#oh ill never move on from this character. i see his name my eyes are full of tears i MISSED him my friend tyrion

[attonitos-gloria]

Remember when this happened. It was so funny

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

The Tiefling Bachelors Taking Care of Sick! Reader Getting Treatment

A/N: This was sitting in my drafts, finished months ago, but I guess I never posted it? Oh well, it’s here now! 

No one asked for this but it came to me as I was getting infused the other day. I really wanted Zevlor to manifest out of thin air and hold my hand  😔. Anyway, without further ado… Here we go!

Characters: Dammon/Reader; Rolan/Reader; Zevlor/Reader

Word Count: 1.1k 

TW: Brief discussions of illness, some fantasy medical talk

Dammon- 

Dammon is probably the most fussy of the trio. He’s bumbling around the tent, ensuring you have enough blankets and water. Or do you want tea? Juice? Whatever it is, love, name it and he will fetch it for you.

He means to be helpful although his nervous waiting on you does create an air of anxiety in the room. 

If he gets too manic, the healers have to send him out on an ‘errand’, so that he can collect his nerves and so you have time to yourself. 

When he returns, Dammon is much calmer, having been cornered and given a pep talk by one of the elder tieflings or your companions outside. 

He’ll sit across from you, and distract you by showing you his latest outlines/blueprints for swords and lathes and such. 

If you’re particularly stressed, or truly not feeling well due to the side-effects of the treatment, he might even show you his jewelry designs. Dammon was, of course, planning to give them to you as a present after you’d finished your treatment, but in the meantime, he’d like you to keep them in mind to have something forward to look to. 

If you’re sleepy, he’ll just stay at your side while you rest, sketching in his book or making idle chats with the healer. 

Dammon excels at ‘parallel play’ kind of dates. He quite enjoys it when the two of you are each doing their respective thing within a shared space. He’s more than comfortable amusing himself while you just chill out right next to him. 

Of course, before you leave, he asks the healers a million questions, scrambling down all their answers. How long will this last? What side effects should you look out for? What happens if things get worse? He wants to be prepared after they take their leave, and he sees it as his responsibility to take care of you as you recuperate. 

He’s really so sweet, like a little puppy dog. He’s not always the most helpful, and he has a tendency to get in the way, but his efforts never fail to lift your spirits at the end of the day.

Rolan-

Rolan is such a stickler for being an oppositional brat all the time. He gives everyone around him whiplash by turning into the most overbearing parental figure. You’d think he’d been possessed if it wasn’t for that trademark smirk of his. 

He’s constantly making you drink. No, he doesn’t care that you’re not thirsty, the healer said to stay hydrated throughout the process. And no, he doesn’t care that it means you have to get up to pee every 15 minutes. Urinary frequency is a small price to pay! Now be a good patient and drink your chamomile tea without any more complaining, yeah?

He watches the healers like a hawk, mentally recording their every word/move. He’s not a cleric or druid, but that doesn’t mean he’s entirely naive to healing magic. He wants to make sure whatever spells or potions you’re being given are up to his standard. 

And if the healing isn’t magical in nature... Oh boy, he’s going to be even more of a pill about it. He still hovers of course. But he also makes the occasional ‘helpful’ suggestion like: ‘I know a spell that could do that faster’, ‘Herbs are nothing compared to the power of the Weave’. The healers just roll their eyes and work around him. 

If he gets really grouchy, you’re gonna have to put him in a time-out. If not for your sake, then for the poor healers who are just trying to do their job. Rolan argues for a moment, but ultimately agrees, leaving to gather himself. 

When he comes back you can tell either Cal or Lia have spoken some sense into him, since he’s calmed down a bit. Rolan will sit with you, read to you, hold your hand if you beg ask, he might even perform a few tricks for you if you’re feeling up to it. 

He ushers the healers away as soon as they're done, wanting to just be alone with you. He puts up a tough exterior, but deep down he’s afraid. He cares for you so much. You, Cal, and Lia are his family, he feels it's his job to protect you, but try as he might he cannot protect you from your illnesses, and that hurts him deeply. 

You’ll need to comfort him once all this is all over. It’s as much an ordeal for him as it is for you.

Zevlor-

Zevlor is a worry-wart, bless his old paladin heart. His mind is always racing with endless possibilities- about the tieflings, about the grove, about you… It can be a lot for the commander to handle. 

But because Zevlor is a paladin and former hellrider, he has a good amount of experience working under pressure. He knows how to keep a level head and act on what is good for those around him, unlike what seems easiest to accomplish. 

He’s a very disciplined man, and he tries to get that discipline extended to you as you heal. He sets up a regime, for diet, exercise, and socializing catered especially to your needs and current abilities. He wants you to utilize this time to maximize your healing, and just let yourself trust that you are doing all you can to take care of yourself. 

He trusts the healers implicitly, knowing their expertise is much better suited to you and your current priorities. He’ll cater his regime around their recommendations, taking into accommodation your current feelings/moods of course. 

He writes out instructions for you to read while he’s away, busy tending to his duties. In the event he’s especially worried about watching over you, he’ll send Tilly or another one of his soldiers to check in on you periodically. 

Zevlor would love nothing more than to spend the entire day with you, keeping you safe in his embrace, but he’s wise enough to understand that even amidst these kinds of things, life must go on. He cannot abandon his duties as leader and you cannot abandon your life. 

Zevlor tries to maintain the status quo as best as possible, he doesn’t want your illness and treatments to entirely define your life, just as he wishes Elterel will not solely define his. 

Once all is said and done, he comes to find you, a warm broth in his hands. He settles down next to you as you sip your meal slowly, his tail coiling around your waist keeping you close to him. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you, you don’t need to. It’s clear to you what’s in Zevlor’s heart. 

The two of you just sit silently together, enjoying each other's company, as you brace yourselves for yet another new dawn. 

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[moonlightpetalz6]

When You're Gone

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Nanami Kento

Reader: Fem!reader

Warnings: Angst, readers death, violence, blood, swearing, pet names

Context: The reader ends up dying due to missions/illness. This is their reaction after you are gone.

Word Count: 3,109

A/N: Hi! Hi! I'm pretty new here so I hope I'm doing this right. I wanted to get back into writing so I thought why not give this a try! I hope you all can enjoy it!

Part 2

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Gojo

Gojo stood there with his eyes wide and mouth slightly open as he listened to Shoko give him the news. "Gojo… I'm so sorry." She whispered, unable to make eye contact with her old friend. He said nothing; all Gojo could do was stand there, his body trembling as his sapphire eyes trailed towards the open door behind Shoko, whose lips were still moving. There, through the small opening, he could see it. The table in which your now dead body lay unmoving and cold. 'She's right there…' Gojo thought while his fingers twitched, eyes wavering. 

Shoko, who hadn't been able to look at her friend, slowly lifted her eyes only to stare in shock at what was before her. Gojo stood there not uttering a single word while tears leaked from his eyes. Shoko took note of the blood dripping from his lip as he unconsciously bit down on the tender flesh. "Gojo you-" He was gone Before she could finish her sentence. Three days later, he watched as your body entered the ground, or at least what was left of your body. "They say it was a special grade curse. It came out of nowhere and killed her comrades and the other sorcerers with her." Someone whispered. "I heard that Gojo was supposed to accompany them but got busy with another mission." Another added. 

Gojo stood silently before your grave, his eyes masked with a blindfold. Though he appeared like he wasn't listening to anyone, he was. He listened to everyone at your funeral, ensuring that no one had bad-mouthed your name in his presence. 'Good…your name is still clean, my star.' 

About a week after your death, Gojo requested to go on a mission due to his eagerness to get back into the field, so soon after your death, rumors began to spread amongst the sorcerers. Some said that Gojo was running away, while others claimed he never cared for you. As these rumors spread back home in another area of the country, Gojo stood in a deep crater; blood littered the space around him as curses kept coming from all directions. Gojo stood there, his usual sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. 

He let out a deep breath while stepping forward, his body wobbling as if he wasn't fully aware of his movements. "Enough…" He whispered, his voice filled with venom. The curses paid him no mind while charging towards the sorcerer, each one determined to end his life. Gojo grits his teeth; if his jaw were to clench more, it would break. "Just hurry up and fucking die! All of you!" he shouted, tears running down his face. Gojo's eyes, usually so clear and bright as day, were bloodshot and contained a dark hue. "Die! Die! Die! Dammit!" He screamed as loud as he could while annihilating every curse. 

Gojo's mind was blank of all rational thinking, his breathing heavy while his chest ached with each movement he made. "Why do you keep taking them from me?!?! What did I do to you, dammit?!?!" Gojo cursed all the gods, his heart unable to process any more pain. An image of you flashed through his mind. You were so beautiful as you stood in front of him. Your body language was everywhere as you shyly avoided eye contact with him. 

"Haha! What's got you acting all shy like this? Am I that handsome that just standing next to me is too much?!" He cried out dramatically while pretending to shy away from false embarrassment. You stood there with a pout while looking up at your childish boyfriend. "Oh, shut up! As if!" Gojo just laughed while you punched his chest. You looked at him with a slight frown on your face. "Why do you always do that?" Gojo hummed, looking at you with a curious brow. "You always let me touch you…why?" Your question caused him to look up in thought before he smiled. "Don't know! I guess I love you that much!" He laughed, watching the giant blush cross your face as you looked away. 

"A-anyways, Here!" You yelled, shoving the neatly wrapped gift towards him. He looked at the present, slightly surprised, before smiling as he happily snatched it from your hand. "Oh~ What's this~?" he sang while carefully unwrapping the gift. He smiled, seeing the glasses case, remembering how he had mentioned needing a new pair of sunglasses almost a month ago. He carefully opened the case, noting that this was the brand he loved. You were always so thoughtful and careful when it came to details. He loved how your eye would twitch whenever he purposely forgot an item you needed for events or cooking. 

 "So you won't complain anymore." Your words snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked at you. You stood there with a slight pout as you nervously messed with your fingers. "You keep forgetting so…I thought it would be a nice present." He felt his heart flutter as he watched you grow embarrassed, the blush on your face making him want to smother you in kisses. "Awe! My Y/n is the sweetest and most thoughtful!" He gushed while picking you up bridal style. You just screamed at him, face red, "I-idiot! Satoru put me down! I hate you!" You cried out while he just laughed. 

Gojo stood there panting while the last curse vanished before his eyes. Just then, the bridge connecting his lens snapped, causing the sunglasses to fall from his face. He quickly caught them in his hands, staring down at the broken pieces. Tears formed in his eyes again as he bit his lip before falling to his knees. 

"How am I supposed to get new glasses now, Y/n? I can't remember anything without you."

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Geto

Geto ran through the hospital corridors, screaming your name as he pushed past anyone in his way. His heart clenched when he turned the corner and saw his friend hunched over while sitting on the waiting bench. "Satoru! Where is she?!" Geto cried as he reached his best friend. Gojo looked at him with a pained expression as he slowly went and stood in front of your boyfriend. Gojo made sure to take in his friend's current appearance. Geto stood there, hands on his knees as his body heaved heavily with each gasp of breath. His hair started falling out of his usually kept bun while his eyes strained and filled with fear. It pained Gojo to see his best friend looking like such a wreck, and for good reason. 

"Suguru…" He spoke in a defeated voice, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Getos's heart stopped when he heard his name. he could feel his knees shake as he reached for his friend. "Hey…come on." He started as he gripped Gojo's uniform, his knuckles turning white. "She's fine, right, Satoru? She's really strong, remember! So she has to be…fine…" Geto trailed off as his mind processed the wet feeling on his hands. His body stiffened as he slowly looked down at the clothing he held in his fists. There, he noticed the blood staining the fabric. Tears started to spill from his eyes as he shook Gojo while screaming. "No! No! No! You promised me, Satoru!" cries echoed throughout the empty hall as Geto fell to his knees. 

"You both promised me you'd be fine." Those words stung the blue-eyed sorcerer, who couldn't help but fall to the floor with his friend as he held him in his arms, mumbling apologies after apologies. "Tell me this is just one of her jokes, Satoru… It's one of her fucked up jokes." Geto continued to cry as loud as he could, unable to accept your sudden death. The next day, Geto had you cremated and brought you back to your shared home. You had no family and had always talked to him about how if you were to die first, you wished to be turned to ashes so you could still be near him. "What a stupid thing," Geto whispered as he sat on the floor, hugging your urn like it would vanish instantly, just like you had from his life. 

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Weeks went by, and no one had heard anything from Geto. He stayed locked inside his home, his eyes void of emotion as dark circles lay under his eyes from the immense lack of sleep. He sat on the floor of your shared room, scanning all the clothes and items that littered the area. His eyes felt so dry from all his tears within the last few weeks. He let out a small groan as he pinched the bridge of his nose before taking note of the small hairpin in his hand. It was a black hairpin with gold flakes splattered around it, a small crescent moon resting at the end with two small star chains that hung off it. He remembers seeing you always wear it, claiming it was your favorite. 

"You know I can always buy you a new one, right?" Geto asked as he sat on the edge of your shared bed, his arm resting on his knee as he placed his chin in his palm. "Huh? What are you talking about?" You asked your boyfriend, a questioning look on your face. You were never one to ask for anything, nor did you like it when people bought you things, which was tough for Geto as he just wanted to spoil you. "The hairpin…you wear that one all the time. Don't you want a new one?" You just looked at Geto with a slight smile on your face. 

"I don't mind wearing this one all the time! Besides, it's my favorite one!" You laughed, a slight hue on your cheeks while you went and gently touched the hairpin. "It's so beautiful and brings me joy…p-plus it reminds me of someone." With those last few words, Geto's ears twitched as a sly grin crossed his face. "Oh~ and do say who that someone is, my little angel~" Geto teased as he went and grabbed you by the waist, making sure to pull you back onto the bed with him. You just squealed as you laughed lightly, hitting his chest. 

"Suguru! Stop it, you dummy!" Geto closed his eyes in bliss, loving how your laugh sounded so angelic to his ears. "Gosh, I love your laugh." He whispered as he hid, nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You blush, a slight smile on your face as the hairpin makes a little noise while you move to kiss Geto. He hummed as you pulled away before you started playing with each other's hair. "I love your hair… It's so pretty." You cooed, giving a strand a small kiss. Geto blushed before doing the same to yours. "I love yours as well." 

Geto sat there, tears falling from his eyes once again as he clenched the hairpin in his hand, bringing it towards his lips and placing a shaky kiss. 

"Y/n…my angel… who's going to play with my hair now…I wanna place this hairpin in your hair once again."

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Nanami

Nanami stood there, eyes wide, as he held your hand in the hospital bed. You had been diagnosed with an incurable illness when you were very young. He knew this when he first asked you to be his girlfriend. He had thought that the disease wouldn't kill you for a long time as it had been over ten years since you had been diagnosed. He was such a fool. About five years into your relationship, your condition took an immense turn for the worse, and you were left bedridden with a time limit of only three months. Nanami couldn't believe you would be going through his life so suddenly. You, his precious flower. 

He had made sure to visit you every single day, minus the days when he was forced away on missions that you would fight him to go on saying things like, "You can't stop saving people and doing your job just cause I'm sick Kento! That's so unattractive!" You would huff while pointing a finger at him. Nanami would flinch as if he were struck with an arrow by your words before setting off the next day to complete the mission as fast as possible. Each day, he would bring you gifts like flowers, books, desserts, you name it. Each time he did, you would scold him, saying things like 'I don't want you to regret spending your money on me.' or 'Kento darling! Just seeing your handsome face is enough for me!' He knew you hated receiving gifts, but at the same time, he loved seeing that soft smile that crossed your face each time it would process in your mind that he was thinking of you. 

"Kento darling?" You whisper while your boyfriend lies with you on the hospital bed, his head resting on your chest as his arms wrap around you tightly. "Yes, my flower?" He lifted his head just so his tired eyes could meet your own. You smiled at him as you raised your hands to gently hold his cheeks, your thumbs rubbing the dark circles under his eyes. He instantly relaxed at the feeling of his eyes fluttering shut. "Have you been getting enough sleep?" Kento opened his eyes and saw your frown, causing him to let out a small chuckle as he went and kissed one of your wrists. It was true he was losing so much sleep, but he couldn't help it. Not having you next to him in your shared bed was killing him.

"I'm sorry, my flower…you know I can't lie to you." He whispered before nuzzling his head back onto your chest. You pout at this while resting a hand on his head, carefully running your fingers through his soft hair. He knew you hated when he overworked himself and wouldn't get proper sleep, but it was the only thing keeping him together. "Don't worry… I'll get some sleep right now." He whispered before shutting his eyes, drifting off to your heartbeat. "Kento…please take care of yourself for me." You would whisper once you knew he was fully asleep. 

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Kento held your hand, tears falling from his eyes as the nurses rushed into the room, one of them gently trying to push him away. He couldn't hear a single word anyone was saying as he gripped your now cold hand, refusing to let go of your soft skin for the last time. You just lay on the hospital bed, a faint smile on your face, while Nanami was pulled out of the room, screaming your name. After your funeral, Nanami completely submerged himself in his work, refusing to take any time for himself or others. Gojo would make sure to stop by to at least annoy Nanami into eating and drinking any of the snacks he would bring to ensure his friend would not suffer from starvation or dehydration. 

"Nanami~ I brought you some delicious sweets from this shop I really liked~ Try 'em ~" Gojo sang as he danced into Nanami's office with a plastic bag. Nanami let out a deep sigh from his desk as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Placing his pen down, Nanami slowly lifted his head to look at Gojo, dark circles under his eyes. Gojo whistled, hand on his hip as he placed the bag in front of Nanami with a small thump. "You look like shit." Gojo laughed, earning a low grunt from the man who was already opening some of the snacks given to him. "Hey I'm gonna be going out tomorrow with Itadori if you would like to join us. It's my treat, so at least consider it!" He laughed, giving his friend a thumbs up. 

Nanami just hummed, already deciding in his head that he wouldn't be going. Gojo just smiled as he went to leave while giving a lazy wave. "Get some sleep, will you?! Y/n wouldn't be too happy with you right now!" Nanami frowned at the mention of your name being used to guilt him into sleep. He finished eating some snacks and placed the rest aside for his dinner tonight. He rubs his eyes, leaning back in his chair, as he loosens the tie around his neck. He glances down at his desk, staring at the small photo of you happily smiling while wearing that sundress he always loved seeing on you. He smiles slightly at the memory before shaking his head. 

