#cue them bickering for ages after about it

[teatitty]

Dandelion runs into Lambert while he's tracking a pack of wargs and grumbling about how they never show up when you actually want them to, stupid dogs, won't even be lured by jerky and Dandelion thinks it over for a moment, goes, "I apologise in advance for your hearing" and lets out the shrillest, loudest whistle Lambert's ever heard that rattles his whole fucking skull

But it does succeed in finally drawing out the wargs. They are still dogs, after all

[messyhairedhazeleyeddude]

‘ Blurry, Tired Eyes ’

A Drunk! Megumi Fushiguro x Male! Reader | SMUT |

A/N ; Yooooo, ngl, I’m running on zero right now yet I’m still doing this shit so sorry in advance. I don’t know how I honestly found the strength in me. It’s currently two in the morning and my ass is still up. Wide awake. So, I decided I was going to make this and finish it anyway. While staying up the entire night. Ain’t that fun? Anyway, here’s some random guilty pleasure prompt and peep the contents below.

Contents ; Masturbation, inexperienced reader, groping, drunk sex, praise, and daddy issues.

Dynamic ; Best Friends To Lovers

Sexual Dynamic ; Sub!Male!Reader | Dom!Megumi

P.O.V ; Second

Age range ; 18+ 21+

To be honest, you weren’t expecting this many people to show up after announcing the birthday party for Fushiguro. But, here you were, faced with an impending crowd all shoved up against one another, grinding and doing every inexplicable thing as they danced. I guess it’s what you get for entrusting Satoru with the planning.

This was the worst. You hated these types of celebrations and you knew Megumi hated them too. It didn’t help that you happened to be claustrophobic and everybody was sweating. Your face scrunched up, grossed out by the smell of liquor and onions. This was pure puke bait.

“And why the fuck does everybody have to be a whore?” You complained out loud before realizing you did so and watched a bunch of heads turn to look in your direction. That was not supposed to be said out-loud.

You took that as your cue to use your technique to disappear into the shadows and escape out of the situation by traveling to another place in the building. Although, it was extremely straining and gave you a headache once you made it into one of the hallways. Time to look for the birthday boy you’ve been trying to find all day.

Gazing up at the pictures that were hanging about, you looked over a couple that had your peers, hovering over to the stoic frowning Fushiguro who bore his eyes directly into the camera in the photo.

A small smile crossed your face, laughing a little at the memory of Itadori harassing the ravenette until he snapped just before it. Those two were always bickering back and forth, never giving each other a break, not once. It was entertaining to watch them chase each other around. Sometimes, joining in on it when it got out of hand. But, it was usually to hold Megumi back from killing the dumb guy.

You weren’t going to lie to yourself, maybe you also helped because you felt left out. The twinges of jealousy when Yuuji would get too close to his face or he’d get in a position with him that looked risqué. Either way, it formed a knot in your throat and you couldn’t help including yourself.

But, that couldn’t mean much. You figured it was because you were overprotective that this feeling frequently came to mind. Megumi had been your exclusive best friend for a couple of years by now. That had to be normal.

A part of you knew that there was more to it than what you were acknowledging. Though, you didn’t want to elaborate on it. There was no point in figuring something like that out if you hadn’t even crossed the flirting stage. And you didn’t know if he was interested in men.

The noise of an object thudding on the ground in the nearby room knocked you out of your mind ramble, causing you to jump in surprise before narrowing your (E/C) eyes at the door. You could sense it wasn’t a curse so that was good. That didn’t mean you were any less curious about who it was.

As you walked toward it, you could hear sounds from the other side getting clearer and clearer. And they didn’t sound innocent. It was groaning and huffing, desperate too. But, not just from anyone, no. This was the familiar voice of the boy you were thinking about a second ago.

Like a hypocrite, your heart felt like it was about to break. ‘He couldn’t be hooking up with somebody, right?’ you worriedly asked in thought, a wave of emotions washing over you before another loud moan muffled through the wooden door.

There was no way you were going to stop yourself from figuring it out after that. Apologizing to Megumi under your breath, you reached for the door knob and opened it to something you never expected to see instead.

The raven-haired male was completely naked from head to toe, leaning over a trash can with his left hand placed on the wall while the other was rubbing up and down his shaft.

His hair was drenched with sweat, strands sticking to his forehead, and his chest glistened in the lamp light. There were veins popping from his arms, neck, and most of all, his dick. His thumb focusing on his tip every couple of pumps as he mumbled out questions, “Fuck, why do I have to get so hard? Why won’t it go away?”

‘Jesus, fucking, Christ,’ was the only thing you could think. You were watching your best friend touch himself, bare. And it wasn’t taking you much before you were struggling right alongside him. The front of your pants tightening and a bulge poking through the fabric.

He noticed your presence once he adjusted to fucking his hand and took a minute to process, his dark blue eyes slowly widening as he stared back at you. You didn’t say anything, choked up by anxiety. Leaving the two of you to stand in silence, waiting for either one of you to break it.

Megumi covered himself with the sweater resting on the desk near him, eventually speaking up while trying to shake off the shock of being caught, “How long have you been standing there?” A red hue spread across both yours and his cheeks as you struggled to make eye contact. How come he had the ability to be so direct even during something like this? It was a quality that you liked, regardless.

You answered him in a quiet voice, “It’s been a couple of minutes…” Lowering your head out of embarrassment but not looking away entirely. You had just enough access to see what he was doing. And in that peripheral vision, you saw his attention flicker downwards.

Quickly, you hid your hard-on with your hands. Although, Megumi knew exactly what that gesture meant so it wasn’t successful. You could tell from the way his eyebrows switched from furrowed to raised like he was surprised. Then how more silence followed.

Not a single chance in hell were you going to look directly at him again, not when he was staring you down like this. You were hoping, praying to god that he wouldn’t point fingers despite not believing in that which meant you knew you were screwed. Was your friendship finally going to end here? What did this mean for the rest of the friends that are connected to you both? Panic was settling in the more he let you stand there.

“Can you close the door? I want to talk to you,” he asked bluntly after what felt like forever and honestly, that made your fear worse. “Please don’t say we can’t be friends because of this,” you interjected before he said anything else and closed the door like he suggested.

Fushiguro laughed through his nose and grumbled as if he was offended that you thought that, “Why would I want to end our friendship because you caught me jerking off, [F/N]?” Hearing him say it so casual made you get the comfortability to look at him again, seeing that he was picking up his clothes and acting like nothing happened.

He let you watch him get dressed, his back facing you the entire time, but you got the whole show. How he snapped his boxers around his waist, the indents in his back as well as the scars, and how his hair sprung back up into the spiky hairstyle he loved to style it in after he pulled his shirt over his head. You didn’t mean to stare, but it was really hard not to when you secretly admitted the feelings you have to yourself. And you just saw him masturbating. You saw his…

Not trying to finish that sentence in your head, you moved on by walking over to an outlet in what appeared to be an old classroom and kneeled down next to it to plug in the charger you brought. Thank god, you have an excuse now.

Awkwardly snapping it inside of the lightning port of your phone, you left it resting on a windowsill and turned to face Megumi. He was back in the outfit you had given him for his birthday. A cerulean sleeveless top with black Nike sweatpants. It was simple, yet he made it look like gold.

“Are you going to answer or are you going to keep checking me out?” He tilted his head, those wolf-shaped eyes of his burrowing into yours and making you unable to pry them away.

Your breath caught in your throat and all at once, thoughts became jumbled and you couldn’t figure out a thing to respond with. He was acting so careless just a second ago but now, he was flat out telling you that he knew what you were doing. What was going on?

Megumi sighed and rolled his eyes, “You don’t have to tell me. It’s obvious you liked what you saw. Your dick’s been rock solid this whole time.” He nodded his head toward your lower half, causing you to choke on your spit, and sputter, “What? No! No! I’m just drunk…” You struggled to breathe and had to hit your chest to help yourself. Hopefully, this excuse will hold up.

But, it didn’t. The ravenette began to walk towards you, his abyssal blue orbs never leaving yours once while you froze there. Until he was right in front of your face and glancing at your lips. “That’s convenient. I’m a little tipsy myself…” he said softly, looking back up through his long eyelashes.

God, he was so beautiful. You were beginning to fall for his tricks already. But, you didn’t care about how fast you went for it, you cared about the fact he was showing interest.

The pretty boy pushed forward, his hands placing themselves on either side of your head as his nose connected with yours. Your breathing escalated. This was happening. It was happening. He was going to kiss you.

Your eyelids fluttered shut while both of your lips locked with one another. His lips softer than a cloud and the pressure enough to relieve the tension in you. You had been waiting for this for so long. The tugging between his mouth and yours. When his teeth pressed into your bottom lip or how his lashes brushed against your skin. He tasted like Sake and somewhat bitterly sweet like dark caramel. It was worth every ounce of waiting. Every bit.

His hair brushed with yours and the palm of his hand reached up to cup your cheek, moving it to the back of your neck over time. At some point, he needed to pull away for air and as he did, the two of you were back to locking eyes.

The way Megumi was staring at you gave you chills. It was like pure lust clouded over his expression. He was giving you that ‘fuck me’ look so obviously that it made your knees slightly buckle. To follow up with that, he went straight to the point by sliding down one of his hands to your bulge and groping it. His voice smooth like whiskey when adding, “Can I take these off?”

You melted like butter in his hands, instinctively bucking your hips into him and groaning with a nod. It was crazy how bad you wanted this. The damp spot of pre-cum on your boxers getting bigger and bigger the evidence of that.

Fushiguro unbuttoned and unzipped your pants easily, hooking his fingers in the loops to pull them down to your knees. He kissed your cheek and the side of your jaw while continuing down with them until he was at your neck, searching for a secret sweet spot.

Moans cascaded out of you bit by bit during his exploration, getting sharper around an area he kept brushing past. When he figured out where it was, he suckled on the skin and abused it enough to where a huge hickey rested there. He got your boxers off as well and the moment his fingers touched you, your hand grabbed his wrist and tightened.

“Fuck! Wait! I haven’t done this with anybody else before! This is a lot to take in,” you exclaimed, panting and looking down at the sight of your naked bottom half right next to his covered hard one. Sort of wishing that he didn’t put his clothes back on.

Megumi didn’t seem to be phased by that. Instead, he figured out what you were looking at and got to stripping them off too. Once he was in nothing, he gave a soft smile and reassured, “It’s okay, [F/N]. You can trust me with this. I just… I really need to do this with you.” It worked and made you relax your muscles, getting closer to him unconsciously.

Then he leaned forward and pressed his tip against yours, wrapping his big, rough hand around them before spitting on it. Pumping it up and down, matching the pace he was going for himself earlier, and using the same hand now that you mentioned it. Your head rested back into the wall as you grunted out what you were thinking impulsively, “Fuck, daddy.!” You weren’t trying to say it, you just did. Outing a kink to him that you swore no one would hear a single peep about. That was what you get for attempting something slightly not-safe-for-work with a guy you’ve had freaky dreams about.

You scanned his face for any small detail of him feeling disgusted, weirded out, all of the above; you found none of that. Rather, he was seemingly in awe from how his mouth parted. It shifted into him giving a small smirk, letting out the most sexually frustrated voice you’ve heard yet in a whisper, “Keep calling me that… And don’t you ever fucking stop.”

Shuddering, you were letting more and more noises go that you didn’t know you could make and he was savoring every single one. Moaning along with you, fucking his cock against yours, and smearing his pre-cum over the both of you like it was lube.

The sorcerer got impatient. He needed something better than this. He knew what he wanted, the idea felt so right to him, he couldn’t suppress the urge to. You were right there, perfectly laid out.

Fushiguro guided himself down, using one of his hands to grab your thigh and move you to the desk. You placed both of your palms behind you to support yourself, just as ready as he was, maybe even more. With a rush of dopamine, you got the courage to dirty talk back, “Please… I want you… Daddy.” The nickname was hesitated on, but that was because this was all so new to you. How could he be so comfortable with this?

As low as it was, Megumi was pleased with the request and bit his lip at the sight of you spreading your legs below him. He never would’ve thought he would get you like this and fuck, he wasn’t complaining. Hell, he felt lucky.

He positioned himself against you, but teased by rubbing in circles. Making sure that you were wet enough for him to slide in with no issue. That proved helpful as his dick inched inside soon after, easing all of it until he could feel himself so deep that it was close to your stomach. You were gripping onto his arms, one on his bicep, the other on his forearm. Squeezing harder than you ever had.

It hurt so fucking bad. Like he was ripping you apart and forcing your body to succumb to him. Tears brimmed your eyes and he noticed it, stopping and keeping himself there so you could adjust. ‘Fuck’, he mentally cursed to himself, ‘It’s his first… I’m his first.’ A part of him got excited repeating that, proud of it. “Shit, sorry… I’m sorry, baby… Tell me when you’re okay…” Megumi rambled while placing a tiny kiss on your lips to make up for the pain. Never fucking a guy had its drawbacks.

Eventually, you got used to the fullness and it eased away into the pleasure you’ve heard so many things about. You gave him the go by nodding and tightened your grip to get yourself ready. A shocked gasp jumped out when he did the first thrust. It felt amazing. Too amazing.

You begged for more, “Please, faster. I want it. I want you to destroy me…” Losing yourself to the feeling of his huge dick fucking in and out of you, your cries got louder and desperate. Especially when his hand went to wrapping around your shaft to stimulate you even further. The pumping, the ramming, and his growls from his own enjoyment with your body all crashed down onto you.

Your edge was nearing, rushing at you with full speed, and coming closer by the minute as Megumi buried himself to where you could feel his tip poking out of your stomach. You cried out in pleasure, “Gumi! Fuck! You’re too deep…!” Arching your back and rolling your eyes, your dick started to twitch.

He chuckled and went faster with his hand, pumping the cum out of you basically and letting it explode onto your chest. It covered the majority of your lower half and dripped down as he continued to ram you into the desk. More sputtering out while he was fucking the high out of you. Your eyes were lazily closing, your mind becoming numb and dumb from the overstimulation.

Moans were blending together as your body threw a fit, digging your nails into any skin you could. He held you tightly there so you wouldn’t escape, doing you so hard now that it was sounding like everything was going to collapse underneath you.

Fushiguro praised you throughout this as an apology, “God, you feel so good… I can feel you holding me there inside… Like you want me to fucking breed you, [Y/N]..!”

That sent another orgasm over you and caused your cum to spill everywhere again, your legs sticky with it at this point. But, he kept going. He was so close. Right there.

The raven-haired man clawed at the edges of the desk when he was reaching cloud nine, thrusting in hard and passionate. He made sure to fuck his seed inside of you until it was like you were being bred by him. You knew you couldn’t conceive, but it sure as hell would be the case if you could. His muscles stopped tensing the moment he was done and he let out a satisfied sigh that was rare to hear, “If I knew sex with you was going to be that good, I would’ve made you my boyfriend sooner.”

With a peck on the forehead, he pulled out of you and let you catch your breath. ‘Boyfriend? He called me his boyfriend?’ that was all that could repeat in your mind as he walked over to where your clothes were scattered to clean. When everything was put away and he wiped up most of what he could off of the both of you, Megumi decided to have you come home with him. Walking out of the classroom together, he excitedly chimed, “Thanks for the birthday present, [F/N]!”

