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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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Anon who’s dog had a seizure. I wanted to be able to give a positive update, but I won’t be able to. I was woken up by a call at around 1:30am from my mom and the first thing she said was “[my dogs name] died”

I don’t know all the details, I was in a full fledge panic attack and was overcome with despair when it was either explained to me or I overheard (frankly, I don’t remember) but apparently at some point either last night or veryyyyy early this morning my mom let the dog out to use the restroom, and he collapsed again similarly to how he did two days ago. My mom rushed him to the emergency vet (a thirty minute drive) but he didn’t even make it there.

I think I was dry heaving at some point because my panic was so bad. I ended up going to the vet with my dad so I could say goodbye (he had before my mom left with the dog) and ngl, going with him did not help in the slightest. My dad has NPD and he kept making the situation about himself and I stg I was ready to throw myself out the car window in the middle of the freeway and walk the rest of the way there OOP—

I was afraid we wouldn’t be able to because of Covid, but we were allowed to all head into the vet and hold him and give proper goodbyes before they took him to be cremated (they have a partnership with some place that does all that jazz). It was rough. He’s a small dog, only 18 pounds, but just holding him felt so different. There was no resistance when I picked him up (I’m not his favorite person lol, so he’d always deadpan and shuffle away a little from me before giving in whenever i’d make grabby hands hahaha) and it was just rough.

A year and a half ago my old bird passed away in that same emergency vet, so I just felt like I was suffocating the whole time. It was basically history repeating itself and I had a ✨mental breakdown✨ while cradling the pooch. My mom almost had to drag me out 2.5 hours later because I didn’t want to leave him. I tried to be strong, he was her dog in the end and they had an unbreakable bond. I should’ve been the one comforting her, not the other way around. I totally failed lol.

Thank god I was able to go home with my mom and not my dad. I wanted to be the one to drive home so she could rest, but I didn’t have the energy to protest when I saw she was already in the drivers seat.

We’ve had him since he was a few months old. I was in first grade at the time, and despite us having a very rocky start (young me didn’t like all the attention he received bc it used to be mine) he was my lil buddy and I would have done anything for him. I was looking forward to taking my senior and graduation pictures with him soon, but it seems like that won’t be happening. I just wish I did more with him.

Sorry for rambling and being so depressing! I haven’t gotten much sleep over the past two nights so I’m really out of it.

If it’s not too much to ask for, could I have a part ii of my previous request but have it involving what I wrote above? Asdfghjkl my depressed ass needs comfort and all of my friends are in school LOL. (Thank god I was called off from school this time) Plus, I don’t wanna make my mom feel worse by adding my grief on top of her own (I hope that made sense)

Part 1

(A/N): anon, I’m so sorry to hear about your dog. From what you sent me about him, he sounded like an absolute delight to be around and a very good boy. You deserve to grieve too, even if you don’t think you should. Grieving is healthy and it’s something that shouldn’t be ignored. Everyone grieves differently, so maybe you and your mom could reminisce on the good times with him? Only if you both feel comfortable doing so of course. Please get some sleep, drink plenty of water, and eat some food if you haven’t already. My DMs are always open if you ever want to talk <3

Warnings: death of a dog and bird (mentioned), panic attacks, NPD parent mention

You were jolted awake by a loud ring from your phone laying on your nightstand. It was the ringtone you specifically set for your mom. Blinking deliriously, you answered with a raspy, “mom?”

You were only met with her choked sobs on the other end. This woke you up completely as you turned on a lamp and sat up fully in your bed, “mom what’s wrong?”

“(Dog name)...” She was unable to say your dog's name before she broke into more harsh sobbing. Worry and fear pricked your gut at the mention of your dog’s name. “What about (dog name)? What’s going on?”

“He d-died, (y/n). He isn’t suffering anymore.” You felt as if ice cold water was poured onto you as you sat staring at the wall in shock. Faintly you heard your mom telling you how it happened, but you didn’t register her words. The words that came out of your mother’s mouth were nearly incomprehensible anyways due to her distress. You didn’t know when she hung up, but the next time you looked at the phone screen your homescreen met you: a picture of you, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy at an amusement park.

Your panic attack had escalated to you dry heaving over the toilet after puking up your dinner. You felt like you were suffocating as you remembered the techniques Techno used a few days prior. You stumbled up from a crouch and scrambled over to the sink. Your hands could barely grab the faucet and turn it on as you lost most of your sense of spatial awareness and everything you touched felt distant, like every single synapse in your body was both simultaneously working in overdrive and failing at the same time. The water was as cold as it was going to get, so you plunged your hands into the liquid and felt your body jolt at the temperature. After a while, your hands turned numb after regaining some senses back so you shakily cupped your hands under the faucet and gathered water into your hands. You splashed it at your face and felt yourself becoming more grounded as time passed.

By the time you left the bathroom, your dad gathered you into the car and started to drive you to the emergency vet. The entire time he was ranting about how you needed to pull yourself together because the dog was closer to him than to you. That definitely did not help in any way, it made you want to jump out of the car and walk the rest of the way to the vet. It would be better than having someone constantly belittling you for grieving. The ride was hell, but you persevered for (dog name). You needed to say goodbye to him.

When you left the car and walked into the building, it felt as if you were walking through the nine rings of hell with blazing infernos licking at your skin with every step. Dread and despair filled and overwhelmed you with every step.

When a nurse escorted you to the room, she offered you her condolences and left you to say goodbye. With wide eyes, you slowly walked over to your mom and saw the motionless bundle of fur in her hands. It looked like he was sleeping, but you knew better. She looked at you with so much heartbreak and sadness as tears slipped down her cheeks that you remembered that he was her dog in the end and they’ve always had an unbreakable bond. You needed to be strong for her.

Your stony facade broke the second your mom handed you (dog name). He was cold and stiff as he laid unmoving in your arms, not even trying to wiggle out of your embrace like he always did. You were never his favorite person. He felt so… different. So wrong.

Time passed around you as you held him and cried into his fur. This situation was very similar to your previous one that happened about a year and a half ago when your bird passed away and that was what finally sent you over the edge. Before you knew it, your mom was dragging you out of the building so he could get cremated. Your dad had long since gone home so he could get ready for work, so that left you to ride home with your mom. Not that you were complaining, it was certainly better than riding home with your dad. You just wished that you could drive so she could get some rest.

By time you got home, it was about the same time you would leave for school. As you were driving down your neighborhood, you saw a very familiar car pass you. It was Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy’s car. They were probably going to school. You kept your head down and stared intensely at your tightly clasped hands.

The second the car was in park in your driveway, you made a beeline for your room. For the rest of the day, you hid underneath your covers and ignored the incessant buzzing of your phone on the nightstand. You spent that time alone having a panic attack. This was your longest and most intense one yet, by the time it finally calmed down it was 10:30 at night.

You smacked your dry lips together and feel absolutely drained. The buzzing still wouldn’t let up, so you reached out with a shaky hand and opened your phone. You had at least eighty combined missed texts from Wilbur, Tommy, and Techno.

Tuesday, Innit?

Yo, the fuck’s goin on?

Why the hell did you ignore us when we passed you???

Music man take me by the hand lead me to the land

Ignore that dumbass

What’s going on? You weren’t at school today

(Y/n)?

Technology Sword

You don’t have to tell us what happened if you’re not comfortable

Just tell us if you’re okay

That was only the start of the messages in the group chat. Granted it was mostly Tommy spamming your name and Wilbur and Techno trying to get him to chill out, but some of the messages managed to calm the swirling panic inside of you slightly. Your phone buzzed as you got another text. This time, it was an individual one from Technoblade.

Technology Sword

Look out your window, grab your notebook

You raised your eyebrows slightly as you read the message. Your window was right across from Technoblade’s, so when you saw Taylor Swift’s “You Belong With Me” music video and showed it to Techno, you both decided that this would be your primary communication before you eventually got phones. It wasted a ton of paper, but you both felt like the main characters in a story so you kept doing it. You hadn’t done this since you got your phone and he got his.

After you grabbed your spare notebook and a sharpie, you sat up in your bed and turned on your lamp. When you opened your curtains, you saw Techno smiling at you before he grabbed his notebook and wrote ‘hello’.

You uncapped your marker, wrote ‘hi’, and shakily raised it to him. You saw him frown at your shakiness, he wrote ‘you okay?’

You stared at your paper for a bit contemplating whether or not you should tell him the truth. It was no use in lying to him, he knew you better than you knew yourself. After a moment, you wrote ‘no’.

You watched as he frowned and his eyebrows crinkled together in an upwards slant. ‘Discord?’

‘Sure’

You closed your curtains once more and opened up your PC. You could already see that Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy were in a separate voice channel. When you joined, you were startled by Tommy’s loud screaming and Wilbur’s hysterical laughter.

“WILBUR YOU PRICK WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT I WORKED SO HARD GETTING THAT NETHERITE!”

They were interrupted by a knock on Tommy’s door, “Tommy for the love of god it’s almost eleven at night kiddo. You can keep playing but please just keep it down.”

“SORRY DADZA!”

“Good job dumbass,” Wilbur chuckled.

“Hey (y/n), how’re you?” Techno’s somewhat pointed voice interrupted them. “(Y/N)! Please tell Wilbur that it’s not cool to borrow my armor and ‘accidentally’ fall into a lava lake.”

“It was an accident I swear!” Wilbur’s slight chuckle told you otherwise. “Wilbur,” your croaky and wobbly voice scolded him quietly, “not cool.”

The voice channel went silent as you logged into your shared minecraft server. You immediately spawned in the main lobby at spawn that you built the last time you logged in. You got to work gathering wood for walls you were going to build around the city. You saw Techno’s character run to you and help you gather wood.

“...You good, (y/n)?” Tommy’s voice took on an uncharacteristic level of gentleness and concern.

“‘M fine.”

After a while of silence, you heard keyboards start to click again. Gradually conversation started back up and everything felt lighthearted once more. Though, you only talked when you were prompted to. After gathering the correct amount of wood, you and Techno went back to your house so you could craft some slabs. However as you approached the crafting table, you passed your bed. Next to your bed was your pet dog, barking slightly and looking at you with it’s pixel eyes.

You could feel tears well up in your eyes at the sight of the pixelated dog. With a lump forming in your throat you struggled to breathe through it, your breaths coming out shuttering. You made quick work of muting yourself on Discord and started sobbing, the white dog staring at you sitting on top of your minecraft bed. This wasn’t a panic attack, you knew that. But you still felt overcome by a massive wave of grief.

After a bit, you saw Techno’s character pop in front of you and start hitting the air. In chat, you saw that he private messaged you ‘vc 2’

You clicked off the main voice chat and was immediately greeted by Techno’s gentle voice. “What’s goin on buddy?” He was only met with your sobs, “deep breaths.”

“I’m not having a panic attack.”

“Still, deep breaths are good. Follow me.” With that, you two worked on getting your breathing back to normal and your tears slowly stopped. The entire time he was giving you praise and gentle reassurances whenever you tried to apologize to him. By the time you stopped crying you felt almost completely drained.

“You okay now?” You hummed in confirmation, too tired to say anything. “Thank you Tech, I-I’m sorry-”

“Stop apologizing for feeling emotions. They’re one hundred percent valid… Do you feel comfortable telling me what happened?”

“I…” You trailed off as you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words out loud. “You don’t have to tell me, ya know.” Technoblade gently reminded you.

“I’ll PM it to you.” With that, you PMed him on minecraft explaining that your dog died this morning. “Fuck, I’m so sorry (y/n). I’m sure he isn’t suffering anymore. Did- did they ever find out what caused the seizures?”

“No, but… he had tons of health issues that I’m glad he doesn’t have to deal with anymore.”

“Do you wanna talk about the good times with him with Wil and Tommy? If you don’t want to we can just talk about them here.”

“Let’s rejoin the main voice channel.”

“Hey (y/n), how’re you doing?” Wilbur gently asked you. “I’m alright, do- do you guys know what happened?” They both said yes. Technoblade must’ve told them what was happening.

“(Y/n) come outside. We built something for you.” Tommy was uncharastically gentle.

When you moved to go outside of your minecraft house and Wilbur and Tommy led you to an empty spot in the city you four were building, you stopped in your tracks. In front of you built in various types of stone was a dog statue. In front of it stood a sign that read ‘in loving memory of (dog name)’.

“We aren’t done with it, but we can finish it in a couple of hours,” Wilbur mumbled into the microphone.

“No, it’s perfect as it is. I don’t know what to say guys…”

“You don’t have to say anything, just know that we’re here for you.” Tommy said, his minecraft character walking over to your own and hitting you.

“Oi, don’t hit them!” Techno punched him back and that started an all out brawl between the two. It quickly ended when Techno pulled out his fully enchanted netherite sword named ‘Orphan Obliterator’.

“Get fucked, nerd.” You could just tell Tommy was holding in screaming at his brother. “I’m not the nerd here, you’re the one that reads for fun.” Tommy retorted. You heard shuffling on Techno’s end and him walking away from his PC. You were about to ask what was happening before you heard Tommy silently scream in terror. “Oh fuck he’s coming!” You assumed that Tommy ran to lock his door. Not long after that you heard a knock, “I just wanna talk.”

“No! You-”

“I just wanna talk.”

“Let him talk, Tommy!”

“NO WILBUR.”

You heard Philza’s groggy muffled voice, “it is midnight on a Friday. I don’t care what happens or who fights who, just do it in your own rooms and do it quietly.”

“Sorry Dad,” you heard Techno’s retreating steps before he returned to his chair. “You’re a douche, Technoblade.”

“I just wanted to talk, Tommy.” At that, Techno started beating Tommy to death once more. Each time he would kill Tommy, he would give Tommy a small head start before he would find him again. While this was happening, Wilbur PMed you ‘wanna prank Tommy and Techno? I’m thinking we put chickens under their houses’.

You looked at his player and nodded. You and Wilbur got to work luring chickens into holes you dug around their bases and burying them so that they were close enough to hear, but deep enough for it to be mildly inconvenient finding them. After you two were done with that, you met at spawn again.

“Techno stop killing Tommy. We want to tell stories about (dog name).” You saw Techno’s character sprint to your group and Tommy’s come up from a hole in the ground. “I was just about to find him.”

“Thank you! God, I hate it when he does that.”

The rest of the night you four spent reminiscing on the funny things that (dog name) did over the years. At some points you even laughed along with them. After you told them that you wanted to take your senior pictures with him, Techno offered to edit him into your photos. You didn’t know when you passed out but when you woke up, you had a crick in your neck and your PC monitor was off. You could hear three sets of soft snoring on the other end of the call. You felt yourself drifting off to their gentle breathing and smiled slightly; with them, everything felt better.

#sbi x reader #sleepy bois x reader #sleepy bois inc x reader #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot x reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #sbi family au #requests #hellion's requests #tw: panic attack #tw: anxiety #tw: animal death #tw: animal injury #tw: swearing

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absolutebl · 4 years ago

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This Week in BL

April 2021 Part 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Second Chance Ep 1 - living up to its name since it looks to be a series of redemption arcs. Launched with a college confession and a broken friendship, then a flash back to them as seniors in high school. Pairings include friends to lovers, nerd/jock, and maybe cafe boss/employee. There’s a lot going on, but it’s still... quiet and sweet. The script is pretty pat but it’s still WAY more watchable than Cupid Coach or Brothers and most of the acting is solid. Ep 1 tropes included: he’s in engineering, wound tending, fast & bicurious. This could turn into what I wanted My Gear & Your Gown to be. Fingers crossed.

Love Poison 2 Ep 1 & 2 turns out I did watch and report on season 1 (8 eps), season 2 seems equally unmemorable. Thai countryside setting, strong dialect, incomprehensible plot, camp side characters, and ghastly singing.

Y-Destiny Ep 1 (eng subs?) - opened with the sports romance enemies to lovers (they aren’t going in the teaser order). When the couple got over fighting, the flirting was v cute, but the flipping SPONGE BATH trope had to rear its ugly head. Still, this series is shaping up to be less coy and more frank than most BL, better than expected. It feels, I don’t know, gay-er or something? *** Sources were correct that each couple is getting (at least) 2 eps, and MDL has been updated to say this is a 15 episode series (not 7).

Cupid Coach 12 fin - The new Nite was great and should have been a main all along. It felt like we got a tiny nugget of what could have been in about 10 minutes worth of this last ep. It was way too slow with terrible editing and a criminally bad script, but at least it ended happy. Mostly, like Friend Forever, I’m just disappointed that these two actors were done dirty by the series. Bad Cupid Coach, no screen caps for you.

Lovely Writer Ep 6 - breaking news, there’s a het couple I like: toppy bi femme + soft boi = such a good pairing! I know, but this NEVER happens. Meanwhile, Sib’s secret is out, Gene is a bit of a drama queen, and the plot thickens. We half way through.

Brothers Ep 9 - Kaow had a serious moment of advice giving that was truly lovely. Lots of family dama made this a superior episode to... well... any of the others in this series. Which isn’t saying much.

1000 Stars Ep 10 fin - at the start this series didn’t grab me the way GMMTV’s last BL, Tonhon Chonlatee, did. But boy did it end 1000x better. Might have given us 2021′s best forehead kiss. I enjoyed the ultra romantic cliff-top reunion kiss, and I LOVED the stinger flirting scene. That was an absolute gift we had no right to expect. This drama is a poster child for finishing on a high note (always focus on that dessert course). Final thoughts? This was FAR more a classic romance than it was BL. There were some BL tropes used but not many and most of them originated in the romance genre not yaoi. A picture perfect ending bumped 1000 Stars much higher up my best-of list than expected. Not sure how often I’ll rewatch it as a whole, but this last episode? I’m probably rewatching it right now.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Dear Uranus (Taiwan GL) Ep 3 fin - I guess that’s it? Okaaaaay

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 3 (AKA Ep 5-6) - we got actual legit gay culture not just BL (always appreciated) from XingSi. I’m starting to find LiCheng’s “show them we fucking” hijinks hilarious rather than annoying (not sure why, maybe I just love a rubber chicken, or maybe it was the STUFFED CORN WITH THE TASSEL that did it).