He sits in his chair, preparing to focus only on his work. 'Energy pills,' he thinks to himself, having remembered keeping some stored in his bottom drawer from when he used to work all the time before he had met you. Nanami reaches into his drawer only to discover a small sleeping kit neatly placed on everything else. Nanami looks at it, surprised, before noticing a small note slip out from behind. He carefully picks the letter up while inspecting the sleeping kit. "Did Gojo slip this in here?" He mumbled to himself, unimpressed with his childish friend. He sighs as he opens the note, only for his eyes to widen at the familiar handwriting. 

My Darling Kento, 

Are you surprised? I knew you would be! I had Kiyotaka slip this into your desk to prepare for the future. I'm sure by now I have left this world along with you, my darling, who cherished me like no one else could have if my life had more years. I'm sorry to have caused you such stress, and I know you would scold me for apologizing. I do not regret anything from what we shared. You filled my life with joy, making this illness seem like some crazy thing I made up! I know you are probably working so hard right now, and I want to remind you to take care of yourself, Kento. Even though I am no longer by your side, it would hurt me to know I have caused you so much pain. Please find more happy memories, my darling Kento. I love you so much. Sleep well~ 

Kento gripped the corner of the letter, feeling it crinkle under his fingers. His giant tears dripped down his face, some landing on your handwriting, causing small smudges. Nanami quickly tries to rid his tears while gritting his teeth before letting out a loud yell as he sweeps everything off his desk, gripping his head as he cries, looking down at the photo of you. 

"That's not fair Y/n…you should be making more memories with me."

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, medical procedures including dialysis and chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Pete Brenner, short!reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

It's not the treatments themselves but the constancy. This isn't just one day, this is the rest of your life. Several days a week walking through those doors, spending hours with a needle in your arm, only to walk away feeling nauseous and dizzy.

The effects only last a few hours, just until your blood pressure evens out, but it's enough to put you out for the rest of the day. With a bandage on your arm, you fold up your laptop and slide it into your bag. What better way to multitask but work while you have the life drained from you. Well, the alternative is hardly preferable, a grizzly, toxic death of drowning in your own waste. You've always been an optimist.

You take a moment before you leave, trying to steady the hazy lines in your vision. You take a breath and leave the office, bidding a quick farewell to Louise, your attending nurse. Outside of the clinic and work, you don't get out much, and much of the latter you can do from home.

You go down the clanging metal stairs to the lobby. As you cross the floor, a man stands by the index of offices, scratching his flopping hair as he glances over. You give a sheepish arch of your brows and tuck your chin down.

"Hey," he stops you before you reach the door, "er, I'm looking for the Wellness Studio? Er..." He turns to you as you stop with your hand on the front door, "Colson's?"

You furrow your brow. That sounds familiar but you really don't know about anything else in the building. You just come here to get your dialysis.

"Erm, I..." you peek out the window and see the sign across the street, red font on a white background, "is that it?"

You point to the moniker that reds 'Colson's' and the man nears to look over your shoulder. He blows out a huff and tuts, "oh god, I must seem like a moron."

"Uh, no..." you push through the door and he catches it behind you, extending his arm over your head.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he nudges your arm as he follows you outside.

"Mhmm," you turn down the sidewalk, set on your path to the station.

"Hey, wait, can I get a name?" He sprints up next to you, "you've been so helpful--"

You look at him, unused to that level of familiarity. You're not exactly that discernable from the brickwall beside you. Your expression must betray your confusion and surprise.

"Just a name," he says as he puts out his hand, "Pete. So, trade?"

You hide your discomfort and reach to shake his hand, eking out your name. You clear your throat and glance around him, not wanting to be rude. You're not quite sure how to gently mention that your train is due.

"So, you come here often?" He stretches his arm out to lean on the brick facade, hand pushing his jacket back as he grips his hip.

You nod and peer around. He's a stranger even if you know his name. You're not very fond of those.

"Am I keeping you?" He asks coolly.

"I just... gotta catch the train," you utter, "sorry, I--"

You go to step around him and he pushes away from the wall, blocking your way, "alright, alright, can I get a number?"

"Er, oh, no," you blurt out in shock, "no, I mean... I don't know you."

He rolls his eyes and smirks, "yeah you do, I'm Pete."

You shake your head and step sideway again. He moves with you. Your chest boils with frustration and a tint of fear. This is why you shouldn't talk to strange men. Especially men twice your size.

"Woah, woah, don't look so scared, honey, I'm not gonna hurt you," he puts his hands down, "I just think you're a cutie. Forgive me for being so forward." He backs away, "don't let me keep you, you go on and get your train."

You frown, uneasy at his sudden appeasment. You swallow and step past him cautiously. You keep your head straight and march down the sidewalk between the passing pedestrians. Their indifference makes you feel even more uneasy.

As you go to turn the corner towards the station, you look back. The man stands amidst the city rush, unbothered by those around him as he watches you, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his dark red blazer. You shudder and scurry behind the shield of the buildings. You might just ask to go out the back door next time.

[ameliawarnerr]

POV: MC is drunk at Aurora and she texts Jake.

Part - 2

Find part 1 here!

—MC—

I tip-toe down the stairs, my hand grazing the wall as I silently pray not to wake anybody. And by anybody, I mean, Lilly Donfort, Hannah Donfort and Jake Donfort. I am the only one who isn't Donfort so I figured I should get the hell out of here before any of them wakes up. Explaining my presence here is not going to be easy.

I'm clearly in the clothes I wore last night– all wrinkled and shrunken. I have no idea where my phone, my shoes or oh wait I don't know where my entire logic has vanished.

If I ran into someone, I truly hope it to be Lilly. And she could even tell me why I am at her place. Perhaps she found me and then rescued me here. Obviously, it cannot be Hannah. She doesn't even come out of the house that often. If I am unfortunate enough to run into her this morning, I have no clue what I am supposed to say. What if she thinks I slept with her half brother?!

Did I?

However, if I'm as ill-fated as Shakespeare’s tragic characters, I’d definitely come across Jake.

Although it cannot be Jake who got me here. He never goes to Aurora and if Phil was to call anyone to help me, the list would start with Jessy and end with Thomas. Jake wouldn't make it to that list for obvious reasons.

I successfully lay my feet on the ground floor. It's five in the morning. No one would be awake. I sprint straight to the door, paying little attention to my surroundings. I'd have my phone collected later. I'm currently in the red zone of potential awkward situations, followed by guilt and longing. All things I hate.

My hand wraps around the cold knob of the door. I turn it around but it's locked. “Son of a…”

“Where do you think you are leaving?” A distant voice makes a trail of obscene words escape my mouth. Whoever is writing my story is clearly inspired by Shakespeare.

I clear my throat, removing my hand from the knob. I don't turn away as I say, “I don't know how I got here but I need to be back at home. I have an important thing to do.”

“Make a mindmap of all the things that happened last night? I can help.” His voice is a little distracted, taunting and infuriating.

I scoff, turning away to look at him. He’s behind the kitchen island which I had conveniently ignored on the little run from the stairs to the door. He's cooking something. If he really wants to play the indirect, between the lines tormenting game, I think he doesn't know my argumentative and bitch side because I had a soft spot for him as soon as I knew him.

“If you are really feeling helpful, Donfort, then, why don't you tell me what I am doing here?” I fold my hands on my chest. Addressing the opponent with the last name is sort of a declaration.

He doesn't look at me as he sprinkles salt and black pepper onto whatever he's cooking in that pan. My eyes descend to his hands as he works before I jerk them away. “Oh, I stalked you and then I found out that you were drunk and vulnerable so I kidnapped you.” He deadpans.

I scoff again. Jake doesn't beat around the bush. If he's doing this, he wants to make a point.

“I can't imagine why you'd do that.” I crease my brows, pretending to be genuinely confused. I walk towards him. As I lay my palms on the island, I see the slight shake of his hand and his posture becoming rigid. I don't know if it's my closeness or that I indirectly pointed at our history because as much as we both try to ignore it, one of us would mention it. And I can't be the one being caught off-guard.

“Kidnappers often have motivations and planning for months but sometimes, they are driven by reasons that might be beyond the victim’s understanding.” He states, his hands moving swiftly again as he lowers the flame of the stove. There's a mug filled with coffee. I eye it.

Jake looks up then follows my gaze as I look away. He grabs the mug and offers it to me. I take it without saying thank you.

“What’s your point?” I cut to the chase. I'm used to him being percipient and having thoughts a normal human being can't fathom, but I could understand his points. I can, still. But it's five in the morning.

“My point, Stephens, is that the motivation for abduction doesn't matter if you are the victim.” He uses my last name.

“It mattered when Hannah was kidnapped.” I rebuke.

He sighs, putting the stove off and really looking at me for the first time. I might be tackling the guilt of shutting him out internally but the longing is coming out on the surface. “Again, it mattered to us. Not to Hannah. All she could have thought about was finding a way out or regretting being careless in the first place.”

I know what this is about now. No matter the status of our relationship, I don't think he can ever hold back from lecturing me about my own safety. I shove down the softness that his care brings in me and think about how much I hate being called weak. “So this is about my getting drunk in a bar owned by a friend.”

He gives me a look.

“What? It's not like I was totally alone. Phil was there and he's a friend. I'm allowed to get wasted in the company of a friend. And he owns the bar. There's no way he'd let anyone hurt me on his property.”

If I hate being called weak– directly or indirectly– he hates when I trust Phil.

“The same Phil Hawkins who got arrested and had to plead for help to a stranger towns away? The same guy whose bar Cleo and Thomas broke into and he couldn't do anything about that, save for sulking to his sister? That guy?” There's a challenge in his voice.

I slid down to the stool. I can't defend Phil against the truth so I drink my coffee silently after saying, “Yep. Him.”

Jake shakes his head. “All I am asking you is to be a little careful. I know you are smart and can get out of situations perhaps even I wouldn't be able to.” My shoulders rise. His words can make me feel absolutely weak and then inevitable all of a sudden. “But that doesn't mean you can be careless.”

I don't look at him as I drink my coffee, staring at the wall. “I think you shouldn't care.”

He nods. “And I think it's cruel of you,” our eyes meet, “To pretend not to know why I care.”

I tear my gaze off him. “I’ve moved on. I need to pretend that you have too.”

I can feel his gaze on me, pleading silently for me to look at him. I cannot. “You haven't moved on. You're trying to move on and evidently, you are doing an awful job.” He says, his patience little by little vanishing.

I look at him, then. “What do you mean, evidently?” I query, ignoring everything else he said. He turns away and reaches out for something from the opposite kitchen counter. Turning back, he hands me my phone.

The screen shows our chat. Two recent messages marked read. Two recent messages that I sent while I was drunk and it's clear that I was drunk. God, so many spelling errors on top of no punctuation. And I thought solving a case through texts would make me a pro at texting. I threatened him to sleep with any guy? What is wrong with me?

I shrug. “I don't talk like this. This must have been–”

He cuts me off. “Phil? Save it. The drunk you have already tried it. Not to mention, she was more like you than you are now. Honest and bold. She wasn't the one who'd not have enough courage to look someone in the eye.” His voice lowers with every word.

Mortification riles me up from the chair. “Alright. Thanks for the coffee and the lecture I didn't pay for. I’ll be leaving now.” I lay the cup on the island and turn away.

“You talk a lot when you're drunk.” He says, making me halt midway. All the stupid things I could have said wander around my head. The reason I got drunk in the first place is the most plausible one. Shit shit shit—

As I slowly turn sound, I find that Jake has left the kitchen and is now heading towards the stairs, unaffected by my declaration that I'm leaving. Motherfucker knows I'd follow him.

I rush towards him as he climbs the first step. “What did I say?” I ask, firmly.

“Weren’t you leaving?” He banters while continuing to climb the stairs. I do the same, only a step behind him.

“Jake, come on, we are not five years old. Tell me what I said.” I bark.

He barely acts threatened by my acidified voice. “What part? When you were babbling not knowing I was standing two steps away or the long one in the car? To me, they were both equally enjoyable.”

oh my god. I can't trust the drunk me talking to him directly, what shit would I have spitted when I didn't know he was around?

I glance up and he's already five steps away. I rush to his side, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady him. “Jake, I swear to god, tell me right now—”

He whirls around and I'm taken by surprise– ending with one foot on the same step as his and the other one step down. My hand on his shoulder slides down to his chest. “Or else? What will you do?” He challenges, his coffee-like eyes dart from one eye to the other in a mischievous manner. He knows if he presents anything like a challenge, I'd take it.

My back is against the wall and if he takes half a step, I'd pressed between them. “Or, or,” the closeness makes me stutter. Or maybe it's the fact that he's not nervous at all. Or he's just hiding it well. I can't lose to him because of closeness. That's some excuse Thomas would pull.

“I’m listening.”

I gain my posture back, straight my spine but still need to look up to meet his eyes. “Or I’ll go to your room, sleep in that bed and come out when Lilly’s awake and before I’d even begin to explain, she’d go around telling everyone that we slept together.”

Jake has such an infuriating gaze then I can neither look at him nor look away. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”

I really need to keep my fantasies away from my threats. “No. I guess I'm still a little drunk. So please, tell me what I said?” I try softening my voice, looking at him rather than glaring.

He blinks and looks away. “I think you know what you said. That's why you are so desperate to confirm it, that you are standing on my foot.”

I peek down. I am actually standing on his foot. I pull my feet back but end up losing my balance. The hand on Jake’s chest fists his black t-shirt. His hand wraps around my waist holding me in place. I gain my balance back and my face ends up too close to his.

His body is pressed against mine though there's still some sane distance between our heads. I gulp down the urges surfacing all of a sudden. The ones I locked away for weeks. The air is thick with ache and yearning. Our collective wants.

He glances at my lips then back at my eyes. “You said that I forced you to drink because I didn't try to contact you after you rejected me. You said you can't stop thinking about me. And when I was getting you out of the car, you said you wanted to kiss me.”

“Did I?” I foolishly ask, looking at his lips.

“Yes.” He breathes out, nearing me. His grip on my waist tightens.

“And did you do it?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Of course, not.” He answers in a beat.

“Because I was drunk.” I say the reason out loud, leaning in.

He inhales and agrees. “Because you were drunk.”

“Which I am not anymore.” I lean in, merely an inch away from his lips. I don't think either of us is looking anywhere but each other's lips. I don't know if it's yearning for each other or the fact that we have spent almost a month thinking about us, that we no longer waste any time thinking. All thoughts weigh no importance anymore. It's clear what we want.

“Say it.” He whispers, his lips grazing against mine.

I don't. I let the weeks of frustration, guilt, longing release out as our lips touch. There's no point being gentle and slow. I know he knows it and he's acting upon it. I'm pressed against the wall, as his other hand caresses the side of my neck. I fist his t-shirt in my hand again, as the other hand wanders in his hair.

His tongue skims over my lower lip as he arches my neck up. I open my mouth, letting him enjoy my submissive side for a moment. Then, I bit his lip, smiling between the kisses. I can feel his smirk. The hand on my waist slides under my top and pinches my side. I wriggle in his hold.

I pull his hair harder but that only encourages him to kiss me faster. He grabs my hand on his chest and pins it against the wall, slowly sliding it above my head.

We break through only when we hear a door opening. We are both out of breath as we stare at each other, knowing the only wall between us: my decision to move on, has been burned down.

“Get drunk more often. It's always fun listening to you complain about me.” He smiles.

I bite back a smile but I think I'm terribly failing.. “Didn’t I need to be more careful?”

“When I’m around, you can put your guard down.” He affirms.

“That’s sweet but I really need to leave now.” I partly turn and take a step down only for him to wrap his hands around my waist to stop me.

“Yeah, that's not happening.” He says, leading me up the stairs again.

Yeah, that's not happening any time soon.

—The End—

[deconstructthesoup]

Holy shit, you guys liked my Hatchetfield/Fantasy High idea... still coming up with a good name for it. Just using "High School is Killin' Me" would be good, but that might get confusing in the tags.

That being said, oh boy do I have more, so... let's dive in.

Ragh: He's essentially Max Jagerman if he'd actually had the chance to get that redemption arc (instead of, y'know, dying and becoming a vengeful ghost). Back in his freshman year, he was that jerk, and when he met Fabian, it could've easily resulted in two equally hardheaded guys becoming each other's absolute nightmare, but after Fabian initially got rejected from the team despite being the best at tryouts---and after Fabian slipped Ragh the answers to a test in order to get into his good graces---Ragh stuck up for him and got him on the team. It took a while for them to really become friends, mostly due to the fact that they both needed to grow past the toxic masculinity, but they got there eventually, with Fabian being the first person that Ragh came out to. And, yeah, their relationship was initially "friends with benefits" until they got their shit together. (I don't know what Lydia's deal is yet---she might just have a chronic illness, but it could also have LiB connections.)

Tracker: Her story's fairly similar to in canon---religious family who kicked her out once she started questioning everything, moved in with her cool uncle as a result---only instead of dropping out of high school, she transferred from Sycamore to Hatchetfield High. This worked out pretty well, seeing as Jawbone had just started his guidance counselor position after getting clean and putting that psychology degree to good use. Tracker's adjusting all right to her new life---she goes to concerts at the Slaughtered Pig, she's getting really into witchy stuff, and she's bonded with the principal's daughter over having to go to the school your parent works at... and she's also somehow developed a gigantic crush on the local church girl, which she initially tells herself is completely hopeless. But at night, she dreams of a haunted forest, a full moon, and a woman with white hair whose face she can never quite make out. And one day, she and Kristen find a book in Jawbone's study...

Jawbone: He's kind of the Miss Holloway equivalent, because honestly? There's really no other character who fits the vibe. Instead of being an immortal 80's singer who became a witch, however, he's a seemingly normal guy who grew up in Hatchetfield and has left quite a bit off times, but always finds his way back, and he's staying this time. Part of the reason he always leaves is, of course, the pressure of being queer in a small town, but he also has always had unusual abilities that he can't explain, and he used to either ignore his powers through the use of drugs or show them off as party tricks that would eventually get out of hand. But after years of misspent youth, he decided to get his life together, kind of like Emma did... and when he came back to Hatchetfield, he found a copy of the Black Book and learned the truth. Jawbone's now a protector of the town, helping people in his own way---and sometimes, that means having to let people in on the truth about Hatchetfield.

