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franki-lew-yo · 1 month ago

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Mouthwashing and fandom discourse as a whole.

So I recently explored the tag for Mouthwashing after watching two no-commentary lets plays of the entire game. I'm seeing a lot of posts pointing out how annoying it is that this game has a fandom and that this fandom is doing fandom things and stanning/"uwu-ing" characters from this incredibly nuanced, raw and not-fandom friendly piece of art. To paraphrase someone I just saw "you don't want mouthwashing; you want Among Us ocs but darker". And

for a moment I wanna talk a bit about how I absolutely agree with this statement while also talk for a moment about how and why fandom and catharsis fan fics exist and shouldn't be shamed inherently. Or, I guess, not in theory.

The "come on! Stop trying to make everything shippable/cutsey/memey/have a happy AU and face unpleasant emotions someone's trying to tell you about!" is SUCH a vibe with me. I felt this way in the 9 fandom a lot as a kid and that was just 9. Mouthwashing is like 9 on bathsalts emotions and theme-wise. It's a game where you play as both the flawed but caring captain of a doomed ship who's life becomes a Johnny Got His Gun-nightmare, and also a deplorable, hateful piece of garbage who got himself and his friend in that nightmare situation to begin with. Both characters, moreso Jimmy but Curly too, are the causes of their own misery. They're complex dealing with one of the two committing SA and doing nothing really about it/dodging the responsibility and humanity needed to support the victim whom they've wronged.

I fully admit it's groan-inducing seeing people be shipped up Anya with anyone on the ship considering what happens to her. On a pure pr level I think it would be illegal even since romance between coworkers in a workplace is considered conflict of interest/harassment as it so often is. (NOT that what Jimmy did to Anya is 'romance'. I'm talking about the shipping of Anya with the other three guys. I know there's people out there who do ship Jimmy/Anya; you don't have to tell or show me I believe you and also I already hate it.) It's ALSO groan inducing to see people ship Curly and Jimmy considering all Curly does to him- and just the fact that this incredibly tragic, toxic one-way-gone array friendship is reduced to "toxic yaoi teehee". It's annoying AT BEST.

I get the hostility towards fandom-tastic stanning and fandom behavior in general...the issue is it's still hostility and I wish some of you guys got that. Like it or not (you don't have to like it) fandom culture is inevitable to some degree. You can and should complain about your hangups but that's all you can do besides avoiding tags and just not engaging with that side of the fandom at some point. Save your call-outs and rage for when you see active deplorable bs being committed that people are excusing for dumb fandom reasons, like lolicon, hatespeech or harassment. I'm sorry but you can not actively go after and try and take down the innocent people involved in your trigger that aren't directly hurting you by liking the thing that triggers you; ie. people who get all shipping and fandom-brained about Mouthwashing's characters which you find offensive to do at all.

This type of convo is the crux of most 'antifandom' v profandom discourse in general; for Antis I think there ought to be a difference between the people that set you off bcuz of fandom nonsense vs sociopathic 'got mine'-creepiness. There's a difference between someone who draws r34 v Shadbase. For profandom types you out to face the fact that yes- maybe NOT EVERYTHING is meant to be shippable/memed. Maybe try practicing that a bit. Yeah it's most harmless and makes you feel happy, but considering how people outside of your hyperfixation-of-a-hyperfixation is a thing. The thing about the "don't like, don't read" argument is it goes both ways. If you're truly a "good fan" like you say you are than you have to realize that people will not like your problematicisms. Learn to interact with characters and stories without the possibility of shipping sometimes- or at least understand that that's the crux of what makes a story like Mouthwashing engaging, even if you also partake in the fandumb and AUs on the side. You can call Curly your babygirl and ship him or make him happy all you want but PLEASE acoknowledge that the game doesn't woobify him or excuse what he did to Anya as well. You can make some kind of AU scenario where Jimmy gets out somehow and becomes/is a slightly better person for all I care...so long as you PLEASE remember that he is canonically a r@pist and awful. Also, even if I'm okay with your fan decisions, note that myself and others are still going to be critical and be upset that you wrote it at all because of what kind of character Jimmy is. 'Critical' =/= declaring something evil.

Fandom behaviors are not souly a destructive parasocial outcome of brainrot; they're also a natural reaction to what happens canonically and the emotions you have to experiencing a story. It's normal and rational to sympathize and love Curly and despise and hate Jimmy. You can love/like/enjoy a problematic-to-DEEPLY DISTURBED-character based on their complexity in canon. They are fiction. They are not real. The reason you are so invested with them is because of that complexity and yes because they are fiction they are your 'toy' and you can doll them up in any kind of speculative AU crap you make. That's fanfiction, baby. Make yourself a fixit fic if you really want

BUT-

remember: it stays as a fixit fic. DO NOT cross the streams, or insist that your active misreading of the text is the same as the text itself. EVER. You should care about your special interest's escapism as a means of self-care. What you shouldn't do is demand that EVERYONE ELSE LOVE your coping mechanism and that any complaints by people on their own terms on their own blogs is #badfaith or an inherent attack against you. It isn't. You'll know when it is an attack against you and that's when you, the profandom-type, need to be prepared and save your call-out posts and blocklist for.

To me that's the fragility to fandom debates and fandom as a whole. You can not/should not police or control an entire group of people and how they perceive or interact with media. That's not fair and it's definitely not sporting or decent of you in a community. You have to share your community -your fandom- with people who hate ur fav and people who love your least fav. Agreeing to disagree means not tagging your nOTP as their shipname or by tagging your shipname loud and clear. It means filtering out posts with those topics but enjoying and/or reblogging the fandom takes you do share with your fellow fandom-mite that obviously posts abt those topics.

When schmit REALLY goes down and some assface reviewer/fan/SOMETHING is being an assface or doing something amoral under the guise of fandom-ing, that's where you out to put your foot down. Callouts and complaints are for people who did an egregious thing and refuse to take responsibility(lol) for it. They're not for "soandso likes the thing that triggers me, kill them"/"so and so is hating on the thing I'm kinning because it triggers them, kill them". Be an adult.

Your DNI lists should consist of "lolicon defenders" not "proshippers", as those ARE NOT one in the same. Same goes the other way around. List off "bigots, purity culture bs", not "antis and critics". These positions ARE NOT interchangeable. If you make them interchangeable than you're making things a lot harder for yourself.

-sincerely, a message from autistic ADHD/OCD woman who likes horror and media analysis as much as she loves popcorn fanfic schlock.

We don't all have to be friends and buddybuds. I just hate us hurting each other over being different kind of fandom-folk rather than for when someone sincerely mucks up and does something bad. Can't we all stick to our guns and just boycott Harry Potter like god intended?

#franki's features #mouthwashing #mouthwashing game #wrong organ #curly mouthwashing #jimmy mouthwashing #swansea mouthwashing #proshipping #anti anti #fandom discourse #shipping discourse #fandom problems #shipcourse #fandom wank

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asumofwords · 1 year ago

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🎬 au anon here! I didn't really want to write this cause it would be extremely disrespectful for me to write an alternate ending but good lordy the amount of people I've seen being sad??? it makes me feel bad for them so to the people who wanna cope lmao 😭

“AND CUT! that's it. We're can wrap it entirely up now.” the director announces and everyone claps and cheers, You hug jace, baela before leaving to hug cregan, he rubs your back in reassurance before throwing you a sweet smile.

Aemond walks over before shaking hands with cregan and give him a bro hug, “Good job, Creg.” Aemond says and Cregan nods, “You too Aemond, sorry I stole your wife.” he jokes earning a joking punch from Aemond to his chest. “Still haunting her forever though.” Aemond giggles and you scoff, which turns his attention to you, “Girlie can't catch a break.” you say which makes both Aemond and Cregan laugh, “I mean, they are meant to burn together.” cregan says and you shoot him a playful annoyed looked which makes Aemond throw his head back in laughter.

“Are you attending the wrap up party next week?” Cregan asks and you shrug, “I'm not sure, Lucerys (now aged 4) and Aenys (the 7 month old who is now 2) might not allow me the time to do so, “Speaking about them, where is Lucerys? He acted so well it gave me chills.” Aemond says and just then your eldest son's runs screaming at you and hugs his fathers leg tightly, Aemond picks him up and places a kiss on his forehead.

“They managed to give him the creepiest of dialogues.” Cregan comments making you snort, “So true tho, he can communicate with his dada.” Aemond rubs his nose against Lucerys cheek which makes him giggle. “You did good baby! I'm sure the viewers will be surprised to see you.” you kiss Lucerys on the cheek, making him giggle.

“I loved how they waited for him to grow to film the final episode, the dedication because they wanted our actual son to act as our son in the show too.” You say, earning a hum from Aemond, “When will my death air?” he asks and you chuckle, “Next week.” you say, “Can't wait to see everyone's reaction, I just know they'll be crying.” Aemond smirks which makes cregan laugh, “I'll miss aemond too, hashtag aemondforever” he says which makes you giggle.

“I can't wait to see the shipping discourse.” You hear someone say from behind and you jump, realising it's Aegon and you sigh in relief, “You fucking scared us.” you quip which makes him laugh lightly, “What are you doing here anyway? Who invited you.” you say sarcastically earning a pout from Aegon. “Damn, you didn't have to be that rude.” he rolls his eyes playfully, “And excuse you, I have a right to be here, I want to support my younger brother.” Aegon says wrapping an arm around Aemond's shoulder, though it looks awkward since Aegon is short.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!!” you hear helaena yell and you immediately embrace her, she pulls away and looks at Aemond, “You know it doesn't hurt you to smile right?” she teases and Aemond jaw drops, “I cannot smile! It's literally in the script, I'm supposed to look menacing.” he says and you nod “You did look menacing, even I am traumatized.” you agree which makes helaena laugh.

“So will you all be attending the party next week?” Cregan asks again and you shrug once again, “I would love to, but Lucerys and Aenys... And on top of that we have Visenya too now.” you remember your daughter who was just born recently.

“Aemond never beating the breeding kink allegations, not in the show, not in real life.” Aegon speaks up which causes you to laugh.

“Watch her reveal that she's pregnant with another kid now.” Jace jumps in, having heard the earlier convo and your face drops before a small smile creeps up your face and Aemond gives you a knowing look.

“No fucking way, actually?” Aegon asks shocked. And you nod.

“Dude let her rest, is your plan just to keep her full of you now?” Cregan says, earning a laugh from him, “That is my plan, yes.” he replies, which got him a smack from you.

“Seriously? Girl you just gave birth 4 months ago.” Helaena says before she glares at Aemond who just shrugs, “You really should shove a dagger deep into him, like actually.” Helaena says, rolling her eyes, which earns a smirk from Aemond, he covers his kids ears before speaking

“Mhm yes deeper haa” he says lewdly which makes your eyes pop out of your skull.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE AEMOND—”

The rest of the day was filled with laughter and you hanging out with your colleagues, spending them with them as the filming had come to an end.

Small treat for those who want to live in denial, ONCE AGAIN I'M WRITING THIS BECAUSE I FEEL BAD FOR EVERYONE HAHSHAD this isn't an official ending of sf&a, unless you wanna live in denial, but like yeah,

I LOVED THE SERIES SO MUCH.

The way I’m smiling like a good reading this!!! Omfg I LOVE IT !

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musette22 · 3 years ago

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Unpopular opinion time: I keep trying and trying to read Stucky soulmate fics, because objectively I know the trope should be perfect for these two characters who are pretty much the embodiment of it, and I know soulmate fics are very popular. But despite having read dozens of fics and some with thousands of kudos, I haven't found more than one or two that I actually felt were satisfying. Of course, I may have just read the wrong ones, and I know there are still a lot of them out there that I haven’t tried, but I always feel like there's something… lacking, that I usually find in other kinds of Stucky fics?

By the way, I don’t tend to share a lot of my unpopular opinions on here (even though I have many) because I don't want to make others feel like I think there's something wrong with something they like. So if you’re a big fan of the soulmate trope in Stucky fic, please don’t read this post, because I know it can suck when someone talks about why they don’t like something you enjoy! This post isn’t meant to start discourse, just more of a way for me to order my thoughts, because I’ve been mulling this over in my mind for like a week now and I’m still trying to pinpoint why I think the trope just isn’t for me.

I’ll put the rest of this under the cut ‘cause it’s kinda long and rambly

I think my biggest issue is that in most soulmate AUs, everyone has a soulmate, or at least most people do. It’s a more or less ordinary thing, and for me that just makes that bond and connection between Steve and Bucky less extraordinary. A big part of the attraction of Stucky for me is the fact that their love and bond transcends what most other people experience in their lives. It’s special, unique. And in most soulmate fics, the soulmate bond – despite its depth and intensity and significance – is a common occurrence.

But even in fics where not everyone has a soulmate, and it only happens to the lucky few, I guess I just don’t really see the added value of the soulmate ‘label’?

I know soulmateism is this grand romantic ideal, and in some ways it is, of course. But I can't help but feel like it's somehow less romantic than the 'I choose you' or ‘I love you despite the odds’ kinds of love, which I think are the two most common ‘types’ of love in Stucky fics. I'm finding it really hard to put my finger on why exactly I feel that way, and I think the closest I can get to an answer is that the soulmate thing feels almost clinical to me sometimes, despite the epic, cosmic predestination and strong pull between souls that is usually described.

I know that technically, all love could be described as a biological instinct or chemical process, but with the soulmate trope that clinical aspect of it feels amped up, somehow. Something that bothers me is the idea that these people don't have much, if any (depending on the fic) say in the matter. When Steve and Bucky are described as soulmates, especially in fics where everyone has one, it means that there are circumstances beyond their control that make them perfect for each other, that have decided that they will love each other. And sure, in a lot of fics they also get to know each other and there’s some mention of how they would’ve also fallen in love if they hadn’t been soulmates, but in those cases I just can’t help but think: then why did they need to be ‘soulmates’?

Isn’t it much more special and romantic when it’s just two strangers getting to know each other and falling in love and choosing each other as the person they want to spend the rest of their lives with (as in most AUs)? Or when it’s childhood friends who know each other through and through and who love each other because of the person they are, and despite the odds often being stacked against them (as in most canon(-adjacent) fics)?

Of course there's always an element of destiny and fate with Steve and Bucky, and don’t get me wrong: I adore that. That’s my jam. In canon, these two share share a connection beyond anything other people experience in their lives, something that’s more powerful than mind control, more persistent than ‘death’, more enduring than an average human lifespan. And the whole point of AUs, in a way, is proving over and over - and this is actually is what the concept of soulmates means to me personally, I think - that these two are meant to be together in any universe, no matter the circumstances.

And I guess that’s exactly it. Steve and Bucky’s love isn’t merely a product of circumstance, it’s stronger than circumstance. For me, the love and bond between Steve and Bucky is something more complex and profound than the two of them merely being a predestined match, like some sort of cosmic tinder. Designating them as soulmates almost sort of cheapens what they have, in my view. I don’t know if that makes any sense, it probably doesn’t, but this is the closest I can get to explaining why most soulmate fics leave me feeling a little unsatisfied 😅

If anyone has any other thoughts or view on this they’d like to share, please feel free, but again: it’s not meant to start discourse and I’m not saying my opinion is true and anyone else’s is wrong. I know a lot of it is subjective and just a matter of personal preference so it’s totally fine if you feel differently ❤️

#stucky #soulmates #minnie talks

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vibraniumwing · 4 years ago

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only girl in the world.

a sam wilson x fem!reader wherein the reader cleans the apartment due to jealousy.

WARNING: NSFW (18+, minors DNI. ), praise kink, oral stimulation (f receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration (wrap it before you tap it lovelies), light choking, swearing, the setting is set somewhere in between AoU and CACW so like around the time in Ant-Man ?? also slight au ( i think )

A/N: so this is for @anchoeritic's 3k writing challenge! seeing that she’s a fellow sam wilson simp, i chose him for this fic (and we are seriously lacking in sam wilson content i hate this) and because it’s sam’s birthday we’re gonna celebrate >:)))) icb he’s an aries though. uGh

prompt/scenario: character A catching character B singing

word count: 3.7k

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Dating a superhero meant there was a lot of restrictions; cuddles and movie dates with them are fleeting moments since you never know when they would get a call about a grape-headed alien terrorizing the planet and you couldn’t flaunt them as much as you wanted to because your safety would be greatly affected if their arch nemesis finds out about your existence.

But regardless of it all, you were thankful because Sam never made you feel less of what you really are to him. A lot of your friends who know about your relationship with The Falcon were envious about how mature the both of you are, managing to balance both of your work lives and your personal ones at home; none of them really knowing how immature the both of you are behind closed doors.

Making this another reason why you loved the privacy being hidden from the public eye; you felt like you were in your own coming-of-age, rom-com movie with Sam with all the hidden rendezvous at The Washington Mall at midnight and drive around the empty streets of the city just until the crack of dawn or just stay at home and cook countless of meals, teaching each other recipes from both sides of your families

It was the relationship anyone could have ever dreamed of.

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“You’re not making this any easier for me, baby girl.” Sam said, sighing inwardly as he stuffed his duffel. He was going over to New York for a few days, probably on another mission with the Avengers (or training with them) and you weren’t having any of it; wanting nothing more than to have him home and with you for a few more days一 possibly forever if that was even possible.

You groaned softly at his response, sitting on the bed with your knees hugged to your chest as you watch him ready his things for yet another mission. “Then don’t go” You simply told him, face holding the same sad expression as your lower lip was jutted out in a small pout as you looked away, not waiting to tear up once again; him leaving for missions was always the hardest.

A chuckle left his lips, setting the suitcase down on the carpeted floor of your shared room before claiming his spot next to you; the dip of the bed from his weight caused you to look at him. “You know I wouldn’t dare to leave if I had the chance to, right?” He asked, his scooting closer to you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “But I always come back, right? Because you’re my home.”

You relaxed under his touch, stretching your legs unto the bed and wrapped your arms around his muscular frame, hugging him close to you in fear that he might disappear all of a sudden. “I know, but do you really have to go?” You murmur, hiding your face against his neck, the way your breath falls on his skin causes goosebumps to rise on his own.

“I have to, they need me, sweets.” He explains, wrapping his arms around your own frame and squeezes gently, enough to convey that he’ll be fine; that he’ll be safe and unharmed after all of the fighting he has due.

“I’ll be back in no time.” His reassurance made you sigh inwardly, knowing that you can’t convince him otherwise. Sam was always just like that, once something is set on his mind on something, he won’t stop until he gets it done. He rarely second guesses what he wants and he does, you’re the person he talks to.

