#yes this kid IS actually my shadow in her class

[yeagerfate]

YELLOW MORNINGS

Summary: Your parents make you ride on the bus on the first day at your new highschool. You soon realize that this bus is full of both kids you’re scared of and want to be friends with. Who’s on it, and what are they like? + Headcanons on what they’re like in school.

Warnings: None. This is fluff and slight crack! Also, reader is a minor in this and Miguel’s is platonic since he’s a grown ass adult and reader’s 15. (Every other character in this is assumed to be either 15 or 16.) Additionally, the sketchbook thing mentioned in Miles’ is a true story. That actually happened at my school LMFAO

Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Miles Morales (Earth-1610), Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar, and Gabriela O’Hara gets her own little feature in Miguel’s.

Notes: I’m a bit nervous for how this’ll go, but I’m excited for its reception, since I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone write this before. Anyways, thank you guys so much for all the love on my posts. From the bottom of my heart it means so so much to me. I have always loved writing, but it’s a hobby I’m really shy about. Your support really helps me come out of my shell more, which is greatly appreciated. You all are awesome and I love being in this fandom so much. It is so so much fun!

MIGUEL O’HARA

is the angry bus driver that beeps at you four times despite you walking towards the bus in his direct line of sight. He says “good morning” to you in a gruff, tired voice and tells you to just sit down and not cause trouble. As you walk in the aisle of the bus, you can see his daughter in the front seat right behind his, wearing the school uniform for the private elementary school down the street from your high school. She’s sipping on apple juice while holding a bag of chocolate chip mini muffins, staring out the window blankly. When he drops you off at the high school, he tells you to stay out of trouble. The questioning look you give him makes him sigh exasperatedly before telling you to have a good day. Maybe he isn’t so bad?

MILES MORALES

Is staring at the black sketchbook in his hands thoughtfully before he makes eye contact with you. He smiles politely and waves at you, but doesn’t say anything else. When you sit with him, he places the sketchbook on his lap and asks your name. He seems grateful for your presence and tells you it’s been ages since someone new has been assigned to this particular bus. Suddenly, he asks you for your schedule, and is elated when he sees you have biology class together. Though, he lets out a pitiful sigh when he sees who you have for Algebra II. “Good luck with her,” Miles says. “She took away my sketchbook last year because she thought it was a phone.” Miles is always asking you to go to his basketball games on the weekends. He’ll even give you his jersey to wear to cheer him on. Also, if you ever need help on homework, he’s your guy. Especially if it’s math related.

HOBIE BROWN

Has his expensive looking Sony headphones on, and his foot is bouncing to the beat of the song he’s listening to. He nods at you, and waves you over once he sees that all the other seats are taken. You are taken aback by his eccentric fashion style. He asks if you’re new. When you say yes, he tells you which teachers to specifically avoid. The next day, he brings in his earbuds so you both can listen to his music. Hobie is always snacking on the bus, and makes sure to bring you some food too, even if you already have some. Gets yelled at by Miguel for not sitting in his seat (He’s just tall. He does sit.) Even though he’s pretty much always a respectful student, he repeatedly arrives on the bus with detention slips for shadow boxing. Also got suspended for a week for piercing people’s noses in the bathrooms during third period. Oh well!

GWEN STACY

Is quietly scrolling on her phone before she makes eye contact with you. She’s the only other girl in the back of the bus, so you decide to sit with her. Gwen seems shy, so you are the one to make conversation. You quickly find out that she’s a catcher on the softball team and is in a band with Hobie, the kid in the seat next to yours. Gwen informs you of all of the school’s drama from the year before, including the time she got an ISS for giving girls ibuprofen for their period cramps. Regardless of this, she tells you, “I still have it in my bag. If you need it, just ask.” She also sends you the quizlets she makes for the Spanish class you have together. Frequently, Gwen gives you gum, but it is a silent exchange as to prevent the other students from asking for it as well. She is a very generous person.

PAVITR PRABHAKAR

Is fiddling with his bright school bag before he insists that you sit with him. He is a talker, and tells you all about himself. He urges you to join theatre for the winter musical, which is apparently “The best school event of the year!”. Pavitr is very involved with the school, and is the president of the theatre club, the secretary of the choir club, and is starting a culture club this year. He tells you to sit with him at lunch kindly. Though, his pleasant rant is interrupted when he tells you to avoid the lunch lady whose name is Linda. His reasoning is that, “She argued with me over chai tea.” which you laugh boisterously at. Although Pavitr has a somewhat ingenuous spirit, he forges your mother’s signature on a detention slip you got for going to the bathroom despite your English teacher’s hard “No.” He’s always going out of his way to help you!

WHAT IS IT LIKE TO BE FRIENDS WITH THEM?

Miles is known as one of the best players on the basketball team. Even though he doesn’t bounce it in the hallways, teachers are always telling him to put the basketball in his hands away, which irritates him to no end. Although teachers adore him, they always have to tell him to turn his phone off because it’s always buzzing from Snapchat notifications. He trades food with people at lunch and is on the Robotics team. Miles is one of the only two in the friend group who hasn’t gotten a detention. Is the only boy in your P.E. class who doesn’t treat it like the olympics and makes sure everyone has a good time. Cried once on FaceTime with you because out of stress he drew a dick on his AP Calc packet and forgot to erase it before turning it in. Unironically, Miles will play mermaids with you in the pool.

Hobie has both girls and boys fawning over him all the time, and people are constantly asking for his number. Never pays attention in class but passes. Hobie’s a “C’s get degrees” type of person, regardless of how well he does in school. For school spirit week, instead of bringing a backpack, he brings a Walmart shopping cart. Makes people laugh in class, but does it respectfully to not piss off the teacher. Teachers get sick of how often you pair up with each other for group projects but he tells them you’re a package deal and that you can’t be separated. Once you get your driver’s license, you make him check your parking jobs. He proceeds to ask you who gave you your license. Grew from 5’9 to 6’5 in the span of a school year and was always asking when second lunch was.

Gwen wasn’t on the bus last year, so she was introduced to the friend group because of her role on the theatre’s stage crew. It’s how she met Pavitr, who played the leading role in the Spring musical. To her dismay, her hydro-flask always falls off her desk, which makes such a loud clang she almost cries. Gwen’s locker is messy, with little magnets all over it. Has the best handwriting you’ve ever seen. Says random Disney bully quotes like, “I’ll kick you into next week if ya don’t give me your lunch!” when she sees you in the hallway. When she gets partnered up with you for a lab, she makes sure you finish before everyone else so you can just chill. Gwen always gets you a snack at the vending machine before any class you have together. She paints your nails in the back of the class.

Pavitr is a straight A student. People think he’s stuck in 2016 because he still wears those bands that you slap on your wrist. Gives people haircuts during break time, and wants to become a hairdresser when he’s older. During a fire drill he got yelled at because he stopped, dropped, and rolled for no reason. Tears fall from his eyes frequently because he holds in coughs in class. Jokingly put in a quote from the Lorax for his senior quote when he was on the yearbook team but forgot to take it out. His senior quote is, “Let it grow.” Pav fake falls in class but nobody suspects a thing because they think he’s innocent. He screamed with you when he saw a spider. Gets out of getting in trouble for being late because he got everyone Starbucks. (He got you a cake pop)

[poohbea]

𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄.

eren yeager | smut, slight fluff, angst if you squint | aristocrat!au

wordcount: 5.8k

content: upper class shenanigans, softdom!eren, fem!reader, oral (receiving), penetration (missionary and doggy), rough sex, pet names (princess, beautiful, etc.), crying, dick drunk reader, daddy kink, eren is a liiiittle pushy and an asshole (just a tiny bit), both of them holding a very weird hatred for each other (idk how else to describe it), unprotected sex (use protection kids)

― synopsis: being the heir of the biggest company in paradis holds it's challenges but no one prepared you for eren yeager

note from pooh: this turned out to be longer than expected lmao, writing smut after a long time is so hard omg i never know what the hell to say, hopefully it's not that obvious. i'm not too happy with it but i'm so over re-writing it at this point hahaha.

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“Oh don’t look so glum,” your mother chastised, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Enjoy yourself my love.” Her diamond earrings glistened in the warm candle light cascading from the chandeliers of the grand ballroom. She was an angelic vision in her lilac dusted gown, the same diamonds as the ones in her ears speckled through the fine fabric like dew on flower petals.

You sighed, sipping from your recently refilled glass of white wine. “Easier said than done.” Your gaze moved with the dancing crowd below you, dots of assorted colours and jewellery, black, white, green, pink. You hadn’t seen him yet.

She chuckled at your seriousness. “Do you really think hiding yourself away up in the balcony is going to solve your problems?”

Yes. “What else am I supposed to do?” You sent her a questioning side glance.

“Oh I don’t know… go down there? Dance? Mingle? God forbid you have fun.” She positions herself at your side against the bannister, dress brushing against your own.

Silently you leaned your head on her shoulder, a scent of vanilla and roses floating from her skin. “Is he here?” You whispered as you played with the delicate lace on your sleeves.

“He is.” She replied solemnly, resting her head on top of yours.

Your heart sank as her words solidified your anxiety. Of course he was here, how could he not be?

The man in question was one Eren Yeager, son of Lord Grisha and Lady Carla of Maria. A man who had been a thorn in your side since you were children. Lord Grisha generated his wealth from his medical practices littered across the country, this was valuable to your family, valuable enough to do business with.

Your parents thought it a good idea for you and Eren to become acquainted, being about the same age, maybe something would blossom. Though the only thing that did blossom was the growing hatred between you both. You somehow were always getting on each other’s nerves, so much so that you began to despise him. It started with small childish things, hair pulling, petty fights over trivial topics like who got to have the last of everything, but when you hit adolescence he made it a point to make a snarky comment no matter what you were doing.

“What the hell happened to your face?” He’d scowled at you one afternoon while you lay idly in the grass reading a book. It just so happened to be the same day your mother decided you were old enough to start wearing makeup.

You threw him an irritated look. “It’s makeup.”

“Your mother let you leave the house looking like that?” His shadow covers your face as he leans over you curiously, running a finger along your cheek.

“Piss off Eren!” He laughs as you throw your book at his face, easily dodging the hardback.

It was even worse as you came of age to actually date. He somehow managed to wriggle his way in and meddle with all your potential suitors, spreading rumours, interrupting dances and private conversations. There was a time everyone believed you’d slept with all of your father’s business partners, of course it wasn’t true but that didn’t stop your parents from losing their minds over the allegations. Your reputation was an important one, it was make or break in this dog-eat-dog world you were born into. You never really did find out who or where that rumor came from, but you had a funny feeling Eren had something to do with it.

“Maybe he’ll behave himself now that he’s in public.” Your mother continued.

“Fine I’ll go, but if he says anything out of turn...” You looked to her, finding no trace of disapproval, just her soft features watching the sway of dresses below.

“You’ll be fine.” She shifts to stand upright again before kissing your temple. “What’s the worst that could happen?” She smiles, disappearing through the curtain draped over the entryway of the balcony.

Sighing, you down the last of your wine and readjust the bust of your dress, smoothing over the lace that hung off your shoulders, dress twinkling in the light like stars at dusk. With a deep breath you found your way to the staircase that led onto the ballroom floor, hesitating at the top as you watched a parade of colour flutter by. You had yet to see Yeager, you reassured yourself. And hopefully you’d go the whole night without the misfortune of running into him. As you began your descent your mother’s words echoed through your mind one last time.

What was the worst that could happen?

Foreign and familiar faces welcomed you with curtseys and bows of reverence while you walked through the crowd, head held high and a bright smile on your face, greeting your family’s many business partners.

Being the heir to one of the largest companies in all of Paradis held a lot of responsibility, the primary one, being the picturesque daughter your father sought you out to be. Proper, intelligent and scandal-free. Something that was already hard to do in a sea of people who fed off of gossip.

“Lady y/n.” A kindly voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Could I interest you in a dance?” Jean Kirstein - the newest addition to your fathers growing list of associates- greeted you coyly with a hand outstretched in invitation.

You gave a half-smile “Of course.”

He was a handsome man to say the least, with tousled blond hair and a smile that had butterflies churning in your stomach. His suit was a classic black and white three piece, a teal tie bringing a pop of colour that complimented his alluring hazel eyes.

With one hand in yours and the other securely on your waist, he whisked you out onto the dance floor, taking the lead as he began moving you in time with the music. His gentle gaze never left yours as you floated across the floor effortlessly, touch warm against your hips that he guided in a rhythm that met his own.

“You’re quite good at this aren’t you?” Your playful expression made him chuckle.

“Of course my lady,” he replied, spinning you before continuing. “I had to make a good first impression didn’t I?”

The tempo rose with the changing routine and it was time to switch partners. He laid a soft kiss on your hand before releasing you in another spin, a laugh bubbling in your chest as you landed in the arms of your next partner.

“Good to see you’re enjoying yourself my lady,” your smile faltered as you looked up to see the face of the man you’d so desperately tried to avoid all night. “Don’t look so upset, frowning was never a good look on you?” A smirk hung on his lips as he towered over your smaller frame, loose hairs framing his face as he pinned you with mischievous eyes.

“What are you doing here, Eren?” You spat, feeling your skin tingle where his touch slowly made its way down the small of your back.

A huff left his chest. “I was sent an invitation? Why were you hoping I wouldn’t come?”

“Yes,” you retort. “I was hoping for a night of peace.”

He extended an arm and spun you in place, then roughly pulled you back into his chest. “You and I both know that’s never going to happen.” There was a knowing undertone in his voice, a tone that you knew always held bad intentions.

“Why must you always ruin my night?” You carped, trying your best to maintain your composure. There were too many important people around for you to make a scene and not face the consequences, but the longer he spoke the closer he was to pushing you there.

He dipped you low and your gaze caught Jean’s, who smiled at you softly while dancing with a woman in red. How you yearned to be back in his arms again.

“So you and Kirstein? What’s that about?” Eren nodded to the man in question as he brought you back up again. Your breath nearly left you with how close his lips were to your own, too distracted by that fact you didn’t even register his question.

“What?” Your brows furrowed at him as you took a step back to put some distance between you.

He met you with an icy expression. “Are you and Jean...an item?” He pressed, voice faltering at the end as if it pained him to even say those words. Why did he care?

“No, he’s an associate of my father’s, why does it matter?” You answered honestly, unconsciously moving your hand from his shoulder to his chest, running your index finger over the key shaped pin on his jacket collar.

“You seem awfully fond of someone who cleans horse shit for a living.” You catch him glance over his shoulder to where you could only assume Jean stood, not missing the irritation in his voice.

“He does not,” your hand smacks his chest. “He runs the biggest transport company in the country, horses are just one of his divisions.”

Eren rolls his eyes at your defensiveness. “Oh so you do like him. I didn’t know you enjoyed the smell of horse shi-”

The song comes to an end and you break away from him before you do something you’d regret. You opened your mouth and closed it again, fists balling at your side as everything you ever wanted to say became stuck in your throat. For all the belittling, the mocking and the embarrassment, you wanted to let him have it, but something held you back. Your tongue was stiff as he watched you with an inscrutable expression, waiting for you to break.

Instead your face softens, an equally unreadable expression etched upon your features. “Thank you for the dance Eren, good evening.” You said simply, giving a final curtsey before turning your back to him, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

With a hastened pace you pushed your way through the sea of guests, odd looks cast your way as you haphazardly bumped into a server holding champagne, making you lose your balance. The glasses clattered to the floor with a loud shatter, most of it spilling on your dress in the commotion as you landed on your hands and knees in the liquid. The crowd around you gasped and sneered, encircling your distressed figure on the floor, apologetic and frantically searching for an exit. You saw Eren among them, a taunting glint in his eyes, as if he enjoyed seeing you like this. Beneath him.

You were mortified.

“Y/n! Are you alright?” Jean’s voice broke your fixed gaze. The man knelt down to help you up, but to his surprise you tore your hand from his, offered him a pained smile and curtsied half-heartedly.

“Excuse me.” You choked before speeding up the staircase, uncaring of the array of murmurs and snickers that followed your abrupt and dramatic exit.

This was his fault, Eren fucking Yeager. You cursed as your feet blistered in the tall heels you’d been wearing the whole night, reduced to hobbling down the long hallway, body sticky and damp from alcohol. This was the worst that could happen, you thought. As if being ridiculed wasn’t enough he had to go and add insult to injury with his stupid fucking face mocking you from the crowd.

Was this his plan? To rile you up so much that you’d slip up in front of everyone that was important to you? To your family?

“Fucking Yeager!” You growl, stepping into your room and slamming the door shut behind you. You began pulling pins from your hair tossing them onto your vanity in frustration, strands falling over your shoulders as you kicked off your shoes in the process. You were done with this evening, with everyone and everything associated with it.

As you finally tore the last pin from your now disheveled curls you heard a knock at your door. “I’m not accepting guests at this time!” You called out, frustrated with the ties on your dress. There was silence, then another knock. “Go away!” A string of curses fall from your lips as your fingers continue to slip against the silky fabric. “This couldn’t possibly get any worse.” You sigh. Then you heard your door open. “I said go away-!”

The source of your fury stood leant against the door frame, an arrogant aura emanating from his figure as he watched you struggle to undress. “How unladylike-”

The shoes you had discarded on the floor found their way into your hands and you aimed for his head, disappointed when he narrowly dodges the object. “Get out!” You glowered at him, other shoe in hand ready to throw.

He gave you an incredulous look, smoothing the loose strands on his forehead displaced due to evading your attack. “Are you insane?!” He shouts, picking up the shoe you’d just tossed at his face.

You threw the other shoe, this time at his groin, to which again he narrowly dodged. “Have you not had enough of making a fool of me today? You had to come up here to see your work first hand?” You’d given up on your calm façade, letting your emotions spill as you saw fit in the privacy of your room.

“You’re blaming me for that disaster?” He brayed, both of your shoes now in his palms.

“Of course this is your fault!” You spat callously. “The constant degrading, the fucking agony you put me through every event. You love to humiliate me every chance you get! And for what? Your own twisted sense of humour?” Your chest heaved as you found yourself mere inches from him, breast almost against his in your fit of rage, defeated tears spilling down your flushed cheeks.

You hated to cry, especially in front of Eren but at this point you couldn’t think of anything else to do. The pained attempt to stop the tears from falling ended in hundred more flooding out, you couldn’t bottle it all up anymore, not this time.

Silence filled the room, save your shallow shaky breaths and his deep ones. His face was once again unreadable, eyes scouring yours, for what, you didn’t know. Abandoning your shoes on the floor, his hand brushed a stray lock of hair that curled at your collarbone, grazing the skin there as his now softened gaze lowered to your lips, then back to your watery-eyed glare. The touch set goosebumps upon your skin as he continued up your neck to your jaw, wiping a thumb over your tear stained cheek.

“Let me make it better.” He breathed onto your lips, pleading eyes piercing into yours. His thumb traced your bottom lip tenderly, time slowing as his own met yours. He walked you backward further into your bedroom by your hips, closing the door behind him with an audible sound that reverberated off the hinges. His hand shifted to caress the back of your neck, pulling you into him further to deepen the kiss, moulding against your lips as he used his other hand to loosen the knot in the ties of your dress.

When the back of your knees hit your bed you parted, out of breath and thinking a bit clearly. “Eren,” you sighed, forehead against his as your breathing fell in time with one another. “Please, we-” He places a kiss on your cheek, turning you around to have better access to the back of your dress.

“Shh.” He whispers. His fingers pry the ties free and from their loops and he watches your body visibly relax, finally released from the confines of the material. Softly he pulls the fabric from your arms and down your waist till it became a pool of colour on the carpeted floor. His jacket and tie join it as he flicked the first few buttons of his shirt open to expose the tanned expanse of his chest.

You felt oddly vulnerable in your underwear, even if this wasn’t the first time he’d seen you this way, his gaze still painted a flush upon your skin. Instinctually your arms came up to cover your bare chest, breasts almost spilling from between them.

He chuckles, neck lowering to plant a kiss on your shoulder as he smooths a hand over your stomach. “I’ve seen you like this plenty of times but you still hide from me.”

