#and all my senior stuff and i know it was a spike but it fucking sucked so why do you get to go to this concert when you’ve been to redacted
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also ok . i know i have been irlposting way too much but my parents are going to a concert 2 hrs away tmrrw for a Very Famous Person and it’s outdoors but certain to be crowded and it’s like uhmmmmm. a little ironic and frustrating is all. not to mention i am afraid for my siblings and my lives a little bit and also for my parents lives or whatever. lol
#purrs#like the way my *** terrorized ne for wanting to. and i repeat. walk around campus without even seeing anyone. but now you’re going to an#outdoor concert and will likely be the only one wearing masks? idk. i don’t like it. and we have nowhere in the house for anyone to isolate#so if they get it we will all get it. and i DO NOT want to get it. i do not want it. i want it to stay away from me. my throat felt a tiny#bit funny on tuesday (it was ok i just swallowed something wrong) and was so intensely anxious about FEELING myself get covid by the second#that i couldn’t focus on my work and barely got anything done. and this feels like a recipe for disaster. like the absolute irony of our#family being on lockdown STILL and barely going anywhere and me having to fight to work in person 2 days a week with like basically 1 person#in the office who wears a kn95 / n95 at all times…. and then you go to a fucking ***** **** concert in one of the front rows where ppl are#gonna rush the stage etc etc. it just is scaring me. i know my mom would be devastated to not go but also like. lol. i missed my graduation#and all my senior stuff and i know it was a spike but it fucking sucked so why do you get to go to this concert when you’ve been to redacted#concerts like 50x in your life… idk. bitter and jealous about it but it just infuriates me because if it was something i cared about a lot#she would shut it down bc it would endanger all of us and now here she is taking THE biggest risk anyone in our family has taken since#my brothers graduation which was also outdoors at a concert venue but like. most ppl were masked and rates were rly low and it wasn’t a#concert. this is very different. idk. im so scared i will get it i do not want covid i od not want long covid i want my brain exactly the#way it is i want my body exactly the way it is i want my life exactly the way it is and it just feels uhhhhh unfair and cruel. lawl#ALSO NOT TO MENTIKN the part i left out which is like… what if someone Does Someting. lol. i will lose my shit all day tomorrow and all#weekend too. i can’t take it i really can’t#also ok yeha i didn’t finish that thought but like the double standard of it. ***** **** is her lifelong idol so she can go see him at this#huge fucking dangerous concert but i can’t meet up with my friends in groups of 1-3 outdoors masked distanced etc. like ok#it’s the whole im the parent you’re the child shit. well it’s gonna be really funny if she gets us covid after putting me thru hell in#2020 in ways that have permanently damaged our relationship. play stupid games win stupid prizes and this is the DEFINITION of a stupid game
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SDAU, Artificial Alpha, Failure To Launch
Word Count: 580
“What do you mean it ain’t gonna work?” Bobby asked nervously. His scent spiked and Curtis snarled, catching onto it. Bobby whimpered, pushing himself away from the other side of the island, but Curtis only backed away from him, “C-Curtis, I did everything you said. I-I gave her back. I didn’t fight you on it. I-I got an apartment away from the frat an-“
“You’re a sigma, Bobby,” Curtis growled, “you had no choice. I commanded you to give Weiss’ girl back. I made you get an apartment because I could scent you. How long did you think it would take for the others to realize that your supplies are finally failing you? Huh? How long did you think it would take before they realized you weren’t really an alpha?”
“Curt-“
“NO!” he boomed, cutting the younger man off. Bobby whimpered, backing away from the alpha who seemed displeased with him. His hindbrain was yelling at him to find a way to make it better. He dropped to his knees, knowing the best way to get Curtis to calm down. But Curtis backhanded the sigma as soon as he reached for his jeans, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing, Bobby?”
“I-I-“
“I told the guys!” Curtis said firmly, cutting him off, “they started asking where you were. And I had to tell them something.”
Bobby felt his heart race, “Wh-what did you tell them?”
“I told them that you were using black market pills!” Curtis said boldly, “I told them that you were lying about your designation and Lee and I found out. You told us how you had your first heat when you were a teenager and you got them from some back-alley dealer because you didn’t want us to think less of you. By the time we got back from our summer vacations, you had presented, and we were none the wiser.”
“Th-that’s not true!” Bobby began, getting back to his feet, “but that’s not true, Curtis. Y-you used me. You’ve been using me for years!”
“I’m not letting you drag us down, Bobby!”
Bobby felt like his throat dried up in an instant as he looked at the alpha who had protected him for so many years. Now he was suddenly turning his back on him, “B-but Curtis-“
“You’re done, Bobby.”
He watched the alpha, not sure on what to say.
How could his friend, his protector for so many years be so heartless and turn his back on him?
“I-“
“You’re out of the frat,” he finished. Bobby’s eyes watered as he felt like the final nail in his coffin was tapped in as Curtis glared at him, “I told you I wouldn’t go down for you Bobby. Told you that I wouldn’t pull Lee in. You forced my hand with all your bullshit. You wouldn’t just learn your place and keep it together. This was our senior fucking year. You couldn’t just hold it together for one more year, could you?”
“W-what will I do?”
“Lee and I are bringing your stuff by tomorrow…but after that, we’re out. Completely. We can’t let you bring us down anymore, Bobby.”
“Curt-“
“Alpha,” Curtis said with finality, “you’re a sigma, Bobby…and I’m an alpha. We aren’t friends. You talk to me, you approach me with the respect my designation deserves.”
“We grew up together.”
“And you wore out the protection that came with it, sigma…” Curtis warned in a low tone, “you’re on your own, now.”
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Crash Into You
chapter one: waste of time
josh kiszka x reader
summary: an hectic end to junior year leads to a summer Y/N couldn’t have predicted. Including an eventful and traumatic night on the eve of their senior year.
word count: 3.1k
(warning this chapter contains language, death, graphic depection of a car crash, blood, mentions of death.)
Well, I must be the devil’s daughter and what a dark father to dwell in me.
“Terry, please explain to me why football is so dangerous.” You asked, angling the camera up to his face to capture his response. “Well, half the guys out there have concussions and are still playing knowing one wrong hit could lead to them out cold or with some major head traumas.” The quarterback explained looking at himself in the car's rear-view mirror fixing any strands of hair that were out of place. “Why are they still playing then?” Focusing the camera to a wide angle shot the boy looked over at me with a dazzling smile “Cause us Blackfoot Bloodhounds don’t give a fuck!”
The sound of overplayed rap music and yells of plays filled the occupied field of cheerleaders and football players that decided to get one last practice before the end of the year. Holding the camera at the right angle to get in an action shot for your last film project, you were tasked with interviewing team captains and to get an inside on the sporty students’ lifestyle. “Hey film geek!” A shout from Terry came across the field from where I was “Check this shit out!” Zooming in on Terry waiting for whatever he wanted you to film so desperately, you watched him pull his black and red helmet over his head and take off for a practice dummy. As Terry took off shouts of warning were being thrown at him that it was broken, he ignored them turning to you to give a quick thumbs up before his chest was contacting the metal that was poking out through the pleather dummy. Silence overtook the field before a shrill scream from one of the cheerleaders replaced it as all focus was now drawn to Terry’s lifeless body hanging from the spike.
Rubbing your temples and replaying the footage of Terry’s death over and over you sighed before closing out of the window and turning your computer off. His death impacted the last two weeks of school with everyone either putting stuff near or on his locker or at the entrance to the field in remembrance. The coach gave the team a week of grieving before naming a new captain, Josh Kiszka, Terry’s right hand man who didn’t even wait for them to put him in the ground before jumping to the side of his best friend’s grieving girlfriend. You have a few choice words about Joshua Kiszka, the school's resident fuckboy and now star captain and quarterback. He had it all: the friends, the looks, the kind of personality where he could charm a person into doing anything he wanted from them, and you hated to admit that over the summer you fell victim to that charm of his.
When school had finally ended for the year, your parents informed you that lying around the house all summer wasn’t an option and that you were going to find a summer job. After searching through countless websites, you had finally gotten hired at the local frozen yogurt shop in town that kids from school would frequent often. It was a Thursday, and you were in the last hour of your shift when Josh and his three friends who never left his side came in laughing about something one had said in the parking lot. Giving them an unenthusiastic welcome, they made their way over to the assorted flavors of frozen dairy picking out which ones they wanted. After filling the plastic bowls, they made their way over to the topping bar you were stationed behind grabbing whatever grabbed their interest and piling them on top of the yogurt. After ringing them up and telling them their total Josh pulled out a twenty slipping it to me telling me to keep the change before slipping another note with his phone number. Holding the paper between my fingers, staring at it in shock as you looked just as the boys slipped out the door, Josh was giving you the “call me” symbol with his hand. As the end of your shift came to its end you finished the last of the tasks on your checklist and was just now waiting for your replacement. The sound of a bell chime caught your attention, letting you know that Dane was here for his shift. Grabbing all your stuff you hurried over to the register clocking out as quickly as possible giving Dane a goodbye as you headed out to your car. Using your keys to unlock the old Volkswagen Beetle driver side door you slid in closing the door with a gentle force too scared that anything harsher would cause the old door to fall off. Grabbing your phone from your back pocket you pulled up the keypad typing in Josh’s number and finally hit the dial button. Holding the phone up to your ear it rang a few times before a voice answered on the other end “Hello?” Using your best speaking voice to muster up a reply “Hey it’s Y/N the girl from the frozen yogurt shop.” You heard rustling on the other end of the call “Oh hey whatcha doin tonight?” Josh questioned with a light laugh in his voice. “Not much might go home and just watch some corny reality tv show.” You answered back, putting your keys in the ignition. “Come hang out with me.” The boy said before hanging up your mouth hung open as the three beeps let you know the call was over before a notification popped up at the top of your screen was a text from Josh giving you the address of where he was at. Setting your phone down and starting the car you raced home to get ready for whatever Josh had planned. Walking into the entry of your house and announcing to your parents you were home and that you were going to hang out with a friend tonight you made your way up the stairs. Riding yourself from your uniform you took a quick shower jumping out and using the towel you set aside to dry yourself off, wrapping it around your body making your way to your bedroom. Opening your dresser grabbing just a simple bra and pair of underwear slipping them on as you opened your closet grabbing a band T-shirt while going back to your dresser and grabbing the first pair of jeans you saw not caring what they looked like as you put the outfit on giving yourself a look over in the full-length mirror while tying your slightly damp hair up. Closing your bedroom door, you made your way down the stairs and to the front door grabbing your worn-out chucks in the process before making your way out into the summer night. One night of hanging out turned into many nights of either driving around, listening to music in his bedroom, or finding a secluded spot outside of town for nightly escapades. You hated to say it but the more you spent time together with Josh the more you fell for him, but it would be nothing more than a summer fling for him.
The night before senior year the Blackfoot Bloodhounds football team and cheer squad were throwing their beginning of the year kegger out in the woods. This happened before every school year where they would all get together and celebrate the upcoming season. It was like a tradition to get drunk in the woods, hook up with someone, and show up hungover on the first day of school. They always chose a spot in the woods where it was the clearest and had a circle of trees around them hiding them from the main road and town cemetery just a few feet away. Luckily for you it was also a few feet away from the cave you would frequent often to practice your wicca. Practicing wicca had been in your family for generations, the practice stopping at your mom who deemed it “childish” and “a waste of time” but over the summer when you weren't at work or with Josh you would be here in the dark and damp cave practicing. Parking your car at the entrance of the cemetery you made your way through the headstones poking out of the ground as the light chatter of party goers could be heard in the distance. Entering the cave, you sat down and pulled the bag of stones that was hanging in a pouch around your neck. You carefully set them down, laying out a red piece of fabric and pulling out a candle from your bag beside you, lighting it letting the soft glow of the flame illuminate the space around you. Turning your head in the direction of the party you could see Josh, his brothers, and their childhood friend Danny along with the rest of the team. Josh was chatting up some cheerleader whispering in her ear and ghosting his lips over her neck before grabbing her hand and disappearing into the maze of trees. You could feel tears starting to pool in your eyes but blinked them away turning your head back to face your set up. Grabbing your stones and pouring them out onto the fabric holding your hands out above them focusing your energy into them to send out protection for Josh. You didn’t know why you needed to protect him as he only saw you as something that would pass the time in his boring summer vacation, but you cared for him and that only made your hate for him grow even more. “What are you doing?” A voice said from beside you breaking your focus, turning your head to the side you saw Sam the youngest Kiszka standing there red solo cup filled with whatever concoction in his hand and a friendly smile on his face. “You’ll only make fun of me.” You said hoping he would just get bored and leave but he was genuinely interested in what you were doing as he parked himself beside you on the dirt floor “No I wouldn’t.” Sighing and gathering up the stones in your hand you could feel his eyes still watching you “What are those?” He questioned a curious look on his face. “These stones put a special energy; all I'm doing is focusing it.” You quipped back letting the stones fall from your grasp with them landing in perfect circle with two in the middle “On what” He moved his head to get a closer look, but you nudged him back “Protecting someone.” “Wh-” you cut him off “Look Sam I'm trying to do my own thing here.” Getting up from his spot beside you letting a sad and disappointed look take over his face “Okay sorry” he said turning away and exiting the cave returning to the hoard of drunken teenagers. You felt bad for Sam, being the younger brother, always living in the shadows of his older brothers and being compared to them with everything. Watching Sam’s body disappear I could see Josh and his latest hookup return from their activity feeling tears threatening to make a return. Bringing my hand back over the stones I was once again interrupted by the sounds of whoops and hollers. Crawling over to the entrance I poked my head out seeing that the party had been crashed by our school's rivals from across the river, the Birmingham Boars, football team. Josh and his group are now on edge setting down cups and bottles and tense bodies as the other group made their way down the path shouting obscenities. “Well, well if it isn't the Blackfoot bitches.” The rival leader called out clapping his hands together. “Kyle, what are you doing here?” Josh asked with an annoyed tone in his voice. Kyle picked up one of the cups making his way over to the keg full of beer, pouring himself a cup and taking a sip. “Just wanted to wish you guys' luck on your season ya know since your star player is now 6 feet under.” Kyle said a smirk now plastered on his face. Anger over taking Josh’s body after that statement was made was now face to face sizing Kyle up smoke blowing out his nostrils due to the chilly weather of the night “Watch your fucking mouth prick.” Oohs and aahs came from the rival group behind Kyle as hands came up to his shoulders giving him a shake of approval “And what are you gonna do about it Kiszka? Steal my girlfriend after I die as well?” Josh raised his fist connecting it with Kyle’s jaw sending him a couple inches backward with his hand cupping his jaw as before returning the punch back to Josh. All hell broke loose as the two groups were now in an all-out brawl. Shouts and skin hitting skin filled the air as Josh and his group now retreating to their cars and speeding off with Kyle and his gang following soon after. Sounds of screeching tires and gravel being thrown about indicated they have taken off. Grabbing all your stuff you ran as fast as you could back to your car throwing your stuff into the back seat starting your car and taking off after them.
“Slow the fuck down Josh!” Danny yelled from his position in the back seat. Eyes set on the road in front of him as he made harsh turns around corners picking up speed each time gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were now a pale white color. Jake was in the passenger seat egging Josh on to go faster protests coming from Sam and Danny who were gripping onto the seats fear and worry taking over their bodies as Josh made more sharp turns “You worry too much Danny.” Josh said in a calm stern voice as he pressed down harder on the gas pedal. Turning the wheel to make another turn, missing the opening to the side road, the car lurched sideways, breaking through the guardrail sending them down the hill into the river below.
Sounds of a car zooming away and loud creeks of metal filled your ears. Letting out a giant sob you pulled up to a broken guardrail stumbling out of your car you sobbed even more at the sight in front of you. Josh had crashed and was now sinking to the bottom along with his car. Hot tears streaming down your face as you ran down the hill tripping over rocks and tree roots you threw your body into the frigid river making your way over to the car that was upside down halfway submerged in the water. The car creaked and groaned as it moved faster under the water. You grabbed the door handle, swinging it open to reveal Sam and Danny’s limp bodies in the backseat. Grabbing onto Sam’s arm you begin to drag him out of the car and make your way onto the shore, setting him down before returning and repeating your actions with Danny. Laying Danny’s body beside Sam's, you once again made your way back to the car to retrieve Josh and Jake. Spotting a large rock beside you hurriedly leaning down to grab it to use it to break the driver and passenger side windows. Covering your face as the window shattered you ducked below the water to pull Jake out. Reaching in to grab his shoulders you pulled him through the small opening making your way back to the surface where you placed him diagonal to his younger brother. Making your last trip to the car that was now completely submerged, diving into the inky water making your way to the driver's side picking up another large rock in the process. Breaking the window, you were met with the sight of Josh’s body pressed against the steering wheel arms floating above him. He looked so serene which only caused you to sob even more. Grabbing onto his torso you pulled as hard as you could on his body finally breaking him free. Making your last trip to the shore you sank to your knees holding Josh close to your body, screaming for him to wake up. Setting him down you pulled the bag of stones from your neck, throwing them down, letting them form a circle with one in the middle. Bringing your face to the direction of the full moon above you, you brought your right hand above you mumbling to the moon to give you the energy before sinking your teeth into the crevice between your thumb and pointer finger letting out a muffled scream from the pain as the strong taste of iron invaded your taste buds. Moving your hand above the stones letting your blood drip onto them. “Come back to me.” You sobbed out squeezing your hand to allow more liquid to come forth. The sound of sizzling and the glow of the stones caught your attention as the ones encircling the middle one began to move along the trail of blood that had come from the boys' opened wounds. Watching you see one nestle itself into Sam’s ear, another in Danny’s forehead, one on Jake’s side, and the last one disappearing into the small of Josh’s back. After a few seconds their bodies began to move, cracking and jerking in every direction, making you turn to face Josh. You leaned over calling out his name. You were cut off by his body jerking forward and a large gasp making you cry out and bring his body back against yours. The moment was short lived as you saw a faint glow of purple from the corner of your eye whipping your head to it’s direction you saw that the middle stone was now floating in the air burning brighter before charging after you and finding a home in the middle of your neck where it met your chest making your body bend backwards from the force. Letting out a shrill scream as the stone burned its way into you the pain was immense as every nerve ending your body was firing at rapid speed.
The sound of chirping birds and warm sunlight filled your room. Opening your eyes blinking a few times to wash the sleep away from them you felt an unfamiliar pressure on your chest. Glancing down you saw Josh curled into the side of your body sleeping peacefully. Looking around you saw Sam and Danny asleep on your floor with Jake curled up on your bay window seat. “Holy shit” you muttered out “It worked! It fucking worked!” Raising your volume that had now woken the sleeping boys. “What worked.” A groggy voice from Josh replied as he rubbed his face. “My crazy wicca bullshit, that’s what.”
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hii can i request something with tsukki and maybe ushijima where they have a really big soft spot for their s/o and they’re so sweet to her that she genuinely doesnt know how mean/intimidating they are to other people? but then they’re see how they are with others and then *schocked pikachu face*
shocked pikachu face indeed~, enjoy love!
Softie. (hc w/ Tsukishima and Ushijima)
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Tsukishima
- Blonde (sometimes) bitchy boy made it an odd point to kind of make excuses for why you couldn’t come visit the volleyball club after school
- Would give you a small, half-grin when you would visibly pout as you claim that it’s not fair- you wanted to see what your boyfriend invested so much time in- as he gives you forehead kisses to lighten your pout
- “You’re cuter when you’re not mad at me.” “I’m not mad!!!” “Sure.”
- Isn’t super big on PDA so it’s no surprise to anyone that a lot of people don’t know just how far this blonde broomstick would go for you
- Like literally when you’re in private he can’t keep his hands off you, whether it be playing with the ends of your hair as he listens to music or lifting your knuckles to his lips when he wants attention
- So imagine you’re surprise when you rush to the volleyball club after school with his favored pair of forgotten headphones in hand only to walk in on the worst kind of conversation
- “Awh~ Is the King getting fussy because he’s falling back to his old ways?”
- what the actual fuck who is this
- continues, still not seeing you as some of his teammates fall on your figure standing at the doorway behind him- Yamaguchi putting a finger to his lips to his best friend with widened eyes
- Like you’re so shocked you’ve never heard his voice dripping with so much intent to dig underneath someone’s skin
- “Did you not learn anything from being alone all the time?” “Tsukki-”
- “And you, Hinata- just because you can spike and have an ungodly amount of energy doesn’t mean-”
- glares at Suga as his senior physically turns him around so he’s facing your direction, eyes framed by spectacles widening a fraction as you recover from your shock as quickly as you can
- narrows his eyes as you smile a bit nervously at him before Tsukishima sighs as if he was facing a heavy inconvenience that tugged at your heart- and not in a good way
- “U-Um, I’ll just uh, leave these here.” “Y/N-”
- but you don’t stay to listen before you’re spinning on your heel to leave the gym, groaning when the blonde easily catches up to you in four strides as you still, his hand on your wrist
- “Y/N.” “I shouldn’t have come- I was just-”
- hugs you gently, pulling your waist back so your back is flushed against his front, making you bite your lip as Tsukishima’s lips fall next to your ear
- “Do you hate me now?”
- is shocked when you do a whole-ass 360 with a wtf are you talking about expression on your face
- “Listen Kei-” Oh shit you in trouble now, boy "The next thing you say something so dumb, I’ll harm you!”
- is smirking now as you stomp your feet, pouting up at him as you sigh, picking up his hand to drag your thumb across the ridges
- “I could never hate you- just...I wasn’t expecting to hear you talk like that with your boys. But it’s no biggie.” “Wait, really? And they’re not my boys-”
- “Yes, dummy. But remember, pull what you did back there with me and I will not hesitate to withold kisses for a month.”
