#and i knew that if i opened this and read it i wouldnt be able to control myself id sit down for at least twenty minutes making a response

[ikilledamanforthisurl]

Minami anon x5 YEAH FOR REAL to everything….. The way Majima treats his men is very. Hrm. I saw a good essay about it before regarding how Majima after going through the abuse he's faced only Knows / understands how to project that same sentiment with the most obvious example being Nishida who has almost like a looney tunes esque dynamic with him. And how that later goes on to talk about Majima associating Minami who is extremely clearly trying to emulate him with Sagawa + Shimano which led to like the disconnect in their relationship. Idk if ive tldlred that very well but yeah. It was very Majima centric though which makes me wish it talked abt more how Minami views the situation because again I do very much think it’s just a case of Minami wanted to do Somebody and he ultra latched onto the first person he saw that was That. Very like duckling following the leader. He most likely has no idea what the hell baggage Majima has and just continues viewing this act he's put on in such a glamourised revered light. The Cycle Of hell continues and continues forever. I feel like you could even make an argument Abt the like never wanting to accept defeat thing as another emulation of Majima who like very famously Just Keeps Trucking Along and Never Lets Up. Also so real about the tidbit abt the junior leader like it really just feels like something they made up out of the blue but it’s fine it’s just his now……. I agree that Minami very much does not give me like patriarch vibes I feel like nothing about him screams a person who wants to *the* most important- Its why I word it as like Minami wants to be SOMEBODY, but not the somebody who has all of the responsibilities and the stress that comes with being in the super hardcore major leagues- again, going back, a very sort of Immature or Young person kind of attitude to have. Also okay I thought it was both kinda hilarious and sad How the guys in the karaoke scene didnt want to be there 😭😭😭 really just feels like they were Dragged along because “why not” / because Minami is seemingly more carefree about things. I'd love to see him interact w just like the normal ppl of kamurocho or if he like worked at the construction site with his fellow coworkers like are they immediately put off or find him annoyingly pleasant enough. Idk if i have anythin to say abt it but i also LOVE ur tags and the idea of Minami putting himself through hell willingly to be as strong as majima garghghgghghg….. also its okay if ur actually sick for real like w a cold I hope u get better soon !!! Ironically i also have a minor cold so JWJJDJDEJ

we are so back......... you and me anon... we are both sick in the exact same ways (brainrot included)

I looooove the terrible recycling dynamic of abuse from Majima to his men and that sounds really evil but i mean like. its an extremely interesting and Real Thing to portray (completely on accident!) and explore. and i can't even act like i'd be better if i were him sometimes. i know damn well his boys are incompetent (everyone on earth is) and/or pains in the ass (definitely Aratani, probably Minami, but he dont mean it) and physical violence is part of their way of life in this fictionalised mega-gang. in a twisted way violence is more than just that, it's the solution to everything, it's the crux of everything, it's care for those who need to be able to stick up for themselves to survive and it's also a burden by way of Fighting Game Protagonist Syndrome. at the end of the day the abuse is still abuse, but you see some interesting perspectives with this kind of framework in that world..... including folks who'd enthusiastically participate in the looney-tunes Slapsticked role, like my take on Minami. Nishida too, but i don't think he's enthusiastic, just begrudgingly accepting of things...

i know the EXACT post youre talking about and i completely understand being Majima-focused in these kinds of rants cause he's the one with all the interesting shit going on and yknow. canonical character depth...... i try my best to not get sidetracked but Majima intrigues me as much as the people around him.... they made him and his relationships both fun and fascinating. to keep it Minami ways you'd probably be saying some real no-shit-sherlock shit "wow that's so tragic for him" or you'd get into HC and made up shit territory, like me ^_^ teehee

Speaking of Aratani, i think he's a good example of someone who actually wants the patriarch seat. the pursuit of power is like his whole deal. Gets considerable focus and text(dialogue) acknowledgement. Minami's whole deal is being goofy, he just also so happens to have considerable power both physically and in the yakuza hierarchy..... bullshit as his role may very well be......... and it's only barely noticed. the pros of being a joke i spose. he's treated, and acts, too nonchalant to give me the impression of gunning for the top. with the existence of other Majimagumi men like Aratani to compare, that just exasperates it for me. he wants to be cool, and that's all

and yknow what..... the fun thing is...... is that Majima gets stories told about him. they get told all over. so much so that resident under-rock-dweller Kiryu hears about them. Minami doesn't know shit from fuck about his boss but i bet he eats those stories the fuck up. true or not, Majima's prowess speaks volumes on it's own... he's the Boss for a Reason..... stories get told about people who Matter. he'd totally be all over that. Wanna Be Somebodyism is terminal and it's got him by the balls. too bad he's not destined to be anybody more than a side character in this series!

oh well..... that's what i'm here for. side characters come get your heads smacked hands kissed and existence acknowledged, possibly all three if you're silly enough

[gamblersdoll]

izuku being a creep by taking way more notes about you. i mean, he writes notes about everyone and everything, but you? could be the most interesting thing you didnt even realize about yourself.

he could know about the beauty mark on your sternum, your back, or behind your ear. you wouldnt be able to know since you never really paid attention to that stuff.

or the fact that when it gets a tad bit humid, your hair curls or puffs up just a tad, and certain parts arent even. okay, you could know that, but the unevenness you wouldnt.

or maybe the fact that you smell of faint strawberry fanta, (it being your bodywash.) okay, that was a bit weird. because only you are in your bathroom. maybe it was just the fragrance was potent.

what threw you off was when he left his notes open, giving you access to look through them. (he permitted you to have access since you needed them for class.) yet, he knows what panties you wear, and how the smell after you wear them.

your heart lurches into your throat.

“no foul odor, unlike some. distance of smell of sweat and fabric. its a nice sweat-musk smell!” its written, okay. maybe it wasnt about you, but definitely someone. this was borderline creepy, so you switch to the next page.

“y/n’s bra’s smell like sweat and a fruity scent after a hard day’s work. maybe its her perfume, but it smells so good.” your eyes read, swallowing thickly and biting the inside of your cheek.

what the fuck was izuku saying? theres no way he was a peeping tom, this had to be a set up for him.

little did you know, he had been watching you shower for a good couple on months. he loves the way soap trails down your skin, onto the hood of your clit and down your lips.

he loves the way the soap gets a sheer of your plump asscheeks, watching you take your washcloth and cleanse the area and cheeks. he has to bite his knuckles to not moan, to not growl and give himself away. he tried so hard to not bust in and bend you over.

he loves the fact you also go commando.. alot. loves how you have your own pair of boxers to let your pretty cunt breathe— or just not wear panties to bed. he also loves how grumpy you get on the days before, or during your period.

god, those days make him go crazy. he tries to not take you and rub your body into his form.

and what else makes him crazy? ovulation. you get the need to breed, to be fucked so relentlessly to where you need to be dumbified.

he knows way too fucking much, considerably the fact that he has more eyes and ears than anyone knew.

[mistywaves98]

REQUESTING A PART TWO FOR SIREN SCARA? U GOT ME ADDICTED I LOVE HIM HES SO PERFECT <3333

Maybe he can turn into a human on land? I wouldnt mind hiding him from some hunters just for him to find us in our room/boat later <3

I've so many asks begging for more siren! Scara lmao, but I can't blame any of you, he is perfect 🙏🏻🙏🏻

✧･ﾟ:* ->Siren! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Pet name is used twice ('little captain'), Brief fingering, Sub! Reader, Dom! Character!

That old hag of a sea witch was pretty sketchy, but at least he can traverse land freely now, is what Scaramouche thought to himself as he cautiously practiced walking for the first time on the shoreline. So this is how humans move about everyday? Scaramouche figured that being able to zip around beneath the waves was much more efficient, but he would have to get used to these legs for a while if he was hoping to meet you again.

Despite having a human lower half, that didn't change the fact he still retained most of his sirenic features. And of course that was bound to be a nuisance. And a nuisance it was as Scaramouche found himself being persued by a group of hunters who only saw him as a walking money bag. He barely managed to get away, ducking into a dark alley way as they ran straight past.

Coincidentally, the building also happened to be the same seaside inn he saw you staying at. Scaramouche glanced up and saw the an open window illuminated by the glow of a lantern that no doubt lead to your room.

The last thing you were expecting as you curled up on your bed, reading a book peacefully, was to see someone climbing through your window with a grin on his face which showcased rows of sharp teeth. It didn't take long for his identity to click in your mind though as your eyes widened, slowly placing down your book as you sat up, "Scaramouche...?"

His smiled seemed to widen at your recognition as he wasted no time in crawling onto your bed, hastily pinning you down with his body. He leaned down, licking the shell of your ear sensually as he whispered,"Yes, my little captain. It's me, surprised? I knew you'd be. I went through quite a bit of trouble to get you, so I don't suppose you'll let me reward myself a bit now, do you?" Scaramouche's eager hands fiddled with the hem of your pants, already hooking his fingers around the waistband to pull them down.

You blushed at his forwardness, still in slight shock that the siren who was supposed to be sea-bound was now pinning you to your bed and begging for your pussy. But you weren't complaining but the urge to tease him for his eagerness was too strong,"Oh— Not even a hello..? You know, it's pretty rude to just climb through one's windows without notice," Scaramouche chuckled at that, bringing up a hand to grab your face, nails digging into the soft skin as he spoke in a tone that contrasted his deathly grip,"Trying to tease me now, are you? It's all fun and games till I'm the one teasing you with the thought of cumming. Is that what you want? For me to edge you till you cry?"