You didn’t speak anymore, opting to let the warmth from his body consume you and lull you into sleep, his hand tracing small shapes into your back as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Go to sleep, baby. I love you.”

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The sunlight that peeked in through the sheer fabric of the curtains was enough to wake you up, reaching over to Sam’s side, expecting to feel him there but instead you were greeted with the sound of paper crumpling from the side of your hand. Stirring awake, you sat up and grabbed the note that was folded neatly.

“I’ll be back soon, baby girl. Don’t miss me too much, I love you.” You read outloud, adoring how neat his handwriting was, hugging the paper to your chest before whispering, “I love you too” before placing the note by your bedside table, rolling out of bed to get on with your day when your phone dinged. Looking at the lit up screen, you smiled at the message from Sam.

[ from: birdman lover ]

- It hasn’t even been a day and I already miss you.

- This’ll be a long week.

- Have a great day though.

- I love you.

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- Steve’s still clueless on how phones work but he’s getting there. He “greets you a hello”.

The rest of the week was your normal routine, aside from the occasional texts and calls you would get from Sam whenever he had the chance to check his phone; telling you how much he missed you and sharing stories of what’s going on inside the compound. It was like he never left, the only difference being he wasn’t physically there to give you the affection.

Saturday morning soon rolled around and you were bouncing off the walls excited that you had to wait just one more day before Sam could come back home; come back to you. You practically bounced off the walls as you did all your errands一 mainly you getting your car cleaned and your weekly Target run一 and your day was all rainbows and sunshines.

Until it wasn’t. You were scrolling through your Instagram when you saw a picture that made your blood boil immensely. It was a photo of an actress (who was extremely good looking) in the arms of The Falcon. You had to take a few moments in to fully register the fact that the woman had managed to snag a photo with him, “He’s even hotter in person.” You read the caption out loud, eyes rolling in irritation, even replying to some comments from her fanbase, making it seem like they were dating.

You rarely get jealous about anything with Sam, being so secure with your relationship with him but seeing someone who has a platform freely post him made you writhe in your seat about how you should be the one flexing him like that, not her or anyone else.

You opted to call your lover to tell him how you feel but there was this side of you that didn’t want to go through a whole discourse with him through the phone so you went with the better option, cleaning the fuck out of your apartment until your agression washes away.

Plugging your phone to the sound system, you started off with Rihanna’s Only Girl in the World before grabbing the broom from the small closet in your apartment's kitchen, starting to sweep the floor. “You’re a bad bitch, Y/N. Now go clean,” You hyped yourself up in the mirror before strutting back to the living room to sweep your emotions away.

Unbeknownst to you however was the fact that Sam was well on his way home. He got to go back home earlier than expected and he didn’t tell you, wanting to give you a surprise. Jogging up the stairs of your apartment complex, he was practically rushing to make it your door so he can finally kiss you.

Finally finding the keys to your shared apartment, he opened the door and slowly creeped in, expecting to see you seated on the couch but what he saw was something else. He was stunned beyond words to see you clad nothing but his shirt and a messy bun while holding a broom, singing your heart out.

“Want you to make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world” you sang out loud, holding onto the broom as if it was a mic while you danced, awkwardly body rolling to the beat. “Like I’m the only one that you’ll ever love, like I’m the only one who knows your heart” You continued, starting to “sweep” the floor again while grooving to the beat of the song, not noticing Sam who was silently watching you.

“Like I’m the only one who’s in command” Your voice blending into the music as you rocked around the room, singing your heart out to the chorus. “Cause I’m the only one who understands how to make you feel like a ma一 Sam!”

You dropped the broom, jumping up in the air as you turned around to see your boyfriend leaning by the wall, watching you with an amused expression while holding his arms out to you. “Are you just gonna stand there or come here and give me a hug?” He questioned, raising up an eyebrow at you.

Wasting no time, you paused the song before making your way over to him and jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as you hugged him. “How long have you been here? Why are you here already? Shouldn’t you be coming home tomorrow?” Your bombardment with questions made him chuckle, his arms going under your thighs to support your weight, walking towards the couch and settling the both of you on there.

“I wanted to surprise you, baby. We finished a little bit earlier than expected so the moment we got back to the compound I was well on my way home.” He answered, one of his hands retreating from your backside to sneak up and cup your jaw, thumb tracing it gently. His eyes were locked with yours, filled with adoration and love as he continued, “turns out you have a surprise of your own for me. What’s got you cleaning so aggressively?”

You laughed, the anger you had just moments ago melting away as you lean into his touch, “It’s nothing, Sammy. Just me being a little jealous, is all.” You explained, finding it easy to admit your feelings. Your relationship with him was just like that; centered on honesty, understanding, and love. The reason why you’re so assured with him.

“Jealous? What’s got my baby jealous?” His brows were furrowed at the answer, mind trying to remember his actions prior to this conversation to see if he had done anything wrong but came up with nothing. “Did I do something?” He questioned, sitting up a bit as the conversation got more serious.

“I just saw this picture of this you and this actress posted on her instagram and一” you paused, finding it silly now that you’ve even been this jealous about this in the first place. “一I just got jealous that she could post you on their social media so freely. Kind of made me realize that I’m still not existent in the eyes of others; I should be the one posting you like that. Kind of made me realize that I’m not the only girl in the world that wants you.” you finished, not wanting to look into his eyes anymore at the sudden sadness from being hidden.

Normally, you wouldn’t even bat an eye on it but seeing how broken you were, Sam was shattered that you had to go through that thought. “There’s no need to feel ashamed that you got jealous, Y/N.” He said, the hand that was on your jaw now going under your chin to make you look at him again. “I know I insisted that I hide you from the public eye so you can be safe from harm and I’m sorry that because of it makes you feel like this.”

He sighed softly, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against your lips. “But if you’re ready to be introduced to everyone, even to the team, then I’ll be more than glad to show you to the world.” Sam said, his lips just millimeters away from yours, “The only girl I’ll ever love.” He finished, locking his lips with yours.

You swore on the fact that Sam’s lips were made for your own, the pace slow and sensual, enough to relay that he was sticking to his words and that you didn’t need to worry about anything. His plush tiers felt soft against yours, his teeth sinking into your bottom one, nibbling against it softly before swiping his tongue against it.

“Does my angel want me to show her how much she really means to me?” He whispers, pressing one more kiss to your lips before pulling back, locking his gaze with yours, pupils blown with love and adoration clouded with a hint of lust over the thought of seeing you squirm under him.

Given the fact that you were sitting on his lap, you could feel how hard he was under you. “You feel that, darling? You do that to me.” He groans as you shift, the friction causing his dick to twitch inside his tight jeans. “Be a good girl and use your words, baby.”

“Want you, Sam.” You say, mind too aroused and clouded with perverse thoughts due to the lack of touch you had from him this week to make a concise sentence. “Want you to make me feel good, please.” You beg, brows furrowing lightly in need as you watch him study your expression, a small smile forming on his lips as he easily hoists you up, arms gripping your thighs.

“How can I resist such a good girl begging for me to make her feel good?” He questions, gracing your lips with another chaste kiss as he carries you into your shared bedroom, placing you on the bed as he hovers above you. “I’ll make you feel so good tonight, sweets.”

His lips are then on yours again, his lower half grinding on yours a few times to rile you up, making you elicit a few moans that caused him to go overdrive. He grunts, taking in the scandalous sounds you make before sitting back up, taking the shirt off from your body, throwing his head back at the sight of you clad in only your underwear. “You do know how to make me go wild, baby doll.”

You smiled at him, happy that you were able to make him go haywire at just the sight of you not even fully naked. “My clothes never seem to stay on with you around anyways.” You answer, making him chuckle lightly as he started to attack your neck with kisses, nipping at the skin quite harshly making you hiss in pleasurable pain.

“You look better naked” was all he said before taking in one of your breasts, tongue swirling around the hard nub as his hand teased the other, fingers pinching on it lightly making you take a sharp gasp. He did this for a few moments before kissing his way from the valley of your breasts all the way down to the top of your panties.

Sam looked up at you with a devilish grin upon the realization of what lingerie you were wearing, “My angel looks so good.” he praises, taking a moment to admire your already fucked out appearance with lips swollen and hickey littered skin. He was quick to take off your underwear, eyes filled with hunger at the sight of your soaking cunt.

This feeded his ego to no ends, seeing you so needy for him. “I haven’t even touched you yet you’re already so wet for me, baby girl.” he commented, hands caressing your inner thighs teasingly as he took a moment to drink in the sight of you.

The way his rough and slightly calloused hands were in juxtaposition to the smoothness of your skin granted goosebumps to run along your skin, the cold air of the room adding on to your arousal. “Sam, please. Need you.” You begged once more, attempting to close your legs for some needed friction but his sudden grip on it making you think otherwise.

“Almost there, baby. Patience.” He said, bringing two digits to very lightly graze upon your slit before bringing it up to your lips, his thumb tapping your bottom lip, “Open up, sweets. Wanna see you taste yourself first.” He ordered, wanting to see you suck on his fingers.

Wanting nothing more than his touch, you easily obliged and took his fingers in without him prying them open. Your eyes were locked with his as you sucked on it, setting a blaze inside his eyes that you haven’t seen before, that lone making your stomach twist in knots.

As soon as Sam was satisfied at how wet you made his fingers, he finally gave your throbbing pussy the attention it yearned for. Inserting the two digits inside of you with ease as he slowly started to pump it in and out of your heat while his thumb rubbed circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You were a moaning mess under his touch, back arching at the slightest touch he would do to your clit. You were overwhelmed with the pleasure he was providing you. “F-fuck!” You breathlessly moan, hips bucking up as you wanted more of his touch.

Sam then leaned, tongue lapping up your sweet juices as he sucked on your aching clit, the gentle suckling was sinful to your ears. He moaned at the taste of you, its vibrations against you making you whine at the contact. He curled his fingers inside you, easily finding your sweet spot upon seeing how you writhed under his touch.

With Sam’s tongue abusing your clit to no end and his digits mercilessly pumping in and out of you, the tension was all too much to handle that the knot that was in your stomach finally broke. “Go on, baby. Come for me, why don’t you.” He said, feeling how your walls were clamping up around him. The euphoria that followed made your legs tremble as you reached your high, shamelessly moaning Sam’s name mixed with profanities as he continued to finger you through your orgasm.

��Such a good girl for me” Was his words, rising up from his position. You watched as he licked up every last drop of your cum off his fingers, rolling off the bed to rid himself off from his own clothes, your mouth practically watering at the sight of his rock hard length that sprung out from the tight confinements of his boxers.

You were gonna reach out to feel him when he stopped you, “No, baby. Tonight, it’s all about you, remember?” he said, stroking his length a few times, thumb circling around his tip that was glistening with pre-cum as he got back on the bed, positioning himself on top of you. “You ready?”

“Y-yes, Sam.” and upon hearing your answer, he eased into you. Both moaning at the longing of feeling each other intimately. No matter how many times the two of you would fuck, you still couldn’t get used to his size. He filled you up quite easily, his hips meeting yours as he filled you in deep.

Ever the gentleman, he waited for you to give the signal that you were ready and upon your nod, he started to move slowly, wanting to ease you into the pace.. Sam’s groans were music to your ear, “So fucking tight, angel.” He said, one of his hands reaching up to wrap around your neck, pressing against its sides lightly.

“F-faster, Sam. Please” You said and he complied, like your words were pressed a switch in him, he started to relentlessly slam into you, fucking you into the bed and into oblivion. His other hand was on the headboard, palm spread out to gain some support, the bed shaking violently as he continued.

“Let me hear those moans, angel. Let everyone know who you belong to.” Sam said, the hold around your neck tightening slightly, wanting to see you slowly gasp out for air as you let out those heavenly yet sinful sounds, “Who do you belong to, baby?”

“Y-You, Sam!” You answer, feeling your body writhe as another orgasm was already brewing at the pit of your stomach. “F-fuck, I-i’m yours!” You continued, eyes practically rolling to the back at the immense amount of pleasure you got from him drilling you into the mattress.

With those words that left your lips, he started to pound to you even rougher, not caring if the neighbouring apartments heard your cries of pleasure or the squeaking of the bed. You were his and it was his very intention to let everyone know that. “That’s right, doll. You belong to me.” he said, his eyes on your fucked out face. “Mine to fuck and mine to love.”

Feeling the knot in your stomach about to burst, your hands were gripping the bed sheets as you cried out in pleasure, “I’m gonna cum!” body unable to handle the amount of pleasure being handed to you as Sam continued to fuck you out, riding out your high until his own climax hit with one final slam, moaning as he filled you up with his own cum.

Pulling out slowly, Sam took the time to admire his own cum mixed with your drip down from your cunt, a feeling of satisfaction spread through his chest at the sight of you. He leaned in to kiss you once again, this time it was soft and just filled with love, hand running along your sides gently, “Such a good girl for me.” he whispered, pressing one last kiss before he stood up and walked over to the bathroom.

You attempted to follow him, but ultimately failed as your legs were shaking too much from your recent orgasm. You could hear Sam chuckle as he re-emerged from the other room, a wet washcloth in his hand as he approached you. “Let me take care of it, alright princess?” He said softly.

He then started to clean you up, making sure to whisper soft praises about how you took him so well and of how you were so good for him. The moment he was done, he mindlessly threw the cloth into the hamper, collapsing on the bed and took you in his arms, eager to cuddle you. Sam pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “I love you, Y/N. You’re the only girl I’ll ever love.”

You hummed softly, making yourself comfortable in his arms, reaching up to steal a kiss from him, “I love you too, Sammy. I’ll always love you.”

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➸ CHAPTER 9 | " THE SPACE BETWEEN US "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

warnings: very mild swearing; brief arguments

word count: 2.5k

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START OF PARK SUNGHOON'S POV

I stood there at the side, leaning against the arched entrance. I never meant to eavesdrop in the conversation you were having with the firstborn of the Yang family. It piqued my interest upon hearing your troubles and impulsively decided to help you. To pass time, I guess… or to stall my father into giving me his magnificent title of a duke and have me marry some lady I don’t even desire to have.

Without any significant bargain in the offer, I suggested anyway with the thought that maybe this could help me look at myself the way everyone did before I made history with your brother. The physical bruises and scars we both afflicted on each other faded with time, but the torturous memory continues to haunt us. I may look fine around his presence, but he never had the slightest idea of how I curse myself every single night knowing I not only ruined him and his tender affections with Yena, but our budding and steadfast friendship as well.

I was heinous then. But I swear with my whole heart, I don’t ever intend to hurt you now the way I did with your brother. The moment I let myself drown in your alluring gaze under that brightly lit moonlight, I told myself I won’t take another girl for granted. Not just because I owe it to Niki, but because you were the first person who looked at me without judgment despite knowing your brothers detest me with the entirety of their souls.

I’ve been courting you for over a month now and I’m completely aware of the things we’ve agreed upon about the ruse; needless to say, one might catch feelings in the aftermath. I know this was all a show to give Jungwon a headstart for his own game, but why am I gravely pained every time his name slips out of your lips? Why do I keep myself up on most nights thinking about this lingering question of who do you love? Why do I want to hold you even closer to my side every time he looks at us in dismay?

I’ve come to know that I had myself caught in the middle of whatever this is between you and him; that I’m just the fuel to the fire that’s already been there, left neglected within time. But I can’t help but feel like I need to protect you from him; from whatever hurt he might cause you over time. Although I know my place in all of this and where I stand, it still stings thinking that it isn’t in your heart.

Why would it be, anyway? I’m only just a page you couldn’t keep; a filler in your romantic novel who had the part of the villain origin story but couldn’t fight your hopeless hero. Sadly, Jungwon’s five steps ahead of me. So much for telling the ton there was us in the making, but you weren’t even mine to begin with.

Your mother invited me and the Yang family for dinner a sennight ago. She said it was to properly introduce me as your husband-to-be to your family, that includes your lover’s sitting across the table discussing the recent blow from the Daily Tattle, which was, of course, us.

“Jungwon, dear, have you wished your friend, Y/n, luck on her future wedding with the duke-to-be? Need I remind you that she’s going to need some of it from her best friends.” Lady Yang gently nudged her son who was busy tapping his spoon and fork upon the table. “Jungwon here is finally courting someone, have you heard of that, dear? Lady Choi, daughter of the-”

“The ever famous cheese merchant of our city, Viscount Choi, whom without, we wouldn’t be eating this opulent cheese on the table right this very moment.” I finished, which made the two mothers impressively smile in my direction. Realizing how uncomfortable you become at the very slightest mention of Jungwon’s new lover, I figured butting in could end your agony; seeing that your man is stupid enough to not read the situation in front of him. He seemed more occupied with the utensils than your disheartened state.

As predicted, you excused yourself, and it went without saying that Jungwon followed after you as you rushed out the dining hall and out to your garden. Your brothers and his soon left the hall and went with their casual discourse on the parlor, leaving his and your mother exchanging wedding plans with the company of champagne bottles and cheese. I held my head up high as I walked into the library to reflect on matters that kept me wondering at night. Until Niki strode in, with a pocket watch in hand.

“Riki, I’m-”

“Save your breath, Your Grace. You’re going to need it in case you piss the hell out of Jungwon and he lands his knuckles on your pretty face again.”

“Why don’t you do it then? Can’t get your hands dirty for your sister yet you can for Yena?”

“Do not fucking tempt me, Sunghoon.”

“Too bad. I’d love to see you try, though.”

“And I’d love to see your little mouth shut, Your Grace. You’re impressive, but I’m sure you’ve always been told that. For a moment there you really had me thinking you were about to apologize to my brother. Turns out you’re still the coward that you’ve always been.” Jay walked in unannounced, slightly scaring me. He’s like a lion ready to hunt for prey, even though he’d just sit there looking unbothered. I’ve always deemed your eldest brother with veneration. All I did was drop my head low when he threw me those harsh words, though I completely agree as they embody me in so many ways possible. I hate it.

“A wedding, huh? Don’t you think you’re going too far, already? This ruse is nothing but a shame to both our families. Heed me while I’m asking you nicely to end this foolishness you’ve invoked on our sister.”

“Forgive me… but I’m afraid I can’t.”

Fortunately, Niki was quick enough to grab a hold of Jay when he was about to come at me. I must say this now before it’s too late, and better be in front of your brothers than your lover.