- “What are you, the devil?” As he smirks, leaning down to place a not witheld kiss on your pout
Ushijima
- Don’t even get me started on how much this boy actively shows his love for you, albeit not as affectionate as some would think
- 100% the type of boyfriend to remember all the little things about you, and when he exhibits his knowledge of stuff, it’s really just to see you smile
- “Coffee. I ran by the shop this morning.” “Love, you didn’t have to-” “You have an exam today, right?”
- So when he sees your small grin into your coffee cup he thinks waking up the extra hour to go is so worth it
- Sends you messages to make sure you make it to your destination safe and gives you updates on his whereabouts to ensure you won’t worry about him
- Doesn’t show you off to the whole school- but it’s pretty clear that he makes it known: rubbing the small of your back as he guides you through school, and ruffles your hair a tad affectionately before seeing you off to class
- Shrugs when you say that you want to come observe a volleyball practice, but makes you sit a safe distance away to ensure that you won’t get hit
- At first, you’re surprised at how distanced Ushijima seemed from the rest of the team, the others simply nodding to him (minus Tendou that little shit lmao) in praise when he lands a perfect spike
- But you weren’t expecting for the whole team to still into silence when a ball goes flying in your direction, but still missing you by a long shot as Ushijima’s brows furrow together
- An expression you had never seen before sending a chill down your back
- Your jaw slackens as Goshiki bows deeply to his senior as if he was his servant, exhibiting the difference in how the team seemed to establish the line between themselves and their star spiker
- “U-Um, I’m okay!” you call out, offering Ushijima the smile he loved so much as you see him visibly relax as Goshiki flinches when he turns back to him
- “...be more careful.” “Yes, senpai!”
- Was he always this...respected to the point where people were actually scared of him?
- Walks up to you after practice, sipping deeply from his water bottle before occupying the seat next to you in the empty bleachers and now empty gym
- “Are you...surprised?” As he looks down at his feet, hunched over so his elbows rest on his thighs, and you quirk a brow in response as he seems to scoff a little
- “That others find me intimidating? Are you going to start after what you saw?” “What? No.”
- Blinks, eyes widening at your immediate reaction and at how genuinely upset you seemed that he would think that
- “Are you crazy? Never.” as you shake your head vigorously, causing a rare smile to tickle the corners of your boyfriend’s mouth
- “I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting it, but if that’s a side of you- I don’t care what other people think.”
- is rendered 50% more speechless than usual as you sigh, resting your head on his shoulder as if you were tired
- “Don’t say things like that.”
- Glances at you as an arm drapes around your shoulder, tugging you a bit closer as Ushijima leans his head onto yours, closing his eyes
- “Mm.”
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a/n: drabble dump for our boy kuroo -- i love him loads and think about him endlessly. i also apologize beforehand for the awkward ending bc i’m terrible at ending things. hope you all enjoy! gonna go knock back a melatonin and sleep my wooziness away
w/c: ~2.4k; some angst, fluff, mentions of alcohol
you’re avoiding tetsurou, and he’s keen on figuring out why. college!au, friends to lovers.
“you’re not as slick as you think, y’know.”
instantly, a shiver creeps up your spine, electrifying you in quick, tiny bursts. those eight, nine words were more than enough to let you know who was standing behind you, peering over your shoulder in an effort to catch your gaze. his voice made your heart clench and lungs fight for oxygen – you begin to curse the high, intellectual level of tetsurou’s observational skills. you just wanted to make it another day without seeing his face outside of class, opting more for longer walks and just looking back to see the back of his stylishly mussed hair in the far distance. it frustrates you how much you’ve used the word ‘infuriating’ when it comes to him, but there’s no other better word you can think of without having to consult the thesaurus.
you have a few seconds to dart your eyes around, desperately searching for a way to escape. your productivity typically thrives within the library, but he’s always there, so with lots of pleading and promises of baked goods and decent coffee, you were able to borrow a close friend’s ID, a graduate student, and access the graduate resource room in a less traveled hallway. and in the expanse of that area, you’ve tucked yourself away into the back corner behind some shelves where almost no one visits. but it leaves you cornered and vulnerable – no matter which direction, in combination with his long legs, tetsurou would catch up to you in a heartbeat. you thought you had finally found a way to permanently escape his grasp, but apparently not.
much like you, he’s not supposed to be able to access this area. after all, you’re both senior undergrads so –
“how did you get in here?” you quietly hiss. you’re pretty sure you’d be booted out if you made any sound above 15 decibels, and you’re not about to let tetsurou ruin this haven for you.
there’s a rustle of clothing, a hand that rests on the back of your seat, and the hairs on the nape of your neck spike, before a delicate whisper informs, “you’re not the only one with grad student friends, love.”
if you weren’t so focused on keeping yourself rigid, body absolutely understanding of the effect that this man has on you, you definitely would’ve shivered from the proximity. but the gentleness in his tone sends you back to three weeks ago – you’re no longer under a fluorescent light tucked between cream-colored walls, but rather basked in a somewhat garish hue of crimson. your veins were tinged with alcohol, the substance leaving you feeling like you were on clouds, a silly smile breaking across your face uncontrollably. other bodies surrounded you but the only one you were focused on was the one in front of you, following your swaying movements to the beat of the music coming through someone’s speakers. even in the warmth of the house, tetsurou’s hands on your waist seared your skin, branding the feeling on you for eternity. his eyes twinkled with apparent affection, unbridled and screaming at you for you to understand the line he wanted to so desperately cross, that the alcohol pushed it behind his efforts to deny himself the one thing he’s been searching for in all these years.
“i’m a little drunk, but fuck, you have no idea how bad i wanna kiss you,” he had murmured just loud enough into your ear, then ghosting his lips over the shell of it. everything around you dissolved into a blur as you could only focus on his breaths and the tightening of his grasp on you. his confession wasn’t completely unwarranted – not at all.
tetsurou and you had met in the quantitative analysis lab freshman year, having been assigned as partners for the semester just by how the ta’s drew the seating chart. he was a friendly, kind soul – had saved your ass multiple times from overshooting your titrations, prevented multiple beakers and graduated cylinders from falling over, always down to compare numbers to help ensure that neither of you were fucking up too hard.
coincidentally, the two of you were registered to the same ochem lab the next year and immediately gravitated towards each other, grateful to find some familiarity in all the anxiety. he witnessed your breakdown mid-lab, did his best to comfort you and salvage your sample so there was enough for recrystallization because you somehow got landed with a shitty, leaking separatory funnel, and stayed back with you when you had fallen behind in the cleanup process. from then on, it was a weekly habit to study together and work on your lab journals and reports together, not taking long to become close friends.
tetsurou did his best to keep his growing feelings at bay, knowing that you had explicitly mentioned swearing off relationships as you tried to figure out your future first. he wasn’t oblivious enough to think that you didn’t feel anything for him whatsoever – you were stubborn and tenacious at best. the house party at miya atsumu’s was simply a suggestion for the both of you to relax after a brutal midterm in your inorganic chemistry course, to let loose and treat yourself. he really hadn’t meant to say what he said, but just looked so good, so lovely and beautiful and enthralling, and you were looking at him like he hung the stars and moon in the sky – he knows he’s sent that same look to you multiple times when you weren’t looking, completely sober and unfazed.
he couldn’t stop himself from leaning close into you that night and you hadn’t stopped in – he knows he should’ve resisted, but feeling your soft lips against his was easily one of the top ten highlights of his college career, and his love for you only surged beyond his hold, overwhelming him to the point where all he could think about was nothing but holding your cheek in the palm of his hand so he could get a better angle and let himself indulge just this once.
that’s all it was – kissing and kissing in the middle of the makeshift dancefloor until there was no more oxygen left in either of your lungs. like a decent human being, he dropped you off at your apartment and bid you goodnight, hoping that you wouldn’t forget all the events that had transpired. and maybe, just maybe, he wished that you would let it happen again, that you could make him the exception in your plans.
evidently, you did remember it, because suddenly your responses to his texts were delayed and dry. you were picking up extra shifts, showing up to class at the very last minute, and leaving as soon as the professor dismissed you, allowing practically no room for him to make small talk. and while he would usually pass you in the halls of the chem building at some point, you were always too far from him and scurrying away in a different direction. tetsurou did his best to give you your space, but the less he saw of you, the more nervous and frustrated he grew. there was a wrench thrown into his daily routine, and your presence had always managed to bring some peace to him. so when he realized that you had truly abandoned your usual study spot in the library a week and a half later, he set himself on a mission to find out exactly where you were hiding.
it honestly had been sheer luck that he saw your figure ducking around into a hallway he’s never bothered to go down, and by the time he caught up, the door to the graduate resource room had just closed on your and there was no way he could get in without some help. luckily, his mentor who had stayed at the university for their phd was pretty nonchalant about letting him borrow it for a few days, preferring to study at home or in a coffee shop off-campus themselves.
he knew that since you were hiding, you were probably going to be in the most inconspicuous spot possible. so while there was some time dedicated to navigating the new maze of an area, he immediately felt a sense of relief when he saw your back hunched over your notes, hair tied up into a messy bun, and your laptop open with a spotify playlist.
after you’re done reminiscing, you begin to pack your stuff up, opting to just nor respond to tetsurou and ignoring the pleasant sensation that his term of endearment for you brought. he pulls back and stands straight to give you some room, but the tapping of his foot against the tile floor speaks to his blooming agitation at your silence. you’re still wordless as you weave between the shelves to the exit, knowing that the man plaguing your dreams is not far behind. the game of ‘follow the leader’ (or is it ‘cat and mouse’?) continues until you both have exited the main door, and right before you can walk down the granite steps, tetsurou seizes the opportunity to run ahead of you and stand in your way.
“tetsu, please,” you sigh, avoiding his piercing stare by fiddling with the sleeves of your jacket. “is there something you need?”
“you can’t play coy with me,” he chastises, bending down slightly in hopes that you’ll finally look at him. “you know why i’m here.”
it’s a bad habit of yours to nibble on the inside of your lips when you’re searching for the right things to say. tetsurou only picked up on it just last year – the action itself is very subtle to the outside viewer, and he hadn’t been paying close enough attention back then. “don’t bullshit me right now.”
“do we have to do this now?” you whine a bit.
“yes, or else i’m never gonna get you to talk to me. come on, you don’t do this, love.”
“what do you mean?”
“you’re running away. that’s pretty cowardly, don’t you think? you’ve had 3 weeks—”
you start to walk forward and around his tall, lanky figure. “i’m not humoring you with this—”
“with what—”
“—you’re doing that provoking thing, you’re trying to get me to think that i’m wrong in avoiding you—”
“so you have been avoiding me—”
“i said not now!” you protest in a raised voice, path once again blocked. tears of frustration are beginning to build in the corners of your eyes, and you’re cursing yourself for feeling so weak in this moment. part of you wants nothing more than to run into his arms.
it’s dead quiet for a few seconds – the ambient noise of the wind and the occasional passing car this late at night fail to make themselves known over the pounding of blood in your ears. only tetsurou’s first knuckle underneath your chin to raise you up grounds you, and you can no longer avoid his gaze. small crests of guilt wash over you as you recognize the uncharacteristic brokenness in his eyes – the last three weeks must’ve been much harder on him than you thought.
“just hear me out for a few minutes, okay? you can make your decision then.”
he takes your nod as a signal to continue, but also softening a bit at how nervous you look.
“i’m in love with you,” he softly confesses, a smile of defeat gracing his complexion. “and i have been for a while. i don’t think i’m bullshitting when i say i think you feel something for me, too, but i knew it wasn’t in your plans. didn’t wanna push or force you into making a decision when you weren’t ready. so i held back – but i couldn’t help it at the party, and…i’m sorry, love. i really am.”
tetsurou doesn’t miss the flash of hurt that crosses your eyes. “so does that mean you regret it?” you bite out, nails clenching and digging into the fabric of your jacket sleeves. he shakes his head.
“i don’t regret kissing you at all – it’s all i’ve wanted to do for the last two and a half years. but i’m just sorry that i did it without your explicit, sober permission. i went against your wishes in a time of vulnerability, and that’s pretty shitty of me – i’m not gonna excuse myself either just because i was a little drunk, so i hope you’re able to forgive me.”
he watches you sniffle and fight the grin that’s trying to creep across your face. “someone had their shot of respect women juice this morning, didn’t they?” you chokingly tease.
“five shots directly injected into my veins, every morning,” he jokes back, thumb sweeping over to catch your falling tears. “but i mean it though – i’m really sorry.”
“you’re forgiven, and i appreciate that more than you know. but if i’m being honest…it was something i’ve wanted to do for a while, too. i was just really scared because it was so unexpected and i wasn’t sure if i was ready for our relationship to change, or like if i would be emotionally available enough for you, y’know?” you blubber, hand reaching up to rest against his on your cheek.
“hey—”
“i really want this to work out.” tetsurou can hear your voice shake, and he’s sure you’re almost trembling. “you’re one of my best friends – i can’t lose you, tetsu. and what about grad school? what if we end up too far away from each other and video calls aren’t enough? what if you get tired of me or—”
“i know you hate it when i interrupt, but honestly (y/n), you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried. i’m gonna do everything i can to make this work, too, mmk?”
“okay,” you whisper. “okay.”
his thumb gently sweeps back and forth against your cheek for a little bit before speaking up again. “not to ruin the moment, but do i have permission to kiss you now?” his eyes shine despite the midnight sky, and you can’t help the small chuckle that leaves your chest.
tetsurou swears up and down that your kiss in response is much, much sweeter than the one at the party, and he can’t wait to see what the future holds for you two.
#kuroo x reader#haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo tetsurou x reader#hq#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu angst#haikyuu kuroo#kuroo angst#i fully stan the fact that kuroo is highly respectful of anyone and especially women#no one can fight me on this#stay hydrated and get good quality sleep and eat some nutritious food and take your meds!!!
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For Clarification; Kyotani x reader
My first serious fic and its angst and an underrated character? Damn. Seriously this is angst, it hurt me to write this
Kyotani can’t figure out how he got in this situation. In a fight, with his closest friend and crush. But what he can figure out is that you’re about to punch him if he doesn’t move.
You two had been friends for two years now, him meeting you at a pre-orientation for Sejioh and you, his senior as a guide to show him around the building. Somehow you’d just kinda stuck around, and by some miracle you didn’t mind, even when he got pissy.
“Cmon man, Youve gotta calm down, Oikawas shitty and we all know it. You can’t just quit the team over it.”
“Technically I can-“
“technically I’ll beat your ass if you try it”
“Well what am I supposed to do”
“Shut up and deal with it till you’re the ace”
He remembers the first time he realized how he felt, just a few months ago.
You have your arm pinned to his wrist while your leg encircled his lower thigh, pinning him below you with his back pressing against your chest. And as he feels you shift your body, the way your warm skin brushes his. He’s aware of every touch, the slightly gentle feeling as you hold his wrist, loose enough that he could escape if he really wanted to. The plush skin of your thigh enclosing his own. It’s like heaven
“Well Kyo? How are you gonna get out of this one” you growl, your lips brushing past his already flushed ear. He’s frozen, his face reddening by the second.
“I have to piss” He’s even more embarrassed by THAT as you quickly let him go. Him rushing to the restroom and slumping against the door. He can’t, he can’t have a crush on you, you’re leaving him soon. Hot tears rise and he punches himself to make them stop. He won’t let those feelings remain.
He remembers the first time he really cried over you.
“Once I graduate highschool , I’m leaving this place, moving to Tokyo or something and getting a real life. I’m tired of this town.”
He was shocked at what you said, by the way you acted with your other friends and parents, you had no intention of even moving out.
“You sure?”
“I’ve already got plans to move in with my friend that lives there, he’s already started setting up for a dorm that we’re gonna share since rent is expensive”
He cried because he had held out hope, the hope that he could see you, the hope that he even had a chance. You were leaving him, moving in with a guy who he didn’t even know.
He cried hard that night, he barely slept
He avoided you after that, when you texted him he ignored it, if you called him he’d let it ring. But he always listened to the voicemails you left, no matter how upset he was he couldn’t leave you completely.
He avoided you on school days, it wasn’t that hard, it was getting close to the end of year exams. He sometimes saw you hanging out with your friends, one or two times even Iwaizumi and Oikawa. He hated the times you were with Oikawa the most, was he going to steal you away too? Would he watch as that shitty guy stole your heart and broke it? Or worse, you took his too?
And that’s how he ended up here, with you yelling at him. “WHAT THE FUCK MAN? WHYD YOU DO THAT”
The THAT in question was getting in a fight with Oikawa, yelling at him after he laughed at a particularly bad spike. He would’ve done well, if you hadn’t been right next to the bastard when he said it.
Which led to this, you throwing a punch as he tried to dodge. And when he did you grabbed him by the wrist with the arm you’d moved to hit him with. You’re screaming something and he’s yelling back. He can’t even tell what anymore. And now there’s burning hot tears streaming down his face as you hold him. The feeling of you touching him again, after weeks of trying to avoid the way you made him feel.
And now you’re falling, pinning him to the ground as you yell. And it’s finally clear what you’re saying. “-AVOIDING ME FOR WEEKS? AND THE FIRST TIME I SEE YOUR SORRY ASS AGAIN YOURE GETTING ALL MAD AT OIKAWA?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THAT. AND NOT JUST OIKAWA, YOUVE BEEN A DICK FOR WEEKS. WHAT DID I DO? IS IT MY FAULT? OR ARE TOU JUST THAT SHITTY”
He realizes as your hot tears hit his face, you’re crying. He did this to you. He hurt you so badly that you’re crying.
“ITS YOUR FAULT, ITS YOUR FAULT FOR MAKING ME CARE SO MUCH.”
“WHAT THE FUCK- THAT MAKES NO SEN-“
With the strength of an ace, he pulls himself from your grip and grabs your back, pulling you against his chest as you yell.
“I’m sorry.. I’m so damn sorry, I couldn’t stand to watch as you left me...”
And you stop. You stop yelling, and he can feel your tears running into his shirt.
“I never wanted to leave you. I wanted you to wait for me. That’s why I kept calling, that’s why I kept looking for you. I hung out with Oikawa to make you jealous, I wanted you to TALK TO ME”
He’s silent as he pulls you closer to him, and he does something so stupid impulsive he can’t even tell if that’s himself doing it. He kisses you. It’s gross and snotty and both of your faces are teary, but you flush red and he feels a small smile grow on your lips. Before you pull away.
“Wait for me, Wait till you graduate. And then come to Tokyo. I’ll be there.”
“Please...for now...hold me...” he mutters, burying his face into your shoulder, tears smearing against your neck and shirt.
“You better not be smearing all that eyeliner you wear on me”
He laughs
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Oikawa and Iwaizumi watch from the gym.
“Guess theyre a thing now” Oikawa laughs, Iwaizumi shoves him.
“Idiot, they’ve been ‘a thing’ for months, he just didn’t have the guts to actually say anything”
“Maybe I should make him do some reps as punishment for interrupting me”
“Cmon, I know you’re a sucker for cheesy romantic stuff like this, let ‘em be for a while. The kid needs this”
#hq angst#kyotani x reader#oikawa tōru#iwaizumi hajime#friends to lovers#haikyuu x reader#kyotani kentaro#haikyuu fluff#angst angst angst#haikyuu!!