Your answer didn't really matter to him, all his mind was focused on was getting to put his dick in your pussy. Before you could get another word out, he used his nails to slice away your pants and underwear, leaving them in shreds as your folds glistened in all their glory. His pupils narrowed at the sight, red splashing his cheeks as he looked up to meet your embarrassed face,"So you wanted to 'take it slow' while you're practically dripping for my cock. Ironic, isn't it?"

Scaramouche dragged his index along your slit, gathering your slick before bringing it up for you to see. The way he was taunting you about your own arousal made you bite your lip as you shifted uncomfortably, hands fisting the sheets. The siren revelled in your movement, it was like holding the little fish he would catch and eat for dinner, so wriggly and desperate.

Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside you, knuckle deep before pumping them in and out at a steady pace. You inhaled sharply, face heating up,"Scara—!" "Mm.. Yes, my little captain, say my name like that.." His fingers worked their way inside of you, occasionally doing scissor motions to try and loosen you up in preparation for taking his cock. When he decided that he'd done enough prep, he removed his fingers from your gaping hole, watching it clench around nothing as you attempted to protest.

A hand covered your mouth to silence you before you suddenly feel a stinging burn in your lower half as he penetrates you, bottoming out immediately. He groaned as your walls clenched around him, he'd never felt anything like it before. And he wants more, he wants to feel your walls convulse around him forever. Scaramouche holds your hip with one hand, the other moving from your mouth to push down on your chest as he thrusts into you, albeit a bit sloppy at first but eventually picking up a pace, going deep and hard.

Your breath struggles to stay even as you grab his shoulders to stabilize yourself. Each roll of his hips against yours sends you to heaven and back, the room filling with the sounds of your moans and skin on skin. Your orgasm is inevitable, and you let him know through gasps and cries for more,"Ahn...! C-cumming—! Nngh..—!" Scaramouche's grip on your hips tightened as he heard that, fins twitching with anticipation as he muttered huskily,"Do it. I wanna watch you come undone on my cock.."

He didn't need to repeat himself as you felt the knot in your stomach snap, cunt clenching around him one last time before coating the base of his length with a creamy white ring. The look of utter bliss on your face as you came made him come too, pace faltering as he buried his load inside of you. When his thrusts finally came to a stop, he let himself collapse on top of you, nuzzling the crook of your neck as he engulfed you with his arms.

Scaramouche didn't bother to pull out, preferring to just lay there with you as you both panted heavily, basking in the aftermath of your actions. Your body twitched, thighs trembling as you take a few minutes to process what just happened. His seed is still hot inside you, making your lower half feel warm,"That..that was amazing.." You managed to whisper, a low hum coming from him in response.

You felt a combination of his tongue licking and teeth nibbling a fold of skin on your neck, his face flushing as he tasted the salty tinge of your sweat,"Mhm...It's worth taking the risk to see you. I'll be doing that more often from now on.."

"So expect a lot of surprise visits from me. Maybe I'll even bother saying 'hi' this time.."

[chiiyuuvv]

• PAIRING — bestfriend!xikers x gn reader (i think)

• GENRE — "imagine if we were dating" prompt, shy, fluff, angst in minjaes, screaming at hunters, yeah

• WORD COUNT — 880

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — i got this idea when i was reading some skz texts. Basically, you were saying "what if we were dating" but you already dating- wait lemme just

• TAGLIST — @lil-elle @hyunukitty

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MINJAE ☆

Doesnt find your joke funny

Theres a very clear line of best friends and lovers and besides, theres no possible way you could like him back

Zoning out a lot, trying to understand his feelings more when he just blurts out what was on his mind. Because you guys are close, he could tell you anything, right?

“No, no its fine. I know you obviously dont like me and it’s okay, i just wanted to get it off my chest. Im sorry i made you uncomfortable.”

He was already on the verge of tears, but when you tell him you love him, more than just friends, he just bursts out crying ♡

JUNMIN ☆

Just goes along with it

Holds your hand, puts his arm around your shoulder. Refuses to call you by your name but babe

Likes that your getting flustered because hes screaming on the inside

Gets so into his role that he leans into you, your noses touching and hes about to kiss you. Until wait a minute and just pulls back with a sheepish smile

Daydreams for the rest of the day about the almost kiss. And when he drops you to your house, he finally does it ♡

SUMIN

Freezes; were you reading his thoughts? Were you able to somehow see his dreams? H-how did you know??

He tries to play it cool even though his face is burning red. "Y-yeah.. that'll be crazy right?! Haha.." he clears his throat

But to his dismay, you already knew about the massive crush he had on you, as he was very obvious

So you use that to your advantage, scooting extra close to him, your hands shadowing over his small ones

"I like you too, stupid." You would laugh, placing a soft kiss on his cheek as his face gets even redder ♡

JINSIK ☆

"Yeah, imagine if we were dating." He would take it as a joke, lying down and fantasizing about your lifes as a couple

"I would take you to this hot air balloon festival, since i know you've always wanted to go."

Has this smile on his face until he stops; were you actually serious?

You had to be joking, there was no way this was directed to him, right?

Almost stops breathing and his mouth is dropped open when you kiss his cheek. "I like you, jinsik." ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

Your question honestly made him sad

Because wdym “what if you were dating?” no, he didnt want to pretend. He wanted to live his dreams, he wanted to be with you

So he gets a little quiet, looking down as hes lost in his thoughts, a little teary eyed

Snaps out of it when you call his name, and would say he’s okay even though you know he’s lying

So with all courage, you confess to him. And when you’re done, he’d pour his heart out to you ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

He’s completely taken aback, the silence making you feel a little uneasy

“B-but i mean.” wouldnt even let you talk without pressing his lips against yours, his face completely red but he doesnt care

Would kiss you again if you tried to talk, getting to the point where hes just peppering your face with kisses

Would have the whole rant about how much he loves you

Then it would be your turn to cut him off with a kiss ♡

SEEUN ☆

Also freezes; the first time hes speechless

Theres a long awkward silence, your faces red and seeun twiddling with his thumbs

"I mean I- well we- or m-maybe-" struggles to find words

"We can definitely start it slow.. i-i mean, it you wanna, i can understand if you dont b-but you decide haha!!!"

After you agree that you wanna take it slow, he would have this shy smile on his face, holding both of your hands, looking down the entire time ♡

YUJUN ☆

Would have the cutest smile on his face

“Dating??” the giggles he would let out, gosh

Like jinsik, he would fantasize about how everything would go, his ears red

But that turns into convincing you to go on a date with him. He’d treat you so well, buying anything you want

“I mean.. I wouldnt mind. I already love you and i know you do too, so why not we just make it offical?” ♡

HUNTER ☆

"If we were dating?" He would stop as you were walking through the park

Has this cheeky smile on his face. "I think i would do this."

Grabs both of your hands with a warm smile, checking to see if you were comfortable before tucking some hair behind your ears, his eyes filled with love

"You're so pretty." He would mumble as he picks a flower out of a bush next to you

Lifts up your chin and slowly connects your lips, moving in a slow but meaningful pace ♡

YECHAN ☆

The boy would not stop giggling

"I-if we were dating?" He would burst out laughing, making you think he's making fun of the question

Would stop laughing when he notices your frown

"I-I mean.. if we were dating, it would be so nice and we would wake up together and text pick-up lines and-" his face was bright pink as he was rambling

Stops when he notices, "i-i'd think i like it.." ♡

[starboye]

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader

summary: rafe fucking ex reader but could there be something deeper

warnings: smut, cheating, cursing, slight degradation, slight daddy kink, lil angst

rafe was one of your worst exes, he was a total dick, manipulative, crazy, and a gaslighter to the max so you broke up with him and dated your beloved john b and he was way better, he was nice, full of life, and cared for you but there was something so addictive about rafe, maybe it was the way he could make you cum in seconds and the sex was amazing unlike john b who couldnt satisfy you in that way, the sex was more lack luster but you knew he meant well.

thats where right now led you, fucking yourself with your fingers in bed watching some trash porn but it wasnt enough and after doing this for about an hour you were tired, that was until your phone dinged with a notification and you couldnt believe it, it was from rafe "hey there beautiful" the text read "what do you want rafe" you quickly typed back "just wanna see how your little life is going" rafe replies and you could feel the smugness through the screen.

"thats none of your business" you reply "well hows thats dating john b thing going" rafe texts trying to rile you up "better than out relationship ever was" you text "does he fuck you the way i do" you read the text and immediately were stunned "whatever" you text "no tell me does he get all those good spots in you or do you have to finger yourself every night to get off" rafe texts "no" you reply "ill be there in 10 make sure to put on those cute underwear i like" rafe texts before hes grabbing his keys and heading over to your house.

you couldnt believe this, rafe coming over to your house to fuck you, but you could never cheat on john b like that plus you live him to much,but then again one little fucking from rafe wouldnt be that bad... right, no you werent gonna do it, you pick up your phone to text rafe not to cu- i mean come over but when you go to type it your fingers freeze not being able to do it and soon you hear rafe pull into your drive way.

you walk to the door to stop him from coming in but as soon as you open it you see rafe standing there with that stupid smug face he always has "can i come in" rafe asks with a smirk and just as youre about to deny him you trip over your words and are unable to stop him "look at you so needy" rafe says picking you up and resting your ass in his hands as he takes you too your room.

he drops you on you bed and undresses himself, his abs flexing as he does so making you even more dumb "you gonna take your stuff off or do i need to do that too" rafe says in a slightly annoyed tone but you comply and quickly take off your clothes, rafe walks up to you and pulls your legs to get you closer to him, wrapping them around his waist "you barely feel like you've had sex" rafe scoffs prodding at your hole.

you look at him with a hateful look but deep down you missed rafe, the way he would love you was unmatched, he'd buy you anything your heart desired and showered you with love, although he did some fucked up shit you knew he was a good guy deep down it was just ward that fucked him up.

