#test out the accessibility options guys I swear a lot of them will make life better. I love them so muxh

[milfbro]

highest compliment I ever got was when a girl I'm family friends with (who lost her eyesight years ago) told me I was the most disabled non-disabled person she knew

[caramelcal]

Trained for Sin

Ship: Luke Patterson x Reader {fwb}

Word Count: 3.58k (i did not mean for this to be so long)

a/n: yes well...here’s this...(READ THE WARNINGS) enjoy lovelies x 

WARNINGS: friends with benefits theme, heavily implied sexual activities (not any proper smut though), swearing DO NOT READ THIS IS YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE THINGS!!!

disclaimer: i do not condone plagiarism on my work at all, this has not been posted on any other platforms, or on tumblr anywhere else but my account (rosemoonmist) if you see anyone plagiarizing mine (or anyone else’s work) please inform the rightful author ! thank you lovelies x

Masterlist   Part Two (optional)

The spontaneous meetings that you had with Luke were exhilarating, whether it be in a bed, on the kitchen counter, or in a public bathroom, it didn’t matter. There was a deal that you guys had made after your first hook-up, and mostly it was for Luke to just blow off steam but you certainly got its benefits too. Sure, it was very well-known that Luke was a bit of a fuck boy, but he didn’t like it going around school every time he had sex with a girl. That’s why he only did it with you, a way for him to have a release, but without the rumors or real commitment.

For the first two months, you were fine with that. You were more than fine with that. Yet, as the months went on, the adrenaline that you had experienced at the start of the deal was not as strong, what was stronger was your longing for more. Currently, that was all you felt as you looked at him.

He had his back turned towards you, you still wrapped up in the sheets of his bed, watching his back muscles flex as he grabbed and put his muscle tee back on. During your time with Luke, every single piece of attention he had was on you, and you liked that, but after he was finished, it was like you never even existed. You would normally get a few words, telling you that he would text you next time he needed you, and the occasional goodbye, but you wanted more.

Even though you and Luke never actually talked, you were always quite good at reading people. Luke was more difficult but the more you paid attention to his mannerisms, the way he walked, and the way he interacted with his friends you knew quite a few quirks that he did when he was feeling certain ways. That’s how you knew what to expect from him when you met up with him.

You weren’t entirely sure of the reason that Luke didn’t want a relationship but you often found yourself pondering it. Maybe he wasn’t ready for it, maybe he found himself too busy with the band but the most believable thing you had thought up was that Luke wasn’t the relationship type. He just wanted to fuck, no connections or attachments whatsoever and he got that with you, maybe that’s why he kept you around.

“I’ll text you later. Maybe we can meet up after band practice if you’re free,” Luke commented, not even turning to face you whilst he continued to pick up things, getting ready. He situated his beanie on his head, grabbing his flannel and a few other things before heading towards his bedroom door, “my mom and dad aren’t home, you can let yourself out. You have your key, right?”

Ah yes, your key. The key to Luke’s front door that he gave you after a month of you guys ‘seeing’ each other. He needed for you to be easy access, so if that meant giving you a key then so be it.

“Yeah,” You replied to the boy, who left without another word, much less saying goodbye. You were used to it unfortunately, Luke was often like this and only gave a goodbye if he was in an extra good mood, which wasn’t as often as you would have liked it to be. After hearing the front door shut, you sighed heavily, taking your time to get out of Luke’s bed, still very much nude, and making your way over to his dresser.

Opening it up, you reached for the back part, which was carefully hidden away from sight which contained extra clothes for you to wear if need be and after Luke had ripped your shirt off of your body, you felt that you probably should change into something new. Your hand lightly graced over the top of a sweatshirt that was Luke’s, one he had given you after ripping your shirt off the first time and you didn’t have anything to wear. You remembered the feeling of comfort you felt when you had it wrapped around your figure.

Just imagine if you could have that all the time. Like those girls from school that wear their boyfriend’s stuff.

But you knew that couldn’t happen, not with Luke. You guys had a deal, there were no feelings or attachments so you couldn’t afford to be fantasizing about a romantic life with him. You guys were friends with benefits, but you were barely even friends.

. . .

“Listen, I’m telling you y/n, this new teacher is evil,” Your friend complained, grunting at the end of her sentence. Laughing a little, you looked over at her as you arrived at your lockers, “he gave us a pop quiz on his first day. THE FIRST DAY!”

You winced slightly for her. If the teacher was willing to give her a pop quiz on the first day, you can imagine thorough tests in her future, and a lot of them. Putting your last lesson’s books in your locker, you turn towards your friend again, “That sounds rough.”

“It is,” She agreed, shaking her head wildly as she closes her locker over before checking her watch, “I’m late for class though, and you’re going to be too. I’ll see you later.”

With that, she walked away, leaving you to pull out the textbooks you needed for your next subject before closing your locker over, “Hey.”

Your eyes shot up towards the voice as you jumped back away from them in fright before realizing who it was. Luke. He wasn’t wearing his usual beanie, and instead was keeping his hair plain and messy, just like it was after sex, sweat making the strands stick to his forehead.

Eyes trailing down to your books, you muttered quietly, “I thought it was part of the deal that we don’t talk in school.”

“It is but you weren’t replying to my texts and I really needed you last night,” Luke sighed, making you raise an eyebrow at him, not that he noticed. It had been three days since the day you had let yourself out of his house and since the last time you guys had interacted in any sexual activities.

You had been waiting for the text that he would send that night, getting you to get over to his house after band practice but the more you waited, the more you thought about it. It had gotten to the stage you were checking your phone for any new notifications every few minutes, and finding yourself more and more relieved when the notification never came. Sure, you had found the whole friends with benefits great at the beginning but you started to long for a more...romantic relationship. And you certainly wouldn’t class fucking Luke in a public bathroom romantic.

“Sorry,” You sighed unapologetically, eyes never moving up to meet Luke’s eyes which stayed firmly on you, watching as you fumbled with your textbooks, “I didn’t see your messages.”

That was a blatant lie but Luke didn’t need to know that. You had seen his message pop up on your phone screen last night, but you never bothered to tap into it or to reply. You found yourself pushing you away from your phone, keeping it further than arms distance s your hands didn’t work against you, and message him back, so that you didn’t end up over there, tangled up in his sheets whilst he walked out on you again.

“Well I have a band performance tonight, I can text you the address and you can meet me there, we can head back to mine?” Luke suggested, leaning coolly against the lockers as he spoke, seeing a hesitant and faint nod coming from your ducked head. A smirk arose onto his face as he spoke quieter, leaning closer to you, “Or we can go into the janitor’s closet right now.”

Head whipping up to look at him, his hazel eyes meet your widened ones, his smirk growing even bigger. He pushed himself off of the lockers, hands in the pockets of his jeans but you took one step backward and further away from him, shaking your head, “I’m late for class.”

“Oh come on y/n,” Luke tried to coerce, giving you a small groan with a pout. He reached out for your arm, grabbing it softly and giving you a small tug closer to him but you stayed firmly planted on the ground you stood on.

Luke was good at a lot of things, and normally you would cave but not today. Sure, you wouldn’t be completely objected to meeting up with him later, even if you didn’t completely want to but you would not do it with him right now. He had gotten good at getting what he wanted from you, but he would not be getting this, no matter how many pouts and puppy eyes he gave you.

“No.”

Luke pouted again, giving you a mocking pout but you averted your gaze making him whine a little, “Oh y/n/n, you’re no fun.”

Turning on your heels you started to walk away from him, noticing how deserted the hallways were, and suddenly realizing just how late for class you were. However, you didn’t speed up, walking calmly as you shouted over your shoulder, “Send me the address for your gig, Patterson.”

. . .

Logically, you knew that walking to the venue that Luke was playing at was the best option considering he would be driving you to his place. You knew that your car would most likely be abandoned at the venue if you did take it, and Luke probably wouldn’t give you a ride to get it afterward so you decided to walk instead. That’s probably why you arrived a little too early, Luke still performing when you got there.

You couldn’t dispute that Luke was a very talented musician but you guys never spoke about his band or the work he did for it. You knew that music would forever come first to Luke, over everything and anything as that was what he was truly passionate about, and seeing him in his element finally was nice.

Somehow, he managed to find you in the crowds, subtly smirking at you but only so you could tell. His eyes didn’t stay on you too long, and you weren’t too sure if that was because he didn’t want anyone to catch on or if he simply didn’t care but you were thinking the latter. You were just technically a ‘booty call’ after all, even if the term made you feel sick.

Thankfully, it wasn’t long before they all finished up and people filed out of the venue. You, of course, waited behind, knowing that Luke would not want to be seen getting into a car with a girl so you awkwardly waited about. It wasn’t long before the venue was practically empty, and you felt a ping of a notification causing your phone to vibrate.

go to the bar and ask for my keys, they know to give them to you

You texted back an okay before going to the bar and retrieving the keys, thanking the barman, and walking out to Luke’s car. There was only a handful of times that you had been in Luke’s car, actually, you could only count two. One was him driving you from where he met with you to a cafe because he left something there the previous day and one was from meeting up with you somewhere to go to his house.

You found yourself slouching down in the passenger seat of Luke’s car, head just peeking over the dashboard. The parking lot was pretty much abandoned, but you didn’t want to be caught by anyone in Luke’s car anyway, you couldn’t imagine Luke would be too pleased if you were.

Luke arrived out not long after, his hair slightly damp and you could only imagine that he had taken a shower out before meeting with you. How considerate. He took the car keys off of you, giving you a small thank you before he started up the car and started to drive without another word. You, personally, didn’t plan on breaking the silence, knowing that Luke did not like small talk so you weren’t about to start it.

Eyes trained on the road, you drummed your fingers on your thigh to the rhythm of the music that played quietly through the radio. That was until Luke pulled up at the side of the road. Confused, you furrowed your eyebrows and turned towards him, “What? Why did you stop?”

He turned towards you, giving you a small smile before caressing your cheek slightly and going into the backseat. From his position there, he leaned over and kissed you on the lips with a lot of force, grabbing at your shirt and tugging you softly towards him.

Breaking away from the kiss, you looked towards him knowing exactly what he was indicating. Opening your mouth in shock, you started to shake your head, “Luke we can’t do this in your car-”

“C’mon y/n, live a little.”

It wasn’t long until you clambered into the back of the car with Luke, him attaching your lips again but you felt him smirk into the kiss. He helped you out of your trousers and smirked at you, making direct eye contact as he did so. Then he ripped your top off and threw it to the side.

He was on top of you soon enough, one of your hands in his hair and one trailing down his back. You were both in minimal clothing, both with simply your underwear on. His hand left your waist side as he fumbled to get something from the pouch in his car, pulling out a condom.

Pulling away, you turn to look at the foil in his hands, your lips parting slightly. Luke put the foil down, but your eyes stayed on it as a hand hooked under your face. Your face was shifted up to make your eyes meet Luke’s hazel ones. He silently asked if you were okay, making you nod your head and send him a weak smile before he kissed you again. And there, another night with Luke begun.

However, today it was different. Sure, you felt the pleasure of having sex with Luke, but the adrenaline, the addictiveness wasn’t the same. It wasn’t as good as you remembered it. You thought that maybe you were just having an off day and you just weren’t really feeling it today but the more you thought about it the more unappealing it became. Luke was attractive for sure and you knew girls that would pay good money, betray their best friends and drop everything for the chance to fuck the hottest guy in school but the want wasn’t there for you anymore.

Breathing heavily, you felt Luke get up from his position on top of you, grabbing his jeans that had been disregarded under one of the seats, putting his shirt back on as he climbed back to the front. You looked at where he was, clearly waiting for you to get dressed and that’s what you did, hesitantly. However, you felt a blush rise to your cheeks in embarrassment as you thought about it. Shit.  

“Everything okay, y/n?” You heard Luke ask, eyes catching onto his through the rear-view mirror. Despite the dark lighting in the car hiding your deep crimson blush, he could still tell you were embarrassed.

“Luke I forgot to pack another shirt.”

His eyes went wide as you bit your lip, looking down at your lap, your arms crossing over your chest, trying your best to cover your naked torso. He quickly clambered out of the car, going into the trunk and getting something without another word before reaching into the car and passing you something. His sweatshirt.

E/c eyes meeting his hazel ones, you looked at him hesitantly, to which he moved the sweatshirt closer to you, encouraging you to take it. So you did. Once you were fully clothed, you moved back into the front of the vehicle, and Luke slid back into the driver's seat and started the car up without another word.

It wasn’t long before he took an unfamiliar turn, causing you to furrow your eyebrows, “Hey Luke, this isn’t the way back to yours. I think you took the wrong turn.”

“I’m not driving to mine, I’m taking you back home,” He commented, noticing but not commenting on the wide eyes and parted lips that you sent him way. He knew that he wasn’t the nicest guy, or the most affectionate, but did you really expect he would abandon you to find your own way home in the deep hours of the night?

But unknown to him, you did. You expected him to drive back to his, maybe have sex again, and leave you to find your own way home. Or if you were lucky, would drop you off on the main road, and walk half of the way home. However, you wouldn’t say that to him. You knew that Luke wasn’t a bad guy and you certainly didn’t want to hurt his feelings by saying something like that.

Once again, you both found your way into a silence that was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable, simply listening to the quiet playing of the music on the radio. It was some punk rock channel because you knew how much Luke despised mainstream stuff. The only other sound you could hear was the occasional passing car.

“Hey, Luke?” You piped up, breaking the silence that the car held, despite the radio playing softly in the background. He kept his eyes on the road as he took another turn simply humming at you to let you know that he was listening, “Thanks. For the sweatshirt, I mean.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just give me it back when you come over to mine next time,” Luke said nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on the road. Head ducking down, you simply nodded as you felt your stomach fall slightly, suddenly everything clicking into place.

You knew why you didn’t want to continue with Luke. You knew why you no longer enjoyed the sex anymore. And you knew exactly what you had to do.

. . .

It was the next day that you were sat outside of Luke’s house, apprehensive as to if you wanted to truly go through with this. Yet, you knew that you had to. With a parcel in hand, along with a small envelope containing a letter and your house key to Luke’s house, you walked up to the front of the house, going to place the parcel down. The overhang would protect it if it was to rain, or maybe you could just ring the doorbell and run away. Yet, in your moments of hesitation, the door was opened and you were faced with an older brunette woman.

“Oh hello, darling. Can I help you?” She asked, smiling sweetly at you. You knew exactly who this was, it was Emily, Luke’s mom.

“Yeah actually, you can,” You smiled sweetly at her despite your nerves, shifting front foot to foot. Despite knowing Luke for a while and being...involved with him for a few months, you had never actually met Emily before but just from the way she acted, you knew she was a great person. She was a real sweetheart to you anyway, “can you give this to Luke for me, please?”

“Luke is upstairs, you can give it to him yourself if you want,” She smiled back, stepping back almost silently inviting you to go into her house and deliver the parcel to Luke yourself.

However, that was the last thing you wanted to do. Having to awkwardly in person explain that you needed love and wanted romance, so you chickened out and wrote him a letter instead. But you knew that the letter would explain everything, and it would let Luke know that he didn’t do anything wrong, you couldn’t promise yourself that you would be able to do that in the heat of the moment. 

Profusely shaking your head, you held the parcel containing his sweatshirt out to her, “Oh no, no, no, I think it’s best I get on my way. I have stuff to do anyway. Thank you, Mrs. Patterson.”

“You’re welcome darling,” With that, she gave one last smile and you started to walk away, leaving her to close the door behind her. You made your way to the car, going in and sitting down but you just sat there for a few moments, looking over what just happened. Quickly, you pulled out your phone, going down to Luke’s contact and hovering over his name, thumb shaking wildly.

