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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years ago

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rome (v)

wordcount: 8.2k oops

warnings: smut !! like a lot i'm a tiny bit embarrassed. also angst at the end !!

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“You didn’t.”

Rafe gave her an apologetic smile as their train pulled out from the station in Florence, outside slowly blurring as the train picked up speed. “I think I might have.”

She let him be completely in charge of the transportation, hotels, everything - which turned out to be a terrible mistake, seeing as he’d never traveled on his own before (and had never planned anything in his life). She’d had to amend most of their plans already , as he just purchased without thinking of any logistics. Instead of buying a train ticket directly to Rome, he’d accidentally bought two tickets. One leg of the ride went an hour and a half to Pisa, then the other leg sent them on a four hour train ride along the western coast of Italy to Rome.

The two had nearly missed their fourth alarm, sleeping through the other three, and had to scramble out of bed with Sophie nearly in tears in order to throw their things into their suitcases and make it to the train on time. Rafe bought tickets in advance, like usual, but Sophie had forgotten to check over them once they printed from the kiosk and they hopped on their train just in time. After shoving their luggage onto the rack and returning to Sophie half-asleep in their seats, he realized his mistake when he re-read their tickets.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes blearily, frowning as she inspected the ticket and confirmed his confession. “How did you even manage that? There’s a direct transport to Rome.”

“I don’t know, the page was all in Italian! I don’t know Italian!” He defended, looking more and more worried by the second.

“Okay, baby, it’s okay. You’re fine.” She sighed. “Not the end of the world.”

“You’re stressed.”

“I’m not stressed.”

“You’re definitely stressed.”

“I’m a little stressed.” She admitted, handing the tickets back to him. “We also got back to the hostel at 3am and nearly missed the train and you got kissed by a random boy last night even though I didn’t listen to you when you said he was flirting and -”

“Hey.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his side, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “And I’m fine, and we’re both on the train, it’ll just take us a little longer to get there. We’re fine. Okay?”

“We’re fine.” She repeated like she was trying to convince herself, nodding. “We’re fine.”

“Exactly. Now I think you need to sleep, angel, at least until we get to Pisa. I can find us some breakfast.”

She lifted her head to squint at him. “Sorry, say that again?”

“You need to sleep?”

“No. The city we’re going to.”

“...Pisa?” He repeated, pronouncing it like “pie-za.”

Sophie shook her head. “Pisa, baby. Try again.”

He scoffed, pronouncing it his way again. “It’s definitely Pisa, Soph.”

“...Okay. You go around telling people you went to Pie-za, that’s fine with me.” She shook her head, settling back into his side. “Can you scratch my back?”

(It only took her a few minutes to fall asleep but she was pretty sure she heard him using Google Translate to see how Pisa was actually supposed to be pronounced when he thought she was sleeping.)

When they finally made it to Pisa, Rafe nudged Sophie awake and pretended not to notice when she swiped a tiny spot of drool away from her cheek. They were both starving and made the thirty minute walk to the Leaning Tower of Pisa just for kicks in their layover - she made him stop to buy her some overpriced crepes from a market stand along the way.

They were both extra tired when they returned to the train, tucking into each other’s side and using Sophie’s jean jacket as a makeshift blanket. He played with her hair idly, watching her as she was about to fall asleep again. “Soph?”

She shifted, trying to stay awake. “Yeah?”

“Are you tired of traveling?” He asked tentatively. “Like, are you ready to go home?”

“I think those are two different things.” She lifted her head a little to check over his expression. “Why?”

“I don’t know, just.” He started, shrugging, but only continued when she nodded to prompt him further. “You seem so much more confident here, you seem happier to me. If living here is something you’d want to do, I’d want you to consider that.” He rubbed the back of his neck, nervous for her reply. “Even if that means we would be apart for a little bit again.”

Sophie sat up completely so she could look him in the eye. “I love traveling, I really do. But I’ve also been homesick for three months - I miss my family, much more than I thought I would, I missed you like hell, and I miss having a routine.” She bit the inside of her cheek so she wouldn’t frown. “I haven’t been home to the Outer Banks since Christmas, and it’s August. That’s ages.”

He nodded and leaned forward, kissing her forehead. “I can go home with you, if you’d like? For the week before we have to go back to start school?”

“You’d do that? Even if you have to see your dad?”

“Yeah, of course I would.” He smiled, stroking his thumb over her cheekbone. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes for a moment. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

“I’m glad you think I seem confident, because I have no idea what I’m doing half the time.” She smiled. “I feel much better with you around, I don’t think you realize how many days I cried when I first made it to Spain.”

He frowned, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. “I don’t like hearing that. I hate it when you cry.”

“Sweet boy.” She grinned, lifting her head to nudge her lips against his chin. “I’m okay. You need sleep, you’re going soft on me.”

“Remind me how long my mistake is?”

“Four hours. We both need sleep and I can’t sleep if you’re moving around. We get to Rome around two.” She yawned, tucking her knees to her chest to keep herself warm. “Then you need a shower, you still smell a little bit like the club from last night.”

“Rude.” He leaned back anyways so she could be more comfortable. “G’night, angel.”

“Morning.” She corrected, seconds away from sleep.

He laughed, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Good morning.”

The train ride was fairly uneventful - every half hour or so, one of them would wake the other up for entertainment or to point out the window at a pretty view. At one point Rafe suggested they join the mile-high club - but for trains, aptly named by him as the “rail tail club” - she just glared at him and crossed her arms to go back to sleep.

They took advantage of the WiFi to cancel their hostel stay and actually move to a hotel instead - after what happened in Florence, Sophie decided they didn’t need the experience of making new friends. Rafe had to slyly hide the full bill from her when she asked how much it was. (He felt a little guilty seeing the relief on her face when he said it was cheaper than expected, but he swore he’d never put her through financial stress as long as he lived.)

When they finally arrived and walked the ten blocks to the hotel - with suitcases in tow, dodging other tourists and locals in the street - Rafe stripped off his clothes the second they walked into their hotel room. Sophie paused, watching him with amusement as the door clicked shut behind them. “What on earth are you doing?”

“I feel so gross.” He confessed, peeling off his socks and shoving off his shorts. “Why didn’t you make me shower last night?”

“You were drunk, baby, I had to haul you to the metro station.” She followed him into the bathroom and he turned in the shower, shutting the door so steam would fill the room. He raised his eyebrows. “You coming in or are you just gonna watch?”

“I’m too tired for sex.” She told him, hopping up to sit on the counter. He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss. “Okay. So let’s just shower.”

“Just shower? You gonna stick to that?” She let him tease the hem of her shirt up, slowly.

“Just shower. Please? I’ll wash your hair.” He encouraged, pressing a kiss to her forehead before turning to get in the shower.

“Hm.”

“I’ll wash your tits.”

He grinned when she gasped and reached out to swat his butt, making him jump before he stepped into the shower. “Or not! Whatever you’d like!”

She rolled her eyes and stripped down, joining him a few moments later. “You have a dirty mouth. I can’t let you keep getting away with that.”

He smirked, stepping close. “What are you gonna do about it? Punish me?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She challenged, backing him against the shower wall. He tried his best to hold back a laugh at how cute she looked, trying to seem all intimidating. “Yeah. You know I would.”

She leaned up for a kiss and he leaned down, eyes closing - until she suddenly pinched his nipple, twisting it. “Ow! Sophie!”

She cracked up laughing, getting under the shower spray and handed him the shampoo. “Wash my hair. I’m hungry, let’s go find food.”

“So demanding.” He complained, accepting the shampoo. “Turn around.”

“I said we’re not having sex -”

“I said turn around, not bend over.” He swapped places with her in the shower and started shampooing her hair carefully, adding the perfect amount of pressure and making sure he didn’t tangle her hair. She moaned quietly and he paused abruptly. “Sophie. Do not.”

“Rafe, keep going.” She whined, pressing her head back into his hand.

He grumbled, continuing his shampooing. “Quit making noises.”

“I can’t help it, it feels so good - hey!” She squeaked, whipping around to glare at him when he tugged on her hair at her scalp. “What the fuck!”

“You’re saying everything you say during sex!”

“Are you just constantly horny?” She scowled at him and shoved at his chest.

“Yes, you aren’t?” He argued, stepping aside so she could rinse her hair. She got under the shower spray to rinse and kept glaring at him until she squeezed some shampoo into her palm. “No. Come here.”

He ducked down a little so she could reach, humming contentedly as she ran her fingers through his strands. “Baby.”

“What.” She kept up her faux-anger, but wasn’t really too annoyed with him - he knew it, too.

“I love you.”

She softened, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as she continued to massage his head. “Love you too. Even if you are horny as hell.”

He laughed and accepted her little nudge under the shower so he could rinse her hair. “The showerhead is detachable…”

She looked him over, debating, but her stomach rumbled in protest. “I’m starving. Can’t you get yourself off? You did that just fine without me for three months, I’m sure.”

He laughed, leaning down to kiss her shortly. “I did, but it is criminal that we never had FaceTime sex.”

She raised her eyebrows. “My apartment walls were way too thin, and you definitely would have been caught at Colin’s house.” She reached down to run the tip of her finger under the length of his cock, grinning when it twitched. “Enjoy. I’m gonna get ready.”

“Sophie, baby -” He protested, reaching for her, but she just blew him a kiss and got out of the shower. She’d learned that quickies didn’t exist with Rafe, and if she started something in the shower it would be taken out to the bed, then probably go back to the shower afterward.

(She did her makeup in the bathroom just so she could hear his little groans - ones that he definitely played up for her.)

After going to dinner, and getting lost on their way back, they were both thoroughly exhausted for all their walking and their travels. When they crawled into bed after their showers, Sophie snuggled into his side, resting her head on his chest. “Hey, Rafe.”

“Mm?” He hummed, half-asleep already.

“Do you have any special requests for your birthday tomorrow?”

He smirked, sleepy. “Yeah, you wanna wake me up with sex?”

“Like, actually?”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’d do that?”

She shrugged. “If you want.”

He laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I mean, yeah, I wouldn’t complain. But just spending the day with you is more than enough.”

“Alright. What time were you born?”

“Uh…” He furrowed his brow. “7:12 am, I think. My mom used to wake me up for my birthday at that time on the dot, every year.”

“Aw. That’s sweet.” She typed something into her phone, then nodded. “Oh, you’re a Virgo rising. That makes so much sense.”

He frowned, sitting up a little. “I’m not a virgin, we had sex two days ago.”

Sophie giggled, not bothering to explain - she’d attempted to before when she was first getting into astrology, and he had just told her he didn’t believe in witches. “Has it been that long?”

“If that’s long to you, baby, I can’t even imagine how difficult three months was.” He quipped, closing his eyes and lying back down.

She rolled her eyes. “Good night. Love you.”

“Love you too.” He murmured, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her close.

The next morning, Sophie woke up and managed to slip out from Rafe’s side, ignoring his grumble and half-hearted, still-asleep attempt to keep her at his side. She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth then changed into some new lingerie, feeling a little ridiculous, but hoped it’d be worth it. When she returned to the bed, she crawled on top of him, rocking her hips gently against his hard on. “Baby.” She whispered, trailing a finger down his chest.

He stirred only for a moment but pressed his hips up against hers. “Fuck, Sophie, more,” he said and she nearly laughed at his dream mumblings. She ducked down under the covers and kissed along his length, rubbing him gently over his boxers. He woke up just as she was pulling his boxers down, thoroughly confused. “Soph?”

“Good morning. Happy birthday.” She told him with a grin before taking him into her mouth, pushing on his thighs a little when he jerked in surprise.

“Am I still dreaming?” He muttered, pushing back the covers so he could see her head. She licked directly up the underside of his cock, tracing a vein with her tongue. “Nope. Not dreaming.”

“Holy shit.” He breathed out, watching her with wide eyes. “I don’t think I’m gonna last.”

“That’s okay, we can fuck again.” She grinned up at him before taking as much of him as she could into her mouth again, moaning around him. His eyes rolled back in his head and he gathered up her hair carefully. “Fuckin - fuck, angel, faster, please.”

She obeyed, moving her mouth and hand just a little faster. It wasn’t long until he was spilling into her and she swallowed, then kissed back up his body. “Hey.”

“Hey -” He breathed out, jaw hanging open, then stopped. “Wait, what are you wearing?” He took her in with a grin and grabbed his glasses off the nightstand table to get a better view of her, wanting to see her in her full glory. “Is that new?”

She laughed, tugging at her bra strap self-consciously. “Yeah. Thought I could save it as a special birthday surprise for you.”

“Holy fuck, Sophie.” He scrambled for his phone. “I need, like, a picture to remember this or something -”

She was turning red from all his compliments and covered her hand with her face as she whined. “Rafeeee.”

He tugged one hand away, grinning at her. “Please? Just one? Or more than one?”

“Um...okay. Fine. Where do you want me?”

His jaw dropped and he gaped at her, incredulous. “You’re serious? You’ll let me? For real, that’s actually okay with you?”

She bit her lip, smiling. “Yes. As long as you keep it in a locked folder on your phone.”

“Oh my god. I’m in heaven. Is this my birthday present, the lingerie? Or the pictures?” He leaned up to kiss her, needy, and groaned as she rocked against his hips to lean forward.

She pushed him back a little, rolling her eyes. “No, you have a real present.” She stuck her chest out, adjusting the bra so her breasts were nearly spilling out of it, and fluffed up her hair a little. “Snap away, Cameron.”

He paused, waiting for another nod from her, then started taking photos, his eyes blown wide. He reached up and ran his thumb over her lips - she bit down on it gently, smirking at his expression. Rafe groaned just as he looked at her adoringly. “You’re incredible. Beautiful. I need to tell you that more.”

“Shut up.” She blushed more, letting her hair fall in front of her face.

He drank the sight of her in, lingerie and all, then set his phone aside. Abruptly, he grabbed at her thighs to pull her up and she squeaked, caught off guard and fell forward onto him. “Rafe!”

“Come here. Sit on my face.” He commanded, dropping his head back to the pillow.

She pushed herself up to straddle his hips again, wearing an incredulous expression. “You’re insane. I’m not doing that.”

He laughed darkly and curled a possessive hand around her thigh, digging his fingers into her leg just enough. “Yes, you are. Come up here. I need you.”

She could feel her cheeks getting hot from his demanding tone, the way he was taking control. “Rafe, it’s your birthday. Let me just take care of you.”

“You did take care of me, now it’s my turn.” He moved his hand up her leg to rub across her clothed clit, grinning when she gasped and twitched at his touch. “Like you said, it’s my birthday, and what I want you to do is sit on my face. C’mon, baby. I know you’re just dripping for it, absolutely filthy -”

For a moment she nearly considered climbing up on his face right then and there just to get him to shut up, but got too shy and felt her face burning with embarrassment. “You can’t just say things like that.”

“No? You don’t like it?” He continued rubbing slow circles across her clit and grinned when she shifted onto his thigh and moaned. “Hm, that’s what I thought.”

“Rafe.” She protested weakly, her resolve thinning quickly as he flexed his thigh and pushed against her.

“You know what I want my present to be?” He asked.

She started grinding slow against his thigh, trying her best to keep her gaze locked on him. “Hm?”

“I want to make you come. Three times. I know I can, too.”

“I already got you a present.” She mumbled weakly, rocking against him a little faster as her brain began to cloud over. When he shifted a little and flexed his thigh again, she gasped, leaning forward a tiny bit.

He reached up and pushed one cup of her bra down, gripping her breast roughly and pinching her nipple. She bit her lip hard to keep quiet and he shook his head right away. “I want to hear you.”

“Someone’s going to hear.” She protested, whining quietly.

“Let them. I want everyone to know how good I can make you feel.” He shot back.

“We’re gonna get kicked out for a noise complaint.” She argued, rocking her hips a little faster.

“Good. I’ll know I’m doing my job right.”

“Trust me, that’s not an issue,” she muttered darkly, circling her hips on his leg. When she came, whining, she practically collapsed onto him, so sensitive she had to move so his leg wasn’t between hers anymore.

He didn’t care and flipped them over quickly, shoving the sheets down the bed and dragged her panties down and off her legs. “So fucking pretty. Look at you, all wet, you’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?”

“You are on something today, where’s all this coming from?” She shook her head, even though his dirty words had her turned on more than she ever thought they would.

He grinned and kissed up her inner thigh, spreading her legs apart. “You love it.”

“Hm. Do I?”

Rafe moved up to kiss her lips, then down her jaw, then to nip at her throat, although she certainly didn’t need the foreplay. He pulled teasingly on the ends of her hair, a little harder than usual, and stopped abruptly to look up at her when she moaned. “Oh, I forgot, you like it a little rougher, yeah?” He asked in a taunting tone.

She rolled her eyes as she blushed, thoroughly embarrassed by his teasing. “I mean. I wouldn’t mind.”

He paused, thinking. “Do you have anything specific you want to try?”

Sophie didn’t hesitate in responding, knowing she’d chicken out if she didn’t just say it. “Did you pack a tie?”

“...a tie? What for?” He shuffled out of bed, confused, but rifled through his suitcase until he found a nice silk tie, all wrinkled from being forgotten in a spare pocket. He tossed it at her but she held it out. “I can’t tie it myself.”

“Where’s it going?”

She bit her lip as she raised both hands above her head, her wrists pressed together. “Here? But not to the bed, I think that’d be too much.”

He gaped at her for the third time that morning. “You’re sure? You want that?”

“Yeah, is that okay?”

“Yes! Yes. Just unexpected, okay. Okay. We need, like, a safe word or something right, this is some fifty shades shit - is this gonna hurt you? Or fuck, do you want it to hurt?“

She held back a laugh, finding his rambling endearing. “It’s a silk J.Crew tie, baby, not rope. It’s okay. I’ll tell you to stop if I need it.”

“Right. Right. Have you done this before? You seem a little too chill about it.” He put the tie around her wrists hesitantly in a loose knot, making sure she was comfortable before he settled himself back between her legs.

Sophie gave him a little smile, blushing. “No, I just. Thought I might like it and I trust you.”

“Okay, so let me get this straight - you won’t sit on my face but you’ll let me tie you up?”

“It’s different.” She tried closing her legs but he pushed them back open and nipped at her thigh. “Hey. Behave.”

“Yeah? What if I don’t?” She challenged him with a grin, and he just shook his head and teased a finger across her entrance. “Trouble.”

“Rafe.”

“Yeah?” He moved impossibly slow, rubbing two gentle fingers over her clit - she squirmed under him, letting out a little whine. “No teasing.”

“Hm, I think I’m going to tease all I want, with you all tied up. Can’t take control like that.”

She groaned, blinking at him. “I’m already wet, I don’t need to be edged.”

He grinned up at her. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

“S’hardly dirty.” She countered, gasping when he caught her off guard with a wide lick up her entrance. “Fuck - I -” She started helplessly as she went to grab his hair, but just had to squirm instead with her hands above her head.

“Do we have plans today?” He questioned, breathing hot air on her clit as he slipped two fingers inside her and curled them toward herself.

“Not til later - oh, there, please -”

Rafe repeated his motions and flicked his tongue across her clit. “What are we doing?”

“Can we not discuss this now?” She argued breathlessly.

“Why, can’t concentrate?” He glanced up, amused. When she went to answer, he just sucked on her clit, making her gasp. “Answer the question, angel.”

“Rafe - fuckin’ - please -” She bit out, unable to think straight. “I’m so close, baby, more -”

He swore there was nothing he loved more than when she’d call him pet names, and the whine certainly added to it. Instead of teasing more, he curled his fingers again and flicked his tongue across her clit, working her through her second orgasm. She’d abandoned all pretense of keeping quiet and gasped out for him, arching her back as she came. When he withdrew his fingers and crawled back up the bed to press them against her lips, she took them easily.

“You are way too fucking good at that.” She breathed out, trying to grab for him again, but cursed when she remembered she was still tied up.

He reached up and untied her with a grin. “You okay? Did it feel alright?”

“Yeah, of course. Though I’m not sure I like not being able to touch you.” She smiled as he pressed gentle kisses to the inside of her wrists.

“Dunno, I think I like when you’re not ripping my hair out when you come.” He grinned, nudging his nose against hers.

She rolled her eyes. “You love that.” She took on a mocking tone, making her voice deeper to imitate him. “Pull my hair, baby - oh, fuck, yes -”

“Hey! I don’t sound like that.” He laughed. “Your sex noises are more embarrassing, anyways, all whiny.”

“They are not embarrassing -”

“You want to record them and see?” He raised his eyebrows, challenging her.

She blushed, shaking her head. “No. Absolutely not. You missed your chance for that the second you came here to see me.”

“Shame. Kind of unfair though, because you definitely got a voice memo or two.”

Sophie rolled her eyes. “I’m pretty sure you sent one to me every time you jacked off, that was much more than just one or two. Took my invitation and ran with it.”

He laughed, then reached around and unclipped her bra, pulling it off and tossing it aside, then rested his head next to hers on the pillow. “I love you. So fucking much.”

“Happy birthday.” She smiled. “Love you too, sweet boy.”

He grinned, kissing her sweetly, then stroked his thumb over her cheekbone. “We’re not done yet. I promised you three times.”

She laughed. “Alright, just give me a second to catch my breath.”

Rafe raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “I’m that good, huh?”

She shoved at his shoulder, shaking her head. “You are too damn cocky for your own good. Oh! Here, let me get your present.” She hopped out of bed and pulled out a gift bag from her suitcase, all smushed down and wrinkled, and handed it to him. “Sorry it’s a mess, I had to pack it before you came.”

He sat up with an eager grin, pulling the covers over his lap. “S’okay, I’m sure it’s great.”

She pulled her underwear back on and pulled on a big shirt of his before crawling back into bed, watching him with a smile.

He unwrapped the gift and pulled out a leather jacket, whistling. “Wow! This is awesome, Sophie.”

She beamed, practically bouncing with excitement. “It’s custom fit to your measurements - I had Colin measure that jacket you always wear to be sure - and it’s ethically made. Well, as ethical as you can get with leather, but it’s handmade by this family in Barcelona, so there’s practically no carbon footprint. It’s neutral, at least. No sweatshops or anything.”

He wasn’t quite sure what all of that meant, but grinned at her enthusiasm. “It’s perfect, baby, thank you.”

“Happy birthday.”

