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oh yeah uh
so i wanted to make a post about this much earlier than now but i forgot
but uh, in my rh au, ghosts exist. yeah. those who died/didn't make it, they are ghosts now. wahoo.
i imagine that they're semi-corporeal-- they can't be seen by living beings but can interact in small ways with the living world, like moving small objects, flickering lights, giving chills to anyone they phase through, classic horror movie type stuff
i actually don't know why i didn't mention this in the original post, i just kinda forgot i guess
so because of that, in my notes and concepts, i usually call the au "ghosted," as a sort of double-entendre. the games that didn't make it to megamix were "ghosted--" left behind, and they also became ghosts. i'm a genius, i know (sarcastic)
so there's your new possibilities for angst. have fun.
#rhythm heaven#rhythm heaven megamix#since i name dropped the au i might as well make a tag so people can tag stuff#let's go with#rh ghosted au#yea sure#sorry im dryer than usual here#im just really fuckin out of it guys
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iâm definitely projecting BUT i genuinely feel like shy!reader would have wavy hair and be so insecure about it (even tho itâs so pretty) so itâs always straightened but i just know if rafe saw it heâd fall even deeper in love with the girl!
oh 100%. lets project together angel why not. if you dont have wavy hair pls look away im sorry. but i do have wavy hair that i straighten all the time so ! you sent this to the right bitch
your hair, though you've been told so many times was pretty either way, is usually straightened several times a week, if not daily. it's easy to fall into the trap of preferring it sleek and shiny than the waves that were pretty for the first day, frizzy the next, and somehow constantly clashing with the outfit you selected for the day.
you thought straight hair was easier, looked better, went with everything. even if it wasn't true, you had bought into it for long enough, your blowdryer and flat iron your two best friends.
the first time rafe met you, your hair had been straight. it was that way on your first date, as well as your second and third, as well as every sleepover at tannyhill or early morning drive to watch the sunrise at the beach. he'd never seen your hair any other way, not realizing there was, in fact, another way for it to be seen, until today.
you and rafe had spent the first hour of the morning rolling around in his bed at tannyhill, working up a sweat, which then was washed off in the shower together. rafe gets out first, listening to his phone ring repeatedly in the distance. you finish up, washing your hair and turning the water to the hottest setting now that rafe wasn't there to complain.
when you walk back to rafe's room, he's on the bed, still on the phone. you try to dry yourself off and get dressed without giving him too much of a show, settling for one of rafe's old frat shirts and using another shirt of his to start drying your hair. he looks at confused, but you don't say anything, knowing he's still on the phone. you need at least a minute to explain cotton t-shirts and scrunching to him.
rafe finally hangs up the call with barry while you rummage through your overnight bag, realizing your flat iron and blow dryer were left behind on your bathroom counter, a result of finishing up your hair for your date yesterday.
"is sarah home?" you ask, looking up at rafe.
"don't think so. and didn't i give you a towel? why's my shirt on your head right now?"
"i forgot my hair stuff at home."
"oh," he says, walking back to his dresser and returning with something in his hand. "here." he hands you a hairbrush.
"what am i supposed to do with this?"
"you said you needed hair stuff. uh, you're welcome."
"i have a brush, rafe. i meant my dryer and my iron. do you think sarah would be mad if i used hers? is that weird, though?"
he didn't think it was that serious, but you look more upset by the second.
"what'd you need that shit for? we're not going anywhere until lunch. it'll dry by then." you stand up, taking the hair out of his shirt and trying to salvage whatever waves remained.
"i wanted to wear it straight for the club, though. my outfit, it looks better with straight hair-"
"huh?"
"and i didn't even detangle or use that conditioner, it's all at home. ugh." you keep scrunching, going to the mirror and taking a look. rafe follows behind you, eyebrows knitted in confusion while he takes a piece of curly hair between his fingers. it's pretty, the way it falls around your face and certain pieces are curlier than others. you look pretty like this, though he's sure you look pretty any which way.
"how come i didn't know your hair's like this?"
"um, i like it flat. do i have to go to the club like this?"
"i like it. s'pretty. c'mon, leave it."
you turn to face your boyfriend. like everyone else, he's just saying it to be nice.
"will you take me home to grab my stuff? please?"
"if you really want it, kid, but i think you should leave it," rafe says, bringing his hand up to your hair, stroking the pieces by your face, twirling a wave around his finger. "c'mon, for me?"
you hesitate, looking up at your boyfriend.
"but i wanna look nice for the club."
