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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years

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More Than Allies

Prompt: If you ever consider writing for the Sweetheart AU again (it's completely ok if not) I'd love love love to see a time where Frisk was the one to comfort Sans by being their pure, adorable self; there's just something lovely to me about the thought of Frisk realising Sans is sad and knowing exactly how to help him - anon

DISCLAIMER: This is part of a Flowerfell!AU I've got on my Ao3. I'm not posting the rest of them on here because that would take too much time and I ain't about to clog up y'all's dashes with that shit. SO imma link to this work AND the series on Ao3 so y'all know where this fits

Read THIS on Ao3

Sweetheart series

Warnings: this is a flowerfell!au, where Frisk has flowers growing out of them, so slight warning for body horror but nothing graphic

Pairings: all gen

Word Count: 1650

Patching up wounds is one thing. So is keeping someone alive.

But making them happy?

Whoever invented the concept of snow seriously needed their head dunked in a bucket of the stuff. For at least a day. When they could deal with having cold shit shoved into places it shouldn’t be shoved for hours on end, then they could say that they made a good decision.

Sans continues to grumble to himself as he trudges back through Snowdin. Grillby’s place isn’t inconspicuous enough right now, seeing as he just spent most of the night there looking after the child.

“…you better be keeping ‘em alive in there,” Sans mutters, turning the corner to make it to the edge of the town, “or else i swear, grillbz…”

He doesn’t bother finishing the threat. He knows the fire monster would burn the entire fucking town to the ground before letting harm come to someone under his protection. Hell, Sans has seen that explosive rage once or twice. He’s not very keen on seeing it again, especially not if he’s on the wrong side of it.

As he walks, his hand finds its way into his pocket, absentmindedly fiddling with one of the bandaid wrappers.

Shit.

He swerves around one of the icebergs—flipping off the wolf as he did so, he received a threatening snarl for his troubles—and hustles down the path in the bottom of Waterfall. The mushrooms blink innocently as he tromps down the path, finally making it to Temmie Village.

One of the Temmies looks up at him and snarls.

“yeah, yeah,” Sans grumbles, “i just got business with the shop. keep your temmie flakes in order.”

Luckily the Temmies still seem to hate the red glow of his eye. The rest of them part easily as he strides into the shop. The cardboard box hiding the real shop front is still soggy and mold-eaten, much like the Temmie behind it. It glowers at him as he pulls out the payment.

“wouldn’t kill you to keep it a little less decrepit.” He glances around at the artfully arranged trophies on the walls. “though it might make it harder to excuse not cleaning your shit.”

The Temmie just glares at him. Sans shrugs, the absence of the child cold at his side.

“just sayin’.”

The Temmie grumbles something Sans doesn’t understand as it puts the package on the counter. Sans nods and turns to go, thanks forgone. He’d paid. And the Temmies tended to get word after dark anyway, so he’s better off just hurrying back to the child.

‘Child.’ Yeesh, he sounds so fucking formal.

Well, Sans thinks as he scrambles into the cave and restocks the first-aid kit, death does have a way of making things sound really fucking formal.

The kid could’ve died.

Yeah, yeah, he fucking knows, they’ve died too many fucking times already. The flowers aren’t going away any time soon and they’re hurting. But that’s different. It’s different watching them die.

Sans growls as he forces one of the long gauze strips into the plastic box. The hinges wheeze and groan in protest as he finally jams the thing shut again and stuffs it under his coat. He’s been away too long. He’s out of practice.

Not at killing motherfuckers, no, he’s got that down pat. But caring.

Shit, is he even doing this right? The kid’s practically glued to his side day in and day out, partially at his bidding but mostly because the kid just decided his hoodie is perfect to cling to. It’s no different than that damn stick they won’t fucking leave behind. It’s like another limb or something.

…and he would be lying if he said the kid didn’t feel like another limb too.

Sans grits his teeth as he makes it to the shortcut chamber. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and taps out a quick message.

me: package in tow

hothead: Too many customers wait for 22h00

Sans sighs and slumps back down. There are just not enough hours in the goddamn day, apparently. He’s got a bone to pick with whoever invented time keeping the way it is too. Seriously. Sometimes it really got under his non-existent skin.

“time is fake,” he grumbles to himself, hand going to his pocket again, “so fake.”

He has to stifle a wince when the expected tug on his sleeve doesn’t come.

When did he get so fucking attached?

…okay, listen, when a kid growing fucking flowers out of them decides they’re your friend now, they’re your friend now. Sans doesn’t make the fucking rules, he just follows them.

That doesn’t mean he knows what he’s doing.

The kid seems to remember what happens when they die. They always come back looking a little different—more flowers—but they seem to know what’s going on. Of course, that doesn’t mean Sans always knows what’s going on, but he knows enough to recognize the way they seem a little more sure of themselves. Which is good; that means they won’t be walking defenseless into any big shit storm, but that also means that if he fucks up, they’ll remember.

That’s the part he’s worried about.

He’s been doing okay…hasn’t he? He remembers they like Echo Flowers, they like the quiet burble of Waterfall, he always keeps an extra blanket at his Sentry stations, he keeps them the fuck away from his brother, and they…they like his voice.

He talks to them when he can. They seem to like being able to hold onto him—which, okay, he gets. He can’t imagine not being able to see anything, much less be a kid and have to rely completely on someone who might just kill you.

Unbidden, a bone forms in his hand. He growls and puts it away.

No. Never.

A buzz from his pocket startles him out of his thoughts. Grillby informs him he’s good to come over and he doesn’t waste another second before teleporting straight to the fire monster’s backdoor.

“Good,” Grillby mutters, already striding upstairs, “they’re almost awake.”

“any changes in their condition?”

“They’re almost healed. They’ll make a full recovery. Well…” Grillby trails off as he sits back down in the chair. “Except for…”

Grillby doesn’t need to finish. Sans’s SOUL clenches as he looks at the kid lying on the couch. They look so…so…

…fragile.

The flowers haven’t grown anymore, at least not that he can see. As he watches, a few of the petals catch the very edge of Grillby’s flames and the purple light makes them look almost white.

“how long’ve they been asleep now,” he mutters, “twelve hours?”

“Nearly.”

Sans mutters a curse and scratches the back of his skull. If they don’t wake up soon…

No sooner does the thought cross his mind—and get swatted away with the force of a blaster—the kid starts to shift on the couch.

“easy, sweetheart,” he says, worry growing in the pit of his chest as he watches them shift, “hey, kid. kid.”

“They’re having a nightmare?”

Sans bites back another curse and rushes forward. “hey, hey, sweetheart, it’s alright, i’m here.”

As soon as he gets closer, his chest starts to glow a soft white. Grillby stifles a noise of surprise as the kid reaches up for him, wrapping their hands around the lapels of his hoodie and pulling. Sans eases himself down onto the floor next to the couch and lets them bury their face in the fluffy lining of the hood.

“Shh, shh, sweetheart,” he rumbles, his hand coming up to steady them, “it’s okay, nothing’s gonna hurt you, ’s just me and grillbz here, we ain’t going anywhere.”

There’s a soft sigh against his clavicle and then clumsy signs appear in front of his sockets.

“you want me to talk to you, sweetheart?” A little nod. “uh, okay. there’s a, uh, a new cave in waterfall we should check out.”

Their little hands settle in his hoodie as he murmurs to them, their head starting to loll against his shoulder. He hears Grillby stand up and come over as well, hushing the kid’s confusion with a quick explanation that it’s okay, they won’t be hurt, Grillby just needs to check their wound.

The kid just tugs on their sleeve. They butt their head lightly against Sans’s and slowly reach out.

“what, you wanna hold my hand, kid?” Fingers twine with his. “okay, then.”

Grillby chuckles over his shoulder only for it to choke off when the kid grabs for his hand too.

Sans laughs. “guess you’re stuck now too.”

“…worse fates I can imagine.”

There’s another little tug on his SOUL. He frowns, looking back at the kid’s face, only to see their head aimed at the spot on his chest where his SOUL would appear. Then they lean forward and—

“Wow,” Grillby chuckles again, “you’re in this bad.”

Sans, cheeks still warm and bright red from the kiss pressed to his forehead, just stares. The kid seems to be satisfied with the light mortification they’ve just caused. Nodding proudly to themselves, they settle back on the couch. One hand firmly in Sans’s, one hand in Grillby’s. Without being prompted, Sans cards his free hand through their hair, smiling as they let out a hushed sigh, head flopping back onto the pillow.

“They trust you,” Grillby says, something like awe in his voice, “they really trust you.”

“…seems so.”

And yet, even though Sans will readily admit he has no idea what he’s doing still, he wouldn’t give it up for all the hot dogs in the multiverse.

#undertale #underfell #flowerfell #dragonbabbles #fic

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favvnsongs · 4 years

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Hey so what is ahead to still waters 👀👀

I - oof even what is Ahead to still waters, indeed, lmfao.

Uhm, so very long story short-ish:

Atsw is the sprawling, all over the place, sometimes a gritty traumatic war drama, sometimes an indulgent opulent space opera, occasionally an uncomfortable psychological horror, more often than not a heartbreakingly tragic and agonizing and tenderly romantic monsterbeast of a catradora(...?) fic that happened when a dubcon chipped!catra/adora pwp drabble morphed into Cry little sister and then that au morphed a second time into Ahead to still waters.

It's @trashcanpunch and I's favorite fic-child and we basically come crashing into one anothers DMs on a constant basis to scream feelings at each other. I mean mostly like angsty feelings as if we're on two different sides of a vicious guerilla war and heartbreaking plot moments or snippets or whatever the fuck are spike pits in the jungle but... yknow.

Lmfao no but uh. basically. Atsw, much like Cls, is the "what if" exploration i guess based on if adora&co had left catra behind after catra had helped to rescue glimmer off of prime's flagship.

(mind you that the backstory "lore" of the universe is only like... 5% canon compliant bc I dont fuck with canon when it comes to aus it's stupid and I dont like being limited like that lmao)

no but uhhh. yeah. without the events of Save the Cat, adora never really becomes she ra again. meanwhile, catra isn't forcibly baptized in the mountain dew pool of doom against her will and shoddy chipped and shoved into the hivemind. rather prime sees how much she's hurting and how much internal conflict and despair she's got in her, and very gently and tenderly and so so so uncomfortably grooms her into turning on etheria. essentially handing over not only everything she knows willingly, but also taking the light willingly, joining the hivemind willingly, but also giving herself over to the war effort bodily in letting him use her physically for the creation of little sister, who is kinda sorta an entirely separate personality? it's weird. that whole aspect is sorta... it hasn't been ironed out yet.

(if any of y'all are familiar with my aus, youll know nothing is concrete and everything is always changing and being retconned lol so things may change but)

catra is essentially given the light rather early? and the light and the chips and the hivemind all work differently than in the show, obvs. and she wants to repay prime for giving her a new home and a place of belonging and a purpose?

(oof and I loooove prime in this au. like. i love him because I have such a love hate relationship with him. and I think that's his entire point?? because he'll Make You Like Him??? and make you trust him??? and it's just So Good. and then you'll be reminded that he's an absolute fucking monster it's Amazing)

no but. so. catra. but also little sister. so like, catra is given the light and she's been relieved of her despair and her grief and her anger and bitterness and pain and all that jazz. she's also done some other shit too but we won't get into that here lol. she's earned her place, so to speak. but she wants to do more. she's a true believer. she has seen the truth and heard it from on high and followed him from out of the darkness with pure blind faith and been rewarded. she has really truly deeply drank the koolaid.

prime basically through some weird process splits her - personality? entire wholeass consciousness?? idek. but there's catra and little sister and theyre two different people but they're not and they have two separate personalities but they dont. and they have different memories and knowledge of things but then at the same time they dont. they share a body and a soul but thanks to chip shenanigans and prime's influence, little sister is intentionally so much stronger than catra, she's the one in control most of the time? and yeah sometimes, though very rarely, catra can shove her way to the front but more often than not prime has to allow catra to be present.

(it's not like she'd want to be anyways. committing warcrimes and whatnot. she's comfy where she is. as long as adora's safe she's okay to let little sister be of service to lord prime's plans. that's okay. as long as adora's okay, she's okay.)

but then yknow turns out prime is getting kinda bored af with the war and the heart of etheria isn't like. he doesnt really want it to blow up the universe bc that's dumb as fuck?? lmao what. he mostly either wants to harness that magic so no one else can have it who Would blow up the universe bc there are much more evil fuckers than Prime out there and they aren't members of the evil version of the space united nations or whatever who are all like "so hey uh what's the deal with basically that giant bomb I guess you were gonna take care of or something...?" or he wants to conquer etheria and her surrounding planets (which is mostly his current plan but etheria is kind of just... being a bitch..) bc he cant really just. leave something like that sitting in what is his backyard now. but either way he's getting really fed up and he's all "alright we're gonna just mass chip everyone fuck it i don't care" or something like that, and then honestly prolly destroy all the runestones or something and then just pack up and see if the planet explodes like a pressure cooker.

but also prime has a bit of a soft spot for catra (I mean its more that that but we're not gonna get into that rn) and shes all 🥺👉👈 do you think mebbe I could go and talk to adora and see if i could convince her to join the light? she might be so happy to see me that she'd say yes?

and little sister and prime are all "lmao this kid" and "oh you sweet summer child, how precious you are. sure, it's worth a try" but at the same time they both know that adora isn't an idiot and that she's gonna put two and two together and realize pretty quick why catra isn't dead and why she has a chip but hasn't been seen in years. and oh gee yeah I mean you've been committing God awful horrific atrocities but sure I'll come with you and join ur cult ex bestie sure ♡•°` so little sister pretty much promises prime that she'll kidnap adora if/when she says no to catra both bc adora is a good asset to have Anyway and bc like it or not she's got a soft spot for catra too, even if she's a spoiled little fuck who gets special treatment.

so adora obvs says no and catra is all 🥺 and little sister is all 😤🙄😒🗡🗡 and so adora gets kidnapped...? politely taken prisoner? ... rescued from maybe being blown up? ... reunited with her ex-bestie who she abandoned to prolly/potential doom? lmao pick one. catra is pouting bc adora was mean and rude even tho catra was so excited and happy to see her again and adora is grumpy and stubborn and impolite and little sister is like "I hate you both So Much" and prime is all "drama! I love it :3"

aaand I gotta go run errands and try to be productive so I guess thats all the explanation you'll get for now.

@trashcanpunch can prolly sum it up MUCH MORE seriously than I can tho lmfao

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years

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I see you're on break (congrats)and you want some aus? Perfect What about a single dad finally meets the kindergarten teacher and shenanigans occur or something like that? Remeber tonjoy your break tho and rest up :)

Ah Anon it makes me ever so happy to see you in my inbox! Please never leave my darling. And I hope you're good, and happy, and well. Don't worry I'm definitely resting up these hols (please ignore the fact that I'm posting this at 2am while I tell you I am resting)

So I know I said prompts were probs gonna be jercy but when I read this everything in me just screamed PERCABETH. So that's what I wrote. Side note this had biiigg Everything Has Changed music video vibes.

Anyway I hope you enjoy! Love y'all. And thanks for the prompt! Keep em coming.

Masterlist for more crackships and other stuff

Percy Jackson pulled into the designated pick up zone, his music blasting so hard his seats vibrated. His fingers tapped along to the beat against the steering wheel, head bobbing aimlessly. The time on the dashboard blinked 14:59 and as the song ended the clock struck the hour.

Little kids, dressed in all manor of outfits came pouring out of the school, throwing basketballs and strapping on bike helmets. He watched as a little boy in a lobster costume attempted to mount his bicycle, falling three times before he got frustrated enough to yank the costume down. Percy, and probably every parent in the vicinity, was grateful the little guy had a vest and shorts on underneath.

Another little boy looked on the verge of tears as he handed a broken pair of wings to his mom. She gave him a kiss and a chocolate and the kid beamed so hard the sun got a little jealous. He immediately turned to the little girl next to him and offered her some of his sugary contraband.

Damn Percy loved Halloween.

Speaking of which, where on earth was Estelle? She had been buzzing about the Halloween sleepover all week and now she was going to be late.

He checked the clock to find five minutes had gone by with no sign of his little sister. The front area was beginning to clear as little kids hopped on the school bus or into a parent's car. He gave it one more, impatient minute before getting out and stalking towards the schools entrance. His eyes wide and frantically searching through all the little bobbles and capes and various types of bugs. What was it with little kids and insects? Still there was no sign of a bright green tail or red hair clips.

Percy was starting to panic. He pushed the double doors of the school open, "Estelle? Estelle? Elle? Ellie? Elephant?"

His shouts echoed in the empty hallways but there was no response.

"Princess Ariel? Come on Elle this isn't funny." His voice shook with nerves as he peered into empty classrooms and around abandoned corners.

"Elle if you come out now I'll get you icecream on the way home." Bribing always worked.

"Come one Estelle, please," He could hear the panic in his voice now.

"Can I help you?" A voice from behind him asked.

He whipped around, stumbling as he caught sight of the stranger.

She was, wow. She looked like a princess from one of Estelle fairytales. Golden curls, and bright grey eyes. And a soft, expectant smile.

Expectant.... expactant. Shit. She was waiting for him.

He cleared his throat, "Uh yes hi I'm looking for my little sister. She didn't come out after school and I'm panicking just a little."

"Oh alright," She motioned for him to follow her before disappearing behind a door, "Can you tell me her name and who her teacher is?"

"Sure yea, her name is Estelle Blofis and her teacher is Miss Dare."

"Oh yes they had swim class for the last hour of the day. Come on I'll take you to the pool. Maybe she's still there."

"Thank you so much," He gave her a grateful look, "I'm Percy by the way, Percy Jackson."

"Annabeth Chase," Her tone was open but her answer was blunt.

Percy was confused and a little worried, and wow she was pretty.

"So you been working here long?"

She gave him a weird look and he realized it was probably a stupid question but before he could back track she was shrugging her shoulders.

"About two years."

"Must really love children huh?" He chuckled, "I think I'd go crazy if I had to look after a bunch of six year olds all day."

She looked at him then, grey eyes piercing into his.

"It started out as a backup plan while I waited to get into postgrad and kind of just became a thing."

"Well I'm sure you're great at it."

She laughed softly, pushing open the doors to the pool, "I'm great at everything Mr Jackson."

"Percy!" A small weight crashed into his legs.

"Hello Elle, where have you been?" He crouched down to look his little sister in the eye, "I've been worried sick about you."

"I'm sorry Pers," She gave him that puppydog stare, "We were having so much fun in the pool Miss Dare said we could stay in for a little extra. I didn't think you'd mind since you like to listen to your loud music." Her little button nose scrunched in distaste before she bounded away to change and grab her things.

Percy heard a soft snickering from behind him and stood up to see Annabeth covering her mouth, grey eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Someone's not a fan of your taste."

He scowled at her, "She doesn't count. Her favourite song is" Kiss the Girl" from Ariel."

"That's a great song," The blonde arched a perfect brow.