-- H4 Moment of RANT --

Tropes included beach trip, there’s only one bed, cook for him, baby is a floppy drunk, carry baby to bed, and.... drunk non-con. Whoopdedoo. Here we go again. Did TharnType teach us NOTHING? (Apparently it taught us if the chemistry is good enough, I have no morals at all.) At least H4 seems to be taking us out of cheese into serious when it comes to assault. Or is it?

I take back what I said last week about XingSi & YongJie being codependency + salvation trope, that only works if YongJie is the uke. He’s NOT. So we got us an obsessive predatory villain with a possible redemption arc. That’s more common in crime dramas, mafia romance, and epic fantasy than BL. It’s real hard to redeem a sexual predator in a reality-grounded universe like contemporary romance (See Kla in LBC1&2).

Next week is gonna be a test of the whole damn franchise. Imma remind both me a you that this was ep 3 of 10 so we got a ways to go yet... but ooof, what have we wrought, BL? (I ended up doing a whole post about the stepbrother trope because of this sub plot.) Taiwan is killing me.

-- RANT ended --

Word of Honor (China) Ep 19-21 - over half way point so we got ALL the back story (in a classic 4 act story structure midway reveal). Now we know who WKX really is and his lineage. We also got some cute hugs and hand holds. Moving along at a nice clip despite being 36 eps total. Still gayest thing to come out of we-not-gay China since Advance Bravely.

Most Peaceful Place (Vietnam) Ep 2 - takes them a while to get eng subs together and ep 2 didn’t drop until late. So I’m putting this in a Thurs time slot going forward. Miscommunication already cleared up and a 2nd couple has been introduced. The pacing on these Vietnamese BLs is always a bit... off. But it’s still better than most of its ilk, enjoyable. I’m thinking it’s a 6 ep arc.

We Best Love 2 (Taiwan) Ep 5 - after the initial drama DRAMA of ep 2, the current external crisis at work is much quieter, giving this whole season a top heavy feel. Taken along side the first season, I think it’s fitting nicely into a 4 act structure, but that might be my bias. I hope I’m not wrong, we’ll find out next week. Shi De puttering about being domestic with Shu Yi on his back was the best execution of the piggyback trope EVER. Meanwhile, our little D/s side couple of codependency, salvation trope + mental illness is becoming weirdly appealing. I don’t know. H4 done mess with my head.

Stand Alones

Absolute BL AKA Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai vs Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko (Japan) Ep 1-4 mini series. Found subs under A Man Who Defies The World of BL. IT’S HILARIOUS. It’s Japan making fun of us, but also itself for having started this whole BL nonsense - from yaoi roots to present day. It’s parody goddamn gold. Utterly cheeky unto the very last line. We are not worthy.

Apparently the most powerful tropes of all time are: baby is a floppy drunk and the piggyback fo nobility. Oh and chocolate. {Full review here.}

Honestly, this show may have been made with only @heretherebedork and I in mind. I don’t know if you’d even understand half of it if you don’t have a history with the manga source genre and an obsessive interest in underlying narrative devices. I haven’t seen much chatter in the blog’o’sphere on this one because, in the end, it’s not a romance at all, it’s social commentary.

The ending line was a masterclass in lampooning a genre. I’m going to rewatch the whole thing just to catch all the digs I missed first time around. It is a thing of beauty and a joy forever.

Thank you Japan. I forgive you all your hair-styling sins of the last decade.

Breaking News

Spring Line Up:

Scholar Ryu’s Wedding Ceremony AKA Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korean historical BL) April 15th

Close Friend the series (Thai trailer) April 22.

2gether the movie (Thai trailer) April 22 to Thai theaters.

Nitiman (Thai) May 7 on One31.

I Told Sunset About You 2 (Thai) May 27 on LineTV

Ossan’s Love (Hong Kong) June to Viu

Gossip

Bad Buddies released its first promo op via Arm Share, which means GMMTV is at least *thinking* about filming it.

Fun behind the scenes gossip sesh with eng subs for Tell the World I Love You (that Perth Bas movie we are maybe getting someday but will likely be sad).

New Thai BL Bite Me (adapted from novel Grab a Bite) dropped a teaser. It stars Mark Siwat (Kla in LBC) as uke character Ake, a delivery boy with special foodie powers, and chef Eua (seme played by Zung Kidakorn) who discovers him. It’s from the same author as Manner of Death so we might even get some actual plot. Since it’s an established BL actor who I happen LOVE, a known author, and a plot about FOOD, I could not me more excited for this one.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed a day later than actual air date for accessibility reasons. Some are dropping multiples at a time but just started so I’m not sure on numbering.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

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wokestraightpuffy · 4 years ago

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Hallo, i hope you are alright and that my ask aren’t annoying but I wanted to ask do you have any c!puffy headcannons? —🤡

YOURE NOT ANNOYING AT ALL !!! NEVER THINK THAT ILU VERY MUCH. MUAH /p

as for c!puffy headcanons, i am not the best person to ever organize their thoughts properly but ill try my best >:’D

ahaha. this got. super complex and way too long and more of like an introspective study to puffy now instead of harmless fun headcanons so, uh. under read more <3 (also reminder this is all /rp and /dsmp)

* i like to think that she has a hero complex, but its a bit different since she never really sees herself as an ‘important’ part of the story, not the main character but a support one, hence ‘im fine with being the side character’ or how she’s said she doesnt care what happens to her and would gladly sacrifice(?) herself if there werent other people she had to protect. girl u need therapy urself <3

* though very open with how she feels and never afraid to say when someone/something is upsetting her, ‘opening up’ is still a whole mountain climb for her, apparently. like, she’d rant about the egg, get mad at the eggpire, let off some steam by committing arson or exploding stuff, she’ll rarely ever talk about how much the stuff that upset her actually HURT her. does that make sense? LIKE, she’ll lash out, she’ll get mad, she’ll take NO SHIT thrown at her face, but to show the kinda vulnerability of dealing with that? to cry about it talk about those feelings with someone? I think she’d rather eat her own foot lol

* adding onto the thing above, she doesnt necessarily actually realize this about herself. less of actively doing it and rather growing... used to the ‘cycle of violence’ in the smp as they call it. and the fact that rarely have people really asked, that no one’s actually available for that, w her losing her closest friends, bad and ant, sam being busy w the warden stuff... and niki. yeah. there’s foolish, but i doubt she’d ever see venting to someone she considers her son appealing

* also. puffy is just sometimes... really bad at conveying sadness. i think she’s a rare crier. id go as far to say that shes even more emotionally constipated than dream, lol (but maybe not while the guy’s in his prison arc) and that she’d be the type of person to tell you its okay to cry but beat herself up over something if she let a tear slip in a heated moment

* speaking of sadness. she’ll only ever actually Be Sad if she’s alone or with someone she doesnt necessarily care the opinions of. yknow how she mourned for tommy and blamed herself? those dialogue bits? yeah, those are only times shed actually be vulnerable

* puffy’s go to response to the egg and how its fucked up her relationship w her friends is pure fury. but, going off of her line about ‘failing bad and ant’ i like to think that she probably hates herself the most about it. THAT IS A STRONG WORD LOL BUT YEAH. she yells and curses and gets mad, but sometimes i wonder if the words she had spat before were more directed to herself

* THIS GIRL HAS SELF-IDENTITY PROBLEMS. CAN WE GET A HELL YEAH FOR THAT CHAT? outside of having no goddamn clue about where she came from, how she got here and who she even is, scrounging up a role for herself in a server with a war on the background and traumatized kids got her resignedly coerced into thinking that she is only a Parent. Only good enough when she’s actually doing something Useful for people. SO. when she finds that ship? of having a crew and having a curse? OF FINDING OUT SHE MIGHT HAVE/ HAVE HAD A MOM THATS WAITING FOR HER? the sense of control she has on herself is absolutely crushed. shattered, and she’s left to pick up the pieces w no one to talk abt it with <3

* adding onto the above, it’s why the line ‘I’m supposed to be mama puffy. me.’ hurts me so much! so yes! please cry with me :D

* also to add more on the fact that she thinks she’s only worth something when she’s being useful, puffy literally contemplated leaving the server, thinking that it wouldnt matter leaving since no one really needs her anyway, since she’s failed so many people. bad and ant, tommy, dream. shes said how foolish can take care of himself on how tubbo and ranboo have each other, how she and niki have drifted so far away from each that it might as well be a break up.

HOOOOOOOOOO OBOY . anon youve really given me the perfect chance to ramble huh? sorry for the rather incomprehensible brainrot, here’s more lighthearted headcanons about puffy asdhfkd

* she cannot stand still sometimes. she always has to be doing something extra, walking when the prime path is right there? shed rather go through tedious little holes or hop and balance onto fences to get where shes going. she’ll mindlessly fix up the path when there are holes or mismatched wood, and one time went on a long, long LONG journey cleaning up the paths tommy purposely DESTROYED near lmanburg and even added cobblestone sidings which werent there before

* puffys a bit of a sentimental person. writing in her log to clear her thoughts sometimes and cared enough to try and preserve lmanburg with the glass sheet and trying to find possible surviving artifacts of history to respect it, even though she’s never been a part of it. its also why, when doomsday happened and lmanburg got permanently poofed, she began to appreciate the buildings that are still standing and began taking more pics

* she’s not used to being... what do you call it, um, cared for? she’d deflect compliments sometimes, when shes having a particular bad day, like, she’d laugh nervously and change the subject, sometimes she’d outright deny it, most days she’d jokingly say ‘staphhh it’ and add a very genuine thanks. my point being is, do something for puffy that is mildly nice and she’d keep that moment in her heart forever.

* also funny story regarding the above. u know how karl is notorious for stealing her materials? and how puffy was contemplating doing something in retaliation for them? karl says hi for once when she joins the server and she goes ‘alright fine youre safe for saying hi’ LOL THIS WAS PROBABLY A BIT META WISE but something about this implying that the bare minimum or LESS is enough to make puffy forgive someone is very sad and funny at the same time for me. girl really said ‘oh you said hi to me? thats nice all the crimes youve ever done towards me is now forgiven. <3’ (this is a bit of an exaggeration on my part, ofc, i just think its funny LMAO)

* ironically, despite being the ‘captain’, whenever riding a boat with someone, she prefers being on the backseat and letting them drive. ig shes just there for the ride i suppose, her and her uber drivers :3

* she either has a rather unhealthy obsession with baked potatoes or she just doesnt wanna waste eret’s massive potato farm

* idc what cc!puffy says is c!puffy will always and forever be 5′2″ in my HEART. u are the shortest member, u cannot change this <3

* shes really fond of animals/ neutral mobs. she often baby talks to them and they help boost her mood a lot when shes having a bad day :D

* up to this day, the little secret rooms she’s created around the server have all been yet to be discovered, unless the one under bad’s house has been found. she rarely ever really keeps tabs on them, and more often than not they are just collecting dust. she still visits sometimes and cleans them up ofc

* she still genuinely thinks dream can change. cc!puffy’s line about that, ‘i’m his last hope.’ really makes me think about this a lot.

* ive seen people talk abt it a bit but the headcanon that puffy acts as the server mom to fill the ‘void’ of her missing her mom makes me cry at night /hj

* she really likes her rainbow onesie! i headcanon that eret gave her that along w the sunglasses, but she started wearing that less when she found her old captains uniform. shes never really said why, though, and nobody ever really bothered to ask

* god bless this woman but sometimes the server members get on her nerves sometimes so she goes out of her way to traverse along far away from the main community to maybe commit a few crimes. let off some steam. these take a few days but she always returns

i probably have a lot more hcs but i cant remember them >_> THIS IS A LOT ANYWAY. HOPE U ENJOYED MY BRAIN VOMIT. IF U READ THIS FAR ILU THANK U

if there are mistakes it is bc i am crying and cannot see my keyboard and also i am sleep deprived /hj

#captain puffy #tea speaks #god this is so long the brainrot is concerning ANYWAY #clownon

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estherwritess · 4 years ago

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Lifetime Kisses

Genre: Akaashi Keiji x f! Reader

Words: 2.1K

Genre: fluffly fluff!

Note: written for the @/haikyuucreations monthly prompt event!

Age 3:

Your mothers had befriended each other long before the two of you, Akaashi Keiji and Y/N L/N, were born. Precessing the two of you as childhood friends; it was only natural they kept contact after they graduated, married and had children.

And so, this is where your story really began. Your mother often scheduled play dates, partly to allow you to socialize with another toddler, and partly as an excuse to be able to enjoy a meetup with her friend guilt-free. The only memories you’d have of this would later on in your life be pieced together by pictures, anecdotes and some explanations from your mother.

Both you and Akaashi had spread out over the play mat, hands curiously grabbing at the toys scattered around. It wasn’t like the two of you were able to talk to each other, but the occasional newly learnt word slipped out earning a few endearing ‘aws’ from your mother's seated on the couch facing the mat. Days like these were very common, you had basically grown up with Akaashi by your side.

Age 10:

The playground surrounded by tall school buildings was bustling during the warm summer afternoon, the teachers had decided to let the students play outside for their last hour of the day, deciding that the classrooms were too hot to possible be able to

properly teach already distracted students. You, Akaashi and a few other friends were huddled under the shade of an old oak tree, it's branches providing the much needed coolness.

The brunette in front of you, Kaoru, blew a strand of hair out of her face, a bored look displayed as she glanced around your group. Observing that mischievous sparkle in her eye, you braced yourself for what was about to spill from her mouth, your arms outstretched behind you, holding your torso upright.

“Oh I know!” she visibly pulls her posture up straight, eyes moving over the other kids with excitement, “my brother plays it sometimes! Let’s play some truth or dare!”

You audibly sigh as the other kids excitedly agree, some others still joining in and squeezing themselves under the limited shade, the chatter kept rising as girls were giggling amongst themselves as they shuffled a bit closer to each other. You curiously glance over at Akaashi, his expression is blank as you’re used to, but he doesn’t object and neither is he tugging at your sleeve to sit somewhere else. You could only assume he didn’t mind and so you stayed put, a sheepish smile on your lips as Kaoru clasped your hand.

“So who should we pick first?” She’s lifted her hands up to cup your ear, a giggly whisper as she proposed her question to you. Glancing around, you thought about it for a second, picking someone you hardly knew so they’d be less inclined to pick you when their turn was over.

“Go for Eiko,” the black-haired boy was in Akaashi’s class, but not yours, so you happily picked the somewhat unknown boy. His eyes widened when Kaoru exclaimed his name loudly, she leaned forward with a cheek-splitting grin as she asked him:

“Truth or dare?”

He visibly stumbled over his words, not expecting to be picked. You stiffled a giggle as akaashi subtly elbowed you; he gives you a look, eyebrows raised.

“Alright then,” you stopped giggling, your eyes looking back at your friend, “mom.”

As expected, most of the kids picked dare, chickening out of a possible scary dare. You had also picked truth to play it safe, happy you were able to just let it wash over you. The questions were those everyone had already heard before, again not that surprising. As Kaoru finished her dare; which in short meant she had made a fool of herself in front of the boy she’d developed a small crush on, her attention turned to Akaashi, the last one to be picked for a truth or a dare.

Akaashi pauses,

“Truth,” as soon as the words leave his mouth, the kids in the group get louder, whining to Kaoru, “That’s not fair! It’s been truth for so long, someone should pick dare!”

Kaoru held her hand up for a second, seemingly internally debating this visible dilemma. She then nods, turning her head into Akaashi’s direction: “he’s right, you should pick dare Akaashi!”

Akaashi nods, never being one to clash with the group, and agrees to pick dare. You fold your knees up to your chest, head resting atop as you watch the scene unfold in front of your eyes.

“Alright!” Aiko smiles, her eyes glancing at you for a second too long, assuming she’s up to no good, you brace yourself, closing your eyes in anticipation. “I dare you to..” she sticks her finger out, spinning it across the sitting students and stopping right at you, “kiss y/n!”

Your head jolts up in surprise, it’s as if a brick had just been dropped on your stomach, you can barely breathe as your looking over at akaashi in distress. It happens faster than you anticipated, his face is close to yours in less than a second. The kiss lasts less than five seconds and as soon as he pulls away, blush coating his cheeks, a loud synonymous ‘ew’ resounds. The noise is overwhelmingly loud as the voices blend together. That’s how Akaashi Keiji stole your first kiss from you.

Age 15:

Your last year of middle school, you weren’t sure how to feel about passing yet another milestone so quickly, everything felt like it was moving at an incomprehensible speed. Folding your papers and stuffing them into the binder you’d had since elementary school, scribbles coating the inside with all sorts of quotes and weird drawings your friends had filled them with. With students filing out of the classroom at a speed you hadn’t seen, you figured there must’ve been something going on were it not for the fact that there was a three day weekend calling their names.

You take your time with putting everything away and closing your bag. The halls are nearly empty when you leave the classroom, except for the rare cluster of teens grouped together excitedly discussing their weekend plans. At the end of the hallway a familiar boy is waving you down, hands securely placed on the straps of his bag.

“Let’s go,” he nods, almost unnoticeably and starts walking down the stairs.