"the fuck are you talkin' about? you always look nice."
"but it's not as nice. it's messy. i like it-" rafe interrupts you, bringing his hand to your jaw the way he always does, squeezing tight but not too tight.
"stop. it looks nice. stop overthinkin' it. got it?" you nod. "s'nice. you should wear it like this more often."
"sure. whatever you say."
"that's right."
#btw is this the same anon who sent another ask in the pink font? my pink anon?#also im so sorry if this wasnt what you wanted its just what came to mind !#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#shy reader
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#14 - kisses and hugs (Im)possibly fate (TEXT)
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Previous - masterlist - next
Warnings: fluff. Fluffy fluff. Angst and stress. Also not proofread bc yk me;)
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âI have to go now guys⊠byeeee annyeong!!â Just as you shut the live off you felt how every drop of energy drained out of your body. Your lips faded into a line trying to hold still to not fall into a frown. Your eyes became teary and you felt your breath getting shaky. Deep breaths yn. Itâs okay.
âKiranaaaaaa are you here?â You peeked into the kitchen and soon the whole house until you had to go check her room. âKnock knock? R u here kira?â
âYep! U ready?â
âYeahâ
She came out of her room and soon plopped into the drivers seat of her new shiny car. âDamn this is cleaner than I expectedâ you slid your finger over the surface of the steering wheel as if you were looking for dust. âI just got it so⊠havenât got time to trash it yetâ âmakes senseâ
âWhere do i drop u off?â
âOh yk where the nearest seven eleven is, right? Drop me off thereâ
âAt the seven eleven..?â
âTheir dorm is most likely surrounded by people and i do not want to get caught near his dorm.â
âOkay smartâ
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âTy kira bye!â
âBye! Also call me when u need a ride back! Dont be too late and call me if u need help!â
âIâll be fine dwâ
You sneaked into their backyard and knocked onto their glass door which you saw a very startled Niki through. You mouthed âiâm sorryâ to him and he rolled his eyes before sliding the door open. âWhere is-â âJungwonnn!! Your girlfriend is hereâ he yelled reaaallly loudly facing the direction of jungwons room. Jungwon soon sprinted out of the room to hug you tightly. âUgh get a room.â Niki muttered as he went back to the kitchen table to eat his cereal. Jungwon placed a million soft kisses all over your head also letting out little âmwahâ sounds on purpose as he hugged you softly and moved both of you back and forth slowly. âJungwon- i cant breathe..â he chuckled and placed his hands onto your cheeks to plant the final kiss on your soft lips. For a second he just adored your face and smiled at you lovingly. âLetâs go into my room so i can kiss you in peaceâ he glanced at niki annoyingly and grabbed you by your wrist.
His room was cozy but messyâŠish⊠i mean there werent clothes all over but the room was a bit unwell decorated. That didnât matter though because he was laying on his bed with open arms and a warm smile. You took the opportunity to jump onto the bed and hug him tightly. He started kissing your cheeks and caressing your hair. âHoney look at meâ you looked up at him into his soft and gentle eyes. âYoure so beautifulâ
The words that usually made you smile, blush or feel butterflies now made your eyes teary and throat dryer. Your slight smile turned into a downward one and your lips started shaking. Jungwons eyes widened a little and his hands came back onto their favourite place on your cheeks. âYn⊠did i do something wrong?â The poor boy looked confused and concerned. You bursted into tears and hid your face in your hands. âI-iâm sorry honey are you okay?â He pulled you into his chest to hug you as he rubbed your back and head softly. âN-no you didnât do anything wrongâŠâ you mumbled against his soft hoodie. He just hugged you more tightly and placed you onto his lap.
After a while your eyes started drying a bit and you sniffled once before backing away from him to smile softly. Your nose was a little red and eyes were swollen. âIm sorry won.. i ruined the nightâ he tilted his head with furrowed brows and still wide eyes like a deer in headlights. âNo no no you didnât itâs good that youâre here. Youâre safe and you can cry. Iâm hereâ his hands were resting on your waist and they connected together behind your back. âDo you want to talk about it or just cuddles?â He pouted at you and watched as you wiped some tears into your sleeves. âI-Itâs just that⊠I canât stand my job right now. My manager is a pain in the ass and iâm just ruining everything. I was so bad during our last comeback and i dragged you into this solo album dating rumour mess and- and i ruined your life too and iâm such an idiot and on top of that-â you felt yourself being pulled into a hug again. âYn⊠you are the sweetest most precious soul and I hate to think that youâve been feeling like this because you deserve nothing but happiness and love. You havenât ruined anything and youâre one of the most professional idols i know. You have nothing to worry about baby. Tell me, what would ease your mind right now?â He pulled away from the hug and kissed your forehead tilting his head after. âI.. i think some kisses and hugs.. and my fav movie.â You smiled through the teary eyes, red and puffed up eyes. âAnything my princess wantsâ he kissed your lips softly and scooted onto the back of his bed with you in his lap, letting his back hit the wall. âMake urself comfy and iâll find the movie on my laptopâ you cozied yourself on his chest and he placed a pillow on your thighs and the laptop on top of the pillow.
