#wanted to get the Bleach rant off my chest for a long ass while now lol so glad I could do that
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3H and Bleach: Where the Fuck am I
So, I’m finally hunkering down and trying to write out this post lmao. I’ve mentioned here and there how my personal experience with the 3H’s fandom is similar to my experience with the Bleach fandom’s in more than one way, and - look. Like, I get there’s definitely a semi-universal thing that goes on across all fandoms. I don’t mean for this to say that this only happens within these two fandoms, because duh, of course they don’t. But!! This post is partly me wanting to air years long annoyance towards the Bleach fandom that just so happens to coincide with my feelings towards the 3H fandom, sooo... yeah lmao
I’ll probably be skimming over some bits about 3H, since most people who come across this will already be familiar with what I’d be talking about in that regard vs Bleach, so just a heads up
Note: This is gonna talk about Bleach which will spoiler territory (writing this off the cuff so not sure where this is goin’ yet lmao but I know that much), so if you don’t wanna see that then don’t read this post lol, I know for sure I’ll be spoiling something ahhhh... noticeable, lol
Ableism against the mentally ill
Now, most people reading this post will be familiar with the blog and how this very, very much applies to 3H, but for the sake of this post I’ll lay it out anyway with a brief summary
Dimitri and Rhea are both characters within 3H that suffer from severe trauma that heavily impacts their mental state. Both are the sole survivors of a horrific slaughter, with that slaughter redefining who they are and leaving a permanent marker within their minds in some way (Dimitri with having auditory and visual hallucinations, Rhea with having obsessive tendencies towards bringing her mother back from the dead). Specifically in CF, both characters are set up in the plot as antagonists, with both characters having to relive their trauma in some way due to the actions Byleth and Edelgard take against them (for Dimitri, having his home be razed to the ground and everyone he cares for dying around him, for Rhea having someone use her mother’s mutilated remains be used to end her and her race) and express extreme anger towards Byleth and Edelgard before they are killed to progress/end the story
Now, uh, sad shit right? Not exactly fuckin’ happy sunshine rainbows. These two characters are put through the wringer and are then murdered. They are rightfully not the fuckin’ happiest because of what happened to them before and what happens to them within the present story. But we’ve heard it all before: “They were crazy!” “They couldn’t be reasoned with!” “They had to be put down out of mercy because they were too ~far gone~ to live happily!” “They needed to be killed for the good of everyone!” It’s an extremely ableist rhetoric that gets passed around the fandom as though it’s totally fine to directly state that mentally ill people should be put down if they’re deemed a “lost cause.” Especially worrying because. You know. If they are a “”””lost cause”””” then it’s directly and specifically because of actions Byleth and Edelgard take against them.
But how does this remind me of Bleach? What kind of similar extreme, worrying ableism exists there? Well, let me introduce to best girl a certain character with... a reputation, to say the least:
Meet Momo Hinamori.
Holy shit it’s so weird writing this out because I’ve been wanting to for years but have never worked up the nerve to do it lol
It should be noted, in the Bleach verse there’s two worlds out of three - Soul Society and Hueco Mundo, though I’ll only be talking of the former - that deal with “souls” (the essence within a living human). Souls age far more slowly than human bodies do in terms of body, not necessarily the mind (so a teenage soul will likely behave as such for a long while) so keep in mind that I’m going to be using numbers that may seem weird to someone who hasn’t seen Bleach lol. With that out of the way, here’s a similar, if longer for context to those who haven’t seen Bleach, summary for Momo’s character as it relevant to this post:
Momo is a character in Bleach that grows a deep admiration towards Sosuke Aizen, a respected captain of the military force called the Gotei 13. She comes to views him as the most important person in her world due to him both noticing and paying direct attention to her as well as saving her and her friends’ lives during a training mission gone wrong while she was younger. Note that “younger” here means 40 years ago from the start of the story. Aizen would praise her all the time, allow her to sleep over in his quarters, would drape his cloaks over her when she looked cold, and would overall treat Momo as though he was his daughter for most of the time we see them interact in the beginning portions of the show. Note that none of this is sexual in nature, nor is it ever implied to be seen as such. That’ll be important later in this post
To make a long story short, Aizen comes to betray her. He stabs her through the chest and shows and tells her that she never meant anything to him, throughout the 40 years they’ve known each other (which, mind, for a soul Momo’s approximate age 40 years is still a noticeable amount of time), and he was only using her to help bolster his image as a loveable captain so that he can hide his plan from everybody that much easier. He did horrible things to Momo - from setting her alarm clock back to a later time so that she would more likely come across his pinned, bloody fake corpse. to framing her childhood friend for the apparent murder and tricking her into fighting that friend, to far later in the series tricking that friend into stabbing her (hypnosis shit, to sum that up) for literally no stated reason - that ended up mentally breaking her. She couldn’t believe that the last four decades were all nothing but lies and she fell into a deep denial about Aizen’s true nature - someone else made him do everything he did, she must have missed something that would have warned her about Captain Aizen’s unfortunate situation that forced Captain Aizen to hurt her and everyone else. This denial would take the majority of Bleach’s entire runtime for her to get over completely, with her having hiccups in her recovery even as she works up the nerve to fight him.
Now, uh, also not the fuckin’ funnest of times to be had here. The deep, long-running mental and psychological manipulation of what approximates as a teenage girl from a trusted older figure is something that is very clearly horrific and bad of the older figure, right? Like, we’re on the same page here on that?
This wouldn’t be in this post if that was the case. No, Momo was the one constantly on fire for what happened to her. She was one of the most hated characters in the western audience, and there were endless jokes about “lol look at Momo, the pincushion!” “Crazy bitch Momo, better watch out!” making fun of her and her trauma relentlessly. If you managed to find a Momo fan in the early 2000′s you should have also bought a lotto ticket because holy fuck, everyone hated her. She acted in a startlingly real if deeply uncomfortable way in regards to years long manipulation and she was lambasted for it. She didn’t immediately get over decades long psychological abuse and she was called useless, weak, a horrible representation of female characters, stupid - you name it, she was likely called it. To this day I still tense up when I hear that someone likes Bleach and they mention Momo at all because I’m always thinking “does this person think this abuse victim is dumb for being abused?”
Dimitri, Rhea, and Momo are all victim-blamed to a disgusting degree in the 3H and Bleach fandoms. Dimitri and Rhea are always hit with “well if Dimitri hadn’t have fought back against Edelgard/Rhea caused the “”tyranical systems” in the first place, nothing would have happened to them!” and Momo was constantly hit with” well, it’s not Aizen’s fault Momo was so clingy to him, what could he have done!” and I get so fuckin’ mad dude.
But for Dimitri and Momo specifically, there’s one thing in particular that caught my attention:
The “Rejection Theories”
This had my head spinnin’ a bit when I first heard it, cuz I had managed to avoid the theory for a while in the 3H’s fandom, but apparently a sizeable amount of people seem to believe that Dimitri wasn’t just mad at Edelgard in the Holy Tomb because of... you know *waves hand* fuckin’ everything, but that the primary reason for his anger was that Edelgard... rejected his advances to her? And that the dagger he gave to her when they were 13 was a phallic symbol of baby Mitri’s want to have sex with Edelgard? And. Like. What in the fuck are you talking about.
But like?? Bleach did this shit too with Momo?? It was also a sizeable amount of people - not everyone, but a noticeable amount - that believed that Momo was just mad that Aizen wouldn’t sleep with her? You’d see it pop up in fics so often, that Momo would want Aizen to fuck her and she’d “go crazy” when he denied her and Momo was actually just this shallow bitch who wanted a good fuck like... what.
Like, when I first heard the Phallic Dagger take the first thing that came to mind is “wait Momo was also accused of just wanting to have sex with the person who traumatized her wtf”
“Actually it was the perpetrators that should be forgiven because lonely and also some shit about ruling better”
Those in the 3H fandom know how often the “Edelgard was lonely!” line gets thrown by just about every one of her stans. Edelgard was lonely and couldn’t trust anyone, so of course she did what she did! If she had someone near her she could trust she wouldn’t have acted like she does in the rest of the game! Nevermind that she “gets” this in CF in the form of Byleth and still acts just as shittily as she does in the other routes, or how being a little lonely doesn’t fuckin’ mean you get to start war. But anyway, we also hear that Edelgard was justified in doing what she did because her ruling Fodlan would have lead to more peace in the end, once she got rid of the power structures in place now (except that doesn’t happen but whatev I guess lmao)
Aizen? He was lonely too! He was far too strong for anyone to truly be able to understand him, and so he tragically fell down a dark path. If he had known someone who could be considered an equal to him he would have never done all the horrible things he did. And the Soul Society is unjust! It needs to be reformed! So him slaughtering hundreds of thousands of souls at the minimum to harvest all of their power to use as his own is justified because it’ll be used to create a more just society under his rule!
Like. Y’all. Lowkey? I’m so fuckin’ glad Edelgard proved herself to be just as fuckin’ awful with Byleth as without because this shit drove me up the fuckin’ wall back in the day. There was 0 ways to prove that Aizen would damn sure be just as fuckin’ bad if he had an “”equal”” to stand by him than if he didn’t, and I get to kinda be right because without fundamentally changing these characters’ backstories they would not give two flying shits about whether or not they had someone “equal to them” (which is still kinda degrading to think about anyway).
Now, this is where I move away to a different topic lol
A split in the narrative cause divides in the fandom
With 3H houses this is really fuckin’ easy to point at: there’s 4 routes, three consistent stories and one radically different story, and that difference in story causes heavy contention within the fandom. It’s very obvious so I won’t go over it much.
But how in the fuck is there a divide in Bleach? It’s not a fuckin’ Choose Your Own Adventure manga, it’s an anime and manga showing off the characters of Bleach’s stories and interactions (with, you know, plot and shit thrown in).
Well. It’s more accurate to say the anime told a story about the characters, and the manga told... the story about the characters.
In terms of plot, the anime didn’t change much from the manga, but hoo fuckin’ boy, did they change shit about some of the characters. Specifically, they changed a shit ton about three characters: the two main protagonists, Ichigo and Rukia, and another main character, Orihime.
Orihime. Got. Fucked.
The anime would make her far more ditzy and clumsy, her crush (turned growing love later on in the story) for Ichigo during more deeper moments that showcases her feelings for him were downplayed if not removed entirely in exchange for talking or thinking about food, key moments she has with Ichigo early in the manga were cut or deadass changed to something else in the anime, some key moments with her relationship with Rukia were cut, her backstory was watered down - so much of Orihime was fucked with in the anime (her fuckin’ introduction was changed drastically). Meanwhile Ichigo and Rukia were given moments that didn’t exist in the manga, they have filler arcs (remember those lmao) that would be stuffed with shit ton of moments for them that have no basis in the manga, other characters would change their behavior from the manga to reflect a sort of “thing” going on between Ichigo and Rukia.
Look, guys, the anime fucked up so bad the fucking mangaka, Tite Kubo, has said he gets stomach aches watching the early anime because it was that awful. And this divide between the anime and manga’s portrayal of these three character helped spawn the ship war of Bleach: Ichiruki vs Ichihime (oh but more on that in a bit). It tanked Orihime’s popularity because people thought she was the stupid dumbass that would stumble ass first into situations when that wasn’t her character at all. And because the majority of anime watchers only watch the anime... yeah, you can see where this went. So just like in 3H in Bleach you have these radically different tellings of the same characters that drove a big-ass wedge in the fandom
Marketing
Imma be transparent, like I’ve said before I managed to avoid nearly every marketing tactic for 3H so it’s a tad hard for me to speak personally, but from what I’ve been told Edelgard was heavily marketed towards the player base pre-release. She was the poster child of 3H, she got the figma, she was in the spotlight - unless you cleansed your board of 3H content you knew exactly who she was. On top of that, it doesn’t stop in-game - loading screen messages would assume you picked BE, Adrestia is the first option to pick when you want to impress one of the lords in the prologue, the BE class is the first option to pick in choosing which route to play, every character has some moment in the game post ts where they express sympathy with the woman who waged war on them for five years (even characters with no business doing so, like Seteth entertaining the idea that maybe Edelgard isn’t that bad during Myrddin). With all of that good PR for Edelgard in and out of the game it heavily impacted how people saw her, and much of it is used by stans to justify her being a good guy (mostly in the game marketing) despite everything else in the game clearly showing that Edelgard is the bad guy
With Bleach in that regard... you have Ichiruki
holy shit it’s so weird talking about Ichiruki i’m still lowkey nervous about talking about them lmao
With Ichiruki stans, they would cling onto outside material that promoted Ichigo and Rukia together as proof that their ship was going to be canon. Spreadsheets, calendars, poems (some of which didn’t even apply to Ichigo and Rukia’s relationship but they insisted they did anyway), novels - outside material that either wasn’t canon or didn’t pertain to Ichigo and Rukia’s relationship. They would shove it in the face of Ichihime shippers that “see, we have all this stuff for us! We ain’t starving tonight!” when the canon (note: in the manga particularly) would clearly show Ichigo and Orihime’s relationship being the one that leans romantic in multiple significant ways. They would latch onto irrelevant shit that ain’t had nothin’ to do with anything and wave around as a paragon of romance when it literally wasn’t even canon
Just fuckin’ ignoring the creators deadass
Creators and developers of 3H: Edelgard is the typical Red Emperor the only difference is Girl
Stans: that’s just a headcanon
Kubo: Ichigo and Rukia have a platonic relationship and I’ve publicly said this since 2008
Stans, now, to this day: Ichigo and Rukia were robbed
Making people reject what they’re stanning for
I’ve seen a few people express that the more they interact with the fandom and see what her stans are doing, the more they grow to dislike Edelgard despite (some) initially liking or even loving her. To put it simply, the same thing happened with Ichiruki - hell, this happened with me with Ichiruki. I can’t fuckin’ stand the ship anymore because every time I think about it I’m reminded of the absolutely rancid, disgusting things Ichiruki stans have to done to others in the fandom, and even after nearly five years after Bleach has ended I still tense up when someone says they like Ichiruki over Ichihime precisely because of the behavior of the stans, just like I side-eye people who say Edelgard is the best lord. Do they like them because they simply prefer them over the other(s) and they’re not totally fuckin’ bonkers, or are they totally fuckin’ bonkers.
And, like, that’s not fair! I know that! But I can’t help but think that when such a loud amount of people act in such deplorable ways just because someone didn’t like a bunch of lines on paper/pixels on a screen.
To all the nice Ichiruki and Edelgard fans, hope y’all are havin’ a nice day.
Long, crazy ass explanations as to why X =/= X (and if anything actually means Y)
Teacher theory for 3H. How Edelgard totally didn’t hire Kostas to kill Dimitri and Claude and was only thwarted because Claude booked it, but how she definitely actually meant to simply scare away the teacher that was with them so that Jeritza could be pulled from his already existing position in Garreg Mach to teach one class so that Edelgard can kinda keep a sorta closer eye on exactly one of the other classes (and just do shit all about the other one I guess), because Jertiza’d be able to gleam so much from teaching a class for a few hours a day I promise
But for Bleach, you also have one particularly infamous theory positing shit that don’t real, with enough renown to be known by a specific name, and that’s the Lust Arc = Fail essay
To explain what the essay is about, I have to set the scene up a bit. Imagine, you, with your tiny little monkey brain, are watching Bleach, and you get to the part where Main Boyo is fighting against Villain to save Girly. Other Guy is there too - this is important. Main Boyo tries his hardest to fight Villain, but is ultimately shot through the fucking chest with a laser from Villain and dies. Like, for bit actually dies. Girly breaks down, has a straight up mental breakdown because she always “knew” that Main Boyo could do anything, and now he’s been killed and is dead in front of her. She screams out Main Boyo’s name, hysterically begging him to save her and protect her because holy shit the love of her life has been brutally murdered in front of her what the fuck. But Main Boyo, from literally beyond the line of death, hears her pleas and snaps back to life as a monster, with the sentence “I MUST PROTECT” repeatedly running through his head and being the only sentence he ever says while in this form, with him fucking destroying Villain and even going so far as to directly hurt Other Guy when Other Guy tries to stop Main Boyo from utterly stomping on Villain. Girly is the only person Main Boyo does not directly hurt, and when Villain is damn sure gonna fuckin’ kick the bucket that is when Main Boyo reverts back human. Everyone is more than a little shocked at what happened, but it’s clear from how relieved Girly is when Main Boyo comes back safe and sound that while this event fundamentally will change their relationship (and it does), it is still one that is extremely strong and they won’t let it get between them (and they don’t).
Now, when looking at the summary, you, with your absolutely miniscule peanut of a brain, might come away thinking, “Hm, Main Boyo might kinda care for Girly given that he literally rose from the dead to protect her and only her and went back to normal once she was safe” and you poor fool would be oh so wrong, because actually, this is all proof that Mian Boyo doesn’t care for Girly and that Villain actually cared more for Girly than Main Boyo ever could.
Without diving too deeply into the absolute lunacy of the Lust Arc = Fail essay, that was its main premise. That Ichigo, after rising from the literal dead directly after Orihime begged and pleaded that he protect and save her and then going on to protect and save specifically her (as Uryu - Other Guy - is also a friend of Ichigo’s and got his fucking arm cut off by Monster!Ichigo), is proof against Ichihime being romantic in any way and was not, in fact, a fuckin’ giant neon flashing sign that read THESE TWO ARE GONNA GET TOGETHER. It was the dumbest shit ever, but Ichiruki stans, much like Edelstans with Teacher Theory, clung to it like white on rice. It didn’t matter how much it was utterly debunked, it didn’t matter how the base premise was stupid as fuck, they point to it as the pinnacle of meta for their respective fandoms in their respective spaces.
And all of this leads me to um... the one I’m kinda the most worried about?
Stan Behavior
Edelstans are their own unique brand of awful in that that the shit they spew is particularly... worrying (”genocide isn’t bad if they aren’t human and also they kinda deserved it” “imperialism isn’t that bad really” the mentally ill should be put down if they’re deemed ~too far gone~” among other... wonderful takes...), and their behavior is also quite shitty, harassing content creators that go against the Approved Opinions (Ghast) or forcing people to take down fanart and in general infecting nearly every Rhea space with all kinds of disparaging comments no one asked for. They actively make the fandom a worse space, and when they flare up it’s almost always noticeable (again, Ghast)
Bleach?
Oh boy.
Guys. If you weren’t there for the Canonization of Ichihime (2016). You dodged a fucking bullet.
The outrage was out-fuckin’-rageous. Their behavior was some of the worst reactions anyone has ever seen come from the canonization of a ship in a shounen. This includes, but is not limited to:
Someone tearing apart all 70+ volumes of Bleach and burning it in their bathroom
In fact, multiple people tearing up Bleach and burning it, while keeping the Ichiruki moments and taping it to their walls
A Rukia cosplayer, in Rukia cosplay, printing out the final color spread of the end-game couples and their friends lounging about - with colored ink and all - and burning it, while filming herself doing so
Ichiruki porn being sent to Tite Kubo
Tite Kubo being accused of grooming a 15 Orihime cosplayer with no proof
Tite Kubo being accused of lying about his various health issues
Ichigo and Rukia being drawn cheating on their spouses with each other - and some of that also being sent to Tite Kubo
Tite Kubo being chased off Twitter by Ichiruki stans... again
Ichihime shippers getting sent death threats
Ichihime shippers getting called delusional for thinking their ship had a chance before the endgame couples were revealed, and then being called delusional for thinking their ship had any real basis and wasn’t pulled “out of nowhere”
Tite Kubo being accused of hating women because of Orihime being shown in an apron in the last chapter and Ichiruki stans jumping to the conclusion she became a housewife, and then Tite Kubo being accused of hating women because when it was revealed that Orihime has a job in a bakery to pay for college later they insisted what Kubo should have done was have Uryu, who’s a doctor at that point, pay for Orihime’s college instead of having Orihime pay for it with her own money
And mind you, this is only the stuff I’ve personally seen and experienced
I am hoping and praying that Edelstans never get as bad as Ichiruki stans did in 2016, but with how otherwise similar they are my hopes are dwindling more and more. I guess I can take solace in the fact that they aren’t quite... that bad yet? In terms of actions, at least? Their sentiments though are infinitely worse, so like... cool
#what the hell do I even tag this#i guess like#fandom observations#fandom critical#fandom criticism#yeah shit got BAD in the Bleach fandom in 2016#and I fear what the return of the anime is gonna have in store#things already don't look good in the 3H fandom so like... yeah#wanted to get the Bleach rant off my chest for a long ass while now lol so glad I could do that#again wanna reiterate that this isn't exclusive to Bleach and 3H this is just my experience with them
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Hi, I just finished burdens and OML 🥺🥺🥺
May I request some sort of megumi x reader continuous where the reader ends up becoming a powerful sorcerer (or a cursed spirit👀 whichever you’d like tbh) megumi and the reader somehow cross paths again a little while after the break up and he witnesses her fighting for the first time? I just know that boy would fall in love all over again but she’s moved on and he feels guilty and just angst? And maybe fluff idk. I’m new to requests so I hope I did this right, thank you so much❤️❤️
burdens pt. 2
a/n: hello, part two of this not-so-lovely story is finally here. every single one of you is allowed one free punch to my face for taking so long to write it,,, i’m so sorry. this is its fourth rewrite and it got a little darker than expected but it’s finally done,, i hope you enjoy <3
fushiguro megumi x f!reader
synopsis: you finally see megumi again at the kyoto sister school goodwill event
tags/warnings: angst, some graphic depictions of violence, character death
word count: 3k
“Do you know how tired I am of watching the people I love die? Things would be so much easier for me if you just stayed the fuck away”.