Ayda: She's well known for being the principal's daughter, a total nerd, and a bit of a recluse through no fault of her own, but there is much more to Ayda than meets the eye. See, Arthur Aguefort, way back in the 1900s, made a deal with Tinky after he lost his wife---that if he never lost Ayda in that same way, he'd serve the Lord in Black for eternity. Tinky agreed, Arthur managed to find a loophole and get outta there with an indefinite lifespan and a seemingly immortal daughter, but Tinky wasn't too happy about losing a future resident of the Bastard Box, so he turned the gift he'd given Ayda on his head. Instead of living forever, Ayda is capable of dying, but every time she dies, she is born again, with no memory of who she was or the powers she has---the original Ayda could control flame, and so can every version of her. So Arthur has to watch his daughter die again and again, find herself again and again, struggle again and again... yeah, there's a reason he became principal of Hatchetfield High instead of the mayor. By this point, he's decided that if he can't help Ayda, the best thing he can do is get to know her well while he can. (She's gonna have a happy ending, don't worry---I'm not that cruel)

Aelwyn: On the surface, she and Adaine have the same relationship as they initially did in canon---constantly bickering, constantly competing, you know the drill---but underneath all that, Aelwyn cares deeply for her sister, and has tried very hard over the years help keep Adaine's powers hidden from their parents. It's really due to not wanting to upset their parents that Aelwyn doesn't try as hard as she should, and why she's fairly distant from her sister most of the time. Their relationship is sorta a Lex-and-Hannah situation... if Lex was a straight-A popular party girl instead of a grungy, rebellious high school dropout. Aelwyn does eventually find herself and grow closer to Adaine, but it takes a while for that to happen.

Zelda: She's still a super-shy and awkward dork who loves pretty much every alt-music genre known to man and has some mild anger issues. In all honesty, not a lot changes about her, aside from her being human and not a satyr---she has a crazy family, she's got a crush on Gorgug that eventually turns into a very sweet relationship, and she eventually becomes friends with The Seven... though, I'm gonna need to finish that season before I can give you guys any more information on the rest of them. However, I will say that the Penelope and Sam situation is gonna tie into the Honey Festival.

Other miscellaneous ideas/characters: Sandra Lynn is a park ranger in Witchwood Forest, Garthy O'Brien runs one of the only queer nightclubs in Hatchetfield, Basrar still runs his ice cream parlor, Gilear is still a mess

And... yep, that's it for now. I'll talk about some of the antagonists later, and then maybe I'll get around to The Seven.

[lazaruspiss]

DC Pride 2021

ive been meaning to do a read through of the DC Pride series all June. and, well. technically still June!

oh my god i recognize the name of the guy who wrote the foreword as the guy who wrote the shitty at best and misogynistic at worst nightwing 96 annual. so, uh, setting that aside for now, lol. the foreword is very sincere and sweet and im not gonna be one of those assholes who refuses to acknowledge that bc he wrote some dogwater nightwing comic years ago.

this isn't actually my first time reading most of the DC Pride comics, just my first time taking notes as I go through them. I do remember 2/3 of the Kate stories bringing me to tears, even when I didn't really know anything about her character.

ok yeah this one still gets me. go read it. for reference, i start crying the page before we first see kate cry. it's beautifully illustrated, and hits me right where it hurts.

john constantine hits on a extraño, listens to him tell a story about how he and midnighter fought a homophobic neo nazi vampire, and then john invites him and his werewolf husband to a threesome.

i love the vibes thatre just. like its so cliche noir detectives, but lesbians. and the dorky ending. MWAH, chefs kiss.

shout out to the guys that just stay sat eating their food as a giant plant monster tears up the park. while im not at all a fan of the "kiss and make up" trope(s), i do appreciate that this story at least gives some mention to how ivy and harley kinda approach their relationship from opposing angles. like, i like harlivy well enough, but my ideal world is one where they learn about themselves by being together but eventually move on from their romantic relationship and explore new things. i just don't like how heavily DC seems to have tied them together since they became canon. their friendship before was more romantic/compelling in my eyes, somehow.

this one's about alan scott! his history with his sexuality, explored through his relationship with his son. it's an incredibly important angle to look at these things through, the gap between generations and the changes that took time. it's easy enough to forget all that, sometimes. it's fun seeing the difference between how father and son describe the queer experience. it's also just really sweet.

ohhh they made mirror master hot... reflek... dumbass name but a killer outfit. this ones more about the flash family tradition of trying to do it all and bein a bit of a mess, lol.

love that pied piper goes to this guy and is like "yeah ok, i appreciate the effort but this doesn't actually work. like you're right but we gotta figure smth else out bc the world don't work like that." also they do use the phrase "mind-rapey" which for some reason gets me. then they go threaten a landlord <3

pretty sure the main girl "Dreamer" is from a CW show or something, so i've never heard of her. her powers seem cool and the story is cute enough, but i assume it all makes more sense to those who have seen the show.

one of these days ill learn anything about other aqualad. there's a lot going on in this one and i find it hard to follow. it's supposed to be a big "everyone together!!" moment i think, but the story lengths don't allow for enough build up to really pull stuff like that off.

and the end is a bunch of arrowverse profiles, i think. you cant make me watch a CW show, sorry.

[catholicdogxxx]

every single thought i had abt one piece live action

alvida is so hot im praying when she comes back she’ll have the slip slip fruit and still be fat please god.

introducing zoro with baroque works instead of with helmeppo was fucking genius, and mr 7’s redesign is pique. and the gore of zoro killing mr 7? sets a great fucking precedence.

binks brew playing in the background of the flash back where luffy eats his fruit >>>>>

i want a copy of nami’s book as merch

i love the little homage to the original of luffy planning to just fly in

having luffy be there for the scene with helmeppo and rika >>>>

ive said it once ill say it a thousand times how do they manage to make zoro even gayer. ill never get over the whimpering caption with helmeppo just crawling on the ground.

nami girlboss girlslaying even

zoro you cryptic little gay freak “then he owes me money” “didnt wanna make a mess”

im mad they didnt make captain morgan tell helmeppo he didnt beat him as a kid is bc he’s too pathetic to hit.

captain “we should be working for the same team” morgan. bro you are an elder fag preying on a young gay man. THE SHOULDER TOUCH???

roronoa “i kinda got my own thing going on” zoro

“7 days? i could catch up on my sleep”

“when i get down from here, you’ll be the one begging.” MY GOD YOU FAG

tag urself im the bead of sweat in zoros eyebrow

“get lost”

“i am.. lost”

“heyhey no. dont do that.”

my god nami’s actress is perfect the body language, tone of voice, its so accurate to how she was pre joining strawhats. and GOD her facial expressions in her first fight scene w luffy…

zoro almost dipping then deciding he wants to fight lmao i love it

“arent you that drunk from the bar?”

“glad i made an impression.”

morgan you didnt capture shit

inaki did a great job making luffy still look animated.

zoro cutting helmeppos hair is so fucking funny

garp knew exactly who it was when he first got that call

buggy youre sitting like SUCH a slut

buggy loves talking abt shanks like he’s an ex boyfriend

i wanna see what else buggy can do

zoro definitely had sex with cabaji and then killed his brother

i could watch yasopp shoot people all day

shanks casting is so well done im obsessed with the fact that none of the characters are the conventionally attractive roblox looking types

also the timing of luffy being drowned and the flashback to shanks saving him… timed perfectly great depiction of ptsd. same thing with zoros flashbacks.

“why gonna rob the place blind?”

“at least a little blurry”

i love the wlw mlm solidarity with nami and zoro, oh my god the scene of them getting dressed and nami picking out a shirt for him??? obsessed.

zoros pink ass drink

FUNKY BAR MIRROR BALL???

“arlonggg babyyyy”

“you dont think she like. like likes me do you?”

i love the way the meowmin twins move when theyre fighting in the stairwell

luffy grinning like a freak through kuros blades :333 and then the fucking thumbs up

luffys look to nami when kaya says they have a ship

damn they really just fucking murked merry

“they do know im the captain right?”

“let them have this one”

“we are” playing while they leave syrup village im obsessed

nami laughing for probably the first time in years at usopp and luffy fighting over who’s the captain

i could write an essay about the fear in garps eyes in that flashback (im going to)

“which way is port?”

“the left!”

“neverrrrrrr!”

“fine ya brat have it yer wae”

garp laughing bc he’s actually invested in his job again

the camera lense while luffy is smelling the baratie is fucking hilarious

“add food to the equation and suddenly he knows how to navigate”

ive said it once i’ll say it a thousand times inaki does a great fucking job making luffy still look animated

ill never get over sanji’s accent its so fucking fan indulgent

the little angry kick after he puts em on the fucking ground

“welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambiance is the food. my name is sanji what can i get for you?”

“any drinks one of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal?”

“apologies madam didnt see you there. would you care for an apéritif to start?”

sanji is such a freak oh my god i love him

zoro pointing it out is so fan indulgent

zoro grinning like an idiot when nami says “i need a drink”

im obsessed with usopps fishbowl

sanji’s smile talking about the all blue WAHHHH

i love live action sanji cooking

his fucking theme playing oh my god

zoro and nami comparing usopp to a sea slug

“i had friends”

“swords dont count”

“i had one friend”

“hell one more than i have”

zoro you fucking freak

why is he standing like that fucking fag

“because youre my friend you idiot” NAMI WAHHHHHHHH

zeff is so hot omfg

sanji’s desperate baby scream breaks my heart

i really like they went using with the original manga plotline for sanji’s backstory

“id eat both arms and legs to save zoros life”

putting buggy in the bag is so fucking funny

that zoom in on sanji yelling “zeff” what was that

god i love sanji and zeffs fight

zoro waking up scene is fucking adorable

zoro you fucking devoted freak i love you

ill never get over sanji’s theme

“the only thing i wanna hear from you is dinner specials”

baby nami is perfectly cast

BLACK NOJIKO BLACK NOJIKO

buggys body pinned up at arlongs base lmfao

“arlong has bled us dry”

“then find more blood”

i love helmeppo sitting like that lmao

bellemere’s death scene always makes me tear up jesus christ

“i thought itd take a lot more liquor to bring out your mutinous side.”

why was arlongs speech edited like that oh my god

“of course i will” makes me tear up every fucking time

nami drawing her maps in fucking blood is such great symbolism

“you look tired, maybe you should take a break”

“maybe you ought to get back in the kitchen”

“quit screwing around! luffy needs us!”

“you just got here you dont know what luffy needs.”

“i know he needs my cooking.”

“putting two slices of bread together?”

telling buggy to shut up in unison lmao

“im gonna get outta here.” while flipping them off

“fucking clown.”

USOPP EXPLODING STAR U GOAT

“i get it zeff was mean to you boohoo”

“you dont ever badmouth nami.”

“now youve done it.”

god i love taz skylar

“all great fighters call out there finishing moves”

“yeah youre gonna fit in just fine.”

SANJI WANTING TO HUG NAMI AND HER RUNNING PAST LMFAO

“back for seconds must have liked it.”

“at least i dont need 3 swords to prove im a man.”

garp jus beating the shit out of luffy

nami hitting nezumi >>>>>

god i fucking love nami talking at bellemeres grave

“i know what it means to fight for your family.”

luffy’s reaction to his bounty im in love

koby what was that gay ass look you want to kiss luffy so bad dont you

“be a good marine.”

“be a good pirate.”

luffy mimicking his poster

god i love makino

kaya with a different tea looking healthy 😭

luffy’s bounty up under employee of the month

BUGGY AND ALVIDA BUGGY AND ALVIDA BUGGY AND ALVIDA

god i love garp

helmeppo learning to be swordsman :33

“maybe the old chef was right. it id your turn.”

“i can still take you.” not in a fight…

their jolly roger 🥺🥺🥺

[woneuntonzz]

torn and folded .ᐟ (1/2)

📞 ; “respectfully, you're disgusting.”

𖹭 : bully!seunghan x bl reader, amab!reader

💭 you loved your free time in manga reading websites, not him though, he thinks you need your senses sorted out for you, and so he would...

⤷ contains: mlm pairing (this is pure fiction and is in no way

made to assume the idol's sexuality!!), angst, bullying,

homophobia towards mc (i myself have struggled with), fluff,

humor (kys/kms jokes), mention of other idol names for world

building

⤷ wc: 11.2k!! (not proofread :p)

-ˋˏ under the cut .ᐟ ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Attraction has always been a tough concept that fiddled with your mind, and for years you found it hard to figure out where you lie in this aspect. For a while you thought you were just like every other guy, too afraid to fall for a girl. 

You would meet your best friend’s sister quite often whenever you visited their home. You’ve always thought she was so pretty, with such an innocent face and a sweet and wee voice. She was almost this perfect character, fair and bright, nearly unreal. She had such nice hair that fell like waterfalls, long and wispy lashes, plush, pink lips and eyes that took the shape of an almond. No wonder why she was the talk of the neighborhood —and she was just as beautiful on the inside as you saw her in her countenance. 

“You can have my umbrella, don’t worry about it ��go home! and if your dad yells at you again, tell me. I’ll give you something special tomorrow.” —the sweetest girl, isn’t she? 

“Thank you, Chaeyoung.” 

She lent you her Hello Kitty umbrella, the cat imprinted all over the canopy, and her little bow on the handle. That day you were spared from your ill-tempered father, and Chaeyoung would never see that umbrella again.

The next day, you came back to their house, ecstatic to finally watch another episode of Slam Dunk on their tv.

“Hi Y/n!” —oh right, you were there to see Chaeyoung too. “Can you come to the kitchen real quick?” 

From a distance you could smell sugar cookies, freshly baked, hot out of the oven. The scent only led you to briskly nodding to her question, following closely behind her as you scuttled to the kitchen together.

“These are for you.” you were sure the cookies were just as sweet as her smile as she extended the plate of sugars towards you. 

“Oh, thank you.” for a while, you hesitated on fully carrying the weight of the plate, but looking at her beaming face assured you, and soon you were stuffing your face with the cookies. 

“Let’s play a little game!” you were a bit startled at her exclamation, mouth still bearing chunks of sugar.

You had to take a painful swallow to ask, “Right now?”

“Mhmm~”

“Should we go outside—”

“No, no!” her giggles made you shiver, it was so innocent, yet so… eery. “Just here.”

“What game are we playing?” you asked again through your soft chews. 

“Let’s guess each other’s crushes.”

Your pupils would move to the side as you got to thinking, a crush, do I have one of those? —the thought of it had never even crossed your mind. Maybe because it was unclear to you what a crush is meant for, or what it takes for you to crush on someone. Chaeyoung? —everyone else seemed to have a crush on her, but you're no train-hopper. 

“Guess mine first.” she urges, and you scurry around in your head for answers, Jaeyun? Wooyoung?

“Is it… Wooyoung?” —and to that she emits a sound of a buzzer, like the ones you’d hear in a game show after an incorrect answer.

“No!” 

“Oh, Jisung?”

You laughed at the exaggerated pout that played on her lips, and she’d only frown at you. For a minute you were worried that she was getting annoyed —good for you for being worried, because you’d find out she’s been restless all morning, itching to tell you, “I have a crush on you, dummy.”

Suddenly you were inhaling thick air, your breathing pattern shifted tremendously as your eyes looked for something to rest on. In that thirty seconds of silence, you wished it was that easy to just sink into the ground beneath where you stood. Her? crushing on you? seemed like a dream, and it truly is for the boys that admired her, unfortunately for her, you aren’t a part of that population. 

“Me?” you pointed at yourself as you questioned what you had just heard. “Are you sure? Are you joking?”

She was quiet for about seven seconds —and you were able to count for the sole reason of being anxious. The sole of her right foot was pressed firmly against the ground, and within those seven seconds she moved it around, drawing small ovals on the ground. “I’m sure.”

You wished you were as sure as she was, whilst she eyed the lines on your shirt, you were thinking about your feelings, what you felt about her. While you’ve always been in awe of how graceful she was at any given scenario, it’s all been just a thought and nothing more, nothing special, nothing for you to act on. 

“How about you?”

You swore you the ticking of their wall clock got louder, and louder, and louder. But eventually, you’d tell her the truth. 

She told you it was okay, but you saw the shift in her eyes, the pair that was once innocent and inviting now terrified you like the wretched pit in your darkest nightmares. How was that even possible? —you’d ask yourself, trying to open your mind to the possibilities. What are the chances that you’d become the person she hates the most?

“One hundred percent.” —now in highschool, you’d bury yourself in that horrid pit everyday, you had no choice, no means of escaping. 

“You’re sure that’s the answer?” you hiss at the pain inflicted by her hands that dug into your hair, pulling each strand, her vigor intensifying by the second. “If this turns out to be wrong…” fate is truly, “I will out you to your dad myself.” cruel. 

That day you told her that you did not reciprocate her admiration is the day you’d see her for who she truly was. Wolf in sheep’s clothing, a phrase you’d often hear even as a child. You just never thought you’d encounter it ever, especially in her. 

You stood up from your desk, huddling your textbooks and notebooks as you took wary steps —would usually be to the library, but Chaeyoung had already caught up to that old routine of yours, so you resorted to an empty, but rancid room at the back of the building. It was dark, even darker than that pit. 

Though that room was not entirely pleasant —it smelled of mold and chemicals you could only make out as cleaning materials— you learned to deal with it for your own sake. You’ve been threatened over and over by a certain group of people in your class that they’d out you, and you had every right to be scared, especially when they almost succeeded in the dawning of your anguish.

In that room, you hummed to yourself, did the work you had to in peace, and most importantly, you read —the pieces that you related to the most.

You remember being caught swiping through it on your phone, within seconds it was snatched away from you. They —two of them— took a quick look at it, smirking and soon guffawing at what they saw. “Who knew you’d be into disgusting shit like this.”

“I mean, it only makes sense. He’s a—” it was the first time you were called the slur. 

If you were being honest, as hurtful as they were meaning to be, you were not much fazed by it, still, you were surprised to hear such a word, even from them. 

“Yeah, you’re right. People like him are really like that huh?” like what? —you could only dare them with the little voice in your head for if you had spoken out it might be your last day in that classroom. 