Rafe held it up, looking at all the details, then he caught a glimpse of the tag and frowned. It was $300 - he wasn’t sure he wanted to know how many hours of work that was for her paycheck. “Sophie.”

“Just pretend you didn’t see!” She tucked it back in the jacket quickly, wincing.

“I swear this is a double standard...” He started, but decided not to finish his argument - the last thing he wanted to do with her on his birthday was fight about money.

“Don’t care. Let me treat you.” She beamed as he ran his fingers over the leather.

“You never let me treat you.”

Sophie raised her eyebrows and held up her hand with the ring as if to make her point, raising her eyebrows. “Never?”

“That was different, that’s a gift.” He pointed out.

“Yeah, so’s this. C’mon, put it on.”

“What? I’m all sweaty.”

“Just for a little bit.” She pleaded, pushing it toward him. “Please? I want a picture.”

“Oh, so you get nudes too? I thought that was a special birthday present.” He raised his eyebrows, challenging her, and she giggled. “The jacket is the present. Rafe, please?”

He made a show out of huffing and rolling his eyes but held out his hand, sitting up. She grinned and handed it to him, grabbing her phone when he shrugged it on. “Okay, lay back?”

“You’re directing me? Okay.” He laid back in bed, completely naked except for the jacket, his hand tucked behind his head. She beamed and climbed up on the bed to stand over him, just wearing his big t-shirt and her underwear, and arranged the sheets so they were just covering his dick, his chest on full display and his hip and thigh peeking out suggestively.

“Okay. Don’t smile.” She held her phone up high to get the right angle, laughing when he smirked up at her. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Yeah? Do I get a picture of you in it too?”

“Nope.” She hopped off the bed and held her hand out expectantly for him to take the jacket off. He sat up and grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it. “Sophie. Shirt off.”

“No.”

He just raised his eyebrows and she gave in with a sigh, tugging it over her head. He nodded, satisfied, and helped her shrug the jacket on. “You’re easy when you’re cock drunk.”

She gasped, shoving at his shoulder. “I do not get cock drunk -”

“You absolutely do!” He laughed, swiping his phone from the bedside table. “C’mon. Pose for me.”

She pretended to blow him a kiss, striking a bunch of poses. He grinned, holding up his phone and taking way too many shots. “There we go, angel. I’m gonna send these in to Victoria’s Secret for you.”

She rolled her eyes and flipped him off for the camera, holding the jacket closed. “Shut up.”

“No. C’mere, pick out which ones I can keep.” He reached over and tugged on her arm and she shrugged off the jacket, carefully setting it on the chair before climbing back into bed, purposely dragging herself across him. He groaned. “Baby.”

“Yes.”

“Can’t do that. I’m almost hard again.”

“Okay. You can fuck me again.” She smirked up at him and he took a deep breath, then handed his phone over. “Choose your photos.”

She flicked through them and deleted a few, then grinned at the one of her flipping him off. Sophie cropped it in a little so it was much less suggestive, her chest mainly covered, and cut it off where the jacket ended, then set it as his lock screen. “There. Now you’ll always remember this whenever you look at your phone.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, there was no chance of me forgetting.” He smirked, glancing at the screen then gave her a sincere smile. “C’mon. We need to shower.”

“No.” She threw her leg over his hips, catching him with her ankle tucked around his thigh and leaned in to kiss him, hard. He groaned against her lips, pulling her closer on top of him. “Sophie.”

“Rafe.” She mumbled, nipping at his lower lip. He nudged his nose against her cheek. “Baby.”

“Just kissing, c’mon.” She argued, even though she rolled her hips against him, felt him stiffening against her, and knew exactly what she was doing.

“It’s never just kissing with you.”

“It was the very first time.” She grinned.

“When you kissed me drunk at the party and then rejected me?” He raised his eyebrows, clutching at his chest in mock pain. “Broke my heart, Flint.”

“And look, now you have me nearly naked in bed in Rome. I think you’re doing just fine, Cameron.” She quipped and he laughed. “Damn straight.” He gripped her hips when she moved to get off him, holding her in place. “Where are you going?”

“Want you on top.” She protested, grinding down against him. His breath caught in his throat and he flipped her over with ease, hooking his fingers in her underwear and dragged them off her legs, pushing one knee to her chest as he did. He reached to grab a condom off of the nightstand and rolled it down himself with a little groan, watching Sophie bite her lip. “Tell me how I got so lucky?”

“You’re such a romantic.” She teased, reaching out for him again. He leaned down and carefully slid into her, squeezing his eyes shut when she moaned at the feeling. “Can’t help it with you.”

“Cheesy.” She accused, gasping when he thrust a little harder.

“Mean.” He quipped, leaning down to kiss her, hard, and she responded eagerly. As much as he tried to hold back, they only lasted a few minutes before they were both coming again, Sophie biting down on his shoulder to keep quiet.

Rafe flicked her chest with a grin as he pulled out of her, shaking his head. “Did you just bite me?”

“We have two more days, we really can’t get kicked out for a noise complaint.” She giggled, smiling up at him with flushed cheeks.

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The rest of the day was heaven for Rafe - Sophie was touchier than ever, even in public, and absolutely doted on him like it was her job. They wandered around a few tourist sites and by two pm, they’d already split three gelatos upon Rafe’s insistence they had to try ‘just one more flavor.’ He FaceTimed with Colin and James earlier in the day and was grinning ear to ear afterward, claiming multiple times that it was the best birthday he’d ever had.

Around six, after Sophie reluctantly agreed to their fourth gelato of the day, she waited outside in the sun as he went and got their cup to split. When Rafe returned from the shop with gelato for both of them, she covered her phone with her hand. “Thank you. I have someone on the phone for you.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Julia and Allie already texted me earlier today.”

She just smiled and handed him her phone - her dad waved at him with a grin on FaceTime. “Rafe, buddy, happy birthday!”

Rafe’s grin was so instantaneous it nearly hurt. “Jeff! Hi, thank you! That’s so nice of you to call!”

“Of course, had to check in on you. How’s your day, been good so far?”

Rafe blushed and shot her a panicked look as Sophie shot him a glare off-camera. “Yes sir, it’s been great. Sophie and I have been exploring the city and stuff, getting to know the history.”

“That’s great, I’m glad. Have any big plans tonight?”

Sophie scooted over so she was on screen. “We do, but he doesn’t know about them yet.”

“Ahh, a surprise. What else have you done, the Colosseum? Vatican City? Your mom would enjoy that.” Jeff grinned as Sophie rolled her eyes. “Dad, I’m not taking him to the Catholic Church on his birthday -”

“I know, Sophie, I was kidding.” He shook his head and Rafe held back a smile. “You have two weeks before school starts, right Soph?”

“Yeah, just need to do a few TA things and get my studio set up. Why?”

“I was thinking, we’d love to have you home for a weekend if you have time before classes start. Rafe, you’re welcome to come over as well.”

Rafe brightened as Sophie nudged her knee against his, smiling. “I’d like that. If Sophie’s not too busy, I mean.”

“No, I think I can figure that out. I miss you guys.” She smiled. “So Rafe gets to stay in my room, right?”

Her dad froze up for a second. “I was thinking the guest room or his own room at his house, actually -”

Rafe’s eyes went wide and he pinched Sophie’s thigh, shaking his head quickly. “I can stay at my house! That’s perfectly fine. She’s kidding. We’re in separate dorms on this trip, so it shouldn’t be any different -”

“Oh my god, no, you’ll stay in the guest room.” Sophie rolled her eyes. “Okay, dad, we have to go.”

“Right.” Her dad eyed them skeptically, then smiled. “Well, happy birthday, Rafe, hope it’s a good one. I’m excited to see you both soon.”

“I appreciate it, sir, that means a lot. Thank you.” Rafe beamed, but he could feel his neck getting hot, hoping her dad wouldn’t pick up on his terrible lying.

“Alright. Be safe, you two.” Her dad hung up and Sophie’s cheeks burned a little, feeling he was implying a double meaning. She swatted his chest. “Can’t you control your blush for two seconds?”

“No ma’am.” He replied with a grin. “That was so nice of your dad. Did you ask him to do that?”

“No, he just texted me and asked when he could call. He likes you. Even if you’re a shitty liar.” She gave him a pointed look and he just laughed.

“He’s cool.” Rafe nodded, satisfied. “Man, that was so nice. I can’t believe he thought of me.”

She paused, eating a spoonful of her gelato. “Has your dad said anything today?”

“No, he won’t unless Rose reminded him. But that’s unlikely.” He shrugged. “Sarah and Wheezie texted me, that was nice.”

“Your dad’s not going to call on your birthday?” She frowned.

Rafe shook his head. “No. I’m usually up at school by now anyways, so he forgets. He remembered senior year of high school, but that was because I had a party at my house and asked him if we could string up lights by the pool.”

“Oh. I don’t remember that party.”

He gave her a sheepish smile. “Yeah, uh, I didn’t invite you and your friends on purpose. Was trying to keep it lowkey, y’know.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Wait, was that the one that Cassidy Anderson got so drunk at, she had to get her stomach pumped? And Kyle Green broke his ankle -”

“When he tripped into the pool, yeah, that was the one. Word got around that I was having a party, I’m kinda surprised you didn’t end up there anyways.”

She laughed. “Carter went and texted me not to come, he thought the cops were going to show.”

He wrinkled his nose at the memory. “They did. It was bad, Shoupe told my dad and everything, I was in trouble for a month after that.”

Sophie raised her eyebrows, skeptical. “I’m sure you being in trouble meant nothing.”

“No, he canceled my golf lessons. That was actually a big deal, he knew I liked them.” He frowned a little.

She bit her lip as she suddenly remembered - her dad came home and told her mom that the big tips from the Camerons were going away, that they’d have to cancel their flights to go visit her in Sophie's first semester of college because they needed the refund as a safety net. It was a big deal that they had even promised to come at all, usually her dad had to work weekends to fit in more lessons and he’d asked off just to come see her.

When Ward canceled the lessons, a few of Rafe’s buddies followed suit and canceled as well - she and Carter went around to every course in the area that week to put up flyers to get their dad more customers. She felt a momentary pang of guilt putting two and two together and shook her head, trying to redirect the conversation. “Right. Um, so you want to head back to the hotel, get ready for dinner? I made a reservation for us at 7.”

“Yeah. You alright?”

She gave him a slightly forced smile. “I’m alright. Let’s go, birthday boy.”

He narrowed his eyes a little, but didn’t push it.

Dinner that night was on the rooftop of a hotel overlooking Rome, and they both dressed nicer than they had the whole trip, with her in a cream colored silk slip dress to complement her tan and him in a pair of nice slacks and a sleek short-sleeved button down. When their waiter came out to greet them with a drink menu, he glanced at Sophie’s attire and her ring and raised his eyebrows. “You are the honeymooners, yes?”

She blushed, shaking her head. “No, sir, the birthday. Under Sophie Flint.”

“Oh! The white dress, I was confused.” Their waiter gave them an apologetic smile. “Here is your drink menu, I will be back.” He returned later with two glasses of complimentary champagne, as well as the bottle of wine they ordered, and apologized again.

When he left, Rafe lifted his glass with a cheeky grin. “To my blushing bride.”

She scowled and stopped just short of kicking him under the table. “Shut the fuck up. Happy birthday.” She clinked her glass against his, shaking her head as he cracked up, thinking it was hilarious. “You’re not allowed to buy me any more rings, this just causes trouble.”

“Good trouble.” He protested and took off his signet ring with his initials, sliding it onto her thumb. “C’mon, you hardly wear any other jewelry daily. I like buying you things.”

“I know you do.” She rolled her eyes and pushed the menu to him. “Here. It’s our last night so go crazy.”

He paused, scanning over the menu. “Are we splitting this?”

“No, it’s your birthday dinner. My treat.” She frowned when he flipped the menu to just the entrees without any meat or fish. “No worrying about money.”

“I’m not. The carbonara at the other table looked good.” He replied, wishing he’d looked at how much the wine was that she ordered and made a mental note to pay for all their meals in the airport.

“You don’t like carbonara.”

“Maybe I do here.”

“Rafe.” She reached over and flicked the menu back to the more expensive options. “Do not hold back. I’m serious. I got this reservation back in June and I have more money left in my budget for this trip than I thought I would by now. Let me do this for you.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. And if you really want the carbonara, I’m getting it, so you can have some.”

He laughed as she reached over and refilled his wine glass. “Trying to get me drunk so I’ll give in?”

“Yeah, will it work?” She grinned.

He just shook his head and took a sip with a smile. “You’re spoiling me today.”

“Yeah, you deserve it.”

They were both giggly and drunk by the time they made it back to their hotel, after missing their metro stop twice. When they finally showered and collapsed into bed - to actually sleep, that time - Rafe hugged her close and pressed his lips to the top of her head. “I love you, Sophie. Thank you. So much.”

“Love you too, baby.” She murmured. “My favorite.”

When Rafe’s watch buzzed at 1am the next morning, he stirred a little, going to turn it off, but paused when he saw he had a call from his dad. He carefully untangled himself from Sophie’s koala grip and slipped out of bed, tugging on some joggers and a shirt before heading out to the hotel lobby to answer the call. “Dad? Is something wrong?”

“Can’t I wish my son a happy birthday?” Ward asked.

Rafe relaxed a little bit, settling back against a couch. “Yeah, um, it’s just early. I figured something was wrong with Wheezie or Sarah.”

“Ohio’s got the same time as the Outer Banks, kid.”

“I’m on that trip with Sophie, remember, I told you about it in June? We’re in Rome. I’m going home soon.”

Ward’s tone turned slightly sour as he was reminded. “Right. Forgot. You went all the way across the world for this girl?”

Rafe dug his fingernails into his palm, keeping his tone even. “For my girlfriend, yes. I love her.”

Ward sighed. “I’m sure you think you do, Rafe.”

“I know I do.”

His dad paused before speaking again. “I just don’t understand. You had a perfectly good thing going with Brooklyn, she has a great family. She’s used to our lifestyle.”

Rafe was exasperated, as well as exhausted, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “She cheated on me, Dad. Do we have to talk about this now?”

“Must have done something to fuck it up.” Ward shot back, taking on a defensive tone.

Sophie had realized she was alone in bed by then and crept out of their room, following the muffled sound of his voice to find him in the lobby. She crossed her arms, frowning, and mouthed ‘come back to sleep.’

Rafe motioned her away and gave her a fake smile, shaking his head. She frowned, not convinced, and came up behind him on the couch, slipping her arms around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.

“I didn’t do anything.” Rafe replied curtly, standing to follow her back to the room. He lowered the volume on his phone so Sophie couldn’t hear a single word.

“Right.” Ward was unconvinced. “I’m sure this girl is just with you to get money out of you, don’t let yourself be fooled. I didn’t work this hard for our family just to let you think you’re in love with someone that can’t provide.”

Rafe was too tired to argue and kept his face impassive, wanting to end the conversation sooner than later with Sophie there. “That’s not it.” She took his hand and led him back to their room, staying quiet but watching his expression carefully.

“I’m just looking out for you.” Ward insisted. “You didn’t - you didn’t knock her up. Did you?” He questioned and Rafe wrinkled his nose a tiny bit at his accusatory tone. “No, Dad, of course not.”

Sophie raised her eyebrows, surprised that Ward had called, and let them both back into the room. Rafe gave her a quick smile and shut himself in the bathroom, not wanting her to hear any more.

“Oh. Well. Just, be careful.”

“I am. Uh, thanks for calling, I guess.”

“Right. Happy birthday. 21, right?”

Rafe’s face twisted and he was surprised to feel a few tears running down his cheeks as he leaned back against the wall, head hung low. “Close. 22.”

Ward made a small ‘huh’ noise. “22, I knew that. Night, son.”

When Rafe hung up, he let out a choked laugh, pressing the heels of his hands hard against his eyes. Even if it was the first time in a while his dad had called on his birthday, he still couldn’t even remember his age.

Carefully, Sophie opened the door, peering in. “Baby? Are you alright?”

He turned to her with tears in his eyes, trying his best to force a smile, but she realized right away and pulled him into a hug, holding him tight. “Come back to bed, Rafe.”

He followed her out and crawled back into bed with her, burying his face against her chest as she combed through his hair. “I deserve better.” He mumbled brokenly.

She frowned. “Of course you do, baby. I’m sorry. What’d he say?”

“Doesn’t matter.” He muttered, and he was so tired that he let his guard down to cry, shoulders shaking a little as he did. Sophie practically clung to him, letting him bury his face in her neck as she stroked her back. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re alright.” She whispered.

He nodded a little, nudging his leg over her waist to draw her closer. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Rafe, so goddamn much.”

“What time’s our flight tomorrow?” He mumbled against her skin.

“Not til six, we can sleep in if you want.” She pulled back just a little to kiss him, peppering kisses over his cheeks. “I love you. No matter what anyone says.”

He frowned and her heart broke just looking at how defeated he seemed. “You didn’t hear, did you?”

“No. It’s okay. You gotta sleep, baby.” Sophie pulled the blankets back over them, nudging him up so his head was properly set on the pillow, even though she knew he’d have his head on her chest by the time she woke up.

“Soph?” He whispered after a few seconds, sounding close to sleep again.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

She squeezed his hand gently. “Of course. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

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do you know any mafia/spay nh au? 😁😁 thank you in advance!!

I do! There are many!! These are two of my favorite tropes to read!!!!!!!!!! 😄😄

NaruHina Mafia/Gangs AU

“When the Devil Picks Up a Stray” by callmesenorita - Rated E, A/B/O Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. Hinata, an Omega, questions buried feelings when she decides to help a childhood friend who has adopted a new persona under the name Menma. Although their attraction is instant he is no longer the Naruto she once knew, and soon enough Hinata is thrust into a dangerous yakuza conspiracy.

“Bound” by suryass - Rated E, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Series of One-shots/Incomplete. Mafia AU-Collection of oneshots.

“July - Movie-Inspired” from “Still Falling For You” by @chloelapomme - Rated T, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. Naruto and Hinata peacefully live with each other. Well, almost peacefully…

“Powerless” by @bunny-hoodlum - Rated E for a lot of things like depictions of violence and character death, High School AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. - His family’s past can’t be taken at face-value, and it comes clawing back to hurt him in ways that are out of his control. DELETED FIC.

“Opposites Attract” by KyuubiLover100 - Rated E, High School AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Citizens of Konoha all know that "The Light cannot exist without casting its Shadow." It's the unspoken system that the city runs on. Everyone knows their place and their roles. Those in the Shadows do what those in the Light cannot. Uzumaki Naruto knows this and has known this since he was young. Hyuuga Hinata knows this as well and understands her Father's wished, but still...

“put on your warpaint” by @borzbois - Rated M, Tattoo Artist/College AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Hinata meets a stranger with beautiful tattoos. She never could have guessed the turn her life would take when she asked to draw him.

“MOB” by @bkgsbby - Rated M (?, I think), Mafia/Arranged Marriage AU, Socmed format, Ongoing. When Hiashi can’t repay the debt he owes Kushina, he offers his daughter instead.

“All Kinds of Wrong” by Kieren - Rated E, Infidelity/Modern AU, One-shot. It was ironic how something so pure had sprung from such a sordid arrangement. They were perfect for each other. But they had met at the wrong time.

“Pink Chiffon” by @scalding-coffee-cup - Rated M, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. During the day, she wears pink chiffon and nude pumps; her glossed lips curve into an innocent smile. At night, she struts down the alleyway in black stilettos and wears a scowl on her red lips. The pistol is her most expensive accessory.

“Molasses” by EroPrincess - Rated E, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Adult film star, Hinata Hyuga, encounters a fledgling underground kingpin, Naruto Uzumaki. Is it possible for a romance to blossom between two people from very different worlds?

“Second Chances” by enzhe - Rated T, High School AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. Namikaze Naruto was abducted, then declared dead. Twelve years after he disappeared, his parents find him: now a scrappy, reckless teenager, with good friends, a lot of trauma, and ties to the murderous, anarchist Nine-Tails gang. As the family tries to put itself together, trust breaks, hurts heal, and the power struggles that led to Naruto's abduction resurface.

“Dirtbags// The Fox” by OwlwaysHungry - Rated M, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Naruto and his friends end up having to work for a notorious drug dealing gangster by the name of Kyuubi after a not so satisfying night out.

“a home is a dream” by girlbaldwin - Rated M, Modern AU, One-shot. Naruto Uzumaki returns home with all the force maelstrom, three days after her husband’s disappearance and six years since she went and stumbled on Neji’s body floating in the creek downtown.

“Gangster AU” from “Tales of Two Ninjas” by @magmawrites - Rated M, Modern AU, One-shot. This world is an endless cycle of destruction, no matter how hard you try to stop it and sometimes the innocent get involved in the crossfire.

“What He Wants” by agitosgirl - Rated M, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Hinata Hyuuga is an average girl struggling, and failing to stay on top of things. But everything in her life changes once she meets a handsome stranger at club. She knows that he wants her, but doesn't realize that he has the power, and the determination to do whatever it takes to make her his, no matter the cost.

Untitled collab w/ @matchaball for anon by @utsus - Rated T, Modern AU, One-shot. Prompt: She’s his ace in the cards that no one sees coming (that they honestly should’ve seen) and yes: she dislikes violence.

NaruHina Spy AU

“Made in Heights” by @utsus - Rated E, Modern AU, Long One-Shot/Incomplete. Hinata is definitely skilled enough to infiltrate the highly secured Uchiha party and steal sensitive intel that will save lives. It’s just a matter of making it out alive.

“Spy AU” from “Tales of Two Ninjas” by @magmawrites - Rated M, Modern AU, One-shot. They were one of the best teams The Agency had ever seen. Until they broke one of their most important rules…don’t fall in love with your partner.

“Lady Usagi” by @mmmbuttery - Rated G, Canon-Divergent AU, One-shot. A quiet girl working in an inn meets a noisy young lord, but all is not as it seems.

Untitled wip by @matchaball - Rated T, Modern AU, One-shot. He will always entrust her to watch his back in a heartbeat.

“Team 7″, “Team 8″, and “Stellar Interview” by Journalist298 - Rated T, Modern AU, 3 Related one-Shots. Stories of the Konoha Security Agency.