His fingers played with the waistband of your panties mindlessly, lips continuing their way up your shoulder. The heat of his touch has your mind going fuzzy, losing yourself in the way his hands trailed over your skin, familiar with every mark, every crevasse, every curve your body had to offer. Your lips part in a gasp as he bites into the soft flesh of your neck, sucking a dark bruise into the skin. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this.”

He turns you back around to face him, pushing you onto the mattress softly. His hips nestle between your thighs as his body envelops yours, pressing his hard-on against your clothed pussy.

“Eren.” With a sigh your hips squirm beneath his, attempting to ease the arousal rapidly pooling at your core.

“Yes, sweetheart?” You lose your voice at the way his mouth paths down your collarbone, laving marks into the depths of your skin. His hands find yours still covering your chest and pries them away, entwining your fingers to pin your hands above your head. Beneath his intense gaze the flush on your skin deepened, struggling to keep still while your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Y/n.” He whispers mindlessly against your skin. Before you could answer him a gasp caught in your throat as his tongue encircled your nipple. He released your hands to cup your tits, rolling the other bud between his thumb and forefinger. “Keep them there.”

Your back arched unconsciously, rubbing yourself against his cock — still uncomfortably strained against the zipper of his trousers — causing a deep groan to sound from his throat, the sound alone making your clit throb.

“Fuck, Eren.” Digging your nails into your palms you struggled to keep them above your head, as you whined. It was embarrassing the amount of power he had over you, the way a simple flick of his tongue birthed an impossible ache between your thighs. After doing this with him for this long you’d think it’d have worn off by now.

“That’s it beautiful, say my name.” He coos, continuing his assault down to your thighs. His fingers curl around your panties and guide them down your legs, letting it join your dress on the floor.

A breathy moan escaped you as he wastes no time drawing a long strip from your entrance to your clit, moaning at the way your arousal danced on his tongue. Pushing your thighs apart he did it again, dipping his tongue into you this time to gage your reaction.

Those sweet sounds he craved for weeks finally fell freely from your lips, like music to his ears. He drank in every gasp and every whimper as your head lulled back and your back arched, still obeying his instruction as your fingers dug into the bedsheets.

His cock twitched as you began rocking your hips into his face, matching the pace of his tongue fucking into your dripping cunt. How did he always end up here? Back in this position, on his knees, between your legs, savouring the way you tasted like it was the last time he’d ever get to experience it. How tightly did you have him wound around your finger? Pretty damn tight apparently. As much as he tried to deny it, push you away with insults, humiliation and bickering he always found himself here, worshipping your pussy.

He hated you for it.

“’Ren, please. Please, please, please, fuck.” Your thighs strained against his hold, trembling as you continued fucking his face.

Fuck, he could listen to you beg forever. “What do you want princess?” He asked in a husky tone, planting tender a kiss on your inner thigh. His eyes were glazed over, a deeper green than they were on the dancefloor. Fingertips ghosted your entrance as he waited for your reply, his breath on your clit making you clench around nothing.

“I need you... I need you inside me, please.” You panted desperately.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath as you open your legs wider for him. “Look how wet you are.” The way your arousal dripped down your ass and onto the sheets made his mouth water, the view never got old. Reluctantly pulling away from you he finally rids himself of his clothes, sighing softly as he finally frees his cock from the confines of his pants.

The sight had your mind reeling. He reminded you of an art piece, like marble where the finest detail was carved to perfection. His skin glowed in the candle light, glistening in a thin veil of sweat with your arousal still on his lips — rosy and plush. Muscles pulsed as he reached behind his head to pull the band in his hair, freeing a cascade of long dark hair onto his back and shoulders.

He hovers over you, lips ghosting yours as he guides his cock through your folds with a hiss. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I’d hope so.” You reply with a cheeky grin, laying a kiss on his chin.

You yelp as his hand slaps your ass harshly, the sound reverberating off the walls. There was a handprint now burning red on your ass. “What was that for?” You hiss, trying to move your hips away but find them pinned to the mattress under his weight.

He bites your neck in reply. “For being rude.”

“Oh, piss off.” He raises a warning brow as you roll your eyes.

Again he smacks your ass as punishment, this time harder in the same place. “Do that one more time, see what happens.”

The sting of your ass seemed to have clouded your judgement as you proceeded to take him up on that challenge. “Fuck yo-!”

Before you could finish your rebuttal he shoves his cock into you without warning, completely filling you to the hilt. Your hands find his shoulders instinctively, embedding crescent shaped marks into his skin. The sound you made was a mix between a gasp and a moan, both in shock and pleasure at the sudden intrusion.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” Eren chuckles beside your ear, smirk evident in his tone.

A shaky breath leaves your chest. “I hate you.” You grumble in reply, the words coming out breathier than intended.

He shifts to rest his forehead against yours, a shit-eating grin still on his face. “If you hate me so much…” The pause is met with a harsh thrust of his hips, sending another moan tumbling from your lips. “Then why am I the only one that’s able to have you like this?” Your breath hicks as he repeats the same action, nose brushing his as he moved.

You didn’t have a real answer, it’s not like you didn’t seek sex from other partners, you did, but none of them could compare to the man before you. There was something comforting in how he knew your body inside and out, your expressions, the way your skin flushed under his touch, every moan and stutter. You trusted him with your body as he did you with his, but in doing so it fed into an addiction, one that could only be satisfied by Eren.

“Who said you were the only one?” You teased back.

His breath hit your nose as he huffed out a laugh. “No one can make you feel the way I do. Admit it.”

It was your turn to laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself. Anyone can do what you do, you’re not special.”

“Oh really?” His cock twitches inside of you, hips moving at an agonisingly slow pace. “Like who?”

“O-others, why do you need to know?” You stutter out, unable to draw a realistic name from the top of your head.

“I’d like to know who my competition is. That is if they even exist.” Your skin tingles as his nose traces the curve on your cheek. Eren knew exactly what that stutter meant. You were a liar. But that didn’t make going along with it any less entertaining.

“Of course they exis- fuck!” Pleasure overwhelms you as he hits a familiar spot, fingers playing with your clit as he continued his strokes.

“Mmm.” He groans against your cheek. “You know how much I hate lies, y/n.” His pace doesn’t let up as he speaks, fingers and cock moving in time with one another, a sweet harmony that had you struggling to maintain your fragile composure.

“I’m not-”

Spank.

“Stop lying to me sweetheart,” he warns again, upping the pressure on your clit. “Who’s the only one that can make you feel like this?” You could barely think, let alone speak as he continued his ministrations. Your pussy was a sopping mess, so much so that the lewd sound of your wet cunt taking his cock was audible with every delicious stroke.

Your breath fanned against his neck, hot and fast between moans and whines. The longer this went on the quicker your resolve dissipated and soon you were at his mercy. “You ‘Ren, it’s you.”

“I’m sorry?” He smiles, leaning his ear to your lips. “Say it again I don’t think I heard you.”

“Fuck, you’re the only one who can make me feel like this ‘Ren.” You repeat begrudgingly between breaths.

“Good girl.” With a kiss to your cheek he leans back on his heels, letting his cock slip out of you. “Turn over for me.”

Obediently you flip over on your hands and knees, chest brushing the mattress as you position your ass in the air. You feel him move over you, watching as he retrieves two pillows at the head of the bed to place under your hips, to which you happily lay on.

His hands slip themselves into the crease where your hips met your thighs, memorising the way your back arched in this position. He proceeds to run his thumbs over the small of your back, parallel to your spine before his grip tightens slightly and he’s pushing your hips into the pillows. Slowly he eases into you, moaning at the way your pussy engulfed him eagerly, tightening as inch by inch he drew deeper.

"Holy fuck, ‘Ren!” You cry, nails clawing the sheets. It was like he was in your stomach, if that was even possible.

His tongue paths its way up your spine, leaving spaced open mouth kisses on your skin till he reaches your ear. “Does that feel good princess?”

You could only moan in response, heavy breaths wafting your hair that had fallen over your face. He wasn’t even moving but he still managed to turn your brain to mush.

With a chuckle he pecks your shoulder. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.��

“Yes what?” His hips shift slightly, drawing a string of whines from your throat. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Mhm.” The weight of his body leaves yours as he sits back up, pausing to give your ass a squeeze. “And what if I move like this?” His hips draw back slowly before pushing back into you with a force that almost knocked the breath out of you. “That feel good too, baby?”

“Yes, fuck it feels so good, daddy.”

That was all the confirmation he needed to let go and fuck you into the bed the way he knew you loved. Hard and rough. Using your back as leverage he pressed into your skin, grip tight around your waist as he watched your ass ripple with every slap of his hips against your own.

You were so damn intoxicating it wasn’t even a joke anymore. There were days he’d actually miss this, miss you. Your face, your scent, your taste, how your pussy felt as it squeezed him at every inch, it was like you were made for him and vice versa. He’d never actually tell you any of that though.

This wasn’t love. It was sex, reoccurring mind blowing sex. Or so he continued to tell himself.

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes!” By the way your toes curled he knew he was hitting that sweet spot along your walls. Satisfaction swelled in his chest at your cock drunk form scrunching the sheets between your fingers, losing your voice in the pleasure surging through your body.

“That’s it sweetheart.” Cooing, he slows his pace to pin your hands behind your back, trapping your wrists in one hand and using the other to play with your clit. “You love this dick don’t you?”

Mindlessly you reply. “Yes daddy, so deep in my pussy.” At this point you would say anything, do anything if he asked you to. With the way his dick kissed that spot inside you over and over it was hard not to lose yourself, to let your eyes roll back and just take it.

“You feel so good princess, fuck you take me so well.” He looks down to where your bodies met, almost cumming at the sight of you creaming all over his cock. Your nails were digging into the back of his hand that still pinned your hands to the small of your back, grip tightening as your thighs tensed.

“I’m gonna cum, I-I’m gonna cum.” You whine with a hick.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over this dick.” He wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer as you grew tighter with each passing stroke, but he needed you to cum first, he needed to watch you come undone on his cock.

“Eren!” You hold onto his hand for dear life as you fall over the edge, your whole body tightening as Eren fucks you through your orgasm, fingers still softly caressing your clit.

“Good girl, that’s it.” He praises, out of breath, soon following with his own high. White hot ropes of cum painted your insides as a variation of your name fell from his lips in an incoherent mess. Normally he’d never be caught dead cumming inside if it was any one else but because it was you he bent that rule.

You groan softly as your body grew heavy, sinking into the soft mattress. Almost ready to pass out then and there you feel Eren shuffle behind you, moaning as his cock slides against your walls, slowly drawing from your warmth.

He falls onto his back beside you with a sigh. “Come here.”

“Mmm.” You groan, still fucked out and limp with flattened pillows under your hips probably damp with his cum as you felt it leak from your hole.

He clicks his tongue and pulls you forward effortlessly by your arm, cradling you in his side. There was a long silence as you both lay there listening to the rhythm of each others breaths, content in the comfort you had both built after months of this routine.

When all this first began you refused to even look at each other after the fact, getting dressed and leaving the room immediately. But one drunken night when you woke up to find him still there beside you, arm around your waist and pulled into his chest, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. It soon became normal for you to lay like this, naked and vulnerable, listening to his heart beat.

“You okay?” He questions, still looking up at the ceiling.

“Tired.” You sigh softly. Your fingers traced the grooves of his chest, circling his pectoral mindlessly.

He exhales heavily. “Feel better?”

With a chuckle you trail your finger down his abdomen. “A little.”

The look he throws you has your smile grow wider. “Only a little?” He turns on his side, resting his head on his hand. “Still lying to me.”

“Gonna have to try a little harder than that, Yeager.” Teasingly you tap his nose, laughing at the way he frowns at your simple gesture.

He caresses your face with his free hand, running a thumb over your rosy lips. “You really think I don’t know you after all these years?” The question was longing, like he was reminiscing every encounter you two ever had.

“I didn’t think you paid that much attention after all these years.” You roll your eyes playfully.

“I’m observant.”

“You’re a nuisance.” You corrected, but despite your insult the smile never left your face.

“You love me.” The rebuttal caught you off guard, unsure if he was joking or not as his tone remained serious.

“Are you drunk, Yeager? Why would I ever love you?”

His face draws toward yours knowingly. “You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t.”

“I-I could say the same for you.” You deflect, gesturing to his figure.

Did he really want to admit his feelings for you, after having pushed them down for so long? Did he even have feelings for you? When he saw you on the dancefloor for the first time tonight his stomach erupted in a flutter of butterflies. Not to mention when he watched the way you smiled and laughed with Jean. Who the fuck was he anyway? Some corporate kiss-ass who shovelled shit for a living. Transport, what was Jean’s transport company compared to the medical empire Eren was managing? Is that what impressed you? What you liked? He followed the way Jean’s hands glided along your body, like he knew where to touch you, how to make you…

“Eren.” Your soft voice breaks him from deep thought. You look at him with those eyes you do, the ones that somehow manage to break his resolve every time.

“Let’s get you to a bath.” He smiles at you sadly, laying a kiss on your forehead and getting up from the bed. His fingers rake through dishevelled hair before offering you an outstretched hand.

You witnessed the way his green eyes dulled as they bore into yours sullenly. His expression was placid, unreadable as it always was when he decided to shut you out, an action you’d become all too familiar with as you came back to the reality of the situation.

Not wanting to question him on it you take his hand. “Lead the way.”

PART TWO

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[sugaldean]

Super hot take. None of the Bad kids should be president and if one of them was to be it should be Fig. Actually no. Fig should be president.

Gorgug

I don't think I have to explain why Gorgug shouldn't be president? He has absolutely none of the wishes or motivations or skills associated with student president (Gorgug is my favorite don't come for me). He work on the shadow, like give revolutionary ideas out of nowhere and have iconic moment (pig cop) and inventions. But he is not head of the movement.

Adaine

Adaine would be kinda good but I don't think her anxiety would let her be that much of a public presence, also she changes things in other ways. She is thoughtful and helpful but isn't the type to make huge speeches and actions for everyday. She's part of the advisors with Riz but I don't think she would enjoy the president position.

Fabian

Fabian is party popular boy. Which is so important in your campaign to bring people's attention at first but he is not the one who make decisions. This man is incapable of memorizing a single important thought, let him be.

Riz

Riz would be good. But Riz tend to push his ideals on other people, they are amazing for him and I love him more than anything but I feel like he would push and push kids who just don't want to do good in school or succeed you know? Also I think Riz is perfect for advising/managing, he is smart, not so good with people even if he loves clubs, strategic, etc

Now. My top two candidates mostly because of how fucking interesting being president would be for their personal arc

Kristen

Yeah she's a mess, yeah she has no planning skills. But. Helio doesn't make mistake. She was the chosen one, she wanted to bring people in the light. Was she wrong then? Yes of course.

But Kristen has that power to rally people, she is kind beyond limit, she is impulsive in a way that is so original, she see things people don't see and her mind twist things in new ways.

This is why she could be good. Because if chaos is sometimes too much, knowing how to take a problem and make a solutions by looking at it through the complete opposite way can help people go through more things than they ever thought.

Fig

Now. There's a fricking president. Always thinks about other people's need. Listen to her advisors. Isn't scare to take the fall. Good time and stress management. She knows basically every class and their issues.

Does she like school? No. But she likes students. Is she an anarchist? Yeah but basically everyone is at Aguefort so she's even more perfect.

Does Fig wants the spotlight? Yes. She's scared of it, probably in a way scared of steeling it and being too much. But she deserves it. She deserves to scream her ideas and to be listened. Fig Faeth, paladin of students. Devoted to her friends, fighting for the greater good.

[ash5monster01]

Perfect To Love Part 11

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues, language.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

word count: 3,437

a/n: sorry it has been so long friends, I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed and am still in recovery but plz enjoy <3

Part 10 ←→ Part 12

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Beth wouldn’t go as far to say she was popular. She was still far from it, but ever since Steve Harrington held her hand in those bleachers the kids at school started to treat her better. Some going as far as talking to her and getting to know her. Now that she didn’t have this huge target on her back she didn’t hate going to school anymore. She didn’t even care if the kids were doing it to get close to Steve, for once she could take a breath of relief when she walked through those doors. For once she got to know her classmates and become friends with them. It’s all she ever wanted out of high school.

“Hey Beth, wait up” Beth turned at the call of her name and Robin almost slammed into her from their sudden stop.

“Hey Claire” Beth said kindly even though confusion was all over her face. Claire was one of the most popular girls in their grade, best friend with Chrissy Cunningham, and Captain of the Cheerleading squad.

“Hey I just wanted to give you this” Claire pulled a neon pink sheet from the stack in her hands, passing it to Beth just to see three dancing skeletons, holding wine glasses, and ‘Come for the Boo’s’ written in bold letters above them. Below was Claire’s address and information about the Halloween Party she’d be throwing.

“A party?” Beth questioned and Robin peered over her shoulder to take a look at the posters that definitely cost more than 80 cents to print.

“Yes, Tina passed the torch down to me for the big Halloween Bash this year. I figured you and Steve could come, and your friends” Claire gestured to Robin and Robins eyes widened as she realized she had been invited too.

“Of course, thanks Claire” Beth told her with a soft smile and the blonde girl moved on, like it wasn’t completely bizarre to be inviting Beth Walker and Robin Buckley to a party.

“Are you gonna go?” Robin questioned as they continued their walk to their next class.

“I mean, I don’t see why not. No one harasses me anymore. It could be fun” Beth shrugged tucking the flyer into her folder.

“Even though she was definitely inviting you to get Steve there?” Robin questioned and Beth chuckled.

“Yeah, it’s not like she’s going to steal Steve from me. We’ve been dating for a little over a week and if he does run off with Claire I know you’ll just kick his ass for me” Beth told her as they reached their classroom, slipping into the desks beside each other.

“That’s very true” Robin pointed out and Beth laughed, permanent blush still on her cheeks because she was dating Steve Harrington. They had to of been in the twilight zone.

“The real question is, is my best friend going to go to this party with me?” Beth looked at Robin with a hopeful look and Robin beamed as she realized she could actually join her two best friends at her first real high school party.

“I thought you’d never ask”

And that was how Beth, Steve, and Robin made plans to go to this silly Halloween party. This time accompanied by each of the kids. Steve had put up a fight, a permanent scowl on his face, because the last thing he wanted to do at a party was babysit. But Beth and Robin assured him they’d watch out for the kids and if anything started to go wrong they would call Nancy and leave. Beth had tried to get Nancy to come along but she planned to call Johnathon and couldn’t be persuaded.

Beth had been able to convince the group to do The Goonies. Her and Steve as Brand and Andy, Robin as Andy’s best friend Stef, Mike after putting up a fight was Mikey, Lucas as Mouth, and Dustin as Data. Max sadly got stuck home with her Mom, helping her move things into their new home. Yet she didn’t complain considering her only options were Mama Fratelli or Sloth. Lucas on the other hand had been sad because he wanted his girlfriend there for their first high school party. Apparently since Billy passed away things between them had been rocky.

“I can’t believe I let you convince me to do this” Steve said squeezing Beth’s hand, looking cute as ever in the red sweat bands that came with his costume. All Beth could do was grin.

“They’re good kids Steve, not like you were in high school” he faked a gasp but Beth’s giggles kept him from feigning hurt feelings. All he could do was laugh along side her.

“The minute I see Dustin try any alcohol we’re out of here” he told her, leaning down and capturing her giggling lips in his own.

“What about me?” Beth asked once he pulled away and he chuckled.

“You can get as drunk as you want, but if your father asks, I had nothing to do with it” Beth laughed again as the group now made their way into the house. It was mainly dark, the music loud enough to make Beth’s ears ring, and the temperature inside was drastically different from the cool 50 degree weather outside.

“Stick together, no alcohol” Robin pointed at the kids as they made their way in the house, grins from ear to ear. They were officially high school partiers. Even crazier, Beth was the reason they were even there. They all ruhed off, not even reacting to what Robin had said causing the young girl to sigh.

"I'll grab us some drinks" Steve said, side stepping behind Beth as he gave her shoulders a squeeze. Robin looked up hopeful, seeking out comfort in an alcoholic beverage despite never have trying it before.