"Maybe when you're a kindergarten teacher," He teased, "I listen to real music like Led Zeppelin and Bon Jovi."

"Who said that's real music, Seaweed Brain?" She said pointing to his t-shirt that read Marine Biologists: seaweeds with brains.

"Haha," Percy rolled his eyes, "Well what do you consider good music?"

She opened her mouth to respond but Estelle beat her to it.

"Okay Percy I'm ready. Are we gonna get icecream on our way home?"

"What are you gonna give me in return?" They started waking back into the school.

"We can watch any movie you want tomorrow." She declared.

"Any movie?" He narrowed his eyes at her.

"Any movie. Oh except toy story. I don't like watching Andy give all his toys away. And that mean pink bear scares me."

"So we can watch Frozen?" He picked her up to look straight at her.

"Yes!" She giggled, "But you can't sing along to every word. I like Elsa and Anna's voice."

He pouted at her and glared at Annabeth who had been silent until this moment, when she had hurriedly tried to cover up her laugh with a cough.

"Why don't you run to the car, little one," He put Estelle down, "If you can get there in under thirty seconds I'll let you have two scoops of ice-cream."

The little girl didn't so much as blink before she was racing down the hall.

"So Frozen huh?" Annabeth smirked, "Guess that's also considered good music?"

"I'll have you know Elsa and Anna are queens and icons of this generation."

"Personally I think Nani and Lilo are better role models but whatever you say," She grinned at him.

"How about we settle this debate over coffee? Friday next week?"

"I hope you know I was captain of the debate team in college so you're definitely going down."

"All I'm hearing is that you accepted to go on a date with me," It was his turn to smirk.

She laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows. He knew he looked ridiculous but her laugh was buttery and warm and he'd do most anything to keep hearing it.

"It's a date Percy Jackson."

His smile was bright and unrestrained as they waved goodbye.

"See you then Annabeth Chase."

#Percabeth drabble #lol believe it or not i actually do love percabeth #But lowkey I'm as surprised as you are that I managed to write something that wasn't jercy #Percabeth #PJSSG asks #PJSSG fanfic #Baby fanfic #Baby fanfic series #Percy Jackson #Annabeth Chase #Ciara's Convos #She speaks #Not edited #Please be kind

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elizabeatrice · 4 years

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Feeling Blue, Seeing Red (Chapter 69)

Let’s Talk About JSHK Manga #5

Updated: 19/8/2020 (more thoughts)

Bea is back with the lame punny titles~

Warning: !!! MANGA SPOILERS UP TO CHAPTER 69 !!! Duh.

Soooo I opened the raws this morning. Saw the spicy and went 'ohh shoot'. Then some of y'all say that some folks are hating Akane bc of this chap. I proceeded to panic, because fandom war is scary af. So I translated the chap for myself. And I just gotta say:

Aoi, Nene, your boyfriends are idiots. Y'all gonna be punching and headbutting the idiocy out of them for the rest of your lives and I'll be willing to pay for your karate classes.

The teen drama made me laugh so hard ahahahaha I guess this is what you get for hoping sensei will drop a bomb this month lmaoooo.

P.S. Teru you little shit

Man I don’t even know where to begin. This chapter is oozing doraaaaama and I can’t take it seriously no matter how much I try. I remember thinking, “Shoot, this is the ‘I hate you, I hate you too, proceed to make out’ trope in JSHK’s classic ‘oooh serious moment, eh? PSYCHE!’ style,” before bursting into laughter.

I swear I’m not making fun of it.

Because it’s already fun to begin with. Ahahahaha.

I do however, take seriously the long-awaited insight into Aoi’s mind. I hollered in joy, y’all. ‘Cause like ... finally!

(Also like ... ngl the development of Aoi and akaoi in this arc might come into play in my Shrek AU. Pls don’t ask. Yet. That’s not the official AU name I swear I just wanna confuse my readers ahahaha)

Back when chapter 64 came out I wrote something that was supposed to be the first of the Let’s Talk About JSHK Manga series but I ended up not posting it because I wasn’t sure about a bunch of things. Here’s an excerpt from that post, titled ‘Aoi and Her Blues’:

I mean, what did the minions do to her? ‘Remove unnecessary things’. Someone said they removed her inhibitions (I’m terribly sorry I forgot who said this because it’s been so long so I can’t put the link here, but if you know, feel free to send me the link).

But she has to be brainwashed, right?

She remembered enough about Nene. Enough to call her out on her feelings (that she still denies btw lol) and recognize Hanako from Nene’s wonderful description (or because Aoi could see him all this time and never said anything, who knows?).

Most importantly, she remembered Akane.

So apparently they weren’t unnecessary enough to be erased from her memory. Which I’d beg to differ if I were going to make this girl willingly sacrifice herself.

Would she let her best friend fall down into a pit full of giant insects, or let her childhood friend get impaled? I mean this is the same girl that cried when Akane and Yamabuki got together (by accident) and when Nene started talking to herself like a madwoman.

So yeah. Definitely brainwashed. Pretty sure now.

The one thing that bugged me is what she said though.

“I’ve always wanted to go somewhere far away.”

“Nothing will stop me from getting my wish.”

Btw these aren’t accurate word for word I’m just drawing from memory.

Is that a wish forced upon her by the brainwashing, or has Aoi been depressed all this time and ... y’know, therefore thought about ‘going far away’? I’m personally leaning more towards the first, but it still got me thinking.

Remember back in The Clock Keeper arc when she said there was something she wanted to tell Nene?

Can some creepy hands showing up in the gardening club’s album photos really warrant that kind of expression? Is it just me who got disappointed when the thing she wanted to tell Nene ended up being just that?

But if she did have such thoughts, why?

Maybe she was lonely? I mean Nene got so busy with supernatural shenanigans. Akane’s busy with student council stuff (and school wonder stuff). Though I don’t doubt for a second that he’d drop everything for Aoi, but Aoi’s not the kind of person to do that. And to be honest, I feel like so far Aoi hasn’t been shown having genuine interaction with anyone aside from Nene and Yamabuki without the other person being completely enamored by her. And even with Yamabuki that was just in that After School chapter.

So I guess my hunch wasn’t that far off. Still though. Still though. Is she or is she not brainwashed? Because as much as Aoi likes-but hates-but actually kinda likes Akane, I still don’t think she’s the type of person to stab her childhood friend until he’s got a hole through his fucking torso.

Throwing Nene into the bug pit I guess makes more sense if Aoi knew all along that the pit won’t lead anywhere too dangerous, and that Hanako wouldn’t leave Nene’s side. Nene’s perfectly safe with him. Sorta. She did get kidnapped and were about to be sacrificed after all. But heeey Hanako still showed up to save her in the end.

Stabbing Akane like that tho? Even if she knows he wouldn’t die in a boundary especially in his school wonder form? It just doesn’t feel like Aoi, man.

Then again she did say no one really knows her, and that anyone who does would end up being disappointed in her.

I’m really happy to know that she does not, in fact, appreciate all the attention given to her. Comedy framing aside, constantly having some random guy approach you to ask you out presumably every day is ... annoying at best. Kid deserves better.

So ya girl got some extreme trust issues. Strangers, even Akane and Nene, I could understand. But her dad tho? Is something going on in the Akane household? Bruh ....

How long has Aoi not been able to trust anyone enough to let them get close to her? Because if she’s been feeling like that about Nene all this time, Imma be super sad bruh. Nene is one of the most genuine kids ever (perhaps only second to Kou).

I understand that Aoi’s disappointed because Nene’s been keeping secrets, but honestly, who would believe you if you come up to them and say, “Hey so I summoned a toilet ghost and now I’m stuck as his assistant. The rumors about supernaturals are like, totally real, and can endanger everyone in this school for real, too. Also I turn into fish when I come in contact with water.”

Sensible best friends would either a) not believe you, or b) try to get you as far away from supernatural shit as possible ‘cause hello? Ya ain’t Miles Morales ya can’t just blast What’s Up Danger when monster of the week shows up.

Even if Aoi does let it continue, wouldn’t she wanna get involved? Would Nene let her get involved when Tsukasa’s still around? Ya girl got cursed, thrown off the top of a boundary, sent to literally nowhere and everywhere, almost got her body stolen by mirror monsters, kidnapped and taken into a fake world, and now trapped in literal Grim Reaper’s realm. Honestly, who would involve their best friend in this sort of shit?

It just makes me sad to think that all this time Akane and Nene have genuinely cared about her but she didn’t think they were. Aoi, my girl Nene literally threaded hell boundaries and high shallow water to save you!!!

Unrequited platonic love hurts just as much as romantic ones, y’all ....

Speaking of romantic love.

Hey, uh, Akane. For claiming to despise Hanako and calling him a slimy pervert, y’all kinda act the same way with your respective girlfriends when things get a bit heated up, huh? Even the teasing part.

Boy, you’re dumb af. You deserve that.

There it is y’all, it’s official. We got punches for akaoi and headbutts for hananene.

You deserve this too. But Teru’s face here is really annoying, I’ll give you that. Teru you little shit.

At least you’re finally gonna be useful. Let’s just see.

Hmm I guess I have to address the thing now.

Ahem. The thing. The pushing (pulling?) Aoi down, grabbing her neck thing.

Yeah I don’t get it either. Whether it was a creative choice taken in consideration to the actual character’s state or to just pander to the trope that seems to be marketable in Japan or both, I don’t really know.

I do however, have to remind you that none of these kids are in their right mind. One is possibly still recovering from the effects of brainwashing and dealing with not only extreme trust issues and insecurities, but also the sight of a gaping hole on her childhood friend and perhaps crush’s torso, not to mention having to deal with this in the middle of nowhere. The other one is the said person with a gaping hole on his torso, who almost lost his life-long crush, and even got stabbed by her in the first place.

They’re lost. They’re tired. They’re emotional. They’re frustrated. They’re two hormonal teens.

I think Akane thought Aoi wouldn’t listen to him unless he makes her. Which is why he went with exposing her by saying he hated her. Which is still a dumb move in my opinion. But Aoi rightfully got back at him. And honestly I didn’t think he really hurt her. I mean, it’s Akane after all. *shrugs*

The way I see it, the entire thing was a result from not only their current condition but also the uh ... not telling each other how they really feel all this time. Aoi with her issues, Akane with his secrets. They’re a ticking bomb. It’s horrible that they ended up hurting each other because of this (physically and emotionally), but I could see why it went like this. These two are flawed. Most importantly, they’re teenagers. They’re bound to fuck up in this equation.

Heck, I’ve fucked up worse in less endangering situations before.

But heeey once things get cleared between them they fall right back to each other. Sure things aren’t entirely resolved. But they’re gonna be okay. Teru’s there. Should be fine. Probably.

The thing is we as the audience who come into the story with a clear head can easily figure out the best, most sensible way to deal with the characters’ problems. But these problems affect the characters in (physical, physiological, psychological, emotional) ways most of us can’t immediately empathize with, which can make their bad decisions frustrating for us to see. We know it’s wrong. And when these characters have calmed down and healed, they’ll know that it’s wrong, too. If they’re not dicks, that is.

You know how it feels when you’re fighting with someone, and you know the best thing to do is to talk it out, but you just can’t bring yourself to? It makes things worse, right? And you’re frustrated, right? Unfortunately that’s just how humans are.

Even I let my emotions get the best of me when I judged the villagers’ actions back in chapter 68 hahaha (but I still think they’re awful).

It’s just my opinion tho.

And whooo everyone is officially here but Yamabuki (and Sakura and Tsukasa, but they’re bound to show up)! Catch up soon, my citrus child.

Lastly, I have the moral obligation to remind you that if akaoi’s confrontation ended up like this, imagine how hananene’s would be.

I’ll leave you to your deductions.

As always, feel free to discuss. Just ... don’t fight, onegaishimasu.

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk manga spoilers #tbhk manga spoilers #aoi akane #akane aoi #minamoto teru #yashiro nene #let's talk about jshk manga #bea rambles #just in case it's not clear i'm not supporting physical abuse okay #i have really morbid sense of humor #and i still love my sons no matter how idiotic they are #i do tho pity my daughters #(this is about the karate class comment at the beginning btw)

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sinkingwmyships · 4 years

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hEY BABY

im back at it again with

JJBA (VA) Purge AU (3)

yeeee this is the one abt the relationship scenarios ;)))

part 1 | part 2

i highly recommend checking out the previous parts first, if not this might be kinda hard to follow

between me and my 1.5 braincells we're trying really hard y'all so pls go easy on us show some support ;_;

OKAY

(oh yea a heads-up no ships are decided yet so treat all these relationship scenarios as hcs (yea imma make AUs inside an AU lmfao))

tw: (1 mention of) homophobia, referenced past abuse, bullying (??)

1. fugio

the first scenario that popped into my head is that Fugo and Giorno go to the same university (for some reason Gio's parents can afford to send him there, idk he probably got financial aid or sth, and then after he killed them (😳 awkwardddd) he's probably using their life insurance in fear of it running out). and Fugo doesn't really care for Gio bc he's a rich boye and he has his quality™️ elite friend circle so why bother himself w a nobody. but in reality all of Fugo's friends are either only on a social level (u know those ppl who you're friends w but u won't necessarily have deep convos w them or choose to hang out w them n stuff), or they're fake and only hang out w him bc of his wealth & status, or bc their rich parents are friends. plus (im referring to the anime backstory here), after the scandal w that professor who sexually harassed him, many ppl secretly hate him and talk shit abt him behind his back due to homophobia.

but anyway, Fugo's plotting against all those biches :) so where does Giorno come in? Gio, being this innocent poor boy who doesn't have a home to go back to, lives on dorm. and let's just say Fugo does too bc he doesn't have the best relationship w his demanding parents, so he was overjoyed when he finally talked them into letting him move from home into the dorms instead. (side note he prolly doesn't Purge his parents bc he needs their money.) so Gio and Fugo know of each other, but not acquaintances or anything.

and then

one day when Fugo's either

running into trouble with some authority figure at school again

just minding his own business and planning his Purge targets

Gio walks in on him, and he's either like

"omg Fugo r u ok do u need help what happened"

"omg Fugo idk what happened between u and ur targets but Purging ain't good, pls reconsider"

and Fugo, having the short-ass fuse that he does (plus probably having his pride wounded and just general mistrust of the ppl around him spurring him on):

"stfu u know nothing about me, but now you've seen this i guess it wouldn't hurt to kill you too"

"stfu u know nothing about me, ur probably one of those happy asshats that have no need for Purges, reconsider?? haha the only thing i'll reconsider is if i'll add u to my kill list" (bc if Gio reports him or sth, Fugo & his fam can get into trouble, since his targets are probably rich and/or influential ppl, but it isn't Purge time yet, so it can be considered malicious intent and/or attempted murder i guess, and so anyone who has any beef w the Fugo fam can bring them down) (i know nothing abt law don't come for me)

and then Gio is like "fuck dis shit im out" and he skrts tf out of there, but sadly Fugo ain't lying 😔 the day of the Purge comes, and Giorno was just trying to barricade himself inside his dorm room when suddenly, Fugo pulls an FBI OPEN UP and breaks inside using all his high-tech weaponry n stuff (i'll share my hcs for chara design later!!). Gio is freaking out so he jumps out the window into the streets, even risking going outside during Purge just so he can get away, but oh 🅱️oy is Fugo stressed tonight. and he literally hunts Gio down and almost kills him

uNTIL!!!¡!

2. abbacchio & giorno:

(SORRY I JUST LOVE DADBACCHIO & GIORSON SO MUCH)

Abbacchio is tasked w hunting down a certain rogue criminal, so he's la-di-da cruising thru Naples to get to Bucci's house, when suddenly this fucking kid comes running up to him with his hair and clothes all messed up and tears running down his face, and is like "pls help me sir i beg u i just need somewhere to hide pls i don't want to do this i don't want to die" and Abba's like "fuq??" but then he hears manic laughter and chainsaws revving and shit, and the kid sniveling all over his crisp™️ Purge suit looks like he can explode with fear at any moment (and plus Abba understands that nobody would ever run up to another person for help during Purge like this, unless it's really their last option), so he sighs, "fine. get behind me."

the kid drops to his knees and Abba can't help but think "aaahhhh fucking dead weight", but he said he'd help, so that's what he's gonna do. now ANOTHER kid rounds the corner but he barely looks sane, he seems almost possessed by something. *fighting ensues* but being a professional cop Abba knocks the kid out cold w a few swift moves, and when he drops to the ground that crazy expression finally leaves his face. he's already wasted too much time, so Abba turns to Kid 1 and is like "go back home brat and dont get into trouble again", but Kid 1 is still a trembling mess on the ground, and he says "i don't have any home to go back to."

subconscious Abba's like "well that's between you and god" but he knows he's basically this kid's god now (besides, there can't possibly be a god that would let things like Purges happen), so he's like, "fine. get in the car and DON'T get in my way" but THEN Kid 1 points to the passed-out demon child, "but we can't leave him here"

A: "he was gonna KILL you!!"

K1: "i know but he didn't mean it, he was just not thinking straight"

A: "Purges ain't where ppl think str8 kid, besides if he didn't really wanna Purge he wouldn't have geared himself up that well"

K1: “but he’s not a bad person. please, if we leave him out here in this state he’ll be killed for sure.”

at this point Abbacchio can't understand wtf Kid 1 is thinking, but for the first time in years he finds some of the humanity he was hoping to regain in Purge, so he's like "fine. haul him into the backseat. but you're sitting with him bc i got my shit in the front. and if he wakes up you're dealing w it this time. cool?"

Kid 1 nods, and surprisingly he has enough strength to shove Kid 2 into the backseat & get in after him. Abba is trying to decide what he wanna do w these kids, when his phone suddenly beeps, and in comes a new message from his superiors, "yo dawg u gotta hurry up and kill that Bucciarati guy, we'd better not catch u slacking" and he's like "yo Kid 1, can u fight?"

"uh, a bit. why?"

"well, that's what you're gonna do for me in return for my protection."

anywhooooo i imagine that later on, Fugo wakes up like "ugh wtf hello concussions????" and he sees Gio standing over him, and he snaps into defensive mode, sitting up and shoving Gio away and everything. but then he sees that Gio's hands are empty, save for maybe a bottle of water and a towel, and somehow Fugo's own wounds are all cleaned and bandaged, and he groans:

"dude, what the fuck are you doing? did i pass out? did you find help?"

G: "you got hit over the head pretty hard, don't move so suddenly."

F: "haha yea thanks i can feel that myself, anyway wtf were you doing?"

G: "uhhhhh... abbacchio patched you up but your face was really grimy so he told me to clean you up, and maybe give you some water?"

F: "no. i mean like what the fuck were you doing????? braincells hello?? kill me! i should be dead!!! is Purge over?? did the sirens go off before you can finish me?"

he suddenly notices how Gio just recoils and sits there with his eyes squeezed shut as Fugo shouts at him and flings his arms around. but he's seen how Gio defended himself against him, so he knows this guy can fight and is no stranger to Purges. this is the first mystery his 152 IQ has encountered in a long time, so Fugo reaches out to get Gio's attention, but then Gio jumps and slaps his hand away so hard Fugo feels his bruised brain jar. he pulls back immediately, holding his hands up, palms forward, finally kind of able to pierce together what's going on inside the blond's mind:

"sorry. wasn't gonna attack you. just... wasn't sure if you were listening to me, so i tried to get your attention."

