#i want this schoolyear to end already

[sirensea14]

Another fxking rant art

Warning, eye strain ig

[daisynik7]

I blinked and suddenly I had a Valentine

Author's Note: modern setting, no curses, high school setting. ~1.3k words. Divider credit to @/cafekitsune. Title from the song “Valentine” by Laufey. Rice bear bathing in Japanese curry looks something like this (reddit link). Part of the past lives vignettes series. Thank you for reading!

It’s almost the end of January and you’ve spent the past three weeks at your new school eating alone, either in the classroom or in the cafeteria. You’re too shy to socialize with your peers, who are already well-established in their own social circles. This is what happens when you transfer in with less than three months left of the schoolyear. No one wants to be friends with the new girl, right? 

Well, two people prove this theory wrong. 

Yu Haibara is the first to approach you in the cafeteria during lunchtime. “Hi there!” he greets, taking a seat across from you, a cheerful smile on his face. You can tell from his aura alone that this is someone easy to get along with. Jovial, optimistic, kind-hearted. You’d normally feel nervous interacting with someone you’ve never met before, but his welcoming presence immediately puts you at ease. 

He’s followed by a blonde boy, slightly taller, a bit lanky, and sulking behind him. His name is Kento Nanami. You recognize him from your homeroom, though you’ve never spoken before. Occasionally, he eats his meals there, usually in the back with his headphones in, listening to music, while you’re in the front, indulging in whatever homemade bento box you decide to make for yourself that day. It’s crossed your mind more than once to join him so that neither of you are alone, though you’ve chickened out each time, convinced that he’d rather remain that way than be bothered by a nobody. Unlike Haibara, his lips are pressed together in a natural frown. You don’t sense unhappiness or animosity from him; rather, it’s indifference, apathy. When he sits down next to his pal, he gives you a nod, acknowledging you. 

Haibara does the courtesy of introductions. You hold your hand out to him, doing the same. He takes it enthusiastically, beaming at you. “I know who you are. I’m a first-year too!”

It doesn’t strike you as odd that he’s already somewhat familiar with you. Instead, you’re relieved to finally be making friends in this cutthroat environment called high school. After this first meeting, the three of you are inseparable. You get on well with Haibara, who’s an expert at keeping the conversation flowing. Nanami doesn’t say much, though you notice his subtle mannerisms that speak volumes more than what his actual words do. You can tell he admires your homemade lunches each time you uncover them at the table. His eyes light up, marveling at whatever creation you’ve concocted the night before: yakisoba, onigiri, chicken stir-fry. He doesn’t say anything, relying on Haibara to do the complimenting. You appreciate how intently he listens to you, even if he doesn’t have much to contribute. In homeroom, you sneak glances at him when your teacher says something particularly ridiculous, to which you spot the faintest hint of a smile flitting on his lips. And you realize that every time you’re walking beside each other, he makes sure to switch his bag to his arm away from you. Part of you hopes the real reason behind this is to be closer to you, but you try to keep those lovelorn thoughts buried in the back of your mind, being certain that’s not the case.  

You eventually find out that Haibara has severe allergies, especially during the seasons of Winter and Spring. He explains how he has to take at least a few days off once a month, sometimes an entire week. Today, he dons a face mask, already anticipating it. “Don’t miss me too much,” he jokes, his bright smile noticeable even behind the mask. It’s February now; the three of you sit together at your regular spot in the cafeteria. Nanami eats his rice bowl in silence while you say to Haibara, “You’re going to miss Valentine’s Day.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, smirking. “I guess the two of you will have to be each other’s Valentines.”

At this, Nanami almost chokes on his food, face turning scarlet. He reaches for his water bottle, which is empty, still clearing his throat as he excuses himself to refill it. When you’re alone, you glare at Haibara, scolding him. “Why would you say that?!”

He shrugs innocently. “What’s the big deal? He likes you.”

Your jaw drops at his surprising statement. You’ve always thought that Nanami tolerates you, but you never truly believed he could ever like you. “What do you mean?”

Haibara blinks at you, as if the answer is so obvious. “He told me about you. Said how you always had the most amazing bento boxes for lunch. How cute your smile was whenever you’d take a bite. He was too shy to talk to you first, so he had me do it. You…didn’t know that?”

You stare at him, shaking your head slowly, stunned by this revelation. 

He laughs nervously, scratching his head. “Oops.”

Nanami returns, back to his normal self now, remaining quiet. There’s still the faint blush on his cheeks; you pretend not to notice it. Nothing else is mentioned about Valentine’s the rest of the day, though it lingers on your mind the remainder of the week.

Haibara is out sick February 13th, leaving you and Nanami alone together for the first time since you befriended them. You’re curious to see if the dynamic would change, if Nanami would actually speak up now that his buddy isn’t around to fill the void with his amicable chatter. But lunch ends up being a quiet affair. You do your best to ask questions, start conversation, but he’s even more tense than he usually is. When you mention Valentine’s Day tomorrow, the familiar rosy tint spreads across his face. You drop it, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, though you can’t help thinking how sweet he is for reacting that way.

He likes you. The words have been replaying in your head since you heard them. And the truth is: you like Nanami too.  Based on what Haibara said, he might be too shy to tell you. 

So, you take matters into your own hands. 

The next day, February 14th, you come to school carrying a box wrapped in red ribbon. Inside homeroom. You greet Nanami politely, catching the way his gaze drifts to your hands. You smile wider to yourself, excited to present it to him later. At your seat, you can smell the decadent scent of homemade chocolates and heart-shaped candies from the other girls in your class. You get increasingly nervous about the gift, wondering if he’ll receive it well. Still, it’s worth a shot.

When class is over and it’s time for lunch, Nanami waits for you near the door to walk to the cafeteria together. Ready to leave, you stop him, clearing your throat before you announce, “I have something for you.”

His eyes widen, his jaw clenches. It’s obvious he wasn’t expecting this. 

You don’t hand it to him, afraid he wouldn’t know what to do with it. Instead, you untie the ribbon yourself, uncovering it. Inside is the bento box you prepared special for him. “I made this for you. Happy Valentine’s Day, Nanami.”

He reaches inside, holding the bento in his hands like found treasure. He snaps the cover off slowly, revealing rice balls formed into a cute bear, bathing in Japanese curry. A sheet of seaweed cut into a heart is placed directly in the center. 

You watch him for his response, heart racing against your chest. He inspects it carefully, his expression softening to one of adoration. When he looks at you, he smiles, and you swear you’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Nanami Kento smiling. 

“Do you like it?” you ask, needing to hear it in his own words. 

He nods, still smiling. “I love it.”

You spend your lunch in the classroom, eating your matching bento boxes together while listening to his music on shared headphones. 

For the first time in his life, Nanami has a special Valentine.

[spideycatt]

What’s the origin for the nickname “moss”?😭

Cat and Mouse Part 2 || 42!MM x R

Synopsis:

The aftermath of Meadow revealing your secret/ a backstory

Word count: 2.5K (lord)

Now playing: you know wassup // kehlani, angel // pinkpantheress

part 1!

Warnings: Reader is Black, this is pretty tame, cursing, weed in one part, Y/n / Ynnie is used, Fighting but it’s just described😸

Not rlly warnings: The flashbacks and what we tell the class isn’t exactly the same, just the more detailed version. Gwen is black in this universe just becuz, no superheroes or villains just a reg earth, college drama oooo, Reader was a goody two shoes before meeting Miles (Like… not knowing was weed looks like goody two shoes),

“So you guys are dating!!” Someone in the crowd shouted, everyone agreeing with them.

“Actually,” you said smiling, making your way over to Miles and Meadow. “We’re married. Since last year.” You finished, untucking a necklace from your shirt to reveal a ring on a necklace, making everyone go crazier.

“Dont even think about startin’ all that yappin’! Its time for class so get your butts to your seats. Quickly!” Miles shouted making everyone complain as they made their way into their respective classrooms. You shook your head making grabby hands to your daughter.

“Meymey stop being a daddy’s girl and come back to mommy! I miss you already!” You fake cried, pouting as Meadow laughed at you.

“Papá! Isn’t mommy being silly?”

Miles smirked down at you, quick to agree with the baby. “Yup, she is. You had her all day its my turn.” He stuck his tongue out at you, scurrying into his room before letting you talk, making you chuckle.

You go back into the classroom, sighing deeply when you see all your students looking at you expectantly.

“What?” You say, deeply confused as to what they want from you now.

“Sooo, you’re not gonna tell us how you guys met??” One of your students replied with a wide smile on his face.

“Uhm.. no?” You chuckled shaking your head. “Why would I tell you that?”

“You owe us for lying to everyone for the whole schoolyear!!”

“Yea!”

“Pleaseeee Ms.y/n! Or should we call you Mrs. Morales?”

Once again, a round of ‘ooo’s go around the classroom, but this time directed at you.

“Alright alright I’ll tell you guys, and no you don’t get to call me Mrs. Morales. What’s wrong with y’all..” You mutter the last part to yourself, dreading telling your kids how you met your husband.

—

“You gotta be kidding me…” You whisper to yourself, looking at your new roommates. Your dorm situation had been all over the place the whole semester, resulting in you having to room off campus with what looked like the meanest man you’ve ever seen, and the nicest girl ever.

“Your rooms over there, kitchens over there, oh!— me and you share a bathroom, hope you don’t mind! My room is right there if you need something! Or if you wanna hang out I don’t mind.” The girl, Gwendolyn if you remembered correctly, smiled brightly at you. The tall boy next to her nodded his head at you both and went to his room.

“What’s his deal?” You question, trying to peak into his room. You didn’t see anything but purple walls before he closed the door though.

“Ah, that’s Miles. He’s nice once to get him, don’t worry! Super cute though, don’t you think?” She smirked, bumping shoulders with you.

“Yea… I guess so.”

—

“So you guys were roommates? That’s so boringgg.” Someone in the back whined.

“If it’s so boring then I don’t need to finish my story, right?” You laugh, stretching back in your desk chair.

“Bro why the fuck did you say that?”

“Dont listen to this idiot, Miss!”

“What did Gwendolyn look like?”

You stop to think about the question, trying to remember since it’s been a couple years since you’ve seen her.

“She.. was a little taller than me. Really pretty girl, big eyes, and she had a gap I think. And she had all types of piercings, and she always got her hair done in the color blonde with pink ends for some reason.”

“So she black?”

“Yea, but she’s from the country part of new york pretty sure. Anyways let me continue..”

—

You and Gwen had become good friends over time. You learned some new, albeit boring, things about her.

You couldn’t say the same for Miles though. You never really talked to him after you realized you weren’t gonna get past a quiet nod in your direction. But even then, you found yourself liking his coy personality. You wanted to learn new things about him, even if it was boring. Only thing you learned about him was that he was also studying to get an Education Degree.

You made your way back home after a long day at school, ready to shower and fall face first into your bed. Unlocking the door, you chuck your bag on the entryway table, ignoring how Miles stared at you with a confused look on his face.

You were right by your door when Gwen called your name running up to you.

God you loved the girl but damn can you live?

“Ynnieee, how was classes?” She asked, twirling her blonde and pink braids with a finger.

“They was aight, I’m tired as hell.” You groan, rubbing your eyes.

“Oh well before you go! Theres this thing I’m going to next Saturday. Come with me?” She looked down at you expectantly. You found yourself fighting against the voice in your head. Part of you wants to say no and sleep for days, but the other part sees this as an opportunity to get out the apartment for something outside of school for once.

“Alright. I’ll go. Now leave me alone I wanna sleep forever.” You say, rushing into your room to shower and lay down. You’d felt a little bad for rushing away like that, but your shower was more important to you in the moment. And you didn’t see how Gwen reacted to your slight attitude, eyes squinting at your door hard enough to burn a hole through it.

Your shower and nap worked wonders. You woke up at around 2 in the morning, not healthy at all but aye, a good nap is a good nap. You sit up in your bed, feeling way better than you had when you got home. Feeling a little thirsty, you make your way to the kitchen, deciding to eat some noodles for dinner too.

“Why you up so late?” You heard a gruff voice behind you, making you almost jump out your skin. You whip around to see who was talking to you, and it was none other than your mysterious roommate Miles.

“Miles, what the fuck?” You whisper scream, putting your bowl of microwave noodles down.

“You ain’t answer my question, ma.” He smirked at your annoyed tone, leaning his back against the counter across from you. You roll your eyes, ignoring how the nickname made you feel.

“I just woke up and i’m hungry, obviously,” you said, gesturing to your noodles. “Why are you up, Mr. Morales?”

“Can’t sleep.” He sighed deeply, looking down at you like he wanted to ask something.

“What?” You said softly, slurping on some noodles as you look back at Miles.

“Nun.. just, wanna hang out in my room?”

“Uhh sure..”

“Your rooms so clean..” You say, analyzing the things around you. Movie posters and artwork that seems to be Miles’ are strung around the deep purple walls. Not a speck of dust on any of his things, only thing slightly messy was his bed. Probably from tossing and turning while trying to fall asleep.

“Are you saying you thought I lived like a pig?” He laughed at you, sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling a folding tray close to him.

You shrugged, slurping up more noodles while standing. You didn’t really know what to do with yourself, this being the first time you actually talked to Miles.

“Why you still standing up? C’mon,” He beckoned you to sit next to him, taking a shoebox from under his bed. “You ever smoke a blunt before?”

—

“So you guys played games and talked till you fell asleep?”

“Yup! Don’t tell him I told you this but, he sucks at Mortal Kombat.”

—

“…Huh?”

This earned you a confused look from Miles.

“A blunt. A joint. Doja.”

You furrow your eyebrows.

“Like… the singer?”

“You gotta be kidding me.” He lays back on his bed, laughing at you like his life depended on it. “You telling me you don’t know what weed is?”

“Why didn’t you just say weed in the first place!” You say, hitting him lightly on the thigh.

“Because you’re old enough to know what a blunt is?” He chuckled, sitting back up to open the shoebox and take out some stuff. You watched silently as a he rolled the ‘blunt’ up, staring at him as he brought it up to his lips and lit it up.

