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summary : riri bestie come to wakanda and shuri is kinda selfish

its mature they not hunching frfr

 the fits if you need a visual/ want 

riri https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1a/d9/2f/1ad92f47b48b21361a2b6a77fd7c03ef.jpg

shuri https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2b/d2/2e/2bd22ea92a6aff5a0169d25c2cdaa8f4.jpg

ray https://www.instagram.com/p/CkSHQj3sAL3/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

and i posted 2 times this week stop play with me. also the bestie is bdtrelilbrother from tictok i love him down .i never tried anything like this fr, yall know this only my second fic so give tips in shit i neeeed it!!!!! also this can be a part to i think i got a couple ideas!

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riri looks up from the board she is writing on. in the lab, she’s making updates to shuri’s panther suit.

“hey baby” shuri peeks up at the call

“ remember my friend is coming into town for this week he’s staying for like 2 days. i’ve got a list of things planned for us. you can always join” she smiles turning back to the board.

“knowing you get clingy and jealous as hell” she mutters to herself

“what I do not, I’m not clingy! have fun with your little friend.” shuri tells the lie so smoothly. riri rolls her eyes at the tale

“ oh, you don’t? wanna bet? I think I had seen some shoes I wanted” shuri tutts her

“ you can scam them lil college students, but you can’t scam me” she ends with booping her nose.

days pass by rapidly

riri’s heals clack with the materials of the landing deck. she walks up to the landing shuttle. okoye pops out of the aircraft with her bestie ray trucking behind her.

“ ms. willams I’ve delivered your weird, talkative friend”

“fast and safely thankyou, thankyou, general”

black pants sagging, white tee, white air force 1’s and a shiny necklace on his neck. sticking out like a sore thumb. a classic african american in wakanda. in his left hand is his large suitcase.  

finally, they spot each other. ray drops in suitcase immediately, they run and capture each other in a warm embrace. holding each other tight with arms wrapped around each other. unaware to the two shuri is spying above, looking out from the lab window.

‘they don’t have to hug for that long’ shuri sneers out

“ bitchhh you look good” the two down below, began to catch up.

“ no, ray literally missed you so much them calls just wasn’t cutting it no more” riri wipes a dry tear from her clear eyes.

“i knowwww! okay so I look good now, where are we going” ray spins around showing off his outfit

“yeahh, head to show wakanda how we get’s down, yeahhh” a nasty giggle is delivered from the two.

“okay, wait. so first I’m hungry so food, and then after that we can come back change and go out to the club” on queue riri stomach marks a monstrous growl.

“oooooo you got it all planned out for lil ole me” ray is jumping at squealing.

“ but..” riri causes him to stop jumping

“ I did invite shuri with us, she is always cooped up in her lab and I want her to bond with you also.” she nervously says.

“oh girl you had me stressed! yeah I’m down with the queen for sure” “do she know how to party tho?” he whispers, with a nasty smirk riri nods her head.

“umm she can party forsure , hopefully she just has the strength to get out of the lab”

“girl you know what! keep them lil nasty thoughts for later you have to tell me  everything later about you and the fucking QUEEN”

they enter the palace, going to ray's guess room

“ oh my god, bitch , this my room?!?”

“ uhh yea something wrong”

“ nah it’s giving black luxury!!! giving i needa find me a lil wakandan man so I can settle down here” he drags out, causing a series of laughter to erupt from the room. they put away the items and head out for food.

“okay so I know you love your nigerian food but we just gonna go by the vibes tonight” riri states while playing with her gifted personal beads

“yeah, I’ll buss it down for sum greens, ANY TIME AND DAY! plus I don’t want to get anything I can get back at home.”  he speaks while looking over to what riri is playing with.

finally getting her beads to corporate “ hey baby me and raymonte finna head out for some dinner, after we eat we was thinking about coming back here and getting dressed to go out to the club. I’ll keep you updated if anything changes. also, if you're going let me know! bye, love you.”

pointing to the kimoyo beads, “friend why is you taking to yo bracelet”

“oh these my kimoyo beads i can do a whole bunch with them. video call, regular call, record, do the lil cpr thing with them” ray pokes the beads.

“ oh okay I knew you said wakanda has technological advancements but dang”

“ yeah just wait till you see the rest of the city”

they exit the palace heading to the maglev train.

“ ri where the fuck the rails at omg”

“ ray get on the fucking train please. even if I did explain how it works, you still gone be confused.”

“ I ain’t even mad, you know me so well, I missed you so bad.”

they finally reach the city floor, orange skies complemented the tall building and buzzing streets.

“ you know wakanda give new york but like… without all the bad shit.”

“what the hell is you talking about”

“ new york like the best state kinda right, everyone loves new york. but they got high ass rent, trash, bugs, terrible homes everything is so much for lackluster. wakanda is just like new york but make it no bad shit oh and african- girl why it’s a whole mexican pop up thingy” riri just listens as her friend talks rambles on and on.

“oh since shuri made an alliance with the man namor”

“ wait the the bitch who was tryna murk you??”

“ yeah him, the talokans really like wakanda so some of them bring their food over here so yeah, but wakanda ain’t completely cut off we got food from like every african country and even soul food”

“ oh snap so they still knew the world, but was hiding from it ??? crazy”

“uhhhh yeah and yeah kbbq”

“ohhh okay well ms international want to share a torta?”

“ they got a wakanda inspired one, this beans, meat, and cheese different”

they order the food, sharing the sandwich while exploring the golden city. they stop and see different neighborhoods and downtown and malls.

soon rays legs start hurting so the exploring is cut short.

“ girl, wait, pause, my feet thobbin i need lay down”

“oh look here go the train just in time” they hop onto the maglev making their way to the palace. stepping into the entrance ray goes to his room to rest up and to get dressed, riri goes up to check on shuri. trotting into the lab,she finds it empty, still thinking her lover could be in there, she enters even further.

“shuri you in here” silence greats her.

‘hmm, maybe she’s in her room’

quickly reaching the room, she greats the queen.

“hey baby I’ve been looking for you”

“oh I was up here I stopped working a little early, how was the food?” shuri kisses the small girls forehead pulling her into her lap on the bed.

“ good we shared a torta. sooo that means you coming out with us?”

“uhhh I don’t know all about your friend”

“what baby, you never even met him”

“I’m just saying he’s really close and touch with you” riri gives a look to shuri

“see! I want my money I knew you was gone do this” shuri rolles her eyes at her

“yeah whatever I'm not going” shuri pushes riri off her lap trying to get under the covers. riri goes into the closet pulling out a dress.

“oh baby calm down, that’s just how we are. you have literally nothing to worry about I promise. this is a person that means a lot to me. he’s closer than family.” riri finishes as she slips up the short dress, “can you zip me up”

“wha what your wearing … that” shuri stares at her blankly

“umm yeah? it just a dress you should get dressed” picking up her phone riri calls ray

“are you ready”

“ yeah i’m puting on my shoes right now.”

“okay let me see the fit.” ray turns the camera around towards the full body mirror.

“okay lil gangsta” rounds of high pitch yeahhhs are said.

“yeahhhh”

“yeahhhh! you look good real bad”

“oh ooo lemme see you” shuri is already on edge. riri props the phone up on a dresser and backs away giving a 360

“my GAWD you big booty bit-” shuri slams the phone down ending the call.

“shuri… for real? why you do that” riri says with big pout

“ really…” shuri rolls her eyes at riri’s confusion. shuri zips up her low rise jeans, ready to go.

“you're deadass giving him a 360, I need you, to be for real” riri sends a text message

‘meet me at the club, and go with one of the doras’ she then drops the location  

shortly riri and shuri are walking up to the club. shuri’s arm rest around riri’s waist as they walk in. the club atmosphere is surrounded with yellows and browns.

