#if id had to do this for 6 classes instead of just one i would have dropped out

[itstimeforstarwars]

Man I love missing the last 15 minutes of online class because my internet decided to take a shit. Truly what could be better than this. Surely there's nothing i need to learn in the last 25% of class.

[lovely-peace]

Solar eclipse

Summary: It's the first day of school and the reader is ashamed of what happened in front of the train. They try to avoid remus but that isn't easy when he knows them so much...

Warnings: self hatred, bad communication (might get angry at the reader), self doubt, (unrequited love???)

I don't really like the pacing in this one, but I don't know how to do better. Hope you enjoy <333

Masterlist Part 1 part 2 - - part 5

The next day the school hours already started. First I had history of magic with Mr. Binns. My luck.

In the last years I always sat next to lily, but when I went into the classroom she was already sitting next to mary. She gave me an apologetic look.

Sirius grinned at me and pointed to the seat next to Remus. For a moment, I just wanted to sit there. Otherwise I would have to sit next to someone I didn't know.

But then I noticed a boy with black hair and brown eyes, which were directed at mine. He pointed to the empty seat next to him and looked at me questioningly.

And then I remembered the kiss.

And I sat down next to Luis.

"Hey. Nice to see you again." he smiled at me and I expected a warmth to flood through me or to feel something that would remind me of magic, but nothing.

Nothing. I felt nothing at all.

"I hope it's not a problem for your friends that I'm sitting here, but I don't know anyone else," I said, but he looked at me questioningly.

"What about pretty-scar boy over there? I thought you guys knew each other well?" it took me some time to realize he was talking about Remus.

"It's... Complicated."

He chuckled at that. "Yeah, that's what it looked like."

A silence filled the atmosphere in response.

Then he added, "do you want to talk about it?"

I looked at him for a while and managed to smile at him.

"Maybe some other time. Now, after all, classes are starting. "

He looked at me for a long time in response and smiled back.

"If you say so."

~~~

After class, lunch was in the big hall. I ignored the piercing looks from my friends and went to the library.

It was quiet there. I was alone. I showed the woman my ID and browsed through the books.

Soon I was in a corner where I had never been before. After 6 years, I still didn't know all the corners here. My fingers glided over the books and I could literally feel the stories already.

But then I stopped at a certain title.

The Sun and the Moon.

"I thought I would meet you here." his warm voice would have frightened me if I didn't constantly long for him.

I felt Remus Warm presence behind me and I caught myself feeling warmth rising inside me. My thoughts drifted to the kiss and his lips on my forehead. How would they feel on my lips?

I hated myself for that.

I could literally feel his eyes on me, but I kept quiet and stared at the book in front of me.

After a while, he laughed softly.

"Do you know what kind of book this is?" he asked me, his voice sounding expectant.

I didn't want to show him that I remembered our first meeting, but I couldn't lie to him either. That's why I just nodded.

And then he put his hand on mine and pulled the book from the shelf with my hand.

His hand wrapped around mine so gently that I forgot to pull it back. I didn't want to pull it back, it felt so nice. His fingers stroked over mine.

I looked up and our eyes met. I wanted to sink into his eyes and never come out. Just disappear.

I shook myself out of my stupor and pulled my hands away. I cleared my throat.

"You never told me what it was about, though."

For a few seconds, he just looked at me. He looked disappointed.

"It's a love story. I used to be ashamed to explain it to this nice girl, that asked me. What if she thought I was embarrassing? What if she would have ignored me then, too?"

He looked at me, waiting.

"I wouldn't have ignored you."

"And yet you do now."

I looked away. "That's different."

He didn't reply to that. Instead, he turned his attention to the book.

"It's about the sun falling in love with the moon. She confesses her love to the moon, but the moon does not respond. He doesn't want to hurt the sun because he thinks they can never be together. So the sun tries to forget her love and froze her heart. "

"A tragic story." I said, looking at the cover of the book where the sun and the moon were dancing around each other. But they never seemed to get close enough.

Remus looked at me for a long time.

"Mmm..."

I couldn't look at him. He was so close. Why was he so close?

Suddenly, his hand lifted my face so that I was looking at him.

"Sunny, do you hate me?"

His eyes looked at me desperately. As if hypnotized, I shook my head.

At that, he laughed bitterly. I didn't like that tone.

"You seem to be going out of your way to punish me."

I frowned in confusion. Punish him? I only wanted to protect myself.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my heart pounding.

His fingers slid over my lips.

"I mean that you're demonstratively sitting down next to this boy you've known for a few hours instead of me. I mean that you ignore me and run away from me like I'm the devil himself."

I turned my face away to escape his hands.

"You exposed me to the crowd."

His hands tightened.

"It was a kiss. To the forehead. Nothing to run away from."

His words burned into me like acid. He saw it all as nothing special. Nothing big.

"I should go." I needed to get out of here. Now. I hate myself, why, why, why

"And now you're running away from me again. Just talk to me!" his voice echoed in my head. He was desperate.

I was almost at the door when I heard something else from him.

"I'm sorry."

~~~

I ran away. To my room. Hiding under my covers, I waited for something. Something to happen. For my courage to talk to remus. But he did not come.

Later lily and mary came in. They were both quiet and I thought they thought I was asleep until Lily said something.

"Sunny, we talked to Sirius, Peter and James."

That got me out of my bed.

"What?!" I looked at the two of them waiting. "About what?"

Mary slowly shook her head and raised her hands.

"We just think we should spend more time together. In general. As a group."

I looked around between the two of them. "What does that mean?" I inquired.

"That we go to hogsmeade together every weekend. Lily, james, sirius, peter you, me and," she stopped for a moment. "Remus of course," I added.

She nodded.

I looked to lily. "And you're okay with that? I thought you and James had a conflict?"

She looked down. "I think the whole thing is a great idea, actually. And about James… I'm still pissed, yeah, but I'd be willing to go along with it anyway."

The question was like explosives in the air. Would you be willing?

I lay down on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

"Okay. " I finally said and closed my eyes.

What a first day.

And the moon approached the sun, hoping to catch its light, but the sun was not yet ready to turn toward the moon.

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30 Day Writing Challenge - Day 6

Write about a blackout (from this list) ➸ totally cheating once again and using this as a one-word prompt instead of probably how it was intended??? oh well. have some canon-verse angst and I’m sorry…

“Do you want to know the stupidest part?”

Foggy looks over at Matt, who’s hunched over his drink like someone might steal it from him. Then again, the fake IDs that got them into this bar were honestly not the highest quality, so it’s not an entirely baseless fear.

“Granted you’ve told me like three details total about what happened between you and Elektra, I will take any additional information you want to divulge, stupid or otherwise.”

Matt blinks at him with hollow eyes. “You just said a lot of words to me.”

Foggy sighs. “What’s the stupidest part, Matt?”

“I thought—it’s just—you’re going to think I’m a moron.”

“I won’t,” Foggy says, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze. “I think you’re extremely smart, buddy. You might be the smartest person I know, okay? Just tell me. I promise I won’t judge.”

Matt looks so utterly fragile and lost in that moment that Foggy honestly doesn’t want to hear what’s going to come out of his mouth next, because he just knows it will break his heart. It’s been hard seeing Matt in such bad shape and to know almost nothing about what happened between him and his girlfriend after he’d disappeared with her for two weeks. Foggy had been a wreck about it, beside himself with worry and yet without a legitimate reason to excuse himself from classes and responsibilities, so he’d walked around for those two weeks like a shell, keeping up appearances, until Matt came back. His relief at his reappearance was quickly replaced by a new kind of worry, when he saw how miserable and unstable Matt was in the wake of…whatever happened. Matt still couldn’t be induced by any means to give Foggy a straight answer on that count.

“I thought I was going to marry her,” Matt says, quietly. If Foggy hadn’t been actively trying to hear him, that statement would have been lost to the noise of the bar.

“That’s not stupid at all,” Foggy says, allowing the hand on Matt’s shoulder to slip over to rub his back between his shoulder blades.

“I thought she was my soulmate,” Matt adds, with some vitriol, in the direction of his drink, like he wants to spit the words in there to drown them.

“She wasn’t,” Foggy replies, firmly, because it seems like the right thing to say up until Matt’s face crumples.

“I think she was,” he says, miserably, as he buries his face in his hands. “I think she was and she left anyway and that’s it for me.”

“I don’t—hey, listen, Matt,” Foggy says, shifting his chair over so he can wrap his arms around Matt’s shoulders completely. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I said she—I didn’t know her that well. Maybe she was your soulmate. I don’t know! I’m not convinced that’s anything but a nice story we like to tell ourselves to make life more bearable or to impose meaning on random events.”

“This pep talk sucks,” Matt says, in the vicinity of Foggy’s collar. Foggy can feel his breath on his neck and it’s weird but not enough to get him to move away.

“Sorry. What I mean to say is, if soulmates are real, and Elektra was yours, then it’s not over yet. Maybe you’ll meet again someday.”

“I hope not,” Matt says, darkly.

Foggy resists the urge to roll his eyes at yet another vague but still concerning allusion to this terrible breakup. He’s trying to be sympathetic but Matt’s whole Catholic guilt lone wolf shit does test him sometimes, if he’s being honest. Still, one look at Matt’s pale, sorrowful face in the neon lights of this dive bar is enough to remind Foggy what they’re doing here.

“I think it’s much more likely that, if we have soulmates at all, we probably get more than one,” Foggy continues, hoping that if he just muses vaguely enough, he’ll stumble on something that makes Matt feel better. “So, you’ll get another chance to—”

“You mean like you and me?” Matt asks, and Foggy’s brain does a full factory reset as he tries to parse that question. He can’t possibly mean…

“Oh, like—yeah, you and me and, well, everybody could have more than one soulmate. Exactly.”

“No, that’s not—” Matt shakes his head, which, given his current position, is functionally just nuzzling his face into Foggy’s neck. “I mean, how you and me are soulmates. Kind of.”

“You and me?” Foggy asks, casually despite not feeling casual at all. “You think so?”

“You’re—yeah. I mean, you’re basically—you’re family to me but…also more than that. If that makes sense.”

It doesn’t and Foggy’s been holding himself back from drinking too much tonight because he wants to be able to get Matt home safely, but he does feel like he might throw up on this table right now. He tucked away the part of him that found Matt attractive somewhere deep and secret and well-fortified in his soul a long time ago, in the interest of not fucking things up with his best friend in the entire world, and he certainly can’t trust anything Matt says now when he’s drunk and lonely and heartbroken. But he’s never loved anyone as completely as he loves Matt and it’s such a pathetic, hopeless situation that he doesn’t let himself think about it except on really special occasions when he wants to feel bad.

“I’m not sure anybody has ever loved me as much as you do,” Matt says, like it’s not a crazy thing to say, here in a shitty bar near campus, after a breakup with his girlfriend, to someone he’s never even kissed.

“I doubt that,” Foggy says, even as he, selfishly, wants to claim it, even as he knows it to be true. “You’re very lovable.”

“We should get married.”

Foggy laughs, because what else can he do, under the circumstances. “Now? It’s pretty late. The courthouse won’t even be open.”

“No, I mean, we should get married someday,” Matt says, petulant like Foggy’s the one being ridiculous here for not following his thought process. “When we’re older. If we haven’t met anybody else.”

That last condition is enough to break Foggy’s heart all over again, but he does an admirable job hiding it, he thinks. Matt’s drunk and very distracted, and more importantly doesn’t know anything about how Foggy feels, really, despite his proclamations on the subject a moment ago, so it feels safe to assume he won’t notice any signs of disappointment or hurt in this split second before Foggy swallows those feelings and pretends to be his usual upbeat self. That’s who Matt really needs right now, and so that’s who he’ll be.

“How much older?” Foggy asks.

“Old,” Matt says. “Like, thirty.”

“Okay,” Foggy nods, already able to find this funny. Matt won’t still be single by the time they’re both thirty. He’ll be married by the time they graduate law school, most likely, so it won’t be an issue. Foggy doesn’t like to think about it, but he knows it’s true.

“You’ll do it?”

“Maybe,” Foggy says. “Ask me again when you’re not blackout drunk.”

“I’m fine,” Matt objects. “I’m not blackout. Not even close.”

“Then we can pick this conversation up in the morning, no problem!”

Matt nods, drunkenly. “Absolutely.”

Matt doesn’t bring it up in the morning, of course. Foggy never really expected he would, either, and doesn’t permit himself to be disappointed about it, no matter how much he would like to.

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Love Song for a Vampire Pt.20

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan Warnings: none Words: 3348 Summary: You meet Carmen and Eleazor. Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35  Part 36  Part 37  Part 38  Part 39

Your summer school homework was the bane of your existence, tapping your pencil incessantly against your bottom lip as you stared at the jumble of letters and numbers. Whose idea was it to put letters in math anyway? Perhaps you would have known had you paid more attention in your classes instead of falling asleep or thinking of your wolf life. A life no one else in your class was aware of.

There was a small school on the La Push reservation that must have had the smallest classes in the state. Only a hand few of other students attended. A smaller class should have been better for your scholastic life right? Not when you part-timed as a wolf at night. Such an essential part to both the safety of La Push and Forks yet no one else was to know except for your fellow school going pack members who found lessons to be just as tedious. Well, excluding Quil. None of you knew how he did it, but he had passed all of his classes with a strong C across the board. You refused to accept that Quil, the same kid who used to eat sand when he was younger, was actually smarter than you.

Rubbing your fingers against your forehead, you lean back in your chair and close your eyes if just for a moment. Your body ached to run. To shed your useless human skin and take the powerful form of your wolf. Unfortunately your mom and dad had put their foot down on you at least finishing one homework assignment before you left to gallivant with the rest of your pack. By all means it was fair, but that was of little consolation now that you were faced with actually doing the work. You could take down newborn vampires but math was another battle that you were ill-equipped to handle.