“I’ve never seen weed before,” You mutter scooting farther into the bed till you hit the wall. “Why does it look like…”

“Like what?” Miles asked, smiling a little as he waited to see where this was going.

“Nah, you’re gonna make fun of me.”

“I won’t, ma. I promise.” He said turning to look at you as he inhaled and blew the smoke in your face, making you fan it away.

“I was going to say it kinda looks like moss.” You whisper, looking away in embarrassment as Miles guffawed at your cluelessness.

“Man I’m never letting you live that down.” He shook his head with a smirk. You laughed also, heart swelling at the fact that this might happen again, and Miles may start talking to you more.

—

“After that we became good friends yada yada yada. We hung out a lot, and sometimes had sleepovers in each others rooms,” You say as you filed some papers away. “And Gwen didn’t like that.”

“Oh my god did y’all fight?!” A kid in the back exclaimed, bouncing up and down in excitement.

“What? No, I don’t fight people. She did want to fight me though.”

Everyone made a disappointed noise at that, when the door opened with Meadow and Miles looking inside.

“What lies she telling y’all now?” Miles scoffed as Meadow ran into her mother’s arms. He walked up to you and gave you a small peck on your cheek, making the whole class gag.

“First of all, ew. Second of all, Mrs. Morales was telling us about how she didn’t fight Gwen cuz she don’t fight people.”

“Mrs. Morales?” Miles said looking at you as you shook your head and shrugged. “Man she really is lying to yall. She did fight Gwen, whooped her ass for real. And then she handed my ass to me too. I’m getting flashbacks.” He shuddered at the memory.

“Miles!” You shoved his arm, but you were drowned out by the class asking why and what happened.

—

“You gotta be kidding me.” You whisper as you get hit with a strong sense of deja vu. Weeks have passed since the first time you and Miles talked. And you’ve started to catch feelings. But obviously, your sweet little roommate, who wasn’t really sweet or little at all, didn’t like that. Despite her very obvious disliking you and Miles’ blooming relationship, she didn’t do anything to stop you two from becoming more than friends. Until now.

You sigh deeply as watch Gwen all up on Miles, talking his ear off and rubbing in him as they sat on the couch. Miles payed her no mind, scrolling on his phone as he waited for you to come home since he missed you all day. She looked up at you smiling her fake little smile as she rested her head on Miles’ shoulder. “Hey roomie!”

You look at her with a straight face, eyes moving to Miles who’d jumped up to talk to you.

“Ma it’s not what it looks-“

“Ok. I’m going to bed.” Interupting him, you march into your room, slamming the door behind you hoping your roommates would take the hint.

—

“Damnnnn Ms.y/n you got played by Mr. Morales? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now me personally I would never treat you like that-“

“Dont even start with that foolishness,” Miles rolled his eyes at the kid. “It was a lil misunderstanding thas it. Lemme continue.”

—

But of course. Gwen didn’t.

“Ynnie?” Gwen knocked on the door before she came in. Sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

“Hm?”

“You seem out of it are you ok..?” She asked quietly, she sounded so… sincere that you almost thought she was being genuine. Almost. But her behavior these past few weeks was enough to not trust her.

She leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“Is it because I got to Miles before you could?”

“Excuse me?” You stare at Gwen with a confused look on your face.

“Y’know. Cause I’m better than you and all that.” She shrugged with a smirk on her face.

—

“And then BAM Ms. y/n was all on her, and I had to come in and separate them, Gwen tried to get me to feel bad for her too. She was like “Miles! Do something!” ‘N I looked at her like “Really?” And she went crying to her room, embarrassing.” He tutted. “When I looked at Ms. y/n she started yelling at me and punching my chest, shoot felt like I was Gwen for a second! I’m sure she had it worse though, cause she moved out two days after. Extra embarrassing.”

“Damnnnn!”

“Ms. y/n you kinda scare me now..”

“Is he lying Miss?”

You hesitated before speaking, “I mean, its a lil dramatic sure but it aint too far off.”

“Damnnnn!”

“You guys are so dramatic. We talked it out after like a week and everything was all good.” You shook your head in disbelief as you pack up your things. Miles’ class ended squeezing into your classroom in the middle of his rendition, but you decided against bothering them and got some work done while playing with Meadow. It was now the end of class and everyone was huddled up on your large carpet, like a bunch of children listening to someone read a book at the library.

“What happened after that, papà?” Meadow questioned, tugging on his pant leg as he leans against the front of your desk.

“Enough from Papà. He’s a bad storyteller,” You said putting on your jacket and grabbing your work bag. “We start dating, graduate college, get engaged, have you- my sweet sweet princess, get married when you were two, and end up here teaching these losers about art and science! The end!

“Yup. The end. Alright c’mon back to class guys,” Miles directed, turning to look back at you before he walked out the door. “Chinese for dinner?”

“Mhm, is that ok with you, MeyMey?” You coo at your daughter as she agrees with you.

—

“Miles?” You whisper, leaning your head on your husbands shoulder as you rub your stomach.

“Whats up, Ma?”

“You think I’ll be any good at this? Teaching the students and the being a mom, I mean.” You sigh, looking up at him.

“You’ll be the best,” He whispered back, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissing your forehead. “I’m sure the kids will love you, and I’m sure our daughter will love you even more.”

You chuckled at that, slowly drifting off to sleep as Miles rubs your side gently.

“Daughter?”

“Yea, and something tells me she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl. Can’t wait to spoil my pretty ladies forever.”

“Yea… yea that sounds nice.”

kkuet.

The moss thing is based on a true story yall, and i’m the victim 😞😭

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[raccoonfallsharder]

hii! i just wanted to say i love your blog sm. your fics are amazing and your fanart as well😩 your work has such a good emotional depth that’s so nice to read/see. you have a way like the movies did of showing the attention to detail with their worlds and other worldly cultures and shit it’s so interesting to read <3. i didn’t know if your taking requests but this was just a random thought that would be so cool to see you write. no pressure ofc but i thought it’d be so cool to see rocket more introduced to like more music/Terran pop culture references😭. i feel like rocket would like goth music like the cure and shit and tbh lady gaga i feel like also😭😭. it’s so cute to think of him getting shown like classic horror and stuff, he’d probably think a lot of them as comedies or shit😭. i jsut had these thoughts to share lol. your writing has me daydreaming i swear <3. i hope you are having a good day <33 : D

you are absolutely the sweetest little bundle of love nonnie. cups of tea, midnight bonfires, and golden autumn leaves. that's you. thank you so much for the kind words. they truly made my last two weeks. and i'm so sorry for the delay - the start of the schoolyear has been kicking my ass to knowhere and back, and then this… got away from me. it’s really unforgivably fucken long for mostly just being a list ~

but i hope you enjoy it anyway ♡♡

oh btw i linked some related headcanons that might interest you at the end!

to be honest i don't think i go through a single commute to or from work without thinking about how rocket would respond to the latest bit of terran culture you're showing him. when he was spending time on terra during the snap, he noticed steve’s little pocket-journal checklist of movies and books and shows to get caught up on. well, he didn’t just notice it — he might’ve maybe possibly swiped it — and once he trusted you enough to know you weren’t gonna fuckin narc on him, he decided to show it to you. he asks questions about the various titles, and steve’s notes scrawled in the margins. the two of you started there.

rocket isn’t quite as prejudiced against actors as many of his fellow guardians, but he does approach the idea of movies and tv with a healthy dose of skepticism. you probably start out with some documentaries, and he loves those. he’s enthralled by the ones about outer space — appreciating what they’ve gotten right and snickering about what they got wrong, getting a little weepy when the narrator makes some poignant philosophical observation. he stares at the screen with something that wrenches at your heart when you turn on the nature docs, those cut-ruby eyes turning into something soft and molten, silvered over with a yearning you’re sure he doesn’t even recognize inside himself.

you might think he’d be a fan of true crime, but no — not unless it’s someone scamming a big corporation or stealing from some hubristic rich bastard, or maybe the occasional murderer who accidentally confesses his crimes on a hot mic. the truth is that rocket’s already personally familiar with some of the worst true crime in the galaxy and he just sort of assumes that’s how things operate at large. why’s he need to watch people talk about?

it’s this kind of thinking that impacts the kind of fictional shows and movies he ends up liking, too — once you finally convince him that acting is more about storytelling, and less about lying or trying to wear someone else’s skin. you’d think he’d be super-into horror but he’s very — selective about it. murderers, slashers, and body horror (especially of the medical variety) are not in his wheelhouse. he gets anxious in the worst sort of way: impatiently twitching on the couch next to you, chewing on his claws. he rolls his eyes but his shoulders stay tense and his tail is puffs up three times it’s normal size. he might occasionally snort and scoff at how fake things look but again, that’s only because he knows.

and he wishes he didn’t.

supernatural horror is much more palatable to him, and alien-based horror is usually hilarious as far as he’s concerned. space dramas and adventures have an unpredictable impact. he says star wars is too dramatic (wild coming from someone who has since decided he loves reality dating shows) and gets weirdly emotional about star trek. and you have to repeatedly remind him that neither the aliens franchise nor killer clowns from outer space are documentary series (he has some weird hang-ups about terran clowns and will dryly tell you that he’s pretty sure they’ve tried to kill him in another life). he’s extremely and overly fascinated by some of the weirder terran horror and horror-adjacent media: cult classics from the 80s and 90s, Tales from the Crypt, Twilight Zone — some of those weird old fantasy movies too, like the labyrinth and company of wolves. you always indulge him, trying to remind him of what’s fiction and what’s not, and what loosely straddles the line of being based on a true story (even though sometimes you have to fight with the urge to roll your eyes when he points at the screen and says, no, that’s real, i been to a planet like that!).

you learn he has an uncanny eye for CGI. looks weird, he grunts every time something rendered crosses the screen. very into practical effects, though. he spent an inordinate amount of time trying to make a claymation sequence of the collapse of ego — the living planet, that is; not some great philosophical metaphor — and took over your kitchen for two months to do it. you’d expected him to get bored of it quickly, but you’d misunderstood just how fixated he’d been. he’d stopped taking pete’s comms for the entire last three weeks and had barely slept at all till it had been done.

he’s equally selective about games. classic shooters bore him — why bother when you can go do the real thing with any despot-of-the-week? — but he kind of loves cozy games. he enjoys horror games as long as they follow his horror movie rules, too — minimal lifeform-on-lifeform torture, heavy on the supernatural or other weirdness. poppy’s playtime is a current fave. he loves dnd, of course. once he figures out the mechanics he always wants to dm because he’s got more control issues than a freighter full of ravagers, but you haven’t missed the fact that that he’s got a recurring favorite character that he pulls out regardless of which side of the dm screen he’s on — a shockingly wise and kind aquatic sorceress named lylla, with the gentlest healing vibes. it rattles you the first time he plays her — so at odds with his normal snark — but you decide it’s just his way of letting his soft side shine through when he normally tries to hide it under prickly defensiveness.

it might surprise you (or maybe not), but he’s far less picky about music, to be honest. sure, he’s got preferences — certain songs he’ll play on repeat, or jam out to, or weep over. but he’s just as excited to clone a taylor swift record as he is to get his hands on some iron maiden. he’s got something surprisingly positive to say about every single song you ask after.

that one’s real catchy, he’ll say, bopping along to dolly’s 9 to 5 — only to then croon his way through the lingering notes of jolene. then the next time you see him he’s asking how he can secure more tupac albums.

he gets all teary-eyed over the sweeping strings of sometime around midnight, then later tilts his head, ears flickering, to drink in the light starlit notes of single acoustic guitars and lonely pianos. he’s as greedy for 90s grunge as he is for screamo and post-rock. sometimes he steals your phone and it’s usually just to download a nirvana album you once had him listen to, but just last week you realize he’d blown a sizable portion of your grocery budget by buying the entire babymetal discography.

he explains it to you one late autumn evening when you’re in your room with him, introducing him to seventeen seconds. the two of you are just chilling. he’s traded in his jumpsuit for the kids’ sweatpants and the hoodie you bought him — the one with the ears — and of course you very wisely don’t tell him how stupidly cute it is. the sun’s going down and the room is slanting and pooling with blue-and-gold shadows slowly deepening into purple, and you’ve lit a couple caramel-apple candles for the vibe. maybe you’ve got mugs of warm spiced apple cider or cocoa or something. he’s sprawled on the rug on your floor and you’re leaning over the edge of the bed, with the entire musical archive of the cure, woven liberally with a random joy division album, some merciful nuns, and other collections from your personal library of favorites.

he’s super-into it, of course.

this sound is somethin’ else, he tells you as he stares up at the shadows. The candlelight is reflecting off some unknown surface in your room, casting flecks of fractured light across the deepening dark of the ceiling. his blunted claws tap a steady rhythm on the floor beside him.

you say that about every song, you tell him drily, and he shrugs.

but i mean it, he tells you in the gold-flickering darkness. there’s a long silence, and you think he’s just listening to the music — but halfway through dope, he suddenly breaks his silence.

i ain’t exactly the most emotionalistically-intelligent, he says quietly into the room. don’t trust myself to know when someone’s good or bad. there was a guy, when i was a kid — well. anyway. it’s frickin hard to trust anybody, myself most of all.

you wait to see if he’ll go on — but he doesn’t. at least not till you say, i get that. there’s good people out there, but the worst are usually so good at tricking us. and then it’s easy to second-guess ourselves — forever.

from the corner of your eye, you see him nod emphatically.

not in music, though, he says quietly. you hear him swallow — painfully hard. i think — music’s when people tell you most about what they are. even when it’s hard to understand at first. when there ain’t any words.

you tilt your head, allowing him the privacy of not looking directly at him. instead, you study the flickering candlelight and shadow, painting amber and dark-velvet patterns on the ceiling. that’s why you like every song? you ask at last.

that swallow again, hard as a rock in his throat. i dunno. maybe it means something, when someone gives a part of ‘emselves like that. to you — a stranger. just — serve themselves up like a gift for your judgement.

ah, you think. the vulnerability.

as if he’d heard you, he snorts. me personally? i’d never risk it.

even now, you can feel him watching you uneasily from the corner of his eye — waiting for you to mock him, maybe. but you only hum an agreeable note.

i never thought of it that way, you admit, but it’s true. you smile at the ceiling. and you said you weren’t emotionally intelligent.

he huffs, but the sound is more relieved than annoyed. i ain’t, he snipes. and then — more tentatively — maybe that’s part of it too.

you feel your eyebrows raise, but you still don’t look his way — cradling the back of your head with your hands while the music continues in around you, and smell of warm caramel apples fills the soft shadows between you. what do you mean?

softer now — almost nervous — he confesses to the darkness and the gold light and the sound of lady gaga’s voice. every time i listen to a new song, s’like I find something in myself i didn’t have before. or didn’t know i had before. or that i thought had died.

your heart stills in your chest and your breath catches, and everything in you suddenly aches. before you can say a word — before you can think — he spits a scoff into the air.

never mind. i was kidding. that’s fuckin’ stupid—

no, you interrupt quickly, and it takes everything in you not to turn over and catch his eyes and hold them. not to reach out and hold his hands, because you know he’s not willing to accept that level of comfort.

not yet. but soon.

so instead, you make your voice into the softest thing you’ve ever imagined. no sharp edges, no corners to cut himself on. just downy well-worn blankets and soft crumpled love-notes, happy welcome homes and the warm caramel of autumn apples. you will it go wrap around him and give him all the comfort he won’t let himself accept any other way.

no, you repeat. i get that.

i get that.