“So, have you got any plans for this weekend?” You turn your head to him whilst shaking it from side to side.

“Not really,” you paused, “well they’re not my plans anyway; but mom wants me to go with them to visit my grandma.”

“Oh, well I hope you have fun then,” you can’t help but notice the slight hint of disappointment in his voice, deciding to ignore it, you change the topic to his plans.

The walk home is filled with light chatter, jokes and banter. You loved being able to feel the stress glide off your shoulders as you talked about your day with him. However you couldn’t help but feel bad about having to leave him behind this weekend, if it were any other weekend you two would have at least spent a day together. As you two reach your house, you slow down, quickly turning around and pressing a chaste, light kiss to his cheeks. He doesn’t have time to react before you’re already skittering off towards the front door, your voice calling out one more time.

“Thank you for walking me home today! See you on Tuesday!”

Age 21:

Making it to college along with one of your best friends for the longest while felt like a dream to you, Akaashi Keiji, the one constant in your life. You were eternally grateful for your mother on being so insistent on keeping the friendship alive with his mother, thus practically setting you up with a best friend. You couldn’t help but bring a smile to your face as you see the familiar boy waiting outside of your dormitory, a fluffy scarf wrapped around his neck as his eyes glance up at you from behind his black spectacles. He’s victoriously holding up your favourite coffee,

“Made it through the morning rush,” he hands the steaming cup over to you, happily taking it from him you clasp your hands around the warmth, “special for the princess”. You snort, lips on the lid as you taste the warm liquid.

“You’re the best!” Instantly feeling more away, you hold the cup closer to you with a big smile. With your drinks in hand you two take the usual, scenic route to class.

You part ways when you both pass by your respective buildings, your schedules lined up at the end of the day so it was convenient to go to school together as well as leave. The day passes by in an uneventful fashion, just as always the time slowly creeps along the clock as if it’s nearly taunting you.

When the classes end, it’s already dark out and you’re grateful to have someone to walk you back. Walking in the dark on campus, in the winter nonetheless, was daunting seeing that the walk was relatively long. Seeing him waiting for you was a relief, he looked just as worn out as you did, four classes a day definitely did not agree with the two of you.

You greet each other, happy to see a familiar face after a long day. And as soon as you two are next to each other, the ranting begins and you’re instantly a lot more at ease. Instinctively you two walk a bit closer, trying to preserve some more warmth as the temperature continues to drop. It doesn’t feel weird, you rather feel very happy for lack of a better word, almost as if you’re walking on a cloud as he holds out his arm for you to loop your own into. It’s quiet as your footsteps continue to crunch into the recently fallen snow, the path barely walked on. Akaashi stops you to point out the beautiful scenery behind the bridge: the lake frozen over, plants look white and delicate as they’re coated in a thin layer. The world seemed so quiet, peaceful and untouched at that moment, so you stop, your arms leaning on the railing as you look at your surroundings.

You turn your head, about to reminisce to him about your shared childhood and the many nice winter memories the two of you shared. That is, until you noticed his face being awfully close to yours; his hot breath on your face.

“Hey, what are you..” your out loud train of thought is interrupted as Akaashi presses his lips to yours, his hand reaching up to cup your cheeks to pull you in a bit closer. Deep down, this is something you’d always thought of, a thought ghosting around your mind during boring classes or during a long commute. You often wondered what it would feel like, nothing could have ever prepared you for the way it would actually feel.

His lips are softer than you could’ve ever imagined, in his enthusiasm he’s still as gentle as he’s always been. Your arms wrap themselves around this neck, desperately trying to hold on as you feel yourself get slightly lightheaded, as if it was all a dream. Except it wasn’t.

Age 31:

After having dried off your hands, you put away the last stack of dishes: satisfied that you’d gotten along so far with all of your chores. The quietness had vanished quite quickly as there was someone or something causing quite the ruckus outside. Walking over towards the backyard porch, you leaned over the railing. Your four year old had noticed your husband had pulled into the driveway, excitedly skipping over while calling out to his dad. The new pup you had adopted was also in on it, excited barking while hopping around your son’s legs. The scenario made you smile; your husband bent through his knees as your son threw himself into his arms while peanut was happily skipping around them.

Akaashi walks over to you, Hayato proudly waved at you from his dads arm. You gave the both of them a soft wave back, feeling yourself nearly melt at the image before you. Five years into the marriage and ten into the relationship and he was still able to make you feel all sorts of intense emotions.

-tag

@dorkyama (thankies for sprinting with mee)

He sets Hayato down what runs off the play with the pup some more, you smile as he walks closer to you, arms spread.

“Welcome home,” you lean in, letting yourself be engulfed in his embrace. As he presses a kiss to your lips, you feel complete. You’d accomplished so much in your life; great friends, a good job, a nice husband. This kiss only further cemented that you’d made the right decisions throughout your life, it was a nice reminder of everything

#haikyuucreations #hqbookclub #akaashi keiji x reader #haikyuu x reader

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catboymingi · 4 years ago

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if you’re reading this...

navi/masterlist

pairing: mingi x reader

genre: fluff, some crack maybe?; best friends to lovers

word count: 2.6k

warnings: literally not a single one. implied frozen hate (i‘m joking)

for evigt / måske for evigt / skal vi sammen samme vej / og når i morgen får øjne og natten hviler sig / skal vi for evigt måske den samme vej - forever / maybe forever / we’ll take the same road together / and when tomorrow comes and the night goes to rest / we’ll maybe take the same road forever

it had become a routine that after your classes you’d walk to the café mingi was working at, getting a hot chocolate (to which he added an extra large amount of whipped cream while giving you a wink) and settling on whatever chair was free in order to study some until he got off work. sometimes you’d spice it up and get a different drink, and sometimes he’d spice it up and bring you a mystery drink to wherever you were studying. today, however, you just got the regular while you waited for your best friend to have time to entertain you. you’d had an exam today and really just wanted to yell about the phonetic inconsistencies you’d had to deal with, but you knew no one but mingi was willing to listen. so you had to wait for him, sighing in annoyance every couple minutes as you looked through your study materials.

when his shift was finally over you grabbed your stuff, throwing away the receipt and napkins that he insisted on giving you even though you told him time and time again you didn’t need them. then you rushed over to him, an exaggerated sigh of annoyance leaving your lips in order to make him ask you what was up. the boy wrapped his arms around you and laughed when you dropped your bag from the sudden embrace.

“you had an exam today. how’d it go?” this was what you loved about him - he always remembered these details about you and your life, he knew your schedule well enough to get worried when you were late, and he genuinely wanted to hear about things that were on your mind.

“don’t ask. how can a single language have this many rules that literally no one cares about? studying for this was just like this is the rule. yes we use it. no we don’t. you’re welcome.” you said the last sentences with a fake cheery voice, making your contempt for the exceptions that seemed to be more than the words that adhered to the rules obvious. then you kept on ranting while mingi grabbed his stuff, and while you left the café, and you first got done when you were already halfway to your place, glad that you got to let out some frustration.

“that sounds… hard”, he said, unsure of what else to say since he had no idea what exactly you were talking about. languages were your thing while maths was his, but you both still supported the incomprehensible monologues of the other whenever one of you got either really excited or really frustrated about their subject.

“if it were me, i would simply make the language follow the rules.” you laughed at that - he said exactly what you’d thought countless times before.

“mingi for language council president”, you joked and he looked at you with big, excited eyes.

“that’s a thing? would you vote me in?” now you had to laugh even more. he really didn’t know anything at all about your subject, but the excitement was adorable.

“sorry to disappoint, i don’t think that’d work. you can be the ceo of choosing the movie though, if that mends your broken heart even a little bit.” you were at your place now, and you could feel mingi vibrate with excitement next to you at the prospect of getting to choose the movie. he acted like a giant baby sometimes, but that only made you like him more. this was much better than someone who never got excited about anything.

you let both of you in, getting out your laptop and placing it on your desk chair next to the bed (you were a student, so you had neither a sofa nor a decent table, your desk being cluttered to a point where it was an act of mental gymnastics to even figure out it was a desk at all), joining the boy who’d already settled on your bed.

“what’s the choice?”, you asked, cursor hovering over the search bar.

“frozen.”

“of course.” you laughed but complied with his request, sitting back and leaning into his chest as the movie started playing. you loved movie nights with him - when you were spending time with him like this you were able to relax, and knowing he enjoyed it just as much only made it better. by now you’d seen several movies upwards of five times because they were your go-to choices, but it didn’t matter. it was less about the plot than it was about being close to him and enjoying each other’s presence even when you didn’t say much.

the night continued like this, your best friend choosing silly movies only and the both of you trying to one-up each other with bad jokes until you got tired and went to bed. this was how it usually went, and you wouldn’t want to miss this for anything in the world. going to bed together, waking up together, making early mornings a little easier to stand.

days went on like this, meeting mingi at work, spending evenings and nights together, and to you everything was as usual. you continued to not pay attention to your receipt when you ordered from your best friend, which resulted in him sending his coworker to you one day when you were again studying while waiting for him to get off. you looked up surprised when it wasn’t your personal delivery guy bringing you your drink, and were even more confused when you were handed a plastic cup instead of the regular porcelain one. then you noticed that there was something written on it with a sharpie.

if you’re reading this i’m in love with you.

you looked up at yeosang in shock - you barely even knew him! but he grinned at you and pointed at where mingi was unsuccessfully trying to hide behind the counter, making you realise just who had written the little note. you didn’t really know how to react - his shift wasn’t over yet and surrounded by customers wasn’t exactly the best situation for a serious conversation. but, once more to your surprise, the boy who’d delivered the cup to you went up to your best friend and told him to end early.

“it’s only like half an hour left anyway, i’ll deal.” you smiled at him with gratitude in your eyes as the tall boy slowly made his way towards you.

“do you want a reply right away or do you want to go home first?” from what you knew about him you knew his anxiety was probably eating him alive right now, but you also didn’t really want to talk about this in the middle of the street.

“let’s just go”, he replied, though he was still avoiding your gaze. you wanted to grab his hand, but you had to carry your stuff in one and the other was holding on to the cup with his confession; no way in hell were you going to throw that away. but then you realised he had his bag hanging over his shoulder, which left both his hands empty, made obvious by his nervous fiddling.

“can you carry my bag for me?”, you asked, and he immediately did. this gave you the chance to grab his hand and you smiled up at him as you gave it a reassuring squeeze. for the first time since you left he looked at you, and you could see the fear in his eyes. so you decided to hurry, not wanting him to have to deal with the anxiety by himself much longer.

you finally reached your place, and you didn’t even bother to take off your shoes when you got in before you asked him: “you confessed on a cup?” you tried to give him an appreciative smile, but to him it seemed more like a teasing one.

“well, i tried on your receipts, but you always threw them away without looking, so i just… didn’t know how else to.” he sounded so nervous, his deep voice trembling slightly, and you felt so bad.

“i didn’t know you’d written something there! i’m sorry”, you apologised, remorse apparent in your words, and this time it was his turn to smile at you reassuringly, though it wasn’t very convincing, his own anxiety making it hard for him to have any expression other than one of heart-crushing fear of your reaction.

“it’s fine. i could’ve just said something, too.”

you looked at the cup again, and you could see he’d tried his best to write prettily, which was why you hadn’t even recognised the handwriting as his at first. he’d really put in effort. and you were about to cry at how cute he was and how long he’d probably been trying to get your attention with his little notes and at all the cute confessions that were now in the trash and never to be seen again. but you stopped yourself before you got too sad at that thought, eyes focusing back on the message he’d left you.

“you mean this?”

“mm. i thought i should tell you.” his gaze was glued to the floor. “sorry i did it stupid like this though.”

you stared at him in shock. “take that back right now.”

“huh?” this wasn’t what he’d expected. he’d thought you’d turn him down or laugh at him or something, but not that you’d tell him to take it back.

“this is the sweetest thing ever and if you say it’s stupid one more time i’ll have to reconsider my feelings.”

this day was just full of surprises for him.

“your feelings?”

you smiled, holding the cup in front of his face with the message clearly readable to him. if you’re reading this i’m in love with you. and even though this technically confirmed that you reciprocated his feelings, he wanted to be sure.

“you mean it?” you nodded, looking him right in the eyes as you did so, hoping he could see that you were serious.

“pinky promise?” now you couldn’t help but laugh - this was such a mingi thing to do, making you pinky promise everything that held some importance to him. but it was another thing about him that made you fall in love with this idiot.

“pinky promise. silly.” the insult was more of a pet name, your voice almost as soft as your expression as you linked your pinky with his. after this he wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up with a lot more energy than you’d expected him to have after having just worked a full shift. but here he was, all but jumping up and down with you in his arms, and as much as you liked it you had to stop him.

“mingi! the cup!” too late. the rest of your hot chocolate had been emptied over him, serving as a rather unconventional hair treatment. you were both laughing as he let you down and you dragged him to your bathroom, insisting on washing his hair right there.

“it’s gonna get sticky if i don’t” was the reason you gave him, but really you just felt soft and affectionate and happy and wanted to be emotional without him being able to look at you while you said sappy things. so you had him take off his shirt (which had received some of the chocolate treatment as well) and kneel down in front of the shower while you rinsed his hair with warm water.

“is this temperature fine?” you’d checked it on your hand, but you knew that the scalp was always a different story.

“it’s nice. this is nice.” even though you couldn’t see it you knew he was smiling, and you smiled as well.

“you were actually scared i didn’t like you?”

“mm.” you laughed in disbelief.

“you’re incredible. i all but moved in at the café just to see you!”

“mm.”

“i let you choose the movies even though i know you’re gonna choose frozen for the fourth time this week!”

“it’s a good movie!”, he defended himself. but you weren’t done.

“i’ve had you over so much i might as well have you join me in the rent contract, you’ve become more essential for a good night’s sleep than my blanket, i regularly steal your clothes, i-”

he interrupted you, laughing. he knew that if you weren’t washing his hair right now, you’d be using your fingers to count just how many things you thought had been dead giveaways.

“okay, i get it. but you didn’t realise either, so we’re even.”

“mm.” you turned off the water and yelled at him not to move when he tried to get out the shower before you’d put a towel on his head.

“now you can move.”

“how generous”, he teased you before sitting up, making sure his shoulders were dry enough to not drip on the floor either.

“if you can’t appreciate this i don’t think you deserve the honour of dating me.” this time it was your turn to tease him, but you hadn’t anticipated the reaction you got. he turned around so quick that he almost fell on his butt, staring at you wide-eyed.

“dating you?” he sounded so shocked that you weren’t sure if he liked the idea or hated it. so you decided to keep joking just so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself if he didn’t want to.

“i was thinking about it, but now i don’t think i want to”, you said, pretending to be sulky. but it seemed like he was still so in shock that he didn’t catch on to the fact that you were joking.

“o-of course i appreciate this, and you! and you. i’m-” you hadn’t expected him to actually take you seriously, so it took a moment to realise that he did, but as soon as you did you interrupted him.

“i’m joking! i’m joking”, and as if to convince him you smiled at him, the smile you usually gave him when he’d forgotten to bring something you’d asked him to and felt guilty. the ‘it’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong, don’t worry’ smile.

“oh. so you’ll date me?”

“mm. but can you ask again? this isn’t very, like… romantic.” this time your smile was apologetic, but his was so bright you were sure that if you turned off the light right now you’d still be able to see perfectly.

he was still on the floor and made use of that as he shifted to be on one knee, looking up at you who was looking at him with a mix of shock, adoration and a held back laugh at his silliness on your face.

“y/n, will you be my girlfriend, wash my hair whenever someone spills their beverage on it, be there to remind me to not make a mess, and make me smile for as long as you can stand me?” mingi was being goofy to make it less awkward for the two of you, but you knew he meant it anyway, and even though you almost burst out laughing at his proposal your heart was beating faster than it should, your stomach feeling tingly and weird but in a good way.

“yes. now get up, you’ll get cold.” and with that you grabbed his hand, dragging him to your bed as you set up your laptop. it was time to watch frozen for the fifth time this week, but as you settled against your now-boyfriends warm chest and felt him kiss the top of your head with water dripping from his still wet hair onto your nose, you realised that you’d watch frozen every day for the rest of your life if that meant you’d get these situations for the rest of your life.

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clairecrive · 5 years ago

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“Let’s stay home|Quarantine AU”

Here it is guys! I know it’s a little later than usual but I’m actually happy with the outcome, I only hope you do too! i decided to take @ashesbelle suggestion and do a game night chapter. I knew it had a lot of potential and I did my best to make it fun. Feel free to always leave suggestions and ideas about this story! Anyway, next chapter it’s going to be Bane! ugh, can’t wait!

Tag list: @deaflikehawkeye, @mollybegger-blog, @evelynshelby, @br0ck-eddie, @of-love-and-of-the-sea, @sopxhiea, @fandom--0verdose, @shadow-of-wonder, @innerpaperexpertcloud (let me know if you wanna be added!)

If you lost a chapter: Masterpost

Chapter 3 - “Game night”

Adjusting to their new daily life hadn’t been so difficult as Emma would have thought. To be honest, the idea of living with three men had terrorized her a little, not because she was afraid or something, she knew she was safe with them, but because of what it implied. Emma had never been the perfect housewife kind of girl. She learned how to take care of herself and her house but that was that. Primal survival skills. Now she was stuck at home with three grown-up men and she suddenly wondered how it was going to go when it came to chores. She really hoped that they didn’t believe she was going to do all the work because if they did, well they better think twice. After the guys had settled in and rested after the long journey, well only Tommy actually since Eddie already lived in the city, Emma gathered them all in the kitchen.