He was the sweetest man. His cologne wafting through the air was making you even more comfortable. When the theme song of the movie started playing your boyfriend started playing with your hair and running his hands through it.
In the middle of the movie jungwon thought he was hallucinating because of the small sound he heard. He looked over your shoulder as much as he could and then he heard the sound againâ soft snores coming out of your mouth. Aw sheâs so cute.. he adored you so much.. he took a 0.5 picture of you and laughed a little at it before thinking his possibilities through. A) wake you up and get you mad, B) let you sleep but youâd get mad because youâre late, C) let you sleep here the night but get you fired.
âSweetie..?â He shook you softly and as you started opening your eyes softly he lifted you up onto his lap by your armpits. âDid u sleep well?â He smiled as he kissed your neck softly and pressed his face against the side of yours. You slightly blushed and felt embarrassed and annoyed that you had fallen asleep but youâd rarely gotten any sleep these days. âIâm sorry wonie⊠i-â a yawn interrupted your sentence and Jungwon chuckled at you. âI was so comfortable there⊠what time is it?â You turned to your boyfriend now. âItâs uhh⊠22:28pmâ he checked his phone before focusing all his attention back to you. â22:28pm?! Oh no i have to go homeâ you pouted and leaned in to hug him tightly.
âItâs okay sweetie we see each other almost dailyâ he laughed at the way you started clinging onto him suddenly. âYou feel a little cold.. wait there..â he left the bed leaving you to lay on your stomach hugging the pillow in disappointment. âHere you goâ you got up to sit on his bed until your eyes focused onto your favourite hoodie of his. Suddenly jungwon was dressing the hoodie on you. âI want you to stay warmâ he smirked like always when he has something in his mind. âJungwon⊠you just like seeing me in your clothes, right?â You laughed with a disappointed expression. âSo what youâre cute with my oversized clothesâ he shrugged and lifted you to stand up and hug him. âYou like wearing my clothes too hm?â He rested his chin on top of your head and swung you two back and forth again. He loves giving these kind of hugs oml. âYeah theyâre comfy and smell like youâ your hands rested on his lower back and you tried pulling away and pouted âjungwon i really need to go..â
âOkay.. just text me that you get home safely, mmkay?â He patted your head as you stopped hugging. âYes okay⊠bye wonie.. i love youâ he smiled as you left his room while rubbing your eyes with your hands in fists. âLove you too ynnieâ
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Taglist: (open)
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May I ask what your top tips for appearing more masc are prior to hrt? No matter how basic, I want to hear them (im desperate) (esp voice-wise)
Well anon, as with all things, your mileage will vary. Are you looking to be fully stealth/cis passing? Do you want to simply feel more masculine? Think about what you really and truly want, not what your friends or society or anything else may tell you, but what YOU specifically would enjoy doing. There is no one way to be masculine, and what works for me may not work for someone else.
With all of that out of the way though, here are a few things that helped me specifically. I'm stealth in real life, and I prefer to be... more or less conventionally masculine. My partner put it aptly: "you look like a boring office worker."
Take fashion advice from cis men/cis oriented groups. No offense to my fellow trans masc/trans men, but taking fashion advice from them is often a case of the blind leading the blind, at least if your goal is to be cis passing. You can dress well and look presentable (I certainly do), but don't put male fashion on a pedestal, because even the best dressed cis men don't--this is just what they're familiar with and they're going about their day the same way you are.
Clothes can get you a good portion of the way there, because I was functionally stealth even prior to starting testosterone (though I will confess a large amount of genetic luck), but if you dress and act with confidence, most people won't put much more thought to you than what is immediately apparent.
Your hair will also massively help you: men tend to favor fairly plain and boring cuts. A traditional cut will help you look more masculine than anything that requires a blow dryer and copious amounts of gel. I'm a boring (and lazy) person, so this suits me just fine, but I know this can get dull really quick to a lot of people, but that's just the way it is. That said, always, ALWAYS get your sideburns and nape squared off rather than tapered, I swear it's like the only irl cheat code for masculinity. The little details are usually what count the most.
