

She and Cordelia taught him how to play Last Card on a thundery Tuesday, all pouting out the window at the storm.

“I hate thunder,” Cedric shuddered. “It’s the worst to play Quidditch in too.”

“I don’t think it’s safe to play in thunder,” Morgan huffed, collecting the cards after he won again. “I mean, lightning strikes the highest object, right? And look what happened to Harry last season.”

“Yeah, that was horrible,” he cringed, taking the cards from her and shuffling them. “Although that was the Dementors too.”

She pulled a face. “Still not an excuse. It really isn’t safe.”

Cordelia looked between them in confusion. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You remember Quidditch, right?” Cedric asked. “On the broomsticks.”

She nodded slowly. “Did you know that witches riding broomsticks used to be a euphemism for riding the devil’s—”

“—Oh-kay, that’s enough cards for today!” Morgan cut in. “Cords, why don’t you go grab a board game, yeah?”

“Okay!” she chirped, dancing off upstairs.

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief and slumped in her chair.

Cedric shot her an amused look.

“Shut up,” she muttered.

When Morgan saw a person running towards her house without an umbrella in the pouring rain, she decided they were an idiot.

Then the figure got closer and she realised that it was her idiot.

“God, Cedric, you dipshit,” she whispered, dropping the knife she was using to butter her toast on the bench and running to the door, grabbing a towel from a clean pile on the way.

She opened the door just as he reached the front steps, having to grip onto the handle tight so that the wind didn’t rip it from its hinges.

“What are you doing?” she asked over the downpour, letting him inside and handing him the towel.

“I swear it didn’t start raining until I was halfway here.” His teeth were chattering. “Gotta love English weather.”

She shook her head in defeat. “Shut up and go take a hot shower. I’ll bring you something to wear.”

He didn’t even move to object, shuffling towards the bathroom instantly.

Morgan left a bundle of warm clothes outside the door and sat on the couch to wait.

Thankfully, she wasn’t alone with her thoughts for very long.

Cedric padded into the room with his hair wet and messy and in a hoodie that he’d left at her house a few weeks before. “Thanks,” he said quietly.

“Are you okay?” she handed him a blanket as he sat down next to her.

He nodded. He looked significantly less cold than before. “Merlin, the last time I was this cold was when you pushed me into the Black Lake.”

“I didn’t push you, you slipped.”

“Yeah, right,” he huddled closer to her, making her tense up briefly. The last time they were this close on the couch…

“Hey, Morgan…” he said quietly after a few beats.

“Hm?”

“About that night—”

“It’s okay, we don’t have to—”

“No, I think we should—”

“Cedric,” she said firmly. “Don’t worry about it. You were drunk. It’s okay.”

He paused, studying her like he was committing all of her features to memory. She knew she was doing that for him. “Okay.”

They sat in silence, watching the rain stream down the window.

The Confession

Morgan had a confession to make.

First, to herself: she liked Cedric—No. She was in love with Cedric.

It was the way he said her name like it was made of porcelain, fragile, delicate. It was the way their bodies fit perfectly together when they hugged, their bodies and hands made for holding each other. It was the way he looked at her, that night and every day since—every day ever, actually; like she’d hung the moon and the stars in the sky. It was the way he made her feel safe.

Was that so difficult?

Yes, a nagging voice in the back of her mind muttered. You’re going to be twenty galleons more broke because of your stupid feelings.

Maybe, she countered. But I don’t even care anymore.

Her next confession would be to Cedric. That was slightly more difficult.

It wasn’t like she didn’t have the opportunity; they were almost always at each other’s houses. It was more to do with the issue of her being too scared. She shied away from admitting it every time she thought she was ready, pushing her feelings down and down until they were compressed under a pile of anxiety.

So, the confession was going well. Really well.

She stole another glance at him across the room, peering over her book to find him already staring at her. She withheld a squeak and looked back down, sinking lower into her end of the couch.

“Alright, what is it?” he asked, slipping a bookmark between the pages and setting his book on the end table.

“What is what?” She didn’t take her eyes off her book, pretending to read with her eyes locked on one phrase: ‘I love you.’

Is it that easy? She asked herself. I just say it?

Cedric leaned forward and pushed her book down. “Well, either that page is very interesting or you suddenly can’t read, because you haven’t turned the page in about twenty minutes.”

“I’m absorbing it properly,” she lifted it back up but he pushed it down again.

“Absorbing it, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Well, my other thought was that you were so distracted staring at me every five seconds that you forgot to actually read.”

She dropped her book, struggling to catch it and sending it careening onto the floor. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him. “No.”

He was smiling, that soft, almost smug smile that she’d fallen in love with. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Uh-huh, because from here, it looked like you were staring at me.”

She sat up straight. “Really? How odd.”

“Hmm…” he smiled a bit brighter. God, she wanted to kiss him. “Alright, I’ll take your word for it.”

She breathed an inaudible sigh of relief as he leaned back.

“Shame, because I was actually quite flattered.”

“Oh, I bet you were,” she scoffed.

He leaned back into the couch, opening his book agonisingly slow.

Morgan stared at him, legs crossed and brows furrowed. Her head was swirling with thoughts, all repeating, Cedric, Cedric, Cedric. She’d never wanted to kiss someone so bad, to just hold someone. She’d never, ever in her life, wanted to lose a bet.

His grey eyes flickered up to her once, then twice, then again. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, what the fuck,” she muttered, pushing herself forward and pressing her lips to his.

He dropped his book, the hardback thudding dully on the floor right next to hers, but neither cared. His hands found their place on her waist as she leaned over him, one arm supporting her on the wall behind him, the other entangled in his brown hair.

Butterflies danced in Morgan’s stomach, her heart racing wildly as their lips melded together. It was like they were made to kiss each other; the way they fit so perfectly, the curve of her cheek and the straight line of his nose. All of her swirling thoughts subsided, leaving only one: Cedric.

God, she never wanted to stop kissing him. He was like sugar; tantalising, sweet, addictive.

He pulled away first, thumb digging subtly into her hip, lips parted and gasping for air. “Morgan…”

“I’m sorry,” she breathed, unable to find her voice. “But I couldn’t wait another—”

He kissed her again, more passionate; noses knocking, hearts pounding, hair standing on end. She wondered how she got so lucky. God, she was lucky.

This kiss was more intense, all those weeks of pent up emotion, released in that moment.

She never wanted it to end.

But, as her lungs gasped for air and her head began to swim, she pulled away. He chased her lips, pressing a final, sweet kiss to them, before resting his head back again.

“Never apologise for that,” he breathed. “Never.”

“Got it,” she whispered, eyes tracing a pattern in his faint freckles. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

“Amazing at kissing?” he tilted his head.

“Just amazing in general.” She kissed him again.

The Pay-Up

Morgan had twenty galleons ready the second she set foot on the Hogwarts Train only a few weeks later. Cedric was holding her free hand as they wove past loitering students and nervous first years until they found Lizzie and Camila.

“Hey, Morgan, Cedric,” Lizzie raised her eyebrow at them.

Camila saw their connected hands and started prodding her arm.

“Hey, guys,” she smiled brightly. “Just paying up.”

She tossed Lizzie the bag of galleons and turned to Camila. “Sorry, I made the first move.”

“Liar,” she pointed at her. “Cedric, please tell me she’s lying.”

“Nope,” he let her hand go and wrapped it around her waist instead. “She kissed me first.”

Camila groaned, digging through her bag. “Fuck.”

As Lizzie danced in victory and Camila complained about Morgan finding her balls, Morgan had to admit, she had never been happier to lose a bet.

[joesanrio]

He’s mad now | R.R

Summary: Nova coming back from college was one of the best days- or I guess nights of her life.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i x Nova (OC) || non-established relationship

Warnings: arguing, cheating, kissing, pet names (princess,baby), grinding, dry humping, fingering.

Rating: 18+

A/N: …something about Joe being irritated or arguing with someone just sounds so hot. Also, I gave Joe a diff girl instead of Galina bcs I can’t do my girl like that. #whenjoeaintlookingimsnatchingherup

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It was the first weekend back in Florida after graduating college, everyone is excited and wanting to celebrate. Luckily tonight was just something that wasn’t all about me and just about seeing each other again.

“But you guys- I don’t drink.” I say as Takecia is trying to get me hype for the night at the club. “That doesn’t matter- we’re still going to have fun.” She smiled as I nodded in agreement. I sit on the living room couch as we are waiting for the last couple to show up.

Joe and Kira, they started dating while I was in college and supposedly are so in love. Though, Joe was not guaranteed to wait for me while I was at college, that selfish part of me wishes he did. “Sorry guys.” His voices eases into my ear, I didn’t look up though wanting avoid any eye contact at all costs.

“Got damn, might as well have a sleepover- took so long.” Jimmy complained jokingly while greeting Joe. I grabbed my small purse as I stood up and got ready to greet the couple myself, “You look… cute!” Kira greeted me with a forced smile. “Oh.. thank you!” I pretend not to notice her “compliment” tone, a small nod towards Joe as I walk past the couple to Jimmy at the door.

“Nova, remember you taking us home.” Jey pointed as he walked up to me by the door, “Got it!” I smile.

I get in the passenger seat of Jimmy’s car as Jey and Takecia get in the back, Kira and Joe riding separately. “That Kira chick is already ruining the mood.” Takecia complained as we haven’t even left the driveway and we can see her complaining through the passenger window of Joe’s car. “Aye- no bad vibes and we ain’t even leave yet.” Jimmy said as he pulls out the driveway.

[ Club : 9:25pm ]

“No. She just asked if I saw her boyfriend, I was not flirting!” Joe explains for the 5th time since they started arguing. They’ve had about 4 arguments since we got to the club and 3 of those were stupid little things like;

“You need to stop being so stiff!” Kira complained.

“I’m not-“ Joe denied.

“Yes! you literally are.” Kira drags on drunking-ly.

If there was an award for best party poopers they would definitely get it about now. “You know what. I’m so sick of your bullshit- every time we go out you always ruin it!” Kira shouts in Joe’s face as he rubs his forehead, “Okay, let’s go home then.” He offers while trying to calm the situation as the people close to them look over. “No fuck you! Fuck her and you can stay with your bitchy ass cousins and sleep there!” She exclaims as she storms off with the keys.

“Kira! You’re drunk!” I say going after her, “Oh my gosh, who do you think you are? Superman or something- leave me the hell alone!” She rolls her eyes before walking away again. “Maybe call someone to get you? You look really drunk, is all.” I try to reason as she glared at me, “Fine! Now move.” She shoves me while taking out her phone.

Walking back to where the rest of the group was, Joe seemed so confused about the situation as he sat with a beer. “Man- now we gotta sad Uce and raging drunk outside.” Jimmy said seriously though the small laughs didn’t fail to find there way after. “No. I’m good- she’ll snap out of it tomorrow morning.” Joe says as he takes a swig from his beer, “Y’all go ahead.” He nods.

Everyone still unsure but leaves to go back to whatever they were doing, but I find myself not wanting to leave him. “Joe… you sure you alright.” I ask softly before sitting next to him, he hums as he plays with the seemingly small bottle in his hands. “Nova, I know you don’t like her.” He looks up at me from the random space in front of him, “I do. Why-“ I go to defend myself before he cuts me off.

“I can hear the way your voice spikes up at the end of your sentences, you always do that when you’re uncomfortable or trying to fake something.” His eyes looking endearingly into mine, the small details only one who paid close attention would know he says like it’s obvious. “You got me..” I joke as he lets out a light huff of a laugh, “I missed you. You can’t tell anyone, but I dated her in hopes to forget about you.” He practically whispers as his hands find themselves onto his temples. “I- I missed you too. I still do.” I let my smile fall as I feel the reoccurring feelings I have for him, make there way to the surface.