“Since no one has left, I presume that you’ve all decided to spend this upcoming quarantine here,” she broke the ice, “although, you can still change your mind and catch a plane or a train before it’s too late.” she continued looking at each of them.

“Why does this feel like a kind of initiation?” Eddie mused suspiciously making Emma throw an ugly look at him.

“It’s not but I hope you understand that every one of you is involved and so has to lend a hand,” she continued. However, she could see that they weren’t really following her so she decided to be more direct. “I’m talking about house chores guys.”

Emma watched as realization washed over their faces and to her surprise, there was no trace of reluctance.

“Of course pet, don’t even have to say it,” Alfie mumbled crossing his arms on his chest making Emma send a sweet smile his way. She had always known that when it came to lending a hand Alfie had never refused nor complained.

“Whatever you want my lady.” Eddie, of course, complied sarcastically while Tommy only nodded. Emma knew that he had been taking care of himself for a while now, her heart would always clench in apprehension for him at the fact and this current situation was no different. She was happy that he was here though, she would make sure that he was doing okay.

“Wonderful. Now, let’s get to business, what do we want to eat tonight?”

***

After everyone agreed that it was definitely the right night to order some pizza, Emma had called her trusted pizza place down the road. They were still enjoying the food when Alfie came up with a tremendous idea: playing board games.

“Absolutely not.” Emma posed her veto already imagining hundreds of ways in which it could be wrong.

“Why, are you afraid of losing?” Alfie, never the missing the chance to take the piss on her, mocked her.

“Board games are the recipe for the perfect disaster. You all transform into children when you play. And maybe you have forgotten Alfred but we’re going to live together for a while.” She glared at him, explaining her point of view as a matter of factly.

“She just knows that she’s going to lose.” Again, Alfie taunted her looking at Tommy for his support but he didn’t go along with him. Emma did her best to fought the sudden voice in her head that pushed her to prove him wrong. However, she knew that she needed to be the one to keep the balance and if she played, there was a slight chance that she’d got carried away and then she wasn’t sure what could happen. Alfie loved provoking her and putting her on edge, and she was competitive and prone to angry outbursts when she played. That wasn’t a good match. Knowing this, she took a deep breath forcing herself to calm down and ignored him.

“You can play if you want, I think there’s Risiko and a few other board games in my room. I think I’ll pass.” She informed them, looking at Tommy while she spoke.

She left the kitchen with their dirty plates while the guys discussed to choose which game they were going to play. While she threw away the remnants of food, she heard Eddie explain that he couldn’t play because he had a deadline to meet. So Tommy and Alfie were left to pick up a game and they settled for Risiko. Emma smirked at their choice knowing it was Alfie’s way of winning easy.

They went looking for the game and then started arranging the board and their armies on it. A while into the game though, Alfie was rather disappointed to realize that he was in fact losing. Every time they would come to battle, Tommy would manage to get bigger numbers than him. A little suspicious, if you asked him. But decided to stay quiet for the time being and study his opponent instead.

Meanwhile, Emma had settled on the couch beside the table they were playing on so that she could keep an eye on them and get a little work done at the same time. She wasn’t really paying them attention but every once in a while she would glance at the board and notice in amusement how Alfie was definitely losing. An angry puff would leave his lips from time to time whenever Tommy would beat him but he hadn’t said anything yet. She wondered how long was he going to last. She knew Tommy was pretty stoic but Alfie definitely wasn’t. It was only a matter of time before he would snap. She could almost see him filling up and ready to spill.

“Oi mate, that’s enough cheatin’ from ya.” And as Emma predicted, here it was. He didn’t last long after all. Alfie bellowed outraged, his cockney accent thick, and Tommy was getting really fed up with him. Even if he was a master of keeping his cool, Emma could see by the way he was nervously drumming his fingers on the table.

“Listen, pal, I’m not cheating. If you don’t know how to lose then you shouldn’t play.”

Between Tommy’s stone-cold stare and Alfie’s temper, it was a really good match, one Emma was amused to witness but wary at the same time. Watching them cat fighting over their lost army, she decided to leave to it a little longer before intervening. And when Alfie threatened that maybe it was better to show who was stronger outside, she finally spoke up.

“Okay guys, that’s enough.” Putting her laptop away from her lap, she lifted to sit on the couch rather than laying down.

“Yes Thomas, that’s fucking enough. Start playin fair, will ya?” Alfie complained totally misreading Emma’s words and was starting to go on a rant regarding how it was always the Thomas that would start trouble and fucking cheating. However, Emma had already heard this speech one time too much and stopped him.

“Alfie,” trying to keep a smile away from her face she made him look at her, “Risiko is a game of luck. Everything is decided with a roll of the dice, Tommy’s not cheating,” she explained calmly not wanting him to feel like he was being scolded.

“The fuck it is, it’s a game of tactic and plannin. It’s fucking war, innit?” Alfie stood his ground, getting only worked up since he felt that Emma was taking Tommy’s side. The latter though, jumped at the occasion to get away from him as soon as Emma spoke up. Tommy didn’t do arguments nor drama. That was one of the reasons him and Emma got along so well.

“Do you decide how many of your tanks go down in a fight with dice too in war?” Getting the tutting tone out of her voice was getting harder and harder for Emma. She knew Alfie though, and she was very aware of his stubbornness. However, Emma couldn’t help but consider him adorable in that moment. With his face scrunched up for the building anger, and the scowl on his lips because he wasn’t getting his way, he much resembled a child. A petulant one but an adorable one nonetheless.

“Fucking hell,” were the only words that Emma could hear given that the others mashed up in one incomprehensible mumble.

“C’mon Alfie, stop trying to prove that your gun is bigger than Tommy’s,” Emma dismissed him getting back to the article she needed to write while Tommy, who had sat on the love seat next to the couch she was on, tried to cover his snort with a cough. However, without wanting to, Emma had only managed to anger him more.

“Why would I pet, right, fucking wast me time in proving something you already know?” He hissed this time, anger filling every fibre of his body. Arching one of eyebrows, Tommy mocked him without actually speaking up but Alfie paid him no mind. His eyes were fixed on Emma.

Letting out a sigh, Emma moved her laptop on her side, again. She knew that she had been dragged in now and that Alfie wouldn’t let her be before settling this.

“I already know, you say.” She just pointed out. She didn’t want to argue but couldn’t walk away either.

“You ‘aven’t seen his, right? So you can’t really fucking say can ya? You know my gun’s big tho’.”

“And how do you know I haven’t?” She taunted and this time Alfie froze, taking in her implication, his eyes moving from her to Tommy multiple times as if he was deciding if she was serious or not.

“Yer fucking takin the piss now.” He decided that there couldn’t have been something of that nature between them.

“She ain’t. We’re lovers fo’ a while.” Tommy jumped in and confirmed Emma’s words. Neither of them spoke for a while and Emma thought that the conversation had been ended that way. However, she was surprised to find out that they’re both looking expectantly at her.

“Forget it. I’m not going this.” God, what did she put herself into…

“You fucking are,” Alfie stated, “C’mon Em. He’s a big lad, he can take it.” Oh Alfie, ever so cocky. Emma looked at Tommy for support but was had had enough. This man was way too cocky for his liking. It was time to put him in his place.

“C’mon Emma, tell us.” To her amazement, Tommy actually agreed with Alfie. If the situation wasn’t so bloody embarrassing, she would have been proud of them for cooperating.

“Okay then, pull your pants down.” She said hoping to deter them in this way.

“Fucking what?” Alfie protested while Tommy just stared at her. She was basing her tactic to the innate discomfort that all straight men seemed to have in being naked around another naked guy. She hoped it would work and in the meantime, she would enjoy the unease on their face. That’ll teach them to put her in this position.

“C’mon big guy, are you bucking down?” Surprising them both, Tommy taunted Alfie turning to him. It seemed he had taken it personal.

“Are you homo or somefing mate? Don’t want ya staring at me.”

“She’s the only one who has to look, man. I’m not interested. At all.” Tommy pointed out with a roll of his eyes and turned back to face Emma that watched their exchange in fascination. But it was getting late and she was getting tired of all of this.

“You know what?” coming up with a way to put an end to this, she got up from the couch and approached them. Without missing a beat, her hands gripped both of their packs making them gasp in surprise. “See? Everything is where it’s supposed to be and I reckon you both know how to use it. That’s all that matters right?” She patronizingly tutted at them, finishing all by patting gently their face.

Emma then turned to gather her stuff and left the room like nothing happened, leaving behind her two very stunned and slightly aroused men. This had only been the first night of living together and it already had proven interesting. Seems like they were in for a wild ride.

#let's stay home #quarantine AU #alfie solomons #eddie brock #tommy conlon #alfie solomons fanfiction #alfie solomons fanfic #eddie brock fanfiction #tommy conlon fanfiction #alfie solomons x oc #eddie brock x oc #tommy conlon x oc #game night #risiko

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thespiralgrimoire · 5 years ago

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I didn’t have room for it in my other ask but I would love Coral Peacock Nebra, yes please!

OKAY I've been thinking about this one since you sent it and also I had to draw it so here we go

Coral Peacock Nebra

So imagine that instead of having her head shoved all the way up Nozel's ass, Nebra decides that she doesn't want to spend her life in her brother's shadow, and wants to make her own path. She's got her pick of any squad she wants, and she entertains all of them, to Nozel's growing anxiety. It’s fun to make big brother sweat.

While 15-year-old Nebra is busy torturing Nozel with what squad she will join, Nozel sits down for tea with Dorothy. He rants and raves about the dangers Nebra could put herself in if she's not under HIS watch, but pushing back will only make her resist harder! It's a lose-lose for him! How can he ever assure her safety when she wants to join a squad that will treat her like everybody else?

Dorothy, who is a little high and very wise when she's a little high, is like, dude. I'm right here?

In Nozel's panic, he didn't consider that an offer to a squad would be far too tantalizing for Nebra to ignore, because while she will be admitted into any squad she picks, nobody is inviting her.

So Dorothy just. Invites Nebra. And Nebra, whose confidence is made of straw, is absolutely flabbergasted. She accepts on the spot.

Being a coral peacock is a pretty rude awakening for Nebra, because while Dorothy promised Nozel that she’d handle her delicately, she does not handle her as delicately as Nozel would. Nebra is made acutely aware of her weaknesses, which she does not like at all. There are tears. There are tantrums. There are thoughts of just quitting and leaning into being a wall flower for the House Silva. At least that way she wouldn’t get her feelings hurt and her ass kicked.

Then Dorothy takes her aside and, in her usual bubbly way, tells her to chill the fuck out and train. People get better at things when they work at them, Dorothy reminds her. And Nebra’s like, Incomprehensible, have a horrible day.

But her failures mount and despite her growing embarrassments, she can’t convince herself to quit. It’s technically allowed, but wouldn’t it be more embarrassing than trying this “work on it” thing? She does not know, and at this point she’s too afraid to ask. So, humbled to her breaking point, she asks Dorothy for help. And Dorothy could not be happier.

Dorothy planned to pair her with a more experienced knight with a liquid affinity, but Nebra makes it very clear that she is Attached to Dorothy. Dorothy’s not sure how that happened, but if she makes Nozel’s little sister cry one more time, she might lose his trust. It’s just better to give in and train the brat herself.

Shockingly, Nebra derives the same comfort of solitude from Glamor World as Nozel does s/. It’s kind of a pain, but Dorothy fits training sessions into her schedule. And what do you know? Nebra starts coming along! She’s actually pretty good at this “working on it” thing, and that makes training fun for both of them.

Nebra is thriving as a Coral Peacock. Her confidence is soaring, her attitude problem is checked, and she’s getting stronger by the day. Nozel is, admittedly, shocked. He was hoping for the best, but he was always low-key expecting that Nebra would come crawling back on her hands and knees. Not that he’s disappointed, but he does kind of miss his little sister...

Dorothy is loving this. Not only does she have a well-trained royal raising her star numbers, she’s also got a little sister! One who knows all sorts of juicy details about her best friend! This really couldn’t have worked out better.

Anyway, there’s no way that Nebra doesn’t steal Dorothy’s look eventually, even if she’s not a witch and also not a dream magic user. She liked the hat so she got herself one. Hers has cherry blossom petals on it. It’s purple.

#nebra silva #nozel silva #dorothy unsworth #black clover #spinda tea #my art #shinyshammie #haha kinda said a lot here didn't I #well listen #this is a good idea #it would be good for nebra #tell me I'm wrong #you can't #enjoy my draw #coral peacock nebra

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voidcat · 4 years ago

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of Pamphlets & Bass Guitars

– The Impromptu Debate

Word Count: 1.2k

I’ll add my actual Author’s Notes at the end to clear things up & not spoil the chapter.

Pamphlets (ch3) | chapter 4 | chapter 5 (coming soon)

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Your eyes trail on the each face in the room. The group of boys first, they all look so smug and sure of themselves. You want to punch those expressions off their faces. Then the teachers and the vice principal, each with a face that says “I can’t believe I’m wasting my time here.”. Its still a wonder to you why some people choose a career involving the young and education when they clearly dislike it.

Eyes going through the room, examining one by one, avoiding the not-so-kind gazed of girls who only increase in minutes. With dread, your eyes find Oikawa’s at last.

Maybe a minute of staring and you sign in defeat. “Okay, go on. Tell me how you got that scar, you brave war hero.”

“So you see, it was around lunch break when I walked into those assholes with a scheme as low as themselves. Usually when a girl alone walked by, one of them drops something or pretends to walk into them, make something that will cause the girl to bend or pick something up from the ground. And the rest just enjoy- what did they call it again?... ‘The show’.” He says the last part with finger quotes.

“And what? You watched the pull this crap all break?”

“No, no! I came at them the moment I first saw it. I learnt the full story from one of them, during a poorly attempted comeback. And as you can see-“ hand showing his bruise again “-it ended in a fight.”

You just give him an unconvinced look. Just how stupid does he think you are, thinking you’d fall for such a badly written story…

“Look, believe me or not, it’s what happened. Hell! Ask Iwa-Chan, anyone knows he hates lying, he saw it happen too.”

“Oikawa, he is your best friend.”

“A best friend who never shows that to me obviously. He wouldn’t lie even if his life was on the line.” He has a point, you can’t help but think. Iwaizumi was known for always following the rules, despite being friends with that seaweed-for-brains.

“Whatever, I’ll mention this if I can find an opening for it. We need proof or a witness though and I don’t see Iwaizumi-san anywhere.”

“I’ll get him if needed, don’t ya worry your pretty head about it!- Ouch!” Maybe Not your strongest hit but a hit on the arm is enough to shut him up. From the way he keeps [ovalamak] his arm, it’s clear your message is received.

After a not so long wait, you begin speaking without addressing anyone in the room. If they want an unofficial debate, that’s what you will give them. No respect to those who don’t respect or care for others.

“I can begin my speech with years long of patriarchy and how it shaped and affected society. But it’d be too long and we’d all be dead before it could ever be finished. I can mention the long going cases of abuse, harassment, rape and murder. How it’s always the victim blamed when it’s convenient yet how everyone goes silent when the said victim is found in a “modest” set of clothing or make up. But this, is however, is a very grim topic and can affect some of us here badly. Honestly, it is quite unbelievable how we have to defend why we want more open clothing options. The other side are only here because they like to watch girls with long legs walk, they like to peep at our skirts, bother and harass us then go and say how it is not their fault since the skirts are too short. If I really have to present a recent harassment case like this, I have Oikawa Tooru as a witness and some girls who were direct targets. I’ve noticed how some of our teachers like to think we exaggerate the things we have to endure almost on a daily basis. Give the option of skirts and pants for everyone, equally. So the next time it happens, because it will happen, as sad as it sounds, we will have proof that we were never exaggerating in the first place.” By the time you’re done talking, you notice you’re out of breath.

Watching the teachers whisper among themselves and ‘the opposite side’ texting on their phones as if they’re here for nothing, you can sense Oikawa vibrating with energy and enthusiasm. “Good job cap.” He whispers your way. You just nod in response and turn to look at the girls here. Some of them have an incomprehensible expression on their faces. You can guess the why of it.

Half an hour of whispering and arguing, you get an answer as close to a yes. Everyone starts leaving one by one as you wait for the crowd to dispense. For some reason, so does Oikawa.

As you two walk outside, he crosses his arms behind his head, giving you a side glance. “So what do you say… Would you like to come watch me practice?” And as expected, he finishes with a wink.

“I’d rather get shipped to Antarctica.” With that, you walk away without sparring a glance.

“Hello Iwaizumi-san.” He looks surprised to see you. Makes sense, you suppose. You don’t recall a time you came to Seiji’s classroom to talk to someone that wasn’t him.

“Oh, hello. Did you need something?”

“In a matter of fact, yes. Yesterday when you were talking to Oikawa… Why did you act like that and sighed after seeing me?” He avoids your gaze at the question then sighs as if a long and tiring day at work has just come to an end.

“Nothing serious, really. Shittykawa here has developed a new, what I’m hoping to be another, short-lived obsession. This time on that anonymous writer.” He looks at you once before continuing. “Except, it has gotten worse in the past week. At first it was finding out the person behind it. Crazy theories and all. And now, for some reason, he is convinced that person is you. Naturally, when I saw him yesterday, I thought it was another attempt of his ‘undercover’ operations.”

You don’t breath out a single word during the entire time. You can feel your palms starting to sweat. Just how exactly did he get so close to it? Was that what yesterday was all about? How long have his undercover research or whatever been going? How much does he know? With a rushed ‘thank you’ to Iwaizumi and you walk out of the classroom.

Is that worry you’re feeling? Fear?

Why would you? What could he have against you to use?