You were all too eager to answer your phone when it started to ring. The caller ID had every cell in your body leaping for joy. Edward was calling. How long had it been since you heard his voice? 

Feeling guilty at how excited you were at the prospect of talking to him, you squash down those damnable butterfly flutters and pick up your phone. Did Bella tell him of the lunch you two spent together? It didn’t seem like they were speaking with one another. 

With great trepidation and elation, you press your thumb on the green answer button.

**

Rude to stare at people, you were unable to prevent your eyes from gawking at the two new vampires that stood before you. Their gold eyes told you have the identical vegetarian lifestyle that the Cullens had.

“Carmen, Eleazor, this is (y/n).” Edward introduces you with a hint of pride that you caught onto quickly. You needed to act cool. Show them that his presence didn’t affect you as much as it actually did. If they were close to Edward, he must have told them everything including that you had essentially deemed him to be your soulmate. “(Y/n), these are two members of the Denali coven. Eleazor used to be in the Volturi a long time ago. They wanted to meet both you and Bella. Get acquainted with you if we are to fight alongside each other in the future.”

So it was certain then, another battle loomed in the distance. Whether it happens a week from now or a month, Edward was already preparing for when the Volturi discovered that Bella had changed her mind about becoming a vampire and would remain human. You would have to fight for her safety once again. This time though it was different. Like you understood her better. Not that you ever resented her.

After your only real interaction with her though, you came to the conclusion that she was a good person who didn’t want any of this chaos either. In fact it seemed she resented herself a little bit for not being able to protect herself, let alone being able to protect Edward.

During your time in that diner, Bella had told you in detail what had happened in Italy when she first encountered the Volturi. All about why Edward went there in the first place and the underlying cruelty that lay underneath their put together facade. They were vampires that didn’t believe in drinking animal blood. Preferring the richness of that blood that flowed through humans instead.

She had been unable to protect him from a certain Volturi member’s power that caused invisible pain to grip its victim. Surprisingly though it hadn’t done anything to her. Bella seemed immune to this Jane’s power.

Pulling your lips into an easy grin, you held out your hand to the both of them. “Nice to meet you. It’s refreshing to meet a vampire that isn’t trying to kill me.”

Both Carmen and Eleazor smile at your little joke. Carmen shakes your hand first, her palm and fingers are like ice as they press against your warm hand. She didn’t recoil from your wolf scent, showed no sign like some of the other Cullen members had displayed when you first met them.

“This is the first time either of us have met anyone like you. Our world never ceases to amaze me. I wonder what other creatures could be thriving among us.” Eleazor comments after taking his turn to shake your hand.

That twisted face of Xiomara was like an incessant phantom in the back of your mind. Rearing it’s head up every so often to remind you of what real monsters existed. Monsters that shouldn’t be real and should stay in fairytales.

“I’m sure my alpha will want to meet the two of you as well. Show you the proof of our alliances with the Cullens.” Sam would be interested once you told him. A safe idea for you to come meet the new vampires first as you now seemed to be some sort of ambassador between the wolves and vampires. “How long will the two of you be staying here?”

“As long as it takes for us to come up with a decision and proposition for the other members of our coven.” Carmen sighs. “Three of them are still not so sure. Especially about working with your kind.”

Yeah, some members would have a problem with accepting two more so soon. Many were finally warming up to the members of the Cullen family. This new camaraderie was delicate. New and uncertain.

“We’re hoping this visit will make them come around.” Says Edward. “Depending on what Carmen and Eleazor say. They will respect their words far more than mine.”

“Not by any default of your’s.” Eleazor reassures Edward. The other three members decision was nothing of the personal nature against Edward, but surely he would be biased.

“Irina will be the real issue.” Honey gold eyes glance at you. “A male she was very interested in was killed by one of your kind.”

Wincing, you remembered the incident. The panic that had ensued because that vampire had tried to attack Bella in the woods of wolf territory. The Denali couple wave off your change in facial features, wanting you not to worry about it.

Carmen proceeds “It was a fairly new romance. We hadn’t known him for too long. Regardless, Irina feels jilted.”

You wanted to proceed carefully, choose your words with the utmost care. To not offend these newcomers since you didn't know how volatile they could be. A reassuring nod from Edward gave you the courage to speak up. "It was a regrettable action but we did what we were sworn to do: to protect the defenseless humans of Forks. That is all my pack wants, what we were made for." Compared to these immortal beings, you must have been but an infant. Hell, you hadn't even been anywhere outside of Washington before. Experiencing little of what the world had to offer you.

Both observe you with those once eerie gold eyes that you had grown so comfortable around. As if gauging your character, your inner soul. Would they deem you worthy to fight alongside with? You hoped you weren't setting a bad example for your pack. Maybe someone else should have been called rather than you. You were young and so inexperienced with giving empowering speeches. You felt so small compared to the other members. Paul or Jared were old enough to be delegates too, although a lot more short tempered than you.

The first one to break the quiet was Carmen who offered you a soft smile. "Well, I hope the others of your ilk are well mannered like you."

"Unfortunately, well mannered wolves are in short supply." You comment with a bit of a teasing lilt in your voice to inspire Carmen's smile to widen. Enough to make your body sag with relief. These were potential allies. Allies who, while they can be serious, also have a gentle side to them. Gentle and friendly. Just like the Cullens. Hope that the rest of your pack would warm up to them bloomed inside of you and you catch Edward's eyes on you. You shoot him a success filled smile. You would have a good report to give to the others.

***

When (y/n) bid farewell, promising of Sam getting into contact with them later that day, the three vampires lounge around in the living room. Everyone felt more relieved after the introduction. (y/n) had that effect on people: making them feel at ease.

"So. . . That's the wolf girl who. . . what was the word. . . imprinted on you?" Carmen asked Edward with a sly grin that made the corners of her lips curl in an impish way.

Thankfully his perpetual pale pallor prevented him from blushing. "Yes. (y/n)."

She knew she hit home with her comment as she witnessed Edward shift a little bit in his seat. "I like her. She's a cute little thing. The smell, I'm sure, I will get used to in time. It's very. . ."

"Earthy." Edward says before she was even able to finish. That's what he smelled anyway whenever he was around her. Earth and life itself.

"Is she aware of the attraction you feel toward her?" Eleazor speaks up.

He forgot how observant these two were. Of course his attentiveness toward (y/n) revealed it's true meaning to them. Indeed he himself couldn't ignore how excited he had been to see her and that (y/n) seemed like she was doing well. The dark circles under her eyes had lessened and she seemed. . . happy.

Longing was evident on both ends. So close they were but they consciously put a safe distance between themselves. That invisible wall known as Bella. She had broken things off with Edward yet neither of the fated pair were willing to take that first step to be together. Still respective of the fresh breakup and the love Edward still had for the human girl because each knew that he was willing to wage another battle, possibly a war, to protect her.

Edward couldn't think of a proper reply. Did (y/n) know? Could she smell a difference in Edward's scent whenever they were together? He didn't think so.

Putting a hand on her mate's shoulder, Carmen shook her head as if to say that the topic should be dropped for a later time. "And when can we meet Ms. Swan?"

Grateful for the change, Edward relaxed his back against the cushions. "That one will be a little bit more tricky. At the moment, none of my family are allowed to speak to her. We'd have to go through her father. He's the local police chief. After all that happened, he wants us to keep our distance."

Eleazor raised a brow. "He knows the truth?"

"All of it. Including the truth about the wolves." Edward nods.

The Volturi would not be happy that a second human knew of the secret existence of vampires. That would cause even more problems if it were to get back to them in Italy.

"I'm hoping," Edward starts "that once the wolves give their okay, Charlie will ease up a bit to at least let the two of you meet her. I'm sure Bella would like to meet the two of you as well. She hasn't really met a lot of vampires like us. Most of them have tried to kill her."

Charlie didn't keep it a secret that he preferred the wolves over the Cullens. At least they were still semi-human. And he had always been on friendly terms with Billy, Jacob's father. Something that had previously irked Edward when he had been dating Bella. It was obvious that Charlie wanted Bella to be with Jacob. That probably hadn't changed. Must have been enhanced since learning the truth of everyone. If Bella chose Jacob, then she could keep her humanity and not become a monster to be with him.

(y/n) also had Charlie's favor since she had saved him not too long ago from one of Victoria's stray newborns. Defended him without a second thought nor had she been worried of the repercussions of him learning the Quileute tribe's secret. Selfless, she had only been concerned about Charlie's safety and went up to bat for him in a heartbeat. Another attribute of the wolf girl that made Edward admire her so much. At a young mortal age, (y/n) owned the heart of someone leagues older than her. That was what drew Edward in, like a vacuum her genuine heart pulled him in and kept him there. With each interaction he had with her, the further Edward was pulled into her orbit. He wanted to stay there. Never had he felt so comfortable, so carefree. If he could dream, they would be filled with images of the lush woods with he and (y/n) spending endless hours together. If he could capture her scent in a bottle, he would. Bella may have been his singer, her blood so opulent and alluring that anyone of his kind would want to taste her, but it was (y/n)'s essence that made him feel human again. Made him feel alive.

Catching that Edward was getting lost in his own thoughts, Eleazor quietly cleared his throat to bring Edward back to their conversation. Embarrassed, Edward tucked away his musings for when he would later be alone. "I think (y/n) can convince her pack mates to meet you. Even without their consent, I'm sure she can go to Charlie and convince him too to let Bella meet you."

“You hold a lot of faith in (y/n).” Eleazor couldn’t resist the tease. Chuckling at her mate’s antics, Carmen playfully elbows him in the side. Also a slight warning to not tease Edward too much.

“She deserves my faith.” Edward told them with a whisper of softness in his eyes. Was this his fate in life? To be drawn to women that he shouldn’t be. First a human then a wolf. It would have been easier had he been attracted to Tanya. Even Rosalie when Carlisle first brought her as a potential partner for Edward. None of them had been able to bring forth such feelings within Edward though. Only Bella and (y/n) had sparked such affections in him.

**

“That’s what that strange scent was.” Jared murmurs to Paul after you told Sam of the Cullens’ two guests. They had already been in the area when you arrived at Sam’s. He called them in from the woods where they had been patrolling.

Arms folded across his chest, Sam mulls over what you had divulged about Carmen and Eleazor. More vegetarian vampires. Even had the gold tinted eyes.

“They seem like good people. Er- good vampires.” You had to correct yourself. “I didn’t sense any sort of hostility coming from them. Even when Laurent popped up in the conversation.”

It was still debated who exactly had killed Laurent when he trespassed on Quileute territory. You hadn’t been there when it happened. Only the older members of the pack had been in attendance in the forest that day. Perhaps fortunate for the younger members would not have had much experience.

“They want to meet the rest of the pack. And Bella.” Sam reiterates back to you what you had finished on.

Three pairs of eyes land on you. Trying not to feel intimidated in front of them, you straighten your back a little to feel more confident. “I think it’s natural that they want to meet everyone involved. How can we ask them to help us if they don’t really know us? We’re strangers to them. They won’t be willing to risk their lives against the Volturi, even if they are long time friends with the Cullens.” You look to Sam in particular. “For what it’s worth, I would be honored to calm them my comrades.”

A cool, impassive statue is Sam’s face until he pushes of the wall of his living room and goes over to pat your head. Confused, you, Jared and Paul watch Sam wordlessly step out of his house with a soft click of the door.

Mouth open, you direct your questioning over to Paul who was the one sitting closest to you. But he was just smiling. “What’s going on? Am I missing something?”

“Of course you are, (y/n).” Jared crows with a tilt of his head. “Couldn’t you tell?”

“Tell what?” They were beginning to annoy you with their aloofness.

Paul shakes his head. “He’s proud of you. You’ve really stepped up. Madam Ambassador.”

Jared confesses “I’m a bit jealous! And here I thought I would be considered to be his second in command.”

“Well her wolf is bigger than both of our’s. Almost the size of Sam’s.” Argued Paul as he smiles at the even more perplexed expression you had. “He takes what you think into consideration. Sam trusts you and your judgement.”

Your face heats up and you look anywhere but at them. “You guys-“

The front door opens once again and it’s Sam returning from wherever he had been. “Make some room. I’ve called another pack meeting.”

Your trio groans. And here you thought the tedious pack meetings were all but over after Victoria.

Tomorrow, everyone would meet at the borderline, meeting in the middle of their neighboring domains. A familiar grip of anxiety twisted inside of you. Thinking of another battle both terrified and. . . And thrilled you. Your wolf raged in delight of the idea. Snapping more vampire necks. So easy you had done it with your strong jaws. Your heart raced at the memories.

Violence you had never known before. . .

Puffing out a sigh into the night, you walk the quiet road by yourself back to your house. Out here there were no street lights to guide you home. That was okay. Even before you had phased, you had never been afraid to walk alone in the dark.You had always felt safe with the stars as your guardians.

Nights in La Push were beautiful and you enjoyed the solitary walk home. Gentle and caressing, a small gust of wind curls around your arms and tickles at your hair. Odd though, in that breeze you picked up the pungent scent of cinnamon and other spices that tickled your sensitive nose.

Then you heard it. Feet scuffling against the dirt behind you.

Jerking around, a cloaked figure of a woman is standing behind you. “Your blood led me here.” She rips off her hood and you see her face. Young, but not as young as you were, her green eyes contrast greatly with her tanned skin. “Found it in my sister’s home. Along with the corpse of that damn lechuza.”

Every muscle in your body was taut and ready to explode into your fur. “What do you want?”

“I am Letizia’s sister, Evita. She was killed by the lechuza, that abomination with a face of an owl.” Evita stops a few feet away from you. “I came to thank you.”