“Reaching you” by Wasabisugar - Rated M, College/University AU, Multi-chapter, Unfinished. As an undercover elite spy with a mission expected to last several years ahead, Hinata is ordered to acquire information from the owner of La Vie Global Resorts - Uzumaki Naruto - surrounding a massive drug deal. However, the man she's met with is nothing like what she expected and she soon finds herself developing feelings for the one person she is set out to expose.

And there’s the one I wrote “Undercover” - Rated E, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Unfinished. Naruto and Hinata join the Twelve Guardian Ninja of the Land of Fire's Daimyo. But not really. Their mission is to smoke out the rat among them who's selling political secrets to insurgents, while making sure the other Guardians don't figure them out. Neither can tell when their acting became so convincing.

That’s everything I could think of!!!!!! I worked all night on this omg why 😪 lol It’s because I kept on rereading!!!!! HOW COULD I NOT WITH THIS GOLD.

PLEASE ENJOY!!! HAPPY READING!!!!

#anon #naruhina fanfic recs #naruhina fanfic rec list #naruhina spy au #naruhina gangs au #naruhina crime au

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kitkatd7 · 4 years ago

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I Hate You More

Summary: You're in love with Bucky- but he hates you. Right?

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky x Hydra Survivor!Reader

Tropes: Bodyguard AU - Whump - hurt/comfort

Warnings: Angst, talk of previous torture, cursing, fluff ending

Word Count: 3,883

A/N: This isn't my best work but I hope you enjoy it regardless!!! Please let me know what you think as this is a combination of about 4 things I've never tried writing before! This was written for @waywardodysseys in the @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest!!!!❤❤❤ thank you @fandomsandxfiles for beta reading it!!!!

Masterlist of Masterlists

Marvel Masterlist

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You had walked into the Avengers Tower conference room timidly, giving all of the Avengers a shy smile and small wave- You weren’t very trusting with new people but something about them felt… safe. As if nothing could ever hurt you again so long as you were with them. It felt like you were part of the family; It felt like home.

----Two months later----

Bucky was head over heels for you; He liked everything about you since the very first day he met you. He craved your touch and loved the sound of your laughter more than anything, the way your eyes lit up when you were excited and how your intoxicating scent drew him in. And for him… that was a big issue. He wasn’t ready to deal with all of the emotions that welled within him when you were around and he definitely couldn’t admit his feelings. He told himself you wouldn’t feel the same way but deep down he knew he was just afraid.

So he made a decision.

God, it killed him to do it- but he made himself hate you; Forced himself to give you nothing but rude comments and cold glares at every turn. He didn’t talk to you unless he absolutely had to.

You tried to be friends with him, you did everything you could think of; Invited him whenever you went out to the bar with Sam and the girls, asked him if he wanted to train together or watch movies- but he just sneered and turned away. After weeks of the same cold treatment you couldn’t handle all of the rejection and blatant hate you received from him, so you stopped asking him to do things with you and eventually you started avoiding him; made excuses not to go to movie night, making sure you were never in the gym at the same time as he was.

Regardless of the hate you received you couldn’t bring yourself to return it- quite the opposite, actually- You fell for him. Hard. Fell for the small smiles he gave so rarely (Even though they were never directed at you) The soft sound of his laughter ringing throughout a room and the sweet way he displayed his love for the team. His ocean blue eyes that you could get lost in so easily, the deep, warm lilt of his voice.

Why did you have to be in love with the man who hated the ground you walked on?

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A year later and he still hates you.

Now you're standing in the conference room of the Avengers Tower, being briefed on your next mission by Director Nick Fury himself- Or you were being briefed before a certain tall, dark and brooding Sergeant stormed in.

“Director, may I have a word? Privately?” He emphasizes, shooting you a deliberate glare.

“Well I would love to accommodate you, Sergeant, but as you can see I’m having an important conversation with Agent Y/L/N,” He states easily while Bucky looks at you coldly. “I’m sure whatever you have to say to me, you can also say to her as well.”

“I don’t want to be her bodyguard,” he says bluntly, switching his gaze back to Fury.

Chuckling lightly, Fury looks between your fallen expression and Bucky’s stone one. “Care to explain why, Sergeant?”

“She’s cocky, arrogant and reckless, she’ll do anything to get her way and God help us if she doesn’t- she’s stubborn and hard-headed.” Bucky regrets what he’s doing to you; He hates hurting you like this but he doesn’t know what else to do so he schools his features and presses on, delivering the final blow. “I enjoyed my time with Hydra more than I enjoy being around her,” he finishes, immediately regretting it when you flinch away from him and your mask slips, your features morphing into an overwhelming expression of pain and anguish.

You quickly put your mask back in place, willing yourself to keep your eyes from tearing up. You subconsciously run your fingers over where you know the scars are on your forearm from when you were a prisoner of Hydra. Only Fury knows what happened to you and you’d like to keep it that way for the time being.

Sitting up, Fury starts stacking files briskly, giving you a small apologetic glance; He knows what effect the mention of Hydra has on you. “Well Sergeant, as much as I would love to help- I can’t. You are one of our best agents and she needs to be protected. Hydra wants her and we can’t let that happen. You know what they’ll do if they get her. We have bigger issues than your feelings at the moment, you may both go,” he says dismissively.

Turning, you make your way out the door and away from both of them as quickly as possible as tears stream down your face despite your efforts to keep them at bay. After all this time his words and actions still cut deeper than any knife ever could. Why does he hate you so much?

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It’s been a little over a week since you were assigned your bodyguard and you're sick of it already. Why couldn’t you get a bodyguard that actually likes you? God, it’s frustrating; being tailed constantly by someone who probably doesn’t care if you live or die- especially when it’s literally their job to keep you alive. And as luck would have it, he has to go on your next mission as your bodyguard. You don’t need Bucky to go; It’s an easy mission, gathering intel from a double agent and you could easily do it by yourself. Child’s play. But Fury insists on him going with you.

So here you are; Sitting in a club, sipping on bourbon and coke- Without the bourbon- Waiting for your contact to show while Bucky watches you from across the room. He’s trying to focus but it’s hard when you're wearing that; Form-fitting black jeans and matching knee-high leather boots, a tight, long-sleeve maroon crop-top that accents your curves perfectly.

You usually wouldn’t wear this but tonight you're not you- you're just a girl out for a night on the town with her boyfriend- So you play your role, toying with your necklace and squealing excitedly when your ‘boyfriend’ comes and kisses your cheek before taking his place next to you.

“So what do you have for me?”

He leans closer, whispering in your ear, “Rumlow has a meeting set up tonight, he’s bringing in another weapons shipment on the east loading dock by the river.”

You rage inwardly at the information but keep in character, pressing your lips to his before leaning to whisper in his ear, “What time?”

“11 o’clock sharp, he’s bringing his squad with him.”

“Shit,” you mumble, faking a smile before standing to go to the restroom. “I’ll be back in a minute, baby,” you say cheerfully, loud enough for anyone close by to hear.

Bucky glares across the room at your contact, he knows it’s all a ruse- but he still bristles when the other man touches you, kisses you.

His girl.

What? Where did that come from? She’s not yours, he reminds himself but he still rages inwardly.

He snaps back to reality when you stand and move towards the ladies' room. Anyone watching would have thought you looked like you were having the night of your life but he could see the energy and rage sizzling beneath the surface.

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You storm into the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind you. You lean heavily on the counter, staring at your reflection in the mirror as you will the tears to stay down but it’s no use. Rumlow. The man who literally ruined your life. He was your captor during your time with Hydra- He’s the one who gave you your scars. You run your fingers up under your sleeve, grazing the scars gently as the tears start to fall, the only sounds are your quiet sobs of anger and the tip-tap of the leaking faucet. You yank your sleeve down quickly when you hear the door open behind you.

You whirl around, not expecting to come face to face with Bucky.

“What the hell are you doing in here Barnes? Someone could have seen you! Or what if someone comes in? You could blow my cover!” You fume, not really mad at him but you need an outlet for your rage.

“Calm down, doll. I just came to see if you’re okay,” He murmurs, locking the door to keep you from being interrupted.

“I’m fine,” You tell him unconvincingly, swiping at the tears that are rolling in steady rhythm down your face.

“You don’t look fine.”

Scoffing, you turn away, leaning on the counter again. “Since when do you care?” You spit bitterly, turning your head away from him.

“I’ve always cared…” He whispers softly, reaching out to comfort you but his hand drops to his side, his fingers curling into his palm uselessly. His words surprise you and you look at his reflection in the mirror. You don’t know what you were expecting to see there; Sarcasm maybe? An indication that he was lying? But all you see is a gentle sort of… Openness and honesty on his face that confuses you all the more.

“What do yo-” You start but you're cut off by someone banging on the door and yelling: “Hurry up!”

Snapping out of your thoughts and confusion, you push past him towards the door; blinking back fresh tears. “I have to go.” And then you're gone- making your way through the crowd quickly without a backward glance at the man who’s calling your name.

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Bucky walks towards your contact, sliding in next to him casually, but he’s raging inside. “What did you say to her?” He asks quietly, desperate to know what has you so absolutely wrecked. He’s never seen you like this… He’s seen you storm out of a room with tears running down your face (courtesy of him) He’s seen you punch a man in the nose for making a pass at you- But never like this.

"Exactly what I was supposed to. It's my job to pass on the information and I did, it’s not my job to babysit the agents afterward or keep track of where they go."

"What. Did. You. Say." Bucky spits through gritted teeth, his metal fingers digging into the bar.

Sighing, the agent turns towards him fully. "Look, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but since she's your girlfri-"

"She's not my girlfriend."

The agent gives him a disbelieving stare; one eyebrow raised in question. "It sure looks like she is. I saw you on the other side of the room- you looked like you were gonna slit my throat for touching her."

"I'm still considering it."

Ignoring the not-so-empty threat, he continues; "I told her about the meeting Hydra Agent Brock Rumlow is having tonight and after I gave her the location and time, she split."

Pushing away from the bar, Bucky slips on his leather jacket. "Who’s Rumlow? And where's she going?" He asks briskly, all business despite his wildly beating heart.

"You really don’t know who he is? Sorry but that I can’t tell you- You’ll have to ask her. And she’s going to the east loading dock by the river, Rumlow will be there in less than an hour."

Nodding curtly, Bucky storms towards the door, people moving out of the way when they see the frenzied looking giant of a man.

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“What the hell do you think you're doing?” Bucky growls, pushing you against the brick wall in the alley that you're using for a stakeout point. You wince when your shoulder hits the wall painfully, your head tilting back to meet his anger-filled eyes.

“Staking out a dangerous Hydra operation,” You say nonchalantly.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, what are you actually doing here? Why are you going in without backup? Or telling me? What’s so important that you have to risk your life for it?” He demands, his Brooklyn accent growing thicker, expression darkening further.

Anger flashes in your eyes at his question. “Why the hell should I explain it to you? It’s none of your business, and even if it was it’s not like you would care anyway!!” You yell, heat rolling off of you in waves as he takes a step back, grip loosening as he stares at you in confusion and regret- He didn’t mean to be so hard on you. He was just worried.

“Doll-”

“I am not your doll,” You growl. “I am not some pathetic girl you can just order around like you own her and then treat her like absolute shit, so don’t start with me.”

He whispers your name as you stalk past him, heading for a better viewpoint. “I didn’t mean it like that, please…” He trails off, but you're already disappearing into the shadows.

“Damn it!” He huffs, slamming his metal hand into the brick wall before tailing you, finding another alley not far from where you are; watching the loading dock.

A little while later, Bucky curses when he sees two dark SUV’s pull up, followed by another two vans. He watches intently as ten men step out and approach each other- five from each group of vehicles. He strains to hear what they say, but even with his enhanced abilities, he can’t make out anything of use.

Before they get any farther than a few words, you spring out of the shadows close by, easily taking out three guards as Bucky swears again before racing out to help you. By the time he gets there, you’ve taken out another three- Thanks to the element of surprise and training with Natasha.

Firing his Glock quickly he takes out two of the remaining four, lost in the flurry of ringing gunshots and the sound of fists connecting with their targets. Springing onto the remaining two, Bucky tussles with them a moment before knocking them to the ground and turning to see another Hydra agent stalking up behind you as you scuffle with another, his knife drawn. Shit. He must have miscounted. Before Bucky can fire his gun again he’s tackled from behind, his gun skidding just out of reach as he scrambles to fight off his opponents. Rolling away from the first and rushing to his feet, he kicks the second squarely in the chest, sending him flying against the truck, his head lolling to the side; unconscious. Clamoring to his feet, Bucky rushes to grab his gun, firing it in quick succession, hitting his targets expertly- 4 rounds. 2 men. 1 goal. Turning quickly to locate you, he sees you straddling the last one, your knife pressed against his throat and your teeth bared dangerously. Approaching slowly, he watches as you whisper a name… Brock.

Bucky looks on in confusion as the man laughs dryly, his eyes glinting with… confidence?

You dig the knife deeper into Brock’s neck and watch as blood trails slowly down his skin, leaving scarlet trails in its wake. As Bucky steps closer, he catches the end of what the man was saying: “-You always were weak.”

You visibly tense before throwing your dagger to the side and by the time Bucky jumps forward to pull you off, you’ve landed several well-aimed blows and Brock’s face is covered in blood.

You're all breathing hard as you struggle in Bucky’s grasp, lunging at the no longer arrogant man on the ground. “I am not weak, Brock. I survived- I survived every cruel thing you did to me; Every stab wound, every burn, every scar. Every. Single. One. And not only did I survive, but I made the most out of my life after everything you put me through; I got a job that allows me to catch bastards like you, and that job gave me a family- a family that doesn’t know my past and doesn’t care because they love me anyway. And all of that makes me strong. Stronger than you could ever be,” you growl, looking over your shoulder in surprise when you hear sirens and turn to see Fury’s black Tahoe screech to a halt, accompanied by three other black SUV’s; Agents piling out of them, guns drawn.

Bucky grabs your arm and hauls you back as agents surround Brock and you stare up at Bucky. “Did you call him?”

“I did.”

Wrenching out of his grasp, you turn towards him. “Why the hell would you do that? I was doing fine! I had it handl-”

“You mean we! I saved your ass! without me, you would be drowning in a pool of your own blood right now!”

Snarling, you start with a biting remark when the world around you starts to spin and you stumble unsteadily into Bucky’s chest. You barely register Bucky’s arms wrapping around you or him calling your name as hot pain sears through your side. Everything seems fuzzy; Muffled. You swear you hear Bucky say your name but he sounds… panicked maybe? You can't tell, it sounds so far away and all you know for sure is your side feels like fire and then everything goes black.

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You try to open your eyes but close them again as bright lights flash above you over and over as you're rushed to the OR. You hear voices on both sides of you but it hurts your head to focus on their words. Opening your eyes again, agony greets you as the too-bright lights worsen your headache. Everyone and everything around you looks bleary. All you can feel is pain and a large, warm hand engulfing yours. You feel like your about to fall back into the abyss when you hear another voice-

Bucky?

"It's okay sweetheart, I've got you. Stay with me doll! Please- don't leave me. You’re gonna be okay, It’s okay." You're not sure if he actually says the last part or if it’s your imagination- what you wished he would say. Hell- you're not even sure if it really is Bucky running next to your trolley or if it’s just the lights playing tricks on you.

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When you wake up everything seems blurry. Blinking, you glance around for the source of the annoying beeping, your eyes landing on a monitor system, the tubes and wires attached at various points on your body. You shift in your bed, wincing when agony sears through your abdomen.

When you groan in pain Bucky jumps to attention, taking in your tormented frown and confusion clouded eyes.

You look even more confused when your gaze lights on him. “How long have I been here? And... why are you here?” You ask; bewildered.

“3 days. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up- I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Bucky confesses, looking up at you through his lashes timidly- Under different circumstances, it would be funny. You’ve seen Bucky many things, but never so… small looking.

Your expression furrows further, your confusion growing. “You- 3 days- Why?”

“I don’t know.”

You look back down at your lap. “Were- were you with me? When they brought me here? I could have sworn I heard you and that you were holding my ha- Nevermind.” You mumble, keeping your eyes downcast.

“I was,” Bucky whispers, a light blush tinting his cheeks. “With you, I mean… And holding your hand,” He confesses under his breath but you hear it nonetheless. You look at him again when he murmurs your name gently. “I was really worried about you.”

Your brows knit together, puzzled beyond belief.

“Why do you care? I thought you hated me?” You whisper so quietly he wouldn’t have heard if not for his enhanced hearing. His gaze jumps to your face as you pick at an imaginary thread on your blanket, blaming your boldness on the drugs they gave you.

“I don’t hate you,” he says softly, looking down at his hands.

You laugh dryly, giving him a sad, calculating look. “Really? Because It sure seems like it- Judging by the cold glares and harsh comments. We’ve known each other for over a year and you're still like this- I’m beginning to think it’s just your personality... Why do you hate me?” You try to keep your voice even but it breaks, coming out as a broken whisper.

“Because it’s easier than the alternative!!” He half yells, his face flashing between anger and something you can’t quite place.

“What’s the alternative?” You whisper, eyes on him as he runs his fingers through his hair.

Huffing out a breath, he stares at his hands like if he does it long enough he won’t have to answer your question. When your stare doesn’t falter he scoffs slightly, shaking his head-

At you or himself you don’t know.

“James…”

Bucky gives a short, mirthless laugh; eyes flashing indecisively.

I have a right to know,” you murmur, hoping to coax him into telling you. “Please…” You beg, more perplexed than ever.

“The alternative would be to tell you I really really like you and ask you out but I can’t do that because I’m scared that you’ll say no so it’s just easier to hate you!” He says frantically, face flushing scarlet as his jaw clenches in a hard line to stop himself from saying more.

Your move your lips but no sound comes out as his words sink in; recognition dawning on you.

“I- You made me think you hated me so that you wouldn’t have to ask me out? What the hell, Barnes?” You fume, watching as his eyes widen at your outburst and he ducks his head in embarrassment. “Yeah… That’s about the size of it, Doll.”

“Do you have any idea what you did to me Bucky? How many nights I went to bed crying because of you? How many times I rearranged my gym schedule and faked being sick so I wouldn’t have to go somewhere you were? All because you didn’t wanna ask me out! And you know what, the amazing part is that I couldn’t even hate you after all of it- Even though you were a total asshole I still liked you and thought you were amazing!” You finish, breathing hard.

“You like me?” Bucky asks, his whole face lighting up with hope.

“Really? That’s all you got from that?” You laugh, quirking an eyebrow at him as your eyes glint with amusement.

“Um, yes?”

You burst out laughing at his confused puppy look, gasping when a wave of pain washes over you. "Well, I guess that's the important part," you huff playfully.

Bucky chuckles lightly but his eyebrows draw together in a puzzled line when you stare at him expectantly. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm waiting for you to ask me out like you said you would, dummy, " you tease, the corner of your mouth turning up in a smile as his eyes light with understanding.

"Hey, doll?" He asks, continuing when you give a low hum of acknowledgement. "Would you like to go out with me?"

Your whole face lit up as your eyes sparkled. "James Buchanan Barnes, I thought you'd never ask."

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samwrights · 5 years ago

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Pining After You pt. 3 [hc]

Thank you @parkersvibes for the request! Hope you enjoy!

Also, I’m so sorry Tsukki’s is so long 🙃

Kageyama;

Accurate GIF 💀

He doesn’t even remember how, where, when, or why he met you.

No, that wasn’t quite right—he remembers why, but he wishes he didn’t.

Both of you had gone to Kitagawa Daiichi, with you being one year his senior, and your best friends—Oikawa and Iwaizumi—being one grade ahead of you.

Back then, you were the volleyball club manager, continuing to do so when you went to Aoba Johsai.

Your enrollment in the private school was almost, almost, enough for Kageyama to consider accepting his recommendation there. Too bad his hatred for Oikawa, in addition to the rumor that coach Ukai coming out of retirement, was enough to outweigh his desire for you.

Every practice match or tournament in which both of your schools were participating created a need for Kageyama to make sure he remained focus. If he didn’t, he would end up focusing on you too much.

Like he was right now, as he watched you stretch out Oikawa’s leg in unsavory ways. You weren’t doing anything dirty, just trying to make sure he didn’t injure himself again.

Or the way you’d clap your hands on Iwaizumi’s shoulders as you gave a pep talk, telling him how Seijoh was going to crush it as they always did. That made him almost want to forfeit, just so that you wouldn’t comfort your team in the throes of defeat. Maybe, you’d comfort him instead, if Seijoh ended up winning.

Seeing you talk with Kunimi made his blood boil. The boy who practically gave no shits about anything, yet he was smiling and laughing with you with ease.

Watching you give all of the first years a hug made him want to boil his own teeth—that could have been him.

Both teams lined up with you at the tail end of the Aoba Johsai side before bowing and thanking each other for the game. Kageyama shook his head; he needed to focus on the court and not the way you took your seat beside coach Irihata, crossing your legs at the knees as you took notes.

While Kageyama doesn’t really do romantic emotions, he’s grateful he’s able to channel this energy into his game, his serves rivaling the power of Oikawa’s in the moment.

“Look what you did, [name]-chan, you got little Tobio all riled up!” Oikawa called out from the opposite end of the court when waiting for another serve, completely unfazed by the service ace that Kageyama had just landed.

Sometimes you really wish that Oikawa wasn’t as observant as he was. For years, all he did was tease you about how Kageyama would stare at you during practice or ask you to throw him a few balls because it was the only way he knew how to talk to you.

Kageyama was angry now, his emotions successfully consuming him as he aggressively played, setting balls just a little too high or a little too far. It lead to their loss of the practice game, only causing him to fuel the fire in his gut.

As Seijoh begins clean up, you felt the need to apologize to the poor, slightly spiteful boy. “Uh, hey I don’t really know what happened, but—“

“It’s fine!” Kageyama snapped, though realizing he was taking out his embarrassment on you, he quickly tried to recover. “I’m sorry, I just, uh...”

He wanted to die.

“Don’t apologize. Oikawa was the one baiting you. He thinks you like me or—“

“I do.”

bishwhat.

Tsukishima;

This bro don’t believe in love.

He goes all throughout high school without ever dating or even having a crush on anyone and he expected the same to carry on through college.

He expected to, but what was life without a little surprise?