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[homunculus-argument]

I had a dream about my family. I was in some sort of a school graduation - held in the gym hall of a school, decorated for spring, like finnish end-of-schoolyear celebrations are. I don't know why I was there, since I don't know anyone with kids that age.

For some reason they decided to sing some song about a father sitting home alone, trying to watch TV, thinking about how 18 years ago he brought a baby boy home with no idea what he's doing, but how his son mercifully always was a better kid than he himself had been, and now his son is in Ukraine. In real life Finland isn't sending draft troops to the war over there, but apparently in the dream that was something so common and obvious that just mentioning the name was enough of an explanation for a regular radio song to make it clear what happened to this guy's son.

I was in the hall by myself for some reason, singing vaguely along as I followed the lyrics from the ceremony pamphlet I'd gotten. Unexpectedly and with no warning, my sister grabbed and hugged me from behind. I knew it was her immediately, nobody else does that same kind of a rough grab and wiggle and her long hair was getting into my face. It was something so typical of her - just grabbing you to shower you with affection with zero pause to hesitate and consider whether you would want that, that I knew it was her immediately.

My mom showed up as well, and started talking to me. I can't recall whose kid I was at that school for, and they fortunately didn't ask. I can't remember what explanation they had for why they were there, but apparently my sister had a baby these days, an infant that was already talking like a two-year-old and was starting to learn to read. My sister didn't have her son with her, so I didn't get to see him. My mom and sister asked what I'm doing after the ceremony, saying I could join them to go to whatever they were doing. I said no, that I had other plans, even though I don't think I did.

Just because it's been a year and they would be ready to act like nothing happened, that doesn't mean I'd be willing to forgive them with no apology.

[noys-boise]

i found out the queen died while i was outside playing swingball with my sister 😭😭😭😭😭

my story of this is so fucking funny, we were on a school trip beginning of schoolyear and already started preparing for a school performance at the end of the semester, that we had to write the script for. i was in the team of script writers and we had no idea what we wanted to do and had a thousand different ideas so we argued for like an hour, the teacher had to come in to mediate and we FINALLY calmed down. really everything was completely calm. until someone checked their phone and just completely emotionlessly went "guys, the queen died" and the energy in the room was surreal after that

[chuchiotaku]

[PREVIEW] TBA Chapter 19: To Set and to Spring

Ron’s picked up a new friend(?) in the middle of finalizing his plans with Quirrell. But what is the plan exactly? Will it really stop Harry from going through the trials and meeting Voldie?

Guess who's back? Back again? 🎶

Target Release Date: December 2022

Currently undergoing beta reading thanks to the wonderful @acnelli!

"P—Professor Quirrell, sir?”

The Professor was in the middle of arranging some books and parchment on his table when Ron approached him, causing the jumpy wizard to accidentally shove all said items to the floor after a shocked cry. “M—Mr. W—Weasley!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Professor!” Ron made a flustered expression as he hurried to help the man pick up the fallen books. “I didn’t mean to surprise you. I—I just thought, since, err, the exams were over, it was about time I talked to you. Been meaning to for a while now, really.”

The last of the term’s Finals had already come to a close, after what felt like an eternity (for most) of last minute notes reviews, essays revisions and late night study sessions. Even the first years—who had, arguably, the lightest workload out of everyone else—felt the exhaustion to their bones, and even Hermione admitted that the reprieve was appreciated.

(Although that reprieve did include going over exam questions and debating over the answers, which was not exactly Ron’s idea of relaxing.)

But while Harry, Hermione and Neville had left their classroom as soon as the exams had ended—in part, due to Harry’s persistently throbbing headache—Ron excused himself to go see Professor Quirrell, who the redhead knew was proctoring for a Third Year exam at a room a floor above theirs.

Quirrell’s brows furrowed in apparent confusion. “I—Is this a—about your e—exams, Mr. Weasley? I—If you’re w—worried about your p—performance, r—rest a—assured, you’ve done v—very well, as is e—expected of a s—student of your c—caliber.”

“Oh, that’s really nice to know, but I wanted to talk about something else.”

“S—Something else? R—Right now?”

Ron's gaze went to the floor. “I’m so sorry, Professor. I really don’t mean to be a bother, but this—I probably won’t have any more time and, and I really need to—”

The older wizard’s frown deepened. “Is—is it it th—that p—pressing a m—matter, M—Mr. Weasley?”

“I—It’s something a bit more personal, sir.” Ron paused. “Is there some place more private? I promise, won’t take too much of your time.”

The boy looked especially nervous, wringing his hands and glancing around the empty classroom occasionally, filling the forefront of his mind with so much anxiety and nervousness that Quirrell eventually acquiesced, leading the way to the vacated Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. 

The classroom was located at the middle of a usually occupied hallway, but given the time of day (and schoolyear), the place and its surroundings were empty of students, staff and even ghosts. Although the trip took longer than Ron remembered, and there was a nagging sensation at the back of his head that something wasn’t quite right. Still, Ron made no mention of it to his professor, who had also taken the time to prepare some tea.

“I—I apologize for my p—poor manners, M—Mr. Weasley.” Quirrell said with a slight smile after setting a steaming cup of Earl Grey in front of Ron. “W—Was not expecting a—any g—guests any t—time soon, y—you see.”

“I should be the one who is sorry, Professor.” Ron said after lifting the offered teacup to his lips. “For causing you this trouble.”

“I—It’s q—quite all right, Mr. W—Weasley.” Quirrell answered, taking his seat behind his own desk. “Us P—Professors need to h—help our students t—the best we c—can, after all.”

Ron placed the cup back on the saucer, his eyes gloomy. “No, really, I should apologize, sir. I—err, I’m sure you’re aware, of the rumors going on about you?”

At that, Quirrell’s smile fell but kept the rest of his expression neutral. “I—I don’t think there’s a—anyone in the c—castle who has n—not heard.”

“Must have been really hard for you, sir.”

“It m—made things more, err, ch—challenging, shall we s—say? A f—feat in itself, r—really, g—given that I’m n—not one of the m—most p—popular Professors.” Quirrell looked thoughtful. “B—But wh—why mention this, M—Mr. Weasley? D��Do you p—perhaps kn—know m—more about how the r—rumors came about?”

“Th—that’s—” Ron’s hands balled into fists over his knees, his head bowed. “Professor, I’m sorry, but it was me.”

[silliestlittlestar]

Toxic friends?

I have this friend, let's call her L. She became my friend two years ago and instantly bonded because both of us have (or had--in my end) a restrictive ed. Fast forward back to the present, L has lost a visibleish about of weight. It's around 15 to 20 pounds. I have gained weight through that time. I don't know why but as time went on this schoolyear I've getting more and more negative when I'm near her.

I don't know if it's envy because when I get upset around her my mind isn't instantly moving towards the fact that she's lost weight. It might be because she tries to make herself seem perfect when It's just obvious that she's delusional. I feel bad thinking so but it's so obvious. She tries to adopt the Pilates princess, tumblr y2k aesthetic meanwhile being a perfectionist.

She makes me feel negative towards my grades and work ethic and my eating habits (it's not her fault for that, I've developed binge eating habits and I grow envious when I see her controlled self eating carrots for breakfast). It might be envy. I don't at all want to be an envious person but that's the only answer I can come up with for this situation. It's felt like she's been distant from me lately but I feel that I just feel bad over her not needing me to be there with her as her friend because I thought we were really close. This could also be one of those situations where friends playfight a lot but later on it's not really "play". Just "fight".

I think I just thought that L was really really close to me when she isn't really, we just so happened to already know each other and have many classes together, at least, that's how I'm starting to think she sees it.

The disordered part of my brain is telling me that if I control my eating and get thinner, she'd want to be my friend again. It's not like we dropped each other, it's just that I want her to have a reason to want to be around me. I feel like she's repelled by how disgustingly average my build is while she admires her silhouette. She's not extremely skinny, around 120 pounds, but to put it in perspective I'm around 150, meaning that I do look large next to her. I'm going to use this as motivation to reach that seemingly distant and impossible goal of 90. I reach and reach for that number yet It feels like a dream, like something that's never going to happen. It's nice to daydream about, though. I hope I get to put that strenuous number chasing behind me and finally reveal those two digits on the scale that I've been desiring since I was in the single digits in age.

[the-happy-lobster]

23-VIII-2024

I've been feeling rather extremely bad and frustrated today, despite receiving the news that I passed my Highway Code exam. I really don't feel like studying because schools starts back in 2 weeks and I stayed in for 4 months to study already and this "break" has been boring overall. I'm mad at my BF because I seem to have the only working brain in here, always having to plan appointments and tidying up all for finding nothing where I left it and hearing "we'll see tomorrow" for weeks on end. I need new jeans, but I either don't have enough money, don't find ones that fit or the stores I like are not available in this unfashionable region. The flat is messy and dirty but I've been the only one cleaning since may so I definitely don't want to waste my last free days doing it. My BF is tired and "just wants to relax" when he comes back home after work, not even being able to engage in conversations or physical relations, and doesn't listen to any of my advice, acting like I didn't have to have 50+ hours weeks for the whole last schoolyear. My Dad asked me what I want as my birthday gift but it only reminds me that last year I asked for money to spare for a summer trip, which I could not even take and probably won't again next summer as I'm always the one planning everything, which defeats the point of a relaxing trip altogether...

I don't feel anything but empty even if I know this is supposed to be an accomplishment. Maybe because I don't feel celebrated or supported enough, it's just one more thing I had to do on my own while others just did nothing and didn't help. And I know something else is soon to accomplish next, so I'm just tired to overcome stuff all the time. I want to have it easy too.

[chelseydavidson]

My Progress - Week 8

What is working?

Frankly, not much – I’m getting a bit pessimistic, if I’m being entirely honest.

I’ll chalk the Facebook groups I joined as a pseudo-win (more on that below), but not too much else – while the Facebook groups haven’t netted any leads as of yet, they do have my target audience, so I’m holding onto some hope. I’m also preparing to pivot to a paid digital marketing strategy.

I also looked into setting up a Craigslist account, which will cost me $5 to run for 30 days. I’m a little nervous because I heard about Craigslist being a bit of a sketchy platform with scammers and stalkers and setups (oh, my), so I’m a little reticent about using my credit card on a platform with that kind of reputation. However, Craigslist is very much committed to local focus, which could be helpful for generating concentrated interest strictly in Durham Region. 

What is not working?

Pretty much everything else.

So, I received absolutely no word from the Unschooling Association, despite BCCing all the leading members of the board and the specific representatives for my area. 

My local library doesn't do any promotion of small businesses to support them -- only for not-for-profits and other free services. So, that’s a dead end. (That includes the Pickering, Ajax, and Whitby systems.)

My Kijiji ad was taken down this week. There was an issue with the category I placed it in and they want me to resubmit in a different category and pay a fee to repost it. I’m on the fence about Kijiji’s effectiveness as it is, and the fact that I couldn’t test it out organically before opting in for a paid option, makes me quite nervous. I’ll need to do more research before I sink money into it. 

Facebook got back to me the same day saying that they are “not the channel to deal with this issue. Please troubleshoot using the website.” I only contacted them because the website didn’t offer support setting up an account when the email address isn't being recognized as valid (my guess is the domain name is confusing it, but who's to say?). The website support only stems from already being a user. This would be, in my opinion, an absolute failure in customer service, but I don’t see Facebook hurting none. In a fit of frustration, I used my existing personal Facebook profile to post a Facebook Marketplace ad. It looks pretty much like the Kijiji ad did, but so far, it's managed to stay up. No bites, but still fishing.  

I also joined two Facebook groups - a Durham Region Bulletin Board group and a Toronto Tutors group (which covers the GTA as well) - and posted in the discussion to potentially generate interest. Unfortunately, no one has contacted me from the groups yet. Since I did this recently, I’ll leave a little time to see if this effort gains any traction. 

How do you feel the project is coming?

I’m in full-on Debbie Downer mode.

Despite feeling deflated, it hasn’t stopped me from continuously exploring more opportunities. I’m also actively researching ways to advertise best to parents online, because I am definitely leaning towards paid options. I have considered printing flyers as well and distributing them at children-focused events as they crop up now we're in the springtime or handing them out near or at locations that cater to providing lessons for children. 

I’m getting increasingly nervous about how close we’re getting to summer break. The end of June is just around the corner (and for many post-secondary students, their programs have ended until the fall) and parents can lose the same commitment heading into the break that they may carry during the schoolyear, making it a rough season for tutoring businesses. 

