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oh-hell-help-me · 10 months

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July 6: International Kiss Day

Luigi knew that the Koopa Kingdom didn’t have the same holidays as humans did.

Aside from Summer and Winter Holidays, the handful of holidays that did seem similar enough tended to have their own twist.

For instance, Prank Day is the closest thing to April Fools, having the requirement for an individual to only aim for one big prank to pull. It’s those little differences that made him and Mario stumble through the years with the merciful, guiding hand of Peach.

Which makes this particular day special, even if he’s technically the only one celebrating.

He’s unsure if the date he’s going by is accurate but, from the moment he woke up, it felt like a good time to start-

With his first ‘victim’ being his husband.

Bowser was a heavy sleeper, yes, but it makes it all the sweeter when he plants a kiss on his forehead, startling the Koopa awake and rewarding Luigi with the rare ‘mrp’ sound that he found adorable.

It’s after a round of gentle goading (and a few brief smooches) that he gets his husband up and heading towords the breakfast table.

At breakfast, Luigi takes the time to kiss the forehead of every Koopaling, getting reactions ranging from grudging acceptance (like Ludwig) to surprised happiness (like Junior).

And breakfast goes on as normal and chaotic as every other day- with the exception of Bowser, who shoots a curious glance at his husband.

The day continues and is spent fulfilling duties and managing many micro-crisis caused by accidents or Koopaling hijinks.

It’s also the reason that they ran out of flour, with the kids somehow taking a fight into the kitchen and ending up tossing around and wasting the one ingredient he uses for pasta.

Instead of crying over spilled milk (er, flour?), he felt it a better time than any to restock it- and maybe use the shopping trip to the Mushroom Kingdom as an excuse to visit Peach’s Castle.

After all, he’s not quite done yet.

It took an hour or so to obtain the precious ingredient, make his way to the castle door, and enter through the familiar foyer, halls, and straight to the garden where he KNOWS two of his favorite people like to spend time together.

And they were, sitting side-by-side on the garden bench snuggled close and why aren’t they married yet??

Regardless, his greeting has them jumping apart like he caught them doing something, though that is quickly overshadowed as they brighten up in recognition.

He won’t lie, it’s an absolute delight to suddenly be pinned in a double-sided hug that nearly suspends him in the air. It’s a solid minute before they let him down though, and Luigi takes his chance to give Mario and Peach ‘il bacetto’.

It takes a second for Mario to register it, but the instant confusion from Peach is enough to have his brother questioning him (and giving Peach a rundown of what the gesture meant).

And Luigi did explain, reminding him that being in this world didn’t mean they had to drop their celebrations- even the ones that aren’t particularly major.

“Not that I’m complaining, fratellino, but what brought this on?”

Luigi does pause at this, not quite able to find the words. “I-“

And he doesn’t answer for a minute, not without thinking about his recent thoughts of their past home, of the world they left behind, and the unique bout of homesickness that came with them.

“It felt like the right time.”

And Mario doesn’t ask anything else, but Luigi can guess why- especially when he catches his brother giving a considering glance towards Peach.

They catch up for an hour, but the sun was setting and he eventually had to bid them goodbye.

Still, judging by how their distant silhouettes were getting closer again, he considers his work done.

By the time he arrived home, he was able to quickly hijack the kitchen from the Shy Guy chefs and make a large amount of pappardelle with spicy beef sauce and sides of sauteed bell peppers and tomatoes.

As always, ever since he had started the tradition of cooking for the family he made, he was met with excited yowls and noisy slurps as they dug into their dinner.

And, as always, he shares a fond look with Bowser even as they urge their bambinis to slow down because there’s plenty more.

…

“What’s gotten into you today?”

Luigi gives him another smooch, right on the edge of his husband’s smile. “Into me?”

“You’ve been very affectionate.” He still pulls him closer, even though they are practically entangled on the King-Koopa-sized recliner. “I’m not complaining, but it seems awfully-” he leans until he is whispering in his ear. “intent.”

“Well.” Luigi tries to sneak a kiss on his husband’s nose, but the Koopa pulls away just enough for him to meet air instead. It makes him pout. “As it so happens, today is a human Holiday called ‘International Kiss Day’.”

“Oh?” The Koopa grins at him, his time not doing anything as Luigi successfully lands a kiss to his chin. “And should I worry that you’ve seemed determined to kiss everyone around you?”

“Of course not! I want to start and end my days with you! It’s why I kissed you a good morning-” And Luigi yelps when Bowser lifts him from his perch, high enough to meet him at eye-level.

“Truly?” And doesn’t wait for a reply as he starts kissing Luigi’s forehead, cheeks, nose and everything else within reach, having the human giggle from ticklishness.

“Then-” Bowser nuzzles behind his ear, “you-” manages to kiss the tip of his ear, “are-” moves to the other side, “my day’s-” and kisses his jaw instead. “beginning and end.”

And Luigi’s breathless, and he wouldn’t be able to tell you exactly why- only that his heart is pounding a hole in his ribs and that the world is spinning just a little- around him- around Bowser- around them both-

And meets his husband halfway, letting himself get lost in a kiss that he has been dying to do since that morning.

#bowuigi #and a side of #mareach #fluff #NATIONAL HOLIDAY

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cleaning-has-its-benefits · 5 days

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Someday I’ll learn a way to write a neat introduction.

So, here’s another shelved fic that tbh I’m a bit sad to leave aside but if it doesn’t work it doesn’t work y’know?

It was a reincarnation au which was my excuse to write the genderbend characters, considered making it an aprils fools special for that. It’s title would have been “Summer love” and it’s summary “In which Hero and Mari get a second chance.”

(this time around,however, there’s a bonus abandoned idea at the end!)

This one didn’t even get beyond the plotting stage, but I did write a intro. This intro would have been rather independent from the rest of the fic, so that’s why I could do it. Here is what I had written:

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At the age of ninety-three, Hero died on the way to the hospital. His death could have been prevented, if people had been faster, if a lot of thing had gone differently, but his family would be more upset about this fact than Hero himself. Having lived a fulfilling life, he was accepting of his end as he watched the ambulance drive off in the nocturnal city landscape, it’s siren lonely resounding on the silent streets, then on the prairies, then on the frozen ground, then on a molten wasteland, then on the new born universe, then nothing.

But could it be really be called nothing when he, as well as everything who had died that night, gathered with everything that died before and after, as a sole essence? Hero was dead, but he couldn’t say the same for himself, itself. It gathered with itself once again as it had done ever since it first came to be in it’s simplest way. Only here it had enough room for such thing.

It traveled through itself, dancing with itself, greeting itself again and again, meting with itself joyfully, at times. In some occasions, it felt peaceful and accepting of being again with itself. In others, it wailed in desperation and rage, taking vengeance on itself again and again. It strived to know itself, in all it’s beautiful and ugly parts. That’s why it had so many consciences. Amidst all this, one of it’s fragments finally found the fragment it was looking for, after so long, the one that it got to know as Mari.

I missed you, I missed you, I missed you. I missed you.

I’m happy, I’m happy, I’m happy.

I love you, I love you.

I never stopped loving you.

The two fragments met two fragments more, then one, then one and they were six. They never forgot they were six. The wait is over! They danced in the nothing, then among stars, then on a new born planet, then on a frozen landscape, and when they saw the first humans, they sing-sanged:

Let’s live again!

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(dunno if I have to say it, but just in case I’ll mention this isn’t meant to depict any religion in particular and if it aligns to any real belief, it is just a coincidence. This afterlife was inspired actually by that creepypasta of that egg.

And also, cw for mentions of suicidal ideation, mentions of abuse and mentions of underage smoking later on. These are just mentioned, but still I give a heads up.)

so ehh, this whole thing is rather messy and Im not sure where to start… I guess with the general idea? So basically the main cast dies and then reincarnates, they met some years later, in their late teens, and this would have been a Hero’s pov, so the main plot would have been about his and Mari’s reincarnations meting up and hitting it off right away, falling in love and being happy.

And that’s where my main problem is with this fic… I can’t write romance for saving my life. Like, if the romance it’s a secondary thing to serve the main theme or something then I can manage, but when the romance it’s the main focus of plot? No way, and that’s the story of how I couldn’t come up with a plot for this, though I tried, since february of last year!

My first idea was that this took place during summer vacation, I wanted this to be a light story y’know? To go with the nice introduction I wrote. Nothing too heavy, just a fluffy comedy, with a bit of angst sprinkled on it. ( I had meant to search for new names for the characters on the editing stage, to be a bit more original and focus on this being their reincarnations, but I never did so I’ll just refer to them here with the most straightforward option in most cases option.)

This first story would have started with the protagonist, Henrietta, daydreaming while Kelsey is doing idk, preparing to go outside or smth. When she’s done, she asks Henrietta if she’s thinking about her imaginary girlfriend, but then she sees the horror, there in the table… the summer homework. Kelsey is scandalized and claims that it is like a crime to be doing homework before they even gone back from their trip at the beach, and Henrietta sheepishly says it’s better to not leave things to the last second. All this scene it’s mostly to set the tone.

After that they go out of the room they were at and bid goodbye to Henrietta’s mother, telling her they’ll go around town. Since this is a reincarnation au, I decided to switch around a bit the character’s relationships with each other, and in case of Henrietta and Kelsey, they’re childhood friends, though they prefer to say they’re sisters in everything but blood. Henrietta’s mother is also a single mother but that doesn’t have much relevance for the plot. For some reason I kept thinking of Kelsey’s homelife as a rather bad one, sorry girl!

Anyways, they walk a bit on this coastal town, setting the vacational mood a bit and then they reach an ice-cream shop, where they had agreed to met up with some friends they had made during their vacation. There they find the twins waiting for them, and Henrietta quickly concludes that, indeed, she still has a massive crush on Masaki.

So here Sunny and Mari, after spending a whole lifetime apart, they didn’t want to be separated again, so they reincarnated as twins, Luna being born some minutes before Masaki (since Mari means truth, I searched ‘japanese male name that means truth’ and this is the one that appeared. It was a placeholder before I did more research but I didn’t get there. )

Not much later arrive the siblings, Sybil and Andrew. I made them siblings just because. About Basil’s name, since he’s named after a character of dorian gray, then I thought why not name his counterpart as another character of the book? Here I considered them being locals.

And that’s all the story I managed to pin down for this first plot. In theory, what would have followed is basically them having fun together for the last days of vacation before Henrietta and Kelsey (and the twins) had to go back home.

I guess the conflict would have been something like Henrietta feeling somewhat insecure about her relationship with Masaki going rather fast, since they have known each other for like a month and she thinks that going so fast into a relationship is a recipe for disaster, and she wants this to work out, maybe she’s also worried about this ending up as just a ‘summer thing’. On a later scene she talks about this with Masaki and he reassures her, they both having an agreement to just be friends for now, aware of the feelings they have for each other. They just want to be part of the other’s life, and they don’t mind if that doesn’t translate as being romantic partners.

I guess too there would have been a bit of a worry about all the group keeping in touch but that would been easily solved because this took place in a modern settling so no much conflict about that.

There would be an scene later on, where the group would have gone to the beach at night. There Henrietta and Masaki would have separated from the others and have a bit of a heart-to-heart. Here Henrietta would tell Masaki about these insecurities, but here would be also other info:

1-Henrietta tells him about her imaginary girlfriend and this makes Masaki laugh. Turns out, he also has an imaginary boyfriend. This is a not subtle hint that they both have really vague memories of each-other from their past life. So when they describe how their imaginary partners are, they pretty much just describe Mari and Hero, respectively.

2-Masaki tells her a story about his sister. I didn’t plan out how the subject went to this, but this is an anecdote of a time when they were around twelve an Luna started having a recurring dream that would distress her a lot. She could never remember it very well, she could only remember being in a place with a lot of light and it making her feel like she had to get out of there as soon as possible. There was also someone else in there who told her to not commit the same mistake again. Each night, for almost an entire year, she would have the same dream and wake up crying, with the terrible sensation that her brother would die soon. No one knew what had caused this and near the end of that year, the dream just stopped on its own.

As you might guess, this are Luna’s vague memories of her past life, and this dream is about whitespace and Omori… though I think I would have changed this if I had ever gone beyond the first draft, since I don’t really like that this pretty much says Sunny’s trauma chases him even in another life.

But going back to Henrietta and Masaki, he would also share with her something that he didn’t tell people, not even his sister.

Ever since he was a child, Masaki had thought about death, of how he would die and how he would be remembered. He had always had the sensation he would die young. For that, for most of his life he had been reluctant in forming bonds with other people and pretty much only associated with his family, afraid to leave a lot of people behind to suffer for his dead. With the impression that such thoughts would be considered morbid by other people, he just kept these thoughts to himself and everyone just thought he was cheerful and polite but distant, if sometimes a bit melancholic if he thought you weren’t looking. He had decided not to tell his sister to not worry her, though his parents did knew about it, and maybe a therapist? I didn’t get to iron out those details. In any case, in recent years, he hasn’t thought about dying soon so much and he’s even made efforts in making friends, though he doesn’t have much practice and his peers think he’s a bit weird.

As you might guess, these are Masaki’s vague memories of his past life. Mari’s untimely death would leave a huge impression on her, and, in truth, after learning how out-of-nowhere your life can end, masaki is subconsciously (so-to-say) scared of that happening again. Though once he gets past his sixteenth birthday, he finally starts to relax, and it kinda sinks-in that this is a new life and he can live it. It really helped to be reunited once again with the rest of the group, I guess I managed to imply in the intro that they have a bond that lasts through different lives?

Anyways, for this reason, Masaki feels comfortable enough to tell Henrietta about these things , despite them knowing each other for just a month. And I didn’t plan out more of how the conversation would have continued. Maybe there would be a comment about how its feels as if they’ve known each-other for ages, but maybe that’s too-on-the-nose.

And that was all I had for that first draft, a neat scene and no more, so you can see why that never got too far.

Before going with the second attempt, I’ll mention a couple other ideas for the other characters. So, for Kelsey, she would have been rather unsure of what to do after high school, since everyone kept saying she should pursue basketball since she was a natural at it, though, while she enjoyed it, she didn’t really want to go at it professionally. This would have tied with her past life, with Kel becoming a basket player, so that’s why she has a ‘natural talent’ at it. Though subconsciously she doesn’t want to do the same and wants to try something else. It would have been good to give her some interest on her own but I didn’t get there.

And for Andrew, his favorite color is still pink and he often paints his nails like that and doesn’t give a shit about what others think. He has a philosophy of ‘if I get to punch an asshole, is a good day, and if I don’t have to punch any asshole, it’s also a good day.’ It would have been good to develop him more but I didn’t get there.

I didn’t really have that many ideas for Henrietta, Luna and Sibyl. The best would have been to write out exactly how each character’s life has been and all that.

Well, that’s all for that first idea. So, since the problem was that I didn’t have any plot or real conflict to work with, in the second attempt I decided to focus a bit more in that, adding more angst since that’s more my zone.

So ehm…

Basically, the plot followed Henrietta and Kelsey, two friends who had ranaway from an abusive home and had decided to ‘live life to the max’ until they ran out of the money they had saved (or stolen) before moving forward with a suicide pact they had.

That’s surely a plot but that’s too much, man!

Since this idea didn’t align with what I wanted for this fic, that’s it, a lighthearted story focused on romance, then you can guess this one didn’t get too far.

Then for the third, I tried to tone it down, they still being runaways but wanting to start a new life from scratch, living in some cheap place, working low-paying jobs while trying to continue their studies on their own. Here I had considered making Sibyl and Andrew the children from Henrietta’s employers and I guess her whole relationship with Masaki would have been a bit of a distraction for her from her living situation, and the conflict about her not wanting him to find out. But since I’m a bitch for angst my brain thought ‘hey but what if we add more conflict by making Kelsey have problems with nicotine and since she’s so stressed she keeps using the little money they have to buy cigarettes?’ and then I decided this plot wasn’t working either to I discarded it as well.

For my last attempt, I decided to try a different approach. So, the first scene would have been of how Henrietta and Andrew and Sibyl met. Here Henrietta was working a summer job in a store and the siblings where regulars, enough that she knew their names and had friendly chats. One day, a thief wanted to rob the store while she was working, but the siblings somehow managed to stop him. If they did something so risky, was because they have in common that they fiercely protect anyone they care about, though later they would simply tell Henrietta that they thought she was cool. After that they officially became friends, and she would invite them to a cafe or something as gratitude. She would later tell all of this to Kelsey and she would also go to met them.

And then I found myself with the same problem as before. Of this scene not really connecting to anything and having no plot, so I gave up.

Now onto the bonus!

This one was more of a neat idea I had a long time ago, but I never considered seriously to write it into a fic. I actually had forgotten about it and remembered while writing this.

So, it all started with a fanart of an au I saw, which was like the au of an au. You see, there’s this au about Mari possessing Mewo an so living on as a cat and trying to help however she could withing her limitations… sadly I cannot give credits since, like I said, this was a long time ago and I never payed attention to the author’s username, and Im not sure if this ever got beyond a few concept illustrations.

Well, some time after, someone did a variation of this from an ask I think, where it was from a hikihero au where Kel possesses Hector… I can’t give credits for this either, sorry, and Im not sure if this ever went beyond an ask.

So at the time I was reading ‘A dog’s purpose’ and one evening I entertained the idea of a little fic inspired by these two things.

Basically the plot would have been about Kel reincarnating as a dog, and the opening would have been from the owners’s perspective, something along the lines of how they noticed one of their puppies was barking at his own paws, and, endearingly, they would joke about how the puppy had discovered that he, indeed, had paws all this time, unknowing that Kel had just remembered he used to be human and was currently freaking out. After that, the story changes to Kel’s pov.

I had a few loose scenes and ideas, but in general it would have followed Kel trying to make sense of his situation and also wanting to go back to Faraway, but since he’s a dog, he’s frustrated he can’t communicate with humans. Im not sure if I had decided he understood speaking or not, but probably not.

Though his wish comes true, as the owners had relatives in Faraway and would drive there to visit for vacations. Recognizing the place, Kel wouldn’t take long to flee and go to his neighbourhood… or something. I didn’t plan that far. I really only had three scenes, one where he manages to find Aubrey, Sunny and Basil talking to each-other and they think he’s a bit of a weird dogs that’s friendly towards them for no reason. Another about him managing to sneak into his former house to go see his brother, and another where he visits the graveyard for some reason and old beardy recognizes him, commenting something about how he had been sure Kel wouldn’t take long to join them again. I think I considered making Mari study psicology exclusively to help Hero but I didn’t get to evaluate that idea and what I would have wanted to say with that.

Like I said, this was pretty much just a fun idea to think about for an evening and I didn’t think of doing anything else with it. Firstly, because I would have to ask permission first, and initiating a conversation is already too much for me! And even if I got the courage and the permission, is not like I had many ideas to work with, or much interest in developing this. For example, I would have needed to write out the exact circumstances of Kel’s death, and decide if going for the easy route or doing something more unique.

So yeah

#ideas that i'll never finish or even start

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jolienjoyswriting · 1 year

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The Dummkopf from Distant Lands (ft. Kristhal Jonsdottir), Ch. III

Chapter 3 of 3 for "The Dummkopf from Distant Lands," a fan fiction story. Co-written by AI Dungeon (Griffin 2.0)

The Following is 100% Non-Canon to the Source Material!! While the written prose does try to keep things in line with established lore, some characters within may act slightly out-of-character at times. Additionally, it is a completely self-contained work and has no impact on any works past or future outside of its own storyline.

A clash of blades and tactics comes to a dramatic end!