Biting your lip you quickly tap into it and block his contact. This was the way it had to be, you knew that. You knew that if he asked you to come over or if he texted you that you would cave because you were a sucker for his puppy eyes and always would be. It wasn’t a secret to you that you have feelings for him, it was always something you had considered even though it was firmly put that feelings were off the table. You just wished for him to hold you in his arms, to hug you, to kiss you with the same passion but also kiss you with tender love, to tell you that he loved you.

Yet, at the end of the day, you knew you couldn’t have him. He would never give you what you wanted, he wasn’t the hugging type; the date type. After all, he was trained for sin, and that was all he was willing to give. 

[ziaxkawaii]

Delinquent affection (Delinquent!Bakugou X Reader)

Pairing: Delinquent!Bakugou Katsuki X Reader

Length: 4,400 words.

Warnings: Swearing and possibly uncomfortable themes.

Summary: Your parents made it clear for you to stay out of trouble at school. You tried your best, but as a teenager, there's always trouble you can easily get caught in whether you liked it or not.

~It's said, that High school years will be the best years of your life...

~Perhaps for some, but to you right now it feels like endless suffering in some twisted mafia.

~You could precisely recall your father's words before he dropped you off to school on your first day. Before you could open the car door, he spoke:

~"Remember what we talked about. Don't get involved in any shady business and try to focus on school. I don't want my daughter to be a member of some street gang." You assured him that you had no interest of doing such things as you stepped out of the vehicle.

~"AND IF YOU'LL BE TALKING TO ANY BOYS!! YOU BETTER NOT-" You slammed the car door shut and went on your merry way.

~At the time you thought he was being overprotective and you still do to some degree, but now you can admit that you could have been at least a bit more careful or observant when it came to talking to certain people.

~Two months into your first year, you met most of the other first years and also became very good friends with some of them. You studied hard but you too had time for your friends. You would sometimes goof off but still kept it on the legal side (hopefully). You felt lucky as if nothing could ruin your happiness.

~That's what you thought before you encountered the person responsible for your current anxiety.

~Keiji Hatcher and his underlings....

~You heard from one of your friends that he was a second-year student who was no good news and that you should stay away from him. Or that was the rumor among the upperclassmen.

~You took their advice, but you ran into Keiji by the vending machine no one usually uses behind the school.

~At first he seemed just like any high schoolboy. But that image quickly turned into something else, when you kept on bumping into him. He teased you a lot and at one point it made you feel a bit uncomfortable, but you didn't exactly push him away.

~Day after day, his approaches got more touchy and pushy. You didn't return them as his only intention was to have you as his little pet, and you would never stoop that low. By now, you realized you didn't want to have anything to do with him, and you even told him to stop meeting you and that you've had enough.

~Keiji did not listen and instead brought his minions with him every time he talked to you. "Sweetheart, I thought it would have been nice to have some audience."

~No one knew about what Keiji was doing, and there really was no point in telling anyone, none of the teachers would believe you. Keiji was the son of one of the most respected teachers in the school, and he was a damn good actor when it came to covering up something, spreading lies, or explaining situations.

~You couldn't talk to your friends because they would probably think you were gross for hanging around with an older guy who treats his girlfriends as trash.

~And talking to your parents was out of the questions for obvious reasons. Leaving you nowhere to hide or seek comfort.

~That's how you've been living. Always on edge and checking every corridor before you walk out behind the corner, trying your best to stay out of his sight. Sometimes even that wasn't enough.

~This time he went too far...

~You were cowering next to the same vending machine you and Keiji met, crying and hiding away from the other students who still haven't left the school building, even when it was well past 5.30 PM on Friday. You hugged your topless torso tighter in hopes of either hiding yourself more or to just disappear from all existence.

~The only comfort you had at this moment was the lack of people and that Keiji was "generous" enough to only take your coat and shirt, leaving you in your bra while the bottom half of your uniform was still on. Thankfully.

~You attempted to dry your tears with one of your hands while the other arm covered your chest. You felt so humiliated, frightened, and exposed.

~"Why would he go this far?" You questioned while the tears kept on coming. You gave up on trying to dry your tears and started to rock yourself back and forth in hopes of helping yourself to calm down.

~"Why would someone do this?" You cried. You had no idea how to get back home. Your house was many miles away from the school, so you usually traveled by train or car. Your parents were on some business trip and they couldn't get you and you didn't feel confident to go on the train without a shirt. All of your friends already left school.

~With this realization, you felt trapped and out of options of what to do.

~"What am I going to do?..."

~"Oi! Why the fuck are you here?" You heard someone shout. You tensed up and hugged yourself even tighter out of fear. Footsteps probably belonging to the voice came closer until they stopped before you. You didn't dare to say anything nor to look up at the stranger.

~"Hey! I asked you a god damn question!" He shouted again and you started trembling profusely. What if he wanted to touch you too?!

~The blond male observed your hunched over being. He didn't notice it before, but now he could see that the girl in front of him didn't have any shirt and was clearly terrified of his presence. And if he looked close enough, he could even see a few hickeys on your neck.

~Bakugou stood up straighter and with a bit softer voice and expression, he spoke again. "Who did this to you?"

~You cautiously lifted up your head to look at the person speaking. Piercing red eyes looked into your own behind spiky but fluffy looking hair. The person had his hands in his pockets and a scowl on their face, but his eyes gave away that he was somewhat interested in what happened to you.

~You sniffled. "I-I can't tell you, or h- he might do something to get me b-back..." You whimpered as you lowered your gaze again.

~"So the bastard's him, huh." The male muttered mostly to himself but you heard him clearly.

~"Y-Y-You know him!?" You looked up to him again shocked.

~"I know that the guy is an asshole, but this is a new record for him." He said. "Don't get the wrong idea, I don't associate with that fucker even the slightest. We delinquents do our own thing."

~'Delinquents?...' You repeated in your head as you looked him over again.

~The blond male wore the school uniform, but he had styled it differently. His jacket was unbuttoned and instead of the usual white t-shirt underneath the jacket, he wore an orange t-shirt with a skull and explosions on it, without a tie. His ear was pierced and not only did he have a book bag, but he also had a second 'bag' strapped to his back that was more of a holder or a shield for a baseball bat or other sports equipment.

~Seemingly, he uses it to hold his weapon that the delinquents tend to carry with them at all times, judging by the shinai handle that was poking out of the top of the bag for easy access.

~He definitely is one of the school delinquents you've heard about, you couldn't deny. You thought you'd never meet them in person. Now the question is, what does he want with you? Why was he even talking to you in the first place?

~"W-Why are you here?..." You asked, not realizing that your tears had stopped flowing.

~"That's none of your business. Aren't supposed to be at home already? Calling your parents to come and get you?" To you, he sounded rude and impatient, but in reality, Bakugou was attempting to sound softer.

~He may be a delinquent, but he wasn't completely heartless.

~"I don't have anyone to call. I-I guess you could say that I'm trying to figure out how I'm gonna get home unnoticed." You admitted. You're already topless and embarrassed in front of a male stranger, mind as well throw a little more firewood to a house fire, right? It won't change anything.

~The blond male stood there silently while you were still crouched down. Now you realized that you oddly felt a bit better for some reason. You weren't shaking as much as before and your crying had stopped.

~Was it because you finally talked to someone about your problem and the stranger didn't make fun of your current state? You heard that the delinquents don't really care much about anything.

~Suddenly you heard the male shift a bit on his feet and it sounded as though he was shrugging something off, then you felt something being carelessly draped over your head and back. You jumped a bit from the surprise and looked up at the boy, now standing there without a jacket.

~He... He's letting you borrow his jacket?

~"Cover yourself up and go home." He growled out and began to use the vending machine next to you. You couldn't say anything. You just looked up at him in disbelief and he noticed your staring.

~"Are you deaf or something!? You don't need to stare like a creep." He shouted and it snapped you out of your daze. You quickly put the jacket on properly and buttoned all the buttons all the way. You picked up your book bag and you were ready to run off in the direction of the train station, but you stopped yourself before you could.

~The blond shifted his head to the side, questioning why you were still here. You had so much to say to him and questions to ask, but the only thing you could muster out was:

~"Thanks..." Before you ran off.

~~~

~The weekend went by in a flash. You did your best to study on an upcoming test, but here and there your mind shifted to the grumpy delinquent boy that lend his jacket for you to cover up. When those thoughts filled your mind, you often found yourself staring at the jacket that sat on your dresser.

~Thinking how generous it was of him to help you when you didn't even know each other. You didn't even know his name nor what year student he was.

~As Monday rolled around, you walked to school with the jacket in your book back for you to give back. If you can find him that is...

~Your day went on as usual. Attending classes, talking with friends on breaks, and then came lunchtime. For many, it was the best moment of the day, but you never looked forward to it no matter how hungry you were.

~Just as you got out of the classroom, an arm snaked around your waist pulling you along with them to the opposite direction of the cafeteria while whispering right next to your ear.

~"Did you have a nice weekend sweetheart?" Keiji teased with his sickly sweet tone. You shuddered in his hold and you tried to lean away from his face but his grip on your waist wasn't easing up.

~"I hate you..." You spit out and he only chuckled as he led you behind the school.

~"Ah ah ah~. Remember to watch that tongue, doll." He pulled you behind a corner and slammed you against the wall. His other friends emerged from behind the dumpster and were now surrounding you as you looked at Keiji's almost glowing eyes.

~"Now... where were we...?"

~That's how it went every time.

~After all of them left, you were left alone to fix up your wrinkled uniform and messy hair. While doing so, you looked at the time on your phone and sighed out of relief. Lunchtime wasn't over yet and won't be in a long time. Keiji stopped earlier than usual.

~"I guess he just wanted to only mess with me today..." You thought out loud as you fixed the tie around your neck and straightening the shirt collar to hide the new and old hickeys from other students.

~"OI!!" A familiar gruff voice called from behind you. You turned around and your eyes met fierce ruby eyes of a delinquent. Your momentary panic vanished as you realized that he was the guy who helped you last Friday.

~He wasn't wearing his uniform jacket which made you remember that you had it with you right now. You immediately started fumbling and digging through your book back for the item the blond male was probably waiting for. You pulled the gray jacket out, ready to give it back but he spoke and you jumped.

~"Why are you letting him do shit like this to you?" He asked and you looked at the ground ashamed and unsure while you unconsciously gripped the jacket tighter in your grasp. Should you tell him? Or maybe the better question was, Why should you tell him?

~He is a delinquent. They don't bother with the other students unless they benefit from it. What does he gain from helping you or asking you these questions? Wait... Why are you just now realizing that he probably witnessed or at least heard the whole thing happen a few minutes ago?

~"....."

~He was waiting for your response, but when you couldn't decide what you should say he spoke for you.

~"If you're not going to talk then that already by itself tells a lot." The blond stepped closer and you stayed put, clutching the jacket to your chest now.

~"If I had to guess... I bet he has something of yours that you can not give up for whatever reason or he knows an embarrassing secret about you, with that he uses you as he pleases because he knows you can't say no. If you did, he would break the 'pledge' or spill the secret." He was now standing directly in front of you while a bead of sweat began to form on your forehead.

~You looked away from him and down at the ground in shame and sadness. He saw right through you.

~"H- He has pictures of me..." You squeaked while still looking at the ground. You couldn't possibly look him in the face right now. "The day I finally decided that I've had enough, he practically ripped off some of my clothing with his gang and took embarrassing pictures of me. I saw them once and they look like straight out of a lewd magazine." Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you recalled the event.

~When you started high school, you didn't think it would turn out the way it did, and you didn't know exactly who to blame. Keiji or yourself.

~"If I don't do as he says. He will put those pictures into use and once he does, I'm completely done for." You finished. a Few tears now rolled down your cheek as you kept on thinking about the worst possible scenario that could happen if Keiji did what he said he would.

~It could/would ruin your reputation in school and it would only worsen if your parents heard about it. More and more scenarios went through your head and you finally snapped out of it as a napkin was thrown in your face. You flinched from the sudden attack and swiftly snatched the napkin before it fell to the dirty ground.

~You looked up and saw that the red-eyed blond was the one responsible for the gesture as he looked to the side. He clearly didn't know how to comfort someone sad.

~"Stop crying like a loser." He commanded and the look of slight embarrassment on his face looked almost cute to you. You smiled and wiped your tears into the napkin. "Crying doesn't suit you." You would've blushed at the comment, but your face was already red with tears so it wouldn't have made a difference. When you were done you realized you were still clutching his jacket.

~"Oh right, I almost forgot." You scrambled for the garment. "Thank you again for lending me your jacket, you practically saved me last Friday. Don't worry about it being dirty, I washed and ironed it." You outstretched the jacket and he took it from you by grabbing it from the collar and inspecting it for a moment before swinging it over his shoulder.

~With that out of the way, you repositioned your book bag on your shoulder and bowed to him as a last thank you. You turned around and walked around the corner to the nearest bench to eat your home packed lunch.

~Little did you know that as you ate, someone familiar was watching over you from a distance like a guard dog.

~~~

~Something felt odd...

~Forget that, something was off and it put you on the edge.

~It has been a whole week since you last saw Keiji or his minions. He hasn't dragged you to the boys' bathroom, the janitor's closet, or behind the school to have his version of 'fun'. You haven't even seen the guy in the halls nor anywhere in the school for that matter.

~You didn't mind that he wasn't around, quite the opposite, you were cheerful that he isn't here to breathe down your neck. But the whole issue was the reason why he wasn't here. The longest he has left you alone was two days, now it has been a whole week and you were now more nervous than ever.

~Was he planning something? Did he somehow find out that you talked to someone about your problem? But the last time you talked to the delinquent was more than two weeks ago! How could've he found out? Is he now going to get you back by sharing the photos!?

~The familiar feeling of anxiety crept upon you as you couldn't concentrate on the lesson that was currently being taught. The class was dismissed later than you would have liked and your other classmates headed out to grab lunch.

~You were wary as you stepped out of the classroom, looking both ways of the hall before leaving the classroom towards the cafeteria to eat with your friends. As you walked for a minute, there wasn't the usual pull on your wrist or waist you were used to on Mondays during lunch.

~It made you really wonder what was going on with Keiji, as you feared for your reputation, expecting the worst.

~"Didn't you hear? Hatcher is temporarily suspended." You heard a second-year female student speak from another table behind you. The name Hatcher caught your attention, so you pretended to eat your bento as you listened to the conversation.

~"No I didn't, I thought he was sick." a Boy spoke this time.

~"No he isn't. From what I heard, he and his friends were suspended for harassing a first-year student. Apparently it was so bad that Hatcher's friends got a two-week suspension but Hatcher himself got a two-month suspension! Can you believe that!" The girl laughed and the other students chuckled along.

~"Serves him right. He has been getting away with his disgusting actions for long enough. It's almost hard to believe that someone actually managed to rat him out. Guess Keiji felt overly confident." Another girl spits out.

~Your eyes were wide as saucers, as you comprehended the information you just heard. 'He's suspended?' You thought. You couldn't believe it, it was too good to be true.

~"Do you know who exposed him?" The boy asked and you focused your attention again.

~"Not a clue. Apparently someone gave the teachers a package with a note and a USB drive. On it was evidence of the assault and since Hatcher's and his friend's faces were clearly in the video, they were found guilty." The girl explained with a laugh.

~"How do you know this sort of stuff!!?" Someone in their table exclaimed and the girl just chuckled mischievously.

~"I have my ways~." She sang. The second-years kept on bickering while you sat there stunned.

~Someone gave the teachers the evidence in a package? Meaning even the teachers don't know who the 'rumor-monger' was. Who would go out of their way to keep their identity a secret? Who even knew about the assault anyways?

