#but I hope we are agreed they didnt miss a middle normal class life

[mr-nauseam]

We all agree that the Snows were sorry to lose a lifestyle worth millions to maintain?

[woodsteingirl]

A case in suburbia, domestic dynamics, and a forever home. What could go wrong?

the moment i’ve been waiting for! chapter one is up now! read here or under the cut.

Cas and Dean were searching for a forever house. They had been pretty much since Cas got back from the empty. They were ready to distance themselves from hunting. Dean had always wanted a sort of suburban, white picket fence life, even if he didn’t admit it to anyone. And since he already admitted how he truly felt to Cas, why not throw his need for a domestic lifestyle into the mix. Cas was all for it. Ever since Jack had given up most of his powers to Amara, thus causing her to take his place as God and him almost human, Cas had been hoping for a place to raise him like a normal child. The bunker was great for hunting and a place for Cas, Dean, and Sam, but not so much for raising a 5-year-old kid.

House hunting had been a burden to bear, but they were making out alright. Up till this, they’d looked at about 3 other houses. They were all a no for different reasons. The first one Cas decided was in a school district that wouldn’t be good for Jack, the second didn’t have a big enough garage or backyard, and the third didn’t have enough bedrooms for all of their family to stay. With the whole credit card scam they’d been running for as long as they remember, budget wasn’t really a problem, but they didn’t want something extravagant.

There it was, 538 Chapel Street in Pine River Crossings. It wasn’t too far out of Lawrence, only a few hours' drive, and all the houses looked nice. Very cookie cutter, but that was sort of the appeal. They couldn’t guarantee that they would fit in with the traditional, upper middle-class people, but what the hell, if they could kill god they could take suburbia.

A few days passed, and they were set up to look at the home. They drove the hour and a half to the next medium-sized town with the belief in their minds that this was the one. It had all they needed, a two-car garage, a respectable school district, and two guest bedrooms. They were so caught up in this concept they made the mistake of not checking the news for the nearby areas. Once they arrived, a realtor who showed them around the dwelling greeted them. It was all they could ask for and more practically too good to be true, especially for people like them. The actual presentation of the house went over without too many problems. The person exhibiting the residence commented on how it had been on display for almost a month now, which was the first red flag. A house as nice as this, in a densely populated area, would usually not be on the market for that long in weeks unless there was some hidden con.

They signed on it not a day after seeing the house in person. It was all set up and they could officially start moving stuff in the next week. They officially shared the good news with everyone the day after they signed. Sam was beyond happy for them. Not only would he finally have a space to himself, he was proud of his brother for living the life he’d always wanted. Jack was thrilled that he would get to go to actual school and have friends that were his age and not cosmic entities. In the meantime, Cas did more research into the neighborhood. There was their hidden con. The newspaper Cas had pulled up on his phone said, “Local Couple Murdered in Own Home.”

“Dean, look at this.”

Okay, that was a setback. A murderer on the loose in the neighborhood they were moving into was not exactly what he had planned, but he had delt with worse. “Alright, that could be a problem.”

“I think it’s a little bigger than a problem,” Cas retorted.

“Is it our type of thing or just something local law enforcement could deal with?”

Cas read on in the article, “the couple was stabbed, there was no sign of forced entry, neighbors reported nothing amiss besides lights flickering before the murder. The weapon, as well as the perpetrator, was never found. No official suspects have been labeled, everyone has seemed to have an alibi.”

“It definitely sounds like our thing. Lights flickering, no breaking and entering, and all.”

They decided they could pose as residents, as it seemed perfectly normal for the newcomers to be concerned about the literal murderer on the loose. Since Cas was newly human, and Jack was, well, 5, Dean thought they might need outside help. Being out of practice to spend more time with your husband and child really had its fallbacks. Sam was off the table as backup. He was out of town and Dean didn't want to interrupt his first weekend without him in god knows how long. Plus, they needed someone who wouldn't draw too much attention to their family dynamic.

“Hey, Cas, what do you think about calling in Claire to help us with this one? You think she’d do it?”

“Calling her in for help is a good idea, whether or not shed actually do it is another question.”

“I’ll call and ask, and if she wants to help, and if not then I can think of something else.”

He kept his promise and called Claire not an hour later. He decided it might be best not to tell her it was undercover work, or that it was taking place in a white picket fence neighborhood, as that might turn her off from it almost immediately.

“Hey Claire, its been too long since we’ve talked,” he started.

“Hi Dean. what do you want, there’s no way you’re just calling to catch up if you’re starting with ‘its been too long.’”

“You got me there. I was just wondering if you wanted to come with me and Cas on a hunt. Its not too far from the bunker and we’d have you back home in a week.”

“Sure, that works. When do we start?” She hadnt seen Dean and Cas since they rescued Cas. That was over a month ago, she’d been meaning to visit, but she’d been so busy with hunting, and getting to know Kaia again now that she was finally back. This seemed like a perfect opportunity to reconnect and not miss out on anything too big back at home.

“If you could come down here by Wednesday, that’d be great.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you then.” She was tempted to sign off with an ‘I love you’ but she was never a lovey-dovey person in that way.

On tuesday she promised Jody she’d be extra careful and would be back in under a week. Kaia told her to make sure to call every day and update her on what was happening. Claire agreed, promising to keep in touch. She spent the rest of the day driving down to Kansas.

Back on Dean and Cas’s end, they were trying to get the house set up for 4 people when they had no furniture prior to this. Cas had always loved furniture shopping even before he had a use for it. When he worked at the Gas-and-Sip, he would browse the home improvement magazines in his spare time. Dean was pretty much the opposite. He had never had reason to care for it, so he didn't. Maybe his hatred for Swedish furniture was rooted in his deep-seated commitment issues. It didn't matter much why he hated it, he just left most of the choices up to Cas. there was then the issue of appliances and such you couldn't find in a furniture store. That was left up to him. Cas sent him out to Walmart to get things for the kitchen. That was something he could do. He picked out a mixer, some silverware, and a pioneer woman kitchenware set. It came with pots and pans, mixing bowls, and a few normal sized plates. That was enough for him to consider it an absolute steal. He brought his finds home to the bunker, setting them on the table designated for things that were to go in the new house. Jack was sitting on Cas’s lap, pointing at things on the computer.

“What’re you guys finding?” Dean asked, hovering behind Cas’s shoulder.

“Djungelskog!” Jack exclaimed, showing Dean a photo of a large stuffed brown bear.

“I thought you were looking for furniture?” Dean directed the question more at Cas, but he was still looking at Jack.

“We are. Jack just got us a bit sidetracked. We found the majority of what we need. Among other things not of as grave importance.”

Dean looked over the shopping cart and then gave the go ahead. Not before adding the stuffed bear to the cart, though.

The next day Claire arrived. Everyone was thrilled to see her. Jack ran up and threw himself around one of her legs and Cas gave her an awkward dad side hug. Dean wondered when he would tell her what the hunt would actually consist of, but he didn't want to interrupt the moment.

A few hours later, Dean fixed everyone a real dinner and had them sit down at the kitchen table. The realization dawned on him that this was going to be his last sit down meal officially living in the bunker. Everyone sort of just sat in silence for a beat. Perhaps reflecting on their own lasts of officially living there. “Claire, I sorta forgot to add this when I called you, but the case is a lot of undercover work. Also its in a suburban area.”

“And why didn't you tell me this sooner?”

“Well to speak freely, I wanted you on this case and I was worried it would make you not want to come.”

“It almost does, but i'm already here now, and i wouldn't want to waste a days driving on something i'm not actually going to do.” She guessed this would probably take longer than a week. “And i'm guessing this isn't just something you decided to do out of the goodness of your hearts?”

“We bought a house in the area, and we just wanted to make sure it was safe,” Cas explained.

“Hang on, you bought a house for real and you didnt even think to tell me? You didn't think that that was valuable information?”

“It didn't come up in our phone call,” Dean said.

“And? That’s no excuse to leave your daughter out of major life events!” The ‘daughter’ part just sort of came out without her noticing, but seconds after she said it she regretted it. God, how embarrassing.

“You’re right. We should’ve told you sooner. It was kind of a recent decision, though, so you haven’t been out of the loop for too long,” Cas said.

The next day was moving day. Dean loaded the appliances into the back of Claire’s car, since the back of the Impala was already full. Claire took her own car, while Dean, Cas, and Jack rode in Baby. Their real furniture was being delivered as they spoke. Cas offered to ride with Claire, but she assured him she’d be fine by herself. The drive wasn’t even that long, especially compared to the distance she drove yesterday.

Dean was silently nervous. He wouldn’t admit it out loud but it was written all over his face. His first real stable house, with the man he loved, and his two kids, he could only hope that he didn’t mess it up. Cas put a hand on his shoulder showing he saw how Dean was feeling.

They turned onto Chapel Street and pulled up into the driveway of the house. It somehow looked bigger and more daunting than it had during the walkthrough. Claire arrived almost ten minutes later. Everyone just sort of paused in front of the house for a minute, reveling in the stability most of them had never had.

[ickle-ronniekins]

it was all yellow

request from nonnie!!! “hi love, wanted to throw out this request before camping ;u; only if you're up for it, for either of the twins: i'd love something fluffy inspired by one of my favorite text posts on this site: she guessed my favorite color first try.. but between me and u.. i didnt even have a favorite color until she yelled out yellow! she was hella excited n smiling like a little kid, so i told her she was right and i havent seen yellow the same since, its in everything. i could probably live in it now. 🌻”

pairing: fred x hufflepuff!reader

word count: 3k

A/N: love me a good cheeky fred. also this prompt was FUCKING adorable and i did try to incorporate the actual quote into my writing but some of it didn’t flow.. so i hope it’s still as good as you’d imagined?? also def listened to coldplay’s “yellow” whilst writing this x

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“Mr. Weasley!”

Umbridge’s voice is shrill, and it immediately pulls Fred out of his daydream-like state, but not quickly enough for him to turn his attention toward his professor and avoid making incredibly embarrassing eye contact with you. The entire class, much to his dismay, turns to glance at him -- you included. It’s unlike him to feel so insecure, so embarrassed, but alas -- here he is.

“Yes, Professor?”

“Is there a reason,” Umbridge hisses, the edges of her lips curling into a rather evil smirk, “that you’ve chosen to completely ignore me during the lesson?”

Fred considers this for a moment. He could take this opportunity to explain to his professor that yes, now that you mention is, there is a reason. A huge reason. He could then proceed to tell you about all of the overwhelming feelings that have seemed to take over him the last few weeks. It could be a grand gesture, couldn’t it? Scooping you up into his arms, sliding a hand around the back of your neck, telling you just exactly what keeps him up at night -- that adorable smile of yours, and the pineapple scent in your hair. It’d be all the castle would be able to talk about, wouldn’t it? Plus, to be able to ignore Umbridge even more and do something so utterly abysmal in the middle of her lesson and have the rest of the students cheer him on, well -- it’s something Fred’s always dreamt of.

“I’d love to see the look on Umbridge’s face if I ever chose to cause mayhem in the middle of one of her lessons,”

“Easy there, Freddie. Don’t want to go getting any more detentions, do we?”

“Darling, mischief is my middle name. I need to prank. My life depends on it.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, isn’t it? Just trying to look out for you, is all.”

“You’ve really got that Hufflepuff stereotype of ‘loyal’ down -- you know that, right?”

He supposes, when he thinks about it now, that you were right. You’re always right. He reckons it wouldn’t be such a good thing to cause such an uproar, especially since Umbridge is nearly always on his tail, and is one step closer to knocking Dumbledore out of his post as Headmaster. Fred doesn’t want to give her any more of an edge, does he?

Next to him, George brings Fred back, yet again, from another daydream with a quick kick to his knee. He grips the desk tightly and hopes that his face isn’t flushing bright red. Umbridge’s smirk grows even deeper, and Fred, ignoring his instincts to grab you and run out of the lesson right this instant, merely clears his throat. “No. There isn’t.”

“Good,” Umbridge hisses again, turning her attention back toward the board. “Now, to continue..” Fred relaxes a bit and slumps in his seat, feeling rather grumpy, but his spirits lift almost immediately, and his insides seemingly twist into a tight knot when you send him a soft smile from across the room.

-- -

Fred is shaken awake, only to be face to face with a very cheeky looking George, who then proceeds to throw a notebook straight into Fred’s cheek.

“Oi!” Fred shouts, coming to, bringing his hand to his jaw. “What the bloody hell was that for?”

“You do realize it’s the middle of the day and you’ve fallen asleep directly in the middle of the courtyard, yes?”

Fred kicks the younger twin with his foot, and George and Lee begin to laugh. Fred had been having quite a lovely sleep, thank you very much, and is now annoyed that his brother and friend had chosen to wake him. As he sits up from the bench, adjusting his loose tie and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Lee offers, “You talk a hell of a lot in your sleep, mate.”

Much to his horror, Fred freezes. This whole talking-in-his-sleep thing is relatively new -- he’d never, ever done that before. It seemed to have happened to him a couple of weeks ago, when he began repeating the days’ events -- ones that included you -- over and over in his mind before falling into a peaceful, and rather deep, slumber. It seemed to have happened when he started to look at you in a new light.

“And what exactly was I saying?” Fred asks, trying to shrug off his nervousness.

George and Lee both suppress a laugh and share a cheeky exchange, and Fred feels his heart leap into his throat. “Oh, you know.. mumbling on about lessons, and things. Bits of parchment you need to finish. Normal musings.”

Fred sighs rather dramatically before relaxing again. He hates this whole being-on-edge thing that comes with having a massive, over-the-top crush on you. “Oh,” George continues, his grin only growing larger, “and something about Y/N being the colour of sunshine, or something?”

As Fred’s eyes widen with embarrassment, George and Lee’s laughter only seems to grow louder and it echoes across the courtyard. This grabs your attention from across the way, and you smirk at Fred. You seem to be working on a bit of homework -- you’re leant against a large tree with your bag and robe next to you on the ground. Your hair is pulled back and you’ve got the end of your quill in your mouth, as if you had been pondering something right before you met Fred’s gaze.

“Thank Merlin she wasn’t over here, or you would’ve scared the poor girl away,” Lee says in a mocking sort of voice, which only seems to intensify Fred’s nerves.