“want a drink love”

“yeah baby and can u get ray some shots of tequila” hesitating she agrees.

the scientist stalks around the club looking for the man, once she spots him she waved him over.

“girl let’s go dance”  ray damn near yanks riri out of her heals to her dance floor.

the club is loud, lights bright, speakers blasting music. songs switch fast, at first freak hoe by speaker knockers is blaring. ray naturally turns around to riri and dances on her. creating a small crowd to hype him up. shuri is on her way back to the spot she left riri originally. spotting all the commotion, she makes her way to the dance floor. people naturally parting ways once they look up and see its shuri that’s cutting through. before she reaches the two, ray is still dancing on riri. then the song changes again and city girls is playing, the two irrupt screams.

“do it baby stick it baby suck up on that” riri screams

“WHATTT” ray answers

“until that”

“WHATT”

“hickey baby” they both scream the lyrics in sync, adding their own twist to the song.

riri then begins to dance on ray, in return he catches her as she did to him. riri dress rides up a bit and ray goes to pull it down.

“hold up bookie your dress”

shuri then closes the remaining distance, stepping into riri’s front line of vision. the younger head shoots up at the touch.

“ oh hey baby, ray this is shuri, shuri this is ray”

“heeey miss queen” shuri’s eyebrows rise to the top of her forehead, she didn’t expect him

to be so nice, but she is still pissed.

‘maybe riri was right, well we will see’

“hello good to finally meet you ray, you know since you stole my girlfriend away from me” she passes all the drinks around.

“shuri stop” riri smacks her arm.

ray give a loud cackle, “ms shuri you could have joined us earlier when we went and got some food. i never wanna steal her away from you, even though she was and is my first.”

shuri tries to bite her tongue, but she can't hold back.

“yeah, that’s cute, but I’m who she belongs to, so now what.”

shuri snakes her arm around riri’s waist, causing her dress to ride up. sensing that she then places a hand on her ass giving it a squeeze.

“OOOOO you said she was pressure, BUT GOOD GAWD” ray and riri giggle and geek over shuris possessiveness.

they dance all night, the queen finally letting loose for real. the club is jumping, the room to move gets smaller and smaller. after a few rounds of drinks and shots riri starts to feel the effects. Rihanna’s work seeps into the loudspeakers. as work plays riri grinds her hips on shuri. she turns around placing her hands on her knees fully loosing any shame or decorum. they dance to the beat, as ray tells them he’s going to the bar. riri turns around to put her hands around the queen's shoulder. out the corner of her eye she spots ray. her best friend is seen talking to some tall guy with muscles the too leaning on the bar. she is pulled away from her nosy antics by shuri.

“your lucky i love you for real.”

“I know I’m very lucky, but what made you think that this time”

“your dance on your little friend”

“love it’s my body I can dance on whom I want” they still continue to dance despite the weight on the conversation. work fades in quickie by Miguel.

“I understand that, but it’s just like, why she can’t dance with me, I’m her girlfriend. I’m the one who can make you scream, nobody else can.” shuri tightens the hold on riri’s waist.

“you are mine love, you know I don't sharing what mine love.” the queen snakes her hands down to riri’s core, delivering light touches. she knows the little drivers her insane, continuing, she rubs her clothes clit in circles. riri leans her head back on shuri’s shoulder, releasing moans that the music hungrily swallows. shuri front to riri’s ass, she persists putting the girl through hell, riri can’t wait to rip off her tight dress. the night slowly comes to an end, the boy and the couple slowly walks back to the palace.

“girl wakanda party a lil too hard for lil ole me” the group cackled

“nahh, but I did see that man you was talking to at the bar”  

“you always been so noisy, stay otta grown folks business”

“but nah I never got his number, I don’t know if he forgot or that’s just wakanda’s customs”

“It's not”

“well damn, I guess that's it for that then”

they enter the train platform and ray bumps into someone “ooop sorry bookie.”

ray looks up and see it’s the guy from the bar from. feet away, the couple sees them exchange numbers and socials. shocked and amazing at the perfect timing.

walking back to the couple “yeah, yeah! better hind your mans raymonte outside y’all”

they ride the train, walking into the palace.

“oops sorry bookie” shuri repeats in her accent tears in her eyes.

the couple head up to their room. while stripping off her dress riri sparks the conversation back up again.

“but what makes you act that way, you know I love you”

“yeah, but it just doesn’t feel good being selfish. I know it's irrational, but I do try.”

“plus, I just met ray and I thought he was some straight man trying to steal you away!!”

“first of all good thing we both gay” riri laughs at shuri’s misunderstanding.  

“and also you really thought I’m gonna give up you! YOU! wakanda, the relationships I’ve built her for some man… ewww!” riri slips out of the dress heading to the shower, shuri in tow.

“even if I was into men, he can’t do nothing. somebody that can’t even cook noodles right ? somebody that calls me when he gets scared of spiders and shit.” riri pulls the nob for the hot water to turn on.

“wow that’s crazy but not too much on bookie okay!” they giggle as their bodies become clean with the soapy suds.

[bpd-shuichi-togo]

Now that you mention it, what are your thoughts on chapter 12 actually? Why do you seemingly imply it’s worse than any other chapter before it? Do you agree with that one person who described it as Act 2’s equivalent of Act 1’s chapter 8? What do you think about Fuxi and Smoky God, about each of their departures from the game and about LW’s liberal interpretation of the characters? Of course, I’d like to hear your thoughts anyway even without an answer to all or any of the questions above.

really sorry to disappoint you but i didn't read through this chapter myself, and i don't intend to (except MAYBE to skim through for togo content, but likely not even that bc i hatehatehate cullen's sprite). everything i've gathered about it, i've gathered from @vegetarian-macan so you'd be better off asking them for these specific insights. but to give my thoughts despite that: (under the cut for LENGTH as well as csa/incest/sexual abuse as pertaining to foosie :|, tl;dr i'm not reading all that)

good god i'm not reading all that. like quite sincerely, i'm not reading all that, for a few reasons. those particular reasons aside for the moment: the creators were so crudely shoehorned in and i find both hecate and kuniyoshi so unpleasant just as concepts that the thought of having to sit through any length of creators' screentime immediately turned me off from the chapter, even before i learned about the other shit. like what do you think you're doing. i don't CARE about these guys. you can't just abruptly yank me away from the shit i actually have an investment in in the story and drop me with a bunch of randos, at least 2 of whom i find unbearable, to do? idk i didn't read that far i think you get the point. also correct me if i'm wrong but just from what i understand, All That wasn't even really necessary, from a writing perspective? like, if the point of All That, plot-wise, was to start to alienate the protag from the majority of app users, have them meet the creators (who presumably will be more relevant in later chapters), and get them where they need to be to encounter smoky and later tindalos… they don't actually need to be abruptly separated from all the other summoners for that to work. imo All That would have been alot better with at least one of the others there, at least initially, for the creators to play off of as they're being introduced- and more importantly, to carry over the tension from shuichi bringing up the possibility of them betraying the protag. fucking UNBELIEVABLE that they would have that conversation happen, have people start turning against the protag, and then just separate the protag from the summoners immediately after instead of reckoning with that at all. remember how the protag has memories of being murdered by their friends? what a great time to address that! and then they don't. man, can you imagine if hecate had her 'oh this seems like genuine hatred between you' line (or whatever it was idk), but instead of being about the protag and some guy they just met and have no relationship to, it was about the protag and, like, toji? saying all this and realizing how much better it could have been executed is so annoying -_-. all this with a grain of salt or whatever ig

aside from that there's like. i just don't like act 2 lol. ch12 continues to move parts of the story in directions i don't like, like how the shuichi-duo conflict is being handled (CHRIST ALIVE.), and- more significantly- the mononobe-solomon thing. good fucking god i hate the mononobe-solomon thing. but these are topics for their own posts probably. basically PLEASE just let shuichi process his negative feelings surrounding duo or at the very least Acknowledge that duo… genuinely did do him wrong even if he didn't actually ditch him, and for the love of god the whole POINT of mononobe is that he is a normal man. i DON'T like act 2.