What are you learning about running a business?

Tenacity is what I am learning, above all else. If at first you don’t succeed, try again. And again. The key to that perseverance is to try something new, though. Sometimes it feels like throwing darts at the wall to see what sticks. Nonetheless, I’ll keep whipping darts. 

I have spoken with my husband, who’s been an entrepreneur for over three decades, and he reminds me that, in a word-of-mouth business like tutoring, the greatest hurdle is getting the first client. If you do right by that first client, the word will get out eventually and more clients will come. I keep reminding myself of this when I feel epically discouraged.

What are you learning about yourself?

I wish could tell you that I was learning I am a marketing extraordinaire that could sell honey to a bee, but alas, no, I am still honing that skill.

I am learning instead that there are limits to my optimism. I like to think that I have a can-do attitude, but I also like control. Getting customers is not something I can control and it does eat away at my normal level of bubbliness. I definitely experienced a bit of a Unikitty moment. 

I am also learning that, in spite of having no control over getting that first critical customer, I am a persevering person. I will stick with it, even if it’s sticking it to me. Here’s to not giving up!

[daisynik7]

Give You Blue

Chapter 1: How It Ends

Pairing: Eren x f!reader, Reiner x f!reader (past relationship)

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

cw: explicit sexual content/smut (brief flashback), language, angst, a breakup

Word Count: ~3.2k

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Summary: Reiner, your best friend since childhood and your high school sweetheart, breaks up with you the night before the new semester begins. With his car packed with both your belongings, the hour long drive back to campus the next day offers some clarity. Author's Notes: Excited to be writing a new series! I hope you all enjoy it. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciate. Thank you so much!

“I think we should break-up.”

It’s the last day of summer vacation, the night before you and Reiner head back to Stohess University for the start of a new schoolyear. You’ve been at his place all day, helping him pack his car, which is already halfway full of your own belongings. With the door to his bedroom wide open, you can hear his mom humming a familiar tune downstairs as she puts away the leftovers from tonight’s dinner. Her signature meatloaf and mashed potatoes, a favorite of yours and Reiner’s. It’s been this way since you were ten years old, when the two of you finally started eating real food instead of only candy, pizza rolls, and chicken nuggets. 

The words come out of his mouth low and monotone, an automated machine void of any emotions. That’s why you’re convinced it’s in your imagination, until he speaks again. “Coco, did you hear me?”

Coco. It’s the silly nickname he’s had for you since you were five, the first time you ever met on the school playground. You were in the same kindergarten class, but Reiner could not, for the life of him, remember your name for two whole weeks. What he does remember is you eating a homemade coconut macaroon every first recess of the day. And like a typically five-year-old boy, he picked on you for it, calling you Coconut even after he learned your name. Even after you became the best of friends. Eventually, it became Coco for short, and from there, it just stuck. You’re not sure if you ever liked it; maybe you only did because it was him calling you that. One of the many special secrets shared between you two throughout the years.

You turn towards him, a pair of his socks in hand, ready to roll and toss into his half empty luggage, unfazed. “Huh?” You’re prepared to hear him say something else, anything else.

He swallows hard, a serious expression on his face, glancing at his feet. “I think we should break-up.”

It takes you a good minute to process it. Three minutes, if you’re being completely honest. And he doesn’t rush you this time for a response, seeing you stare back at him, a deer in headlights, seconds before getting hit and crushed under the weight of a semi-truck. Because that’s how it feels when your boyfriend of four years and your best friend of even longer tells you that he thinks the two of you should break-up. 

You’re surprised at how long it takes for the tears to stream down your face. Everyone knows, Reiner included, how much of a sap you are. You cry easily over the most insignificant things – a car commercial, people playing with puppies, a sad scene in a movie. But this – this absolutely warrants all the tears you’ve cried over stupid shit like that. 

Reiner quickly closes the door and wraps his arms around you, lips pressed to your forehead. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His facial hair brushes against you, a sensation you’ve always found comforting. He was a late-bloomer, incapable of growing that rugged look all throughout high school. It was really only last year when he needed to pay more attention to it; grooming became part of his regular routine. Now, it’s harsh and coarse against smooth skin, an itch you want to scratch but can’t. Somehow, you keep your volume to a minimum, aware that Mrs. Braun is downstairs, blissfully ignorant to what’s happening above her. Through quiet, choked sobs, you ask, “Why?”

He sighs, a pained expression on his face now; he’s always hated seeing you cry. How much worse does he feel knowing he’s the cause of it? Leading you to the edge of the bed, he sits, and you follow. With your hand in his, he starts explaining himself. “We’ve been inseparable for so long; I just think we need to take some time to figure ourselves out. As individuals.” He’s practiced this before, you can tell. He usually sputters when he’s put on the spot. Not this time. He’s been thinking about this for a while, you realize, and it breaks your heart more. 

It’s hard for you to look at him as he speaks, so you stare at his lap, his hands holding yours delicately. When you don’t respond, he continues. “We’ve been friends forever, and I don’t want to lose that. I don’t. I just need to explore my horizons.”

In your mind, you replace the word horizons with options. He joined a frat last semester, which you can admit, worried you at first. He assured you nothing about him would change, and you believed him. Before your logic can stop you, you spit out, “So you’re trying to fuck some sorority girls, is that it?”

He clicks his tongue at you, disappointed. You’re better than this, you know this, and he does too. “C’mon. It’s not like that.” 

“Then what? Don’t bullshit me, Reiner. If you’re going to break-up with me, I deserve to know the truth.” It’s fighting words. You can’t help it when you’re defenseless like this. 

He hesitates before confessing, “I’m not in love with you anymore.”

It fucking hurts to hear. The one person you were so sure would never harm you, stabbing you in every vital point of your body. It’s betrayal, disappointment, and heartache all at once, and you’d give anything to turn back the clock and go back to even a few minutes ago, when you were happily folding his laundry. You’re speechless, a jumble of thoughts stuck in your throat, gagging you until it’s too hard to breathe and you’re gasping for air. There’s static noise surrounding your ear drums, and Reiner’s voice is so muffled that you can barely understand him. You reach around him for a pillow, burying your face in it to hide your cries. 

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” Baby. He still calls you that through a breakup. You’re his baby that he’s not in love with you anymore. It’s all so fucked up. Between anguished sobs, you ask, “What did I do wrong?”

He rambles on and on about how it’s not you it’s me. It was nothing you did, except in the back of your mind, you keep thinking why wasn’t I good enough? He strokes the back of your hand with his palm, his skin cracked and calloused from rock-climbing, one of his new favorite hobbies. You’ve been nagging him about using that special cream you bought for him, the one that’s supposed to help soothe skin with a tiny dollop. Did that annoy him? Is that the feather that tipped the scale? You can’t help but replay every single fucking thing you’ve ever said to him, every single thing you’ve ever done for him, trying to discern when and where it went downhill. 

You’ve always been best friends first, lovers second. You thought it was special this way, that it means something more. Now, as you sit at the edge of the bed with him, listening to him talk in circles about how this isn’t your fault, you realize that maybe that’s what led to this. Better off as friends, nothing more. You were both sixteen when you decided to cross the line. At the time, it felt right. Looking back, maybe it was just convenient. Were the two of you doomed from that day on? 

“I’ll always love you, Coco.” He repeats it, hoping it’ll make you feel better. You hold your tongue, tempted to reply then why are you doing this? It’s a slap in the face when he says it. A consolation prize reminding you that you lost. 

At the end of the day, you can’t hate him. There’s too much history there. You’ve been through too much together, seen each other at your lowest points, held each other up at the highest. That kind of relationship is rare, a treasure too precious to throw away. But damn, you want to bury it in the darkest depths of the ocean right now. Hell, you want to sink down with it.  

There’s no yelling; you don’t have it in your heart to scream at him with his mother in the house with you. He probably planned it like this; he knows you too well. You don’t like making a scene, especially in front of Mrs. Braun, who’s basically another mother to you. 

You think back on the other night, in this very bedroom. His mom went out to dinner with some friends, leaving you two alone. Of course, you took the opportunity to fuck each other silly. He ate you out sloppily at the edge of the bed, kneeling before you on the carpet with your legs spread wide. Was he already considering the break-up in this moment? He must have. This kind of decision doesn’t just happen. As he bounced you on his cock, his usual tired eyes peering up at you with a small grin on his face, he said, “God, you’re perfect.” And when you came with his thumb on your clit, cock still buried deep in your pussy, he whispered, “I love you,” before he released inside you. He repeated it when you relaxed against his chest, bodies spent, chanting it while he caressed your back. I love you, I love you, I love you.

You sleep in his bed tonight. Instead of being cuddled in the middle, you roll the farthest you can, turning your back to face away from him. He does the same.

“Are you still awake?” he whispers, barely audible. You don’t respond. 

You hear him exhale. “I’m sorry.”

