real beta

Middle School Headcanons

-Alphas using way too much scent enhancing spray because they think they will be more appealing to Omegas but really it just makes the air around them kind of suffocating and people low-key avoid getting too close to them

-Some kids, mainly Omegas and Betas, try to conceal their dynamic because they are worried about being picked on or made to feel uncomfortable about it

-An Omega just starting to wear makeup and pleading until their Beta friend allows the Omega to practice on them…then freaking out because the thickly applied blue eyeshadow makes it look like they were beat up and it doesn’t completely wash off for a few days

-Rumors spreading about who has scented who when really nobody has scented anybody…intentionally

-Accidental scenting can happen though, because young Alphas, Omegas and even Betas aren’t used to being able to scent each other yet so they’ll go to hug a friend goodbye and accidentally press their neck just a little too close to the other person’s…and it’s super awkward every time it happens, especially if it happens to an Alpha/Omega pair because then everybody talks about whether or not it was actually accidental

-Female Omegas getting their male Omega friends to try wearing feminine clothes to school for the first time, it’s not an uncommon thing for male Omegas to dress that way but middle schoolers tend to make everything into a bigger deal than it is

-Bathroom gossip where an Omega lies about having had their first heat over the summer because they think their friends will think it’s cool that they were the first in the group to experience it

-Teachers having to make sure no Alphas sit beside each other in class because they are too disruptive when put too close together, most Alphas have to be seated with a Beta because they become to distracted when seated next to an Omega

-A group of friends trying to guess the dynamics of students they don’t know based on their appearance alone

-Alphas being overly obnoxious and loud because they want Omegas to pay attention to them but when the Omegas actually do acknowledge them the Alphas insult them because they don’t want the Omega to think they actually wanted their attention even though they did

Monsta X as Werewolves

Pace yourself with the scenarios and reactions okay? But i want to request Monsta X as werewolves, 🐕 since you have a lot of vampires. 🦇

I will, thank you for the concern! This is my first werewolf!au and I LOVE au’s so this was so much fun to write :D I hope you enjoy this and have a lovely day, anon! ~


Shownu:

  • You were convinced he hated you at first,, He would often stare you down, or avoid you, or leave if you entered a room. As the newest to the group, you often wondered why you were let in when the leader didn’t even like you
  • Frustrated, you vented your feelings to Minhyuk while you were partnered up for a task. He laughed at your worries; “He doesn’t hate you! It’s actually the opposite - He thinks you’re so beautiful that he can’t stand to be around you!”
  • With this new info in mind, you start to test Minhyuk’s confession. You showed more skin, would frequently corner Shownu to “ask” him something, often brushing against him
  • While working with Minhyuk, he vented about you. “I’m loosing my mind! I can’t think straight anymore!” and with a meek voice, Minhyuk admitted that he might have told you about his crush
  • Now aware of your game, Shownu teased you back
  • And this back and forth flirtation resulted in a relationship … after a night of passion
  • With mating season drawing near, the leader had locked himself away, afraid of loosing all control and taking you on the ground, with everyone around
  • But knowing his reason, you “visited” him and helped relieve his stress
  • So yeah,, basically, he’s the pack Dad and you’re the pack Mom (regardless of the gender you identify with)

Originally posted by sonhyunu

Wonho:

  • Kind of a fuckboy but a nice one, does that make sense?? He has a big heart and wants to share it with everyone, male or female, human or werewolf
  • That’s why it’s no surprise when he ends up in your bed one night, not caring that you were human. What is surprising, however, is when he wakes up to see you gone, a note stuck to his forehead: ‘I’m out. Be gone before I’m back.’ The cold tone cracks his heart. He’s not used to being left, usually being the one to leave
  • He can’t get you out of his mind so after a few weeks, he tracks you down again
  • “I’m that good that you sniffed me out again?” you tease but he doesn’t laugh
  • He looks very serious, stood on your doorstep with a single rose in hand. “That’s not why I came back. I want to know … Can I take you out to dinner?”
  • You humour him, more so looking for a casual fling. But Hoseok surprises you that under that handsome man, is the biggest sweetheart you’ve ever met
  • Although neither of you make it official, you know your hearts belong to each other 

Originally posted by bunnywonho

Minhyuk:

  • Not really a werewolf, more of a werepuppy
  • He’s in charge of easing newbies into the pack and entertaining the kiddies while the adults do work
  • It was when he was younger, only a teen, that an orphaned wolf was put into his care. You weren’t much younger than him, so the bond never became anything fatherly. And he was too playful to be taken seriously anyway. He was more of like a close best friend, who also happened to be your guardian
  • Minhyuk took care of you diligently, often bringing you back pretty stones or other things he’d found while hunting. An almost perfect condition wrist watch was one of his greatest finds and you treasured it
  • So when you got into a fight with a fellow wolf, who smashed it, you saw red. After nearly killing her, Shownu was on bad terms with you. You almost were kicked out of the pack. But when Minhyuk found out why you had flipped, he fought to keep you
  • And now you were even more indebted to him
  • Minhyuk felt bad about the incident, often bringing the girl you fought medicine to help her recover. This annoyed you to no end and you often tried to stop him visiting her
  • “Why??” he asked eventually. “Don’t you want her to live?”
  • “No,” you admit, the blood rushing to your cheeks. “She broke my second most precious thing and is going to take my most precious thing away.”
  • “Your second most precious thing is that pocket watch I found you, right? So what’s your most important thing?”
  • Shyly, you buried your blushing face into his chest. And he grinned from ear to ear
  • “So cute!! You love me?! Why didn’t you tell me before?! I love you too!”

Originally posted by wonhuff

Kihyun:

  • Was sent on a task to track down a human. He was told that they held important information about the wolf world that they shouldn’t know
  • Eventually he found you, working at a bookstore in town. You looked harmless, stacking books, but an order was an order
  • He kidnapped you as you walked home that night, done with your shift. And interrogated you. Except it wasn’t much of an interrogation. You were terrified, shaking like a leaf; “I don’t know anything! I seen a boy turn into a wolf and that’s it!” Your heart doesn’t falter so he knows it’s the truth
  • But he can’t let you leave. You didn’t know as much as Shownu thought, but knowing was all it took to warrant an execution. Except he couldn’t; it felt like trying to slaughter a baby lamb
  • Instead, he brought you pack to the pack. It took months until you felt comfortable around them, having been afraid they might snap and kill you
  • Kihyun took charge of you, making sure no wolf messed with you, and sometimes breaking rules to make you happy. You weren’t allowed to return home, but he would let you write your family letters to assure them you’re safe and alive
  • One morning, a female wolf started to pick a fight with you, threatening your life; “If it weren’t for Kihyuns protection, you’d be dead long ago.”
  • “Why does he protect me?”
  • “He loves you, dumbass. Luckily for you”
  • Kihyun bursts in suddenly, scaring her off and wrapping you in a hug: “Are you okay? Did she hurt you?” He scanned your face for any sign of fear, instead he found you smiling. “What’s so funny?”
  • Reaching up, you press a kiss to his lips; “I love you too, idiot”

Originally posted by wonhobe

Hyungwon:

  • Your first impression of him was rather negative. As a new pack member, you worked hard to fit in and impress your leader,, yet someone so high up like Hyungwon did nothing but sleep all the time. And if he wasn’t sleeping, he had this bitchy look on his face
  • It wasn’t until a neighbouring pack tried to start something, that you understood the real Hyungwon
  • A beta from the rival pack attacked you, both of you in wolf form, and your shoulder was badly injured
  • Hyungwon snapped that beta’s neck, nursing you back to health, and fussing over the others that were injured. He had a gentle, warm touch as he tended to your injury. And you even seen him sing one of the youngest to sleep, a 9 year old girl that lost her mother in the fight with the rival pack
  • Once better, you kind of just followed him around?? You wanted to repay him so you would fetch whatever herbs he wanted, or a rabbit if he was hungry, and for his birthday, you bought him the fluffiest pillows you could find
  • Hyungwon immediately fell for you
  • One evening, as the sun was setting, you returned to him with a basket of flowers he’d asked you to pick; “What are they for, Wonnie?”
  • “You’ll see,” he promised, arranging the flowers into a bouquet before handing them to you. “They’re for you. I wanted you to pick the prettiest flowers because my eyes don’t see beauty like yours do. That’s one of the reasons I love you.”
  • “That’s cute but be honest,, you made me pick them so you wouldn’t have to get out of bed, right??”
  • *avoiding the q* “So are you free tonight?”