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My grandfather was awake and lucid for a longish while between late Friday night and Saturday morning apparently first time since this past Sunday when we all thought that was It and crammed ourselves seven people in one sedan that got a flat on the way over of course (as we were leaving the handle of the screen door came off in my hand as I was closing it behind me so the vibe was very on the nose things farcically falling apart that whole goddamn day lol) but then when we made it he was smiling and laughing and talking to and teasing everyone that was there, albeit with much more effort than it would have taken him even just a week earlier when he was already in a really frail state because of his hip surgery. My sister happened to be up later than she usually ever is and got to video call and chat with him for a bit I wanted terribly for my cousin in Colorado to be able to also but by the time he could get through my grandpa's blood pressure had suddenly spiked or something and he'd drifted back into that borderline unconscious state so they didn't get a chance to talk which makes me want to claw my fucking skin off of my face but who knows maybe another opportunity will present itself hopefully it does like he suddenly became really talkative and energized the other day after not having said more than maybe a couple sentences over the few previous days like I was there with him for several hours on Thursday and the entire time he didn't say a word and only opened his eyes once for like half a second and even that I might have been imagining after sitting there sleep-deprived and holding his hand trying not to cry because then my mom would start crying and then my aunt and on and on and if he's conscious at that point he'll start to get worried and his heart rate will destabilize but after that for this one stretch without anyone expecting it he was really talkative and alert and joking around with the nurses and doctors and all that for a while but then later yesterday afternoon he started to get disoriented and drift in and out of the present in between dreaming and waking again at one point apparently he kept saying 'look at my shoes' to my mom and her sisters and they thought it was just just the medication/pain-induced delirium talking but he kept insisting and eventually said 'you're not taking me seriously' and I guess gave up? Or said it a few more times I'm not clear on the course of events I only heard all this secondhand when my younger aunt, who also got diagnosed with cancer late last year but thankfully is more or less in the clear now, got back home last night and she and I went into his room and took all the shoes out of the cabinet he keeps them in and like looked inside and turned over and examined the soles of every pair, took the cushion insert things out of the ones that had them, checked for scooby doo-esque hidden doors, all that but there was nothing there just shoes. Her kids flew back out yesterday morning, the older one's tentatively returning to Toronto in the next week or so she had a painfully rough time in some ways her first couple of years and then abruptly had to be uprooted and leave because of covid then everything with her mom and in time honored eldest daughter tradition bearing the brunt of the familial frustration and insanity associated with that and now everything with our grandpa I really really want her senior year to go smoothly and be enjoyable and memorable in a manner opposite to how this past year+ has been I'm so worried about her and her little sister's starting freshman year there in the fall and I'm terribly worried about her in a whole different way like she's still really attached to her parents in this innocent way that still strongly resembles like a baby's adoring my mom hung the moon type attachment and it can be especially hard being away for the first time ever when that's the case...like she's hyper hypersensitive even by my family's standards lmao but she does have this sort of self-possession and inner groundedness that no one can quite pin down but it's
definitely there and maybe that
could carry her through I really hope so...they were saying to come up to visit them in the fall hopefully I can find a job soon after returning to Texas and like be able to afford to do that and also like keep paying the bills and shit lol in either case I hope so so badly that they'll be okay like I think they will be the women in my family are all really strong but they've also had to be because of various fucked circumstances and I don't want that to keep having to be the case...my grandpa's a Strong Woman in a certain way also honestly lmao like my mom's aunts have always been like your father raised you in a way beyond even most mothers which like who fucking receives let alone genuinely deserves that kind of praise from their in-laws lmao let alone a man from a notoriously patriarchal culture of a generation when fathers from any culture barely had any involvement in their children's upbringing at all which I mean most still don't but even more so back then and like literally everyone we've been hearing from or seeing drop by at the hospital has a story of how at one point or another my grandpa was there for them when no one else was like distant cousins variously removed and loose family friends all with something about how he comforted me when no one else could, I remember word for word what he said to me when I suffered some loss of my own, he's the strongest man in our family, the best times we ever had were when he was near us, when he'd take us out, his youngest brother's children saying he cared for and spoiled them as if their were his own after their dad died suddenly when they were just kids, my mom's third cousin whose own father was with her till a late age saying that he was even more of a father to me than my own father, his other brother's son who was ostracized for decades by his immediate family on some straight up racist ass bullshit on the part of his mom and older brother because he married a black woman but my grandpa stayed in touch and made sure my mom and uncle did as well and made sure we all got together when he'd came to the states, like even now lying there on what very well might be his literal deathbed when he can barely talk he was telling my uncle he's worried about him and he needs to go home and rest, asking who's taking care of the house, are the kids all okay even at this point his thoughts are for others. After I put his shoes back in the cabinet I closed it and opened the one beside just in case I guess just in case what I don't know but it was just like standard cabinet stuff clothes a shaving kit and a couple of what I assume are photo albums that I didn't feel like I should open for some reason and a few old books, a collection of Ghalib's which I can't really read very easily if at all because it's in Urdu lol, a history of government college of Lahore where his father was teaching at the time of his death and the two philosophy textbooks my great grandfather had written himself, Inductive & Deductive Reasoning, and inside the latter I found a handful of yellowed pages torn out of an old notebook upon which mostly seem to be translations of french poems and I think maybe a song or two? I guess old coursework or just for funsies I'm not sure whether written by my grandfather or his own father. My khala was mentioning just the other day that she'd kept one of my grandpa's old notebooks marked as having been designated for biology but inside it were no actual notes just urdu poetry which she wasn't sure whether it was his own original tossed off work or something the lifelong frustrated creative transcribed while bored in class. The night I got here I was looking through his bookshelves after everyone had gone to bed and then a couple of weeks ago I was sitting in the living room by myself watching archer when my cousin came and sat down next to me upset and unable to sleep on her own first night here and I held her and tried not to cry and then went through the same bookshelves again, this time with my cousin who we came to Pakistan for the first time after moving to the US
to see being born who turned three
the day we arrived on what until this current trip was the last time I was here her little sister having just been born earlier that same year (whose life I may or may not have saved when I caught her after she was dropped by the person holding her (the fact that (parentheticals within parentheticals!) I may or may not have been the one who dropped her in the first place is immaterial imo not that I'm the one on trial here but what's important is that I caught her and if anything this would be an even more athletically impressive and frankly heroic incident if I'd been the one that was holding her to begin with since I was 8/9 years old at the time and there wasn't much of a distance for her to fall and yet I kept her from hitting the ground like talk about reflexes like that's what's important and what's more important than even that @ my year older cousin (whose younger sister was the first baby in the family after myself whose arrival in this world when I was three had me positively giddy in the way that young children get when witnessing the miracle of even younger children, who's the only other one of the cousins that's been here during all this, just me and the three I got to see as darling little babies) who was the only other person in the room with me at the time, is that we take this to our fucking graves no one can hear a word of this least of all any adults in the house who like not that they're the ones on trial here either but like who allowed for this scenario to transpire in the first place where two children and an infant are in a room by themselves unsupervised in retrospect that's somewhat irresponsible not that I'd ever hold it against them or even mention it because then they might get mad and not let me hold my little cousin anymore and I do love holding my little baby cousin and carrying her around everywhere, mostly without incident)) neither of whom I'd see in person again until we visited them in Canada the summer after I graduated college the trip during which I finished the last of the Neapolitan novels the day after landing and turned 22 the day after their mother, my younger khala, turned 43, looking through my nana's bookshelves with my baby cousin no longer a baby but a U of T classics major entering her senior year, noting the overlaps with our own, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, George Eliot, the same exact copies of Cheever and Kafka's collected shorts, Umberto Eco, Proust, wondering what the various titles meant to him or what they might say about him, wondering how much of even the version of him that can be hypothesized based off his library I'm missing now that I'm limited to the much reduced version of what had been in his old home in Lahore (when he visited us after my junior year of hs and my mom was trying to convince him to downsize and move in with my other aunt with whom he's been living the past several years, the one who most resembles my grandfather the only one that has his cheekbones my khala whose eyes have sunken all the way into her skull before my eyes with exhaustion and grief over the past two weeks, when my mom was like what's the point of just hanging onto a bunch of books that you've already read: I look at them [dramatic pause], and I feel happy [my mom sighing equally dramatically in.exasperation, me cracking up in the background]) the city I was born in the house where I spent the first almost five years of my life before we moved to the US to join my dad who'd moved back shortly after my mom became pregnant with what turned out to be me, abu nana's house with the garden we'd walk through every morning holding his hand and following along as he puttered around with his plants in the garden in the house in the city he had to leave to move into my khala's house in Islamabad where I've been the past almost a month now where two weeks ago he suddenly came down with pneumonia and had to be dragged to a hospital in Rawalpindi where he's been since, not in his house, my nana's house, with the garden in the city I haven't seen since the last time I was in this country the
summer I
turned nine the day after my khala turned 30 the day before my other khala turned 32(?) the summer I first remember obsessive compulsive disorder becoming an overwhelming aspect of my consciousness although it was there before, the first summer of the Iraq war and being terrified watching the Iraq war unfold on the BBC evening news my nana would turn on
at dinner time and hearing for the first time or maybe just the first time I remember the night we left the phrase 'the rich will get richer and the poor will get poorer' from my younger khala talking to her sisters and some family friends that had come over to see us off feeling terrified and cold then embarrassed because she noticed my face visibly fall from across the room and told my mom and I was like godammit everyone knows I'm scared now smhead then crying the entire flight back home because I missed everyone and maybe had a little kid premonition that I wouldn't return to my nana's house and I would be years and years till I saw any of them again some I still haven't or maybe there was nothing premonitory about it but in either case that's the way it turned out. I do feel grateful I got to see him again at all, when he last came to the US late 2016-early 2017 I was sure it would be the last time we would be in the same room. I'd make breakfast for us every morning and we'd eat together and the entire day I'd sit next to him inhaling secondhand smoke and talking and reading. I was in the midst of my initial aborted attempt to read Swann's way when he arrived. I'd gotten to Guermantes way last summer but I couldn't find a secondhand copy so I had to read it via ebook and that didn't feel right so I abandoned it until now I've been reading a copy pulled from his bookshelf. Last he visited was the first time I learned we were both Garcia Marquez-heads which I'd kind of assumed before and I showed him Mad Men which he heavily fucked with and also every John Le Carre adaptation I could track down online. From the first time I read one hundred years of solitude the summer after freshman year of college the passage describing Colonel Aureliano Buendia's death already absolutely and unbearably heartwrenching enough immediately brought thoughts of my grandfather, aching aching sorrow over the solitude that he himself existed within in all the fucking pain his life has been inordinately filled with grief over the knowledge of this inevitable final separation from him after so many years and so much distance already having separated him from the people he loved and cared for and he loved and cared for so many people so deeply with such sincerity and beauty and endless endless warmth and compassion and humor when Gabo wrote of the colonel trying to reach back through to his memories and being unable to after previously recalling that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice even years later, as he faced the firing squad, at the moment of his death like a 'baby chick' my poor frail beautiful grandfather appearing exactly the same way when he'd take off his dentures and curl over to the side to sleep, then when awake but still half asleep hearing your voice having brought his apple cider vinegar and garlic concoction or a cup of tea or just coming by to hold his hand or play with his beard the way all of his grandchildren have at one point or another and smiling with his eyes still closed smiling bright and wide the expression of a precious little cat purring as you scratch under its chin always the most beautiful smile and even as his hair turned white and his body withered and wrinkled and shrunk his cheekbones while still not bad long ago ceased being the way they were in that picture from his wedding day back when he he looked like young Robert De Niro's much much prettier Kashmiri cousin from then until now always that same radiance and those same quick-witted and kind and bright bright bright sparkling eyes. The past month and a half I've been feeling like I'm seeing my own mother dying before my eyes along with her father, my adorable beloved abu nana, I can't even begin to comprehend how she must be feeling right now I feel like I'm witnessing her death in advance through all of this and losing the part of her that is him even though I know that's not actually the case. Things have been so fucking painful and complicated between us but the one thing we've shared that's never
been painful is our love for him. When he left after his last visit four years ago I spent the next two days barely able to even talk. Compliments or like any positive comments directed in my directions have almost always caused me this reflexive discomfort and uneasiness but whenever he or anyone else would say that I'm his favorite grandchild I'd want to hold on to that as closely as i possibly can. I don't want him to leave us and more than that I want for whatever happens to at least happen with him back at home but neither of those things seem likely right now although who the fuck knows. I hope his last thoughts can be of flowers, like Kafka's, and Lispector's, or of love, wherever he is I hope it's not asking too much to hope for that at least. For someone that spent his life so deeply immersed within that Garciamarquesian solitude he never made those around him feel any way other than at home, safe and warm and loved and adored and adorable and lovable and at home not because of a place not even the garden at the house in Lahore but with him always always I've never felt more at home than during the times I spent near him, and his love and his flowers
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Sunflower. Pt.2 LTY
Warnings: there is some mild sexy time thing but lemme tell you this relationship is toxic as fuck and get pretty heavy on the verbal fights so please don’t read if you are senstive to this kind of stuff.
THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY OLD BLOG
The minutes ticked slowly by on the clock.
You didn’t dare check the time, scared of how late it was, and how early you had to wake up in the morning. You were now in your senior year at university, and it took no genius to notice you had been somewhat distracted over the past year or so. And your grades took the fall for it, so here you were at the ungodly hours of the night, juggling fixing your grades and working at your part-time job.
And speaking of distractions, you hadn’t seen Taeyong in 5 days. He, as far as you knew, was in a similar boat, having put off school in favor of parties and drinking, he was somewhat distant to everyone that past week or so. You are fairly certain that the only people who he has even seen the past couple of days are his two best friends, Johnny and Jaehyun.
You had met them both a couple of times before, and they were very similar to Taeyong himself, though you had to admit, they were a bit nicer. But you had never gotten to close with them, certainly not close enough to ask about their friend. (Who you weren’t even dating)
As the hours went by you found your mind straying farther and farther away from the material of the book laid out in front of you, instead of to the beautiful man who had your heart. You were worried about him, you missed him. Your mind thought of the last time you had seen him. It had been at the last college football match, and since you hung around in similar circles your two groups of friends often sat near each other at these kinds of things. Not that he sat next to you, no way in hell. He kept his distance laughing and joking with his friends, barely glancing your direction. But you hardly even looked at the game, instead choosing to watch the expressions of the heavenly man only a few rows away. He had been wearing a graphic T, which had hung loosely of his lean shoulders, and was tucked into his jeans. Your friends sitting next to you would elbow you in the ribs now and then notify you of something happening in the game, but not even the roaring crowd of thousands of happy college students could make you drag your eyes away from Taeyong as he jumped up, elated like his friends.
As the game came to a close you pleaded silently that the two groups of friends would stay together for the after-party, but your roommate (the person most aware of your infatuation) pulled you away from the festivities reminding you of the many hours of homework ahead of you that evening.
The party, you heard, was an eventful one. There were whispers through the grapevine that some disgruntled players from the opposing school found their way to the party and (though there are about 15 different versions of the story) Taeyong was the main reason 2 of them left with a black eye. You don’t know how much you believe that, Taeyong was many things but violent was not one of them, but it worried you none the less. Especially since he has been MIA since that night. I mean, what if he got hurt? What if he was in the hospital?
You pulled your mind out of the speeding train of thought. Your eyes were burning after staring at the pages of your textbook in the dim light for so long, and lateness of the hour only added to the heaviness of your lids. Not to mention the hard surface of your cheap desk and chair were a great discomfort to your aching bones after the long shift you had finished not 4 hours before. You finally gave yourself the relife of rubbing your bloodshot eyes and stretching your crackling spine. Now you looked at the clock next to you on the cheap yellow wood of your desk.
2:13 am.
As though the number themselves triggered it, you opened your mouth in a shaking yawn that moved its way through your body in waves. The exhaustion and desire for sleep were so severe you wondered whether you would make it all the way to your bed about 4 feet away. After coming to the realization that continuing to stare blankly again at your textbook would change nothing, you moved to stand up, lifting your arms above your head and arching your back side to side feeling the pleasant cracks. But your movements twords your bed were halted by your phone notification flashing. Lifting your phone closer to your head, straining your tired eyes you read. It was a simple question from your friend about your plans the next day (something you planned on replying to tomorrow morning) but the alert sent a thought to your brain.
Maybe you should call him.
You don’t know why this came into your head, it’s not like he had the best track record for answering you, and it’s not like he is likely to respond after being away for so long. But your earlier thoughts and fears resurfaced in your head, enough so that you typed out a quick message to the man and sent it before you could think twice:
To: Taeyong
“Hey, don’t know where you’ve been but I missed you”
[2:15 am]
The train car stank slightly and rumbled severely, but the giddiness bubbling in your tummy at the thought of the day out with those closest to you had all negative thoughts pushed out of your mind. Soon the monotone robotic voice sounded over the PA informing you of your arrival. Your roommate took the both of you by the arms and safely guided the three of you off the stain and above ground. Though it was still early morning the sun shown brilliantly against the glass windows of the surrounding buildings.
Pushing the thoughts out of your brain you crawled into your bed.
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The plans you and your friend had for the day was simple, heading into the city your campus was on the outskirts of. Both of you had been spending the past two weeks working your asses off so as a reward you, your best friend and your roommate were now sitting on the subway heading to the heart of the city.
Besides time and a meeting place, you and your two companions had no real plan for the day, instead, allowing the day to take you where it will. As the sun moved through the sky so did your group through the city, going from shop to shop or park to park, even possibly a wedding reception (though your roommate dragged you and your friend away before it could be considered “wedding crashing”)
As the day drew to a close, the sun finally falling behind the towers, your best friend had the sudden idea to do something daring. The day had been an all-round success and had even managed to keep Taeyong out of your mind for the past few hours which was a feat in itself, so you decided to indulge your friend and ask her what she had in mind.
You were stopped at a street corner outside a quaint looking coffee shop and the time for nightlife was just beginning. The three of you were stood in a circle and as your friend spoke she leaned in, giving her words a childish giddy tone.
“Let’s get tattoos!” she spoke in a whispered shout. You scoffed at the idea leaning back in disbelief.
“Why would I spend my hard-earned money to have someone draw on my skin?” you asked allowed, expecting to have your roommate, ever the sensible one, back you up. But after being met with silence your head whipped to her to see the pensive yet optimistic look on her face.
“Oh no, don’t tell me you’re ok with this?” You asked in disbelief, gesticulating madly in her direction. She gave you a sheepish smile and said;
“Well, it is our last year of undergrad, might as well do something to remember it” all the while speaking with a bashful smile on her face.
“What?!” you could not believe the words you were hearing. Looking back and forth between your two friends did nothing to ease the confusion on your head. But after staring at them for a minute, them looking determined, you spoke;
“I’ll come with you but don’t expect me to get anything” you spoke resolutely. At this your friend, the initiator of the idea refuted,
“No, absolutely not, we are doing this together or not at all!” She looked defiant.
The longer you considered the darker it got and as much as you didn’t want to admit it you had been sort of detached from the people closest to you because of Taeyong and it sounded nice to be apart of the group again. You continued to mull it over for a few more moments before speaking apprehensively.
The day was now over and you were comfortably laying on your bed sprawled out over the covers like a starfish with a content smile etched onto your lips as you watched the blades of your ceiling fan revolve, listening to the gentle hum of voices from whatever your roommate was listening to in her room.
“Fine, something small”
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The parlor had been intimidating and severe but after walking out with a small sunflower tattoo on your right ribs (easily concealable in the future) you felt like a new woman. The three of you pilled into the nearest public restroom to take an Instagram picture of your new “Ink” (as your friend so childishly put)
The peace was broken however when the blaring sound of your ring tone sounded through the room. Your heart jumped at the initial sound but you quickly calmed and reached out to answer it. Whatever spike your heart received at the ringtone was nothing compared to the jolt at the name flashing on your screen:
Taeyong
You stared blankly at it for a few moments before rushing to answer it, practically shooting upright on your bed while bringing your phone to your ear. The eagerness that boiled inside of you whenever you were around the beautiful man grew as you awaited the sound of his voice.
“Hello?” you said almost too quickly before the call completely connected. You half expected the kind of brooding silence he usually gave you to build anticipation when he called you for sex, but instead, he spoke almost as quickly as you did.
“Let me in” the voice was not the smooth or a rich as honey as it usually was, in fact, it was almost coarse and rough. But this fact did nothing to stop the growing need in your heart knowing he was so close.
You barely choked out a ‘sure’ before running to meet him. The fact you were barely covered in an oversized t-shirt you bought yourself and underwear and the fact that you did not tell your roommate what was happening did not cross your mind as your body acted practically of its own accord, flinging your front door open and running down the several flights of stairs to the main door. Only when you reached the main entrance did the state of your dress and the lateness of the hour occur to you. But you didn’t have time to be embarrassed with Taeyong on the other side of the door. Panting you pulled open the door.
The sight of him was as beautiful as always, to you, he carried a glow around him that made him stand out from everyone else. Your mind already fogging over from the proximity after being apart for so long. While you were starstruck at the sight of him, his eyes only narrowed as he looked you up and down once before shoving his way through the door. dazed, you allowed him to drag you wordlessly back up to your apartment by the vice grip he held on your wrist. The entire way up the stairs your eyes did not leave his back. Even in the thick hoodie he was wearing your eyes could almost see where the toned muscles of his back would be if you could see them, your mouth watered at the thought and your head swam with the desire to hold him as close to your body as possible. Taeyong gave you no such opportunity, instead of keeping himself at least 2 steps ahead of you, dragging you limply behind him.
When you finally made it back through the threshold of your apartment Taeyong kicked the door closed behind him a continued the pull you twords your room. Your roommate called out, “Y/N? What’s going on?” from her room, clearly still preoccupied with the TV show she was watching. You awoke from your daze the tinnies bit but before you could answer Taeyong spoke loudly in response:
“None of your damn business”
Pulling open the door to your room pushing you in ahead of him and slamming the door so forcefully you briefly thought it might break off the wall. Distantly, as though it was coming from underwater, you heard your roommate scoff as though unsurprised. But this was inconsequential to you right now, all your mind seemed to fully understand was Taeyong standing before you with a scowl etched on to his perfect features.
Normally Taeyong would take his time working you up to near insanity before acting but tonight he was a man on a mission, merely pushing you back onto the bed. You instinctively slid back till your back hit the wall but your eyes did not leave his. Honestly, it was rare to have his full undivided attention even when he was toying with you, but the penetrative stare made you feel as though he could see every inch of your body with x-ray vision and the sensation was intoxicating.
Taeyong wasted no time in climbing on top of you and caging your head between his arms. Your head was swimming, Taeyong, his weight pressing down on you and, his heavenly musk being the only thing any of your five senses you perceive. Your heart was racing a mile a minute and your throat constricted the closer he got. You’re sure he could feel the eagerness radiating off your body.
Taeyongs hand slid from their place on the mattress to the hem of your shirt and in one quick motion he pulled it off. An instant cold hit your now exposed chest, but after a year of encounters with Taeyong, you knew better than to cover your now hardening nipples from the cold air. But Taeyong didn’t seem to notice or care about your compliance with his tastes and rules, instead, his eyes were fixed, unmoving from the dark lines etched into your skin covered by the clear wrappings. His eyes swam with unrecognizable emotions but you, who are so attuned to him, knew after only a few seconds that he was not pleased with what he saw.
Your heart sank and dread-filled your chest, in a childish attempt to keep him from looking so disapprovingly at the mark you moved your hand to cover it. But the damage had been done.
The disapproving look did not leave his eyes as they slowly moved from the inky skin upwards to your hardening nipples. A low rumble came out of his chest as he moved you farther back onto the bed placing his body between your automatically parting legs. He moved his head closer and began leaving bites and bruises on your neck and chest.