The first time Tsukki met you was when you were working at a coffee shop on campus where he had decided to study for the evening. At first, it was nothing. You were polite, fast, and just doing your job. You smiled and handed him his coffee, thanking him and hoping to see him again soon.

Why did those words send tingles down his spine.

He starts coming by the cafe every night, to the point where you remembered his order.

“Got your toffee nut latte, Tsukishima!” Why tf did you know his name? Oh, right. He gave it to you the first time he ordered...like he was supposed to.

It wasn’t that he thought you were going out of the way to get to know him or anything. He was hoping for it but he knew you were doing your job.

Tsukki noticed little things like the way you would whistle or sing along to stereo, or come up with awful coffee puns that somehow made him smile. “How have you bean?” And “thanks a latte!” Wow he hated you so much.

He started coming even when he didn’t have to study for anything, opting to instead just enjoy his drink and listen to some music on his phone, all the while just observing you.

One day, you decided to join him on your lunch break while he was studying. “So, what class is this for?” You gestured towards the gargantuan text book sprawled out on the table.

“Organic chem.” He’s a little confused by your presence, but it was the first time Tsukki got to see you without your boxy apron swallowing your frame. Immediately, he noticed tiny details like the bits of hair that had fallen from your up-do, or the bags that came with the territory of being a university student that also worked full-time.

“Oof, if you have professor Ayanase, I’m sorry.” He learned from that comment alone that you were older, having already taken a second-year course. “I, uh, see you in here all the time so I figured I’d informally introduce myself. I’m [name].”

“I know, I read your name tag.” 💀 despite the awkward moment, he asks you about your major, what your experience was in the aforementioned professors class, how long you had been working at the shop, etc. It was pleasant on both ends, but really Tsukki learned that he really just enjoyed listening to your voice.

It wasn’t high pitched or squeaky, but full of knowledge and wisdom that came with maturity and age. You reminded him of fine wine.

Hereafter, you join him on all of your breaks, to which he doesn’t discourage—he gets to hear your voice more. Tsukki also gets to learn more subtle details, like the way you would stifle your laughter behind your left hand; the way you would sit there and doodle on the margins of his notes with little encouraging messages and pictures.

Sometimes during lecture, he would open his notebook to see your messages, allowing them to fill his heart with motivation to get through the day.

The days had turned to months, and the months turned into a full year that Tsukki had been coming into your coffee shop for his toffee nut latte, to sit with you on your breaks whether he had work to do or not. Today had been a full year he had been coming just to see you.

No longer was he in Organic Chem and, while he had originally thought it would be daunting for the two of you to lose a topic of conversation, your talks had become more intimate.

Like the way you and your boyfriend at the time were going through a break up but, unfortunately, both of your names were on the lease of your apartment.

Or the way you spent time here to be away from the mess that was your life. Tsukki had to swallow the notion that maybe you came to work even in your days off just to see him. That would be ridiculous.

He didn’t believe in love, or so he thought. But maybe, just maybe, this was the closest he would ever get.

There’s a particular day you come in despite being off. No backpack to study, no work attire or apron. Not even your hair was up—a look Tsukki decided suits you. Without a word, you sit beside him, head buried in your hands.

“I just can’t be home right now.” Was all you offered.

“Okay...” Tsukki begins packing up his belongings before standing at his full height, offering his hand to you. “Let’s get out of here.”

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miutonium · 3 years ago

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4-8 for the s/i meme! (kittyandco)

Ahhh sorry for the late reply 😭😭😭😭 i swearrrr im busy and i just got swamped 😭😭😭 also I didnt knownif you meant by 4 and 8 or 4 to 8 so I just made 4 to 8 because I have time to kill before sleep :3

what's a song that describes your s/i? even better if you have a playlist!

I think she suits IU's dlwarma the most! She's carefree and she doesn't care about things happening around her!

what is your s/i's profession?

She's a waitress at a diner downtown townsville.

what does your s/i have most in common with you? what's different about them?

The only similiarity would be both of us are waitresses lol

For differences, there's a lot for sure. For one she's hotter than me and personality wise, she is friendly and a lot of people would find her approachable. It have this funny quirky thing called permanent resting bitch face syndrome and it deters anyone from approaching me. I'm also much more awkward irl and I don't talk unless it's necessary for me to do so.

Chloe is more like an opposite of me honestly. Most of my previous s/i is a reflect of me, especially personality wise. So Chloe's is my first time making my s/i more joyful, carefree, optimistic and also friendly as my previous s/i is gloomy and reserved hhhh

if your s/i was an animal, what would they be?

A squirel. There's no reasoning other than her hair curls reminds me of the curls of a squirrel's tail.

how did you get the idea for your s/i's backstory?

My previous s/i has a complicated backstory. It's hard for me to explain about her backstory because wat is ingles and I feel that my backstory isn't as cool and complicated as other's backstory in my previous fandom despite how much I do feel that her backstory is very packed. I don't like the feeling of having to make complicated backstory just so I could relate to other selfshippers in that fandom zzzz.

I'm glad that PPG is pretty much a laid back simple show because I'm not a very creative person and I actually prefer domestic life over being entangled with mafia and shit lol.

With that being said, I actually don't have a heavy backstory for Chloe? Since I'm still working on it (in my head lol you'd think I would ever put it in words) but basically, she came from a lower middle-class family with 6 siblings so she didn't get enough attention growing up since both of her parents work to support her siblings. She moved out at 18 to pursue her studies but while in college she met a rich guy and they ended up dating. She ended up flanking her studies in her early 20s and dropping out since she doesn't bother to study nor go to class and instead went to partying and moved in with the said guy before they broke off and she moved out again to a sketchy small rent house downtown. She ended up taking a job as a waitress at a diner to pay her bills. None of her family knows what's she's doing and she's pretty embarassed to admit that she dropped out of college and tries to keep it a secret from them.

For the conflict, I would say that she would probably feel overwhelmed knowing how much Utonium has accomplished when he was at her age while she has nothing other than a high school diploma. So she always feel doubt about herself not having a higher education and achieve any goals (or havin one actually) despite being in her late 20s and even more so when her boyfriend is pretty successful and has everything someone would ever wanted. She doesn't like the thought of having to rely on Utonium 100% and worked harder to pay for all of her bills and basic necessities to the point of exhaustion. Someone really needs to tell her she can just move into Utonium's house and offer to split the bills and chores without feeling any guilt, she's too hard on herself ;w;

I also feel that the other conflict would be that during her prime years going to parties and clubs, everyone knew her as the wild girl and years later when her friends found out she mellowed down, ended up working at a diner and then settling down with a humble reserved nerd would put her friends off and even more so when they knew the age gap between them.

#ask #ask game #tha k you for the ask! this eas fun to answer before i sleeb ;w;#self insert #self insert oc #selfship ask #s/i:chloe burbank

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saltymarco · 4 years ago

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Tainted

(chap. 1: scarlet red)

⭐SOO, I’ve been working on this fanfiction for quite some time now so i thought, i might aswell post the first chapter on here! If you were to stumble across this and read it, I hope you enjoy it!!⭐

As the end of winter approached, nature brought new life into this world. Flowers were sprouting from the ground, greener than ever. The sun grazed everyones skin gently and reawakened joy within most animals, as they could see spring approaching. Everyone was joyfully walking through the school’s hallways, talking about how they couldn’t await the arrival of spring. I didn’t mind winter or spring, I just found summer a little annoying sometimes, because I’d have to trim my fur and would still feel the heat crushing me. Oh well I suppose this was the life of a grey wolf. I walked on through the crowd, with a hunched back as the thought of the seemingly everlasting heat crossed my mind.

Oh well at least school was over for today and I could just relax, maybe I could check by Haru’s gardening Club as well, to ask her if she wants to grab a snack with me! Just the thought made my tail waggle uncontrollably! It wasn’t that I had a crush on her, I just really valued our friendship and liked to show her my appreciation, for always being there for me! There just hadn’t really been a lot of people for me, that I could call my friends, especially herbivores! Most of them feared me, which I can totally understand! But I didn’t really choose to be like this...oh well, gotta stay positive!

There were multiple things we had in common, even if it might not have seemed like that at first sight! We both weren’t very popular here at school and a lot of people seemed to fear us at the academy. Well I do kinda get it with me being feared, especially now that the assaults onto herbivores have increased once again. Just yesterday someone barely got away, with a shattered leg and broken wrist. But Haru, why would anyone fear her? She’s so nice! And soft and fluffy and..no! stop thinking about how tender her flesh probably is!

I hit my head with force, rubbing my hand on the spot afterwards and just slightly regretting it. But I had to stop thinking that way. She is probably my best female friend! I can’t think of her or anyone like that...like a prey... it’s just not right! I just walked on, trying to remove the image of that night we first met from my memory. I wish I could just erase what happened then forever, at least she doesn’t seem to know it was me, but that does make me feel quite guilty at the same time..oh well, I know I will tell her someday when the time is right, I promised to myself that I would!

Its really hard for me to talk to her, without looking at those bandages she keeps wrapped around her arm, to cover the deep wound my claws had caused to restrain her. I felt dizzy for a second and dropped onto one knee, holding my books with one hand and keeping the other near my chest to feel my heart. It was racing and I felt like my vision was blurry. The thought of me having possibly killed her on that evening made me sick. It brought me back to when I couldn’t really control or restrain my blood lust and how others had kept me from committing any mistakes, but now I was all alone..there was no one to check on me, to make sure I didn’t hurt anyone, during those sleepless nights, where I rolled around in my bed, with blood red eyes and holding onto my mattress to dig those thirsty claws into something that wasn’t flesh.

“Legoshi…Legoshi…Legoshi!!”

I opened my eyes, to face a familiar grey wolf who had been shaking my shoulder as I was still on the ground motionless. Only as I opened my eyes, her alarmed look softened just the slightest bit and a smile formed on her lips. I felt her pleasant scent sink into my nostrils, her easily recognizable perfume. It was definitely one of my favourite scents! Something like lavenders, that just always reminded me of endless flower fields. I loved to sit down and watch as the wind blew over them.

“ Hey, Legoshi, are you ok!? I saw you here all alone and you weren’t responding! I was so worried!!”

I nodded and smiled at her before feeling her tight embrace warm me up once again. We were the only grey wolves at the academy, and I was really happy we could get along so well! She was nice and cute and seemed to get along with everyone here! But I fear she might have a bit of a crush on me…I’m not saying that I’m so good looking that she must have one! But just by observing how in a room full of people she seems to notice me and only me, how her tail starts to wag whenever she talks to me. There were just way too many things hinting to her possibly being in love and it was really adorable!

I just felt sorry, because I knew that I couldn’t share these feelings…there was nothing wrong with her, I just didn’t feel like I wanted more than friendship from her. But I couldn’t just tell her something like that, she would be heartbroken! What if I was making her think that I was interested in her?!

“Hey, are you okay? You seem like you need to rest a bit...?”

I shook my head before responding, realizing she’d probably been trying to talk to me for a while now, I had to focus.

“No no, I’m fine don’t worry about me, just thinking a lot about stuff...”

She didn’t seem to believe me, but she still smiled at me and offered me her hand to get back up. She was just so nice and innocent, she deserved someone better than me...there was going to be someone out there who will know how to treat her properly. How to give her the love she deserves. I just wasn’t the right one.

I smiled at her as I looked into her eyes and gently grabbed her soft hand, feeling how tiny they were in mine. I had felt them before when I tried to help her dancing. Emphasis on “tried” since I couldn’t dance unlike her.

“Thank you for helping me Juno, It’s really nice of you!”

I gave her a pat on the head and felt her soft fur as she lowered her ears, her cheeks flushing of deep red as she seemed to enjoy what I was doing her, not even trying to hide it as her tail was frantically moving around. It was honestly way too adorable; I couldn’t restrain a soft giggle. She seemed to be so happy and I suppose in some way I saw myself in her, when I was younger at least. Oh well things have changed and I’m not mad at the way they are right now.

“Oh well it was nice talking to you, but I have to go now.”

“Aww ok! See you soon Legoshi!”

She gave me a little kiss on the cheek and ran away. She wasn’t scared or anything and I had to admit I felt honored that she had chosen someone like me to fall in love with. I rubbed my cheek a little, finding some of the lip gloss she wore to still be there.

However, I went on up the stairs to reach the roof top, where I’d find the bunny coveted in white probably watering the plants that would soon rise from their vases. Sometimes she had to use a ladder to reach some of them. It was kinda cute and I really respected the fact that she’d always wanted to do everything by herself, even if help was offered. She was so strong inside and proud and that was something I really respected and was kinda jealous off, I wish I could be as confident as she seemed to be or maybe even as much as the most popular animal in the academy, Louis.

He represented pure perfection in everyones eyes, including me! A model student who could do anything, while also looking good and never being disrespectful towards anyone, always keeping his standards high and never showing something even remotely close to weakness, even if he could probably not win a fight between him and most bigger carnivores here.

I’d finally arrived at the top, panting just a little and feeling somewhat surprised by the cold gust of wind that hit me right as I arrived. It was just the fact that from inside the school you could only feel the sun rays as they caressed your skin.

I approached her garden, observing how she was already watering her plants as usual. I waved at her from the gate and she turned to face me with her cute and innocent smile, waving right back at me. As i got closer to her, I bent down to talk to her while looking into her dark eyes. I hadn’t even noticed how dark their eyes could be until I had really looked into her eyes when we talked, which took me quite some time. I just found it really hard to keep direct eye contact with someone, but I tried to force myself to do it more often now.

I felt like she had noticed it and she seemed to really appreciate my effort, so I always tried my best. She was a year older than me and I could kinda feel it shining through when we talked. But it didn’t bother me in the least.

I shook my head, realizing id fazed out again, falling deep into those back eyes, to come back to her waving her hand in front of me to make sure I was still on planet earth. Ashamed I lowered my ears and felt my cheeks flush in dark red. She just laughed at me, but in the cutest and most innocent way possible.

“ Hmm, you seem like you’ve got a lot of thoughts running through your mind as always, wanna talk about it?”

“me...oh no don’t worry about! I wouldn’t even know where to start and they are really nothing important anyways..hehe.”

She looked me up and down for a second, exhaled some air and then asked me to help her with watering the plants since I was already here. I obviously accepted right away, it only seemed right to me and I don’t think it was an offer I could really decline to begin with. So, I went back towards the old shack and grabbed a watering can that I wanted to fill with some water. But instead I dropped it as I saw a red deer covered in a scarlet red liquid in the park.

SOOO; this was the first chapter! 😁if you want me to post the next ones aswell please make sure to let me know with a comment or something!! Wish you a great day!😊

#beastars #fanfic #legoshi #legosi #legoshi x louis #louis x legosi #hurt #beastars fanfic #beastars fandom #fandom #anime

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visceryl · 5 years ago

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HPHM Profile: Konn

Art Credit: @zuulosdovah @angrynar @montdiarts Profile Credt: @hogwartsmysterystory

- IDENTITY -

Name: Konnor Levi Rainwater

Gender: Male

Age: 17 years old

Birth Date: September 21st, 1973.

Species: Metamorphmagus

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Bisexual - leans mostly towards males.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: English

Residence: Bloomsbury, London

Myer Briggs Personality Type: INTP - The Logician

- THE MAGE -

1st Wand:

Holly Wood

Thunderbird Tail Feather

10 ¾

Reasonably Supple Flexibility

Holly wood is of the more rare variety of wand woods. Often considered protective and attracted to those who need help overcoming anger and imeptiosity. Typically their owners are engaged in a dangerous or spiritual quest. Thunderbird tail feathers are said to be great for transfiguration and are proceedingly difficult to master. They are sometimes said to fire curses when in danger.

2nd Wand: N/A. This boy refuses to lose his wand.

Animagus: An arctic fox

Misc Magical Abilities: Nothing other than being a metamorphmagus.

Boggart Form: His brother, Allston, looking notably dead and enraged (a nod to being afraid of failing his loved ones).

Riddikulus Form: Milk spewing out of Allston’s nose and him busting out into laughter. (This is also a nod to a time

Amortentia: He smells like peppermint, a freshly cracked book, and petrichor.

Amortentia: He smells something distinctly animal, faint smokiness, and lavender.

Patronus: An Occamy.

Patronus Memory: When he becomes an animagus. While the actual process is miserable for him, being able to get to the end and have it work was monumental. It allowed him to feel some semblance of control and was a time he got incredibly close with Talbott.

Mirror of Erised: Himself and his brother side by side with their respective families, happy and laughing, their arms around each other.

Specialized/Favourite Spells:

Specializes in transfiguration spells

Protego (Usually always bailing his friends out of trouble)

Lumos (Who doesn’t need a good light spell)

Expelliarmus (In duelling, he always tries to disarm first)

- APPEARANCE -

Faceclaim:

Game Appearance:

Height: 5′8

Weight: 142 lbs

Physique: Slender, built for speed and stealth rather than strength.

Eye Colour: A stormy blue, though as a metamorphmagus, it changes.

Hair Colour: Platinum blonde, this changes based on his moods but always returns back to its original color.

Skin Tone: A warm ivory.

Body Modifications: Later on, he gets a fox tattooed on his arm.

Scarring: Konn ends up with a few magical burns. One on his shoulder, another in the dead center of his back. He also has a much more notable blade wound across his abdomen and a permanent knick just beneath one of his eyes that is usually concealed by freckles. He conceals everything.

Inventory:

A golden snitch

Fox treats (For his pet fennec)

A casset player/tapes he got from Hal Greywind

A blue goldstone crystal necklace

His journal and quill

His wand

An occamy he keeps hidden in a pouch

His Amaranthine Broom (not always on his person)

- ALLEGIANCES -

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Ilvermorny House: Horned Serpent

Affiliations/Organizations:

The Order of the Phoenix

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Slytherin

Professions:

A spy for The Order of the Phoenix

Professional bailsman for his brother

Sometimes odd jobs for his covers

A tutor during his time at Hogwarts

- HOGWARTS INFORMATION -

Class Proficiencies: (He’s a nerd brain, have mercy)

Astronomy: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆

Charms: ★★★★★★★☆☆

DADA: ★★★★★★★☆☆

Flying: ★★★★★★★★★☆

Herbology: ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

History of Magic: ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

Potions: ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

Transfiguration: ★★★★★★★★★★

Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures

Alchemy

Apparition

Study of Ancient Runes

Quidditch: Slytherin Seeker since year 3 all the way through year 7.

Extra Curricular:

Dueling Club

Ethren’s D&D Club (He tried to keep him from joining but Konn kept sneaking in.)

Quidditch

Favourite Professors: McGonagall

Professor McGonagall is someone Konn looks up to immensely. As he specializes in Transfiguration and later begs to undergo the ritual for becoming an Animagus, she is his closest and greatest ally and teacher. She always looks out for him and presents him with more opportunities to further his skill.

Least Favourite Professors:

Rakepick: As far as things go with Rakepick, her entire duration as a professor always rubbed Konn the wrong way. He hated her secrecy and interference with the Vaults. He begrudgingly worked with her to gain information and to find his brother, mostly using her as she used him.

Snape: He is mostly disliked due to the toxic relationship he develops with Konn. Always pushing Konn to higher standards than everyone else in unachievable ways, Konn always felt the need to meet them as Snape showed he cared for him and was his HoH. As someone afraid of failure, this was always something that stressed Konn. (Not to mention Snape always praises Merula.)

- RELATIONSHIPS -

Brother: Allston Rainwater

Pureblood Wizard

Attended Hogwarts as a Slytherin

His Animagus form is a Golden Jackal

Allston acted as Konn’s parental figure for the most part. The two were inseparable. His love for his brother outweighs just about everything else.

He never wanted to get involved with the Vaults, but was given no choice.

Allston abstained from having any relations with anyone, often saying he had too much on his plate between the Vaults and his brother. Though later when Konn gives him a normal life, he’s revealed to be straight and marries a muggle woman, having two kids with her.

Misc Siblings: N/A

Father: Roland Rainwater

44 years old

Works for the Ministry of Magic as a high ranking official

Pureblood Wizard

Attended Hogwarts as a Slytherin

Had little interest in his actual kids, spent most of his time working and out of the house, only coming around with gifts just to disappear again.

Very wealthy.

It was suspected later that he was responsible for working with R and that he had pressured Allston into searching for the Vaults.

Mother: Charlotte Rainwater

42 years old

Pureblood Witch

Works as a journalist and writer, always traveling and hunting her next big thing.

Attended Hogwarts as a Ravenclaw.

She was always a bit of a narccisist. Always obssessed with her own career and luxury earninings. She spends big and lives freely, using her work as an excuse for the neglect she left her children with.

Love Interest: Talbott

Towards the start, Talbott wanted nothing to do with Konn. He found him dangerous and obssessive, his constant trouble-making with the Vaults always causing him to worry.

Konn crushed on him first after seeing how he worked with Transfiguration and learned he was an Animagus.

In attempts to get Talbott to notice him and strike jealousy, Konn asked Tonks to be his fake date to the ball. This rouse failed miserably as Talbott just thought they were dating.

During 5th year, Konn finally confessed how he felt. Talbott had his reserves, but agreed to a first date.

They compliment each other really well. Both specializing in the same areas, Talbott’s cool and collected often soothes Konn’s rampant lack of control, while Konn often convinces Talbott to come out of his shell.

While still chasing Talbott, over a summer, Konn and Hal have a brief fling before realizing they’re more like brothers and wondering what the hell they were thinking.

Best Friends:

Nymphadora Tonks

Rowan Khanna

Rival: Merula

Enemy: R, Rakepick, his father, and later on (I think for everyone) Voldemort, Ben Copper.

Dormmates:

Rowan

Barnaby

Murphy

Orion

Pets: His pet Fennec Fox, Vulcan. Vulcan was gifted to him by Allston right before he vanished. It is speculated Allston went home, left the gift, then went back to Hogwarts where he was finally trapped.

Closest Canon Friends:

Talbott Winger

Nymphadora Tonks

Rowan Khanna

Tulip Karasu

Barnaby Lee

Jae Kim

Charlie Weasley

Closest MC Friends:

Hal Greywind @one-very-angry-hufflepunk

Ethren Whitecross @hogwartsmysterystory

Kaina Malin @zuulosdovah

Uriel Nightclaw @montdiarts

Skylar Morningstar @angrynar

Daisy Withers @ruby-and-opal-withers

BACKGROUND/HISTORY

As an infant, Konnor was nannied by an elderly woman hired through services. She was strict and cold, pushing his incredibly young mind to work before it was ready. This was when he showed signs of being a metamorphmagus, always seeming to scare the living daylights out of the woman who could never keep up with walking into a room and seeing a different baby each time.