“I will take full responsibility for Y/n. I will be a man of worth to her and a word of honor, I will end any future causes of grievances upon us both. I will protect her from it, just as I’m doing now.”

“You’re doing nothing but stall her from her fate with Jungwon!”

“And how do you know she still cares for him? Haven’t you seen the look on your dear sister’s face whenever Jungwon’s name is brought up? Haven’t you seen that man strolling around the town with a fancy girl in hand a week after breaking your sister’s heart? I thought so. But you just want things to go your way. I’ll respect that. For now.”

I dashed out of the library after giving them a piece of my mind. Though I had planned to apologize to Niki, Jay’s words got the best of me. I headed towards the garden to look for you, but before I could have your attention, Jungwon already did.

END OF PARK SUNGHOON’S POV

Jungwon rushed to the garden, following Y/n’s quick pace in an attempt to block out any possible thoughts about her lover. Basking under the bright moonlight, Jungwon grabbed her by the wrist, making her turn and crash against his jabot-clad chest.

“Y/n, please-”

“Really, Jung? God! You totally had me fooled that day when I thought we were having a moment!”

“We did! But-”

“But what? You can’t hold yourself accountable for the things you left me with so you squander your way with another lady? Tough blow, don’t you think?”

“Please, Y/n, I just need you to listen to me and-”

“I’m tired, Jung. All these years, you let me wait for you for five years just to have you run back and hurt me again. I’m tired of you making a fool out of me, and I’m dumb enough to always let you. Because I love you. I love you so much, it fucking hurts. I have so much love for you yet here you are, always welcoming me with fleeting bliss and leaving me with endless torment. But the damage has been done and I’m out. I love you, but I guess I’m going to have to leave it like this.”

“You still do?”

“God! I poured out my heart for you and all you could say was that? Jung, how can you be so dense?! I wouldn’t have let you hold me that day in the forest if I don’t love you! I asked you for a new start but you ran off and a week later you’re traipsing around Northumberland with Lady Choi! Right in front of me!”

“You were with that man that day too, in front of me! You look at him with so much admiration with your hand hanging on his arm. How do you think that made me feel?!”

“More than the damage you did to me? What a load of nonsense, Jung! And here I thought you already knew that Sunghoon and I were just fooling around to get to you.”

“Well, I’m here now, Y/n! I’m all yours now!”

“No, you’re not. You just can’t bear the truth that you lost me to him. At the end of the day, it will always be your pride. It always has been. I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I’m apologizing but I still will. This ends here, Jung. I wish you well.”

The entire time that Y/n and the young lord were arguing out the garden, Jay and Niki were carefully listening from the library’s window; Niki figured it was finally time to spill the truth to his sister.

Niki followed Y/n to her room, taking note of the soft sobs and sniffles she emitted. She turned around when she felt her brother’s footsteps trailing after her.

“Riki…” Niki was suddenly enclosed by Y/n’s tight embrace, dampening his jabot shirt with her tears. He returned the warm hug as he gently rubs her corseted back, feeling the constant huffs from her crying.

“I’m sorry about Jungwon.”

“He doesn’t deserve me.” The lady muffled against her brother’s chest.

“Maybe you’re right. And neither does Sunghoon. Listen, Sister. There’s something I need to get off my chest. Come.” The two entered the lady’s room and Niki carefully shut the door tight, locking it in the process. He sat atop the neatly arranged bed while patting the space next to him, gesturing Y/n to sit closer to his side.

“Jay isn’t happy with the sudden announcement of your engagement, and neither am I. But always know that I will always have your back, just like how you always have mine. I’ve seen how Sunghoon made you smile and laugh like how you used to with Jungwon back in the day. This day feared me but we’re here now, and I must tell you the reason why we’re all against him courting you in the first place.”

“Remember Yena? The girl I told you about in the letters? Sunghoon… he deceived her. He made her cheat against me, fed her with lies, and tricked her into thinking our love was nothing but a hoax. I saw them one day in his father’s garden, I followed them, curious enough to see how he made her happier than when she was with me. Until he kissed her. He took her first kiss when I thought we’d be sharing it with each other. And she kissed him back... like I wasn’t even someone to reckon with. Needless to say, I attacked him. The boys went against him afterward. Jungwon was there too. With all the lies he wired into her brain, Yena never looked at me the same after that day. And the many days that followed. She and Sunghoon just suddenly stopped seeing after the fight that erupted between us.”

“The thing was, sister, Sunghoon never loved her. He was young and didn’t want to let the opportunity pass, that’s what he told us when I had his collar by my clutch. That was the only excuse he could ever give us. The asshole that he is.” Niki clicks his tongue while dropping his head low, gaze fixed on the carpeted area on the floor across them. “Fuck. I would still have Yena if he didn’t try to treat things like we were playing a game of who could get the girl first. Thinking about the time he wasted on nothing genuine, Yena could have spent it on me instead and I would have had her here, introduced to Mother and the ton.”

Y/n placed a hand on her brother’s closed, shaky fists. Niki let out soft sniffles, trying his best to keep himself from cracking. “I’m sorry, Riki, I didn’t know. He told me it was all in the past and that he desires to make amends now.” Niki jerks up, eyes fixed on his sister’s eyes. “You’ve only heard his point of view, you never heard mine. Sunghoon’s made a whole record in university, Y/n. He goes around the grounds breaking hearts like he owns them. Girls would swoon over him and he would gladly oblige. What an ambitious, cunning little prick. And now he has you wrapped around his fingers, the same way he did to Yena.”

“I’m sure he means no harm now, brother. He’s been nothing but kind and gentle to me. He makes me utterly happy; the part of my romantic story where I used to want Jungwon to be consistent of.”

“You know, I’ve always been considerate of your choices and aspirations, sister. But I will not lose you to Sunghoon like this. I’m afraid Jay and I will have to be very uptight with you seeing him from now on. I’m sure by now you’ve come to understand why Jungwon’s scared of surrendering you to him. He means well, sis, Jungwon…”

“I will not settle for someone whom I have to spend a lifetime second-guessing whether he wants me in his life or not.”

“But he’s been missing you a lot lately, hasn’t he?”

“I’m afraid him missing me is far too different from him wanting to marry me.”

Niki only sighs before planting a soft kiss on his sister’s temple and fixing his fit to present himself back to the lobby. Y/n was left in her room, fidgeting with her fingers while anxiously biting her bottom lip in deep contemplation.

Sunghoon may have stolen her attention from Jungwon, but she had to admit, she never regretted it. She has felt safe with Sunghoon the past months they’ve been together. Jungwon did nothing but torture her constantly with every chance he got. Although they hadn’t been sticking around their ruse’s ground rules lately, she feared the time between her and Sunghoon would be up soon and she wouldn’t feel his comforting presence around her anymore.

Sunghoon may have gotten her used to their dilly-dallying that time apart from each other could make her feel miserable. Not to mention the embarrassment that would come with it considering she is foretold to be Northumberland’s next duchess after all.

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years ago

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Different but the Same (pt. 9)

tw: Swearing, kit-kat discourse, minor bullying, Alpha superiority complex

Word count: 4.4k

Rating: R18+/M

Omegaverse AU, Rating: 18+/M

Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?

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ch. 9: Tokyo - Day Two

The elevator chimed as the doors opened. The Omega had barely entered the lobby before she bent over with a massive yawn. “Long night?”

“The longest,” she mumbled, making her way to one of the benches and collapsing onto it. She’d made it back to her room at 3 AM. (Name) looked up with bleary eyes. With arms of lead, she extended them up and made grabby motions. He raised an eyebrow, confused. “Snuggle.”

“What?”

She tugged on his shirt, “snuggle!” She demanded, leaning back and letting her eyes flutter shut.

The ash-blonde Alpha took a seat besides her. Immediately, she curled into his warmth, burying her face into his chest as she threw her legs over his thighs. Semi’s arms hung loosely around her. (Name)’s chest filled with purrs as she wavered between consciousness and unconsciousness. Semi sat there frozen, unsure of what to do. He anxiously looked around, glad that he had been the first of his team-mates to arrive in the lobby but also worried about what would happen when they entered. He knew Ushijima had started courting the Omega, and he wasn’t quite sure of what the Apex Alpha would do. Ushijima had literally broken Kirishima’s nose for being vulgar, what would he do when he caught the Omega cuddling him? A soft hand distracted him as the omega pulled it more snugly around her waist.

“Do you always get cuddly when you’re tired?”

“Yeah,” she yawned again, eyes still shut. “That or when I’m anxious.”

“Does Iwaizumi let you cuddle his pack-mates too?” The Omega hummed in affirmation, causing Semi’s brown eyes to widen. “Oh really?”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Pack pile?” Oikawa looked over to his best friend, eyeing the venomous look in his eye. They’d left the club room only to be greeted with the sight of (Name), Kyotani, and Makki cuddling together in the gym. Kyotani had his head on (Name)’s lap, and Makki had his arms around her as she leaned into him from her spot in between his legs.

“With MY mate though?” Iwaizumi scowled, the burnt pine filling the air.

“Wait!” She sat up, nudging the males aside as she stood up. “I asked them to, Haji.”

“What?” His Alpha paced angrily; they all flinched as his scent lashed out at their noses.

“I was having a really bad day and getting a little anxious, and you know how I get when I’m anxious, so they offered to help calm me down.”

Iwaizumi crossed his arms, irritated. “You could’ve gotten me.”

“I didn’t wanna bother you.” She shrank into herself, eyes downcast. “I figured that you wouldn’t mind since they’re in the pack.”

Iwaizumi pinched his nose, breathing heavily. “Just...tell me before or something. I don’t like finding you guys like this.”

She jumped up, running into his arms. “You’re the best,” she squealed, before she tugged him to the ground. With a startled grunt, he landed beside her. “Pack pile!” She cheered, as the other males turned into her. Kyotani placed his head back onto her lap, and Makki decided to lean against Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, taking Makki’s old position - though he did pull her in much closer than Makki had. Oikawa let out a bemused chuckle as he watched, only to yelp as Makki tugged him down. Oikawa crashed into Makki’s lap. They all laid there until more members entered and piled on top, effectively squishing and suffocating the Omega who was in the middle.

“Well yeah, they’re my pack too,” she muttered, her strawberry scent filling his senses as she squirmed in his arms. “We love pack-piles.”

“Did I hear pack-pile?”

Semi groaned internally, cinnamon overtaking strawberry. The Omega let out a squeak as Tendou plopped his head onto her lap laying between her legs and throwing his legs up on the length of the bench. “Hello Tendou,” she sighed, threading her hand through his locks. The other Alpha shuddered under the familiar touch.

“Ooh, (Name)-chan, that feels nice.”

“I’m guessing you guys don’t really do pack-piles?” Her eyes lazily flicked between the two.

“Nah.”

“I’ve tried!” Tendou proclaimed, nuzzling his face into her stomach and eliciting soft laughter. “But nobody felt like reciprocating.”

“Ushijima shoved him off the bed,” Semi whispered into her ear, sending her into a fit of giggles. “And when he tried at training camp, I threw his futon out into the hall.”

“What are you doing?” Their heads snapped up. Semi’s blood ran cold as he was greeted with a tense Alpha. Tendou sent his best friend a pleasant smile as the Omega sleepily waved. Ushijima’s jaw was clenched as he observed the scene, fists trembling slightly.

“Pack-pile,” she shrugged. “I’m sleepy.”

“You shouldn’t have stayed up so late last night,” Ushijima reprimanded, crossing his arms. She rolled her eyes. It’s not like he wasn’t there! But of course, Ushijima didn’t even look tired.

“Okay, Dad, I’ll sleep early tonight.”

Ushijima’s gaze hardened. “I am not your father.” Without warning, he took a seat besides Semi, pulling her towards him and plopping her onto his lap. She blinked in surprise while Tendou’s head went crashing into Semi’s knees. Both males flinched at the contact, Tendou letting out a surprised yelp.

“What are you doing, Ushijima-san?” She spluttered, attempting to pull back as she looked up at the captain.

“Pack-pile.” His arms snaked around her waist before he leaned into Semi, scenting her with his wrist glands. Her cheeks glowed at the close contact.

She was saved by the rest of the pack trudging into the lobby. “Guess we should go get onto the bus,” she chuckled awkwardly, detaching herself from the massive Alpha. Ushijima let her go without a fight, olive eyes following her figure as she greeted the rest of the team. They made their way to the front of the hotel where their bus was waiting.

The Omega waited for everyone to board, double-checking the roster as they all entered. Once everyone - except for the coaches - had boarded, she clambered on, pulling out a black bag. She went up and down the aisles, passing out kit-kats.

“Thank you, (Name)-san!” Goshiki bowed, accidentally hitting his head on the seat in front of him.

“Be careful, Goshiki-kun,” (Name) said, ruffling his hair before making her way to the front where she took her seat beside Ushijima. Tendou sat in the row across from her. By now, the coaches had climbed aboard and they were making their way to Itachiyama.

“Ooh, thank you!” Tendou beamed, sticking his hand into her bag and snagging a few more. (Name) smacked his hand, pulling the bag away.

“Only one, Tendou,” she scolded.

Tendou rolled his eyes, “no fun allowed.” He opened his kit-kat, breaking them apart. The crinkle of plastic filled the air as the boys helped themselves to their sweet treat. “Wakatoshi, that’s not how you eat a kit-kat.”

The Omega whirled around, looking at her seat-mate. Ushijima had just taken a bite out of both sticks. Simultaneously. Without splitting them. Semi leaned over Tendou, looking too. “Wakatoshi, you’re supposed to split them.”

Ushijima’s brows furrowed. “Why? That seems unnecessary.”

The Omega frowned, looking between the kit-kats. It’s true there really wasn’t a reason to do so. It was just preferable? “Well,” she hesitated, “the creators made it so they’re meant to be split and shared, right?”

“But I’m not sharing this.” Ushijima frowned, looking at the candy and then back up to her. “Unless you wanted to share this with me, (Name)?”

She shook her head. “You’re right. Enjoy your candy, Ushijima-san.” (Name) patted his head, before tucking the candy away into the belt-bag she wore over her shoulder. She peeked into it, noting that she’d need to pick up more medical tape. The rest of the trip consisted of Tendou trying to “persuade” her to give him more candy - a.k.a., he tried to distract her and slyly steal some. Eventually, Ushijima forced her to switch seats with him so that she could nap for the remainder of the trip without Tendou’s constant interruptions. This only led to Tendou harassing Shirabu and Semi and the trio were all yelled at by Coach Washijo.

“I did tell you to behave, Tendou.”

Tendou shrugged, ignoring Ushijima’s words. “You should wake her up, we’re almost there.”

“You act as if I could sleep with the racket you were making,” the Omega replied, her eyes still shut as she rested her head against the window.

“Why are you so tired anyways?”

She leaned forward, glaring over Ushijima’s form. “Gee, Tendou, I wonder why?” She replied sarcastically.

“I have no idea!” Tendou grinned sardonically as the bus came to a halt.

“Let’s just get these practice matches over with,” the Omega grumbled, crossing her arms.

****

Itachiyama and Shiratorizawa ended up playing eight sets, with Shiratorizawa winning 5 of them. As the scrimmages came to an end, (Name) stepped forward to help clean up. “Shiratorizawa has never had a manager before.”

She jumped, whirling around to find a masked Alpha. “Hello, I’m new.” She bowed. “I’m (L.Name, Name).”

The male stood at a distance, disgust flickering in his eyes. He raised his face as if he was sniffing the air. “You’re an Omega.”

(Name) fixed her hair, readjusting her hair again so that it was out of her face. “Yes, I am.” She shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny.

“How long have you been courting Wakatoshi?”

She flinched. “I’m not courting Ushijima-san.”

“Oh really? You stink of him.”

The Omega flushed, averting her eyes that coincidentally landed on Ushijima who was talking to the Captain of Itachiyama. She chose her next words carefully. “Ushijima-san and I are friends. He is the Alpha of the pack, and as manager, we interact quite often.”

“Yes, but you reek of him.” The Alpha sneered. “Shiratorizawa probably would have won more if you weren’t such a distraction.”

She gaped, bristling with fury. Her? A distraction? When all she did was take notes? “Excuse me?” She took a step closer to the Alpha, ready to put him in his place.

“Sakusa!” Another Alpha came sprinting over, stepping in between the two bristling people. “I’m sorry for his behaviour. He’s just...protective and proud of Ushijima-san.”

The Omega rolled her eyes. “That’s fine and all, but that’s no reason to make baseless accusations.” She crossed her arms before addressing the first Alpha, eyes darkening with barely restrained fury. “I was assigned to be the Omega for the volleyball team to fulfill a graduation requirement. I have no relationship with Ushijima-san outside of that. If you feel like he did not perform his best, then you should have a discussion with him about it. I believe that he played his usual.” With that, she spun on her heel and stalked off towards Tendou and Semi. Goshiki stepped to intercept her only to immediately turn away with his tail tucked between his legs at the energy she radiated.

“For an Omega, she sure is angry.” Komori commented, before looking at his cousin. “Why’d you do that anyways?”

“Wakatoshi was distracted for most of the game.” With that, Sakusa spun around and left. “I’m going to shower first.”

As the Omega reached Tendou and Semi, a wave of guilt hit her causing her to bite her lip. Sakusa wasn’t wrong. Ushijima had been a little off, probably from not getting enough sleep. She shook her head. Ushijima still played well, and Shiratorizawa still won. “Something wrong?” Semi glanced down at her disheveled form.

She shook her head. “I’m just tired.”

“Why don’t you head to the bus first? We’ll finish cleaning up,” Semi offered, taking the mop from her.

“You’re the best, Semi.”

“I try,” he chirped. “Now scoot.” He shoved her in the direction of the door. She stood in the doorway, glancing back only to see Semi waving her off. (Name) sent him a grateful smile before making her way to the parking lot.

The Omega climbed into the bus, collapsing back onto her original seat. She let out a deep sigh, letting her head drop onto the cool window once more. At least summer would be soon and she wouldn’t have to worry. As much anyways.

****

(Name) tightened the gold obi, examining her reflection. “How do I look?” She asked, glancing down at her phone.

“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. I knew you would.” A pink flush overtook her features. She was wearing a pink yukata adorned with sakura blossoms and lotuses. It had been a gift from her mate last summer. Iwaizumi leaned back in his chair, a resigned smile sliding onto his face. “Wish I was there taking you though.”