[the-traveling-poet]

Hi!i loved your dad joke Erwin headcanons,and I was wondering if you’d be willing to do headcanons of him or Levi as a parental figure to reader maybe?like just how their relationship is?

Headcannon no. 4

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Dad!Erwin

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(A/N: Doing this for Erwin cause I needa post more Eyebrow content~)

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While at first it took you by surprise, Commander Erwin’s favoritism towards you soon blossomed into a friendship you never knew you needed until then.

Being away from family while enlisting in the Survey Corps had made you a touch lonely, despite the new friends you’d made(and unfortunately some you lost) in the regiment.

Once you’d been promoted, you found yourself at every neck and call of your Commander as his personal assistant.

You supposed it made sense. After all, Section Commander Hange had their own assistant, Moblit.

Over a surprisingly quick amount of time, you’d grown close with Erwin.

He wasn’t one to nag at you or harp on you. He treated you as if he’d known you all your life.

Hell he even gave you weekends off?? Unless it was urgent.

There had been nights you had bonded together over a game of chess or a mug of something warm.

You’d told him about your family, and how you missed them. He’d tell you what he remembered of his late mother, and the conspiracies surrounding his father’s fate.

Eventually, you looked to Erwin as a second father figure in your life.

He’d check on you during breakfast every morning, and had you take a seat at his table.

He’d call you “kiddo”

Heaven forbid anyone your age try and flirt with you cause Papa Bear Erwin comes out in full swing.

“And just what are your intentions with my assistant?”

Sometimes slips up and says “daughter/son/child”

Despite him not being your biological father or relative by blood, the man sure did act like such a dad.

“Heading out to Trost? Alright…Just be back in HQ by 9pm sharp.”

Cue the usual bickering between the two of you as you tried to persuade him to make the curfew longer.

He watches out for you on expeditions and any meeting you might be accompanying him on. For both your physical and emotional safety.

He loves all “his” kids so much and I literally cannot with how adorable-

Bickering with Hange over Dadwin’s attention and getting a “now kids, I have time for both of you. I love you both equally.”

Pls Dadwin is cannon you cannot change my mind.

[nero-vanderwolf]

Two words.

Two horrible, awful words that had somehow landed them here, with a gun in his hand and dread in his stomach.

Castor had long since evolved, and Shinjiro had long since gotten control over his new Persona, but that didn’t stop the dreadful feeling in his gut. He hadn’t had to summon his Persona in ages, ever since Nyx was defeated.

He forced that out of his mind. He couldn’t think about that right now. Not with everyone looking at him, not with Aki waiting for his cue.

So Shinjiro took a breath and brought the gun to his head. “HEPHAESTUS!”

He pulled the trigger, and the kids screamed. Yu stepped back, eyes wide. Yosuke almost fell (Yukiko caught him), and the brown-haired girl, Chie, jumped about a foot in the air.

Floating behind him was a ghostly figure. It had a spiked halo behind its head, a fiery orb for a heart, and an axe in its hand, ready to strike.

“This is my Persona. Aki, if you would?” He looked over at Aki, who nodded and brought his own Evoker to his forehead.

“CAESAR!” He cried, firing.

Caesar, with its burning heart to match Hephaestus’, world in hand, seemed almost scarier than Hephaestus. Ironic, Shinjiro decided.

The kids stared at them both in shock and horror, until Chie spoke up. “You have to shoot yourselves to summon your Personas!? We have tarot cards!”

Aki glanced at him. “Huh. That seems... Infinitely easier than shooting yourself in the head.”

Shinjiro rolled his eyes. “Obviously, dumbass. It’s hard to shoot yourself, whether there are bullets in it or not. But, that isn’t the point of doing this. The point is, we-” Shinjiro gestured to Aki and himself, “-are coming with you to rescue your friend. We’ve had more experience with this stuff than you, so we know what we’re doing more than you. We’re helping.”

Yu folded his arms, regarding them for a moment. And for a moment, he reminded Shinjiro of Makoto, calm and collected, constantly changing teammates when crawling through Tartarus, constantly making sure everyone (Aki) wasn’t pushing themselves too hard.

“Okay. They seem capable. Besides, having adults with us could help when we investigate,” he decided. Shinjiro had to hand it to him- he knew what he was doing with this.

Aki smiled, warm and fatherly and- Shinjiro really needed to stop fawning over his husband. Like, badly.

“We won’t let you down, I promise,” he said, and Yosuke relaxed a bit. Shinjiro liked Yosuke. He was a good kid, a friend of Goro’s (and heaven knew Goro could use some friends).

“Then let’s go. Yosuke, Sanada-san- no, the other Sanada-san-, and Yukiko. We’re going in first. Don’t give me that look, Chie.”

Shinjiro looked at Aki. “Time to see if I’m still in shape, huh?” He joked, feeling a smile tug at his lips.

While the kids were bickering, Aki pressed a kiss to his cheek, grinning. “You’ll do great. Now go kick some ass and save that kid, okay? I’ll be here waiting for you.”

Shinjiro knew that. Aki always waited for him. Aki had waited for him in the hospital, had waited at his side to rejoin SEES, had waited for him after the incident on October the 4th.

Aki would always wait for him. And Shinjiro would always come back to him.

Always.

the gay fathers... they live...

i love seeing shinji live. grow up and mature. live with aki. evolve his persona. its so theraputic as a shinji fan. as much as i love a good death to move plot forward but SHINJI LIVEEEEEE AHHHH SHINJI GROWS UP!!!!

[antclan-blogs]

MOON 17

Badgerdust has recovered from heat stroke. Rivernose fought a dog, and was badly injured. Chaffinchbounce has moved into the nursery in preparation for his kits.

This moon’s story under the cut!

“I can’t believe Chaffinchbounce is going to have KITS!” Stoatpaw mewed excitedly. “Isn’t he, like, mega old?”

Gladepaw butted his brother’s flank. “Hey, it’s rude to call someone old. Especially my mentor.”

“Sorry. But I thought he was almost an elder. Can you even still HAVE kits when you’re about to retire?” Stoatpaw wondered aloud as the two apprentices shared a piece of prey.

“Well obviously, mousebrain! Otherwise he wouldn’t be having them.” Gladepaw sighed. “Anyway, Chaffinchbounce is really fit for his age. Fitter than Rivernose, anyway.”

Stoatpaw glanced over his shoulder to the medicine den, where Rivernose was lying asleep in a thick nest. A couple of weeks ago, he had come across a large dog while hunting and been badly injured by it. Hushstep and Berrypaw had been doing everything they could to save him, and luckily it looked like the senior tom would live to see another day.

“I wonder who’s going to take over my training while Chaffinchbounce is nursing.” Gladepaw mewed, finishing his half of the rabbit and getting to his paws. “What if it’s Slightstar herself? Wouldn’t that be cool?”

“Not as cool as getting to be mentored by your own father.” Stoatpaw joked, eyes gleaming. It had always been a common bicker between the two apprentices of who was their father, Badgerdust’s, favourite, even more so now that Stoatpaw was being mentored by him.

“Whatever. I got the deputy at first, which is cooler still.” Gladepaw boasted as Stoatpaw got up and followed him towards the nursery.

As the two apprentices pushed through the bushes and entered the cosy den, they caught sight of Chaffinchbounce stretched out towards the back.

“Hey, Chaffinchbounce!” Gladepaw greeted cheerfully, happy to see his mentor. “Must be great having all this space to yourself.”

“Not for long,” Stoatpaw reminded his brother, “the kits will be along next moon!”

Chaffinchbounce sniffled a little and sat up. “Yes, it’s nice having leg room.” He agreed halfheartedly, sounding a little blue.

“What’s wrong?” Stoatpaw asked, creeping nearer to the deputy. He could always sense when something was bothering his clanmates.

“It’s nothing.” Chaffinchbounce sighed. “Just worried about Rivernose, is all.”

Gladepaw and Stoatpaw exchanged a knowing look. If you asked either of the senior warriors, they would insist that they were merely good friends. But the rest of the clan knew that there was something more to it than that.

“I see. We can go and check on him, if you’d like?” Gladepaw offered, wanting to make his mentor feel better. He was a dedicated apprentice, and liked to make sure he was doing the best he could at all times.

Chaffinchbounce shook his head. “It’s alright. Youngsters like you two wouldn’t understand the complications of it all.”

Stoatpaw scoffed. “Try me!” He dared the senior warrior. “I’m smarter than I look.”

The pregnant deputy only smiled weakly and lay back down. “S’okay. Go and train, pesky apprentices.”

Gladepaw laughed. “And are you going to train me?” He asked jokingly. Chaffinchbounce sighed and lifted his head.

“Of course not. Go ask Daisyiris, I’m sure she’d be more than happy to fill in for a while. Make sure Slightstar is okay with it first, mind.” The blueish grey tom instructed.

Sensing their cue to leave, both apprentices turned and left the den swiftly, breathing in mouthfuls of fresh air after the stuffiness of the nursery.

“D’you think Chaffinchbounce is worried that Rivernose is going to die?” Stoatpaw asked his brother quietly.

“Maybe. He’s definitely hiding something.” Gladepaw agreed. “Now let’s find Daisyiris and see if she’ll train me for a while.”

As he listened to the apprentices’ chatter outside, Chaffinchbounce let out a groan. He knew that he would have to find some way to tell the father of his kits, but he really didn’t want to.

The truth was, he was worried. About Rivernose, about telling the father, about the birth. What if his old bones couldn’t handle the stress of labour? Worse still, what if he couldn’t feed his own kits, and they starved to death?

Chaffinchbounce knew he had to stop worrying, but at a time like this it was hard not to.

[themurderofcrowscollective]

The New Lady.

(Call of Duty x Victorian Era) - - - The Archer name is known far and wide throughout Manchester and it's neighboring towns, a family most famous for their horses and contributions to the war but also quite infamous for their only daughter; Leliana Archer. In her youth, she was rambunctious and outgoing which wasn't the expected nature of an Archer according to her father but her mother supported her daughter despite his constant bickering about her. She fit in well with her brothers as well, which were more abundant. Over 9 boys. She was quite the troublemaker too, playing tricks on the businessmen who visited her home to work on whatever was important at the time with her brothers who saw nothing wrong with her. However things changed quickly when Leliana's mother passed away from a terrible sickness. The boys started to listen to their father more, having no time to play or relax as Mr. Archer wanted them all to become fine men who might either go into war or into the family business, but they didn't suffer the worst as their sister did. Leliana was beaten almost daily for acting out of line, being locked in the cellar every night due to her saying one thing wrong or acting up. Mr. Archer wasn't a kind man and his only way to not be so horrible was his wife, so without her, he became ruthless. At the age 17, Leliana was woken up in the dead of night by three strange men who grabbed her and took her away quickly, not knowing that her father had paid the asylum for wayward girls to take her away. The horrors she spent there are too terrifying to recount, but she was released when she turned 20. Pleased with the results, Mr. Archer had already arranged a marriage for her with the finest soldier in town; Mr. Graves. He had come from America to live here and was a decorated soldier, running a company of his own mercenaries so Mr. Archer thought he was a perfect match for Leliana. The marriage itself was abusive and already withering away, and it only lasted 3 months. Leliana had been corrected, yes, but she knew her boundaries and the lessons she was taught by her assigned teacher who taught her everything there was to being a lady. She carried out the divorce gracefully and without emotion, while Graves went around the whole town bad-mouthing her. Of course, he had her father be spoken of in good faith but shortly, Leliana became known far and wide as the lady unable to be wedded. Anywhere she went after the divorce, she heard gossip about what she supposedly did but she knew better than to be involved. Three years later, Leliana awoke to her 3rd brother shaking her shoulder. " Leliana, wake up. Father requested you be up immediately. " She only blinks at him and gets out of bed, moving fast to getting dressed in a black dress with a really tight corset. Despite being free from the asylum and having left Graves, she has taken a vow of silence to be seen, not heard. Once she is dressed, she leaves her room and heads into the living room where she is met with her father staring at her as well as a masked man with short blonde hair. She doesn't say anything except curtsy to the two, standing tall. As if on cue, her father begins to talk. " Mr. Riley, this is my only daughter, Leliana. She used to be quite the handful but she's undergone drastic correcting and you will be pleased to know she is the ideal woman. Don't let the gossip tell you otherwise. After her last marriage, she's taken a vow of silence. Dear, this is Simon Riley, your soon-to-be-wedded husband. " Mr. Archer leans back in his chair with a grin. " I'm sure you know who the Riley family is. It's a shame you won't meet anyone else from his family, but I know you will be the perfect wife for him. I'll have the maids pack your things and you will be wedded in three hours. " - - -

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

lmao that’s making me picture fallenhalo playing minecraft and everytime they hole up in a cave to wait for morning ava’s like “aw doesn’t this remind you of when we first met 🥰” “back when we hated each other and only tolerated each other because it was mutually beneficial? yes” “I didn’t hate you! also you tried to kill me, i wouldn’t call that tolerating” “I wasn’t trying to kill you, because if i was you’d be long dead. I just stabbed you a few times” *cue more ava & lilith flirting via bickering and beatrice in the corner totally not rolling her eyes, half in exasperation, half in a bit of jealousy that she’s in denial about, doing her own thing in minecraft because ava & lilith keep dying*

also ava & lilith are gonna notice beatrice being all grumpy wolf in the corner in a few seconds and beatrice is gonna regret even feeling exasperated because ava & lilith are gonna flirt w and fluster her to death and yes this is far too frequent thing that happens for beatrice’s poor easily overwhelmed gay heart

thinking ava had just accepted diego’s loss after trying to find him (it’s ambiguous about whether he8s dead or not but regardless ava hasn’t found him and she won’t ever for a long long time) so hence her moping around in a cave when lilith finds the cave

ava’s just trying to distract herself and bring a sense of normalcy she’s lacking atm and she ups the “100% purely only goofy guy” mode up to a thousand

meanwhile lilith is already inherently distrustful of ava given she seems to be almost completely human save for her immortality and those type of immortals are often super shady because most of em did horrendous shit to get and/or keep their immortality, esp since she has personal experience w related stuff, which plays a big part into how lilith became a vampire, and lilith’s whole general, lilithness, so they get off the wrong foot ag least

‘

it’s a lot better than in canon probably given while their dislike of each other kinda spans over a few years, (whitcg to them was super short period of time) they probably don’t really involve any pther people other than themselves, at least not when there’s a risk of them (other people) getting seriously hurt, and like lilith said, they genuinely weren’t trying to kill each other, even when their dislike was at the highest esp because they could help each other + they wanted the company

either they probably stay in the same vicinity of each other (same country) but don’t spend time w each other, except/or for when their paths grow and they begin to like each other more, they stay togeyher lonher, but are in denial about it

regardless, probably lilith almost dies ala s1, and that’s when they realize that oh hey, they’d kinda be more than a bit devastated if the other died actually, which is when they begin sticking together almost all the time and/or acknowledging how much they mean to the other more

re: ava’s immorality origin, i’m just going schrodinger’s origin w it tbh, any and all origins are open and close at the same time

have the mental image of Beatrice being such a lil grumpy wolf when lilith and/or ava haven’t been hanging out enough w bea, esp (esp esp pre relationship) if it’s because they’re preoccupied w each other or something and later on when she’s less repressed and more secure in her relationship w lilith & aba (platonic and otherwise) she’s probably lowkey a lil shit about it. gets her work and plops her whole wolf self down onto ava or lilith’s lap and when they’re like ‘can i move” beatrice is like “i can’t because i’m busy w my work rn and taking the time to move would distract me from it” Or something like that

vv black cat in the body of a wolf energy

ava absolutely buys her clothes based on what bat lilith will like to snuggle in or cling to the most, and later on wolf beatrice as well

and also just in general bc beatrice & lilith are very sensitive sensory wise (i am shoving autistic beatrice & lilith in because they both have sm vibes esp lilith who’s whole arc could be vv easily read as a bit of a metaphor for it)

lilith when she still dislikes beatrice like:

Flirting over minecraft, I'm dying lmao. And yes, Ava and Lil have had thousands of years to perfect their special brand of "being a little shit" antics, usually for use on each other, but now that Bea is available? Prime target. Pray for her.