in any case. as annoying as all that is, i would have suffered through it (with a healthy dose of griping) just for the togos (cullen is in this chapter!!), were it not for 1) foosie's presence. obviously. 2) The Reveal regarding the protag's origin or whatever.

going to address 2 first since it ties into your question re: ch8 pretty neatly: this is an ABSURD comparison. ch8 is the climax and conclusion of act 1, so unless i missed something and we're now on act 3, ch12 quite literally can't be its act 2 equivalent. moreover, ch12 couldn't reach ch8 with a fifty foot pole and a running start, and it's perfectly illustrated in their Big Reveals. the revelation in ch8 that not only can there be a destiny set into one's role and rule, the protag in particular is doomed to die thanks to theirs- and moreover, they have died, over and over, including at the hands of their friends, because tokyo is trapped in a time loop- is, imo, simultaneously one hell of a rug-pull and a fucking phenomenal culmination of act 1's exploration of Narrative, which it had been building towards from the moment the protag declares their Role as wanderer. ch12's limp attempts at being meta with '~the character customization screen was canon~' and (presumably) alluding to the player just are not going to impress me after that- even if they didn't contradict the premise of the story and overwrite what the protag brought to the theme of 'the violence inherent in imposing a narrative onto a person' by erasing that they were a normal human from an alternate tokyo until they were pulled into the game and connected with boundless tail in a process that cost them all their memories and could have obliterated their capacity for personhood altogether… which i also just Do Not Appreciate.

frankly, i'm insulted. what the hell is this. i want to know what's going on in the writers' room just so i know whose face to spit in for this. like I Am Not Reading All That just for it to culminate in a cheap twist that undermines the quality of the writing, especially not after chapters 7 & 8. ooh the character screen was canon get the hell out of my face. i didn't read ch12 disclaimer once more. god i hate act 2

as for foosie. skimming the summaries before 12 got translated i read something regarding him from late in the chapter that made me decide i'd probably skip reading it. and then i forgot! and then after it got translated literally his first line made me remember and also quit playing immediately. if everything else about the chapter were fine, i still wouldn't be able to bring myself to read through 12 just because of foosie's presence. the whole 'teenaged protagonist in imminent-to-immediate danger of sexual abuse from a grown ass man who btw is using them as a proxy for his sister' thing would be too visceral for me to stomach, even if it weren't utterly gratuitous and was executed/handled well. and from what i understand it was not handled or executed well: afaik foosie added nothing to the story but a gratuitous, gross, and honestly confused portrayal of incest. like they simultaneously wanted to fetishize and romanticize/sanitize incest, both of which individually are repugnant, but also are basically mutually exclusive so it's like… morally this is abhorrent and from a writing standpoint this is incoherent. they portray foosie as unbalanced, possessive and predatory, accentuated by the fact that he's pursuing a child, who he allows something horrible to happen to that leaves them alienated and incredibly emotionally vulnerable before completely isolating them and making advances, all of this reflecting on- and painting a HORRIFYING picture of- his relationship with nuwa, who he is pursuing through the protag. and then after all this, the problem with his and nuwa's relationship is supposed to be that he was too distant and dismissive of her or something, as though his whole thing this entire time has not been being obsessed with her. you know how all the severance-wanderers were killed/violently banished from their worlds by their respective representatives? like, that's the whole thing? not so here, apparently! she ran away of her own volition without any instance of foosie being violent towards her or actively harming her in any way! perhaps you'd like to buy a bridge! and they send him off not only trying to illicit sympathy for him (FUCK OFF???), but with the parting note that now that he knows to be less dismissive he hopes to reunite with nuwa and have a healthy incestuous relationship. kiss my ass.

^feel free not to correct me if i'm wrong on any of this btw, there's no possible permutation that is going to be even remotely tolerable.

and for what? someone please tell me what he was supposed to add to the story. or don't! he's literally only here bc someone thought sexual violence was titillating! afaic there's nothing this even theoretically added that couldn't be done in some variation without the fetishization of sexual abuse or the sanitization of incest! i really do hate this fucking game

anyways.

i didn't actually gather much about smoky. before 12 got translated i thought he'd been working together with foosie so i did not care for him at all, but it turns out that's the literal opposite of the case so he can hang. honestly very curious about what's going on with him?? i've seen alot of vitriol for him, but i don't know what he did, let alone what could be so bad as to be memorable with foosie right there. more and more i feel like i shouldn't be surprised but i cannot fucking believe they introduced a brown man literally just to die horribly. on that note, re: his and foosie's departures: man wouldn't it have made so much more sense for smoky to have been the one to peacefully resign from the game, with foosie- the gambler, having bet it all and lost- as the one to somehow die so hard it's permanent? so the guy who 'tricked the app and the gates' is still alive so that can be explored later bc wtf does that even mean.

altogether, i'm not reading all that shit. (Man Who Thought He'd Lost All Hope Loses Last Additional Bit Of Hope He Didn't Even Know He Still Had voice) really does not leave me optimistic about the direction this game is going. still though, i'm still VERY invested in the togos' plot line(s), especially cully-wullen's potential fratricide arc. despite everything somehow i'm looking forward to reading 13 when it comes out, for isaac if nothing else.

[moonchildstyles]

We need some aster angst :( I love our babies but I neeeed it! Like her doing something :( and she’s trying to apologize but every time she’s in the room Harry gets up and leave :( he goes for the kitchen or the bathroom pretending he’s busy and on one hand she wants to just corner him and blurt it out and hug him and kiss him and show him how sorry she is but on the other hand she feels like she’s being too much on him and bothering him :( and it isn’t helping when every time she’s around him he huffs :(! Idk what she’d do but it’s not something with her parents (but they are defiantly the root of it) like maybe they jussst moved in so they are getting used to each other and she does his laundry for him even though he has told her a couple of times to not do it cause he doesn’t want her to do anything and he thinks it’s ridiculous but when she sees his basket full of clothes and full of shirts she’s dying to wear she just does it and she folds it up all nicely and puts it in his wardrobe and she’s happy that she’s doing something nice for him and is just giddy thinking about when he kisses the top of her head telling her how she shouldn’t have done it but he’s thankful like he said the last time she did it for him and she’s all 🥺🥰 but once he’s looking for the basket asking he where it is and she tells him she did it he is irritated “why did you do it? I told you many times not to angel” even though the sweet pet name leaves his lips he doesn’t sound as sweet :( and she’s explaining herself that she saw her favorite shirt and thought might as well do it all but he’s getting heated and just thinks she thinks she has to do these things for him to love her and he hates it he hates that her parents made her feel like if she wasn’t offering anything she wasn’t worthy of the love she’s receiving idk something like that

aster angst makes me soooooo:( it’s always so hard to write for me but I do love when it all comes together:( maybe it’s a little closer to h feeling frustrated bc she’s really trying to do everything in the house after they move in together and like that honeymoon phase of :)we live together now:) has worn off and like she’s going to class coming home and trying to clean up from their breakfast and then she also goes to the library and comes back and is trying to make dinner and clean up and do laundry and there’s not a second where she’s not going going going and honestly the whole reason he wanted to live w her is to spend more time w her ofc and she’s just not letting him and it’s when he tries to help and like he cleans up their breakfast mess before he leaves for her she’s all pouty like :( h:((( why are u doing this:( and he’s ?????? And it just starts picking at both of them bc she thinks that’s what she’s supposed to do her mom always was the one cleaning and cooking and keeping house so y/n kind of mentally prepared herself to fill that role when she moved in and now she’s worried that she’s not doing enough or not doing it right and then it triggers her anxiety and h just keeps getting frustrated bc now she’s like taking it up a notch and trying to emulate exactly how he had things when he lived w Mitch bc that’s how he liked it right??? And she gets upset when he tries to help and it’s just like…all the stress of the move and now he’s worried ab her and she won’t talk to him and honestly all the paperwork that goes into registering Evie to live in the house is such a bitch so he’s just….not happy and it’s easier for him to get a little huffy and put distance between them than to yell at her or snap like he knows he has the tendency to do so it just ends up being a lot of y/n now taking on the responsibility of making Harry happy and trying harder around the house and h trying to offer help but is dismissed and ahhh!!!! I can see it all coming to a head and soft of soft kissing and making up and getting to really enjoy living together again 

[mythiccheroacademia]

No, this is 

A/N: Talk about record timing. Can’t believe I got this out in one go. This is the last part of the three part Sero fanfic series. No more angst. Y’all got lucky with this one ;)

Sorry for the mushiness. You and Sero are simps™️. It was kind of ugly.  However, it couldn’t be helped. 

