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apathetic-theme-song · 6 months

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Afterlife Orientation

Jounouchi tells Shizuka some important information about the afterlife. Namely, that everyone's dating everyone else. Ties into Tomb Robbery & Other Plights. CW: Everyone's dead and they talk about it a little.

Shizuka was a little overwhelmed, if she was being honest. One moment, she’d been lying in a hospital bed at the end of a long life. Then, she woke up in a near-perfect recreation of Domino City in a body much younger than the one she’d died in with an ethereal-looking woman who gave her water and patiently explained that this was the afterlife. Jounouchi had come to find her almost immediately and show her around before dropping a pretty big concept on her. “So, we can go other places,” he said, stretching out on the couch of his apartment. It was still cluttered and messy, just like the one he’d had back when he was in his 30s. “Courtesy of Atem, we can go to Egypt, too.”

“Like… his Egypt?” Shizuka knew a little about Atem, but the whole ‘Pharaoh’s soul trapped in a necklace’ thing had been pretty wild to her even when it was happening.

“Yeah. Oh!” Jounouchi shot upright, digging around in the mess of papers to find a blank one. “Except there’s a few things you should know. Everyone’s kinda… been getting around since we’re all together.”

“Katsuya! I don’t want to hear about that!” Shizuka practically screamed, eyes widening in horror.

“No no no - just hear me out, okay?” Jounouchi started scribbling on the paper. “So, like… it turns out that we’re all pretty bad at being monogamous, okay? So you should know who’s dating who. It’s kind of a mess.” Shizuka tentatively sat on the couch next to him, watching as he created something of a flow chart. “Okay, so Atem’s at the top, right? Since it’s his afterlife and he’s been here the longest.” Jounouchi drew out some lines linking to five names. “He hooked up with Iah first - I’ll explain Iah in a second, you never met him - but then he also has Mana and Mahad. They’re like his best friends since they were kids. When Yugi and Anzu showed up, they all settled that weird love triangle they had going on when we were alive, so they’re all together, too.”

“Are they still married, though?” Shizuka asked curiously.

“Oh yeah. Yugi and Anzu are definitely still a thing, although Anzu’s also been spending time with Mana lately. And honestly, good for her. Yugi kind of has a thing with Ryou now, too, except they haven’t made it official or anything.”

“Yugi and Ryou?”

“I know, right? Then again, they had that kinda vibe before Yugi and Anzu got hitched, so…” Jounouchi shrugged. “Anyway. Yugi and me - you know I love ‘im, but it’s strictly platonic.” He paused. “Atem kissed me when I first showed up and I didn’t hate it, though. And I messed around with Ryuji a little, too, but we're better as friends.”

Shizuka couldn’t help but smile, leaning in to coyly ask, “Did you and Mai ever…?”

Jounouchi smiled back at her sheepishly and held up his hand to show off the simple gold band on his ring finger. “Oh yeah. Although she has date nights with Ishizu sometimes. Didn’t see that coming, but my girl’s got good taste.” Jounouchi turned back to the page to draw even more names and lines. “Anyway, Ryou’s kind of off in his own world, but like I said, he’s kind of got a thing going with Yugi, and he’s been spending a lot of time with Marik and Kek, too -”

“Wait, who’s Kek?”

Jounouchi took a deep breath, then started coughing. “Hoo boy - marker fumes! Kek’s… so Marik had DID when he was alive, and Kek was his super-evil alter ego that tried to kill everybody.”

Shizuka shuddered. She briefly remembered seeing Marik jump off the deep end in Battle City. “He’s there, too?”

“Yeah, but he’s been here a while and he’s actually chilled out a lot. Mai and him can't be in the same room, but it’s civil enough. Marik and Kek have a lot of issues they're still working out, so Ryou dating both of them is kind of awkward. And speaking of awkward - Iah. He’s the Thief King, he was kind of the reason Ryou went a little crazy, too. It’s complicated, but Iah’s pretty cool now. He’s with Kek and Atem, but he’s been hanging out with Marik a lot. I guess they kind of had a thing back in Battle City and they’re sorting that out. Ryou kind of hates Iah, though.”

“I really didn’t think Ryou was the type to hate anybody.”

Jounouchi shrugged, staring down at the paper. The flow chart was looking more like a word jumble at this point. “Well, he didn’t like talking about what he was going through. He’s still working on that. He was actually pretty pissed off about a lot of things. It wasn’t entirely Iah’s fault, I guess - part of him got sealed up with literal Evil Incarnate and made Ryou’s life a living hell, and Ryou still doesn’t trust that he’s good now.” Jounouchi sighed. “But… he likes Marik, so as long as you don’t leave him and Iah alone, it’s fine.”

Shizuka slumped against the couch, her head spinning. “This is weird. Dating people that your other partners don’t like?”

“I mean - we’ve literally got eternity to work stuff out. There’s been a few break-ups here and there - oh!” Jounouchi slammed the paper down on the table. “Almost forgot about Kaiba! So he spends most of his time here, unfortunately for literally everyone else, but he goes to Egypt to duel Atem now and then.” He sighed. “Honestly, I don’t think Kaiba can figure out whether he loves Atem or hates him. It’s a real on-off relationship, and Atem always gets super bummed out whenever they go ‘off’. He just needs to make up his freaking mind.”

Shizuka thought back to Jounouchi’s irrational hatred of Kaiba when they were younger and said tiredly, “Or maybe you could just -”

“Finish that thought and I don’t have a sister anymore. Uh - Kaiba does kind of have a girlfriend, though. I think. No one’s ever met her in person, but he wanders around with a girl sometimes. So I guess we add her in, too.” Jounouchi wrote ‘girlfriend from Canada’ underneath Kaiba’s name and linked them together. “But that’s pretty much it. Any questions?”

“You guys really have a lot of free time, huh?”

Jounouchi rolled his eyes. “Hey, we’ve got all the time in the world, remember? Kind of. They’ll let us reincarnate whenever we want, but everyone’s pretty happy right now, so we’re gonna be around for a while. There are tournaments here and a lot of festivals over in Egypt, so it’s easy to keep busy, too. We’re not just lying around with each other all day.”

Shizuka found the energy to sit up and tease, “Good, because you were really good at lying around when we were alive.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know, I was a high-ranking Duelist and had a job! A lot of jobs, actually. I worked hard!”

“I know, Katsuya.” She reached over to hug him from the side. “I hate that you got stuck with Dad and all his debt.”

“Yeah. Thank God Yugi let me crash with him after Dad died, I would’ve never been able to afford rent.” Jounouchi got quiet and abandoned the flow chart, leaning back against the couch to hug Shizuka back. “I’m glad you’re here. You did good after I was gone?”

“Yeah. It was hard,” Shizuka admitted, tears starting to well up in her eyes. “They named my grandson after you.”

“Oh, stop it, I’m gonna start crying, too,” Jounouchi said loudly with a laugh, his go-to reaction when he was getting emotional. “Hey, the cherry blossoms will start blooming soon. Once you settle in, I’ll grab the gang and we’ll go, okay?”

Shizuka hugged him tighter and smiled. “Sounds good. Thank you, Katsuya.”

Jounouchi ruffled her hair gently. “What are big brothers for?”

#yugioh #moth writes #I may post this on AO3 eventually #pretty much all of the ships ever #katsuya jonouchi #shizuka kawai

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kazumahashimoto · 2 years

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ANYWAY i'm gonna get into this a little bit more cos i'm ACTUALLY INTERESTED IN SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS SEASON!?!??! i need to hold onto this with my life. so i made this chart to describe my thoughts somewhat

bashara and rashad i'm 100% on but ranzo and bell are more questionable and mostly just there to complete the triangle. because i think it would be cool. BUT anyway.

bashara, before switching beys anyway, is a skilled blader. he is definitely the Smart character in the group and said outright to ranzo that he was better at analyzing beys than him and he was clearly right because ranzo managed to beat bell after bashara gave him a strategy. and, despite the fact that he did literally toss spellscraper to the side the moment rashad told him to 😭, seems to have had a strong bond with it beforehand. he was really attached to it and the others were all surprised he switched beys so suddenly. we'll see if he forms a bond with balkesh or if that becomes a conflict in the future. and now while it is pretty hard to make a judgement on how Good a bey is when you only ever get to see it up against s tier bladers (😑) it seems like spellscaper just didn't have all the bells and whistles that the other beys had, making it less Evolved, i guess. so how skilled and how strong of a bond do you need to outweigh having a lesser bey?

rashad on the other hand HAS the bey. in fact, on a technical level, he has the BEST bey, valtryek. but what makes a bey the best? all rashad seems focused on is the objectivity of blading. he's studied valt's strategies, he's made a one to one copy of valtryek, he's copied his launch form, his training routine, his diet, he's done it all!!! but he's still not good enough. he's still not BETTER than valt. how skilled and how powerful do you and your bey need to be to outweigh a lack of bond?

bell and ranzo.... honestly i think ranzo is closer to fitting the bill than bell is but unfortunately for ranzo i fear he has the kiyama curse of being completely looked over at every opportunity so i'm not sure they'd actually throw him into the Important Character Arc group. bu let's discuss him nonetheless. ranzo is a kiyama, and the kiyamas have a long history of being roktavor users. not a doubt in my mind they don't have a bond that could rival valt and valtryek's. we know he's got a good bey too since he somewhat modeled his after bell's, though he still made it his own. buuuut as stated by bashara, he's not very good at coming up with a strategy. for bell, like, i think up to this point he's just chosen Not to use a strategy yknow? like it's obvious he has the Ability to, given he was able to come up with something that even had free scared for a moment, he just doesn't HAVE to and certainly doesn't WANT to most of the time. bell's favorite kind of battle is attack vs attack. he likes a game of pure strength. he wants to brute strength his way through everything. and he's been able to!!! he DID manage to make belfyre so strong he didn't NEED a strategy in most of his battles. and we KNOW he has a very deep bond with belfyre since we see them chatting ALL THE TIME and belfyre even tries to cheer him up when he gets sad. so yeah i think the both of them Kinda fit? not nearly as well as bashara and rashad do though. but the question for them is how strong does your bey and bond need to be to make up for a lack of strategy?

i'm just very curious to see if they tackle these questions at all cos this seems like a VERYYYYYY cool set up for POWER CORRUPTION ARCS LOL but also the ultimate valt Power Of Friendship and also power of Practice and Hard Work arc. i think it would be interesting<3

#haven't done a beyblade analysis in soooooooo long #beyblade #beyblade burst #longpost

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ultra-maha-us · 1 year

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Rating A Product's Carbon Footprint - Creating A Wiki For Consumer Products

Lead paint in toys, tainted dog food, factories pumping tons of carbon into the air to make Barbies, while we turn our SUV in for a Prius. Feel better now? Before you have a 60s flash back and begin to boycott Wal-Mart and begin weaving your own hemp cloths, ask yourself is this really the answer? Many of us still live in complete ignorance of how the rest of the world lives, but a growing number of us are starting to get it. We realize that just making changes that impact our household or perhaps neighborhood are just not enough. So how can you make a change on a micro level that impacts the macro world?

I believe people, whether sitting in corporate boardrooms or working in a dirty plant in some dark corner of the world, really do care, but change does not happen in a vacuum. What drives change is empowerment of consumers that forces these factories to clean up their act. Boardrooms that see profit driven my consumer demand for cleaner safer products are compelled to change more than if we all collectively whine. Let's face it, until we live in a utopian society where money is abolished; change, real change comes when there is an incentive "profit" in making a change.

I grew up with Consumer Reports and spent hours as a kid pouring over all the charts of bubble ratings. Today things are a little faster passed, consumers require instant gratification. On-line sites such as Epinions now rate products as well as allowing you to contribute your own product review virtually in real-time. What if besides knowing the quality, consumer satisfaction and performance of a product, you know the product's carbon footprint?

As an example, if you are deciding ESG Strategy on a Cleanomatic 2000 and find it equal on all counts, but a little cheaper than a Mastercleaner 2, but it's carbon footprint was more than double, this information would be valuable to you the consumer. Would you perhaps buy the more marginally expensive product, knowing that it's expense to society was smaller? Talk about feeling good about a purchase decision!

But wait a minute, just think for a moment, let's say many thousands of other consumers made a similar buying decision, would this not have an impact on the dirty producer, the one that cut corners to shave a few nickels off their price? Would this not force them clean up their act to remain competitive? Now that is micro decision having a macro impact.

So how does it work? The key is simplicity, point of purchase real time accurate information and a system that is credible. Much like the peer input that created the likes of Wikipedia, a Carbon Footprint Consumer Index (CFCI) database would be fed inputs by consumers. Inputs such as a product's country of origin, recycleability, packaging content, durability, ISO 14001 certification and resource intensity, would all be factored into a CFCI algorithm. Let's say, you are buying a product made in China opposed to one locally, it is going to take more energy to ship the same product half way across the world. A product manufactured in a greener facility in Denmark is going to have a smaller carbon footprint than the same product made in an outdated dirty factory in Michigan. Japan's overall lower green house output per capita is going to fare better when considered against products from carbon hogs such as the US and China. Remember the doll under the Christmas tree that Grandpa had to find a pair of pliers to unravel a dozen plastic twist ties, encased in paperboard and plastic? Well it's sure going to have more of carbon footprint than the same doll with far less packaging.

Consumers YOU would feed data for the algorithm that drives the CFCI. Much of this information is readily available, such as the familiar recycling triangle off the product and country of origin. The more ambitious consumers would take the time to categorizing the type of packaging material and its appropriate weight. Even the algorithm for the CFCI will be developed by users, refined and better made to reflect the complexities of a product's true carbon footprint. Different algorithms eventually would be developed for categories of products, such as perishables, durable goods and consumer electronics that have different input considerations.

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frankandbeansau · 1 year

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constellaj · 2 years

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I have a syllabus made for my character design bootcamp and will be posting exercises as I complete the tutorials! I plan to release everything in two stages- a rough cut (like this post!) and a final, professional-looking PDF-adjacent set. The final will come with an actual daily schedule and weeklong plan, but for right now all roughs will be posted as standalone exercises if you wanna try em out!

All will be tagged as “chaDes bootcamp.”

Disclaimer: as an animation nerd who loves cheap 2d animation, this syllabus is geared towards character designs that aren't inherently complicated; chief inspirations will be gravity falls, steven universe, total drama, and danny phantom, for example. It also focuses entirely on bipedal, human (or incredibly humanoid) characters. While these tips can probably be used for more detailed art styles and non-bipedal characters, they don't consider such, so you're on your own buddy. If you intend to do character design bootcamp multiple times, or are new to character design in general, consider using all bipedal characters your first time around.

Warm-up: Style Swap

Task: Pick a character with a distinct body type from one 2D animated show, and draw them in the style of a different show.

Question: What is a distinct body type?

A distinct body type is one that is unique within the context of its own show, that varies from a given template immensely. Generally, side characters have the most distinct body types, while background characters and main characters have the least distinct body types.

