#And we would talk or she would tell me a story or we would just swing

[softspiderling]

✦ . * ocean blue eyes pt. II | r.c

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

author's note: els wants me to do 30 parts like girl pls😭 also shoutout to @viawritesstuff for helping me out🤍

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popeheywardphotography happy belated birthday @.rafe the man, sorry i couldn’t make it to the party 🫡

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allaboutrafe how old is this picture and why did we have to wait so long to see it😫

jjandrafes I don't know who to look at first

maybankzz something about going to paris

➞ alisonxcarter Are you not worried about your digital foot print?😭😭

↳ maybankzz no❤️

raferaferafe I miss Rafe in his curtain bangs era

kiecarerra I'm surprised Rafe and JJ managed to stay civil

➞ popeheywardphotography they got in a fistfight literally 3 minutes after this pic was taken

↳ jjsgf Rafe and JJ being friends challenged failed

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johnbroutledge bday party was legendary @.rafe 🔥

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raferaferafe holy fuck🥵

jarahforever all of them look like they just stepped out of a calvin klein ad

➞ allaboutrafe real

rafesgf who’s the girl next to rafe?

➞ sarahcameronsbaby that’s kiara, one of sarah’s best friends

➞ rafecam_eron idk who that is but I would be cheesing the same way if I was standing next to him

cleogriffith fomo fr

➞ jjmaybank it's only rafe's birthday, don't beat yourself up over it

↳ rafe fuck you

↳ jjmaybank ❤️

rafecameron4lyfe did anyone come here from Rafe's story? lol

➞ jjsandrafes me haha

➞ rafefan ME

➞ kingrafe Rafe knew what he was doing

sarahcam replied to this story: why don’t you just send this to yn

rafe: i don’t know what you’re talking about

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youruser guilty as sin

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ynsgf LJSLAHQOALAAH

gracieandyn 🥵🥵🥵

ynheadquarters respectfully, i’m looking

ynfancam this feels directed at someone....

➞ ynspain Right????? That's what I was thinking as well

➞ allhailyn why can’t she just post a hot picture without you guys assuming that it’s about a man?

sarahcam catching the next flight back rn

➞ johnbroutledge I'm right here...

↳ youruser sorry John B 🤭

kiecarerra 🤩🤩

➞ youruser 🥰

ynforever hi! (louder than everyone else)

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author’s note: tell me all your thoughts🤭🥰

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe x you #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron social media au #drew starkey social media au #drew starkey #outer banks #obx

[catch1ngmoths]

🫧𓇼*ੈTIME AFTER TIME✩‧₊˚🎐

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ “If your lost, you can look, and you will find me..time after time. If you fall I will catch you, I’ll be waiting…time after time” -Cyndi Lauper 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

Summary: after a one night stand with Joost you both can’t seem to get each other out of y’all’s heads. You were always on his mind since then and you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond boy with the cute accent… until your paths cross once more. This time Joost won’t walk away

Note: (all credit for the edit above goes to MCRBATS on TikTok!!) this is a part two for “only stay with you one more night” ITS FINALLY OUT GUYSSS!! I beg for more requests because yall give me the most scrumptious ideas for fics ever!! Also, this is kinda bad so please don’t jump me!!!

Warnings: SUGGESTIVE, Talk of past sexual relations, mostly fluff!

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It had been months, you hadn’t seen Joost since that night that left you both achey in a good and bad way. You’d pondered on your thoughts and feelings towards the blondie and you mentally scolded yourself for thinking he’d come back for you. It obviously meant nothing to him, he probably sleeps with people left and right. You were no different to all the others in his mind.

But you were. Joost couldn’t get your name out his mind. Couldn’t get your pretty face and voice out of his mind. He kept thinking about the way you said moaned his name and how soft your hands were against his rough ones. He wanted to go back in time and make himself bite the curb for leaving your apartment that early morning.

You were so so so much different. Sure, this one night stand wasn’t his first rodeo but the way he looked at you was. The way he felt towards you was, he didn’t know why. He really didn’t. He’d only fully been around you for around 5 hours but those moments gave him a feeling he’d never felt before. He felt so much love, care, and warmth towards your personal being and just wanted to protect you from everything.

He’d ruined it though, we walked through and out your front door that morning. He felt cold as soon as he did but there was no going back now. He had in his signature white earbuds in while he looked out the window of the Uber that was taking him home, his mind still on you. And just like that, that was the last time he’d seen your beautiful face and your addicting scent.

The sound of his friend, apson calling his name pulled him out of his trance. He was setting up for his concert in a few hours, when he was preforming it was the only time he could get you off his mind…well somewhat at least. He went over and helped out apson and the rest of his crew and friends. Helping them set everything up and getting everything done for tonight.

You on the other hand were at your friend, Alexis’s house just hanging out when she interrupted you while you were talking. Her eyes were wide like she’d just remembered something and her movements were one of excitement, taking you aback. “Oh my god!! Sorry to interrupt you but I totally forgot about something, so Mia, Rayo, and Lacey are coming over later and we’re all going to a musicians concert Mia likes!!”

You stare at her with a smile and sarcasm laced in your voice, “now why the hell would you wanna interrupt my story to tell me about that?” You say with a chuckle, “beaacauseee…I want you to come with! It’ll be fun and I know the others would love to have you there too!” You furrow your eyebrows, this reminded you of that night where they all begged you to come out to that club with them where you met that boy you haven’t been able to get your mind off of.

You take a deep sigh, “Lex you know how I feel about things like that.” You reply but Alexis isn’t ready to back down just yet, “no I know but this concert will be different, it’s not as big as mainstream concerts and Mia said it’ll be fun!!” Alexis says looking at you with those puppy eyes and pouting in a sarcastic way.

You groan and just like you did that night months ago you agree. Around an hour later the rest of your friends show up a to get ready. You hang with Rayo fixing your makeup before looking over to him, “who are we even seeing anyways?” You ask him curiously, “man I don’t remember, I just remember Mia putting on his music and showing me a picture of him. Good looking guy and his music isn’t bad whatsoever…soo” Rayo replies with a smile

‘Whatever..’ you think, ‘at least this will be something to get me out the house and doing something.’ You sigh as your friends squeal and run to the car, excited to go. You laugh at their childishness and run after them. It takes around 20 minutes to arrive and the whole time your driving you feel this sensation in your chest, you can’t stop thinking about Joost…he was always on your mind don’t get me wrong but something about this was just different.

Joost was backstage, talking with his friends and trying to calm his excitement for the concert. But something about this felt oddly familiar, he’d never felt this before any concert. His mind now fully immersed and focused on you, he shakes his head as apson calls him over. Trying to shake the thought of you out his mind, as he gets up from where he was sat to walk to apson.

“Het concert begint zo, zijn jullie er klaar voor?” (The concerts gonna start soon, are you ready?) Apson says to Joost, clapping his hand on his shoulder with a smile. Joost takes a breath and smiles at apson, “Ja, ben je er klaar voor? Heb je nog ergens hulp bij nodig?” (Yeah, are you ready? Do you need help with anything else?) Joost replies, nudging apson with his shoulder, this makes apson clasp his hands together. “Ah, Ja, dat ben ik helemaal vergeten. Kom met me mee” (ah, yes, I completely forgot. Come with me..) apson says as the two men walk to set one last thing up.

You and your friends finally arrived to the concert. You all scooted to the front, people being nice enough to let y’all shuffle through. You and your friends talked before music played out making everyone around you, plus your friends scream with excitement. A guy runs out on stage, dressed in a while collared shirt with a black tie and black pants.

He has…short, messy, blond hair.. the same hair Joost had. No way, that wouldn’t be him- that was what you thought before he turned to face the crowd. Those features. Holy shit. It was him. He spoke into the microphone and you immediately knew from the sound of that pretty accent. It was Joost, the boy you couldn’t get out of your head.

Your mind races and you can’t decide if you should be excited or mortified that he’s standing right in front of you. On one hand, this is the boy you’ve wanted to be reunited with for months. On the other hand, it’s embarrassing to face him now. You secretly hope he’ll see you and you’re also hoping he won’t.

He sings his song, “offline” as he looks at the crowd before he sees it. He thinks he’s imagining things, you’ve been a constant in his head for months but there’s no way you’re here right now. No way you’re looking up at him with the same shocked expression that his face definitely has. His voice slightly shakes but he keeps on singing. He’s imagining shit, god he needs to get it together

But it wasn’t his imagination. You were there, for the rest of the concert you and Joost made continuous eye contact. And after the concert was done and Joost was backstage he was his wracking his brain for any way he could catch you. He couldn’t let you leave again, he just got given a second chance and he wasn’t about to give it up.

You were thinking the same things, you were alone in your mind the whole concert. You were thinking and planing about what to do after this, once the concert was done and everyone was leaving. You panicked, “u-um you guys can leave without me, I can get an Uber back home! I need to do something..! I’ll text you when I get home safe!” You say

You knew they wouldn’t let you so you run away before they can protest against your words. You look around, after your far enough away. You second guess yourself once your by yourself. Your heart is racing but your thoughts won. What if he didn’t wanna see you? What is he forgot about you and everything about that night.? You shake your head and realize what you’re doing, your friends probably haven’t gotten far.

Before you can run back to your friends you hear heavy footsteps, you turn around frantically. And you finally see Joost turning the corner to the hallway to where you were. He turns his head when you both lock eyes, both of you freezing. You stared at each other, breathing heavily and hearts racing.

“J-Joost..?” You stutter out, your voice weak and body stiff. He immediately breaks out of his trace at the sound of that voice that he’d missed so much. He runs towards you and embraces you, it was strange…it really was. This amount of affection for someone you hadn’t seen a few months and only spend one night together.

But it felt like you both were intertwined, sewn together in some way (Adrianne Lenker mentioned?!) He smiles, picking you up and spinning you around. “Holy shit it’s really you, fuck I’m so sorry. I regretted leaving as soon as I closed your door. I’m sorry if I made you feel used or unimportant, your not and i-“ he’s put off my a soft kiss being pressed to his lips

You grab his face as his hands pull your waist to be flush against his hips. Both of you are out of breath, pressing messy and rough kisses to each others lips. You moan softly on his lips and joost took his opportunity to slip his tounge into your mouth. Nothing but love shown in the kisses as he presses you up against the wall behind you, towering over you as you finally pull away.

“I’m not letting you go again, I hope you’re aware of that..” he says with his signature smile and you giggle before responding, “I wouldn’t have it any other way..” you say before he lowers his head, catching your lips in his once more

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ “ Wanna listen to the sound of you blinking, wanna listen to your hands soothe. Listen to your heart beating, listen to the way you move” - Adrianne lenker 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

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[eddiesxangel]

Give Me Everything | E.M x PlusSize!Reader

Anonymous requested: I was wondering if you could do a story on a plus size best friend reader.. who was asked out by a jock on a dare or who Eddie walks into her room to see her sitting on the floor upset because her favourite dress is getting tight.. and he shows her how much he loves her body even if she can't see it... Maybe with like a praise/breeding kink.. or whatever you want to do 😁🫠👉👈 Recently went through a weight gain, and I'm so hard on myself.

AN: As a plus-size girly myself, I got you bbg. 😚

CW: bestfrined!Eddie x f!reader, self-loathing, self-depreciation, weight gain, body image, Eddie is a big ol' simp, soft dom, praise, oral, p in v, breeding kink, creampies, Pet names (baby, babe, pretty girl etc.)

wc: 3k

When the former basketball team captain ran into you at the local bar and asked you out, you were hesitant to say yes.

Your body never bothered you…until it did. The perks, your tits never looked better; the downside was you felt big. You’re still getting used to this new body, the body that you didn’t like.

Maybe your favourite dress would be the thing to help. So you dug into the depths of your closet. It has been a while since you’ve even attempted to put it on. The summer months were finally here; you could use this pick-me-up.

You stepped into the A-line skirt. So far, so good. When you tried to bring the straps up, things took a turn. It felt so tight; it dug into your soft flesh, your skin popped out around the straps, and the buttons in the front weren’t even close enough together to do up. You turn to see the taught fabric surrounding your back, all lumpy with back rolls.

Silent tears start to shed as you look at yourself in the full-length mirror. You never even heard the knock on your door or the lock click when your best friend entered your home with his copy of the key. You didn’t see how Eddie’s face dropped when he saw you criticizing every inch of your body. The way his heart broke when he saw your tear-stained cheeks in the reflection of the mirror.

Eddie knew you had a date. He came for moral support and to maybe convince you not to go for his own personal reasons.

He was shocked when you revealed the name of the guy who had asked you out. Jason Carver. Number one douchebag of class of ‘87. He thought you were joking, but you didn’t grow up in Hawkins; you moved here after college. No way you would have known the country club- bible-thumping moron was his arch-nemesis all those years ago.

“Y/N”

You jumped when the soft whisper of Eddie’s voice filled the room.

“Eddie, I didn’t hear you come in.” You quickly try to wipe away the tears, embarrassed that he saw you like this, looking like this.

You quickly grab your oversized t-shirt and pull it over your head to cover up your shame.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You’re quick to reply.

“Don’t do that, you always do that. Tell me what’s wrong.” He gently takes your hand and pulls you to the bed.

“It’s so embarrassing.” Your voice cracks, and you want to die.

“It’s me we are talking about, babe; nothing you can do is embarrassing.”

Eddie was right; you shared everything. He knew all of your deepest, darkest secrets. All of them, but this one.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking.

“I’m no model, I’m not the size I use…” You look down, and you are not able to finish your sentence. It hurt too much to say out loud. "Nothing fits me anymore." You mumble.

“What?” He stroked the back of your head, trying to calm you.

“Nothing fits me anymore!” You break.

“So we will buy new clothes.”

“That’s not-ugh. You don’t get it,” he would never understand.

“Then tell me.”

“I never used to be like this.” You gestured to yourself.

“Like what?”

“Big!”

“You’re not big”

“Eddie… stop. I am… I just wanted to put on my favourite dress to feel better about myself, but now it doesn’t fit me anymore.” You sniffle.

“Y/N.” your name fell off of Eddie’s lips-laced with such sorrow.

“And now I have to find something to wear for this date in two hours, and I have nothing. I don’t even know if I like the guy, but he’s the first one who asked me out in a year, and I just wanted to feel pretty… to feel wanted... desired.”

“You are pretty; you are beautiful.”

“You’re just saying that.” your mouth speaks, but you can't ignore the butterflies that come with those words.

“No,” he shook his head. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” Eddie poured his heart out.

“You have to say that- you’re just trying to make me feel better.

“I’m really not, and if Jason doesn’t see that, then he doesn’t deserve to go out with you.” He shuffled closer to you. “That guy is a fucking loser! Peaked in high school. It’s killing me that you agreed to go out with him.”

“Maybe that’s what I deserve…”

“What?”

"If he is the only kind of guy that wants me it's what I deserve."

"Don't you dare say that," Eddie cups your face to force you to make eye contact.

"Why on earth would you think so little of yourself?"

"Because... no one wants the big girl." your eyes glazed with tears once again.

Eddie knew he fucked up by not telling you his feelings earlier on, but he was scared.

"Let me show you how beautiful you are. Please."

"What?"

"I can't watch you go on this date without letting you know that it should have been me to ask you first. I was scared of what it would do to us, but I like you; I like you more than a friend should. I think about you all the time, and I want to show you how much you mean to me. I want you to understand that your body is the most perfect thing I have ever seen.

"Eddie I-"

"Please"

"O-okay."

Eddie crashes his lips into yours. Nothing about this is sweet. It is primal and needy, like he can finally drink you in after weeks of thirst. His hand travels to the back of your head and gently lays you back on the bed. His body is hovering over yours as your fingers tangle in his hair. He tastes like spearmint gum and cigarettes. You breathe in his woodsy cologne, giving you a head rush.

His kisses become more gentle, more calculated as the both of you begin to mould into one. Curious hands travelled under your skirt as he felt the soft skin of your thigh, bringing it up so he could get closer.

The skirt of the dress you still had on fell, exposing more of your leg, and Eddie couldn't resist taking a peek.

He rose, and you let out a soft moan at the loss of contact.

"It's okay, baby. I just needed to see you. How beautiful you are spread open for me."

That made you flush. Never have you seen this side of Eddie before. Only in your wildest fantasies could you dream of these words being spoken from his mouth.

the self-consciousness quickly set in as you needed to close your legs, but Eddie's strong hand found the meat of your inner thoughts and pried them open with ease.

"No baby, I need you to be a good girl, and keep these open. Do you think you can do that for me?" He leaned in and gently kissed your inner thigh, another part of you you've been particularly loathing lately.

"i don't know" IT was so overwhelming.

"We don't have to keep going if you don't want to... But I would be honoured if you let me have you this way." It would be the highest compliment, the most trust you put into a man.

"I want to, but im nervous." You've not shown anyone your body since the weight gain; you never wanted to. But something about Eddie made you feel safe and wanted.

"we will go slow. I want to savour every second." He smirked and you couldn't help but cover your face. Why was he making you feel so giddy?

"No, no. I need to see you, pretty girl." Eddie's rough fingers intertwined with yours as he peeled your hands away from your face.

"You can't say things like that to me!" you squeak.

"Why? dose it make your pussy feel all tingly?"

"Eddie!"

"Oh, I bet it does; you like me talking you up? Good, because so do I." His lips latched on yours once again, and his tongue made its way into your mouth before he pulled away to kiss his way down your neck until your shirt got in the way.

"Take it off." His hands slid underneath, feeling the fabric of the tight dress bunched up around your middle. This was another barrier he would need to convince you to get rid of.

"Eddie..."

"Please? I want to make you feel good." His hands inched up further and further towards your breasts.

You close your eyes and let out a deep sigh before nodding in agreement. Your hands find the hem of your shirt before slowly peeing it off, exposing your lacy bra.

"Fuck" You hear Eddie exhale above you.

When you slowly open your eyes, you see a man above you, full of lust and primal desire. A man to whom you thought never to be attracted to you, yet here he is, ready to devour you like you're his last meal.

"You're so fucking perfect." He reaches to grope you, not able to resist not touching your chest.

He can feel your pebbled nipples through the thin blue lace that hardly concealed anything. The thought that Jason was the one who might have gotten to see this instead of him drove him mad with jealousy.

You swore you heard him mumble the word 'mine' before leaning in to kiss your skin right above where the bra lay on your breast. His plump lips were so soft on your skin as his kisses turned into licks and nips through the fabric. His hands cupped and squeezed your tits as you watched him become a man possessed.

You arched your back up into Eddie as he fondled you; you can also feel how hard Eddie is becoming against your thigh.

You moaned his name, and that only made Eddie need you more.

“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to taste you, baby?”

“No,” your breath is sharp and shocked.

“No?” He cocks his head, “Well, I need to get better at showing you just how much I need you.” He takes your hand and guides it to his jeans, where his cock is strained beneath.

Your eyes widen as you feel the stiff outline before you reach up to kiss him, but he pulls away, making his way down your body as he pulls down your dress, leaving you in only your matching panties and bra.

Your hands instinctively cover your stomach, but Eddie beats you to it, catching your hands mid-air and tilting his head.

“I don’t think so, baby; it’s just me.” He guides your hands to rest beside your body before he tentatively moves his own hands to your inner thighs.

“You trust me?” He continued.

You can’t form words; the only thing you can do is nod your head dumbly. No one had made you feel so desired, wanted... needed.

“Good girl”

Eddie finds his own hands pushing your legs open as far as they can go so he can see the wet patch that has formed in the gusset of your panties. A knowing smirk breaches his face as he leans forward to lay a gentle kiss on your covered pussy lips before taking a deep breath in. Your scent filled his nostrils, making you squeak with embarrassment.

“Eddie!”

“Can’t help myself, you smell so delicious…. Can’t wait to taste you.” He hooks a finger in your panties to move them to the side.

“So pretty,” he whispered into your lower lips before leaning a long wet kiss to your clit.

“Oh god!” You cry, arching your back into him as he makes out with your pussy.

“Tastes even better than you smell, baby.”

His tongue licks a long, drawn-out strip from your home to your clit, making you even wetter than before.

A mix of Eddie’s saliva and your slick coat on your inner thighs as he ravished you. The way his lips and tongue worked your clit and folds was head spinning.

“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!” You cry as your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave.

Your body shakes beneath your best friend don’t let go until he’s consumed all of you.

“Holy shit,” you catch your breath. No other words came to mind as your blissed-out state takes over all of you.

“You did such a good job f’me” he mumbled into your pussy before pulling back.

You see his shiny lips and chin break into a smile as he crawls back up your body to kiss you. You pull him down into you, and his body weight feels so good on top of you. You need more; you need to be closer.

“More,” you say into the kiss.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not even close to being done with you.”

“Eddie, please.” You whine, hardly recognizing your own voice. You’re so full of want and need for Eddie. He is the only thing you can focus on.

“Patients, baby,” he leans back to remove his clothes.

First came his shirt and then his belt; you watched as his ring-clad fingers skilfully undid the intricate lock of the belt buckle and teased you as he slowly undid his pants.

Your hands travelled up your chest, and you played with your nipples to entice Eddie to move faster, but he was savouring the moment. He wasn’t going to give in to your tricks; he had been waiting too long for this moment to not make it last.

"You're so pretty spread out like this, just for me."

“I want you so bad,” you moan as his boxers finally are tugged from his waist, and what you’ve wanted the most is sprung free. “I need you.”

“You have me, all of me.” Another feverish kiss was taken, and you couldn’t help but grind your bare hips into his own.

“No more waiting.”