By the time Konnor had turned four, Allston was his primary caretaker. The two brothers were inseparable, always learning, exploring. They had great fun teasing all the teachers and incoming caretakers together. It just so happened, they also took more fun in seeing how much they could milk from their parents. Pizzas every night, horror movies on the screen. It was through fun, companionship, and love that Konn shaped and grew into a more controlled state. He was smart, always pushing Allston to teach him more and more. It got quite lonely once Allston began going to Hogwarts and leaving all year save for holidays and summer, but they wrote religiously and Konnor would always be bouncing and ready to beg his brother to share all he’d learned during the year once he returned.

Hogwarts. At this stage in Konnor’s life, it was finally his turn to go to the grand school he’d been itching to attend ever since his brother had… but it came bittersweet. Allston had never come home to celebrate his acceptance letter. Had never come home to prep, to plan, to discuss what happened that year. He’d vanished, and with it he took most of Konn’s excitement and control. As emotions ran rampant in the boy, he started his years at the school a freak. Lonely. They all talked about his brother, the expectations for himself. There was little love or care in what he did save for seeking out his brother. Many may say he grew jaded, untamed, obsessive. There was only one thing that really clung to his heart, the fennec fox his brother had left behind for him as a pet.

Indirectly, his parents taught him many things. Konnor, at heart, grew to be quite frugal, never taking advantage of anything given to him (lest it was another gift from his father that meant nothing at all). He was also taught what family really meant, that it was between those who meant something to you and should be protected at all costs. Though on a much opposite end, he also found he had to work twice as hard for any recognition, always pushing himself above and beyond to be anything great. Especially when he had Allston to impress.

After leaving Hogwarts at the end of his schooling, Konn went on reunited with his brother in full. While Allston never rejoined the wizarding world fully, becoming something of a vigilante to hunt down those that’d wronged him and threatened his family, Konn began avidly seeking out the Order. He was quickly accepted as a spy, doing frequent operation work while maintaining a line on his brother and making sure he stayed out of danger.

At one point, he was approached by a Death Eater, and nearly underwent necessary precaution to become a double agent, but Allston, Hal, and Talbott quickly ushered against the idea of their brother, friend, and lover being marred permanently by a symbol and risking his life more than he already did.

During the heat of the war, Konn asked Talbott to always be his. They then promised each other that once the battle and hardships were over, they’ll consider marriage and having a family together. However, it is quickly discovered it wouldn’t be so simple.

It is found out that in Konn and Allston’s attempts to bring their father to justice that he’s murdered in order to keep whatever secrets he might have had. This is then promptly framed on Allston who it catches up to later alongside much of his vigilante practices. When faced with the hard decision to persecute his own brother, Konn instead begs Talbott to help him remove Allston’s memories and give him a normal life. Removing all of Allston’s memories and replacing them with something much more mundane, they move Allston to America where he’s finally free from the perils of the wizarding world.

Konn never appears to be the same after losing his brother for good, but lives the rest of his life working and watching out for any oncoming threats. He and Talbott eventually do settle down with two adopted children together.

- PERSONALITY -

Protective: Konn is protective of his loved ones to a fault. Deep rooted with paranoia, he is constantly fretful for his loved ones and does everything in his power to keep them safe while still trudging through the hell that is their experience in Hogwarts and beyond. He’s quick to jump at the defense of his friends and family, not afraid to risk his own hide in the process should it be necessary.

Short Tempered: Of his many rampant emotions, anger is the quickest one to flare and show. Anytime he’s frustrated or annoyed, someone is bound to know. Whether it be his shortness or the flaming red hair, you’re welcome to take your pick of context. He’s very quick to annoy and while true anger from him is hard to achieve, petty anger and annoyance is almost constant. Droning noises, interruptions, and blatant stupidity are all quick to grate his nerves.

Stubborn: Konn has never been one to back down from anything, and he never intends to. Driven by a need to prove himself and inability to let something go, he will see something through to the very end. This allows him all the qualities of a hard worker. He gives everything his all without any intention of slowing or stopping. Sometimes this also means doing the work for others if they can’t keep up.

Intelligent/Cunning: While irritating on many levels when he tries to be the smartest person in the room, Konnor truly is smart. He often gets things faster than most and while conventional learning is useless, his hands on learning style allows him to learn on the fly. He almost always has an answer for everything and uses this to aid himself and his friends whenever they’re caught in a bad situation. He also consistently keeps good grades on everything while at Hogwarts.

Ambitious: It’s no surprise as a Slytherin that Konn tends to aim high. Though not in the standard many may think, he doesn’t want glory or fame or money. His ambitions are often geared towards his power and loved ones. Whether it be proving to the world he can take down the Vaults and save his brother, getting all his loved ones out alive, furthering his own power, or even taking down R himself. He’s the kind to look at a challenge and want nothing more than to conquer it.

Loyal: Alongside his protectiveness, Konn would never leave someone he cared for behind. He’s not even the type to leave someone he cared very little for behind. Including Merula on some occasions. As far as Konn is concerned, the only person allowed to bully his people are him. He is quick to rise to any occasion to stick by and protect his friends. Should they need a hand in battle, to get out of detention, or simply a shoulder to cry on, he tries to always be there.

MISC

NOTE: This section may update from time to time.

Konn lives in Bloomsbury, London when not attending Hogwarts in the Rainwater family home and often invites his friends over to stay with him during the summer.

He’s attempted to play many instruments including the violin, flute, and piano but never felt it was for him in the end and lost his touch if he ever acquired it.

Despite never having much room to prove it, he is a huge animal lover and adored his time working with Magical Creatures, often wishing he’d spent more time dedicating to it.

Konn was born with awful vision, but as he learned to control his metamorphmagus abilities, his eyesight also varied and improved.

No one is really sure whether his metamorphmagus abilities were inherited or not.

Konn comes from a small family of only two uncles, an aunt, and three cousins on his dad’s side of the family. His mother was an only child.

He listens to 80′s rock religiously after Hal introduced him to muggle music and what he learned was called a ‘cassette player’. Hal let him use it once and never got it back.

While his family is rich, spending money stresses Konn out.

Much like his mother, he developed a knack for writing, however exclusively keeps it as a hobby

He let Hal try to teach him to shoot a gun once. He bruised his shoulder and after promptly startling himself into a new shape, vowed never to use one again.

Konn has never lost a game of Monopoly in his life.

After Rowan’s death, Konn blames Ben and fosters an incredible hatred for the boy after.

#konn rainwater #konn #hphm #hphm profile #hogwarts mystery #profile #about

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nomanwalksalone · 4 years ago

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BOOK REVIEW: COOL TOWN

by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans

“Aye. Looked for It. And I found it. Miles Standish Proud. Congratulate me.” That unmistakable nasal whine. Those lyrics, unforgettable to me after thirty-odd years, now echoing out at me from a neighbor’s backyard speakers as I walked my dog late one evening past his socially suspect get-together. It took me past all right, rewinding like a tape the few of us who cared, who knew, could stop at just the right place in a beaten-up boom box to cue up a track on Life’s Rich Pageant, the old R.E.M. album. Old: one of the ones Michael Stipe, Peter Buck, Bill Berry and Mike Mills wrote before they hit it big with Green and Out of Time and “It’s the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” on the soundtrack to every godawful disaster movie. Lines from “Begin the Begin,” the opening track on that album, which I played over and over and over along with all of my R.E.M. albums in high school, almost furtively, then defiantly, against the late 1980s prep school hegemony of the Dead, the Eagles, and whatever other music could be sanitized by decades of acceptability, like prep clothing itself – deeply familiar weapons of exclusion.

At that time my listening choices felt tantamount to subversion. We listened so often we memorized lyrics like the secret readers in Fahrenheit 451, at least the lyrics to the songs Stipe enunciated. Famously elusive, mumbled and indirect, many of his songs were like codes, with meanings no more than roundabout guesses. All that and more came back hearing that snatch of song, and reading Grace Elizabeth Hale’s incredible Cool Town: How Athens, Georgia Launched Alternative Music and Changed American Culture. In it she not only clearly and thoroughly tells the fascinating story of the Athens scene around University of Georgia that gave rise to R.E.M. and so many other acts, she captures and conveys the liberation, joy and sweetness of youth.

Athens! A college friend from Chattanooga, Tennessee used to drive down there on weekends with her girlfriend to stalk the legendarily beautiful Stipe (the closest they got was letting him bum a cigarette). Hale brings together various elements at the tail of the 1970s that led to the first major breakout band from Athens, the B-52s, who began as a party band playing camp callbacks, a rock band incarnation of a John Waters film. When they debuted there were no studios or real rock clubs in town to play at. Everyone knew each other, helped each other along.

They knew each other because they were so few, creatives, rebels and slackers among the thousands attending the state’s public university. Borrowed vans helped them schlep the nineteen-hour drive up the Eastern Seaboard to CBGB and other clubs in New York City where they shot to national prominence. And in their wake Athens became a terroir, a place-name suggesting the cultivation of quirky talent. Of a crucial nexus of people who didn’t want to be pinned down by the epithets others had for them, in fact who wanted to create their own, perhaps labile, meaning.

A memory, 1990: waking up momentarily in the middle of the night parked at a rest stop somewhere in the Northeast during my own road trips up and down the East Coast to my auto-reversing Walkman inexorably droning through Fables of the Reconstruction, R.E.M.’s third album, over and over like a sinner damned to eternal reincarnation.

Even though their early success seems minor compared to their 1990s mainstreaming, R.E.M.’s takeoff in the early 1980s made Athens a destination for musicians and bands seeking credibility, or simply a haven: Matthew Sweet and Vic Chesnutt, among other household names, along with dozens of other acts who peppered college radio. And R.E.M. helped the playlist of college radio, with its funky, ersatz, underground connotations (a friend at what was once called the best college radio station in the country told me of refusing to buzz the singer of Violent Anal Death into the building at 5 AM because she thought his band name was a joke), become its own genre, college rock. That scrappy independence, forged in opposition to fratty accessibility, to the unexamined privileges of superficial enjoyment, gradually became a Leviathan of its own, an all-encompassing alternative rock genre that swallowed up the radio dial.

Hale wisely rejects the narrative cliché of origin, rise and fall. Athens evolved; multifarious venues (such as crunchy diners hosting bands and readings) bloomed like spring flowers on magnolia trees; existing barriers to entry such as presumptive whiteness made themselves felt; new barriers such as the disassembling of accessible public education arose. She also wisely rejects the cliché of a final redemption, choosing instead to suggest a hope that the conditions that brought together a community of originals and others can arise again in some other way or form, somewhere.

Community. Because we felt ourselves apart and when we found each other, tried our hardest to communicate it, so deeply and longingly, but like Stipe obliquely…

#rjman #reginaldjeromedemans

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sakurasangcl · 5 years ago

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Trial and Error - part one

Pairing: clouded leopard hybrid!Yuta x black cat hybrid!Reader

Word Count: 10k (my longest yet!)

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Warnings: near sexual assault, bullying, name calling (in a non sexy, bullying way but nothing too bad), depression

You met when you were little, as you were in the same class in your first year of middle school. Some of the other kids- human children- were picking on you.

“You’re a black cat!”

“Everyone knows they’re unlucky!”

“I’m allergic to cats- get away from me!”

Yuta, one of the other hybrids in the class, came up to you after the bullies left you alone during recess. You were hiding in the shade of a tree crying, and he sat down next to you.

“You know, in Japanese culture black cats are good omens. My name is Yuta, by the way.” He tells you comfortingly.

And from that day on, he became your best friend. You were practically inseparable, and he would often hold your hand and guide you in the hallway when you got scared. Yuta would walk you home, since he lived a few streets over.

Best friends for life, that’s what you said.

But because he was older, things got strained when he went to high school without you. Yuta had some sort of need to prove himself, or that’s what it seemed to you. He started making a bunch of other friends as well, and most of them were guys. They were never mean to you, but you didn’t feel like you belong.

At first, your parents didn’t want you hanging out with them. You refused to sneak out to be with him, so when it was just you and him alone, things were awkward. A year later when you were in high school as well, you would hang out with them on campus, feeling very unwanted. However, Yuta had a way of giving you a comforting smile when you were with them, making you feel wanted.

You felt horrible afterwards, always feeling unwanted and unnecessary after you were with them all. It became too much, so you began to distance yourself. It came naturally to you, as it was easy to stick your nose in a book and get lost in the plot or to seemingly disappear in the background.

Again and again, the same abusive words from your peers would occur.

“Black cats are bad luck. Get away from me.”

“You’re just some lame hybrid, and you aren’t even special.”

“You’re adopted. Do your parents even love you? Oh wait, they’re your owners, aren’t they?”

It started getting worse and worse, and Yuta wasn’t always there to be with you.

You were being picked on once again in the hallways, and he walked by. Your eyes widened and you spoke his name, reaching out to him. However, he merely looked at you and kept walking without a pause in his stride.

That day broke you inside in a way that you were never the same again.

You were left alone and depressed. Your parents tried to help you the best that they could, but they were not hybrids and could not understand the things you went through. You went through many therapists, and you found solace with a female snow leopard psychologist.

She was the sole reason your anxiety didn’t turn you entirely mute. Her name was Kim Eunji. She was also the only reason you graduated high school and made it into college. Most patients would see her biweekly, but you were weekly. And you needed it.

Facing such a difficult loss didn’t help when you were going through puberty as well. And as a hybrid, you had the added bonus of starting a heat cycle when you were old enough. Yours started earlier than most female hybrids, including feline hybrids and other types as well (with the exception of rodents).

Without knowing when your biological mom started hers, or having any way of knowing how she worked with her’s… you were pretty much screwed. Since suppressants worked like other types of medicine where blood relations helped in knowing which would work best, you went through many different trials. Using those along with your other medicine was difficult, and when you’d slip up, you’d miss school for a week.

You wondered if Yuta even noticed at first, but every time you came back he wasn’t there for you. You told yourself you didn’t need him anymore and that could protect yourself. In the end, it was just you.

Since puberty starts later in males, it was a few years later when you were well aware Yuta started having ruts. You were never close enough to him to personally smell it, but he went missing for a couple of days every few months… and there were rumors. How he and his other friends would satisfy themselves and their instincts.

With your suppressants, you never did that. You didn't want to catch an STD, your parents wouldn't understand it, and the list could go on.

You talked this through with Eunji one session, and she said something brilliant to you. "Since you are not wanting to be in the position of those other girls, is it perhaps that they're getting attention from him which you no longer get?"

She was right, of course, but that didn't make it any easier.

"It's hard to move on when you lose a best friend, especially those who used to always be there for you. You aren't wrong to still be upset. It's perfectly natural and okay to feel this way. There's no shame in crying either. I won't tell him." She consoled you.

You grew stronger with help. You focused yourself on school rather than people and friends. Students still would pick on you, but now it was also out of jealousy. You weren't the top of the class, but you were close. Your high scores would surprise others when they find out, and you would shrug it off.

Without a social life, it was easy to hyper focus on schoolwork.

When the other students would really get to you, your favorite teacher was there to look out for you. His name was Han Jihun and he was a crow hybrid and could relate to the things you went through. Mr Han was also bullied when he was younger for his species and would stick up for you and others who were being picked on as soon as he noticed. Mr Han was very strict to disobedient students, and you weren't one of them.

It was a regular day of class when hybrids came up once again, and he said he was a crow hybrid. You often wondered what type of bird hybrid he was, because he had large black wings and was an omnivore.

After class ended you went up to him and asked, "is the reason you're so smart because you're a crow hybrid?" It was purely a joke, as you knew crows were one of the most intelligent species of birds.

Mr Han let out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back and batting his wings a few times to keep balance. "That's the funniest and nicest thing I have ever heard, y/n. Thank you." He responds with a smile.

After that, he was much more fond of you, and would often protect you from being bullied - at least physically - in the hallways. Mr Han had a way of just surveying the school hallways and stopping people from bullying (and getting them in serious trouble), so it didn’t seem like you were a teacher’s pet or his favorite. It just so happened that he kept an eye out for you.

Mr Han and the other teachers noticed your reclusive behavior, and allowed you into the teacher’s lounge when your anxiety got too bad, or if the cafeteria was just too loud. It was a perfect hiding spot away from the other seriously immature students.

This maturity gap didn’t manifest any further, and with guidance from your parents and counselor, you decided on a university an hour away. They gave you a brilliant scholarship and was pretty even with hybrid to human ratio- if not more hybrids than humans. You would have preferred somewhere with more hybrids, but either they were private and you couldn’t afford it or they were so elite that you couldn’t dream of being accepted.

So when you made it to your current university and moved there, you had your problems. Your first set of roommates sucked, but then again, they were humans. You went through trouble finding ones that were decent, until you managed to use your disability to get your own room, then find decent apartment mates. You kept to yourself, and they didn’t seem to mind.

Your classes were going well, but your social life was non existent. A new friend from a class of yours invited you to go to anime club with her. The people there were very diverse and actually kind. So, you began to enjoy yourself.

After about a month of you going, Yuta showed up to the club. It made sense; you had always had similar interests. But what surprised you was that he was a member of the club already and was normally extremely active in it.

One of your new friends in the club, Nayeon, leaned over and whispered to you. “That’s Yuta, and he’s the vice president of the club. Since the current guy is a senior, he’ll probably take over next year. I brought Momo on your first time, and apparently he heard and didn’t show up. Turns out he wasn’t interested in being set up.” You look at Nayeon, your fox hybrid friend, in disbelief. “Oh, by the way, he’s a hybrid too. Under all that hair, he has two cat ears underneath all of his hair. He’s actually a-”

“Clouded leopard hybrid. I know.” You supply, shaking your head. “I should… I should go. I’ll see you tomorrow in class.” You say, getting up and leaving silently. Nayeon tried to stop you, but you were too fast and desperate to get away.

Little did you know, Yuta scents you and follows you into the hallway.

“Y/N?” he asks, grabbing you by the wrist. “Is it really you?” he asks in disbelief, letting your arm go and surveying your face.

You felt trapped, your breath stuck in your throat. He looks at you like he hasn’t properly seen you in years. His pupils were blown wide and you were awestruck at how attractive he had come over the years. You backed up against the wall, ears tucked against your head.

“Get away from me. You have no right to act like you know me so well.” You hiss, your tail fluffing up in anger.

Yuta let go of your arm, and you stalked away to your dorm. You felt anger burning through your veins, and you felt stupid and foolish for forgetting he went here too.

Nayeon texts and calls you multiple times, but you text her back saying you made it to your room and you need some time alone. Needless to say, you hole yourself up in your room.

Within the week, your heat came early and stronger than before. When Nayeon found out, she was a bit more gentle when she was with you, and you had your suspicions that she somehow figured out what had happened between the two of you. It wouldn’t have surprised you if she straight up asked Yuta and put the pieces together herself.

You took your suppressants and only ventured out of your room for class. You got stares, catcalls, and the likes from other hybrids that scented you. You wouldn't normally go out so much and your heat scent was normally much lighter, but your encounter with Yuta seemed to make it drastically worse.

On your final day of heat, you accidentally fell asleep in the library. You woke up to a gentle and familiar hand on your arm.

"Y/n… Y/n… you need to wake up." Yuta whispers, trying to wake you.

"Hmm?" you murmur, rubbing your eyes awake and your ears perking up. "What do you want?" You hiss once you realize it was him.

He flashes his teeth in anger at your reaction, and you notice that he is visibly stressed. "Your in public by yourself, vulnerable and in heat. Let me take you home, or come to my place. I can tell that you've missed suppressants before this heat, and so can every other hybrid. You aren't safe."

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Yuta. Remember, I'm just a boring, plain black cat." You hiss, gathering your books and stuffing them into your backpack. "I will be fine on my own, thank you very much."

Yuta grabs your wrist roughly and pins you to the wall behind you. His pupils were blown wide, his ears flat, and his tail thrashing. “Look, I’m only here because your girl friends were too scared to be with you and take you home by themselves. Let me take you to your apartment because I don’t want some random guy harming you. Do not test me, Y/N.” Yuta hisses at you, taking your hand and walking you out of the library.

The way he manhandled you turns you on, and you can feel your underwear getting wet. His nose twitches and you blush, but he ignores whatever he scents and continues to walk you to your dorm.

He takes your university ID from your shaking hands and swipes you in, promptly marching you to your room. Yuta then takes your keys before you can fall, and brings you into your room. His touch becomes significantly more gentle as he guides you to your bed and gets you some cold water. Because it’s late, he finds your medicine and gives it to you.

You can’t help but tear up a little when you realize he got you the correct ones; he still remembered from years ago.

He watches you take them and asks, “Where are your pajamas? Do you want me to get them, or-?”

You shake your head and try to get up, but your final wave of heat starts back up again and you’re doubling over in pain on your bed. You manage to meekly point to the proper drawer, and Yuta opens it and takes out your favorite pair. It was a simple flowery bottoms and a solid shirt, and there was no way he could tell they were your favorite as he had never seen them before. He set them on the bed beside you and kisses your forehead.

“Change and sleep well, kitten. Don’t stay out like that until you are better, okay? I’m sorry if I scared or hurt you in the library… I just… wanted you to be safe.” Yuta admits, his face turning a little red.

With that he’s out of your room and gone.

You end up falling asleep without changing, and wake up irritated that he didn't try to find someone to help you change or at least make sure you took your bra off.

Now that your heat was gone, you were irritable, hungry, and needed to shower. When you remembered it was Thursday, curiosity got the better of you.

Anime club was yesterday, and Yuta found you. So, you texted Nayeon.

Y/N: Hey, was Yuta at the club last night?

N: Dropping formalities now, are we? 😏

Y/N: Oh shut it I know you know that we were friends when we were little

N: I do 😊

N: But to answer your question, he got a text from someone and then ran tf off.

N: Why do you ask?

Y/N: Well fuck

Y/N: No reason

N: Don’t lie to your best friend!

Y/N: Nayeon 🙄

Y/N: I’ll tell u later. Geesh.