Originally posted by wonhontology

Jooheon:

  • Either or aggressive or soft, so he can be unpredictable. This is made worse during the full moon or mating season
  • Usually, newbies to the pack are assigned to keep watch on him, mainly cause no one actually wants to deal with Jooheon when he’s mad or acting clingy and cute
  • As the newest member, you’re given this job
  • Only you don’t react like everyone else has
  • You humour his cute side, scratching behind his ear (just how he likes it) when he’s in wolf form, smiling at his aegyo, bringing him extra food when he’s hungry even tho the other wolves call him chubby but he’s not leave him alone
  • And you listen when he’s mad or frustrated, helping him control his aggression until after a few months, Jooheon learns how to be calm, even during a full moon
  • He grows to realize that his aggression was misunderstood sadness; he was lonely, wanting a companion to love him and maybe have a litter with
  • Although he realizes this, it takes him another long year before he actually confesses. He had been too afraid of loosing you or getting rejected. His pack hated seeing him hold back like that so they eventually pushed him to confess
  • “Do you, uh, wanna go running in our wolf forms?? I mean, like, not just running. But as a … date??”

Originally posted by trainingpanda

I.M:

  • Generally in control of himself,, although he hates humans, he never kills one unless they deserve it
  • Only looses control during mating season
  • Driven by lust, he breaks away from the pack, searching for someone to ease his carnal hunger
  • He stumbles upon an omega, you, wandering through the forest alone. You had smelled him coming from miles away, knowing what he was hunting for
  • You stayed,, wanting to feed your desire too
  • The morning after, he turns shy and soft. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so forceful last night.” Although he knows your bruises will heal quickly, that doesn’t make him feel any less bad
  • “That’s okay. I like a man who takes control. So do you wanna get breakfast or something?”
  • Tbh he didn’t know you, but the night before was pretty damn good so hell yeah, let’s get some f*cking eggs and bacon
  • “My treat,” he offers

Originally posted by won-kyun

I’m immensely proud of myself so I’m putting this here. I’ve had an awesome writing month! Here are my current stats for my original novel using the awesome app Writeometer. (These stats do not include the four fanfic updates I also completed). I WILL complete this novel.

Rebel Teen Seiji AU

A SYRM AU where Iwaizumi doesn’t find Oikawa until 15-16 years later, when they’re in their mid-thirties and Seiji is in high school:


·Iwaizumi gets transferred to a hospital in Tokyo and is moving into his apartment when the door opens next door and his neighbor pops out to see what the commotion is about.

·It’s Oikawa. He may have not seen Oikawa in over ten years, but he’d never forget his childhood best friend, his courtside partner, the one he let get away.

·Distantly Iwaizumi remembers that Oikawa had gone to university in Tokyo so it made sense that he was still living here.

·Oikawa is wearing an apron and holding a ladle in his hand, looking incredibly domestic. It makes Iwaizumi’s heart clench, of course Oikawa has settled down. In fact, it was probably weird that Iwaizumi hadn’t yet.

·Oikawa’s eyes widen as he takes in Iwaizumi’s face, eyes trailing down his whole frame before flitting back to stare into Iwaizumi’s own eyes.

·“Iwa-chan!?” I-Is that you?” Oikawa drops the ladle in his hand and curses as it clatters to the ground.

·Iwaizumi bends down to pick it up and offers it to him. “…It really is you Oikawa. It’s been a while.” Iwaizumi finds himself a little breathless.

·“It has…” Oikawa takes the ladle carefully from Iwaizumi, holds it close almost like a child would hold a security blanket. “I hope you’ve been well, Iwa-chan.”

·Iwaizumi’s gaze lingers on Oikawa’s hands and notices he isn’t wearing a wedding ring. His scent doesn’t smell like his mate either, but Iwaizumi quashes the small amount of hope bubbling in his chest. Oikawa is cooking, so he might have taken his ring off, and maybe he uses scent blockers.

·Oikawa seems particularly flustered, cheeks red and fidgeting restlessly, but Iwaizumi figures that Oikawa had assumed they would never see each other again. Oikawa was never at the team reunions either, completely gone from the day he ran from home all those years ago.

·Iwaizumi had the distinct feeling that Oikawa had been avoiding him, but that ache had eased away with all the years that had passed. Though now, with Oikawa right in front of him, close enough to touch, the sting in his heart returned.

·Iwaizumi has an arm outstretched towards Oikawa before he realizes it, but a voice stops him from reaching Oikawa.

·“What are you doing to my Mom?” A teen comes stomping towards them from the top of the stairs and he’s wearing a hoodie and sweats, with a duffle bag strapped across his chest.