“No more waiting baby, I have you.” You feel him rock the warm head of his cock through your cum soaked folds back and forth collecting your slick so he can slide into you with ease.

“Baby please.” You beg.

“What about protection?”

“No condom” you shake your head.

“No? You want me to fill this pretty little pussy? Claim you? Breed you? Make you mine?”

“Yes” you plead with a hint of desperation in your voice. The glint behind your eyes was too much for Eddie to say no.

“You want to be mine?”

“So bad, Eddie. Please, I want to be yours. I’ll give you everything, please.”

“Such a good girl. I like it when you tell me what you want.” He stroked the side of your face before cupping it to take you into a long kiss as his cock penetrated your leaking hole.

Another muffled moan from the both of you filled the room as his cock stretched your inner walls. Never had you had someone this big before; it's been a little over a year since you’ve had sex with a man. You don’t remember why you’ve waited this long. All thoughts about body image and self-hatred melted away with each brush of his cock.

“Fucking pussy is so tight.” He gritted through his teeth, trying not to spill his load into you already. Eddie swore he died and this was heaven. Your pussy was heaven on earth; nothing ever felt this good, not anyone, not anything.

“Faster.” Your hips matched his rhythm as you ground down onto his cock.

"You sure you can handle it, baby?"

"Yes!"

Lewd sounds of wet skin slapping filled the empty space of your bedroom. Cries of pleasure and touches of wanting filled the space and one another minds as the two of you couldn't get enough.

"Love how needy you are for me. Just can't resist my cock can you baby?"

unintelligible left your lips as Eddie rocked furiously into you.

"Anwer me, baby, or I'll stop. You were doing so good before."

"Yes! I want your cock." you cried.

"I'm so proud of you; you're taking me so well. Who's my beautiful girl?"

"m-me," you stutter as his cock brushes your spot.

"Fuck youre so beauiful. You're going to be even more beautiful after you're filled with my cum. You want hat baby? Want my load inside of you?"

"Yes!" your fingers dig into the flesh of Eddies back, leaving raised red scratches in their wake.

"Please- wanna cum so bad." you breath

"Fuck yes, baby, claim me. Make me yours cum on my cock."

It didn't take much longer as Eddie began to play with your swollen bud of nerves before you were falling apart all over again. A silent scream, your jaw hung lax as the sound gets caught in your throat, and another tidal wave, this one bigger than the last, washed over your whole body as his cock and fingers continued to work your needy pussy.

Eddie watched your fucked out state feeling so satisfied with himself. "Fuck that's my girl, squeezing me so fucking good." You feel Eddie jerk one last time before he spills everything inside of you. "Fucking take it."

You snap out of it when you feel the weight of Eddie collapses on top of you. You let out a giggle in your blissed-out state.

"Something funny, pretty girl?"

"No-no, everything is perfect. Thank you, Eddie." You brushed his swaety hair off his perspiering face.

"No baby, I think I need to be thanking you. Never has anyone let me fuck them like that."

"Never?" You shy away, realizing what youve asked of him.

"Don't worry. You're the only one I've ever wanted to do that with. I think you unlocked something inside of me." He kissed the corner of your mouth.

"Yea, I like you... a lot. If that's not obvious."

"I like you too, Eddie."

"I sure hope so you let me cum in you." He snorted.

"God, you're so vulgar."

"Yea, but you like it. "

"I do."

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 8.9K Warnings: ANGST w/ comfort (but also not?) Prompt: A Winter in Lupin's Cottage This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by lovely: @aremuslupinsimp

Chapter 48: Dust in the Wind

December 26th, 1976

The green flames rose and enveloped you alongside the slightly dusty smell of floo powder, you closed your eyes and opened them again until you felt the very distinctive smell of a home-cooked meal. You opened your eyes and stepped out of the fire. Remus was hugging a beautiful woman with hair exactly the same as his, and just next to them was a man, as tall as Remus, who had a hand on your friend’s shoulder. 

“Good evening,” you said politely, a small nod that the man returned. 

He stepped forward, “Lyall Lupin,” he said as he extended his hand, and you shook it while you introduced yourself to him. 

Remus’ mum pulled her face from her boy’s shoulder and turned to you, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, darling,” she said as she pulled you into a hug. She might have been the prettiest woman you had seen in your life. “Remus has told me a lot about you in his letters,” she said and you threw Remus a look, he just shrugged in response. “I’m really sorry it’s in such a condition that we finally meet, though” she pulled back and looked at you straight in the eyes. Remus’ brown, you realised as you stared back, “How are you?” 

You looked to the side, not sure what to say. You weren’t sure how much Remus’ parents knew, so you weren’t sure how to answer, you didn’t want to scare them, but you told Remus to ask them if it was all right if you went, so he must have at least mentioned the fact that you could have been a dеath eater target. Did he also tell them about your Mum? About Nina? 

“I’m coping,” you replied with a sad smile– that didn’t seem to convince Hope and she brought you back into a hug. “I’m really sorry you had to go through such awful things, darling.” 

You blinked a few times, she had a rather strong accent, but it was charming, you wondered if smaller Remus spoke more like her before Hogwarts. 

“Thank you,” you said as you leaned a little more into her hug. You didn’t realise how well hugging her made you feel. She was about the same height as your Mum, if you closed your eyes– no.

“Are you hungry?” She asked you as she pulled back to look at your face. She definitely had his eyes and they had the same mouth, although her nose was smaller, more narrow and slightly more pointy, the feminine version of Remus. She really could be her older sister and not his mum. No wonder Lyall fell madly in love with her. 

“The food smells delicious,” you said politely. She smiled, the exact same smirk Remus would sometimes give you. It was the smirk he’d use when he was up to something. 

“You know, I’m no wizard,” she said as she nodded for you to follow into the kitchen, “But I’d be dumb if I didn’t take advantage of all the fantastic things the magical world has to offer,” she said as she pointed at her kitchen. There was a floating spoon spinning the soup. She opened one of her drawers and picked out a few spices. Some of them were normal muggle spices, some of them were magical spices, and there were even a couple of potions there. 

She’s amazing, you thought as you saw her picking a warming potion and placing a couple of drops on the soup. “It’s great for winter,” she explained, “keeps me warm all night, even when Lyall is not around.” 

“When who is not around?” Lyall asked as he walked inside the kitchen, he had stayed behind talking to Remus. 

Hope threw him a smile and then a wink, placing a bit of the soup in the back of her hand, and then bringing it to her lips. 

“Do you like it very salty?” she asked. 

“Oh, I’ll take it how you take it,” you said with a quick shake of your head. Hope gave you another smile, winked your way and then took a small pinch of salt and added it to the pot. 

“Lyall, darling, would you set the table, please?” 

“We’re on it,” he responded. The cupboard above her head opened wide and a set of plates, cups and cutlery floated out of it and towards the dining area. You gently stepped out of the way as a small cup floated right over your head. 

“How can I help?” you asked her as he took the spoon, gave a few more twists to the soup and placed it on the sink. 

“There is some fresh apple juice on the fridge,” she said as she pointed towards one of the cupboards. “Do you mind bringing it over?”��

You had known what fridges were, you were muggle savvy enough, but you had never actually seen a fridge, at least not one outside of a muggle grocery store. So you walked towards the cupboard she had pointed and pulled the door open, only for the door of a fridge to be opened alongside it. A whiff of cool air hit your face and you leaned down to look through the things that Hope kept there. Milk, cheese, ham, and a couple of jars of things you didn’t know, there were also toppers with leftover food. 

You quickly found the jar and pulled it out of the fridge. “You don’t need anti-spoiling charms when you have one of these?” you asked, “food never goes bad?” 

Hope threw you a look as she pulled out gloves from a cupboard and used them to pick the pot of soup, “It goes bad if you leave it for too long. Unless you freeze it. Frozen food can last almost forever,” she explained. She walked outside with the soup and placed it on top of a wooden table that Lyall and Remus had placed there. Rem stood up and used his wand to bring over a tray with bread, and then one with shredded cheese. 

The magic spoon started serving your food as you placed your plate close to the pot, and then Hope used a normal spoon to add cheese on top of hers and yours. “You’ll like it, trust me,” she said with a smile. 

“It’s her special tomato soup,” Lyall said and took the cheese plate from her hands to serve himself and Remus. 

“How’s school?” He asked him as he added some cheese. 

“Remus is incredible,” you said before he even got to speak. Lyall turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “Insanely clever, he’s exceptionally good at potions, History and Defense Against the Dark Arts. I think he got ´Os´ on all of his final projects.” 

“She was my partner on most of them,” Remus said and then threw you a look.

He could tell you had switched into charmer mode. You stood slightly straighter and you spoke in the same way you had used back at Slughorn’s party. The tone you used on teachers sometimes. He too was charmed by you when you did it, but he didn’t want you to make such an effort, especially not for his parents. 

Hope, who didn’t really care for Remus’ grade as much as Lyall did, had been a lot more busy looking at the way her son was looking at you. She could easily tell how worried he was, and while she couldn’t see past the mask you wore, she was certain Remus could. 

“No talking grades on the table,” she scolded Lyall. “How have you been, Beag Gille?” 

“Oh,” you said as you sat your spoon on the soup. “That’s Little Boy! Isn’t it?” 

“You speak Gaelic?!” Hope asked, surprised. 

“Oh no,” you replied as you shook your head. “But Remus has called me a few things in Gaaelic before, “Beag Nicnevin and… what was it?  Oh right, he called me and Sirius something like  chachelan alan.” 

Hope raised an eyebrow, and looked at Remus who was holding his breath, and looked like he wanted to be swallowed by the ground. “Chailleachan àlainn?” 

“Yes! That was it,” you responded. 

“And neither of you know what he meant by that, did you?” She asked, there was a smile playing on her lips. 

“No,” you laughed. “But we got the meaning loud and clear, he was insulting us.” 

Hope’s smile tightened. She had had the suspicions that Rem had once had a crush on Sirius. She was sure, from the letters, that he liked you a lot, but it was now that she realised her Beag Gille had fallen for his two best friends. And neither of you had a clue, apparently. 

“Is it not an insult?” You asked when you noticed her expressions.

“Oh no, it is, awful one,” she said as she sent Remus a look. He just swallowed. He had never been more thankful that Lyall could not speak an ounce of Gaelic, no matter how many times both Hope and himself had tried to teach him. “Should have never given him that old dictionary,” she added, as she pointed at the bookshelf behind her. 

Remus threw her a look and resisted the urge to kick her under the table, “But she speaks many other languages, right, Vix?” 

“Vix?” Lyall asked, confused. 

“From Vixen, they thought it was a funny nickname,” you said with a shrug. “It grows on you,” you added then. “I don’t speak that many.” 

“At least 3 different ones,” Remus said. You refrained from saying how many you actually spoke. “When she and Sirius want to be annoying they start talking in French to shoot me out.” 

“And do you often find her and Sirius annoying?” Hope asked, turning to her son while she leaned her head on the back of her hand. 

“Yes, plenty of times,” Remus shot back rather quickly and gave a look to his mum. He had given you that same look plenty of times before, but you didn’t think he would give it to his mother. 

You leaned back towards Lyall and whispered, “Sir… Do you know what’s going on?” 

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he admitted and then shrugged. “They’re often like this thought, it’s like they know something the rest of us normal people don’t,” he said the last bit a little louder and Hope turned to him with a salacious smile. 

What a stunning woman, you thought as you saw her tilt her head at her husband, “You said you wanted the garlic?” she asked and extended her hand towards him, he scoffed as he took it in between his hands as he shook his head. That was Remus’ amused expression, he too tended to look at you that way often. 

After that, Hope changed the subject and she ended up telling you embarrassing baby stories of Remus. He had given up on stopping her babbling near the end of the second story, and just focused on finishing his soup. 

“So he then looked at me, he had this cute, adorable fat cheeks back then, and he frowned, mind you he was about this tall,” Hope said as she placed her hand near the ground. “And then he said: MUM, I’GWONA CORWSE YOU!“ 

“No way!” 

“He was small but he was clever,” Hope said with a nod, “He caught on pretty fast that his dad was the only one who could do magic besides him. Anyway, Lyall got pretty angry at him and he was grounded for saying that.” 

“And all for a lemon curd pie?”

“Clearly, you’ve never tried her lemon curd pie,”  Remus said as he stood up and picked his plate up. Since Hope and you were done, he also picked those up. 

“I can make you some, darling,” she added with a smile. “As long as you promise not to curse me,” she added with a smirk. 

You laughed, “I’d curse whoever tried to course you, Hope.” She had asked you to call her by her name at some point during the first story.

“And she really would,” Remus agreed, “she’s a brilliant duelist.” 

“I knew you’d be as sweet as Remus pictured you, but I’m starting to think he was selling you short,” she said and stood to pull the cups, you instantly stood to help her as well. 

“Oh leave it,” she said when she spotted you walking towards the sink. “Lyall charmed the sink so the dishes would wash themselves,” she explained and simply placed the things over the sink. “It’s the wonders of having married a wizard. Now you must be tired. Remus’ll give you his bed.” 

“What?” You asked. “No, I wouldn’t want to–” 

“Nonsense,” Hope said. “We have a good sleeping bag Remus’ll take. We’ve raised a gentleman after all.”

You smiled, Remus had never been anything short of one, that wasn’t a lie, “Thank you.”

When you moved to walk toward the door they had pointed to as Remus' room, Hope spoke again, “Remus darling, would you mind coming over just a second.”  

Remus gave a look your way and then walked towards his mum. “Yeah?” 

“Chailleachan àlainn?” She asked simply. 

“It was taken out of context mum, you wouldn’t–”  

She just smiled, “It might be a little too soon to tell, Beag Gille, but from what I’ve seen…” 

“What?” 

Hope bit her lip, “Have you ever heard of Emperor Nero?” 

“Eh… Roman? Really bad or something?” 

Hope smiled, “Yeah, Nero was vioIent, certainly. But there was something else. Look up his story with Sporus and Sabina, would you?” 

“Why?” 

Hope smiled and shrugged, “I’ll tell you once you’ve looked it up.” 

Remus narrowed his eyes at her impatiently. “Mum,” he complained, her smile only widened. “I’m not a kid anymore, you can’t manipulate me into learning.” 

“Oh, Remus, you’ll always be my Beag Gille,” she said as she reached for his cheeks. She could barely pinch anything now, but she did anyway. 

Remus rolled his eyes but allowed her to play with his face to her heart’s content. 

“By Merlin!” you exclaimed. “Is this baby Remus?” 

That was enough to distract her, there was a small portrait of Remus in your hands. It was his fourth birthday, he had no scars since he wasn’t a werewolf and he was smiling at the camera as he blew the candles. Hope walked over to you and smiled. “See those fluffy little cheeks?”  

You nodded in return. “He was absolutely adorable!” you said as you looked at him. Remus, your Remus, but smaller and chubbier, almost too cute to handle. 

“And he would never shut up,” Hope said. “Always asking questions about something.” 

“Exactly like his mum,” Lyall said, and she scoffed at him. 

Lyall and Hope seemed to be truly happy with each other, you had never seen that kind of playful banter between your parents. You wondered if they had ever been like that; if your father had ever made your mum smile the same way Lyall made Hope smile. You knew they had loved each other, in a weird twisted kind of way, but never like Hope and Lyall. You decided then, that that was the kind of love you wanted to have. And then a small smile appeared on your lips, since, in the end, you weren’t that far from it. 

“All right, time to sleep,” Hope said as she clapped her hand and pushed both you and Remus towards the room. “Remus has his own bathroom, so you can use it to change.” 

“Thank you,” you said with a smile as you walked inside. Remus’ room was smaller than any of the rooms in Hogwarts but it wasn’t exactly small either. He had a wall filled with rows of bookshelves, there was a small desk on the side, right in front of one of the windows, with a few books lying on the side. There was a closet next to the door and there was another door right after it. 

Remus had a few posters on the windows, and his closet was filled with pictures of places he had visited with his parents and a bunch of pictures with his friends. “Oh Godric! He looks exactly like Regulus did,” you said as you left your suitcase drop hastily on the floor and leaned down on the wooden floorboard to pick a picture of young Sirius. 

“That was in first year,” Remus said with a smile, remembering the day he took that picture of Sirius. He had been fascinated with the camera Remus had brought after the Christmas break and wanted to know everything about it.

“This is basically the Reggie I met two years ago,” you said with a smile, “down to the haircut.” 

“Sirius has always had softer features, though,” Remus said. 

You nodded in agreement, “He was so cute, almost as cute as you with your adorable chipmunk cheeks,” you said before placing the picture back in its place and standing up. Remus tried not to blush at your words. You had probably said it inadvertently, but you had basically said he was cuter than Sirius. “Is that your bathroom?” 

Remus nodded, “Go ahead, I’ll change here.” 

You walked over to a corner with your suitcase and opened it, taking out some sleeping clothes before walking inside the bathroom and starting to get changed, but you had forgotten your toothbrush, so you walked outside to get it again. Remus’ head snapped over to the door as it opened. 

You half gasped, Remus wore so many soft and cuddly sweaters, it was easy to forget how ripped he actually was. “Ugh, sorry, I can wait inside if–” 

“You know I’m a werewolf anyway,” Remus said with a shrug. He was –in fact– not  as cool as he appeared. 

You smiled and walked behind him, your arm accidentally brushing against his back when you walked past him to get the toothbrush. He was quicker while trying to find something, a simple sleep shirt. It took you no longer than a second to get your toiletry set. By the time you turned around, he already had a shirt on. But it was an old one, and it was rather tight. 

“The colour suits you,” you said before walking back inside the bathroom. Remus frowned, it was a simple grey shirt –not simple, a tight grey shirt–. And while you might have not known it then, it hadn’t been the colour that prompted you to say that. 

When you finished you walked straight into the bed and sat on the edge, Remus was extending the sleeping bag on the floor. You pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them as you rested your chin over them. “Is that really comfortable?” you asked in disbelief. 

“It’s okay,” he said with a shrug. 

“And… are you really planning to sleep there?” 

“Where else?” He asked as he turned to you. 

You pointed at the bed with your head, as if it were the most obvious thing. 

“I can turn into Vixen if you want,” you said, doing it instantly and leaning your head closer to lick his face. 

“Ugh, Little Witch!” he complained as he pulled back. You jumped from the bed over to his lap. It was obvious that asking to sleep with him like last night would have been weird. Not because you didn’t enjoy cuddling up to Remus, he was very cuddleable. But you feared he might have been uncomfortable and had only done it because it was necessary. You didn’t want to force him into something he didn’t like, but you knew for a fact that he liked cuddling Vixen. 

You brushed your head against him and he sighed. “Fine then,” he said. “I’ll brush my teeth, see you on the bed.” 

You jumped over to the bed and turned back. You had been so distracted you had entirely forgotten to tell Sirius and James you’d gone with Rem. So you took some paper from his desk and wrote a small note on a piece of paper. You leaned over the window and tapped a few times, you had given Reese the address, and you hoped he was around. When you spotted his small figure approaching the window from the fence, you smiled, hastily opening the window and wrapping the note on his feet. 

You were shutting the window when Remus left the bathroom, “I just owled the boys, so they know we’re here.” 

“I brought the radio,” he said pointing at his backpack, “And I also told them you were coming.” 

“When?” you were with me almost all day. 

“When I owled my parents.” 

“Before they sent the letter that said I could stay, were you that confident?” 

Remus nodded, and you scoffed with a smile, throwing a pillow his way before walking back to the bed and turning into Vixen. Remus lay on his bed and gently pulled you over his chest. The two of you were asleep in an instant. 

December 27th, 1976

There was a gentle hand on your head coaxing you awake. “Little Witch,” Remus said softly, “Little Witch.” 

You blinked awake, Remus smiled when he saw your small eyes open and dug his finger near your ear scratching the section softly, just like Vixen adored. You licked your snout and then dug your head on his chest again. 

“Nu-uh,” he said cheerfully. “No more sleep, I want to show you something.” 

You frowned and looked through the window. It was dark as fuck, Remus never woke up before the sun came up, you had even threatened Sirius with waking him up early just to make him cranky for the rest of the day. 

You jumped off his chest and onto the side of the bed, turning back and appearing in a sitting position, “Who are you and what have you done to my Remus?” 

Her Remus? I certainly like the sound of that, he thought and smiled a little wider. “Trust me, it’ll be worth it.” 

“On a scale from 1 to 10?” 

“Eleven, now shut up,” he whispered and stood up, walking to his closet and throwing a jumper and then a coat your way. “You’ll need this. It is still cold out there.” 

You frowned but pulled the jumper over your head, and then put on the coat. The coat was long, it reached your ankles, on Remus it probably reached way higher. You grabbed a pair of boots from your suitcase and tied them on as Remus did the same with his old pair of brown converses. 

When he was done, he nodded and the two of you walked outside of his room. He’d cast a silencing steps spell on the two of you so you wouldn’t wake his parents, and then you were out the door. You had not seen the outside of his house, and while Dumbledore had mentioned that they lived near the sea, you did not expect them to live that close. 

When he opened his front door, there was a whiff of cool wind that hit your face, which caused you to wince, but right after getting used to it you opened your eyes, the first thing that you heard was the sound of waves, so loud and clear, you wondered how it was possible that you hadn’t heard it when you were inside the cottage. From his front door, there was a small path that led to a simple stone fence, it was covered with a thin layer of snow, just like most of the garden, except for the small stone path that led to the wooden door of the fence. 

“Dad heat charmed the rocks,” Remus said as he saw you staring. You leaned down and placed your hand on them, they were warm to the touch but not too hot to burn. You smiled, Lyall was as much of a talented wizard as Remus. 

