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31 random (mostly giggly) gifs for tyler’s golden 31st birthday ⭐💛
#THIS TOOK SO LONG but i think im happy with it?#i wont know until it posts if tumblr fucks up the quality so#i watched so many open ices#i made all of these gifs with my bare hands#my favorites (not to make but in general) were:#cowboy hat ; tattoo vid ; the dude perf clips ; the clip where he does not pull his shirt down all the way#also i had the stupid listen to the tyler seguin showww tune stuck in my head#the entire fucking time#i never want to see his gay little face (affectionate) every a fucking gain#also let me know if this needs to have a read more bar added? i have no concept of how long it is?#its 5:30am est as im writing this and im so fucking tired?#i think ill schedule to post at like. 9. or something. 9:19 maybe would that be cute#whatever youll see#tyler seguin#dallas stars#cel gifs#this is my magnum opus#also feel free to ask where i got clips from i will see if i can remember (:
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The answer | Frankie Morales x GN!Reader x Santiago Garcia
Summary: Questions are asked and answered. Takes place immediately following “Ask me”
Rating: E for Explicit
Tags: SMUT, threesome, reader is penetrated; best friends who have always been a little bit in love with each other vibes (inspired by this photo)
Word Count: 1,743
A/N: I’ve been kinda wanting to challenge myself to do a gender-neutral smut piece, and I thought this would be a good opportunity to do so :) I’ve never written anything like this before (in terms of both the gender-neutrality and the gay vibes), so I’m open to (gentle) constructive criticism <3
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“Worry about me later, baby,” Frankie urges. “Right now what I want is to take care of you.” Nectar drips from his voice like that fateful fruit, slicking your descent toward sweet surrender.
"Or watch me take care of you, anyway,” Santiago adds. Still crouched on his knees before you, lips glistening, the round of his spine suggests laser-focus, a predator about to pounce. There’s a hint of a smirk on his face, but the look in eyes is deferent as he glances over your shoulder to Frankie.
Your partner’s body enfolds you like a silk hammock, a warm, rippling sea in which you have no fear of drowning. Frankie’s chest is bare and smooth against your back, supporting you as if he’s only here to reinforce your pleasure, and not partake of it himself. Although if his words from moments ago were any indication, he was indeed getting his own enjoyment:
“Too good to me, baby,” murmured through sloppy kisses and removing clothes.
“Fuck, you look so good between us,” groaned into your ear while you squirmed, callused fingers on your nipples and Santi's mouth on your neck.
“Yeah, let me hear you,” satisfaction barely audible over the irrepressible moan that Santi drew from you as he slowly worked you open.
Meaningfully Frankie skates his palms down over your hips, dipping tantalizingly close to the burning between them before winging away. Fingers digging into the plush flesh, he spreads your thighs for Santi.
Again. The air vanishes from your lungs at Frankie’s gesture.
He keeps you pinned open as Santiago inches forward and you’re certain you’re trembling, even as fresh arousal wells in anticipation. This feels so much more, somehow- suddenly immediate and undeniable that you’re really here, about to be fucked by your boyfriend’s best friend while said boyfriend holds you open for him.
Perhaps because this isn’t just affecting you. You note, through the throbbing heat demanding your attention, the tension in Frankie’s body framing you. How careful Santi is about where he places his hands- on you or the couch, no longer bold and teasing with Frankie. The skitter of his gaze, like he doesn’t know quite where to focus now that he’s facing both of you so directly. You wonder where Frankie is looking.
When Santi is finally nestled to the base inside you, an inch for every panting breath, you’re not the only shaky one. His muscles quiver with the effort of holding himself over you, the feeling of you engulfing him threatening to overwhelm his good sense. For a moment there is only the strained rise and fall of your chests as both men wait for you to adjust. It’s akin to being rocked by the swells of an ocean, only in this case your anchor is Santiago, keeping his hips flush with yours, keeping you present on the delicious, searing stretch of his cock.
Frankie’s tongue on your neck makes you shiver, and Santi gasps when you clench around him. Smiling, you admire the gleam of sweat at his temples, the desperate lines around his squeezed-shut eyes. It’s difficult to maneuver yourself in this position, but you arch your body into his as best you can, giving him permission to move with a squeeze of his muscular ass.
A raspy laugh slips from him. It’s a bit clumsy at first- accommodating to the weave of limbs in which the three of you are entangled. Possibly this would be easier on a bed or even the floor, but it’s far too late to move now, lost in each other as you are. You know the boys would agree- even if you had the opportunity to be transported with merely a snap of the fingers, it feels right that this should happen here, on a slightly cramped couch, stifling smiles and snorts of laughter but never your eagerness for each other.
Santiago is impossibly beautiful like this. Every hard-earned muscle on display, working in harmony to the cadence that’s always swayed the three of you, however unconsciously. His eyes half-lidded and hazy, his little groans of effort and pleasure complementing Frankie’s caresses. It’s clear from Frankie’s own awed murmurs that he’s experiencing the same bliss you are, and he lets his hands linger on your front so his knuckles brush Santi’s torso. Like strings on a loom pulling gradually tighter, the design you three are creating becomes steadily clearer.
“Damn,” Frankie says hoarsely. The angle of your head prevents you from seeing his expression fully, but you make a wordless sound of wholehearted agreement.
“Mm?” Santiago hums in question despite his own daze, spying something in Frankie’s face that you missed.
“Just…it’s obvious which one of us aged better.”
Frankie’s voice is strained, his body tense. He’s been hard since the moment Santiago said yes, but a tangible slippery patch has grown against your back while the other man rocked in and out of you, long, measured strokes making an easy smear of Frankie’s cock.
Santi looks up, startled. Then his smile crooks. “Shut up, Frank,” he laughs, and the kiss to your shoulder doesn’t feel like it’s for you.
Frankie chuckles, raspy and affectionate, and it’s like the picture is finally identifiable, an outline of this potential future woven clear.
The turn of your head gets their attention. Santiago slows his hips as you stretch your neck toward Frankie, his lips just reachable in this position. But Santi’s thrusts still entirely when you face him next, your kiss brim-full of the same contentment you’d given Frankie. Something fraught flickers between the two men when you pull back; Santiago looks almost shy as, hesitantly and then all at once, he presses his lips to the corner of Frankie’s mouth for a lingering, reverent second.
Frankie’s eyes close and his head tips back as Santi drops his forehead to your shoulder. His curls catch on the bristly hair of Frankie’s jaw, steady, rhythmic again, and you’re not sure of the delineations between your bodies anymore. You feel full, in more ways than one, surrounded both physically and emotionally.
Frankie’s moans are music to your ears as you reach behind you, stroking his cock as best you can while semi-laying on it. Fuck, his husky sounds never fail to heat your blood- a new experience for Santiago, you’re guessing, from the way his eyes flare, fixed on his friend’s dropped-open mouth. There’s been no particular hurry to your activities thus far, but a sense of urgency is growing now, blossoming with every drag of skin on skin, every throaty plea weighting the humid air.
It’s not long before Santi’s grasp on your shoulder slips, flushed with sweat as you are. Fumbling, he braces himself on Frankie’s broader frame, and your partner holds his hand in place, unthinking. Santiago swears. He looks you over, eyes a little wild, then back up at Frankie, imploring.
Obliging, Frankie’s other hand snakes down your front, fingers searching, circling where you’re most sensitive. Distantly you’re aware of him rutting against your back, tiny whines scraping his throat with a familiar desperation. Everything in you tightens around the slick jerk of his fingers.
You cry out as you come, hips arching into Santiago, flattening Frankie’s hand between you. Santi gasps ragged and guttural as you spasm around him, and your rapture careens abruptly higher at the speed and force with which he’s suddenly slamming into you. A jumble of hands hold your shuddering frame in place as Santiago finds his own release, shoving the three of you impossibly deeper into each other.
For a moment it feels as if you’re floating, your body tethered only by the bruising clutch of your hands and theirs. As your awareness returns, you notice that Frankie is rigid behind you, still quivering, his lower half contorted as if to gain as much contact with your skin as possible.
Oh. There’s far too much wetness against your back for it to just be sweat.
A giddy, dreamy laugh wisps from your next exhale. Frankie doesn’t react, but Santi rolls his head to face you with a drowsy hm?
You disentangle one of your hands and lift it to gently rub Frankie’s scalp with your fingertips, tousling the curls as if scratching a pet’s ears. “Just glad we were all able to make it.” Your still-breathless tone carries your meaning. You twist your head to kiss the nearest bit of him, which happens to be his jaw.
Santi lifts his head, his expression somewhere between surprised and smug. Frankie only gives an airy shrug, inclining his head to mouth at your shoulder; the space now shared by both men’s faces.
“Meant what I said,” Frankie offers in his low voice. His gaze flits over what it can reach of Santiago’s naked body.
Surprise completely overtakes the smugness in Santi’s face, his mouth curving up as if he’s powerless to stop it. You observe in delighted disbelief. You know from experience how much it normally takes to make Santiago blush- yet here he is, all afluster at a few words from Frankie. Chuckling, Santi ducks his head again.
You wriggle sideways slightly so as to better see more of Frankie’s face, a shift that results in Santi leaning on him with his whole arm and flank. The thoughtful flicker of his eyes over Frankie’s further exposed torso doesn’t go unnoticed.
“We’ll see,” is all Santiago says; but his contentment is palpable, his tiny smile a confession. Frankie relaxes as the other man collapses again, this time with his head more on Frankie’s shoulder than yours.
The sun is past its peak now, longer shadows interrupting its shine through the windows, but the three of you don’t need it. You can all but see the afterglow illuminating, the way the filaments of a lantern gradually brighten as they warm, casting gentle light on the possibilities presented here.
You regard Santi with an indulgent smile. You sweep it up to Frankie next, softening at the sight of his unruly hair and the relief with which he returns it. There’s an unspeakable kind of gratitude mingling with the adoration in his eyes. As if his thanks could possibly be necessary; as if you would have ever denied either of them the opportunity to explore such long-contained feelings, no matter what your original proposition for this afternoon may have been.
“Next time,” Frankie murmurs, his lips brushing Santiago’s brow, “we’re doing this in a bed.”
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Taglist: @thirstworldproblemss, @leonieb
#triple frontier fic#triple frontier#frankie morales x reader#frankie morales x you#santiago garcia x reader#santiago garcia x you#frankie x reader x santi#triple frontier imagine
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It’s just Remus Lupin! (part 2)
The sun had risen and Sirius felt someone sitting on his bed. His neck was aching following with throbbing in his temples. He was struggling to open his heavy eyelid until he heard voices.
“Why don’t you talk to him right now after he wakes up?” That was James’ voice.
“No way! And after what he had told me? And now I have totally made everything awkward between us. I’m so stupid, Prongs!” Remus’ voice sounded so new, squeaky and very much worried.
“Yeah, there is no doubt. You are the mother of stupidity. But look at his face. He must’ve cried all the night. So peaky! He needs breakfast before he faints.”
Typical Potter, the mother-hen of the group.
“I’ve never seen him crying like last night.” Remus whispered.
Sirius’ heartbeat quickened as he felt a very familiar hand brushing against his. Remus’ warmth was all he yearned for. Then after a while, Sirius finally opened his eyes to see three heads hovering on him. James, Peter and Remus were gawking at him as if he were some sort of new creature they had discovered.
“How are you?” Peter asked.
“Yeah, I’m great.” Sirius struggled to sit up, propping on his elbows. He felt so tired.
“Well, do you wanna talk about it?” James asked, gesturing to the crumpled ball of parchment at his nightstand. Sirius distinctly recalled throwing it on the floor. Someone of the three had read it and put it back in its previous form. He nervously glanced at Remus who was looking at the floor, deeply engrossed in his thoughts. He felt a surge of unjust anger for him.
“Not really...” He answered.
“You know we are here for you.” James insisted.
“I know, Prongs, you are.” He didn’t expect himself to come out too bitterly, which made everyone in the room uncomfortable.
“Me too, Pads, and Moony here” Peter started but Remus interrupted.
“Wormy, what Sirius really need is breakfast so...”
“How do you know what I need?” Sirius suddenly snapped. He was hating how Remus was being this figure who tells people what they should be, or do, but then he was regretting his tone when he saw Remus wearing pained expressions, while James and Peter were becoming tensed. “Aye, you know what, just leave me alone. I don’t need breakfast.” Sirius said dejectedly, “its weekend and I would really wanna have myself for a while...”
Everybody sauntered towards the door and Sirius buried his head in his hands. He didn’t want to be a burden to his friends. They were his only family. No matter how awkward Peter could be, no matter how painfully lovely Remus could be or how irritatingly caring James could be, They were all a very essential part of his life, something he could not afford to lose. And now he was gradually losing one by one. Remus was lost, James was halfway there because telling him that he was gay would be disgusting enough for him and Peter to leave.
The door clicked shut but Sirius realized that he was not alone yet. He lifted his head up to see James Potter standing against the doorframe, smiling weakly at him.
“I’m not leaving you alone after you’ve cried literally like a baby, Padfoot. A legit baby.” He walked towards Sirius who let out a chuckle. “Padfoot?”
“Yeah?” Sirius looked into his hazel eyes, staring at him very intently.
“Moony told me.”
Sirius felt his entire body went numb.
“And...Sirius....”
Why are you gay? What is the matter with you? I can’t be friends with you anymore!
“...Why didn’t you tell me?”
Sirius jerked up his head with wide eyes and mouth. What?
“What?”
“I mean-I thought we share everything...is there something that I did to make you uncomfortable or-“
“James...no...You can never do something wrong...” He was at a loss of words. He didn’t expect this response. “You don’t disgust me?”
“Why? Did you pick your nose and eat it?”
“Ew! No Prongs!” Sirius scrunched his nose halfheartedly while a smile desperately wanting to settle on his lips. James was being James Fucking Potter, his supportive non-biological brother and a caring prat.
“Then, there’s no reason for me to disgust you, Sirius.” James gazed him earnestly. He felt tears stinging in his eyes.
“Wha-Padfoot!?” James exclaimed at the sight of Sirius whose face was crumpled and was practically weeping silently. “Look at that! A baby! Legit baby!” James crawled on Sirius’ side and wrapped his arms around him, cackling affectionately.
They finally came down to grab buttered toasts from the kitchen as they ran to their first lesson of the day. The time crawled down like as if it were a turtle. Sirius wanted to bang his head against the nearby wall because it was becoming unbearable to be in the same class where Remus Lupin was. It was quite a hard truth to digest and that was Remus and Sirius becoming distant. They used to be glued against each other, and Sirius used to enjoy that one-sided intimacy, but now they were miles away from each other and Sirius was touch-starved. Well actually, this was Remus’ touch starvation.
“I think I’m gonna be sick!” He rested his head against the wall by the Great Hall entrance as he and James were waiting for the rest of the Marauders to gather for lunch.
“Hey! Snap out of it!” James blurted out, “Don’t let your emotions have power over you-“
“That’s what Moony said.”
“Then listen to him, for his sake! I know you’re falling for him and you think that he didn’t return the feelings—“
“I think?” Sirius glared at him, “He clearly rejected me!”
“He didn’t reject you! He is just being Moony! You know how he is, always self-deprecating, and not to mention, being affirmative that he doesn’t deserve anything good. That’s why he asked you if you were sure. I mean, I’m not defending him because of course, you are not supposed to say that when someone tells you that they love you, but Pads, I don’t think he is entirely unreasonable here. You have messed around with a lot of girls while he never got one. He is conflicted between being worthy enough to be with you, and making sure he doesn’t get a heart break from you of all people. All that matters to him, is your friendship. He is not judging you, he just doesn’t trust himself.”
Sirius knew that each and every word of James was right. It was a little hurting but true. He didn’t know what to say so he remained silent. He clearly had a bad reputation of having two-days relationships so, of course, Moony was doubting him reasonably.
Peter and Remus had joined the two of them and now the four of them were eating shepherd’s pie in their lunch. Sirius suddenly lost his appetite when his eyes found Remus, sitting between Peter and Frank, playing with his food while staring into nothingness. His heart clenched to see him like this. Remus’ eyes searched to find Sirius’ which were already staring back. Sirius quickly looked away.
There were these mixed feelings surrounding Sirius’ mind. He didn’t want NOT to be around Remus but every time he looked at those sad amber eyes, he wanted to kiss the pain away but then he was reminded that he had confessed and failed. Remus didn’t even come to him to clarify. If he really felt the same, he could’ve cornered Sirius to communicate.
The Marauders spent the rest of the day mostly in the library for the completion of Transfiguration Essay that was supposed to be 3 foot long, and Slughorn had given them homework to write the functions and ingredients of Felix Felicis potion for the gain of extra credit.
James was scribbling lazily on the top of his journal, it was distinct to see that he was drawing a snitch of L.E written on it. While Peter was drooling over the girl two tables away from them, and Sirius was casting quick glances at Remus who was so engrossed in reading a book with no title. It seemed to be a vintage journal and he had his eyes locked with it as though no power on earth can lift up his attention.
“Mooooony...I’m tired...” James spoke but Sirius knew that Remus wasn’t going to respond until his book is finished.
It was already evening and they hadn’t found any opportunity to be alone. Apparently, Remus hadn’t sought a chance to get Sirius alone because he had done his part but clearly Remus was not trying.
Sirius snapped his hand on the table and stormed out of the library, ignoring the glare from Madam Pince. He sprinted to the Gryffindor Tower and found the common room empty. He sat there alone with his thoughts.
He knew that Remus never dated anyone because of his furry little problem, while Sirius did date a lot including Marlene McKinnon before she realized that she was falling for Dorcas Meadows. Sirius had helped her without feeling bad for being dumped on the Yule Ball as her date. After when Remus had known that Sirius had no one to dance with, he led Sirius in the empty common room and waltzed around on Never Let me Go by Judy Bridgewater.
“So you’d rather dance with a person who is moping that he got dumped on the ball, than with the most beautiful woman on the earth.” Sirius had asked him.
“Padfoot, you are the most beautiful woman on the earth.” Remus had replied him which had made both of them laugh manically, stumbling over each other.
And then he had known that he would never let this man go from his life. Since that beautiful night filled with laughter and lot of dancing alone and drinking, Sirius had never stopped looking at Remus so longingly.