“You do hm?” I could hear the smirk in his tone, I roll my eyes playfully at his now relaxed demeanor. “Stop! I’m being serious. I really do.” I laugh lightly as Joe stands from the booth, “Come with me.” He sticks his hand out for me to grab. My eyebrows rise questioningly before gabbing his large hand, I say nothing as he guides me to VIP area. “Oh hey man! Come on.” The bodyguard greeted Joe before pulling back the rope.

“So you’re telling me, we could’ve been over here the whole time! Your cousins are gonna be pissed.” I laugh as he smiles in agreement. “Our secret m’kay?” He places a finger over his mouth in a shushing manner, I nod as we walk up to the tucked away seating area. He pulls the curtains closed as I observe the area, “Nova, I really want you.” He states with a eager look in his eyes.

“You do hm?” I mock his past words as he takes quick notice and stands in front of me, “mhm I do.” He grabs the back of my neck delicately, pulling me up to meet his lips. The strong taste of beer on his lips, it’s disgusting but the soft note of coconut is coming through from his chapstick. “I really missed you.” He smiles against my lips, and his other hand finding its way to my ass causing a gasp to leave my mouth. His tongue slipping in between my lips with ease, melting into his touch, my hand grips his forearm while the other wraps around the neck and pulls him closer.

“Joe. Oh my-“ I moan quietly into his lips before pulling away, his eyes immediately going down to my wet, plump lips. He quickly sits down onto the sofa before pulling me onto his lap, causing my dress to rise up a bit. “You look so gorgeous.” He whispers before placing his thumb onto my lips and playing with the bottom lip. I unintentionally begin grinding on his lap before he pulls me back onto a kiss, “So needy.” He chuckles while his large hands find there way onto my ass.

“Shit..you feel so good princess.” He groans before pushing me harder against his erection, I moan in agreement as my panties soak against his jeans. His hand leaving my ass to rub little circles on my clit through my wet panties, “Oh. You’re soaked- already? I barely played with you.” Joe teases. My head falls into his shoulder in embarrassment before his fingers find there way onto my entrance.

“Joe…” I moan into his ear as his finger enters slowly, curling and hitting that one spot. “More.” I say breathlessly before he enters a second finger, his pace speeding up. My moans getting heavier and drawn out as his long fingers abuse the perfect spot inside of me. “I’m- m’gonna cum” I gasp as he restlessly pounds into me, “come on.” He smirks as he kisses my neck. I cum onto his fingers before he quickly pulls them out and has me grind onto his hard cock.

“There you go.. almost there.” He coos in my neck before placing a delicate kiss. I whine as I became overstimulated on top of him. “I can’t-“ “yeah you can.” He nods before his head falls back onto the chair, “Shit baby. Oh- fuck.” He groans as he cums in his pants. His grip on my hips getting tighter while holding me against him, “Oh I missed you.” He smiles tiredly.

“Oh my gosh! They’re probably looking for us.” I say remembering about the rest of the group, “Damn I forgot.” He chuckles and lifts me off his lap gently. “You look so fucked out.. and all you did was cum on my fingers.” He looks me up and down as he stands up. I cover my face in embarrassment, then standing up beside him. “I’m glad you’re back.” He pulls me by my waist and gives me another kiss.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Another Day in Paradise, Chapter 4

Pairing: Eventually Alastor x OFC, later- light Alastor x ofc x Lucifer Rated: E for eventual smut Content warnings (Series): It's Hazbin Hotel- this feels redundant. Sex, eventual smut, referenced implied suicide to be discussed in more detail later, drugs, drinking, poor coping, toxic behavior, controlling behavior, cannibalism, idk, it's fucking Hazbin Hotel, if it's worth a content warning it's probably going to come up at some point? Religious trauma. reader has a name/is a oc.

Content warning- Chapter: None

AN: Eventually maybe someone will read this shit. Still riding the new fandom crack train.

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Amber hid in her room the rest of the morning and had herself a good cry. It was something that was becoming more common as she felt safer. Eventually, a knock brought her out of her wallowing though she couldn’t say how long she had cried for.

Charlie was at the door, a plate with a sandwich and some chips was placed on a try as well as a glass that looked to contain juice. It was so perfectly wholesome and out of place in hell.

“I thought you might be hungry.” She said as Amber stepped aside to let the her into the room. 

“Thank you, you didn’t have to.” Amber said rather than admit that yes, she was starved. It was near lunch time and she had ran back to her room with her tail quite literally between her legs before having anything for breakfast. 

“I wanted to thank you,” Charlie said, setting the tray down on the end table by the bed before sitting down next to where Amber sat. 

“I didn’t do anything.” Amber couldn’t meet the girl’s wide and ever eager eyes and instead picked at the chips. Princess or golden retriever hotel owner, the woman was simply too good either way. 

“But you did,” Charlie insisted, “You took a risk. You gave it an honest try. You shared something so important to you. You could have taken the easy way out like they did but you didn’t. That means something and I am so, so proud of you for it.” 

That surprised Amber. Charlie knew. She knew they were half-assing their activities. She knew. But she cared, encouraged and loved them anyway. How could a being like Charlie have been raised in hell?

“Does it bother you,” Amber asked, “That you’ve only lived in hell?” 

“I mean, I’m curious about things top side, sure. But this is my home and I’ve had such a great life here. I mean, I know I’ve been privileged. There’s so much more to hell than just what you have access to here. But even this ring of hell can be pretty great. You can have a life here too, you know? A good one.” 

“I guess.” Amber shrugged.

“You’re already doing so good!” Amber smiled at Charlie’s encouragement. “You found somewhere safe, you’re making friends and t’s nice to see you not being so scared. I want you to feel safe here, I want you to have a life here. Inside the hotel and out.”

Silence settled as Amber ate. Charlie was happy enough to just sit with her for the moment. 

“Why?” Amber finally asked, when her food was gone and the glass was sitting in her hands. “Why are you so invested in helping me? Isn’t hell supposed to suck? Isn’t it supposed to be punishment? But here you are, insisting on helping.”

“I don’t know.” Charlie admitted, shrugging. “Sure, this place is intended to be a punishment for Sinners but who says it has to be? And you just don’t seem like you belong here. I can’t imagine what you did to get sent here.”

Amber laughed, “I’m far from sinless.”

“Sure, no one is.” Charlie admitted with a shrug. “But a bunch of little sins surely doesn’t get someone down here. And if it does, it shouldn’t.”

“Maybe it doesn’t matter?” Amber stood up, not sure how to run from the conversation when she was in her own room. It was getting to be too much. 

“I’m sorry- I know most don’t really like to talk about what they did or how they died. It’s kind of taboo here and I overstepped.”

“It’s fine,” Amber lied. 

“What was your favorite thing top side?” Charlie asked, standing as well and making her way to the door. 

“Other than my daughter?” Amber mused as she thought about it. “Listening to the radio in the early morning, out on the porch with a cup of coffee. Before anyone else woke up. Before the day woke up. Before the day’s bullshit started.” 

A knock on the door started Amber out of her memory. Charlie had a wide smile as she enveloped the much smaller Amber in her arms. “Thank you for sharing that with me. It sounds beautiful.” 

“I should get that.” Amber mumbled into Charlie’s shoulder as the knocking came again, this time accompanied by a voice. 

“Anyone hooome~?” Alastor called in a singsong voice from behind the door.

“I should really get that.” Amber repeated, trying to ignore the way fear flooded her. “I don’t want to upset him.” 

Charlie ducked out of the room with a wave as Amber opened the door to Alastor. “Dearie, did you forget our plans already?” 

“No, I just- I didn’t know when.”

“Now.” Alastor answered, thumping his cane on the ground and leaning on it. “Is that,” Alastor wiggled his finger at Amber, “Acceptable to go out in?” 

“What?” Amber looked down at the over sized shirt she was wearing over leggings. “Is there something wrong with this?”

“It could be better.” Alastor said simply before deciding, “But I suppose it’s good enough for now.” 

“We’re just going to pick up the things from the tailor, right?” Amber asked, slipping her feet into the simple low heeled shoes Alastor had gotten her. They were more comfortable to walk in, rather than the heels and boots Angel had insisted on. Sneakers just didn’t seem to be a thing at the stores either had dragged her to.

“Among other things,” Alastor answered simply. “Come along now.” 

Alastor started down the hall without waiting for her. She was left scrambling to catch up to the one person she didn’t want to spend an undefined period of time being drug around the city with according to their whims. 

She didn’t know if she needed a coat or an umbrella or how the weather in hell even worked. It rained but the rain didn’t look pleasant. She’d seen people dissolve to the bone in the rain while she huddled under whatever shelter she had been able to find at the time. The weather had always been warm when she had been on the streets but Alastor always wore a overcoat. 

Going out wasn’t something she was used to and oh boy, was she overthinking it. 

She managed to catch up to him at the elevator, slipping in with Alastor before the doors closed. He had made no effort to hold the elevator for her. As soon as the doors opened onto the lobby, Alastor’s long legs carried him swiftly out. Amber was left scrambling to try and keep pace with him, struggling to stay within a few paces behind him. 

He had to know she was all but jogging to keep up. There was no way he wasn’t hearing the way she was panting by the time they reached the bottom of the hill or the rushed clicking of her heels against the stones contrasting to his smoothe relaxed steps.

“Now my dear, how should a lady carry herself?” Alastor didn’t even look back as his pace slowed. 

“Kind of hard when I can’t keep up.” Amber mumbled, trying to pull herself together according to his damn whims.

“Fix yourself.” Alastor commanded as he looked back at Amber. 

She pulled the hem of her long shirt and ran her hand through her hair trying to make it look like she hadn’t been near running to keep pace with his insanely long strides. Back straight and strong. Shoulders pulled back. Neck long. Chin up. Stand tall. Breathing slow and deep. 

It felt foreign. It felt wrong. It felt strong. 

It felt good.

“Very good.” Alastor remarked simply, continuing on his stroll at a much more relaxed pace.

Amber was able to keep within a few paces of him, trailing along behind him as he cut through fairly peaceful streets. Sure, there were corpses here and there, there were drug deals going down where the occasional alley shot off the main road. Monster sinners crossed the road rather than share the sidewalk with Alastor and eyed the woman who was in their eyes brave enough to share her time with the feared demon. 

Amber didn’t know what to do with her hands while walking in this new stiff posture. The day before, she at least had Alastor’s arm to busy one hand. She didn’t have a cane to fiddle with like him. She tried tucking her hands behind her back like he did but it felt stiff and awkward. Clasping her hands in front of her his felt better but still awkward, it reminded her of the timid life she had lived. 

In the distance, she could see the tailor shop. 

“Now, go get your package.” Alastor stopped, glancing at her before dissolving into the shadows, leaving her alone. 

“What?” Amber looked around and couldn’t find any sign of him. Oh hell no.

He took her out of the hotel and fucking left her alone. Defenseless and alone. Shoulders sagged as she debated if she could make it back to the hotel without having an unsavory encounter of some sort. Eyes fell to the ground as doubt swan through her mind. 

No, she couldn’t continue this way. At the very least she needed to complete the task Alastor had set her out on. Who knows what would happen if she didn’t at least get the clothes. 