“Me too.” She kneeled in front of the mirror, smoothing the soft fabric. (Name) adjusted her courting necklace, anxiously fiddling with her jewelry. “You could have made it if you had left earlier,” she teased, glancing back at her mate.

He rolled his eyes. Iwaizumi had his own exams and final projects to work on. “I’ll just take you to the festival when you get back, ok? So don’t eat too many sweets without me.”

“I promise.”

Iwaizumi leaned forward, holding his pinky to the camera, “swear?” He knew his mate. Omegas naturally had a sweet tooth, but she had the biggest sweet tooth he’d ever known.

“I swear!” She giggled, tapping her pinky against the camera. “Can’t believe you don’t trust me,” she joked. (Name) looked up as someone knocked at her door.

“I’m guessing you have to leave now.” Iwaizumi sighed. They’d been video-calling for the past hour or so while she was getting ready for the festival. It had been Coach Saito’s idea as a treat for the pack. After a long day of practice matches, they were excused to go have fun tonight at the festival provided they were back in time for the midnight curfew.

“Yeah,” she murmured, turning her full attention to the phone. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he grunted. “Have fun, be safe. Don’t wander too far from the pack, okay?”

“I won’t.”

“Bye babe.” The phone beeped as he hung up. She sighed, getting up and sliding her sandals on as another urgent knock was placed on her door.

“I’m coming!” (Name) walked to the door, opening it. Leaning on her door-frame was Semi who was wearing a white v-neck with a black cardigan and jeans.

“Ready?”

“Yep!”

She stepped out, closing the door. Semi offered her a smile. “You look lovely, (Name),” Semi complimented, offering her his arm.

“I thought we all agreed on wearing yukatas,” she raised an eyebrow, sliding her arm into the crook of his elbow. Semi shrugged.

“Must have missed the memo.”

“I better not be the only one in a yukata,” she threatened.

Semi threw his head back in a laugh. “I think you might be,” he admitted as they headed to the elevator. “Everyone else is already in the lobby. We were just waiting on you.” She rolled her shoulders back, smoothing out the yukata. “Excited?”

She hummed. “Of course. It’s not every day that we go to a festival, let alone a festival in a different city.”

Semi barked with laughter. “Fair enough.”

Sure enough, as they entered the lobby, only the Omega was wearing a yukata. Goshiki’s eyes brightened at the sight, his cheeks glowing like cherries. “You-you look beautiful, (Name)-san!”

At his comment, the pack’s heads turned to appraise her. Semi released his grip on her, heading towards Tendou who was smirking while looking between Ushijima and (Name). The captain stepped forward, obscuring her body from view. “You look very nice, (Name).”

The Omega’s hand crept up to her neck, scratching at it lightly. “Thank you, Ushijima-san.” She peeked over his shoulder at the pack. “Shall we?” The younger students tripped over themselves as they headed towards the Omega, offering to hold her stuff and escort her to the bus. They flinched as Ushijima looked down on them, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Let’s.” He said, taking her elbow gently as he led her out to the bus.

****

The group entered the festival, eyes wide as they absorbed the scene. The younger students immediately split off to go check out the food stands. (Name), drawn to the flashing lights and massive prizes, wandered towards the games. Tendou, Semi, Ushijima, and Goshiki followed her.

“Ooh, that’s such a cute plushie!” The Omega grinned, gazing at all the prizes.

“I can win it for you, (Name)-san!” Goshiki pumped his fist, stepping up. The other boys watched with amused expressions as the Alpha tried to prove himself as a provider.

“Oh, no, that’s-” she started before Goshiki paid the attendant. “-okay,” she stopped, lamely. She watched as Goshiki tried multiple times to shoot down the target, her grimace growing at each attempt. By the fifth try, his face had gone completely red and she grabbed his wrist before he tried again. “Goshiki-kun, I can do it.” She paid the attendant, and knocked down three targets right on the bullseye. Semi stifled a laugh at Goshiki’s face.

“How-?” Goshiki’s jaw dropped.

She shrugged, “this is one of my favorite games. I play it every year.”

“Very impressive, (Name)-chan!”

“Thank you, Tendou!” She beamed. Only Ushijima didn’t comment about her win, but the Omega ignored that. The attendant handed her the giant eagle plushie, waving them as they left. The plushie was almost bigger than she was, obscuring most of her face. “Ooh, let’s try that game!”

“Should we really bring back goldfish?” Semi raised his eyebrows skeptically. “I don’t know if they’ll transport well on the bus.”

The Omega pouted, squeezing the eagle. “Fair enough.”

They proceeded to play more games. Goshiki tried to play every single game, only for Ushijima to be nonchalantly better at it. The strength game? Goshiki only filled a little more than half of the bar. Ushijima completely knocked it off. Ring toss? The young Alpha missed whereas Ushijima somehow managed to score the grand prize. Goshiki got more and more dejected with each loss as at each and every turn, Ushijima would win. Their arms were ladened with the prizes Ushijima won. Originally, the Apex Alpha had kept trying to hand his prizes to the Omega, only to realize that she could only hold the plushie that she had won. With a minor huff of disappointment, he passed the prizes to the other Alphas to hold.

The Omega stumbled, missing the stone step in front of her, unable to see around the plushie in her arms. “Maybe you should’ve gotten the toys at the end,” Semi commented, grabbing her elbow and chuckling loudly as the Omega struggled.

As she opened her mouth to agree, Ushijima plucked it out of her hands, grabbing the other prizes as well. “He-hey!”

“I’ll go put it in the bus.” With that, the lumbering Alpha disappeared into the crowd.

“Well then, should we go play more games?”

Tendou threw his arm over the Omega’s shoulder. “Wanna win me the figurines at the shooting game?”

“Only if you pay for the plays,” (Name) smirked. Goshiki followed, lagging in the back as he pouted. Semi just shook his head, ruffling Goshiki’s hair as he followed along, worried for any trouble that Tendou would stir up. Of course, the attendant only let them win two more prizes before he banned them from playing anymore. But, Tendou was satisfied as he walked away with two figurines of his favorite characters.

“We’re going to the festival back in Miyagi,” Tendou said, eyes wide with glee.

“Nope!” The Omega walked off, linking arms with Semi. “Where’s Ushijima-san?”

“Here.” Ushijima appeared. “I got side-tracked.”

The Omega cocked her head, letting go of Semi and approaching the Apex Alpha. “By what?”

“This.” Ushijima opened his palm, revealing a cloth. She raised an eyebrow.

“What’s that?” Ushijima unraveled the cloth, revealing a beautiful gold and pink floral kanzashi. The golden fan shimmered under the yellow stall lights, contrasting beautifully with the various pink flowers that sat on it. Gold chains cascaded down from the hair-piece. “That’s beautiful, Ushijima-san,” she breathed.

“It’s for you.”

She gaped. “W-what?”

“I bought this for you.” He bowed. “I apologize for taking so long. May I put it on for you?”

She averted her eyes, thankful that she was wearing makeup to obscure the heat that crept up her cheeks. “Wait, where did everyone go?”

“They said they wanted to get food.” Ushijima replied, before grasping onto her yukata sleeve. “(Name).”

She shuddered. “Yes, Ushijima-san?”

“May I put the kanzashi in your hair?”

“Of-of course, Ushijima-san.” They stepped off to the side. She turned, facing the crowd as Ushijima delicately tucked the hair-piece into her locks.

“Beautiful.” Ushijima breathed. Her cheeks glowed even brighter, she could swear that anyone could see it now despite her makeup. “Do you want to go get some food too?”

The Omega gave him a shaky nod. “S-sure.”

“What type of food do you enjoy?”

The Omegas eyes brightened as she went into elaborate detail on all of the sweet treats that she enjoyed at festivals. Ushijima couldn’t help but watch her in fascination. He had known that Omegas loved sweets. It was a universal truth. His grandmother had always mentioned teaching him how to make sweet treats in order to win over an Omega, and he thought that he’d have to start as soon as he got back to Miyagi. “...but I really love ramune with takoyaki.” She sniffed the air. “Ooh! And ringo-ame and baby castellas!” She rambled, a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth. “Oh god, I’m so embarrassing,” (Name) flushed, wiping at her lip.

Ushijima chuckled. “Wait here.”

“Wait but-- and he’s gone.” The Omega looked around. She couldn’t spot any of their pack-mates, even though they had all gone to the food stalls. (Name) stood to the side under the bright golden lights. She watched with delight as kids ran past her playing with hanging lanterns and pin-wheels.

“What’s a sweet little Omega like you doing here all by yourself?” A male purred, causing the Omega to sigh and turn to see a group of Alphas.

She offered them a sickly sweet smile. “Can I help you?” Internally, she cursed herself for forgetting her scent blockers. Being caught up with the pack, she figured she wouldn’t need it. Nor did she expect to be left alone.

The largest one of the group, a burly dark-haired male, stepped forward and sniffed her. “Why don’t you come and give us some company, sweetheart?”

They exchanged dark looks as they stepped closer. “Yeah, it’d be better than being alone.” Another chimed in, smirking, a hand outreached to stroke her cheek.

“Oi, knock it off.” The Omega warned, stepping back slightly. Her strawberry scent began to fill the air, agitation flickering in her (e/c) orbs. “My Alpha wouldn’t be too happy to see you guys.” Her eyes flitted around, searching for Ushijima.

“What Alpha?” The first male scoffed, sniffing the air again. “All I smell is strawberry, little Omega.” They stepped forward, blocking her from sight.

Another Alpha snorted. “Yeah, don’t make up lies about an Alpha.”

“We’ll take good care of you,” a third Alpha purred.

“I hope I’m not interrupting something.” At the sound of his voice, everyone’s head flinched up. The swirling scent of possession, jealousy, and anger surrounded (Name) as her Omega cried in relief at the sight. “Omega.” Ushijima stood there, a bag of baby castellas tucked into his pocket and a ringo-ame in his hand.

“Alpha!” (Name) cried, ducking under their arms and running into his arms. Ushijima almost purred in delight, but anger flickered through him as his olive eyes focused on the invasive Alphas. He wrapped an arm around the trembling Omega.

“Were these Alphas bothering you, Omega?”

“Hey, she was all alone and unscented.” The first Alpha smacked his lips, eyes darkening dangerously.

Ushijima tensed, his jaw clenching. “That does not give you a right to intrude on her space.” His eyes darkened, a fist tightening as he made a move to step towards the other Alphas.

The Omega, sensing a potentially violent situation occurring, leaned up and started nuzzling his neck, scenting him. “Let’s just go, Ushijima-san. We should go find somewhere to watch the fireworks or find the rest of the pack.”

Ushijima took a deep breath, letting the scent wash over and soothe his nerves. “Very well. Let’s go, Omega.” With one final glare at the other Alphas, Ushijima wrapped his arms around (Name) and escorted her far away from the festivities so that they could find an unobstructed view of the fireworks.

He handed her the candied-apple, leading her away. She linked her pinkie with his. “Thanks for rescuing me,” she whispered.

He tightened his grip on her pinkie. “Always.”

****

Bonus:

“Think (Name)-chan noticed us leaving her with Wakatoshi?”

“Wait, we ditched them together on purpose?” Goshiki’s eyes widened.

Tendou patted Goshiki’s head. “They’re courting, we should give them some alone time. You can’t keep stealing all of her attention, Tsutomu-kun.”

“They are?!”

“Shhh, not too loud,” Semi hissed, rolling his eyes. “C’mon, I wanna get some takoyaki before the fireworks start.” Goshiki crossed his arms, pouting. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Semi sighed exasperatedly.

“But I wanted to court her!” Goshiki flushed.

“She has an Alpha!” Semi exclaimed, pinching his nose. “Two of them!”

“Besides, she wouldn’t want such a young Alpha anyways, Tsutomu-kun,” Tendou snickered. “Not after you couldn’t win any prizes.”

**** “Hey what’s going on over there?” Bokuto pointed in the distance, noticing a group of Alphas approaching a small Omega.

“Looks like trouble,” Akaashi commented, glancing up from his takoyaki with disinterest.

“I’m gonna go stop it.” Bokuto declared, jabbing a thumb into his chest. “I’ll go rescue the Omega-in-distress!” As he rolled up his yukata sleeve, a familiar lumbering shape entered his eye-sight. “Is that--”

“Isn’t that Ushijima-san?” Akaashi asked, raising an eyebrow as he surveyed the scene.

Bokuto pouted, crossing his arms. Ushijima had already stolen one of the top 3 spaces, and now he’s going to steal Bokuto’s opportunity to impress an Omega? “Let’s just go, ‘Kaashi.” Bokuto stomped off, joining the rest of the Fukurodani pack.

Akaashi followed, letting out a soft sigh. This was definitely going to put Bokuto into one of his emo-modes, and Akaashi wasn’t sure if he wanted to deal with it tonight.

FUN FACT

💟 Semi was used to (Name)’s demand for physical contact, but once she and Ushijima started courting, he got nervous about helping her with it in case Ushijima was a possessive Alpha

💟 (Name) typically isn’t the one who initiates pack-piles with Seijoh. It’s normally Makki or Oikawa who does. Out of the Seijoh third-years, Mattsun is the most touch-deprived because he’s scared of asking for it. Makki’s learned the signs and would often initiate on his behalf

💟 Tendou used to try and start a pack-pile during every single trip and training camp. The Shiratorizawa pack had to threaten to kick Tendou out of the room if he continued to try and instigate pack-piles

💟 Ushijima had never been in a pack-pile before nor has he cuddled another person before

💟 Sakusa had noticed Ushijima staring at (Name) throughout the entire match. The Apex Alpha would preen and stare especially hard whenever he scored a point

💟 (Name) often gets aggressive when she doesn’t get enough sleep. Semi is the only one who knows this though

💟 The first time she’d played the shooting game was with Iwaizumi, and (Name) ended up winning an overnight beach trip on her first try

💟 This was the first time Ushijima had played a majority of the festival games. He would normally only browse the food and art stands with his pack-mates

💟 Ushijima was kinda upset that (Name) wasn’t wearing her watch, so he decided to buy her the hair-piece in an effort to spoil her and prove himself as an Alpha

💟 Ushijima’s grandmother taught him how to cook mostly to impress Omegas

💟 (Name)’s heart skipped a beat at Ushijima’s promise to protect her

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jadienjaystoriesandart · 4 years ago

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More Blood God Phil stuff because I be in a mood. @nkhaotic

Asked a question on Tubbo being a new Vassal of the Blood God, and got an answer. Then got to writing this. Tis would be my th thing to this AU, you guys haven’t seen my drawing yet. Hehe, this gave me alot to think about. (When I get inspired, I can write like crazy, it’s how I can go months without content, then post like five chapters in two days.)

Plot: Tubbo is taken out by Techno and Tommy for what they call some 'fun'. Basically, they are testing to see how he takes killing people.

This is what happens when you are listening to Addict by Silva Hound and Blood-Water by Grandson.

Note: Wilbur is dead in this one, given he had betrayed Phil for the 'newest' god Dream. Read it by NKhaotic on their Tumblr. Also, this is an AU, some things were changed from Cannon to fit into my narrative. Like Tubbo being the one who says Techno should be executed or Phil's 'house arrest', were not his ideas in this.

Warnings: Blood, Killing, Burning things, Explosives, these boys are just Feral okay.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28557531/chapters/70366230

Tubbo walked beside Tommy as they followed Techno out. Truth be told, he had just come to apologize to the other. See, he had no idea of them having taken him from his home for the execution. He had been told they found Techno in the city and thus it was considered right to do so. Enemy of one nation wasn't so much of the other. As far as he cared, Techno could have stayed away and he'd be allowed to live.

He never understood why people around him insisted on lying to get by, it was easier, to tell the truth, and then get your sweet revenge. Which still doesn't explain why they wanted to head out of the server together. Tommy seemed excited, near skipping as he walked. Any and all questions he asked were just answered with 'wait and see'. So, after getting this for the third time, he resigned to the fact they wouldn't tell him.

As they neared up the hill, a rather decent sized town could be seen in the distance. So they weren't dragging him out here to kill him, good to know. Techno hummed as he tossed to Tommy a crossbow and fireworks. "To answer your questions." the piglin said handing the same to Tubbo with a look. "We're here to wreak havoc and kill whoever stands in the way."

Tubbo stared at that, not sure what he was thinking or feeling about that thought. Tommy was grinning at him, "Consider this an... assessment!" he said cheerfully. "I'm sure you'll do great!" Watching as they headed out, Tubbo shook out of his thoughts and quickly followed after them. The way down was silent as if the world itself was holding its breath for the first moment.

The feeling he got was vaguely familiar, remembering back to when he would take walks with Phil in the city.

*Flashback*

The world was silent as he could hear the sounds of their feet on the cobble paths. Tubbo looked around at that, the birds that normally made noises, were all too quiet. He looked over at Phil who was gazing up at the sky in thought.

He sighed heavily, "I am sorry about this... as much as I didn't want to do this, my cabinet had forced the issue." he muttered looking away from Phil.

The older male hummed at that, "You do have a duty to your people, if they want something you are to try and supply them with it. Such is the life of a leader."

"But still." Tubbo said, "It feels like they refuse to listen even when I do say something. They constantly override me, and this has caused some... discourse between us." he wasn't sure why he was telling Phil about this. This was supposed to be personal, but, Tubbo didn't have many people talk to about it.

Phil gazed at him and shrugged, "Then why not make them listen. From what Tommy tells me, you've not always been this passive about things." he tells him honestly.

Turning to that, then looking away with a soft hum. "I suppose I haven't been, not sure what really changed." it was true, he wasn't always passive about things. He wasn't afraid to kill should it come down to it. Gods know he's steeped in the blood of people who wronged him, and the fires still burn around him to this day. Since being president, he has become meeker and more unsure of himself.

"I'm just saying, grab back your confidence, and if they refuse to listen, make them an example," he suggested to him with a casual look, as if he didn't just tell Tubbo to kill people who went against him.

Tubbo frowned, "Wouldn't that just make me another tyrant?" he asked curiously.

Phil merely chuckled, "Not if you're smart about it Tubbo, which I am sure you are much smarter than that idiot before you." he said with a scowl, remembering how it all lead to him having to kill Wilbur.

Silence rang again between them, still the world held its breath. Tubbo looked off into the distance with a tiny hum at the words. Be smart about it... he was sure he could do that.

*End of flashback*

As they neared the area, Tubbo watched as Techno fired off into the buildings. Setting a flame one building. Before Tommy took off with a cackle, slashing through any guards that came too close.