Beyond the fence, there were a few metres of land, and then, there was the steep end of a cliff. You looked marvelled at the scene, the moon was still shining in the sky, and it reflected a light beam of light on the sea. 

“Come,” he said as he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the gate. From there, he dragged you through the area and towards a different place.  You followed behind Remus for what must have been a 15-minute walk. The soft sound of waves, the crunching of your shoes against the snow and the melody of both of your breaths had combined to make the scenery even more soothing. The beam of light from the moon seemed to follow you as you climbed up and down smaller hills, as you heard the waves crashing against the shore way below the area you were standing on. Remus didn’t let go of you at all on the walk. 

His hand had found its way into your arm and he was guiding you through a path invisible to your eyes but impossibly clear to his. You were half admiring the way nature shone, and half the way he so easily moved through it. You knew Remus had a great sense of orientation, you had seen as much the day he guided you through the halls and then through the secret passages, you had seen Moony run and chase through the woods like the natural hunter he was, but you had never seen Remus outside of school grounds, or Hogsmeade. 

You had never seen him speeding through snow-covered hills and towards a direction completely unknown to you, the confidence by which he moved, the cadence of his steps, the sureness of his stance, they were all sides of Rem you had seen before, but now you stared at them in a new light. Perhaps it was how emotional you were, or the moon shining high above the two of you, reflecting its silver light on Remus’ profile, but you found the scene absolutely breathtaking, fascinating and beyond enrapturing. And you hadn’t even gotten to the place Remus was trying to show you.

“Mind your step,” he said as he tightened his grip on your hand, nodding towards a stoney step that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. “It’s ruins from an old castle,” he explained. “You can find these irregularities almost all over the valley,” he added as he pointed behind him, the light of the moon allowed you to discern a few, old crumbling towers. 

You smiled, and then followed behind him, not towards the castle, but in the same unknown direction he had been dragging you since you stepped outside of his house. No more than 5 minutes passed, and he stopped, let go of your hand and walked towards the end of the cliff, as if to make sure he was in the right place, and then he came back. “It’s here, come over,” he whispered, and grabbed your arm again, pulling you towards the cliff. 

He sat down near the edge and then patted the spot right next to him. You sat down on the snow next to him. 

“Look,” he whispered as he pointed towards the water. 

You stared at the shimmering water for a couple of seconds, but you didn’t see anything other than the reflections of the moon. You were about to turn to Remus, to ask him what exactly he was going on about when you noticed a slight movement, and then a shimmering, iridescent fin. 

You gasped and covered your mouth instantly, “Remus, it’s merfolk!” you whispered. He smiled when he saw the wondrous expression that filled your face. “How is it possible?” you asked as you saw one of them jump from the water and then back in. You realised as well, that the crashing of the waves at the bottom, was accompanied by soft screeches that would get carried away with the strong wind. “They’re out and about, aren’t they scared to be spotted by muggles?”  

“It’s a reserve,” Remus explained. “That’s why Dad decided to move here. Apparently, they’ve charmed almost the entire place. Muggles forget what they’re doing and turn back whenever they cross the magical borders, kind of like Hogwarts and Hogsmeade.” 

“Does that mean there are more magical creatures here?” You whispered as you leaned your head over the edge to see the merfolk better. You could instantly tell they were Sunfolk since they had long, human-like hair and were stunningly beautiful. Some of the deadIiest. 

“Yeah, there’s a forest not too far from him that is said to be more filled with magical beings than the Forbidden Forest. I heard Dad mention there were fae there too, I guess we could also visit if you–”

“No,” you said simply. “Fae are dangerous, Grandma taught me as much.” 

“No more than merfolk,” Remus retorted. 

“And we’re looking at them from far away,” you added. “With Fae, it wouldn’t be as simple. They could charmspeak you, Remus.”

Charmspeak was something similar to the Imperius curse, when done properly, the fae could get you to do whatever it is that they wanted. Your mom had been capable of it, she and your grandma had taught you how to resist it since they were scared you might be stolen as a child, and taken back to their tribe. Your grandma hadn’t left in the best of terms, and fae were resentful people. 

“They can too,” he said pointing at the sirens. “They’re beautifully deadIy” 

“I’m aware,” you responded with a smile and leaned a little closer to the edge, your hands firmly gripping the very end of the cliff as you used them to support yourself and look down curiously. “That makes them even more enrapturing, don’t you think?” You turned to face him. 

Remus laughed, “You really do like dangerous things.” 

“Not all the dangerous things,” you said, thinking back to a few nights ago. 

What a beautiful sight it was that Remus had brought you to, a welcome distraction to the thoughts and memories plaguing your mind. But that didn’t stop you from feeling slightly bitter at the sweetness of the world. Was it making fun of you and your sadness, by being so beautiful and wild? Were the gorgeous scenes mocking your grieving soul or was it an omen of better times? 

The darkness was starting to subdue, the sky tinted orange and pink tones ahead, you hadn’t noticed until then, that Remus had woken you to see the sunset along with him. 

“You come here often?” You asked as you leaned back on your hands, the cold snow more refreshing than painful as it had been nights ago. 

“Dad bought the house when I entered Hogwarts. There’s a small muggle school in which mum teaches history and science a few kilometres west.” 

“Wasn’t she a chef?” 

“Mum has been so many things, you’d be surprised. She worked at an insurance company in Cardiff before she met Dad, but before that she had been in a band.” 

“A band?” you asked, turning to Remus. The warm morning light was reflecting on his skin, making his features softer and homely, like the groggy Remus you had met after the moon, the one who acted like a child and wanted to cuddle you for longer. 

He nodded. “She was the drummer,” he explained. “She said she thought there was more to the world than it had to offer and that she wanted to explore the endless possibilities of it all. No wonder she fell in love with a wizard.” You bit your lip as you laughed. Hope was a fascinating woman indeed.

“Anyway, I didn’t know the house until the Christmas break of my first year, Mum and Dad didn’t have to move around as much since they didn’t have to hide Moony anymore and they decided to settle down here. Dad warned her not to get too close to the cliffs, and not to wander around, but she’s stubborn, a lot like you actually.”

“She was the one to find the merfolk, she’s not stupid, though, she didn’t dare to get close to them until she asked Dad all he could tell her about them and gobbled a few hundred books. I got that from her,” he said, turning to face you and then back at the sunset. “She was the one to bring me here, she said she had a Christmas present for me and told me all she had learned about them as we admired the sunset. She said ‘Remus, all things can be beautiful, even the most dangerous ones’, I knew she meant me, but I never quite felt like I lived up to it.” 

“Well that’s because you’re a stubborn idiot,” you said with a teasing smile. “You’re beautiful Remus, as beautiful as the Sunfolk swimming down there and as the fae lurking in the forest that you mentioned. Like the sunset and moon, like the wind that blows on our face and the whispering chants of the sea,” you turned to him, “you should just accept it and move on.” 

Remus was almost shocked by your words, he didn’t remember you being so poetic, perhaps the near-dеath experience had brought out a new side of you, or perhaps you were just saying your unfiltered thoughts. In the embracing rays of the morning sun, in the homely presence of nothing but the waves and the sky, words were easier to muster, and thoughts became freer than birds. 

He knew he shouldn’t tell you, he was aware what a terrible idea it was, but would there ever be a better moment to confess all the feelings that had pent up inside of him the last few months? With the sunrise, and the soft and warm moment surrounding the two of you, with the words you had just said to him like they were a normal sentence but that had been more like a windfall to him. Like an answer to his longings. Perhaps, this was it. “I’m bisexual…” 

The second he said it, he completely regretted his words. He had gotten too caught up in the moment, too wrapped up in the beauty of it all. What exactly was he planning to say? I’m bisexual and I have a crush on you and your boyfriend? You had just seen a friend diе for fucks sake, this was about the worst fucking time to speak his mind. 

“I know,” you said simply, calmly, as if one of the last secrets he held from you wasn’t such a surprise. Although when Remus said it, it seemed like he had cut himself off; like he had originally wanted to say something else but stopped himself.

“What?!” he asked with a confused frown. Did you know? How did you know? Did that mean you also knew about his impossible crushes? 

“Minho accidentally let it slip when I figured he had a thing for Tom, he assumed you had told me,” you explained. 

“Really?” he asked in disbelief, “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

“I assumed you’d tell me when you were ready,” you said with a shrug. 

“How many more things you know about me that I don’t know you know?” He asked in disbelief, almost diverted altogether. 

“That’s quite a question, Moony,” you said with a teasing smile as you leaned back and allowed yourself to fall into the snow, looking at the stunningly tinted sky. “I also like girls, sometimes.” 

“What?!” he asked, turning to you very surprised.

“Sirius was shocked too,” you said with a small laugh. You liked this, it felt normal. Like you were just a kid enjoying the time with your friends, no war to worry about, no dark family secrets, just you and Remus. 

“He probably thought it was hot,” Remus said as he too allowed himself to fall on the snow. You laughed, remembering Sirius’ words after you told him. “Godric! He didn’t actually say it, did he?” 

“Sirius? Speaking his mind without thinking? Nah,” you replied sarcastically. 

“Ugh, please tell me you hit him for it.” 

“I was a little drunk,” you admitted. “Fell asleep shortly after to be honest.” 

“You fell asleep?!?” 

“It was after I fell into the water and almost got kiIIed by the water spirit,” you said in self-defence.  There was a bit of silence. “I wonder if that was a Naiad or… maybe it was Merfolk? They looked devastatingly hungry, but I don’t see how such beautiful creatures could become so hideous only by the lack of care and neglect.” 

“Not all merfolk are beautiful,” Remus said. “Sunfolk are those that muggle mermaids are based on, but they say there are also some deep in the Black Lake, and I believe the deeper they inhabit, the less human-like they become.” 

“Yeah?” you asked, turning to look at him, snowflakes already adhering to your hair. Remus couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked. “Have you seen them?” 

“Of course not,” he replied with half a smile. “But Dad mentioned once that Dumbledore speaks mermish, he’s probably seen them. We can ask him what race they are, although I’d assume they’d be something like Lacfolk or Somfolk.” 

“Or Deepmer,” you said, trying to think back to your Magical Creatures from the Depths course. 

“Did you just make that up?” he asked. 

“What, you mean Lacfolks is a thing but Deepmer isn’t?” 

“It sounds like you just made it up.” 

“I did not!” You weren’t exactly sure if that was the name, you had one class about it when you were 13, but you had been so busy with other final projects and exams that you didn’t have the opportunity to thoroughly pay attention to it (it wasn’t coming on the exam, and the subject was only given because there was a boy called Elliot who was really passionate about them and requested the teacher to dive a little deeper into the subject). “Well, I’m like 80% sure it’s a thing,” you added as you sat up again. 

The sun was starting to come out, a small little fireball emerging from the sea tinting the clouds around it a soft orange tone. Remus sat up as well, lost in between looking at the sky and at the way it reflected on your eyes. He forced his gaze to the sight in front of him instead. 

You leaned a little over the edge again, “You think they’re aware we’re looking at them?” you asked when you saw a merman jump from a rock and gracefully dive into the water, muscles glistening in the sun as he called for another man to follow behind. 

There was a couple kissing on one of the rocks as well. Devouring each other like they hadn’t kissed in months. You kept staring, paying closer attention to all of them. Some had long blue hair, the colour of the sea. Others a lighter green, more akin to sea foam. Their skin was very tan, like most Sunfolk, but their long hair helped them blend into the water, hiding them from their biggest predator– muggles. 

“I think they might be,” Remus said as he saw a merman looking up the cliffs and into your direction. He didn’t speak much, but Remus’ acute sight could kind of see a slight smirk. A coquettish little smile that seemed to beckon him to come down, he was handsome, but there was no way in hell he’d be lured by Merpeople if he had you to look at as well.

“They’re rather hedonistic,” you said when you spotted a blue-haired merwoman kiss one with ashy white curls, wrap her hands around the other’s waist and then pull her to her neck as a green-haired merman kissed her lips. 

“Polyamory is common in merpeople,” Remus murmured. 

You leaned a little closer to the edge and then pulled back, your cheeks burning in embarrassment, “Remus– Remus I don’t think they’re hedonistic merpeople.” He turned to look at you with a frown. “I think it’s mating season.” 

“What? Makes no sense, mating season is almost always in summer…” 

“You go tell them that,” you scoffed. “Can’t believe you brought me to see horny merpeople!” 

“What? I didn’t–”

You started to laugh and then looked up at the sky again, the sun was much higher now, reflecting a warm beam of light through the landscape. You then leaned down and allowed your head to fall on his lap. “Snow is kind of cold,” you said simply. 

He brought his hand to your head and started getting rid of some of the snowflakes that had gotten caught. He placed his fingers around a strand and then allowed them to melt before drying his fingers on his coat and repeating his action again. There was something insanely calming about being with Remus. And while the sights, and stunning view he had brought you were soothing, his hand on your hair were reassuring you far beyond the ability of the mermaids’ chants, and the crashing of waves against the stone. 

You stayed there, sometimes talking, sometimes staying quiet, and simply basking in each other’s company. Waking up early had definitely been worth it. You were beyond thankful you had Remus, you couldn’t think of a better place to be. Laying in your lonely room in Hogwarts while you thought back on everything that had happened on Christmas with nothing other to do than eat your heart out in the quiet of lonesomeness seemed like torment in comparison. 

Back when you were alone in the snow, with Nina held between your arms, you didn’t think you’d be able to feel at peace again, and while you still felt all the sadness, you were thankful that it wasn’t crashing with the serenity that you felt at the moment. With the bliss of simply looking at the stunning sight and hanging out with your best friend. You realised that sadness and joy weren’t mutually exclusive, but rather there was enough space in your heart for you to feel both desolate over all that had happened mere days ago, and delight over the stunning sights, and the alleviating touch of Remus’ fingers. 

“Shouldn’t we go back soon?” you asked, the Merpeople were still in the water enjoying themselves, but the sun had gone up rather high, and while its warmth felt all the more soothing, how high it was and how much warmer it had gotten gave you the feeling that you had been with Remus for a while, “Won’t you parents worry?” 

“Mum probably already knows where I brought you,” he lifted his hand from your hair to check his clock, “breakfast should be ready by now, though.” 

“Breakfast?” you asked as you stood up and turned to him, the snow on your coat gently falling to the floor, “you’re telling me I’ll get to eat more of your mum’s delicious food?”

You had stood up so fast that Remus was slightly taken aback. He rolled his eyes but nodded, and extended his hand for you to help him up. Did he really need the help? Not really. Did he want an excuse to touch you? Most definitely. 

“Merlin, I swear my mouth’s watering and I don’t even know what I’m going to eat.” 

Remus scoffed at that, you had always appreciated your food. Especially some of the things the elves prepared, but he’d never expect you to become his mum’s number one fan in regards to it. 

“Come on Rem, let’s go!” you said as you started running. 

“It’s the other way round, sweetheart,” he said with an amused grin. 

You stopped yourself in your tracks, looking at the side and then back at Remus and then to the side again. It was still dark when you got there, but getting confused about which side you had walked from was embarrassing when there were only two possible options. “You’re fucking with me?” He shook his head, an amused smile still dancing on his lips. You sighed and turned back, walking towards Remus. “Are you sure?” 

“Very,” he said with a laugh and grabbed your arm the same way he had done when he brought you, this time pushing you a bit closer to him. You didn’t mind it all, you enjoyed being close to Remus, you’d always had. “Come on, we wouldn’t want you to miss my mum’s exquisite food.” 

“Don’t make fun of me! It really is exquisite,” you replied, this time with a smile as well. 

You and Remus walked back to his cottage, and Hope really had breakfast ready by the time you were there. 

“You took her to see the merpeople?” She asked. 

“Yeah,” you said with a smile, “And the stunning sunrise too.” 

Hope sighed with a smile, and Lyall used his wand to bring in a small crystal bottle with honey and a vase with some fresh berries. 

“We got these from the fae market in the forest,” she told you. “It’s hard to deal with them at first but I met a really friendly Brownie that collects muggle things and he’s always willing to make exchanges. 

“You’ve eaten fae food?” you asked, horrified. Your mother and grandma had warned you, over a thousand times never to eat fae food.  

Lyall smiled, “Not all fae food is bad. Especially not if you’ve made a deal for it. Their charms disappear if they receive something in exchange.” 

“I– I didn’t know that,” you stuttered, realising how little you actually knew of the fae, even when you were part one. 

“Not many know,” Lyall said reassuringly. “We’ve kept a close relation with most of the leaders of the clans in the forest since it is my job to make sure the wards and protection spells are always active. Hope, being as friendly as she is, made friends along the way.” 

“And it doesn’t scare you, they might try to take her away?” 

“The Fae?” Lyall asked. “Of course not, they’re very respectful of deals, we’re their guardians.” 

Remus gave you a short pat on the back and a sort of comprehensive side look. He too knew what it was like not to know much of who you were, or at least of part of who you were. And while you had learnt a good deal of fae lore, it mostly consisted on how to stay the hell away from them, rather than their customs. Truth be told, you didn’t even know what type of fae your grandma was. Dryad, Selkie, Nymph, Spite, Alven, there were so many of them that had the size and look of a human enough to blend in, like your grandma.

Remus also didn’t know much about werewolves even if he was one, much like you, his knowledge consisted mostly of how to deal with the problem rather than with their origin, who they were or what they did. At this point, you might as well know more about werewolves with all the research you had done than he did himself. 

“You want to try one?” Hope said with a smile, taking the plate and offering it up to you. You stared at the absolutely delicious-looking fruit and extended your hand for a strawberry. You took a deep breath and then placed it in your mouth, biting it and closing your eyes at how delicious it tasted. It might have had no charms, but you could easily become addicted to the flavour. 

“Woah,” you said as you licked your lips, the remnant of juice being as delightful as the fruit itself. Your eyes had tinted bright silver for a mere second before they returned to normal. Lyall had been busy setting up the table but both Remus and Hope noticed. 

Hope was about to say something, but Remus shook his head. It must have been something similar to his eyes going golden when the wolf was near. 

“Let’s eat, shall we?” Hope said as she placed the bowl with berries back on the table and pulled a chair for you to sit. You thanked her as you sat down.

Breakfast went by as swiftly and gleefully as dinner had gone last night. And so had the days after that. You’d spend your time exploring around the cliffs with Remus, taking breaks for reading books, and talking to the boys through the radio. You exchanged a few letters with Lily, Marlene and the rest of the girls who had sent letters to the boys the minute they found out about the Christmas Party fire, and that you were on the list of the people that had been invited. They were worried since they hadn’t heard from you since then. 

Somehow, being in such a beautiful place had actually helped lift up your spirits, and while you didn’t feel exactly like yourself yet, you did feel a lot better. One night you sneaked out as Vixen and ran towards the shore, hiding behind some rocks and staring at the selkies. One of them had long blonde hair and it reminded you so much of Nina’s that you ended up running back up the hills and crying near the castle ruins until Remus found you. 

He wanted to tell you off for walking out at night, for not telling him or anyone, for not even taking his wand along. He wanted to tell you that even if the merpeople and fairies had dealt with his parents, that didn’t exempt you from the dangers of being ignorant of their customs. Instead, he sat beside you and placed a hand on your back, smoothing soft circles like he had done the night he found you in the snow. You wrapped your hands around his neck and clang to him as you allowed the tears to drop from your eyes and wet his jumper. He had run out so fast he hadn’t even taken a coat out. 

“What happened?” he asked you softly. 

“She looked like Nina,” you whispered and sniffed, trying to wipe the tears off your face and compose yourself.

“It’s okay,” he said soothingly and wrapped his arms a little tighter, bringing you to his lap and holding you close. He held you until you stopped crying and the two walked back to the cottage. Neither of you talked about it in the morning, nor did you the day after in which you both went to see the sunrise again. 

“We just got this letter for the two of you,” Lyall said as you walked back inside the house. 

“Yeah?” you asked with a frown, as you extended your hand to take it from Lyall who had handed it out for you.

“From the Potters,” Hope added with a smile. 

You turned to Remus and the two of you opened it. “Oh, they want us to come to their house after New Year,” you said. 

“How surprising,” Hope replied with a knowing smile. 

“They say we can stay over until we go back to school from there…” Remus added as he read.

“That means I won’t see you again till the break?” Hope asked, looking at the two of you, and then focusing on Remus. “What about the moon?” 

“I mean, Vix could go and–” 

“No,” you said. “It’s fine, we don’t have to go. Are you going to spend the moon here?” 

Remus threw you a side glance and then turned to his mum who had a knowing look on her face. “I was just joking. You both should go and have fun with your friends. Remus has been at the Potter’s on a Moon before, I’m sure they have something prepared for that.” She turned to you, “You must miss your boyfriend as well,” Hope added looking at you. 

And you really did miss Sirius. But the idea of going to the Potters, of being with Sirius and James and then going to school, meant reality. It meant facing everything that had happened again, talking to the boys about it. The small little bubble you had created here with Remus. The one where there were pretty things and creatures and nothing more than would burst the minute you left. And you weren’t sure who you’d become outside of it. 

You turned to Remus, “Well if you want to,” you said softly. 

Remus looked at you and smiled, although it wasn’t quite reaching his eyes. “We’ll go, after New Year.” 