“Step one, get to tailor. Step two, get clothes. Step three, I don’t fucking know.” Amber took a deep breath and again fixed her posture. Eyes up. Head up. One step at a time she propelled herself forward, down the sidewalk and toward the shop. 

Sinners didn’t cross the street for her. Some catcalled and propositioned but none actually touched her. A few sinners came close to touching her, reaching out to wrap and arm around her waist while trying to offer her something or another but she was able to sidestep them. 

She tried to pretend Alastor was walking with her. Oh, how she hadn’t expected to lean on the idea of him for some confidence. It was hard to wrap her head around how he made her feel safe while also making her feel the farthest thing from safe.

The air of confidence she struggled to pull around her was nearly totally false but it was something. Though it was illusion alone, it carried her as each step took her closer to the tailor shop. Just a block away now. Then a few feet. 

Her fingers trembled as she reached out for the railing as she prepared to ascend the stairs. It was here that she paused and looked around. In many ways, this was just another city street. 

Could she make a life here? Could she have some independence here? What a strange idea, to exist independent of those around her. When had she last been independent? Had she ever been sucessfully independent? She didn’t think so. 

Alastor was nowhere to be seen. Amber didn’t know what would come next but she wanted to believe she could get back to the hotel again, on her own if need be. 

Why he was helping her, she couldn’t fathom but he was and his lesson had been vital. What other vital lessons could he teach her, if she was willing to trust him?

Clean clothes, a change in how she carried herself and she was left largely alone in the same area she had once been accosted, chased and terrorized at. She was sure it helped that she had been seen with Alastor to some extent though. 

Closing her eyes, she tried to channel the way actresses would glide up stairs in the films she had watched in her life, not that she had gotten to watch many. Smooth steps as she made her way up to the porch and wrapped her fingers around the doorknob. 

With a deep breath, she entered the shop.

“You made it!” Alastor’s singsong voice called out, rich static coloring the tone as Amber all but jumped out of her skin. “Good job!”

The small sheep demoness had packages bagged up and siting on the counter. She looked positively terrified to have Alastor lounging in her shop as he waited for Amber to make the walk. 

“How did you-?” Amber clutched at her chest as her heart hammered against her ribs. 

“Collect your bags, Dearie. I’ve got things to do, places to be and people to maim. We simply have to get going.”

Amber did as she was told, scurrying over to the counter and collecting the bags with a meek word of thanks to the shopkeeper. Any air of confidence she had managed to collect on her way in was gone, startled right out of her by Alastor. 

Alastor said nothing as he lead her out of the shop. She raced behind him as he descended the stairs. There was no way she could guess which speed Alastor would walk at and part of per mentally prepared to nearly run to keep up with the much taller man. 

Instead he waited for her at the base of the stairs, making her look ever more a fool as she stumbled to a stop in front of him. He looked down at her with eyebrow raised and hummed his weird musical hum. 

“This simply won’t do for the meeting.” 

“What meeting?” Amber wanted to go home. She wanted to go where Alastor wasn’t so she could get her bearings.

Alastor snapped his fingers with a flair and air rushed around her. Elegant red fabric draped itself over her. The flowing circle skirt danced around her legs, cutting a soft line a few inches below her knees. The neckline was high, it nearly felt like it was choking her but the back of the dress dipped low, leaving her feeling exposed in the least scandalous way possible as her hair tickled the exposed skin. Her tail fit perfectly through a hole that she was pretty sure wouldn’t be able to accommodate the fluff when it came time to remove the dress. 

“Did you just dress me up like a doll?” Amber spoke sharply before she had a chance to consider her tone or who she was speaking to.

“And there you have it, again she finds her claws.” Alastor laughed, tucking her hand around his arm to rest on his forearm as be began to lead her down the street. 

“Why are you doing this?” Amber dared to ask while he walked her swiftly down the street toward the heart of the city. 

“Boredom, as I said. Don’t you listen?” Alastor tapped her ear rather harshly with the microphone head of his cane. “These ears are for more than just decoration, are they not?”

“They work,” Amber flung her ears forward and back in a attempt to somehow swat the microphone away without having to outright challenge the much more powerful man. “But that dosen’t really tell me why you’re treating me like a pet.” 

“Getting braver!” Alastor chuckled but didn’t answer. “Good job!” 

Amber yanked her arm from where it was tucked around his, stepping away to put distance between them. “Seriously. Why are you helping me? I know Charlie believes in redemption and Angel just seems nice but you-?”

“Me?” Alastor pointed to himself, static thick in his voice again as his neck cracked, head twitching to an unnatural angle for a moment. “Do tell me what you think you know about me.”

“You’re powerful.” She stated plainly, deflating. “And creepy. Sadistic, maybe.”

“You complement me so!” Alastor all but preened, placing a clawed hand to his chest and standing tall before leaning into her space again. “Do keep going.”

“You could kill me with a flick of your wrist, probably wouldn’t even feel bad about it-” She continued, stepping away from him every time he inched closer until she almost fell off the sidewalk. 

“I wouldn’t.” He said though she didn’t know if he was confirming he wouldn’t feel bad about killing her or that he wouldn’t kill her at all.

She didn’t dare ask for clarification.

“You don’t get anything from helping me but what? A momentary entertainment? It doesn’t make sense.”

“Isn’t our afterlife little but a series of momentary entertainments to break up our hellish existence?” Alastor countered before his posture changed, standing tall again and ordering her to stay put as he dissolved into shadows.

“What the fuck.” Amber said to the empty space he had been. “What the actual fuck.” 

[creampuffqueen]

okay done with homework time for more avatar oc lore!!!!

- avatar lusa’s name means ‘midnight’. you’ll never guess what time she was born at

- being from the southern water tribe, which has always been a bit more lax on letting women learn waterbending, she did learn how to fight. sort of. mostly defensive moves, though

- she was brought to the northern water tribe to learn healing

- her healing teacher was a woman named panninguaq, the chief’s eldest daughter

- the chief of the tribe also had twin sons, paruk and panuk

- the twins have a different mom. panninguaq’s mother gave birth to her and then was unable to conceive again. the tribe elders insisted the chief take another wife in order to produce a male heir. they rejoiced when she had two

- panuk is close with his older sister, paruk is not. paruk is the eldest by a few minutes, making him the heir. panuk and panninguaq both feel shirked by him, and so their relationship with him is best described as frosty. lol

- paruk is a decent guy though, and does his best to live up to his duties to the tribe. lusa finds this very admirable, hence why she started falling for him

- to learn earthbending, she was sent to ba sing se to live with the royals while she trained

- lusa kinda sucked at bending tbh. she found it really difficult and was also very hard on herself

- prince haoyu, a nonbender, helped her with her overall confidence, and also was always there to take her mind off bending with something intellectual, like reading or pai sho

- and oopsies he fell in love with her too

- lusa headed to the fire nation to learn firebending from the crown princess, nyzah

- hearing about the avatar’s… warm welcome in the other nations, the firelord’s only instruction to his daughter was: don’t fall in love with her

- nyzah, two weeks later: dad i fell in love with the avatar

- anyway lol

- lusa heads off to the eastern air temple to learn airbending. she meets with chesa, who is one of the youngest spiritual gurus the air nation has seen

- chesa sees that crooked avatar grin and knows she’s done for

- they’re all very funny to me

- so yeah that’s how avatar lusa got her politically complicated polycule

- as for the future

- lusa ends up officially marrying 3/4 of her partners

- people are like ‘can she do that?’ ‘i mean she’s the avatar i guess she can do what she wants’

- the only one she doesn’t marry is nyzah, simply due to the fact that nyzah is an only child and therefore must produce an heir for her country

- nyzah marries a very chill fire nation guy who’s a nice person and a good father, and they remain very friendly even if there’s no romantic love between them

- fun fact: asami and mako and bolin’s mothers can both trace their lineage back to firelord nyzah

- nyzah had a son who became the next firelord, and two younger daughters. one daughter is an ancestor of naoki, one daughter is an ancestor of yasuko

- not that this matters at all, or that they’d ever be able to trace their ancestry back that far. this is like ~1000 years before canon

- but it’s fun

- as for paruk and haoyu’s lines

- lusa did have a few kids

- but all were barred from the lines of succession because there was no accurate way to confirm who their father was. and no royalty was gonna put someone on the throne who they weren’t absolutely sure was supposed to be there

- so paruk’s siblings did in fact sort of get to rule, because one of their heirs got the throne after he died. who’s laughing now

- and haoyu had a younger brother whose kid took the throne. he and his brother were closer though, so he wasn’t nearly as bothered lol

overall though they all lived pretty chill and happy lives

so there you have it 👍

[thewnchstrs]

The Letter

Pairing: Winchester!Sister(OC Ellie)

Disclaimers: n/a

Word Count: 754

A/N: sorry this one is so short omfg. also, this would take place at the beginning of season 3 :)

M A S T E R L I S T

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“Are you sure it’s in here?” Sam said, rummaging through the glove box of the Impala, running a finger through the neck of his shirt that clung to his back. 

Dean grumbled, sifting through the visor above the driver’s seat in search of the same damn insurance card that seemed to go missing every year. “Check the visor.”

Sam pulled down the visor, two white pieces of paper flittering into his lap. Sam picked one of them up, showing the insurance card to Dean who snatched it from his hands. Sam chuckled, shaking his head as he grabbed the small white envelope, going to put it back in its place when he noticed the large, looping handwriting across the front. Handwriting he immediately recognized as Ellie’s.

“What’s this?” Sam asked, holding it up.

Dean narrowed his eyes, reading his and Sam’s names across the front. He shrugged, taking it from him and ripping it open. He unfolded the thin notebook paper, glancing to Sam in confusion before looking back down at it again.

Sammy + Dean,

Fuck. I guess I’m dead. I mean…if you’re reading this, then I probably am. Or maybe Dean went looking for that insurance card he loses every year. Sorry for dying, by the way. That really sucks and it was kind of shitty of me, leaving you two alone. I’m sure you’ll manage.

Sam and Dean glanced up at each other from the note and up to the motel room where they could see Ellie through the window, packing her clothes into her duffel bag. They both looked back down at the letter.

At the time that I’m writing this, I only have about six months left. It’s strange, knowing that every day that passes on the calendar I’ll never see again. I’ll never see the fireworks on the 4th of July, or the leaves changing in the fall. I’m just trying to soak it all up while I can. My birthday’s coming up. And to be honest, I never thought I’d see 22 years of my life. I’ve lived much longer than I ever expected to.

I’d never say to your faces, but thank you for all you’ve done for me. No matter what happened or where in the world we were, I always knew you guys would be right behind me, every step of the way. We never had any stability growing up. No home, no school, no friends. But in the end, none of that really mattered, because I had you. And that was more than enough.

So, please, for the love of god, don’t sit around moping. I mean…maybe a few days is okay just for you guys to remember how fucking cool I was and all that…but then, you need to move on. Hunters die every day, but that doesn’t mean the job does. I lived a good life, despite it all. I’ll be okay. And maybe one day we’ll see each other again.

Kick some ass for me.

Love,

El

Dean let the paper fall in his lap as they reached the bottom, sitting silently back in their seats. They watched her move across the motel room, unaware of what they’d found, something she’d intended for them not to find until she was long gone.

“We can’t let her go,” Sam whispered, looking over to Dean. “We can’t let her go to Hell.”

Dean had been telling himself this ever since he found out about Ellie’s deal. That he couldn’t let his sister be dragged to the worse place he could imagine, but nothing he tried was working. Either Ellie died and went to Hell and Sam lived, or vice versa. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself either way.

He glanced over at his brother, nodding. “We’ll figure something out.”