Fred can’t help but fall into a bit of laughter with his friends too, even though the mere fact that he’d been talking in his sleep, about you, in the middle of the courtyard, makes his entire body hurt. ‘Thank Merlin’ is right.

-- -

The colour of sunshine. Ugh. How could he have been so painfully cheesy? Fred thinks about this all day long -- through every lesson, through every stroll down the corridors, through every bite of the evening feast. He can’t simply believe he’s said this out loud, even though it’s true. The truest words that have ever come out of his mouth, even. You are the colour of sunshine.

Simply bright and beamingly so -- the most beautiful of yellows.

You, he reckons, are pure warmth -- enough to soothe him on even the coldest of days.

“You know,” your voice, now closer than it seems, makes Fred jump and snap out of his own thoughts, much to George’s amusement, “this whole not-being-able-to-eat-with-your-mates-from-other-houses thing is simply stupid.”

“Why don’t you go and give Umbridge a piece of your mind, eh?” George asks you.

Your grin deepens, but you shake your head and begin to shovel dessert onto your plate. “It’s her own fault if she doesn’t notice a Hufflepuff amongst a group of Gryffindors. She’s supposed to be the Hogwarts High Inquisitor,” you say a bit stuffily, as if to imitate the woman in question, “is she not?”

“Brilliant,” Fred replies as he finds his voice. “An uncanny impersonation.”

You flip your hair over your shoulder and Fred notices a dimple appear on your cheek. He finds himself lost in your eyes as you peer at him softly over the top of your teacup, which you’ve brought slowly to your lips.

Fred’s happy to hear when you bring his all time favorite thing about the magical world into conversation and does his very best to hide his ever-obvious feelings. “Rumor has it McGonagall and Dumbledore have been pleading with Umbridge to let Gryffindor play Quidditch this year,” you tell the twins.

They peer at you with confusion. “What?” they ask together. Fred continues, “Why? What’s she going to do -- ban all teams except Slytherin? Then they’ve got nobody to verse,” he lets a laugh escape his lips.

George huffs a bit before sipping his tea. “She’s such a bloody idiot. No, I will say it louder, Ron,” George shoots his younger brother a look as Ron closes in on himself a bit, “she’s a power-hungry, egotistical toad who has no business running a bloody school.”

“The truest statement,” you point at him and then bite into your cauldron cake, “but no worry -- she’s apparently agreed to the whole Quidditch thing. Now you two’ve just got to smack the bludgers straight at Crabbe and Goyle’s heads. They’re certainly large enough -- should be easy targets.”

Fred cannot help the enormous laugh that escapes him due to your joke; in fact, he’s sort of surprised it’s only gotten the attention of half of the Great Hall, because it seems to have echoed throughout the entirety of the large room, reverberating off of the walls. Unfortunately, though, Umbridge notices and makes a beeline right toward the Gryffindor table. You turn to Fred and George, shrug your shoulders a bit and proceed to roll your eyes at the very pompous “hem-hem” that is too disturbingly sweet and high-pitched in your ears. “Miss Y/L/N,” she says in her most mocking tone of voice, “please correct me if I am mistaken but I’ve assumed by the yellow color on your robes that you are a Hufflepuff and not, in fact, a Gryffindor, as you’ve so decidedly claimed yourself.”

You turn toward her, a very large grin painted across your face, and simply reply, “No need for corrections here, ma’am.”

“Good,” Umbridge says curtly before turning on her heel. “Best return to your house table, then, before we slip you lot into detention, yes? I do hope it was worth the embarrassment, Miss.”

Embarrassment? Please. You stand up from your seat and chug the rest of your tea and pop the rest of your cauldron cake back into your mouth. You lean against the table, reaching across to the other end to grab yourself another pastry, and get as close to Fred as you possibly can. He notices a bit of a twinkle in your eye, something that’s suddenly driving him absolutely mad, when you say to him and only him, “Definitely worth it.”

A very cozy feeling sweeps itself through Fred’s bones.

-- -

The Gryffindors are lucky to have such two stealthy beaters on their team, because Fred and George know the ins and outs of the castle like nobody else. This comes in handy after a playful, late night match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, when the twins are able to sneak the entire Hufflepuff team, and even a few spectators, into the Gryffindor Common Room.

And as if he isn’t excited enough already at the pure theatrics of this entire thing, Fred finds himself smiling even more so at the sight of you, nestled in a corner with a few others, a Butterbeer clutched tightly in your hands, your cheeks rosy and flushed.

He’s reminded of a few weeks ago when he snuck into the Hufflepuff Common Room with you -- very late at night --

“Don’t you trust me?” you’d asked, taking his hand in yours.

His heart had skipped a few beats, if he was being honest.

“Merlin, it’s bright in here!” Fred had exclaimed when you’d both entered. The inviting colours had swirled around him. “How you people get any work done is beyond me. I’d never be able to focus --”

You’d laughed and shoved him. “Fred, you can’t focus, regardless.”

He’d just shrugged and sat down next to you near the fire. The entire room was empty except for the two of you. “I’ll give you that one. It’s just -- it’s so much different from our common room.”

“Well, it’s bright yellow. Plus, it feeds to all of the ‘Puffs' personalities. What did you expect, silly?”

He’d smiled at you, nestling himself comfortably against the edge of the couch. I haven’t seen yellow the same since, he’d wanted to tell you, especially because of the golden colour of your hair. “Nothing more, nothing less. Besides, I’ve got to say -- I’m rather fond of it, actually.”

His heart had nearly constricted at the feeling of you placing your head onto his shoulder. He’d been happy you couldn’t see the shock rising on his face in that of a crimson red colour, since you’d been so focused on staring into the flames. He’d suddenly felt warm -- incredibly warm. He’d willed himself to believe it was the fire, and not the feeling of your soft hair brushing against his neck. “Oh yeah? Yellow your favourite colour, and all?”

I could get lost in it, actually. Fred had to force himself to swallow over his own nerves a few times before he’d been able to say, “You could say that.”

Now, in the Gryffindor Common Room, he darts past a very confused looking Neville and plops himself down next to you, completely ignoring the fact that he’s interrupting your conversation with the others. “Hey,”

“Well hi,” you say, turning your attention toward him. He can smell the pineapple scent of your shampoo and is nearly sent into a dizzying overdrive, but he does his best to focus on the feeling of the cold glass in his fingers. “Great match.”

“Even if we did beat you guys?”

“Yeah,” you reply tersely, “Hufflepuff’s saving their strength for your actual match so they can kick your arses.”

Fred laughs haughtily and scoots a little closer to you on the steps as the others around you both disperse and head off in their respective directions. He can hear the steady pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears and decides to take a leap of faith. “Maybe. Although I will say -- you’ve got to be more careful with your leering, love.”

“Meaning?”

“Pretty sure you didn’t take your eyes off of me the entire time. You were full-on staring.”

Fred notices the pink on your cheeks seemingly deepen a bit, but you don’t let on to any embarrassment. He grins at you. “Perhaps I was. And if you’ve noticed, it means you were watching me back,”

His smile only grows at your mock voice. He replies with the same tone, “Perhaps I was.”

“You can’t do that during an actual match though, sir,” you tell him, bringing your goblet to your lips and sipping significantly, “otherwise you’re going to be distracted and I reckon you’ll be hit with a bludger, don’t you?”

Fred twirls his goblet in his hands, desperately trying to read your face and your tone. He’s having a hard time deciphering. “You do make a good point.”

“Besides,” you continue, a small smirk making the edges of your lips curl, “we can’t have you getting distracted. Although, I understand how difficult it can be -- considering I’m the colour of sunshine, and all.”

It takes a moment and a laugh before Fred’s registered what you’ve said, and you glance back down at your goblet, giggling into it a bit, and he shakes his head before turning to look at George and Lee, who seemingly have been watching you two this entire time, because they immediately glance away and immerse themselves in conversation with others around them.

“And we know how brilliantly blinding sunshine can be, don’t we, Fred?”

Someone’s playing very loud music and Fred wonders how Umbridge hasn’t caught you all yet. Or perhaps, he thinks, maybe the booming just sounds louder in his own ears.

“Almost as blinding as love, d’you reckon?”

Fred feels that warm, homely feeling take him over yet again -- but this time, he knows it’s not from the butterbeer, or the raging fire. He doesn’t even try to pretend. It’s all from you.

“Yeah, yeah -- tease all you want,” he says as confidence engulfs him. He reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

You place your goblet down on the step next to you. “I wasn’t teasing,” you say very matter of factly, “so much as I was trying to get you to kiss me, actually.”

He purses his mouth into a very smug smirk and watches as your eyes dart down to his lips, and you bite down on your own. He leans in, the rest of the music and chatter surrounding you both seemingly drowned out by the steady pounding of his own heart, when --

“Oi, Freddie! C’mere, mate!”

Clearly Ron’s incapable of seeing that we’re in the middle of something, Fred wants to tell you. Instead, he pulls away slightly and whispers to you. “Want to sneak up to the Astronomy tower?”

“So late at night? How very scandalous of you.”

“Well it’s why you fancy me in the first place, isn’t it?”

He grabs your hand as you paint a very mischievous look on your face, and is about to stand up before you tug on the collar of his shirt with your free hand, pulling him back to you and pressing your lips to his in an electrified climax.

You try to part, but he pulls you closer to him and slides his hand down your leg. A soft moan emits your lips, and Fred wonders if he’d be able to sneak a Hufflepuff girl up to his own dormitory this evening. “Sorry,” you reply, biting down on your lip again, sending him into a complete tizzy. You whisper cheekily, “Just couldn’t wait.”

He smirks at you, hoping his giddiness isn’t blatantly evident in his exuberance, and pulls you to your feet. “Actually..” you say, playing again with his collar, “instead of the Astronomy tower, how about we head to the Room of Requirement?”

“No? Don’t want to look up at the stars, be all mushy, fall asleep in my arms?”

You actually snort through your laughter, rolling your eyes at him. “Yes, yes, of course I do, you sap. But I reckon we should save that for an actual date. Right now, I’d kind of just like to snog you for a few hours, if you don’t mind.”

He shakes his head at you with admiration. “What has gotten into you?”

Another hair flip from you sends warmth through Fred’s veins. “C’mon, Weasley,” you say, tugging his hand, the yellow fire reflecting in the light of your eyes, “don’t you trust me?”

[chubbyjungkook]

Just a chance

It was a normal day in taehyung's life , he was sitting in the university cafeteria ,scrolling down his phone as he waits for his  childhood best friend to arrive  when he heard a familiar voice calling his name and someone hugging him 

" hey jungkoookie , i was waiting for you " he answer giggling as he ruffled the younger's hair , jungkook sit down next to him as he saw , jungkook's boyfriend , Seokjin sitting down too 

" hey taehyung-ssi how you doing ? " he ask as he place some food they had bought in the cafeteria  for the 3 of them 

"Did you enjoy winter break ? " the younger ask as he started eating some of his food 

" i'm doing fine , i spend the winter break with my family it was nice to see them after so long " he answer as he started drink some juice 

"We went to my parents house also my moms told me that you should come visit soon " he comments with a soft smiled 

They continue talking about their small break and about some thinks about of the new cicle until jungkook decided to ask the older the question that he had been wanting to ask 

" ummm hyung and what happened with minhyuk ? " he asked as he watch the older expression turn serious 

" You know he was an asshole as all the boys I met " he says normally he was used to it . Between them , taehyung at always being in the heavier side and he had been bullied for that in high school , jungkook always defended him , so he was used to people being mean at him

"Fuck " he heard jin sigh " i didnt though he would turn out to be an asshole too , im s- " he was cut back for the excited jungkook"s  voice 

"That's amazing ! " he say as he watch seokjin and taehyung stared at him as he was crazy " i mean  umm im angry that he was an asshole and i wanna hit him so bad but since you are single now , i want you to meet someone " 

" first of all he wasn't my boyfriend we just went to some dates and two , kookie i don't really feel like meeting someone right now " he mumbled softly as he stares as his plate before he glance at jungkook back 

“i know you didn't had good experiences with the guys you had know , hyung ….. but i swear he is a sweetheart please hyung , just give him a chance “ he says softly as he watching him with his cute doe eyes

“i mean taehyung-ah , you know i don't always encourage jungkook when he want to set up dates or things like that but i know jungkook’s friend and he seem like a nice person , you should give him a chance “ he mumbles softly 

“ahg fine , i just do it cause i want you too stopped trying to make me meet people “ it was normal that jungkook try to find him dates , he normally rejected all of his best friend possible option but for the first time Seokjin was also agree with jungkook “ who is it ? “ he ask as he finish his food and take some sips of his juice 

“Park jimin. You remember him right ? we used to hang out with him in middle school“ he watch the older frown softly before he nodded

“yeah i remember jiminnie , he moved abroad right ? “ he mumbled a bit sadly as he remember that jimin was his first crush back then but he never told him because he was shy, jungkook nodded as he take a bite on his sandwich 

“ Yes , he did but when we were in Busan he recognized me . He said he had come back and he is living here in Seoul now and he will start studying here and guess what ? “ he watch taehyung watch him expectantly “ he ask me about you , i show him some pics of you and fuck you should saw him he look completaly whipped , he ask me if maybe you wanted to go on a date  with him “

His cheeks blushed madly at the younger’s words “yah jungkook you might be exaggerating he might just wanted to talk again “ he tried to stay serious even though he wanted to smiled softly 

“i was there so i can tell he was really whipped , anyways if he just wanna talk to you again there might not be any problem “ jin comments calmly as he give one cookie a bite 

Jungkook grabs the older’s phone as he saves Jimin's number on it before handing it back “ there it is !  just message him hyung , no matter what i'm sure he would enjoy going out with you “ the younger smiled softly at him before the bells ring . Jungkook and Seokjin got up as they waved at him before heading to their classrooms , taehyung walk to his classroom as he was considering if he should message jimin 

After classes he was looking for jungkook and jin so they could go home when he saw them making out , he giggled softly as he decided to send a message to jungkook 

                                                                                                                To:♡jungkookie♡ 

 I'm going home , don't worry ;))                   

 i hope you "enjoy " your night                          

  kookie . 

To : taehyungie 🐯

OH FUCK YOU SAW US ?!

