#then the rest of them are in a random order depending on the day

[postsaturday]

I saw a TikTok or something about which Shameless characters you would trust with your drink and which ones you wouldn't trust. In general, it said the Gallagher children and friends you could trust, and Frank, Monica, Terry, etc. you couldn't trust. There weren't any real surprises or groundbreaking theories, but it did make me think about the wide array of reasons that I would or would not trust someone with my drink and what that trust looks like.

Can I trust that my drink will be safe to drink when I get back? Can I trust that I will have a drink at all? Can I trust that the other person remembers that I asked them to watch it?

In general, I do trust that the Gallagher children and friends will not put anything in my drink. I can't trust all of them to remember that I asked them to watch my drink, and I can't trust that some of them won't drink it. A few of them I trust to tell me that they won't watch my drink and then they don't, so at least I know what I'm getting with them.

[amyzworldds]

Title: Silent Screamer

Masterlist

Yn, seventeen’s noisy, online-addicted maknae, goes quiet to spite her teasing members, leaving fans worried. Pairing: Seventeen x 14th Member Genre: Humor, Fluff

It all started innocently enough. Seventeen's yn, the group’s chaotic 14th member and resident maknae, had built a reputation among carats as the loudest, wildest, and most internet-obsessed idol in kpop history. She was a full of energy—always screaming at the top of her lungs during practice, posting unhinged tiktok with Dokyeom (her partner-in-crime), and flooding weverse with the most random thoughts imaginable. One minute she’d be ranting about how Vernon ate her last ramen packet “VERNON OPPA, I TRUSTED YOU!”, the next she’d be uploading a blurry selfie with the caption, “is my left eyebrow possessed or is it just me?” carats adored her for it. She was their unfiltered queen.

Her tiktok duets with Dokyeom were legendary. The two of them once spent an entire day recreating every viral sound they could find, from DK dramatically lip-syncing “OH NO, I’M FALLING IN LOVE” while yn pretended to faint in the background, to yn doing an exaggerated aegyo dance while DK wheezed off-screen. Fans lived for their chaos. “DK and YN are the siblings we didn’t know we needed,” one carat commented. Another wrote, “They’re single-handedly keeping my Wi-Fi bill paid.”

But yn’s online presence wasn’t just limited to tiktok. Weverse was her personal diary. She’d post things like: “Woozi-oppa just glared at me for singing ‘Hot’ off-key in the shower… I think he’s plotting my demise,” or “Ordered a giant inflatable unicorn online. Arrived today. Mingyu-oppa popped it by sitting on it. I’m suing for emotional damages.” And don’t even get started on her shopping addiction. Every other day, a new package would arrive at the dorm—random stuff like a neon-green wig “for emergencies”, a set of glow-in-the-dark chopsticks “aesthetic”, or—most infamously—a life-sized cardboard cutout of herself. When it arrived, she proudly propped it up near the dorm’s front door, declaring, “This is so you oppas won’t miss me when I’m out of town! Look at it and remember your precious maknae!” The members stared at it, dumbfounded, as she beamed. “It’s like I’m always here with you!���

“Yn-ah,” Seungcheol had said, rubbing his temples, “we see you every day. We’re not gonna miss you that much.”

“Rude, Cheol oppa!” she’d huffed. “You’ll thank me when I’m on a solo schedule and you’re all crying because I’m not here to brighten your lives!”

“Yeah,” Jeonghan had smirked, “I’ll just cry into this creepy cardboard version of you staring at me every time I walk in. Super comforting.”

She’d stuck her tongue out at him and moved on, but the cutout stayed—lurking by the door like a silent, slightly judgmental yn clone.

She was noisy, she was wild, and she was always glued to her phone. That is, until one fateful day when everything changed.

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It began during a casual group dinner. Yn was mid-rant about how she’d just spent 30 minutes arguing with a stranger in the comments of a random tweet about whether pineapple belongs on pizza “IT DOES, FIGHT ME!”, when Seungkwan finally snapped. “Yn-ah, do you ever stop being online? I swear, your phone is surgically attached to your hand.” The rest of the members laughed, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah,” Mingyu chimed in, smirking. “I bet you couldn’t survive a day without Wi-Fi. You’d probably cry for your tiktok like a baby.”

“Excuse me?!” Yn shot back, slamming her chopsticks down dramatically. “I am not that dependent on the internet! I could totally live without it!”

“Oh, really?” Jun said, leaning forward with that mischievous glint in his eyes. “Prove it, then. No phone, no tiktok, no weverse, no random packages of useless crap—like that life-sized you by the door that’s been judging me every morning. Let’s see how long you last, Miss ‘I Tweeted About My Sock Falling Off Yesterday.’”

“I DIDN’T TWEET THAT, I POSTED IT ON WEVERSE, OPPA!” Yn screeched, her voice echoing through the dorm. “And that cutout is a gift to you all! You’re welcome! And fine! I’ll prove it! Starting tomorrow, I’m going full mysterious-quiet-yn mode. No posting, no whining, no nothing. You’ll see—I’m not just some loud, whiny maknae who needs her phone!”

DK snorted. “Yeah, sure. I give it three hours before you’re begging me to film a tiktok with you.”

“OPPA, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE!” yn wailed, flailing her arms. But the gauntlet was thrown. The bet was on.

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The next day, yn went silent. Like, scarily silent. No random posts. No tiktok updates. No bursting into the practice room screaming, “Hoshi-oppa, I just saw a TikTok of a tiger doing backflips, we need to try that!” Nothing. She just sat there during rehearsals, arms crossed, lips pursed, rolling her eyes dramatically every time one of the members tried to tease her. The life-sized cutout by the door stood as her only spokesperson, staring blankly at the oppas as they walked by.

“Aw, look at our little maknae,” Minghao cooed, ruffling her hair. “Trying so hard to be mysterious. What’s next? You gonna start wearing a trench coat and sunglasses indoors?”

Yn glared at him, swatting his hand away. “I’m proving a point, oppa. Keep laughing. You’ll see.”

The members couldn’t help themselves—they kept poking at her. “Bet she’s dying to check her phone right now,” Wonwoo said casually, scrolling through his own device. “Probably missing her daily dose of arguing with carats about whether cats or dogs are better.”

“I AM NOT!” Yn snapped, then immediately clamped her mouth shut, realizing she’d broken her 'quiet' persona. She huffed, crossed her arms tighter, and turned away, muttering, “Whatever. At least my cutout’s still here to remind you I exist.”

“Oh, we can’t forget you with that thing around,” Hoshi muttered, shuddering as he glanced at the cardboard yn. “I tripped over it last night and screamed because I thought it was a ghost.”

By day three, the fans noticed. Carats flooded weverse and tiktok with posts like, “Where’s YN? Did she lose her phone?” and “No random rants about Dino oppa stealing her snacks… is she okay?!” One fan even started a hashtag: #BringBackNoisyYN. The silence was deafening, and the fandom was in a full-on panic.

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Fast forward to a week later. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua decided to hop on a Weverse live to calm the fans down. The three of them sat in the dorm’s living room, surrounded by yn’s pile of abandoned packages. The life-sized cutout loomed by the door in the background, its unblinking stare adding an extra layer of absurdity to the scene. The chat was already buzzing.

“Oppa, where’s yn?!” one comment read. “Is she sick? She hasn’t posted in DAYS!”

“Yeah, she’s usually so loud and chaotic—what’s going on?” another fan typed.

Seungcheol let out a deep, hearty laugh, leaning back in his chair. “Oh, carats, don’t worry. Our maknae’s fine. She’s just… on a mission.”

“A mission?” Joshua echoed, grinning. “More like a tantrum.”

“Okay, here’s the tea,” Jeonghan said, leaning into the camera with that signature sly smile. “Our little yn-ie got mad because we teased her about being too loud and too online. You know how she’s always posting stuff like, ‘Seungkwan oppa yelled at me for breathing too loud’ or ‘I just ordered a disco ball for the dorm, don’t tell Woozi oppa?' Well, we told her she couldn’t survive without her phone, and she took it personally.”

“Very personally,” Seungcheol added, chuckling. “She’s been sulking around the dorm all week, trying to prove she can be ‘quiet and mysterious.’ It’s hilarious.”

The chat exploded. “LMAO YN IS SO DRAMATIC,” one fan wrote. “She’s really out here trying to be a silent queen??”

“She’s doing a decent job, though,” Joshua admitted, smirking. “She hasn’t whined at us in, like, four days. Usually, she’s screaming, ‘Mingyu oppa, stop eating my snacks!’ or ‘DK-oppa, let’s film a tiktok right now!’ But now? She just rolls her eyes and walks away. It’s kinda creepy.”

“Creepy but funny,” Seungcheol said. “Yesterday, Hoshi tried to get her to crack by jumping out from behind a door with that life-sized cutout of herself she got—oh yeah, she bought that thing so we ‘wouldn’t miss her’ when she’s out of town and stuck it by the door to ‘remind us of her greatness.’ Anyway, she didn’t even scream when he did it. Just glared at him and left. I think he’s still traumatized.”

Jeonghan snickered. “Oh, and don’t get me started on her shopping habit. We told her half her packages are useless junk—like that glow-in-the-dark toilet seat cover she got last month, or that cardboard yn staring at us 24/7. She got so mad, she swore she’d stop ordering stuff. But I saw her sneaking a peek at her phone last night. Bet she’s got a new shipment of random crap coming tomorrow.”

The fans were losing it in the chat. “GLOW-IN-THE-DARK TOILET SEAT?? SHE IS A GENIUS,” one wrote. “The cutout so they won’t miss her?? She’s iconic even when she’s quiet,” another added.

“So yeah,” Seungcheol concluded, still grinning. “She’s not missing or sick or anything. She’s just proving a point. Our wild, noisy maknae is trying to be all mysterious now. Don’t worry, carats—she’ll break eventually. She can’t resist tiktok forever. And honestly, that cutout’s doing a terrible job of replacing her—it doesn’t scream or order random junk.”

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Sure enough, two days later, yn caved. The members were in the middle of a dance practice when she suddenly burst into the room, phone in hand, screaming, “DK-OPPA, THERE’S A NEW TREND WE HAVE TO DO RIGHT NOW! I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!” She shoved her phone in his face, showing off some absurd filter that made their heads look like potatoes.

DK doubled over laughing. “I KNEW IT! You lasted, what, nine days? That’s a new record, yn-ah!”

“Shut up, oppa!” she whined, stomping her foot. “I proved my point! I can be quiet and mysterious! Now move, we’re filming this! And don’t touch my cutout—it’s still guarding the door!”

Within an hour, her tiktok was back online—a video of her and DK cackling as they danced with potato heads, captioned, “My mysterious era: officially over. Miss me, carats?” Weverse followed with a post: “I’m back, oppas are annoying, and I just ordered a lava lamp. Don’t tell Jeonghan-oppa. P.S. My cutout says hi.”

The fans rejoiced. The dorm was noisy again. The life-sized yn by the door stood watch as packages piled up once more. And seventeen's wild maknae was back where she belonged—screaming, posting, and driving her thirteen oppas absolutely insane.

[lightsoutmatthews]

please an auston matthews with the “because i know you” prompt!

"Because I know you." - Auston Matthews

summary: a collection of things he does just shows how well Auston knows you.

pairing: Auston Matthews x female!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none, just fluff

authors note:

since the request didn’t specify if you wanted angst or fluff I decided to make it sugary sweet :)

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It started with a cup of coffee being delivered to your office on a random Tuesday afternoon right at the second you were thinking about getting one for yourself from the coffee station down the hall.

You didn’t particularly like the coffee from there, it was cheap and the machine somehow managed to make it worse by brewing it, but it would have held you over for the rest of the day while you continued to read through emails and write responses like your life depended on it.

The cup from your favorite café in downtown Toronto was handed to you by one of your co-workers who raised her eyebrows at you. “I didn’t order that,” you told her outright, but she handed you the cup regardless. “The delivery guy said it´s for you,” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

There was no message on the cup, but you could guess from who it was. There was only one person who could know exactly when you could use a little pick me up at work.