It’s not that Remus didn’t want to see James and Sirius. Heck, he missed Sirius intensely, his eyes, his hair, his laugh, his voice, his pranks. But stepping out of his house and into the Potter’s meant you wouldn’t be his anymore –you weren’t now either– but he had lived the blissful deceit of having you, of hugging you and playing with your hair and being the person to comfort you when you were sad and of being the only one to make you laugh and being the only one who got to see your smiles and he didn’t want that to end. He knew how selfish that was. He was aware he was being greedy, but he had enjoyed the dream the two of you had been wrapped up in. And even then, he wanted to see Sirius again. He yearned for him and his mannerisms and the way he would sometimes invade his personal space, and he had to pretend he didn’t enjoy it. No matter how much bliss he felt with you, he wanted to see Sirius again. You both did.

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Part II

When Regulus wakes up its the sound to a coffee maker grinding beans and hissed cursing. 

He sits up to see a very anxious James Potter about to pull the plug to the coffee machine right out of the wall. 

“It already woke me, we might as well have coffee,” he croaks, his voice still slurry from sleep. 

“Sorry,” James scratches the back of his neck. “I hadn’t seen you until I turned it on.” 

“It’s fine, James.” 

James looks at him with soft eyes and a smile that pulls at something deep in Regulus’ chest. “I missed you saying my name.” 

Oh. 

Suddenly Regulus can’t stop the ragged breath that’s been clawing up from the bottom of his lungs. James’ eyes immediately widen and he puts the coffee mug in his hands down and rushes to the side of the couch. His hands hover in the air like he wants to hold on, do something, but Regulus can’t help but flinch away. 

“I’m sorry,” James’ voice goes soft and pleading. “I shouldn’t have—I’m sorry.” 

“I just—“ Regulus tries to get control back against this wild lurching thing. “I didn’t think you would be here.” 

“Oh.” To his credit, James tries hard to hide the hurt. He always does when Regulus’ words bite. But he’s never been very good at hiding anything on that damn face of his. 

“I didn’t know you and Sirius—“ 

“Lived together?” A watery smile replaces the damage Regulus dealt him. 

“I don’t know why, I only knew his address because of you.” 

James breathes out a laugh, “yeah. And—I mean, just so you know, Sirius isn’t exactly…aware of us talking.” 

“Talking,” Regulus sounds out the word, some of the tightness is starting to leave his chest. “You sending me messages and me not responding doesn’t constitute talking.” 

“Well, apparently it was useful,” James grins, some of his old cheer making it back into his voice.

“Why did you?” Regulus asks, unable to help his curiosity. “Keep texting me, I mean.” 

“I didn’t want to let you go,” James shrugs, standing back up. “C’mon, coffee’ll be ready soon.” 

Regulus trails behind him to the kitchen, finally taking in the apartment in the morning light. The walls are a light tan colour, complimenting the deeper brown of the countertops and cabinets. One accent wall along the stove is a deep red. A window on the side wall fills the whole area up with light. In the window is a glass sun catcher shaped like, well, the sun. Regulus recognizes it instantly.

“I can’t believe you kept that thing,” Regulus murmurs, fingertips grazing the small figurine, making it sway and casting a rainbow throughout the kitchen. 

“It’s a nice memory.” He can hear the smile in James’ voice, but he doesn’t look at him. 

A moment later the coffee machine beeps. 

****

Sirius doesn’t remember the events of the night before until he stumbles into the kitchen to see James and Regulus talking quietly over a cup of coffee.

“Coffee’s ready,” James holds out a mug to him. 

“Thanks,” Sirius takes it, going over to the coffee pot and filling it up to the brim. Something tells him he’s going to need it to get through today. Talking with his brother has never been his strong suit. 

They drink in mostly silence, James talks about his job, which he has the day off from today. He’s a fire fighter, meaning he’s got lots of stories. Sirius has heard all of them before, but Regulus seems entranced. Good. It’s the first time since Regulus walked in through the door that he didn’t look utterly shattered. 

Suddenly Sirius’ phone rings. An unknown number. He ignores it, switching the sound off, but Regulus’ gaze flicks to the sound. “Telemarketers,” he waves it off. 

The phone rings again. 

“Don’t answer it,” Regulus says, voice distant. 

“Regulus,” Sirius starts cautiously. “Did you give our mother my phone number.” 

“No,” he scoffs, “do you really think she can’t find it all on out own?” 

“Right. Second question, why is she using it.” 

“Because I ran away,” he says simply. Like it’s the easiest thing in the world to admit. Sirius’ jaw drops anyways. 

“You ran away,” he echos back. He glances to James, who’s face goes from a smile to blank when he catches Sirius watching. “You…”

“Yes, Sirius I ran away.” 

“Why?” 

“Really?” He narrows his eyes, “do you have to ask.” 

“I mean—they’re terrible, but you—Reg, you insisted you had to stay for uni.” 

“Yes, well, as of three months ago, I graduated.” 

“Congrats,” James murmurs, holding out his hand for a fist bump. Regulus ignores it. 

“I—what?” 

“Okay,” James intervenes, putting a hand over Sirius’ to ground him. “Why don’t you start at the beginning.” 

“The good thing about University is that the records are very secure.”

“And that matters because?” Sirius asks, James gives him a glance that obviously means shut up, but Sirius ignores him. Mostly. 

“It means I could switch majors without telling anyone.” 

“You’re not a business major?” 

“I was, for three months.” 

“And then?” 

Regulus just glares at him. 

“So,” James moves the conversation along. “I’m guessing graduation ceremony happened, and your parents found out.” 

“That they did,” Regulus hums, taking a long drink from his coffee. 

“But that was three months ago,” Sirius argues. “What—“

“The point is,” Regulus cuts him off firmly, levelling him with a cutting look. “They’re looking for me.” 

“Shit,” Sirius curses as his phone lights up again with an incoming call. 

“You don’t think they’d like, file a missing persons report or anything do you?” James questions them both. 

“I don’t know,” Regulus admits, “they didn’t with Sirius.” 

“But they also knew where I was,” Sirius reminds him. “Either way, you’re legally an adult. They can’t drag you back there. They won’t.” He tries to say it with as much conviction as possible. Regulus nods minutely in return.

“I’m starving,” Sirius grins, trying to push down the unease in his bones. “Pancakes anyone?” 

James and Regulus both perk up at the thought, and Sirius moves to start them. 

“Did someone say pancakes?” Comes a tired voice from the hallway. Sirius turns to see Remus shuffling in, a big yawn on his face, which quickly morphs to confusion when he spots Regulus. 

“Reg? What are you doing here?” Regulus opens his mouth to speak but Remus holds out a hand. “Coffee first, actually.” 

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concert confession﹒⪩⪨﹒

paige bueckers x teammate! reader

warnings: eating out, fingering

word count: 3.3k

a/n: it’s been a bit since I last posted a ff but here goes nothing I guess ;-; feel free to send me any requests and maybe I’ll post more - inspired because im seeing Bryson this weekend <3

readers pov

You take a step back in front of the mirror in your shared dorm with your roommates Azzi and Kamorea. You had on a lacy, black corset and a tight black leather skirt and a pair of those cute heels, that have the pretty strings going up your leg- also black. You may ask, what’s the occasion? Well, you’re going to your first concert. As roommates, you got lucky since both Azzi and KK know how to do hair and makeup, which you weren’t gifted with. But, you had all the cute clothes, so you all helped each other out, and honestly - who knew a bunch of college basketball girls could look so hot because you guys really did look good. 

“I am so glad we convinced you to come along with us y/n because you look so fucking good.”, Azzi says, taking a picture of the three of you in the mirror. KK hummed in agreement before getting the shot glasses and setting them on your dresser. “Okay, how about we do three here and we can have some in the car ride there.”, you say and the girls were far from opposed. You didn’t want to get too far gone, especially since this is a concert to remember. You loved rnb music a lot, it was your favorite genre - making Bryson Tiller one of your top artists. 

You all finish your shots, taking a few more photos together and you run to your uber that you ordered a few minutes prior. “No way.”, you say in the car - staring at a message on your phone. You had posted a picture of your fit on your story on Instagram, with some text saying “bryson tn <3”.  Not only did your crush like the story, but she had responded to your story too. 

pbuecketz 

hey, didn’t know yall were going to the concert tn, you should’ve told us 

                                                                                                                               st3rg1rl (y/n)

who’s us? 

pbuecketz 

me, ice, nika, and aubrey 

let’s meet, it’s all floor tickets anyways 

Your roommates take your phone and read over the short conversation. “Yeah we knew Paige was coming, but if we told you, we knew you wouldn’t-”, KK started, before stopping to watch you down the small plastic bottle you had filled with soju. 

If Paige was going to be here and you looked this good, you couldn’t waste it being in your head. You had to shoot your shot. Liquid confidence can’t hurt anyone. Maybe that’s just the alcohol speaking. Your thoughts are silenced when the uber driver pulled up, a full block from the venue, like you had requested. 

You all quickly thank the driver and get out, drinking the last of the small bottles of alcohol you brought, fixing your clothes and checking your makeup. 

The walk to the venue was nice, it was a cool night and since it’s May, it’s not too hot but during the evenings it’s the perfect temperature. Azzi teases you about Paige, showing you her stories on instagram with her fits - since you refused to look at them. “AZZI, STOP SPOILING THE GOODS”, you say to her, flipping her off. Getting into the venue was fine, you showed your tickets and ID since there was a bar. You all knew this prior to arriving, but why pay for overpriced water downed alcohol when you could just pre-game. But the pre-game has gotten to your small group of friends, since you all were smiley, giggly and not making much coherent sense. At security when checking in, you all tried your best to be the mature adults you were. 

It was a bit early, 8:17 pm and the event didn’t start until 8:30. You drag your girls to the bathroom, and ask for a pep talk. “Y/n, you’ve liked her for 3 fucking years, if you don’t do something about it then it’s your own fault.”, Azzi tells you, rubbing your arm. “You look hot, Paige would have to be straight as a fucking ruler if she doesn’t have her eyes on you the whole night.”, KK tells you and you look in the mirror and fix your lip liner. 

“You’re Y/n, uconns second best player, right behind Paige. You look hot tonight, and you can do this.”, you mumble to yourself as you follow your girls out the bathroom and the find some of your other teammates and you all find a good place, near the stage. 

“You look way better tonight in person, your story didn’t do you justice mamas”, the girl you were nervous the entire way to the venue said, standing right in front of you. Something was different tonight, something felt different but you couldn’t put your finger on it - maybe it was the alcohol messing with you again but you go for it. 

“If I knew you were coming tonight, I would’ve put some more effort in - you’re a tough girl to impress.”, you respond. It’s true anyways, she was hard to impress. It wasn’t the first time you’ve worn something like this, or just about done anything for her to say something like this. 

The concert starts, and the team is taking selfies with each other to capture the moment, and of course KK is on live with Ice and Azzi, streaming the concert and you, Nika, Aubrey and Paige are singing along and taking videos. You glance at Paige, and admire how she looks. She didn’t have to wear much makeup to look so gorgeous, she wore black dress pants and a black crop top, matching your vibe - unintentionally of course. As the concert progresses, you feel the alcohol start to ware off, and though you didn’t want to waste money at the bar, you end up going to the back and getting a drink. You still had to shoot your shot, which you still had no clue what you were going to do. 

Then it hits you, you knew what to do. You get another quick shot of soju, down it and make your way back to your friends. “Hey guys, I gotta use the bathroom anyone wanna come with.” you say to them, and luck is on your side because the very girls at the concert with you all know about your 3 year crush on Paige, and they let her answer. “Yeah, I gotta go too.”, Paige says, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the crowd. 

Azzi and KK shoot you a look as you get dragged through the crowd and you feel your face heat up. When the two of you get to the bathroom, Paige actually goes to the bathroom and you bend over slightly over the counter and fix your eyeliner. Nodding along with the music, mouthing the words, Paige comes out of the stall, and you can see her checking you out. 

Perhaps, you might have bent over slightly more - of course you won’t admit it but this has to work somehow. Paige washes her hands and then sits on the counter. It’s just you two in the bathroom, so quiet enough to have a conversation over the loud music from behind the door. 

“I didn’t know you liked Bryson.”, Paige says, watching you reapply your lip gloss. “I could say the same thing about you Paige, don’t you mostly listen to gospel?”, you say to her, teasing - you are familiar with her music taste since she often has aux at practice. “Hey, don’t even start, you listen to Taylor Swift.”, she says, laughing but not taking her eyes off of you. “Paige, stop doing that.”, you say, getting frustrated at her. For 3 full years you’ve liked this girl, and she’s never noticed and it’s quite obvious. From all the cookies you’ve baked for the girl, the light night calls while playing fortnite, the ice cream cheer ups after a rough game, you spent a lot of time with her, just her. 

“Doing what.”, she says, getting off the counter and facing you. Usually, you wouldn’t be able to be so honest but it came so easily when you’ve drank over your limit. “Come on Paige, I like you and you act like you could care less. It’s painfully obvious, but you’d rather keep me on the back burner right? You’d rather be in my arms crying over a girl you’ve got too close too who was supposed to be a casual hookup, countless of times, then even give me a fucking try.”, you say to her, your voice not even wavering at the accusation that just spilled from your lips. Paige reaches for your hips, pulling you closer and not letting her hands falter, but just rub small circles on the bone. “Y/n, you know it’s not like that.”, she says, avoiding eye contact. 

“No but it is Paigey, it really is and I can’t keep waiting for something you won’t even acknowledge, let alone for something to happen.”, you say, resting your forehead on hers.”Y/n, I mean it, it’s not like that.”, Paige says, in almost a whisper. “Then what is it like,”, you say in return. You take a step back, and a deep breath. Preparing yourself for the answer you’ve waited years for. “Y/n, you’re like this super talented athlete, who spends all of her time devoted to her school and her sport and I am here just as this girl who just sleeps in others beds every other night and yeah, I’m fucking good at basketball too. But to you it comes effortlessly, and you know what you want, you have this big plan for your future of everything. Down to the name you want your fucking cats when you graduate. You deserve more than me.”, Paige says to you, her voice breaking and her back against the counter. 

“One try, okay? Give me one try, and I can show you why you are what I deserve. You are so gifted and your sport will take you places. Sure you do have some labels at school, but those don’t reflect the Paigey I know, the real you.”, you tell her, suddenly feeling bad for the ambush. You reach over for her hands, and hold them gently before placing soft kisses on them. 

“I only fucked all those other girls to try and get over you y/n, it wasn’t me crying over the fact I got too close to any of them, it’s just none of them were you.”, Paige confesses to you and all you can do is bring her into a hug. The answer you were so scared to hear all this time, it was so simple. Maybe this could’ve been easier, if you said something sooner. 

The two of you return back to your group of friends, holding hands and you enjoy the rest of the concert. You all take photos for Instagram and call ubers to get home. “Guys, lets all sleep over at Aubrey’s and Paige’s.”, KK says, and the team all agrees but you get on your tippy toes, and whisper to Paige, “I want some time with you alone tonight if it’s alright.” She nods her head, trying to not make anything obvious as the group was walking to the door. You call a separate uber, and as everyone else is getting in the cars called a bit earlier, Paige says, “Hey, Y/n had too much to drink, I’ll meet you all at the house, I just want to make sure she gets back okay.” 

Of course everyone believes what Paige says, because they knew you were in love with the girl not the other way around. When the two of you arrive at your dorm, you tell her to excuse the mess and she just laughs. “Y/n, trust me you guys could not be anymore messy then me and Aubrey.”, she says, as you walk in. Now that the two of you are finally alone, you pull Paige into a tight hug, feeling her warmth and embracing her smell - a mix of old spice and ariana grande’s cloud perfume. You feel her breathing, slow and deep as she hugs you back. “You good mamas?”, she whispers and you hum in response. 

You slowly let go of her, and you make your way to your bed. “Paige, can I ask you something?”, you say to her and show follows you to the bed, sitting right next to you. “What’s on your mind?”, she says, not taking her eyes off of you. 

“You know…I haven’t you know. Lost…. Uhm, you know, lost it yet.”, you say to her quickly, avoiding her gaze. She laughs lightly, “Yes, y/n I know that already, what about it?”. “I’ve always wanted it to be you.”, you tell her, bluntly. It’s true, you’ve had offers before, you’ve had people confess to you plenty of times, but you’ve waited for Paige. You needed it to be Paige. 

“Yeah, and why is that?”, she say, gently turning your face towards her and leaning in closer. “Because, with you, it’s real.”, is all you can say before giving into the space left between the two of you. You kiss her, and it’s far from what you expected it to be. Her lips tasted like her cherry lip balm, but the kiss itself. It felt so good, and before you know it, Paige is kissing you back needily, and pulling you into her lap, setting her hand on your lower back. You pause to breathe finally, and there is a single string of saliva connecting your lips together. But Paige doesn't waste her time. She moves her hands to your waist, and kisses your neck gently while untying your corset top. “This okay ma?”, she whispers against your skin. “Mhm, Paige I trust you, I want this.”, you tell her. Looking up at you she says, “At any time you want to stop please tell me okay?”, and this is the reason you’ve fallen in love with her in the first place. She is always so gentle and caring with you, and knowing she felt the same way this is what you wanted. 

Paige gets off your bed and kneels in front of you, helping you take off your top and pulling down your skirt. Admiringly, she stares at you - as if she’s never seen the body of another woman before. You bend a bit down and kiss her lips, feeling vulnerable to be this naked in front of someone. She returns the kiss and places her hands against your chest, rubbing her thumbs against your nipples and you can’t help but whimper into her mouth quietly. She leaves one of her hands on your chest while the other slowly slides down your bare and cold body, rubbing between your thighs. You widen your thighs because you know you want more, you need more of her. Paige takes the hint and stands up and pushes your back against the bed. Before getting on top of you, she takes off her shirt revealing her defined abs. God… she looked so fucking hot and she isn’t even doing anything. She removes her sports bra and her pants, leaving her just in her boxers. She goes back to appreciating your body, kissing and sucking on every inch of your neck, your collarbones and your breasts. Circling her tongue around your nipples, you feel yourself weaken. You want her to make you feel even better and in a small voice you tell her, “Paige… please just make me feel good.”. Kissing your forehead gently and tucking your hair behind your ears, she moves down and gently rubs between your folds, feeling the slick that’s accumulated from her previous advances. It’s clear how needy you were for her and it was embarrassing to you. 

But Paige made it known it turned her on because she groans at the sight of your wetness coating her fingers, she takes her own boxers off and latches her tongue onto your clit. You are so entranced in the feeling of her sucking on you that it takes you a while to realize that she is using her own fingers, that were wet with your slick, to finger herself while she pleasured you. It was so hot to see, you close your eyes from everything that was presented with you. You feel Paige moan against your dripping wet cunt, wet from your slick and her saliva. You get greedy, and want more, yearn for more so you start rolling your hips against her face. 

“Oh my fucking god… paige, paige, please, oh my, fuck just like that, please, ah oh my god, keep going.”, was all you could get out as you took one of your hands and collected some of her hair and shove her against your cunt, wanting even more. You’ve touched yourself to your own dirty thoughts of Paige before, but you could never have imagined it was this good. You feel yourself getting closer and closer, and Paige notices too and she takes her own fingers out of herself.

“Sweetheart, can you get on your knees for me please?”, she says, in such a loving tone you felt compelled to not even question what she was going to do. You get up and do as your told, and Paige slides one of her fingers into you, letting you get used to it. 

Letting out a few desperate moans, Paige slides a second finger into you knwoing you could take another and begins to curl her fingers up inside you. And that is what just about does it for you. “Oh my pretty girl, how does it feel, can you tell me how it feels please angel?”, Paige asks you, using her free hand to caress your waist while her other hand does what only exists in your dirty thoughts and dreams. 

“Paigey, oh so good, more please, fuck me more.”, is what you tell her, feeling your face redden even more. You widen your legs, spreading out your ass for her and pull your plushie into your arms. Paige listens to you, wanting it to be the best first time you could ever be given. She shoves three fingers into your throbbing cunt and you moan into your plushie only dirty things. Whispering in your ear, Paige says, “let me hear what I’m doing to you my love, you sound so pretty for me, it’s only right I get to hear.”, and you let out a few more moans, getting louder the harder Paige curls her fingers into you. 

It was getting overwhelming, having your wetness drip down your thigh but knowing that Paige was taking care of you so good, just the way you’ve wanted turned you on more. It felt like a dream. Before you know it you’re spurting out cum against Paiges fingers, and she doesn’t waste a minute to lick her fingers and eat you out from behind to get everything. The overstimulation was driving you insane, and Paige removed herself from your cunt, leaving a gentle kiss on it. You lay on your back and Paige is quick to pull you into her arms, and placing the covers over the both of you. 

Your forehead is sweaty, making your hair stick to it and Paige tucks your hair behind your ears neatly and kisses your forehead, your cheek and then your lips. “Did I do good for you mama?”, she says, and suddenly the vulnerability you thought only existed in your previously virgin self, you realize she wanted to know if she did good enough for you. “Uh huh, just like I’ve dreamed of, only better.”, you tell her, placing your head against her chest and encapsulating her smell. “I’m so glad I could do that for my girl.”, she tells you and you feel yourself drift off to sleep. 

All the previous anxiety of everything that existed between the two of you has gone away and you feel at peace in her arms. You are sure you can prove to her she deserves you, and that you deserve her.

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x reader #paige buckets #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball

[luciathcv]

teeth - nmr

summary: lucia goes to decelis expecting a somewhat normal school year. what she doesn't expect is for her best friend to be a vampire. || warnings: arranged marriage || genre: vampire!enhypen, fluff, angst, horror, slight enemies to friends, friends to lovers || word count: approximately 8.8k

a/n: divider credits -> @dollywons || a/n pt 2: if you read "read my mind" which is about heeseung on my wattpad you'll see that i made a lot of references to it and show more of heeseung and jia after the "read my mind" story takes place!