~Then it hit you like a brick and you hurriedly packed your stuff with little explanation to your friends as to why you were leaving. You blindly ran through the school halls, courtyard, and on the rooftop of the school looking for the boy. With no success.

~Then you remembered that he was a delinquent and that they don't hang around in the places where the other students would. You hit yourself on the forehead with a giant L and bolted down the stairs, beginning to run to the back of the school where you always saw him.

~Soon you were out of breath and you leaned against the vending machine that no one usually used. You cursed your low stamina and prepared to run off again when a figure emerged out of nowhere.

~"Oi! What are you doing here?"

~'Of course it's always him who finds me.' You humored in your mind as you straitened up and turned to the blond boy. He had his usual annoyed look on his face with his hair pointing in every which direction and his hands were buried in his pockets.

~His tone of voice sounded pretty normal, but you swore you could identify a tone that told you he was half expecting you to show up sooner or later. You walked over to him and he eyed you wearily with his ruby eyes.

~"It was you... I know It was you!" You told him and he stayed put. "You exposed Keiji of his wrongdoings and got him suspended." You exclaimed in shock that he actually managed to do it but also in gratefulness that he went out of his way to do so. The blond smirked for the first time in front of you as he huffed.

~"He was a disgusting extra who thought he had everyone wrapped around his fingers. Not only did that bastard harass girls, but he also often got me and my friends in trouble. So when I heard about what he was doing to you, I recorded evidence of him right in the act for a couple of days and gave it to the teachers to handle the rest. Simple and easy." He explained as he shifted his weight on one foot and lifted his hand in the air to further showcase how simple his stunt was.

~"So you're telling me you did it because you wanted him off your back and not mine?" You inquired half-joking and half-serious, not even caring about the fact that he had been recording you. He looked to the side blushing a faint pink.

~"He was a complete asshole, I would have done it even if he didn't bother us, so I could watch him suffer for his actions. You happened to be just the perfect reason to use as an example." You blushed at his words and smiled slightly. Then you realized something and your smile fell.

~"But he still probably has the photos! H- He still could get his revenge and-"

~"I already took care of it." He stopped your panicking by placing a hand on your head, making you stand still. "Me and my pals confronted him and made him spill what devices he stored the photos in he took of his victims. We stole his phone and also his friends' phones and broke them. He was too confident that no one would find out that he didn't save them anywhere else. a Moron move if you ask me." He further explained and you calmed down under his surprisingly gentle touch.

~"So... I'm finally free?" You questioned to confirm just in case.

~"That's right, whatever he tries, you don't need to do shit." He smirked and lifted his hand off and buried it back into his pocket. Your smile returned and you couldn't hold the laughter in as you giggled from happiness.

~Finally it's over. Now you don't need to do gross things with him and you can now wake up without worry every day.

~"I owe you so much!" You said while laughing and he 'tch'ed.

~"What can someone like you offer to a delinquent who can get anything from other students just by intimidating them?" He challenged. You dug into your bag and pulled out an unopened bento box.

~"For starters, I can offer you this extra bento I made." You offered it to him and he lifted his brows as he took it. "I was supposed to give it to my friend but she wasn't at school today, so you can have it, plus I doubt you have your own lunch." You dug out your own and walked to the old-ish bench next to the vending machine and sat on it, he eyed the green container once more before following your lead and sitting on the opposite end of the bench to begin eating.

~You were right. He, in fact, didn't have lunch to eat today.

~You sat there in a newfound peace as the birds in a nearby tree happily chirped. You smiled. For the first time in a while, you felt at ease and able to breathe. Feel as free as the bird in that tree or in the sky.

~It was funny. You were eating lunch next to a delinquent who has a reputation as an intimidating and violent person, but you felt safe. In reality, the delinquents are people too and they only attack if someone approached them first.

~'He is interesting for sure.' You thought as you scooped more rice in your mouth.

~"What's your name?" He suddenly spoke and you looked at him. Oh right, you don't even know each other's names.

~"My name is (L/N) (Y/N), and you are?"

~"Bakugou Katsuki."

[storysims]

DISCOVER UNIVERSITY - CAS REVIEW 📚📝

Did anyone else see videos from Sims Camp exclaiming that this was literally the best create-a-sim EVER? I definitely saw a few float across my YouTube homepage, and was kind of like... Sure Jan. We’ll see about that.

They weren’t entirely wrong... It’s pretty damn good y’all. There’s still some definite flaws, but major props to the sims team for a seriously awesome bunch of new content. 👏

I was provided with an early access copy of Discover University to review via the EA Game Changers program!

I actually had to stop myself while writing this and close photoshop, because I took ENTIRELY too many pictures. (Over 100, if you must know). Without my self control, we’d be here all day while I showed off my favorites from every angle and yelled in all caps about textures.

So, obviously, I’m not going to show everything. It’s better this way, I swear. 😂

I know a lot of people were really excited about the hair in this pack. And I like it! It wasn’t life changing for me, by any means. But there’s some awesome hairs in here that I’ll definitely get a lot of use out of. 

Nothing was too stylized, so it’s all great for the everyday, average sim to wear.

I swear to god, EA hired a CC creator. Fess up, whoever you are. I know you’re out there. I’M ONTO YOU. 

So many items, especially in female CAS, look like they were created by the community. And I mean that in the best way possible. It all looks... Cool. Which, sorry, is just not EA’s usual style, bless their hearts. 

I’m always looking to cut down on how much CC I need in my game, and this pack alone took easily half of my content out. 

This is university, so obviously we’re going to get some branded swag. I’m a giant sucker for stuff like this, so it’s right up my alley. GO FOXBURY! 🦞

The best part though is that all of these have plain swatches. Don’t want to rep your school? No problem! There’s solids for the poor losers who go to Britechester and are afraid to show it. 

Guys, as usual, seem to get the short end of the stick. Sure, they can look cute in their little cardigan and blazer, but as @wildlyminiaturesandwich​ said - “how is my poor male sim supposed to rep his uni while he's out for a morning jog?“

Apparently, he’s just not.

It’s worth noting that there are some clothes that have a color scheme clearly inspired by the two universities, but inspiration doesn’t make for a perfect match.

Someone at EA heard we needed jeans, and my god did they deliver.

They managed to give us 4 new pairs of jeans for the ladies (and another 2 for men, but they actually fit the female frame!), that are all different. Even down to the pockets, texture, and detailing - they’re all unique. 

We’ve gotten a lot of jeans that have the same mesh with a new texture on top, and these are definitely not that. It honestly might be my favorite part of CAS. Finally, some variety in the denim department!

Sorry, but I hate the new piercings. I hate them so much. Outside of looking at them when I first loaded into CAS, I’ve refused to touch them. The thought of putting them on a sim to take pretty review pictures was... Not great. Hence the ugly CAS screen of poor Lilith above.

Not only was there a serious missed opportunity to give us a wider variety of maybe more popular piercings (ex: septum, nose ring, etc), the nose studs are glitchy as hell.

Unless your sim has a perfectly formed little CAS preset nose, they’re going to have a lovely metal SPIKE sticking out of their piercing. I feel like this gets said every pack, but who was responsible for QA testing these? They failed. 

And to all of my fellow piercing wearers out there, I pose the question - do you take your nose ring out when you sleep? Work out? Go outside in hot or cold weather? That’s right - the wearability tags on these are freaking bonkers.

You can, of course, adjust the filters so all the piercings show up all the time. But good grief, it’s just annoying and unnecessary. 

Total CAS items in Discover University:

four male hairs, seven female, and two unisex

five hats and eight piercings

two school themed facepaint options

fourteen tattoos - at the wrist, arms, ankles, and back of neck

eighteen female tops, seventeen for males

ten female bottoms, three male, seven unisex

eleven full body outfits for females, one for males, two unisex

I feel like it goes without saying, but there’s no new content for toddlers or children in this pack.

I’m personally okay with that - like it or not, this pack isn’t about them. But I’d sure as hell love an education revamp for the little ones, EA. Please and thank you.

While I’d never recommend buying a pack, especially an EP, purely for the CAS items... This is the closest I’d ever come to saying it.

tldr; this pack’s CAS is a major win from me. 👏

[pricklerick]

magnum opus

Quick disclaimer: I don’t usually post warnings on my blog, but I’m going to now - this is a ficlet/summary of a huge Rick and Morty story that I’m completely unqualified to write. DEAD DOVE; DO NOT EAT. Guys, this is dark. Trigger warnings for incest, underage sex, pregnancy loss, postpartum depression, attempted suicide.

I’ll preface by saying that this is a story that’s been bouncing around in my brain for a while now. But I don’t feel that I have the maturity or life experience to tackle the subject matter and do it any justice at all. These are heavy topics that have affected many people, and the last thing I’d ever want to do is exploit them, minimize them, or misrepresent them.

So, if you choose to continue, know that you are responsible for the media that you consume, and know that the things I write (or the perspective of the characters that I write) do not necessarily reflect my personal opinions.  

Okay, that being said, have an angsty fic summary!

Morticia (known as Tish) and her Rick have been fucking for years. Tish knows that to Rick, she’s an easy lay - an accessible warm body at best. But to Tish, Rick is everything.

She’s seventeen, and Rick gets really antsy about an adventure to a universe where space herpes is airborne. He insists that Tish get a series of ridiculously painful alien vaccinations that leave her shaky and nauseated for a week. Tish puts up with it, because Rick gets what Rick wants, and Rick wants a very specific isotope of Nihonium that can only be found on Space Herpes’ Andromeda galaxy. Once Tish is feeling better, Rick drags her off to spend a single afternoon harvesting rocks. The whole thing goes off without a cinch for once, and Tish totally forgets about it.

But it’s not long before Tish starts feeling off again. She’s exhausted, can’t eat or sleep, and one night when Rick grabs her tits and squeezes just like she needs him to, Tish screams at the sensitivity.

Rick stops cold and just looks at her, that same look that he gives to a gadget that’s not behaving how he wants, and in that moment, something grows cold in Tish’s stomach.

She knows.

She takes test after shitty drugstore test, spends close to $100 at the gas station down the street. On her third trip, the cashier looks at her in undisguised pity, and Tish has to stop herself from punching him in the face.

“Rick, I think I’m pregnant.”

She doesn’t think, she fucking knows. Rick’s face stays carefully blank. He keeps tinkering with the android in front of him, the only sign that he even heard a quick blink and the subtle movement of the muscles of his throat as he swallows hard.

“Rick?” she prompts.

“Jeezus, Tish, I’m old, not deaf. Fucking heard you the first time.”

She huffs, lets her left hip rest against the countertop where he’s working, folds her arms across her chest to hide her shaking hands.

Rick sighs, swiping the goggles up so that they catch in his hair. “Not a problem,” he says evenly, carefully looking in any direction but to her.

Tish blinks. She’d expected… more. An explosion, a few curse words, hell, even some pointed fingers.

Rick is reaching for a drawer, pulls out a syringe that’s filled with a vicious purple fluid. “I mean, really Tish, there’s a whole— a whole multiverse of options out there. And you - you still insist on using fu-fucking horse piss!”

He’s coming at her with the needle. Tish’s body reacts before her brain even comprehends the situation, and she backhands Rick hard enough to send him stumbling. The syringe shatters on the floor, and Tish gasps, her hand stinging from the impact.

Rick is looking at her, both hands supporting his weight on the countertop. His chest is heaving. He spits blood, glaring at her, and Tish’s heart sinks to her toes.

"Fine,” he hisses. “You wanna play Mommy? Wanna tell your mother that you’re pregnant at seventeen? Knock yourself out, baby. I’ll fucking let you. At least nobody will think twice about your retard baby - you’re dumb as rocks, Tish, stupider than dirt.  And when this crashes and burns, like I know it will, when you’re in over your head and you hate yourself and that little mutation of genetic material that’s percolating in your gut like a goddamn tape worm, you remember this.” Rick looms over her, leaning so close that Tish can smell bile on his breath. “You remember that Grandpa Rick fucking told you so.”

And in a swirl of vivid green, he is gone.

Weeks go by and Tish is as sick as a dog. Beth is too busy grieving the loss of her dad to notice Tish’s hollow eyes and vacant expression; in fact, Beth seems to blame Tish for Rick’s disappearance.

And she’s right to, Tish thinks.

Tish doesn’t say anything. She loses a lot of weight - her cheeks are hollow and her jeans hang from her hips. All the while, she replays Rick’s words over and over again…

You’re dumb as rocks, Tish.

Tish knows she’s sick in the head. It’s sick to fall in love with your abusive grandfather, and even more sick to sacrifice everything for your abusive grandfather’s incest-baby. Tish can’t explain it. She’s always been good for nothing - not much to look at, useless at school, no real talent to speak of.

And then, one night when she was thirteen, Rick drunkenly grabbed her hand and dragged her through a portal, and Tish found her purpose.

She was good at playing side-kick. Dumb enough to shield Rick from his enemies, just smart enough to do (mostly) what she was told, and unquestionably devoted. Like an animal, she overheard Rick say once. Throw her a treat every now and then and she’ll come running.But Tish had thrived with Rick, despite everything. She followed him, pandered to him, drunk-sat him, memorized all of his quirks and habits. And when she was fifteen and neither of them could deny the draw of their bodies any longer, Tish had given herself to him, had quaked and keened beneath him as he mapped her with his hands and lips and tongue…

Tish was Rick’s, as sure as she was anything, and Rick, Rick was everything. And now, she had a part of him. A little piece of Rick, growing inside her.

Rick and Tish, forever and ever.

Tish is stupid, but she knows this much - if she does nothing else in her life, nothing at all, she’s going to do this. She’s going to leave her mark on the world, her mark and Rick’s.

She’s going to have this baby.

Still, that’s a hard thing for a seventeen year old to articulate, and Beth is less than supportive. Tish says nothing. She just dwindles away until one morning, 84 days after Rick left, she passes out in the middle of remedial algebra and wakes up in an ambulance. The paramedic refuses to hear Tish’s pleas of “low blood sugar; I skipped breakfast,” and Tish finds herself ushered into the ER, complete with ass-baring gown and oversized hospital socks.

“Congratulations,” the idiot in the white coat says, hardly glancing up from his clipboard. “You’re going to be a mom!”

Tish tunes him out as he prattles along about ultrasounds and hyperemesis gravidarum and dangerously low potassium levels. He tells her that she’ll be monitored overnight, and that her parents have been notified.

She must have fallen asleep, because when she wakes, holy fuck, Rick is there, staring at her with glittering eyes. Above her, Tish hears the blip-blip-blip of the heart monitor as it speeds.

Rick’s eyes never leave her face, but his hand snakes under her blanket, searching. He skims past her cunt, pausing as if to linger there, but then settles northward, fingers slaying wide over Tish’s pelvis as he palms the barely-there knot that rises beneath the dip of her hipbones. Tish’s whole body trembles. There’s something feral in Rick’s eyes, something deliciously possessive about the heat of his hand against Tish’s clammy skin.

“You’re an idiot,” Rick tells her solemnly.

I know, she starts to say, but it comes out as a moan.

The secret is out. Beth is casually disappointed in Tish for “repeating the same mistakes,” but admits that she hadn’t expected much better from her younger daughter. Rick explains away his absence with a bombastic story, complete with waving hands and drunken sound effects, and things go back to normal.

Rick refuses to talk about the baby. Tish only brings it up once, to let Rick know that she’s decided on adoption. He grunts and shrugs, and that’s that.

But Tish notices Rick watching her out of the corner of his eye. When they’re on adventures, Rick seems to move a little slower, to make more space for Tish, and once, Tish swears Rick shifted his body between her and and a hostile Gromflomite, almost as if he were protecting her.