"i was."

"okay. sorry." Fugo tries, but Gio is already standing up and leaving, glassy green eyes looking anywhere but at him. "wait! Gior— ugh??"

he almost faceplants the ground again. where's my stupid-ass helmet???? i need to be on balance mode stat. but then Fugo feels two arms helping him up, and he looks up to see Gio, frowning in distaste but still supporting him all the same. he feels bad for asking (as if he hasn't bothered this poor guy enough): "uh, so, what exactly happened while i was passed out?"

oh, honey...

a lot :)

BUT PLOT SPOILERS SO THIS ENDS HERE!!!!!! xD

ya know i might actually go w fugio after all :00 but if i do end up writing this, it will span over 12 hours / 1 Purge only, so even if there are ships they'll probably only be implied, instead of madly into each other by the end of everything :P

to be cont’d… 👀🔪 perhaps with other relationship hcs :0 or chara design?? who knows. suggestions?

feel free to drop any questions you have, or just scream to me in the cmts in general!! i’m happy to answer anything, from chara motives to backstory clarification, or anything else!! ik up to now these posts have just been walls of texts, so :’D thanks for reading thooooo 💖

part 4 | part 5

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non-stop-imagines · 4 years

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Three Floors Up (College!AU Fic) Part 5

Here’s Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: Peter Parker x Black!Reader; Bisexual!MJ x Black Fem!OC (Armani) (Armani face claim @cecewiththefro on ig)

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Peter gets a bit sad, but really this is a bunch of cute

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A/N: YAY ANOTHER PART!! So this is def not edited because I accidentally pressed post instead of edit, but yeaahhh! I just started school again today and felt inspired! Hope you guys enjoy! Love y'all!❤️💛❤️💛

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Masterlist

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"I like Y/N. She's nice." Ned grabs a piece of pizza from the box sitting on the coffee table then sits back on the couch and flips through channels, stopping on Food Network for a moment.

"Yeah, she is pretty great. Hey can you hand me my… Material Science notebook?" Peter asks from the floor, scrolling to something on his laptop that sat on his thighs.

"Yellow one?" Ned leans down to Peter's backpack reaching for a tattered yellow Medd spiral notebook.

"Green." Ned adjusts his target, now reaching for the green notebook in a similar condition, but with doodles of webs on the cover.

"Here you go." Ned pulls out the notebook and swiftly hands it to Peter, not breaking his focus from Food Network, which he decided to watch. "What midterms do you have tomorrow?"

"Just this, but Wednesday I have Physics and Computer Aided Design to worry about." He runs his hand through his already disheveled hair and switches his focus from his laptop to his phone, hoping it was you who texted him when he felt his phone vibrate. Instead it was name he, for the first time in a while, did not want to see.

Mr. Stark 👨🏻‍🏭

Call me.

Peter's heart starts to race as he stands from his spot. "Uh, I'll be right back. I need to make a call."

"Stark?" Ned let's his eyes follow his friend as he heads back to their bedroom. All Peter can do is nod before he turns into the room, closing the door behind him. Even though Ned knows about Peter's Spiderman occupation, they both agreed that it would be best for Ned not to know about his missions unless absolutely necessary. He pressed the contact and waits as the phone rings.

"Hey kid, you doing anything right now?" Tony cuts straight to the point. Peter looks towards his bedroom door, thoughts of his upcoming finals flooding his mind. The last thing he expected were the words that end up falling from his lips, words he'll end up regretting.

"Uh, I- no. I'm not doing anything right now." He rubs his neck and plops onto the bottom bunk in the room. "W-what do you need?"

"I need you to gather some intel on a group S.H.I.E.L.D told me to keep an eye on. You up for it?" Peter frustratedly runs his hand over his face, rubbing his eyes in the process.

"Uh, yeah. I can come." Peter stands up, looking over at the nanotech web shooter on the desk. He sighs, already feeling tomorrow's tire.

"You sure about this Pete? You sound like you need sleep." Tony's quizzical tone makes Peter second guess his decision and walk over to the door of the bedroom, peering out at his work and his friend on the couch.

"I'm sure. I'll-uh-see you later, Mr. Stark." Peter hangs up the phone and walks over to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. He then makes his way back over to the bedroom to his shooter, appearing moments later in the living room.

"Got called into work, huh?" Ned infers, picking up the half full pizza box and making his way over to the kitchen to put it in the fridge.

"Y-yeah." Peter answers, quickly pulling on his jacket and using his web shooter to grab a backpack that sat in the corner of the living room.

"Don't you have more studying to do?" Ned gathers the stray napkins that were scattered around the coffee table.

"I mean yeah, but those exams are later in the week." Peter pats his pockets then frantically begins to search for his phone.

"I'm pretty sure Mr. Stark would let you sit this one out so you can study." Ned walks over to the table next to the front door and picks up Peter's phone from where he placed it moments before.

"Exactly the reason I didn't tell him." He takes his phone from Ned and turns to open the door, but turns back to Ned who was less the happy about the situation. "Listen, man. It'll be fine." They complete a quick but lack luster version of their handshake, then bid their last farewell before Peter was off.

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"Shit, shit, fuck." Peter frantically whisper to himself as he rushed inside the building where his Material Science lecture was, finding the room and quickly sitting toward the back, just after the professor began to review some material. He quietly drops his backpack on the ground and pulls out his phone from his back pocket to text you.

Peter:

Made it to class. If you see skid marks on the ground it was probably me.😂

A minute later he felt his phone vibrate as his professor began to go over testing procedures. He pulls his phone from his pocket and looks at the multiple texts from you.

Y/N👸🏿💞🤓:

Peter Parker! (Just realized I don't know your middle name 😬)

Y/N👸🏿💞🤓:

Don't you have an exam today!? What time did you go to bed?

Y/N👸🏿💞🤓:

Have you eaten?

Y/N👸🏿💞🤓:

Nevermind. I'll meet you with some donuts and a frap after your exam 😁

Peter grins, shakes his head and quickly types out an answer then puts his phone away.

Peter:

Benjamin. And thank so much ❤️😵

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Y/N:

Hey, where you be at? Your frap is melting as we speak.

You look up from your phone and take a sip from your drink, looking around slightly before recieving a text from Peter.

Peter 💋👨👅:

Look behind you 😁

Before you're able too, Peter placed his hands on your shoulders, making you jump slightly and quickly tuck your phone away. "You know you can't do that to me unless you want a black eye that matches the NYU purple of your sweatshirt. Here." You hand him his drink and a donut with chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles then grab a regular glazed for yourself.

"You're a saint." He takes a bite of his donut and savors the flavor for a moment then takes a sip of his drink, having the same reaction. You watch him, eyes scanning his disheveled appearence, a small grin growing on your face that is masked by your own drink when he finally looks back to you.

"I know I am." You sat in silence again for a moment before you spoke up again. "How do you feel you did?"

"Fine. Luckily before I...uh, fell asleep, I studied a good amount. I guess I just went a bit too hard with the, uh, studying because I woke up really late." You nod and take a bite of your donut. "What about you? Did you have any exams today? Or do you have any?"

You quickly swallow your donut, lifting your hands to cover your mouth before speaking. "I have my OChem exam in about 2 hours. I was going to just get to the building early and study and relax before my exam. But then you texted me and I thought that maybe you would want to hang out for a bit? Like walk around Washington Square Park for an hour before I go over to the building… I don't know." You look down and take a sip of your drink, avoiding eye contact until the silence from him became unbearable. You look towards Peter to find him looking at you, eyes sparkling in the morning sun and mouth turning up into an admiring grin. You focus on a curl of his that fell in front of his face for a moment, but eventually shift under his gaze, prompting his response.

"I mean, if you're fine with that. I could also help you study, too-before your test of course. My next class isn't until 11 so I have 3 hours to kill." Peter's nervousness flooded back to him as he reaches back to scratch his neck but forgets to set down his donut, close to rubbing chocolate icing in the back of his neck if you haven't have grabbed the donut from him before his hand reached its destination. "I don't know what I would do without you." He chuckles, finally resting his hand on his neck.

"I feel bad for your aunt. The effort she had to put into keeping you alive all these years." You stand up from the bench you were seated at and balance your drink on the box that now contained 4 donuts, and held out your hand for Peter to take. He stands and does so, but after he retrieves the box from you, now balancing his drink on it as he hugs it close with his left arm, then puts out his right arm for you to take. You interlock your arm in his and hold him close, then head in the direction of Washington Square.

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"Oh good, you came back." Ned walks up to Peter after seemingly pacing and engulfs him in a hug. "I was sure you would've been mad at me for telling him."

"Wait, telling who what?" Peter asks, still in Ned's grasp. A second later his phone begins to ring.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so-" Ned pleas as Peter escapes his hold the fishes out his phone from his pocket.

"Why is Mr. Stark calling me? Facetiming me at that?" Peter's glare towards Ned held a majority fear that was lightly sprinkled with fury, but nonetheless he answers the phone and heads back to his room. "Uh, h-hey Mr. Stark how's-"

"Were you going to tell me you had a midterm or was my only method of finding out your helpful but extremely anxious friend out there?" Even through the screen, Tony's disappointment burned a hole through Peter.

"I-i was going to tell you. Just, later." Peter avoids eye contact and goes to sit on the bottom bunk of the bed.

"Hmmm." Tony nods and rubs his goatee, this gesture being one that Peter hated because something drastic always followed after. "No more missions for the rest of the semester."

"WHAT!? Mr. Stark d-don't you think that's a bit...harsh." Peter's voice lowers to a whisper as he feels Tony's gaze intensify.

"No, I don't, since I seem to be the only one here that's thinking." Tony takes a deep breath and rubs his closed eyes. "I told you before this even started that school comes first. I didn't need you to come last night, I just thought that it would've been good practice for you." He paused a moment, which for Peter felt like an eternity. "I want your assignment schedules from now on, so you won't even have the chance to lie to me about your assignments."

"Yes sir." Tears began to prick Peter's eyes which causes Tony's stern facade to cave.

"Hey kid, come on. Don't look at it as a punishment but rather an opportunity to spend more time with your friends. And that girl you were telling me about." Tony grins as Peter wipes his eyes then turns around, appearing to be talking to someone off screen. "I gotta go Pete, I'll talk to you later. Now go get some studying done. Hey! Go study with that girl." He looks away again. "Alright, alright. Bye Pete." He smiles one last time before hanging up. A smile that instilled a sense of calm in Peter before his heart rate shot up again when he received a text from you.

Y/N👸🏿💞🤓:

How about traveling those three floors for a study sesh? Mj and Nini made cookies and I'm about to put a shit ton of chicken nuggets in the oven. Ask Ned and see if he wants to come too

Peter gets up from the bunk, grinning at your text as he makes his way out to Ned. "Uh...Y/N invited us over to study. You wanna come?" Peter starts to pack his notebooks, textbooks and laptop into his backpack.

"Uh-y-yeah, sure." Ned slowly gets up from the couch where he was worrying in silence moments ago to gather his things. "You're not mad at me?" Peter just shakes his head and purses his lips to form a sad but genuine grin as Ned approaches him. They do their handshake into a bro hug before finally exiting their place.

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"So, y'all make out, almost made it to the point where you and MJ would've had to disinfect the couch and now it's like you're just real great pals?" Armani mocks the recent development in yours and Peter's relationship as you pour the nuggets from the sheet pan into a large bowl.

"I don't know. Listen, we already were moving a bit fast, I guess I felt it was better to slow things down." You shrug and bring the bowl into the living room, placing it on the coffee table and swatting Armani's hand when she went to reach for one. "Not everyone can get to the perfection that is you and MJ so quick, ight."

"Girl, you don't see the way he looks at you ALL THE TIME. And the speed at which he answers your texts, or how fast you answer his. Just jump on each other and get it over with." Armani dips a nugget in the bowl of ketchup and pops it in her mouth just as you pop her upside the head. Not a second later there was a knock at the door.

"MJ, come getcho girl." You call to your roommate, who was currently in the bathroom, and make your way to the door. "Welcome to hell, we have nugs and cookies." You pull Ned into a quick, tight hug then let him pass. Peter takes a step towards you takes a moment to scan your face, seeming to sigh in relief at the sight of you.

"Hi." He lowers his line of sight slightly in order to make eye contact. You study his eyes, realizing a slight pink tint to them, as if he was crying.

"Hi." You grin up at him, surprised slightly when he pulls you into a tight hug, one of those hugs where the person hugging you cradles your head against their chest. You breath in the faint scent of what was left of his cologne as you wrap your arms around his waist.

"You ok?" You ask Peter, earning a hum of affirmation as he breaths in the scent of your hair, which was just in a puff since you were going to get it done after midterms week.

"How was your exam?" His words came out as a mumble against your head. He kisses your hair and pulls away, taking a couple steps into the apartment so you can close and lock the door.

"Fine, but you know how OChem is." You hesitate your answer, missing the warmth of Peter's body on yours. You turn around to walk to the couch, but bump into Peter's solid frame, making him chuckle, you joining a second later. Once the low chuckling between the two of you die down, Peter looks into your eyes for a moment then grasps both sides of your face and kisses you hard. In no time at all your tongues were intertwined, putting an immense amount of passion in the short lived kiss. He pulls away and smiles at you pressing his forehead against yours.

"What chapter is that in? I don't remember learning that!" You place your hands on Peter's arms to look around him at your sarcastic roommate who was smirking toward you two with one hand in the sky and the other around Armani.

"I think that's in a later topic." Ned responds, pretending to flip through his textbook.

You smile bright to Peter and shake your head, pecking his lips one more time before taking his hand, pulling him to the couch. "We better get studying before we get more sarcasm."

"I agree." Peter smiled a knee weakening smile and followed you to the couch.

Part 6

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x black!reader #black reader #spiderman imagine #mj x fem!oc #marvel imagine #marvel #college au

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nazariolahela · 5 years

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Something Domestic: Chapter 2

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a new TRR AU I’ve been working on. This story is told in first-person narrative, from Riley’s (MC) POV. There will likely be smidges of canon in this, but not too much. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

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Synopsis: When Riley Brooks takes a new job as a nanny for the affluent Rhys family in New York’s Upper East Side, she assumes she’s just going to care for the children of the couple who hired her. But instead of just school pick-ups and afternoon snacks, she also finds herself spending time with Liam, the handsome divorced dad. Can Riley control her feelings for Liam while still performing the job she was hired for?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: Riley gets the grand tour of her new employer’s home.

Madeleine walks me through the rest of the penthouse, showing off each room. We make our way to the second floor where the bedrooms and bathrooms are located. The second level has the best view, in my opinion. At the top of the stairs, the floor splits into two wings. Down the west wing, she points out a playroom, and Charlotte and Philip’s rooms, a large bathroom with a soaking tub, and a walk-in shower that’s probably bigger than my entire apartment.

There are doors on either side of the bathroom that lead to the kids’ rooms. We continue down to the end of the hall to the guest room, which has its own half bath. The size of this room makes me think it’s the master bedroom, except for the tiny bath. Looking around, I notice a book and a cell phone charger on the nightstand next to the bed. There is also a bathrobe hanging on the back of the door. This room looks pretty lived-in for being a guest room, and I wonder to myself who else is staying here.

Making our way back, we head down the east wing of the penthouse, and she shows me Liam’s office and the master suite. In the middle of the tour, Madeleine’s phone buzzes and she excuses herself to answer it. Letting my curiosity get the best of me, I slip in through the slightly ajar door to see the most amazing sprawling master bedroom with a four-poster bed. There’s a massive walk-in closet full of designer clothes and shoes.

A single framed photo sits on one of the nightstands. I make my way closer to inspect it and see that it’s a wedding photo. Awkward.

I inspect the photo. Liam looks like the happiest man in the world. Of course, Madeleine isn’t smiling. I’m pretty sure the woman is incapable. I step away from the photo and examine the rest of the bedroom.

To the left, is the five-fixture en-suite master bath. A sliding glass door leads out to a triple-wrap terrace where a fire pit sits in the middle of an eight-piece outdoor sofa set. The view from the balcony is absolutely stunning. The New York skyline sits in front of me like a priceless painting. I slip through the sliding door and make my way across the balcony. As I take in the view, I peek over the railing to see the bustling street below. A girl could get used to this.

“Enjoying the view?” A voice says from behind me, and I jump. I turn around to find Liam standing in the doorway, watching me. Good lord, this man is stunning. I need to control myself if I'm going to be working for him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be out here. Madeleine was giving me a tour, and she had to take a phone call.” I say as my cheeks burn.

He smiles at me, shaking his head. “No biggie. She got a call from work so she asked me to finish giving you the tour. But it seems you’ve already found your way around the place. What do you think so far?”

“This place is incredible. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a home.” I say, turning back to stare out at the cityscape. I feel him behind me, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand.

“It is a pretty spectacular view,” he says, striding across the balcony toward me. “One of the reasons we bought this place is because of this. I fell in love with it the minute I saw it.”

I nod, looking around the balcony. “I can see why.” I don't even know how much he paid for this place, but it’s totally worth it. Note to self: Look up the value of his home on Zillow later tonight. I turn to him, “The place is amazing. Even though it's so spacious, it feels so cozy." I pause. Do I bring up the guest room? I don't know why it's necessary, but before I can stop myself, I blurt out the question. "Uhmmm..one more thing. Just curious if anyone else is going to be living here. I noticed the guest room looks like someone’s been staying in there.”

His body stiffens and he looks down at the ground as his hand rubs the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. That’s actually what I wanted to speak with you about earlier, but the kids were in the room.”

I cock my eyebrow at him. “Oookay?”

He takes a deep breath and his steely blue eyes stare into mine. God, I could get lost in them. His voice wavers as he speaks. “Madeleine and are in the middle of a divorce. That’s her room.”

My own baby blues widen. Well, this just went from zero to awkward AF in about 2.5 seconds. How did I not notice that beforehand? The cold looks she shot him during my interview. The way she sat separately from her family. The martini at 11 o’clock in the morning. “Oh...I see,” I reply, averting my eyes back to the skyline.

“We haven’t told a lot of people yet. The tabloids don’t even know. The only people who know are our families and close friends. And, well you, now. We’re hoping to make this as civilized as possible without upsetting Charlotte and Philip too much. Once everything is finalized, we’re going to tell the kids and she’ll be moving out. In the meantime, she stays in the east wing with the kids.”

“So, what’s up with the wedding photo on the nightstand?”

He sighs deeply and runs his fingers through his hair. “I guess I haven’t gotten around to putting it away yet. Part of me hasn’t accepted that our marriage is over.”