What to avoid

Here are some characters that do NOT have distinct body types, and therefore should NOT be used for this warm-up:

Danny Phantom. Within the context of the show, Danny's body shape and silhouette are common enough to be reused on his two closest friends, his sister, and numerous background characters; his silhouette is very generic for the universe he exists in. If you want to draw a Danny Phantom character for this warmup, consider the Lunch Lady, Skulker, or Amorpho.

Gwen, Izzy, and Bridgette from Total Drama Island. Total Drama has a habit of using similar or identical body shapes for female characters, which will give you little to work with. Better total drama candidates include Beth, Eva, or even Dakota (from roti).

Dipper and Mabel Pines from Gravity Falls. Their designs are a base from which all other designs, especially those of other kids, sprout (compare to Pacifica, Gideon, Grenda, and Candy; notice how all four designs are variations on the twins). Some of the best characters would be Manly Dan, Robbie, Fiddleford McGuckett, or Lazy Susan.

Anyone from the main cast of Equestria Girls. There is no variation whatsoever in these body types; and no, hair does not count as variation.

Additionally: Be wary when picking your characters that they aren't too distinctive so as to make them untranslatable. Steer away from:

Phineas from Phineas and Ferb. The triangle head is all well and good until it looks absurdly incorrect in any other art style.

Most characters from The Amazing World of Gumball. These characters have great potential for humanization, but because they lack distinctive human features, it's incredibly difficult to fit them to any other art style.

Some fusions from Steven Universe. Multiple limbs and facial features will clutter a design, especially on a simpler style. Again, while these designs have the potential for humanization, this warm-up isn't about redesigning, it's about style matching.

TL;DR:

Too many words? Too much to think about? Here's a simple chart you can follow for quick warm-ups. Pick one character from one show, and a separate show to match styles with.

Enough lecture. Let’s draw something.

Follow-Along

After picking a character, select a show to style-match. When style-matching, keep in mind the style context in which the original characters exist, and how that style context changes between shows.

For example: Let's take Manly Dan from Gravity Falls and draw him as if he were a background human in Steven Universe.

Our first instinct might be to take the buffest main character we know of, Jasper, and draw Dan with her exact body type.

However, Dan exists in a world where other buff characters exist; Stan Pines, for example, is in-universe relatively muscular and large. We should set our baseline for buff characters to Stan.

Knowing this, we can probably use Jasper as a standin for Stan's level of buffness; after all, there are some characters who are physically larger than Jasper in the show.

All together, we know now that we should draw Dan as larger and with broader shoulders than Jasper, because he is stronger within his own style context than Jasper is in hers.

Summary and Review

This warmup should teach you to pay attention to style rules and silhouettes. At the same time, it should give you a larger palette to work with-- every different face shape, nose, torso block and eye shape is a new tool to add to your character design toolkit, that you can use later in any of your own designs.

Don’t spend longer than 30 minutes on a single sketch, especially if you’re frustrated.

Pay close attention to what you’re doing, and think about every shape.

Remember that good design and good illustration are not necessarily the same thing.

Godspeed.

#chaDes bootcamp #tutorial #character design #wheee this is messy if you read all the way thru it lemme know and let me know what should be changed #while i respect that captioned images are super important... if you use a screen reader i dont think you have a use for art tutorials #at least not hand drawn 2d digital ones #ALSO IF YOU DO ANY OF THE EXERCISES I POST... SHOW ME #I WANNAN SEE #anyway this is something that i really really wish wehad done in my college class #bc we sort of walked away ill equipped to handle specific styles and with very few ideas of the vast possibilities #in human character design

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jmblyajones · 3 years

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EAGLES 🤝 OTH

LETS DISCUSS!

Since 3x4 I’ve been wanting to do this post for a while. I want to preface this by saying that Eagles is its own agency but knowing that the creator is an OTH fan, I thought this would be fun!

Felicia: I thought she most reps Brooke because of their similar outgoing personalities. She is popular and she is definitely open to different things. Also, Felicia comes with the smoke just like Brooke. They are literally just as confrontational. In 3x4 we found out that Felicia feels a little lost with her life. She doesn’t really have a specific direction. Yes, Brooke made fashion her path but she also stated how she felt not worthy and good enough. I could definitely see this with Felicia - her coming from a family where all the focus was on Elias and his hockey career. It’s interesting because you see how both girls are also confident in other ways as well. Felicia is definitely open about being sex positive like Brooke and have confidence when it comes to men like in 1x2. Now a big thing is us not knowing more of Felicia away from boys, almost as if her identity is tied to them like Brooke’s was in a way in the beginning. I mean right out the gate, s1, Felicia purposely pursued Ludde to be petty and rebel against her father.

Elias: This comparison makes me excited because I get to really dive in. Elias mirrors Nathan in many ways. He is very one track minded with his sport, hockey. It’s all about hockey and wanting to go pro and join leagues that will help him achieve that. We see that with Nathan’s whole journey before he went pro, basketball was his whole life. Mats, Elias’s father has been hardcore training him most likely since birth, like Dan and Nathan. S1 Mats was a terror to Elias and an absolutely hardass. Remember that scene when Adam hurt Elias’s wrist on the ice and Mats said something to the affect of Elias needing to be able to take a hit? In many ways, Dan is 10x worse but Mats definitely had many Dan moments. Let’s not forget, Dan and Mats were both high profile sports players as well. With Mats being a huge name in hockey, there is that pressure for Elias to be as good if not better. Also, Elias is a big name himself. We see this s1 when they come back to Sweden and the Eagles talk nonstop about his performances on ice. Both Nathan and Elias had a period of time where they were womanizers too. Elias can be very cocky as well lol. Season 3, Elias is excited to come back knowing the Eagles were in the gutter. He kept saying that since he’s going to be there, they will do well with him as if he will be the one to make the team great again lol. And we know how self centered Nathan was in the beginning seasons especially when it came to basketball.

Amie: We’ve know since the beginning that music is Amie’s passion. S1 she auditions to be apart of one of the school’s hottest bands. Haley is also known for being a musician. Coincidentally (not really) both ladies went on their own headlining tours, Haley s2 and Amie s3. Even crazier, they both have their own “Chris Keller” 🥴. Haley believes there is good in everyone and the beginning evidence of that was her continuing to tutor Nathan despite his conflict with Lucas and later through the series how she was one of the first to sympathize with Dan. With Amie, 3x4, she tells Elias that not one person is just good or just bad but both, somewhat in defense of their town’s mean girl Klara. I would just like to note too that both ladies also had some naïveté about them. With Amie, this is more shown when she first started hanging out with Felicia. And with Haley, you could see it when she was around Nathan or Brooke.

Ludde: Lucas and Ludvig’s comparison is both what we’ve seen and my predictions for Ludvig’s future. In the first season we see Ludde with his posse just like Lucas with his. Both their friend groups are involved in the sports they play in some way or fashion. Both guys have been playing their sports, basketball and hockey, their whole life. 2x5, Ludde got seriously injured to the point where currently, it is up in the air if he will even get close physically to where he was before his accident. In s2 of OTH Lucas finds out he has HCM. He has to take meds that will help his heart but in turn it purposely slows down his physical performance. Both Lucas and Ludde work(ed) to get back to their peak physical condition and struggle(d) tremendously. Another thing they have in common is big interest outside of sports. In s2 of Eagles we see Ludde telling Amie about his music passions. He wants to write songs and even co-wrote a song with Amie that hit the charts in Sweden. S3 we learn that Ludde applied to a music school in London too. In OTH we learn that Lucas decides to become an author even coming out with a book as an adult. Pairing that, as an adult, Haley became an english teacher. I bring that put to parallel Haley and Lucas being into english/writing and Ludde and Amie being into music. Now, it is my prediction that Ludde won’t be in hockey for much longer or he wouldn’t pursue going pro in hockey and instead, pursue the music field.

Klara: I know this may seem like shade but it is not intentional. I don’t know who I could place her as, meaning she is kind of her own. I could say Peyton but the only thing I see them having in common is tragedy. You could say Brooke but Brooke’s whole personality, Klara would shit on. You see that s1 with how Klara treated Felicia. If y’all figure it out i’ll definitely update this!!

* I just want to note that when you look at how the Eagles characters interact with each other too and compare that to how OTH characters interact, they fall even more in to place in some cases. There are also some instances where plots are reversed as well:

- Elias joins the Eagles vs Lucas joining the Ravens

- The Ludde, Felicia and Amie triangle similar to Brooke, Lucas and Peyton

I definitely want to hear y’all’s thoughts and opinions on this!!

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staynoonaz9290 · 3 years

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Temptation - S1 (Ch. 1)

Where Maddie and Lila are the managers for the idol group Stray Kids with a twist - all eight members are sexy, dangerous Incubi

Group: Stray Kids

Pairing: Each SKZ Member/Fem! Reader (Third Person-Lila and Maddie)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Sexual Content (a LOT of sexual content-please don't read if this makes you uncomfortable), Sex with multiple members (at separate times), Sex-to-survive (Incubi/Succubi), Desperation, Oral Sex (M-Given/F-Given), Language, Supernatural Love, Excessive Drinking, Crack Fic, Age Difference, Slight OOC, Slight Angst, Slight Love Triangle

Word Count: 2,613

Main Masterlist | Stray Kids Masterlist

COMPLETE

Intro Part 4 | 1 | 2

Lila glanced at her reflection in the mirror, running a brush through her tangly hair as Maddie stood beside her at the other sink, brushing her teeth vigorously.

“Okay-” her voice was slightly muffled as she held a tablet with her freehand, reading the schedule out loud. “Looks like we’ve got a promotional performance coming up tomorrow for Back Door… Oh wow, okay, their first performance where we’re in charge...”

She glanced up, looking a little scared as the toothbrush hung limply from her mouth.

“Are you nervous?”

Lila met her eyes in the mirror, setting her brush down.

“Kind of,” she admitted, watching Maddie put the tablet to the side to rinse out her mouth. “I mean, Bam did warn us the guys were going to need the most energy for performances…”

“Yeah,” Maddie agreed, standing up straight again and dropping her toothbrush into a plastic cup off to the side. “But we’ve got a nice rhythm going now, right? Should be okay…”

She sounded like she was trying to reassure herself as much as Lila.

It had been a little over two weeks since Lila had moved in with Maddie to the mansion, and together they’d started their new lives as “K-pop Idol Managers”.

At first, it had been a trainwreck- keeping track of everyone’s individual schedules, plus remembering to do feeding checks, making sure there was also actual food, then adjusting to each incubus’ personality- and Maddie had told Lila on many occasions she thought they’d bitten off a little more than they could chew.

But then, things had just… gotten better.

Feeding checks once a day became habitual, they kept up with the groceries, individual schedules became repetitive, making them easier to navigate, and it was just like Maddie had said.

The two of them had developed a rhythm.

As Bam had explained the day they were hired, Stray Kids had released a new album just seven days ago- IN- and this would be their first week handling promotions for the group, where all eight incubi would need ample energy to perform their best.

“I mean, Hyunjin feeds himself, right?” Lila asked, Maddie immediately scowling at his name.

“Yeah, too much,” the older replied grumpily, pushing some quick product through her wavy hair. “He doesn’t even tell me either, like the other guys do most of the time. He just disappears and comes back with like, seven contracts-”

“Yeah, Minho’s the same way,” Lila nodded sympathetically, although Minho didn’t bring that many; he didn’t have as many feeding sessions as she’d thought a level three would.

“I mean, I guess that makes it easier?” Maddie said with a shrug, leaning against the sink counter just as Lila did the same.

“And Seungmin’s really responsible,” Lila added. “You don’t really have to worry about him. And Changbin…”

She trailed off, the two girls locking eyes and laughing together.

“Yeah,” Maddie said with a shake of her head. “I’ll be double checking on him for sure.”

Then her smile faded as she looked nervous all over again, picking up her folder of feeding charts she’d had resting beside the sink.

“And Jeongin-” she said quickly, sounding a little stressed. “Gotta make sure he’s good- He’s fed recently, right?”

She was more talking to herself than Lila, and she couldn’t help but giggle.

Maddie was always very worried about Jeongin feeding enough; Lila suspected she was terrified of the day she’d have to be there for his emergency back-up, but she couldn’t say she blamed her.

“Ah, yeah, I think he’s good,” Maddie’s eyes were darting from the chart with a sigh of relief. “He actually feeds a lot for being so young, almost as much as Hyunjin-”

She glanced at Lila.

“Are you worried about anyone at all?”

The younger thought of her group, going through the names in her head.

Chan- her stomach flipped a little- had been right about what he’d told her; she really didn’t need to worry about him at all. Minho was just as independent as he’d promised too, and Felix ate the least, but was always responsible about it; the only one she ever worried about was-

“Well,” Lila scoffed a little, grinning at her. “I have Han… But that’s just because-”

“Yeah,” she giggled. “He’s Han.”

Maddie glanced back at her tablet, eyes widening as she scrolled down the schedule.

“Whoa, we’re going to America next week?” she asked loudly, looking up at Lila in surprise. “For an interview and a small performance, wow, look at them!”

“That’s pretty huge for a rookie group!” Lila exclaimed, feeling excited for the guys and scooting closer to look over Maddie’s shoulder. “Who’s it w-?”

There was a sudden knock on the door, a playful three raps on the wood that told her exactly who it was before she even answered.

“Come in,” Lila called, sounding somewhat annoyed, Maddie scoffing playfully beside her.

The knob twisted instantly, door opening with a flourish as Han came strutting in, grinning charmingly at both of them with a stack of papers in his hands.

“Hello ladies,” he said happily. “Just wondering if I’m good to hand in my contracts now, since I’ll be collecting more later tonight.”

Han didn’t wait for an answer, holding out the papers for Lila to take, his eyes flicking so quickly up and down her body she almost didn’t see it.

“Thanks,” Lila took the contracts as Maddie watched with her lips pressed together, clearly trying not to laugh. “Yeah, I’ll take them.”.

As soon as she grabbed the three papers, Han’s eyes were darting to Lila’s feeding chart sitting on the sink.

“Can I?”

He was smiling mischievously again, reaching towards Maddie and gently pulling a pen from where she had it tucked behind her ear.

“Yeah sure,” Maddie replied sarcastically, but Lila saw her swallow a little, as if the man had affected more than she wanted to let on. “Go ahead, take it-”

Han ignored her, glancing at Lila before making three more tally marks beside his name on the chart and clicking the pen closed, leaning against the counter.

“Thought I’d save you the trouble,” he grinned so flirtily at Lila it was almost disarming as he handed the pen to Maddie without looking at her. “I know you’re keeping tabs on me.”

Han winked playfully, looking her up and down once more before turning on his heel quickly and leaving the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Maddie burst out laughing as Lila shook her head, giggling a little under her breath.

“It’s my job to keep tabs on everyone!” she called through the door although she was sure Han was already long gone.