You consider going to Seiji, discuss it with him, have a plan or a set of actions to follow. As you start walking, you’re stopped by a hand on your shoulder.

“There she is! The man of the hour! How are you today you feral beast? Oikawa told us how you lashed out at ‘em yesterday, givin’ a taste of your poison…”

You don’t respond. You don’t even hear Makki talk.

Eyes glued to a spot ahead of you, almost hidden by the shadows. And there stands Oikawa Tooru, staring at you with a look you can only call ‘hostile’.

A/N: Hello! I think the “debate” or whatever you want to call it in this chapter may sound unconvincing to some people so I wanted to clear some things up.

I hope this doesn’t sound braggy but I was attending a high school that was in the top 5 in the country for years and most of our interactions with the administration went like this. Bureaucracy almost never worked, you could file in a report or a letter of complaint about an issue but it’d usually go unnoticed. (We legit protested the principal of that year one morning, it made the news and pissed of the bigots in the country ahahah.)

Also there was a harassment case one year, this happened among underclassmen (9th graders, I was a senior) and we didn’t hear of it until it was too late to do something. What happened was worse than what I wrote here but yea there was a fight involved too lol. So yeah,, my point is things like that happen. The teachers usually don’t give a shit about the students and some students look after one another to cover up their messes. I wanted the reader’s opening speech to be something better but with the recent news in the country, I feel emotionally and mentally exhausted, sorry.

I hope this wasn’t so long and thank you if you read til the end. Feel free to send in asks, worries, talk about your day in the ask box etc etc. I’m always open to ranting & talking.

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kokuyo-gang · 5 years ago

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On the KHR! guardians

Ok, so ranting time!

Feels like I’ve been away from the KHR! fandom these past couple years, but no, I really wasn’t. I have been busy, yes, but I always kept track of everything related to the series whether it was new merchandise or the stage plays or new illustrations by Amano-sensei, I even managed to buy the complete manga when it was translated into Spanish and sold here in my country, I was always there lurking in the dark for my favorite series and characters in the world.

Anyway, I am having a magical comeback this time to rant about something that keeps bothering me a lot about the series, and that is the lack of development and the lost potential it has. Now, I’m not here to talk about the ending (which I probably will someday in the future) but to discuss a very specific part of the whole plot that always bothered me because it was good, it had great potential, but we never got to actually see it or have a deeper explanation or exemplification of it, that is THE BOND BETWEEN GUARDIANS.

Ok, let me clarify. It is explained to us (more like mentioned to us, but whatever) that all Vongola guardians share a specific type of bond dictated by what element is predominant in them: Gokudera is the storm, Yamamoto the rain, Hibari the clouds, etc. These not only represent them as the guardians of the sky but also reflect the personality that each of them has and the role they play within the family. We’re good up to here, it was shown to us several times how each of the character’s specific personality served in one way or in another to fulfill their roles as guardians. Yamamoto always being there to calm things out, Hibari coming to help whenever he decided it was his moment to do so, Ryohei always trying to keep the positive and straightforward attitude the characters desperately needed at times, etc., I’m not going deep in examples because I’ll never finish so I’m just mentioning these as general ideas.

Now let’s take a look at this:

Reborn talks clearly about how their sky elements (at this point the flames weren’t introduced to the story yet) make the guardians have some sort of connection to each other, and these connections mold their relationships. And yeah, it is quite obvious that we can assume which guardians have a connection: there wouldn’t be storm without rain and lightning for example, or the sun is covered by the clouds, and so on. Also some kind of diagram is shown to let us now that these connections EXIST, that they aren’t something Reborn just thought and metaphored about in that moment, but something real that neither we or the characters were explained about profoundly. Let’s see the next part of this chapter:

Alright here we have the “explanation”, but again this is something we could have assumed, and most likely did. The same thing happens with the bond between Yamamoto and Gokudera and Lambo and Gokudera. We see them interacting constantly, we understand that Gokudera cares about Lambo as a big brother and that Yamamoto is there to accompany Gokudera and help him think carefully about his actions. We get the picture. And no, I’m not complaining in any way about this, it’s actually the opposite, I love that something like this is given to us because it makes us have stronger feelings about the characters and their relationships. I’d be lying if I said that I never fangirled when Lambo and Gokudera had a brother-like interaction, or whenever Hibari and Ryohei were shown together, or even when Yamamoto and Chrome exchanged words, but why is that? Because I knew, WE knew that part of all of this was because of the bond they were “destined” to share. Yet we never got to see the true meanings of these bonds.

Again, we had some interactions between characters, we had the knowledge that there was something there, something deeper that made some of them somehow compatible and something that made others repel each other, but we never were shown exactly why, or who, or how this bonds worked. We can guess them, yes, but on paper they aren’t really explored deeply, and I think this was a huge loss of maybe plot or character development devices. I know I would have loved to see how was it that the sky bonded with each and every one of his guardians and how deep this bond was. What about Ryohei being Tsuna’s light and hope when everything seemed lost, or Hibari and Chrome being his strongest protectors (parting from the fact the clouds and mist make it difficult for the sky to be seen). Maybe Lambo being a manifestation of Tsuna’s anger when he wasn’t able, or allowed to because of his position, to show it himself. I mean, there are tons of ways of exploring this! And we only got to see the tip of the iceberg! Even the Simon flames and their relationship with Enma felt better explained.

Is it just me that would have enjoyed reading and finding out how these bonds worked? How the first generation shaped them, to begin with? How some of the characters interacted outside of battles and mafia-related situations? How they felt about the connections they had with this or that guardian? Which guardians were absolutely bond together by something incomprehensible? Maybe the fact that even in reality certain person would usually be a total pain to deal with but for some reason they couldn’t tolerate the fact of them being hurt or apart? And the opposite, the fact that they knew they liked and enjoyed the company of one of the guardians, but they never felt the same connection they had with other or others. I don’t know, this starts to sound like some sort of soulmates AU now, hehe. But hey, that would be awesome too!

I’d love to hear your thoughts about this. I might have missed lots of examples from the manga and the anime, so let me know if I did, and tell me how you headcanon the bonds and connections between the guardians, or if you have an explanation of why some of them have the relationship they have and how this is related to their attributes. Also, show me that this fandom still lives even though we all may have moved to different ones! I remember the main reason I joined Tumblr was precisely because of the KHR! fandom and I really don’t want to lose that because I met awesome people in it. Oh! And thank you for reading all of this too!

#KHR!#Katekyo Hitman Reborn!#Katekyo Hitman Reborn #Reborn!#Galu rants about khr!#long post

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gb-fics · 5 years ago

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Yutaka ... Give Me Your Bicycle

Fanfiction:

Kiryuuin Shou x Kyan Yutaka (Golden Bomber)

Note: So, I already did a fic for “ Tatsuo⋯yome wo ore ni kure” as you may recall, but since the new album also contains a version with Kirisho on vocals, I thought I’d do one for him as well. The joke is that at the end of the song, Kenji says “Aishiteru” (”I love you”), whereas Kirisho says “Bicycle”. In Japanese the pronouncation would sound more similar, so please keep that in mind while reading (^-^)

Kiryuuin Shou had led the past 35 years of his life convinced that he did not deserve happiness. That did not mean he had lived in self-hate and utter torture so far. He hadn’t been unhappy, at least not lately since the band had really worked out for all of them. But deep down, he had believed he would never experience what it meant to wake up next to the man he loved, to fight with him over whose turn it was to clean the dishes or to snuggle up to him after an exhausting day. The problem wasn’t that Shou felt ugly and unlovable, though sometimes he did, on the bad days, but rather, that he had fallen in love with the wrong man. He had thought that there was no point in confessing, because he didn’t stand a chance anyway.

Things had changed, though, two days ago – when Kyan Yutaka had kissed him.

It had been a kiss on the cheek, Shou had to admit that, and it hadn’t lasted especially long. But there had been no one else around as Yutaka wished him a good night after rehearsal, so it hadn’t been staged. The kiss had come out of nowhere and it had seemed affectionate and tender in a way that had made Shou wonder, if maybe, just maybe, he did deserve happiness after all.

Unfortunately, there was only one way to find out.

He had thought about the words for years already. He had developed speeches of love and longing and despair and then slashed them, until only the bare minimum remained. “Kyan Yutaka, I love you, please don’t hate me”, was pretty much all that was left of his fear and frustration and hope. It was a pretty accurate summary of everything Shou had felt in the last 15 years.

He took in a deep breath, as everyone got ready to leave for the car outside.

Shou had thought about the words again today. He knew that he had to get them out, even if it meant risking their friendship and maybe even their band activities. Neither of them had mentioned the kiss. Of course, it had only been a kiss on the cheek. Maybe it had been nothing but casual to Yutaka. Or maybe it hadn’t.

“Yutaka, can I talk to you for a moment, before you go?”, Shou called out.

He remembered how bad the stage fright had been in the early years. This felt worse. His throat was tight, his face hot. But he would have to get over with it, once and for all. Just to know if happiness was in reach, or if he had to settle for less. Either way, he finally had to know for sure. It was hope that killed him slowly.

“Yeah, sure”, Yutaka said and shrugged.

None of them was wearing makeup today. Yutaka’s eyes looked large anyway. Shou wondered if maybe he should have picked another day to confess. A day, on which he wore makeup himself. A day, on which he felt less ugly and more lovable.

Yutaka stood in the middle of the room, waiting for everyone else to leave. Shou wondered how he managed to look so relaxed, just standing there. Yutaka’s arms never seemed to get in the way, his posture never looked as if his brain didn’t quite know how to arrange his limbs to make them appear natural. Yutaka stood like his body was actually a part of himself. Shou had always envied him for that.

“So …”, he said and cleared his throat.

It made him anxious that Yutaka looked so relaxed.

Yutaka was anxious, but he tried to look relaxed.

Shou was clearly nervous about whatever he wanted to address.

Yutaka really hoped it wouldn’t be the kiss.

He didn’t know what had gotten into him that day. He only knew that Shou had looked gorgeous and that no one else had been around and that Yutaka had wanted to kiss him for a long time already. He was just glad he had ended up kissing him on the cheek. A kiss on the cheek could still be ignored and never mentioned again, whereas a kiss on the lips would possibly have led to them no longer talking to each other at all. The way it was now, it didn’t have to turn awkward. At least for as long as Shou didn’t decide to talk about it.

“There is something I wanted to ask you. Or tell you. Not ask, though a reaction would be nice. I mean, it’s more of a tell thing, but a question is implied. I’m pretty sure you will figure the question, or I will figure the answer by your reaction, or I can just add the question in the end, if you are confused or, you know, you just tell me how you feel about it once I’m done, so I guess the question would be how do you feel about it? Now you know the question but not what I want to tell you and …”

“Ssshh”, Yutaka said and held up his hand to stop Shou’s babbling.

The words were coming too fast and Yutaka had troubles catching them. He figured that Shou wanted to tell him something. That hopefully meant it wasn’t about the kiss. Unless Shou wanted to tell him that he had felt uncomfortable about it. But why would he ask Yutaka how he felt about Shou feeling uncomfortable? It did not really make sense and Shou’s fast, anxious way of speaking made Yutaka anxious, too.

“Just tell me”, Yutaka inquired. He spoke too harshly, as always when he got nervous. In Shou’s presence, he got nervous a lot.

Shou avoided Yutaka’s gaze. His eyes looked small without makeup and somehow lost in his large face. He looked frightened, but then Shou often looked like that and it did not have to correspond with what he wanted to say necessarily. He kept moving his arms around as if he wasn’t quite sure what to do with them. Yutaka always had the feeling that Shou wore his body like an ill-fitting piece of clothing. Sometimes, he wished to just wrap his arms around Shou and hold him until he felt at ease.

“I had those … feelings for a while already”, Shou said. He was still talking fast and moreover mumbling now. His voice started to slur sometimes when he hurried to get out the words. Yutaka wasn’t sure if he really had said “feelings”. He might have said “problems” as well, or “pebbles”.

Yutaka’s mind drifted off, wondering what kind of issue Shou could possibly have with pebbles.

“Therefore, I understand if it’s a bother to you”, Shou said, a little more clearly. Yutaka realized that he had missed some of Shou’s incomprehensible muttering in between by thinking about pebbles too hard.

“And it’s alright if you don’t … “ Here the muttering started again and Yutaka assumed that Shou was either considering to buy a boat, adopt a dog or asked Yutaka to please not break up the band if he was taken aback. Since Yutaka did not know what he should be taken aback about (had it something to do with pebbles?), he guessed it had to be one of the first two options.

He smiled and nodded, not sure what Shou wanted from him. He was just glad he wasn’t trying to address the kiss. That would have been awkward. If Shou had for example asked him, why Yutaka had kissed him on the cheek, he wouldn’t have been able to come up with a proper explanation. He could hardly tell Shou that he had somehow, well, been in love with him those past years, could he?

Shou vented on in what seemed to be self-accusation, but since Yutaka wasn’t sure what he was accusing himself of, he had no idea how to sooth him. Slowly, he was starting to dread the moment, Shou would close his rant and expect a reaction from him. Yutaka had figured that “yes, you should definitely do that” would be the best option, but by now he wasn’t so sure anymore. Shou really seemed excited. Whatever he was talking about, he surely was emotionally invested.

Yutaka furrowed his brow and tried to concentrate harder. He really needed to listen to Shou more closely to understand his muttering monologue, instead of just staring at his lips, that looked so full and kissable and if Yutaka leaned in a little, he might very well kiss Shou – for real this time – and he would shut up and maybe Yutaka’s answer wouldn’t be so important anymore.

“So, what I really wanted to tell you with all this, I guess …”, Shou closed and inhaled deeply. Then he said very hurriedly: “I … you, I mean … Bicycle.”

Yutaka beamed at him with relief.

At least he had been able to make out one word clearly. Now it all made sense. Shou was ridiculously bad at asking other people for favours, that was probably why he had been so nervous and scared to bother Yutaka. The best thing about finally understanding what he wanted, was that Shou had definitely not talked about the kiss, which meant he wasn’t angry at Yutaka, which meant Yutaka had not ruined their friendship forever.

Luckily, all that Shou wanted to do, was to borrow Yutaka’s bicycle.

“Sure!”, Yutaka said, beaming at him.

Shou assumed the beaming was a good sign. It had been difficult to get out the words and he had gotten muddled in his own speech several times, putting in more apologies than was necessary. But it was out. I love you. It was finally out. And Yutaka didn’t seem angry, he didn’t seem grossed out. He seemed happy, though it was not the kind of happy you’d expect of someone who had gotten a confession by their crush. Yutaka looked happy in a way you’d look happy when they played a song you liked – not your favourite song, mind you – on the radio.

Shou wasn’t quite sure what to do with that reaction.

At first, he had felt relieved. Relieved, that he would no longer have to keep it a secret, relieved that the constant fear of slipping up was lifted off his shoulders now.

But as Yutaka kept quiet, just grinning at him, Shou started to feel tense again.

What the fuck did that mean?

“So …?”, he started carefully.

“You want to come back to my place and get it immediately?”, Yutaka asked.

Shou blinked.

Yutaka wanted him to come back to his place and … get it? Now, that was a way to put it.

His body posture was still relaxed. He was smiling and looking right at Shou.

Shou cast down his eyes. He wished the ground would swallow him whole, so he didn’t have to meet Yutaka’s eyes.

Of course, he wanted to go back to Yutaka’s place, of course he wanted to kiss him, to touch him, to let Yutaka do absolutely anything he wanted to do with his body, but admitting it didn’t come to him as easily as it came to Yutaka.

Shou wasn’t shy. At least, when it came to talking sexual matters. But the fact that Yutaka seemed almost indifferent to it, made him feel embarrassed nonetheless. Yutaka had invited him over like he was offering him a coffee. That probably meant he would be casual about the sex, too. Shou had been so busy worrying about Yutaka’s possible reaction to his confession, that he hadn’t really gotten any further with worrying yet. Sure, he wanted sex with Yutaka, but Yutaka’s nonchalance made him wonder if he was ready for it yet. Even if it sounded corny, he didn’t want to fuck Yutaka. He wanted to make love to him. Which didn’t mean it had to be tender and romantic. He just wanted to do it, knowing that Yutaka returned his feelings. Even if Yutaka didn’t return his feelings, he still kind of wanted to do it, though. He’d just prefer it otherwise.

Shou swallowed hard.

“Right now?”, he assured.

He hoped that Yutaka would add something like “I love you, too” maybe, or rather, pretty much exactly that. But anything that sounded affectionate would have done, really.

If Yutaka invited him over for sex, that probably meant he liked Shou. At least, he found him physical attractive. And since they were friends, Yutaka would surely not just use him for sex after a confession. He wouldn’t toy with Shou’s feelings like that and risk him getting hurt. So, his invitation had to mean he liked Shou back. Shou wished he’d say it, though, just to make sure.

“Yeah, why not?”, Yutaka said and shrugged. “I mean, I don’t know how urgently you need it.”

Shou felt his cheeks heating up once again. He thought of how urgently he wanted to get laid with Yutaka. The answer was almost frightening and he really hoped Yutaka wasn’t seriously expecting him to answer. He’d be shocked at the sheer level of urgency.

“Alright, let’s go”, Shou confirmed, trying to imitate Yutaka’s nonchalant tone of voice. He didn’t manage quite so well.

The moment he decided to have sex with Yutaka, he started stressing, too. Would it be what he imagined it to be? Would Yutaka be disappointed in him, once they did it? Would Shou be disappointed, because he expected too much? Would he be able to relax, until Yutaka finally said it back? Or would he keep worrying how Yutaka actually felt about him, so much that he would be unable to focus on anything else and he’d blow his only chance to ever get physical with Yutaka?