Megumi’s bitter words were on repeat in your head — the harshness of his voice leaving a hollow feeling carved into your chest. Tear-stained cheeks and shaky breathes had become your new normal these past few days. Tight, sharp pains filled your empty stomach, waves of nausea coursing through your body.
You’ve had no motivation to get out of bed lately, nevermind to shower or cook yourself a proper meal — honestly, for all you cared you could rot away in your blanket filled bed. You checked your phone like a fiend too, thinking that eventually, a miraculous text from Megumi would appear and make everything better. It never did.
He’d completely ghosted you since that dreadful day, and that hurt more than anything. You’d held onto a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he hadn't meant what he said. But as the days continued to pass, your hope quickly dwindled.
To say your current state was shameful was putting it lightly, and you were embarrassed at how poorly this was effecting you. You liked to think that you were strong, motivated, independent — that you didn't need some douchebag just to feel happy. But truth be told, breakups are fucking hard, and it's okay to not be okay for a while — or at least that's what you kept telling yourself.
So when you were trudging miserably down the street to your local convenience store and you saw a familiar pair of jujutsu sorcerers, you wanted desperately to sink into the ground. You made a quick turn to head to a different shop, but it was too late, you were spotted.
“y/n! hey!” Two lighthearted voices sang through the air, filling your ears and making your heart clench in your chest.
You turned around and anxiously approached them, your unkempt hair and baggy eyes sending looks of concern across their faces.
“Hey girl, you good?” Nobara shot you a sideways glance, Maki raising a suspicious eyebrow.
“Yeah, uh, ice cream,” You croaked, speaking for the first time in a couple days, “I’m here for ice cream, that’s all”.
“Yeah, but why do you look like a fucking zombie?” Maki pushed her eyeglasses further up her nose, her sharp eyes looking you up and down.
“Ah, he didn’t say anything to you guys, did he?” You shook your head, heavy eyes falling to ground as you refused to meet theirs.
“Don’t tell me…” Nobara’s face contorted, “Did he break up with you?”
You nodded, a pitiful chuckle falling from your lips, because if you didn’t laugh, you’d start sobbing right now.
Maki threw her arm around your shoulder, pulling you to her side and ushering you into the store, “It’s okay, men suck. Hang out with us today”.
Meanwhile, Nobara trailed quickly behind the two of you, anger seething from her teeth and steam practically billowing out of her ears.
“That fuckhead! I swear I’ll fuck his shit up big time, he won’t even know what fucking hit him. I knew that boy was stupid but shit, this is a whole new low for him! I-,” She continued to ramble and rant as Maki led you through the store, picking out drinks and snacks to help ease your pain.
The three of you ended up in a nearby park, sitting around a small picnic table and gorging on the massive array of snacks. Lighthearted conversation and lots of food make your chest ache a little less, and you even found yourself laughing and chatting as if things were normal. You’d told the two of them all about that day, about Megumi’s irrational words and his tragic breakdown that led to some kind of fucked-up break up sex.
“So, how are we gonna get back at him? Egg his car? Put bleach in his shampoo? Bugs in his food? God - it’s a shame his dad is dead because from the pictures I’ve seen that man was FINE and revenge sex—,”
“Nobara,” Maki shot her idiot girlfriend a dirty look, and the orange-haired girl quickly shut her mouth, “As much as I support any idea that revolves around ruining a man’s day, I don’t think revenge is the healthiest coping strategy here”.
You were tracing your eyes around Maki’s face as she spoke, and you found yourself carefully inspecting her purple glasses that rested softly on the bridge of her nose. And that’s when it clicked, the light bulb ignited in your head and you knew exactly what you wanted to do.
“Maki,” your voice was urgent, “You don’t have cursed energy, you can’t even see them without your glasses!”
Her face twisted and her nose scrunched, a look of distaste in her eyes, “I know?”
“So, you could teach me, right? You could help me learn how to use some cursed weapons?”
“Yeah! You have to Maki, then she can beat his ass with me,” Nobara chimed in.
“That’s not a bad idea actually,” Maki’s mouth formed an evil grin, “Could you imagine his face after watching you exorcise a curse?”
The three of your conversed for a bit longer, speculating and potting about training, weapons, and your very own pair of curse-seeing glasses. By the end of the night you had a plan, and a pretty good one if you say so yourself.
From that day on, teary eyes and achy hearts were a thing of the past, not because it was that easy to get over Megumi, but because Maki didn’t even allow you the time to feel dismal anymore. You met her everyday after classes without fail, and everyday she would train you until you thought your arms would fall off. After months and months of sore muscles, sweat, and the occasional injury, you were convinced that Maki was incapable of feeling pity or remorse for other living things. Every time you speculated about quitting, she’d set a fire under you, unafraid to remind you how weak you still were.
The green-haired sorcerer had ultimately decided that you worked best dual-armed -- a long, lightweight blade in each hand. On your final day of training, she officially gifted the two swords to you, as a “graduation” gift.
Skill-wise, you were by no means as incredible Maki, but you definitely held your own, and the progress you’d made in a mere 8 months was astronomical. They’d introduced you to a strange silver-haired man at some point, Gojo, who had taken not only an interest in you but also your plot against your ex-boyfriend. He cackled to himself when you told him why you were here, going on and on about how priceless Megumi’s face would be when he saw you.
Your appearance was highly anticipated, so why not debut at one of the biggest jujutsu events all year? The Kyoto Sister School Goodwill Event — Gojo thought it was the most perfect idea.
You tried hard to exude confidence as you walked at Nobara and Maki’s sides, but behind your arrogant facade your stomach was twisting itself into knots. Truthfully, you were scared to see Megumi again after so long.
And when your eyes met with his as you walked into the meeting room, you thought you just might pass out. You thought you were ready for this — but the look of complete shock, fear, and anger on his face as he looked you up and down almost made you regret all of it.
“What’s going on?” Megumi’s words were incredibly calculated, an edge on his voice.
His question was pointless, however, because judging by the fact that you were wearing a jujutsu tech uniform and had two swords sheathed at your sides could only mean one thing. Your hair was longer now too, and your frame was wider with an extra layer of muscle from all the training — you almost looked like a different person.
“I’ve been training with Maki, I-,” You spoke up to explain yourself, but you weren’t even granted the opportunity.
“No, no, Maki, what the hell did you do?” His eyes were shaky and laced with concern.
“I only did what she asked me to. I’m not the one who gave her a complex about being weak, you did that,” Maki shrugged, “and she’s not your girlfriend anymore dude, what do you care?”
Absolute confliction flashed through his eyes, uncertainty and madness swirling in his irises, “You’re right, I don’t care. Let me know when the event is starting”.
He took a sharp turn out of the room and let the door slam a little too hard behind him. The sound of his icey voice and the door shutting with unkind force was all too reminiscent of the night you broke up. Burying every emotion you had deep into your stomach you gave Maki a small, reassuring smile and plopped down on one of the couches.
“Alright, so when does this thing start?”
after the start of the event
Fighting the Kyoto students was proving to be much harder than you initially expected, but you were holding your own at Maki’s side. The two of you had easily taken down a small, kind, blue haired girl named Miwa, and now you were watching an emotional battle between Maki and her sister unfold.
Wait here, she’d told you, I want to do this one myself. Take some notes on my form and watch our backs, okay?
Okay, you’d said, a little confused but ultimately finding a nice spot up in a thick tree to carefully observe from. Maki was truly a force of nature, and it seemed like the other girl never actually had a chance of winning. It was honestly only a few minutes before the small black, haired girl was slumped against a tree and Maki was making her way back to you. Things were looking good, two of Kyoto’s student’s were down already and adrenaline was pumping through your veins.
You couldn't quite shake the awful feeling churning in your stomach though, and Megumi’s face was haunting your thoughts. You hadn’t seen him since before the event started, when an odd, pink haired boy jumped out of a box and freaked everyone out. Nobara had later explained who he was and what had happened, and you wondered how many awful surprises Gojo had planned today -- first you, then that.
A small rumble rippled under your feet, and Maki grabbed your arm as you watched a giant brown vine lurch it’s way out of the ground a few hundred yards in the distance.
“That technique doesn’t belong to anyone from Kyoto,” She shot you a look of concern and determination, “let’s go check it out”.
You gave her a firm nod, the two of you making your way towards the horrifying wooden vines. By the time you managed to arrive, Inumaki was already down and so was a dark-haired boy from Kyoto. A muscular, white curse with black markings and wooden branches for eyes was moments away from taking Megumi on all by himself — thank god you got here in time to help.
Megumi, however, was horrified when he saw you jump over the tall roofed building with Maki at your side. He’d just watched two incredible sorcerers get their shit rocked by this curse, there was no way you would stand a chance against this thing. But before he could even try to stop you, you and the green-haired sorcerer were flying through the air and taking shots at the curse. The two of you worked perfectly in sync, the months of daily training finally paying off.
He watched with intent glazed over his eyes, his heart threatening to lurch up his throat. You were a spectacle, and he always thought you were beautiful but seeing you now with dirt and blood stained clothes, cursed weapons gripped firmly in your hands, you truly were ethereal. He hated it though, he hated that he was falling in love with you all over again, especially under these circumstances. Guilt and anxiety was eating away at him — why did you have to get involved? Why couldn’t you have just stayed away like he told you to?
He was quick to join the two of you, sticking close to your side to protect you if need be — but, even with all three of you together the curse still had the upper hand. Maki had been swatted to the side, her back slamming hard against one of the tiled roofs and knocking her unconscious. It was down to just the two of you now, beads of sweat causing your hair to uncomfortably stick to the back of your neck. This was something that Maki’s training could have never prepared you for.
Megumi was getting tired, taking one wrong step and losing his footing momentarily. The curse saw this as a perfect window of opportunity, sending a spiral of vines and branches hurling for Megumi. It was fast, but the adrenaline coursing through you helped you to move faster, launching yourself through the air and intercepting the attack. The barky, wooden vines twisted violently through your stomach, shooting clean through your back and ripping a violent scream from your throat.
It hurt so bad, feeling the plant wriggle through your organs and tear you apart from the inside out. The curse retracted his vine a few moments later, leaving your mangled body to fall helplessly to the roof. Tears rippled from your eyes, your body shaking and seizing as you coughed up a few sprays of blood.
A long, strong pair of arms scooped you up instantaneously, and your head was resting against a firm chest — probably Megumi, but you didn’t quite have the energy to open your eyes to check.
“We’ll take it from here, get her to Ieiri!” You heard a pair of deep voices yelling to Megumi, but it was too foggy and far away for you to understand what they were saying.
Megumi was seething with anger, moving as fast as his feet could carry him and he ran through the school. As you waved in and out of consciousness, you batted open your eyes, stealing quick glances at his twisted features and — were those tears on his face?
“I- I’m sorry Megumi… I think I finally understand what you were so afraid of all this time,” Your voice was barely a croak, “when I saw it coming, I couldn’t stomach the thought of having to watch you die. I suddenly just thought I would do anything to keep you safe”.
Yeah, those were definitely tears, you could see them a little clearer now. His eyes were red and his cheeks were dried with salty streaks.
“You’re so thick-headed,” he mumbled, his grip around you tightening slightly as he picked up his pace, “I wish you would have made that realization before there was a giant hole in your stomach”.
“Me too,” You hummed, but you weren’t really in any pain anymore. The pain had subdued to a sweet warm sensation inside your stomach, and an intoxicating sleepiness was washing over your head, “I was angry for a long time, but I’m not mad at you anymore, Gumi. I hope you can forgive me too”.
You offered him a tiny smile, but the blood leaking from between you keeps made it anything but sweet.
“There’s nothing to forgive you for, you never did anything wrong,” He spoke quickly, his voice quiet and cracking.
“No, but we’re not gonna make it to Ieiri, I know that and so do you,” You fell into a violent fit of coughs again, sputtering red splatters all over the front of his uniform.
“Shut up”.
“It’s not your fault, none of it was ever your fault,” you choked out once the fit of coughs subsided — and you weren’t just talking about yourself, you were talking about all of the unfortunate tragedies he’d witnessed throughout this life.
“And you’re allowed to be selfish sometimes, you know? I hope that when you meet someone, your soulmate even, you can allow yourself to love them with every part of you”.
The words painfully left your lips, but you meant every single one of them. You were starting to realize that you and Megumi were never meant to make it to the end. You weren’t his soulmate, you were here to help him grow, so that when he did finally meet them he’d be ready.
“You deserve to be loved, Megumi,” You looked up at him with big eyes, but his face was starting to get really fuzzy now.
Your fingers were going numb and your mouth felt like it was filled with sand. You were so tired, letting your eyes flutter shut and your head rest softly against Megumi’s chest. You felt him stop running, you could even hear him screaming at you — but it was too far away for you to hear. You drifted closer and closer to eternal sleep, your soul swollen with love for the boy who broke your heart.
Megumi didn’t even feel sad when you stopped breathing in his arms — he just felt hollow. More empty and broken than he’d ever thought possible. You were the most incredible person he’d ever met — someone with extreme motivation, who acted with no fear or hesitation, who always had love to give, even when he didn’t deserve it. He’d never forget you, not for as long as he’d live anyway.
Even when he did meet a new girl a few years later — a compassionate, brave girl, who reminded him a lot of you — he wouldn’t forget. He wouldn’t forget your words and for the first time in his life he’d let his walls down for her. He’d allow himself to truly love, and be loved in return.
And maybe you were right, maybe he did deserve to be loved like this, because god, he finally feels whole again when she’s around. He just wishes you were still here so he could say thank you.
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Pack Tactics (Werewolf x Reader)
Pairing: Fem!Reader/Male!Werewolf
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Established Couple, Angst with a happy ending
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2896 words
Summary: You are in a wonderful relationship with your sweet partner, Gray. But this far into the relationship, you’ve yet to tell him you have no intentions ever of having kids. You can’t help but wonder, how will your child-loving werewolf boyfriend will react?
Request: I live for very specific comfort! No pressure if this doesn’t inspire you or if you just don’t want to write it obvi.... but could I have a f!reader x m!werewolf where the reader is 100% sure she doesn’t want to have kids ever never ever in any capacity and is worried about how her werewolf bf is going to react, worried she’ll be dumped or something (ya know cause idk I feel like werewolves are built with a breeding kink and like into the whole having a lot of pups) there can be smut if you want!! I love me some dramatic angst comfort :)))))))
A/N: Sorry this took so long y’all, school and stuff has been kicking my ass. But writing this sweet little fic has been a nice reprieve from my work. Hope you enjoy!
“Alright, I’ll get the chicken, the asparagus, and the pasta. You’ve got the wine and the dessert?”
“Sure thing.”
The two of you nod, Gray stepping away from the grocery cart before you call out to him.
“And not one of those huge tubs of ice cream.”
Gray emits a dramatic whine, pouting.
“But the big one is 25 cents cheaper than those little pints. It’s practically free!”
You furrow your brow and pat him on the shoulder.
“Not if we don’t finish them, they aren’t. Now go.” Gray rolls his eyes, clutching his heart and throwing his head back. You playfully push him, walking away with the grocery cart and towards the deli section. You can see the top of Gray’s wild brown hair as he moves into the next aisle, his 6’5” form towering over all the little old ladies who usually crowd the store.
You’re browsing the chicken, trying to decide between 2 breasts or a full rotisserie, when a familiar sound reaches you.
“Oh! If it isn’t ____.” You forcibly paint a smile, fingers automatically clenched around the stellafoam package as you turn to see your next door neighbor Mrs. Star. Her teased, bleached blonde hair teeters on top of her head, bobbing back and forth with the clack of her neon blue heels. While you can respect the 60-year old for digging her feet in and refusing to update her wardrobe from the 80’s, her pension for gossip is a little less admirable. “Shocked to see you out and about, what with that big ol boyfriend of yours.” She says, blue eyeshadow crinkling into a wink and nudging you with your elbow. You wheeze a bit, quickly covering it with a laugh. “Back in our honeymoon phase, Richard and I barely left the bedroom. And he was half-way balding back then, not the babe-a-rama you got going over there.” Mrs. Star’s laugh reaches a pitch almost too high for your human ears to pick up, maybe even giving Gray 2 aisles over a headache.
“Well, y’know, gotta keep our energy up.” You wince, immediately berating yourself for that comment. Mrs. Star throws her hand up in a “oh, you” gesture, letting out another half-whistle half-screeching chuckle.
“Oh I do, honey, I do.” She sends you another dramatic wink, which you return with a shaky smile. The corner of your cart bumps into hers as you begin walking along the meat aisle, trying to forcibly end this interaction. But Mrs. Star pulls off an impressive turn with her cart and strolls alongside you. She does little to hide her wandering eyes, trying to piece together any juicy info from your groceries. “So, are you two trying for kids yet?”
The wheels squeal to a sudden stop, forcing you to choke on your saliva as the shopping cart’s handle digs into your stomach. You keep your gaze locked on the frozen steaks and turkeys, already way past the chicken you meant to grab.
“Uhhh, no. We’re not really in the phase of our relationship yet.”
Mrs. Star clicks her tongue, pressing her hand to her chest in a show of embarrassment. “I’m sorry, dearie. Old habits you see, whenever a new couple moves in together I assume they’re halfway to the wedding already. You young kids like to take it slow, huh?”
You nod, hastily grabbing a package of buffalo wings, hoping for an excuse to escape this conversation.
Mrs. Star continues to walk by you, her cart blocking off any convenient means to leave unless you significantly pick up her speed. Her eyes glance over the sweats sat in a display in the center of the aisle, humming a small tune.
The end of the aisle is approaching, you’re almost home free! You ready your feet to book it with an excuse, but Mrs. Star clears her throat and begins to speak.
“Now dearie, I don’t mean to pry-”
What do you call these last 3 minutes, Star?
“But I’d at least pop on a ring on that finger soon. Someday someone’s going to snatch that boy up like a piece of meat, saying all the right things. Men got all those suspicions about over-the-hill pregnancies, his eyes might start wandering. That’s how my first divorce went, so I should know.”
You pull your cart to a stop, breathe catching as you look at Mrs. Star, shocked. You can handle some inappropriate questions, but to question your boyfriend’s loyalty and insulting your relationship is crossing another line. Your brows furrow with a simmering anger, your cheeks heating up as you're ready to let loose.
“Well, Mrs. Star, if you must know I have the most wonderful boyfriend on this side of the planet, and unlike your deadbeat first husband, he’s as loyal as they can be.” Mrs. Star looks at you, eyes widened and right hand halfway to grab a pack of oreos. You huff, pushing your cart away from hers and towards the cash register. Right before you leave her sight, you turn back to her with a simpering smirk. “Have a great day, Mrs. Star!”
Your heart is heaving with anger, prepping a rant to Gray about the horrible interaction you just had. On the other side of the store, you spot Gray, his curly hair all tussled, holding a large Rosé and a package of ice cream sandwiches. Just the sight of his back calms you a bit, excited for some delicious food and late-night cuddles. You jog a little towards him, but slow down when you see him crouch down, looking at something hidden from your sight.
You turn your shopping cart slightly, trying to peer behind his massive form, and freeze.
Gray’s sticking out his tongue, pushing up his nose, and making many more silly gestures to a baby in a stroller. The baby laughs, it’s chubby cheeks bright red as Gray blows another raspberry, thrashing its arms up and down with joy. The dad is laughing at Gray’s antics, leaning down and patting his kid on the head.
Gray promptly stands up, sending another big smile to the kid, before waving goodbye. The six-month-old waves back, uncoordinated and decidedly adorable. Gray laughs, turning away and walking towards you.
Your feet feel cemented to the floor, heart down in your stomach.
He’s a natural, you think, nausea building up in your throat.
Gray was the oldest of eight, not a large number for a werewolf family. You adored them, and they you, but Gray had a way of dealing with his youngest siblings. Whether it was letting them climb all over him like a jungle gym, or attending imaginary tea parties, Gray was a pro. He was the guy to cram himself into a tiny chair at the kids table, eating tiny cookies and cracking jokes. ‘Dad’ seemed to be stamped into his very being, the cuddly werewolf with a love of children. He’s any mother-in-law’s dream.
But all those sweet things turn sour when you think about what Mrs. Star said. Gray, moving on without you.
Gray’s eyes light up when he sees your cart, jogging over and holding up the bottle of wine like a prize.
“Hey!” He says, quickly sliding an arm around your waist and giving you a peck on the cheek. “I got your favorite, and those delicious mint-chocolate sandwiches.”
His happy voice and comforting touch help abate whatever it is your feeling, but the way Gray’s brow furrows tells you your discomfort is present in your eyes. “Is everything okay?” His large hand comes up and rubs your shoulder. You give him a shaky smile, fighting away negative thoughts with a bat.
“Yeah, let’s go home.”
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Wet fur presses up against your bare neck as you lazily stir the boiling water, Gray’s shifted muzzle now snug in the crook of your shoulder, the white flecks across his dark fur peeking into your periphery. Your free hand instinctively goes back to scratch between his ears, causing him to let out a satisfied huff, hot air blowing across your chest.
“That smells good baby.”
“It’s just salt and water Gray. The pasta’s barely al dente.”
Gray laughs, turning his head slightly so he can press a small kiss onto your cheek.
