#Two Very Normal Top Students Who Are Very Good Friends. Definitely

[jichanxo]

okay i know they went to university basically never because plot, but i'm forever amused by the idea of strangers seeing these two together and being baffled/wildly wrong about them

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere academic rival who really, really wishes he could just get you out of the way.

Dead dove Do Not Eat! MDNI ! NSFW !

Tw. Dubcon/Noncon, bullying, academic pressures, blackmail, oral sex, explicit photos, mentions of baby trapping, yandere, stalking, forced relationship, AFAB reader

Elias had a certain level of respect for you.

You both attended a prestigious university crammed full of students vying to make connections and nab a cushy position for themselves in the future, and while it was easy for him to be on top of the social and academic scenes, he knew you had to work a bit harder. He came from a very wealthy household, one where needing something was merely a concept and not something he ever actually encountered. You, on the other hand, definitely come from a lesser background than him and his circle. Your scholarship and just above the average academics seemed to have pushed you into a good spot to be hoisted into the same realm as him.

But he didn't really think of you much at first.

You were some nameless face that wasn't really worthy of being around him. Maybe he would catch glimpses of your hair, or someone woud mention you in passing and he'd pretend to be intruiged.

It was really when you started to be compared to him of all people that he started to really pay attention.

You were smart, cunning, and ruthless when it came to your assignments. Just like him. Normally he worked overtime, paid industry professionals to help review his papers, his study materials and poured blood sweat and tears into his academics. And yet you somehow managed to be on his level with less than half the resources. It drove him up a wall because if you were nearly as good as him now, then what could you be like if you had the chance?

Elias was like a man obsessed after your sudden, explosive rise in the minds of professors and lecturers alike. He spent hours studying, shirking his friends and other responsibilities just to make sure he was still better than you, to keep you in your place.

He started to focus in more on your personal life, too.

Where on earth did you come from? He's half convinced that you were genetically designed in a lab to piss him off. But the more he glares at the back of your head when you're not looking, the more he's transfixed. You're like a black hole, or some kind of other abyss like metaphor. Fuck, you had him writing poetry in his head. He hated poetry. He hated you. Or at least, he would really like to hate you, but he couldn't. You had the same amount of drive as him, maybe even a little more. No matter what he did, he was forced to acknowledge you, forced to be aware of every twitch of your hand or every flutter of your eyelids. To him, you were something that demanded attention, even if it was taken from him through gritted teeth.

The only reprieve from his spiraling was the fact that you felt the same way about him. He liked to imagine that you were just as obsessed with him, sitting there in the late hours of the night writing down equations with him as your sole motivator.

But then he finds out that he's not even occupying your mind, and he loses his shit.

"Oh Elias? Yeah I guess he's fine. Huh? Rivals? What the- no way I just want good grades. He has nothing to do with it haha."

You just said it in passing when someone teased you about it, and he knew that he shouldn't linger on your words for too long. If anything, it should make him feel better. You had nothing against him, so it meant everything was fine, right? Wrong. It was so wrong.

Elias was seething, nearly throwing a tantrum. How could you not even think about him. Him! You were some piddling, pathetic excuse for a human being, and you had the audacity to not even regard him when he spent nearly every waking moment thinking about you.

He was fine just watching you from the corner of his eye. He was fine knowing that on some level, the two of you had a respectable if not distant relationship. Just because in some aspect, he wanted a piece of you all to himself. And if you weren't going to let him just have a little bit of your life, your passion, your drive, he would just take all of you instead.

He follows you into the library late one night. You're sitting there, glowing in the warmth of the nearest lamp while your pen makes soft scratching noises against the paper. You look pretty. You've always looked pretty to him. You don't notice him as he approaches, and he feels any vestiges of doubt or restraint float away. Even now, as he loomed over you, you didn't even spare him a glance.

The library was empty. He made sure it was so before hand, and he's glad he did. The quite air was shattered by the sound of him shoving you over the priceless lacquered wood desk. Your eyes go wide as you take him in, and his hands fly up to your throat.

"Augh! What are you-?"

"Shut up." He hisses and narrows his gaze. Your pulse is racing underneath his fingers, and he has half a mind not to crush your windpipe into oblivion so that he can be the last one to feel it. "You have no idea," He mutters and leans in close. Your frightened breath ghosts over his skin, and he shudders. Now that he thinks about it, this is the first time he's ever been so close to you. It feels so right. He never wants to be away from you again. Not when you look so damn alluring with tears rolling down your cheeks and your clothes rumpled on the floor by his feet.

He wants you like this always, with your twitching cunt stuffed full of his fingers and your cries filling his ears. Soft, wet squelching noises met each of his ministrations, and a cruel, wonder filled grin spread across his face.

"You have no idea how much you've driven me wild," He laughs. It's a sharp sound that grates on your ears. "How much you infuriate me," Each word is punctured by a thrust, by a curling motion that has you gasping and seeing stars.

If this is what he has to do so that you notice him, so you will just fucking care about his existence more than you would any other speck of dust on the street, then so be it.

It only gets worse from there.

Elias takes photos of you. So many. Ones of your crying face, ones of your leaking pussy, some of him shoving his dick past your puffy lips. Once the camera shuttered and they were in his hands, it was all over.

He played the role of your boyfriend after that.

There wasn't a moment where he wasn't hovering over your shoulder, whispering threats into your ears. He gets you to start doing worse in your classes and on your assignments, and for once, he's happy. He finally has your eyes on him, and if you ever try to leave him or say anything, then he'll make sure you can never show your face around here again. Don't worry, though. He's kind enough to keep it so you won't fail outright. In fact, he'll just slip some money to some of the professors so you don't have to do anything other than sit on his lap and pay attention to him while he actually works for the top spot.

Elias takes you out on fancy dates as if it's any way to soothe the sting of having your life ruined. He pays for everything and practically preens under the feeling of finally getting what he wants. He's such a brat, and he doesn't even care about hiding it when he's with you. Part of the reason why he likes you is he can be his nasty, awful and conniving self and you have no choice but to accept it. He doesn't mind if you're reluctant or stubborn. In fact, he kind of likes it because in the end, you still gave in to have a chance to graduate from a prestigious school. And plus, now you're living the high life with him! It's kind of a win win if you think about it.

He loves having you sit on your knees (a cushion underneath them of course. He wouldn't want you to ever actually get hurt) and taking his cock in your mouth while he studies. You look so cute like that, with your eyes all narrowed in mildly hidden frustration, and he loves it even more when he thrusts into your throat. You always make these little spluttering noises that just drive him wild, and he clamps his thighs around your head to keep you there.

Elias who soon becomes the university's beloved model student. He's not going to let anyone get in his way ever again, especially not after he has you to provide for now. After all, he's got plans for you. Once he manages to put a baby in you, he'll know that your future family is secured, and he's got to support all of you. There's no way he can fail now!

[delusional-day-dreamer]

Last Friday Night - p.b

‣ paige bueckers x reader!

‣ nika's version of this fic

‣ wc: 1953; sorry this is so short and lowkey not that good?

‣‣ synopsis: you and paige have kept your relationship on the dl for a while now, but what happens when your inebriated selves slip up on kk’s live? pretend the ncaa's lift on cannabis for athletes happens before the start of the 23-24 season!

‣‣‣ a/n: guys i'm so sorry for the utter lack of content but I just got back from camp and i am ready to feed y'all, i got a lot of ideas cooking up and i'm really hoping i can post a lot more while i have the time. also for the multiple versions, i genuinley couldn't choose who to write this about, so i just did both!

8:42 am

To say that you and Paige were in trouble by the events of last night was a little bit of an understatement. Both of your phones were blowing up by your respective coaches, teammates, close friends, and all of your social media accounts.

As you scrolled through your tiktok, text messages, instagram tags, and just about everything else on your phone while laying next to Paige's sleeping figure in her bed, it only reaffirmed one thing in your head.

You and Paige majorly fucked up.

12:07 am; where it all went wrong

With your volleyball season and Paige's basketball season being in their respective peaks during this time of year, you had barely gotten a chance to spend time with your girlfriend alone. The two of you were either travelling for away games, at practice, in class, hanging out with your friends or teammates, or busy studying. Needless to say, you missed Paige. A lot.

Which, combined with the weed pen you were hitting periodically, loosened your inhibitions to a whole new level inside of Ted's fairly crowded bar.

It wasn't jam-packed, but there was a decent crowd of older college students for a Friday night in October, especially since Halloween was soon to be approaching in two weeks.

Normally, you and Paige weren’t big on PDA, at most you would hold hands or give small pecks around the team, considering the fact that the two of you kept your relationship very much on the down low, not so much a secret as very private. You never denied any allegations but basically never posted together on your own, unless the two of you ended up in the background of someone else’s pictures.

Social media had a lot of speculation, edits, rumors, etc, surrounding the two of you, as you had no connection to the team as a volleyball player yet still hung out with them regularly. But either way, you and Paige always just minded your own business and kept everything very hush hush. Except for tonight.

Paige was sort of sober, she had done two shots with some of the other girls while you mostly just smoked a few times, not wanting to get super high, but just enough to let the tingly sense of giggly euphoria wash over you.

Yet one thing you failed to consider when choosing weed over alcohol for tonight was the fact that it made you incredibly horny. That, combined with the fact that you and Paige hadn’t spent any time together in the last three weeks, let alone have sex, were the leading factors of tonight.

The rest of the basketball team was spread throughout the bar, some were at a table not far from the two of you, messing around on KK's live, while others were dancing, drinking, or mingling with their other friends.

Which left you and Paige alone, squished together in the corner of the bar top. You were leaning with your back against the wall, standing in between Paige's spread legs from her position facing you atop the stool. Her hands were holding onto your bare thighs, occasionally removing her left to take a small sip of her drink before dutifully returning to your legs.

"I'm just saying P, we could definitely sneak out without anyone noticing, everyone's too busy doing their own thing," you attempted to convince your stubborn girlfriend, sweetening the notion by rubbing your hands up and down her jean-clad thighs.

As D1 athletes, it was obvious that the two of you had toned and muscular bodies, but one of Paige's features you found most attractive were her muscular thighs she built from her time in the gym and on the court, especially the way they would wrap around your head while eating her out.

"We'll leave soon baby don't worry. Besides," Paige leaned into your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I already promised I would make up the last three weeks to you tonight yeah? What's another hour ma?"

You bit your bottom lip as Paige pulled back, thudding your head on the wall behind you as your eyes trailed over the small smirk Paige held, now using her fingers to draw small circles on your thigh.

"Fuck, you're driving me crazy like this Paige," you reached your right hand over to the bar top, desperate to take another hit of your pen to ease the influx of horny thoughts running through your mind.

Before you could bring the vape up to your mouth, Paige grabbed your waist and pulled you into her, and despite her sitting position, you still only had a good two inches over her.

"You're not gonna share baby?" Her teasing eyes gleamed up at you as she licked her lips in anticipation.

You immediately knew what she meant by that, the two of you doing it all the time whenever you're smoking or vaping together (let's be frl, they're college students, it's NORMAL).

You smirked at her suggestion, leaning into her before taking a deep inhale of the weed, allowing as much of the smoke to enter your lungs as possible before using your left hand to grab Paige's jaw, pressing your open lips against hers to shotgun the smoke into her mouth.

You didn't even wait to finish exhaling all of the smoke and taking another breath before enveloping Paige's lips into yours hungrily, eagerily gripping her waist with the hand still holding the vape.

You kissed her passionately, deepening the kiss as you slipped your tongue into her mouth, the mixture of the rum and coke she was drinking earlier and the earthy taste of weed making your head spin.

You continued to make out for a few minutes, gently pulling away while tugging her bottom lip with your teeth, gazing down at her closed eyes and blissful expression.

"You finally ready to go home P?" You teased, licking your swollen lips at her finally needy expression.

"We're getting the fuck out of here, right now," she rushed out, flagging down the bartender to pay off her tab and the second she got her credit card in hand, interlocked her fingers with yours to drag you out of the bar.

Completely unbeknownst to the two of you, KK and her live had been at the table diagonal to you the whole time, and while her body covered the two of you behind her while sitting, the only shield you had quickly disappeared when she stood up, leaning over the table to steal some of Ice's food when it had been set down, completely exposing you to her two thousand viewers, who were no doubt screen-recording.

The camera clearly caught your lips against Paige's blowing smoke into her mouth before leaning in to kiss her, and despite the two of you being on screen for less than a minute, it was enough to cause an internet commotion.

KK's eyes scanned over the comments as she sat back down, blocking your frames as she shoved a few fries in her mouth. Her eyes widened at the sudden influx of comments about you and Paige, leaning in to figure out what was going on.

"I, what? There's no way y'all," she whispered to the table of Nika, Ice, Carol, and Jana. Aubrey leaned in from KK's right side, trying to figure out what had happened.

Covering the camera slightly, KK, and everyone else, turned around to witness you and Paige's little makeout session ending and the flirty whispers exchanged.

"Unfortunately tonight's live is gonna have to end here girly pops, and if you think you saw something, no you didn't!" KK exclaimed as she quickly turned off the live, the table erupting with laughter at the situation. The whole team had placed bets on how long it would take you and Paige to fumble, and half of them had just lost a hundred dollars at your shennagains.

The walk back to Paige's apartment was brief, filled with flirty touches and short pecks to tide the two of you over until you finally entered home, Paige immediately pushing you up against the front door, moving her lips down your neck and around your collarbones with gentle grazes of her teeth and soothing licks.

"P please, stop teasing," you breathed out, grasping Paige's hair tightly from her scalp with your hand, pulling her face up to yours to gaze down at her with a pleading expression.

"Aw, my poor baby," she cooed, mocking your horny desperation for her, but thankfully Paige wasn't that cruel.

She led you over to her bedroom, slamming her bedroom door behind her as she pulled your shirt over your head, unfastening the bra clipped behind your back all while reconnecting your lips as she laid you down onto the bed.

You moaned into her mouth as her long fingers bunched your skirt up by your waist, rubbing gentle circles on your clit through your panties.

Before you even had the chance to ask for more, she slid the fabric to the side, running her fingers through your slick before inserting two of her fingers, curling them up into you as you let go of her lips to throw your head back, moaning loudly at her ministrations.

"Oh my god Paige, right there baby, fuck," your leg wrapped around her waist tightly as you clenched around her fingers, bucking your hips up to match her movements. Your hands making their way around her neck and back, pressing her body firmly up against yours.

Normally you wouldn't be so close to finishing within a few minutes, but the weed from earlier created a delirious fog that clouded your brain and with the way Paige's fingers were both pressing into your g-spot and rubbing your clit, your orgasm was quickly approaching.

"Fuck I'm so close P, please just need a little more," you whimpered into her ear, moving your lips down to nip at the sweet spot under her ear.

Her other hand responded quickly to your begs, twisting and tugging firmly at your nipple as she mindlessly muttered every dirty thought that crossed her mind, knowing how deeply her praises affected you.