I swallow, not entirely sure how to respond. He's opening up to me, and I don't know how to comfort him. Come to think of it, why does he feel the need to tell me this? I'm not family or close friends. I'm just a stranger. His kids' nanny, actually. I understand why he thinks this is important information for me to know, considering I’m going to be a part of his family’s lives for the foreseeable future, but it seems so personal. I wonder to myself, not daring to ask what happened. As if he’s reading my thoughts, he answers my question.

“She cheated on me. Slept with some stuffy suit from her PR firm. Rashad or something like that.” He turns to me and I catch him watching me out the corner of my eye.

Holy shit. Talk about a scandal. My heart breaks for him. I think to myself how someone could do something like that to someone they supposedly love. Especially someone as good looking as Liam. Even when he’s heartbroken, he looks so kissable. Damnit, Riley. Stop it. This is bordering on inappropriate. The man’s wife betrayed him and he's your motherloving boss, you horny bitch! I push the thoughts back and nod. “I'm sorry to hear that. Forgive me for overstepping, but why are you telling me this?”

He laughs in a rich, deep tone, the sound reverberating through my body. “Well, since you’re practically a part of our family now, I figured that you should know. I’m sorry if it feels like I’m pouring my heart out to you. I just wanted you to be aware of the situation in case it comes up.”

I give him a weak smile and rack my brain, thinking of something to change the subject with. Think Riley, think. After what feels like forever, I speak up. “So, other than your kids and your company, what do you do in your spare time?”

A grin spreads across his face. “Not much since the kids were born, but my best friend Drake owns a tavern a few blocks from here called The Double Tappe. I try to get down there once a week for a drink.”

“Oh my god! I love that place,” I reply. “It’s my favorite Happy Hour spot.” It’s more than that though, It’s practically the hottest dive bar in town for the under-30 crowd. I grin recalling that Hana and I spend every Friday night there sucking down $5 Whiskey Sours and singing karaoke. I rack my brain, trying to think if I’ve seen him there before, but given that I’m some form of intoxicated most of the time, it’s no use.

He nods. “Yeah, it’s gotten pretty popular over the years, much to Drake’s dismay. For a guy whose business thrives on customer service, he’s not the most outgoing person.”

“Drake,” I say to myself, trying to picture him in my head. “Wait... Dark brown hair, always wearing flannel and turning his nose up at anyone who orders something other than whiskey?”

Liam chuckles, “That’s the one. He’s kind of a stickler when it comes to a good spirit. I told him when he opened the place that not everyone drinks whiskey, but he didn’t want to hear it. He almost had to close the doors a few years back because he refused to serve any other drinks. Thankfully, he came to his senses and expanded his menu, but it took a little kicking and screaming for him to get there.”

I giggle. “Well, I’m glad things worked out for him. His bar is great for broke postgrads like myself. Great atmosphere and the drinks are cheap.”

“I’ll be sure to pass that along,” Liam smiles.

We both stand there listening to the sounds of the city before my stomach rudely interrupts. I smile and look at the time on my phone. It’s already past noon and clearly, I’m starting to get hungry. “Well, if there’s nothing more to show me, I suppose I should take off. Thank you again for this opportunity. I'm really looking forward to getting to know you and your family."

He reaches over and places his hand on my arm to stop me, then pulls it back. "Hey...if you don't have plans, how about we go get a bite to eat?"

I eye him warily. Did he really just invite me to lunch? He's extremely attractive, but he's also my boss. One lunch won't hurt, right? However, what would the agency say if they found out I was taking private lunches with employers? As I wage an inner battle with my thoughts, he clears his throat.

"I'm sorry. That was inappropriate. I don't want you to think I'm making a pass at you. I know how seriously you take your job."

I smile back at him. "Oh, no. It's fine. I'm actually supposed to meet my roommate in a little while. Umm...but I'll see you bright and early Monday morning."

He smiles and leads me back inside through the penthouse and back to the elevator. As I reach the foyer, I turn back to him and catch his eye. His gaze bores into me and my breath catches in my chest. Why do I suddenly feel flushed? Before I let my hormones take over and do something stupid, I extend my hand out and shake his. "Okay then. See you on Monday!" I say again a little too enthusiastically. The elevator door dings and I exhale, thanking the Gods for getting me out of this awkward situation. As I step in and turn around, I catch him smiling at me as the doors close.

Once the elevator makes its descent, I pull out my phone and immediately dial Hana. She picks up on the second ring.

"Hey! How did it go?"

Hoo boy, that's a loaded question. Do I tell her about the last sexually-charged hour? Shut up, Riley. It wasn't like that. Was there really chemistry between us or is it all in my head?

"Great! How about you meet me at our spot in half an hour and I'll tell you all about it over lunch?"

Her bubbly reply rings through the speaker. "Can't wait. See you soon!"

I hang up the phone and take a deep breath. When the elevator stops, and the doors glide open, I gather my thoughts and stride out into the lobby. The same receptionist is still at her perch, still catching up on her celebrity gossip.

Hmm...I notice that Liam and Madeleine are on the cover of her magazine with their children, looking like the perfect family. I frown as I think about how their situation really is. The receptionist looks up from her magazine, side-eying me as I wave goodbye and make my way out the front door to the busy sidewalk outside.

I stop for a moment and take a deep breath as the city buzzes with activity. I wave for a cab, and as one slows in front of me, I reflect on the last hour. Did all of that really just happen? Something about the way his eyes sparkled when he talked to me. I wonder if he felt it too. Either that or I totally imagined it and that’s just how looks at everyone. Maybe that's why Madeleine cheated. No, Riley. You don't know the whole situation so stop making assumptions. I swing open the cab door and climb inside. As I give the driver the address to the restaurant, I look back at the building and say a silent prayer for my sanity.

#trr au #trr fanfic #liam rhys #madeleine karlington #riley brooks #the royal romance #playchoices fanfic #something domestic #nanny au #nazariolahela fanfic

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romaniassexdungeon · 5 years

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Mets and Cooper’s Alternative Detective Agency - Chapter 1

Pairing: OzEst (others to come)

Summary: Logan was a single dad, wanting nothing more than to help, and Eduard was just trying to survive. A stolen bike case brings them together as it unravels into something far more sinister, and the start of something special.

Warnings: Homelessness, more to come :)

Hey y'all, it's ya gays Romaniassexdungeon and @larsmoorenhateblog back with another OzEst fic that will probably be sad, and happy, and some dumb, horny humour will be coming out of Oz's mouth. OzEst is slowly picking up shippers now, so to the total three or so other shippers, enjoy! And to anyone who hasn't heard this pairing but is curious: please give this dumb ship a chance and maybe you'll like it. Anyway, this is a detective au and touches upon some sad, yikes stuff, warnings will be added when needed.

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Logan - Australia

Harriet - Atlantium oc (don’t fear the ocs, it’s okay)

~bring back line breaks~

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“Bathroom’s down the hall,” said Logan, “kitchen’s to your right. It’s a box room, I’m afraid, but...” He trailed off, opening the door at the end of the hall. Eduard stepped into his new room, unable to even begin to know how to respond.

He knew he was being stupid. He was making the exact same mistake, but he was too hungry, too tired, to care. Just like last time. And he hated how he was most likely sacrificing freedom for food. Eduard wasn’t a stupid, naive kid this time, but here he was.

“Dinner’s gonna be an hour,” Logan continued, “but feel free to have a snack, if you want. There’s bread, and…” He trailed off, biting his lip. “I’ll let you unpack.” Then he left.

Eduard stood in the middle of the room before sinking onto the bed. It was so, so soft. He’d forgotten what it was like to feel comfortable. He hugged his bag to his chest and looked around. It was a tiny room, just enough space for a single bed and one set of drawers. No personal touches, except a painting of Uluru opposite him.

He didn’t want to unpack. It didn’t feel quite real, and he wanted to make sure he could make a quick getaway.

Logan poked his head back round the door. “I don’t mean to be, well… but feel free to use the shower before dinner. There’s a blue towel on the rack for you.”

...

Earlier that day, Eduard shuffled through the automatic doors of the local supermarket. The security guard looked at him like something he’d scraped off his shoe. Eduard pressed on, trying not to sweat or fidget. He took a breath, and walked calmly down the first aisle. He knew he was homeless, but a homeless person was allowed to go shopping, right? He desperately needed food.

Too desperately.

He had enough change for a chocolate bar. Proof he was buying something, and wasn’t suspicious. Even as a child, it always set him into a state of paranoia, leaving a shop without buying something, a precursor to anxiety. Or maybe he’d always had anxiety.

He saw a tin of spam, and slipped it into his jacket pocket. Not too greedy now, just enough for a few days. Then maybe he could try begging. Maybe he could risk being out on a main street for a day.

Maybe he should just end it all. It wasn’t like anyone would mourn him.

It would solve a lot of crime, though.

He’d only felt that low once before, completely uninterested in what happened to him and whether or not he lived any longer. He just sighed and picked up a sandwich. He missed grainy, brown bread. Egg and cress, fancy. He glanced around before stuffing five chocolate bars down his trousers.

He didn’t bother with the fridge section. He needed food that lasted. Maybe, if he rationed, he could last for a week.

Maybe, he could get away with this.

“Sir?”

Eduard froze. “Yes?” It could only last so long, after all, the perfect crime. He wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.

“Are you paying for that?”

He pivoted on his heel to see a young man, not more than 18, looking straight at him suspiciously, like he’d been waiting for this. Had he been following him around the store, or had Eduard not noticed a camera?

“…Yes.” He was out of practice, lying. He’d been so good at it as a kid. No, mother, I’ve never drunk an alcohol in my life.

He considered his escape routes, thinking about handcuffs and ways to incapacitate a man with a pen. Or maybe he should give himself up; there was food in prison. There was also the chance of him not lasting more than a day. But if he tried to escape, the security guard could catch up to him, and kick the shit out of him. And he probably wasn’t going to be arrested. They’d just ban him from the store, right? “Sir, would you please come with-“

Another man came up behind him, his voice deep and authoritative. Eduard was scared, too stiff to turn and look.

“Hey. Is there a problem?”

“No, no, just-“

“I’m a cop. I can take it from here.”

The young man looked up at him, as if considering his options. As if wondering if his weekend job was really worth the effort of dragging this guy into a back room to wait and do things the official way.

“Thank you, officer.”

Eduard’s blood ran cold.

“Show me what you have.”

Refusing to meet either pair of eyes, Eduard took the sandwich and chocolate bars out, one by one. He handed them to the shelf-stacker. He considered keeping the spam, but the cop was massive and could probably break him, so he handed that over too.

Satisfied, the cop nodded. “Come with me.”

He escorted him out. Maybe he’d have had a chance escaping a supermarket. Prison was another thing entirely. His hand was firm on his shoulder as he marched past shelves, through the automatic doors, and swiftly let go the moment they were out of sight.

“Sorry about that, mate.”

Eduard touched his shoulder where he’d grabbed it, squinting. “What?”

“About making you empty all your stuff out. Had to make it believable.”

“Right, right. What?”

The cop laughed. “They rarely ask for a badge if they don’t care. And that guy definitely didn’t.”

“So you’re…”

“Not a pig, no. Not anymore. You’re safe, don’t worry.”

“You were, uh…”

“Lying, yeah. Again, really sorry about your food. I can make it up to you if you want.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to. Where are you staying?”

“Why do you wanna know?”

“To help. If that’s alright.”

“How?”

“A bed for the night. Or a few nights. A meal.”

He dithered.

“Look, I get it, stranger danger. But I can help you, and I want to. If you want me to.” He shrugged. “Seems like it would help you more than arresting you.”

Common sense weighed against his hunger. “It would. If you’re sure.”

...

Eduard couldn’t believe a man with a 9-year-old daughter was letting a homeless stranger stay in his flat. There had to be something else going on.

The three of them were crowded round a rickety table in the corner of the main room. The girl - Harriet - looked at him. Stared at him. She didn’t know what to make of him, and he couldn’t blame her. He didn’t want to think about what he must have looked like, dirty and wolfing down his food like it was his first meal in months - which maybe it was, though he’d long since lost track of time.

He’d turned down Logan’s suggestion of a shower. He may have been hasty in accepting his help, but he wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t about to get naked under his roof, give him a full preview.

If this whole place was like the last time, then he wanted to know just what a small child was doing here. Or maybe he didn’t. No - he definitely didn’t. But he could guess.

“How was school?”

“Not bad. We learnt multiplication.”

Maybe it wasn’t as cruel as he assumed. Maybe she was just there to lull him into a false sense of security. You could trust a parent with a little girl, especially one like Harry, well taken care of and happy, learning multiplication and smiling at her dad like that. He was almost offended at the lack of care put into the script. Multiplication? That’s right, keep it vague. Keep it believable. Then they’d have him, right?

And really, who looked at their kid like that anyway? Logan smiled at Harry like she was coming first in a marathon when she was only dipping frozen chicken nuggets in ketchup. No parent actually looked at their kids like that, no matter what stories said.

“Is the whole business with Lina over?”

She nodded, skewering a kebab of curly fries onto her fork. “Mhmm. She gave Princess Cheesy back and I gave her kitty back.”

“Good, good. So, no more fighting?”

“No more fighting.”

“Good. Eduard, you settling in alright?”

Eduard nodded, mouth full of nugget. “Yeah. Thank you so much. This food is amazing.” He was raised to have no option other than polite, and it was delicious.

“I just threw it in the oven.”

He raised his eyebrows. “More than can be said for most of what I’ve eaten lately.”

“Well, there’s more if you want it.”

He nodded, but it felt greedy. He didn’t like to ask for seconds, but the longer this went on, the longer the illusion of safety would last.

Logan piled more chicken nuggets onto his plate, then picked at the curly fries Harry didn’t want, and Eduard ate in silence. He’d always been a slow eater. Now that the blood was flowing in his body again, the ravenous desperation subsiding, he was more than happy to take his time. He savoured them, knowing it may be his only chance to do it.

Harry sat at the coffee table on the other side of the room and drew, whipping out a box of 50 colouring pencils like she meant business. Right, get her out of the way. When she left the room, he knew it was going to happen.

When he was finished, Logan took his plate and washed it up. Nothing else happened.

Logan turned to him, awkwardly hovering by the sink.

“Wanna watch TV?”

Eduard had no idea how to respond.

“Or you can get cleaned up and go to sleep.”

He nodded. It was bound to happen. But Logan left him to it and sat down to watch some nature show. Was he supposed to get clean before anything happened? Were other people showing up later?

After ten minutes of silence, Harry walked over to him and handed him a drawing. It was a decent drawing, for a child, he guessed, of a hairy, messy - apparently smelly from the lines coming from him - homeless man.

“It’s you.” She didn’t need to tell him that, but she did anyway. Last time he’d seen himself in the mirror had been at a client’s house, checking a bruise on his neck, but it was still obvious.

“Thank you,” he said in a small voice. Did she do this for everyone, or was he the first person they’d lured here?

He hated the stubble she’d drawn on. He could feel how rough and patchy it was, and missed shaving. Logan would probably force him to shave it, make him look younger and prettier.

Logan looked over his shoulder. “Harry! Don’t draw smell lines on people!”

“But he’s stinky!”

He put his hands on his hips. “That’s very rude. Say sorry!”

She groaned. “Sorry.”

She was right, though. Or maybe it was a ploy to get him in the shower. He really wanted one, though.

...

Eduard was freshly showered, and still apparently safe. He stepped into the box room, having said goodnight to Logan, in pyjamas far too big for him and a pair of woolly socks Logan had never used, apparently. Because who needed woolly socks in Australia?

It did get ridiculously cold at night, though, and Eduard would probably take anything just to not be sleeping in a tent.

As he slipped under the duvet, something warm brushed against his butt. He jumped, and pulled out a hot water bottle.

And that was when he broke.

He hugged it tightly against its chest like it was the only source of heat in a frozen wasteland, as something caught in his throat. He had almost forgotten how it felt to cry. Things just stopped bothering him. But this, this tiny gesture, this faded red hot water bottle with its threadbare cover, this was what broke him. Call it what you will - compassion, attention to detail, lulling him into a false sense of security, it left him curled up on the bed sobbing. He cried until his eyes could barely stay open with exhaustion.

He didn’t want to let his guard down and sleep, but as soon as he curled up around the water bottle and his head hit the pillow, he was gone.

...

Maybe it was best he shouldn’t stay.

The sun hadn’t begun rising yet, but a grey light was filtering through the windows. Out of habit, Eduard felt for his bag, held with him all night under the covers. Not stolen. Not necessarily an indicator of safety.

His tent was still on top, for some reason, and he wasn’t freezing or boiling. He bolted up and found himself in his new room, under a heavy duvet, water bottle next to him.

It had seemed like a dream, to be honest. The kind where he’d wake up, forget where he was, and, when he remembered, reality ate at his will to live just a little more. Sometimes, he dreamed he had a family. Sometimes he dreamed about Evelin.

He needed to leave before he was trapped.

He slipped a coat on over his pyjamas and searched for his shoes, then put his bag on his back and slipped out of the room.

He found his clothes - cleaned for the first time since he put them on, probably - on the radiator. There was still a lingering smell of B.O., but they were crisp and warm and not covered months worth of dirt. Eduard had always hated being dirty. He hated grimy conditions, but recent circumstances had made that the least of his problems. He packed the clothes away in his bag.

He didn’t want to steal from Logan, not when the man had only given him reasons to trust him, so far, but he doubted the supermarket would be so forgiving if they saw him again.

He looked in the cupboards and pulled out tins of soup and mackerel. He could last on that, then, maybe, the taste of living in a real home where he was safe, and throwing it all away in fear, would finally push him over the edge.

“If you stick around, I’ll do you a fry-up.”

Eduard yelped and jumped, dropping tins all over the floor. Logan was leaning against the door, looking at him in amusement. Now he was in for it. At best, Logan would throw him out, at worst… well, he was definitely trapped now.

“I’m sorry,” he squeaked, picking up the tins, “I’m sorry, I- I’m sorry! I just-”

“I get it. Look, stay here a bit. I promise, it’s okay. At least until you get a job and somewhere to stay. You don’t have to do this.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” he asked, a lump in his throat. “What do you want? What sort of thing are you running here?”

“Running- nothing. Look, I’m just trying to help. I like helping people. That’s why I became a cop, and, well, I think this way is gonna help more people. One at a time, but, well, would a criminal record help you?”

He put the last one back in the cupboard. “There’s food in prison too.”

“I’m not sending you to prison.”

He turned to him. “You don’t know anything about me, and you’re letting me live with you? With your kid? What if I’m dangerous?”

“I know you’ve been handed some rough cards and you need a hand.”

“This isn’t a hand, this is a whole arm. You’re inviting a crazy stranger into your house with a kid. I’m not going to hurt her but I question your judgment.”

“You’re not gonna hurt her?”

“Course not.”

“Then I’m satisfied.”

“That’s exactly what someone who’d hurt your kid would say, though. You really think I’m trustworthy?”

“I mean, if something did happen, I know you know I’d break you in half easily. But also, you seen trustworthy.”

Eduard squirmed. He wasn’t.

“So, want some breakfast?”

His stomach rumbled and he sighed.

...