He was smart by not putting a message on it. Your relationship not something really known to the public even though you had been together for over a year at this point.

You weren’t making a big deal about dating one of Torontos biggest athletes, especially around the office where his team was a topic of conversation on the daily. Not even your closest work friends knew who exactly you were dating. And it was good that way.

I Thanks for the coffee, exactly what I needed x

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The week after that lunch from your favorite restaurant was delivered in the same manner as the coffee was. No name on the order but yours, making your co-workers once again wonder if you were lying to them about not ordering it for yourself or if you actually didn’t.

You were knee deep into the finishing touches for one of the biggest projects of the quarter and barely had time to go and grab lunch from the cafeteria, much less to make the trip to any restaurant more than five minutes away from the building.

The delivery was godsend and like he knew, he sent enough so you had something to keep for the evening, since it was almost sure that you had to stay longer than usual and would only arrive home late, way after dinner time.

You hummed contently when you took the first bite, almost letting out a moan at how good the food felt after hours of working without taking a break.

He once again knew exactly what you needed at the right time, like he was a psychic that could read your mind all the way from his road trip across the country.

I thanks for lunch and dinner, exactly what I needed. Can´t wait to see you tomorrow. x

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The third time it happened was a week later when you finished the big presentation, and everyone gathered for a small party to celebrate the success, and that the client was happy with everything you had come up with in the weeks of hard work.

You were a little bummed because most people invited their significant others to the bar you were gathered at, unfortunately you couldn’t. Firstly, because your boyfriend wasn’t even in the country and secondly because still, no one knew who he even was.

A few of your co-workers asked about him but you kept telling them that he was away for work. Sometimes you wondered if they even believed you that he existed because you never mentioned him by name or brought him to any work functions that warranted bringing a plus one.

When a delivery person entered the bar, shouting your name for everyone to hear, you froze. “Sign here,” the guy rushed out, putting the tablet in front of your face quicker than you could react to anything.

You scribbled your signature before he handed you a box, a beautiful bouquet of flowers peeking through a hole at the top.

When you opened it, a bouquet waited for you, alongside a card.

One of your co-workers snatched it directly from the box before you could react. “Hey,” you laughed. “Congratulations on finishing your big project, sorry I can´t be there to celebrate. A.” she read.

You blushed at the message, he once again knew exactly what you needed from him in order to feel better about him not being there with you.

“Woah, we know mystery man is in fact real, and his first name starts with an A? We´ve been waiting for this confirmation for months!” you shook your head laughing. “That´s some expensive flowers, he´s got money.” Someone else chimed in.

“Give me that,” you laughed, snatching the card back before they could ask about it even more.

“One day you will introduce us to him,” someone chuckled. “Who knows, maybe you already know him,” you teased which only raised more eyebrows.

I The flowers are beautiful, thank you so much. x

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When you arrived at Auston´s place that night you were exhausted. The months leading up to this day catching up with you, swallowing all the energy you had left in your body, almost making you too tired to get out of the car and walk up to his door.

When you finally mustered up enough strength to make your way, he was already waiting in the frame. An easy smile on his lips, Felix next to him, excitedly wiggling his tail at your arrival.

“Hey snuff,” you greeted the dog, quickly patting his head before standing up straight again to greet your boyfriend, the flowers firm in one hand.

“Hey,” you greeted the tall man, a shy smile on your lips. “Hey,” he chuckled, opening his arms so you could slip right into his comfortable embrace.

Tension left your body as soon as he wrapped his arms around you. The familiarity of his arms taking every ounce of stress away for the moment.

“Long day?” Auston whispered in your hair. “Long month,” you replied chuckling. “Come on, I ordered some food and when were done I can set you up a bath before we go to bed.” You let out a loud sigh. Exactly what you needed.

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After eating on the couch, chatting about your days in hushed voices between laughter and shared bites, he made his way to the upstairs bathroom to set up a bath while you cleaned up the plates and made sure Felix got another snack before heading upstairs to join him.

The bathroom was lit up with a few candles he pulled from God knows where and it was smelling like your favorite bath salt. The one that you usually kept for special occasions because it was expensive.

“Since when do you have my favorite bathing salt in your bathroom?” He just laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

Raising you eyebrows at him you decided to let it go without questioning it any further and to just enjoy that he was paying enough attention to actually know what to buy.

While you were enjoying the warmth of the water relaxing your muscles and taking your mind off things Auston rumbled around downstairs doing something you didn’t care enough about to question. Every now and then you heard clinking, but it wasn’t worrying enough to go and check out.

A few minutes later he came back and handed you a glass of wine. “How did you know?” you questioned with another raised eyebrow, but he once again just shrugged and smiled before leaving you alone to soak and relax for as long as you wanted.

When the water started to get cold you got out. On the toilet laid a navy-colored hoodie. The exact one he was wearing earlier when you were sitting on the couch.

He knew one of you favorite things to do after a long day was to wear his hoodies, especially when there were worn and smelled like him.

You slipped the soft fabric over your head and inhaled deeply before putting your stuff away and making your way back to the living room after a quick detour to the bedroom to grab your phone and drop off your bag that you discharged in the hallway on your way.

Auston was snuggled up with Felix on the couch, your favorite movie already cued up, a warm blanket draped over him, the other half waiting for you to cuddle under and relax for the rest of the evening.

“You´re spoiling me today,” you mumbled after cozying up under the blanket, one arm placed on his chest, while your head rested on his shoulder.

“You deserve some relaxation after the month you had. I know how hard you worked.” A soft kiss to the crown of your head followed before the room was filled by only the sound of the movie and your soft breathing.

When you opened your eyes the next time the credits were rolling and Auston was playing on his phone. “Good morning,” he chuckled lightly before putting the device away.

“Hey,” you mumbled quietly. “Slept well?” he asked, an amused smile spreading on his face. “Yeah, but I need to go to bed, otherwise I won´t make it up,”

A soft laugh left his mouth. “Come on,” he said, getting up and holding out a hand for you to grab. When you stood at your full height he bent down and swept you off your feed, carrying your bridal style up the stairs.

“I can walk on my own, you know?”

Careful to not drop you he laughed. “I know, but sometimes you deserve to be carried.”

You shook your head but laughed at his remark.

When you were nestled in bed together, his arm lazily slung around your waist, your hand softly drawing the patterns of his tattooed arm you sighed. “What´s up?” he whispered.

“This evening was all I needed, from getting the flowers all the way to now,” you sensed that he felt a but coming. “no but, I promise, just a question,”

He nodded his head in a motion for you to go on. “How do you always know exactly what I need? Not that I´m complaining but it is a little scary that you sent me coffee the exact moment I was craving some, or sent me lunch on a day where I did not have time to get some myself?”

A quiet laugh left his mouth. “Easy question. It’s because I know you.”

“Thank you, for knowing me and for taking care of me.” You mumbled, already half asleep again. “That´s what I´m here for,” he laughed, which was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into sleep again.

[screeching-bunny]

may i request some yan!butler/maid hcs? ur fics/hcs r like my lifeline ALSO love love the name Ligma (srry for the poor grammar, english is my first language/hj)

Yandere! Butler Hcs

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

A/N: LIGMA BALLZ. Anyways thanks for liking my name it’s so fucking awesome isn’t it?

🌟 Yandere! Butler who’s a year older than you and has been serving you ever since your teenage years. He’s dedicated and willing to spend the rest of his life serving you as long as it means being by your side forever. He first becomes enamored by you when you happen to come by the shop he was working at the time. He was enchanted by you and after finding out that you were a noble, he began grooming himself in order to be the perfect servant for you. When the position of being an attendant opened up in your manor, he quickly signed up for it. Yandere! Butler made sure to perform his duties as perfectly and diligently as possible while in that position. It was all to ensure that he would be promoted to be personal butler.

🌟 Yandere! Butler was not able to communicate with you when he was first hired to your manor due to being too low of a rank. He could only stare at you longingly from afar and wish that he could be closer to you. Yandere! Butler during this time period would discreetly follow you around wherever you went. Although he wasn’t allowed to talk to you, he still wanted to feel like he was a part of your life, like some secret protector. While doing this he’s definitely stolen a few of your possessions and stored them for his own personal use.

🌟 Yandere! Butler is so enthralled when he finally gets promoted to being your butler. Finally!!! After all these years he can finally talk and touch his beloved person! He’s so excited that he can’t stop shaking with joy when he hears the news. Every waking moment of his life from this point in time will belong to you and only you. He is willing to do anything you ask of him. No matter how small or difficult the task is, he will make sure to complete it as if his life depended on it. As long as it gets you to look and notice him then it is all worth it.

🌟 Yandere! Butler is only loyal towards you. He is not willing to take orders from anyone but you, even if it’s from your own family members. How dare they try to take away his time and thoughts of you away from him? Have they no shame?! Yandere! Butler would definitely be willing to fight anyone who dares to insult you. He doesn’t care if they are young or elderly, his hands are rated E for everyone. His love language is words of affection, so get ready to hear a barrage of compliments every waking moment of your life. Even when you’re not around, he’s still singing praises about you much to the displeasure of literally everyone else.

Yandere! Butler: “Did you see them today! I swear they get more dashing every time I see them. I wonder if they’ll let me touch their–”

Random Maid: (crying) “PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SHUT UP!!! IT’S BEEN TWO HOURS!!!”

🌟 Yandere! Butler is in charge of your everyday routine. He’s the one planning all of your meals and makes them personally. He will get upset if anyone but him makes you food because he makes sure to plan it perfectly in order to fit your nutritional needs. He makes sure to take care of you as if you were porcelain glass. His movements with you are light and delicate almost as if he were scared that you would break if he were ever too rough with you. He loves to hear you talk about your day and ramble on about meaningless things. It’s somewhat therapeutic to him and it’s like listening to an asmr podcast in his eyes. He takes in everything that you say and a majority of times gives good advice when you need it. If you ever fall in love, never tell him. He will either gut that person alive or give you the worst possible love advice you have ever heard.

“This guy I met at the bakery was super attractive. How do you think I should approach him?”

Yandere! Butler: (screaming on the inside) “You should tell him that he’s gross. I heard nowadays guys find it attractive when people play hard to get.”

🌟 Yandere! Butler legitimately thinks that you are the most perfect person in the universe and that no one deserves you, including himself. He doesn’t care that you may not ever love him, just allow him to stay by your side all of eternity and he’ll be happy. You could tear him apart or take everything he owns and he’d still be loyal toward you. When he signed that contract, he did not only just promise to be your butler but also made a heartfelt vow that everything he does will be for your greater good. He loves the look of a smile on your face and would do anything to keep it there. Murder is not beneath him, if anyone dares to make you cry then he won’t hold back. Whether it be poison, decapitation, drowning, and etc. He’s willing to do it for you, all in the name of love.

🌟 Yandere! Butler takes care of any task that you deem stressful and overwhelmed by. If he sees any type of distraught look on your face he is taking over. Has that business deal been causing you to lose sleep? Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, he’ll make sure to handle everything. Are you getting a migraine while doing some paperwork? Well then, wait right there as he brews you some tea and he’ll get right in on working on it. If he ever sees you sneeze and sniffle then he is going straight mama bear mode. He’ll force you to stay in bed even if you aren't really sick and he won’t listen to any of your protests. No job is a headache to him when it involves you in the picture. So why don’t you just sit back and relax so that he can just take care of you.

[arc852]

Going Back and Moving On

Summary: Skizz is fourteen when he decides to try and get some closure.

Word Count: 4291

AO3 Link

It's another blast from the past, though this time Imp and Skizz are a little bit older! I hope you guys enjoy!

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 Skizz was fourteen when he finally felt brave enough to go back into the walls.