"Doing so good for me ma, always such a good girl. You gonna be my good girl and come for me? Just let go for me baby."

Her words were the final thing to push you over the edge, the tight coil in your stomach snapping as you immediately arched your back into Paige, an endless string of moans and curses falling from your mouth as you let your orgasm wash over you fully.

"God Paige, I don't think I can even feel my legs right now," you giggled in her embrace as she slowly eased her fingers out of you, sucking the remnants of your orgasm off them before wrapping them around your waist, laying you over her as she laid onto her back.

"Hm, fucked you that good huh?" She smirked, using her clean(ish) hand to brush the slightly sweaty strands of hair that had fallen in front of your flushed face.

"I don't know why you're getting so cocky Bueckers, haven't even had my turn with you yet," you teased, running your fingers over her stomach, tugging at the remaining fabric on her body.

"Thought you just said you can't even feel your legs?"

"Good thing I don't need them to fuck you then yeah? Don't you think my fingers and mouth will be enough for you P," you retorted, shuffling your body down the mattress so you could finally have your way with Paige.

9:13 am

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[beiasluv]

prove it | m. webber (2)

this work is not done!! cleared wips

a/n: it’s been a long time coming since I wrote a long fic. oops. this one is dedicated to mark the dilf webber and his godly jawline. sexual themes (sfw), alcohol, and brocedes if you squint. annoyingly rich people. AGE GAP!! (obviously) xoxo

Mark Alan Webber. A nice, authentic Aussie, one with the sharpest jawlines on – and off – the grid, Red Bull’s fallen star, your father’s best old friend…and your one night stand.

Maybe just ignore the last one.

To be fair, you didn’t know who he was, or how much it meant to your father…not that he knew of it. You’d suppose they used to be boys together. Hell, they might’ve even been dumb teenage dirtbags together, drinking and doing stupid things preadolescents did. Maybe until things spiraled and got out of hand – too unfortunate before they even got to reach their manhood together.

That included missing out on countless important once-in-a-lifetime events. One being a convivial, Melbourne wedding, an abrupt career in F1, and particularly when you, the little sweetheart, were born.

But that was a story your father cleared his throat and changed the topic anytime you asked about the pictures sitting on top of very fireplace in your living room – the one that was rarely lit anymore.

Something about that it wasn’t important or that they were just old friends.

Not that it got you wondering or intrigued or anything…

—

And then there’s you, a daughter of a millionaire, born and raised in Melbourne, sweeter than honey, but, oh, stings harder than any white, middle-aged man could ever imagine.

Been the normal girl in school, nothing much, shared a first kiss under a normal street lamp on the walk home just to be broken up the very next week because you were too good for him. fucking, dick.

Nothing much happened, your grades were fine, got your girls with you, lost some along the way, and definitely got your heart broken – but it was still beating. Until you graduated, your parents decided to ship their only and loveliest flower abroad, to Monaco to be exact.

Perhaps ABBA was right if you aspired to win a fortune in a distant land – or find a rich, young man, ready to sweep you off your feet and marry you like a good, conservative husband.

People were rich. And by rich from a millionaire daughter meant ‘rich.’ Their everyday outfits would be many’s finest night of their lives. Wearing Birkin bags like they were the cheaper knock offs, a Ferrari as their day drive and a Bugatti for their night drives.

Of course you knew ‘why Monaco?’ Connections, connections, and connections. Easy. Right?

You could go to class and the next thing you knew might be that your classmate is in line for the Monegasque throne, or the next F2 champion, you just never know.

So you did what any rich and struggling university student would do in their right mind – to Monte Carlo, you headed. Drunk out of your mind after your finals in some random, luxurious, expensive club was the perfect way to end a semester.

Until you found a comfort in an accent close to your home — and heart, you did not look twice before falling into his arms (literally).

“You look familiar–” you shouted into his ear, not sure if the booming music or your voice would deafen him first.

“Do I?” he smiled back, lines showing the proof of experiences – perhaps it was the shadows or the blinding lights of the club. Those eyes explored you from top to bottom, a Mary Jane and a white knee-high sock. Adorable. “Is that your pickup line, sweetheart?”

“I swear, it’s not–” giving him the classic, innocent, doe eyes any guy would drop anything for. And he was fucking around and finding out that he was, indeed, one of them. “I’m telling the truthh– y’know what? Just forget it–”

“I’ll sure try, Sunshine.”

It was just something about the way you clung onto his baby blue buttoned up, hair tied in two little innocent braids, and light pink bows attached to the ends. He would’ve lied if he said he didn’t remember his pants being a little tight that night. Hoping he’ll catch your name and maybe something more…

Of course, you didn’t know that.

All those memories played back like an old movie that was badly cut together, choppy and jumpy. Some parts thrown in the trash, never to be retrieved or revived again – all thanks to the alcohol in your system.

You remembered him sharing his name while keeping his rough and hot hand on your lower back, it was Mark Debber? Max? Mark Webber. Enlightening you that he used to be a race driver, Red Bull, Formula 1 – and it was obvious that you lived in Monte Carlo. And maybe if the alcohol in your system wouldn’t drown out the fact that your dad mentioned something about stupid Formula 1 driver; maybe you would’ve had to recollected something.

And don’t get me wrong, you know a lot about things, it was just a little…inexperienced in his eyes.

Something he could definitely take care of.

“So whatcha doing in Monte Carlo?” He smiled. Tucking that strand of flyaway.

“Studying.” You hiccuped the alcohol, and he gave you the look.

“And this.”

Mark was, without a doubt, an Aussie with that smooth silly Australian accent, and the way he bent down his ear to your mouth – ready to listen and do anything else to you like a good man.

“A driver, huh? So you’re rich?” giggling like a girl whose got a crush on her high school senior, maybe also while wrapping your arms around his neck – reaching it just by your tippy toes.

Amused, Mark let out a laugh as he invited you into his embrace, cute. “You like ‘em rich, hm?”

“I like them experienced…” you corrected him, stupid crowd pushing you two closer.

“Then you’ll like me.”

—

Thank God your period came normal that month. Suck that, teenage pregnancy. All you knew you woke up in a surprisingly well-kept hotel room, dressed in a baby blue buttoned up definitely too big for you and…nothing more. Just your short, white dress from last night neatly hung up across the bed – staring and judging at you with its sparkly sequins reflecting the sunlight from the window.

He ran you a hot bath, dolled you up, shared his Vegemite on toasts, and dropped you off with his white Porsche a block away from your shared apartment —and it took a lot of convincing.

It was nothing more than something you day dream once in a while, as if it was just a Monégasque fever dream – the best fever dream you had. Nothing more than a picture in the hidden folder in your pink iPhone, a selfie of wasted you and chiseled Mark Webber in somewhere dark – somewhere secluded, pressed together.

“Honey, are you listening?” a grape plucked in her mouth.

A hot Christmas back at Melbourne and a good night sleep were the only things you looked forward to between the lectures, caffeine doses, and assignments in Monaco. Things do come true if you wish hard enough, and if you have a private jet.

It wasn’t like paying thousand of dollars to be seated in a sweaty crowd just to see your favorite speck of metallic Formula 1 engine – and a surprisingly hot driver – zoomed past you in 0.01 second. Fun, isn’t it?

And your father wouldn’t approve of such waste.

You were back in the seaside mansion, the deck overlooking the calm beach and a subtle crash on the beach every one-and-half a second, if you count. It called for a glass of lemonade and some weak liquor in your mother’s fancy blown glass sitting between the two of you.

“Yes?…no, I wasn’t.” You sighed, blowing the hair strand away. Stating the obvious, “Business dinner?”

“Yes and no. Networking dinners,” she plucked another grape into her mouth and one followed into yours. “You’re going to follow along–”

“And behave well, got it? I got it.”

Softening, her eyes traveled up to your eyes; placing her free hand on top of yours, “Thank you baby.”

You smiled, leaning into her touch. At the ripe age of twenty-one, you’re still snuggling into her like the baby you were. “Why aren’t you coming?” Snapping your head back.

“Busy.” your mother defended herself, pinching your nose softly. “And I know you’ll be a treat to have.”

If you were correct, and most of the time you were, your mother never left your dad’s side. Never. They were the ride or die, especially when it comes to business…and what not.

They were the it couple, if only you’d wish someone as mature, levelheaded, and emotionally intelligent as your father would be lucky for you to have…

—

Mary Jane is your best friend, and so is tights, mini skirts, and old men. Basically what you wore tonight, on a dimly lit cruise, following your father like a lost puppy – maybe not so lost once you pinpointed where the cruise bar was.

“Can I–”

“Later, darling.” Cutting you short, he whispered. Knowing his girl so well, maybe too well that he knew how much you appreciated a nice glass of whatever the bartender would offer. “Honey, do you remember the…the picture on the fireplace?”

You nodded in acknowledgment, “My 5th birthday?”

“No, the other one,” he glanced at you, sending a nod of greeting to someone behind your shoulder.

You tried to think, head tilting subconsciously along the process. “The one where you were younger? what was his name…right, you never told me what was his–”

“Mark–”

“Evening,” said the third voice. Dark hair, tall frame, GMT Rolex, and that so familiar Tom Ford somewhere along his collarbone.

Mark Fucking Webber. He stood right there, just mere inches away from your father’s face – hand tucked away into his smooth black slacks, one cocooning his glass of whiskey.

“Webber,” your father nodded at him.

[syeren]

HOW ARE THEY LIKE IN REAL LIFE? — JJK MEN & WOMEN.

SYEREN; mayhaps my 12 AM thoughts… but what if the characters from jjk get plopped down into the real world? whatcha think they might be like?

Gojo — 五条 悟

in all honesty…

he’s givin frat

LMAOOOOOOOO

or a rich kid with really successful parents who are either a)

architects

or b)

business owners

he also gives me the vibe that if you ask him how rich he actually is, he’ll just respond with

“i’m living comfortably xx 🫶” 😭😭😭

complains about how his body reacts to things like pollen or how his eyes get too dry throughout the day— so, he carries eye drops, lozenges, and those ointments sniffer thingys.

he also gives me the type where he looks not so concerned about maintaining good grades in academics… but he’s just NATURALLY smart

does that make sense?

he’ll just chug energy drinks to pull 3 consecutive all nighters before a final exam, and BOOM… flying colours

decides to opt for his own business and annoys utahime with how much bank he’s making

love language slowly switched from words of affirmation to gift giving, thus showering his friends with lavish gifts

right now at this point in time, he’s just berating all his friends with how much money he has

Geto — 夏油 傑

minus the whole ordeal that happened

he looks the type who would ACTUALLY get his life together 😭😭

occasionally parties, still regularly studies and does his part in group projects

he would go for philanthropy or mayhaps sociology

gojo is his one and only best friend and classmate that he somehow ALWAYS gets stuck with in every class

after graduation, he’s taking a break for himself and is travelling the world

during one of his trips in thailand, he calls up gojo to ask why tf he’s bragging abt his wealth

Nanami — 七海 建人

he’s never escaping the business world i fear LMAOOOOO

he really DOES give business i’m sorry pookie 😞

BUT, his OWN business where he’s his own boss and doesn’t have to work under someone else

he would much prefer that either way

but yeah, working class adult, has a dozen pack of beer or sangria wine in his own personalized wine cellar

often competes with gojo’s business, but decides to make a partnership in the end due to gojo’s persuasion

he’s also stuck in his office currently, looking at his phone in bewilderment to screenshots of gojo’s bank acc that gojo himself sent

Yuji — 虎杖 悠仁

average teenager

he partakes in the track team at his school and likes to exercise ALOTTT

gym buddy in question? todo

i feel like his guilty pleasure is watching mukbangs to torture himself 😭😭

he ends up being megumi’s roommate after a long time of convincing.

he tries to keep his side clean and tidy but it always ends up being an organized mess

right now, he just came back home from the gym with todo and is in choso’s apartment watching a horror series

Yuta — 乙骨 憂太

would you look at that?! average college student

LMAOOOO

definitely majors in either a) science or b) math

NOOOO WAIT

or c) computer science

overall normal kid!

i have no other words, he is also living his life to his fullest, but is very stressed out due to some big projects and tests he has coming

performance anxiety 😞

Megumi — 伏黒 恵

also another average teenager

he’s a bit more toned down tho

lil’ meg over here gives me the vibe that he also knows what he’s doing and is very present in life

he’s on top of his hw, does his chores, has a comfortable room that’s neat enough for him…

he also gives me the vibe that he does NOT GAFFFF !!!!!

protect my own peace 🙏 kind of guy

in college he makes the silent regret of dorming with yuji, the complete OPPOSITE to his own tastes but thats twin 🤞

“yuji, could you take out the trash to the lobby? it’s garbage collection today.”

“what? why me?”

“because i have a meeting through zoom with my classmates”

“then do it after?”

“yuji, my zoom call is two hours, taking out the trash will take around five minutes."

"it's actually a five minute walk down to the lobby, and another five minutes back up... w-wait, why are you holding up your slipper?"

ANYWAYS, he’s havin a good time chilling with his friends 😋

Choso — 脹相

he’s for SURE in a biker club

rides a kawasaki ninja h2r with yuki from time to time

other than that, decided to work after hs and he works in a tattoo shop next door to mechamaru’s pub

big scary big brother vibes compared to golden retriever yuji 😞🙏

currently, he’s lounging in his apartment with yuki, yuji, todo, and megumi

Inumaki — 狗巻 棘

he's too busy spending time with me unfortunately <3

im kidding

maybe not

ANYWAYYYYYYY, i feel like inumaki would have a hobby in pc games.

he would absolutely ROCK valorant

whenever he plays horror games he FORCES the rest of the squad to play with him because he's a pussy scaredy-cat

in his spare time he likes to do track or go on long runs whenever he feels stressed out from uni

forgets to shower sometimes after he runs, so he fucking reeks the day after

he's majoring in comp-sci

speaking of runs, look at him go! he’s on one right now

Sukuna — 両面宿儺

the most annoying and narcissistic man

AND SO MEAN TOO?!

yknow those tiktok comments or ig reel comments you see? yeah, those ones.

that’s him. he’s the one making those actually.

very misogynistic, controlling AND argumentative

he swears on the history of the world wars and somehow always brings it up during conflict? 💀

believes mental health is fake and violence can solve everything

prolly wholeheartedly disagrees with women’s rights with his ancient ass mentality

he’s preparing for an argument stream against mahito 😭

Todo — 東堂 葵

GYMMM RATTTTT

ALWAYS HOGGING THE MACHINES NO MATTER WHATTTT

only talks about fitness and nutrition, girls, and what his plans are for the weekend.