I'm sorry hyungie haha and

YES i will enjoy it :)) 

                                                                                                                                                                                    To: ♡jungkookie♡

 Ew, gross i don't wanna know

  that 

To : taehyungie 🐯

Mean :((

Oh yeah , don't forget to message 

Minnie , hyung ! 

See you tomorrow                  

                                                                                                                                                           To:♡jungkookie

Yeah . Don't worry , i will 

See you tomorrow , tell Jin 

hyung not to be too rough

on you i don't wanna hear you

whining all day 

To : taehyungie 🐯

OMG SHUT UP HYUNG 

read at 6.30 

He giggled softly as he headed to the bathroom to take a shower , he changed and laid down on his bed staring at the ceiling wondering if he should message Jimin . He grabs his phone as he sigh 

To : jiminnie-hyung 

 Umm …..jiminnie ? Hi its me 

 Taehyung , jungkookie gave me 

 your number ^^

To : tae- tae 

Oh , hi taehyungie ! Yeah 

Its me jimin :)) 

How are you doing ?      

To : jiminnie hyung 

I'm doing fine and you ?Kookie  

Told me you move back to  seoul

To: tae-tae

Yes i move to seoul 

i really miss korea 

umm well …. i guess jungkookie 

already told you but i wanted to

ask you out 

read at 7.45

Oh fuck , was jimin inviting him to date ?! he never thought his middle school crush ask him out , he could feel his hands trembling as he try to write a coherent answer 

 To: tae-tae

i mean you don't have to

accept if you don't want to 

, taehyungie 

                                   To : jiminnie-hyung

ow , no , really  i want too  

                                                                            To: tae-tae

oh , really ?? 

wanna go out and take lunch

 with me after classes ?

                                                                      To : jiminnie-hyung   

Yeah , its fine for me :)) 

To: tae-tae

okey , i’ll wait for you in the library 

See you tomorrow honey ;) 

 Fuck did jimin just call him honey ?!  he could feel his cheeks blushing at the older’s words as he write his reply 

                                                                                  To : jiminnie-hyung                                                                                                                

 See you tomorrow ,      

  hyung :D

  read at 8.01

He let his phone aside as he stared at the ceiling , he didn't think he had been so excited in his whole life , he tried to sleep but he was just too excited to do that . He was think about the “ date “ ( he wasn't sure to call it a date ) with jimin that he didn't realized he fell asleep 

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He wakes up when he hears his alarm as he turns it off , getting up to choose some clothes he tries to choose some clothes . He ends up wearing some jeans and a hoodie as he walks to the university .

As soon as he arrive he try to look for jungkook in his classroom watching him sitting in the back , he went and sit next to him 

"Someone seems excited ~" Jungkook hummed as he let his phone aside smiling at the older " you message jimin , right ?  Tell me what happened " he mumbled in a excited tone 

"He ask me out and he are gonna have lunch today after classes " he answer with a smile 

Jungkook smile warmly , happy about how happy the older look " you have to tell me about it " he giggled as the teacher enter the classroom 

As the hours pass taehyung was getting more nervous and excited by the end of his classes he walk with jungkook and jin to the library 

"Hyung , calm down i can watch you trembling " he says as he giggle 

" shut up im nervous " he says biting his nails anxiously as they got closer to the library 

" i know but just calm down , everything is gonna be alright " he says in a calm tone as he stop the older from biting his nails 

" well i guess we have go now , good luck with your date taehyung-ah ! " he smile at the younger 

" good luck hyungie , tell me everything after ! " he says as they both leave 

He waits for jimin outside the library , he waits for some minutes and jimin hasn't arrived yet . Did he plant him ? No jimin wasn't like that …… or that what was he hope 

Some he hear some loud footsteps and someone touch his arm 

" taehyungie ? Oh my god i'm sorry for keeping you waiting " he says as he tries to catch his break , since he obviously had runs to there but his voice sound guilty

"Don't worry jiminnie , i didn't wait that long " he answer smiling as calming as he could as they started to head to a restaurant nearby 

" you change a bit since the last time i saw you " jimin mumbled , taehyung's smile drops a bit , he knew the older was referring to his weight and he had expected a comment about it 

" yeah i know i used to be kinda chubby at middle school , now im properly chub- " before he could finish his sentence , he was cut back by the older

" you are even cuter now ~ and you look more mature now , you are really handsome taehyung - ah " he says smiling fondling at him 

He wasn't expecting the older's words and he couldn't hide his noticeable blush in his chubby cheeks 

"Ow i-i thank you .. you are even more handsome than the last time i saw you , i mean you were handsome back there too " he wished he could flirt as good as jimin did , but he saw a small smile in the older's face 

"Aish you are cute " he mumbled as they enter to the restaurant 

The restaurant look nice and cozy , taehyung couldn't believe he had never came there before 

"This place is so nice , jimin ~ " he mumbled softly as they sit down on a table at the back of it 

" i had came here sometimes , i thought you might like it " he smiled softly 

They talk about their lives in this year until the waiter arrives asking them if they were ready to order jimin order kinda fast since he had come there before but taehyung was struggling to choose 

"Want me to help you choose something ? " jimin mumbles softly as he feels him squeezing his hand under the table 

He nodded at him and jimin choose something for him from the menú 

"W-what did you chose ? " he ask curious about what the older order for him 

" i remember you really like spaghetti back in middle school so i order you some ,thats ok for you ? " he ask the last part in a worried tone 

" yeah , i still like pasta so much" he giggles softly 

There was a small silence , it was comfortable for both of them , until jimin had the encourage to break itn

" well the reason why i wanted to ask you out was because i wanted to tell you something …. " the confidence in the older's voice was gone now which made taehyung a bit nervous 

" you need to tell me something ? Oh then go ahead , i'm listening " he smiled softly at him trying to hide his nervousness 

" Okay look , I have liked you for a while now , I could tell you before I move out but I really need to tell you this , Jungkook told me a bit of your bad relationships experiences but c-can you give me a chance taehyung ? If you don't want to then that's ok , we can still be friends right ? "  he feel the older calm down after he finish talking watching him expectantly for an answer 

" wow , are you dumb ? I like you since middle school and i was so obvious that i just thought you didn't like me back " he answer giggling softly making jimin laugh too " and yes i wanna give you a chance " he smiled softly at him 

" fuck thank you so much taehyungie ! " he days with a big smile they talk for a bit before the food arrives 

The waiters place a salad for the older and a huge plate of spaghetti for him , it was bigger than his normal portion of food as he gulp down before he takes a bite of his food , his eyes widened at the amazing taste of it , he hear jimin laughing softly as he give him a glance 

" it tastes good doest it ? Looks like you like it " he says softly as he eat some of his food   

“it tastes so good !” They talk about university and Taehyung talks about his life in seoul until now . They were having a really good time. Taehyung didn't realize he had finished the huge plate of pasta , his cheeks blushed madly as he gave his tummy a glance just realizing how full he felt . The waistband of his jeans were digging painfully into his bloated tummy as he tries to rub his tummy through the pocket of his hoodie try to hold back the urge of burping 

He watch the older’s plate realizing he still had half of his salad there making him blushed at how fast he had finish his food , the older look at him and then at his plate smiling softly at him 

“wanna order some dessert ? there some tasty cakes here , jungkook told me you really like sweet thing “ he giggled softly as he saw taehyung blushed a bit 

“I'm kinda full , hyung … i don't think i can finish it ” he mumbled softly as he rub his tummy softly 

“oh come on you should taste some dessert , if you can finish it then you can take it home , there no problem “ he answer smiling softly at him 

Even to he feel really full , the cake sound tempting , he was really full but he sure can fit some cake there 

“umm okay , some cake sounds good “ he smiled softly at him as he try to choose between all of the good-looking cakes  

“you should choose this one “ the older point at a chocolate cake that look really taste at the pic in the menú “ i think you might like it “ 

he nodded softly “ then i wanna order that one “ he smiled as the older order the cake for him  

After some minutes of waiting , a waiter place a whole cake making taehyung’s eyes widen 

“hyung i think this is a bit too much for me … would you like some ? “ he mumbled as he stared at the tasty chocolate cake 

“i don't like sweet things that much , you don't have to finish it all . Just treat yourself ,cutie “ he giggled softly as he saw taehyung cheeks blush madly 

Taehyung started to dig into the cake , it was the best cake he had ever eaten . They continue talking when his tummy started to hurt a bit , he look down at his plate realizing he had eaten only the half of the cake 

He pressed his fingers against his bloated tummy , feeling how hard it was . He unbuttoned his jeans as discreet as I could , he was glad that he decided to wear a hoodie so it wouldn't be so obvious but what taehyung didn’t know was that jimin was watching him with a small smirk 

“oh , you are almost done with your cake , taehyungie ?   “ he ask the younger with a small smile as he take a sip of his drink 

“ u-uh yeah ….. im really full to be honest , i don't know if i might finish it “ he mumbled as rubs his stuffed tummy 

“ ow i know you can do it taehyungie , you can finish it and be a good boy for hyung , right ?~" he mumbled softly making taehyung shiver softly 

good boy ? he like how that sound coming from jimin’s mouth 

he nodded softly as his cheeks blushed when the older smiled warmly at him . He started to shove some bites of the cake eagerly into his mouth , soon in the place was only left a small part of the cake 

“want me to help you , baby ? “ Taehyung blushed madly as he nodded softly , Jimin got closer to Taehyung grabbing a spoon of cake and feeding him . After some bites he finally finish the cake and he feel like was gonna pop  

Jimin smiled softly at him , giving his tummy some pats before he called the waiter and paid for their meal .

“are you ready to leave ? “ he ask softly as he saw taehyung rubbing his tummy softly , he place one of his hands on the younger’s tummy looking at him for permission when taehyung nodded he started to rubs his tummy 

“ y-yes we can lea-” he was cut back by a blech when the older rubbed circles in the hardest part of taehyung’s tummy concentrating the pressure there , he covered his mouth as his cheeks blushed madly “oh my god , excuse me i'm really full “ 

“don't worry taehyung , it's ok “ he smiled warmly at him as he helped the younger getting up from his site making taehyung whined at how heavy his tummy was . He take taehyung back to his flat , promising that he will take him out to eat more often 

maybe he could get use to it  

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After some months dating Taehyung was more happy and heavier , Jimin always made sure he was well-feed . He would buy him his favorite food and a lot of desserts everytime they would go out 

Jimin ask him to move in with him when they had been dating for 6 months , taehyung excitedly accepted and living with jimin just helped his weight gain , he used to have all the kitchen stoked with greasy food and a lot of sweets , taehyung was a bit shy at the begging to grab anything from there but jimin say he could eat us much as he wanted and it soon became a routine . 

“tae-tae im home ~ “ jimin shouted as he head to their living room finding taehyung lying there around a lot of wrappers and the younger eating a tub of ice cream as he watch some drama in the tv 

“uhm , hi hyungie “ he mumbled softly as he smiled softly at him before he shove some more ice cream into his mouth 

“looks like someone already had dinner  ~ “ he teased the younger as he watched taehyung cheeks blushed madly 

“ i was craving something sweet , i couldn't help it “ he giggled softly as he let out a loud belch “ can you feed me the rest of the ice cream please ? “ he mumbled softly as jimin sit beside him 

“fuck you are so gassy now ~ “ he giggled softly as he grabbed the icecream tub “ mhm you are so lazy to finish it by your own , mhm ? “ he shove a spoonful of ice cream into taehyung’s mouth

he whined softly before he shawlow the ice cream “don't tease me ~  just continue feeding me the ice cream “ he mumbled softly 

he continue feeding the rest of the ice cream to the younger until he finish it all as taehyung was whining while jimin rubbed the younger’s , digging his fingers into the hard swell in taehyung’s tummy making him belch loudly 

“fuck continue rubbing it , please~  “ he whined softly as the older giggled softly 

" uhm you like it when i do it ,right ?~ " he mumbled softly as he continue rubbing the younger's tummy 

He moaned softly when the older pinching some of the soft fat in his underbelly making his cheeks heat up 

After the pressure in his tummy was ease , jimin got up and clean all the wrappers in the coffee table before sitting next to taehyung again 

" do you wanna see something else on the tv ? Maybe a movie ? " he ask as he place his small on taehyung's plush waist rubbing his thumb back and forth 

He nodded softly " yeah a movie , sounds good " he mumbled , snuggling closer to the older

They watched the film cuddling each other until taehyung decided to talk 

"Hyungie ? " he heard jimin hummed quietly "Would you be okay if i wanted to gain more weight ? "  he mumbled in a nervous tone as he bite his bottom lip softly 

Jimin paused the movie before turning to taehyung. " tae-tae its it obvious that I'm more than ok with it ? It's your body after all plus you will look so cute if you got even chubbier ~ " he giggled softly before pecking the younger's lips  

His eyes widen in surprise before he hugs the older tightly " how about we make a goal ? How about 250 ? " he mumbled as his cheeks blushed lightly 

He nodded softly " mhm if you wanna reach that goal , then you should start eating more ~ " he smirked softly at taehyung 

"You should feed me more then ~ " he teased the older with a small grin 

"Mhm i gladly will , honey " jimin answer before he pull the younger closer for a kiss 

[anythingandeverything1d]

You or Him.

Your heart was pounding so loud you could hear it in your ears. You quietly opened the front door, sliding inside and immediately against the wall. You held a small nerf gun with only one bullet in your hand and you listened carefully for Harry’s voice. He should be just about done with his conference call. From what you could tell, his voice was coming from the living room- kitchen area. You crawled the last bit of hallway, getting down on your knees and peaking around the corner. Harry stood in the kitchen, his back was to you and phone to his ear. He was leaning against the counter nodding his head and agreeing with whoever was on the other line. You crawled to the island and waited for him to hang up the phone. 1:30pm, just like clockwork. Harry sighed after hanging up, running his hands through his hair. He was shirtless, dressed in his thin grey athletic shorts. You held the gun to your chest and tried not to laugh at how perfectly your plan was working out. Harry walked past the island and you jumped up and shot. The foam bullet hit him in the middle of his back. “Gotcha!” you yelled with a huge smirk on your face. 