On voice, you're in luck. Far too much emphasis is put on having a deep baritone that would put James Earl Jones to shame. You don't need a deep voice to sound like a man, but you do need to consciously keep your speech patterns and the way you speak in mind. Pay attention to the cis men around you, not what you see in media--most of them really don't have voices that are particularly deep. But you'll notice that they don't pitch their voices and inflect the way that women are typically taught to. This has nothing to do with genes, these are purely social skills, and while it's a pain, they can very much be learned by anybody who works at it. Cis men tend to speak much more flatly and bluntly, and use fewer words to get their meaning across (which is a good skill to have no matter your gender, in my opinion). When I put on my Woman Voiceâą, it's not so much that I speak in a higher pitch (though I do), but that I draw out my words and speak a little more theatrically. A simple "hey, how are you doing?" becomes "Hiiii, it's SO good to see you again, how have you been!"
That's a pretty stark difference! And again, this is just what works for me. I have not cut out any parts of my personality or toned down who I am, not least of all because I'm a pretty flat and monotone person to begin with, but I do restrain certain aspects of how I present myself, particularly with people I'm not close to.
I'm sorry that this is a long winded way to say "dress appropriately, get a decent haircut, and flatten down the way you speak", but I do try to be cognizant of the fact that you can feel and present masculinely in more ways than there are grains of sand on earth. All of the above are things that help me feel better and more comfortable in my own skin, and are not necessarily what I would prescribe other people to do to feel right in theirs. Only you can know what works best for you, which is why I prefaced this with advising you to think long and hard about what would make you happy and comfortable.
That said, if any of the above appeals to you, do a little research. I enjoy browsing Reddit's Male Fashion Advice sub, not least of all because you see an enormous range of fashion that goes beyond t shirts and jeans. Look for men that have face shapes similar to yours to see what kind of haircuts flatter them, and study the way that the men in your life speak, gesticulate, and generally act. Study them like they are animals in a zoo and it's your life mission to document them, and you'll pick up a lot. I hope this helps!
#things that will pull my out of my hidey hole#I've been gone for about a week because I've been busy#but I can never turn down the siren call to try to offer advice where I can#I am again sorry this is so long winded but I hope it helps you anon#I also try to avoid some.... discourse over the concepts of passing and stealth#which I didn't even bother touching on here#I feel that people should do what makes them happy#for me being stealth and cis passing is happiness#anyway I hope it helps to anon or anyone else who might read this
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https://www.tumblr.com/starry-hughes/741354393118621696/how-r-mark-and-dakota
aw no :(
i feel like mark definitely gets frustrated but maybe he hears how stressed she is and he puts two and two together. when he finally corners her he makes her talk it out
he knows something is up. sheâs pushing him away, she wonât talk about her exam. he has a key to her place, letting himself in after he texted her that he was going to come over and bring food, she left him on read.
âkota? iâm here.â he enters the studio apartment and itâs a mess. clothes everywhere, her backpack dropped by the door. he finds the exam on the table and grimaces at her grade. he knows it would barely affect her overall grade and gpa but he knows itâs not good.
sheâs showering and sheâs mumbling to herself, maybe crying, he canât tell. she gets out of the shower and sees mark who has picked up the clothes around her apartment. he has them in her laundry bag, she doesnât own a washer and dryer so she usually takes them to his place or the laundromat.