“You know, sometimes I’m jealous of your group and all the awesome, laid-back people you got, and then I remember you have Han,” Maddie said teasingly, tucking the pen behind her ear once more.

“Well at least I don’t have the twenty year old level three,” Lila shot back.

“Ugh.”

Her best friend groaned in annoyance, grabbing their feeding charts and handing one to Lila.

“Believe me… I know.”

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Lila was curled on the loveseat in the living room, Maddie sitting beside her as a movie played on the TV.

“I can’t believe you picked Twilight for our movie,” Maddie teased Changbin, the man piled up with the rest of the guys on the large, leather sofa.

“You wanted a comedy,” he replied indignantly, pointing to the screen.

“It’s not a comedy,” Maddie giggled, reaching into the bowl of popcorn Jeongin was passing her way, smiling thankfully at him. “It’s a romance-”

“This is not romance,” Han snorted, taking a bite of a large chocolate chip cookie. “This is obsession-”

Lila laughed at the exchange, glancing up from the puzzle game on her phone and jumping a little when she saw Chan looking right at her. He seemed almost surprised she’d caught him, eyes lingering on hers for only half a second before he was staring at the TV once more, the small upturn of his lips making Lila’s heart skip a beat.

“And it’s definitely a comedy,” Seungmin was sitting on the floor, leaned against Hyunjin’s legs as he spoke. “Have you seen the way Edward looks every time he’s near Bella?”

Everyone in the room giggled, including Maddie and Lila, and Han popped the last of his cookie in his mouth before speaking.

“He looks constipated,” he said with his cheeks full, voice muffled, all of them laughing together again.

Early into their first week with the guys, Chan had suggested to Maddie and Lila they have regularly scheduled movie nights so they could all get to know one another a little better. The girls had quickly agreed, eager to break past the awkward getting-to-know-you phase, and the results had been nothing but positive.

It was true, what Bam had said- she and Maddie’s personalities did mesh well with all the guys- and it hadn’t taken long for them all to become friends, even if they were still getting to know one another. Most of the incubi were outgoing or friendly, and there were only a few- like Hyunjin and Minho- who remained a bit distant from Lila and Maddie.

Felix came out from the kitchen, still wearing a flour-covered apron as he smiled around at everyone.

“Did you guys like the cookies?” he asked, glancing at the empty plate on the coffee table.

“Yeah!” Han- who’d eaten at least four- exclaimed loudly, sitting straighter in his seat.

“They were so good,” Seungmin was nodding, beaming up at the man.

“Seriously amazing,” Chan added, pointing at Felix with a bright smile. “You’re awesome.”

“Aw,” Felix looked shy, eyes darting to the empty plate again before he was reaching into his apron pocket, pulling out one last cookie. “I’ve got an extra; I was going to taste test, but-”

“Oh!” Maddie, Changbin and Jeongin all said at the same time, staring at the cookie as if it was made of gold.

Felix chuckled before moving closer to the couch and Lila could see his face a little more clearly, spotting prominent, dark circles beneath his eyes.

She stared for a moment as the man hesitated in the corner where the two couches met, Jeongin on the end of his, Maddie on the end of theirs, and Changbin now sitting in between them, having jumped up from the sofa in his excitement.

“I’m sorry,” Felix said guiltily, laughing again before handing the cookie straight to Jeongin. “He’s the youngest, and he’s so adorable-”

His smile was still the same- bright and sunshiny as usual as he looked at Jeongin- but there was something about Felix’s skin Lila couldn’t help noticing; something off, like it was duller than usual.

“Dang,” Maddie muttered, giggling a little as she watched Jeongin eye the cookie excitedly. “You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

“I’m cute!” Changbin exclaimed in a higher voice than usual, staring up at Felix. “You should’ve saved one for me.”

Felix held his hands up in surrender, still chuckling.

“It was supposed to be mine-”

“You think I’m cute?”

Lila tore her eyes from Felix for a moment, watching Jeongin smile innocently- though there was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes- at Maddie, who was giggling with a shrug of her shoulders.

“I mean, yeah-” she was trying to be nonchalant, but Lila could see right through her. “-doesn’t everyone?”

Jeongin laughed softly, looking almost shy for a moment before his eyes were darting to the cookie, breaking it in half and handing her a piece.

“Thanks,” he said simply.

She took it quietly, and Lila watched Maddie smile.

“No, thank you-”

“Oh, come on,” Changbin grumbled, having looked away from Felix to watch the exchange. “I’ve known you longer.”

“Next time, I’ll make extra,” Felix said.

Lila was inspecting the man again, and while he had an amused expression on his face, dusting crumbs off his hands, she also couldn’t deny that something seemed…

Weird.

“I’ve got cookie dough,” he said to Changbin, grinning a little. “Want it before I clean up?”

The older hopped up quickly, throwing an arm around Felix’s shoulder.

“This is why you’re my favorite.”

Lila watched them go, both disappearing into the kitchen before she heard the sink turn on, a muffled clanging as they started gathering dishes.

Maybe I’m just being paranoid

She pulled her eyes from the kitchen, glancing around the living room as it seemed a calm had settled in the room for a moment, everyone either on their phones or watching the movie. She went back to her puzzle game, wondering if she was just nervous about tomorrow; this was her and Maddie’s first time being managers during a promotional performance. Everything up to this point had been small things like dance practices and recording at the JYP building, but this was the real deal.

They had all worked really hard on this album.

Several minutes passed, Changbin’s singing and Felix’s low rumbling laughs carrying into the living room as they cleaned the kitchen, the rest of the group continuing to watch the movie. Most of the incubi had fed enough for the performance tomorrow while others had a couple scheduled for tonight, which Maddie and Lila would be in charge of supervising.

Lila heard the water shut off in the kitchen, Changbin walking out first and sitting on the floor against Han’s legs, looking up at the man.

“What’d I miss?” he asked, making the younger laugh.

Felix followed behind him, running a hand through his hair before waving at all of them, smiling a little.

“Well, I’m going to bed,” he said, sounding pretty tired, his arm dropping to his side. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

Lila eyed him again- did he look a little more exhausted than when she’d seen him thirty minutes ago?

“Okay, don’t forget, early wake up tomorrow,” she told him, the man turning to look at her. “Seven am; we’ve got a long day.”

Felix nodded, eyes lingering on hers for a moment, and Lila’s throat tightened a little when she saw purple replace his dark brown irises for only a second before he was shaking his head.

“Right,” he said quickly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ll be up, I promise.”

Did I imagine that?

He seemed normal enough, albeit a little eager to go to bed, and Lila blamed it- once again- on her worry about their performance, watching him leave and head towards the stairs.

They’re gonna be fine

There was a sudden knock on the front door, making almost everyone in the room jump as they all looked over their shoulders. Hyunjin however, looking completely unperturbed, smiling slightly as he stood smoothly from the sofa.

Maddie watched, eyebrows furrowed as she looked between him and the door.

“See you guys tomorrow,” he said with a wave.

“Wait-”

Maddie stood up, but Hyunjin was still walking slowly out of the room, ignoring her.

“What about the-”

He finally stopped, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bright blue jello shot, giving her a one-sided grin over his shoulder. He was so handsome it was almost hard to look at him, and it seemed Maddie was thinking the same thing, not speaking quick enough before Hyunjin was stuffing the serum back into his pocket, turning around and walking towards the door once more.

“What the hell-” she finally muttered, collapsing back onto the cushions.

She looked rather flustered, running a quick hand through her hair and staring unseeingly at the TV, but Lila couldn’t say she blamed her.

Despite how pompous and annoying Hyunjin was...

Holy gorgeous.

To Be Continued...

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in the grand scheme of things [ 2 ]

pairings : zeke jaeger / reader, referenced eren / reader

word count : 6.2k

tags : unhealthy relationships, relationship discussions, implied cheating, drinking, break ups, eventual smut, praise kink, mutual infidelity, dubious morality, love triangles

warnings : contains nsfw, rlly toxic behavior

summary : you and eren hadn't been doing the best these past few months, and no one that you knew seemed to have any answers for you, or pointers in the right direction. who better to offer you some sound, insightful relationship advice than his older brother. or so you thought.

— originally posted 1 / 25 / 21 on ao3 —

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you were already halfway back to campus before you noticed your phone was missing.

you'd completely forgotten about your desire to message sasha after you stepped out of the shower, taking a good, long look at your naked body in the steamed mirror. starting from your shoulder and ending around your sternum, your skin was scattered with deep marks that you were sure would be printed onto your skin for the rest of the week, maybe even some of the next, seeing as the worst of them were accompanied by the faint bordering of teeth. you wanted to be embarrassed, ashamed, anything that showed the slightest bit of maturity on your end, but you couldn't deny the feeling like you'd gotten a weight off your chest, like you'd reclaimed your emotional freedom by getting the chance to cry it out—and get it fucked out of you, too.

the only concern you held was whether eren would ever know. zeke didn't seem like the type to kiss and tell, he was laidback and easy-going enough to let you come in his home, drown away your sorrows in his alcohol, rightfully take your side despite your weak, albeit still there, insistence for him to take the middle ground and not feel angered on your behalf. plus, you didn't really know how to broach the topic of "can you please refrain from mentioning to your younger brother that you fucked me" without completely embarrassing yourself, but your dirty little secret felt safe with him.

you didn't know exactly how you'd make it up to him, you'd have to figure out some way that was feasible for a broke college student such as yourself. although, he was making it incredibly difficult to chart this incident off as a one and done sort of endeavor when you exited the bathroom just to find your clothes, cleaned and freshly dried, neatly folded on the bed, and the ibuprofen you'd requested with a glass of water waiting for you on the adjacent nightstand. zeke was being nice—a little too nice—but you couldn't help but feel your heart skip at his apparent concern. perhaps it was because you'd been emotionally neglected for a while, or maybe it was because zeke was an impossibly attractive older man who you wouldn't think would ever give you the time of day, or maybe a combination of both.

whatever it was, you allowed that stupid, giddy smile to stay on your lips as you tugged on your clothes, gulping down the two pills, mouth uncomfortably dry until you'd finished off the entire glass in one go. you chatted with him over your plate of eggs, noting that he'd changed out his sweatpants for a much smarter pair of dark trousers, white button up ironed and pristine, brown corduroy coat in one hand and mug of coffee in the other. you quickly finished up, noting the way he kept checking the expensive looking silver watch that fit perfectly over his wrist, accentuating the fine contour of his large hands.

you couldn't say that you were thrilled by the butterflies still fluttering about in your stomach, not at all made any better when he'd once again made an attentive offer to you. "it's kinda chilly out, the jacket you brought isn't really all that suited for the weather today.. wanna borrow one of mine?"

and so you left that morning wrapped up in a leather bomber jacket that was a size or two too big, having to stop yourself from breathing in the wonderful scent of his cologne still lingering on the collar as he walked you out of his apartment, so distracted that you hadn't even bothered to check if you had all your belongings in your purse until something reminded you of your desire to message your roommate.

you'd been driving past one of the shopping plazas you frequented when you had enough time—and money—to spare, catching sight of the many drive-thru restaurants open and quickly thinking of sasha. you owed her a bit of an apology for ditching out on her last night, especially after you'd assured her you would be back in time to watch the new episode of her favorite show when it premiered, but when you'd dug your hand into your purse to reach for your phone, you came up empty.

"fuck." you muttered to yourself, turning into one of her favorite restaurants anyways to get her something.

you didn't exactly have any phone numbers memorized aside from your mother's, you didn't really think anybody did these days, and it wasn't like you could go back and wait the entire day for him to get home. so you settled on roughing it until then, hoping that it'd just fallen out onto the floor of his apartment rather than in the parking lot of his complex where it could be stepped on, run over, stolen—any myriad of things that would assure your phone-less-ness for an irritatingly long time.

by the time you made it back to campus and up to your dorm, sasha was already awake enough to immediately pounce you at the site of the paper bag in your hand, nearly crying with gratitude as she unwrapped her double-patty burger, with extra cheese, as you'd remembered her emphasizing the first time you'd watched her place her order, and two large fries on the side.

"an' yuu ev'n rem'ber'd muh ord'r!!" she spoke around large bites, practically halfway done with it before she properly swallowed. you'd never met a girl who could eat like sasha could eat.

"it was the least i could do after completely ditching out last night." you said as you settled down on your bed with a sigh, shedding zeke's jacket.

"don't sweat it, i invited meeks over so i wasn't completely alone." she assured, then froze, glancing nervously at you like she expected you to be angry.

you weren't entirely thrilled with the fact that your roommate happened to become great friends with mikasa, but it wasn't your place to tell her to stop hanging out with her for the sake of some stupid rivalry over the boy. although, the situation had changed. she'd technically "won" at the end of the day, if she considered such foul play as a win, so you guessed that there really wasn't anymore reasons for tense silences and unnecessarily aggressive glares to be exchanged any longer.

"i'm glad you had fun last night," your smile seemed to ease sasha as she bit into a handful of fries, "even if i couldn't make it."

"so what happened? you went over to talk with one of eren's other friends right?"

you'd told sasha you'd been going over to see someone who knew eren, not exactly bringing in the detail that the said individual was his brother, but it was technically true. the blurry memory of last night flashed through your head, his lazy grins, full lips kissing and nipping over your skin, fingers and cock spreading you open so perfectly for him—

"i-it was nothing..! just got kind of carried away drinking, and he was nice enough to let me crash on the couch for the night."

oh, he let you do something on his couch alright. you hoped your face wasn't incriminating you as her gaze flickered down to the jacket.

"let you borrow his jacket too?" you nodded a bit too quickly, earning a crooked, teasing smile from the girl. "anyways.. what's the consensus? figure out anything new?"

that his best friend you hung out with last night and him cheated on me. "just talked about basic stuff, nothing's really set in stone yet, still mulling it over."

she nodded, already done with her burger and working through the first carton of fries. "did you have your phone on silent? i was worried you got kidnapped or something."

you chuckled through your nose, wandering over to your dresser as you began to unbutton your blouse, jerking to a pause when you remembered the very damning evidence of your own infidelity last night. "don't laugh, ok? i had my phone on silent, we ate dinner and drank, then i passed out, and i guess it fell out of my purse or something, because it wasn't in there when i went to text you if you wanted anything to eat."

"and you still got me something.. you're an angel." you rolled your eyes at sasha's wide, adoring gaze, laughing at the fact that the food took priority over your missing phone, "do you remember the guy's number..?" she wracked her brain for a moment before smacking around her mattress, tapping into her phone, "oh! i got it! he's one of eren's friends, right? if that's the case, mikasa'll have his number for sure."

you felt your back stiffen up, biting at the inside of your lip as you floundered for an excuse. "o-oh no, i wouldn't wanna bother her.. you know we're not on great terms, what happens if she asks why you need his number?" sasha's disgruntled frown encouraged you. "if she hears that you're only getting it for me, she probably won't give it to you."