Harry turned and shook his head laughing. He ran at you and wrapped you tightly in his arms, placing a warm and gentle kiss on the top of your head. He had always been very forward with his touchiness and it was something you looked forward to and loved. When the two of you were together he was almost always touching you, holding your hand, or finding some way to be extra close to you. You hugged him back, breathing in his familiar cologne, your nose pressed firmly against his chest and butterflies in your stomach. “I haven't seen you in ages and the first thing you think of doing is shooting me with a nerf gun.” he laughed and took a step back. “I fucking love you (y/n).”

You laughed along with him, the butterflies flying up at his words. “I love you to H.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and walked you into the living room. It felt good to be back, to be around Harry. The two of you had been friends for almost 6 years. You met through your mutual friend, his now ex bandmate, Louis, all those years ago. You had been there through everything with the two of them, Zayn leaving, their first concert without him, and their last concert all together as a band. In fact, you had been sitting front row of that one and afterwards you had hugged the two crying boys until everything had seemed okay. You had stayed more in touch with Harry over the years since Louis had been busy with his family, El, and Freddie, but of course you had checked in on Louis as well from time to time. You had celebrated and supported Harry’s first album, both the completion and release, along with his first solo interviews and his big acting break in Dunkirk. All of the late night phone calls about forgetting what to do and being nervous he wasn't good enough, you had been there for each and every one, waking up at 3:30 am to take the call even when you had classes at 8am the following morning. You had also supported him when he left for his big solo tour, even though it had killed a part of you to watch him leave. He had been away for the last year or so now and while you had been front row at a couple of his shows, you hadn't seen him in almost 6 months. Now that he was home, you wanted nothing more than to be around him every minute of every day, starting right now. “So do tell me, how was traveling the world?”

“Well it was amazing, but it lacked a little something.”

“Oh yeah what's that?”

“Something smallish...cute...sassy...”

“Louis Tomlinson,” you joked.

Harry laughed and shook his head, rolling his eyes at you. His fingers trailed along yours distractedly before slipping between yours and squeezing your hand gently. “You.”

You smiled and leaned your head against his shoulder. “I wish I could’ve been there for more. I really missed you Harry.” You snuggled against his chest and he tightened his grip around you. “I am really really proud of you though. Like seriously, so proud Haz” your heart swelled just thinking about it. You really were so proud of him and everything he had worked so hard to accomplish. 

“I missed you too and I know.” He smiled and looked down at you. “Tell me about your life, what’s new with you?” His free hand pulled your legs across his so that you were basically sitting in his lap. You looked into his green eyes and bit your lip as he waited for your life update.

You sighed and looked away. This was the part you had been dreading. Last month you had started dating this new guy. He was okay, you weren't exactly sure how your emotions leveled out with him or even if you wanted to be with him at all, but you had still been dreading this day from the time he had asked you out. Harry never took well to you having a boyfriend. In fact he had stopped talking to you for almost a month last time you started dating someone simply because he thought you could do better. It wasn't just his fault though, you didnt take well to him dating someone either. You and Harry had a special relationship. The two of you had been best friends for so long, you never really wanted to cross the line and risk the incredible thing you already had. Plus before when you had both considered dating, you had Louis to worry about. Now it just seemed like the time had gone. The two of you had agreed to just be friends and you had shoved any feelings for Harry down so deep they rarely showed. Of course, sometimes they did. Sometimes you saw headlines of Harry with another girl and it made you physically ill from the fact that you weren't the one with him. Sometimes you got mad that he had chosen a stuck up model to date. And sometimes you just got upset that his attention wasn't on you. It was a weird situation to be in. Harry nudged you, breaking your train of thoughts. “Well, work is boring as ever.” you smiled and rolled your eyes. “My boss still sucks and treats me like I am just some clueless unimportant woman but thats nothing new really.” Harry frowned. The thought of a man not treating you well always upset him, especially the thought of your boss treating you unfairly. “I uh-I also starteddatingsomeone..” you mumbled quickly. 

Harry’s body froze. His arms literally stiffened and you anxiously looked into his eyes, waiting for the outburst he typically had. “Oh.” he grumbled. “Thats nice.”

“Mhm.” you waited for more but Harry just sat there. “I think you might like this one..” you lied.

Harry just nodded. “Maybe.” You trailed your finger up and down his arm, waiting for him to continue on. He eventually lightened up and sighed. “So how’d you meet him?”

“I met him through a friend actually. A friend from school.”

“Oh. Mutual friends always make great relationships...”

“Harry please don't act weird.” you groaned, touching your nose to his cheek.

“I’m not.” he defensively said. 

“You are. You always act like this.”

“How do you want me to act (y/n)?” he practically growled. Tears formed in your eyes and you moved as far back as you could without falling off his lap. Harry saw your expression and stopped, his head dropped and he sighed. “I’m sorry. If you’re happy, I’m happy.” he said faking a smile. “How long-uh how long have the two of you been dating?”

“Not too long, maybe a month now?” you answered. Harry just nodded. “I want you to meet him.”

“Oh.” 

“Harry please. He's my boyfriend and you're- you're, well you're my best friend.” you said best friend with a certain tone and Harry didn’t seem to like it. “I just want the two of you to like each other. Your opinion matters to me.” It wasn't a lie. You valued Harry’s opinion more than anything. He told you how it was all of the time and that wasn't an exclusion with boys. Most of the time Harry was right about them even though you had always hoped deep down he said what he did because he had buried the same feelings you had. 

“Fine.” he grumbled. “But only because I want to make sure the guy is right for you.” 

You smiled and kissed his cheek as a thank you. It earned a small smile from Harry, but not his typical smile that made your knees shake. “Dinner tonight? We could make it the official start to Friday movie nights.”

“So now we are including him in Friday movie night?” Harry pushed you off his lap to stand up and pace in front of the couch.

“No. No Harry.” You grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down to you. “Friday movies are OUR thing. I just want you to meet him at dinner and then when he leaves it can be you and I. Just like normal.”

Harry relaxed a little bit after hearing that and you let the breath you didn't realize you had been holding out in relief. “Fine.”

You stood up, hugged him tightly and smiled. “Dinner at 6:00. Don’t even think about being late Harry.”

“When am I ever late to something that involves you?” he asked with a grin.

“I just wanted to make myself clear.” you laughed while shaking your head and walking to the door. You blew him a kiss and grinned. “See you tonight.”

He caught the kiss and placed it on his heart. “7:00 right?” he teased with a deep laugh. You gave him a look and he laughed harder. “I’m kidding. I’ll see you later.”

You got home and anxiously prepped dinner. You made one of Harry’s favorites, spaghetti and meat balls with garlic bread. It was something easy and Harry always said that he loved the dinner because of the face you had once paired it with lady and the tramp. That was what had started your tradition for Friday monthly movie nights. You set the table when the doorbell went off. You walked over and opened it. Your boyfriend had a rose in his hand and a smile on his face. “Hey you.” He handed you the rose and walked in. “It smells amazing in here. I’m really excited for dinner.”

“I am too. I’m excited for you to meet Harry.”

“Where is he?”

You looked at the clock and rolled your eyes. It was 6:05, and just like Harry had promised he wouldn't do, he was late. Normally Harry arrived promptly an hour early to movie night, just because he was so excited to spend time with you. You heart ached a little knowing he wasn't excited like normal but you also knew that your boyfriend intruding in dinner had set him off. Harry walked in a minute or so later. He had a bouquet of flowers, all of your favorite flowers to be exact. He walked over with a big grin on his face. “Hey beautiful.” he half hugged you holding the flowers. He hand them over and you smiled. He placed a kiss on your head and grinned. “Those are your favorites right?”

“Yeah, they are beautiful Haz. Thank you.” You carried the flowers to the kitchen to put them in a vase and Harry followed, trailing closely behind you. 

“Dinner smells amazing. You know how much I appreciate your spaghetti.” He winked and you grinned shaking your head in response. Your boyfriend walked over and cleared his throat, reminding you he was also here. Harry glared at him, his hand firmly holding yours. 

“Harry..” you removed your hand from his and stood between them. “This is my boyfriend.” Your boyfriend stuck his hand out and Harry just looked at it until you gave him the look. Harry reluctantly shook it and rolled his eyes. Harry was about to say something but luckily the timer went off and you pulled the bread out. 

“Lets eat.” you said carrying it to the table. Harry sat next across from you and your boyfriend at the table. He kept kicking your feet, playing games like he normally would while eating mouthfuls of spaghetti. Your boyfriend kept looking between you two with an unreadable expression. Harry didn't say a word to him the entire meal and you were a little annoyed he wasn't trying to get to know him. 

Towards the end of the meal your boyfriend had finished his plate. He leaned over and kissed you, his lips locking on yours. “That was delicious. Thanks for cooking baby.”

Harry actually choked on the bite of bread he had taken. He watched your boyfriend closely, his eyes full of anger. “I think I’m done.” he pushed his plate forward and leaned back in his chair.

“You never finish without eating at least another helping of spaghetti, let alone not finishing your plate.” You commented.

“I’m feeling a little ill.” he glared at your boyfriend.

“If you're sick you should probably go home..” your boyfriend countered.

You almost spit out your bite of food. You had never seen him jealous before but he looked like he wanted to hurt Harry. “You know-”

“Actually (y/n) and I have a movie night planned tonight. I wouldn't miss that for anything.” Harry crossed his arms and watched, waiting for a response.

Your boyfriend looked over, his mouth dropping. You shrugged your shoulders in response. You didn't mention the movie night to him because you hadn't wanted him insisting on staying. He had been trying to sleep with you for weeks now, but you just weren't feeling it. You had also wanted to be alone with Harry during movie night but theres no way you would ever admit that to either of them. “Can we talk?” he asked looking at you suddenly. You nodded your head and allowed him to pull you into your bedroom. “What the hell?”

“What?” you asked, placing innocent.

“Were you just not going to mention a movie night?”

“I didn’t see it as an important detail. Harry and I always have movie nights once a month on Friday. He’s been gone so of course we are going to have one now that he's back.”

“So I’m not included because?”

“Because...because...” you stumbled. You knew this question had been coming but you weren't ready to answer it. “Harry’s my best friend. I haven't seen him in  literally forever. I just wanted it to be us tonight.”

“You need to choose.”

“Excuse me?”

“Its either me or him.”

“Why?”

“Because. The way you look at him, the way you interact with him. It’s like you're both in love with each other. He’s been back one day and he's already taken priority over our relationship. It’s me or it's him. You cant have both.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

You looked at him, mouth open. He was seriously asking you to choose between him and Harry. You laughed angrily and shook your head. “This is ridiculous.”

“It is. But it's still happening. Me or him (y/n). Who's it going to be?”

You didn't even think before answering. “Harry. It will always be Harry.”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and walked out without another glance. You followed him to the kitchen and watched him leave without another word. Harry looked back at you confused. You had tears in your eyes and you didn't quite know why. Harry rushed to your side, pulling your arms out and examining them. “Did he hurt you? What happened?” You pushed him off and wiped your eyes.

“He said I needed to choose.”

“Choose?”

“You or him.”

Harry laughed until he realized you were serious. He stopped and looked at you suddenly afraid you weren't going to choose him. He saw the tears in your eyes and he took a step back. You were crying more now because he was moving away, but you reached out for his hand. Harry reluctantly let you grab it, and he pulled you into his arms, rubbing small circles in your back while you cried. “Shh don't cry (y/n).... I get it. You need to pick him. It’s fine. Don't worry about-”

“Pick him?!” you stepped away, snot falling from your nose. “Harry are you kidding me?” You were still crying and Harry was confused. “I picked you. I’ll always pick you. I love you don't you get it.” 

You were crying harder now, your once buried feelings for Harry surfacing. Harry stepped closer and without a word or second thought, pressed his lips into yours. You froze. He didn't give up. He bit down on your lower lip, gently tugging. He patiently waited for you his lips rolling against yours. Your mouth opened and his tongue went inside, sliding off of yours. He kissed you like it was the one and only kiss he would ever get. His arms tightened around your waist, picking you up and placing you on the edge of the counter. You tangled your hands in his hair, while his hands dug into your thighs. You groaned into the kiss and he smirked against your lips. His body rested between your legs as he kissed you. He kissed down your neck, sucking and biting the tender skin below your ear. He smiled and ran his finger along the swollen red mark he left before returning his lips to yours. When he finally pulled away you were both gasping for air, your forehead against his shoulder, his breath falling down the back of your neck while he rested his head against yours. “I love you. I’ve loved you for 5 years and I’m done wasting time.” You smiled and wiped your eyes while crying more. He let you use his shirt to wipe your face and then carried you to the couch where he snuggled you into a blanket and held you on his lap. The two of you were so content, you could have cared less that the tv wasn't on and your movie wasn't playing. You had Harry and as long as you had him, everything else would work itself out just fine.

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Just a small little blurb. Enjoy. xoxo

[ladybugsfanfics]

Shut Up And Kiss Me [13/?] | Tom Hiddleston

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

WC: 4.1k

Warnings: pining, angst, sex implications

Summary: You and Professor Hiddleston have been colleagues for many years now, and through those years the hatred for each other has only grown. Now, as a new school year starts, you’re being told that you have to share a classroom or a class. Neither are happy about the outcome, but knowing you’ll never come to an agreement, you let the class choose for you. Team-teaching is rare in 2019, but it is a lot harder to do when you can’t stand the person you’re doing it with.

A/N: i wished i could have posted this earlier, but that didnt happen. Christmas themes even though christmas is over, but who cares?? here you go anyways and i hope you enjoy ^_^

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There had been many things to take out of the week and a half after your confession to Tom, but the biggest thing you take out of it is how nice it was to get back into familiar territory. Bickering with Tom had been a pastime you had forgotten about and it had welled a warm feeling in your gut. 

If there’s one thing you now know to keep doing, it’s creating small, friendly fights with Tom. Just for the sake of it. 

Now that the trip to Scotland is over, you’re back to your regular schedule, which also happens to mean no Chris. Despite having spent the entire time together―even going on what you’d like to call an actual date―you hadn't gotten any closer to figure out what the relationship actually was. Is. 

You guess you’re friends who occasionally see each other and when you do, fuck and act like a normal couple. But sure about that, you never will be unless you talk to him. Seeing as you don’t talk that much otherwise, you guess it shouldn’t be a big deal to just try and not think about the small amount of feelings that have been boiling within you for the American. 