He sighed as the Gryffindor students flooded in the common room, back from the feast. Before he could be seen by his friends, he climbed up to his dormitory. He shut the door behind him and sunk into his bed.
The door swung open, and Shit! Sirius didn’t shut his curtains. He didn’t need to turn to look who came in because it was quite a decent and silent walk of someone, rather than being noisy like James and Peter.
“Hey.” Remus’ voice was as calm and pure as his soul.
“Hi.” He still had his back to Remus and was staring at the window.
“What? Now we won’t talk to each other?” The same sweet voice spoke rather sadly. Sirius reluctantly turned to face him because he couldn’t hurt him.
“Uh... no it’s not like that. Uh, how are you?”
Remus opened his mouth and then shut it quickly, narrowing his eyes, becoming very interested in the floor, as though calculating his words.
“I...” He glanced at Sirius’ eyes, “I’m sorry, Padfoot-“
Sirius felt his stomach twist.
“Look, Remus, you don’t have to apologize-“
“But I do! For-“
“Remus, it’s okay! Please!” Sirius didn’t realize he had shouted those words until he saw Remus’ distraught eyes, glistening with tears in it. “I mean, I shouldn’t expect anything from you, and to be honest I didn’t but it just hurts! We can forget about all of it and go back being friends because-“
“Would you be able to do that?” Remus’ voice was shaky, and Sirius felt a shiver ran down his spine. “You know what, I don’t regret for what I was sorry for earlier. For asking you if you were sure about what you said to me last night.”
What?
“What did you say to me?” Sirius had to pull himself from punching Remus’ beautiful face because Fuck you, Remus Lupin! You are the best cruel person in the world!
“You heard me! Sounds like you don’t love me enough just like I doubted! Because if you did you wouldn’t be a coward to walk away from my life so easily! Would be that easy for you to forget everything!?”
A MILLION TIMES HARDER!! The word ‘easy’ was no near to this situation Sirius was dealing with. However, as much as he was taken aback by the challenging voice of the other boy, he knew deep down inside his heart that he was, again, reasonable.
He also wanted to retaliate but what came out from Sirius’ mouth was a whimper, and before he knew it he was sobbing on the floor.
Remus was immediately holding him by his torso from his behind, but a little more intimately, Sirius could tell.
“Don’t walk away, I can’t imagine my life without you.” Remus nuzzled his face in Sirius’ hair and continued whispering in his ear, “Please don’t become a stranger before hearing everything. I am going to keep my promise. I promised you I’d help you, I will, Sirius, I will.” Sirius felt a light brush of lips on his temple and it made him want to cry more, but in less pain.
Sirius turned to face Remus who looked so sad, yet radiant than the last time he saw him. It was something about him that made him look prettier every new second to Sirius.
“Do you really love me? Me?” Remus came closer to him, almost sitting on his lap.
Sirius’ heart broke a little at the tone. Why that was even a question? Doesn’t he deserve to be loved? There is no doubt in loving my Moony. He is the loveliest person in my life!
He leaned closer to him and stopped when he was an inch away. Remus was burning scarlet and it seemed that he had held his breath. Sirius was gazing into him very closely, examining every scar on his face. He touched the one on the bridge of his nose and he felt the other boy shivered. Remus was not moving anywhere farther, neither coming closer. Sirius was lost in the strange beauty of him. He was tracing every feature of him and it was becoming difficult to breathe in the heat of the moment.
“With every inch of my heart.”
But Remus shook his head, tears spilling from the brims as he whimpered, “I don’t deserve it.”
And it broke Sirius’ heart into million pieces. He held his wet face in the cup of his hands.
“It’s not true, Moony-oh Moony…”
Sirius embraced him and Remus slumped into his arms. He sincerely loved him. Loved every inch of him. He had waited for so long. Remus’ heart was beating furiously that Sirius could tell by the thudding in his ears. Remus broke into a sweet chortle between his tears and sniffing, and he looked adorable.
“I especially don’t deserve the love of my favorite person in the world.”
“Hope you are talking about me?” Sirius still had him in his arms, his head resting on his shoulders.
Sirius was anxious for Remus’ response, but he also wanted to be patient this time. He was not going to presume the situation wrongly this time.
To Sirius’ surprise, Remus was unstoppably weeping and he knew that those were happy tears because he was laughing merrily and struggling to stop the river streaming from his eyes. Sirius’ right hand were completely damp as it was still there, holding his jaws and his thumb was tracing his cheek while his fingers travelling to nape from his ear, back and forth.
Remus finally spoke, “I’m sorry for this unexpected...pool of tears...”
But Sirius wiped his tears, shaking his head to gesture that he didn’t mind.
“Sirius?”
“Hmm?”
“I do love you, too.” Remus’ breath was hot against his neck.
“Moony, you don’t have to-“
“No, you won’t interrupt me, Sirius Black, because I’m not letting us get ruined by your stupid pessimism!”
Sirius tried to hide his grin because there was the Remus Lupin he loved; the one who made him silent and flustered. He led him to the most corner of their dorm by window and they both sat on their wooden floor. The room was dark but the moonlight emitted faintly.
“You don’t know…” Remus murmured in a despaired voice.
He could sense that Remus was struggling with expressing his feelings. Sirius had known Remus from ages and he was familiar with that some nasty emotions laid beneath the deadpanned face. For instance, if there was rage sweeping inside of Remus, it would be hard to figure out what was going behind that serene face. And Sirius would be damned if he didn’t give him a chance to relax and explain his heart out. He squeezed Remus’ hand and smiled encouragingly.
“Hey, I’m here. I’ve got all night for you. Tell me everything, everything that is in your mind. I’ll listen to you this time and stop being prick like before.”
Remus exhaled a sigh of relief, easing his shoulders.
“I had been there. Just like you, when I was struggling through it since third year. And I knew the night you were there for me on my worst full moon. I never told any of you about that. On that night my full moon was worse because the three of you knew about me and i feared that one of you might let slip of my condition to anyone in the school. That fear worsened my condition. But after my transformation I found you outside the Whomping Willow, you were there for me even rather than being disgusted with me-“
Sirius opened his mouth to protest but Remus held his hand up to let him finish what he wanted to say.
“Pads, you didn’t hesitate to see me in blood and wounds. You cured me even you hardly knew any healing spells.” Remus chuckled and Sirius blushed.
“Every full moon, you held me. The comfort always came with you when I was resting in your arms but it was not same when James held me. I didn’t want to be rude but one day I was this close to tell James off and bring you instead!
“I convinced myself in the fourth year that they were just desperate stupid desires for having someone’s attention because you and I have had this bond, you know...but now I have this urge to be around you to just know if you’re doing fine. Every summer, none of my night went by not thinking about you, worrying about you for how your family was treating you. I can’t see your sad eyes.” He paused to look down at Sirius’ hand and then added, “Sirius, I’m weak. Much vulnerable as a lycanthrope, but if you’ll have me, I’ll always protect you.
Sirius thought he had never felt such fathomless influx of love for someone until now, and it was like his heart was singing Remus like a mantra.
“I never thought you’d like me in that way. And yesterday night in the common room you told me that you were falling in love with me, I couldn’t believe my luck. I thought it was universe playing tricks on me-and I just couldn’t say the right words, Sirius. I’m sorry I made you feel that I rejected you. God, I can never reject you.”
Sirius stared him so tranquilly, a smile lingering on his face. He stayed quiet for Remus to let out every single thing from his heart. This was a new Remus Lupin he was looking at. Someone, who never displayed his emotions, was now pouring his heart out to him. Sirius was starting to feel special.
After a brief silence and gazing into each other’s eyes, Remus stood, propping up on his knees and leaned towards Sirius, holding his face in his hands. Sirius thought, he was going to melt into a puddle.
“And tonight, in this very moment, I wholeheartedly confess that I’ve been in love with you and I’ll always love you, no matter what.”
Sirius thought that his heart would burst and before he could’ve processed those words and depict his next move, Remus had pressed his lips against his into a very passionate kiss that almost took him by surprise. He snaked his arms up to Remus ribcage, reaching to grasp his shoulders as he sunk into the kiss. It was like being intoxicated under those lips which were soft like silk.
They broke apart a little to catch their breaths.
“Merlin, I just kissed Remus Lupin.”
They suddenly laughed into each other’s mouths, pressing their foreheads together.
“Yeah, just Remus Lupin.” Remus smiled weakly at him and Sirius sprang on his feet, holding out his hand.
“Come here.” And Remus did. He seized his hand and they stood before each other. “Listen to me, before you let out that trash talk, you are not what you think you are. You are so much more than that. You have a very good heart inside that chest. I fell in love with that heart right there.” He poked his index finger on his chest where his heart thumped steadily. “You understand? And besides, you’re my Moony. Mine. I’ll always be there for you. I love taking care of you, it’s my favorite hobby.”
Sirius saw Remus blushing and smiling at the same time as he was looking down, and Sirius seized him by his arms and leaned to kiss him on his eyelid.
“I love you, Sirius Black.” Remus whispered.
“Seriously, Moony, I thought you had better taste in men.”
And in return he got a kick in his shin, which led to hitting each other, laughing and running in the dormitory. One chasing after other until they fell on the bed against each other, panting and kissing as if their life depended on it.
“I love you too, Moony, So much.” Sirius held him earnestly as he closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of Remus lying on his body.
Yep, just this beautiful boy on my chest, listening to my heartbeat like a simp! Just Remus Lupin, just the boy I love.
Part 1.
#wolfstar fanfiction#wolfstar#wolfstar fluff#remus x sirius#sirius x remus#sirius is in love with remus lupin#remus loved sirius#moony x padfoot#james potter#love confessions#happy ending
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could u rank aaaall the characters u can think of from fave to least fave?
i won’t do every single one because there’s literally too many characters in this series but i’ll rank the ones that i have opinions about;
1. yuki -- a shocker i know but it cannot be helped. he’s been my favorite since day one. hands down my favorite character arc in the story, i think it’s just so impactful not just for a romance series but for a story so focused on cyclical trauma. he’s a cryptic little weirdo but he’s also just like..... achingly normal and relatable. (i mean........ isn’t that just his whole character development......). big romantic, so kind and genuinely good but also he’s a big bastard and i love that for him. his and tohru’s relationship? his development surrounding it?? the best of the best. just standout to me. mwah. absolutely iconic.
2. kakeru -- for a character i didn’t even remember when i went back to reread the series a few years ago he is like....... quite literally on the brain all the time now lmfao. technical-wise i think he stands as a really interesting juxtaposition to our main trio in the sense that he has the qualities they initially lack, but he struggles with and has to actively work on aspects that are very inherent to all three of them. he just holds a unique perspective that i appreciate, esp since it’s so critical to challenging yuki’s. vibes-wise i think he’s both interestingly complicated and a fucking fool. absolutely lame and refuses to acknowledge it. love him.
3. machi -- the ways in which my opinion about her character have changed over the past year....... okay so if we’re talking like, strictly canon machi i don’t think she would be this high up (still top 10 probably) but considering the mental energy i’ve put into reconsidering her character & story and just like.... the fact that i think about her as much as i do..... i kind of can’t not have her up here lmfao. idk i think she had a lot of potential that got dropped in canon which is a shame, but i think i’ve talked that point to death so. anyways. i do just love her. she just has those vibes you know. no bullshit, secretly rabid, depressed & doing her best. yeah. takaya nerfed her because she realized she would just end up giving her the same gay subtext she gave yuki and u know how she feels about that.
4. haru -- god what is there not to love abt him. i think he makes me laugh the most throughout the series but he’s also sooo fucking intense at times it’s sick. especially since he usually stands as a chill and grounded point while everyone else is going crazy..... again just immaculate vibes. just so much love in his heart. like he genuinely just wants people to be happy and having a good time. i do also wish his character/issues were explored a little more (maybe in lieu of characters who like.... didn’t really need a character arc lmao) but it’s not a dealbreaker. boy rlly almost exposed the sohmas to the whole school though huh.
5. kyo -- he’s actually somewhat tied with tohru but i think he has just an edge above her for me because he’s such a grouch LMAO. idk there’s just something about how he’s very prickly but suuuch a softie and romantic under it all that just gets me. in a weird way though, he ticks a lot of my boxes but isn’t exactly a character that i’m strongly drawn to? i like him, but i don’t really reread his chapters/rewatch his eps. something about him doesn’t click exactly right for me..... maybe bc his story is strictly romance-focused (and honestly tends towards the melodramatic that i’m a bit ‘hm’ about). that said he lucked out with getting a satisfying ending to his arc and he’s made me cry at least once so gg.
6. tohru -- every time i think about her i’m just like. can we pleeeeease get this girl a therapist. yes they all need therapy but like..... hello can someone help..... anyways she’s just so lovingly made and i think her progression is super super well done. how her issues and grief manifest and really take form in the series over time is just...... oog...... it’s just perfect. i really appreciate that we get to see a character who is stereotypically feminine and mother-like actually struggle under those traits, but doesn’t abandon them once she overcomes her issues. she’s not a go-to character for me like, personality-wise ig (again.... melodrama....) but i do love her. icon.
7. uo -- back in middle school i think she was actually my favorite character after yuki.... and tbh is it such a coincidence that i couldn’t remember the second half of the series when i visited it again in my 20s lmaoooo. first-half series uo is just so fresh. i love that people find her threatening and yet she’s just this chill harsh-mouth who’s also incredibly tender-hearted and vulnerable. just genuinely funny and insightful every time she’s on the page. her friendship with kyo is also pretty standout to me it makes me laugh every time, and ofc her love for tohru... well u know. meanwhile second-half series uo um.... who’s that lol..... she only takes a place above hana here because i have really affectionate memories about just loving & admiring her when i was younger.
8. hana -- more or less tied with uo. she’s a constant mood and i love her for it. i guess i could say “second-half hana idk her” here too, but that’s just more because she just literally drops off the face of the earth after a certain point. but whatever, i love that she walks around with psychic powers and everyone knows it but it’s never questioned because everyone is just so fuckin weird it doesn’t matter. takes no shit, could kill you without leaving evidence. vibes. i also think her backstory is really beautiful and her relationship with tohru is just gorgeous. just a perfect support character.
9. shigure -- okay he actually also used to be a fave back in the day. i think he’s just fun to think about...... his perspective and his purpose in the story is pretty fascinating and i think it’s one that you gain new insight on with each reread. he just stews in this incredibly morally grey area and that’s where he stays. truly a character that you either love or you loathe. i mean at the heart of things he’s a conniving bastard who has fuckin problems LMAO but he’s also just so.... aggravatingly lackadaisical when he’s not actively being a shit-stirrer.... just “cause problems on purpose & chill” energy. ends justify the means to the bitter core. problematique. his story w akito is fucking batshit and the series wouldn’t be the same without it, the energy of that with the rest of the story?? what the fuck dude. meanwhile i do love his relationships with the main trio & the other sohma kids.
10. ayame -- king.... he’s just 110% all the time and i think that his existence is just the most exquisite dunk on his family’s rigid upholding of conservatism and tradition it’s truly sexy of him. he does what he wants and tbh, it’s worked in his favor for the most part. when he’s on screen you know some stupid shit is about to go down. and of course i really love his and yuki’s relationship and how it impacts them both over the series...... good shit rlly. a fabulous menace.
11. kimi -- she’s literally just up here because she’s goddamn funny and i love her relationships with kakeru and yuki. no deep traumatic lore just a girl owning the fact that she’s cute smart as hell and knows how to get what she wants. a brat to the core. idk she’s just pure fun and i think that’s necessary in a story where even the designated clown characters (kakeru, ayame) have fairly dark moments. also i think about the “his wallet 💖” moment too often.
12. komaki -- okay. so. she is not this high up on the list because of who she is in canon. she’s this high up purely because of how i’ve recreated her in my brain lmfao. i think she’s borderline unnecessary in canon (i like that we see the other side of the accident, but the execution of it is just. not it.), but my extensive daydream universe where i just overload her with headcanons to give her any sort of character beyond “kakeru’s cute girlfriend” lands her up here. i also just think of her too much as an extension of thinking about kakeru too much. sue me.
13. momiji -- honestly i’m having kind of a hard time placing him because i do like him, i think he’s funny and sweet and of course has his own brand of issues going on, but...... i don’t think i have any strong feelings about his story? i think he brings a necessary lightness to the cast, but when it comes down to some individual aspects of his narrative (involving his mom/momo, his unrequited crush on tohru) ...hm.... i think his complicated feelings about the curse are really poignant though and that part of his story especially slaps for me.
14. akito -- hmm... hm.... i like how akito stands as tohru’s narrative foil and i think the parallels between the two are pretty rich...... but i really struggle with just how fucking exhausting she is lmfao. the lengths of her derangement are just 2 much for me personally, and i feel like the ending really failed her as far as her personal growth goes (which? i think is super fucking detrimental considering how takaya tries to portray her as like, “reformed” or something along those lines.... i just don’t buy it. her having a normal functioning relationship with SHIGURE??? lmaoooooo. please). i do appreciate the level of darkness she brings to the story, and how her behaviors form and completely fuck the family over, but...... i don’t necessarily enjoy her........ tiring queen.
15. rin -- ah... tragic, vitriolic goth.... i do like her, and i think i could place her above akito depending on the day, but her story doesn’t really stand out to me. like, it’s obviously incredibly sad, but it’s really unfortunate that we don’t see her develop in a way that actually..... you know.... develops her character.... idk it sucks that she’s written in a way where she’s fruitlessly sacrificing herself mentally and physically for haru and there’s never really a point where it feels like she can just relax and consider herself and her own needs (or even like. like herself). she starts and ends the story feeling completely broken from trauma and i just think there should have been more of an intervening point somewhere in there, which i think could have been achieved with more time between her and tohru. as is she’s just kind of all-around tragic which :’/ bummer. she deserved more growth.