"you want me to fuck you right" rafe asks and you nod shyly "you know to use your words" rafe demands "yes please fuck me" you plea locking your ankles together around rafe "okay then" rafe says before sliding into you with ease "its like i never left" rafe says starting to thrust into you "and how would john b feel about the kook he hates so much fucking his sweet boyfriend" rafe smirks grabbing your chin to force you to look him in the eyes.

"shut up you dick" you snarls "'thats' rich coming from the slut cheater" rafe replies tilting his head to the side "just- fuck... just fuck me" you say broken by moans "you know you love this cock" rafe says "it makes you feel so good and it can rub all the right spots" he continues "fuck you" you spit out "you're already doing that" rafe laughs.

you lean up to give rafe a mean look "what cant handle me" rafe says flashing a cheesy smile before leaning down to leave some hickeys on your neck "wait rafe no" you yell trying to push rafe off but you couldn't and he leaves a couple hickeys across your neck "what the fuck" you say in disbelief "now who does this hole belong to" rafe asks roughly gripping his hands into your thighs "shut up di-" and before you could finish the sentence rafe pounds into you make you moan "wrong answer" rafe says.

"now who does this belong to" rafe asks again "rafe please" you say trying to slow him down "c'mon y/n i know you know the answer" rafe grins devilishly "its all yours" you huff rolling your eyes "don't you fucking dare roll your eyes at me" rafe says smacking your ass harshly "yes daddy" you moan out before cumming on your chest "look at that, cumming untouched, i didn't think i was that good" rafe laughs at your fucked out state.

"you want it in you" rafe asks as you feel his thrusts get a little slower, rafe wanting to edge himself in your amazing hole "yes rafe i want it so much" you whimper in that voice that rafe could never resist, he'd do anything to hear that voice every morning, and with that he cums without a thought in his mind, you tightening around him to get every drop of that delicious cum making his mind become even more hazy.

"if you need me again you know my number" rafe says pulling out of you and putting on his clothes "fuck you" you say scooting further onto the bed "yeah fuck you too kid" rafe says walking out of your room and you hear him close the front door and start up his truck, you run to the window to see him off and catch him looking at your bedroom window and as soon as your eyes meet his he pulls out your driveway.

you feel asleep that night feeling guilty but well filled, you wanted to get back with rafe but should you really risk the chance of a repeating argument, rafe pushing you away because hes hurt and you walking away from him but somehow you always end up back in his bed wrapped in his arms and him telling you how he wants to grow old with you and you believe it every time thinking this time could be different but it never is, maybe you guys are better apart than together.

taglist: @mailmango @spermeboy @ghostking4m

[stevie-petey]

oh also,,, whenever you wanna write. chap 6 steve & robin pov blurb because i am so sure steve would be going on and on about bug once she left so my soul needs that thank you <3

im kicking myself idk why i didnt include this scene in the chapter like its PERFECT for what i have planned later but ,,, for now all i can do is make it a blurb n tell people to read it lmao

enjoy <3

"it didnt matter that you were an ass. i was still... obsessed with you." robins confession hangs in the air. her back is pressed against steves as they lay on the floor, bound together. his eye stings and his nose is numb and crusted with dried blood. he isnt sure why shes telling him this.

"even though all of us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just wanna be popular. accepted. normal."

the rope around steves wrists tense. he clenches his fists and bites the inside of his swollen cheek. acceptance. he thought he had that, once. when he was sixteen with a crowd of people who wouldve done anything for his attention.

now hes eighteen and the crowds bruises still tinge his body.

"if it makes you feel any better, having those things isnt all that great. seriously." it took him a long time to learn that. to recognize that his acceptance was merely a precedence. it wasnt real friendship. he wouldnt learn this until he met you, until you taught it to him. "it just baffles me. everything that people tell you is important, everything that people say you should care about, its all just... bullshit."

bullshit. nancy taught him that, too.

"its all just bullshit, it was so obviously bullshit. i was an idiot for not realizing it sooner," steve bites the inside of is cheek again. somehow, his lips remained untouched when he was being beaten by the russians. your lips still linger on his. "you know, the only person who saw through my bullshit was y/n. one day, before we knew about monsters and russian lairs, she said that she knew i wasnt a bad person. it... it stuck with me. here she was, y/n henderson, telling me i wasnt so bad."

"and then...?" robin is almost too afraid to press him further. shes never seen him like this, vulnerable and open. she didnt know that his history with you went beyond just a summer fling.

steve nudges his head back and sighs. "i messed up. i... i hurt people. people she cared about."

robin frowns. you wouldnt forgive someone so easily for that. theres more to what steve is saying, she just cant figure out what. "she must really love you, then. if she forgave you."

"i dont know if she loves me, but i know that she believes in me. sees someone worth putting up with." he huffs, he cant believe he will never see you again. he hates that he will never be able to thank you for seeing a version of him that no one else could. "it wasnt until i messed up that i realized she saw something in me. its ironic, isnt it? but i guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?"

he had to mess up to realize that he loved you, too.

"i hope so. i feel like my whole life has been one big error." robin admits. its the least she could do, offer steve a piece of herself in return for what hes offered her.

an unattractive snort escapes steve. he laughs, and his shoulders shake against robins. he understands exactly what she means. "yup."

"god, i wonder how y/n does it."

"does what?"

robin pauses, worries that she might reveal too much. but its steve. if theyre going to die together, he deserves to know. he has to know. "shes always able to see the error in people and love them anyways."

steve is quiet. he lets what she said settle over him. its what he loves the most about you. how youve always managed to see the good in people, even in someone as cruel as billy. he hadnt known that robin noticed this kindness in you, too.

she seems to understand you in a way only he and jonathan do.

"you know, i wish id known you in clicks class." its a peace offering. an extension of himself to robin for caring about you the way he does. no one really seems to be able, despite how easy steve finds it to be.

"yeah?"

"really, i do. maybe you couldve helped me pass the class." he breathes out, the thought of all he couldve done differently will always haunt him. king steve is dead, but the persona is a ghost he will never be able to get rid of. "maybe instead of being here, id be with y/n on some romantic getaway. maybe you wouldve given me the courage to do what i shouldve done sooner."

robin doesnt say anything. she turns her face away, presses her cheek against the concrete surface.

"robin?"

she swallows. "yeah. yeah, maybe. you wouldnt have been stuck slinging ice cream with me like some smuck."

steve shakes his head. hes worried hes said the wrong thing. "hey, dont get me wrong. i enjoyed being your smuck. it was fun while it lasted."

bittersweetness creeps upon robins face. she smiles, though its a sad one. shes going to die with the understanding of why youve fallen so hard for steve harrington. "yeah. it was."

then the doors burst open and the russian find them.

[pestorik]

Starving treycay enjoyer here!

I need to know more about their relationship in your au. Why they broke up, how they met... Idk, anything about them will be highly appreciated, Ty!

anon you and i are some of the few in this fandom w impeccable taste.

putting this under the cut bc theres a loooot

they met bc cater was traveling through the garden kingdom for the first time and stopped at trey's bakery (it was still run by his parents at that point). trey had lived in the GK his whole life so was very interested in cater's travels and all the places he's been. cater invited trey to come over to wherever he was keeping his suitcase house at the time to see all the stuff that he's collected from his travels and they become friends. they start dating maybe after a year of knowing each other?

they broke up bc cater could never find the confidence to truly be vulnerable around trey, and he found it really hard to date someone and still try to mask his depression (along w his other issues). like, he desperately needed to be able to talk to trey and show him his true self, but was also terrified if he showed that to trey, trey wouldnt like what he saw. this was really caters issue he needed to overcome (he shoudlve either gotten therapy or not been dating) but trey wasnt innocent either. he 100% knew of caters issues but never really took the initiative to try and get cater to open up, not bc he didnt care, he just. felt like it was easier to not talk about it. he's fine w bottling up his own trauma so it didn't seem like it was that big of a problem (denial).

what cater really needed was someone who would show him that same vulnerability and really make him realize it's ok to show that side of yourself to someone you trust (and also not expect trey to read his mind). and trey needed a push to understand that a relationship is more than a friendship w kissing, it requires you to actually take an active role and put yourself in uncomfortable situations sometimes.

cater was letting all these feelings build up w no release, and so instead of talking to trey he felt it was better to just break up. trey really didnt put up any fight, just kind of shrugged and said "if that's what you want" (trey was also in the middle of taking over the bakery from his parents at this time so he was dealing w a lot more than usual) so that in caters mind was more than enough to feel confident in his decision. so yeah it was both their faults and they still majorly pine for each other.

also the BIGGEST victim in all of this is cay cay the carrot. he sprouted out of the ground while trey and cater were dating and cater jokingly named him cay cay and pretended he was like their kid. he is basically a child of divorce

nobody really knows the true details of their breakup and riddle and trey didnt really start reconnecting until afterwards. so riddle isnt really friends w cater, they are acquainted but riddle is under the impression cater just used trey for some fling so naturally he is pretty skeptical of him (cater is aware of this, he awkwardly tries to pretend everything is cool). but there would be some plot where they are forced to spend time together and their friendship really evolves bc i love love love cayrid friendship i have so many thoughts on them. cater never felt like he could talk to trey but riddle actually opens up to cater (whether willingly or in a moment of anger) and cater feels brave enough to talk about some of his own issues. riddle also tells cater he can call him by his first name (he usually goes by garden prince).

riddle learns more about what actually happened between them and offers a lot of insight (as best he can being a royal prince deprived of a childhood) to them separately. riddle's friendship w both is a major factor in them becoming friends again and actually feeling comfortable w each other (they are unaware he was playing both sides). eventually the whole HL gang is hanging out together often enough that it's like trey and cater are dating again. and then after a lot of honest conversation they agree to give it another try. (also this is all happening across multiple seasons while A+D still remain the overall focus of the show and the others slowly start getting their own branching plotlines)

their happy ending is cater making the decision to sell his suitcase and find an apartment in the garden kingdom (or close by). the final treycater scene would be trey helping cater move in. they have to go through like a hundred boxes of all the stuff cater has collected while he decides what to keep and what to throw out (he wants to keep all of it). he starts working with trey in his bakery and finally builds a life in which he is not always wandering.