âdakota please talk to me.â
âi failed my exam.â
âiâm sorry baby. iâm here to help you, thatâs my job, but you pushed me away.â
âiâm sorry,â her voice cracks. sheâs wearing his long sleeve and he guesses it was probably her first shower in days. âm-mark can i hug you?â
his eyes soften. âyeah baby, of course you can-â
heâs cut off by her quickly rushing to him and slamming her body into his chest. sheâs crying he guesses, his shirt suddenly becoming wet with tears. he feels her knees begin to buckle and holds her up. âi cant- im not smart enough- theyâre gonna kick me out. i- donât i-â she stutters but he just shushes her. âits one grade baby. youâre going to be okay.â
âmy parents were right.â
he canât take it anymore and he pulls her back enough to see her face. âlook at me dakota. donât you ever say that. your parents arenât right. you are worth so much more than what they want you to be. you are worth more than that shit town you hate.â
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hello darling wife<3 iâm assuming that by the time you read this itâs morning or afternoon, if thatâs the case i hope you slept well and had a good fill of breakfast and fluids to start, unless you donât eat breakfast:) i have arrived for my bi-weekly(?) delivery of love and kisses for my pretty, pretty wife đ„°
one day until friday and then we have the weekend, whether or not you have plans, i hope itâs well spent ...cuddling me, duh. and nanami. hereâs a reminder to do something extra nice for yourself today, and tomorrow, and the day after:) and of course bundle up, blankets in the dryer, and have some hot cocoa. my brainâs been kind of slow to process the change in seasons and colder weather conditions, and itâs just now starting to hit me lol.Â
i hope your spirits are kept high even with the colder weather, but if not itâs okay too! <3 iâd very much appreciate it if youâd do for yourself what you wish upon others. tend to your innermost needs, spoil yourself (i will accept no counterarguments đ¶), and if it doesnât financially compromise you, just do it. with work, social life, and this hellish app:/ i hope that in the midst of everything you find yourself and your needs a priority of utmost importance đ«¶đŒ
my sincerest apologies if the words are not wording, this just reeks of chaos and randomness it's 5 am and my bilingual brain has been brawling with itself lately and my English is actually starting to deteriorate đ« , iâm also sleepy (i told you your wife is a sleepy girlie, itâs literally morning lol)
anyways IâM SO LUCKY TO HAVE THE PRETTIEST, SWEETEST, WIFE with THE PRETTIEST BRAIN WITH LOTS OF GROOVES AND SQUIGGLIES (i briefly read somewhere that the more texture, the smarter??? idk đ), iâm saying it again but im so proud of you, even if you just woke up, youâre doing well! đ„čok bye snookums have a good day! <3Â
accurate representation of me rn, need wifey and nanami cuddles asap đ€
snookums! my precious angel, my most decadent sweet! sorry this is a late reply! I've been out all day, but I'm back now, ready for your cuddles! I usually drink iced coffee as my breakfast in the morning whenever I'm working in the office, but tomorrow I wfh, so I may treat myself to a home cooked meal of some sort :)
I treated myself today! I went out with a friend for dinner and we shared chicken karaage, okonomiyaki, and takoyaki! here's pics of it to whet your appetite đ
we also got boba and chatted in the car for hours, so it was very nice to catch up! I imagine this would be a typical date for you and I, indulging in delicious food, then some sort of dessert after. â„ïž and of course, snuggles to end the night!
make sure you bundle up too! it's been very cold where I am and I have finally broken out the hoodies and sweaters. don't forget your fuzzy socks and beanies (if you wear those)!
thank you for always reminding me to be kind to myself! I've been in a bit of a funk lately, but seeing you in my inbox is a huge help, more than you know. also, please never ever apologize because you are so eloquent and I'm always in awe after reading your lovely messages to me. đ„č I hope you were able to get enough rest today (you were up early/you stayed up late!), but if not, I hope you can use this weekend to do so.
ahhhhh you are SO PRECIOUS. I'm the lucky one to have you! I love you so so much, thank you for always being so good to me, so sweet, so kind, so absolutely lovely in every possible way. going to fall asleep soon, dreaming of you and nanami, the two most precious loves in my life!! have an amazing weekend snookums!
also this pic is very much an accurate representation of us, don't you think? đ
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another helping of living w/ bakugou thoughts:
pls i am so sorry, i feel like i bombard yâall with these constantly, but u donât understand, he literally lives in my brain full time
- if youâre rolling your sleeves up, to wash your hands before dinner, heâll whack your hands away and do it himself. very much âyouâre takinâ too long, idiot. i wanna eat already. let me do it.â,, donât be fooled tho, you could do it in 2.5 seconds and heâd still open his mouth. bc it has absolutely nothing to do with u and everything to do with him wanting to be close to you
-ik he watches the mha equivalent of the history channel. i just know it. dude is a grandpa at heart, n im so confident he would 100% sit down and watch a 3 hr docu on like, old weaponry or some nerdy shit
-bakugou is annoyingly arrogant, but only about things that donât matter. like, heâll fully sit in front of you and tell you heâs stronger/faster/smarter in passing conversation,, but when he does actually impressive shit??? the man clams up. absolutely clams up the second you praise him, trying to brush off whatever ridiculous feat he just pulled to protect u with a âItâs not that big a deal, shut up about it already, dumbass.âÂ
- pls mans is an absolute simp. u ask him to do something and heâs on his feet in a second. ofc heâs complaining but heâs also then following that up by doing things you didnât even ask him to do. fan behavior honestly.