Decelis Academy, a place where the mortal and the immortal lived amongst one another. A place where you didn’t know who was on the same side as you. A place where you had to fear for your life, as a mortal, at least. Even if you didn’t want to, it was something always in the back of your mind, whether you liked it or not. Despite all of that, it was one of the top places for education and it was actually a safer place than the world outside of the Decelis Academy campus grounds.

Today was my first day at Decelis, the first day of the new school year as well. I’d gotten to Decelis only the day before, unlike the others who’d either remained for the summer, or who’d gotten here a week before. Since I’d gotten to the academy late, I ended up having a small one-person bedroom at the end of the girls dormitory hall. It wasn’t as nice as the other rooms and it did kind of suck that I’d be alone, but at the same time, the fact that I’d be alone, was nice.

The first class would be starting in nearly ten minutes, but the campus was big and I was new to the school, so I headed to class a few minutes earlier than the others. Not only that, but I had to get my stuff from my locker. I hadn’t bothered to go to breakfast in the morning, hence the fact that I was even more unfamiliar with the campus, not feeling hungry much anyways.

I eventually found my first class, that class being English class. I walked inside and the teacher greeted me, informing me that there was a seating chart. He then looked at a piece of paper and informed me on where I’d be sitting. I nodded, thanking him, before I headed to the seat which was in a middle row, off to the side of the classroom, putting my stuff on the desk as I sat down.

People started piling into the room after me, me being the first one in the classroom. Maybe, I didn’t need to leave my dorm so early, but being early to class wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, especially not on the first day.

Just as the bell had rung, a guy had walked into the room. He had black hair, the bangs covering his face a little bit. He was also definitely quite tall, I could tell even from where I was sitting. His uniform was styled in a way that definitely wasn’t the intended look, his uniform looking a little messy but somehow he made it look cool.

“Nishimura Riki.” The teacher greeted the boy, seemingly already knowing who he was. “You’re seated over there, next to Lucia _______.” He said, motioning over to me. I made eye contact with the boy whose name was apparently Riki before looking away, down at the desk. Riki nodded and walked over to where I was sitting, sitting at the desk next to mine. The desks in the room were put together in pairs so we were somewhat close to one another.

Riki plopped down at his seat. He then glanced over at me, noticing that I was still looking down at my desk, before he smirked to himself and looked at the teacher.

The teacher had begun his instruction, telling the class a little bit about himself but mostly just going over the syllabus for the school year. It was boring, the first day of school was always boring, in my opinion, at least.

The whole time our English teacher was talking, Riki was next to me tapping his feet, playing with a pen, and just completely not paying attention. I couldn’t blame him but the foot tapping was kind of annoying me as it was slightly shaking my desk that was against mine, causing his desk to hit my desk.

Finally, the class came to an end and it was time for me to head to my next class. I was kind of happy to be done going over this syllabus and I was especially happy to be out of that seat next to the cute boy who was kind of annoying me the whole class.

Finally, it was the last period of the day. The day had been entirely uneventful for me to say the least. I’d talked to no one really and as I said before, we had mostly just been going over syllabuses all day and maybe doing a short icebreaker or two in some classes.

My last class was a class specific to Decelis Academy. It was somewhat of a history class about Decelis Academy itself which I figured would be quite interesting.

I arrived and walked inside to find out that there luckily was no assigned seating in this class, something that seemed to be a rare thing at this school. I sat in the back of the class. I noticed that these desks were also put in pairs. I figured it made sense though since it seemed that this class would be more of an interactive class, something I wasn’t sure that I necessarily liked the idea of.

I was distracted as I looked at the syllabus for the class that was put on the desks before we even got to class. I looked at the brief descriptions of the topics we’d been going over. I was kind of excited to get into it. Although, at the same time, it did give me a bit of anxiety with some of the topics. I wasn’t necessarily scared of all vampires, but when I thought of certain things, it did stress me out. One of the most stressful things about this school was the unknowingness of who is a mortal and who isn’t. Maybe it wouldn’t stress me out as much if I wasn’t left completely in the dark.

I’m startled by someone sitting next to me, the desk hitting into mine. I glanced over just to see the guy from my English class. What was his name again? Ni- Niki? No.. Riki. Riki, it was Riki. I looked around the room, noticing that there were a few other empty seats, cursing the universe for making him sit next to me. 

The teacher started talking about the syllabus, something I’d expected to take all periods like all of the other classes, but this time, it only took half of the class. “Now, everyone. We’re going to do a little icebreaker between you and your partner. I want you guys to get to know one another a little. I also want you guys to talk about what you’re most interested in learning about in this class this year.” The teacher told us. “And I’m going to be walking around to make sure you guys are talking.” He added.

I watched as the teacher went to his desk, sitting down. I didn’t know what to say, not really wanting to talk to Riki despite the fact that I knew I had to. If we were going to talk, I just wanted him to start the conversation. A few moments of silence later, he did.

“So, what was your name again?” He asked, his voice deep and soft.

I looked over at him to see him looking at me, “Lucia.” I responded.

“Riki.” He said back, introducing himself. I just awkwardly smiled and nodded, looking down at my hands that rested on the desk. “So, where are you from?” Riki then asked.

“_____.” I said, telling him that I was from a town nearby Decelis Academy and he nodded, “What about you?” I then asked.

“____.” Riki answered, naming another town, also nearby Decelis Academy, that I’d heard of before. “So.. you like this stuff. The history of Decelis?” He then asked.

“Uh, yeah. I guess so.” I said, not really sure since I didn’t really know much about it. “I don’t really know a lot about it.” I told him.

“Well, what do you know?” Riki then asked.

“All I know is that humans and vampires live in coexistence with one another here and that.. we don’t know who is what.” I said, explaining the little knowledge that I knew.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Riki confirmed, nodding his head a little. “You’ll learn more the longer you’re here.” He then told me and I nodded, I figured he was right about that. I looked down at my fingers again, fiddling and playing with them. “You’re shy, huh?” Riki then straightforwardly asked.

I looked over at him again, blushing a little at him mentioning that, “I.. I guess.”

Riki just snickered, not in a demeaning way towards me, but in an amused way. “Cute.” He said, quietly, but loud enough that I could hear.

I didn’t say anything in response, not being able to form words as I looked down at my hands again. We remain like that for a few moments before the teacher comes over. “Guys, let’s start talking, alright?” He said before walking away.

I looked over at Riki who just laughed at the teacher, I couldn’t help but smile as well. As he laughed, I noticed his sharp canine teeth but immediately looked past it, pretty much ignoring it and thinking nothing of it as I looked down at my hands again. Humans had sharp canine teeth and Riki’s being a little sharper than others wasn’t a red flag to me, it just seemed normal.

The bell eventually rang, signaling the end of the school day. I got up and grabbed my stuff. Riki got up as well, “See you.” He said before leaving the room. I watched as he walked out before I started out of the classroom as well. I didn’t know it yet but that would be the start of a long school year.

I sat in English class the next day. The bell had rung a few minutes ago but Riki was nowhere to be seen. Maybe that was a good thing.

I looked up at the teacher who was currently doing a powerpoint presentation for us. I was trying my best to just pay attention, having an easier time than yesterday.

The door opened and I looked over to see Riki. He glanced over at me before looking at the teacher who’d put his hands on his hips in disappointment.

“Nishimura Riki, late already and it’s only the second day.” The teacher said.

“I slept in.” Riki said.

“That’s not an excuse.” The teacher sighed as he waved Riki off to go sit down. Riki smirked to himself as he came over and sat down next to me. “Take out your notebook and something to write with guys, you’re going to have to take notes on the next few slides.” The teacher instructed us.

I got my notebook out from under a folder and put it in front of me before grabbing my pencil case and taking a pen out of it. 

“You got a pen that I can borrow?” Riki asked softly and I looked over, not really hearing him clearly.

“What?” I asked.

“You got a pen that I can borrow?” He repeated himself, holding his hand out expectantly.

I took a pen out of my pencil case and silently put it in his hand. He took it and placed it on his desk.

Riki then put his arms on the desk and rested his head. So, what was the point of even taking the pen if he wasn’t going to do work? He remained like that for the rest of the period. The bell rang and he sat up, going to give me back the pen.

“You can keep it.” Was all I said as I grabbed my stuff and got up, leaving the classroom.

Lunchtime came and once again, I sat alone at lunch. I didn’t really mind it though, it gave me time to just relax in between classes. Today, I’d taken a book with me so that I had something to do while I ate. I was enjoying reading it, lost in my own world as I read and ate when suddenly there was a voice in my ear. 

“What’re you reading?” I heard and flinched, looking back to see Riki looking down at me with an amused smirk.

“Frankenstein.” I answered as he moved away, sitting down next to me, completely uninvited.

“Frankenstein? Dracula is much better.” Riki said.

“I’m going to read that next.” I said. “Have you read Frankenstein before?” I asked.

“No, and I don’t plan on it. I haven’t even read Dracula.” Riki answered.

I rolled my eyes, “So, then how do you know he’s better?” I asked.

“Anything is better than Frankenstein.” Riki said, matter-of-factly, but also in a slightly teasing manner.

“Whatever.” I sighed as I continued reading, hoping ignoring him would make him go away.

“So, I was wondering if you could give me the notes from English.” Riki then spoke after a few moments of silence.

I looked at him again, “Why?”

“You saw me sleeping in class, didn’t you?” Riki asked.

“Yeah.. but that was your choice.” I reminded him.

“Wow, feisty.” He chuckled. “Come on, this is the only time I’ll ask for them.” Riki then said, but truthfully, I doubted that.

I sighed, “They’re in my locker.” I quietly said.

“Then, come on. Lunch’s about to be over anyways.” Riki said, getting up from his seat.

I got up, throwing the rest of my food out, as I took my book and led Riki to my locker. I unlocked it and opened it as Riki stood behind me. I grabbed my English notebook and turned around, handing it to him. I looked up at him, “Can you give it back to me during last period?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Riki said, looking down at me. “Thanks, Lucia.” He then said. “You’re welcome.” I said. He looked down into my eyes and in this lighting at least, it seemed to almost be changing color. The bell rang, interrupting whatever was just happening. I grabbed my stuff for my next class from my locker before shutting it, locking it again. “Bye.” I quickly said before walking off to my next class.

It was the last period of the day and to my surprise, Riki had actually gotten to class before me. I walked over to my desk and sat down, putting my stuff on the table. Riki then slid over my English notebook and I took it, putting it in my pile of stuff.

“Thank you.” I said, feeling a little flustered after whatever happened at the locker earlier. It was so weird. It was simple eye contact but it left me feeling dizzy for the rest of the day. It’s probably all in my head.

“You’re welcome.” Riki told me, leaning back in his chair a little.

Class started up and the teacher started talking, explaining that we’d be using textbooks in this class. He then went to a cabinet, opening it up before telling everyone to come up and get a book. I got up, and Riki did as well, the both of us, along with the other students, getting up to get our books. Somehow, Riki had gotten to the front of the crowd, while I remained in the back. I impatiently waited for people to take their books and go so that I could get mine already, I didn’t understand what was taking everybody so long.

Riki walks away from the cabinet, making his way through everyone. Suddenly, he pushes a book gently against my chest, causing me to grab it. He then walked past me and back to his seat. I stood there for a moment before heading back to my desk. He’d gotten me a book. My heart was beating out of my chest. It was so weird, I mean, sure, yesterday I did find him cute, but really that was it. Then, suddenly, today, I feel like I’m head over heels for him after only one day of knowing him. This has never happened to me before.

I sat down and put my textbook down. I sat there and waited while everyone eventually made their way back to their seats. The teacher told us what page to flip to and so everyone did. He then started reading out the text. 

Vampires are blood-drinking immortals who can feast on animals, including mortal humans. They are a big threat at Decelis Academy as they are everywhere, you just don’t know who they are.

Vampires feed mainly for survival but for pleasure as well. They can also easily manipulate the minds of humans. You have to be wary of who you just trust within Decelis.

Next to that text was a picture of someone in a vampire costume. It was so tacky, I couldn’t help but stifle a giggle. Riki looked over at me, “Is that supposed to be scary?” Riki whispered as he pointed at the picture in his textbook. I looked at him, shrugging as I smiled. 

The teacher then continued to read from the book. It was kind of interesting, I’ll admit. It was just the cringey obviously fake pictures that made it so funny. I knew it was wrong but I was holding my laugh the whole time. 

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Everyone shut their books, the teacher telling us to just leave it on the desks. I got up and grabbed my stuff.

“These textbooks are so stupid. They don’t even tell half of the truth.” Riki commented. I looked over at him. “I had to do a research project last year and I looked at the books in the library. They gave so much more information.” He explained. “You’re interested in that stuff, right, Miss. Frankenstein?” Riki then asked me, teasing me a little as well.

I gave him a look after hearing his nickname before answering. “I am.”

“Well, you should check it out sometime. I could show you?” Riki then suggested.

“Okay..” I agreed.

“We could go after class tomorrow? I have something I have to do today.” He then said.

“Okay, sure.” I agreed again. “Thank you.” I then timidly said.

“You’re welcome.” Riki said before walking off.

Riki and I walked out of our last period the day after. He walked with me down the halls, leading me to the library as I’ve never been there before nor have I even seen it around campus before. But then again, I hadn’t explored the campus too much.

We finally arrived at two large doors with a sign over it that said “Library”. Riki opened the door and we walked inside. I looked over at the front desk to see no one. The librarians nowhere in sight. I could see a few people, randomly around the library, either quietly doing schoolwork or looking through the books.

“Come on, it’s in the back.” Riki softly said and I nodded, following after him. 

We walked to the far back before Riki finally stopped walking. I looked up and saw the “Mythology” section. He motioned for me to go inside.

I looked through the books, my fingers grazing over the books as I looked through the titles. Dracula, Frankenstein, The Wolfman, all sorts of books like that. Along with that, there were books about each thing, like; Spot a Werewolf and then Spot a Vampire. I took the Spot a Vampire book out without even thinking. Opening the pages and skimming through.

They have to be told they can enter one’s place of residence before entering. They have sharp teeth in general but when they’re in a trance, their teeth get sharper. Their eyes tend to change color. Vampires do not need normal human necessities like food and sleep. They can eat if they want, but they can’t sleep. They are cold. They don’t have a heartbeat. They drink blood. Even at the mere sight or scent of it, they get put in a trance.

“What’re you reading?” Riki asked, looking down over my shoulder, breaking me out of the focus I had on the book.

I glanced up at him before looking down at the book again, “Spot a Vampire.” I said. I shut the book, putting it back in the bookshelf. “You’re right. These books do give more information than the Textbook.” I then told him, giving him a soft smile.

“Yeah, I know. Those textbooks are shit.” Riki said, smiling back down at me. 

“Thanks for showing me this.” I suddenly said. Although he was annoying at first, he was the first and only person so far at this school to actually talk to me.

“You’re welcome.” Riki told me. “I don’t really come in here much, it’s kind of for nerds, but I thought you’d like it.” He then said with a shrug.

“Hey! So, you’re calling everyone in here nerds? Including me?” I asked, smiling a little as I knew he was just teasing.

“Maybe.” He said with a shrug.

I fake scoffed as I walked past him, I’d have to come back here when I finished Frankenstein and borrow Dracula.

Riki ended up walking me back to the girls dormitory. He could only really walk me to the corridor entrance though, as guys weren’t allowed over there. I thanked him before saying my goodbye, walking to my dorm.

The next day, it was Friday. The day had gone by the same as all of the other days of the week. The work was quite simple and easy as it was only the first week of school. I was sitting at lunch, reading Frankenstein. I was almost finished, only three chapters left. 

“Hey, Miss. Frankenstein.” I heard from behind me and I already knew who it was; Riki.

“Can you stop calling me that?” I asked, a small blush forming on my cheeks. The nickname was so embarrassing.

Riki sits down next to me, “What else would I call you?” He asked with a playful smirk.

“My name.” I responded.

“Fine. Hey, Lucia.” He said, feigning boredom when saying that.

“Hi, Riki.” I said back, looking back down at my book.

“Stop reading that for a second, nerd. I have something to ask you.” Riki then said. I folded the page I’d left off on and shut the book before looking over at him, waiting for him to speak. “There’s a huge abandoned mansion in the woods. My friends and I totally revamped the place. We’re going to be having a party there. Everyone’s coming.” He told me. “Want to come?” He then asked.

I thought for a moment, “I don’t know. I don’t really know anyone.”

“So, then you can get to know people at the party. Besides, you know me, and I’ll be there.” Riki reminded me. “So, what do you say?” He then asked.

“Fine.” I sighed. 

“It’s right after last period. You can come with me since you don’t know the way.” He then said.

“Okay.” I said, agreeing to that plan.

“Cool.” Riki nodded. “I’m gonna go sit with my friends, want to come? Or would you rather read your book?” Riki then asked, his hand touching my book.

“I-” I did want to keep reading my book alone, and he did give me that option, but I wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say.

Riki chuckled, “Read your book. I’ll see you in class, nerd.” He then said, getting up and ruffling my hair, messing it up a little bit, before he walked off.

After last period ended, I headed straight to my dorm to put my stuff away. I looked in the mirror in my bedroom, making sure I looked somewhat decent before leaving my room. I walked down the girl’s dormitory and went to the corridor entrance. I could see Riki waiting for me, leaning with his back against the wall. He and I were both still in our school uniforms, since apparently everyone was going to be.

He looked over at me and I walked over to him. “Come on.” Riki said, motioning for me to follow him. I caught up to him and walked by his side as he started walking through the school. We left through a side entrance, walking down a pathway to a place where the fence around the school was slightly lower, but still quite high.

“We’re going to climb.” Riki told me.

“Climb? I can’t climb fences.” I said, anxiety creeping up into my chest.

“It’s fine. It’s not hard.” Riki said. “I’ll help you.” He then told me. I sighed, taking a deep breath. “Grab onto the fence.” He instructed me and so I did. “Now put one foot in the fence.” He then said and so I did. “Now, go slowly and just use your feet and hands to climb up.” Riki told me. I did as he said. As I got a little higher, I felt Riki put his hand on my back, supporting me a little bit as I climbed up.

I made my way to the top of the fence. Riki then climbed up on his own and easily hopped over to the other side. He looked up at me, “Come on, go over the fence and jump.” He said.

“I- I can’t.” I said, anxiously. God, this was so embarrassing.

“Just go over to this side and I’ll help you down. You just need to come on this side first.” Riki said. I sighed as I put my legs over, one at a time. “Just climb down a little bit, then I’ll help you.” Riki then told me.

As he stepped closer to me, I suddenly became hyper aware of the fact that I was literally wearing a skirt. I shut my legs tightly, climbing down the fence a little bit. I then felt his hands on waist. “Let go.” Riki told me and I did. He then held me and put me down on the ground, letting go once I was stably on the floor.

“Come on, nerd.” Riki then said, starting to walk into the woods. I quickly caught up with him, not wanting to be far away from him when we were literally in the woods. There were so many dangers out here.

After ten minutes or so of walking, we arrived in front of a big mansion. I could see people piling into the house, the loud music from inside being clear from out here. “Come on, let me introduce you to my friends. They’re here already.” Riki told me. He then headed inside.

I followed him closely, trying my best to keep up but it was hard due to all of the people inside of the huge house, especially in this specific room. I saw him put his arm out for me and so I grabbed on, not even thinking as I held onto him.

We eventually made our way into a room where I could see six other boys and three girls. Everyone looked our way as we walked inside and I immediately felt out of place and awkward. I let go of Riki, suddenly feeling embarrassed. He looked over at me before grabbing my hand, causing me to let out a wince at how cold he was. I mean, it was cold out but wow.

“Guys, this is Lucia. She’s new here.” Riki introduced me to them.

“Hi.” I shyly greeted them and they all greeted me back.

“Nice to meet you, Lucia. I’m Dahyun.” One of the girls said, taking my hand and pulling me closer to her, away from Riki. “This is Yumin and this is Jia.” She then introduced me to two other girls.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” I said with a small smile.

“Are you dating Riki?” Dahyun then asked.

“Oh, no. No. We’re just friends.” I said.

“Oh, I see. I shouldn’t have assumed.” Dahyun then said.

“No, no. It’s fine.” I assured her.

“I’m dating Jay, Yumin’s dating Sunghoon, and Jia’s dating Heeseung.” Dahyun explained.

“Oh, that’s nice.” I said, awkwardly smiling. I glanced over at Riki who was at the other side of the room, talking with the boys.

I continued to talk with the girls, getting to know them more. They were all older than me, but they were all really sweet and inviting. All of us were talking when I suddenly had to go to the bathroom. I told them that I’d be right back and that I was just going to the bathroom and they all nodded, telling me to meet back with them after.

I smiled to myself as I walked out of the room, making my way up the stairs, where Jia said a bathroom was. I ended up finding it at the end of the hall. I knocked on the door before opening it, luckily finding no one in there. I went inside and shut the door.

After peeing and washing my hands, I went downstairs. I was walking down the hall, heading back to the room the girls were in when I saw Riki in the room next to it. I hesitated as I went closer.

“Have you never learned to not play with your food? Huh?” I heard a voice that definitely wasn’t Riki’s but that sounded somewhat familiar.

“I’m not playing with my food. It’s not like that. Besides, didn’t you do the same with Jia, huh, Heeseung?” Riki then asked, who turned out to be Heeseung, one of his friends he’d introduced me to.

“That wasn’t the same at all. I admit I did some things wrong, but I kept myself in check. Something that you’re not even worried about.” Heeseung scolded Riki.