Word count: 2,119 – Character count: 12,474 Drafted: April 2nd, 2023 Revised: April 2nd, 2023 –

Kristhal Jonsdottir and related characters and concepts created by and © dayax19 Joseph Dominique and related characters and concepts created by and © Jo Li

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Joseph fell back, thrown off-balance as Kristhal effortlessly shoved his blades away. She wasted no time in slashing straight across his midsection, quickly leveling the playfield. He howled in pain and rolled away, bringing his swords back up in a defensive stance. She swept his leg with hers, again, and he rolled back before jumping forward. Their blades met once more, a resounding clash of metal echoing through the night as they both tried to shove the other into a submissive stance. Then, they both hopped away and took their respective neutral poses.

"I admit it," Kristhal said, "You're not bad… for a dummkopf." "This 'dummkopf' made you bleed," he panted. "Your leg looks like hell…" She glanced down, grinning. Her calf was completely soaked in red… "I'm not done yet," she said, sounding both determined and kind of energized. They both backed away, swords out, each waiting for the other to make a move. "Not gonna lie…" Joseph gave a pained grin. "I don't think I'm gonna last much longer if we keep going at this pace." Kristhal snorted. "Is that your way of saying you give up?" "Hardly." He shook his head, chuckling. "Just saying… if I start making mistakes, it's 'cause I'm getting weak." "'Getting' weak? Dummkopf, you are weak." "That's right." He chuckled a little more, holding his pose despite his aching body telling him to give up. "I'm not afraid to show weakness to someone I care about." "You're still playing that game?" She took a step forward, her blade still held out defensively. "You can't mess with my head that easily, narr." "I'm not trying to mess with your–" "Du ein elender Wicht!" She charged forward, their blades meeting in another loud clash of metal and sparks. "I know what I am!" he cried out with a grin, holding her at bay. "And unlike you…" He suddenly dropped down, rolled forward, and lunged upward, trying to tackle her. "I'm not afraid to admit it!!" Kristhal threw her hands up and he slammed into her, knocking them both to the ground. She quickly got up, as did he, both grinning with pain. "You're not very good, are you?" "Admittedly," he sighed, "I was hoping you'd stay down if I caught you with–" Faster than lightning, Kristhal struck! Joseph managed to block the attack, but he wasn't prepared for what came next. In a very impressive display, she used her blade like a fulcrum and twisted his wrists, disarming him! Before he knew it, he had been knocked to the ground again.

"I know what I am, dummkopf," she laughed, stepping on his chest and bringing her blade to his throat in triumph. "Thanks." "And…" he swallowed, "what is it that you think you are, Kris…?" Kristhal's expression grew serious. She noticed that he didn't look or sound afraid. It wasn't that he thought she'd spare him… It was more like… he didn't care if she did. He'd gotten to spend more time with her. That was enough for a fool in love…

"I'm out of practice is what I am."

Joseph blinked, genuinely stunned. She had withdrawn her blade… and extended her hand to him. He shakily accepted, getting to his feet and nearly collapsing against her body. He blushed a little, feeling how warm her skin was… but only for a second. She helped him stand up straight and lightly slapped his back. "Next time, dummkopf!" she exclaimed with a big smile. "I'll win hands down!" He nervously smiled… "'Next time', huh? Okay… It's a date, I guess." She punched his shoulder… then blinked and grabbed him before he could fall. "Wuss," she joked. "We're… haa… both bleeding…" he panted. "Like, a lot…" She cocked her head to the side. "Don't be such a baby," she spat. "But… you're hurt, too," he pointed out. "'Tis but a flesh wound!'" she said in a faux-British accent before laughing. Honestly, she made a really convincing case… Despite the large, bleeding scar on her leg and the smaller one across her belly, she was standing pretty firmly. "I… never stood a chance. Did I?" "No," she replied with a softer sort of laugh. "But, hey! That was the most fun I've had in a while, so…" Seeing Kristhal act so cheerful made the man's heart feel warm. His face warmed, too. As the sun rose over the horizon, he found himself admiring the white-haired girl anew… Her ponytail had come undone during combat, letting her shoulder-length hair drape down, matted and messy. She was a little shiny from sweat and there was a bit of blood on her clothes and her pale skin. Despite all that, though… she was smiling. It wasn't a condescending smile. It wasn't a cocky smile. It wasn't even a particularly warm smile. It was the smile of someone who had genuinely enjoyed herself. And for him? That was good enough.

"I… should go to the hospital," was the next thing he told Kristhal. "Um… are you gonna be okay? I get the feeling you're not gonna come with me…" "I'm fine," she repeated. "I just need to be quiet for a bit and I'll be fine." "Okay." He nodded. He looked down, then he looked back up. She was still loosely keeping a grip on him. "Is it weird that… I kinda wanna hug you right now?" he meekly asked. Kristhal laughed out loud and pushed him away… which caused him to go tumbling to the ground. "You never stop, do you, dummkopf?" she said with a smirk. "Hell's bells…!!" he gasped, feeling the pain of his injuries all over again. "Yeeaaah… you should probably get to your hospital." She stretched, cracking her spine and grunting. When she finally let herself wince… Joseph looked up with concern. "Are… are you gonna be able to make it home?" he asked, shakily sitting up. "That leg looks pretty bad…" "It's okay," Kristhal replied, grinning. "I'm fine. You should go." "You sure…?"

"What, do you have potatoes in your ears?" she snapped, suddenly looking angry. "I'll be fine! You get to the hospital, dummkopf!" "I… uh… I'll try…" "Ugh, don't make me carry you…" She rolled her eyes. "Wuss." Joseph somehow found the strength to get up back. When he started to rip up his torn sweatshirt, though, she just gave him an odd look. "What are you doing…?" she asked. "Making temporary bandages…" "I told you, I'm fine!" she yelled. "They're not for you…" "Oh." She paused, actually blushing a tiny bit. "Uh, carry on. I'll… get out of your–" "Hey." "What?" He offered a smile. "Thanks for the great sparring match…" She paused again. "What?" "Our swordfight," he said as he started wrapping thick pieces of ripped sweatshirt around his leg. "I enjoyed it." She rolled her eyes. "You sure are a masochist…" "Maybe pain turns me on…" She backhanded him with the flat of her sword, giving him a look of genuine disgust. Obviously, she didn't appreciate that kind of talk. "S-sorry…" he whispered. That got her to relax, at least…

Once Joseph was patched up, he headed into his apartment and traded his blades for car keys. As he hobbled to his vehicle, he noticed that Kristhal was still standing there… and still bleeding. "What?" he called. "Why are you still hanging around?" "Just making sure you actually leave." "Aww, you care about me!" She didn't sneer. She didn't smirk. She didn't care. Instead… she smiled. "Have to make sure my new sparring partner stays alive long enough for me to make use of him!" she said without a trace of irony or sarcasm. Joseph weakly smiled. "F-fair…"

The man entered his car and drove off. Not long after, Kristhal finally fell to one knee. She was a veritable fountain of swear words – most of them in Germanic languages. She quickly ripped a piece of her shirt off and wrapped it around her leg, hissing as the stained cloth stuck to her open wound. Not long after, she started to hobble away from the area, heading back home. –

"Whoa! What happened to you?!"

Kristhal arrived at her place of residence late in the afternoon. She was still wearing her jean shorts and a ripped-up tank top, but she had white bandages with a little staining around her abdomen and right leg. She had stopped somewhere and gotten properly patched up.

"Mind your own business, Dylan!" she snapped as she pushed him out of her way. "No way!" He quickly followed her inside and asked, "Are you okay?!" "I just need some sleep…" she sighed. "I've had a busy day." "Doing what?!" he cried, genuinely concerned. "You're all beat up!" "Schweigen!!" she shouted. By this time, Jessica and Jonathan had found their way into the living room. They, too, were curious as to why their friend and roommate was in such bad shape. "You seem to have sustained some rather large injuries!" Jessica gasped. "Yeah!" Dylan added. "She's all beat up, too!" "Mind your own business!" Kristhal repeated, starting to get frustrated. "But–" "Leave her be." The trio looked over to the tall form of Jonathan. He was looking at Dylan and Jessica, watching them with calm eyes. "B-but…" "Thanks, Jon…" Kristhal said, gently tapping his arm as she walked by. Dylan frowned, looking ready to cry. "What happened to her…?" he asked, rhetorically. "Do you suppose someone attacked her?" Jessica asked with a nervous expression. "Maybe they kidnapped her!" he answered, going wide-eyed. "She was still in her PJs!" "It… it may be possible that–" "She'll be fine." Once again, all eyes were on Jonathan. "You sure, big guy…?" When he nodded, Dylan just sighed… "Well, if you're sure…" With that, the trio dispersed, going back to whatever they were doing before Kristhal came home.

"Stupid Dylan… getting everyone worked up over me…"

Kristhal lay in her bed hugging a pillow. She was grumpy, kind of hungry, and really tired. She was also annoyed with all the fuss her friend caused.

"I told him I was fine…" she sighed into her pillow. "Why's he have to care so hard? I can take care of myself…" She looked down, hiding her face as she bit into the pillow. She was blushing a little and kind of lost in thought. Nothing, in particular, came to mind, though. She was just… letting her mind wander. Eventually, though, she let out a big yawn and closed her eyes. "Gottverdammt… I'm spent. Need to sleep…" And just like that… she was out like a light.

The next morning, Kristhal felt completely renewed! Sore, but renewed. She slipped into some comfy jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, then she walked out into the living room. She chatted with Dylan for a bit and they laughed about some silly Internet meme that was going around. She eventually noticed the apprehensive look on her friend's face and knew what was going through his mind… He wanted to ask about her injuries. However, she never brought it up, so neither did he. Apparently, Jonathan's words were sticking with him.

When everyone decided to go to town and do some shopping, Kristhal stayed behind. She said she wanted some "me time", but really, she just didn't want to go back outside for a while. She had gotten enough exercise dueling Joseph overnight. Once everyone had left, she grabbed the laptop computer and checked for new messages. There were none. For some reason… that made her feel uneasy. "Hey, nerd," she typed to him. "Hope you recovered. I'd hate to think you're too weak to take a little punishment! Anyway, take care of yourself. See you whenever, alright?" She paused… then she grinned. "BTW, no more creepy comments on my pics. You know I can kill you, now!"

She sent the message away, not caring if he responded. At least… that's what she told herself. Truthfully, she was kind of interested in keeping tabs on the man. She always thought he was kind of a creepy stalker type – a thought that she seemingly confirmed the first time she went to his apartment. On her second trip, though… she saw a new side of that loser. Joseph was someone that wasn't willing to back down. He was willing to fight for what he believed in. And infuriatingly… he was someone that was just as stubborn and bullheaded as her. He was pretty competent with those twin blades of his, though. Granted, she was better with her zweihander… but at least he could keep pace.

Kristhal flopped back against the couch with a sigh. I can't wait to fight him again… she thought with a genuine smile. Hope he heals fast!

#fan fiction #Dummkopf From Distant Lands #original characters #dayax19 #Kristhal Jonsdottir #Jessica (dayax19)#Dylan (dayax19)#Jonathan (dayax19)#jolikmc #Joseph Dominique #drama #slice of life

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amourdivine · 2 years

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𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐.

hello, my angels! it’s been such a long, long time since i’ve been here. i’ve been dealing with a lot of family & health issues which i won’t tap into in this post, but i honestly could not wait to fully come back. in this reading, we’ll be looking into messages and important notes from the universe for you for this upcoming april of 2022!

how to choose your pile. take deep breaths for a few minutes & look at each and every one of the piles separately. which pile sparks a feeling inside you? which pile gives you a strong memory or calls out to you the most? take your time and feel free to come back to it later.

♡ ♡ ♡ pick a card masterlist & information.

disclaimer. this reading is for entertainment purposes only. tarot is a divination tool designed to help you design your life & align your choices with your best intentions. it is not a substitute for medical and professional advice, nor is it meant to be taken as such. i do not take responsibility for any choice(s) made by you or others regarding my readings. please remember you are responsible for life and in power of it, no one else! ♡

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𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬. your cards: the fool ❁ two of pentacles ❁ page of wands ❁ two of wands ❁ the lovers ❁ seven of pentacles rx. ❁ six of wands ❁ nine of wands. bottom of the deck: page of cups.

Hello there, my beautiful pile number one! From the get go, I shuffled about four times and I could not, for the life of me, stop this wands / fire energy from coming out. We are entering Aries season, so this could be a more fast-paced and active month for you. However, with The Fool and the Seven of Pentacles RX, you might want to be more careful and follow through with the projects you’ve begun. There is a lot of passion and energy, so you are more than capable of committing to the things you’ve started. Remember that your plans must be taken into action, no matter how good they are.

I think this month will be important for you to sort out your priorities and choose what best suits you. The Two of Pentacles and The Lovers card are here, which to me indicates that you might be trying to juggle between too many things at once… and you might want to work less and work smarter. Don’t worry about your efforts not coming into fruition though! You have worked so hard in the past that celebration is bound to come to you. I’m sensing this could be mostly about work, but if you are unemployed, worry not - there could be some sort of proposal coming your way. It might not be huge, but it can be very helpful in setting you in the right direction.

You might be impatient to see the results of your work, even feel like you’re not doing enough, which might be leading you to this “overcommitted” energy, trying to be everything for everyone. Funnily enough, as I was doing this reading, I got a call from work. You could be awfully busy right now, pile one! But there’s this underlying fear that is driving you towards this busy bee mode and you could be running from your worries or problems by throwing yourself into a billion projects.

The Universe wants you to take it easy this April. You’re always divinely guided & supported and you can trust that you’re on the right path. The message I’m getting is that you’ve done enough, you can rest now, knowing that you’re not alone in this and your Spirit Guides want you to accept the help they are offering you at this moment.

channeled messages: 111, 777, mirror hours, the grass is greener where you water it, impostor’s syndrome, purple hour, home office, multitasking, procrastination.

𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑶. your cards: the tower ❁ the lovers ❁ temperance ❁ page of cups rx ❁ nine of cups ❁ three of pentacles ❁ judgement ❁ three of swords rx. bottom of the deck: five of swords.

Are you struggling with setting flexible or healthier boundaries, pile two? It’s been a bit difficult to tap into your energy! I cleansed my deck and got a few similar cards to the previous pile, but in a much more different way. It feels like I’m knocking at your door and you’re not answering, but out of fear. There’s some kind of change or truth you might be resisting or struggling to accept, but I don’t think it’s something that will harm you - on the contrary, coming to peace with the difficult things we’re experiencing will help us shift them in the long run.

I just noticed the angel on the Temperance card looks very similar to the one in the Judgement, and one is right on top of the other. The Universe might be poking at you, wanting you to embrace wholly all that you’re feeling, but you might be scared of coming out of your shell in this moment. You’re ready for the Tower to come crumbling down and in this Five of Swords card (which is the bottom of the deck energy), I see that there’s a man holding three swords, whilst the other two have been dropped to the ground. He looks proud of himself, but it’s almost like I’m questioning if it’s even worth it. The same three swords he’s holding could also be the three swords that are hurting your very own heart.

You might not want to be vulnerable or feel too vulnerable in this moment and you could simply be telling yourself that you’re better off alone, but in this April, the Universe is asking you to put yourself out there a little. Baby steps! All of these people in the cards seem very distant from one another and you might be keeping everyone at arms’ length in hopes of protecting yourself. You might be feeling overprotective and maybe you don’t want to admit that sometimes, you don’t feel okay. And you might even struggle to remember that happiness is even more real when shared.

The relationships you’ve had so far might not have been the easiest - you might have been left feeling like they were an uphill battle and while leaving them behind was painful, nothing would have been as painful as remaining in the places and company of people who’ve broken your heart. You don’t have to go wild, but it’s important to let people in when you can. You don’t have to be alone.

channeled messages: summer’s end (cover) by phoebe bridgers, 3:33, seven of swords (you might have been deceived or felt betrayed), justice card, loneliness, hyper independence, attachment styles.

𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬. your cards: five of pentacles rx ❁ ten of wands ❁ seven of cups rx ❁ ten of cups ❁ the hermit ❁ seven of wands ❁ eight of cups rx ❁ four of wands rx. bottom of the deck: knight of pentacles.

Hey, my angels from pile number three. I had to put my healing playlist in a very low volume before shuffling your cards because there was a bit of an overwhelming, almost heavy energy to this pile. The Seven of Cups card eventually came out, so I think you’ve been feeling a bit stagnant, really overwhelmed by what’s going on around you and almost powerless?

You might have gone into a bit of an isolation period because everything feels so.. loud? You could be feeling low in energy, even burnt out or tired of everything. For some of you, this could speak of a depressive episode you’ve been enduring, but if not, it could simply mean you’ve been faced with a lot of things not working out in your favour, like you were swimming against the tide and now it’s gotten too tiring to fight. I didn’t get the Ten of Swords here, but I can picture it in my head. Although this energy I’m picking up from you it’s not just physical or mental. You could feel drained from the battles you’ve fought… like it was all for nothing and you haven’t gotten anywhere. If you’ve recently broken up or called off a project, cancelled or ended something, I just want you to know there is still a lot of chances to be happy and fill your cup again.

At the bottom of the deck, you’ve got the Knight of Pentacles, which is the slowest moving knight in tarot. You might feel like you’re really not even making any progress at all this upcoming April, but the Universe doesn’t want you to get discouraged or punish yourself for not making as much progress as you thought you would. Sometimes, we don’t get what we want because we deserve better, you know? But it’s okay if it’s taking you some time to get to that point.

I’m being drawn to a lot of self-care ideas. I know it’s such a buzzword these days, but just doing anything that’ll help you feel a little more relaxed, calm and in the moment will be really important for you. I’m seeing that having a routine centered around pleasing your body is going to be very helpful, like taking a hot shower or a bath with scented candles, drinking a lot of tea, staying away from social media and just.. allowing yourself to slow down without guilt tripping yourself over it.

Don’t tell the other piles, okay? But I decided to shuffle to see some good news that might come your way or some surprises in store, just because I wanted to end your reading on a happier note. I got the Three of Wands, the Six of Cups, the Eight of Wands and the Ace of Wands, so it seems you’ll be feeling more giddy and excited about life in general soon! With the Eight of Wands, I think Spirit is wanting you to take some time for yourself before embarking on a new journey, get in touch with your inner child, be silly, find your hobbies and just know that you will have much more fun, you’ll feel much better soon. There’s a lot of physical and mental energy that’s coming your way this April.

channeled messages: sit in silence, birds chirping, nature sounds, lavender, chamomile tea, sensory overload, mental fog, new chances, travel, meal planning, therapy, self soothing.

𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹. your cards: king of wands ❁ the moon ❁ four of swords ❁ six of pentacles rx ❁ knight of wands ❁ seven of swords rx ❁ nine of swords ❁ two of cups. bottom of the deck: four of pentacles.

Hello, pile four! My gosh, I feel like giving you a hug - and not necessarily because of anything bad. I think you haven’t been giving yourself enough credit in a lot of ways. We have the Knight of Wands right below the King of Wands, which is signaling to me that you’re a very feisty, passionate and warm person as well, but for some reason there’s a lot of confusion in your head and a lot of self-deceit as well. You might have been drawn to pile number two as well, so if that resonates, feel free to check it out later!

You might be struggling to receive or to give - something here does not feel balanced and I think it has to do with the fact you might have accepted much less than what you’ve deserved - or you’ve convinced yourself that you don’t deserve much. It’s worth asking yourself if the things and people in your life leave you feeling depleted or replenished. I wanted to ask more clarity on what could be causing this stressed mental energy and I pulled the Page of Swords, so I think you might be dealing with a bit of a communication issue with either one or more people that aren’t super mature. This was oddly specific, so it might not resonate for all of you, of course. Regardless, you need to move towards communicating your needs and feelings more often and this Aries season is calling you to do that.