·When he gets within a foot of Iwaizumi, the boy knocks his head back to glare at him, and his hood falls. Iwaizumi freezes in shock.

·This boy is the spitting image of Oikawa, but his mess of curls are black, his face has a light scatter of freckles, and his eyes are hazel. He’s about as tall as Iwaizumi, and extremely pissed with a ferocity that Iwaizumi had never seen in Oikawa himself. But the anger the teen was expressing felt really familiar for some reason.

·“Seiji! You’re home.” Iwaizumi heard Oikawa say.

·“Yeah,” Seiji says. He circles around Iwaizumi like a predator stalking his prey before standing next to Oikawa. “Who’s this scrub?”

·Iwaizumi can tell this kid is a beta, but he seems more threatening than an alpha. He’s got a lot denser muscle than Oikawa had at that age (outside of volleyball, Seiji boxes), coupled with the ever-present grumpy expression and abrasive tone, the boy is intimidating.

·“Seiji, come inside and go to your room,” Oikawa sighs.

·“Not until this alpha harassing you at our door answers me.” Seiji puffs his chest out a little.

·“Seiji,” Oikawa says sternly.

·“But Ma—”

·“To your room now. I won’t repeat myself. You’re home late again. This man is fine, he’s—an old friend. So head inside already, your dinner is in the fridge.”

·Seiji pouts and for the first time since Iwaizumi has seen him, Seiji actually looks like Oikawa.

·“Ugh fine,” Seiji eventually relents, turning on his heel and going inside.

·Awkward silence ensues a bit after Seiji is gone.

·“Sorry,” Oikawa laughs tiredly. “He’s in his rebellious phase, I think.”

·Oikawa shuffles his feet a bit before banging and crashing from inside alert him, and he gives Iwaizumi a hasty goodbye before yelling “Seiji!” and shutting the door.

·After that reunion, Iwaizumi and Oikawa run into each other pretty often on the way to and from work, or doing everyday tasks like grocery shopping and taking out the trash.

·Slowly they fall into comfortable casual conversations again.

·Iwaizumi avoids broaching the subject of Seiji’s father though, it’s not his business, especially when Oikawa had been missing for more than decade. (Iwaizumi does find it odd the with all their run-ins, he’s yet to see a spouse)

·One day, Oikawa seems particularly worn-out and worried, so Iwaizumi has no choice to ask what’s wrong.

·Oikawa sighs with a bleak smile. “My son is a good kid… but he’s been acting out a lot lately. Maybe it’s my fault; being raised be a single parent isn’t easy, and I’m an omega no less.”

·Iwaizumi tries not to be shocked by this new bit of knowledge. A lot of things concerning Seiji’s behavior and Oikawa’s actions suddenly made sense.

·“Oikawa, it’s pretty clear your son loves and adores you.” More like Seiji was such a mama’s boy he was furiously protective of his mother.

·“I know, but—”

·“I’m pretty sure it’s just adolescence getting to him. You remember how we were at that age, always at each other’s throats, impatient, and constantly pent up with energy we weren’t sure how to expend…”

·Oikawa laughs at that and the tension diffuses.

·A couple of days later Iwaizumi runs into Seiji at the gym (Iwaizumi was doing some cardio, but on his way to the locker room he walks past a separate room with a boxing ring and finds Seiji taking quick jabs at a punching bag in the corner.

·Iwaizumi approaches him and Seiji glares at him when he sees him.

·“Stay away from my mom,” Seiji growls at him.

·“I’m your neighbor, that’s going to be a little hard,” Iwaizumi calmly replies.

·“Listen man,” Seiji says, ripping the headphones out of his ears. Iwaizumi can faintly hear music from a band he likes playing from them. “The last thing my mom needs is an old flame or whatever you are to mess with him, ok?”

·Seiji shoulders past him and picks up his duffle bag. “My mom has no interest in dating. Hasn’t since I was born, and probably even before that when whoever my piece of shit father was left him. Plenty of guys like you have showed up to bother my mom before, so leave him alone.”

·With that, Seiji walks toward the door, but Iwaizumi calls after him.

·“Maybe you should go home early enough to eat dinner with your mother sometimes.”

·Seiji slams the door on his way out.

·A few weeks later Iwaizumi gets a patient and it’s Seiji, accompanied by a panicked teammate.

·Seiji is sulking with a sprained ankle. He definitely looks like his mother now.