 It was on a random day, a school day, Skizz was reminded as he woke up and saw Impulse stuffing his bag with homework before moving to gather some clothes to get changed with. Skizz yawned and turned away, allowing himself a few extra minutes of shut eye before Impulse came over to ‘wake’ him up.

 Skizz listened to the shifting and shuffling of Impulse getting ready as he burrowed himself more into his own blankets. He was currently on Impulse’s nightstand in a small blanket that Impulse had wrapped around many times to make a sort of nest for Skizz to sleep in. Skizz always went back and forth between this spot and under the bed when it came to sleeping. Sometimes, he would even sleep on Impulse, it always depended.

 But he had been on the nightstand last night, so it was a lot easier for Impulse to come over and nudge at him gently with a finger. “Come on Skizz, I know you aren’t actually sleeping.” Impulse said and Skizz groaned. After four years, it was hard to hide anything from Impulse anymore. Even something as simple as pretending to still be asleep.

 Skizz huffed and turned himself over, glaring up at Impulse as Impulse simply returned the look with a smile. “Unless you want to make me late for school, you better start getting ready.” Impulse said, his arms were crossed but his tone was light.

 Skizz groaned but finally sat up, raising his arms up in order to stretch them. Impulse watched him fondly, a look that Skizz was far too used to at this point. “Actually,” Skizz started, looking off to the side. “I think I’m gonna stay here today, if that’s alright with you.” Skizz said with a simple shrug, although his heart was beating a bit faster than normal. It had nothing to do with Impulse, however, but of Skizz’s well thought out plans for the day once Impulse actually left.

 Impulse blinked, confused. “Oh-I mean, yeah of course.” Impulse said, his confusion slowly turning into a smile. It wasn’t like this was the first time Skizz hadn’t gone with him to school. It just hadn’t really happened in a while. “Did you need me to set anything out for you?” Impulse asked as he reached over and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

 Skizz thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. There wasn’t really anything Impulse could give to him for what he needed to do. “Nah, I’m okay.” Skizz said and Impulse nodded.

 “If you’re sure. I’ll see you after school then. Make sure to hide if you hear mom coming up though.” Impulse added on at the end, a bit of worry seeping through his tone.

 Skizz rolled his eyes affectionately. “I know, I know.” Even after so many years of knowing each other and keeping Skizz hidden, Impulse still couldn’t help but be worried about Skizz being found out. Skizz was thankful he was so careful but at the same time, if Impulse’s parents, or anyone else for that matter, hadn’t found out about him by this point in time, then they probably never would. “Now get going or you’ll be late.” Skizz said with a slight laugh. Impulse chuckled and waved goodbye before leaving his bedroom, closing the door behind him and leaving Skizz alone.

 Skizz took a few deep breaths, his smile slipping as soon as he knew Impulse was gone. He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes and letting the tiredness he still felt take over him for a moment. It would be so easy for him to fall back asleep. To forget about his plan and simply get a few more hours of rest.

 But Skizz needed to do this.

 With a sigh, Skizz opened his eyes again and threw off the blanket in order for him to stand up fully. He stretched a bit more before reaching for his borrowing bag and hook. His borrowing bag was the only thing he still had from his previous life in the walls. And the hook had been given to him by Impulse a little after they had first met. It allowed Skizz some small sense of independence, being able to get around on his own. Not that Skizz didn’t like being carried everywhere by Impulse, but the option was nice to have.

 He used his hook to get down from the nightstand and then slowly made his way over toward Impulse’s desk. Sure, he could have used the entrance underneath the bed, it was far closer after all. But Skizz needed the extra time to really think about what he was doing. Of course by taking the long way he risked bailing all together but Skizz was confident he could go through with it.

 His grip on his bag strap tightened as he got closer. It had been so long since he had last been in the walls. The last time being right after he had met Impulse. Seeing the wreckage his dad had left…he hadn’t gone back since. And really, there had been no reason for him to go back. He had Impulse now, a real home where he was taken care of and had someone who actually cared about him. Why would he ever even need to go back?

 …Skizz had been thinking about that question a lot lately.

 Too much, some might say, especially since it had been four years since everything had happened. A good four years. The best four years of Skizz’s short life. So with such a good life now, why did his mind start to wander back into the walls? Why couldn’t he just let it go?

 He thought about talking to Impulse about this, but Skizz knew this was something he had to figure out on his own. And he kind of had. Skizz had figured that the only way to stop thinking about the walls was to…go back in them. Maybe closure was what he needed. Because really, leaving how he did, with everything like that, had been far from a satisfying ending.

 Skizz let out a yelp as he suddenly ran into the wall, so lost in his own thoughts he hadn’t been paying attention to how close he was getting. He backed up a few steps and rubbed at his face, thankful Impulse hadn’t been around to see that.

 He looked at the wall in front of him, his heart beating loud in his ears. His knuckles were turning white with how tight he was holding onto the strap of his bag and his breathing was picking up a bit more. Everything in him was screaming to turn back around and leave it. 

 But he had to do this.

 Before he could hesitate anymore, he pushed against the wall’s secret entrance and slipped inside. The walls were dark. Far darker than he remembered them being. He rubbed at his eyes and they slowly started to adjust, but it wasn’t anywhere close to adjusting to how it used to be. All these years out of the walls must have changed his eyes.

 He shook his head and pushed oneward, one hand against the walls to ground himself more than anything. He didn’t need to see much anyway, he supposed. He knew where to go, even after all this time. His body moved on instinct, turning left and then right, and left again. He was close now. 

 And then there it was. The hand made door that led into his old home, something his dad had made years before he had been born. He placed his hand on it and then took it off just as quickly. His mouth was dry and he already felt tears prick the corners of his eyes despite the fact he wasn’t even inside yet. He took another deep breath and placed his hand back on the door, pushing it open before he could decide otherwise.

 A small part of him almost expected to see his father standing there, waiting for him. But of course, Skizz was met with an empty home. Skizz stayed in the doorway for a long moment, simply staring inside. He could see the main room from where he was and it was exactly as he had left it. Things were toppled over and broken or otherwise completely destroyed. The only difference being the thick layer of dust that had accumulated over the years.

 Skizz took a step inside. And then another. And another. And soon he found himself in the center of it all. His eyes scanned over everything and he couldn’t help but remember the feeling from before. When he had seen the wreckage for the first time. He let out a shaky breath and continued further into the home. His bedroom door was open, just as he had left it. He could already see what had been ingrained in his mind since that day. His old hook and string still layed on the floor, bent and cut.

 He reached toward his side and absentmindedly grazed the hook that hung at his hip.

 He supposed that was as best of a place as any to start. He all but fell to his knees, wincing as he was reminded of how he had done so before, and carefully started to pick up the mess. He gathered all 18 pieces of his old string and his bent hook before standing and moving back into the main room. 

 There was still a small plastic bag in the area they had used to eat and store food and so Skizz threw the broken pieces of his old life into it.

 He didn’t expect to feel all that different. But…he did feel a bit lighter. Throwing it away felt so final. And when he closed his eyes, the room in his mind no longer held the broken hook and string either. Skizz smiled to himself, a small smile, but a smile nonetheless.

 He turned back toward the rest of the place. It was time to put this all to rest.

 Skizz proceeded to spend the next several hours cleaning. He threw things that were too broken away, but if they didn’t seem too bad Skizz made an effort to try and fix it with some materials he had found lying around. He didn’t always succeed but on a few things, he managed to get it looking okay and placed it back where it had gone before. He dusted everywhere, using an old feather he found to push the dust out. And as Skizz cleaned and fixed things, it became less stuffy inside, bit by bit.

 Skizz wiped some sweat off his forehead as he managed to finish both the main room and his room. Of course, things weren’t exactly the same as before. He had to throw a lot of stuff away after all. And he couldn’t exactly fix the dent in the wall. His dad had gone especially crazy inside his room. But it was as neat as it could be and that’s all that really mattered.

 He didn’t live here anymore anyway, so the lack of personality was just fine by Skizz.

 He left his room, throwing one last thing away and noticing the bag was starting to get too full. Thankfully, he only had one last room left to clean out. Unfortunately, that room happened to be his dad’s.

 He glanced over in the direction of the closed door. Even back then, Skizz hadn’t looked in the room. He had been too distracted by how everything else looked to even think about going in there. Whatever was behind that door was a mystery to Skizz, one that scared him more than he was willing to admit.

 But he was so close to getting this done. So close to that closure he sought after. He could do this one last room.

 He pushed it open and what he saw behind the door…didn’t surprise him.

 Most everything was just completely gone. There were a few things tossed around here and there, a few broken pieces but mostly the room itself was empty.

 Skizz let out a small sigh. His dad must have taken most of his things with him when he left. Honestly, this was the best case scenario for Skizz. It meant he didn’t have to look at anything new that would remind him of his dad. He grabbed the feather and started cleaning the room, dusting the floor and throwing what little was inside away.

 Coming back into the room, he made his way toward one of the only pieces of furniture left inside, a wooden handmade dresser that his dad had made around the same time he had made all of their doors. What was weird about the dresser though, was that it seemed to be the only thing in the entire place that had remained untouched. It wasn’t broken and the door was firmly shut. Skizz reached for the handle and pulled it open.

 At first glance, Skizz thought the dresser was completely empty. But looking closer, pushed into the very corner of the dresser, was a bag.

 Skizz was confused. Surely his dad would have taken his borrowing bag with him. But as he pulled it out, he realized it looked nothing like how his dad’s had.

 Skizz’s breath hitched and he almost desperately turned it over, looking frantically at the precise stitching. And then he saw it. His eyes widened and he carefully grazed his thumb over the name that was stitched into the side of the bag. Small enough to not draw attention but noticeable, like the person who left it was too proud of her work to leave it without.

 This was his mom’s bag.

 Why would his dad not take it though? Surely his dad would have wanted to keep this, to remember her by…Although, his father seemed pretty adamant on not wanting anymore reminders of his wife. It was his whole reasoning for abandoning him after all.

 Either way, whether his dad left the bag on purpose or accident, it didn’t really matter. What did matter was that he had it now.

 Skizz carefully slipped off his own bag, noticing how his mom’s was bigger. He set his bag on the floor and put his mom’s bag over his shoulder instead. Again, the bulk of it was bigger and it would take some getting used to, but it felt…right. He knelt down on the floor and opened his bag and then his mom’s, getting ready to transfer everything over. But he paused when he opened his mom’s bag and saw a folded up piece of paper inside.

 It was otherwise empty but Skizz couldn’t stop his hand from shaking as he reached for it. He turned it over and his heart just about leaped out of his chest when he saw his own name on the front of it.

 Slowly, he turned the paper back around and started unfolding it. There were paragraphs of words on the paper, all in the same style as the stitched name on his mom’s bag. Swallowing the forming lump in his throat, his eyes started to scan the page.

 Skizz,

 I’m not doing well. 

 I know that’s no way to start a letter, especially to my own baby, but the truth is the further I get into this pregnancy the weaker I feel. I can barely even get out of bed anymore and I sleep more often than not. 

 I fear I will not live to see you, my sweet baby. 

 It took me a while to process that, if I’m being honest. That I won’t get to see you, or hold you, or watch you grow up. I cried for a good few hours straight once I realized. But…I think I’m okay now. I still wish it wasn’t the case, of course, but if it means you get to live then I would happily give my life for yours.

 …Your father doesn’t know how bad it really is. Or maybe he does and he’s trying to ignore it. Either way he’s running around worried sick over me and you. I’m sure at this point you are well aware of how your father can be when he’s so worried. I can only imagine what he’ll be like when you get sick for the first time. I’m sure you were pampered to the moon and back.

 Skizz paused there, a few tears pooling in his eyes as he processed everything he read in that first chunk. So his mom knew she probably wouldn’t make it. But she had come to terms with it, at least as far as she said in the note. And his father…

 Skizz shook his head and continued reading.

 I decided to write this little note to you, because I want you to know my words at least once. To read with your own eyes how much I love you.