"Strong ones" Robin said and Steve just laughed, knowing Robin would more than likely be drunk two sips into a fruity wine cooler. Yet he pretended to obey as he disapeared into the kitchen. Beth used this moment to survey the room, costumes either intricate or half assed. No in between.

“This is surreal” Beth chuckled to her friend only to see her gasp as her eyes settled on something across the room.

“Vickie is here” Robin hissed before shifting to stand behind Beth. Beth only laughed because Robin could see clear over her head, she wasn’t much of a shield.

“She’s dressed like Molly Ringwald in Sixteen Candles, wow” Beth said as she spotted their red headed friend, pink dress, and blue flower crown. Beth quickly waved to to the girl. “Hi Vickie!”

“Beth! Hey!” Vickie waved back and Robin grabbed her friends arm, making her stop almost instantly.

“Beth are you kidding? I don’t know what to say to her outside of band” Robin seethed as the red headed girl approached and Beth just rolled her eyes.

“I’m right here, calm down-“ but then Eddie Munson was twirling Beth, higher than a kite, and shocked to see the girl who forced him to do homework at a party of all places. As he pulled the girl away Beth gave Robin a sheepish smile, watching Vickie approach her.

“Beth Walker, is it actually you or am I just really greened out?” he asked curiously, hunched over to look her in the eye.

“Hey Eddie, what’s your costume? Burnout?” Eddie chuckled, a slight shake to his head. Costumes weren’t really his thing.

“It’s you all right” then his eyes flicked up behind her just to see Steve approaching as the Brand to her Andy. “Apparently with Harrington too”

“Munson, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to steal my girl” Steve appeared beside her, costume to match, drinks in hand.

“Beth’s too good for me, she knows that” Beth blushed, never realizing Eddie had thought of her like that. “But you Harrington, you always snag the good girls”

“Alright, stop the pissing contest. Thanks handsome” Beth grinned at Steve, stealing a drink from the two in his hands. Steve blushed and she wasn’t sure if she actually had that affect on him or he had already taken a few sips before finding her.

“Dustin is here, might be nice to have an extra eye on him and the kids. Keep them out of trouble” Steve told Eddie, now business. He knew Dustin liked Eddie, he didn’t have to like it but if someone else was keeping him out of trouble he could accept it.

“No way, Dustin Henderson at a party. I’ve got to see this with my own two eyes” and as quick as he appeared, Eddie disappeared in search of his young Hellfire apprentices.

“Wow, this is strong” Beth told Steve after taking a sip but that didn’t stop her from giving him a grin and chugging some more.

“You’re gonna be the death of me Walker” he told her but she gave him a pout.

“Save the last names for people like Eddie” she told him and he felt his heart swell over how cute she was. He had never thought he could be so attracted to a bigger girl before but now nobody could compare. He was obsessed with Beth Walker and he wanted to make sure she knew it.

“You’re gonna be the death of me Bethany” shivers chilled her spine at the deep and sultry way her said her full name. She had always regretted answering Beth when Tommy asked her name, figuring he so easily turned it into Bertha. She was just so used to everyone calling her Beth for short. Steve calling her Bethany was something so personal she was sure to never get tired of it. That and B.

“Same goes for you Steven” she told him, grin covering her lips. Before she could react his lips were on her own in a sweet kiss, taking a small taste of the cherry lipgloss and alcohol to go with it.

“Let’s hit the dance floor baby, I got some new moves” he grinned and she just giggled, hand curling into his own as he led her to the dance floor. On her way her eyes flitted over the crowd, saying hi back to people who actually offered hellos for once. Then she spotted Colin, eyes trained on her and knuckles white from gripping his beer bottle. She wasn’t sure if he was angry about her attendance or Steve, she wasn’t sure about anything with him anymore.

As the night progressed Steve and Beth had put away quite a few drinks, spent a good hour or three on the dance floor, joined by Robin after she chugged her wine cooler to forget the embarrassment of stumbling over her words in front of Vickie. Beth realized it didn’t matter if she was here or not, as long as she was dancing with her friends. Lucas had been long gone, guilt ridden of leaving behind Max. Steve fought his departure for only a moment before allowing it. Now Dustin and Mike sat squished on either side of Eddie, deep in conversation about their latest campaign.

“I’m gonna grab a new drink” Beth yelled over the music, the alcohol making her more confident and Steve more affectionate towards her.

“Alright sweet thing, we’ll be here” he told her, hands squeezing at her waist and she was too drunk to care, even though his lust filled eyes set her insides on fire.

“Don’t cause too much trouble” she told him before scurrying off to the kitchen to find herself a refill. For the first time all night the kitchen had been abandoned and Beth appreciated the space for a moment.

“So you and Harrington are a real thing huh?” Beth jumped as the voice appeared beside her, some rum slipping up the side of her cup and onto the counter.

“Colin, you scared me” Beth said, ripping a paper towel and cleaning her mess. It was silly really, considering the whole house would be a mess by tomorrow, but she did it anyway.

“I figured you’d date a more quiet type like yourself” he said before slugging back a sip of his beer. He wore a bed sheet as a toga, half his chest peeking out from the white fabric. Colin Matterson was an asshole but at least he wasn’t ugly.

“I’m not quiet, you only think that since no one bothered to treat me like a real person” Beth told him, pouring some coke into her cup. She had made this drink stronger but only because it scared her that she was now somewhat comfortable alone with Colin.

“Guess I should have” he said and suddenly it was like all the air was sucked out of the room. “Considering everyone likes you now because of Harrington. I always figured it would be the other way around, torture the person dating you for dating you. If I had known it would be like this maybe I would’ve actually made a move”

“You don’t get to say things like that to me” Beth shook her head, taking a step back and a sip from her drink.

“Why not?” he asked, his beer bottle clinking as he slammed it into the counter.

“Because Colin, you’ve been my worst bully for years. You can’t just turn around now because you realize your reputation won’t be hurt” Beth was trying her best not to yell but once Colin jumped off the counter, vein appearing in his forehead, she realized the yelling was about to come.

“You don’t get it Beth! I fucking hated myself for liking you. I thought I was broken, that I couldn’t like the skinny cheerleaders that threw themselves at me. That I was into fat girls. I worried I’d never be attracted to anyone and people would judge me for the rest of my life for being attracted to you!” Beth gaped, shocked he even thought this was any argument at all. Calling her fat, hating himself for liking her. Who fucking cares!

“That’s where you’re wrong Colin. If you can’t see me for anything other than my size you have no grounds to stand on for liking me. Being fat isn’t all that I am! I’m fun, loud, happy, pretty, and yes fat. But if you can’t see that then maybe you are broken, but not in the way you think!” Beth yelled back, anger bubbling to the surface. She wanted to hit him, just like Steve did. Yet she knew it wouldn’t solve anything for her.

“I don’t know what to do Beth” he suddenly said so quietly she tried not to feel bad for him. He was confused, confused about why he didn’t like things most people liked. That he was different from normal. It was probably similar to how someone came to terms with being gay when being told it was wrong their whole life.

“I can’t fix it for you Colin, but I suggest you start liking people based on who they are and not what they look like. I ended up with Steve because he got to know me without someone asking him too, and that makes all the difference” Beth now at the mention of Steve instantly wanted to be comforted by him so she started for the kitchen door, absolutely no interest in hearing what he had to say.

“Hey what took so long?” Robin panted, giddy from dancing and drinking. Good thing they already figured to call Nancy for a ride home.

“Got stuck talking” Beth said, nuzzling into Steve’s side who just grinned. Beth wasn’t one to initiate intimacy so he wrapped his arms around her, guaranteeing she wouldn’t scurry off.

“Everything okay” he asked ducking down and whispering into her ear. Her free hand curled around his neck as she went to whisper back.

“It is now” she told him, suggesting that being close to him made it better. Then for the first time she pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, chest pushing against his own. She felt goosebumps rise under her hand on the back of his neck and it made her heart flutter to think she could give him goosebumps. All this time she thought no one would ever like her, see for themselves how great she was, and now she was giving Steve Harrington goosebumps.

“Ugh get a room” Robin groaned and Beth pulled back from Steve as she giggled, him still hunched over to keep his head near her own.

“I think Robin has had enough to drink” Steve said as he spun Beth around, pressing her back against his front and chin falling onto her shoulder.

“Actually I don’t think I’ve had enough, maybe one more and I won’t think about vomiting watching you two make out” she said and Beth laughed loudly, the sound causing Steve to pull her in tighter.

“She’s drunk, she’s normally team us making out” Steve said to Beth as if Robin wasn’t standing in front of them, swaying from the alcohol.

“She’s just jealous because she wants someone to make out with” Beth whispered back and Steve pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck, half drunk and caught up in the taste of her. Beth felt the kiss all the way to her core and unintentionally pressed her ass further back into Steve. It was like her body knew how to react to his touched despite never being touched like that.

“Careful baby” Steve warned, his voice breathless. Beth turned crimson red as she realized what she had just done, the blush heating all the way to her ears.

“Alright, I’m done dancing” Robin said once she realized what was happening and rushed away. Steve kept Beth in front of him, careful not to let her move.

“You look surprised” Steve muttered, trying his best not to scare her but he was drunk and she was just so damn beautiful he couldn’t help it. Most of the night he spent fighting with himself to not look at the cleavage spilling over her white top.

“I just didn’t think I was capable of turning anyone on” Beth whispered and Steve let out a deep chuckle, closing his eyes and counting to three.

“Well Beth you are very capable, so just please don’t move” he said breathily, eyes closing shut as he pressed his forehead to her shoulder, trying to calm himself down. Beth found herself briefly wondering what Steve looked like all fucked out, probably pretty, like always. She had never had any interest before but the mix of alcohol and attractive guy stuck to her made her think differently.

“Sorry, but I have to kiss you right now” and against his wishes she turned, her front now pressed against him as she grabbed his face and pressed a slow and sweet kiss to his lips. Steve moaned lightly into her mouth and she realized now that if she was to lose Steve she would absolutely never recover.

“Alright we’re leaving, call Nancy” he muttered against her lips and Beth laughed as she kissed him again.

“So I can’t come over?” she teased and Steve groaned.

“Beth, I’m serious. It’s only been two weeks and I don’t need you seeing how badly I’m into you” Steve said and Beth sighed, sealing his lips with another kiss before another to his cheek, neck, and throat.

“Fine we’ll call Nancy” she told him and he still had his eyes shut, probably trying to remember all of the presidents and she just shook her head.

“The kids are watching please stop!” Beth turned to see Eddie was holding his hands over Dustin and Mike’s eyes. She giggled before shaking her head.

“We’re done, promise. Boys get ready to go” Beth instructed and Eddie removed his hands as they moved to obey.

“Looks like you need a cold shower Harrington!” Eddie called out and the boys both made grossed out faced as they collected their things and moved to join the group.

“Looks like you just need a shower Munson” and the boys laughed including Eddie who still wasn’t entirely sure about the Harrington boy.

“You’re probably right Steve, have a good night kiddos” he told them and Beth found Robin as they moved to the door, Steve going to call Nancy who thankfully wasn’t too far away.

“I’d say our first party was a success” Robin told Beth, her arm locked within her own, ready to have a sleepover, and pick on Alan during breakfast the next morning.

“Me too, it was more fun than I thought”

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[stargazer-sims]

The Art of Redemption

(part 9)

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"You would've made a great parent," Stan says.

Stan and Beth-Anne are sitting at a table by the window in their favourite waterfront café. From their spot, they can see the wide wooden boardwalk and the grey expanse of the mist-veiled harbour beyond it. The pewter coloured sky is promising more snow, but Beth-Anne doesn't mind. Winter is her favourite season. She loves how soft and harmless everything looks when covered by a fresh snowfall. The snow creates a dreamlike image with no deep shadows or sharp edges, and nothing that hints at the harshness of the real world.

At this time of year, the boardwalk is quiet and mostly deserted, and that's how Beth-Anne likes it best. She prefers an uninterrupted view of the sea, and it's much easier to gather her thoughts when there isn't a crowd. Even from behind a window, the sight of the empty boardwalk and the slowly undulating ocean water helps to settle her.

She's not entirely calm, but she reflects that she's certainly felt worse.

She has just finished pouring her heart out to Stan about the metaphorical roller coaster she's been on. She told him all about the confrontation between Brett and Nikolai, her chat with Brett afterwards and her misgivings about the stability of his home life, and her persistent worry that Nikolai isn't showing much progress in recovering from the incident, even after several days.

To add to her troubles, Eden's parents seem to have developed a sudden and deep-seated fear that their child will get seriously hurt at the rink, and informed her this morning that they want to pull him out of both group classes and individual training.

Although they didn't come out and say it directly, Beth-Anne suspects this has to do with Nikolai and his injury. The Seong family doesn't know Nikolai. He and Eden are definitely aware of each other, but they've never met. Still, if Evie and George Seong are even half as tuned-in to the skating world as their son, she doesn't doubt they know all about what happened at the Four Continents.

Predictably, Eden didn't take his parents' expression of their concerns very well. The skating-obsessed little boy had reacted by creating the most dramatic scene possible; refusing to take his skates off, throwing himself to the ice and howling for all he was worth when his mother and father came to pick him up.

Beth-Anne sighs. All she needs now is for something to happen to make Mariah cry, and her students will have completed a streak.

"I'd be a shit parent," she says to Stan. "I can barely cope with the four kids I've got, and they're not even mine. Well, three I guess, since Nikolai is hardly a kid. Two, if I lose little Eden."

"You're not going to lose him," Stan predicts. "Kid with that much talent? Christ, from what I've seen, some day he might even be better than Nikolai. His parents would be out of their minds to make him quit."

"Tell that to them."

"I won't have to. If he can't make it clear to them himself, what's gonna happen if they pull him off the ice will do the job. I've watched him skate, and I swear to God... that child's entire body language shouts pure joy when he's out there. What do you think would happen if they took that away from him?"

"I don't want to think about that," she says. "I can't think about another one of my boys fading away." Her throat hurts, and the half-eaten slice of raspberry cheesecake on the plate in front of her no longer looks appetizing. Her stomach clenches as if she might be sick. "Everything's so fucked up right now, and I don't know what to do."

"Beth, look at me." Stan reaches across the small table and covers her hand with his. "Take a deep breath, and then tell me how much of the shit that's going on right now is actually something you can control."

She tries to meet his gaze, but her eyes start to sting and she lowers her head so he won't have a full view of her if she starts crying. "I... I don't know."

"Yes, you do." Stan's tone is firm, but not unkind. "You have no control over other people's choices. You have no control over how they act or what they feel. The only person you have control over is you, and when shit gets bad, the only feelings and actions you're responsible for are yours."

"Yeah, but—"

"No 'buts'. You know I'm right."

"I guess."

"No 'guess', either."

"Sorry."

"Tell me something," Stan says. "Are you being kind and fair? Are you really listening to your kids and doing your best to understand what they need?"

"Yeah."

"And are you helping them get what they need?"

"Of course," she says. "As best as I'm able to."

"Then, you're doing fine." Stan squeezes her hand lightly. "Those three boys and Mariah, they love you. Anyone can see that, and anyone can see how much you love them. You don't need to be able to fix everything. You just need to be present for them, and it sounds like you are, so how about you stop beating yourself up, yeah?"

"I want them to be happy. I hate it when they're hurting."

"I know." Stan still hasn't let go of her hand. He grips it a little tighter and adds softly. "Just like I hate it when you're hurting. You think I don't wish I could wave a magic wand and take all the pain away from you? If I could do that, I would, but I can't."

She turns her hand so she can finally grasp his fingers in return. "This is enough," she says. "You being here with me. Being my friend and listening to all my problems."

"It's enough for your students too," he tells her. "Most people aren't looking for miracles."

"Is it going to get better?"

"I think you know the answer to that."

"Yeah, but... can you just tell me, please? I need to hear somebody say it."

"It'll get better. It always does." He smiles. "Your boys will be fine. Little Eden will get to keep skating, and Brett will grow out of needing to be constantly reassured, and Nikolai won't grieve forever."

"And what about me?" she asks.

Stan's gaze on her is steady. "There's more on your mind than all the stuff with your boys."

It's not a question. He knows her well enough that he doesn't need confirmation. What he's really doing is offering her an easy entry into talking about it. Stan is good at that, getting people to open up to him.

She closes her eyes and concentrates on the warmth of his hand. Stan isn't a physically affectionate person, but he knows when she needs grounding and he knows how to do it.

He'd sat with her and held her hand for hours when she'd been recovering in the hospital after her accident. He'd read books to her, some in English and some in his native Czech, so that she could hear his voice without having to say anything in reply. He'd dried her tears like no one else in her life had ever done. Stan has never been repulsed by her scars, never been afraid of her past.

Stan Kovac loves her like her parents should have. There's never been any question in her mind about that. He's not her real father, but he's the father she needs.

"It's the nightmares," she practically whispers. "The nightmares are back. Flashbacks too."

"How long?" Stan asks.

"I've been having nightmares since Four Continents. The flashbacks... they started up again a few days ago."

"And the drinking?" he probes gently. "That too?"

She shakes her head. "No. I promised you I wouldn't, and I meant it. I almost slipped up, but I got scared. Of what would happen, I mean. What I might do."

"You should've called me."

"I was scared."

Her voice is barely audible, but Stan still catches her words. "I wouldn't have judged you, little bee. You know that," he says. "Milena and I would've taken care of you. You and your Nikolai both."

"I'm sorry."

"No," he murmurs. "No, miláčku. You have nothing to apologize for. You're doing your best, and I know you've been trying very hard to manage everything. No one should expect more from you than that."

She tries to keep it together, but hearing him use the same term of endearment for her that he uses for Alžběta, his own daughter, causes something inside her to break. She's been holding so much in, fighting so damn hard to be strong for everyone, when all she really wants is to let go. She longs for somebody to take over the fight for her, just for a little while, so she can rest and not have to worry or be afraid. She wants someone to protect her like a parent protects their small child, to shield her from all the monsters waiting in dark closets, hungry to destroy her.

Without warning, an involuntary whimper escapes her. She pulls her hand away from Stan's and presses it over her trembling lips instead. Her eyes are streaming tears, blurring the world around her so that her surroundings no longer have meaning.

Stan doesn't say anything. He stands up, pulls some cash from his pocket and places it on the table between their two unfinished dessert plates. Then, he’s standing next to her chair, taking the hand that's not covering her mouth. He leads her toward the door, and then outside into the chilly February air.

Out on the boardwalk, Stanislav Kovac who rarely hugs anybody, pulls her into his arms and holds her tight. The last vestiges of her self-control disappear. She buries her face in the scratchy, vaguely peppermint-scented warmth of his old wool coat and lets out all her frustration, self-doubt, exhaustion, pain and fear in sobs that threaten to take her breath away.

She has no idea how long they stand there, but eventually her tears run out. She feels drained, and she doesn't want to move. In the back of her mind, she even wonders if she can. It would be nice to stay in the safety of Stan's embrace forever, as impossible as she knows it is.

"Let's go home, little bee," Stan says.

She tries to reply, but the only sound her aching throat produces is a tiny, pitiful squeak. She wants to tell him she likes hearing him call her 'little bee'. The pet name he gave her years ago is hers alone, and it speaks volumes to her desperate heart.

"We'll stop by your house first," he continues. "You'll need some things if Milena and I are going to keep you for the night."

"Wh-what... what about Nikolai?" she somehow manages to ask.

"We'll bring him as well, if he wants to come," says Stan. "There's plenty of room for both of you. He can have the downstairs guest room, and you can have Alžběta's old room. We've redecorated it. I think you'll like it."

She moves her head against his shoulder in her best version of a nod. "Okay."

"You can have a nice meal and a hot bath and a good long sleep. If you're feeling better in the morning, then we'll talk. Okay? And if you think you need a professional, I'll help you get in touch with somebody."

She sniffles. "No. I had my fill of shrinks a long time ago. I just... I need to tell somebody everything. And I need someone to tell me I'm going to be okay, that I'm not too fucked up to be normal. That I'm not broken."

Stan strokes the back of her head, just once, smoothing down her windblown hair. "We're all broken, Beth. Every one of us in our own way, and that's all right. It's okay to be broken. The important thing is not to let yourself believe you can never be mended."