·Iwaizumi examines and treats Seiji professionally, while Seiji attempts to burn a hole in Iwaizumi’s head through his intense glare.

·A nurse goes in to teach Seiji how to wrap his ankle, massage it, ice it, rest it, etc. Iwaizumi goes out to see the teammate Seiji came with sitting outside with his head in his hands, muttering “it’s all my fault.”

·Iwaizumi asks him what’s wrong, mostly to diffuse his panic and prevent him from going into an attack.

·The teammate explains how he had been accompanying Seiji for late-night extra practices on his spikes and serve receives [truly like Iwaizumi, I know] but he tossed the ball to Seiji bad, yet Seiji still tried to slam it down, landing funny on his foot and then falling over because the landing rolled his ankle.

·Iwaizumi wants to laugh almost, but he’s livid that Seiji has the same self-destructive tendencies as his mother.

·Iwaizumi sends the boy home telling him not to worry, and then goes to turn in Seiji’s paperwork, as well as make a call.

·He finds Seiji later trying to hobble out of his room discretely, but Iwaizumi stops him.

·“You can’t leave yet.”

·He glares. “You’re not the boss of me. I’m leaving.”

·“You need a crutch, and you have a prescription pickup for a pain killer.”

·“I don’t have the money on hand for that, so no can do.”

·“I know. Which is why I called your mother.”

·“You did what!?” Seiji seethes.

·Just as Seiji hisses those words, Oikawa comes in with “Seiji!”

·Seiji’s face immediately into falls from anger to horror. “Ma, I—”

·“What were you thinking!?” Oikawa yells, and Seiji flinches just the slightest.

·“It’s not that big a deal—” Seiji weakly argues.

·“Iwa-chan told me you need a crutch and pain killers! Don’t try to write this off as ‘not a big deal,’ young man.” Oikawa says, with a trademark parent look of disapproval.

·Seiji whips around to glare at Iwaizumi and Iwaizumi tries not to feel smug.

·“I’m really fine Mom,” Seiji says when he turns back to Oikawa.

·“How can you be serious about volleyball if you don’t treat yourself, your own body, seriously?” Oikawa asks.

·Something snaps, Iwaizumi can feel it.

·“I’m as serious about volleyball as you are!” Seiji snarls.

·Again, his anger isn’t like Oikawa’s. Oikawa’s anger is a quiet intensity that chills people to the people to the bone, elicits fear from a person’s very core. Seiji’s anger was more explosive, more aggressive, more forceful, something that overwhelms a person and sweeps everything else away. Iwaizumi has felt that anger before, but he doesn’t remember where.

·Oikawa stares at Seiji impassively, having obvious experience with this anger for a very long time.

·“That’s rich coming from you, Ma! Everyone knows you pushed your body past its limits when you were practicing!”

·“Then why are you repeating my mistakes?”

·“I just want to be as good as you were! I want to make you proud, I, I…” Seiji’s voice breaks with emotion.

·“Seiji…” Oikawa murmurs sadly.

·Iwaizumi claps his hands loudly to draw their attention to him. “Alright, that’s enough out of both of you. You’re both being idiots. Seiji, you need to relax, you’re only a first year in high school. You have time to grow, and you can do so without injuring yourself. Oikawa, don’t be so hard on Seiji. He’s a kid, he’s bound to push himself and make mistakes, I know you’re concerned don’t make him feel worse for it. Think about the position you put your own parents did all those years ago.”

·Oikawa and Seiji wore matching pouts by the end of Iwaizumi’s speech, properly chastised.

·Finally, Oikawa sighs. “Iwa-chan’s right. I’m sorry Seiji. I was too harsh. I’m happy you aren’t hurt more than this. Now please practice patience while you heal up.” Oikawa pulls Seiji into a hug when he’s done speaking.

·Seiji’s lip wobbles and he closes his eyes as he buried his face in Oikawa’s shoulder and returns the hug. When he pulls away, he quickly swipes at his eyes.

·“How long am I on the bench for?” he asks Iwaizumi with a slightly petulant expression.

·“Three weeks,” Iwaizumi told him.

·Seiji’s eyes widened much like his mother’s when Oikawa was surprised, but he quickly schools his expression by taking a deep calming breath, something Iwaizumi remembers teaching Oikawa when they were in high school.

·“…Ok.”

·Oikawa squeezes Seiji’s shoulder as he helps him away, giving a small wave to Iwaizumi as they left.