"come on, she's not that bad." you shot her a look as you pulled a set of clean clothes out of your dresser drawers, opting to change in the closet, "alright fine... maybe she is that bad sometimes. but it's not like you killed her dog or something, and plus you're, like, her best friend's girlfriend-"

"for now." you interrupted, shutting the door and putting a barrier between you and your roommate's prying eyes, "and we barely even act like a couple anymore."

"for now." sasha repeated mockingly, mouth obviously full of fries, "but anyways, i'm sure she'll do this teeny favor for you—especially if i'm asking—so c'mon, give me a name!"

you tugged the long-sleeved sweatshirt over your head, checking yourself on the mirror hanging onto the back of the door to make sure you were entirely covered. "no, sasha. she already doesn't like me enough as it is, no need for us to interact and antagonize each other even more."

you walked out after pulling on your pair of athletic shorts, loose and comfortable around your slightly sore legs, laughing softly when she stuck her tongue out at you. "fine. be like that. keep secrets from your best friend in the whole wide world."

"ha-ha." you enunciated wryly, sitting back down onto your mattress and pulling your laptop from beneath your pillow. clicking through your itinerary for the coming weeks, you internally groaned. ironic how being a psych major could make you need a psychologist yourself.

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your password had been woefully easy to guess.

he'd tried the classic 1-2-3-4, almost thankful when the text at the top of the screen prompted him to enter a different combination, but a slight disappointment came when he tried your birthday and the phone opened without a problem. he'd at least expected to get locked out for a minute or two, but there he was, scrolling with free reign through your inordinate amount of apps at his seat.

he had plenty of time to laze around, seeing as the library didn't have many patrons at the moment, plus the elevated desk concealed the fact that he wasn't truly doing anything from the average passer-by. the sense of power he felt almost made him smile. these days, everybody had everything on their phones, and it made him wonder what secrets you could be hiding in this little device of yours. it was a few generations behind, not that he expected the latest and greatest from a college freshman, but still mostly intact with a obviously aged case, a few dents here, a scratch in the metal there, small cracks webbing from the corners of the screen protector, but all and all it functioned perfectly fine.

he was tempted to snoop further—maybe scroll through your contacts list to see if you had any mutuals he didn't know about, check to see if you actually cleared your browser history or just left out all your dirty laundry for anyone who tapped into your search engine to find—but he maintained some semblance of self-control, opening up your messages app and checking to see what his brother had said.

eren <3 10:53 am hey babe where are you right now

you missed a call from eren <3 (2)

eren <3 10:57 am i know we haven't gotten a chance to talk lately but please pick up

you missed a call from eren <3

eren <3 10:58 am youre making me nervous pick up

you missed a call from eren <3 (3)

zeke couldn't help but chuckle at his younger brother's emotional incompetence. your last message had been days ago, and from scrolling back in the texts he could see how you were attempting to initiate a majority of the conversation, and the sparse replies here and there from eren were nothing short of pathetically uninterested.

zeke pitied you—the desperate, doting, undeniably adorable college girl who wanted nothing more than to make eren happy—his brother didn't deserve such devotion. even if he wasn't truly sure if eren had really cheated on you, what he was sure about was the fact that this relationship was entirely weighed against your favor.

eren <3 11:03 am fuck i know i fucked up but i didntnfucking deserve that please tell me that wasnt you fuck please fuckign pick up i love you

you missed a call from eren <3 (4)

eren <3 11:08 am did you seriously fucking shut your phone off what the fcuk

eren <3 11:10 am you know what me and armin are coming back next week we'll talk then.

that's right, he'd gone out of the country with that scrawny little blonde kid that always flinched when zeke intruded on eren's hangouts, probably on his dad's dime too. zeke scoffed to himself, shaking his head as he tapped through your text conversation, quickly finding the "delete messages?" prompt and selecting all evidence of eren's one-sided correspondence, tapping the bright red "delete all" button at the bottom of the screen, and finally blocking his number just for good measure. all your old chats were still there, and he was sure that you'd gotten used to eren not messaging anyways, meaning he wouldn't have to worry about him reaching out to you for the time being.

slipping your phone back into his pocket with a sigh, he could feel that warm, smug feeling bubbling up in his chest. he knew he was only postponing the inevitable, that you'd find out the whole, horrible truth eventually, but it was almost fun to dance around the consequences like he was doing so right now. you were fun to play with, unassuming and prim one moment and brazenly shameless the next. there were layers to you, hidden bits that he was sure that he could coax you into revealing to him, slowly but surely bare your raw, unconcealed essence.

his thoughts were interrupted by someone at the counter, a girl who looked about your age with a shirt that was far too low for the way she was leaning toward him, pushing forward her library card with a single dainty finger and setting down a small stack of books. and somehow, he was thinking about you again as he flashed a charming smile that had convinced many other women before into getting a library card of their own.

that was the difference between you and everyone else, you didn't throw yourself at him, you didn't so blatantly vie for his attention, but instead silently appealed for it with your shy glances, small shifts in your posture when he drew near, and all those pretty little sounds that he could earn with a few gentle touches in just the right place. he could feel himself stirring in his pants just thinking about last night, glad that he'd made such a good first impression on you as he swiped the girl's card and scanned her books under the sensor next to the computer.

"all set for the next two weeks." he offered a small grin, passing back her things.

"thank you," she paused, making a show of dragging her eyes down from his face to the name tag pinned over his bicep, "zeke. i'll see you then."

she bit her lip as she stepped away from the counter, sauntering away towards the door with an obvious excitement. easier girls always held a place in zeke's heart, but there was nothing like the thrill of the chase that he found in you.

he heard the quiet swoosh of the automatic doors sliding open, glancing over absentmindedly to check out the newest patron. but he felt himself perk up in his seat at the sight of you, large canvas book bag hanging off your shoulder and, much to zeke's delight, still wearing his jacket. it took you a moment to notice him, but the change in your features enthralled him nonetheless, going from bored and almost tired-looking to surprised, then flustered as you froze, wide eyes trained on him. he chuckled to himself, nodding his head at you, almost beckoning you to come, and the self-satisfied smirk that drew across his lips was impossible to contain when you actually began your quick advance up to the counter.

"z-zeke, hi. i didn't know you worked here.."

"and i didn't know you came here." he rolled his chair closer, "i thought i would've seen you around by now."

"i usually go to the library on campus, but," the way you peered around, almost looking nervous to gaze directly at him, was strangely endearing to zeke, "i was just kinda looking for a change of scenery."

"fair enough." he said, remembering the weight of your phone in his pocket, "oh yeah, i'm glad you're here. my roommate called me earlier, said he found your phone on the floor back at the apartment."

you leaned forward at the mention of your phone—the complete lie he'd come up with just now—lips parted in surprise. it looked a lot like the expression he'd envisioned when he had his arms around you last night, pressing teasing kisses over your warm skin, but zeke held off on that thought for the moment.

"ah, i almost forgot about that..! well i'm glad it was that rather than it getting stolen or something.."

he checked his watch, very cognizant of your expectant gaze falling onto him the second he took his eyes off you. "i get off for lunch in about half an hour, if it's not too much trouble we can swing by my place, then i can bring you back here, maybe get you some lunch?"

you flushed brilliantly at that, barely containing your almost giddy smile as you nodded. "yeah thanks, that'd be really great actually! but you don't have to worry about getting me lunch.. i already owe you for dinner last night."

just dinner?, he thought, internally smirking, but he kept it to himself. "don't worry your pretty little head about it," your flustered reactions were addictive, "just go have a seat over in the working area and i'll come find you after i clock out."

you nodded, offering another small "thank you" before you obediently turned to traverse the scattered expanse of tables on the library floor and find yourself a spot to sit. the next thirty minutes felt unnecessarily long for zeke. he'd answered a few phone calls, worked through recording the stack of books he'd recovered from the "returned" box when he clocked in for his shift, but ended up giving into the temptation of shelving them himself instead of handing them off to the page to sneak a glance at you.

you'd settled at a long table nestled between the large shelves, entirely alone aside from another college student that zeke recognized from the frequency of his visits, but the modest amount of seats separating you let him know that you were strangers. you didn't seem to notice him when he drifted by, headphones in, entirely focused on your open laptop in front of you, jacket now zipped up halfway. he'd forgotten how cold the library was, mostly used to it after having worked there for nearly a year, not lingering in the aisle for too long before he finished up putting away the last of the books remaining in his arms and returning to the front.

"willy, i'm clocking out for lunch, can you watch the desk?" he called out when he caught the man emerging from the back.

"yeah, yeah, i've got you. but actually come back on time, alright?" he said, tying up his long blonde hair into a messy ponytail, "magath got on my ass last time i covered for you when you were late."

"can i make it up to you with some coffee?" zeke offered, grinning when his coworker grunted affirmatively, "text me your order, i'll get it to you on my way back."

and with that, he logged out of his account on the work desktop and left the chair for willy to sit in, wandering back out onto the floor to circle back around to where you were sitting.

he alerted you of his presence with a hand on your shoulder, smiling down at you. "ready to go?"

you nodded, quickly packing your things away into your bag and following him out of the library doors to his car. he opened the passenger door for you just to see that cute smile that always seem to draw across your lips when he did something you liked, slipping into the drivers' seat and syncing his phone to the car before he pulled out of the parking lot.

"the smiths, huh?" you mused from beside him as "heaven knows i'm miserable now" played across the radio's screen.

"you still listen to them?" he asked, remembering when he'd seen you in his parents' kitchen in their merchandise.

"sometimes." you replied, fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

"a little cold to be wearing a skirt, don't you think?"

"what? it's cute, isn't it?" you protested, prompting him to reach over the console with one hand to give the exposed skin of your thigh a few affectionate pats as he laughed softly.

"it is cute."

you fell quiet after that, obviously pleased with his attention but clamming up with that endearing introversion once again. he was content with watching you nod along to his playlist, smiling to yourself when something you recognized came up in the queue. the ride to his complex was short, and the walk up the staircase was silent, but he could feel your eyes lingering over him as you followed behind him, just as they had flickered over to glance at him when you thought he was focused on the road ahead. something about those tiny looks, shy smiles, the face of someone sheepish yet eager to please, it set zeke on fire.

he knew that he shouldn't be bringing you back to the apartment again, but he also knew that he had just about an hour to kill, and reiner was occupied with his own job and away once again, and you really did look great in that skirt and his jacket—

"give me a sec, i'm pretty sure my roommate put it in his room," zeke said, nodding over to the short hall across from the kitchen, knowing he couldn't just pull your phone out of your pocket right here and give it to you, "feel free to check the fridge if you're thirsty or something."

you gave an affirmative hum, wandering toward the kitchen as he turned to enter reiner's room. he was sure that his friend would throw a fit if he figured out he was in his room without his permission, seeing as he was such a stickler for personal privacy, but he wouldn't have to know, zeke was good a keeping secrets. or at least that's what he liked to tell himself, that he was good at lying and sneaking around and pretending like he wasn't bothered by things that made his blood boil, eren being a prime example of such a thing. nineteen years, and somehow in all that time he'd never matured past the age of twelve.

zeke rolled his eyes at the thought, pulling your phone out and wiping away his finger prints on the front of his shirt. the notifications from your assumed roommate were still on the lock screen, joined by a few more miscellaneous ones from earlier in the day, looking entirely untouched for the hours that it had been out of your possession. that lack of accountability he held for essentially stealing your phone eased him a bit as he ventured back out into the main space.

but he couldn't help the burning desire he felt for you when he saw you seated on the island in the kitchen, open water bottle in your hand, peering at him excitedly in expectance of your phone, jacket now hanging off of you from the warmth of the apartment. you didn't shy away like he thought you might as he approached, simply screwing the cap back on the bottle and straightened up your posture, hand outstretched with a smile on your face.

"here you are." he said, sliding your phone into your hand, legs nearly bumping yours from how close he was.

"thank you." you murmured in reply, turning it on for a quick check of your notifications just for your eyes to gravitate right back over to him.

there was something intoxicating about the way you gazed at him, with a meek yet faintly awe-struck look that always seemed to stroke his ego in just the right place. he usually liked confident women, who were well-aware of their beauty and prowess, but there was something about the way you hid yourself away, only showing what you felt necessary but still caving when he peeled away the layers concealing yourself one by one. you weren't desperate initially, not exactly standoffish either, just the perfect balance of reserved and alluring to draw him along after you. especially how you didn't seem to shy away from a challenge such as himself, despite how easy you were to fluster.

he checked his watch before he spoke, his voice low and full of intention. "we've still got about forty minutes before i have to get back." you licked your lips, eyebrows cinching upward just the slightest bit, head unconsciously tilting upwards towards his. though the height of the counter closed an inch or two of distance between the two of you, he still stood taller than you, pressing forward the smallest bit, able to feel your soft breaths fanning over his cheek. "so, what do you say..?"

you didn't speak, only giving a small nod, and that was all it took for zeke to close the space that was barely there between you, lips melding easily over your own. you let out a small sound of surprise, sending a jolt of heat straight through him, determined to make it happen again. your hands grasped at the front of his shirt, clenching at the fabric when his own rose to grip your thighs, spreading them to accommodate his presence and urge himself even closer to you. the feeling of your bare skin, pliant flesh that his fingers sunk so easily into, the knowledge that the only thing keeping him from you was your underwear under your skirt, was enough to make him even more impatient than he already was.

"didn't get enough last night, huh?" he breathed into your ear after he'd pulled away, grinning at the sight of your shaking head and your whispered "n-no".

he maintained enough control to not mark the skin exposed by your shirt when he reached it, but still nipped with enough pressure to pull more little moans that made his cock ache in the constraints of his pants. you didn't protest when the hands on your thighs slid further inward, gasping softly when he let a finger slowly stroke over your clothed cunt.

"and i've barely even touched you.. naughty girl." the way you bristled at his shameless words was endlessly enthralling to him, "already so needy for me..."

you squirmed as he palmed you through your underwear, attempting to speak, but your words always stammered off into an incoherent whimper, hips already rutting up as subtly as they could manage into his hand. "p-please, zeke. i w-want.."

"what do you want?" he pulled away from your neck, hazy, low-lidded eyes gazing directly into your own, "want my fingers in that little pussy of yours?"

you flushed brilliantly at his crassness, but nodded all the same, following up with a whimpered "yes, please..!"

you were begging with your mouth and eyes and he'd only just started, the fact that you were so eager from just the slightest touches made him impossibly hard. he lowered himself to his knees as quickly as he could, letting your heels rest on his shoulders to push yourself up off the counter long enough for him to peel your underwear off of you, sucking air between your teeth when you lowered your bare skin back down onto the cool granite.

he loved how compliant you were, how you let him adjust your position as he pleased, balancing yourself on one hand after he'd settled you on the edge of the island. he made sure to admire the way your face shifted when he ran a finger across your slick skin, thumb drawing across your clit to tease you for just a moment before he slid one finger into you.