[biscuitboxer]

Rejoice

Naruto redesigns be upon ye

The main point of divergence from the canon timeline is Naruto meets Kurama a few years early (and also Zabuza and Haku live bc i love them <33). This happens because he decided to go foraging for more food and ate a poisonous plant (think deadly nightshade), causing his Kurama's chakra to kick in and heal the effects of the poison and send Naruto to the sealscape. Kurama decides to be nice(r) to Naruto because he's not dumb enough to blame a literal child for something that happened to him as an infant, though he's not exactly friendly until Naruto thinks to ask Kurama's name about a year down the line, on Naruto's 10th birthday.

I've been super into my Naruto au recently. The current name for the AU is Punk Tactics because Naruto's (and eventually all of his friends) a full-on punk who actually wants to change things for the better rather than slather the status quo in orange paint.

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Because Naruto's got a millenium old genius monster giving him life advice and bullying him into self-sufficiency for a best friend, he's not really the dead last in class, but he's absolutely awful at tests so he still has the worst academic grades.

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A lot of Naruto redesigns take away the orange completely for stealth, but I decided to keep it because orange is such an integral part of his character (bright orange is happy, warm, demands attention, and is very distracting, all stuff Naruto needs in his day-to-day life), and also the kid who stole the scroll of seals and almost got away with it doesn't need advice on being stealthy lol. He also wears dark coloured clothing under the highlighter jumpsuits in case he *does* need to be ultra stealthy, as well as for extra protection.

For younger Naruto, I used bright but more pastel-y colours because he's more innocent and hasn't really become Naruto yet, but after meeting Kurama and growing up a bit he's embraced the obnoxious side of himself and has begun wearing it like armour against the world. He's also a thief in this au, and his pranks are both a way to get revenge on the village for mistreating him and taking attention away from the real mischief he get into (this also provides the experience he needs to eventually steal the scroll of seals). As he grows older, he wears both brighter and darker colours to signify embracing himself more as well his growing maturity, while also being an homage to his jinchuriki transformations.

Also, he makes the highlighter jumpsuits directly after the Wave Mission, where his eyes were opened to injustice that didn't affect him personally, and he goes from wanting to be Hokage so people aren't mean to him to wanting to be Hokage to change the world for the better for everyone, so the black also represents how much more seriously he takes things now and the orange represents his bright hopes for the future. The black is also, one some level, a way to mourn his loss of innocence after everything he's gone through and the childhood he never really got to have. (Can you tell I love nuance, layers and symbolism in stories)

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For the jinchuriki transformations I went hard into the eldritch cryptid type aesthetic while adding some symbolism. Hinata thinks of Naruto as the sun and herself as a sunflower always facing towards him and trying to emulate him (her name is written in hiragana but kanji readings of Hinata generally translate to something sun related), and Naruto's base appearance while using mass amounts of bijuu chakra looks like various cosmic events related to stars like an eclipse or a black hole. The eyes are inspired directly from Naruto's canon four tails transformation and Alternates from The Mandela Catelogue. It's also kind of representing Naruto's status as the black sheep of Konoha as he's entirely black aside from the eyes, and the oxymoronic nature of his existence - a glowing shadow, a genius village idiot, Konoha's greatest asset and pariah, a little kid with more life experience than most adults. Also it looks cool

The Highlighter Jumpsuits he wears after Wave are handmade and specially designed to take on Kurama's chakra without degrading like normal clothes would - this allows his clothes to become part of the shadowy body when he transforms.

I decided to make Naruto use a bo staff as one of his main weapons for a few reasons: sticks are the easiest weapon to find for a guy who spends most of his time in a forest, the idea of professionally bonking people with a stick is funny, and I love the stick and rope metaphor from Death Stranding. He can also just tie a kunai to it if he needs a spear

As for why Naruto doesnt have a utility belt or any kunai pouches: he adds a bunch of extra pockets and straps to hold things to any clothing he can and uses storage seals to hold everything. Some pockets are just hidden storage seals to hold things that would be awkward to fit into a pocket.

[homosexualmorelikehomiesexual]

yknow. while theres obvs a whole host of deliberate references saltburn pulls from mythology and classic literature, theres a lot of more contemporary, probably unintentional parallels i noticed could be drawn as well! (mainly my own faves bc my favorite hobby is projection)

so, in no particular order:

saw 2004. this ones a bit of a stretch but i mean, cmon. homoerotic bathtub. also the twist villain (ish), themes of vouyerism, playing games with peoples motives, pitting people against each other and exploiting power dynamics+dirty laundry. and the class disparity between the two love interests (yes saw is also a gay romantic tragicomedy to me. sorry)

dark shadows (the movie not the show) oliver is very vampire coded (i need to make a whole separate post abt that tbh) so hes barnabus collins. pamela is the redheaded dr. cotton whose overstayed her welcome. "the eggs are made for you. everything else is on the side"🤝"we dont have horses. we have a chevy". tragic gothic murder-(almost)-suicide romance. ig this makes felix josette, venetia carolyn, and farleigh the spooky little kid who can talk to ghosts,,,,,? eh yea ok its not a 1:1 ratio

hereditary. elspeths scream finding felixs body in the morning. the tendency to just fully suppress trauma until its impossible to ignore at which point it spills out in the most ghastly ridiculous ways. the undercurrent of intergenerational mother-son trauma. the way they both seem to juggle two focuses at once, one focus being interpersonal dynamics, the other being class commentary (or supernatural horror in hereditary, though id argue saltburn succeeds at this where hereditary falls flat) also the twist that its not in fact the family thats scary and culty and weird and ultimately the biggest threat, but an outsider (hated that twist in hereditary, loved it in saltburn)

sucker punch. again the theme of vouyerism! also consent, sexuality, and hypersexuality, getting by on charisma in a losing battle when surrounded by those with systemic power over you (farliegh ily mwuah), the fine line between desire and glorification and dehumanization, and how it forces the audience to do the uncomfortable work of reconciling our desire to take the eroticism presented to us at face value and sexualize the characters and their relationships, with the power imbalances and therefore inherently dubious consent between them (and us, the audience)

a girl walks home alone at night. this ones mainly just the title, but again i just really like the subversion of expectation that oliver is gonna be the one helplessly sucked into this whirlwind of danger, when in reality, hes the threat. and both the cattons and we ourselves as the audience wholly underestimate him due to the implicit biases it forces us to reconsider

the hunger games. more vouyerism, the way it catches the audience in wanting to focus on the romance because its comfortable and what we're used to, rather than actually look beyond the surface and engage with the power imbalances, particularly the classim and racism commentary. also that scene where oliver looks out the cab window and sees saltburn for the first time reminded me a lot of peeta and katniss looking out the train seeing the capitol

euphoria. ik yall noticed the jules and felix parallel w the angel wings, and duh jacob elordi is in both. but can i also pose that they both have themes of coodependancy and love as addiction and favorite persons and not loving someone as a person but simply loving to be loved. and also body glitter and cocaine

[gojoshooter]

Jjk characters reaction to Jujutsu kaisen !!

ft. Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, Gojo, Geto, Toji, Mahito

a/n: this is my first work ><!! english isn't my first language but hope u enjoy :)

(geto & toji are alive :D)

WARNING : manga spoilers

Yuji Itadori :

He's 17 in highschool

Was bored and binge watching netflix when he found out about this anime

Favourite character is Nanami because he thinks his 7:3 technique is super cool (my boy's eyes shine whenever he comes up on screen 🥺)

Thinks he can fix Geto

Secretly recommends Jjk to his closest friends since he wants to "gatekeep" this precious show and now they have to hear Yuji's rants about how one day he will fist fight Mahito

Obsessed with Jujusanpo

Fushiguro Megumi :

One of Yuji's unfortunate best friends who was recommended Jjk

Did not watch the show untill Yuji was falsely declared dead and he needed something to remind him of his best friend

Itadori is his favourite character (and we know why)

Becomes his comfort show

Looked up for the manga because he can't wait for second season and oh boy was that his biggest mistake... he cried his eyes out under his blanket reading Shibuya arc

Kugisaki Nobara :

Yuji told her about a "hot girl with green hair in specs who's exactly her type" in the show and yes that's all it took

Maki is her kin (what did we expect) and mentally notes to keep that her kid's name

Jumps on couch to hype up Gojo every time he beat ass

Tags official jjk on Twitter and rants to bring back the previous intro

Has her room filled with merches which she's proud to show off. One time when Yuji stole her favorite Maki hoodie he faced the wrath in form of her hammer

Gojo Satoru :

Heard Yuji recommend this show to his friends & decided to watch to "fit in" 🙄

Actually gets into it

Favourite character is Megumi and he roots so hard for him, one-sided arguments with Shoko to let her know how much potential this boy has and comes up with theories for the reason for his current personality

Replays the intro 5 times while humming loudly to the music that's his ritual

One day he shows up in his 'violin teacher Satoru' cosplay to the class and everyone is frustrated because how the fuck does he look so good and on-point

Geto Suguru :

Starts watching so Gojo doesn't have to fanboy alone

Favourite character is Gojo because he's his definition of a perfect sorcerer and lowkey wants his powers

Has made tons of jjk playlists

Yells "slay gurllll " when Nobara or Maki fight/do something mean

Has uploaded a cover of him and Shoko singing to the intro on youtube and guess who is sulking now

Toji Fushiguro :

Megumi put it up on the TV so he can re-watch the show with his dad as a method to bond with him

To his surprise his dad actually looks invested??

Favourite character is Yuta and he's very much fascinated by Rika

Little eyebrow frowns as he completely freezes in concentration during Yuta VS Geto fight scene and Megumi can't stop his giddy smiling

Calls Todo his 'son'

One day he calls out Megumi for having the same hair as that emo shadow kid and cackles hard to the point of tears

Mahito :

He's an anime youtuber

Has been requested for a reaction on Jjk multiple times so here he goes

Did no research so starts from movie 0 and he's completely clueless 😭

He's a Toji stan do i need to say more

Cheers for the bad guys because they're hot and even hypes them up sometimes

Has done Mei Mei cosplay

Gives manga spoilers to anime onlys mercilessly and has been canceled on twitter for the same

[writing-till-i-am-dead]

Jealousy Complicates Love - Fakiru oneshot

Fakir and Ahiru were in the middle of one of their usual fights. They were fighting over the best way to protect Mytho, Fakir shutting down every idea Ahiru shot his way. 

“You idiot. That would never work!” Fakir said, crossing his arms.

“Y-You don’t know that! It could work! And it’s better than anything you’re doing!”

He advanced into her, causing her to back away toward the doorway. 

“You’re just being foolish, as usual!” He exclaimed. 

“But Fakir-!”

“No!” He said, turning his head away. “Just keep collecting the heart shards and leave everything else to me.”

“But-!”

He cut her off by slamming the door. 

“Ughh!!” She stomped her feet in frustration. 

Fakir is such a jerk! He never listens to my ideas! 

She kicked a rock at the closed door and huffed. “Fine! I don’t need his help anyway!” She turned and stormed off toward the dance studio. 

As she entered, Pike and Lilie ran over. 

“Oh, Ahiru!” Lilie exclaimed with a big smile. “You seem so upset! Could it be perhaps you were coldly rejected by Fakir?”

“What-?” Ahiru says, confused. 

“Oh, stop Lilie! We don’t want to rub salt in the wound!” Pike cut in. 

“Guys! Seriously! That’s not what happened! I don’t like Fakir!”

“Yes, yes!” Lilie said, getting teary eyed. “You don’t need him, Ahiru!”

“Ugh, no! I never liked him! He’s too gloomy and he’s a total jerk who refuses to ever admit when he’s in the wrong!”

“But that bad boy aesthetic only adds to his appeal,” Pike said with a dreamy sigh. 

“I don’t know what you can find attractive about him,” Ahiru grumbled. 

“Mysterious bad boy,” Lilie said with a giddy smile. 

“Ugh… grosssssssss…” Ahiru said, sticking out her tongue. 

Mr. Cat clapped his paws together. “Ok, girls! Today we are conjoining with the boy class! Each of you will partner with a boy from there! Now, there is an uneven amount of boys and girls, meaning one of you girls… WILL HAVE TO MARRY ME-“

“Actually there’s more boys than girls,” Pike said quickly. 

“Oh…” Mr. Cat said, looking down before yowling in frustration. “Yes, well.. HMPH!” 

The boys began to file into the room. 

Ahiru looked over at Mytho and perked up. But he didn’t even glance at her and instead immediately went to Rue, the two grasping hands. 

“Aww..” Ahiru murmured sadly, looking down. 

Her and Fakir made eye contact but they both immediately turned away from each other with a huff. 

No way am I partnering with him! Ahiru thought.

One of the boys approached her. He had bean sprout colored hair and dark brown eyes. 

“Hello. Um.. can I partner with you?” He asked. He shot a nervous look at Mr. Cat. “I really don’t want to have to dance with Mr. Cat..”

“Oh, ya..” Ahiru said before chuckling. “I get it. I’m Ahiru!”

“Shinme!” He said, shaking her hand. 

Ahiru laughed. “And I thought my name was silly!”

“Ya, my friends call me that because of my hair color,” he said, laughing with her. 

The two chatted for a while before Ahiru glanced over at Fakir, a dark smile spreading across her face when she sees he had to partner with Mr. Cat. 

Haha! No one wants to partner with him! Serves that jerk right!

Fakir looked over at her and she quickly looked away, embarrassed at getting caught staring. 

The practice went on. Like Ahiru, Shinme was also the worst dancer in his class. So the two managed to laugh together at their mistakes and as practice ended, the two highfived. 

A group of kids giggled from afar. “Ahiru and Shinme are both screwups. Practically perfect for each other!” said one of the girls. 

“Aww! They’d actually be cute!” exclaimed Lilie.

Fakir looked up and faced toward Ahiru and Shinme across the room, his eyes narrowed. 

“This was fun, Shinme!” Ahiru said with a bright smile. 

“Ya! It was good to meet you, Ahiru! We should hang out someti-“

A dark shadow loomed over Ahiru that seemed to frighten Shinme, because he quickly quieted. 

Ahiru, confused, turned around to see who it was. 

“Oh,” she grumbled. “Fakir.”

“We need to talk..” he said to her before casting a glare to Shinme, who promptly bolted away. 

Ahiru puffed out her cheek and pouted. “Fakir.. what do you want?”

He looked around and gestured for her to follow him. 

She hesitated before sighing and went after him as they left the building and went outside near the edge of the forest.

“What do you want, Fakir?” she said, sniffing and attempting to remain aloof in the same vain as Fakir. 

“Ugh, look.. I’m sorry, ok!”

She blinked in surprise, freezing for a moment. “Oh.. wasn’t expecting that.”

He grumbled, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “Look, I know you’re just trying to help. And we need to find a.. common ground..”

Ahiru felt like she entered the Twilight Zone. Fakir was offering to actually work with her?

“Ya..” she said quietly, taking a step forward with a determined expression. “Ya! Common ground! We can’t do this without each other!”

He blushed slightly at her closeness and took a step back with a scowl. “Yes, well.. glad to know we have reached an understanding. We can figure out what we can do about Mytho’s heart tomorrow..”

“Ok.. sounds good!”

Before Fakir had a chance to walk off, Ahiru called out, “Wait!”

“Ugh. What is it now?”

“What.. changed your heart?”

“…What?”

“What gave you a change of heart? Usually you’re stubborn to the end. What made you decide to apologize?”

His eyes widened and he quickly averted his gaze, tapping his foot. 

“It’s.. I just merely realized arguing will get us no where!”

“Uh huh…”

“Don’t give me that look, girl! Just be grateful for the apology and move on!”

With that, he quickly stormed away. 

He was embarrassed. 

Embarrassed by the crimson blush overtaking his face. 

Embarrassed by the pounding in his heart.

Embarrassed by his jealousy of that sprout boy. The way he got along with that wretched girl. The way everyone said they could be cute together….

Fakir never felt this way when it came to Ahiru and Mytho. Because he knew they could never be. That it was impossible. But.. Ahiru and this boy..

His heart lynched and he stopped walking, leaning against a nearby wall. 

No… I need to stop thinking like this. Ahiru and me.. our chances are just as low as her and Mytho. I am a knight destined to die. She is a princess destined to become light. I must cease these foolish thoughts..

He stood up straight and took a deep breath. 

It’s not like there was ever even a chance that it could be possible. I am a knight. I must fight and protect.. this foolish ‘romance’ is just a distraction..

He looked over and saw a duck quickly waddling into the forest in a panic. He knew immediately it was Ahiru, something must’ve startled her. He considered following her, but then remembered he’d have to see her naked, so he decided against it. 

She.. is just a distraction..

Divider by @cafekitsune

[kiddoryder]

Angelic Friend

Hey guys! The season finale was SO good!! I love it so much!! Can’t wait for season 2! But this fanfic will take place before the finale.

Anyway, this story is about my new OC Pixie, who became friends with Charlie and the others but has a major secret.

So relax and enjoy the story!

Blitz and Sophie McKnight belong to @loli-momo1908

At 666 Lucifer Elementary School, Sonya was at her locker putting away her books. Liz came out in shadow form looking a bit annoyed.

Liz - “Why didn't you leave that boring class?”

Sonya - “Because I actually wanted to learn a new potion spell.”

Liz - *whining* “But that was boring!”

Sonya - *rolled her eyes* “You’re such a drama twin.”

Liz - *cross her arms* “Well you’re lucky it’s almost lunch time.”

As Sonya and Liz were walking to lunch, they heard some strange noises. They were sounding like somebody was being banged into lockers.

Liz - “What the hell was that?”

Sonya - “No idea. But let’s check it out. You know our curiosity.”

Liz - “Yeah, but unlike cats, it doesn't kill us.”

They followed the noises until they were down the hall. They were surprised to see a humanoid butterfly demon with black hair in a bob style, antennas, yellow glass eyes, big red and black wings along with the same color spiky dress, black gloves, with a gray belt, and brown boots. The butterfly was getting pushed around by 2 imp kids and a hellhound. Sonya and Liz looked disgusted as they witnessed the butterfly getting pushed around.

Butterfly - “Please leave me alone!”

Imp kid - “Not until you give us your lunch money.”

Butterfly - “No! It’s mine!”

Hellhound - “Heh. Why don’t we rip this freak wings off?”

Imp kid 2 - “Good idea!”

Just when they were about to grab the butterfly’s wings, they heard Sonya’s voice:

Sonya - *threateningly* “Hey! Leave her alone!”

The bullies turned and saw Sonya.

Imp kid - *smug* “Hey it’s the weirdo with the imaginary friend!”

Sonya - “Liz isn’t imaginary! She’s real!”

Hellhound kid - “Just get out here before we beat you next!”

Sonya - “Not until you leave the girl alone!”

Imp kid 2 - “Then I guess we are gonna have to bust you up!”

Sonya - “Alright. But can I just read something!”

Imp kid - *scoff* “What? Your will or your diary?”

Sonya - “No this! *take out a spellbook* somnum exterreri!”

At first, nothing happened. The bullies laughed at Sonya but still had that smile on her face. But then a few seconds, the bullies eyes turned purple and they fell on the ground screaming. Sonya smirks at this and went to the butterfly girl. She held out a hand to her:

Sonya - *softly* “You okay?”

Butterfly - *shyly* “Y-Yes. Umm…What did you do to those boys?”

Sonya - “I did a nightmare spell. They would be trap in their worst nightmare. Don’t worry, it only last a few hours.”

Butterfly - turn her head and rub her arm“Well…Thank you for saving me.”

Sonya - *smiles* “No problem. I can’t stand bullies. What’s your name by the way?”

“My name is Pixie.”

Sonya - “I’m Sonya Morningstar. This is my twin sister Liz.”

Liz - “Sup Shybug!”

Pixie - *uncomfortable* “Umm…It’s Pixie and how come you’re a shadow?”

Sonya - *chuckles* “My sister and I were born a Gemini: it’s considered very rare in Hell since it’s a pure earth star. We share the same body. Liz likes to give nicknames to people she meets.”

Liz - “It’s easier to remember than real names.”

Sonya - “Come on, We will show you around Hell.”