“You could make even that taste delicious, ____”
You dramatically roll your eyes, pushing away his chin as he continues to peck and nip at your neck. After showering Gray always made sure to rub in some cherry-blossom leave-in conditioner into his fur. The artificial perfumes just lightly touch your senses, but the mental connection they have to Gray make them smell that much sweeter. You turn and give him a quick kiss on the lips, patting his shoulder once more.
“Do you mind setting the table? Maybe get started on those messy dishes?”
“No problem.” Gray mumbles, reluctantly pulling away from you and tugging up the towel that hangs loose on his hips. He barely needs to reach for your fancy plates on the top shelf, his chest muscles flexing and bicep taut. Even with his thick fur, you can see the bone of his clavicle which accentuates his long neck.
God, he’s so hot.
You think, smirking a bit as you continue stirring.
And all mine.
You hum, but the cheery mood you’re in quickly sours once you remember your conversation with Mrs. Star. That small seed of doubt seems to grow and leech from your chest.
2 years into this relationship and the two of you have only danced around the conversation of the future. You of course had agreed on living together, what your career paths looked like, even the potential of getting married in a couple years, but never kids. As two 20-somethings, you felt like you had all the time in the world.
But the thing was, you didn’t really need all the time in the world.
You didn't want kids. Even with your family or your neighbors needing that your opinion “might change some day,” you were confident in that decision. Not that you hated them, you just could never picture yourself being a mom. A fun aunt, maybe, but never a mom. It wasn’t even a point of contention in your own mind; The picture of you, your partner, and maybe a couple of pets thriving into your elders was bliss enough.
You sneak a glance to Gray, now clothed and back turned to you as he sets the table. He’s diligently folding the napkins into fun shapes, a ritual he does every date night. From the hole in his jeans you can see his tail wagging, content as he hums to the low radio playing on the window sill.
A smile crawls onto your face, a small giggle escaping you as you watch Gray’s hips bob to the beat, silently mouthing the words. You snort as he does a dramatic little shoulder shift, Gray’s head whipping back towards the kitchen as you throw your hand over your mouth.
“What, don't you like my moves?” Gray says, shimmering his shoulders again, a large grin across his face.
“They could use some work, Kevin Bacon.” Gray clutches his chest, throwing his head back in mock pain.
“You wound me. After all these years, you would cut me so deep?”
“Sure would.” You turn back towards the simmering pasta, setting the wooden spoon on the rim and brushing your hands on your jeans. “Oof!” You squeak as you yanked away, Gray wrapping his arms around your waist, twirling you in a stumbling circle.
“And how ‘bout now, m’lady?” Gray simpers, eyebrow cocked. Your hands slap his chest as you laugh. He lets your feet back down on the floor, but keeps his arms locked around your waist. The two of you slow dance to the beat, and when the chorus hits, Gray gives his worst rendition possible. You bemoan and feign plugging your ears, but find yourself singing along anyway.
Everything about Gray is warm and bright, from his goofy grin to his excitable tail to his two left feet. He adds that pep of energy to your daily routine, pulling you out of an exhausting cycle for a quick jog to the beach or an episode of your favorite drama. Gray fills out all of those little spaces, makes them a little less gray.
Your head rests against his chest, feeling the fur through the fabric of his t-shirt as the two of you sway back and forth.
You want it to stay this way.
But that pestering weed squeezes your heart again, forcing images of Gray with a kid on his shoulders. Showing up to little-league football games with a big cooler and a “#1 dad” T-shirt. All those little moments, all without you.
You can’t fight the deep sigh, pressing your face even deeper into Gray.
Just let me have this. Just this moment, just for now.
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“Ugh, I think my stomach is going to explode from excess-pasta.”
Gray huffs, laying his head on your lap as the two of you slump onto the couch. His tail wags lazily, flickering back and forth as his legs swing over the coach's side, his long torso bunched up as he curls into you. The fur of his head is soft as you twist your fingers into it. “But I gotta say, what a way to go out.”
You giggle, losing your thoughts in his soft fur. Gray lets out another deep breath, nuzzling his face into your hand. You brush over his cheek with your thumb, admiring the cheekbone you feel just underneath.
But that burning question refuses to leave your mind, and you ask it without even thinking.
“Do you want kids, Gray?”
Gray’s eye’s stay closes, his posture relaxed as he sinks into your massaging fingers.
“Hmmm, maybe. Never really thought too much about it. Why?”
Your throat dries up, mind reeling. It wasn’t even a definitive yes, but your heart is still reeling. Your fingers pause and Gray's eyes open. He shifts his head when he sees the look on your face, concerned. “Babe?”
You nod, eyes still wide, trying to fight off the inklings of a panic attack. Gray pushes himself up on his elbows, paw quickly coming to caress your cheek. “Baby, is everything alright?”
You find the energy to breathe, and suck in deeply. Your heart begins to slow down as you look into Gray’s yellow wolf eyes. You dig your cheek into his large palm, smelling the perfume of his conditioner.
“Yes, sorry, I just-” You pause, taking another deep breath. “I ran into Mrs. Star in the grocery store, and-I’m sorry I’m overthinking things.” You mutter, patting yourself on the cheek as to snap yourself out of your mood. Grays other hand rubs the back of your neck.
“It’s okay, baby, I’m here. Did she say something?”
“No-Well, yes. It’s silly, typical Star things. She just brought up how ‘ought to get started having kids, and it just-” You let out a shaky sigh, pulling away Gray’s hand with your own and looking him straight in the eye. “I don’t want to have kids, ever.”
In Gray’s eyes, you expect to….something. Confusion, disappointment, maybe? But instead, all you see is relief. Gray rests his paw on your thigh, squeezing it.
“_____, is that what you’ve been worrying about?” You nod, throwing your eyes back down, but Gray tilts your chin towards him. “If you don’t want kids, we won’t have kids. Simple as that.”
Your eyes widen and you pull your face back.
“Seriously? But-what if-”
“____, I grew up with eight siblings. I’m going to have to deal with more nieces and nephews then I can count on my fingers and my toes, I think I can handle not having kids.”
A weight lifts off of your chest and you slump forward into Gray, pressing your forehead against his clavicles as you let out a long, relieved sigh. He laughs, patting your back and kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry you had to deal with this all day, I didn’t even realize you were so upset.”
You slap his chest, letting out another frustrated sigh. With him? No, but yourself, and Mrs. Star, for stirring up nightmares for no damn good reason.
“It’s not your fault, it’s mine for being so paranoid.” You press your chin up, pouty lips admiring your boyfriend's face. “I’m sorry for freaking out. She really got me into my own head.”
“No apologies needed baby.” Gray says, giving you a small peck. You send him a cheesy smile, chasing after his lips with a couple of small kisses. A low rumble growls out from his chest as you nip at his jawline. Behind him, you hear his tail begin to hump on the floor.
“Hmm, does that mean you feel better?” You nod, pressing another kiss into his pulse point.
“Yes, thank you for letting me get that out.” Another kiss, now on his Adam’s apple.
“Welp,” Gray says, quickly adjusting himself. In another second, you yelp as he picks you up by your butt, legs quickly wrapping around his waist, “Let’s give Mrs. Star something to talk about, hmm?”
You throw your head back with a laugh, clinging tight to his chest as Gray blows a raspberry into your neck. “That good with you, my lady?”
You nod, giving him another kiss on the lips as he carries you off into the bedroom.
Yeah, you have it good.
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My very first fluff
Bokuto x reader (college au)
Warnings: fluff. Just something I dreamt of.
Why was it so hard to keep his eyes off you? It frustrated him so much to watch you. Looking at you dance, laugh and have fun with friends. Why did he even care about you anyways? Bokuto sipped the liquor from his cup and looked away. He could hear your distinct laughter over the music and large chattering crowd. He shouldn’t even be looking at other girls. But you, boy oh boy, you were... ugh! Bokuto hated that he even liked you. Hated when he’d stutter, blush or even laugh at random times if you even said a word to him. He hated that he even compared you to his girlfriend. The girl he thought he’d spend the rest of his life with. Someone he didn’t have to worry about while in separate school. But now he questioned if he loved her or thought it was easier to date someone just to fill in the romance in his life. He wasn’t looking for someone then but when she had asked him he said yes. See he didn’t get the same butterflies he did with you. He didn’t even blush when she flirted. It honestly felt like a forced relationship that was tearing down. He loved his girlfriend. He did! He prioritized her just like she wanted, did anything for her, treated her like a Queen. She was his queen, but why did his heart throb when he smelt your perfume? Why did he break out in sweat any time you approached? It was weird. So weird. Wasn’t that supposed to happen with his girlfriend? No, no maybe he just wasn’t seeing her the way he should. Maybe it’s the long distance. The time apart, the arguing, the ghosting. Yeah that could be it. Bokuto chugged the rest of his drink and disappeared into the party.
Your pov
I was having a blast. College parties were fun but it did feel a bit uncomfortable. I felt like someone was watching me. My friends hand me a small shot glass and I raised my brow at the small solo cup. “It’s plastic.” I said. “Girl whatever just take the shot and then find some blue bin to put it in.” My roommate rolled her eyes. I swallowed the shot and shivered as the hard liquor rolled down my throat. It stung and tasted horrible. I hated flavored liquor and I’m sure she gave me just that. I handed her the cup and she put another in my hand. “Again?” I complained but still took it. “Yeah we all have two!” She said taking hers. I tossed the drink back and scrunched my face. “Yuck!” I said aloud, smacking my lips. “Now let’s go!” My roommate put the cups on some random table and dragged the whole group deeper into the party.
I stumbled around the frat trying to find an exit. It was late, I was tired, hungry and drunk. I don’t even know how I’m going to make it to my dorm. I tripped over someone’s foot and hit someone with my head. “I’m sorry!” I said rubbing my head. When the person turned around I could barely make out their face. The light, intoxication and music distorted everything. “Y-YN?” The voice was very familiar. “Yeah. Who’reyou?” I asked trying to stand still but I could feel my body moving around as if my feet weren’t flat on the ground. “Are you okay?” They ignored my question. But I did too. “I think I had too much to drink.” I admitted. “Trying to get to my bed so I could sleep. It’s like 2 am.” I looked at my imaginary watch and then back to the person. I squinted my eyes hoping my vision would clear up. I vaguely made out the yellow eyes, spiked hair, and bleached tips. They were tall. My mind tried to remember who was built like them. “Bokuto! That’s your name right?” I said aloud. “Yeah, I sit behind you in Psychology.” I nodded finally remembering everything I knew about him. Which wasn’t much since we barely spoke to one another. “Well I guess I’ll see you in class Tuesday.” I tried walking pass him but he stopped me. Using his arm to block my path. “I-I’ll walk you back.” He offered. Well more like he stated. I looked up at him and nodded. I grabbed his hand, “okay walking buddy, lead the way.” I said. His fingers squeezed my hand and tried to let go. Not happening. If I let go and blink he’ll be gone. Bokuto stayed still and I groaned. I pulled him to the exit and weaved pass bodies. Holding his hand tightly so he wouldn’t get separated.
I swung our arms back and forth as I damn near skipped beside him. “Did you have fun?” I asked him. “Uh, y-yeah I guess.” He said. Avoiding any eye contact with me. “Oh really. I know you was hugging that wall. You didn’t even look comfortable. I guess that why you want to walk back to the dorms. Well lucky for you, I’m here to take you back safely.” I cheered. “Actually I’m walking you back. And I guess I’m just out of it tonight.” He confessed. “Oh boohoo. You’re in college, your fun is finally here. I’ve seen how you act around your friends all loud and energetic. You were supposed to be the main one swinging from that ugly ass chandelier.” I said to him. I heard him chuckle and smiled at him. “But seriously you shouldn’t drown your feelings with alcohol. Let’s talk about it. We got a bit of a walk.” I moved closer to him and hugged his arm. Bokuto stayed silent though until he sighed. “I, I have, I haven’t been doing too well in class.” He dropped his head. “Oh come on! That can’t be it. Everyone in there is probably failing a class. I’m failing math but that shit is super hard and I didn’t buy textbook. I think I know what it is.” I poked his arm and pressed my body against him more. Bokuto blushed and tried to hold up my weight and walk at the same time. “Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked. I pulled away from him and waited on his answer. He nodded his head. “Is she here?” I continued to ask simple questions leading into more detailed questions.
“Do you talk everyday?”
“She’s not talking to me right now.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know.
“Do you still love her?”
“Yes... maybe. Idk it’s like the feels are going away.” There it was. He began to rant. “When we both started college everything was great. We’d talk everyday, shared our schedules, even had online dates. But now she barely replies back, says she’s in class even after school hours. Last month she ghosted me for a week and said that her phone got hacked and she lost my number. How could you lose my number when you made me remember yours. Ugh! She drives me crazy. I want to love her but I’m stuck. It’s like there’s nothing to love. She slipped from my hands and I have no clue where she’s going.” He concluded. Wow. That’s tough. I rubbed his back and tried to encourage him. “Oh don’t worry. Give her time if you think she’s worth the wait. Every woman has her own struggle.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “I don’t think that she is. And I don’t want to think I used her. I thought she was perfect for me. Then someone else came along and she started to drift, I don’t know.” Wait, someone else? “As in some guy came into her life?” I asked but he shook his head. “Oooooh you like someone. Juicy. Would you like to hear my advice?” I asked. I made us stop so he could listen. “I think, this could be the liquor talking but I think you should break up. If you still feel a connection then wait for the right time to fix that relationship. But if your heart says something else then you should listen to yourself. No knows you better than you, and your body wouldn’t put itself in harms way.” I rubbed his arms and looked into his eyes. He didn’t look drunk. But how could I tell, I’m so close to just dropping to the ground. “I’ve never been in a relationship though and I don’t know your situation all that well but I know when my heart tells me something I don’t always have to listen. But sometimes the heart wants what it wants. Plus most relationships don’t last when people enter college anyway. Just a fact.” I told him. I wish I had my glasses, I could see better with them on.
At the dorm I literally remembered that I didn’t bring my key or ID. “Sooo, I actually can’t get to my room...” I said, partially embarrassed. “You can stay in my dorm. I have a single room.” He offered. My eyes lit up and my smile spread across my face. I just wanted to lay down. He led me to another dorm building and let me in. His room was on the 4th floor all the way at the end. Inside was neat. Although his volleyball obsession was very clear from the posters all over his wall. When my eyes landed on his bed I immediately jumped on it. The bed was high, he must’ve done that because he was tall. Bokuto sat on the other side and kicks his shoes off. Mine fell off my feet when I jumped. “I’m going to shower.” He said. My body shot up. I wanted to shower too. Ugh I wish I was in my room! Bokuto looked at me surprised that I got up so quickly. “Do you want to take a shower after me? I can give you clean clothes.” He got off the bed and looked through his Chester to find something for me. “You’re so nice!” I said rolling around his large bed.
Bokuto pov
What was I doing?! GFN would kill me if she knew I had a girl in my room. I can’t tell her. No one knows. I’m sure YN would even forget being in here. I pulled out a sweatshirt and shorts I practice in. When I turned back YN was standing at my mirror, making faces. How could she be so cute? “Did you dance with anyone?” She asked me. “No. Here wear this. You can shower before or after. I have extra towels.” She ignored what I said and shook her ass in the mirror. My eyes glued to her butt. Watching her dress rise up showing the colorful panty she wore. Fuck! It was hard to look away. It was hard to stop getting hard. You stood up and came over to me. I held the clothes out to you and you took it but put it down. You entangled your hand in mine and spun yourself into my chest. Moving you hips against my crotch. “Dance with me.” You said twirling around like a drunk. You were drunk. “I have a girlfriend.” I said without thinking. You frowned but then smiled. “See that. Loyalty. You should try calling her. Probably before your shower.” You dropped my hand and walked to the bed. You looked sad and disappointed.
Your pov
Who was I kidding? He has a girlfriend which you told him to break up with. Fucking Dumbass.
It was quiet and awkward after we both showered. No one spoke. We laid far away from each other. Practically falling off the bed as we both slept at the edge. I kept the blanket on my legs since I wore a sweater. Bokuto wore a white shirt with shorts. He was probably asleep too. I moved around in the bed, vey uncomfortable and hot. The sweater smelled just like him, so did the bed and the whole room. I sat up and looked at Bokuto’s back. Don’t turn around. I quickly took the sweater off and fell back into the bed. I quickly got under the blanket before he turned over. “Are you okay?” He asked. I held the blanket under my neck leaving no room for him to see what I did. I nodded my head and turned around. What time is it? I swear I always tired earlier. Why am I not asleep now? Bokuto put his hand on the back of my neck and I shivered. “You’re cold.” He stated. His hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me back to him. I squeaked and blushed. He was most definitely warm and I most definitely didn’t have a top on. His body cuddled mine. Pressing against me and squeezing me. God, why did you let my life play out like this. “Can I tell you something?” He asked me. “Yeah. I’m listening.” I said still with my back to him. “I spoke to GFN. She explained why she wasn’t replying back.” His arm pulled me closer and I could literally hear the pain in his voice. Did she cheat? Are they over with? Why am so excited about this? “What did she say?” I wanted to hug him but I just rubbed the arm that wrapped around me. “She said she wanted to break up.” He paused. “Then she told me why. She’s pregnant. She’s been going to the hospital and that’s why she’s been avoiding me.” What a turn of events. I really wasn’t expecting that. I slowly turned around making sure I still covered my chest. I hugged him softly and he hugged back. “She doesn’t deserve you.” I said. “Maybe this the sign you need to listen to your heart. I’m sure the next person will treasure you.” I felt his hands on my back. They were so big, his fingers spread out but then they ball into a fist against by my skin. Bokuto quickly and smoothly puts me on my back and kisses me. I gasped and he put his tongue in my mouth. “Mmph!” His body was way too heavy for me to push off. His tongue tried to get mine to move but when I didn’t he pulled away. “I-I I’m sorry!” I was shocked. Too shocked to kiss back. “You’ve been so nice and understanding I just-“ I cut him off. “Sex with a stranger won’t lead to closure.” I told him. “To me you’re not a stranger. I like you. A lot. The moment I saw you in class my heart just wanted to be next to you. I didn’t feel the same way about my girlfriend. I thought about you more than her. You are so fun and goofy. I thought that it was your body and the separation but the more I gave it thought the more I realized I’m in love with you.” He confessed. What? Huh?
My blush wasn’t as visible as his but I was still flustered. This has to be one of the most awkward confessions I’ve ever got. But I just so happen to like him too. He’s handsome, funny, tall, Athletic, I mean come on. He has such an extraordinary quality about him that just makes people around him look up to him and admire him. He’s smart, social, caring, just an all around amazing person. His eyes trailed lower and his face turned red. Eyes wide and alert as he gazed at my chest. I quickly folded my arms and he looked back up. As if his brain rebooted he sat up and moved. “I’m sorry.” He apologized again. He got up and headed for his door. “W-where are you going?!” I said aloud. “To let you sleep.” He opened his door and nearly closed it before I could even finish my sentence. “I don’t want to sleep alone!” I yelled. The door cracked open and the light from the hallway peered in. “I like you too but-“ he opened the door wider and was crying. He ran and tackled me on his bed. Crushing my body under his.
Narrative pov
Bokuto didn’t care if he didn’t have anyone. He truly wanted someone to relate to, to laugh at his corny jokes, give him the time of day. He didn’t want to be an accessory or molded into the perfect boyfriend. You were right for him. He knew it, he felt it. You tapped his arm to let him know that you wanted him up. “Can I finish?” You asked covering your chest with the blanket. Bokuto nodded, he’d listen to anything you say like it was his favorite radio station. “I do like you too. Love is a strong word and I’ve told you I’ve never been in a relationship so as much as my heart flutters with joy and aches with excitement to hear you like me too, I have to at least have some time. Time to see how we’d work together, time to prepare myself, time to dedicate myself to you. You play volleyball, that may be in the way of having a relationship. So we can have a trial of one month and if things go smoothly then I would love to be your girlfriend. That is if you want to start dating. If you just want sex then Imma leave because I don’t tolerate drunk sex.” “YN if it takes a year for you to feel ready then I’ll be waiting the whole year.” He kissed the back of my hand and leaned in for a hug. “Can I get your number?” Bokuto asked you. He went to get his phone so you can put them digits in.
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So for Reunion day of @inukag-week, you could go read Return to Me, since it hits all the buttons for the canon reunion. However, here I will share a WIP that is a Modern AU no one is surprised with slightly angstier vibes. I don’t really have a name for it yet.
CW: Major character is Deaf, Discussion/descriptions of an assault, Recall/memory/flashbacks
Italics - thoughts ‘Words’ - Signed “Words” - Spoken aloud
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A whisper of cloth and the near silent squeak of a sneaker on the tile floor. They sounded loud in his ears, echoing almost mockingly, an ingrained twitch in his body at the thought that they might wake her. But that wasn't going to happen. She couldn't hear them. Never would.
Crouching beside her bed, the sight of her bruised face a reminder of what he hadn't been there to protect her from, he tried to find a way to swallow his anger. No one touched her like that. No one. But I wasn't there to stop him. Trying to breathe through his intense emotions, he set each one in its own invisible box. Guilt, fear, anger, sadness and regret. He tried to deal with the guilt first. He'd known about this guy, the one following her around. Showing up at her job, following her home, trying to take her out. Too busy, too busy to see her and too busy to keep this from happening. Fool. There was the anger. Put it back in its box to be dealt with in time. Her hands were even bruised and scraped from where she'd tried to protect herself.