“Stop looking at us like that.” —and they repeated it again, that word.

From then on, you’d avoid being seen reading, or having your phone out at all. There were times where you had the freedom, so you’d make the most of it while they weren’t there, in the classroom. But this deserted room, despite its grimy interior, would serve as a safe space for you. 

“This is not too bad.” you mumbled to yourself, eyes lingering on your faint reflection on the dust-layered window panes. 

It truly was not too bad to have your peace in such a place, this school, the shithole you were forced into. 

The truth is, you haven’t outed yourself to anyone, no one in school, not even Chaeyoung, not even her brother —and your childhood best friend— Seunghan. After that one fateful afternoon at their house, Chaeyoung felt devastated, how could you not like her back? she could only think of one reason, you must be gay, crazy enough to not return her likeness for you. She didn’t even get to confronting you about it, she just told everyone she knew, everyone close to you —with the exception of your family— that you’re insane, or in her words, “He’s gay, he told me himself! it’s better to stay away just to be safe!”

You’d end up being the one to stay away, just to be safe. Though you could say not everyone was mean to you, they were not nice enough to acknowledge you or what the others have been doing to you either. 

It was an unfortunate turn, and it would ultimately lead to the fallout of your friendship with your one and only sport —you used to call him all sorts of names, and he’d call you, well, what you could only describe as the cutest alias you’ve ever heard. You had something quite special, and didn’t take a while for you to see it differently —to see him differently. Maybe you were being a little too irrational, or maybe it's because of the way his face is always close enough to press onto yours, or the way he smiled at you, the way he used to take care of you without you asking, and the nickname. 

“Hey bunny!” —is what you’d always hear every morning then, when he called you out to play, or take bike rides around the neighborhood. 

“Hi Seung-gunk!” and he’d playfully headlock you, ruffling your hair. 

The farthest you’ve gone with your matching bicycles was the park —you even had your own tree, a hiding spot if you will. It’s where you two would babble on about everything, even the most nonsensical things. 

“Don’t you ever get bored of this park?” you asked him, and you would move a little, feeling some of his sweat touching your skin because of the proximity.

You two were sitting under your tree, leaning against its trunk. Your sides were slightly squeezed against each other as you went on with your venture-talks. 

“Not really.” he looked at you, reaching on top of your head for a stray leaf that fell on it, “Not when I’m with you.”

You believed him, only at that moment, because soon his actions would contradict his words. 

It all started in middle school, the summer before it started, you have already discussed about how excited you were about entering this new phase in your life, talking about how you two would go to lunch together, find ways to skip class and sneak out —it was a joke of course— and making new friends, and the rumors.

seungsseung 💥💥

i can’t believe we’re finally middle schoolers

can u believe it?

y/n 🥕

i’m kinda scared

what if they hurt me more

seungsseung 💥💥

tsk

those stupid rumors

you know what

i’m actually gonna tell my sister to stop it

y/n 🥕

you think it’ll work?

seungsseung 💥💥

don’t worry bunny

i know it didn’t work before

i’ll make it work

It didn’t work, obviously. You were bewildered with how he avoided you, like you were carrying some deadly parasitic disease, the root of an upcoming apocalypse. At first he wouldn’t even look in your direction, even when he really needed to, even when you were already sobbing from your classmates pushing you around, with the lead of his own sister. As time progresses, he’d watch your agony, but you could never really tell what lies in those watchful eyes. He’s changed, and he would change even more.

You were in a rush to get back to the classroom after checking the time, but you wouldn’t be inside without bumping into him.

“Watch where you’re going.” like a reflex, you’d use the papers you held to shield yourself, by the way he looked at you, you thought he was about to jump you. He scoffs at this, finding some sort of amusement out of it, “Fucking pathetic.” he says, kicking the papers out of your hands. 

You tried your damndest to fight back the tears in class, not wanting to draw any more attention than you already have outside of class hours. It was only when you were able to lock yourself within the confines of your dim lit room that you were able to release all the tears. It hurt even more that you were not allowed to make a single sound at that time of the night. 

Wasn’t he being a bit too much? —you were crying out loud in your frail mind, perplexed by this situation. You were too afraid to even message him anymore, to ask him why, and what caused the sudden shift. Then, he protected you like he owed you the world, the next day you were suddenly prey for him to feed on. And he’d only get worse in highschool, bonding with the same people who caused your torment, and still, with his stupid, pretty sister.

“Look who’s back!” you tried your best to maintain your composure as you entered the classroom, you had just gotten out of your secret hideout. “We missed you, Y/n.”

“Class isn’t the same without a freak like you.”

You’d flinch, feeling someone rush past behind you. Feeling the back pocket of your pants become lighter, you panicked, and soon your phone was being held close to your face.

“Open it.” Seunghan —he taunted, looking at you the same way he always did. “Deaf? I said open it, fucking idiot.”

Your hands were shaky, taking your phone from him. It took you three attempts before you could successfully unlock it, and when you did, he clutched on it, forcefully taking it out of your hands. You already felt the after effects of his insults that hadn’t even come out of his mouth, but you knew it would very soon. You had left what you were reading open, it was not like you knew he’d be up to snatching your phone away from you to poke fun at you, but then again you weren’t surprised. 

“You make me gag. Do you guys see this shit?” he was already scrolling through the whole thing, and his friends would peek from behind him making you gulp and freeze on your spot. 

You came home with wet hair, a wet uniform, and it was all to mock the fact that you were up to reading something that erotic. When they got your phone, you happened to have left it on a chapter that had a rated eighteen scene. They took turns at throwing water at you, repeatedly uttering how wet you were getting. It was disgusting, but so were you in their eyes, in his eyes. 

bunz 

hey

can i ask u a question?

it’ll be vv quick i promise

saxyguy1002

oh hi

how’s school?

bunz

awful

anyways

what do u think abt homo ppl?

saxyguy1002

i mean

as long as it’s not me it’s cool ig

they aint causing a world war so

yea

they haven't killed my family

so idc really

bunz

that’s interesting

saxyguy1002

r u gay bunz?

bunz

…

what if i am?

saxyguy1002

i told u idc

unless ur planning to kill my family

bunz

no ur tweaking

i’m just not into girls

but into guys

that’s all

saxyguy1002

like i said

i

don’t

care

bunz

well fuck u

saxyguy1002

kidding

don’t go offline yet :((

i have no one to talk to

my friends are idiots

all of them.

Then why’d you leave me? —you shook your head at your computer screen, at the conversation you were having with this ‘stranger’ you met in a game. You knew it was him, but he was oblivious towards the fact that it was you who he’s been talking to every night after school, and you prayed he hadn’t suspected you either. 

bunz

that’s tough lol

sucks for u

saxyguy1002

says the one who has no friends

how’s being lonely? :p

There was this urge to tell him, I miss you, but you were too afraid. He was already treating you like a stray in school, what more if he finds out who you were behind this persona you’ve built for him. 

bunz

i have one more question

saxyguy1002

hit me

bunz

do u know bl?

saxyguy1002

**bbl

and yes i do ofc

bunz

ew perv

not that

boy’s love 

saxyguy1002

yea

apparently it’s a genre now

there’s this guy in our school that reads them

You couldn’t quite understand if you wanted to cry or laugh.

bunz

really?

what do u think abt him then?

saxyguy1002

that bl shit gives me the creeps

all that dirty shit?

two disco sticks?

bunz

um???

not the disco sticks 😭😭

saxyguy1002

do u read?

bunz

what if i do…

saxyguy1002

i’ll make an exception

just don't mention it ever again 😁

bunz

kys :3 (jk, but i still hate u)

saxyguy1002

i will :p (jk 2, but i don’t hate u so deal with it)

You shook your head again, water brimming on both eyes. You ran your fingers through your hair, knowing you could never go any further from this. You could just stop talking to him, block him even, but your heart wouldn’t allow you to. Everytime you tried, you were brought back to that little spot at the park, under the biggest tree, the tips of your noses almost touching. 

Thinking about it makes you think about what he thought about everything, about you, then and now. You thought maybe at some point in time he saw you the same way, maybe he did, and he got scared so he started bullying you too. You’d sigh heavily, slapping a mental note onto yourself —you have got to stop letting the manga get into your head Y/n.

In a blink, you were back in your hideout. Your leg got restless, shaking continuously as you read. Earlier you thought you had seen someone following you from the corner of your eye. No one came in after you after waiting for twenty minutes, so you sat down where you’d usually be. Your eyes momentarily watched for the door, afraid that they might burst in and beat you up, or lock you in. 

Suddenly what you were reading got more interesting. You were fully immersed with the scene that played before you, acting out the expressions drawn on the characters. And his eyes dripped with honey as he got closer, allowing his desire to win him over, and soon their lips met and clashed with so much—

You jumped at the sound of the door being slammed wide open. You’d curl into yourself, dropping your phone. It was like the walls were closing in on you, already feeling the humiliation, the suffering. 

“Oh, sorry, are you okay? I was just here for…” it was an unfamiliar voice, “...I actually don’t know why I’m here either. I guess I needed some space away from those people.”

You’d warily lift your head up, being met with a cautious stare. 

“Wait, are you Y/n? from the neighboring class right?” your nod was only subtle, but he’d beam at you so brightly. “I’m Matthew, can I come in?”

You nod again, freeing yourself from your own restraint. You’d sit yourself properly, watching him scan around the room for a place to sit. You moved over a bit, and that was enough to tell him to sit next to you. It was an awkward few first seconds till he bent down to reach for your phone. You grew nervous when his eyes stayed a little too long on your phone screen as he handed it to you. 

“You’re in that chapter already? you must be an avid reader.” your eyes dilated at his words, and he’d chuckle at your reaction. 

“You read?” you were evidently hesitant, your volume would only be that of a mouse. 

He’d hum a response, nodding at the same time. “Sometimes for the story, sometimes for the art. The author of that manga is great as fuck, and the artstyle too!” he was able to crack a smile out of you, it’s been a great while. “But, I am curious, why are you here?”

You shrugged at first, not really knowing what to say. Besides, no one has ever bothered to ask you about anything if it’s not to mess with you. “My classmates hate me.”

“Hmm, I heard.” of course he had, everyone has. “Is it really because you’re gay?”

Your eyes would shift to the side before you nod your head. 

“That’s crazy. I’m bi, I mean, I haven’t come out yet, but —I think it’s ridiculous. It’s the 21st century, are we seriously still about that.” he’d sigh like he’d had the biggest dilemma of his life. 

And it made you laugh, it was very little, but it was enough.

“Hey, we should hang out some other time, how’s that sound?”

You were still cautious about the whole thing, afraid that it might be a trap of some sort. All it took was another smile from him, and you’d finally say, “That sounds cool.”

You two walked out of that room together, and he kept chattering on about things you couldn’t quite remember at the end of the day, and in the same hallway, you stumbled upon your nightmare. He was boring holes into your soul, making you stop in your tracks. 

“Y/n?” Matthew called for you when he noticed that you were no longer beside him. He noticed the way your eyes dropped dead, staring ahead, he turned his head to where you looked, but when he did, Seunghan was already walking away.

Matthew took a few steps back, meeting you again. “Does he bother you or something?”

“No.” technically, you were telling the truth. You were still so tolerant with him, because you still liked him. “You should get away from me.”

He was clearly taken aback by your request, and he could sense you meant well. “Is it that bad?” he’d ask you, concern painted well on his face.

You shrugged once again, still not figuring out how to properly convey what you wanted to say, “They might get you too, because of me.”

“Don’t think so. You think they’ll touch anyone from the pilot class? —no offense, I think you’re great, but your class is a cluster of utter garbage.” he was right, and you’d subconsciously nod at him. “So I’ll stick around, see ya!”

You didn’t even notice that you were already near your classroom. You stood still, watching him as he walked back to his own classroom, just next to yours. You weren’t quite ecstatic about going back to that room, so a hand to your shoulder granted you the favor, stopping you from taking another step. 

“Who’s your new owner?” you gulped at the all too familiar voice that crept behind you. 

“Owner?”

“Huh, so you answer now?” you didn’t bother turning your head, instead, Seunghan would move himself in front of you, “Matthew —you know what you looked like? you looked like his pet.” he laughs at you, but you’d keep your eyes on the floor. “Do better Y/n, geez, at least fix yourself first before trying to hang out with actual people.”

Because you’re not an actual person, he saw you as an animal, a joke. “At least he wasn’t a liar.” you might’ve been speaking too soon.

Too soon. “What the fuck did you just say?”

You’d shake your head at him, just like all the nights you’ve spent chatting, and you’d walk past him.

He just stood there, unsure of what to do with himself anymore. 

“Bro, Seunghan, what the hell was that?” he couldn’t avert his eyes from his shoelaces, tracing the pattern it made with his gaze.

“I could’ve beaten him to a pulp if I were you —you know what, we’ll do it for you since you’re being such a puss.” the others’ words went into one ear and out the other. 

He can’t help but think if it was all worth it. If avoiding the consequences, the pain, did it actually do him better?

“Seunghan, what are you thinking about?” his sister sat on his desk, tapping on it with her fingers. 

He could only give her a blank stare, that would soon trail off into the distance. Chaeyoung just eyed him, and smugness was written all over her face. 

“Y/n?” she scoffed. “You’re thinking about him?”

Seunghan only glanced at her for a brief moment, and she’d slam her palm against his desk. 

“It’s not like that—”

“I’m not that dumb, Seunghan.” she truly wasn’t when she was able to ruin two lives, and probably more outside his scope. 

“I promise it’s not what you think.” he kept his voice monotone, and his sister would roll her eyes at him.

“Just keep up the act, and maybe, I’d consider not telling our parents just how disgusting you are.”

Disgusting —was a word you’d often hear from him, how ironic. It was those times when he’d ridicule your love for reading bl mangas, just snatching your phone whenever he felt like it. 

“I can’t believe you actually enjoy this, disgusting.” 

Yet, that still wasn’t enough for you to see him as your enemy. 

saxyguy1002

hey bunz

bunz

what

saxyguy1002

how r u?

being lonely and miserable and all

bunz

lol

ykw i have a friend now

and he reads bl too

go fuck yourself

saxyguy1002

woah woah

i was joking 😢

but 

respectfully, you’re disgusting

for that

bunz

kys :>

saxyguy1002

no

not until we meet

bunz

you want to…?

saxyguy1002

i mean

ig?

i just wondered if u were just as much of a twink irl like you are in chat

bunz

fuck you, actually

saxyguy1002

u cant fuck me

i’m not gay

bunz

blocked

saxyguy1002

NO PLSSSSSSSSSS

😭😭😭😭😭

begging on my KNEES rn

don’t 

if this makes u feel better

i meant to say cute

not twink :p

Again, you were double guessing whether this was true, this whole conversation, the situation, if this was even Seunghan you’re talking to.

bunz

i need to sleep

night

saxyguy1002

and i’ll be outside ur window

better close it now 👹

bunz

nahh bfr my bedroom is at the second storey 😬

saxyguy1002

now who said i cant float

you’ll float too 🤡

bunz

bye pennywise

kys :3 (not fr tho)

saxyguy1002

i will :p (i won’t dw)

You leaned back against your desk chair, a tired exhale escaping your mouth as you turned off your computer. To say that you didn’t look forward to getting home just to talk to him would be a complete lie. You were even a lot more enthusiastic, though it doesn’t show through your messages that much, you just wished it could be like this in real life too. 

If he was genuine about wanting to see you, and if he finally did, what would be his reaction then? Would he keep himself away from you? hurt you even more? —your thoughts kept running, until they got too tired and the running turned into crawling, creeping, and soon you were fast asleep. 

“Y/n, off to where?” you were startled, hearing your name for the first time that day, and from a new voice that you had been waiting for the whole day.

“Matthew. Just going to the library, I have to pick something up.”

“Just a quick trip? we still have…” he pauses for a while to look at his wrist watch, “About thirty minutes till class. Do you have something to do?”

You consciously tapped on your sides, thinking about how you were only getting what you needed early so you wouldn’t have to run into trouble later in the day, “No, not really, not yet.” 

“Oh, so then would you wanna stay in the library a little longer? we could read there for a while.” 

It really was that hard to decline, so in a span of minutes, you were both seated in the library, not on books, but on your phones.

“You think you could pause reading that for a while?” he whispered so closely to your ear that you almost cringed.

“What? this?” he nods at you, and you’d ask again, “Why?”

“So we can read it together. You’re only three chapters ahead of me, maybe I can catch up by the end of the day —or now.”

His request had caused you to blink repeatedly for a few seconds before you got to respond, “The chapters themselves are pretty long…”

“Please?” 

You could only stare at him, trying to search for your next words within the lines of his face. “Okay, but you better start reading now.”

“Will do!” you’d give him a silent laugh, and in return he exudes a low chuckle, it was such a pleasant sound that you felt ashamed for wanting to ask him to do it again. 

Both of you have grown oblivious of the people entering and leaving the library, and the one that watched you from the distance, he had almost forgotten what he was there for. He was preoccupied with how you seemed to no longer care or be cautious of your surroundings. 

He saw it, the way you smiled. He’d been denying it for so long, but he missed it. He missed you. He missed when it was him you used to smile at like that. But there was not much he could do. If only you knew he was just afraid as you were of the world the two of you lived, so cruel, but he could only imagine just how cruel the world has been to you.

Somehow he thought he should be thankful that Matthew had followed you to that room, but it should’ve been him opening that door, he had to back out when he saw Matthew, because just like you, he had an ephemeral suspicion that he might be someone to look out for. All those thoughts flew out his mind like a fly when he saw you at that hallway with the other guy, it’s his first time in a while seeing you be yourself, at ease. It seemed so surreal, but he couldn’t get over seeing you like that with someone who wasn’t him. It used to be him, but then again, your severance was the bearing of his own mistakes. He didn’t mean to have such sharp eyes pinned at you when he saw you, it was a mask. He felt so close to losing. 

His friends weren’t any better than him. He knew he was just around to please them. He never really got off of bullying you, it was all orders. If he even dared to go against them, he might never see you again. He’s got himself wrapped around his sister’s pointy fingers. 

That summer before middle school, he confronted his sister about the things she’s been doing, the crude things she’s been saying. “You need to stop. Just because Y/n didn’t like you back?”

“Why do you care shithead?” he was caught off guard with the words that came out of her sister's mouth. 