-when youâve had a bad day, heâll make u food and throw blankets in the dryer for u. donât expect much verbal comforting from him, bc obviously, but heâs pretty good with actions. you always feel a little warmer after heâs wrapped you in a blanket n fed you something ungodly spicy
- i have absolutely no basis for this but ik he secretly watches kids movies. like, if itâs animated then heâs there. ofc no one is allowed to find out about this âembarrassingâ behavior tho, except maybe you. maybe. if you accidentally happen to see it bc heâd never tell u himself.
- heâs a beast to wake up in the morning, but heâs a lot more easy to convince if u pet his hair. or rub his back/shoulders. maybe even kiss his neck. look, u cannot tell me that he doesnât want to be absolutely coddled in the morning- especially when he can get away with it so easily.Â
-bakugou always pulls ur legs into his lap if u sit down next to him. pls heâs so weird, heâll just like, tap his fingers on ur calves absentmindedly while heâs watching tv
-he probably created a playlist of songs ur âallowedâ to play around him. meaning, itâs only the songs on ur phone that he likes đ
-bakugou always takes his work phone calls outside. like if his phone rings heâll just stand up n walk tf out the door to take it. even if itâs cold. u ask him once about it n he just âWork stays at work. This is my fuckinâ home. Now shut up about it already.â
-youâve never once seen this man wearing socks around the house. donât ask me, i cannot explain this whatsoever, but i just kno this man walks around constantly barefoot đ€ąđ€ź unfortunately.
-heâs like, the most functional person ever in almost every aspect, but the stuff katsuki is bad at?? pls he is hopelessly bad. like, lets say art stuff. omg he just doesnt have the patience for it, okay, so say goodbye to any dreamïżŒs of cute lil coupleâs crafts. like, heâll sit there while u do yours, but his will look like utter shit
- during the week, katsuki is either at work, training, or at home. pls, he works so hard during the day that i highly doubt heâs anything but an absolute homebody during the work week.
- bakugou gets pissy if u re-arrange any of the furniture on a whim. pls he likes comfort and familiarity n if he stubs his toe on the stupid coffee table one more fucking time, heâs going to scream
-its a rare occurance,, especially bc of the crazy hours he works,, but bakugou rlly likes making dinner for u to come home to. he just likes to feel like heâs taking care of u tbh
-he still goes to bed at like 8:30. or thats what u think, but rlly he just goes to sit in your room and have some time to himself for a bit. as much as he loves u, he prob still needs some alone time to recharge
-bakugou takes meticulous care of any plants u have in the house. like heâll water them on a strict-ass schedule, n preen them when necessary. pls the way heâll curse them out if they even dare to wilt under his care?? very much âWhat the hell, you bitch? âm doinâ everything fuckinâ perfect! Grow already!â
-katsuki is such a little bitch when heâs sick. heâll be running like a 103 temp, brain literally melting, and still trying to get up and work out. the only way u can get him to chill the hell out is if u take a nap with him. ofc that means u always get sick too,, but hey- lil sacrifices right??
-he never lets you get the door. like, if thereâs a knock n neither of u knows who it could be,, pls heâs on his feet so fast. waving u away n looking thru the keyhole w/ sm suspicion
-he has his spot on the couch, n u will not find him sitting anywhere else. like, thatâs his spot. u better pray for anybody who mistakenly takes it
-bakugou doesnât like dirt or grime, so he wonât allow you or himself, to sit on your bed with clothes that have been outside. like, even if youâre just sitting on top of the covers, heâs gonna throw a fit and demand you change your clothes first bc âNo way in hell am I gonna let your dumbass dirty up my bed.â
-katsuki rlly likes when it storms outside. heâll go sit in front of the window and watch the rain, sipping on a warm drink while he waits for more thunder.Â
-living with bakugou is incredibly frustrating, bc heâll just show up with new skills all of the goddamn time. like youâll be like, âhmm iâd love to remodel the bathroom somedayâ,, and the very next weekend bakugou is meticulously re-tiling the bathroom floor by hand, probably also painting the walls in a new color, maybe even installing a new sink just to spruce it up. n then heâll just present the entirely new, upgraded room with such weird nonchalance that it pisses u off. pls and if you watch him while he does these little projects, with all the weird precision and skill he suddenly gains?? pls youâre sure he must be possessed by the ghost of a craftsman
- when he hangs out with the bakusquad, heâll drag you along every time. he expects you to sit with him the entire time and act as a social buffer?? basically, someoneâll ask him a question, one he deems stupid and therefore not worth answering, and bakugou will just look at you expectantly. heâll just stare at you blankly, hardly even blinking until you pick up the slack and answer for him. you call him out on this many times, but it doesnât matter. it doesnât change anything. he does this over and over and over again