Yet―and this is something you’re mind doesn’t seem to let go off―something is still swirling inside you and leaning towards someone else. You need advice, and you need it from someone that doesn’t know anything about your life in any other sense than the fact that you’re a professor. 

So, who’s better to ask than the class of Creative Writing you’re teaching alone because you and Tom never actually agreed to teach together again and the man had laid plans for the day seeing as you’d agreed it was your turn. 

The classroom is filling up with the students, none them surprised at the lack of their second teacher. However, you can hear some of them whisper about when you’ll start to teach together again. 

“Hi,” you say, feeling remarkably awkward for the first time standing in front of a bunch of students (usually, you get energy from it). “It’ll only be me today, but Professor Hiddleston will be back here with me on Thursday. It’s been a little weird these past few weeks, hasn’t it?” 

They nod in agreement, a few murmurs passing through that you hear as ‘about time’. It’s only been two weeks, and three of four classes. The last one neither you nor Tom could be there as you were in Scotland. 

At the thought, a hand raises. You nod in its direction. “How was Scotland?”

You nod. “It was okay. Very informative and all around a good conference. It’s always nice to meet other professors and get the chance to share teaching techniques and some stories here and there.” 

And that is what makes the first half hour about Scotland and what happened. They ask about techniques you’re thinking of trying out, of professors you met (some they had heard of from friends at other universities), and they ask whether you and Tom made up. Apparently, they had all sensed something was wrong. 

Eventually, you decide that it’s time to start something more productive. “Okay, last question.” You nod in the direction of the boy on the front row. “Mr. Holland?”

The boy lets his hand fall to his side. “Are you and Professor Hiddleston, you know, getting to know each other?” 

You’re not sure if the question hit your heart and that that’s the reason for the pain, or if an actual knife is stuck in your gut. You swallow the lump in your throat. “I really hope you’re not insinuating what I think you are.”

“He is,” pipes from the back row.

“And to be honest, we’re all wondering,” comes another input. 

You sigh. “Really?”

An agreed murmur of ‘you look cute together’, ‘there’s a definite chance you like each other’, and one voice saying ‘he’s in love with you’. You’re not sure either of those are correct, but you can’t help but indulge. 

“Okay, if you have this insight, please tell me what to do.” You gaze over the thirty pairs of eyes looking back at you. “Because I’ve been kind of seeing this other professor―no he doesn’t work here, and he’s American―but we haven’t seen much of each other and when we do we don’t talk and it doesn’t feel like a relationship.”

“Do you like him?” asks one of the girls on the front row, Miss Wright. 

You shrug. “How do I know?” 

“You get tingly, like you have butterflies in your stomach.” “And whenever you touch you get all warm.” “And it feels like your heart is squeezing, pounding, as if you have no control over it. Though that can be for panic attacks and the like as well.” 

Something dings inside your head. That lightbulb that comes over characters heads in cartoons comes over yours. It’s like the puzzle pieces fall into place. 

Oh.

Oh no. 

Oh, fuck!

And based on the question marks and frowns on your students faces, they saw that revelation, too. 

Mr. Holland is the one to ask, “so you like the other professor?”

You try for a smile. “What about we rather go to the actual contents of this class? There are, after all, things we should do.”

No one tries to pry the answer from you, and you try to forget it yourself to. But the fact is right there, even though you’ve been trying to drown the fact since you’d kissed him in that bar. 

You’ve been trying to drown the fact that you are in love with Tom Hiddleston, and that there’s no turning back from it now. And despite your mouth going in a different direction and talking about the contents of the class, all your mind can do is ask whether or not the student who said ‘he’s in love with you’ is right or not. 

---

It’s been forever since you last really went to a party. Usually, the Christmas parties aren’t that much fun. There’s some alcohol in the picture, but no one drinks too much and mostly it’s conversations flowing here and there. 

However, Alisha had said they made a playlist and hooked it up to the speakers in the gym. You arrive later than most who decide to go, having to work up the courage (and the percent of alcohol circling in your blood). 

Music blasts from the speakers. Christmas music it’s possible to dance to. Being awkward has its perks, as you stand by the side and wait it out before actually going onto the dance floor. 

Standing by the bleachers you notice a couple of familiar faces on the floor. Sophie and Benedict dance together rather cutely, and you smile at the sight of the two of them. To their right you see Tom. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight. 

Tom moves with the rhythm. His whole body into it. He shuffles his feet, he moves his hips and it has your gut drop every inch. Especially knowing he does it with no alcohol in his blood―he’s driving. To be honest, you’re not exactly sure what move he makes, but the way his hips move with the music has you bite your lower lip and take a deep breath. It tickles in your stomach and you lick your lips, eyes trained on his form. 

You try to shake off some of the feeling. After admitting to yourself that you do like him, watching him do stuff has become harder than before. Those few churns have grown into buttloads, and what used to be a dream here and there where you argued and kissed, has become a daily thing. At least, you wish you aren’t obvious, but, judging by Benedict’s continuous knowing glances, you are. 

And then your eyes lock. Tom smiles your way, continuing to dance, but he moves closer whilst doing so. He doesn’t fully stop, but he moves differently now that he’s close. “Join,” he says, his voice breathless and with a smile so blinding you struggle breathing. 

You shake your head. “No, I can’t… I… I don’t―”

“Nonsense,” he cuts you off and takes your hand. “You’re probably great.” He drags you out to the dance floor, where you catch Benedict looking at you and subtly giving you a thumbs up. You roll your eyes, but smile his way nonetheless before returning your attention to Tom, who’s dragging you into the middle of the floor. 

The song changes as you end there, and because you are so lucky, it plays On Christmas Morning by Michael McDonald. Tom only smiles at the change of pace, and instead of letting go of your hand, drags you closer and wraps his other around your waist. 

Everything burns at the closeness, and you look down as your feet start moving. Both to actually see where your feet go (couple’s dances are hard), but also to hide the blush on your cheeks from Tom. 

You let him lead you, swaying back and forth with grace. He lets you out to spin you―which is a huge surprise―and when you get back in his arms, he lets out a laugh and you meet his gaze. His eyes shine and you smile, letting the song carry your feet on the floor. You let the feeling of him so close envelop you. The way his hand in yours burns with intensity because skin on skin contact is almost too much to bear, almost. The way he smiles down at you, eyes locked on yours. The way his hand steadies you at your waist and how the one you have on his shoulder is so close to his hairline, his face. It would only take one move and you would cup it.

But the songs ends before your full fantasies play out and changes into another fast paced one. He lets go and changes everything about his stance to fit the new rhythm. Watching him do it, so casually you know it’s the song that chooses the dance for him and not who he dances with, has your heart drop. One of the strings attaching it to its place breaks, others are close. 

You can’t let it show, and follow his moves. You both dance to the song, flowing with the rhythm, but with every move he does that has your gut churn with ripples at how amazing he is, your heart loses a piece of itself and that same churn feels like a knife ripping your gut open. Nevertheless, you smile and laugh. You enjoy the time spent with him, how he keeps glancing at you. It is hard not to notice the glance he sends others, too, but you try your best to ignore it. 

As much as you try to ignore the gunshot to your gut spilling your intestines out and ripping you apart from the inside, you can’t. Everything about him just screams at you, and it hurts more than you ever thought possible. 

 ---

Your dress itched. It was the third time you were going to the restroom to fix it, to try and make the problem go away, but probably, yet again, to no avail. The route you take lead you past your office, and seeing as you were there, you decided to try and fix it in there instead. 

As carefully as you could, you closed the door behind you after opening it and sneaking inside. The lightswitch turned, filled the room with light, and before you did anything, you closed the blinds. 

And finally, you got to drag down the zipper of your dress. You let out a sigh of relief as the slight itch passed and sank down to rest on your desk. 

It was in that bliss you heard it, in that moment of silence, that a knock came from the wall next to you. It was followed by voices, loud, quiet, a little hushed voices, but you heard one better than the others. 

Recognizable in every way, you listened as Tom spoke. “I have a surprise, but you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

The reply was only a murmur. Whether of agreement or not, you couldn’t be sure. 

“It’s… I don’t know how to explain this, but I like someone.” 

Fuck. You pressed your lips together, and tried not to think too hard about the ache in your heart. 

“I have a plan… ish. And for that, I need your help.”

You shook your head. Better leave before you heard more. It wasn’t like what you’d heard wasn’t enough to tear apart the last hint of feelings you’d had. As long as he was happy, right?

 ---

“I’m going to go get something to drink,” you tell Tom, and he nods and turns to dance next to Sophie and Benedict. Weaving through the crowd, you finally find the drinks. One alcoholic beverage coming right up, because you aren’t sure you’ll survive the night without it. 

You take a big sip, emptying half the can, and turn around. Leaning against the wall next to the table, you watch your colleagues have fun, and you spot Benedict making his way towards you. 

So far, he is the only one you’ve ever told your feelings to. Even back then you’d told him, because he seemed trustworthy. And he was, is. Y/BFF/N had only ever gotten to know how annoying you thought Tom was. 

Benedict leans against the wall next to you. “So,” he asks, “when are you making the move?” 

“Never.” 

“Oh, come on. We both know you want to.” He glances at the crowd, finds the middle where Tom dances with Sophie, big smiles on both their faces. “How much alcohol does it take?”

You scoff. “You really think that’s all it’ll take? Enough alcohol and I’ll make a move?” 

He shrugs. 

“Nope. He’s gotta have some, too. And we both know he’s driving.” You shrug up at Benedict, but it’s hard to hide a smile that comes with knowing you’re right. 

He nods. “Point taken.” And then he turns and grabs more drinks. He hands you a new one, and walks onto the dance floor with the three left in his hand. 

You watch as he gives on to Sophie and Tom. The latter glances your way, and you move your gaze before your eyes lock. God, there’s just something about him. Something that makes you want to hide away the hatred you’ve carried with you for him. 

 ---

The night was coming to and end. It was past midnight, your eyes were drooping, and you knew that taking the bus home would be a nightmare. So, you asked Benedict if he could give you a ride home. 

Only Benedict was getting a ride by Tom. You didn’t believe the guy was capable of driving, based on what you’d seen from the night, but maybe you were wrong. 

But that might have been your only option. So you made your way to the man in charge. Only, to do so, you had to walk outside into the cold night, and you didn’t have your jacket. 

There was no jackets close by, but you didn’t think you’d be out long anyways, so what harm could there be. 

Chills creeped around you as you pushed the door open. Tom stood only a few meters away, leaning against the wall and typing on his phone. You pushed the door open further, making it possible to go all the way out, but in doing so, something wet trickled down your arm. 

As you glanced up, you noticed that the push of the door triggered a bucket prank. As the bucket covered your face, you knew it wasn’t water in the bucket. You took it off, eyes covered in goo, and glared Tom’s way. 

The man looked over at you, eyes wide and mouth agape. 

“You did this?” you asked, voice already layered with accusation. 

Tom pressed his lips together. “It wasn’t meant for you,” he said. However, the press of his lips became recognizable as a stifle for laughter and not nervousness as he tried to suppress the smile forming on his face. 

“Why are you laughing, then?” you asked. 

He nodded. “It looks rather… funny.” 

“Fucking great. You know, I liked this dress,” you told him. “Whatever.” And without even asking if he could drive you home, you stalked back inside. 

Benedict sent you a look as you walked past him, but you just let out a giant sigh, enough to shut him up. 

You managed to dry most of the goo off, but some had come in your dress, and you knew that you’d have to shower as soon as you got home. You also knew, based on the way the goo stuck to your dress, it wouldn’t be saved. 

With as much as you could off, you walked back out to the hallway. By the other wall, stood Tom and Benedict, and despite the anger still in your veins for Tom ruining your dress, you didn’t have a choice but to ask. 

“Can you give me a ride home?” you asked him. 

“Really?” He looked surprised, glancing once at Benedict, who shrugged. 

You nodded. “I’m too drunk to drive, I’m slightly annoyed, and I’m way too tired. Can you? Yes or no?”

“Actually,” he said, “the car is already full. With Sophie and Benedict and Eddie and his wife, there isn’t any more room. Are there no one else you can ask?”

You sighed. “I’ll figure something out.” Great. Just fucking great. You walked away from the two, but not far. Most on their way home would walk by the hallway, and you might be able to catch someone and ask for a ride. Or you’d just have to spend money on a cab, money you didn’t actually have. 

From where you stood, you could still slightly hear Tom and Benedict’s voices. They spoke in hushed tones, glancing around them as if on guard. Though it didn’t seem like they cared whether or not you heard. 

“It’s not like… I don’t know, Benedict. It’s not exactly that easy.” Tom sighed. “I like her, but I can’t… I don’t think there’s anything to go for.”

“I think there is,” replied Benedict. “I believe the cold shoulder is only a precaution. After all, you have a little rumour here.” 

“But how was that prank going to help me?” 

You perked up at the mention of the prank, but you tried not to make it noticable. Glancing over at the two friends, you could see that it didn’t matter anyways. Their attention wasn’t on you. 

“Get her attention,” said Benedict. 

You rolled your eyes. “Dumbass,” you muttered. 

But you didn’t care so much how stupid the prank was. Rather you cared that the why created an ache in your heart, because Tom wanted another woman’s attention, and you cared about the fact that he had ruined your favorite dress (even though it itched) and now you had to use money you didn’t have on a new one before Christmas eve. 

The day had just gone in the opposite direction of what you’d wanted. 

 ---

You’re on your way out of the gym when a hand on your wrist stops you. Looking behind you, the man is Tom. He smiles slightly, but quickly releases your hand. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. 

“Oh, yeah, just a little tired, I guess.” You mirror his smile. “I… It’s been a long week.” And it’s the truth, because it was Tuesday when you admitted to yourself that you like Tom, and now it’s Saturday, and the feelings have been growing more and more intense every day. 

“That’s good.” He nods. “Do you want a ride home earlier? I’m not sure how much more in the mood I am to stay. I know Eddie is driving, I can ask Benedict and Sophie if they could hitch a ride with him?” 