You were in euphoria as the feeling of his wet plush lips moved up and down on your neck, leaving a cold slick trail in their wake. It did not take much for Taeyong to get you keening with desire, and though this was not his usual tactic of reducing you to putty by merely his words before even laying a finger on you, it was still working like a charm. As you looked down at your bodies pressed together and his beautiful hands sliding up and down your torso you had a feeling that he could feel the slick in your panties and the heat radiating off of them.
Eventually, Taeyong pulled back just enough to watch your expressions, one hand slowly slid from its place on your waist up your body to the roots of your hair, and the other slid lower, trailing the skin above your panties briefly before slipping into them. At first, he did nothing but stare at you. You were panting with anticipation, practically mewling at the mere thought of him. You are sure the desperation could be seen in your eyes, but you didn’t care, you wanted him to know how much he means to you especially in this way where no other man could give you the same satisfaction.
His hand was cold where it sat securely cupping your heat, your body started to buck slightly into his hand, pleading him to just do something.
“How badly do you need it?” He questioned allowed in a surprisingly amused voice. You whined out a response and bucked your hips once more into his hand.
“That’s, not an answer baby,” He remarked casually as the heat the pooled in your abdomen burned even stronger, sweat was beginning to form on your brow as your body worked itself up into a fervor. You wanted him more than anything you have ever wanted before. Your head swam with thoughts, but the only discernable thing in them was the face of the godly man before you, who glowed in the yellow lights of your bedroom.
“I need it so bad Tae” You spoke, your voice came out raspy.
“And who do you want to give it to you?” He asked, finally moving his hand the slightest bit to slid between your folds. Your breath hitched so severely that you nearly choked. And when one long slender finger found it’s purchase providing your entrance you lost the ability to breathe at all.
It felt like you had done hard drugs with how intensely your mind spun. Every inch of your body tingled with desire for Taeyong.
“You, Taeyong, please” You pleaded so desperately, closing your eyes to shield yourself from the powerful glow that radiated off of him. But just when you thought he would grace you with the pleasure you so desperately desired, his hand pulled away and out of your panties abruptly. A pitiful whine so long and drawn out it was shameful, escaped your lips as your body attempted to curl in on itself to fill the spot where Taeyongs hand was not moments ago, but his lean body was still positioned over yours keeping you in place. The hand that had been in your hair tightened dangerously as he forced your dazed eyes to meet his clear ones.
“So just to be clear,” he spoke in his scarily dominating voice, “You need me” He spoke every word with such a definitive tone. Your eyes had gone wide in shock after the initial stupor and feeling of emptiness subsided. You pressed your back into the mattress and nodded at him, after all, it was true.
Taeyong leaned back onto his heels, still kneeling on the bed, still keeping you securely beneath him.
“When I saw it on Instagram I hoped it was a joke.” He stated plainly, crossing his arms after gesturing vaguely to the marks on your stomach. The disappointment that dripped from every word made you want to crawl deeper and deeper into the blankets. You had disappointed him, you shouldn’t have let your friends talk you into getting it.
“And to think I was going to reward you next time I saw you.” you burned with embarrassment.
“And what exactly were you thinking” He accused, leaning back over you with a severity you had never heard in his voice. The shame was unbearable.
“Marking up your skin?” He nearly spat at you. You felt awful like you had failed him, the only person who mattered to you at all. But in his next words, his voice shifted to a sickly sweet tone.
“My baby girl doing something like this without asking me?” He asked allowed as if it was a scandalizing thing for you to do.
But his words caused something to snap in you. You were coming down from the dazed high that seemed to permeate your brain whenever Taeyong was around. You felt hurt and cut deep, and possibly for the first time, a twinge of anger rose in your chest as his accusatory glare still shown down on you.
Your face hardened as the anger rose. Fuck this.
You forced yourself into a sitting position and pulled your discarded shirt over your head. Taeyong was thrown off balance by this and fell slightly onto the bed. His face held shock but anger was still the predominant emotion as he pushed himself off the bed to stand on the floor in front of you.
You had never acted out against him before so both of you seem equally surprised at your actions and certainly, neither of you knew what you were going to do next. Your brain was still quite a bit fuzzy but was gaining clarity quickly but the only thing you truly felt at this moment was, for the first time, you wanted Taeyong out. So that’s what you went with.
“Leave” you demanded simply, breaking eye contact with his smoldering gaze. Even as you spoke a significant portion of your hear was calling out to you to stop. To not let yourself push away the man you craved so intently. Taeyong made no move to leave only raising an eyebrow. You could tell that he was not taking you seriously, as he never has, so you repeated yourself, firmer and meeting his eyes.
“Leave”
“I’m not going to do that” he replies cooly, it was clear to him that he still held the power in this interaction and he was determined to keep it.
“Now how bout you tell me what’s bothering you so I can get back to dealing with this little act of defiance,” he remarks, causally gesturing to the patch of skin beneath your shirt. He was treating you like a child. Like a dumb little girl throwing a tantrum. You began to seeth where you sat staring up at him. He made a move to reach out to you but you shoved his hand away. Fixing your face with a determined expression.
“Taeyong, get the fuck out of my apartment,” The mild amusement in his face disappeared. His eyes darkened dangerously, a sign you had become accustomed to. He was getting angry as well, but he still made no move to leave. The longer he stood there to more your blood boiled and the more you glared at each other the higher the tension rose.
“Watch your mouth, babe” He growled at you.
“Don’t tell me what to do Taeyong” You said raising your voice and pushing yourself off the bed to face him. You had never been anything but compliant with him, scared to lose whatever affection he had for you. Even in the moments he frustrated you or broke your heart you would still obey his every command because the idea of being without those few minutes with him was worse than enduring the hours of pain that he caused. But now as you stand here you could not stop the flow of words escaping your mouth, though deep in your heart you knew you would regret them later.
“Do not tell me what to do Taeyong. I am sick and tired of this shit! You come into my life, maybe twice a week if I’m lucky, fuck around with me and my emotions, make demands, make me act a certain way, only to leave me and disappear for days! and yet I still come running any time you call just for the chance to be in your presence. You treat me like I am a child and even when I am with you it’s like I am the 3rd thing on your priorities list!”
You took a panting breath.
“God fucking damn it Taeyong, you have stopped in the middle of fucking me just to go off to some party and you think you have the right to come in here and take ownership of my body?” You screamed out every word at him and with every word his face hardened.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think I have the right, I know I do” he growled out, “Because in case you haven’t noticed it is you that comes crawling back not me, it is you who hangs on every word I say, it is you who fell in love with me.” Spat out at you, voice dripping with malice.
“Yes I do treat you like a child because you are one, it’s like you are completely dependent on me and its pathetic! You call me and text me every fucking hour of the day like it’s my job to listen to your cries. I have better things to do than comfort you over every tinny inconvenience.” His speech was filled with more emotion than you had ever heard come out of him, and honestly, you wanted more.
“Fuck off Taeyong” You spat turning away from him and staring out your window.
“Oh, no no no, you wanted to fight, now we are going to fight!” He practically roars at your back, stepping closer to you where you stood your ground.
“You are the neediest and most obsessed person I ever meet. Remember I don’t need you, I really fucking don’t. And yet you get crazy every time I don’t talk to you for a day, what the fuck was that by the way 'Hey, don’t know where you’ve been but I missed you’ If I thought it was important that you knew where I was I would have fucking told you. I don’t fucking love you so why are you so obsessed with me” He calls out to you. You rounded on him.
“Do not act like you didn’t want me to fall for you possessive son of a bitch! You were so scared of sharing your toys you made it a point to make me care about you so that others would stay away!”
Your voices were getting louder and louder with each passing jab.
“Yeah, I don’t like sharing! I never said I was a good guy Y/N, I don’t give a fuck about your feelings but I will be fucking damned if I let some random ass guy of the street touch you or let you put black shit in your skin! I know you better than anyone and you know what the best part is? It will fucking stay that way, cuz I know that right now you are just eating up all the attention I am giving you aren’t you, you pathetic bitch!
Just as he was about to continue the door was thrown open and your roommate stocked into the room. Her expression was hard and emotionless. She marched right up to where Taeyong stood motionless, grabbed the man by the collar and flung him twords the door. She spoke with the kind of finality that sent shivers down your spine.
"Taeyong, its time your you to leave.”
After processing her words he gave her a quick once over as if deciding if it was worth fighting. And as he turned and walked out the door you had the sinking realization had he had decided that you were not worth the trouble.
After the sound of the front door opening and closing your roommate turned to were you stood and addressed you for the first time.
“are you alright?”
It occurred to you now for the first time that you were crying. Because Taeyong was right, you did like it in those moments where it seemed for the first time that you were truly the sole object of his attention.
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Response to being asked to give an opinion on Connie’s calout by residentevil-4
(Tw: CSAM, rape fic, incest fic, predatory behavior, racism, ableism, kink mention, nsfw mentions. Minors should probably dni.)
“Connie and I know each other irl and went to school together for 3 years, although they now live in a different state and have cut contact with me. We went to a private therapy school in Manhattan as we're both disabled and were deemed unable to attend public school. Even though we were pretty close, Connie didn't like having photos taken of them, so I don't have any selfies of the two of us; however, these are from our sophomore and senior yearbooks which at least confirms that we were in the same year at school. People who have seen Connie's selfies should be able to confirm that that is what they look like.
First and foremost, Connie is not TMA. They are intersex and the two of us have discussed intersex issues both in person and online, but they are still decidedly CAFAB.”
Ok so first off, I want to address this part of the callout. To be honest...was it really necessary to literally doxx Connie ehre? Because this textbook definition of doxxing. Yes Connie’s done some shitty things but I freally don’t think that what they’ve done warrants this level of doxxing. Or...even better, any doxxing. This feels like a really unnecessary breach of privacy, revealing sensitive information on Connie’s childhood that they choose to confide in you with.
I really don’t agree with this aspect of the callout as it feels very invasive and bordering on stalkerish. Btw when I say bordering on stalkerish I’m not directly calling you a stalker Bonnie. Just so we’re clear. I am not defending Connie supposedly faking being TMA. Because faking being TMA is a very serious issue. HOWEVER since I don’t know Connie irl and to be quite frank it’s none of my business what the nature of their agab is.
Were not close and I’m certainly not going to like lead Connie onto thinking we’re friends just to confirm this with them because that would be creepy. So to be honest I’m going to take this part of the callout with again of salt for now.
[ID: A cropped screenshot of a numbered list Connie posted to their blog hadrosaurs in response to an ask.
“3. I’m TMA And that’s completely irrelevant. I’m not accusing them because of their gender I didn’t even know their gender when they said that to me saying that they said that because they fucking said that and the reaction to it was incredibly alarming. Don’t fucking say that stuff to people.]
I mean I”m not a trans woman so take this with a grain of salt if you want but...I don’t see how this is really proof of Connie being deliberately transmisogynistic? Yes Connie gives iffy retellings of mistakes they’ve made in the past. I’ve seen that on their blog before and I won’t pretend it doesn’t happen. BUT here they sound genuine enough and to be honest a growing issue I’ve seen with callouts as of late is. A person confirms they in fact did not do the thing they were called out for.
And then the people who make the callout choose to see it as proof of incriminating behavior anyways. To be honest it’s a big problem and it’s also incredibly unfair to the person being called out. If you’re so determined at that point to see the person as bigoted no matter what they say then of course anything they say can be seen as proof. So I’m going to have to pass on this bit of evidence.
“Connie responded:
“Final note: I have spoken extensively with several trans women about using TMA to describe myself. I will not be getting into discourse about that on this blog again. All that leads to is people demanding my medical records and calling me slurs. If you wanna have a thoughtful conversation about it direct message me cause it’s not happening again here.”
Again this really doesn’t seem all that self incriminating. Connie mentions here that they’ve talked to rl trans woman about whether or not they can be considered TMA. Connie really doesn’t have to disclose that personal information to people for any reason. Yes even when people are e including this ask response in a callout. And considering lots of people DO get invasive about Connie’s medical history ans general personal life over matters like this? I feel their reaction is pretty understandable here.
“Connie has constantly compared “exclusionists” (or anyone, really) to TERFs, even when the people in question are not transmisogynistic, trans exclusionary radfems, or are even transmisogyny affected themselves.
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Gonna have to disagree with this part of the callout too. Lots of ace inclus blogs, even some run by trans women , have proven that the ace exclus movement was started by swerfs/terfs. But the blog that has the most evidence for this is courteousmingler on tumblr. I suggest you check out that blog’s archiving of the history of ace exclus rhetoric before rushing to call me a transmisogynist for disagreeing with this part of the callout.
I looked through all of the evidence for Connie being racist and tbh as a black ndn it all feels incredibly flimsy. It’d be one thing if Connie was using their experiences to derail and invalidate the discussions about how black people are oppressed But they weren’t doing that there at all. This part of the post feels incredibly biased. And like OP is looking for things to be mad about. Going to have to pass on this list of evidence.
Also uh I seem to recall that residentevil04 got called out for some questionable behavior as well.
“Both me (insepsy, hi) and ezrat have had really weird spikes in activity on our Statcounters, both on the same day. (Saturday, 4/17/21) For both of us, majority of the pages looked at by these visitors have been related to or about Connie, or have been posts that Connie would find "problematic" such as the f slur untagged or something related to "panphobia"/aphobia.
I’m sorry but...none of the proof of cyberstalking holds any water. Visiting someone’s blogs and rbing posts to disagree with them is not cyberstalking. Keeping tabs on urls that an abusive person who has harassed are using so you can block them (in this case with kyoshi) and warn your mutuals is not stalking. As a victim of rl stalking it’s...really weird to call this legit stalking at all. Much less claim that you have damning proof of it being stalking when no such evidence exists in the callout.
Besides after Connie and nonbinarydave called out one of kyoshi’s buddies for sending a death threat hate anon to nonbinarydave’s toddler st4lker partly admitted to doing it a few times. Then other mutuals in kyoshi’s toxic social circle clearly began joining in. Making side accounts where they tried to spin a false narrative of nonbinarydave’s daughter being one of their alters (ableist as hell.) And also trying to do it in such a way that they thought would trigger nonibnarydave’s psychosis (also ableist as hell.)
If you’re going to drag Connie for their mistakes and never let them move on from those mistakes then it’s only fair to do that to people you agree with who also do toxic/bigoted things.
ALso the fact that your wording here suggests that you think panphobia and aphobia aren’t real makes me doubt this claim even more. Exclus and their allies are notorious for mislabeling inclus disagreeing with them as stalking.
“connie said that they would release that info at a later time and the minor began to argue with them that they had a responsibility regardless of their complicated relationship with age. in this argument connie for a time kept their age ambiguous and at one point told the minor (who confirmed in a later ask that they were severely traumatized by adults) that they obviously weren’t traumatized. connie quickly deleted this ask and any mentions of it and the next post they reblogged was about how wrong it was to try and quantify or discount others’ trauma. on my old blog i @ed them in the replies and asked if they had just done that. connie admitted to it and said it was fucked up but quickly blocked + deleted my comment. i can’t remember whether or not connie apologized to the minor, they may have? but yeah. i thought that was pretty weird.”]
I do agree with some of the concern here that adults shouldn’t over expose minors in discourse. I’ve been contemplating this for awhile myself. And trying to figure out how to take better steps to avoid including minors who are triggered by discourse in discourse, especially. HOWEVER I have one little issue with this addition to the callout. If that is the case then exclus and their allies need to practice this as well. You cannot ignore the fact that the reason a lot of minors are getting involved in exclus discourse is due to adult exclus and their allies forcing minors to pick a side in the discourse.
Y’all are not at all exempt from this problem. I still remember an ex mutual of mine trying to convince a minor to agree that aces can’t face corrective rape. And based on how aggressive it got with me when I tried to avoid giving an opinion on the matter, I can’t imagine that it would’ve reacted better to the minor refusing to give an opinion or to the minor outright disagreed. Refusing to put these standards on exclus and their allies is both hypocritical and quite frankly very transparent.
The claims about them glorifying dark topics on AO3 through their fics also seems unfortunately legit. I mean those asks of shaming people who ask their viewers to not romanticize or glorify abusive relationships in their works is very damning. I’m very disappointed to see that Connie has taken being an inclus to the point of validating antis anti culture wholeheartedly. I can’t think of much more to add to my opinion on that part of the callout.
As for the issue of Connie interacting with pro shippers in the past, I do know that this claim is legit. I’ve seen it before and so has Breeze. This was why for a brief time we decided to stop following their blogs. Because it was triggering to have pro shippers put on our dash. And sometimes we just don’t feel it’s worth it to always let people we’re platforming know they’re rbing triggering stuff. So sometimes we just quietly unfollow and choose to not interact until we’re sure they’re filtering what they do and don’t rb in some way.
I definitely don’t agree with that behavior. And if they’re still doing that I”ll deplatform again.
“The anon asks: “A weird question but do you know any other stimboard blogs with your follow criteria? (No radfems, racists, fandom antis, etc.) I was hoping to find more through your “similar blogs” but a lot have no anti-antis for their DNI or allow truscum/transmeds and exclus. :(“
The user responds: “I know of @turtle-pond-stims, @outofangband, and @kinaesthetics! 🍂🍄"
“[ID: A cropped screenshot of an ask sent by Connie from their now-deactivated blog, butch-with-a-tortoise.
Connie says: “hey anon I have safe stim blogs. dm me if you want them. And radfems/bigots aren’t allowed to interact. For my own safety (because the community is honestly terrifying) I can’t publicly say on my blogs that I’m safe for proshippers/kinky people but I try to spread word how I can.”]
[ID: Screenshot of a post by evilwriter37, which reads, “I’ve been seeing posts about fandom police leaving ao3, and it’s like: Good. We don’t want you here anyway. Go find your own fanfiction site.”
The post is tagged “#Fandom #AO3 #Antis #Purity Culture” and has 87 notes. It was posted on December 21st, 2020.
There is a reply from main-to-outofangband-andothers saying: “there are Silm antis on that site who are against Russigon (Maedhros and Fingon) not because they’re cousins but because they’re both male (coded)”]
[ID: A screenshot of an anonymous (though signed off as being from outofangband) ask sent to evilwriter37, which says, “Melkor and Viggo solidarity is ‘Look there’s nothing wrong with keeping my enemy chained up in my personal chambers at all times so please just focus on the war efforts and I’ll focus on the boy* in my chambers’ -@outofbangand.
*boy used figuratively @ antis”
The user responds: “Pfft!!! Hahaha! You’re absolutely right! (And Viggo does refer to Hiccup in canon as ‘my boy’).”]
I can’t really say anything to refute this. Because these are all posts of Connie outright stating that they disagree with antis. And not only sympathize with anti antis but are fully against antis. Looks like very damning evidence.
Although ngl I’m not entirely against kinky blogs as a whole? Just so long as they truly stay in their lane with their kink content. And don’t force it on others in any way. Or shame people who are triggered by their kinks. It is true that being entirely against kinky blogs no matter what is dipping your toes into swerf rhetoric.
Tbh I’m not going to look at the rest. This is pretty much all I need to make a decision on whether or not I”ll continue platforming Connie. Though I will try to get some more perspective from people who I interact with as well. Because I feel better about making a more definitive decision after doing that.
Also in general please don’t not try to get an opinion from me on how I feel about syscourse. A lot of the claims about Connie’s age weirdness and them using their alters as a shield feel like syscourse to me. Especially if this callout was written by one or several singlets. Singlets should never be trying to judge how legit someone’s system is ever. Even if their system friends encourage them to.
You can call out a horrible person with a system without trying to insinuate that they’re lying about their alters in some way. Doing otherwise is ableist ESPECIALLY if you’re a singlet. Also in general the reason I stay out of discussions of judging how someone is handling their systems is because it’s syscourse and syscourse is triggering for my system and I. If this post was an attempt to get me to give an opinion on the validity of Connie’s system I don’t appreciate it.
And I would appreciate not being dragged into such matters again, thank you.
In general there’s like a few parts of this callout that feel legit. Which is unfortunately cluttered with obvious bias and obsessive hatred of Connie. I’m not here to stan or coddle Connie. I know they are not a perfect person. Especially since no human being in the world is perfect.
But I feel the way this callout was created was very sloppy since a lot of the evidence was messy at best. And some points were very hypocritical as well as there being some no true scotsman moments from OP. In acting like exclus never do any of the thing that they tried to call out Connie for. Which is behavior that I am not a fan of. This is why people need to be more careful about callouts and like make roughdrafts and have a more unbiased person helping them if they don’t feel they can do it on their own.
I’m even trying to make a resolve to do better at that myself. So it’s not like I’m unwilling to put my money where my mouth is. Anyways those are all my thoughts on this messy callout. And tbh I’m not going to get too much more heavily involved in this. Because I need to focus on more immediately serious rl stuff more often, like doing what I can to get out of the hellish landscape of a house I currently am stuck in.
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You Bring the Moon and Stars to Me (Part Four) - Tyson Jost
Synopsis: A Soulmate!AU where your soulmark only appears once you fall in love with your soulmate
Words: 8.9k
Warnings: tyson still aint 21 and is drinking in some parts
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
September/October 2018 - Denver, CO
“Does Tyson know you have a boyfriend?” Caitlyn asks as you near EJ’s house. She sat next to you in the passenger seat, while her boyfriend, Josh, was in the back.
“Considering Aiden’s not my boyfriend, no.” You respond, turning right onto EJ’s street. Caitlyn shakes her head at you and you know exactly what she’s thinking since this is about the fourth time she’s brought it up.
“I just don’t get why you can’t tell Tyson you’re seeing someone, considering he’s your best friend and all.” She shrugs looking out the window at the big craftsman-style houses in the neighborhood.