And the sex.

The sex.

Rick worships her body in a way he never has before. At first, Tish assumes it’s because her tits are a little fleshier, but that’s not it. Rick can hardly keep his eyes and hands off of her, is always eyefucking her in the kitchen at breakfast, or cupping her ass as he slides past her in the hallway. He catalogues the changes in her body with his tongue, undressing her slowly, even massaging her lower back after a grueling day. When she doubles over at the dinner table with round ligament pain, Rick is in her room that evening, massaging her belly with a special alien oil. When her jeans won’t button, he takes her to an intergalatic shopping mall. He bitches the whole time, but he parades Tish around with his hand on the small of her back, and nobody bats an eye.

Tish loves it and loathes it. She basks in the glow of the moment, then cries into her pillow at night. It’s stupid to romanticize these little moments with Rick. He’s capable of altruism when it suits him, but it’s not like he loves her or anything.

Tish knows that she can’t keep this baby - she can’t raise a child alone, and, selfish as she is, she won’t give up her life with Rick.

She can’t.

But this baby, Rick’s baby… it deserves more than a shitty life on a deadbeat, backwater planet.

And Tish can give it that.

So with Rick’s reluctant help, Tish selects an off-planet adoption agency that is willing to place humans. She interviews potential families in her spare time. “I have an appointment,” she’ll announce, and Rick will sigh, blast a portal into the wall, and accompany her to the office. He hangs around, hovering at her shoulder until the receptionist calls her in, and then he disappears without a word. When the meeting ends, Tish finds a portal waiting for her in the corner of the reception area, and Rick tinkering in the garage.

They don’t talk about it.

There are more things that I’d like to work in here, but honestly, guys, I’m just not gonna. This is a fic that deserves some real life experience and at least 100k words, and I can offer neither. I want to hit on Tish’s lack of self worth - at this point, she’s living for this baby, because she views it as an extension of Rick. To Tish, this kid is the only thing of worth that she has to offer the world, and it’s the fact that it’s Rick’s, not hers, that she thinks is important.

On Rick - he loves Tish, in his own twisted way. He’s not at all interested in the baby, but because Tish is, he’ll play along. The idea of anything happening to Tish is absolutely unacceptable to him, and he was totally monitoring her (and the baby) while he was away. He couldn’t help himself. That’s why he came back when Tish was hospitalized. He wanted to make sure that Tish wasn’t going to kill herself trying to have this kid. And he missed her.

I don’t want to shy away from the darker aspects of the story. Namely, the incest and abusive/unhealthy relationship that Rick and Tish have. I imagine Tish worrying about the potential for genetic abnormalities, and wondering about the ethics of addressing this with potential parents. Maybe she brings it up to Rick one day, and he immediately whips up a little gadget and scans their baby (I really like the idea of Rick performing an amniocentesis, but I don’t know if that’s a little too much). But either way, I imagine Rick saying, “She’s fine,” and Tish just bursting into tears, because their baby is going to be just perfect, and also, it’s a girl.

And Rick just kind of fingering Tish’s hair and tolerating her crying it out.

Pregnancy kink. Rick is a kinky bastard, and I think a huge part of him is going to be hella turned on by the changes in Tish’s body. She’s literally growing a part of him. His baby’s baby is having his baby. It’s fucked up and it’s science, and Rick is gonna be so here for it. I’m not a smut writer, but I would love somebody who is to just take this and run with it.

It’s going to start with sex, but eventually, the further along Tish gets, the more possessive Rick is going to be of Tish. Yeah, it’s kind of hot that his granddaughter is carrying his child under their family’s nose, but there’s probably a deeper part of Rick that is just screaming for acknowledgement and absolution. THIS IS MINE. SHE IS MINE. I want to see jealous, anxious, overbearing Rick. And as this thing forces them to confront some ugly truths, I want to see that possessive, kinky, fucked up side of Rick soften into something that’s more protective and positive. I want to see him openly praise Tish’s body, and then eventually, praise Tish. I want him to slow down when she needs him to slow down and create space for her when she needs space. I want attentive, careful, gentle Rick.

But guys, Tish is going to lose this baby.

She’s like eight months along and begging Rick for a real adventure. She feels good, and she’s tired of sitting on her ass. And some stupid little thing goes wrong. Maybe she misreads a situation, or mishandles a weapon, or uses the wrong code word. And she falls, or maybe she takes a bullet and then she falls.

But she loses the baby.

Tish is not okay. This is postpartum depression meets miscarriage guilt. She blames herself for losing Rick’s baby. For eight months, this is all she’s lived for. She knew that this was her one shot, her one opportunity to leave a mark on the world.

And it was Rick’s baby. The thought of destroying anything of Rick’s is just unbearable to Tish, and it’s her fucking fault. She is useless on an adventure, and more than that, her stupid body is useless, sacrificing her baby to keep her alive.

Rick is fine once he realizes that Tish is out of danger, so Tish tries to be fine, too. She takes a week or two of bed rest, but she can tell that Rick is uncomfortable acknowledging her loss, so Tish tries to let it go. She goes on adventures, forces a smile, makes herself get out of bed and come to meals.

Meanwhile, Rick is kind of coming to his own conclusions. I imagine him holding the body of his daughter and thinking how perfect she is, how tiny, and how she looks exactly like Tish. And that thought, the thought of this tiny little Tish that could have been running around on some planet… well, that stings a lot more than Rick thought it would.

I mean, he’s okay. He doesn’t need another daughter, and he sure as hell doesn’t need a great granddaughter. He looks over at Tish, resting pale-faced in an alien hospital bed, and he hears the blip-blip of the heart monitor, and he knows that he’s complete.

But still, he can’t help but wonder, and something in his chest throbs as he does.

But Tish bounces back as well as he could have expected. Sure, Rick sees the shadow in her eyes, but when she grips his hand and says, “Where are we going today, Rick?” he answers her, because that’s so much easier.

Tish is fucking drowning. I’m not sure what the tipping point will be, maybe just a tiny misunderstanding with Rick, or a bad grade, or a joke about teen pregnancy at school. But she’s done. She’s fucking done.

She tries to slit her throat in the bathtub.

Once again, she awakens in an alien hospital, and once again, Rick is staring at her with glittering eyes.

And he’s pissed.

“That’s the second time I’ve found you in a pool of your own blood,” he says. He’s gripping her hands too tight, baring his teeth and hissing. In the dim hospital light, he looks absolutely feral, and Tish is terrified.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers hoarsely.

Rick’s face crumples, and something inside of her shatters at his disappointment. “I’m sorry!” Tish wails over and over, tears running hot down her cheeks.

She’s sorry for everything.

Rick crawls into bed with her, monitors be damned. Tish is crying so hard that she can barely breathe, and suddenly, Rick is there, curling around her, tucking his face into her neck and burying his fingers into her hair.

“Shh, shh,” he shushes her. He holds her tight, murmuring senselessly in her ear as she babbles to him. It all comes out, all of Tish’s fears and failures, like the bursting of a dam. Tish couldn’t stop it if she tried. Rick never says a word, but his grip around her tightens, his fingers working little patterns into her skin as she speaks.

“Fuck,” he breaths as Tish runs out of steam.

“I’m sorry!”

Rick sits up. “Don’t!” he hisses, then looks away, as if ashamed. Tish tenses, but before she can respond, Rick reaches for her hand and squeezes tight.

“If I have to hear you say you’re sorry one more goddamn time…”

Tish bites back an apology.

Rick swallows hard, clears his throat. His fingers twitch in the way that Tish knows means he misses his flask. She notices for the first time that Rick isn’t wearing his lab coat. He’s still sitting up in the bed, gazing at the floor as if he can’t bear to meet her gaze.

“Do you know… Tish, do you have any idea - fuck. Don’t - don’t ever, Tish. Please, don’t ever make me do this again. I - I can’t…”

He breaks off, shoving a fist into his teeth and grimacing, and the image is so incongruous with the Rick Sanchez that she knows that Tish can’t help but reach for him. He pivots at her touch, and there are actual tears in his eyes.

“Tish, it’s you, baby. Just you. You’re… you’re the only - the only good thing. All the rest of it, the adventure, the science… It fucking doesn’t matter, okay? Nothing matters.”

Tish’s breath catches.

“No, you’re still not…” Rick makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever done, the only thing I’ve ever... ever… Fuck!” He throws his hands in the air. “You’re... you’re my magnum opus, okay? You complete me.”

“Oh,” says Tish stupidly.

“Yeah, ‘oh,’” Rick mocks. He’s flushed, biting his lip and running his fingers through his wild hair. “I can’t believe… just, just, Tish,” he looks at her now, dead serious, “Don’t make me say it again, okay?”

Don’t make me lose you again. Please.

“Okay, Rick,” she agrees, crawling into his lap and tucking her head under his chin.

And like, things aren’t magically okay. It’s never a healthy relationship. Tish never gets over losing her baby, and Rick never mentions it again. But there’s something about Rick calling Tish his “opus magnum” that really satisfies me in a way that no fic I’ve read has yet. And I like to think that they are a tiny bit more open now, or at least, they know each other better. Tish might never have any self-worth, but she knows that Rick values her, and that’s the best feeling. And Rick is a little softer with Tish, and he never quite loses that protective streak that he picked up while she was pregnant.

[spectraspecs-writes]

Korriban - Chapter 85

Link to the masterpost. Chapter 84. Chapter 86.

@averruncusho @ceruleanrainblues @chubbsmomma thank you for reading, you get a tag. @skelelexiunderlord thank you for support, you get a tag.

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Well, maybe I don’t have to get into the Sith Academy as a student. I mean, sure, I don’t do things the Jedi way, but I’m not a terminal asshole either. I’ll stand out there like a rancor in a pottery shop. Sure, I’m chaotic enough, but I’m not horrible, and all these Sith jerks are, well, jerks. So getting into the Academy as a student is not going to be the first thing I try. First thing I’m going to try? The front door.

Outside the very large front door is a Sith trooper, which I expected, and another Academy student, which I didn’t. He’s got a medallion, the same as Shaardan and Lashowe, and he’s got the same arrogant asshole vibes that they did. He seems to be tormenting three prospective Sith students, but he’s not physically doing anything to them. Two humans, one Aqualish. There are two more on the ground next to them, collapsed from heat exhaustion, at a guess. And no one’s doing anything about it? Wow, definitely terminal assholes. Okay, Star Map, hell, I can’t just leave these people to suffer.

When I try to help the two humans - just going in order - they don’t want anything to do with me. One even scowls at me - “You’ll get your turn soon enough, fool,” he says, struggling, “And when you do” - he coughs - “I will be there, laughing as you collapse from… heat exhaustion and Mekel’s beatings!”

The Aqualish is friendlier, but still struggling. “Please…” xe says, “I have to stand at attention… ... don't distract me, whoever you are.”

“Why?” I ask, trying to offer xer some water, but xe turns it down, “Why do you have to do this?”

“I… I'm trying to prove my worth to enter the Sith academy, here,” xe says, “We were told that if we stood here long enough… we would be worthy.”

“Seems like not much to do to be worthy of anything,” Jolee says, “How long you been up to it?”

“We've been here…” xe pants, “… for so many days. I'm so hungry! Some… some of us have died.” I thought they had just collapsed, but xe’s right - I can’t feel anything from them. “But I must be strong, I must! I will keep standing!”

I indicated the Academy student standing away from him. “Did he put you up to this?”

“Yes, Mekel,” xe says, “He… h-he said this was how we would prove our worth… I must be strong! Mekel… will find me worthy… soon, I hope…”

Okay, this is stupid and cruel, I’m taking things up with the commanding idiot over there. “Hey!” I shout at him, walking over to him, “Mekel?”

“What?” he asks, very unconcerned as he takes a drink of water.

“Why the hell are you making those guys stand there? You know they’re dying, right?”

“That is the whole point!” he says, “Personally, I think it's wonderful fun… those fools actually think that if they stand there long enough, I'll let them become a Sith. Idiots.” He scoffs. “A Sith is not a bantha, all endurance and no brains. A Sith would fight for his life, no matter the odds. If these rotgrubs are as stupid as they seem, then they deserve their fate!”

“Yeah, I know that, and you know that, but how the hell are they supposed to know that?” I say, “You and I both know this isn’t a test for them so much as it is you jacking off to your own power.”

“Oh, it's a test all right,” he says, “It's a test to see if they're actually fool enough to die. If they don't, however, I certainly wouldn't admit them just for that accomplishment.”

“Oh, what a sweet guy,” Carth says sarcastically, “You should get the Sith congeniality medal.”

“Why not just shoot them where they stand?” Jolee says, “It would at least be more direct.”

“Hmm,” Mekel hums idly, “It is a bit boring standing out here all day, however. I think I'll go for some dinner… it will be fun to think of them while I gorge myself. They'll still be here in an hour or two, surely.” He chuckles a bit. “I suggest you run along before I decide to make you part of the fun.” As if. He then just strolls back to Dreshdae, leaving these three here to die.

Well, not if I have anything to say about it. I go to the Aqualish first. Xe is pretty excited, as much as xe can muster. “You… you were talking to Mekel! I saw you!” xe says, “Where did he go? D-did he… did he tell you I was worthy?!”

“Hey, hey, relax,” I say, “You were never going to be, Mekel was tricking you. He’ll never let you into the Academy.”

Xe doesn’t want to believe me, but xe looks between me, Carth, and Jolee, sees the honesty on our faces. “Wh… what?” xe gasps, “I… I've wasted all this time!” I hand xer my water, and now xe takes it. Xe drinks almost the whole thing before dropping it, and the rest of the water spills into the dust. No big deal, I can get more water. “How could I have been so… foolish!” xe exclaims, “I could have died! I'll find another way in, I swear it! I'll show him! Thank you!” Xe stumbles away, back to Dreshdae. Whether xe joins the Sith or not, I at least spared xeir life now. Gave xer the chance to change xeir mind.

“Is… is it true?” the human on the end says, “Mekel is…?”

“Yes,” I say, “It’s all a trick. Mekel never intended to let you in.”

“Oh… oh!” he says, “All this…  for nothing…” He collapses into the dirt. Dead.

The last remaining refuses to believe me. “I won't listen to your manipulations!” he says, “I… I will make it into the academy! Just… just a few hours longer… just a few hours, surely…”

Jolee places his hand on my shoulder. “You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved, lass,” he tells me, “You tried. That’s all you can do.”

I hate it, but he’s right. We need to move on. I can save more people by finding the Star Maps, destroying the Star Forge, taking Malak down. It kills me, but I have to walk away. I have to get into the Academy. 

I walk up to the door. There’s no access panel, nothing to hack into. I lay my hand on the door, but it doesn’t respond to the Force. “Hey,” the Sith trooper says to get my attention, “You are neither a Sith nor do you bear the medallion of a student of this facility. Please leave at once.”

Okay, time to lie. “I’m so sorry,” I say, as earnestly as I can manage, “I think I dropped my medallion somewhere, I can’t find it anywhere. I promise, I’m a student, if you let me in I’m sure Master Uthar would recognize me.”

“You know, if you’re going to lie to me, you could at least try sounding like a Sith.” Damnit. “In order to get inside, you must be admitted to the Academy. That decision must be made by a Sith who has already been accepted, here. The final decision, however, remains with Master Yuthura. I believe she is currently at the cantina if you wish to seek her out. Now go.” Well, I guess I don’t really have an option. I have to be accepted as a student.