Pixie - “Um? What about school?”

Liz - *shrugs* “None of the teachers would care. They sometimes even let us go early if they don’t feel like teaching us anything.”

()()()()()()()()

As Sonya, Liz and Pixie were taking a walk on the street. As they were walking, Pixie was looking around and saw demons. They were either fighting, killing each other, stealing, etc. Pixie was feeling a bit uncomfortable seeing blood and guts and fire. She once again turned her head and rub her arm since it sometimes helps calm her down when she’s nervous.

Pixie - *uncomfortable* “Umm…Is this always like this?”

Sonya - “Yeah. But you get used to it.”

Liz - “What are ya? A sinner or hellborn?”

Pixie - “Oh! Um…I’m a sinner.”

Sonya - “Really? How long have you been here?”

Pixie - “A-A few days actually. I did some pretty bad stuff and I’m here. By myself.”

Sonya - *sympathetically* “Oh man really?”

Liz - *whispers* “Hey Sonya, tell her about the hotel.”

Sonya - *whispers* “Good idea! Hey Pixie, I know what place you can go to.”

Pixie - “Really?”

Sonya - *grabs her hand* “Yeah! Come on!”

()()()()()()()()

Sonya and Pixie ran until they made it in front of the Hazbin Hotel. Pixie’s eyes widened in surprise at how nice the hotel actually looked. Since the other buildings she had seen are either damaged, dirty, or run down.

Pixie - “What is this place?”

Sonya - “The Hazbin Hotel!”

Liz - “Our cuz Charlie owns it.”

Pixie - “Really?”

Sonya - “Yeah it’s super cool! I’ll show you.”

Sonya led Pixie inside and saw some egg bois covered in paint and getting chase by Niffty who is trying to clean them. Sir Pentious was trying a picture but was using the brush too hard. Angel was painting but was looking at Husk who just gave him the finger. Blitz and Sophie was also working on their painting as well. Charlie and Vaggie were also painting until Charlie noticed Sonya and Liz with Pixie.

Charlie - *happy* “Oh hey Sonya and Liz! *she hugs them* Oh! Who’s your little friend?”

Sonya - “This is Pixie. She’s new in Hell.”

Pixie - *shyly* “N-Nice to meet you.”

Charlie - *warmly* “Nice to meet you too. Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel: where sinners come to get redeem and go to heaven with the help from me! The Princess of Hell.”

Pixie - *shocked* “Princess of Hell?! *freaking out* Oh uh…N-Nice to meet you *curtsy* your princess-ness I-I mean your highness or umm…Royal lady person? No! That’s not good! Umm-“

Charlie - “Whoa! Take it easy. You can just call me Charlie.”

Pixie - *takes a deep breath* “R-Right. Charlie. Umm…So you redeem sinners here?”

Charlie - “Yep! I feel like it’s a better solution than the extermination.”

Pixie - “Extermination?”

Charlie - *surprised* “Oh my? You don’t know? Well for as long as I can remember: heaven sent these cruel awful exorcists that would come and kill a lot of sinners.”

Pixie - *horrfied* “That's so horrible!”

Charlie - *determinated* “But this hotel is going to change that! It will show heaven that everybody deserves a second chance.”

Pixie still looked scared and nervous. Especially hearing about the extermination. Sonya noticed this and said:

Sonya - “Umm…Cousin Charlie, why don’t we show what we are doing now?”

Charlie - “Good idea! *sweetly* Pixie, do you like to draw and paint?”

Pixie - *slowly nods* “I love drawing.”

Charlie - “Come I’ll introduce you to the others. *points to Vaggie* This is my girlfriend Vaggie.”

Pixie - *shyly held out her hand* “Nice to meet you.”

Vaggie - *smiles* “Nice to meet you too. You have very nice wings.”

Pixie - *smiles* “Thanks.”

Charlie - “These are also our guests. The first one is Angel Dust.”

Angel - “Hey kid. I really like your dress. It remind of that bitch Velvette once wore for some fashion shit.”

Pixie - “Oh you’re into fashion too?”

Angel - *nods* “Yep. I’m a drag queen, a sexy one at that. And I also love to suck-“

Sonya - *mad* “Angel! Nobody wants to hear that!”

Angel - *chuckles* “Popsicles! I wasn’t gonna say anything dirty.”

Pixie - *to Charlie* “What does he mean?”

Charlie - *nervously chuckles* “It’s nothing. Our other guest is Sir Pentious.”

Sir Pentious - “Greetings little butterfly! I’m the great Sir Pentious who will

Someday show off his amazing inventions in hell!”

Vaggie - *stern* “Pentious, what have we discuss before?”

Sir Pentious - *sighs* “No building weapons in the hotel.”

Charlie - “And this is Blitz and Sophie McKnight.”

Sophie - “Hi! I really like your wings! I have wings too.”

Pixie - *chuckles* “I can see that. They are really nice.”

Blitz - “It’s nice to meet you Pixie. I’m Sophie’s older brother.”

Pixie - “It’s really nice to meet you.”

Charlie - “And this is Husk. He’s the bartender.”

Pixie - “O-Oh but I’m too young to drink…”

Husk - “Relax kid, I don't serve drinks to kids. Unless they want to, I mean I can see the weird boy drinking at 13.”

Sonya - *annoyed* “I’m a girl Husk.”

Husk - *shrugs* “Whatever.”

Charlie - “Umm…This is Niffty who is the housekeeper. We are mostly sure that she’s is 80% harmless.”

Niffty - “Hi! Your wings remind me of all the bugs I kill! *sees one* oooh that one deserves some stabs!!”

Charlie - *chuckles nervously* “Why don’t we draw some pictures?”

()()()()()()()()()

Sonya and Pixie were painting some pictures. Then Pixie finished and said:

Pixie - “Is this good?”

She nervously showed everybody her painting. The painting was pictures of a field with flowers. Everybody stared at it in awe.

Charlie - *amaze* “Wow Pixie! That is amazing!”

Pixie - *shyly turn away and rubs her arm* “Thank you. I-I always like to draw and paint.”

Angel - “So wait if you like sunshine and flowers, how the fuck did you end up here?”

Pixie - “Oh! Umm…I actually hurt animals…Found them annoying. Especially Butterflies. I died when I-I got hit by a car after I pushed a cat.”

Sophie - *shocked* “You hurt animals?! But they are so cute.”

Pixie - “I didn’t think so.”

Charlie - “Well Pixie, I get the feeling you need the hotel to help you change your ways.”

Pixie - *surprised* “You want me to stay?”

Charlie - “Of course! The hotel is about second chances and I can tell you deserve one.”

Vaggie - “Wait, Pixie are you by yourself?”

Pixie - *nod* “Yes. I don’t have my parents with me.”

Charlie - *sympathetic* “Aww…Well don’t worry, we promise to protect and take care of you.”

()()()()()()()()

Outside in the hotel, Charlie, Vaggie, Blitz were outside while Pixie and Sonya were playing tag with Sophie. However, as they were playing, Sophie wasn’t watching where she was going and tripped and fell on the ground.

Blitz - *worried* “Sophie!”

Sophie whimpered and had tears in her eyes. There was a cut on her knee and it was bleeding.

Sophie - *whimpers* “It hurts..”

Just before Blitz can do his healing power, Pixie steps up and gently puts her hand on Sophie’s wound. She closed her eyes and her hand began to glow and the wound was gone. The others were amazed by Pixie's powers. However, Pixie began to wince as Sophie’s wound was now on her knee.

Sonya - “What the heck happened? How did you do that?”

Pixie - *wince* “It’s part o-of my curse. I-I can heal but get the pain.”

Charlie - *sympathetic* “Oh you poor thing. I’ll get you a bandage.”

Sophie - “I’ll help!”

Charlie - *chuckles* “Okay my little nurse.”

Charlie got the first aid kit and Sophie helped her with Pixie’s wound. Then Pixie has an apple design bandage.

Pixie - “Thank you.”

Sophie - *holding her hand* “Come on Pixie, for being a good patient, you get a treat!”

As Sophie led Pixie inside with Sonya following, Vaggie and Blitz looked a bit suspicious of Pixie.

Vaggie - “Charlie, don’t you think that was a bit strange?”

Charlie - *confused*“ What do you mean?”

Vaggie - “She was able to heal Sophie’s wounds.”

Charlie - “But Blitz does that all the time.”

Blitz - “Yeah but that’s different. I’m a hellborn demon. Pixie is a sinner.”

Vaggie - “Don’t you think it’s strange for a sinner to have healing powers?”

Charlie - “Yeah but remember something: she has a curse as well. So whenever she does heal somebody, she gets their injuries as well.”

Vaggie - “Yeah that’s true.”

Blitz - “But I find it strange that what caused her to go to hell was hurting animals. It's usually something more than that.”

Charlie - “I know but she still ended up here alone. The hotel purpose is for second chances and Pixie really deserves it. Plus she looks scared and nervous when we first saw her. Hell can be scary especially for kids.”

Vaggie - *sighs* “Yeah your right Charlie. I just don’t want anything bad to happened.”

Blitz - “Maybe we should still keep an eye on her just in case.”

()()()()()()()()

Over the next few days, Sonya and Liz have been hanging out with Pixie. Spending time with Sonya, Liz, Charlie, and the others actually been helping Pixie as well. She grew less nervous and more open of her feelings and having fun. Even though Vaggie and Blitz kept an eye on Pixie, they thought nothing of her seeing she caused no harm at all.

One day, Pixie and Sonya were playing volleyball at school. Sonya hit the ball and the opponent jumped high and hit the ball with great force. But then Pixie flew and also hit the ball with such great force that the ball hit the other player and got sunk into the ground.

Pixie - “Whoo! We won!”

Sonya - “Awesome job Pixie!”

Liz - “Yeah Shybug! You hit that ball like I would!”

Pixie - *giggled* “Well I did learn from the best.”

Liz - “Oh yeah that’s true. I actually taught her that move.”

Pixie - “Oh! I made you guys something.”

Pixie took out two friendship bracelets. One was a blue one that had a blue heart for Liz, and a yellow one with a yellow heart for Sonya. Both Sonya and Liz looked so touched at this.

Sonya - *touched* “Aw thanks Pixie! It’s so sweet! Oh! Here’s something for you!”

Sonya took out her magic book and said: “Holinua!” And then a pink friendship bracelet with a butterfly came.

Sonya - “I made it pink since it’s your favorite color.”

Pixie - *squeal* “Thank you! I’m gonna change.”

Pixie went to the locker room to change. Song and Liz were looking at their friendship bracelet that Pixie made them. They never really had anything like this.

Sonya - “Pixie is so sweet.”

Liz - “Yeah. She kind of reminds me of Cuz.”

Sonya - “Now that she’s comfortable around us, you think she's ready to meet Rimfire, Raina and Frostbite?”

Liz - “Yeah. I think they will like her.”

Sonya - *noticed something* “Hey Pixie dropped her gloves. *picks it up* better give it back to her.”

Sonya and Liz went to the locker room to look for Pixie. However, they noticed a glowing light. Curious about it, they followed the light, and their eyes widen in shock:

Pixie was in angelic form.

Her skin and new gloves were now white as snow. Her wings and hair are sky blue with white on them. Her dress was blue with yellow swirl designs. Her leggings were white with pink hearts on them, with black Mary Jane shoes and eyes were white even having a halo above her head.

Sonya - *shocked* “P-Pixie…”

Pixie turned around and saw Sonya and Liz with shocked looks on her face.

Pixie - *yelps* “Sonya! Liz! I didn’t know you came-“

Sonya - “You…You were an angel all this time!”

Pixie - *nervous* “No! No! It not like that I-“

Liz - *mad* “You lied to us! Did our friendship mean nothing to you?!”

Pixie - “No no! It did! I really do consider you guys my first real friends! I just…”

Sonya - *sadly* “Oh Pixie…Why?”

Pixie took a deep breath and began to sing:

I know I shouldn’t of have lied

I should of told you the truth on

How I really did died:

The whole hating animals was an

act. I actually do love them all especially

butterflies. One day I saw a cat from afar and sacrificed my life so it wouldn’t be hit by that car.

Even though heaven became my new home, I still felt uncomfortable, shy and alone. I kept hearing how bad hell was so I wanted to see with my own eyes. So I use my powers to see the place where the bad people had died.

At first I was scared, but after meeting you guys and the princess of hell, I actually felt more at ease. This place isn’t actually sad in fact: Hell isn’t as bad.

Sonya - *singing* Hell isn’t as bad but hey what place is perfect? Meeting you made me glad.

Liz - *singing* You accept us for who we are. Not a lot of people do. I used to think Angels were nothing but stuck up bitches but meeting you changed that. You can even see that He’ll isn’t as bad.

Pixie - *singing* “I’m sorry that I lied. But what will your cousin say? What if she gets angry and turns me away?

Sonya - *singing* “You shouldn’t worry because she’s not like that. Because she will now know that you think Hell isn’t as bad.

Liz - *singing* “Our Cuz is forgiving. She’s all about forgiving. She believes in second chances and won’t give you neglectful glances. It will make her happy when she hears how an angel doesn’t think Hell isn’t as bad.”

All three - *singing* “Hell isn’t as bad since meeting each other made us all glad! It shouldn’t matter if you’re a demon or an angel, you can still be friends and care about each other and see places like Hell isn’t as bad!

All three of them stop singing and giggle.

Pixie - “I’m still sorry for lying.”

Sonya - *chuckles* “It’s okay. I know it’s hard to reveal something huge like this.”

Liz - “Yeah. But you’re still cool for an Angel.”

Unknowingly to them, outside the window were two exorcist angels watching them.

Exorcist 1 - “There’s the missing angel!”

Exorcist 2 - “Looks like the demon was keeping her hostage this whole time.”

Exorcist 1 - “Should we report this to Adam?”

Exorcist 2 - “Not yet. We will take care of it first.”

()()()()()()()()()

Sonya, Liz and Pixie were outside of the hotel. Pixie was still feeling a bit unsure.

Pixie - *nervous and rubs her arm “Ooh I don’t know about this. What if your cousin gets mad at me?”

Liz - “Hey, like we told you before: our Cuz is all about second chances.”

Sonya - “She will be a bit surprised, but will understand.”

“Found you!”

They turned around and saw the two Exorcist Angels.

Pixie - *horrified* “The Exorcists!”

Sonya - *shocked* “How the hell they get here?!”

Excorist 1 - “We noticed an little angel girl was missing and saw that she was in hell.”

Excorist 2 - “That when we saw her with you and realized you kidnap her! We are taking her back home.”

Sonya - “No! She’s staying here.”

Exorcist 1 - *chuckles* “Suit yourself, demon. Will fun to have a practice for the extermination.”

Sonya - “Stay back Pixie! We got this!”

Sonya took out her magic spell book and began to say our spells like fire, water, ice, etc. While they took effect, it wasn’t powerful enough to stop the Exorcists. Then one of the Exorcists burnt Sonya’s book to ashes. Just when Sonya was about to prick out her finger to let out Liz, she felt a shock collar around her neck and was lifted up in the air. She saw one of the Exorcists was using a pole connected to an angelic shock collar. Pixie was horrified by this and tried to stop it but was held back by one of the Exorcists.

Inside the hotel, the others were actually discussing plans for the next activity. But they were hearing noises outside.

Husk - *annoyed* “Princess can you tell who ever making the fucking noises to shut the hell up!?”

Charlie - “Calm down Husk. It probably some demons fighting in front of the hotel again.”

When Charlie moved the curtain windows her eyes widened in horror: her baby cousin was in danger by the Excorists!

Sonya tried to pull the shock collar away from her neck. It almost worked but the other Exorcist use the collar around her arms that caused her even more pain and started screaming.

Exorcist 1 - “Look like we got a new test dummy!”

Pixie - *horrified* “NO! STOP!!”

All of a sudden, the window broke and Charlie in her demonic form effortly broke the poles in half like they were toothpicks. Sonya was free, but almost fell to the ground but was caught by Angel Dust who carried her in his arms.

Charlie - *demonic and threateningly* “Touch my baby cousin again, and I’ll tear you two apart, put the pieces back together to make ugly ragdoll!”

Exorcist 1 - *shocked* “What?!”

Exorcist 2 - “What the fuck?!”

Charlie - *furious* “You heard me dipshits! The demon you were hurting is the niece of Lucifer and I don’t think he would be happy to hear heaven break their deal on hurting a hellborn!”

Exorcist 2 - *shocked* “Oh shit! We are so dead!”

Just when Charlie was about to rip those two apart, Pixie said;

Pixie - “Charlie stop!”

Charlie turned and saw Pixie as an angel. This shocked Charlie seeing an angel that wasn’t an exorcist in Hell.

Charlie - *calming down* “Pixie?”

Pixie - “Please don’t fight! It’s all my fault I just wanted to see what Hell is like. *to the Exorcists* I’ll go back to heaven. Please just don’t hurt them anymore.”

The Exorcists opened the portal to heaven. Charlie said:

Charlie - “Wait Pixie!”

Pixie - *regretfully* “Tell Sonya that’s I’m sorry.”

Charlie - “Wait!”

But it was too late. Pixie flew up in heaven along with the two Exorcists. The portal closed and Charlie looked really sad. Then Angel said:

Angel - *concerned* “Charlie. Your cousin doesn’t look too good.”

Charlie turned and saw her baby cousin unconscious in Angel’s arms. She had bruises and burnt marks on her. Even Liz looked worried and scared for her sister.

Charlie - “We gotta call her parents now!”

()()()()()()()()

Sonya moans a bit and she opened her eyes halfway. Sonya saw she was in her hotel room and in bed covered with a blanket. She felt a bit dizzy and then her eyes widen as she remembered something:

Sonya - *loud raspy* “PIXIE!”

Then Sonya began to cough as Liz came out in her shadow form.

Liz - “Oh thank Uncle Lucifer you’re okay! But take it easy sunshine you’re burnt out.”

The shout out had Charlie, Sonya and Liz’s parents Azarel, and Zella rushing in. They were relief to see that Sonya was okay.

Charlie - “Thank Dad you’re okay. We were so worried about you.”

Zella - But you shouldn’t of speak as your throat is still weak”

Sonya - *winces* “What happened?”

Azarel - “Those evil Exorcists came and hurt you. Charlie came to save you. *darkly* Those bastards were lucky I wasn’t there cause I would have torn them limb from limb!”

Charlie - *nervously chuckles* “Take it easy Uncle Azarel.”

Liz - “You were out for a couple of hours. But Mom patched you up.”

Sonya then noticed some had a couple of bandages on her, and her throat was wrapped in gauze bandage as well. Even saw that she was in her pajamas.

Zella - “Your father and I will stay here for a few days.”

Sonya - “But what about Pixie?”

Charlie, Liz, Azarel and Zella all looked at each other with unease. They didn’t know how to break it to Sonya. Especially with the injuries she had suffered.

Charlie - *sighs* “Sweetheart, Pixie had to go back to heaven.”

Sonya - *shocked* “What?”

Liz - *sad* “It’s true. She had to go back home.”

Zella - “She didn’t want an ugly fight so she went back to the heaven lights.”

Sonya was shocked and devastated. Her friend had to go back home. Even though Pixie was Angel, she still didn’t deserve to go back home by force. Sonya looked at her friendship bracelet Pixie made her, lied back down on her bed, turned to her side, and silently began to cry. Liz noticed and gave her a hug to comfort her. Charlie, Azarel and Zella felt sorry for her and Azarel said:

Azarel - *comforting* “Oh it’s okay sweetie. I know it hurts that Pixie had to leave but it’s not as bad.”

Sonya - *whimpers* “H-How you know?”

Zella - “Your father is right honey, there sometimes people stay and then they have to go away. But it’s not always forever.”

Charlie - “Yeah! Maybe there’s a chance that Pixie can come back. And you can always remember the good times you had together.”

Sonya - *smiles a bit* “That’s true. *to her parents* Are you guys upset that she was an angel?”

Azarel - “Nah you can be friends with whoever you want. As long as they aren't sickos.”

Zella - “What matters is that she makes you happy. Now you need some rest so you can feel less crappy.”