“Because it’s still casual and it hasn’t really gotten brought up yet. I really don’t see the big deal.”
“The big deal is that the last time you and Tyson saw each other was at Gabe’s wedding when you guys had a moment,” She moves her hands in front of her, putting an emphasis on ‘moment’. You pull up to EJ’s house as she finishes talking, parking your car on the curb.
“It was a wedding, they’re full of ‘moments’,” You put finger quotations around moment. After the wedding, you had gone back to Denver while Tyson went back home to Alberta where you guys resumed your friendship like nothing had happened. The summer was spent with a numerous amount of FaceTime’s and sending memes to one another. Sure, the thought of kissing Tyson would occasionally pop into your head over the summer months when you especially missed him, but that’s exactly what you blamed it on. The fact that he had never brought up the almost-kiss gave you even more reason to do the same.
“I just think there’s a deeper reason why you haven’t told him that you won’t admit to yourself.” Caitlyn shakes her head as the three of you walk up the long driveway. The rest of the walk is silent until you walk in through the front door and are greeted with loud cheers at your entrance.
“Y/n Y/l/n!” Gabe cheers, lifting his arms above his head, a beer in each of his hands. You laugh at the sight and go to yell his name back to him before you notice Tyson whipping his body around at the sound of your name combined with your laugh. Tyson all about shoves his blonde captain out of the way to get to where you’re standing across the living room.
Both of his hands are also clasped around cans of beer, some of it spilling as he sets them down harshly on the nearest surface on his way to you. You shriek as he wraps his arms tightly around your torso, picking you up a few inches of the ground. He sets you down but the two of you stay joined before you’re the one to pull back from him.
“How’s my superstar been?” You ask, looking him over as you rest your hands on his biceps. He’s wearing a pair of chino shorts, his thighs filling them out from a productive summer and his biceps have a golden sheen from spending so much of his summer outside.
“Better now that I’m back in Denver,” He smiles, eyes shining as he also looks over your body. You’re sporting a pair of loosely-fit mom jeans with a scarf you wrapped around yourself as a DIY top,. Tyson looks over to Caitlyn and Jack who are standing behind you as they watch your reunion, saying hi to them.
“So there’s stuff kind of going on everywhere. A lot of people are on the deck and in the backyard playing games or in here enjoying the AC.” He starts, pointing around to the large group of people all around your small group. “You can put your alcohol in the fridge too, there’s one in the kitchen, obviously, but if it’s full you guys can use the one in the garage.”
The three of you nod at his suggestions before he’s dragging you outside to meet the new guys that were signed over the summer. Once the two of you make your rounds you settle into lawn chairs that are placed by the firepit in the back.
“How was your summer?” Tyson asks before bringing his beer to his lips.
“Pretty good, I actually had to work, unlike some other people I know.” You chirp, glaring at the brunette next to you in a joking manner. He rolls his eyes at your comment before you continue. “Besides, we talked like four times a week, you know how my summer was. Oh! Jack officially moved in about a month ago.”
“Oh really? I’ll have to get his number so he can hang out with the boys. Ya know, so he’s not stuck with you girls all the time.”
“Hey!” You exclaim with a spirited tone. “We’re a great time and you know it.”
“Yeah, with all your pop culture gossip and medical drama tv shows. You guys are a hoot.” He shrugs, Candian accent popping out as he speaks. He downs the remainder of the light-brown liquid in his can, before setting it down on the grass next to him.
You laugh in shock and give a shove to Tyson’s shoulder once he’s sitting straight up again, “Shut the fuck up, you know you missed it.” He coughs lightly, pretending to have choked on his beer due to your shove.
“I’m wounded that you think I wouldn’t miss it,” Tyson brings a hand to his chest in fake distaste. His gaze turns soft as his eyes focus more on your face, his eyes slightly squinting due to the harsh sun that was beginning to set past the horizon. The freckles that had appeared on your cheeks and shoulders due to the time spent in the sun, your hair was a little lighter from getting highlights recently and it was longer than he remembered it being, and most importantly the genuine smile he missed seeing in person. “It’s always nice being able to go home and see everyone, especially being able to be on the lake. It was harder than last summer, I missed a lot of people.”
“Yeah, but you get to see people you grew up with and live a little calmer.” You respond. Tyson had always told you his favorite part about his Candian summers was the calm pace of the season, a much needed contrast to the grinding he’d put in for a majority of the year when the NHL season would come around.
“Yeah, I get to see Dante, who by the way you need to meet whenever he comes to town, and some buddies on other teams,” Tyson points out. “I don’t know, I felt like part of me stayed here in Denver. I don’t know if it was just because I missed everyone or just because it’s so different from home or what.”
You nod your head in understanding, knowing how difficult it was to leave a place you called home for more than just a week or two. “I think it’s just because you’ve established a life here. No matter how exciting or happy you are to be back home, part of you will miss where you spend most of your time.”
“And the people I spend all my time with.” He adds, gesturing to the people occupying the backyard. You glance around, noticing Nate, Tyson, and Big Z playing Spike Ball, while some of the guys and their wives sitting around the table that was on the deck. As your eyes land on where Caitlyn and Jack are standing with JT and Sydney, Tyson’s eyes land on you, thinking specifically about how good it was to be back not only in Denver but to be back where you were. Even if it was only his second season with the Avalanche, he truly felt like he had found his place in Denver, both with his hockey career and with the friends he had made.
“Josty! Y/n! We’re starting flip cup, let’s go!” JT shouts at the two of you, pulling Tyson away from his thoughts. The two of you stand up and saunter over to the large table that’s set up on the grass where a large group had formed. Before you can say you’ll be right back and that you need to get a refill, Tyson is placing his hand on the small of your back letting you know he’ll grab drinks for the both of you.
“You and Tyson look like you’ve been awfully close since we got here,” Caitlyn acknowledges, nudging your shoulder with hers.
“We’re just catching up, we haven’t seen each other since July,” You answer shortly. A few more people join around the table as the two of you speak, all grabbing solo cups and filling them up for the game. Caitlyn gives you a knowing look and before she can say what’s on her mind you stop her, “And no, I didn’t tell him about Aiden. Stop bringing it up.”
She brings her hands up in defeat, knowing that if she continues to talk about it you’ll just get angrier with him badgering. Tyson reappears next to you, Bud Light in one hand for him and an Angry Orchard in the other for you.
“I haven’t played this since that time at the hockey house senior year,” You admit to Tyson, who’s pouring his drink into his cup as you crack open yours.
“Hopefully you’re as good as I remember.” Tyson chirps, thinking back to that night the two of you really met. With where your friendship stood now, it seemed like that day in North Dakota was ages ago.
“From what I remember - which isn’t a lot because I was blasted that night, you were terrible.” You laugh, a few of the guys on the other side of the table also laughing, hearing the chirp.
A numerous amount of rounds pass, Tyson consistently being the reason you lose, while you were the reason your team would win. The sun’s been long gone for a while, the source of light being the decorative string lights along the deck and yard. The slight chill in the air causes most people to relocate to the kitchen and living room of the house, a few retreating to the basement to play poker or video games.
You spend most of your night near Tyson in some way, whether it be directly next to him or in the same group until he disappears to join some of the guys downstairs. The late-night starts turning into the early morning and Caitlyn and Jack are letting you know that they’re getting ready to go home.
“I’ll text you when Jack and I get home,” Caitlyn assures you as she hugs you goodbye before heading for the exit of the house. You make your way to the kitchen to switch out your now empty cider for a glass of water, choosing to f. Once you fill your glass up, you lean against the counter next to the sink and pull out your phone to see the Instagram story Caitlyn had tagged you in. It’s a Boomerang of you and her clinking your drinks in a ‘cheers’ from earlier in the night. You share it to your story as well before bringing your glass to your lips.
“Getting tired already, eh?” Tyson reappears, choosing to lean against the counter next to you. His one hand is gripping his beer as he was one of the few people still drinking at this time of night. The still moment as you laugh with a scoff before responding oddly feels like you’ve been in this exact moment once before.
“Caitlyn just ditched me to go have sex with her boyfriend,” you answer. Your phone vibrates in your hand and you see that Aiden’s texted you back. The vibration pulls you from what felt like another world of thinking, and you unlock it pulling up your messages to respond to Aiden.
Tyson couldn’t help but notice the increase in your attention towards your phone throughout the night as you type out a response. Granted, with the time that it was, more people were seen on their phones than in groups talking or playing games. Most attendees were starting to quiet down and a few were making plans to head out. You were typing away at your phone with a small smile when Tyson interrupted you with a slight shoulder shove.
“What’s got all your attention?” Tyson asks curiously. You quickly place your phone face down on the counter beside you giving Tyson your full attention.
“No one.”
“Oh, so you got a someone then, eh?” He asks, quirking one of his eyebrows up.
“It’s just some guy.” You shrug. Some part of you still didn’t know how to bring up Aiden’s presence in your life to Tyson. Even if Tyson was just a friend to you, it still felt weird for a reason you couldn’t exactly pinpoint.
His palms tighten against where they’re resting against the countertop the two of you are leaning back on, the joyful smile that was once on his lips disappears into one you can’t seem to read. Whether that be the alcohol you’ve consumed or just the simple fact that you’d never really seen Tyson look at you the way he was right now.
“Like a guy you’re seeing or?”
“Like a friend I’m seeing later.”
Tyson’s unreadable face turns into one of confusion as he mutters an ‘oh’ and looks back towards the expanse of the open kitchen in front of you two. He may not have seen you at all in the past three months from being back home, but that didn’t mean that you guys weren’t calling each other at least three times a week to catch up, so the mention of a ‘friend’ confused him. With that being said, he definitely thought that the two of you were open enough to let the other know if they were dating someone.
“His name’s Aiden, I kind of like him but we kinda just hang out at night if you know what I mean,” You spill.
Tyson swallows as he internally debates on whether or not he wants to directly ask you why you hadn’t mentioned this to him before or if he just wanted to skip over that whole part. He goes with the latter, “How long have you guys been talking?”
“Not that long, like a month?” You shrug your shoulders. Tyson doesn’t respond, partially from his slow reflexes that the alcohol in his system has caused and from the slight discomfort he felt about the news. “Oh, he’s here,” You announce as you read the text that pops up on your screen. You set your barely touched glass of water into the sink and start towards the front door.
Tyson pushes off the counter, following close behind you, “I’ll walk you out.” And if he had wanted to do that just to get a good look at the schmuck that was picking you up, you didn’t have to know. While we’re at it, he might have also suggested it in hopes that this Aiden guy would be intimidated by a different guy walking her out. He may not have been that tall, but Tyson knew damn well he was still leaner than most guys, and he had every intention of using that to his advantage
You nod your head at Tyson, walking around the house shouting to the remaining guys that you were heading out. As you get to the entryway and find your coat, Gabe saunters over to properly say goodbye.
“You guys heading out together?” Gabe asks, glancing between the two of you, a slight smirk forming on his lips. Tyson opens his mouth, no sound coming out at the suggestive question his captain makes.
“No, just me. My ride’s here.” You answer shortly, pulling your white sneakers on completely.
“I’m just walking her out,” Tyson says, almost as soon as you’re done speaking. Gabe nods his head in an awkward manner before turning on his heels to go back to what you assume is the group he was previously in.
You move towards the door and Tyson beats you there, even in his drunken state, and opens it for you. The two of you are greeted with none other than Aiden standing on the front porch. Tyson visibly puffs his chest out and pushes his shoulders back once he sees the man in front of him is in fact, much taller than him and very much the opposite of what he thought this guy would look like.
Aiden looks between the two of you, your body staggered right in front of Tyson’s as you say a quick ‘hey’. You turn around, going to give Tyson a side hug but he has other plans and embraces you fully. You hug him back, looking up at him getting ready to say bye when Aiden’s voice breaks your departure.
“I didn’t know you were partying at some mansion,” Aiden says, taking his hands out of his sweat pockets to point up towards the house you were gathered in front of. Tyson loudly scoffs at the statement and rolls his eyes. He was still in the early part of his career and he still hadn’t really gotten used to the whole other people making snide remarks about his lifestyle and career.
You pull away from Tyson, taking a step towards Aiden, “I told you I was hanging out with Tyson.”
“Not Tyson Jost and an entire NHL roster.”
Tyson holds back his scoff this time. He could already tell that if this guy was gonna be around much longer he was going to have to hold back making snide remarks. If he was already this intimidated and this annoyed with the group of guys you regularly hung around, he had a lot coming for him if he was planning to stick around.
You squeeze his bicep with one of your hands, choosing to not respond to Aiden’s comment. “I’ll see you on opening night?”
“Yeah, you will,” Tyson answers, smile starting to come back to his face. You nod your head and turn around to head towards Aiden’s still running car at the end of the driveway.
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The energy at the Pepsi Center was electric, to say the least, and the city of Denver was excited to have hockey back. Especially after a disappointing first-round exit in the playoffs in late April. You had kept up slightly with the off-season news - mainly due to Caitlyn’s interest - and knew that they would have high expectations with the new additions to the team.
Caitlyn was adorning her MacKinnon jersey that she had owned ever since he was drafted while you sported the #17 on your back per Tyson’s request. He always joked about how you were one of the few people that even had his jersey due to his younger age to which you always scoffed and called him a superstar despite only being in his second year.
Your small group consists of Aiden, Caitlyn, her boyfriend, Jack, and yourself. The four of you had all decided to get tickets yourself and make it a sort of ‘double-date’ as Caitlyn described it. Jack wasn’t a huge hockey fan, but he was a huge fan of Caitlyn so he had borrowed one of Tyson’s hoodies to wear since they were a similar size. Aiden was what he liked to call ‘an average hockey fan’ since he knew a lot about his hometown Avalanche team and the big names of the NHL, while not knowing much about anything else.
The four of you stopped to get drinks before heading to your seats in the mid-level section. With it being the opening night of the new season, tickets were more expensive than usual so you had all opted for cheaper seats to save money. Besides, the four of you were planning on joining the team’s festivities after the game when they headed downtown to their usual post-game bars.
The game flew by, the Avs coming out with a 4-1 win. The dominant win only contributed to the already high level of buzz in the arena and the surrounding areas. The four of you took your time exiting the arena and heading downtown, knowing that the guys you were meeting up with wouldn’t be out for at least another hour. You guys had carpooled to the game so the four of you all jump into Caitlyn’s SUV before she drives down to the parking lot she usually parked in on nights out.
By the time some of the guys make it to the bar, the four of you alongside some other WAG’s reserved a section in the back corner for the large group. Cheers erupt as they all enter, a way of saying congrats to a great win to start off the season. Everyone greets one another before everyone starts to disperse slightly to get their own alcoholic beverages.
“You remember Aiden,” You shout to Tyson over the loud bass, resting your palm on Aiden’s chest.
“What’s up, man?” Tyson greets. He goes to shake Aiden’s hand which Aiden happily does, however, Aiden keeps his other arm around your shoulders making sure you stay tucked into his side.
“You guys had a great game,” You complement with a smile towards Tyson. His eyes are bright, and his cheeks are full as he opens his mouth getting ready to respond when Aiden makes a comment you wish he hadn’t.
“Sucks you had that penalty, though.”
Tyson grinds his jaw as opposed to making a rude comment. If Tyson really wanted to be petty - and he really did; then he would’ve made some comment about how he made more in one 60 minute game than he probably did in a month. You squeeze his hand that’s moved to your hip in annoyance, glancing up at him with a look that screamed ‘why the fuck did you say that’.
“I’m gonna go get a drink,” Tyson announces, turning around on his heel and making his way towards the bar. You watch his body movement as he walks away, noting how nicely his grey slacks and jacket combo fit him.
“Why did you say that?” You turn towards Aiden, hissing up at him. “You don’t think that people already told him about his mistake? Ya know, like people that actually know what they’re talking about?”
“I know what I’m talking about,” He says easily, taking a sip from his IPA.
“Just leave it to the people that actually breathe hockey for a living. It was a rude comment to make, especially to my friend.” You say, continuing to look up to his face sternly. His face falters a little bit to an apologetic look before he says he’s sorry. Tyson reappears a few minutes later, joining you, Aiden, Caitlyn, Jack, JT, and Sammy. Instead of him coming back up to you directly, he steps to the side and jumps into conversation with Jack.
Caitlyn moves closer to you and Aiden, “So Tyson’s met Aiden then.��� You nod your head at her in answer, sipping on your margarita as she gives a knowing look. The subject of their meeting just as quickly as it gets brought up and everyone starts talking about the game and how excited they are for the season. Anyone could tell - and especially the people that were around the team like you guys were; that the chemistry of this roster was something special.
JT comes up to a little while later, ditching Tyson and some of the other guys at the table, “So this is the new guy, huh?” He asks, his hand holding his beer pointing at the guy you had been attached to all evening.
“Yep,” You smile excitedly. “This is Aiden, Aiden this is JT. He lives with Tyson and Kerfy, who you haven’t met yet. Speaking of Kerfy, is he around?”
“Nah, he went back to the house after to see his girl,” JT answers smoothly. “When are you guys coming over? I always see your car over at Caitlyn’s but you haven’t stopped by at ours since we’ve been back. Come to think of it, I’ve barely seen you since Landy’s wedding even though I’ve been in and out of town since then.” JT takes a large swig of his beer, seemingly finishing it as he rests it on the nearest surface.
Before you can muster up an excuse about being busy with work, Aiden’s face flashes in confusion. “You live close to each other or something?”
“They all live across the street from Caitlyn, I thought I told you that when I told you how I knew everyone,” You knit your eyebrows in confusion turning back towards Aiden. Aiden’s confused face relaxes a little, thinking back to what was probably the third time you guys hung out when you had finally decided to tell him you knew a large portion of the Colorado Avalanche.
You notice a movement at the table most of your friends are sitting at, and watch Tyson as he stands up from the booth he’s at as he makes his way over to three of you, jumping into the conversation. His cheeks have a slight pinkness to them and the top few buttons of his shirt have been unbuttoned.
“So, Aiden, what do you do?”
“I manage a construction company out in Aurora,” He answers, his voice booming over the surrounding sounds. “I’m thinking of getting my masters in business administration, but I haven’t made a decision yet.”
Tyson nods his head, being somewhat intimidated by Aiden’s expanse of education, something he clearly lacked. JT asks him where he got his undergrad, Aiden answering him, and saying he went to Michigan State.
“Oh, no way! I went to Michigan.” JT smiles, which you mirror. You’re happy that someone seems to finally be taking an interest in Aiden and your relationship with him. The two of them banter about which school is truly better, and you hold back your opinion not knowing much about either school.
Both you and Tyson stand quietly, listening to JT and Aiden talk about the MSU/Michigan rivalry. JT asked about what it was like at MSU and Aiden had asked him about what it felt like to be a D1 athlete at arguably one of the biggest schools in the country. As Tyson listens he can’t help but notice Aiden’s empty hand and how it’s placed on your stomach, holding you back close to him. You notice Tyson’s eyes turn a little darker and his hand tighten around his glass as the two of them speak, especially when he sees Aidens hand flex where it’s placed against your stomach and you get a sudden wave of claustrophobia and shove his hand off of you and instead choose to interlock your fingers with his. Aiden shoots you a small look of confusion before you interrupt.
“I’m gonna go get another drink, I’ll be right back.” You announce, completely slipping our of Aiden’s grasp. The sudden feeling of heaviness surrounds you as you head towards the back bar, fully intending to order just water and calm your now ragged breathing. As you approach the bar counter and set your elbows on the slightly sticky surface, you turn your head to the group of guys you just left. You look at Tyson, the shortest in the group start taking a few steps in your general direction before Aiden places his hand on Tyson’s shoulder, harshly moving past him.
“You okay?” Aiden asks as he approaches you.
“Yeah, I’m good,” you let out. “I just got really claustrophobic out of nowhere, it’s probably the alcohol.” It’s not completely a lie, you did start feeling overcrowded, but it most definitely was not the alcohol’s fault. If you really thought about it, you were probably the most sober person in your immediate group.
“If you want to leave we can head out, I don’t mind,” Aiden suggests, placing his hands steadily on your hips. You lean up to him to give him a quick kiss on the lips before nodding your head no.
“We can have another drink, then leave. Sound good?” You muse. Aiden nods his head in response, ordering both of you new drinks before you head back over to your group. You notice an empty spot in the booth next to Tyson and decide to snag it, pulling Aiden by his hand to stand next to you.
“What are you drinking?” You ask leaning into Tyson’s ear.
“A rum and coke,” He answers turning to look at you, not missing where your hand is joined with Aiden’s. “So you guys, like, official now or something?”
You look up at Aiden before answering, who seems to be lost in doing something on his phone, “Yeah.”
Tyson nods his head in response, taking a large gulp of his drink. He stays quiet as he takes in the piece of new information, processing it all. The moments from Gabe’s wedding when he almost kissed you flashes through his mind before he takes his free hand and rubs it along his face. He moves his hand to his lap, preoccupying the other with the thin, black straw in his glass.
“He’s really great and I think you guys will get along,” You start in an attempt to fill in the silence. “We can all try to hang out sometime soon so you guys can get properly introduced.”
“That sounds great, YY/n,” Tyson says, eyes locked on the glass in front of him. There’s little emotion in his tone as he speaks and you start to wonder if you did something wrong. Before you can ask if everything’s okay with him, he moves abruptly,
“I’m gonna go get a refill.”
You stand up, moving out of the way so he can stand up and head to the bar and you look at his glass on the table that’s close to full in confusion. You sit back down on the cushion of the booth, pulling Aiden next to you as you watch Tyson move through the crowd. He goes in the exact opposite direction of the bar which has you knitting your eyebrows, and walks up to a girl you don’t think he knows by the looks of him introducing himself. You watch their encounter from afar, head resting on Aiden’s shoulder.