Yes, I would expect that she started living in the cave possibly because that's where she met Diego too. So she was holding out hope that he would come back, only to get Lilith instead (for the best, of course). I've been thinking more about werewolves in this setting and how they came to exist, and I think maaayyybe whatever is going on with Ava is also linked to or is even the source of werewolves (the idea is simmering, I'm playing around with Ava possibly being responsible for turning Diego into the first werewolf by accident, through magical nonsense). Either way, yes she's devastated and trying to distract herself in any way she can, meaning Lilith's arrival helped her on multiple fronts.

If Lilith knew about immortals beforehand or maybe just legends of them, then she would be distrustful at the start, especially when Ava refuses to give her a straight answer on how she came to be immortal. But necessity and strange bedfellows and etc. etc. Ava helps Lilith survive until she can safely leave the cave and then Ava... just sort of follows her, to Lilith's annoyance and dismay. She keeps her distance for awhile, but then gradually gets closer until maybe Lilith has a dangerous moment where she's really hurt or about to burn in the sun and Ava rescues her. They aren't planning their honeymoon anytime soon but they recognize that they are better off with each other than alone.

When Beatrice gets her paws under her, she'll return their antics with her own. Her biggest hits include laying her 300-lb. furry self in front of the door whenever the other two try to leave, forcing Lilith to pick her up (strategic cuddling) and pinning one or both of them under her and then falling asleep (strategic napping).

That graphic put a stitch in my side, bat!Lilith has me dying! It's what she deserves <3!

[aster-art-disaster]

Food Preferance 4/7

AKA: Two siblings growing up with each other also involves lowkey judging each other’s food decisions.

Bits of time in the twins lives from the past and now, from there and then.

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3. Sauce and Sea

The sauce mentioned is banana ketchup. It is a sauce that is meant to be an alternative to tomato ketchup. It is typically only in glass bottles where I live, but I have seen it in small red plastic jugs before. I figured that since tamato berries are spicy in the Pokemon world, there would be alternative berry sauces.

| CH 1 | CH2 | CH3 | S |

Read on Ao3 here.

Age 8

Pop. Pop. Pop.

The microwave catches Ingo’s attention briefly and reminds him to stop Labra from attempting to heat up the second bag of popcorn. The candle pokemon pouts as they play with the plastic wrapper instead.

Today was an impromptu movie night courtesy of Elesa. The twins admitted the other day they haven’t heard of any of the movies she had started to mention at school. She offhandedly remembered there being a couple train scenes in some of them, and neither wanted to admit it was starting to pique their interest. It resulted in a bunch of planning and a mix of VHS tapes and DVDs being brought to their home and a promise to their parents to not start a fire when they went to do some things from the store along with dinner. 

It leaves Ingo waiting by the entrance to the kitchen watching the rain outside. It was a day that reminded him of the cold approaching, with the beginning of frost curling at the windows as the skies take on a dreary feeling.

His brother eyes him as he carries blankets to the living room. He plops them unceremoniously on the couch before combeelining to the pantry. Emmet goes to pick up a couple of things before he stares longingly at the chairs. He rolls his eyes at the direction of his brother. Ingo remembered it was agreed to be no blanket fort that night after what happened last time.

“Blanket fort?” Emmet suggests as he passes his brother as if on cue. He nudges Ingo who only sighs in response. 

“Emmet, no. Last time we almost caused a-”

“I will steal your snacks if you don’t.”

Ingo’s eyes slightly widened. “You wouldn’t dare enact such-”

“The movie is gonna Gogoat if you two keep being Slowpokes about getting over here.” A voice cuts them off.

Elesa was propping up pillows from the couch on the floor with her sleeping bag splayed out. She sat with her back to the couch as her Blitzle, Wire, lays down next to her. 

“I am Emmet. That was a stretch.” Emmet calls from the fridge.

“I can’t Delibird it well all the time. Earlier sucked, so I can’t help but Slacking off a bit.”

Emmet immediately makes a face as Ingo snorted. The first bag was finished popping, the scent of butter filled the air as he took it out to repeat the process much to Labra’s dismay. Emmet marches to the living room to glare at Elesa. 

“That was worse. Verrry bad.” 

“What Aggron-a do about it, Met Met?”

Emmet glares at her harder causing her to laugh.

They continue to bicker as Ingo grabs some sodas and the last of the popcorn. He might consider just watching them argue and fight rather than watching a movie. He sighs as he wrapps a blanket around himself.

At least it supposedly has trains in it.

-

Crunch. 

The movie was interesting. They were at the point where it was rushing past landscapes of green and blue skies. A breath of loosening the build up from the scene earlier.

Squirt. Crunch.

They weren’t at a train scene yet, but the story was interesting and almost had him glued to the screen.

Crinkle. Squish.

Ingo moves to sit up and turn in the direction of his brother. 

He could still hear Emmet’s crunching of chips despite the noise of the tv. Elesa shifts to glance up at them from her sleeping bag on the floor. 

Emmet catches them staring, the pattern of applying chips to sauce momentarily halted. He rolls his eyes before handing each of them one to try.

He identifies the sauce as nanab ketchup as he chews. It in of itself isn’t what surprised him. The sauce isn’t his favorite, but he can understand why his brother likes it. A salty sweet combination that is crunchy when consumed immediately. 

A beat of silence passes between the three of them. Elesa gave him a thumbs up, nabbing more chips, but Ingo was caught up on something.

He was staring more and more at the items his twin held. The bottle the ketchup was in looked familiar. 

It was more ovalish and the cap didn’t really look like one for sauce bottles. It made sense that a glass bottle would be harder to have precision, but it's just- wait.

“Emmet, did you use a small dish soap bottle to put that sauce in?”

“No it's not. I am Emmet. You are being judgy.”

Ingo blinked, his voice getting a bit louder. “How am I being judgy? You are the one who ate my cookies one time because I took ‘too long’.”

“You did. It tasted sad when we ate it. Sad, week old fridge cookies.”

Ingo was about to retort back that it still would have tasted fine if they had just been toasted for a bit, but Emmet’s words caught him like the wind from a passing train.

“What do you mean by ‘we’ ?”

Emmet’s eyes widen as he quickly covers his mouth. He didn’t mean to admit that. Haha. He turns away from his sibling.

“What do you mean by ‘we’ ?” Ingo repeats, connecting the dots himself. 

“Uh,” Elesa eloquently interjects, like the partner in crime that she is. 

The two were sweating bullets as the air became electrified. He couldn’t believe them. His own sibling and best friend. Thieves. A pair of Lillipups with Pickup.

Ingo tries to swipe a couch pillow, but Emmet quickly takes the ketchup before he could react and

Squirt

Ingo’s face was wet with lines of sauce dripping down onto his shirt. He stills, looks at the both of them. He wipes his hands across his face.

Emmet caught the message he was trying to convey with his eyes. A promise.

“Boy Run! R-retreat! He doesn’t have Pursuit!” Elesa urges, trying to hold back her laughter and surprise.

She tries to yank Emmet out of his brother's range. He falls off the couch instead, holding his stomach to stop himself from giggling.

There was only one correct response to this.

He smacks his hands on their faces and proceeds to dart away before they are hot on his heels with pillows.

-

Ten minutes later, Elesa stands on the couch in victory. Her unexpected betrayal had even caught Ingo off guard. She laughs as the twins lay defeated on the floor, pretending to be slain as she begins to laugh maniacally.

They then hear a lock shift. Then another. Door opens, bringing in the cool night air. Two coated figures stood in the doorway to the house. 

Their parents returned. 

They clock her on the couch. Elesa froze as still as a Zen Mode Darmanitan. Ingo and Emmet were already sitting up and pointing to each other. Ingo still has dried red sauce on his face and she and Emmet weren’t fairing much better.

Their surprised expressions as Mama burst into laughter and Nibi sputters their shock peter off as they notice the mess in the living room.

Elesa remembers that they had promised to behave while they went to do some errands.

She spares a glance at the twins. Emmet had embarrassment smeared on his face while Ingo pointedly looked away. It seems that they had forgotten as well.

Oops.

-

Age 28

“-go. Ingo.”

He blinked. Ingo had a nanab berry in his hand. Warden Paulina tried to catch his attention.

He had started to derail, didn't he?

Ingo turns to her in acknowledgment. He clears his throat and tips his hat in slight embarrassment.

“My apologies Wa- Paulina. My mind appears to have detoured momentarily.” 

The Warden in question smiled gently from where she stood from the tree. Her eyes were slightly concerned. It was the sort of look that would make him look away if he didn’t feel that was seen as impolite.

“It was quite alright, Ingo,” she begins, turning to look out towards the sea,

“The Coastlands are quite nice this morning.”

He agrees. The waves were gentle along the shoreline. As he arrived, he even paused for a moment to see the sun rise from the horizon. It felt familiar and unusually like summer despite being the beginning of winter for Hisui.

He was aiding Warden Paulina in picking some of the last of the fall season’s berries in the Coastlands for winter storage. Ingo had spared a glance from where they stood by the berry tree. The pair of Growlithe run around each other on the grassy clearing. Their yips and calls had caught Ingo’s attention as the larger encouraged the smaller to play.

It reminded him of something. A laughter that he couldn’t grasp, a playful punch in the arm, footsteps not on dirt or stone. 

“It is good that the young sir is having a decent day today.” He comments towards Paulina, shaking off some nostalgia. Wisps of memories flicker in his mind only to dissipate shortly after.

She softly smiles, but a sigh escapes her lips as she grabs for some berries. She was looking into the distance, seemingly towards the cliffside to her abode, but her mind is likely far from it. 

“There are times I wish I could do more for him,” Paulina admits, “Despite all odds, I want to be able to give him more-”

She cuts herself off, but he understands. Time. The young growlithe also needed time, not space. Something that is still hard to admit as much as Diamond is with vice versa. 

Ingo twists his warden bracelet as they pack to start towards Warden Paulina’s home in thought. The Growlithe chase each other, appearing to race each other as if doing so will be an award in itself.

He sees the way Paulina looks at them as if it is a rare moment of peace that is just starting to be more frequent. 

“It can feel stagnant despite the progress,” He responds quietly, “Healing is not a one way track as much as people ideal it to be. The pressure from the Clan is one born of concern, but it is the incorrect response. It had instead caused a withdrawal of confidence than something to aspire to be. The right track is right in front of us.

“He should be allowed to mourn, but he shouldn’t be allowed to misplace guilt for something he couldn’t control.”

Ingo hopes he is able to convey that she shouldn’t either for herself. He doesn’t want to overstep if had misjudged his observations. 

Paulina is quiet for a moment. Then she huffed out a small smile.

“You are the second person who has told me this opinion.”

Ingo furrowed his brow at her response.

“I shouldn’t be the first person of our Clan to express such a fact to you, Warden Paulina.”

“What makes you think that you are the first from the Clan?”

He turns to look at her in confusion, “It’s a logical conclusion that with your courtship with War-“

One of the smaller baskets she had brought with them is suddenly thrust into his arms. He shifts to balance the weight as he is suddenly ladened with berries. Her face is now a very slightly redder shade than before.

“I think it is getting quite late, Ingo. It might be preferred to reach the Highlands before nightfall. I know Lady Sneasler is fond of these berries.”

“I could still aid in-“

“I insist,” she politely urges, "Thank you for your assistance, Ingo."

Ingo pretends to check the sun as he gives a placating gesture.

"You are correct. The arrival to my destination would be after the sunset if I loiter any longer. Thank you for the berries, Warden Paulina.” 

She nods, “I wish you a safe journey to the Highlands Ingo.”

“I will make sure to send Warden Iscan to your station if I see him.”

“Ingo, please leave.”

-

He arrives back before Lady Sneasler trails in with the rest of the sneak and Metro. She clocks him in the middle of cooking. Making a combeeline towards him, she places her chin to rest on his head.

Without missing a beat, Ingo greets the sneasels that run after her and makes sure Metro doesn’t sneak off with too many berries. He gestures to the basket on the rock and then to his cooking pot, feeling glad as he hears his Lady chirp in delight. 

He won’t question why his Noble likes his attempts at a sauce, but it feels warm to be able to share something he has made with someone. Enough to stave off the cold and just to be in the moment for a while.

The rest of the evening tries to go as smoothly on its tracks when helping to care for a boogle of sneasels along with the rest of his duties as Warden.

Age 28

“You good?”

Elesa glances over to see Emmet was crying over his spaghetti. The patter of rare rain in the desert city could be heard as they sat at the kitchen table. She pushes a box of tissues towards him and sees him smile for a moment as he wipes his eyes.

“You didn’t burn it. Good job.”

“Still better tasting than yours is thankfully.” She quipped back with a small smile. “It's not a magneton of work to dump a bag of sauce on vegetables.”

He rolled his eyes,“You saying that makes me disagree.”

“Well you can handle next time we’re nostalgic then,”

“I am Emmet. Maybe I will.”

A warm silence settles between them as Emmet taps his fork in thought.

“We should invite more people next time.”

She pauses at the suggestion,“What, like a Self Care Day?”

He nods enthused,“Sure. If that means ‘You Lose At Video Games Today’ Day.”

Emmet's smug grin declares challenge all on his own. She bristled at his declaration.

“You. Me. PokeKart. Now.”

It doesn't help with everything right away, but it might mean that they would have less leftovers next time.

[elgaravel]

🖊🖊🖊 for both el and dmitri (which i'm so curious to know more about >:)

Congrats on picking two of my most insufferable ocs <3 fjshfjsj but thank youuuu rena

El:

El's parents are like stupid rich but did in fact not want children so they didn't like... directly interact with her that much. They left most duties to the nannys and left a bunch of gifts for her between business trips and vacations to try and compensate. So she acted out a lot as a kid to try and get their attention which just got her ass sent to a boarding school on the other side of the country 😭. Also did not go to her wedding but they did send money <3

The only reason she's really able to survive in the wasteland is because Akira taught her a lot of survival skills and how to use weapons and such in case of a situation like this.