“Am I not allowed to have fun anymore? All of the others were so boring. I don’t feel anything with them. At least she-” I walked away before I could hear anymore.

I walked back into the room, suddenly feeling down. Maybe I had some false expectations for Riki. Obviously I did. I doubted that he even liked me, but I thought he at least wanted to be friends. Apparently not. He was just using me this whole time.

I walked over to the girls and tried my best to act as I did before. They could tell something was wrong, I knew they could, but they didn’t say anything. A few minutes later, Riki and Heeseung walked into the room. Riki seemed annoyed.

I told the girls that I was going to go but that I would definitely talk to them more at school. I honestly really liked talking to them. They all agreed, asking if I wanted any of them to come with me. I declined.

I then walked over to Riki who looked down at me, “What’s up, nerd?” He asked.

“I’m going back to Decelis.” I told him.

“Already? What’s wrong?” Riki asked.

“Nothing. I’m just tired.” I lied. Heeseung looked at Riki and it was almost like Riki’s demeanor completely changed. “Have fun.” I then said, walking out of the room.

I quickly made my way through the crowd, making my way out of the house. I tried my best to remember which we came in. It was darker out at this point, the sun setting.

“Lucia, come on. What’s wrong?” I heard Riki. So, he followed me?

I looked back at him, “Nothing. I just want to go back.” I said.

“I’ll go with you.” Riki told me.

“No. Just stay with your friends.” I told him.

“No, Lucia,” Riki sternly said. “You’re not walking alone in the woods. It’s getting late. You don’t even know the way back.” He told me.

“I can find my way back.” I retorted.

“No, come on.” Riki said, taking my warm hand in his cold one.

“Fine.” I said before pulling away from him.

Riki sighed before starting to walk. I followed after him, keeping my distance. Riki slowed down and I ended up walking a little bit ahead of him. I was such an idiot. I mean, this is the one time I feel something so intense for someone in such a short time and he’s just using me. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have gotten like that over someone I’ve only known for a few days.

I was so caught up in my head that I didn’t realize the branch in the way. I ended up tripping over it and falling to the ground. My knees and hands scraping on some rocks on the ground. I could feel Riki’s hands on me, going to help me.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked. I’ve just fallen in front of the guy who is just playing me. Could this night get any worse?

I pushed him away from me as I got up on my own, wincing a little as I looked at my hands and saw a bit of blood. I then looked down at my knees since they were hurting as well, only to see blood there as well. I whined in pain as tears started flowing down my cheeks, not from the pain but from the embarrassment.

Riki came over to me, his hands on my shoulders, “You oka-” He trailed off as he noticed that I was bleeding. His grip on me tightened for a moment before he pulled away. Suddenly, I can hear some rustling coming from in the woods. My mind immediately went to it being some large scary animal or a vampire. I started crying more. “Come on, let’s go.” Riki said.

He then took my bloody hand in his, his grip tighter than before, as he pulled me along with him. A few minutes later, we arrived at the fence. I winced as I climbed up the fence, it was harder this time. Riki pushed me up, I didn’t even care about my skirt right now. Riki then climbed up and got on the other side. As soon as I got on the side of the campus, I was pulled down by Riki.

He grabbed my hand again and pulled me with him through the campus. We went inside the building and he walked into the girl’s dormitory corridor without a care. “Where’s your dorm?” He asked.

“At- at the end.” I said.

He brought me to the end and I unlocked my dorm, pulling away from him and going inside, expecting him to leave. I looked at him and noticed his eyes shining in the light. He stayed outside of the dorm, “I’ll be right back.” He said, quickly leaving me. I stood there for a few moments before I went out of my dorm, looking down the dorm, expecting to see him walking away, but instead there was no one, the hall was completely empty. Strange.

I sighed as I shut the door, going over to my bed and sitting down. I looked down at my cuts. I did not expect the night to go like this. Not at all.

A few minutes passed before there was a knock at my door. I got up and opened it to see Riki. He had some bandaids in his hand. 

I sighed, not even wanting to be around him. “Come in.” I said.

He walked inside, “Go wash your hands and knees.” He said. 

I did as he said, washing my hands, a lot of the blood coming off of my hand and knees. I then patted my hands and knees dry with a paper towel and put it in the garbage. I walked back into my bedroom.

“Sit down.” He said and so I did, sitting at the end of my bed.

Riki walked in front of me, crouching down as he opened a bandaid for me. He then took one of my hands, putting a bandaid on for me. He then grabbed my other hand and put another bandaid on me.

Riki grabbed my leg, bringing it up a little more as he opened a bigger bandaid and put it on my knee for me. He then took my other hand and put another bigger bandaid on me. Once he finished, I pulled away from his cold touch. 

He stood up straight, gathering the wrappers and going into the bathroom, assumingly to throw them out. He then came out, “You need to watch where you’re going.” Riki said. I just scoffed as I wrapped my arms around my legs. He looked at me for a few moments, “You going to talk to me?” He then asked. I stayed silent. Riki groaned before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him, leaving me be.

As soon as he left, I hit my head a few times with my hands. This was not how I thought things would go.

For the whole weekend and school week I completely ignored Riki. Not that he really tried to talk to me anyways. On Wednesday, me and the girls all talked and I told them about how Riki and I weren’t talking. I explained about what happened on Friday and they all took my side, although as I was talking, they were all giving each other looks that I couldn’t quite decipher.

Friday came again, and I was sitting in my last period class. Riki was next to me with his head down in his arms, sleeping, I guess. I just ignored him, just as I did previously the rest of the week. Eventually the bell rang and I grabbed my stuff, getting ready to spend the rest of the weekend alone.

I walked through the halls when suddenly, there was a hand gently grabbing my arm. I looked over, just to see Riki. “Lucia, can we talk?” He asked.

“About what?” I asked, playing dumb.

“You know what.” Riki sighed.

“Not now.” I brushed him off.

“Fine. Meet me on the rooftop at 10.” Riki then said, letting go of me and walking away.

I watched him for a moment, rolling my eyes, before I continued my journey back to my dorm.

10 o’clock had come and I was currently walking up the steps to the rooftop. Neither of us were supposed to be up here, especially at this time of night, so I tried to remain as quiet as possible as I snuck out of my room, through the hall, and up the stairwell.

I opened the door and shut it quietly behind me, wrapping my arms around me to try and protect myself from the cold, my silk pajamas not doing much. I looked around and I could see Riki sitting on the ground with his back to the ledge of the roof. He looked over at me and I slowly walked over, arms still wrapped around my torso. Riki sighed as he took his zip-up sweater off and put it on the ground next to him. “Sit down.” He said, and so I did, sitting on his sweater so that I didn’t get dirty.

“Lucia, what happened last week?” Riki asked.

I’m silent for a few moments before I decided to just tell him. “I accidentally overheard you talking with Heeseung at the party on Friday.” I admitted. I expected Riki to look shocked but he didn’t- he didn’t even seem phased. “Were you getting close to me all just to get in my pants?” I asked, and this time, Riki reacted, furrowing his eyebrows a little.

“What are you saying right now?” He asked. “Of course not.” He said.

I rolled my eyes, “I heard what Heeseung said and I heard what you said as well. You said all the other girls were boring. Was it all just some game for you?” I asked. “I mean, I thought that you wanted to be friends.” I said.

“I do. I do, Lucia.” Riki affirmed. “Heeseung doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I’m not doing this to.. to just get in your pants. I want to get to know you, Y/n.” He said.

I looked at him again, “Really?” I asked.

“Really.” Riki said. “I was- I was an idiot that night. I’ll admit. I got mad at you at your dorm. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.” He apologized.

“I mean.. I was ignoring you.” I softly said, feeling a little bad all of the sudden.

“Yeah, but I could’ve tried harder.” Riki countered. I’m silent again, not knowing what to say. “You… you don’t have to worry about me just using you. I wouldn't do that to you.” He told me.

“Okay..” I simply said.

“Okay..” Riki said back. “We good?” He then asked.

“Yeah.” I answered.

“Cool. I missed you, nerd.” Riki then added. I smiled before playfully slapping his arm. Riki smiled back at me.

The next few weeks went by normal, just like before, if not better as Riki and I got closer. Not only did I get closer with Riki but I also got closer to Dahyun, Yumin, and Jia, as well as the boys. It was nice, I’d never imagined I’d get along with so many people.

Everything, and I mean everything, changed one night in late October. It was late at night, almost midnight, when I had decided to go for a little walk around the building, trying to tire myself out a little bit before I went to sleep since I was feeling really restless.

I was walking through the empty corridor when I looked out the window to see a bunny. I smiled at the sight and I saw it stop and look at me, sitting there. I went to the door that led to outside, opening it and going outside. I slowly walked over to the bunny and crouched down, softly petting the cute fluffy animal.

Suddenly, the bunny started hopping off. I took a few steps, watching it leave with a soft smile before the moment was interrupted by a sound in the alleyway. My smile faded and I slowly took a few more steps, seeing someone in the alleyway. I gasped, not even thinking as I did so, and the person turned to look at me,

My heart dropped. It was Riki. I could see his sharp fangs protruding out of his mouth a little, blood staining the teeth and dripping down his face a little. I couldn’t believe it. I really couldn’t. Riki was.. a vampire? I screamed in fear and Riki suddenly popped up in front of me, as if he teleported, his hand covering my mouth, muffling the sound.

I tried my best to get away from him, scared that I’d just completely screwed myself. I was prepared for this to be my last night on this Earth. I wriggled in his grip, attempting to push and shove him away. Riki pushed me up into a nearby wall. 

“Hey, hey. I’m not going to hurt you, just calm down. Calm down, okay?” Riki pleaded. I started crying, tears steadily flowing down my cheeks and onto Riki’s hand that remained covering my mouth. “Shh, shh. You have to be quiet.” Riki told me, but I just couldn’t do it.

I could hear some commotion inside of the building. Riki cursed to himself before pulling me close, suddenly, we were in my dorm room. I pushed him away, going to the other side of the room. Riki stepped closer to me. “Don’t.” I said and he stopped, sighing, using his hands to brush his hair out of his face.

“I didn’t want you to see that, Lucia.” He told me. “I.. I didn’t want you to think differently of me.” He said.

I wiped my tears from my face. “You’re a vampire?” I asked, several thoughts running through my head, confusing me.

“Yeah..” Riki answered. “I understand that it’s scary. You.. you don’t have to be scared though, alright? I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.” He said. He then caught sight of himself in your mirror, he did look terrifying right now, especially due to the blood on him.

He suddenly walked into my bathroom, I could hear the faucet run for a few moments before it stopped. Riki then came out a few moments later, the blood gone from his face and his teeth and eyes back to normal.

“Was it a human?” I asked, wanting to know what it was he was drinking blood from.

“No, no. It wasn’t. It was an animal.” Riki answered. “Was all of this.. to, like, feed from me or something?” I then asked, sniffling a little.

“I thought I already answered this?” Riki sighed.

“No, you didn’t. You said it wasn’t all to get in my pants. You didn’t answer this.” I told him.

“Well, it’s not all just to hook up with you or to feed from you.” Riki answered. “Lucia, I got to know you because.. because I like you. Now isn’t the right time to say this, I know that, but if we’re talking about this right now. I’ll tell you. I like you so fucking much, Lucia. When we first met, I.. I felt something I have never felt before. It was more than just a crush, it was different.” He told me.

“What? What do you mean?” I asked.

“Okay, I know this is a lot but, vampires, we have one mate our entire life as a vampire. One. I’ve always been told by all of the guys that you’d know when you’ve met them. When I met you, I knew.” Riki explained.

I took in what he said a few times, trying to fully process it. “I..” I trailed off.

“I understand if you don’t want me to go near you. I understand.” Riki softly said. “You don’t have to tell me how you feel about all that I just said if you’re not ready yet. You can come to me when you’re ready.” Riki then told me. “I’ll- I’ll go. Don’t tell anyone.” Riki then added before leaving you alone.

I spent the whole weekend alone, thinking. I couldn’t figure out if I should go with what my head says is right versus what my heart says is right. Maybe everything happens for a reason? I always tried to think that way. I mean, according to Riki, I’m his mate. Whatever that means.

Monday came and I didn’t go to class, skipping class for the first, and one of the few times that school year. I was laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling when there was suddenly a knock at my door. Shit, it was a teacher, wasn’t it? I mentally prepared myself for the scolding I was expecting to get before opening the door only to be met with not a teacher, but with Riki.

“Lucia.. I’m sorry. I know I said that I’d give you time but-” He starts to talk but I cut him off with a big hug. His cold frame pulled me closer as he wrapped his arms around me in return. I rested my head against Riki’s chest and I felt one of his hands leave my body and go up to my hair, rubbing the back of my head comfortingly. “Come on, let’s go inside so no one sees us.” Riki tells me and I nod, pulling away and going inside of my dorm, Riki following after, shutting the door behind us.

“Can- can I talk to you?” I asked.

“Of course you can.” Riki told me. I took his cold hand in mine and brought him over to my bed, the both of us sitting down next to one another at the end of the bed.

“Um, well, when we first met, even within only the first few days of knowing you.. I really liked you. A lot.” I told him. “I.. I found it weird because I wasn’t the type to like someone so much, so fast.” I explained.

“Mhm, I felt the same.” Riki softly said.

“I.. I don’t know how else to say this but… I… I love you.” I admitted.

“You love me?” Riki asked.

“Yes..” I said, my cheeks getting warmer the more we spoke. “I just.. I’m confused.” I told him.

“Confused about what?” He asked.

“I don’t understand the whole mate thing.” I said.

“Oh, well, a vampire has one mate it’s whole life as a vampire. They usually go a while before meeting them. Um.. this is the person you’re apparently destined to be with. Most of the time.. it’s another vampire but sometimes.. it’s a mortal.” Riki explained. 

“So, does the mortal just.. grow old and die while the vampire stays young and lives?” I asked.

“Well, yes, but.. most of the time, the mortal gets turned into a vampire so that they could be together forever.” Riki explained.

“Oh..” I trailed off.

“You don’t- I’m not saying that’s what you have to do.” Riki then quickly said. “You can do whatever you want.” He told me.

“Okay…” I looked down. “Riki… have you ever drank blood from a human before?” I asked.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t.” Riki truthfully answered. 

“Have you ever.. killed anyone before?” I then asked.

“I- no. No, I haven’t.” Riki told me. The way he said it make me think he wasn’t completely telling me the truth, but maybe it was better that I didn’t know, not yet, at least.

It’s silent for a few moments once again. “Riki..” I said, breaking the silence.

“Hm?” Riki looked over at me.

“I missed you.” I admitted.

“I missed you too.” He told me, pulling me closer to him and hugging me again. I melted into his embrace, was it weird that I felt safe around him? Suddenly, Riki pulled away a little, taking my face in his big hand, he then leaned down and kissed me. I was shocked at first but then after a few seconds, I got comfortable and kissed him back. His hand made its way to the back of my neck as he deepened the kiss. A little while after we’d started kissing, I pulled away, completely out of breath. Riki, being completely fine.

“I’m never going to hurt you. I promise you that.” Riki told me for the second time, the first time being on the night I’d found out he was a vampire. When he said that, I knew he meant it.

Riki and I lie on my bed, in the dorm. The lights were dark, only the moonlight shining through the window. We were both laying aside from one another, the both of us facing one another as we continued to make-out. Every once in a while, though, I’d pull away, to both catch my breath and to ask a question.

As we kissed, I could feel myself running short of air again so I pulled away. Riki kept his hand on my arm as I caught my breath, already preparing for me to ask him something else.

“I don’t get it. How did you just hold back when I got hurt after the party and bled? You even got blood on you.” I curiously asked.

“It was difficult. I just- I held myself back. I didn’t want to hurt you.” Riki answered.

“Then, what was that in the woods that night, do you know?” I then asked.

“It was.. another vampire. Not one that I was familiar with.” Riki told me.

“Hm..” I thought about it, so he knew that and that’s why he rushed?

Riki interrupted my thoughts as he leaned in and continued kissing me, his hand running up and down my arm. I kissed him back for a few moments before I pulled away again, not because I needed air but because I wanted to ask another question.

“Lucia.” Riki groaned as he threw his head back in fake frustration.

“I want to ask another question.” I pouted. “You’ve asked so many, baby.” He retorted. “It’s my turn to ask a question.” Riki then said.

“Okay, sure.” I excitedly said.

“What the hell were you even doing outside when you caught me that night, huh?” Riki asked.

“Well,” I sheepishly said. “There was a bunny. I saw it through the window and I went outside to pet it and well it ran off and then.. I saw you.” I admitted.

Riki sighed, “I should’ve known it was for a reason like that, nerd.”

I gasped, “Hey! The bunny was cute!”

“I bet it was.” Riki playfully rolled his eyes before leaning in and connecting our lips.

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[giamee]

CHAPTER XII! encore

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GOING SHOPPING WAS A VERY WELCOME DISTRACTION from everything. leaving the guys after getting breakfast together, taking a bus into the busier marketplace, and perusing all the different items that mondstadt had to offer, you and layla were feeling properly satisfied.

in particular, the clothing stores had caught you and layla's eyes. the fashion was so different to sumeru's and you couldn't help but want to find some dresses and other clothes similar to what you saw the inhabitants of mondstadt wearing as they went about daily life.

layla knew a few specific brands- heard from a friend of a friend- that she dragged you along to, and you walked down the aisles together, scanning the racks of clothing. layla pauses to inspect a dress, a pretty blue one that would really complement her hair, before she turned to you conspiratorily.

"so, i knew that i said that we should ignore last night, but you and cyno, huh?"

you got flustered, gaze averting to another dress, a thick material that you thought would melt off of you during a sumeru summer.

"oh it's... yaknow."

"it didn't look like a yakno. looked a lot friendlier than that."

"you know how it is, layla. i mean, we broke up."

"and exes can't hook up?"

you looked up at her, shocked. she's smirking to herself, glancing at the dress' pricetag before grimacing and releasing it from her grip.

"i mean, hot girl summer, right?"

"and where was this energy when you were telling me to be careful, hm?" the girl simply shrugged, grinning at you elfishly.

"eh, fuck it. besides, i see the way you two look at each other. it's obvious that you two aren't over it."

"we are." your voice is quieter now, a fact that doesn't go unmissed by your friend.

"then maybe that's a conversation to have between you and him, yeah?" as if waiting for a cue, you and layla's phones both chimed, and you saw messages from the trip groupchat, as well as some unread ones from your inazuma friends. you'd fill them in later.

the place in question was a restaurant called the good hunter, one that albedo insisted was extremely popular with the locals. his recommendation proved to be right, too, judging by how busy it was around lunchtime. it was absolutely packed, the aroma of food making your mouth water as soon as you stepped in. you hadn't even realised just how hungry you were, but this was much appreciated.

albedo himself was nice enough, but there was something about him that reminded you a little too much of alhaitham for you liking. as for the man himself, he had arrived late, ending up wedged in one of the only seats left- right next to you.

the sheer volume of people talking in such a small place made this bustling restaurant... surprisingly private. albedo was seated at the other end of the table, telling your friends some story along with the help of kaveh's dramatic reenactment, and you could barely hear what the pair of them were saying.

and with everyone else's attention elsewhere, it was easy for alhaitham to scoot closer to you, leaning down so that his face is level with yours.

you don't pull away, but you eye the man warily. you never really knew what to expect with him, after all. his words and his actions told two different stories.

"so, you're getting back with cyno?"

you're glad that you weren't eating, otherwise you would have coughed everything out upon hearing that. you choke on your water, though, and you hate that alhaitham instinctively pats your back as you recover. his palms are warm against your bare skin, and you wish that you hadn't worn something that left you so exposed. you hated the fact that you found his touch soothing even more.

"who told you that?" you rasp out after finally catching your breath. his fingers linger against you a touch too long, and there's a flash of something akin to... remorse? in his eyes as he peels his hand away from your back. it feels cold without his touch.

"were you not... never mind then." you look at him, confused now. all of the mixed messages that he was throwing you in the past couple days was making your head spin.

"why the sudden interest? i thought you didn't like me." he looks confused now, more than anything, and in any other circumstance you would laugh at the way he gaped at you. it's a long few seconds before his head falls forward, his arms uncrossing to let his fingers pinch at the bridge of his nose oh-so delicately.

"i said to move on because i didn't want you or cyno to get hurt again."

"...oh."

"yes, oh."

"and not because you didn't like me?"

"...quite the opposite." alhaitham peeks up at you now, his expression uncertain, and you feel like you can finally read him. he sounded a lot softer now, the drone of everyone else in this restaurant fading away, and it felt like just the two of you again.

"then... why did you act like that yesterday?" his face scrunched up, a frown forming at your question.

"i don't know." disbelief was an emotion that you were beginning to strongly associate with alhaitham. "i thought that it wouldn't be right to tell you."

"but that didn't stop you from kissing me." he paused, looking away bashfully, before he meets your eyes again.

"that was an oversight on my part. it shouldn't have happened." the urge to rip your hair out was beginning to grow. instead, you laughed lowly, focusing your attention to the food on your plate. you really weren't hungry, but anything was better than looking at him right now.

"i'm sorry, y/n." you pick at the food on your plate with your fork, watching as it drops back down with a plop. "this won't end well, you'll both get your hearts broken again." you couldn't help but laugh at the stupidity of this entire situation.