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[fantasyfantasygames]

HellBlaster

HellBlaster, Black Dog Games, 2009

HellBlaster is a blasphemous game of Satan worship and demon-summoning that will scare your parents and make your pastor faint. It is Totally Metal and evil as fuck. At least, that's what it tells you.

HellBlaster combines some generic devil imagery, LaVeyan Satanism, the games of id software, the more notorious parts of AD&D1e, and a big dose of Judas Priest and Manowar lyrics. Your characters "fight evil with evil". Examples given include burning down a house to kill a serial killer, and summoning a demon just to murder it. There are no real sample scenarios or "here's how you get your band together", it's just assumed that you're all there to kick Satan's ass in the name of Satan or something.

It's class-and-level-based, uses exclusively 6-sided dice, and has stats and skills that are both on the 3-18 range. Stats are Might, Speed, Power, Wisdom, and Cool. Classes include the Demon Summoner, Face Eater, Pyro, and Doom Reaper. Spells and level-based abilities are almost entirely focused around the game's janky combat, and the rules are too. To their credit they slimmed down the rules compared to AD&D1e - no weapon speed factors or encumbrance - but you roll both attack and defense, you roll both damage and damage reduction from armor, you roll both psychic power and magic resistance, etc. It all has twice as many rolls as it needs while still lacking any real tactics. It has detailed critical hits. Explicitly detailed.

The art is... um... evocative of its subject matter. I can't say it's badly drawn, but I can say that I would rather not look at a lot of it. I do like that the interior uses a 2-color process: white paper, black text, day-glow green accenting. It's reminiscent of the green used in DC Comics' Underworld Unleashed crossover, where they had a normal 4-color process but also this really vibrant, fluorescent green.

The spells are described at length. Each one of them is at least half a page, so there are only maybe 80, but you'll know exactly what your character is writing, chanting, and burning while they cast. There are no in-the-moment combat spells; instead you sacrifice something earlier in the day so that you can throw fireballs or call a Razor Demon later on. Everyone gets magic. Some classes are better at it than others, both in terms of power level and breadth. Balance seems ok.

I had a real hard time figuring out whether this game is in on the joke. I knew a fair number of people back in the day who were semi-serious about evil-metal-satan stuff and who would now find this book hilarious, but the book itself has no feeling of tongue-in-cheek. It's all delivered as if it were completely serious about getting you, the reader, into someone's misguided idea of the occult. I'm still not honestly sure how self-aware the book or its author are. I guess it's up to your play group to decide whether you can keep a straight face while having your black-leather-clad Exotormentor cast Devil Scream at a slasher with a demonic conjoined twin.

HellBlaster has two supplements. Devastation of the Lamb is a scenario, and Damnation Highway is a more-demons-and-spells book. If you're looking for any of them, luckily this was published well after the Satanic Panic. A lot of Black Dog Games' work is out of print, but this had a reprint recently enough that you can probably find copies around.

[milkywaygg]

Confidential Affairs Chapter 5

Interpretations of Mama and Papa Cosmo belong to @eripops. Enjoy!

The next morning, Jules was disappointed to find no Euphemia lying next to him in bed. Rubbing his eyes and putting on his rectangular reading glasses on, he looked at the alarm clock next to her side of the bed which read 6:30 ; a little over an hour earlier than she normally left for work. Worried, he grabbed him phone from his nightstand and opened Euphemia’s contact information.

Where’d you go? You don’t usually leave this early.

Instead of the usual, nearly immediate response however, Jules did not receive an answer right away, but did notice the texting bubble appear and disappear at a somewhat quick rate. After a few minutes of this pattern, Jules sighed, sending her another message.

All I want to know is where you went….

Sorry! Got caught up at work! Will probably be home a bit later this afternoon. Have a good day, sweetheart.

Frowning and rolling his eyes, Jules decided that he might as well get up and get ready himself, seeing as his thoughts would keep him up the rest of the day. Pulling his usual green polo sweater and black pants outfit and placing it on the bed, he took off his pajamas and took his sweet time lathering in rose-scented bubbles and lavender soap, thinking about how Euphemia had been acting ever since she had gotten back from her parents.

She has had fights with them before, hadn’t she? So, why was she acting so different? Why was she so nervous to even go near him? Did he do something wrong? Combing his seaweed green hair and buckling his brown belt, he decided to check the mail before making himself breakfast, seeing as the mail usually ran early on Tuesdays and if Jules didn’t check it now, he’d forget until some of the bills were past due. Taking the envelopes out of the mailbox, he flipped lazily through the huge pile; pretty much all of them having Euphemia’s name on it, until Jules finally landed on the last few letters, with bold, crimson letters that said OVERDUE on the envelope.

What in the world was going on? Euphemia was always on top of the bills! Ever since moving from high-class to lower middle class after their engagement, Euphemia absolutely HATED incurring late fees, because she often could barely afford to pay the bill in full, and she DESPIESD asking Jules for financial help, because he would hear often about how “worthless of a wife I would be if I made you pay for things”; that mentality Jules could never fully understand.

Maybe it was just how she was raised, but the one thing Jules didn’t care for in Euphemia was her tendency to micromanage him. It was like he was this fragile doll that she was afraid could break any minute or a child that could get lost if she’s not within sight. Jules was not a confrontational or bold and confident person by any means, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t take care of himself. If only Euphemia could understand that..

Jules felt himself jerk as he dropped the envelops onto the coffee table, his phone vibrating in his pants pocket. Taking it out expecting it to be Euphemia, his eyebrows raised when the Called ID read Mama <3 instead.

“Hi Mama!”

“Jules! How are you? How’s my little man?”

“I’m alright Mama. How are you?”

“I’m fine baby. Well, I’m calling to see if you’d like to visit your Father and I for lunch later on today! We’ve got a wonderful surprise we wanted to show you, and we’d love it if you brought Euphemia along. I think you’re going to absolutely love it. Oh wait, you’re not working today, are you?”

“No, I’ve got the day off.”, Jules said, smiling, “I’ll be there, but Euphemia has to work. Um…actually lunch would be perfect. I need some advice regarding well..her haha.”

“Oh no, is everything ok?”

“I think so, except, she’s been acting super weird lately. I-I don’t know Mama. It’s complicated and I’ve got too much to tell you over the phone. How’s 11 sound?”

“11 sounds perfect! We’ll see you then!”

The later morning seemed almost to be too perfect of a day for Jules to go see his parents. The skies shined in its typical, cloudy lilac and pink fashion, and the warm wind and fresh air made Jules temporarily forget his troubles with Euphemia. Unable to teleport himself, he opted to take the bus and watched as the streets and buildings went from polished and business -like to more akin to a village and small down. Instead of large supermarkets and shopping centers, most of the stores were small mom and pop shops that sold organic goods and handmade clothes, and there was often more emphasis on family rather than profit.

It was such a nice change of pace. The air went from riddled with magical pollution to smelling somewhat fresh and clean and the streets were less crowded with trash and people teleporting from place to place. After getting off the bus stop, Jules took the scenic route towards this parents’ cottage, the same house he grew up in, and allowed the peaceful walk to clear his wind, making him feel less tense than earlier that morning.

“Jules! There’s my boy!”, Cecilia, his mother, a tall woman with straight, orange hair and round glasses hugged him. His father Gonzo, whom Jules took a great deal of appearance after, smiled in the background as he set the table. Jules smiled back before taking note of the table, decked out with white plastic plates, forks, and knives. Plastic plates instead of paper? Must be a special occasion.

“I see you’ve got the good plates out. Are we having company?”, Jules asked as his mother let him in, now noticing the squeaking that came from the ceiling fan as it spun around and around.

“You’re the company, silly billy. It’s just…it’s been so long. It’s been awfully quiet around here ever since you moved in with that Cosma girl. We’ve missed having you around to give us bug-infested flowers and daffodils, haven’t we Gonzo?”

“Well…we could have done without all those blasted ants.”, Gonzo chuckled, placing a large pot in the center of the table, alongside a basket on grilled cheese sandwiches, “Figured you’d be ok with some sandwiches and tomato soup. Brings you back a few centuries, eh?”

“Sure does.”, Jules smiled warmly as he took his seat, helping himself to several grilled cheeses, dipping them in his soup gently. “So, what’s the surprise you wanted to show me?”

“We’ll show you after we eat, son.”, Gonzo said, taking a bit of his lunch, “I’m surprised you didn’t bring the girlfriend over.”

“Yeah well..”, Jules’ previously lighthearted tone sighed, “She’s been acting kinda weird lately, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Well two things.”, Jules’s smiled returned. He held out his right hand, where a silver flower with an emerald in the middle lied down on his ring fingers. Cecilia let out a gasp as Gonzo looked up at this son. After a moment, Jules took his hand back and stood up, rubbing his hands at his stomach, Gonzo gasping alongside his wife.

“We’re gonna be grandparents?”, Gonzo asked, trying to catch his breath, “AND you’re getting married? Son, that’s wonderful!”

“Oh, we have just the perfect place to hold you wedding!”, Cecilia cheered, noticing Jules’ less than thrilled expression, “Are you ok? Aren’t you excited?”

“Of course I’m excited. Euphemia is the love of my life and I’m very lucky she’s a part of my life. It’s just..”, Jules’ worried tone returned, “I don’t know. I have the odd feeling in the pit of my stomach that she’s hiding something from me.”

“Maybe she’s just stressed out.”, Cecilia suggested, “Having your first child AND a wedding to plan sounds like a lot of work.”

“I guess so, but lately, I..I don’t know. I-I don’t mean to come in with all this drama.”

“Well, you’ve always been the hot-headed one out of the three of us. We’re pretty much used to it.”, Cecilia chuckled, shrugging her shoulders.

“I know…I think my main issue is that lately, she’s been acting like I can’t take care of myself. I mean, I’m not that far along, and this morning, I found out that some of the bills were overdue and she didn’t even tell me!”

“Maybe she just wants to keep you from stressing out so much”

“Yeah well, she’s not doing a very good job for that. I know she doesn’t want me to worry, but I don’t know. I just can’t help myself.”, Jules said, finishing the last of his lunch, “I know she has good intentions but I’m not a child anymore. I’m about to be her husband. Don’t I have the right to know what’s going on in her life?”

“Well son, you do have a point.”, Gonzo said, listening to his sons words, “But confronting her’s not gonna do the trick. From the few times we’ve met her, I don’t think she’s the type to just give up and admit she’s wrong.”

“Well, her parents have been pretty hard on her. I suppose she was just raised to keep her problems to herself. I don’t know. I’m sorry to vent. I’m just worried about her, that’s all.”

“All you can do is give her time and space. She’ll tell you everything that’s going on when she’s ready. Don’t worry.”, Cecilia smiled warmly as the last of the sandwiches and final tomato soup drops were finished, “Ready for the surprise?”

Gonzo and Cecilia lead Jules towards the garden, his favorite place to roam and wander off when he as a kid. Opening his eyes, emerald sparkles shined through as the small seedlings and buds that once decorated the sides of the house now blossomed into beautiful roses and tulips. Several of the trees they planted started to sprout plentiful apples and peaches, and the flower beds seemed to make colorful rows around the field. Jules was particularly impressed by a group of white star flowers that bounce happily with the wind breeze.

“Wow…it’s so beautiful. You guys did a really stellar job.”

“And..I was thinking..we set up a few picnics tables, and maybe you and Euphemia could get married here? I mean, if you hadn’t already picked a venue.”

“We’ve barely even thought about it, but wow…I would be so honored.”, Jules gasped, falling in love with each and every single petal on every single flower. Grabbing his phone out to take a photo, Jules turned to his parents and smiled, “I’ll have to see what she says, but I’m sure she’ll love it.”

[bbms-bb]

DEAR DIARY - JEALOUSY AU - PEPPI'S POV - PART 2/3

Nov 6

me, tess, and nina hung out today. i felt happy, i havent felt that in a while. maybe i dont need mei or jaime. i can just hang out with my art club friends. i still feel that pit in my stomach. they asked me if i was okay. should i tell them?

PROGRESS

weight

oct 15 - 102

now (nov 6) - 92

----<3-----

Nov 9

I HATE EVERYONE. I HATE EVERYTHING.

i gave in and told them what was happening with mei and jaime. i dont wanna be here anymore. whats the point of living if you suffer even at this age?

they better not tell anyone.

----<3-----

Nov 11

okay.. maybe i wasnt so clear the last entry.. i told tessa, nina, and felicity about the situation, our conversation went something like this:

P: and i feel like its my fault.

T: what.. how is this your fault?

N: i knew something was off about that girl.

F: im so sorry.. if it makes you feel better ill beat her up tommorow!-

P: no! i mean- no, just, please dont tell her..

T: why not? she's like and evil witch who's slowly poisoning your life!

N: Jaime too, i get its unintentional but he hasn't even bothered to at the least talk to peppi, even less wonder how its affecting her!

P: i dont want to do anything about it because their still just friends, but even if they were more than that, it would feel wrong because i care about mei and jaime!

T: caring about jaime is reasonable, but why do you still care about mei?, youve known her for less that 3 months and you trust her already?

the rest of the conversation was alright when i changed the subject

once they left i was wondering why is still care about mei. i had bigger things to worry about. do i?

----<3-----

(TW FOR S3XV4L H4RR4SM3N7)

Nov 18

okay so i shouldve put this down at the start but i couldnt write it down without crying.

this sounds pathetic but i dont think i trust my diary even though its an INANIMATE OBJECT.

god what is wrong with me.

ive never told anyone about this, only my mom knows.

it happened when i was in my mom's hometown in mexico for the summer, i went to go run some errands or my mom, since it was a small and safe town (or so i thought) it was common to see little kids walking around alone, i was ten at the time, so i guess i was one of those kids, i was headed to the grocery store when i was pulled into an alley by a middle aged man, i tried to scream but her covered my mouth. he started running his hands through my body, he was unbvttoning my jeans when my mom's friend, doña petra, who had a store infront of the alley ran in and knocked him out with a broom, then called the cops, she walked me home and told my mom what happened. i never walked out alone in mexico again.

thats it.