“He’s my best friend, I care about him —and do you not understand that he just didn’t like you that way? and he doesn’t even hate you either, so I don’t get why you’re being like this.”

What he didn’t understand was that a hurt ego hits back harder than a heavy loaded truck, “Maybe because he liked you.” he found himself playing with his own hands, “Never thought about it huh? well I have. That’s gross, Seunghan.”

“So what?” her sick laughter came attacking him right as he spoke. 

“Don’t tell me you like him too.”

“So what?” he repeats as he stands assertive.

The irked girl tilted her head, raising a brow whilst her lips rose to a smirk, “I’ll tell, and you’ll see just how ridiculous you’re being.”

“Tell?”

“Our parents. You know I will. Fix yourself, or I’ll do it for you.”

Fix? —the thing is, if their parents ever knew, they’d do everything in their power to get him out of that town, away from you. He lived in a religious household, one that’s conservative, believes a man is only for a woman, and a woman is only for a man. 

He still kept messaging you, secretly. He knew that once middle school started, he’d never be able to be the same with you again. 

seungsseung 💥💥

hey

i’m gonna miss you

y/n 🥕

why?

we’re literally seeing each other tomorrow

seungsseung 💥💥

take care of urself all the time

can u do it?

y/n 🥕

seunghan?

ur scaring me

seungsseung 💥💥

sorry

It was the last conversation you had with him. You fell asleep, not foreseeing your unfortunate days ahead of you. 

It hurt to remember, but he would never forget. Then he was too terrified of the consequences, but now he was learning to be more capable, and maybe he could release himself from the chains that trapped him in this dark, secluded place. He wanted it to become a reality, him not having to torment you for the sake of getting closer to you, or hearing your voice.

onto the next? >> part 2

[illumisplumpcherry]

So I am a writer...I mainly write for my friends and because they're so supportive (biased) towards me they think others should see the results of my bleeding brain. I think I'm just going to post random excerpts and chapters from stories I keep locked away...and if someone stumbles upon them and decently digests the nonsense they've read then I may be confident enough to post the whole thing.

There won't be much context, and if you recognize a few names that means you're familiar with kpop + anime...my nutrients.

Excerpt One: this is from one of my hybrid! stories ☆

~I normally don't write my stories in lowercase sowwyyy~

cont: bullying, degrading, mentions of SA

"so you're Diana's little pet? anabelle is it?"

"my name is arabella and I am not diana's pet..." she asserted confidently, continuing her steps back to the gymnasium.

"well aren't you cute...talking back and stuff. aww..." the fox grinned, circling her like the pretty prey she is.

She stopped in her tracks and flickered her eyes in annoyance "subin, really?" she huffed.

there were a group of guys shamelessly cornering her into the lockers while every single student and staff were at the pep ralley. she found it quite amusing actually. she's seen stuff like this happen in shows, she's even read about it. and now here she was, in the "oh so dreadful" position main characters would find themselves in. but this wasnt fiction, this was real life. what were they even going to do? she's never been bullied before so this was new. the huge figures closing in on her didn't sway her in the least. which only piqued their curiosity. someone so physically inferior, yet so brave.

"whats good?" she bolstered, refusing to back up. she was not getting pinned to the lockers. that would be too cliché.

"I want to use you anabelle..."

"yeonjun, you know my name is arabella-"

"that's what i said. now since your owner is trying to take my pet away, I'll just take hers. Even though you're a weak human who doesnt deserve my courtesy at all" with urgency he took hold of her face with one hand, "you're pretty cute, so im giving you a chance to willingly comply."

the audacity left her in shock. and she felt like her jaw was going to crack. she didn't expect that kind of strength from him. yeonjun was a feline. not a lion or anything, but some kind of exotic, rare cat breed that everyone put him on a pedestal for. but he had the strength of something much larger than him. yet she couldn't comprehend why someone she barely knew put their hands on her without permission. unaware of the potential danger she was in, arabella shoved him defiantly.

"ill let that slide." she rubs her hand over aching jaw, she can't afford a tussle right now. she had a reputation to uphold. her wealth, prominence, and overall charming disposition made her feel untouchable and protected, and she foolishly thought it would carry over to this uncharted territory of interaction. "like i said before, im not her pet, and beomgyu is supposed to be your friend. yet you treat him as a slave. she's not trying to take him away. she just wants to help him-"

A sudden, harsh strike across her face ends her little speech.

"im confused, I didn't ask you for an explanation sweetie" Yeonjun said squatting down to her level as she slumped to the floor, her vision blurry from the impact. "but youre absolutely right, you're not her pet, you're our pet now, okay?"

she nods her head, but not by her own will, his strong grip returned to her chin, moving her head up and down in agreement.

"i had a special collar made just for you bella" he grinned, standing to his feet. She keeps her head titled down, silently wishing diana could sense her crying somehow. could sense that she was in danger. arabella shakes her head in an attempt regain all of her vision back. But instead a small whine escaped her mouth when a strong hand yanked her hair, forcing her to stand in the process. her precious strands being ripped from her follicles almost rivaled the pain still emanating from her welted cheek.

she was met with the blank stare of the boy she sits behind in her ap lit class. he wasn't the nicest guy. but he wasn't mean either. their first interaction was him telling her to move out of his seat and neatly sitting her belongings on the floor. but he had a certain calm about him. so it actually surprised her that he would do something so aggressive.

"youre my pet arabella," he monotoned, he revealed a dainty gold choker from his hand. As it dangled in her face she thought it was quite pretty. but she noticed something odd about it.

"see, it's special because it has his name on it" laughed yeonjun, "so now everyone will know who you belong to. it's a little humiliating but just being a human is a humiliation in itself. So you should be used to it"

the surrounding guys burst with laughter as taehyun put the choker around her neck. he cracked a small smile afterwards. that was most the emotion she's ever seen from him. they weren't friends, they never spoke, but she just expected better from him for some reason. but the arrogant laugh that followed just proved that people aren't what they seem. he was a jerk too. and now she belonged to him.

"little girl, just because that necklace says 'taehyun' doesn't mean you dont belong to me. you're ultimately mine in the end" yeonjun assured. "it disgusts me how appealing you are though. how dare a human like you catch my attention like this. you think your looks and money is what's gonna save you, don't you?"

"no..." she muttered, avoiding eye contact with him.

" its a shame that you were never put in your place. it truly is. see, you ran alongside your hybrid friends and they protected you and constantly fed you lies about how important you were. they led you to believe you were actually equal to them and treated you like their little pretty princess, huh? Isn't that right?" said Yeonjun.

arabella was shaking at his words, deep down she felt that he was telling the truth. everything he said was always in the back of her mind, gnawing at the reality that was too good to be true for a human.

his clawed hand found it's way around her neck from her lack of a response.

"are you stupid? answer me when im talking to you arabella. I said Isn't that right?" he widened his eyes in anticipation for her answer.

"y-yes, you're right..."

"so you agree that you are nothing?" he smiled.

"yes...I agree" she whispered. diana and her friends would be so disappointed, but they weren't here right now and arabella felt like she had no choice. she was absolutely powerless in this situation. a horrible, all consuming feeling she never had the misfortune to feel until now.

"oh that's a good girl," he caressed her cheek "you're not completely worthless though..."

Yeonjuns eyes roam her all over her trembling body, as do the eyes of the other guys. he gently bit his bottom lip. her skirt was slightly bunched up from when he knocked her to the floor.

"maybe another day" he says to himself disappointingly, his eyes still glued to her thighs. they all had to get back to pep rally soon. You see, he was giving a speech in about 5 minutes actually. So unfortunately for him, he didn't have enough time to assault her properly.

"Ya know...diana can't always save you. what makes you think you're worth her time? she'll realize it soon" soobin chuckled, pushing her to floor once more.

"seungwoo and kookie already dropped you, what makes you think the rest of your pitying friends will stick around?" wooyoung added.

"i expected her to fight back a bit..." wooseok chimed in, he lightly nudged her head with the the tip of his designer shoe, "hmm..."

"aww, is she's crying!" subin laughed.

"i can give her something to cry about" yohan taunted, lifting her up by her shirt collar. arabella dangled in mid air. sheer panic sets in as he slams her hard against the lockers.

"hey that's enough," yeonjun said putting his hand up, "set her down gently, i don't want to break her just yet. where would the fun be in that? i think she gets the point. i just had to wipe that haughty smile off her face, and fuck she sure does look better like this. tears in those pretty eyes. she looks terrified. how fitting..."

yohan reluctantly did as he said. he barred his fangs at arabella in frustration like it was her fault. what he would give, nay, what they all would give to rip into her soft, curvy form right now. she jolts back reflexively from his growl. Yeonjun steps to her, placing his hand on top of her head, petting her with slight adoration and slight amusement.

"if you mention any of this to diana, i will quite literally eat you alive. you understand?" he said casually. "tell her you want to be my pet willingly."

arabella found it hard to speak, especially after that statement. he truly was a different person than before. and he truly was insane. she struggled against the heavy lump in her throat as she held back her sobs.

"i-i understand..."

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Sheltered: Chapter 11

Lily learns more about the hybrids they took in and has a better understanding of Soobin's behavior. How will she act around him with what she knows and who is that at the door?

It's Spring Break for us writers, so stay tuned for a week of updates to make up for the delay or visit here for the complete story.

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Choi Soobin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Hybrids

{Summary:} Realization finally dawned on Lily, knowing she now had the responsibility of three hybrids rather than three dogs. Her eyes grew wide while her eyebrows rose up in wonder before she turned her attention to her sister. The shocked expression of Rose had her smile sheepishly. “Well, at least we don’t have to name them.”

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Angst, Rut/Mating Behaviors, Prejudice, Unhealthy Family Dynamics, Aggression

{Taglist:} @chimsworldsstuff

After a long day filled with distracting thoughts of Soobin, Lily finally decided to approach Katharine with her questions about his behavior. If anyone had a clue, it would be her. She moved through the office, relieved to see most of her coworkers already left for the day so she didn’t have to worry about anyone eavesdropping. She peered around the corner to see Katharine diligently typing away at her computer, features stony as her focus fixated on her task. 

Lily quietly stood in the doorway, waiting for her boss to glance up as she cleared her throat for attention. Katharine snapped her gaze up and smiled as she realized her work friend was standing at the entrance of her office. Her typing ceased, “Hey, sorry I was emailing Hobi some information about a hybrid shelter.”

“Oh?” Lily walked into the room curiously, taking a seat in one of the chairs placed in front of Katharine’s desk. “What kind of information?” She was familiar with the work of her boss’s husband, but she was curious if maybe the information was tied to the boy’s legal owners. 

Katharine just waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, we’ve been talking about getting another one and this place looked nice.” She sighed, “It’s hard cause we can’t decide if we want a male or female. Males like to fight for dominance, and we wouldn’t want to make Jimin feel inferior.” She adjusted her posture, relaxing back into the cushion of her chair. “On the other hand, what if the female gets pregnant? I want hybrids, not children.” She tutted, lost in thought before shaking her head for clarity. “Girl, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ramble.”

“Oh, it’s fine. I understand.” She didn’t because just the idea of dealing with a litter of babies on top of managing the three hybrids overwhelmed her. Bringing a female home would definitely never be an issue. She shook the chaotic images of a house full of hybrids from her mind and redirected her focus. “So, males will fight? Is that always the case?” Maybe she missed something in her internet search.

“Not always, just when they weren’t raised together or, like, figured it out.” Katharine answered. Lily hummed as the response only confirmed that was not the root cause behind Soobin’s behavior. 

“Well, my…neighbor has a hybrid and she’s noticed that he’s more aggressive than usual. Do you maybe know why?” Lily leaned her elbows on the desk, sitting on the edge of her chair.

Katharine quirked her eyebrow and hummed in thought. “Well, depending on the breed, he could be protective or territorial. Um, could be abuse, neglect, illness…um, what else?” She raked her brain for more reasons and Lily felt clueless as she realized maybe there was a bigger issue than just his bad mood. “Do you know the breed?”

Lily glanced up to see Katharine stopped rattling off different causes. “He’s a Siberian husky.”

Katharine seemed surprised by that response. “How’s he been acting exactly?”

“Um…” Lily thought about it for a second. “I guess, he’s been aggressive with other hybrids and like, all up in my- I mean her business. Almost like he’s territorial, I think?” She didn’t know how to describe his temperament since it seemed to come in waves, and it was always directed at her and Jungkook. 

Her boss sat quietly for a second, wracking her memory for something that fit the description. She knew not all hybrids were exactly the same, but they were prone to inhibit common traits to their canine forms. Huskies were independent, smart, and friendly so it didn’t quite make sense that he was acting territorial. Finally, the light bulb shone in the darkness of her mind. “Did he hit his rut?”

Lily blinked as she stared at her boss with a blank expression, “What’s that? How do you know if he hit it?” She scrunched her fingers to make quotation marks around the technical term used in reference to a hybrid’s rut. 

Katharine bit her lip and nervously chuckled. “Well, it’s pretty much when they’re DTF…down to...you know.” She cringed as the words left her lips, vivid imagines of her hybrid, Jimin, going through his rut as he panted and humped his way around their home. 

“Oh….” The word dragged from Lily’s lips as the pieces began to click, realizing how needy Soobin seemed compared to the first few days. “So, how do you tell?”

Katharine sighed, “They’re pretty much a mess at that point so, if they’re acting out or trying to get your attention, that’s an easy sign. Their body usually gets hot, and they'll become sweaty or overheated. If they're territorial though…that usually means they want to…uh, you know…with that person.” She took a breath and looked Lily in the eye. “You said he was like that with your neighbor? Or with someone else?”

“Uh, yeah with her.” Lily answered nervously, her mind already running wild. She suddenly felt jittery as her imagination went rampant with possibilities, wondering if Katharine would confirm her thoughts.

“Then he probably wants to... her.” Katharine pursed her lips together, realizing the personal information she was gathering about this stranger and her hybrid. “Make sure to let her know cause he might get worse before he gets better.”

“What do you mean?” Lily’s mind halted from the seriousness in Katharine’s tone. 

Katharine glanced at the time, noticing that it was getting late, and began gathering her things. “Well during ruts, they’re instincts are to breed and the human part of them can only fight it for so long. If she doesn’t want him to force her into anything, she needs to make a decision and either give in to him or take a vacation.” She informed her friend as she got up, slipping her purse over her shoulder and tucking her folder under her arm.

Lily processed her words slowly, following her superior out of the office and heading down to the parking lot to head home. Katharine went back to talking about the possible new addition to their family, but Lily wasn’t paying attention. She was lost in thought, deciding what she should or shouldn’t do about Soobin. 

Katharine confirmed that he was most likely facing his rut, making Lily wonder when it exactly started and how much longer until it ended. However, the part that seemed to strike her the most was that Soobin’s behavior was mostly directed towards her and according to her boss, meant he wanted her. She bit her lip, imagining letting him have his way with her but shook her head to think rationally. Should she be doing that? Would things change if she did? What would Rose say? Or better yet, what wouldn’t she say?

When she finally reached her truck and slid into the driver’s seat, she gripped the steering wheel and laid her head against the top of it. “Shit.” She cursed softly to herself, upset that the information she sought after ended up bothering her. Now she had to face Soobin and she wasn’t sure how to act around him. She exhaled as she lifted her head, turning the key to her ignition; the roar of the engine only caused her body to shiver more with the gentle vibrations of the motor mixed with her sizzling nerves. 

—

Back at home, Soobin and Taehyun were playing Mario Kart, challenging each other again and again. Taehyun was ahead in the number of wins, but Soobin was determined to beat him. Jungkook watched them curiously, picking on the husky with each loss. The eldest hybrid sighed as boredom seeped in, glancing in the direction of Rose’s bedroom. He distinctly remembered her mentioning she had to do something and for them to keep busy, but beyond the television, there wasn’t much to do.

He pushed himself up from the couch, walking towards the long hallway. Taehyun noticed him leaving and called after him, “Where are you going?”

“I’m bored.” His voice was void of any emotion, conveying his indifference to their current activities.

“Did you want to play?” Taehyun held up his controller even though Jungkook moved past him.

“No.” Jungkook grunted as he turned the corner, pushing open Rose’s bedroom door. 

Rose was sitting in the middle of her bed with her legs crossed underneath a textbook and notebook perched on her lap. She pressed the end of a pen against her lip as she deeply thought of the information displayed before her. Her headphones looped over her head as she wore a pink leisure top and gray sleep shorts. Jungkook wordlessly moved to the bed after shutting the bedroom door and grabbed the books from her lap, placing them beside her. She hollered in protest as he plopped down beside her, preparing to lie down before she abruptly slammed the books back on her lap. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked, pulling the headphones from her ears to hear his excuse.

His eyebrows narrowed, glaring at the books as he pushed them off from her lap and firmly put his head there. “I’m bored.” He answered, closing his eyes as he tried to rest.

Rose threw her hands up in frustration and then scooted back along the bed, letting his head fall to the duvet. “JK, I need to study. Go do something else.” She moved to the side of the bed, swinging her legs off the sheets and getting up to study in Lily’s office. 

A small pout protruded from Jungkook’s lips as he watched her gather her study materials to leave the room. She only managed to take one step away from the bed until arms wrapped themselves around her middle and pulled her back. She stumbled as the back of her knees hit the bed, dropping her unceremoniously onto the duvet. She turned to protest but was surprised to witness Jungkook curl around her, tucking his body to spoon her like a body pillow.     He looked up at her with his large puppy eyes and Rose sighed as she sunk into the bed. “Fine, you can stay, but I need to study.” She lifted her legs up on the bed and crossed them again, resuming her original position. 

 Jungkook made a noise in his throat and shifted so that he could lay his head by her thigh and let his body curve around her back. The position was similar to the way he slept in his dog form and Rose couldn’t deny how endearing he seemed as he rested his eyes, digging his scalp against the plush comforter. 

 A soft smile graced her face as she tentatively reached a hand towards his hairline, dipping her fingertips through the forest of his roots to lightly scratch his head affectionately. He peeked at her from one eye and Rose pulled back, worried he might not want her to touch him. He reached up to grab her wrist that hovered just above his face and pressed her palm against his scalp. “Don’t stop.” His voice was gruff, but not in an aggressive way; the sound was almost relaxed.