He thought of inquiring a definite statement from Yutaka as they walked over to the car park, where the white van was waiting for them.

But if Yutaka hadn’t said it until now, he probably didn’t want to say it. Maybe he would feel pressured, if Shou demanded a confession from him. Maybe he’d pull back his offer for sex. Maybe he’d get angry at Shou. Maybe, he’d start hating him.

Shou decided it was best to settle for what he got. Yutaka had asked him over to his place. He could have been a bit more sensitive about it, that was for sure, but if it meant he liked Shou just a little, that would surely be enough. It had to be enough.

Jun and Kenji were sitting at the back of the van, leaving the seats right behind the driver to Shou and Yutaka. Yutaka got in first, sitting down by the window.

“You can drop me off at Yutaka’s place as well”, Shou told the driver from their staff. “I’ll get home from there myself.”

The car started. Everyone kept quiet.

Shou shuffled on his seat uncomfortable.

It was normal for them to not chat on their way back home after work. They were all tired and had spent the day together already. There was nothing left to say and no energy left to say it either. But today, the silence seemed heavier, more daunting. It left a lot of space for thoughts.

Shou looked over to Yutaka. Yutaka was looking out the window.

Shou wasn’t sure what he had expected, but Yutaka was not paying attention to him at all.

Maybe, Shou told himself, he just didn’t want to display their new relationship in front of the others already. But then he didn’t seem cold. He rather seemed disinterested. While Shou felt nervous, Yutaka seemed completely calm and almost bored, watching their surroundings outside pass by. He did not seem very excited about the thought of having sex with Shou shortly. Shou couldn’t help to feel offended by it.

He kept thinking of Yutaka’s body and what it would be like to touch him. He himself felt pretty excited about it.

The car pulled to a halt, letting out Jun first.

Everyone muttered their tired goodbyes. Yutaka did not even turn his head. He kept looking out the window.

If he really liked Shou, he’d be excited by now, wouldn’t he? Yutaka’s attitude seemed to imply that the whole thing didn’t mean much to him. Maybe he just viewed it as a convenient chance for sex indeed? It was possible he thought Shou was so desperate for him – that he “needed it so urgently” – that he would be alright with it, even if Yutaka didn’t return his feelings otherwise. But if that was the case, why hadn’t he said so explicitly? Had he assumed it was so obvious, that Shou would understand him immediately? Had Yutaka assumed it was so obvious that Shou was impossible to love, that he hadn’t even bothered to clarify it was just about sex?

The car stopped short again, this time to drop off Kenji. Still, Yutaka did not turn his head.

They were alone now. Sure, there was their driver, but he sat in front of them, not able to watch them. If Yutaka chose to display a little affection now, no one would notice.

But Yutaka kept looking out the window.

Well, Shou figured that asking him over for sex, did mean that they had some kind of relationship now. Therefore, it should be alright to display some affection. Maybe Yutaka hadn’t quite realized that was what Shou wanted yet (though the statement “I love you” did not really leave room for misinterpretation in Shou’s opinion). If Shou wanted that kind of affection, he probably needed to show it to Yutaka. And since he hadn’t declined his confession, he shouldn’t get angry about it, either.

Hesitantly Shou reached out, taking hold of Yutaka’s hand that rested on his lap. He stared at their driver’s back of the head, as he entwined his fingers with Yutaka’s. His heart was beating fast. He really hoped that Yutaka would not pull back.

Very slightly, he felt Yutaka flinch, but he did not pull back. He even ran his thumb across the back of Shou’s hand gently. Shou did not dare to turn his head and check on his face, though.

He assumed that being allowed to hold Yutaka’s hand like this, was about as much of a confession as he would get in return.

Yutaka flinched when Shou’s hand touched his.

He had looked out the window, wondering what Shou had done to his own bicycle. He usually used it a lot. Maybe it had broken down and now he needed another one to be flexible. Shou had probably told him what had happened, but Yutaka hadn’t understood him. Now, it would be too late to ask again. Well, it didn’t matter.

The main reason Yutaka had thought about the bicycle so hard, was that it kept him from thinking about Shou coming back to his place. Although they saw each other so much at work, they rarely met in the privacy of their own apartments. Would it be alright to ask Shou to come in? It would be better not to ask that. If they were alone together at his place, Yutaka couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t do something stupid again. Like, kiss Shou on the cheek. Or the lips this time. Or rip off his clothes.

Those thoughts had been bothering to begin with, but they got worse, when Shou took hold of his hand.

Although Yutaka knew him for more than half of his life already, Shou had never held his hand before. It did not feel casual. Of course, holding hands was romantic, not casual. But why, for fuck’s sake, would Shou do that?

Yutaka reached the conclusion it had something to do with the fact that he had kissed Shou.

Maybe he hadn’t disliked it after all? Maybe holding his hand now was Shou’s way of encouraging him. Maybe he had asked to borrow his bicycle just to have an excuse to come back to his place. Maybe that meant that Shou wanted Yutaka to kiss him again, once they were alone. Maybe the bicycle had been some code. Was there a gay code involving bicycles that Yutaka did not know about?

He just knew one thing for sure – if he didn’t want to turn down Shou, he wasn’t allowed to let go of his hand.

Carefully, he moved his thumb, caressing the back of Shou’s hand gently. If he didn’t pull back, it probably meant he didn’t mind Yutaka being a little affectionate with him.

Shou kept holding on to his hand.

Yutaka did not dare to turn his head to check for Shou’s reaction. He kept staring out of the window.

His heart was beating violently with hope.

Was it possible he actually had a chance with Shou? That all those years of longing and keeping himself in check had been completely wasted? But if that was the case, why hadn’t Shou just told him?

Yutaka figured that the kiss had been enough of an indication to encourage Shou to make a move, if he really did like Yutaka. So, why would he make up an excuse for visiting him, when he could just have confessed instead?

It all didn’t make sense. Was it possible that Shou was toying with him? That once he had seen Yutaka’s feelings through, he was testing how far he could take it? Maybe he had invited himself over to use Yutaka for sex (as Shou was horny, he’d probably take his chance, even if he didn’t return Yutaka’s feelings). The thought was upsetting, but also quite exciting. Sure, what Yutaka really wanted was to finally hear the words “I love you” from Shou’s lips and then wrap his arms around him and caress his body from head to toe. But after years of silent longing, Yutaka was ready to settle for less. If Shou just wanted to fuck him, well, it wouldn’t be ideal, but it would still be an enormous improvement.

The car stopped.

“You’re both getting off here?”, their driver assured.

“Yes”, Shou confirmed and pulled back his hand a little too hastily, as if he was worried their staff member would notice.

Sitting closer to the door, he got out first.

Yutaka followed him.

Suddenly, he felt very stupid. Alright, so it was a little weird that Shou had held his hand, admittedly. But it was Shou and you never really knew what was going on in his head, since he wasn’t exactly allowing people close. If Yutaka had thought about having sex with him just now, it was only his own hope (the hope of his penis, to be precise) that tricked him into thinking that.

You could say a lot about Kiryuuin Shou. He was a complicated person. But he usually was straight-forward and if he wanted to have sex with Yutaka, he would probably have suggested it just like that. If he loved Yutaka, he would probably have mentioned it sometime after the kiss, too.

“So”, Yutaka started hesitantly as the van drove off. If he really wanted to make sure, he just had to ask. “Are you going to ride it home now?”

Shou finally turned to look at him. He hadn’t done so all day. He small eyes did manage to widen. He looked at Yutaka as if he had just said something very, very weird.

For a moment he didn’t reply at all.

“I could …” Shou broke off. “I mean, I will try my best, if you … if you …”

Somehow, his stuttering made Yutaka angry. He did not understand what was wrong with Shou today. All he wanted was a simple answer to a simple question.

“What do you mean, you will try?”, he huffed out. “You know how to ride, don’t you?”

“Uhm, yes, sure, yes”, Shou stuttered. “Of course.”

Shou felt slightly humiliated, but he tried to cover it up. It should be obvious to Yutaka, that Shou wasn’t the most experienced when it came to other men. He had, well, yes, he had ridden dick before, but like everything that required motor skills and stamina, Shou had not exactly outdone himself at it.

Moreover, it made him uncomfortable, that Yutaka had such precise demands. Shou had hoped things would develop a little more naturally. He had hoped they would kiss and explore each other’s bodies slowly and that Yutaka would finally tell him nice things. Shou didn’t like taking orders from Yutaka as if he owned him. It made him feel like Yutaka was just taking advantage of him for his own pleasure indeed.

But then he thought of Yutaka inside of him, of his face when Shou made him moan, of finally, finally getting this close to him and having sex after a period of … not having sex for far too long. And Shou decided, that it would probably be worth it. His preferences were pretty vague, so if Yutaka liked it a certain way, Shou would do his best to please him. If he wanted Shou to ride him, Yutaka better prepared for the ride of his life.

“Alright”, Yutaka said and led the way past his apartment building.

Shou looked at the entrance as they walked past.

“Uhm”, he said. “We’re not going up?”

Did Yutaka want to take him to a hotel nearby? Did he want to keep it so unpersonal, that he didn’t even want to have sex with Shou in his own apartment? The thought hurt, but Shou tried to ignore the pain in his chest. He had been hurting for so long, he’d take what he could get now. Anything that wasn’t total rejection was something at least.

“Nah, we’re going straight to the basement”, Yutaka said.

Shou stopped short.

Indeed, Yutaka was walking towards a fly of stairs that ran down the side of the apartment building and led to another door that obviously marked the entrance to the basement.

“We are what?”, Shou assured.

He had a lot of spontaneous thoughts what Yutaka’s basement might look like, if he wanted to have sex down there. None of these thoughts seemed very comforting.

“The basement”, Yutaka repeated slowly. “Each resident has their own section down there to store stuff.”

“And you have what? A sex dungeon down there?”, Shou asked, trying to make it sound like a joke. Truthfully, he was kind of worried.

Surely, Yutaka did not store a regular bed down there. What was he expecting of Shou? Would he ask him to chain Yutaka to some kinky board and then ride him? That wasn’t really Shou’s idea of fun, if he was being honest.

And why the hell was Yutaka acting like it was completely normal? Had Shou missed some basic information? Had Yutaka told them about his weird kinks before and now assumed that Shou knew what was coming for him?

“What the fuck are you talking about?”, Yutaka asked, furrowing his brow and staring at Shou angrily.

“Can’t we go upstairs instead?”, Shou asked meekly.

For a moment, Yutaka seemed irritated, but then his face turned even more grim as if Shou had done something wrong. Shou figured it meant he wanted to play the game by his own rules.

“I didn’t clean up. The apartment is a mess. It’s better we don’t go there at all.”

Shou shrugged.

“I just thought …”, he started.

“I don’t want you to waste my entire evening”, Yutaka cut him short. “Let’s get it over with already. You are the one who asked. If you changed your mind, you might just as well leave.”

Shou fought the burning feeling behind his eyelids. Yutaka was so different from the guy he had fallen in love with all of a sudden. He hadn’t thought Yutaka would be able to be so cruel.

So, it was just about the sex for him, he had made that pretty clear just now. If Shou didn’t do exactly what he asked of him, Yutaka had no interest in him.

The realization hurt more than Shou had expected. From the beginning, he hadn’t been sure Yutaka liked him back. He hadn’t returned his confession. But he had invited him over and, in the car, he hadn’t pulled back his hand. Shou had gotten his hopes up. Although years and years had taught him not to. It was his own fault for being so stupid. He should have learned by now, that a kiss on the cheek meant nothing. In the end, he did not deserve happiness after all.

He wondered if it was worth it. If maybe, he should just turn around and walk off. But then he looked at Yutaka and although he looked angry now, he was still beautiful, and although he was cruel now, Shou also knew a version of him that was funny and kind. He couldn’t bring himself to walk away. After all this time, Kiryuuin Shou was still hoping.

“I’m sorry”, he mumbled sheepishly.

Yutaka turned around and led the way towards the door of the basement.

He felt angry at Shou, who seemed to change his mind constantly today. No, we’re not going to talk about the kiss, but let me hold your hand. I know I held your hand just now, but I’d rather just take the bicycle and leave already. You know what, I said I was just here for the bicycle, but I changed my mind, let’s go upstairs to possibly make out, so I can change my mind again there and hurt your feelings even more. Yutaka was not up for those kinds of games.

He unlocked the door to the basement and walked inside without switching on the lights. He just did that to annoy Shou. He himself found his way around here in the dim light, but behind himself, he heard Shou stagger around.

“This way”, Yutaka called out.

“I can’t see a thing”, Shou whined and then put his hand onto Yutaka’s shoulder.

Yutaka regretted not switching on the light. Shou’s hand rested on his shoulder heavily and immediately, Yutaka thought of how else Shou might touch him. Getting close to him was the absolute worst.

He walked ahead, Shou’s fingers digging into his shoulder to not get lost. He was holding on a little too tightly.

“Is there even enough space down here for your … sex dungeon thingy, or whatever you have down here?”

Yutaka flicked his tongue.

He didn’t understand why Shou was pulling that joke twice. It hadn’t been funny the first time around.

Yutaka had already pointed it out. He was doing Shou a favour. Shou was the one who had asked to lend the bicycle. For all that Yutaka cared, he could walk back home.

He rounded a corner and then stopped when he reached his own section. It was set right at the doorway leading towards another room. Yutaka felt for the switch, that would turn on the light in this area of the basement.

It flicked into life so suddenly, it was blinding.

Shou let go of Yutaka’s shoulder almost immediately.

“Tada!”, Yutaka exclaimed and pointed to the object of desire right in front of them.

Shou remained silent for so long, that Yutaka finally turned to look at him.

Shou was staring straight ahead.

“Yutaka”, he finally said. “That is a bicycle.”

Shou kept staring at the bicycle and it started to dawn on him, that something had gone terribly, terribly wrong with their communication.

“I think there has been some sort of misunderstanding”, he added slowly.

Unless Yutaka wanted to watch him ride a bicycle - and that would be kind of a weird kink, even for someone like him.

“What? You said you wanted to borrow my bicycle! What else were you planning to ride?!”, Yutaka exclaimed loudly.

Now, Shou did turn his head to look at him. Yutaka wore a look of utter confusion on his face.

Shou concluded that he either really believed he had wanted to lend his bicycle, or his acting skills had levelled up immensely and he was playing a joke on Shou right now.

Shou smacked his lips, trying to figure out with one it was.

“I did not say that”, he said. “Why would I want to borrow your bicycle?”

He hoped that Yutaka would forget about the riding part.

“I don’t know, man!”, Yutaka said and gestured widely. “You talked so fast, that I didn’t understand much of what you said at all. I figured you broke yours or something. I only understood the last word. Bicycle. So, I concluded you wanted to lend my bicycle.”

“You couldn’t just have asked?”, Shou huffed.

He tried to recall the last word he had used. Once he figured, he felt himself blushing. Bicycle. The whole thing was ridiculous.

He turned around on his heels, ready to walk back out of the basement.

“This is stupid”, he muttered. “I’m going home.”

He didn’t feel like he had enough energy left to explain the misunderstanding to Yutaka. He didn’t have the energy to confess to him again. He had been anxious and hopeful today before confessing. He had been hopeful when Yutaka invited him, he had been anxious because he hadn’t returned his confession. He had been hopeful when Yutaka held his hand. He had been devastated, when he thought Yutaka only cared for the sex. He wasn’t ready to go through it all again. He wasn’t ready for any more hoping.

“Wait!”, Yutaka held him back. “Then why the fuck did you come here?”

Shou stood still, his back still towards Yutaka. He didn’t know how to explain it. For a moment, he never wanted to see Yutaka again. He wanted to forget this day had ever taken place.

“I thought …”, he said quietly. “Well, it was about something else.”

“Then what did you say?”

Shou shook his head and started to walk towards the exit. He couldn’t tell him, not again.

He didn’t get far, because Yutaka caught his arm and held him back.

“What did you say, Shou?”, he repeated, his grip on Shou’s wrist was firm. His voice sounded urgent.

“Fuck”, Shou said. He couldn’t come up with any excuse. If it was over now, at least it would be a clean cut. “I said, I love you, you fucking, stupid idiot, too vain to ask and too dumb to piece it together correctly, you stupid, stupid …”

Yutaka wrapped his arms around him from behind.

“I’m sorry”, he said quietly.

Yutaka had hoped. He had hoped the moment Shou turned his back on him and tried to get away. Because there was only one thing in this world that could make Kiryuuin Shou so scared, he would start running.

But Yutaka had feared his hopes were stupid and would not come true, because Shou loving him would be too much happiness, a happiness that someone like him could not deserve by any means.

But he had hoped anyway.

Only when he felt Shou starting to shake in his arms, did he realize how much he must have hurt him. He had confessed to Yutaka. He had put himself out there. And instead of a proper reaction, he must have felt like Yutaka kept him hanging all evening.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered again, until he felt Shou’s breath evening out. He was holding on to him tightly, so he wouldn’t get away. He wasn’t planning to let him get away ever again.

“Say it again, so I can react properly?”, Yutaka suggested quietly.

“No way”, Shou said, huffily. “You had your chance.”

Yutaka chuckled and finally let go of Shou. He took a step backwards and Shou turned around to face Yutaka again. His face without makeup looked weird when he got angry. It showed even more wrinkles than when he was laughing.

“I’m really, really happy”, Yutaka said. “I never thought I could be this happy.”

Shou lowered his gaze. He suddenly seemed embarrassed. Yutaka wondered what had made him come here in the first place. Yutaka had not returned his confession, but asked him to come home with him. He must have thought …

Yutaka’s face lit up.