----<3-----

Nov 22

i just realized what a mess im becoming. i havent taken the time to get ready, and i would, i just never have the motivation to. everyones been asking me if i was okay, even jaime, he was the last person id expect to ask if i was okay! whats wrong with meeee..

----<3-----

Nov 26

im so tired of everything, im almost failing most of my classes.

----<3-----

tessa and mei got into an argument about me after tess sent a text to mei instead of me.

it went like this:

t: i still cant forgive mei for what she did, you still want jaime right? ive got a plan to destroy mei.

m: who is this?

t: tessa, is this not peppi?

m: THIS IS MEI!

m: penelope is so dead.

----<3-----

nov 27

mei told me this at school.

m: okay listen here you little sh*t, if you dont stay away from jaime im going to make your life hell.

p: i thought you knew i liked jaime.

m: does it look like i care? i never cared about your feelings! you were the only obstacle keeping me away from dating jaime. those nasty rumors about you? that was me! now that he's practically head over heels for me, its gonna be ba breeze getting rid of you! especially now that i have evidence that YOUR the bad guy here! oh, btw im jaime's girlfriend now, just thought i should let you know! byee!!

oh sh*t.

----<3-----

Dec 3

its heather day! since heather is one of me and jaime's favorite songs, we celebrate heather day every year! we exchange sweaters and jokingly talk about people we were jealous about (classmates, celeberties, fictional characters, etc..) while we eat ice cream. i skipped out on the ice cream since i didnt want to gain weight (lost 4 pounds since nov 6 :DD) it was still really fun though! i wanted to talk about how jealous i was of mei, i was jealous of her hair, her clear skin, her flat stomach and hourglass wait, her straight teeth, and that she had jaime, and i didnt. as soon as i thought of mei, jaime started talking about how he had canceled plans with mei to be here, i was preparing myself to hear more about mei until he told me how much he'd missed hanging out with me.

did i hear that right?

----<3-----

i woke up feeling a bit better than i usually do, i checked my phone to see around 25 dms? something big mustve happened, i usually only wake up with around 3 or 4, at the most 5. first i checked the "girlfriends <3" groupchat, which had 4 messages.

T: PEPPI

T: WAKE UP MEI POSTED THE MESSAGE

F: SAY YOUR JOKING RN.

N: WHAT.

one from akilah

A: penelope, why would you do that to mei?!

three from jensen

J: peppi pls tell me mei is just joking.

J: you guys were best friends!

J: peppi?

two from nic

N: why would you do that to mei?!

N: never speak to me again.

one from leticia

L: jaime was so happy with her, why?!

two from jack

J: W move mei had it coming

J: #jaimexpeppiforlife

two from jazmine

J: your a nice person, but what you did to mei was too far!

J: say one more thing to her that isnt sunshine and rainbows and ill make sure you never see the light of day again.

two from olivia

O: mess with her again and your gonna regret it

O: slvt.

and 8 from jaime

J: I HATE YOU.

J: KYS YOU IDIOT

J: i hope you fall in a hole and die

J: i knew you were trying to hurt mei.

J: idek what to say anymore.

J: i wish we never met.

J: dont EVER talk to me or mei again.

J: our friendship is done.

i was already crying when mei sent me a message

M: have fun at school today f**kface <3!

today isnt gonna be pretty.

[cody-apexart]

Day 12

This is honestly more or less a shitting on apex post. I apologies, but srsly. My time in Saigon has been so enjoyable, I really love this city and most of the experiences I have had, but the organization and communication style implemented by apex is making this less fun! Im in a bad mood, and had a bad day. Here’s the play by play:

I feel like the zoom mediation class today really set my day up for failure. Ive been practicing mediation on and off for over half my life— at this point Im pretty particular about what I like, and have tried out a lot of different styles to figure out what I enjoy and what works for me. This zoom meditation class lead by some man in southern California really was more of an hour long lecture of this dude talking about how he used to be depressed but now he isnt, and maybe 15 min of mediation max. I was all about work, like work like jobs, like capitalist meditation. When he said the phrase “hiring managers read your energy body” I knew I had heard enough. Which was kinda for the best, because I started looking at my email and noticed two had just come in from apex! One contained information that said the pottery class on my sched started at 9am not 10am. I had been preped to get there at 10, and at the time I was reading that email, it was already after 9am. I called the studio and they said I could still attend, though I did miss an hour of workshop time. Also, once I got there they said the ceramics wont be ready for 2 weeks. In 2 weeks I wont be here anymore. Why wouldn’t yall schedule this class earlier in my schedule? Also it was noted in my sched that the class would cost 40000 VND, but it was really 400000 VND. I also got an email from apex that I was RSVPd for a tech company business mixer. I hadn’t noticed it on my schedule because it was set for the wrong time, the event was probably entered in EST, so it was coming up on friday instead of thursday and was kinda hidden by the other long event on my friday sched. This email was my first time hearing about it, and since I was already reeling from the meditation class and time change to pottery I was like wtfffff.

Like what type of weird ass shit is that? Send someone with no tech experience to an even that is intended for people working in tech and living in Vietnam? Its just like why send me to crash their party? I don’t really understand, there are so many other places I could talk to strangers without being so out of place, like out of place in a way that kinda feels disrespectful and disruptive to the event. I dont mind being out of place or having to talk to stagers, but it just feels rude to show up to an event I rly have no business being at. Since the story slam, anything that comes off eventbrite I am very skeptical of.

Idk why nearly everything on the schedule feels like its made out to be a riddle. The times are wrong, the addresses are wrong. I can never just do what the calendar says and expect it to work out seamlessly. I feel like I spend so much troubleshooting shit that should already be taken care of.

Also I still havnt been reimbursed for this plane ticket?! Even though I sent the necessary info twice, and it says in a number of places that I can request reimbursement whenever id like. Similarly, the agreement I signed notes 45 days will be given in advance to get a visa if necessary, I was given 6 six businesses days notice. Like all of this is just causes what feels like /unnecessary/ stress, unless that feeling is all part of the program too? Im trying to just learn a lesson in loosing control.

Anyway, I went a little rouge today and didnt go to capoeira. I was emotionally exhausted, and my ankle is a little weird and clicky from walking so much. This is the first activity ive skipped-- I probably wouldnt have skipped it if I didnt already do the class last week, but knowing how intense it was, and how bad I felt, it was the right decision for me today. I cant wait for this upcoming day off. Two weeks non-stop is starting to get to me.

I went to a later screening of the movie since my evening was free, and wow, another movie centered around a traumatic pregnancy experience. The main character miscarried during a robbery at 6 months. I watched the trailer this time to avoid this type of thing, but it didnt reveal that plot point. actually the whole movie was actually about really toxic abusive relationships, but the trailer made it seem like a comedy. Anyway this was less fucked up than the abortion horror movie, but still fucked up. okay, but also the main character did ceramics, and i did a ceramics class this morning...was that planned? how curated are these days? I think this trip is the only time I have ever been in a movie theater without a friend or companion. Watching movies alone is totally new for me, just like how ive literally never used a pottery wheel before today. Also mark making scares me so painting the ceramic bowl I made was notably difficult for me. I am incredibly grateful for these experiences despite everything i just vented about.

[peachrabbit-twst]

EP 6-66-11 (Tower 3)

S.T.Y.X. Tartarus- Asylum

PTM-8765

Rattle rattle rattle!

RIDDLE: That cage is rattling wildly!

AZUL: Doubtless there’s a Phantom rampaging inside. If the woman we heard earlier were in that cage, surely she’d be screaming… AZUL: In other words, that isn’t the right cage.

RIDDLE: Most likely. On the other hand, it’d be dangerous to ignore it, and more importantly that noise is irritating. RIDDLE: Let’s deal with it at once!

AZUL: Why must you always be so impulsive-!

Battle

Victory!

RIDDLE: There we go, safely dispatched.

AZUL: Hahhh… Has it ever occurred to you to avoid pointless combat to preserve our energy and magic?

RIDDLE: What are you talking about? That wasn’t pointless in the least.

AZUL: … Come again?

RIDDLE: Although Night Raven College offers many practical classes in offensive magic, RIDDLE: In reality we rarely have a chance to make use of the skills in a real life emergency situation. This experience will be of great use to us.

AZUL: To be able to find something positive in a situation like this, you must have an even more unique outlook than I first assumed.

PTM- 2565

RIDDLE: The longer we take, the more cages will thaw out. We don’t have the luxury of choice here.

AZUL: That’s true, but there are Phantoms in every cage in this room, remember? AZUL: It’ll take too long to open every one of them. We should start with the ones that look most suspicious. RIDDLE: The cages all look alike. What would we look for to identify what’s “suspicious?” RIDDLE: While you sit here and think, I’m going to open one of the cages.

AZUL: That’s true, but- hold on, I’m still talking-!

RIDDLE: HAH!!

???: GRRRRRR!!!

AZUL: That’s why I told you- no, never mind, let’s just take this thing down.

Battle

Victory!

RIDDLE: Right, next one.

AZUL: Hahhh… I was a fool for underestimating your impatience.

RIDDLE: You’re still whining? Good grief. We don’t have time to dawdle here.

AZUL: Dawdling? And what about you? You’re in such a rush you’re wasting time instead. AZUL: The best way to get a high score on a test is to look the questions over, then start from the ones that offer the highest score. RIDDLE: Rather than wasting time wondering, “Which one’s worth the most?” it’s a better use of time to start from the first question on the page.

AZUL: Are you telling me you always start from the first question?

RIDDLE: Of course. Whether I start from the first or the last question, I’ll always earn a perfect score.

AZUL: Small wonder we can’t get along: the way we think about things is completely different.

PTM-2351

RIDDLE: Next is that cage. We’re low on time, so I’ll up the power-

AZUL: Hold on a second, there could be a person in there! AZUL: Misjudge the power level and you could hurt them! And what if you destroyed the ID card?! RIDDLE: Do you truly think I’d make such a mistake? AZUL: After seeing how powerful your attacks are, anyone would be worried. I’ll handle this one. Hah! PHANTOM: Screeeeee!!! RIDDLE: Hmm, quite the impressive control. A waste of worry it seems, though. AZUL: You had to have the last word, didn’t you?! Come on, let’s just take this Phantom out.

Battle

Victory!

AZUL: On to the next one. RIDDLE: ………

AZUL: Is something the matter, Riddle? You’re not running off ahead like usual. AZUL: Were you hurt in that last fight, or- RIDDLE: Who’s the one who needs the last word now? … I was just thinking about the magic you used a moment ago. RIDDLE: Focusing on a single target and conserving one’s magic energy is indeed efficient. That made for a good reference. AZUL: R- reference? While I don’t know where this change of heart came from, AZUL: It’s good to hear that you’re reflecting on things.

PTM-6566

AZUL: Opening every cage we come across would be a waste of time and magic energy. AZUL: Shall we try knocking on them as a signal with the woman we’re searching for?

Tap tap…

AZUL: !! This could be the right cage- there was a knock in reply.

RIDDLE: I’ll open the cage with magic, holding back the power to avoid hurting the person inside…

???: Screeee! G- gooold! A g-golden crown-!!

RIDDLE: Wha-?! There’s a Phantom outside the cage too?!

AZUL: Ngh, it must have been hiding in the cage’s shadow! Leave this to me!

Battle

Victory!

PHANTOM: Gooooldennnn… fizzzzzz…

RIDDLE: That was a surprise… Thanks, Azul.

AZUL: Have I proved my skills to you yet, Sir Leader?

RIDDLE: I get the feeling you’re gravely misunderstanding something here. We’ll have to save that discussion for later, however. I’ll open the cage now.

RESEARCHER: Ahhh, I’m finally… free!! The Phantom is at the back of the cage!

AZUL: We’ll take care of it in a- hm? There’s something else in there.

RIDDLE: That’s one of the Autopilot Suits that attacked us in the S.T.Y.X. HQ!

RIDDLE: From the looks of it it’s too busted up to attack us.

RESEARCHER: Eh?! It wasn’t a Phantom in the back of the cage?

AZUL: So it seems. The important thing is that no one was hurt by it. AZUL: I’m afraid we need to keep going and don’t have time to take a break here. AZUL: Would you please lend us your ID card?

RESEARCHER: Yes, here you go.

RIDDLE: Thank you. You should flee from Tartarus as soon as you can.

RESEARCHER: Thank you too. Take care, okay?

AZUL: Ortho tricked us.

RIDDLE: Rrrggghhhh… The second I get to the bottom of this place, it’s off with his head!