I had fun writing this. I hope you had fun too. Enjoy 🖤

Pairing: Sero X Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, not graphic but heavily implied under-aged sex that teenagers don’t do (hope you noted the sarcasm), and fluffiness!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

No, this is

It was 24 days post-breakup. You were doing better. Much better. There were still days when the tears would burn, but it was nothing crippling. Not like it used to be. Besides, between training and your academics, you didn’t have time to mope around. You might be heartbroken, but you weren’t going deter your life because of it.

You sat on your couch, studying for your Calculus test the next day. The busy work had been down to a minimal, so you had more time to study for exams. For now, you were reviewing everything you and Momo had reviewed during the evening.

Then your phone buzzed.

You squinted as you read the name, assuring yourself you weren’t seeing wrong.

It was Sero.

It had been over three weeks since you received a text from him. And vice-versa. You almost forgot his contact was in your phone. Hagakure had said texting him in a moment of weakness would mean double heartache for you. So, you made yourself suppress any urges to text him.

There was a voice inside your head to ignore the message. It was only recently that you had been okay with seeing him on a daily basis. And the class dynamic was going back to normal. You didn’t want to ruin it again—

He double—no—triple texted.

Maybe you shouldn’t have opened it as quickly as you did.

Sero: Hey, how are you doing?

Sero:

Okay, that was probably weird. I’m sorry for texting you after all this time. I know I’m probably the last person you want on your phone so, I’ll make these next few paragraphs as quick as possible

Sero:

At first, I thought time apart would be good for us. 24 hours after, I was a mess, but seeing you smile and laugh…I thought I could suck it up and move on if you were too. Three weeks in, and I’m going crazy not being able to talk to you. I know it’s almost been a month and I am every bit of a coward for only now growing the balls to finally reach out to you, but I need you to know this. I didn’t want to break-up. I never did. I only said that because I was angry, defensive and I wanted to hurt you. It was in the heat of the moment, but that’s no excuse. I was being a dick. I’m sorry for hurting you. I didn’t mean to be condescending. I didn’t mean to lose my temper. I never mean to make you feel like I don’t have time for you.

Sero: I would spend every waking moment with you if I could, but it’s just been a bit overwhelming lately with school. Something I know you can relate to and I’m sorry was acting like I was alone in that. I feel like such an asshole for letting you go. You’re worth fighting for, Y/N. These past 18 months have been so amazing and I’m not ready to let that go. I never want to. I want to be by your side through thick and thin. I’m sorry for not showing you that as of late, but I swear it still holds true

Sero: Long story short, I’m willing to fix this if you want to. I want to talk. Face to face. If you don’t want to get back together, I understand. I will respect your decision no matter what. I just want to make sure both of us lay our issues on the table so, at the very least, we get closure and, hopefully, stay friends. Know that you will always have me as your biggest supporter, even if it’s not in the way I want to be

Sero: I love you, Y/N. Now and forever. I’m so sorry I ever hurt you

He watched the dots in the chat bubble bounce, on and off, for 30 minutes.

You: Hey

Sero: Hey

You: Apology accepted. Thank you for reaching out and I didn’t mean to leave you on read. I just had to type up my corny paragraph in notes before I sent it to you. You know how I get

Sero: Of course. And even if you did mean to, I would deserve it

Sero: And I’m all ears…or eyes?

You laughed at that. Even after all this time, he was still cracking jokes.

You: I thought I could make peace with what happened that night. It was so hard going to bed, knowing we had fought and not making up. But you looked like you were moving on and I didn’t want you to pity me. So, I chose to move on to. Or, at least I tried to.

You; The truth is, I never wanted to break-up with you. I don’t even know why I ever suggested the idea. I was mad and I just started rambling, finding whatever I could say to hurt you like I was hurting. I’m sorry for that. It makes me feel happy that you feel the same way. When I heard you agree with me, I felt like I could’ve died right there. I thought ‘I just helped him get rid of myself.’ I felt like the biggest idiot for ruining our relationship. Thank you for apologizing, but I also have things to apologize for.

You: I’m sorry for storming in your room with an attitude. I’m sorry for being a hypocrite and getting angry with you whenever you had schoolwork. That’s important and I was being a jerk. When I confronted you, I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that either. I haven’t loved anyone like I love you, Sero. Losing you broke my heart in ways I didn’t think were possible. 18 months isn’t enough time. I probably sound selfish, but I want more. With you. Only you. I want to talk it out. I know we can fix this. I want to so badly because I love you too much to let you go

You: I’m so sorry for hurting you

Sero: apology accepted. not to be annoying, but you don’t know how happy I am rn. i’d kiss you if i could

You: simp

You: talk tonight?

Sero: look who’s talking

Sero: and as much as I want to, you have the calculus test tomorrow, don’t you? I want you to get all the study time you can

Sero: tomorrow night?

You: no, you have tutoring for the Japanese Lit exam Friday. I know how hard you’ve been working in that class, so I want you to put all your energy on that

You: we can talk after school Friday?

Sero: okay, sounds good

You: okay

You: thank you for not giving up on me

Sero: never

Sero: I love you, baby. I’m sorry again

You: I know. I love you more

Sero: impossible

…

The next day, your classmates were very confused to see the two of you walk into homeroom together. They gaped as you laughed at a joke he cracked.

After nearly a month of ignoring one another, you two were suddenly keke-ing it up? What?

Your friends wanted answers. So, you were forced to tell them after class. Most of them were happy the two of you would talk it out. They respected your split but missed how happy you two when you were together. It just made sense.

Mina and Bakugo said they would only be happy if the talk went well. Bless their hearts.

On Friday night, you were just about to text Sero to ask where and when you’d talk. Before you could send the message, a knock on your window made you jump.

“Helloooo~” the perpetrator goofily sung, dangling by his tape.

You rolled your eyes as you opened the window to let him in.

“You scared the shit out of me. I thought you said no more dangling by windows like a stalker?” you teased.

“I did?” he chuckled.

You let him use your shoulder as support as you held his waist and he climbed through the window. Detaching himself from the used tape, he finally stood on his feet, but his arms never left you.

A moment passed between you two as you stared at one another. Sero only looked at your smile for three seconds before he took your lips with his own. Your hands threaded through his hair as his cupped your cheeks, squeezing out all the space between you.

The kiss was firm, desperate, and it kind of hurt; but it was everything you two needed at that moment. It was a crash course of the 28 days you spent apart. The feeling of your lips pressed against his was arresting. You couldn’t think. All you could do was relish in the feeling of relief. Relief that you were re-learning that he tasted like warm cinnamon and spice.

It was oxygen that separated you two. You kissed one of his hands on your cheeks and Sero connected your foreheads.

“I missed you,” he whispered, against your lips. “I was an idiot.”