There’s a lot here that also reminds me of self-worth here and I think you’ve been stuck in your head a lot or dealing with insomnia at night wondering if you’re enough. If you have enough. If you could be giving more, doing more.. And you’re clinging so much onto anxiety that you may have forgotten how much power you still have. Remember, both the Knight and the King of Wands are here, my loves. These thoughts don’t define you and you’re worthy of being taken care of just as you also care for others. You may have been taken for granted in the past - honestly, I see so many possibilities for this pile that it feels a little bit chaotic even. I’m guessing a lot of people have picked this pile, for some reason.

But here is what you need to know for this upcoming month: you have the necessary power and resources to take the next step.. and the next… and the next. Trust that you’ll be provided with more than enough to live, but also trust to the point where you allow yourself to live in the moment a bit more. There might be a bit of a lack mentality for this pile and you could be holding so tight onto what you have that you cannot be open to the possibility of having more, of letting go. Much like this man in the Four of Pentacles holding onto a single coin, even though he still has other three left, you’re really in your head a lot more than you need to be about everything and it’s been preventing you from accepting what you want and deserve.

For this April, it’s important to meditate and even more important not to resist the good things coming your way. I’m getting a little bit of a self-sabotaging issue as well, like you’ve convinced yourself this is as good as it gets. Trust me, it isn’t! The less you seek for answers and the more you release your need for control over things, the easier things will flow.

channeled messages: numerology, second choice, that’s what makes you beautiful by one direction (no idea why this popped up), assertiveness, it’s ok to have needs, you are enough by sleeping at last.

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zukkoxx · 3 years

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mha boys doing the hickey prank on you

(w/ bakugo, kiri, shinsou)

bakugo 💥

you and bakugo’s relationship started with bickering and annoying each other till you drive the other crazy.

and that didn’t stop when you started dating.

now, it’s more of pulling silly little pranks on each other.

and each time you would try to one up the other.

well, the last prank you pulled in bakugo had him fuming, he was mad for a week.

so obviously he had to get you back even worse.

he got mina to help him, figuring she’d be best at making the makeup look like the actual thing.

she berated him the whole time, telling him if he broke her best friend’s heart she’d shoot acid in his eyes.

he brushed off her comment. you deserved this.

it was a little late in the evening after you get to bakugo’s dorm, finished with all the tasks you had to do today.

“hey kats.” you greet, placing your things on his desk and joining him on the bed where he was sitting on his phone.

he looked up at you, almost feeling bad when you gave him a genuine smile before snuggling up next to him. “whats up?” you say when he doesn’t respond.

“nothing. how was your day?” he quickly asked.

the two of you talked for a while about random stuff, and at some point you went up to kiss his cheek, laughing at a comment he made.

but you freeze when you see a dark, purplish mark on the side of his neck, in plain sight.

you furrowed your brows, wondering how you hadn’t noticed to before.

“katsuki...what’s this?” you ask, making him turn from his phone and look at you.

“what’re ya talkin about dumbass?”

“don’t call me a dumbass, what the hell is this on your neck?” you speak louder, pressing a finger under the mark.

“it’s nothing, probably a bruise from a mission-”

“bakugo.”

the blond widens his eyes at your deep tone and the way you said his name. he never really heard you speak like this unless it was towards a villain. but even then, you never sounded this serious.

“you and i both know that’s not a fucking bruise.”

he stares at you silently, not knowing if he should end the prank or not.

he decides to push on.

“i don’t know what you want me to say.” he shrugs, looking away from you. he couldn’t stand seeing the hurt in your eyes.

you scoff, trying to get rid of the pressure building in you throat. “you really are just a big asshole, aren’t you?”

he stayed quiet. “if you wanted to break up with, you could’ve just told me.” you try so hard to keep your tears at bay, not letting them cross your waterline.

but it feels like a dagger had been stabbed through your heart.

“and to think, i thought you could have actually loved me.” you chuckle darkly before trying to get off the bed.

upon hearing your words, bakugo quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you against him.

“i do love you-”

“let me go you asshole!” you push his chest, tears finally escaping. “we’re done! that’s what you wanted right?”

“y/n it’s not real! calm down.”

he holds your waist so you were sitting on his lap, keeping you still. you look at him, trying to figure out what he was talking about. “what the hell do you mean it’s not real?”

he stared at you for a second, almost scared that if he looked away, you’d be gone. but he eventually reaches to the table beside his bed and grabs a makeup wipe mina lended him. he quickly wiped the mark, staring at you intensely.

“see?” he turns his head, and you find the purple mark gone, only a slight red pigment left from where he wiped so harshly. “fake.” he holds up the wipe so you see the purple stains covering it.

“it was a prank.”

you felt like you could finally breath again, but your relief quickly turned into anger, and you punched bakugo’s chest out of instinct. he didn’t react.

“i hate you. why would you do this?”

“you pranked me last week!” bakugo states, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“i put pink dye in your shampoo katsuki. this was overboard.” you mutter, wiping your cheeks to get rid of sparse tears.

bakugo frowned, feeling even more bad about the whole thing. he had to admit, he took it too far. “you’re right. i’m sorry.” you didn’t respond, but accepted his apology.

“hey.” bakugo lifted your chin to look at him. “you know i love you, right? more than fucking anything.” you nod. “don’t ever doubt my love for you, or i may have to blow myself up for making you feel that way.”

you laugh slightly, bending down so you could hug when, pushing your face into his neck.

“you know i’m getting you back for this.”

kirishima🪨

kirishima often does things without thinking ahead.

not fully comprehending the consequences of his actions.

this was one of those moments.

it was april fools day! great right?

except kiri and the boys made a bet, wondering who could pull the best prank on someone in their class.

kiri took a while thinking about who he should prank. and eventually, a perfect prank to pull on his precious s/o came to mind.

a hickey prank. haha....ha. -_-

he had seen tons of videos where someone made a fake hickey and pranked their s/o with it. he always laughed his ass off at them.

this would be the perfect opportunity!

so he sprinted to ochaco’s back room, hers being the closest, and asked for some makeup he would return quickly.

he went to his room, doing his best at imitating the red, purplish bruise you’d often give each other.

when he thought he did the best he could, he leaves his room, trying to find you so he could get the prank over with.

he sees you in the kitchen, eating a bowl of fruit, chatting with jiro.

he makes his way over slowly, nervousness creeping up his spine with the amount of people in the common area at the moment.

he didn’t want to embarrass you, but he didn’t want to give any of the boys 50 dollars either.

he stood behind you, awkwardly waiting for you to finish talking to jiro.

jiro looks past you, motioning for you to check. you turn, eyes brightening as they land upon your boyfriend.

“hey kiri, what some fruit?” you push the bowl towards him, and he shakes his head with a dopey smile. “no thanks babe. just checking on you.”

you melt at his kind words, about to respond when jiro speaks up beside to. “i think you should be checking on yourself kiri. jeez y/n, are you human or a leech?” she covers her moth to stifle a laugh, pointing to a very specific spot on kiri’s neck.

you halfheartedly laugh, confused, and glanced at the area yourself.

you breath stops when you notice a big purple mark covering the side of his neck.

you didn’t do that to him...

kirishima stands uncomfortably still, not real really knowing what to do this far into the prank.

“kirishima? wha...” you can’t even speak, just utterly astonished at what you’re seeing.

you stare at him and shake your hands, waiting for him to explain himself.

“are you going to say something!?” you ask, the hurt in your voice making his heart break.

he didn’t like this. not at all. why did he do this?

“...fuck you kiri.” you spit, ignoring the fact that you still used his nickname while you were mad at him.

you walked away in a hurry, leaving jiro glaring at kirishima.

“what did you do?” she asked.

“i-it was a joke! a prank! i...it’s april fools!”

“well go tell them that!” jiro says, pushing kiri to go follow you.

kirishima runs after you, getting to you as soon as you enter the elevator to go to your dorm. he sprints inside, crashing into you in the process.

he looks at you with wide eyes when he sees tears running down your face. “why are you here?” you quickly yell.

“y/n it’s a prank! it’s april fools day, please baby! i’m sorry!” he goes to hug you. you don’t return it but you don’t push him away either.

“what the heck eijiro! that wasn’t funny!” you yell in distress. you were happy it wasn’t real, but the feeling from being absolutely heart broken to feeling better in the span of seconds was overwhelming.

“i know. i know it was stupid of me to even attempt this. i made a stupid bet with the others. i am so sorry. you know i’d never do this to you. please, forgive me.” he begs, holding onto you for dear life.

“i’m really upset with you right now, eijiro.”

“you should be. i don’t blame you y/n. but please, don’t leave me.”

you sighed, finally going to hug him back. “i’m not going to leave you kiri. i was scared you were leaving me!”

“i’d never! never in a million years!”

“i know, just don’t do that again. you really scared me.”

he nods against you. “never again.”

shinsou 🌀

shinsou was never good at expressing his emotions.

he was very reserved and even though you were his s/o, you often had trouble figuring out what was going on inside that complicated head of his

so when you laughed at izuku’s jokes, or praised shoto’s quirk

of course he wouldn’t tell you how jealous it made him feel. how it made all his insecurities rise up.

you didn’t mean to make him feel this way, god no. you had known the two boys longer than him and were used to having the comfortable playful conversations with izuku and serious quirk related talks with shoto.

but shinsou didn’t like all the attention you gave them.

and he couldn’t find a way to let you know how he felt that didn’t involve telling you. which he wasn’t going to do.

so he ended up doing the next best thing that came to mind.

make you feel what he was feeling.

he gets some makeup from someone he had already forgotten the name of and went to his dorm, doing his best to make the fake hickey at least a little believable.

he didn’t want the prank to be too serious, just to hit you with a quick realization that you had been making him feel this way.

so he waits for you to meet him in his dorm like you always do, and even leaves the makeup out in the open to see if you’d catch on yourself.

“hellooo my love.” you say cheerfully, and shinso smiled at your happy mood.

“hi y/n. had a good day?” he asked, sitting on the edge of his bed as you approached him, standing between his legs.

“mhm. but i missed you.” you muttered, pushing his face against your stomach as you hugged his head.

hitoshi frowned at your words. maybe this wasn’t a good idea. maybe he’s been overthinking and this stupid prank will just make things worse.

“so, what did you do today-”

you pull back from hitoshi and catch a glimpse of a bruise on his neck. you grip his chin, turning it to the side with slight force and narrow your eyes.

“what happened here?” you asked curiously

“nothing babe.” your boyfriend shrugs

“hitoshi is this a fucking hickey?” you asked after getting a better look, hoping to whatever god there was that his answer would be no.

“what does it look like?”

“don’t talk to me like that, you prick.” you seeth, and push his head away until he falls on his back on the bed.

“we’re over! i hate you.” you say the last part quietly, still not wanting to believe what you saw was real.

“wait y/n, it’s fake!” hitoshi yells before you could leave his dorm.

“how is it fake hitoshi? what, you had no real feelings for the bitch that sucked on your neck? do you think i’m stupid or something?”

“the hickey is fake y/n. i made it.”

you stared at him with deceiving eyes, crossing your arms and tapping your foot. “is this some type of mind joke hitoshi? i told you don’t use that shit on me.”

“please babe, c’mere. wipe it off.”

you slowly made you way back to him, gripping his chin to turn his head again and swiped at the mark. it smeared a little, but didn’t come off. you licked your thumb before rubbing it into the mark, finally making it disappear.

you pushed him back slightly, eyes still angry. “what was that all about? why’d you do that?” you ask.

“just thought it’d be funny.” he lies, looking away from you. you knew he was lying. he always looked directly at you when talking about something. especially something serious.

“do not make me even angrier than i already am shinso. fess up.”

hitoshi groaned, putting his hands over his face before looking at you with tired eyes. “fine, i got jealous of you hanging out and being friendly with midoriya and todoroki. i just wanted to get you back in a way.”

“so you pretend to cheat on me?”

“i’m sorry. it was really immature of me and i should’ve just talked to you. the makeup is right over there if you still need proof.” he points to his desk and glance at it, seeing the makeup sprawled on top.

you sighed, not wanting to forgive him so easily. but you couldn’t help it with the way he rubbed the back of your legs soothingly and looked at you with love filled eyes.

“ugh, you’re lucky i love you.” you state, trying to stop the smile growing on your face as you see him smirk softly.

“and i love you. more than anything. thank you for forgiving me.”

“and...i’ll try not to make you jealous. i really didn’t mean to.” you say, remembering the reason for the whole situation.

hitoshi shook his head. “you can hang out and be friends with whoever you want. i know you wouldn’t leave me or be unfaithful. and i’d never be unfaithful to you. i’m so thankful for you.”

.....

“stop getting all mushy on me.”

i always see hcs where the boys get pranked, i thought it’d be cool to do the reverse. i can still do y/n pranking the boys if you guys would like that! hope you enjoyed this! leave a request here! -> 🥀

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Veritaserum Prompt Part 2

(Alrighty, friends! Here's part two of the Veritaserum prompt ficlet! I hope you enjoy.)

Harry had no idea what he was doing.

And to be fair, this was not an uncommon occurrence in his life. After everything that he'd done, everything that he'd been through, you'd think that he would be used to flying by the seat of his pants by now.

But this, Harry thought to himself as he stared at Draco Malfoy devouring a salad with chicken and fresh strawberries across from him at the island in the kitchen, was really not the plan.

The plan had been to find out where they were keeping Malfoy. The plan had been to find out how he was being treated and document it. The plan had been to put together a report demanding his release, demanding that Draco Malfoy be pardoned.

One look at him in that blasted cage and Harry's resolve to go through the correct channels was obliterated.

Hermione was going to kill him.

"I'm having trouble believing this is real," Malfoy confessed and frankly, Harry could sympathize. "I'm not sure if the way you're staring at me like you can't believe this is real either is helping or making it worse."

"This was not the plan," Harry finally said.

"Sorry?"

"I think I've made things worse," Harry confessed.

(Read more below the cut)

"Trust me, Potter, this is definitely not worse."

Harry winced, "In the short term, I agree with you," he said. "I agree completely. In the long term," he rubbed his hands over his face, "There was a plan. With lawyers and trials, with an actual fair trial, with you being tried as a minor because you were. A plan with a demand for your pardon and release."

"It wouldn't have made a difference," Malfoy said, glancing longingly at the salad bowl.

"Please have more if you're hungry," Harry said, nudging the bowl toward him and wasn't this all a bit surreal. "What do you mean it wouldn't have made a difference?"

Malfoy huffed as he scooped more salad onto his plate. "They never would have let me go."

"But Hermione says-"

"Yes," he interrupted, "Granger is brilliant, the brightest witch of our generation, but she also is on the side that won. You lot can have hope because what you wanted happened."

"So what you wanted didn't?"

Malfoy shook his head, "I mean obviously I wanted you to defeat Voldemort. What kind of idiot would I have to be to want him to stay in power? Even the people who followed him were miserable. But I was never under any delusions that my life would turn out fine."

"But we won," Harry said, "You shouldn't be punished unjustly."

"What do you think a just punishment would be?" Malfoy asked, popping a strawberry into his mouth.

"Community service," Harry replied readily, he'd thought this through already. "Maybe a few years of probation with wand monitoring."

"People died because of me, Potter," Malfoy said incredulously.

"You didn't kill them," he said.

"Semantics," Malfoy said, waving his hand.

"You didn't want anyone to get hurt. Dumbledore said-"

"Dumbledore was a fool!" he exploded. "Of course I didn't want to hurt anyone! Of course I didn't want to get the bloody dark mark! But I had to or he would have killed me and my mother. And I know you think the right choice would have been to sacrifice myself, to sacrifice my mother-"

"I didn't say that!" Harry protested.

Malfoy shook his head, "You don't have to because you lived it. You literally died, Potter."

"I mean, fine," Harry conceded. "If you're asking me to die myself, fine. It's literally what I was raised to do, it's literally the point of me. But if you'd asked me to sacrifice a single person I love," he shook his head. "I don't know what I would have done to save myself the pain of loss, to save my friends and family from the pain of that loss."

The other man stared at him for a long moment, "There is so much to unpack in that statement that I honestly don't know where to start." He shook his head, "Look, I'm grateful. Really. I didn't think I'd ever see the sun again, or taste fresh fruit, or drink clean water-"

Something clenched in Harry's stomach, "It's not fair."

Malfoy laughed, it wasn't mean or judgmental, but it was sad, "Potter, when has life ever been fair to you?"

Harry was a bit taken aback by that statement.

Before he could find the words to reply, "I'm just trying to say thank you for bringing me here. And to say I'll understand when you tell me I have to go back."

"It's not happening," Harry said fiercely.

"You've made yourself a criminal, Potter. You can't go back until you give me back to them."

"We'll clear your name," he said stubbornly.

Malfoy gave him a pitying glance, then seemingly decided to give it up. "Can I go outside?" he asked.

"Yeah," Harry said, "Of course. There's a ward set up around the property, but it's about half a mile in any direction. It won't let anyone in or out," he added.

"I won't go far," Malfoy promised.

"Oh, one more thing," Harry said, "One second." He ran back to his bedroom and fetched Malfoy's wand. "Here," he said, thrusting it out to the other man.

Malfoy stared at him, "You're giving me my wand?" he asked as though Harry was doing something inconceivable.

"Yeah," Harry said. "Yeah, of course I am."

"I could kill you in your sleep."

Harry cocked his head at him, "But why would you?"

"You're not very good at having enemies," Malfoy responded.

"You're not very good at being my enemy," Harry replied. "And honestly? I'm tired of having enemies, so if you want to off me just," he shrugged, "Do it."

Malfoy cautiously reached out and accepted his wand, tension draining from his shoulders the moment he touched it, "Circe, that feels good," he murmured. "I won't," he added, looking up at Harry then. "I won't hurt you."

"I know," Harry replied as he stepped back and headed over to start cleaning up the table.

"You're stranger than I remember."

Harry snorted, "Having an extra soul removed from your body will do that to you."

Malfoy was quiet for a long moment, probably trying to process that weird little tidbit that Harry didn't even always understand. "Do you want help cleaning up?" he finally asked.

"No," Harry said, shaking his head and glancing up at the other man, "Go outside. Enjoy the sun."

Malfoy stared at him for another moment like he couldn't believe this was actually happening before turning and heading out into the sand. Harry watched through the window as Malfoy spread his arms and tilted his head back to the sunlight, a smile on his face. It made him want to cry.

After another moment, he turned and made his way to the writing desk to pen a letter to send to Hermione that she could deliver to Kingsley.

Dear Kingsley, The conditions in which I found Draco Malfoy were so appallingly unacceptable that I deemed it necessary to remove him immediately. I'm sending along my findings on his living conditions in an official report with this letter along with any of the records that I managed to obtain from the unspeakables regarding the illegal activities, bordering on torture, that were performed. I will not be returning him to the unspeakables under any circumstances. Draco Malfoy will remain in my custody until he is granted an official Ministry Pardon. His time served in inhumane living conditions ought to make up for any lack of official punishment. I will also be remaining off the grid until Draco Malfoy has been granted the Ministry's Pardon. We both know that fundraiser season is approaching, so I hope you are able to sort this out as soon as possible so I can return to my work. Helping charitable organizations to function and serve those still suffering is important to me. You may send any correspondence to me via Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger. I look forward to hearing from you soon. Sincerely, Harry Potter

Harry read through the letter once more, making sure he'd been clear enough. Then he attached the letter to the official reports he'd written up and attached it to Mel's leg. She was a lovely parrot and they assured him that she would do just as well as any owl could. "Off you go," he murmured. "Take these to Hermione but be sure to rest on the way, yes?"