“nah bro, i’m all natty rn,” “i don’t use creatine,” “what?! i’m not on roids dude! just the chicken breast and asparagus with rice”

he’s also the type to look at someone a little too long at the gym, or outside

or anywhere, in fact

studies kinesiology

hope i spelt that right 😁🤞

Mechamaru — 与 幸吉

in my reality, he and miwa would be a couple

THERE I SAID IT!

he would genuinely try to be a good boyfriend while bartending in a dingy pub just two blocks away from their shared apartment.

he would be the type to spam miwa msgs on his break

lowkey wants a tattoo done by choso so he could swipe that discount 😋

Mahito — 真人

he’s known on the internet for being a controversial streamer on twitch

he also has such a shitty mic that when he screams it cuts off the sound

ALWAYS has his shirt off during the stream 😭😭

he would say the most out of pocket statements and without context, it would be the most HORRIFIC thing

so, people would clip that and post it 😟 thus, he gained a large following bc of those statements

Miwa — 三輪 霞

raves about cats and dogs to her bf and after a long, agonizing wait… they finally adopted one from the pound and this is all she has been doing

taking care of her animal child, and man child that is mechamaru

I FEEL LIKE MIWA WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE ANIMALS SO THIS IS WHAT SHE DECIDES TO GO FOR IN COLLEGE

with a minor in marine biology too :3

Shoko — 家入 硝子

i would catch her at a pub or a bar somewhere either drinking gin and tonic on lighter day, and more heavier days she would go for whiskey

if NOT, then she’s in an back alley smoking before she needs to go back to her like… 20 hour shift as a nurse.

spends most of her time at home and scrolling on her amazon shopping cart to see what else she can buy to help her busy ass life

Maki — 禪院 真希

similar to todo, but she gives me the vibe that she would train in both calisthenics and mma as a hobby

like hobby: all that stuff, and the other half is dedicated to working towards her degree in either a science like forensics or history.

she lives her life to the fullest on her terms!! really mia from social media and is training real hard everyday

right now, she’s with nobara on a shopping trip to the mall

(she did NOT wanna go, but she likes spending time with her bestie anyway)

Mai — 禪院 真依

FASHION DESIGN I REPEAT FASHION DESIGN

when i first saw mai come on screen, i also did too jus a little bit

but her aura makes me imagine that she runs a tiktok account to post fit pics onto it, has so many pinterest boards dedicated to vintage or her new obsession— office siren outfits.

also has such a GOOD spread of pictures up on instagram, like she’s THAT girl

now, she’s currently studying fashion while scourging the internet for good statement pieces like red leather kitten heels to go along with her two-piece cropped blazer and mini skirt outfit.

Mei Mei — 冥冥

hmm… 😟

teacher vibes…

but like, those english teachers that only interact positively with the popular kids

PLSSS IM SORRY OKAY, THATS THE ONLY FACTOR ABOUT MEI MEI THAT REALLY CAUGHT ME OFF GUARDDDD

APART from that

actually good at her profession, and makes sure her class is fun

the type that does NAWT give two fucks abt late hw bc she complains that “the workload will double up on her anyway”

Utahime — 庵 歌姫

bc of her personality as well as her easily irritated anger tolerance with gojo…

def a head master of a boarding school or an instructor for flight attendants

occasionally goes out for drinks with shoko, but only rants abt gojo bc of his dumbass

very good at her job, and often sees her alumni if she has time in her schedule

right now, she’s currently cooped up in her office filing out different paperwork and silencing her phone from gojo’s numerous screenshots of his bank acc 😭

Nobara — 釘崎 野薔薇

the last of the bunch for average teenagers.

nobara DOES NOT give that much attention towards school, so she opts for a general of easier course— psychology being one, because everyone else is taking it so she thinks it’s easy. two, general studies.

you can find her ALWAYS OUT for some reason?!

she gains her energy by socializing and just being outside of the house in general 😭

says it’s a ‘waste of a day.’

she’s dragging around maki to push clothes into her arms that she deems acceptable and will look amazing on her

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AN; SYEREN here! creds to @ kOmuuuug1xxx on x for the pic :3

[bloody-cupcakes]

Hello, can I request something with JD with a reader who is visibly too crazy? As well as being too noticeable hahaha. Thank you so much

I made the reader to be the "yandere" one of the two but just to be clear this in no way means that I made JD healthy and/or well adjusted lmao, it's just that the reader is more unhinged than he is

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, the reader is visibly crazier than JD and not very good at hiding it, mentions of shooting someone (with blanks), mentions of threatening someone with a switchblade, swearing, light stalking, allusions to violence/murder

There was talk of the new boy who'd shot two of the biggest assholes at school in the middle of the lunch room without so much as flinching. They were blanks that he used, but still.

Because of this, a lot of people thought he was crazy, but when you looked at him all you could think about was the gorgeous depths of his watercolor eyes. You had to have him, you decided, no matter what anybody else said.

You tried to follow him around so you could see what his deal was, but you weren't very good at being subtle. Not to mention how you stuck out like a sore thumb, owing it to not having a lot of friends. You were certain it was through no fault of your own and that most people just couldn't handle your eccentric nature.

Really it was because you were bat shit crazy, to put it lightly. No one could seem to forget the one time you pulled a switchblade on Heather Duke in study hall because she kept chewing her gum too loud. I mean, you make one mistake and that's all anyone remembers you for. Honestly, the nerve of some people.

So yeah, JD definitely noticed you. Maybe not the same way you noticed him (new kids were usually only on display for a couple of weeks before falling under the radar, so your fixation on him was a lot more abnormal than most) but it was still something.

He seemed to genuinely be interested in you, unlike your fellow students who always seemed to have you in the back of their minds only out of wariness over what kind of stunt you might pull next. Maybe it was because of your crazy, over-the-top nature that he became so interested in you, but it wasn't in the same way you were interested in him.

See, he could go for a few hours without seeing you, but you? No, you had to know where he was at all times. Even if you two weren't really a couple, you thought of yourselves as one. JD would probably agree with that sentiment, he just thought it was funny to see how worked up you would get whenever he referred to you as just a friend.

Of course he was aware that you were always following him around, not wanting him to be out of your sight for even a second. He thought your commitment was cute, even if your skills in the art of subtlety needed some work.

Out of the two for you, he was much better at appearing "normal" and hiding whatever sort of dark tendencies he had beneath the surface; you couldn't do that. He realized that much when you showed up to his house in the middle of the night (in the pouring rain, I might add) covered in blood.

Before he could ask what happened, you threw something down at his feet and announced, "this is for you". It was the spiral bound notebook belonging to some random kid who's homework he asked to copy the day before. He raised an eyebrow as he picked it up, noticing how the front cover had some blood spatter on it.

"Now you won't need to ask to copy their notes anymore." You seemed so proud of yourself, happy even, a stark contrast to your grouchy attitude from earlier that day. He knew you were a little upset with him for giving someone else attention other than you, he just didn't know you'd go so far as to move that person from the equation entirely.

Still, he couldn't find it in himself to be mad. In all honesty, he'd talked to (and even flirted with) them on purpose just to see how far you would go for him, to figure out where your loyalty would lie. He was a bit worried that you only seemed obsessive on the surface and were actually normal underneath it all, so this was a pleasant surprise.

The grin on your face caused him to let out a slight chuckle, tossing the notebook to the side as he approached you. "You're amazing, did you know that?" He took note of the way you beamed with pride and joy, still looking as cute as ever even with someone else's blood all over you. You were a keeper for sure.

As he leaned in to give you a kiss, he smirked at the desperate and eager manner in which you kissed him back, the blood of your victim getting on his face and clothes when you pulled him closer to you. Nothing about this situation seemed at all out of the ordinary to either one of you, despite the somewhat morbid circumstances.

JD had finally found someone who seemed to be just as devoted to him as he was them, which begged the one question he never once thought he'd ever get to ask himself: is this what love felt like?

[unionizedwizard]

just random memories under the cut

kinda funny how my mother kept being inappropriate & honestly psychologically abusive in a forced cultish/enmeshment/hero worship way with teenagers like i think she's somehow hardwired for this shit. she started a low-level cult (on top of the one she started At Home, most notably) where her students (specific grade/group, 1/2 years older than me) "decided" to "worship her" """"""as a joke"""""" (lol) - i befriended them at some point (she kept hyping them up constantly at home & telling me i could never compete & that they were all better than me &c. normal behavior from her. so i was really excited to finally get to meet them all. i had idealized this group of people my age lol they were all rich and all too because she's a fucking snob). i only realized, like, two years later, that they only kept me around/in the groupchat because of my status as "The Great Guru"(sic!!!!!)'s "Natural Offspring". they nicknamed me "jesus" (NORMAL REASONS ONLY) & then homophobically (and transphobically!) Micro(?) Hate Crimed me countless times. i got enmeshed into yet another toxic codependent friendship with a girl who was Very Good At Gender & Also Everything Else (& was a complete cunt) (i quote: "like you if you were not an abject failure"). she stopped talking to me after i came out as gay (WHILE ON VACATION AT *MY* GRANDPARENTS'???). she also lived in a literal mansion and was initially my mother's favorite but dropped sharply in her esteem after some incident where the girl had refused to mold herself to The Literal God On Earth's Wishes (lol) (i forget what exactly but i remember she was seething for weeks at home after that. normal behavior). basically my mother went through cycles where she would favor one member of the group then they would fall from grace for some reason, it happened several times

oh and when i opened up about some of the bullying i had been enduring at school (once again. at MY grandparents'????) she stared at me coldly and with scorn & disgust (she was my "best friend") and said "so that's what you really are. i don't waste my time hanging out with losers & weaklings" and i started realizing she had been so enthusiastic about becoming MY special friend in hopes of currying favor with my mother & getting closer to the family (lol). after that she straight-up stopped talking to me (ONCE. AGAIN. IN. MY. FAMILY'S. HOUSE.) unless it was to either vent about her relationship problems or be super mean & dismissive to me lmao

funnily enough the girl my mother had Elected Among Everyone Else like, Definitely (this was a very coveted honor as you can imagine) was a good person & also very clever & the only one who took my side when i started speaking against the abuse (turns out 80% of my mother's tactics to provoke the enmeshment/dependency was to just bitch about ME (!) in private, and tell her how much better than me she was & how much she wished she could have HER as a child instead) (a scenario which she repeated quite a few times with several of my "friends"). said girl was like "well i didnt like the way she talked about you. it was mean. it changed my perspective on her and made me wary of her so i started keeping her at arm's length, psychologically wise" (thanks K. you're a real one for that)

[espresseo-cafe]

life is still beautiful | johnny | ch.3

genre: cappucino, romance, angst, university!au, dad!au, drama, slice of life

pairing: collegestudent!johnny x fem!reader

bean count: 4.3k

a/n: hope you all are liking the series so far! 🤎 note: this is only a work of fiction, it doesn’t reflect the artists’ personalities in any way.

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that gentle gesture and soft movements under the sun.. it was loving, protective, and kind.

johnny was quite disappointed because he wanted to approach whoever she was at that party. however, he was called by one of his friends to help him with something. but she was already gone by the time he got back to the balcony. and youngmin was sleeping soundly on the comfortable hammock swing, surrounded by pillows.

he was quite caught up with it that he couldn’t take his mind off on what he saw that day. his thoughts was so preoccupied to the point he didn’t notice that youngmin was starting to heave impatiently, not having his spoonful of rice.

“johnny.” his mom snapped her fingers in front of him, tutting her lips as she took the baby’s spoon from him, feeding the almost crying toddler. “you seem kinda off this very morning.”

johnny blinked his eyes, finally off of his trance that he gave his mom a hum as a response. “sorry, been thinking a lot lately.”

“don’t tell me you’re thinking about minji.” she smirked at him, taking another spoonful to youngmin.

“i-uh, no mom.. not minji. this other girl.” he sat back, fiddling a fork on his scrambled eggs.

“moving on so quickly, huh.” johnny felt a pat on the back from his old man. “it definitely runs in the family.”

his mom giggled at the comment, seeing johnny’s cheek turning pink and she hoped it wasn’t from his good night sleep. “is she pretty?”

johnny stretched, “dunno, couldn’t get a good glimpse at her.” brushing his hair back, “uh, what time is it?”

his dad checked his watch, “five minutes to eight.”

johnny’s eyes largened and quickly ate his breakfast and stood up. he almost forgot that today was the camp for dean’s listers. “i gotta leave, i’m supposed to meeting the guys at the campus in fifteen minutes.” he drank the remains of his juice before kissing the top of youngmin’s head. “see you in five days, my little bud. love you.”

youngmin squealed in baby language as if he was answering him. “bye dada.”

“take care john!” his mom called out, “don’t forget your sunscreen!”

mr. suh chewed on his breakfast, “he finally has some time to be a normal university student, but don’t you think he matured quite a lot?”

mrs. suh continued to feed youngmin, “in a way he very much did. i told him to have a break from time to time, but he just didn’t want to.”

“ever know the reason why?”

“oh dear, i wished we knew.”

the sun was at the start of its brightest shine, slipping in between your curtains and giving you some vitamin d for the day. you inhaled the breezy air as you opened the window.

“it’s a lovely day for camping.” yeri stood beside you, handing you a cup of coffee for a booster. “excited to mingle?”

you cackled and twisted your head side to side, hearing your bones crack was so refreshing. “excited? yeah, i guess i am.” you unlocked your phone seeing a text message from the guy you were suddenly paired up with. “oh a notification from love click.”

“who is it?” yeri jumped curiously, holding your arms and scooted closer to you.

“oya oya. what’s all the fuss in the morning?” yoohyeon came out of the bathroom with a face mask, seeing a notification on your phone. “ah omg! what’s his nickname?”

your heart beated quickly, scrolling to see his profile. “let’s see, dudekuma.. kuma? what does that mean?” both yeri and yoohyeon shrugged, waiting for you to see more of his details. “he’s from our university.. third year.. business major. eh whatever, i’ll go prepare for the camp.”

“ah, y/n, let me help out.” yoohyeon followed you to your bedroom. “there must be more deets about him.”

“it’s been two months since i last got paired, haha this app sucks.”

yeri pressed her lips and sighed, her chance of setting you and johnny up came to a zero before it even started. she wondered if you remembered what happened during her first year at the university.

during her first day, you and johnny both helped her look for her lecture room when others straight up ignored her. and immediately, she took a liking of your pairing because you both were very responsive and aware.

an idea struck her and she shot johnny a text message.

[ yeri ] : “johnny! are you busy?”

[ johnny ] : “kinda, i’m rushing to meet the guys at campus, dean’s camp.”

yeri jumped a little, you and her were going to dean’s camp as well.

[ yeri ] : “oh, then nevermind! see you later!”

[ johnny ] : “cool, see you!”

johnny’s breath was almost out when his friends waved at him as he caught up, giving him little punches and teases because he was late. it was scorching hot to anyone’s liking, but his tank top was showing off his arms and most of the girls in the line couldn’t take their eyes off of him.

“the young dad joins the camp, huh? bingo!”

“think we’d be grouped together for games?”

“ugh i think i might have a chance at him, heard he broke it off with his son’s mom.”

“no way, seriously?”

kun rolled his eyes and diverted johnny’s attention elsewhere, noticing his discomfort and annoyance at the inappropriate comments. “have they got no chill? that’s way over the line.”