You swallow the lump in your throat. You’d already asked Tom if he was driving, and if you could join his carpool, to which he’d said yes. And he’d told you that Sophie and Benedict were joining, and that’s how the four of you had gotten to the party. However, there was something inside you that really wanted to say yes. Alone time with Tom, being able to get home earlier (it was already ten PM and it’d probably be another half hour until you were actually home), and at home earlier there would be more time to eat ice cream, and drink wine. 

But you can’t ask him to do that. “I… No, you don’t have to. I can take a cab, it’s no problem.” 

It really wasn’t. After you’d had three raises in pay, you could afford a cab if you needed one. Of course, you’d like to be driven home by Tom, but you’d never ask him to, nor expect him to. 

“It’s okay. I’ll ask them.” And he disappears. 

 You stand there looking after him, only to first notice him as he walks back again to you. Your heart hammers in your chest, seeing him in his tight fitting clothes and oh, why does he have to be so good looking? 

“They said it’s alright. Shall we go?” he asks. 

“I just gotta do one thing first. Give me five minutes, ten minutes max.” And this time you disappear, or you hope he doesn’t see you. Because you head for the open bar, grab two bottles of beer and chug both. Not at the same time, but it does feel like it. 

And with that done, and more energy in you instead of the nervousness flowing through your system, you walk back to Tom, ready to let him drive you home. 

Oh, God, what have you done?

When you get back to Tom, you shoot him a brighter smile than you’ve had all evening. “I’m ready now.” Even though the alcohol uses some time to really get into your blood, you can already feel the buzz growing. Maybe you’d had a little too much? Nah, you are still of sound mind. 

You think.

 ---

The car ride is silent. Or as silent as can be with the radio playing Christmas music softly in the background. 

Eventually, and now the alcohol has really set in, Tom pulls up by your apartment complex. He parks the car and actually helps you out, even though you are pretty sure you can walk. 

He insists on walking you up, not sure if you can walk up all the stairs. Protesting doesn’t help, and he hooks your arms together. 

Fuck him and the gentleman he is. Well, your mind saying fuck him and goes to a different place than being mad, and you curse yourself for it. 

But you’re not sober, and it wouldn’t take a lot to actually press your lips to his. It would actually not take a lot at all. A little push, from something, someone. Holy fuck, you have a mistletoe in your doorway. 

You’d hung it there two weeks ago in hopes Chris would visit and you could use it straight away. But he never had come, and now you were tipsy bordering drunk with the man you had fantasized about for about a week on your arm. 

Isn’t life fun?

And then you’re stopping outside your apartment. You fiddle with the keys, enough so that Tom takes them and opens up for you himself. You lean against him, and stop in the doorway. There really is nothing better than a push to make you do it, and Tom is wearing a tie. 

So, you find it rather easy when you’re both standing underneath the mistletoe, and you look up to signal it. You can see the realization in his eyes as his blue eyes come back to meet yours. And God, it’s so easy to pull him close and press your lips to his. 

It’s never been easier to wrap your arms around his neck and press into him, and relish in him pressing back. And it’s so easy to jump into his arms, wrap your legs around his torso and relish in the feel of his hand cupping your ass. 

One moves away to close the door, and you hear the familiar click as it locks. Your heart hammers in your chest, and everything is forgotten as you tell him where your bedroom is. 

To say the least, it’s a way better Christmas Party than the one that had been four years ago.

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[cloviaglade]

What do you think of me?

Summary: Leviathan just wants to spend some time with you but his brothers seem to get in the way. He has to know the answer but will he regret asking?

No warnings mc is gender neutral reader×Leviathan

While you where at school Leviathan could only wait for you to come home. Since all of his classes where online he didnt spend much time at RAD. Sometimes he felt like he was missing out but being able to sleep in after binge watching anime all night was worth it to him.

Leviathan checked the clock on his D.D.D. 3:30, you should be back soon. You total had to check out this new anime he found, I can't believe my otaku boyfriend is really a demon and wants me to join him in hell with all of his brothers . It was so good even a boring normie would love it if they gave it the chance. He made room for you to join him in his room and left the room.

He hid near the entrance trying to think up of an excuse for bumping into you to make it look like he wasn't waiting for you. Not like he was... he totally wasn't. Soon the door creaked open and he saw that you walked home with Beelzebub. He growled. Walking a girl home is a romantic staple in slice of life anime. You soon noticed him and left Beelzebub's side to greet him. "Hey Levi, we are heading to hell's kitchen. Wanna come with? Somebody ate the lunch I packed and owes me." You glared at Beelzebub. Beelzebub chuckled clearly guilty.

"No-no thanks... I got this anime I was planning to watch." Leviathan scratched the back of his neck.

Tomorrow he will try again tomorrow.

This time he picked a better hiding spot one where you won't spot him so easily. You got home a few minutes later than normal this time with Mammon. You where laughing at whatever Mammon was talking about. He heard Mammon ranting but he couldn't make out the words over the sound of his own jealousy. How dare you have fun with that idiot!

Leviathan returned to his room to sulk. To him it seems like his brothers are beating him. He knows if he asked you to watch anime with him while his brothers are present too that they would just make fun of him and you would agree to do so out of pity. He's noticed how you sit when you watch some of his favorite anime. You hunch forward resting you chin in you hand. You barely emote even during the best parts. Clearly you rather be anywhere else.

One last time. Today is the last day before a break in classes. It's a short one but Leviathan has done the math and there is enough time to watch 3 series completely eat 2 meals, get 5 hours of sleep a night and have enough time for a date...if he gets brave enough. He decided to wait a little while after you got home to ask, giving you the chance to change out of your uniform and relax. He tried to play a game to make the time go by faster but it did little to help how excited he was.

Finally it was time. He grabbed the DvD cases and leave to go find you. First he checked your room. He knocked but there was no answer. He decided to check the kitchen next but still no sign of you. He was heading towards the living room when he finally found you.

You where sitting on the couch with a book cracked open in your hand. Leviathan would have had no issue with you reading a boring normie book if it wasnt for the fact Belphegor fell alseep on your sholder. Leviathan didnt know if he wanted to scream or cry. Belphegor of all demons!? He isnt even awake to appreciate how sweet of a moment the two of you are having.

Leviathan turns to leave but bumps into a vase causing it to shatter. You look up from your book and your eyes meet Leviathan's. He looks distraught. He glanced back at the vase and then bolted for his room. Your lucky the sound of the vase breaking woke Belphegor so you wouldn't have to pry him off of you so you could get to Leviathan.

"Levi, are you ok!?" You knocked on his door.

"You dropped one of your DVDs." You said.

"Liar I have them all in here!"

"Oh? Then what is this?" You open the case. The sound of it opening was enough to make Leviathan open his door.

"That's not my DvD." Leviathan looked at the Disney movie case.

"It worked didnt it?" You smirked.

He goes to close the door but you stop it from closing and let yourself in. Leviathan had a spread of snacks placed carefully on a table. Looks like he is about to go on an anime binge again.

"So what are we watching?" You asked as you sat down in your usual spot.

"I-I wasn't planning on you joining me," he lied.

"Then why you got my favorite chips from the human world then?" You smirk as you open the bag.

In the middle of the third episode he pauses the show. You stretch assuming Leviathan needs to use the restroom but instead he turns to you.

"Hey... um... I was wondering what you thought of me?" Leviathan asked.

You wanted to make light of such a question because of course you enjoy spending time with him but he looked so heartbroken.

"Levi..." you reached your hand out towards him and touched his cheek.

"Why are you asking?" You asked him with concern.

"You... you just seem happier when you spend time with my brothers and I think you just hang out with me outta pity," Leviathan said.

"That's not true."

"Levi I enjoy every moment I spend with you. You are very important to me. Just because I spend some time with your brothers doesnt mean I hate spending time with you. In fact I was hoping to spend some time with you during the break." You said with a serious tone making sure he knows.

Leviathan's eyes water a little bit.

"Come here." You said and pulled him into a hug.

He squeezed back tightly. You are more amazing than he could hope for. What did a sad otaku like himself do to deserve you? When he finally let go he scooted away from you processing the fact that you just hugged him for a long time. His cheeks burned and he avoided eye contact.

"Now let's get back to it," you said as you reached for the remote and pressing play. You leaned up against him. Leviathan was so nervous he couldn't focus anymore on the anime. That was fine with him as long as you where the reason why.

[lily-writing-stories]

Hunt : Chapter 2 - Argent

I turned my head toward the door seeing Chris Argent entering the room , and my dad let go of my arm as well.

-Everything ok lily?

-I'm fine , thanks , Come dance with me

I  grabbed his arm and we head to the living room  , joining everyone on the improved dance floor , where they were all slow dancing.

Chris put his hands on my back , while i put mine around his neck. It could seems weird , our proximity , but chris & i had grow closer and closer since Allison's death.

We started to dance , but he kept staring at me for explanation , he knew my relation with my dad wasn't good ,meanwhile , Scott somehow managed to get closer to him and have a as normal as it could be, relation with him, but me , i just couldn't .Seeing that i didn't say anything , Chris rolled his eyes dramatically before leaning to my ear.

- After this dance , i'll grab two drinks and we will go in your room

- That seems indescant

He smiled , knowing i was silly just to hide my emotions and kept dancing  . After that , as said , he grabbed two glasses and we went upstairs without anyone really noticing.

He sat on my bed and i joined him , having a sip of my drink .

- I  dropped off college

he was about to drink as well , but surprised , his hand went back to rest on his knee.

-  Why is that?

I sighed lightly , playing with my fingers .

- it just ... wasn't the right path for me , and honestly , everythig is ... not good in NY , neither college  nor my social life, and i really miss everyone here and this town  as weird as it sounds  after everything that happend ...

He nod slowly, finally getting a sip of his drink before putting back his attention to me.

- i see , well , we missed you too , happy to have you back then i should say

i smiled a little , nodding my head slowly.

- you're nervous to tell your dad .

i nod again , i knew the discussion with my father would turn pretty ugly .

-i'll tell my mom tonight,  while we clean the mess

He smiled , and kissed my forehard , he would always do that to confort me.

When we went back downstairs , my dad saw us , he really didnt liked how close i was to chris , as he told to my mom , feeling like chris was stealing his dad role , even though i told him that i didnt saw chris as a father.

Anyway , i shouldn't think about him tonight.

the party went on for more hours , and everyone started to leave , only left was Scott , Malia , Stiles , my mom and i.

Stiles insisted to help us until everything was perfectly clean. Since everyone was gone , we were able to talk better without being interrupted ,he wanted to know as well what was wrong with me , so instead of telling them one by one about my return , i told them all at once.

Everyone was very enthusiastic about it  ,  happy to have me back , and that stress level dropped . i'll only have to tell my dad now , when i get the courage to go through this talk.

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I was at the hospital to give dinner to my mom , Chris was here as well , he had to get some results for an exam he had last week but the results were good, thanks God .

We were having a nice chat until my dad arrived to give a paper to my mom.I tried to leave but he insist to talk again , to know why i was staying .

Since i didn't wanted to do a scene in the middle of the corridor , i accepted to talk in an empty room .

It wasnt necessary to try to avoid it so i told him all , and oh boy , he didn't looked pleased with my choice.

- you're ruining your life !

-i'm not ! i'll take online classes and i already found a job here

- oh really? where ?

-at Deaton's

-if that's what you want your life to look like

-i dont even consider you as my father , you dont get to tell me how i should live my life after being gone for so long !!

I really was mad and ready to explode even  but Chris opened the room , clearly he heard all or almost.

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I was finishing my hair , and looked at myself in the mirroir , quite satisfied with the result. I turned around towards my door when i heard someone whistle me.A wild smile appeared on my face as i see my twin brother , looking as handsome as ever.

- Wow , you look gorgeous!

He giggled and took my hand to make me spin around and have a better look at my dress .

-Damn , you're gonna make everyone drop their jaws.

-Oh well , i wanted that result just on you , but i'll be fine with everyone

We both laugh and i grabbed him into a tight hug. TBH Scott's hugs were the best , it was the ones that make me feel complete.We soon feel a third person hugging us thightly

-my babies , you're so old , already 25 years old !

-Mom!

she laughed at our faces and kiss both of our cheeks .

-everyone gonna be here in a minute , i'll wait you two downstairs

we nod and she left us alone .I hugged scott , this time a little bit more tight .he put his arms around my shoulders , holding me close an put his chin on my head.

- i love you Scott

He step back to look at me , and grabbed my face with both hands , looking into my eyes.

-I dont know what's wrong with you , you've been acting weird since weeks, and i'll wait for you to be ready to tell me , but tonight , i want you to have fun and enjoy our evening , is that clear young lady ?

-Yes

I smiled to him and hug him one more time before we heard the door ringing and had to go downstairs to start greet our guests.

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It was midnight past 30 , when Lydia announced me , that she had planned a little girls night out and that the boys could go finished their evening too in their side . I looked up at Scott , who shrugged his shoulders .

-why not ? go have fun with the girls, i'm sure the guys and i can found something too

Before i could say anything , the girls grabbed my arms to make me go upstairs.Hayden made me sit on the bed while Lydia bringed a bag from my wardrobe , she probably sneak in to hide that somewhere in the evening. She pulled out a red dress from it .

-Tadaaaa!!!

My eyes went wide at the size of it.

-Lydia ...i think you didn't get my size

-Come on ! I did , don't be so shy , you got to show yourself sometimes .

I wanted to say something , but Malia already had me to get up and took off my dress . Lydia already making me put the other one.

-You guys are insane , slow down , you're getting me dizzy .

-the alcohol made you dizzy

i shake my head at Hayden's comment , and tried to push down a little the dress at my thighs before finding i couldn't .

-No , guys , it's way too short

-look in the mirroir before complaing

Lydia pushed me in front of it , i looked at myself , and i got to say , even if it was pretty short , that dress was pretty flattering on me and it even made my tiny legs looks a little more longer , well , no surprise since it barely cover them , the decollete wasn't too provocative , just a little teasing , actually ...it wasn't that bad , and since i was kinda out of my right mind from the alcohol already , i didn't care much anymore.

-okay , i agree to wear it

-Yaaay , heels now !