She nibbled his finger and he gave her a treat before she flew off.

He glanced out the window at Malfoy who was laying in the sand, soaking up the sun, and hoped that Kingsley would get back to him with a pardon before Malfoy realized that he was just as much a prisoner here as he was in the Department of Mysteries.

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chiliiscereal · 3 years

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Chosen last: part 5

Summary: the turtle boys try to figure out how to comfort reader after a terrible experience with a boy, and Donnie does his best to apologize

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Here’s the part before! In the part there are also links to the rest!

https://chiliiscereal.tumblr.com/post/651628962334769152/chosen-last

Donnie had no words to say.

Well, for the first five minutes of complete and utter silence.

You could feel him gaping at you but you couldn’t face him. He was right. He was right all along and you were a fool for hoping.

The rooftop wind howled, reminding you that you were still there.

“D-did he..?” Donnie cleared his throat and started over, “did he succeed?”

You shook your head and pulled your jacket closer. “He came close.”

He glanced at the jacket you were wearing. Underneath he could see your dress had rips in it. Even worse, he could see a small trail of blood.

Probably left by fingernails.

He didn’t know what to do.

He didn’t know what to say.

Not even how to ask if you were okay or if you needed him to help in any way.

So he did the best thing he knew how: make a plan.

“We’re gonna kill him.” He decided, standing up furiously. “We’ll kill him, resurrect him with cpr or defibrillaters, and then give him to the police.” He began pacing the rooftop, his mind turning and processing this information. “I need his address, I need his phone number, and his mother’s number.”

You just listened to him walking instead of his words. It was comforting in a way.

You couldn’t believe that almost happened though.

You couldn’t believe that even though you did your best to stop the worst, he came close.

What if you hadn’t listened to your gut?

What if you had told yourself you were overacting?

“We’re gonna call your friends.” Donnie decided. “You can stay the night with them. You shouldn’t be alone after-.”

“I’m not staying with those assholes.” You spat, much to his surprise.

“But... they’re you’re friends!” He was extremely confused. Did he not have all of the story? “Shouldn’t you-?”

“I said no.”

“But you could really use-!”

“I said NO!” You shouted at him, finally turning to face him.

He finally got a good look at how much damage was done.

Your eyes were red.

Tears leaked down your face.

A scratch decorated your cheek.

And... those eyes... they were so hurt and lost.

He messed up. He messed up bad.

Donnie shut his mouth immediately. “Okay, okay! But... do you want to be alone?”

You turned away again, shaking your head.

“Can I take you to the lair then?”

You hesitated for a second and then nodded.

“Okay, alright, come on.” He gently offered his hand to help you up, not sure how he was supposed to handle this.

You accepted it and let him assist you to your feet.

He didn’t make you talk on the way there.

Probably cause he didn’t know what questions to ask to get the answers he wanted.

You were fine with that. You didn’t need to talk.

Not now, anyway.

You’d have to talk eventually though. There was no way to be in the lair without saying anything.

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When you arrived you could hear the sounds of the tv playing. Even the sound of the air hockey table.

Maybe the boys would be too busy to notice you.

Donnie lead you quietly through the lair and into the living room where his brothers and April were sat at.

You two tried to walk behind them but Leo noticed once you had your back turned to him, both of you almost to Donnies lab.

“Hey, y/n!” He grinned, pausing the tv. “You’re back already?”

“Yeah, how was the party!” Mikey leaned over the back of the couch excitedly. “Did you have fun?”

You kept walking, more tears spilling.

Raph immediately sensed something was wrong. “Hey, what’s up? Are you good?”

You stopped, so so SO close to breaking.

Donnie didn’t know if you wanted him to answer or not so he waited.

“Is it okay if I stay here tonight?” You asked quietly, still not showing your face.

“...yeah? Yeah you can stay?” Raph tilted his head in confusion and stood up from the couch. “What’s goin’ on?”

“Nothing’s going on.” You tried you keep walking but Raph stepped in front of you faster than you’d ever seen him move.

“Clearly there’s something going on.” He placed his hands on his hips, refusing to move. “Did Donnie pester you or somethin’? Did he make you leave early?” He sent his younger brother a small glare.

Donnie held up his hands innocently. “Just because I thought about it does NOT mean I did it.”

You kept your eyes on the floor, hair in your face and cheeks flushed bright pink.

“Y/n, you know I love you, but you’re a TERRIBLE liar.” Leo joked, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Now, what happened?”

“You wanna know what happened?” You growled, too overwhelmed. “I’ll tell you what happened! Donnie was right!” You shoved Leo’s arm off you and glared at him. “All of you were! And I was STUPID to think that someone would actually like me!”

Mikey rushed over quickly. “Hey that’s not true-!”

“Then tell me, Mikey!” You whipped around to glare at him to, “tell me why Eric was only being nice to have sex with me! Tell me why he planned it with my friends to get me alone! Tell me why they thought that if I had ‘a good time’ then I’d loosen up and stop being a PRUDE!”

The boys stood there in silence, mouths open and eyes wide.

Donnie just looked at the floor in embarrassment.

Oh there was no stopping the tears now. You swiped them away furiously, cheeks flushing brightly.

You didn’t want to have this outburst now.

But there was just too much going on in your head!

“You guys were right.” You muttered as you strength faded. “I should have listened to you. I shouldn’t have gone to that stupid party and I shouldn’t have believed him for one second.” You locked eyes with Donnie. “I shouldn’t have believed he liked me for me.”

As if everything else wasn’t making him feel guilty that was just another cherry on top.

April was at your side quickly, arms wrapped around you and hands rubbing soft circles on your back. “It’s okay, the important thing is that you’re back here. With US.” She held you at at arms length. “Let’s go clean you up and talk, okay?”

You nodded, desperate to finally get away from the pitying stares you were getting.

“Donnie, can we borrow your lab?” She asked the purple masked turtle as she began to lead you in that direction.

“Yeah yeah sure.” He confirmed immediately. “There’s a... a first aid kit... if you need it.”

April whisked you away, leaving only the sound of echoing footsteps.

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“Oh man.” Raph sat down on the couch, head in his hands. “I can’t believe...” he trailed off. He didn’t even know how to finish that sentence.

Mikey sat down to.

Donnie and Leo, on the other hand, both stayed standing.

None of them knew what to say.

There were too many things dumped on them at once.

They’d heard about things like this happening but that always felt like something that happened in movies or to strangers.

Not a close friend.

“Well...” Leo tapped his fingers against his arm, “how’d the apology go?” He needed to find something else to talk about. He couldn’t think about it for very long without feeling this anger building up inside him.

“Well...” Donnie started, “I didn’t really... get to the apologizing part.”

“Please tell me you didn’t start gloating when you saw that y/n’s night hadn’t gone well.” Leo crosses his arms, already knowing the answer.

Donnie’s eyes went wide. “Why would you assume that? I am hurt.”

“Because that’s what you always do when you find out you were right.” Mikey insisted.

Donnie caved immediately. “Yeah... yeah I did do that.”

“Donnie!” His brothers chorused in disappointment.

“I know!” He threw his arms out angrily. “I know I shouldn’t have! I couldn’t help it! I knew something bad would happen I just didn’t know that it would be something like this!”

“You didn’t even apologize!” Leo scoffed. “You just rubbed it in her face!”

“I know.” Donnie sighed. “I’ll apologize when April’s done.”

“You better.” Raph ordered, standing up. “In the meantime, we’ve got some planning to do.”

““But what CAN we do?” Mikey brought his knees to his chest and watched his older brother sadly. ““There’s not evidence and we can’t be seen by people!”

Donnie rubbed his chin. ““No evidence…. Yeah there’s not much we can do without OH AND THEN HE REMEMBERED HE INSTALLED THE CAMERA PROTOCOL!” He whipped out his wrist device and began tapping immediately. “I’ve got her phone set to audio record whenever she’s headed somewhere suspicious! How could I forget I launched it before she went?”

His brothers huddled behind him and watched. “We convince y/n to tell the police what happened, hand over the audio, and land that asshole in juvie!” Leo caught on quickly, slapping his brothers shoulder with excitement as if he was doing a drumroll. “That’s exactly what he deserves!”

““I personally think he deserves a visit from doctor delicate touch.” Mikey crossed his arms.

“Not just from doctor delicate touch.” Raph agreed. ““A visit from us and then a REAL doctor.”

“Hey doctor delicate touch IS a real doctor!” Mikey protested. ““He doesn’t need a PHD.”

“Quiet.” Donnie ordered as he kept working. “We’re not gonna scare the life out of him without y/n’s permission. We’re not even gonna send this in without her say so.”

Mikey turned his attention away from Raph. ““What are we gonna do then?”

Donnie straightened up and looked back toward his lab. ““Offer it as an apology. Y/n will decide what to do with it. It’s her choice.”

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The tears stopped maybe ten minutes ago. Maybe twenty.

You didn’t really know.

But you still felt dirty.

Disgusting even.

Being with April helped though. She kept you present. She did her best to keep you from thinking about that slime ball of a boy.

“Alright, your cuts are all cleaned.” She nodded to herself proudly. “You’ve got a pair of my pajamas, a blanket, and your best friend. I think my work here is done.”

When you didn’t respond she leaned down to make eye contact with you. “Hey, do you need some alone time?” You wanted to talk.

You really did.

But you couldn’t stop seeing that boy dragging you to the bed.

You couldn’t stop see him trying to rip the dress off you.

You couldn’t stop seeing your friends yelling for you to come back as you ran from the house.

If it hadn’t been for Ralph’s self defense lessons…

April sat down beside you on Donnies bed. “You’re safe now.” She pulled you into a side hug. ““He ain’t ever goin near you ever again. Not if he wants to deal with April O’neil.”

You gave her a small laugh. “I’d pity anyone who’d have to deal with April O’neil.”

She jumped on that immediately. If that’s what would get you to laugh then she was taking it and running with it. “You know it! I’ll hit him with my bat so hard his future KIDS will be feelin’ it!”

You gave her another chuckle. “Look out Eric,”

She squeezed your shoulder again. “Exactly. And as for your terrible friends, I’ll send mayhem after them if they even look at you.”

You nodded. “Thanks April.”

She smiled back at you, standing up. “I’ll go call your mom and tell her you’re sleeping over, okay?”

You nodded again. “Okay.”

Before she even shut the door, her spot was replaced by someone else. you didn’t need to look at them to know who they were.

“Yes Donnie?” You pulled your blanket closer.

He took a deep breath, not fully ready for what he was about to do. ““I… I messed up.”

That seemed like a good start.

“So did I.” You grumbled. “Making friends with people like that-.”

“No.” He interrupted. “You couldn’t have known. I… I should have known better.” He fiddled nervously with the recording device in his hands. “Whether something like that would have happened or not I shouldn’t have gloated. I should have been a reliable friend and let you figure things out yourself.” You didn’t say anything else so he kept going. “I know I can be unbareable and controlling and… not understanding, but I should have put that aside. I know that this won’t make up for it in the slightest but…” he placed the recording device in your hands, “I have a recording of what happened. I Installed a device that would audio record whenever I thought you could be in danger when I last fixed your phone for you.”

You flipped the small object over thoughtfully. “I didn’t listen to it.” He stated immediately as his nerves grew worse. “I know it was a violation of your space by not telling you. But… here it is. You can decide what you want to do with it. If you want to leave it in the past or turn him in-.”

“Or let us seriously mess up his face for you!” Leo interrupted as he came in without knocking, brothers behind him.

You hadn’t even known the rest of the boys were there. But it was still appreciated that they wanted to be there for you.

“Or have him talk to doctor delicate touch-.” Mikey grinned and sat down beside you.

“It doesn’t matter.” Donnie finished, relieved to have his brothers beside him. “It’s yours.”

You didn’t really know what to say.

Well you did.

You had a lot to say. you just couldn’t get to words out.

Donnie held his breath.

Finally, you looked up and him and strengthened your grip on the device. “Why not all of it?” He did this to you.

Your friends did this to you.

They deserved a little bit of karma heading their way. The boys cheered, swarming you in a giant hug right as April opened the door.

“Did I hear something about revenge?” She grinned and joined immediately. “Cause this girl is all over it!”

Oh Eric, if only you had done the bare minimum and had respect for your decisions. This guy had it coming.

That night, you stayed with April and splinter while the boys went out, promising to record every priceless moment and give it to you.

Tomorrow, Donnie would walk with you to the police station in disguise as your moral support while you turned over the audio.

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remakethestars · 3 years

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Being Damian Wayne's Twin Sister Would Include:

Headcanons.

❝Exactly. I don't ask my dog to drive, and I don't ask the Justice League to solve my problems.❞

— Damian Wayne, Adventures of the Super Sons #9: Showdown on Hexworld

TRIGGER WARNING: Cursing, (Damian’s) death. Mentions of toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny, nightmares, blood, knives.

Headcanon masterlist.

When people ask you, “So, which one of you is the evil twin?” Damian always glowers, and you always motion to him.

You look disturbingly alike when only your eyes are showing; Damian’s got long lashes. Talia taught you a good tactic for tag-teaming in combat as kids was to pull up your hinged balaclavas and make the enemy think there was only one of you, that they’re seeing double.

Or for one of you to hang back while the other attacks as a distraction before the other knocks them out from behind.

Obviously, this won’t work when the two of you start filling out, but it works when you’re kids. It’s the reason why, even off the field, the two of you usually wear a matching outfits with hoods.

You utilize the same methods when she sends you to live with Bruce.

You don the Robin costume just like he does, much to the rest of the Batfam’s confusion (both because they weren’t expecting it and because they can’t tell you apart either), but sticking with the “red” theme, you go by Redstart.

There’s a rumor on the street that Robin V. is a meta that can teleport.

The two of you are freakishly good at mimicking the other’s voice and mannerisms, which makes it even harder for your family.

Jason tells you two about April Fools Day, and you make the most of it. Of course, Damian’s a pain in the a$$ and decides to go around pretending to be you and getting into trouble. You’re banned from the mall, and you still have no idea why.

The two of you can communicate with just an impassive expression (Dick says it looks like a prime example of twin telepathy to anyone else), but anyone close to you knows sh¡t’s about to hit the fan when the two of you look at each other and smirk.

If it’s something you can’t communicate nonverbally, you use your cryptophasia.

Cryptophasia is a language developed by twins when they’re learning to talk. Most of them grow out of it, you and Damian decided to keep developing it so it became more of a conlang. No one else has been taught to speak it, and they never will be. It’s for emergencies only.

Sun Tzu’s The Art of War was your Bible growing up, and the two of you call out verses when you fight together and need the other to understand a tactic (you both inherited Bruce’s eidetic memory, so you’ve got it memorized).

When you get too big to pull off the which-is-which game, you make your own costume and become the true Redstart.

It’s basically Damian’s Robin uniform (the Super Sons’s version is the only one I’ll accept), but the boots and gloves are black, the biceps have a white stripe, the lining of the cape is white (the lining of the hood is black), the gold accents become white, it has a zipper down the front instead of clasps, and the mask becomes black (including the eyes). The waterline of the eyes is white. Like a painted redstart.

If Damian’s into animals, you’re into plants. The two of you find common ground on the fact that pollution sucks, so when you walk Titus, you take a trash bag and gloves with you to pick up litter as you go.

You did not want to go to Jon’s school.

Not because you don’t like Jon (because you do), but because you know you could run intellectual circles around every one of those snot-nosed brats.

School is stupid. Especially because the American education system is subpar; everything about it is.

You hardly pay attention in class. You do all of the homework a week ahead of time incase something comes up. Usually you’re doing next week’s homework in class. You’ve written entire papers on your phone in Google Docs in the middle of class to be printed out later.

If you’ve already done everything, Damian’s usually drawing and you’re daydreaming or you’re working on a case on your phone.

The teachers are always trying to catch you not paying attention, but you little sh¡ts can always answer their questions.

Damian’s closest with Dick, but you’re closest with Tim. You admire his ability to plan ahead (see the entirety of the Red Robin comics), and you know that he’s better than both your father and your grandfather; you want to be as good as him when you grow up.

It takes a long time to wash the toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny our of your head, to learn that your grandfather’s ideas of “strength” were wrong, that it’s okay to lean on someone besides Damian, that you can be just as strong as your brother and still be feminine, that there are acceptable emotions besides anger.

Actually, your father teaches you that anger is more likely to get you killed. He won’t let you go into the field when he knows your angry.

It’s harder to drill out of you than your instinct to kill.

There’s a Lebanese restaurant called Tarbooshes (Teen Titans Special #1) the two of you go to when you’re feeling homesick. They make ox blood soup the same way your mother did, and it’s the only non-vegetarian thing Damian will eat for that very reason.

It’s nice to have a place to go where they know you by name and know what you want when you tell them “the usual.” It’s nice to have a place where you’re not a Wayne or an Al Ghul, where you’re just [Y/N] and Damian.

You disappear for an hour on your birthday to eat there. Bruce has asked you were you go, but you kept that between the two of you.

Speaking of birthdays, you’re eleven minutes older than him. He was six pounds and ten ounces (Batman & Robin #0?), and you were a solid seven.

After Damian died, you go to Tarbooshes to feel close to him.

You were doing all right with the no-killing thing until the night Damian died.

Heretic never stood a chance.

He looked so much like Damian it gave you nightmares, though. Nightmares where you killed your twin brother and woke up sobbing.

Damian didn’t give you a speech in his last moments. He just looked over at you and said in your cryptophasia, “I’m sorry.”

Not “I love you.” Not “Take care of them for me.” You knew that; you’d do that. He didn’t have to tell you, and he didn’t have to ask.

Just “I’m sorry.” Sorry that you were the one that was left behind.

It’s one thing to lose a family member, to lose a friend, or to lose a lover. It’s another to lose half of your soul.

The two of you had always feared you would die apart. It had always been a possibility; you weren’t stupid enough to think, “It’ll never happen to me.” Because it definitely could.

And it had.

You wanted to run away from everything. Even just for a while. Go to one of your safe houses in London or France or whatever and just — you didn’t know — stare at the wall until you felt better? But you’d made that unspoken promise to Damian — “I’ll take care of them for you; don’t worry.” — to take care of Titus and Catfred and Jerry and Batcow and Goliath, to take care of Alfred and Bruce and Dick and Jason and Cassandra and Tim, to take care of Jon and Colin and Maps.

You avoided the cave. And if you had to go down there for some reason, you refused to look at the Robin suits.

Dick noticed. He asked if you wanted them taken down, even just for a while. You gave him a look like he was nuts and said, “No.”

Jon was a mess. More of a mess than you were, somehow.

You’d shown up at the Kents’s. Jon was out doing Superboy things with Clark and Conner. Lois was the only one home.

You nearly scared her out of her skin when you materialized behind her and asked, “Is Jon home? It’s important.”

He had to know first. He deserved to.

For all he put up with from you two, he deserved to be the first to know when one of you was f*cking dead.

Lois, of course, bless her heart, had the mom instincts to know that you were in no way, shape, or form okay even when you were trying so hard to hold yourself together. She asked you what’s wrong, and it’s what made you break.

Your lip trembled. “He’s gone.”

“Who’s gone?”

“Damian,” your voice broke. “He’s dead.”

Jon came home to find you in his living room in your Robin uniform, covered in Damian’s and Heretic’s blood, snot running down your lip, sobbing in his mothers arms and knew what happened without having to ask. He did anyway.

When you and Jon both finally passed out, your Uncle Clark flew you back to the Batcave. No one was in any condition — not even Alfred — so he carried you up to your room; took your boots, mask, cape, and gloves off; and tucked you in. Then he went to find Bruce because there was no doubt he was losing it too.