[something--wicked]

I.am.tired. "can we all agree that billy is a villain and" or "can we all let him be a villain" No. We cannot ALL AGREE. Why WHY are people so obsessed with their viewpoint being the one and only true one of a planet over 7 bilion people? You want to see Billy as villain? Go ahead, the fuck do I care. But why have the arrogance of wanting everyone to agree with this? It is SO annoying I don't know how to deal with this anymore... Sorry for coming to you with this but you and several other blogs I follow are my heroes for having the energy and courage to call certain people out on their bullshit with class and facts while I can't and instead hide behind anonymity... Thank you. <3

hi anon im sorry im just now seeing this message!! but yes i agree and thank you for the kind words. i welcome you and anyone else to come to me with anything if you wanna chat or if you just want to rant its totally fine!! my response under the cut bc i went on a bit of a rant myself lol

I agree that it is extremely annoying and exhausting (which is why i dont really get involved, instead i just say things in the tags and reblog things others have said) because honestly i dont have the time or energy to constantly fight a losing battle against strangers on the internet who dont know me or my life. Honestly you shouldn't give me much credit because i dont fight nearly as much as others in this fandom do, i sort of just mind my business most of the time lol. I commend the ones who do actively engage with antis and try to have discussions with them! If i were better with words and had more time id be right there with them. Honestly, the reason its so bad right now is because st is so popular in the mainstream rn. Once the hype dies down, itll get better, and once the show ends itll get wayyy better. (honestly thats why im glad my favorite shows are older/lesser known. Like, no one is getting this worked up about fringe lol)

When it comes to antis, unfortunately, people have always been obsessed with their viewpoint being the correct one. Since our species gained sentience the thing weve used it for the most is to fight with other humans over who is right and who is wrong. religion, politics, wars are fought in the name of one viewpoint being right and better than the others. Not to compare fandom drama to literal war and historical events, but you see my point. Its just the way people are. People can be kind and arrogant and nice and nasty. We all have the capacity and the right to get upset when our views are challenged, but what matters is how we respond. I literally used to be a billy anti, (i was 17 and still living with my abusers, had a really fucked up worldview) i wasnt rabid about it and didnt really talk about it but i agreed with people when they said he was racist and a bad person and didnt think twice about his character. (honestly forgot he existed until recently.) but eventually, i grew up, i got out, and i got help. I didnt even like billy until less than a year ago. im 23 now, and im a very different person than i was when i was 17. I went back into the st fandom spaces when st4 came out and somehow ended up in the billy corner, and i listened to what they had to say. And i realized that i was wrong, and changed my opinion. I started to see what i couldnt before. I even talked to my therapist about it (and even her, my 72 year old fan of stranger things therapist, agreed that billy is the most complex and interesting character) and using him and his story, I was finally, after almost 6 years of being free from my abusers, was able to talk to her about what I went through and start processing my trauma. I realized how similar lives me and billy lived. I realized that i wished someone would have helped him the way my loved ones helped me. I wish all antis had the capacity to have calm back and forth discussions about the media that they claim to be fans of, but not everyone is capable of that. This is the internet. Most people here are incapable of that. All media is meant to be discussed and interpreted and debated. Its an art form meant to make you think, not something to base your moral compass and worldviews on. Despite that, Billy’s story is something that many real people go through, and insisting that someone who relates to his abuse and wants to explore it in a fandom space (art, fic, etc) is an evil person just because you personally don’t like his character is just straight up disgusting.

So for the ones who just want to ask questions and discuss things, thats fine. Most of us are happy to talk. For the ones who just want to troll, invade our space, say inflammatory things and hurt people just because we have differing opinions on a fictional character? The best thing to do is just block them and move on. Because they dont want their minds changed, they just want to cause drama for the sake of drama because their own lives are so sad and empty that they need a strangers vitriol to fill the attention void. They're just schoolyard bullies, desperate for a reacton. And i deal with them the same way i dealt with bullies in my school days: id stare blankly at them until they got bored or uncomfortable and left me alone. Because all they're looking for is a reaction, and i refused to give them one. I deal with anon hate the same way. Before i started posting about billy, i got anon hate maybe once or twice in the twelve years ive been here. Now, i get it at least once a week. And im not even a dedicated billy hargrove blog. I just post whatever catches my eye at that moment, so i cant even imagine what its like for the people in the fandom who are completely dedicated to billy. But my followers have never and will never see the anon hate i get, and the senders will never see my response to it. Because you know what i do with anon hate? I delete it. I delete it and forget it ever existed. Eventually, when they see that im not responding, they give up and stop. Its slowed down considerably, so i guess theyre getting tired lol. Non-reaction is a totally valid way of handling harassment, and the most successful one, in my experience. I dont need to fight to prove to strangers behind a screen that im not a racist or an abuser or evil just because they say that i am for liking a fictional character. I know im not racist, and i know im not an abuser, and i know im not evil. Im a regular person who does their best to be kind and respectful to everyone and be better every day. Im a regular person who goes to work, hangs out with friends, takes care of family, looks at silly little memes on the internet, minds my business, and lives my life.

Dont ever feel bad for not engaging in discourse. Whether its because its taxing to your mental health or you dont have the energy or because you just dont want to, youre not obligated to do anything. You arent losing points by sitting back on the sidelines and letting others fight. Its social media, not a life or death warzone. If all you wanna do is reblog some posts and chill then more power to you. Thats what i do for the most part. I very rarely ever get involved in anything, cuz im content to sit over here in my corner and reblog things, and not let things people say on the internet affect me in real life because none of it matters. Just because antis forget that life outside of internet fandom exists doesnt mean we have to as well.

[iamyelling]

like ok there are so many! so many things that would make literally such a big difference. some easier than others. note this is us based bc thats where i live and what i know. gonna be stream of consciousness ideas.

abolish homework. defund and then abolish police. later start times for high school and jr highs, can do earlier start time for elementary. make things more walkable, drastically reduce scale of suburbs. reduce car dependency. increase public transportation and bicycle infrastructure. increase accessible car transportation access and reliability for disabled people. get rid of electoral college. institute ranked voting. making voting day a holiday where NO ONE works not anyone except TRULY essential things. institute all mail-in voting. ban gerrymandering. decrim drugs. decrim sex work. 6-month minimum parental leave but preferably up to like 2 years. abolish health insurance - move to a healthcare for all, state funded public healthcare system where it is free there is no payment for care. remove gender markers from all drivers licenses and passports and IDs etc. institute rent control. reparations for descendants of enslaved people. enforce separation of church and state. mandatory green space and trees in cities for temperature regulation and air quality. abolish prisons. be intentional about prioritizing funding, resources, and workers for what really matters instead of relying on the supposedly free market and just hoping things work out (healthcare, education, childcare, sanitation, energy, farming and food systems, transportation. stuff like that). drastically reduce maximum work hours and days per week. if wages exist, annually increase minimum wage. wealth cap and tax wealthy. tax corporations. reduce use of fossil fuels to as close to zero as possible. free college. public funding for the arts. research trans healthcare and medicine. recognize that the DSM is socially constructed. should be obvious but, reproductive healthcare and reproductive justice. abolish legal marriage as it should only be a social and religious status. address rules around housing standards and building codes to allow middle housing (duplexes, triplexes, quadplexes and such), to require buildings that naturally stay cool in hot weather and warm in cool weather, for multigenerational housing and other people groupings other beyond the nuclear family. give people free housing who want it - private rooms with locks with showers and/or tubs and kitchens and beds and laundry service and cleaning service if you want and disability accommodations and care workers and a free community dining room and a pharmacy in walking distance and free wifi etc. support union taxis. not sure exactly what to do to fix it but, address the speed and urgency in the shipping industry to allow for slower delivery and shipment time. addressing truck driving work hours and wages to allow shorter shifts and less sleep deprivation. ban work to pay off debts to employer schemes, where employees are indebted to their employer. fund all public schools equally, not based on property taxes. fix the class separation of employees vs contractors and subcontractors. decriminalize houselessness. create and enforce protections for all LGBTQ+ people, everywhere. remove or at minimum, greatly increase income and wealth caps for disability classification, care, and benefits. recognize all peoples’ value regardless of work and productivity. create regulations for crypto mining energy usage. make internet and cell service a public utility. allow for the right to repair technology products. bring back regulations removed by trump. recognize white supremacy and white nationalism as hate groups. require licensing and classes for gun purchases and ownership. make some kind of regulations around lean staffing and understaffing. regulations to reduce micro plastics. create a modern version of the ccc (which i’m sure had some big problems that we don’t get told about) to improve, repair, and build new infrastructure and maintain things. create teams? division? to investigate and enforce labor violations and exploitation and corporate crime. disallow multilevel marketing schemes. create more parks and play areas.

forgive all student debt. recognize indigenous / native american tribes. reparations to tribes in money and land. create free community food halls in every community and neighborhood. divert funds from police and military and defense and arms. abolish credit scores. 

[ajathings]

Birth of a Voyer // Aja, 2013.

I remember my fingers shaking, and my body shivering, as they guided me to the door. Taylor led me, and Jack followed me; a train to make sure I was protected from men unaccustomed to the word “no.” The fact that there had to be a train at all gave me pause. But the rest of the idea excited me. 

I was curious as to how Taylor spent his time on certain weekends. We shared the same the same evening class, which ended promptly at 6 PM. Some weekends, he’d walk with me back to the dorm since we lived across the hall from one another. On other weekends, Jack would meet with him after class and whisk him away. They were cute together, but they weren’t very serious. Labels weigh people down…or so they would say.

I didn’t ask myself where they were going until a couple of months after I bumped into Taylor at 3 a.m. in the dorm hallway. I asked him how his night was and his answer was more than a little enthusiastic. But he wouldn’t say where he went, and I didn’t ask. But eventually when the question came up…his answer intrigued me. 

After promising me not to judge him, Taylor admitted that he and Jack had been frequenting a free play club further into town. I always thought I was wild…but I didn’t know the place existed until he mentioned it. I was curious…so I asked to tag along next time they went. Just to watch.

Taylor set the date with Jack and we all took an Uber into town where they led me to a little hidden door on the side of a brick building. The gentleman at the counter waved the usual ID check for Taylor and Jack–two regulars. But I was new and young-looking, so he carded me. But we all got in free, as all “couples” do.

Taylor held my hand tightly as he led us through the lobby. The place smelled like a heavy chemical cleaner, lemon-scented, and it was hard to see anything. But I could see people standing about, some waiting, some standing next to one another. But all eyes eventually gravitated toward me–one of only maybe two women in the building at the moment, escorted by two handsome men. Their gazes followed us…and I didn’t need an explanation why.

But I was like them. I only came to watch.

Taylor and Jack sat me on a couch in the corner, putting my back against the wall. The two of them sat next to me, making sure I felt comfortable and protected. Just the act of sitting together drew a crowd, of men who found other seats or places to stand at a “respectable” distance. Anything to give the lady in the space some room.

Once I assured them I was fine, I watched them turn their attention to each other. Taylor was acutely familiar with Jack’s body by then, his hand brushed the tent in his pants like he knew it fondly, intimately. The sight alone caused a couple of zippers in the room to drop. I couldn’t see them, but I could hear the sound of palms gripping skin. For those watching, the anticipation was enough.

I planted my back firmly against the wall, drawing my knees to my chest while watching my friends frisk one another. More zippers fell, more hands tightly gripping their own…or their neighbors’. Jack and Taylor put on a good show for them…for me. I watched Taylor suck Jack until he was slick, and I watched Jack dive deep into Taylor, pinning his head against the couch cushions. It was exhilarating to see this different side of my friend.

But I was only there to watch.

The club closed at three, and the two of them fucked each other in front of a crowd of people, sometimes even welcoming a few others to participate. But no matter how intense things got, they respected me. No one laid a hand on me. And I left feeling a little left out.

So I asked Taylor if I could go again. And I prepared for the evening. There was a red dress I was saving for a date with an ex, and a masquerade mask I kept from forever ago–probably a high school dance. Instead of the casual ponytail, I made sure my hair flowed freely below my shoulders. I put on my mom’s perfume and my favorite pair of heels. When Taylor saw me exit my dorm, he knew immediately that I wasn’t going merely to watch. 

Taylor and Jack went over my ground rules, my boundaries, and my concerns, and when they guided me to and through the door, they stood a little closer. Even in the failing light of the club, my dress sparkled a bit, catching the eye of the patrons. I was led to the same corner, where Taylor whispered to me: “Don’t feel pressured to do anything, okay?”

I pressed my back against the same wall while Taylor and Jack started. I watched their hands travel along each other again, I saw their passionate kiss. I could feel the eyes in the room, darting between the two of them, and then to me. I could feel their curiosity like heat on my skin: “Will she? Won’t she?”

I was nervous, yes. I could have sat with my back against that wall all night. But when Jack reached for the zipper of Taylor’s slacks…my hand beat him to it. I slid closer to the couple and I pulled Taylor from his slacks for Jack to suck on. When Taylor moaned my ear was close enough to savor it. His instinct was to press his lips to my neck, but he stopped short.

I gave him my consent before he could ask for it. I pulled him by his collar the rest of the minuscule distance between us, and while I basked in the heat of his lips on my neck, I unbuttoned his shirt. 

All eyes were on us.

Jack came up for air, and I took it upon myself to relieve him. My lips found Taylor’s cock, and his praise came to me in the sound of shiver-filled moans. Jack moved to my other side, next to the corner I had abandoned. His fingers brushed the outside of my thigh but made no crass or forceful movements. In a simple, gentle gesture, he asked for my parted knees, and I granted his request.

I pulled myself away from Taylor to give Jack the space he needed. His hands smoothed themselves up and between my thighs, to the dampened lace on display for a group of people I couldn’t clearly see. Taylor’s hands busied themselves with cupping of my right breast, and my hand responded in kind by gently stroking him. In fact, I found it prudent to pull Jack free and stroke him at the same time. 

I wish I could have been on the outside looking in at that moment. Be between them, them touching me, me touching them… It was the hottest moment of my life up to that point.

Taylor and Jack shared a glance a shifted gears. Jack unzipped my dress and freed my breasts, and while his satin-like lips caught my nipple between them, Taylor sank to his knees and pressed his tongue to my sex.

“Yes…” I heard myself say. The crowd murmured in approval around me. My chest rose and fell with each breath while my friends worked diligently together to make me feel like the most desired woman in town. 

I tasted myself on Taylor’s lips when he came up to kiss me. Jack tasted me on Taylor’s lips when they kissed each other. Jack looked at me with an impish smirk that I couldn’t quite describe at the time–the sharp turn of his lips was more potent praise than Taylor’s moan moments earlier.

“Keep going?” In a whisper, Taylor checked in with me.