“You have to promise me, though, Dean,” Sam said in a serious tone. “You need to promise me that whatever we do, we do it knowing for sure that we all live. No more deals, okay?”

Dean wished he could keep the promise, but he knew better. He’d already been down every avenue, looked under every rock to figure out a way to get Ellie out of her deal, but nothing was working. He knew that if it came down to it, he would sell his soul for Ellie’s in a heartbeat. 

“Okay,” Dean agreed guiltily. Sam continued to watch him, like he didn’t believe him. Dean nodded, folding the paper again and sliding it back into the envelope. “No deals.”

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[cookierunauprompts]

yooooo! Guess who’s back! Here’s a post about arcane egg cookie again, I hope you enjoy it. :)

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Hello hi! This post is about my cookie run kingdom oc arcane egg, if you don’t know about them read my previous writings about them. Anyways! This post will be about exploring the personality of arcane cookie, along with some of their habits, hobbies, and general info. Hope you enjoy.

-First off, I imagine arcane egg uses both she/her pronouns and they/them as well.

-arcane egg was the last of the old ancients that were made, about 2 hours behind the rest.   As a result the rest have the tendency to treat them like the youngest even though they to were only created like a few hours before hand. Her natural naivety and trusting nature does not help… their small stature as well also REALLY doesn’t help.

-arcane egg holds the light/soul jam of defiance, they’ll always look for another way. Because their has to be, and if there isn’t one she’ll make one. She’s also big on justice and general good morals, if something isn’t fair she’ll make it fair! So in her earlier years she was quite the rebel and revolutionary. Even as time took so much from her, they’ll always hold this belief… even if they don’t believe in it either.

-their quite an introvert, their both “oh no, people!” And “ ew… people”. So when people met the small cookie they thunk them aloof and mysterious, while her family knew this to be… incorrect 

-she can be so SO chatty to the people she’s comfortable with, like it’s surprising how much she can talk. Doesn’t help she goes on tangents either. As a result when explaining or asking someone for something they can be quite blunt and to the point.

-also when they talk they tend to slurr words together or say them incorrectly, their greatly embarrassed by it.

-as the name suggests they LOVE magic, no matter the type or flavor she wants to learn and do. Be it coffee magic to the spiciest she’ll get her small cookie hand on it! As a result this helped start shadow milk cookies and their friendship. Comparable to pure vanilla’s and white lily cookie’s friendship during academy days.

-compared to the more chatty shadow milk cookie, she was happy to listen and learn from him. And happily help him when they could. They spent many a long night together dreaming up ways how magic could help people, be it to the wondrous or mundane magic is what brought them together… present day she can’t look at any illusion magic with out thinking of him though.

-some traits that describe arcane egg are kind, silly, rebellious, quite, creative, clumsy, awkward, naive, and a little bit dense and I observant. She’s still quite emotionally and intellectually intelligent though.

-fun fact! The reason the world so easily forgot arcane egg cookie was for mainly two factors, she looked a lot like her other ancient comrades. No real unique color or bright identity to separate themselves from the rest. And secondly she in fact used this forgettable nature of hers to infiltrate places and collect information, so even they saw no point in trying to stand out. In fact it was useful.

-hmm… it’s almost funny. The arcane egg cookie of the past is so much different compared to the arcane cookie of the present… it’s tragic isn’t it? But you can rest assured theirs hope for them yet.

Anyways that’s all I have for now hope you enjoy! Sorry for any spelling / grammar errors.

(also question learning this information about arcane egg, do you think her and golden butter cookie would be friends? I gotta know)

Ooo!! I did enjoy reading about Arcane Egg!

Also, as for your question, I do believe that Golden Butter Cookie would consider Arcane Egg a good friend if they existed in the same universe, however, like with mystic flour, She would envy Arcane Egg. Mainly due to the fact that they hold the light of defiance, perhaps if Golden Butter had such a strong will to defy like Arcane Egg did... Maybe she wouldn't have fallen so deep into her burnout

But nonetheless, they would still be good friends. Though I doubt that Golden Butter would tell them the location of the Toy-Box( they hardly do tell anyone, cause I'm pretty sure that I made Shadow Milk find out on accident.) though.

Also, small little thing but if Arcane Egg believes that there's hope for themself then that creates a fun little opposite between them. Golden Butter doubts that there's hope waiting for her at the end of the road, only moving forwards at others suggestion. Maybe one day she'll start moving on her own... maybe.

[dontjudgemeimawriter]

OC in Fifteen

Tagged by @pertinax--loculos thank you! I wanted to do there for other characters after doing Terran

(Edit: This has been sitting in my drafts fully done for ages. Whoopsies.)

Raymond's up next!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

"But if I hadn’t convinced Jesse that you were capable of being a decent person, you would’ve— [killed him], and you know what? That doesn’t make any sense.”

2.

“You’re trying to control everything and I don’t like that stupid spell, I can’t talk to you. You think it makes you so good at things but it just makes you a controlling jerk,” Raymond yelled back. “This is why I don’t trust you! Why I didn’t tell you!”

3.

“I want everyone alive. You just want me alive.”

4.

[Raymond] smiled slightly. “When you cast that spell you heighten the level of resources your brain has dedicated to a specific task. It’s heightening of a psychological phenomena. All I had to do was split up the resources.”

I thought that over. “I didn't know Nyps could do that,” I said, and somehow when he explained it it made so much sense. Like it was simple.

“I didn't know I could either. It was a theory. Until just now. But I shouldn’t’ve tried it. I wanted you to unfocus but I shouldn’t’ve forced it.”

5.

“I want the person who let me go. You weren’t focused then. Look. I know that spell is useful. I know we might not’ve pulled this off without it. That’s kind of the point of this, though. I want to get to know you. And if even you don’t know who that is… maybe you should.” 

6.

(Context: Raymond shared that he makes and sells Nyp whispers, which is like selling a mental health spell)

“It’s like going in blind. And because it’s freaking illegal we can’t do it right, y’know? Even if it’d be fine to tell people, no one wants a Nyp going into their mind, they’d much rather take a whisper because it doesn’t give access. But everyone’s different, everyone’s brain is different. I’ve seen these not work on some people, or even make things worse, and I hate it. If I could go in, if we could do research on these spells, I could find a way to actually help instead of giving this thing that works for some people. And it’s worse because like, sometimes I’m selling it to someone, and like, I don’t need much to get in, y’know? I’m giving them a memory-whisper and I’m like, I can sense how your mind works and I know this won’t work for you, but I can’t say anything, and if people would be okay with it maybe I could actually help them. But maybe I’m not helping, because there’s no research on Nyp magic, and honestly, I have no freaking idea if there's side effects to anything, or if I could do more harm. I hate it.”

7.

“There was just—” he paused.

“There was what?” I urged. Something was there, something he wanted to talk about, I could feel it.

“Some fear?”

“Of?”

He sighed. “You? Like I know you wouldn't hurt me and I trust you. But it—made it a little hard to sleep, I guess.”

8.

“Because you’re always so invested in my existence being secret, right? I’d convinced myself that if you came looking for me it was because you had to control everything again, make sure I was being safe and all.” The corner of his mouth tugged up in a slight smirk. “But you missed me, didn’t you?”

Was that really a reveal? Sure, I hadn’t thought about the implication of calling out his name (and fuck he was right, that had been risky), but… “Of course I missed you.”

“That’s not an ‘of course,’ okay? You’re hiding 90% of the time. I have no idea how you feel. I have no idea if you—no idea why you saved me. I have to trust that you won’t kill other people that matter to me but I don’t even know what guided that decision in the first place.”

9.

“Sorry,” I took a deep breath. 

He nodded. “Thanks.” he didn’t meet my eye for a moment, then asked, “Should I not try to touch you?”

My wincing had been my fault, not his.  “It’s fine.”

“Is it actually?” he asked, concern in his voice.

10.

“I know I was just insisting I go,” Raymond said. “And I’m still going to. But that doesn't mean I’m not scared. And the truth is…you are better at this. Maybe I’ve been stubborn, and maybe you’ve been right this whole time. Maybe if I hadn’t come back to go to Dante, then both you and Jodi would be safe. I don’t have any ideas, any solutions, and I’m terrified, and you’ve gotten me out of this before and I can’t do this myself. I’m not leaving Jodi. And I think you can figure out a solution.”

11.

“Yes, I understand how a hostage negotiation works, Abigail."

12.

“Understand now?” He asked, speaking up after a second, and his voice still had the bite, but I sensed some strain. “You’re going to give me access to a lot of people who have reason not to like you. You’re going to need me in their heads. I do that all for you, but my friends are safe, guaranteed. And I won’t kill for you. That’s the deal. You will not use them to get to me ever again.”

13.

“Not cocoa. Chocolate.” Raymond leaned against the arm of the couch, facing me. He gave me a smile.

“What’s the difference?"

“Cocoa is powder and hot water. This,” he took a sip, closing his eyes as he did, an expression of deep satisfaction coming over him, topped with a whipped-cream mustache. “Is hot chocolate.”

14.

“Did you leave a window open, too?” I remembered, vaguely, him opening it earlier.

“No, I—“ he hesitated as he unwrapped his damp scarf and looked around, just as both of us saw that I’d been right. There was a window open, just a crack, but enough to be contributing. He ran over to it and shut it. “Definitely no windows left open,” he smiled sheepishly.

15.

“That feeling? You know how you said you can’t escape yourself?” I nodded again. “That’s why I went into a burning building. I realized what I was doing faster, sure. But you were there your whole life, and it’s all you were taught. And still, you showed me compassion. You risked yourself so I could live when I didn’t want to and I didn’t even think you liked me. I forgave you then.”

My boy!

Tagging @crushedmodule @rosesonneptune @bookish-karina @thegreatobsesso @wildswrites & @blind-the-winds

[divinemackerel]

We still don't know 100% if it is Wilbur even if all signs suggest yes it's him, there could be another person this info implies to that we don't know or realize this info applies to.

I think the most damning info that suggests it's him is the people who have came out say yeah hes a biter.

Though hot take this doesn't sound horridly irredeemable stuff, it sounds like stuff that's linked to mental health issues and just learning boundaries and not everyone is into the same stuff as you are which isn't easy but not like, breaking the law or doing something legal that might as well be illegal anyways like drm does.

However another hot take: bursonas are still Wilbur, the name even coming from his name. It's better to just turn them into their own thing/an OC than continuing calling them bursonas if your are worried about it.

hey no offense but like, I don’t, really want to talk about “hey this doesn’t sound horribly irredeemable.” Because abuse is abuse. Something may not sound horrible to you but it doesn’t matter what it sounds like to you, it matters the effect it had on the victim, and Shubble said that the biting was so hard that it left bruises and shit, and that isn’t even getting into how she spoke about gaslighting and shit.

This is not a blog where I want to talk about the shit I’ve heard about Wilbur either. I am nowhere near in a good space rn to talk about the abuse or the reasons people think it was him.

Imo what I’ve seen from people talking about the situation heavily implies it was him. And I don’t want to risk the chance I am supporting someone who could be abusive like that. Especially as someone who has undergone abuse similar to that.

I don’t know what to do with the bursonas though, thank you for your input with that, I guess.

[oddinary4bts]

I’m going to need that drabble right now,

Pleaseeeee♥️

Here it is! It's shorter than the other one though

The Forgotten Spaces Drabble

*Mature content. Minors DNI

☆warnings: mentions of a bar, mention of jimin and oc kissing, mention of Jungkook's leg hurting, mentions of Jungkook's scars, explicit content: mentions of blowjob and penetrative sex.