"fuck.." he muttered to himself, admiring how you just barely arched toward him when he curled it inside you, retracting his hand and pushing in with a second finger.

he was sure that he could watch you all day, spread out on the kitchen counter, bottom lip reddening from being bitten so firmly between your teeth, eyes glassy and completely fogged over with lust. but he knew that he only had this single hour, regretting offering willy his promise of apology coffee, but deciding to take care of what he'd started and still having time to spare.

plucking his glasses from his nose, he set them on the counter beside your phone, pressing a lingering kiss over one of the thighs beside his head as a silent way to let you know his intentions, pleased to see nothing but anticipation etched across your flushed features as he proceeded. his first lick was intentionally slow, savoring the full body tremble you gave and the flavor of you on his tongue, grasp on your flank fastening to hold you apart while he continued.

he groaned at the hand that shakily clenched in his hair, the one clasped over your mouth doing little to contain the whines and baseless pleas spilling from your lips. zeke was certain his neighbors hated him by now, but he could honestly care less about such a menial detail like that when it was you moaning loud enough to be heard all the way down the hall, solely because of him. and a part of him had to wonder if eren had ever been able to satisfy you the way he had last night—the way he was now—if he'd ever gotten to fully explore and appreciate all the little things you had to offer. his younger brother was juvenile at best in his eyes, and, as far as he knew, entirely inexperienced until he began dating you. but zeke didn't mind showing up the kid, especially not when you deserved to feel as good as he made you feel. after all, he still had just about a week until ramifications were entirely inescapable, he could keep having fun with you for those couple days at the very least.

he pushed the more complicated thoughts from the forefront of his mind, choosing instead to focus on you in front of him, eyes low-lidded and unfocused, now biting onto one of your knuckles, hips rolling into his mouth and fingers in an obvious chase for your release. he rolled his tongue across your clit in quick, ruthless strokes, grinning against you when you whined, eyes rolling back into your head as it felt back toward the ceiling, your hold in his hair almost painfully tight. he could feel the tell-tale stiffen of your muscles, curling his fingers to rub at that part that seemed to drive you wild, catching the stammered end of his name on your lips as you came.

even from his place on the ground, he could see how your chest heaved, legs still quivering, wearing an almost dazed expression until you'd blinked away the fogginess in your eyes. your sheepishness returned when you watched him lick his lips, still slick with your arousal, whimpering softly at the departure of his fingers. he adjusted himself in his pants before stepped away, allowing you to recollect yourself while he proceeded over to the kitchen sink, washing his hands and patting away the remaining stickiness from his chin with the paper towel he used to dry them, watching with a close-lipped grin as you slowly lowered yourself back onto the ground and pulled up your underwear.

he checked his watch after he'd situated his glasses onto his face, frowning. only the better part of twenty minutes left in his break. "ready to get going?" he asked, running a hand through his hair to smooth it back down, his casual tone seeming to ease you.

"mhm." you replied, straightening out your clothes and beginning to shrug his jacket back onto your shoulders before you glanced over at him, "do you want this back? i didn't mean to steal it from you.."

"keep it." he said, plucking his keys from his pocket and proceeding towards the door, "it looks good on you." he didn't even have to look back at you to know that you were smiling.

the car ride was once again mostly silent, seeing as you were tapping through your phone and looking at everything you'd missed in the time you were away from it. but when he'd pulled into the starbuck drive-thru to get willy his unnecessary complicated order and turned to ask if you wanted anything, he caught you looking at your text conversation with eren before you shut your phone off and asked for a chai latte and a butter croissant, and he felt an odd twinge in his chest as he delivered your request and his own of an unsweetened cold brew to the speaker beside his rolled down window.

was it irritation? jealousy? possessiveness? for the first time in a while, he was unsure of how he felt. it was a bit unnerving, but also fascinating all at once. he could've never expected this sort of outcome from the situation, but it wasn't entirely unwelcoming. now that he thought about it, his life had been a bit dull lately, a cyclical routine of attending his job, going out for drinks on tuesday, the occasional sexual conquest here and there with women he met but never remembered, but your call had been a break in the routine, an expected opportunity that he was determined to not let slip through his fingers. and while he would've probably just been satisfied with allowing your name to join all the others in the blurry recesses of his memory at first, he knew now that there was much more for him to discover.

so he let you finish up the lunch he'd gotten you, turning up the radio and escorting you back to the library, feeling far too satisfied with himself as he watched you disappear between the shelves, proceeding back behind the desk and setting willy's coffee down beside him. "don't get up yet, i have to piss."

he groaned frustratedly at that. "why didn't you fucking do that on your break, you ass."

"i got your coffee in the drive-thru." zeke replied absentmindedly, already stalking off to the staff bathroom in the back with the thought of you on the counter playing over and over in his head.

only after locking the door and settling on the toilet did he finally let out a heavy sigh, tapping into his camera roll and quickly finding his picture of you from this morning. just the sight of your half-exposed body made his pants feel tight once again, and he regretted not taking more photos when he had the chance, but this would be enough for now, especially with the memory of you begging for him not even an hour ago fresh on his mind.

he didn't feel any sort of shame as he unzipped his pants and pulled himself out of his boxers, the tip of his cock already slick with pre, ready for the release he'd denied himself for the sake of time—and your satisfaction, of course—the release he'd be granting himself right now, with you just a couple meters away, entirely unaware that it was all because of you.

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sakuatsu · 4 years

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YELL 2 ME ABT SAKUATSU FIC RECS PLS

oh boy. oh boy do i have much to talk about

here��s a list of my sakuatsu must-reads under the cut! complete with links, word count, ratings, and occasional commentary because i’m incapable of shutting up. this isn’t in any particular order either

(keeping this sfw and organized into canonverse/AUs. a * means i am on my hands and knees begging for you to read this)

i’ll try to update this somewhat regularly :]

most recently updated august 25, 2020!

canonverse:

*your highs and lows (series) by astroeulogy

a post-time skip canonverse series born from these two questions:

1. what if sakusa kiyoomi, known too-blunt jerk, is equally straightforward about his soft, tender feelings?

2. what if miya atsumu, resident big fat jerk who doesn't care if his teammates hate him, is too emotionally stunted to notice when his one of his teammates actually likes him?

this is like the sakuatsu series but it’s blasphemous to not recommend. the first fic in the series is all that you were (4.6k, T). mind the ratings on a few of the fics, but my personal favorite is #3: a masterpiece of domesticity called you have tamed me (5.7k, T). these make me ACHE

*sakuatsu domesticity simulator by pseudoanalytics (T)

a vaguely interactive mixture of fic, art, and html, where you too can experience the inherent romance of a big fat jerk and a too-blunt jerk attempting intimacy

this fic...this fic...op is literally one of my favorite artists of all time but Did You Know that their writing is also off the charts. what a wonderful use of second person and the pacing is so good. too much skill in one person

*The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets by isaksara (11.4k, M)

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

i think this is the fic that got me into sakuatsu in the first place lol i was looking very specifically for msby socmed fics and now here we are. this fic is unbelievably funny

*liminal spaces by hhatsuna (25.9k, T)

Fuck you, Atsumu thinks, pointing at the pixelated Sakusa in the grainy team photo on his bedside table.

It’s easier than you’d think to ignore loving your teammate.

*Better For Us Both by abrandnewheart (15.7k, M)

Where “You already make me the happiest guy alive, babe," gives way to, “I’ve not been happy for a while now.”

Alternatively known as the ‘mug fic’.

yes this is a breakup fic. yes im going to recommend it anyway. breakup fics usually scare me a lot but this one is too good for me to not say anything about. nuanced and delicious. i look at the mug on my desk and feel pain

dog eat dog eat dog world by perennials (8.4k, T)

You are your first and only line of defense against the universe.

Koi no Yokan; 恋の予感 by ymra (15.3k, unrated)

Wherein Sakusa dreams of his future selves and discovers a little something along the way.

autumn ends, but we remain by wolfsbvne (5.3k, T)

atsumu stares at his ceiling at 2am. he stares until he can make out designs in his popcorn ceiling. a cat there, an onigiri here, and then something that suspiciously looks like a mop of hair, triangle eyebrows, and oh those two bumps are moles right above what atsumu just mapped out as an eye.

(or, atsumu is in kind of in love. sakusa is maybe in like.)

your fingertips, branding irons by Ceryna (5.8k, T)

Between the accidental touches he's reconciled, the deliberate ones he's endured, and, from those he's built years of trust with, obliged– Kiyoomi has never wanted to let someone indulge.

Never, until Atsumu.

take what’s yours and make it mine by claudusdiei (5.9k, T)

atsumu falls in love four times in his life

(or: in which atsumu gets his heart broken twice, has the self-awareness of a sober mule and really likes yellow tulips)

every action has an equal and opposite reaction by akanemnida (10.4k, T)

Miya Atsumu gets a modeling contract with Calvin Klein, which sets Kiyoomi's heart in motion.

(Or: Sakusa Kiyoomi realizes that the rules governing the universe are absolute rubbish at explaining matters of the heart.)

*where i want to be by tookumade (8.8k, G)

In the time they’ve been teammates at the MSBY Black Jackals, Sakusa has never been to Atsumu’s place, and Atsumu has only been to Sakusa’s a few times. There’s an unspoken understanding here: that Atsumu knows him well enough to know that nobody’s house or apartment would ever really meet his ridiculously high standards, and he is most comfortable in the home he’s made for himself.

That, and, Atsumu being over at Sakusa’s means that he has to host him and do the cleaning afterwards, while Atsumu can just flit off back to his own place. So. There’s that.

Tonight. Tonight is not business as usual. Tonight is not familiar.

*san'yō expressway, 6:17 pm by yamabato (8.1k, T)

Atsumu tilts his head to watch a slice of orange light bend over the impassive planes of Sakusa’s face. He is absolutely, ruthlessly beautiful. It makes Atsumu want to punch something—put his foot through the windshield—scream, maybe.

Kiss him again, maybe.

They have 344 kilometers to figure this one out.

parallax error: angle of inclination by min_mintobe (10.8k, T)

But now there's the one person Atsumu'd promised himself never to touch. His eyes leave Atsumu breathless with guilt at seventeen, and he spends the next six years safe in the satisfaction of making things right.

Feelings, of the physical kind, and one kiss.

ft. competitive spirit, childishness, and late night conversations.

Atsumu POV.

four leaf clover by vicari_us (5.9k, T)

Once, Ushijima claimed that they ‘got lucky’. If properly honed, their body types could become near invincible weapons.

However, unlike Ushijima, Kiyoomi’s weapon required a bit more care over the years to reach the condition it had become. He was born iron, not yet forged into steel.

Exploring what it might have taken to turn a genetic mistake into an athletic miracle.

*the 28 postcards you left me by wheelspokes (8.3k, T)

Atsumu takes texting your ex to a new level by sending Sakusa postcards in Animal Crossing instead.

such a unique premise & this is so beautifully structured. stunning flow and who knew animal crossing could convey so much longing...

AUs:

Pas De Deux by hhatsuna (dancer!sakusa au: 19.0k, T)

The mystery athlete gives Kiyoomi a once over in the mirror. “Yer pretty tall,” he observes, and the twang of an accent rasps low in his throat. His brazen eyes drift to Kiyoomi’s legs, and something like exhilaration glints gold in his gaze. “Good quads, too. Ya ever played volleyball?” Ah. So it’s volleyball.

“I’m a dancer. Ballet and contemporary, mostly.”

*my love, take your time by bastigod (archaeologist!sakusa au: 9.0k, T)

There was something sublime about wandering around an empty museum. Nothing could compare to the sound of his shoes clacking against the marble floor, the morning sunlight gently streaming through the lofty windows and the peaceful solitude of ancient stone kings overseeing their silent kingdoms.

A day in the life of Doctor Kiyoomi Sakusa, Archaeologist.

i’ve literally been thinking about this fic every day since it came out. you will not find a story like this anywhere else, i guarantee you. what a clear labor of love this fic is it’s truly something so special

three roses and a smile by strawberrycitrus (surgeon!sakusa & microbiologist!atsumu au: 19.7k, T)

“I just got this job, I’m not givin’ it up for some moral boost ‘cause I actually need to pay my rent, ya insensitive -” Atsumu waves his hands around, trying and failing to come up with the right word to convey the amount of injustice that this gaunt motherfucker has brought into his relatively simple life thus far.

“If you can’t pay your rent, go get a job at the McDonald’s over by 8th Street,” Sakusa growls, “it’ll pay more than your researcher position.”

If you even attempt assault on a coworker, forget teaching about cells - you’ll fucking be in one, Atsumu.

*Dance of the Parallax by astroeulogy (ogre spirit!sakusa au: 6.7k, T)

For the last twenty years, Atsumu’s done all that he can to break his betrothal to the ogre spirit Sakusa. If he can just make it through one more night, he’ll be free.

honestly, just read everything by astroeulogy. i’m recommending this fic in particular because it has such an ethereal voice to it. magical

across oceans, across centuries by starstrikes (pacific rim au: 20.0k, T)

Six days ago, Osamu died and left Atsumu with this: Atsumu, you have to—

(Namikira rises with the tides and rips Osamu and Vulpis Empress away in one fell swoop. Six days later, Atsumu wakes up alone in a hospital bed and learns how to swim.)

you don’t actually need to know pacrim to appreciate this. a wonderful exploration of grief and recovery. also it’s exactly 20k words which is both satisfying and terrifying

*Notte Stellata by awkwardedgeworth (ice skating/dancing au: 20.8k, T)

"Your partner doesn't need to hold anyone's hand other than yours," Sakusa's father crouches, "And you can wear gloves."

Sakusa ponders. He hears the other skaters of rink two whiz past as they launch themselves into lifts.

"Alright," He looks up from the ice, not knowing how he'll dedicate the next couple of decades to this sport, this partnership, this boy.

what a stunning fic. a beautiful progression of sakusa & atsumu’s relationship, rife with references to real skating programs, beautifully written and structured. so full of longing i’m in mild physical pain

#if anyone else has recs feel free to drop them in the replies mwah #sakuatsu fic is SO high quality you can literally just look at the tag and blindly press and find something stunning #these are just my personal favorites #basically just my ao3 bookmarks and then some #sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #sakuatsu fic #haikyuu fic #ask #reynegades #thank you for asking.....ive been dying to make a fic rec post i just needed a push lol #fic

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blueoctobass · 4 years

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The link between Rylie and Prisma

At this point, the comic has made it pretty clear that those two are linked somehow… They look extremely alike, Prisma recognizes Rylie and even knows her name.

Alright so, what do we know exactly ?

I’ve made a handy relationship chart, and I even included some more people that will be talked about when elaborating the different possibilities :

So why would Prisma and Rylie look so alike ?

The main possibilities are :

They are Family

They are reincarnation of the other

A mix of both

However, we know there are at least 1000 years separating them, so direct family might be tricky, unless….

But we’ll get to that later.