Bruce doesn’t tell you anything about trying to find a way to bring him back without the Lazarus pit because he doesn’t want to get your hopes up.

You walk into your room one day to find Damian sitting there reading the dissertation (the requirement was three pages, not 120, but your teacher would just have to deal with your coping mechanisms) you had been working on for your World History class and left up on your laptop while on patrol.

He said with the utmost indifference, “You’ve made some good points, Sister,” and, of course, you pulled out a knife and attacked him because this was — was — was some shapeshifting alien or hologram tech or a cruel joke — your twin was dead, this wasn’t funny, whoever did this was going to pay.

He met you blow-for-blow and flipped away from you before saying, “And here I was expecting a warm welcome,” in your cryptophasia.

“Brother?”

“Tt. Obviously.”

Yeah, a college level thesis. You’re smart. You inherited Bruce’s eidetic memory and were raised by assassins.

You learned seven languages and wrote five doctoral theses by the time your teeth came in, wrote your first letter to a newspaper editor when you were two, could’ve had a geology doctorate when you were seven (Super Sons #1), and it only took you a week to learn the language on Takron-Galtos. You’re smart.

You’re also incredibly skilled. You learned to drive when you were five (Super Sons #1), your mother trained you to go for weeks without eating (Adventures of the Super Sons #6), you can micro-sleep for days and converse with half your brain asleep, can use a muscular contraction to move your liver out of the way of a blade (Nightwing #20), and can place yourself in a deep trance to heal damages caused by a hematoma (also #20).

(My dumba$$ didn’t note what Super Sons/Adventure of the Super Sons comic I was reading when I took notes, so I don’t have all of them noted in the two above bullet points. But that’s where they’re from. If I end up rereading them, I’ll edit this and add the comic numbers.)

The first time on patrol you thought Bruce was gonna die, you called him Baba.

The next evening, when Dick came to visit the cave, he turned to you and Damian and asked, “So, which one of you called him Dad?”

“How’d you know?” you asked.

“He’s smiling the way he did the day I called him Tati.”

“He’s not smiling,” Damian pointed out.

“He is on the inside.”

Can we talk about how royally the Arkham Knights game screwed up Tim Drake? (Though, everything seems to screw up Tim one way or another, I guess.) Why does he look like a quidditch player in the gif above the cut?

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➳april’s fool ♡

in which fred weasley is in love with y/n l/n, the girl he happens to tease and insult profusely for her attention.

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tw: food, fireworks, pranking, fred being a bully, tad bits of swearing

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april’s fool

“tomorrow is april fools,” dumbledore sighs.

“you know what that means...?” mcgonagall asks, her voice on edge.

“the twins,” snape replies quickly, not even bothered one bit as he sips his dark coffee.

“and their pranks,” dumbledore dramatically rolls over in his armchair.

“okay and?”

“they’re a hazard, severus!” mcgonagall replies.

“that doesn’t stop them.”

“what will stop them?” dumbledore ponders, eyes faint with interest.

“you still have those weird buzzy fireworks right?” snape asks.

“of course.”

“and minnie, you have the cake mix your grandmother gave you?”

“still in my cupboard next to the biscuits.”

“excellent.”

y/n l/n listens from the other side of the door, grinning. she’s been called to mcgonagall’s lavish office for some business she hopes isn’t trouble, but the conversation the three are deeply invested in piques her interest.

she likes fun. the type of continuous laughter and uncontrollable fits of giggles at noon. that’s why she enjoys the pranks the twins play. they’re bold, sharp and reckless and have the undoubtable trademark of fred and george on them.

one too a many times she’s been on the receiving end of them. one time the twins had charmed the library so that she and other studious students could not find any books that they wanted or needed for a whole week.

another time, her hair had been dyed bright pink. she wasn’t a fan of it, but tried her best to rock it. it worked. y/n had received many compliments on her bubblegum pink locks.

she laughed it off a lot. whenever something quite embarrassing happened, it was usually funny.

even the snide remarks the older twin always cast her way.

including the time he called her a blackhead. well, multiple times.

“oi, l/n, looking like a blackhead.”

george had rolled his eyes at his brother before adding kindly, “at least you have nice hair. your tie’s always shiny too.”

she had just laughed, “at least i’ve got the blackhead looks to pull pink hair off, weasley, you can’t even pull off ginger hair, and thanks, georgie. love ya.”

fred had looked taken aback, but y/n still scowls at the memory. she gets she isn’t pretty, but there is a line you don’t cross when trying to insult someone.

he always calls her the most awful nicknames too; body parts that align with her name and random pieces of rubbish she isn’t bothered to remember.

she shakes herself of her thoughts and draws herself up, knocking thrice on the door lightly.

“come in,” mcgonagall’s calm tone beckons.

“good afternoon professors!” she chirps, smiling at all three.

they smile back. even snape. they’re big fans of the girl, who’s studious but mischievous. albus dumbledore has always thought that y/n’s eyes always look like all she’s seen is a beautiful sunset.

“now you must wonder why i called you here,” mcgonagall starts.

“you see, how have you punished the weasley twins when they play all those pranks on you?” dumbledore eagerly asks.

y/n gives a light laugh, “i just prank them back. i won’t get detention for this, right?” she jokes.

they laugh, “of course you will,” snape jokes back and for a second y/n is surprised that severus snape, the ever so cold potions professor, is cracking jokes. especially to her.

“well then, i guess i can’t tell you how i prank them back then,” she drawls dramatically.

“no, no, do tell, we’re, what do you young people say?” mcgonagall pauses, “ahh yes! we’re all ears!”

y/n bursts out laughing, “okay, i usually do something that’s subtle enough but still very noticeable. they need to be anonymous too, or that’ll start prank wars and i’m only looking for short term pleasure really. one time, i dumped a whole bunch of polyjuice potion in both their little goblets. fred became george and george became fred. they were so confused.”

mcgonagall is impressed.

“can you bake?” dumbledore asks and y/n shakes her head for a long time.

“can’t bake for my sanity.”

“awesome. that is what i thought too,” dumbledore answers and y/n smiles.

a single knock sounds. it’s proper and formal.

“come in!” mcgonagall yells.

draco malfoy in all his glory steps into the room, eyes alight with concern, ever so indifferent.

y/n knows him from quidditch. they’ve become relatively good friends, though she thinks he is very busy with his home life. she also knows that there’s more to him than the facade he has.

“afternoon,” he nods and gives a charming smile.

“now, draco, i understand your mother had enrolled you in baking classes,” snape says.

draco nods.

“you must bake a cake,” mcgonagall hands him the cake mix.

she hands y/n the box of fireworks and winks.

“good day professors! make sure to be at breakfast tomorrow!” y/n shouts, dragging draco with her to the kitchens.

soon draco is laughing with y/n, at her atrocious puns and lightly placed jokes, finding himself very much happy. he’s not interested in her romantically, he simply enjoys her company. he’s even sharing some funny stories of his own too.

“...and i told him, to precisely fuck off.”

“so that’s how you deal with him!”

“oh no, he didn’t stop. he kept bugging me.”

“what did you do then?”

“i cast a muffliato charm on him.”

y/n bursts into laughter as they pass the gryffindor common room, quickly hiding the box of fireworks in her cloak as she spots two red heads quietly snickering by the fat lady.

they notice the unlikely pair scurrying down the stairs.

“hey, google eyes!” fred shouts.

y/n doesn’t know fred well enough to decide if that greeting is dedicated to herself, so she continues upon her way.

“weasley,” draco states.

“huh?” y/n fakes oblivion.

draco jerks his head in the way of the twins, where fred is smirking handsomely, leaning against the wall in a model-like fashion.

george is shaking his head in dismay.

“i said googly eyes!” fred shouts again.

y/n won’t lie, she thinks fred has undoubtedly good looks and his ginger hair is cute. he’s just a terrible person. to her, at least. she knows she’s biased, she’s often seen fred comforting ginny after a bad fight with a boyfriend, and from what she’s heard from alicia and angelina and katie, he’s funny too.

she whips out her glasses and stares deadpan at him, before rolling her eyes and running with draco down the stairs, laughing like madmen.

they finish baking late at night, and waving her wand smartly over the cake, y/n produces a charm that will make the fireworks activate as soon as the cake is cut open.

draco smiles as he pipes purple and orange roses, writing a ‘happy bday fred and george’ in chocolate letters.

they add lots of sprinkles, hoping to seem like avid admirers of the twins.

“does miss l/n and misters malfoy need any assistance?” a house elf asks.

draco just about opens his mouth to snap a ‘no’ when y/n gives him a silencing look.

“thank you rosemarie, but that is not needed, you are welcome to watch and talk with us though,” y/n politely answers, giving her a grin.

the house elf sniffles, “miss l/n is too nice! rosemarie will make some hot chocolate for her! pretty hair!”

y/n laughs, “thank you very much, rosemarie. i think mister malfoy would also like some hot chocolate, with a tiny bit of firewhiskey, if that’s alright with you,” she winks at draco who just scoffs in reply.

when they’re finished with the cake and the hot chocolate, y/n enters the gryffindor common room. angelina takes the cake and wraps it up in a box and nice wrapping paper. she sends it flying to the twins’ usual spot on the gryffindor table.

“thanks angie!” y/n smiles, getting up from the cozy spot near the fire in the common room.

“why are you going? we’re staying up till midnight for the twins’ birthday; wanna join?” angelina asks.

y/n shakes her head, “i’m not too close with them, it seems like a rather intimate ceremony,” she keeps her words fluffy and light. really, she would join any birthday celebration, but she didn’t think she could handle the constant insults and annoying comments fred always made about her. and this would have been completely acceptable if she had done something to any one of the weasleys, but she hadn’t. she even regards ginny weasley as a little sister and was invited to one of ginny’s infamous slumber parties. okay, she might have a little crush on him for his joke-ish nature, but it’s nothing she can’t get over. he’s out of her league, for sure, she thinks. and terribly rude. she doesn’t understand why she still harbours those feelings for him. maybe because that time adrian pucey was mocking her for her ‘blood purity’ he stood up for her. or that time she hurt herself at quidditch and fred stayed up with her bandaging her wound. he cared when it mattered, she guesses.

“i’m sure they would love you there.”

“fat chance,” she scoffs, “have a good night!”

she goes to her own dormitory up the stairs. she’s well known in gryffindor house, but for different reasons than the twins may be. although she’s close with angie and alicia, she’s not close with the twins. mainly because she’s always studying, playing quidditch, and doing prefect things.

being on a quidditch team with fred weasley is bearable. mainly because she’s the captain.

she’s stopped by a large hand on her shoulder. the owner of the hand swivels and suddenly a grinning fred is revealed.

“where’re you going?” fred weasley’s annoying voice pronounces.

“the sahara desert,” she snaps back dryly, “you’re in the way of my world exploration.”

“am i, really?”

“‘course,” she reigns her attitude in, “nice night, isn’t it?”

“for you? never.”

she scowls. fred watches in utter amusement as she takes a deep breath and charmingly smiles.

“dearest freddie, will you please allow me to get to my dorm so i can have some sleep?”

fred’s heart skips a little at the nickname but shakes his head.

“what’s the password?”

y/n sighs. “i don’t know. y/n is a blackhead. googly eyes. whatevers.”

fred lets out a loud laugh. y/n finds herself trying hard not to laugh with him.

she turns around, ready to find her hufflepuff friend that has a spare bed in their dormitory, knowing fred is really stubborn.

“that’s not the password.”

“well, good night.” she walks off, before intensely diving in a style harry potter himself would be proud of, onto the stairs and running up the dorms laughing.

fred stands at the bottom of the stairs, dumbfounded, his jaw hanging open.

“close your mouth, flies will be caught,” he heard the giggling voice of y/n.

“close yours and you’ll look better,” he insults back.

“oh shut up. we know i’m the prettier one. and that’s saying something.”

the next morning, fred and george wake up to presents, a rowdy common room, and a nice cake sitting waiting for them on the gryffindor table.

for the first time, y/n takes a seat opposite them, her eyes alight with the familiar mischief they always held. she steals glances at the professors, who were beaming down with interest, as if they shared an inside joke. draco malfoy has an odd smirk on his pale face.

all eyes are on them as they cut open the cake. with a bang, fireworks come flying out of the cake in all directions, sending crumbs and icing flying in the air and leaving soot on the twin’s faces. their ginger hair is covered neatly with white icing and the fireworks continue for a calamitous five minutes. everyone’s too busy laughing and trying to dodge the flying cake to see that y/n l/n and draco malfoy are laughing quietly in a corner together, both with spells like umbrellas.

fred’s eyes, however, are trained on y/n, who’s rolling over in laughter. he quickly casts a scourgify on himself and george, and strides casually over to her and malfoy, the usual lazy smirk on his face as he hears ‘draco ohmygosh that was the best. your cake decos are on point! d’ya think he’ll ever bully me again?’. that confirms his suspicions. she did play this prank on him. and it makes him feel fuzzy inside.

his face then contorts into a frown. she thinks he bullies her?

“i wouldn’t say he bullies you, y/n.”

he smiles. never mind.

“but it isss! i can assure you, there is absolutely nothing nice ‘bout being called a frame!”

fred snorts at the time y/n had been gushing adorably over a picture frame that was embellished with gold and bronze flowers to angelina. he had went over and in an attempt to catch her attention, said ‘you’re a frame’.

sure, he was good at flirting, but not to the girls he really really liked.

“that’s fucking funny,” malfoy laughs.

“oh shut it draco, your face is funny. but yeah, i should probably ask him to start fresh.”

he decides to interrupt their conversation.

“ask who to start fresh?” he butts in.

y/n doesn’t even look surprised, “in fact, you, fred, because i’m not really sure if i’ve done anything wrong to you or anything, and by my memory i don’t think i have and you keep being rude and stuff. if i have, i’m really sorry for it and i’m sorry that i hurt you and all. if we can y’know, start over, and maybe be friends?” she catches the unreadable look in fred’s eyes and hesitates, “or maybe not, that’s okay, we don’t need to!” she gives a small laugh, “er, sorry for ever bringing it up?”

the earnestness of her tone and the wistful look in her eyes makes fred fall a little harder. ever since he saw her nervously fiddling with her robes in first year, he’s been smitten.

there’s a silence. malfoy has slipped off, the sneaky bastard.

fred simply takes y/n’s hand, giving her a look as if to ask for permission.

she swallows and nods.

they’re in the courtyard, which is sunny and light. flowers are blooming everywhere.

“can i kiss you?” fred asks.

y/n’s eyebrows go up. “what?”

“can i kiss you?” fred repeats patiently.

“as in kiss? k-i-s-s?” y/n asks, eyes wide with suspicion and curiosity.

“yep,” he chuckles, “crazy, aren’t i?”

“yeah, you’re crazy.”

“really? can i kiss you?”

“i’ve never really kissed anyone.”

“i guessed that.”

her eyebrows furrowed in hurt, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i’ll tell you if you let me kiss you.”

“there better be a good reason because i was saving it for someone special.”

“i need a yes, love.”

she huffs, “yes.” she won’t tell him that she has a crush on him, because to be honest, she still isn’t sure if this is a prank or not.

she surprised when fred tilts her head up ever so gently, a smile on his face.

this kiss is short and sweet. he tastes like cinnamon.

when they’ve let go, fred notices the light pink dusted over her cheeks. he smirks.

“you have to tell me why you thought i’ve never kissed anyone,” she said, eyes flashing in deep thought.

“such a beautiful person as you does not deserve kisses from anyone.”

“...”

fred took this as a sign to go on. “the reason i’ve always teased you endlessly is because i want your attention. i didn’t think you’d give it to me any other way. if you haven’t noticed, i’m in love with you. i think you’re absolutely beautiful, both ways. i love it when you frown and get annoyed, even if you rarely do, i love it when you study so hard your face makes this really concentrated look. i love it especially when you laugh and smile and joke and play pranks. even if they’re on me.”

“...” she was studying his movements. inside her brain, a frenzy was going on. part of her brain- the ever so optimistic part, was screaming happily, and the logical part was using body language to analyse whether he was lying or not.

eyes? their honey brown colour was glistening with affection and truth, an expression so dainty on his face.

a quaint little smile was on his lips, a small one, a genuine one. it was different to all the other smiles she’d seen him smile.

he wasn’t acting, she decided. if he was, he should take up a job in broadway.

“y/n?”

her brows were furrowed. she’d never been confessed to as genuinely as this before.

if they started this type of relationship would he still be mean and insult her all the time?

“i-i need time. to figure this out.”

he doesn’t look disappointed, she thinks. instead he looks down at her with... adoration?

“of course, sweetness, anything, i’ll wait for you.”

she smiles, “thank you, freddie.”

☆

it’s been a few days since fred’s confessed to her. she’s still unsure if he was joking or not. why?

at this moment, she’s watching him giggle with angelina johnson. it seems like he’s forgotten everything and anything. he’s gotten closer to her. maybe he’s lost feelings for y/n? she can’t blame angie, she’s a wonderful girl. if he likes her, that’s fine too. suddenly her feelings for him become very clear. she like-likes him. and it’s a bit too late.

but maybe he doesn’t like angie in that way? maybe he’s still into her?

y/n knows molly weasley raises her children with patience. she should trust that fred’s waiting for her.

but then again, she’s never gonna be as special as angie johnson. she’s just a ever so polite and outgoing nerd. someone who’s foolish enough to prank. angie’s smart, confident and funny and terribly patient. and effortlessly beautiful. she’s got the true gryffindor touch. and angie’s been one of fred’s best friends since day one. she’s always gonna be number 1.

that’s ok. she’ll accept it. she likes angie anyway. it was probably a joke anyway.

she couldn’t be jealous, just a bit dismayed that it wasn’t genuine. whatever, she thinks. we can just go back to how we were before. or not.

and it’s relatively easy. they never really saw much of each other anyway. she’ll get over this tiny little liking.

it’ll just be like normal. none of this happened. none of it. she grimaces bitterly, damning fred for his stupid games. should’ve known this was another of his pranks. but his acting though, certainly very good.

she smiles to herself.

“knock it off, y/n, you’re here to learn, not to love.”

and that answer, is satisfactory.

she gets up from her spot on the gryffindor table rather abruptly, saying goodbye to her friends, and makes her way to the kitchens. she knows she won’t be alone, she’ll talk to hansel and gretel, the twins that cook with the house elves every dinner.

they’re cleaning up as she walks in, book in hand.

“hi hans, g!” she calls, as she rolls up the sleeves of her sweater to help them with the dishes.

“y/n!” gretel gives her a hug with soapy arms and y/n giggles.

“how are both of you?” y/n asks.

“good, good, potions though...” hansel trails off and they all laugh.

“potions is always like that,” y/n agrees, “it’s supposed to be really hard for newts, so you can’t really blame the subject.”

“i’m thinking of dropping divination,” gretel says.

“yeah, that’s wise, gretel buns,” hansel teases and gretel scowls.

“divination is an easy subject, gretel, you just need to make random stuff up. i saw this weird bear thing in polly’s tea leaves, it wasn’t in the textbook. i told trelawney it was a symbol that a stranger would come and whip polly off her feet, with a whip the colour of the rarest german emeralds, leaving her absolutely smitten. i got full marks,” y/n laughs.

they laugh too, and soon a light flowing conversation is shared over cups of hot chocolate.

this is repeated for quite a few days and y/n even invites polly, marla and lenox, her best friends, to join. it’s a delicate, nice kind of week, one that suits her current struggles.

when the weekends roll around, hansel and gretel suggest that they all sit at the hufflepuff table. they share jokes and quips over the food, y/n reading a book as she bites happily into apple pie.