Coming out of his musing to see the fire around them, the blood that ran into the ground. He looked around to see Techno setting up the flames with each fire of the crossbow. In the light of the fires, Tubbo swore the other's eyes were glowing red in two voids, black holes where his eyes should be.

The two were chaotic and just going all over the place. Though they were passionate, they were also unfocused.

Such is the life of a leader.

Tubbo gripped his weapon tightly, pulling out a stick of TNT given to him. Lighting it up he tossed it into the fray of people running. The resulting explosion rang up with screams.

"Now you're getting it!" he heard as Tubbo turned and stared at what he saw. Tommy now had sharp teeth like fangs, black eyes with two red dots. "Come on, still much to destroy we are only on the south side!" he laughed running off to catch up with Techno who was already heading over there. Normal people would be horrified by this, normal people would turn and run. But, if he did that, Tubbo would be denying the fact the thrill this left him with was all he ever loved in life.

And he's been in need of a stress reliever after days trapped in L'manburge.

Running down the streets as he would lit up areas with fireworks and torches. The hot days from before with no rain making the grass easy to ignite under the tiniest of sparks. Tubbo found himself grinning as he jumped from roof to roof, sitting off explosives behind him. People inside screaming out when their house was blown up and the resulting fire from it would burn them or debris would crush them.

Slowly the awkwardness delved into pure destructive glee between the three boys. The smokes that billow into the reddening sky as the sunset casts a glow over the orange flames that rose high into the sky.

Laughing along with the other two as they left the place late into the night Techno was covered in gunpowder and blood, Tommy had it on his hands from having barehanded some others. The ends of Tubbo's outfit were burnt as Tommy had an arm around him grinning widely with his fang-like teeth. Addicting the feeling was, just letting go of all conforms in this world and going pure feral on any and all.

The way back was mostly then recounting people they ran into. Acting out their terror and laughing with tips and compliments on making it better. And they did admit Tubbo had kept them on track to make sure they got all sectors of the city.

But, this also meant this night was coming to a close. So he'd have to go back to the city he ran as if this night never happened. Tubbo tried not to let that thought get to him as they neared Techno's house as the moon was high in the sky. He paused however when he saw Phil on the porch smiling at them when they neared. "Look at you boys, did you have fun?" he asked as Tommy and Techno got onto the porch.

"Sure did!" Tommy said smiling as Phil ruffled his hair.

Techno just grunted with a shrug but did smile at the hand on his shoulder. Tubbo mostly kept silent he turned to head back home. "And just where are you going young man?" near jumping he turned to see Phil with his arms crossed. "You can't be heading back looking like that, much less this late into the night."

Tubbo mouth moved but no words came out as Tommy snickered and got up pulling him over to sit with them. Techno going inside to wash off his hands and get something for them to eat. Tommy was leaned on the left side of Phil, smiling as fingers ran through his hair. He was mostly back to 'normal' looking if you overlook the blood still on him.

Shifting a bit, Tubbo felt slightly awkward about this, yelping when an arm pulls him closer to Phil. Tubbo managed to look up to see a soft smile from him, he could faintly hear Tommy's soft breathing. Closing his own eyes as he found Phil was very warm despite how cold the night air was in the snowy plains.

"You did really good today, all three of you." Phil praised them quietly, Tubbo vaguely hearing him. "I'm pleased with your work." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, somehow those words filled him with warmth.

Something soft wrapped around Tubbo, a ruffle of feathers. Yet, he kept his eyes closed, exhaustion finally creeping into his body.

Somehow, he knew everything would be okay. He was safe, here and now. Latching onto this thought, and onto the calming feeling Phil gave off. Tubbo slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the night they had.

#dream smp #dream smp au #philza #technoblade #tommyinnit #tubbo #Blood God Philza #tw blood #tw destruction #tw killing

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confusedhost-archive · 4 years ago

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She-Ra tumblr au

I made this with @maycombhoney at some point and was thinking about it earlier today.

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Adora: Has a popular sideblog named She-Ra about her boxing and fighting abilities but very few people follow her main account. Her sideblog is simple, with a lot of self defense tips and stuff, and sometimes people see reblogs of stuff that are supposed to go to her main account show up. They’re pretty boring, so they usually don’t check out the main account

Glimmer: Lots of sparkly moodboards and stuff with a really pretty aesthetic, and that’s all you see when you follow, but once you’re following, your dash starts having a bunch of vent posts about her mom and there’s a lot of discourse. Glimmer gets mad at posts easily. There’s also a lot of anon hate to her. It’s kinda depressing. If she ever posts art, she often has to take it down because no matter how often she says not to, people repost it, and she can’t let her mom connect the dots.

Bow: He talks a lot about bows. Shows off a lot of his arrow creations and how-to's on making them at home. They’re too complicated to actually work though. Most of his followers find him through Adora’s side blog She-Ra, where he’s often tagged. It’s usually because she posts selfies of their adventures and he’s in them. Glimmer is too, but she’s well known on her own.

Double Trouble: Their username is from some small fandom no one has ever heard of, their profile pic is from some abandoned cartoon from a year ago, their header is a gif scene from at least three different shows that were shot in the same place, and their line underneath is a quote from an old musical from the 90′s. The blog is about none of those and has a bunch of posts from a show no one can find. They often get asks about what show it is, to which they give a name, and when they’re asked for a link, it never seems to work. People have given up. At some point, someone noticed that you can actually figure out what’s going on in the show if you look at the gif sets and put them together in order of episode (which is labeled at the bottom). See the thing is, Double Trouble is using the mystery and confusion of this blog to advertise the show they wrote, directed and acted out. No one knows how it’s possible, but the people who know what happened are both under oath to not tell anyone and also extremely confused as to how Double Trouble managed it. Including me. I don’t know how it was managed, but I do have a theory that I’m about to send to @sheblah. This does mean that she’s required to post my thing the moment she sees it. Edit: She didn’t so I have to take matters into my own hands. Here’s the post I made with it

Catra: Catra’s posts have been a lot of discourse posts, with her being wrong. You can see in the tags that she knows exactly what she’s doing and that she’s making the wrong posts to be a jerk. She and Adora used to be mutuals (no one knows how, there’s no way their blogs should have ever crossed) but Adora saw one of her discourse posts and blocked her for around a month. After that, Catra stopped trying to reconnect. Now! Catra is less of a jerk on her tumblr and posts a bunch of cute photos of her therapy animal, Melog (no one knows what species Melog is but whatever-) and reblogs a lot of stuff about therapy and anger management. One day she put up a post about how she was getting therapy, and people spammed her with congratulations. She told them that she was crying and thanked them all deeply. Sometimes people still bring up how horrible she was and she has to put out a post saying how she recognizes this and she apologizes for everything she did. She nearly never answers the hate asks. She’s getting better.

Perfuma: She has a cottagecore aesthetic account, it’s really pretty. She once made a cactus hating post and it blew up. She gets anons making fun of her for it to this day. Very annoying. Most people follow her for the discourse she participates in. It can be quiet for weeks, months even, and then she’ll find some idiot saying something dumb and will fight for, days sometimes, to set them right. It used to be Catra that she would fight with a lot. They ended up becoming enemy mutuals, following each other in order to mess up the other’s discourse post. This also meant that Perfuma was the first to see and cause change in Catra’s way of thinking and actions. Perfuma always reminds herself of the fact that she helped someone change for the better once. She’s proud.

Frosta: Is not legally allowed to be on tumblr. It’s a problem. But at the same time she just? Doesn’t seem to follow anyone at all? Sometimes people will send asks about a post that went viral, and she never seems to know anything about it. She hasn’t been affected by tumblr at all, and seems to post something, answer questions, and then log off to make her next thing. It’s... kind of strange, actually. Everyone knows she’s underage, but has no proof, so they can’t tell her to get off tumblr or anything. And if anyone asks how old she is, she gives a random number (A few favorites are “69,” “420,” “I stopped counting after the first hundred years,” “It’s a bit of a pardox actually, because in total I’m around 80, but I’ll be born in three years so... I’m -3 apparently,” “Old enough to beat you in a drinking contest,” “I’m a god, and have no beginning nor end,” and the best of them all, a video of someone being thrown into the air by a pillar of ice with the caption, “Begone thot.”) Frosta picks and chooses her battles when it comes to answering asks. No hate is ever seen on her blog and no one is sure whether it’s because she never gets it, or because she never answers it. She doesn’t get it.

Entrapta: A lot of cool videos and vlogs and experiments. After about three months of being on tumblr, someone said they had an experiment she might like, and asked if they could send an ask about it and have her try it out. After that, she made it her pinned post to say, “Taking experiment requests! Have something you want me to try out?” She’s always tinkering now, and she loves it! Someone once asked her to explain one of her videos more simply, and she did! But it was too simple, and the person who asked thought she was making fun of them. A helpful follower of Entrapta’s made a better explanation in a reblog and was seen as better, so Entrapta now lets her followers explain how they see is best! She’ll reblog it onto the main account so everyone can see. If they need help, she can always take back the reigns!

Mermista: No one is quite sure what her blog is about. There’s a lot of posts about this really obscure murder mystery book series. The ones made by the blog itself are videos of arson and mild theft. The videos are horrible quality, and no one knows what’s going on until at the very end of this three minute long vid, the camera stills, zooms in, and shows a boat on fire. It’s not on the news. Sometimes you’ll see a reblogged post that seems eerily relevant to the posts before and after. The mood the entire way through is basically just this meme

She once made a uquiz that told you what crime you committed. It is... scarily accurate. The questions had nothing to do with the answer at all. You are horrified. There was once an audio that was basically just running for three minutes with sirens in the background (the post has gone viral and people are beginning to wonder if the sirens are actually mermaid type sirens. It’s becoming more and more likely every time it’s addressed). The audio was a voice reveal. It was one word, and it just made everyone who heard it pause for a moment and sit in complete confusion and mild fear before scrolling further, because they live in the lie that perhaps if they go further, they’ll understand what’s going on. It was just, “Fire,” in the most astonished voice, and then the crackling of a flame. The blog never seems to end. After hours of scrolling, you finally reach the end, and there is and never has been context for a single thing the blog has done. You are slowly filled with dread and anticipation for the next post as you hit the follow button.

#fire tw #siren tw #She ra #shera #she ra reboot #mermista #perfuma #frosta #adora #entrapta #glimmer #bow #catra #double trouble

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marlahey · 5 years ago

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@rochey1010 going back and forth in long-winded replies seems like unnecessary effort for both of us so I hope you don’t mind another text post as I fully articulate my thoughts. as I’ve said before, you’re obviously entitled to your own opinions, but you’ve now seemed to make a lot of assumptions about me a fan/viewer/general consumer of media that I feel like I should clear up. you’ve also made some further claims about the show I’d like to pick up for discussion. If you want to speak further please feel free to respond but of course don’t feel obligated. This’ll be the last public post/reply I make and we can go back to ignoring each other in the tags!

Well i love Eliott/Lola's friendship and i have an upcoming post on that as i said in other posts. I love lola too but i'm sorry i didn't just start watching this show because lola was invented and there's a w/w love story. I've been here for seasons and carried over from OG. I have investment in eliott for personal reasons (mental health) and elu because duh. Their stories have been long running too as i said. And you don't have to be a main to set up a plot/arc. The things between them have been set up since S3 with minute par minute talk, S4 and Idriss, S5 and the cheating perspective, and now S6 and Lola friendship. That is intentional. Do you think it's a coincidence that Lucas talked about pansexuality and eliott having more choice in S5 and suddenly Eliott has a friendship with a girl. That lucas abandonment issues haven't been resolved and are now coming to the forefront because of this friendship? That max has stated that Eliott feels he can save someone from a darkness he himself went through, that eliott himself was sorta saved from the shadows by Lucas. That neils/david specifically stated that this character can help someone even though he has bipolar disorder. That with Eliott's arc there is a focus on his SKAM. That we now have new info about it serving the season. If you understand writing. These things aren't put there for fun. They are there to imply/hint/foreshadow events actions to come. That there is a character now on the show with Lola basically female eliott. Do you think these are all coincidences. This plot we are seeing has slowly been set up not just since S3 but actually heavily developed starting in S5. And that if you now go back and watch S5 you see our main players being set up for this plot e.g dasille relationship, daphne's ED, Eliott and his individuality, Elu trust/insecurity issues, Eliott's art and it tying into seasonal themes, Lola herself and her outlier persona etc. I don't know whether you are but there are many fans have migrated over from espana just for this season. But you have to understand there is a long term fanbase here that love Eliott, are invested in him and have been waiting for more of his insight. We are now getting that and we will talk about him. He's a hugely popular character as is Lucas and their love. I love both and i will talk about both. Sometimes i won't talk much About lola and talk more about eliott, sometimes i'll connect them and discuss their relationship, sometimes i'll make a post about just about lola, daphne, tiff, benny, movie references as i have. But this is my blog and i'll post what i want to post. You don't have to read any of this stuff. The tag is a big place, just scroll by. As for the theories- just theories. And in my theories i believe these characters are going to make mistakes, fail and grow e.g. lola self Destructing again but being her own hero by the end, eliott and lola being dragged down like lucas said but showing the strength of their friendship by the end, lucas being proven right but also proven wrong by the end. Like i said specific dialogue now being used is not just there to fill the script e.g. "and i have lucas. I can't lose this" "i think one of you may bring the other down" and eliott is heading for a rock bottom as is lola. Again just my thoughts. 👍

While I find it odd that you seem to be gatekeeping the skam france fan community, to be clear I have seen the entirety of three iterations: og, france, and austin. I believe I started OG during s2 or 3, and have seen Fr and Aus from the beginning. I’m not as interested in other versions as I’m very familiar with the plots/characters by now. I’m partial to france as a bilingual canadian as it’s nice to exercise that part of my brain; I’ve also studied/lived there briefly and have some very close friends from france so that amplifies my enjoyment. I’m also bisexual, so I also find this ‘only here for lola + w/w’ when you yourself admit to being emotionally invested in the show’s most dominant queer ship dichotomy very awkward. to be honest, I think many skam’s fandoms tend to fixate on the esak ship and their season. friends have seen other iterations and confirmed this for me. it happened with elu as expected so I was really unsurprised when maya was introduced and fandom immediately put a lot of their investment into shipping two characters of the same gender. nearly every fandom in general does this: teen wolf, glee, supernatural to name a few – even harry potter. I’m not really a fan of the romantic subplot in lola’s season. she is not elliot 2.0 for so many reasons; she’s her own person and she doesn’t need a romantic partner to be a compelling character with a compelling story. that being said, I liked elu’s season. I particularly love maxence’s elliot; he’s my favourite even. I was thrilled to see him onscreen however briefly after S3 every time he appeared. now he’s finally his own person outside of his relationship with lucas and I couldn’t be more pleased to see that. I’m not sure how idriss and elliot reconnecting after the attempted kiss falling out plays into lucas’ insecurity or their relationship. it’s perhaps a reminder of his bipolar disorder or the fact that he clearly had friends/relationships before lucas, but I’m not sure how it’s relevant to the season at hand. the biphobia discussion with arthur preceeding lola’s introduction as the new main is not proof that lucas’ supposed abandonment issues are founded in any way, or that he even still has them when we meet her. by insisting on it, you’re perpetuating the harmful idea that any bi or pan person will be tempted to cheat or leave (physically or emotionally) when presented with literally any person whose gender opposes their current partner. this is something that skam fr had literally left unaddressed for so long even with representation in alexia and elliot, and I was so thrilled when it finally came up. it’s very uncomfortable that you’re now using that important conversation as apparent proof that lucas will be abandoned or betrayed, inadvertently or not, by his pansexual boyfriend. I know that daphné was meant to be s6′s main and skam fr wasn’t given the rights by og’s creator. so it makes sense that she/her relationship/struggles feature heavily in her sister’s season. I’m personally thrilled cause I love her and lula is a wonderful actress. that being said, not everything is foreshadowing. not every single interaction or conversation will return to further plot or character. sometimes storylines are just resolved or dropped and awareness raised is just awareness raised. sometimes it’s wonderful and sometimes less so. I understand writing. I’m saying this as a literal former english teacher (ignoring capitalization for aesthetic lol) and assistant in film/tv post-production with an MA in media studies. “Lucas, you have nothing to worry about, it’s not like that between us.” “I know, he explained it to me.” I’m not sure how much clearer the literal show can be about this issue. spoiler or not, it’s been made abundantly clear that lola and elliot are not romantically involved. even more importantly and I’ve said this on my blog before, you’re allowed to have intimacy with someone without forcing it into a defined familial or romantic relationship. it doesn’t mean that someone’s partner should necessarily feel threatened or abandoned and says a lot more about that person’s insecurity than either individual in the friendship. we’ve also already discussed how much I dislike this turn for lucas’ character as elliot’s apparent MH saviour so it’s not worth repeating again. as for elliot saving lola, well he literally did that already. I’m not sure what you mean by lucas ‘being proven right and proven wrong’ by the end, but you’re obviously adamant that something will happen. I have also seen maxence’s interview a few times. I’ll not argue with the ‘lucas saved elliot from that shadow’ because it literally came from the actor’s mouth, but maxence doesn’t say he can save anyone else from their struggles, but help them and I think that’s a really important distinction. this whole saving idea doesn’t seem healthy at all, especially as lola and elliot grapple with their mental health. it seems like people want to see a ‘rock bottom’ (whatever that means) for them both and it makes me a little uncomfortable. addiction and MH struggles should not have to reach a breaking point in order to be considered resolved or cathartic; they don’t even have to be resolved, because they’re not a plot device. they’re a reality for so many people. the show does a good job of not romanticizing them but some of the things I see in the tag are just... yikes. as for his ‘dark’ side and the less than happy elu moments, I’d argue that maxence may have meant literally punching out what’s his face to save lola and the subsequent argument(s) with lucas, since that interview came out just before ep 4. but there’s still several eps to go so I could be totally wrong. who knows. it’s your right to theorize on your own blog of course and it’s not my intention to be mean. I’m just trying to further the discourse in a respectful way. I do feel that you may put a little too much stock in what’s literally said/seen and assuming a lot in the unseen gaps, rather than considering a broader context. to wrap up though, lucas is free to have this (however hurtful) fear, just as you’re free to believe it’ll for sure come to pass. I dread seeing either lola or elliot spiral out, but as 2020 has taught me, I very rarely get what I want lol. thank you @cakepleasee for helping me sort out my thoughts!