Nose twitching, he took in her scent and tried to find the light happy fragrance he knew. It was overlaid with antiseptic, gauze, bleach, medicine, pain. He hated hospitals. Closing his eyes to take another calming breath, Inuyasha opened them again only to find at least one of a pair of deep brown eyes staring at him. The other was swollen shut and could barely flutter let alone open. A confused frown crinkled her brow as a groan left her. Rolling her head away from him, she seemed to dismiss his presence. Waiting for her to either go back to sleep, or realize he was in fact there was agonizing. The nurse had told him before he came in that she was on relatively high doses of pain medication so the likelihood of her thinking he was a figment of her imagination was fairly high.
A moment later, his heart jumped in his chest when her gaze, less confused, returned to him. He flinched when her right hand, bandaged and bruised, lifted weakly in an attempt to make the name sign she'd given him years ago. His mouth in a thin line, he nodded. I'm here. I'm here now. He couldn't move his hands in the way he needed to in order to tell her what he wanted to say. Nothing could come close to the apology she deserved. They twitched almost uselessly in front of him, her name sign the only thing they seemed certain of. “Kagome. I'm... I should have... How are you feeling?” The corner of his mouth lifted in a tiny grin when she frowned at him, a frustrated hand raising to his lips to cover them. He had a bad habit of speaking while he signed when he was upset, a pet peeve of hers. Kagome had explained to him it was disconcerting, reading signs and reading lips at the same time. Especially when they didn't match.
'Why are you here?' The movement of her hands was slow, pained, overly careful. Again Inuyasha felt that tightness in his chest. Not just at her question, nor the lack of the usual freedom of her communication, but that she had every right to ask it. Months had gone by since he'd seen her for more than a few minutes, or at a large event where they didn't get time to talk to one another.
'I came to make sure you were alright.' A rough breath left her. Flinching at the heavy sound of it, Inuyasha tried to keep himself together. 'I should have run that...'
'Stop. Nothing can be done about it now.' But that was what made him so angry. He couldn't just kill the asshole, couldn't hurt him even after what he'd done to Kagome. The legal system, even as it tried to nail his ass for the crime, protected him from retribution. 'You saw me. You don't have to stay.' Her gaze skittered away from his when he tried to determine if that was really what she wanted.
Shaking his head at her, he gently touched her arm to get her attention. 'I'm not running away anymore. You... you have always been my friend. Just because things changed...' Kagome sucked in a breath, the scent of tears in her eyes. Inuyasha felt the weight of all they had been denying and inflicting on one another swamp him once more. He'd spent months trying to pretend none of it had happened, that he didn't need her around. She had tried to do the same. 'Your answer was fair. I was hurt and I overreacted,' he slowly explained. Her one good eye watched his hands, her gaze barely acknowledging his face. 'I'm not asking anything. I just want to be near you.' The scent of her tears grew stronger, but he could feel her relief. Whether that was relief that he wasn't pressuring her, or that he wanted to stay by her, he didn't know. Her hand, fragile and bruised, gripped his suddenly. Looking up at her he could see the grateful tilt to her mouth and the slight quiver of insecurity in her chin. She wanted to trust that he meant what he said, but feared it as well. 'I'm here as long as you want me here,' he told her with his free hand. She nodded, her grip loosening slightly as her eyes drifted shut once more. Watching her sleep, more peacefully than before, Inuyasha was caught up in remembering.
***
“You can't just leave, Kikyou. We made vows.” She glared at him, her eyes colder than he ever remembered. “You just going to take those back like they're nothing?”
Her stance straightened and she tried to stare him down. “I thought I could make this work between us. But you aren't willing to make compromises.”
Inuyasha balked at her audacity. “Compromises? Me becoming a human somehow is not a compromise Kikyou! You married me like this, promised to love and keep me like this!”
Her eyes barely betrayed her hesitation. She wanted to keep believing that what she was asking made sense, that what she wanted him to do was completely fair. But being reminded of the vows they had made to one another almost five years before made her resolve falter. “I thought things would be different,” she said quietly. “I thought you would come around.” He snorted, turning away from her. He looked down at his hands, staring at the ring on his finger. He snarled at it, ripping it off of his hand and throwing it at her feet.
“Get out. You obviously don't want to be here anymore. Here's your chance.” She didn't move for a long time, staring at the wide band that lay at her feet. He couldn't imagine what was running through her head, but he could guess that she didn't like having the argument turned around on her. “Goodbye, Kikyou.” The door slammed a moment later and he heard the thud of her feet on the stairs and her suitcases clunking into the walls as she went.
It had taken him weeks to even consider speaking of it to anyone and the first person he had gone to was Kagome. She had been his best friend from the time they were in college on. He'd always known he could tell her anything and she would lend a sympathetic eye, or tell him he was being ridiculous if he was. 'That bitch!' The sign had been harsh enough that he worried she'd bruise her chin. 'The nerve of that woman, thinking...' Inuyasha had lost most of the following rant since Kagome had been pacing and signing so furiously that he couldn't pick out more than a few signs at a time. When her eyes finally returned to him he was impressed, as usual, by the fire that lit them.
There had been times in the past when people had thought Kagome and Kikyou were sisters, even twins. They were distantly related, second cousins twice removed or something, but the resemblance was completely off-set by the difference in their eyes. He used to think Kikyou's eyes were pretty. Sharp and intelligent. But now he saw them for the edges and ice that lay at the depths.
Kagome's, on the other hand, were warm and soft. He'd never met anyone with eyes as expressive as hers. At times when she was furious, like now, they danced like flames with her anger. They could melt him when she smiled, draw him in when she cried... 'It doesn't matter now.' She looked back at him in disbelief. He chuckled a little. 'Don't get me wrong, I'm upset. There's nothing I can do. Nothing I want to do. I signed papers last week.'
'Fast,' she replied, a puff of air leaving her lips. She sat on the edge of the couch in front of him, staring at him hard. 'Sure you'll be alright?'
He was able to see the concern in her eyes and it warmed him. He nodded resolutely. With friends like his, he'd be just fine. With a friend like Kagome, he would make it through.
***
A rustle made his head pop up and he realized he'd fallen asleep next to Kagome's bed. She looked at him guiltily while he glanced around, trying to determine what was happening. Kagome's covers were slipped off of her and one foot was hanging off the bed. 'Where are you going?' he asked her, narrowing his golden eyes at her. 'You aren't supposed to be out of bed, are you?' In spite of the damage to her face, Kagome's signature stubborn look was in place.
'I have to go to the bathroom, Inuyasha.'
'Ask for help, stupid, don't try it on your own.' Sighing, he stood up and went around the bed to help her to her feet. Once she was standing, it was obvious there was no way she would have made it by herself. She was off balance, her legs were weak and she could barely see. “Keh, no way you could have done this on your own,” he mumbled at the side of her head. It was on her bad side and so she didn't see him chastising her.
***
The idea had been tearing his mind apart for weeks. What if it was right? What if Kagome really was the one? She was loving, faithful, intelligent... beautiful. All the things he had thought he'd had in Kikyou. Kagome accepted him, liked him just how he was. Why had it never occurred to him before? But now that it had, it wouldn't leave him alone. Every time he saw her, it chewed at the back of his thoughts making him awkward and bumbling around her. She teased him, telling him that he'd lost his touch with women when she encouraged him to flirt with girls at the bar. None of them compared to her, and even if they had, his heart was already elsewhere. She's it, she's perfect. He sat nervously, trying to rehearse his carefully chosen words to make her understand.
Kagome stepped into the gazebo, wondering why Inuyasha had asked her to meet him here of all places. They often walked by it, as it was the central feature of the park near her apartment, but they'd never actually been in it. Knowing that they were supposed to be going out to dinner, she had dressed up a little, but she was startled to see Inuyasha in a suit. He hated wearing suits, especially since he had to wear one to work everyday. 'You look nice,' she told him. The almost royal blue shirt looked very sharp under his black suit jacket, the top few buttons left open for a slightly more casual look. He smirked at her, but there was a nervous edge to his mouth and the way he was standing. 'Why did you want to meet here?' she finally asked him, opening the table for whatever he seemed to have on his mind. Is Kikyou back in the picture? She wondered. No, he wouldn't ask me to dinner to tell me that. What are you up to Inuyasha? He motioned for her to sit on the bench beside him, finally sitting down when she was comfortable.
Taking several deep breaths, Inuyasha was finally able to get his mind organized enough to move his hands in the right way. 'We have been friends a long time. You have been my most honest and most giving friend, when I needed it most.' Kagome's eyes, expressive as always, grew concerned. 'You have kept me from doing some pretty stupid things in the last ten years and I hope you can keep guiding me through the rest of my life. Kagome,' he paused, taking a gentle hold of her hands for a moment before releasing them to continue, 'would you allow me to court you, to become my mate?' Her face froze.
Her eyes were confused, unsure, and sad. She wanted to say yes, he could see it, but something made her hesitate. He waited impatiently for her to respond in some way until her gaze lowered to his hands, her delicate fingers brushing the stripe on his left ring finger that had just regained its proper coloring a few weeks before. He held his breath, waiting for her to do or say something more. 'I couldn't keep you from all the mistakes.'
'No, but I've learned from this one.'
Breathing out a sigh, Kagome looked up at him and then back at his hand. 'Five years is a long time, and you've only been divorced from her for a few months. Weren't you already mated?'
The bitter pain swelled in him for a moment but he managed to swallow it. He had a new chance, a better opportunity for that. One he had never thought open to him before. 'No. She didn't want that.' He ducked his head to get her to look him in the eye. 'I always had this... Feeling. In the back of my mind. I felt things going wrong with Kikyou and how often I was thinking about you didn't help. I thought it was just because you treated me so well while she was so angry all the time. I know better now.'
'Know what better?'
'That I was never meant to be with Kikyou. She couldn't love me as I am. And now I understand, it wasn't fair to her to try to force her to either.' Her bottom lip quivered in a way too familiar to him. 'What's wrong?'
She looked away a moment to gather her wits. Was he asking her this very important question because he really wanted her, or because he was hurt and lost and needed someone to come home to? She couldn't be sure, and it was too soon for him to be sure either. Turning herself back to him she finally found herself able to look him in the eye. 'Inuyasha, you know I love you dearly, I have almost since the day I met you.' She was crushed by the hopeful look in his eyes. He wanted her to say yes, she wanted to say yes... 'But it is too soon. You need to take some time to think about what you really want in life. You have a long one ahead of you.' The disappointment was almost more than she could take, the anger that replaced it even worse.
“No. You can't be serious.” She didn't respond, having read his lips, but she gave him a pleading look. “It took a lot for me to ask you that, Kagome!” She stared at him helplessly when she missed most of his words because he was angry and not forming his words properly. 'I took a big risk,' he finally signed to her, his movements jerky and furious.
'I know that. I am honored that you would ask me.' She took a deep breath. 'The day you married her hurt me too Inuyasha.' Her signs were small and careful. 'I wanted to speak up in the church and stop the whole thing. No one would have heard me,' she said with a wry, pained smile. 'I couldn't ruin things for you when you were so happy. No matter how much it hurt.' Inuyasha's eyes dropped, remembering how happy they had been, how withdrawn Kagome had been through the whole process. When they rose, Kagome continued. 'I am really flattered that you would ask me something so important. Until I know you don't think of her when you look at me, I can't take that risk.'
“Kagome,” he protested. She stood, shaking her head. 'Fine,' he snapped, the claw on his thumb jamming him in the chest. 'Forget dinner. Forget everything.' Kagome's eyes showed her hurt. All Inuyasha could think about was how she didn't deserve to feel hurt, not after rejecting him. 'Maybe I'll see you around.' He turned to leave. Feeling her small hand on his shoulder, he paused. He could not turn, kept his eyes closed...
“Yasha!” she called softly in her nasalized accent. He turned despite his determination not to, unable to ignore her when she actually spoke to him, a rarity to be sure. 'I still care about you,' she explained. 'More than I should,' she admitted, tears in her eyes. 'That's why now isn't the right time. You need to heal before we can... Anything can happen.' He scoffed and she frowned painfully. 'I will always be here for you.'
***
That having been one of the last things she said to him before he pushed her out of his life made the sting of seeing her injured even worse. She had told him that she would always be there if he needed her, had done so all through the marriage that pained her so much to sit by and watch happen. And he hadn't been there to protect her when she needed him more than ever before. Inuyasha sighed, his head hanging in his hands while Kagome slept again. Their trip to the bathroom had been difficult and frustrating for both of them. He wanted to help her, now that he was done being a selfish idiot, and she wanted to trust him to help her... The bathroom was not the place to do that. He'd ended up having to call the nurse in to help Kagome in the bathroom itself, then took over again when she was done.
“She will likely sleep for another few hours, why don't you take a break?” Sango's face was tense as she stood in the doorway, trying to look relaxed and failing. Inuyasha had a hunch that she wasn't thrilled to see him, but knew that there wasn't anywhere else he would be once she'd told him Kagome was in the hospital. “You look like you need the rest.”
Fighting the urge to growl at her and cling childishly to the side of the bed, he shook his head, looking down at its occupant. “I'm not going anywhere.”
The scoff he heard was the only warning he got. “You have no right, Inuyasha. She gave everything to you and you disappeared!” Sango knew that raising her voice wouldn't likely affect Kagome, but she kept it at a low hiss anyway. “She cried for days after you canceled that dinner and now you want to sit here and tell me you're not going anywhere?” Sango's growl was nearly inhuman. “You don't deserve it.”
He tried his hardest to keep his temper under control. Any fluctuation in his aura would likely wake Kagome. “You're right, I don't deserve it. But I'm not leaving her side. I made a mistake, and I'm going to make up for it.” Unsure if he should, he paused a moment before explaining what he now knew Kagome had never told Sango. “That night I called off dinner, I asked Kagome let me start courting her to be my mate.” He fought a smirk at the surprised gasp that came from the woman by the door. “Kagome turned me down, told me it was too soon. She was right, but at the time I was too hurt by her rejection to see it. That is why I disappeared. Because I was selfish and hurt.” Sango's stance settled into an actually relaxed pose.
“That's not an excuse,” she replied halfheartedly.
“No, but now you know why we haven't been seeing each other as much.”
Sango's eyes dropped to the floor as she contemplated what he'd told her. He was sincere, there was no doubt in her mind of that. She had sat with Kagome that night and for several nights afterward, trying to soothe her upset and not sure how to do it. Kagome had never said a bad thing about Inuyasha, but she also hadn't told her what had really happened. Knowing what she did now, she couldn't be as angry with Inuyasha. He had been making a bold move, one that had backfired. Kagome had loved him too long to allow a few months or even years waiting for him to heal from his broken marriage keep them from being together eventually. She knew that her friend had been thinking only of what was best for Inuyasha at the time and had assumed, naively, that he would appreciate that. The last few months had proven that he'd been more hurt by her rejection than he had seemed to be by his wife leaving him. “She was thinking of what was best for you,” she sighed softly. “She always does.” Inuyasha made a small grunt of acknowledgment.
Kagome had been looking out for him from the moment he'd met her at the front of a math class in a giant lecture hall their freshman year of college. She'd been staring intently at her interpreter, who also happened to be her best friend Sango, laughing at something she'd just signed to her. He, trying to find an empty spot to sit in the overly crowded lower section, had nearly bowled over the tall dark-haired translator. Kagome had jumped up, grabbing onto his arm just before the collision happened. Sango had looked just as startled as he had before looking him up and down. “There's a spot next to me,” she spoke without blinking and he had been so confused until he realized she was voicing for the girl who held onto him. He glanced at her, then back at Sango before nodding dumbly.
Watching the two young women in avid fascination through the whole class meant he'd learned only a few things they were signing and absolutely nothing about the matrices the professor had been trying to instruct them on that day. He'd been forced over the next few weeks to ask for Kagome's meticulous notes and her tutelage until he had caught up and felt comfortable in the class. Alongside his math lessons, she and Sango were teaching him to sign and he had clearly picked it up more quickly than either of the girls had expected. Soon enough he and Kagome were able to go anywhere without Sango's presence as a go-between and they were practically inseparable after that. She made him laugh more each day than he had in the twelve years since his mother had died. She understood his bouts of darkness and managed to pull him out of them. She had never pushed him to tell her about his family, his heritage, his insecurities, but they had come out of him anyway in long flowing strands on his fingertips. She cried for him, but never made him feel pitied.
Until the day Kikyou had sat next to him in a sophomore level history class, batting her eyes at him and passing him surreptitious glances, a tiny little flicker that told him he was in love with Kagome had lurked in the back of his mind. But she had never pursued him, certainly not like Kikyou had and he'd been so drawn in by Kikyou's beauty and her intelligence that the flicker had been ignored. Now, eight years later, he fully understood that the flicker had slowly become a roaring fire in the time that he had been married and now in the months since his divorce. He loved Kagome with all that he was and he fully intended to make her understand that there was no room in his heart for anyone else. He had forgiven Kikyou for expecting him to change and himself for expecting the same of her. Kagome had only ever offered her steadfast friendship, indomitable spirit and her quiet love. And while it was already more than he could ever ask for, he wanted more. He wanted the rest of her. Body, mind, spirit, heart and soul. He knew it was in her to love him like he knew he loved her. She had stood by him, talked him down from many an angry precipice during his marriage, comforted him when it was falling apart without breathing a word of the love he now knew she held for him. For his part, he wished he could claim the same selfless kind of love. He knew himself well enough to know that he had to have her as his own or he would lose it completely.
The reasoning behind her rejection of him, now that he was able to look back on it with a clearer head, proved that Kagome only wanted what would make him happy and healthy, even at the cost of her own happiness. She had been afraid he was going to make another mistake, making her his mate, when in fact it had been his mistake to have ever allowed another woman to come between the growing adoration that had been lingering in the back of his heart.
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You’re Killing Me, Woman (Klaus Hargreeves X Reader)
WC: 1141
Warnings: Swearing, making out, lots of talk about sex but nothing actually happens lol
Summary: Y/N and Klaus are enjoying having the house to themselves, or at least they think they have it to themselves
A/N: First time writing for the Umbrella Academy! I love Klaus with my whole heart so hopefully you guys like this! (also Klaus wearing the reader’s robe was inspired by that scene with Nathan in S1E2 of Misfits)
Y/N grimaced as the harsh sunlight hit her eyes, prompting her to rub them, attempting to wake herself up further. She’d have to remind Klaus to put some curtains up in his room at the academy.
Y/N smiled at the thought of her boyfriend, rolling over to give him a morning kiss only to realise he wasn’t there. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, but when she heard the distinct sound of Klaus’ off-key singing coming from somewhere in the enormous house, she felt relief wash over her.
As she stepped out of bed, she picked up one of Klaus’ long coats, throwing it on over her underwear before walking down the hallways. Klaus’ singing grew louder as she approached the kitchen, and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the sight that greeted her there.
Klaus, wearing nothing but one of Y/N’s rather short silk robes, was prancing around the kitchen singing a very poor medley of ABBA songs while pancakes were cooking on the stove. Y/N cleared her throat and Klaus turned around, grinning upon seeing her.
“Y/N! My love, my dearest, how are you?” Klaus exclaimed, rushing up to Y/N and pecking her lips before turning back to the pancakes.
��“A bit sore but I’m sure you already know that.” Y/N said, wrapping her arms around Klaus’ waist as he chuckled.
“That’s what I like to hear. Now, do you want chocolate chips in your pancakes or not?” He asked and Y/N nodded, pressing a kiss to his shoulder in affirmation.
”I’ll make some coffee, yeah?” Y/N said, kissing Klaus’ neck before moving to get some mugs. While she poured the coffee Klaus’ singing had subsided to humming, but he was still incredibly passionate about it. As much as Y/N loved the scene in front of her, she couldn’t help but wonder if Klaus had taken something because he usually wasn’t such a cheerful morning person.
“Klaus, I hate to ask this but are you… high?” Y/N asked, taking a sip of her coffee as Klaus turned around to face her, a more serious air about him all of a sudden.
“Y/N, I know I haven’t exactly been the most reliable person in terms of my sobriety, but I can promise you that I am one hundred per cent clean right now. I love you more than I love myself, Y/N Y/L/N, and I would never put you through that no matter how badly I want to sometimes.” Klaus said, leaning over the table and clutching Y/N’s hands in his.
Y/N smiled so widely and genuinely at Klaus that he felt himself smile, rubbing his thumbs along the backs of her hands. “Sobriety’s made you sappy, Klaus.” Y/N said cheekily, giggling as Klaus’ expression morphed into one of mock offence.
“I pour my heart and soul out to you, and this is how you treat me? God, you are killing me, woman!” Klaus said, watching as Y/N moved from her side of the table to right in front of him.
Y/N wrapped her arms around Klaus’ neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss, his hands on her waist as hers slowly crept up into his hair. When they parted, they were both smiling, and Y/N trailed her hands down to Klaus’ chest. “What do you say about a repeat of last night after the pancakes?” Y/N said, toying with the edges of the robe Klaus wore.
“I say we have an empty house and we should take advantage of it. Fuck the pancakes.” Klaus said, a smirk on his face as he undid the belt of Y/N’s coat, groaning as it opened up.
“Like the view?” Y/N said teasingly, dropping the coat to the floor causing a moan to spill from Klaus’ lips.