Here’s the list of all the theories I will explore in this post :

Rylie is Prisma’s reincarnation

Rylie is Prisma’s descendant

Rylie is Prisma’s reincarnated child

Rylie is Prisma’s child

Rylie and Prisma are sisters

I won’t address the reason why Yellow wants Rylie dead and why did Amadeus do that to Prisma because we simply do not have enough informations.

Enough rambling, time to dive.

Rylie is Prisma’s reincarnation

From the looks of it, this is the most obvious one. They look like each other, they live 1000 years apart, and reincarnation has been ‘‘confirmed’’ in canon. It’s even part of Stratoverse’s culture.

Purple states that : “I assume me, and anyone else who changed color are somehow related to the Mancer’s servants”. He doesn’t say it’s reincarnation, it could be a bloodline “curse”, but going off what we know, reincarnation is very likely.

Upon seeing Violet, Rylie’s first reaction confirms that they looks like Purple. That could be proof enough that Rylie is also a reincarnation, except the reincarnation of a Mancer instead of a Color.

But there’s one detail that ticks me off.

Names.

Rylie’s name reveal is pretty important. Names in gloomverse, more often than not, have meaning pertaining to their magic abilities. Rylie remained unnamed, solely known as “Assistant”, until after she got her magic. But as opposed to the Colors, this is mostly for symbolic (and comedic) purposes, as she had a name before that, and it also started with R. Meanwhile, the Colors had their name overwritten after gaining magic.

This hasn’t been made explicit in comic yet, and sure, some gloomversians have weird names like Triangle or Pi, but that would be an enormous coincidence, wouldn’t it ? Especially for the colors whose countries have particular naming trend (for example, if Orange was their birth name, wouldn’t it be Egnaro ?).

Virga also mentions to Yellow that Madame President “has Red, Blue, Indigo and Violet… though he goes by Purple.” so Purple did change his name, yet he kept the color naming trend. Sure they could all have decided to change name after gaining magic, but like I said, that would be a pretty big coincidence.

Let’s go back to Rylie. Her name didn’t change to Prisma after getting magic. She didn’t change color, and she didn’t change names. Prisma even calls her ‘‘Rylie’’, not Royletta or Greenwitch, but Rylie. Her preferred name. For me, this seems like a statement that she is her own individual, and not a reincarnation.

However, her middle name is ‘‘Greenwitch’’, and Prisma is a green haired and eyed mancer, a green witch. It’s quite possibly Prisma’s last name. Maybe only that name was passed down to her ? If that’s the case, it seems more like a “they’re family” than a “they’re reincarnation” proof.

Another point is that Prisma looks very much alive and conscious, albeit trapped somewhere. For a reincarnation to happen, you would need the individual to be dead.

TL;DR : Rylie is not Prisma’s reincarnation, because Prisma is not dead, and Rylie still has her own name.

Rylie is Prisma’s descendant

Yellow has been seen with a baby during Rylie’s nightmares, and in the most recent chapter, she is currently in labor. There’s a lot of emphasis on that baby, it would be weird if they weren’t relevant to the story somehow (see Chekhov's gun).

We don’t know the identity of the other parent yet. Violet is a good candidate, they seem worried, they have the parental stress, it could make sense. But for this theory and the next ones, we’ll say that Prisma is the parent. She literally arrives screaming about Yellow, asking about her health, clearly upset that she isn’t at her side. (And like friends pointed out, it would make Prisma a transparent, a very good pun that i love).

We don’t know if the baby survived Amadeus’ attack. Maybe they didn’t, maybe the same thing that happened to Prisma happened to them, or maybe they got to grow up and live their life, have a family and die of old age.

Yellow has been tracking someone’s family line. There’s a lot of generations here, probably enough to cover the lineage of someone for 1000 years. We know she’s been tracking the Colors, and she’s been looking for someone, who happens to be Rylie. She recognize her instantly. She’s shocked, she’s sad, she’s nostalgic. She’s seeing the face of an old friend for the first time in many many years, photography being a recent invention in Gloomverse.

But after this many years, and this many generations, why would they look so alike ?

Well, Purple looks like Violet, he might be their descendant like Rylie is Prisma’s. His face didn’t change when getting magic, he still look like himself as a kid. But in his case, he is most likely a reincarnation of Violet, and thus has the same face and features, while Rylie is not a reincarnation of Prisma, just a descendant.

One thing to note :

Yellow learn Rylie’s name (Royletta) by looking at the journal : she doesn’t recognize the name, she hesitates when saying it. The journal calls her Royletta G. Biv, and not Royletta Greenwitch Biv, so we don’t know if she would have recognized the name Greenwitch. Meanwhile, Prisma knew that her name was Rylie. She has no ways of knowing this, except if she’s been spying on her or listening to some conversations. Perhaps Amadeus can still talk to her.

TL;DR : It’s very likely that Rylie is Prisma’s descendant from the same family line that Yellow is tracking. However it doesn’t explain why they look alike.

Rylie is Prisma’s child’s reincarnation

This theory is based of the previous one, and the arguments are mostly the same.

The difference is that instead of being Prisma’s descendant from a bloodline perspective, she is the reincarnation of Prisma’s child, the baby Yellow was holding, but not necessarily a direct descendant.

We don’t know what happens to Yellow’s child after Amadeus is done with Prisma. He just murdered some people, why not a baby ? In her first nightmare, the dark figures turns towards Rylie and says : “Now… It’s your turn.” and she feels as if it’s addressed to her, even though it was likely aimed at Yellow and the baby.

Yellow is still here. The baby is not.

If the baby is dead, then they can reincarnate, and just like Purple ended up looking just like Violet, Rylie looks a lot like her past baby self’s mom, just like a daughter can looks like her mother, just like the baby would have looked if they had the chance to grow up.

Makes sense right ?

Well I have an objection.

The Colors changed hue after gaining magic, and the fact that they reincarnate might be due to how the alphas got their magic. Harold changed color scheme when the dark overlord gave him a hat and magic that weren’t “his”, so maybe that’s what happened to the Colors ?

Because the baby was too young to have magic, I don’t think they would have reincarnated if they died like that, without magic.

TL;DR : While it would explain how they look so alike, we don’t know if Prisma’s child could have reincarnated when dying as a magicless baby

Rylie is Prisma’s child

The simplest solution : Rylie looks like Prisma because she’s her direct daughter. No reincarnation shenanigans going on.

But how would it possible with 1000 years separating them ? Rylie is seventeen in the comic, and we even see her parents.

Let’s start with the 1000 years problem :

Thanks to the recent appearance of Prisma, we know that she’s not as dead as we first thought. She disappeared without a trace, but Amadeus didn’t completely destroy her. She seems stuck somewhere, a timeless space, a dream or a memory. Amadeus can hide hats in shadows, he can summon lemon kids from shadows, at this point I wouldn’t be surprised if he could hide people in those shadows.

After making Prisma disappears, he looks towards Yellow and the baby - its their turn now.

If he can keep Prisma alive in a timeless prison for 1000 years, he can do the same for a baby ! But why free her now ?

Petunia ask him if its not “getting harder for you to do” and his answer is not very convincing. He could be getting tired, or weaker over time, and decided that keeping a baby prisoner like that was maybe an overreaction, and let her be.

That turned out well, didn’t it ?

And this is pure speculation, but spending this much time in a pocket dimension made by a dark overlord might have changed her appearance. It would explain why she has black hair and eyes when Prisma and Yellow don’t.

What about Rylie’s parents ? She looks like them, there’s no reason to believe they’re not her parents. Well she could be adopted, it’s common for couples to adopt a child that looks like them. And if you’ve read beta gloomverse, you might remember that Assistant’s dad tells him he’s adopted. It could be a lie, it could have been written off, but its not negligible.

TL;DR : Rylie is Prisma’s direct child, that Amadeus kept locked away for 1000 years before letting her go and she got adopted by her current parents.

Rylie and Prisma are sisters

This one is a bit more complicated than the others, but bear with me.

Let’s start easy with : Who would be the parents ?

In this theory, Yellow would be Rylie and Prisma’s mom, with Rylie being the baby she was holding, the little sister to Prisma. Siblings tend to look like each other, and the 1000 years difference can be explained like in the previous theory.

Alright then, who's the other parent ? Amadeus, or Hobo as we’ve come to know him. Yes I know, this is a bit crazy, but I like exploring possibilities.

So we would have this kind of Family tree !

What are my proofs then ? This is kind of a crazy looking theory !

Well I don’t have any, really. We know Amadeus was alive at this time period, and that Yellow knew them by name.

Rylie has some of Amadeus features, black hair, and her eyes even turn red on occasions, like his ‘‘dark overlord form’’. Rylie and Prisma’s skin color is an intermediary between his and Yellow’s, and Prisma’s green hair show that she has ecoversian roots despite coming from Stratoverse, which confirms that Yellow could be her mom.

It would also make Rylie, Harold and Wallis siblings, which has been alluded to already. In the dreamscape, Rylie imagine them as kids, sharing a childhood, like siblings.

As much as I think it was worth mentioning, I don’t like this theory. Mostly because it destroys the meaning of the line “We may not be bond by blood...but we’re still family... no matter what.” by dream!Wallis. It throws the message of “found family can be more important than blood family” in the garbage by making them blood family.

Also at this point, Hobo would deserves the worst father award for his very bad parenting techniques.

TL;DR : If Rylie and Prisma were sisters with Amadeus and Yellow as their parents, the found family trope would die.

And that’s the end of it ! Thank you for reading it all, it turned out extremely long. Don’t hesitate to add stuff, theories, opinions, or corrections !

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tatooedlaura-blog · 4 years

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Geometry of a Triangle

I found a few hours of quiet time and what better way to spend them than to revisit that beautiful thing called, “Triangle” ...

It’s a standalone and I’ll be tagging @today-in-fic ...

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“Oh, brother.”

With that statement, she pushed herself off the bed rail and turned, click-heeling back into the hallway, running into a clump of boss and unwashed boys, “how is he?”

“He’s delusional.” Moving past them, she hit the down button on the elevator when she reached it, “he needs time, rest, and probably another CT scan, which I will schedule for him once I get downstairs.”

The four of them, following like obedient dogs, got on the elevator with her and just as the doors were closing, “damn it. I forgot my keys in there.” Recklessly flinging her arm in between twin metal deathtraps, then stepping out once they’d reopened, “why don’t you guys go and I’ll call you if anything changes?”

Not one to question her, ever, they said their goodbyes and disappeared. Once the elevator had definitely left the floor, she took a deep breath, wondering if collapse against the wall would be appropriate given the amount of stress still choking her system. Why was he always trying to kill her, inadvertently mind you, but still, every time he left his apartment, he put her in panic mode.

She really fucking hated panic mode.

Taking a minute to collect herself while staring out the window at absolutely no view at all, hospital expansion building blocking the view of what was probably a very pretty neighborhood.

Whatever.

She took her time going back to his room, companions not fluttering around her, peppering with questions, irritating her with endless regurgitation, explanation and exaltation of the exploits of her thankfully not drowned partner.

And Skinner just needed to go away in general; she’d kissed him in the elevator and now couldn’t look him in the eye given mortal embarrassment.

She needed a vacation.

&&&&&&&&&

Finally, many deep breaths later, she was back at his door, numbered 342 in the grand scheme but from her last count, it was hospital room number 206, give or take; she also counted emergency room curtained off areas as rooms so her count might be a little skewed.

Walking back in without knocking, she thought maybe he’d be asleep and she could do her thing and go home to warm bed, fragrant bath, cup of hot chocolate, not necessarily in that order. He wasn’t asleep, however, instead looking up at her, tracking her as she carefully shut the door, turned, crossed her arms, “I was beginning to wonder if you’d be back.”

“I had to get rid of them before I could …” her voice cracked here, tears rushing to the surface, falling freely down her cheeks in under a second.

Mulder tried to get up but was forced back down by gravity and dizziness, so instead, he reached out his hand, “come here. I’m sorry. I hate seeing you cry.”

“If you wouldn’t do such stupid things, maybe I wouldn’t have to cry.” Swiping her face, the torrent already slowing to a trickle, she sniffed hard, “maybe you’re like a puppy. You need a good swat every now and then in order to learn not to put me through this crap.”

Beside his bed by now, he reached his hand out, hooking it in the pocket of her jacket, “I have never intentionally set out to make you cry. I swear.”

Growling at him, she dried her face one last time with her fingers, looking down at him, “did you really say earlier that you loved me? How many drugs are you on, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“You should know. You’re the doc, doc.”

Moving to see his chart again, she zoned in on the narcotics area, perusing then sifting through her memory, “looks like plenty. More than enough to say all kinds of incriminating things.”

Looking at her sheepishly, “did I really say ‘I love you’ though?”

And her heart jumped then sank, bobbed back to the surface and sank again, “you don’t remember?” He looked innocently guilty and she tilted her head at him, “I won’t hold it against you then.”

“Thanks.”

Moving back to his side, she pulled the chair over, slotting her feet in the undercarriage of the bed and settling back, head comfortable after a moment, Mulder’s fingers wiggling in her direction, his discreet invite to hold his hand while they fell asleep.

She both hated and loved their routines.

“I really am sorry I always make you cry.”

“I can’t imagine this life without you, Mulder, such as it is.” Thinking back to all the times she’d cried for him, both inside and out, “I have often wished that my stress levels weren’t congruent to the production of my tear ducts but they are and we have both learned to live with that.”

“I still hate that I make you cry.”

Squeezing his fingers, “go to sleep, Mulder. I’ll see you when you wake up.”

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Ten minutes later, she expected him to be deep in dreamland but looking in his direction once she realized she didn’t hear his whistle-snoring nose, she saw his eyes open, staring intently at her, studying form and function of his Scully, “why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“Trying to ignore my headache while I think about a few things.”

Dusk was dropping outside, their room growing dim and soft, her voice quiet across the vast region between them, “what kinds of things?”

“Nazis and Thor’s hammer and shiny red dresses.”

He must be wandering his delusions again and she figured, why not wade in with him, “were the Nazis wearing the red dresses?”

“No, thank God but you were.”

“I was wearing a shiny red dress? How did I look?”

“If I answer that question, you’ll hit me again.”

Maybe she shouldn’t play into his medication after all, “well, why don’t you go to sleep and dream about things and tomorrow, we will get another head scan.”

The side of his face ached from her 1939 clenched fist and deciding to go for broke, given he knew she’d chock up anything he said to drug-addled haze, “your hair was slicked back, pin-curled, perfect even as we ran up and down the halls, thwarting Nazis and trying to find a way to get me home.” Continuing when all she did was tilt her head, listening with both ear and he hoped, heart, “you saved the world in a knee-length dark red dress and heels and,” pinpoint focus on her darkening blue eyes, “you looked more beautiful than I’ve ever deserved to see you.”

Oh, she could so easily be dragged into his delirium … dream … reality …

This was headed to a bad place and she needed to stop the train before she got fully onboard, believing every last word falling from his lips, “I always thought I looked pretty good in my pajama pants and Yosemite Sam t-shirt.”