#skam france #skam fr #elu #lola lecomte #elliot demaury #whew this is a whole ass novel

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kryptsune · 5 years ago

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YESSSSS YES PLEASE. Sorry that was weird umm... so I was wondering. You do all this work with Undertale or Fell or things like that. Do you have any original stuff? Or like have you thought about making some of these original? Some of the ideas are incredible and don't need Undertale with them. Thats just my opinion. Love your work

🌼*GASP* I am SO happy that you asked this. Ok. The short answer to all your questions dear anon is 100% yes. I do have original stories as well. One of them is a project I have been working on for years (I just never talk about it). The second is a story loosely based on UT but all original as well. Have I thought about making some of these AU into original work? All the time. My issue is that usually when I post original work it doesn’t get feedback. I know people give a hard time to the original content so that is super discouraging. I have never really had anyone ask either. I wish people did more. Undertale is great and eventually, I want to get out from under that umbrella. I don’t know when but eventually. I have a lot of original content that I would love to be able to work on from game character designs and ideas to just novel work. If others are interested I will post some info on both of those including a university project I am working on right now called Shattered. I need people to ask though because those would be super long posts. I will give a general synopsis for the three. Infernum (horror/fantasy) Bloodswap (fantasy/UT inspired/vampire/supernatural) Shattered (High fantasy science fiction/ Japanese aesthetic/psychological)

(read below the cut!)

1. Infernum- Have you ever wondered why so many themes and ideas have spanned countless generations over the centuries? How artists and creatives almost have a kind of cloud mind? Infernum is a romp through all the fairytales, folklore, and mythology we all love but something is... wrong. These places house realms of their own, people, places, and things. Similar but different. How can one call it fake or fantastical when our own reality denies its existence? A world of the unfathomable inspiration, tangible. How can one truly call these stories fiction? (this story mostly has Alice in Wonderland Elements to it but also other fairytales as well. The image below is of one of the Lost Boys in the story.

2. Bloodswap- (this is the one based on UT) A world that appears to be set with an old-world feel very similar to the dark ages. Humans and monsters have coexisted for all time, however, not all humans are satisfied by this arrangement. Those looking to cause discourse and eliminate the monster threat for good. A human cult bent on their destruction began to harness a great power in order to show the humans what the monsters really are, beasts. A curse is placed upon them, infecting the soul and twisting their benevolent nature. They become bloodthirsty and violent but something goes horribly wrong. In their prejudice, the infection/ curse of the soul was meant only for the monsters but humans too have their souls comprised almost exactly the same so they too become infected. The monsters among the monsters gain power, ravage towns, and turn the entire world into a post-apocalyptic world where everything is a fight for survival. No one can be trusted, no one is safe.

(Old drawing of one of the main characters, Cas. Yes, he is a skele)

3. Shattered- This one is for my university course but I am thinking of expanding it more because I really like some of the concepts in it. It is a high Syfy/fantasy setting. A dystopian society deeply rooted in Japanese culture and feel. It mixes some elements of a more feudal area of Japan with high sci-fi elements. The best examples of this aesthetic would be The Hunger Games and Ghost in the Shell. A technologically almost fantasy city, Seiiki (English translation: Sanctuary) stands alone in this world. The outside world has been infested by demonic spirits and monsters.

Ones that threaten their way of life if the containment of the city were to fail. It is spread through the cities through various channels as certain sectors of the entire city support their own economies and ways of life. Seiiki is described as that of a major city but in reality, it is a large populated landmass surrounded by what appears to be an indigo and black miasma, presumably where the demon/yokai threat has originated from. The city revolves around the cleansing of the citizens and their devotion. There are specific rituals that people have to conform to in order to “keep the evil” from the city. Each person or family has an A.M.E (Automatic Mechanical Entourage). It is a robotic creature or automaton distributed as a companion. “They keep citizens safe, make their lives effortless, and Happy.” These mechanical creatures have varying looks about them. The higher up on the social ladder the more intricate and complex. They are modeled off of Japanese spirits and made to the owner's specifications. At their core, they are a security system and “companion.” Those higher in power have A.M.E that reflect Japanese Mythos and even can be family and crest specific. The current ruler in power brandishes the kitsune as their symbol which can either be the head of a fox or the 9 tails. Every morning begins the same. The people wake up to join their families for tea distributed by the leaders. Then announcements are broadcasted through the entire city usually being news of some sort, product advertisement, and entertainment. In addition, there is a government-run group that acts as a peacekeeping faction. They seem to have a clandestine background as they never show their faces. They hide behind A.M.E masks of kitsune or oni brandishing black cloaks. They are considered a kind of secret police known as The Pack.

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lord-explosion-baku · 6 years ago

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Thorns

Plot Summary:

Big changes are to come to Sir Cornelius Hollowstone’s School for the Phenomenally Gifted when the Supreme, the man with the living embodiment of magic itself, Toshinori Yagi announced his long awaited retirement. Six witches and six warlocks were to compete amongst themselves in trials to see who will be the next to reign over the the magical community as the Supreme.

Pairings: it’s complicated

Warnings: dark themes, occult themes, swearing, vulgar insinuations, sexual themes, slight bullying, one mention of suicide, drug use insinuation, just dark stuff idk uh

A/N: hi! I got this idea in my head while I was at work and I had to write it down! It’s a magic school au and like GIS, there’s a lot of pairings and it gets a little complicated. I just thought I’d post the first chapter here and then with updates the rest will be on my AO3 like I do with most of my serieses! (Serieses sounds wrong uh) but basically!!! Magical school heavily inspired by American Horror Story: Coven! If you can’t watch American Horror Stiry then I suggest that you don’t read this because it’s gonna get pretty dark and kinda spicy! It’s not a smut fic but there will be smut. Just throwin this into the void. For a better summary about what this story is gonna be about, you can check my AO3! Hizzzaaaht! (Everyone is aged up to 18 or older)

Magic exists but it’s nothing.

Magic is to casters the same way that instapots are to mortals. Magic is a cheat; a means to make everyday things easier to casters who have far too much power to exert and not enough time to brew their morning coffee. Magic is unbiased and has no laws to abide by until somebody was bound to come around and make them. Magic can open your car door when you’ve locked your keys on the inside but magic can’t force people to fall in love and it can’t bring people back to life. So it’s nothing.

Or so you thought.

Magic was nothing until you learned that magic is everything.

You were a third year at Sir Cornelius Hollowstone’s School For The Phenomenally Gifted, aptly and absurdly named after a famous warlock who hailed as Supreme three hundred long years ago, who once settled the war between casters and the demons in the underworld by slicing his entire right arm off and feeding it to a hungry hell pit. This would actually be your second year attending Hollowstone since the all girls academy you previously attended in your first year was shut down due to poor funding and the plague of talking rodents that infiltrated the school grounds who had demands that no caster was willing to meet. The current Supreme, the man with the living embodiment of magic itself, Toshinori Yagi, was all too willing to flex his power and rule that the boys and girls academies would be merged in hopes of bringing the magical community closer together. However, if anything, that just made everyone all the more competitive.

Witches and Warlocks did not agree on a lot of things and part of the reason for that was because there hadn’t been a witch reigning as Supreme in almost four hundred years, half because one warlock Supreme from the past lived to be over two hundred years old and half because the witches just gave up as a whole.

There was a power imbalance in the community as well that was very obviously misogynistic in its own right. When the time came for a Supreme to retire, both witches and warlocks were to compete amongst their selective gender for the titles of High Priestess and High Priest. After the two champions are chosen, they must compete against one another to see who will be ascending as the next Supreme. Many odd years ago, a warlock Supreme made the preposterous law that when the High Priest champion became the Supreme, the High Priestess champion would be forced to marry him. He made it law on the grounds that he had fallen deeply in love with his champion counterpart, Harleen Blackwater, who did not reciprocate his feelings. Upon hearing the terrible news that she was to wed the Supreme, she exhausted the dauntless task of taking her own life, resulting in the tradition of High Priestesses ending themselves when they did not become the next Supreme, as one last hail to Lady Blackwater. Of course, that wasn’t mandatory. The tradition was never set in stone but when it did happen, it wasn’t something that the community would bat an eyelash at. It just be like that sometimes.

The school year was starting out with an excited frenzy, much to your annoyance, because Yagi had just announced his retirement which meant the trials for the champions were about to begin. Six third year witches and six third year warlocks were to be selected to compete for their champion titles and that was all anybody could talk about. You, on the other hand, didn’t care for the trials, rather, you wished you didn’t. Of course, big changes like this piqued anybody’s interest but you were a cynical witch and a mundane one at that. You were called a T.Di witch, which stood for Telekinesis and Divination. Mortals would think “oh wow, telekinesis! That’s super OP!” but it wasn’t. Not in your world. Telekinesis was the most versatile of the seven affinities and though, when used correctly, it could be very powerful, more often than not, it was only used to float objects to lazy casters. Everyone had telekinesis. To put it simply, you weren’t special. Your other affinity, divination, was looked down upon in your community. Divination: the ability to obtain direct knowledge of an object, person, location, or physical event through a relating energy. Basically if someone needed something to be found, you suddenly became their best friend until you helped them with their lost item and then you’d get tossed back into Loser Village, population: you and Izuku Midoriya.

Most third years already had two of the seven affinities, those seven affinities, the seven divine powers granted to casters, being telekinesis, pyromancy, divination, transmutation, decensum, vitalum vitalus, and concilium. Poor Izuku Midoriya was just a T warlock; he could only use telekinesis and, on top of that, he still had to use a wand. Wands were given to first years so they could get a better grip on channeling their magic. After understanding the basic fundamentals of magic, second years learn to wield their power with their hands and by the end of the of the year, all students should have a better grasp on it. Midoriya was still a ways behind. You felt sorry for him but at least he was pretty decent at memorizing spells. As the two of you were each other’s only semi-casual friends, you helped each other out a lot. He was quite intelligent so he was your encyclopedia and since he was always losing things, you were his finder’s eye.

So you knew that the trials had absolutely nothing to do with you. You hoped whoever was to become the next High Priest and Priestess were two casters that were interested in changing the law a bit but it would most likely be two students who’d already been royal assholes to you. Still, you’d probably end up watching some of the trials, particularly the trials involving memorization or wit but other than that, you’d stay away from the discourse.

You spent most of your time in the herbology room, which was where you were now, since it was the classroom nobody could really use magic to excel in unless one had chlorokinesis like Ibara Shiozaki. You liked tending to the plants. They didn’t care if you were a T.Di witch nor did they talk down to you. They only showed you their appreciation by blooming for you after you’d fed them all your tender love and care.

You were lucky enough to aide for Professor Aizawa’s Herbology 1 class, which proceeded into his Herbology 2 class that you were taking straight afterwards. After taking his Herbology 1 and Potions 2 classes the previous year, he had quickly become your favorite professor at Hollowstone and you, hopefully, had become his favorite student. When the class you aided for ended and it was passing period, Aizawa would ask you for answers to problems he already knew the solutions to, just to humor you and test your knowledge— a fun game that you appreciated.

“A warlock has been struck with a hex that has caused him to convulse and vomit uncontrollably. He’s lost all his teeth in the process. Would you use hawthorn, licorice, or juniper to wean him away from his ailments?”

You stopped tapping your pen on the lab bench you were sitting on and brought it to your lips, eyeing your teacher to see if he was giving you some sort of tell, but Aizawa’s expression was as unreadable as ever.

“Is he suffering from any other kinds of symptoms? How is his heart?”

“Same as it was before the hex and he has no other symptoms aside from the ones I’ve listed.”

“Alright then, that’s easy! Juniper!”

In response, Aizawa quirked a brow, signaling that he needed more than just a simple answer. There was always a catch with him.

“Juniper and…” one steady tap of the pen on your lips brought the answer to your head, “yarrow!”

Aizawa reached out, grabbed the pen away from your lips and placed it next to you on the bench, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “Go on.”

You pulled down on your school skirt, always needing to fidget with something when you had to concentrate. Aizawa rolled his eyes and you jokingly scowled back him.

“I would use the juniper and mix it with crushed yarrow. No-! I’d cut the juniper and fuse it with yarrow extract, then that together and give it to the warlock. Then maybe to relax his muscle spasms, I’d have him smoke some lavender because... I’m nice.”

Aizawa clicked his tongue and took your pen from the bench. “Clever witch,” he said, opening his notebook to scribble in it.

“What! That was noteworthy?” You said with a little more excitement than you wanted to show him. If anything, you didn’t want to be a loner and a teacher’s pet but getting Aizawa’s approval was something special to you.

“It was. I would’ve crushed the juniper and something with the same properties as yarrow together and brewed that together but letting the juniper soak in yarrow is close to genius. And I probably wouldn’t have even thought about bringing lavender into the equation. I’m impressed.”

“I carry around dried lavender anyways and I’m always trying to think about what I can use it with,” you grinned sheepishly, trying to hide how thrilled you were at receiving his praise.

“You know, I’m a little disappointed in you.”

You frowned. “I don’t smoke the lavender myself. I just carry it around with me.”

He chuckled. “That’s not why I’m disappointed�� why aren’t you taking my potions class this year?”

“Oh…” If you were being honest, you didn’t dislike potions but the students that were going to be taking the class were a whole lot of people you wanted to avoid. Getting bullied at an all girls academy was one thing but now that you had witches and warlocks laughing at the T.Di witch, it was a little overbearing. “I had to choose between aiding and potions and… I don’t know. I guess I really like plants.”

“There are plants in my potions class.”

“Yeah.” And other really gifted casters but you didn’t want him to know how insecure you were.

“Hmph,” he closed his notebook and eyed your school bag that was draped across the chair you were supposed to be sitting on. “So you carry dried lavender around?”

“Mhmm…” your face began to flush.

“And you don’t smoke it?”

“Ha?” Your breath caught in your throat. In the witching world, there weren’t a whole lot things you could get in trouble for but you’d consumed enough mortal media to have a slight fear of getting in trouble with authoritative figures for your recreational activities. “I mean, maybe if I’ve been a bit stressed out.”

“Huh. I wouldn’t have guessed. Do you mix it with anything?”

“Professor!” Your face grew hot and the tie around your neck felt too constricting. You knew that you weren’t in any kind of trouble but you couldn’t keep your stomach from forming nervous knots.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, I really am just curious about you,” he grinned, amused at your obvious fluster. “So, you have some on you?”

You looked at your teacher and sighed. To hell with it. Reaching over, you grabbed your bag from off your chair and shook the little pouch you kept your treasure in. “If you want some, you’re gonna have to tell me what you’re going to use it for.”

“You might find it hard to believe but a teacher’s life is far more stressful than a student’s. I have… ways of destressing but a little added lavender could be quite beneficial,” he took the pouch from you. “How much can I take?”

“You can have it. I’ve got some growing in the makeshift greenhouse outside my dorm. It’ll be ready for me to clip any day now.”

He looked at you with surprised amusement. “During Autumn?”

“Well,” you smirked, “I am a clever witch.”

“That you are.” Aizawa thanked you and pocketed your pouch. At that moment, the chimes from the bell tower sounded the end of passing period and the beginning of class; a short eerie jingle you still hadn’t gotten used to even after a year.

“Big surprise,” Aizawa sighed, “everyone’s late.”

“They’re excited,” you said pointedly.

“And you’re not?”

You shrugged. You were just thankful that your last school year had something that would keep everyone else occupied.

“Alright,” he tapped your bare knee, surprising you, “get your ass off of my bench before my students think that’s okay too.”

“My ass?” You laughed, hopping down from the table. “I’m your student too, Professor Aizawa.”

He started walking towards his desk. “Then you should know that I have strict rules for my classroom. No ifs, ands, or…”

“Butts?” You offered.

He grinned and snapped his fingers, conjuring signs to sit atop all of the greenhouse benches that read ‘NO “BUTTS!”’ You stifled a snort as your classmates began shuffling into the greenhouse.

Speaking of the the recreational use of certain herbs, in walked Hanta Sero and Denki Kaminari with two big stupid grins hanging off their faces. You already felt your shoulders begin to tense as Kaminari approached you.

“Hey, tiddy witch!” He tapped you on your back but you kept your head down, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at the horrible nickname. It had been an accident on Kaminari’s part last year when he read off a list of students in your charms class and when it came to your name, he read ‘T.Di’ as ‘tiddy’. Once he saw everyone laugh at his mistake, it was all over for you and the name stuck. You weren’t sure if he knew or even cared that the nickname bothered the hell out of you. “How’s it going?”

“Fine.” You pulled your notebook out of your bag and flipped it open to the next empty page, trying to make a point that you wanted to focus on your work.

“Just fine?” You could hear the smile in his voice as he sat on the chair next to you with Sero joining him. It was a shame that Aizawa didn’t have assigned seating in this classroom. “But we’re here!”

“Uh-huh,” you began scribbling down unimportant words so it looked like you were busy but you could still feel Kaminari’s eyes on you. Finally your gaze met his. “What do you want, Kaminari?”

“I need help finding something!” His golden eyes shined while his grin widened and Sero hit his shoulder.

“Dude, don’t,” Sero said, though he covered his mouth to hide his smile.

Kaminari looked back at Sero and snickered and turned his attention back on you. “Can you help me find it?”

Your eyes narrowed. Your brain screamed, ‘shenanigans!’ but a small part of you wanted to help; the small part of you that wished to be well liked. Against your better judgement, you asked, “what is it?”

“I can’t really say what it is but I can describe it to you!”

...That was the kind of challenge that you liked to indulge in. You sighed and said, “okay. Do you have anything on you that’s related to whatever it is you’re looking for?”

“Errmmm, yes and no… maybe you can just hold my hand while I tell you about it?” He rested his hand palm-up on the table.

Your eyes flicked over to Sero whose head was buried in his arms on the bench, shaking with hidden laughter. Suspicious, you took his hand. “Alright, shoot.”

Sero let out a snort and Kaminari snickered with him. “Cool. Cool cool. Uhhh, okay… how to describe it... Well, it’s big.”

“Okay, big,” you noted, closing your eyes to allow your mind to swim through the nether. A spiral of large objects made their way past your consciousness while you started your search for Kaminari.

“And it makes me happy?”

“Happy,” you whispered, barely even able to hear the chuckles anymore. You were focused.

“It can make you happy too… especially if we were both using it.”

“Mmhmmm,” your mind took you to the greenhouse outside of your dorms and swam over to a secret trampoline that was hiding deep inside the eastern gardens of the schoolyard. From what you could tell by holding his hand, Kaminari didn’t have any idea about either of those things. “What does it look like?”