I nod. Jack helped me out of my heels and stood me to my feet, giving Taylor free rein on the quiet couch in the corner. The metallic belt buckle struck the tiled floor, taking his slacks with them, and I caught a glimpse of him seated back down, legs eagled spread, his member twitching while his eyes drank me in. Jack removed nothing from me but my lace underwear, that he kept on his person. At each moment, they both worked together to meet my needs and respect my boundaries and that only made me like the moment between them more. 

Jack spun me around to face the crowd hidden in the black of the room.  I sat softly in Taylor’s lap, propping my legs over his. Jack guided Taylor inside me and my moan filled the room. I rose and lowered myself until I found a steady rhythm. What little I saw of the room disappeared behind the dark of my eyelids and I could only hear the sound of my skin against his, his grunts, my moans, the the assorted moans of the crowd engaged in their self-play. Eventually, to my right, I heard Jack furiously pumping, muttering beneath his breath, egging us on. My eyes opened long enough to beckon him closer, and when he was near enough, my hand found the collar of his unbuttoned shirt, pulling him upward and inviting him to stand over the two of us.

In a moment, I allowed him to break one of the rules I set earlier: don’t ruin the dress. Fuck the dress. I wanted Taylor in me, and Jack over me.  So he stood positioned himself over me, close enough for him to continue stroking himself over my bare chest, and just out of the way for the crowd to watch. 

When Taylor began to cry out in climax, Jack followed. And I’ll be damned if I wasn’t cumming with them. I felt Jack’s warm seed on my collar, dripping down the center of my chest, and my sex squeezed Taylor’s from his shaft, milking him for all he could give me. I shivered. I smiled. And I laughed.

And the crowd watching gave us applause. One of them was kind enough to offer me a towel and show us the way to the bathroom where the three of us freshened up in private.

“Well? How was it?” Taylor asked me.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “That was fantastic.” 

We left together, back to the dorms, where they took me to my room and assured me that I was welcome to come back at any time. 

My junior year at Brown was memorable because of Taylor and Jack, who helped me navigate something about myself that I didn’t know. Our arrangement was fruitful, fun, and long-lasting, ending only when I began a relationship at the beginning of senior year. I stopped going to the club, but the three of us remained good friends, even after school, after we all went our separate ways. We still visit each other from time to time. In fact, they are both visiting family here in New York for Christmas, so we’re finding time to meet up in for dinner.

I’m newly single. And I know a place far better than the one in Rhode Island. But…it’s up to them.

[hidingoutbackstage]

re twitter is being insufferable rn with people going "its perfectly accurate that jill somehow looks younger than she did in re5!" and getting heated when someone points out that lore accurate or not, theres still misogyny involved in capcoms desicion😭 also merah in re6 sounds cool id like to hear about that.

Ugh Twitter is so insufferable I can only imagine. It’s laziness that’s all it’s laziness and a clear lack of regard for care of this universe’s lore and consistency and w/e 😭

As for Merah I’ll try not to get too in depth here but basically I think she’d be interesting if she replaced Piers’ role in 6. Spoiler alert for Marhawa Desire ig if you need a spoiler for a decade old manga, but Merah’s death (in universe) wasn’t even supposed to happen, she died because she pushed Piers out of the way of a B.O.W. and it killed her instead. Had she not done that, I think it would've been Piers who had gotten killed, and then 6 happens with Merah in his place, etc.

I'm glad you think it's cool! Tbh I do too because she's a lot like Piers, barring (imo) one key difference: Piers' motivation is pride, while Merah's is personal. Bioterrorism took her parents from her at just 12 years old, and she has a score to settle.

I think Merah is a bit more levelheaded than Piers. She wasn't an army girl, after all, like Piers was. She was a scientist first, then moved to field training once she decided her lab work was done. And she's REALLY good, not only is she a scientific genius, but after only training for a year for combat she rises to the TOP of her class and can beat anyone in hand to hand combat, and just barely can't beat Piers. She's the "ace" of her branch! She's remarkable!

Okay okay in 6, I promise. I think she'd play the same role, but like I said, she's more levelheaded than Piers. She wouldn't have the fiery fight with Chris that Piers does after all of their men are killed by Carla. I think she would have been, like, chill about Jake (she probably would've been much more interested in Sherry Birkin, famous Raccoon City survivor tbh). I think she would've been more calm with Chris in the opening bar scene as well, trying to reason with him despite him being missing for 6 months (I also think she would've been more suspicious of Carla tbh but we needed amnesia plot to happen so whatever, Carla's a good liar).

I think Merah's fighting style would have been fun to play as, since her style is much more hand-to-hand physical combat as opposed to Piers, whose entire thing is that he's a sniper, aka staying still and keeping his distance.

I don't know about the end sacrifice, but I mean, considering her one on one fight with Bindi, it would've been a dreadful but indeed poetic way for her to go out. And I can see her sacrifice more clearly than Piers'. Merah's mission is to take out bioterrorism. She's a J'avo now. Sorry, Chris, but it's her mission.

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Seijoh

a/n: im a seijoh stan and theyre my little plant babies

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

this is so long oml i hate myself

theyre an actual boy band istg

lets be honest, they probably thought you were just another oikawa fangirl

they thought you just wanted to be closer to their captain bc you were another delusional girl who wanted to live out her fantasies

lmao im not trying to be salty

but when you just stared blankly at oikawa tooru after he called you a beautiful flower,

stageplay hinata calling you a mugwort

the team just about threw themselves on your feet

tbh you werent really there to get a boyfriend or for oikawa

you just needed an after school club and the other teams already had managers

the only sport that didnt was the boys volleyball team

imagine why

you were actually a little wary, since you knew of oikawa, being a first year yourself, and you were aware of his psycho fangirls who could probably kill you

but you needed a club that would last you for the next 3 years to graduate

it was kunimi who actually recommended being a manager

you were in his class and you noticed him sleeping in the morning so you gave him your energy bar

‘thanks’

you shrugged and smiled

thats why he tolerated you more than others

you were nice and you were the only one who noticed his tiredness, even the teacher left him alone, and did something about it

sometimes, you even gave him an energy drink

‘can you tell me why youve been so tired lately? i dont think ive seen you wake up until lunch’

he opened the snack and started munching while replying

‘early morning practice for volleyball is still a big adjustment. our captain demands us to be there 6 in the morning sharp and if we’re even a minute late, we’d have to run laps. like for every minute youre late, you have to run those amount’

oh my why is kunimi talking so much

but i love kunimi and first year seijoh boys rights in this household is valid

you furrowed your eyebrows

‘but yall are still growing and you need all your sleep. if i were there, id yell at your captain’

he grinned slightly, imagining your short height beating up their captain

‘meh. you want to be our manager? i saw you looking at the clubs board yesterday and we dont have one so you could take the opportunity and beat him up then’

ofc you agreed bc kunimi was best boi and you just wanted him to have enough sleep for once

after class, he waited for you to finish packing up and when you finished, yall left the classroom

until another guy with a spiky hairstyle joined you and you noticed him as the guy who sometimes came over to eat lunch with kunimi

‘oh, hello l/n-san’

you smiled gently

‘drop the formalities, kindaichi-kun. its only fair.’

he nodded before walking beside kunimi

‘kindaichi, l/n might be our new manager’

the onion head excitedly looked at you

‘really?! yes! so we dont have to fill our bottles ourselves anymore!’

kunimi glared at him and slapped his stomach

‘shes our manager, not our maid’

you laughed but placed an arm on him

‘its okay. i was a manager for my middle school volleyball team so i know a little bit about being one’

the two shared a look

god, they really hit the jackpot

as yall walked closer to the gym, you noticed the big pile of girls huddling at the corner

kunimi sighed

‘l/n, ill warn you ahead of time of our captain. hes kinda,,,, too much’

but you flashed him a smile

‘hes not the first one ive handled’

oml player-chan!!!

so when you opened the door and entered the gym and oikawa hit you with his normal antics, you just stared at him

‘okay and?’

hanamaki and mattsun howled before rushing to you and grabbing you in a hug

‘girls like her really exist!!’

you gave kunimi and kindaichi a signal of help and they nodded before gently prying the senpais off of you

‘senpai, please’

you gave kunimi a grateful nod

coach irihata went up to you bc wow, kunimi has a friend with of another gender?

‘how can we help you, miss?’

‘im l/n y/n, first year, and id like to apply as the manager’

internally, the coach sighed bc you werent the first one to apply

the reason they havent had a manager for years was bc of oikawa’s fangirls hiding themselves under that false facade

but he saw you brush off that comment oikawa make with no hint of fluster or blush on your face so he decides to give you a trial run, in guise of seeing if you could handle these chaotic boys

‘do you have any experience as manager? or do we need to teach you the ropes?’

‘i was a manager for 3 years in my middle school volleyball’

he nodded

‘ill give you one month. a trial run of a month to test the waters’

you agreed and your trial run began

kunimi mentioned that morning practice starts at 6 am sharp so you set your alarm for 5 to get ready and get to school on time before the boys

you remembered how to set up the nets so you quickly put them out (using a step stool bc we short) and ran to get the basket of balls

their water bottles were filled and you were in the middle of lugging the big basket of towels when the third years entered

the 4 of them usually came earlier than the rest so they saw you dragging the basket of fresh towels and wipe your sweat before smiling at the work youve done

iwa was so happy bc it was usually him who did this stuff and now that he had someone do it for him, it was like a god-send

oikawa’s eyes shone and he waved at you

‘yohoo, y/n-chan!’

you cringed at the loud voice of the famous oikawa tooru

‘hello, oikawa-san’

he chuckled at your politeness before hugging you

‘you did all this for us? youre so cute, y/n-chan!’

instead of the normal blush and love-struck eyes, you were actually very uncomfortable of the sudden skinship and you quickly ran to the side when iwa hit him at the head

‘shittykawa! leave her alone!’

‘iwa-chan!’

makki and mattsun stood next to you as the boys did their usual fight

‘is this all an act or are you really not attracted to oikawa?’

mattsun shot him a surprised look bc why was he so straightforward

but you just shrugged

‘hes cute, i admit. but ive seen much cuter and the boys in my middle school team was basically full of him so,,, and i hate guys who think theyre all that just bc theyre blessed w a pretty face. if anything, ill probably go for iwaizumi-san’

pop off S I S T E R!!!

you just won the heart of these two

slowly but surely, they all came to accept you and iwa straight out loves you bc you maintained this routine for the whole month of your trial run

and you still remained indifferent of oikawa’s advances and he was even impressed and slightly agitated that you werent paying attention to him

‘y/n-chan, one date! just one!’

you huffed before looking up from your clipboard

‘i like men, oikawa-san. not boys’

that comment made the guys shriek

‘y/n-chan! youre just a first year! you dont need a man!’

‘youre not a man, oikawa!’

you left oikawa to be tormented by his teammates and went to go and hand over the report to the coach

he was impressed by the notes you made bc they were ones he even missed

like the split-second of hesitation that kindaichi usually has that goes unnoticed but you immediately saw

or the wince oikawa has whenever he so much as jumps an inch

you could even tell the difference between iwa’s spike and if he was being easy or he was going full-out

this added on to the fact that the boys loved you and irihata actually saw kunimi try more 

but he thinks its only to earn your praises

‘y/n, youre officially the team manager’

yall celebrated at the normal hang-out spot which was the ramen shop and it truly shocked you at how much these boys ate

granted, this was the first time you ate together but you didnt expect them to eat nearly 5 bowls each

you could only finish 2 and you already feel like throwing up

‘honestly, how do you guys not gain weight after this?’

the table you sat at, iwa, kindaichi, mattsun, and kunimi, looked at you and shrugged

‘i work out’

‘i run’

‘i fast’

‘i poop it out’

lmao im sorry i cackled too hard at this

you stared blankly at mattsun’s answer who said it so seriously that you snorted a laugh

they watched you and your laughter bc you havent really expressed yourself as much 

so they made it their goal to see you laugh more

‘y/n-chan! you need to eat more!’

oikawa shouted, clearly food drunk, but you shook your head aggressively

‘i only planned to eat one bowl but he just had to shove another down my throat’

‘but you need to grow, y/n-chan!’

‘i want to grow taller! not wider!!’

As a manager:

oh boy

you basically grew into kinda their mom

‘oikawa-san! you need to rest your knee or youre going to hurt yourself! i will drag you home myself!’

‘kunimi, if you try to get this one more spike, i’ll buy you a bag of those caramel bites you like’

‘iwa-san! if you hit oikawa-san too much, youll destroy the little braincells he has!’

‘yahaba-san, nice dump!’

‘is your knee okay, watari-san?’

yall really forget that watari and yahaba exist sometimes smh

it was part of the work

keeping up with seijoh

so to keep them encouraged, you gave them praises that they always demand for and they always turn to you whenever they did something good

mattsun gives you a look whenever he blocks iwa’s spikes and you give kindaichi a head pat whenever he blocks some too

bc of how you are with them, sometimes, they forget that you are actually just a first year

they get shocked whenever you walk in with kunimi and kindaichi and talk about the current homework bc it slips their mind that their hard-working manager was actually just a 15-year-old girl

so, they try to ease the burden whenever they can

like iwa offering to help you whenever you have to take their jerseys to the laundrymat

or offering to help you with your assignments since theyve only been through it once

more like watari, yahaba, and iwa bc the matsuhana are clueless and acts like they completely skipped that grade

also

!!!!

oikawa’s fangirls ltr dont leave you alone!!!

now, its known that youre the manager of the volleyball team bc oikawa has boasted about your efforts and such

this obvs ticked off a bunch of girls bc they were jealous that you got to spend more time in a single practice with their precious oikawa-senpai than they have their entire lives

more than once theyve cornered you to threaten you to stay away from their senpai or youll have something coming for you

you never take them seriously bc you can fight too and you just give them a look and push them away

but this one time

TRIGGER WARNING-START

okay tea

the self-proclaimed president of the oikawa tooru fanclub, kenta miyo, cornered you at the bathroom with her other minions

you were just washing your hands and drying them off when she marched up to you and grabbed your hair before tugging it back

obviously you were surprised and shouted

‘oi! what the hell?!’