 Okay, Skizz was actively crying now. He did his best to keep the paper away from his falling tears and wiped at his eyes enough to continue reading.

 I’m sure you know this by now but in borrower culture, I would have made you your own bag before you were born and given it to you once you reached the age to go borrowing. I did start one in the very beginning, when I first realized I was pregnant with you, but I’m much too weak now to finish it. So instead, I want to give you my borrowing bag. It’ll be something that can connect the both of us together, even when I’m gone. And that thought alone makes me so happy. I plan on putting this note in my bag for you as well, so that you can read it when you’re old enough to understand.

 I’m not telling your father about the note. Only because he’d probably make me rewrite the whole thing simply because I keep referring to you as Skizz. Your father is so sure you’re going to be a girl. But I know better. I know you. Even if I’ll never get to meet you properly, I know you are my precious little boy and I know that your name is Skizz.

 I’m sorry I can’t be there for you. But I know you are in good hands. Your father assures me everyday that he will spoil you no matter who you turn out to be. I hope he spoils you enough for the both of us. It’s hard, leaving this all to him, but I trust that he’ll keep you safe.

 I love you, Skizz. And though I am not able to be there with you, I hope you can still know how true that is.

 Be good and be you.

 Love,

Mom

 Skizz reread the letter at least another three times before he lowered it. He stared at the bag, tears still in his eyes though he was no longer actively crying. He just felt…sad. Sad for what could have been.

 He wished his dad could’ve been the person his mom had known.

 Unfortunately, he had changed drastically after her death. Something she couldn’t have predicted. But she had wanted the best life possible for him and Skizz’s heart ached for someone he never even knew.

 He couldn’t help but wonder if his mom would be happy with his life as it was now. He was happy, Impulse was the best thing to ever happen to him. But what would his mom think?

 He obviously couldn’t know for sure, but he decided to think that she would also be happy. Happy that he got away from his father who had changed and was living a life where he was actually cared for. At the very least, from her note, she seemed the type of person to feel that way. 

 He carefully folded up the letter again and placed it into one of the many pockets of his mom’s bag for safe keeping. He then proceeded to transfer all of his things over to his new bag and once his old one was empty, he put it in the dresser. The same spot his mom’s bag had been in. There was really no use in taking it with him, after all. It was old and falling apart anyway.

 With his new bag slung over his shoulder, Skizz left his father’s old room, closing the door shut behind him. There was nothing left for him in there. And as he looked to the rest of his old home, he realized there was nothing left for him anywhere. He was happy to see it cleaned and put back together, it certainly did wonders for his want of closure. But now that it was all said and done, there was nothing left for him.

 He gripped tightly on his bag strap before releasing it and letting his hand hang at his side. He went to the front door and glanced back one last time before leaving, making sure he closed the door behind him. His hand stayed on the handle for a bit too long but Skizz couldn’t find it in himself to care. He let out a breath and released his grip on the knob before turning and walking away.

 His new bag was bigger by his side but it felt good, like his borrowing bag finally fit him now. It hit his side gently as he walked along the paths in the walls, back to where he had come in from, back to Impulse’s room. 

 As he stepped back out into the light and made his way past the desk, it was then that there was a sudden knock on the door. Three knocks with a beat of silence in between them, the signal they had long since come up with so Skizz would know it was Impulse coming in and not anyone else.

 There was another beat of nothing before Impulse opened the door and walked in. Skizz watched as Impulse’s eyes first went to the nightstand but before Impulse spent any longer looking for him, Skizz cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled up in his direction. “Impulse! I’m down here!” Skizz said along with a small wave and watched as Impulse’s eyes snapped right to him.

 Impulse smiled and set his backpack at the foot of his bed before coming over and reaching down toward Skizz, scooping him up into his hand with ease. Skizz didn’t even flinch, far used to being picked up. “Hey, how was…” Impulse started to ask as he stood back up but paused when he seemed to notice something. A thumb carefully came forward and rubbed at his arm before coming away and angling itself so Impulse could see the pad of it. Impulse frowned. “Why are you so dusty?”

 Skizz blinked and looked down at himself, not realizing he was covered in dust. It made sense though, of course. He had just spent the last few hours cleaning within the walls. Before Skizz could answer though, because it wasn’t like he was trying to hide it, Impulse’s other hand came up and gently lifted Skizz’s new bag to get a better look at it. Impulse’s eyes were furrowed with confusion. “And wait…this isn’t your bag.”

 A small part of Skizz wanted to rip the bag away from Impulse’s fingers but the majority knew that Impulse was nothing if not gentle and there was really no reason for Skizz to worry about his mom’s bag. “It…is now.” 

 Impulse let the bag slip from his fingers and it fell gently back to Skizz’s side as he waited for Skizz to explain. Skizz sighed and let his hands wander back to the strap of said bag. “I might have gone back into the walls.” Skizz admitted, not quite meeting Impulse’s eyes.

 “Wait, what?” He asked, shock and confusion thick in his tone.

 Skizz just nodded. “I wanted closure. I wanted…I needed to settle my mind. So I went back and cleaned everything up.” Skizz looked back down at his bag, running a hand over it. “I found this tucked away. It…it was my mom’s.”

 “Your mom?” Impulse’s voice was soft when he spoke because he knew more than anyone what this meant. Skizz had shared so much with Impulse about his past, his dad, and the little he knew about his mom. So the fact that he had found something from her, well, Impulse was aware of just how big of a deal that was.

 “Yeah, she left me a note and everything…she knew she was passing away and she wanted me to have her old bag.” Skizz thought about taking the note out and reading it out loud for Impulse but he didn’t think he would be able to get the words out right now. Not out loud and not without crying.

 “Oh Skizz…” Impulse trailed off.

 “I’m okay.” Skizz said and surprisingly, he wasn’t completely lying. “Cleaning my old home…and finding my mom’s old bag…it helped. It helped a lot.”

 Impulse searched his eyes and let out a small sigh before a small smile overtook his features. “Well, I’m glad for that then.” He gently prodded the bag. “It does suit you.” 

 Skizz felt like he was going to cry. He wiped at his eyes to stop any tears from actually falling. “Yeah.” He said, leaning back against Impulse’s fingers, and keeping his hand on the bag, his own fingers grazing over the stitching of his mom’s name. “I think so too.”

[rosestarkill]

2am · @taylorswiftmicrofic · hair · @black-brothers-microfic · rosestarkiller · word count: 724 · mention of addiction

When Evan returned to their flat after work at 2 am, he found Regulus lying on his stomach on their bed playing some silly game on his mobile phone while Barty tried to get his attention.

“Just let me finish the game,” Regulus complained, focused on his phone as if his life depended on the well-kept condition of his virtual farm and the little animals he looked after there.

When Barty managed to take the phone away from him, Regulus sighed and extended his hand in his direction.

“Give it to me.”

Barty tucked the phone down his trousers and grinned.

“Come and get it.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, but soon cast a smile not at Barty's words, but at the sight of Evan coming up behind him.

“Welcome home,” Regulus greeted him.

Before Barty could turn around, Evan wrapped both arms around his body and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“Hmm, are you two at it again?” He reached under Barty's trousers and pulled out Regulus' phone. He glanced at the screen. “You know, Regulus, I think you have an addiction problem.”

Regulus snorted. He looked the cutest with his messy curls and and one of Barty' t-shirts that was rather loose on him.

“Says, who?”

“Don't give it to him, Evan,” Barty said as he placed both hands on his and stroked them lovingly. “He's really getting on my fucking nerves with the bloody phone.”

Evan tossed the phone towards the couch beyond the bed. He didn't need to ask Regulus to know that was true.

“You're so dramatic,” Regulus groaned.

“Who'd I get it from?”

Evan cupped Barty's cheek gently as he turned his face towards him and pressed their lips into a short but sweet kiss.

‘’Clingy today, aren’t we?” he smirked against his lips.

Barty nodded his head.

“I can take care of that,” he kissed his lips one last time before sitting on the edge of the bed. ���Since Regulus prefers his crappy game, it'll just be you and me tonight,” he added as he kicked off his boots, soaked by the puddles he had accidentally stepped in on the way home.

He heard Regulus mumble under his breath.

“Something to say?” Evan inquired.

Regulus raised his chin and folded his arms as he watched Evan remove his street clothes.

“No, do whatever you want, I don't care,” he muttered in annoyance and attempted to get out of bed, only for Barty to yank on his leg, causing him to fall onto his stomach back on the mattress. “Fucker!”

Barty's response was to bite him on the butt and Regulus whined just before rolling over and lunging at him in order to bite his cheek back. Barty chuckled and grabbed his face to lovingly kiss him, instantly feeling Regulus relax under his touch.

“You’re so stupid,” Regulus flashed him a tiny warm smile.

They never got seriously mad at each other because that was how their dynamic worked, both bickering over the silliest of things and making up through kisses and caresses filled with the greatest of affection.

“I know,” Barty grinned and left a peck on his lips.

Evan, who had changed into his home clothes —which consisted of an oversized t-shirt and a pair of worn-out sweatpants— lay down on the bed and sighed deeply. He was exhausted.

Both Regulus and Barty knew what Evan needed even when he wouldn't voice it out. Thus, Barty settled onto one arm of Evan's, hugging it tightly. Regulus rested his head on his chest and proceeded to draw random patterns there with his index fingertip absentmindedly. One of Evan's arms automatically travelled to Barty's dark hair and the other to Regulus' back, both of which he started to stroke in slow and tender motions.

Playing the middleman between wankers who wouldn't listen to reason was taking its toll on him. However, Evan hardly ever talked about work. When he was at home, he preferred to forget about it and instead devote all his attention to the two men who didn't hesitate to recharge his batteries and brighten his day whenever he came home feeling down. Barty was watching him adoringly and Regulus was offering him soft touches that warmed his heart.

Yeah, his job sucked, but Barty and Regulus were the joy of his life and that was all that mattered.

[opreaadriann]

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Will you finally get your revenge?

At the young age of 11, you were publicly humiliated in the most brutal way by the popular kids, betrayed by your best friends, and traumatized for life.

7 years later, you come back to the town you've abandoned, a changed person, with a completely different look, personality, and an amazing wealth behind you to support your... endeavors.

Get to live a full academic year alongside your 8 targets, as you befriend, betray, and even romance them to get what you want. Learn their wicked secrets and decide what you'll do with the information. Will you forgive them after learning of their reasons for destroying your life or will you go through with your sweet, sweet revenge? The current version of the demo is 102k words.

The game is still a work-in-progress, so any suggestions are appreciated! If you find any bugs or issues, make sure to mention them.

Features:

Play as male, female, or nonbinary.

Romance your 6 childhood bullies, your 2 childhood friends, or hidden allies.

Live the tragic childhood events that lead to the worst day of your life and decide how everything went down.

Almost all targets will have deep secrets that you’ll have to discover throughout the story and use against them.

Pretend to be a charismatic popular kid, a likeable klutz, a rebel that goes against the norm, or the edgy, silent type.

Lie, charm, spy, blackmail, everything is on the table to get your revenge. There is no “good” way to learn the targets’ secrets and there’s no perfect way to get the job done.

Your stats will almost never affect your capability to get revenge. All that will make a real difference will be your relationship with all the characters.

Spend a full academic year getting to know your targets, interacting with them through random events, relationship events, or hobby events, similar to a Persona game.

Romance Options:

Targets

Dylan Evans

The first friend the MC ever made, Dylan was once just a nerdy Asian kid with big square glasses, playing video games with you every single day. However, as time passed, he turned into a social media influencer, garnering over tens of thousands of likes on every post.

With an incredibly fake smile, Dylan manages to turn most people into his followers, as his strategy to suck up to the rest of the students seems to work quite well.

Though he seems to be quite irredeemable, you do remember him being a selfless kid with a big heart. There are so many memories with him helping you out whenever he could, being the only person you could confide in. What could have made him turn against you when you needed him most?