“Well,” Kaminari’s voice bounced around in your head, “it carries blood… a part of it resembles a mushroom… there’s a long, throbbing vein that runs along the underside…”

Your eyes shot open and you quickly pulled your hand away from his. You saw exactly what he was referring to and it wasn’t lost at all. In fact, it was attached to his stupid fucking body! Fuck!

“Did you find it?” Kaminari gave you a toothy grin, Sero still hunched over beside him, shaking and lost in a fit of laughter.

“No!” You spat in a hushed tone. What an incredibly vulgar joke! Wasn’t that considered sexual harassment?! Judging by the look on his face, it didn’t seem like Kaminari cared. Boys were so dumb! “I’m sorry, Kaminari, I can’t help you. It turns out, whatever you’re looking for is a little too small for me to detect!”

Sero hooted, banging his hand on the table. “She totally saw it!”

Kaminari’s smile faltered only slightly. “It’s not small, I measured it last week! It’s slightly above average!” He let out an embarrassed laugh, “you’re so cruel, tiddy witch!”

You scoffed. You weren’t cruel, he was. He might as well had dropped his slacks and flashed you! At least then everyone else would be traumatized along with you. You turned away from him and snarled, “are you done?”

Kaminari was silent for a short moment. For a second you thought that he’d finished his teasing but then he waved his hand out in front of your face. “Hey,” he whispered, “hey, are you mad?”

You ignored him and leaned closer to your desk, trying to pay attention to Aizawa’s lecture but Kaminari wasn’t having it.

“Shit,” he scooted closer to you, “wait, I’m really sorry I’ve upset you… hey… tiddy witch…?”

When you didn’t pay him any mind he teleported himself onto the other chair next to you. Kaminari was a T.Tr warlock, meaning that he already had the affinities for telekinesis and transmutation. Transmutation was simply the power to move from one location to another without occupying the spaces in between, or, in other words, teleportation. Popping up out of nowhere was just one more thing to add to the list of Kaminari’s annoying qualities. “Please don’t be mad at me!”

Aizawa stopped talking about the different properties of several disintegrating herbs and glanced at your bench, scowling at Kaminari. “Is there a problem?” He looked from Kaminari to you and silence followed. “What could possibly be so important that you need to interrupt my lecture?”

“Nothing, Professor,” the two of you said in unison. As much as Kaminari bugged you, you weren’t about to be a rat— a poor ‘woe is me, life is a nightmare, nobody is nice to me’ kid. At least, not out loud and definitely not in front of Aizawa.

Not believing either of you, Aizawa scanned the room until his eyes landed on Shiozaki, who was on the other side of the greenhouse poking at some tomato berries.

“Mr. Kaminari, switch places with Miss Shiozaki.”

In an instant, Kaminari zapped himself over by Shiozaki and said something as preposterously stupid as “hey there, sweet thang,” only to have Shiozaki toss her gorgeously thick, vine-like hair over her shoulder, stick her nose up in the air, and walk across the room. She offered you a curt smile before taking her seat between you and Sero. You liked Shiozaki. Having the power of chlorokinesis easily placed her at the top of this class with you as a close second, so you were a tad envious of her abilities but it was the kind of jealousy that drove you to do better everyday. She knew about your one-sided rivalry and even though she wasn’t competitive by nature, she’d humor you by glancing over at your work from time to time to make sure she stayed ahead of you.

You tried to relax and focus on Aizawa’s discussion about how magically charged valerian root could knock a person out with a simple whiff if aged and acutely diced but you kept feeling Kaminari’s eyes on you. After you had gotten used to it, a folded note fluttered its way to your bench. You glanced back at Kaminari who had the same damn stupid grin plastered on his face.

The note read, ‘I really am sorry! Let me make it up to you by taking you to the Cherry Moon Ceremony!’ signed with a hastily-scribbled little heart.

You nearly gagged.

Hell would freeze over before you let Denki Kaminari escort you anywhere and the world would explode before you even thought about going to the Cherry Moon Ceremony! The witching community had some sort of festival for all holidays and every full moon. The Cherry Moon occurred on the first full moon of September. It involved everyone getting very close to nude, if not completely naked, and engaging in many lewd activities, often regarding a virgin or two. Casters were an open minded people and it wasn’t that you weren’t open minded but having been raised with a caster as a mother and a mortal as a father, you were probably one of the more conservative witches around and that was saying something considering how liberal your father was while he was alive. You wouldn’t call yourself a prude, though you haven’t done anything that says otherwise, but being scantily clad in front of your classmates as well as some teachers just did not sound like a fantastic time to you. But Kaminari didn’t have to know that. Kaminari didn’t deserve to know that the thought of going out with him to an event like that flustered you beyond belief. So instead of explaining yourself to him, you turned back to him and mouthed, ‘you don’t even know my name!’

Kaminari pouted at you before whispering to get Sero’s attention. Once Sero turned to him, Kaminari pointed at you and mouthed, ‘what’s her name?!’

Sero chuckled and turned back to face Aizawa, muttering, “like hell I’m telling him.”

You leaned in and whispered over Shiozaki, “do you even know my name?”

Sero offered up a half grin and tapped his pointer finger on his temple. Right. Like Kaminari, Hanta Sero was a T.Tr warlock but he was already gifted with powers outside of the seven affinities. He was clairevoyant; a telepath. He could read people’s thoughts as well as project thoughts into other people’s minds if he wanted to. That sort of explained why he seemed more empathetic than everyone else, though, if you were in his position and you knew what was going on in the poor T.Di witch’s head, you wouldn’t let your friends make so many jokes at her expense. Other than that, Sero was an alright guy but it was easy to forget that he was a strong caster since he spends so much of his time with imbeciles like Kaminari.

Sero snickered… did he hear that?!

“Now,” Aizawa’s stern voice interrupted your train of thought, “since the lot of you were late to my class, how about a pop quiz?”

The class groaned when dozens of flower pots appeared on the benches. Every pot held the same desperate and ugly plant that looked like they used to have flowers. It hurt your heart in a way.

“If you can return some of the plant’s chlorophyll, demonstrating a freshly green hue, you’ll pass. If you can get the flower to bloom again, you’ll get an A. If you’re unable to complete either of those tasks, it’s an automatic fail. Begin.”

Quickly, you got to focusing on your plant. You knew immediately that it was of the asteraceae family. When the plant was in better shape, it seemed like seedlings had dropped down into the pot. That could’ve been the cause of its diminished state, if not from being completely neglected by Aizawa. You grinned. Flower killer Aizawa.

Tenderly, you pinch the stem and tentatively traced the poor thing. You felt your energy surge through you and as your fingers caressed your flora friend, the green hue trailed along with your touch. Reaching an old bud of the plant, your fingers grew warm as the flower began to change and warp underneath them. The corolla started to form and in an instant a gorgeous pink chrysanthemum bloomed and blushed for you.

You let out a long, squeaky yawn. Making the chrysanthemum bloom must’ve drained a lot more of your energy than you thought it would… either that or you could have had a heartier breakfast that morning. You were pleased to see Shiozaki concentrated on her flower, desperately stroking its withered stem with no success and, taking a quick glance around the room, you saw that nobody else had gotten anywhere further; one witch had actually set her pot on fire! T.Py casters.

“If you hadn’t noticed, the plant is dead. And dead means dead. There’s nothing anyone could’ve done to make these flowers bloom. So,” Aizawa’s lips twitched up into that funny grin he did whenever he pulled a past one on his student’s, “you all fail.”

That warranted another groan from the class. You furrowed your brow. Your plant was very much alive. You didn’t fail. You did another once over of the entire room. You were the only student with a flower in full bloom in front of you.

“Now I do curve your grades and since I’m positive that everyone has failed, this quiz doesn’t matter. But you’ve learned a very important life lesson. Which is…?” A pregnant pause from the room lead to Aizawa pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers in frustration. “Dead means…?”

“Dead!” Yelled one warlock from the back of the greenhouse. A wave of unenthusiastic “dead”’s followed.

“Tiddy witch’s plant isn’t dead!” Chimed in Kaminari, who, for some reason, still had eyes on you.

Aizawa froze. Slowly he turned to you. From the head of your bench, his eyes twitched down to your pot. “What?”

Finally, some good old fashioned recognition.

He walked over to behind your chair and leaned over you. He was so close that you could smell him; he had on a nice earthy blend with a hint of coffee. You tilted your head away from him. Liking your teacher’s scent was probably a bad thing. Morally gray, at least to mortals… probably.

“It appears you’ve completed the assignment,” he said in a low, hushed tone.

“This was rigged,” shouted a student. “It’s ‘cause she was the only one who wasn’t late! That’s favoritism!”

It wasn’t beyond Aizawa to pull something like that over to make a point to his lagging students but he looked awestruck. But it wasn’t a huge deal… you just healed a plant.

Aizawa cleared his throat and, not taking his eyes away from your pot, he asked, “each of these plants are exact copies of themselves. How did you do this?”

“I don’t know. I just,” another yawn escaped you and you hoped it didn’t look like you were bored or even smug with yourself, “I just did it.”

Aizawa examined your flower very closely. He brought his thumb to the steam and steadily traced your plant upwards, fingering the leaves. When he got to your ever-delighted Chrysanthemum petals, he tapped lightly on them, making some of the petals drop and flutter down gracefully on to your bench before they shriveled up back to their previous state. Aizawa clicked his tongue. He looked you straight in the eye. You held your breath. You were proud of yourself but you were sure you were about to get dragged behind your back again if Aizawa said something about you being a clever witch in front of everyone else… though hearing it again wouldn’t be so bad.

“You get a 90%. The rest of the class gets 50.”

You felt the room grow heavy. In Aizawa’s Herbology class, a 50 out of 90 was still passing but hardly. Most students took this class because they thought it was going to be an easy pass like his Herbology 1 class, so this wasn’t fun news to anybody.

There was salty energy in the air for the rest of the period but other than that, you and your chrysanthemum flower were forgotten about. When class ended, Aizawa instructed you to take the pot with you and take notes on any sudden developments your plant my form. “A pet project,” he called your task. “Take good care of it for me, okay?”

Despite your likeability plummeting after the incident, you were excited for your project. Your mind whirled with ideas on what to do with your assignment; what to do with the plant that wasn't supposed to heal. You didn’t want to disappoint Aizawa. You were, at least to him, a clever witch.

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"Take Me Or Leave Me" - Chapter 1: A Decision to make

Summary: “Take Me Or Leave Me”(from “Rent” soundtrack), Logince, human au - Roman and Logan could not be happier on their wedding day. Except, Roman flirts too much and not even on their day of romance can he hold it. The two get into an argument as everyone watches.

Will Roman fight for their marriage or flight? (multiple endings)

ao3: 1 / 2 (angst) / 3 (comfort) // all. Tumblr: 1 / 2 / 3.

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Logan narrowed his eyes as he saw Roman offer the barkeeper a hand, the two already lightheartedly joking as the latter handed him a drink and spilled a bit. The nerd bit down onto his bottom lip, the bruised skin throbbing and turning from a faint pink into a more prominent and darker shade. He has had enough of the charmer he was dating, of him making his blood boil and palms sweat. It felt as if his heart was the only thing racing in this relationship and it seemed driven by the fear of being replaced, of not being good enough for the confident and painfully flirtatious actor.

Without realising that he had already stepped forward to the two handsome man who were having too much of a good time with their charismatic chuckles and light touches. Those touches were coming from Roman and Logan had a difficult time acknowledging it once more. The thespian would never be satisfied with him only, would he?

Slam!

Logan’s slender, pale arm, covered in a navy blue sleeve of his button up dress shirt slid over to Roman’s hand that held the drink eagerly. He gripped his wrist and pulled him closer.

“What do you think you are doing”, he hissed.

He could not bring himself to have more patience. It was not the first time. It had been various occasions before and this time it was just the top of it all. If Roman was good at one thing, then it was melodrama and topping himself again and again. Logan did not know how he was still surprised but it left a deep cleft within him and it felt as if Roman’s flirtatious eyes glancing at yet another person just bore daggers through his heart and it squeezed him in anguish.

Logan wrapped his slender fingers over Roman’s warm wrist. Even their skin tones were so different. Roman was tanned, seemed bronze and their body temperature contrasted like a sudden clash. It was an icy force shocking through Roman’s veins as the abandoned finger pads tapped onto the inside of his wrist and made him shift his attention. The source of pure charisma seemed oblivious as always and simply downplayed the whole incident, making Logan swallow down his emotions. A jingly laugh rattled the jealous pit in his stomach and he felt a sudden wave of nausea and bile biting into him as the warm green of his now-husband’s curious orbs dove into the distraught storm of his steel blue orbs.

They were not valid. There was no reason, no cause and no justification for him to feel like this, to be this jealous and demanding, right?

But damn, this was their wedding! Could he not be a little more decent and maybe flirt with him instead? Would he ever be happy with Logan only or was the latter damned to be the second in place, the warm, safe spot in bed that Roman would be happily accepted back in no matter the escapades previously.

Roman’s lips twitched from a playful smirk into a slight scowl. It felt as if the sunshine was blocked by a rainy cloud that demanded to dominate the weather now instead and started darkening the sky by covering the sun and isolating it for itself.

Logan wanted to go back, wanted to have a dance with his handsome man on supposedly their most fanciful and happy day in their lives but instead, he was standing in front of Roman whose mood seemed to sour as he put down his drink, his white button-up wrinkling up like his nose as if curling in disgust. But he was trapped in this situation and he was sick of swallowing down his feelings, letting the other trample on his freedom and his expression because he did not take him serious. Logan deserved as much.

He returned the scowl and pushed the hand away, out of reach of the barkeeper and the man got the hint, quickly inching away.

“Can’t you keep it to a limit, once? Just show me some decency on our wedding day. This ceremony and venue is so fanciful for your sake and you cannot even appreciate it for a few minutes? We got wedded minutes ago, Roman!”

The thespian sighed and freed his wrist with a sudden jerk of his hand and he pushed himself from the counter he was leaning against during his conversation. His casual and comfortable posture changed as he straightened and his shoulders seemed to bulk up. Logan could not have cared less as the burning fire in his pit did away with the gutting tug within him and the roaring nausea. He just wanted to have peace and not be betrayed in his deepest trust that he foolishly put into someone who did not appreciate it, did not appreciate him.

Roman stepped away and cleared his throat as the calm curiosity in his eyes compiled into a fierce fury of defiance. The green seemed to swirl into a compromised forest green

“Every single day, I walk down the street I hear people say “Baby,” so sweet Ever since puberty everybody stares at me! Boys, girls, I can’t help it, baby!“

The wholesome, engulfing voice of Roman’s singing caught Logan and seemed to steal his breath once more. It felt as if these sounds rendered him defenseless as he suddenly felt all his anger vanish. His body seemed empty and the sweet temptation of giving in, forgiving him, swayed him and made him go weak in his knees. But he refused.

As Roman inched closer, attempting to engulf him in a hug with his apologetic yes shallow arms, he backed away and let the thespian grab the air as he turned on his heel to face his prey. Feisty as always.

’‘So be kind, and don’t lose your mind: just remember that I’m your baby!”

Logan shook his head, clenching his fist as the last sentence, the last word in particular drove his rage back, this time more like him and his character. It was calculated and calm, it was direct and queerforward just as he believed his character to be.

“Take me for what I am”. he demanded and Roman started moving around him, twirling lazily around him as he circled the nerd. The red vest hugged his torso as his body danced around the room as if he tried to distract Logan from the issue by showing off his body and qualities. He was a win for Logan.

“Take me for what I am”, he purred as he lifted Logan’s chin despite Roman being about an inch smaller than his usually stoic and composed husband. He graced the pale and cool skin of his face as he stroke the chin with his caramel fingers, movements smoother than pooling honey as the words dripped from his lips like the sweetness that wanted to convince Logan, coax him into moving along to Roman’s pace.

“Who I was meant to be~ And if you give a damn, take me baby, or leave me”

Logan’s eyes widened, the calm steel suddenly filled with a darkening realisation as Roman sang the part into his face. Was it just him or did the room suddenly become cold and frozen? He stepped from his husband’s poisonous temptation once more, fighting how much his body seemed to want him,

“A tiger in a cage can never see the sun- This diva needs her stage baby, let’s have fun! You are the one I choose. Folks would kill to fill your shoes. You love the lime light too now, baby. So be mine and don’t waste my time, cryin’ "Oh honey bear are you still my, my, my baby?” “

Roman jumped onto the stage, grabbing a microphone as he started singing. The wedding guests started looking around in confusion, some staring at Logan for an explanation. His family stared at him and he could feel the dreading look in Patton’s concerned eyes that were just as blue as his but in such a different way.

The nerd adjusted his glasses.

This game could be played by two and he was done with Roman putting on solo shows, no matter how nice his affection was. It was time to really stand up to him and not back down with a compromise this time. For the sake of himself, the lawyer needed to be just as professional and persistent as he tended to be in court.

This was his turn now and he would write the rules.

He grabbed a headset from the band and joined his husband on the stage. Maybe this would be their last performance together but that did not count now, it did not matter because right now, Logan was fighting for himself and his validity that he had struggled with all along.

As Patton and Emile had taught him, it was important to put himself first and recognise his emotions as justified and important. He would finally stop backing down on this subject and instead insist.

’'No way, can I be what I’m not. But hey, don’t you want your man hot? Oh, don’t fight, don’t loose your head ‘cause every night who’s in your bed?’

That was it.

Logan clicked his headset’s microphone to ’'on” and stepped to Roman’s field of sight who had previously focused on the audience rather than his own husband he wanted to address in the first place. Was he even talking to him? Roman’s usual grin of self-assurance and superiority tried hard to convince the others of the feelings he was supposed to feel to match his words but Logan was having none of it and he started his part of the discourse.

“It won’t work. I look before I leap, I love margins and discipline. I make list in my sleep, baby~ What’s my sin?”

It was his turn to lean and he made sure to actually reach out to the other as he sung and took Roman’s hands. He let their fingers intertwine and the soft smile of Roman returned, taking over his lips and softening the narrow persistence on his face. Logan moved in, leaning down and dipping the other as he arched his back with perfect precision as if he had measured and exercised this very move for years just to perform it in this context. He saw a pink dust cover Roman’s cheeks, the tanned skin turning a traitorous rosè shade as Logan held him close. Maybe the thespian should value him more, should make amends and actually be grateful for being capable of actually impressing a solemn and stoic mystery such as Logan. It was a fleeting thought but it held on long enough for Roman to admit that he was more serious about their relationship than it seemed.