“Oh you know I do.” Klaus almost growled his response, quickly hoisting Y/N up onto the kitchen table before pulling her into a heated kiss. The pair were so caught up in the kiss that unfortunately they didn’t hear the sudden footsteps of Klaus’ (technically speaking) youngest sibling.
“Hey, do you think I could… Jesus Christ!” Five exclaimed, his eyes widening as Klaus and Y/N separated, hair ruffled and cheeks red.
“Good morning brother.” Klaus said, as if he wasn’t just caught in the act by his brother. Five scoffed, shaking his head in disdain as he poured himself a cup of coffee
“I can’t trust you two to be left alone. Did either of you consider the fact that we eat off that table before you decided to go at it?” Five said, and Klaus let out an overdramatic sigh, lightly punching his brother’s shoulder.
“In our defence, we thought we had the house to ourselves and in the heat of the moment we forgot about you, the little teleporter.” Klaus said, causing Five to roll his eyes and take in a deep breath.
“Why don’t you two go put some clothes on while I salvage breakfast and try and bleach my eyes, hmm?” Five said, and both Y/N and Klaus nodded quickly, picking up their discarded clothes before rushing back to Klaus’ room.
By the time they reached the room they collapsed on Klaus’ bed in a fit of laughter, wiping tears from their eyes. “God that was hilarious! He wasn’t even shocked, he was just done.” Y/N said, resting her head against Klaus’ chest once they’d calmed down a bit.
“Wait, how many siblings have we been caught by? Let’s do a count, shall we?” Klaus said, and Y/N nodded, intertwining her hand with Klaus’.
“Obviously Five, then there was that time at the gym where Diego caught us, boy he was pissed. Started ranting about how we were going to ‘dirty the floor’ or whatever.” Y/N said, and Klaus chuckled at the memory.
“God it was so awkward when Luther caught us, and I think Vanya wanted to curl up and die, I felt so sorry for her.” Klaus said, and Y/N nodded in agreement.
“Maybe the moral of all these stories are that we should stop fucking in places your siblings can find us?” Y/N suggested, looking up at Klaus who simply smirked, shaking his head.
“That is a preposterous suggestion. I think the moral is that we should just be more careful.” Klaus said cheekily and Y/N chuckled, whacking his chest lightly.
“Breakfast is ready, rabbits!” Five shouted, and the pair rolled their eyes at the nickname gifted to them by the time traveller.
“He’s so mean to us, but I do feel like pancakes.” Y/N said, reluctantly standing up and pulling on some bike shorts and one of Klaus’ old shirts.
“Right you are. Now, lead the way my lovely lady.” Klaus said, smacking Y/N’s ass as she started walking, eliciting a short squeak from the girl.
As chaotic as life with Klaus was, Y/N wouldn’t swap it for anything else.
#tua#the umbrella academy#klaus hargreeves#klaus hargreeves x reader#klaus hargreeves imagine#robert sheehan#netflix#number four
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PLS WRITE SUMN W CHUBBY ALPHA HARRY.. MAAM.....
okayyyyy :)
This is literally the most wild drabble I’ve ever written, I loved this idea and then on Twitter I got some food kink requests so here we are.
Please be advised his fic contains adult content intended for 18+ audiences, as well as chubby/fat kink and sexual feeding. If that at all makes you uncomfortable or is triggering to you please don’t read. If you’re interested, then enjoy some unedited stupid boys, rushed and messy sex, and a dumb ending xo
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Pool parties were Louis’s favorite part of summer.
Aside from the chance it gave him to survive the summer heat wave by mooching off his much richer friend’s pool, parties like this also gave him an excuse to wear his dumbest swimsuits, like the palm-leaf covered Speedo he had chosen today. He loved nothing more than doing sloppy, half-remembered flips off the diving board and draping himself over one of Liam and Zayn’s stupid novelty pool floaties while he let the sun deepen his tan, all while letting as much of his body as possible be shown off in his tin swimwear.
Most of all, he liked doing all that while feeling his alpha’s gaze on him.
Louis shifted on the hot pink inflatable pool chair he had planted himself on, and looked at the side of the pool.
Harry had laid down in one of the poolside loungers, bone dry and drinking a beer while he watched Louis in the pool.
He looked fucking delicious. He always did, but something about the sight of Louis’s alpha in an old swimsuit, his round, soft belly flopping a little over the waistband, made him feel hot all over.
Louis should be used to his boyfriend’s body enough to not almost get a stiffy in public over it, and yet here they were. He had first met Harry over a year and a half ago, when Harry had spilled his rum and Cherry Coke all over Louis’s new white shirt at Niall’s annual Christmas party. Louis had cursed him out thoroughly before actually looking up and immediately going quiet at the gaze of a tall, warm-looking alpha in front of me. An alpha who also was sporting a sizable beer gut belly under a very old looking t-shirt, which made Louis’s chest warm up for some reason.
After gazing at his alpha for a few more moments, Louis rolled off the floatie and into the water. He swam over to the nearest pool ladder so he could climb out, and then once he was out of the pool he promptly flopped down on the lounge chair with Harry. Immediately, put his arms around the alpha’s middle and his chin on Harry’s shoulder, giving his round cheek a kiss.
“Hi, alpha,” Louis giggled, throwing a leg over Harry’s lap. Harry smiled at him, his sunglasses dipping down his nose so he could give Louis a full, bright green glance.
“Hey, baby,” he said, skimming his fingers over Louis’s dripping wet skin, “You want a towel?”
“No, I think I’ll air dry,” Louis said, “Mind if I stay here?”
Harry kissed the side of Louis’s head and squeezed his hip.
“Not at all.”
Louis smiled and snuggled into Harry’s shoulder, absentmindedly rubbing his hand over his alpha’s sun-warmed skin.
Zayn and Niall had taken up the loungers next to Harry’s own chair, both of them looking half-asleep and at least a little burned. A minute later, Liam emerged from the sliding glass door at the back of his grossly huge house to hand Zayn a beer and give the omega a kiss. Then he sat down on the last free lounger, lifting up a glass of clear liquid and lime rinds to his lips.
“Liam,” Niall said, “Is that tequila? At two in the afternoon?[if !supportLineBreakNewLine][endif]
Liam shrugged and nodded.
“Yup,” Liam said, “I’m cutting out glutton for the summer. No beer.”
“Fine, but tequila? Straight ass tequila?” Niall argued.
“It’s better than you think!”
Niall grunted at that, sliding his sunglasses up to rest in his sun-bleached hair.
“Whatever. You’re always on some weird fucking health kick. Last year you ate that weird cold salad out of a Ziploc bag all of June.”
“It’s called farro, and it did wonders to my bum, I’ll have you know.”
Liam took another sip of his tequila, and then smiled at all of them.
“You know, I’m thinking of do P90X again, too,” he announced, “I’m trying to start a little club to do it in the afternoons, make it easier.”
“P90X?” Niall repeated, “The fuck is this, 2009?”
“Fuck off, it’s still effective,” Liam scoffed.
“Well, count me out,” Niall said.
“Yeah, babe, you know I’m not doing that,” Zayn added, making Liam sigh.
“God, whatever,” he turned to Harry, pointing at him with his beer bottle, “Styles? You in?”
“No thanks,” Harry shrugged.
“Oh, come on,” Liam laughed, “No offense man, but you could use it more than any of us. You really let yourself go since uni.”
Harry snorted, taking another swig of his beer.
“I’m alright right now, thanks,” Harry said, and squeezed Louis’s hip, “Besides, Louis’s not really into six packs, are you baby?”
Louis blushed, and prodded Harry with an elbow.
So maybe Harry was right. Louis had seen pictures of Harry when he was in university, when he probably weighed less than Louis.; knew exactly what Liam was referring to when he said Harry had let himself go a little bit. Harry had once told him that he reckoned he had gained about 40 pounds in beer, take out, and office job laziness since then, but he never seemed upset by that. And while Louis could appreciate pictures of Harry’s old physique, it didn’t hold a candle for him compared to what his boyfriend looked like now.
But just because he had a kink for his boyfriend being chubby didn’t mean their entire friend group needed it spelled out for them.
“Shut up,” he grumbled.
Harry chuckled, and drained his bottle.
“Speaking of six packs,” he said, “Louis, baby, can you go get me another beer?”
“Isn’t that like your fourth today?” Niall said, “How are you drinking more than me and you’re not even buzzed?”
Harry patted the side of his belly with a smirk.
“Higher alcohol tolerance,” he said, “Guess it comes with letting yourself go.”
Louis flushed again, and then peeled himself away from Harry’s side, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll go grab that beer for you, babe,” Louis said. He got to his feet, looking at everyone else, “You guys need anything?”
“I need you not to cream yourself on my patio,” Zayn jutted in.
“Fuck you,” Louis snapped, and then grabbed the handle of the sliding glass door.
“Hey, Liam, remember when you ate six bananas a day for a month in uni and ended up in the hospital with B12 deficiency?” Niall asked from behind him, which made Liam scoff angrily and then begin ranting about something he had read in a fitness journal that month.
Louis glanced behind him, and was just able to catch Harry looking at him over his shoulder. The alpha gave him a wink, a grin spreading on his face to make a dimple form in one of his padded cheeks.
Louis swallowed thickly and went inside.
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They got home late, after the boys had talked them into a few more beers and kicking a football around Liam and Zayn’s backyard. By the end, Louis was bone tired, and he nearly had to drag himself through the front door of his own house, his ass still squeezed into his wet Speedo and his arms held down by several containers of leftovers.
He flicked on the kitchen light, Harry close behind him as he opened the fridge to put the leftovers inside.
“That was fun,” Louis said, looking over at his boyfriend.
“It was,” Harry sighed, slumping against the wall. His hands found their way to his stomach, and he rubbed it in slow, gentle circles, “M’fucking stuffed, though.”
He patted his middle, and it sounded firm and hollow. Louis just looked at him, trying to keep his breath normal. Harry was staring at him in the same firm way he had been looking at Louis swimming in the pool. He looked gorgeous, with his long hair tied up and his skin healthy and glowing from the sun. He was wearing the shirt he had put on once they were done at the pool; a yellow Hawaiian shirt covered in green and pink palm leaves. The bottom two buttons were tight against his middle, a bit of his tan skin showing through where the fabric didn’t quite cover him.
“Oh,” Louis said, “Uh – had a bit too much, huh?”
“Oh, yeah,” Harry grinned, “Can’t tell what was the mistake, that third burger or all that potato salad you brought me.”
He patted his belly again, and Louis turned away. He tried to ignore how his traitor of a cock was already chubbing up.
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” Harry arched an eyebrow.
“Don’t talk about how full you are.”
“What, I am?” Harry said. He sighed fully, and his belly pushed out. He stroked his hand up the line of buttons that ran down his front. “Hope I don’t pop one of these, I think this shirt.”
“Harry, shut your fucking mouth, I need to take a shower,” Louis snapped, his face already turning red. He snapped the fridge closed and tried to walk past, but Harry grabbed his wrist.
“Do you?”
“Yes, I have chlorine in my hair, it’ll be so dry in the morning if I don’t condition it,” Louis said, “That’s basic science.”
It made Harry laugh, and he let go of Louis’s wrist.
“M’kay, baby,” Harry chuckled, “I’ll be in our room when you’re all done.”
Louis nearly jogged away, slipping into their room and then into their en-suite. He took off his shorts and t-shirt, tossing his Speedo into the sink to soak. He was already half-hard and he cursed weakly as he turned the shower on.
Fucking fuck his beautiful, thick alpha. Fucking fuck his own kink. Fuck all of it. He just needed a shower.
He scrubbed his body and hair down quickly, avoiding his dick entirely. He felt wetness between his cheeks that certainly did not come from the showerhead, and he whimpered as he finished up. Quickly, the water was shut off, and Louis almost tripped getting out of the shower. He wrapped his slender waist in a towel and tried to dab at his soaking hair with a washcloth. When it was no longer dripping all over his shoulders, he shook his head hard, trying to clear his thoughts, before he stepped into the bedroom.
Any thoughts of clearing his thoughts were vanquished when he came into the bedroom.
Harry was there, as promised, sitting up in their California king in just in his black briefs, his full beer belly spilling into his lap and his love handles curving over the briefs’ elastic. He was scrolling through his phone, but he looked up and tossed the device away when Louis walked in. Harry grinned and stretched an arm over his head, showing tattoos that had long faded and stretched out with his arm’s growing width.
“Louis,” Harry said, “Perfect timing.”
“Is it,” Louis said weakly.
“Yeah,” Harry said, and then, the treacherous fucking bastard stuck a thumb into his belly button and grabbed the bottom half of his belly with his other four fingers and shook himself, making his stomach jiggle, “Was just thinking I’m not as full as I was a few minutes ago.”
Louis felt his fingers weaken their grip on the towel and it fell down onto the floor, leaving him naked.
“Oh, yeah?” he asked.
“Mm hm,” Harry hummed, “Think I could go for some dessert. Could you get me something?”
Oh, this bitch. This fucking bitch.
“Sure thing,” Louis agreed, his neck warming, “How about some of those brownies Niall made?”
“That sounds great,” Harry agreed.
“Well,” Louis said, his throat feeling tight, “Let me just go grab that.”
He nearly sprinted out of the room and into the kitchen. Once he was there, his mind was already racing. He grabbed the Tupperware full of the brownies, which were already caramel covered and iced with little frosting flowers. They were probably enough on his own, but he just tucked the container under one arm and kept exploring the fridge.
Harry wanted to play dirty, get Louis riled up and then decide that tonight was a good time for a feeding and a fucking, which he knew made Louis lose his mind. So Louis was going to do better than some leftover brownies.
After rummaging for a bit, Louis picked up a canister of whipped cream, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and the half-gallon of milk they had their fridge. He shut the fridge door with his knee, and managed to carry his haul back to their room.
Once he was back, Harry watched him with interest, and Louis deposited all the food on the bed before he climbed up himself. He sat with his legs bracketing Harry’s legs, the alpha’s warm stomach touching his own.
“Here are your brownies, gorgeous,” he said, picking up the Tupperware and cracking up open. He picked one off the top, holding it out, “Open up.”
Harry opened his mouth, and Louis gently fed him the dessert, his mouth growing drier at how Harry ate without losing eye contact with Louis.
When Harry had the last bite in his mouth, Louis pulled his hand away and licked at his fingers.
“How is it?” the omega asked.
“Mm,” Harry hummed, and then spoke with his mouth still full, “I think it could use something extra.”
“Well, you’re in luck.”
Louis grabbed the whipped cream from his side, holding it up for Harry to see. He shook up the cold canister, and then tipped it upside down, angling it towards Harry’s face.
“You want some, baby?” he asked, his hand already pressed on the nozzle.
“You know I do, honey.”
Harry opened his mouth and Louis nodded, then put the nozzle on Harry’s tongue and pressed. He pressed until the alpha’s mouth was overflowing with whipped cream. Then he brought his mouth down, lapping up some of the cream from Harry’s mouth and then kissing the alpha’s sugar-covered mouth. Harry moaned as he kissed Louis back, his hands reaching back to grab at Louis’s bum. Louis bounced a bit, his ass shaking Harry’s hands.
Louis pulled away after a few moments, and then smiled again.
“Were those brownies chocolate-y enough, alpha?” Louis asked.
“Could be a little more,” Harry said, “Niall skimped on the cocoa powder, I think.”
“That bastard,” Louis laughed, “I would never do that to you.”
He reached for the chocolate sauce then, opening it up and then tipping it into Harry’s mouth. A little spilled over Harry’s lips and chin as Louis squeezed it along Harry’s tongue. Louis quickly closed the bottle and swooped in, licking the sugary sweetness off of Harry. Harry groaned again, his hands squeezing harder at Louis’s bum. The omega gasped against his lips, and he reached down, holding onto Harry’s belly and jiggling it a little.
Harry’s moan turned into a weak growl, but Louis just pulled away from the kiss and smiled at his alpha, grabbing the half gallon of milk.
“Something to wash that down, alpha?” he asked.
Harry watched him with careful eyes, his gaze flashing.
“Sure,” he said.
He opened his mouth again, and Louis tipped the carton to his lips, a little inevitably spilling on his chin and his chest.
“Oops,” Louis giggled when it spilled, “Clumsy me.”
He screwed the milk carton shut, and then went to work, licking the milk off Harry’s chin and then down on his soft chest. He held onto his boyfriend’s love handles while he did, and Harry just groaned above him.
Louis was just getting to licking at one of Harry’s dark, wide nipples when the alpha grabbed the omega by his hair and yanked his head up.
Louis squeaked in surprise, his eyes going a bit wide as he looked up at Harry’s dark eyes. Harry smiled at him, the expression a bit too soft for his eyes, and then he adjusted his hips and grabbed at his own crotch.
“You want some dessert now too, baby?”
Louis snorted.
“You are a horrible, evil alpha,” Louis said, “Of course I do.”
Harry grinned, then pulled his hard cock out of his briefs, giving it a few unneeded tugs. His fingers then went to grab at Louis’s bum, pulling his cheeks apart and slipping his fingers inside. He fingered Louis quickly and messily, making the omega whine loudly as he did so. Then Harry was lifting him up roughly and planting him down on his cock.
Louis yelped, and then started bouncing, burying his face in Harry’s shoulder as he did. He smelled like rich, spiced wood mixed with the scent of sugar that had come from their dessert, and Louis whimpered at the smell, licking Harry’s shoulder. He kept his hips bouncing, and Harry held a hand on his bum, giving him a squeeze as he moved.
“Such a good omega,” Harry said, “Takes such good care of me. Keeps me well fed and everything.”
Louis whined, nipping at Harry’s skin. He wanted his mouth filled somehow.
Harry’s hips bucked, and Louis yelped as he felt the alpha’s cock jab harder into him. He felt Harry’s big, powerful body move under him, his belly shaking and heaving as he moved. Harry was grunting, the sounds deep and labored by the food in his belly. It only made Louis whine higher in his throat, and he brought his hands up, clawing his blunt nails on Harry’s furry chest. He pulled his mouth off Harry’s shoulder, his jaw a bit sore and his mouth dry as he spoke.
“M’so glad you’re my alpha,” he said, “Glad I don’t have an alpha like Liam. Just want an alpha I can feed and spoil all I want.”
Harry chuckled at that, kissing Louis sweetly despite still pounding into him hard. When he pulled away he slapped his own belly, the sound loud and sharp, and Louis almost cried. He felt more slick pour out of him, and he bit his lip.
“You spoil me so good, sweetheart,” Harry said, his voice deep and nearly a growl. He bucked his hips up, and Louis yelped again, “You want my knot?”
“Yes,” Louis hiccupped, “Oh, god, please.”
“Yeah, I know what you need,” Harry said, still fucking into Louis, “You like a big alpha with a big knot, huh?”
“H – Harry,” Louis gasped, and then squeaked weakly as Harry moaned under him, and he felt a knot start to expand himself him. His thin body shook, and he felt himself coming, a mess all over Harry’s bloated stomach.
Harry held and kissed him as Louis sat tied on his knot, and Louis just hung onto him, scenting himself against Harry’s neck and whining. Harry kissed his neck gently, calling him a good boy and a good omega, and Louis clung to Harry tightly, feeling his own release dry between them.
When Harry’s knot was deflated Louis climbed off his alpha with shaky legs, clearing the bed of Harry’s late-night snacks.
“Leave those,” Harry said when Louis started to get off the bed with it.
“The milk needs to go in the fridge, asshole,” Louis mumbled, but still struggled to waddle out of the room with his shaky legs and sore ass. He put the food away as quickly as he could, and then he was right back in his room, his body cuddling up next to Harry. The alpha rubbed them both down with a washcloth, and then wrapped a thick arm around Louis, giving him a kiss on the top of the head.
“Thanks for my snack, baby,” he said, and Louis giggled. He reached his hand up, rubbing over the tight skin of Harry’s belly, and it made the alpha moan in appreciation.
“God, I still wonder where the fuck you came from,” Harry said, “How did I get so lucky with you?”
Louis shrugged, snuggling deeper in Harry’s soft side.
“M’lucky,” he mumbled, and he meant it. Here, next to his big, soft alpha, he felt safe and at home, pretty satiated and content.
And he would be ready to give Harry whatever he wanted in the morning, whether it was breakfast or something more.
#larry fanfiction#larry stylinson fanfic#one direction fanficition#drabbles#chubby 1d#this is 3k I'm gonna yeet myself#sorry mom sorry dad sorry pastor robert#grandelarrys#ask#thick alpha
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Trouble in the Paradise (kitty gang! Jimin - art major! Tae au)
Summary: Jimin is a fucking bad ass university assassin that saves woman from trash college frat men. (we have to stan) and tae is an art major who doesn’t want to live on campus anymore so decides to get an apartment because it’s cheaper and meets his neighbor (jimin). One day Jimin is a little noisy with his one of his “customers” and tae goes to tell him off. But he sees too much.
Genre: College Au, Vmin, Kitty Gang Jimin, Art Tae,
Word count: 1,302
Warnings: Angst, fluff, Violence, Cursing, Sexual Themes, Smut (idk yet but just in case!)
AN: This is my first Au please be nice (im sensitive lol) but I’ve had this idea for like 2 weeks and I have a weekend off so lemme get this off my chest! I will do other ships so don’t worry! (also I can’t spell and have nails on so there’s gonna be a lot of typos please bare with me!)