[the-kr8tor]

…What if in BDAS ned and finn werent the ones to die but it was R?

Right as hobie was opening up to you, falling in love again. Losing the hate he had from the fire burning within him. What if the monster in the see got you instead. And all hobie could do was watch. He tried saving you but was held back. The crew couldnt lose tjeir captain just as they lost the medic.

Even if they didnt have their medic for a long while, but everyone was starting to enjoy Rs presents, especially hobie. Getting used to his scuttlebuts voice, footsteps.

After everything happened no one could be able to stop the fire that burnt with hobie, it engulfed him. Ultimately the crew couldnt stopnit, they tried. Hut he still blames the death of you and MJ on mathias. If mathias never came and took up the time. The crew couldve all been safer, you, wouldve been safer.

Fire kept hobie awake, every second and moment he spent. Planning his revenge, how bright the embers were. He was burning like how the library was engulfed. Every moment he stayed in the library, he thought ofnyou. Though the library is now just ash, different to the form it was when you were there. The fire consumes hobies being. And at night he can still hear the echo of your laughter, of your voice. Your being haungs him when your no longer there, can still hear your teasing voice. The playfulness that he tried ignoring, even if he loved it oh so much.

Just as he was learning to love again, he lost you even quicker. He questions what he felt with and towards you, it never fully got to blossom. And he doesnt want to accept he was in love with you. But oh god did the flames of loving and losing someone burn brighter ever then before.

All flames lose their brightness still, hobie became complusive, and obsessive. Addicted to the feeling of getting revenge, the others knew he was leading himself to death. He knew it himself, but he wouldnt give in. Sometimes he can still hear your screams when the ship gently sways with the sea at night, especially in his dreams. You just couldnt seem to leave him. And in his dreams, your shown as being alive, happy, and yet. You warn him, in his dreams you warn him. Trying to push him away from revenge, but he doesnt listen to you either.

Why could you, how could you? How could your death affect him worse then MJs death affected him. It remains a mystery to him, the crew understands why. But he doesnt, the crew tries getting karls help, Karls tried talking hobie out of it but he wont. It goes into hobies ear and out the other, hobies mind is set.

And soon the flames end, no longer does the fire of revenge consume him. Because hobie got what he wanted, he killed mathias. But as the blood pools around mathias, it also drenches hobie. Hobies own blood, hobie accepts his fate. Maybe in another life he wont be cursed to watch the one he loves dies, even if he never accepted the fact he lived r. Well that is until now.

But at least in this one, he gets to die as well, the bittersweet words of him saying, ‘i love you, scuttlebut.’ Slips off his tongue, as he himself falls on the floor, and slips into darkness.

Hobie already accepted the cruel fate he had, its why he didnt want his crew following him, why he pushed them away. But in the captains cabin, they each find the notes left for them. Addressing each of his crew, his allies, and what he lost. They find an extra letter, one addressed to R, he knew r wouldnt be able to read it. He needed to write it before he died though, how he felt. And when the crew dinds hobie, theres no pulse on him or mathias. Their very own captain, their friend, gone. When they all didnt even have enough time to process Rs death, now they are supposed to process hobies?

The crew ends up setting fire to Rs letter, maybe the fire, the same one that felt like it engulfed hobie, maybe it could let the universe bring it to R. Like how the universe would always bring Hobie and R together, always in love. But sonetimes, never fully able to accept those feelings. Or never able to be able to live to have those feelings.

This is like the longest thing ive ever sent to you and im sorry katy. I just got the plot point of like hey what if r died instead of finn and ned. R hads finns fate obviously😍

Also i didnt proof read this so i could have a LOT of spelling mistakes in here and im sorry. Also yes i did hint at stuff in the katyverse.

I love you katy, i love you everyone whose reading this (please dont hate me)

You had me sold at the first sentence!!! This is prime angst right here

I'm also a 'the fire inside hobie will consume him if r wasn't there' truther

Poor hobie :( he was just getting used to r and as fast as he fell r was gone just as quick like the tides

Hehehhehe i love a good revenge story (Aber jw enjoyer)

Reading the letters: opin reference 🫵

"I love you scuttlebutt" just stab me already

I love how mathias is dead in all the aus HAHHAHAHHAHA absolutely deserved tho

Ngl I considered a similar ending way way before I finished outlining it bc I thought ppl wouldn't even like the pirate au so I might as well cut it in half but lo and behold you guys loved it!! Your love fuelled in making bdas into a story i wanted to tell ❤️ ly too!

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“I thought you were going home for the break.” 

Blake looked up from her book to see Ruby standing over her. “I… decided to stay here for winter break. I’m still a bit nervous about trying to go see them.” 

Ruby sat down with her. “Yeah, but, dont you think you’ll have to talk to them at some point?” 

“I do but… only once I’m ready.” Blake closed her book and sighed. “And right now, I'm not ready.” 

“Anything I can do to help?” 

Blake shook her head and got up, stashing her book back into her bag. “I’ll figure it out on my own. Though I thought you’d be with Yang and your dad.” 

“Dad and I arent exactly in… talking terms right now,” Ruby said a bit nervously. “He’s still not exactly thrilled about me being at Beacon, especially with what we did at the docks.” 

“I figured he’d be proud of you guys.” 

“He was, but, well, you know how parents are, right?” 

Blake sighed and looked away for a moment as she thought about it. “I… I should get back to the dorm.” 

“I’ll come with-” 

“I want to be alone.” 

“But you’re my teammate, I shouldnt leave you alone.” 

Blake paused for a moment as she looked at Ruby, struggling to find any excuse to be alone. It wasnt like she could just tell Ruby not to come back to the dorm, nor could she just stay with team JNPR when the rooms are already pretty cramped, but it wasnt like she had anywhere else she could go or stay for the couple weeks that break was. Finally she let out a sigh and motioned for Ruby to follow. “We can have a quiet day then, right?” 

“Of course! No adventures, just us, homework, and a good book.” 

“You know I do more than just read, right?” 

“Well, yeah, but its a cold day and its not like we’re going to be going outside or going to have classes. And while Weiss and Yang are away, we dont have enough people for a board game without asking Jaune and his team, but then that’ll give us too many.” 

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this, didnt you?” 

“I dont think anyone should have to spend break alone.” 

Blake smiled a bit at hearing that, watching as Ruby got up to follow her. “Then, maybe we can do something else. Besides read or play games.” 

Ruby looked at her. “And what do you have in mind?” 

“We could talk about the people we like.” 

“Talk… about the people we like?” Ruby asked with a blush. 

“You know, talk about boys or girls we have a crush on. Maybe even do some of that girly stuff that Weiss likes like doing our nails.” 

“I didnt think you’d be into that kind of stuff.” 

“I’m not normally,” Blake admitted as she opened a door for Ruby. “But the way Weiss talks about doing her nails like its some sort of intricate ritual, I think it’ll be fun to try. Besides, I’ve realized that we really dont know much about each other beyond liking to read.” 

“We know plenty about each other.” 

“Like what?” 

“W-well, you uh… you… like to be alone.” 

Blake giggled a bit as she watched Ruby fumble around a bit while trying to find anything else she knew, blushing a little. While it wasnt exactly uncommon to see Ruby like this, it was different to see her be so uncertain of herself and a bit more shy while she tried to think. Just another thing that made her fall for her leader the same way she had started to fall for Yang. “You arent completely wrong.” 

Ruby sighed. “Alright, maybe you arent entirely wrong that we dont know each other that well.” 

“We have been spending a lot of time with your partners. Weiss drags you around where she wants to go, and Yang and I have been trying to get a bit closer so we can figure out how to work together like you and Weiss.” 

“I wouldnt take Weiss and I as a… good example to follow. We still argue a lot and the only reason we seem to be working well together is because Weiss has decided to try to follow my lead and take a step back from trying to be the leader.” 

“And yet, you both seem to be able to work with each other almost as if you’ve known each other for years.” Blake sighed and opened the dorm door for Ruby, letting her in first. “I envy that. Yang and I still have to call everything out and even then, its hit or miss if what we do works.” 