-bakugou gets really unsettled when you guys fight. like, he canât sleep and heâs snapping at everybody, and is somehow more aggressive than usual. he always wants to just make up already, but the pride in the way wonât allow it
-heâs a weird stickler about intended furniture functionality?? like, the table is for eating, and the couch is for watching tv, and then only way youâre gonna get him to mix the two is if you ask him rlly rlly nicely
-finally- i have no basis for this one, but ik it in my heart: bakugou has a very intense fight with your thermostat nearly every single day. he swears up and down that it never âbehavesâ for him, but every time you check it, itâs working perfectly fine
--/--Â
ahahhaa sorry yâall for the super random spam today,, but here were are back to our regularly scheduled bakugou programming,,,, bc idk if itâs obvious ur honor, but i love him
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this is how you fall in love
pairing: kuroo tetsuroo + fem!oc genre: friends into lovers fluff with slight suggestive end tags//warning: nothing major // slight suggestive at the end if you squint enough note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. o wow look ive been posting back to back, ive been writing nonstop lately watch me ghost my stories in few weeks guys my brain = rotting, plus lately ive been feeling emotionally abuseddrained so i need something fluffy
listen to this is how you fall in love by jeremy zucker + chelsea cutler for maximum feels
âyouâre a lifesaver.â
kuroo huffed, eyes rolling back with a small laugh as he unlaced his sneakers and slipped the room slipper on. it was odd to see the gymnasium without any nets or balls sprawled around. the gym has been closed for a week now in preparation for the upcoming open school event and currently under the art clubâs jurisdiction. under her jurisdiction with her canvases and paints and it pained him to see her ruining his sacred place. he carried two plastic bags and holding two boba teas in the same hand. he wasnât sure which one she was more excited for; the boba, the paints she made him ran to an art supply shop or him. she reached out, the bobas in his hand exchanged as she settled it on the floor, and she squealed at the sight of the plastic bag. he frowned.
yup, not him.
tins of different colors of paint that she ran out mid painting that she forgot to buy had her dialing his number and now itâs all here. all thanks to kuroo tetsuro. she grimaced at the price tags; it was costly than her usual one. usually, she wouldâve gotten her supplies online, but desperate measure calls for desperate solution. she could always claim her expenses with the club. typical kuroo, she huffed. he always preached about getting the best, not minding the price tags but sheâll be the victim of his nonstop complaining that heâs getting broke every single day. she tucked a stray hair back and mentally counted how much she owed the man as she arranged the tins on the table.
kuroo noticed that look; same look she had when they are in the math class and he clicked his tongue, âtch, youâre not paying.â
âiâm reimbursing you with the club money,â she shook her head and reached for her bag, âplease kuroo, itâs so expensive.â
he reached for her wrist and she dropped the tote bag as he invaded her space. kuroo rested the palm of her hand right above his heart, his own around the waist and another under her chin as he tilted her chin up. his heartbeat was erratic, and she flushed. âitâs okay,â he said, softly. her lips formed into a small pout and he fought the urge to just kiss her.
their dynamic is something even kenma couldnât figure it out.
they werenât exactly dating. they are friends, close friends, and classmates. it has always been him, her and occasionally yaku; creating the chaotic duo/trio of class 5. they both played volleyballs, both captains while heâs the middle blocker, sheâs their female teamâs setter. they knew a lot of each otherâs friends from other schools; he was the reason why she dated akaashi keiji from the first place. it was selfish of kuroo to admit to bokuto a month after they started dating that he disliked the idea of them together. typical kuroo is no longer snarky, he felt lost, felt like he was losing his other half. so, he confided to his close friend, the simpleton ace.
âyou didnât make any moves, kuroo, you canât blame them.â
bokuto noted as them both stared at the two setters, playing around the fallen cherry blossoms. bokuto never seen akaashi smiled that much and kuroo could only wished that she smiled the same way to him. kuroo stared at the half bitten onigiri heâd been holding, suddenly every bite he took tasted bitter. every trace of akaashi on her gave him bitter taste. she liked wearing akaashiâs jersey; kuroo longed to see her in his own numbered jersey; sheâs his number one after all. her own jersey number is as same as akaashi. itâs not like kuroo could hate anything he did; he treated her well. akaashi was a perfect boyfriend and everyone knew. thatâs why kuroo hates him; he gave him no reason to hate the dude. it didnât last long however, they drifted apart 6 months later, sending her to kurooâs doorstep soaked in rain.
he stared at her soaked figure with no thoughts in mind.