·Iwaizumi waves back with a fluttering in his heart. He knew what these feelings were, he knew they never really went away with Oikawa, but he also knew how sensitive his son was. He couldn’t intrude on what Oikawa and his son had.

·Seiji goes to the hospital periodically for checkups on his ankle, and on one visit, he holds out a bento box with the hand that wasn’t gripping his crutch.

·“What’s this?” Iwaizumi asks.

·“Gift from my Mom. He told me to give it to you if I saw you. So here.”

·Iwaizumi takes it. “Thank you.”

·“Whatever. I guess it’s ok for you to talk to my Mom. He looks happy after conversations with you.”

·After Seiji gets better and can’t deliver bentos anymore, Oikawa invites Iwaizumi over to have dinner.

·Seiji turns up to dinner more often then, on the excuse that he has to monitor Iwaizumi to make sure he didn’t do anything weird.

·Seiji ends up suffering through watching his Mom and their neighbor flirting like crazy, and he feels his dinner coming back up.

·“Ma… Are you sure you and Iwa-san aren’t, like, an item?”

·Oikawa drops the plate he’s washing and it clatters in the sink but thankfully doesn’t break.

·“S-S-Seiji, what are you even saying honey? Go to bed Sei-chan.”

·Seiji narrows his eyes. His mother never called him ‘Sei-chan’ unless he was trying to distract him.

·Seiji decides he’s going to get to the bottom of this.

·Meanwhile Iwaizumi and Oikawa are getting so close it was almost like they never had that huge clunk of time splintering their relationship.

·Almost.

·Iwaizumi tells himself it was because they were so used to each other that they were able to fall into their rhythm so easily again, not like they were soulmates or anything.

·Iwaizumi and Seiji also begin to bond with each other, Seiji looks less grumpy and more often happy, comes home more often, and stops pushing himself so much. He learns to accept mistakes me makes and grow from them. It makes Seiji more relaxed.

·Still, Seiji starts to go through everything in storage, finds old pictures of his mother and Iwaizumi as children, classmates, teammates. He finds old gameplay videos, watches them play perfectly on court with a tightness in his chest. But there was nothing past high school.

·After days, Seiji is about to give up when he sees something stick out of an old dusty book at the bottom of a box.

·Of course it’s a theory book on aliens. Seiji rolls his eyes as he plucks a letter from between the pages.

·It’s fully addressed to a residence in Hokkaido, dated about five years ago. Iwaizumi’s full name is written on the front.

·Seiji swallows nervously as he opens the sealed envelope and reads the letter.

·“Dear Iwa-chan,

·I don’t know where to begin. It’s been ten years since I last saw you. And Hajime, I…I have something I should have told you years ago. The thing is…”

·Seiji finishes the letter and his whole body is trembling. He doesn’t know what emotion is exactly wracking his body, but the letter is crushed in his clenched fist.

·He emerges from the storage room and slams the door behind him.

·Oikawa is reading on the couches and jumped at the sound, putting his book down and setting his glasses aside.

·“Seiji? I told you not to slam doors.”

·“How could you!? Why didn’t you tell me that Iwa-san is my father?”

·Oikawa’s face pales and his eyes flit to the letter in Seiji’s hand.

·“Where did you get that letter?”

·“Don’t change the subject! Tell me why!”

·“Seiji, Iwa-chan doesn’t even know you’re his son. Hell, he doesn’t know he’s a father.”

·“What?” The rage drains out of Seiji. He remembers the letter’s words, and realizes that he had been blinded with shock in learning his father’s identity, but the letter was a confession about Seiji.

·“Seiji, please calm down and let me explain,” Oikawa says, approaching Seiji.

·Seiji shakes his head. “I need to clear my head.”

·He leaves the apartment. And doesn’t return for two days.

·Oikawa is obviously distraught and on the verge of calling the police. Iwaizumi finds him like this, and Oikawa tells him everything, even showing Iwaizumi the letter Seiji had found. Oikawa is breaking down; he doesn’t care that he revealed his greatest secret. He’d give away any secret to get his son back.

·Iwaizumi surprisingly holds it together. He hands the letter back to Oikawa and tells him that he’ll find Seiji.

·Iwaizumi doesn’t have to look far. He finds the closest open field and sure enough Seiji is sitting there, staring up at the stars. Iwaizumi’s heart clenches because Seiji looks so much like Oikawa.