Several minutes later, he stops stirring and his soft snores fill the quiet. Eventually, you fall asleep too, wiping your tears on the pillowcase.  

~~~

The next morning, you pretend that everything is normal at breakfast. Mrs. Braun prepares a feast, as usual, before you make the journey back to school. She remains ignorant to the fact that you and Reiner are no longer a couple. He mentioned it last night, how he doesn’t want his mom to worry, that it’s not the right time to break the news to her. Honestly, he’s too scared to confront it, knowing for a fact how big of a deal this will be to his family. You two are practically married in their eyes. Well, were.

You do your best to act like your cheery self, despite being close to dead inside. Reiner gives you nervous glances here and there, afraid you’ll explode any second. You keep your cool, though, making conversation with Mrs. Braun, feigning excitement for the upcoming semester. Laughing along to jokes about how Reiner should be more focused on his studies and less on the frat parties. Ha ha ha.

Around noon, with the car fully packed with yours and Reiner’s possessions, you bid farewell to his mom. She gives you a warm embrace, squeezing you extra hard. “Take care of yourself, dear. And take care of Reiner too. Love you.” It takes all the strength you have left in your feeble body to not sob on the spot, so you quickly return the sentiment and walk to the passenger side, closing the door shut, burying your face in your palms. A few moments later, Reiner joins you in the driver’s seat, one more wave to his mother before starting the car and driving away. 

It's silent for the first five minutes, you wiping your tears with your sleeves, him changing the song every three seconds on his playlist to preoccupy himself. He finally picks a song, a familiar one that you know all too well. It brings back memories of the summer right after you graduated high school. The melody synonymous with weekly road trips to the beach or warm nights staying in, watching a movie marathon in bed. A bowl of popcorn on your lap, his arm wrapped around your shoulder. His face nuzzling your ear, lips nipping at your lobe. Soft touches leading to rough sex, with your mouth biting the pillow to muffle your moans as he pumps his cock into you. The cuddling afterwards, him whispering that he loves you, and that he’s so happy that you’re both going to the same college. Because he wants nothing more than to stay with you, to be with you, for the rest of your lives. 

You can’t take it anymore. Before you realize, you reach over to shut off the radio, the silence louder than the music that was playing. He glances at you, mouth agape like he wants to yell, but he doesn’t. He focuses his attention on the road again, taking a deep breath before saying, “You could have asked me to change the song.”

You cross your arms over your chest, leaning your head against the window, watching the blur of buildings pass as you approach the freeway. “Every song on this playlist reminds me of you. Of us.”

He pauses, unsure how to respond. “I’m sorry.”

You’re sick of hearing it, but you don’t tell him that. Instead, you ask, “When did you know?”

“Know what?”

“That you wanted to break up.” After having a night to let it sink it, you’re ready to talk about it. At least, you think you are. 

He thinks carefully, knuckles tight on the wheel, brow knit. You wait patiently for his answer, growing more afraid of whatever harsh truth he’s about to drop on you. “It’s been on my mind all summer, if I’m being completely honest.” 

Never mind; maybe you’re not ready for this. Still, you let curiosity get the best of you. You swallow back the quiver in your throat, tears welling in your eyes again. “Why did you start thinking about it?”

He sighs, clearly uncomfortable. “Are you sure you want to hear this? I thought I already told you yesterday. It’s not you, it’s me.”

You can’t help but chuckle at the cliché. “I’d rather hear the truth than hear that bullshit again.”

He bites his lower lip, inhaling deeply through his nose. “I guess I started to think about how you and I have been together forever. Basically our whole lives. We don’t really know what’s it like to not be with each other.” 

“And that’s bad?”

He shakes his head. “It’s not bad. It’s just…college is supposed to be about experiencing new things, right? Stepping outside our comfort zone. I don’t know if we can do that if we’re together. We rely on each other so much; we’ll never be able to explore the real world.”

You continue to stare out the window, watching as you zoom past the other cars on the street. Reiner has always been a fast driver, foot heavy on the gas pedal, raring to go past the speed limit for that tiny rush of adrenaline. You, on the other hand, are safe, never willing to push the boundaries, even for a fleeting moment. Maybe this type of mentality goes beyond the steering wheel. 

After a moment, he asks, “Haven’t you ever been curious?”

“Of what?”

“What it would be like to date other people?”

It’s your turn to bite your lip, contemplating the question. In all honestly, you’ve never pictured yourself with anyone else besides Reiner. He wasn’t perfect by any means, and neither were you. But when you pour your heart and soul into one person for years, it’s difficult to imagine repeating that process with someone else. 

You choose your words carefully. “I never thought about it, no. But I…I guess I can see where you’re coming from.” 

He doesn’t respond to that. You can’t tell from his expression if he’s relieved or concerned. Minutes pass before he speaks again. 

“You’re still my best friend, Coco. I hope you know that.”

You bite down on your lip harder, hoping the subtle pain distracts you from the influx of tears gathering in your eyes. Throat dense, tongue heavy, holding your breath because if you don’t, it’ll all come to a crumble. Before you lose it, you tap on the dial of the radio, turning it to increase the volume, not caring what song is playing anymore. Anything to get rid of the strained silence at the end of those words. For some reason, it hurts more than what he said last night. 

He doesn’t continue and neither do you, him studying the road, you gazing at the evanescent glimmer of the ocean as you cross the bridge. Officially leaving Marley and entering Paradis, halfway to Stohess University. It was your top choice when you first started applying for college, and it became Reiner’s, too. And when you both received your acceptance letters, you were thrilled, and so was he. So much so that he ordered matching sweatshirts from the online store, ecstatic to let all his friends and family know that the two of you were going to Stohess, together. That part of your life, although not that long ago, seems like a dream. You’re wide awake now and the gut-wrenching reality of it all is settling in. 

Finally on campus, you point him in the right direction towards your new dorm. He finds parking right in the front, reversing the car and backing into the spot. Turning off the ignition, he remains still, waiting for you. Without facing him, you announce, “I’m going to check in.”

He nods, looking down at his lap. “Okay. I’ll unload the car.”

After you check-in and receive your key, you make your way back to the Reiner, who’s already taken out most of your belongings from the trunk. 

“I’m on the first floor, so I can take it from here,” you tell him, grabbing one of your suitcases. 

“I’ll help you. It won’t take long.”

You don’t argue, swinging another bag over your shoulder and leading him to Room 104. You unlock the door, relieved that it’s still empty. Not ready to face Annie, your roommate, just yet. Reiner helps move your heaviest items, the mini fridge and a box of clothes and shoes. When everything has been pushed into the room, you both stand around, hands on your hips, waiting for the other to speak first. 

“Thanks for your help,” you start. “I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I’ll help you with your stuff now,” you offer, grabbing your keys from the desk.

“No, it’s okay. I’m sure there will be some brothers there to help me.” He’s moving into the frat house on Greek Row, a few minutes’ walk from the sophomore’s dorms. Last year, the two of you lived in the same building, one floor apart from each other. It seems symbolic the way you’re separated this year.

“Anyways, I should get going,” he says, running his fingers through his hair. 

“Sure.” You consider stalling by asking him to help you unpack, but you decide not to. 

He looks at you, sadness in his eyes. For the first time all day, you finally meet his gaze, the lump in your throat returning. Stepping towards you, arms out, he embraces you, wrapping you snug in one of his signature bear hugs. “I love you, Coco. I really do. This is just something I have to do.”

You keep your arms to your side, nestling your face into his chest, memorizing the familiar scent of his t-shirt, tears soaking through the fabric. If you return his embrace, you’re certain you won’t want to let him go.

He kisses you on top of the head, giving you one last squeeze. Then, without another word, he walks out of your room, leaving you alone. 

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[kingprilbusbignaturals]

Okay, once again, this is going to sound a little unhinged, but right now, my thought is that the Ratgrinders found a portal to another plane by that lake where Lucy was last seen, which is also right by the Ratgrinding woods behind Aguefort. (Maybe they weren't actually ratgrinding the whole time and were instead secretly spending a lot of time on the other side of this portal??)

Maybe Lucy realized she wasn't truly happy with her god, and she ot the intense desire to try something completely different. At the end of sophomore year, Lucy was able to create a god in this other plane. She submitted a form to change her worship to this new god, to make it official. But tbh, she wasn't already completely sold on this new diety- she just met them... it was moreso that it was cool to be able to create something that big.

Bakur, who worships a Giant god himself, latched onto the energy of Lucy, this Giant descendant who was a cleric but wasn't devoted to a god. He somehow reached out to her through dreams or something and convinced her to worship his dead god. So she switches, devotes herself to bringing back this god, which kills her brand new god, making it unreadable on the form Riz finds.

Lucy tries to revive Bakur's god at the same place where her own god was born, but the ritual went awry, suspending this god in a kind of half-life limbo.

Lucy is either unable to or does not want to return to Spyre without finishing what she started. The Ratgrinders quickly withdraw her deity-change request, hoping it gets buried and nobody asks any questions about this now-dead god, and then they report her missing. Lucy gets pronounced dead.

Over the summer, the Ratgrinders request to have the new cleric for their schoolyear. Kipperlilly is devoting all her time to finding places where a god might have been created, eventually figuring out how Kristen created Yes! She realizes they can use Buddy to get into Sol's office.

Anyways, the main reason I think this could be along the right tracks is because, as I was reasoning out some of the logistical things (eg how would Lucy have known about a god that was going to have zero followers and die at the latest of a few short months???), I realized how similar Lucy's story could be to Kristen's:

A girl who was wholly devoted to her religion, who felt an obligation to her religion from her family. She knows deep inside this isn't the god for her, but doesn't let her community know at first.. She creates her own god through defiance of her expectations, but that's not enough to hold someone's longterm devotion and worship. She finds another offer... an "Evil Dead God"... but she understands ... she knows the world sees it as evil, but she knows it could be good.. if given another chance. And so she tries to rescue it.

There's been a lot of parallels this season, and this would work perfectly with mirroring Kristen. It would be sooo interesting to see the bad kids try to explain why this ^ was fine when Kristen did it, but needlessly dangerous when Lucy does it... especially when they're actively being accused of being favored by everyone at Aguefort.

alright... i do kinda have a theory for how everything connects together this season. but i just wanna take a second to acknowledge that i am taking some pretty big leaps... and yet i have completely convinced myself that i've cracked the case.

[luminnara]

Poly Lost Boys x pregnant!reader

The Lost Boys fall head over heels for the (human) reader...who is already pregnant. 

I wrote this on a whim and think it’s cute! Let me know what you think! This gave my brain a good itch so part two will be coming lol

Warnings: pregnancy, vague mentions of past abuse, David smoking all the time because he’s him

PART TWO HERE

Santa Carla, California was a town unlike anywhere you had been before...but with a nickname like murder capital of the world, you hadn’t really expected it to be normal.

The seaside town was full of colorful people--locals, wanderers, tourists, and, just like you, runaways. It wasn’t a place you ever thought you would be rolling through, but it was the only place you could think of where you could show up and nobody would ask questions about your past.

Plus, the bus fare was cheap and it was sort of all you could afford.

It had been a few nights since you arrived. You already loved the boardwalk, even though you couldn’t really drink anything and you couldn’t really go on the rides, but just walking around and seeing the sights and smelling the smells had you feeling like maybe you could call Santa Carla your new home. Was your motel shitty and cheap? Yes. Were you nervous being out in a new place like that? Also yes. But after everything you had just been through, the lights and the crowds were a welcome change, and there was no way you were going back now.

The aforementioned motel was the sort of place that offered cheap weekly and even monthly rates. While that was perfect for you—and way better than being stuck on the streets—it definitely wasn’t the coziest of places. It sure as hell wasn’t the Ritz. The wallpaper was peeling. The carpet was coming up in the corners and looked like it hadn’t been washed in…well, ever. There wasn’t much in the way of amenities, and you counted yourself lucky to have not run into any trouble so far, especially considering your current state of being, but hey, it would have to do.

It was your third night in Santa Carla, and you had slept the day away. You were fucking exhausted after a long bus ride, hunting for lodgings, and then finally letting all of it catch up to you, but now, it was time to get up and get shit done. As much as you wanted to sit down and cry, it wasn’t an option anymore, and if you didn’t figure out a job situation right fucking now, you and the kiddo didn’t stand much of a chance. 

The kiddo. 

As you looked at yourself in the cracked, somewhat dingy mirror on the back of the door, you sighed. That’s how you’d been referring to it: the kiddo. Your ex had plenty of name ideas, at first, before everything had gone down. Now, you couldn’t bring yourself to recall any of those names, and ever since running away with the last of your cash the week before, you’d been avoiding even thinking about them. It was too hard and too painful, and you were in Santa Carla hoping for the chance to start over and maybe make a new life for you and the kiddo, a nicer life than what you would have had before if you had stayed. Names weren’t your top concern, not when money and food and housing were all so much more immediately important. 

You rummaged around in your bag and pulled out a short, airy dress, one of the last things that was still comfy to wear. You were very obviously pregnant now, and there was little hope of hiding your bump with bulky sweaters. Besides, it was summer, and fuck, you wanted to look at least somewhat cute even if your life was falling apart. 

“Okay,” you muttered to yourself after fixing your hair and makeup, “Job search time.”

And that’s how you ended up walking down the boardwalk, peeking at every shop window to see if they had a help wanted sign. Unfortunately, they didn’t--they still had all their teenage employees until the schoolyear started, and store after store was letting you down. 

Until you saw VideoMax. 

The rental store was bright and trendy, and when you walked in and asked the man behind the counter if they were hiring, he looked you over with mild interest. 

“Yes,” he said. “I am, in fact.”

“I’d like to apply,” you said quickly. “I’ve...well, I’ve never worked in a video store, but I’ve got a flexible schedule and...well, I kind of really need a job, so...”

And then he smiled, introduced himself as Max, and told you that he needed an evening position filled because the last girl ‘left town.’ He seemed somewhat irritated as he said it, and you wondered if she had simply walked out of the job without giving notice or something. 

“No, no, nothing like that. She was a nice girl, really. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, I suppose.” Max said as he showed you how to run the register the next night.

You gulped.

“Santa Carla is a colorful place,” he explained. “With all sorts of people.”

“Yeah, I’ve, uh...heard the nickname.” you mumbled. 

Max chuckled. “Yes, quite a nasty moniker, isn’t it? I’m told the city government hates it. But please, don’t be afraid. My store is the safest place on the boardwalk.”

You looked at him curiously. “Why’s that?”

“None of those rowdy gangs out there are stupid enough to bother me.” he waved his hand dismissively. “I certainly hope you haven’t had the misfortune of running into any of them.”

“No, not yet,” you said. “I only got here a few days ago and I haven’t had much time to socialize...”

“Are you here alone?” he asked, glancing pointedly down at your belly. 

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “I...ran. I just couldn’t stay there with him anymore. It wasn’t safe for us anymore.”