“hyung they’re just in heat, literally.” jungwoo shook his head and johnny actually laughed softly at his roommate’s joke. they walked to the coach bus to place their bags and equipments when a high pitched squeal deafened their ears.

“hi guys!!” yeri jumped with a lot of things on her hands and taeyong immediately ran to help her. “you guys made it to the dean’s list! finally.”

taeyong messed up her hair playfully, “what do you mean ‘finally’? we’ve been here since year one. well except jungwoo.”

“hey! well it’s true”.

yeri laughed in joy, placing her things in the compartment, “i’m kidding you dumb dumb! anyway, there’s this person i want you guys to meet, she’s recently added to the list.” she turned to look at you, but you were standing by the vending machine buying some drinks. “ah bummer, i guess we gotta wait until we get in.”

“who is she, yeri?” kun squinted his eyes at you before johnny took the rest of the bags inside the bus.

“y/n, from the early childhood education department. she’s in year three like johnny oppa, taeyong oppa, and you.” she smiled at your walking figure towards them. “such a lovely spirit she is. i was planning to set her up with you-”

kun twitched a little, “huh, me? you know i’m taken-“

“ah not you. where’s johnny?” yeri hummed, “i really think she and john will look good together. i already visually ship them.”

taeyong and kun exchanged looks, “you know johnny is freshly heartbrokened, can’t let them set sail when they’re not on the same boat.”

“gotta make them meet at the port somehow.” yeri pondered and she lit up, “jungwoo, sit next to me for the bus ride, please?”

jungwoo blushed, “ha? i’m not sitting next to you-”

“i heard you’re good in mario kart.” yeri smirked, “but i’m better.”

“why you little-”

the professors called the students to aboard the bus and take off to the campsite. johnny closed the upper compartment, his eyes catching someone having a hard time carrying her extra bags back up.

“need some help with that?” you turned to your left, seeing a guy kind enough to help than others who walked passed by you to get into their seats.

“that’ll be great, thanks.” you smiled, handing him your bag as he placed it on top so easily.

“i’m johnny, i don’t think we’ve met before.” offering his hand for a handshake.

you nodded, reaching your hand out as well, “y/n. nice to meet you.”

johnny looked at you for a while and coughed awkwardly. he didn’t want you to be weirded out because of his prolonged staring. well who wouldn’t be taken back when you were really, really pretty? there was something about you that emitted beauty that he couldn’t seem to explain.

he looked around and discovered most of the seats were taken. his eyes searched for his group of friends, only to see them seated by the back. he also noticed you looking for certain people too while one of the professors gestured for you guys to sit down.

the bus started to move when another guy bumped into you as he was playing around with his friends, making you lose your balance. your cheek touched johnny’s body as he held your arm, supporting you from not falling. your face heated up in embarrassment and fixed your posture.

“hey watch it.” johnny told them off, earning hisses from the guys. he faced you while he pressed his lips and pointed to the vacant seats with his head. “guess we’ll be seatmates for the whole ride, ladies first.”

“thanks.” you smiled, sitting next to the window.

johnny placed his hands in his pockets, why was he feeling jittery when he just met you? he didn’t want to be influenced because of your looks, ‘cause that already had happened with minji.

for the first time, he wanted to know you more. unlike in the past, it was always the ladies who made the first move and his friends would point that out and tease him about it. it wasn’t his fault if girls seemed to take interest in him. he was just winging every single move and went with the flow.

right now, he wanted to make the first move, a conversation would be the best to begin with. he shifted his head to you to do just that, though he found himself in a blur because you were already drifted away into a slumber.

your phone zapped and johnny didn’t mean to look- the bus was running through the tunnel- but the device lit up and showed a notification from an app that somehow made his mood to slightly change: love click.

she uses love click as well, huh?

he mentally sighed, that one chance of getting to know a new face wasn’t going to happen at all. he shook his head and talked to himself: what am i thinking.. it’s not like i’m looking for new love. then his eyes found its way back to you if he could help it, somehow he felt peaceful just staring at you.

he decided that this time, he’d start out as friends and see what the outcome would be, unlike before.

the camp location differed than the years that came before; it was larger in scale and had more activities. whilst everyone dispersed to their respective boys’ and girls’ cabins, johnny’s eyes was stuck as glue to your figure, busy talking to yeri.

“saw you two having a little chat back at the bus.” taeyong nudged the guy, seeing johnny flinch a little after realising that he had been staring at you for too long. “what do you think of her?”

“hmm, other than really pretty, she seems tired. well, her eyes speaks a lot. she slept most of the ride-” stopping mid-sentence when taeyong just smiled at him. “what?”

“nothing.” taeyong placed his locked fingers at the back of his head, holding in a chuckle because he noticed johnny all aloof, avoiding the topic he tried so hard not to fall into. “no harm in befriending someone. at least now you get to be friends first, not just jumping straight right into it.” referring to the boy’s previous relationship with minji.

johnny grunted as he lifted two of his bags; one duffel bag rested on his shoulder, and the other luggage in his free hand. he shook his head at taeyong, a prominent side smirk showing, “i guess i could give it a try, would that shut you up?”

“maybe.. i just have a good feeling towards y/n.”

the birds chirped just outside the cabin’s window, yeri stretched her legs as soon as her body met with the sheets of the bed, “ah, this bed makes me miss my actual one.”

you stifled a laugh, “did someone make you cranky on the way here?” knowing her too well, she was the type to show her feelings out in the open.

“jungwoo.” she placed her knuckles towards her eyes, rubbing them, “he defeated me in mario kart.. jerk.”

“ah come on, it can’t be that difficult.” you said, turning the device on, “let me know the rules, maybe i can be good at it.”

yeri feigned a gasp, “you haven’t played a game console befo- ah, nevermind.”

“it’s fine, yeri. now you know there are some people who has been living under a rock. let’s go for food before the orientation?” you dusted your leggings as you made your way out.

the unexpected dark humour caught her off guard, slapping her own mouth for not being careful enough. “aish, yeri you blabbermouth.”

you, yeri, and the rest of the dean’s listers walked towards the ampitheatre, and if you could count, there were about a hundred students- or more, in the dean’s list this year. among these hundred people, johnny could immediately spot you in your light purple top, outstanding the rest of people who wore other types of purple and he couldn’t help but be flustered at the sight of you even though you were just like a meter apart.

his ears perked up when several guys behind him were checking you out. “who’s the new girl? she’s hot.”

johnny unknowingly stood next to you after seeing your slight discomfort. you bowed in a quick thanks for his immediate response, but wondered why he reacted so quickly in a crowded space.

“i ship them.” taeyong mouthed, crossing his arms while kun and jungwoo nodded.

“me too.” yeri mouthed back then sighed, “but this pretty friend of mine is inexperienced.”

kun hummed, “well they could take it slow if they’re both open to it.”

johnny stared at your side profile, you radiated a glow he can’t seem to figure. a gentle aura yet mysterious, in which he wanted to know you more.

he wished for the same, for you to want to know him. but how on earth could he bring up youngmin? would that push you away?

he was about to ask you something but then you took your phone out to take a photo. you expected to snap a memory of the bluest skies with clouds that gave you peace, only to be startled that the front camera greeted you instead. johnny chuckled at your startled face and you didn’t even miss his upper cheek dimples appearing prominently, clearly making a little fun at your flinching towards yourself.

“you didn’t see that, okay?” you said as you switched the camera back to the front view, ears heating up and yet snickering at yourself out of embarrassment.

“too bad, i already saw it.” he licked his lips, still finding himself staring at you. “but i’ll keep it to myself.”

you finally looked at him and now he was the one who flinched, “i’ll take your word for it.”

yeri, taeyong, jungwoo, and kun all high-fived each other after witnessing the short exchange you and johnny had. “my ship is sailing!! think they’ll buy each other tickets?”

kun just ruffled yeri’s hair, “let them walk around the port first.”

teachers and counsellors sounded the alarm for the start of the camp. this camp was more on team building and social connection. though this year, all students were divided into five teams and will compete through courses of fun and physical games.

“alright, here we have ballots. each of you will pick a colour from the box from five teachers including myself.” mr. kim from biology called out. “five teams will have a leader, an alumni from last year. teams are based on the colours of our school logo: crimson commanders, aquamarine archers, magenta muskeeters, prussian pirates, and saffron soldiers.”

johnny hoped to be in the same team as you, but it was too soon to hope because it may backfire on him. as everyone lined up to the ballot boxes, he still kept stealing glances to wherever you were. he mentally slapped himself for being creepy and his friends were just earning a lot of funny get-go’s to tease the boy after all is done.

“yeri which team are you in?” you asked, quite excited to know the reveal. yeri just hushed you sneakily and gestured you to go where the guys were. “oh we’re revealing it together?”

“yup, it’ll be more fun.” she jumped and skipped over, holding the coloured paper in her hands. “guys! wanna do a simultaneous reveal?”

jungwoo shouted out loud in agreement, “ahh obviously, on three!”

the rest of you showed your papers, only to be disappointment because, yeri was sorted into magenta, taeyong in aquamarine, jungwoo in saffron, kun and johnny in prussian, and you in crimson.

“aw man i thought i’ll be teamed up with you, y/n.” yeri pouted. “anyway-“

“y/n, right?” you turned to the person who called your name, a pale skinned guy with doe eyes and long lashes. buffed up in his red shirt, his muscles screamed as if they wanted out. “i’m choi seungcheol from business department, year three. we share the same minors.”

you just blinked, he was quite attractive. he was in the same minors as you? no wonder he looked very familiar.

“i don’t mean to eavesdrop or be a party crasher but i just saw you with a crimson paper so i thought to drop by and say hi.” he smiled, his doe eyes still staring at you and to be honest, you couldn’t even look away.

you stared at the group you were with and back at this choi seungcheol, “um yeah, i do have the crimson paper so obviously we’re teammates.”

“cool, then let’s go group with the others.” he sparked up in joy before turning around, you pulled a face, wanting to chuckle as you looked back to yeri and the guys.

“i guess that’s my cue.” you clapped and laughed, “may the best team win?” putting on a salute gesture before leaving them to join seungcheol and the other twenty three people.

johnny and the others just nodded and mirrored your action. kun let out a two toned giggle, “she’s actually really cute, huh, right johnny?”

the tall guy just rolled his eyes and shook his head, “let’s go okay?”

the games in the past four days were mostly physical than critical thinking. and it seemed that you’ve gotten closer to the guys that yeri knew from her high school. so just to name a few, games included paintball, obstacle course, treasure hunt snorkelling, and at the moment, the final game: dodgeball. somehow you wished you sat out for this one because the activities were starting to get to you.

mostly because you were distracted at this game, and the distraction consisted of meaty calves, sleveless upper body with six pack abs, buff arms, refined biceps and triceps, sharp jawline, honey brown eyes, and luscious lips.

to put it simple, johnny suh.

you sighed to yourself that you even allowed yourself to be attentive to him in the past few days. well, because he stood out so much, at least to you. he was someone who unexpectedly got your attention to how sporty and a team player he was.

funny how you didn’t even know such a guy existed at the university. he was one of a kind.

even though you both did talk during the past few days he was still a bit far fetched, like a celebrity made to be intimidated with. and mostly because you were grouped with them together with yeri during breaks, a single conversation with just him was almost impossible.

so in front of you he stood, like a statue sculpted to perfection you were staring at him as if you were in the museum. you were probably so into him at this point that you disregarded calls of your name in the distance when reality finally hit you in the form of a ball.

you shook out of it and the whistle beeped. no one expected you to be out because if anything, you were one of few people to actually play really well in the previous games. so you just laughed it off to hide the fact you were distracted because of johnny.

you sat by the bleachers with taeyong who called for you to sit next to him. “y/n, over here!”

“hey.” you sat beside him, drinking a bottle of water while he handed you a clean towel. “that was my out, by the way. i’ve been put into the frontliners by seungcheol in almost all of the games.”

taeyong just chuckled, “you sure? ‘cause from where i’m sitting, you just looked distracted.”

you coughed from your bottle, crap did he figure you out? “i- i wasn’t.” your flustered face made him want to laugh but he didnt want to embarrass you.

“okay, i believe you.” he said as he gave you a soft punch on the arm. then he decided to try again to confirm if his hunch was right. “johnny’s still in it, you think he’d be out any time soon?”

you looked at the opposing team, “a big guy like johnny? not a chance. he could be the last one standing-” as soon as you finished you sentence, johnny got hit on the chest by seungcheol. “i stand corrected.”

a bunch of ‘aw’s’ and ‘oh’s’ heard when johnny exited the court and seated next to you. “prussian pirate got hit by a cannon.” you teased, giving him a bottle of water.

“my ship’s still standing though.” he gave you a smile, drinking from the bottle and gosh you wished you looked away earlier because his arms just flexed, and.. veins... “unlike the commander who got out first so early in the game.”

you shook you head and playfully rolled your eyes, “i was tired. good enough for a reason.”

taeyong stifled a laugh, not believing any of that, his hunch was right. “really y/n-”

“a-anyway i gotta go hit the showers ‘cause i’m sweaty and i need to start packing since we’re leaving tomorrow. bye guys.” taeyong chuckled hearing you say that in one go as you left, leaving johnny blinking in confusion and awe because in no way were you sweaty since you didn’t even play today.

“she’s really is something.” kun sat back down after being beaten, noticing johnny’s staring at your already far figure heading to the cabins. “it was intentional, right? you actually wanted to be hit by the ball, that’s why you were off the team even though you’re the ace.”

maybe, maybe not. johnny didn’t know how he felt, was it because he was desperate to have a romantic companion? it had only been three months when he broke up with mj and no word from her since. not that he expected anything but was it a reminder that maybe he could finally open his heart to someone new?

was he ready though? was he ready to open his heart to a new relationship? the thought of you made him so certain that you could be the one, the one who could mend his heart. but then again he was hesitant because really, he only knew you for five days.

even though those five days were already proof that he might’ve fallen for you, it was a reality check for him. how could he ask you to join his little bandwagon outside of this camp? it may not be the right path to start something new, because what would you actually think of him? what of youngmin?

although his team was celebrating for winning the most points and were awarded tickets to a carnival a week from now, he remained quiet until the end of the camp. he was still so lost in his thoughts that it made kun slightly worry because johnny was a type of person who keeps things to himself.

as everyone waited for departure just outside the coach buses, he spotted you talking with seungcheol. seemed like you both were hitting it off or just making a simple, friendly conversation.

“ah i forgot to ask for her number.” johnny mumbled to himself.

yeri stood by, for she knew how johnny was aware of your existence in the past few days and that he might’ve had his heart beating for you. although she wanted to set you guys up at the port so that her ship could sail.. “seems like there’s a detour before the journey.” she told herself.

taeyong, being the observer that he is, put his elbow on yeri, “you noticed it too?” he asked her, “i got no worries though.”

“what do you mean?”

“y/n was acting funny yesterday at the dodgeball games. if i’m correct about her then trust me that we’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“you mean.. there’s a chance that she might like johnny?” yeri’s eyes lit up. “oh my gosh!”