Yuthura is a Twi’lek name, and I think I saw a Twi’lek in the cantina. Didn’t pay any attention to her because I was focused on Carth. She’s still in the cantina when we get back there, isolated in the back. Like she used the Force to tell anyone who got close to go away. And when I get within that circle it becomes pretty clear that’s exactly what she did. She’s purple, which isn’t a common color for Twi’leks. Blue and green are more common. She’s very attractive, but I don’t think she swings my way, assuming she swings at all. So flirting isn’t the best avenue of approach. I think I’m just going to have to pretend to have left the Order.

I casually get close to her, but since it’s apparent to her that her “don’t bother me” circle isn’t holding me off, she addresses me before I get very close. “Is there something you need, Jedi?” she asks gruffly, “Make it good, for I have little patience.”

I shrug and I sit down next to her. “I guess I’m not the first Jedi you’ve met who wanted to leave the Order,” I say, “It’s amazing that those doddering old fools have any in their number at all. If you ask me, the Order is well out of its time.” She grins slightly and nods at me. “What’s your name?” I ask her.

She scoffs. “You must not have been on Korriban for very long,” she says, “Either that or you have been feeling your way about blindly.” She finishes the ale in her glass. “Luckily for you,” she says with a smile, “I am in a charitable mood. I am Yuthura Ban, second only to Master Uthar of the Sith Academy here in Dreshdae.” Jackpot! “I am the one who decides which few of the many hopefuls who travel here to train actually become a Sith. Why? Is it your desire to enter the academy? Is that why you are here?”

“As a matter of fact,” I say with a grin, “it is.” Not that I’m especially eager to throw my lot in with these guys, but the Order has given me a few incentives against them. “In the short time that I’ve been with them, the Order has done nothing but lie to me. And when they haven’t outright lied, they’ve kept information from me that could have saved my life. They’ve sent me in blind more than once. Put me with people who are either incompetent or blind, expecting me to pull them out of the fire, but obviously not trusting me enough to tell me the truth. Their teachings are relics of a bygone era. They would rather bring Malak back to the light than kill him. They preach peace so much, they ignore war. I fought against the Mandalorians” - okay, so I’m pulling from Carth’s story here, but frankly I don’t think he’d mind, given the circumstances - “and if not for Revan and Malak, they would have killed us all. But the Council elected to let the Republic fight alone? Bullshit.” I realize I’ve just given her a whole tirade, but I’m not done yet. “And then they put knowledge of the Force behind this wall they call ‘the Dark Side.’ If we weren’t meant to use it, why would we be so in touch with it? How can a force of nature be evil? How can it corrupt? Does gravity corrupt? Does the wind?”

“I see,” she says, “You mentioned killing Malak. Do you not think he should rule?”

“I think Malak would be dead if he hadn’t ambushed his master,” I say. And I believe that. Revan was the more powerful of the two, and so he became the master. “I think it’s weak to ambush an enemy rather than attack head on. On that point I agree with the Mandalorians.”

“Hmm,” she says neutrally, “You have much to learn, but still you intrigue me.” Is that a good thing? “There is something odd about you that I cannot place…” That’s what Jolee said the other day. “Obviously you are a Jedi,” she says, “One who is very strong in the Force, it seems. So were you part of the order for very long? Did they train you?”

“Yes, but not very long,” I say.

“As I thought,” she smiles, “How interesting that they would let one with such power out of their grasp. Or are you here to spy on us? For all the good it would do.” She looks me over. “With that kind of power, you could become a great Sith. Perhaps… if I let you.” Don’t beg, don’t beg. “Does that interest you?”

“It does,” I lie, “I want to join the Sith.”

I see Carth shift a little, uncomfortably. He told me once that I’m a lousy liar. And if he still thinks that, then I’d imagine he’s concerned. I doubt he still thinks that, because he’s known me for a lot longer now, so maybe he’s just very impressed by my acting. Yuthura smiles at me. “Ah, good,” she says, “Exactly the sort of answer I was hoping for. I will take you to the Academy and we shall see if you are ready to join the ranks of the Sith.” She looks past me at Carth and Jolee. “I have only one other question,” she says. Ok, think fast, Rena, think fast. “These… companions of yours? They will not be coming with you, I presume?”

Hell, no, I’m not going anywhere without Carth. “They’re slaves,” I lie quickly, “Don’t worry about them.”

Carth shifts again, even more uncomfortable. Yeah, that was a lousy lie. But Yuthura buys it. “Fair enough,” she says with a shrug, “so long as they do not disturb your training or cause any trouble. You are responsible for them.” No problem. “Let us leave. The Master of the Academy awaits you.”

[psycho-slytherin]

Arcade

You’ll do anything to score higher on your test than him.

Based on this prompt for @bunnyface101! Happy birthday <3

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Swearing, lots of anatomy terms, too much dialogue

WC: 2.2k

|mlist| ~ |birthday fics|

“Ugh!”

“What is it this time?” Yeonjun asks as you stomp into the house, slam the door behind you and flop dramatically on the couch.

“Fucking Kim Namjoon again with his bitchass smart mouth. Ugh!”

“This seems to be a weekly thing,” your brother remarks. “You coming in complaining about that guy.”

“I don’t care– I wouldn’t complain so much if he weren’t so hellbent on bothering me! He can just fuck all the way off,” you snarl.

“Aw, did he score better than you on a test again? Is that what happened?”

Your cheeks burn. “Shut up! He didn’t. He cheated.”

“Any proof of that, or…?”

“Who the fuck gets a perfect score on an anatomy exam like that?” You rise and begin to pace, agitated. “There were two hundred terms to memorize– I’ve studied for hours every night for weeks and he barely studied at all. And you know what, Yeonjun? After all that, I ran out of time and only got a stupid fucking 98%.”

“Woah, congrats!”

“–And not only did he get a perfect score, he decided to rub it in my face.”

“Literally?”

“What? No. He looked at my paper and he was all like, ‘Aw, that’s cute.’ And then he really went and invited his friends to the arcade! I don’t even have time to go to the arcade ‘cause I’m too busy studying! He called my score cute, goddammit!”

“Have you talked to the teacher about him? That does seem pretty mean.”

You sigh, scooping your textbook off the coffee table. “Don’t get me wrong– I’d love to get him in trouble, but he’s gonna make fun of me for being a teachers’ pet if I report it. I need to score better than him; it’s the only way I can shut him up.”

“Well isn’t that very High School Musical of you. Be my guest,” Yeonjun yawns. “Have fun not having a life.”