‘you slut! you need to stay away from my tooru, got it?!’

ehm what

you hissed and wrenched her arm from your hair and pushed her away

your hair was now a mess and you were fuming, already sick and tired of the torture these girls put you through

‘he belongs to himself, not you! so stop being delusional and leave me alone already!’

she signalled for the girls to hold on to you which you slapped away but they forcefully grabbed your arm while you kicked at them and struggle to get out of their hold

jesus what do these girls eat

miyo watches you struggle with a smile and cackles

‘oh? no fight anymore, little kouhai?’

you glared at her

‘i dont want to beat yall up bc id get yelled at by tooru so you need to let me go or regret it’

at the mention of his first name, her eyes widened and her face twisted and she slapped you

‘oi! respect your senpai, you brat! dont you ever say oikawa’s first name!’

your lips curled

‘oh? thats funny, because he actually told me to call him that since he wants his cute little manager to be very comfortable with him’

you achieved a feat that she has been working to get her entire high school life and miyo was not happy

‘ive been with him for 3 years and you just suddenly show up out of nowhere and call him that?! i dont think so!’

she had her hands around your neck and you gripped her arms, making her wince

but you laughed at that comment

‘heh, thats pathetic, isn’t it? here you are, my senpai, who has been vying for his attention for 3 years only to be ignored yet a mere first year, who shows up out of nowhere, has been asked to a date nearly a million times every day. that must be tough’

she shrieked at that comment and threw you on the floor, making you accidentally hit your head at the edge of the sink

yall im actually so bothered by this scene and im wincing as im typing

you bit your lip to prevent any sound of pain to escape bc you knew thats what she wanted to hear from you

but you werent going to give her the satisfaction

instead, you looked up at her, hatred swirling in your eyes

‘youre freaking psycho, you know that? once tooru and hajime knows about this, theyre going to give you hell. they wont ever let this go bc im the manager of their prized team and their little baby sister. so go ahead, do what you want with me. bc i paid too much for these nails to be tainted by dirt like you’

saiyo, a girl you noticed to be watari’s classmate when you went and visited him, nervously tugged on miyo’s jacket

‘miyo, we should go-’

‘SHES BLUFFING. AND HERE, SINCE YOUR SOCCERFIELD FOREHEAD IS BLEEDING, LET ME HELP WASH IT OUT’

and she poured over a carton of banana milk over you, making you wince at the sticky and cold liquid

the tough facade was crumbling and you were now screaming for help in your head, hoping that stupid theory from yahaba about team telepathy to work

but it didnt

TRIGGER WARNING-END

when miyo and her girls left, you sat on the floor, soaked and sticky and bleeding

then you begin to cry angry tears

you were angry that you were being treated like this just bc you were a manager

you were angry that you let them do that to you

you were angry that you prized your nails more than punching her square in the nose

you were just angry

periodt

staggering on your own feet, you stood up and leaned on the sink, eyes widening at the dripping red liquid from the gash on your forehead, staining the porcelain sink

you were stupid and unconsciously touched it making you wince 

‘shit, that hurts’

you whined quietly

there was little you can do with toilet paper and water to clean yourself up but you managed to at least stop the bleeding

you knew you had to be put on concussion protocol just in case bc you that hit was quite hard but at the moment, that wasnt your concern

practice has already started and this was the first time you werent present for daily practice

this was confirmed at the constant buzzing of your phone in your skirt pocket which you didnt listen to and instead, started thinking of ways to go to your locker and get your stuff and fake being sick but at the same time, not be seen and relayed to the team

time was ticking and you had to come up with a plan fast before oikawa will send the team to come looking around the building for you

once you looked at your reflection and smiled big, you decided it was enough to not show the pain you were in right now

girl im hurting for you

you peeked out of the bathroom door and saw the coast was clear so you quickly ran to your classroom, which was thankfully empty, and quickly grabbed your things

but as you were packing up, the tears just kept falling

it didnt stop as you bolted down the stairs, using your cardigan to hide your face from the public

once you were safely out of school grounds, you finally took out your phone and reviewed through all the worried and concerned texts from the team group chat

but you just replied, ‘im fine but i just feel really sick right now. girl stuff’

you smirked, knowing that would keep the boys away

but oikawa had to go and ask you to call him

‘y/n-chan! do you want oikawa-senpai to come over with chocolates and ice cream?! wings or no wings?!’

your jaw dropped at the question and clearly scandalized by the question

the team was too as shouting began and you could faintly hear iwa scream, ‘oh my god, shittykawa!’

‘im seriously okay, oikawa-san. i just need to be alone right now and ill try and get some sleep. good bye’

then you hung up

there was no way you could tell them

they were in their last year anyways so doing something about it wouldnt matter

and you were strong 

but apparently not strong enough to fight them off though

you would cover the wound with concealer and continue on with practice tomorrow as if everything was normal

but there was only so much you could take

just yesterday, they trashed your locker and a week ago, they took your bento and threw it away

you even got into a fight with this one girl but she scampered away, too scared to do anything alone

so you were actually just tired and want everyone to leave you alone

believe me, youve thought of quitting sometimes

but youve actually created a bond with these boys

like when you take hanamaki to get cream puffs whenever he loses against iwa in arm wrestling

or when yahaba calls you at ungodly hours to express his worries for next year and to fill oikawa’s shoes

it was simple moments that you shared with each player that kept you from not leaving

soon, you found yourself crying again and the looks pedestrians were giving you was starting to make you uncomfortable

a girl, with her gross hair in a bun, puffy eyes with a bleeding wound and walking down the street

that was a sight

so you cut a corner to an alley by your house to escape from the judging eyes and you were too busy wiping your eyes to see a boy who was crouched down on the floor and ended up walking over him

omg my baby kyoken hello luv!!!!

you gasped and you were surprised and quickly apologized

kyotani was originally about to yell at you, no matter what, but he saw the state you were in and concluded you were either from a fight or was beaten up

he recognized that and decided to just glare at you and go back to feeding the stray dogs and cats

you breathed a sigh in relief when he didnt yell at you bc that wouldve been the last thing you needed today

‘sir, im sorry for hitting you. if there is something i could do for you, dont hesitate’

he ignored you and you focused on him paying attention to the strays

going into your backpack, you had a milk carton and a sausage stick from earlier

you used your thermos lid to serve as the milk bowl for the cats while you peeled open the meat and used your scissors to cut chunks of it for the dogs to have some

kyotani watched as you went into action to feeding the animals that people usually ignored

he knew you

well, he recognized you

when he watched from the top of the gym, he saw you as their manager who ran around and helped everyone

sure, he still didnt trust you 

but he watched you grin and smile as the animals started to eat

‘im in a hurry right now so i have to go but ill feed you again tomorrow, okay? you too, stranger-san. ill bring food for you too’

then you stood up and ran away, probably in a hurry to fix that wound

he wouldve offered to treat it for you but he remained silent, watching the cats mewl at the now empty lid

the next day, oikawa was worried for you and when he saw you at early morning practice, he practically glomped to your side

‘y/n-chan! you okay?! oikawa-senpai was so worried for you!’

you cringed but nodded

‘im okay, oikawa-san’

‘senpai, y/n-chan! call me senpai!’

‘im not going to feed into your kink, oikawa-san’

*cue everyone busting a lung*

to this day, no one still knew what happened to you

you kept it quiet and you were sure you got everything handled

except for one person

kyotani was smart and for some reason he knew you got beat up by the fangirls and the perpetrators were easily found bc he saw them huddled around your locker, probably trashing it again, and lets just say, 

no one is def going to mess w you now

back to manager moments!!

during practice matches, the boys rally around you to prevent other teams from sweet-talking you

they make sure no one gets past them and always have excuses to get your attention

you knew what they were doing but you pretended not to, heart warming at their protectiveness and hunger for your attention

even though you have your own jacket, the team gives you theirs all the time like oikawa has his special team jacket w his name at the back and when he feels threatened by schools like johzenji, he makes you wear it

‘youre mine, y/n-chan and i want that blondie to know’

‘ehm, no, oikawa-san. im iwaizumi-san’s’

oikawa screamed

lmao training camps w them is CHAOTIC

YOU WANT TO CRYYYYYY

OIKAWA IS CRYING BC IWAIZUMI IS BEATING HIM UP, MATSUHANA ARE FREAKING OUT THE FIRST YEARS ABOUT THE GHOSTS IN THE WOODS AND NOW KINDAICHI REFUSES TO LET GO OF YOU, WATARI GOT LOST GOING TO THE BATHROOM AND YAHABA IS SCREAMING ABOUT THE WEATHER MESSING UP HIS HAIR AND MAKING IT FRIZZY

reminder: threaten to quit everytime they get too much

your hugs are the best!!!!

you have a special hug for every player

oikawa gets his favorite which was the normal arm around the waist with your arms around his neck while he snuggles in your neck

iwa gets flustered easily so you hug him from behind so you cant see his flustered look

mattsun actually likes the jumping in the air so he catches you type of hug

makki is more tame and has his arms around your shoulder with his chin on your head

yahaba is the twirly kind where he just picks you up and swings you around

watari also gets flustered easily so he likes the one-arm hugs

kindaichi gets blushy at the slightest touch from you but he gives you a hug from behind you himself where he can bury his face in your hair while you caress his arms

kunimi, now he likes it when you squeeze him extremely tight bc it makes him feel loved and feel alive

kyo doesnt even talk to you what makes you think you can give him a hug

their lost for shiratorizawa really broke them though

you made them their own bentos for nearly a week to keep them encouraged and gave oikawa extra attention to keep him from sulking or practicing late

‘oikawa-senpai, lets go watch that new movie later’

‘S-S-SENPAI?!’

then the arrival of our baby kyoken

yahaba was moody the whole practice and you were currently trying to keep him from spiking a ball to someone

‘even just today, he’s late’

‘who?’

‘that stupid dog’

he just keeps mumbling and grunting

and then the said dog arrived

you peaked out from behind iwaizumi, who protectively went in front of you

shock ran through you and you pointed at him

‘puppy-kun!’

lmao puppy what

youve called him that since he refused to tell you his name, but you call him that bc he paid special attention to this one baby beagle

he raised a hand in greeting and you gave him a smile

‘youre a player here, too?!’

he ‘glared’ at you but nodded stiffly

the team really thought that he would lash out at you but he is surprisingly tolerant

the power of the manager

he still hasnt talked to you but he does respond to you and even helps you with chores, still not talking ofc

hes so tsun tsun and he deserves my heart yall

however, youve heard him talk to iwaizumi, and iwaizumi only, so youve heard his voice before

ngl, you were flustered by how gruff and deep it was

then their loss to karasuno

bruh, it was KARASUNO

the entire team fell apart and after the match, each of them ran away from you to stop lashing out

you were also on the verge of crying, seeing the broken look on your third years

your precious third years

you decided to give them their own space but you heard a loud banging sound from the bathroom

yahaba and watari were outside, clearly trying to talk to someone in there on coming out but it got louder

okay you were lowkey like, ‘hm, i should not be here’

but you recognized that voice

you knocked at the boys door to be respectful

‘kyo-san? its me, y/n’

he was silent but he did unlock it

you took this as a sign to enter and you gave yahaba and watari a smile

‘i’ll be fine. go to kindaichi and kunimi. they need your comfort right now’

tbh, you were surprised the bathroom was still intact but you saw the stall door at the very end being rattled and shaken

you remained by the door but you wanted to go to him

‘kyo-san, please come out so i can treat your injuries’

he expected you to say those words like ‘its okay’ or ‘theres always next year’ but you didnt

instead, you knew he was hurt and wanted to help him

he continued to give a few punches to the wall and the door before emerging

you wordlessly treated the wounds and offered your hand

‘im here, kyo-san. dont worry, im right here’

at the ramen shop, you told them to eat as much as they want and wordlessly gave them your card, slightly crying inside bc you know this was going to be like over a hundred dollars

but you were treating the boys bc they deserved it

you sat beside kindaichi, who was just sobbing and apologizing, so you were wiping his tears and holding his hand under the table

this precious babie

bruh i was sobbing when i watched this part like uuggghhhh

after dinner, you walked with the other third years, knowing they would go to the gym, so you gave everyone else your special hugs before sending them home

‘text me when you arrive safely, okay?’

‘yes, mom’

‘KINDAICHI WHAT’

oikawa’s speech made you cry bc despite only knowing them for not even a year, you already feel like a family

you didnt want your family to be broken but you knew they would all go their separate ways eventually

there was a big hug pile of third years on the side where you took a picture and sent it to the group chat

you had to eventually go home after helping them clean up and when you checked your phone, a fresh batch of tears rolled down

each from every person on the team but with the same sentence and same words

‘we love you, l/n y/n. thanks for everything.’

ngl i dont think this was that good and its like 8 in the morning and im extremely tired

i want to do karasuno, nekoma, and fukurodani but im so exhausted i cannot right now

[sinswithpleasure]

The Playgirl (ft. LOONA’s Yves) [Part 3] [Female Reader]

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I’m back with part 3!

I know I said I’d start mentioning Yves being futa here, but welp, I doubt it’d be out until Part 6-8?

If you prefer, this is also on AO3 and AFF!

Thanks to @existslikepristin​ and @ggidolsmuts​ for editing / beta reading!

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Another month passes.

Yves has been improving a lot, and you're teaching her more than just math. Even on weekends, she requests tutoring, and both of you work on projects or study together, be it at Seoul U's cafe or in empty classrooms.