 His grip on her wrist released and Rose continued to massage her fingers through his hair, opening her book back up to resume in her study session with her unoccupied hand. A small unrecognizable noise rattled in Jungkook’s throat before he closed his eyes, his body melting with her touch.

 “I’m home!” Lily hollered as she entered from the garage. Rose paused her affections as she heard the clamor of Soobin and Taehyun greeting her, expecting Jungkook would seek out her sister for entertainment. When he remained in his position despite the noise just within the hallway, she glanced down to find him practically asleep. His face brushed closer to the skin of her thigh and his breath blew a soft stream of warmth where his mouth hovered. 

—

 Lily changed into her comfy sleepwear with every intention of relaxing from a very interesting day that might stretch into the night as she considered the information about Soobin’s rut. When he and Taehyun greeted her, she could see the way his eyes were dilated, the pupils nearly engulfing his entire iris. She glanced at herself for a moment in the mirror, wondering what made her appealing to the hybrid or if it was simply based on the fact that he spent the most time with her. 

 The sudden vibration of her cell phone caught her attention, moving over to her bedside table to check the caller ID. She cringed as soon as she noticed it was her mother and almost didn’t answer but had a feeling she needed to pick up. “Hey, mom.” She spoke into the phone as she leaned it up to her ear. 

 “Hello, my child!” Rebecca sang dramatically, causing Lily to feel a pit in her stomach. Her mother sounded way too cheery, which only meant trouble for the sisters. “Are you busy?”

 Lily forced a smile on her lips to subconsciously brighten her voice. “Of course not. What’s up?”

 “Oh good, 'cause I’m on my way.” Lily nearly choked but held her breath as she listened to the distant sound of a car in the background.

 “On your way? Here?” 

 Lily was wide-eyed, glancing around her room to see all the boys' stuff lying around. Panic was setting in as she waited for her mother’s confirmation. “Yes, I’m bringing dinner. It’s one of those premade meals at the store…” Rebecca began to ramble on about how to cook a container of food as if Lily didn’t know how to read directions or ever cooked in her life. Lily blocked her out as she scrambled to throw the boys' things somewhere inconspicuous. 

 “Um, how far are you?” Lily interrupted, worried that her mom decided to call her at the very last minute.

 “Well, I just left my house about ten minutes ago. I just reached the interstate when I called you.” Rebecca responded through the phone, switching into the fast lane without properly using her turn signal. 

 Lily calculated the time in her head, mildly grateful that her mom wasn’t just down the street. “Okay well, see you when you get here.” She was trying to get off the phone so she could warn the others. 

 “Why are you rushing me off the phone?” Rebecca furrowed her brow, ignoring the honk from the car she cut off just a moment ago.

 Lily stuttered for an answer, “I-I’m not. I just want to clean up a little before you get here.”

 “Oh, you don’t have to do that.” Lily fought the urge to roll her eyes at the blatant lie, knowing she couldn’t possibly count the number of times her mother scrutinized the cleanliness of her house. “Well, I guess if the house is messy, I’ll let you go. See you soon!”

 The call disconnected and Lily bolted to Rose’s bedroom. Upon opening the door, she faltered a moment seeing Jungkook cuddled up on the bed with Rose petting his head softly as she glanced over her textbook. “Hey!”

 Rose heard the muffled sound and looked up to find her sister’s manic expression before pulling off her headphones. Jungkook stirred when Rose’s hand pulled away. “What’s wrong?” Rose asked, worried about what caused her sister such distress.

 “Mom’s coming here, like now.” Lily’s words came out in breaths as her body shook nervously. 

 Rose’s jaw dropped, a pit of dread plummeting in her stomach. “Shit.” She snapped her book shut and got up from the bed as Jungkook groaned from the disruption of his comfort. “How much time do we have?”

Lily thought about it, “Um, probably forty-five…ish.” Rose cursed again as she realized the house was not ready for a visit from their mom. “Okay, just hide all of their stuff and I’ll clean up as much as I can.” Rose nodded her head and began gathering all of Jungkook’s things lying about in her room.

Lily bound into the living room to find Taehyun and Soobin looking at her with concern. “We need to clean! Let’s go!” She clapped her hands with emphasis, relieved when they jumped up from the couch and followed her directions. Lily tackled the kitchen, making sure it was presentable since her mother would be nosing around while the meal cooked in the oven. 

The house bustled as everyone worked together to make everything presentable except for Jungkook, who moved at a snail's pace to “help.” Lily was erratically cleaning the dishes when Soobin came into the kitchen. He stood close, sensing her unease. “Can I help?”

Lily whipped her head to the side to find Soobin and a wave of heat rushed to her cheeks. She was already on edge because her mom was coming but being around Soobin after the night before was almost too much. “No, Soobin. I’m fine.” She continued to work on the dishes without realizing her hands were shaking behind the speed of her motions as she scrubbed the dish. 

She also overlooked the rigid tone that projected her words to him, causing him to feel dejected. He didn’t understand why she was acting this way and thought about their actions the previous night. Did he imagine her emotions and actions in the haze of his rut? Did he push her too far? His chest felt heavy as his shoulders slumped in defeat, thinking about how she didn’t want him.

Lily heard a small whine from the hybrid and glanced over to see the deep pout on his lips that nearly broke her resolve. Her drive home was difficult when all she could think about was how much she wanted him, but she was trying to be rational about it. She was out of her element and scared of what would happen based on her actions, but she never wanted to hurt him. 

She quickly dropped the dish and sponge before cleaning off the residue to stop him from leaving the kitchen. She cupped his cheeks, letting herself relax as his hands moved to her hips. “I’m sorry. I’m not upset with you. It’s just…my mom is well, a lot to handle.” His pout lifted as her nerves settled and her scent filled his lungs. “Once she’s gone, I’ll make it up to you. Anything you want…” 

She pulled back as she realized the mistake of her words, the heat invading her skin when he slightly smirked down at her. “Anything?” He hummed, leaning in close as his pupils engulfed his irises again. He was satisfied by the loud drumming of her heart as he diminished their proximity. 

He slowly maneuvered her against the counter, practically caging her from escaping his intense gaze as he looked at her as if he were ready to take her for all her worth. Lily stuttered again, dipping her tongue over her bottom lip. “Uh, w-well-”

“Are we done yet?” Soobin nearly growled when he snapped his head to find Jungkook standing at the entrance of the kitchen, apathetic to the current situation transpiring between the pair. 

“Um…” Lily slipped away from Soobin, much to his disappointment, and looked for her sister. “Rose, are we good?” She called out when she didn’t see her right away.

Rose came in from the garage, “Yep, put all their stuff in your truck for now.” She clapped her hands of the dust from her successful handiwork. Everyone was now huddled in the living room and that’s when it dawned on Rose that mom was going to be meeting their new household members. “So, how do you plan on telling Mom three men live with us and sleep in our beds?” She crossed her arms over her chest, watching her sister have a mild breakdown as the thought finally came to her.

“Um…you’re dogs! Be dogs!” Her panic set in as she anticipated her mother’s arrival any minute. Soobin and Taehyun shrunk down into their canine forms as Lily quickly scooped up their clothes to throw somewhere. She turned to grab Jungkook’s things but found him standing as his human self. “JK, please.”

Ding! Dong!

Soobin and Taehyun ran to the door, curious about the visitor, barking in greeting as Rose followed to open the door for their mother. She paused, waiting for Jungkook to switch forms, but feeling Rebecca’s impatience radiating through the thick wood of their front entrance. Lily glared at Jungkook, “Don’t do this now. I need you to be a dog just until she leaves.” She rarely was impatient with him, but she knew if her mother met them in their human forms, she would interrogate them. “Please.”

Jungkook sighed, letting his body slump down to the floor as if melting into his doberman form. Lily breathed with relief and snatched the clothes before tossing them in the laundry room, finally nodding for Rose to open the door. 

Rose plastered a fake smile on her lips as she welcomed her mom. “Hey!”

Rebecca was instantly startled by the large fluffy dogs that jumped for her attention. “When did you get dogs?” She asked as she maneuvered inside with the packaged meal in hand. Luckily, their mom was fond of animals more so than people and greeted them with mild excitement. “They’re gorgeous.”

The sisters bit back their laughter as Taehyun and Soobin wagged their tails from the compliment. Lily reached out for the tray of food, moving into the kitchen to start the oven right away to get the dinner over with as soon as possible. Jungkook sat in the middle of the hallway glowering at the woman as she moved further into the house. 

“You have three? Are you sure you can handle that?” Their mother asked. 

After setting up the oven to begin preheating, Lily glanced back towards Rebecca. “They were lost so I took them in. I think we’re doing a pretty good job.” She finally answered, feeling the familiar sense of insecurity creeping in that came from a visit with their mom. 

Rose pushed Jungkook’s intense demeanor to the side as she brought her mom to the living room and went through streaming options to entertain their guest. Taehyun jumped on the couch and placed himself in Rebecca’s lap, forcing her to give him attention while Jungkook kept his distance, soft growls rumbling in his throat that only Rose could hear. Rebecca ruffled Taehyun’s fur with a smile, “This one is full of energy. Do you walk them often?”

Lily sighed as their mom began her interrogation, questioning their ability to care for the three hybrids. “Yes, of course.” She opened the package of the meal, reading the instructions before she noticed the size of the serving. There was no way that would feed the women, let alone the additional hybrids and she couldn’t exactly feed them stuffed peppers without it looking suspicious. 

She pulled out her rice cooker and tossed 3 cups of uncooked rice in the pot before scavenging for some protein and vegetables to create a meal for the boys. She found some shredded carrots and leftover chicken that would work perfectly. She placed them on the counter before the oven signaled that it was fully heated. She pulled back the film over the package and placed the dish in the oven before moving into the living room to join her family. 

She noticed Jungkook and Soobin were just sitting on the edge of the living room carpet, one waiting for her and the other avoiding the intruding presence. “Come on.” She spoke softly, brushing her fingers over Jungkook’s scalp to feel how tense he was. The way he flinched from her touch was a clear indicator that he wasn’t very happy about their predicament. 

She continued to the couch finding her spot on the chaise as Soobin jumped up next to her and placed his head in her lap. Rose put on a thriller as their mom enjoyed the genre and hoped that would keep her from asking any more questions. “What are their names?” Rebecca asked, much to Rose’s chagrin.

Lily froze, meeting Rose’s stare. Lily looked at Soobin, trying to think of a name on the tip of her tongue. “This is Chief.” She wasn’t sure why that was the first thing that popped into her brain, but just rolled with it as she fixed her gaze on Taehyun. “That’s Bullet.”

She then turned to Jungkook as he slowly crept to the couch to sit at the far end near Rose’s feet, his stare fixed on Rebecca. She looked at the bulky frame of the doberman and blanked. Rose could see her struggle and glanced down at the dog by her feet, a smirk crawling over her features. “Kookie.” She ruffled the short fur on the top of his head, laughing as his ears flopped with the motion. 

Jungkook growled up at her before fixing his stare back towards Rebecca. Their mother looked at her daughters skeptically as she digested the names. “What a sweet name for such an aggressive dog.” She commented as she turned her attention to the movie.

Lily became tense as she heard Jungkook’s growl amplify and looked toward the other end of the couch to signal for him to calm down. He refused to look in her direction and Lily waved towards Rose, mouthing “Behave.” Rose reached down and gently scratched Jungkook’s head just as she did before their mom decided to pay them a last-minute visit. He relaxed a little with her touch, but just enough to move his stare away from Rebecca and focus up on Rose.

Time passed as the family sat in the living room, trying to enjoy the movie while waiting for dinner to be finished. The sisters could hardly pay attention, too occupied with making sure the hybrids stayed in their forms and behaved. The sound of the rice cooker was the salvation that broke the tension in Lily’s shoulders. She leaped from the couch, surprising Soobin as he watched her leave with a whine. 

“Is that the peppers?” Rebecca called after her eldest daughter. 

Lily looked towards the oven and saw the timer still had ten more minutes. “No, just the rice.” She unplugged the cooker and lifted the lid to fluff the rice. 

“Rice? For what?” 

The eldest brunette placed the lid back on the cooker and racked her mind for dishes to use for the boys. “It’s for the dogs.” She answered, sighing in defeat when she realized they didn’t have dog bowls since they ate in their human form for the most part. 

“Wow, you spoil them, don’t you?” Rebecca cooed at Taehyun as his tongue hung from his mouth, loving all the attention.

Rose laughed and rolled her eyes. “Oh, you have no idea.” She gave Jungkook a knowing look, her smirk ever-present on her lips.

Lily worked on prepping the rest of their meal, using their normal bowls, be damned what her mom might say about them being used for animals. She scooped a spoonful of rice into each dish before placing some pieces of chicken and carrots on top. She heated the dishes in the microwave to warm up the toppings for just a minute and pulled them back out to mix the contents of the bowls. 

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The oven’s timer went off, letting Lily know the stuffed peppers were finally cooked through and ready for consumption. She bustled to get everything together, placing the peppers on a serving plate and centering it on the dining table. “Dinner’s ready!” She hollered, dashing back to the kitchen to grab plates and utensils. “Mom, what would you like to drink?” Lily worked hard to cater to their mother, trying to avoid any more tension until she left. 

After preparing the table and setting the dogs up with their bowls, Lily finally relaxed into her chair. Conversations were brought up about school and work, their mom beaming with enthusiasm as her daughters achieved titles for themselves, climbing up the social hierarchy. Soobin munched on his food as he sensed Lily’s nerves buckling from Rebecca’s questions about promotions and raises. 

“It must be difficult taking care of three dogs and your sister.” Rebecca sat back, fixing her stare at her eldest. “You need to meet someone who can provide for you.”

Lily bit back the urge to roll her eyes, remembering how ecstatic her mom was about her ex. She went to respond, but Rose cut her off. “Lily doesn’t take care of me; I take care of myself.” It was true, Rose worked hard to pay her own bills and helped with some of the house utilities. 

“Oh, I’m sure you do, but you’re just a waitress now.” The simple phrase pissed Rose off. She knew she was working hard to graduate and make more money, but she hated that her mom belittled a job that was considered a career for others. 

Jungkook scarfed down his meal, the hairs on his back bristling with the waves of frustration rippling from the girls. He noticed Lily nudge her leg against Rose’s, shaking her head disapprovingly. It made him wonder what their silent communication meant as they just let this woman belittle them since she arrived.

Taehyun finished his meal and meandered his way toward Rebecca, looking up at her with his large puppy eyes before he began whining for food. Their mother cooed down at him, petting his fur. “They really are quite good…well, except one.” Her eyes flickered towards the doberman, who slobbered over his food. “He just doesn’t seem like a good fit.”

“Mom...” Lily exhaled, ready to stand up for Jungkook, but was cut off by Rose.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The youngest was beyond irritated that her mom was dismantling their peaceful evening and then making jabs at Jungkook. Her patience was running thin.

Lily tried to signal for Rose to abort her mission and cut this topic before it escalated, but her sister kept her focus on their mother. She yelped when she felt a cold, wet nose pressing against her thigh and glanced under the table to find Soobin, nuzzling his snout against her. She reached down and brushed her fingers through his thick hair, smiling as he chased the feeling of her hand on his head. 

“Well, I’m just saying Dobermans are very aggressive dogs. You two are better suited with Chief and Bullet.” Taehyun’s ear lowered against his head, confused by her words. It was the three of them and would always be. Jungkook took care of them; they needed him, otherwise, they would have never found their new home. “Three dogs are just too many.”

Jungkook stopped eating and hunched down like a predator about to pounce on his prey, approaching the table as he bared his teeth, snarling at their mom. Rose turned in her chair to see Jungkook stalking towards her mom. “Kookie…” She warned, hoping he would behave just by the tone in her voice. 

Their mother boldly looked into Jungkook’s glare and waved her finger with a tut of judgment. “See? That’s just no good. He’s a liability.” Jungkook snapped his jaw at her as he barked loudly in warning. “Bad dog!” He lunged forward, ready to bite the offensive finger she pointed at him accusingly, but Rose dove on top of him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him against her chest as he fought to attack.

His demeanor set the other two off, Soobin howling at Lily, standing before her protectively. Taehyun barked at Rebecca, baring his teeth in defense of Jungkook. Lily tried to guide the others away while Rose wrestled Jungkook. “You can’t handle him. He needs proper training.” Their mother insisted as she stood up from her seat, nervous that Jungkook would break loose from Rose’s hold.

“Just shut up!” Rose grunted. She laid her head against Jungkook’s back when he stopped growling. Everyone froze as they looked towards Rose, not used to her speaking up so rashly. She wasn’t afraid to share her opinion, but she never really lashed out. “Yeah, he’s a lot sometimes, but he probably never had a good home.”

Jungkook relaxed against her hold curious by her words. Was she defending him? Rebecca narrowed her eyes at her youngest, “Excuse me? Did you tell me to shut up?”

Lily panicked as she wrapped one arm around Soobin and Taehyun’s neck. She only hoped her sister didn’t dig them further into the grave.

“Yeah, I did. Kookie is my dog, and I don’t appreciate the way you talk about him.” Now that he was settled, she gently stroked his fur with a smile ghosting over her lips. Her mind drifted to his actions at the diner, how he stood up for her and in that moment, she wanted to return the favor. “So, what if he’s a doberman? It doesn’t matter. He’s the best and there’s nothing you can say to change my mind.”

Jungkook looked back at Rose, his large eyes curious about her words. Did she really mean that? He could sense her ease and knew she was being sincere. His body chased her touch, nuzzling his head back into her palm for more affection. Lily watched in awe, the long-awaited moment where her sister finally accepted Jungkook into their home was unorthodox, but just as gratifying. 

Rebecca huffed in response to Rose’s comments, lifting her nose up at the doberman regardless of her daughter’s argument. “Don’t cry to me when he bites someone.” 

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[rainbowstargazerlilies]

Hi! It’s you, surprise!

Anyway, I’m so mentally ill over “the stars claim them” a d I love it I love it I love it. Ever now and then I’ll think to myself “hey, what’s a good fic to read?” And every time it’s yours.

It’s just like [image of cat eating a box] and just so good. It honestly might get printed out and bound into an irl book just so that I can actually bite it.