☆wc: 890

☆☆☆☆☆

Thursday, August 23rd

Looking back, Jungkook knows he shouldn’t have gone to the bar. He should have listened to his intuition and stayed home, even when Laura was asking why they were not going with the rest of his friends. He should have insisted, shouldn’t have caved in, because seeing you with Jimin hurt.

And Laura noticed. Laura noticed how he tensed, how he stared, and he knows she deserves an explanation. Which is why they’re sitting on his bed, her with her arms folded on her chest and an annoyed look on her features. Him, with a hand mindlessly massaging his knee because of course it chose this moment to hurt.

He wishes he could disappear, but he can’t. He’s got to do this – Laura deserves as much.

“Y/n is someone from the dance crew,” he starts, and he winces because you are so much more than that, but how is he supposed to tell that to his girlfriend? “We’ve never been particularly close?”

It sounds like a question, but Laura doesn’t bite. She waits for him to continue, looking even more annoyed now.

“Last summer, we went to a cottage with the crew and some other friends,” Jungkook continues. “I ended up having sex with her, and it made things pretty weird between us two.”

His sentence falls flatly between the two of them, like a rock in snow – contrary to a rock in water, which leaves ripples behind. The silence has no ripples, just Laura staring at him.

“You had sex with her?” she eventually says, and she scoffs. “You didn’t think to tell me before?”

“It didn’t matter,” Jungkook lies.

Laura doesn’t know him enough to tell that he’s lying, luckily enough for him. “Why are you upset then?”

Jungkook shrugs, because he’s aware he shouldn’t be. “It’s weird seeing her getting it on with my best friend I guess. I’m not upset upset, mostly just weirded out.”

At that Laura’s features relax a little. “Yeah… I get it.” She looks away from him, eyes going to a pair of shorts he left on the floor last night, feeling too lazy to put it in the hamper. “I would have appreciated if you told me before, though.”

Jungkook plays with his piercing, watching Laura’s profile for a few seconds before he says, “Why? It really doesn’t matter.”

“Because you see her all the time,” she explains. “I don’t like that you spend time with someone you’ve had sex with.”

Jungkook can’t help the chuckle he lets out, and it’s condescending. He knows he’s an asshole for it, but he can’t help it. “You had sex with James before he dated Peyton and you still spend time with him.”

It’s low because, frankly, Jungkook doesn’t even give a shit that she talks to James. James is a decent guy, the only friend of hers that Jungkook doesn’t actually dislike.

“It’s not the same thing,” she mumbles.

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, leaning forward to try to meet her gaze, though it fails miserably. “Tell me how it’s different.”

“Y/n is single,” Laura points out. “She clearly wants you.”

It hurts, as if someone poured acid in his veins. “I doubt so, sweetheart. She’s moved on too. Her kissing Jimin is proof enough of that.”

The pet name works each time. Jungkook doesn’t even understand why, it’s just a pet name. But Laura loves it way too much, and it calms her down whenever she gets annoyed with him.

Not that it happens a lot.

“Right.” She sighs, and she finally meets his gaze again. “Do you still talk though?”

As much as it breaks his heart to say so, Jungkook answers, “Not anymore. Outside of the necessary stuff for the choreographies during dance practice, no.”

Laura sighs once more, before nodding her head. “If it ever changes you need to tell me.”

“Promise,” Jungkook says, because he knows it won’t change anyway.

“And I want to come to dance practice,” she adds. “I wanted before but… yeah.”

Jungkook pulls at his piercing, almost enough for it to hurt. “We don’t usually invite other people. But I’ll see with the crew if they’re comfortable with it.”

She nods again, and then holds her hand out between them. “We’re good?”

Jungkook snorts, mostly because he’s surprised she wants to shake hands over this, but he still does it. “Of course we are sweetheart.”

And when she pulls him in, he doesn’t resist, even though his mind is miles away from her. Even though his mind is stuck replaying you with Jimin, Jimin with you, and he can almost picture you in Jimin’s room. So he lets Laura take the lead, lets her take off his clothes.

Lets her kneel between his leg, eyes obstinately staying away from his scar. She doesn’t even dare to touch it, as if it’ll burn her.

He doesn’t like it, but when she starts sucking his dick, he finds it hard to be annoyed at her for it. His eyes flutter shut, and he does his best to stay here, in the moment.

It almost works. Almost does, as she fucks herself on him, and he holds her hips. And when she's done, lying next to him wearing nothing but one of his shirts, Jungkook is almost able to hold her close to him.

Almost.

[look-at-the-soul]

Look at the soul- Cillian Murphy (Prologue)

LATS Master list

⚠️ Grief

Pairing Cillian with OC

Summary: At forty four years old, anyone would think you have your life figured out, right? Well, life has some funny -or cruel- ways sometimes… Overnight widowed with two sons at the not-teenagers-anymore, nor-adults-yet phase, Cillian Murphy is forced to start everything all over again. Asking for a sign that it’s the right time to go back into work, he comes across the woman his best friend and screenplay writer and himself had been searching for so long to take the leading role in a play that had been waiting for her as well.

Behind the scenes: This story started as a dream, I literally dreamed one night the end of the play and started from there. Please note I’m not involved in theater 🎭 also, I’ll be adding some songs and lyrics (in italics) I think that fits the story (if you fancy sending some recommendations I’m more than happy to hear!) -Yes, the name is just like my blog… because that’s why I started this, the very first story I wrote, with this play in mind 💖🍀

Suggested song: “Show me the meaning of being lonely” Backstreet Boys (I ♥️ this acoustic version)

“Just leave it, really doesn’t matter.” He asked frustrated after ruining dinner.

“Let me take care of this sweetheart.” His mother ignored his petition and started to fix it.

“Where do you keep the toilet paper? There’s nothing in the bathroom.” His sister asked from the hall.

“I don’t know.” He shuddered. “In the cabinet probably.”

“Already looked there C.” She was trying not to roll her eyes, Cillian just raised his shoulders.

Looking around, he found his other sister picking up the dirty dishes he left over the couch along with the mug he was sure he used last week. Moving everything to the dishwasher, she then walked around the living room picking up the sweatshirt he probably used days ago. Between the cushions, she found a pair of socks and the glass of water he left on Saturday.

The steps of his mother brought him back to reality, she was rushing with the basket full of clothes that she washed, it was perfectly folded now, he moved to the left just in time to avoid a crash.

He was tired both, mentally and physically.

Letting out a loud sigh, he thought about how his mother and sisters showed up half an hour ago, and even though they didn’t say it, their actions were screaming that he was a fucking mess. They offered to prepare the meals for him and his sons daily, showed up on his doorstep unannounced and started to tidy everything up, every single thing that was out of place.

Bringing his thumb and index finger to his eyes, he started to massage them with his fingertips.

He knew they were only trying to help him, but in reality, they were only making him feel stupid and useless.

But he should be used by now, since they had this dynamic going on for a little longer than a year. Since he was widower.

“Will you do the night tales channel?” His younger sister asked.

“I don’t know… eventually I guess.”

“My favorite is when you read poems.” His other sister confessed. “You could do it on your own from your basement.” Cillian shook his head, he preferred to stay as far as possible from the internet. “What? You could even do it anonymously.”

His mum showed up again in the kitchen and without a word, started to organize the receipts, bills and bank statements that he had been accumulating over the kitchen island since the last time they were over. Folding them correctly, she placed them in a drawer.

“Forget about it.” He answered blunty. “Would you mind keeping an eye on them? I need to go out.” He asked meaning about his sons who were upstairs.

The three of them shared a concern look, Cillian wasn’t doing well, he had been answering with monosyllables for over a year, he was distracted, serious

There was no point of staying anyways, there was nothing he could do… they had already taken care of everything, the clothes, the food, the mess in his house, his kids.

He leaned his head against the cold glass of the bus. Visiting the place where they kept the ashes of the woman who once was his wife always left him emotionally shattered. He walked by inertia, following the same path without really paying attention to anything, the tiles on the floor were the same, the lines that marked the limit over the platform hadn’t changed in the last ten years, the sign that showed what to do in the case of a fire that hanged at the E-five station was so worn out that it could barely be read.

Show me the meaning of being lonely

So many words for the broken heart

It's hard to see in a crimson love

So hard to breathe

And just like that, he could make an endless list of the things that after all these years were the same, it was only his life what had changed so drastically.

The thing is, nobody understands the grief you are living unless they went through the same situation. And even that way, everyone goes through it in a different way.

Show me the meaning of being lonely

Is this the feeling I need to walk with?

As for his family, truth is he would be forever grateful for all the help they have been giving him, but it wasn’t fair for them to do all the things he was supposed to be doing. It wasn’t right. But he wasn’t sure of where to start.

Life goes on as it never ends

Eyes of stone observe the trends

They never say forever gaze, if only

His life ironically was a copy paste of the character he played a while ago for a stage play his friend Enda Walsh had adapted from the Max Porter book “Grief is a thing with feathers.” Precisely of a widower man that has two kids while the book tells how the family goes through the grief over loosing his wife and there’s a crow that also takes part of the story.

For example, he had locked in himself. Not sharing with anyone his feelings, fears, let alone his pain. He tried to stay strong and on one piece just for his sons, but honestly, he wasn’t sure of how long he would be able to keep going like that.

He made the decision to cancel all of his projects scheduled to be able to be with his sons. But now he was starting to get desperate of not doing anything. He had a lot of free time and when you go through a loss like that, it’s the last thing you need.

He made a mental note to call his agent once he got back. Perhaps he could start having a look on a couple of projects, see what’s out there… maybe he could start with a small project or return to do the radio shows, record something, anything.

He just needed a signal, something that screamed at him that it was really the right time to go back to work, to focus on himself.

Because when his family left and his sons locked themselves in their rooms, he was left accompanied just by a suffocating loneliness that gave him the warmest welcome and welcomed him with open arms. He had already made peace with it, there was nowhere to go. Just like that, overnight he was left without his partner, the mother of his kids, without a warning, with no time to somehow prepare himself.

Part of his problem was how life slapped him in the face, he felt like he was in the middle of the ocean with nowhere to run. And he also knew he couldn’t keep living like that.

Maybe by returning to doing what he loved the most, he could get back a part of what he had lost.

Adjusting in his seat, he looked at the people that took the bus, they were looking for a place to sit. He suddenly felt a shiver running down his spine, so he rubbed on his arms. Three boys around his sons age walked to the end of the bus, a man wearing a suit and tie was talking using his Bluetooth, a girl with her nose pierced and hot pink hair sat a few rows of him. Followed by a woman with a diaper bag, another bag full of shopping and a baby in her arms.

Behind her, a woman showed up, her dark hair was styled in loose waves, she was wearing white jeans and top with a beige cardigan, but her monochromatic outfit wasn’t what impressed him, but the energy she exuded, she had a genuine kind smile on her lips while her eyes were looking for an empty spot.

He wasn’t religious, but she was the closest he had ever seen to an angel.

“Adria.” He mumbled out of breath and then, he panted.

…She was unstoppable, and she took anything she wanted, with a smile.

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Next part

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[mayonaisalspray]

whats the tea with jester and plurality. also is the toxic yaoi canon or was that for funssies and just a side thing?

AHAHAHAAH YES!!! thank you…

Putting this under the cut cause it’s going to be long. Also mentions of death, violence, childhood trauma and uh. Toxic yaoi I guess

Okay so Jester is my most fucked up oc. I really went off with torturing this guy. It’s a Zangoose who switched places with a child. He was thought of as broken by his parents, who desperately searched for a way to “bring him back to normal”. He lashed out. He got into fights at school. It fought like an animal because that’s who he wants to believe it still is. But he isn’t truly an animal anymore. Jester sees himself as a beast with a human heart, and it hates it.