Zella gently push Sonya down on her bed and tuck her in. Gave her a kiss on the forehead and left the room. Azarel said:

Azarel - “We will be the room across yours in case you need us.”

Azarel and Zella left the room to go to their hotel room. Charlie then said to Sonya:

Charlie - “I’m glad you’re okay. But I’m sure you will see Pixie again. The actions she pulled is proof that your friendship is genuine.”

Charlie gently gave her baby cousin a hug and left the room. Sonya looked at her friendship bracelet and smiled at it.

Liz - “Cuz is right. Shybug actually did care because she tried to stop the right and didn’t act like a snob toward demons.”

Sonya - *smiles* “Yeah. I’m sure we will see her again.”

Sonya took off her bracelet and put it under her bed.

Sonya - “See you soon Pixie.”

Sonya smiled and fell asleep. Hoping that someday she will see her angelic friend

Hope you all like it!

[thrxughthenxght]

Hard to See the Stars

Prompt: Rivals to Lovers

Words: 2695

CW: Smoking, referenced violence.

Wesper Pretty in Pink AU (slightly altered) one shot for day 3 of Wesper Week (@wesperweek2023)! Enjoy!

Jesper was quick to mock the upper rings of their school. The Ketterdam area was full of run down houses, repair shops, and cheap bars on one side. The other side was filled with wealthy businesses and warehouses, the neighbourhoods large and pristine and full of the biggest assholes Jesper had ever met. Their school was a nice mixture of people who lived paycheck to paycheck and kids who skipped to go to the mall in their daddy’s shiny car.

He despised one kid in particular, Wylan Van Eck. Kaz insisted that his relations with him were simply “business”, “business” being pranking the school and swiping money from irresponsible wealthy buisness men, but he suspected Kaz was actually fond of him. He didn’t need Wylan often, and he spent most of his time brooding through the hallways with Inej as his shadow. Matthias was always hanging around Nina, who was the most tolerable bourgeoisie in their school. Inej lurked around town collecting everyone’s secrets, Jesper was found in the dark corners of bars when he wasn’t on his farm, and Kaz kept to himself in his family’s old apartment with nothing but a cane and vendetta against a man names Pekka Rollins, the lower class of the upper class but still wealthier than he had any right to be.

Matthias was on the football team but he spent most of his days double checking they hadn’t changed the fitness requirements for the military while working in a car repair shop. Nina actually did work, and Jesper occasionally shared a shift with her at a small bookstore. He didn’t read much, but the library owner was a family friend and he had nothing better to do to keep him away from cards and dumb bets under the bleachers at games. At this library that he had little interest in, he went from loathing Wylan Van Eck to utterly head over heels for him.

He came in one day, it was summer and it was scorching out. The town smelled like gasoline and greasy bar food. The little bell above the door jingled and Jesper couldn’t help but laugh. They were in an old part of town in need of restoration, and Wylan was dressed in one of the most expensive brands of clothing he had ever seen. He had on a plain shirt, a jacket, to Jesper’s utter disbelief, and jeans. He couldn’t get a good look at his shoes over the counter, but he was sure those were expensive as well.

Wylan glared at him when he laughed, and Jesper covered his mouth in an attempt to compose himself. He lowered it when his smile was more controlled, and Wylan hadn’t budged from the doorway. “What’re the likes of you doing in this part of town, Van Eck?”

He raised an eyebrow, though the tips of his ears turned rosy. “I can’t walk around my own town?”

“This isn’t your town,” he jumped over the counter and Wylan stood up straighter as he approached him. His breath was minty and his gaze was firm. Jesper was surprised by his spine. “It’s mine. Ours. You live,” he cocked his head backwards, “Up there.” He swallowed, but his lips remained in a firm line until Jesper broke the silence. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to scare away customers, Fahey.”

“You’re here to buy a book?

“Maybe.”

He narrowed his eyes, a light smirk on his face. “What are you actually here for?”

Wylan cast his gaze downwards to the stained, in need of vacuuming, blue carpet under them. “I'm lost,” he mumbled.

Jesper pressed a finger to the back of his ear. “Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

Wylan scowled and looked up. “You heard me.”

“You’re lost?”

“Yes?”

“Have you ever heard of a map?”

He rolled his eyes. “Who carries a map?”

“Fair enough,” he sighed, looking out the store front window. “Where do you need to be?”

“You’re going to help me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

He sighed and shouldered the backpack on his shoulders. “Kaz’s apartment. I have some stuff to drop off.”

He groaned. “Of course.” Wylan looked perplexed, but Jesper didn’t pay him any mind as he checked his watch, then flipped the sign on the store window to closed. “Let’s go, kid.”

He followed Jesper to the door. “I’m not a kid.”

“You’re pretty small.”

He grumbled, “You’re just tall.” And the bell dinged softly above them.

He came in the store the week after, this time actually in search of a book. Jesper came out of the back room and saw him at one of the shelves. He whistled, and Wylan whirled around. “You dressed down.”

His shoes were clearly very used, though still a nice brand. If people knew him he might have been able to pass them as stolen. He wore a white shirt and plain jeans, the only identifiers of where he was from were his demeanour and lack of reputation and or grime. He rolled his eyes. “I thought maybe it would get me through without getting stared at.”

“Did it work?”

“Mostly.”

“Well,” Jesper leaned on the counter, propping his hand in his palm. “I guess you’re too pretty for around here.” Wylan flushed, and he smirked in response. He liked it when Wylan offered him a little smile and blush, whether it be in the hallway at school or from the back of their maths classroom. “Then again, I live here and I mean,” He stepped back and spun around. “Look at me.”

Wylan laughed gently, and Jesper came around the counter again. “What are you looking for this time? I don’t see a backpack for Kaz.”

“Oh,” he said, glancing at the shelves. “Music books. Do you have any?”

Jesper raised an eyebrow, but motioned for him to follow him across a few rows and down a dark, dusty isle. “What do you play?” He asked, stepping back and crossing his arms as Wylan scanned them.

He didn’t look at him and his voice was small. “Flute. Some piano.”

He smiled. “Sounds nice.”

His eyes were wide when he looked at him. “You mean it?”

“Yeah, now hurry up so I can close the store.”

He smiled and nodded. “There it is.”

“There’s what?”

“You were being way too nice to me.”

Jesper rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t push your luck if I were you, Van Eck.”

He could hear his smile. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Wylan exclaimed over a few books on the lower shelves, claiming they were the editions he was looking for and that they didn’t have the copies in a bookstore on his side of town. Jesper rang him up with a smile, shockingly happy to indulge in Wylan’s rambling. He thought the two of them would bore each other to death, but on their walk to Kaz’s place last week and the brief conversation they had in the hall at school to now, he liked talking to him. It was a terrifying thought. He had a reputation to maintain.

Wylan left the shop. After, Jesper found himself watching him disappear down the side walk through the glass door. Part of him hoped he hadn’t had to close.

“This better be- holy shit,” Jesper exclaimed, seeing Wylan climb in the passenger side of the car. His face was an utter wreck. He shifted and leaned over to get a better look at him even when he tried to turn away. It was dark out but the street lamp a few feet ahead of the car illuminated him enough for Jesper to see it was bad. There were spots of brown and purple and blue on his face, and he saw an ugly splatter of green blooming on his wrist. “What happened to you?”

“A couple hours ago,” he said, placing a hand on his arm and turning his head fully. He wasn’t even pretending to look out the window. “Some guys from Connie’s-” Jesper scoffed. Connie’s was a trashy body shop on the edge of his neighbourhood and the owner annoyed the shit out of him and his Da. “Saw me walking down the road. I was wearing, well,” he pulled on his nice, expensive sweater. “You know.”

“And they jumped you?” He asked, appalled. He nodded mutely. Jesper muttered a few unkind things under his breath. He glanced in the rearview mirror. A few people were out, stumbling out of bars or running from shop to shop to pick up their friends. Cars with rust and old tires packed with people drove by, blasting music. He looked over, and shifted again so his elbow rested on the centre consul. “Wylan, look at me.”

He looked over, hesitantly, but he didn’t turn. By his wide eyes he seemed more surprised that Jesper had called him by his name than by his actual request. When he was silent for another five seconds, Jesper reached over, placing two fingers on the far side of his face, careful not to brush a bruise. He turned him gently, and he saw in the shit light in front of them that the tip of ears turned a little rosy after a few seconds of Jesper inspecting his injuries. “I’ll take you home-”

“No,” he protested, bolting upright. His hand fell from his face, his shoulders rolling back a little in surprise. “Sorry,” he said quickly, holding out a hand to reassure him. “I just…” he scoffed, “My dad won’t be happy with me.”

“Oh,” Jesper said, leaning back in his seat and looking out the windshield. He looked again to watch Wylan picking at the skin around his nails. “They took your money??”

He nodded solemnly. “I hardly get any at all.” Jesper raised an eyebrow, and Wylan scoffed and smiled with no humour. “I know, but he doesn’t give me pocket money or anything. I barely leave the house except to go see Kaz or Nina.” He looked up at him. “And you now, I guess.”

His heart thumped loudly. “Careful, merchling. I don’t want us to get mistaken for friends.”

He smiled. “Of course not.”

Jesper could feel the warmth in his chest and he tried to force it away because he would not have a crush on Wylan Van Eck. It wasn’t that Wylan himself wasn’t crush worthy, but there’s no way in hell he would settle with someone from that part of town, it was just too different, too much pressure. The people they surrounded themselves with were at odds, and that made them at odds too. That being said, they had been spending a lot of time together, and he wasn’t ready to throw that away.

“I’ll take you to my house,” he said, punching the turn signal and pulling the stick.

Wylan stared at him. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” he said, looking in the rearview when someone honked and waved at him. He turned down a side road to stay out of Saturday night party traffic. “I don’t care, as long as you don’t mind sleeping on a raggedy mattress.”

“I’m sure it’s not that raggedy,” he said, smirking gently and leaning back.

“Are you saying I exaggerate, Van Eck?”

“I would never.”

The street lights guided them all the way back to his house. Wylan exclaimed that he didn’t know Jesper lived so far outside town, and when he saw the house, and further started to ramble about Jesper having a farm. He parked with a smile. “Maybe I took you out here to kill you.”

“Oh, you finally snapped,” he said, shrugging as he opened the door. “Got it.”

He snorted, climbing out as well and locking the doors behind him. No matter how far outside town he lived, he tried to be careful with his Da’s things. He leaned on the hood, sliding up to sit on it and pulling a cigarette out of the pack in his jacket pocket. Wylan watched him thoughtfully, and he patted the space of the hood next to him. If Jesper couldn’t see him so well under the moonlight he wouldn’t have noticed the pink on his cheek as he slid flush next to Jesper. He smirked and held out the cigarette. Wylan eyed it for a minute, the blue of them darker in the nighttime, and he finally reached out and held it carefully between his fingers. He brought it to his lips and took a drag, coughing slightly but taking a few more drags before holding his hand back out.

“I’m surprised,” Jesper said, taking it back.

His sleeve hovered over his mouth. “By what?”

“I thought you’d be coughing and hacking.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ve had them before. Not very often though.” He wrinkled his nose. “I wish they tasted better.”

He barked out a laugh. “Yeah, me too.”

Wylan tucked his legs up to his chest, declining the cigarette the next time Jesper offered it. He shrugged and leaned back against the windshield, pinching it out and putting it in his pocket to throw away later. He’d make sure the pocket was clean when he washed it later. He looked over at Wylan, who stared at a cricket on the ground with an absence in his eyes. He nudged his side, and his head snapped over to him. He jutted his chin up, and Wylan looked into the night. He watched the realisation flicker across his face, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“I don’t know why the stars are so,” he waved a hand out in front of him, and Wylan looked down at him as he spoke, “bright here, but I like to come out here and look sometimes. I’m not too good at constellations,” Wylan smiled, “But I can find the basic ones. It’s a good way to pass time.”

He nodded, looking up again. “It’s because there’s light pollution in town,” he said. “It’s not as bad as cities but,” he shrugged, “All the businesses and people packed into small apartments and houses where you, and then the big houses where I am.” He sighed. “It makes it hard to see the stars.”

He nodded, and Wylan looked back down at him again. Jesper lied on his back, and one hand supported the back of his head, the other resting on his stomach. Wylan sat just in front of the bent arm, his side against Jesper’s stomach. He cleared his throat, and when he spoke his voice was so quiet the crickets almost drowned him out. “Jesper?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

He opened his mouth to say, you’re welcome, to stay that of course he would come get Wylan when he called. The words left him when Wylan shifted up on his hands, turning so he was over Jesper, and then leaned down to kiss him. He thought, just for a moment, that he had thought to himself many times that he shouldn’t be with Wylan, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. If there was anything he was good at, it was making mistakes.

So he pulled him down to him, letting him kiss the ideas of their town away. Class didn’t separate them when they were right next to each other, pulled together and alone. Wylan shifted on top of him and Jesper loosened his hand, letting it fall to his side as Wylan pushed himself on his arms away from him, pink in the cheeks and sparkles in his eyes. Jesper breathed out slowly, realising Wylan had caught his hand when it fell and now rested in the grip of his wrist. He was glad it was dark and hard to see him flush and swallow.

“Wylan?” He whispered into the dark.

“Yeah?”

“Go out with me?”

They both started to smile. “Okay.”

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Anti-Hero: Chapter 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: After being experimented on as a young child and given abilities, Daniela has become a highly skilled member of the Avengers, and has even been assigned to mentor Peter Parker. Little does she know that the happiness she’s been able to find will become threatened by the very people who started her on her path long ago.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 4,877

Notes: Let me know what you guys think! I know it's still a little slow, but the following chapters are where the story starts to take hold, thanks for being patient!

Anti-Hero Prologue

PRESENT DAY

It was like any other Friday afternoon, except that the entire team was gathered at the newly appointed SHEILD Headquarters, debriefing the director, Nick Fury, about their latest mission. Normally, the whole team wouldn't be there, but Nick called in the cavalry, clearly he had something on his mind. Once Nick had been briefed on Natasha's latest mission, he looked around the room, and changed topics.

“Alright,” Nick sighs lightly then continues, “let’s get to why I really called you all here; I want to talk more about Parker.”

All eyes turn to Daniela, who visibly rolled her eyes while leaning back in her chair, “Sir, I told you last week that he’s doin’ good,” she shrugs, “he’s a noncombatant right now, ya know. I help him write papers for his classes mostly. Sometimes I help his Aunt May too."

“And how’s that, going?” Nick asks.

Daniela smirks lightly, “About as expected, he’s 18 and driving me insane, but he’s smart as hell and his Aunt is one of the nicest people I've ever met. So I guess I could imagine a worse way to spend my time.”

Nick nods and crosses his arms, “Are you regretting becoming his mentor?”

She shrugs, “Well, I was actually ordered to by Stark,” Tony rolls his eyes and she chuckles, “and was told if he was given to Barnes or Wilson, he’d be miserable. I’m supposedly nicer,” she smiles sweetly up at Nick, proud of her slight dig at the two men.

“It’s like you think I’m not here, Velikov,” Bucky rolls his eyes then turns from next to her and kicks her shin lightly, making her glare back, “I’m not that bad. Sam is though.”

“I heard that,” Sam said scowling at Bucky from across the table and then turns his eyes to Daniela, “and since when are you nice?”

“Alright,” Nick interrupts before anyone can say anything else, “I just wanted to get a base line for how he was doing," he uncrosses his arms and puts his hands behind his back, "I’ll leave it to Stark and Rogers to tell you when to start training him for active duty. Remember, I need you to give him your full attention.”

Nick Fury. Director of SHIELD. Mr. No-Fun-Ever. He was constantly reminding Daniela that the future was up to her, that she was going to someday lead the team, and if she fucked up even a little bit, everyone was doomed, but no pressure or anything. Now, she has this tiny little spider following her around everywhere, sorta like a puppy. Peter is an amazing kid, and she would fight dragons for him, but he was still somewhat of a shadow, and shadows can get annoying.

Daniela sighs lowly and nods, “Yes, sir.”

Nick looks around the table, “Alright then, that’s all I needed, you guys are free to go," he walks out of the room as everyone else stands from their chairs. Tony walks out quickly, before anyone else, after Nick, calling his name, causing the director to turn around and greet him. They pause in the hallway briefly, Tony doing most of the talking, then they both continue down the hall.

Daniela raises an eyebrow at the two men, but doesn't get much time to process it when she hears Steve call her name, “Velikov," she turns her eyes to him and he continues, "go get the kid, we’ll wait on the jet.”

She nods and heads for the door, “Can do, sir.”

Since Peter wasn’t active duty currently, he wasn’t allowed to be in briefings or meetings, so she had to find a place for him to sit tight. Daniela walks out of the conference room and makes her way to the nearest break room, where she told Peter to wait. She figured there he would be out of the way and wouldn’t cause any trouble. As she walks down the hallways of SHIELD headquarters, she says hello to passing agents, some new, some she’s known for years. Every agent she passed seemed the same, wearing all black, gun on their hip, slightly cold, but still willing to say a small passing greeting. These hallways use to feel like home to her, some days she missed them, back when she didn't have as many responsibilities and less people looking to her for guidance. Back then she worked alone, didn't really know much about the rest of the team, although she did know Fitz and Simmons pretty well. Now that she's an Avenger, she's only been on a handful of solo missions, most of the time she gets paired with Natasha or Clint. She use to hate having to work with someone else, but now, she welcomed the extra help, and was starting to like the company.

Once she makes her way to the break room, she opens the door, finding it surprisingly empty, except for one lonely face— near the floor in front of the vending machine, “Parker,” she crosses her arms, trying to hold back a laugh, as she walks up to him, "I leave you alone for what, 15 minutes, and this is what happens?”

Currently, Peter's sitting on the floor, his legs tucked up underneath him, and his side flush with the front of the machine. He was also quietly talking to himself, what he was saying, Daniela couldn't exactly hear. However, once Peter heard her voice he looked up at her, and his cheeks started to turn a slight pink.

"Oh, Daniela,” Peter twists his head a bit more to look up at her, “um, this is awkward isn't it?”

She wasn’t sure how this happened, but Peter Parker— the so called Spider-Man— appeared to have his arm stuck in the vending machine. He was trying desperately to reach a bag of Doritos that were currently lodged between the glass and the spiral shelving. This is what Daniela meant by "the shadow can get annoying," Sam or Natasha having to deal with this crap. Over the past month, Daniela's helped Peter out of countless situations, but this one took the cake as the stupidest thing he's done. Before this, the worst thing she'd seen him do was eat cheese whiz straight from a can, which she put a stop to immediately.

"Yeah, for you,” she smirks and takes out her phone, "I'm sending this to the guys, they’ll love it."

"Oh my God, please don't," he half laughs while trying to get his arm free, “just, hand me my web shooter,” he nods to his backpack that was on a nearby table, "please? I can't reach it.”

Daniela rolls her eyes, still trying to figure out what made him think putting his hand in the machine in the first place was a good idea. She was definitely gonna have to teach him more about common sense when they got home. She takes a quick photo, knowing it'd come in handy later as blackmail, and puts her phone back in her pocket, "Just get your arm outta there,” she rolls her eyes, "wheels up in 10.”

He bit his lip nervously, “Um, it might be stuck…” he trails off looking away from her shyly, “any chance you could help me, Sarg?”

"Oh my God,” she shakes her head and runs a hand through her long auburn hair, “of all the things I could be doing, Tony makes me your babysitter.”

Peter glares up at her from the floor, “You’re my mentor, Dani, not my babysitter,” he tries to pull his arm out again, but is unsuccessful, “I’m 18, ya know.”

“You don’t act it,” she tilts her head at him, “or look it really. You might be able to pull of 15.” He continues to glare at her as she walks over to take ahold of the opening on the machine, "Alright, Parker, when I break this, you take your arm out.”

His eyes widen, "You're gonna break it? I was honestly trying to avoid that."

"How else do you expect to get out?” She glares at him, "You wanna live here?" She removes her hands and stands back up, "Maybe I can talk Coulson into getting you a nice Hello Kitty blanket. Maybe even a nightlight for when it gets dark.” Of course she was going to help him, he was her responsibility, but that didn't mean she wasn't gonna give him shit for this.