Max hummed thoughtfully and nodded. “Protective mother.”

“Well, I guess…” you mumbled sheepishly. “I haven’t really started thinking of myself as a mother yet.”

“No?” Max asked.

“I guess it just hasn’t sunk in.” You shrugged.

“I’m sure that you’ll feel better with time. Family is important, after all.” Max said.

You nodded and smiled at your boss. So far, he was turning out to be an easy to talk to, relaxed kind of guy, and as the days passed one by one, you learned more about him. You found out that he didn’t have a family of his own, despite talking about the value of having one so much. He owned the video store and had a house outside of town, and besides Thorn, he seemed to be alone. He was smart and confident and an all around good employer, and above all, he was right about his shop being safe from the rough and tumble gangs out on the boardwalk.

Most of them, anyways.

-0-

Paul was the first of the boys to catch your scent. He was fucking bored, and he was starving, and it was making him whiny, something that David absolutely despised.

“Go find some food, then!” David snapped after Paul complained for the third time. They were lounging around their usual spot next to their bikes, leaning or sitting on the railing as they watched the crowds of humans around them. It was a normal enough night—clear skies, bright lights, and plenty of sights and smells to keep them occupied—but even David had to admit that he could go for some kind of action.

He wasn’t about to let Paul know that he was right, though.

“I don’t feel like goin’ out alone, man!” Paul said.

“Why?” Marko sneered. “Scared?”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth before I shut it for you,” Paul growled, lunging towards him.

Marko ducked out of the way easily as he laughed, and David just shook his head.

“Fine.” He said, standing up. “Let’s go. Lead the way, Paul.”

Paul jumped up eagerly, and the others followed as he started off down the boardwalk. It was rare that David let him take the lead, but tonight, Paul had more energy than the other three combined, and David was willing to take a step back.

When they ended up outside Max’s video store, though, he couldn’t just sit idly by.

“The hell are you doing, dumbass?” He growled, seizing Paul by the shoulder before he could go waltzing right in.

“What?” Paul asked, twisting to look back at him as he was suddenly pulled to a stop. “What’s the matter, man?”

“What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you?” David asked with a scoff. “Don’t you fuckin’ see where we are?”

Paul glanced up at the sign above the store and then swatted David’s hand away. “Cool it, man.”

“You know how Max feels.” David growled.

“Yeah, Paul,” Marko piped up. “We ain’t allowed in. He’ll skin us if we do it again.”

“Guys, seriously?” Paul asked, looking at them as if they were idiots. “You’re gonna totally pussy out?”

“Pussy outta what, Paul?” David raised a brow as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his coat and moved to light one.

Paul watched his hands and rolled his eyes. “Of course you can’t fuckin’ smell it…you’re always smokin’ like a chimney, man!”

David narrowed his eyes, but paused anyways. “The hell are you talkin’ about now?”

“I’m talkin’ about…” he closed his eyes, taking a deep inhale. “…that.”

David raised his lip in a sneer, getting ready to snap at Paul for being an asshole, but before he could, Marko let out an excited little noise.

“Shit, what is that?” He asked, mouth practically watering.

“Delicious,” Dwayne growled.

David glanced between the two of them and, seeing that they were in agreement with Paul, shoved his cigarettes back in his pocket. When he inhaled, all he could smell was the smoke that always clung to his skin and his clothes, and when he tried to snort to clear his nose, Paul let out a loud laugh.

“You’re totally nose-blind now, aren’t you?” He cackled.

“I am not!” David snapped, his tone dangerous. “You’re just a goddamn bloodhound…”

“Yeah, whatever.” Paul spun on his heel, not willing to wait a second longer. “I’m goin’ after that scent. Caught it earlier and it’s definitely comin’ from the store. Max can tear my head off for all I care…just wanna know what it is.”

Marko bounded after him, following at his heels, Dwayne only a step behind. David watched them go, too angry to yell at them for just walking off like that. Paul was right; he could barely smell anything useful now, and he hated that. Maybe it was time to finally figure out how to wash his fucking jacket or something.

Not about to let the others have all the fun, he walked after them briskly, shoving his way into the moderately-busy movie rental store.

And that’s when it finally hit him.

An absolutely mouth watering scent, but not the kind that made him hungry for blood. It was everything he loved wrapped up into one smell, and as it twisted and wafted around him, he nearly forgot where he was. His legs moved on their own, his head foggy. He could care less about whatever had happened to the rest of the gang. All he wanted was to be enveloped in that scent for the rest of his days.

“Can i help you?” A voice asked, bringing him back down to earth.

And when he looked down in irritation at whomever the fuck was stupid enough to pull him away from his new favorite thing, his eyes widened.

You had the most perfect face he had ever seen.

To his left, Paul was leaning on the counter. Leaning towards you. To his right, Marko was doing the same. They were busy chatting you up, and you were looking between them, lips pulled into a smile as you laughed at something Paul said.

But David couldn’t move.

He couldn’t speak.

He couldn’t even remember to breathe.

He just stood there, in shock, because he was pretty sure that this was some sort of love at first sight bullshit and he had no idea how he was supposed to handle that.

A quiet grumble sounded, too low and too soft for the human behind the counter to notice, and it took David a moment to realize that it was coming from his own chest. Dwayne glanced down and gave him a gentle, knowing smirk, and David didn’t even have it in him to snap and tell him to fuck off.

“I’m Paul, and this is Marko,” Paul was busy telling you. “Tall, dark, and handsome back there is Dwayne, and the grouchy one is David.”

You laughed lightly, and the sound was like music to their ears. “Nice to meet you all. I haven’t seen you around before…are you new in town?”

“Nah, we’ve been around for ages,” Marko winked. “Haven’t seen you, though.”

“Yeah, I guess I’m kinda the new one,” you smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “I got here not too long ago. Max was nice enough to give me a job.”

“Where is the old man, anyway?” Paul asked, looking around the store.

For a moment, you thought he looked worried, spotting a flash of panic in his eyes. Just as soon as it had come, though, it was gone, and the rocker you had met only moments before was back to the same old fun, stoner-looking guy he had just been.

“He’s taking his break,” you explained, nodding towards Max’s office at the back of the store. “You know him?”

“Well, I mean, not really—“

“Everybody around here knows Max,” Marko cut in, elbowing Paul sharply. “I mean, he’s the video store guy. Duh.”

Okay, well…that was a little weird, but you’d let it slide.

“Right,” you said slowly, finally taking the chance to look at the four boys in front of you.

They looked like trouble, that was for sure, and some part of you felt apprehensive. They were wearing leather jackets and ripped jeans, earrings dangling from their ears, fingerless gloves and mesh shirts just adding to an overall theme of maybe these guys aren’t as nice as they seem. You couldn’t bring yourself to be scared of them, though, and as you chatted for a few more minutes, you found that they were easier to talk to than anyone you’d met in your life.

That’s how, not much later, you ended up agreeing to hang out with them after your shift.

“I haven’t got much longer,” you said as they were making to leave. “Max doesn’t like to keep me on too late. Everything’ll still be open when I’m off—“

“Aw, baby, don’t worry your pretty little head,” Paul grinned. “We don’t have early bedtimes.”

“No curfews here,” Marko agreed. “We love the nightlife around the boardwalk. Right, David?”

The platinum blonde, who had barely said a word the entire time, finally looked at you. “That’s right, Marko.”

As his eyes met yours, he somehow managed to take your breath away.

“Maybe you’ll learn to love it too, sweetheart.” He said with a smirk.

Paul glanced at him in surprise, as though his words meant something more than you could ever hope to glean.

“Uh, y-yeah, I hope so,” you swallowed thickly.

David’s smirk only widened. “We’ll be waiting for you outside. C’mon, boys. Wouldn’t wanna upset Max. You know how he hates having riffraff in the store.”

Marko blew you a kiss, but you barely noticed. You were too busy staring after them as they left, walking out just as suddenly as they had come in. Alarm bells were ringing in your head. They were one of the gangs Max had warned you about, weren’t they? Shit, and you had just agreed to hang out with them! At the very least, they probably wanted to party, and you couldn’t exactly do much of that in your current state…oh, you’d really fucked it this time, hadn’t you?

“What’s wrong?” Max asked, suddenly appearing at your side. “You look rather flustered. Is everything alright?”

“I, uh…” you looked up at him and cleared your throat. “I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong.”

You watched as his brow furrowed and his nostrils flared slightly. “Are you sure?”

“Y-yes, I’m sure,” you nodded quickly. “I…might have made some new friends. I think.”

Max almost looked exasperated for a moment before he managed to cover it up with mild interest. “Oh, is that so?”

“Yes, I…agreed to hang out with them after my shift.” You said.

He hummed thoughtfully, and then gave you a nod. “Well, I’m sure that sounds lovely. I won’t need you here for too much longer tonight. A bit more work, and then you can go meet up with them.”

And so, less than an hour later, you were nervously walking out of the store, your jacket in your hands and your eyes peeled for the colorful biker gang you probably shouldn’t have even spoken to. You spotted them hanging out on a railing above a bench just a few shops down, David smoking while Paul looked at him hopefully.

“—you sure?” you heard Paul ask as you approached them.

“If she can handle it.” David said, breathing out a puff of smoke into Paul’s face.

“She totally can.” Marko said. “And we’ve still got plenty of wine—“

“If you guys were hoping to drink, I’m afraid I can’t really do that right now,” you said awkwardly as you appeared in front of them.

They scrambled to straighten up, their conversation abandoned as Paul and Marko both opened their mouths to greet you. Then, they took in the sight of your full body, no longer obscured by the counter, and their eyes widened.

Oh, great. They were upset, weren’t they? And you were an idiot for thinking they’d want to hang out with a pregnant chick.

“Wow,” Marko was the first to recover. “Look at you!”

Dwayne gave him a light shove. “Be polite.”

“Ow! I am!” Marko protested.

You sighed. “Sorry…”

“Sorry? For what?” Paul asked. “Girl, you don’t have a bun in the oven, you’ve got a whole loaf!”

For a moment, you just stared at him.

“Paul,” David growled, just about to ready to throw him off the pier for insulting you.

“What?” Paul asked.

Dwayne punched him in the arm, snarling another “be nice,” but when a laugh bubbled out of your throat, all four of them stared at you.

It was the first time you’d really been able to laugh about your situation, and God, did you fucking need that.

“You’re right, I kinda do,” you laughed, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye.

They all visibly relaxed, especially David, who tossed his cigarette over his shoulder without a single care as to where it ended up. They seemed to be looking at you with renewed interest now, their eyes more curious than anything else, and when you realized they hadn’t turned you away yet, you smiled. Maybe this would be alright, after all.

“Well c’mere, sit down.” David ordered, and for some reason, you felt compelled to listen.

Paul hopped down from the railing and offered you his hand. Even though you totally didn’t need his help, you took it, laughing at the goofy grin on his face as he raised your knuckles to his lips and pressed a kiss against them.

“My, how chivalrous,” you joked as you sat down on the bench. “But seriously, guys, I don’t wanna cramp your style or anything. If you wanna party, I can just head home—“

“Nah, we don’t really go to parties,” Marko said, plopping down next to you. “Sides, we don’t really wanna do anything without you around tonight. Right, Paul?”

“That’s right, Marko.” Paul agreed, leaning his hand on the back of the bench. “Gotta say, I am pretty bummed you’ve got a boyfriend, though…”

You paled. “Oh, no, I don’t. Seriously. I don’t even wanna think about that piece of shit.”

David moved around to face you and you watched him cock his head to the side. “What happened?”

You sighed. “Without going into detail…I guess I’m sorta on the run. I’m hoping he doesn’t find me here, if you catch my drift.”

For a split second, you saw white hot rage in his eyes, and then it was gone again. “Yeah. I got it. Where you stayin’, sweetheart?”

“Shitty motel.” You shrugged. “I’m planning on saving up for a little apartment soon, hopefully. Motel’s not really a place for a baby…”

“You need more than just a little apartment for that.” David scoffed.

“Well, excuse me for not having a nice salary right now,” you snapped.

He looked a little impressed by your tone. “You got some bite in you, huh?”

Marko laughed loudly. “You fit right in!”

You glanced over at him with a wry smile on your lips. “Do I?”

“Oh, totally!” Paul cackled. “Sassing’ David on day one? You’re way braver than us.”

“Yeah, you’re brave alright.” David said, pulling your attention back. “Takes guts to come to Santa Carla. Especially alone. Especially in your…condition.”

“Yeah, well…I kinda figured my ex wouldn’t follow.” You shrugged. “Plus, I didn’t exactly have much cash, and the bus was cheap. Motel’s cheap, too.”

“Don’t worry about the motel anymore.” David wrinkled his nose.

“Excuse me?”

“We gotta place you can stay.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

At your sides, Paul and Marko erupted into cheers. “Oh, hell yes! You’re gonna love our place, we got so much cool shit—“

“—all the weed you want, after you pop the baby out, of course—“

“—good drinks, all the takeout your heart desires—“

“And space.” David interrupted, his eyes boring into you. “Plenty of space.”

You were speechless. What the hell? You’d only just met them. You couldn’t just move in, that was insane! Although…your due date wasn’t too far off. You didn’t have a place of your own. The motel was better than the street, by a lot, but once the baby came, how were you gonna work? Max was a nice boss, sure, but you weren’t exactly expecting paid maternity leave. You were just a clerk at a video store, and you didn’t have the savings to be prepared for this.

“Room for a nursery,” Dwayne spoke up, sounding hopeful.

“No, I couldn’t impose like that,” you shook your head. “Besides, you guys wouldn’t want a baby around. I don’t have much longer, and you guys are probably way too cool for kids—“

“As if,” Paul interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. “We’ve already got a kid.”

“…what?”

“And we take great care of him, mind you,” Marko said. “We’re like, totally parental.”

You looked up at David, absolutely bewildered.

He looked back down at you calmly, as if he was certain you were going to accept their offer. “Come on. Let’s get you moved in.”

You chewed your lip. Logically, this was a bad move, but…there was something about them, about the way you could see how big and tough and scary they were, but how their body language was so gentle towards you, that had you thinking it was a good idea.

And so, with no better option, you accepted his outstretched hand.

(Continue!)

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I Choose You

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, crushes-to-lovers, kind of a soulmate!AU (it’s based on their scents), fluff, and smut

Warnings: Oral sex (Male and female receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, soft Dom!Taehyung, impregnation kink, and creampie 

Author’s Note: This fic is based on a prompt from the Spring Fest “Spring Will Come Again” hosted by @bangtanarmynet! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Prompt: Every Spring Fest, the unmated Alphas had to choose a mate but when Taehyung felt a pull, he didn’t expect it to lead to you.

“Come on!” Taehyung whined loudly. “Just tell me!”

“You know that I cannot tell you who is participating in the Mating Ceremony Tae,” Jimin giggled. “It’s against pack rules.”

“Alright, well just give me a clue,” Taehyung tried to bargain. The two of them were sat outside in the territory that belonged to their pack, deciding to enjoy their lunch in the newly nice weather.

“You know, to be an Alpha, you have no sense of patience,” Jimin laughed.

“And for you to be an Omega, you have no sense of loyalty to your best friend,” Taehyung pouted.

“Oh God, he’s pulling out the pouts,” Jimin groaned playfully. “If you’re so impatient about not being able to know who’s participating in the Ceremony beforehand, then why are you even doing it?”

The Mating Ceremony was an age old tradition in Taehyung’s pack that occurred every year, right at the start of the Spring Festival. For people who still believed in soulmates, the Mating Ceremony was an unbiased opportunity for those people to find the one that their soul desired. The Omegas and Betas would gather together, with their faces hidden, and it was up to an Alpha to use only their sense of smell to find the scent that they liked the most. 

Of course, a lot of people felt that scents weren’t the only important thing when it came to building the foundation of a relationship as time has passed but it was still an honored and revered tradition nonetheless. 