Two months since you began tutoring her, about one month since you took up her deal. Something in Yves shifts—when she began studying, it was out of just competitive spirit. Now, she seems to truly like what she's doing, and you can't help but to let yourself enjoy the sight of this Yves. She turns up to school a little more regularly, though she still comes to terrorize people. She doesn't go out to parties as much, choosing instead to hang with you. The attention you get from her feels like too much and not enough at the same time. 

Other than being your student, Yves becomes somewhat of a regular fixture in your life. She still frustrates you—her semi-regular absences from school are met with your nagging and her regular dismissal, her constant nonchalance about how she carries herself still annoys you, and she still constantly flirts with you. That last point is also part of the reason why she is kind of a welcome presence in your life. If she isn't present in school, she will be seen leaning against a wall after class, leather jacket over her shoulders, your favourite mocha frappe in her hands. If she doesn't turn up for a tutoring session, she drops a call and apologizes, then makes it up to you with your favourite dessert next session. On the regular, she always has a compliment or a greasy remark tailored for you on hand, both making you groan and internally panic simultaneously.

It doesn't help that she keeps getting prettier, at least to you. Every day, her empty desk taunts you. Sometimes, you wish she was next to you, lollipop in her mouth, gazing at you and flirting with you. Your heart skips a beat when she pushes herself off the wall to wrap an arm around your shoulder, waving the frappe in front of your face with a "Hey, babygirl" . You look forward to the text exchanges with her every night, where both of you can text for hours. You adore her lip bites when she is focused on something, her soft "Assa!" when she gets something right.

Perhaps your crush on her is starting to get out of hand, but you don't want it to end. 

-----

Your phone rings. Caller ID: yves 💘

"Yo, babygirl."

"Don't—ah, nevermind."

"The cafe's closed today. Wanna come over to my place?"

"What?"

"My place. Come over."

"Oh, um…"

"Text me your address. I'll pick you up."

"Okay."

When Yves hangs up, you panic. Her place? You'll get to see how she lives? Her private space? What?! You fire off a text to Yves, then you carry on panicking.

[yves💘 has sent a message:]

Gotchu

I'll see you in 15, babygirl

Can't wait ;)

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Yves's place is cozy. For someone so punk rock, her place looks so homely, so full of life. However, Yves lives alone. Weird, considering there's a lot of stuff that is placed neatly on tables and shelves, too much for one person to use. 

"Welcome to my humble abode, babygirl." Yves curtsies, flashing you her dazzling smile. You place your bag down on the couch in her living room, rummaging to find what you need.

"Hey, would you mind if I went for a shower first? I've had a busy morning."

"Oh, no, sure. Go ahead."

"Right, thanks babe."

Yves leaves. In the meantime, you wander around her living room, glancing at the items on her shelves. A vintage tea set, a back scratcher, and an old camera? Those look pretty cool. Beneath that, another shelf holds a few old DVD cases, each of some old music from the 70s and 80s. Also, are those cassette tapes? You pick each one up, getting a feel of them in your hands. Damn, these are cool.

You wander along the hallways. When you pass by the bathroom, you can hear the water running. Suddenly, you’re hit with intrusive thoughts, all of them about Yves.

Your crush. Just a handful of metres away from you. Undressing. Naked. Under the shower. Water running down her bare skin, maybe over those chiseled abs of hers? Her naked chest, her legs?

You return to her couch, collapsing on it, trying to fight the dirtier thoughts in your head.

You sink your face in your hands, groaning at the thought of a naked Yves. This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last, but it sucks to be thinking of something inappropriate when the time isn't right. The gulps of water you inhale don't quench the correct thirst, but at least it does something.

"Hey baby."

Yves's voice makes you jump. The cutest girl ever greets your eyes, with a look that you never thought she'd rock. That same girl has her head bowed, a sheepish smile on her face, her hand moving to tuck some hair behind her ear.

She looks gorgeous.

Her wet hair, formerly slicked back, now falls over her forehead, forming cute bangs. Her  leather jackets and crop tops are traded for a cozy oversized long-sleeved sweater that engulfs her body, giving her sweater paws. Yves pairs that with sweatpants, and a cute pair of bunny slippers. 

She looks so cute and all you want to do is to mash her lips with yours.

You gasp, freezing. Yves walks over to you, planting her books on the table, refusing to meet your eyes. She grins when she finally looks at you though.

"How do I look?"

"Ah, um, er…" You stammer, unable to process the sight of the punk rock, cool, bad girl Yves now looking like a girly, adorable cutie. This wasn't Yves, this was just Ha Sooyoung. 

"You… you look, er, good," you breathe.

Yves halts, red starting to colour her ears. She looks away, seemingly wiping at her face with one of her sleeves.

"Thank you." Her voice is tiny, tinier than usual. You want to hug her but you control yourself, settling to admire how she looks instead. She looks so pretty, so fucking pretty, and you wonder why she doesn't look like this on the regular. Maybe she's letting you see her more private, intimate side. Maybe she somehow found out you quite like this style. Whatever the reason is, it's working. How do you even continue to function today, now that you've seen Yves look like this?

You love this Yves— no, this is Ha Sooyoung, you hastily remind yourself. She looks so domestic, so cute, so… girlfriend? You want to glomp her, and that urge is increasingly hard to control.

"Let's begin."

"O-Okay."

Both of you slip into your roles as teacher and student. For Yves, it’s seamless, but for you, you struggle to do so. The student herself is a distraction.

The session begins.

-----

"Stay for dinner, babe?"

Yves rises from her chair, walking over to her kitchen. She begins pulling stuff out of her fridge and cabinets, setting them on the table. 

"Oh, sure."

You sink yourself on a dining chair as Yves ties an apron around her neck. She begins work on chopping up some garlic and onions, and you let yourself just… look at her. 

She looks so cool, so domestic, so beautiful as she works on whatever it is. You can't help but fall harder for her, and you let yourself gaze lovingly stare at her.

"You're staring, babygirl."

"Ummfhhhdgh!" You stammer, hastily looking away to pretend you weren't. You drum your fingers on the table, shifting around on your seat to distract yourself from Yves's eyes. 

"Uh-uh, you don't get to hide now." Yves tilts your chin up with her finger, her eyes locked onto yours, her lips inches from yours. This is the umpteenth time Yves has had you in kissing range, and you wish she'd finish the job. 

"You look starstruck, babe. Am I that pretty?"

"Y-Yes." 

Yves chuckles, stroking your cheek with her thumb. 

"God, you're so cute. I'd kiss you right now, but we both know we'd do more than that."

"Wha—?"

"I've seen the way you look at me. I know what you're thinking. If we kiss…" Yves trails off, moving to finish her sentence next to your ear. 

"If we kiss, we both know we won't just be kissing at the end of the night."

When Yves finishes her sentence, you feel her soft lips press against your cheek. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her lips turn up in her signature cocky smirk. You’ve got the urge to kiss it off her face, but you pause, refusing to give in to her. She is right—if you kissed her, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from jumping her.

-----

Dinner is a relatively quiet affair, with Yves winking at you when you catch eyes with her, and you becoming more flustered each time. All you can think of is about how Yves essentially admitted she knows you want her as much as she wants you, and that thought is enough to fuel your imagination for the night. 

When Yves drops you off in front of your apartment, she gets off her bike, wrapping her arms around your waist from the back.

"Huh?!"

"Goodnight babygirl," Yves whispers next to your ear, her breath causing you to shudder, "I'll be thinking of you tonight."

That settles it. The fire between your legs needs some dousing. You can't help but turn to look at Yves with the utmost shock, meeting her knowing grin. Yves waves, putting her helmet back on and riding off into the night. 

-----

The cold shower you take after reaching home does nothing for you. Yves's words still ring deep in your ear.

If we kiss, we both know we won't just be kissing at the end of the night.

I'll be thinking of you tonight.

Your body feels warm—too warm for the oversized T-shirt and boyshorts you have on. The thought of having Yves pin you against a wall, her lips on yours, tongue swiping at your lips to gain access is way too much for you, and soon enough, you imagine Yves pinning you to her bed, stripping you and teasing you with her touch. These thoughts lead you to lie atop your bed, your shirt pulled up to expose your chest, your boyshorts stripped off to let your hand circle your clit freely. 

"Oh, fuck…"

In your head, Yves has her fingers on you, touching you the same way you touch yourself now. Her fingers mirror the way yours do—rubbing directly over the hood covering your clit, before swiping between your slit to wet her fingers. 

"So wet, babygirl. All for me too."

"Oh, oh shit!"

Yves plunges her fingers deep within you, thrusting freely. Your free hand kneads your left breast, teasing your nipple to drive you crazier. 

"Fuck, Yves, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Yes, babygirl. That's what I want to hear. Moan my name. Let the world know how wet you are for me."

The dirty sounds of your fingers thrusting deep into yourself only fuels your lust even further. The image in your head morphs from Yves fingering you to her between your legs, her panties pushed aside to expose her pussy. Yves pushes her pussy against yours, grinding against you, flexing her abs with each movement of her hips. In the physical world, you strip yourself of the shirt, grabbing a pillow and straddling it. 

"How does my pussy feel against yours, babygirl? I told you I'd make you love me."

You grind harshly on the pillow. The haze of pleasure is all you can process—how loud you moan doesn't matter anymore. 

"Fuck, yes, Yves, Yves, Yves, fuck, Sooyoung, Sooyoung, I'm gonna come, Sooyoung, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!"

With a squeal, you grind harder on the pillow, feeling waves of pleasure wash over your body as slick spills out of your clenching hole. Sweat runs down your forehead, your back, down your chest. In your head, Yves comes just as you do, her body writhing in pleasure as slick flows out of her. 

You collapse on the bed, letting the afterglow of your orgasm wash over you. Yves still doesn't leave your head, but you don't really hate that. You're way beyond trying to hide that you want to fuck her, or that you want her to make you hers anyway.

[anakinthetrashking]

the batkids as things I did in school

Dick:

take dance class and be friends with everyone even though there was some weird infighting going on between everyone. forget to do the assignment to make up a dance ourselves, just improv'd it and got a good grade, somehow. had the most fun slipping down the hallways in socks.

halfway through the year asked to have a free period instead of ASL 3, bc the teacher wasn't teaching us anything or even keeping it interesting so I spent the whole afternoon in Physics class instead.

went all out for 80s day during Spirit Week but turns out no one else did. got a lot of weird looks and concerned questions that day. one kid said I looked like a jumpscare. thanks dude.

missed more than half of my statistics classes but was still getting a better grade than the seniors I sat near. 😭

Barbara:

got really angry when the Pre-AP Bio teacher disnt know whether Carbon was 6 or 8 on the Periodic Table. 14yr old me thought that it was extremely important to know as a science teacher. failed the first 6wks, got moved to a regular bio class, was late everyday but the teacher still loved me. found and identified a tumor in the stomach of the pig we dissected in class. Can still sing the entire DNA song(to the tune of I Want it That Way) word for word over 10yrs later. Still gets stuck in my head sometimes.

kept getting told off in sewing class bc we weren't supposed to hold the pins in our mouth while sewing bc it's dangerous if we accidentally swallow them but that's what I was used to doing at home.

Jason:

stunned the much older kids in my class playing Hangman by looking up and immediately guessing "Labyrinth" from the few letters that everyone else had guessed (one of them looked up what the hardest word was for the game and that was it. it would have been if I wasn't so obsessed with Phantom of the Opera and the David Bowie Labyrinth movie at that point in time)

read all of the short stories in that years English textbook within the first month of school every year

Cass:

smile at people (esp teachers) so wide that id have to close my eyes, and then immediately dropping the smile. (it gave me a break from eye contact and trying to figure out what expression I "should" have in that moment)

Everytime I joyfully played in the rain during lunch and then froze my butt off during afternoon classes in the AC.

also the times I was late for afternoon class bc I was overjoyed at seeing snow.

Tim:

was too overwhelmed to actually do the required amount of weekly reading so I just picked classic books I had already read and picked a random place to put the bookmark and easily answered the teachers questions on what I was "reading"

be a "gifted" student so I was put in the fast track math class but was too anxious to deal with that teacher's incessant yelling at the students so I begged them to put me in a different class. they put me in a regular paced class and told me to just go ahead and do the fast track by myself at my own pace. got distracted and never did the work. switched schools the next year and got put in the next math up and totally regretted it but was in too deep to back out.

dropped out of public school in 11th grade to have a mental breakdown ✌️ eventually finished HS later through online classes and stuff.

Steph:

get hooked on Kpop bc the one friend I had made moved away and now I was stuck with her friends at lunch without much of anything in common so we had to make something.

fell asleep in class bc I was awake all night watching kdramas.

had to do a report on a European country and then got overly attached to the country of Moldova...

Duke:

only got detention twice in all of the years of school. once for being late all the time and once for not turning in my homework on time(the teach didn't want to give me detention but she threatened everyone with it and it was only fair)

Always skipped Pep Rallys and hung out in the Orchestra room instead. also ate lunch in one of the empty practice rooms behind the band hall with friends bc we could :)

got overly excited about black hole radiation and decided to ask my then science teacher about it and was SUPER disappointed when she didn't know anything about it (despite it being a fairly new concept at the time and she only taught middle school non-specific science)

Damian:

got put in theatre class to fill an empty spot on my schedule, enjoyed it IMMENSELY, got assigned "weirdo kid" role by the teacher for the end of year play. really went all out to play up the weirdo role. probably could have just been myself and it would've been enough.

managed to get into a Ceramics class without taking an applicable basic art credit first. the teacher thought it was weird but she didn't kick me out!

all three times I was asked out I turned them down brutally because I didn't really understand social convention. whoops. sorry dudes.

accidentally offended someone when I said that Art 1 was easy :/ (I think they thought I was saying art in general was easy, which. no. I was taking Art 1 as an online class and it was all the basic stuff about art I had learned from my older sis over the years)