“I will,” you harrumph, stalking to your room. You’re going to outscore Kim Namjoon, no matter what.

~~~One Week Later~~~

“Cribriform plate houses olfactory nerves…” you mutter, flipping through your flashcards as you pace the living room. “Nasal bones consist of the vomer, inferior nasal conchae, and perpendicular plate of the ethmoid. The styloid process articulates with the ligaments that hold the hyoid bone. The foramen magnum articulates with the atlas, or C-1.”

“English, please?” Yeonjun says, raising a brow.

“In other words… I’m going to get a perfect score on next week’s test,” you inform him smugly, before getting back to your notes. “The sutures are coronal, squamosal, lambdoidal, and sagittal. There are seven cervical vertebrae, twelve thoracic, and five lumbar. The sacrum–”

“Okay! Enough already!” Yeonjun claps his hands. “Y/n, you’ve been like this for days. I think maybe you should take a breath and sit down.”

“I didn’t allocate time in my schedule for that,” you huff.

“No more scheduling, y/n. You’re driving me crazy!”

“I need to beat Namjoon’s score, okay?”

“Then maybe follow his lead and take a break.”

You pause. “What?”

“He’s scoring better than you because his mind has a chance to rest, y/n. Now, go to the arcade– and don’t bring your flashcards.”

“But… but…”

Yeonjun sighs and pulls you, still sputtering, to the car. “Come on, I’ll drive you.”

Ten minutes later, you’re at an arcade. You’ve never actually been to one before– you’ve only read about them. Your big brother gives you fifty dollars, instructs you to have fun, and then leaves. You’re alone.

But what do you do now? Well, for one, you can access your study guide on your phone. You find a seat in a corner next to an ancient Pac-Man machine and begin rereading your notes.

“The sacrum is made up of three to five vertebrae,” you mutter to yourself, closing your eyes. “The six bones that make up the orbits are the maxilla, ethmoid, sphenoid, frontal, and... uh...” Shit, what are the last two? Your pride won’t let you check your notes– you have to know them. “Um...”

“Lacrimal and zygomatic.” The voice sends dread to the pit of your stomach.

“Gah!” you scramble to your feet and glare at– who else?– Kim Namjoon.

“What do you want?” you ask, glaring at him.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. “I want to play Pac-Man and not have to listen to some poor girl flounder her way through the axial skeleton.”

“I wasn’t floundering,” you huff. “You caught me at a bad time!”

“Any time seems to be a bad time for you,” Namjoon replies icily. “What are you even doing here?”

“I...wanted to come,” you mutter, avoiding his eyes.

Namjoon snorts. “Yeah, right. That’s why you’re holed up like a nerdy fuckin’ hobbit. And, just to drive the point home, you’re studying.”

“Well, what else am I gonna do?” you hiss. “It’s not like I know how to play any of these dumb games that you’re so obsessed with!”

Running a hand through his hair, Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “You don’t know how to play Pac-Man?”

“No, sorry– I’ve been spending my time productively, unlike someone.” Can you go away now, is what you want to say, but then he’ll bother you more and ugh.

One thing’s for sure: You’re going to tear Yeonjun a new one when you get home.

Namjoon leans back. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Get up. I’m gonna teach you how to play Pac-Man.”

You laugh. “Very funny.”

“I’m totally serious.”

“Why would you do that? Are you trying to keep me from studying?” Your eyes narrow. “Trying to sabotage me?”

“If I wanted to sabotage you, I’d just leave you to your own devices,” Namjoon says lightly. “I’m trying to help you– I’ve got nothing better to do, and it really is pathetic watching you struggle. Besides, why would I sabotage you? I’m still beating you in anatomy.”

Yeonjun’s words come to mind: “He’s  scoring better than you because his mind has a chance to rest, y/n.”

You flip Namjoon off before getting up and dusting yourself off. “Fine.” If this is what it takes to beat him during your next exam, then you’ll do it. “Enlighten me.”

“It’s an easy game– you just have to think fast, and work out a strategy ahead of time. First, where are your game tokens?”

“Uh... what?”

Namjoon sighs. “Do you have any money?” He asks slowly, as though speaking to a child.

“Yeah, a fifty.”

Your rival’s eyebrows raise. “You planning on spending the whole weekend here?”

“I was planning on going home to study,” you retort.

“Whatever. Go exchange the money for game tokens. After Pac-Man you should play the racing game– I have a feeling you’ll love it.”

You sniff at his bemused tone before following his direction to a token machine. The clinking sound of dozens of coins falling is music to your ears as you feed the machine your bills, and you don’t know why, but you suddenly feel energetic.

Namjoon snickers as you return with your pockets heavy with tokens. “Admit it, this is more fun than studying.”

“We’ll see about that.” You’re only doing this to glean his perfect-score secrets anyways.

“Now watch.” Namjoon feeds tokens to the machine and the screen lights up with little dots and retro beeping music.

“Aww, a ghost!” You lean in as Namjoon navigates his little yellow circle guy around the labyrinth. “Look, there’s more! Can you pet them?”

“They’re trying to kill me, y/n.”

You droop. “Oh.”

“But now...” You watch as Pac-Man gobbles a large dot and the ghosts begin flashing blue. “Now I kill them.”

“How do you win?”

“Imagine each of those little dots is a question on an exam– and eating them is getting them right.”

You laugh. “So eat them all– I get the idea.”

“Yes!” Namjoon thrusts a fist in the air when he completes the level. “C’mon, now you.”

“What?” You shrink back.

“It’s just like taking a test, y/n.”

“No it’s not! I haven’t studied!”

“Hey,” Namjoon catches your eye. “Some things are just instinct.”

Something in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. “Okay...” cautiously you reach for the joystick as the next level begins.

You navigate rapidly, guiding Pac-Man across the screen. “They’re moving too quickly!” you yelp as you narrowly avoid the red ghost.

“So think ahead– what’s the most efficient route you can take?”

“Uh... that one!”

“Well, don’t just tell me. Go for it!”

You move to direct Pac-Man down a path filled with little dots but before you can, that fucking red ghost gets too close and...

Game Over.

“Fuck!” you slam your fist against the machine before recoiling in pain. “Ow!”

“Can I ask you something?” Namjoon says, and you turn around to glare at him suspiciously.

“What?”

“Did you run out of time on our last anatomy test?”

You flinch. “No.” Yes.

Namjoon chuckles. “You’re a bad liar. C’mon, that racing game is calling your name.”

You follow him across the loud arcade– it’s colorful, brightly lit, and filled with people that look several years younger than you.

“Do you come here often?” You ask once you join him beside two motorcycle-looking seats in front of a screen.

“You know that sounds like a pick-up line, right?”

“Huh? No! I just... I didn’t...”

Namjoon laughs. “Relax, nerd. I’m teasing.”

“Are you physically capable of doing anything else?” You reply, cheeks burning.

“Hmm...” he pretends to think. “Does beating you in anatomy count?”

You’re going to strangle him.

“Now come on, get on.” Namjoon gestures at one seat before sliding onto the other and feeding four coins into the slot.

“Good thing I didn’t wear a skirt today,” you murmur to yourself as you settle onto your “motorcycle”.

“Don’t worry, y/n,” Namjoon says. “No one would look at you anyways.”

You turn so quickly you almost get whiplash. “What did you say, asshole?”

“I said, watch the screen.” You turn and see several options for customizing your motorbike. Should you go for speed, agility, or durability?

Well, speed means nothing if you can’t even turn a corner. Your choices prioritize agility and before long the screen displays a scantily-clad woman holding a flag and counting down. Namjoon revs his bike.

“Wait a sec, how do I win?” you ask.

“Just go!” Your rival’s bike zooms ahead of yours and you sigh– if this were real, he’d be dead already. You follow his lead and twist the acceleration, careful to accurately make hairpin turns and gravity-defying jumps. Namjoon crashes several times but makes up for it with his speed, and soon the two of you are neck and neck.

Just a little more... you have to beat him... just a little more...

Suddenly you come across a fork in the path and you slow down a bit to decide which way is best. Namjoon forgoes a decision entirely and crashes right through the middle, using his speed to propel him through whatever the green pixels were supposed to be.

“That’s not how you’re supposed to do it!” you protest as you take the left fork.

“Whatever you say, y/n. But I’m winning. Aaaaand... I’ve won.”

He has, and you cruise to a digital stop mere seconds after him.

“You absolute fuckwad!” You cry, fuming as you stomp over to him. “You cheated, you bitchass motherfucking son of a–”

“Child.”

“What?”

“There is a child behind you,” Namjoon says. “And he’s staring.”

You turn around and notice that there is indeed a child staring at you, his mouth hanging open.

“Great. Aaaand I’m leaving.” What are you doing? You’re done being humiliated– you’re considering fighting Yeonjun to the death, and if you don’t ace your exam it’s going to be his and Namjoon’s heads on the line.

Your brother was wrong. Taking a break hasn’t done anything except stress you out. “Keep the rest of the tokens, Namjoon. I won’t be needing them.” Sure, it was fun and exhilarating, but what a waste of time. It was all to sabotage you, you just know it.

“Wait– wait! y/n!”

You roll your eyes. “What? Gonna call me dumb? Pathetic? Do my clothes look weird? Is there something on my face? I don’t care, Namjoon, just stay the fuck away from me.”

“I...” Namjoon stops. “I was gonna say good luck. On the test.”

“Oh. Wait, what? Why are you wishing me luck?”

He smiles. “Trust your instincts a bit more, y/n. It’ll give you an edge on the multiple-choice questions. And, uh... I’m glad I saw you here. It was cool.”

Your cheeks warm at his words. Oh, no. No. No no no no. You are not catching feelings for Kim Namjoon. Literally anyone else but him–

“Do you want to study together?” you blurt out thoughtlessly before slapping a hand over your mouth.

Namjoon blinks slowly. “Huh?”

“I mean, I just meant, you’re the top scorer in the class, and it’s not like I need your help given that I’m proficient enough on my own but there’s always room for improvement right?” you explain in one breath.

“Right,” Namjoon says. “Always room for improvement. Yeah, good idea. I’ll, uh, text you?”

“You don’t have my number,” you say.

“Maybe you could fix that,” Namjoon replies with an uncharacteristic softness before you exchange numbers.

“I’ll see you around, Namjoon?”

“Yeah, see you around.”

“I still hate you though.”

“And I’m still beating you in anatomy.”

[malyceaduncastellan]

Big little secrets

Just a random thing that popped in my mind a long time ago. So I know you guys have a way of presenting your stories on tumblr... That I obviously don’t get, so I’ll just stick with that. No worries, though, it should be appropriate for almoste everybody. Forgive my mistakes as English isn’t my first language.

F!MC with name Casey Valentine cause I was a lazy ass when beginning Open Heart. So, my MC is white but I tried to write her as not physically as possible ( I don’t even know if I can say that) so any female reader can identify. I’d try to write as gender neutral but as I said, English ain’t my first language and gender neutral pretty much doesn’t exist in french so I’ll need a little time to work on it... Sorry but as it is, to me it still feels weird.

The ship is with Ethan Ramsey.

Doctor Casey Valentine was as admired as she could be hated. Top of the interns classment, her patients pretty much all adored her, her roommates, for most of them, supported her fully even though some were pretty much involved with the competition.

She wasn’t a woman you could see slacking off. Everything she did, she gave her all to it. She never made mistakes twice, though she didn’t make a lot of mistakes, generally.

She was almost the only intern Ethan Ramsey recognized. They all knew how he called her, to the point he could ask someone to “bring Rookie to him” and they would bring Doctor Valentine.

Harper Emery didn’t really like her. That, no one really knew why. They could only guess it was because she was destroying the well-designed future of her niece just by being there, but some others said there was something more to it. Something they couldn’t quite grasp.

Maybe it was the fact that Casey made her think of herself younger, hardworking, passionated, young and beautiful, all that jazz. Maybe she reminded her of what she wasn’t anymore.

Anyway, no one was really surprised when she joined Ethan Ramsey’s diagnostics team. Her success was deemed inevitable ever since she had topped that list and she seemed to work even more than before she was in the team.

Therefore, when, one day, she had seemed weirdly off, it had been enough to worry her friends. She just smiled and said that she had spent a rough week, but a rough morning wasn’t enough to bring down this Casey Valentine.

Sienna and Elijah went hesitantly to Doctor Ramsey, asking him if something had happened in the diagnostics team that could make her so weird. He merely frowned, saying nothing out of the ordinary took place within the team.

When they finally confronted Casey about her weird behavior, she smiled and laughed.

“Honestly, guys? I said it’s nothing. I just... kind of fought with someone I hold dear. But I swear everything is okay now. We settled it down.”

That’s when they learned Casey had a boyfriend. A secret boyfriend she wouldn’t tell a thing about. Hell, they didn’t even know his name, nor when and how Casey had met him. Just that it was a man and that sometimes, Casey wasn’t home at nights.

Anyway, it seemed off to sneak into her privacy, especially when she seemed so bright about it. She often talked about his dog, about how adorable he could be. Sienna asked about his quirks, and Casey laughed, saying he was fiddling with his pockets whenever he was nervous. Elijah wanted to know of his character, and she answered by saying he really wasn’t what he seemed like. Landry was dying to know what kind of job the man did, and her tone faded dreamily, whispering he was doing something very good. Then Jackie asked for a lot of uneccessary details, just in case she had to kill the man if he dared to hurt her roomie, but Casey was having none of it.

Her lips were shut about anything that could give him away. Soon enough, they all rolled with it, figuring she would be forced to tell them one day if things turned up well, or that nothing would be said would it turn bad.

They all came back to their work thinking nothing of it, weeks passing with Casey being happier than they had seen her, and their work going smooth. Even Doctor Ramsey felt a little more relaxed ever since Casey was on his team. He probably had less work to worry about, making him less harsh on the interns.

Routine had just came back. Until Casey fainted in the middle of the corridors while speaking to other interns.

The door of the room opened so violently Sienna almost jumped. She frowned when she saw Doctor Ramsey, very obviously crossed but tried to stay focused as she was drawing up blood from Casey’s arm.

“Doctor Ramsey? What can I do for you?” she asked.

“Nothing. I was just checking she wasn’t pulling a stupid prank on me. Like that time I asked her what was wrong about her patient and she told me it was his “fucking stupid face”.”

“As if she would... But I would have preferred it that way. Her vitals are stable, but she hasn’t regained consciousness yet. She fainted approximately half an hour ago. Didn’t seem pale of anything during the day, just the usual. We were speaking and suddenly she stopped and just...fell. We’re running tests to see what could have happened to her since it kind of seems bad. I remember her saying she couldn’t eat to save her life in the morning or feeling dizzy lately.”

“Alright. Inform me right away if rest is deemed necessary. And I want to have access to all of her tests results. She needs to be the best she can if she wants to make this team better and she won’t if this happens frequently.”

“Understood.”

Sienna closed the last bottle of blood and gave it to Landry, who left immediately to observe the sample. When she turned, she found that Doctor Ramsey hadn’t left the room.

“I’m sorry... Did you need anything else, Doctor Ramsey?”

“Is any intern assigned to her case yet?

“Not yet, we’re kind of taking care of her when we can. I have to go back with my patients and so are all of the others. Should I ask Doctor Delarosa?”

Doctor Ramsey nodded.

“Put her under observation until she wakes up.”

Sienna nodded and she observed him as he seemed to crush the fabric of his pockets in his fists when he left. She thought nothing of it and left to attend to her duties before returning to her patients.

Therefore, when her pager informed her she was summoned to Casey’s room, she pretty much feared the worst.

Doctor Delarosa was standing besides Casey, a file with blood tests results in her hands. Doctor Ramsey was sitting in a chair, looking clearly tired and annoyed, which kind of angried Sienna. If he cared so little about Casey’s health that he only wanted her healthy so she could work properly, why did he even bother to stay there?

Jackie was there too, and she asked a silent question to Sienna. She didn’t seem to know why she was there either.

“She hasn’t woken up yet?”

“Oh, she did. I just put her under tranquilizers. She needs to sleep like crazy. I swear this girl only gets three hour of sleep per week to be that exhausted...”

“Doctor Delarosa, is that why she fainted?”

“Yes, and no. I summoned you three there because I believe you’re more likely to know anything about this.”

She handed Jackie the test results.

Sienna observed as her roomate scanned the sheet.

“Well, her tryglycerides are a bit low, but nothing problematic... Nothing particular about her immune tests either... Oh, god. Holy shit.”

Jackie’s eyes suddenly were wide opened.

“Is it really her blood tests?”

“Affirmative.”

“Well damn...”

“What what? What is happening to Casey? Jackie, she’s not dying is she?”

“I don’t think so, Sienna. I probably would be dying if I was in her shoes now though.”

Doctor Ramsey frowned and gripped his coat, looking weirdly annoyed.

“Delarosa, you’re seriously beginning to get on my nerves. What’s with my intern’s health that required my presence there?”

“She’s pregnant, Ramsey. That’s what’s happening to her.”

It was his turn to look positively astounished. Sienna almost would have laughed if she wasn’t shocked herself, but the face he made was comical, almost as if he didn’t believe that “Rookie” was physically able to get pregnant.

“Which is why you’re there. We don’t know who the father of that child is here and whoever it is, maybe she’d like him to be there when she wakes up. She’ll need a friendly face because this pregnancy ain’t looking good considering her mother had five miscarriages. I figured, as her girl roomies and as her boss, you might have heard a name. I don’t take her as the type who would fool around carelessly.”

Sienna and Jackie exchanged looks, then shook their head negatively.

“We don’t know. We know she has a boyfriend but honestly, all that we know about him is that he fiddles with his pockets when he’s nervous. We can’t help you.”

“I can.” said Doctor Ramsey, suddenly.

Sienna frowned. Why would Casey tell her boss about her boyfriend? It just didn’t make sense. Doctor Delarosa looked at her colleague.

“Then who can be the father of that child?”

“I honestly believe there is only one option...”

He grumbled, looking really annoyed. His cheeks were red and suddenly Sienna feared his anger more than anything. Then she looked at his hands, clenching his pockets in his fists, then putting one finger inside of it, then two, then removing his hand...

And it striked her, just as he spoke.

“I am.”

“What the fuck. Seriously, what the fuck. And we’re sworn to silence but how am I supposed not to tell anyone about it?”

“You tell me...”

Sienna and Jackie were walking together to their place. They simply needed time to cool off together and walking seemed like the best idea.

“Her boyfriend was Ethan Ramsey. Honestly, when do you think it began?”

“Months ago... I mean, we knew there was something fishy with that boyfriend of hers. No wonder she didn’t want anyone to know about it... People could have ruined her.”

Jackie sighed, then continued.

“Hell, I would have. But... I don’t know. I’m observant and I’ve always thought the way he looked at her was odd. With time I just thought it was because she was the best intern and he was keeping an eye on her but... after today...”

She remembered the scene just before they left. Delarosa had instructed them to leave Casey in Doctor Ramey’s hands. He had his back turned from the girls and he didn’t notice they hadn’t left the room yet. First, he just watched her, tracing the features of her face with the tip of his finger. Even though his posture clearly showed he was in distress, something about him seemed more relaxed than they could have imagined from him. They heard him sigh and taking Casey’s hand in his, pressing his lips to it. Every gesture seeming so natural that looking at it almost felt... indecent.