“Besides the fact that literally everyone that I know has found their mate during the Ceremony?” Taehyung huffed. “The fact that I’m almost 26 years old and haven’t found my mate yet.”

“Oh please, you say that as if you’re old and if you’re old, then I’m old,” Jimin said as he rolled his eyes. “And I’m definitely not old.”

“Well, you say that because you’re not alone,” Taehyung pointed out. “My parents found each other 27 years ago, Yoongi hyung found you three years ago, Joon hyung found Aareum the year before that, and hell, even Jin hyung found Jungkookie last year. Too long, didn’t read, I’m gonna die alone if I don’t do it.”

“I feel so bad for your future mate because you are so fucking dramatic,” Jimin laughed as he reached over and stole a French fry off of Taehyung’s plate.

“You’d have time to warn them if you’d just tell me who’s joining this year,” Taehyung tried to persuade him. “Come on, what’s the point in having the Head Omega as your best friend if he doesn’t supply you with useful information?”

“Oh, and here I was thinking that I was your bestfriend because I’m your platonic soulmate,” Jimin scoffed. “Look Tae, the entire point of the Mating Ceremony is to let your heart and your nose do the deciding for you. If I tell you who’s participating and who’s not, it’ll cloud your judgement and then the whole thing will be moot.”

“Ugh, fine Mr. “I wanna be ethical”,” Taehyung sighed as he stood up from the table. “I gotta go and finish up my gift for the Ceremony so I’ll see you later.”

“See you later, Pouty Pants,” Jimin giggled as he waved his hand and Taehyung began to walk around the territory. He wasn’t lying when he said that he needed to go finish working on his courting gift, but he figured that it wouldn’t hurt to take a walk around the pack’s territory before he did.

Taehyung’s pack was pretty tight knit, though it was considered to be considerably larger than the other surrounding packs. Even though Taehyung’s family weren’t the ones who founded the pack, his great-great-grandfather was one of the first members to join the pack so Taehyung‘s family line literally had stakes in the very beginning of the pack. 

Growing up, Taehyung had been pretty well known around the pack but after he presented as an Alpha, it was as if he were a celebrity. Every unmated Alpha, Beta, and Omega seemed to be after him and admittedly, he had enjoyed the attention for the last few years but now, he was ready to find his mate, settle down, and start a family.

Just as Taehyung walked around the corner that separated the school building and the doctor’s house, he collided with a figure that had literally rushed into him. 

“Hey!” Taehyung yelped, gasping when the papers that the person had been holding fell down onto the ground. 

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, bending down and beginning to pick the papers up. Taehyung bent down as well, helping when he realized who you were.

“Y/N?” He called and you looked up at him, your eyes widening when you realize who he was.

“Oh Taehyung, I’m so sorry,” you apologized, bowing your head to him.

“No no no, it’s ok. Don’t worry about it,” he assured you. “Just let me help you with these.”

“I already ran into you, you don’t have to,” you tried to say but Taehyung just cut you off.

“I want to,” he chuckled and you just decided to let it go as the two of you finished picking up all of the fallen papers. Once you were both done, you stood up straight and Taehyung handed the small stack of papers that he had collected over to you. 

“So, where were you off to that has you in such a rush?” Taehyung wondered with a smile. 

“Well, uh, the start of Spring marks the halfway point in the second half of the schoolyear for the pups so I was in a rush to get their progress reports finished,” you explained and Taehyung couldn’t help but to smile at how shy you still seemed to be around him. 

The two of you knew of each other from around the pack and you went to school together, being as though the two of you were born in the same year. Because of that, you both had a lot of mutual friends but the two of you never hung out much because you were really shy and seemed almost scared of Taehyung so he always made sure to give you your space. 

“Ah, you do work in the school building,” he chuckled.

“With the seven to nine year olds,” you smiled. 

“I remember, I remember,” he nodded. “Well, besides that, how are you?”

“Good, good,” you replied. “Busy as ever this time of year, but good. How about yourself?”

“I’m good, just preparing for the Spring Festival, ” he told her. 

“Oh, are you doing the Mating Ceremony this year?” You asked and he nodded his head. 

“Are you?”

“I’ve never done it before and I don’t think I’ll start now,” you giggled. “It’s not really my thing.”

“What, finding your soulmate isn’t your thing?” Taehyung teased.

“No, I meant that not being picked by anyone wouldn’t be my thing,” you clarified. 

“Oh please, somebody would definitely choose you,” Taehyung said. “I know that we don’t talk much but anyone can see that you’re a good woman and a great Omega. I bet that any Alpha would be proud to have you be their mate.”

“Oh,” you uttered in surprise, and Taehyung couldn’t help but to feel a little sense of pride at how flustered he had made you. “T-Thank you Taehyung.”

“You’re welcome,” he grinned. 

“W-Well, I have to go,” you murmured. “See you around?”

“Yeah, see you,” Taehyung agreed but he didn’t know if you’d even heard him because you were already walking, almost running, away from him.

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Even though the Spring Fest was being held during the first week of April, Taehyung had made the decision that he’d be participating back in December of the previous year and this was because he wanted to make sure he had enough time to prepare his courting gift. A courting gift would show his future mate that he was serious about them so it took Taehyung a lot of thought to decide what he wanted to give his future mate. In the end though, it was actually Taehyung’s mother who helped him. 

He off-handedly mentioned that he was trying to figure out a gift and she ended up giving him his great-grandmother’s engagement ring. It was a ruby that sat on a nest of gold diamonds, with a gold band to accompany it. Taehyung was familiar with it because it was a family heirloom and he was so honored that his mother trusted him with it. 

When the first day of the Spring Fest arrived, Taehyung made sure that the ring box was nestled safely in the pocket of his slacks before he checked his appearance in the mirror. Wanting to look his best, he settled on a button up dress shirt that was a deep maroon color and paired it with black slacks. He added a few simple accessories like a few rings on both hands and earrings but he skipped any necklaces or bracelets, wanting to makes sure that nothing would get in the way of someone being able to smell his scent. 

“Let’s go find our mate,” Taehyung whispered to himself, making sure to fix his hair one last time before hurrying up and rushing out of the front door of his house. 

The Mating Ceremony was to be held in the large flower garden that was towards the back of the pack’s territory. The logic behind it was that finding your soulmate amongst beautiful things would help your relationship with said soulmate be beautiful as well. 

When Taehyung got there, he immediately spotted Jin and Jungkook sitting together on a bench so he walked over to them. 

“Hi Tae hyung!” Jungkook greeted him happily. 

“Hi,” Taehyung replied. “You guys came for moral support?”

“You know it,” Jin nodded. “You look really good Tae-ah.”

“Ready to find your soulmate?” Jungkook wondered.

“Thank you, and hopefully,” Taehyung sighed heavily. “I’m so nervous.”

“Don’t worry hyung, all you have to do is trust your nose,” Jungkook told him. 

“Kook’s right, you know our senses will never purposefully lead us wrong,” Jin added. 

“Thanks for the advice guys,” Taehyung chuckled, reaching out and ruffling Jungkook’s hair a little. Suddenly, a voice erupted over the loud speakers that had been placed around the garden. 

“The Mating Ceremony is about to commence,” the voice that Taehyung recognized as Jimin announced. “If you are offering a gift, please get into position.”

“Well, that’s my cue,” Taehyung said.

“Relax and don’t worry,” Jin advised him. “Just...let it happen.”

“Ok,” Taehyung nodded before turning around and walking over to a large wall of white roses. Falling into line with several other Alphas and Betas who were also participating in the Ceremony, he waited with baited breath as another line of Omegas and Betas stepped into the garden and walked over to stand right in front of the wall of roses. 

Every Omega or Beta had a veil or mask over their face so that they couldn’t be seen, and their own choice of outfit but most of them were dressed pretty formally, just like Taehyung was. 

“Alphas and Betas who are presenting gifts, you know the rules,” Jimin spoke up again. “No sneaking a peek at anybody until you offer them your gift and they actually accept it, no trying to force your gift upon anyone who makes it clear that they do not want it, and trust your instincts! Happy finding!”

Taehyung then closed his eyes, taking a deep inhale in order to smell the air around him. He picked up a few scents here and there, with hints of chocolate and mint but none of them especially stuck out to them. He then opened his eyes and they slightly widened when he saw some of the Alphas and Betas already offering gifts to some of the Betas and Omegas who had been waiting. He had to admit, it kind of shocked him because it was seemingly so simple for them but not for him. Deciding to follow everyone’s advice and trust his senses, he shut his eyes again and took another deep breath it, and that was when he smelled it.

The initial wave that hit his nose was reminiscent of tangerines, and then that was mixed with the scent of berries that seemed to almost intermingle with the tangerine scent. Those were two very typical scents, especially for Omegas, but what really caught Taehyung’s attention was the scent of pink champagne. It was something that he had never smelt in a scent before and before he could even realize it, he was moving towards the source of the scent.

When he realized that he had stepped up to the person that the scent belonged to, he took a second to look over them. It seemed to be a woman, who had on a flowing white dress along with a small matching white veil. Taehyung reached out and extended his wrist towards their nose for them to be able to smell his scent clearly and when the woman let out an appreciative hum, Taehyung’s heart clenched because this was it. He had found the one. 

Taehyung reached into his pocket and took out the ring box, extending it towards the woman. The woman then reached out and took the box from it, a soft giggle coming from her as she did so.

“Thank you,” the woman said and Taehyung’s eyes widened because he recognized the voice, he just couldn’t remember where from. When the woman reached up and lifted the veil back from her face, Taehyung wanted to kick himself for not immediately recognizing who the voice came from. 

“Hi,” you smiled. 

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“I cannot believe that I didn’t know that it was you,” Taehyung huffed.

“Well, that’s kind of the point Taehyung,” you giggled from your spot on his bed. After the ceremony had ended, Taehyung invited you back to his house so that the two of you could have some alone time.

“I just didn’t expect this,” he said as he sat down next to you.

“Are you...upset that I’m your mate?” You asked wearily and Taehyung immediately shook his head.

“No!” He exclaimed. “Even though we don’t talk much, I know that you’re amazing. Hell, Jungkook raves about you all the time. I also meant what I said the other day.”

“W-Well, that’s good,” you replied shyly. “By the way, I’m sorry for not talking to you much over the years.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” he shrugged. “I just figured that you were shy and I don’t mind that.”

“It wasn’t shyness, though,” you blurted and his eyebrows rose. 

“Really?”

“The truth is, I’ve had a crush on you since you presented,” you confessed. 

“Y/N, that was almost 10 years ago,” he gasped in surprise. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I never thought that I had a chance,” You chuckled. “For years, every unmated Omega and Beta and even some Alphas have been after you. When you look at them and then look at me, I’m not as interesting or as beautiful when compared to them. I don’t know, I just don’t think that I measure up.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Taehyung admonished you. “You’re gorgeous Y/N-ah, and the sweetest person I know.”

“Really?” You deadpanned.

“Absolutely,” he nodded. He could tell that you didn’t believe him though, so he decided to be honest. “You wanna know something?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve had a crush on you too,” he admitted, making your eyes widen. “Not for as long as you have, but at least two years. I just never made a move because you seemed so shy around me and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because I figured that you just weren’t interested.”

“Seriously?” You gasped and he nodded. “We’re a big pair of idiots then, huh?”

“Definitely,” he laughed as he reached over and grabbed both of your hands in his. “It’s a good thing that we both decided to participate in the Ceremony then, huh?”

“Another confession? I only joined because I was hoping that my Omega would be able to say to your Alpha what I’ve never been able to bring myself to say aloud,” you told him. 

“And what is that?”

“That I want to be with you, Kim Taehyung,” you replied. Taehyung felt his Alpha preen at your confession and it wasn’t that Taehyung had doubted the validity of the Ceremony but actually being able to feel the connection between the two of you only solidified everything for him.

“I want to be with you too Y/N L/N,” he smiled. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you giggled and Taehyung let go of your hands to set his hands on your cheeks, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss began soft at first, the both of you feeling a little nervous since this whole thing was so new.

It wasn’t until you laid back on the bed, pulling Taehyung down along with you that the two of you became more comfortable, you opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to slide against yours. Taehyung set his hand on your thigh, gently tracing random shapes with his fingertips as you kissed each other passionately.

“Y/N, I have to ask you something,” he murmured and you pulled away from his lips to look up at him. 

“What is it?”

“Are you a virgin?” He wondered and you felt your cheeks warm up immediately. “I’m not trying to be intrusive or anything, I just want to know so that I can gauge how comfortable you are.”

“Do you remember when I dated Xiumin?” You asked him and he rolled his eyes.

“That dickhead? Yeah,” he huffed.

“I lost my virginity to him.”

“Well, I can’t say that I’m in love with that piece of information,” he admitted.

“I only dated him because I was trying to get over you, which sounds really bad when I say it out loud,” you laughed. “That was around the same time that you were dating Jisoo.”

“Ah,” he said as he set his fingertips over your lips to silence you. “We don’t mention that forbidden name.”

“Ok, sorry,” you giggled. 

“So, if I told you that I want to have sex with you tonight,” Taehyung began, making your lower half clench around nothing. “Would you want to?”

“Yes,” you rushed out. “I want to.”

“Good, because I want to too,” he smiled before leaning down and kissing you again. You moaned into his mouth when he moved over so that he was on top of you, his lips never leaving yours as he did so. He then trailed his lips downwards, licking and sucking on the skin of your neck. 

“Ohh,” you sighed in pleasure, reaching down and tangling your fingers in his hair. Taehyung pulled away and reached up to grab your hands, untangling them from his hair and holding your wrists firmly when he placed them back down on the bed above your head, holding them there. 

“You keep these here for me, ok?” He asked and you could tell from his tone that he was both asking for permission and clarification. 

“Ok,” you whispered and he smiled. 

“Perfect Omega,” he murmured as he went back to kissing your neck and you had to clasp your hands together because you were too tempted to reach down and touch him again. After he had left a few marks on your neck, he brought his hands up and grabbed onto your breasts which made you gasp.

“As beautiful as this dress is Y/N-ah, I think we should take it off now. Yeah?” Taehyung suggested and you nodded your head rapidly. He moved off of you so that you could sit up and he moved around the bed on his knees so that he was behind you. He reached out and pulled down the zipper on your dress, and you reached up and pulled the dress down off of your shoulders. Once your arms were out of it, you got up onto your knees and pushed it down your legs and onto the floor. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous Y/N-ah,” he muttered huskily as he took in the sight of you in your stark white bralette and white lace panties. Your Omega preened at his praise, making your cheeks warm up.

“Really?”

“Really,” he smiled, moving back around your body and leaning down so that he was face to face with your breasts as he reached out to grab ahold of them. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” you whispered as he pulled the material of the bralette to the side, causing both of your breasts to fall out. Without another word, he leaned forward and sucked your nipple into his mouth. You couldn’t help but to fall back on the bed, Taehyung falling along without a problem and not letting up on the onslaught that was his tongue.