“can’t jump to conclusions, that’s why i said we don’t need to worry.” taeyong ruffled her hair then jumped a little when she shrieked. “what?”

“agh no we have the right to worry!!” she facepalmed herself then bit her fingernail. “choi seungcheol.. wait..”

“uh yeri?”

she wasn’t sure if she should say but she had no one else to tell about her rising worry. “y/n has love click, alright? before we came here she and yoohyeon unnie were talking about how she got a notification and read out the details of the guy she was matched with.”

taeyong already joined the dots. this was going to be a challenge. “let me guess, he’s from our university, business major, year three?”

yeri pouted, “yes, i can’t believe i just remembered now but choi seungcheol ticked all of those boxes. ”

“well damn.”

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[novastar-creations]

Awauughghd… so close to completing Leila’s team… art fight

This is Sage Fleischman, AKA Ate-Bit. They’re crazy smart and good at coding and hacking and basically any kind of tech… except the mechanical bits.. that’s Leila’s strong suit. They’re the top of their school, head cheerleader, and a student councillor, and are in a bajillion and one different clubs that they somehow still have time for despite the fact that THEY ARE LITERALLY A SUPERHERO. They were born with a mouth in their stomach and their parents basically called them a freak all their life and they decided to gain affection by working quadruply hard, and it worked, but it does mean that their parents love is entirely dependent on their grades, how much money they make and how “normal” they are. They have an older brother who sits around like a leech and somehow he’s still the golden child. Because of all the effort they put into life, they have all these otherwise useless skills like fencing, knot tying, and a bunch of other things, and they’re like the definition of Jack of all trades master of many.

They have dyslexia though, so their English grades aren’t quite as good as the others.. I’m talking 98.2% people, absolutely shameful. (/j I would KILL for a 98.2%. It also probably doesn’t help that they’re trying to learn German and Mandarin because their dad is German and their mum is Chinese and they wanna impress their parents, but yk.. ANYWAYS, they make a lotta money from freelance coding and paid hacking (specifically companies pay them to hack into their sites and tell them the flaws)

They met Leila on a tech forum where they were both trying to find a coder and hardware developer respectively, and it was geek buddies at first dm. Sage didn’t really have any close friends, just popular people in their circle, so Leila was their first real friend. Eventually, Sage’s parents decided that they were going to move back to Germany, and they took Sage with them. Sage told Leila this, and Leila asked if they wanted to meet up because she was sorta close-ish. It took a lot of pestering of the parents from both ends but eventually the two met up in Amsterdam and they stayed there for about a week before there was a robbery at a museum they were visiting. The two jumped into action, with Sage trying to scare the robbers off (not knowing anything about being even slightly heroic), and Leila, having built the hardware for her shadow bracelets and attempted multiple heroic deeds, started teleporting and fighting. At the end of the battle the two confronted each other, but eventually decided to become heroes and start a team. Sage started working doubly hard to earn enough money to buy a base for them, and eventually they found River and Amaya after seeing news articles about them. After some light kidnapping, the team was formed.

Sage is super competitive and stubborn, and as stated a bajillion times, spends most of their time working their ass off for approval. They’re desperate for affection and attention and throw their whole heart into everything they do, whether it’s joining a scout group or chess club. This confidence and do-or-die attitude gives them a natural charisma and leader-y vibe that makes people flock to them like moths to a flame, making them very popular.

They don’t really have time for hobbies or figuring themself out, and as such they often feel like muddy water - unclear, and not that useful. This causes a lot of self doubt and anxiety, which they push back in order to focus on school, or work, or heroics, or literally anything else.

@bagels-and-cream-cheese333 eat up :P

[eternal-silvertongued-prince]

Rules: post 3 snippets from published work and 3 from your wips

Oh boy, having to choose which WIP to take snippets from took way too long.

Published:

The Thanksgiving Dilemma

The heat that radiated off his body was a surprising contrast to his normally chilled hands. The need for air finally broke the kiss, but it didn’t stop him from stealing a few more pecks. “You–  Severus, overwhelm me in the most wonderful way.” You pulled away just enough to see his whole face. “Whenever you are around it’s as if all my thoughts cease to exist and there is only you. The simplest of your touches render me without breath. Severus, you have no idea how long I have been waiting, hoping, to hear that you felt the same way that I did about you.”

Family

"...what are you doing still standing there! Get into something cosy so you can help your wife and child out decorating this tree.” You spun him around and gave his tush a tap to get him moving. His glare was harmless, but the smile was sincere. He gave you one last kiss and bent down to give your belly one for good measure as well.

A Birthday to Remember

It seems that you weren’t the only one who noticed Severus zoom by because the second he disappeared around the corner, two Slytherins beside you began a hushed (not really) whisper. “There goes Snape again. Do you think that bloke has a single friend?” “Not that I know of. Heard Lucius say that it’s his birthday tomorrow. Wonder if…” The rest of their conversation was lost on you. It was his birthday tomorrow?! That’s it!

WIP:

Be My Valentine

It was abundantly clear to everyone after the years of being single and alone, that he was not a fan of the holiday. So why in the nine realms did an owl drop off a bloody Valentine for him? Thinking it was a mistake, he grabbed the paper and cautiously flipped it over. Sure enough, written on the top in white ink was one Severu– wait. Did he read that correctly? Bringing his finger to the paper, he traced over the faint ridges imprinted by the delicate script that definitely spelt out his name. Okay… so it wasn’t an illusion of some sort, and all his years of solidarity have not rendered him delusional. His fingers tightened around the note as he stood abruptly to leave the hall, not giving breakfast a second thought. In his rush to separate himself from the rest of Hogwarts, he failed to notice a pair of eyes follow his frame as it made its way out the door.

Duelling Partner for Life

“Yeah, to be fair, I am a little bit of a sore loser.” “You and Professor Snape went on a date?!?” The students could not fathom the idea of their tall, rude, and snarky Professor going on a date, let alone be interested in someone as bright and happy as you. “Dates”, you corrected. “He and I still go on them whenever the time allows it.” “Why?” A Gryffindor pipes up from the side. Snape answers before you can say anything. “It is as if that is what people who are in a relationship do.” Sarcasm heavy in his voice as you giggle at his response.

Reminisce

“Normally I would not take any help from anyone, especially not a student, but seeing as this is a real urgency and you are not totally incompetent in potions, I suppose an extra set of hands would not be the worst thing. We could certainly produce more than enough to hold the school at bay with this retched virus going around.” “Wow, that was the most backhanded compliment I’ve ever received.” His nose twitched as he tried to suppress the sneer on his face. “What else would you want from me?” “Maybe a please, professor” you smirked. “Don’t push it Miss L/N.” “Very well, sir. Let’s get started then, shall we?”

BONUS WIP (Bc I feel so bad being MIA for so long)

Snape took a sip from the tumbler you placed in front of him, letting the amber liquid warm his throat. “You were my favourite student, you know?” “Really? That's surprising and not at the same time. You were my favourite professor.” He shot you a look with raised eyebrows as if to tell you he hardly believed that. As skeptical as he looked, you couldn't help but laugh at how absurd it also sounded to you. “It’s true. It just so happened that you taught my favourite subject, too.” “Does that mean I have to watch out for you trying to take my job?” He drily stated as he took another sip. You chuckled and moved to clean up behind the bar just to keep your hands busy. “No need to worry. I am applying for the open DADA position.” He looked sullen for a second before replying, “You’d make a good DADA professor.” You stopped what you were doing because hearing that from him certainly surprised you. “You really think so?” A smirk appeared on his face.

[dreamyautumns]

My first DRv3 fic on this acc🩷💙💚

Today I offer you my “shrinking motive” (popular motive for these types of stories ik), featuring tiny Kaede and Shuichi and giant Rantaro! Enjoy~

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In two days, EVERY student here will die! Puhuhuhuhu!

“Everyone will die… no… it won’t end like this!” Kaede whimpered. On top of the shrinking motive, now every student was going to die. And at a measly 4 inches, there was nothing the pianist could do. She was stuck. Utterly stuck. Kaede curled up into a little ball and cried into her knees.

At least everything was set up before I was shrunk.

“Akamatsu-san?”

Kaede turned around. Out of the eight participants shrunk, Shuichi was amongst them. At least Kaede still had him.

The detective extended his hand to her and helped her off the floor. Kaede wiped her tears and put a smile over her face. “H-hi… Shuichi.”

“This motive is truly unfathomable. I can’t even begin to imagine why Monokuma would want us like this.”

“What happens if… we don’t make it?” Kaede asked.

“Don’t say that. We’ll find a way to get back to normal and stop the mastermind.”

Kaede nodded her head. “Right. I think this whole shrinking thing’s just got me all worked up. We should probably find a way to return to our normal height.”

“We also need someone to take care of us,” Shuichi added. “But who to trust…?”

I can’t stay with someone for too long. It’ll totally throw off all my plans! Kaede thought. But Shuichi will find it suspicious if we separate…

“Well it can’t be Gonta. As much as he’s a sweetheart, he might accidentally crush us if he isn’t looking,” Kaede mused.

“Kaito is definitely too rough to be able to handle shrunken students,” Shuichi stated.

“No way in hell am I trusting Korekiyo. He seems like the type of guy who would torture us just to see how we’d react.” Both teens shivered.

“How about Kirumi?” Shuichi asked.

“She’s probably too busy helping others…” Kaede trailed off. “She’d be our safest bet, but she’s definitely too far to reach.”

“Tsumugi?”

“No.”

“Fine then, what about Himiko?”

“She’ll be with Tenko, and if we go to Tenko, she’ll only take me and not you. You know how she is with boys.”

“We’re forgetting someone,” Shuichi tilted his cap downwards on his head.

“Yeah, you forgot about me.”

The pair of shrunken friends hadn’t realized it, but someone had been watching them the entire time. Kaede and Shuichi turned and saw Rantaro kneeling on one knee, his arm supporting his weight by resting on his leg. His grassy green eyes were wide with concern.

“A-ahh! A-Amami-kun, how… how much of that conversation did you hear?” Kaede asked, backing away.

“I heard everything,” the green haired boy replied. “If you guys are trying to hide, you aren’t doin’ a very good job of it.”

“Wait! Amami-kun?!” Shuichi yelled up, cupping his hands around his mouth, “can you keep us safe?!”

“You mean like… protection?” Rantaro asked, tilting his head. His hair fell over his face like blowing leaves.

“Yes!”

The giant squinted. “How do I know you two aren’t planning to kill me when I’m not looking?”

“Ugh, HOW will we do that?! Look at us! We’re 4 inches tall!” Kaede yelled up at him.

Rantaro sighed, his breath smelling of minty tea. The shrunken pair was nearly blown away.

“Fair point,” the green haired boy rumbled. He rubbed the back of his neck in annoyance, but extended a palm out to them. “Get on.”

“You… won’t hurt us, right?” Kaede asked. At the end of her statement, she mumbled, “it’d be pretty easy to get away with two kills right now…”

“Kaede!” Shuichi hissed through gritted teeth. The pianist inched away, silencing herself before hesitantly reaching out for the hand in front of her. Rantaro waited there patiently, his eyes twinkling.

“You gonna trust me?”

Kaede looked up at him and gently stepped into his hand. His palm was warm to the touch, his rings shining in the faint light. Shuichi did the same and grabbed her hand to reassure her.

“We’ll trust you.”

Rantaro began to move. Kaede held onto his finger - which could flatten her easily - as the giant brought them up to eye level.

“You guys really are small… gosh, I couldn’t even imagine bein’ all the way down there,” Rantaro mused.

Shuichi shuffled a bit. He was clearly uncomfortable. Kaede took note of this and looked ahead. “Hey; Amami-kun?! Can you do us a favor?!”

“Hmm? What’s that?” Rantaro asked, his voice deep and imposing. It was like that of a deep abyssal echo.

“Can you take us to your room for now?! I think we just need a minute to process everything!”

“Alright,” the giant answered. “Hang on tight, you two.”

And with that, he turned and walked down the hall and towards the door to outside. Kaede, though hesitant, was sure they’d be ok.

We’re counting on you, Amami-kun…

[court-jester-stuff]

I very much agree with this. On one hand i do feel the need to say that we don't know a lot about regulus so he might as well have been a DE out of free will, however he was also born into a family where such believes were normalized. He was raised to believe all of that and its very fair to assume that becoming a DE was more of an expectation then a choice. In the end he also did change, he cared for Kreacher and did what he could to protect him.

What we don't know is if he believed in pureblood supremacy but i feel that's for own interpretation. (Personally, i believe he didn't know better, based on the way he was raised and such.) I believe that if Serius had gotten him out of that house and away from that family when he decided to leave (which preach, good he got out and got a good family) I do think he would've been a good person and been a great asset in the war against Voldy. He was one of the biggest reasons as to how Harry found the horcruxs, say what you want but that teenager died defying the man everyone feared.

On the other hand we have snape, who during his time as a student called his ONLY friend a slur used on people who were (i think?) being actively killed at the time. Snape had no reason to think this way or say what he said, so why did he do it? He insulted his only friend and when she decided to stop being friends with him he got upset. (Besides that he himself was muggleborn, ‘the half blood prince’ dumbass name btw, so why did he do that??)

Besides that, we have the fact that Lily loved James and not Snape. Lily didn't choose James over Snape, she simply chose James, which is a separate matter from Snape having been cruel to her in such a manner. Snape didn't have anything to do with that and yet he despised James for it. So much so that he bullied/treated his, but also her, son unfairly.

On top of that we have the fact that the only reason why he decided to become a spy was because Voldy began targeting Lily, not because he realized he was in the wrong or that the DE’s are bad. He only switched sides for his obsession with Lily. I fully believe that had it not been for Lily that he would’ve been Voldy’s most loyal DE till his death.

I saw someone say that he loved Lily and wasn’t obsessed but that’s not true. I saw someone else (I don’t remember where or who) make a very good point of James and Lily having fitting patronus, a stag and a doe compliment each other. They are their own people, but they work together. Snape had Lily’s doe, why? He doesn’t match her, he HAS her. Weird in my opinion.

On top of being all that, the man was unfair to any students that weren’t in his house, mainly the Gryffindor’s. Neville watched/had his parents be tortured to insanity by Bellatrix and yet she wasn’t the one that walked out of that closet. It was Snape. This teacher was so cruel to a child that he became the thing the kid feared the most. That’s fucked up.

In the first scene we have of him he asks Harry, a boy raised by muggles and who was cut off by any and all types of magic his whole life, an advanced question. Which I’m pretty sure was a trick question cuz the two things were the same, but don’t quote me on that.

Snape wasn’t good. Ever. He had an insane obsession with Lily, she was the sole reason as to why he decided to help the Order. Not because he believed in their beliefs. Snape was a terrible person and most definitely not the hero some make him out to be.