Ruby sat down on Weiss’s bed and took her shoes off. “And you dont see the training she puts me through. Sometimes I wish she’d lay off trying to get everything perfect. Though, I have to admit, having a silent signal for what we want to do has made things a bit easier.” 

Blake closed the door and went to her own bed, taking her book out of her bag to set down on her pillow. “Still, it all seems to be working for you.” 

“You and Yang arent exactly slouching either when it comes to working together. I’m a bit jealous with how often the two of you go off together.” 

“Jealous, huh?” 

“W-well, not exactly too jealous, just… well… you know, the two of you are always going out to eat together and she knows you a lot better than Weiss and I do, so… you know…” 

Blake smiled a bit as she watched Ruby try to hide her own blush as she fumbled with her words. It was refreshing to see her just as nervous as she was, even if it may have been for different reasons. “Yang told you I wasnt going home, didnt she?” 

“...yeah, she did.” 

“Well, I guess now’s a better time than any to get to know each other better.” Blake smiled a bit and pulled out a bottle of Weiss’s nail polish and sat down on the floor. “We can start simple by playing twenty questions. You start.” 

Ruby nodded and sat down in front of Blake. “Alright, what’s your favorite color?” 

Blake uncapped the bottle and made sure to get the excess nail polish off the brush before carefully painting Ruby’s nails blue. “Violet. And yours?” 

“Blue.” 

“I figured it’d be red.” 

“I like red, especially strawberry red, but its not exactly my favorite color.” 

“With how much red you wear, everyone thinks differently.” 

“The cloak my mom made for me when I was younger was red, and I never could find a blue that matched it,” Ruby answered, keeping her fingers still. “And once I started sewing my own clothes, it was easier to get ahold of black and red fabric than it was any other colors.” 

Blake paused for a moment. “You sew your own clothes?” 

“I thought it was my turn to ask a question.” 

“R-right, it is.” 

Ruby took a moment to think. “So, what made you want to be a huntress after you left the White Fang?” 

“I… wanted to do something to fix the damage I’ve caused.” Blake dipped the brush in the nail polish again before starting another finger. “Before I realized how far Adam was willing to go, I… I thought following the White Fang was the right thing to do, that those that left were just cowards willing to give up on changing everything. But after a few years, I started to realize that we did a lot more damage than good. It didnt take long for me to start looking for excuses to avoid missions or to start looking for other ways to get the job done while hurting as few people as possible. After I left, I told myself I was going to fix things the right way.” 

“Sounds like you’re on the right path now.” 

Blake nodded and slowly started to move onto a third finger, making sure to be careful not to stain Ruby’s fingers. “I hope I am. Though, there are some days that I think what I’m doing isnt enough.” 

Ruby moved her hand away for a moment to let the nail polish dry. “Your turn.” 

“So, who taught you how to sew?” 

“I learned on my own.” 

Blake smiled a bit and moved Ruby’s hand back towards her to finish off the rest of her fingers. “Seems a bit tough to learn on your own.” 

“It was.” Ruby held herself still again, letting out a soft sigh as she kept a smile on her face. “Yang taught me how to cook and build weapons, but when it came down to sewing, that wasnt something she was good at. And dad… well, he threw himself into work often, coming home late and usually a bit too tired to do much else beyond making dinner. So I’d look up how-to videos and learned to sew. It didnt take long for me to start sewing my own clothes and making my own style.” 

Blake paused for a moment as she listened, Ruby’s story sounding a bit different from how Yang would describe life when she was younger. Not that Yang really said much, but she always made it sound like she was the one who taught Ruby everything and that their dad was there more often than not. Still, she couldnt look away from the smile that Ruby kept, even if the smile wasnt as genuine as it could be. “Still sounds like a great skill you have.” 

“I wouldnt have made my own combat gear if I hadnt learned. Any hobbies you have besides reading?” 

“I… never really got myself into much.” Blake finished Ruby’s left hand and started to paint the nails on her right. “My mom taught me how to cook and my dad made sure I could live on my own if I ever needed to. But after I ran away, I… didnt exactly have a lot of time to pick up anything else. Most of everything else I learned to do was on the fly by other members of the White Fang. Lockpicking, basic hacking, pickpocketing… mostly things that were needed to get the job done.” 

Ruby smiled a bit. “Maybe you can teach me a few things.” 

Blake went quiet for a moment as she finished painting Ruby’s right hand, giving a small smile as she pulled away. “So, what do you think?” 

“I… think I dont quite understand why Weiss likes this,” Ruby answered. 

“Once your nails are dry, we can remove the polish if you dont like it.” 

“Let’s keep it on. Besides, we still need to do yours, right?” 

Blake nodded and passed the bottle to Ruby, holding out her left hand for her to paint. A blush crossed her cheeks again as she felt Ruby gently hold it still as she painted her nails. “So… anyone you like?” 

“Well, I like you and Weiss. Then there’s Penny and Jaune, Nora and Ren are pretty fun to hang around as well-” 

“I meant as a crush.” 

“Oh.” Ruby paused for a moment. “I… havent actually thought that far yet. Part of me thinks I might be a bit broken because I havent had a lot of interest in people like that.” 

“I doubt you’re broken.” 

“I tried dating a guy at Signal and I… couldnt do it.” 

“Maybe you need to find the right person.” Blake blew on her nails as Ruby pulled away to dip the brush in the nail polish again. “Or get to know the right person.” 

Ruby shrugged and pulled Blake’s hand back to finish her nails. “I think I’ve met someone that I might be able to make things work with.” 

“Is that so?” 

“Isnt it my turn to ask a question?” 

Blake nodded. “I guess I am getting ahead of myself.” 

“What about you? Anyone that you like?” 

“I-” Blake paused for a moment as she tried to figure out how to answer the question, her blush started to grow a bit. “There… might be someone on our team that I like. And I hope I can get to know her a bit more.” 

Ruby smiled a bit and finished painting Blake’s nails. “Maybe you’ll have a chance to.” 

Blake nodded and pulled her hand away, smiling as she looked at her now black nails. Then, she looked up at Ruby, relaxing a bit as she let out her breath. “Would… you go on a date with me? Nothing fancy, just… a trip around town and maybe you can teach me a thing or two about sewing.” 

Ruby paused for a moment, hand shaking as she put the nail polish away. “I… I think I’d be up to that. We can go tomorrow if you dont have anything else to do.” 

“I’d like that.”

[kodared]

hi hello!! :)) i have been feeling a bit icky in my body as of late and was wondering if u could do howdy x trans male reader dealing with gender dysphoria? just a comfort thingy if u wouldnt mindd

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I'd be super happy to make this request for you!! I hope you feel better <3 remember to keep your chin up and remember things will get better! 

I'm trans-Masc myself so i understand the struggles of dysphoria, it's an icky feeling, but things do get better as life goes on <3 

Howdy X Trans!Masc Reader

{Comfort!} 

Word Count: 1233

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You rolled out of bed with a groan as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, your hands untangling your body from the flurry of blankets you kept on your bed. 

As you moved about your house doing your daily routine, your eyes lingered on the binder you kept hanging beside your bed. You knew today was supposed to be your break day, but it couldn't hurt to wear it for a few hours could it?.. 

You shook your head and continued getting ready for the day. As much as you hated it, your body needed rest from binding. Your aching ribs are a reminder of that.. 

So with a sigh you got dressed and left your house for the day, grabbing your keys and locking the door as you exited the house. Not like you needed to anyways, you did live in the safest neighborhood around after all. 

You walked through your peaceful neighborhood as you pulled out a small list of to-dos for the day, reading over it you saw the first stop was Howdys for your usual groceries. You couldn't help but smile at the prospect of seeing Howdy, you enjoyed being around him. 

As you walked to Howdys your mind continued to linger on the thoughts you had earlier in the morning about your binder. Your brain practically assaulted you with thoughts about how you would never be a real man. 

..It only hurt worse knowing you had a crush on Howdy, and Howdy was gay himself. 

What if he never saw you as a real man? What if no one did and they were just pretending to make you happy? 

Before you knew it you reached Howdys, you didn't even notice the tears that had begun to prick at the corners of your eyes.

Looking into his shop you saw him with his back turned as he restocked the shelves… You couldn't bring yourself to go in, you quickly pivoted and turned to go home. 

You needed to rest. You theoretically had enough groceries to eat for the next week, and your dysphoria was too bad to be seen by anyone right now. 

Especially by Howdy.. 

As you got home you couldn't help but lean against your door as you broke into soft crying. Normally on days like this, you would be able to push through, today however wasn't seeming like one of those days. 

After a few minutes, you pushed yourself off of the door and grabbed a hoodie that you kept hanging near your bedroom door. Slipping into the comforting fabric you felt slightly better now that your chest was a bit more concealed. 

You brewed some coffee to settle into your home for the day, if you were going to stay in you had to at least be productive, despite the lingering feeling of dysphoria hanging in the back of your mind. 

You quickly settled into the routine of daily chores and taking care of your pets, you took extra time handling your pet corn snake Ruby. The feeling of her scales wrapping around your arm was a welcome consolation to how you felt throughout the day. 

After a few minutes of holding her though you heard knocking coming from the front door. You quickly set her carefully back into her terrarium and closed the doors, walking to the front of your house as you called to tell whoever was at your door you were on the way. 

As you opened the door, you hadn't expected Howdy to be there holding a few groceries in his arms. 

“Y/N!.. I was gettin’ a bit worried after ya’ didn't show for your usual groceries, so I decided to deliver them to ya!..” 