“Can I use your computer?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

A night had turned into two, into three, into a week. He hadn’t been trapped yet. It would be a weird gambit to play, to keep him safe for this long. He wondered what he was playing at.

Eduard sat at the desk at Logan’s old PC and set up a throwaway email address. It was a long shot - he doubted she still used the same address from when she was 15- but it was something.

Evie,

No.

Evelin,

Also bad. He’d never called her Evelin in his life. Oh well. She knew who she was.

I’m safe.

But was he, though? Logan may have worn him down, but he wasn’t that naïve. Maybe he was playing a long game, trying to break him emotionally by betraying him.

I’m alive.

After all this time, there was so much he had to say to her. And so much more he never wanted her to know. What would she say, he thought, if she saw him now? Maybe the less he said the better. He always was good at being concise.

I’m alive. I love you. Don’t look for me.

Eduard.

#ozest #APH Estonia #APH Australia #Hetalia fic #aph atlantium #mets and cooper's alternative detective agency #hetalia estonia #hetalia australia

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staytheb · 5 years

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Formal

Pairing: SKZ’s Chan x OC [Jyongri] || SKZ’s Hyunjin x OC [Nayoung] Genre: school!au, slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 3,649 Summary: Chan and Hyunjin find out that their crushes like them back, but Jyongri and Nayoung don’t plan on confirming this and run away instead.

Warning: none... i think. maybe swear words. i honestly forgot. lol

yeah, bang chan pops up a lot. lol other than that, my sister does have a top 3, but still leaves me wondering who i should write her with. lol as for the title it’s another double meaning. Formal as in Winter Formal which is like a dance and then the other Formal of being recognized and validated. lol i hope that makes sense, but anyways, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

revised. 9.10.20

"Just confess already." Jyongri told Nayoung as the duo were outside the dance room.

"I'll confess if you confess, too." Nayoung countered.

The two best friends were hanging out after school and stopped by the dance room to see the people inside dancing. More in particular it was so that Nayoung could watch her crush from a distance while he danced with his seven friends.

"You're the one that's way more obvious than me." Jyongri remarked. "Besides I think Chan's dating Sana so there's no point in confessing to him."

"They're not together."

"How do you know?"

"Jisung." Nayoung smirked.

"I don't trust anything that comes out of that squirrel's mouth."

"Don't be mean. He doesn't look that much like a squirrel."

"Have you seen his mouth full of food?"

"No."

"Just wait until you do."

"Whatever. Anyways, if you confess to Chan, then I'll confess to Hyunjin."

"I already told you I won't confess because he's already dating someone else."

"I just told you that Jisung said that they weren't."

"And I ain't gonna trust shit from that damn idiot."

In the midst of their bantering the best friends didn't notice the door opening revealing two people.

"Oh, hey. Are you guys here to see me?" Minho asked with a smirk.

"No." The girls chorused as Changbin laughed. "They're probably here for you know who, Minho."

"No we're not." They chimed once again at the same time.

"Oh really?" Minho mused before smirking wider. "We're taking a break and so have time to hangout."

"No thanks." Nayoung answered as Jyongri agreed. "Yeah. We're good."

"Oh, yeah?" Minho confirmed with a mischievous expression. "So you won't do anything if I tell them that you like them?"

"No." The girls deadpanned with a neutral expression not believing the male.

"Okay! Changbin, help me!"

Changbin took a hold of Jyongri while Minho took a hold of Nayoung and the boys pulled the girls inside the dance room with them.

"Hey, Hyunjin! Nayoung likes you!" Minho exclaimed mischievously as Changbin did the same thing. "And Chan, Jyongri likes you!"

"Minho's just joking! Don't listen to him!" Nayoung denied as she pulled her arm from his grip.

"Yeah, Changbin's doesn't know what he's talking about either." Jyongri added with a laugh while pushing Changbin away from her. "Uh, bye!"

Jyongri ran out of the room leaving Nayoung behind.

"This girl." Nayoung muttered before feeling Minho's elbowing her side. "What?"

"Hyunjin's coming this way."

"I hate you."

Nayoung shoved Minho away, too, as she high-tail out of the room just like Jyongri.

"Aww, this time I thought you two would actually get their confession." Jisung said with a pout. "I had such high hopes."

"Hmm, I mean, the girls don't have to confess. These two could just do it, too." Jeongin suggested while looking at his friends. "Right?"

"They could, but it depends if these two have the courage to do so." Seungmin said while pointing at Chan and Hyunjin with a smile.

"Was this like some big secret that you're all telling us this stuff now?" Chan asked while looking at his friends. "Because I hope it's not a joke."

"It's not a joke, Chan." Jisung replied. "Those two have a crush on you guys since forever, but they're in denial and just play it off as y'all being cute even as friends."

"Yeah, I have to agree." Changbin confirmed with a nod. "It's kinda weird."

"Well, it's not like we'll be able to find them now since they ran off." Hyunjin reasoned with a shrug. "There's no point in chasing them if they ran off in the first place."

"Jyongri's usually spends a lot of time in the library even during her free time. She probably hiding over there since I think she thinks that Chan isn't the reading type because of his athleticism." Seungmin informed the group with a laugh. "It's kinda stereotypical, but she mentioned it this one time when she had to do a project with this girl, but the girl kept making excuses about basketball practices."

"I go to the library, some times." Chan pouted, but no one agreed or disagree with him as they just laughed instead.

"And Nayoung's probably at 3RACHA since she helps run the store with Ms. Ahn." Felix added. "I know she's always there during lunch time since she's the main person that runs 3RACHA when Ms. Ahn isn't there."

"Good. Maybe you guys can ask them out for Winter Formal." Minho smiled. "Now go before I ask them instead to make the both of y'all jealous."

"Actually, I have a plan or two that can make it a little more fun." Jisung smiled wide as his eyes sparkled.

~~~~~~~~

Jyongri did go to the library. She was on the second floor finishing her homework before going home. Jyongri would have done it at home, but she was always interrupted by her niece ever since her older brother and sister-in-law separated since the summer and her brother had custody of the child. She was in the midst of a math problem when she heard the two chairs besides her scraped against the floor and she looked up to see two of her friends, Yugyeom and BamBam.

"Um, what are you guys doing here?" Jyongri asked them with a suspicious look.

"Can't we come to the library and read, Riri?" BamBam asked with a hurt face as Jyongri rolled her eyes before answering. "Y'all don't even read and I'm surprised you even found me up here."

"Well, it's not hard to miss that blonde and pink hair of yours." Yugyeom reasoned with a laugh before pouting. "And we know how to navigate the school. The library is just as important."

"Mmhmm." Jyongri closed her books while putting them away and speaking at the same time. "So, what do you guys want from me?"

"We need you to settle a bet between the two of us." The males chorused as she cast them a suspicious look. "Why me?"

"Because you're unbiased and the only one that's free." Yugyeom reasoned.

"No, I'm not. I was finishing homework."

"You can do that at home. That's why it's homework." BamBam stated.

"Doesn't matter." Jyongri dismissed them. "What kind of bet is it?"

"You have to judge us on our basketball skills at the gym." BamBam informed her and Jyongri scoffed. "Y'all don't even play basketball. Heck, y'all don't even play any type of sports. So why would you guys make a bet about that?"

"If I win, BamBam has to buy me all of the Chris Brown's album." Yugyeom said as BamBam added his. "And if I win, then Yugyeom has to buy me two pet cats."

"Y'all are stupid with your bets."

"If you come, then we'll buy you any bubble tea drink you want for the rest of the school year." Both males suggested as Jyongri contemplated the idea.

~~~~~~~~

"Thanks for being such a dear, Nayoung." Ms. Ahn thanked her student as Nayoung was putting away the last bits of the supplies in their respective places.

"No worries, Ms. Ahn. I love to help out 3RACHA." Nayoung said with a smile. "It'll definitely help me out when I go to college and major in business."

"Lovely. I'll make sure to put in a good word so just let me know."

"Will do! Is there anything else you would like me to do before I go?"

"Just organize everything and make sure everything's ready for tomorrow. I'll be back after a market run. I forgot to pick up some more muffins and cup noodles. Don't worry about locking up. I'll make sure to do that as I leave in a bit." Ms. Ahn informed Nayoung as Nayoung gave her the OK sign.

While Nayoung's back was to the door she didn't notice that another student, Chanyoung, had slipped into the classroom just as Ms. Ahn was leaving it at the same time. She greeted the male student before leaving and Chanyoung quietly creeped up behind Nayoung.

"Boo!" Chanyoung scared Nayoung as she jerked forward before turning around to smack whoever had spook her.

"Ahh, Chanyoung! You're so annoying." Nayoung commented as the male just laughed at her reaction.

Nayoung smacked him until he finally backed away from her and quieted down his laughter.

"Why are you here, Chanyoung?" Nayoung asked him as she went back to finish what she was doing.

Chanyoung stood to the side of her so that he could still be in her line of sight before asking her a question. "Did you forget what today was?"

"It's a Wednesday."

"Yes, but you were supposed to watch me practice my dance routine."

"When did I say that?"

"Last week."

"I don't remember."

"I messaged you about it and you said you would come."

"Probably missed it."

"Wow. What a great friend you are."

"I know right. Besides, don't you have your other friends to watch you? Like Jeongseung or Dylan?"

"Nah. They have their own thing to do today."

"Why do I need to watch you today, anyways? Can't I like do it tomorrow?"

"No. Because I'll be performing it in dance class and so there's no use for you to watch me tomorrow."

"Oh, I see."

"So, will you or not?" Chanyoung asked once again before a knowing smile graced his lips. "Or do I gotta convince you with food?"

~~~~~~~~

Jyongri agreed to help Yugyeom and BamBam as a boba a day was worth it. It wasn't until she got shoved into the gym and locked in by her two friends as she thought she was supposed to help them with their bet. She tried to push the door open, but it wouldn't budge. She knew they were holding it in place so that she couldn't get out.

"I knew it was a set-up. Why did I second guess my gut feeling? Ugh, this is what happens when you're easily bribed by yummy goodness." Jyongri grumbled as she turned away from the door and scanned the empty gym except for several basketballs scattered about the court.

Jyongri tried again to open the doors, but no use and so headed towards the balls instead knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to leave although she wondered why there was only two doors to exit the gym and not several more like she's seen in other places. Jyongri dumped her backpack by one of the bleachers and went to observed the balls since they should have been cleaned up and put on the rack instead of laying about. Might as well shoot some hoops while she was stuck in the gym until they decided to let her leave. When she picked up one she noticed that there was some markings on it and realized that someone had written on it.

"A question mark?" Jyongri said with furrowed eyebrows before glancing at another ball and walked towards it, picked it up, and read the word on it. "To."

"I swear, if this is another trick, BamBam and Yugyeom are gonna wish they didn't send me here." Jyongri mumbled although she was low-key curious as to what the sentence would be once she figured it out.

Soon enough she began to gathered the other six balls, read each word on them, and then started rearranging them to make a question that would make sense. When she was done within several minutes did she take a few steps back to admire her work and read out the words on the basketballs out loud.

"Will you go to formal with me?"

"Yes or no?"

Jyongri heard a male voice suddenly asked from behind her. When Jyongri turned around she came face to face with Chan who was holding a basketball in each hand with 'yes' written on one and the other written with 'no'.

"Ahh, so this is the real reason." Jyongri said with an awkward laugh before looking up to hide any embarrassment that might have surfaced upon her face while muttering the last bits to herself. "Those two will suffer for setting me up though."

"Um, yeah." Chan confirmed with a sheepish laugh before apologizing. "Sorry about BamBam and Yugyeom. I asked them to help me with this since Jisung was the one that came up with this idea."

"Of course, Jisung would be involved, too." She said with a shake of her head before she muttered the last bit more to herself. "That nosy and busy-body squirrel."

"So will that be a yes or no?" Chan asked while feeling a bit unsteady as Jyongri hadn't given him an answer yet.

"Do you have one that says maybe on it?" Jyongri asked hopefully although she wasn't sure why she was running away from this since it seemed her crush liked her back, too.

"Sorry, no. I do not." Chan laughed before letting out a sad and heavy sigh. "You can just say no, Jyongri. You don't have to go with me to formal just because I asked you by kinda trapping you in the gym to do so."

"No, Chan, it's not that. I do want to go to formal with you, but it's weird how this just came to be." Jyongri admitted with a shy look. "That's all."

"Oh, so that's a yes?" Chan held up his right hand that had the ball with 'yes' written on it.

Jyongri was about to deny it, but realized that she had just admitted her feelings to her crush just a few seconds ago. It finally clicked that he wanted to go to formal with her even though the way he asked her was somewhat of a set-up. Anyways, Jyongri nodded in confirmation as Chan let out a quiet yes while tossing the ball in his left hand behind him. He dribbled the ball in his right hand while coolly walking closer to Jyongri and when he reached her he coolly shot the ball towards the hoop, but it hit the rim and bounced out of bounds instead.

"Smooth, Chan, very smooth." Jyongri teased as Chan faced her like nothing had happened with the ball. "I hope that even though you didn't make the shot, you're still gonna take me to formal, right?"

"Why thank you, Jyongri, and yes I still wanna take you to formal." He thanked her with a wide grin before it turned into a sheepish look a second later. "Now that we're still gonna go to formal together I have to confess something."

"What's that?"

"I like you." Chan confessed with an adorable expression on his face.

"So Nayoung was right that you weren't dating Sana."

"No, we're not dating. We're just friends."

"Alright, embarrassing, but whatever." Jyongri rolled her eyes at her own dumb self before giving Chan a shy look. "Since you already said it, I like you, too, Chan."

Chan let out a relieved breath while making a fist in a victory like pose.

"Okay, good. Because it would haven totally been awkward if you said no and if you didn't like me back. I really thought the boys were messing with me."

"Well, now you know the truth. I'll see you tomorrow because I'm gonna go home."

"How about I walk with you home?"

"You live on this side of town so there's no point in you double tracking."

"What if I don't mind double tracking?"

"What if I just don't want you to walk me home?"

"Then, I'll be sad, but respect your decisions."

"You're sweet."

"Uh, thanks?"

Chan said in a questioningly like tone as Jyongri let out a chuckle before remembering the basketballs.

"Um, you won't get in trouble for destroying school property, right?"

She indicated at the balls as Chan looked at them, too.

"Um, maybe a little, but if I just put them away, no one may know who's the real culprit."

"Ohh, I like that idea. Let's hurry and put them away and then you can take me home."

Jyongri suggested while she turned around to began picking up the ball as Chan followed suit.

"I thought you didn't want me to walk you home?"

"I lied, but don't ponder on that too much, just help me put away the balls so that you won't get in trouble and we can't go to formal together."

"Gotcha." Chan obeyed with a laugh as helped Jyongri put away the basketballs.

~~~~~~~~

"Just wait for me here. I forgot something and need it for my performance." Chanyoung informed Nayoung as he opened the door for her to enter. "I'll be back soon."

"Okay." Nayoung replied while entering the dance room.

Not really looking around the room or the person within it, Nayoung sat herself down against the wall and pulled out her phone as she waited for Chanyoung's return. Hyunjin frowned upon being ignored unintentionally by Nayoung as she hadn't noticed him upon entering the room. Although he was standing in the center of the room while carrying a stuffed animal in each hand despite feeling a bit ridiculous as time ticked by.

"What's taking Chanyoung so long to come back?" Nayoung muttered in annoyance as she turned her head to look at the door. "He better not be playing with me."

When Nayoung's eyes actually scanned the room to pass the time she finally noticed the other person in the room. Even though Hyunjin was her crush Nayoung wasn't gonna let him get away with mad-dogging her. From her position she spoke out to him instead of standing up and going over to him.

"Why are you mean-mugging me?"

"I'm not." Hyunjin responded while trying to fix his expression, but it wasn't working.

"Yeah you are. You're basically glaring at me and I don't know why. What did I ever do to you?"

"Nothing, Nayoung. You didn't do anything." Hyunjin answered with an apologetic expression, before shooting her a look. "And I was not glaring at you."

"Okay, Hyunjin. Whatever you say." Nayoung dismissed the topic and switching to another. "Why are you just standing there and holding stuffed animals?"

"Well, Nayoung, I was gonna ask you to formal, but it seems like you're not interested." Hyunjin said with a heavy sigh as he dropped his hands to his side with the plushies still held tightly in his grip.

"What makes you think I'm not interested?"

"You didn't acknowledged me when you came inside."

"So, basically, you're salty that I didn't notice you and that's why you were mad-dogging me earlier?"

"Yes, I mean no." Hyunjin admitted before correcting himself to seem like it didn't bother him.

Nayoung chuckled at his behavior before realizing something.

"Chanyoung doesn't have a dance thing does he?"

"No." Hyunjin answered with a slight smile.

"Which means he's not coming back, right?"

"Yes."

"Seriously, y'all play too much."

Nayoung stood up while adjusting her backpack onto her back. Hyunjin slightly panicked believing that Nayoung was just gonna leave without giving him an answer and he rushed towards her.

"Wait. Where are you going?"

"Nowhere. I'm just stretching my legs."

Nayoung gave him a weird look while giving him a once over.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just thought you were gonna ignore me again without giving me an answer about formal."

"You never asked me about formal, Hyunjin."

"I thought I did."

"No. You were too busy being salty." Nayoung teased as Hyunjin rolled his eyes before asking her the question. "Will you go to formal with me?"

"Well, that depends. Will I get to keep both of them?" Nayoung asked while pointing at the grey and blue koala plush dolls in his hold.

"If you say, yes, then you can have both." Hyunjin answered with a smile while holding them up and out towards Nayoung.

Upon closer inspection Nayoung tilted her head as they looked quite familiar despite the words 'yes' and 'no' being written on their tummies.

"These look like the ones I've been missing for a few weeks except for the words written on them."

Hyunjin shrugged. "I dunno. Jisung gave them to me earlier."

"That little brat. He was the one that stole them in the first place even when I asked him about it. Wow. He even wrote on them, too! What a brat."

"Well, here you go." Hyunjin smiled returning the stuffed animals to their rightful owner.

"I haven't said yes yet."

"Oh, then should I take them back?"

Hyunjin teased as he took back the plushies and raised them above his head.

"Hey, no fair!" Nayoung exclaimed with a pout as she tried to reach for her toys, but Hyunjin had really long arms despite her own tall height as well.

Hyunjin glanced down at her with a playful look. "Say yes and I'll give it back to you."

"Are you trying to bribe me in going to formal with you?"

"Technically, yes, but I now know that you want to go with me so I'm also trying to get you to confess that you like me, too."

Nayoung stopped trying to reach for her dolls and gave Hyunjin a neutral look.

"Okay, Hyunjin, so I do like you. So what?"

"I like you, too, Nayoung."

"Oh, I see."

She suddenly became shy as Hyunjin laughed, brought down her koala bears, and returned them to her.

"Thanks." Nayoung thanked him before staring at their stomachs. "I wonder how long it'll take to wash out the marker."

"We can find out right now. Mr. Seo should still be in the art room."

"Is this you trying to help me or an excuse to spend more time together?"

"Um, both?"