I sighed at Lydia's enthusiasm, i put on the heels that i wore for Scott's engagement party last month , if i want to stay  up in those , i better not drink anymore . We all heads downstairs . The guys all stared at me , each one in a different way . Scott was shocked that i agreed to wear that , while Stiles was staring at my body .He smiled and came at me .

-hey girl , how you doing ?

He winked at me and i laughed at his silliness , giving him a hug .

- You're pretty but be careful girls , please , you sure you don't want us to come ?

-Stiles , it's adorable to care , but we're fine

And it's true , i always felt safe with the girls , they had superpowers afterall.Scott make sure again that we didn't need anything , but we refused.

While all the guest were gone ,  my mom , Noah and Chris were still here , in the kitchen to finish cleaning up what we started to clean before. We all head to the kitchen to say bye , and once again , i had all the eyes on me , Chris looked up from his phone , letting it fall on the floor as he saw me , i got to say that Lydia got a pretty good idea this time , not knowing that seeing Chris reacting like that would please me .

-Lily , what ...

My mom didn't finished her sentence that everyone pointed fingers at Lydia .

-i see , well ... be careful girls ...

-yes mom

Noah came to me and hug me , and then looked at his son , i didn't see Stiles's face but i could only imagine him nodding at his father , knowing he'll ask him to watch over us secretly.I then went to hug my mom , and i looked at Chris , not sure what to do , everyone will find it odd if i dont hug him .So i stepped closer to him , he didn't wait for me to get to him , he grabbed me into his arms holding me closer than usual , i could feel his strong arms crushing me but not in a painful way more like ... possessive way. I felt his breath against my ear as he lean more .

- You're incredibly beautiful

My heart did some backflips only with this compliment , he then kissed my cheek and let go of me .I quickly grabbed my purse and wave at my mom before going out , needing the fresh air to calm down the heat going to my cheek.

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Gif; teenwolf--imagines

Hey everybody !

Sorry for the long wait , I hope y'all liked this Chapter 2 of my story !

don't hesitate to give comment and tell me what you think .

The chapter 3 will come soon !

xoxo

Lily

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[starrbomb]

For your langst prompt thing, maybe Lance actually having major depressive disorder and starting to crumble under it. The team starts to notice and confront him. Then as a group they try to help him through it. It's not very original, I know...

honey, it doesnt matter if it’s not very original, its something that you want to see and that is all the reason i ever need to write for you. and as for this prompt, this actually hits quite close to home ( since i myself also have clinical depression and went years without proper treatment) so if you yourself are dealing with this, you aren’t alone darlings.

__________________________________________If anyone ever asked lance when all of it started he could never really pin point it to an exact cause or time in his life.

it’s just always been there.

thinking back on it now, he would say that the excessive amount of anxiety has been with him since first grade. a knot that formed in his stomach and wouldn’t go away, a knot that just seemed to weigh him down and make every movement forward feel like the wrong thing. something in his head telling him that going to school was a bad thing; that something bad was going to happen if he went to school. but when he tried to explain it to his parents, they just told him that it was probbly just a stomachache, that everything was fine.

but that unnamable knot came back every time he got ready to go out somewhere, or whenever he had to do something that he didn’t believe he would succeed in. it always came back and made things seem impossible to do alone; that if he tried something wrong would happen and it would be all his fault.

but he learned how to deal with it; albiet not in the best way, but it was better than being trapped in his own heartrate and short breaths. sometimes he could ignore the feeling, push through it to do mundane things like homework and chores. other times, all he could do to stop an anxiety attack was to just avoid the subject all together.

the depression came into play around high school; making friends was hard and the bullying for his accent and where he came from was even harder, it didnt help that he was pretty much the baby of the family; all of his siblings had already graduated back in cuba so there was no one to keep an eye out for him at school and struggling with both understanding the lessons he was given and the complex language barrier that he still had between himself and everyone else at the school, it all took its toll on him. whenever he came back from school, he woould go straight to his room and collapse on his bed, wishing for sleep to just take him away from all the hateful words and mocking he got from his ‘classmates’ day in and day out. he barely ate, even when it was his mother’s cooking that wafted into his room. he just couldn’t gather the motivation to go out of his room and be apart of the world. not while his bed was so safe and warm and judgement free.

it was after Lance had missed three school days in a row like this that his mother and father had realized just how bad things were for lance. they took him to a psychiatrist to see what was wrong and what they needed to do to get their old Lance back.

and thats when he was diagnosed with major clinical depressive disorder.

his doctors immediately had him start taking anti depressents and anti anxiety medication; switching between this one and that one before they finally found one that worked with him and his body. it was slow going at first, and many times it felt like it wasn’t doing anything at all, but then one day lance was doing his usual chores and realized that it didnt take as much energy as before to do it, he wasn’t wrestling with himself to get things done as much as he used to. he actually felt somewhat…..normal. he felt light.

Lance always made sure to keep some of his AD and AA on him at all times, just in case he had to rush to his classes or accidentally forgot to take them. he didn’t expect to be thrown out into space with just a handful of his medication on him and no one actually knowing about his mental problems. he didn’t expect to be blown up, destroying what little remained of his medications, protecting the one man who could have made him more of them if he had known about them.

but now, here he was in the middle of space with nothing left of his medication, and all he could do was hope that now that he knew what it was like to actually feel happy and carefree and……normal, he wouldn’t be as effected by the sudden stop of his meds. he knew it would take a few days for the medication to completely work out of his system so he took the short amount of time left that he had of feeling normal to make ways for hijm to try and find that normalcy again without the help of his meds.

but soon enough, the dark feelings came back. it was slow at first; taking longer to get ready for training, loosing the energy to go all out during sparring sessions. Lance could tell that the others were picking up on his weird behavior, how he didn’t really contribute to conversations anymore and that he even stopped flirting with the princess. it was as if they were watching their blue paladin slowly die right in front of their eyes; and they had no idea as to why. they all became so worried about their friend that they all met together during one of Lance’s now usual naps.

“ I’m sao worried, what if he’s planning on leaving? what if he just disappears in the middle of the night? what if- what if-” Hunk stammers out, tears threatening to spill as he works himself farther and farther into an anxiety attack. thankfully Pidge takes a hold of his hand and makes him sit down on the sunken couch and does her best to calm him down, “ Hunk, its okay. Lance would never just up and leave us. you know that he still loves us and even if he is acting like this, he cares about us too much to ever just leave……right?” Hunk isnt sure if she was trying to goad him into agreeing or if she was trying to find the answer to calm down her own worries about their friend, but he nods anyways, taking a look back up to his friends as a way of saying that he’s okay.

“maybe it is a bug that has number three acting so out of sorts; like the stomach one that number five got just a few weeks ago!” Coran suggested, getting a few spare chuckles out of Hunk and Shiro. “ while that is a good theory Coran, im not sure that’s what going on with Lance. it doesn’t seem like he’s sick with anything; it’s like the life is being sucked right out of him.” Shiro states, getting a gasp from Allura. all eyes turn to her as she whispers “ What if this is Haggard’s and Zarkon’s doing? what if they are actually draining the life right out of him.” everyone seem to pale at the thought of it, Shiro unconciously gripping the forearm of his artifical limb.

the tense moment is quickly intrupted as Lance runs into the room, sweat staining his undershirt and a terrified look of desperation painting his face.

“Lance?!”

many of the occupants in the room standing as Lance seems to heave a sigh of relief and almost collapses in the doorway, heaving in breath after breath as if he has been running for hours. Thankfully, Coran was close by and caught him from completely falling and helped him slwoly down to the floor, the others immediately rushing to his side.“Lance?”“are you okay?”“what’s wrong?”“are you hurt?”

everyone asking question on top of question at once, not sure what to do to help and yet wanting to do anything to try. once it seemed like lance somewhat caught his breath, he chokes out “sorry- sorry I-” Shiro takes hold of Lance’s hands, getting him to look at him. and Shiro was surprised to see such a sad and scared look in his eyes. “ Lance, you did nothing wrong. you just scared us a little. can you tell us what got you so panicked?” Lance doesn’t seem eager to share, but he manages to squick out “ it’s just me being stupid.” Pidge is the one to speak up this time, squirming her way to being face to face with Lance “ Lance, you aren’t stupid. trust me, I’m the smartest one around and i’m telling you the truth: you. are. not. stupid.” Lance can’t help but let out a breathy chuckle. “ but this part of me is.” Pidge puffs up with irriation and is obviously ready to speak up again, when Lance beats her to it “ i know, i know im not stupid, but this part of my brain makes me think stupid things” lance starts out strong, trying calm down the others, but the more he talks the quieter and timid he becomes, baiting everyone to barely breath so that they can hear every word, “ I thought that it was really quiet and then my anxiety kinda took over and made me start thinking that you all had just left me and that you didn’t care about me and i know that’s stupid; i know that you guys would never do that to me but i couldn’t stop thinking like that and i was getting scared that the stupid voice inside my head was right so i started looking for you guys and i didn’t find you guys anywhere and that just kept feeding my anxiety more and more and that just fueled the depression and i started running everywhere looking for you guys and i’m sorry, I know i’m ranting and stuff but it was just like before back home and i thought i had better control of it but I-” Lance is immediately cut off by Pidge throwing herself into his lap, knocking him out of his spiralling thoughts and back to his surroundings and noticed that all of his friends were on the brink or already crying, he can feel the small wet patch on his undershirt from where Pidge has buried her head into his stomach, clinging to him as if that would be enough to hold him together. man, he really was falling apart at the seams, huh? he thought he had it under control, but instead it caused him to go back into that dark and negative head space all over again.

“lance? do- do you honestly believe that we would-” keith whispers out, not even having enough strength to finish the sentence

“no! no, i know you guys would never abandon me! its just my anxiety and depression making me think stupid things that i know aren’t true and yet it makes things feel like they are. that’s why i said that that part of me is stupid.” Lance stammers out, clutching to Shiro’s hand and Pidge as he explains. “ it’s just been so hard to keep my anxiety and depression under control since i lost my meds.”

“then why didn’t you tell us that you were struggling and needed medinical help? you know we wouldn’t have judged you for needing help.” Keith counters, his sadness and betrayal leeching into his words.

Lance looked down at the ground at the words, knowing that they were true, even if Shiro was getting on Keith for being angery at him because of something that Lance couldn’t control. “i-” he whispers, catching everyone’s attention once again, “ i thought that you guys wouldn’t understand, or that you wouldn’t care. i know that it was just those dark thoughts spreading lies in my head, but they can be really persuasive when they want to be.”

Shiro looks back towards Lance’s hunched over form, unconciously protecting him from the outside world and the ominious what ifs that seem more like mountains to him than the mole hills they truly are.

“Lance….” shiro waits until Lance finally looks up, a look on his face as though he’s bracing for the worst. “ I’m glad that you shared this with us, it must have been really hard to talk about this. im proud of you.”

it was with those words that Lance felt like he was able to take a full breath again. they didn’t hate him for hiding this from them; they weren’t going to leave him. and for the first time in weeks, Lance felt like everything was going to be okay, even if its just for a little bit. and that’s all he could ask for in that moment. everything was going to work itself out.

[sonreiv]

i absolutely despise when ppl paint katsuki as an abuser when horikoshi doesn't even say he's an abuser. Bullying and Abusing has some similar aspects but they are different at the end of it. Katsuki is. a. bully. Izuku recognizes that Katsuki is a jerk and what he did was wrong/bad (and he actually has stated that he hates katsuki, twice) but still sees his strong qualities that make him admire him

(This ask has been sitting in my drafts for the longest time and I thought with the upcoming episodes it was the perfect time to stop procrastinating and finally finish it. Sorry for the wait, nony! I mostly agree with you, but I want to further discuss some points so I hope you don’t mind I got a bit lenghty. You got me an excuse to ramble up some meta haha.)

A TL;DR beforehand: canon analysis supports that Katsuki should not be interpreted as an abuser, but an early bully at most. I also did a little analysis on the early middle school chapter and how it shows BNHA’s society/the peers Deku and Katsuki grew up around set up a bullying enticing enviroment, and how bad translations have us interpret their relationship as more aggravating than it really is - Deku NEVER said he hates Katsuki, for instance. Not once.

I agree that Katsuki is not to be interpreted as an abuser. He does not want to pursue Deku in order to hurt him; instead, he wants to push Deku away from himself. There’s a difference between “I want to possess you, to make you stay around me and hurt you emotionally and physically” - and “I don’t want anything to do with you, go away, don’t interact with me or else”. The first one is abuse. The second one is what Katsuki felt about Deku for most of his life (albeit very simplified). At the times when Katsuki did hurt him - threatening him in middle school, getting out of hand during the heroes vs villains team trial, punching him during the end of the term exam, etc - was because he felt threatened; so his response was to push him away with violence, with an attempt at “teaching” Deku to stay away from his lane.

This is not to defend Katsuki’s actions; this is only a reasoning, not an excuse. His violent behavior towards Deku is still inexcusable. I only want to make clear there’s a difference between “I want to go out of my way to hurt you” and “I will smack you if you push me”, even if his concept of being pushed is distorted to his own experience and it still does not make his violent actions okay. He fears and despises what Deku did at those times: talking to Katsuki as if Katsuki isn’t on the pedestal he grew up believing he was on. This is the core of Katsuki’s feelings. He does not want to abuse Deku. He wanted him to go away, and he WOULD physically/verbally assault him if that meant pushing Deku away from him. And the rest of his threats/aggressive banter is just really how he talks to everyone else.

Even in canon it’s explicitly stated Deku was the one who insisted on following him because of his admiration, and that was what Katsuki couldn’t stand; he wanted him to be away.

And that was way before. The game is changing, and the development of their relationship is one of the core points of the series. Katsuki recognized him as someone who is not allowed to lose, someone worthy of All Might’s trust, and just very slowly started talking to Deku like he does to everyone else.