Absolutely avoided Preston and the minutemen at any cost after he asked her to become the General bc she truly is just not a leader and she has horrible commitment issues. She joined the railroad bc they seemed like the least insufferable option and she can sympathize with the cause.

Dmitri:

Dmitri is an alchemist and likes to experiment but cannot keep herbs or plants alive for the life of him and since certain ones usually are key ingredients, it doesn't do him any favors. So once he gets a little more comfortable with Gray, he simply starts stealing from them since plants are their whole thing. Cue bickering and fist fights, and Gray changing their locks again.

In my dadgil au, he's much more subdued after he enters his dilf era and starts to help with raising Nero. He's still smug and annoying but much less likely to hex you over slight inconveniences because it sets a bad example or whatever.

As a human, Dmitri grew up mostly on the streets since his parents abandoned him. He turned to crime to get by though it did eventually escalate into murder as he got older and grew more ruthless. He died around age 28 and was turned into a demon due to the underworld's influence on his soul and whatnot. He drifted around a lot after that and eventually calmed down quite a bit though did little for his reputation anyway. But he did eventually become a hunter and met Eden which was when he decided to truly redeem himself.

[angelsleepinggurl]

𝐒𝟐:𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟒

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Golden skies reach your living room, spreading through the place. The neighbourhood has settled into a quiet hum, ready for the hour of the evening but your house has only just begun bubbling with excitement. Naaila walks out of your kitchen and rushes upstairs to your bathroom. After your phone call, you decided to give her a visit, wanting to check out how sorry she was. Turns out she bought you a whole new bed. The frame, the mattress, the covers, the duvet, the pillows, all of it brand new, all of it better. You almost didn’t believe it, or her but she proved to you that she meant it, and all of it was there to stay.

There are loud knocks on the door and a muffled sound of bickering. “Hey you guys.” you greet, watching the both of them compose themselves in front of you, holding bottles of some alcohol.

“We come bearing gifts,” Darios says, holding the bottles towards you only for them to be snatched momentarily after.

“We come bearing alcohol for all, mostly me. ” Annalise says, walking inside the house once you make way for them to enter. “Woah, you’re place is nice,” Annalise remarks, slipping off her shoes and looking around.

“It’s alright, I may be planning on moving out to somewhere bigger down the future,” you explain, taking a good look at the place.

“Oh. Who else do you live with?” she asks, crouching to stroke your cat, Gigi.

“What?”

“You said you want to move somewhere bigger, so you and the whole you live with may want more space.”

“I don’t live with anyone.” you mutter, your lips straining into a tight line.

“Oh. No boyfriend or anything?” she asks, standing up again, yet you just shake your head slowly feeling some form of embarrassment creep over you. What you’re embarrassed for you’re not sure, but you still feel it anyways.

“Anna.” Darios scolds under his breath “It’s alright Y/N, most people out age live alone, and it’s not a crime for wanting more room.” As if on cue to stop the energy of the conversation from dying, Naaila scurries down the stairs.

“Okay I’m totally ready to play Just Dance now!” she shouts as she rushes down. “Oh hey guys.” the two new people in the room catch her off guard, surprised she didn’t hear them enter the house. “Are you two the infamous Darios and Annalise?” she asks, walking into the room more. “Are you two the ones being friends with my baby at work?” she says, going in to hug the both of them.

“Will you quit calling me your baby.” you snap at her, holding Gigi in your arms.

“And you are?” Annalise asks her.

“Naaila. Annalise your hair is like gorgeous, who’s your stylist?” she asks her after she pulls away from the hug, inspecting her hair carefully.

“Thank you, It’s Sarah at Everrly Boutique.”

“I haven’t heard of it, but I’ll be sure to check it out.” Naaila responds, tucking her own long, flowing hair behind her ears. Her hair is her pride and joy, having grown it out since childhood, and it’s usually the first thing people notice about her. It cascades down her back, past her waist, a symbol of her meticulous care and patience. “Okay, now what are we doing, singing, dancing, both?” asks, waving the remote around in her hand.

“Time to sing. Need to put this bitch in his place.” Annalise says, taking a swig of the alcohol, that you didn’t know she’d opened. You sink into the corner of the couch, cuddling your cat as you watch the performances go down. Annalise decided to go first, choosing a belt-y song to sing, screaming and shouting all over the place, but it didn’t matter to her. She decided that her bottle would be her mic, trying to sneak sips between song breaks. Next was Naaila who decided on being a popstar, turning off the lights and making everyone use their phones as flashlights, waving them in the dark.

“Y’know Y/N, you should really start judging us, tell us who did best,” Annalise suggests, falling back further into your couch once Naaila’s performance was over.

“Right and have you guys murder me if you don’t get the top spot I don't think so,” you reply, standing up to go and answer the door. It was the pizza you’d ordered and you honestly didn’t remember ordering so much.

Naaila must have put in an extra order, whatever, she’s probably paying for them.

Once you pay, you collect the boxes, struggling to keep them upright and head back into the living room. You’re met with Darios sitting on the coffee table, guitar on his leg as he strums and sings. Directly in front of him is Annalise who is sat still, watching every second of his performance.

“I practice every day

To find some clever lines to say

To make the meaning come true.”

You’re in awe, you never knew your co-worker could sing, yet here he is, basked in the dimming lights of the day, eyes closed as he does it.

“But then I think I'll wait

Until the evening gets late

And I'm alone with you.”

“The time is right, your perfume fills my head

The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue

And then I go and spoil it all

By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

Once the song ends, you and Naaila immediately burst into applause. “Darios. You didn’t tell me you could sing,” you exclaim, walking towards him. He shyly places the guitar down next to him chuckling.

“Yeah man, you were so good. You were all like “I love you.” and shit.” Naaila adds, lowering her voice to mimic him. “How many girls have you won over with that one, huh.” she asks, sitting close to Annalise and lying. Annalise who’s still sat on the edge of the couch, now sits quietly. Her hands are in her lap and stares directly at them.

“None,” Darios responds to Naaila, briefly glancing at Annalise.

Oh.

“Well, how many girls are you planning on trying that with?” They both look up at each other now, holding each other’s gaze for a second before shifting uncomfortably.

“None.”

“Where’d you even get that guitar?” you finally ask. Darios hands it back to you letting Naaila explain the situation.

“One of your exes gave it to you. Well tried, you weren’t here. So I took it and put it in one of your storage rooms.”

“How have I never seen this? And why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were already broken up. It was the one that was constantly trying win you back post break up and you said you would rather die than see you again. I only kept it because he gave you a whole frekaing guitar and you never know when you’d need it. For example today.”

You narrow your eyes at her, “ Still shoudln’t have kept it.”

“Okay, Okay, sorry, sorry.” she apologises again, hugging loosely. She’s drunk. Annalise enters the room, the drunk seemingly evaporated out of her, with how quiet she’s being.

“I think we’ve decided on a movie.” she says, pizza in her hand, before walking back. to the living room. The two seemed to have chosen a horror movie to watch. You and Naaila share the larger couch, leaving Darios and Annalise to share the smaller one. They sit close, but not too close, the space between them filled with an unspoken tension. Every now and then, you catch Darios making a quiet comment, just loud enough for Annalise to hear, and she responds with a whisper that makes him chuckle.

Naaila settles when she rests her head on your shoulder, eyes dropping, completely missing the scary moment of the movie. But you didn’t mind. Eventually, the movie lulls everyone into a quiet, comfortable state. The room is warm, the kind of warmth that seeps into your bones and makes you feel safe.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, a call.

That’s unexpected.

You slip out from under Naaila, placing her head on the armrest of the couch, as you tiptoe out of the quiet room to the outside. Checking the caller ID flashing across the screen, you’re shocked.

“Hello? What happened?”

“Does something need to have happened for me to call you? I miss your voice.”

“Is that right, sir?”

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[snippychicke]

Using tumblr as a personal journal?

Why, yes. Yes I am.

Why? In case some one out there reads this and realizes they're not alone. And also kind of for me to tell myself my feelings are valid and its okay to share them. And peeps on tumblr can either scroll past or can read and empathize. Its their choice. (Unlike someone who has no choice but to listen to me should I vent in real life)

If you don't know, I have ptsd/cptsd. Most days it doesn't bother me (outside the ton of anxiety and massive guilt complex). Then I have days like today.

Me and my work bro (we'll call him brad) were having some down time and were laughing while posting gifs and cracking bad jokes. Our work Mom (lets call her Teresa) was quiet, but she is literally the age of our mothers so I thought nothing of it.

Welll, aparently I missed some social cues or something, because Teresa seems to snap. She was irritated by us 'horsing around' and not helping her put away meds (which I hadn't realized we had in, nor had I heard her ask for help. She may have asked and my adhd ass didn't notice, or she just assjmed we had noticed and were purposefully ignorjng her. Not really important?)

I freeze, but Brad snaps back. And then they bicker angerily for a while before Teresa storma out.

Good mood gone, I just go back to reading the manuals I should be studying. Well, then we start having issues with a computer system, and Brad calls help desk and walks out of the office when Teresa walks in (still irritated). And, well, tries to fix it herself and learns that Brad is apprently trying to fix it too and its just a snafu. And now she really is angry and is slamming shit down and what not.

My ptsd triggers. I am in full freeze mode. Body tense, unavle to get out of my chair, I am terrified. (But not once has Teresa ever blame me or anything) and I stay like this, pretending to read a manual while my body is fully tense, waiting for the need to flee that never comes.

After about an hour, ita lunch. Teresa and Brad are called into the big wigs office to talk about their problems, and I escape fjnally and go to my friends office.

And just start crying as everything crashes down. I was so scared, and so confused because I don"t fully comprehend why I was so terrified. My cptsd has the dissociative amnesia, so I don't remember my abuse clearly (think of it as reading a story years ago as a child, and you can rember the gist, but confused and blurred on the details. Thats my memory of my childhood, plus the fact I feel as it happened to someone else and not me). But apparently my subconscious does.

Anyways, now I've had a good cry so I'm tired, my body hurts like hell from being so tense and my anxiety has caused my fibromyalgia to flare...and I had to work the next 5 and a half hours like that.

And then I find out my mom may have Myasthenia Gravis, and will probably tranfer to a nursing home either tomorrow or next week! Oh, and in the next month my new job wants to send me to a town 3 hours away for extra training! And I have not told my co dependant and disabled mother that I will be ggone for a week.

[okkotsvs]

anonymous requested: Hello! Can I request a scenario for Yuuta Okkotsu where he has an s/o who’s very attractive and all the others students are like baffled on how a guy like yuuta managed to get with a person like them *Cue the first and second year students with surprised pikachu faces

⤏ contents: okkotsu yuuta x gn!reader; 1492 words; fluff; disbelief at the fact that yuuta snagged you somehow

⤏ notes: bringing the other characters in to interact is always something :D this one has more intro to the beginning but i wanted to write the others, too

Maki is the first to greet you at the front of the school. To be honest, she wasn’t expecting anyone. After all, would even show up to this secluded place in the mountains? It wasn’t everyday they’d have someone come in and at most it would be some representatives coming for her teacher. 

But this person was clearly not one of those reps, if it wasn’t enough for the fact that you looked closer to her age than the old geezers Gojo would complain about. Your greeting was nice enough if a little nervous from the way you looked at her up and down. Though, she couldn’t deny that she gave the same once over to you. Her eyes nearly budged out of her sockets in surprise before she spit out a hello and who are you. 

“Oh, I’m looking for someone.” You say casually, not missing the way her eyes narrow. It was intimidating because her expression was sort of calculative. Maki was just thinking to herself who it could have been. She hums in acknowledgement, sensing the waves of cursed energy coming off of you to deem you safe to expose to what was behind her. 

She wanted a simple walk around campus but now, she supposes, she’s bringing in a visitor. 

On the short walk from there to the first building, Maki was able to get your name and occupation. Turns out you attended another school for sorcerers besides the Kyoto one and are beginning the process of promoting another grade up. You didn’t miss the way her eyes would dart back and forth from ahead of her and to your face, almost as if she wasn’t sure you were right there beside her. Her real reason: you were unsure. 

Maki was confused to say the least. Anyone would have been able to say that you were definitely attractive, not that she would say it out loud for her own pride, and besides she just met you. Her sensei was more than enough to handle, especially with how he manages to slip in everyday that he was handsome. Maybe she was glad you didn’t do that. Or maybe she’d spent too much time around him. 

But that didn’t matter. She was stunned to have forgotten the most important question. 

“Who’re you looking for, anyway?” The both of you walk into the building and you perk up at the question, face beaming in excitement. But before you could answer, two students come barrelling in with a quarrel of some sorts. 

“You’re an idiot!”

“I already told you I was sorry!” A short haired girl had her arm wrapped around another boy's throat, rubbing the top of his head vigorously with her fist. You give a look over at Maki who didn’t look the least bit amused. In that moment, you realize that it wasn’t just the four of you now. There were three other students, or two and a… panda?, sitting on the common room couch with cards splayed on the table in front of them. At the sound of the door opening they were going to greet Maki back but realized there was another person with her. 

Their gaze never left you right as you stepped in, but you didn’t have to know that their card game took at least a three minute pause. Even the bickering duo paused eventually once they noticed a significant silence. Everyone’s eyes were on you. 

“So who’s this?” The panda speaks up, “I’m Panda.” Fitting.

“I’m l/n y/n,” A monotone hello resounds but their attention is definitely not on something, or someone, else. Maki notices this and rubs her nose bridge, pointing at everyone. 

“Emo’s Megumi, pinky’s Itadori, Kugisaki, and Toge.” There’s a quiet murmur of emo and pinky from their respective parties. Your eyes land on the most familiar one in the room, giving a kind smile and wave to Inumaki who seems to have kept his attention on you.

“Kombu.” He waves back. He makes a motion to jab a finger down the hallway to give you a message everyone wasn’t sure of. You nod after figuring out what he meant and smile.

“Okay! I hope you guys don’t mind if I wait here?” It’s more of a question to make sure you’re not pressuring them. A stranger coming in out of nowhere is strange, but the students don’t seem to be opposed to it from their quick responses. 

“No no!”

“Definitely not!”

“Yeah, you can stay.”

“Stay as long as you want!”

“Shake.”

Within seconds, you’re swept onto the couch and in between the first duo you saw. They’re asking you just general questions, Panda and Toge, even though he already knows you, listening with their full attention. Even Fushiguro’s paying less and less attention to his phone and subtly looking over at you.

It’s all well and good until one question pops up: “Is a hottie like you single?” Everyone’s heads turn to Itadori who looks just as shocked as they do. He immediately slaps a hand over his cheek from the mouth that had popped out. 

You stare confused for a moment before snapping your fingers. “You’re the Sukuna guy!“ You inwardly recoil from your choice of words but the aforementioned doesn’t seem the least bit deterred. In fact, Yuuji’s excited that you know about him even if it’s in a not-so-favorable way. 