“You were.” You softly kissed him, biting his bottom lip and enjoying the way he groaned. “But I was too. I missed you so much.”

“Forgive me?”

“Only if you’ll forgive me.”

“Always,” he smiled.

You returned it tenfold. “Always,” you repeated.

Then your lips found one another again. This time, you drew impossibley closer. Your arms found purchase around his neck as his hands slid down to your hips. Your tongues explored the warm cavern of the other’s mouth, making up for lost time. You moaned into him and Sero felt his dick twitch. One hand gripped the back of your head, tilting your head so he could have even more access. His other hand gripped your ass, making you whine in need. Just as your hands touched the warm skin on his taut stomach, Sero pulled your head back.

“Fuck—wait, baby,” he panted.

“What?” you hissed, pissed he was interrupting.

Even with his eyes clouded with lust, Sero would always prove to be the rational one in the relationship.

“W-we still have things we need to talk about.”

“Hanta, you walked in here, your hair in a ponytail, and no underwear under your sweatpants. Your grey sweatpants,” you enunciated. ���And you wanna talk?”

“W-well, this is important and—” He tried to continue even as you forced yourself onto his neck. He forgot how sensitive he was there. And were you always this good with your tongue? “A-and—shit—I mean, we promised to talk…talk about wh-what weeee neeeed…oooh right there sweetheart—fuck! No!”

He pulled you away again, this time glaring down at you. However, he didn’t manage long from seeing your glistening lips from sucking on his skin. Your eyes glowed in pride at the darkening mark and they flickered upwards, meeting his crumbling resolve. You licked your bottom lip, eyeing him like he was a four-course meal.

You were gonna kill him one day.

“We need to talk about how to improve our relationship,” he gulped.

You quirked an eyebrow but smiled. “How about a deal? We get rid of this,” he curses as you palm his erection. “And then we can spend the night talking, yeah?”

He didn’t even miss a beat.

“Bet.”

His mouth was on yours in an instant. You figure yourselves out between kisses.

“Door?”

“Locked,” you confirmed. “Condoms?”

Sero hissed out another curse. “Shit, no. I didn’t think we’d—”

“Don’t worry about it. I have some in the drawer.” You jump and he effortlessly catches you so your secure on his hips. The adornment in his eyes makes your stomach do flips. You’ve missed this. You’ve missed him. You can’t believe you almost let him go.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing you almost impossibly soft.

You return it. “I love you too. Now, make love to me, Sero Hanta.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

A third of the night was spent tangled beneath the sheets, letting your bodies explore each other until not a single curve or scar was left untouched. After burning through five condoms, the other third was left for conversation. Vulnerable moments were shared. Some tears were shed, but those intimate truths would forever be treasured. Finally, the remainer of the night was spent asleep, wrapped in the other’s arms. A silent vow floating between your lips that you would never let go.

Because, this truly was better.

[celestianstars]

Protector

Viktor Drago x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

inspired by an anon that asked @dragothishole what Viktor would do if Ludmilla was talking shit about him and his s/o got tired of hearing it and slapped her like she deserves.

As soon as I read that ask I was like...yo I neeeed to write this so i hope y’all enjoy it ily!!!

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Your blood was boiling and she hadn’t even been in the room for more than a few minutes.

You tried to focus on Viktor, wondering what this must be like for him.

He didn’t talk about his mother very much but since starting a relationship with you, he told you about how she left him and Ivan when he was kid and then again when he lost against Creed and sure, you’d never met her before but you already hated her.

You were more angry about it than he was which he understood, you were gonna have issues with any person that hurt him.

While he still sometimes struggled with how he felt about her and everything she had done to his family, he could really care less about her. After she left the second time around he decided he was done with her and any thoughts of having some sort of relationship with her, he wanted nothing to do with her.

It’s not that he’d let it go and was down to forgive her, he knew Ludmilla was vile and cruel but he just refused to let her have any affect on him anymore and would try to keep healing from the wounds her absence had left little by little.

You weren’t even sure why she was here, showing up completely uninvited to one of his fights. You figured she was trying to weasel her way into his life now that he was doing fights in America and was being recognized more by the boxing world but you were also aware of what she had been saying about him in the past year since the fight with Adonis and you couldn’t think about it very hard because it made you angry.

The fight had finished, giving Viktor another win and now she had made her grand entrance in one of the private rooms of the stadium, Ivan looking startled and uncomfortable and Viktor, expressionless as the wrappings on his fists were being taken off.

“Кто она такая?” (Who is she?) Ludmilla gestured to you, asking Viktor. Your Russian wasn’t the absolute best but he’d been teaching you and you were also learning on your own and could understand pretty well.

“His girlfriend.” you state immediately after she asked, your arms crossed over your chest, glaring at her.

“Oh! You speak Russian, very good! Nice to meet you.” she smiled as sweetly as possible and held out her hand but you turned your back and walked over to where Viktor was.

No way you were getting her evil energy on you.

Ivan spoke up after a second of terribly awkward silence, asking her what she was doing here.

“I wanted to congratulate Viktor on his win tonight but to remind him not to get comfortable. You still lost against Creed and he owns the heavyweight title. That’s what you want, Viktor, you shouldn’t be his friend, it’s weak of you.” she addressed him again and you swore you could feel your blood pressure go up.

Adonis and Viktor had been in contact since the fight and from what you saw it was a really good thing for both of them.

They both understood what it was like to live with their father’s legacy on their shoulders as well as being impacted directly by the night their father’s had gotten in the ring. Viktor found some comfort there, using Adonis’ support to help get him through losing that fight and to try and repair his relationship with Ivan.

Of course she’d think it was weak of him, it was clear she only saw him as a means to get more money and status and wouldn’t ever acknowledge the damage she did to him or Ivan.

“I don’t need to prove anything to you. I get bigger fights now, more recognition, I’m doing fine.” Viktor shrugged, icing his knuckles now.

You smirked at his response, proud that he was showing her that he wasn’t gonna play this game with her.

Ivan wasn’t about to say a single word, he was so far out of his comfort zone with this entire situation and while he definitely had something he could say in his son’s defense, when it came to Ludmilla, it was only harder to communicate.

“You don’t need to prove anything? Глупый! (Stupid!) You owe it to our country to be what your father failed miserably to be. They still drag your family through the dirt, it’s no wonder I had to take Drago out of my name! You will always be just a loser, a failure!” she snapped back, obviously not liking his nonchalant attitude towards her.

You on the other hand were another story.

You tried to keep yourself busy, wiping down Viktor’s chest with a towel since he was still sweaty from the fight, and making sure ice got applied to the areas on his face that were starting to swell.

You tried really hard to just let her say her bullshit and leave but each second she stood there and talked down to him and called him names you inched closer to snapping.

“How dare you call him a failure! He doesn’t owe anyone or any country a thing! It was fucked up for them to make Ivan leave Russia in the first place, it was fucked up for YOU to leave him and your OWN CHILD too but you’re actually gonna stand there and tell him that he’ll always be seen as a loser if he doesn’t do what you say? You’re wrong on so many levels!” you weren’t shouting but your voice was definitely elevated a little and your tone was full of spite.

The audacity she had to come in here and speak to your baby that way was beyond you and nobody was calling her out for literally abandoning her family so you were taking it upon yourself to do that.

“You have no business speaking to me of what’s right or wrong! Viktor, your choice of women is a disaster, why not someone famous….and with money.” she raised an eyebrow at you, looking you up and down.

“Maybe it’s because I’m not a greedy snake who’s only with him for how much money he could potentially make. I love him and would never leave him, like you left him, doesn’t matter whether he wins or loses!” you felt your fists clench at your side before his large hand covered them, trying to calm you.

“Alright, enough.You need to leave, Ludmilla. Disrespect me all you want but don’t drag her into this.” Viktor’s tone was stern, commanding even, his hand leaving yours for a second to gesture at the door.