I also believe that affirming Katsuki would be an abuser in a romantic relationship with Deku misses the point if the person is okay with it if it’s a friendship/platonic relationship, or if they ship Katsuki with other people. Someone who is abusive does not isolate their behavior to one single person, nor does abuse happen only in romantic relationships. Abusive friendships exist. If one thinks katsudeku is okay as long as it’s platonic, if they believe in their growth and healing enough to believe they can start and share a healthy friendship, then the same should be applied to a romantic relationship. Also if Katsuki were to be an abusive partner to Deku, he’d be the same to other partners. If he were to be emotionally manipulative, possessive, constantly putting him down and hurting him while also keeping him - he’d do it to any other partners. The thing is people who ship katsudeku usually don’t ship it hc'ing that Katsuki keeps his ill behavior towards Deku in the relationship - we cherish the character’s growth and development. The canon Katsuki, the Katsuki with the bad behavior in the older chapters, as stated above, didn’t even wish to keep Deku around as a peer, let alone to form some kind of deeper bond. The romantic katsudeku ship I personally want is the kind where Katsuki grows and changes (as it’s slowly happening in canon) enough past his insecurities towards Deku to be okay with approaching him like he does to other peers. No possessiveness, no emotional abuse, because I personally don’t see that coming from him.

Since we got to this point, something interesting and relevant that I don’t usually see being pointed out is that in the very beginning of the story, it wasn’t only Katsuki opposing to the idea Deku could enter UA while being quirkless. The entire class laughed at him, and the teacher didn’t bat an eye.

This is not to gloss over the fact Katsuki did show unexcusable behavior towards Deku, but I think the scene was set up that way to show it was not only Katsuki’s isolated behavior, but the system, BNHA’s society is shaped to mock and discourage individuals who believe they can become heroes or achieve certain things despite the conditions of their quirk(lesness). The way the society is shaped was Deku’s childhood bully. He was mocked by his peers as young as 4, while at the same time Katsuki was put in a pedestal because of his quirk - which led to his massive ego complex. We can’t analyse their personalities and relationship without taking in account the context they grew up in. Many people frame Katsuki as the single-handed culprit for Deku’s bullying background without taking this whole context into account, while also casting Deku the role of a submissive, persecuted victim when he deliberately chose to stick around Katsuki, and just generally shows to be a character with a lot more agency than that.

And what’s interesting in this scene is that Katsuki didn’t laugh along with everyone else when Deku says he wants to apply and he might have a chance. Because Katsuki takes that seriously. He takes that as a personal offence. The whole point of Katsuki’s ill feelings towards Deku were always that he

feels as Deku is mocking his efforts by believing that himself, a quirkless boy who didn’t do any kind of physical preparation for a heroics course - has chances of becoming a hero as much as Katsuki, who is a born genius AND presumably prepared himself to apply to UA, with training and studying, going as far as scolding his colleague for smoking because he wanted a clean student record.

he feels threatened by Deku because ever since they were kids, as much as Deku admired him, he also saw Katsuki as someone who was able to get hurt and could have a hand offered to like anyone else; Deku saw him as superior in terms of skill, but an equal as a human being, while all the other kids did not. And that made Katsuki not stand him. Because he’s scared of being anything less than the very best, he’s scared of being someone who can be offered help - in his eyes, someone who can be pitied and looked down onto.

And that’s why he reacts with hostility. He wants to intimidate Deku out of even trying to apply to UA. It’s even stated by Katsuki’s colleagues he got out of hand this time, implying it’s not normal behavior for Katsuki (and I’ve seen people saying it was confirmed by Horikoshi himself, though I don’t have sources so don’t quote me on that). Again, he will only seriously smack Deku down if he feels threatened. He does not go out of his way to put him down on a daily basis because he doesn’t want to interact with Deku to begin with.

Also, Deku actually never stated he hates Katsuki. Not once. What he actually says is closer to “he may be a jerk, but-”, which is how the official english translation translated it, as seen above (stole the picture from this post by @kiraelric because it’s where I found it faster :P). Here’s a post explaining it, and I quote @sugarmagic who gently broke down the first panel - which FA translated as “I hate his guts” - for me:

Basically the word 嫌う, the verb form is “to hate” but 嫌な奴 is “unlikable/disagreeable guy.” So what I’m pretty sure happened is that they didn’t realize な was modifying the word to be an adjective. It’s not describing Deku’s feelings, it’s describing Kacchan’s character. The reading of the kanji is written as “iyana yatsu,” versus “Kacchan ga kurai” which really would be “I hate Kacchan”. Then again, even if they read it that way, the furigana explicitly shows the reading, so I don’t even know what they were thinking.

 The translation group Fallen Angels takes way too much freedom and completely distorts some lines, and the dislike of Bakugou/his relationship with Deku in the western fandom was heavily influenced by interpreting it via FA’s aggravated translations. I had people who know japanese tell me how gratuitously innacurate the translations are - as an example, FA translates Deku thinking Katsuki is difficult to deal with as Deku thinking Katsuki causes him to be aware of his own flaws (source). The translations paint Bakugou’s character and his relationships, specially with Deku, unnecessarily harsher than they really are. In fact, something the localisation usually fails to translate is how Bakugou’s “die!” and similar threats are not be taken as seriously in japanese as one would in english - but rather pretty immature and petty (source).

So! If you read up to this point and you’re interested in reading other meta on Katsuki and Deku’s characters and relationship, you should check @explodo-smash’s meta tag. They’re a pretty smart team and can explain/analyse things better than me - in fact their meta helped me a lot understand better their dynamics post my bloody Fallen Angel readings. That’s all for today, and thank you for taking the time to read.

[calvinlepesh]

Purpose? Purpose.

My life was perfect til that day. I didn't even have a clue of how good off I was. Disrespectful, ungrateful, angry, but truly, sad. "From the beginning of my time or from the realization of the universe?" Very bold question I ask myself currently. How do I want to convey my knowledge? How do I want people to percieve what i will tell them? How will I word my stories and thoughts in a way that is too hard for normal people to understand? Can I? From the beginning it is! Now, Born Valentines day 1999 was chubby cheeked enthusiastically loved and cherished Lepesh. Born in Minnesota cold. Raised in Minnesota cold. Lepesh knew hot summer fun, running through the sprinklers, water balloon fights, Football, Basketball, Ice cream trucks, Chalk on the side walk/driveway, Biking with neighbors around our nitche. Biking by myself to the gasstation for candy. Waking up in the middle of the night to play video games in the basement, Getting caught waking up in the middle of the night to play video games in the basement. Lepesh knew winter fun. Snowboarding, Snowfuckingshoeing, Sleding, Snow tubing, Snowball fights, Huge snowmen, Snow forts along the cul-de-sac snowwall created by the huge cool snow plow! Wow! I thought to myself  mouth wide open with a smile, as the large plow on the front of the truck bursted through large mountainous snow mounds with ease. Creating wonderous mounds of snow in every frontyard across the neighborhood. Building snow forts and then having a war with snow balls. The point is my childhood was filled with fucking joy and happiness. It rocked man and Im super happy that it happened. I couldn't imagine this shit happening to me before.. Well before it happened. Its 2008. Its december as I sit on the couch with my brother and my parents..... well wait here theres a little more first. February 14th 2008 Im nine years old today. Im in Mr.Larsons fourth grade class. I enjoy creative writing, recess and lunch. although I didn't write much. I really love football and sports around this time. I decided to be a cowboys football fan when my dad said I could choose cause hes too nice to force me into being a Vikings fan. My parents especially my mom but definitely my dad aswell. Let us choose what we wanted. Which I disagree with now and will certainly not allow my childeren to decide what is right. Although Im sure I will at some point definitely not in elementary what the fuck?! Anyways. Decieded to be a cowboys fan cause my dad hates them and loves the Vikings. Which I now love today. Anyways. Im in the car with my whole immediate family driving. I ask where we're going or what we're doing. While heading west in the car my dad tells me we're going to Wisconsin and we're gonna stay the night at a hotel. The entire car ride their my dad is messing with me and im furious. Im certain today if I was in the passenger seat during the exchanges between my father and I I'd be laughing my ass off. But almost at the same time sad and angry of how ungrateful and disrespectful I probably was to my father. Idk maybe I just pouted, which I did alot lol.. anyways We finally arrive after probably an hour or so drive west, not infact in the direction of Wisconsin to a large farm in eastern Minnesota. 'There's nothing here' I thought to myself. It wasn't a desolate farm but damn near close. Large housing for live stock aswell as people. My father then reveals that im going to be getting my own dog for my birthday. I immediately light with excitement and smiles. Joy pulsing in my heart. Ive always wanted a dOG' i think to myself as I turn to my brother with excitement. I can only imagine how wide and big my smile and cheeks were to this day. Entering into the large barn with my family. Me, my brother, mother , and father all enter the barn to the amazement of dogs and insulation lol. From the outside it almost looks like a overly large stereotypical red barn, however the inside has another side to the story. Carpeted floors off to the left held the petting area with already free roaming dogs. while the right side of the room looked as if they did paper work and forms and whatnot. Going right wasn't even a thought in my head. LEFT. Headed for the dogs im stopped by my mom who is greeted by the worker/farmer. Im not even listening to her. I want a fucking dog. Moments go and my patience already thin is thinner. It takes alot for me to blow up even as a child. The problem was the things building up my 'meter of rage' as a child shouldn't have been. Anyway. Finally I head over to the dogs climbing the little fence even a little small for me already tall for my age. Immediately I spot an adorable smaller black dog. I kneel down to sit with it and attempt to hold it. Only to kneel right into a huge carpet puddle newly accompanied by its main ingredient dog piss. Nice. As i tell my mom she just laughs and tells me to be careful. Its what I did worst and least often. Unfortunately that was one of my biggest issues. After looking for awhile. I now realize my dad was probably ready to leave after 10-15 minutes definitely longer than that but Understandable nonetheless. After probably 35-45 minutes of trying to find a dog that didnt shed and was actually good looking. My mom had been carrying this one dog in paticular for a decent amount of time. Asleep in her arms as if a child beautifully sleeps my savior..... The car ride home Hank held the dog the entire time. Almost sinisterly which him being an older brother. acceptable, however frowned upon. Uncharacteristically careful I am as I hold my new dog. Smile from cheek to cheek and thats a long distance lol. Still carefully holding her i slowly bring her and a blanket along with hank to the basement. Where I lay out the fluffy green blanket and set Katy ever so gentely down. Standing next to my brother stareing almost in a daze like trance. We have a dog!' We were so happy. Hank and Lep happy? Together? very rare nowadays. I would certainly come to forget of such times even now almost a foriegn concept of us being so happy together. Now back to the OG storayyy............ Holding katy close weilding her support almost as a weapon to defend myself from such an awful thing. Its happening' I feel it' i just know' its happening' We are able to create our own reality because we (humans) designed a very primitive (in comparison to the universe) way to communicate how we feel. Speech. Speech is very important. Its our first amendment here in the US. say whatever u want. Pretty much. our speech is primitive because it doesn't describe things that we are uncertain of. We have to choose in our speech whether to Have no Idea Agree disagree yes no. Now of course there are exceptions to that. But not to normal people. Normal people can't understand this. If you are reading this right now and are lost for words but think you're 'awake' so to speak. just listen. This is a huge secret to life. Huge. It may change ur life over night. The best part about it is you get to decide. Ask yourself. Am I going to be open minded to what this man has to say? Ask yourself do I want whatever he says to be true in my life?... Just so I can touch as many people as possible and help the (working class which im apart of} hear me out. You may think im fucking crazy or that idk what life even is either and you're right I don't but all you have to do IS ACCEPT THAT WHATEVER IS/WILL/HAS EVER HAPPENED, Happened because you decided it was going to happen. Before you were even born. Before anybody way born. The best part about it. Is that it is unpredictable and it is fueled and directed DIRECTLY from our speech. Whatever you speak out loud for example say I said and I have. I want to fucking die. and I meant it. I really mean it. If you don't mean what you say then learn to do that before anything. Before u start this really take the time to realize ur worth not as a person but as you. Cause you created everything in your world. The best part you created it that way cause thats the way it turns out best for you. I hope atleast. Think about it. You get through everything. most things people kill themselves over. You're trying to make yourself strong for some reason possibly? or maybe catching myself up to everyone else cause I had such a nice and spoiled childhood? Past karma current karma. Thats what gets me. Theres no way a god created this world. But i could've created this world. Maybe im evil just like the world a little bit deep down. I am. Definitely a little evil. Its apart of my soul. Its apart of everyones soul in my world maybe not as much on some people and Ill never know why that is and I don't need to cause, I trust my judgement. It may be wrong sometimes but im still alive today for some reason that I decieded. thats the beauty of myself I truly never know what im gonna do each day specifically. Ill know if im gonna be tired or up for another 5 hours. Cause I will be and Ill feel it. Ill know when i need to fucking pee. But I never know what mindset is right or true for me. partially cause i have shitty short term memory and bad hearing and vision and a bad liver. im 19 lol. Anyway. Basically the secret is speak what you want and mean it everyday. You'll know if you dont want it as badly some days. you might even miss a day. All you're trying to do for yourself by doing this is getting yourself into a routine where you put those '(vibes) or Speech and words/ Communication. Communicate with your universe. Speak how you feel. Speak what you want. Speak how you're going to get it. Even if you're thinking theres no fucking way thatll happen. Theres no fucking way im ever going to pass through college. theres no fucking way id be able to get through law school. I can't be a chef I've hardly cooked. are my common misfires. Misfires however very common after the first few days to weeks will disapate if you PUSH ON! Just like you always have! This is what you were waiting to find. You created the world it is today for yourself today to see this and reconize for yourself today. That you're doing this wrong. Since starting my program I live with partial contentment as a human being. However I personally keep myself open to negative thoughts and wishes periodically to balance my life. However as for most of u assume this is rather stupid but selfless nonetheless. The reason I hold dark as I hold light is because this is what I decieded and this was meant to happen. The decision made by the creator of my universe which is me to write this to you and share what I have learned to help better your lifes for the benefit of them I do not know what I or they gain from this because it is beyond my comprehension aswell as yours. It could be for something of the lines of in 200 years cause I told you these secrets and my experiences and helped you better your life over time and you benefitted and you passed onto your childeren. that no your family lives on in the future 200 years from now. and they're good people. maybe not all. But if taught correctly and this isnt a cureall for everybody. But it significantly helps better improve overall mood and life tolerance in your life. It doesn't work immediately. It isn't gonna take it easy on you just cause you know now. In fact. If you are not open minded currently do not read because this idea sent and recieved and read and processed by a closed mind. Blocks the process from ever having the ability for your mind to hear and read properly as an openminded individual would.