You continue talking to them all the while still oblivious to the way they look at you. Down the hall, however, a door opens and out steps one more student. He hears chatting in the common room and checks his phone, mouth turning into a smile when he realizes what day it was. Rushing to the room, he slides to a stop right in front of everyone. 

“Oh Okkotsu,” Maki starts, “this is—“

“Yuu!” You stand up excitedly and waste no time in throwing yourself in his arms. He laughs, wrapping his own around your waist and bringing you into a tighter hug. You stay like that for a bit, matching bright smiles on both your faces, before you pull away. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, angel.” He says fondly. 

“What the hell?” It’s only then do you two remember the audience and Yuuta freezes, turning his head slowly to catch their faces. Itadori, Kugisaki, and Panda have their jaws to the floor while Maki and Fushiguro are conflicted on whether to feel surprised or not? They were unsure. 

The only one not in shock is Inumaki who was sitting back with his arms crossed, gesturing to his friend to explain. “Tuna mayo.” Their friends then stare at him. 

“You knew?” Inumaki nods his head but he doesn’t look all that pleased about it. It was only a few months ago that his close friend told him about you but that didn’t mean his initial surprise never waned. In fact, he was a little betrayed and sort of jealous in a good hearted way, if that wasn’t obvious from his posture and narrowed eyes. 

“Mentaiko.”

“Ah,” Yuuta has his mouth in an ‘o’ shape looking over at you. “Aha, this is l/n y/n.”

“We know.”

“And we’re… dating?”

“Is that a question or answer?” He flinches at the tones of Maki and Kugisaki but to be fair, everyone else in the room was more or less wanting to know how the hell he managed to get someone like you.

“No offense, Okkotsu-senpai,” Kugisaki starts, pointing at him, “but they’re gorgeous. How?”

“W-What do you mean how?” 

From his side you let out a laugh in amusement of the whole situation. You knew your boyfriend wasn’t the most bold or confrontational, he was a bit timid and shy but he always meant well. Even now, he hasn’t let you leave his hold, hands resting around your waist as comments of his friends’ confusion dart out.

You take it upon yourself to hold one of his hands and bring it up to your face, kissing his palm. “Because he’s Yuuta.” There’s the way you look at him which has the others mostly putting to rest their questions. Yuuta’s face reddens before he takes a hold of that same hand you grasped his with, pulling you along to his room. 

“It was nice meeting you all!” You call back, their presence slowly drowned out by the both of you, all unintentionally as you catch him up on the promotion and whatever else. Yuuta just likes hearing you talk. 

And the others could do nothing but wave in your direction as you went.

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Bonus: 

After you two retreated to his room, the rest of them sat there without saying a word. But in their heads they were all thinking the same thing. 

Can I get that lucky?

A long sigh resounds, coming from Panda as he sits up and picks up the forgotten deck of cards. 

“Does anyone want to play ’Go Fish?”’

[mysticalrambling]

Hi this is mine request, y/n and chris (evans) are married and the have 2 kids, Emma and Jason, and y/n takes Emma to get there nails and hair done they have a girls day , while the boys a a boys day at home, and when y/n and Emma comes home, the boys have cooked dinner for the girls and later that night the have a family movie night, in matching pyjama's

A/N: I loved the plot line and I was happy to write about it. This is what I came up with and I might have added a few more things to the plot line. I love dad Chris Evans and I would love to write more about him. Hope you guys like it and please tell me what you think about it.

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Family Time (C.E)

Chris Evans Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master list)

Warnings: None. Fluff all the way.

Summary: dad! Chris Evans x reader. Chris and the reader spends the whole day with their family. They enjoy the free day with their children and enjoy every moment of it.

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Having two kids was a bittersweet experience for the two of you as they were close in age so they fought a lot. It could be over the simplest of things such as who will eat in which bowl or who will cuddle with daddy at night. Emma and Jason loved each other to death but Jason being the elder was sometimes a little too stubborn. The one thing that always came as a shock to Chris’s family was that your son was a total daddy’s boy and vice versa for your daughter. Your family was always a little different from the others and you loved it.

“Mommy, Jacey pulled on my hair and threw my dollies to the ground.” Fat tears poured down her baby blue eyes as she jumped on your shared bed, effectively waking you both up. Chris just groaned and buried his head in the soft pillows and hands placed on his ears. You didn’t blame him, you both were up pretty late last night because Jason had a severe stomach ache. But he was okay now, considering he was busy annoying his younger sister.

“I will scold him but can you lie down with daddy now so I could freshen up and make you guys breakfast.”

“But I want to stay with you-,” she began to protest and you quickly silenced her by promising a girls only day.

“Besides, you don’t want to cuddle with daddy?” Chris growled playfully and started tickling your three and a half year old daughter. Taking this as your cue to leave, you went to the washroom. Meanwhile, Jason also joined the two of them in bed and lazed around for the whole morning, You prepared pancakes and scrambled eggs that was your family’s favorite breakfast and put out some dog food for Dodger.

“I want dad to feed me today.” Your five year old son declared when Emma sat on Chris’s lap to be pampered by him.

You sensed a fight heading towards the dining room and you quickly tried to diffuse the situation. “You are going to spend the whole day with your father today so let him feed Emma, please.” He huffed out a fine and you cut his pancakes in to little pieces.

“I am thinking of taking James to do some grocery shopping and then spend the whole day at home.” Chris was free today because his shooting does not start until Monday and he wanted to spend as much time possible with his family before he gets busy. He always hated being apart from you guys and would feel bad if he missed out an important step in his children’s life because of his career. You guys were truly blessed to have him in your life.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I will get them both ready for the day and then we can all get on with our day.” Pecking him on the lips, you took the kids to your room and Chris went to clean the dishes.

“Mommy, I don’t want to sit in the booster seat. I want to sit with you.”

“No, baby, it is not safe.” She was hell bent on her request today and you just ran out of patience. Snapping at her, you were instantly filled with guilt because tears pooled in her eyes.

“Darling, I am sorry. Babe, can you drop Emma and I at the parlor before going to the supermarket?”

“Sure. Just let me get my keys.” Sitting in the middle of two booster seats was highly uncomfortable but you would do it for your children. The whole car ride was filled with both the kids babbling about their school and day care respectively. Your husband silently made eye contact with you from the rearview mirror and you knew he was thanking you. “When should I pick you both up?”

“I’ll text you half an hour earlier.” Getting Emma out of her seat, you walked towards your favorite salon. You already knew that Emma wanted a mixture of blue and pink nail polish because colors are gender neutral. Chris always made sure that your kids never follow the obscene rules set by the society.

“We are going to have so much fun, mommy.” The little girl skipped towards the reception and stood on her tip toes to see you make the reservation.

“Baby, do you want to get a haircut as well?”

“Are you getting one?”

“Yes.”

“Then I want one as well.” The receptionist smiled at your daughter’s excitement and complimented her saying that she looked just like Chris. Emma puffed out her cheeks and mumbled, “I look like my mommy.”

“Sorry. You are a carbon copy of your mother. Now, I have you two stationed right next to each other and you have manicure first.”

On the other side, Chris sat his little boy in the trolley and marveled at how big he was slowly getting. He had decided to properly pamper his family today and an Italian dinner was just a start. One of the things that you always craved in both your pregnancies was his pasta pomodoro and he sometimes had to make it at three in the morning to satisfy your cravings.

“Daddy, can I get some cookies?”

“Yes, but only one because we don’t want you to have stomach ache.” Chris quickly finished the grocery shopping and then went in to Cartier. Pampering his girls was his top most priority today so he had already ordered a bracelet for you with all of the family’s birth stones engraved in it, He also ordered the same exact bracelet for his baby girl just in a smaller size. Emma always wanted the same exact things as her mother and Chris always tried to fulfill her wish.

“Can we get them some pretty flowers, as well?” Quickly, he wiped all the cookie crumbles from Jason’s face and agreed with him. They decided on getting them some pink roses because you both loved them.

The moment they arrived at the house, they quickly got to cooking but Chris made sure that he went no way near the stove. He was given the task to open up the spaghetti packet and picking out the red carrots.

Meanwhile, you both got your nails done with you opting for a bright yellow colour. Chris’s favorite colour. You got your hair cut in square layers while Emma just got a nice trim for her dirty blonde hair. Both the kids had inherited Chris’s hair and eyes but the nose and the smile was all you. During the whole time, you and your daughter talked about anything and everything. She talked about the cute boy in her daycare and how she wanted to be his friend but she got a whole circus running around in her tummy.You just chuckled and thought to not tell Chris because he will freak out and bully that poor boy.

After about two hours, Chris and James came to pick you both up and the whole way back, both the kids kept bickering with each other. The moment you opened the front door to your house, your favorite aroma hit you and a blissful sigh escaped your lips. “Have I told you this new look suits you a lot?” Your husband took you in a backside hug while both your munchkins ran towards the dining room.

“Just like a thousand times from the moment you picked us up. Is this dinner a hint?”

“Well, it’s true and maybe it is.” You kissed him slowly on the lips because the prospect of another kid was exciting to say the least.

“Daddy, I want the pasta!” Emma screamed from across the hallway and you both made your way towards them. The dining was all set and the kids were already sitting at their assigned places with their plastic forks in hand. Chris quickly served the food and you all got to eating. Dodger was sitting by your chair and happily munching on his food. Making silent eye contact with your husband, you guys silently agreed on having another kid. You were thrilled.

They all went to their rooms and came out in their matching Captain America pjs that Chris bought from Los Angeles the last time he was there for shooting. He always loved the idea of twinning with his famiily.

“We have a little surprise for you, don’t we, Jason?” The boy ran towards the living room and you all followed suit. Chris gave you a bouquet with a red long box and Jason did the same but with a smaller size to his baby sister.

The moment you saw the content in the jewelry box, tears welled up in your eyes. This was such a thoughtful gift and there was an empty place in the bracelet for a new gemstone. “You thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“I am giving you a lot of hints, here.”

“You don’t have to convince me, baby. I was thinking about this as well.”

“Then, it’s done. Baby number three of our family.”

“Thank you, daddy,” Emma jumped on Chris from the back and he immediately caught her in his arms.

“No problem, baby. Which movie do you guys want to watch?” He asked but he already knew the answer.

“Lion King!” There were a lot of things that your kids didn’t agree with but this was an exception. They were both die hard fans of Lion King.

“Aw, I thought we will watch Captain America today. But that’s okay, I guess.” He pretended to be hurt by their answer but the kids took it seriously.

“No, daddy. We love Captain America and we can watch it today.” Little hands cupped his light stubbled cheeks and Chris just smiled at his two babies. He was so lucky to have them and he could not wait for a third one.

“It’s okay, bubs. I was just kidding, We can watch it tomorrow. Today is Lion King’s day.” They all got together under the blanket and kept all the snacks on their laps. This was what Chris wanted the whole day; his whole family under his arms, happy.

“I love you.” He whispered to you while you cleaned off Emma’s sticky fingers and the drool on Jason’s chin.

“I love you, too.” You spent the whole night on that couch and somewhere in between the movie, Dodger came up and cuddled to your side. Your life was blissful and it was all because of Chris, the love of your life.

Hope you guys liked it!!

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A/N: This is just some family dribble that I wrote related to Chris Evans. I just love the idea of dad Chris. Send me some ideas related to Chris as a family man and I will be happy to write about it. Tell me if you wanted to be in the taglist.

Tag list: @maximeevansblog, @justile 

Like, comment and reblog.

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[foli-vora]

more than words - pt.1

A/N: I’ve had this in my head for forever and a half so it feels good to finally sort my thoughts and random notes out. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: The one person who you thought would be happy for you finally getting with someone decent was your best friend. After all, he had set you both up. Who would’ve thought he’d be the reason it all falls apart?

Pairing: best friend!Benny Miller/f!reader, Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/f!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, mentions of sexual acts/sexual refences (no smut yet but it’s coming so this is strictly 18+)

pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5 / pt.6

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Wednesday nights were pizza nights. A rule established in the early stages of your friendship with Benjamin Miller – a loud mouth, golden hearted ex-spec ops mess of a human being. A chance meeting one stormy day on the freeway, led to something you weren’t expecting – a friendship, and a solid one at that.

“– she damn near tried to suck the life out of me!”

“Jesus Ben, there are kids a table over.”

“So? They shouldn’t be eavesdroppin’ on conversations that don’t concern them.” He grins lopsidedly at your scowl of disapproval, ripping off a mouthful of pizza and humming as he chews it, head swaying to the faint music playing behind the bar. “You’re payin’, by the way.”

You snort quietly, “Don’t I always?”

He recoils, blinking in playful surprise. “Excuse you? I paid last…” he trails off, eyes rolling to the wall as he thinks but a frown soon pinches his brows. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I love you and I appreciate you.”

You laugh quietly, shaking your head as you signal for another round. “Anyways, reverting to our previous topic before you got carried away with your blowjob story.”

He makes a noise, snapping his fingers as he tries to rush chewing and swallowing his mouthful. “So,” he starts, “I’ve got a friend…”

You groan immediately, letting your head lull back. “Ben –”

This wasn’t anything new. Benny took it as his own personal mission to fix you up with anyone he thought could give you a good time and treat you well. Friends, colleagues, Hell – even his brother at one point. Will was lovely, by all means, but not your type. Both you and Will had agreed you were not a match in the slightest early in the evening, enjoyed a night of beer and pool, and then went your separate ways.

Although, now that you thought about it, Ben hadn’t mentioned setting you up with anyone for a long while. Not since before his mysterious trip.

You still didn’t know anything about it, other than he and some old work friends went on an apparent ‘vacation’. It was more than that – you knew it, and he knew you knew it, but you didn’t push the topic. Instead of interrogating him, forcing question after question on him, you let it go, sensing it was something he really didn’t want to talk about.

He had returned from that trip a few months ago, heavy with exhaustion and usually bright eyes dull and weary. You tucked him into your bed, and left him. He slept for hours. It wasn’t until much later that evening that you crept in to see how he was doing, and found him thrashing silently in the sheets, sweaty and incoherently mumbling, face pinched and puckered in pain. You didn’t wake him. Instead, you knelt beside the bed, softly stroking along his forehead until his erratic movements and breathing calmed. You didn’t bring it up.

“I know, I know,” he threw his hands up in defence with a small grin, “but I think you’ll like this one.”

“That’s what you always say.”

“No, I mean it this time. He’s a real good guy – one of my closest. I think you guys would really hit it off. I haven’t tried to set you up before because he was with the chick but she upped and left him alone with the baby and –”

“Sorry, what?”

“What?”

“He has a baby? Like a… like a child?”

Benny frowns defensively, “You’ve always said you want kids!”

“It’s still a huge commitment, Ben.”

“Jesus, I’m not walking you down the aisle! Just meet him and see where it goes. If it ends in some good sex, you say ‘thank you Ben’ and we move on. And if it ends in something more, you guys take it slow and buy me wings as a thank you.” He shrugs, looking thoroughly impressed with himself, and reaches for his beer, polishing it off in one swig.

“And what if it ends in bad sex?” You challenge, crossing your arms on the table and leaning forward to eye him critically.

He scoffs, “Woman please. I know my brothers. You’ll be in good hands.”