"That's cute." Nayoung chuckled before handing him the grey koala with the word 'no' on it. "You're responsible for him."

She held up the blue koala with 'yes' on it. "I'll take care of him."

Hyunjin smiled finally getting the answer he wanted.

#staytheb #stray kids scenarios #bang chan #hwang hyunjin

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This post one for Part 8, hope you enjoy-Part 8: Backfire

A few weeks later and Blue was struggling to say the least

After literally everyone figured out that he was having a kid, they all were trying to take it easy on him even though he insisted over, over, and over again that he was fine. So he was a bit upset about that, but even though they weren’t letting him do anything they were all surprisingly listening to him. But despite that they weren’t finding It. They were now at Muffet’s Blue, Dust, and Nightmare were sitting at the bar. Blue wasn’t drinking ofcourse. So Muffet felt like she had to say-

“Blue are you sure you don’t want anything? I have food and not everything is alcohol.”

Blue awkwardly smiled and reassured Muffet, saying-

“I’m fine Muffet really but thanks.”

“Fine, fine, what about you Mr. Nightmare, anything else you want?”

Muffet asked looking over at Nightmare, he just shook his head and said-

“You don’t need to call me that, and I’m fine thank you.”

“Ok then”

Nightmare sat there drinking his drink for a little, when he heard what he thought was a drink spilling near him. He chuckled and jokingly said-

“Hey Blue, did you piss on the stool or something?”

Nightmare said chuckling, he didn’t hear a laugh or a snarky comment so he looked over and saw that Blue had a nervous look. He then noticed that Blue’s stomach began to form, shining a light blue tint. Blue nervously said-

“N-Nope…”

The four at the bar started internally panicking, no one else saw what was going on. It was quiet for a second, nobody really knowing what to say or do.

After a few seconds Dust whispered-

“Should we...steal an ambulance?..”

“Dust! Ambulances don’t just fall from the sky!”

Nightmare tried to whisper but it still ended up being somewhat loud. Muffet took a deep breath and rolled her eyes and said-

“If you’ve forgotten, you have magic. If you can’t drive somewhere teleport! This is an emergency after all.”

“Way to be subtle!”

Dust yelled, obviously panicking. The three that weren’t in on what was going on turned. Outer asked-

“Um what’s going on- Holy shit”

“OK! Ok you’re right, Blue come on we need to go!”

Again Dust yelled, sounding more freaked out then Blue. Blue breathed and said-

“R-Relax, it’s fine...u-um we have s-some time I-I think, so let’s not wait up! Hehe...eh…”

Blue just ended up making Dust more nervous. He was so nervous that he even picked up Blue, making Blue yell angrily-

“PUT ME DOWN GOD DAMNIT! I SAID I WAS FINE!”

“You’re not ok!”

Dust looked over at Nightmare and once again screamed-

“Do you fucking mind, maybe!?”

“Oh uh ya”

Nightmare quickly opened a portal, as Muffet quickly said-

“I’ll call Undyne, I’ll make sure she knows you’re coming!”

Dust went through the portal with Blue followed by everyone else.

They made it to the other side and saw Undyne run up to them with a phone.

“But she just said said she was going to-”

“I-I got the gist!”

Undyne yelled looking over at the floating Blue, he saw her confused face and just face palmed and said-

“I’ll tell you later”

She was still confused but nonetheless she helped Blue onto a stretcher...well more forced him on one but she still got him on one.

But since they were in his AU, a bunch of monsters came up to ask questions about the baby. There were so many in fact that him and Undyne couldn’t move.

The group of monsters that came in with Blue grumbled, and some snickered as they watched Dust try and yell at the group of monsters. He was a ghost, they couldn’t hear him.

Sp after Horror laughed, he walked up near Blue, being the first to do so. He took out his axe and said creeply-

“Ok how about we all move along before y'all can’t move anymore. He’s having a baby not a fucking QA.”

The monsters surrounding Blue gulped, looking nervous as they moved away from him. Undyne looked freaked out to and appeared scared when she said-

“U-Um thank you...b-but um y-you and your friends are g-going to need to wait o-out here…”

Before Horror could say anything, Outer said-

“It’s fine, we can wait. We don’t need to make your job any more difficult than we know Blue will make it.”

There were some chuckles, even from Blue who just rolled his eyes. But then tensing up, his eyes closing tightly as he gritted his teeth. With a quick nod he was quickly taken away as the others waited outside.

Nightmare went over to Horror and asked-

“Hey Horror, I want to ask you why you did that?”

“Why?”

“Just wondering, you normally don’t act like that with anyone. Let alone Blue.”

“Erg… Well I do have a thing called respect you know.”

Nightmare was suspicious and Horror could see that. Nightmare said-

“I only asked because you normally just fuck around and say dumb shit all the time.”

“Ha, ya I know I fuck up alot. But I try to be serious when I…”

“Why did you stop?”

“Eh no reason, I was just trying to think of words.”

Outer stared at the two from his chair. He had a big grin with stars in his eyes. Killer noticed and asked-

“Outer why do you have that look?”

“Because I’m gonna win a bet”

Killer was confused and looked at what Outer was looking at.

“Outer no that’s not gonna work how you want it to.”

Killer did as he was told

“...Ok Maybe”

“Hehe told ya-”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

A blood curdling scream cut Outer off. It wasn’t near by either but it was recognizable.

“Geez…”

Outer said, in a depressed tone.

“He’s fine, monsters and humans do this all the time.”

Nightmare said, sounding nervous even though he just gave everyone a reason not to be. Horror smirked a bit and said-

“Why say that? Are you worried?”

Horror even sounded a bit anxious as Nightmare responded-

“Just because I don’t enjoy being positive doesn’t mean I can’t worry, they’re very different things…”

“Ya true…”

Outer said making Horror just stay silent and lean on a wall. He knew that they were right.

After hearing the scream they just waited in silence. But without the small talk all they could hear were Blue’s distant screams. They were out there for maybe about an hour just listening. Until Undyne walked out and said-

“O-Ok so um he’s fine and so i-is the baby. H-He said that you can go in there f-for a minute until I c-can get him a p-phone.”

“Why? Do we have to leave after?”

Nightmare asked curiously, Undyne responded-

“I-I’m sorry that’s j-j-just what he told m-me… I would a-ask him… S-Sorry…”

She said one last time before quickly walking away. The group just walked away, everyone was like that with them so they didn’t think too much into it. Most of them looked at the room numbers of the rooms while Nightmare read the actual names on the clipboards. Nightmare turned to Blue’s room while the others kept walking for a minute, then turning back once they realised that they had passed the room.

They went into the room and Blue looked exhausted. Dust was in front of him so they couldn’t see the baby. Dust and Blue were distracted and didn’t notice them walk in.

They were talking and Blue said-

“He’s beautiful...right Dust?”

“Y-Ya”

“I think the correct term would be handsome”

Outer said jokingly, Dust and Blue looked over and saw everyone over near the door.

“Myehehe ya I guess you’re right”

Blue said, sounding tired but still happy.

“So it’s a boy?”

Killer asked, both Dust and Blue nodded. Dust said-

“Uh ya it is...he really is just..um…”

“Haha, has he been like this the whole time?”

Horror asked and again Blue nodded laughing

“He hasn’t even been able to mumble a full sentence yet.”

“He doesn’t get like that often.”

Nightmare said, Blue said-

“Ya I know, I was going to ask if he wanted to hold him but-”

Blue stopped when he heard himself talking, everyone went quiet after hearing that. Dust knew why and just sighed.

“I...I don’t know if I can…”

“Ya...I know...but you should still try…”

“Blue...I don’t think I can-”

Blue took Dust’s hand

“Even if it doesn’t I can make it so it works. So just try it, if not for you then for him.”

“...Ok…”

Dust took his hand and reached out touch the baby-

“Huh?”

It...worked. Dust was able to touch the baby’s head. His face lit up as he scooped up the baby, making the child start to laugh and giggle.

“Haha look at this, I made it, and it’s so goddamn cute!”

Some let out a sigh of relief while others laughed. Blue just chuckled a bit saying-

“Myehehe well you’re not the only one that made him.”

“I know! I know!”

Dust gave Blue a little kiss, and then looked back at the smiling baby.

“I just didn’t think this would happen, you know…”

“I do, and to be honest I wasn’t sure either, but he does have a part of you.”

They both smiled

“Haha ya you’re right”

Dust laughed happily as Undyne walked back in, but before she did he carefully yet quickly handed the baby back to Blue.

Undyne walked nervously past the monsters near the door and over to Blue with a phone.

“I-I’m sorry I took s-so long but h-here.”

She said handing Blue a phone, and carefully picking up the baby putting him down in a little crib. Blue looked over at his friends at the door, smiled nervously, and said-

“I know you guys just got here and all but I need to call someone so if you don’t mind…”

“It’s fine, we can get something to eat, and I'll make sure no one kills anyone… You already have enough to worry about.”

Outer said reassuringly

“Thanks Outer, this should be quick but take your time.”

Blue said as everyone left the room, he looked over at Undyne.

“Go meet him at the door, and just make sure he doesn’t see any of them.”

“Y-Yes you already told me. I’ll b-be waiting.”

“Ok thanks”

Blue thanked Undyne before she left the room, and he called PJ (PJ was currently babysitting BluePrint, Blue didn’t blame PJ for his parents' mistakes.) He picked up-

“Hello?”

“Hi PJ”

“Oh hi Blue”

“Hi so um, PJ I need you to bring BluePrint here.”

“Where is here?”

“Ya um the hospital, I had the baby!”

While Blue was happy, PJ was scared.

“Oh and I told Undyne to go wait for you guys and sneak you in, everyone kind of came here with me and they may not be very...friendly with you. You know?”

“U-Um ya I do but I uh...I kinda brought Fresh here with me, and I’m sorry-”

“Myehe it’s fine, I’ve met Fresh he seems nice.”

“Ok, where will we meet Undyne?”

“You’ll see her, she’s near the front.”

“Ok, see you in a bit?”

“See ya then”

PJ hung up the phone, he was internally panicking. He tried to mentally prepare for the plan he made two weeks earlier. But now he had to maybe execute it, he got scared.

“Who was that?”

PJ kinda snapped out of it, he turned and looked at BluePrint.

“It was your dad, we have to go to the hospital.”

“Is Blue ok?”

Fresh asked followed by BluePrint yelling-

“Did dad have the baby!”

“Ya he did! But we have to go to the hospital to see them, ok?”

“Ok let’s go!”

BluePrint again yelled, running over to the door followed by Fresh and PJ.

The three of them walked out the door and towards the hospital. Fresh was holding PJ’s hand as BluePrint ran a bit in front of them. Fresh looked over at PJ and noticed that he seemed nervous, he didn’t have a look or anything but Fresh knew that something was off.

“Jammy you...have a look…”

Fresh said, lying. PJ still reacted and stuttered out-

“A look? What look? I don’t have a look.”

PJ fell for the trap, as he began to sweat nervously. Fresh just sighed

“Ya...you didn’t have a look… But there’s obviously something up.”

It went quiet as PJ waited for Fresh to ask him what he thought was wrong, but nothing.

“Aren’t you gonna ask what it is?”

“I already have a sneaking suspicion.”

Again it was silent, eventually PJ came clean.

“Fine...you’re right, there’s something wrong… I’m scared.”

“Ya that’s what I thought. You don’t have to do it…”

“I know, and it may not even happen…”

“Even if it does, you don’t have to do anything, it’s not your responsibility you know.”

“Ya I know...it’s just, it would go against my morals if I don’t do anything.”

Fresh just smiled

“Well you have a lot more courage than I ever would to even be thinking about doing something like that.”

“It doesn’t have much to do with courage… I just think that nothing is going to happen. If I had magic then I might’ve not thought of it.”

“But PJ...just because you think it’ll work...doesn’t mean it will… Just...think ok? You don’t need to do this.”

PJ just sighed

“I know”

They kept walking, now in silence until they got to the hospital. Undyne let them in, and took them to Blue’s room. But when they did...they saw Him.

“Neither of you move or I kill your precious child.”

Blue looked over and Undyne was quickly taking BluePrint away from the room. It obviously wasn’t concerned about the kid, but PJ and Fresh stood there just in case. It actually smiled when he saw PJ.

“Ah smart boy, we meet again.”

“Why is he-”

“I’ll tell you later”

PJ said cutting off Fresh. It was confused and asked-

“Hm? Who’s this?”

It looked at Fresh for a response, but none came.

“No answer...I see well whatever as the kids say, yes?”

Still it was quiet, Fresh reached out to try and leave but the door slammed shut as globs of tar covered the door.

“Haha...no getting anyone 80’s.”

“Shit…”

It looked at the sleeping child, and up at the worried parents. PJ didn’t know how It planned on doing this, so he asked-

“How...do you even plan on doing this?”

It chuckled and looked over at PJ

“I’ll simply force magic into him, I can only do it once but for this..test I think it’s worth it.”

“Why...Why are you doing this!?”

Blue screamed, scared and worried, but again It just laughed.

“Because this infant already has an amazing amount of power for its age, and like I just said. He is a test, I’ve never given a child, let alone a baby magic.”

“So you’re...testing on are child-”

“Because it had your magic”

Blue spawned an array of sharp, blue tinted bones.

“Like I said, if you even try the child will go through worse.”

Blue, still terrified lowered his weapons, as tears rolled down his face… He just couldn’t risk it.

It looked down at the sleeping child. Blue magic, with black tar swirled around it engulfing his hand.

“Now then let's begin”

It’s hand began to go towards the baby, the only thing everyone could do was watch.

For PJ, it was like seeing the whole thing in slow motion. He had thought about, it was the only thing he could think about… But he was done thinking. He lunged forward pushing the baby away as It grabbed his hand instead of the baby. PJ was stuck, and scared. He just looked up at It, who was furious.

“What the hell are you doing!?”

“You can’t do anything to me! I-I don’t have any magic!”

PJ yelled trying to sound confident, but he just ended being a stutery mess. It was pissed looking down at PJ, but then he thought, and again smiled.

“This wasn’t exactly what I was planning, but it’ll have to do.”

“H-Huh?”

PJ tried to slip away but It used his other hand to keep PJ there. Fresh became angry and nervous, his eyes having more purple around them than usual..

“YOU DON’T FUCKING TOUTCH HIM YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”

Fresh screamed as he tried to get to PJ, but he got pinned to the wall by two dark tar bones before he could get to PJ.

“I wouldn’t try anything, I can snap this kid's neck like a twig.”

PJ still tried to struggle away from It but it was no use. He was trapped in Its grasp..

“So...what are you going to do?”

“Haha, do you even need to ask?”

It cackled as Blue, Dust, and Fresh were furious, they were helpless in this situation. All they could do was watch.

PJ breathed, he couldn’t be scared anymore, not now. He had to be strong...something he never had to be until now… This thing fed off of pain, so PJ couldn’t be afraid. He growled-

“You know what… Try your fucking best you gunked up piece of shit.”

It laughed and wouldn’t let go of PJ. A tar like substance began to climb up PJ’s arms like vines. PJ began to sweat nervously, the substance burned but not enough for him to say or do anything but still it stung. All PJ could do was watch, but he didn’t, he just looked at It with a cold stare.

“Did you really think that I couldn’t do anything to you? Ha! What a pathetic assumption.”

“Oh fuck you!”

“So blod, even now. Do you think I’ll just stop!?”

The tar made it up PJ’s arm and was now on his face. It started going through his eyes and mouth. PJ had to resist the urge to scream, it was the most painful thing PJ had ever felt and nobody could stop it. He still looked at It angrily with tears beginning to stream down his face. It wasn’t happy.

“Geez! You’re still trying to be strong!”

“I’m not giving you...the satisfaction of...seeing me scream...a-and cry in pain…”

PJ started shaking, it had only been a minute but it felt like an eternity, standing there, feeling this pain in his body. Despite the pain he wasn’t going to give in, he wasn't going to give It what he wanted.

“You c-could stand there...all day...and I wouldn’t g-give you my suffering…”

“I wish I could put your money where your mouth is. But unfortunately I can’t stand here all day.”

“Ha...ha...go figures I...knew you weren’t some infinite p-power source.”

“I’m not...and I won’t be here for much longer…”

“If you want me...t-t-to suffer in front...of you it w-won’t!”

“Fine, if you want to be so stubborn. Then I’ll stay here for as long as my body allows. But if any of them try anything, you. are. dead.”

“...I know…”

PJ knew that even if he didn’t let It do this, that he would still be in danger. PJ had to just stand there and endure all this pain. He couldn’t do anything but stand there, he didn’t even know how long he had to stand there. One minute went by, then two, then three… They were there for six minutes, PJ was barely able to stand, the pain he felt was unbearable. But he gritted his teeth refusing to scream, it had to be over soon.

After seven minutes of terrible pain It’s body began to melt away, he just cackled maniacally. He then disappeared in a slow puddle of tar. PJ breathed heavily as the last of the tar went into his body. Fresh was released, and PJ fell due to the terrible amount of pain.

“PJ!”

Fresh yelled as he ran over to PJ. PJ screamed out in agonizing pain. It was gone and PJ couldn’t hold it in anymore. Blue quickly got up and ran over to PJ as well.

“GGGGGGAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! IT HURTS, IT HURTS!”

Fresh held on to PJ, he was limp but gripped on to Fresh with everything he had but he could barely move. He screamed in so much pain that it sounded like he was dying. By then Nightmare, Killer, Outer, and Horror had run into the room after Undyne told them what was happening. They were shocked at what they saw.

“Oh my g-god”

Outer was barely able to mutter out those few words, as he joined Blue and Fresh in trying to help and comfort PJ. Nightmare went over to Dust and asked-

“What the hell happened Dust!?”

Nightmare and everyone else went over to Dust to hear what happened, they could barely hear Dust over PJ’s loud screams.

“PLEASE HELP IT HURTS, MAKE IT STOP PLEASE!”

“It’ll b-be ok”

#dustberry #undertale #paperfresh #fanfic

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cannedapricot · 6 years

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Murder Mystery Party! Wanna One

happy late halloween!! here’s a halloween special, murder mystery party! wanna one for you all!!

welcome to the annual murder mystery party held every halloween

it’s a tradition you see

every student on campus is invited

and everyone apart from the victim is a suspect

but the thing is, nobody actually knows who the host is

rumor has it that the original host actually died one night and others have been keeping the tradition alive

but people also say that the host changes every year and is decided by lottery

every student receives a invitation a month before the 31st

so y’all have enough time to get a costume together lol

the envelope always matches the theme of the party

last year, it was a simple, slick black, matching the theme of a classy work dinner kinda party

included in the envelope was a wad of paper

containing everything you needed to know about your character and if they were the murderer or not

or if they were the person flopping to the floor dramatically and dying rip

but of course

this is all fictional and done for fun

or is it????? ???? ? 👀👀👀👀👀

this year, as usual, you received an invitation on september 30

this year though, the envelope was decorated in victorian accents

in gold lettering, the first piece of paper read,

“you are hereby invited to the biggest victorian masquerade party of the year”

you already want to skip the party this year lma o

victORIAN CLOTHING IS EXPENSIVE. EVEN IF YOU’RE RENTING OK

ALSO A MASK????