And now here they were, sorting out their thoughts.

“What do we do, Sienna?”

“Is that even a question? We support her. She’ll need it. I’m not dragging Casey through the mud when she might be living something difficult. Five miscarriages, can you imagine that? Her mother had to go through six pregnancies at least and five of them never saw the day. No way in hell I’m not helping her through that.”

“What do we tell the boys?”

“The truth minus Ramsey. Something tells me they could demand explanations from him and they wouldn’t last long. We have to protect them Jackie. Otherwise what kind of doctors are we?”

“I’m following you, Sienna. I just... I suddenly wish no one would proclaim me best intern in Edenbrook just because she’ll have to leave when she looks like a whale.”

“If she wants to keep it...”

Jackie shaked her head.

“Five miscarriages. Honestly, I don’t think she’d forgive herself if she decided to abort. And her mother probably wouldn’t either. And we’ll do anything so she can look like a whale and show us proudly the hideous munchkin when it’s born.”

“Hideous? Girl, have you seen its father?”

“Hmm... Casey’s hotter than him. Though, I wonder what he thinks of that baby.”

“Well, theorically, since this child is in Casey’s body, I’d say she’s the one who has to give the last say.”

“Sure. I mean, women fought for this but I really wouldn't like it if my girl got pregnant with my child and she just decided without thinking I deserve a teeny bit of advice on it.”

“Well, Jackie, thank god you actually can’t make anyone pregnant.”

They continued their banter until they arrived home. They needed to keep their hearts light about this story.

Night had fallen hours ago when Casey opened her eyes. She felt like she had drunk a ton of alcohol because her head was pounding and nausea was suddenly taking up on her. She wondered where she was, not recognizing the room she was in. But a familiar scent surrounded her.

“Ethan?”

“Hey.”

His voice was hoarse. She turned her head to look at him. Disheveld, his coat thrown on a chair and his eyes staring at her soul. Her Ethan, the one he showed her in the secrecy of his place. She brought her hand to his hair to caress it.

“I probably drank too much because I don’t recognize anything nor can I remember anything.”

He chuckled.

“Casey, you’re at Edenbrook, in a room. You fainted today and barely woke up. Delarosa decided you didn’t sleep enough.”

“Whose fault is that?”

“I guess it might just be mine. Or yours. You’re the one making me want to do these things. And you’re the one who says yes to it when I ask.”

Casey laughed.

“So, I fainted because I was tired. No big deal.”

“Actually... I need to tell you something.”

She looked at him while his eyes seemed to look in the void, searching for his words.

“Ethan?”

“Casey, you’re pregnant. We’re having a baby.”

“I… I am what?”

“Pregnant. You know, when there’s a baby just there.”

He touched her lower abdomen.

“Oh my god, but how?”

“I’m pretty sure I can figure out how…”

Ethan was trying the hardest he could to hide a sly smile on his face but Casey was having none of it.

“I didn’t mean THAT how! I mean we always made sure nothing like that happened…”

She stopped, looking at him with furrowed brows.

“Or did we?”

“Does it matter? You’re pregnant.”

Silence fell in the room as Casey laid down and stared at the ceiling.

“I know you don’t want kids, Ethan. But... “

“Casey.”

“What?”

When she turned to look at him, she almost gasped. He was looking at her with a look of sheer adoration on his face, love almost bursting out of his eyes. As if she was the most marvelous creature on the face of the Earth, even though she probably smelled bad, her hair was a mess and she was dressed like a potato.

“I want that kid if you want it. I’m not sure if I can be a good father. You know of my issues with that. But I won’t ever forbid you to be a mother or even remotely ask that of you. I could’nt. So, if you think you love me enough for us to try to be parents to that kid… I want it too.”

Her eyes filled with tears. She suddenly was so happy... And so scared.

“You mean, if I can keep it inside...”

Her smile turned to a pained frown and Ethan reached out to kiss the corner of her eyes.

“I’ll do everything for that.”

“I trust you… You saved Banerji, you can save this baby.”

“We saved Naveen. We will save this baby Casey. I promise.”

There it is, I hoped you liked it! Please tell me if I made spelling mistakes :)

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Trick Question: An Undyne & Papyrus Friendship Fic

(A second version of the post without the gift recipient tagged / my obnoxious yammering--for a cleaner reblogging experience :3c .)

Rating: G, All Ages (occasional language) Characters: Undyne & Papyrus Genre: Friendship, Fluff AO3 Link: Right here~

Summary: Guard Captain Undyne is used to taking new recruits under her fins—so much so, that she’s gotten pretty good at discerning what type of soldier the greenhorns are likely to become even long before they’ve finished basic training! But when Undyne throws her latest student for a loop, he, in turn, throws all of her expectations right out the window. Whoopsy doopsy! (Gift for Tumblr user “battz” as part of the Undertale Dating Sim team’s secret santa exchange :3)

Let me start off by saying I’ve learned two very important things recently: 1. That my never-ending patience actually ends after midnight; and 2. When opened with enough force, my front door can launch a fully-grown monster a distance of about a hundred meters—give or take.

…

Okay, maybe add a third to the list: Skeletons are just as durable as they are persistent.

* * *

If someone wants to join the Royal Guard but feels they need a little extra help preparing for the intense entry process, the Underground has tons of options they can take advantage of if they so choose. We’ve got dojos, cram schools, personal trainers, you name it—each and every one licensed and verified by yours truly.

It used be that the Captain of the Royal Guard never got involved this early on, but I fixed that real quick. The Captain should be personally aware of everything at every stage, and they should be both accessible and approachable in case a problem shows up. Like, if there’s an issue at one of the prep schools, or if recruitment numbers suddenly take a nosedive, then that means something’s gotta change—possibly at a very basic or public level. And who better to kick start that change (or prevent the problem from happening in the first place) than the one who, basically, should be the most public face in the entire Guard.

At least, that’s what I think.

To this end, I’ve personally sat in on junior training exercises and given lectures; I’ve dined with recruits who passed the entrance exams on their very first try, and I’ve shared drinks with those who failed ten times in a row—but, dammit, let’s knock back a few and forget for a bit, ya hear?! I’ve also sat down with dozens of ordinary citizens who, though not shooting for anything like the Royal Guard, were just plain sick of the way their lives were going and wanted to turn things around.

I guess what I’m trying to say with all this is that even though I’ve earned an “official” title that affords me a lot of “official” privileges, I’m not about to turn my nose up to the average Joe. The Captain’s duties should go way beyond the fancy suit of armor, and I’m going to make sure it stays that way long after I’ve passed the position on and become a crotchety old pile of dust.

…That said, though, this is the first time over the course of my entire career that I’ve had the pleasure of working with someone of Papyrus’s—what’s the word—magnitude? This guy had the brass balls to bypass every proper, kingdom-accredited training method and bring his (nonstop) requests for “personal Guard preparation” straight to me. No hesitation. No concern for schedules, socially acceptable phone call hours, or even personal space. Rain or shine, there he was—a bony bundle of enthusiasm.

So when Papyrus unsurprisingly bounced back from his 3AM express trip across my lawn care of my front door, I don’t know if it was more exhaustion, admiration, or an overwhelming sense of concern for his well being that finally made the Captain of the Underground’s Royal Guard throw in the towel.

“Alright,” I said. “If you think you can handle it, I’ll run you through the ropes myself.”

And, covered in the muck of Waterfall, his smile could have powered a city.

* * *

I’d like to say Papyrus showed up bright and early for his first session, but that’d be a lie: He never left. I guess camping out in the yard was way more efficient than walking the short distance to and from Snowdin, and “A future Royal Guardsman has to be as efficient as possible. Right, *~*~*Captain Undyne*~*~*??”

I made my coffee extra strong that morning.

Once our start-time rolled around, I stepped out of my house to find Papyrus ready and waiting—albeit, looking all sorts of goofy with his chest puffed to his chin and his arms firmly glued to his sides.

“You can relax a little,” I told him. “This is off-record. I prefer getting to know people without all the stuffy formalities.”

“Yes, Captain Undyne! Right away!” But of course he didn’t relax until I realized he wanted me to say “at ease,” and when I did, he giggled the whole way out of his special form of attention as if it was the best thing he had heard in his life. Then, blatantly ignoring everything I had just said about formalities, he promptly asked, “Captain Undyne? Permission to inquire as to why you are not wearing your armor if we’re going to be sparring?”

“Uh… granted?”

“Why are you not wearing your armor if we’re going to be sparring?” The dude was seriously raring to go, his weight bouncing slightly from leg to leg like some kind of boxer on a sugar high.  

“Slow your roll, there,” I said with a laugh. “If you wanna pass the entrance exams, then there’s more you gotta worry about than just the physical.” From under the crook of my arm, I pulled out a ratty old folder filled to bursting with a whirlwind of papers. “You see, a good Guardsman not only knows how to fight, but when to fight, why to fight, and even if to fight. The twenty-page written exam makes sure all our candidates are aware of this—along with knowing a bunch of Underground laws and other general information. We’re gonna start with that so we can get it out of the way. Just think of it like… pulling a tooth, or something. Painful but necessary.”

Yet, when I tried to give the documents to Papyrus, he held up a hand and politely refused.

“Oh, I’ve heard tall tales about that dreaded test,” he said. “But I can assure you, Captain Undyne, that you won’t need to waste even a second of your precious time on helping me study. I’m a walking encyclopedia when it comes to the Royal Guard.”

Classic greenhorn confidence. Seen it a million times.

“Really now.” I challenged. “Then how ‘bout I ask you a few questions just to make sure?“

Contained within the folder I brought were all sorts of documents I had saved over the years: copies of Guard reports and case files, a few book scans, lists upon lists of various laws and definitions. It was a great big pile of organized chaos that I not only used as a constant reference but also willingly shared if one of my units was struggling with some of the more… technical aspects of the job. Some of it you could find in textbooks; others you’d have to go digging through the bowels of the courts to snag even a scrap. For a solid fifteen minutes, Papyrus and I went back and forth, with me tossing out what I thought were the most impossible questions I could find in an attempt to catch that rookie’s pluckiness of his off-guard.

“That’s an easy one, Captain Undyne! The Magic Conservation Act was signed into law by our very own King Asgore Dreemurr, in the Year of Our Dog 19XX.”

Okay, good, he got the year right. Most people miss that.

“Anti-Human Directive 10? That depends: Do you mean the original or the amended second edition?”

Wait, there’s a second edition?

“The Research Division? Why, that’s a special squad assigned to escort the Royal Scientist during important, castle-mandated fieldwork.”

Hang on, that’s not even public knowledge. I formed that group last week because I was worried about Alphys!

I slapped the folder shut, stunned. “Well, roll me up in rice and serve me with a side of soy sauce.”

“Did I win?!” Papyrus chimed. “Permission to ask if we can spar now, Captain Undyne?”

Somehow, by the grace of whatever crazy being drives this world, Papyrus answered every single Dogdamn question correctly. I didn’t know if I should shake his hand or file for a restraining order. Still, if he was so eager to jump into the fray, then I needed to be absolutely sure of something—that he knew the most important answer of all.

“Listen,” I said. “The reason you’re doing all this is so you can become a Royal Guard, right? You wanna get a cool suit of armor, make a name for yourself, maybe kick a few humans in the keister?” Papyrus nodded with so much vigor, I thought his skull would fall off. “Then, before you can even think of crossing spears with me, I need you answer one last question.” His nod that time was a bit slower. His expression grew solemn, showing that he understood this was important. “Papyrus, what is a Royal Guard?”

“What is a…” He tilted his head to the side, brows drawing together as he mouthed the question.

“…Royal Guard,” I repeated, assuring him that I did, indeed, ask the question correctly. “The individual, not the group—if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Right. Yes. That’s… what I was wondering. Thank you, Captain Undyne.” Papyrus’s voice trailed off into a mumble. He looked to the cavern walls, tapping the ground with a foot as the two halves of his jaw ground together in thought. There was honestly something deeply satisfying watching him fish for a response after he conquered my Q&A session. Finally, after some intense contemplation, he found one—or, rather, a series of them: “A Royal Guard is… someone employed by the Royal Guard? Wait, no. A Royal Guard is a living extension of our king’s righteous paw! Or, well, I suppose you could say that about a lot of things. A Royal Guard is—I’ve got this, Captain Undyne, I swear—is someone who has passed stringent tests and is officially licensed, under royal decree….”

And so on, and so on.

Once Papyrus realized his twisty little spaghetti strand of answers wasn’t getting him anywhere, he stopped talking and just kinda stared at me. Then, all at once, the confidence he built up over the course of the afternoon deflated from his body.

“I’m sorry, Captain Undyne. I guess I… I don’t know the answer to that.” He slumped over so far his voice was muffled in that weird costume of his. The poor guy probably thought he just ruined everything. I couldn’t help but walk over and give him an encouraging pat on the back.

“Well, that’s no good,” I said. “It’s hard to become something if you don’t even know what it is. Still, you’ve got time to figure it out. Study up, and see if you can find the answer. Once you do, we’ll move on to some actual sparring, okay?”

This time, when I handed him the folder, he actually took it.

* * *

Anytime I train someone, I’m reminded of what Alphys once said: The more you observe something, the more you start to notice patterns in its behavior, which then makes it easier for you to form a hypo- … hippoth- … Basically, you hang around something long enough, you get better at predicting what it’s gonna do.

For folks like Papyrus, experience has told me that I have to be a little careful when working with them. I’ve seen his personality type before: a naïve go-getter filled with all sorts of shiny fairy tale dreams that he hopes to live out if he gets into the Guard—which is fine; I’ve got some pretty faffy dreams myself. It’s just, when it comes to his particular type of personality, I’ve learned over the years that their spirits tend to, well, wilt when the going gets tough. Not always, but often enough. That’s not to say they don’t make excellent soldiers, though. The ones who’ve made it through and come out on top are some of the best damn Guards I’ve had ever had the honor of working with. They have this goodness inherent in them that’s getting more and more difficult to find these days.

Unfortunately, in this line of work, that genuine goodness is also getting more and more difficult to keep. When folks like Papyrus join up and realize what real Royal Guard life is all about—when “niceness” becomes “weakness”, when they’re constantly faced with the worst of society… with all the injustices in the world that don’t have easy answers (if any at all)—then that goodness starts to falter. Give it enough time, it rots into bitterness and then anger, even hatred. I’ve seen it mark the faces of many of our veterans. I’ve even struggled with it myself.

That is exactly why I didn’t want Papyrus to jump in to combat training as quickly as he had been hoping—and, probably, why I didn’t agree to train him right away. The most I knew about him before all this began was what I had heard from his brother, Sans, and even that was enough for me to form a conclusion. That first day of training only solidified it: Papyrus is too good. Too nice. In the most beautiful, wonderful sense, Papyrus absolutely does not belong on a battlefield, and I will be damned before I put him there.

I thought starting with the written portion of the entry exam would give Papyrus a good idea of what we do and how I work before he got a taste of the real serious stuff. My plan was to spend a week or two drilling him with questions, grilling him for every wrong answer, and ensuring he learned his stuff through the only way the Guard knows how to teach it—with no punches pulled. Maybe then he would realize, before he got too invested, that this might not be the life for him. That he could back out with no hard feelings and discover a ton of other options just waiting for someone like him.

Then, his uncanny knowledge of Royal Guard matters both public and highly top secret oh my god flushed that idea. Immediately after Papyrus’s first session, I found myself scrambling for a new plan of action.

I needed to know more. If I could learn more about him, maybe find out some of the things he liked to do, I could sort of… nudge him away from the Guard.

Maybe.

I was never good at subtlety, but it was worth a shot.

So, that week turned from “Let’s Learn About the Royal Guard” to “Let’s Learn About Papyrus Instead”—under the guise of teaching him more about the Guard, of course. One day, I took him for a tour of the castle grounds. The next, I showed him around the barracks. The day after, we grabbed a bite to eat at a popular Royal Guard pub in New Home. The whole time, I took a backseat during our conversations and let Papyrus do what Sans said he does best—talk about himself.

And, wouldn’t you know it, it worked.

“You’ll find that my magic is kind of like yours, Captain Undyne, in that it mostly takes the form of projectiles. You’ll also find that it’s not like yours in that it’s really popular with certain … canine types. I’m not sure why.”

“…So, there they were, trying to gang up on Sans. But then—and this is the best part, Captain Undyne—then came the Great Papyrus! Wham! Bam! Thank you, ma’am! We never saw those troublemakers again.”

“…And that was third time I had to swoop in and prevent a giant brawl. All because he was too lazy to give up his special seat at the bar. Can you believe that, Captain Undyne? Who knows what might’ve happened had the Great Papyrus not been there? Sheesh!”

Outside of his countless tales of personal heroism, (all of which held about as much water as Hotland), a common trend across Papyrus’s discussions was his brother…

“Let me be the first to apologize for Sans’s laziness, Captain Undyne. Once I become a Royal Guard, I swear I’ll work three times as hard to make up for his churning void of inactivity.”

…And that got me thinking. Clearly, Papyrus was the type who loved to do things for others. Sure, he complained when “others” meant “Sans”, but it was obvious he still got a kick out of it beneath all his grumbling. If I could steer him towards something like that… something like cooking… cleaning… some kind of job that allowed him to use his talents for the sake of others… then….

It was towards the end of the week that Papyrus gave me back the folder I loaned him.

“I’m sorry, Captain Undyne,” he said. “I read everything in here front-to-back, but I’m afraid I still couldn’t find the answer to your question. And while these conversations have been incredibly enlightening, they, too, have led me no closer to the truth.”

I chuckled. “Well, it’s not exactly an easy question.”

“To say the least. You’ve posed a real stickler, Captain Undyne. A puzzle capable of japing even me! But, if it means you’ll train me in Royal Guard combat, then the Great Papyrus will never give up.” He flashed a confident smile. “So, I talked to some of the Guards myself to see what they thought.”