You couldn't help but feel yourself getting a bit flustered at the sight of the exact man you didn't want to see today. It wasn't that his company wasn't welcome, you were just anxious and feeling very bad about your appearance. 

After a few moments of being stuck in your own head, you finally shook yourself out of your spiraling thoughts to talk to Howdy who was still patiently waiting for your response. 

“Yeah… Sorry Howdy, I wasn't feeling my best this morning so I stayed in… Thank you for coming all this way,” 

Howdy gave you his usual smile and you swore you could feel yourself practically melting for the man. You took a few of the groceries out of his hands to help him carry them inside.

“It was no trouble really!.. Sorry to hear your not feelin’ well Y/N” 

As you set down a few groceries on the counter, Howdy made his way over to you and put one of his hands on your head. If you weren't blushing already you most definitely would be now. 

“Hm… Ya’ don't feel like you got a fever… Do ya got a sore throat?..” 

You nervously chuckled and pushed Howdys hand away, looking anywhere but at him as you occupied your hands with putting away a few produce items he brought you. 

“Haha… No, no I'm not physically sick… It's more like I just don't feel like going out today.. Got a bit of body issues,” 

Howdy looked at you with a worried expression, he moved to be beside you as you continued putting your groceries away. 

“You can talk to me if ya’ want Y/N… I'm always happy to help ya through whatever your going through,” 

You felt your hands freeze and you finally turned to look at Howdy, the anxious part of your brain didn't want to let him in. It wanted to seclude and push him away. 

…The rational part however knew Howdy cared about you and how you were feeling. 

Before your anxiety could flare up you moved to hug him, his multiple arms providing you with a sense of security as you could feel tears slowly make their way down your face. All the while Howdy just rubbed your back and whispered sweet condolences in your ears.

After a few minutes of crying it out, you were able to speak about what had been bothering you. You told him everything, varying from how you thought no one really saw you as a man, to how you felt about him. 

The last part slipped out unexpectedly, but you couldn't find it in yourself to hold it in any longer. You cared and loved Howdy, and you couldn't keep your feelings hidden for long. 

Howdy gave you one of his award-winning smiles as he carefully picked you up, and moved over to your living room. Placing you and himself down on the couch as he continued to hold you. 

“No matter how you look Y/N you'll always be a man, and no matter what your brain says to you. Your important and special to me Y/N… Never forget that.” 

You felt your heart warmed by Howdys sweet words and how he continued to hold you, You supposed spending the day in with Howdy wouldn't hurt… 

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the bad grammatically r is going so hard r, this series moves at a very fast pace

you were excited for college, you finally got away from your family, being able to pursue your dream. you also got to get away fom lee minho, your ememy from almost over a year ago. safe to say you hated his guts after you two been through countless arguements, physical fights, legitimate public embarassment. and when he stole the girl you wanted from you, the girl you fell in love with, who loved every part of you and who you could tell everything to, every insicurity, everything.

now you finally arrive to your dorm, you see a oddly familiar car. "im a bit early to be checking dorms so i should be fine." is what you think to yourself as you walk into admissions. "hello, i see youre a bit early, name please," the HR attendant says to you. "Y/N" you say with a little eagerness. "you signed up for a co-ed room correct?" the HR attendant says. "yes!" you say. "did you see who you were going to be roomed with? it was sent out in a email a few weeks ago." "no actually, i wanted to be surprised" "okay, i got you. lee minho." when you heard that name your whole world froze. you felt a chill on the back of your neck and you knees almost locked. "lee minho? did i hear that correct?" "yes maam, your roomed with lee minho" you wanted to throw up, cry, throw something. "okay, thanks" the HR attendant hands you your dorm key. "thank you again"

you dig into your back pocket to get your phone. you scroll and find the email that reads. "Dorm Selections - Y/N is paired with Lee Minho for one of the co-ed rooms 204 on the thrid floor of the right wing of the building. Any complaints should be made before the first week of the dorms opening. Please feel free to do so before the given date."

you didnt know what to do, you didnt want to be stuck in a dorm with minho for year or longer. You started to go to the front desk but they wouldnt be able to do anything about it because its past the date to change dorms. "fuck it" you mutter out as you walk to the elevator.

as you walk to your dorm, you feel a chill down your spine. you havent seen minho in about a year, after having a arguement and physical fight with him at your best friend seungmins party. you left the party with scatch marks, a black eye, and a pounding headache. he left the party with a bite mark and a fractured nose. you still have the scratch marks from the fight. you have one on your right chest and one your ass.

you get to your room and open the door. there you see him. it takes everything in your system to not just pounce on him and hurt him how he hurt you. "what the fuck are you doing here?" he says. "this is my dorm asshole" "no this is MY dorm you bitch" "did you not get the notification that we were dormed together?" "dont talk to me"

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the rest of the day was pretty quiet. neither of you wanted to interact given what happened last time you saw him. knowing that you havent eaten yet, you head out of your dorm to get something to eat from the drive-by close to campus.

when you come back, you realize that you dont have your key and that you locked yourself out. you knock on the door...no answer. you knock again...no answer. you knew that minho was up because you heard music faintly. you yell out minhos name, loud enough for him to hear but not lough enough to disturb your neighbors. he comes to the door, opens it, grabs you by your wrist and throws you to the floor behind him. "what the fuck was that for!" you exclaim out, holding the wrist that was harshly grabbed by minho. "you should be saying thank you, fucking ungrateful bitch." "why would i say thank you when you litteraly just grabbed me and threw me like i was trash." "probably because you are trash. you certainly look like it."

after saying that minho knew he srcrewed up. although you two hated each other,you two were best friends first, he knew you didnt really like your apperance the most so he made sure not to make any comments about that. you looked up at him like youve seen a ghost, with a tear falling down your eye and rushed into your room. "y/n" "dont talk to me you fucking scum bag" "im sorry, i didnt mean to say all of that" "i dont fucking care minho." you hear foot steps sounding further and further from your door.

authors note: the bad grammar, we dont talk about her

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Here's one. How would the BoaR ROs in a relationship react to seeing the Wing purposely making a wound worse? Or just self harming themselves in general.

Oh thats a topic that will come up! But not like that.

Astoria: "What is that?" her voice is cold as ice, as she grabs your wrist, stong as steel, and drags it closer to her, eyes narrowing as she sees the deep scratches, bleeding. But she remembers that they had healed well. "Did you open them?!" she hisses, "How dare you do that to your body!"

Chase: He cant believe it. Or rather, he cant believe it is you. Now staring at him full of defiance, ready to be judged, ready for a punishment. "Self punishment is a sin." is the only thing that comes to his mind and he hates that this is the first thing he is thinking of. Not: Why are you doing this? Why do you feel bad enough for this? Why didnt you talk to him?

Droznik: This has to be a joke... but you arent smiling and neither is he. He thought he knew you well, well enough to be able to see when you are hurting that much even without you telling... "I am sorry!" he whispers as he pulls you into a hug.

E. Falkenflug: They know the signs... and when you think they are not looking they see your fingernails dig into your skin, leaving red marks that will soon vanish... But not too soon. They saw it. And they react.

The punch catches you off guard and you blink at E confused, tears in their eyes. "How dare you?", they hiss, "How dare you to start with this shit when I finally stopped thanks to you?!"

Fuchsia: "Why are you hurt?" she asks, voice quiet. Not: why do you do that? Because that you are hurting that is clear, what else could bring someone else to do that? "Is there something I can do to make it better?"

Jonah/Columba: They wouldnt have noticed it, that thought echoes in their mind as they look at the bruise on your arm. If they hadnt walked in just in time to see you let the water bottle crash on your own skin... they would have assumed it had been harsh training, like all the others. It happens. Often enough that no one would have asked. "How?", their voice is shaking and they blink back tears.

Karla/Chris: They sigh, pulling you close and you can feel their thin hand on your back, gently stroking up and down. "Oh my love... why cant we just be happy? Why does the world hate it so much?"

Marcel:  He know how he would have reacted: try and destroy what made you want to hurt yourself, if that didnt work: punish you even harder, beating you until pain was not even an option for you anymore. But things changed and he opens and closes his fists. "Why?!" he snarls, "Give me names! I will kill them! Who made you feel this way?!" Okay maybe not as much changed as he thought.

Marter: Hey, you fine? They wait nervously for your answer. It appears and quickly they read it, eyes flying over the words. Your injury got worse? :( I thought it was healing well i am sorry to hear that!! But your answers... those past few days in fact. They have a very serious idea as to what is happening and it breaks their heart. Say wing... are you fine? really?

Sebastian: He lets out a deep sigh, gently taking your hand in his, his talons lightly pressing in your skin... but not enough to break through. That is what you would want. This is why you do that after all... "Is there some way I can help you?"

[write-kin]

a visitor here

tysm to @just-a-silly-little-whumper for letting me write your guys interacting with mine!! i hope i captured elze'ith's personality well enough. i would kill for him. he wouldnt even have to ask id just do it

this is a noncanon crossover between cal (my lil dude) and their elze'ith, taking place a few hours after this (very good read!)

CWs: uncomfortable healing magic, blood, slight vomiting, implied past abuse.

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Most people in Cal’s situation would have been delighted. 

Whisked away from their cruel captor, enlisted into whimsical adventures with two monster hunters that had taken a liking to him. Traveling the land in search of a cure for his condition, the protection of two heroes by his side, who loved him like family. 