You take a moment to thank the waitress as she stops at your table with your beers. She lingers just a little on passing Ben his, an act he didn’t miss as he shoots her a wink and a honeyed, thanks sugar. She smiles, cheeks flooding with colour before she turns and waltzes off towards other customers, swinging her hips as she goes.

You’re expressionless when he finally turns back to you, “Sugar?”

“Shut your mouth.”

Façade cracking, a snicker falls past your lip and you chuckle. “Alright,” you concede, “you’ve got my interest. What’s his name?”

“Fish.”

… what?

“Come again?”

“Francisco – we call him Fish. Catfish, actually.”

“Your age?”

“Bit older.”

You sigh deeply, rolling your head on your shoulders in thought. You were curious, no doubt about it. Despite never being able to make anything last long-term out of the list of men Benny had set you up with, none of them were bad guys. They were all kind, funny and incredibly respectful. One great thing about Benjamin Miller was that he had an impeccable taste in character.

“I don’t know, Ben –”

He slips his phone from his pocket and swipes away at his screen before wordlessly handing you the device. It was a photo, taken from one of Benny’s many weekend trips into the wilderness. Your eyes are dragged from the incredible background of snow peaked mountains and lush green forests to the man standing beside Benny, tucked under his arm. Average build and height, a well-loved trucker cap hiding dark hair. Warm brown eyes, crinkled from a large dimpled grin between dark patched facial hair.

Benny, seeing the sudden spark of interest, grins around his beer bottle. “So, I’ll slip him your number?”

You tighten your jaw and hand his phone back, sniffing impassively as you reach for your beer. “If it means you’ll leave me alone, then fine.” You mutter coolly, ignoring his quiet chuckle.

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“Wait, wait – you have a best friend and it’s not one of us? I’m cut, Benny. Cut real deep.” Santiago Garcia was curious, to say the least. For years, he had known the youngest Miller and he had never mentioned anyone beyond their little circle or their families. “She cute?”

Benny huffs a chuckle, leaning across the pool table and lining up the final ball. “Hell yeah, she’s cute.”

“Where you been hiding her?”

“She moved away – only came back late last year.”

Santi hums, “Ironhead – she cute?”

Will half smiles, dragging his attention away from the pool table to shrug. “She’s alright.”

His bait works. Benny snaps it up – hook, line and sinker. He stands abruptly from his shot, cue just skimming the white ball, and points an angry finger in his brother’s direction, “I won’t take that shit. She’s a damn angel and you know it.”

Will chuckles to himself before returning his attention to Santi. “Yeah, she’s cute. Show ‘em.”

Benny briefly steps away from the pool table, opens his phone and brings up your Instagram profile, throwing it to Pope and letting him scroll through your feed.

“How come you’ve met her and we haven’t?” Pope aims his question at the older Miller brother, currently bent over the table and pocketing the black ball.

He half shrugs, straightening. “He set us up. It didn’t work out.”

Santi’s face puckers into a teasing glower, and he pouts at the younger Miller. “So, what? You set everyone else up and just leave me to die alone? What’s that about, Benjamin?”

Benny holds his arms out in obvious exaggeration, gesturing deliberately to himself. “You’ve got me.”

Frankie quietly sips his beer and watches in fond amusement, content to stay in the background and away from the bickering. Like Santi, his interest had been piqued but he was somewhat nervous about the situation. He already had feelings of apprehension returning to the dating scene after the shit show of a year he’d had, and those feelings tripled when it came to potentially dating someone close to one of his longest friends. He hadn’t dated in years. He was rusty. What if he disappointed you and Benny ended up kicking his ass? It could get messy real quick.

“I don’t know, man.” He finally pipes up, crossing his arms comfortably across his torso and reclining in the bar stool after peaking over Santi’s shoulder and at the screen he was lazily scrolling through. Ha. Way out of his league. “This kinda shit never works.”

“You sayin’ she’s not good enough for you?”

Frankie shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “You know I’m not.”

“Sounds like you are.”

“Quite the opposite.”

“I’ll take his spot. Give me her number.” Santi holds a hold out, clicking his fingers impatiently when Benny merely rolls his eyes. Pope grins, settling back into his seat and elbowing Frankie softly. “I think you should go for it, man. She seems great, and you need to get back out there.”

“I can’t, I’ve got Mena –”

“And Mena’s got her tío. Go for it. You’re just looking for excuses – no seas cobarde.”

Frankie chews on his lip as he gives it a bit of thought, wondering what’s the worst possible case scenario that could come from it. A busted lip? His self-image in ruins? Scared off from dating for the rest of his life? All things he could live with.

“… alright.”

Immediately, Benny perks up from setting the pool table with a large grin. “Yeah?”

Fish sighs, long and drawn out as Pope playfully pokes his side. “Yeah. Give me her number, I’ll message her now.” Before he freaks and changes his mind.

Maybe he was just thinking too much. What’s the worst that could happen?

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Tags: @anu-simps​

[cynnied-writes]

i like me better (when i'm with you)

○ fandom: deltarune

○ main pairing: kralsei (kris x ralsei)

○ characters: kris | ralsei

○ genre/warnings: romance (mostly fluff… for now) | a bit of coming of age angst

○ tags: fake dating | celebrity au | social media au | meet ugly | kris is a tiktok musician | ralsei is an aged-out disney channel star | kris is afab | house parties | slightly underage drinking | mentions of blood | mild nudity | kris is a bit of a mess but we love them anyway

○ word count: 6, 235

→ summary: Kris Dreemurr, the eccentric musician SilentKnight on TikTok, hadn't meant to trespass through Ralsei Prince's backyard and fall into his pond. But to be fair, they were utterly plastered at the time.

To make things worse, after an ill-advised drunken live stream, Twitter is 100% sure they hooked up with the former Disney Channel star that night. While also being sure that Kris, with their penchant for dark humour and troublemaking, will ruin Ralsei's life. Cue their first-ever "Addressing the Situation" video. But Ralsei's Uncle/Manager and Kris' Godfather have a better idea. Utilizing his Boy Next Door persona, Ralsei will make an honest person out of Kris! Or at least pretend to.

○ note: I noticed there weren't many tropey, longer kralsei fics, so I'm here to correct that horrible misstep! Be warned, (according to my sister) it's more than a bit trashy. The good kind of trash, though (also according to my sister.).

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Chapter 1/22: TikTok Parties and Kind Neighbours

Kris

Hazy and hot, there weren’t summer nights like this anywhere other than Los Angeles. Or at least, that’s what the locals said. However, you’d think if that were true, Kris Dreemurr would be having a better time. Especially since they’re spending one of them at a house party in the Hills. Surrounded by some of the undoubtedly most attractive and allegedly most talented people.

Well, okay, that’s a lie. A couple of hours ago, when they first crashed this party with their best friend Susie, they were having the time of their life. There was an undeniable buzz in the air. The D.J. group Sweet, Cap, and Cakes played a set that bumped so hard, you could feel it anywhere on the property.

On the impromptu dance floor, their peers writhed and ground on each other. Making dance circles every so often for the professional dancers of the party could show off. And afterwards, the comedians could do what they do best. Entertain the crowd like the court jesters they were.

And not to mention, the booze never stopped flowing. The party had enough liquor to make a pirate raise a brow, from jungle juice to Franzia to hard seltzers to beer kegs.

Between all that and the rush of sneaking into the gated community, it’d carried them well through their first few hours. They spent it mainly in awe. First, of the house itself. With its sleek interior and vaulting ceilings. Of their fellow Tiktokers, the faces they’ve seen on screens look as perfect and charming as can be.

Whisper bickering with Susie about which ones they were allowed to approach and which ones they weren’t. Which ended with Susie grumbling about how it wasn’t fair that they wouldn’t let her bully a single e-boy. It was only fair. She wouldn’t let Kris flirt with any of them. The most-most popular Tokers were off-limits for both of them, too. They didn’t need to get cancelled tonight.

And not to mention, the sheer amount of money all around them shook them. Expensive decor, clothing, makeup and gadgets. There were more than a few times when they caught themself adjusting their kind of ratty, DIY sleeveless hoodie.

Even back before their parents divorced, they’d been a middle-class kid. Maybe a little lower. Sure, they went on vacation once a year, if they could squeeze it in, but that was it. Hell, they still wore a lot of Asriel’s hand-me-downs. So, did it show, could every person they talked to tell they weren’t like them? Is that why they struggled and floundered in every conversation?

When Susie had realized from one of the party goers’ live streams that the party was crazy close to them, they thought this was their chance. That this party would be the beginning of something great. That they’d somehow charm everyone they met and convince them to listen to their music. As if they’d ever captivated a single person in their eighteen years. Who did Kris-from-two-hours-ago think they were? Asriel?

…

Well, Asriel, they are not. That’s for sure.

…

You know what? No! They will not be moping tonight of all nights! There’s still time. They needed a distraction right now. A little something to get them out of this funk.

Scanning their dim surroundings from their spot in a corner, bathed in purple lights, they spotted the bar. Yeah, they were still a few years off of being legal, but who’d stop them? In the time it took for them to slink over, snatch a Bud Light from a drink cooler, open it, and take a sip, it looked like no one.

The next few hours could be measured in the drinks they had downed. Three beers, two white claws, and… Oh, Angel. How many shots had they done? Unfortunately, there was no way to tell other than their current furious need to piss. But they couldn’t find the Angel forsaken bathroom.

For some fucking reason, this place is a labyrinth. No matter where they went, every corner they turned, every door they tried seemed to lead them to a closet, a bedroom, or two people having sex.

Angel above, where’s David Bowie when you need him?

Because if they didn’t find a bathroom soon, something very humiliating would happen. Worse, it’s going to happen in front of a lot of people who all have access to their phones and social media. There is no way in Hell they are not going viral that way.

As they staggered up and down the halls, they remarked how amazing it was that even in a house filled to the brim with their peers, they could feel so alone? Well, Susie was around here somewhere. Still, they had no idea where she could be between their cloudy vision, wobbly movements, and wandering thoughts. Probably chatting up punk rocker chick as if she wasn’t head over heels for the preppiest girl ever. Never mind her.

At last, as they turned one final corner, they found the bathroom. Only problem? The longest line of Humans and Monsters was between Kris and sweet relief.

That’s it!

With a determination fiercer than a raging fire, Kris careened down the winding stairs and across the first floor. Weaving through perfectly sculpted bodies, they pushed through the giant glass backdoors. Taking in the far-reaching night sky and the contrast with the bright lights of the backyard part of the party. But they weren’t outside to wax poetic.

Instead, taking a deep, fortifying breath of humid summer air, they set off towards the treeline. Noting absentmindedly that Susie was chatting some girl up near the pool as they passed by.

“Hey, Kris! You good?” Susie called out to them.

Sticking a thumbs-up over their shoulder with an affirming grunt should be enough of an answer for her. It better be. Because they would not have her yelling at them later for what they’re about to do.

Trudging into the strip of bushes and palm trees wrapped around the property. No one called after them as they found the most secluded spot and took a much-needed piss. What? What were they supposed to do?

They couldn’t find any of the multiple bathrooms in this fucking house, and the only one they could find had a fucking line.

This was the only solution their alcohol-soaked brain cells could come up with. And, in their opinion, it was a pretty good one. Genius even. As was their past self’s decision to wear their stand-to-pee packer tonight. Praise the Angel for whoever came up with them.

But, as they tucked their packer back into their boxers, they were immediately confronted with the downside to their plan. Here’s the thing. They’re still very much drunk and can’t coordinate their limbs all that well. And they’re still in Beverly Hills, which is, you know, very hilly. So hilly that you can take one wrong step that can send you tumbling down the hill. And into several solid fences.

Which wouldn’t be the worst if… Well, if when you tried to recover from the fall, you didn’t trip over your own feet twice in five minutes and fall into a hidden pathway. That be embarrassing. They’d be super fucking embarrassed if that happened to them…

Kris laid, face down, in the pathway for a while. Not because they were seriously injured, no. Their pride had taken a beating, and they needed a second to recuperate. But thank the Angel, no one saw that.

Pushing themself back up to standing, they shook the twigs and leaves out of their hair as they assessed where they ended up. They could barely see the sky between the broad leaves overhead underneath a canopy of palm trees. The rhythmic beat from the roaring music still hit their ears, so they weren’t too far away from the party. They just needed to get back.

How do they get back?

Swinging their head around, they catch a glimpse of dark iron through the heavy surrounding foliage. Sure, they hadn’t remembered the host’s house had a wrought iron gate leading back to their backyard. But they had gotten turned around in the tumble. And it’s not like they know the exact layout of the entire property. Who knows what other freaky things they have?

A dungeon would be dope, in their opinion.

Lots of moss in a dungeon.

Shuffling towards the gate, they sized the old thing up. It wasn’t that high. Kris was pretty sure the Holiday estate’s gates back home had been taller, and they’d gotten over those things a bunch of times. Shaking out their limbs, they did a short stretch before getting to work. Lots and lots of rattling sounded out into the muted night. Not to mention their groans, grunts, and gripes, but they soon reached the top.

But as they propelled themself off from the top and landed in a peaceful oasis, not a rowdy party full of young people, they realized their mistake.

Oh shit.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Shit, shit, shit!

Where in the world are they?

In their panic, their disoriented, swayed steps took them further into the property. And in their attempts to gain their bearings, they managed to get down a few stone steps but did not realize what was after them.

In a split second, the ground fell out from under them as they stepped into a zen grotto-pond-thing. The world pitched as they fell. Their head only spent a few moments under the blue-green water, but they came up, gasping for air as if it’d been hours.

Eyes wide, clothes soaked, and their brown locks clinging to their skin, they sat in the pond panting. Taking in the sound of babbling water pouring into the base of the grotto. Spitting out whatever was left of the musty pond water they’d accidentally swallowed. With a Buddha statue watching over them and a lap full of now very traumatized koi fish, they let out a small giggle

Angel in the Heavens above! They couldn’t catch a break! Ugh, at least their hoodie and jeans had seen worse. It would suck walking home in soggy socks and sneakers, but they’d live. Other than their binder, all their clothing could withstand a little water.

Wait.

Startling the koi fish again, Kris shot to their feet. Okay, their trespassing and fish traumatizing will have to go on the back burner. They need to get the binder off right now. Fucking up their ribs was not on the to-do list tonight.

Have some dumb, reckless fun? Of course. Dance and drink the night of way? You better believe it. Catch their big break so that the world would stop thinking of them as a perpetual back sheep? In their dreams. But having to go to the emergency room because they cracked a rib? Hell no!

Plus, they don’t have health insurance. Who at eighteen has health insurance? Actually, who, in general, has health insurance? There’s no way Dad has any. Does Mom? Angel damn it all, this is gonna cost so much money if they don’t get this damn thing off!

Just as they managed to rip their binder off after flinging away their hooded tank top with a victorious shout, they heard someone call out, “Umm, hello?”

Shit, of course, the owner heard them. Between rattling the gate and the huge splash they made, who wouldn’t have?