He greatly appreciated your urge to defend him and call her out on her shit but he also didn’t want you to waste your energy on her because he certainly wasn’t.

He felt his anger rise when she had come after you because protecting you was like an instinct to him but he knew he had to tell her to leave at this point, nothing was going to be fixed this way and it was only agitating everyone.

“You’re a complete waste of a fighter! Ты позорный!” (You’re disgraceful!) she just kept talking and talking.

You weren’t sure how to even process this, she kept trash talking him and his abilities as a fighter and then connecting that to how Ivan was also weak in her eyes and you were nearly becoming homicidal from anger.

Tired of hearing her, you walked up to her and got in her face, telling her to leave like she’d already politely been told to do, not in the least bit intimidated by how tall she was at this point.

Not that it stopped her from continuing to run her mouth, she wasn’t going to take you seriously and you knew that.

“Viktor you’re the greatest disappointment to me…” she disregarded your presence and addressed him again but she didn’t have time to get another word out because the next thing you knew, your palm was connecting with her face.

You weren’t sure if it was an accumulation of all the trash talking or that specific thing that made you snap but there was no holding it in anymore.

You put all the force you could muster into that slap, satisfied with how she stumbled back and looked at you in shock.

“Do you even fucking hear yourself? He’s a disappointment? You have NO idea how much of an amazing person he is! I can’t believe you can stand here and not be begging for his forgiveness for abandoning him but instead you degrade him…” you were definitely shouting now, stalking towards her, making her move backwards as you continued to rip into her with your words.

Both Viktor and Ivan weren’t sure what had even happened for a second it all went down so quick but the sound of your hand meeting her face was sickeningly audible throughout the entire room.

Viktor had never seen you get this angry before, he’d seen you angry, but not like this, this was coming from someplace deep.

Just like it was an instinct to protect you, it was also yours to protect him and he admired your fierce defense of him, though at this particular moment, he knew he needed to take you out of the room because he wasn’t sure if Ludmilla would hit you back or do something else and he was ready for things to simmer down so he could go home with you and forget about this.

You were inches away from her now as her back hit one of the walls, happy at how shocked she still looked but not backing down from yelling at her some more.

“You don’t even deserve his time of day, he’s sweet and caring and the hardest working person I know and...Viktor stop no no! Put me down!” you felt your feet leaving the floor, a pair of familiar arms sweeping your legs out from underneath you, keeping you anchored against his chest with his other arm wrapped around your waist.

You kept screaming at her even as he carried you to the hallway outside the room, thrashing against him, trying to get out of his grip but against his size it was pointless.

“Put me the fuck down, Viktor! I wasn’t done with her, she can’t say those things to you! Viktor please!” you kept struggling against him even as he set you down, his body pressing into yours to keep you from running back into the room.

“Hey, easy, easy, calm down. I know you’re upset but listen to me, Y/N.” he tried to get you to look him in the eyes but you were pushing against his chest, trying to get him to move because fuck this entire situation, you were so angry.

“No! She doesn’t get to talk to you like that and get away with it! She doesn’t know you like I do and I can’t fucking stand her insulting you when you’ve done nothing to deserve being treated like that!” you stammered, still trying to move out from under the grip he had on you but your efforts weren’t getting you very far.

He really was a wall of solid muscle and as much as you loved that, right now all you were seeing was red.

“Shh shh I know, you’re right, you have every reason to be angry but right now I need you to calm down baby.” he cupped your chin and gently made you look up at him, your body finally giving up on fighting him.

You took a few deep breaths and nodded, knowing that you had just made a really big scene and weren’t thinking with a clear head right now.

“I don’t feel bad for hitting her but I’m sorry if that put you in a weird position, I just...I love you so much and I can’t just sit there and not defend you.” you sighed, relaxing against his hands.

He didn’t say anything for a second and when you looked up again you saw a little smile on his face.

“I don’t think you should feel bad either. It’s ok, I promise. Thank you for caring about me so much.” he pressed his forehead against yours, softly whispering that he loved you too.

A few more minutes were spent like that, Viktor wanting to be sure that you knew that while yes she deserved it, he didn’t want you to pay her any more attention because she wasn’t worth it and you eventually listened to reason, seeing his perspective.

Ludmilla finally emerged from the room, not daring to look at either of you as she stormed away, her face still visibly red which made you smirk.

You hoped she remembered that for a long time and would think twice the next time she wanted to trash talk.

Ivan followed shortly after her, feeling a mix of things from the conversation he had with her just seconds ago.

Things would probably never fully heal between them but he finally managed to say some things to her that he always wanted to say.

He wouldn’t admit this to either of you but he was glad that Viktor had someone who cared about him so deeply and you served as an example for him to be a better person to his son.

———

You watched Viktor get changed back in the locker room, laughing to yourself a little.

“What?” he questioned curiously, swinging his gym bag over his shoulder as both of you made your exit.

“Um...gosh this may be awful of me to say but...how’d my form look when I hit her? You think I could have a promising career in bitch slapping?” you burst into giggles, covering your face because of how red you were getting.

He didn’t know what he was expecting you to say but it wasn’t that and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing either, the deep rumble of his voice filling the hallways as you made your way out of the stadium.

“Oh for sure, you’re deadly. I bet you have mean right hook too.” he shook his head and the two of you kept laughing about it the entire way home.

You had your protector by your side and he had his, forever grateful that you showed him how much you loved him and believed in him on the daily and forever making it a point to reciprocate that love back to you as often as he could.

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[petri808]

Sixteen Weeks and Counting

@inukag-week Highschool AU canon divergence, 7 part/prompt by day story

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7  Day 4- Affection

A school science project can be tough enough but for Kagome Higurashi her semester was gearing up to be a hell of a ride when she’s paired up with the class slacker…

“What took you so long?” Miroku leans over and whispers as Inuyasha takes his seat.  “Class is half way over already.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, just had a run in with Koga at lunchtime.”

“I don’t see any marks on ya, he didn’t get a hit in?”

“Didn’t have a chance.”

“Whoa!” The teacher looks their way and Miroku ducks back down, but as soon as she goes back to writing on the board, he continues.  “Did you knock him out first?”

“Nah, girl stepped in between us.”

After Miroku picks up his jaw from the ground, his expression switches to a lecherous grin. “So, is she cute?”

“Keh!” Inuyasha turns away, but he couldn’t hide the slight burning in his cheeks from his friend.

“Oh ho!” Miroku pokes at this buddy, “bro you neeeed to give me details after class!”

“Will you shut up,” Inuyasha grits his teeth, “before the teacher comes over here!”

“Fine,” Miroku straightens out, “but I will find out who she is sooner or later…”

Of course, that month’s full moon had to fall on a Friday of all days.  It was common knowledge that hanyo’s like himself had a day when their demon powers waned, and the human side took back control.  But for Inuyasha, the feeling of being weaker never sat well with him.  Human frailties like disease cost his mother her life and even though it was just part of existing for them, that didn’t mean he had to like it.  You had a better chance of being struck by lightning than to see him on one of these nights and so the fact that Kagome was still going to be at his house when his turning would occur bugged him all day through classes. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to cancel their session.

Inuyasha stared out the living room window watching the sun slowly make it’s decent below the horizon. It wouldn’t be long now, he could feel the tingling in his finger tips and the fading scents around him.  He talks a dry gulp before gently tapping Kagome on the shoulder.  “I need to warn you about something, I… t-tonight is my human night so in a few minutes I’ll be turning.”

“Oh,” she turns to look at him, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, “why is that a big deal or something, like do I need to worry cause you’ll get all weird?”

He blinks at her nonchalant tone, “um no, just didn’t want you to freak out.”  He motions over his shoulder with his thumb, “I’ll be right back, I like taking a shower after I change.”