“Never quit, I follow through”, Logan continued and suddenly Roman was back to his feet but in his mind, he was still swept off by the mesmerising blue storm in his husband’s eyes, by the mix of gentleness and fierceness in these bold yet graceful movement. A twirl made him rotate around his own axis like the earth he was and he ended up catching his movements by arranging his feet in a stable position on the ground. He had arrived at the end of Logan’s slender arms, their fingers intertwined still but it was the only connection their shared.

“I hate mess but I love you. What do with my impromptu baby?”

Logan’s voice resonated within him and something stirred in him, a familiar but at the same time all too dreaded feeling bubbled up inside of him and as much as he wanted to be back against Logan’s chest, he also wanted to run from him, run for his life and pride because this was all he had.

“So be wise, 'cause this man satisfies”, Logan continued and Roman needed to face that he was still struck in his state of breathlessness after the dance and the sudden bold words. The refreshing change seemed to revitalise his attraction to the usually composed man whose grip was all to keep him in the dream-like state of their .. argument? Right, they were still arguing, somehow.

“You’ve got a prize so don’t compromise: You’re one lucky baby”

Roman nodded carefully, his voice stuck in his voice and his realisation clawing at the back of his throat as every word of explanation died on his tongue and left the bitter after taste of knowing that he had messed up big time and he started understanding why.

Logan’s fingers slipped from him and the nerd stepped back once more, increasing their distance and it felt like a slap to his handsome face as reality pulled him from his thought. His lips were slightly parted but Logan had been more than right with his assumption and this sight was the desired empirical evidence the slender man enjoyed so much.

“Take me for what I am”, Logan demanded, the singing sound of his voice fading as his words slipped into Roman’s blood stream like a deafening numbness that spread within him. It felt like pure anaesthetics and the tingling excitement of Logan’s confidence and his own adoration of it betrayed him.

The prince owed his husband a decision. It was cowardice or courage, fight or flight. It was all he had avoided before.

He regained his composure and straightened his back as he locked their eyes together, his green eyes shining in sincerity. A sudden emotion flashed over him like a quick lightening and it brought Logan’s attention to him as he twisted the ends of his lips into a weak smile before falling back into a helpless expression.

It was now or never.

How would he decide?

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snailythefan · 6 years ago

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I WENT AND FUSED MY TWO HYPERFIXATIONS BCUS NO ONE WAS THERE TO STOP ME-

Presenting, my personal take on Matsustuck: They’re all trolls but also it’s the musical matsu set

i made more things for this au but for now let’s leave this as Part 1 and if u don’t mind reading my ramblings go under the read more

[cracks my knuckles] alright let’s go:

- i know i’m not the first one to make a homestuck au but u know what, i still wanted to give my take on it. It also means i take some liberties lol

- The setting of this au is straight up the same as the friendsims except Totoko is the ruling heiress in place

- their horns are a reference to the fawn set

- despite being in different levels of the hemospectrum, they’re all still losers

Orrson:

He’s a burgundy blood, but he can’t communicate with the deceased.

instead he has Protagonist powers. no one understands what the hell that means, but he can take the helm of the narrative if he wants to, to varying results.

Weapon of choice is a trident (like a devil, get it?)

head over heels for Totoko, thinks that he’d have a chance with her if the caste system wasn’t such bullshit (yeah right)

part of the rebellion, but you’d never know cause he barely does anything to show his support. No, it’s not him being secretive. He’s just lazy.

has a red panda lusus

Kharla:

He’s a cerulean blood, but lacks any cool psychic powers or mismatched looks

he thinks the caste system is too barbaric but is too much of a wimp to say anything about it (and is lowkey glad he has it better than others)

he’s a total music snob. feels obligated to enlighten everyone with obscure musical trivia and is adamant about Vinyls being the only Acceptable way to experience the classics. He has an impressive collection of them! No, you can’t touch them.

hopeless romantic. can someone PLEASE fill his quadrants.

and the Worst Possible Thing…..! he’s a theater kid

Weapon of choice is a Sword (like a knight!)

has a tiger lusus

Charly:

He’s an oliveblood, but he seems to be far wimpier than others of the same caste.

he’s a nerd, he genuinely enjoys gaining knowledge about all possible subjects, but he has a superiority complex about it.

He wants to be known as the perfect intellectual and has a blog dedicated to Culture, Politics and (wait for it) Discourse. In reality he’s very bad at making arguments and tends to straight up lie to win online discussions. So far he hasn’t won any of them.

and boy does he love idols. his (secret) chittr is a stan account for many, many troll idols. Once he got a reply from one of his faves and He’s Still Thinking About It.

he holds a grudge against Orrson ever since The Incident. Now they’re former moirails. He won’t admit it but he misses those days. Nowadays one might think he wants to be Orrson’s kismesis but that couldn’t be more Wrong.

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his weapon of choice is a Giant Key. yeah babey, just a giant key like some kind of kh reference (but it’s just like the mage choro unit)

has a sheep lusus

Itchhy:

He’s a purple blood, but he really, really, doesn’t get anything about clown church. Why is he even here, he just wants to go pet some purrbeasts and sleep.

He’s not even that bloodthirsty (apparently).

prefers to indulge on obscure interests like Troll Witchcraft and Depressing Novels about the nature of trollkind, not to mention Horror Films and DarkWave music. Not that he’d ever tell anyone about this though (except his moirail, Juiicy).

has blocked Kharla in all of his accounts. He Knows What He Did.

weapon of choice is a Machete (like Jason!Ichi)

has a three headed cat purrbeast lusus (like hades!Ichi)

Juiicy:

He’s a gold blood, but has zero hacking abilities and only one pair of horns.

Instead he has a great passion for films, specifically sci-film films and their VFX! He makes bad homemade movies trying to hone his VFX skills.

Aliens aren’t real but He Wants To Believe.

He has too much energy, quite literally, so he tends to have random outbursts of psionic energy that leaves him drained afterwards. Some of these outbursts are painful for him, so to spend his energy he practices Lethal Clubball (baseball?) A Lot.

To his delight, he and Itchhy found that some good ol’ Shoosh Paps can stop his psionic outbursts on time before he gets drained.

Juiicy loves…. Itchhy!!! Juiicy loves…. Clubball!!! Juiicy loves….. REVOLUTION.

weapon of choice is a big spiked bat (like delinquent!Jyushi)

Has a Giant and Scary dog barkbeast lusus (like inugami!Jyushi)

Toddhu:

He’s a fuchsia blood…. except Not Really. His blood isn’t 100% Pure Fuchsia tone, and thus he lacks any privilege/powers/responsibilities that comes with the caste. He’s still a seadweller though, so he thinks he’s better than any landweller….

Except he lives on land AND on the burgundy district, because he knows he might get culled by Totoko. He lays low but fantasizes about living it up as The Real Prince He Was Meant To Be All Along (he gets infinitely teased by Orrson about it).

on that note, he’s Orrson’s neighbor.

Big on social media, but he poses as a violet blood to run his chittr account. He distributes a lot of memes about cute lusii and Hot Takes about the heiress, while at the same time posting things supporting her rule.

He’s also broke pls donate to his patreon

Wants to stick to the status quo. Can’t be a prince if they overthrow the system! He however has dreams of one day challenging Totoko for the throne. Might or might not have pitch feelings for her (oooh boy he does).

His weapon of choice is… whatever that thing angelKiller!Todo had

has a super cute and fluffy bunny lusus

I have more ideas for this au but it might take me a while to produce more of this?? in any case, as long as i’m obsessed with these two fandoms i’ll keep this au going babey!

ah i wanna do a fan friendsim for this but doing all those sprites…. OOF

anyway if you read this, thank you! and maybe come chat with me about All This Mess?

(and if you want another excellent matsustuck content, pls check @ Totalchunder on tumblr, i keep coming back to their dead blog bcus i am still in love with it)

#osomatsu san #hiveswap #hiveswap friendsim #homestuck #crossover #homestuck au #matsustuck #g o d i spent so much time on this and u know what? i'm proud #snaily's art #no i will not apologize for art

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psycho-slytherin · 6 years ago

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You need a name and a face to connect with your soulmate. What happens when you have both… and neither?

Pairing: Swimmer/Poet!Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff I think?

Warnings: Swearing, poetry, wonderfully unsatisfying ending

WC: 2k

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Based on a survey you guys took in which you chose a soulmate enemies-to-lovers au! Thanks to everyone that took the survey <3

[n/n = nickname]

REEEEEE! The blast of Coach Kim’s whistle sends adrenaline pumping through your veins and you dive off the edge of the pool, letting the cold water envelop you before you surface. Your legs are pressed together as you raise both arms simultaneously and let their force push you forward before kicking, kicking– arms, kick, kick, kick, arms, kick, kick, kick, arms, kick, kick, kick… you set a steady rhythm, sneaking a breath with every stroke, and your strong legs propel you to the end of the pool. Without missing a beat you duck, twist, and push off from the wall in the opposite direction, moving so quickly in the water you almost want to laugh.

Too soon, you reach the end of the pool once more, the slap of your hand on the cement signaling your coach to stop the timer.

“Fifty fly… nice! N/n, that’s 0.8 seconds off your best!”

“Yes!” you grin crazily, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

“Keep this up and you’ll be a shoe-in for regionals,” Coach Kim tells you. “Girls’ fly is gonna be one of the toughest races this season, but I think you’ve got the chops for it.”

“Thanks, Coach!” Even in the cold air of morning practice, your cheeks warm at the praise.

“Psh… girls’ fly is a fake competition,” Hobi, one of the guys on your team, says as he puts on his goggles. “Like whiffle ball. Or Ultimate Frisbee.”

“Put your money where your mouth is,” you fire back, hoisting yourself out of the pool. A bunch of the guys on your team are obnoxious, sure, but Hobi is a special breed of asshole.

“I’ll put something else where my mouth is,” he replies, winking.

You smile sweetly as you mime breaking his neck, and Hobi laughs. “Feisty today, aren’t you?”

“You know, Hobi, my favorite part of practice is when you’re under water.”

“Is that so?” “Mmhmm. ‘Cause I don’t have to listen to your voice, and I can entertain the prospect of you drowning.”

“Too bad for you– given that I’m a real swimmer, that’s not gonna happen anytime soon, is it?”

“I’m a real swimmer too, dickhead!”

“You haven’t proven that yet,” Hobi says with a smirk, and you open your mouth to fire back a scathing reply, but–

“Hobi! Chimmy! Yoongs! You’re up– anyone else want to try for the guys’ fifty free?”

You wrinkle your nose. You’re faster than Chimmy and Yoongs for sure, and to always separate by gender is a constant thorn in your side. You want to race against the best in the league, not just the best girls.

Bored, you watch the guys jump into the water, separated in three lanes. You hate ranking day, when just before a match Coach Kim races swimmers to decide who’s the best in each category. It only means you spend most of your time outside the pool, and at six in the morning such a setting is really not ideal.

“On my mark– if I see any of you grabbing the lane line, you’re out of the water for the rest of practice– Go!”

Immediately the three boys push off the wall– Hobi easily outpaces the other two, his strong scissor kicks splashing you as he passes.

“Hey!” That had better not have been intentional. You can see Hobi’s strong back muscles working as he turns his head to breathe.

Why do literally the worst people have the nicest bodies? You’re pretty sure that’s not fair. Asshole that he is, you can’t help but stare at Hobi when he swims backstroke– unlike his personality, his abs are nothing to laugh at.

“Well done, guys!” Coach Kim says enthusiastically when all three finish their lap. “Hobi, you sheared 0.3 seconds off your best– at this rate, you’re gonna be number one in the league. Yoongs, Chimmy, you’re brilliant endurance swimmers– work on your speed, okay? Keep it up.”

“Yes, Coach!”

“That’s ranking done for today,” Coach Kim says, glancing around. “The match is next week, so here’s what I’m thinking so far. Girls’ fifty fly, n/n. Boys’ fifty free, Hobi. Girls’ two hundred free–”

You tune him out as soon as you hear your nickname. Yes!

“Now to celebrate– one thousand meters’ cooldown. Your choice of stroke.”

The team collectively groans and you join in– a forty-lap cooldown? Well, you’ve had worse. You jump into the water and start moving to stay warm, choosing to swim breaststroke for the sake of going easy on your poor level of endurance. Even with the flurry of movement around you, you feel calm, collected, peaceful. The feeling of the water surrounding and caressing you is mesmerizing, and to your empty mind suddenly springs–

Awash in beauty, the tears of the Earth Fall upon the faraway stars in vain A weakened heart celebrates its weak birth The twins from days of old cry out for rain.

You grin underwater– with the goggles and swim cap, you surely look rather alien, but you don’t care. That’s a good stanza; you’ll have to remember it so you can share it with the others.

“N/n! N/n!” Yoongs calls out as you leave the girls’ locker room after practice. Coach Kim is standing nearby, talking to some parents.

“Hey– what’s up?”

“Do you…” Yoongs looks down, his pale cheeks reddening. “Do you wanna share names?”

Your eyes widen and your gaze darts to the coach. “We can’t– you know that. It’s against the rules. Coach doesn’t want distractions.”

“I-I know, but…”

You smile sadly. “I don’t think we’re soulmates, and the coach said no names. Sorry.”

“Yeah. I understand,” Yoongs says, eyes downcast. “Well, see you tomorrow.” “See ya.”

“Rejected,” you hear a sudden cackle behind you, and you jump.

“Jesus!”

“Aww, did I scare you?” Hobi asks with a fake pouty face.

“Yes– you’re wearing some sort of horrible mask.” You make a show of poking his cheek.

“Very funny. Was Yoongs asking to share names?”

“Why do you care?” you ask, affronted.

“Just the fact that he has to ask– what, you think it’s fine to require nicknames?”

“For sports?” You roll your eyes. “Of course. What if you were about to race and you found out your opponent was your soulmate?”

“But what if our soulmates were on our team?” Hobi steps closer. “What would you do if you found out I was your soulmate?”

“I’d dropkick you off the nearest diving board,” you inform him dryly. “Now leave me alone, cause I’m mighty tempted to make that a reality.”

“Fuck you too, n/n.”

You blow him your most sarcastic kiss before turning around, making sure to step on his foot on your way. You’re wearing flip-flops, so the only effect is your own increased satisfaction. You want to go home, write down that stanza, and talk to your friends.

In a world where soulmates need each others’ names and faces to connect, it’s stylish to walk around with a name tag in the hopes you might catch your soulmate’s eye. You’ve never adhered to that practice, instead retreating to the last anonymous corner of society– the Internet.

Plopping down, you open your laptop and log into the chat.

*its-shakespeare-bitch has joined Poetry isn’t a kink* @its-shakespeare-bitch: guys guyssss i thought of a good stanza *RhythM24 has joined Poetry isn’t a kink* @RhythM24: are you still in your iambic pentameter phase? @its-shakespeare-bitch: It’s a good phase :( *shininonasgard has joined Poetry isn’t a kink* *alittlealliteration has joined Poetry isn’t a kink* @shininonasgard: namjoon shush y/n’s sonnets are really good @its-shakespeare-bitch: tHAnK yOu hoseok @shininonasgard: <3 @alittlealliteration: ok but I logged on for poetry discourse not y/n and Hoseok flirting again @its-shakespeare-bitch: hahahaha I’ll kill you hahahaha *shininonasgard has invited you to Hoseok and y/n’s private chat* *its-shakespeare-bitch has joined Hoseok and y/n’s private chat* @shininonasguard: Taehyung’s just jealous ;) @its-shakespeare-bitch: of what, my wit and charm? @shininonasguard: yep @its-shakespeare-bitch: lol I was being sarcastic @shininonasguard: I wasn’t. @its-shakespeare-bitch: omg shut up before I actually fall in love with you @shininonasguard: don’t tempt me~ @its-shakespeare-bitch: gross, now I’m feeling emotions @shininonasguard: art thou not an artist? Use these emotions, y/n, channel your inner muse! @its-shakespeare-bitch: you just want me to write you a poem smh you’re a poet too yknow @shininonasguard: I like ur poems tho :)))))) @its-shakespeare-bitch: dork now I’m smiling how dare you @shininonasguard: Wish I could see your real smile You inhale sharply. You’ve been part of this chat, with the same nerds, for two years– despite having never met face to face, they’re your closest friends. You even revealed your whole names to each other– but faces? That’s different. As much as you’d like to meet them in real life, as much as you’d like to look Hoseok in the eye when you read him something you’ve written…

@its-shakespeare-bitch: I know @its-shakespeare-bitch: and I wish I could see u too, but we promised we’d keep this chat free of soulmate frenzy. Since we know each others’ names @shininonasguard: yeah ik

@shininonasguard: Doesn’t keep me from imagining u tho. I bet you’re really pretty

@its-shakespeare-bitch: as pretty as poe was positive

@shininonasguard: Shushhh I know you’re pretty. You have a pretty soul and pretty words and that’s all I need to call you pretty

@its-shakespeare-bitch: charmer

What you don’t say is that on reading his words, your cheeks go bright red and you start smiling like crazy. This guy just does things to you– his manner of speech is far from simplistic, and he has a beautiful way of writing his verses straight from the heart. Between the two of you, in fact, you’d call his soul the pretty one.

@shininonasguard: hey I gotta go help my mom ttyl?

@its-shakespeare-bitch: sure, mama’s boy~

@shininonasguard: I consider that a compliment

@its-shakespeare-bitch: I meant it as one <3

@shininonasguard: jfc you’re literally perfect I am so goddamn lucky

@its-shakespeare-bitch: lmao go help your mom, Hoseok. ttyl

@shininonasguard: bye, y/n (^3^)

*shininonasgard has left Hoseok and y/n’s private chat*

*its-shakespeare-bitch has left Hoseok and y/n’s private chat* You sit back and sigh, hiding a smile. He’s so cute, he’s so cute, he’s so cute. Why does he have to be so cute? It sucks cause it’s not like he’s your soulmate anyways, so there’s no point in falling for him, but he makes that hard because he’s so. Damn. Cute.

When you fall asleep that night, you’re fatigued but happy. You’re representing your team in your best category, you entered a poetry competition with a piece that you feel really good about, and Hoseok is so wonderful to talk to… yeah. Save for one particular dumbass on swim team, you’re feeling pretty damn good about life.

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