Thoughts were racing through your mind as you manage to get yourself ready for the day. You had to skip breakfast and were nearly late for your first class. You were disheveled, but it was that kind of day.

You felt unnerved when you left class, so you naturally did your best to find someone to cling to.

The first person you found was a goofy dog hybrid named Johnny. You never had the nerve to ask if he was a labrador hybrid, but you were pretty certain he was, given his outgoing and playful demeanor and long, strong tail that actually really hurt you one more than one occasion than you'd like to admit.

You tightly grab onto his elbow and hold onto his arm for dear life, your ears flattening as you cling to him.

"Hey Johnny," you say softly, not looking at him but merely walking with him out of the building.

"Are you okay? I've been really worried about you. Your heats are rough, aren't they?" Johnny said softly, leading you to a more secluded area outside.

You blush and nod as he pulls you down onto a bench, clearly not minding your death grip on his arm. "It snuck up on me and I don't want to miss class. I hate getting behind and it makes my anxiety worse."

Johnny nods in understanding, listening intently. Even if he was a funny guy and really good at getting you to laugh and relax, he was also good at listening to how you felt. That was one of your favorite things about him, and it was one of the ways you knew he really does care about you.

"You should have listened to me. I told you it was gonna happen soon. And I know for a fact that Jihyo reminded you to get your suppressants. Did you not?"

You chew on your lip, feeling guilty. "I mean yeah, but I didn't start taking them early enough. I was a few days late and took them only the day before my heat instead of three days. And it was a different brand of the same medication… since I've been taking the one so long I don't think it was as effective."

"Well let's make sure you have the right ones next time. And someone with you when you're not in your room. It would make us all the more comfortable." Johnny admits.

"Us?" You ask, cutely tilting your head. He was obviously talking for someone else as well, and you were curious who it was caring for you so much. Sure, you knew your girl friends did, but they would say it themselves and honestly wouldn't be too upset if you were by yourself during your heat. They don't like being locked up for a time any more than you do.

"I, uh, it's not my place to say. But also, you could have found someone to stay with you during your heat. And before you say you aren't like that, I've definitely had females stay with me during rut and nothing happened. She just made sure I ate and stuff. I would be more than happy to do it next time." Johnny genuinely offers. "Although then again, I'm pretty sure she came out as lesbian now so maybe that's why…"

You softly laugh and squeeze his arm. "As much as I'd love something like that, I think it could end up being a bad idea. I've had… bad experiences during heat. And I don't want any of that negativity reflected onto you. I value you as a friend too much." You quietly admit, not looking at him.

When you first started going into heat, it was often sporadic and unexpected. Because your parents were humans, they couldn't sense when it was coming to have you stay home. You were never sexually assaulted, but you were harassed far more often than you'd like to admit. Since it was also when you're friendship with Yuta origin began to dwindle, you didn't have a friend to help you.

"You okay?" Johnny gently asks, noticing you space out.

You shake your head to rid yourself of the thoughts, chewing your lip. "I will be."

You two managed to get outside through your conversation, so your grip on his arm loosened some and your ears began to perk up.

"Hey, do you know how Yuta found me in the library yesterday?" You ask him, tilting your head and looking up at him.

You knew through Nayeon that he was at anime club last night, so it eliminated another option of who found you.

"Well he got a text from Jungwoo. I'm not sure if you've met him yet? He's a very gently golden retriever hybrid. He can be pretty shy with people, especially girls. I'm not sure why he choose to text Yuta. I feel like Jaehyun or I would have been better since we're bigger." He chuckles softly, grinning cheekily at you. Johnny was smart; he knew exactly why you found him in the hallway to hold onto.

"I've seen him around some, but we've never officially met. He is with Mark a lot, right?"

"Yeah, they're pretty good friends. Unless you're thinking of Haechan… But he is a jaguar hybrid, not dog."

"Okay, I think I know who you mean now," you respond with a decisive nod.

Suddenly, you were face to face with a very angry Yuta. His pupils were dilated and his eyes narrow and as surveys you with Johnny. He gently takes your arm that was interlinked with Johnny's, clearly restraining himself with difficulty. He then grabs your wrist and pulls you along with him, hissing at Johnny.

Yuta leads you to a more secluded spot on the side of the building, backing you against the wall. You blink in confusion, bewildered by his behavior until you smell the overwhelming sensation of him going into rut. You do your best to ignore your instincts as he sniffs you, his nose centimeters from your neck.

"Why were you all over Johnny, hmm? Your heat is over but you're still needy, aren't you? First the library, now this… you didn't even shower this morning. Are you wanting all of the men to come chasing after you? Hmm? You've been acting like such a naughty slut. You need someone to put you in your place." He growls lowly, his anger more than evident.

It took everything in you not to completely cower, and you were trying to convince yourself that he didn't mean what he was saying and that everything was fine.

You don't trust your voice to speak, so Yuta continues.

"You just want anyone to please you, but I know better. You're a naughty girl who loves being chased after and denying everyone. Even me. You'll deny me but will see how long that lasts, yeah? I'll have you in my bed screaming my name as I-" here, Yuta cut himself off. He was shaking slightly as he controls himself from continuing, him not wanting to make things worse between the two of you.

Jaehyun soon shows up, having clearly ran here. Johnny was right by him, and they both looked surprised, confused, and very concerned.

"Y/N, please leave," Jaehyun says very softly to you. He then turns to Yuta and tells him, "You really need to go back to your apartment. You don't want to do anything else that you will regret, do you? We will take you there if you want."

You could practically see Jaehyun's reflexes preparing to pounce, and you slowly backed away.

"Y/N. I want Y/N to be safe." Yuta manages to get out, starting to sweat.

"Do you want me to take her to her dorm or class or wherever it is that she's going?" Johnny suggests.

"No, not you," Yuta sneers.

Johnny raises his hands, calm somehow.

Yuta's tail thrashes in anger, and your ears flatten. You find your last bit of courage before saying, "Yuta please go home. I need to shower before class and work. You need to take care of yourself too. Please don't worry about me."

He turns and looks at you, his eyes more amber than usual. "Fine, but only if someone is with you. A female." He specifies.

You sigh softly but don't refute him, knowing how sensitive males would get in rut. Normally they were that protective over their mates, so it was weird for him to be acting like that with you. You definitely weren't mates, nor were you really friends.

"I just saw Seulgi and Yeri, I'll go grab them," Johnny says, quickly running off to get them.

"I'll go with you, Jaehyun," Yuta huffs out, practically dragging himself away from his spot, his eyes only leaving you once you were with Seulgi and Yeri.

Yeri gingerly takes your arm, letting you fume in silent anger as they walk.

"You live in the Cultural and Technological dorm, right?" She gently asks as you got closer to that part of campus.

"Yes…" you say, your head still spinning.

"Why don't you take some pain medicine once you get inside? That way it will kick in before you have to leave." Seulgi smartly suggests.

Seulgi was another fox hybrid, and Yeri a ragdoll cat.

Yeri purred a little as you nodded and used your card to unlock the building, letting them both in.

"Are you feeling better?" She gently asks you.

You nod slightly, still overwhelmed.

"I'll make sure it works out. He needs to apologize and talk to you." Seulgi says. "I don't know everything that happened, but if he was that worked up he shouldn't have left his room. He could have done something terrible."

"But he kinda did, Seulgi. He harassed her, technically. You can report that, you know, Y/N. It's up to you, obviously. We won't say anything if you don't want us too. I'll send you the link via text later and you can decide. No pressure." Yeri assures you.

"I think he will come begging for forgiveness when he's… him again. We'll see. But Yeri-ah I'd right, Y/N. The ball is in your court, or whatever the saying is." Seulgi agrees.

When you reached your door and were inside by your personal bedroom door, Yeri spoke up again. "If you need us or anything or want to talk or… whatever, really, you know how to contact us. And please feel free, okay?" She says, gently hugging you.

"Take care of yourself," Seulgi adds before they leave you to your own devices.

The rest of the day was fairly normal, up until you were leaving work. That’s when Jaehyung found you, panting softly as though he had just run there.

“Hey,” he says softly, smiling and showing his dimples. “Did everything end up okay?” he asks, falling into pace next to you.

You shrug a little as you walk. “Yeah, I suppose so. But I think some people heard about what happened… and I really don’t know what to do.” You admit, your ears drooping a little.

“Don’t worry too much about it. Take your time, too.” He kindly suggests, running a hand through his hair.

“That’s easy for you to say,” you grumble, irritated that it’s been filling your mind all day. On the bright side, you’d be seeing your therapist tomorrow, so maybe that would help.

“And about Yuta…” Jaehyung began, looking around a little and worrying his lip. “Well, we got him to the apartment and he’s safe there. He’s not going to be leaving anytime soon either, so you’ll be fine. We’re actually… We kind of are taking turns babysitting him.” Jaehyun admits with a soft chuckle. “I’ve never actually seen him this worked up.”

“You’re acting like it’s my fault,” you point out, the hairs on the back of your neck sticking up in irritation.

Jaehyun shakes his head no quickly. “It’s not your fault at all. Sure, it may be Yuta’s feelings for you, but that isn’t your fault. He should have known and been in better control of himself.” he quickly tells you. “Seriously, he’s the one to blame so don’t you feel guilty. Are you headed back home?”

“To my dorm, yeah,” you respond, not truly feeling as though it wasn’t your fault.

“Do you mind me walking you back? I won’t go inside; I don’t want Yuta mad at me. Clouded leopards have sharp teeth. Way to sharp. I suppose that’s what they get for being smaller.” Jaehyun grumbles, shaking his head.

“Says the liger hybrid,” you scoff, shaking your head.

“I just have bulky size, okay? It’s not like I’m a giant or anything,” Jaehyun says defensively.

“I know, I’m just teasing you a little,” you respond, a small smile finding its way onto your face.

You can tell that Jaehyun is pouting slightly by the silence between you two as you continue to walk.

“If you’re okay with it, we’re trying to see if Yuta will talk to you. I mean, he obviously needs to apologize and everything is up to you, but… I dunno. I think things need to be worked out between you two. Haven’t you been friends since you were little?” Jaehyun says.

“We were friends when we were little,” you respond, emphasizing that it was in the past.

Jaehyun lets out a hum while he things, shrugging some. “I’d say it’s not my business, but it kind of is right now because of Yuta’s behavior. I do prefer people talking to me because they want to let me know things rather than because they feel it’s necessary. So when you’re ready or if you just want to talk, I’d like to understand.”

“Thanks, I think?” You respond, turning to Jaehyung as you near the entrance of the dorm. “I need time to think this all through. It’s a lot to process, and I haven’t really had any time to do so. But you’re right about him needing to apologize.” You sigh and shake your heads, swiping your card and opening the door.

Before you go in, you turn back and add, “You know I could report him, right?”

“Yes, I’m aware. Johnny is the one who mentioned it to me. He does not know though. I mean, he knows what he did was wrong but he doesn’t know that’s something reportable. Probably because he’s in rut. But we won’t tell him if you do or don’t report him, Y/N. That’s your prerogative.” Jaehyun responds.

When you got home and were laying in bed looking over your schedule for tomorrow, you were more than relieved to notice that in two more days, you were having a session with your therapist Eunji.

The two days between your session felt slower than the rest of your life. You were completely on edge as you made your way to where Eunji's office was.

Your phone buzzes a few times as you drive, and you don't get the chance to check it until your arriving at your session.

You sign in as usual and sit down, reading over the text from Yuta.

Hey, I'm really sorry about what happened the other day. They others were right about me not going out early. I really hope I can make it up to you somehow.

Your name is called to deaf ears, until Eunji comes out to actually get you.

"Let's go in and talk about that, yeah?" She suggests, gently guiding him back to her office.

You glance at your phone again, nearly dropping it when you see the next message.

If you want, I could take you out for dinner. That way I could explain things and be honest with you. Its past time, really.

Let me know if that's okay with you. Whatever is the most comfortable for you. I don't want to scare you again.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Why don’t you put your phone down and you can explain what’s going on. Would you like some tea? I have your favorite.” Eunji says gently.

You nod, a blank look on your face as you watch her fix up some tea. With a deep breath, you manage to start talking.

“So I started going to anime club like you recommended, and it turns out Yuta is the vice president. And after I was in heat, well, on my last day… I fell asleep in the library. One of his friends texted him and he came to the library. He took me home and was really sweet and gentle with me.” You started, even though she knew about anime club already. “Anyways, he took me home and laid me in bed and it was so sweet. But then the very next day he got pissed at me for holding onto Johnny’s arm. He is just my FRIEND! Plus, I still had my heat scent on me and he’s pretty intimidating when he wants to be. But then Yuta… Well, he-he found us and got mad. His rut must have gotten triggered by me, and he… Well Seulgi and Yeri said he technically sexually harassed me. They said I could report him but I seriously don’t know what to do anymore. I thought being around him wouldn’t be a problem, but it clearly is!” You rant, bursting to tears as Eunji sets your tea down in front of you.

She gets a box of tissues and sets them down, offering you a few. You take them as you cry, trying to calm down enough to be coherent.

"So there's that, but then he just texted me and apologized and now… I don't know. I use to trust him completely, but I don't anymore. And I don't want anyone to hurt me, you know? I'm too sensitive for a terrible heartbreak. I'm so afraid that if I say yes and meet him, he'll confess. But if he does, I'm practically certain he will end up breaking my heart… he has once, so why not again?"

"Y/N," Eunji whispers, slowly shaking her head. "Don't overthink things, okay? And what do you want to do?"

"I-I want to report him like they said, but my heart… I want to let him explain but I'm scared. I just… I will give him a second chance. People deserve second chances. If it doesn't go well, I can still report him. Right?"

Eunji nods her head, taking notes as usual. "Exactly. And make sure you meet somewhere in public and don't go anywhere with just him until you're comfortable."

"Unna, what if it was just because of me? They told me not to think this way, but what if my heat triggered his rut to be so aggressive? I know we aren't mates or anything, but is there no explanation?"

Eunju smiles softly, clearly not surprised by your question. "You've known each other for so long, so he may still be naturally protective over you. That nature may be why he pinned you down. He didn't actually touch you or anything, did he?"

You shake your head no, realizing that he was respectful of your boundaries.

"Besides, heats and ruts cant very triggered more than a week early, if even that much. Bodies can't take changes in hormones that quickly. So his would have been coming soon anyways. And at his age, I'm sure he knows what and who may trigger him, for the most part. And if you are one, then it was silly of him to go help you when you were in the library. It just as easily could have been Johnny." Eunji explains.

You nod in thought, pleasantly surprised by her words.

"Drink some of the tea as you process, then let me know what you're thinking," she gently urges you.

You do as she asks, drinking in the delightful drink. Your mind was whirling and you calmed it with a few deep breaths and by focusing on the task at hand. How did you feel about Yuta?

"I think I'm in love with him," you whisper, your eyes widening some. "I think I always have been…"

Before your self hatred could creep in and strengthen, Eunji thankfully spoke up. "What does being in love with someone entail to you, Y/N?" She prompts you.

"It's not that you think about them all the time, but when you do you crave their presence. Its like…. You get butterflies and blush because you care about them more than you would as friends. You know a lot about them and always want more. Words honestly can't do it justice… But Unnie, I've never had someone love me back. What if he rejects me?"

"He may want to confess. If you do meet with him, let him speak first. But would you like to practice confessing to him? Thinking of a script will help you."

"You're right, they normally do," you laugh, smiling now. You feel lighthearted and giddy, but nervous at the same time. And this was Eunji, not even Yuta.

Eunji nods and smiles before getting into character, acting more serious. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. "Yuta, I need to be honest with you. I like you more than just friends should. I understand if you do not feel the same way, and would still like to go back to being friends, if that's okay with you?"

Eunji nods and claps her hands. "Well done, Y/N! Remember, practice in the mirror! You'll be fine. But again, you don't need to meet him if you don't want to."

"I do want to. But Eunji… can you help me reply? I do not know what to say." You say with a shy laugh.

"Of course. So do you want to meet?"

"Yes."

"Alright, so why don't you say dinner would be nice, and then suggest a day and time. You can say you have something to tell him too, or keep that to yourself." Eunji advises.

You nod before formulating your reply.

Yuta, I would really like that. Would Saturday around 5 work for you? Did you have some place in mind?

You get a reply within seconds after sending the text.

Don't be so formal with me, Y/N! I'm serious. It's weird coming from you! ☹ That works perfect, and I have the perfect restaurant in mind. I know you can be picky with food but you really will enjoy this place. I won't tell you where because it's a surprise! I can pick you up too, just let me know where you're at then! I will make a reservation for us too 😊

You can't help but laugh at how long his response is, but also feel touched. "Eunji Unnie, I'm going to need to go shopping now! What do people wear for this kind of thing? Is it a date?"

She laughs gently and shakes her head. "It's a date if you both want it to be. Don't worry about that now. As for clothes, it depends on the restaurant. Since he didn't specify, I have a feeling its somewhere nice. I'd suggest a dress or skirt. Something a little more than casual but not too fancy. Think little black dress, but you may want to add color."

You nod in thought, thinking of your wardrobe. "I'll have friends help me, since they can see what I have and maybe go shopping with them. That should work. Now I just have to navigate everything else between now and then…" You say nervously.

"You'll be fine. When you get anxious about it and start thinking of how things will go wrong or badly, think of what to do if that happens. Challenge yourself to think of good outcomes. Practice with yourself in the mirror. You will be okay and you will make it through this. Okay Y/N?"

You nod and let out a shaky sigh.

"And our time is up. I'll head out with you, okay?" Eunji says as she stands up and exits the room.

You follow her through the hallway to the front desk and thank her.

"Have a good time and stay safe, Y/N. It was a pleasure to see you as usual." She tells you with a smile.

Saturday morning you woke up in a panic. You had to work until noon, and had completely forgotten to text Nayeon if she could help you get ready. You quickly send her one before getting ready for work.

Your exhaustion is gone once you get to work, and instead you are full of nervous energy. Your coworker Tzuyu picks up on it and asks you about it, and you vaguely mention that you may have a date but you're not sure if you should call it that.

She laughs kindly at your response and informs you, "I mean, it depends on the situation and how it goes. And if you both want it to be a date. If you don't want it to be a date, tell him. If you want it to be or aren't sure, you can ask afterwards or later."

"That's actually… that's really great advice. Thanks, Tzuyu." You say, smiling and calming a little.

The rest of work went surprisingly well, and before you knew it, you were hanging out with Nayeon. "We need to go clothes shopping. Since he knows you, he probably has seen most of your wardrobe. So let's find something a little out of your comfort zone but stunning." She suggests as she drives you to the mall.

When you do start trying on dresses and outfits with varying levels of formality, you notice Nayeon sneakily texting someone. You pay no mind and hope she isn't too distracted by all of the guys that text her.

"You need something with an open back. You're back is so pretty~" she says, holding up a dress. "Not this one, because it's a hideous color but you get me."

Eventually, you find a super cute sundress. It was peach and reached your calves. It had a decently modest neckline, as it didn't go too low but it still showed a lot of skin. It had little pink, ivory, and pastel yellow flowers on it as well.

"Its super cute, Y/N, but I don't think it's the right occasion for that kind of dress. That's not to say you shouldn't get it, but we ought to keep looking." Nayeon tells you, which then gives you the feeling she knows more than is letting on.

You sigh softly and change, trying to decide if you should or shouldn't buy the dress. When you check the tag you realize it was on sale, which managed to lift your anxiety into ease.

"I'm going to buy it still. I hope we find the right dress soon…" you admit, checking the time.

“There’s a new shop in the mall that I’ve been wanting to check out, and they hopefully will have something there. Apparently it has really nice dresses for pretty cheap.” Nayeon says, walking with you to the line to buy the sundress.

“Well, there’s still more stores if this one doesn’t work, right?” you say, your voice slightly hopeful.

Nayeon gives you a halfhearted smile and shrugs. “I mean, there’s always thrift stores too. I know you never have much luck there, but we can always try.”

You sigh softly as you buy the dress, silently praying that the next store will have something more appropriate. Once you’re done and she takes your arm, leading you to the store, you ask her, “Hey. How do you know that this dress won’t be right for the occasion?”

She blushes and looks away guiltily. “Well I know how you can get when you’re nervous and don’t know what to wear, so I figured that if I asked Yuta himself then it would be easier to find an outfit that would work. Please don’t be mad about it!”

“Nayeon!” You say, lightly swatting her arm. “It’s not fair, you know more about what’s going on than I do~” you whine, frowning slightly.

“Don’t frown so much or you’ll get a frown line~” Nayeon teased, grinning mischievously as she took you into the store. “I promised him I wouldn’t say a thing, or else. He only told me where you’re going to eat but didn’t say anything specific like what he was planning on saying. Okay?”

“But what if I don't like anything on the menu~ You know I can be a picky eater, especially at new restaurants.” You complain, letting her lead you to the dresses. You let go of her arm and start looking through the ones in your size, picking out a few to try on.

“You know he cares about you more than that? And you’re childhood friends, I’m sure he could help you choose something to eat. Don’t be such a worrywart, okay Y/N?” Nayeon responds, grabbing a few more dresses as well.

Before you know it you’ve tried on at least ten dresses and only have one left. “If this one doesn’t work either I might scream,” you mumble to yourself.

“Hey, we’re in public don’t you dare!” Nayeon teases, and you know she barely heard you.

You huff as you try it on, the light blue complimenting your skin tone perfectly. You zip up the back and admire it in the mirror. “You were right, I do have a nice back,” You softly laugh as you open the door, revealing the dress to Nayeon.

“It’s stunning, Y/N. Seriously. You look amazing. Completely stunning.” she compliments, making your cheeks heat up.

“The halter neckline doesn’t look weird or anything?” You ask, gently touching the satin fabric where it meets above your collar bones.

“Not at all. Unless it feels like its choking you. Then we should find a different dress.”

“No! No! I just, I didn’t want it to look weird. Are the straps aligned on my back? It doesn’t look bad without a bra? I normally wouldn’t go braless… but this dress is surprisingly well supportive.”

“It looks fine, don’t worry about it. You don’t even have any side boob showing.” Nayeon giggles, gently tracing where the fabric met your skin.

“Stop, that tickles!” You say, stepping away from her.

“Sorry, sorry. I think this is definitely the one. Do you want me to do your hair and makeup? I don’t mind~” Nayeon suggests, letting you step back into the dressing room and change back into your clothes.