“Sure,” she smiles, “take your time.”

He was right on the dot by the time he had reached his room for the change to begin.  Hair shifting from white to black, his fingers, the claws retracting into human nails.  The oddest feelings were as his canine ears receded and human ones appeared instead. But he was used to it all, and after a minute, Inuyasha opened his eyes to the new man staring back from the full-length mirror.  He sighed, saddened by the loss of his extra senses.  It really wasn’t such a necessity in this day and age, but it was still a handy feature.  After gathering his clothing, he retreats to the bathroom for a quick shower.          

When Inuyasha returns for the project, he stops in the kitchen to grab them drinks and runs into his brother, drinking tea and reading a newspaper.  

“How are things going Inuyasha?”

“Fine.”

“Oh, just fine?  You two are getting along so much better now. You even allowed her to stay despite it being your human night,” Sesshomaru puts his paper down, “any significance?”

“That-That’s none of your business.  But for the record I just wanted to stay on track.”

“Mmhmm,” his brother snickers, “then you should get back to it then.”

“Keh!”

‘Any significance…  Damn him trying to read into this like there’s more to it…’ Inuyasha reaches the archway and notices Kagome rubbing the back of her neck and turning her head from side to side like it was stiff.  He gulps, she had put her hair up in a messy bun and her neck was just…

He puts the bottles of water down on the table in front of her.  “Your neck sore?” he asks and takes a seat next to her on the floor.

“Yeah, a little. Thanks for the water,” she smiles and looks over.  But when she realizes how different he looks, her eyes widen, “wow, I mean it’s still obviously you, but the black hair makes you look so different!  Aww, and the doggy ears are gone!  I like those ears better.”

“You do?!”

“I wanna rub them, they look so fluffy and cute!”

“Maybe one day,” he mumbles as his cheeks flush.  “If you want, I can give you a neck massage. You’ve been working really hard today and I barely did anything, it’s the least I can do.”    

“That would be really sweet!”

Inuyasha scoots behind her and shifts her between his legs.  Guess his human form came in handy tonight, he looks at his hands before placing them gingerly on her shoulders, no claws.  Kagome pulls her knees up and lowers her head, giving him all the access, he would need. Slowly he began massaging her shoulders, starting at the edges of her collar bone and working his way towards the middle.  He kneads at the muscles, searching with the pads of his finger tips for any knots or tight spots.  “Tell me if there’s anywhere that hurts the most.”

“Okay,” she breathes out. Wow, she mused inwardly, even as a human Inuyasha had some strong hands. Shouldn’t she be a little surprised that he knew how to massage a person?  Oh, like it’s hard to figure out. Kagome closes her eyes and just lets the relaxation carry her away for a spell.  This feels so nice…. Her mind drifts…. Could his touch always feel like this?  She starts to imagine his strong grip, teasing other areas of skin….  Crap! Don’t go there!  She screams at herself.  Friends just friends and this project we’re working on, nothing more!  But it might be nice for more….  Kagome groans internally, maybe the massage was a bad idea.

He didn’t need his demon senses to figure out Kagome was enjoying the massage.  A few little cringes when he touched upon a sore spot, but for the most part she just sat there stoically and every so often he earned a wispy sigh.  Ugh!  Every time she did that a shiver ran up his spine!  Inuyasha was after all a normal male and after this little episode he might need to take stock of another feature.  It had been a couple of years or maybe three since he’d been physically close to another girl.  Nothing sexual, but they had made out a few times and now sitting here with Kagome, Inuyasha was starting to miss that.  

“Feel better,” he asks 20 minutes later.

“Very much,” she blushes lightly and looks down as she fiddles with her fingers, “thank you Inuyasha.”

Now it was his turn.  He averts his eyes knowing that his own cheeks had grown warmer, “no problem.”

[p4ulbl4rt-blog]

==> Latula: What got you here?

Beforus, an interesting, odd planet. 

You had to choose your job after your final molt. After the testing, you got placed into legislaceration, but on Beforus, the emphasis was more on the legis part. You were damn good at it though, winning cases left and right. Not that it mattered though, the usual sentence was fines or community service. Occasionally the punishment for someone losing a case was culling or military deployment, and that was for the really bad ones. That usually drummed up some excitement, media attention.

But it was boring, dull. You weren’t meant to work out of a briefcase. You’d much rather be doing something exciting, like skateboarding or playing videogames. The ennui is demoralizing, or is that your pre-existing depression?

You’ve been seeing a docterror for awhile, ever since your primary molt for the depression. Therapy, pills, the works. The fellow tealblood being a welcome face for your vulnerability. Little did you know, after your adult molt the pills were just sugar. 

You started losing cases. You were rigged to fail. Or maybe you did know this, but you know you can’t articulate it. You don’t enjoy life. You can’t even find the time to skate anymore because you’re bogged down with work, but you don’t have the energy to enjoy your free time.

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“Yourr Doctorr Couldn’t be in Today. You Will See Someone Else.” The receptionist doesn’t look up from her computer. 

The person in the exam room doesn’t look like a doctor. An indigo bloodded woman with a militant posture. You go through the normal smalltalk when she suddenly shifts the mood.

“Tula, sweeeetheart...Maybe you are not cut out for this. If you do not start getttting better...we may have to recommmmend you for culllling.”

Culling. Where they kill your lusus and put you with a highblood for constant monitoring. A house pet, practically, for the highblood to use to flaunt how generous and kind they are. A fate worse than death, in your opinion.

“You know, it sounds like you neeeed a change of pace. You have been talking about how you have littttle lust for life, yes? Have you considered military?”

Military. Often considered a punishment for those too dangerous to stay on the planet. It’s uncommon for a troll to enlist on their own. Your “Docterror” knows this. She knows you know this.

“Think on it a bit. I would hate to seeee your talents go to waste. A lot of trolllls find it very freeeeing. I have seeeen what you do outside of the offffice. You are so quick on your feeeet. Gooood coooordination.”

The woman writes your prescription and sends you on your way.

You know exactly what they’re trying to do. You’re trapped.

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Your losing streak wanes a bit. You’ve won a few cases again. But they get harder. You’re assigned the cases where trolls go violent and get sentenced to military service. They look relieved. Someone’s trying to make a point. You just grin and bear it. 

You’re kept up later into the morning hours as you try to get these cases worked on. When you go to the recuperacoon, you can’t sleep, even with fresh, warm slime.

You turn to the bottle, a glass of wine, two glasses of wine, continuing to add on. You wake up feeling worse and worse.

The little things start to annoy you more. BUOYs that might bump you, or interrupt you. They’re not familiar. You know they’re planted. They carry themselves differently. You cannot say anything, because they’ll call you crazy and cull you on the spot. Then the CIPs start to act more demanding towards you, they need those papers NOW, they need a drink, they treat you like an administrative assistant. 

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It happened during a court session. Your client was a stuck up seadweller who no matter what you said, he wouldn’t listen. He would say things you told him not to say, he would disregard every word that came out of your mouth. Then he interrupts the judge.

“Your honor, I ^would^ like to ^know^ ^why^ my legislacerator is so..incompetent. Surely my ^wealth^ ^would^ get me a better one?”

It’s all. So. Cliche. And yet, this is the one you fell for.

You slowly close your briefcase, the clicks echoing through the dead silent room. Then you swing. The court erupts in horrified gasps and screams as the briefcase connects with his skull, a sickening crack of a horn breaking off. The troll gets beaten mercilessly as you scream, until the front of your briefcase falls open, papers spilling onto the body and soaking in the blood. An ocher blooded guard charges at you, but a well placed letter opener in his throat stops him very quickly. After breaking another troll’s nose, you’re standing, eyes red and face bright teal, panting in the middle of the court room. It all happened so quickly. 

Your indigo “Docterror” quickly escorts you away to pack your things.