“pfft,” her lips upturn ever so slightly at the quote that the character makes.

fred watches her from the gryffindor table, utterly confused. y/n’s been avoiding him. he sees the flashes of hurt that run through her eyes whenever she sees him, and the quick grin that’s far too fake that follows. she’s been reading a lot more and he never sees her anymore.

he wonders what he’s doing wrong. so as he sees her walking with her friends to hogsmeade, he calls for her.

“y/n!”

her friends giggle as they see him, but she gives him a fleeting glance and raises her eyebrows at them, shaking her head, before profusely apologising to each one of them.

she approaches him warily, with all practicality in mind. she leads with her heart, but her head protects her.

fool me once, shame on you.

fool me twice, shame on me.

“you’ve been avoiding me,” he states.

“what would you expect?” she snaps, “isn’t this all a good laugh for you anyway?”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you know what i mean, this was all a joke, wasn’t it? fooling my poor little heart which you know has a crush on you. my head simply won’t allow it. admit it, and we can both move on with our lives,” her tone is sharp and cold, her eyes burning with fury and hurt, “i may seem gullible, and i am,” she gave a short laugh, “but when i notice, don’t even try to lie.”

“this wasn’t a joke, love.”

“don’t call me that, and you and i both know it is. your acting though, absolutely superb!”

“what makes you think this was a prank, y/n? you were the one who asked for time.”

“yes, and the time made me realise that i had feelings for you despite all the teasing AND the fact you couldn’t possibly be genuine!” y/n says exasperatedly, her fury dissolving quickly, “you looked so in place with angie and everyone that it’s so obviously some sort of fun thing you did to try to get back at me!”

“angie?”

“a-and everyone else.”

“angie?” fred’s eyes were amused.

“you know, angelina, as in johnson.”

“angie?”

y/n shrugs, “you did bring her to the yule ball last year.”

“angie??!!!” fred was full on smirking now, as if trying to receive a real response.

“i think you like her, okay?! are we done here? i’d very much like a good book from f&b,” y/n sighs.

“i’ll accompany you to flourish and botts. why would you think i like her? didn’t i just confess to you?”

“yeah but it seemed kinda...” y/n trails off, not wanting her insecurities to come off as compliment fishing, “kinda far-fetched.”

“meaning?” fred knows exactly what she means.

“you know!”

“oh but i don’t,” he smiles innocently.

“well, you’re you!”

“is that supposed to be an insult?” he asks, faking a look of hurt rather well as y/n looks alarmed.

“no, no, as in, you’re nice to look at, and you’ve always insulted me and been so nice and cool to everyone. are you for real?”

“nice to look at?” a cocky grin is on his face now, much more noticeable than the slight blush that was creeping up his face.

“is that the only thing you could pick up?”

“nice to look at? what’s up with me repeating myself today?”

y/n lets out an agitated sigh. he doesn’t know, he’s blunt and straightforward. she likes cushioning her words.

“y’know, handsome? good looking?”

“my middle names.” another smirk to conceal the blushing.

y/n smiles. “of course, everyone knows it.”

it makes fred uncomfortable. her light tone is a bit menacing too.

“only joking.”

“i’m sure everyone does know it, darling.”

y/n is too busy looking at the dog that passes by to hear him, rambling quietly to herself over the cute scottish terrier.

“sorry, what was that?”

“aren’t i cuter than the dog?”

“nup.”

“really?” fred casually slings an arm over y/n’s shoulders, having to stoop a little lower to reach her.

“i think so.”

“well i’ll tell you something love, i think you’re absolutely stunning.”

“some love potion you’re on.”

“uh huh, the love potion is called love, sweetness.”

“so you’re for real?”

“as real as you and me.”

“you’re cheesy. this isn’t a prank right?”

“not at all, i love you.”

“i-i don’t think i love you just yet, but i think it’s possible,” y/n bites her lip, anxiously awaiting his response.

she tilts her head to look at him.

he’s beaming. he looks more handsome than ever, a sweet smile etched on his face as he looks down at her in utter adoration.

“you have a crush on me!” he pulls her into a hug and giggles like a little girl, kissing the top of her head.

she’s engulfed by the smell of burning wood and cinnamon and immediately feels safe in his strong arms.��

“how’d you say we go on a date? so i can show how sorry i am for all the times i called you googly eyes and played pranks on you.”

“i’ll check to see if the girls are okay with it,” y/n replies, turning her head to see her friends. they’re gone.

“they are. i asked them to shoo off before i approached you. is that a yes?”

y/n nods, “of course, freddie.”

“i love you.”

she laughs, “you really are april’s fool.”

“i’m your april’s fool.”

he buries his nose in the crook of her neck to stop her from seeing his blushing red face.

#fredweasley #fred weasley x y/n #frederick weasley #fred weasley x reader #gryffindor #hansel and gretel #fanfic #harry potter #hogwarts #hufflepuff #angelina johnson #alicia spinnet #y/n #harrypotter #hogsmeade

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The end of Codorverse

It's not an April fool's joke, I'm not participating in it today. But Codorverse is gone now

(This is something I’ve been sitting on for a while subconsciously, but I finally pulled the plug; this wasn’t an impulse decision)

I wasn't originally going to make a big post about it, but it feels to just not mention it in detail, considering it’s like… the only thing I have been making content for since 2014. But there’s a lot of reasons that I’m abandoning it, and it’s for the best- the story and world just doesn’t bring me joy anymore. I think it tells a lot that I was more invested in side characters and an AU that I made for them rather than the main story.

I don’t know where to begin with the issues I have with Codorverse… there’s many. First of all, I made a lot of the characters back in elementary school, for roleplays. Do you know how hard it is to salvage characters from rps and make them into their own story and world when you’re 12 and know nothing about story writing? It’s so hard. It’s much easier to start with the world and plot, rather than building a world around the characters. The rp I based the loose worldbuilding on was… horrible writing all around and terrible because, like, we (me and my roleplay partner) were 9 and 11. Kids write stupid shit. And bad worldbuilding.

I attempted to start drawing it so many times, and I got stuck. The script always threw me off, and a lot of plot points were so convoluted because they were from the original story and it just… didn’t fit. My first script I wrote was 30k words and only 17 chapters. I thought 100 pages was the normal amount of pages for a chapter. I knew NOTHING about making webcomics, and I’m still learning. It was too much of an ambitious project for me to make. I don’t know how many chapters it would have ended up being, but probably somewhere around 50. I would probably be working on it until I died if I were lucky to make it that far.

It was also super dark, and always has been, but slowly I’ve been starting to gravitate myself towards more light hearted stuff. Nothing wrong with edgy, but it felt way too dark for a story about mental health, and I don’t think it would have been done well. Hard to swallow pill for 13 year old cal who wanted the ending to be everyone dying but it is what it is, you dumb bitch.

Speaking of plot points, I realized I had topics in there that were a bit too heavy for a story that’s supposedly focused on mental health, like… plot points that I don’t think should have been included. Maybe someday I’ll get into specifics and spill all the Codorverse lore, but one of the big things was the inclusion of history of genocide and I wracked my brain HARD to try and figure out how to approach it appropriately, but every time I came up with an idea, it fell into the fantasy racism trope and I really didn’t want to do that, I hate that trope. Especially since the oppressed group was demons, I feel like it sends a really bad message and over time I just felt uncomfortable with it, and I’m glad I’m scrapping it.

And also the inclusion of mental health, I don’t know if I was approaching that well, either. I think I perpetuated stereotypes especially for people with personality disorders, which I should know better since I have one. It wasn’t very much a great look for me.

There were other themes I don’t think were approached well, especially topics of things I haven’t experienced myself, like religious trauma. I was raised atheist and I never really experienced that stuff, and as I went on to write that stuff I started realizing that although I could tell that story, I don’t think I’m the right person to tell it, because I don’t think I did it very respectfully.

Basically there are a lot of bad plot points I feel were very problematic and it was hard to salvage them and I had to accept I need to scrap most of the universe and build from bare bones. I mean, there are other reasons like worldbuilding not making any sense, but the problematic elements are the main reason I’m doing it. I don’t think I can achieve having both a light hearted fantasy story and a deep story with a big meaning that goes in depth combined together and make it work well. It just doesn’t work. But another important reason I’m scrapping the story is that I’m not having fun anymore. It’s not fun, it’s stressful. And I don’t want a passion project to be something that stresses me out.

That being said, I’m not done with the characters. I’ve split them among two universes- I don’t have names for them yet, and I don’t know which one I’ll be doing first, but they’re ideas that I’m much happier with. One is a light hearted fantasy and the other is a romantic slice of life that deals with getting over trauma and mental health. See, two of them! I can have two of them. As a treat.

Codorverse has meant the world to me- in school, during any freetime I had, I would write by hand in notebooks lore and sometimes even scripts for chapters if I didn’t have access to my phone. Half of the contents of my sketchbooks are concept art and detailed descriptions of designs and drafts of references. It helped me cope with a lot of mental health and trauma, but it’s time for it to go, I think. I think it did its job, for me. Because I think the moral of the story is something that I needed to hear and understand- it was something for me, not for anyone else. It was my subconscious way of telling myself that everything is going to be okay and I’ll get better, and it’s true- I’m much better off than I was even six months ago, and I’m trying my best. Things will get better for me.

So thanks for joining this journey of mine over the last 8 years of pouring my heart into this silly story, even if it made no sense. It was fun, and I don’t regret it. Maybe someday I’ll release what I had written for the plot, or the 2+ hour compilation of every codorverse video from 2010-2022. I don’t know yet. But thanks. And I hope you look forward to my new content and stories.

#update #rip to a legend

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gb-patch · 3 years

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Ask Answers: March 30th, 2021- Part 1

We’ve been really focused on getting the Step 3 DLC done and keeping up with asks kind of got away from me, aha. Thank you for waiting for a reply! We’re still definitely behind, but here’s a good chunk of responses!

I love Our Life so much but if the release of the step 3 dlc is in April, please don't "release" it on April 1, my poor heart can't take that prank 😭

Don’t worry! I’m horrible at pranks, haha. When we do post something specifically for April Fool’s it’s always to pretend it’s a joke when in reality it’s something we’re actually planning to do. But we don’t have anything like that arranged for this year. Any posts on April 1st will just be like normal.

Omigod, can you end the game in love with Cove but not in a relationship? My character stayed calm at the restaurant and Cove slept over at her home and I think I may have missed it. I'm delirious if I did, may never stop laughing. The children are idiots

Haha, yes, it is possible to be in love and still not get into an actual relationship. There’s no forced ending where the two are made to confess their feelings and accept, it’s all optional/avoidable.

How can you see the new main character cut-in images? I'm not trying to be rude, but, all of my playthroughs, but I haven't seen them yet. (I know you can go through an entire game without seeing them, but I have went through multiple games.)

It’s a bit of a spoiler to say here, but you can check out the guide we posted on Steam HERE!

Is it possible to win first place in the library quiz with Lizzy (Step 1 DLC)

Yep, it is! Someone made a guide for the answers HERE (it’s also on Steam). We probably shouldn’t have required a perfect score to win a children quiz, but oh well, haha.

Hello!

In the future (in step 4) can you marry Cove even if you are friends? I would love to have a platonic wedding with him!

I’m afraid not. As much as he cares for the MC when they’re besties, Cove would only really want an official marriage if it’s based on romance.

Hello! I bumped into Our Life randomly last month, and it is one of the best coincidences I have ever laid on. I love how the choices and little details in the story changes throughout the game, and I'm excited to keep supporting you! I'm absolutely in love with Cove and would like to ask what keeps him to be especially interested in the MC? Other than how you can choose what fondness level you have with him, what ultimately leads him to be in sync with us? Sorry if it's a little much & thank u!

Cove likes the MC because, regardless of the different personality traits you can give the MC, they meet him on his level, listen to him, understand him (even if you’re indifferent and not really close the MC still gets where he’s coming from), and if you’re fond/crush/love than you’re there for him. He finds the MC someone he can respect, trust, and, if they’re close, feel safe with. I’m glad you enjoyed the game!

hi there! for xoxo droplets i see the that female pronouns are used in the description, in the actual game can you change the pronouns or are they stuck as female? i'm aware the game is free, but i have a bad habit of buying dlc's before playing the game so it would be helpful to know before i spend money on it. if anything i'll save that money for more our life dlcs when they come out :D

XOXO Droplets does have a set MC. It’s the story of a specific person rather than a game about making your own story. All of our games prior to Our Life were about exploring MCs that were fully fleshed out people in their own right, so you can’t get the OL experience from what we did before. But we do plan to do more custom-style MCs going forward from here!

For the our life nsfw dlc, will you have to be in the patron to have it or will there be another way for people who really support the game but can't pay to get it?

I’m afraid not. We might put it up for sale somewhere other than Patreon someday (though never on Steam or Itch) since we know not everyone can use that site, but it will still cost money on any other hosting page we use. It’s unfortunately not a piece of content we can give away for free.

Hello! I finally got to play Xoxo Blood Droplets and it mentioned about a DLC coming out soon. Is it already out or are you still planning it?

We are still planning to finish it when we can, we just had to put it on hold because 2020 was a tough year and we needed to put all our focus on Our Life. There’s some of the extra DLC stories available for beta testing on the Patreon.

Is there a link to the soundtrack for Xoxo Blood Droplets? I really like the music in this game!

That’s not available yet, but we’ll probably put it up for sale once the rest of the stories are done.

Would there be any chance for XOXO Droplets OSTs to be released in the future? (Please take my money-)

We might! There are some things we wanna do and fix before we really start advertising XOXO Droplets things again, but hopefully it all comes together.

Why does Cove dislike Shiloh so much despite all of Shiloh's efforts to get along? I can understand his dislike for Lizzie, but why Shiloh?

They met under bad terms (with an arranged play date he had no choice in), Shiloh’s sort of pushy himself when it comes to trying to get along, and Cove thinks he’s just kind of unusual in how he interacts/reacts with people. They don’t click, basically.

Is there a way to have your character be a tsundere? And have Cove toughened up a bit due to that? Sorry if the is a stupid question! ^^;

Maybe? The options in the game aren’t based on those types of personality tropes and I don’t know them well enough to say if you can accurately find a way to make it work with the available options. But it’s not a stupid question, I’m sure plenty of other people have considered something similar c:

do voiced names work only with their exact spelling? cause my mc is called Sophia and one of the voiced names is Soffia so i was wondering but if only works like that it's fine (sorry if i made any mistakes, english isn't my first language)

“Voice” and “text” are separate! You can pick the “voice” you want and then type in whatever “text” you prefer. And your English is really good.

Will OL:NF be based on a season/break like the first game? Or some other type of setting?

Our Life: Now & Forever takes place over the full course of Autumn. So, the start of school and then into the fall holiday season type of time period.

Will we ever see a jealous cove😭😭 please im begging u-

Only in small ways, really. Sadly, I’m just not someone who enjoys jealousy in stories and therefore I don’t know how to implement it in a way that feels enjoyable. Maybe I’ll figure out a angle I can work with in future projects.

Do you have any plans with Our Life once step 4 has been released along with step 3's DLCs?

After the Step 3 DLCs and Step 4 we’ll be releasing the Cove wedding DLC, the Derek romance DLC, and then the Baxter romance DLC. The project will likely be considered fully complete at that point.

Hello, I just needed to first of all sat how amazed I was when I discovered this game. I thought I would be disappointed by the lack of love interests, but you worked so hard to make sure Cove is the Best Boy for so many different people!! It really has been my comfort game for a while now, and I think all the different choices you allow make it the best romance game I’ve played in my life. The only problem is now my expectations for love are Cove level, and no one can live up to that. You’ve put so much consideration to make this game super inclusive and I think it’s amazing. If I can ask, for the exclusive NSFW Patreon dlc, will it only be available for the month it comes out? Or could I become a patron months later and still be able to download it. I just don’t have a job right now otherwise I would LOVE to subscribe to your Patreon and definitely will once I have the money again!! Thank you so so much for making such a lovely game that’s brought me so much joy.

Hiya! I'm so sorry for sounding like a complete degenerate for asking, but will the nsfw moment on patreon still be available even if i'm not a patron of the month it comes out? (e.g. i didnt pay/join the necessary tier before the moment is released) Thank you for your hard work on OL, I really connected with Cove in a way I never anticipated.

Thank you very much for such kind words! The Patreon DLC will be up for download on the Patreon indefinitely once it’s done. Just like the normal DLCs, you can pay to get it whenever you like but it won’t be up for sale until it’s finished. So take all the time you need.

Sorry to bother you guys, but there was an earlier ask detailing the OL LI's love languages and I was just wondering- Would that be for them personally, as in what they do, or the love language they enjoy receiving the most? Because I know for some people it's different for both on giving and receiving and was a bit confused, haha. Sorry for the trouble, your games are really nice!

For Cove and Derek it’s what they like to receive and what they give. For Baxter, it’s what he likes to get. What he gives is tailored to his partner. He’s flexible that way~ And it’s no trouble.

asking (and also fanning... fanboying? fangirling? fanpersoning? screw it- from a distance) anonymously because my confidence is nonexistent.

will you be doing a kickstarter for our life: now and forever? i know it's probably been asked and mentioned before, but will you be doing a kickstarter akin to the one done for our life: beginnings and always? if so, will you be doing similar tier rewards? (if you guys do so, i will [politely] throw my money at you).

now, to the fan.. personing? FAN. uhm. to the part where this anonymous agender idiot will begin to act as the fan they are.

THE GAME IS SO. SO NICE. IT'S CUSTOMIZABLE. I'M REALLY HAPPY ABOUT THAT PART. AAAAA I ALSO ENJOY THAT YOU GAVE US THE OPTION TO JUST STAY BEST FRIENDS OR SOMETHING A8DBAIHEW- AND YOU INCLUDED AROS AND ACES IN THAT SEXUALITY CHOOSING PART- aaaAAA AND YOU MADE ELIZABETH FILIPINO- THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR CREATING SUCH AN INCLUSIVE GAME!!!

to summarize; will you be doing a kickstarter? and thank you for creating such a nice game. i, and likely the majority if not all of those who have played the game, am thankful.

Aw, thanks <3! I’m so happy it was such a nice experience for you. We are planning on having a Kickstarter for Our Life: Now & Forever. It’ll have similar rewards to the Our Life: O&A Kickstarter, but some changes will have to be made. Like, we’ll definitely need to increase the rate for getting a voiced name. Originally it was $3USD, which was super low for how much work it really took to add in a customized piece of voice acting, aha. Live and learn.

So sorry if you've already answered this, I looked but I couldn't find anything. Is the 18+ DLC coming out alongside the Step 3 DLC, or do they have different development timelines entirely? I'm so excited for all the DLC coming out in the future, and even though the release dates aren't out, I'm already counting down the days. :)

They have different development times and will come out separately. Despite taking place in the same Step period, they’re disconnected pieces of content and making progress on one doesn’t mean the other is closer to being finished. The normal Step 3 DLC is releasing first. It’s great to hear you’re looking forward to them!

Hey!! I'm absolutely LOVING Our Life! I have been pondering on one question though, what's Cove's ethnicity, if there is a set one? Or is it something we can Headcanon?

hi hi! i wanted to say first of all that i absolutely adore our life. it's one of my favourite games of 2020, and i think it was just the perfect dose of positivity we all needed, even if you didn't intend to release it during such a hectic year lol! secondly, i wanted to say: if it's alright to ask, what ethnicity is cove? :-0 and what about his parents? i was just curious about it ^^)/ thank you!!