Chapter 1
Taehyung’s POV
My hands were starting to freeze as I waited on the platform for my train. I seem to be the only one taking this train since no one was on the platform other than me.
“Attention riders, Train 7 for Seoul University is approaching. Please stand clear of the yellow lines.” The announcer says in a monotone voice.
The train approaches as it comes to a loud stop. The doors open. I collect all my heavy ass luggage and head into the empty train. I sigh as I sit down in my seat on the train. I put all my luggage and my backpack in the seat next to me. I reach in and grab my sketch book. I start to draw a line but its up turning into a stick? No. Now it’s a stem. It’s a flower stem. I put extra detail to the sepals for no reason. After I start to work on the ovary and realize my stop is coming up, so I put everything away and stand up. I get off the train to a notification that my uber is here, so I wait on the curb. My uber pulls up to the curb. The guy behind the wheel looked familiar. He had bleached blonde hair, a cat face, a gray beanie, and an oversized FG shirt with a gray flannel. He was adorable. I couldn’t help but chuckle a little when he attempted to help me with my bags.
“I’ve got them. Thanks, though.” I say while smiling down at him.
“Thank god cause I was about to give up.” He looked completely out of breath. He then looked up at me.
“Hey, you go to SU?” He pointed out while getting into the car.
“Yeah I’m TaeHyung, I’m a second year.”
“Oh, yeah! You were in my speech class last year.” He turns the engine on and pulls off.
“I’m Yoongi.” He smiled. I chuckle at his cute teef.
“Yeah. I know. You’re the one who almost got kick out the classroom for your speech on Capitalism.”
“Oh you remember that?” He smiled proud of himself.
“That’s not something you can just quickly forget.”
“So, what’s your major? Oh, wait! Lemme guess” He gets to a red light and glances over at me for a couple seconds.
“Art major.” He says with confidence.
“Is it that obvious?” I smile.
“Ok lemme guess yours then. Politics?” He scoffs in disgust.
“Oh god, no! Architecture. I just rant about capitalism all the time.” He explains.
“Are you moving into Paradise Apartments for the semester?” He asks since that’s where he’s taking me. I nodded.
“Well it’s real nice. I live on the 7th floor.” Once the car slowed to a stop, I noticed that it’s raining a little, and we just arrived to the Paradise Apartment. I look up at the black brick building with a broken lit sign that said Paradise Apart. I put my hood on and jump out of the car to get my stuff out the back and Yoongi meets me at the trunk. “Here, lemme help you’re my last ride for the night, anyway.” This time I let him hold my backpack and carry on instead of my heavy ass suitcase. He looked like he silently thanked me. We walk through the double doors, and I was shocked. It was really nice. The ceiling was high with a huge chandelier in the middle with what l can assume is brand-new furniture and marble floors so clean I could see my reflection when I looked down. Also, it randomly smelled like vanilla. Yoongi notices my shock. “I told you it was nice.” he shrugged. We head to the elevator.
“What floor do you live on?”
“5th.” I say as I hit the button. His eyes widen. I’m automatically confused.
“What is that a bad floo-”
“N-No, but what apartment number do you have?” He looked up at me with nervous eyes.
“95b-” I answer nervously. He closes his eyes, brings his head down and let's out a long sigh. He leans back on the wall of the elevator.
“So you’re just gonna freak out and then act like nothing happened?” I question.
“You’ll be fine. I just overreacted.” We get to the floor. I hesitate.
“After you.” I gesture towards him. He chuckled all cool and leaves the elevator with me following him. He leads me to my apartment, 95B. I opened my door to see my apartment. Just like the pictures. Pretty average compared to the lobby, but still very nice. It was a studio, perfect.
“Nice, so it’s just you here?” Yoongi asks.
“Yeah that’s why I got-” I was interrupted by a knock on the door. Yoongi and I exchange looks but his was a little more cautious. I shake it off and go to the door and turn the knob. When I open the door, I swear my eyes blurred for a second. Almost as if I wasn’t allowed to see what was on the other side. I see the most beautiful, petite, pink haired man I’ve ever seen in my life. His features were angelic, from his sparkly eyes to his luscious pink lips that made my mouth water. He looked very kind and had a hint floral scent. But he was so intimidating, still. He was shorter than me but I barely made eye contact out of fear.
“Hey, I-I’m sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Jimin, I live across the hall in 95a.” He introduced. As I’m still in shock, I stuttered out a response.
“O-Oh. O-Okay. Hi! I’m Taehyung. You can call me T-Tae if you want!” I shake his hand. His hand had a firm grip, but his hand itself was soft. “I like Taehyung.” He smirked up at me. I know my hand was sweating, so I let go of his hand. He chuckles at my shyness.
“Oh hey Yoongi. I thought I saw you come in here” He notices behind me. Yoongi looks at Jimin and drops my carry on bag.
“Yeah, I was helping Tae with his bags. But I’m about to get going back to my place.” He says annoyed while never breaking eye contact with Jimin. Jimin murmurs in confusion at his action. Then his eyes go wide in realization.
“OH! I’m sorry I should leave. It was nice meeting you Taehyung.” Jimin reaches his arms out to me.
“Sorry I’m a hugger!” He giggles and I awkwardly pulled him into a hug.
“You break his heart, I’ll dog walk you.” He warned with a hard squeeze of my shoulder. Chills were instantly sent through my body. Along with utter confusion. He breaks the hug looks at Yoongi with a smirk, then sends a warning glare back up at me and leaves.
That was the first time I see Park Jimin.
#kitty gang#vmin#vmin fic#kitty gang Jimin#taehyung art#au#bts au fanfic#vmin fanfic#bts au#vmin au#bts messy edits#park#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#kim seokjin#kim namjoon#min yoongi#jung hoseok#bts#bts imagines#bts one shot#bts scenarios#bts messy lockscreens
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Seconds | 002
↪ Jung Hoseok × Reader (ft. Jeon Jungkook & Min Yoongi)
↪ Genre: best friends au, one-sided love au, soft ANGST, fluff.
↪ WC: 6.1k+
↪ Sum:
Being a good friend, you were there to help piece Hoseok's broken heart.
He was just never there to piece yours.
001. 002(finale)
♦
You kept praying that Hoseok would forget everything from last night, but an hour after dinner his name popped up in your messages. You were in your pajamas, comfortably laying on your bed; hangover finally dimished after a good meal and painkillers. Suit-case was all packed and ready for tomorrow, and you were finally starting to relax. But the text Hobi sent made your nerves jump and stomach turn, making you sit upright, spine straight, eyes wide.
| Hey can we talk?
You felt your heart slide up your dry throat. Discussing last night was the last thing you wanted to do. So you did what the childish part of you told you to do: ignore it.
Thirty minutes later your phone stopped buzzing with texts and rang with a call.
It was Hoseok.
Of fucking course.
Can’t avoid things forever, it seemed.
Groaning, your nervous hands answered the call.
"Y-Yeah?"
"Y/N," Hobi's voice sounded cautious through the phone. "Are you- is everything okay?"
"Uh- yeah. Why wouldn't it be?”
There was a hesitant pause. "I mean...you left so quickly last night. Especially after, uh, everything. And you weren’t answering my texts, so I thought-"
"It's nothing," you lied. "Last night I just.. realized how late it was -you know me and my curfews. And since you were busy on the phone, I decided to just call Yoongi to pick me up. So, yeah, I'm fine."
"Oh, really? Okay, that’s good..I guess." Hoseok cleared his throat. A pause. Then, "Y/N...we should probably talk about.. what happened."
Your heart skipped a nervous beat and your breath stopped short. You didn't want to face your faults yet. You still needed time to think through everything and move past it all; if you didn't, there was a slight chance of you babbling out something you shouldn't.
"And what happened, exactly..?" You said in a light manner.
"Y/N, you can't just-"
"Yeah okay, I get it; just so it wouldn't be awkward between us or whatever, we should talk about it.” You rambled on, “But there's really nothing to talk about! I mean, we were both drunk, and we did something that shouldn't have done. That's it." You hoped he didn't hear through the forced nonchalance in your tone.
In your chest, you felt your nervous heart pulse through the beat of silence. Then, "Oh- thank god." Hobi exhaled in what sounded like relief. "Here I thought you would- nevermind. I should just apologize for letting myself act so.."
"No, yeah, it’s fine," You reassured him, chuckling awkwardly. “Takes two to tango, you know.”
"So you...don't regret it?”
"I.." you didn't regret it. But by Hoseok's tone, you knew exactly what he wanted you to answer. "I was drunk, Hoseok. So I can't really say- but, I mean, I definitely regret the drinking part. The hangover almost killed me." You chuckled just to clear the tension.
A warm laugh sounded through the line. "Yeah, I was surprised you even went near a bottle of rum!"
Rolling your eyes, you smiled. "Ugh, I was too. But, you know, there's a first for everything.."
"Oooh yeah, there were a lot of firsts happening yesterday.."
"Shut up." You groaned. "Can you just let that go, please?"
Hoseok only laughed at your response.
You knew his little comment was meant as a tease, but your heart still twisted painfully for some reason. You were stuck between being relieved and torn at the fact he was joking it all off.
"Awww, why? Did I steal your first kiss, y/n?"
Yes. "Ugh, you wish!"
Hoseok chuckled and you let your spine flop back down on the bed. Despite feeling a small sense of relief, another kind of heaviness settled in your chest. You didn't feel like joking about last night with Hobi anymore. You just wanted to sleep away these weird feelings.
"What are you doing right now?" Hoseok asked.
"Getting ready for bed," you sighed. "Just finished packing for the trip."
"Riiiiight. You're leaving tomorrow.."
"Yeah."
"Excited?"
Your hooded eyes blinked at your blue-painted ceiling. "Not with this headache."
"Well nobody forced you to drink so much yesterday, you know.."
You scoffed. "You invited me, so I'm still blaming you."
Hobi's laugh filled your ear. “You’ve been blaming me for everything since middle school!”
You smiled. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”
Hoseok scoffed. You turned to one side of the bed, grabbing the edge of your blanket and bringing it over your naked shoulders. "You still remember our deal while I'm gone, right?" You asked.
"Yeah, yeah. No getting wasted in clubs. No calling Leya. Wow, I'm really gonna be bored, you know.."
"Don't be a baby. You'll be just fine." You said. "I'll call from time to time to check up."
"Doubt it. You’ll be too busy fending off all your new boyfriends..” He teased.
You rolled your tired eyes, not willing to fight him on this anymore. "Sure, Hobi. Sure." You didn't expect anything from the trip other than spending time with your cousins. You highly doubted you’d come back with all your sanity -much less some boyfriend.
"Well anyway, I'll let you go now. You sound tired." Hoseok sighed. "Would've invited you over today, but I haven't gotten out of bed since an hour ago, so.."
"Not surprising. Once a lazy-ass, always a lazy-ass.”
“Psht. Look who’s speaking!”
You chuckled. “Goodnight Hobi."
"Sleep tight, y/n. I'll really miss your annoying ass."
Something in your chest fluttered and a grin pulled at the corners of your mouth. His little not-a-compliment made warmth flush up your neck.
You were going to miss him too.
After hanging up, your tired eyes came to a close and your mind replayed the scenarios of the last 48 hours vividly on your lids.
You fell asleep with a desire to place your lips against Hobi's lips. To have his fingers stroke your back as he did. To soak in his pleasurable moans and breaths.
Yeah.
You definitely needed some time away from him. Maybe then the thoughts in your mind will stop spouting nonsense and your sanity will return.
♦
The family trip couldn't have gone by any longer.
And the worst part wasn't the fact that it was practically one million degrees of burning heat outside. It was the fact that your family decided to stay for another week and there was no wifi or phone service. Which -besides your frustrated groans of not being able to watch Netflix- didn't turn out to be much of a bad thing, really. You spent most of your time outside, socializing with your relatives and helping out your Mom and aunt with the cooking and cleaning, and reflecting on life. Which, in itself, was kind of therapeutic. You didn't realize just how much you needed this time away until came the car ride back home.
Throughout the entire span of those three weeks, you've tried to keep your mind clear of what happened before the trip, but Hobi kept popping back into your thoughts as if he was supposed to be there. Before falling asleep you caught yourself wondering about Hoseok; where he was and how he was doing. You wanted to call him and hear his voice and know what he was up to. You wanted to listen to his stupid rants about car models and comics.
To put it simply; you missed him.
So damn much.
Which was exactly why you dreaded going home just as much you couldn't wait to.
Because those pesky little feelings for Hoseok didn't resolve as you expected them to. In fact, they seemed to consistently make themselves known.
The thought of seeing Hobi again made your chest flutter with anticipation and anxiety all at once, and you kept trying to shake away those feelings as you did the thoughts of him. On the ride back home, you pondered over the years you've known Hoseok, and how your heart gradually grew warm to his throughout your span of friendship.
But...maybe you just needed more time?
You kept wondering about it even now, as you avoided Hoseok.
You've gotten back to the comfort of your room and full phone service only two days ago -which you spent lazying in bed and eating on the floor of your room whilst catching up on your favorite shows. It was all for distraction, of course. Reality had used fear to grip you; embracing what you knew was the last thing you wanted to do. Which was to accept the truth and do something about it.
It was nearing midnight when you ran out of episodes to watch. You forced yourself to finally get up and unpack your suitcase. A buzz from your phone sounded loudly against the bedside table. Expecting Hoseok's text, you were ready to swipe it out of sight. You were surprised at seeing Yoongi's name pop up.
| Min(t) Yoongi: come out I'm at your door
Exhaling a loud breath, you wrapped your shoulders with a knit cover-up and made way down the hallways, the stairs, stopping only when the doormat was poking your bare feet.
"Hey," you smiled meekly as you shut the front door behind you. The summer breeze circled around your neck like a warm welcome.
Yoongi turned his back, flashing you that tired crooked smile of his. He didn't change much since you've last seen him. The boy was still wearing long-sleeved shirts, still touching up the color of his bleached hair, still looking sleep deprived. With the change that's been surrounding you lately, you were grateful for the consistency of Min Yoongi.
"You look like you haven't slept for days," he said.
You snorted, arms crossing as you leaned against the wooden rail of your porch. "Look who's speaking."
Eyes amused, Yoongi shrugged. Then pulled out something from his front pocket. "Came to give you your keys back."
Right. You nearly forgot he borrowed your car when you were away. Retrieving your key-chain from his grasp, you murmured out a thanks.
"You know," Yoongi said. "Hoseok still thinks you're five hours away. You should pick up his calls."
Sighing, you averted your gaze. "I'll call him back tomorrow... but even if I don't, it's not the end of the world."
"Oh hell. You are acting weird about this."
"What are you talking about?"
"Look, I know, okay?" Yoongi exhaled. "About you and Hoseok making out and shit. So don't pretend with me."
"Leya told you, didn't she."
"No comment."
You groaned, closing your palms over your face. "I seriously just hate all of you."
"Look," Yoongi said. "Just talk to the guy. Pretend it didn't happen in the first place -that'll make it easier, and soon the awkwardness will go away."
"I wish I could! I-" you stopped, swallowing down the truth; it actually hurt to admit out loud. "No, you're right. I will."
A few beats of silence filled the air between the two of you. The noisy calls of frogs filled the summer air. You felt a pair of eyes staring at you intensely.
"You have feelings for him," Yoongi spoke as if he just realized. He seemed upset but not surprised.
You scoffed. Then stuttered. Your brain couldn't figure out ways to cover up this obvious truth. "That’s just- that's ridiculous," You said. "I..." Trailing off, you gave up. You didn’t get why you were trying so hard to deny what was there. There was no point to it; you needed to let it out. "Fine. Yeah. Okay, I do. But that doesn't change anything. Hoseok doesn't see me that way. So," you shrugged.
There was a loud exhale beside you. "This is just... It's all fucked, isn't it?"
Your neck turned. "Why do you say that?"
"Because; you either have to ignore your feelings and stay his friend or tell him the truth and keep your distance," Yoongi said. "Otherwise- look, I won't lie and say that Hobi probably feels for you the way you feel for him. If he did, he would've made the move earlier and without the influence of alcohol."
At the information coming out of Yoongi's mouth, all you could do was frown and nod. "Yeah... I know all that." You sighed, gut twisting with pain. "Which is partially why I've been ignoring Hobi ever since I got back.."
Yoongi nodded in your peripheral, and you turned yourself to fully face him. "What would you do? You know..if it was you on my spot."
Eyes on his shoes, arms crossing over his chest, Yoongi smiled as if he thought of something funny. Then shrugged. "I'd not say anything." he said. "Feelings come and go. No point to ruin a good friendship for something you're not sure will last."
You were surprised by Yoongi's response. With how straightforward the mint-hair boy was, you'd think he was like that when it came to his love life. You wondered if he actually was on your spot before.
"What if.. it does last?" You asked, head tilting.
"Just by being in that kind of situation tells you that it’s not likely it will." Yoongi exhaled, facing your front yard. “If you think about it, nothing lasts. Not for long anyway."
Silence captured the small moment of your eyes assessing him with furrowed brows, perplexity twisted in your chest. Then the moment was broken by your defeated exhale. "Yeah. I guess you have a point." You said, peeking over at him. You almost felt sorry for making him stay and listen to your problems. "Thanks, Yoongi. You know, for this."
The boy merely shrugged. "Sure."
Sighing, you mirrored his stance, shoulder lightly nudging his. "Where will I get this kind of pep-talk once you move, I don't know.."
Yoongi scoffed. "Now you're just mocking."
"A little." You smiled. "But it's true. I'll miss our conversations."
He rolled his eyes. "You still have a week and a half of me left. Feel free to take advantage of it."
Chuckling, you shook your head. "Careful now, I might just take you up on that offer."
Yoongi let out a dreadful groan and you laughed harder.
You stayed with him on the porch for a bit longer, catching up on the vain things of life. Then Yoongi mentioned a project he needed to finish and was headed home. Before he left, you thanked him with a hug and made him promise to not forget you once he becomes a famous music producer.
You waved him goodbye with a smile but your mind kept anxiously repeating his words once your body was tucked in bed.
You hoped that these feelings of yours truly were nothing but a figment of your desires. You prayed that they wouldn't last.
With that, you decided to call Hoseok tomorrow. You decided to be what you didn't think you could possibly keep up for long; his friend.
♦
You stuffed both hands into the pockets of your hoodie as the metal fence squeaked shut behind you. Grass brushing against your feet, you flip-flopped toward your old elementary playground, the warm breeze brushing your hair from your neck. The spacious property was empty -as it would be during this time of year, but it contained enough of your childhood memories to fill the entire property with a nostalgic feel. Spotting Hoseok on the swing-set from a distance, you smiled and picked up pace.
He texted you to meet him here before the two of you headed off to Yoongi's go-away party. You were excited to finally see him since you didn't get a chance to hang out since you came back. It's only been three days since you made yourself call him back, yet it felt longer. Butterflies of nervousness kept disturbing your train of thought.
"Hobi!" You called out once close enough.
Looking up from his phone, it took a second for Hoseok to realize it was you approaching him. When he did, his dazzling grin was ear-to-ear wide. His hands were hanging down as he slowly swayed back and forth on the swing.
You couldn't help but grin back just as wide as you maneuvered around the seesaw and skipped on over to him.
After exchanging a fierce hug, both of you plopped down on the seats of the swing set.
He was still smiling. "Long time no see, am I right?"
You exhaled a chuckle, only then holding yourself back from hugging him again.
You nudge his shoulder with your own instead. "Yeah, yeah. I missed you too."
He sighed. "But seriously. It got so boring without you around." his black eyes then met yours. "What took you so long, by the way? I thought it was only gonna be two weeks?"
"It was supposed to be two weeks. But certain things changed while we were there and we decided to stay a bit longer."
"Certain things, you say?" He hummed. "Does that mean there were boyfriends after all?"
You scoffed. "Oh yeah. I had a whole bunch, actually. They even left marks," you said, bringing up your sleeve and showing him your arms that were covered in numerous mosquito bites.
Hoseok laughed.
He shook his head. "Damn, that’s a lot of marks. Can't say I'm jealous though."
You rolled your eyes and he continued, "But really. Jokes aside.."
You sighed. Because despite the fact there physically wasn't anyone there that caught your eye or vice versa, you did realize a lot. Especially where your heart really lied at. You realized how much your heart ached for Hoseok, your ears missed hearing his laugh and you itched for his presence.
You hated to admit that even to your thoughts, but you couldn't avoid this forever.
"Besides the bugs, no." You told him truthfully. "What about you? How was your month? Stuck to our deal, or..?"
"Or." Hobi said.
You frowned. "What happened?"
"Relax, it's nothing bad, y/n. Just..." He sighed and you didn't feel like hearing the rest of it actually. "I sorta met someone. But it was.. in a club and I was kinda drunk, so I-"
"Hobi!"
"I know, I know. But it was a birthday celebration, I couldn't miss it, okay!"
That's not why you reacted the way you did. The ‘I sorta met someone’ took your mind by strong curiosity. "Not that," You waved a hand dismissively. "You met someone? Who?” And why was this the first time you were hearing this?
That's when a soft smile stretched Hoseok's pretty mouth. "Her name is Kye." He said, gaze averting down thoughtfully; by the look in his eyes, you knew there was nothing but her face before them now. "It's only been a few weeks since we met, but I feel like I've known her forever. I- y/n, she's just.. wow. It's funny cause I didn't really like her at first. But now...now I want to ask her to be my girlfriend."