Olivia Hartley

If your MC had to choose the most unlikely person to ever do them wrong, then Olivia would be their first choice. Strong willed and incredibly sarcastic, this raven-haired tall girl has remained exactly the same 7 years later.

And yet, she did betray you on the day of the Tragedy, giving secret information to your bullies and allowing you to fall victim to their prank… What could have been her reason?

Olivia is an incredibly intuitive person, with a quick mind and a powerful personality to boot. Someone like her will likely be a huge challenge in the upcoming revenge, but not even she can stop this mastermind.

Michael Knox

This tall, dark, and handsome captain of the Baseball team can be, depending on your choices, the person that tricked you into falling in love with him, only to publicly humiliate you in front of the whole school.

He is an incredibly talented athlete with a very arrogant attitude, assuming that the world belongs to him. With a very rich dad to support him, nothing has ever gone wrong in his life, if we were to ignore his mother’s death during his birth.

Can he be considered one of the main antagonists of this story or is he just a secret follower that only followed orders during the Tragedy?

Cecily Knight

Ah yes, Cecily Knight. Everyone, everywhere knows who Cecily Knight is. This petite blue-eyed blonde is the captain of the swimming team, and regularly publicly humiliates anyone that attempts to get to know her romantically.

With such a strong reputation, Cecily manages to order around anyone in the school with ease, as they all lower their heads when she passes them on the hallways.

However, observing her more closely can reveal that she is much more docile with her friends and loved ones. Is she actually an ice queen or is it all a facade to protect herself?

Connor Cobb

With his long blond hair and piercing smile, Connor tends to attract every girl that passes his way. His charisma is unmatched between the targets, with most of the unpopular kids around the school admiring him.

As the star guitarist of The Fighting Rooster, Connor is an incredibly talented individual that planned the whole part of the Tragedy where they befriended you first before destroying your life.

Though he seems like a total idiot, looking into his life seems to reveal that there is more to him than just this fake persona he shows everyone. With 3 younger siblings, Connor seems to have a lot on his shoulders as many in his family look up to him.

Isaac Freeman

With his curly red locks and emerald eyes, Isaac manages to trick many people into thinking he is someone they would like to get to know. As the mastermind behind the Tragedy, he is the worst out of all the people on this list.

It is quite common for him, even 7 years later, to bully students so badly that they decide to move schools. By observing his behavior, it seems that all he cares about is being thoroughly entertained.

Either make him laugh, do something outrageous, or get out of his way, as he will do his best to make every day more interesting than the last.

Vivian Porter

Vivian turned from Isaac’s best friend in her childhood to Dylan’s current confidant. With a seemingly perfect appearance and an endless wardrobe, Vivian manages to impress anyone that sees her pass by.

She is incredibly empathic, being able to tell what anyone is feeling at a glance, allowing her to use this skill to make anyone fall for her ambitious tricks.

Is she just someone that just made a mistake during childhood or are her intentions impure at this age as well?

Haley Freeman

As Isaac’s twin sister, nobody would expect her to be the biggest goody two shoes the world has ever seen. Seemingly stuttering her way through most conversations, people usually tend to forget she even exists.

This curvy redhead has a deep passion for painting, as she spends most of her time in the school gardens, capturing the view.

Is there more to Isaac’s sister than meets the eye or is she just another victim of Isaac’s abuse?

Allies

Angela Pace

A swimmer with long, brown hair, Angela is part of the team alongside Cecily. After being bullied into submission by the harpy, she reluctantly decides to help the MC carry out their revenge against their many targets.

With a bubbly personality and a merciful soul, Angela is possibly the worst ally for this revenge you could find. However, this doesn’t mean she can’t be tricked into giving you what you want.

Marcus Parmer

Marcus has led a horrible life during high school. Being diagnosed with a medical condition forcing him to go bald, he has been constantly bullied by Isaac ever since he joined the Baseball team.

He is much more serious than any of the allies you can find in the school, but he isn’t the most capable person for the job. He is, however, excited to help you get rid of the scum pretending to be students in his school.

[delicious-in-imagines]

Sitting down for a meal with Chilchuck, Kabru, and Senshi? 👀

Your wish is my command! (Also, yay! My first request!)

Chilchuck Tims

Traveling with him inside of dungeons along with the rest of the Laios crew means, you guessed it: monster parts.

As much as he gnashes his teeth about some of the things that they eat, he's always gonna take a bite before you.

Like, will swat your spoon/fork out of your hand if you try to taste it before he does.

He doesn't know what's gonna happen! So, he'd rather eat it first before you.

On rare occasions, if he's really against what you guys are eating, and you take the first bite, he'll begrudgingly follow your lead, more often than not being pleasantly surprised.

He'll take your cutlery and plate/bowl from you to clean it, even if he isn't the one on dish duty for that meal.

If you guys are outside of the dungeon however, he likes to take you out on nice dinners.

(He's definitely not trying to make up for being a less than stellar husband, wdym?)

If you're eager to try something new, he'll also indulge with you, but he's not above ordering the classics just to be safe.

More often than not, dinner is chased with a nice bottle of wine between the two of you. Of course he's gonna share!

He can drink most of the bottle and feel fine afterwards, so usually he's relegated to corralling you home at the end of the night, trying to keep you out of trouble.

Kabru of Utaya

Travelling with Kabru's party usually means pretty standard rations inside of the dungeon.

Kabru is always looking to pick up on small details, and will usually take what you don't like and offer you whatever of his that you like instead!

If he's divying up portions for everyone, he keeps this in mind - and usually serves you first, which Mickbell usually heckles him about. (He means well.)

Will check up on you throughout the meal, seeing how you're feeling after the day in the dungeon, knowing that it can be pretty rough on people's bodies and their energy.

Depending on how you feel, he may offer up the last bit of his food to you - think of it as a little pick me up!

Outside of dungeons, he likes to take you to places you mention to him in passing, whether thats a quaint little hole in the wall, or a well known bakery that you always sigh longingly about when you smell their pastries.

He's the kind of guy that could absolutely order for you and nail it every time, even down to the small modifications. Same goes for when you wanna try something new; he always manages to pick something that you end up really liking.

He'll imbibe on occasion, especially after a successful dungeon crawl - but that's usually with the rest of the party in tow. Otherwise, he'll settle for something mild if he's just spending time with you.

Senshi of Izganda

Just like with the others, he's very particular about making sure that you have a balanced diet!

If there's anything you dislike, he tries different applications or styles to try and see if you'll like it some other way. If you don't, he doesn't fault you! There's even some stuff that he's not super fond of either.

He likes to have you help out with the golems on occasion, asking what the two of you should plant for the next time you get to harvest them!

On occasion, he likes to make something that maybe isn't completion nutritious, just to watch the way your face lights up - he just can't help but spoil you sometimes!

Instead of going out to eat, he likes to go for a walk through the marketplace with you to pick out something to cook together!

He'll usually insist on picking the cut of meat if you eat meat, though he'll check what kind of protein you're thinking about for dinner.

Otherwise, he leaves it up to you, enjoying the challenge of making something out of random ingredients that you may throw his way!

I honestly don't see him as a super huge drinker, so like Kabru, he may indulge with you in something pretty mild, maybe a cider if he's feeling like it will pair well with the meal.

[bloodyinkandquill]

Slingshot x Reader

fun fact when i play phighting i only ever play slingshot, specifically cozy shot ive never learned how to play any other phighters so i am only sling, oh onetime on conquer i got 308 points, everyone in the server was dumb founded that i managed to be on point that long, anyways have sling dating hcs!

- You’ll be so honest, you are dating the demonification (personification) of a cat, who can also bake

- Slingshot is an amazing partner, so many things about him contribute to that fact, he bakes as a hobby and profession meaning he always has fresh pastries for you? And he can change recipes to be allergy conscious if need be, with the baking he smells divine due to working with sugar and and fruit all day, if you ever steal any piece of clothing he owns that thing smells like Thieves Rest

- He is a huge cuddle bug, if you aren’t a very touchy person he respects that but if you allow whenever he’s not at work he is clung onto your side like a gods damn koala, he also genuinely purrs (hybrid head canons my beloved), you’re not convinced he isn’t a cat in a demon costume, but if he is then that is the cuddliest cat in the whole Inphinity

- His hair isn’t long per say but it is long enough that he puts it up while working, if you have any experience doing any form of updo he lets you braid or even just put his hair into a ponytail for him, he has a collection of hair ties that go with his uniform apron but that he switches out based on certain factors, it really depends

- When he first introduced you to Shuriken and Vinestaff he warned you and was right as the first thing they did was give you a shovel talk*, you tried to take it seriously but they bickered about it like six times and it was a little hard to focus on their words when they had a classic sibling slap fight in the middle of it, but they did approve of you and eventually got used to seeing you at their apartment, since they’re both very family oriented you were almost an honorary family member, technically your lover was also an honorary family member but he was just considered actual family by the siblings

- You better be ready to be shown Slingshot’s entire collection of fancy expensive shoes (i am not a sneaker head forgive any inaccuracies in this) you also better be ready to take better care of your own shoes, cleaning them regularly, wearing specific ones only for certain terrain, and gods forbid you crease them, he will get a random sense of dread, and when he finds out, woo boy, you’re in trouble

- Unfortunately he does have one drawback, being a baker his hours are horrendous, working late to prep pastries for the next day, and then waking up at the butt crack of dawn to also prep pasties, sure he doesn’t work everyday but seeing as between the three workers he’s the one who handles the baking when he does work it’s a lot of work

- His love language is gift giving, specially baked goods, honestly that shouldn’t be a surprise, he makes someone’s favorite pastries or just what they requested or he’ll even what he thinks they’ll like and gift it to them, you receive so many cookies and brownies, though you can’t complain really as free food is free food, especially when it’s made by your lover

- His dates are usually more low key or low energy, since his job is rather busy and has the aforementioned atrocious hours he prefers more calm dates, a lazy day being couch potatos or ordering take out and doing a puzzle, he prefers those dates to be at your place since his roommates are… loud to say the least

- Slingshot’s not as into big long kisses he prefers little kisses, short little mwahs on the lips or nose is his favorite, if you want to he can do more passionate kisses but he prefers short and sweet ones, since he isn’t as kissy he shows his affection with head bonks and rubbing your hand when he’s holding it

i’m debating being a baker, my main hobby is baking it helps me destress and i do it at least once a week but i dunno, my chronic pain may object to that, anyways hope these were good!