16. mayu -- honestly i still don’t really get why she of all of the characters has a backstory chapter. i think her friendship with kana is pretty heartbreaking but it also doesn’t... do much for me.... after the fact... so i don’t know what to think about it. her crush on hatori is kind of weird and i don’t fully understand it in canon. but you know what. she’s funny and i like her attitude. for the most part, i like when she’s on-screen. i think she has a really funny relationship with her students and is this chill no-bullshit kind of figure. her friendship with the mabudachi boys is nice even though i think it’s delivered a little weird at times (which is more or less because it can be easy to forget that she. knows them lmfao). yeah. i like her but takaya really made some decisions with her huh. also i originally didn’t add her to this list but i’m just sticking her in here last second so yes there’s a note in hatori’s bit that doesn’t make sense now but it’s staying.
17. kyoko -- so i kind of have some blasé feelings about kyoko, except when it comes to her backstory, in which case i am just... upset lmfao..... the adult version we see of kyoko is sweet and at times like, pretty funny in just how blunt/harsh she can come across as, but in general my feelings about the parents in furuba are just like.... oh you’re a nice parent.... oh you’re a fucking horrible parent..... etc. you know? it’s usually pretty one or the other (some parents are a little more complicated than others -- tbh kakeru’s mom comes to mind), and she’s obviously portrayed as a good parent, esp since we see her primarily through memory. anyways, her backstory is just tragic. she went from one abusive situation to the next and was then left to be a single mom at like, 19/20, traumatized and with just about no support system, and while i understand that she was able to become the kyoko we see in the present because of tohru.... idk i think i still feel a kind of unresolved dissonance between backstory kyoko and the kyoko we see later on. and i think that largely has to do with the fact that we (purposefully) don’t see the parent’s perspectives -- so she ends up in this transitory stage. i have no idea how this would be resolved lmao i think it just is what it is.
18. hatori -- i’m also struggling to place him because i think he’s sooo so poignant in the beginning of the story but i don’t really pay much attention to him later on. which is a shame considering his introduction is to me the first real punch to the gut regarding just how deep the issues go with the sohmas. i don’t feel inclined to really think of him very often, but i just think there could have been more done for him. i think trying to tie up his issues with a romance just doesn’t really work and is also irrelevant to his? actual problems? (also sorry i’m just remembering that this is another symptom of takaya pulling another wacky coincidence maam they don’t all have to know each other i repeat they don’t all have to fucking know each other--) anyways i feel like his resolution wrt his issues with his family/the curse is kinda.... glossed over..... unless i’m just completely forgetting something.
19. hiro -- i used to hate this kid. straight up. now i think he’s just like.... a typical smart-mouth 12 year old...... so he’s alright lmfao. i think his relationship with rin is interesting but it’s pretty forgettable. i don’t really care about his relationship with kisa or the parallel it makes with kyoru, but i do like the scene where he tells her about his curse breaking. he does mature in a nice way over the series. oh and the panel of him holding his sister makes me cry idk dudes. alright maybe i’ll place him above kagura just on that right alone.
20. kagura -- do i feel justified putting her this far down on the list? i dunno. her relationship with kyo isn’t my favorite (i just find it obnoxious) but i think she’s pretty funny and cute otherwise..... thing is kyo takes up like 95% of her story so there isn’t much otherwise 2 speak of. really wish her relationship with rin could have been explored more tbh i think that could have had potential. honestly my feelings about her change with the phases of the moon so while i don’t care much about her right now two weeks from now i’ll probably feel more inclined to bump her up to the momiji-rin range. which i feel like says enough about her character for me lmfao.
21. kisa -- she’s alright? i think she’s cute but she doesn’t really do much for me after her intro chapters (which. i only like so much bc they’re a big part of yuki’s narrative tbh). yeah. honestly not much to say about her :(
22. ritsu -- sighs.... man...... ritsu could have just been so much more but canon doesn’t give us much and i really don’t think about them otherwise. like truly they just completely disappear for the whole meat of the story LMAO...... what the fuck.....
23. nao -- he’s not so far down at the bottom because i hate him, he only has this placement because you could literally take him out of the story and i wouldn’t fucking notice lmao. i never think about him and i don’t rlly want to. next.
24. kureno -- uuuugh uuuughhhhhhh. the wasted potential of this fucking guy. would it have been so hard to drop the creepy romance plotline and just put more effort into his story regarding his place in the family....... his symbolism...... fuck even just giving him a personality. ugh. honestly i think we could have benefitted from a pov chapter from him to get a better sense of all of this instead of just extrapolating but. alas. looking at him gives me the residual taste of cardboard and regret. i had actually originally placed him above both nao and ritsu because at least he gives me something to think about, but it didn’t feel right. i actively dislike seeing this dude because i just know that his storyline is fucked from start to finish -- not in a narrative way like akito or rin, but in a way that just gives me the impression that his character was never 100% there. all this drama over a man who only wears button-ups and khakis. despicable.
25. katsuya -- yeah i know boring typical answer and surprise to no one but there is just nothing redeemable about this dude to me. i won’t lie, i think i would consider his character differently if the narrative had any intention whatsoever to condemn him, but obviously that doesn’t happen so here we are. anyways tohru baby you were right to dislike him just like...... lean a little more into it yknow........ yeah. i considered maybe not putting him on here because of my general attitude about the furuba parents but the fact that the story tries to paint him in a positive light just makes kyoko’s backstory borderline unbearable to read. bad.
#'i won't do all of them' lists 25 fucking characters. actually why are there so many gd characters in this story.#yes i know technically a few of these i don't really have opinions on but i needed to complete the zodiac & stuco lists 😔✌#fruits basket#fruits basket spoilers#answered#Anonymous
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Safe Harbor (3/?)
A/N: Thor really has no chill, guys. Sorry Not sorry.
You weave through traffic on your motorcycle fearlessly headed towards your parent’s brownstone. You’d call it home but it wasn’t. Not really. It was a mausoleum for living creatures. A place where your parents hid from the modern world in a bubble filled with things and customs they understood.
They hadn’t left it but for brief trips to the Country since long before you were born. Possibly since after they arrived there after the Civil War shortly before Warren’s birth. You’d been born and raised in that house but it wasn’t home. Your boat was home.
You let yourself in, ignoring the staleness of the air. The smell of dust and rust and wood varnish. You nod to Warren who’s sitting at a pianoforte playing for your mother and head upstairs. Father has your “Allowance” in his study and Mother does not like her concerts to be disturbed. You’re already (not regrettably) late and Father will have been vaguely concerned. He’s not really been concerned about anyone in decades, his mind is too full of the past to worry about the present or the future.
You knock on the door quietly and are rewarded with a rough “Enter.” So you do. Your tread soft on the old wood, “Papa,” you say softly, “How are you? Did you get my letters?” He looks up half in dreams, “Yes, yes, Very good daughter. I did get them. Though I don’t understand how you’re going to find a mate to protect you in the middle of the ocean.” You smile a little. You’d had this talk many times, “Papa, I don’t need a mate to protect me. It’s a new time. I can go anywhere I want. I could be a doctor now. Or a soldier. Or even a politician.” Your father shakes his head and hands you an envelope with a little extra money in it. You don’t need it, really. But it’s nice to have something for a rainy day. “My darling girl, it may be a new time but some things don’t change. You have teeth and claws. You are a wolf, fierce and cunning. But everything about you invites challenge. Stupid men, mortal or otherwise will want to possess you. And what will become of you when you’re tired of fighting them? What will become of you when you cannot fight them?” You bend down to kiss his cheek. You know that you still smell like Thor. The scent of pine and Ozone clings to you after your night together, reminding you that he’s going to call. But your father doesn’t comment. There is nothing for him to say. You’ve already lost his attention as he drifts in his mind. Back to his boyhood. Back to the court of Isabella and Ferdinand. Back when he was once considered for Cathrine of Aragon.
Warren is finishing his concert as you go back downstairs. Mother is clapping and Warren is bowing. You wait patiently at the door as Mother fusses over your brother. Warren is her firstborn. Her favorite. You idly wonder if Mother knows that Warren is gay as she pesters him to find a mate and get a wife because at 200 years old she wants to be a grandma already. You cough quietly and your mother turns, “Oh, Y/N, you’re finally here I didn’t notice,” she said, taking in your appearance. True born female werewolves are plump as a rule. It makes it so they can endure the amount of energy it takes to hold off the change at the full moon until the birth of the child. Mother is not true born and it was only sheer dumb luck that you managed to be born at all. Neither is Warren. Mother was changed after Warren’s birth and Warren was changed at 22 in 1890. Your mother’s eye zeroes in on the mark Thor had left on your neck that’s fading to a lighter, duskier purple. She takes in your size, mentally deciding that you’d gained weight (you hadn’t. You never do. Your weight is the exact same it had been when you stopped aging at 16). She tuts and pats the seat next to her reluctantly, “You could be so pretty, Y/N. Why don’t you at least try and lose weight?” You sigh, “Because Mama, I live to serve as your biggest disappointment in life. It’s my only real talent.”
Warren turns a snort into a cough masterfully and hands you a cup of tea, “Well, Mama,” he said, “I’m glad she’s plump or I might have to spend all my time fending off her suitors with a stick and then I wouldn’t be able to play you concerts every morning.” You catch Warren’s eye and he winks. It’s a redirection. She’s now so busy gushing about Warren’s playing she’s half-forgotten you were even there. He keeps her off your back until Mother decides it is time to change from her Morning clothes into her Afternoon clothes, bemoaning that all the people she could possibly want to go visiting are dead. In her own day, mother was a debutante, beautiful and sparkling as she whirled around a dancefloor on the arm of her escort. She was everything a woman was supposed to be then and she hated that you weren’t. She hated that you passionately rejected doing needlepoint and that the only instrument you played was the guitar. She hated that you didn’t speak French and only spoke “unfashionable” languages (not that she knew which ones you actually could speak). Warren walks you to the door and hugs you, kissing your head, “So, little sister,” he says grinning, “When do I get to meet your new toy?” You shrug, “I dunno how long I’ll be in town. We only met last night and I’m not sure he’ll want to make our arrangement long term.” Warren pulls your shirt collar away from your neck and inspects the bite, “One night and he already found your spot,” he whistles softly, “You little tart. What would mother say?”
“I dunno, let's go ask her while I ask her if she’s been introduced to the Vampire boy you keep over in the Village,” you shoot back with a cheeky smile. You would never do that. Warren and Roderick were a cute couple. They worked. And Roderick made Warren happy. That was all you really cared about. Warren Shushes you and playfully pinches your cheek, “You’re just trying to take my spot as the favorite,” he scolds. You shake your head, “I could never do that, Warren. You understand either of them better than I ever could.” He kisses your forehead, “Give it a few centuries, pet. You’ve not even lived through one lifetime yet. Someday you’ll be old and doddering on your ship and your kids will have to hear you nattering on about the good old days as if they really were that good.”
He shoves you gently out the door and shuts it behind you as Mother calls out from the top of the stairs that she believes it is time for lunch. He can handle mother but today, she’s in a mood and she’s looking for a fight. He’d prefer not to have to listen to her snipe at you all afternoon and watch you have to play the dutiful daughter.
Out on the Street, he watches for a moment as you answer your phone, smiling. The words are garbled between Mother’s tone-deaf singing, the door, and the street noise, but the tone is clear. Your new boy called you and he would very much like to see you this evening.
...”I was thinking we could have dinner,” Thor says, smiling as he listens to you shout at some kids who are edging too close to your motorcycle. “Is that so?” you say teasing. “Well, what if I had a better idea?” Thor loves the teasing tone in your voice. It makes him think of the kiss he gave you before he left you.
“And what would that be, my lady?” he says seriously. “What if you meet me at a Diner not too far from the Dock. They serve breakfast all day. We’ll eat and then I’ll take you out sailing,” you say. You’d love to get him out on the open water where he wouldn’t have to be so shy of his body. If you went out far enough there could even be a romantic dinner in it. And a nice slow fuck under the stars. You hadn’t been romanced in a while and Thor, with his shy smile and soft eyes was the perfect candidate for the job. If last night was any indication, it had been a while for him too. Thor smiles, “Shall I pack an overnight bag?” he asks. You grin, “I would,” you say, “Meet in 30 minutes?” Thor makes a sound of agreement and you hang up, putting your phone in your pocket and starting your bike.
“Honestly, Warren,” your mother says as you rev the engine and shoot down the street, “What sort of man is very going to want her?” Warren heaves a sigh, “I’m sure I don’t know,” he says for her benefit. It broke his heart. From across the street, mother could see the dirt under your fingernails but she couldn’t see your smile. That wasn’t the smile you gave a fling. That was the smile you gave a lover you didn’t know you were in love with yet. He’d never seen it on your face before but he hoped this man, whoever he was, took care of your heart as well as he took care of your desires.
When you arrive back at the dock, you change clothes. A bikini top and a pair of cut offs. Short cutoffs. The kind that were barely decent to go to the bodega for alcohol and fixings for a nice dinner. Over that, you throw a huge t shirt that covers all the skin that needs to be covered and text thor to just dress for the beach. When he arrives as you’re pulling the shirt over your head, he stops and admires the bikini top and shorts. He loves your softness and he loves that you’re comfortable with it. He feels uncomfortable in his clothing and he hates the way his belly pokes out. Until you wrap your arms around him and kiss him. It’s only been a few hours but it feels longer. Thor’s hands find your ass and hips, kneading them softly as he presses into your hungry kiss, “Hello,” he says, a little breathless when you pull away. “Hey,” you say smiling, “hungry?” He nods, “I still haven’t eaten anything.” You frown, “Why?” He blushes, “I was too busy wondering if it was too soon to call you.” You laugh and pat his belly affectionately, “Well, then let's feed you, hm? Sailing is hungry work.”
He nods and follows you down the dock to the diner. It’s open 24 hours a day and serves breakfast all 24 hours. You eat and talk, he tells you about the Avengers. About the Guardians of the Galaxy. You mostly talk about your brother. About your business. Talking about your parents just makes you sad. Thor doesn’t miss that. That you gently deflect questions about your parents but he doesn’t press. He’s too happy to be eating breakfast with you. Holding your hand and being “that couple,” even if it is noon and even if your smiles aren’t sleepy. You pay for the meal over his protests and simply tell him he can make it up to you by not tapping out early this time. You laugh and he chuckles, stopping on the street to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, carrying you giggling and protesting all the way back to your boat.
You start the engine and navigate the boat out of the harbor and into deeper water, out towards the open sea. Once you’re out there, you cut the engine and unfurl the sails. and strip off your t-shirt. There are some people out. Yachts and such but as you go, things thin out. Thor watches appreciatively. He would happily lay you down on a towel and part your thighs right there. The haze of heat and alcohol. The smell of coconut sun tan oil. Your laugh. The sound of the water. It feels like a dream and he doesn’t want to wake up. You coax him into taking his shirt off mostly by distracting him with kisses and easing his shirt up and off as you lavish attention on his belly and chest. Your ardor makes him forget to be embarrassed. Like the night before, you make him feel attractive. You pet and caress until he’s delirious with want. But you won’t let him touch you, dancing out of his reach. He drinks and watches you dance to the radio. You roll your hips and your breasts jiggle invitingly. He hardly knows what music is playing and he doesn’t care.
When the sun starts to set and the air gets cool, you disappear below decks for a little while, cooking he guesses by the smells. Nice smells. Meat and maybe pasta. The meat doesn’t surprise him. Werewolves he’d know before had eaten a lot of it. Mostly raw, though he would be surprised if you would eat it that way in front of anyone. It was a different time now and the couple he had met since his return to Midgard had been cautious not to eat raw meat in front of non-wolves.
You carry plates and two wine glasses up the steps, “Thor can you get the wine open?” you ask, setting the table. Thor nods and opens the bottle, bringing it to you and pouring glasses. “It looks lovely,” he says, kissing you. He pulls out your chair and helps you get settled at the table before taking his own seat. Dinner is quiet. Your skin is warm from the sun and in the evening light, you look content. Tipsy and flushed. Like you’ve had a nice day. Thor watches you as he eats, enjoying the meal after a day in the sun and salt air. His loins ache and he wants to take you below decks, back to your narrow but serviceable bed.
But when he realizes you have other plans, as you pull him to a pallet on the deck, he doesn’t mind. Hands roam and sighs quickly turn to moans and growls as he touches you all the ways he craved touching you. It’s mindless animal fucking. Sweat and salt air coat your skin as he drives you to bliss again and again. The stars are the only witness to the passion on the deck. Your growls and cries lost to the sound of the sea. The only break in the tranquility. At one point you go below decks but that doesn’t cool the fire. Thor fucks like a man possessed, determined for his stamina to outlast you this time. He needs to be inside you. He needs to feel what he feels when he’s in the dark with you.
Alive. Exhilarated. Sexy. You feed each other chocolate covered strawberries as you straddle his lap below decks. You’re both hungry but neither one of you is ready to stop. So he’s hard inside you as you feed him and he feeds you, both of you wine drunk and giggling. Neither of you has a care in the world. All there is is this. And the need to go “just once more, please?” When neither of you can be distracted by treats anymore, you do go again. You ride him and he bites your neck leaving you streaming his name. And when he brings you down gently, he tastes of chocolate and strawberries when he kisses you. Things gentle after that. He slows down, more intent on appreciating your body the way you had done his. He loves curves. He’s always adored curves on a woman. Softness he could lose himself in for hours as he admired the way the flesh felt under his hands and the way passion made your skin heat under his touch. You were perfection. All the things he adored. Humor and warmth. Beauty. Grace. A healthy appetite for pleasures that matched his own.
Shy women were fine. Thin women were fine. All women really were beautiful and wonderful in their own way. But you? You were what he loved best. In the dark when he could finally feel that you were boneless with exhaustion and truly could not go again, he pulled you close, cuddling you tenderly. He loved this. He’d missed this. Mindless animal sex was awesome. But this was intimacy. Aching to be with someone when they were right there in your arms asleep. Fighting sleep because you just need to be looking at them. He knows his brain is flooded with bonding chemicals but gods, he thinks. He really doesn’t want the night to end.
After you rest for an hour or so, you pull on some clothes and navigate them back to the dock. You’re covered in bites and so is he. You both ache, but neither one of you wants to be apart, still high on each other, “Breakfast?” you ask. Thor laughs and holds out a hand after he pulls on his shirt, “I’d be delighted.”