Peter scowls at his arm and shakes his head, mentally cursing himself for getting into this situation to begin with. It's not like he goes out of his way to get into trouble, trouble just seems to find him. If it wasn't for Tony assigning Daniela as his mentor, he knows he'd be worse off. It just seemed like every time he needed her help, he ended up looking like an idiot. He hated looking like an idiot, especially in front of her.

Peter's expression softens into puppy dog eyes, and he looks up to her, "Please Dani, you gotta help me, Mr. Stark will be pissed if you don’t."

Daniela raises an eyebrow, "You little shit.” Peter then smirks proudly, knowing that guilt-tripping her always works. Despite her tough demeanor, Daniela really did care about Peter, she just has a weird way of showing it. She pauses for a moment, debating if she should just leave him or actually help, “Don't make a sound or I'll kill you myself.”

Peter smiles brightly, "Thank you!”

She shakes her head and takes a hold of the vending machine’s opening once more, "Close your eyes,” he raises an eyebrow at her, "I don't want a piece of plastic to get in them,” he hesitates slightly, then does as she says. She sighs to herself and then closes her own eyes, so that she could focus better. After a brief moment her hands let out a soft white glow and begin to freeze the plastic beneath her hands. Once the plastic is frozen enough, she pulls up on the opening, causing it to break around Peter's arm, enough for him to get free.

Daniela had been assigned by Tony to be Peter’s mentor about a month ago, right after he graduated high school, and Lord did he already know how to push her buttons. The goal was for her to eventually train him to be a full-time Avenger; however currently, she's just helping him with his college classes and overall just getting to know him. At first, she didn’t want anything to do with Peter, she figured he had zero potential to be part of the team, he was just so young and reckless, regardless of how much he wanted to help people. However now, after spending the past month with him, Ned, and his Aunt, she's slowly started to change her mind, and decided to stick around to really help him. They have their disagreements every once in a while, but she really did like him, he was like the little brother she never had, but had always wanted.

"Okay, get your arm out," Daniela makes a mental note to tell Tony about the machine, he was gonna have to replace it. He'd probably end up lecturing them both, which was quiet common nowadays.

Peter takes his arm out and slides back on the carpet away from her, "What about my chips?”

"Yeah, yeah," she stands back up and reaches into the opening of the machine and grabs Peters’s long lost Doritos, “here," she tosses them over her shoulder to Peter and he catches them, eyes still shut, "open your eyes, Parker.”

He opens his eyes and they immediately widen when he sees the machine, “Woah,” he stands up and opens his bag of chips, “thanks, Sarg!”

She smirks slightly, "Not a problem, but you get to explain to Stark why I had to do that. I'm not suppose to use my powers in civilian areas.”

Peter grabs a chip from the bag and tilts his head, "Why not?” he pops the chip into his mouth.

She looks to him with disbelief, "I just froze a vending machine, Parker, imagine what people would think if they saw me doing that.”

Peter continues to look puzzled as he reaches for another chip, “But, you use your powers on missions right?”

"That's in the field! I just sai—” Daniela holds the bridge of her nose in her fingers, growing more frustrated by the second; after a brief moment she looks back to him and fakes a sweet smile, "This took way too long, hopefully Cap didn't leave us.”

**********

"Wait, you did what?” Tony's eyes widen at Peter's words, then he turns to Daniela, "So you froze it? Daniela, we've talked about this. No powers in civilian areas. You gotta listen to me occasionally.”

Daniela and Peter had quickly made their way back to the jet, where everyone was not so patiently waiting. Now, Peter was explaining to Tony what had happened, just like Daniela had told him too. Although, some how, everyone else was more mad at her than at Peter, which seemed to always happen.

Daniela's eyes widen at Tony and she pushes off from the wall she was leaning on, "Technically, I didn’t?” she says questioningly, making Tony raise a challenging eyebrow, “We were at SHEILD and that’s not really a civilian area,” Tony rolls his eyes as she continues, “also, how exactly did this backfire to become my fault?" She raises her hands defensively while looking around at everyone on the Quinjet, "I literally saved Spiderlings arm.”

Sam chuckles and looks to Peter, "How did you even get your arm stuck, kid?"

"Well," Peter starts shyly, "my chips got stuck, I tried shaking it, and that didn't work, so I thought I could reach them," he sighs and shakes his head, slightly embarrassed, "they didn't seem that far up away."

Daniela scoffs and looks to the ceiling, "I can't believe I have to put up with this."

Peter looks to the floor, disappointed in himself, yet again. He's done everything he could this past month to try and prove to Daniela that he belonged here, that he really wanted to be an Avenger, to be better. Everyone else seemed to accept him, except maybe Bucky, but he hasn't spent much time with the ex-assassin. Daniela's opinion matter greatly to him, he wanted to make her proud to be his mentor, clearly he wasn't doing a good enough job.

Steve stands up from his seat by Natasha and walks over to Daniela, “You’re his mentor, Velikov, which means you're suppose to be training him, guiding him,” he then crosses his arms, “you should be the mature one, you’re a lot older. I'd like to think you know not to stick your arm in a vending machine.”

Daniela raises her brows at him judge-fully, "Really? I'm getting this shit from you? Who fought who last week over Scrabble?" She points out, gesturing between him and Tony, “'Cause it damn sure wasn't me!”

"Temper, babe," Tony raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, whatever, you two fight like a damn married couple, it’s embarrassing,” she rolls her eyes as various members of the team chuckle lightly, "I'm sick of being a babysitter. When is he,” she points to Peter who had now taken Steve’s seat by Natasha, "gonna get in trouble for stuff? I feel like I'm the noob around here. Not him.”

Daniella knows ranting like this in front of everyone wasn’t the best idea, but she's never been one to keep quiet while she's angry. She's constantly coming to Peter's rescue whenever he messes up, but then ends up being the one who gets in trouble. Of course, she knows he's young and is bound to make mistakes, but she's never understood why he always gets off scot free.

“Hey," Peter stands up a little offended by her statement, "I got in trouble two days ago because I took one of Dr. Banner's lasers,” he crosses his arms and continues, “I thought Ned would like it. I also might have accidentally cut my desk in half with it.”

She raises an eyebrow when he's finished, "You actually did that?” He nods and she smiles proudly, “I’m impressed," she looks past the boy and mutters to herself, "and that also explains why May asked me if I knew what happened to your desk."

"You knew about that?" Tony snaps.

“No," she glares back at Tony, "he was just looking at the thing when I was giving him a tour and he said something about it being cool. When he tried to touch it, I slapped his hand away. I'm not that stupid, Tony," she then narrows her eyes at Peter, "clearly I need to watch him better.”

Before Tony could retort, Natasha stands up, “Ok,” she holds out her hands— trying to calm everyone down— "I think the problem here is Dani needs to be on her own for a bit, like a mini vacation,” she looks to Tony, "give the kid to someone else for a few weeks,” she smiles devilishly and winks at Daniela, “like Barnes.”

Daniela smiles widely and chuckles silently to herself, "Yeah, Barnes is perfect,” she smiles over at the soldier, who’s eyes grow wide as he tilts his head confused as to why the women were volunteering him, "aw, come on! You need a new friend!”

Bucky raises an eyebrow, "I don't know about that.”

Daniela laughs, "Might be fun to have a new sparring partner, I’m sure you’re sick of Sam.”

He chuckles a bit and then crosses his arms while looking Peter up and down, "He wouldn't be much of a challenge for me, he’s so small.”

Peter's eyes widen in fear, "Ok ok, I'm sorry,” he quickly hops over to Daniela grabbing her arm, "I'll be good,” Daniela winks at Bucky and he smirks, “I won't prank you anymore or steal lasers or make you freeze anything! I promise! I'll even do my homework!”

Daniela raises her brows in mild shock, "If I knew all I had to do was threaten you with Barnes, I would've done it when you first got here," she then crosses her arms and continues before anyone else can interject, "so you'll listen to what I say?" Peter nods, "'Cause Cap says I'm suppose to make you an Avenger. It's not all fun and games,” she pauses and tilts her head a bit thinking, "actually it's mostly not fun and there's usually never any games.”

"We played Monopoly the other night!" Sam says laughing.

Daniela scoffs, "And it ended with you and Barnes fighting over properties.”

Sam glares over at her, "He fucking cheated and you know it!”

"How Sam,” she raises an eyebrow, “he hide the cards in his metal plates?”

Bucky laughs, which earns him a glare from Sam, “The thought occurred to me.”

Just then FRIDAY’s voice rang over the speaker, "Mr. Stark, we'll be landing in 10 minutes.”

"Alright," Tony sighs, "take a seat everyone.”

**********

Once the jet lands, Tony pulls Daniela aside, while everyone else makes their way into the compound. Nothing is said until they arrive at Daniela’s favorite spot on the compound, underneath a large oak tree.

When Daniela first arrived at the compound, she constantly found herself being dragged outside with the others, in order to get to know the team better, but after some time she’d soon find herself laying on the grass underneath the large branches of the tree. A couple of months later, others started to take notice and when they couldn’t find her inside, they knew where she’d gone. During that same time, Tony decided to try and make the spot more comfortable, so that not only would he not worry about her, but she’d also feel like the spot was her own. It wasn’t much, but he built her a free standing hammock that he placed near the base of the tree and a small table where she could put her coffee. For Daniela, this small gesture meant the world to her, since she never had anyone do something so sincere for her.

Daniela lays down on the hammock and closes her eyes, while Tony looks towards the compound and talks, “Why are you so mean to him?”

It's not that Tony actually thought she was being mean, Daniela's always been a bit rough around the edges, it came with the the fact that she had such a tough life. He just thought she could at least be a little more friendly. Although, asking Daniela to be more warm and fuzzy, might be a challenge considering everything she'd been through.

"Tony," Daniela starts, "I'm not mean to him, I actually care a lot about the kid."

Tony raises a brow not amused, "You got a funny way of showing it."

Daniela scoffs lightly, "You know that if I didn’t like Parker, I wouldn’t help him period or would've frozen his feet to the ceiling and left him there,” she crosses her arms on her stomach opening her eyes, and looks to Tony, “why me by the way?”

Tony smiles and turns to her, "Because despite your actual age, you're one of the only ones who can relate to him. I mean, you two are always making weird pop culture references and it drives me nuts," Daniela laughs and Tony continues, "you guys get along great when you're not being, ya know, a smart-ass,” he pauses and glances to the compound briefly, “Pete lights us when he talks about you or whenever you’re around, which is good. Maybe be a little nicer though? He's not one for tough love,” Daniela scoffs and he looks back to her, “the rest of us are use to your, personality,” Tony rolls his eyes, “he’s not, so give him a break. He doesn’t realize that you don’t actually mean anything by it.”

Tony pats her shoulder and Daniela nods before standing up from the hammock, “I still think Barton or Barnes would've been a better choice than me.”

Tony sighs heavily, “Look, you don’t give yourself enough credit. Before you settled down and joined the Marines, you'd been through several wars trying to decimate Hydra. You may have had your own personal agenda behind it, but you still held your own, during a time when no one wanted to see a woman succeed, let alone in the military. You're a seasoned solider, so you know what it takes to survive. Not to mention you've got the brains to hold a conversation with Banner and myself," Daniela rolls her eyes and Tony smiles, "There is no one I trust more to train him, than you,” Daniela looks down at the ground shyly, his compliments making her nervous.

Tony meant every word of it too. There wasn't a single person on this planet he trusted more to train Peter than Daniela, possibly himself, but that would be a far stretch. He knew that she would make sure Peter knew what he was doing out there, she was good at what she did. The things she was able to accomplish in her life were astounding and she deserved all the praise he was giving her and then some.

Tony pats her shoulder, “And like I’ve said before, if I gave him to Barnes or Barton, they would just torture the kid. I know you won’t, mostly.”

“True," she laughs, "they were pretty hard on him when he first got here.”

Tony shakes his head, "Anyway, don't give him any slack just cause he's young ok, he's an adult now. He knows how to handle himself for the most part, but he could use some fine tuning here and there.”

Daniela smiles, "You told Barnes the same thing when he started training me.”

When Daniela first got to the Avenger compound, almost three years ago, she trained with Natasha mostly at first, so they could get an idea for how well she could handle herself. After a couple of weeks, Tony and Steve decided that having Bucky be Daniela's mentor would be good for both of them. Bucky needed something to do when he wasn’t on a mission and Daniela needed more refined training. It was definitely an adjustment for both of them, Bucky hadn't trained anyone in quiet some time and Daniela wasn't use to someone telling her so bluntly that she was doing things wrong. It took a good three months for them to finally decide that they could tolerate one another. Now, they're closer to each other than anyone else on the team, after all they did have some things in common.

Tony nodded sharply, "And did he give you any slack?”

"Well, no,” Daniela shrugs, "but I was over 90 years old and've been to war.”

"And look at you now," he smiles brightly, "three years later and still a smart-ass.”

She chuckles, "Well, he didn't kick the personality outta me, Tony.”

"Then he didn't train you hard enough,” he pauses for a moment, while she laughs, and then he smirks playfully, “maybe you should remind Barnes you can still kick his ass, for old times sake.”

"She never kicked my ass, Stark!”

Daniela’s eyebrows went up in shock at the new voice and she looks back to the door of the compound, but found no one there. Tony only smirks and looks in the direction the voice came from, "Then explain the scar on your leg!”

Bucky finally steps out from behind the door, so that they could see him, “I fell down the stairs,” he retorts, "you can't prove shit!”

"Is that a challenge, tin man?" Daniela giggles as Tony raises a challenging eyebrow, "'Cause I'll find footage and show everyone!”

Bucky stares at the pair for a few moments, then glares at Tony, “Fuck you, Stark,” he then turns around and goes back inside.

Tony smiles smugly, "That's what I thought.”

Daniela looks to Tony and smirks, "You knew he was listenin' didn't you?”

"I had a feeling.” He claps his hands together, “Anyway, I talked to Fury before we left and we came to the decision that Parker is ready for official Avenger training. So, I want you to start tomorrow, just some simple stuff at first alright? None of that shit Barnes and Barton did with you, like take him for a jog or somethin',” she nods and Tony continues, “also, I want you to make sure he's set in his room! Show him how to login to his laptop so he can do his homework, I can't have him falling behind.”

He gives a quick smile before walking to the compound, when Daniela fully realizes what he just said, “Wait, he’s gonna stay here now,” she turns and jogs up next to him, “I thought he was gonna stay with May 'til he was done with this semester.”

“He’s an Avenger now, babe,” he raises an eyebrow at her as they continue to walk toward the compound, “he needs to be here for when we need him. I talked to May about it already and she said she didn’t mind, as long as you promised to watch him and make sure he still passes his classes,” Daniela smiles lightly and Tony looks at her sideways, “you’ve had quiet the influence on her.”

“Well,” she shrugs, “I make sure Peter gets his stuff done on time and I help her out too.”

He nodded, “I know, that’s nice. You’re a good person.”

She shakes her head slightly, “I wouldn't go that far.”

**********

The two walk back into the compound to find everyone still taking off their gear. Steve nods to Daniela the moment he sees her, “Velikov,” she raises an eyebrow when she hears her name, “conference room in 15.”

"What for?” she asks while unzipping her suit and pulling her arms out, letting the top half hang around her waist, exposing her white undershirt, “Can't possibly be another mission this soon.”

"It's not," Steve says as he tucks his shield away, "we gotta give Parker a breakdown of some things, so bring him with ya.”

“Alright," she pats Peter on the back and he looks up from his phone at her, "I gotta show junior here to his room anyway,” she pinches his cheek and he pushes her away, causing her to laugh. She then walks around him to the other side of the wall and opens her locker.

"Where's his room?" Sam asks, while unbuckling his vest.

Daniela furrows her brows while trying to pull off a boot, “Um, I don't actually know?”

Tony audibly sighs while tapping on his phone, "He's across the hall from you, Dani.”

After pulling both boots off, she begins to step out of her suit, leaving her in just her spandex shorts and tank top, “Why me?" she continues while reaching for her jeans, ”I suggest putting him by Wilson."

"No thanks,” Sam chuckles, "he's your sidekick.”

"I'm not a sidekick,” Peter protests quietly.

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More Addams Class Stuff (Mainly quotes, some original and some from the show)

Zoé: It’s the day your entire family gathers around you and judges your worth as a human being!… I hear it’s like Thanksgiving.

—

Mme. Bustier: Demeter, care to explain to me why I caught Marc trying to stab Nathaniel?

Mme. Mendeleiv: Near the heart?

Mme. Bustier: … Yes?

Mme. Mendeleiv: Oh, Marc’s just in love. Once, he told me he wanted to bite his head off like a female spider during mating season.

Mme. Bustier: And you’re not sending him to therapy?

Mme. Mendeleiv: Well, if he gives him a bouquet of roses, we’ll see.

—

Simon: *About Denise* I would die for them. I would kill for them. Either way, what bliss.

—

Simon: When we first met years ago, it was an evening much like this. Magic in the air. An enby.

Denise: A demiboy.

Simon: An open grave. It was my first funeral.

Denise: You were so beautiful. Pale and mysterious. No one even looked at the corpse.

—

Denise and Simon are the Gomez and Morticia of the class

Whenever Denise speaks Spanish, Simon will drop whatever he’s doing and rush to kiss up and down their arm

Simon may or may not have ordered a couples’ coffin for the two of them

Yes, they met at a funeral. When they were nine, Simon snuck out of his room in the dead of night and Denise was just walking through the rain when they came across the service and they found each other

—

Austin T: What if you met someone who would worship and be your eternal love slave?

Jean: I’d pity them.

—

Marinette: *About Zoé* She’s a black widow!

Kim: We are all in the tastefully decorated bedroom… Of a killer!

*Dramatic sting*

Adrien: It is tastefully decorated.

Kim: Eh, it’s okay.

—

Zoé: So, I killed! So, I maimed! So, I slaughtered every girl I’ve been in a relationship with! Don’t I deserve love? And happiness?… And jewelry?!

Reshma: Aw, of course, you do.

*The Science Kids all hug her*

Ismael: Everyone deserves those things, especially the jewelry.

—

Cosette is praying for the day Zoé attempts to kill them. They’re hoping for cyanide poisoning

It’s actually on her bucket list to be offed by a black widow, along with going to the Bermuda Triangle, getting struck by lighting twice, getting bitten by a black mamba, and skydiving without a parachute into shark infested waters

It’ll be hard to kill Cosette though. Its’ organs come out very easily all the time

One time on Valentine’s Day, Cosette left their heart in Zoé’s backpack and in return, got a hatchet to the back. She loves them!

—

Reshma: This day is looking bleak. All joy will be drained from this very room and children will be left in agony for hours on end, praying for Death’s cool hand to save them.

Alya: Was that a prediction?

Reshma: No, exams are today.

—

Nathaniel: *After kissing Marc, he immediately starts coughing* I think something crawled in my mouth!

Marc: Oh, I think that was Eliza. I hope she finished laying her eggs.

Nathaniel: Wh-what?!

Marc: Yeah, she was going to lay them in me this morning, but she seemed a little shy about it. Well, if you feel a sudden weight in your chest, she probably laid them.

—

Nathaniel would be terrified if Marc weren’t so damn beautiful

Nathaniel would die for him, he’d walk across coals for him, he’d take a dagger to the heart, allow Marc to eat his head like a female spider during mating season

In short… Nathaniel’s crazy about him

They met when Nathaniel was sketching one day in a dark corner of the school and Marc was hiding in the shadows, writing Nathaniel’s eulogy

—

Ismael: Mme. Mendeleiev, it was terrible! He killed them!

Mme. Mendeleiev: Caline’s students?

Ismael: The dragon!

Mme. Mendeleiev: What dragon? Who killed a dragon?

Ismael: A knight in shining armor, he killed the dragon.

Mme. Mendeleiev: I can't believe anyone would kill a dragon.