As the pair continues to talks, you look around for your immediate friend group, finding Caitlyn and Jack at the end of the bar closest to you and Aiden,
“I actually think I’m ready to go now,” You move your head from off of Aiden’s shoulder, placing your hand there instead. “You order the Uber and I’m gonna go say bye to Caitlyn and Jack.”
“Aiden and I are gonna head out,” You shout over the music. “Let me know when you guys leave and get home!”
“Of course, everything okay though? I feel like I haven’t seen you all night and when I did you seemed distant.”
“Yeah, just some anxiety,” You excuse, your gaze still heavily following on Tyson and his new friend. Caitlyn notices your distant stare and follows it, letting out a large sigh at the sight. If anyone in the bar was as close to you as she was, they too would notice the invisible lasers from your eyes to the second-year hockey player across the room.
You guys exchange silent looks before you wrap your arms around her, hugging her goodbye. “Lunch tomorrow, yeah?” You say pulling away.
“Sure, let me know when you guys get back. Love you.”
December 2018/January 2019 - Denver, CO
Walking up the snow-covered sidewalk to the Rookie House, trying to keep your balance as you hold two hot cups of coffee in both hands. Once you reach the front door, you grasp both cups in one hand, knocking on the door with the other. Tyson swings it open a movement later, a large smile on his face and making grabby hands at the coffee.
“Here’s your coffee,” you say, handing over both cups to him as you move to take off your shoes. You sigh out, “Wow, I feel like I haven’t been over here in ages.” Tyson had been out of town briefly for a game in St. Louis then had a string of back-to-backs all weekend so the two of you hadn’t seen each other much recently.
“Because we only see each other when we’re out or in group settings it seems,” Tyson responds as the two of you make way to his kitchen. If it weren’t for his playfully light tone combined with the small smile on his face as he looked at you, you’d think he was making some sort of accusation. “Thanks for the coffee, how much was it? I’ll Venmo you.”
“You don’t need to Venmo me, Tyson. It isn’t a big deal.” You assure, taking a seat at one of the barstools at the kitchen island.
He grabs his phone from where it’s resting on the white counter in front of him, starting to tap away at the phone screen while he responds, “And it’s not a big deal for me to Venmo you.”
You roll your eyes at his playful response, “I’ll just send it back to you.”
“And I’ll just send it right back, two can play this game,” Tyson smirked. He sets his phone down, not bothering to Venmo you, knowing that you will in fact turn it into a war where the two of you are sending the same $4 back to one another until one of you gives up.
“What have you been up to? I feel like we haven’t had a best friend heart-to-heart in a while.” You start. You tuck one leg underneath you on the counter checking your Apple Watch as it vibrates. Ignoring the notification from Aiden you turn and smile towards Tyson’s standing figure across the island from you.
“Good, good. The team’s been rolling lately and the guys can definitely feel it in the air. I’ve honestly been having so much fun playing with them day in and day out.” He rambles, a smile on his face as he talks about arguably his favorite thing in the world. “Enough about hockey though, I already talk about 99% of the time. I’ve been learning some new stuff on my ukelele, I’m officially up to knowing four songs now.” He laughs lightly and smiles a little wider. He’s leaning over the island making the two of you seem closer than what you actually are.
“That’s awesome!” You exclaim, wrapping your hands around your coffee. “Do you bring it on the road with you? I can’t remember if you ever told me.”
“I did on our east coach trip last week, actually. I didn’t play it as much as I thought I would so I’m not sure if I’ll do it again,” He shrugs.
“Yeah, and it’s probably not the most ideal item to travel with,” You reason, shrugging at the idea of traveling with a musical instrument.
“What’s been up with you?”
“The usual, working a lot, spending a lot of time with Aiden, Caitlyn and Jack too.” You start, a smile making its way on to your face thinking of all the quality time you’ve spent with those closest to you recently. The smile falters as you look towards Tyson, who seems to have a distant look on his face when you mention those names. “I’ve been really happy lately, but I feel like we don’t talk that much anymore, which needs to change.”
“How about this: once a week we’ll have that conversation. We’ll just talk about anything and everything that’s on our minds and take time to just be heard.”
“Mark me down in your calendar then, once a week, Tys,” You agree, looking over at him. He could see the happiness on your face, even though your previous smile had faltered. He could see the gleam in your eyes that you always seemed to get when you talked about the ones you cared most for. He smiles too at the thought that you guys would officially get back to what was considered as part of your normal routine. He considered asking further about yours and Aiden’s relationship before he finally pulled the trigger, knowing it was polite to do even though he didn’t necessarily want to know the details of your guys’ relationship.
“How have you and Aiden been?” Tyson straightens, putting more physical distance between the two of you as he asks about your relationship.
“I met his family over the weekend.” You start. Your eyes are locked on the movement of your fingers playing with the sleeve on your coffee out of nervousness as you bring up the news to Tyson. You know Tyson wasn’t the biggest fan of him, even though it may not have been obvious to everyone since he was still always so friendly around him.
“Really?” Tyson inquires.
“Yeah, we went to his parent’s house for dinner on Sunday, it was nice.” You answer thinking back to what you would consider the next step in your relationship with Aiden. “I think they liked me.”
“That’s good, eh?”
“Yeah,” you say slowly. “I don’t know. It just kinda felt weird, like I felt welcome and all, but I just felt like the vibes were off on my end. Someone made a comment that kind of stuck with me.”
Tyson raises his eyebrows in question, urging you to go on.
“I was coming back from the bathroom and I heard his mom and him talking about how if he thought I was his soulmate.”
“Oh? What did he say?” Tyson asked, tensing up in his seat. He too started fidgeting with the coffee in front of him as you continued to speak.
“He said he thinks I could be the one yeah.” You let out, a large sigh following. Silence surrounds both of you as Tyson takes in what he just heard come out of your mouth. You and Aiden had only been official for what some people would consider a short three months, so it was a lot for you to even take in when he had said that to you.
“C’mon y/n, you can’t seriously think that Aiden of all people is your soulmate,” Tyson suggested with a scoff as he moved to sit on the barstool next to yours, foregoing the cup of coffee on the other side of the island.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You bite, snapping your head to look at Tyson as he folds one of his legs underneath him. The casualness of his tone and his body posture only makes you angrier with his accusation.
“He’s clearly not your soulmate. Your soulmate isn’t supposed to constantly ask you to change or get annoyed by your quirks. He doesn’t like any of the guys on the team who are some of your closest friends! He’s insecure and is always bringing your energy down when he’s around.” He exclaims, his voice rasing as he continued to ramble.
“No, fuck this, I came over here to hang out with you because I haven’t seen you in a while, not for you to shit-talk my boyfriend. You’re just too immature to understand all of this and how important it is to me.” You say, shaking your head looking at him in disbelief at where all of this is coming from.
Not even a sliver of silence is allowed between the two of you before he speaks, “I’m just trying to get you to see what literally everyone around you sees! No one thinks he’s good for you.” His voice only continuing to rise as the words feel like they’re cutting you open with how harsh he’s speaking. You’re pretty sure this is the first time you’ve heard him use the tone he’s using to not only you but to anyone.
“Oh, good, well I’m glad everyone is going around my back to talk about my personal relationship and how they feel about it. That’s great, Tyson.” You throw your hands up in the air, before rubbing your face with them.
“Y/n, I didn’t mean it like-“
“If you didn’t mean it you wouldn’t have said it. Simple as that.” You affirm, lowering your voice as you stand up from the island. You grab your phone and your keys, heading for the door while Tyson is still in shock at your abrupt movements. He snaps out of it as he hears the rustling of the nylon on your winter coat as you pull your arms through it. You hear the harsh slide of the barstool across the hardwood floor as he takes long strides over to you.
“Do you love him?” Tyson asks in a soft but still firm manner, his facial features relaxing a little. It’s a simple yet loaded question that really makes you think as you take a step out of the front door. With one foot on the welcome mat and one hand on the outside doorknob, you glance at Tyson once more. Instead of answering him, or even saying anything that closely resembles a goodbye, you turn around and start walking down the sidewalk to your car.
As you step into your car, you glance back up at the front door, noticing Tyson still standing in the open doorway. Both of you are frozen for a moment and you see him scratch relentlessly at his arm before you take your eyes away from him and fully enter your car. You could hear the faint sound of the front door slamming before you turned your keys in the ignition and started heading home.
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Do you even love him?
The question lingered heavily in your head ever since Tyson asked you that when you guys last talked. The question felt even heavier as you sat on your couch next to Aiden, the two of you eating Chinese take-out and catching up on The 100. You had felt content with him this whole relationship, and as you thought deeper you realized that was all you felt. Content with your relationship and the attention that came along with it.
He noticed the blank stare that was on your face as you continued to push the mixture of rice, broccoli, and chicken around on your plate. Aiden moved to place his hand on your sweatpant covered knee to grab your attention to which caused you to snap your head in his direction.
“You good?” Aiden swallows. “You’ve had this blank stare for at least, like, five minutes.”
You bring your fork up to your, eating a mouthful of rice before you set your full plate on the coffee table with a ‘clink’. You maneuver your body into the corner of your couch so you’re body is facing his.
“Do you love me? Or like, are you falling in love with me?” You ask, deciding to be straight forward to avoid as little confusion as possible.
“Why are you even asking me that?” He asks in an accusatory tone. He mirrors your previous actions and sets his plate on the table next to yours. “I just took you to meet my family last week, why wouldn’t I think this is where this relationship is going.”
“I just feel like that’s not where I see it going.” You admit. Aiden stares at you, dumbfounded by your sudden admission feeling. His mouth is slightly agape, not knowing exactly what to say before his upper torso stiffens. “I was just thinking and I just feel stagnant with where our relationship is and I’m sorry to say it but I don’t think I’ll fall in love with you.
“Is this because of Tyson?” Aiden accuses, questioning the real reasoning behind this conversation.
“What? No!” You exclaim, shocked by the accusation. He knew the two of you were best and friends and knew the history of your relationship with him. You had no idea where the accusation was coming from and before you could ask, Aiden stands from his spot on the couch.
“You clearly don’t see it then, but okay.” Aiden closes, grabbing his jacket from the back of the couch and shrugging it on before walking out of your apartment with a light slam of the door.
You stand there for a few more minutes, taking in all that had just happened, and taking in the sight of his half-eaten Chinese. You’re not really sure what to do, and you’re not entirely sure you should feel this normal after breaking up with someone. Pulling out your phone, you check the time before deciding on calling Caitlyn. She picks up on the second ring with a cheery hello before you start.
“Aiden and I just broke up.” You state simply, little to no emotion laced in your tone.
“What? Are you okay?” She asks in shock.
“Yeah, I guess,” You start. You put the phone on speaker before setting it down on your kitchen table and start picking at your nails. “Can I be honest?”
“Of course.”
“The second he walked out of the door I wanted to call Tyson, no offense, but I haven’t talked to him since our fight the other day.” You admit, biting on your cuticles.
“Y/n,” She says, dragging out your name.
“Can I come over?” You ask, already going over to put your shoes on.
You arrive at Caitlyn’s house not too long later, letting yourself in and dropping to her couch with a loud groan. ”I’m so over this whole finding your soulmate thing.” Caitlyn laughs, walking into the living room from her kitchen, bottle of tequila in one hand, and a mixer in the other for you. She hands both to you as you take a pull from the tequila before taking a large sip from the mixer.
“Is it bad that I wanted to talk to Tyson the second Aiden left?”
“Uhm, I don’t think so,” She starts to reason. “I mean, he’s one of your best friends. I think it’s pretty similar to you calling me.”
“I guess,” you softly respond. You clasp your hands in your lap, picking at your cuticles, pondering the events of the past hour. “Whenever Tyson had asked me if I loved Aiden, the question hadn’t left my brain, and honestly, I’m really glad he did ask me.” Caitlyn chooses not to respond, instead staying quiet and letting you say anything that’s on your mind
“Before he left he said I don’t see it with Tyson?” You ask, infliction in your voice. “Do you know what that even means?”
Caitlyn thinks as to what Aiden could have possibly meant by the statement. She clearly has an idea as her face twists in what seems to be confusion. Her mouth opens and closes before she finally speaks, “I think that it could mean a lot of different things, but you need to figure out what it means on your own. Have you talked to Tyson since you guys got into that fight last week?”
“He texted me and apologized and I said I was sorry for just walking out on him like that, but other than that, no. I miss him.” Suddenly, the emotions you lacked feeling in the span of the last hour came flooding to you and your eyes glossed over at the thought that the last time you saw Tyson you yelled at him. You sniffle, trying to hold back the actual act of crying and Caitlyn scootches her body closer to yours. She wraps her arm around your shoulders and you rest your head on her shoulder. At the very moment you open your mouth, a sob comes out of your mouth instead of words.
“I haven’t watched any of his games and I’ve been looking at his stats and he’s been playing like shit.” You let out through the break-in your cries.
“Oh, y/n, you know you’re not the reason behind that. I watched some of the games and the whole team hasn‘t been playing very well, not just him.” Caitlyn assures you while moving her hand up and down your shoulder in comfort. “Why don’t you call him when his game ends. He’s in Ottawa, yeah? They’re two hours ahead so you’ll still be up.”
By the time the game ends - and when your eyes are dry, the Avalanche lose to Ottawa 5-2 and you give it about another hour before you check Tyson’s location on Find My Friends to see if he’s at the hotel. You see that he’s there and you pull up his contact, thumb hovering over the call button.
“You got it, Y/n, there’s nothing to be nervous about,” Caitlyn reassures you. “Do you want me to stay or leave the room?”
You let her know she’s good to leave and do her own thing and you press the call button, bringing the phone up to your ear. To your surprise, the line only rings once before you hear the click on Tyson answering.
“Hey,” You say softly, breathing out a huge sigh of relief now that you’ve gotten this far.
“Hey, I’m sorry-”
“No, I’m the one that should be sorry, Tyson,” You interrupt.
“I’m sorry too, but it’s the past now, yeah?”
“I am though, sorry. Me walking out like that wasn’t right and calling you immature was even worse. You’re the exact opposite and I hope you know that. You were just trying to help me see what everyone else saw, and I get that now.” You admit. Your anxiety about the situation starts to ease a little bit as you get the apology off your chest.
“I forgive you. I’m sorry I just yelled at you of nowhere, it was unnecessary,” Tyson also apologizes. “Wait, what do you mean you get that now?”
“Oh, uh, Aiden and I broke up,” You answer. “Today, actually.”
“I’m sorry,” Tyson responds softly.
“Don’t be. You were right, I didn’t love him and I didn’t see myself ever loving him.” You answer with a shrug. You feel much lighter now that you’re saying all of this out loud for the second time and especially feeling better now that you’re talking to your best friend.
“It still sucks.” He mutters back. The line goes quiet for a bit, the only sound either one of you can hear is the scratchy breathing through the phone. “I missed you.” He admits, breaking the silence.
Just with that statement, you can feel yourself get emotional all over again, your previously dry eyes turning glossy again. “I missed you,” You hiccup.
“Hey, are you crying?” Tyson asks, sitting up further in his hotel bed.
“No,” you lie, wiping away at the few tears that and running down your cheeks.
“Don’t do that,” He says, and you can picture him scrunching his eyebrows together as he speaks. You let out a breath and smile a true, genuine smile, for probably the first time in at least a week. “I’m actually really glad you called. I needed to talk to you.”
You hum in question at his statement, urging him to go on.
“So, I’ve been playing like a literal pile of dog shit lately and before you interrupt me to tell me I’m not, don’t. I’m playing terribly.” He starts, and you’re pretty confused as to where this conversation is headed. “I, uh, got pulled aside after the game. I’m getting sent down to the AHL when we get back to Denver.”
“Oh my god, Tyson,” You respond in surprise, voice barely above a whisper. Your body jolts to the edge of the couch to sit straight up as you bring your free hand to cover your mouth in shock.
“It’s okay, it happens to a lot of young guys. I just have to go down there and work my ass off to be brought back up.” Tyson says, but you
“Still, that’s a lot to take in. Do you know how long you’ll be there?”
“No, coach said he thinks I’ll be back soon as long as I can prove myself to be a higher caliber player,” He continues. “Our team’s in Loveland, too, so I’ll be able to still stay at my house. I'll just have to commute more.” The uncertainty in his voice makes you anxious, and you know that he’s more upset with himself than he’s letting on.
“Like I always say, you’re a superstar and everyone knows it. You’ll be back in no time.” You assure him as you relax back into the couch.
“Thanks, y/n, I appreciate you being here for me. It means a lot.”
“Of course,” You smile, silence falls between the two of you again and you hear him yawn on the other side of the phone. “I’ll let you get some sleep, Goodnight Tys.”
“I’ll see you when I get back, right?”
“Of course, love you.”
“Goodnight, y/n, love you.” He responds, the simple phrase causing your smile to widen and butterflies to appear in your stomach. You were happy you had your best friend back.
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hey, may i please request a bedroom matchup LOL 😏
she/her, bisexual (men over women (unless it's a big tittie goth gf)
sagittarius sun and virgo rising
ravenclaw 😏
sexual: i like being the top. call me mommy LOL. i also like being topped, i have a major knife kink 😏 im in charge most of the time, however it can change every now and then. when i'm the bottom i want my partner to spit in my mouth 🧎♀️ neck and ear bites plz 😏 i'm very vocal 👹👹
things i look for in a partner:
-LOYALTY!!1!1!2!2'
-has to have a good sense of humor
-chill
-very understanding
personality: i'm very outgoing and friendly to most people, but i keep my friend group small. i'm the loud friend of the group and i'm always trying my best to make my friends laugh. i say really weird things at the most random times and i often look really high so people think i'm on something. i'm a good leader though and take charge in the three sports i'm in. (i'm varsity captain in one of my sports!!)
appearance:
plans for future: i'm currently a senior in high school and i plan on going into the national guard or air force when i graduate :). the military will pay for college and i plan on either going into the criminal justice field or information technology field :p
music taste: literally everything except for country. you can catch me listening to dr dre, schoolboy q, blackstreet, and kendrick lamar one minute and then queen the next. i also love my female rap artists 👏👏 90s rock and rnb are also a must. i listen to 00's club music on a regular 😏
Hello and welcome, my dearest Bri! AND ADVANCED HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Wish I could bake you a cake, but all I can do is send some love (੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* Let’s get right to it then! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶
Look who we have here, hon!
Suna Rintarou! (Runner up: Kageyama Tobio)
Suna here has a really cold and icy demeanor, which I think has to be balanced out by outgoing people (like the Miya twins). He likes to act like this dark and brooding person, but deep down, he’s actually just a little gremlin like most of us.
- Okay okay, I know what you’re thinking. Yes, I already know that you’re a Suna stan, but I genuinely could not think of anybody who matches your personality description better, the two of you would just be *aggressive chefs kiss*
- I’m kinda getting an enemies-to-lovers-ish vibe with this dynamic, but also like a partners-in-crime-to-lovers type of deal. Either way, it’ll start out a little bit chaotic
- Has a crush on you immediately, I just KNOW it, but he won’t realize this until later on, and may even totally deny it to himself
- He doesn’t really know when exactly he starts catching feelings for you, but the realization probably hits him when he sees you going about your daily activities
- You could be doing any of your extra curriculars - basketball, track, or marching band - and he sees how much you enjoy it, or maybe even after you just said one of your random thoughts. Whatever makes him feel like he’s getting to know you a little bit better
- it’s when you laugh right after, and suddenly he feels like he’s just been spiked a ball in the face, and he just audibly goes “ah shit.”
- Has no fucking clue what to do at first KDHFKSJHL someone pls help him!!!
- He ends up being a little awkward when he tries to do anything about it, and it’ll all just feel so unnatural HAHAH
- “Let me carry your bag” “No Rin it’s fine I can--” *pries your bag from your hands with way too much force*
- in his mind he’s like “Ah yes that went perfectly 😌”
- he tries to communicate his feelings in little ways like this, hoping you’ll catch on
- No, Suna Rintarou, poking fun at someone is not a declaration of love, but nice try!
- he’ll get so frustrated if you don’t catch on (or maybe you do, and you just want him to say something first), and eventually will straight up yell tell you how he feels
- once you two are together, he’ll still try to act he’ll try to keep up his icy exterior, but trust me, he’s completely whipped for you
- SHARED PLAYLISTS!!!!
- Appreciates that you keep your friend group small, because at the end of the day, he’s still a pretty reserved guy
- Admires your leadership qualities, and will not be insecure and toxic about it, despite what other people believe. He honestly wishes he could be more like you, in that sense
- He’ll be your # 1 fan in everything you do. Will support whatever it is that you want to achieve, and will cut any bitch who tries to get in your way
- boy is in LOOOOOVE
- If he ever gets mad or annoyed at you, just give him the smallest peck on his cheek, and he’ll be all putty in your hands again
- Likewise, I think he’d be so good at making you blush too. It’s not all the time that he does this, but when he does, it’s 1000000% effective
- A FRICKING TEASE SKJDHFDSJFGLSGJ CHANGE MY MIND
- Honestly I love this dynamic so much that I wanna make him your bedroom matchup too, but I feel like that would be a cop out
~
You were exhausted.
It was never easy juggling all the activities that you took part in - each of them was truly a labor of love. Today was particularly draining because it was, after all, your birthday, and it just HAD TO fall on a weekday. You plonked on your bed and started scrolling through your phone.