*the act of the family member(s) or close friend(s) of a partner giving a threat to the significant other warning to not hurt them, can be comedic or serious

[casual-praxis]

New AU unlocked: gay fish

I've never actually done anything for Mermay before, but this idea popped into my head so I figured I might as well do something with it while I still had it

I do have ideas for all the rest, but for now all we have is Red and Vio

I imagine Red is usually hanging out in warmer waters and doesn't travel very far from where's he's comfortable. But he's very friendly so those that do travel more, like Green and Blue, always try to stop by if they're in the area

Vio on the other hand (fin?) is a deep sea dweller, and as such doesn't see other mer's very often. He doesn't travel far on account of being a slower swimmer, but he'll make long journey's if need be, it'll just take him a while

Little bit more info below the cut

Am trying to write all this with a headache so it's takin' me a bit to get a coherent thought together, but I'll do my best to get the basics

So, there's no concrete story in mind as of yet, though I figure the catalyst for getting all the characters aware of each other is something like..Red gets injured while trying to protect his fish companions (pets) from humans and sinks into the depths

Vio is passing through the area on the way to visit Shadow, who's a giant kraken-like mer living in a trench, when he notices something small and shiny drifting in the currents. He has a small fascination with anything that comes from the warmer waters, so he stops to catch the thing, only to find it's an unconscious mer with a human weapon lodged in it

Vio mostly wants to recover the weapon for observation, but he quickly realizes that if he wants to keep the warmer-water mer alive, he'll need to break the weapon to remove it. He can learn much more about the shallows from the mer than the weapon anyway, so even though it's shiny, he foregoes it in order to save Red

It takes a while for Red to regain consciousness, and in that time, Shadow went looking for Vio and found him just kinda waiting. Turns out Vio is prone to losing track of time, but Shadow already knew this, so he's not surprised over that, it's more so the fact Vio spent some of his magic on healing some random shallow-water mer that gets him

They agree to meet up some other time, once Red has woken up, since he doesn't appear to be doing so any time soon, and they go separate ways once more. This sets up the opportunity for Green and Blue to get involved, since they'll inevitably go looking for Red once they realize he's missing--and that Red's fish companions are freaking out and hovering around the depths

Green and Blue head down to the depths in search of him, but end up running into Shadow first instead, who's thrilled to have others to talk to, even if the others in question seemed freaked out by how much bigger deep sea mer are in comparison

From here, I have no idea where the plot might go, but it might make a neat mini comic one day

A few more bonus details:

I wasn't basing the designs off any particular kind of fish, though Red reminds me a little of a goldfish and Vio take some elements from the Ghost Leviathans from Subnautica

There's a bit of a divide between those that come from shallow/warmer waters, and those that come from the deep sea. At any point, they can cross into each others domains without any issues, though they might be ill equipped to handle prolonged stay there. Deep sea mer are generally way bigger than shallow water mer, making them easier to spot in the clear tides, whereas shallow water mer are small and unable to see as well, making them easy targets in the depths

Through the use of magic, deep sea mer can shrink their forms closer to the size of a shallow water mer, though it can be draining and hard to sustain for longer than a day depending on the individual. It's also very apparent when a deep sea mer has shifted forms, since they still largely resemble those of the deep, and might have some difficultly swimming in a smaller form

Red is very social and doesn't find Vio to be that scary after spending a bit of time together. He's more than happy to chatter about all the things the shallow waters have to offer, but also all the dangers too, since humans are getting closer and closer to discovering them

Vio isn't overly social, but he does have a few of whom he considers friends, like Shadow. He spends a lot of time conserving energy, swimming slowly or otherwise resting, hence why Shadow was surprised Vio went out of his way for Red. He'd like to visit the surface, though he's aware his demeanor makes that difficult

If Red finds a fish cute enough, he'll keep it around as a companion/pet. Though, if he doesn't, then, well, mer's gotta eat too

Annd one last bonus:

Tiny Red

And Tiny Red attached to bigger Red

[nixiliv]

Comfy

Author Ramble : Little story popped up in my bored head. Enjoy!

PS: If you have any tips on writing, do share. byyee

Pairing: Minho x reader

Genre: Fluff

No one understands the way you two communicate. A silent secret language through eyes and body language. When people get a glimpse of the way you two spend quality time together, they would swear you’ll have the same hobbies as elderly people.

But you both like it that way. You enjoy the times when you both get to have your calm, quiet routines. They give you security, they give you confidence knowing Minho is content with just being with you. Whether you choose to dress up a little that day or stay in your pajamas. He only cared that he was with you. Your “boring” days would consist of Minho making breakfast, you would occasionally join to help with. Your favorite is pancakes. He would stand close behind you, guiding your hands on how much ingredients to add. Getting you started with whisking the batter and then letting you take over, placing his hands on your waist playfully scolding his kitten on how much of a mess you are making. He takes over when it's time to cook the pancakes. While you cut up fruit or put together any sides, and get coffee ready. 

Depending on the day he might have to go into work for a meeting or two. Your work is hybrid so you might go into the office, or get to stay in and work in your home office. But if you are both free, Minho loves a good walk. A lot of the walks are quiet, only commenting on the scenery around you or talking about some random things you’ve both seen or heard the past few days. There have been walks of you talking about the latest gossip among your friends or coworkers. He listens enough to only add colorful commentary to the story. But he loves listening to you babble. The different inflections in your voice, how animated your expressions get. His favorite is the way you talk really low, telling the juicy part of the story as if the person or subject is within hearing distance of you.

A stop by your favorite coffee shop is one of your rewards to yourself for not complaining once about being too tired while out walking. You order your usual, in addition to a muffin. It’s a new seasonal flavor. Both of you opt for sitting outside, people watching for entertainment. Giggling to each about a conversation you both overhear. Minho isn’t into pda much, but he knows you like little touches. Like caressing your hand or playing footsies under the table. He secretly likes it too. When you link arms with him while walking or rub the back of his neck nonchalantly. He spots a cat, or more like the cat spots him. The feline, curious about the coo-ing, makes his way over. Minho, always prepared, pulls out a little treat, gives the kitty a few pats and it is on its merry way.

Before dinner with a group of friends, you both spend hours watching a couple of movies Minho has had in mind that he wanted to see. Him sitting on the couch with his legs elevated. Your head in his lap in a fetal position with various snacks strewn around you. One of the cats has made home cuddled up with your feet. His hand in your hair massaging your scalp. Checking the time to countdown when you need to get up to get ready. Minho suggests another movie and you are too comfortable to say no. During the credits he asks you to pick between another  movie. You pick something you both have watched a thousand times, each of you repeating lines along with the characters. Before you know it, your phones are lighting up with text messages inquiring about arrival time for dinner. Minho grabs both of your phones, puts them on silent and tosses them to the side. You feel bad, but being comfy and snuggling up with Minho seems more of a great way to spend the rest of your day.

[astronomypotato]

Uranus, what are you thinking? (JIB2) | Analysis pt2

TW: Manipulation Hello! I'm (surprisingly) back with a part two. In the first part I tried to cover the drama around Jupiter returning. Now, I'd like to talk about Uranus trying to change his name to Caelus. I for one can 100% see why he would want to change his name. However, I really don't agree with how he has gone about it or how he has been characterized in general. A good majority of people now despise Uranus with a burning passion, and as a long time Uranus fan I can't say I agree, but even I am starting to dislike him. And the Solarballs team is trying to villainize him, so in that sense they've done a great job. Okay, so one of the big reasons that Uranus has gotten to have a terrible reputation is the way he is going about changing his name. He is being really aggressive with anyone who isn't calling him Caelus. (I'm not calling him Caelus because uhmm... Habit? Gosh my reasons sound like something that Rotsar guy would say ;;) If he wanted to have a respectable name change then, he could CALMLY tell people his preferred name as well as his reasons. Another reason people aren't a fan of Uranus is because he has become hostile to his moons and Neptune in particular as well as, basically, anyone that isn't X. Neptune, having done NOTHING wrong, is being forced into constant arguments about, really, nothing. As a good friend of mine pointed out to me recently, his personality, which used to be very loyal, has done a complete 180. Okay but that's enough for the things that he did wrong. Now, I'd like to try and explain why he might have done these things.

Uranus has obviously never liked his name since literally his creation - Keep in mind in BB2, when he first introduces himself to Neptune we can see he is visibly uncomfortable. Not to mention, in (Uhmm I forgot which episode it was in ;;) Uranus tells Neptune that he wishes he was included in events, even if he didn't partake in them, just the chance to. So, when X comes to Uranus, who has felt uncomfortable with his name, orbit as well as his atmosphere for billions of years, of course he would listen to him. This made it easy for X to manipulate Uranus. X offered to change Uranus's name and orbit which, Uranus believed, would fix all of the problems he had. When Neptune and Uranus fight (T-T), Uranus loses his major support in the Solar System and when X left, he understandably, went a bit mad. So, given all that I can't say I'm overly surprised that Uranus decided to leave the Solar System. He felt that no one cared for him, other then X and that everyone was just making fun of him. He's become very suspicious and unwilling to trust anyone, which is very different from his normal loyal self. I mean, he spent how long looking for Neptune with Saturn? But it seems that X had manipulated Uranus even more then what was shown on screen, in order for him to convince Uranus that everyone was turned against him. So, from this perspective, yes, I can see why his personality has done a complete 180 - he believed that Planet X was the only one who ever cared about him and, because he was desperate for that stability, he left. Okay, well that's enough of my incoherent ramblings about Uranus / Caelus for now. I'd like to get one more part out of this episode, regarding the rocky planets and maybe touching on the Theia subject as well. Anywho, thanks for reading all this random stuff and I hope you have a great rest of your night! (Or day, depending on your time zone lol)

[ebdaydreamer]

home is found in the kitchen

911 - 3k words - AO3

This fic was written for the @911actions event. Check out their blog to see how you can still help!

This is for @theweewooshow, who submitted the prompt "it's just a random night where they're cooking dinner together when eddie realizes that he kind of wants to do this forever, do these mundane everyday tasks with buck by his side"

SLAP!

“Hey!” Eddie grumbled, taking his hand back.

Buck didn’t look up at him. “Don’t touch my lasagna.”

“This is my kitchen!”

“And you know the rules: don’t touch my lasagna. You work on the salad.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. He turned to Chris for back up. “Can you believe this guy?”

Chris didn’t even stop doing his homework. “Yes.”

Buck gave him a smug grin.

“He can barely make that lasagna on a good day. He doesn’t need your cooking skills ‘helping’,” Chris sassed.

“Hey!” Both of them chorused, throwing him matching affronted looks.

He was, unfortunately, correct. Buck was challenging himself with this lasagna, trying to add his own twist to Bobby’s recipe. So far, it had not gone too well. There had been several botched attempts that resulted in Eddie ordering pizza. And while Eddie was getting much better at cooking, his skills began and ended with strictly following a recipe. He did not experiment, and any go at it had ended poorly.

“You, focus on your homework,” Buck told him with a pout.

“Only if you focus on not burning our dinner.”

Eddie laughed. His parents - well, his mother - had scolded him many times for not disciplining Chris for his sass. It was an argument Eddie didn’t bother with, simply zoning her out as she ranted, then saying he’d talk to him about it. Which he did. He made sure Chris knew when his humour was appropriate and when it was not. In his home, with his family, in Eddie’s eyes, was perfectly acceptable. He’d be a hypocrite to not allow it. He spent his childhood biting his tongue, knowing he'd be punished if he slipped. He didn’t want Chris to feel the same way, like he couldn’t make a harmless comment around his dad.

His mother still hated it.

They continued cooking: Buck focused on the lasagna and Eddie diligently prepped the salad. They were shoulder to shoulder, working together, no words needed. Just like they did on the job. Just like they did most days, either in Eddie’s house or Buck’s loft.

Buck’s bare arm brushed against his own, and Eddie felt himself subtly leaning into him. Steady. Dependable. Always.

He wished Buck didn’t have to leave at the end of the night. He wished Buck never had to leave. Not just the house, but his side. Cooking, doing the dishes, doing the laundry, watching TV on the sofa side by side. All of it is just so much better with Buck. Everything is better with Buck.

Oh.

Oh. It was Buck. It had always been Buck.

All along he’d been chasing some perfect relationship. The picture perfect life he was supposed to slot himself into. Shannon’s ghost. None of it mattered, because Buck was what he needed. Buck was what he wanted.

Eddie… he couldn’t quite figure out what this meant. He thought it over. Was this platonic? Did he just crave Buck’s partnership and friendship? Because the two of them, this little family they’d created, it was so good. Who needed romance or sex when they had each other? Eddie could live without all that. All he needed was Buck by his side. But… what if? What if they could have more? Was it? Was he?

He thought about it for a minute. Thought about what being in a romantic relationship with Buck would be like. Dating him. Holding his hand. Kissing him. Oh, yeah, he definitely wanted to kiss him. How the hell was he just realising how badly he wanted to kiss his best friend?

Well, he only just realised that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him, but, somehow, that felt like a much more obvious realisation. Buck was the person he was closest to in the world besides his son. Buck had been his person for years. But wanting to date him? Being in love with him? That was surprising.

Holy shit, he was in love with Buck.

In the back of his mind, Eddie registered the minor sexuality crisis brewing. He kept it in its little corner. He could figure out what this meant for himself in general later - he was in love with Buck. 

“Eddie? Eddie?” The subject of his spiral snapped him out of it.

He turned to look at Buck. Wow, he was pretty. How had he never thought about how pretty he was before? Even the concern furrowing his brow was pretty.