“Hmm no. That’ll make it feel like it needs to be a date. Is it a date? Wait, don’t ask him! Or do. What if he doesn’t want it to be a date? What if he does want it to be a date?”

“Well, do you want it to be a date?”

“I don’t know! Do I?”

"I don't know the answer. You do." Nayeon responds. "Mina gets off soon, she could do your makeup if you want. We should do your hair up. Do you want to borrow any of my makeup?"

You shake your head, gently taking her hands. "I'll be good. Let me change and pay for this because now we're in a time crunch. I should be good." You tell her, going back into the dressing room stall and putting your clothes back on.

You sigh softly as you fix your hair and hang the dresses back up. You get rid of the ones that didn't work and keep the one the did, smiling at Nayeon as she joins you walking to the register.

"You're gonna need to calm down because incan smell the anxiety coming off of you in strong waves. I know you're nervous but that scent isn't going to help anyone." Nayeon tells you after you pay, guiding you through the mall and to the car. "Do some self care before you go and you may as well ask him if he wants this to be a date or not. Then your anxiety can change and lessen because then you would know what to expect."

"I know you're right, but that doesn't make it better. Plus I need to figure out if I want it to be a date or not. If I don't want it to be, then it shouldn't be… I think." You thoughtfully respond.

"Yes, he can't force things to be a date. Besides, he fucked shit up so if you don't want this to be a date he doesn't deserve it to be." Nayeon assures you as leave.

She turns on your favorite playlist of hers as she drives you back, knowing it could help you stay calm. When you were at your place, she turns down the music and assures you, "you can do this. Now go have some fun!"

A little over an hour later, you were dressed and ready with your hair up in a fancy ponytail and curls, your makeup the best you've ever done. You slid on your heels and grabbed your purse and keys, making sure he was our waiting for you.

You tell him you are on your way down, glancing in the mirror one last time. Your eyes dilate some as you check to make sure your lipstick did not already smudge, and the next thing you knew you were outside.

The soft clicking of your heels alerted Yuta that you were there, and he came out of his car with a brilliant smile.

"For a minute there I thought you were about to stand me up. I'm glad I was wrong!" He says, clearly relieved by your presence as he opens the passenger door for you. Once you're in he gently shuts it and joins you, making sure you both have your seatbelts on before driving.

"I thought about it. But then again, it would have been a waste to look this good and stay home by myself." You tease, grinning playfully.

Yuta laughs softly, and responds, "Yeah, it would be a shame. I'm honored to be able to appreciate your beauty for the night." He said it as a joke, but you knew better. He was glad that you were here and impressed at how beautiful you look.

"I could say the same for you. You look very nice in your suit. Did you even get it tailored?" You compliment and ask, tail lazily swishing back and forth as you admired his tuxedo. It was a classic black one, but it fit him well.

"Yes, I did. I figured it looks better this way. Was I right?" He responds, smiling as he teases you.

"Yes... " you admit, cheeks heating up as you turn to look out the window.

Yuta grins triumphantly, your (slightly forced) compliment making him happy. "I think you will really enjoy dinner. I managed to get in because Taeyong works there. Do you remember him? He is a waiter there and has been for a while. He owned me one anyways." Yuta says, filling in the silence of the car.

Your ears softly flick forwards to better listen to him, and you find yours staring out the window. "He was one of your friends from high school. Does he go to college nearby too?" You ask, not really interested in Taeyong but asking anyways. It was polite, after all.

Yuta glances over at you with a smile. "I know you're just saying that. But yes, he is. I believe he does more online classes so he can schedule in working."

You nod, forgetting that Yuta can't see you do so. "Good for him. It's hard to work and do school at the same time." You speak up, knowing the pain of scheduling work around class.

"It is. And you've been doing it too, so good on you." Yuta easily compliments, making you blush.

"Thank you," you shyly murmur, your ears flicking backwards.

When you reach the restaurant, it was as high class and fancy as you expected. You made a mental note to thank Nayeon later for going dress shopping with you and making you get your current dress. Yuta handed the car over to the valet and led a very dazed and awed you inside.

He went to the hostess and gave her his name, and soon you were being guided to your seats. Yuta, being the gentleman that you knew he was capable of being, pulls your chair out for you and gently pushes you back in.

You read over the menu, shocked at the choices, expansiveness, and how confusing the dishes sounded. You hardly notice when Yuta orders a sweet rosé, as you are attempting to decipher the menu.

"Hey, don't worry too much about it," Yuta gently chides you, knowing exactly what you were thinking. "I know exactly what to get you. Trust me on this."

You nod and put down the menu, taking the time to survey your surroundings. There was a good mix of humans and hybrids, and most seem to be couples. Your eyes find many that ate a human and a hybrid, which makes you happy that they were publicly defying stereotypes and social norms.

"Y/N, I'm really truly sorry about the other week. I wasn't thinking straight, and that's not an excuse, just an explanation. I don't usually get triggered into my rut early anymore, but I should have been more careful… especially around you." Yuta admits, breaking the silence between you two. He was being sincere, so much so that his eyes were wet as though he was on the verge of tears. "You-you mean a lot to me. I know it hasn't seemed like that for the past few years, but I really mean it. I- I'd like to, well, i don't want to start over, but if we can move forward… I'd really really like that. What I said was perfectly true too. I would like to be more than friends but I totally understand if you say no or want to start as just friends. I just… I just really miss you, Y/N..." Yuta says breathlessly, uncertain of how you would react.

You took the chance to take a few gulps of wine, drinking half of what was in it. Your ears were twitching out of nervousness, and you could hear the pounding of your heart. You struggled to stay calm and not shred the napkin, preparing to answer when the waiter makes his appearance once more, asking if you were ready to order.

Yuta smiles at him, and you could tell it was fake and very forced, even though to others it wouldn't come across that way. "She will have the special and I would like the filet mignon done medium rare."

The waiter nods and leaves you both alone once more.

Left with the need to answer, you lose your voice. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, doing your best to focus on things to stay grounded. "I think… I'd say uhm… we should rekindle our old friendship." you murmur, managing to get something out.

Yuta looks ecstatic at your response, pleased that you'd even be willing to stay around him.

"But," you add, looking away from him, "I wouldn't be opposed to this being a date and maybe being more than friends."

Yuta's ears go straight forward, and his eyes widen. "Do you- do you mean it?" He asks.

You shyly nod, glancing down at your lap. "I wouldn't have said so if I didn't," you giggle a little, your eyes meeting his.

Yuta smiles a real smile this time, and you swear your heart skips a beat. You can't help the smile that makes its way onto your lips, as Yuta's is too contagious.

"I'll make this the best date ever then," he assures you, purring softly.

You feel the heat in your cheeks, and Yuta doesn't have the chance to comment or tease you as the food comes. The waiter sets down the most delicious looking salmon in front of you, alongside steamed asparagus. Your mouth waters as you look up at Yuta, who was smirking at you.

"I remembered how much you love salmon," he admits with a shrug. "I pay attention to details sometimes."

You giggle and take a bite, purring in satisfaction at the taste. Whatever light seasoning was on the fish was perfect, and you gladly consume your dinner.

The conversation was easy thereafter, catching up with him. You avoided the burning question within you, not wanting to ruin the night. Your cheeks feel warmer than usual, and you realize quickly that you hadn't been drinking enough water with all of the wine.

Your campus and therefore dorm was a dry campus. You couldn't have alcohol on campus, and that included in yourself… no matter how idiotic that rule may be.

You try to voice this concern to Yuta as you leave, and he just shakes his head with a smile on his face. He, of course, was perfectly fine. If not, you wouldn't even consider getting in the car with him.

"I didn't say the date was over yet," he tells you as the valet brings him his car. Yuta gingerly guides you into the passenger seat, buckling you in as you giggle and blush. "Watch your tail, kitten," he warns, waiting for you to move it inside the car completely before shutting the door.

"Did you ever take Astronomy?" He asks you, buckling in and starting to drive.

"No. I took Geology instead." You respond, turning on the seat warmer.

Yuta notices and, at a stoplight, takes off his jacket and offers it to you. You take it and carefully put it on while Yuta explains his reason for the question.

"Ah, good. There's this spot that I found for class outside of the city. You can see all of the stars and the night view is beautiful. It's a wonderful field that I want to show you. Then we can stargaze if you'd like."

"I would like that," you tiredly murmur, falling asleep to the car's lulling movements.

Yuta smiles at your sleeping figure, turning on the music softly and concentrating on driving.

You wake when the engine stops, the white noise from it turning into the chirping of crickets. Yuta goes to the back of his car and retrieves blankets and a quilt. He then opens the door for you and guides you into the field. Yuta spreads out the quilt and helps you sit, gently holding your hand. He offers you a blanket which you gladly take, and soon you're laying side by side, looking up at the sky.

"The view is outstanding. Without light pollution, you can see hundreds of stars." You say.

"Yes, you're right," Yuta says, leaving you in silence for a while. "Do you know any constellations?"

You shake your head and respond, "I know Orion's belt and the two dippers. I find the big dipper easier… I suppose if I can find Orion's belt I can find him…"

Yuta smiled softly and began pointing out constellations and explaining the difference in star colors and the link to age. You listen, aw struck and the knowledge and size of the universe.

"Out of all time and space, I'm glad I live now," he admits.

"Why?"

"Because I can be here with you, even if I fucked up our relationship so many times."

You can't help the heat that rises to your cheeks at his words. "You know, most of life is trial and error. All we can do is make the best of it to be our best selves. And if we mess up, just apologize and try to make it better."

"Y/N," Yuta says, his voice sounding choked up.

You hum in response, but his words are caught in his throat.

After a while, you started to fall asleep. Yuta notices the change in your breathing, and a small smile forms on his face.

“Let’s take you home, yeah?” he says softly, gently picking you up and putting you in the car. He gathers the blankets and puts them in the car. Yuta gently buckles you in.

Soon enough, you wake up to the car stopping. You were only half asleep as you went back upstairs. You felt like your entire evening was a dream as you laid down on your bed, a soft sigh of contentment escaping you.

“Maybe things will be okay,” you whisper to yourself.

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 5 years ago

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Animorphs in Zombie Apocalypse AU?

• It’s been seven years since the end of the war. Three years since the Animorphs — all six of them — stumbled off of the Rachel on its return, over two dozen ex-yeerk-hosts in tow. It’s beginning to feel like this peace might last.

• Rachel’s in the middle of a business lunch when the call comes in. Her line of fragrances (“Animal Essence by Rachel Berenson: Let out your wild side”) has performed pretty well this quarter. But there are always marketing campaigns to manage and deals to sign, which is why she and her PR manager Linda are in a trendy Brooklyn café when the phone in her purse buzzes.

Jake tries to sound calm, as he tells her that they’re being called in. Because it’s Jake, he almost succeeds. No details yet, he says, just a behavior-altering pathogen. Possibly extraterrestrial origin.

Around her, the room has gone cold and strange and far away. How silly the delicate spread of quinoa and avocado on her plate appears now, how pointless the fan of business cards in her hand and manicure on her nails.

“My cousin,” she says, and then “family emergency,” and then “I have to go.”

• Marco’s head lifts when the din of the crowd goes quiet ahead of him, scanning automatically for trouble. Jordan Berenson is cutting through the crowd on the dance floor. She’s utterly out of place in her full business suit amidst the night club’s flash and camp, her straight posture bizarre among the half-naked slouch of bodies that surrounds her.

“Hey there, G-woman!” Marco calls over the music.

“She’s a fed?” his security guard Rena asks sharply, glancing at the line of cocaine clearly visible on the nearest end table.

Marco waves Rena away. “She’s family.”

He sees Jordan absorb the label with no small amount of surprise. He’s not sure what the fuck else they’d count as: they’re not friends, but that doesn’t change the fact that they fought and cooked and lived and nearly died together during the war.

“I’m here on behalf of the NSA-CDC joint commission,” Jordan says, trying a small smile.

“And what’s Uncle Sam want with little old me?” Even as Marco says it, he knows: he really really does not want to hear what Jordan is about to say.

• Cassie rolls to her feet when the Army transport jeep approaches, heart already beating faster. The hork-bajir preserve doesn’t get many human visitors, and the official ones never bring good news. She glances over at Tobias – who was, like her, listening to Toby tell a surprisingly entertaining version of their war story to a group of youngsters – and sees him tense, feathers flaring.

Please, she thinks, don’t let it be the start of another “human” rights battle. Which just goes to show that it’s been a while since the war, long enough that she thinks another spat over land grants is the worst thing that can happen to this community.

• «Prince Aximili.» The aristh looks nervous enough to be about ready to trip over his own hooves. «Sir, there’s a message for you. It’s from Earth.»

Ax nods automatically, even knowing that the gesture won’t mean anything to his fellow andalites. «Who on Earth?»

The aristh shuffles his back hooves, tail tucked close to his body. «Just… Earth. A human called the President of the United States. She says she’s calling on behalf of the entire planet.»

A war-prince must always project calm and confidence, to reassure all warriors and civilians who might be watching. Ax manages, only just barely, to remain still and inhale slowly. To keep his voice level when he says, «Thank you. I’ll take the call in my private quarters.»

• There are three of them in the cramped observation room. Then four, then five, and finally six. A unit, huddled together and barefoot and unable to speak. They’re not the only ones here for the meeting, of course. Other people await them in the next room: the Joint Chiefs, the U.N. representatives. Collette and Timmy. Peter. Tom, Jordan, Walter and Michelle. The president.

On the other side of the glass, Eva beats her hands against the wall. A guttural moan gargles in the back of her throat. She’s walking forward, not seeming to realize that she encounters a wall again and again.

The flesh has already rotted off her extremities, leaving bone and putrescent muscle exposed underneath the peeling curls of skin.

“We’ll find a cure,” Cassie says. Even as she tries to breathe through a nightmare come to life, a flashback made present. “We’ll find a way—”

“My mom is dead.” Marco’s voice is as steady as the hands of a man sawing off his own leg. “No heartbeat. No brain activity. No respiration, digestion, circulation.”

Tobias looks back into the room, then at Marco. «But…»

“She’s an organ donor.” Marco’s eyes are dry, but he sniffs hard to keep them that way. “Wanted her body used for science, for humanity, when she couldn’t use it anymore. She’s dead. We’re respecting her wishes.”

Eva’s mouth gnashes at the air, teeth and jawbone exposed where her lips have already decayed. Her fingertips leave streaks of gore on the plexiglas.

“We know it spreads by fluids,” Jake recites dully. “That even a few drops can infect an entire water system. We know that it kills the hosts within hours of infection, and then uses their bodies to try and reproduce itself. We know it can be killed by fire, and by beheading the host, but so far that’s all we know.”

«How many humans have suffered its effects so far?» Ax asks.

“We don’t know,” Jake says. “Lowest estimate’s a few thousand.”

“And the highest?” Cassie asks.

He turns to look at her. The answer’s there on his face, in the way he can’t seem to stop himself from reaching out to take her hand.

• “How bad is it?” Ronnie asks Cassie that night.

She pulls him into her arms, desperate to sink into warmth and soft muscle and still-living flesh. “Remember last time humanity got attacked by an alien pathogen?” she asks. “Remember how that ended for the invading parasites?”

He has to know that she’s dodging the question. But then he wasn’t in the room when the graph tracing the U.S. watersheds spread slowly from blue to red, the entire continent glowing sickly crimson within weeks. The heading at the top said Conservative Estimate. They never saw the non-conservative one.

• Please remain calm, the president’s broadcast says, and stay inside your homes. Boil any water before drinking, she adds, even though they don’t think that that will do any good. Better to give people something to do, some way to feel like there’s still hope.

• Rachel goes up against entire hordes. She becomes elephant, alligator, grizzly and cheetah. She perfects the necessary motions to grab and rip, to sever the spinal column in one bite or one slash. She wades through firestorms as a salamander or rhinoceros, swoops in on kafit wings or surges upward on lerdethak tentacles to rip bodies to bits. Sometimes the others join her. They get infected a dozen, a hundred times, and each time they morph and survive.

• Which is where Tobias’s suggestion comes from.

«I say we arm the populace,» he says.

It’s the six of them, sitting around Marco’s kitchen table — one of his kitchen tables in one of his houses — after yet another bout of endless killing and very little progress.

“Meaning what?” Jake says.

“The civilian death toll’s already high enough, if you ask me,” Marco says. “Seeing as how everyone and their aunt is out there with hunting rifles and modified dracon beams blowing their neighbors away.”

Cassie winces. He’s not wrong. The riots have cost more lives than the plague, according to the latest estimates.

«We’re safe,» Tobias points out. «Or we can fix ourselves. Because we’re morphers. We have the cube… why not use it as widely as possible, on as many people as we can find?»

“That’d be illegal,” Jake says.

Rachel lets out a dull laugh. Cassie can see her point. They’re way past that by now.

“And when the vampires start morphing too?” Rachel asks. “What then?”

“Don’t call them that,” Marco snaps. “They’re dead bodies with parasites inside, not…” He laughs, humorless. “Vampires, revenants, the undead, that’s all stuff you play for pretend on some television show. It’s makeup and bad writing.”

“Yeah,” Rachel says, “just like aliens. Just like shapeshifters.”

«I sincerely doubt that the infected would have the necessary mental abilities to sustain focused attention upon achieving an animal shape,» Ax says. «Tobias’s proposal would indeed break several laws set by at least half a dozen species… and it may be the only way to save this planet.»

“How do we make sure the civilians are using the morph tech responsibly?” Jake asks. Which shows that he’s already thinking about it. Already halfway there.

• They make an announcement on the only remaining television channel. They send out a broadcast on every frequency that emergency radios will pick up. They go even more old-school, and pass out fliers. Anyone who wants the morphing can come. Can wait in line, sometimes for hours, to press their fingers against the box in Marco’s hand. Acquiring DNA is their own problem. So is the two-hour limit, for all of the warnings that Cassie repeats ad infinitum to the waiting crowds and the folks at home.

It’s inevitable, really, when the panic breaks out one day outside the elementary school where they’re recruiting. No one can say for sure if the woman was actually infected, or if the man next to her just thought she was.

Eight people are trampled to death in the ensuing crush. Nearly a hundred more are injured, too many to treat in a town that has already run short on dozens of essentials that must be shipped in from other parts of the country. No one can say how many are infected, just that the Animorphs spend nearly a week clearing the undead out of the area around the elementary school before it’s finally safe to use again.

• The reports coming out of the densely-populated East Coast are shocking. There was a battle between human and undead outside Yonkers, and now Yonkers is overrun. All groundwater from the Chesapeake Bay watershed is now considered infected, take precautionary measures. Florida has closed its borders, and is gunning down anyone who gets too close. A riot over a shipment of bottled water took out eighteen square blocks in downtown Philadelphia, and took out the entire shipment of water as well. The wealthiest residents of Boston and Manhattan are moving off-planet as fast as craft will take them, leaving the rest of the planet to die.

And then one day the reports… stop.

No CNN, no NPR, no MSNBC. No U.S., not really, not anymore.

• “I’m going to go lie down,” Jake’s father says, after a long day in the lab. And, “It’s just a headache, I’m sure.”

It’s the last thing he ever says. Eight hours later, Tom becomes the one to shoot him in the head.

• When Rachel picks up the phone, Jordan says, “You know you’re my hero, right?”

Rachel rushes out of the house, phone up to her ear, desperate for a better signal. “How… you…” She draws a sharp breath. “It’s been three months!” Not just three months since she heard from her sister. Three months since anyone that she knows of has succeeded in making a long-distance call.

“Sat phone,” Jordan says. “Government-issue. We’ve all been taking turns using it, in here.”

“Holy shit.” Rachel pulls the gun off of her belt and, almost unthinkingly, puts a bullet between the eyes of the child who has been shuffling toward her on corpse-stiff limbs. “How are you? How’s DC?”

“Not great, actually. INSCOM’s got me and a bunch of other essential personnel in a bunker. Or they did, anyway.” Jordan clears her throat. “The perimeter’s been breached, and there are about twenty of us holed up in this room. Maybe four—” Her voice wavers, steadies. “Four, five hundred hostiles outside, judging from the security cameras.”

“I’m—” Rachel is running down the street, cataloguing morphs. “I’m coming for you, just hang on.”

“Rachel.” Jordan’s voice is terribly sad. She’s three thousand miles away. “Just listen, okay?”

Rachel sits on the ground. Curls into herself. Fetal position, a ball of helpless rage.

“We’re each taking one phone call, and it just seemed really important to me.” Jordan takes a breath. “To tell you that I love you. That you’ve always been my hero. Since… forever, really. And that everything I am, everything I’ve done, is because of you. So…”

There’s a noise in the background of the call. One Rachel doesn’t want to identify.

“Tell Mom and Sarah I love them, yeah?” Jordan says.

Their mom’s been dead two weeks. Sarah is MIA. “I will,” Rachel says. “I promise. Jordan—”

“Time’s up, gotta go.” There’s a click, and the line goes dead.

• Ax lies so smoothly, so thoroughly, that he doesn’t know if he even remembers how to tell the truth. The fight against the pathogen is going well, he tells the Andalite Navy. Humanity is doing well. There’s no need for alarm. No need for drastic action. Yes, he would like to stay here indefinitely, but only to do what he can to assist the clean-up efforts.

• They morph every six hours, setting alarms to make sure that it happens. There is no uninfected water, not anymore, which means they’re constantly exposed. It can’t last forever. One of these days, Tobias knows, one of them is going to go in their sleep. And there’s nothing to be done to fend it off indefinitely.

• The being who appears in Marco’s living room is human and raptor and andalite and most definitely none of the above. (Ketran, Rachel will say later, and then silently shake her head when they ask her what the word means.) They all still recognize the Ellimist when they see him.

“I came to you once with an offer,” the Ellimist says. “Your lives, and your families’, in exchange for relocation to a different planet. I can bring your families back. Save them, and you. A way to preserve the human species, a final desperate measure.”

“And all of a sudden it’s back on the table?” Marco demands.

The Ellimist nods, or maybe he’s just bowing his head in grief.

They look around at each other, needing no words to communicate their thoughts.