It could maybe have gotten better overtime. He befriended a Leafeon that he was able to communicate with. He got older and started exploring spaces with fairly likeminded people online. If only his parents desperate search for a solution didn’t lead them to borrow money they could never return. They paid for it! And so did their son.

Jester got to watch the people who tried to care for him die. And then, it got to watch his Leafeon friend die! With one less eye! Because I wanted him to have the same scars as a Zangoose. As another fun reminder

Jester doesn’t have the words to describe it, but that night it developed headmates. It thinks of them as “The Spirit Of Man” and “The Spirit Of Beast”. The Spirit Of Man is a young child, and looks very similar to how Jester physically looked when it first became human. He’s cautious, wary of many things, but also wants them all to move on from the past. She hates that Jester insists on his violent form of justice. The Spirit Of Beast is, you probably guessed it, a Zangoose. It is cunning, observant, but fairly gullible. It doesn’t understand why Jester does what it does. Jester is supposed to be an animal, yes? Wounded animals shouldn’t put themselves in danger like he does.

Jester has been trying to ignore them for years. It thinks they are those “intrusive thoughts” that people talk about (though he does also have those). Neither of them have been able to convince him to stop his “Seviper Hunt”, but as long as what Jester is doing isn’t related to that he might listen. Most nights they try to interfere in small ways. The Spirit Of Beast tries to remind Jester that their body is fragile, and forces him to take care of it. The Spirit Of Man tries to remind Jester that there is no reason to struggle like he does, and she convinces him to look for help.

Though of the three, only Jester is able to front. There have been days where due to frustration it has wanted to step away from the controls and let someone else figure out what to do. Both Spirit Of Man and Beast have tried to front on these days (and others of course) but neither have been able to.

Okay so about Poison Point (Jester and Tetra ship name) uh. So. It is technically canon? Not in the same universe that both their blogs played out on but in like. Their canon oc storyline. Does that make sense? I hope it does

It really just came about because I was listening to a song (I don’t remember what song sadly) and I got thinking about both of them and realized they would be SO terrible for each other. Neither of them have been in a relationship. They’re both obsessed with something to the point of madness and nothing else matters. They can both use each other to further their goal. They’re both spiteful and angry and violent and very often covered in blood and the suffering one brings fuels the life of the other. I think they should have gay sex by sitting fully clothed in a room playing mind games with each other

Anyways I like these two so much I’m destroying my entire art fight account this year so that they (and my fursona lol) are the only things there. Which means I will be drawing and talking about them more. Which is fun for me and I think me only. I need to draw them as Mesmerizer soooo bad holy shit

[stargazer-sims]

15 OC Questions!

I was tagged by the lovely @rebelangelsims (twice! But I'll happily do two of these!) I love this type of ask, where the character gets to answer the questions in their own words. It's a great way to improve (or create) narrative voice, and I love the challenge of making it sound convincing, as if the character really is answering it themselves.

Victor Okamoto-Nelson

Are you named after anyone?

Actually, yeah. I’m named after my mom. Her real first name is Victoria, which a lot of people don’t know because she’s always gone by her middle name, Grace. Anyway, if I’d been a girl, I would’ve been Victoria too, but I turned out to be a boy, so I’m Victor instead.

I'm also named after my dad, Thomas Edward Nelson. Thomas and Edward are my two middle names. I lost my dad when I was six, and it’s always meant a lot to me that I have his names because it's like I'm carrying a part of him with me no matter where I go.

When was the last time you cried?

Oh. Uhh… yesterday? I cry pretty easily, and it doesn’t take much. Yuri, my husband, likes to joke that I cry for everything, and he’s kinda not wrong. I mean, it’s not always full-on sobbing. In fact, it’s mostly not, but getting teary-eyed is still technically crying, so… yeah. I guess I’m soft, or I’m not very good at masking my emotions, or something.

Do you have kids?

No. Yuri and I don’t want any. We’re enough for each other.

Do you use sarcasm?

Not really? I think you have to be smarter than I am to use it effectively. Plus, sometimes it’s just confusing. And also, it sometimes feels kind of mean to answer people with sarcasm.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their physical condition. Like, if they look healthy or not, whether they’re fit or not and if they’re moving and talking and breathing comfortably. I know that’s probably weird, but it’s something I really pay attention to.

What’s your eye colour?

Blue. They're almost the exact same shade as my mom's. Someone once described them as 'oceanic blue' and even though I've seen the ocean before, I never really saw why that person made that comparison until I visited Sulani for the first time. Mine and my mom's eyes aren't just oceanic blue. They're Sulani ocean blue.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I don’t like movies that are seriously, intentionally meant to scare people. I enjoy some of the more campy horror movies, but I don’t want to see anything that’s gonna give me nightmares. Yuri also doesn’t like scary movies, so I never have to worry about sitting through one for him either. We both prefer happy endings, or at least endings where most — or even better, all — of the characters are still alive.

Any special talents?

I don't think so? I'm super awesome at snowboarding, but I don't think that's what you're asking. Yuri says I give really good massages. Is that a special talent?

Where were you born?

Willow Creek

What are your hobbies?

Snowboarding? Oh, you mean other than my obsession, right? I love cooking and baking. Is that a hobby? I like fishing, gardening and playing video games. Dog training is probably a hobby, right? I really enjoy working with the dogs.

Have you any pets?

Yes, we have two dogs. Rosie is a smooth-coated chihuahua, and Sango is a Pomeranian. When we move to our new house, Yuri wants to have chickens and maybe a cat.

What sports do you play/have played?

All the sports! Seriously, I haven't yet found a sport that I'm not good at. I love all kinds of sports and I've played a lot of different ones. My favourites are soccer, swimming, and of course snowboarding. Not to brag or anything, but I'm a world-class competitive snowboarder. Like, I mean... shredding is life. If I couldn't be on the mountain, I think I'd be super depressed, because that's one of the things that makes me feel most alive.

How tall are you?

187cm

Favourite subject in school?

Physical Education. I wasn't really that great in any academic subjects, but I liked P.E. a lot and I also liked Home Economics.

Dream job?

This is a hard one, because I think I have more than one option for my dream job. Like, my current job as a wellness coach and personal trainer is amazing. I love helping people reach their health and wellness goals. and I'm really happy doing this. But, even when I was in college, doing my diploma program in Health and Wellness Management, I was still thinking about my future career. I thought I'd like to be either a physical therapist or a nurse. These days, I'm leaning more towards licensed practical nursing, and maybe specializing in home health care. I think I'd be good at that.

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I'll tag: @holocene-sims @theageofsims @ljfoxie @cawthorntales @dandylion240 (I know you've already done this) and @blithesomebawcock

Feel free to ignore this if you've already done it or don't want to. <3

[multiversxwhore]

a/n:*asmr whisper* hello…you, did you think this story would continue, well honestly neither did I. Looks like we both are magnetically pulled towards dark twisted shit. Congratulations, you’re a psycho, welcome to the club. I can only hope that I keep your interest for as long as I decide to keep this fic going, because obviously I’m an attention whore. Do not share my content outside of tumblr, do not repost my content as if iota yours. If you do…I will find you. Also as a simple reminder, my stories aren’t for minors, this is 18+ content. One more thing, SZA is the ‘actor’ or ‘face’ for my oc as Black fem original characters are sort of my thing, if you’ve been around long enough you already know that. If you’re a person who doesn’t know who SZA is…google her she’s lovely.

Word count: 1k

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Shadows that fallow you home pt.1⬅️

Pt.2

When I woke up at 6 am Monday morning, I did not think that when I showed up to work today I would be falling in love. Tucked away in the untouched corner of the classic section is where I find you, your eyes eating the pages, and I’m sure you’re not even breathing.

Edgar Allen Poe, what an interesting choice, a popular one, yet interesting nonetheless. I’m not judging you at all.

“That’s a good choice, Edgar Allen Poe, and a classic.” My hands clasped each other in front of me as I came to a stop in front of you; I didn't have a good reason for actually engaging in conversation with you. I guess I was curious, most customers don’t ever take their time to read anything before buying. But not you, you want to know what you’re investing that eleven dollars and twenty-five cents in. I don’t blame you, books can be expensive, and the last thing you want is to spend your Uber money on an eight hundred page piece of trash.

“I plan on buying this, just wanted to read a few pages first. I usually read Black authors; Toni Morrison, James Baldwin… they’re my go to reads, but I thought I’d try something new. I’ve been also going through a dramatic goth fade as well so there’s that.” You rambled, my eye caught the way your fingers were still gripping the hardcover, three more books are tucked away under your arm.

You didn’t plan on splurging did you? But turns out, you could spare an extra 30 dollars to your book hungry cause. It’s not like New York is expensive, or like you probably have to buy groceries.

“I hope so, I’d hate to have to chase you down for stealing Ms…” Please tell me your name so I won’t have to keep referring to you as ‘pretty bookstore customer lady’ in my head. You giggled pushing yourself off the wall, you offered me your hand to shake it. It was more than I could have asked for, your smile bright, and wide. Though your confidence is sky high, you still had an awkward twinge to you; as if you don't do this often, but you were taking a giant leap today for some unknown reason.

“I’m Morgan, and no I’m not here to steal, at least not today.” Her hand gently gripped mine, the daintiness of her hands are such a contrast to mine. Working with books constantly dries your skin, and no matter how much you moisturize before work, by the end of the day the pages have absorbed it all.

“Oh thank goodness you’re not here to rob me, even though you’re all of what? Like five feet tall.” Unexpectedly Morgan burst out into laughter, her hand coming up to cover her mouth, and as she tilted her head back I got a glimpse of the crystal necklace hugging your neck. Okay so three things I know about you so far: you like poetry, your name is Morgan, and you like unearthed rocks.

She rolled her big pretty brown eyes playfully, both of us lingered for a moment not really sure how to segway into the next thing. It’s so…weird, standing here with a complete stranger, but it felt like I’ve known her before. Like I should know what to say to her, on the surface one would think I flirt with women often, but no I just happen to get lucky today. Right?

“And your name is?” She rocked on her toes a little, Morgan’s nails lightly dragged over the bumpy bubble letters on the cover of the book which she held upside down. Duh dumb ass, you didn’t tell her your name.

“Michael—

“Like the archangel.” She blurted out, her eyes lit up with excitement as if she finally had been waiting to share this information. Well guess who just got much more interesting.

“Sorry, it just kind of came out, um like the first thing that popped into my head.” Morgan was starting to ramble again, any normal person would be annoyed by that, but I found this adorable. Her physical looks would confuse the hell out of me if I wasn’t a well rounded man, she’s gorgeous like a model, but by no means conceited. One could assume she’s miss popular, but here she was alone in a bookstore almost like she’s hiding from the rest of the world.

“So you know about archangels? Because I’m intrigued now.” Folding my arms I lean against a tall concrete column that went all the way up to the ceiling. She looked like I just caught her in an act, maybe it was, maybe she’s a lot smarter than she’s putting on. Playing dumb as a means of protection, she’d prefer to be played for weak. It’s kind of manipulative if you think about it, it’s also a dangerous game to play with most men.

“Uh well you know, I just read somewhere that Micheal was a powerful archangel. I think like a war Angel or something.” She shrugged her shoulders, her eyes swept the floor, then they landed back on mine. The bottom of her lip pulled between her teeth, she had closed the book, and now held it in her small hands.