"you can't defend regulus and not defend snape"

actually, yes, i can. watch me.

snape was a child abuser, who regularly insulted, embarrassed and physically injured his students on a daily basis. he only was part of the order bc he had an unhealthy obsession with his childhood bestfriend, who he called a slur on several occasions. who he, on top of trying to kill her husband, didn't care about her child or family until her life was in danger. he only became "good" when the woman who had rejected him several times might have been injured. he was such a terrible teacher and human being, that one of his student's BIGGEST FEAR was him. he was racist and a blood supremecist, even though he was a half a blood himself. he was not "morally gray", he was a horrible person.

regulus black was forced to become a death eater by his family, and in the end, betrayed voldemort and gave up his life to try to end the war. he loved his house elf, and did everything to make sure kreacher made it out alive. he was not an abuser, he was the abused.

so, yes, i can defend regulus and not defend snape.

[musingsofabookworm1]

March 2025 Reads

As we close the door on the month of March, I thought I had dodged any other illness. Wrong! Covid came knocking. So my spring break was spent mainly in bed, but at least, I wasn't so sick I couldn't read.

Impossible Creatures (#1) by Katherine Rundell - 4 stars

     Fantasy is not my normal genre, but a recommendation from a friend got me out of my comfort zone. This is definitely a book that I can recommend to students. And I’ll love recommending it because there is a strong, female character. Mal, on the run, teams up with Christopher upon his arrival on an island full of magical creatures. Said creatures, however, are dying. Some of them at least. And the two are on an adventure to find out why. Fast moving, some illustrations, and a glossary of mythical creatures at the end which, I imagine, is helpful to young readers. 

Havoc by Christopher Bollen - 4 stars

  This book was crazy! A good crazy. Protagonist Maggie is eighty-one years old. She gets her joy, or entertainment,  by trying to “fix” what she views as problems in others’ lives. She has left her life in the United States, and post-Covid, is doing this at a luxury hotel on the shores of the Nile in Egypt.Things are going smoothly until she tries to fix Tess who is at the hotel with her eight-year-old son Otto. I’ll stop there because this is a short, fast read with an ending that was a bit too fast for me. But still a solid read!

Slow Dance by Rainbow Rowell - 3 stars

I like Rowell’s writing. A lot. I just wasn’t a fan of this plot. Not for me. I bought this one kind of on a whim as a cheap ebook. Shiloh and Cary were friends in high school. He left after graduation and joined the Navy. She stayed in their small Nebraska town, got married, had two kids, and is now divorced when Cary returns for a mutual friend’s wedding. Then it’s a will-they-or-won’t-they story. Character driven indeed which is not my favorite. But if you like a love story, this is probably a good one for you as the writing is very good.

Darkly by Marisah Pessl - 4 stars

I absolutely loved Pessl’s book Nightfilm. This is a YA effort which I wasn’t aware of when it showed up as a cheap ebook (it hasn’t been at the library), but it was still a good read. The title is a series of games designed by Louisiana Vede in the 80s. Dia is one of the cult-like followers, and she is one of few teens around the world to get an internship at the company which has gone … dark … since Veda’s death. Secrets abound as the kids arrive on site. This is another fairly fast-moving,well-written read with a high quality ending. This one would be for a more advanced YA reader. Definitely more YA than middle grade. The games Pessl created in this book are detailed and memorable. I look forward to more releases from her in the future. 

Jupiter Rising by Gary D. Schmidt - 5 stars

Speaking of young adult reads, Orbiting Jupiter is one of my favorite YA/middle grade books of all time. When I saw a student reading it a few weeks ago, I remembered I never read the sequel. So I checked it out and charged through its less-than-200 pages in an afternoon. If you like books, you should read Orbiting Jupiter and this one. Emotional. Succinct. Memorable characters. Believable narration and characters. Can’t recommend highly enough. 

A Haunting on the Hill by Elizabeth Hand - 4 stars

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson is a classic. This book apparently takes place at said house. But it didn’t really use much of its inspiration in its plot which was disappointing. However, taking that out of consideration, this was an enjoyable thriller. Protagonist Holly rents said house to write a play based on the story of a woman accused of witchcraft. She invites the few other involved parties to rehearse her masterpiece. But everyone has their own secrets on top of odd things happening in the house and a creepy old neighbor. Satisfying gothic horror with all the hallmarks of the genre present. 

The Abolitionist’s Daughter by Diane C. McPhail - 2.5  stars

Considering the title, one would be led to believe that the abolitionist portion would play a big role in this book. It, sadly, does not. Yes, it does include some plot points regarding Southern abolitionists, but I was hoping for more of the independence of slaves and less of the story of a white woman whose father was an abolitionist. Much better books about the era than this one. 

The Family by S.E. Green - 5 stars

I had this one sitting on my Kindle for awhile. It was short. Really short. 156 pages short! I’ll just disclose that it’s about a mother whose twenty-something daughter returns to her after a five-year absence. The daughter’s actions cause the mother to question even more where she’s been during this time. It’s worse than she could imagine. Too short to say more aside from I loved it: the plot, the narration, the characters. 

Elphie: A Wicked Childhood by Gregory Maguire (Wicked #0) - 3 stars

Gregory Maguire…so smart! With all the hype around the release of the first film, he puts out this book. Genius! People are no doubt going to buy this. But this isn’t for the casual reader. None of Maguire’s books are. His works, though enjoyable, are difficult reads in that his language and sentence structure is advanced compared to most other novels. The book follows Elphaba through her childhood. Her trials and tribulations with her parents, brother, and sister. With the difficulties her skin color brings. And her first taste of the mistreatment of animals that sets her story in motion as she arrives at Shiz. I think my expectations were a little too high as I, too, was riding high on the Wicked movie. I do love most of the series and many of Maguire’s other books, but this one was just average for me. 

Good Dirt by Charmaine Wilkerson - 2 stars

I loved Wilkerson’s novel Black Cake. If you’ve not read it, I highly recommend it. So I was excited for this one. Especially since it has such high reviews on Goodreads. But I’m in the minority. This was so slow-moving. It started off quickly with protagonist Ebby being left at the altar. Then it moves between present, past, and way past. In the past, Ebby’s brother, Baz, is killed in a home invasion. In the way past, Ebby’s enslaved ancestor creates a vase that remains in their family until the invasion. The point of view in the chapters change on a whim. I’m not opposed to multiple narrators, but things were just moving from one character to the next from one time period to the next. But in the same breath, it seemed to drag. I enjoyed Ebby as a character, however, that’s about it.

Sunrise on the Reaping (The Hunger Games #0.5) by Suzanne Collins

It’s kind of unreal that The Hunger Games debuted 17 years ago, but here we are! I forgot about this one being released, and upon remembering, it was $10 off on Amazon. Sold! This installment tells the story of Haymitch Abernathy in the second Quarter Quell. It starts with a bang and doesn’t let up. It moves quite quickly with a mix of new and recurring characters. Readers saw a transformation in Haymitch from when he first appeared in the original trilogy until its end and see a transformation in this book as well. A must for Hunger Games fans!

[jimblejamblewritings]

it just sort of... happened | part 2.

Summary: After Hogwarts is turned upside down after Harry Potter started attending, a new normal DADA professor seems like a Godsend.  

Warnings for the Series: age gap age gap age gap (however reader is of age because anything under deserves jail time no exceptions). student-teacher relationship. slow burn because obviously. smut at some point. honestly nothing else. forbidden love trope BUT ONCE AGAIN of age reader

Pairing: remus lupin x reader eventually, professor!remus x student!reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Sleeping in was a lot better when you knew that you were going to Hogsmeade in the morning. You left Cedric for a brief moment to return to your room for clothes and to drop your cat off in your room. Your roommates cracked jokes and made suggestive comments as you passed them, still wearing the quidditch jersey. Beatrice flopped on your bed to pet your cat.

“Why don’t you two just date? And preferably before the end of this year so I can win the bet.”

“Do Cedric and I look like a couple? I couldn’t imagine snogging him, so weird, ew.”

“Well, I don’t think snogging you would be all that pleasant either.”

You turned at the voice to see your best friend in your room’s open door looking very hurt. Hufflepuff didn’t have the weird spell that stopped the guys from coming to the girls’ dorms— something you thanked the founder for. You tutted in fake pity, going up to him with outstretched arms. He automatically wrapped his arms around your waist.  

“You know I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I’m a great kisser.”

“I’m sure you are, Ced.”

Beatrice gagged, making all of your roommates laugh. “Seriously, get together already. This is nauseating. Now, I think you’re just doing it on purpose to annoy all of us.”

Cedric chuckled and rested his chin on the top of your head. “Just wait a few years, we have a marriage pact.”

The girls’ eyes went wide. “What?! So, you guys are actually dating.”

Even though you couldn’t see him, you could feel your friend scrunch up his nose.

“Ha, no. Just if we’re both thirty-three and single, we’ll get married, have two kids, a cat, a dog, and live in that one village with the tulips that sing good morning. (Y/N) wants babies before thirty-six.”

“Yeah, cause I’m not torturing my body trying to push anything out past that age.”

“Thirty-three versus thirty-six is only three years, who cares?”

“You’re saying that because you have the easy job.”

The other girls simply blinked in bewilderment. It had to be a joke. There was no way that you two weren’t dating. You must have been fucking with the entire school. But at the same time, they had seen your hands up and down a few students’ bodies at parties. And they definitely saw his tongue down someone’s throat once or twice. You guys might have been intense but none of the girls thought you were that type of couple to have an open relationship.

You looked up at your friend as best as you could. “You ready to go?”

“Breakfast special here we come!”

“But, Professor!” A voice sounded as you guys approached the entrance of the school.

“No, Mr. Potter. I’m sorry but it’s final.” Professor McGonagall walked off.

You watched the young Gryffindor start to walk back inside, seeming utterly defeated. Harry stopped looking at his feet to see you and Cedric with his arm around your shoulder.

“Oh, hi, (Y/N).”

“Hi, Harr—”

“Wait, you two know each other?” Cedric interrupted.

“Yeah, I tutor Hermione like every other Wednesday. Why the long face, Potter?”

“My aunt and uncle wouldn’t sign my forms.”

“That’s shit. Sorry, Harry. Do you want anything from Hogsmeade?”

He shook his head with a thank you but you made a note to buy the boy something anyway. Maybe it was because you saw Hermione’s friends through her eyes and how she went on about them, but Harry was such a lovable little brother to you. A host of problems followed him all the time that made you want to strangle him sometimes.

But those weren’t exactly his fault and he was still lovable. He did take your advice to go see if any of the professors were still around. You actually enjoyed talking to your teachers— Professor McGonagall even had weekly afternoon tea with you starting your second year. You figured Harry maybe could pass the time by doing the same.

“You have tea with her?” Harry seemed almost shocked that any student would do that.

You nodded. “Professor McGonagall’s great. She lets you curse when it’s just you and her. She’s like a hip grandma, you should have tea with her at least once.”

Harry was willing to consider it and with that you left him. Three Broomsticks was absolutely packed when you reached but you and Cedric waited all the same for a table. He practically inhaled the new breakfast special while you settled on your usual. Hand in hand, it was Cedric’s turn to buy you something. Rarely, did you two go out without buying something for each other. You naturally had to settle on the shop that sold specifically muggle things.

With great excitement, you held up a pack of glitter pens and a new book. Technically it was an old book. The first book in The Chronicles of Narnia series. You only wanted the first one in case you didn’t like it. But Cedric already prepared himself to come back to Hogsmeade nine weeks in a row to purchase the books until the series was over.

“Hogsmeade, once again, was a success,” you said with glee as you guys made it back to the castle.

The weekend went by too fast. Not exactly fresh like a daisy, you got up earlier than needed to stroll to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Lupin had asked you and a few other students in the older years to show his younger students how to execute spells. He felt that sometimes the students learned better from each other than from him.

“Alright, watch how your fellow students duel against me.”

You stopped mid-yawn when Professor Lupin said that. Immediately, your hand was up in the air.

“Yes, (Y/N).”

“I can’t duel.”

A slight chuckle left his mouth. “I’ve seen all of our students’ scores from years past. You consistently score O’s on everything, even the practice OWLs you all took.”

“Those are books, Professor. I just forget everything in a duel.”

Remus tilted his head slightly, trying to figure out if you were serious or not. When he realized that you weren’t joking, the air around him went back into teacher mode. Remus was actually happy to find such an advanced student that struggled. He saw it as an opportunity to teach his third years with a real-life example. Most of them watched with interest as he coached you through a duel and how to think on your feet.

By the time class ended, you were actually somewhat comfortable helping the third years with their practice duels. You and the elder students were buzzing to each other about his teaching style. Aside from the first time Professor Quirrel taught DADA when you were a first year before that one random professor that took over so he could study abroad in your second year, Lupin was arguably the best teacher. Most third years shared you guys’ sentiments.

Malfoy simply scoffed. “Good? Have you seen the state of his clothes? He dresses like our old house elf.”

Your eyes went wide as the blond boy said that. He had clearly done it when Professor Lupin was walking by. The man looked down at his sweater before walking a bit faster. Your teeth gritted a little. You were almost positive you knew what was going on with your professor. But even if you were wrong, who was Malfoy to say that about another person. You moved to stand in front of it.

“And what business is it to you?”

The boy blinked, not prepared for someone to confront him. Maybe it was because you were three years older than him but Malfoy didn’t scare you one bit. He opened his mouth to speak again but you cut him off.

“No. That wasn’t for you to answer. What business do you have talking about any professor here when you’re here to learn from them? Do you want him fired for his clothes the same way you want Hagrid fired because you were too stupid to approach a hippogriff without listening to his instructions? If you’re so offended, go buy Professor Lupin a new robe, otherwise just shut up. You know you could actually learn something from our teachers if you didn’t act like such a pretentious prick. I hope you grow up from this, Draco.”

His face flushed red while you just walked off. Remus, who wasn’t walking fast enough to be very far away, felt a small smile creep on his face. The last time anyone defended him that passionately was years ago. And even longer since he had been defended without the person knowing of his condition.

He was going to thank you when you got closer to him but you walked right past and into the arms of Cedric who was getting out of his Transfiguration class. Remus didn’t gossip but he definitely agreed with his other students that you two must have been hiding something.

You two were about as subtle as Marlene and Dorcas had been in his day. Either that or were as oblivious as… well, as oblivious as he and Sirius had been until it hit them across the face in sixth year.

He quickly realized that the answer was oblivious as he watched you cheer with the other students for Cedric during the latest quidditch game. Not a single questionable look crossed your face when other girls and boys blew the seeker a kiss which he sometimes returned. Minerva imagined that you two would realize it by this year. Remus had to agree with Flitwick and Pomona that said it was going to be graduation before you guys were aware.

Your cheering grew louder as Cedric caught the snitch. Your best friend was having quite the year at school between becoming a Prefect and helping Hufflepuff win almost all of their matches. You told him such when you met him outside the changing rooms.

“You think?”

“I mean it. You’re on fire this year.”

“You think Cho will notice.”

“Don’t ask me again unless you’re actually planning on asking her out.”