The entire time he spoke, your heart twisted and turned until it ripped from its socket. Deep down, that selfish vessel of mixed feelings wanted to go back to scolding him about going to the club. But a part of you actually felt glad for Hoseok; that he was able to move past his first love. Yet you’d be lying if hearing all this didn't leave a bitter taste in your mouth.
Sighing, your lips shaped into a half-hearted smile. "That's great, Hoseok," you said softly, sincerely. "I'm honestly really glad that you've moved on."
Hobi raised his chin until his gaze tied with yours. You hoped he wouldn't spot the pain behind your eyes. "Me too, y/n." He replied. "It's all thanks to you, actually."
"What? How?" That was the last thing you wanted to hear.
"If it wasn't for you and your scolding words always coming into my head when I was in that club, I probably would've never run into Kye on my way out and spilled my drink on her." He chuckled at the memory.
You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. It baffled you how much can change in three weeks time. The small amount of hope you bared in your chest had been crushed in a span of seconds and you didn't know what to do with those broken pieces anymore.
Looking over at Hoseok, you were glad at least one of you got the desires of their heart.
"You're still coming to Yoongi's going away party, right?"
You blinked. "Y-Yeah, I am." You said. When, in truth, you had forgotten all about that.
"Awesome! You can meet Kye there." Hobi grinned. You grinned back, not as wide.
"Can't wait," you said. You didn't mean it.
And it seemed that Hoseok caught on your tone. “Done worry, y/n, this doesn’t mean I’ll neglect you,” He chuckled, nudging you. “You know you’re my one and only right?”
Yeah, you thought, one and only best bud.
Pursing your lips you nodded, knowing that he probably wasn’t going to stay true to his word no matter what he thinks. Relationships change not only change you but also take up most of your time.
Hoseok stemmed his legs into the ground until he was off his swing. In seconds, he was out of sight and strong hands were pushing your back, setting your swing flying toward the sky. Gripping both chains like your life depended on it, you let out a surprised yelp. Hoseok's distant laughs breezed by your ears. You hated that you gave in and laughed along with him.
"Don't you dare push too hard, you ass!"
"Just trust me!"
"I swear, if I fly off," inhale, "you better catch me!" Exhale.
Hobi let out another laugh when you squealed at his hard push. As warm air winded through your hair and skin from the fast motion, your heart swelled at the thought that it was you who made him laugh this hard. You kept your eyes shut and pretended it was only you who could get that kind of laugh out of him.
You and Hoseok stayed in the park until the sun left no trace of it being there and the sky held nothing but darkness and stars. You had no clue how many hours you spent talking with him but they passed by like minutes. When you decided to check the time, you realized there was only an hour until everyone was to gather for the going-away party. Hoseok offered you to carpool with him since it was all taking place in his friends’ place.
You had forgotten all about Kye until you walked through the threshold of an unfamiliar house. A petite girl with blonde pixie hair rushed to Hoseok so hard that it even made you trip.
You could smell weed off of her as she jumped into Hobi's arms and peppered him with affectionate, drunk kisses. He chuckled into her mouth and you turned away from the pair as quick as you could. Cheeks flushed from witnessing what you did, you made way through the living area, heart twisting in your gut. You needed some water.
The walls were decorated with dark blue party strings and a few balloons floated around. The tables around the house were stacked with a variety of alcohol, chips, and sweets. You took a turn into what was the kitchen and filled water in a plastic party cup.
Downing it in one go, you missed the figure that came to stand beside you.
"Princess! what a surprise!"
Chin turning, you met a pair of chestnut eyes. Dark parted hair, athletic shoulders, bunny smile. It was the guy from Hoseok's friend group at that one club. Jungkook.
You blinked. It was you who was surprised. "Oh, hi." You said. "You, uh, know Yoongi?"
Jungkook leaned his side against the counter near-by. "No, not really. But I don't have to. I live here."
Brows going up, you nodded. "Yeah I guess that works too."
The boy grinned.
"How come I haven't been seeing you around? I kinda missed your superb dancing skills."
You snorted. "Right. Well, that was definitely a one-time thing, so I'm afraid you won't be able to force them out of me."
"Even if I beg?"
"Especially then."
Jungkook chuckled. "Damn. Here I was hoping you could teach me some of your moves."
You grinned but didn't say anything in response. You just filled your empty cup with water again. The brunette hummed beside you as he came closer. "Do you want something stronger, maybe?"
"You're not just trying to get me drunk enough to dance, are you?" You teased.
Jungkook laughed, hand coming to rub the back of his neck. "Nah. At least, not yet." He said with a wink. You rolled your eyes. "I'm just in need of a drinking buddy. I'd call Hoseok over but he's too busy sucking face with Kye."
The gut-twisting feeling was back again. A bitter taste coated your tongue. You drank more water in hopes to wash it down.
"I think I'll pass, actually." You said, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "I think I'm not the right candidate for that job."
"Says the girl who went beast mode on the sprite vodka we ordered last time."
You groaned. "And I very much regret doing that... Especially for my first time."
"No way! Really?" There was a glimmer of intrigue in Jungkook's eyes; inspecting you as if they didn't believe your words. As if you were some rare species. Mouthfull of water, you nodded surely in response.
"Okay, let me ask you this. Have you ever been to Rum and Coke?"
You swallowed. "Nope. What's that?"
Jungkook's eyebrows rose up to his hairline. "Damn. Princess, you're really missing out."
You shrugged. "Can't miss out on things you've never experienced."
Though he was probably right.
But you weren't the type to care about stuff like that. You liked your life the way it was, the last thing you pondered over was how many parties you were missing or how high your tolerance for alcohol was.
"That's what boring people say," he waved a hand dismissively. "I'm gonna take you there someday."
You snorted. "Sure."
"I'm serious."
Looking up, you found that he was. Despite his mouth being curled into a smirk, Jungkook looked dead-on serious. As if he was set on taking the challenge before him, with strong dedication. "Don't be scared, I'm not gonna force you to drink or anything."
"I'm not scared."
"Oh? Well, how about tonight then? Right now?"
"Right now?"
"Why not?"
Holding his gaze with yours, you saw a dare shining in his eyes. He was waiting for an incredulous reaction.
Problem was, you didn't feel very incredulous about his offer at all. Not with the long summer nights that held no responsibility. Not when Hoseok was down the hall cuddling with Kye -his soon-to-be girlfriend who got to taste his lips and swallow his laughs and feel his skin on a daily basis.
Not when your mind was a jumbled mess of jealousy, pain, and confusion the past few weeks.
"Fine." You told him. He raised a brow. "I'll go with you, but only if-"
"Ahh, the rules!" Jungkook brought his hands to a clap. "A goody-goody classic. Okay, hit me."
You sighed, annoyed if not amused. "Only if you bring me home before midnight, and not mention a thing about my dancing."
Grinning, Jungkook tilted his head. "Done." He said. "Shall we head out?"
Pursing your lips into a smile you looked down into your empty cup. "Maybe in an hour? I still wanna give Yoongi his present."
"Ahh, so you know him?"
"Unfortunately."
Jungkook chuckled.
"Since middle school, actually." You continued, grinning. "So he'll be on my ass if he thinks I didn't come to properly farewell him and shit."
"Well, we wouldn't want that now would we." He said, shoulder nudging yours. "Later it is, then. Just remember; you can't back out now. I’m not letting you."
You had yet to figure out how he got this close. Smirking, you nudged him back just as hard. "I won't back out okay? I'm thinking you might, though."
Jungkook snorted. “You don’t know me that well then.”
The front door then swung open. By the time you made way to get a good view, everyone in the living area had already screamed 'surprise' and were laughing at Yoongi's expression. The mint-hair boy didn't look all that startled but you saw the surprise-laden beneath his blank expression. Grinning, you held back the urge to go over to him. He was busy talking with Hoseok and a few other guys from school.
The next hour passed by in a strange blur. Besides Jungkook, you've spoken to many other faces over the time and managed to stumble upon Kye, who smiled drunkenly at you and hugged you warmly when you told her you were Hoseok's good friend. She was nice. Had kind eyes. Very chatty and loud and giggly. Everything about her screamed spontaneously simple. She had tattoos running up her left arm and a pierced lip. She was gorgeous in her own artsy way and a warm vibe radiated from her.
You understood why Hoseok was with her. You understood why he would never see you when he has her.
You talked with Kye until you spotted Hoseok coming over; you left as quick as you could, not ready to face him yet. With the house being stuffed with warm bodies on a hot summer night, you found yourself needing fresh air. After excusing yourself, you found Jungkook chatting up a blonde, and told him you were ready to leave whenever he was.
Now, seated on steps of the front porch, you felt like you could finally breathe. The cement felt nice and cool against your naked legs. The early night carried a breeze that smelled of cut grass and river water. The stars were surprisingly bright -no moon, though.
Your thoughts kept turning as much as the jealousy in your stomach. You felt many things today. Shame and pain ranked the highest on the list. Shame because you were wrong to have the thoughts you did about Hoseok when he's happy in with someone who cares for his heart as much as he cares for theirs. You were wrong to assume that Kye wasn't going to be enough for him. You were in the wrong, wrong, wrong.
From that, shame kept surfacing. You couldn't look Hoseok in the eye without feeling as such.
You didn't realize that a figure came to sit beside you until you felt a shoulder brush your own and a voice spoke. "Hey, stranger."
Blinking over to the body, you smiled when Yoongi's melatonin eyes caught yours, watching you through strands of mint hair. "Hey," You said meekly. "I was wondering how long you'd last in a crowd like that."
His lips turned up. "Did you guess right?"
"Ten minutes off."
"Huh. A lot less than what I thought."
You chuckled. "That's progress, then."
"I guess." Yoongi sighed. "What about you?"
"I lasted a lot less than you did, as you can see. Too stuffy inside."
"No. I meant with Hoseok." He said. "I've noticed he told you about Kye.."
Your body stiffened, you looked down at Yoongi's shoulder. Your mouth was packed with vague answers that wouldn't give anything away.
But there was nothing to give away when it came to Yoongi. He knew everything; he read you like an open book.
"There's nothing much to say, honestly." You said. "I mean I'm glad he's happy and all, but I can't just- I'm.. I just need more time, I guess. I don't know.."
Yoongi nodded. "Yeah. Understandable." Then, "Anything else?"
"I didn't break down crying in one of the bathrooms if that's what you were wondering."
Yoongi rolled his eyes, pulling out a cigarette from his side and lighting it up with his battered lighter. "You suck at answering questions, you know."
You laughed. "Well, I did grow up hanging around you a lot, so.."
His mouth turned up as smoke billowed through his teeth. "Brat." He said, keeping his gaze straight. Yoongi took in short breaths and let out long exhales.
"Do you think.." you said quietly, following his gaze. The dark sky met you. "That everything will get better eventually?"
The boy hummed. "Eventually, yeah."
"Hard to believe it at times, to be honest."
Yoongi looked over at you. Your eyes caught his; a wave of perplexity and sadness filled his dark orbs. You blinked and it was gone. "It will," he told you. "Believe me."
Nodding, you sighed dreadfully. "Any other advice, Dr. Phil?"
He rolled his eyes. "Don't let your feelings make you their bitch."
You laughed then. A hearty, loud laugh. The kind that made you rock back and lean into Yoongi. After catching a full breath, your head came to rest against his shoulder. "You suck at giving advice, you know that?"
You felt him shrug. “You get what you ask for."
"But has any of it helped you, though?"
Yoongi looked over at you, hooded eyes holding an unreadable look for too many silent beats. "Sometimes." He whispered, gaze searching yours as if he’d find an answer in your eyes.
"Y/N!" A voice had you straightening your spine and looking over your shoulder. Jungkook was by the door, slipping on a leather jacket with keys jingling in his hand. "Ready?"
Plastering on a pursed smile, you nodded. "Yeah. Just give me a minute?"
"Sure. I'll be waiting in the car." The brunette smiled at you before skipping down the steps. After exchanging greetings with Yoongi, you watched Jungkook stroll down the lawn and into a black BMW.
Yoongi was looking at you with raised brows, smoke clouding from his lips, eyes bearing no emotion once again.
"What?" You asked.
"Nothing." He shrugged. "Jealous you get to leave so early."
You rolled your eyes, shoulder nudging his. "Tell me what you really wanted to say."
The boy exhaled. "Don't get too fucked up. I don't wanna deal with your hungover ass again."
Shaking your head, you gave up with him. Standing, you wiped dust off your numb butt and stepped off of the porch, shoving both hands in your front pockets. Yoongi was observing you with a blank expression, the small of his cigarette tucked between his lips. You didn't know you were grinning until he told you to stop being a creep. Chuckling, you only leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek with lightning motion; slipping the gift-card you got him along with an old-fashioned iPod that had a mix of songs you know he’d like on it, into his jacket pocket as you did so.
"Have fun!" You said once you were a good distance away, grinning from ear to ear. "And don't miss me too much."
Yoongi just waved you away before calling you a trader. You got into the passenger seat of Jungkook's car with a smile on your face.
Talking with Yoongi made your night a lot less shitty. Despite not saying much, his mere company and mental support were more than enough.
After driving out of the neighborhood, Jungkook took off in unbearable speed down the empty freeway. With windows down and hair blown back from the warm impacted wind, you laughed and let loose in your seat to the beat of his choice of music. You nearly forgot every detail of your crushed heart until your phone started buzzing against your thigh.
The BMW was already parked in a large, foreign to you, property, and you already unbuckled your seatbelt when your cell demanded attention.
"You gonna get that?" Jungkook asked before opening the door and sliding out of the driver seat.
Wide eyes on the phone screen, you shook your head no.
Hobi it read. You declined the call. You ended up turning your phone off entirely.
You felt stupid feeling guilty for doing that. But how else are you supposed to let your heart heal if not by making some distance, creating some limits?
It had to be done. Not like he was in need of your company tonight anyway.
Hopping out of the car, you followed a grinning Jungkook into a weird-looking building that had a large neon sign flashing ‘Rum&Coke’ on it. You left your cell in his car just in case you gave in to the itch and called Hoseok back.
This... this was progress.
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Antithesis: Dear Diary: why?
[Specific-Summary]: They should expect growing pains. For not everything to feel right or make sense. That doesn't mean it'll always hurt, nor does it mean they can't have fun along the way. It's senior year. Everything may be different. It won't be senior year for long. Everything will be okay.
[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes,Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing , Self Hate,implied pregnancy talk/inability to become pregnant, adults arguing where the “kid” can hear it, adults drinking,
[Tags/mood:] highschool au, fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana) Remus “The Duke” Sanders (minor/brief)
(Ao3) (Previously)
(8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15)
(16) (17)
(Note: Please check the general warnings and character list before continuing since some changes have been made and I don’t want to throw you off later on)
Roman slung the scarf across his shoulders, “You think I should pack this?” he said, striking a pose, “You think it’s gonna be too hot for summer or?”
“You do look good in red...” Dmitri glanced up from his laptop, still typing, “And it’s better than your fifteen--separately bought-- white jeans.”
Roman flung a trench coat at his face. “Glass-fuckin houses babe, half your closet is black and boring--plus I like the white, ” he protested, “And don’t you think the red will be a bit too much with my hair?” he untucked his curls from underneath the scarf, smoothing the sides.
Dmitri laughed, “You’re the definition of a bit too much, Ro,” he said, “But if it means anything the reds been fading for a while now,”
“Wait really?” Roman picked up a hand mirror, angling it with a frown, “Dammit,” he said, “Virgil might still have some bleach left over, but I don’t want to kill my curl pattern like he did…”
“Then don’t redye it,” Dmitri shrugged, “You’ll look good regardless.”
Roman fluffed his hair, pouting in the mirror, “How good?”
Dmitri rolled his eyes, “Fishing early I see,” he said, pausing his typing to take a better look, “The red hair nice, but the brown will soften your features since there ’ll be less contrast.”
“I’dunno if I want to ‘soften my features though...It’d look cute, but...maybe if I cut my hair?” Roman tugged the scarf off, “.…people would take me more seriously.”
“Now why would you…” Dmitri paused, setting his laptop aside nodding, “Come over here, let me take a closer look.”
Roman eyed him warily.
“C’mon now, I’ve been dating you for what? A little over a year, Have a little faith,” Dmitri defended, “I’m not a snake tricking you into sinning,”
Roman crossed his arms, eyeing him up and down, “You’ve done it before--remember?”
“Oh that was fun and you know it, now c’ mere,” He offered a hand.
“It was,” Roman sighed, relenting and taking his hand. Dmitri tugged him to his knees, Roman making panicked noises as they bumped foreheads and he used Dmitri’s shoulders to steady himself, “Close enough?”
Dmitri tilted his head, “A bit closer.”
“Closer?” Roman’s lips barely brushed his.
“There we go--would you look at that,” Dmitri murmured, “A handsome prince if I’ve ever seen one…” Roman’s expression softened and Dmitri continued, “Whoever you’re trying to impress would be stupid not to take you seriously, especially with your anal work ethic--mmph,” Dmitri’s hands flew to Roman’s waist only slightly caught off guard as Roman closed the distance. The sloppy kiss eventually dissolved into Roman peppering Dmitri’s face between giggles.
“Either you’re rewarding me or you’re trying to distract...” Dmitri’s joke died off, eyes fluttering as Roman’s attention dipped lower, trailing his jaw, “Oh that’s...that’s nice…Your brother out?”
“Mhm,” Roman hummed contemplatively, before pulling back a bit, “ Yeah he is, but...I dunno I’m not really in the mood for that…Sorry..”
“You don’t need to apologize every time you know?” Dmitri leaned into Roman’s chest, feeling Roman’s hands nestle into his hair.
“It’s just so...weird.” He could hear the frown in Roman’s voice, “Is it weird? I’m going to be gone for a while too…Am I being a bad boyfriend?”
“You’re not weird, it's normal.”
“But--” Roman’s voice was quiet, “--- it’s not like you’re not attractive-- but--I dunno-- sometimes actually doing stuff like that is just...ugh I can’t even describe it.”
“The other guys might be horny bastards 24/7, but it’s perfectly normal for you Roman.” Dmitri said, “If you want to kiss we can kiss if you want to cuddle and talk we can do that too.”
“Talk’n’cuddle,” Roman mumbled and Dmitri smiled.
“So how are you feeling about the trip?”
“Oh, I’m absolutely horrified--” Roman easily spun into a rant,” I have to be holed up in that infested dung heap with that odorous rat with only my beautiful tia’s cooking as solace?” He sniffed appalled.
“Huh,” Dmitri snickered, “I’ve never heard that nickname for Virgil.”
“I’m not...talking about Virgil.”
---
R: XXX.notalink/rated:m/dontclickfortheloveofgod/dJDoJi90
Rem: WHAT THE FUCK ROMAN
Rem: WHY WOULD YOU SEND THAT
L: Why the hell didn’t you read the link first
Rem: WHO THE FUCK READS
Rem: GOD NEVER AGAIN
L: I highly doubt it's that bad
L:....I stand corrected
Rem: you clicked the link too didn’t you
L: In the name of science of course
Rem: ROMAN WHY DID YOU SEND THAT
R: ;)
Rem: EXPLAIN YOURSELF
R: ;) XXXX.notalink/rated:m/oopsididitagain/dskfJjfd9dsf3gds
L: That one is more weird than disgusting
Rem: WHY DO YOU KEEP CLICKING ON THEM
L: Why is Roman still sending them?
V: as much as i like smearing my brothers good name that isn’t roman
V: [Roman conked out on the couch, in a sweatshirt and shorts, drool pooling. Jpeg]
Rem: cute photo, 10/10
L: Agreed.
V: god both of you fuckin s t op i t s t o p s t o p
R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/you filthylinkreaders/d3gds789jk
Rem: just bc you have issues with compliments doesn't mean roman does
L:Here we go again I guess...
V; roman doesnt have any fuckin boundaries
Rem: yes, yes he does
Rem: they may be thin but he Does have them
V:sorry but he’s way too nice about it
Rem: weve more then established that me calling him cute is okay and i require the sustenance of doting on him okay? Like i get it ive pushed a bit too hard before but like im trying ok???
V: k k I i hit the breaks a bit too soon this 1 time but it’s ducking thin ass ice and I’m not above sending y’all to an icy tomb if you get gross. Roman may be a bastard but he’s still baby
L:Translation: He understands your reasoning and agrees he overreacted, but this won’t stop him from questioning our intents and calling out certain actions. Roman may be okay with joking around with stuff like that and being the center of attenuation, but he’s still self conscious and sensitive.
V:why must you add feelings and adult reasoning to everything
L: How dare you accuse me of having feelings
R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/unicornhornsanddragontails/3nskjJ03
R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/specA-Z/54Kjjf9n
R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/asliceofme/fljkl29mfJ
R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/laughsinspanish/5Kjd8
Rem:ye feelings are gross so moving on
Rem: anyway who the fuck is this
V: the bastard
R: you can call me duke [video of Roman, Virgil, and Remus as toddlers, Virgil playing with blocks and listening to some music while in the background Remus follows Roman around.mp3] [image of Roman, Virgil, and Remus currently. jpeg]
V: the bastards name is remus
R: THE. DUKE.
V: FUCK. YOU.
Rem: why the shits have i never met them and why the FUCK does he look more like roman then you do virgil
V: i think it's bc rem doesnt cover up his freckles
V: but yeah my mom and tia had a falling out
R: more like my dad was an asshole
Rem: oh shit same
R: shitty dad squad hmu ;)
Pat: oh hey!!! Me too!!!!