·Iwaizumi sits next to him and Seiji jumps. “Iwa-san!”

·Iwaizumi ruffles his hair. “Hey there. Thinking hard?”

·“If you’re here…does that mean Mom told you?”

·Iwaizumi nods, but doesn’t look away from the stars, tracks constellations he and Oikawa mapped as children. Iwaizumi nearly wishes he could return to such simpler times with Oikawa, but if he did, he wouldn’t be sitting next to his son at this moment.

·“Are you angry with him?” Seiji asks tentatively.

·“A little. But it’s more complicated than that. At the time he got pregnant, Oikawa and I were going separate ways for university. A relationship wouldn’t be very feasible, let alone raising a child together. One of us would have to make sacrifices. Oikawa made the choice for both of us. If I was younger, I might have yelled at him to stop shouldering burdens all on his own. A part of me still wants to.” Iwaizumi pauses. “The fact is we can’t change the past, but only move forward from where our pasts have led us. And you must realize Seiji, your mother loves you and did everything to protect you.”

·Seiji wipes his eyes briefly. “You really love Mom, don’t you?”

·“I do.” Iwaizumi stares into the color of his own eyes reflected in Seiji’s.

·“That’s what I don’t understand! If you two love each other, why couldn’t we have been a family sooner?”

·Iwaizumi sighs. “A lot has happened, years of estrangement and miscommunication. It’s my fault for not looking for Tooru harder, not fighting to be by his and your side.”

·Seiji stares at the grass, chewing his lip. Then he stands. “I’ll go to my friend’s place and pick up my stuff, and then I’ll head home. Let my Mom know?”

·Iwaizumi stands. “Sure.” Before Seiji leaves, Iwaizumi pulls him into a hug.

·A normalcy is established between the three of them afterwards, but the relationship seems a little shaky. One day while Iwaizumi is over, Seiji accidentally calls him “Dad” and everyone freezes.

·It leads to the three of them sitting down and discussing all their feelings, and It’s decided that given Oikawa and Iwaizumi were practically dating (“Just be official about it already, god,” Seiji groans) they should function as a family unit.

·The live like that for a few months until Seiji has a breakdown one day when he gets scared that Iwaizumi might leave, but Iwaizumi comforts him with telling him that he had been thinking of proposing.

·“You don’t think it’s too late for formalities?”

·“’Course not Dad! Mom will be so happy he might faint.”

·“Are you sure…?”

·“Don’t worry Pops, I got this!” Seiji says with a wink, looking far too mischievous and like Oikawa for Iwaizumi’s liking.

·Seiji tries to hint at more commitment to Oikawa, but spins it in a way that makes it sound like Iwaizumi wants to leave him.

·Chaos in the Iwaizumi-Oikawa household is averted when Iwaizumi pulls out the ring.

·Iwaizumi nearly gets a concussion when Oikawa tackles him to the floor, and Seiji dogpiles on top of them, nearly killing both of his parents.

That feel when you get your friends interested in things you’re interested in lol

So this is a long shot but is there anyone who would be willing to beta for me.

I’m working on a Gravebone Changling AU (sort of) right now that has eaten my brain. It came from a weird dream I had when on painkillers for a minor head injury, so yeaaah… I really need to get the whole thing out so I can go back to my existing wips.

I think it will be about 30-40 k words by the time it’s finished. Maybe longer.

Ideally looking for someone to keep track of errant commas, tense drifts, plot holes and characterisation. Hopefully you would be willing to spit ball about ideas, do a bit of hand holding etc.

Would be great if you like faerie lore etc but aren’t a stickler for exact “rules” I guess. I’ve basically just borrowed from everything I’ve ever read and come up with a hodge podge of crap that fitted the story I wanted to tell.

My AO3 page is here to give you an idea of what my writing’s like. http://archiveofourown.org/users/Abi_A/works

This is gonna skew a bit smuttier than what I write. Will have het and slash and … some odd stuff. (Not necessarily odd for this fandom, but odd for me).

Anyway give us a shout if you feel like thats something you’d be up for and we’ll take it from there.

are you really feelin’ it?

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The scrape on her knee is raw and angry, with spider-webbing lines of red rising from beneath the grime and torn skin. It looks awful, and Mari dreads to imagine what her bruised, battered face must resemble. She flinches when Kanan presses gauze to to her chin, and swears softly as the peroxide seeps into the wound.