Cove’s mom, Kyra, is white. But his dad’s, Cliff’s, race doesn’t come up and players are able to headcanon it. So Cove is half white and half whatever you prefer Cliff to be!

hello! there was a post on the patreon where you can run your fingers down cove's chest in errands - how do you get that scene? ♥

That was an old mistake on my part- you can only get that scene in the Ending rather Errands. You have to leave the big family dinner at the restaurant to go into the car, be dating Cove for a while, have Cove come see you there, and then mention using your hands when Cove makes a joke about hands.

in baxter’s dlc, is there any point where you can tell him about the previous renters of the condo?

You can talk to him about that in the normal Step 3 DLC!

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Thank you for all the interest in our games everybody :D

We released a new FAQ! It answers common questions and we’ll keep adding more to it. Please check there before sending an ask. FAQ Also, if you prefer to just see the main posts without all the asks/reblogs, feel free to follow our side account instead: GB Patch Updates Blog

#our life #Our Life Beginnings & Always #Our Life: Now & Forever #ask #ourlifeba #ourlifenf #gb patch #gb patch games #long post

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 3 years

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Psycho Analysis: Buck Cluck

(Usually I’d say “WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!” here, but we’re talking about a character from Chicken Little. If you care about spoilers for that movie, I gotta question your sanity.)

Gendo Ikari. Shou Tucker. Goku. Anime is filled to the brim with the most heinous, evil, deadbeat dads imaginable. But standing tall above them all is one dad, a dad from an American anime (anime means cartoon, you nerds): Buck Cluck. You’re seeing this right. This ain’t no April Fools joke either; I take Chicken Little absolutely seriously.

Buck Cluck is one of the most infamous fathers in all of animated history. He is basically Disney’s take on Huey Emmerich. If something in the world goes wrong, it’s probably Buck Cluck’s fault. The thing is, though… none of this was intentional. None of it. Buck Cluck is amazing because he is supposed to be a good father, albeit one who is emotionally distant from his son. But the movie bungles this all so badly that Buck Cluck ended up as one of the most disgusting fathers ever put to film by complete accident.

Motivation/Goals: Buck’s only goal in the film is to try and feel some sense of pride in his son. His nerdy, ostracized son. He refuses to love this kid until its convenient and turns his back on him at the drop of a hat. Really, you can sum up Buck’s motivation by asking yourself in any given scene “What is the exact opposite of what a decent parent would do?” Buck always chooses to do the opposite.

Performance: Of all the people on Earth who could have played Buck, they got Gary Marshall, director of The Princess Diaries movies, Pretty Woman, and Overboard to play Buck. And he’s not bad by any means, but boy, what a weird choice. I think he actually does give this charm to Buck, and by that I mean he makes him sound like a charming, affable guy despite being a disgusting deadbeat. If it was someone worse or more sinister, I think that the film would have ended up too self-aware. Buck has to sound like a chummy dude you’d get a beer with or else he can’t fail as utterly as he does.

Final Fate: For some reason, his son forgives him and they reconcile. Personally, I would have rather seen Colonel Sanders come in and roast this fat bastard alive.

Final Thoughts & Score: Before you get excited, no, I’m not giving him a ranking, because by the technicalities of the film he is in fact not a villain. But this, ultimately, is what makes Buck Cluck so fascinating to me.

This is a character who, throughout the film’s runtime, acts horrendously neglectful to his child, only paying him any mind when Chicken Little is succeeding and getting positive attention. He throws his son under the bus at every opportunity and seems outright ashamed by him, never really bothering to stand up for him until the very end when he has been soundly proven wrong about the sky falling and the aliens. He comes off as extremely self-serving and egotistical, only giving his son love when he can reap some sort of benefit. And it’s pretty obvious Disney wasn’t expecting him to come off this way. They give him moments where the film is desperately trying to get you to understand him, but it’s so utterly bungled that you can’t really view Buck as anything other than a cruel, emotionally abusive father.

A good contrast to Buck is Perry Babcock from ParaNorman. Both serve similar roles in the plot, being somewhat neglectful dads who need to learn a lesson about appreciating and accepting their son. The major difference is that, while Perry is just as much of a jackass as Buck (to the point where his mother’s ghost describes him as such), the narrative paints a very complex view of Perry that leaves him sympathetic enough that the ultimate resolution of the plot and his reconnection with his sonf eels genuine, earned, and heartwarming. Buck, on the other hand, never really does anything to earn the forgiveness he gets, and is never really called out by the narrative. He’s made to look like a poor victim of his son’s rambling nonsense about the sky falling. We’re supposed to want to see Chicken Little earn the love and respect of his parent, and since the world they inhabit is a world of jackasses, there’s no one to call Buck out.

The end result of everything is that Buck Cluck elicits the same seething, visceral hatred of a character like Shou Tucker or Huey Emmerich while having done nothing as grandly evil as either. The reason, I think, is that he is just too down to earth and relatable. Shou Tucker fused his daughter with a dog; that is evil, but can’t happen in real life. Buck Cluck emotionally abused his son, only gave him love when it was convenient, and treated him like an embarrassment while never standing up for him. Some of you out there have a Buck Cluck for a dad, and that’s just not pleasant to watch. And unlike with Huey, you can’t really love t hate Buck because there’s no cathartic release, there’s no punishment for his actions. Buck gets away, getting a good relationship with his son and love he doesn’t deserve.

...You know what, fuck it. Buck is so goddamn evil and disgusting, he’s getting a (dis)honorary 8/10. Buck fails so hard at being a good parent or even a flawed shades-of-gray parent that he ends up coming across as abusive and evil. I cannot comprehend how bad a character has to fail where they end up like this, or I should say, I shouldn’t be able to comprehend it… But I live in a world where Buck “The Cuck” Cluck exists. God help us all.

#Psycho Analysis #Buck Cluck #Gary Marshall #Chicken Little #Disney

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Soon // S.B.

Request: Ahhhh!!!!! Congratulations on such an AMAZING milestone🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉!!!!!! You deserve all this and sososo much more girly. I’m glad ur being recognized for ur amazing talents 😩💓 Now for the celebration. Could I suggest: Sirius, Hogwarts, Soulmate au, fluff #13, and Misc #5 - @leahstypewriter

Fluff 13: “Compared to you: stars pale, and the moon dulls.”

Misc 5: “Are you quoting a film at me?”

A/N: Thank you so much, lovely! Here’s your request! I hope you like! I love writing soulmate AUs and I had to go searching for one that I hadn’t done before so here we are! As always, I hope you like!

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Warnings: I continue to wax lyrical about the history of soulmates, hopeless romantic (reader and writer lol).

Word count: 2.3k

The magic of soulmates was first discovered centuries ago; too long ago for the story to be remembered correctly, but through the years, the general gist remains the same amongst families of witches and wizards.

From birth, a witch and wizard are paired with another witch or wizard. It would take time to find their match; it would take patience of the strongest sort, but they will meet their soulmate should good fortune befall them.

How do they know they have a soulmate?

Anything written on skin; be it a word, a quote, a doodle – it all appears on their soulmates skin. Anything other than their name. Centuries of debate and arguments over the exact reason for this decree fell over the world. In the end, the ministries and the scholars across the world threw their hands up in exasperation, declaring that the decree relating to the naming of soulmates would have to stay and the reasoning being that those making the decree were too awkward and stubborn to think of making life easier for an entire society that had to go into hiding.

For years, witches and wizards, once old enough, are able to communicate with their destined other half. The itch of a sentence being written becomes familiar; almost tolerable. Over time, they get to know their penmanship and their inner most secrets only dared scrawled onto their skin that could be hurriedly washed away if needed.

By the time the young witches and wizards in the United Kingdom have reached the age to start Hogwarts, their soulmate is already a part of them.

Now it was just trying to whittle down the student population of the school to discover who exactly was your appointed other half from birth.

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Most soulmate matches at Hogwarts are made in the months April to July – it’s when the weather starts to warm up; becoming bearable enough for the short sleeved blouses and shirts to be dug out from the very bottom of trunks.

Arms are on display for most of the day. It means that matches are made in the corridor, in the classrooms, in the Great Hall. Everywhere across the castle matches are made.

It’s wonderful, it is. But it also makes you more impatient.

You’re in the library when another match is made. Madame Pince tries her hardest to hush the new match into some level of quiet, but it does no good and thankfully, she evicts them from the library and the hush soon falls back over the great room with the same sense of a comforting blanket.

Rolling the sleeve of your cardigan up, you delicately write, “I’ve just seen the third match made of the day and it’s not even noon.”

It doesn’t take long for your soulmate to reply, “I’ve seen two so far. Where was your third?”

“The library.”

“I bet Pince was thrilled.”

You snort at their reply; amused at how well they know the school’s librarian.

“When is it going to be our turn?” You ask somewhat hesitantly.

The reply takes a few minutes, but it comes all the same in the elegant script you’ve come to know, “Soon.”

You rag your sleeve back down in frustration, repressing the building groan. You didn’t know your soulmate’s name, but you had given him the nickname of ‘aloof’. He had gone to great personal care to not reveal too much about himself other than the fact that he was male, he went to Hogwarts and he was your age.

That was something at least, but your countless attempts to find out more had been rebuffed. When you asked why, he simply answered that he wanted to leave as much as he could a surprise. You understood that, but the curiosity got to you.

You sigh heavily returning to the homework laid in front of you, but your mind continues to play the realisation that had happened only moments ago. The happiness on their faces; their utter elation tied in with the adoration they already felt for the other.

It was hard, you realise, to be in love with someone you’ve only spoken to through words and doodles on your arm.

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The week doesn’t get any easier; the weather only turns warmer, so the outer robes are ditched completely. You leave the Great Hall the morning Lily Evans realised she had been talking to James Potter since she was a child. You couldn’t watch it and still feel the same empty feeling that had settled within you so long ago.

Your friend June and her boyfriend follow you from the Great Hall. They find you facing one of the many tapestries that depict the meeting of soulmates; they’re found all over the castle and each one feels like a dagger to the stomach.

“It’ll happen soon,” June comforts, placing a soft hand on your shoulder.

“Soon! Soon! That’s all he says,” You explode. Then you repeat in a quieter voice, “That’s all he says. He’s here and he’s close and all he says is soon. What if he doesn’t want to meet me, June?”

June tuts, “Then he’s a damn fool. However, he does want to meet you. He replies doesn’t he?”

You nod your head, but her words do nothing to comfort the growing sense of dread within you.

It was rare, but the soulmate bond could be rejected. There were those in the wizarding world who were born without a soulmate, but there were also those who simply didn’t want one, so they never replied to their partner’s pleading. Instead, they chose to ignore every word, every plea, every beg. For the bond to be accepted, the first reply is important. If words are never painted on your skin, the bond is rejected.

For not the first time that day, you sigh, “I know we have forever to know each other, but is it so wrong of me to want that to start now?”

June squeezes your shoulder, “It’s not wrong at all.”

You continue to stare at the tapestry a little while longer after June and her boyfriend depart; the depiction of soulmates shown in the quill being held by both parties.

Running a hand through your hair, you turn your back on the portrayal of true love, your mind focused on how long it would be until you experience something of the same magnitude.

-----

The day after James and Lily have their realisations, you find Sirius Black’s eyes on you at breakfast. When you meet eyes, he smiles at you, raising his hand in wave. You smile back politely, waving back awkwardly before shaking your head and returning to your breakfast and the latest letter from your brother and his new wife.

They had settled well into their new house; they loved their wedding present, thank you; and yes, you were to have a niece or nephew by the end of the year.

Wonderful.

Shoving the letter from your brother into your bag with more force than what is needed, you feel someone standing next to you. Looking up you meet the grey eyes of Sirius Black; he smiles down at you, “Are you okay?”

You fix him with a puzzled look, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He shrugs, “You were frowning so big I noticed it from down the table. I thought I would come see if you’re okay.”

“Well, I’m fine. Thanks for checking on me though.”

He nods, shoving his hands into his trouser pockets. He doesn’t say anything else and you don’t offer to fill the void, so the silence sits between you as heavy as a rock.

You stand from the bench; throwing your bag onto your shoulder, “Thanks again, Sirius. I’ll see you later.”

Sirius shifts out of your way, clearing the path for you, “My pleasure. I’ll see you later.”

You shake your head as you walk away; the encounter being an odd one given that your social circle didn’t tend to include any of the Marauders. But there was something about his final words; something about the way he uttered them that made them sound as if they were a promise to you.

You rush the thought from your mind; refusing to let yourself being occupied by someone who wasn’t your soulmate.

---

Sirius begins to take more notice in you; he starts to strike up small conversations whenever he can as well as numerous attempts to catch your eye at any meal time.

He starts to take up a lot of your time; sitting with you in the library on the rare occasion, but also joining you in class when the other Marauders are occupied with other pursuits.

It’s odd.

Muggle Studies remains one of the few lessons that hasn’t been interrupted with the growing number of soulmate matches in your year. Arguably, this school year could be the one with the most matches – the final year of Hogwarts; that final rush to find the love of your life before being sent out into the whole wizarding world without that safety net of the school to fall back onto.

The longer the professor drones on, the harder you find it to focus your concentration. The professor paces the front of the classroom, explaining their brief overview of what they hope the next few lessons will shape up to be like, but your attention is shot. It flickers between the marauder who has, for some reason, taken an interest in you and your soulmate, who still won’t reveal any more information about themselves or when you’ll be meeting.

A headache is close to blooming behind your eyes at the stress of it all.

Shrugging off your cardigan, you dip your quill into the pot of black ink sat in its holder. With the practiced precision of someone used to drawing on themselves, you begin to doodle.

Stars, planets, and moons appear on your left arm – decorating the inner forearm with an entire galaxy. They’re pretty rudimentary drawings, but it’s enough to keep you occupied from the droll being spewed by the professor who definitely hasn’t noticed they’ve lost the attention of most of the class.

The bell rings; finally signally the start of your only free period of the day. With a grateful sigh, you drop your books into your bag and make your way to the library.

You never make it to the library. On your way there, a hand grabs the back of your robes, pulling you into an empty corridor. With an angry shout, you face your kidnapper, “Sirius!”

He lets out an amused laugh at your affronted expression, “I’m sorry, I just needed to talk to you in private.”

You exhale, adjusting the heavy bag on your shoulder, “Sirius, I have to know. Why are you paying me so much attention? Surely you have a soulmate to think of.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk about.”

“Really?”

Sirius nods. He takes a deep breath before saying, “Compared to you: stars pale, and the moon dulls.”

“Are you quoting a film at me?” You ask; an eyebrow raised.

Sirius shakes his head, repressing a laugh. He rolls up the sleeve of his jumper, revealing his left arm to you where decorating his inner forearm are the very same stars, planets and moons that you had doodled instead of focusing on the classwork.

Instead of saying anything, you roll your own sleeve up, lining your arm up beside Sirius’ where the patterns match perfectly.

It seemed that his attempts at conversation and his watching you from a distance was for a purpose.

Sirius Black is your soulmate.

“Oh…” You whisper.

“I told you we would meet soon,” Sirius whispers; a sight teasing lilt to his voice.

You shake your head, “I kept thinking you didn’t want to meet me; that you didn’t want a soulmate.”

Sirius grips both of your hands, “The complete opposite. I just needed to work up the nerve to find you.”

“When did you know?”

“Not that long ago. When James and Lily got together.”

You nod your head; remembering the day well.

“I overheard you talking to your friend when I was on my way to a lesson and you kept talking about how your soulmate kept promising you soon. And I realised that that was all I was saying to mine. Soon.”

You look down at your joined hands, “I never even had an inkling it was you.”

Sirius chuckles, “I suppose that should be flattering. I must be that good at concealing information, I should be a spy.”

You roll your eyes, “It almost drove me mad is what you mean.”

“Well we have a long time to get to know each other now,” He murmurs; voice soft and filled with promise for the future.

You smile shyly at the long-haired teenager, “We do?”

He nods, “Yeah, we do.”

Tentatively, you take a step closer to the long-haired Marauder. A small smile graces Sirius’ face as he takes in your movement. With a tug of his hands, you fall into him – an arm clasping itself around your waist, pressing you to him.

Sirius’ hand caresses your cheek; you lean into the touch, wondering if this is how every match felt when they found their soulmate or whether this was entirely Sirius’ effect on you. Either way, it was addicting… and he hadn’t even kissed you yet.

Finally though, after what feels like a lifetime of staring into each other’s eyes, Sirius dips his head to kiss you. You meet him halfway; the desire you feel for him controlling your every move. His grip on your waist tightens and your arms wind their way around his neck, holding him to you. This kiss is what breaks the dam; from the lightest pressure of his lips, long buried emotions bubble up to the surface and it’s all you can do to keep yourself in control.

Sirius breaks the kiss, but he doesn’t retreat far. He beams down at you; eyes bright with elation. It’s a smile that you return and more; happy to have found your soulmate, happy to know who he is and that he loves you just as much as you love him.

Happy to know that soon is now.

*******

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Kiryu & Oda - Is Tachibana Real Estate a Good Company? [RGGO]

Starting April, RGG Online has looped back to Y0 events and cards. This 2-part scratchcard mini-event features Oda “April Fools” Jun and Kiryu “asks way too many questions” Kazuma, two real estate agents who may or may not be doing real estate stuff while they pose like runway models and eat delicious ramen together :D

Some of you may be wondering why I seem to randomly insert them screenshots in the text. Usually other than showing new characters, I put them in when there’s a change in the facial expression / tone. It’s harder to tell with these Dragon Engine avatars, but they do still make :0 or :) faces (like when Oda says Kiryu’s being cute lol)

PROLOGUE

One day in 1988. In Kamurocho, various speculations revolve around “The Empty Lot”. Meanwhile, Kiryu, who decided to join hands with Tachibana Real Estate, meets up with Oda to discuss the future . . .

Kiryu: “So? What should I do from here on out?”

Oda: “Your fingerprints were lifted from the corpse in the Empty Lot. The police are spinning it in various ways. So I think you should wait until the president gives instructions.”

Kiryu: “All right. But before I cooperate, there’s something I need to know. Does your company, Tachibana Real Estate, do anything other than landgrabbing?”

Oda: “Why do you care about that?”

Kiryu: “It’s not a big deal. But I still don’t know you very well.”

Oda: “It’s as if you don’t believe in us.”

Kiryu: “Whatever you’re doing, I don’t mind.”

Oda: “Hm. Then follow me.”

Kiryu: “?”

Oda: “I’ll show you what you want. The other work we do besides landgrabbing.”

----

Oda: “We’ve arrived.”

Kiryu: “. . . Isn’t this Hideya? This is a long-established ramen shop in Champion District.”

Oda: “You’re well informed. As expected of a yakuza of the Dojima Family with roots in Kamurocho.”

Kiryu: “‘Former’ yakuza.”

Oda: “How rude of me.”

Kiryu: “So? What’s wrong with Hideya?”

Oda: “Take a look inside.”

Kiryu: “. . . What’s this?”

Oda: “As you can see, Hideya’s been in a slump these days.”

Kiryu: “What happened? Did the taste quality drop while I wasn’t there?”

Oda: “Why don’t you check for yourself? I’ll treat you, so try eating it.”

Kiryu: “I’m not owing you a debt of gratitude for the treat.”

Oda: “Heh. That’s cute.”

----

Oda: “Sorry for the disturbance.”

Shop Manager: “Welcome! Ah, Oda-san. And also Kiryu-san.”

Kiryu: “Long time no see, shop manager.”

Oda: “Shop manager, some ramen. Is that all right with you?”

Kiryu: “Yeah.”

Shop Manager: “On it!”

Oda: “It’s not a pretty shop, but it’s a shop that stood the test of time, isn’t it?”