Your tight-knit group of friends continued to send you birthday wishes, despite having already done so when you saw them earlier that day. They had sung to you and let you blow out a birthday candle - it was all they could do, given your busy schedules. You looked forward to the weekend you had planned with them and your boyfriend, Rintarou.
Speaking of Rin, you thought to yourself, as a message notification from him popped up.
- You’re already home, right?
- Yeah! Just got here. So tired
- That’s too bad. I was gonna ask you to open the door for me but I guess I’ll just go home
You ran to your front door faster than you expected you could manage, and there stood Suna, a balloon and a box of pizza in hand. He pretended to walk away slowly, making you giggle before you grabbed him and dragged him inside.
He pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “Happy birthday, babe.”
You were giddy, not expecting him to show up. “I thought we were gonna wait til the weekend for my celebration??”
“Do you not know me by now?” he chuckled. “As if I’d let today pass without doing anything about it.”
You smiled and looked at him for a few seconds. He rarely looks so sincere, and so warm, and you just wanted to drink up every last drop of this moment.
He teased, “But y’know, I guess if you’re too tired, I can totally scarf down this pizza by myself.”
You groaned before dragging him to your room and setting up the playlist you guys worked on together, getting ready for a night in.
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I hope that was alright, bb! Let’s make our way to the bedroom now ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶
For some private time, I’ve invited over...
Oikawa Tooru! (Runner up: Suna Rintarou)
Despite how other people believe he’s a dom, I think he’d be a switch, at best. I think in the bedroom, he’d love to let his partner take control, just as much as loves having his way with them.
- What really gets this fucker going is pleasing people - and who would he love to please more than his s/o?
- He loves how your confidence translates into your bedroom behavior
- I headcanon that he easily falls apart in bed, and would gladly do so for his partner
- He is s e n s i t i v e. Touch him, kiss him, grab him EVERYWHERE
- LOUD, but a lot of it is trying to get his partner to be even louder
- How does this man have both a praise kink and a degradation kink? Idk but I’m so sure he has both
- Would be totally onboard with your knife kink. He’s super into sensory play
- Speaking of which
- BLINDFOLD HIMMMM SKDJHFSDJFK THAT WOULD BE A SIGHT TO BEHOLD
- Once you ask him to take charge, I think he would still be a service dom
- Knows all your sensitive spots. Made sure to take note of them so that he can get you back for all the times you hit his sweet spots
- Loves mouth stuff. His mouth. Your mouth. Putting stuff in them. Tongue stuff. Loves all of it
- Great at aftercare, just a bit flashy with it. Kind of makes a show of what he’s doing but in the most adorable way
- Delicate with how he handles you after. Or if you’re the one giving him aftercare, would praise you the whole time
- Will hold you til you fall asleep 🥺
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As a little extra gift, I wanted to give you a dressing room matchup too!
I think your gorgeous face would look SO GOOD with...
Miya Atsumu! WHAT AN INSANELY GOOD LOOKING COUPLE YOU WOULD MAKE
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That’s it for now, darling! I hope that was worth all the waiting you did. Thank you for being such a wonderful housemate - don’t hesitate to chat with me anytime. Advanced happy birthday again! (੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*
Thanks for stopping by! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ
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Day After (Todoroki x Reader)
Pairing: Todoroki x Reader
Genre: Crack/fluff
Summary: Office parties are mostly a bad idea. You never know if you might say something to someone who really matters to you.
Warnings: A little more cursing than usual
Word count: 2,031
Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak
For @lovingshoto‘s 200 follower special!
a/n: This took longer than I thought it would, only because I always fall asleep when I start writing I’m a tired college student
There’s a male Ashido character here based on designer_eyebags on Tik Tok because it’s fabulous and absolute needed for a crack fic like this. Some other characters may/may not be OOC, depending on your own imagination of things.
I’m off from uni this week and next week because someone probably has Covid-19 at my school and I was gonna be on spring break next week anyway, so after I catch up with all my assignments and stuff, I’ll hopefully be writing more!
Enjoy and follow @lovingshoto please and thank you!
Also, spot the TikTok meme
"Unngghh."
My forehead presses against the cool desk, my stomach rumbling uncomfortably and my temples pounding to the beat of an EDM track.
"You look completely hammered, what the hell happened last night?"
I don't bother lifting my head at Jirou's voice. "Many mistakes were made," I groan. "I feel like death."
"It was smart of YaoMomo and I to skip then." The light ruffle of papers trickles next to my ear. "You still need to get these reports done by the end of the day. Sorry, buddy."
God. Damnit. I lift my heavy head up, regretting all of my life choices until this moment. The office party last night is a giant blob of flashing lights, alcohol, and questionable decisions. I never even knew that half the people here would get as smashed or turnt as they did last night.
Me included.
I don't know who was in charge of alcohol, but whatever was in those cups was colored and made all of us act just a little crazier than our mundane lives usually allow. When Mirio said company parties are crazy, I now see he really meant it. This morning when I woke up, my throat was drier than the desert in summer and my head felt like someone let a jackhammer loose inside. I don't even remember how the hell I managed to get home.
Slowly, painfully, I trudge through my work. Even on three tablets of ibuprofen, my headache barely gets better, and staring at a screen all day doesn't help. I don't even have time to take my break because I barely made a dent in my work. Not that I would want to. This morning, I couldn't keep my breakfast down, so I'm scared to eat.
Around lunchtime, a thermos bowl is placed gently on the space next to my computer. My eyes meet with my stone-faced coworker settling into the chair, sitting up proper as he is with his hands laced in his lap.
"Oh no." My heart drops into my stomach as I whine out. "Did I say something yesterday? I remember most of what happened last night, but other things are a blur. Please don't be mad at me."
"If I were mad, I wouldn't be here right now." He pushes the dish over along with utensils wrapped in a napkin. "Eat. It's hangover soup, it should help your stomach."
Reluctantly, I open the dish, the savory-bitter smell wafting out as soon as I lift the lid, immediately causing my stomach to growl. I'm still wary about his serious expression as I eat. Todoroki is normally an emotionless person, but he has a different energy today. I'm waiting for the shoe to drop.
As soon as I'm halfway through the bowl, Todoroki calmly asks, "Did you forget your brain last night?"
I groan. There it is. "I thought you weren't angry?"
"I'm not angry, I genuinely want to know what state of empty mind were you in to do all the things you did last night?" Though his face is devoid of emotion, he's obviously being condescending.
I put the spoon down in the bowl. "In my defense, I don't know what alcohol that was, it made me crazier than usual."
"Why did you drink at all? You know people do weird things when they're drunk."
"Because that's what people do at company parties, Todoroki." I lean my arm on the desk and rub my temples. "I don't know who was in charge of the alcohol last night-"
"Did you summon me?" A short pink head of hair with small horns peeking out appears behind the wall of my desk. "I was the one in charge of drinks last night," he rounds the separator and sits gracefully on the desk, legs crossed, happily drinking pink tea from his clear glass mug. "Did you enjoy my alcohol selection?"
My eye twitches. This is the person I need to strangle and throw into a ditch. But I can't, he's too fabulous and he's one of the best people we have actually. "Because of you, I went a little too crazy last night," I grit out through my teeth.
"Oh, sweetie," he places a hand on my shoulder endearingly, "Alcohol only brings out the secret inner person you actually want to be."
"Yeah, and that's someone who needs to learn to take their alcohol like me," Bakugou walks past casually, drinking his (probably) third cup of coffee since morning.
"Oh please Bakugou, we all know you and Kirishima left early to fuck, you couldn't keep your hands off each other after one drink," Ashido stirs his tea just as casually.
Bakugou freezes up as the blushing pink man sips his tea like's he's talking about the weather.
"Oops, was that a secret?" the sassy pink man feints shame.
Bakugou, completely red at the ears, just stalks off grumbling to himself in embarrassment.
Ashido sighs, a smile playing on his lips. "Not everyone can handle Grand Marnier, you know. Aoyama actually put me onto it. It's not for the faint of heart, but it definitely makes things more interesting. Did you see Tokoyami? Even- Oh! Here's the king of darkness himself!"
The man with raven-black hair that's usually spiked back has lazily gathered some of the hairs to pull it away from it face. He probably felt so terrible this morning that he didn't bother gelling it up like he usually does. Actually, Tokoyami looks just as hellish as I feel. His sharp, bird-like eyes are dulled by dark circles as he trudges down the aisle.
Ashido throws an arm around his shoulders as he walks by, startling him enough to pull the earbuds out of his ears that are blasting hard rock. "This guy right here was having the time of his life last night! Just one drink and he loosened up, hands around everyone's shoulder telling them how much he appreciates them and mushy shit like that."
Tokoyami's pale face slowly reddens and his eyes widen, suddenly awake but having no energy to fight anything Ashido says.
"He even fit a lap shade on his head and started dancing around, I even have pictures to prove it!" Ashido continues gushing, pulling out his phone excitedly.
"Please don't bring it up," Tokoyami grits out, trying to be menacing, but his tomato-red faces contrasting his all black work outfit doesn't help his case.
"Don't be a spoiled-sport, it's so cute seeing you not dark and dreary for once!" the bright pink man gushes.
"I'm leaving."
Oh shit, if Tokoyami did that after one drink, I don't even wanna know what else I could've done. I've already come to terms with my mistakes, but if there's more, I don't know what I would do.
Ashido sighs and puts his phone away. "I guess he never wants to see himself happy. Oh well, at least I have more blackmail material." He winks at us and rises will a flourish, making his grand exit. "I'll see you two around!"
There are some days when I really think Ashido might know more things than we think he does. And that's a scary thought, because he could very easily have some dirt on everyone, including the boss and the more senior workers.
Todoroki taps his thumbs together in his clasped hands. "That was...interesting. But speaking of blackmail, I would also like to show you a picture that really upset me from last night” He pulls out his phone and starts scrolling.
I cringe. There's only one massively stupid thing I did that would upset Todoroki enough to really reprimand me Mom-style. So I blurt out my rationale in hopes of him being less harsh on me. “Okay, but in my defense, Kaminari bet me three dollars that I couldn't drink all that shampoo. What was I supposed to do, say no?"
“No that’s not-" His heterochromatic hair bounces as his head snaps up at me. "You drank shampoo!? How did- When did you do that, I was supposed to be watching you the entire night!”
Shit, that wasn't it. "Well, obviously you didn’t do a good job since I drank a whole cup of shampoo and you didn’t stop me," I try to brush it off defensively.
Todoroki's mortified face is as pale as the right side of his hair, covering his mouth with his clenched fist. "How are you standing right now?" He looks like he's about to have a heart attack.
"Considering how I threw up as soon as I got home - which I'll be honest, I don't even know how that happened - and I couldn't even eat this morning, I'd say my body did a pretty good job of rejecting it."
My office mate has no idea how he's supposed to react to any of that. His phone is frozen in his hand as he glares at me like I have three heads. "Well. What I was going to show you doesn't compare to that." He puts his phone away and tries to regain his composure.
I mentally sigh in relief. At least drinking shampoo was the stupidest thing I did all night.
"If you really would like to know," his face softens, "I was the one who took you home last night, since you were thoroughly intoxicated."
"Oh." Now I feel guilty. Not only was I probably being a troublesome brat for him to take care of, I didn't even remember his kindness. And he even made me soup for my troubles. "I'm so sorry, and you did all this for me, thank you, Todoroki."
"It's fine. It's due to the alcohol that you can't recall, I understand. Though," Todoroki's cheeks flush slightly, "There is something I'm confused about."
Oh fuck, I did the thing didn't I?
"At first, I thought it was also an effect of the alcohol, considering you licked Asui's face while you were dancing with her, and you were generally more touchy with everyone the whole night." He has trouble looking me in the eyes now. "But, you were saying things to me that I don't think you would tell anyone else."
My entire mind goes into overdrive, scrambling to piece together the narrative lost in my memory. There's one major concern I have. "Was I vulgar?"
"No, it was nothing like that," he shakes his head, allowing me to relax. "But, it was...charming, I'd say."
I bury my face in my hands. "Just tell me what I said already." I'm ready to regret everything.
"You...said you wanted me to stay with you, because you wanted me to be the first thing you see in the morning." He has trouble getting the words out, but his voice was still delicate and endearing. "You said seeing me every day at work is something you look forward to. You told me how handsome I look, especially on the few occasions when I wear glasses." His blush intensifies as I slowly feel closer and closer to dying. "There were many other compliments. And then...you...kissed me."
FUCK, I DID THE THING.
"Or, at least you tried. If that was something you really wanted, I couldn't let you do it while you were intoxicated and couldn't remember it later."
An ashamed apology bubbles in my throat, but my extreme embarrassment doesn't let it come out. How pathetic I am admitting my feelings to the person I like while I was guzzled with alcohol and shampoo.
"Not to say I didn't want to kiss you."
I snap my head up, fully taking in his tomato-red appearance as he averts he bores affectionate eyes into mine. Oh.
"I don't know if you're up for it, but would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" Todoroki officially requests.
My heart melts at his innocent confession and relief. "S-Sure," I squeak.
Todoroki gives me a small smile and pats my head. "Finish that soup and hurry to finish your work for the day," he chides before getting up and heading back to his own desk.
My chest remains clenched and my cheeks hurt from smiling continuously. The only thing I regret now is not seeing buttoned-up, proper Todoroki drunk.
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Bechloe Week 2020 – Day 5: Fake Dating
You put me on and said I was your favorite
Set in Barden years. Chloe brings Beca to her brother’s wedding as her (fake) date and things escalate pretty quickly.
(Part 2/3 of Fake Dating)
p.s. sorry for stealing some characters from Gossip Girl...
Rating: E
Words Count: 4.3K
Read here or on AO3
“Why didn’t you tell Nate we’re faking” asked Beca while the two girls were getting down the bus
“I don’t want to force him to lie for me” explained Chloe “oh look he’s here”
Beca fondly looked at Chloe drop her luggage on the ground and run to hug her brother, who lifted her from the floor and spun her around. She slowly approached them pulling both hers and Chloe’s baggage behind her
“So, who’s this lucky plus one? Why didn’t you tell me about them?” she heard Nate ask
“Hello” she said shyly
“Beca?” he gasped “you- Chlo why didn’t you tell me about this?” he questioned looking both happy and surprised. Chloe babbled something trying to shut him up, but it didn’t work, he was too excited about the news “I’m so happy you two finally got together. Chloe is so in love with you, Beca! She never shuts up about you” he laughed
Chloe forced out a weird laugh and pushed her bag basically in his face “why don’t we go now? We don’t wanna be late” she retorted before turning to Beca “he only said that to be nice” she told Beca, clearly embarrassed.
When they got to the hotel, Serena – a tall, blonde (incredibly beautiful) woman – greeted them giving them both two cosmopolitan and a hug. Beca hated hugging strangers, but she guessed it was part of the deal.
“Chlo, this is the key of your room, so you can go leave your stuff and refresh before dinner. Oh, and drink up, I need you to get to my level, babe” she winked smacking Chloe’s ass. They seemed to be pretty close even if Chloe only ever referenced to her as Nate’s girlfriend when talking about her with Beca.
“You and Serena are pretty close huh?” casually asked Beca while they were unpacking their bags
“Yeah, her and Nate have been together since forever – king and queen of prom when they were seniors – she’s like a sister to me” answered the redhead with a smile
“Mh”
“What?” laughed Chloe
“Nothing, I mean it’s not like I’ve smacked your brother’s ass” mumbled Beca
“Aww baby, are you jealous?” beamed Chloe stopping her unpacking to get closer to Beca
“I’m not jealous… it’s just that- I thought it was rude to act like that in front of your girlfriend” spat out Beca already cursing that one cosmopolitan that was already letting her tongue loose
“Possessive much…” stated Chloe raising and eyebrow, but she had the hint of an amused smile on her lips
“Whatever, I’m gonna hit the shower or we will be late” dismissed Beca locking herself in the bathroom
“How’s the bed?” asked Chloe, throwing herself onto it and startling Beca
“Dude!” she gasped rolling on her side to give some space to the redhead “get dressed, they’re waiting for us” she scooted her. Beca was used to have a half naked Chloe around; nudity was never an issue to the redhead, but every time the girl got to close to her – like she did now, wearing nothing but a robe – Beca became incredibly flustered.
Chloe groaned rolling on her side, the fluffy white material slightly shifting to show more of her skin, and Beca had to turn her head to look at literally anything else; she felt that it was disrespectful to look, even if Chloe didn’t mind, she just couldn’t. Maybe it was the fact that she wanted it so badly, to make her think it was something forbidden, something wrong; the fact that she wouldn’t just see her half naked, but that she would actually look at her, in a non-platonic way, one you shouldn’t really look at your friends.
Chloe had rolled on her stomach and was keeping her upper body up on her elbows “so, girlfriend, are you ready to meet my family?” she joked poking Beca’s side. The brunette took a deep breath before turning to look at Chloe and, as she feared, her stare fell down the girl’s exposed cleavage and she cursed herself
“Can you please put something on” she begged, forcing her eyes to look up at Chloe’s face. The smug amused smirk of the redhead made Beca’s stomach twist; she wasn’t sure if se wanted to kiss it or punch it away, all she knew was it was incredibly sexy, and infuriating and she needed it gone
“It’s so funny how embarrassed you get” teased the redhead getting up
“Shut up”
In response Chloe let the robe slip down her body and walked to the closet completely naked
“Oh, for fuck’s sake” cursed Beca under her breath getting up and turning towards the door
“Why are you so uncomfortable with nudity?” innocently asked Chloe giggling, but Beca ignored the question
“I’ll wait for you outside”.
“When the elevator started going down, Chloe turned to look deeply in Beca’s eyes “are you sure about this? Last chance to bail out” she said worrying her bottom lip. She wore a pastel blue dress opened on the back, that reached her ankles and black heeled sandals that matched her handbag. Beca was wearing a pantsuit – picked by Chloe – with a lacey top and high heels.
“I’m all in” assured Beca offering her a smile and her hand to take. The ding of the elevator informed them they reached the floor, Chloe smiled and laced her fingers with Beca’s before stepping out of the platform.
Beca could feel Chloe’s body go rigid as soon as they set foot inside the dining room, so she squeezed her hand. Chloe squeezed her hand back.
“Chloe, honey, come here, give me a hug” Beca heard from across the room and felt Chloe’s hand slip from hers. A blonde, thin woman with icy eyes approached them and wrapped Chloe into a flash hug – Chloe had hugged her for longer after not seeing her for one weekend – before looking at her with furrowed brows “Who’s your friend? I thought you’d bring your boyfriend”
Chloe cleared her throat looking at her feet for a moment and Beca intertwined their fingers again and took a step forward “she’s Beca, my girlfriend” informed Cloe with a smile. Her mother rolled her eyes at that
“You’re still keeping up with this thing?” she asked in condescension, making Beca want to fight her.
In that moment a man with white hair and blue eyes appeared next to Chloe’s mom, coldly greeting the redhead, who responded with a hushed “hi dad” and a half smile
“Hi, I’m Beca, Chloe’s girlfriend” introduced herself the brunette, doing her best to offer a polite smile to the couple of assholes in front of them. She liked the way it rolled on her tongue – Chloe’s girlfriend – she liked it a lot.
“Mh” grunted the man “I see, so you’re still…” he trailed off, almost disgusted.
“Are you trying to ruin your brother’s celebrations?” asked her mother outraged
“I-” started Chloe mortified, but Nate jumped in ending the conversation
“Hey, let’s go sit down starters are coming” he announced
“Are you okay?” asked Beca worried
“Yeah, all good” lied Chloe taking a seat at Nate’s table. Her dimmed eyes were so odd to Beca; Chloe was the most radiant person she knew, she was a literal sunshine – her personal sunshine – she thought, and seeing her like that deeply hurt Beca.
Before the dessert, it was tossing time. The maid of honor and best man’s toasts were pretty funny and Beca noticed Chloe’s expression soften a bit at the anecdotes about Nate, but when it was Mr. Beale’s turn Beca felt like murdering him right there. As if his stupid speech about how proud he was of Nate – for all the wrong reasons – he decided to end it in the worst way possible “…Serena, we knew you would have been part of this family since the start, but now I can finally tell you, you are the daughter I always wished I had.”
Serena forced herself to keep her smile on place until the man stopped smiling at her and then leaned towards Nate to whisper something to him, who had a stern look on his face and was slowly shaking his head.
Beca’s focus was completely on Chloe, who was downing the remains of her champagne glass with watery eyes, so she didn’t notice the couple approach them.
“Hey you” cheered Serena lowering herself to their level, her hands affectionally placed on Chloe’s shoulders “I want you to meet my friends”
“I’m sorry for the toast” Beca heard Serena whisper to Chloe
“Don’t worry about that, it’s not your fault” told her Chloe with a bitter smile
“If he only knew…” laughed Nate “do you remember when we had that pregnancy scare at sixteen because you forgot to take the pill” he added putting his arm around his fiancé
“Well, I did take a pill, but it was the wrong one” she laughed “Not to talk about all the people I slept with in college”
“Yeah, that’s something I don’t want to talk about either” laughed Nate lightly jabbing her side. He noticed the confused look on Beca’s face, so he explained “We broke up after high school, Harvard-Yale relationship wasn’t working, but she agreed to pretend she was still my girlfriend at family events because my parents loved her”
“And then we stopped pretending because we still loved each other” she added “the thing with your parents is that you have to make them believe that you are as they want you to be, baby” she sweetly explained to Chloe, who looked at her hand, always laced with Beca’s
“Yeah, I know… it’s just that I’ve never been good at pretending to be someone I’m not” she sadly stated briefly looking into Beca’s eyes taking her breath away. The were faking it though, right? They weren’t together, Chloe was just pretending to be in love with her.