"and what about yours, alhaitham? don't act like you're doing me such a favour by being a pussy." you spit out that last word with more venom than was probably necessary, if the way that alhaitham flinched away was any indicator. his mouth opened, and you watched him flounder for a little, but it was cut short by nilou calling your name from across the table.

you plaster what you hope is a convincing smile on your face, idly responding and ignoring the rising tide of emotions within you in favour of tuning in to the recollection of akademiya stories that your friends were relaying.

the rest of your time in the restaurant, greeting and saying goodbye to albedo, walking back to the hostel with your friends, felt like you were in some third person mode, the overbearing weight of alhaitham's inadverted confession leaving you well and truly stunned.

what now? he likes you but he's made it more than clear that he won't do anything about it. you're stuck between a rock and a hard place.

you find yourself staring down your reflection in the bathroom, once again having your inner thoughts consumed by the infuriating gray-haired man.

and like a severe case of deja vu, cyno slips into the bathroom the same time as you, his hip bumping against yours as he sidles up next to you.

"hey."

"hi." your voices sounds flat even to your ears, but cyno merely smiles at your greeting. he takes his precious moments to get his toothbrush, squeeze out some toothpaste onto it, before he turns to you- ever so casual, deliberately light tone.

"i don't have a movie to watch, but... would you want to sleep in my bed tonight?" you lock eyes with him through the mirror, those amber eyes boring into you, imploring you for an answer. cyno had always been good at that- wrangling some answer out of you that you didn't even know was there.

it's quiet, save for the water running from the tap as he wers his brush. it gives you time to think. temptation was not an ugly man- he had a sweet smile and a promise of familiarity, and you decided that that's what you needed right now.

"yeah, i'll get in after you." cyno beams, eyes crinkling with the intensity, and that's all that needs to be said for the rest of your time shared in the bathroom.

and then he's gone again, so quick that you have to reassure yourself that he was ever there at all, and you repeat the steps that he went through, washing your face, before turning to the door leading to all of the beds.

you really needed to update your friends about this. but it could wait.

✦ ⠂⠂୨୧ trivia :: despite majoring in chemistry and not architecture, albedo was able to increase kaveh's grades to solid a's while tutoring him

✦ ⠂⠂୨୧ gia's notes :: uhm. i don't have anything to yap about for once lol. my stomach hurts. ooh i know what to say cyno fuckers lovers yall are in for a TREAT next chapter 🙈 now give me one billion gajillion notes or i wont post it 🔫 also the haitham drama is over (?) now yay!!! he's emotionally constipated and rationalises his feelings away ok guys everybody makes mistakes 😞

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[crimsonmoonlight88]

Together Strong

Pairing: Noa x Mae

A/N: Help, I've fallen and I can't get up. Just a short drabble inspired by a scene from Avatar that refused to leave my mind.

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It was hard to believe the war for world domination was over for now--harder, even, to think how much had changed since the first time Mae had stepped into this ruined observatory and gazed upon the stars.

Like that fateful night, the sky was dark and cloudless, glittering with stars and the promise of a brighter future. Mae had been wrong, then. The world did not belong to the humans--it belonged to humans and apes, and together they would need to navigate this new age.

The Eagle Clan had tripled in size, and was now established as one of the leading territories. The Clan had chosen a new Master of Birds and Warlord, which called for a celebration. Mae had never known what it was like--to feast and laugh and tell stories over bonfires. To listen to the beating of drums and chants of song.

The festivities that followed the ceremony would last long through the night, and she had needed a moment of quiet, seeking this long forgotten place beneath the stars.

As Mae moved toward the telescope, she heard him enter, intentionally making himself known as to not startle her. But he did not speak. She wondered when he had noticed she had slipped away; he always seemed keenly aware of where she was, just as she was of him.

The past few weeks--months, really--had been nothing but plotting and planning and fighting. There had been blood, and death, and little time to talk about much else but war and peace. Mae did not mind. It let her avoid the truths she feared to acknowledge.

But she knew she could longer avoid them.

"It feels like ages since we were here," she said finally, a hand trailing over the cool bite of metal. "You are the Master of Birds now." She dug a finger into a groove, feeling moist dirt there. "Anaya says you will make a bow from the wood of the tallest tree." She paused. "And you will choose a mate."

Noa said nothing, watching her from the shadows in that silent, still way of his.

For some reason, Mae could not look at him, even though she could hardly look away during the ceremony. He had been covered in dark blue and white woad, adorned in armor that made him look more a knight than an ape. Master of Birds and Warlord. A leader.

Mae reached up to the necklace she always wore, her fingers playing with Raka's medallion--the symbol of peace and strength. "Nina is a good singer," she admitted. The female was one of the best in the clan, taming even the most wild of eagles.

A beat of silence. And then Noa said, his voice drifting from the shadows, "I do not want...Nina."

Mae suppressed a smile, but it quickly faded. "Soona is a good hunter. And an even better friend." And you were born within a sunset.

Another beat of quiet. And then--

"She is...all those things." He paused. "And family."

Mae stilled, not just at his words, but because he had snuck up behind her. She turned, half dreading what she might find. Noa stood at his full height, intimidating in his warrior's garb. He was hardened from war, but his eyes were still soft as he looked at her.

"But I have...already chosen," Noa went on gently. He reached out, his large hand covering hers over the medallion, his eyes bright. "But this woman...this...Nova...must also choose me."

Mae smiled at him, blinking back tears. "She already has."

His lips parted slightly, almost in disbelief. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers, his strong hands finding the back of her neck.

"You choose...this?" he breathed. "You choose...Eagle Clan? Me?"

He had once asked her if apes and humans could live together. Then, she had not known. But now, she could see no other future. Noa and Raka, Soona and Anaya and the others, even the humans that had joined their forces, they were family now.

"Yes," Mae answered. "Our cause is important. What we have built is important." She reached up, cupping his cheek. "You are important. To me."

His hands tightened on her neck, no doubt remembering those words, how he had said them to her on the battlefield when he had begged her to run. She refused. She would not leave him and the others then, and she would not leave them now.

Mae closed her eyes. "Together," she went on, "strong."

"Together," Noa echoed, his voice a promise, "strong."

And as they stood there under the stars, ape and human but somehow twin souls, Mae knew, no matter what the future held, they would face it side by side.

Together.

#nomae #noamae #noa x mae #crimsonmoonlightfic #Yes Raka lives how could he not #please be kind its just fanfic

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Hey, I'm microwavesofconfusion, the one who was planning on confronting the guy from D&D club. I both phrased my first comment poorly and planned poorly. I'm sorry to anyone who took offense from my behavior.

I kind of rationalized confronting him as something that would put me in the right. I originally joined D&D club to have fun playing D&D and because a lot of my friends were in it, but when I found out that he was in it, it kind of ruined a lot of the club for me. I still have fun when I'm playing in groups without him, and sometimes when I'm in groups with him, but whenever he's DMing, I (and other people, including those not in the know) have a terrible time. My school's D&D club has roughly 40 people, but only 20-25 of us sit at lunch together. I used to not sit with them (I used to sit with the band group until we broke up over an argument, but that's another story) but when a lot of my friends graduated, I began sitting with both D&D tables more often. I am genuinely friends with these people, and I love my friends very much. (I don't think that came across well in my comments). The thing is, the guy did some terrible things last year, worse things two years ago, and someone told me that he's doing those things more covertly now. Most of his friends are freshmen and sophomores (with juniors and seniors being reluctant to talk to him) because they don't know what he did. I tried talking to one of my friends about all of the stuff he did, and she sounded like she believed me, but then she invited him (well, via their mutual best friend) to the art honors society party, and she's still on good terms with him because she's never seen anything from him firsthand.

I decided that subtly dropping hints that he wasn't great until people thought about it and came to realize on their own that he wasn't a good person was the way to go, because if I try to tell people, it will become a "he said, she said" sort of thing, and people will rise to defend him. So, rather than say that he told a girl that he wanted to sexually assault her, or try to write down some of his racist jokes (which people defend anyway), I just say stuff like "isn't it weird that his girlfriend is so quiet around him" or "I didn't like how he yelled at us during the one-shot" to get people thinking. While I kind of am turning people against him, it's not empty lies. Everything I'm saying is true, and people can dismiss it as easily as they dismiss other people who tell him to stop making homophobic jokes.

It's not really a matter of whether I like him, I just think that people shouldn't be looking up to him as some sort of role model when he still does shady shit (skipping class to hang out alone in the welding room with someone else's partner is shady, whether it's cheating or not). My methods weren't great, and maybe there's a better way to go about it, but I just don't like how he's starting up again.

He did get punished for the stuff he did two years ago. He got suspended for something around the same time that he got in trouble for peeking in the girl's dressing room while the actors were changing, and he isn't a peeping Tom anymore, but he still convinces underclassmen to skip class to hang out with him, and he still sends people (who aren't his girlfriend) lewd texts, and he still discusses BDSM with anyone who has ears, but idk. How do the people of tumblr think I should have handled this situation?

For context:

#aita #am i the asshole

[galedekarios]

Where is the quote from your last edit from? Or did you write it? Thank you!

[in reference to this edit]

"Once upon a time, not quite that long ago, there lived a wizard in a tower. The wizard was what one might call a prodigy, who from an early age could not only control the Weave, but compose it, like a musician or a poet."

it's a quote from early access!

in early access, there were two versions of gale's backstory that gale would tell the protag after the tiefling party, spending the night together or not, depending on the player's choice.

one version allowed gale to talk about what happened to him as a story, with him being his own narrator. the other version is largely as it is now in the game.

the conversation started like this:

Gale: I know we have to get moving again soon, but before we part, I’d like to tell you something. I’d like to tell you a story. It is a story full of answers long overdue. It is a story of a man who fell in love with a goddess. - Player - Option 1: Very well, I’ll play along. Regale me, Gale. Gale: Thank you.  - Player - Option 2: It’s clear as day you are talking about yourself, you know. Gale: I know, but a bit of narrative distance will make it all so much easier in the telling. Indulge me. - Player - Option 3: Hold on. You were in love with Mystra? And you tell me this now? Or alternatively, Player - Option 4: Just tell me what’s really going on, would you? Gale: Please – a bit of narrative distance will make it all so much easier in the telling. Indulge me.

if you then chose to indulge gale, letting him tell the story with "a bit of narrative distance" to make it "easier in the telling" for him, this was the story he would tell the player in early access:

Gale: Once upon a time, not quite that long ago, there lived a wizard in a tower. The wizard was what one might call a prodigy, who from an early age could not only control the Weave, but compose it, like a musician or a poet. Such was his skill that it earned him the attention of the mother of magic herself. The Lady Of Mysteries, Mystra.

from there, the conversation branched again and it's also where the 'delicate veils' line comes from, which was sadly cut, like so many of gale's ea scenes and lines:

Player - Option 1: What did Mystra’s attention feel like? Gale: Love.  - Player - Option 2: He sounds like a very talented individual Gale: He was. Even though it was in Mystra’s affections that his true power lay. - Player - Option 3: Teacher’s pet, was he? Gale: He fancied himself much more than that. He fancied himself favoured above all others. Perhaps it was not quite love, but you see, the wizard was but a very young man. It was most certainly love to him.

all these options would then lead to:

Gale: Mystra showed him the secrets behind the veils. The gossamer veils first, draped across the Weave. The delicate veils next, draped across her body. ‘Chosen One’ she whispered, as she slipped them off completely.

if the player denies gale, and asks for the 'plain' version of the story instead, gale used to say the following, which is very similar to the version we have now in the full release version of the game:

Gale: Very well. The plain version it is. I am what one might call a wizard prodigy, who from an early age could not only control the Weave, but compose it like a virtuoso. - Player - Option 1: Are you telling me the wizard made love to a goddess? Gale: Yes. Until one day all too soon, the whispers stopped. The goddess spurned the mortal. The veils were drawn once more, and the wizard was left behind heartbroken. - Player - Option 2: The veils draped across the Weave? Gale: Indeed. What most wizards perceive is but the ripple of the Weave’s surface. Untold wonders lie beyond. I enjoyed them for a while, as we enjoyed each other. - Player - Option 3: Finally the story is getting interesting. Gale: Alas it was Mystra’s interest that didn’t last.

from there on, the protag was able to decide whether to keep gale by their side, as romantic partners, friends, travel companions, or to send him away entirely, as well as ask him further questions about his conditions as well as his feelings about mystra.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #ch: gale dekarios #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #text: asks #meta: mybg3

[pluckyredhead]

☕️ sliiightly late but would love to hear your thoughts on Tom King (I get the impression you’re not a fan? - ive only read one book of his (heroes in crisis) and a couple issues of mr miracle but I always see people talking about how great some of his books are)

Lol I am indeed not a fan. BUCKLE UP, FRIEND.

So two things about Tom King that give him such a good reputation outside of fandom circles: one, he is regularly paired with some of the best artists in the industry, which means his books look incredible. I mean, just astonishingly beautiful all around.

And two, he is very good at including certain signifiers that indicate "this is a prestige comic." It's hard for me to describe it - it's an "I know it when I see it" kind of thing - but there are certain ways of writing and laying out a comic that signal seriousness, intelligence, boundary-pushing. Art with a capital A.

The easiest example I can give is the nine-panel grid, which is exactly what it sounds like: a page of three panels by three panels, all the same size. This is associated with older comics (like, Golden and Silver Age) because it's so simple, but also it's very very associated with Watchmen. So now when people trot it out there's an element of "Look at me! I'm just like Alan Moore!"

Tom King looooves the nine panel grid. He uses it a ton in Mister Miracle (Kirby used it a lot so this kind of makes sense) and Heroes in Crisis, especially for the therapy sessions. And there's this thing in the industry where people see a nine panel grid and they're like "Oh! This comic must be Smart." But if you scratch a lot of Tom King's work, it has very little substance beyond a sort of complacent nihilism.

(Geoff Johns also used the nine panel grid to signify that he is An Intellectual Writer now with Three Jokers, which was fucking hilarious. Geoff Johns is the Michael Bay of comics and he was trying to be Wes Anderson. It was embarrassing for him.)

And actually, speaking of Tom King and Watchmen, Heroes in Crisis has a great example of how he's using shorthand instead of, like, building a real story. There's a moment where Clark tells Bruce and Diana that someone anonymously sent all the superheroes' therapy footage to Lois, and they're like "She can't publish it," and Clark's like "She's a journalist. She did it 35 seconds ago."

This is a reference to a very very famous line in Watchmen, when Ozymandias is talking about his plan and then reveals that "I did it 35 minutes ago." But Heroes in Crisis has nothing to do with Watchmen, and Lois's actions (publishing private medical information for no reason) have nothing to do with Ozymandias's (dropping a fake alien squid on New York to end the Cold War; also, sorry for the Watchmen spoilers). It also has zero consequences, either within Heroes in Crisis or in later comics.

That moment serves literally no purpose except for Tom King to tell the reader "I've read Watchmen." Which...is not really much to brag about? I'm pretty sure it's the bestselling graphic novel of all time. Lots of people have read it, dude. The line has no story or character purpose, it's just the equivalent of like...teenage boys quoting Rick and Morty or whatever at each other to signal that they're an in-group. Except pretentious. It's like if teenage boys quoted Proust at each other. (That would actually be amazing.)

And in fact - and this is my big beef with King - the line actually harms the story, because it's wildly out of character for Lois (and Clark, who fully supports her decision here). Why on earth would Lois publish the private medical information of dozens of people, many of whom are her husband's friends, or even her friends and in some cases family? It's not newsworthy, it's deeply unethical, and she doesn't know who her source is. It makes zero sense that she would publish it, and equally zero sense that Perry would allow her to - they're the Daily Planet, not fucking TMZ. But she does it...so that Clark can paraphrase Watchmen. Okay???

And that's the big problem with King. He has no knowledge or understanding of the vast majority of characters that he writes, nor does he care to learn. He is a fundamentally ignorant and lazy writer. Heroes in Crisis really exposes this, because it uses so many characters, and he gets so many of them wrong, and it's so clear that he like...Googled shit with no context.

Like, take Kyle Rayner. King has him praying in Spanish, and like...okay, sure, Kyle's dad is Mexican. Except Kyle didn't know that until he was well into his twenties! He literally had no idea that his father was Mexican or that he himself was Latino until he was an adult, and while he does canonically speak a second language in the comics, it's Irish. In both HiC and Omega Men, King writes Kyle as devoutly Catholic, when Kyle has never been shown to be religious in any other comic. King just went "Oh his dad's Mexican, he must be Catholic and fluent in Spanish." Now, I'm not saying we shouldn't have comics where Kyle engages with his Mexican heritage, but this is just a stereotype.

King also has this trick where he goes back to a character's debut issue and does a close reading of it to inform his writing, and everyone congratulates him on his deep cut...but he reads nothing else about the character. In Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow, the only Supergirl comic he references out of 63 years of canon is her first appearance, which is all of 8 pages long. Way to dig deep in that research, champ.

His book Danger Street was touted as celebrating the obscure characters of the DCU, but it was really just utilizing this trick to the max, because it was all about characters from a comic from the 70s called 1st Issue Special, which was dedicated to trying out new characters and concepts, so it was a whole bunch of debuts. I only skimmed part of Danger Street while researching something else, so I can't claim an in-depth reading, but one of those 1st Issue Special characters was the blue Starman, Mikaal Thomas. King uses that 1st Issue Special debut issue and literally none of Mikaal's other appearances to inform his writing. And you might say, well, okay, that's an obscure character so who cares? But Mikaal is a historically significant character who was half of DC's first on-page gay kiss in a mainstream comic, and you can't even tell from King's take on him that he's queer, because surprise surprise, his queerness wasn't in his 1976 debut but was a later development. And everything Mikaal does doesn't have to center his sexuality first and foremost, but it would have been nice if it seemed like King was even aware of it.

King also doesn't understand, like...really simple themes. I thought Mister Miracle was really good when I read the first issue...and then the story kept going, and I was like "Ohhhh he doesn't understand the point of the Fourth World at all." And the Fourth World is, like...the least subtle Kirby ever was, and Kirby was never subtle. Anyway Scott Free is a hero and Orion is also a hero, and if you don't understand that basic fact and how it is the central theme of the Fourth World - that given the chance, good will always be stronger than evil - you need to go back to remedial comics school.

AND FINALLY (lol sorry), all of his comics are just...miserable. They're about terrible people being terrible to each other. Which...is fine, I guess? But it's not why I personally come to superhero comics.

So yeah: I don't like King's work because he doesn't actually know what he's talking about, he doesn't do any substantive research, and he's so cavalier with the characters that he's been given temporary charge of that even DC has made almost all of his writing out-of-continuity after the fact. And the fact that the comics establishment treats him like he's some kind of genius makes me want to scream.

#comics

[everybody-loves-purdy]

With a bit of inference, Moth Flight’s Vision is an accidental tragedy about generational trauma.

Moth Flight’s Vision is a book which tries to justify the medicine cat abstinence rule, and it fails at this. This is mainly due to the exceptional circumstances Moth Flight was in when she gave up her kits. And obviously you have the fact she was a very young mother with four children in a time before a nursery system and when Moth Flight herself was also navigating being the first ever medicine cat. But I want to bring up another aspect of Moth Flight’s Vision that heavily influences our titular character’s decision to give up her children and bar all medicine cats from ever having mates or kits: Trauma.

And I want to stress that at no point so I think the Erins wanted to make this a story about trauma. But boy did they accidentally make a pretty compelling story about generational trauma. You need to squint a little though but trust me, it’s there. Accidentally put in the narrative like some of the best stuff in warrior cats often is.

So the trauma I am referring two comes from two cats in her life, her mother Wind Runner/ Windstar and her mate Micah.

So if we start with the former, Wind Runner at the start of Moth Flight’s Vision is very critical of Moth Flight. She has no patience for Moth Flight getting distracted and her lack of hunting skill, and voices how she dislikes Moth Flight’s lack of prey contribution to the clan, and frequently insults her and makes snide remarks to her. Such as you can see in just this one example.

All this leaves Moth Flight feeling inferior and feeling like she is wrong.

All this cumulates in an argument in which Wind Runner lists how irresponsible she believes Moth Flight to be tells Moth Flight she is a danger to her clan. And Moth Flight believes her, and runs away.

Now after this once Moth Flight returns as a medicine cat we don’t really get anything like this from Wind Runner again but the damage is done. Now here’s where the inference has to start coming in a bit. Who wouldn’t be left with a complex after this? Who wouldn’t be left with the need to prove themselves however they can? Moth Flight certainly sets out to please Wind Runner and prove she can be useful to her clan in the early part of the book when she’s receiving this abuse. So why would it just evaporate later when she actually finds something she’s good at and can be of great use to her clan doing? Just put a pin in that for a moment.

Also while we’re talking about Wind Runner; Moth Flight has a conversation with her dead siblings about how she wishes she could please Wind Runmer, which leads to her dead siblings saying that the reason Wind Runner is so harsh towards Moth Flight is because of the trauma she experienced when she lost her kits. Wind Runner’s trauma is ultimately what is causing her to inflict trauma onto Moth Flight.

And now we move onto the second inflicter of trauma in Moth Flight’s life: Micah. Don’t worry, unlike Wind Runner, Micah didn’t inflict any trauma on Moth Flight through his own actions. Unless you count dying in a tragic accident right in front of Moth Flight. In which case yeah, his actions did inflict trauma on her. At least it was an accident.

Micah’s death deeply traumatises Moth Flight. She cannot bear to be in WindClan due to it, she lives in ShadowClan for a moon, avoiding going home due to her grief, and then only travels back once she realises she is pregnant, and decides she wants to be with kin.

The stage is set. The Erins have a young cat set up about to have four kittens that she’s going to give away and change the medicine cat code forever. What they do not realise is that the trauma they have influenced on this character can most definitely be inferred to have an effect on her actions surrounding her children from this point forward, ultimately being perceived as a large push as to why she gives them up.