—

Demeter doesn’t really approve of the books Caline has both their students read

They’re filled with unnecessary violence and other terrible things- Children murdering old women, corrupt royals slaying dragons, and strange older men kissing younger women

She’d rather have them read the works of Edgar Allen Poe and maybe a few books by Stephen King

Mireille sometimes accidentally summons one of the ghosts possessing Lacey, and she will just end up wherever Mireille has her seance set

Mireille may or may not be trying to raise an army of the dead to do her bidding… And you can’t prove it, either

After school, the students like to hang out at an old funeral home, which, thankfully still has an intact embalming room

Aurore makes sure to leave a rain cloud pouring over the funeral home 24/7

—

Jean: Austin...

Austin T: Yes, raven?

Jean: Last night, you were unhinged. You were like some desperate howling demon. You frightened me… Do it again.

Austin Tomassian fell for Jean the moment he walked out of a burning building, looking so elegant amongst the screaming crowd trying to escape

He fell again… Literally. He fell into a sinkhole. When Jean walked by, one just opened up out of nowhere

Jean eventually caught feelings when there was an accident in wood shop class and Austin T got cut right in the finger crotch. There was a so much blood, and Jean was smitten that day

—

Mme. Mendeleiev: Class… Why do you hate Zoé?

Reshma: We don’t hate her. We just want to hang out with her.

Simon: Especially her head.

Mme. Mendeleiv: Do you think I like Zoé more than all of you?

Science Kids: Yes.

Mme. Mendeleiev: And do you think that when a new student comes along, one of you has to die?

Science Kids: … Yes.

Ironically, Simon has good dreams at night. He barely gets any sleep because of them

—

M. Monlataing: What are you doing?

Cosette/Ismael: *Hiding makeshift mines behind their bqcks* Nothing!

M. Monlataing: Oh, I don’t think so. *Hands them a bag of explosives* If you want to make a proper mine, use this.

Cosette/Ismael: Thanks, M. Monlataing! *Run off*

M. Monlataing: What are they teaching these kids today? Not knowing the proper methods to make an explosive.

M. Monlataing fully supports the students

And in response, they don’t try do blow him up every day… Only every other day

[khaotic-neutrxl]

Jinx/Powder: An In-Depth Analysis (Of Her Zodiac and Identity)

[Note: This analysis is entirely just an interpretation! I am not completely certain of anything! Just want to give a perspective on Jinx that I'm passionate about, with all the nuances and little things I find to have meaning. As Christian Linke said, he wanted viewers to find their own answers in this series. So that's what this post is. Sorry for the upcoming essay, but bare with me if you can!!!]

[Also Note: If my writing sounds pretentious or wordy I actually genuinely apologize, took too many literature classes as a kid, and my tism really affects my writing. Promise it's just tism, I'm not feeling a certain way or a robot! Maybe, idk...🤖)

First I would LOVE to start off with not only her astrological sign...but ALSO how the symbolism in this series really fleshes it out.

I would like to think that since Arcane is very focused on things of symbolic nature (ex. drawing connections to Jinx's entire design to her childhood self down to her face shape, having moments that show her childhood innocence in subtle/symbolistic ways, her color scheme connecting her to Vi, etc) that Arcane itself would similarly have a lot more meaning in small things than what might have been seen at first.

To begin this, I want to start of with the sign I see the most in her character (may not be the most agreed upon, BUT PLEASE HEAR ME OUT...

🐟 Pisces 🐟

Ah, yes. The fishies. The sensitive, emotional, intuitive, psychic-psychotic, trusting, adaptable, scatterbrained blue little baby of the stars. But for Jinx it is more than just the fishies!

I feel like Jinx also has a fire in her. A fire like her sister, just put out at times by the water sign of Pisces. I mean, the fascination she finds in explosions, tendency toward fiery aggravation, passionate creativity, and heart-driven traits... I feel like Aries also suits her. But why not both? Because that's possible, they're neighbors on the chart. So that could mean that she's on the cusp between those two signs, having both traits simultaneously.

And what exactly is the cusp of Pisces-Aries so fittingly called?

The Cusp of Rebirth

It's the SYMBOLISM! (maybe not literally, but in many different small aspects!!!)

Not only would Jinx being on that cusp explain why she connects with Vi (who definitely has strong Aries placements behind that Taurus sun!) but ALSO,

HER ENTIRE ARC IS FOCUSED ON REBIRTH.

From Powder, to Jinx.

The scene with her and Silco in the water, when he does than whole dip in the river thing, also focuses on rebirth. Her rebirth, just as Silco says he did the day Vander betrayed him.

"That day, I let a weak man die. And another was reborn." -Silco, talking to Jinx in the water

And after Silco says those words, he lays Jinx in the water to let Powder die, and allow her to be reborn as Jinx. Because to him, Jinx is perfect. And Powder holds onto so much fear of pain, in a way, he wants her to let that go.

Not only is the symbolism of water-related elements of their relationship SCREAMING water signs to me (Jinx being Pisces, Silco being Scorpio), but the fact that in this intensely deep moment REBIRTH is the focal point.

And what better to embody that than the Pisces-Aries Cusp? The Cusp of Rebirth? A scene that literally is meant to represent Powder dying, and Jinx coming out the other side, as a stronger more authentic identity for herself above all. To leave her pain behind, as Silco said, and come out stronger than before. To have strength. Something she ALWAYS admired and idolized Vi for, trying to mimic it in the spirit of her older sister who she looked up to more than anything.

In this way, she became stronger, as she always wanted to be. For herself, but in a way, also for Vi. As a way to internally and externally prove something she always wanted to.

"You never left. I always heard you. Shadows in the streets, prickles on the back of my neck... Your voice---pushing me, picking me up." -Jinx, talking to Vi

She adapted (to her environment), as Pisces do, and transitioned to a form of herself she viewed as higher, better, stronger. Her. I mean, Neptune (the ruling planet of Pisces) is literally the planet of transcendence and mysticism.

Which also, somewhat, reminds me of how she somehow intuitively cracked some ANCIENT RUNES (probably outdated to the point of illegibility) and made a weapon in, like, a quarter of the time Viktor and Jayce did (no offense Viktor my beloved). Her Pisces intuition can even be drawn back to when she dodges that attack from the Firelights---not even seeing it come from behind her, just feeling it. Very Pisces-esc.

BUT THATS NOT ALL.

There's even more SYMBOLISM!!!!

(regarding her Pisces placement, a more compressed list so I can at least TRY and make this post a little shorter).

1. Butterflies! Her butterfly gadget, and the way that Fortiche really is specific on how they portray things, really spoke to me. Butterflies symbolize TRANSFORMATION and CHANGE, along with comfort, connection to the spirit realm, and a need for gentleness.

2. Her bunny stuffed animal! It is a sensitive, emotional piece specifically given to her from Vi, yes. But also, in the Chinese zodiac, the Rabbit quite literally is the equivalent to the Pisces zodiac! No coincidence Vi gave it to her, it suits her very well to me. Quick, swift, witty, vigilant, ingenious, sensitive, fearful, smart...so many things that scream Jinx! And her pigtails remind me of floppy bunny ears...

3. Color scheme! For both Pisces and the corresponding Chinese zodiac, her color scheme really resonates with the official ones related to this star sign. Blue, pink, purple...very much a lot of the colors you see with Jinx!

4. Water Symbolism! Water signs usually only genuinely are understood by other water signs, like she was with Silco (Scorpio). Not only that, but the "Fishbones" she literally talks to (spiritual in a way, speaking to the spirit and representation of Silco) is WATER ORIENTED. Aka fishy oriented. It's a MAJOR focal point that is built up to in the end, the finale. It's what she uses to not only "show them all" like Silco wanted all along, using a weapon she made representing him, it also helped define herself as Jinx, in a way. Genuinely, it seemed to me like a bridge between them that connects them, even after him being gone. And that connection would be very suited with Scorpio and Pisces, two signs that understand each others' depths (not to say Silco doesn't definitely have some big Pisces placements in his chart, really would explain their bond similar to Vi and Vander).

If that's not a water sign I don't know what is.

There is so much more. The shrine she made for Mylo and Claggor, which is so spiritually connected and resonant in itself. The fact that she never comes in first place (very Aquarius-Pisces vibes, but that's for another rant, possible Aquarius-Capricorn rising Jinx!), and the way that she genuinely knows and admits when she makes mistakes. Calls them mistakes, doesn't try to hide that but is deeply ashamed by it, mournful. And it EATS HER ALIVE not being able to resonate with people, letting people down, not being good enough for others. She DOES care. Doesn't shrug it off or deny her mistakes, they just make her cry and wish for what could have been [insert song here]. And regret, deeply. Nothing surface-level for Jinx. Everything is deep, kinda like water (lol).

But also, just to leave off here, look at the Creator and Writer, Christian Linke's, birth charts (both Vedic and Western). Why's that relevant? Because he really was one of the first, if not the first, who saw the flesh and bone in these characters! He pitched ARCANE! And, as he said in the documentary, he really put and left more than a chunk of himself within this series. If his emotions and diction, which connect DIRECTLY to a person's chart, influenced Jinx at all...I want to bring it up! Because the connections are a bit insane to me. They're way too coincidental.

So, if Christian had as much emotional input as the documentary talks about, I would like to shed light on how his chart could influence that. Because the connections and similarities are so incredible. That, and the fact that it was even officially posted that she has an Aquarius placement makes it all the more mindblowing! Makes me love science and astrology even more.

So I'm just gonna leave his chart there, for giggles, a little snack for thought :)

Anyway that concludes my rant! At least in this post! I would love to go on more but I don't intend on making people read a book, even though this practically is. Maybe I can talk more about her big three placements, or big six...another time. Thank you for sticking around if you made it this far! Hope this gave a (maybe) new perspective on Jinx!

If someone already made these points I'm sorry, I suck at finding stuff on the internet and probably totally missed it to be completely honest. I pinky promise I have no negative intentions with this post! Still, I hope this brought at least one interesting thought to the table, and I also hope ppl are as excited for the new season as I am!

[fantomette22]

QUICK!! LET’S TALK ABOUT YOUR FIC CAINHURST OCS SO WE CAN INVITE THEM TO ME AND BIMBOM’S OC TEA PARTY AND WATCH THEM ALL FIGHT!!

OH OK Ok !!!

So i will keep it to my main fic « OCs »because if i add the 3 version of Maria family tree or smt it’s never gonna be over 😂

Potential lil spoilers for my fic too ahah (but I didn’t put any big spoils!) Also some are complete Ocs but other are based on the portrait or even fit in the lore and could be more of an oc with a prompt /interpretation. And funny things to note but literally more than half of my bloodborne ocs are from Cainhurst 😂

Ok let’s begin with Vledemyr!

The young newest addition to the royal guard. Maria & Annalise cousin & friend, future head of the royal guard of Annalise (and one of the most powerful vileblood one day). In my notes I said he is 4y older than Maria and 1y older than Annalise. That guy is like the mvp of cainhurst. Best inhabitant of Cain after Maria probably. I already talk about him I think ( I love him so much). Ok he would do anything for Annalise yeah but Maria too. Always here to watch over her like an older brother. He’s a bit overprotective of the girls when they were young yeah. Really a great support character, the ideal knight ! He’s not annoying like the rest of the typical cainhurst nobles too. His only default is maybe to be too loyal and obey order without contradicted them. Oh and he’s the one who take care of the crows & raven of the castle. (He’s the best that’s why you need to know)

Lady Sveta/ Svetta smt (kinda place holder name)

she’s a young noble lady from Cainhurst, similar age to Annalise and a close friend of her, Vledemyr, Maria etc She’s a calm & thoughtful lady who managed to become quite influential over the years at Cainhurst despite her young age. She’s not a knight but like most aristocratic cainhurst ladies she was taught how to weld a dagger at least. (Vled taught her quite a few extra tips too!)

Charles : What can I tell about him without telling too much🤔 He’s Maria, Annalise & Vledemyr childhood friend. His family don’t live at Cainhurst anymore and he’s not a super high class noble. The executioner gloves came from his family yep. He was a students at Byrgenwerth too. He begin his course 1y before Maria (1 year older). As a kid the 2 were really the inseparable little trouble makers of Cainhurst 😂 He grew more mature since but could cause troubles if he wish XD (a bit like Laurence, when told them NO and they say YES.) Yeah he’s a lil bastard basically but I love him.

He hope one to impress the noble from Cainhurst and have an important place one day. And you know help restore the great strength Cainhurst lost over time (it’s the shadow of it’s former glory)

He could have quite a decisive role at some point…

Richard, he’s the precedent king consort of cainhurst and Annalise’s father. Poor guy, so much stuff is going on in front of his salad and he can’t do anything about it xD. Yeah he’s not really the one in charge the old ladies of their council don’t even consult him every time ;-; but he’s trying his best and dream of a day where Cainhurst would be xxx again! Of course he’s not perfect but he tried. For exemple he’s really compatissant with Maria wanting to go study far from cainhurst and travel when she’s supposed to become a royal guard. And he prepared Annalise as best as he could and preferred to take pressure on himself than on his dear daughter. Still, sometimes (bc it’s his right) he’s wearing one of the most precious tresor of cainhurst. One of the crown of illusion. Said to diccipe & create illusion in the ancient times. The 2nd crown was lost century ago far into the plumerias labyrinth and all it’s just a normal crown now. All it’s mystic power seems to have disappear long ago…

Well there’s the late queen I guess. (Don’t have a name yet sorry) she was loved by her subject and yeah typical queen too. She was actually the one to try to begin expedition to pthumerians underground again. After decades/centuries of nothing because cainhurst was to salty at the war their loose against their cousins

The ex body guard of the queen (I don’t have a name yet 😐). Will be relevant at some point… He was originally a mercenary hiring by Cainhurst to go to Loran. One of the only person who came back and they made him knight for his exploit. He even become the Queen’s personal bodyguard. He mysteriously disappeared some times after the Queen passed away…

The Royal guard captain? Or at least one of the head of the knights (when Maria was a student at Byrgenwerth). He’s an asshole. Other instructors are much sympthetic but this guy omg… you will understand when the time come. He’s really strict, almost abusive and doesn’t support when you contradict him or try to insult him to his face 😬

3 squires : future royal guards in training about Maria’s age. The 4 of them are supposed to become the next royal guards & Annalise personal guard.

(Maria is on the right & Vledemyr supervise them. It’s a meme too xD)

There’s a young woman (chikage and Evelyn) and two young men, one really strong with 2 chikages and the other one wielding a reiterpallasch and an Evelyn)

I need names too. And I can’t tell you really much more for now.

The next 3 are inspired by a song my friend made.

Twins musician : 2 of the most incredible musicians of Cainhurst. They both can play a clavecin in sync for exemple. And really fast

The master of dance/maestro : He teach the young noble how to spar & dance. And is a bit crazy really XD he often wear a knight helmet with a black suit.

Oh I almost forgot but the chiefs cook ! They come from the same country as Yamamura. If you do shit with their food or tried to cook one of their signature dishes horribly they will fight you.

Then I guess there’s Maria’s close family & other relatives ? You know her parents, the other nobles (but not really ocs more like background character you know) and her annoying grand aunts… 🤣 « But Annalise you can’t stand grand aunt Suzanne either ! »

The birds (crows mostly), horses and dogs don’t count I guess rip 💔 (I’m looking for names too. Yes they are important and relevant background characters)

I know Bloody Crow is not an OC but does baby Bloody Crow (when he was a baby/kid/teens) aka Voron count ? 🥺 No? ok. All I will say for now is that Maria is his godmother.

Ok so Leo don’t count either I guess so not for today. I don’t think his half siblings : Lupin & sister count either XD they are not noble and from Hemwick so (also in the family of my dear hunter)

There’s one last cainhurst oc I have… I think… but hm i can’t really talk about it (a lil secret kinda) I will only say that this oc was a young and sweet little girl who loved flowers and her family. She is deeply missed.

Anyway can’t wait see a hell of a typical Cainhurst duel on the table 👀 oh I mean tea party sorry x)

[unsleepingtales]

Junior Year Episode Three!! Reactions!

That’s really legible too lol

Speaking of strange curdled feelings!

Woo sklonda passed the bar!

As a fellow folk fair kid I appreciate the folk fair rep thank you Brennan

Look at the beautiful dome art!

The new riz art is So Good guys

Ally’s outfit is great

He put so much work into the school mechanics of this

The MCAT

Astral state, CUS Dabus, BCU! BCU is the reach/goal it seems

Oooh college credit for the quests!

Society of shadows

Lord Salazar edge’s college of lone adventurers 😭

LYDIAAAA that’s so sweet oh my god

Sandra Lynnnnnnn

What the fuck is this song oh my god

Every day I learn more and more about how much Riz Gukgak is me and I am him. This was exactly how I behaved about college.

Cloaca! Okay!

Digby and Wilma! They/them!

Can I run? From you?

I’m so glad it seems we get to see more of the thistlesprings this season!

It’s CHLOE

The throwback!! The throat and the rectum are connected by a series of tubes!

You’re fucking sharp, you’re sharp as fuck, stop

It looks like he has a bad diet. Emily. 😭

Cathilda’s in Leviathan!

Is that all they ever serve for lunch

Fig’s luck is wild

Aww they’re juniors guys

YES THE MINOTAUR’S LAST NAME IS PHAEDRA I love it I love her already

Grix! Ok.

His WIFE?????? Balthazar had a WIFE??

Awww a Scottish highland minotaur <3

What purpose does a decoy cloaca serve

What do you GET babe I spent six years on student government what you get is an ulcer

Kipperlilly Copperkettle what is your Deal

Murph is so stressed

KRISTEN

Kristennnnn

No I so get it that specific energy drives me up the wall. I get being aggro about it.

Ohhhh this motherfucker wrote that horrible song

The fun thing about Kipperlilly is that she actually used to be one of Brennan’s pcs in an old campaign, you can see art of her by ND Stevenson!

That’s a really fun ability

The ghost steaks!!

Badidas!

What are you doing!

TERPSICHORE THE MUSE OF DANCE BRENNAN YOUR MIND!!

Is seacaster manor the new party house.

Ey??

The shenanigans are backkk

Fabian WHAT

God I missed them so much

Jace is so pretty

That’s how high school works!!

He went out of his wayyy to create the exact opposite of Aguefort

Creepy!

Hey what?

It is very much the same vibe as the new principal coming in in Sex Education and enforcing rules and making them walk single file

Return of German Shepard mode!

WANDA CHILDA

When love is in the air… there should be a tiny emergency

Heeeeey girlieeeeee

Kristen you KNOW she’s in the jacket how does that fool you

Ooh I forgot that was Porter’s voice :)

Make it make sense 💀

I am also going into a worry.

Ooh these descriptions are making me miss dance classes

I miss music and dance classes a lot

This energy is SO accurate

Arcane trickster riz!!!!!

Oh ok what does that mean

Aww I love the Jawbone and Riz moment

Those are all of the emotions he’s ever had!

Ally looks like they’re hearing the Kristen music in their head

Kipperlilly better watch her back yeesh

Bucky’s going to Aguefort!!!!!

His art is so cute aww

I’m so glad we get to see one of Kristen’s brothers

Ooh the Applebees are also a they/them unit. Ok

Kristen. Girlie. What’s up?

That is not it

Cassandra what does that mean??? Are you okay??

Kristen yeah!!

The hug is so sweet

Ally WHAT

That’s what yououou thiiiiink and I pirouette. Byeee girlieeeee

Why is that something she does now

I love all the Applebees puns

Aaaaa school supplies are expensive

Siobhan making Brennan feel real emotions at the table

I’ll just text Aelwyn at lunch. My HEART

What is thisssss

What smell would be enticing to emo kids? Cigarettes and peach schnapps??? I can’t deal with this

She’s not even staying for class?!?!

Of course the agent of the council of chosen is a fucking eagle

Girl just drop the illusion. Just be Fig. Just claim you were doing some bard shit.

Oh okay OR DONT

What the fuck is going on! I am unnerved!

GIRL WHAT

Just go to fucking class!!!!!!!!

Please fail that stealth

All of the teacher’s last names are so on the nose

Kristen I need you to talk to Cassandra. I need for you to just have a chat with your god please. They need you.

Kristen trying to figure out how to refer to her ex OUCH

I really hope this goes well

Cassandra’s art is SO pretty

NO

NO SHE FUCKING DIDN’T BRING KALINA BACK

Next week looks fucking nuts I’m so excited and nervous about Kalina being back