Kiryu: “The shop’s appearance doesn’t matter as long as you can have something to eat.”

Oda: “Hm. Is that so.”

Shop Manager: “Yes, the ramen you waited for!”

Oda: “Shall we eat now?”

Kiryu: “. . . Yeah.”

Kiryu: “. . . !!”

Oda: “How is it? Did the taste quality go down?”

Kiryu: “No . . . it’s good. It’s been a while since I ate it, but it tastes the same as before.”

Oda: “Right? As far as I know, Hideya’s ramen is so delicious that it’s worth three 3 fingers in Kamurocho.”

Kiryu: “But then why aren’t there many customers?”

Shop Manager: “Ahaha, you sure can say it frankly.”

Kiryu: “Ah . . . , no . . .”

Shop Manager: “It’s okay. Because it’s true.”

Kiryu: “. . . I’m sorry.”

Oda: “So shop manager, is it true you want to close the shop and sell the land here?”

Shop Manager: “With only these many customers coming in . . . The cost of the ingredients wasted everyday is not a trivial matter . . .”

Oda: “Is that really okay?”

Shop Manager: “Certainly it’s painful that the smiles of the customers who ate our ramen can’t be seen anymore. . . . the time has come, I’m sure.”

Kiryu: “. . .”

Oda: “I understand . . . If you want to sell the land, please contact us. We will purchase it at a higher price than other companies.”

Shop Manager: “. . . Yeah. When that time comes, I will consult you.”

----

Kiryu: “Did we really go just to find out if you could buy Hideya’s land?”

Oda: “Who knows, Kiryu-kun. now listen up.”

Kiryu: “. . .”

Oda: “How about we start at the top? Did you know that the reason why customers don’t come to Hideya is not because of the taste?”

Kiryu: “Yeah. If it tastes like that, more customers should be coming in. There has to be other reasons why the customers don’t come.”

Oda: “Spot on.”

Kiryu: “What on earth is it? What is the real reason why Hideya doesn’t have customers?”

Oda: “Hideya has been receiving harassment. The Tojo Clan subsidiary, Moriguchi Family, wants to get their hands on the shop’s land.”

Kiryu: “What did you say?”

Oda: “To strengthen their claim, they have bad guys hanging out in front of the store . . . because of these guys, the regulars steer clear of Hideya. Still, the manager of Hideya manages to keep the shop open. Until that ramen shop, which is across the street . . .”

Kiryu: “Across the street? Is that the shop with a long line?”

Oda: “It’s a recently opened shop. That shop has been robbing Hideya of customers.”

Kiryu: “Is it really delicious?”

Oda: “Not at all. You can see at first glance that it’s of lesser quality. It’s not a taste that can compete with Hideya.”

Kiryu: “Then why do they get so many customers?”

Oda: “The ramen there is 100 yen per bowl.”

Kiryu: “100 yen?! Can they make it at such price?”

Oda: “That shop has no intention of making a profit from ramen.”

Kiryu: “. . . No way, is that ramen shop . . . ?”

Oda: “Yeah. No matter how much harassment they do, they won’t evict Hideya— so it’s a ramen shop run by the Moriguchi Family, started just to rob Hideya of customers. Attacking a small shop while backed up with abundant funds . . . it’s a dirty trick. But if you ask, they’ll just say the customers are satisfied with their low price. It’s a corporate effort. What they’re doing isn’t illegal or anything.”

Kiryu: “Cheaters.”

Oda: “I agree with you.”

Kiryu: “But is Tachibana Real Estate also aiming for that land? After all, you guys have the same goal.”

Oda: “Would you prefer being with those guys?”

Kiryu: “Is it any different?”

Oda: “Hasn’t it been mentioned before? It’s our president’s policy. Protecting the land of the Champion District.”

Kiryu: “I see . . . so how are you going to protect Hideya’s land?”

Oda: “First of all, we will hold a scratch event. Of course I’ll shoulder the full cost.”

Kiryu: “Scratch event?”

Oda: “Distribute scratchcard tickets to customers who order ramen. It’s an event where you might get a wonderful prize if you win. Customers will be enticed by the expensive prizes, and once they taste Hideya’s ramen, they’ll become regulars. If the regulars spread the word around, the customers will surely return to Hideya. That’s the aim.”

Kiryu: “I see. But I don’t understand.”

Oda: “Hm?”

Kiryu: “No matter Tachibana’s policy, does Tachibana Real Estate do things that aren’t profitable? Would it be profitable for the company to protect a crushed ramen shop?”

Oda: “The president says that blocking the interest of competitors is one of the good management strategies.”

Kiryu: “I don’t know how difficult that is, but okay. But there’s one more thing I don’t understand.”

Oda: “What?”

Kiryu: “You, Oda. Are you cooperating this time because you were told to by Tachibana?”

Oda: “Of course. I’m an employee of Tachibana Real Estate, aren’t I? That person’s words are absolute.”

Kiryu: “Then what about your true intentions? After all, you also want to grab Hideya’s land, right?”

Oda: “Well, if you shut down Hideya and turn it into a sex shop, you can expect quite the profit every month. But it’s a bit of a problem for me to not be able to eat Hideya’s ramen. After all, I’m a regular at that shop. I won’t be able to eat there twice a week and relax.”

Kiryu: “. . . Heh. That kind of reason is something I can trust. So when will you start the event?”

Oda: “Tomorrow. We should do it as soon as possible.”

Kiryu: “Got it. What should I do?”

Oda: “Take the scratchcard tickets from the office to Hideya. I’ll inform the shop manager about the campaign.”

----

Kiryu: “Shop manager. I brought the scratchcard tickets from Tachibana Real Estate office.”

Shop Manager: “Sorry, Kiryu-san. To do this for this place . . .”

Kiryu: “Don’t worry about it. Because I like this place too.”

Shop Manager: “. . .”

Kiryu: “What’s wrong? Your face looks gloomy.”

Shop Manager: “It’s my first time holding an event, I don’t know if it will work . . .”

Kiryu: “The event will just be a chance to get to know Hideya’s ramen. It’s like a bonus.”

Shop Manager: “. . . Yeah. I know that . . .”

Kiryu: “Have confidence. I’m sure everyone will accept Hideya’s ramen.”

Shop Manager: “. . . Understood. I’ll do my best!”

Kiryu: “Then I can take my leave?”

Shop Manager: “Yeah, leave it to me tomorrow!”

{The door closes behind Kiryu as he leaves.}

Shop Manager: “Alright, preparations are done. Do I have a little rest before tomorrow?”

{The door opens again.}

Moriguchi: “Oh, sorry for the disturbance.”

Shop Manager: “Y-You, Moriguchi-san?!”

Moriguchi: “Hideya-san, what kind of event are you doing? If it’s something to do with these scratchcards, you might as well give up, it’ll end all the same.”

Shop Manager: “I-It doesn’t matter to you.”

Moriguchi: “I want us to have a great relationship. It’s about time you rethink getting along with us. . . . Oh, do it.”

Yakuza: “Yes sir!”

{The sound of furniture breaking is heard as the yakuza swings around his sledgehammer.}

Shop Manager: “Wh-What are you doing?! St-Stop it!”

Moriguchi: “Joining hands with Tachibana Real Estate . . . it’s natural to feel hurt when you make light of yakuza.”

Shop Manager: “U-Uugh . . .”

Yakuza: “Boss, what do we do with these?”

Moriguchi: “Ah? Scratchcard tickets . . . It won’t be needed for a shop that will be shut down soon. Would you like to use it for a sideshow entertainment? It’ll make for a good prize.”

Shop Manager: “I-If you take that, the event will . . . !”

Moriguchi: “Shut up, fool!”

{Moriguchi punches the shop manager, causing him to collapse.}

Shop Manager: “Guh!”

Moriguchi: “To really go through all that unnecessary effort . . . Alright, let’s go.”

Yakuza: “Yes sir.”

{The door closes as the two yakuza leave.}

Shop Manager: “Damn it . . . damn it . . . !”

----

|Next morning.|

Kiryu: (It’s about time for the shop manager to be preparing to open. Maybe I can help with something.)

Kiryu: “Hm . . . ? Th-This is?!”

Oda: “Kiryu, you arrived!”

Kiryu: “What on earth happened? Hideya has been messed up.”

Oda: “It’s the Moriguchi Family. It seems they broke into Hideya last night. The shop has been messed up, and the shop’s earnings and scratchcard tickets have been taken away.”

Kiryu: “What did you say?! What about the shop manager?”

Oda: “Being treated at the hospital right now. It’s not a major injury since he only received a few hits. However, his heart is hurt . . .”

Kiryu: “. . .”

Oda: “For now, let’s clean up the shop. It may be time for business, but the event is . . .”

Kiryu: “. . . The event can be held as long as the scratchcards come back.”

Oda: “Where are you going? The Moriguchi Family?”

Kiryu: “Yeah. I know the location of the Moriguchi Family.”

Oda: “I’ll go too. This time even I’m pissed off.”

----

Oda: “Hello.”

Moriguchi: “If I’m not mistaken, ain’t you the fellows from Tachibana Real Estate? What’s this about?”

Kiryu: “We came to get the scratchcards back.”

Moriguchi: “Haw, you mean these scratchcards? Even though the shop is about to be crushed, you still have the insolence to think about events . . . But without these crucial tickets, the event won’t unfold, ain’t that right?”

Kiryu: “Return the tickets quietly. That way, I won’t have to do much to you.”

Moriguchi: “How are you two going to deal with this many people? It makes me laugh! I’m beating the fear of the yakuza into your body!”

Kiryu: “It’s easy to boast. Bring it on.”

Moriguchi: “Fine! Oi, you guys! Don’t hesitate! Do in this impertinent fool!”

-END-

EPILOGUE

Moriguchi: “Wh-What are these guys. Mo-Monsters?!”

Oda: “Isn’t calling us monsters a bit much?”

Moriguchi: “Eh? So-Sorry . . . !”

Kiryu: “Oi.”

Moriguchi: “Ye-Yes?”

Kiryu: “You’re not meddling with Hideya again, are you?”

Oda: “You understand exactly what will happen if you start, right?”

Moriguchi: “O-Of course! I-I will never do it again!”

----

Customer A: “Ramen and one drink.”

Shop Manager: “Yes!”

Customer B: “A large serving of Chashu Ramen!”

Shop Manager: “Yes! Please wait a moment!”

{The door opens.}

Kiryu: “Shop manager, is your body okay?”

Shop Manager: “Yeah, Kiryu-san! Thanks to you I’m full of life!”

Kiryu: “Hm, I see. The event seems to be going well.”

Shop Manager: “When was the last time the shop has been this busy? I really thank you!”

Kiryu: “That’s great. But now things are just getting started. After all, the reputation of Hideya’s ramen will echo throughout Kamurocho. You’ll be really busy starting tomorrow.”

Shop Manager: “Yeah. That’s what I desire!”

----

Oda: “Yo. How was it? How’s the shop manager?”

Kiryu: “Working happily. He gives his best regards.”

Oda: “That’s good.”

Kiryu: “Apparently you’re not the money-grubbers you seem to be.”

Oda: “Ha? What’s that? This matter is also business. Helping out Hideya will reduce the power of rival organizations. It would be profitable for Tachibana Real Estate in the long run.”

Kiryu: “. . . Heh. I see.”

Oda: “What’s that. Anyway, the job is done. Let’s eat. But it’s not my treat.”

Kiryu: “Yeah, I’ll go with you.”

-END-

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fools / gojo satoru / april 9th, 2021

“what do you—what do you mean by that?” satoru asks you, hoping that he didn’t hear you right.

by now, his head is empty and all he’s thinking about is your words, silently praying that if he did hear you correctly, you’ll smile right after, laugh, give him a hug and an apology with how you’re just kidding.

but with the way you look at him, it’s slowly starting to feel real.

(it is real.)

he’s slowly starting to get convinced you’re serious, and he despises it.

(he won’t accept it.)

(he doesn’t want to.)

(he has to.)

“satoru,” you call, hands in cold sweat folded on your torso, trying to stop yourself from shaking and breaking in front of him. “you know what i mean,” you say, in an as a matter of fact tone.

he does nothing but shake his head. at an attempt of comforting himself, he assumes that he’s just really tired and a little dizzy that he’s beginning to mix up your words. it’s late at night after all. he knows it’s pathetic of him, but he does it anyway.

you really can’t be serious about this, he thinks to himself.

“hey, hey, all of this is—” he stutters, shaking as he steps closer to you. “—all of this isn’t real, right? you’re just trying to get back at me for all the time i’ve teased you, aren’t you?”

he forces a smile, but it’s quick to go away when he sees nothing but honest eyes.

satoru thinks you look wonderful even if you’re tired. your face, illuminated by the white light above you, the bags under your eyes obvious.

(yeah, you’re still stunning.)

the warmth in your eyes are gone when he looks in them. looking at you makes him feel chilly. it’s probably the lighting. hopefully.

hopefully it is, because he doesn’t want to look at you and hurt.

with the way your eyes blink slowly, he’s sure you want to sleep. still, he doesn’t ask you to rest and talk this with you tomorrow because he knows you won’t let him. it was now or never.

nothing’s changed in him, and the same goes for you. you’re both the same people as you were years before, still running away from reality.

“we don’t have to make this any harder for us,” it’s hard trying to keep your hands to yourself with the way he’s so close to you, tightly gripping your arms, kiss his lids, the gloss in his eyes tempting you to take his face in your hands, and wipe them away like every other time he’s had too much on his shoulder that he breaks down and bursts in front of you.

“why?” he frowns, because the least you could do was tell him why you’ve come to this decision, so that he can be better for you.

he can try to be for the next time you’re back.

(if you will ever be back.)

he pleads, because he doesn’t want to lose you.

he can lose anything but you.

unable to look at him in the eye when all you see is them shining under the cold light of the lamp nearby, and not in a good way like four years ago, you close your eyes.

(it’s been so long.)

but even if you do, there’s no denying that the reality still lies in front of you, and that you have to deal with it. there’s no running away this time. it’s what led to this in the first place.

you coudn’t lie to him, and even if you could, that’d be too cruel for either of you. it’ll just end up on your list of things that keep you awake at night, and probably his too.

“we’re getting nowhere, satoru,” you sigh gloomily.

satoru’s always been one to fix problems fast, but that’s only with his job. there’s so much he’s confronted already, but he always finds himself hiding from and ignoring the ones with you.

it scares him—facing them—because his thoughts consume him and tell him that it’d lead to this. unfortunately, the other happens instead.

again, he feels pathetic.

“i’m asking you, what does that mean? do you—do you want to go somewhere? maybe you want to—”

“i want someone to grow with.”

his brows crease, eyes narrowing at you. “am i not someone you want to grow with?”

“satoru, no, that’s not what i meant,” you wince at his misunderstanding, “i just—i want to, you know. i want it to be you. so bad. but it’s not—we’re still in the same place we were back then.

"you’re still a child, and so am i. everyone’s moving on and we’re still at square one because—”

“who cares if we’re still at the start? this isn’t a race!” he retaliates, every single word carrying his frustrations he’s tried so hard not to burden you with.

“we can’t act like kids forever! we’re adults! you’re still in denial, and so am i!” you retort, having had enough of him. “we’re not improving or growing up!”

“so what if we’re not?” he fumed, flailing his hands in the air. “let them hate us! let them love us! who cares what they say? we have each other, don’t we?”

clenching your fist, it takes a whole lot of self-restraint not to punch his guts with how his words come out mindlessly. “‘we have each other’? are you hearing yourself? you’re not even here when i need you! but i am when you need me!

"and this isn’t about anyone else, so quit trying to drag other people into this! it’s not about a matter of being loved or hated, it’s about us actually getting somewhere and becoming better people!”

he scoffs, “oh, quit it with that righteousness stuff! it makes me sick! and you know why i’m not here when you need me? because i’m busy and you don’t even bother to tell me how you’re feeling! you make it like it’s some guessing game!”

“busy? made you guess?” you ask, incredulous. “you never paid attention to me in the first place! i’ve always reached out to you, but you’re always in your own world, arrogant and full of pride and forget that i’m even here! you don’t even ask about me at all either!”

“oh, so i’m arrogant and full of pride?” he points to himself in disbelief. “i never ask about how you feel? you don’t even tell me when i do ask! what’s the point of trying if there’s nothing i gain from it!”

“you’re unbelievable! and you– you– this is, this is what i mean! we’re still acting like children—you’re acting like a child!” you cry out, your throat feeling sore and scratchy from the yelling.

“there’s so much,” you take pauses in between your words, letting yourself breathe. “there’s so much more to us than what we are now, but we’re still the same because—” you stop midsentence, hesitant to say the words since it contains the truth and you two have always run away from that.

“because what?” his voice is much gentler and softer now, mellow and calm.

you swallow the lump in your throat. “because we’re scared.”

when he opens his mouth to talk, you’re already shaking your head no, exhausted and panting, despite being unaware of what he wants to ask before he even gets to make up his mind to find the right words for his questions and sentences.

don’t let him say anything.

just let him stay quiet and keep the peace.

maybe then you could both pretend that nothing’s happening. that there’s no problem at all.

so he lets the room wallow in silence.

he wraps both his arms around you, and rests his head on your chest.

your heartbeat rings his ear, and it’s still racing.

he feels his tears soak up your clothes before he even knows he’s sobbing.

satoru was insufferable himself, and so was seeing him cry. as a try at comforting him, your fingers run through his hair gently.

he’s always found it relaxing whenever you do that; it lulls him to sleep whenever he comes home restless, reminding him of the times you stayed awake until past midnight for him, telling him that there was good in this relationship.

but right now, it doesn’t help him calm down. he presses his face harder into your shoulder to muffle his cries yet they still resonate vaguely in the room, while a hand of his holds yours on his hair, steady and begging you not to remove it.

nothing about this was calming; the silence was only letting the tension build up, the stillness of the room stood as a reminder that there was no life to it already, and even more so by tomorrow.

the more that he thought of it—of how this was going to be the last time you’re ever going to do this—the more he feels himself going insane.

the night feels colder the deeper it gets, and you can’t let go even if you desperately want to.

it was presumably just the air conditioning. nonetheless, satoru doesn’t even feel warm to you at all. he doesn’t bring you the same relief as the beginning of this relationship of climactic events because satoru’s always been one to be big about things.

the sky in his eyes rain, pouring harder by the minute, pooling at your clothes and flooding on the floor.

if you stay longer, then you’re more likely to be convinced that you’ll be okay even if you’re going to be staying at the same place, regardless of how you’re conscious of the regret it’ll bring later. that as long as satoru’s here, then you’ll be okay, but you can’t be dependent on him.

how were you going to be, when even just a glimpse of him already feels so heavy?

“let go, please,” you whisper, only to feel his arms around you tighten. “gojo, let go of me.”

satoru has no idea how much damage he’s done until his name leaves your lips. what’s done is done, and no amount of regret will take it back.

he pauses, eyes widening at you, only to have them close again and shed even more tears.

“please, stay.”

he doesn’t care how desperate he seems, because he just doesn’t want to lose you.

he can lose anything but you.

but alas, your choices go against his wants, and he can’t always have what he wants.

it doesn’t seem like it to satoru, but he’s just as dependent on you as you were on him, and hopefully he learns that later on as you did yet kept to yourself way too long ago.

so he does as you say, because he’s doing what he wasn’t supposed to do: pull you back.

he caves in and presses your lips against him one last time, passionless and salty, a short sincere apology and wish that you find each other again.

the next day, he wakes up alone with sore eyes, a text on his phone.

geto suguru

how was the proposal?

#unedited #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk angst #gojo satoru x reader

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