After the dessert Chloe was introducing Beca to some old aunt, when her father approached them “Nate thinks my toast was disrespectful” he said, almost like he expected Chloe to tell him it was okay
“You only said what you thought…” breathed out Chloe
“I mean, it was a bit rude” jumped in Beca, fire still spiking through her veins from the rage she’d felt
Mr. Beale raised an outraged eyebrow at her, but then decided to ignore her and address Chloe again
“You know Chloe, you should grow up” he said “The only reason we went along with this” he gestured at them “when you were in high school, was because we thought it was a phase” Beca frowned at his words “If you wanted to be an independent woman” he carried on with disdain “you should have taken the path I had set for you, but since you’re good-for-nothing, you should start to look for a man who could provide for you, you won’t look that pretty forever” he stated and turned to leave
“You know, Mr. Beale, your daughter is the best person I know; she’s kind and selfless and has the biggest heart I’ve ever met. She would always go out of her way to help others and she’s sweet and funny, she’s always so cheerful and radiant that her presence makes my life better…” she trailed off clearing her throat “if you’re not proud of her, then you’re the problem. If you can’t see how wonderful she is, then there’s something wrong with you and I honestly feel sorry because you’re missing out” she spat out, making some guests – and the hosts – turn to look at them.
Chloe’s father looked at her with a horrified expression, he opened his mouth to reply, but then closed it and decided to just leave. Beca turned to Chloe to apologize but the redhead launched herself at her and hugged her tight, whispering “thank you, I love you” in her neck
“I love you, too, Chlo” she said back, wrapping her arms protectively around the redhead.
“I can’t believe you had the guts to face that asshole of my father” praised her Nate. He had insisted that they joined him for the after party, even id Chloe had told him they were tired from the travel and Beca had supported her.
“Yeah, honestly I don’t really know what happened to me” she laughed scratching the back of her head
“It happened that you’re my knight in a shining armor and you had to defend me” giggled Chloe snuggling closer to her; she was two drinks in and she was starting to be even more touchy than usual, normally Beca would have pushed her back, not because it bothered her, but because she liked it way too much and started to get uncomfortable, most of all because – even if she wasn’t drunk – this behavior was partially caused by the alcohol.
But right now, they were pretending to be together, they were supposed to be touchy and snuggly; considering that Nate and Serena didn’t take their hands off of each other since the night started, and the blonde was sitting on his lap, Beca thought that they should have stepped up their display of affections too. She wrapped her arm around Chloe, tugging her in closer to herself on the bench they were sharing
“maybe my love for you gave me the courage to face him” she said looking into Chloe’s eyes, hoping that her cheeks would remain of their natural color. Suddenly Chloe leaned in and gently kissed her, even if she was tipsy, Beca noticed her hesitate for a moment after the initial pec, to give the brunette the opportunity to pull away from her, but Beca pushed her face forward to properly kiss her.
Beca never imagined their first kiss to be like this, she thought they’d talked some more before or that she would have some kind of warning, and she most definitely didn’t expect for Chloe to be half drunk for it. But Chloe’s tongue was lapping inside of her mouth and the girl’s fingers where tangling in her hair, so Beca decided to lose herself in the kiss and shut her brain off.
“How long have you guys been together?” asked Serena when they parted
“Huh?” hummed Beca trying to take time, she didn’t remember them talking about it, she knew they needed a damn backstory
“Looks like it still feels like the first time when you kiss, it’s sweet” she explained with a smile
“Yeah, look who’s talking” spat out Chloe, making everybody laugh
“How are you? You should drink some water” stated Beca one they got back to their room
“I like it when you take care of me” mumbled Chloe accepting an untapped bottle Beca was offering her
“You know it wouldn’t be fun to go at brunch tomorrow with a hungover girlfriend” joked Beca
“Mh. Or maybe you do it because you love me” smirked Chloe
“Go brush your teeth” dismissed her Beca
“Can I hug you?” asked Chloe once they were both in bed
“Yeah” conceded Beca moving her arm to welcome Chloe against her side
“Thank you Becs, for everything” whispered the redhead before falling asleep
Beca fell asleep thinking about the kiss they shared, the way Chloe’s lips moved against hers and how good her hands felt against her scalp. About the shiver that run down her spine when Chloe softly hummed into her mouth and the soft smile on the redhead’s lips when Beca kept placing some soft pecs on her mouth before parting completely. She couldn’t wait for their next kiss.
“Chlo, how long have we been together?” called out Beca from the bathroom while brushing her teeth
“I kissed you backstage after we won the finals” winked the redhead appearing in the mirror next to Beca.
After brunch, they were in the garden talking to a sweet short woman with red hair turning to grey – Aunt Margaret – who was telling them how nice they looked together, she was Chloe’s favorite aunt “You are a sweet little angel, Beca. I’m glad my baby girl finally found someone who really loves her”
“If you really love each other why don’t you kiss” shouted a grumpy kid, almost mad at them
“Nicholas, apologize to your cousin, that’s not a nice behavior” scolded him Margaret
“They are lying, girls only fall in love with boys” he spat out
“Look dude, I’m sorry to break it to you like this” started Beca bending towards him “but we are in love and we don’t have to prove it to y-”
“I don’ believe you!” she screamed to her face
“Okay, I’m taking him away, sorry sweethearts”
The two girls went to sit cuddling under a tree “wow your cousin is really something, huh” laughed Beca
“Do you think we’re not convincing enough?” asked Chloe worried
“What? Dude, we’re literally cuddling under a tree, what’s more romantic than this?” asked Beca smiling fondly at her while tucking a lock of red hair behind Chloe’s ear. Their actions definitely didn’t match their conversation. “Hey, listen, he’s looking at us right now- no, don’t turn. What do you say, should we show him a kiss?” asked Beca with a smile
“are you serious?” asked the redhead lighting up when Beca nodded to her “okay, let’s keep it pg though, or my parents will banish us from the wedding” he giggled
“I’ll see what I can do” joked Beca leaning in
The kiss was short and way more chaste than the one they shared the night before, but Beca loved it just the same.
“And how did you two fell in love?” asked Astrid, they were sitting on a table talking to some family members Beca had already forgot the names of. Margaret was there too, nobody was rude to Chloe when she was there – Beca liked her – they were under assault, but all the questions were lovely, or at least polite
“Well… I think the right question is how didn’t everybody else” laughed Beca, cringing at the how cheesy she sounded, but she couldn’t help it; with Chloe believing she was acting, she was finally free to confess all her feelings for the redhead, and it felt so fucking good “I mean, constantly being with her it was inevitable, really”
“To me it was love at first sight” said Chloe “I saw her walking around the activities fair and I lost my mind. I knew we had a connection before she’d even talked to me” she added squeezing Beca’s hand fondly “then we sang together for the first time, and I knew my heart belonged to her” she confessed, looking right into Beca’s eyes
“Aw you two are so cute” cried Sharon – or Shana – Beca wasn’t sure, she was still looking into Chloe’s ocean eyes
“You know what else is cute? Those baby farm animals…” babbled Beca, not making much sense. Chloe’s smile fell
“I am sorry I jest remembered we had a surprise for Nate, I should go get it. Becs can you come help me please”
“Yes, sure” shot back Beca jumping on her feet.
“What’s wrong? Did I say someth-”
“I can’t do this anymore Chlo” blurred out Beca and saw the utter panic on Chloe’s face “I- no sorry, it came out wrong” she quickly clarified “I said I was gonna do it and I will, I’m staying until the end, no matter what’s your answer, but I need to ask you” she took a deep breath “do you have feelings for me or are you just really good at faking it?” she breathed out
Chloe’s eyes filled with tears “I haven’t faked for a single second” she whispered “I’m sorry for not telling you I didn’t mean t-”
Beca interrupted her by crushing their lips together in a desperate kiss. Chloe quickly took charge of it and pushed Beca up against the door of the bathroom they locked themselves in. Wandering hands found their way under baca’s top, making her moan softly against Chloe’s lips. The redhead started to kiss Beca’s neck and lightly suck at her skin, careful not to leave any marks.
Beca felt like if someone set her on fire and all she could focus on were Chloe’s hands and lips moving over her body. When the tip of Chloe’s fingers started to pull Beca’s light dress up – this time it was Chloe’s turn to wear a pantsuit – they heard a knock on the door. “Fuck” breathed out Beca, when Chloe’s hands disappeared from her trembling thighs.
“One sec” called out Chloe rushing to fix Beca’s hair
“Chlo, I just wanted to tell you that it’s kinda obvious what you’re doing in there” hushed Nate from the other side of the door
“Shit” whispered Chloe turning red
“At least they’re convinced now” joked Beca with a smirk
“Shut up!” laughed Chloe
“Chloe you can come out now, there’s no one here” informed them Nate, so Chloe opened the door and they stepped away from the bathroom
“Who do you think heard us?” asked Beca
“I don’t know, nobody was here when I passed by and heard you were having fun” he smirked “I thought that living with other people you’d learned how to sneak around”
The day felt incredibly long; Beca felt incredibly uncomfortable in her ruined underwear and Chloe didn’t make things easy for her, suddenly slipping her hand under the hem of her dress to gently caress her thigh while Beca was talking with some random family member. The worst thing was that she did it with the most innocent face and it was driving Beca completely nuts.
When they finally got in their room Beca was about to explode. Chloe slowly locked the door behind her and started walking towards Beca, who was already sitting on their bed. Chloe fitted perfectly between Beca’s legs, her hands loosely cupping Beca’s jawline while she was looking up at her. She bent down to place a sweet kiss on the brunette’s awaiting lips before whispering “are you sure about this?”
Beca put her hands on Chloe’s hips and pulled her closer “I’ve never been so sure of anything” she assured.
Chloe gently pushed her back, starting to crawl on the bed with her, until Beca’s head was resting on the pillow and Chloe’s knee was pressing between her thigs. They started making out and Beca was desperately trying to take Chloe’s clothes off
“I thought, you didn’t like nudity” she giggled making Beca growl and mumble something that sounded like a shut up. The redhead decided to give in, because she was just as desperate as Beca was, and started undressing herself. When Beca tried to do the same she stopped her “no wait, I want to take that off too, if it’s okay for you” she asked and Beca nodded.
Once Chloe was in her underwear, she moved to kneel between Beca’s opened legs, hands on both of her thighs. She started to push the dress up, eyes dark and hungry traced every inch of pale skin that was revealed, until she tossed the dress away and lay on top of the brunette to kiss her again.
“You are so hot” mumbled Chloe against Beca’s mouth
Beca just hummed at that and let her hands go to all the places she’d always felt guilty about staring; now that Chloe was grinding down on top of her and grunting or panting, almost moaning, depending on where Beca’s fingers touched her, it didn’t feel wrong anymore, Beca felt like nothing in her life was ever so right. She unlocked Chloe’s bra and helped the girl get rid of it, before gently pushing her up to kiss and lick at her breasts
“Beca” moaned Chloe when the brunette sucked a nipple into her mouth. Chloe’s right hand was in Beca’s hair, while she used the other to support her body “God, I love you so much”
Beca immediately stopped to look at her face “say it again” she begged
“I love you” whispered Chloe “so fucking much” she added with a smile
“I love you, too” breathed Beca before kissing her hard.
They quickly got rid of their remaining clothes and Chloe pushed a leg up against Beca’s center, making her hiss, and lowered herself onto Beca’s one, after the girl had bent it up for her. Chloe started to ride both of their orgasms, tension building up when Beca picked up the peace Chloe was setting. It didn’t take long for Beca to come undone, with Chloe’s thigh deliciously sliding against her clit and the girl’s wet cunt rubbing against her thigh. Beca’s moans, and her body’s reaction sent Chloe over the edge too. The redhead started to lazily place sloppy kisses on Beca’s mouth and slid two fingers between her folds, just to bring them to her lips and make a show of sucking on them, making Beca moan at the sight.
“I need to taste more of you” she said, before going down between her legs and start eating her out.
Chloe’s tongue between her thigs felt better than anything Beca had ever felt. Her body arced off the bed, to push harder against Chloe’s face, who was eating her pussy like if it was her favorite food. The second orgasm hit Beca even harder than the first one and once she’d ridden it out, she had to stop Chloe by pulling her head up, because she didn’t seem to have any intention to stop there.
“You hungry huh?” cockily breathed out Beca with a smirk
“Been waiting to do this for a while” confessed Chloe digging her teeth into her bottom lip, Beca grabbed her and kissed her again, tasting her own cum on the redhead’s lips and tongue.
They made love again and again, until they fell asleep into each other’s arms – and between each other’s legs.
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Notes: I finally fucking wrote something, hallelujah! Anyway this is a one shot that got streched because , yes?
Words: 1907
Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality, dukeceit that could be romantic or platonic idk
Tw(s): Sexual references and implied content, no smut though, cursing, threats, remus being remus
The night was dark, but not the type of dark that you would fear, the type that was comforting and was not frightful. And out of that dark he came.
The dark of the second floor corridor, but still dark.
"Ok 3Q, this is Virgil Lunapuer, Virgil this is..."
It didn't matter what Ms Quill said next, Roman was too focused on what sounded better, Virgil Xia or Roman Lunaper.
He stared at the new member of their class taking in his hair that was made out of the night sky but seemed to radiate some sort of light that was intoxicating . Taking in his eyes are hypnotising and they are endless pools precious stones that glisten. Taking in his-
A snap of fingers.
"Ro are you the-"
"Jan, do you think that Xia sounds nice, I think it sounds nice, doesn't it sound nice.."
"Remus, did you spike drink his in the morning?"
"Not today at least.."
"...Oh God, your in love aren't you?"
"Yeah, Rem has eaten a pet dove..." And Roman was back to day dreaming about the new kid's face the calm but elegant beauty of it, how can he even be real, his body seemed so ..so...ma-
Roman's face got slapped by a semi gloved hand.
"Quill is calling you!" The slapped snapped back into focus, eyes widening and refocusing.
"Yeah, Miss." 'Miss' currently was pinching the bridge of her nose, looking like she was regretting all her life choices up to now ( That made sense, she did decide to go into teaching.)
"I'm buddying you up with Lunaper, do all that movie shit where you take him around the school and do that bonding fuckery or whatever." Virgil stood in front of his new guide with his hands in his pockets seeming not even focusing on him ,but his eyes were glued in a sideways position .
Oh god, I'm too gay, I'm too fucking gay for this, someone come and fucking help me.
No ,you can do this Roman. You can woo him. Your are Roman Xia . You can-
"Um, hi Roman."
Nope. I do not fucking have this. I am doomed. Can you die from a overdose of gay? I think you can. I am going to die.
"Are you ok?"
" Um, yeah.. yeah I was just going to that you are looking lovely today."
"..Oh my, that was really bad but-"
The ringing of the bell surrounded the room.
"Get out of classroom."
Virgil turned to Roman.
"So you're guiding me?"
(Janus walked up to his homeroom teacher's desk. "Quill, are you even allowed to curse in class?")
("Janus, do you remember I know what you did on Sunday evening?")
("...Truce?")
("Truce.")
******
The stream of feral adolescents filled the corridor. Shoving and pushing began as the students rushed their way over to their first period classes.
Somehow in the chaos, Virgil and Roman managed to stay together.
"Um, so, what do you like to do?"
The journey to second period would take about two minutes because the class was at the other side of campus, the guided concluded it would be a good time to break the ice.
"Oh, I really love theatre and just musicals in general, maybe it's because of my childhood Disney obsession-"
The jocks barge through the crowd.
"No, that definitely explains why you are currently wearing propaganda-"
"Merchandise-"
Everyone parts like the red sea for the resident Heathers.
"It's going to a multi-trillion-dollar corporation that has a very solid grasp on the younger generation perception of entertainment and what is right and wrong. It's propaganda princey."
He gave me a nickname. He gave me a nickname!
"Why princey ?"
Virgil made a sharp turn to face him.
"You're a Disney loving thespian, you just seem like the type to envision yourself as a prince.."
Virgil gave a small smirk/smile (Roman couldn't tell and it didn't matter. His heart skipped a beat either way.) to his guide and put his ear bud back in.
******
"Janus Vale?"
"Present."
"Remus Xia?"
"Not here, in the principle's office for something."
"Thank you, Janus, Roman Xia?"
"Here, sir!"
("Wait, that kid in the green denim jacket with the attempt at a moustache is your brother?")
"Ruth Yillton?"
("Twin brother actually.")
"I'm alive, I guess?"
(Virgil looked at Roman with a surprised face. "The one who offered to give a senior a blowjob in the middle of the hallway.")
"Nyx Yonder?"
("Yeah, I'm not sure how I'm related to him either." Roman started to doodle idly in the margin of his book.)
"You can see me."
( Roman noticed Virgil peering over at his book with a sly eye, seemed to acknowledge something and focus back on his music, bobbing to the beat with a quiet tap of his sneaker.)
"Remington Zenith."
Virgil stopped tapping his foot in response the student's name. The class was silent.
("Why did you stop tapping your foot?")
("You noticed me tap my foot?")
("No-t-h-h-ing, I meant why did you peer up your head like a deer in headlights?" And for one second, while the that his eyes flickered with colours that he could even describe. But it was just one second. Could of been an illusion.)
(" Nothing, it's just that's the name of my cousin.")
Don't panic yet. People have same names.
"Well if no one knows where Remin-"
"Morning bitches!"
("Huh, I was right.")
Dammit.
"Remington, you are five minutes late, where is your slip?"
A piece of discarded paper flew at the teachers face.
"Here you go.." The tardy walked to his seat at the front of the class.
Sir sighed.
"Class, Nyx is currently handing you back your tests graded, I'm just going to say that barely anyone of you got higher than a C and Janus meet me after class to discuss why you and Remus have both got an A+ despite you never being able to get anything higher than a D- ."
("Remington, move your shoes from the table.")
("No.")
("You are insufferable.")
("It is one of my talents.")
" As this is a revision lesson, you are allowed to talked to your peers."
And the classroom erupted into idle chatter (To be honest, why would teachers believe that students were actually going to talk about their scores and where they went wrong. They were obviously going to bitch and gossip about trivial shit.)
Both earbuds out.
"Well because this is my first day and I haven't got anything to look over, wanna talk?"
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"Sure."
******
"Beauty and the beast is not an allegory for Stockholm syndrome -"
"So please explain why Belle fell in love with a furry-"
"It's because she see the beast beyond outward, appearance and the fact she understands that there is something deeper inside, she can see it!"
And with that the eyes were back, the eyes that seem to contain whole nebulas and are ready to destroy everything and anything that disappeared in a second. And in a second it would be all that it took to make Roman dismiss the fact that his pencil once again was radiating the cosmic energy.
Well they did say that lightning not striking twice was a myth.
Virgil pulled him by his collar until they were at eye level with each other.
Stop thinking gay thoughts Roman.
"If you think you know anything about me, think if you value your life,"
He relinquished him just as the bell went.
"What's next princey?"
What just happened?
******
The day went on with no other incidents, like the one that occurred in the classroom and the day had gone mostly smoothly.
Mostly.
Virgil talked to Roman significantly less after that experience, the ripples of whatever button he had pressed subliminally affecting their conversations.
Roman did learn that Virgil, like him, was a theatre kid but unlike his 'basic bitch musicals' ( Virgil's words, not his.)like Hamilton, Be More Chill and Dear Evan Hansen ;he listen too the folks who made A Very Potter Musical ( Roman forgot who made it though). He also figured out that he was quite anti-social and preferred to stay invisible.
By final bell, Roman thought he had bonded with the boy.
Just a few more steps and we will be married.
******
"Pa, do you believe in true love?"
Pa straightened his glasses which was currently focused at his email pileup . "No, I don't Roman, love takes time, trail and error, you have to find someone like you that you don't just love for outward appearance, it doesn't just happen."
"So how did you fall in love with Dad, someone who apologise to the coffee table when he bumped into it?"
"On rare occasions, true love as you put it, can occur but I-," He looked up from his laptop. "Why are you even talking to me about stuff, you know your father is better with emotions and I'm better with logical things."
"Idk."
"Please don't speak to me in slang."
"Please never say slang."
******
" Dad, I think might be in love."
"Might, you were eye fucking him in class-"
"Remus, language!"
"English!"
"Anyway, there is this really cute boy who I'm guiding around the school and he likes the stuff I like and I really want to get to know him better but he got really angry at me and I don't know-"
Dad encased his son in a hug. " Look, if you are this in love with this boy that you only met so recently, just follow your heart, It's really and truly the only thing that can tell you what to do kiddo."
"Wow, that sounded really profound and wise, what have you done with my father?"
******
TheDuke: Hey
TheDuke:Hey
TheDuke:Hey
ThePrince: What do you want bro
TheDuke: You know Remy
ThePrince: How can I forget?
TheDuke: Well, Jan just sent me a video of him without his glasses on
ThePrince: Spill
TheDuke: Ok, so the file keeps on corrupting itself for some reason but his eyes are had this weird mystical vibe to it, it think I saw a cloud with 💤 in it
That reminds me of ..what? I can't remember in full but it has to do with Virgil.
ThePrince: Is that all had to show me?
TheDuke: Yeepers
ThePrince: Night brother
******
Roman was pissed that he woke up to say the least.
It didn't even get to the the really good bit...the fuck am I? Remus?
Roman turned to his phone to see that his usual flood of notifications was simplified down to two.
He checked it.
Anonymous: Do not fucking touch him or all of Sideton can see you spread his legs
Anonymous: [ Attached a file with the dream in word format.]
Roman screamed.
#roman sanders#remus sanders#Remy sanders#idk either#virgil sanders#might be an au.i need to spam write something to not get#logicality#prinxiety#dukeceit
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