In the diner, holding your hands and playing with your fingers, he gives you a shy smile. He doesn’t want to think about you leaving. “Y/N,” he says blushing a little bit, “I think we need to talk.” You sip your coffee and smile wryly, “Is this where you tell me you have a wife?” Thor choked, “No, god no. I... I just. I think I love you,” he blurts out.
His face heats and you smile, kissing his hand, “You just now figured that out?” you tease. “It’s been two days Thor. Gosh.” He relaxes and laughs, “I just... I wanted you to know.” You smile, “I love you, too Handsome.”
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Blend in, chapter four
Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon. Sex without consent is bad. 'Nuff said. This is fiction, not sex-ed
Warnings: graphic language and male on male content
Chapter four
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Wednesday, 12.52 P.M.
Yamato studied the green, non-smelling goo on the plate.
Was that food?
How could that possibly be food? It looked… very uneatable.
"So what's your definition of the perfect goal, smart-ass?" An annoyed brunet snapped at their redheaded friend over the table. His voice was just one out of over a hundred voices that were filling the dining-hall, giving Yamato a headache.
"Give me a break, I just said maybe you should quit bragging for one second and shut up! I'm trying to have a nice, quiet meal here." Came the reply from a very tired Sora.
"Then you shouldn't have said it could have been better! It was perfect! Matt wasn't it perfect?"
Yamato looked up, a confused look on his face. He hadn't been paying attention. Why? Because they were talking about football.
"Wasn't what perfect?" He asked slowly, trying to make the wheels in his head spin just a little bit faster.
"My goal!" Taichi exclaimed, throwing his arms out.
"Oh. Uh…" Yamato shot Sora a help-me glance and fumbled with his fork, not meeting Taichi's gaze. He didn't like this situation. Not only because he had missed the game his friend had been talking about ever since their first lesson, but also because right now those eyes were burning themselves into him, as if they could look straight through him. He hated it.
"What would he know about football?" Sora muttered, munching on an apple she had chosen over the green uneatable goo.
"More than you, obviously" Taichi spat, looking back at Yamato again, continuing the process of burning a hole through the blonde's skin. "Well?"
Yamato shrugged helplessly. "It was great, what can I say?"
"So it couldn't have been better?" Taichi prompted, leaning forward slightly. At the very last second, Yamato noticed Sora's stare, sending very strong signals over the table.
Don't agree.
He shook his head, gaining his sense. Like he was gonna be the one to give Taichi an even bigger ego than he already had...!
"You can always get better, y'know. Life would be too boring otherwise."
Sora smiled proudly at him and Taichi's hopeful expression fell. He leaned back again, crossing his arms over his chest. "You guys suck."
Yamato rolled his eyes, extremely grateful that Taichi's painful staring was over. Now all that was left was a sulky glare and a very familiar pout.
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Yamato's pov
This sucks. This really, really sucks!
I'm not only talking about this never-ending class, but also this useless, pathetic debate that's going on in my mind. It's between my hopeful (and slightly pitiful) self and my huge, domineering negative self. Actually, I think my negative self just scared away my hopeful self and now he/she/it is ruling my mind, making me more and more depressed.
I'm doomed.
You might wonder what the hell my problem is. Well... I don't know! I'm all torn and confused and so goddamned frustrated. I thought everything would work out from here and just roll on, but… it doesn't feel like it used to. Everything's weird.
If I ever had a chance go back to normal, this negative spirit really fucked that up. That's right; I've reached the bottom. Now I'm just depressed. No one to save me either. No use, won't work. Life sucks. What the fuck is he looking at?
"Yamato, will you please answer the question?" My teacher pleaded, for what seemed to be the tenth time.
Oh.
I shifted in my seat, somewhat ashamed of the glare I had just sent him. The guy is only doing his job, after all.
"Um… I… what was the question?"
My teacher sighs. They always tend to do that around me… "Forget it. Koushiro, will you help Yamato out?"
The smart-ass looks up and opens his big mouth to come with a too-smart-to-follow answer that'll make the teacher proud. And slightly confused...
"Well, it's probably that Yamato's a disgusting fag and that all he wants to do is fuck his best friend Yagami Taichi after school instead of learning good, healthy things from our teachers. Actually, rather than listening in class he's daydreaming of blowing his friend sitting in front of him. That little slut just can't get enough of Yagami's cock, can he? The rumors are true. Matt is gay."
The teacher nods his head, satisfied with Koushiro's answer. Then he turns to look at me. "Did you understand that, Yamato?"
He frowns a little, giving me an odd look that's making several other students turn in their chairs.
"Yamato?"
Now the whole fucking class is staring at me.
"Yamato, is there something wrong?"
I stare at him, eyes wide. Koushiro didn't say all that… it's ridiculous. Right? Why am I being so paranoid? Maybe it's just my imagination. Yeah. My head is screwing with me.
"Yamato…? Are you all right?"
Why are they staring at me?
"No."
Was that my voice? Seeing how everyone's turning their heads right now I guess not. Everyone's looking at Tai. I must be looking at him too, because now his gaze is glued to mine. "He's not. I think he should go home."
"He does look a little dizzy…" Someone says.
Everyone's nodding in agreement.
What are they talking about? I'm not dizzy! Whoa… someone's grabbing my arm. I think that's my arm… okay, maybe I am dizzy. Is that the door?
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Years or a second later -have no clue-, I wake up, my head feeling like one big, heavy rock. It's warm in here, makes me feel dozy. I know this smell. I know this bed. That's my bed. It's my room. I'm at home.
I open my eyes, immediately spotting my ceiling. Did I just have a dream? A super-weird dream where Koushiro said I'm cock-sucking fag in front of the whole class? Must've. It was just a dream… Or more like a nightmare. Much worse than I ever would've imagined… Couldn't have been real. Koushiro would never even talk like that. And he wouldn't have… nah. It was just a stupid dream. You can't control dreams. Must've been… What's Tai doing here?
"Hey." He's smiling softly at me.
Wait… forget I ever said the word 'softly' 'cause that makes me sound like a chick. He's sitting on a chair. My chair, to be more specific. He's resting his arms on his knees and is leaning forward, studying me carefully. This is the first time of this week he's looked at me for so long. And only me, not distracted by anything else around him. Actually, this week he's been very… normal. He hasn't cracked stupid jokes (other than the old ones he always do); he hasn't teased me, or flirted with me –only been the same old buddy, hardly looking my way at all. Mainly talking to Sora. No messing with me or getting on my nerves. Just normal.
What the hell?
Why's he like that? Okay yeah I told him to, but him actually doing what I say is just creepy. I mean it actually sunk in. He got it. What the fuck is wrong with him!
"Matt?"
"Mm?" I look at his eyes again, shifting my gaze from the spot where it had been glued to as I'd been thinking. This new view surprises me. And come to think of it, actually impresses me. As he looks right there, he should look always. Like all those times when he whines over how all the girls worship me (his opinion, not mine) and don't even notice him. They should take a look at him right now, right there –sitting in my chair. He's got sunlight over his skin from outside, making it look like velvet, and his hair in that special way that even makes me forgive its ridiculously big volume, and his eyes are sparkling in gold and brown… For a while it's like I'm looking at a photo. He's not moving, remaining his expression that just makes him look… wow. It's like someone just brought out the very best of him, I've never seen him looking better than that.
"Why are you smiling?"
"I'm smiling?"
Now he's grinning right back. "Yup. What, do I have something in my face?"
"No, I was just thinking a little. You know… about how many girls that would've fallen in love with you if they'd seen you right now." I say, half smiling.
Though Tai might give impression of being confident, he's not that sure of himself when it comes to this. He always sulks and goes on about how my 'pretty' looks always works. And every time I feel the guilt to tell him that he looks just fine (after telling him to shut up and that I'm not pretty; I just happen to be hot). But I don't 'cause I'm a guy. And I don't talk like that. I don't give complements. But this right here, wasn't a compliment –it was a fact. And I'm glad I finally got the chance to say something like that, just as a statement, not a stupid made-up compliment.
I wait for a reaction, expecting a sheepish grin, a blush or some stuttered reply. But do you know what he does? He frowns! He almost looks insulted. He shakes is head in that you're unbelievable sort of way, narrowing his eyes a little.
"Maybe I don't want girls, Matt. Ever thought of that?"
Eh?
I must've given him a very clueless look, 'cause he rolls his eyes and stands up. I look up at him, totally confused. What the hell did I do? I didn't fucking say he was ugly and he'd be alone forever!
I even meant what I said! And I practically said he was beautiful!
I stare after him as he walks out of my room, blinking like a dog that's just been flicked on its nose. I thought he was gonna be flattered, and maybe squeeze the shit out of me and get all affectionate and bug me until I got pissed and punched him and we'd start fighting and then shrug it off and then… well, you get the point. Dammit, I called him beautiful! This is if you read between the lines, but anyone would've got that.
It's hard for a guy to be this blunt! Don't I deserve to be bugged? I mean, why couldn't he have just… lit up like he always does when he's happy and smile wide and throw himself at me and hug me and talk in a squeaky voice and not let me go even if I tried to get him off me. And then continuing being all cuddly, act stupid and spend the rest of the day trying to make me embarrassed and uncomfortable by being more physical than necessary.
…Not that I care though.
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Sora's pov
You guys wanna hear something really stupid? Yesterday Tai was so obsessed with his freakin' goal that he kept on nagging about it until I finally said sommin' like 'it could've been better'. He immediately got pissed, and then at lunch he asked for Matt's opinion. At first that stupid blond just said that it was great because he hadn't even been there at the game. But then he also said it could've been better. So Tai gets real pissy and starts pouting and acts really stupid at art class and yells at the teacher for telling him not to draw so bad (okay so she didn't actually say that but I know that's what she meant), screaming things like 'I don't fucking care if I screw that picture up, this is useless! I don't wanna be some kind of weird-ass artist anyway so screw this shit!' And then when he's sent to the principal's office he mutters something stupid like 'Sora said my goal could've been better'...
He's an idiot. But hey, what else is new?
I've noticed this space between them, by the way. Yes, I'm talking about the main characters of the "OMG I made out with my best friend in the boys' bathroom" drama that took place last week. I'm not talking about that annoying I'm not fucking talking to you, you asshole space though; this is a new kind. It's quite similar to the kind of space they had before the "OMG, I made out with my best friend in the boys' bathroom", because back then they were…
…quite normal.
And them being normal right now is just too freaking awkward for words! Tai's just acting, I'm sure of it. He seems to have stepped back a little… not that Matt is all pissed or anything, but it's like they've made a deal or something. Think I missed a few things when they were having that detention. Although it doesn't really count as detention 'cause they escaped like right away, and went home (and then got a new one the day after). They always do that. So pointless…
But what I'm trying to say here is that it seems to bother Matt a little. Of course it could be just be the fact that he's used to Tai being weird and annoying and clingy and stupid, but maybe… maybe he's actually missing it? Now that Tai doesn't do all that he's realized that deep down it's just what he needs. And I'm not just talking about Tai's general stupidity, but also all the affection. The teasing, flirting, what ever you wanna call it. I think Matt wants that.
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Taichi's pov
Went out running this morning. Alone. That sucks…
But I don't think Matt will ever up for it again. At least not with me…
In case you sick freaks out there managed to way misunderstand all that, then let me tell you that I'm talking about running! Not the other thing. Heh, I don't think he'll want that either, but whatever. I'm leaving him alone now, anyway, since he's taking all this so serious. I mean, I know he's a serious person (compared to me who isn't?) but he knows I'm just messing and I know that he knows and I also know that he has no idea that about eight percent of it is actually serious. It's not like I'm completely acting when I keep teasing. It's not just because it's fun. Well, wait… it is because it's fun but it's not only fun because he gets mad, but because it's… it's way of… um… I don't really know how to explain it.
But I've stopped that. For now. Dunno for how long it'll be necessary, but right now it is. To be honest I was sorta dense with the whole gay-thing and just made fun of him… um… but come on! It was fun!
But okay, so I didn't really get that it actually bothered him a lot. Like hurt even, not just pissed him off. I feel kinda bad about it now, although you've gotta admit that this dude is way too serious for his own good! If it had been me, then I'd play along. Or just ignore it if I got tired of it. I wouldn't have taken it personally.
Listen to me; I'm fucking defending myself here. And Matt's not even here to hear it. But like I said, I feel a bit guilty so it's like I have to defend myself. But I shouldn't. We're fine now. Though it's a little weird since I have to keep this distance and all. And I don't mean not talking to him, but I have to start being a 'normal buddy'. Everyone knows what I'm talking about here, right? Well okay, 'normal buddy' as in a guy who hangs out with you, chats and stuff BUT doesn't cling, pounce, pat, flirt, tease or just mainly finds ways to touch you.
My only excuse for usually doing all that is that I'm a very… ahem, open person and I sometimes get a little weird or affectionate or pushy. I mean, as you all know by now I have reflexes. And I do say or do things before I think. Sometimes I don't even think at all and don't even get what I did wrong when they're yelling at me…
Ya'll know that line where you're just supposed to stop and not cross? Yeah, I don't know where the hell that line is, so when I've (obviously) crossed it, I don't even realize it until I'm getting punched or yelled at or just stared down… (you know people who just stare at you strangely when you've done something wrong? They're scary…)
I'm called a lot of things thanks to the way I act. But honestly, I don't know how to behave! I mean I have my moments when I accidentally do things the right way and people find me very polite or charming or whatever, but I can't control it. Although I learn after a while what a certain person can stand and not stand. And when it comes to my closest friends I can behave myself, if it's really serious. Just like I backed off when Matt had that outbreak. And just like I'm going to give him his space until he feels comfortable enough to have me around again…
Or!
I'll act even more normal –almost avoid him- until he gets that he secretly wants it! I have no doubt that he can live with it; we're best friends. If he couldn't stand me, he'd leave. The weirdness is a big part of my personality and if you've got a problem with that then you've got a problem with me. I know he's gonna break any moment and want me back. And maybe not only because it's who I am and he's okay with it, but also because he likes it. Of course he's in denial right now, but there is a possibility that he likes that closeness and affection. And once he experiences not having it, he'll realize that he enjoyed it and he'll want it back.
I know Matt feels left out now that I'm keeping that space between us, he's been very distant… depressed even. And in this one class he acted really weird so I took him home. Man, I had almost forgotten that day… that was when he stared at me for so long and smiled and then said…
That ass.
Everything was okay until he said that about girls falling in love with me. I know he was referring to all those times I've complained over his popularity. Now that I think about it, I am kinda glad he said that though because all those times he never tried to comfort me or say that I looked good. That almost made me feel like he thought I was ugly or sommin'. Sorta made me insecure about myself. Everyone needs to hear that you're good enough sometimes, not totally useless. I mean I always went on about how the girls like him because he's downright Greek fucking God and he always said something like 'No they don't. Quit whining already!'
Heh. But that day I could tell he was impressed. It felt…
...good?
…wonderful?
Hardly use those words, but I guess wonderful suits. Come to think of it, he shouldn't even have said anything, that look said it all. But that was my fault 'cause I asked what he was looking at. So he had to explain. I shouldn't have asked that. Some things do not need to be put into words. Words just destroy everything… whoa, I'm getting poetic...
Okay Tai, back to earth.
Plan, remember the plan. Stick to the plan and he'll come crawling back. There's no way in hell he won't come back. I mean it's pure logic! He told me to back off, I back off; he misses me and wants me back. Simple as that. Right? Well I think it makes sense...
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Yamato's pov
Why does it have to be so damn hard to be Tai's friend?
I don't know what to do. Since that day I said that shit about him looking good, he's been even more… unreachable. I mean it's like he's right there, but there's this thick wall between us. Every time we speak at all I'm so filled with angst because I know I've lost him. Maybe not completely, but he's drifting and I can't seem to stop it. I don't like the way he's so normal. Everything he does is so innocent and appropriate and common. It's like I don't know him anymore. He's missing everything that makes him… Tai. And now I don't even have the guts to try talk to him. It can't be like this, it just can't. I want us to be friends. I want him back. Him, not this stupid 'normal' dude he's suddenly become. I gotta… I… shit, I don't know what I should do.
I want it to change but I can't talk to him anymore. Not for real. Now there's only small talk between us and I hate it! It's been too long now. I've suffered for four days, it's like I'm practically alone. He's not even my friend anymore. We just… hang out, for some reason. And he often dumps me to hang out with Sora.
Being three really sucks.
What if he's angry? What if he got mad when I told him to back off? That would really suck because then I would have to apologize… I hate apologizing… and I hate all this fucking drama!
Didn't know it would get this complicated… I'm not really improving anything since I'm analyzing everything, probably making it more than it is. But things aren't the way it used to be, and Tai has changed. Maybe it's not the end of the world but I still want it to change. To go back like it used to be.
Or something like that…
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Friday 6.10 PM
"Hey Matt" Taichi greeted his friend briefly as he opened his locker, three lockers away from Yamato's.
Said boy shot him a glance and mumbled a reply, gaze returning to his own business when brown eyes met his for a split second. Last period had just ended and students were hurrying out of classrooms to go home and not returning until Monday.
"Hey guys!" Sora said, grinning uncontrollably. After 80 minutes of English she couldn't be happier to finally have some time off. The weekend had once again arrived, not a moment too soon.
"Hi Sora"
She looked at them both, standing at their lockers, hardly noticing each other. On a normal Friday Taichi would be jumping around, stressing Yamato who would turn his whole locker upside down to find books he needed to bring home over the weekend. On Fridays they were both in a good mood (if you don't count Yamato's stressed self that only got worse when Taichi nagged and rushed him to get going). They always chatted about stuff they'd planned to do during the weekend, games that would come up, what they'd do the next weekend and so on.
Now the silence was ridiculous.
"So what are you guys doing this weekend?" she said, unlocking her locker and tipping books and papers into it. Those who claim that every single girl is orderly are WRONG.
Taichi shrugged casually, slamming the locker shut before everything fell out. "Dunno. Nothing planned."
"Huh. What 'bout you Matt?"
"Uh… I…"
Sora shot him a glance, raising an eyebrow. Yamato sure seemed tense… All she'd asked was what he'd do during the weekend, nothing to freak out over… Right before she was about to change the subject, Yamato managed to choke out "I was just about to ask if you'd like to hang out this weekend?"