“That he was, Saint Micheal is a spiritual warrior in the battle of good versus evil. All in all, he’s a protector.”

But you knew that already didn’t you?

“You know more than I do, would you consider yourself a protector?” Her tone innocent, child-like, she tilted her head to the side, taking on the characteristics of a puppy. Her eyes saying ‘teach me’ regardless of the fact of her knowing the answers.

“I would say so, I’m the oldest boy of four younger sisters, and a single mother. Women are precious, and though you all can, and will do extraordinary things, you should be cherished. Worshiped.” The tip of my tongue swiped across my lips to wet them, her eyes followed the moment before looking back up to me.

“Is that what you are? A worshiper?” Morgan tossed one leg in front of the other leaning forward, again with her playfulness.

You are playing with fire Morgan, remember what happened to Icarus.

“Because I am a worshiper, is why I’m so blessed.” We both stared into each other, then that déjà vu crept up on me again. I feel stunned looking in your eyes for this long, I’d this your doing Morgan? Are you holding me here?

After a moment she lets out a breath. “Is that what you tell all women?” She asked softly, I don’t blame her, a man like me is always too good to be true. Now I feel like I had to prove her wrong.

“Just the ones that read Edgar Allen Poe in the bookstore, and fold the corners of the pages because they’re too lazy to buy a bookmark.” Instantly she burst out into a fit of giggles again, I was becoming drunk with ego. Uh oh, that’s twice you’ve laughed at my jokes now, is this going to be our thing? Banter? Is this how we bond? Over books? Or is it possible we have more than that in common?

“Alright, that’s all the bullying I can take.”

“If you’d like to actually buy these, I can ring you up.” I kindly offer, wordlessly she agrees nodding her head, and I step to the side gesturing for her to go first.

“Ladies first.”

Morgan dropped down into a half awkward curtsy, as she walked past me I was hit with the smell of fresh roses, but it had a twinge of sweetness like fresh fruit. Maybe, raspberry? Either way, it smelled amazing, and now I was hooked. By the time we made it to the register she seemed to have become less bubbly than before. When I turned to look at her from behind the counter her lips automatically turned upward, but the smile was forced, and it didn’t meet her eyes. What in the world changed in just four minutes?

“It’s a lovely day outside, the sun's shining, any plans?” I scan the books slowly, one by one, then I paused my movements, anything to stall for time.

“Oh well you know, the typical girls night, nothing crazy. My friends and I are supposed to be getting our nails done together.”She shrugged, her tone suggested that she was excited, but her face did not match. Why force herself to socialize for the sake of others?

“Sounds fun…” I was scanning the last book, it was rude to keep her any longer wasn't it? Slowly I hit the register, right as I was going to say something her phone rang.

“Brian, what a lovely surprise.” Brian, who the hell is that? A best friend, a brother…god no, please not a boyfriend.

“Haha, no, I’m buying books….shut up I am not.” Her laughter reminded me of wind chimes, I can only hear one end of the conversation, but by the way she bit her lip I could only imagine what he was saying to her on the other end. Seriously Morgan, it was literally only 2 minutes ago I had you damn near squealing, and now this guy is just as funny to you?

“Here ya go, the receipt is in the bag.” I wanted to end this suffering as quickly as possible. How cruel of you to talk to your boyfriend on the phone right in front of me after you basically jerked me off by the classic section.

“Thank you, see ya around Micheal.” She sweetly smiled at me, then out the door, and onto the New York streets she went.

“What an interesting day indeed.” I sigh to myself, the rest of the day goes by in a blur, the only thing I could be bothered to think about was the scent of her perfume, and the way I will never have this encounter again. Or so I thought.

[p-artsypants]

Paint it Black (9) Changing

Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City's crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a relation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself? Actually, contains NO OC.

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The door to the ops room swooshed open, and they all turned to look.

Black stood in the doorway, wearing another crudely made mask. “Hey guys, guess who I am?!” 

“Robin?” 

“Wow, yeah!” He took the mask off and looked at it. “Did I do that good of a job?” 

Starfire made steps towards him, the first few heavy, like she was carrying the weight of the world. “Robin…” Her steps became lighter and faster. “ROBIN!” She cried and flew the last few feet to collide with him in a hug, bringing him off the floor and spinning him around.

He held onto her by instinct, but looked to the others, confused. “Did I do something?”

“Robin, it is I! Starfire!” She cried, looking him in the face. “Do you not remember me?”

“I…know who you are,” he blinked a few times. “Were we not just doing crafts a few minutes ago?” 

“Star, he’s not going to regain his memories just because we know who he is.” 

“But! But you must remember me! You told me when we first reunited that I reminded you of someone you used to know, and that is I! I remind you of myself! Please, Robin! Think of all the times we watched the sunsets and the sunrises on the rooftop! And when we raced into battle together, and I flew you in! Or all the times you saved me and likewise I saved you!” She rubbed her hand over her eyes. “You taught me so much about Earth! I learned English from you! Please remember Robin! Please, I am desperate!” 

He gave a hapless shrug. “Sorry, I think you're cool and all, but I just met you like a month ago.” He smirked and waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe a smooch will jog my memories?” 

“Black!” Raven scolded. “Not appropriate!” 

He pouted. 

Starfire stood in front of him, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks. She reached up and held his face. 

He gave her a polite but vacant smile. 

She reached with one hand and covered his eyes, then with the other, she covered the scar on his cheek with her thumb.

It became obvious then. 

Starfire collapsed on him, wailing. 

Black stood frozen as she had her meltdown, but eventually decided to hug her back. Hearing her sorrow stirred up inside of him that made him nauseous. “Please don’t cry, Starfire,” he asked. 

“Even your voice is different,” she sobbed. “But I can hear you when you are being serious.” 

Black didn’t understand what she meant by that. But threw a look over to the other Titans that said ‘help’. 

Each of them decided it was best to just leave Starfire alone. She deserved to be able to hug him, and it was probably good for him. 

Gizmo had been quietly observing everything, before he spoke up. “You’re telling me this barf brain is Robin? No way!” 

“I agree with Mr. Magoo,” Black said. 

“Hey!” 

“You all believe that I’m Robin? THE Robin? The guy you all have been looking for?” 

“All evidence points to it,” Raven said. 

Black stuck his pinky in his ear. “Nah. I don’t really see it.” He avoided eye contact with them. 

“It doesn’t really matter if you believe it yet, but it is the truth.” 

He scrunched up his lips. “Can I say something and you guys not get mad at me? Because you were so nice to let me into your house and be my friend and give me undies even though they didn’t have Spiderman on them—” 

Starfire rested her hands over his. “Please, what is on your mind?” 

“I think you guys just want me to be Robin because it’s convenient. I don’t have my memories, and I might look a little like him…”

“Black,” Raven said sternly. “We know. We have proof now. I know you’ve mentioned that you don’t like the person you were before. We’re going to get to the bottom of this. What happened to you. You want to be Robin. He’s the best person we know.” 

Cyborg walked over to Gizmo and handed something over. “Thanks for your services. Now, we have work to do, so why don’t you see yourself out?” 

“Wow! 100 bucks!” He gave him a questioning look. “That’s more than a couple pizzas.”

“You did us a huge favor.” 

Gizmo smiled as he tucked the money away. “Alright! Easiest money I ever made! Later Butt Brains! Later Crazy Robin!” 

“Bye Cabbage Patch Kid!” Black waved.

Gizmo blew him a raspberry as he left. 

Cyborg went to the computer.

“Whatcha doing?” Beast Boy asked, only minimally interested. 

“Writing an email.” 

“To who?” Asked Black. “To Robin’s mommy?”

“...Robin doesn’t have a mother,” Raven huffed.

“But we know the next best thing,” said Cyborg, “his guardian, Batman.” 

Black barked out a laugh. “Batman? What kind of name is that?”   

“I wouldn’t laugh if I were you,” Beast Boy said. “The man is…not a joke.” 

Black rolled his eyes. 

“Cyborg has it right. If anyone can crack this nut, it would be Batman,” said Raven. 

“If anything, I’m a legume.” 

“If you wouldn’t mind, I would like to try and read your mind again. I can try to tap into the memories that are painful for you. Then you wouldn’t have to remember them yourself.” 

“But Raven,” Starfire lamented. “Have you not tried this twice before?” 

“Third time's the charm. If I can get him calm and focused enough, then we might have a chance.” 

Black sighed exaggeratedly. “Fine. What do you want me to do?” 

“Come over here,” she commanded, leading him up to the ledge by the window. 

Starfire followed quietly, while Beast Boy just watched from the couch. 

“Sit like I do.” Raven crossed her legs, and rested her hands on her knees. 

Starfire mimicked the action next to her. 

Black, facing them, took the position and frowned. “Mmmm, this isn’t comfortable. Can I do this instead?” He took off his shoes and bent his legs so that his toes were basically touching his hips, the lotus position. 

“That’s more comfortable?!” Beast Boy squawked. 

“If you find it more comfortable, then that’s fine. Now, repeat after us…Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos…” 

“Azar…Aziz…Azerum…Methodone…Mentos.” 

Raven opened one unamused eye. 

“Sorry, can you repeat that?” 

“No. Why don’t you pick three words that mean something to you? Three things to focus on.” 

“Can I pick four?” 

“I don’t see why not.” 

“Okay.” He placed his hands on the floor and pushed up, bringing his legs off the ground. He flipped upside down, almost doing a handstand, but used his forearms instead of his hands. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Then he started chanting, “Starfire…Beast Boy…Raven…Cyborg…Starfire…Beast Boy…Raven…Cyborg…” 

Silently, everyone just stared at him, gobstruck, and a bit flattered. 

Raven focused on that feeling as she closed her own eyes and whispered, “Azarath…Metrion…Zinthos…” 

She made contact. The first time since meeting ‘Black’, she was able to touch his mind. 

Robin’s mind had been a place she had visited once, when Slade haunted him in the dark. Then, his memories had been in flashes and she hadn’t had time to dwell on them, but she saw them clearly. 

These images were different. Fuzzy, muffled, forcibly suppressed. They were almost indiscernible from the whiteness that surrounded her. 

“Robin!” She called. 

Her voice echoed in the empty space. 

She pushed further, deeper, probing for anything to help. There were a few, just a handful of memories she could comprehend, but it wasn’t worth it. The visions from the tapes had only been the tip of the iceberg. 

She saw that other boy, that Justin Krieger, holding a knife up in the light of a stark lightbulb. A flash, and he was on the ground and blood was everywhere. She could physically feel the pain he felt in his face. And just as she found the memory, it slipped away. Nothing was concrete in this place. 

Maybe Robin wouldn’t respond to his superhero name. Maybe it was too painful? She called out again, “Richard Grayson!” 

She heard footsteps. A quiet tap tap tap of little feet. 

“Richard!” She called again. 

“Raven?!” A young voice called back. 

“Yes, it’s me!” 

“RAVEN!” His scream was heartbreaking. Running through the blank whiteness like it was fog, a young boy, maybe 8 years old, appeared. He ran right to her and hugged her, crying into her stomach. 

“Robin?”

“I wanna go home!” He cried. 

“We want you to come home.” She had a sense of Deja Vu then, of when Robin came for her, at the end of the world. When she was helpless. He had hope for her then, so she would have hope for him now. No matter how annoying this new persona was, no matter how long it took, she’d get him back. 

“I’m scared! I don’t like it here!” 

“Robin, listen to me,” she said very seriously, kneeling to look into his eyes. “This place is your mind. It belongs to you. You own it.” 