V: yeah it was Not Fun and mom and mama refused to let us go back until tia got a divorce
R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/deodarant/298jksf
R:XXXX.notalink/rated:m/sPicydeodarant/23kjfJ
L: Are you done yet? They’re getting repetitive at this point.
---
Sun beating on his forehead, Dmitri’s chest was light and airy. His hair was tied up in a high ponytail as he worked on repotting some of his nursery plants. Usually, he’d be listening to music, but his aunt had left early that morning for some appointment so he relished the silence.
Brushing the dirt from his hands, he winced at the fresh cuts lining his knuckles.
“You’re still out here?”
Dmitri almost jumped at Dr. Montag’s voice, “Sorry for the mess” he said, gripping the nursery pot tighter, “I-I’ll clean it up right away…”
Dr. Montag crouched, waving him off, “There’s no need. I’m running a few errands for your aunt,” his hands barely brushing the leaves of one, “This is a Yucca right?”
“Uh,” Dmitri blinked, “Yeah it is,”
He laughed, “Don’t look so surprised-- I know things,” he stood back up, “Like how to use google. It’s rather impressive that y’all manage to keep up with so many of these.”
“Barely,” Dmitri relaxed, refocusing, “We used to have a lot more, but without my dad...it got overwhelming,” he shook his head, “It’s the only thing we really….It keeps us busy..”
“This is more than busy--you put a lot of work into these, anyone should be proud,” He murmured, studying Dmitri again, “I’ll be gone in a few, just need to grab her purse. You need anything from the store?”
“Uh...No,” Dmitri frowned, “I don’t.”
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LilRed: COLLEGE BOARD CAN SUCK MY ASS
LilRed: THIS BITCH GOT A FIVE
BlueRanger: Which class?
LilRed: APUSH
BlueRanger: Nice, good job
LilRed:
LilRed:
PurpleRain: L you fuckin broke him
PurpleRain:like I legit just heard a fuckin thud I think he fell
BlueRanger: I just told him good job?
LilRed: i die from validation i die w/o validation
BlueRanger: Please don’t die
PurpleRain: thats a lame ass way to die
LilRed: @purplebitch i feel so loved
PurpleRain: mama didnt raise us for us to die so b o r i n g l y
LilRed: SO HOW DO YOU SUGGEST I DIE
PurpleRain: idk im feelin,,,,rain,,,,,lots of it,,, maybe you’re watching the sea,,,,
PurpleRain: okay I got it
PurpleRain: you’re wearing a white sundress, the ends tattered but well loved. The coast empty with nly the lapping of waves your company. You’re thinking, a lot. Not of anything particular, but thinking nonetheless. The ocean always makes you think, always makes you remember--bringing about a bittersweet tinge of remorse to your heart, but no tears ever fall.
PurpleRain:You make it a habbit to watch the sunrise each day, relishing in the sobering feelings it invokes Maybe you're a masochist at heart
LilRed:maybe it’s maybelline
PurpleRain:I AM HAVING A MOMENT PRINCEY
PurpleRain: one day, you hear footsteps approach, and assume it's your lover returned from war. The news of it's end just coming days prior and making your ventures to the coast sparked with an unfamilar hopefulness.
PurpleRain: instead when you turn around, you do not feel your heart soar. Instead it sinks. An icy panic spreading through you, a curl of dread closing your throat, it's grip tight. You need to move; to get away from them. But you cant. You cant.
PurpleRain: one shot is all it took.
PurpleRain: one.
BlueRanger:....Concern.
PurpleRain: dnd just started again im prepping ok
LilRed:fuckin nerd
LilRed: huh…. i should get a sundress tho
PurpleRain: i have a few bookmarked ill show you later
BlueRanger: Is That Really What Y’all Are Taking Away From This
---
“And so the shop explodes-no not explodes it's in flames and they have the audacity--the au,” Roman coughs readjusting the webcam, “They have the audacity to play ‘Somebody to love’ as he’s fuckin mourning,” he gestured angrily, “Like Neil might as well come into my house and stomp on my heart.”
Dmitri nodded along, amused at the combination of camera lag and Roman’s erratic movements, “Before or after you watch the next episode?” he asked.
“It’s gonna have to be after cause I already finished the season. I never recovered from that scene though, ” Roman shrugged, tapping his jaw thoughtfully, “Probably should’ve started working on my commission sheet,”
“The same sheet you said you were going to start last month?”
“Yes the same one,” Roman blew out an exasperated huff, flopping into his hands, “I don’t know why it’s so hard --I feel scummy for pricing ‘too high’ and like shit for pricing ‘too lo--,” A notification rang, and he glanced over the screen, eyebrow raised, “Huh, Lo’s callin’ to video chat, you mind if I add’em?”
“Nah, go ahead,” Dmitri said, starting to fold the pile of towels.
“Alrighty,” He answered the call, “What’s up ner-” his face lit up, “Princess!”
Giggles erupted from the screen and Dmitri glanced up curious. On the screen instead of Logan was a small girl animatedly talking to Roman. She had two front teeth missing, glitter coloring her cheeks and rainbow beads rattling each time her braids moved.
“Woah, Woah-Woah,” Roman snorted, “Slow down hon, where’s your brother? Does he know you’re using his computer?”
“He’s in the shower,” she said, batting her eyes, “And know is a very strong word, but I can assure you he’s...aware?”
“Mmm, I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said, “So what’s the fairest of the land need?”
She beamed, “You at my birthday party.” she said, more of a command than anything.
Roman made of show of mulling it over, unable to keep a straight face, “I think I can make it.”
Her fist punched the air, “Ya--”
“Nieve,” Logan’s voice called out sternly.
Her eyes shot wide and she scrambled out of frame. Seconds later, Logan reappeared in the frame without his glasses, towel tucked to his chest. He didn’t look particularly mad.
He squinted blearily at the screen, “Roman? “ his gaze slid over, “Dmitri? Shit sorry did she bug you?”
“Not at all,” Roman reassured, “It’s been a while since I came over anyway,”
Logan grabbed their glasses, adjusting the frames, “Yeah...I guess it has...Since you’re here did you get that email from the school?”
“Yeah, it’s bullshit, “ Roman said, rolling his eyes, “If the state cared they would have found the funds somewhere else, it’s all shady as fuck. ”
Logan nodded, saying goodnight before disconnecting.
As soon as his icon disappeared, Roman said, “Huh, that...reminded me,”
Dmitri started on the next pile of laundry, “Of what?” he said, brow pinched, concerned.
“I’ dunno something Remy brought up…” Roman said, playing with his hands, “It’s stupid really but---”
He yelped falling to the floor, Remus victoriously sliding into the rolling chair. He spun wildly, the web camera a laggy blur, with only loud obnoxious kissing noises heard amongst the screaming.
Eventually, Remus slowed down, and it was jarring how much he and Roman looked alike. It was more unnerving seeing such a sleazy look with Roman’s face.
“Oh Dmitri,” Remus mocked, even adopting the heavy accent Roman usually placed on his name, “Embrace me with those big, long artist hands of yours, god I’m going to melt--"
“Shut up--shut up! You Rat-- give it back-give it back--” Roman whined, clambering over the chair, elbowing him, “Give it back, fuckin- MOM,” At one point Roman managed to wrestle the laptop from Remus, kicking him out of the chair and sending him off with a finger-- which Remus promptly returned.
Dmitri’s silently wheezed as Roman turned around visibly frazzled, “God I forgot what I was say-Are you laughing at me?” he said, “Stop it--stop laughing it’s not--”
“It-” Dmitri’s covered his mouth, shoulders shaking “It kinda is,” He said between snorts, only laughing harder at the offended noises Roman made.
As his snickers died down, Roman crossed his arms, “You done yet?” he sniffed.
“Yeah…” he gasped, “Yea...h... I am…” he blinked a bit, a slow smile spreading across his face, “So... what’s this about my hands?”
Roman’s eyes shot wide, incoherent babbling coming from his mouth as his ears turned a bright cherry. He slowly shrank out of frame to promptly die.
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Okay, so here’s how this is gonna work. I’m currently sitting on the plane to Portland, typing on my phone. Last night I was writing my day post when we got to the Airbnb and it was already almost 2 am, so I left it at where I had gotten up to, which was leaving for the airport, but much happened after that that I need to tell you all about, so I’m gonna pick up where I left off and continue through. today. This plane is supposed to land at 10:25 pm west coast time, which is like 1:25 am for the east coast we were just on, so I get the feeling when we get if we’re gonna be pretty wiped and just go to bed, so I figured it would be smart to write it out now so last night doesn’t happen again. Since tumblr mobile is a pain in the ass and won’t post my massive one paragraph rantings, I’ll probably try to break it up into some sort of paragraphs. We’ll see.
So. I walked go Jess’ place and we called the Uber from there. No problem getting to the airport, got checked in without any bags as we’re just going with our backpacks and got in line for security. Well, here’s where things start to get good. I should probably preface this with some information, namely that I have a history of going through the scanning machine and for some reason it showing something like, right in the groin area. At first it was suggested it was my jeans’ zipper, so I started wearing sweatpants or cloth shorts, but it still happened for no explainable reason. My fucking life. So we’re going through security, I go through the machine and they’re like oh, we have to pat you down, it came up with a problem there and I was like ffs but kinda just laughed and they were trying to explain it and I was just like yeah, I know, been here plenty of times before, let’s just get this over with. So they pat me down, then swipe two little things on my hands and stick them into their machine, which is something they’ve done a few times before, no big. So I’m just waiting for it to give the all clear, but then it doesn’t, and the screen just goes red and says alarm, and I got told my hands just tested positive for traces of explosives????? Like obviously I had not been handling any explosives that day, or any other day for that matter. So I got moved to a secondary area for a full pat down and they grab my bag, which Jess had grabbed at this point and she was now just stuck waiting and I knew she was probably super anxious so I was like AWESOME and they’re going through my bag and all I’m thinking is there’s no fucking way they’re going to be able to repack that all in a way that makes it fit, and my annoyance is growing by the minute. I was definitely considering informing them that I was an attorney and was very aware of what my civil rights in this situation are should they try to violate any of them, but they were all for the most part polite and not spawning my attorney wrath, so I let it go. Someone said that while it said it was for explosives it could also have been caused by like a lotion or perfume or PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING and I’m just like wow that doesn’t seem like probable cause to me if literally anything can cause this reaction, but I knew that wasn’t something I could actually take up with them, that’s an argument you’d make before a judge, and I was really hoping to not escalate this situation that far, so I kept my musings to myself. Ultimately the did a full pat down (she like felt in the middle of my chest where the wire from my bra goes and is like “is there something here?” and I’m just like “yeah, my bra????”) which was obnoxious but whatever and then told me I was cleared, I had been next to a specific list of “hazardous substances” that was to be a guide for the TSA about what they should take away (and another list stating what they should take away only if it’s over 3.4 oz) and on it was both bug spray and bleach pens (like tide to go pens) which I had both in my bag as they normally live in my purse and they wouldn’t show up on a scan but if they were going through my bag they’d probably grab them, and it occurred to me that I did have some liquid stomach medication that might’ve been over the limit (I’d never thought about this before because I’ve always checked a bag and put it in there before) but to somewhat of my surprise none of those three things was flagged and they let me go. Unsurprisingly they weren’t able to fit everything in as I had (so HA) and I had to go reorganize things to fit my heating pad back in there (I had initially seen it outside my zipped bag and was concerned they were gonna take that, but I’ve had it in carry-ons for over a year now and never had an issue so it was nothing). I got back to Jess and told her it was all okay and she decided we were going to refer to the issue as my explosive vagina, so that’s the name for this incident now.
Anyway. We walked to where there was a Starbucks and got drinks, then went to the gate. We had gotten there with plenty of time of course and we still had some time to kill before we were actually boarding. The flight was supposed to be 9:35 pm to 12:37 am, since we were initially trying to plan around 9-5 jobs, so we were getting in pretty late. But we waited, then boarded and we were all the way back in row 31 because we bought the super cheap tickets, we took off about as scheduled and I read fan fic for most of the flight, which was fine. We pulled in to Newark right on time, where we deplaned and since we didn’t have any bags went to the passenger pick up area, from where we got an Uber and I starting writing last night’s post in there until we got back to the Airbnb, which we basically just changed and went straight to bed because we were exhausted. I was gonna try to shower in the morning but unfortunately the bathroom we had access to was only a half bath, so that was out of the question. Oh well, goodnight.
Alarms went off at 9, I was lazy and stayed in bed until like 9:30 because I knew I didn’t need that long to get ready, then got changed and did my make up, then grabbed some food and attempted to get an Uber to the con center. I say attempted because this didn’t quite go smoothly, I forgot how difficult Uber can be in the suburbs, and the first person we got just was not moving, then when they did they were going in the opposite direction, at which point we’d been waiting for like ten minutes so we were like okay fuck it and cancelled, the second person took a few minutes but got to us and we headed over to the con. We had friends that were already there that we were planning to meet up with, one of which had a car and was letting us stash our backpacks in her trunk so we could just walk around with our normal con
drawstring bags, so that was a relief. We got through their security quickly and started to look around. We assessed different people’s lines since we were mostly interested in meeting celebrities and not really looking around, we initially waited in Juliana’s line for a while until we were told she wasn’t gonna be there until 12:30 at which point some members of our group had photo ops, so they gave us tickets (like you’d get at a raffle) and told us to come back later and we’d get let right in. So we then ended up in Hartley Sawyer’s line, mostly because he was a tall man and Jess really wanted to hug him, and that while his character was all kinds of fucking awful but all accounts he was a really great guy and would be cool to meet. Well, he is very attractive in person (kinda like Brandon where like you know they’re attractive but when you see them in person you’re like WOW you’re attractive) as well as being really tall, and he was very nice so we all got to talk to him and get some photos with him, so that was nice. Since I had a VIP badge and I knew how to game the HVFF system at this point (lol) we’d just always go through the VIP line and everyone else was with me, even if they ended up paying for their own stuff nobody really cared or questioned it, so we did pretty well in that respect (which is why really you only need one person in your group to have VIP). Once we were done with Hartley it was time to line up for that photo ops some people had with Candice and Juliana, so me and one other friend who didn’t have them wandered around the vendors for a bit but honestly there was only a very small amount of vendors there, even for a HVFF, it was just kind of subpar. So we finished that fairly quickly and just ended up sitting at a table in the little food court area because that’s where the seats were. We were sitting at a table with 3 chairs
and a woman who was a volunteer asked if she could have the third one and we said sure, not sure if she was gonna just grab it and take it to another table or what, but she just sat down and started chatting with us so we just went with it lol. We had seen her briefly in front of Matt Ryan’s line earlier (they weren’t letting anyone else on line because he had to leave soon) so I asked about her volunteering and she had apparently just been a walker stalker volunteer (if you’re unfamiliar, walker stalker is a walking dead con that sometimes accompanied HVFF, I ventured into their area in Chi this year for Sarah Wayne Callies autograph and let’s just say I felt VERY out of place) and this was her first HVFF and she didn’t even know anybody. So we talked for a bit, I said I was (almost) a lawyer and she said her ex had been harassing her so I went into an abbreviated inquiry as to whether she’d qualify for an order of protection (because when I hear something like that I just go straight into lawyer mode) and concluded she probably could, which was information she was grateful to have. Eventually people were done and we met back up with our friends to head back to the Juliana line. Well, the whole handing out tickets situation had not worked well, as Juliana had just gotten to the table after photo ops during which a whole
other line had amassed and then everyone with a ticket came back and we’re all supposed to go in the gold/platinum VIP line to get right in but there was an absurd number of us so we were spilling out into the actual walkway a significant amount, and it was basically a total mess. Since Jess tends to be the one who organizes lines in these kind of situations when the workers are clearly out of their depths, we tracked down the man who had given out the tickets in the first place and wanted to know what the hell was supposed to be happening, and he said we were supposed to use the numbers of the tickets to go in front of anyone who had a lower number than us, but we couldn’t go in front of any actual gold or platinum VIPs which we were like okay then returned to the line and told people who basically didn’t want to do that because they didn’t want to have to tell people they should go first and would just rather wait in the gigantic line, at which point Jess and a couple of our closer friends and I were like yeah fuck this and defected to Matt Ryan’s VIP line, which we were through and got to see him fairly quickly.
Now the situation with Matt Ryan was that he was a last minute announcement on Thursday after Katie Cassidy had to drop, so we hadn’t been expecting to see him again so soon since we saw him just two weeks ago at WW Chi. He immediately knew who we were and was like “oh, you again???” at which point we laughed and informed him he had really followed us there, as we had been planning this long before he was, and we all laughed and joked around for a while before taking some selfies. He’s really such a nice and down to earth guy it’s always so much fun to see him. When we finished with him
Juliana’s line had gone down significantly, so we went in the VIP line and had to wait for a little bit but got to her pretty quickly. I had only met her before at San Jose back in December, but the friends I was with had all bonded with her at Nashville in May (the one I couldn’t go to because I had my law school graduation) so she recognized us and she is honestly so sweet and just lovely to talk to, always very kind and not trying to rush but genuinely wants to hear about what you had to say which is always very nice. There was some sort of collage that said to write love on her arms at her table so I asked if she was associated with them and she said she had actually been in the movie (so I’m gonna have to go back and watch that again to find her) so I told her I had founded a UChapter of TWLOHA during my senior year of college which she thought was awesome. We took some selfies and said thank you, then headed over to Candice’s line.
None of us had met Candice before so we were excited about that, the line moved pretty quickly and we were up there in not very long. We pretty much just told her we loved Iris and hoped she got to do more reporting in the next season (because lol) and she very heartily agreed, so I’m taking that as a good sign. We told her we were gonna see Caity tomorrow and asked if she wanted to send her a message (Matt Ryan had told us to tell her to “behave herself” which is gonna be fucking hilarious) and she was just like “I get to see Caity all the time, I’m good” which was pretty amusing but definitely fair. After that we regrouped a bit and saw what was going on before seeing that Victor Garber’s line had shrunk some since it was very large previously, and we wanted to see him of course because we didn’t get to see him stage door after we saw hello Dolly, so we told him we saw him and how much we loved it, he was so delighted to hear that and thanked us for coming, and he was very lovely to talk to and we took some good photos before saying goodbye. It was getting laterish at this point and we had to get to the airport at some point, so we started to make plans to leave, but ended up jumping in
Echo Kellum’s almost non-existent queue just to say hi and ohmygosh, he is so funny. And TALL. He said he was 6’5” not counting hair, which added at least another solid four inches and he was honestly just very large lol. We didn’t take photos since we hadn’t paid for them but he did give us hugs and spent a while chatting with us, we were saying how Curtis had gotten screwed over in the last season of Arrow when Oliver decided the NTA’s were out after Rene and Dinah had done stuff but he hadn’t done anything, which he whole-heartily agreed with. So getting to talk to him was a nice way to end our day.
We said our goodbyes to our friends, then the friend who had the car we stored our backpacks in graciously drove us to the airport. We got off at the terminal that said United express when we were on United, and went inside and checked in. Once we went to security and looked at our gate though, we quickly realized we were in the wrong place, as we were currently in terminal A and our plane was leaving out of gate C113. So we got directed to their airtrain that ran in between terminals and went to terminal C. Once we were in the right place we went through security which we had to wait a bit for, but ultimately got through without issue, which I definitely breathed a sigh of relief for. Our gate was all the way at the end of the terminal (because aren’t they always?) so we walked down there to see it before going to get food. We had some time so we went to their little sit down diner place which was nice, after the waitress assured Jess we would make it to our plane in time that didn’t start boarding for another hour and a half 😂. I got a Belgian waffle with strawberries which is basically my entire brand, so that was quite predictable. It was honestly very good so I enjoyed that. We finished up and went back to the gate. This terminal for some reason had iPads bolted down to literally every single place in the whole
damn thing, so the two seats we took both had iPads in front of them for some reason, and I wasted some time playing games on them before we got called for boarding. We somehow ended up in the slightly less shitty seats this time, so we got to board with group 3 instead of 5 and ended up in row 12, which is a hell of a lot better than 31. Since we are literally flying across the country, we knew it was gonna be a very long flight, so when we sat down we immediately tried to find the power outlets that were supposedly between our seats, which took a while but we did end up locating them, only for them to just straight up not work, I wasn’t that concerned though because I had charged my phone up to 91% and had almost a full charge on my external battery so I knew I’d be fine. Took off as scheduled and everything has been fine, as is my habit on planes I read fan fiction, namely some captain canary stuff that has been on my phone for at least a year and a half and very much needed to be completed lol so I’m glad I got through those, and once I did I started writing this so I would have time to type all of it out. It’s now 11:39 pm eastern time, so we have a bit more ways to go but now you’re caught up to my current reality. Once we land we’re gonna Uber to our Airbnb and probably just collapse into bed, hopefully sleep and then head to Rose City Comic Con in the morning to see Brandon and Caity (I would say maybe other people too, but that would only be Tom Welling, and I’m only seeing him again because they were offering a Brandon and Tom dual “Supermen” photo op and I couldn’t turn that down), so that’s exciting. That’s about all I got for now, I may add a few more lines as things happen before I actually turn in for the night and post this.
Ok, flight landed, ubered to Airbnb, currently brushing my teeth and about to pass out. It’s 10:54 pm local time but 1:54 am based on waking up on the east coast. Goodnight folks. Stay awesome.
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