Sora's amused gaze flicked over to the brunet, who looked up and met Yamato's eyes. She couldn't help but smile as they both stared at each other for a moment; it looked just like Yamato had asked him out.
"Yeah sure." Taichi replied suddenly, smiling smoothly at him before looking at Sora –spotting her quirked lips.
"What ya grinning at?"
The girl just shook her head, unable to stop smiling. Before Taichi could ask anything else, a bright voice was heard from behind her, making her turn around.
"You coming or what?"
The honey-eyed girl noticed the two boys and waved cheerfully at them "Hey Matt, hey Tai!"
"Hey Mimi" both guys greeted in union. Mimi grabbed Sora's hand and started dragging her away, shooting them a quick glance. "Sorry for stealing your friend but we've got a movie to catch!"
Sora shrugged helplessly at them and waved goodbye.
Yamato shook his head as he closed his locker. "Can't be easy to be friends with her."
"Nope." Taichi said, also shaking his head. "But Sora seems to handle it pretty well. It's almost like you and me"
Yamato grinned, he'd never thought of that before. "Yeah you're right. Well it's obvious that Sora and I are very tolerant people."
"Hey! Mean." Taichi stated, shooting him a mock glare.
Yamato just laughed, happy to finally break the ice between them. At least a little. Figuring he had nothing to lose, he said, "So you wanna do something tonight, or…?"
"Sure. Ain't got anything to do anyway."
They exited the school and started to head home. "You know…" Yamato began, once he decided no one would be able to hear, "I'm sorry for that outbreak, I mean if it offended you or anything…"
There was a moment of silence as they continued walking, both studying the asphalt.
"You mean the… when we'd escaped detention?"
"Yea." The blond mumbled, not taking his eyes off the ground.
"Oh."
Yamato glanced at his friend. "That's it? 'Oh'?"
Taichi shrugged. "Well I mean it didn't exactly offend me, but you know… it kinda sucks."
"I didn't mean to push you away or anything… I just wanted you to stop insulting me…" Yamato said, staring to feel the need to defend himself.
"Yeah I know. But I don't really know how I'm supposed to act right now, y'know?"
The blond was quiet for a while. What he would say right now would affect a lot of things and he wasn't even sure of what he wanted, much less of how he was supposed to put it.
"You don't have to act any different, just… show some respect."
"I already am!" Taichi exclaimed, looking at him.
"Yeah, well… you don't have to avoid me. Or act any different."
"But I didn't know how I was supposed to act in the first place!" The brunet protested, throwing his arms out.
"Well now I'm telling you. You don't have to change. Just continue being stupid and weird and all that stuff."
Taichi smiled suddenly. "K."
Yamato risked him a glance. He returned Taichi's smile, feeling a lot better. After a while of eye contact, he noticed Taichi's expression changing. His lips formed into a pout and his eyes became big and watery.
"You're my best friend…"
Yamato rolled his eyes. "Oh geez…"
"In the whole world…"
"Don't start, Tai!"
Tai threw himself at him, nearly making the other teen lose balance. "I looooove you!" he squeaked, giving his friend a big sloppy kiss on the cheek.
"Ew don't fucking kiss me you retard!" Yamato protested, pushing him away. He wiped his cheek with a disgusted look on his face, blushing. Taichi just grinned at him. Yamato rolled his eyes.
"Good to have you back" he said, smiling dryly. Taichi responded with a dazzling smile of his own.
Then he tilted his head to the side and threw his arms out.
"Uh-uh" Yamato shook his head. "You've already hugged me once"
"I didn't hug you, I attacked you," the brown-eyed boy argued, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug that made Yamato wish they weren't outside were anyone could see them.
"Will you let me go already!"
"Nope."
Yamato managed to free himself from Taichi's grip and made a big distance between them just in case.
"You're so gay" he muttered, starting to walk again. Taichi just shrugged.
"How can I not be when I've got such a hot best friend?"
"SHUT UP!" the blond exploded, as expected. "What the hell happened to showing respect?"
"Whoa, take it easy!" Taichi said, laughing nervously. "I just complemented you, you can't exactly blame me for complementing people." He added, a slight hint in his voice.
"Well you sure got pissed when I complemented you" Yamato shot back, bringing that up without thinking.
Taichi didn't answer.
They silently walked home, reaching Yamato's place after about ten minutes.
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"Hungry?"Yamato asked as he headed for the kitchen.
Without waiting for a response, he started searching for food. Like Taichi wouldn't be hungry…
"Yup" the brunet replied from the hall, closing the door behind him. He entered the kitchen, helping himself as he started digging through the fridge.
-'-
Taichi sat silently at the kitchen table and watched his friend making him sandwiches (he always managed to talk him into doing that, since he claimed that he himself was unable to do anything in the kitchen besides eating). He made a few comments about Yamato's apron –which was not being used at current moment- and Yamato told him to shut up a few times.
Just a normal Friday night.
They ended up watching some weird romance slash comedy on TV in lack of better things to do. It was around midnight; both boys were bored to death but didn't feel like going to bed yet. Friday nights weren't supposed to be spent in bed sleeping; you're supposed to do something! Why? Because you can. And if that means (as in this case) that you're stuck watching some useless, crappy movie, then so be it.
Taichi was entertaining himself by pointing out all the clichés, commenting one of the main character's bad haircut every now and then, constantly telling his friend what (according to his theories) would happen next, and so on. The blond was putting all his strength into keeping himself from punching his face in.
"…and now they'll both lean in to kiss each other, but will be interrupted by something and another drama will start, taking their minds off one and other until the movie ends, where they'll go back to that freakin' kiss and THEN there might be another interruption because this is comedy and that is just hilarious."
"Will you shut up!" Yamato yelled at him for the fifth time this evening. He glared at his best friend who glared right back.
"You'd rather watch this crap in complete silence so that you can really concentrate on following this unique story?"
"You'd rather have duct tape over your big mouth or me kicking your ass?"
"Second choice please, 'cause you can't do that anyway." Taichi replied, grinning wickedly.
A loud gasp was heard from his left.
"You're right." Yamato's blue eyes widened in shock of this new realization. "I'm so pathetic! I wish I had big muscles like you, Tai" he continued, shaking his head and sighing.
"OMG, that's SO funny!" Taichi exclaimed and went back to watching the movie as if nothing had bothered him in the first place. Yamato smirked at his friend's skillful imitation of anyone from Mean Girls, and looked back at the TV screen. After a few seconds he remembered that it sucked and glanced at his friend. He still hadn't commented anything yet. His mind drifting and eyes still locked on his best friend's profile, he barely reacted when the brunet slowly turning his head to look at him.
"You're staring." He stated, gazing at the blond who blinked in confusion.
"Hu-oh-sorry." Yamato mumbled, shaking his head. "But the movie sucks." He added as an excuse, shrugging.
Taichi's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You think? Of course it sucks! I mean…" he looked back at the screen, pointing at it accusingly. "…it's ridiculous! It's not even a real story, it's just a fast-written, slap-dashed story line that's supposed to be funny and it's all just about them getting together! So fucking predictable and boring-"
That last word made its way out just before he was cut off.
It was a small motion. It had nothing to do with anything -that was the reason why it was surprising. It was slow enough for Yamato not to head-butt him, and fast enough for Taichi not to move.
Taichi's head tilted back against the backrest of the Ishida's green couch, due to the pressure from Yamato's lips.
The blue-eyed teen's thoughts were pushed away for the moment and all that was in function was touch, taste, smell, and hearing. There was no good explanation for his actions; the boy was simply kissing his best friend. His brain was locked and there was nothing in his way to stop him from deepening the kiss, from lingering his arms around the brunet's head and from exploring Taichi's mouth in every way he wished.
As if the strong attracting force had just been turned off Yamato pulled back, disconnecting their lips in the effort. He felt slightly numb and light-headed, his gaze swaying around the room as if he were drunk.
"Okay so now it's alright to attack people? Or did that only apply me?"
Yamato's gaze landed on the teen beside him and he looked at him dizzily.
Said teen was smiling from amusement. "Care to tell me why, dear friend?"
Yamato blinked slowly, shaking his head. "I…"
"You know, if you're gonna blame that on reflexes you can just forget it, man" Taichi added, grinning. "You could've at least got yourself drunk so that you'd have some excuse."
It finally sunk in and Yamato stared at him. Then he looked away. Taichi smirked at his realization, watching him curiously.
Yamato stood up suddenly.
"I'll go make some more popcorn…" he mumbled, and turned around to go hide in the kitchen. Taichi rolled his eyes and grabbed his wrist.
"Matt" He said in a gentle voice, pulling him down.
"What?" The blond said as he lost balance and fell back into the couch. Taichi let go of his wrist and turned towards him, winning eye contact. He reached his hand out, unable to stop himself from brushing blond strands away from Yamato's face. Yamato just looked at him, waiting for his friend to tell him what he had wanted to say. As he didn't wince, the brunet just continued stroking his hair, caressing his cheek with his thumb sensually. Yamato started blushing, realizing what he was doing. He started to pull back, but Taichi's hand placed itself behind his neck and pulled him into a kiss.
Yamato pushed him away. "What the fuck are you doing?" he choked out, staring at him in disbelief.
"Kissing you." Taichi answered, grinning.
"Why?" the blond demanded, not liking the way his friend made it sound so innocent.
"'Cause it's nice" the brunet replied, chuckling.
"Wh-?" Yamato was cut off as Taichi kissed him again. This time he put both of his arms around his neck, refusing to let him go. After a while Yamato found himself kissing back, letting himself melt into the kiss and his brain once again get locked. Somewhere in the kiss their tongues met and Yamato finally lost himself in Taichi's arms, his scent, warmth and touch.
Hysterical voices were heard from the TV, where chaos had taken over in the movie. Neither boy cared. Taichi's fingers were running through Yamato's hair as he kissed him deeply. Yamato's arms made their way around his friend's waist and Taichi pushed him down on the couch. He somehow ended up lying on top of him with Yamato's legs on each side. He intensified the kiss and rolled his hips over the boy underneath. Yamato moaned and pulled away from his lips, turning his head to the side. Taichi took advantage of this and started kissing his neck, nuzzling his face into the smooth skin.
"Get off me!" Yamato pushed him off the couch and the brunet landed on the floor with a thump.
"Damn Matt, don't be so violent!"
He sat up and gave him a questioning glare. "What the fuck, dude?"
"I was just about to ask you the same thing." Yamato bit back, sitting up in the couch.
Taichi gave up, not in mood for fighting. "Look… I'm sorry, okay? I lost it." He sat down beside him.
Yamato just stared down at the carpet. "But you know…" Taichi continued, moving a little closer. "…it seemed like you enjoyed it." His hand placed itself on Yamato's thigh and the blond glanced at it.
"If you liked it, then… nothing matters." Taichi leaned over, breathing along his friend's neck, sending shivers up his spine. "I liked it too..." he whispered, his hand carefully moving along his thigh on its way in to his crotch. Yamato held his breath. He could feel his other teen's lips gracing his cheekbone. "Just don't… think" the brunet breathed out, almost as a moan. Yamato shut his eyes as Taichi's hand cupped him, just about to squeeze and arouse.
"No!"
Taichi's hand was pulled back quickly, and he moved away. Yamato stared at him as if he had just tried to choke him. "I said I didn't want to! Get the fuck away from me!"
"Matt…"
"Stop!"
Taichi glared at him. "Will you calm down? I'm not attacking you, stop making it sound like that!"
"Y-you can't just come on to me like that, and…"
"Matt, relax."
Yamato finally met his friend's gaze and found himself glued to it, unable to look away.
"There's no one here to judge you, Matt. No one needs to know"
The blond teen looked at him. He knew there was no way in hell he was ever gonna give in to that. He wasn't some kind of gullible dumb-ass who could be talked into anything. He was rather the opposite. Taichi had no chance, he could just forget it.
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The following day...
"What the fuck was I thinking!? I'm such an idiot! I'm such a fucking idiot! Why? WHY! Sora, what am I gonna do? I'm so fucked up! I'm such an idiot!"
The redheaded girl watched her normally calm friend almost ripping his hair off his head, kicking various things around the room and crouch down on the floor, curling up to a ball. He wasn't crying, though she could see that he was in some kind of pain or misery. He was angry, though he didn't seem to have the strength to break or hit anything like he usually did when he was pissed.
She knew he was upset and confused. Of course it's hard to deal with stuff you really don't want to deal with. Stuff you just want to lock in and never let out again. Stuff you want to deny and forget.
She bit her lip, trying to decide whether she should comfort him or not. Many times that had only led to Yamato having a fit, and made things worse. But right now it seemed like he could actually use it. Sora made her way over to the pained boy, sitting down beside him carefully. To her surprise, he rolled over to his back and stretched out on the floor, glaring up at the ceiling. He placed his hands behind his neck and sighed deeply, looking very calm all of a sudden.
"I always think before I do shit. Always. I'm not stupid, like him." he said softly.
"I know" Sora mumbled, not even realizing she was insulting Taichi.
"Why did I do it, Sora?"
"Because you're a guy? Guys always think with their-"
"Yeah, I know. I'm very aware of your fucking opinions."
"Sorry" she muttered, remembering that she was supposed to comfort him. "Don't beat yourself up about it, Matt. So you made a mistake, big deal. Shit like that happens all the time."
"I know. But it wouldn't be so bad if it was a girl!"
Sora was quiet for a while, hesitating. "Matt, do you have anything against homosexuals?"
He stared at her. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean!"
"Well it does seem like you think being gay is the end of the world." She pointed out, tilting her head.
Yamato pulled himself up to a sitting position, not meeting her eyes. "I don't have anything against gay people, I just… don't want to be gay myself!"
"What makes you think you're gay?"
Yamato gave her a well-duh -look and rolled his eyes. Sora shrugged. "Well yeah, so you slept with Tai, but that doesn't mean anything! Doesn't mean you wanted to. Or liked it." She glanced at him and he looked away, blushing.
"Did you?"
"No!"
She sighed, shaking her head. –Denial.
"Okay, Matt. But let's just forget all these homophobic and 'I don't wanna be gay' –thoughts, and pretend that nothing's wrong with what you did, which it is also my opinion… do you regret it?"
"Yes." he said without a blink.
"Hey, think before you answer! Remember; no judging, no gay-bashing, no damn paranoia, just… listen to what your heart is saying, despite how incredibly cheesy that sounded."
The blond teen sighed and rubbed his eyes. He stared at the floor, blinking hard. "You and your stupid questions…" he muttered after thinking for a long time.
"Well, okay –let me put it this way… was it awful? Disgusting? Wrong? Weird? Scary?"
Yamato looked up. "Why the hell would it be scary?"
Sora shrugged. "I dunno, I was just trying to come up with some adjectives…"
"Oh. Well…No. It wasn't any of that." He hid his face in his hands. "That's what's awful! I enjoyed it! That's what's disgusting!"
The girl shook her head, sighing. She smiled softly at her friend, even though he couldn't see her.
"I don't think so. And you shouldn't beat yourself up about it. Just don't think about it for now, okay? Just let what happens happen. Stop analyzing."
"Fine."
"Good."
He lied down on the floor again. "You should go now. I need to sleep," he muttered, rolling to his side and turning his back against her.
Despite his rude way of asking her to leave, she stood up and nodded in agreement. "You're right. I won't bother you. But Matt…"
"What"
"Just try to remember that it's not a crime, just…"
He waved that comment off lazily. Sora sighed in defeat. "Okay. But just don't worry about this too much. Don't get caught up on it."
"Bye Sora."
"Fine" she muttered, pouting a little over the fact that the boy didn't want to listen to her preach. Not her fault that she was so smart and had many opinions.
"You're still here."
Right. She was supposed to be leaving, not standing here and pout.
"Sora!"
"Alright, I'm going!"
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Yamato's pov
Okay, so… I'm trying to overcome the freak-out part, and just move on with the getting-over-this part.
But it's not exactly easy to separate them. I mean, let's just for example start with how to move on. To move on I have to continue being Taichi's friend. Because I'm pretty sure that avoiding Taichi wouldn't be moving on. And by being Taichi's friend I have stop fucking calling him Taichi all the time –his name is Tai, dammit! Gah.
Okay, moving on. Other thing that I'll have to do to be his friend is to face him. Sadly. And talk to him. And hang out with him. Now, while thinking these thoughts I'm automatically going back to the freaking-out part, thinking I can't face him! I can't talk to him! What'll I say? 'Hey Tai, great fuck this weekend but let's just forget it ever happened and stay friends, k?' And while I'm at it, I start thinking about how Tai will act around me. If he's gonna act the way he does around the girls he –claims- has got his way with then I'm doomed! So yeah, still on the freaking-out part…
Maybe I should just stop thinking about it altogether. Yeah. That sounds good. I'll do that…
Okay, it's not working! I'm too sensitive and paranoid to stay relaxed! I can't cool down; it's impossible! I know it's not a crime to have a one-night stand. That's what he was. Just happen to know him too. Shit! What about him, though? What'll he think? Will he get hurt? Is he gonna get all bitter and treat me like some kind of ex? It was nothing! His fault anyway…
This isn't going anywhere. It's useless. I should sleep.
Why can't I sleep? Why! I'm great at sleeping! Analyzing isn't helping anyway, so why can't I stop?
RIING
What the hell was that?
RING
Oh, the phone…
I reach out and grab the phone, even though I really don't want to speak to anyone. What if it's Tai… Shit. Maybe I should hang up…
"Yes?" If it's him then I'll hang up.
"You're not sleeping."
Who's this? What kind of person would call someone just to say 'you're not sleeping'? Oh, Sora…
"You woke me up."
"Liar."
I grit my teeth. "Fine. What do you want?"
"You need to talk to me."
I ache an eyebrow. "I do?"
"Mhm"
I sigh, leaning back against my pillow again. "About what?"
"Well, let's see… there's always yours and Tai's intimate moment last night."
I frown. "You said I shouldn't think about that, and now you're fucking calling me up and reminding me of it!"
"I could tell you were beating yourself up about it, instead of sleeping like you said you would"
"So now you're a psychic too?"
"No. You're just very predictable."
"Am not."
"Are too. Like this with Tai; I knew you'd freak out, even though deep down you know that's what you wanted."