LOOKS SADLY AT BANK ACCOUNT

but guess what!!!

minhyun and jaehwan ain’t having none of that!!!

again,,,, but loOK, IN MY DEFENSE,,, MINHWAN ARE BFF GOALS

the two drag you along with them to rent costumes

with you throwing a tantrum like a six year old on the way

“buT IT’S SO EXPENSIVE I CAN BARELY AFFORD TO E A T”

“oops the wind’s too loud, what’d you say?”

“tHe WiNd’S tOo LoUd. THERE’S NO WIND JAEHWAN”

so you settle for pouting

art student! baejin happily agreed to make masks for all twelve of you so that’s some money saved lol

you wince looking at the price tags

“300 foR A MONTH????? ARE YOU K I D D I N G M E”

stOPS BREATHING FOR A SHORT SECOND

bitCH YOU ARE SKIPPING THIS DUMB ASS PARTY--

“y/n where do you think you’re going??”

minhyun caught you by the hood of your hoodie

shIT

YOUR GREAT ESCAPE PLAN WAS FOULED BY NONE OTHER THAN THE GREAT EMPEROR HWANG

angrily puffs

the three of you are just as poor as each other

so you guys end up renting the cheapest three

but of course, minhwan look 10/10

you’RE STUNNING AS WELL THOUGH

“yes y/n, step on me”

“i- what the fuck”

looking at other people’s character’s info was strictly against the rules

you’d be uninvited every year from then on if you’re caught

but you were able to ask others about theirs

cause it’s up to you to decide if they’re lying about it or not

and that’s what minhwan cautiously asks you on the way back to the dorms

“hey y/n, what’s your character this time?”

you

haven’t

really

looked

at the info

and after renting the costume,,,,, yoU GOTTA MEMORIZE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER BEFORE THE PARTY

because well, taking out your info sheet at the party breaks the atmosphere

swEATS

“uH,,,, GUESS”

SONIC SPEEDS OFF

YOU WEREN’T GONNA LET THE TWO KNOW THAT YOU DON’T KNOW

BECAUSE HELL, JAEHWAN’S NEVER GONNA LET IT GO

EVEN IF IT WAS SOMETHING TINY LIKE THIS

so you SLAM your door open, stunning your dorm mate

CHUCK your rented costume on your bed

gently

because that thing was expensive as fuck

and FLIP out your character sheet

you were the child of a well known lord

and so you were in the middle upper class

you had an older brother who is SUPER protective of you

well, at least the sheet said

every character was unique and had different alibis

and murder motives

the host obviously has to spend all year on this lol

the victim was said to be a person in the higher level middle class (one of the only information about the victim given)

and so you were confused as to why you would be a suspect

why would someone in a higher social position murder someone lower??

a sigh of relief left your lips as you realize you’re not the real murderer

you sucked at lying

but you were a suspect due to the fact that you knew the victim since you guys were children and the two of you were sworn enemies

not the “oh my god i hate you but i also love you” kind

but the “fucKING HELL I ACTUALLY HATE YOU WITH ALL MY SOUL” kind

as you two grew up, you got mature,,,, but they got worse

you overheard something about the victim wanting to assault your father

anD SO YOU WERE SUSPECTED DUE TO THIS

BECAUSE EVERYONE WOULD THINK THAT YOU HAD TO KILL THEM BEFORE THEY KILL YOUR DAD

huffs

this would be a tough character to pull off

especially since the victim has plans to kill your father

that’s a strong motive

your dormmate willingly tells you that they’re a part of the working class

you hum in response

your gut feeling telling you to not show up at the party at all

buT YOUR MIND IS TELLING YOU TO GO BECAUSE YOUR WALLET IS HAVING A BREAKDOWN DUE TO THE STUPID COSTUME

so that’s what you do

on the 31st, you’re getting ready with your dormmate

and you receive a text from seongwoo as you’re fixing your mask

which, by the way, is also stunning. art student! baejin is talent itself

“hey, i apparently have a younger sibling and i’m asking everyone but they say that they don’t have no sibling. you’re my last hope y/N ARE YOU MY LONG LOST SIBLING”

you lowkey wanna reply with “fuck off” but you reply saying that you, do, indeed have an older bro and that you two are not long lost siblings

“yUS IM POSITIVE ITS U, ARE U A CHILD OF SOME LORD???”

“yea”

“oKAY Y/N YOU CUTE LIL SIBLING, BIG BRO WILL PRO T E C T YOU”

flashbacks to haunted house pat timer! ong seongwoo

the info sheet said protective older bro but ong can’t wait for you to get a s/o lmao protective my ass

with a roll of your eyes, you head towards the party with your dormmate

WHICH WAS HELD IN SOME FANCY, EXPENSIVE HOTEL

it was already packed by the time you got there

you couldn’t tell who was w ho

the masks were throwing you off

your dormmate disappears off to the “kitchens” as she was a working maid

the host of the fake masquerade party (not the real host, the person whose character is the host in the script) was wearing a beautiful royal blue mask and was heading your way

you lowkey panic™

humaN INTERACTION???? ALREADY????

“hello, i’m your humble host today, lee daehwi”

“ohMYGOD DA E H W I”

“who is this--”

you pull him into a HUGE hug

“iT’S Y/N YO”

“yOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BREAK CHARACTER FOR THE FIRST HOUR Y/N GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER”

“oH FUCK i mean hi!! i’m y/n,,,,”

swEATS

“HOW DO PEOPLE INTRODUCE THEMSELF IN THIS ERA??”

you whisper

“IDK I’M JUST GOING AROUND SAYING THAT I’M THE HOST”

he whispers back

YOU SCREAM INSIDE

“what are you supposed to be though??” you ask daehwi, looking at his costume

“i’m an earl,,,, i have no idea what an earl is but i mean,,, i get throw parties so,,,, it’s high in the hierarchy right?”

do earls throw parties i have no idea i can’t remember anything from black butler

you ask where the other guys were and so daehwi leads you to them without hesitation

“lIL SIB!!!111!!11!111″

fuck

its “protective” sibling seongwoo!!

“lmao let go seongwoo” duke! daniel says

seongwoo pouts

the boys tell you their identities one by one as requested from you!

jisung and minhyun were barons, sungwoon’s a country farmer, seongwoo was of course the son of a lord, jaehwan was a duke along with daniel, jihoon and woojin were thieves (phantom thief! au anyone? 👀), baejin was a knight, daehwi was an earl and guanlin....

“you guys have it all good buT I’M A BUTLER???? HELLO???”

y'all burst into laughter

the party was gREAT

THE BUNCH OF YOU BASICALLY HUNG AROUND THE SNACK TABLE THE WHOLE PARTY

UNTIL YOU WERE ALLOWED TO BREAK CHARACTER AND DANCE LINE MADE A BEELINE FOR THE DANCE FLOOR

then it neared midnight

and everyone was wondering when someone would flop dead

then it hit midnight exactly

and an arrow came flying in through the window

and hit someone on the chest

biTCH WHAT THE FUCK

THAT SCARED ME LOL

THAT MUST BE THE DEATH FOR THE NIGHT

and so y’all buzz over to the victim

buT

THE ARROW AND BLOOD LOOKS SO REALISTIC??

sungwoon mutters,

“that’s not real blood is it? why does it look so real this year”

seongwoo pushes through the crowd and sniffs the blood for sungwoon lol

expecting it to be fake

but his eyes popped wide when

“thiS SMELLS LIKE REAL BLOOD???”

HOLY SHIT

“IS SHE BREATHING???”

“NO???”

FUCK

ABANDON EVERYTHING

LEAVE THIS PLA C E

REAL MURDERER ON THE LOOSE

CALL THE COPS SDUGBISB

someone does but it was raining real hard and the traffic was screwed up due to some crash

it’s gonna take the cops ages to arrive

shIT Y’ALL SCREWED

Y’ALL AIN’T GOING OUT IN THE RAIN IN THE HEAVY ASS COSTUMES

UNI DORMS WERE MILES AWAY

ALSO THINK OF THE PRICE TO GET IT DRY CLEANED

AND THE DEAD PERSON WAS EXPOSED AS THE REAL HOST OF THE MURDER MYSTERY PARTY

AS WELL AS THE MURDERER OF THE NIGHT

YOU WENT THROUGH HER POCKETS AND FOUND THE MASTERLIST OF WHO WAS WHO

SHIT

for safety reasons, the party goers decide to stay in clusters

and try find the real murderer so you guys can lock them up and make sure they’re not gonna kill anyone anytime soon

you melt into wanna one’s group

they don’t question you because y’all a cute group of friends

but you guys decide to start from finding where the arrow came from

so you guys head outside (with some shotty umbrellas jisung found)

and head towards the general direction the arrow came from

seongwoo and his extra ass climbs a tree to “observe”

he stumbles upon this machine, timed for 12 on the dot

y’aLL GET GOOSEBUMPS

SEONGWOO’S GLOATING ABOUT IT ON THE WAY BACK INSIDE

“I’M SO TALENTED, I SHOULD BE A DETECTIVE”

“k”

back inside, you find the others cornering your dormmate

because they’re known for having a rivalry with the victim

but this is the “ oh my god i hate you but i also love you” kind of rivalry

the others didn’t know that though

you knew though

so you, being the hero you are, step in

wanna one trying to hold you back because

“stAY OUT OF TROUBLE Y/N”

“thAT’S DANGEROUS”

but you end up defending your dormmate anyways

it took a lot of persuasion on your part but

you didn’t do persuasive speeches for nothing during classes

and you end up successful

jihoon stepped in at some point to help you but that wasn’t the point

and everyone continues their search

until woojin finds this rather big muddy footprint on the marble floor

which obviously could only be there if someone went outside during the party

it hadn’t rained when the party started

and it couldn’t be any of the w1 squad

it was a different shoe size than what the 12 of you were wearing

then everyone started comparing the bottom of their shoes lmAO

it was a mess

jisung couldn’t take it anymore and just screamed at everyone

“SHUT UP!!!!!!!!! LETS JUST COMPARE ONE BY ONE OK???”

and that’s what everyone did

they came up one by one next to the print and guanlin squinted at their facial expressions to find anyone looking like they’ve just killed anyone lol

this continued until there were only a few people left

and the killer broke from pressure

he admitted that he had committed the crime

if he was gonna be exposed soon anyways, might as well admit it himself

“i was supposed to be the victim tonight, but i was the victim last year, and the year before that! it’s not fair that everyone else but me gets to have fun. i found out who the host was through multiple sources and begged her to change me for another role. but she shot me down without hesitation. i asked her why,,,, but she just looked at me coldly and said that i was only suited to be the victim. i,,,, got angry and lost control,,,,, i planned this tonight. i’m so sorry.”

he said with his head down

daniel sighed as he moved to hold the dude’s arms to his sides

“such a shame", he tuts

anD CUE THE COPS WHO BASICALLY DID NOTHING

WEE WOO WEE WOO

they show up and the murderer away

needless to say, the campus tradition was no longer continued

no one wanted to attend ever again

“hey guys, are you going next year?”

“hELL NAH”

here’s the late halloween special!!! sweats in 2.3k words

you can tell that i tried to finish it on time by how rushed the ending was,,,,,, it’s not my best aaaaa likE THE KILLER BROKE UNDER PRESSURE????? IM SO SHIT AT THIS. I’LL STICK WITH CRINGEY FLUFF FROM NOW WHE E ZES

also, my search history is filled with searches about the victorian era dsbvisb

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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The Bitch and the Dumbass 1/? (Biadore) - Miss Bianca

Summary:

Adore sighed. The last person she wanted as a potential partner - Bianca Del Rio - was one step closer to sharing her lab station all semester.

“Fuck,” Adore muttered.

“Profanity,” Ms. Visage snapped instantly from her place at the chalkboard.

“Fuck,” Adore repeated, provoking a sigh from the teacher.

A/N: So I’m back again, with the beginnings of a multi-chap, enemies to lovers, cis girls!Biadore high school AU. It’s also kind of a groupfic, influenced heavily by s6 group dynamics. I don’t know exactly where this is going, even though I have a lot of potential plot ideas - this is kind of a trial to see who’s actually interested and what y'all like, so please let me know. - Miss Bianca

As soon as she left her second period class, Adore flattened herself against the lockers beside her, waiting for the crowd to thin out a bit. The bustle of the hallways was always the worst on the first day of class, and Adore didn’t think it would be fun to struggle through alone.

Apprehensive, Adore peered down at the already wrinkled schedule clutched in her hand. She already knew her class for this period - Chemistry, with the Ms. Visage - but the room number had slipped her mind.

1124. Of course. The labs were all the way at the far end of the school, and they were gonna be a pain in the ass to get to on time. She’d had to listen to Raven bitching about it to her friends, loudly, the whole bus ride home last year.

Being late was a habit of Adore’s, but she couldn’t think of a reason to delay any longer. Sighing, Adore pushed back out into the crowd, trying to ignore the all-too-familiar feeling of isolation that grew stronger with every step.

A herd of chattering freshmen nearly knocked her over as she turned a corner, and she couldn’t help smiling wistfully. It had only been two years since she’d been one of them, but it felt like far longer. Ganja had been the loudest of all of them that first day, and Adore had felt invincible beside her.

Or, well, trailing behind her. But with Laganja, there wasn’t really another option. Adore had learned the hard way that you were either a step behind, or you were left by yourself in her dust.

After what felt like ages, Adore caught sight of the room number, and hurried towards it. The hallway wasn’t as crowded here, mostly because the classroom was practically in the north pole.

As the heavy door swung shut behind her, the noise of the hallway turned to murmurs, and the scratching of chalk on the board grew irritatingly louder, drawing Adore’s attention.

Ms. Visage’s hair was as big as a pomegranate in a bun on top of her head, her upper body framed by the chalkboard. Her lab coat was rolled up to her elbows, and paired with alarmingly high heels, creating a look that reminded Adore of a student-teacher porn intro. She grinned amusedly, half expecting the older woman to spin around and order her to change into more proper classroom attire right there in front of her.

Tearing her eyes away, Adore glanced around. The room was empty, and Adore wanted to kick herself for actually being early - as she’d learned, when you’re labelled the school dumbass, the only way to maintain any kind of coolness is to act like you don’t care about class. She headed towards a lab station at the back, trying to be quiet.

“Miss Delano,” Ms. Visage said sharply, not even bothering to turn around.

“Uh - yes?” Adore managed to stammer, almost tripping over her own feet in her surprise and confusion.

“Nobody sits until I’ve paired you up,” she continued. “Stand against the wall.”

“O-Okay,” Adore said, stumbling over to the wall. “Um, how did you…”

“If you’re going to ask me a question, I need a full sentence,” Ms. Visage said more slowly.

“It wasn’t anything,” Adore said, trying to backtrack.

“Good.”

Adore swallowed. The door swung open again, and Adore sighed, relieved. A few more students filtered into the room, each looking around nervously before standing near Adore.

Pulling out her phone, Adore opened her email, looking for the list of students in the class to pass the time. She recognized most of people on the list, her eye catching on Gia Gunn and Vivienne Pinay’s names. She sighed. The two were inseparable with Laganja ever since she’d joined the dance team last year, and they were nearly intolerable as a trio.

Courtney Act, at the top of the list, made Adore nervous. Courtney rarely scheduled her classes without…Adore scanned the list, and groaned. Sure enough, there she was - Bianca Del Rio. She and Courtney had been fast friends since last year, when Courtney’s family had moved to the states from Australia.

Adore sighed. The last person she wanted as a potential partner - Bianca - was one step closer to sharing her lab station all semester.

“Fuck,” Adore muttered.

“Profanity,” Ms. Visage snapped instantly from her place at the chalkboard.

“Fuck,” Adore repeated, provoking a sigh from the teacher.

Bianca Del Rio was smart, but she was a cunt. Notoriously a cunt. Being involved in theater and getting straight As (something that she made sure everyone knew) could’ve put her at the bottom of the food chain, but her sharp, hateful tongue and her undeniable fashion sense made sure she wasn’t even close.

Everyone (except the Seniors) either idolized her or was scared of her. Obviously, Adore wasn’t scared, not really. She just absolutely hated the other girl’s arrogance.

Annoyed, Adore locked her phone and slid it back into her pocket. She crossed her arms, and glanced back at the door just in time to see it open again.

A smaller girl entered the room, her long black hair obscuring her face. Adore frowned, not recognizing her. The girl glanced around, and as her eyes met Adore’s, Adore almost gasped.

“Ben?” Adore exclaimed, forgetting to be quiet momentarily in her shock. She wasn’t surprised she hadn’t recognized her friend - the formerly chubby boy she’d sat next to in geometry was now small, slender and wearing surprisingly pretty makeup, a wig, and a green dress.

“Adore!” Ben exclaimed in a higher voice than Adore had ever heard him - her? - use before, hurrying over to stand beside her. “I didn’t know you had Ms. Visage too!”

“Yeah, I do,” Adore replied, lowering her voice to a murmur at the mention of the teacher. “What - I mean, you look good, girl, but what…”

“I finally got the nerve to start presenting female this summer,” Ben half whispered, biting her lip. “I’m - I’m trans, Adore. I’ve known for awhile -”

“Girl, that’s fucking cool! Should I call you something else?” Adore interrupted, grinning. Ben had always seemed uncomfortable in her skin before. “Female pronouns? Do you need to borrow any clothes or makeup or shit -”

“Female pronouns, and I’m okay for clothes,” Ben replied with a smile. “And I go by Dela, for now.”

“I love it,” Adore giggled. She stuck her hand out. “Nice to meet you, Dela!”

Watching the delighted smile spread across Dela’s face made Adore smile too. Dela took her hand, but instead of shaking it, she squeezed it excitedly and scooted closer to stand beside her. Adore couldn’t help but laugh. There was something about this new Ben that was just so infectiously bright and happy.

A sharp cackle from outside the classroom drew her attention away from her friend, and she glanced back at the door.

“Shut up, I did not!” exclaimed a different voice, one Adore recognized instantly as Courtney’s from the Australian accent.

“That’s what you say now. Baloney, bitch!” the loud and raspy response was just as distinctive, and Adore sighed heavily.

“Oh, gosh, is Bianca in this class?” Dela murmured in Adore’s ear.

“I know, it sucks ass.”

Courtney and Bianca looked just like they always did, half leaning against each other, a stunning grin on Courtney’s flawless face and a mischievous smirk on Bianca’s.

The two positioned themselves nearby, Courtney checking her lip gloss in her phone camera and Bianca leaning casually against one of the lab stations.

“Why does she have her fucking sunglasses on her head?” Adore muttered to nobody in particular. “We’re inside.”

“For the aesthetic, I guess,” Dela shrugged.

“And the jacket - really? It’s like, hot in here.”

“She looks pretty, though.”

There was a pause, as Adore looked Bianca up and down, unable to disagree.

“Stop being so nice all the time,” Adore said finally, rolling her eyes.