“I wi—”

“You’ve been chickening out since last year. I’m pretty sure she likes you, just go for it.”

“But are we positive?” he asked as you guys continued into the castle, ready to meet your study group you had with some Gryffindors.

“Mmmm, like eighty-five percent sure… I can try to find out if you want but I’m not really friends with her or any Ravenclaws that are friends with h…”

You trailed off when all of Gryffindor seemed to be outside their dorm. The Fat Lady was in a different portrait warning everyone about something. You couldn’t quite make out what it was until you got closer. The gasps that ran through the crowd as she uttered the words Sirius Black was chilling.

The minute Dumbledore instructed teachers and prefects to collect all the students and send them to the Great Hall, you didn’t waste time helping Cedric round up Hufflepuff. He was grateful for the help, he and the other prefects feeling overwhelmed. It was no bother to you. Everyone safe was way more important. You knew at some point an escaped convict was going to be a threat to you.

“Get some rest,” Cedric murmured to you as Professor Lupin handed him once of the cups of warm tea that he brewed for all the prefects that now had to stay up and keep watch while the professors searched the whole castle.

You shook your head before placing it on his shoulder. “If you’re up then I’m up too.”

Wordlessly, Cedric handed you his cup of tea to drink as he patted your back in thanks. The Great Hall started to be miserable for the small group of students that had to stay up. Every so often, a professor would return to make sure nothing happened before disappearing again to continue searching for Sirius Black.

The prefects chose to take naps in short rounds. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff kept watch while Slytherin and Ravenclaw napped then vice versa. Each time Hufflepuff was up, you instructed Cedric to wake you up with him so he wasn’t on duty alone. Eventually, you all took turns with only one House staying up at a time. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander over to Harry who looked to be sleeping somewhat soundly in his sleeping bag.

It wasn’t lost on you, or anyone you imagined, that Sirius was looking for him. Everyone knew the story. It always confused you. How could a man betray his best friends to such an evil wizard? And you weren’t sure how much your parents actually knew about the situation but they traveled the same pureblood circles. If what they heard was correct then not only did Sirius betray his friends but now he wants to finish the job and kill his godson?

The thought of any of that being true shook you. Even if you were being tortured, you didn’t think you could ever betray your roommates or Cedric in such a horrible way.

Percy got up from sitting next to you and Cedric when Dumbledore and Snape came over. Cedric was asleep but you found that you couldn’t even when you were cuddled up with him. You decided to listen intently since you had nothing better to do in the dead of night. Somehow, you weren’t surprised that Sirius Black wasn’t in the castle anymore. If he managed to escape from Azkaban then of course a night at Hogwarts wasn’t going to be difficult at all. Percy went to make the rounds again with the other prefects.

Snape lowered his voice as if he wanted only Dumbledore to hear. If you weren’t trying to eavesdrop you could have laughed. Of course he would stand by Hufflepuff. Snape somehow believed that on the off chance a student was up, no one in your house would say anything.  

“Do you remember our talk before the term?” he asked. “You don’t find it impossible for Black to have entered the castle without help. I expressed my concern about you appointing Lu—”

“I don’t believe he had any help, Severus,” Dumbledore sharply cut him off.

While no one could forget sleeping in the Great Hall the next morning, you couldn’t forget Snape and Dumbledore’s conversation. He must have been talking about Professor Lupin. Only one person’s name on staff started with a ‘Lu’. But you didn’t know why.

What did Professor Lupin possibly have to do with Sirius Black? They seemed to be around the same age but so was Professor Snape and you knew he had nothing to do with the escaped convict. Maybe you should have dropped it but curiosity got the better of you.

“Professor, do you have any old yearbooks?” you asked McGonagall at your weekly tea. “I want to find pictures of my parents.”

“That wall over there has all of them. Have fun trying to find their year.”

You nodded as you strolled over. You weren’t looking for your dad’s school years or your mom’s school years. You just needed a single yearbook at the time that Sirius Black went to school. Your search wasn’t even hard. The moment you found a book with him in it was the moment you found your answer. There was a picture of him and three other boys. They signed the page with the picture of them sitting on the pier at the lake on campus.

Your favorite students. You’re stuck with us for three more years. Have a nice summer! ~ The Marauders (James, Remus, Peter, and Sirius)

Even if they didn’t sign their names, the scar that ran across his nose and the two smaller ones by his jaw were easily recognizable. Professor Lupin had been friends with Sirius Black. And from the looks of it, they had been as close as you and Cedric. You finished tea with McGonagall, not sure of what to do with your new found information. You sat on it for more than a month and had no answer.  

You still didn’t know when it was time for his class. It was impossible to just outright say that you knew the truth but you felt that it was important to do something and preferably before you all left for winter break in the upcoming week. You managed to push the thought aside long enough to focus in class. For the past three weeks, you guys had been learning about patronuses. Professor Lupin asked you all to write down your happiest memories in an essay. He asked you guys to study the history and practice of patronuses as much as possible. And he had warned you all about how difficult the subject can be. Now, it was time to put it into practice and try casting the spell.

“Of course, only a few of you will produce corporeal patronuses this year and even fewer today or tomorrow or the next week. If that happens, I want you to know that you have the makings of being a powerful witch or wizard. If not, that is okay. We will congratulate our fellow students and work harder. As long as you can cast the charm, corporeal or not, it will be an O in my book. Wands at the ready.”

Remus moved all the desks to the sides of the room so you all could stand in the middle. He was tired. He was already asking Snape to cover for all his classes but he couldn’t skip on his fifth years. Not when they were about to learn patronuses.

So, despite being on edge for tonight’s full moon, Remus tried to be enthusiastic for his fifth years. He needed practice pulling it together anyway. After Harry got attacked by dementors during a quidditch match, he had chosen to teach the young boy what he was teaching you guys. He couldn’t skip that lesson just because of his condition. Not when it literally involved the boy’s life.    

“Now, remember. If you are unfortunate enough to ever face a dementor, they are stronger than the boggarts you all faced in third year. Your focus on happy thoughts will need to be even stronger.”

You all moved to comfortable spots in the room, not having to worry about being in each other’s way since the spell was harmless to other people. Lots of wands didn’t produce even a bit of light. Professor Lupin praised students anyway. You were sure that between his praises and all of you shouting the spell, anyone walking by the class could probably hear you. You grinned when a bit of light came from your wand, spurring you on and making you want to try again.

“Alright, let’s take a short break. Everyone go get some water, use the restroom. Feel free to grab chocolate or something from the desk. We’ll try again in about five minutes or so.”

Some students left the room, others simply flopped onto the floor not needing water or the restroom. You strolled over to Professor Lupin’s desk to look at what snacks he had in the basket that he kept on his desk for students. A pleasant surprise of apples greeted you. You grabbed two of them and went back to Cedric who sliced them up with magic and popped a slice in his mouth. You also ate a few slices before finding yourself in a fake duel with your friend. The two of you were never calm during breaks. Practical magic always had you pumped up until class was over.

“We might as well practice,” Cedric suggested.

Break still wasn’t over yet but neither of you minded.

“Together?”

“Together. But don’t laugh if I can’t do it.”

“Promise I won’t. Okay, on three… Expecto Patronum!”

Remus almost dropped the square of chocolate that he had unwrapped. It wasn’t even the fact that both you and Cedric casted corporeal patronuses. He did say that few students would be able to, some even that day. And he didn’t doubt that you two who were arguably his best students would be the ones to do it. But he didn’t expect two matching dapple grey horses to come sprouting out of your wands— yours a mare and Cedric’s a stallion.

The entire class watched two matching horses trot around the room with each other while you and Cedric simply cheered. Remus walked over to the two of you, still in a bit of shock.

“Well done, can I ask which of your happy memories you thought of?”

“Singing in the Rain,” you both said at the same time, immediately turning your heads to look at each other with some of the largest grins that Remus had ever seen.

The answer was satisfactory enough but he needed to know the entire context. It was during the spring break of second year. One of Cedric’s aunts married a muggle and his job had placed them temporarily in America. They said he could bring a friend and you were the first person he thought of.  

“Professor, have you ever spent a month and half in New York?” Cedric asked.

“I can’t say I have.”

“Well, I couldn’t even tell you what all we did. This one,” Cedric pointed at you. “Signed us up for a Broadway class that was three days a week for the entire trip. I didn’t know that many musicals existed.”

“And Singing in the Rain is your favorite?”

“Oh, no. But the day we got back to London, we stopped at a cafe that was playing it and it actually started raining. (Y/N) dragged me outside an— Did you actually just make it rain?”

You shrugged. “You remember it right?”

“I can’t forget it if I wanted to.”

The happiness on both of your faces as you sang and danced to the song with quills transfigured into umbrellas made it evident to Remus about how it was easy to conjure a proper corporeal patronus. Even with the rain all cleaned up and the classroom returned to normal, the smiles had yet to fade away. It was remarkable. But still, he had never seen matching patronuses with people that weren’t in love. Even unrequited love was still love. You and Cedric were actually a rarity to him.

It could have been a coincidence. Many people had the same patronus. There were only so many animals in the world. He voiced such when you asked him after class how common it was for friends to have the same patronus,

“However, it is still pretty rare. You two must be very very close.”

“Oh, totally. I mean we have dual custody over Bennett, legally binding.”

“Bennett?”

“My cat.”

Remus just nodded. Dual custody over a cat wasn’t the strangest thing he had heard but it was definitely on the list of oddball ideas. You reached back into the snack basket to take a square of chocolate. If you didn’t say anything now then you were never going to say anything to Professor Lupin.

“Professor, do you have time to talk?”

“Of course, I was only going to brew myself some tea so I’m all yours.”

“Do you make it like Professor McGonagall?”

“Do you know how she makes it?” He asked with a raised brow.

“Same way ever since we’ve been having tea after sc—”

“You have tea with her? Minnie still won’t take tea with me, you think she’d be over that one prank by now.” Remus’ eyes widened. “Don’t you dare repeat that nickname.”

“Too late. It’s ingrained in my memory. Minnie, she actually let you call her anything other than Professor?”

“We were her favorites,” he said with a shrug.

“Do you think she’d let me call her Minnie?”

“Probably not. Would you like some tea?”

You nodded and followed him to his office. Professor Lupin’s office definitely looked like it belonged to him. It was rather sparse. Aside from two armchairs and a loveseat he had on one side for hosting meetings and bookshelves, there was nothing else there but the door that led to his chambers. Professor McGonagall’s office had all sorts of personal touches to it including a rather nice rug that you liked to sit on sometimes. Maybe it was because she’s been at Hogwarts so long?

You accepted the tea from Lupin who thought it would be better to let you fix your own tea the way you like it. You took a few sips to calm your nerves, realizing that you were stupid but it was too late to leave. If he was helping Sirius and you confronted him, what was going to happen to you? He could probably kill you right now and cover it up. Shakily, you set the cup back on the saucer.

“Professor, I overheard Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore when we were trying to sleep.”

“Whatever they said about Sirius Black shouldn’t worry you. The school is safe, we wouldn’t let anything happen to students. We would send you home if it was too dangerous.”

“That wasn’t exactly what I was worried about.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Professor Snape… he’s concerned you’re helping Sirius into the castle to try and kill Harry because you were friends.”

The words ran together that Remus almost didn’t understand you. He could scoff at Severus’ insinuation. He knew the man hated him because of his condition. But to lie about helping a murderer was ridiculous. Did he forget that Remus was friends with James and Lily too? With three of the four Marauders either dead or in prison, Remus had put that part of his past behind him. He never acknowledged out loud because sometimes the memories were painful enough on a sad day. But now he owed an explanation. His hearing picked up on the racing in your heartbeat.

“I’m not going to hurt you, (Y/N). Yes, I was friends with Sirius but that was a long time ago.”

You let Professor Lupin explain his complicated relationship with both James and Sirius feeling a bit better. Maybe he was lying but you suspected he wasn’t. The way he talked about both of them felt like there was a lot of sadness behind it. You decided that he was telling the truth and you were going to disregard Professor Snape’s statement. Something caught your eye as you set your half-empty cup of tea on the small table. If it didn’t state the Marauders’ Map right on it, you would have just thought it was another random piece of parchment. The name was familiar.

It hit you at once. That was the signature in McGonagall’s yearbook. But instead of seeing James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter on the map, you saw some strange nicknames. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. Maybe because your nickname for Cedric was simply Ced but you thought the nicknames were weird. However, one did confirm your suspicions that you had been having for a while.

“Do you have any other questions?” Professor Lupin asked.

You noticed him look out the window of his office as he waited for you to answer. He must have been checking how much longer the sun would be out. It was winter, the moon came out earlier than usual.

“You miss class because you’re a werewolf, don’t you?”

Remus choked on his tea. He already knew by the time he spluttered out a no that it wasn’t a convincing lie. After moments of staring at each other, he gave in and asked how you knew.

“It wasn’t terribly hard to figure out if you know what to look for. I’m not going to tell anyone, Professor. I just wanted to know if it was true.”

Remus hesitantly nodded. You pulled a notebook out of your bag.

“My aunt got bit by a werewolf. I could give you her contact or write an owl if you want, it might be nice to talk about it with someone.”

Remus looked down at the notebook to see a bunch of scribbles that looked like various recipes. The words modified wolfsbane stuck out to him.

“It’s why I’m thinking of being a healer,” you admitted. “I think I’d like teaching more but I want to help my aunt. I’ve been trying to figure out how to make the wolfsbane more efficient… and also not taste like complete shit.”

Your professor chuckled at that. “It does taste awful. When you say make it more efficient?”

“So it doesn’t take more than one potion to work. Taking several vials leading up to the full moon seems like a burden. My aunt’s forgotten a couple of times. If we didn’t go through the proper precautions, people could’ve gotten hurt. It’d also be nice if it could help with the fatigue afterwards but I don’t know if I have the skill to do that.”

“That is admirable. They stopped trying to improve wolfsbane after they made it work. It just wasn’t worth it.”

“I’d be happy to give you some if I ever figure it out.”

“Thank you (Y/N), that is very kind of you.”

You pointed to the map, specifically Remus’ nickname. He laughed as you questioned how no one but Lily ever figured out growing up with a nickname as obvious as that. She had said the same thing to the Marauders when she found out the truth.

“But you are wrong,” Remus started. “Minnie knew. Only Dumbledore had to know but she figured it out immediately.”        

“So… if you used to call Professor McGonagall Minnie… Can I call you Moony then?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Not even at tea?” You held up your now empty cup.

“No.”

“What if I put Professor in front of it? Professor Moony. Please, please.”

“Fine I guess.”

“Hmm. Remus Lupin… Lupi, Lupes, nah. Rem, Remmy. Ooh I like that one. What about Professor Remmy?”

“Now you’re pushing it, (Y/N). And why I would love to continue this conversation, I do have to prepare.”

You immediately jumped up. “Thank you for the tea. Have a good time, Professor Moony!”