I resist the urge to argue, and take a deep breath. "Could be. But, it's not. Just because you're running around trying to be a matchmaker doesn't mean I'm…"
"Gay?"
"Into Tai…" I say, not thinking. Of course I'm not gay either, but I was going to say into Tai and then…
Silence.
"Aha."
"I'm not."
"You're not what?"
"Gay."
"Why did you sleep with Tai?"
I sigh. That's what I've been trying to figure out myself, why would I be able to tell her?
"He… I don't know."
"Were you drunk?"
"You know I wasn't."
"Did he force you into it?"
"No." I say, like she's retarded.
"Then why? Did he seduce you?"
Why am I having this conversation with her? This is none of her business! She's not my consular.
"I'm just trying to help you Matt."
She can read minds. Seriously. She just read my mind! It's scary…
"Yes, course he seduced me. It wasn't like he just said 'hey Matt? Wanna fuck?'"
"So he seduced you and you fell for it?"
I grit my teeth. Damn her.
"Yes."
"Because…?"
"Because I… ugh. He worked me up and I wasn't thinking!" I add quickly, not liking the sound of me being worked up by him. Why would I be? I'm not gay, so why did I get worked up? I'm not into him so why did I do it?
"So he made you…"
"Shut up!"
"Just like he did in the boys' room. Right? He worked you up there too. I don't know about you Matt, but I'm starting to see a very clear connection here."
Now she's mocking me. I hate her.
"I hate you."
Sora chuckles, and I hate her even more. "I think you need to talk to him."
"I think you need to get off my back!"
"Oh sure, blame the messenger!" Sora bites back, loosing her patience.
"Soon you're gonna realize I was right, and you were just in denial!"
"Why don't you get a life and stop bothering me!" I yell into the phone.
She's quiet for a moment. I know she's pissed, but I don't give a fuck. She can't just tell me what to feel and what I need to do to be happy! She doesn't know!
"That's real smart, Matt. Well, you're on your own. Good luck with that."
Click.
Girls…! They're so weird. They always have to be right and get their opinions heard! And everyone has to listen and nod in total agreement! Fucking control-freaks… probably the reason why I…
…prefer them over guys. Right. Guys aren't… at all like girls. They…
Okay, all girls aren't like Sora. There's plenty of girls that aren't control-freaks… that I could consider… being with?
I put phone away and roll over to my stomach. Stare into the wall.
"I'm not into Tai."
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Taichi's pov
I feel like I just had my cake and ate it too!
I can't believe he actually gave into me! I mean… he's like… way out of my league, frankly. According to some. According to me. He's…
Damn.
Well, whatever –I had him! You heard me; I had sex with Yamato Ishida!
Well, I sort of knew there was something there after us making out, but I never thought he'd sleep with me. Never.
Before you get all worried let me tell you that yes, I am aware of that he's probably freaking out right now. And regretting this. At least thinking he is. Deep down though, I don't think he does. I'm prepared to wait. And –if necessary- prepared to convince him. He might need a kick to get real for once and stop denying. I'm prepared to kick.
I just realized I'm sounding very stupid right now. Oh well, I'm just happy. Wish I could brag about it a little, but I won't. No one can know. If I tell anyone I'd fuck up my only chance to get this guy. If nobody knew, and if the rumor would just die down this could actually be something!
We could be friends at school and more at home. No one would know. It could work! Well okay, maybe I shouldn't get too hopeful… better to just see what comes, not expecting anything. Although I do hope I'll get some. Just one more time… Last night was just too goddamn good to be just a onetime-experience.
Too bad he's not easy. Although maybe that's why he's so desirable…
Did I just use the word 'desirable'? Man. Well, I don't know how to describe him! I mean, there's always beautiful and delicate and gorgeous and HOT… haha, he'd so kick my ass if he'd ever hear me say that! I honestly don't know what he'd do if I'd call him cute. Not that I would, though. Yeah maybe out of spite, but not for real. That's like… calling the pope queer. Whoa, where did that come from?
I mean it's like he's so much more than those words –they're too pitiful to describe him. But he's still pretty average, and that's what's so perfect about him, although he's not perfect, 'cause that's a bad thing, I mean he's got his flaws, and that's what I like too, because that makes him…
What the hell does that make him? What am I even talking about?
RING
…was that the phone? I look at the phone just as it rings again. I bounce off the bed and throw myself at it.
"You've reached the Yagami's residence, this is Yagami Taichi speaking -I hope you're honored- now what may I do you for?"
That's reflexes. Swear to God.
I wait for the reply with a grin on my face. The reactions are always the best part. No answer. But I'm pretty used to that, it is a lot of words to take in. Though it usually doesn't take this long…
"Hi. Um, it's Matt."
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well? what'cha think?
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imperfections (44/?)
read it on ao3!
spoiler alert: xander is bi. but we all knew that already
Xander honestly wasn’t sure how to feel about the whole Angel thing. It had been easy, earlier on, when it had just been all jealousy and anger and too much time spent thinking about the guy’s impressive physique. But the very real consequences of Angelus, and the visible effect Angel’s return had had on both Willow and Ms. Calendar, left him with the sense that this was something he was angry about for all the wrong reasons. “Why do you think he showed up?” he asked.
“I don’t care,” said Willow matter-of-factly, who was pouring milk into a mug. “He hurt Ms. Calendar. He doesn’t get to show up without calling ahead until she says she’s okay with that.”
“Seconded,” said Faith grimly. She pulled out a chair, sitting down at the kitchen table. Xander followed suit. “Last time I saw Jen like that was at Homecoming, and—” She stopped, a strange expression on her face. “So that’s why they were being all hush-hush the next day,” she said thoughtfully, and turned her attention to Willow. “Marshmallows in mine, all right?”
Willow was gripping the counter so hard that her knuckles had gone white. She didn’t answer.
“Will?” said Xander quietly.
“He hurt Ms. Calendar,” said Willow, “and he’s acting like an apology is going to fix that. Nothing’s going to fix her fingers or her neck or any of that stuff he did to her. She had nightmares, I know she did, ‘cause one night last summer I stayed over and I heard, I heard this scream, and then she came out and made me tea like nothing was wrong but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking and I hate him, Xander, I hate hating him because it wasn’t his fault but I hate him and I don’t want to—”
Xander wasn’t really sure when Ms. Calendar had shown up in the room. All he knew was that one moment Willow was shouting and the next Willow was sobbing into Ms. Calendar’s shoulder, holding tightly to her like a small child. “Oh, god, Willow,” Ms. Calendar was whispering. She was crying too. “Willow, I’m so sorry.”
Giles stepped into the kitchen, too. This was new. Usually when loud, emotional stuff was going down, Giles made some kind of excuse and ran for the hills. But Giles drew up a chair next to Xander and Faith, cast a slightly nervous glance over at Willow and Ms. Calendar, and said awkwardly, “Um. Are you—that is—do you two need anything?”
Faith blinked. “Uh, I’m good,” she said. “Guess I missed out on a boatload of trauma, huh?”
“To say the least,” said Giles. “Xander?”
“What?” Xander was taken aback. Giles hadn’t been paying him all that much attention up until recently, and the sudden shift was still pretty hard to get used to. “Uh, actually—yeah,” he said, surprising both of them. “Yeah, I kinda—want—to talk to someone, right now.”
He was sort of expecting Giles to turn him down. Then Giles said, “All right,” and stood up. “Faith, if you’ll excuse us—”
“Go right the fuck ahead,” said Faith, looking a little overwhelmed. “Honestly, it’s kinda nice to not be the cause of the crying for once. Or, y’know, the one crying.” She pulled herself up, crossed the kitchen, awkwardly patted Willow’s head (Willow giggled wetly), and headed in the direction of her room.
“Willow,” said Jenny, once she was done crying. They were sitting at the table, the kitchen lights dimmed. It reminded her in a sweetly painful way of the summer after Angelus, and their long talks at her kitchen table. “I had no idea I put you through all that.”
“Stop doing that,” said Willow fiercely. “This one’s not on you. You always act like these things are on you, Ms. Calendar, and they’re not.”
“I’m the adult,” said Jenny matter-of-factly. “And anyway, this conversation isn’t about me. Do you really hate Angel?”
“I hate his face,” said Willow helplessly. “I looked at him and I thought that’s the guy who broke Ms. Calendar’s fingers and made her cry. That’s the guy who made Giles leave.”
“Okay, whoa, slow down there,” Jenny interjected, unnerved. “You think Angelus was the reason Rupert left?”
“You guys were happy,” said Willow, sniffling. “And then he tortured you, and after that Giles left—”
“You more than anyone should know it was more complicated than that,” said Jenny simply.
Willow hesitated. Then she nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “I know that. Logically, I do. But part of me still feels like it’s easier to blame him than—”
“Than Giles,” said Jenny, smiling wryly. “Or me.”
“It wasn’t your fault—”
“Do you know why I always tell you,” said Jenny, reaching across the table to take Willow’s hand, “that communication is an important part of a healthy relationship?”
Willow shook her head.
“It’s because that was a lesson I had to learn three times before it stuck,” said Jenny. “Over and over again, I didn’t share things with Rupert that I should have, and he didn’t share stuff with me, and it all ended up culminating in a messy summer-long breakup that drove him out of Sunnydale in a misguided attempt to protect me.” She squeezed Willow’s hand. “It feels a lot nicer to blame Angelus, I know,” she said. “I fell into that trap a lot myself last summer, thinking if he hadn’t done this to me—” She stopped. “But the point is that Giles and I were a mess,” she said, “and with or without Angelus, we still would have been a mess.”
“He still hurt you,” said Willow, sniffling. “He still hurt Buffy.”
Jenny let out a tired breath. “Yeah,” she said. “That one I can’t explain away. But I don’t want you hating him because he hurt me, Willow. I—” She stopped, stunned by her own realization. “I forgave him a long time ago,” she finished.
“I don’t know if I’m good at forgiving,” said Willow quietly. “All I saw when I looked at him was the guy who let a world of hurt happen to people I love.”
“He didn’t let—he wasn’t there,” said Jenny firmly. “Okay? Be mad at me, if you wanna be mad at somebody, but don’t take it out on Angel. Even if you’re justified in being angry—” She smiled a little sadly. “That kind of vengeance always takes a toll on you,” she said. “You don’t have to forgive him. Just don’t hurt yourself being mad at him.”
Willow considered this. Then she said, “Okay. For you,” and scooted her chair over, resting her head on Jenny’s shoulder.
“So,” said Giles, tilting his head up and looking at the sky. “What do you want to talk about?”
Xander let out a shaky breath, not entirely able to look over at Giles. “I don’t know,” he said. “It’s just—Faith’s pretty cool, and it’s kind of amazing to stay with you guys, but adding Angel back into the mix feels like everything’s gonna fall apart all over again. Every time that guy shows up, something goes wrong.”
“I can’t say I disagree,” said Giles, looking at Xander with a quiet, affectionate expression. Giles very rarely gave him that look, and Xander kind of felt like he hadn’t earned it. Slamming Angel didn’t seem like the right way to gain points with Giles. “Xander, it really isn’t about Buffy for you anymore, is it?”
Xander blinked, honestly surprised. “What?”
“Well,” said Giles, “it was always rather clear to me that you resented Angel at least in part because—”
“Because he was hot,” said Xander a little too loudly, then felt a terrified blush rise in his cheeks. “And. Uh. Because of Buffy. Obviously.”
Giles blinked. Slowly, he said, “Not just because Angel was dating Buffy?”
Xander looked hesitantly up at Giles. There was something strange in Giles’s eyes, a kind of recognition, and it made Xander brave enough to say quietly, “It was because Angel was dating Buffy. But it was also because Buffy was dating Angel.”
Giles inclined his head very slightly, then gently bumped Xander’s shoulder. “Well,” he said. “I must say I never imagined that this would be what we two had in common, but it’s…not at all an intolerable thing to share.”
“Huh?” said Xander stupidly.
Giles was blushing, too, now. “I, um,” he said, and directed his gaze to his feet, uncertain in a way that he hadn’t been since before he started dating Ms. Calendar. “Well. Unless I misinterpreted?”
“One of us should just come right out and say it, right?” Xander asked reluctantly.
“You were the one who brought it up,” said Giles immediately.
“Hey, no fair—” Off Giles’s look, Xander exhaled. “Okay,” he said. “Yeah. Uh, I like guys. Like, really like guys. But I also really like girls, so—I mean, there isn’t really a category for that, right?”
“Good lord, the school systems really are failing America’s youth,” said Giles. “Not that England was much better in my day. Much worse, as it happened.” He grinned a bit, looking proudly up at Xander. “Though it means the world to me that you trust me enough to share this with me. You’re a braver man than I, Xander.”
It suddenly clicked. “Hold on,” said Xander, disbelieving. “But you’re dating Ms. Calendar!”
“Yes, I am, and I love her very much,” Giles agreed. “That doesn’t at all invalidate the attraction I might feel towards other men.”
“So what, this is just the way all guys feel and we don’t talk about it?” Xander finally managed.
Giles snorted. “Decidedly not,” he said. “Being bisexual is much like being gay. Not all men are gay, and not all men are bisexual.”
The word rang a bell with Xander. He first felt the warm sensation of being recognized, and then the usual half-exasperated sensation of being very stupid. “Oh,” he said. “Huh.” Then, “But you’re bisexual. And you’re, like—I mean, you’re normal about it.”
“I fight demons for a living, I train a preternaturally strong teenager, and my girlfriend was once tortured by a master vampire,” said Giles, mouth twitching. “Normal is quite overrated, Xander. Kindly never believe you are anything less than extraordinary.”
“Seriously?” said Jenny disbelievingly, looking at Rupert to see if he was joking. “You and Xander bonded?”
“A bit unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome,” said Rupert, who looked very quietly happy. “We, um, have a bit more in common than I anticipated.”
“Oh?”
Rupert hesitated. “He’ll tell you when he’s ready, I think,” he said finally.
Jenny tugged off her sweater, tossing it unceremoniously onto a chair. Off Rupert’s look, she rolled her eyes, picking it up and pointedly folding it before properly putting it away. “Willow’s staying with us for the night,” she said. “She says her parents won’t notice, and after the kind of night we’ve had, I think it might be good for her to be with people she cares about.” She winced a little. “Not that she doesn’t care about her parents, just—”
“Just that she needs people who do notice her absence,” Rupert finished, smiling slightly as he buttoned his pajama top. “I understand, Jenny, don’t worry.” He hesitated. “How are you doing?”
“Kind of okay, surprisingly enough,” said Jenny wryly, slipping a nightshirt over her head. She hesitated, then added uncertainly, “Enough so that I think we should try and talk to Angel.”
Rupert’s smile slipped. “I’m sorry?”
“It’s not doing the kids any good to watch me worry about him,” said Jenny, becoming more decisive as she continued, “and—and it’s putting them in a position where they feel like they have to protect me. And it’s sweet of them, but it isn’t healthy, so I think you and I need to be adults and find out what Angel wants. We can turn him away, just—we need to find out what he wants.”
Rupert’s easy happiness was all but gone. “Jenny, I very much dislike this idea,” he said quietly. “The last time you and I were alone with Angelus—” He swallowed, hard. “I am sure that you would be able to handle a meeting,” he said. “I am not quite as sure about my own ability to be—civil—with that monster.”
The dangerous anger lurking underneath Rupert’s careful words was unlike anything Jenny had ever heard from him before. The closest he’d come to that level of controlled fury was with Ethan, and Eyghon, and that she had understood, but this— “He’s not Angelus,” Jenny reminded him.
“I cannot forgive him for what he did to you,” said Rupert, and his voice was shaking with fury. “It was hard enough not to rip his throat out, talking to him this evening. He had the audacity to ask me for help, Jenny, and I told him no, and—and I am able to control myself when it is between him and myself, but I don’t ever want him anywhere near you again.”
“That’s not your choice to make,” said Jenny, disbelieving. “And where is all this coming from? You’ve been all about giving me space—”
“It was easier when your meeting him was clearly not on the table,” said Rupert stiffly. The anger, Jenny realized, wasn’t directed at her, but at Angel, and at himself.“And—damn it, Jenny, I know it isn’t my choice to make, I just—you have to know, before you make any decisions, you must know that I don’t think I will be able to control myself around him, seeing him so much as look at you with guilt in his eyes. He seems to think his repentance means something to me, to us, and it means absolutely fucking nothing, Jenny, not after what he did to you in front of me—”
“Rupert,” said Jenny, horrified. He’d been so calm, these last few months, so accommodating and gentle. She’d had no idea he was hurting this much.
In two strides, Rupert was kissing her. Passionately, and hard enough to bruise. His hands on her waist, he lifted her effortlessly up onto the dresser, placing her down so that her face was level with his. He kissed her, and kissed her, and kissed her, and then he pulled back, breathing hard. “Seeing him,” he said. “You have no idea what it awoke in me.”
“Hey,” whispered Jenny, cupping his face in her hands. “Hey. It’s okay.”
“You are a kind and forgiving soul,” said Rupert, looking at her with haunted eyes. “I cannot give Angel the same mercy you give him, Jenny, and I feel as though I have failed you.”
Jenny shook her head. “You haven’t,” she said. “You’re telling me your limits and we’re just gonna have to work around them. I’m not the only one Angelus tortured.”
“You’re the only one he hurt—”
“Rupert,” said Jenny, and placed her hand on his heart. He stilled. “I can talk big talk all I want, but if I had seen him torture you—” The thought made her stomach twist into knots. “I would have killed him myself,” she said finally, and knew it was true.
“That doesn’t make my reaction just,” said Rupert quietly. “I know it isn’t Angel who deserves my wrath.”
“I don’t know if there’s an easy fix for that one,” said Jenny with a tired smile. “But what I do know is I’m tired, and I think you are too, and as much as I’d love you to fuck me into next Tuesday—”
“Jenny, really, there are three children in the house—”
“—this seems like something we both need to sleep on,” Jenny finished. “Okay?”
Rupert gave her a wobbly smile, resting his forehead against hers. “You ground me, my love,” he said. “I’m ever grateful.”