“Are you OK?” he asked softly. “You kinda zoned out there.”

God, Eddie loved him.

He gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I’m OK.”

His smile must be believable, because Buck returned it with one of those beaming smiles that lit up his entire face. “Good.” He bumped his shoulder against him and Eddie felt warmth flood his body.

“Now, those tomatoes won’t chop themselves.”

Eddie laughed. “Yes, chef,” he teased.

Buck flicked him with a tea towel.

Eddie would tell him. Not now. Probably not even tonight. He wanted to sit with this feeling for a while. He wanted to bask in the warmth that was being in love with Evan Buckley.

Because it was a pretty fucking good feeling.

It took him a few weeks to finally work up the courage to tell Buck, and even then, it wasn’t planned.

He let his fears take over for a little bit. What if Buck didn’t feel the same? What if he ruined their friendship? What if Buck didn’t want to be around him as much? What if? What if? What if?

It was just the two of them hanging out at Buck’s. His son couldn’t squeeze them into his busy social schedule. Pasta was on the menu tonight, which Eddie was actually allowed to help with.

And that feeling hit again, as they were working side by side: that deep, primal longing for forever with this man. It was so strong it should scare him. But it was Buck. Nothing with Buck could ever be that scary. Even if Buck rejected him, everything would be ok.

They chatted as they worked, gossiping about their co-workers and joking and teasing each other. They reached a lull - the sauce was mixed, the meat was cooked, just waiting on the pasta - Buck offered him a beer.

“As a reward for not burning my kitchen down.”

Eddie elbowed him. “Hey, you’ve burned food way more recently than I have.”

“Because I cook more than you do. I’m basically the Diaz personal chef these days, I should start charging you for my services,” he said with a cheeky grin. It reached his eyes, making his birthmark crinkle in the most adorable way.

“I would help more if you let me.” He rolled his eyes, knowing it didn’t actually bother Buck. “Not my fault you get crazy protective in the kitchen.”

“No, that’s just with you,” he teased. “Now, Chris, he can help whenever he wants.”

Eddie gathered up some of the condensation from his beer bottle with his fingers and flicked it in Buck’s face.

They laughed, as they checked on the food.

“We do really appreciate it, Buck,” Eddie told him. “You don’t have to do it. You can hang out with us anyway.”

Buck waved him off “Nah, it’s not that. I know you can cook just fine. I like cooking for other people. I like cooking for you guys.”

Eddie couldn’t help but stare at him, bathed in the soft evening light. He looked ethereal. Eddie couldn’t believe his luck, that this man had chosen him and Chris as his family. That he went out of his way to spend time with them. That he cooked for them, not out of any obligation or his desire to be needed, but because he could. Because he wanted to.

“Hey Buck?”

Buck took a bite of pasta to test. “Hmm?”

“I’m in love with you.”

Buck choked on the pasta, then quickly spat it out, coughing as he did.

“You… you’re,” he spluttered between coughs. “You what?”

Eddie expected to feel vulnerable after his confession. He expected to feel laid bare in front of Buck. But it didn’t, it felt natural, normal. Then Eddie realised: he had made himself vulnerable and bare for Buck a long time ago. Of course this was no different.

“Sorry, probably should’ve waited until you weren’t eating.” But Eddie wasn’t truly sorry. He felt a bit bad for Buck’s coughing fit, but mostly he just felt free.

“Do you…” Buck straightened, looking him dead in the eyes. “Are you joking?”

And that vulnerable feeling he expected? It was painted on Buck’s face instead.

Eddie shook his head, and gently took one of Buck’s hands in his. “No, I’m serious.” He stroked Buck’s palm with his thumb. “I’m in love with you. I only realised a few weeks ago. I was working up the courage to tell you.”

“And you finally found it while I was a choking hazard?” The corner of Buck’s lips quivered upwards in the hint of a smile, but his eyes were still wide and glassy. “What, you want me to have another tracheotomy or something?”

Eddie raised one of his hands in surrender. “Hey, you’ve said it to me many times: I kinda suck at this.”

“Yeah, yeah you do…” Buck trailed off, but he tightened his grip on Eddie’s hand.

Eddie squeezed back.

“This… this is real? This is actually happening?” Buck asked, voice dropping to basically a whisper.

Eddie could hear the anticipation in his voice, and it made him fill with hope. “Yeah, it's real. I’m really in love with you. And, by the way: absolutely no pressure. You do with this information what you want. If you need some time… I’ll totally understand.”

The grip tightened again. “Yeah. Some time…”

Eddie felt his heart sink a little. But it wasn’t a rejection.

“Can you give me like… two minutes?”

Eddie’s brows flew up. “Two minutes?”

“Two minutes.”

“Ok. When I said some time, I was thinking you’d want like a day or a week-”

“Nope. Two minutes.”

“Alright then.”

“Ok.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

And they stood in silence, holding hands, for 120 seconds exactly - because of course Eddie counted - before Buck turned to him and said. “Ok, I know what I want to do with this information.”

Eddie felt his heartbeat in his mouth. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Buck grinned, that full power sunbeam grin that made Eddie weak in the knees. “I want you to kiss me.”

Eddie matched Buck’s smile. “Oh, really?”

Buck shrugged. “Well, when the guy you’re in love with tells you he's in love with you, some kissing should be expected, no?”

A laugh got caught in Eddie’s throat. “Y- You’re in love with me?”

“Congratulations, you’re officially the last person to know.”

And for a moment, they were just two idiots in love, grinning at each other dopily.

Then something occurred to him “Wait, if you already knew you were in love with me-”

“Not just me, literally everyone knew.”

“If you and apparently many others already knew, then what were those two minutes for?”

“Oh, you know, just silently freaking out that this is actually happening.”

Eddie nudged him with his shoulder. “And you managed to do that in two minutes?”

Buck scoffed. “Oh, god, no. I’m probably never getting over this. That’s just how long it took for my brain to form a coherent thought again.”

“And that thought was how much you want to kiss me?”

“Yeah, and I’m still waiting, by the way.”

Eddie pulled himself closer to Buck, crowding him against the counter, where he rested his free hand. He pressed his chest against Buck’s. The solid muscle mass against him made his blood flow south. He slowly leant in, until they were sharing the air from each other’s mouths. He kept going, waiting until Buck’s eyes were fluttering shut, before diverting.

“Turn the stove off,” he ordered into Buck’s ear.

Buck blinked at him for a moment, before he caught up and obeyed.

Eddie brought his hand up to cup Buck’s cheek, oh so gently. Because Buck was precious, and he deserved to be treated as such. His hand travelled upwards, his fingers caressing Buck’s curls and his thumb stroking Buck’s birthmark like he’d been dying to do for years.

(And, yeah, maybe he should’ve figured this out sooner, but he was a master at repression, alright?)

He leant in again and finally, finally, pressed his lips to Buck’s. And it blew any kiss he’d ever had out of the water.

He thought he’d had good kisses before. Especially with Shannon. But this kiss? This kiss was something else. And while he was sure a part of it was due to Buck being a phenomenal kisser, this was something more. He was pretty sure that this is what kissing the love of your life felt like.

Eddie didn’t know how long it had been, but they pulled apart. His hand was still in Buck’s hair, their foreheads leaning against each other, just basking in the moment.

“I love you,” Buck whispered, his lips brushing his as he spoke.

“I love you too.”

Then Buck wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him in for a much deeper and more frantic kiss. Eddie couldn’t tell you how long they spent just kissing. They kissed gently. They kissed passionately. They kissed while they laughed. They kissed while they cried. They kissed until their stomachs grumbled, and they remembered their abandoned pasta.

Hey, at least they could reheat it.

SLAP!

“Right,” Buck began, pouting. “You don’t swat my hand in the kitchen. I swat yours.”

“You will regain swatting privileges when you stop stealing your son’s food.”

“Eddie, we’re cooking enough for a group of teenagers. There will be food to spare.”

Eddie raised a brow at him. “Have you seen the way Chris has been eating these days? It’s a wonder he hasn’t eaten us out of house and home.”

Buck rolled his eyes. “I know, which is why I adjusted the recipe accordingly. Y’know. My recipe. The one you’re using. Hence why I should be testing it,” Buck argued, reaching for the spoon again.

Eddie swatted his hand again. “I can do this all day,” he said in a sing-song.

“Ok, Captain America.” Buck grinned at him, and went back to the food he was prepping.

It was more than a familiar scene at this point. Him and Buck cooking side by side. It was everyday. It was home.

And Eddie was struck with that same feeling he had a little over a year ago in this very kitchen. That wanting of forever with this man. He’d felt it regularly since they got together, but there was something different about it this time. Maybe it was because they were cooking for their son and his friends. Maybe it was their recent anniversary. Maybe it was the dumb meme Buck had sent him earlier that day. But the feeling was strong, and he was suddenly overcome with a want- no, a need to write their forever in stone.

“Marry me?”

Buck dropped the knife he was holding.

“Fuck, Eddie! What did I say about romantic declarations when I’m near a hazard?”

Eddie swallowed a laugh. He did have a habit of randomly dropping declarations of love out of nowhere without surveying the surroundings. And said declarations tended to knock his boyfriend a bit, which led to a lot of near misses, and one trip to the ER. “I don’t know what to tell you. I want to spend forever with you.”

Buck stared at him as he cleaned the knife. Which, probably should be looking at the sharp blade in his hand. But no one had lost a limb yet. “Yeah, we’ve talked about this before. I know all this. And you’re choosing now to propose? Do you even have a ring?”

Eddie shrugged. “Nope.”

Buck looked almost offended. “Well I do. I was going to propose. I’ve been planning it for ages. Asshole.”

This time Eddie did laugh. Just a little. “Well, I did it first. I win.”

“Proposing isn’t a competition, Eddie!” God, his pout was so adorable.

“Well it is now. I’m proposing. Will you marry me?”

Buck glared at him a second before raising his hands in defeat. “Ok, you win. You’re proposing. So do you not want your ring then?”

And look, Eddie was a simple guy, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been fantasising about one day getting a fancy ring from Buck. His boyfriend knew he had a guilty pleasure for nice jewellery and watches. “Hang on. I didn’t say that.”

“Then you gotta let me propose.” Buck countered.

Eddie gestured to their bedroom. “Well, go get it, then!”

“I had plans, Eddie!”

The two of them stared at each other for a moment, before bursting into fits of giggles.

“A- are we r- really arguing a- about proposing, right now?” Buck asked through his laughter.

Eddie temporarily gained control of himself. “I mean. It’s not like it’s that high stakes or anything. We already know we love each other and want to spend the rest of our lives together. This is just the next step.”

Buck burst into another round of laughter. “See! This is what I’m talking about! You just pull this shit out of nowhere and nearly kill me!”

“I know!” Eddie joined in his laughter. “I don’t do it on purpose, I swear!”

“I know!”

The two laugh until they fall on the floor and then they laugh some more.

Eventually, they ran out of breath. They leant against each other, Buck’s face tucked against Eddie’s shoulder.

Suddenly, Buck jumped up, nearly knocking Eddie over. 

“Where are you-” Eddie tried to ask, but Buck was already gone.

Before Eddie could blink, Buck was back, dropping to his knees in front of Eddie. He pulled out a box and opened it, revealing a beautiful silver ring.

Eddie opened his mouth, but he couldn’t make the words. For all of his casual attitude earlier, he was overcome now. A lump was stuck in his throat and tears began to trickle down his face.

“Eddie…” Buck began, his own tears forming. “I had a plan. There were grand romantic gestures, a speech. But then you…” He trailed off, wiping the tears from his eyes. “You came along out of nowhere and changed everything. And I don’t mean just now.  You changed my life for the better. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

Eddie pulled him into a salty kiss. “Yes,” he mumbled against his lip. “Yes.”

Buck slipped on the ring, and Eddie only took a second to admire it before kissing him again.