Remus shook his head as you walked out. Something told him he was going to regret letting you call him that. He was already anticipating that Cedric would be calling him that by next week and soon probably everyone else. Oh, well. The damage had already been done. He would have to get used to Moony instead of Lupin. You suddenly popped back into his office.

“Oh and have a happy Christ— do you celebrate Christmas? Okay, then have a happy Christmas!”

(Part 3)

[hanizmiyu]

1. Does your OC have parents or family in the AU? If not, what is their current living situation?

Yuuka

She have parents, older brother and his wife,two older sisters and a twin brother. They have large age gaps between her and her siblings so she only live with her twin and parents :3 (All her older siblings alr have a job)

Niz

She have parents,3 older sisters and a cat. Shes usually alone at home cause her parent is busy and all of her sisters studies at college.

2. What are their thoughts on Quartz?

"Quartz? Who? Oh the girl around Azul? Shes pretty and seem nice! I have been seeing her around him alot lately!"

Yuuka is bad at recognizing people and definitely bad at reading someones intentions she thought Quartz have a crush on Azul.

"Quartz? Eh idk..The way she acted is suspicious..not like im one to say..."

Niz often lurk in vent so she have seen Quartz in the act, she remains quiet about it though

3. What is their thoughts and relationship with Azul? How did they meet Azul?

"I don't like how he just say things that come to his mind without caring about what people think! Thats not nice!! There is a charm to that though.."

They meet during music class,Azul make a comment about her singing that upset her so shes been chasing him going "You cant just do that!" At some point she realized hes not that bad and start having a liking to him (cringe /j💀)

"I dont like him his lashes is cuntier then mine,i want to rip them out"

Niz saw him through the vent thats all to it.

4. What are their relationships with other characters/OCs?

Yuuka

Epel - childhood friend

Niz - neighbour/best friend

Idia:"Ah that popular girl? I rather not be seen around her..too bright its relentlessly smothering"

Azul: "She shouldnt sing song that have high pitch it didnt suit her but her voice is good for classical songs"

Silver: "Shes a kind person, i always see her helping other people"

She have a good reputation

Niz

Yuuka - best friend

Silver:"She take care of the small animal around the school and always ask me for acisstance. Shes a nice person."

Idia:"Niz? Oh shes nice i think? She have always taking care of the cats around the school and she even give me the permission to pet them wheeheee~ shes..a bit unsettling though feels like shes always watching.."

Azul: "Who?"

Rizy( belongs to @rizdoodles ) : "Oh shes nice." (She want her dead)

Shes not popular but is known for taking care of cats at school.

5. What grade/year is your OC?

Yuuka - Second year (17)

Niz - Second year (16)

6. What is your OCs goal for the school year or in life?

Yuuka - "Getting good grades!"

Niz - "Being alive? Nah idk"

7. Your OC is being framed for murder of another student by Quartz, how does your OC react to that? Does your OC know it's Quartz?

Yuuka - She will not know who framed her. "Justice will prevail" she will just follow the police. (Will get bailed out mom own a big company)

Niz - Mysteriously dissapear. She know its Quartz (she lurk in vent remember?) Gonna curse her with black/forbidden magic

8. Your OC notices Quartz carrying a weapon in her skirt pocket. That's strange since the female school uniforms don't have skirt pockets. Does your OC report this?

Yuuka:" Self defense is normal ! I need to ask her how she get the pocket though..cause i want it too..."

Niz: "Having a pocket will be very convenient im gonna do the same."

9. Where is your OC usually with or at during school? Classes? With Azul? Skipping class? Where do they eat lunch?

Yuuka - With Niz / Epel / Azul, in class,art club,lunch with Niz at the courtyard

Niz - With Yuuka /Silver / Idia, gymnasium backdoor with the cats, janitor room,corner of the art room, air vent, on the roof,actual rooftop,on a tree,in the walls, at the top of any building

10. How are your OC's grades?

Yuuka - higher than average

Niz - top 10 student

Gonna do the next part next lol

(No Yan Sim AU) Questions for OCs! + Quartz and other characters' lore

You don't have to do these if you don't want to! You can write and answer how ever you want (3rd person or as the OC)

These answers are just examples and they also give lore to other TWST characters in the AU

1. Does your OC have parents or family in the AU? If not, what is their current living situation?

Riddle currently lives with his mother. Because of her influence, he is the strictest in the student council (which consists of the dormleaders.)

2. What are their thoughts on Quartz?

[You can yap about it here since I already used Quartz as an example in the fourth question]

3. What is their thoughts and relationship with Azul? How did they meet Azul?

Jade is Azul's right hand man. He assists Azul with a lot of student council work and is mostly by his side with Floyd. They are friends from their middle school days and up to their highschool days (although the three of them won't admit it).

Jade found Azul's hardwork and scheming nature very exciting so he and his brother always stayed by Azul's side to see what fun events would happen.

4. What are their relationships with other characters/OCs?

[They are speaking about Quartz as example]

Floyd: "Who again?"

Floyd doesn't really acknowledge Quartz since she's so quick out of his sights. Genuinely believes there isn't a person named that but is suspicious.

Jade: "Oh, that shy girl? She's a little funny."

Definitely suspicious of Quartz but they don't interact much so he has no other information about her. He probably needs to be more skillful when studying her.

Riddle: "Quartz?.. Uh.. I-I don't recall who that is."

Quartz rarely interacts with Riddle.

Ace: "Ah? You mean that girl who's always so weird? I've seen her watch Azul. Pffftt! Do you think she likes him?"

He notices her sometimes because he thinks her appearance is a little flashy.

Idia: "I-Isn't she one of Azul's admirers?... She's the shy type right? She's a little strange though.. Sometimes she takes photos of me! W-Wait.. Maybe she's into me instead?! EEEKK!! H-HOW SCARY!!"

Completely misunderstands Quartz's actions but he's quick to know how weird her actions are. He stays away from her if Azul isn't present.

5. What grade/year is your OC?

Azul, Jade, and Floyd are all 2nd years (17).

Leona has been held back so he is still 20.

6. What is your OCs goal for the school year or in life?

Quartz wishes to kill Azul 🙏

7. Your OC is being framed for murder of another student by Quartz, how does your OC react to that? Does your OC know it's Quartz?

Floyd is jumping her.

8. Your OC notices Quartz carrying a weapon in her skirt pocket. That's strange since the female school uniforms don't have skirt pockets. Does your OC report this?

Riddle is absolutely reporting that! He's calling the cops and everything 🫡🫡🫡

9. Where is your OC usually with or at during school? Classes? With Azul? Skipping class? Where do they eat lunch?

Quartz is always in class but she'll come right before the bell rings since she was.. busy. She doesn't have a particular place she goes to all the time. She's never in one spot.

Quartz's lunch spot varies because she's always spying but her usual spot is in the courtyard.

Riddle is assigned being a hall monitor so he usually watches the halls when he is able to. He usually eats lunch with Trey and Cater.

Leona is always found napping under trees and skipping his classes. Ruggie manages to find him and give him his lunch from the cafeteria.

Rook is watching you.

10. How are your OC's grades?

Deuce tries, ok. (Awful)

[booksandchainmail]

Pale 9.5

“You’re more opinionated than you were for a lot of the Blue Heron stuff.  We should talk to the Others?  Get that help?”

I think this is a setting thing. Snowdrop was very out of her element in a practitioner school environment, where the assumption was that Other were secondary to the human students, not independent actors. Back in Kennet, Snowdrop not only has more agency, but also friends and a place in the world outside of the girls

On the top of the streetlight was a woman, hair white, back ramrod straight, head, neck, and arms the only skin that was visible with everything else she was wearing, her skin with all the colors of a sunset at the edge of becoming evening.

Crooked Rook! Eager to meet her, though "let's spy on the meeting" is maybe not the best first impression

“You need to tell us about these feelings, Ken,” Edith said. “I’m not the kind of guy who complains about every ache, pain, and strange sensation. Trust me, if I did, you’d never hear the end of it.”

not the time for the town of Kennet to try and be all toughguy!

The Monty security camera followed their movements, the lens replaced with a crimson eye that drooled blood from the gaps where it didn’t quite fit into the rectangular aperture.  A jagged, vein-draped leg raised and waved.

I like how a lot of their techniques are basically from a horror movie

“What’s this noise!?” a man shouted. The goblin on Verona’s shoulder ducked behind her hair.  Others didn’t try so hard to hide.

Is the plan just to hit him with Jabber so he won't remember them later? Hardly discreet, but at least it will cover identities. And I'm assuming the girls are wearing their masks.

And the people.  Which might include the Others.  Roughly sixteen officers smiled in strained ways and turned their heads to track Jabber. 

some quick googling says that for 5,000 people (Kennet population), Canada has around 10 cops. That data was from 2017, so maybe a couple more would have been added, but still. 16 in the precinct at one time, they are calling in heavy resources.

Verona wasn’t sure how she felt.  More and more, she was getting the impression she was naturally packing away all the emotion to digest for later  Or so she could have a surprise blow-up where it all came out at once, depending.

good to see Verona's recognized this about herself

“What the hell?” Verona asked.  “He’s not an Other anymore?”

possession of some kind?

But why the bridge of the nose, why hands, why wrist?  It was a weird assortment.

and also apparently the chest. My first thought was the key points diagrammed in 8.2 extra (brow and heart, ie awareness and health), but that wouldn't explain hands or wrists. Maybe a puppet thing? Metaphorical wires cutting up the wrists? Maybe the nose is an ingress point? Or egress.

“Malfaca, calfaca!” Jabber cheered, arms thrust over his head.

ok, the things Jabber is saying definitely have meaning. I had been wondering that from "Quororum" earlier. "Malfaca" is pretty close to malfacais (portugueuse), or from latin "mal facere", both meaning "to do bad". Don't know if calfaca is just riffing on the sound or if it has another meaning. Maybe from calo (to loosen) or calens (hot)? And quororum sounds like a twist on quorum

The entire feeling of the room changed as Jabber fell over. No more strained laughing, no more choked giggles.

well fuck. Hopefully if they get him going again quickly everyone will forget?

Her hands became normal as those scars joined the scribble-like mass.  It moved like an insect, darting across the floor on legs made of scars, slipping into a gap between computer and cubicle.

kinda reminds me of montague

Verona leaned further into the corner as two officers found their feet and walked by, talking. “Ughh. I’m too tired for this. What were we talking about?”

looks like aftereffects from Jabber keep them from questioning why they were laughing/falling over/pissing themselves.

The meaty red stuff inside that youth resembled Edith’s. Frankensteined together. The oldest person who’d been on that bench, with badly cut blond hair and sunglasses pushed up to the hairline. Verona could hear the parasite moving around the cubicle.  She put distance between herself and it. Two different kinds of Other.

That complex spirit did a good job of staying hidden

Backing right up into the clutches of the third.  A big cop who had her in a headlock.

HOW MANY OF THESE GUYS ARE THERE

Lucy fought and struggled where she could, but most of her focus was on alleviating the stress on her neck.

I hope this doesn't put strain on Lucy's choice not to carry more knives

There was a noise to Verona’s right.  She readied another chalk strike.  Except it was Biscuit, very interested in McKay now.

If this doppelganger works mainly through substance abuse problems, that's an overlap with Tod work. I wonder how he gets the drugs to begin with? Or if he's acquired his original's issues, he might be a fit for a Barney.

She threw a spell card instead. The flash illuminated the room, bright and blinding. Right in the woman’s face. And Avery was there, stepping out from a cubicle door, tackling the woman a few paces away from Jabber, black rope around her hand.

teamwork! The black rope is really useful for Avery to be a free roaming flanker, all the others have to do is disrupt vision and she can pop up our of nowhere as reinforcements

“It’s a collection of traits,” Verona said.  “Scars all across the hands, a fancy watch, something wrong with the nose, something at the upper chest.” “A tattoo,” Avery said. “I saw. It peeled away from her collarbone.”

oh that's neat. I wonder how someone like that gets started? Seems specific enough that I think it had a single person as an origin, rather than a pattern. Maybe starting out as a practitioner making a copy of themself to carry out a task, which fades after completing it but maintains enough self to keep these signifiers?

“Looking at her cleavage, Ave?” Verona asked, standing on the spot, slowly turning.

lol

Lucy hesitated, then pulled out the watch they’d taken from the Transient camp.  She slapped it onto her wrist.

coincidence, or was it meant as protection against this Other?

John had a bit of Alexander’s eyes, now, maybe.  He got something from everyone he killed.  Clear sight, even in conditions like that.  It made sense.

huh, I'd forgotten that

“I order you to be bound, then, my first declaration,” Lucy told him.  They were heavy words.  “I really wish you’d cooperated.”

I think this is the first time the girls have bound an Other.

“Intruder of this town, coward, you ran and hid because you knew you had no right to be here.  In the name of Kennet, as Kennet’s practitioner, for the third time, I order you bound.”

I do love the phrasing used in the practice

“Peyton.  Friend of Gabe.”

oh, the younger girl he had a weird thing about. Hope she's doing ok.

Juvenile file.  Incidents… every three days.  Same group of kids.  Same charges of loitering, causing a commotion, light vandalism…

Influence from the Carmine Beast? Or something more involved? The vandalism makes me think they could be trying diagrams

Peyton shook her head.  “I don’t remember.  How embarrassing is that?  It was a bit weird, that they wanted to hang out with someone young like me, but kinda cool too?  But we keep getting into trouble and I keep telling myself I should stop spending time with them.”

that's bad! Others trying to make her become Other? Or just feeding off her in some way. Reminds me a bit of what happened to Clem as a kid. McKay said "Body thieves, life thieves", which maps to the parasite and to the cop, but I don't know where the youth falls.

“There’s a reason they had Charles tell us what the barrier does,” Lucy said, watching.  “So he could leave stuff out.”

oooh. If she's waiting until Montague's hour to talk, I'm guessing surveillance? And if so is that new, because if there was surveillance from the beginning that makes me suspicious that we haven't heard about it picking up the Carmine Beast's murder.

“There are other functions. Not fully intact, but they can fix that or put power into that. Maybe Montague could make it happen. Shutting off the natural of spirits and things within Kennet. It would limit our practice pretty badly.”

or that. Being able to shut off the girls at any point is tricky. Especially because I don't think that would impact most Others.

“She- it was a woman, it might have been Edith, but Lis’s voice sounds like hers sometimes, and Maricica can be tricky, and I don’t know… She also said that they don’t need to worry about us in the long term,” Lucy said, watching the spectacle, while Avery ignored it and watched Lucy. She changed the tone of her voice, intoning, “Rough quote, we can’t keep them from living long, full lives, with the oaths we swore, but one way or another, if it takes the barrier or something else, we’ll either manage them or be rid of them, so be patient.”

welp. My money's on Edith or Maricica, Lis is too new to be an authority/expert figure in the group. And those two are the most suspicious to begin with.

“No.  Rook showed up, but I was keeping an ear out.  Nothing.  But that’s telling, isn’t it?  That nobody spoke up against it?”

wonder what John would have said, if he'd been there?