Jenny woke up before sunrise the next morning. She pulled herself out of bed, kissed Rupert’s temple, scribbled a quick note to leave on the dresser, threw on a t-shirt and jeans, and left the house, trying not to think too hard about what she was about to do. She’d had a thousand and one nightmares about this exact chain of events, but if Angel needed their help, there had to be someone besides Buffy who’d be willing and able to give it. It wouldn’t be the children, and it clearly wasn’t Rupert—so. It fell to her. And she could be brave for them.
“Okay,” she said, and started the car, heading towards Buffy’s house. Buffy would know where Angel was, and then… Jenny would talk to him, for what felt like the first time.
#fic#the braveryverse#imperfections#we now enter the more recently written part of the fic!!#this was such a fun chapter to write....it gave me so many Ideas
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I walked up the concrete stairs--two steps!--and then I was out of breath. Anyone would be out of breath if they were carrying as many books as I was. I couldn’t help it though; I was studying to pass the IQ test! Those who did not pass were never chosen. I was going to be chosen though--they laugh at me now but they won’t be when I’m the Dragon Master!!!!!!!
Today’s field of study was flight. I had to make sure I could answer every riddle the Dragon King would ask me about flight. Chihuahuas are good dogs even if they are hideous. Their light weight made them perfect for long-distance flying companions, but it was a little known fact that dragons preferred them. Preferred them to eat, that is!!! In truth, cats made much better companions; they never fall off.
“Meow! Ready for the test yet?” my feline companion Griswald asked--she talks.
“Yes Crookshanks,” I called her affectionately, even though she hated the Harry Potter series.
“Ay! Me name’s GRISWALD ye twat!” she yowled.
I set my books down on the table and held my hands out for cuddles. Griswald side-eyed me, but quickly gave in. Not even a grumpy cat could resist cuddles. She purred in delight as I scratched the backs of her ears. Lava is a great way to wipe shit off yer ass. That’s how dragons do it anyways, with their fireproof scales. I aspire to that level of hardass. And if I was--when I was--chosen to be the Dragon Master, I finally will reach that aspiration.
WWWWEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! It was the alarm to take the IQ test!!! It sure woke everyone up 100%. I quickly scampered out of the library, ditching my books. Griswald grabbed onto my clothes tightly and held on as we sprinted to the exam building. It was in the center of town, just past the fruit venders… and I stopped because I smelled some delicious apple pie.
“Don’t get distracted!” Griswald yowled in my ear, digging her claws into my shoulder just a pinch.
“OW! Jeez, okay.”
The building was the ugliest in town. It was tall and grey and had just one window all the way up on the fourth floor. That was how flying dragons got in and out. Everyone else had to enter through the big white front door, and answer a riddle before the guard would let them in. To dragons, riddles were just like memes. Dragons loved memes; in fact, they created a guild called The Meme Loving Fucks. Most of the riddles at the door were just memes these days. I approached the front door and knocked three times--as was customary-- and the guard opened a little peephole.
“Here come dat boi,” a tiny green dragon gurgled through an alligator-like mouth.
“Oh shit…” I whispered.
“WHADDUP!!!” screeched Griswald, winking at me.
The dragon was most impressed, thinking we had planned that out beforehand. I, however, was still very confused--why did Griswald shout “whaddup” into me ear????? I didn’t dare ask though, and instead slipped past the chortling swamp dragon.
“So, you dare enter my building and place of knowledge, eh? To take the IQ test, I presume??” said the swamp dragon.
“Yes,” I said to the guard, “which way should I go?”
“The opposite of Left Shark,” the dragon guard said.
“Ah, I see,” I said, though I did not, in fact, see. I was blind. The lights inside were so bright, I could only make out the corners of the rooms.
“Uhhh… go that way,” Griswald whispered, pointing to the right.
“Face God and walk backwards into hell!” the guard said in traditional parting. I bowed, kissing my kneecaps in the traditional way, and gallivanted off into the distance.
“Just follow the memes,” Griswald advised as the lights dimmed to visible luminance.
The hallway was one long mural painted with a large green ogre, and on the floor the word cofveve was inscribed golden cursive letters. We got to the other end, and the hall forked off into five different directions.
“Which way should we go first?” I asked Griswald.
“YOU MEAN YOU DON’T RECOGNIZE WHICH HALLWAY HAS A MEME?” she screamed into my ear.
“Uh….” I stammered, not knowing a thing.
“Obviously, we go right, towards The Colors of the Sky mural on the wall,” she grumbled. I looked towards the rightmost tunnel, which had Do You Love The Colors of The Sky? written above the entrance. The walk was long, but beautiful, and I felt like I was flying through the changing sky. Soon, it got dark in the tunnel, and I wanted to lay down and sleep under the beautiful stars.
Grisland gently kneaded her paws in me to keep me awake. The kneading was soothing and made me want to sleep even more; I laid down gently on the floor and promptly began to snore.
Griswald used a very powerful spell to wake me up, screaming, “WAKE ME UP INSIDE!” to jar me from my slumber.
“SANTIAGO” I shouted upon waking, as was customary.
“What good manners,” Griswald praised me. She licked my hair into my face so I was more emo than before.
Finally, the hallway was colored dawn, and I felt more awake and refreshed than ever. The hallway opened into a big, huge circle with a ladder going up and a trap door in the middle of the room. Unfortunately, the trap door was covered in some very alluring Comic Sans. It didn’t matter what was written in the most holy of fonts; I was compelled to enter.
The door fell out under my feet and Griswald screamed in utter bliss as we plummeted down into the darkness. Once again, I felt the supreme desire to sleep, but I stayed awake because I didn’t want to hear any more of Griswork’s “singing.” The dark hole slowly began to take on the shape and color of a distantly familiar meme. Suddenly, I was sitting on a cloud, coming up over the horizon. Griswald’s fur bristled up so much she looked like a Tribble.
“Ba?! Ha ba ba?!! Ha bagada!!” a dog barked from a red airplane.
“I hate this meme,” Grisland yowled quietly. I, however, loved it.
“Ba! Ba! Ba!” the dog and I barked in total harmony. We began to sing and it resonated against the viscous cloud I perched upon, vibrating ever-so-slightly until it faded along with the other dog. At first, it looked like the void we were falling through was turning black again. But instead, flowers appeared in the distance and the air grew more and more liquid until I was sure we were underwater.
“GET BACK TO WORK ME BOYYYYYYYYYYOOOOO!!!!” a voice yelled louder than sound itself.
“Which meme is this?” I asked the cat.
“This meme represents the overlord bourgeois demanding endless work from the lowly proletariat,” she answered solemnly. I watched as the yellow square shaped “boyo” excitedly scampered into a kitchen area.
“I love you Krabby Patty,” he whispered to some juicy meat pressed between swollen buns. The Krabby Patty grew to the size of a small luxury vehicle and embraced the boyo.
“We should go,” Griswald said, tears in her voice. “Us mortals were not meant to see such beauty.” I agreed, but I was no longer in control of where we would go; a force I could not understand would take us to and fro.
Suddenly, an ax came through the flowery wall! An evil cackle was heard and I looked around and we were in a forest! I could no longer find that horrible ax anywhere around me. I looked down at my leg, feeling something odd, and saw that it was oozing blood!
“SHIA SURPRISE!” Griswald warned me, looking behind me in horror. I wrestled the burly man for the ax in his hand, and then I discovered myself decapitating my would-be assassin.
With a thud, we hit the bottom of the long void we’d been falling through, music playing in the distance as the dead body slowly faded.
Mmm whatcha sayyy, the music somberly screeched. I felt tears fill my eyes. I was ready for the next test.
“ARE YOU READY FOR A ROUND OF GUESS-THE-NEXT-LYRICS?????” boomed a very, VERY large dragon who descended upon us.
“HELL YEAH!” I shouted in equal glee.
“Then prepare your mortal heart for the biggest musical sounds in history…”
I stilled my beating heart and prepared myself for what came next.
The dragon opened its mouth and bellowed, “I AM GAY, GAY, GAY!” and then looked at me for the next lyrics.
I closed my eyes and felt time slow before me as I belted the next lyrics: “I LIKE LONG BIG COCKS, I AM SUPER SUPER GAY, I LIKE LONG BIG COCKS!!!!”
The dragon, with tears of lava pouring from their eyes, nodded in passionate agreement and said, “Let’s try a more aged song.”
I smiled, ready to accept my next challenge.
In a screechy voice, the dragon sang, “We’re no strangers to looooooooove…”
I instantly knew what I had to do next; I had to sing. “You know the rules! And so Do I!!”
The rest of the lyrics played over some loud speakers and confetti began to fly. It was the Dragon Conglomerate Anthem; every citizen knew it by heart. It played now on every speaker in the world to announce that I had passed the IQ test.
“Congration, you done it,” the dragon cried, handing me a diploma. It was, of course, written in Comic Sans. Its soft pink paper absorbed my tears and the glitter delicately coated every layer of my body. The anthem faded into a smooth Vaporwave version of the song--the Victory Version of the Dragon Conglomerate Anthem. Dragons everywhere came out of the shadows and began to dance and pulse to the pounding rhythm. My skin began to turn to scales as I joined dragonkind. The transformation was almost complete; I just had one more thing to do before I gained my wings.
“Go,” the dragon said, “and seek the Bone Hurting Juice potion to gain your wings.”
I didn’t want to; I was afraid; I was petrified.
“What if I give you a better meme?” I offered them.
“Then you would be a wingless dragon, for I cannot grant you the wings you must have.”
I understood. I evaporated into the black abyss in search of my potion. The first place I thought to search was Candy Mountain.
“You’ve got to come to Candy Mountain with us, Chaaaaarlieee,” a pretty pink unicorn sighed.
“Dear god, keep an eye on your kidney,” Griswaln warned. I took an eyeball out of my head, placing the spare on my kidney; if any of those fuckers tried to steal my kidney, I would be the first to know about it.
The pretty licorice letters began to sing and dance for me.
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Chewing gum (Park Jimin X reader)
Warning: cursing, sexual themes, smut I guess, raunchy language, mentions of alcohol, slight mention of drugs but not really, fluffy fluff
Summary: y/n has enough piled on her plate being a full time college student and began a virgin is added to the list. In seek to ridden her purity she attempts to find the right guy. Little does she know that the right guy is more interested in something else rather than her purity.
college is a stressful time for any young adult struggling with their inner bullshit. Each day you are faced with a new face on campus. A new story. Friendships bond over simple conversations that start from inconsequential talk to a mind bending relationship. Just the simple thought is to send anyone into over drive. The simple crave to have a relationship was enough to impassion or have great value to someone resulting in a great impact in there lives. enough to last a life time.
Out of all the faces in the crowd that including mine, I was the only sad bastard that desired this feeling while everyone else establish it without minding a blink. If only they knew how lucky they truly were to have a lucky someone. It doesn't even have to be someone, anyone. Sometimes we just need anyone. It doesn't matter who it is. Just anyone to remind us what's it like to live in the moment, and feel something before its over completely.
Sure I did have that one person that attempted to pursue these unrealistic goals. His name was Jeon Jungkook , but he often went by the name of Jungcock. I remember that specific moment he tried to be that anyone, making me live in the moment but very poorly.
I had came to the conclusion that it was a brilliant idea to lose my virginity the night me and jungkook had attended a forced religious study brought to you by my ever so 'loving' parents. This making it the perfect setting to fuck, sorry to put it bluntly but these were the thoughts that once surfaced my sick teenage brain. Of course the mood hadn't been set, while I was completely ignoring it jungkook was soaking in the awkwardness.
Many attempts later trying to get jungkook off he finally lets out a cry, which I totally took the wrong way. Thinking it was a cry from pleasure I began jerking him off faster making his face contort into a painful expression. I evidently got the hint once he busted out into tears. I had planned the night out to the brim but what I didn't imagine was to have a crying jungkook, patting him awkwardly as he poured out his gay fantasies.
Safe to say ever since that night I had reminded a virgin. Which isn't wrong I just didn't want to live this depriving life anymore. yes there was always porn but that never works out for me. see before the porn even started I would already find myself turned on, just like any horny virgin stuck in college.
As soon as I would click on the 'adult entertainment' the plot beings instantly killing my lady boner. it doesn't add up to me, I come on the site for one thing to simple pleasure myself by seeing a 7-10 minute film filled with satisfying moans but instead I'm faced with a full on movie with a real plot as if they are gonna win a Oscar.
I had been convinced that my vagina had been broken. so I hide myself from the world. Surviving from ramen noodles and red bulls I was all set. I was to afraid that the world would perceive me differently because of this. People would often use my virginity to their advantage, seeing my purity as a prize. My only source being able to hide. until my roommate told me other wise. she had brought up how I wasn't being social that being one of the reasons my vagina had magically stopped working. It just gave up.
My vagina wants convinced no one wanted it because it was untouched and pure. Like a flower, if that flower was all fucked up suffering from her dumbass roommate.
Hours passed as she attempted to revamp my whole being. almost to the point of looking like a stripper. not to insult the strippers out there, I'm sure your definitely doing better off then me. the only reason why I decided to try and go to this party was not because of my new found appearance or because my roommates boyfriend namjoon would be getting the alcohol but because I was simply promised food.
nothing more nothing less.
there wasn't even food.
nothing but alcohol.
My roommate had left me by the time we got through the door leaving me to awkwardly pretend like I'm having an intimate fake conversation on the phone. "whos the lucky guy?" my attention was cut sort as I turned around being faced with a cheeky brunette who I must say had an award winning smile. His face was sure enough to kick start my broken vagina
(I am so sorry, I wrote this at 2am and I am now realizing what the fuck is wrong with me)
"the guy on the phone, or is it a girl. It is the 21st century and all." the overly handsome boy said pointing to my phone.
He must had heard the conversation between me and...well nobody sensing I had no one to talk to besides myself.
"Oh it was nobody." I say waving him off a with a slight smile, one that couldn't compete to his. it was weird that I was feeling such fondness to someone I haven't properly met, but damn was he good to look at.
"Oh well if it was nobody then I guess they wouldn't mind if I introduced myself." I never nodded my head as fast I did in that moment, I swear I almost broke my neck. I was still in the process of trying to figure out what he wanted to do with me. if only he knew what lied beneath all this stripper exterior. again no disrespect to strippers.
"My name is park jimin, but you can just call me jimin I don't mind. what about you? a beautiful girl like you must have a name."
He had me wrapped around his finger
"Oh my names Y/N, you can call me Y/N noting special I'm sorry." I played off my awkwardness with a quick deprived laugh.
"woah."
"what?" I began to panic searching my face for any minor detail on my face as his small statement worried me.
"Oh nothing, its just I cant believe someone as perfect as you could also share the name of a goddess." Jimin held a sweet exterior and I wanted nothing more than to see what he could actually be capable of when he gets the upper hand. it took everything in me to not rip his clothes off.
a small tug on my dress brought me out of my 'I need to fuck jimin' phase, as I turned around a complete bored expression painted my face. my roommate had come in at the most imperfect time. she had been the one to come up with the idea to get my broken vagina back in the works. I haven't even seen her this entire party and she pops up now. this must mean that I wasn't meant to have sex with jimin.
ha lets be honest I'm still gonna have sex with jimin.
but before I could take any sort of action my oh so lovely roommate decided to tug me off with her to a beer pong table. Jimin still sported his loving smile while I was being tugged away but soon deflated as I grew further away. well looks like I lost the only chance of sex tonight. I was placed at the head of the table, the horizon filled with seas of solo red cups with what I assumed were filled with beer.a happy roommate by my side wishing I could share the same expression but remained the unamused expression. That was until I found out who we were playing against.
"Hey jimin get over here, I cant lose to my girlfriend and her roommate." my head immediately shot up at namjoons mention of jimin. my head fully coming up from its previous stances as I face jimin.
He flashes me a smirk and bites his lips as he made eye contact with me. I noticed that he had gained more confidence due to his kill worthy actions and as I look over at the cups in my view and cant help but eagerly wonder how much more confidence jimin can gain by the simple sip of a cup. or two. the couple of rounds were spent by many laughs and the splashes of the ball hitting the intoxicating beer. as the rounds went on we saw the game as nothing but a blur enjoining each others company.
namjoon and roommate had been all over each other while me and jimin oh so subtlety flirted and shared affectionate glances. these actions were enough to send me into over drive.
I began to completely forget about the game as the sound of the ball hitting the rim clinked in my ears every chance I got. jimin retrieved the ball before sparing me a glance.
"This shot goes out to my lucky lady!" Jimin said clearly intoxicated but so was everyone at that party including myself. he still managed to make my heart swell even in his drunken oblivion.
"Go ahead kiss the ball baby, your my little good luck charm." jimin said shoving the ball in my face.
This situation already was weird by his choice of words but grew weirder as he shoved the ball in my face. none of the less I kissed the ball still remaining eye contact with him which he found oddly sexy.
"Maybe one on the lips for extra good luck." Oh park jimin was gonna be the death of me. I had to be a complete idiot to deny this. I placed my arms around his neck as he placed his around my waist. our lips were centimenairs apart, thesecual tensions driving us to close the gap.
"Hey don't give him all of your luck, we don't want them to win!" my roommate said as she proceeded to pull me and jimin apart. we both let out a loud sigh going back in our previous position. remind me to get a new roommate. eventfully jimin made the cup earning a satisfying splashing victory fill his teams ears.
I quickly reached for the cup noticing it being different from the cups, it being marked as 'the krusty krab secret formula'. Of course I drank it but as everyones face twisted into a scared expression I went quiet.
"Woah, whats wrong with you guys?"
"Joon, she took the special one...The dru-"
"I fucking know, cant you see me freaking out. maybe she'll be okay."
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SHELL BE OKAY?! She just took a few grams of-"
"Lets go to the pool!"
Those had to be the most awkward moments for me. I stood there silently observing as namjoon and roommate attempted to have a quiet conversation about something I couldn't catch on to. I could tell jimin was just as confused as I was, but couldn't really focus on anything as I began to see pretty shapes and colors I could distinguish.
I somehow managed to make my way to the pool, in a very unstable fashion do to the liquids in my system. Everyone in the pool had took the liberty to swim in their underwear, so I followed along.
I felt a small tap on my shoulders turning around being faced with a the shit eating smirk that was painted on his face ever since the alcohol began lurking in his system. this was certainly a good thing as it was directing us to have a more direct conversation rather than sober.