“Oh, hey!”, he exclaimed cheerfully. “Now I know what you wanted to ride!”

Shou groaned and rolled his eyes. He looked a lot more like himself all of a sudden. Yutaka wasn’t used to see him angry and he wasn’t used to see him embarrassed either. He sure as hell was used to see Shou annoyed with him, though. Suddenly, he was the man again with whom Yutaka had fallen in love.

“Please, don’t say it”, Shou asked dryly.

“You wanted to ride me!”, Yutaka burst out happily.

Shou groaned again and gestured as if he would have preferred to hide his face somewhere. Yutaka thought he had never looked that cute before.

“Speaking of which”, he added. “Why don’t we go upstairs and you know?”

Shou shot him a sneaky glance.

“Didn’t you say your apartment is a mess and that I shouldn’t come up?”

“Bullshit!”, Yutaka said and waved it off. “My apartment is the cleanest you have ever seen. Beautiful, striking. More luxurious than any hotel room you have ever visited. The bed especially, top quality. You should try out this bed.”

Shou snorted, slightly amused, but he still looked uncomfortable.

“I don’t know”, he said quietly.

Yutaka looked at him for a moment and realized that all evening, Shou had waited for Yutaka to say it back. But he still hadn’t done so.

“It will be alright”, Yutaka said soothingly and took a step towards Shou. Gently, he reached out to brush back a strand of Shou’s blonde hair. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? I also …”

He smiled and leaned in, kissing Shou on the cheek gently once again. Truly, he had confessed already when he kissed him the for first time.

“Bicycle.”

#I'm not really pleased with this one #but yeah here you go anyway #Golden Bomber #Kiryuuin Shou #Kyan Yutaka #kirikyan #fanfiction #fanfic

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zefyre · 6 years ago

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hii today I felt like prompting you, hope you dont mind! kagome making it into the quidditch team and she loves the thrill of the game more than she thought making riskier and riskier moves. the boys are laughting if off first but one day she nearly killed herself with a stunt and still just laughed it off so. so they had to talk

“Oh shit,” Kagome exhaled on a breathless laugh, heartracing and exhilaration running through her veins as she just barely caughtherself before flipping off her broom. She pulled back on the handle, steering up and zipping higher into the air.

Just as she was passing her brother, who was gaping at her and looking a bit paler than normal, a white-knuckled grip around his broomstick, she laughed and joked, “Note to self, don’t try a dive that sharp again. Well, not without practicing it first!” and then off she went, back to searching for the snitch.

She missed the way a shadow crossed her brother’s face, something dark and thunderous churning in his gaze; how Sirius had pulled to a stop at his side, watching in concern and looking a little agitated himself.

“Has she gone absolutely mental?”

James shook his head, unable to form the words. “Let’s finish this,” he muttered, just barely loud enough to be heard over the din of cheers.

[[more under the cut]]

Kagome was still riding on the adrenaline from the game as she slipped into the Gryffindor locker room, shrugging off her quidditch coat, when she stopped at the doorway.

There, waiting for her all line up, was her team with her brother at the head, looking particularly unhappy. Sirius similarly sported such a look. Kagome scanned the rest of the team to find them nervous and confused (the younger members) or vaguely uncomfortable (the older ones).

Kagome slowly slung her coat over her shoulder, stepping in the room fully and letting the door close behind her. “…What’s going on?” she asked, spirits dampening, starting to get a little concerned. They should be halfway ready to celebrate by now. “I know we didn’t score as many points as we wanted to this time, but I’m sure we can make it up next game.”

“Kagome.”

The witch in question stilled at the tone of her brother’s voice. She was in trouble, that was for sure. Her eyes flickered to Sirius, but aside from a flicker of sympathy, his expression was otherwise neutral. She turned back to her brother, eyebrows furrowing, “James?”

James stepped forward, “What you did today was dangerous,” he said, serious, “You could’ve gotten hurt with the stunt you pulled.”

Kagome stared. “It’s… it’s no different than the dives I’ve done before, James,” she said, visibly flummoxed and speaking slowly, “M-maybe a little sharper and okay, I almost flipped but I pulled back before anything happened.”

“Yeah, and you also dived straight into the path of a bludger!” Kagome flinched a little at James’ accusation. “And don’t tell me you didn’t see it, because it came this close,” he held up his forefinger and thumb to demonstrate – the distance between which a piece of parchment would have trouble passing through. “And even you aren’t that fast on your broom to dodge it that close unless you already knew it was there.”

Tight-lipped, Kagome turned away. James, however, had only just begun.

“And speaking of other dives, that’s the problem!” James began to rant, a scowl marring his face. He looked like all he wanted to do was march over to her and shake her and he probably would have too had Sirius not stepped up behind him to put a hand on his shoulder. Whether it was for her benefit or her brother’s, Kagome honestly couldn’t tell. The expression on his face was synonymous to his name, which was rare in of itself. “This isn’t the first time you’ve pulled risky moves and they’ve only been getting worse. This is more than just being daring, you’re being reckless, and it needs to stop now!”

Kagome snorted now, unable to help herself. “Is this my captain speaking, or is it my brother?” she said baldly as she turned on him, disbelief writ across her face. “I made a mistake today, I’ll own up to that, but it’s those dives that caught the snitch and won the matches for us. I’m not about to stop because you’re feeling overprotective of me!”

“I’m not being overprotective–!”

“—Well I don’t see you mother-henning anybody else around here!”

“Yeah, maybe that’s because no one else is trying to get themselves killed!”

“Merlin!” Kagome threw her hands up, eyes rolling skyward as she mouthed the words ‘getting themselves killed’ incredulously to herself. She shot him a flat look. “You’re overreacting.”

James pressed his mouth into a thin line and took a step forward, glaring hotly at her. “If I was? I wouldn’t have the whole team here backing me up.”

Kagome’s eyes snapped to Sirius, challenging him to agree. Sirius had to look away, his hand pulling away from James’ shoulder to come up and rub at the back of his neck instead, nervous energy radiating off him in waves as he fidgeted.

“Kagome…” he said, meeting her gaze with a helpless shrug. “This isn’t the first time you’ve had us worried, and yeah, we all had a good laugh at the close shaves you’ve been dodging lately but today… It wasn’t funny, that dive and you almost getting brained… And still, you just laughed it off like it was no big deal. Like you weren’t taking it seriously.”

Kagome’s hands fell to her sides then, an unpleasant feeling stirring in her chest that felt a little too like betrayal for her liking, and when she searched the faces of her team it was only to see them looking back at her genuinely worried.

Kagome turned back to James, whose agitation had receded into something warier. “I’m not trying to get myself killed,” she said softly, and watched as some of the tension bled away from her brother’s body, and it hit her then how concerned he was that might actually have been true. That unpleasant feeling from earlier deepened. “I’m just… having fun. It’s not like I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m just pulling these dives thinking bollocks to the consequences. It’s just… I made a mistake, got a little too careless, a little too into it.”

She shook her head. “I don’t have death wish,” she went on, and laughed as the idea was honestly ridiculous to her. As if she would risk everything, risk his life and Sirius’ and Lily’s and Remus’ and god, so many others, for something as silly as a fucking quidditch game. “I don’t where you got the idea from but you need to trust me.”

“No, what I need you to do is to stop pulling those dives.”

“Even after I said I knew what I’m doing?” Kagome snapped, “I haven’t even gotten hurt –

“All it takes is one time—!” James interjected, only to get cut off himself.

“What if’s and maybes and almosts,” Kagome talked over him, voice becoming dangerously loud as she glared at him, “I’ll be more careful but you’re being unreasonable by saying I should quit the dives full stop.”

“No,” James snipped back, “I’m being the captain.”

Kagome laughed, scathing and sarcastic. “No, you’re being overprotective. Like you’ve always been. You really think, really, that if any of the others pulled the same dives you’d be here dressing them down?”

“Everybody agrees—”

“Not everybody knows I’ve been practicing this.”

Kagome gave her brother an incomprehensible stare – until James matched it with a stare of his own, and it was a match off between the two siblings stubbornly staring the other down.

In the end, it was James who broke it

“You’re benched for the next match.”

Her mouth dropped to gape at him incomprehensibly, that earlier feeling of betrayal lancing through her now like a white-hot blade full force, and the grip she had on her broom was so tight a flitting thought in the back of her head wondered if she might snap it in two.

Something must’ve shown on her face because Sirius was stepping up now, hands up in a gesture no doubt to calm them both down, but Kagome was already snatching her quidditch coat from over her shoulder to ball it up and chuck it.

It landed bulls-eye at the toes of James’ boots.

“Don’t bother because I quit,” she snarled, eyes flashing with fire, and it was with deep satisfaction to see the shock rocking through James’ face this time, “I don’t want to be on a team where my own captain can’t trust my flying. And I’m gonna be real honest, don’t really want a brother that can’t trust me.”

“Ka-“

Kagome didn’t let him finish, she had already turned on her heel to stalk out, letting the door snap shut and cut him off.

#that ending... honestly got away from me #lolol drama drama #probably a liiittle ooc?#but idk as i was writing i had the thought #that kagome would never srsly put herself at risk like that #her friends and family's lives are counting on her #she'd have fun and all but she'd still be super conscious of that #i guess is what im saying #in any case #hope you enjoyed it nonny!#thanks for the prompt #domino effect #my fic #prompt fill #nonny #mail time

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gotstory · 7 years ago

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My 20 Year Old Idol Husband - Day 15 - Her

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.

Read: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8 / Day 9 / Day 10 / Day 11 / Day 12 / Day 13 / Day 14 / Day 15

"What? What?" the confused Jungkook struggled against Jin's grasp. He had been forcefully ushered out of the mart by Jin, whose face was flushed from all the strength needed.

"YAH! When I say move, just MOVE it! Don't you know how heavy you are now that it's taking me my life just to tussle with you?! " Jin frowned at the muscle-laden youngest boy, peppering him with rapid-fire rants.

"Why are we leaving her in there?" Jungkook asked, frowning even more, worried and equally annoyed.

Jin sighed, "did you not hear me say we were followed??"

"But- but, how can we just leave her--"

Cutting Jungkook off, Jin stared hard at him. "Look, young punk, this is the price you both have to pay for getting yourselves in this situation, alright?" with a pat on the back, and a slightly harder push, he quickly shove him into the car and shut the doors.

Indeed, this was really going to be tougher than any of them thought.

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After what seemed like forever, the cashier placed the last pack of food into the trolley and you heaved a sigh of relief. You looked around hoping to see either Jin or Jungkook.

Thankfully, you spot the tall frame of Jungkook at a corner, masked again, and waiting for you to catch his eye.

You let out a laugh despite the situation, for he was just standing out too much in the sea of lightly dressed shoppers, with blonde hair sticking out from under his black cap. Even under the disguise of his baggy clothes, his good physique was obvious, making your heart skip a beat.

Gosh. It's got to be the hormones.

You signalled for him to walk ahead as you caught up but he gently took over the steer of your trolley instead.

"Hey, we shouldn't be seen together!" you hushed at him, bending low as if it would help.

Just as he wanted to show you how sorry he was, Jin emerged from the car as well, quickly taking you with him while Jungkook loaded up the boot.

"Are you OK? You must have been so shocked, we're sorry." He continued fussing around you for abit, making sure you weren't too startled or anything.

"I'm fine, really, I should've been more alert." You said with a smile and returned his credit card.

"No, you keep it - you'll never know when you need it when we're not around." he said, returning your arm as he continued. "Sorry we had to move out suddenly, I hope you're not too shocked by this, I'd rather err on the safe side."

You smiled, "I know. I'll be more careful from now on too."

All the way back to the dorm, Jungkook wasn't sure what to say. His mind was filled with thoughts about what could have happened if Jin wasn't alert enough.

You tapped him on the arm only to be greeted by the look of a shocked bunny with large eyes.

Your laughter made him smile a little, "What, what? Do I have something on me?"

"No, your shocked face is cute that's all."

Jin at this point could only smile silently, taking peeks at the rear view mirror once in awhile at both of you. You were showing Jungkook photos on your phone while he was engrossed in asking a million questions as always. The sweet and gentle side of Jungkook was one that his older brothers had hardly seen and it amused Jin greatly.

Before you knew it, Jin had pulled up at the basement of the dorm and turned the ignition down.

"We have arrived, lovebirds." He announced dramatically.

"OH!" Jungkook looked up first, "ah hyung your driving skills must have improved so much I hardly felt a thing!"

Jin then put on his sunglasses, "what do you expect? I'm the car-door man. This is just basic."

You were rather amazed at how the oldest and youngest could get along so casually well, poking fun at each other like it was the most natural thing to do.

"You guys are a comedic duo you know that? Now I understand why your fans make endless gifs of you both.

"They do?" asked Jungkook, "and how'd you know?"

Jin raised a brow, "if you played less games, paid more attention to our group chats, and came out of your fancy studio more, you'll realise a lot more things."

The banter continued, one on each of your sides as they carried the bags of groceries, trying to make it look effortless so you wouldn't try to take any of it.

The 3 of you made your way back to the dorm, and you began to understand the dynamics of their relationship more:

Jin was the sort that would look out for everyone from afar, somewhat like Yoongi, but with a much more childish appeal that sat well with Jungkook and Jimin in particular. He had no airs and it felt like he was always waiting for the right moment to throw in a joke just to make everyone bawl over in laughter.

Taehyung was a bit of a dreamer, doing whatever he wanted at most times, but a total sweetheart. Jungkook had told him many times not to bother you but they would fall on deaf ears as he took you as his new playmate.

Hoseok was the one who was more unpredictable; serious and responsible one second and a total clown on the next. He was definitely the mood maker but when it came to their work, he was on top of it and wouldn't spare to tell any of the guys off.

It was Namjoon you couldn't quite understand but you figured it would just take time.

"Oh Jin-hyung, you're back!"

Taehyung had gotten back from the company and was fiddling with the electronic lock on their main door. Like what they planned to do, he had the passwords changed.

"Hey Chae-rin!" with his wide smile and a cute wave, he stopped what he was doing and started walking towards you from a distance.

Before you could respond, he cupped his hands around his ear and went right for your abdomen, obviously ignoring the fact that it was a rather inappropriate act. You were pretty startled by his advances that you froze in your place.

"YAHHH!!!" Jin screamed in horror, unable to do anything since his hands were full with groceries.

But Taehyung shushed him with a frown and closed his eyes in a feeble attempt to hear something.

Jungkook was just stunned as he too froze in place at his hyung's queer actions. No matter how he had gotten used to Tae, this hyung was still incomprehensible.

"Taehyung-ah, I don't think there would be any sounds..." you whispered. "I know they do this in shows but it's probably not... so soon yet?"

He straightened his back, dejected with a pout. "Oh. Okay... Would you tell me when you start feeling something? I've always wanted to hear what it's like to have a little life inside a tummy."

Giving you a wide smile and earnest eyes, this was a boy you'd never be able to reject.

"I surely will, and you MUST come at once when that happens ok?" You laughed, as he walked you into the house, with Jungkook frowning in disbelief as he followed behind.

Jin heard him mumbling to himself and could only be amused again, "Please allow me to remind you that this is going to continue in the next few months to come. Get used to it."

Once in the dorm, you realise the rest of the members had gone out for their schedules and Jungkook too, had to leave once he put down the groceries. But it wasn't until he made absolutely sure you were not going to be harassed by Taehyung, that he picked up his huge bag again to head to the door.

"Hyung, please... Remember that she's fragile, Ok?" he was nearly pleading at the doorstep, with a hand lingering on your back as you sent him and Jin off. Taehyung was just dismissing him without a word as he started meddling with something else around the walls.

"I'll be okay, Jungkook. Don't worry, I'm safer here than anywhere else, remember?" Your words were a reassurance for him after the slight ordeal today.

He sighed, reluctant to go. "I'll be back before you know it, and if you're bored, just --"

Taehyung cut in quickly, "she's never gonna be bored when I'm here, c'mon!" and with that he waved them off, abruptly putting an end to the goodbyes.

For the next few hours with Taehyung, you got to know even more about the daily habits of the boys, some more embarrassing than the others. From the tough older boy's obsessions with cute toys and online buying, to Jimin's grown up drinking sessions, you realised they were just your regular guys that lived like anyone else - only with alot more unwanted attention.

"Jiminie really loves to go out, and he's got a whole lot of friends. He didn't used to as much and was obsessed with how much he lacked. But things are looking up for us and he's become alot more confident now. It's always good to have friends." Pointing to a recent Polaroid stuck on the fridge, you recognized a few faces as other boyband idols.

"Doesn't he have a girlfriend?" you asked.

Tae shook his head, "None of us do. We just don't have the time. That's why when we knew about you and Jungkook, we were shocked that he made it happen in such a short time that we were traveling, and could continue on even while you were apart. We thought it was going to die down after awhile since most girls wouldn't be able to handle it but I guess, hyung was wrong about it."

"Hyung? Which one?" You asked.

"Namjoonie. He really didn't think you'd actually stick around long enough and he's actually the most worried one about this whole moving in thing." He explained.

Your equally concerned expression gave it away to the regret of a flustered Taehyung.

"AH. No-no, it's--no, I didn't mean to say it that way - I meant that, you know -- It's like -- erm..."

You had to force a smile, "It's ok Taehyung, he's probably right. Plus, he knows the situation best, this isn't going to work out in the long run either, I can't possibly live here all that long can I?"

As if in deep contemplation, you could almost see thought bubbles of different scenarios going through his mind until a light bulb lit up like an idea.