(I am working so hard not to get off topic)

I don’t think I’ve ever found it harder to explain my love for something with actual words. Your writing alone is incredible. I think I’ve already said this in a comment but I am constantly on the edge of my seat waiting to see what you do next, and you write all of the character so well.

Never before have I wanted this much to reach into a fan-fictional world and scoop out an oc with my hands and just hold them like a tiny little kitten. (Technically accidentally did that with a character anyway but ah well)

Plot aside, because I’m already talking characters, I love the cast you’ve chosen so so so so so so much, I love the diversity and headcanons. And I especially love the dynamics and interactions with each other. And the parallels, oh my goo the parallels in character pairings that pop up occasionally. (Lyf and Micheal, Tim and Grifter’s Bone guy (his name evades me), even just the whole vampire Gerry thing)

Which reminds me, you’ve managed to have at least one reference to wtnv in every book so far, is this deliberate or just art?

Okay, I could talk characters all day so let’s move onto plot now and I’ll ramble about individuals later. 300+ (or something) chapter slow burn my beloved. And then everything just tumbling around around it is just wonderful.

Lyf was just out here trying to live their best life and then things just kept happening to them over and over and over and over again, first the prisoners, then the train, then the prisoners again, then the void, then space, then Nastya, then death, then earth, then the spooks, then the mechs, then the spooks, then the mechs, then the circus, then the mechs, then probably some more spooks, then [see last three lines].

Poor inspector is in the washing machine of happenings.

And of course, gotta adopt a family along the way because, as Batman has shown us, the best way to recover from your whole family dying is to just adopt more.

And the whole chaos avatar screwing with all the other fear’s shticks is an incredible concept and I adore it. I also find it beautifully hilarious. Do you think Lyf could just rainbow people like they did Gerry to help them escape their entity? Instead of like, eye stabbing?

And the fact Lyf sees the fears in colours and one of the first people they meet in Gerry, who originally referred to them as colours in the show, is just fabulous. And then Lyf being all the colours is also marvellous.

(I feel like I’ve been going too long, am I going too long?)

There’s just so many little plot points that I adore that I can’t remember them all at once let alone put them in words so maybe I’ll just doom spam ask you a live rereading so that I get all the bits.

This story is my soul, my life, I am empty without it. Anyway, off to go read it again probably.

Thank you for writing, I love it so much.

!!!!!!!

Thank you so much! I've really loved writing this story, and seeing other people enjoying it to similar levels is beautiful. And no worries about getting off topic or going too long-- I've written this story for over a year. If anyone's going too long here . . .

But anyway. Let's chat!

If you (or anyone else!) ever get this story printed out and bound, I would love to see it <3

I'm so glad you enjoy the writing and characters, too! I personally love my characters and try to let them guide the story as much as possible, so hearing that I write them well is fantastic. So. Thanks!

(And I get the feeling. I've literally made tiny knit dolls for some of my OCs along with my TMA and Mechs ones. Brenn and Juniper my darlings, for instance. And my Lyf, of course. That doll has now crossed so many state lines because I keep bringing them on road trips and the like with me. . .)

Character parallels too. . . yeah, there's a lot that can be said about the way characters parallel and interact and misunderstand each other, and I love writing them doing that. It's fun to consider, and I love it :)

The washing machine of happenings. . . yeah, that sounds about right :D

Heh, adopting a new family to cope with losing one is certainly a way to put it! Not sure how well that works, for Lyf or for Batman, particularly when said New Family also gets into danger, but. . . yep!

Could Lyf just rainbow people to help them escape from an entity? Likely! It would hurt a LOT, though, and it'd probably end up having consequences, you know? Whether it's that the person in question becomes a chaos magnet, or whether they'd be able to break reality too. . . yeah, that's an interesting one to ponder.

I love that, yep!

I'd love to see your thoughts if you do that, whether it's on here or on Ao3! Like I said, I've been writing this for more than a year now, and I really do love talking to people about it.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts like this, and I hope you continue to enjoy the story! We've got some fun times ahead. . .

[iloveroblox48]

hobbies ❣︎

❣︎ ➝ Masterlist here!

❣︎ ➝ Featuring: shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya,katsuki bakugou,ejirou kirishima,denki kaminari,shinso hitoshi,hanta sero,tamaki amajiki,mina ashido,jirou kyouka,ochaco uraraka

❣︎ ➝ A/n:them with a fem reader who does different hobbies tried a new layout for this bc there is so many characters (my favs) and there is no group/theme the layout is inspired by different blogs i saw but i forgot their name (◞‸◟) this layout is not permanent! ill probs only use it for posts like these this is also kind of rushed maybe this is also slight rant… anyways ignore grammar/spelling mistakes requests open as always enjoy ⁽˙³˙⁾

❣︎ ➝shoto todoroki who meets you one day at the ice rink he normally goes there to help train the fire side of his quirk. as he’s walking through the doors he sees you on the ice its an early morning so he didnt expect anyone let alone you to be there he had seen you a few times at ua huh? nonetheless you look breathtaking your in your skirted leotard all shiny and he just sees you all of your spins and twirls on the ice you had did this particularly elegant upright spin one leg being held above your head your back slightly arched.you were out of breath panting slightly then you finally noticed another presence you started to look around for whatever was giving you this eerie feeling then your met with a pair of gray and teal eyes staring at you.

“you have very nice legs”

okay who is this guy and why is being such a flipping creep!

“uhm thank you…do i know you?”

“right im shoto todoroki and i go to ua too can you teach me to be a little more flexible like you”

“uh sure just dont expect me to go easy on you”

❣︎ ➝izuku midoriya who notices in training how easily you can pull back from a fight to get a breather or how you can spin and dodge attcks! its kind of like his dodge moves! maybe you thought he was so admirable you took notes from him too! so obviously he has to question you on who’s agency you went to because he has never seen a fighting style like that!he doesn’t want to overwhelm you though so he tries to keep his ranting to a minimum! even if you tell its fine and he can rant to you

“i saw you out there training today and uhm i was wondering how did you learn all of those dodge moves?”

“oh well i actually did some tumbling but mainly ballet wich is why im able to!”

“oh wow!”

thats so smart why didnt he think of that! you were able to spin and dodge because you did ballet! well after a while of teaching him some moves for dodging you guys became friends then started dating he goes to everyone of your plays and shows!

❣︎ ➝katsuki bakugou who notices you in ua you were in lunch yelling some guys head off for whatever reason he just knew you were pissed then all of a sudden it had broke out into a fight and you were…winning? holy shit you were! the guy seemed like no match for you but he guesses it was the other way around once you had started beating that guy up there was a decent sized crowd around you,he assumed mr.aizawa was on the way soon but after the guy was on the floor you lifted one of your fists up it looked like you barely had a single scratch the crowd broke into cheers all around! until mr.aizawa showed up to take you to the principal nezu’s office it seems like you werent new there! thats the first time he saw you and definitely wouldnt be the last.the next time he saw was a saturday afternoon at his favorite boxing place he saw you in the ring you had won once again gloved hand in the sky mouth guard in place,you were widely smiling,your eyes looked batshit crazy maybe thats what peeked his interest in you and why he wanted to talk to you in class the next day.

“oi nerd dont i know you from somewhere?”

“we go to the same classes so i would assume you knew me you idiot”

“not what i meant smartass,i meant i saw you in the ring last saturday”

“you saw my win?”

“hell yeah”

Since that day you guys became an unstoppable duo both of you guys being fierce hotheads and thats what he loved the most about you.

❣︎ ➝ejirou kirishima who originally meets you through katsuki not because your friends.. more like cooking enemies? you and katsuki had a cook off both of you making a spicy curry to see who’s was the best of course! and the only person able to handle the spice of the dishes was kiri! anyone else would have burnt their damn tounge off! he was sitting at the common room table both bowls of curry siting in front of him the both smelt heavenly! you and katsuki were standing before him and there was some sort of tension in the air.

“so.. what am i doing here?”kiri asked

“you’re here because you’re deciding on whos curry is best! and plus you’re the only one who can take the heat”you informed.

“what nerd said”

He tasted both and they were so good but he knew he had to choose one.

“uhm the one on the right”

“yes!!”

holy crap! your cooking was better then katsukis! well ever since that day when you and katsuki have cook offs he is your test subject he gets free food and a drama show two wins for one! but of course kiri has to befriend you because no one has ever beaten katsuki’s cooking like that!

❣︎ ➝denki kaminari who notices you during the ua festival your running all around the school a lanyard with a camera adorned around your neck,he assumed your taking pictures for the schools news about the festival! hes listend to your podcast,read some of your papers,even looked at the adds for upcoming events! he only wnated to be well rounded and informed about the school right? well you were very admirable weren’t you? you always had the most interesting talks on the podcast,the eye catching pictures for the schools website he definitely had to talk to you so he could put up an add for his classes band performance that way he can get even more people to come the adds you made were so fun and noticeable anyways and thats just what they needed!

“hey uhm you’re y/n right? you make all those adds and stuff”

“sure do! can i help you with something?”

“yeah actually i need some posters for my classes band performance can you please help me make some?”

“of course!”

he found out your personality was just as bubbly and upbeat as your works! he really enjoyed them he found out.

❣︎ ➝hitoshi shinso who finds you during winter on instagram weird he knows but you seems to have the same personality as him calm, lazy, and you like cats from all the pictures you posted on your stupid page! some were black, calico, orange even white he assumed they were all strays but everytime you posted them they had a little hat on or maybe even a little vest where on earth did you find sweaters for these poor cats? and where were you finding all the cats?! so he of course he had to swipe up on your most recent story it was a black cat with an pumpkin on his sweater.

i’m_hitoshi “where do u find all the strays&sweaters”

its_y/n “i find them at the local cafe thats like 10 mins from ua i make the sweaters😌”

im_hitoshi “u make them?”

its_y/n “yep i crochet them🙂‍↕️”

well know he had to meet you he saw you in ua sure but you never really talked to anyone.you guys soon talked though sometimes about work sometimes cats or whatever you were crocheting. it was nice to meet someone who was quite and wasnt always up in his bubble and someone who wasnt scared of his quirk.

❣︎ ➝hanta sero has seen you around ua! you’ve beaten him a few times in training and your personality was always super calm and laid back he really did like you! and wanted to get to know you more he doesnt know why you were just so captivating maybe it was the laid back personality,maybe it was the way you smelled like sea salt and flowers,maybe it was the way you were so relaxing. well he has been sulking around for some time so the bakusqaud insisted that he come to the beach with him to take his mind off things the ocean always calmed him down! him and his friends had arrived at the beach he was in his teal swimming trunks flamingos with different accessories plasted all over them he looked towards the ocean only to see a big wave and someone surfing it? it was…you? it really was you! your feet were planted sternly on the board,your hair was wet and slightly weighed down on your shoulders,and you were wearing a teal triangle bikini flamingos all over it! you guys had to be soulmates he thought! suddenly you were down with the wave and started swimming back out to shore to sit on your board for a while.you were sitting there a sandwich in your hands drink,chips and fruits to the side.when the sound of the sand crunching broke the sounds of the waves.

“hey! uh im hanta sero i dont know if you know me but we both go to ua”

“of course i know you! come sit”and patted the empty space on your board he found out it was really easy to conversate with you! you offered him some of your food and even talked about how you guys were matching corny bathing suits! safe to say you guys ended up captivating each other.

❣︎ ➝tamaki amajiki who meets you through nejire if anything he wouldnt have talked to you at all! he had seen you a few times sure! but you were intimidating and bold.he found out through nejire that you were on the debate team no wonder you were so bold and fierce! he admired you for some time now they way you could easily be around people,talk on the news when you had captured a villian he really liked you and your ways! it was sealed though when one day nejire asked him to go with her to one of your debates claiming she saw the way he looked at you and maybe you guys could get closer! well he did go only you see you and you looked amazing your at some podium with others and another school on the other side he didn’t even remember what it was about just that you were a master at your craft and ua’s school won the event.nejire eneded up giving him a little push to talk to you though!

“uhm im tamaki amajiki”

“duh! i know who you are silly! but im y/n i saw you hanging out with mirio and nejire!” you had continued to ramble on about how you knew him and his friends you were intimidating sure but you were also very easygoing and bubbly.good thing opposites attract.

❣︎ ➝mina ashido who is friends with everyone in school! and she doesnt plan to change that with you! she started talking to you,you were just as bold and easygoing as she was! considering you were friends with everyone too! she saw you around school you guys talked about random things mainly gossip or schoolwork but you guys got along very well! she was in her dorm on her phone scrolling through her insta feed then a nail account had popped up and it looked like you did them you did nails that was so cool! why didnt you tell her?! she had to text you right away one to interrogate you and two to get her nails done!

thebaddiemina67 “GIRL WHY DIDNT U TELL ME U DID NAILS?!? 😠”

its_y/n “WDJSQP LOLL I THOUGHT I DID WHY U WNT TO BE MY TEST SUBJECT 😛”

thebaddiemina67 “HELL YEAH On my way! TO THE COMMONS!”

thebaddiemina67 “…😭”

its_y/n “LMAOO THE AUTOCORRECT😭”

❣︎ ➝kyouka jirou who was in the kitchen one evening making a cup of momos tea the kettle on stove boiling, she quickly reached into the cabinets to grab her favorite mug, it was surrounded by other beautiful mugs some had a floral print on them, bows ,cats, just all around random prints! when did we get so many mugs she thought none the less she grabbed her mug and poured the hot water into the glass with the tea bag,thats when the doors to the dorms opened and you were there you had on a white apron with some clay stains on your hand were slightly muddy and you were holding a brand new project in your hands!

“jirou just the girl i wanted to see! i made you something…” you held out your hands a mug with little purple guitars on it and a little circular cd tray

“what are these for?”

“oh uhm the mug i made because you didnt have many and the cd is a place you can put your guitar picks i hope you like them”

“thanks thats really thoughtful of you!” every now and then she would receive little tokens off appreciation from you some being mugs,pots,etc no matter what she cherished them.

❣︎ ➝ochaco uraraka who noticed that everyday you came back to the dorm you had some sort of apron on and dirt all over it so after a while she asked you what was up with that only you find out you had a small garden walks away from here! how cool so on a random sunny saturday she came with you to the garden inside where all types of fruits and veggies! well it became a routine for you guys to walk there and chat about class,then you would take care of whatever plants were in season,you would clean up and head back to the dorms a simple routine really! but you enjoyed her joyful presence,but you didnt miss the way she stare down the strawberries i mean they were ripe right? it was the day after you guys had done your normal routine so sunday,you walked into the dorms and uraraka was in the kitchen looking in the fridge for something or maybe she was just rummaging around for a snack! who knows well you had gotten her a little gift anyways.

“hey uraraka! i brought you something”

“hey y/n! what is it you know i hate when you spend money on me”

“well lucky for you i spent no money on this!”you handed her the small container of strawberries

“strawberries? but you growing these all season..i cant these”

“uh yes you can and you will! i insist”

so not only did you guys have a regular routine to go to your garden together but you gift her whatever fruit she was eyeing or wich ever one was in season.she would never get tired of your gifts from the garden.

[spiteless-xo]

helloooo! I would sell my soul to hear a play by play commentary of the entire camping fic buuuuut how about this section? when I read it I was grinning ear to ear hehe

“Did Eren give you your sleeping bag?” Zeke asks. You snap your attention towards Zeke at the fire. “What?” “You left it with us the last time we went camping,” Zeke says after a slow, steady blow on the fire. “We brought it with us and left it in the car for you.” That’s right. You remember now. Last weekend when you went camping, Pieck and Zeke took your sleeping bag because you were carrying all of the garbage and didn’t have room for it. Pieck promised that she would bring it for you this weekend. You glance over at Eren and see him struggling to hold back a smile. “He said he didn’t have the keys to your car.” “Huh? We gave them to him last night,” Pieck says, looking over at Eren. “Oh right,” Eren pulls a set of keys from the pocket of his sweatpants. He rattles them around in the air, “I forgot.” You ball your hands into tight fists as you glare at Eren. “What?” Pieck calls your name, but you can’t tear your eyes away from Eren’s shit-eating smirk. “Where did you sleep last night if you didn’t have your sleeping bag?” Just then, Porco and Reiner join the group, yawning and grumbling as they settle into their chairs around the sputtering fire. “Jesus Christ, you two are animals. I had to sleep with fuckin earplugs in to drown out the sound of you two fucking,” Porco says, giving Pieck a playful tap on the arm with his fist. “Jaeger, Jaeger!” He squeals, an embarrassing imitation of your sounds from last night. “Huh? We didn’t have sex last night.” You are fuming. Your face is hot, your body is hot, you can hardly see straight. You can only focus your vision on Eren, whose full body is shaking in an effort to hold back his laughter. “What the fuck is your problem,” Porco scoffs, looking over at him. You notice from the corner of your eye that Zeke looks up from the fire at you and he mumbles quietly, “Him? Really?” Pieck looks at you, then at Eren, then back at you. She repeats your name but you can hardly hear her over the sound of the blood rushing in your ears. “Where did you sleep last night?”

asks game prompt

hehehe tysm for participating!! 🥰🥰🥰 because im struggling in bed rn, ill give you a rough commentary on the whole fic

apologies in advance for the length!!

i wrote this in the authors note for the fic, but the entire fic was heavily inspired by this gone wild audio. i heard it and i immediately was like, omg this is eren. but i had never written eren before and tbh i was really really scared because he's such a popular character

lowkey, the reader in this story is annie-coded. i loved writing annie in tbas and so i modelled the reader in camping after her, and i got a lot of complaints that she was bitchy 💀 but i love her. also i don't think it's mentioned at all, but i imagine reader to be slightly older than eren in this fic.

also lowkey, but i would say that this fic is in the same "multiverse" as tbas and tbaw. except in this, zeke isn't a horrible asshole and eren moved to marely with him for some reason. i can't remember how many details i ended up changing when i posted the fic, but that's what my mindset was when i was originally writing it.

the setting for this is based on my memories from camping at rec sites in the summertime. in Canada, there are provincial camp grounds which are well-maintained and usually pretty busy. there's typically another person camping less than 10ft away from you on all sides, so it's not very private. but my friends and i like to find less popular rec sites which are a lot more secluded, less maintained, and usually a bit of a grind to get to. so that's where i see the characters for this fic (also irl, sound travels really easily so they probably would've woken everyone up with their antics 💀)

regarding the passage you selected specifically:

idk if anyone caught on, but i tried to mention a few times that eren had a set of keys on him that he was trying to hide from reader, so the "big reveal" at the end would seem so out of place.

it feels a little scummy, but in my head, eren never really intended to hook up with reader that night. he had just wanted to get her to be a little more comfortable with him because he was sad that she was always so rude and obviously hated him. he likes their banter and he's attracted to her and he just wants things to be good between them but then one thing led to another annnnnnnnd....

also porco thinking that pieck yells out zeke's LAST NAME during sex is so funny to me. and although it's never explicitly mentioned, porco and reiner shared a tent 👀

altho zeke's not a total asshole, he's still a dick about eren to his friends. he shittalks him and exaggerates eren's laziness, when really eren is just kind of depressed and lonely without his friends in marley. so when zeke finds out that reader hooked up with eren, he's upset that his little deception didn't work. in my head, zeke doesn't want people to like eren because he's insecure. which is also why a university professor is hanging out with a bunch of students 💀

i've thought about doing a part 2 to this fic where eren apologies to reader for embarrassing her and tricking her and they have a little heart-to-heart out on the lake (and then hook up again in a kayak) but i don't know what any of the other side characters would do/react so idk how i would flesh out the rest of the story.

eeee this was so fun!! tytyty for asking!