The book wants us to believe that she gives up her kittens because it is just inherently impossible to be a medicine cat and have mates and children. Which isn’t true as cats such as Leafpool and Yellowfang have since proven wrong. And obviously there are the exceptional circumstances Moth Flight herself has been subjected to during this period. But her trauma can also be perceived to pay a huge part in her feeling like she cannot balance her duties and her children.

To start off with. The first moon of her kits life is fine. Moth Flight steps back from medicine cat duties and lets the very knowledgeable Reed Tail take primary healer duties for the clan. The book skips over the first moon with her kits and therefore we can assume nothing important happens, and no issues come from Moth Flight raising her kits for this first moon. Moth Flight does reflect that how she did on occasion try and do checkups but her kits always called her away. And here, while Moth Flight is reflecting on this, we get this paragraph:

So here we learn two things:

She feels ready to stop having Reed Tail help her when her kits are a moon and a half (6 weeks) old.

Moth Flight does not want to let go of her kits for any amount of time. She equates Slate saying that she can leave the kits for short periods to them not having a mother figure in their lives. And she thinks her kits can only receive adequate love from her.

So with point 1, Moth Flight’s kittens are still little babies. And she feels that she should go back to being a full time medicine cat when they’re still that young despite having Reed Tail to hold the fort, and dismissing him as her helper entirely after this point. And here I’m going to bring back the idea of inference. I feel that this could stem from Wind Runner’s abuse at the start of the book. Wind Runner left her daughter feeling so compelled to be useful to her clan that she’s throwing herself back into her work far too early in order to keep her mother happy and be of use to the clan in the only way Moth Flight feels she can be. Is any of this written in the book? Hell no. But I feel that you can absolutely infer that Moth Flight’s drive to get back to work so soon is due to the lasting trauma and insecurities her mother had imposed on her.

Point 2 is a lot to unpack and here, and this is a point that comes up again, how Moth Flight feels compelled to take care of her kits personally rather than hand them off to babysitters due to their lack of a living father.

So if we use some of that inference here, we can infer that Micah’s death has left Moth Flight insecure about leaving her children alone. She feels that she is the only one who can properly take care of them in her clan. And, undoubtedly by accident, this idea comes back. There are two incidents with her leaving her kits to be babysat and irresponsible babysitting causes the kits to get hurt. The first is where she goes to a gathering and Rocky encourages three of the kits to climb a rock but tells the fourth she’s not ready. So the very next day she climbs the rock. She falls, she gets hurt. And not once does Moth Flight get angry at Rocky for encouraging her children to climb a big rock, oh no, she blames herself.

There isn’t one second where she thinks about how it’s Rocky’s fault this situation arose. She entirely blames herself for it, and the situation is never even discussed with Rocky.

And then something similar happens later on. Storm Pelt is supposed to be watching the kits while Moth Flight goes to RiverClan. And then all four kits end up following her and one of them falls in the river. She doesn’t blame Storm Pelt for any of this. She doesn’t have a single word of blame to say to him about him allowing all four of her children to follow her to RiverClan. And from that we can infer (even though again, the book doesn’t say) she feels the blame lies with herself. This inference can be strengthened given that this is the incident which causes her to feel she should give up her kits.

On top of her feeling wholly responsible for her kits at all times no matter who is looking after them, the main other way they distract her from her medicine cat duties is when she suddenly becomes paranoid that some horrible tragedy has befallen them while she isn’t watching them. And I think all of this paranoia and heightened sense of responsibility regarding her kits all comes down to Micah.

He died traumatically in front of her eyes. She feels extra protective of her children because they no longer have a father. And we can infer that her paranoia of them meeting a gruesome fate has come from her witnessing the painful death of her beloved Micah.

And where does this leave us? All this trauma stemming from both her mother and beloved? Well, Moth Flight decrees that medicine cats must not have mates or kits. She then inflicts trauma onto her own children by separating them and forcing them all to live apart. The trauma that Wind Runner and Moth Flight experienced can now be inferred to have trickled down to both Moth Flight’s kits, and many, many medicine cats for decades to come. The book wants you to believe this is because kits can distract from medicine cat duties, that they can pull a medicine cat away from important duties. But that only happens in Moth Flight’s Vision due to poor babysitters or mainly Moth Flight becoming paranoid that her kits are going to die horribly like their father once they’re out of her sight.

Is this all a stretch? Absolutely. I have no doubt this was absolutely not the intention of the Erins at all. But in the words of Todd Chavez:

Isn’t the point of art less what people put into it and more of what people get out of it?

And thats what I get out of Moth Flight’s Vision. A story about how tragic trauma can be, not only for an individual, but also for others if it becomes generational.

#moth flight #Windstar #wind runner #abuse tw #trauma tw

[nuncscioquidsitamor-13]

⋆˙⟡♡ (summary): this post but with a reader cuz self insert slay.

⋆˙⟡♡ (warnings): angstish, mentions of abuse, child neglect

⋆˙⟡♡ (notes): this was not a request but I wanted to write it. Short writing my lovey dovey.

⋆˙⟡♡ (taglist): @kozumesphone @soulynummy @fizzywashere87 (lmk if you want to be added/removed)

You almost cried with relief when the diner came into view. It was evening, the sun dipping low beneath the horizon; purples and pinks and blues bleeding into the delicate sky.

Walking inside quickly, and sitting down at one of the booths in the back as to not draw attention to yourself. You had no money, no place to go, nothing except the clothes on your back.

It was a surprise when you felt something hit your head. You turned around, ready to tell off whatever child decided to bother you when you stalled surprised to see two kids the same age as you.

"My name's Leo and this is Piper." The boy said, a grin spread across his face, "You hungry?"

As much as you would have declined, your stomach rumbled loudly and obnoxiously. The girl, Piper, sent you a look that made you almost compelled to follow her.

You and Leo sat at the bar, close to the exit, while Piper ordered. He was cute, with curly hair and brown eyes filled with mischief.

"So, what's your story?" He asked, hands fiddling with screws and other various tools. He wasn't even looking at you, but you felt like he was listening intently.

"I ran away from home." You said, curtly, right as Piper returned with the drinks. She gave you an understanding look, apparently your words had caught her ears.

"Me too." Piper said, passing you a milkshake. You tried to prevent the look of gratefulness, the tears dotting the corners of your eyes but it was hard. Why did this random girl care enough to get you a milkshake? Why did she care more than your parents did?

"Drink up." Leo said, noticeably not mentioning his own story. You said nothing, having learned to mind your business long ago.

As you three drank your milkshakes (and ate fries Piper also got for you guys), you talked about anything and everything. Piper had a famous dad and Leo was crazily good at mechanics. You all only had one parent (weird coincidence) and all ran away. It felt almost like this trio was meant to be.

"Okay, so, I don't have any money so we gotta run." Leo said, while Piper agreed. You sneakily grabbed a fistful of fries as you all rushed out of the store.

"Oh my gosh." You giggled, clutching your side as you all plopped down in an alleyway, "That was ridiculous."

"You think that was ridiculous? You brought fries with you." Piper snorted, leaning against Leo like they'd known each other their entire lives. It felt like that though, you could give these people your whole heart and you trust they'd keep it safe. (Is this what having soulmates feel like?)

"They're to go. Duh," You replied, exaggeratedly rolling your eyes. Leo and Piper laughed, making you join in. It was quite a sight to see, three young teens cackling like hyenas in an alleyway during the night.

"Oh shit, we should get going. Its getting late." Leo said, standing up and brushing off his pants. Then he helped you and Piper up.

"Wanna stay together?" You asked, almost shyly. Was that a lot to ask? To run away together with people you only just met.

Your doubts vanished when Leo grinned and Piper grabbed your hand.

"Together."

#Amorwrites #pjo tv show #pjo hoo toa #pjo #pjo series #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #riordanverse #piper mclean #piper mcqueen #leo valdez #piper and leo #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n #piper mclean x reader #piper mclean x you #platonic #gn reader #fem reader #gender neutral reader #platonic relationships #found family #light angst #tw child neglect

[misscammiedawn]

You may have discussed it before, but would you mind speaking a little bit on how you discovered you have DID?

I feel like I have a pretty stable core identity but there have been times under intense stress where I’ve experienced sudden “switches” in my personality. During a particularly bad period for a little over a year there was a time where I distinctly felt like a different person and did things I wouldn’t normally do, and I remember the specific moment where I came back into my body and became “me” again. This doesn’t happen often, but it has happened more than once throughout my life. When I see people talk about plurality I feel a little confused because their identities often seem to have their own names and genders and ages and backstories, and it seems so cut-and-dry.

I know these are all things to discuss with my therapist but I love how you talk about your own experiences. How can you differentiate between DID and other kinds of dissociation?

Thank you for asking, anon! I'm glad you are going to talk to your therapist about it while also doing the reading and reaching out-- heaven knows our own journey within the US mental healthcare system was rocky at best. The latest chapter of Madison/Belladonna is heavily sourced from IRL circumstances both in receiving the diagnosis and the decades long journey in the mental healthcare system to get there.

But to answer more directly-- (as always we are answering from a psychopathology lens for care and treatment, we recognize the beauty of plurality and do not reduce ALL experiences to mental healthcare concerns, we are approaching our own situation and experiences this way as it is how we lived it)

Our journey was guided from the outside. Both therapists and our partner who was able to see these "mood swings" in us were able to gently guide us to water despite our fierce denial and rejection of our situation. What started as "we're fine" turned to "mood swings" turned to "BPD" turned to "---maybe we should read up on OSDD?" Turned to our current therapist telling us over a year ago that we had DID after months of testing and interviewing to determine.

I should also note I likely realized it MULTIPLE times in my history and buried it again and again. I legitimately think that people in my former life knew and either assumed I knew too or worse I had told them and forgot that I told them. It worries me because I cannot ever be certain. I once asked my ex-wife about it after the divorce/diagnosis and she did say it was weird how she had a "different husband" depending on environment and social group. She said she never noticed it during the interactions, but she would always think back and feel that the "me" in any given moment was different from the ones she observed in social/work situations etc.

So like--- even if people notice, sometimes they don't even realize what they're seeing. Honestly I go full No Mask at work even when a male part fronts and no one really bats an eye. I don't think *most* people are as observant as we worry they are.

ANYWAY! Looking back these are the signs that I ignored:

- I not just wrote a consistent journal through every phase of my life (even going as far as to have a "memory list" that I populated "when I felt like it" (<- IE: when a part that associated with the memory was fronting and wanted to type about it) and more importantly I READ it. Often. I sometimes think that the majority of our memories are just imagined versions of what we wrote. That notion is helped by the fact we [used to] stop journaling during times of crisis or delete journal/chat log to prevent us thinking about distressing things.

- I wrote a lot of plural characters in my stories since my teenage years. Kinda like I kept writing female versions of myself? Funny how the Trans and DID acceptance arcs are so dang similar.

- I would emotionally cave in on myself after gatherings, berating myself for how I had acted all evening. Getting deeply upset at how "out of control" I was. We outright AVOID mood altering substances like alcohol or weed.

- When talking about traumatic memories we typically just tell the story rote. It doesn't bother us. We told therapists without batting an eyelid. This is dissociation. We were disconnecting ourselves from our memories. Emotionally distancing ourselves from the experiences.

- In the same vein, when we remember things we imagine things in locations like a 3rd person camera. Not populated. We don't hear or feel or associate. It's just a place and a knowledge. Our whole "context packet" thing where we just understand something without *feeling* it.

- Deleted emails and chatlogs, references to things we don't remember. Discord messages with people we don't remember talking to. It bothers me how many people in our online communities we were actually close to at some stage of our life and then erased. This is specific to us but Dawn has opened many accounts in the hypnokink community and Camden has shut them down and this has happened so many times that we don't even get upset when we find a buried email from 2013 with sign-up to a Yahoo Email account we don't remember having. That sounds dramatic. It's more just. Go into your emails, pull stuff up from 5-10 years ago and just scroll a while. See how much you remember and associate into. It's NORMAL to forget what websites you were browsing a decade ago. It's not normal to have an entire *LIFE* you hid from yourself.

- Sometimes people just... saw/knew us before we did and there were times when they would describe a version of us they weren't supposed to see and we got complete dysphoria over it. Sometimes it as joyful. Someone we love saw Cammie well enough to say when we transitioned that they wanted to see that "windswept girl with the big smile" all of the time. Sometimes it's mortifying, like when someone approaches Camden as if she is Dawn and Camden REJECTED that side of us so heavily that it caused emotional meltdowns and turmoil because Camden didn't WANT to be a sexy confident domme, she could barely see herself as a woman, when people saw the wrong version of us *without permission* it was just a violation that made things WORSE.

- On that note-- meltdowns-- we mentioned the whole "after a social gathering we'd emotionally cave in on ourselves" thing, there was a lot of that. After work we'd get a complete drop from having to be in Manager Mode all day or we'd have a crisis after erotic intimacy encounters because we're sex repulsed ace. The fact is our nervous system was activated during those times, our survival instincts were kicked in and brought the part associated to the surface to DEAL and when they backed off our body was still reacting to the trauma trigger and it would cause us to implode.

All of these things in therapy brought us to the conclusion of BPD. Because therapists be like that at times. A *TRAUMA* therapist gave us some DES-II, MID and ACE tests and worked out what was going on within 3 months.

It took a further 6-9 months with constant support from loved ones who were able to see us as individuals to *ACCEPT* it. This is a denial disorder, it doesn't want to be found. Asking questions, being honest and being accepting is the best way to come to terms with it. I wish it were easier and I wish you luck and support in your journey. Our inbox is always open!

You're not alone <3

#cammie asks #DID #dissociative identity disorder #watch me post my trauma in public

[punkeropercyjackson]

Batfam and Spiderfam dynamics

Jason and Miles are platonic soulmates,thanks.As a black dominicano myself,there is no reaction Jason would have to meeting the Spiderfam other then making a b-line to the lil nigga talking with his hands to someone who's not listening and asking him about what he's rambling about to genuinely listen and this applies to any timeline Jason cause the Lazarus Pit isn't gringofication juice.Miles takes an equally quick liking to him and they've got tons in common but enough differences to keep their interactions interesting and add some mutual angst(I see you in me and you see me in you but the feeling isn't exactly the same,not always but we're getting there for eachother)

Babs fucks with Miguel by hacking his Spidertech and dosen't even do any actual damage but pretends she has or is planning to to keep him on his toes.He is Screaming

Stephanie and Gwen hit it off almost as instantly as the Flowerghost Brothers did for the same reasons and Stephie calls Gwendita 'sister' first as the slang but then as a found family thing.Gwen convinced her to dye her hair like Hobie did her and Stephanie now has a split down the middle purple dye to her natural black butterfly locs and she brings her over to Batgirls hangouts so she can feel like a real girl as gender validation but also trauma healing and on first meeting Stephanie had a reverse to her and Jess' first meeting as Gwen chattered off about herself in autistic awkwardness and she responded with 'Can i adopt you?' to Gwen's touched shock and Steph's embarrasment(Gwen is still 16 and Stephanie was 18 btw)(Death may love you but i love more and i'll save you from it)(You're the Robin that flew the highest even though you flew for the shortest time)

The babygirlfication of Duke Thomas:By Hobie Brown.Duke was flustered and weak in the knees enough just from Hobie unmasking but the fact that Hobie found him equally attractive didn't help since he instantly started flirting with him.Duke powered through after getting used to it a significant instences of Spiderpunk rizz and Hobie was pleasently surprised that he actually wasn't a shy meek 'normal' boy but as chaotic as he is and that was when it went from attraction to real romantic love as they got to really know eachother and Hobie shows off Duke to his band's fans and they take care of eachother post-hero work and before it too(You're SUCH a punk........I can't fucking tell if i wanna be with you or be you or roast you/I'm Spiderman and you're Robin.We can do all three,Sunlight.This the part where you kiss me,yeah?/Obviously-Why else would i have done that 1920s toons ass shit to get you upside down?)

Dick and Peter B are iconic 'The ones who started it all and mentor the ones to keep the legacy going' solidarity but Dick's a cool hot tgirl about it and Peter B's a lame in a sexy kinda way tboy about it.Their friendship is healthy if weird and they do hero jobs together occasionally and exchange trans stories/jokes.Also:".........We seem to have the same type?" "You mean.....Redheads...?" "What?!No,black women!" "OH THANK FUCK,I KNEW THAT CREEPY RUMOR ABOUT YOU WASN'T REAL!!!"

Talia and Rio met through Jason and Miles and formed a friendship of their own.It was really nice for Talia to befriend another woc who's deep into and proud of her heritage and they do cultural bonding and hang out casually too and they're also both bi women with a past history of multiple girlfriends which is a nice surprise and they can be found drinking tea and eating tostadas together at least once a month.Talia and Uncle Aaron would've been besties too if he'd lived and her breath hitched when she met his 42 Variant and Miles G from the flashbacks to Jason's ressurection and her reconnection with him as he turned into Red Hood under her wing(It's like looking at ghosts that'll never really die)

Cass and Peni suffer from the infantalization and moefication of easian women and girls both in-universe and out of universe so they go beyond and Cass helps Peni go back to her authentic japanese roots by having a storyline with her that's a ref to her Nge inspo and this includes Earth 14512 and Prime Earth glitches fuckery and Cass briefly goes chinese cartoon incarnated which she's more than okay with.They listen to Mcr and participate in Cass' tradgoth hobbies and Peni gets her to embrace her hidden small love of cute shit and there's anatomically dehumanized child soldier bonding(Don't let them make you a rose without thorns)(Be beautiful to everyone you want to but terrifying to everyone else.You've earned both)

Kory and Jessica get black milf-y with it by increasing their hotness by 100+ with their combined energy and Kory teases her about the Spiderkids calling her 'Spidermom' as a half-joking mantle and Jessica just rolls her eyes playfully and says she's jealousy she's milf x 2 now.Kory also gives her free clothes she got from her modeling job and Jessica takes her out on motorcyle rides with her own pastel pink helmet and was confused for a Tamaranean a few times so she gaslight the media about it for funsies.Street food gyals too and get their nails and hair done together at different dimensional black salons as a quest of sorts.THEE Spiderbatfam battle duo,they are whole ass GREEK TITANS in damage level(Also jic no ion ship Peter B and Jessica,Dick was talking about 616 MJ who is black to me due to one of few mcu W's)

Maps and Margo be peppy girl geeks of color who're twinnin' on almost all their tastes,the only real difference being Maps' japanese ones vs Margo's haitian ones BUT they get to diaspora bond thanks to being inmigrant kids♡Margo has pretend drawn constellations with Maps' freckles and this my friends was the true beginning of Margomaps.Margo social media brags and posts about 'her girlfriend Maps' like the slang and Maps drags her into Gotham mystery solving and they're call themselves 'Team Birdbyte' know damn well that's a ship name.Maps once put her hairclip on Margo's hair and kissed it 'for good luck' because she was scared shitless for her on a life or death mission and Margo sweeped her up into her arms to give her a big 'ol smooch upon return and Maps had heart eyes afterwards as they went on their first 'date' i.e Sharing a bed for the first time as they talked out their love for eachother in detail over pizza and strawberry fizz(You're not my Player 2,you're my main girl)

I don't got fancy schmancy for these last two but Tim x Miles is so fucking real,,,,,,,,,Better than any yt boys only crossover ship for sure.They're just,autistic trans teenage boygirlfriends but like realistic ones not fake deep wonderbread and they're brown4black because Tim's biracial on Janet's side cause she was cherokee and Miles is an honorary Young Justice member who earned a Blue Lantern ring and they're so sweet and soft and sappy and cringe together...........Cool girl Miles and her losercore bf who loves her so fucking much and that she loves so fucking much back and she thinks SHE'S the desperate loser.And the other thing is Tiffany Fox is Batgirl here!!It only feels right considering it's Spiderverse and she hangs out the Spiderteens/Tim and Duke's age group/the older Batgirls!!She's a recurring major character i have for this in my head and is one of Miles' big crushes although not endgame since she realized she'd rather make friends for a long time first than date right then.And she grows up to have a happy healthy marriage and kids!!♡(Red Table mutual you know who you are,ADD TIFF)

Misc extras:Prime Earth has a Dairy Queen equivalent called Dairy Super,Miles and Jason have texting Tamagotchis that were upgraded by Margo at random because she wanted to see if she could and Miles' is a cat while Jason's is a bat,Gwen's mom was afro-dominican and she got her Atsv hair but in locs and Stephanie is specifically jamaican/korean and blondephobic as is Tim,Peter B's character assasination didn't happen cause the writers were so darksided for that,Jessica is trans as per her comics,Stephcass is a thing and share an apartment and basically act like a butch4femme eternally married couple(A la Bubbline in Obsidian and onward)and it's perfectly possible to make a Batfam crossover that isn't about blue eyes,incest or pedophillia shipping or spits in the name of superheroes and what they stand for in favor of propaganda,gatekeeping and writing that's so horny it circles right around to being sexless.And you just read one :)

#the anomalies #jason todd #miles morales #flowerghost #stephanie brown #gwen stacy #duke thomas #hobie brown #dick grayson #peter b parker #talia al-ghul #rio morales #aaron davis #miles g morales #cassandra cain #peni parker #koriand'r #jessica drew #maps mizoguchi #margo kess #margo tag #tim drake #afrolatino jason supremacy #blasian stephanie brown #black gwen stacy #solarpunk(comics) #margomaps #timiles #💌 #summerposting