As it turns out, during the times we weren’t hanging out, Papyrus was running around asking every damn Guard he could find what they thought it meant to be a Guard, and when he pulled out a list of responses that unfurled all the way to the ground, some teeny tiny part of me might have started to think that maybe there was a better way of doing this.

“Were… any of those the right answer, Captain Undyne?” Papyrus asked, once he had read off each and every one. “Don’t tell me it was ‘Bark’ the whole time. Otherwise, I may have to rethink my opinion of Lesser Dog.”

And although I had suddenly learned more about my own guards in the past hour than I had over years of working with them, all I could do was shrug. Papyrus still didn’t get it.

“P-permission to ask for a hint?” His face was the picture of disappointment.

“Do you get hints in the heat of battle?”

“…Yes?”

I shook my head with a laugh. “Chin up and keep working, Papyrus.”

* * *

That weekend, my routine patrol turned up some disturbing news. Papyrus refused to leave his house.

“Eh, sometime yesterday he started moping around. It got so bad, I actually had to go out and buy our groceries. He’s giving even my laziness a run for its money.” Sans’s signature grin only widened, as if this behavior of his brother’s wasn’t something incredibly worrying. “But I always knew he’d grow into his true calling. He’s kind of a late bloomer.”

With that frightening thought in mind, I marched myself right over Papyrus’s place and pounded on his front door. Once, twice, three times. Yet there was no answer.

“Papyrus?” I called. Still no response. Is he in his room? I rounded the back of the house and peered up. A shadow moved behind the second floor window of Papyrus’s bedroom. Bingo. I balled up a wad of snow in my gloves and tossed as lightly as I could. Sure enough, the hefty thump was loud enough to draw a bony white face to the glass.

“Captain Undyne?” Papyrus opened the window a smidge. “What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you the same thing,” I said. “What’s going on? Sans says you’re being quite the lazybones.”

“What? That is not true!”

I shrugged. “Well, whatever it is, it’s weird and it worries me, so I’m not leaving until you come out.” He made as if to protest, but I cut him off. “Papyrus, I’m wearing four layers and am fully trained in survival tactics. Also, there’s a general store down the street. I will wait as long I have to.”

He couldn’t win, and I think he knew it. With a sigh that fogged up the glass, Papyrus disappeared from his window. Not a minute later, I heard the front door open, and I met him on the porch. Dude was a mess. I mean, dark circles under his eye sockets, definitely-did-not-sleep kind of mess. The whole thing gave me a prickle of déjà vu.

“You were thinking about that question again, weren’t you?”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Papyrus seemed to fold against the doorframe. “Captain Undyne, should I really be aiming for the Royal Guard, when I, apparently, don’t even know what a Royal Guard is?”

Oh. Oh boy. Here we go.

Well, it was what I wanted, wasn’t it?

But I didn’t think he’d be this upset!

He really put his all toward this, didn’t he?

What was I thinking?

I…

“Follow me,” I said. “Class is taking an emergency field trip.” When Papyrus didn’t budge, I pulled out my trump card. “Captain’s orders.”

* * *

At the garbage dump between Waterfall and Hotland, there’s a particular place I like to go to whenever life gets me down and I just need a good think. It’s a small hill overlooking the cascades made up of a bunch of appliances that have all rusted together into one big pile of Dog-only-knows what. It’s just close enough to the tourist-y parts to let me keep an eye on everyone while still far enough away to provide a little bit of peace. It’s where I first saw Alphys.

It’s also where I took Papyrus.

Carefully, I hoisted myself up onto what was left of a washing machine. Papyrus plopped down next to me and, staring at his lap, sat there absentmindedly kicking his legs in the air. You could practically see the rain cloud hovering over his head.

“Permission to ask…” He stopped himself. “Um, why are we at the dump, Captain Undyne?”

“So you can see what a Royal Guard is,” I said. “At least, to me.” That seemed to perk him up. He straightened slightly.

“What do you—”

“—Hey, close your eyes, listen for a bit, and tell me what you hear.”

Papyrus did so. “Well, okay. Let’s see … I hear the sounds of the river. I hear bits of trash falling into the water. Oh! I also hear the Great Papyrus.”

“Anything else?”

He listened again for a minute. “…Kids. I think I hear kids.”

Sure enough, a group of tiny voices—the usual crowd of mischief-makers; I could tell—gradually rose above the din of the dump.

“Whoa, check this thing out!”

“What is it?”

“It looks like one of those human game machines. Yeah, see? You use these buttons to move what’s on the screen.”

“Does it work?”

“I dunno. They probably wouldn’t have thrown it out if it did. I can ask my cousin. He knows all about this kind of stuff because he uses lightning magic.”

“But wait, we don’t have any games to go with it.”

“Oh yeah. Well, maybe there’s some nearby. Let’s keep looking.”

The kids carried on like that for a good while, buzzing with excitement over all the things they had found. It was only after they had gone did I turn to Papyrus again. “What do you make of that?”

“Sounds like they were having fun.”

I nodded. “Right? But isn’t it a little strange? I mean, think of where all this stuff came from.”

“…From humans,” said Papyrus.

“Exactly. The very things that killed our ancestors, drew us into an unwinnable war, and then stuffed us all into the Underground. The very things that, even though we haven’t seen one in-person for years—thank Dog—are still part of our society.” I held my arm out over the mountains of trash. “They’re in our classrooms, textbooks, and museums. They’re in our picture books, our TV shows, our homes. They’re even in the far corners of our dreams. For what it’s worth, those kids shouldn’t want to associate with this stuff at all. They should be scared of it. But they’re not. And you know why?” I stood up on the washing machine and gave Papyrus the best grin I could muster. “Because they know they don’t have to be; the Guard will protect them.” I took a breath. “There’s no telling how long we’ll be stuck down here, so the best thing we can do is make sure everyone sleeps soundly today without having nightmares about tomorrow. That, to me, is a Royal Guard: someone who keeps even boogiemen away.”

Papyrus had grown quiet. I wasn’t sure if he was just listening—or if he was surprised, stunned into silence, or what—but his expression, unreadable though it might have been, told me he was hinging on my every word. So, I went on.

“You see, you can memorize facts and protocol until your brain bleeds, master every fighting style known to monster, work your way up to a spot higher than that of even the King … but it all means jack if it doesn’t serve a purpose; if you don’t have a reason, a goal, something that gets you up in the morning and pushes you to do what you do even when every fiber in your body is telling you to stop. For a Royal Guard, well, that’s what makes a Royal Guard.” I gave him a nudge with my elbow. “And that is something you have to define for yourself, Papyrus. Nobody else can tell you the answer.”

Having said what I wanted to say, I took a breath and let my words sink in. Before Papyrus got too involved, before he decided to throw his life—his goodness—out into an uncaring world, I needed him to fully understand: A Royal Guard is what he makes of it…but it shouldn’t be about the gear, the status, the parties, the semi-legal ability to use semi-lethal force… It should be something greater than himself, greater than even the Great Papyrus.

“I’ve got it.” Papyrus’s voice wrenched me from my thoughts. “I know what a Royal Guard is!” He stood up and, once again striking that dorky pose with his hands on his hips, proclaimed to the Underground, “A Royal Guard is someone who makes the world a little safer for those who are small and don’t have a lot of HP!”

That… was quick. I whistled through my fangs. “Nice! I dig it. A ‘protect the weak’ kind of person? That’s totally you, Papyrus!”

He fidgeted and flushed straight to his forehead. “W-well, I don’t know if I’d necessarily say ‘weak’. On the contrary, Sa—”

Unfortunately, the sudden addition of Papyrus’s full weight, coupled with his now excited jitteriness, had loosened the washing machine’s age-old hold on the mountain of trash. With the explosive creaking of corroded metal, our former seat sent us tumbling to the ground atop an avalanche of household appliances.

Again, like I said before, skeletons are just as durable as they are persistent. Fortunately, the same can be said of fish as well. Soaked in nasty water and garbage, and surrounded by a mob of concerned onlookers, we laughed and laughed until we realized our guts hurt not from laughter but from possible internal bleeding.

* * *

As we walked back from the dump that day—two bruised and bandaged peas in a pod—Papyrus had his head tilted to the sky, and his steps seemed doubly as sure of themselves. Yet, watching him saunter about in that overblown stride of his, I got the strangest sense that, for the first time in a long time, Papyrus had finally, truly begun to relax.

Now, if only he could teach me how to do that.

Not gonna lie, I was still worried about him. Like some neurotic, different-species mother, I knew deep down I was gonna worry about him and that brilliant goodness of his ‘til the day I was six feet under. But, I also knew that if I stuck to him like glue, if I became the best Captain I could be…

No, wait, scratch that last bit…—

“Hey, Papyrus? Before we start your training proper, I need you to do one last thing for me.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I’m ready for another tough question just yet, Captain Undyne.”

“It’s not that, ya dork. I need you call me ‘Undyne’. No more of this ‘Captain’ stuff, okay?”

“…”

“Remember what I said? Formalities get in the way of getting to know people. I mean, unless you call all your friends ‘Captain’ because, if so…”

“What?! No, not at all! It’s just, you really want to be my… friend?”

“Why not? I think we make a pretty cool team.”

“B-but I’m not a Guardsman yet! I haven’t been trained in honorable combat! I haven’t even—”

“—Papyrus.”

“Yes, Capta-, er, Undyne?”

“Permission to be your friend?”

“P-p-p-p-permission granted!!”

…—If I became the best Friend I could be…Then, maybe, I wouldn’t have to worry about him quite as much.

[todokori-kun]

Aww, don’t worry!

(Seriously though, I’m really happy you’re back <3)

I didn’t even like Saiko that much when I first got into Re (she was like the least interesting Q to me), and now she’s one of my favs. Literally one of the only people who doesn’t have a nasty side. Urie/Saiko is now my OTP and if Ishida makes Urie sacrifice himself for Mutsuki or something I SWEAR I’LL DROP THIS MANGA (only we all know I won’t ;-;)

Yep, seriously. Touken has really bad timing. At this rate we can be sure their kid will choose to be born in the middle of a raging battle. (Why does that actually sound like a possible option)

Poor Shuu. I firmly believe that he’s going to confront Kaneki about Kanae at some point, and Kaneki will be forced to realize that just because he’s in love with Touka and is going to have a family now, doesn’t mean that he can just ignore everyone else around him.

WOW. Wait, who is that? Which anime/manga is he from??? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before… (those gifs are really cool 0.0)

Is it bad that I want to read the Kaneki Pamphlet.

Tatsuo would roast Shuu so badly tbh. You know he’s super passive-aggressive…

(I’ve only read a few chapters of HxH so far because I was so busy with FMA, but it seems interesting! The art isn’t very good and it has a very typical shounen-ish vibe, but the character designs are cool and the setting is interesting (I also can’t wait to actually meet all my problematic favs, because despite only just getting into the fandom Hisoka (AKA basically the HxH version of anime Tsukiyama- only, instead of wanting to eat the MC he wants to turn the MC into the strongest warrior and then fight him, ‘cause apparently violence and fighting a good opponent turns him on) and Illumi (AKA coldblooded assassin who’s obsessed with his little brother and just…has a lot of issues) are already my problematic favs.)

…

(is it bad that I sang/rapped along while reading that.)

I also have a huge crush on Lust and Olivier. Those two are just amazing. Though it’s a more complicated crush than the one I have on Scar because tbh, to me, Olivier and Lust are scarier than him XD so a mixture of fear and desperate ‘NOTICE ME PLZ SENPAI’ thing? lol

Yeah, from what I’m seeing so far Scar is getting a lot of cool development and I’m really happy about it :)

0////0 omg. That’s making me blush…though in reality, I feel like he’d be so done with me most of the time lol

Ok, this is just like with Urie/Luna and Shuu-Evans. LET ME MAKE HEADCANONS FOR THE QUEEN

Mustang/Luna:

-The first time you meet he immediately tries to hit on you. Unfortunately, Queen Luna is way too sarcastic and sassy for this loser and rejects him.

-He accepts that he’s been rejected, but he finds you even more interesting now and tries to make friends. That’s how you get to know each other.

-There’s a TON of sarcastic banter in this relationship.

-Though he’ll probably never admit it, Roy is impressed with how much you know/study and considers you one of the smartest, most dedicated people he knows. He truly respects you for that.

-He likes watching/listening when you play the piano. Sometimes he asks you to play a particular song and once you offered to teach him how to play- though that lesson somehow ended with a burning piano

-Later actually falls in love with you and decides he must ask you out, only to realize that he’s super nervous about ruining the friendship. He has to rely on Riza for help, and she suggests asking Edward as well, since 'teenagers seem to know more about romance these days’. Needless to say it does not go well

-Somehow, you do end up as a couple.

-After you become a couple:

-Roy often buys flowers for you, especially when he’s busy and hasn’t been able to see you that much. Eventually your house is swamped with flowers and you tell him that simple notes/letters are just fine.

-(doesn’t stop him from buying complex bouquets and asking you to figure out the flower meanings. If he gets you to blush with all the romantic flower language he won’t stop teasing you about it.)

-He always tries to take you on the most extravagant dates ever and sometimes you have to convince him that yes, just cuddling at home with a movie is also great and he doesn’t have to try so hard to impress you.

-Gets pouty when he finds out you have a thing for guys who wear glasses. Immediately buys some fake glasses for himself

-There isn’t a lot of open affection, since you’re an introvert and Roy may be a flirt but he isn’t quite the type who can make deep, touching, genuine speeches about how much he loves you and why. However, he has his own way of showing that he cares.

-He spends as much time with you as he can and either calls you or writes letters when work keeps him busy; he lets you know that you are one of the most important people in his world.

-Will spoil you to the point where other people tell him that you can’t just spend that much money on presents for your girlfriend, but he doesn’t care as long as you like the gifts.

-Sometimes worries that you’re too good for someone like him and that you’d be better off with someone else; actually tried to break up with you over this once but you managed to convince him to stay.

-He also loves talking about alchemy with you if you’re interested; if he ever teaches you some, you turn out to be a fast learner and he’s very, very proud (probably goes around showing off his genius girlfriend to everyone else)

(I’d like to make Greedling HCs too but unfortunately I can’t say I know him that well yet. I’ll definitely write some when I read more of the manga though ^^)

I’ll probably be able to submit a few pictures this weekend :D

I’m also a bit terrified of Kimblee XD he IS very interesting though. I don’t like him at all but I love how how complex he is.

Tatsuo is totally Sloth. He finds everything tiring. As long as Naomi survives and he has blood wine he just doesn’t care.

*slams hands on the table* EVANS DO YOU BY ANY CHANCE PLAY OTOME GAMES, CAUSE I HAVE DESCENDED BACK INTO OTOME HELL, EVEN THOUGH I WAS SURE I WAS DONE WITH IT WHEN I FINISHED MYSTIC MESSENGER. Lemme enlighten you:

This is a game called ‘Cinderella Phenomenon’, made by Dicesuki. It’s completely free to play, available on Steam, for pc and mac. 

These are the dateable characters.  From left to right: Waltz, Fritz, Karma, Rumpel and Rod.

This is Karma, the only route I’ve played so far. 

This is also Karma. Yes, he casually crossdresses. 

Ah, the MC of the game is also a character I like because it’s one whose personalty I actually hate, but at the same time, I get where she’s coming from, and those characters are always a sign of good writing for me, because they make someone a bitch, but not a pure bitch who’s like that for the sake of being mean.

What i’m trying to say is, if you’re into otome games, this is a gem, so you HAVE to play it at some point.  Maybe not now, but at some point. 

Yeah, Saiko is a rare gem in TG, so it’s pretty much impossible not to like her. Because, wow, a nice person! That’s rare! (hopefully we didn’t jinx ourselves now)

I’ve… dropped TG again XD I guess I just don’t have the patience to deal with the mess that is Touken. And the last of Urie/Saiko. If Urie/Saiko happens, though, I’ll definitely pick it up again ^^;;;

Kaneki’s strategy in life seems to be ‘ignore it, hopefully it goes away’. Unfortunately, that strategy never works. So, he has some shit incoming soon. I actually kinda want to see the argument between him and Shuu…

Oh, it’s Hayama Akira from Shokugeki no Soma/Food Wars. It’s an anime about cooking. Unfortunately, it’s also… Ecchi. So, if you’re not comfortable with those things, then I’d recommend skipping it. In all honesty, it’s not even that good.  But the food does look delicious ;-;

You’ve invented a new kind of stupid, a damage you can never undo kind of stupid. The open all the cells in Cochlea kind of stupid. 

Well, HxH seems… interesting to say the least. But from what I’ve heard, it gets VERY emotional later on, so good luck with that!

I wrote the whole thing from memory, so I honestly doubt rapping along is considered bad XD

Scar gets EVEN MORE development. Seriously, no matter where you are in the manga, he always gets more development.

You seriously have something against my heart, don’t you? Cause you make it die every time you send something like this T_T

Good luck with making me blush, because at this point, I am convinced I’m physically unable to blush. Because no matter how embarrassed I get, I never, ever blush. One of my friends tested me, when we were still in elementary school, by constantly making sexual innuendos around my crush, yet I never blushed. It’s fascinating, really.

Okay, but imagine Roy realising I like guys with slightly longer hair. I don’t know about you, but my mind immediately goes to a certain midget.

And since I’m pretty sure that, if I was an alchemist, I’d specialise in water alchemy (a, because it’s all around us and easily accessible, b, because the human body is made up of 60% water, so you’re able to do a lot of damage with it (as the freezing alchemist graciously showed us), even though I don’T think I’d freeze/turn people into steam, maybe just smaller body parts. Y’know, so I don’t exactly kill them), so we’d be a pretty dynamic pair.

Which alchemy do you think you’d specialise in?

BUt seriously, I can already imagine Scar being so so worried around you in the beginning, cause you always freeze up around him and he’s actually kinda hurt?? but he doesn’t want to admit it, cause he’s proud™, and then again, he doesn’t like it?? So he tries being gentler, nicer around you, so you stop looking at him like he’s a lion or something, and it actually takes a lot of effort on his part, but he’s trying to change, so he needs people NOT being afraid of him And eventually he succeeds and you’d no longer freezing up and he’s so freaking proud because the girl who honestly reminded him of a mouse at first is finally talking to him, and he feels like he’s accomplished a big step in life.  seriously, i can see him fussing over you so much, because he’s always, always worried he’s intimidating you, and he genuinely doesn’t want that

Tatsuo is the definition of a glorious bastard.

THE NEW CHAP OF KUROHITSUJI IS HERE!! And honestly, I’m a bit disappointed, because that’s it?? I mean, what exactly was the purpose of this chapter?? Probably to say that, yes, this actually IS Ciel, and they actually ARE twins, but I honestly never doubted that. But, hey, we got to see a panel from a long, long time ago drawn again, and we can see the art development:

It’s actually beautiful to see how much Yana has improved over the years.

Oh, and I found this:

Beautiful.

AAAND I’ve also seen the new Spiderman! Peter is so pure ;-; And he’s younger than me. Wow.