“That’s my t-shirt, by the way.”

Returning to lightness even as her heart pounded unexpectedly in her chest, “you say yours, I say mine. I keep it. We both win.”

“How do I win?”

Was she really going to say it?

“Because you get to see me in it.”

She said it.

“If I ever find that red dress, Scully, I’m buying it and you’re wearing it and we’re going out on the town to make sure everyone sees you in it. There’ll be so many guys falling at your feet, you won’t know what to do.”

“So, I’ll just stand there and let them swoon?”

“And then you’ll come home with me.”

She felt the blush blooming across her chest and crawling up her face, “you need to go to sleep, Mulder. As both your doctor and your …” she hesitated without understanding why, partner seeming cold, friend seeming inadequate, anything other distinction making her blush even more, “you need to get some sleep, Mulder and so do I.” Standing quickly, squeaking chair legs against tile, “I should probably go. I’ll pick up some clothes for you and bring them back tomorrow when they release you, okay?”

She still hadn’t let go of his hand.

Odd.

In fact, her fingers were firmly joined with his, zippered closed, thumb stroking thumb.

Very odd.

“Hey, Scully,” tugging her hand so she moved towards him, she leaned across the bar of the bed once again.

“Yes?”

“Be with me tonight. Spring me from this place and take me home and hover and feed me meds and check my stitches and just … be with me.”

Another ‘oh, brother’ should have risen up her throat, fallen to his ears but instead, she leaned in even more, “let me go find a doctor.”

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There was finagling and promising and coercion to the highest levels but in the end, she helped him off the elevator and down the hall to his apartment, setting him on the bed, taking in his weary eyes, his pale face, “you look terrible.”

Not able to argue such a valid point, “could you find me something to wear, please? I feel like I’m about to die or at the very least, begin having hallucinations of pink elephants playing poker in the corner.”

Not about to dispute the obvious, pink elephants fairly likely at this point in their day, “can you sit up for a second or do you want to lay down while I find things?”

Hands firmly gripping mattress edge, “I’ve got it. Just don’t leave.”

She’d return to that statement later on but for now, “I’ll be back.”

At the dresser, she pulled out stuff for both of them, missing the Yosemite Sam shirt but happy with her find of ‘Sit on it, Potsie’ black, frayed glory. Soon, she was back beside him, gently pulling his shirt over his head, wincing along with him when she passed the collar over his bruise-darkening eye. Pants weren’t too difficult, Scully holding his arm for balance while he dropped scrubs and pulled up ratty sweatpants, “remind me not to follow any ghosts ships in the near future.”

“No.”

He smiled as best he could but most of his energy and being was wrapped up in desperate need to lay down, go to sleep, rid his head of the terrible pounding that had wedged itself behind his eyes, “did you bring drugs home with you?”

“Several. What color do you want?”

“Rainbow me up, please? My head feels like it’s going to explode.”

Drugs swallowed, Scully changed – he would comment on her shirt at some point in the evening – and after tucking him in, she turned out the light but came back to his side, “I’m going to go sleep out on the couch, okay? Do you need anything?”

Even through pain and wavering reality, “be with me, remember? The couch is too far.” Indicating over his shoulder, eyes already closing for longer and longer intervals, “I have plenty of room behind me, softest mattress in the place, I promise.”

She could seriously just wait two minutes then go out to the couch, he’d never know but Scully being Scully, especially tonight, especially now, especially here, “okay but if you kick me in your sleep, I’m kicking back.”

Slurred, sleepy, “I’ll try not to kiss you in your sleep, promise.”

Nearly correcting him, she instead checked the front door locks one more time, then, incremental debate later, folded back the covers opposite him, sheets cool, pillow shockingly comfortable. She’ll admit it, she may have let out a slight, happy, back of the throat groan when her head sank down into it.

This pillow may have to go the way of Yosemite.

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Never expecting to fall asleep so quickly, she had no idea she had until she found herself blinking, eyes rolling and lids sticky. Concept of time had disappeared, clock telling her it was after 2 am but mind firmly believing she’d only been asleep for a few minutes. Wondering what had woken her, she turned to her other side, coming face to face with Mulder, still asleep but hand twitching, searching.

He must have touched her back while he moved and taking his wandering fingers, she was surprised when he bought them to his lips, kissing her knuckles, “I should have kissed you again after you hit me.”

Wondering if he was still dreaming, “Mulder?”

His eyes opened suddenly, wide awake like she’d never seen him, “You saved the world and I should have kissed you again.”

“You kissed me?”

Smiling, his eyes closed, drifting back to dreams, “and I want to do it again.”

Still back on the last statement, “you kissed me?” He answered with a deep sigh, sleep capturing the conversation in limbo and driving her forward, 2 am a thing of both beauty and shadow, she maneuvered to get her lips to his, a light brush, a tentative touch, a fleeting taste, “I love you, too, Mulder.”

#nazis and thors hammer and red dresses #even a triangle comes full circle in the end #msr #txf fanfic #x-files fanfic #MulderNScully #My writing

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ultraglittercat · 4 years

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Drabble 114

Camping

Varian was frustrated. He'd been working on translating the Demanitus Scroll for a week now, and even though he barely took breaks to rest or eat (despite Ruddiger's chitterings) progress was slow. He was almost certain he'd identified another vowel when he was hit in the back of the neck by a pillow.

“Get your stuff. We're going camping.” Lance the pillow thrower informed him.

“What? You can't just throw things at someone and except them to drop everything and join you on a camping trip.” Varian protested. But it was difficult to make his point when he was next smacked by a blanket, this one thrown by Eugene.

“Not negotiable. This is guys' time, the ultimate in bonding activities. You're gonna love it.” Eugene promised.

“I would love getting work done.” Varian argued.

“Aw, c'mon little man. You are missing out on life by spending your days in this stuffy old lab.” Lance insisted.

“It's not stuffy at all. The humidifier does a great job adding moisture to the air.” Varian maintained, pointing at it.

“Really? That's kind of neat.” Lance said, as he began poking at the device.

“Hey, don't jostle it! It's really delicate and--” Varian was interrupted by the sound of the humidifier falling apart in Lance's hands. “--you might break it.” Varian concluded sadly.

“Oops. All the more reason to go outside, then.” Lance smiled disarmingly but Varian merely stared at him, arms folded, and face scowling. “Time to turn that frown upside down! Biiig hug!” Lance declared, scooping the smaller boy up in a big bear hug. Varian tried to resist at first, but Lance's embrace was tight and welcoming and his anger at having a machine break slowly dissipated as he was held in Lance's arms.

“There, now you're feeling better. And hugs are just one of the benefits of guy's time. You'll learn strength, and focus, and self-preservation as you sit by a roaring campfire.” Lance said.

“I do know how to start fires easily.” Varian mused.

“...should we be worried about that?” Eugene whispered to Lance.

“Nah, it's cool.” Lance whispered back.

“Alright then. Good to have you on board, Goggles. Get whatever you need from the lab and then we're heading to Mount Saison.” Eugene instructed.

Varian moved to grab the scroll. “Not that.” Lance clarified. Varian sighed, and instead gathered up some of his goo balls, a few books, and some vials of alchemical solutions. Ruddiger chittered as he climbed onto Varian's shoulder.

“Don't worry, buddy. I haven't forgotten about you. I've got apples in my apron pocket.” Varian told him. The little raccoon smiled. “Just need to grab some ham sandwiches from the kitchen.”

“Can you get some with the crusts cut off?” Lance asked. Eugene stared at him. “Ooh, and extra mustard!” Lance added.

“Mustard, no crusts, got it.” Varian said.

“Do you have a horse you can use? Max won't hold three people.” Eugene pointed out.

“We can take some of the farm donkeys. They know how to carry people, especially Prometheus, he's really gentle.” Varian replied.

“Good. Grab the sandwiches and then meet us outside.” Eugene said.

Varian ran to the kitchen, stopping to say hello to Quirin and tell him he was off on a camping trip with Lance and Eugene. Quirin approved, glad that Varian finally had some male friends to act as role models/older brother figures.

Varian came back out, went to the barn and settled up two donkeys: Prometheus and Hyperion, who he explained to the boys would be used by Lance.

“What kind of name is Hyperion?” Lance wondered.

“One my Mom chose.” Varian replied.

“Oh.” Lance realized his gaffe. “Sounds terrific.” he lied.

The boys rode to Mount Saison, Eugene and Lance taking turns telling Varian about some of their adventures traveling outside of Corona.

“So Rapunzel found this magical idol that makes people having hallucinations of whatever brings them happiness. Rapunzel saw visions of her father while she was homesick and so she coveted the idol even more than the rest of us, which was a lot. Then Lorbs almost convinced her to get rid of it when...” Eugene suddenly trailed off.

“Hey, I was interested! What happens next?” Varian asked eagerly.

“...uh she listened to them and destroyed it?” Eugene said uncertainly.

“...why do I have the feeling it's best if I don't question that?” Varian wondered.

“It's best if you don't question that.” Lance assured him. Varian shrugged, and the rest of their trip was uneventful. Varian built a fire quickly using a tube coated with phosphorus and a sulfur tipped match. Eugene and Lance were impressed, if a little unnerved that Varian had access to small, readily flammable materials. Besides ham sandwiches, they toasted some of the marshmallows Eugene had brought.

“This is nice.” Lance said, leaning back and relaxing. “We'll sleep well, in the Queen's tent, which I borrowed just for today.”

“He's borrowed it several times before.” Eugene confided to Varian, who nodded. He was just happy to be a part of the group. It was really nice having friends, and not having to sleep shackled in a cold, damp dungeon. Varian shivered at the memory.

“Here, have a blanket.” Eugene offered. Varian took it, feeling grateful.

“It's almost dark enough to see the stars. The view from up here is spectacular, when you're not distracted by hordes of umlauts.” Eugene laughed.

“I've heard that it's really nice, and I'm glad I finally get to see for myself. I've been charting stars since I was little, and the sky is Old Corona is beautiful, but it was kind of lonely just doing it by myself. I mean, sometimes Dad came out, but it was mostly to tell me to go to bed...” Varian sighed.

“Quirin's just worried because you don't have a good sleep schedule. Rapunzel feels the same way.” Eugene told him.

Varian blushed. Were his sleeping habits really bad enough to have everyone concerned about him? Part of him was flattered that they did care about him, but another part was frustrated that they didn't trust his judgment. He was preparing to tell Eugene that he was a teenager, and nearly old enough to decide for himself how much sleep he needed, when he was elbowed by Lance.

“Here come the stars!” Lance exclaimed.

“Wow.” Varian was impressed. “You can see the Summer Triangle so clearly from here! There's Altair, Deneb, and Vega.” he pointed up at the sky.

“And there's a bunch of stars that look like a bird!” Lance added.

“That's Aquila, Latin for eagle.” Varian explained. “I think the Demanitus Scroll may be written in a language partly inspired by Latin. I mean, I'm not 100% sure but--”

“But today you're taking a break from work. Just keep looking at the stars Varian.” Eugene yawned. “Maybe count how many you can see before you fall asleep.”

Lance yawned too, and so did Varian. Eugene had made a good point about taking time off and just enjoying what was around him. Varian petted Ruddiger absently, thinking about how fortunate he was to be out there tonight with friends.

The End

Lance's bear hugs are the best. We should all be lucky enough to have a Lance in our lives.

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babysizedfics · 3 years

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oki oki so I have this hedcannon that both the caeirgivrs and nana janus each make special foods for the littles,, like, a signature meal or snack that they make. i dunno what to do with that hdeaconon so if you wanna do something with it you can -buny

🥺🥺🥺🥺 thats so cute!!!

okay, Patton makes fruit salad but LISTEN it sounds simple but he knows what everyone's favorite fruits are and makes a different salad for each person (including the grownups!!!) - like he knows roman likes to more crunchy stuff like apples and pineapple and likes them cut into donut shapes! and he knows vee likes soft berries and mango cut up into really small pieces and he knows vee needs them colour coordinated and not touching each other

logan is.... a hazard in the kitchen. not in terms of safety, but in terms of disturbing flavour combos. BUT he does make the perfect sandwiches for the littles, and patton has a CHART of the littles favourite sandwich fillings and logan is just rlly good at getting the perfect ratio of filling to bread AND he cuts the crusts off for roman and gives the extra crusts to vee because vee likes smushing them into a bread ball and eatin it hshshsh plus he cuts vee's sandwich into tiny triangles so they can eat it with their fingers when shes old enough for solid food

now for janus,,, OMG ive just decided janus makes little bento boxes for them and is rlly good at it!!! because he's good at crafting he has an eye for intricate tasks and adds loads of little details that the littles love finding like vee's fruit is arranged into a bunny shape and romans dumplings all have spanish words on that he learned from dora the explorer! so when janus is babysitting during the day then they have a "picnic" in the living room (which helps because janus can't carry vee around so its good to be based in the same room) with bento boxes that make both of the little even more excited and playful!

#food tw #little/big concepts #asks #bunny anon #cg logan #cg patton #cg janus #nana janus

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Bittersweet (Barry Allen x Reader)

Requested by: @kurtbastianlover Wordcount: 3967 Summary: Like every fan’s dream, you suddenly drop into your favorite television show.

The world could be a very mysterious place. Not knowing how they built the great pyramids, the Bermuda triangle, the current US president - but the biggest one was how the hell you went from falling asleep on your couch, to waking up in a bed in the fictional STAR Labs with the actress Daniel Panabaker sitting across the room, looking at medical charts on the computer. When you blinked open your eyes and looked around your surroundings, you tried to think of how this could be happening. There was too much detail for it to be a dream, you could see things that were just background blurs in the show. And the IV needle stuck in your arm hurt too much for that to be part of a dream too. It grew itchy and you scratched the area around it, which caught the attention of the actress. She got to her feet and pressed a call button that made her voice echo throughout the lab. ‘They’re awake!’

“Alright, is there some new prank show out there where they drug you and put you on the set of your favorite show? Because that seems a bit on the illegal side, Netflix will never pick it up.” You looked at your arm and at the needle. You’d seen movies and shows where people pull them out of their own arms, and it always looks uncomfortable. “I’ll play along if you can get a Doctor or a nurse to come and pull this thing out of me. Health and safety nightmare for me to-”

A bright flash appeared, and then there he was. Grant Gustin himself, wearing the infamous, skintight Flash suit. It looked even better in person than it did on your shitty little tv. But how did he get there so fast? You would have noticed if he just walked in. It’s like you were watching reality with special effects. “Wow, it really sprung for the big names.”

“What are they talking about?” Grant leaned in to ask Danielle, who looked at you concerned.

“Grant Gustin, Danielle Panabaker. I met the both of you at SDCC a couple of years ago, after the first season came out. I don’t expect you to remember me, though you certainly made an impression on me,” You chuckled nervously. Danielle shrugged and looked puzzled, before coming closer to you with her hands up. You didn’t make a fuss, only watched carefully as she removed the IV so you were free to move about. “Did they have enough in the budget for Carlos?”