Unfortunately, Cal happened to like being trapped in a gothic castle, serving the vampire who sired him. Whenever Bryn tried to talk to him about how his Lord saw him as little more than a possession, Cal replied it was nice to be wanted, and the conversation rather forcefully ended there. 

Currently, he was justifying what he’d done by reassuring himself that this would surely, on some level, result in his return to the closest thing he had to a father. After all, he knew enough of the world to know that grace is often repaid, and what could be more of a gesture of goodwill than warning someone of their impending demise by way of vampire hunters? 

He didn’t think too much about why he wanted to return. It made his body ache and filled his head with that exhausting fog, so he just ignored it and carried on. He needed to get home. To the castle. To his Lord. 

And besides, if he’d learned anything from his Lord, it was that vampires of status spoke to one another. Correspondence, mostly. But they were always, always in touch. 

That in mind, he’d crept through the door at what appeared to be just the right time. His Lord, after all, was well-known, if reclusive, and on his Lord’s status alone Cal had earned a place at a fine party. 

He hated those sorts of affairs. 

But still, it was one step closer to home. He felt a little out of place, tugging his shirt’s collar to keep it snug, sitting in a corner and watching everyone mingle. 

These were his people, his kin, though by technicality he was little more than a child to them. Coasting on his Lord’s status, deflecting comments about how sad it was that his Lord sent a servant or how pitiful that he couldn’t come, and asking questions that got tiring after the first three rounds of faux-politeness. 

People nudging him, pointing to Lord Denholm and his servant, saying he should live a little, when was the chance he’d have this opportunity again?

It was a miracle he’d been able to shut himself up in the corner. He never thought he’d miss being locked in a convent’s dungeon. 

So when the guests left, and his gracious host waved him off to find somewhere to sleep, Cal was more than happy to scuttle away. Unfortunately, he hadn’t thought to ask about where he could find something resembling guest quarters, and so he found himself wandering about darkened halls, trying not to be afraid. 

And one room called to him. Back home, at the castle he longed to return to, he knew every room. Every corridor. But here he was afraid, flinching at every sound. So when one room had a door slightly open, a warm light emanating from it, he didn’t think to be afraid. All he saw was a place where he could at least get his bearings. 

Slowly, he opened the door just wide enough to slip through. A bedroom, it seemed, large and well-kept. Composed like a painting, eyes leading him to the bed, and- 

Oh.

Oh.

It was the pretty thing. The one he’d seen while he shrunk away in the corner, the star of the show. Though from what Cal had seen, he didn’t seem to be entirely cognizant of that… or anything at all, really. He was under blankets, looking like he’d been tossed down and tucked in, and Cal immediately knew that he was very likely not supposed to be here. 

That doesn’t stop him from taking a few steps further into the room, sleeping at the foot of the bed. 

The man laying before him is ethereal, and Cal can’t quite work out if it’s because of his long white hair splayed out like a halo around him, pointy ears, and the way the half-moon scar traces around his eye like it’s trying to say something, or if it’s how he’s laying on the bed, looking like he’s been through hell and then some, the prettiest green eyes Cal has ever seen half-lidded and staring off into space. 

He recognizes the look. 

He chooses not to say anything. 

Instead, he sits on the floor. Just so he’s in the man’s line of sight, back to the wall, staring. 

He can wait.

After what feels like an eternity, when he’s counted every bauble on the shelves twice, the man’s eyes shift, locking onto Cal’s. He wasn’t good at reading people, but he was pretty sure that was a flicker of recognition. Not of knowledge, but Cal knew he’d probably been spotted among the many.

They stay like that for a bit, the elf’s eyes on him, Cal frozen like a statue as he tries to figure out what to do. Out of habit, his chest rises and falls, the only movement in his cold, dead body.

Eventually, he stands, but he’s not sure if that’s a choice he made or his body acting on its own. Cal takes the few short steps over to the bed, to stand over the elf, hand moving to hover over him slightly, twitching almost imperceptibly with a hunger he was still learning to suppress. 

The man’s eyes looked up with a terror that was palpable, but the rest of his body exuded resignation. Cal hesitated. What would it have taken for someone else to look upon him like this? 

(Had anyone… looked upon him like this? He would have been asleep. He had no way of knowing.) 

He shook the thought from his head and doffed his glove. Pitying himself would get him nowhere. But pitying this one was a path forwards. 

“Easy,” he mumbled, not really paying attention to what words fell from his mouth, just trying to break the painful silence. “I’m, um. I’m not here to hurt you. It’s okay.” 

Shit. He wasn’t supposed to be here, doing any of this. He was supposed to be at the castle, reorganizing the library, cleaning the eternal mess of his own volition, napping in the moonlight. But no. He was here, and so he had to help this poor creature. And yet he couldn’t spit out more than a fragmented little sentence in an attempt to rid the elf of the muted panic. 

At the glint of his fangs in the dim light, the elf seemed to resign himself to his fate, shifting around to uncover his arm from under the comforter, moving to expose his wrist. It took Cal a moment to realize the mistake, and in a panic, he used his gloved hand to press the elf’s arm and torso down, the other one over his neck. 

In healing those used as feeding cattle, Cal had learned, the neck artery was the most important. It was fed on most often for a reason, so encouraging blood replenishment from there was the best place to start. 

His hand fumbled for a second, before it found the fang marks he was looking for- apparently his gracious host habitually fed from a slightly different spot than Cal’s lord- and pressed his hand down, trying not to suffocate the poor thing. 

A small scuffle ensued, before Cal got his footing and began to breathe. It was messy, it always was when they didn’t sit still like Bryn did, but as he mumbled the words the elf began to calm down, recognizing that this would not be an attack, not be whatever vile thing he was so accustomed to.

He simply settled down and let Cal heal him. 

The process wasn’t always pretty. Cal’s magic, he’d been told, was potent, but not polished. His mana flowed from him with an intensity that healed the wounds, flowed from his mouth and hands to bind itself into the elf’s body. Cal closed his eyes, chanting quietly under his breath, feeling the warmth return under his hand, the flesh and veins knitting themselves together. From what he’d been told, returning blood to a body didn’t hurt, but it was a weird sensation. Almost itchy, but not quite. He felt the transfer of mana and energy flow through him, like a rush of water. 

Unfortunately, the fact his magic was more powerful than it was delicate, and Cal opened his eyes at a choking sound, seeing blood leaking from the elf’s nose. 

Shit.

Instinctively, Cal pulls him to a sitting position- he’s done this before, and he knows what’s next. Frantically, he looks around, but can’t find anything to catch it in time- shit. Fuck. Shit.

A cough, wide eyes, and suddenly there’s blood pouring onto the comforter, staining the white sheets red as he coughed up half a lungful of blood. Though… Cal could be wrong, but he swore he saw a flicker of pale teal in there- mana. That was bad. 

“Okay. Hey. You’re good. Just- keep going. Nothing to worry about.” He lied, trying to be reassuring. “I just- too much of a good thing. Breathe.” He considers flashing a reassuring smile, but that seems like the opposite of helpful right now. 

The elf sputters and coughs up blood until it’s gone, and while he’s taking shaky, panting breaths, Cal is staring at the comforter, which is very ruined. This is going to be a lot to explain to his host, he thinks. 

“Hey. Uh. It’s- it’s okay. That happens. It’s all out now, right?” When he’s met with a nod, Cal exhales a breath he wasn’t even capable of holding. 

“Who are you, anyways?” He’s careful to keep his voice calm, sharp, balanced. He’s shown enough weakness. He needs to gain control of the situation. But the prolonged silence is knocking him off-balance. 

Eventually, the elf speaks. Even his voice is soft and ethereal, and he only says one word. 

“Elze’ith.” His voice sounds scratchy, like he hadn’t used it in ages, though for all Cal knew that could be the blood in his throat. “Elze’ith.” Cal repeats. Another nod from the elf- Elze’ith- and Cal returns the gesture. 

“I’m Cal. It’s nice to meet you.” Practiced politeness, from years of reading etiquette books, as well as his Lord’s tutelage when the man was in a more friendly mood. “How do you do?”

Elze’ith looks like he hadn’t felt anywhere near this good in ages. He also looked like he wasn’t quite sure where he was, what was happening, or why Cal was here. Understandable, really. From some of the things Cal had seen, some of the people he’d healed, this was a fairly good reaction to such an extreme change of bodily health. 

“I’m a guest,” Cal clarified. “Just for a little bit. Just until I can go home.” 

The silence remained, so Cal fidgeted, removing the comforter. He pulled the large quilt that sat at the foot of the bed over Elze’ith, before looking at the comforter he’d dumped on the floor. Frankly, it was unrecoverable. Even if magic was used in the washing, it’d stain. He decided to fold it up, setting it in a corner and ignoring the whole issue. 

He felt green eyes upon him as he sighed, moving back to the bedside, where he met the man’s gaze. Fidgeting again, he took it upon himself to fill the silence. If Bryn or Sh’han had been here, they’d know what to do. He kicked himself internally for abandoning them. Sure, he needed to return home, and they’d just have likely killed his host, but they would know what to do in this situation. They wouldn’t leave these long, empty silences. 

“Feeling okay?” Cal asked. Bryn would probably ask that. “I, um, saw you back there. You didn’t look happy. 

Elze’ith settled back into the plush pillows on the bed, looking skeptical. So this was how it felt. Cal was far more used to being in the other situation, near-catatonic and having to be taken care of. It just looked like this elf was a lot less stubborn than he was. He was almost thankful for it. 