Shoulders to their ears, they turned to face the person who would definitely sue them. Backlighted by the muted lights from the nearby pool, a hooded figure stared back. Okay, that’s a bit much. A few feet away, someone scarcely taller than them stood kind of stiffly in a hoodie. But between their drunkenness, the dark of the night, and their shadowed face, Kris couldn’t make out what they looked like.

Definitely, a Monster. The horns poked little indents at the top of the hood, and the paws were a dead giveaway. And there was the glint of a pair of glasses underneath all that darkness. But that was about it for identifiable features. Their voice sounded kinda familiar, though.

Formal, silvery, and… comforting somehow. But never mind that. No matter how nostalgic this person’s voice made them, Kris was still fucked. Sure, they sounded way too young to own a house, but all that meant was that Kris would have to deal with their parents.

Ugh, parents.

A lot like those koi fish, their mouth opened and closed as they searched for an explanation. One compelling enough to convince this person to let them go with a pat on the head and a slap on the wrist. If Asriel were here, he’d know what to say. Well, he’d never get into the situation, to begin with, but they’re sure he’d wriggle his way out of it with his boy scout demeanour.

“I, uh. This is uh. I didn’t mean to—Hi,” Kris said, their words slurring. Taking a wobbly step forward, they gave a shaky wave. Then, with their mind all topsy turvy still, all they could think to say was, “If your fish need therapy, I’ll pay for it.”

“If my fish need what?” The figure asked with a breathy giggle. But whatever humour they’d found quickly disappeared as they took their own step closer. They gasped. “Oh, my goodness. No, no, no. What could’ve—I didn’t think you hit your head. Are you alright? I thought I heard—but I’d assumed. You poor thing.” Rushing over, they stopped hardly a foot away from them. Ghosting a padded claw over their damp temple and bringing it back to inspect the blood that coated it.

For fuck’s sake, did they bust their head open? They couldn’t even feel it. This night won’t end. But before they could even angst about it, this strange person took hold of their arm.

“Please, please. Come this way.” The Stranger led Kris deeper into the backyard and towards the main house.

“Umm, you know,” Kris began, their words still slurring. Oh, Angel above, give them strength. How do they get themself into these situations? Yes, they did tend to attract nutters because, you know, like calls to like or whatever. But this is ridiculous. “If you could just lead me to the street and point me in the direction of the party behind your house, that’d be great.”

“Party?” The Stranger asked as if they’d never heard of the concept before. Stopping in their tracks, they didn’t flinch despite Kris slamming into them. Instead, they glanced back up the hill. “Oh, that’s what all that racket is! The Burkes must be out on business again.”

“Racket?” They echoed, stumbling a bit when the Stranger started up their quick strides again. Guiding them through the arched overhang of the patio and right toward the glass backdoors. Grimacing, Kris asked, “What are you, my mother?”

The Stranger chuckled as they grasped the door’s handle. Pulling it open, letting a rush of cool air hit their faces. “I’m quite sure I look nothing like her. Though she seems like a sensible woman.”

“A little too sensible sometimes,” Kris muttered as the Stranger towed them into a large yet cozy living room. Leaving the humid L.A. night behind. The lingering, savoury smell of baking filled their nose.

They didn’t even have time to take it all in before being steered towards an L-shaped couch. Large enough to fit at least ten people, filled with enough throw pillows to sink a ship. How much family does this guy have? They couldn’t even handle their small family of four sometimes. Having any more siblings, cousins, aunts or uncles didn’t bear thinking about…

Great now they’re thinking about it! They need to get out of this place before a fucking vase makes them relive more of their trauma.

“Now,” The Stranger said after a tiny pause. Dragging them to the couch, they gestured for them to sit with a subtle bow. “You stay here. I’m going to go get your hoodie and binder, I’ll be right back. Sit, please.”

Here’s the thing. They couldn’t. The couch was lovely enough that Kris could hear their mother now, grilling them about ruining the fabric. Almost biting their head off because they collapsed onto theirs after playing in the rain. Didn’t she raise them better than that? Thankfully, back then, their father was there to soothe her. He used to be good at that.

This couch is going to be the death of their mental health.

“Pants.” Kris said, staring at the upholstery that probably cost more than all of the money they’d ever made from TikTok. They didn’t need to see the Stranger’s face to clock their bafflement. “Wet.” Another word. Even more confusion. Wasn’t it obvious? Scrunching up their face, they snappily gestured to the couch and then back to their soaked through jeans. “Can’t sit.”

“That’s sweet, but I don’t mind.” They said, adjusting their glasses with a smile in their voice. “I’m much more concerned that you might have a concussion.”

“Your parents will.” Kris shot back. “Mind that is.”

“No.” The Stranger said an odd tinge of sadness in their voice. With a shake of their head, they placed their paws on Kris’ shoulders. Softly pushing on them as they continued, “They really won’t. Just sit…”

It took a moment for Kris to realize the long pause was a prompt for their name. “Kris. Name’s Kris.”

“Just sit, Kris.”

Alright, fine. If the Stranger wanted to play hardball, Kris was game. There was only one thing in the world they were better than their brother at. Making people uncomfortable. Most of the time, it was a curse (See: All of their attempts at making conversation tonight.). But in times like these, it was a sure-fire way to get what they wanted. To be left alone.

Letting a huff, they pushed their half-dry bangs out of their face, revealing their unsettling blood-red eyes. Smirking when the Stranger let out a gasp. Raising from their permanent slouch to get those extra few inches on them, Kris took hold of the Stranger’s wrists. Yanking their hands off their shoulders before leaning in close. Eyes narrowing as they asked, “You’re not gonna let me go are you?”

“Not until I’m sure you’re okay.” They said, lifting their head and puffing their chest out. Brave one, Kris would give ’em that.

“And if I call the cops?” They asked, taking a step closer into their personal space. Staring straight into the glint of their glasses, unblinking. “Tell ’em you kidnapped me? Bet they’d believe a Human over a Monster.”

“I’m sure they would, in usual cases. But then how do you explain how you got wet? And what about your head?”

“Easy. Tried to escape.” They answered with a shrug. “Didn’t work obviously.”

“Obviously.” They haughtily echoed. Kris could practically hear their eyes rolling. “Well, then, it’s a good thing the police aren’t a big deal for me. Go ahead. Call them.”

Wait… what’s that supposed to mean?

“You know what? Fine. How about we compromise?” They said with a biting edge. With their frustration reaching a fever pitch, they grumbled as they backed off. Lifting their chin, they decided to bring out the big guns. “I’ll sit on the couch. But only if I take my pants off.”

“Perfect. I can dry those off too.”

All at once, Kris deflated. “Won’t it be creepy for you?”

The Stranger waved them off with a chuckle. “In my line of work, you get used to seeing people you barely know half-naked.”

Feeling more than a little put out, they went to rip their jeans off. Digging their phone from their pocket and slapping it onto the coffee table. Pouting as they unbuttoned and unzipped their jeans, beginning the arduous process of removing wet denim.

It ended up being way less intimidating than they’d thought it would be, more of a slap-stick comedy, really. If the Stranger’s muffled laughs were anything to go by. Glad someone’s having fun.

After several moments of tugging and wiggling, in a final huff, they kicked their jeans off. Now with their hairy legs and dark boxer-briefs exposed, they threw their arms open and asked, “Happy now?”

“Deliriously.” The Stranger said with an audible smug smirk. “Now, lay down, would you? I’ll be right back.”

With a push of their shoulders from the Stranger, Kris fell back onto the, admittedly, comfy couch. As they slumped into the cushions, the Stranger scurried off with their jeans. Off to find their things outside. Laying as still as can be, Kris waited until they heard the padding of paws renter and rush off further into the house. Only then did they let out a breath and settle.

They might as well, seeing as this Stranger probably did have a point about their head. And if it saves them a trip to the hospital, then why not? Let ’em stick a bandaid on the cut and send them on their way feeling like a good Samaritan. No sweat off their back.

But, as they stared at the ceiling, feeling each and every second tick past, boredom got the better of them. Too tired to sit up and look, Kris slapped their hand around the coffee table. Eventually finding their poor abused phone and began assessing the damage.

It wasn’t too bad. Thank the Angel above. It turned on, at least. The sound was kinda off, but hopefully, it’d go back to normal. If not, they’d deal. They weren’t the type of person who had hundreds of dollars to blow on a new phone. So, basking in the glow of their good fortune and still being drunk enough for bad ideas, they logged onto TikTok.

Mindlessly scrolling for a little bit on their For You page before heading over to their account’s page. Their profile pic of them in their SilentKnight get up. A gauntleted hand parting their navy-blue wig to reveal their ruby eye greeted them. That and their Like and Follower counts. 56.4k and 9,912, respectively. Their heart skipped at the closeness of breaking another follower milestone. It was more surreal than anything else.

Yes, they know it’s a cliche. For a creator to say that they hadn’t expected anyone to vibe with the stuff they created, but… Listen. At best, their music could be described as weirdcore meets synthwave, with a little of their own brand of dark humour flung in. At best. Honestly, they’re not sure if they should be more concerned for themself or their followers. Nevertheless, people keep watching them and asking for more. So, they give it to them, the absolute weirdos.

Speaking of.

After a quick look around, a mischievous smile grew on their lips. Why not check out which of their precious followers were also up at this late hour. Grabbing a blanket to hide their chest, they tapped the plus icon and went live.

Waiting a moment for a few of their fellow night owls to start watching before starting to chat with them. There was only a handful of them. The number flitting between thirty and thirty-five viewers at any given instant, but Kris was having the time of their life. Drunkenly rambling more to themself than to their viewers about the wild night they had. One comment caught their eye, though, as it drifted up the side of their screen.

izzyblizzy101

dude where even are u rn? ?? ? since when were u rich like?? 🤣🤣

Angel above, they’re not gonna believe this.

“Where am I? Lemme show you.” Grinning, they adjusted their position on the couch and held their phone up and away. Doing their best to get the best shot of the whole room. Sure to capture all its fancy paintings and refurbished tawny wood before bringing it back into their face. “Don’t worry, I’m not a class traitor…Yet. This place belongs to, uh, a friend.”

“Oh, I’m your friend now, am I?”

Whipping their head around, they found the Stranger in the archway that looked like it led to the kitchen and breakfast table. Because there’s no way in a house this big, there isn’t also a fancy formal dining room. Rich people loved that shit.

“What? Don’t you wanna be?” Kris shot back with a tiny smirk. Okay, so the Stranger had a bit of snark in them. Interesting.

“Hmm, not sure.” The Stranger said, humming in thought as they crossed their arms. “You seem like a troublemaker.”

Smiling wide, Kris sprawled back out on the couch as they said, “Guilty.”

Shaking their head with a stifled laugh, they uncrossed their arms to reveal Kris’ soaking wet binder. “I was wondering if it was okay to toss your binder in the dryer. I’m not sure if it’ll be dry enough for you to wear it home if I hang it up. Will you be okay wearing that scrap of cloth home?”

Immediately bolting back to sitting up, they playfully glared as they jabbed a finger at them and said, “Hey! You talkin’ about my hoodie?”

“Is that what that is?”

“What else would it be?”

“It doesn’t have sleeves, Kris! The armhole drops so low it should count as a poncho.” The Stranger said, throwing their arms wide in exasperation. With no suitable rebuttal, Kris blew a raspberry at them. Unimpressed, they went on, “I may be okay with seeing your chest, but others might call it public indecency. So, binder in or out?”

“Fine, dryers are a no-no. And don’t worry. Despite your kindliness, after the night I had, I was always gonna have to do the walk of shame home.” They shrugged. “Having to do it tits out won’t make a difference. Leave it out.”

“Must you be so crass?”

“I’ll implode if I’m not.”

“Well, we don’t want that.” The Stranger muttered as they huffed and rushed off to hang up their binder.

Turning back to their viewers, they let a wide shit-eating grin spread across their face. “Aren’t they a doll?”

To be honest, the last few minutes of their stream are sort of a blur.

Spending them fielding all the incoming questions about who they were talking to before as vaguely as possible. It’s not like they could answer honestly. Oh, yeah, I’m hanging out at a complete stranger’s home; I don’t even know their name. Now that they mention it… they should ask them for that sometime soon.

Just as they finished up the stream, the Stranger returned with their big cherry red first aid kit in hand.

“Finally. I’ve been waiting an eternity.” Kris said with a dramatic sigh. Flopping back onto the couch, they swept away their bangs, presenting their forehead. “Now stick a bandaid on me and I’ll get going.”

“Ever heard of disinfecting?” The Stranger asked as they pulled a small bottle and a cotton ball out of the kit. The sharp scent of alcohol reached their nose as soon as the Stranger unscrewed the bottle. “Stay still. It might sting a little.”

It stung a lot, by the way. If anyone was wondering. The total liar. It was odd, though, letting a stranger tend to them. Sure, they’d been admitted to a hospital before. They were too willing to eat everything during childhood. This felt nothing like that. This was nice? They supposed, in an odd kind of way.

Though they did dramatically hiss, wince and whine as the Stranger cleaned the cut, just to be a brat. A string of apologies fell from the Strangers lips as he quickly did away with the cotton ball and brought out the dressing. Taping a pad over just above Kris’ right brow with light touches. Fiddling with it longer than necessary as they asked Kris question after question.

“Do you remember what the date is?”

“Satur—No, Sunday the, uh, twenty-first of August.”

“Do you remember what happened moments before you hit your head?”

“Was stumblin’ around your backyard. Fell into your pond.”

“Why were you in my yard?”

“Climbed your back gate thinkin’ it’d take be back to the party.”

“Feel any nausea? Dizziness? Headache? Have any balance problems or confusion?”

Kris pointed to themself. “Drunk. Remember.”

“Fair enough.”

All the while, they touched Kris as if they were the most delicate thing in the world. That’s new. Shouldn’t get used to it, though. They weren’t always going to have a kind, attentive Stranger there to heal them when they got hurt. And they got hurt a lot. Trouble was a very good friend of theirs.

“There,” The Stranger soon said. Pulling away and letting their fidgeting hands fall to their lap. “All finished.”

A small silence lapsed between them. Awkward and uneasy, the two of them sat in it as nervous as hostages all tied up. The Stranger clearly had no idea how to break it or if they should, so it looked like the honour fell to Kris.

Clearing their throat, they said with a teasing edge, “Looks like you got your way in the end. Can’t even leave if I wanted to. Somethin’ about public indecency, right? Can’t walk around in my boxers. Even if this is L.A. Clever, clever—”

“Boy.” The Stranger interrupted with a start. An air of light indignation surrounded his words as he went on, “Despite popular theories, I’m a boy. Go by he/him and everything.”

Throwing their hands up and their head back, Kris exclaimed, “Finally, you grace me your pronouns—” They placed a hand on their chest. “—They/them, by the way. Any word on a name?”

The Stranger hesitated, going still as a statue before he looked down and away from them. Then, answering quietly, he said, “Ralsei.”

Now, that sounded familiar, but they couldn’t manage to put their finger on where they’d heard it before. But by the look of Ralsei’s tense shoulders, pulled up high and tight, he didn’t want to help in jogging their memory. Ah well, they’d place it in the morning and freak out then.