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[tuckerfuckingdidit]

Carwash

YES. IT’S TIME. strap the fuck in, you knew this was gonna be a doozie when you sent it. obligatory tag for @capricornfraud.

when I started shipping it if I did: this started as a weird preoccupation with why no one else shipped it, and how it would work. like, wash is shipped with doc, who he held hostage, and donut, who he shot. i figured carwash didn’t work because their power dynamic is imbalaced in a pretty clear-cut direction, but then tuckington happened! so i assumed it was the Memories that made it weird, and carolina not going back for him. but honestly, ships with History that they need to work through are my fucking weakness—i have an entire tuckington au where tucker is a freelancer for this very reason. 

second, relationships aren’t always easy to put in boxes. “wash has memories from carolina’s father, so all of his feelings for her are familial.” uh, no. wash has come a long way from his initial implantation with epsilon—he knows he is not leonard, and he had a relationship with carolina before he got those memories. there’s no way his feelings are that easily defined. there’s admiration and resentment in there, and that’s just on his side, before you start to fill in the blanks with headcanons.

i ship it because it stands to arguably be one of the most complicated relationships between two living characters on the show. there’s so much there, and i think the writers have shied from carolina and wash having certain Conversations because they don’t know how to tackle them—or had no interest in doing so because they felt it was Too Serious.

my thoughts: i started out not really paying them any mind and now I LOVE IT!!!! i’ve yelled at freddie a lot in the past two weeks, but just. there’s so much there. a lot of people write them as giving each other a wide berth because they have a lot of similar scars—some that they gave each other. you have to remember that it’s not just that carolina didn’t go back for wash: from her perspective, wash put a gun to her head over strangers (who she later came to love, but they were strangers at the time!), and even though he had seen epsilon’s memories of what the director had done, wash stayed with the project. of course he had his reasons, but when carolina’s discovering that everyone is in the wind except for south, wyoming, and wash, she doesn’t know what shape his recovery has taken. all she knows is that he’s still with them. 

but i think it’s also important to bear in mind that they’ve moved a great deal past that. i talked in my carolina post about how i see her as moving full circle, not reinventing herself. i think the reason there aren’t more carwash shippers is because we aren’t given much of a foundation for them during the project for them to circle back to. we see it happen when they’re fighting, but nowhere else. and with carolina having called the freelancers family, i highly doubt carolina and wash only interacted in drop ships and battlefields. 

there’s a lot of empty space to be filled regarding the freelancers, but simply put, i think carolina was tactile, and wash was affection-starved. wash isn’t given a face because we’ve already known him for three seasons when the flashbacks start, so his helmet never comes off, and we miss out on one of the biggest headcanons i have—the team ruffled this kid’s hair constantly. before leonard realized everyone had gotten too chummy and the board was put into place (because what hurts more: people who were always fiercely competitive and shitting on each other abandoning each other, or a family with genuine camaraderie turning into strangers?), you could catch these two half on top of each other in the rec room every once in a while (which conveniently could be a great reason wash seems to rub york the wrong way). like, if you listen to the tone of voice that carolina teases wash in, she obviously thinks wash is adorable. i refuse to believe she wouldn’t have gotten a kick out of flirting with him just to fluster him.

this portion is getting way too long oh my god. basically, the carwash you get on chorus (and going forward), depends largely on your pfl era interpretation of them. that’s the ground work. just because the writers didn’t take the time to develop their relationship doesn’t mean it didn’t exist. do i think they go through the motions of Falling In Love? no. but i do see them as reluctant to ever let go of each other again. like, ever. especially if there’s really no epsilon anymore. they’re each other’s only relic from the project, and that history puts them in a prime position to be the other’s Person—if the work was put in. if you just write them as never talking, then there’s nothing of note to them, and red is a sad panda. but where’s the fun in that?

What makes me happy about them: her fierce determination to never lose him. her starting to reach out for him physically again on chorus, and wash surprising even himself, because holy shit, he’s not flinching. carolina’s quiet mix of amusement and happiness at the (re)discovery that wash still turns into a goddamn cat if you can get him to relax. her foot hooked under his ankle in the mess hall while she talks to the reds. wash deciding he is Done with his food early so he can jam his helmet on his head, because he can’t stop fucking smiling. 

and in restoration AUs where the reds and blues stay on chorus, once the fighting is over? oh my god. have Some Things:

the first time carolina gets her fingers in his hair and he nearly falls asleep on her

her utter dismay when he proceeds to go back to his room and not sleep at all. 

the fact that she would totally take scheduling a Communal nap super seriously if he started to look really exhausted. 

him showing up at her room at 3 in the morning the night he finally cracks and admits to himself that he sleeps best next to her.

the super chill, seemingly impenetrable bubble forming around them that follows. absolutely no one else understands it. they barely understand it. “are they fucking? wait, what if they aren’t? are they gonna get even more obnoxious when they do?” 

^ tucker, probably. it’s ok tucker, just come squeeze in if you don’t have kai.

and when epsilon is gone, carolina has someone who won’t allow her to wall herself off from everyone else, even if it means they just sit together and don’t talk about it. sometimes they do, but most of the time, they don’t. wash just doesn’t want her to be alone. he knows what that feels like, and he doesn’t want that for her. 

just. the sheer amount of forgiveness and trust that is required for them to even function together will never not Get Me. i love happy, healthy stories, and the idea of the two of them healing together will always be something i am here for.

but they’re also not perfect. she’s still going to be protective, and try to take on too much on her own to lower his level of risk. he’s still a fucking spaz. they’re going to get on each other’s nerves. there will still be days neither of them knows how to say the right thing, and days they both keep saying the wrong things. it wouldn’t be Them if it wasn’t awkward. but that just makes when it works so much better.

What makes me sad about them: there are bad days. days when it’s hard to look at each other. when their silences aren’t so companionable—both of them locked in their heads, mulling over past mistakes, could-haves and should-have-beens. 

the days wash can’t quite meet her eye, no matter how much carolina wants him to. 

the days she doesn’t want him to.

also?? if they get closer when epsilon is still around/alive/himself, LOL. awkward.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: there is no carwash fic to come to my attention so far, which is an annoyance in and of itself. *puts on captain hat*

things I look for in fanfic: FOR IT TO EXIST, CACKLING. but i like it when writers understand carolina’s opinion is one wash trusts, and vice versa.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: yorkalina, kimbalina, tuckington, suckington, and mainewash are all Good Shit. oh, also mainealina. how did i forget mainealina?

My happily ever after for them: if the reds and blues are all getting houses in the same cul-de-sac, carwash doesn’t just live under the same roof, their rooms are right next to each other. tucker, junior, kai and caboose can live next door. they’re loud. wash may be used to the blues, and carolina had church in her head at all times, but at the end of the day they still need a place to retreat when wash flinches at every loud noise and carolina can’t stop grinding her teeth. 

it’s really important to me that they have somewhere they can go be Quiet together ok, no matter where/when they are. i do love the idea that they never really slow down though. carolina’s not really the settling type, and i’ve always read wash with an inherent need to be Useful since serving as recovery one.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: carolina is the official big spoon. she is not the smol, fight me on this. first of all i literally cannot reblog art where she’s shorter than him—thank u rt, for giving us absolutely no tall women in the pfl arc Because Reasons. but snuggly naptime carwash and post-coital are two completely different animals. at first they can’t even both stick around after sex, and then when they start to, they plant themselves right on each respective edge and Do Not Move. 

you can tell the second they relax though, because they slide closer to the clothed, snuggly arrangement, which is less spooning and more wash on top of her with his head on her chest and her hand in his hair.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: the exact above arrangement with clothes on. lmfao. NAPS, BRAH. but also don’t underestimate the value in them just Sitting Quietly and being present together, because i neeeed it. i crave it ok. it keeps me up at night.