They were so young, the last time they had this offer, Rachel thinks now. She was just a little girl, too caught up in worrying about being in love with a nothlit and disappointing her father to understand what was really at stake. She missed it entirely, the reason Jake and Marco were the ones to hesitate and grieve. They’d both lost loved ones to the yeerks already. They’d known what was at stake, the way that the little girl she’d been at the time could not have known.

Now she understands. Now, I can bring your families back isn’t abstract or principled. It’s real down to her gut, down to her pores. Now she understands, as do they all, just how much war can take. They’re adults. This time, their eyes are open. Their decision is informed.

This time, Jake doesn’t hesitate when he speaks for them all. “Go fuck yourself,” he says. “It’s our planet, and we’ll fight for it to the very last man.”

#animorphs #animorphs au #au #body horror #gore #character death #long post #zombie au #canon compliant

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I also forgot to post this too

George is ready to put this plan in motion. George suggests that Ytania exchange her life to bring the demon into their world. She questions if hanging herself will work.

George,struggling to hold back his grin, confirms this and says he did it and was brought back to life by the demon he had summoned. (He might be hinting to summoning Plushy into their world by killing himself and having her bring him back as repaying the favor)

Ytania, falling for his trick, agrees with the ritual and lets George blindfold her. He told her that if she were blindfolded, she wouldn't back out at the last minute and change her mind. 'It's for my dark lord. He will reward me for this summoning!' She giggles with a wide grin, excited to meet the demon who she would bring in exchange for her sacrifice.

George approached her from behind with a pre-tied noose in his hand, growling lowly. This was for his bun. He would make her happy and they would be together. He immediately caught her in the noose, tightening it so she couldn't break free. Her choked cries and struggling came to a halt as she lost consciousness and her paws bled as she had tried to cut the rope from her neck. Just for safe measure, he held her limp body from a high position and dropped her from his hold. The snap of her neck securing her death as her body did one final twitch before she fell still, her now lifeless body hanging from the Victorian-style chandelier in the room. He had no idea how the school afforded it but he figured that didn't matter anymore. He decided to leave a note written in Ytania's blood written on the wall for plushy and another gift for her.

Prior to his meeting with Ytania...

George decided to tie up loose ends so that Adam wouldn't be able to bother his beloved bunny ever again. Before Adam could get home, George had Craig make an excuse that would allow George to leave campus long enough to take care of Adam after getting him expelled. George stalked Adam until he was alone and slit his throat,making sure he died after the first slash. He cleaned up the blood and took care of the body. He wasn't looking to see Adam in pain because he just wanted him dead. He dismembered Adam's body with a butcher's knife. The limbs were most likely the most difficult to cut through because Adam's muscles were tough and tight to cut through. It took him a couple tries but he cut them. He threw the torso,legs,arms,and tail in a garbage bag once he drained the blood from his body parts. He saved the head for a special gift. He'd heard Plushy express her disdain and loathing of Adam. He remembered her saying she wanted to see his disgusting,greasy face contorted in pain and shock. He'd be able to give her that now that he'd killed and cut up Adam's body. He cleaned up the mess he made and made sure to wipe down everything. He threw the body away and kept the head preserved in a cooler once he got home without being caught. He put the head somewhere Franklin,Dylan,and shawn wouldn't find it so he could bring it for tomorrow.

Present time...

George snapped out of his daze and left the head of Adam a few feet away from the doors on the right side after he finished writing the note before sneaking out of the room without a trace to clean his hands in the boy's bathroom and go to see his bunny who he was unaware of during his chat with Ytania

Plushy had watched and eavesdropped on George and Ytania's conversation. She thought they were gonna find a student to sacrifice and Plushy growled as the airheaded cultist babbled on and on about who knows what. Just like george, she wasn't listening but all she knew was that she wanted that girl gone and away from her wolfy. Once the two had arrived to the club room, plushy started plotting a way to make the girl suffer and regret coming to this school. She didn't know that George was already in the process of devising a way to take care of her.

After George executed his plan and left the scene...

Plushy snook into the room from the left doors and quickly closed them behind her. What she saw before her had her pissed at the thought of someone beating her to the punch but she soon softened her face and smiled when she saw Adam's head and face contorted in pain and agony... Just like she told George a few days ago. She then saw the note written in presumably Ytania's blood in a certain wolf's handwriting. "For you,my bun~" written in blood in a somewhat lazily written style. Just like George. She gasped,feeling a blush quickly rush to her cheeks and grinned at the gift he left for her. He did this...for her. She had no idea he would go to these lengths just to make her his.

"Why state this was for me when i was already yours from day 1~?"

#my art #plushy #my art 2020 #george #yandere!au #yandere!george #yandere!plushy #yandere #ytania #adam #tw death #tw dead body #tw blood #suicide framed murder #tw dismemberment #july 2nd #page 4

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My Favorite Anime OPs and EDs from 2010-2019

No one asked for this, but i’m doin’ it anyway cuz there’s so many songs out there that i’ve never heard anyone talk about. like, y’all sleep on Yu-Gi-Oh! apparently. lmao

Going by release year, here’s all the OPs and EDs i can remember that i luv (and still do to this day). i may or may not have gotten all the years right. hell, i’m not even sure i got the OP and ED numbers right.

It’ll go by: Song Name - Artist (Name of Anime and Which OP/ED it is) an asterisk means i REALLY like it above the rest.

Hopefully this’ll help introduce you to some new jams you missed out on! ^ ^

2010

Going My Way! ~Road to Tomorrow~ - Masaaki Endoh (Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds OP5)*

Close to You - ALvino (Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds ED4)

Future Colors - Plastic Tree (Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds ED5)

Gravity 0 - Aqua Timez (Star Driver OP)*

Never Give Up! - Sonar Pocket (Digimon Xros Wars OP)*

Period - Chemistry (Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood OP4)*

Rain - SID (Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood OP5)* THE. FEELS.

Uragiri no Yuuyake - THEATRE BROOK (Durarara!! OP)* Y’all remember this one? Lmao

Trust Me - Yuya Matsushita (Durarara!! ED)

Ice Cream Syndrome - Sukima Switch (Pokemon Zoroark: Master of Illusions ED)*

My Soul, Your Beats! - Lia (Angel Beats OP) WAIT HOLD ON, ANGEL BEATS WAS THIS DECADE? I THOUGHT THAT WAS 2009 OR SOMETHING. DAHEQ?

ChAngE - Miwa (BLEACH OP12)

Calling - FLOW (Heroman ED)*

SHIVER - the GazettE (Black Butler II OP)

2011

Samurai Heart (Some Like it Hot!) - SPYAIR (Gintama ED17)* And on this day I realized….SPYAIR is lit.

New World - Twill (Digimon Xros Wars OP2)

Masterpiece - Mihimaru GT (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL OP)

Boku Quest - Golden Bomber (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL ED)* I luv watching the actual ending sequence. It fits my cyber aesthetic to a T.

BRAVING! - KANAN (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL OP2)

Setsubou no Freesia (Longing Freesia) - Daizystripper (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL ED2)* I’ll be completely honest, this song has been my favorite anime theme over most, if not all others, ever since. It’s kinda held a special place in my heart as it’s got memories of what transpired during 2012 that i don’t think i’ll ever forget. From the summer trip we took down south to me creating my very first OCs, Takuya and his Charmander partner Drake, on paper, i’ll luv this song with all my heart. ^ ^

Lovers - 7!! (Seven Oops) (Naruto Shippuden OP)

Counter Identity - UNISON SQUARE GARDEN (Soul Eater Repeat Show OP)*

Ai Ga Hoshii Yo - Shion Tsuji (Soul Eater Repeat Show OP2)* WANTCHU WANTCHU, I WANT CHUU~

SHINING STAR - 9nine (Star Driver OP2)*

Crossover - 9nine (Star Driver ED2)

Sky's the Limit - Shihoko Hirata (Persona 4 the Animation OP)

We’re Not Alone - coldrain (Rainbow Nisha Rokubou no Shichinin OP)

One Reason - Fade (Deadman Wonderland OP) I can bet you right now half of y’all forgot about this show. I mean i did. Lol

Mayonaka no Orchestra - Aqua Timez (Naruto Shippuden ED16)

Hacking to the Gate - Kanako Itou (Steins;Gate OP)* THIS SONG CLEARED MY SKIN AND RAISED MY GRADES.

Ranbu no Melody - SID (BLEACH OP13)* That main chorus tho. N o i c e .

LISTEN TO THE STEREO!! - GOING UNDERGROUND (Katekyo Hitman Reborn OP8)*

Core Pride - UVERworld (Blue Exorcist OP)

2012

Mask - Aqua Timez (BLEACH ED30?)

Soul Drive - Color Bottle (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL OP3)*

Wild Child - Moumoon (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL ED3)* Whenever I hear this song, I either think of school shenanigans or, if school isn't a thing in their world, a high school AU. Lmao

Unbreakable Heart - Hideaki Takatori (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL OP4)

Artist - Vistlip (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL ED4)*

Stand By Me - Stereopony (Eureka Seven AO ED)* Ok I know some people don't wanna remember AO, but hear me out here. Lmao

Brave Blue - FLOW (Eureka Seven AO OP2)*

Key Plus Words - Shihoko Hirata & Yumi Kawamura (Persona 4 the Animation OP2)

Harukaze - SCANDAL (BLEACH OP15)*

Crossing Field - LiSA (Sword Art Online OP) I like making SAO jokes as much as the next guy, but let's be real here. Crossing Field was still a pretty good song.

STAND UP! - Twill (Digimon Xros Wars Hunters OP)* Hunters sucked, but the OP slaps.

Kyomu Densen - ALI PROJECT (Another OP) This show gave me a temporary fear of umbrellas, but this OP is good.

Complication - ROOKiEZ is PUNK’D (Durarara!! OP2)

Light My Fire - KOTOKO (Shakugan no Shana III Final OP)

Mite Mite Kochichi - Memoiro Clover Z (Pokemon Best Wishes ED3)

2013

Dualism of Mirrors - Petite Milady (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL OP5)

GO WAY GO WAY - FoZZtone (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL ED5)

Challenge the GAME - REDMAN (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL ED6)* I swear to god, this should’ve been the final OP rather than Wonder Wings. I really don’t like that song.

Oh, and if you wanna hear more of the lead singer's voice, he's the lead singer of GIRUGAMESH. They didn't do any anime songs while they were still active afaik, but totally check it out if you like J-Rock.

Sakura Mitsutsuki & Genjyou Destruction - SPYAIR (Gintama OP13 and Gintama: The Final Chapter OP)*

After Cherry Blossoms (all quartets lead to the?) - UNISON SQUARE GARDEN (Yozakura Quartet: Hana no Uta OP)*

Non-Fiction Compass - UNISON SQUARE GARDEN (Yozakura Quartet: Tsuki ni Naku OP)

Sayonara Memory - 7!! (Seven Oops) (Naruto Shippuden ED)

BLOODY STREAM - Coda (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Battle tendency OP)* I mean, how could i NOT put this song on here? Lmao

Be An Arrow! - Rica Matsumoto (Pokemon Best Wishes! OP2)

Natsumeku Sakamichi (Summerly Slope) - Daisuke (Pokemon Best Wishes DA! OP)* While the Black & White series was absolutely terrible, I can thank it for spawning some nice OPs.

Egao - Ikimono-gakari (Pokemon Genesect and the Legend Awakened ED)

Take Your Way - Livetune adding Fukase (From SEKAI NO OWARI) (Devil Survivor 2 the Animation OP)* I swear I will never get tired of this song.

Be - Song Riders (Devil Survivor 2 the Animation ED)*

Watashi no Bara wo Kaminasai - ALI PROJECT (Rozen Maiden 2013 OP)

Moshimo - Daisuke (Naruto Shippuden OP)

Burn My Dread ~Spring of Birth~ & More Than One Heart - Yumi Kawamura (Persona 3 the Movie #1 Spring of Birth OP and ED)*

Eden - Aqua Timez (Magi: the Kingdom of Magic ED)*

Out of Control - Nothing’s Carved in Stone (Psycho Pass OP2)*

HERO -Kibou no Uta- - FLOW (Dragon Ball Z: Battle of Gods ED)

2014

Silhouette - KANA BOON (Naruto Shippuden OP16)* Everyone rise for the weeb national anthem.

BelievexBelieve - Bulletrain (Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V OP)

ENAMEL - SID (Black Butler: Book of Circus OP)

Masayume Chasing - BoA (Fairy Tail OP15)

STRIKE BACK - BACK-ON (Fairy Tail OP16)*

Burn! - Bulletrain (Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V OP2)

DAYxDAY - BLUE ENCOUNT (Gintama OP)* Before Polaris, there was this. lol

Goya no Machiawase - Hello Sleepwalkers (Noragami OP)* I swear Noragami has great taste in OPs. lmao

Fate is in Our Hands - Lotus Juice (Persona 3 the Movie #2 Midsummer Knight's Dream OP)* Y'all know Lotus Juice makes EVERYTHING badass.

One Hand, One Heartbeat - Yumi Kawamura (Persona 3 the Movie #2 Midsummer Knight's Dream ED)* I swear I literally feel like crying every time I hear this song. It's just that powerful.

Unravel - TK from Ling Tosite Sigure (Tokyo Ghoul OP) Ok, lemme explain. I used to hate this song cuz I thought TK's singing voice was whiny as hell. But after a long, LOOOOONG time, it finally started to grow on me. I think it's because of all the song covers I've listened to and, after understanding the meaning behind the lyrics, I appreciate this song a bit more nowadays.

V (VOLT) and MEGA V (MEGA VOLT) - Yusuke (Pokemon XY OPs 1&2)*

daze - Jin ft. MARiA from GARNiDELiA (Mekakucity Actors OP)

Monochrome - Dancing Dolls (Soul Eater NOT! OP)

2015

Saigo Made ii - Aqua Timez (Gintama ED15 i think?)

Kyouran Hey Kids! - THE ORAL CIGARETTES (Noragami Aragoto OP)* IN THIS HOUSE, WE JUST WANNA HOLD YOUR HAAAAAAND~

Getta Ban Ban (Mad-Paced Getter) - Tomohisa Sako (Pokemon XY OP3)*

XY&Z - Rica Matsumoto (Pokemon XY&Z OP)*

Raise Your Flag - MAN WITH A MISSION (Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans OP)*

Hello, World! - BUMP OF CHICKEN (Kekkai Sensen OP)*

Sugar Song and Bitter Step AKA the song everyone makes fan animated parodies of it’s opening sequence - UNISON SQUARE GARDEN (Kekkai Sensen ED)

Kirifuda (Trump Card) - Cinema Staff (Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V OP4)

Speaking - MRS. GREEN APPLE (Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V ED4)* before Great Escape from Attack on Titan and Inferno from Fire Force, there was this OP and ED. both of which i feel are better songs. lmao

Tweedia - Rei Yasuda (Pokemon Hoopa and the Clash of Ages ED)*

Diver - KANA-BOON (The Last: Naruto the Movie ED)*

Butter-Fly 2015 - Kouji Wada (Digimon Adventure Tri. OP)

Sono Chi no Kioku ~End of the World~ - JO☆STARS ~TOMMY, Coda, JIN~ (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders OP2)

Lapis Lazuli - Eir Aoi (Arslan Senki ED)*

Clattanoia - OxT (Overlord OP)*

L.L.L. - MYTH & ROID (Overlord ED)

Nazo 2015 - La PomPon (Detective Conan OP41)* Hearing this brought back memories of hearing the original during my childhood back when Cased Closed was still a thing.

Just Fly Away - EDGE of LIFE (Gundam Build Fighters Try OP2)

Flyers - BRADIO (Death Parade OP) Like Another, this was one of those where i wouldn’t have touched the show itself if my anime club didn’t watch it.

X.U. - Hiroyuki Sawano (Seraph of the End OP)*

Hikari - ViViD (Magi: the Kingdom of Magic OP2)

2016

DiVE!! - Amatsuki (Digimon Universe: Applimonsters OP)*

Ai - Ami Wajima (Digimon Universe: Applimonsters ED2)

The Day - Porno Graffitti (My Hero Academia OP)

HEROES - Brian the Sun (My Hero academia ED)

RAGE OF DUST - SPYAIR (Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans OP2)*

Believe in Myself - EDGE of LIFE (Fairy Tail OP21)*

CRAZY NOISY BIZARRE TOWN - THE DU (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable OP)

Chase - batta (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable OP2)* Screw the haters. This song is a bop.

Great Days - Karen Aoki & Daisuke Hasegawa (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable OP3) As you can see, i luv all of Jojo Part 4’s OPs. lmao

Kaze no Uta - FLOW (Tales of Zestiria the X OP)* Zestiria may have been the most uninteresting experience i’ve had in the Tales series, but at least it’s OPs are straight fire.

Dream Lantern, ZenZenZense, Sparkle and Nandemonaiya - RADWIMPS (Various themes from Your Name) I'm still miffed that they didn't kiss at the end. >:v

Re:Re: - ASIAN KUNGFU GENERATION (Erased OP)

Brave Shine - Aimer (Fate/Stay Night Unlimited Blade Works OP)*

Starting Over - Mr. Children (The Boy and the Beast ED)* Mamoru Hosoda never ceases to make me smile and/or cry, huh?

GO - BUMP OF CHICKEN (GRANBLUE FANTASY the Animation OP)

KINGS - angela (K Project OP) i don’t even know how i remembered this one. I watched K at my local anime club years ago cuz one of my friends suggested it. I barely remember what it was about, though. ^ ^’

Vision - Kusou Linkai (Yu-Gi-Oh ARC-V ED5)

Light of Hope - Unknown Number (Yu-Gi-Oh ARC-V OP5)

Pendulum Beat! - SUPER DRAGON (Yu-Gi-Oh ARC-V OP6)*

2017

Peace Sign - Kenshi Yonezu (My Hero Academia OP2)* SURE IT’S POPULAR, BUT IT’S POPULAR FOR A REASON.

Datte Atashi no Hero - LiSA (My Hero Academia ED3)

Little Pi - Ange☆Reve (Digimon Universe: Applimonsters ED3)

Perfect World - Traffic Light (Digimon Universe: Applimonsters ED4)*

With the Wind - Hiroaki “TOMMY” Tominaga (Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS OP)* I’ll be honest, this one took some getting used to, but now i luv it!

Fake Town Baby - UNISON SQUARE GARDEN (Kekkai Sensen and Beyond OP)

Tonari Au - THE ORAL CIGARETTES (Sakurada Reset ED)*

Rain - SEKAI NO OWARI (Mary and the Witch's Flower ED)* I really liked the movie and I just luved the fantasy vibes given off by the instrumentals in this song.

Baton Road - KANA BOON (Boruto: Naruto Next Generations OP)* Y'all say Boruto is trash, but at least the theme songs still boppin'.

Boku wa Hashiri Tsuzukeru - Melofloat (Boruto: Naruto Next Generations ED3)

FEED THE FIRE - coldrain (King’s Game OP)* Thank you Fire Force for introducing me to this wonderful band. ;w;

2018

PAiNT it BLACK - BiSH (Black Clover OP2)* Never thought I'd ever find a band actually named bish. Lmao

Black Rover - Vickeblanka (Black Clover OP3)

Guess Who is Back - Kumi Koda (Black Clover OP4)* Now, if this ain't a bop fit for a triumphant return like "SURPRISE BISH I'M BACK." then idk what is. Lmao

Gamushara & Tenge Tenjou - Miyuna (Black Clover OP&ED5)* i’m mainly referring to Gamushara, but i luv Tenge Tenjou too.

ODD FUTURE - UVERworld (My Hero Academia OP4)*

Make my story - Lenny code fiction (My Hero Academia OP5)*

The Future is Now - Straightener (Digimon ReArise OP)* Yes, I know I'm cheating cuz it's a video game, but it's an opening sequence much like an anime, so yeah.

Breath - Porno Graffitti (Pokemon the Power of Us ED)

Katharsis - TK from Ling Tosite Sigure (Tokyo Ghoul OP3?)*

Here - JUNNA (The Ancient Magus Bride OP)

Renai Circulation - Kana Hanazawa (Bakemonogatari OP4) Imma be honest, i found this song through those Coldplay mashups and other memes. Lmao

I Wanna Be - SPYAIR (Gintama Shirogane no Tamashii Hen OP)

Hana Ichi Monme - BURNOUT SYNDROMES (Gintama Shirogane no Tamashii Hen ED)*

2019

Hana ga Saku Michi - THE CHARM PARK (Black Clover ED7)* I SWEAR NO ONE’S COVERED THIS SONG YET AND I’M SAD. I LUV THIS SONG.

Inferno - MRS. GREEN APPLE (Fire Force OP)

Veil - Keina Suda (Fire Force ED)* This ED gives me feels and i luv it. ;w;

MAYDAY - coldrain (Fire Force OP2)* This sounds like a song i’d hear at Hot Topic and i feel blessed. lmao

Nounai - Lenny code fiction (Fire Force ED2) I swear this anime doesn’t have a single song i don’t like. I’m not kidding. lmao

WILD SIDE - ALI (BEASTARS OP)* IN THIS HOUSE, WE DO NOT SKIP THIS OPENING I STG.

Le Zoo - YURiKA (BEASTARS ED)

Nemureru Honou (Sleeping Instincts) - YURiKA (BEASTARS ED2)*

Kawaki no Ameku - Minami (Domestic Na Kanojo OP)

Polaris - BLUE ENCOUNT (My Hero Academia OP6)* THIS IS THE BIGGEST BOP SINCE PEACE SIGN OML

Touch Off - UVERworld (The Promised Neverland OP)* This show was too creepy for me to continue, but I luv it for what it is. Also NAA NANANANANANAA NANANAAAA~

Sangenshoku - PELICAN FANCLUB (Dr. Stone OP2)* Sorry, but Good Morning World didn’t totally do it for me. I luv this OP way more tbh.

Suisou - Megumi Nakajima (Hoshiai no Sora OP)* The bits before the chorus are just so good.

1•2•3 - After the Rain (Pocket Monsters 2019 OP)

Dark Crow - MAN WITH A MISSION (Vinland Saga OP2)

MOTOR CITY - Kenichi Asai (No Guns Life OP)

Game Over - DATS (No Guns Life ED)

#rambles #anime talk #favorite anime openings and endings #MY JAM #i really had to dig deep into my memory banks for this one #and do my research to make sure i got things right #i most likely forgot quite a bit still #feel free to tell me how trash my tastes are

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