“Hold still,” Kanan warns, the brush of her fingers soft against Mari’s cheek. She dabs at the scrape on Mari’s chin, maneuvering her tweezers with a careful hand. The sting of rubbing alcohol is unpleasant at the best of times–now, with Mari sodden and shivering, the sensation is almost unbearable.

“Ow…” Mari whines. Her lower lip brushes the wet cotton, and she wrinkles her nose at its acrid tang. Kanan draws back, eyebrows raised. “Kanan, it hurts!”

“Don’t ‘Kanan’ me–and of course it does! You fell flat on your face.” She taps the gauze against Mari’s nose. There is a scrape there too, and Mari winces at the sting. “If we don’t treat these properly, you might scar.”

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Friction

to celebrate valentine’s day, i have written a fake dating/college au oneshot. warnings: fluff, ust, awkwardness, swearing, a broken nose (blood), and maka harboring a secret crush. this is also on ffn and ao3. shoutout to lunar and proma for looking this over!


Drowsy, heavy-lidded eyes peer at her when the door finally creaks open, unfocused and squinting under the strain of adjusting to the fluorescent hallway lighting. Mumbling incoherently while shifting to lean on the casing for support is the height of Soul Evans’s coordination right now. The hem of his long-sleeved shirt bunches up as he slides a hand to lazily scratch up and down his flat stomach. He is blessed with a snowy-white trail of hair that leads beneath the waistband of his dangerously low-riding pajama bottoms.

Maka can’t help but stare. No one ever warned her that her sexual awakening would occur at three in the morning as she stands on a candy wrapper littered welcome mat, desperate, her fists sore from pounding too hard on his door.

Yet here she is, three seconds away from jumping up to wrap her legs around him. Hopefully they would land on his bed, but the floor is fine, too. It’s honestly too late to be thinking rationally. She blames the “Annual Valentine’s Day Cute Couple Contest!” poster she ripped off the bulletin board earlier and her competitive streak for inspiring the idea to ask her longtime secret crush for a favor.

“Tell me when you’re done staring,” he yawns, slumping even further onto the doorframe. What she finds charming about tousled hair, a husky voice, and straight, pointy teeth that only add an intimidating effect when combined with his reticent demeanor is a mystery she doesn’t want solved. On the rare occasion when he does smile, though, it stirs a bubbly heat in her belly, one that could melt metal, and these moments are little pockets of bliss.

“…I’m not,” she lies inexpertly, knees wobbly, feverish. “I’m here to tell you something.”

Thick eyelashes bat slowly, a sure sign that he’s in the process of falling asleep standing up. “Hurry up then. I don’t have all night, Albarn-”

“Date me!”

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Shoutout for all you betas

Listen.  I’m gonna real talk for a minute here, because this needs to be said. This is a post to say a huge THANK YOU to all of you who beta for the writers in the fandom.  

The ones who put off their own writing and stories to spend hours upon hours picking through ours with a fine toothed comb, catching every dumb grammar mistake and finding that one word that the writer couldn’t think of.  Thank you.

The ones who know when to be blunt with the feedback and what needs to be changed, but also know when sugar coating is necessary because the writer is at their wits end with their story. Thank you. 

The ones who listen to/read 30 minutes worth of messages complaining about how the writer has yet again written themselves into a corner and there’s no way out (there’s always a way out, though).  Thank you. 

The ones who brainstorm for hours, digging into the plot lines and characters mentality with the writer, when the writers know damn well that you’re also in the process of crafting your own story.  Thank you. 

The ones who expect nothing in return, other than a huge and much deserved thank you.  Thank you.

The ones who offer constant support and love, and love the writers story just as much as if it were their own.  Thank you. 

To the ones who polish the shit out of your story, making that piece of work that the writer struggled with for so long shine like a damn diamond.  Thank you.

To the writers in the fandom, treat your betas well.  Love them for everything they do for you, and take time out of your day to support their work in return, because they’re doing what they do out of the kindness of their hearts.  Be appreciative of the support and help they’re offering to you, and give them the support and respect they deserve.  

Our betas are the real MVP. 

Am I the only one who feel’s like AJHQ is sabotaging their own game? Between Aparri, the live stream files and them generally ignoring regular players, it feels like the game is going down hill. And again, the rarity system is all kinds of jacked,why add rares and have this system then add old betas and raise the rarity of real betas??? It’s a mess…

I’m remembering why I quit :T

But I already paid for a 3 month membership and I’ve got two to go, so… hopefully something changes.