He shook his head as he wiped his eyes. “You don’t understand! They did something…they gave me something!” 

“What? And who?!” 

Before he could answer, he disappeared from her arms. Vanishing like a vapor. 

“Richard! Robin, please come back!” 

The whiteness she was surrounded by suddenly turned black and all the memories around her turned crystal clear. Horrible things, worse than she feared, circled around her. Once upon a time, she had imagined only Trigon capable of such horrors. Oh how wrong she was. 

A hideous face, disfigured, and covered in makeup appeared in front of her. 

“Now, which one of you are we dealing with today?” He held up a syringe filled with a green liquid.  

Raven was forcibly shoved out of Robin’s mind and physically fell out of the air. 

“Raven?” Starfire asked. 

Raven felt sick. She staggered on wobbly legs to the trash can and vomited. 

Black remained in his pose. 

“Well…?” Beast Boy asked softly, “what did you see?” 

Raven rested her head on the counter, weak, dizzy, reeling. “I saw Robin.” 

Starfire gasped. “He is in there?” 

“Yeah. Faintly. Everything is a haze for him. He…” She sighed, trying to figure out how to explain it. “I saw him as a little boy. I don’t know if that’s how he views himself, or how I perceived the small fragment of him left.” 

As the Titans were focused on Raven, they didn’t notice Black roll forward back onto his feet. He silently put his shoes back on. Then, he jumped down from the ledge and started heading towards Raven. 

“Ah! Black! Did the mind reading help?” Starfire asked, hopeful. 

He ignored her, and went straight up to Raven. His face tilted down so that his eyes were partially obscured. He grabbed a fistful of her cape by the collar and yanked her close. 

Raven startled for a moment by the action. 

“Stay. Out. Of. My. Head.” He bit. He shoved her back, and shouldered past her into the hall.   

Starfire rested a hand on Raven’s shoulder. “Do not be despaired by his words. He does not truly mean it.” 

But Raven didn’t seem to dwell on it. Instead, she called back, “Cyborg, when you’ve finished with that email, could you perform a blood test on Robin?” 

“For what?” 

“Everything.” 

—

Batman, 

We found Robin. He’s extremely sick in the head and has amnesia. We originally met him about a month ago, each of us on separate patrols. He has a large scar on his face, and doesn’t wear a mask, whereas we had never seen him without a mask. We didn’t recognize him. He’s been playing vigilante with petty criminals, and goes by the name ‘Black’. 

We received a SD card from a man named ‘Jim Baker’, who we still have not identified. On the card were a series of videos recorded by Robin from wherever he was held the last few months. He hid a secret message to us, but Beast Boy figured it out. He would sing songs from the band Radiohead, and when identified, the song titles read out a message. Through this, we were able to determine that ‘Black’ was truly Robin. 

I have attached the videos, and Beast Boy’s notes on the message. We want you to know that the videos are very disturbing and painful to watch. 

The first message Robin left us were directions to his notes on his case. He was volunteering at the Jump City hospital as ‘Richard Grayson’. We assume that is his real name, though he never told us. There was a program at the hospital called ‘Project: Duality’ that was supposed to treat mental patients from low income homes. It seemed like not only did Robin find it suspicious, but so did a parent of a hopeful candidate. He applied to the program to go undercover, and that’s where he went missing. 

I’ve also attached all the documents we found.

In summary, Dr. Jack White was leading the program for his private mental hospital. All the candidates were orphans, and therefore wouldn’t be missed when he inevitably kidnapped them in the middle of night and disappeared without a trace. Dr. Jack White does not exist, and neither does his hospital. Our trail has run cold here. 

Robin, or Black as he prefers, is difficult, stubborn, and prone to flights of fancy. He’s easily distracted, and seems to be working very hard to suppress all of his memories up until about a month ago. He has moments of kindness and interest in friendship, and he trusts us enough to stay in the tower. 

We are watching over him now, but I’m not sure what can be done. 

I must also mention he has an opioid addiction, and we’re working on waning him off. 

Eager to hear what you think, 

Cyborg

—

Starfire knocked on his door. “Robin?” 

He didn’t answer. 

“Black?” 

He sobbed. 

Starfire took the initiative to open his door. 

Black laid on his bed, face down. He had his shirt off, and that gnarly tattoo still made her sick. 

“Cyborg wishes to perform a blood test on you,” she said simply. “Will you come with me?” 

He weakly pushed up onto his arms. “Do you hate me?” He asked, quietly. 

She reeled back, offended at the notion. “No. Why would you say such a thing?” 

“Because I’m not Robin, and you want me to be. And I don’t want to be.” 

“It is…heartbreaking to hear you do not wish to be your normal self. But I do not hate you for it.” 

He frowned, his mouth shifting. It was like she had completely ignored the fact he said he wasn’t Robin. 

She wrapped her hands around his arm and tugged lightly. “Come, we will have the blood test performed. When it shows that you are Robin, will you believe us?” 

He scoffed. “Do I have a choice?” 

She smiled and tugged him down the hall. 

In the med bay, Black sat on the bed obediently, but his head lolled to one side. 

“Alright, we just need a little blood draw,” Cyborg pulled up a stool and tray in front of him. 

Black saw the vials and IV needles and recoiled harshly. “No!” 

“Hey hey,” Cyborg grabbed his arm. “I’m not going to hurt you. Just a little prick.” 

Black turned almost completely away from him, and attempted to lay down on the bed. “Can’t you just like…magic it out of me?”

“It doesn’t work like that,” Raven said with sympathy. “It won’t hurt.” 

“I can’t look…”

“Okay, then don’t look.” Cyborg cleaned his arm with an alcohol swab and Black jolted his arm at the cold touch. “This is just to clean it.” 

“I hate needles. I hate hate hate them!” Black was near tears.

“I know,” said Raven. “Because needles mean pain and burning.” 

Black only nodded against the sheets. 

Starfire took his other hand. “Perhaps you should think the most happy thoughts! You could think of kittens, or perhaps pizza, or maybe—”

“The first time I met all of you.” 

Cyborg pricked him while Starfire distracted him. 

“Yeah…” Beast Boy tried to help. “Remember when you grabbed me when I was a cat? You were hanging upside down on a fire escape and you scared the pants off me!” 

Raven added, “I remember catching you covering graffiti down by the shipyard. I was proud of you for that.” 

“All done,” Cyborg said, putting a bandaid on Black’s arm. 

“Oh thank God!” Black wept, holding his arm to his chest. 

“Let’s get this into the computer,” Cyborg took the sample and headed to the next room. 

Black just laid on the bed, rather lethargic. In the time they had known this new persona, Black wasn’t prone to sitting still. But he just lay there, tapping his hands on the mattress. 

“Got a match,” said Cyborg, with a sigh. “DNA confirms it. This is Robin.” 

Black let out a low, long moan. 

“And?” Raven pressed. 

“And, he’s positive for a dozen or so toxins. Not just trace amounts either. He’s doped up on a bunch of junk. Junk that should have moved out of his system by now or killed him.” 

“Junk like what?” Asked Beast Boy. 

“Sulfuric Acid, glycol, acetone, toluene, ammonia, and benzene.”  

“Am I supposed to know what those are?” 

“Acid, for one thing, antifreeze, paint thinners, drain cleaner, and benzene is used in lethal injections to kill people.”

Beast Boy swallowed thickly. “...and Robin has all that in his body?” 

“Yeah. Remember that video we saw where his veins were visible?” 

“Or the one where the boy puked up blood and died?” Raven growled.  

“I’d have to do a little research, but I’m sure a cocktail of all that would cause major brain damage to a person.” 

Starfire pet Black’s hair with a heavy heart. “Can he…be cured? Is there an antidote?” 

Cyborg shrugged. “I couldn’t say at this point.” Before he could elaborate further, his arm rang. “Oh, Batman’s calling.” 

Black scoffed and sat up, pulling his legs up to lean on them. 

Cyborg answered the call on the monitor in the med room. 

“Cyborg,” Batman greeted just as cool as normal. His eyes narrowed. “That him?” 

“Yes sir,” Cyborg clapped a hand on Black’s back. “He seems pretty adamant that he isn’t Robin, though.” 

Batman just looked at Black, narrowing his eyes, scrutinizing him. Finally, he asked, “Dick?”

Black frowned. Then he grabbed his crotch. “Yeah, I think so.” 

Beast Boy snorted. 

“Your name.” 

“My name is Black, but you can call me—” 

“Richard. Your name is Richard John Grayson.” 

“And who are you? The Bunny Man?”

The Titans all held their breath, waiting for Batman’s reaction. He wasn’t known for his sense of humor. 

“I’m Batman.” 

“Then why do you have long ears like a bunny?” 

“Bats have big, long ears too,” he said it so calmly, it was awe inspiring.

“Or you could be a cat,” said Black, bobbing his head dumbly. “They have pointy ears.” 

“They do,” Batman agreed. “Cyborg, I haven’t watched the videos or read the documents yet, but I wanted to call you. I would like to come and work with Robin, see if I can get him to remember anything. It will take me a few days to get over there, as I have to do some clean up here in Gotham.” 

“Did something spill, Mr. Batman?” Starfire asked, innocently.

“Yes, Arkham Asylum. Several of my worst foes are missing, and I want to try to get some leads before I leave.” 

“You don’t have to come,” said Black. “I’m perfectly content not changing anything about myself.” 

The team ignored him. “Batman, I just performed a blood test on him. It turns out he’s got a cocktail of poison in his system.” 

Batman frowned harder. “Send me those results.” 

“Yes sir.” 

“We’ll be there in a few days. In the meantime, I’m going to send an order to your branch of Wayne Enterprises for medical supplies. Rob––Black, please be honest with us. What is your opioid consumption like? How much? What kind?” 

Black tilted his head and thought. “Hmm, I usually did Fentanyl, since that’s what everyone on the street was dealing. When I beat them up, I’d take their stash.” 

Cyborg shook his head, remembering the first time he met Black. 

“I tried doing cocaine for a little bit, because that’s what I had on hand. Woof, that was a bad idea! I still feel bad for that duck pond.” 

“How. Much.” Batman pressed. 

“Uh…not too much. I know it’s lethal. I crushed up some tums to mix in with it. So when I feel the ‘not goods’, I’d lick my finger and dip it into the baggy and rub it on my gums. When the bag was close to empty, I’d snort it.” 

“I’m going to cry,” said Beast Boy. 

“Alright, Cyborg, I’m going to order some low dose tablets. I want you to monitor his activity. When he starts asking for the medicine, give him one. Don’t exceed more than two a day, and try to get him taking them at the same time everyday. We want to regulate him. Don’t wean him off just yet.”

Raven was the only one who saw Black heave a sigh of relief.    

“Uh, sir?” Beast Boy squeaked. “You said ‘we’ are coming. Who is ‘we’?” 

Batman huffed. Not in annoyance, but rather resolute in his decision. “I’m bringing my butler along.” 

“Dude, Batman has a butler?” Beast Boy nudged Cyborg. 

“Yes, I do.” Batman snipped. “Alfred has been with my family since I was a child. He raised me, and he helped me raise Robin. He’ll be an important asset in his recovery.” 

“Robin’s got a Peepaw?” Black asked. 

“If that’s your way of asking if Robin has a grandfather then yes, basically.” 

The four sane Titans felt slightly embarrassed on Robin’s behalf. 

“We’ll see you all soon. Take care.” And Batman ended the call. 

“He seems like a nice lad,” said Black, a dopey smile on his face.