"I thought I lost you for a second, couldn't lose someone as beautiful as you." To jimin he may have been saying the most simplest of things to me it was as if he was reciting a poem deep from his heart. For all I know he probably says this to countless amount of girls, what made me so special?
I quickly covered it up with a laugh and splashing water in his face which wasn't the best idea. The water had gotten trapped in his hair causing the once straight hair to become wet and stick to his forehead. Making him grow hotter.
Jimin responded by grabbing me by the waist and placing me on his shoulder, letting a yelp fall from my mouth.
"Jimin let me down." I protested but secretly knew that I didn't want him to let go. "Alright." Jimin obliged as he let go of me, a loud splash filled the atmosphere as both our bodies fell underneath the pools surface. I closed my eyes attempting to reach the surface of the pool before feeling a body collide with mine. I quickly came up to the surface with a dazed expression as my arms were locked around jimins neck and his on my waist.
It was sure enough to shock the both of us being in that position but was it a bad thing. "Look at that, I think I saved your life."
"I think you deserve an award due to such braver." I knew that my comment was risky but my actions were enough to diagnose me as borderline crazy. I had managed to easily wrap my legs around jimins waist bringing us at a closer proximity.
"Oh? I was hopping for just a kiss." Of course he was. Jimin didn't want me. He was far better then any of the guys I had ever thought of losing my virginity to. I took my legs off from around him. Looks like I was shit out of luck.
"I mean it certainly isn't a bad thing. I'm sure every part of you looks good...taste good." Jimin said seductively licking his lips as he brought my legs back around his waist. My cheeks began to flame a crimson color at his statement.
"Is this what you say to all of your girls?"
"I'm flattered that you think I have girls lined up but when will you notice it's only you. Your so beautiful. Every aspect of you. Your personality. Your beautiful body. Your perfect baby." Jimin finished his heartfelt sentence with a firm squeeze on my ass making it the icing on the cake.
I carefully brought my lips to his needing the feel of our lips together. The kiss started off slow almost as afraid it would end at any moment but as it progressed we began to become intoxicated by he kiss. The alcohol already consuming our system has added to the ecstasy flowing through as intensifying the feeling. Jimin backed slowly to the pool wall his hands beginning to wander to my core. My stomach tightened at his gesture letting a low moan fall from my lips. Encouraging his confidence.
"I wanna feel you baby, is that okay?" I nodded eagerly as his hands guided his way to my heat. His hands began to circle around my clit as he began kissing my neck leaving his love bites. Truth be told was I never had an orgasm, well no guy had ever gave me an organism. It was usually always my sex deprived self left alone to take care of my business making this a completely different experience. It had gotten so intense to the point that I couldn't control my moans. Jimin attempted to silence them with his lips only making me crave the moment even more.
He began to tease my opening, the euphoria coming in contact with my body once again. I couldn't take it anymore the feeling of the euphoria running through my body sending it into overdrive. I quickly grabbed jimins hands signaling him to stop. After all the setting we were in was a pool. Surrounded by people. Clearly Jimin couldn't help it. Somehow he did manage to extract his hands from my heat.
"Sorry, you were just so wet I couldn't help myself." It's like he wanted to take me right then and there which I would have obliged to but due to the scene sadly the circumstances couldn't have been the same.
"Jimin, it's like your trying to kill me!" I said hitting Jimin lightly on the arm embarrassed by his abrupt statement. Jimin thought nothing of it as he smiled into my neck giggling lightly.
"Don't hide your smile, it makes me insides melt." maybe the alcohol lurking in my system wasn't as good as his. I couldn't stop the flow of words leaving my mouth. each coming out after the next, each word more dirtier than the next. Even though jimin had the chance to swim away from me he didn't, choosing to stay. I had came to the conclusion that he was absoultuly insane, lucky for him I am to. obviously.
"Well I have to say seeing you in such minimal clothing really makes me want me take you here right now." Jimin said going along with conversation but his dirty talk was far better than mine, it also having a greater affect.
"And seeing you in this pool,water all over your body. Oh baby I'm sure you can be wetter than this." By this point I was dripping and ready for my virginity to be gracefully taken by park jimin.
We had managed to stumble up the steps with drunken kisses in search of the nearest bedroom in need to relieve the tension. Panic began to roll through my body as we entered the room, jimin quickly closing the door pushing me into the wall where he continued to kiss me. His hands soon diverted to the inside of my thighs growing closer to my heat. This simple action caused a loud moan to escape from my lips surprising jimin before a dark expression rolled over his face.
Jimin quickly picked me up placing me on the bed where he got in between my thighs ever so slightly and gently grinding against my core. At an agonizing rate. I wanted more lifting my hips meeting his thrusting making him let a deep groan but silencing it as his lips connected to my neck, me responding constantly to each mark he made.
"Hey can we try something?" I said in a quiet voice, not trusting myself to speak to loud afraid I would let out a loud moan. Jimin nodded his head but still continued his journey on leaving soft purple marks on my neck. I pushed him back a little before taking my shirt off causing jimins heart to quicken and his eyes to widen.
"Um may...May touch..Your um." I laughed at the new jimin before me. One who was stuttering due to nervousness. It was as if the confidence drained from him as I gided his hands to my clothed boobs. it was cute to see him venerable. His hands remained stiff before he squeezed them slightly making a quiet moan leave my lips.
This obviously encouraging him he continued his actions before I reached to updo my bra to which he stopped me. "Hey its okay, we don't have to do any drastic."
"Oh, um okay." I took my hand away from my bra straps bringing them to my side.
I had never gone this far with a guy and when I almost had they were never as indering as jimin was. I looked over his features before placing his face in my hands connecting our lips together. I climbed on his lap enjoying the sounds falling from his lips and I'm sure he felt the same as for me. I slowly grinded my hips feeling his member poke my thigh.
I proceeded to take off his shirt feeling over his muscles liking the skin to skin contact. our tonuges began to battle for dominance, I gided my ran to his member causing me to win the battle. I quickly reached for his zipper bringing it down before he stopped me.
"Hey calm down, we don't have to go this fast. We don't even have to have sex if you want to?" It cared that he worried about me and my thoughts but in reality I wanted nothing more but to fuck him and finally be ridden rom my virginity. "sorry I'm just really nervous."
"hey its okay like I said we don't have to do anything, I still think your a cool girl." a cool girl? I wanted be so much more than a cool girl, but I didn't protest instead just silently accepting.
"Yeah, we can still hang out, without doing anything major."
"Yeah, I would love to keep on talking to the beautiful girl I met tonight. Well I guess I should take you home." And just like that my virginity dreams were crushed.
jimin had managed to drive me back to my dorm room with the help of making sure I was in the right state of mind. I invited him into the dorm with open arms as he excepted it insisting he needed to nurse me back to health. aka he wanted to have sex with me. at least I think I sat fidgeting on my bed as jimin retrieved some water for me, and then proceeding to sit on the bed with me crossing his fingers. as we both sat in silence.
filling the air with tension.
"I'm sorry." I say as my lips quivered realizing my idiotic behavior that occurred throughout the night.
"Oh baby you don't need to be sorry, sure the night didn't go as we planned but one thing for sure is that I met a beautiful girl through it."
Their he goes again saying romantic things making my heart swoon. why did he have to be so perfect. to perfect. someone I couldn't get no matter how hard I longed for.
"Oh please, I'm not beautiful. sure with the makeup I look descent but besides that, I look identical to a trashcan." Jimin had a bored expression playing on his face as these words left my mouth not beliving a word that flowed from my mouth.
"Okay you want me to be honest? You remind me of a flower, a flower that is anything but beautiful and worthy, at least that's what people may think. but when you bloom and open up to the people around you that's when your beauty shows. You need to open up to people more instead of opening your legs to get to the source, because that doesn't matter like your personality ."
Sure the beginning of the sentence didn't begin off oh so glamorous but it was the message that he proclaimed that caused his statement to come off sincere. In that moment I realized that I was looking for something when something else had already found me. what I'm trying to say is that I was seeking to lose my virginity something that means a lot to a person, that's all I was focused on.
While jimin was focused on the likeability, he didn't care about my sex appeal just about my heart. That's all he was seeking for, just someone he could care for. He found me. I was to naïve to realize it. I was lost in my head. He was lost in his heart. He wasn't as lost as I was, I was far beyond lost that I couldn't make sense of it or why it was meant for me but yet I began to be drawn to it all.
Now as we lay in my bed mindlessly kissing Id like to think after all the tragic events that occurred that somehow he feels the same. So perhaps being connected to someone and not in a sexual derogatory manor but rather as a close relationship. This being something I had craved all along. The need to need someone, anyone.
Jimins hands carefully holding my waist making me feel like I am as fragile and delicate as a doll. His care makes me feel as if I was his main priority. Its crazy after one night how quick a connection can occur between two people. weather it be a friendship or sexual encounter.
I had thought about what the world thinks of me. My appearance. my personality. My virginity. every aspect of me. I have thought about this for so long that some parts of me have changed to fit the life of others I achieved to once be. I can see now that virginity has nothing to do with these aspects.Just some sorry excuses i used, blocking out the real problem. I longed for a human connection.
His soft snores filled my ears his arms wrapping tighter around me as if he's afraid that ill leave. I had someone who cares about me and shows open affection, and if at least one person can see my true self/ beauty instead of seeing my virginity as a title. then I can have the will power to show my true self and actually open up to the people I care for the most.
A/n I wanted to post this story sometime sooner but turns out a special person was giving birth and I had to go witnesses it and I saw EVERYTHING but I manage to finish the writing while she gave birth. also I'm thinking about a part two
#park jimin x reader#park jimin smut#park jimin imagines#jimin x reader#jimin smut#jimin imagine#bts scenarios#bts jimin#bts jimin x reader#imagines#bts#jimin fanfic#park jimin fanfic
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Why Bisexual Rep Is Important
Piper Gibson | March 17, 2017
(Note: This was written on September 23, 2016, so anything that has occurred in the shows mentioned in terms of representation may be missing. If so please let me know and I’ll correct it!)
In honor of Bisexual Visibility Day, I wrote a little something. And if you’re curious why this day is named for visibility, not celebration or appreciation, then just read on.
So, it’s not that I didn’t know gay people existed when I was a kid.
I knew. I grew up watching Friends, after all; Ross’s ex-wife Carol and her partner Susan were lesbians. I watched Ellen with my grandma. When Glee first aired I was in eighth grade. I knew that there were people out there that were gay, and we had family friends that are gay that I’d met once or twice. But I had no fucking clue about anything else, and I definitely didn’t know what the hell “bisexual” meant until I was in my teens.
I don’t have a specific memory of learning about the word, but there was certainly a few years of a gap between gaining the knowledge and applying it to myself. I figured it out somewhere around junior year of high school, and came out to my parents in the winter of my senior year. All that time I’d liked girls and hadn’t accepted it, hadn’t let myself feel it. The first time I was suicidal l was twelve, and it was because I had a crush on a girl and didn’t know what to do or how to feel about it.
This is why bisexual representation matters. Because even though I’d seen representations for lesbians and gay men as a kid, I’d never seen me on television. I’d never even heard the word bisexual as an identifying word on tv or in the movies before. (I still haven’t.) Sure, I’d heard the word-- like in Glee, when Blaine is questioning his sexuality and says he might be bisexual, and Kurt, a gay man, replies angrily, “Bisexual is a term that gay guys in high school use when they wanna hold hands with girls and feel like a normal person for a change.” That was the first time I heard the word bisexual on television, is still the only example I can remember, and that’s the message I got about who I was. I was fake. I was a lie. In fact, the word wasn’t even applicable to me-- I wasn’t a gay guy, I was a girl and I was confused and looking for validation. And the media spit in my face.
As far as representation goes, bisexual people have it pretty rough. There is a theme in media, a very dangerous theme, that implicitly shows characters are bisexual and explicitly tells the audience they’re straight. I have example after example of this, files of queerbaiting I’ve stowed in my head for years.
Dean Winchester from Supernatural holds all of his long-standing emotional relationships with men, bonds best with men, is shown to be attracted to men, and only sleeps with/dates women. He is a “womanizer” and his relationships with women never last, whereas he works at his relationships with the men in his life. He cares deeply for them and sacrifices everything for them, but he’s not bi. He’s straight, he sleeps with women, see?
Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America, has healthy, strong, intense relationships with men and women. He’s “not good with girls,” but he’s good with his absolute best friend Bucky, who he’s known since childhood and holds above all else. He falls in love with Peggy Carter, yes, and their brief relationship is important and real, but he also drops everything and flies into enemy lines to rescue Bucky. He becomes a completely different person from grief when he believes Bucky to be dead. When Bucky comes back as a brainwashed soldier and doesn’t know Steve, Steve won’t fight him, and is prepared to die rather than hurt this man who doesn’t even remember him. He drops the shield and stops being Captain America because the alternative is losing Bucky. The writers and actors and media all call Bucky and Steve’s arc a “love story,” but insist that they’re both straight. Peggy happened, right? Bucky slept with loads of women, right?
One of the biggest examples of queerbaiting, BBC’s Sherlock, shows John Watson have relationships with women but above all put Sherlock first, caring for him and supporting him and loving him like he would a boyfriend. He’s Sherlock’s only friend and confidant and they live together and share their whole lives together, but somehow this doesn’t matter because he has relationships with women. There’s even a scene where he yells that he’s not gay, which I remember watching and thinking, “you don’t have to be gay to like the same gender.” But he marries a girl, right? He’s not gay, so what does it matter?
I have so many more examples. Jessica Jones (from the Marvel show of the same name) and her best friend Trish act like ex-girlfriends, are treated by the show as ex-girlfriends, and the first season ends with Jessica saying something she never does-- “I love you”-- to Trish and embracing her. This by all accounts looks like them getting back together, but they both have male romantic interests, so none of that matters. Merlin and Arthur from Merlin have an epic love story and sacrifice life and limb for each other, but they both get girlfriends and eventually, wives. Harry Potter is very into both Draco Malfoy and Cedric Diggory throughout the books but dates only women and marries Ginny in the end. Even in How to Get Away With Murder, where Annalise Keating has explicit relationships with women and men and is very clearly bisexual, they still haven’t said the word out loud. It’s a very scary word, apparently.
Something dangerous happens when media implicitly grants a community representation but doesn’t give them explicitly stated, canon representation. We are told we are shameful. We are told we are bad and dirty and must be kept secret. And when we have the gall to point out how obvious it is for us that these characters are bisexual like we are-- because those in the LGBTQ+ community are taught to read subtext and interpret media for ourselves from a young age-- the general public laughs in our faces. They call us “crazy fans” (which, okay, is super dismissing and dehumanizing and ableist) and tell us that actually, we’re fetishizing these characters, and we need to stop.
It’s different for queer people. There is no explicit bisexual representation. But when I see Jessica Jones look at her best friend the same way I looked at female friends of mine when I was twelve? When I see Merlin and Arthur look into each other’s eyes and smile the same way me and my girlfriend do? It feels the same. It’s just not straight. And the writers of these characters know it. They know it and they use it, because we’re starving for validation and we’ll take anything. They write these scenes, these loving glances, purposely, then turn around and tell us our beloved characters are straight. Why would they not be? They have girlfriends and boyfriends, after all. Nevermind what that says to bisexual men who lean towards dating women and feel weird and shameful about their attraction to men, who watch Supernatural and wonder why they relate so much to Dean. Nevermind what that says to bisexual women who watch women on screen be physically affectionate and loving towards each other and who are told that this is strictly platonic; female friends are all like this, and it’s definitely not romantic.
Television does not seem to understand the possibility of being attracted to more than one gender. For me, someone who’s loved every gender since I can remember, it seems strange to only like one gender. I love boys and I love girls and I love everyone in between, and this isn’t taken away by me currently dating a girl. I wasn’t straight when I dated a boy in high school, and I’m not a lesbian now. But in television, you’re a straight woman if you date men. You’re a straight man if you date women. Nothing else matters, especially not your long-standing, emotional, loving relationships with the same gender.
There is a problem in the media with being afraid of this word. I’d like to know why that is. More and more shows are including gay characters now, giving them girlfriends and boyfriends and plotlines and interesting stories. (We won’t touch on the “bury your gays” trope here.) But there’s still so, so, so little explicitly defined bisexual characters. If they’re bi, this is shown, not told. We learn they’re bi from them kissing boys and girls, not by them mentioning it. This is a clear distinction, and it’s important to note. I can’t think of a single example of something I’ve watched or read where a character said themselves that they were bisexual. Self-identifying, strongly and confidently, is important. Not being outed, not just showing their identity by making out with multiple genders, and not saying a stupid cop-out like “well, sexuality is fluid” or “I’m not straight or gay, I’m just… y’know.”
No. Young bisexuals don’t know. Young me didn’t know. If I had been watching TV and heard someone call themselves bisexual, proud and clear, I’d have sat up. I’d have listened. I wouldn’t have had to watch show after show, movie after movie, read book after book and gone to my other queer friends, saying with raised eyebrows, “This is fucking gay, right? I’m not the only one?”
We see your implicit representation and we want better. We deserve better. We demand better, for us and for young bisexuals, their stomachs sinking every time they watch TV and a joke is made about two characters of the same gender being “too close.” My stomach sank when I was a kid and I watched Joey and Chandler hug and say “We do this too much, don’t we?” and break apart.
I didn’t know why then, but I do now. And I-- we-- deserve better.
And to not end this on a sad note, I do have hope. I am tired of queerbaiting and biphobia, but I have hope. When I was a kid I had nothing-- at the very least now, I have characters on TV who kiss people of multiple genders. Eventually they’ll be allowed to say that they’re bisexual out loud, but for now I have confirmation from show runners that I was right, that they are bi. For now I have amazing bisexual Youtubers like Dodie Clark and Chris Kendall and Alayna Fender. For now I have Korra from Legend of Korra and Jack Zimmermann from Check, Please! (READ IT HERE) and Annalise Keating from How to Get Away With Murder. For now I hold the little rep I have close to my heart and wait for a better time, a time when “bisexual” is not a scary word to say on television or in movies. After all, we have all these angry bisexuals with no representation and a fierce desire to see themselves in media. That’s just a recipe for shit to get done.
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