Pondering out loud, a finger fiendishly tapping their chin. “Now, what could you have possibly been up to on a Friday night that allowed you to be up and ready to help my dumbass out? Hmm?”

Ralsei giggled, covering where Kris assumed his mouth was with his paw. “If you must know, I was baking. Apple muffins, to be precise. It’s a family recipe, but….” All at once, every speck of energy and life within him vanished. Shoulders slumping and head sagging. “I can’t seem to make them correctly.” He said, a bitterness seeping into his silvery tone. “You see, I don’t have the recipe. M-my father would always bake them when he had the time. He was a very busy person. My mother too, but that’s not the point. My father had learned it from my late grandmother and had never thought to write it down. So, I’m kind of at a loss.”

“Couldn’t find one online?” Kris asked despite knowing themself that there was nothing like food made by your loved ones.

“Not the same, you know. And I really wanted to eat them last night.” Kris’ eyes went wide as Ralsei’s voice gradually began to tremble. The edges of his words became more and more tearful by the second. Oh, Angel above, they never knew what to do when someone cried. But Ralsei managed to steady himself and press on. “Sentimental reasons. It’s been going horribly, though. Every time I try, they come out wrong and it’s just—ugh.”

Kris could tell there was something more to that, but they didn’t push. Fearing if they did, they’d have a sobbing boy on their hands. So instead, gulping down their worry, they said, “My Mom loves to bake too.”

“Really?”

At the sight of Ralsei perking up, they smiled. Got ’em, hook, line, and sinker. “Oh, yeah. Her favourite things to bake are pies, but she’s tried out muffins once or twice. I know, I know, it doesn’t look it, but I’ve been devouring her baking whole my entire life. Even her not-so-great attempts.” That’s when their mind reminded them of two things. One, their standards for food are low. And two, that they’re drunk and haven’t eaten anything since five o’clock last night. Do you know what those two things make? The perfect taste tester for a sad monster boy. Waving a hand at him, they said, “Let me taste them. I’m not picky.”

They didn’t need to see his face to know that he shot them a disbelieving look, but he still did what they asked. Scurrying off through the archway they had last come through. Clangs and clatters rang out into the air along with a few muttered curses before Ralsei came back with a single muffin. Sitting back down on the couch with delicate poise, he held out the lone pastry. Dissatisfaction rolled off him in waves.

Kris plucked the muffin from his paw with a silent nod to inspect it. Okay, it didn’t look that bad. Honest! A little overbaked, a little burnt but other than that—peeling off the foil, they took a bite. Okay, yeah, it’s not great. But it’s not terrible either. It’s definitely overbaked and a bit too sweet for their tastes. It needs a little oomph in the other direction. Something a little spicier. Something—

“Have you tried adding cinnamon? And maybe butterscotch?” They asked, a mouthful of muffin still in their mouth.

Head tilting, not following their winding train of thought. “Cinnamon and butterscotch?” He asked. “No, I haven’t.”

“My Mom loves baking with those. Plus, cinnamon goes well with apples, right?”

“I suppose they do.”

Kris shrugged and took another bite. “Well, then. Maybe they’re the missing pieces you’re looking for.”

Silence filled the air between them once more. Hanging there for a moment or two before Ralsei slowly began nodding his head.

“Okay, Kris. I’ll try it. Thank you.” He said. A smile in his voice. “One more question, though.”

“Shoot, Specs.”

“Your address, what is it?”

“Live in the Valley. Just off Ventura Boulevard on Hazeltine. Four-four-four-four, I think.”

“Perfect.” He said as he gathered up a thicker blanket, a colourful knitted throw. Then, in one flowing movement, he draped it over Kris and said, “You should sleep off the alcohol. I’ll wake you when your clothes are dry.”

And like magic, they felt their eyes grow heavy. Bundling up under both the blankets, their body sunk into the soft couch cushions. And before they can get another word out, they’re asleep.

The next thing they know, when they blinked their eyes open, the living room lights were dimmed.

Ralsei hovered over them, gently shaking them awake with their clothes in one hand. Close enough that they could make out a snout and fangs underneath their hood. Kinda looked like… Nah. No way. They must be seeing things wrong.

Still groggy as all hell and a little buzzed, they let Ralsei sit them up, guiding them into their hoodie and jeans. Depositing their still damp binder in their arms before helping them stand up.

“Funny how you can have legs all your life and still forget how to use them half the time.” They grumbled as Ralsei, a hand on their back and a hand on their front, helped them find their land legs.

“Come on, it’s only a short walk to the car.” Ralsei said, chuckling as he led them through his halls. Towards what their still half-asleep brain assumes is the front door.

Murmuring for them to watch their step, he ushered them out of the house. Thankfully, the sun was only barely above the horizon by the time they got down the front steps and into a waiting Uber. Giant thing that it was, way nicer than the usual ones they’d ever gotten into. The driver was even wearing a suit.

Making sure they were buckled in properly, once he heard the telltale click, Ralsei said, “Farewell, Kris. Thanks for making my night more interesting.”

“My pleasure.” They answered with a wry smile. “Still sorry about the fish, though.”

Ralsei laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll get them a good therapist.”

“Hey.” They quickly said, grabbing Ralsei’s wrist as he went to leave. Thanks to growing sunlight, they could make out some of his features. His snout, mouth, fangs, and locks of pink hair that fell just past the edge of his hood. But most importantly, for the first time, they could catch his eyes. Big, round and, overall, kind. In hushed tones, they gave his wrist a squeeze as they said, “Thank you, for being a good person. I hope you have a nice life.”

With a nod and a smile, he said, “You too, Kris.” Closing the Uber’s door and giving the side of the car a few taps.

They tried to keep their gaze trained on Ralsei as long as they could as the Uber pulled away. It’s likely that they’ll never see each other again. Shame. They liked messing with him.

Soon enough, the Uber turned a corner and the last they’d ever see of Ralsei was him waving goodbye. Settling into their seat, they allowed themself to drift back to sleep.

Blissfully unaware, like a butterfly whose innocent wing flap caused a hurricane, of the internet storm that their live stream caused.

Greetings, everybody! Thanks for getting to the end of this part! This chapter was waaay longer than I originally planned, so I hope it reads well and isn't a complete mess.

Thanks again for reading, and I hope you join me on this exciting adventure. Because it's gonna be a doozy. Next chapter, we get to see the beginnings of Kris and Ralsei's scandal. And! We'll get to dive into Ralsei's psyche a bit and meet his peculiar Uncle/Manager. Can you guess who it's gonna be? Comments and replies of all kinds are appreciated and gazed at fondly at least once a week. Even keyboard smashes and tags.

Anyways, till next time folks! Later Days!

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[britishassistant]

I wonder what the supervillains (the dorm leaders) would do if they get switched with their other self in Twisted Wonderland.

They'll meet a younger Yuu calls them senpai and probably get shivers when they hear someone shout Prefect but then realize its Yuu's role in that world.

Bonus would be if Yuuken's there too, sharing the dorm with Yuu.

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

I decided to take a little inspo from my Villainous Paranoiac series for this one! Not a whole lot, but the idea of Twisted Wonderland Yuu being put in the infirmary after the events of Chapter Five!

(Also consider it non-canon, since it kinda involves everyone’s identities being exposed!)

Basically imagine that the supervillains find themselves in what looks like a private school infirmary, late at night. The air is buzzing with a strange energy, almost like the powers back in their home world, but...different, somehow.

The room nearly empty, save for one occupant in a cot close to the door.

Poison Queen and King immediately begin bickering over whose fault this mess is, while Royal Flush tries to get them to keep their voices down or else they’ll be detected. Charon is half a minute from going to curl up in a corner, clutching his freeze ray like a lifeline, while Octo Dealer and Snake Charmer are busy inspecting their surroundings for anything of value or that can be requisitioned into a weapon on short notice.

Tsunotaro has wandered over to inspect the sole other living being in the room with them.

He is pleasantly surprised to see what looks like a younger version of the reporter he’s so fond of, fast asleep in the infirmary cot. Their cheeks still retain the last bit of baby fat from childhood, and there’s some acne left that will fade with age. He may give one cheek a gentle poke, just to satisfy his curiosity. The sleepy mumble they let out is a little more high pitched than normal, but that’s the reporter’s voice alright.

He is less pleased to see dark circles under their eyes, or the bandages around their throat that stink of medicinal salves. If this truly is a younger version of his child of man, then why do they look so worried, even in sleep? Why are they injured and sleeping in this place of healing in the first place? They’re a mere child, barely old enough to operate a vehicle or live alone. Their only worries should be trivial things, not whatever is causing this furrow in their brow and hunch in their shoulders.

The other supervillains have begun to migrate over to where Tsunotaro is crouching in silent contemplation. King flips his eyepatch up to get a better look, whistling lowly. Octo Dealer busies himself with refilling their water glass, sneaking glances at them as he places it within easy reach. Snake Charmer pulls their pillow more under their head from where it’s almost slipped off. Poison Queen straightens the arrangement of the very tasteful bouquet on the bedside table, so the flowers’ best angle is shown to the bed’s occupant. Royal Flush carefully tucks their covers in over them.

Charon takes a picture with his tablet.

He forgot to turn off his flash.

Yuu cracks their eyes open...

To see seven adults looming over their bed in masks that resemble the ink from the overblots that haunt the Prefect’s nightmares.

Cue terrified screaming.

Snake Charmer lunges forward instinctively to cover Yuu’s mouth—

It’s only thanks to Poison Queen yanking him back that he doesn’t end up with an arrow in the shoulder.

Several more follow the first one through the window above the prefect’s cot, cold iron sharp and perfectly aimed to seriously maim if the supervillains don’t immediately get away from the screaming teenager. Rook was lax in protecting the Trickster after VDC ended, assuming there was no more danger after Roi du Poison’s overblot was saved. He will not make that mistake again.

The infirmary doors burst open, a younger Yuuken in a sleep-rumpled uniform barging in from where he decided to sleep outside because Ramshackle felt too empty and quiet to bear, but was forbidden from staying in the infirmary himself. He only has a pillow, but he brandishes it at the strange adults, fully willing to defend his dorm mate in whatever way he can.

The vanguard appears in a flurry of bats though, too many to fight off, small and vicious and furious. Their commander materializes in the center if the swarm, hovering over the head of Yuu’s cot, pink eyes brimming with a cold rage that makes his small and cute form look like it’s bursting at the seams holding something much older and angrier back. He opens his mouth, fangs long and glistening—

Only to stop short at the sight of one of the supervillains. “Malleus? Malleus Draconia?”

Tsunotaro nods warily.

“Wh-What in Twisted Wonderland are you wearing??”

Tsunotaro ducks his head like a chastened child. “I could say the same thing.” He mutters sullenly.

From there the lights get turned on, and the seven supervillains are made to explain themselves to the sleep-deprived students and staff who trickle in to see what’s going on. All six dorm leaders and one vice dorm leader vanished from their beds, setting everyone on high alert until news of these...alternate versions spread.

It is very weird for the supervillains to see all their minions as teenagers (again in some cases). It is only surpassed by how weird it is for everyone else to see their dorm heads and vice head all grown up and adult, even if they are dressed weird.

Ortho still wants to shoot them with a beam until they bring back his nii-san. Luckily Charon is able to convince him that Idia should be fine if he’s in Charon’s lair—he’s got plenty of the latest games, manga and tech for him to play with, so that should keep him occupied for a while.

Sebek is in a state of Malleus awe. He has shut down and will not restart. Silver has taken to pinching himself just to make sure this isn’t a Lilia’s cooking induced fever dream, while Lilia himself scolds Tsunotaro that he raised him better than to go around watching people sleep like that! Tsunotaro tries to use the “but I’m a supervillain” excuse, only for Lilia to shoot back “and I’m a war criminal in some nations, what’s your point?”

King is enjoying watching the overgrown lizard get scolded. Now if only the tiny Ruggie would stop asking him what injury the eyepatch is for, and making remarks about how embarrassing it would be if it were totally pointless—King does not pay his adult self so much to put up with this shit. The baby Jack also needs to stop demanding to know if his adult minion self can pull a sled faster than a moose or something...

Jade and Floyd are attempting to wind up the adult Octo Dealer, trying to see how much they can get away with compared with the normal Azul. Octo Dealer is legitimately at a loss as to how this world’s Azul doesn’t keep them in line without letting them turn to a crime or two. Then he learns about Azul’s contract business and feels a pang of commiseration and understanding.

Poison Queen, Royal Flush, and Snake Charmer are unpleasantly shocked when their dorms address them by their respective secret identities in front of their fellow supervillains out of the blue.

Poison Queen has to put up with King’s uncontrolled laughter as he finally understands the full extent of the incident with White Neige so long ago, while Tsunotaro tries to tell him he liked Schoenheit in his role as the evil dragon prince in the GaoGao dramatization. Royal Flush is about two seconds away from throttling Octo Dealer if the bastard doesn’t stop trying to make a deal to guarantee his mother doesn’t learn about her son’s private activities. Snake Charmer’s just glad his civilian identity flies under the radar enough that Charon has to try and look him up to understand who he is (and fails because he’s not on school wifi and his cellular data is bust).

Poison Queen is also getting a headache from Rook rhapsodizing about how his villain form is another, enhanced mode of beauty he is fortunate to lay eyes upon, as if he hadn’t been willing to skewer Poison Queen along with the rest of the supervillains five minutes ago. He’s at least able to amuse himself by letting Epel run away with his speculations about how he’s the buff hyper-masculine muscle for Poison Queen.

Kalim is crying that Jamil had to resort to becoming a villain in his home world! He must be so sad if he has to do that! He’s mildly cheered up when Snake Charmer tells him they work together on schemes, and that Snake Charmer is actually reasonably happy with his chosen vocation—and then he begins panicking that Jamil will like that world so much, he won’t want to come back.

Royal Flush is glad his counterpart at least has good people around to look after him, even if it is odd to have young versions of Trey and Cater trying to mother hen him despite the fact that he’s the older one now. At least Ace and Deuce acting up seems more fitting now considering their age than it ever did on their adult selves.

Ace huffs a sigh and leans on Yuu’s shoulder. “This is a mess, huh Prefect?”

“You said it.” Yuu replies. “I just wanna sleep forever.”

The supervillains go still.

“I’m sorry,” Snake Charmer says carefully. “But isn’t Enma-san the Prefect?”

“No?” Yuuken replies, confused. “Yuu’s the prefect of Ramshackle Dorm. I’m their vice— or would be, if we had any other students apart from them, me, and Grim.”

Octo Dealer laughs, sounding slightly strained. “Ah, apologies, but you see, that isn’t possible. It can’t be. Yuu isn’t—”

“But I am the prefect, Azul-senpai.” Yuu the Prefect says. “I’ve–I’ve always been the prefect.”

There’s a stunned silence.

Royal Flush places his head in his hands. “What the fuck.”

Back in the Supervillain AU universe, Yuu the Reporter sneezes sharply while trying to wrangle five frightened teenagers, one frightened-but-playing-tough twenty year old, and one confused however-old-he-is-but-younger-than-Tsunotaro fae.

They wonder what the chill down their spine is.