After kissing and cuddling on the floor for a few minutes, Buck broke the silence. “Hen and Chim are gonna laugh so hard when they hear the story.”

Eddie hummed in agreement. “I doubt it’ll just be them.”

“We argued about proposing, laughed so hard we ended up on the floor, then I actually proposed on the kitchen floor.”

“Yeah, they’re gonna have material for that one for weeks.” He sighed deeply, holding Buck tighter in his arms. “Still, it’s very us though, isn’t it?”

Buck pulled back, and gave him a toothy smile. “Yeah, yeah it is.”

[snkgay]

Excuse my French, but what are your Eruri NSFW/sex headcanons?

-puts on my thinking cap, but it's just a dunce cone that has the word dunce scratched out and horny written on it in all caps-

Hmmm, did you have anything to inquire about specifically (?) because, like most of my AoT musings it can go one of one hundred ways.

Like, canon compliant 100% Eruri versus bending canon slightly (Erwin survives) or fully removing them from their tragic universe to make Levi -checks notes- a janitor at a high school where Erwin teaches.

I think depending on the setting they could be anywhere from Disney levels of slow burn with a passionate kiss at the end (when they stop being losers and confess to one another) or they have this quiet burning passion that builds until it erupts and they can no longer deny it, let alone stop themselves from drawing together like a powerful magnet clacking loudly as the pieces make contact.

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I'm terrible at broad questions so I'll just hone in on one for now. I'll go with canon, picking up from ACWNR, in that their relationship is curious and strained for a while (he submits, follows orders and is loyal but there's something budding and Levi isn't sure what it is yet or why), especially after Isabel and Furlan. Levi is likely in the slow process of coming to terms with his feelings, likely unbeknownst to him. He wants to be mad at this man, but he simply can't bring himself and it is wildly confusing to him. (He figures it out eventually and it's more than sexual!)

I've mentioned briefly here and there that in Erwin's academy days, he realized all on his own he had caught feelings for Nile, but neither of them really made a move, so that ship sailed. I think Erwin was acutely aware of his budding feelings for Levi, but again he was hesitant to act on it, despite being surer of himself and secure in his sexuality, albeit it more inwardly. I feel like he (Erwin) wanted to wait it out, let Levi's trust grow in him, and to figure out if Levi was even interested in men even, in him, or anyone at all.

The ever-divisive man he was, I think Erwin at some point was playing 4D chess to get this man into his bedroom, which wasn't hard. Finding out about Levi's unusual sleep and Erwin being up late working on his duties (paperwork) or up with a guilty conscience, the two of them spent plenty of nights in Erwin's office, so much so it eventually became their office.

That's a Lot of words and none of them are sexy, I apologize so let me just try to jump to the point. Canon Eruri likely was having (at the start and for the most part) rough and random escapades. Almost always in their office, that desk has seen better days. It's not like they really have the luxury nor the time for them to be all sensual about it. A lot of their dynamic is built around urgency and a need for release. They cope by taking each other's minds off of things the one way they know how, by being as close physically as two people can get.

After missions when Erwin is tense, the weight of the men he's lost to another expedition, the copious amounts of paperwork he has to bullshit in an effort to appease the higher ups that their losses were for naught. Levi is acutely aware of what makes Erwin tick at this point. He wordlessly rises from his seat and goes over to massage the knots out of Erwin's tense shoulders. He often has to coax him to give it a rest, often taking the hands-on approach. I can definitely see him robbing Erwin of his quill and taking his ink pot away moving it to the nearby shelf.

On more frustrated days, Erwin would just knock all the papers off of his desk in one fell swoop and hoist Levi up dropping him onto the table's surface. I see them waltzing into their office and Levi using Erwin's body as leverage crashing into the door frame to close it shut. You get the picture. Urgency. My mind is a mess, let's get partially undressed. (As to not get caught, think they often make do and likely end up fucking fully clothed. They learn quickly what does it for one another and like the calculated men they are can probably have a decent orgasm in record time.)

I think there are fewer times, but it has happened) they can make it to their bed and carefully undress one another. It's rarer, but it happens. It's different, I think by this point they are both fully smitten with one another, but I don't know that either of them has really ever Talked about it. Levi's idea of saying I love you is threatening to break his legs. Stay, I beg of you is what he means. For Erwin it's always in those intense knowing gazes and how only in the presence of Levi does he ever let his guard down and he has this boyish charm, like anything could happen, with his wit and Levi's brute together they birth a passion not stable enough for this world to handle.

If you want the perfect window into what canon Eruri could be if given the time and space to live out their "what ifs" I have this fanfic I highly recommend. It's beautifully written and it was entirely inspired by 2 cans of beer. I didn't write it, but it perfectly encapsulates the world I envision for them.

Drunk on their love. Please, if you take anything away from this wall of text, read this fic. It's so good.

[tobiasdrake]

Here we go, it's Ranma time. Episode 5! The introduction to Ryoga continues.

God, I love how mournfully quiet this is.

This is what happens when women write women. Male writers don't often think about things like just how much a long-haired girl's hair means to her. Akane's been growing that out for years.

Look at how little she was when she started growing her hair. That is the product of years. Many years. Gone in an instant.

But she rolls with the punches. Akane has remarkable emotional fortitude. She'd kind of have to in order to survive all the shit she's had to put up with in her day-to-day life.

I love that they leave so much unstated, yet clearly implied, about the way her long hair relates to her longstanding crush on Dr. Tofu. When she says she wants to grow it out so she can be like Kasumi, there's an implication there that she thinks Dr. Tofu will like her more if she has Kasumi's hairstyle.

She's trying to walk in her big sister's shoes so that the man who likes her big sister might look her way. An idea that was doomed from the moment of its conception. She was never going to beat Kasumi at being Kasumi, and if she has to try, then she's already failed.

The manga's a bit more explicit about this, as Kasumi directly tells Baby Akane that Dr. Tofu won't like her very much if she keeps acting like a boy. From that, she draws the conclusion that having hair like Kasumi will make him like her more. But the reboot anime keeps it implied and understated.

So there's a lot going on here when Akane breaks down and cries into Dr. Tofu's chest. This is the end of an era. The loss of her hair symbolizes the death of a child's dream. The end of her efforts to be more like Kasumi so that this man would like her better, and the beginning of a new era where someone else out there will like her for being Akane.

While also demonstrating how much she leans on and depends on Dr. Tofu as a stabilizing figure in her life. She feels safe enough with him to finally let down her walls and cry out the grief over her lost hair, in a way she doesn't have at school or at home. Ironically mourning the death of her pursuit of him to him.

My dude, you desperately need to get a hobby. Supervillains are more considerate. Giving some real Vegeta energy here, but specifically the TeamFourStar kind.

And also the Tendo home desperately needs to get some door locks because he just strolled right on in here to do this.

And they both get punished for this.

Story of Ranma's life.

Takahashi's comedy remains incredible. Kasumi objects to Akane going out there not because she doesn't think Akane can take the mystery robber but because she wants Akane to hit him with something heavier.

I want that too. So Kasumi and I are on the same page.

She does, too. Nails Ryoga right in the back of the neck with a long-range shotput throw of that fucking barbell. Akane wins Ranma v. Ryoga, Round 2.

The moral of the story is to... not... do... anything that Ryoga did here.

...or, really, anything that Ryoga ever does. Don't be like Ryoga. That's sound life advice. (Not that the rest of the cast is any better.)

Immediately followed by Kasumi with another punchline. Man, I did not remember how funny she is.

Akane's rematch with Ryoga goes super well too. She is on fire.

Sincerely want to know what could possibly have possessed him to think jumping Akane while in piglet form was a good idea.

So begins the saga of P-chan.

AND ALL FOR BREAD AND BREAD-RELATED PRODUCTS

My dude.

The curry bun was not worth it.

Like.

Like. The part where Ranma knocked Ryoga into the piggy spring without noticing and then Genma tried to fucking eat him? Yeah. I can see being homicidally mad about that.

But he didn't even know that was them until literally this scene. Everything up to this point has been Ryoga blaming Ranma because he, Ryoga, stalked Ranma to China to avenge his curry bun.

Speaking of Genma.

I love how he just walks in on his son in girly form having Naked Bath Time with some random boy, and his response is to just... apologize and peace out. Whatever this is, it's none of his business.

Actually, not just any random boy. Specifically the random boy that got Ranma in trouble earlier tonight when he snuck into their bedroom for a late-night call.

Genma definitely thinks these two are up to shenanigans.

Literally the only member of her family that actually objects to Ranma sneaking into Akane's room late at night to do shenanigans to her (read: trying to fucking extract Ryoga from an unsuspecting Akane's bed) is Kasumi. Who merely scolds Ranma for moving too fast.

Is it any wonder she doesn't feel safe being emotionally vulnerable at home?

(Seriously, though, there is so much drama that could be avoided if Ranma would just tell Akane that P-chan is Ryoga. She has a right to know that, and not telling her makes Ranma complicit in Ryoga's shittiness.)

[communistkenobi]

Wrt your posting about the jedi taking on children, I disagree thst the argument about force sensitive people 'need' to be trained for everyone else's safety. It's like Dragon Age mages or BNHA quirks, it's not special if someone can fireball me if they're having a bad day, some random person can already beat or strangle me with just their own two hands in the real world, no fireball necessary.

I mean idk I feel like Star Wars does a fairly decent job of establishing how dangerous force sensitivity can be - it’s not just extra strength or throwing things, but also mind control, healing (which i know is rare tbf), communicating with animals, etc. It also establishes how scary it can be to have those sorts of powers without knowing how to deal with them. I think Rebels does a good job of exploring this kind of thing with Kanan and Ezra.

However I also agree with you that it doesn’t “need” to be a problem, like force users are not inherently doomed to darkness/violence unless trained eternally across all space and time. But I think force sensitivity introduces a wholly organic way to accrue power (both physically in the sense that you’re more powerful and socially in that you have a type of organic ‘capital’ that can be used to gain social and political power in society, either because people adore you and want to follow you, and/or because they fear you), and having that type of power isn’t dependent on class position or family history*, it’s essentially random chance if someone is force sensitive or not. Which creates a threat to the types of societies depicted in Star Wars where there are durable ruling classes who want to maintain power.

And I think the Jedi Order offers a solution to this problem by capturing that type of ‘organic capital’ for lack of a better term; you monopolise an institution responsible for moulding force sensitive people into a particular type of subject - one that is not a threat to the prevailing societal order - and in exchange for being forced to be a Jedi you get massive amounts of privilege via access to knowledge, social status, material needs, and so on. While this creates civil unrest and distrust of the Jedi from a lot of laypeople, it’s a pretty sweet deal in the eyes of the Republic if it means not having to deal with rival force sensitive groups using their power to make political demands, especially through violence.

I think looking at it this way explains why the Jedi don’t really accept or allow any other type of force user, especially as they become more enmeshed with the Republic (the coven in the acolyte is a good example, the dathomiri witches, etc), and why a lot of force users who are not Jedi are labelled Sith, either because they adopt that label themselves or because they’re labelled that by the Jedi. And I’m not saying “the sith are just misunderstood victims” or whatever, but that in a scenario where you have a very powerful monastic order that controls how the rest of society understands and interacts with force sensitivity, force users who fall outside of that are going to be treated as a criminal class who are a threat to the republic (because they are - Maul is treated this way, Dooku and Anakin quite literally topple the Republic, etc). So like in the settings Star Wars tends to play in, force sensitivity is narratively understood as a source of incredible potential power, and capturing that power via an institution like the Order makes sure that power potential is not disruptive to prevailing society and power interests. Which is why I think the Jedi do have a fairly good rationale for taking kids and training them, even if that rationale is tied to the maintenance of the status quo - the Order’s power depends upon the maintenance of their own monopoly

*KIND OF. obviously some of the canon loves doing blood lineages with palpatine and shit, the midichlorian thing, etc. which sucks so bad. But general canon consensus as far as I know appears to be that anyone can potentially be force sensitive