Once your nipple had stiffened to a peak, he switched over to your other nipple and gave it the same treatment. You could smell your scent from in between your thighs, the notes of berries and pink champagne becoming stronger and stronger the wetter you became. 

You knew Taehyung could smell you too, because you could feel the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh. 

“Fuck, Alpha,” you whimpered. “Wanna suck you off.”

“Whatever you want baby,” he agreed easily after pulling his mouth away from you, sitting up and reaching down to unbutton his slacks. You sat up, watching with hooded eyes as he unzipped them, pushing them down a little bit so that he was able to pull out his cock and your mouth literally watered at the sight of it. 

Taehyung’s cock wasn’t enormous, but it was definitely longer than average and it looked to be thick. You reached out and wrapped both of your hands around his length, and you felt yourself become wetter when you realized that you couldn’t even wrap your hands around him completely.

“Fuck, I can smell you baby,” he grumbled and you moaned softly at the pet name. “Do you like what you see?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. He exhaled harshly, looking down to watch as you did your best to take as much of him in your mouth as possible. You actually managed to do pretty good, doing your best to breathe through your nose as you sunk down closer and closer to the base of his cock. 

“Oh fuck,” he huffed. “Such a good girl, taking Alpha’s cock down your throat.” Bringing your hands back up, you stacked both of them on top of each other as you jerked him off while suckling on the head of his cock. 

“God, that feels good. Makes me want to fuck your throat,” he grumbled. “You gonna let me do that one day baby? Gonna let Alpha use your mouth?”

“Mmm, yes Alpha,” you gasped after releasing him from your mouth, your spit acting as lube as you continued to jerk him off. 

“Fuck, lay down for me,” he instructed you. “I have to taste you.” You didn’t hesitate to follow his instructions, laying back on the bed and resting on your forearms as you watched him push his slacks and boxers down and off his legs before he moved onto unbuttoning his shirt. 

He wasn’t overly muscular but you could still see the outline of what would be a six-pack, and your inner Omega loved the fact that your Alpha would be able to protect you if need be. 

Taehyung laid down on his front in between your legs, pulling your panties to the side before leaning forward and licking a stripe up your pussy, from your slit up to your clit. You gasped, your thighs involuntarily coming to together but Taehyung’s hands came up to push them back down. 

“Be still and let me make you come baby,” he whispered and you nodded numbly. He then went back to licking at you, making you whine and squirm underneath him. 

“Huh, holy shit,” you gasped, your chest beginning to move up and down quickly as your orgasm approached you. “Please don’t stop Tae.”

“Mmm,” he moaned against you, shaking his head back and forth over your clit which made his tongue do the same. 

“Do that again,” you requested and he obliged you, shaking his head back and forth rapidly and you felt your orgasm winding to it’s end in your abdomen. “Fuck yes, I’m gonna come.” Your head fell back onto the bed and just as you closed your eyes and felt yourself about to tip over the edge into ecstasy, Taehyung pulled away from you. 

“What?” You whimpered as you opened your eyes, looking down at him. 

“I want you to come on my knot,” he told you. He reached out and grabbed the band of your panties, pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. He then settled himself in between your thighs, leaning down and letting his cock rub against your clit. 

“If you want me to come on your knot, you shouldn’t do that,” you whimpered.

“You could come like this?” He wondered in awe and you nodded your head. “We’re gonna have to test that out one day.”

“We have the rest of our lives for that,” you promised him. 

“You got that right,” he smiled, moving his hips so that he could slide inside of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands gripping onto his arms as he slowly opened you up. 

“Fuh, fuck,” you stuttered, your eyes fluttering closed at how good he felt inside of you, stretching you out in the best way.

“God, you’re so tight but you’re opening up so well for me baby,” Taehyung grunted, making sure to push his hips as close to yours as he could so that he could go as deep as possible. “You really are my mate, huh?”

“Yes,” you whispered, your mind barely being able to comprehend his words because the feeling of being completely and utterly clouded all of your senses. He continued to roll his hips against yours, his cock dragging against your walls as he did. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, how much I’ve thought about this,” he muttered. “I’d see you walking around the territory all shy, keeping your eyes low so that people wouldn’t approach you and all I could think about was that you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and how much I wanted to fuck you with my knot.”

“Mmm, knot,” you slurred, making Taehyung smile because of course knot was the word that you caught. 

“I’d watch you with the pups, teaching them and being so gentle and patient with them and my only thought would be about how I wanted to fuck some pups of my own into you so that you could be their mother,” he groaned, his hips stuttering slightly when he felt your walls clench around him like a vice grip. “Oh, you want that? Want Alpha to give you some pups?”

“Fuck yes,” you moaned wantonly, moving your own hips so that you were fucking back onto him. “Want your cum, want a pup.”

“I’ll give it to you baby,” he swore as he began to fuck you faster. “Alpha will give you anything you want.”

“W-want you,” you whined as you felt your orgasm quickly building back up again. 

“You have me baby,” he chuckled deeply. “You always have, I think.”

“A-alpha, g-gonna c-c-come,” you managed to utter as your body moved up and down the bed, the force of Taehyung fucking you literally moving you on the bed. 

“Go ahead so that I can knot you gorgeous,” he encouraged you. You reached down and set your fingertips on your clit, only managing to make two circles on it before you were coming. Your thighs spasmed and clutched around Taehyung’s waist, the rest of your body shaking on the bed from how forceful your orgasm was. 

“T-Tae,” you whimpered, your body shivering even after the crest of your orgasm had passed. Taehyung leaned down, pressing soft kisses against your face that were in stark contrast to how he was still fucking you. 

“So good for me baby,” he whispered. “Came so prettily for me.”

“Kiss me,” you pleaded weakly and he just smiled at you before pressing his lips against yours. The force coming from how hard he was thrusting into you caused your mouth to fall open and Taehyung didn’t hesitate to stick his tongue inside, exploring around.

You literally felt his cock pulse inside of you and before you could pull away in order to ask, ropes of his cum flooded into you. His knot inflated immediately afterwards, making you moan as it forced its’ way inside of you. 

“Holy shit Y/N-ah,” he panted as he hid his face in your neck, collapsing on top of you. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”

“Me either,” you admitted with a giggle. “I loved it though.”

“Me too,” he muttered as he pulled himself up so that he could look down at you. “I know this is probably a weird thing to ask given what we just got finished doing, but you accept the fact that you’re my mate right?”

“Tae, of course,” you smiled. “My Omega would hate me if I rejected you and you know our wolf side doesn’t lie.”

“I guess I just wanted to know if it was as strong for you as it was for me,” he mumbled and you placed your hands on his cheeks, making him look down at you. 

“You’re my mate Kim Taehyung,” you told him. “I knew it and felt it the moment that you gave me your wrist and I smelled your scent.”

“I knew it too,” he smiled. “I’ll give you your bite in the morning, I’m just too tired right now.”

“No complaints from me,” you laughed. “Coming so hard can definitely take a lot out of a person.” Taehyung then laid his head down on your chest and you reached up, setting your hands in his hair as you began to play with the sweaty strands.

“I’m so glad that my Alpha chose you,” he muttered sleepily and you could feel the goofy smile spread onto your face before you leaned down and kissed the top of his head. 

“Me too Tae,” you sighed in contentment. “Me too.”

[anbubisibuna]

Anubis the Return of Sibuna Das Haus Anubis HC's:

One thing I like that Das Haus Anubis didn't do this movie, is that I can Headcanon whatever I want for the characters.

In Das Haus Anubis

What the characters are doing 2 years later:

They are 20/21 years old.

In my HC the still have a year after Season 3 ends. This means they had 13 schoolyears. In some places this G9 existed in Germany I googled.

Nina: In Het Huis Amubis Nienke studies Medicine. And I was immediately no. This doesn't suit Nina at all. She doesn't seem that smart or strong like Nienke that she can pull through Medical school imo. Nina studies Literature. and she's living together with Daniel. She has a part time job in store selling school stuff.

Daniel: In Het Huis Anubis Fabian studies Aerchology. This would also fit for Daniel. He is studying Geology. He works a part time job working in some Geoscience company. ( idk). His parents also pay some of their rent. He plans on doing the doctor in Geology.

Delia: In Het Huis Anubis Amber is a Model. But Delia has so many Talents when it comes to planning and her creativity is just.... She studies Communication. She is in a relationship with Felix. They have been dating for a year and a half. She lives 10 minutes away from him in flat her father pays for.

Felix: I don't think we know what Appie is doing in Het Huis Anubis? Right? But Felix is working on to study Video game Designer. ( It's canon that he was terrible in school so he had to do some detours). He's the worst one doing in school after Kaya. He lives with Magnus. Listen those two living together. Amazing. He is also in a relationship with Delia who sometimes sleeps over.

Magnus: In Het Huis Anubis Jeroen is homeless living in a dumpster selling some artifacts. This doesn't suit him at all because he is not as messed up like Jeroen is. I mean I like Jeroen but I do think Magnus is alot more likely going to therapy or he already does and this doesn't end up him living a life like Jeroen does. He's also shows less asocial tendecies like Jeroen does. Jeroen is more like the type of guy: " Fuck society I do what I want." type of person. Where Magnus is more included by the group. ( They really did Jeroen dirty though). At first I was Economics. Because that's the most obvious answer. But then I was no. After all his father had to go through he decides to study Law. He lives together with Felix in a small flat his father pays for.

Mara: We don't know what Noa is doing in Het huis Anubis or if her and Jeroen are still dating. But I hc that Mara and Magnus are still dating but are in a long distance relationship for that moment. Mara studies in Barcelona with her sister. Take back from Season 2 where she tells Magnus that she wants to live in nice City like Barcelona with her sister. .We also know that Mara is intelligent Mara is studying Chemistry currently in her 3th Semester. Magnus father pays a part for her studies. Because she was the reason he got out of jail. She does come back to Germany to live with Magnus ( and Felix) after finishing the 6th Semester.

Luzy: We don't know what Patricia is doing. But after her year in America she comes back to Germany. She lives with Charlotte, Max ( Her boyfriend) and Kaya. Luzy studies Journalism. She works part time in a Ice Cream Shop.

Charlotte: Charlotte is highly intelligent. Probably more so than Daniel. She's studying Physics. She's working on doing her doctor in Physics. She lives with Luzy, Max and Kaya. She's still in a relationship with Kaya.

Kaya: Kaya isn't the sharpest tool. We all know. And the thing he is the most interested is sports. He's studying Sports. While still living together with Charlotte, Luzy and Max he works part time in a fitnesstudio. His father wants him to be more independent. So he refuses to pay his rent.

Max: Max is living with Luzy, Kaya and Charlotte. He does study Photography. He has inherited a small booth from his uncle where he sells candy. His father pays some of the rent.

Relationships:

Nina and Daniel:

Daniel buys Nina nice notebooks she can practice her writing in

Mara and Magnus:

The two make study dates where they study in front of eachother via video chat.

The two make sure to see eachother during the Hollidays where they either go to Mara's family or to Magnus father. ( depends where he is at the moment)

They send eachother gifts.

Delia and Felix:

The two started dating after Felix helped her with some of her studies and Delia pushed him on pursuing the studies he wants instead of what his father wants.

Delia sleeps over at Felix and Magnus' place every other weekend. The other weekend Felix is at her place.

Luzy and Max:

Max takes the pictures when Luzy is writing articles.

Luzy sometimes works as a Model for Max. When he needs pictures for school.

Charlotte and Kaya:

Kaya brings Charlotte a Energy Shake after every shift he works at the Fitness center.

Charlotte does help him with some in Anatomy.

[mugglebrn]

"MM, YOU'RE LIKE A DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER," Hermione jokes, kissing along his jaw, already knowing by the way his hands had stopped their wandering that he would be the one exerting all the self-control and ending this before they went any further. A blanket in the forest was honestly enough for her, as long as it's with him, but she knows that he wants to show her he can make it special. And a part of her wonders if he also wants that romanticism for himself. They've talked about his sexual and romantic history probably less than they should and she is curious about it.

"You know, I try my best to squash down those worse personality traits," like her jealousy, arrogance, and vindictiveness (to name a few). "And here you are, telling me you find them attractive," giving her reason to ignore her better angels and indulge in the (sometimes petty) behaviour. Hermione can't fault him because she's also not innocent of the crime of enabling. There's little that turns her on more than his fingers digging possessively into her hips and his voice growling low in her ear that she's his and nobody else's.

As she anticipated, he rolls onto his back beside her, and though his arm remains, she pouts over the loss of his weight atop her. "And to think, you've not even seen me in shorts yet," she's never really thought on it much before, but if he enjoyed her muggle winter attire so much, then the summer would send him ravenous. With cooling charms, the wizarding world had little need for denim shorts and summer dresses.

Hermione rolls over to face him, propping up her head in her hand and reaching out with the other to trace patterns across his chest. She doesn't think that she'll ever tire of touching him. "End of the schoolyear, and then what?" she asks, wondering what his plan is. Wondering how intertwined she is in it all, because honestly, she isn't even sure what her plan is. Work, of course. But the only home she knows is in muggle London, cut off from this side of her life. Staying at home with her parents while she gets set up after school is just putting distance between herself and her friends, between herself and Draco. And she doesn't know how easy that will be to combat. They aren't even connected to the floo system for Merlin's sake. "Do you have any idea how you're going to tell your family? Where you're going to live?"

This had not been the plan, it wasn’t what he had wanted for the date. It was what his completely torturous hormonal mind and body wanted. But still, it was so difficult to stop when he’d have a taste, no matter how small. These dates were not just so they could spend what little time they could steal away for themselves, but also for him to prove that he had been honest after Yule Ball weeks before, that she was important and this had been, she had been, something he had never expected wanting.

But he does, and the more she moans and pushes against him, the more he feels the control slipping. But their first time won’t be on a blanket in the forest. Not because it couldn’t be almost romantic, maybe. But they were there because they were hiding, and he wants to give her more. At least a bloody bed, some candles, and more of everything. “ I know you don’t share, I see the daggers you glare at the Slytherin girls. ”

There is one specific one, but he doesn’t want to say her name, she doesn’t matter, but it would ruin the moment. “ Is it bad that I want you to be completely possessive of me? Just threaten and hex any witch that comes near me. Not because I’d care for them, just because you’d look insanely hot doing it. ” A chuckle before he pushes forward, one thigh moving between her legs. “ While I do enjoy the sneaking…” Twirling a curly strand of hair between his fingers, Draco continues.

“ We won’t have to sneak around for long. Just until the end of the school year. ” A promise, a statement. “ And then everyone will know. ” He doesn’t want to think about it, knows what will come with it, what he’ll be, they’ll be against. But, it isn’t enough to make him falter or back down. “ Ugh, it’s insane how little control I have around you. ” Nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck knowing that she could feel the hardness between his legs. “ You’ll be the death of me Granger, and I’ll welcome it. Especially in these muggle clothes, do they have to be so tight? ”

A grunt, but one of appreciation. He was sure the way her legs looked like in pants, would be reason enough to stop all this muggle-hating nonsense. They have attributed enough if anyone asked him. Leaning back, a grin on his face as he kissed her once before plopping down beside her, one arm around her, he needed to take a breath.