"Why not? We could be 6 uncles to little baby kookie, no? I'll treat him or her so well... and..." before his imagination ran wild, you took a deep audible breath and put a stop to it.

"No. Think about it Tae, it's only a matter of time that your manager finds out there's a girl living with you guys. Before that happens, I have to move and Jungkook needs to come clean with the company so they can sort out any potential rumours that start surfacing. In another 8 months or goodness knows when, I'm gonna have to deliver somewhere and there's gonna be huge medical bills and lots of health care matters to take care of. Furthermore, we're gonna have to be married, registering the baby, and eventually the baby needs to go to school and I need to get a job to support us too. Can you imagine that happening here? In this dorm?"

You saw Taehyung's eyes fall as he realised in silence that it probably wasn't going to happen.

"Chae-rin," he called out carefully. "but... are you sure you're ready for all this?"

You gulped.

No, Taehyung, I'm freaking terrified and wish that this was just a dream.

You wanted to be honest but you found yourself saying something else.

"I will be. Without or without Jungkook."

A/N :)

Thanks guys for waiting up forever and if you’re still reading this, I just wanted u to know I’ve already started to write #16 and am halfway done.

For being such sweethearts, I made 2 Jimin lockscreens! (yes, that rude one).

Download it here (full glory colour) & here (muted, less rude) - with a little reminder for you to always #LoveYourself !!

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little-chimchim · 7 years ago

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Don’t Let Go- Part 5

Rating: R

Word Count: 3408

Genre: Ice skating! au, fluff, supreme fluff, angst, brother! Hyungwon, severe angst, smut

Pairing: Wonho x Reader

A/N: Sorry this part took so long to put out! I’ve had a ton of tests lately so writing has been hard. So, I love this part, there is angst, fluff, and humor all in one. Plus, a lot of plot is building up! I hope you guys enjoy. Thank you so much for your support!!

Part 4 Part 6

Waking up was all but pleasant. Hyungwon made prolonged, disgusted noises when he walked in on the two of you. Cuddled next to each other yet naked, it wasn’t a site your brother wanted to see.

The second you woke up, you pulled the covers tightly over your body, but Hoseok let the covers fall loosely around him. He smiled at Hyungwon once he saw his best friend standing, shocked, in the doorway. He covered his eyes and turned away from the two of you. “Seriously?” He grumbled, leaving the two of you in the bedroom.

You threw your head back, quietly laughing. “Dammit”

Hoseok laughed with you, getting up from your bed and looking around for his lost clothes. “Well, how would you feel if your best friend and your brother had sex and you walked in on them.” Hoseok grinned.

You shuddered “I don’t think I would want to see Jooheon and Hyungwon kiss, let alone see them naked on ea-” You stopped, forcing the thoughts from your head. “You know, I can’t, I refuse to think about that.” You shivered but let the thoughts leave.

Once the two of you were dressed again, Hoseok turned back to you, preventing both of you from leaving the room quite yet. He leaned down and pecked your lips sweetly. “I refuse to be afraid of falling for you, Y/N.” He muttered, his lips were now just a centimeter apart. You nodded your head and kissed him back “And I’ll make sure that you’re not hurt.” You said back to him. The two of you smiled, taking each other’s presence in, relieved that the sour feelings were gone.

You and Hoseok finally made your way towards the kitchen. Minhyuk, Hyunwoo, and Hyungwon stood around talking, Jooheon long gone. The boys stopped their conversation once they saw both of you walk through. The room turned quiet. That is, until Minhyuk bursted out laughing, unable to contain his humor.

Hoseok rubbed his head, he was noticeably embarrassed. You had never thought you would see the man so sheepish, but there were always firsts for everything. And today was certainly the day for them.

“I never want to see that again.” Hyungwon complained, rubbing his eyes with his one free hand. “Have you guys been sleeping together long? Have you guys even been a thing? Why the hell am I not told these things?” Your brother ranted. Well, more like droned on like a child.

You looked up to Hoseok who was trying to find the right words to say. His ears had turned red and a faint blush could be found on his cheeks. You looked back to the boys and cleared your throat “Well, it just kind of happened today. No warning. It’s a little bit confusing.” You admitted.

Hoseok nodded his head but he draped his arm around your shoulders “Basically, I liked her, she liked me. Sexual tension built up and then we were both naked, in bed, do-” Hyungwon covered his ears and repeated a few incomprehensible phrases. “I don’t want to hear this!” He shrieked before promptly leaving the room, ears still covered by his hand.

Minhyuk and Hyunwoo had different reactions.

Minhyuk refused to stop smiling. Hyunwoo had never let the smirk leave his face. “Damn, it’s about time. We’ve been waiting for you two to hook up since regionals. It’s been torture watching you guys not admit that you had feelings for one another. Finally you guys got some common sense.” Minhyuk grinned, setting his head on his hand and resting it there.

It was your turn to blush “It was that obvious?” You asked.

The two nodded in unison. “As obvious as the pimple on Hyunwoo’s cheek.” Minhyuk pointed to a small red spot on Hyunwoo’s face. He quickly moved his hand to cover it up “Really?”

Minhyuk nodded then turned his attention back to the two of you. “Now that the two of you are settled and comfy, who’s ready for Nationals?”

You weren’t ready for Nationals. The days leading up to it were nerve wrecking and you couldn’t hold it together. Luckily for you, Hoseok had been there every step of the way. For weeks the two of you practiced from eight in the morning to eight at night, hardly stopping until you knew you had to.

There was no time to rest.

Hyungwon had gotten his cast removed a few days ago and once he did, he instantly found his way back to the ice. His doctors had told him to take the next few days easy, but like the ever stubborn man he was, he refused to listen.

“I never lost my touch!” He called from the ice, gliding around like the pro he was. This was during one of your rare breaks from skating. You were leaning your head against Hoseok’s shoulder, closing your eyes and resting them for a few minutes.

Hoseok ran his thumb against yours, leading you deeper towards sleep. You were half asleep when you heard Hyungwon sit on the bleachers. “She’s exhausted,” Your brother whispered to Hoseok, careful not to wake you up. Hoseok nodded and leaned his head against yours. “She sleeps like a baby when she’s like this.” Hoseok grinned. You could feel Hoseok shift to sit straighter as he began talking to Hyungwon.

“I’m going to ask her to move in with me,” He said blatantly. The arena went quiet and your body froze. He was going to ask you to live with him? The thought filled you with instant happiness, yet, you had to remain still, your eyes closed.

You heard Hyungwon lightly chuckle under his breath. “To be honest, Hoseok. I didn’t actually think you were actually serious about the relationship with Y/N. I thought you were just using her as a way to get away from your feelings towards Mariana. Though, you’re actually taking this seriously, aren’t you?”

Hoseok nodded his head and began stroking your face, and running his warm fingers through your hair. Hyungwon saw the way Hoseok looked at you. All he could see was love. “I can’t explain to you how happy she makes me. It’s too early too start thinking about marriage, but all I see when I look at her is my future. Just everything I see for the future, she’s in it.” Hoseok took a deep breath “Thank you for breaking your arm Hyungwon.”

Hyungwon nudged his friend gently in the sides “No problem, I’d do it again.”

“Really?”

Hyungwon rolled his brown eyes and stood up on the bleachers. “No dumbass.” He smiled and pat Hoseok’s head, messing up his hair in the process. “You’re a good man Hoseok, just don’t hurt her.”

Hoseok shook his head “I wouldn’t dare.”

His soft words rang in your head on repeat. So much so that you were able to slowly fall asleep.

Marina was stunning. From her perfectly tanned skin to her dark hair that fell around her shoulders like black ink. Her voice reminded you of honey, it was soft and sweet. Watching her skate was just as mesmerizing watching Hoseok on the ice. Their coach was a genius for being able to produce skaters like Hoseok, Mariana, and Kihyun.

As much as you wanted to dislike her, you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. She was just too perfect. So perfect that it was annoying. You had met her the night before Nationals, when the five of you had made it to your hotel. Hoseok was helping you with your bags. When planning for rooms, the group decided that you and Hoseok would share a room while the three other boys slept in another.

While the two of you made your way to your shared room, a surprise waited in store as the room across from your’s revealed an unwanted guest. Mariana leaned against her doorframe, watching the two of you fumble with your room keys.

“You need to flip it to the other side,” she cooed from the other side of the hall. You turned your head to see the woman, half dressed and pressed against the wall. Hoseok dropped the bags, stunned and a little unhappy about her appearance.

“Mariana” he whispered. The woman nodded her head and walked over to Hoseok, embracing him in a long hug. “Long time no see, partner.” Despite the honey in her voice, you could feel the poison she spoke as the words left her mouth. Hoseok went to pick up the items he had dropped to the floor. He turned away from Mariana’s obvious attempt of flirting. “Y/N, let’s get in here.” He said, urging you into the room and away from the woman.

Mariana grabbed ahold of your arm firmly, forming a fake smile to greet you. “And who is this? You’re new partner? Well I can’t say that I wasn’t shocked when I found out that you had gone back to partner skating. Especially without me.” Mariana pouted.

You pulled your arm away from her grasp and picked up the rest of the bags. “Nice meeting you.” You grinned fakely before closing the door to the hotel room.

Hoseok fell on the bed, tugging his hair tightly and groaning into the pillow. “I forgot that she and Changkyun were going up against us.” He complained. You sat next to him and trailed your fingers across his back. “She doesn’t seem...horrible.” You tried finding the right word to say but you couldn’t quite find it.

“No, she’s the devil incarnate.”

You smacked him on the back playfully, but you felt the atmosphere of the room change. Everything went silent. You laid down next to your boyfriend and looked him in the eyes. “Does it hurt?” You asked him, your voice low and serious.

Hoseok picked up his head from the pillows and leaned it against his hand. He didn’t answer at first. He took a moment to think before he spoke again. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her. These past months have let me forget about her completely. It’s awkward seeing her, especially after everything that happened. But now I know that she hasn’t changed in the slightest and that I was the one who changed.” He leaned over and kissed you on the head.

“And for the better.”

The hotel had a bar. And as a custom before any big competition, the five of you finally made your way towards it. The hotel was filled with various skaters from around the country, all trying to ease their nerves before tomorrow’s competition.

Yoo Kihyun was sitting on a lounge, talking to his partner and sipping on a glass of red wine. When he saw the five of you enter, he rose from his seat to greet you all with a big smile. “I thought you would never come,” Kihyun joked as he hugged Hoseok. When they parted, Kihyun lead you guys towards his own partner, who was still sitting on the lounge quietly.

She was a small woman, seemingly timid and shy. Her hair was blond and cut short, just above her shoulders. She smiled to greet the five of you, holding out her hands for you to take.

“This is Mia, my partner.” Kihyun introduced her.

“Pleasure to meet you all,” Mia spoke with a heavy accent that you assumed to be of a French origin. She spoke kindly and eloquently, much like Kihyun himself You took her and shook it. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you as well.”

You heard Hoseok laugh as he went over to hug the small girl tightly. “Have you gotten shorter, Mia?” Hoseok poked fun at the girl. She shoved him away softly, a grin taking up her face. “Just like you’ve gotten uglier.” She retorted quietly.

You watched their banter. They seemed to act like you and Hyungwon did when you made fun of each other. Hoseok turned to you and pointed to Mia “She’s one of Palminov’s students. Kihyun, Mia, and I are as close as you, Hyunwoo, Minhyuk, and Hyungwon. I’m happy that you finally got to meet them.” He cheered. In all your time with Hoseok, you had never seen him this giddy around people. Just watching him around his old family brought a smile to your face.

“You’d be better off if you didn’t see Palminov at this competition. She was not happy that you decided to take the season off. Then you decided to start skating with Y/N. She’s still not pleased about that.” Mia told Hoseok, who only shrugged off her warning.

“Palminov loves me, she won’t be able to stay mad once she sees my glowing face.”

“Or she’ll take your ‘glowing’ face and smack it into next week.” Kihyun joked. Hoseok rolled his brown eyes and shook his head. “I can not get a break around here, can I?” You reached over and rubbed Hoseok’s arm, comforting him from the harsh words, but even you couldn’t help but chuckle at their insults.

Hoseok sighed and got closer to Kihyun. “We ran into Mariana,” your boyfriend whispered. Kihyun nodded his head slowly “She’s cheating on Changkyun with Jimin. But that’s not really a surprise. After she lost the two of us she’s needed some sort of fun to get by. Poor Changkyun is too young to realize what she’s doing to him.”

“Glad that hasn’t changed since I’ve been gone.” Hoseok groaned sarcastically. You sat there, listening to the two of them talk. They got deeper and deeper into a conversation and you decided that they wouldn’t be done for a while, so you got up and walked over to the other boys.

When you walked up to them at their table, Hyungwon lifted up a glass full of beer and handed it to you. “Take it easy on that, Y/N, it’s the only glass I’m allowing you to have tonight.”

You pat your brother on the back and took the glass. You sat down with them and began drinking your beer. “Hoseok seems to be having a good time over there.” Minhyuk commented.

You nodded your head “I’m glad. I could tell he misses skating with them.”

Hyungwon kept on taking glances behind him. Every so often you saw his head turn ever so slightly to look back. Finally you followed his eyes and saw what was catching his eye. You smirked touched your brother’s arm. He turned towards you as if you saw nothing, he attempted acting casual but he knew you found out what he was doing.

“You’re checking Mia out.” You whispered.

Hyungwon went red. He turned towards the boys and tried starting a conversation to derail you from the topic. “Oh no you don’t.” You snapped, though, not angrily. “Does the mighty aromantic, emotionless, Hyungwon have a crush on someone?” You cooed.

Hyungwon shot you an Earth shattering glare. “I have been in plenty of relationships, and I’m not emotionless!” Your brother pressed his normally cold hands to his face to cool it down. You shook your head and leaned your head on his shoulder playfully. “It’s okay Wonie. You can have a crush. Just don’t be creepy about it.” You teased him. Hyungwon muttered something under his breath and pushed you of your shoulder. “You’re an ass”

You nodded your head and blew him a kiss “It’s what I’m good at.”

Eventually the four of you hand gotten to talking, much like you did before the season had started. It was a great way to ease the nerves before the competition. You had barely been able to finish the beer Hyungwon had gotten for you, knowing full well that it was better to avoid alcohol before this competition.

After about an hour or so, you noticed how late it had gotten. The hotel lobby had slowly been emptied of most of the skaters present. You also noticed that Hoseok had left, along with Mia and Kihyun.

You got up from the table and stretched your tired body. “I’m heading up to my room, don’t stay up too late you three.” You warned them before making your way towards the elevator.

Your room was at the end of the hall. You toyed with the keys in your hand as your made your way down the long hall. You expected to be greeted by a sleeping Hoseok. To see him curled up in the blankets. Or rather, hogging them like he usually does. You quietly opened the door, carefully not to potentially wake him.

What you were greeted with was not a sleeping Hoseok.

You dropped your keys, too stunned to do anything else. Mariana pressed Hoseok to the wall. Their lips were pressed together. From your view in the room, you couldn’t see Hoseok’s face, just Mariana and her long dark hair. Hoseok’s hands were on her hips, grasped firmly around her waist.

“Are you fucking serious?” You yelled from the front of the room. The two pulled apart quickly. Mariana frowned once she saw who interrupted her makeout session with her former lover. Your boyfriend. She wiped her red lips and made a face towards you that caused your blood to boil.

You stared at Hoseok, who was at a loss of words. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds, while tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You pointed to the door meekly and lowered your gaze towards Mariana.

“Get out” your voice came out quietly, nearly a whisper.

Mariana raised her eyebrows, amused at your humiliated form “What was that?” She mocked.

You looked up to her angrily “Get out!” You screamed at her. She jumped at your sudden boldness and quickly found her way out of the room. This left you alone with Hoseok.

The air was heavy and uncomfortable, but you were too mixed up with emotions to care. “Y/N, it’s not what you think. I wouldn-” You cut him off short, the tears finally streaming down your cheeks. “That’s what they always fucking say, Hoseok.” You turned away from him and grabbed your things from the room and shoving them into your suitcase.

“I should have known something like this would happen. We were just too perfect to be true. I was starting to think you truly loved me too.” You muttered, your voice wavering from the tears.

“Y/N, please. I can explain.” He grabbed your arm to prevent you from leaving, but you shoved him off of you, too mad to even handle his touch. “Don’t bother,” You snapped “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You glanced behind him, seeing that his own tears were swelling in his eyes.

You grimaced and grabbed the keys from the ground. You opened the door and quickly slammed it behind you.

Now the tears were truly coming. You didn’t know where to go. The boys already had too many people in their room, and you didn’t want to worry them at this hour. So you went to the only room that you could possibly think of.

You knocked on the door and moments later you were greeted by a very tired Mia. Her eyes widened when she saw you standing there, eyes red and face blotchy. “I know I don’t know you two very well but I really need a place to sleep for tonight.” You tried to not sound pitiful, but Mia understood what happened the second you began talking. She nodded and brought you into her and Kihyun’s room.

Kihyun looked up from his cell phone. He got up and grabbed your things for you. “I’ll set this by Mia’s bed for you.” He said, not even needing to know the backstory behind why you were there.

“You can sleep with me in my bed if you want. It’s a queen.” Mia said soothingly. You nodded your head and sat on the bed. Everything had felt so surreal and you couldn’t register that it was real. Everything just felt...numb.

Mia stroked your hair and brought you into her arms. “We can talk about what happened in the morning, Y/N. But right now you need to rest.” She whispered. You nodded your head, blinded by sadness.

You walked to the bathroom with your things and got your pajamas on. Once you were down, you made your way towards Mia’s bed and fell asleep. Only to have your nightmares haunt you through the night.

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