“Sorry.” Dela shrugged helplessly.

As Adore continued to watch them, annoyed, Courtney poked Bianca in the arm, pointing at one of the other girls in the room and whispering something in her ear. Bianca cackled, a wild grin on her face, one hand on her hip as she cocked her head and commented something in return that Adore couldn’t hear. Courtney squealed with laughter.

“If she annoys you so much, why are you still staring at her?” Dela asked, her tone soft but curious.

Adore opened her mouth to respond, then quickly closed it, and shrugged, looking away pointedly. She managed to listen to Gia and Vivienne bickering for a few moments, but then Bianca laughed again, and Adore couldn’t stop her gaze from snapping right back to her.

The other girl was playing with her dark brown hair, which was usually pulled back into a twist or a bun. Today, she had left it down, and it hung in tight curls around her shoulders, her acrylic nails tangling in the strands. As Courtney asked her a question, she pursed her perfect, matte red lips and shook her head, hair bouncing as she did.

“Adore!” Dela said loudly, elbowing her.

“Wha -” Adore jumped, and tore her gaze away from Bianca to see Gia and Vivienne standing in front of her, distasteful expressions on their faces. “What happened?”

“Bitch, where did you go?” Gia asked. “We asked you a question.”

“She’s in her own little world,” Vivienne replied in a low voice before Adore could. “You know what Ganja says about her. She probably wouldn’t have even understood -”

“You can ask again,” Dela interrupted, barely disguised annoyance in her tone. Adore frowned, wondering what Vivienne had meant about Laganja.

“We were wondering who you dudes wanted to be lab partners with,” Gia explained, and Vivienne snorted.

“I said I wanted to be partners with you, Adore,” Dela said earnestly.

“Yeah, I’m down!” Adore agreed with a smile. “Honestly, just as long as I’m not with Bianca, I’m down.”

“Why, you guys got a problem?” Vivienne asked.

“Who doesn’t have a problem with Bianca?” Gia snorted. “She’s a bitchy lesbo who thinks she’s all that. And let’s be real, honey, she’s not even some of that.”

“Mmmhm,” Vivienne hummed in agreement.

“Bianca’s gay?” Dela asked, echoing the question on Adore’s mind.

“She’s definitely gay for Courtney,” Gia snickered.

“I mean, duh,” Vivienne agreed.

“It’s a rumor, but it’s totally true,” Gia added. “I mean, look at them - total lesbians. Like, you can’t tell me they don’t have their sapphic ‘sleepovers’ with the doors locked.”

Adore looked back over at them. Bianca was pointing out something on her phone screen, as Courtney looked on from over her shoulder, her hand clutching Bianca’s bicep and their cheeks brushing together.

“Whatever, I don’t care about that,” Adore said, more loudly, shrugging. “I just think Bianca’s like, super bossy and I’d hate to have to work with her.”

“Don’t fear the girl, fear the devil inside the girl,” Dela remarked.

“Like, she’s just - competition, competition, competition, all the fucking time, like, bitch, everything isn’t a goddamn audition,” Adore continued, looking up and trying to find the right words.

“What’s this?” Courtney’s voice, far closer now, startled Adore out of her rant.

“Oh,” Dela squeaked, scooting closer to Adore as Bianca walked up beside Courtney.

“So what were you cunts saying about me?” Bianca demanded casually, her eyes darting over each of the girls in the group. After a moment of hesitation, Adore decided to face her head on. What did she have to lose?

“So, Gia asked me who I wanted to be partnered with,” Adore said, crossing her arms and meeting Bianca’s gaze. “And I said I was down with anyone, as long as it wasn’t you.”

“Oh, so you wouldn’t work with me,” Bianca clarified, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I wouldn’t. The vibes that I get from you are just, not cool, full on fierce competition all the time,” Adore said, shrugging. Bianca’s attitude was infuriating, and Adore felt like the dam was finally broken, and two years worth of annoyance were spilling out. “Like you always gotta be the best, and be on top of everything all the time, and, like, fuck being nice. I don’t need to be around that, bitch, I cut that out -”

“Well, isn’t that what we’re here for?” Bianca interrupted sharply. “Being the best? It’s academics, not fucking summer camp.”

There was silence for a moment, Dela vibrating nervously beside Adore and Gia and Vivienne watching the interaction as if it was the most engaging thing since Pretty Little Liars.

“I just feel like we both have really strong personalities, and our personalities would clash,” Adore said finally. “Like, if something went wrong in an experiment, you would sell me up the river.”

“Oh, well…I…” Bianca glanced over at Courtney, then back to Adore. Her eyelashes fluttered as she tilted her head, cocky as always. “What’s your name again?”

Gia and Vivienne gasped dramatically, and Dela’s hand tightened in Adore’s as she glanced up at her.

Adore pursed her lips, furious. Her free hand curling into a fist, she looked away, trying to come up with a snappy retort.

“Quiet!” Ms. Visage shouted suddenly, clapping her hands, and the moment was gone.

Bianca snickered and looped her arm through Courtney’s, a satisfied smirk on her face, before turning her attention to the front of the class.

Adore wanted to strangle her.

“As you already know, almost all of you were late,” Ms. Visage began, her tone sharp and clearly annoyed. “I’ll forgive it today, since it’s the first class. But those who still aren’t here, even though I’ve allowed ten extra minutes, will be marked late. And in the future, I won’t be so forgiving about tardiness.”

There were discontented murmurs throughout the classroom, and Ms. Visage clapped again.

“Only one student was early - shockingly, it was Miss Delano,” Ms. Visage continued. Adore flinched, hearing Gia and Vivienne snicker beside her. “As a result, Miss Delano will be given first choice of a lab station for the rest of the semester. Delano, you can sit at your chosen desk now.”

“Oh, shit!” Adore exclaimed in a loud whisper, the corner of her mouth turning up in a lopsided grin. She glanced around, and picked a station in the middle of the back row, slinging her bag over her shoulder and heading over.

“I’ll announce your lab partners now,” Ms. Visage said, with a stern look at Adore. “Miss Pinay and Miss Gunn. Mr. Firkus and Mr. McCook. You two, back row, with Miss Delano.”

The two assigned pairs shuffled to their stations, Vivienne and Gia whispering to each other under their breaths.

“Both Brians, at one table?” Adore could hear Gia comment.

“Too much gay to handle,” Vivienne replied, and the two giggled.

“Miss Chachki and Mr. Dam-Mikkelsen,” Ms. Visage continued. “Mr. Steinberg and Mr. Merrell. Miss Lake and Mr. Creme. You three, next row up.”

Adore flinched at what Ms. Visage had called Dela, and was about to raise her hand and correct her.

Before she could, Dela was raising her own hand, calling out the teacher’s name in a soft voice. Adore caught her breath. Dela - or Ben, as she’d been then - had never once said a word to a teacher in any of the classes Adore had shared with her.

“Yes?”

“Can you - it’s Miss Creme, now,” Dela said, her voice shy as she looked down at the desk. “If you don’t mind, I mean -”

“Of course, I’m sorry,” Ms. Visage replied quickly. Her expression was still neutral, but Adore swore she could see a softness in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. Maybe Ms. Visage wasn’t entirely evil after all. “Miss Creme. Is there a different first name I should note?”

“Dela, please,” Dela replied, the sweet smile Adore had seen earlier lighting up her face again. Ms. Visage nodded and made a note on her attendance sheet, the corner of her mouth turning up slightly.

“Alright, let’s continue.”

Ms. Visage continued to read off names, until finally, almost all the students were seated - aside from Courtney, Bianca, and a quieter girl, Alaska, who Adore knew from the music studios.

Adore tugged her lower lip between her teeth, her fingernails tapping against the desk in her nervousness. She really, really, didn’t want Bianca as a lab partner, particularly not after straight up picking a fight with her just a few minutes before. Alaska seemed sweet, and even Courtney was nice enough without Bianca next to her.

Not Bianca, not Bianca, not Bianca, Adore chanted internally. She closed her eyes.

“Miss Act and Miss Thunder,” Ms. Visage said finally, and Adore’s heart dropped into her stomach. “Miss Del Rio, that leaves you with Miss Delano. You can join her in the back.”

Adore buried her face in her hands.

“I can also dye my hair blonde and let the roots come in so I look like I’ve got a headband made out of horseshit,” Bianca snarked. “But that doesn’t mean I want to, or that I’m going to.”

There was a few chuckles around the classroom. Adore peered out from between her fingers, almost impressed that Bianca was talking back to the notoriously strict Ms. Visage.

Despite the fact that she was doing it by blatantly insulting Adore’s hair.

“Hey, no backtalk,” Ms. Visage retorted. “Get to your seat.”

Adore lifted her head.

“No, it’s fine, you can keep her,” Adore called. “I wouldn’t wanna make her resting bitch face even bitchier by forcing her to her smell my horseshit headband.”

“Profanity,” Ms. Visage sighed. Adore could see Bianca’s lips twitch, almost as if she was trying not to laugh. “Del Rio, I won’t ask you again.”

Rolling her eyes, Bianca walked over to Adore’s station, curls bouncing around her face, heeled boots making a noisy statement on the tile floor.

“At least I’ve got a resting bitch face instead of a resting idiot face,” Bianca added as she hopped up on the stool next to Adore’s. Lifting her sunglasses from her head, she set them down carefully, red nails clicking against the desk. “Fucking ditzy cunt.”

“Shut up, theater nerd,” Adore rolled her eyes, the corner of her mouth turning up slightly.

“Fake punk bitch.”

“Arrogant -”

“That’s enough,” Ms. Visage called, glaring at them. “I’ve got a class to teach.”

As Ms. Visage started to go over the syllabus, Adore glanced at Bianca sidelong. The other girl was looking down at her notebook, full lips still twitching with amusement. Her dimples were evident in her cheeks, and Adore couldn’t stop staring at them.

“Theater nerd? Really?” Bianca whispered, shaking her head slightly.

“‘Resting idiot face’?” Adore retorted in the same whisper. Bianca met her gaze, and shrugged, her eyes sparkling.

“It was funny.”

“It was next level lame,” Adore argued, half smiling.

“Not my best,” Bianca agreed. “You are an idiot, though. Probably gonna make me fail this fucking class.”

“Oh no, not a single smear on Bianca Del Rio’s 4.0 GPA!” Adore whispered dramatically. “She’ll never get into college now!”

“I’ll just take the lead,” Bianca muttered, rolling her eyes. “Nothing I haven’t done before.”

“Oh, so you’re that bitch,” Adore said. “Figures.”

“Someone’s gotta do it,” Bianca shrugged, grinning savagely as she glanced at Adore. “And I am the bitch, after all.”

Adore groaned quietly, dropping her head dramatically into her hands. She could hear Bianca chuckle next to her, and she groaned again, louder this time.

“C’mon, it won’t be that bad,” Bianca whispered. “I do bite, but you’ll get used to it. You must have thick skin. I mean, you walk around dressed like that every day.”

“Shut up, bitch.”

“Delano! Del Rio!” Ms. Visage called, interrupting her own lecture. “What did I say? No talking during class!”

Bianca stifled what was probably another one of her cackles, and Adore hid her smile in her hands. Even though Bianca was irritating and bitchy, she had balls. Annoying teachers was probably the only thing that kept Adore awake during classes, and she was pretty sure Bianca enjoyed it even more.

“You said I had a resting bitch face?” Bianca muttered. “Look at that cunt. I’d say she’s got a stick up her ass, but honestly, I think a dick is way more on point.”

Adore’s eyes widened in shock as she stifled a laugh, looking at Bianca to see her smirking at the front of the classroom. It was going to be an interesting semester.

#rpdr fanfiction #miss bianca #the bitch and the dumbass #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #high school au #lesbian au #enemies to lovers #cisgirl au #bendelacreme #courtney act #laganja estranja #gia gunn #vivienne pinay #i don’t know what queens i’ll add in the future #tw cursing #it’s a big s6 au party + some faves #submission

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your were tagged ;D What do you think of Riko as a character inside the books? (no HCs) / Any fave HCs you want to share? / Any pairings/ships you like with him? / fic recs? / art recs? / Kevin&Riko - do they have/had feelings for each other? / Thoughts on his finale scene? / Did you read Nora's extra content? // tag other bloggers you think have something interesting to say about him! (maybe someone we don't know yet??) #Thoughts on Riko Moriyama

HOO boi XD here comes the trainwreck.First of..all thank you @c-valentino for tagging me and…. making me uh ..work and think on my own (sobs) haha *nervous laughter (noreally tho, thank you, целую!!)I probably won’tcome up with super new or hyper interesting stuff and… actually, Icould just link CVal’s whole post here……………………but okay here wego, then!!Ugh, I guess I have to out myself now real quickbefore we dive in: I was always kinda very interested in the ‘BadGuys’. No matter what, I’d try to find out more about them, try tofigure out how their twisted brains work and why their Morales werealways a bit questionable, which doesn’t necessarily mean I’m okaywith whatever they’re doing or understand and support their actions(hell fucking nooo).I’m just finding it super interesting tothink and sometimes even talk about.

Now, since that’s settled:I think Riko is justas interesting as our MC’s, if not one of the most interestingcharacters, and maybe also one of the most tragic ones (imo). I don’treally think you get this impression after reading the series for thefirst time, though. He seems super flat and not interesting enough inthe books. I wouldn’t have given him a second thought if I didn’t getthe chance to read the extra content.

Which leads me now to my actually toughts on Riko, based onextra Content and HC’s:The way Riko sees the world isobviously reeeally different from how our MC’s view the world,which is quite,.. understandable, regarding where he comes from, howhe was raised and trained and what he went through (bc hooo boi,that’s not a life I wanna live). This guy knows he’s the son ofExy, obviously The Number One and the actual King of the court. Thereshould be no way anyone could have the power or strength to outpacehim (oh and Riko is going to make sure of that). He is a Moriyama andthinks of his players as his property, he basically gets what hewants and who he wants. Sounds like a pleasant life, right? But Idon’t think he had one. He is living with this pressure form“above’, knowing that he always ‘has to be’ The Best of them all. Hehas to deliver otherwise he would be no use and therefore not worthkeeping in the nest, on the court and alive. I always picturedhim feeling the pressure and weirdly enough people tend to forgetthat Riko is not a robot… because being pressured like that,knowing you have to be THE BEST all the time, no matter what .. thatreally really really fucks with you and your brain. He isprobably under constant stress, giving more than just his best ,whichhe also expects from his players. There is no space for compassion,no place for weakness, nor failure. His live is Exy and there isnothing else than Exy keeping him alive. It’s his past, hispresent and his future for the rest of his life. His mentalbreakdowns always turn into violent outbursts because that boy can’treally cope with the mess in his head (probably not even aware ofthat) He never learned how to control his anger or himself. Why wouldhe? He is King, a Moriyama, he is the one controlling. So yeah, youbasically don’t want to be near him when he’s having his moments. Hisruthlessness makes him go overboard at times. A lot of times.He’salso never at fault. No matter what he does because.. what the hell??Such a concept doesn’t even exist. So how in the world is Rikoa tragic character, when we just settled that he’s nothing but anabsolute ruthless monster with no restrains???!!

Lemme explain ok. Riko was born into this world of Exy, Thesecond son, not the first(!!), growing up and having those insaneexpectations to life up to – he would be a worthless piecenothing, not needed on the court. He had Kevin, the brother who wasalways by his side, on and off court; his number 2, his property,*his*. Riko doesn’t know how to treat people right though,doesn’t know the concept of actual friendship, It’s always just Exyand Exy and Exy, there is no time for friendship. I also believethat he deep down feared for his life, he just wasn’t aware of thatbecause his brain was too occupied with getting better.One of myHC’s is that: he was super restless the whole damn time, not able tocalm down, constantly under pressure.He basically barely slept.How is there time for sleep, when you can use that precious time ondrills?It wrecks him. The nest destroyed a perfectly fineboy, gave him the chance to basically develop this crazy god complexand also turning him into this Exy monster. And most of the time hewasn’t even aware of his problems because there is just no time andspace for that shit.

Now what happens if one suddenly takes away his Exy? Welp,there’d be nothing left of this fucked up guy. He is a mess, abroken soul, not good enough to be alive.He has nothing, not evenhimself because he was sold to the court and owned by the court.There are many many many demons living in his ribcage, twistinghis brain in the worst ways. I’m not even sure if he’d be able tolive a normal human life outside the nest, without being able to feelanything besides the need to do better and better and better. It madehim mad to the point of no return … so yeah uh .. don’t you thinkthat’s kinda tragic??

Fave HC’s: Mhh, I uh … you know what?

basicallyeverything CVal came up with and mentioned in her post

…..…..(did u think I was joking, Val?)

Riko with freckles, I dig that!!

Riko playing an instrument.. preferably the piano (ok listen, just the picture of Riko, in a black suit … sitting in front of a piano…no?just me?ok)

Riko being an amazing swimmer

Also some Au’s

Riko and Ichirou → actually interacting with each other (Onii-san,y'all I’m chokiNG ( maybe some kind of Uchiha-Verse or something like that, why not? I dig it))

Fox!Riko ( @bvccvrdi thank you for this and @shihoran for destroying me and my emotions daily w this)

Pairings/Ships and Feelings:

Riko/Kevin clearly. There is no doubt.

Especially after reading the extra content and old drafts.Thesetwo were boyfriends. Their relationship was hella unhealthy and probsreally violent but … they just can’t live without each other(I mean can u imagine how obsessed Riko had been with Kev?? He wasHIS, okay? His and ooonly his.He didn’t even touch Kevin’s side of the room after all this time,can u imagine??). They were rivals for sure .. but .. they were alsoabsolutely obsessed w each other.I currently ship them likenothing else. Too invested. Even though I’m more than just conflictedabout this but I just cannot help it.

Thoughts on his final scene:….I have to admit thatI’m super unhappy with how the AFTG series ended. I’m glad to have ahappy end, couldn’t be more great full but everything feels so rushedand off. And I think it’s all due to Riko’s super quick death.Everything happened way too fast, I actually hate that he died, orspecifically how fast and easy that happened. It just didn’t fit atall, in my opinion.

Art Recs:

Give @shihoran a follow and you’ll be well supplied!!

And here are some other amazing pieces:

I ♔

II ♕

III ♖

IV ♗

V ♘

VI ♙

VII ♚

VIII ♛

IX ♜

X ♝

XI ♞

Fic Recs:

I haven’t really read that many, mainly because I know there aren’t that many. But here are a few I really liked

♥ what if i did MadHatterNO7

♠ Meant to be mine shihoran

♣ bvccardi’s Fox!Riko

I also know @c-valentino is working on something reeeeally really nice, y’all. So You better stay tuned, pumped and hyped!!! because I suRE AF AM!!!!

Everyone I’d love to hear from was already tagged, I believe. But whatevs, I’m going to mention y’all again. Feel free to ignore tho:

@shihoran @viviena @still-waiting-for-godot @bvccvrdi @ziegenkind @mochis-mullet

#thoughts on riko moriyama #I got tagged

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