“Who is Carlos?” Grant asked, moving forward. “Is that the person who did this to you, or someone we could track down or...”

“Cisco Ramone? Seriously, what kind of show is this?” You looked between the two actors, frowning now. It had been a bit fun at the start, but the genuinely confused look on their faces was making that run out quick. “Alright, the only thing that I can do from here is pretend that this is serious, so that’s what I’ll do.” You breathed, then got to your feet, realizing that you were still in your pajamas. Well, this certainly is not how you wanted anyone to see you.

“How do you know Cisco?” Danielle asked. You noticed they were avoiding any sort of conversation about this being a show, as though they were scared of the topic. You didn’t blame them. You’d be confused if you were just going about your life and someone showed up and said they knew your life.

“We’ve never met, but I guess you can say that I know a lot about all of you.” You admitted. “I know that sounds crazy but hey, if I somehow slipped from one earth to another, in your words, then anything is possible, right?”

“I’m going to go get Cisco,” Danielle said, backing away, and left the room, leaving you alone with Grant. You stretched your back and took a better look around, noticing that there was no cameras, and the room was indeed closed off - not open like a set. Once Danielle was back with Carlos - it was strange to think of them as their characters when they were standing in front of you - you cleared your throat. “You guys might want to sit down, I have a lot to say.”

When you were done, and having done a short introduction of yourself, the three in front of you seemed to have their minds blown. Grant, no, Barry, had taken off the hood of his costume since you revealed that you knew his identity anyway.

“So somewhere in the multiverse, we’re a TV show. Please tell me I’m played by someone good,” Cisco said, looking at you eagerly.

“You’re played by a guy who looked exactly you. And this is your only real acting gig. It’s great though, you’re fantastic. And Caitlin, you’re Danielle Panabaker, you did, let me think,” You tried to remember other things you’ve seen her in. “A Friday the 13th remake, and a high school superhero film called Sky High. You controlled plants and were hella feminist.” She seemed more troubled at this than happy. “And Grant, sorry, Barry, you also did Glee, which is funny because so did Melissa - er, Supergirl.”

“So this is really all just a TV show? You know all about it?” Barry reiterated.

“Uh - probably, unless I somehow just changed the timeline. Can you tell me about what’s been going on recently? Because by the looks of things, I might actually be ahead of you guys.”

“Tony - he’s made of metal or something. We were fighting and then I just saw you, lying off the side of the road. I couldn’t tell what was wrong, you were just unconscious so I brought you here,” Barry explained. You thought for a moment, Tony, Tony - no, you couldn’t be this far back, could you?

“Tony, as in your childhood villain, Tony?” You asked to be sure.

“That’s where I remember him from!” Barry jumped up. “I knew he looked familiar. But how-”

“This is just season one stuff. You have no idea how crazy things are going to get from here.” You sighed. “This is like, calm before the storm type of things. I could tell you how you eventually defeat him, if you want me to.”

“Season one, how many seasons are there?” Caitlin finally spoke up.

“So far - six.”

“I gotta go tell Harrison about this, he’s going to freak-” Cisco said. At the mention of Harrison Wells, you remembered the twist at the end of the season, and instinctively reached out and grabbed Cisco’s wrist. He stopped, surprised. It was the first contact that you’ve reached out for with any of them. It was still hard to believe that they were real, and you were touching skin. Cisco’s skin.

“It would be extremely dangerous to tell him any of what I’ve just told you,” You said, seriously. “I wish I could tell you, but it would also be dangerous if I did that. Just um - just tell him I’m diabetic and I passed out on the street, and I’m - I don’t know, a cousin or something, because if he finds out who I am and what I know...”

“Do you know who killed my mom?” Barry asked, getting onto his feet.

“Uhh - yes, but - oh god, please don’t make me tell you the big things. I have a really bad feeling about this.”

“Let’s give y/n a little space, okay?” Caitlin said, smiling at you softly. You returned it, knowing that by doing this, you were giving them a little space. You climbed back onto the bed in the medical room and closed your eyes tightly.

You even tried to click your heels three times, muttering, “There’s no place like home,” but that didn’t do anything. You were still here, in the Flashverse. And you had a lot of decisions to make on what to tell them. They weren’t just entertainment now, you could be putting lives at risk. You could be putting your own if Eobard Thawne, under the guise of Harrison Wells, knew that you knew the future. You probably already ruined it by telling them that they had six seasons of adventures ahead of them. You sighed, and went over what you could remember of the first season, especially what was coming up next.

“He seems undefeatable,” Barry said, coming to you in the Medical Bay. A couple of days had already past. Caitlin got you some clothes to change into, and had concocted a story to Harrison about how you had been her neighbor when she was younger. He seemed to buy it and welcome you, which was a bit difficult for you to accept naturally, but you did your best. He still seemed to linger, however, especially when you were alone with one of the members of the team. This was your first one on one talk with Barry since you got here.

“He’s not - Cisco comes up with a way. You defeat him, with a little help from Iris actually. Just give it a little time, and stop trying to just punch him, it’s clearly not working.”

“Does she know who I am?” Barry asked, growing nervous at the mention of Iris’s involvement. “Does she find out when we fight Tony?”

“No, this isn’t how she finds out, but she does eventually. So just keep being careful, alright?”

“Yeah, alright.” Barry nodded. “Hey, have you had a chance to check out Jitters yet?”

“Haven’t really been able to leave this place, no matter how many times I try to explain to Cisco that there’s no Central City in my world so running into a double of me is impossible.”

“Do you want to go, with me?” Barry asked. A flush came across your cheeks. You always thought that Grant Gustin was handsome, and that Barry Allen was an amazing character, so seeing that face, with that personality, and seeing those lips form ‘do you want to go with me’ was overwhelming to you.

“Is this just a ploy so you can go see Iris?” You questioned, trying to play it off cool.

“No, though she might be working. I just thought that since you’re here, I could show you around. Maybe you’ll see something that isn’t in the show.”

“Sure, sure,” You teased, knowing that he was in love with his best friend and that they would one day get married. It was best not to get your hopes up. “Oh, and can we also go to Big Belly Burger? I’ve always wanted to try it.”

Barry laughed at that, but agreed that he would take you there for dinner.

Apart from the danger of being near the big bad from the first season, being here was a dream come true.

You sat across from Barry at a small Jitters table with large coffee mugs in front of you. The place was larger than you thought it would be, but you only were able to see a bit of it due to camera angles. You got what sounded best, while Barry got his usual. And of course, Iris was working. It was just like the show, where she was front and center while there were background characters literally in the background.

“So you know all about us, why don’t you tell me a little about you?” Barry asked, taking a sip from his coffee. He was barely looking over at Iris, it was odd.

“Oh, I’m really not that interesting,” You said, brushing it off. “Not like you guys anyway. My life is pretty pedestrian.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Barry frowned. “There’s got to be something.”

“Well, I live by myself, so apart from my job, I doubt anyone has noticed that I left yet. Thank God I don’t have a pet or else I’d be freaking out about them not being fed,” You chuckled, trying to think of anything that might be of interest. You told him about your job, and how it wasn’t nearly as cool as being a superhero.

“You shouldn’t compare yourself to other people as often. Especially not TV characters,” Barry said, looking a little concerned.

“I guess I do that a lot, huh?” You tried to lighten the mood with a little chuckle. “Is there anything that you want to know, by the way? I mean, I can’t spoil the big things, obviously, but there’s probably some things that I can tell you.”

“There’s one thing that I’ve been thinking about, but you don’t know the answer,” Barry frowned. “How you being here is going to affect the timeline that you know.”

“I hope someone cool plays me in the show,” You mirrored what Cisco had said earlier. This made Barry laugh which was a wonderful sight to see. He was so stressed about this whole Tony thing, and his mother’s investigation. Looking at him smile, you noticed that he hadn’t been looking at Iris throughout the whole conversation, but seemed to have his eyes set only on you. You wondered if - maybe - did he think the same way about you that you thought about him?

“You would definitely be played by someone cool.”

You wiggled around in your seat, a little more bashful than you were before. “Barry, I have to ask-”

You were cut off by a shadow over the table,and it belonged to the one and only Iris West. She was absolutely stunning in person, just as she was on your TV screen. “Nothing else for you two before we close up?”

You were surprised by that, and looked at the clock only to find that you had been there for hours. Wrapping your arms around yourself, feeling shy next to the supermodel beside you, you shook your head.

“Iris,” Barry said, getting to his feet, as if just realizing that she was there. “This is y/n.”

“Thanks for the delicious coffee,” You said, smiling awkwardly. You really did have a problem with comparing yourself to other people. Being here had made that abundantly clear.

“You’re welcome,” Iris said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Barry has been rather busy lately, I’m guessing that’s because of you?”

“A lot of things, but yeah, y/n has been ... helpful.” You nodded along as Barry gave a haphazard explanation for your friendship. The look on Iris’s face showed that she didn’t entirely buy it but she dropped the subject.

“However, we are closing so - Barry, do you want to come for dinner at dad’s house sometime this week?”

“Uh - maybe, I’ll let you know.” Barry stood up and put his coat back on, and you did the same. Both of you left, and once you were out in the night air, you let out a huge breath.

“It’s a bit awkward, isn’t it?” You asked. “Iris is your best friend and you’re in love with her then along comes me and makes it uncomfortable, I’m sorry.”

“You know about that too?” Barry looked at you, then sighed, leading the way towards the fast food place. “Is there anything that you don’t know?”

You thought for a minute, then shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t really know where to go from here. I mean, both the burger place, and in this weird life.” He nodded along, listening to ramble about how you missed your old life a bit, even though it wasn’t nearly as exciting as this. Within a couple of minutes, you had it all out of your system and were finding a place to sit while he ordered the burgers.

“Thought we could eat outside,” Barry said, holding up the bag. You nodded, agreeing with that, and the two of you found yourselves sitting on a nearby bench, looking out at the water. “I know things have really changed for you but, I like having you around.”

“Really?” You squeaked more than said, which made you blush again. You never even blushed this much in the real world, but then again, you didn’t have anyone like Barry Allen in your real life. He looked at you and a little grin came across his face - and you recognized it. It was the same grin that he had when he looked at Iris during the show. “Um - thanks, that’s really nice of you to say.”

Barry’s phone ruined the moment, the annoying beeping not stopping until he took it out of his pocket. “Hold on, it’s Cisco,” He said, and answered it. “Cisco? Yeah, y/n’s with me, really? I thought it would take longer than that... Okay, yeah, we’ll head that way now.” He hung up then put it back into his pocket, and looked over at you. “He found a way to potentially get you back home.”

“Oh, alright,” You said, a little disappointed. It felt like things were only beginning to grow here, like maybe you could have a place, but you knew in your heart it wasn’t right. Any move that you make now could affect the lives of these people. Knowing the future and not being able to tell them was extremely difficult. “Yeah, we should head over there.”

“Y/N...” Barry started, but then stopped as you got up and started to walk away from the bench. He jogged, rather than raced, to catch up with you. “It might not even work-”

“But it might. And then - then I’ll have to be content with watching you all on the television again, once a week, seeing you fight and be in pain, and see bad things happen, and good things and not being able to be there anymore...”

“I’m sorry,” Barry said, looking down at you as the both of you walked, hands shoved deep in his pockets. “I wish you could stay here.”

“Yeah, me too.”

You weren’t as thrilled about the idea of going back as Cisco thought that you would be, but you put a big smile on your face so he wouldn’t feel bad about all the work he put into it. When he explained that he would be attempting to alter your frequencies in the same was as televisions in their world, you just nodded and smiled.

“It was really nice to meet you all, I guess I’ll be seeing you again soon.” Your laugh gave away that you were a bit sad about this. They each gave you a hug - first Caitlin, then Cisco, then Barry, though his seemed to linger for longer.

It wasn’t until you rested your head against his chest that you realized that this was your only chance. At first, you were hesitant to bring it up, but then you looked into his eyes and knew that you had to. “Remember how I was going to ask you something at Jitters?” You licked your lips, still slightly tasting the Big Belly Burger, and wished you had a mint or something.

“Yes,” Barry nodded. You smiled slightly, and tried to think of how to word it. Iris had thrown you off your guard back at the coffee shop, and you had to get those thoughts back together.

“I was going to ask if it would be alright if I considered coffee and the burger as a date. It would be really cool to be the only person on my Earth who can say they had a date with a comic book hero.”

He chuckled at that and you thought for a second you had made him blush, but it could have just been the lights. “We can both call it that,” He agreed.

“And would it be alright if I ended this date ... with a kiss?” Even you couldn’t believe how bold that you were being, and Barry looked a little shocked by it as well. You two had just started to get to know each other but he thought that you were a lot more shy than this. But he nodded his head, so you stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his.

It was a good thing that he also tasted like burger, so neither of you had to feel insecure. Apart from that, it was amazing - there was a storm rumbling in your belly, which was more powerful than any butterflies you’ve ever felt before. It was like being on a roller coaster that was just about to totter down a large drop. It was like coming across untarnished treasure. It was beyond any other kiss that you ever had before, and when it ended, you were holding in tears that you had to leave.

He looked at you sadly as well, and took a couple of steps back. You smiled, because despite the sorrow at leaving, you were happy that it had happened at all. “Alright Cisco, beam me up.”

The last thing that you remembered was him pointing a device at you, and some sort of weird vibration going through your body. And then you woke up, which was startling because you didn’t remember falling asleep. You were back on your couch, with the credits of a recent Flash episode playing on your television. The only thing that was different was your clothes. It wasn’t the pajamas that you had been lounging it, but rather, it was an outfit that Caitlin had found for you, and that you had worn on your date with Barry.

That’s how you know that everything that happened was real, and not just some crazy dream. These were definitely not clothes that you owned.

You sat up and reached for your cellphone which was charging on the armrest of the couch. You saw that your phone was not only fully charged, but that you missed three days of your life, that you had 13 missed calls, 22 text messages and plenty of notifications from phone games - and of course, the ever threatening Duolingo reminders. You swept past those and called your best friend right away. She sounded sleepy as she answered the phone, given that it was almost one in the morning.

“You won’t believe what just happened to me,” You said.

“Does it have something to do with the fact that you’ve been lounging around, not answering your phone for three days?” Your friend yawned.

“Yes, actually, it does. I just went on a date with The Flash.”

You waited for your friends reaction to either think it was a joke, or be utterly surprised. It turned out to be neither. “Y/N, I know, you’ve been saying that since that episode came out.” You could hear them rolling their eyes from here. “Yes, there was a character with the same name as you back in season one, we get it, can I go back to sleep now?”

“Yeah, sure,” You said, and hung up. You looked blankly at the TV as another episode started. A rerun, but from season five, not the season that you were in. You rested back against the couch and watched it, a longing in your heart to return back to the show. You wouldn’t be able to watch it without remembering the feeling of Barry’s lips.

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