[eleanor-bradstreet]

Oh to go back and see these notes, when you were but a sweet summer child with barely an inkling of what was coming 😈

Thank you for seeing the parallel stubbornness in A&E. I suppose they epitomize an unstoppable force (E) versus an immovable object (A). 😅 Communicating effectively is difficult for them, despite how genuinely they love each other. “Little miss talks a lot better watch her tude!” 🤣🤣 As you know, it takes her a while to learn her lesson…

Thank you too for saying you hoped to see a circle back to their initial conversation - full disclosure, I didn’t initially plan to write one but now…..just for you 💙

I’m so grateful you saw Anthony as I did - that he is spurred into action whenever need arises and he is going to fix things through sheer force of will if he has to. If you can’t tell by now, this story is largely told through his eyes as the person trying to hold everything (and everyone) together. As you’ll know, he’s the one character I added to this storyline who wasn’t there in the book version, but did I even have a choice? Of COURSE Anthony has to be there in his family’s time of need. And considering that I moved the illness before Eloise’s wedding, he would have been chaperoning her. The pieces fell together too perfectly to have A, B and E (my faves) separated from the rest of the family when crisis befell them. This, like so many of my other stories, is a chance for Anthony to shine by enduring all the pain I put him through 🥲

Sophie and Anthony - as you’ve seen by now their relationship is complicated, but it is BY FAR my favorite non-romantic one. It exists entirely in my HC as far as I’m aware, because they essentially never interact in the books. But oh goodness, there are so many riches to explore there. Sophie does trust him and is relieved once he arrives. But as you know, it takes more time for them to truly be vulnerable with one another, and we have yet to see how that will play out in future 💖

I can’t tell you how giddy your feedback makes me. 🫶 I know this one is a heavy lift, so thank you thank you thank you x1000 for pushing through, and please continue to call me every name in the book as I slowly twist the knife. You know I do it out of love 💙

Willow Bark - Day 1: A Letter

Rated: T, whump and angst Word count: 2.1k

Day 2 Masterpost

Summary: Anthony and Eloise discuss her marriage to Sir Phillip, then receive an urgent letter.

“Eloise, you must tell me now. Is this engagement on or off?” Anthony looked sternly at his sister who sat across from him in the carriage.

She wouldn’t meet his eyes. Her lips thinned into a line as she fought to hold back her tears and just shook her head, staring out the window as they trundled along the country roads.

“Eloise,” Anthony pressed her. He didn’t know what had occurred in her conversation with Sir Phillip, but he knew it was not promising for their impending marriage. He had stood at a distance while the three of them walked the grounds at Romney Hall, this being one of his sister’s supervised visits with the suitor whose home she had unceremoniously run away to a week prior. To get ahead of the scandal sure to arise from such a situation, the couple had agreed to a quick marriage in two weeks’ time, filling the interim with chaperoned visits so that they may get to know each other better and, more importantly, so that Anthony could take the measure of Sir Phillip’s character before he turned his sister over to the man.

They had been strolling through Sir Phillip’s impressive gardens, Anthony investigating a trellis of pea plants, when he suddenly heard Eloise’s voice raise to a shout. The next he knew, she was marching back toward him with balled fists and that oh-so-familiar Eloise scowl, while Sir Phillip stood still in the background, in apparent shock. Eloise had demanded that they leave immediately and had refused to explain anything as they loaded into their carriage and took off back to Aubrey Hall.

Now that they were alone, the cracks in her fierce exterior were starting to show, and she was on the verge of tears. If something had occurred that made her want to call off the engagement, Anthony needed to know. If Sir Phillip had done anything to insult or harm his sister, he would happily put an end to the wedding plans and make sure the man was branded as a villain among the gentry. But in typical Eloise fashion, she was being stubborn and refusing to divulge anything.

“I’m not sure.” She finally returned, clearly trying to sound steady despite her reddened face.

“What did he say that’s got you so upset?” Anthony attempted to be comforting but couldn’t deny the immense aggravation this entire situation was causing him. Leave it to Eloise to find a husband through the wildest, most disruptive means possible. First, she had gone missing from their London home, and then once the family discovered her secret cache of letters to Sir Phillip, he and his brothers had set out for Romney Hall to find her staying with the man without a proper chaperone. Once the engagement was agreed upon and a day of good-natured shooting was held at their brother Benedict’s nearby home, Colin had rejoined his pregnant wife and the rest of their family in London. Anthony had remained with Eloise at their country seat, waiting for everyone to reconvene for the wedding celebration in one week’s time. 

He missed his wife and children and longed to be with them. He was weary of the interminable carriage rides back and forth between Aubrey and Romney Hall, hours each way. But it was his duty to safeguard his sister, to ensure she was entering into a respectable marriage and didn’t land herself in even more trouble, as she was wont to do. The whole family had been so relieved to learn that she had been found, but preventing a scandal required hasty nuptials and he knew everyone back in London would be overwhelmed with preparing for a wedding and country visit on short notice.

That was, if the wedding was still taking place, and judging by Eloise’s current demeanor, that was not certain. Eloise continued to shake her head, refusing to look at him until at last she seemed to regain herself. She turned to him and spoke with a gravity of tone that was so unlike the sarcastic little sister he knew.

“Anthony, do you feel that you sacrificed anything of yourself for your marriage?”

The Viscount balked. What on earth did she mean by that? She should have known that he was the last person capable of providing marital advice and even if he were able to vocalize his insights, he had nothing helpful to offer. What had he sacrificed in his marriage with Kate? His loneliness? His anger? His determined quest to find a wife who he did not love? Could these things really be considered sacrifices, or were they gifts he had gained upon finding his Viscountess?

As he sat there stunned, Eloise scoffed at his failure to reply and returned to brooding. They continued on in awkward silence. For the rest of the ride, Anthony tried to devise ways in which he could wrest some clarity from her regarding her intentions to marry but before he could solve the puzzle which was Eloise’s current mood, they had reached Aubrey Hall. Dusk was falling and the servants were beginning to light the candles within as he and Eloise crossed the threshold. He was about to order her into his study to continue their conversation when a footman approached with a sense of urgency.

“A letter for you, my lord.” He held out a small note on a silver tray.

Eloise watched with curiosity as he unfolded the paper and scanned its contents. Something in his eyes became severe and his jaw clenched.

“Anthony?” She moved to his side, her voice cautious. “What is it?”

His posture went rigid as he quickly folded the note and turned to her. “It’s from Sophie.” His voice was tight. “Benedict is ill. She is asking us to come.”

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They were back in the carriage without another word, any thought of dinner or Sir Phillip left behind. Benedict and Sophie’s home was another several hours in the opposite direction from Romney Hall. At first Eloise pressed Anthony for more details, but when he showed her that the note contained precisely as much information as he had shared, she threw herself back onto the bench seat with a huff. They vaguely pondered aloud what could be the matter, knowing that neither of them had answers and knowing, in the pits of their stomachs, that if Sophie had requested for them to make the journey it was something serious. They spent the majority of the ride in a nervous silence, staring out opposite windows as the countryside grew dark.

When they reached the house, Anthony practically barrelled over the footman who tried to collect their cloaks. The Bridgerton siblings were halfway up the stairs to the bedrooms when Sophie appeared in the hallway above them.

“Anthony?” Her voice was so timid and she was so pale and frazzled, she looked like a veritable ghost. 

“Sophie!” Eloise ran to embrace her sister-in-law and the woman looked as if she might crumple from the force of it. 

“You came.” She gasped in relief, allowing Eloise to hold her. Sophie had never seemed so small. 

Holding her shoulders with reassurance, Eloise peered at her. “Of course we did. Where is he?”

Wavering on her feet, Sophie nodded and led them both to the main bedroom. Anthony fought the cold flood of memory that surged over him when he saw his brother within. The way he was lying so white and still, the angles of his face cut by the shadows of candlelight, it instantly reminded him of how his father had looked the night when Anthony had sat with his body. But he shook the thought from his head as if it were something physical he could slough off. There was nothing he could do for his father, but action could be taken now. He marched across the room to the bedside, kneeling to inspect Benedict more closely.

“Brother,” he murmured, placing a hand on his head. Eyes closed, Benedict seemed to hear the greeting. His brow knitted and he turned his face toward Anthony with something like a groan. He was too pale and too gaunt, his face shadowed with stubble. It was a stark contrast to his appearance only a few days prior when all of the brothers and Sir Phillip had gathered outside on the lawn to test their marksmanship. What had happened to cause such a drastic change?

Anthony looked to Sophie who stood at the foot of the bed, arms wrapped around herself. “What is it? What’s the matter with him?”

Her eyes never leaving Benedict, Sophie shuddered. “We don’t know. Two days ago he began to say he was tired. Then he couldn’t eat. The surgeon has been here more than once. They bled him, but he just…”

“What surgeon?” Anthony cut her off.

Sophie looked at him, perplexed. “The one from the village nearby. He is a good man.”

The Viscount rose to his feet. “Why didn’t you notify me sooner?” He snapped. “We will send for our family doctor.” He was already halfway to the door when Eloise barked at him.

“Anthony, don’t patronize her!” She placed a hand on Sophie’s arm, speaking to her softly. “Have you sent word to anyone else? Our mother?”

Up close, Eloise could see the hollows under her sister-in-law’s eyes and how she appeared perpetually on the verge of tears. Sophie was a strong woman, immensely strong, having endured a harsher life than anyone Eloise had ever befriended. She had always been resolute in her manner, eager to do what was needed without hesitation or anxiety. She had an easy smile and a quick wit, so much like Benedict against whom she could hold her own. To see her looking so fragile, so shaken to the core, Eloise nearly felt she was in the company of a stranger. 

Sophie shook her head. “He didn’t want to tell anyone. Not with the wedding coming up.” She gave Eloise a weak smile which was not returned. Then she turned back to look at her husband, desperation seeping into her voice. “But today he’s barely been awake and I knew you were close by, and…” She looked at Anthony who was giving orders to the footman, then back to Eloise. “I had to tell you.”

There was something in her choked whisper. A plea not to be left alone. A gratitude that they had arrived. An unspeakable fear that none of them would entertain further.

Eloise felt that fear attempt to close around her throat, but swallowed to banish it. Sophie was clearly exhausted and anxious, her nerves frayed. The evening was growing late and surely things would improve with the morning. She and Anthony were here to provide help, and they would soon put Benedict on a path to recovery. 

She squeezed Sophie’s arm gently. “When was the last time you slept?”

Sophie looked at her blankly, as if she didn’t know the answer herself. “I…I don’t need…”

“You must sleep. Even for just an hour. You’ll be no help to anyone if you can’t stand.” Eloise wrapped a firm arm around her back and began to steer her out of the room. Sophie relented without further protest, allowing Eloise to guide her to the bedroom next door and ease her to lie down. She knew that Benedict’s family would take care of him, giving her a small reprieve. She was asleep as soon as her head met the pillow.

When Eloise returned to Benedict’s room she found Anthony kneeling at his bedside again, his face laden with so many overlapping emotions she felt compelled to turn and leave them in privacy. But Anthony looked up at her and immediately snapped into an inscrutable expression.

“I’m sure he will recover for the wedding.” He said firmly. Eloise knew him well enough to detect his dual intentions. He was trying to comfort her but also wheedling for a response. He wanted her to confirm whether there would be a wedding at all.

This was too much. Her heart had swung too far in too many directions for one day and all it could feel in this moment was concern for her brother. Her most beloved Benedict, who she had never seen in a state of weakness before, but who was now lying in front of them both, sunken and silent. She knew Anthony would make all the right decisions to help him and she would be there to support everyone however they needed. Everything else, including her own future, could wait until she saw Benedict on his feet again. With a sigh she perched on the edge of the bed and took Benedict’s hand, noting how cold his fingers felt as she rubbed them gently. 

“Anthony, that is the furthest thing from my mind right now. Please do not ask me about Sir Phillip. Please, let’s just focus on our brother.”

Tagging: @angels17324 @bridgertontess @broooookiecrisp

[ilaikyuu]

How many characters do you take at once? I was gonna ask for Yuji Gojo Nanami Megumi toji and geto for flirting HCs but idk if it’s too much?? Err— maybe split this into a two parter if you can’t do it all at once, but yeah basically how do they “romance” a crush and show that they seriously like them 💐

It's mb I'll post rules at some point, but anyway ill split it into 2 parts!!

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💔Hcs: "love can be found in the smallest acts of kindness"💔

Featuring Megumi, Nanami and Gojo

💔Megumi💔

m.e.g.u.m.i ajbfhas

okay, this pretty boy totally seems like someone who has no game at all, hate me if u want

 buuuuuuut…..for what he lacks in flirting and showing his feelings, he makes up for in his actions so pls don't get mad at him

 he is a goofball that smiles at you almost at any given time, even when u make shitty jokes or weird faces, he just appreciates it from afar bcs he doesn't want to ruin the moment 

 Megumi mastered the art of not showing his emotions to anyone fight me on this

for him it's in the little things - he gives you from his favorite snacks or in an argument comes around just to drop a cold remark towards the person arguing with you

u know i feel like he does that thing where when there's a car too close to you he just pulls you closer to him for a second so you don't accidently get hit or hurt

“Please be more careful”

“Megumi the car is 10 meters away, even a plane cant get hit by it

“shut up”

when it comes to compliments and romance….oh boy, ur in for a one

terrible flirting, 3/10, he picks one of these shitty pick up lines from quora and forgets it by the end of the article

“Y/n, uuuh, ummm"

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, oh, do you know CPR because,tc wait, because I cant breath wait…oh my god-”

“MEGUMI DO U NEED A DOCTOR ARE U-”

no no, maybe not this bad, but…eh

tbh if u came this far, i don't think this will be a problem in my opinion shy boys are best boys

u get it, let's skip to the confession part 

honey, sorry to break it down to u but no.

Megumi Fushiguro won't come to you, say “Marry me” and live a happily ever after with you and your 3 kids named Samantha, Barbaba and Jessica

he will wait for u 

the best possible outcome, for him at least, is you being the first one to confess your feelings

i mean

if you don't confess, he will do it but

the poor guy will tell u “meet me at the exit by 6” and just leave.without.saying.a.single.fucking.word

so u go there, ur a nervous wreck he is a nervous wreck and the only thing happening between the two of u is him looking u right in the eyes and just just

stare

stare

stare

“I like you”

“What”

“I like you”

jokes aside it won't be that bad. when megumi is serious, he is serious. he will patiently wait for your answer

whatever u tell him it will be a bit awkward but he tried his best so!!

won't tell anyone that you're his gf and everyone will find out a month after 100%

in conclusion megumi fushiguro may not be the best at these kind of things, but he will do anything just to see that bright smile on your face never disappear

💔Nanami💔

totally more of an action over words person as well

for him flirty lines and sweet talk aren't what being in love means, its more of a toying around

he takes flirting and turns it into physical contact

light touches

u get hit by something, his hand is instantly on your shoulder rubbing it

“Are you okay?”

the more he sees that u dont feel uncomfy the more he uses touching to his advantage

when u are sitting his hand is always behind your back, sometimes playing with your hair, moving a few strands in between his fingers

the next thing you know his hand is on your thigh, his thumb drawing small circles on your soft skin

just to be sure, he will give you the “is this okay” look

oh god how can it not be okay

when it gets late he will always drop u home, doesn't matter the time or the location

he isnt a child so no confession will happen, the moment u feel his hand around your waist u are his, right then and there

he just knows how to treat a woman, thats it 

💔Gojo💔

opposite of the two i was just talking about

oh my god just the way his voice sounds is enough to make u fall in love i cant im-

he has a patented, pathetic tactic

at first he throws shit at u, he teases you and annoys till u go absolute apeshit

in the beginning u just laugh it off or go with it and try to annoy him as well

but

it has been 2 weeks of nonstop bullying

“Ah ah, I spilled my drink, is there anyone with napkins?”

“...”

“I said is there anyone with napkiiiiiiins?”

“me”

“And who is me”

“ME”

“Ohoh didn't hear you, my hands are full can u clean this for me?”

“n-”

“Y/n how can you say no to something like that when a vulnerable man asks u to? My hands are full i might slip accidently on it and i can't clean it myself”

“...fine.”

“Y/n….u know…i don't want to interfere between u and the coffee puddle but…I think you just missed a place right there.”

“CLEAN IT YOURSELF TH-”

but it's okay, its okay

everything is a part of his plan 

when u are in between hating him and wanting to smash his head with a stone he'll call u to meet him for important work and try to apologize

he will put his hand on yours, moving and caressing your skin, asking for your forgiveness, telling you he didn't know how angry his bullying made you, how he crossed the line

he will get close, start murmuring sweet nothings into ur ear, telling u how much he is sorry, how he wanted your attention

he will comfort you, take you home, apologize once more and-

“Tomorrow maybe I’ll start with a compliment, going to be angry again?”

he will whisper it slow and quiet into your ear, curl a few strand of your hair with his hand and just say goodbye with a smirk like nothing happened

yes he is a dick, but once u are his even god will struggle laying a finger on u