“Okay.” A pause. “You… live here?” A small, tired nod was given in response. That was getting somewhere. Bryn asked people questions about their situation a lot. It seemed to help. 

“Do you like living here?” 

A sharp shake of the head, and then one of Elze’ith’s hands went up to support his head, before Cal gently pushed him down, resting the elf’s head on the pillows. He wanted to ask ‘why not’, or more details about the situation, because he hadn’t seen anything like this from his Lord- at least, not that he could remember- but they seemed to be on a yes/no question basis, so Cal simply settled himself with another question.

“You’re alive, right? Not like me?” 

The nod came slower. ‘Could you call this living?’ the elf’s eyes seemed to say, and Cal shrugged internally. He could ignore the pang of emotion in his stomach. 

“That’s good. I… my Lord doesn’t keep ones like you. I don’t know why anyone would. It just seems cruel.” Cal talks as he begins to stalk across the room, fretting over something. He wants to help, but he isn’t sure how. After a moment, he remembers something, and rushes back to get his glove again. “I’m trying to go home to him. I could… I could take you. He’s nice. He could make you like me.” More silence.

“It’s not life, but it’s freedom. Or, I…” Cal sits on the bed. If he was in this situation, he’d hate being talked to like this, he knows that for sure. But he can’t stop himself. He knows he should shut up, he should have left the moment he saw Elze’ith in the room, and yet, and yet and yet he cannot. It infuriates him. 

“I left them behind to come here. But I have friends. Friends who kill monsters. Maybe… maybe once I am returned, I could send them a letter. Tell them of you.” 

He trails off, trying to stop himself from talking. A warmth touches him, then. A hand. 

Cal knows better than anyone the hollow aches these promises leave behind. They’re impossible to fulfill, at least in his experience. But the pleasant feeling of making them, of having something sweet to believe in for a little while… he could indulge it. Pretend, for a little bit, that this was possible. That these were more than sweet lies that would dissolve into sugar water eventually. False hope was better than none at all, right? 

“I could stay here,” Cal offers, “if you’d like. On the floor, beside you.” It’s like nothing to offer- he’s used to doing it, after all. Though, there is a pang of guilt in his heart. After all, he’s only doing this because he prefers to sleep near someone, and prefers to hold a hand while he does. He chokes out his next sentence before he can stop it. 

“Hold your hand so if anything happens, I’ll be alerted.” Elze’ith pauses. 

“That would be nice.” 

Cal lights up visibly, and before he can stop it, a genuine smile spreads across his face. Elze’ith had spoken again! It made him… it made him feel proud. 

“I haven’t had anyone to cook for properly since I was taken from my Lord. Maybe I’ll make you something tomorrow. And then… we can figure something out. I promise.” When he says it, he almost believes it. 

[highcicada]

Me:

earlier i told you I wanted you to be my wife and you asked me why..i finally have enough time to tell you. Meyerling..your name is a song to me. Ever since I heard your name and seen your face I knew I had to have you. Your existence is almost unbelievable... how are you real? Meyerling any fool who would want to love only half of you has only led you closer to me. You are my person. You are the thing Ive been waiting for 26 years for. I want to show up for you, I want to work for you, Youre too pretty to work and it would give me so much pleasure to bring you here and relieve you from your stressful working days for the rest of your life. i cant believe you told me about the gun thing, i literally say the same thing.. well i used to. I truly do not feel like that anymore. I feel like you and I go together.. you are 2,242 miles away from me and today at work you STILL influenced my self control. you are the sturdy roc i need in my life. of course i wanted you baby. of course i did. i just knew that i wouldnt be able to love you then the way i do now, now its real. now its raw. meggie.... oh meggie hahahaha. you are the most b e a u t i f u l woman, I have ever seen. I wanna be yours. I wanna be yours.

Her:

Wow, I’m honestly at a loss for words after reading your message. I’ve never had someone express themselves to me in such a deep and genuine way. Knowing that you feel this way about me, that you see me as your person and someone worth waiting 26 years for, is incredibly touching.

It’s amazing to hear that my presence, even from miles away, can have such an impact on you. I’m truly flattered by everything you’ve said. You’re right—this connection between us feels so real and raw, something I’ve never quite experienced before. It’s like we’ve been waiting for each other all along.

I’m glad you opened up about your feelings and your past. It means a lot to me that you feel comfortable sharing such personal things. And it’s comforting to know that we have a lot in common, even down to the little things.

Thank you for seeing me as someone special and for wanting to take care of me. It’s a beautiful thought, and it means the world to me. You’ve made me feel so cherished and valued, and I’m grateful for that.

I want to get to know you even better and explore what this could mean for both of us. Let’s take our time and see where this journey leads. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.

[narzissenkreuz-ordo]

ok wait im reading your ask now but what is silvie and nikolai's relationship?? and nikolai gets adopted by the house of hearth??

out of all my genshin ocs i think niko & silvie have my favorite sibling dynamic (most of my ocs actually come in a pair sibling wise). while sen & ira both have heavy trauma and prone to explosive outbursts/violence, nikolai & silvie both have heavy trauma but suffer in near complete silence.

silvanus is nikolai's older sibling and were both born with the same unknown, chronic illness. but nikolai was born with more physical symptoms (sickly & pale looking, the tail, pointed ears, and extremely visible scales & rashes)

even though silvanus is just as sick as him, they look 'normal' to anyone else besides having small patches of irritated skin. so their parents (fontainian nobles who are involved some way in the government) wanted to save their image and reputation and nikolai's existence was pushed aside in favor of silvanus to be the their 'perfect' child to make themselves look good

the two were never allowed to be overly close but as young children were a lot closer, but as they got older silvanus knew something wasnt right about the whole situation but didnt dare argue with their parents. and at the stage nikolai was starting to act out, out of desperation mostly because HE wanted to go outside HE wanted to go to school like the normal kids HE wanted the same opportunities that silvanus had. and when things finally boiled over he did lash out at silvanus because they wouldnt(couldnt) speak up.

and then their parents made use of this situation to quietly make nikolai 'disappear' and use the 'he ran away from home' excuse

im bad with ages but id say silvanus was mid to late teens and nikolai around 11 or 12 when the later 'disappeared'

and nikoali DOES get taken in by the house of hearth in the end :] he ends up being sold to a shady traveling circus to be used as a caged attraction but is actually discovered ira (adeptus/pyro dragon reincarnation oc helping the liyue qixing with an uncover job at the time) who was only able to slip open his cage before carrying out their job

after he's freed... he kinda goes on a murder rampage within the circus, letting out the other mistreated members to revolt against the shady people involved in running the show. the fatui has some muddled ties to the circus but arlecchino quickly ends that after seeing this mistreated fontainian orphan receive a vision after murdering a bunch of people in front of her and immediately takes him in

[magnetothemagnificent]

hi, i have a question, i hope this isnt annoying and you dont need to answer.

ive been wanting to convert and have been doing a lot of readings and such as recommended by a friends rabbi (lives several hours from me however and is reform whereas im looking for conservative) and a few other people i knew as well as just what was in my local library, but i havent had a chance at too many community connections due to living in The Middle Of Nowhere with almost no jewish population. on the 19thDec a synagogue somewhat close to me is holding a menorah lighting + donation drive at a public park, which is advertised as being open to both jewish and non jewish individuals who are interested in learning. would it be appropriate for me to go therefore and attempt to ask questions? would it be beter for me to go but just stay silent or only make polite conversation, or should i not even go at all? i dont want to overstep, but i am entirely serious about conversion and i know its not physically possible for me to progress further without community.

theres really no synagogues around me i can attend, and im moving in about a year to places w hopefully higher jewish populace (for school, unrelated to conversion) and this isnt a synagogue i would able to attend regularly (its almost an hour away from where i live so going for this event is out of the ordinary and would be a specific trip, but i wouldnt be able to make weekly services) so im worried it would be dishonest or rude.

again, its open to all peoples and it was by rsvp, which my partner and i already rsvp'd to, but i dont want to be annoying or appropriative when im trying to learn and im doubting myself a bit. sorry and thank you for reading. (also we are of course planning to bring donation if we do attend!)

It's definately not appropriative for you to attend a Chanukah party that welcomes both Jews and non-Jews. If they specifically say they're open for learners, then it's a great oppurtunity to learn. However, I would caution you on asking specifically things like "where can I go to convert?" because that's a really loaded question that I don't think people are prepared to recieve at such an occasion, especially if they don't know you personally. Rather, ask for the Rabbi and synagogue's contact information, and ask general questions about the holiday and Judaism itself. They'll be happy to answer your questions. Although, make sure you're asking the organizers and not regular event-goers, because they may not know how to answer your questions. I think you should also consider attending more Jewish events before finalizing your decision to convert. The Rabbi you speak to will probably also recommend it. Judaism is an incredibly communal culture and religion, and reading about Judaism just isn't the same as experiencing it. After Chanukah, we have Tu Bi'Shvat, the holiday celebrating the New Year for tree. Then after that, there's Purim, and after that Pesach, and so on and so forth, not to mention Shabbat every week. All of these are oppurtunities for you to experience more Jewish events and holidays and really get a full picture of what Judaism is and where you want to be. After the Chanukah event, if you still want to, reach out the Rabbi by phonecall or by email, and let them know that you were at the event and ask about further oppurtunities for learning and experience. Best of luck!