âhe dumped me,â she said, voice hoarse and shivering.
he was alone and was about to leave for kenmaâs, but he couldnât leave her alone. dropping his keys on the small table by the door, he threw his jacket back in the closet. âcome in,â he whispered, pulling her figure in. dropping her bag on the floor, she clutched on his sleeves as she kicked off her soaking shoes. âiâm sorry, my mom isnât home and i canât find my keys,â she was a blabbering mess and he hushed her. he left her for a few minutes, coming back with a steaming towel and a clean shirt and pants. âitâs from the dryer. you can borrow my sisterâs clothes,â grabbing her hands, they ran upstairs where he took her to the bathroom. she was too quiet, so he called her name. when she looked up to him, her eyes were red. she was no longer crying, more confused and upset. her cheeks flushed and he could see her teeth chattering. he wished nothing but to throw his fist at the man. finally, he got a reason to square up the stoic man; he always hates the way nothing could riled up akaashi.
âheâs stupid for doing you like this.â
she shook her head, âitâs nobodyâs fault.â
âthen stop blaming yourself,â he ruffled her hair, a small smile appeared from the corner of her lips as she watched him disappeared closing the door behind him. he left her with the hot water running, urgently grabbing the mop and bucket from the kitchen, and wiping the trail of her soaked feet has left before it could ruin the wooden floor.
cant come over, busy, ill tell u later
kuroo texted kenma. the pudding head left him on read.
they spend the night together, sitting on the floor with pillows pilling against the end of the bed as they sat in arms. he had his tv opened to one of the late-night game show. they sat in silence, her head rested on his shoulder and her lips pressed into a tiny line. at the corner of his eyes, he could see her phoneâs notifications blaring despite being on mute. the number isnât saved but it was familiar. she deleted his number already, probably out of rage, but itâs a good step.
tell me where you want me to drop your stuff im sorry i hope youre okay y/n? i heard it was storming did you make it back home? give me a call im calling you okay?
just as like what the message stated, the unknown number called her. it startled her which startled him too. she stared down on the screen, he noticed the grip on the phone and wondered how the phone did not break yet. âcan you answer it for me?â she said, holding the phone out to the black-haired man. shocked, he took the phone and pressed the green button. he pressed the phone to his ear and heard her name being called.
âhey man,â kuroo cleared his throat, âlisten-â
âsheâs with you?â the voice- akaashi asked.
looking down on the girl who was pretending to not have any interest in the call at all, eyes focused on the gameshow, kuroo sighed.
âshe is. listen, i think you should leave her alone.â
âkuroo, i know about your feelings. for her. bokuto-san told me about it. if you think that this is the proper way to get her when sheâs vulne-â
kuroo bit the inside of his cheeks. he was offended that akaashi dared to call him out like that. âso, what? she made her pick,â the girl turned to face him, brows up wondering what they are talking about.
âthatâs low, even for you, kuroo-san.â
their eyes met. he didnât even realize how deep the cut on his palm where he had balled his fingers into a fist until she touched it. he calmed down. âyou hurt her. you have no right to say whatâs low or not. be a bigger man, leave her alone,â he muttered flatly, before ending the call. they didnât break eye contact until he realized what he had done.
âi-i shouldnât have done that.â
she shook her head, âstop blaming yourself,â a small smile on her face.
that was 3 months ago.
kuroo had made moving on easy for her. akaashi and her remained friendly, although kuroo noticed that she tended to avoid him when possible. the breakup was indeed mutual, but merely on the fact that he lost feelings. akaashi had fallen out of love with her and in love with some other girl but who was she to judge when she was falling in love with the rooster head in silence. they still hang out with bokuto and akaashi but rarely with the latter.
she made him apologized to the fukurodaniâs setter too and they remained on friendly term, still practiced together whenever they have training camps together where akaashi had admitted one training night that kuroo and her looks better together. kuroo didnât say anything, not that he knew what to reply to that (his mind scream fuck yeah we do) but shrugged at his statement. âi guess dating her made you less pain in the ass, kuroo-san,â akaashi joked as they resumed the game.
kuroo was pulled back to reality when he felt his lips brushed against something. his eyes widened when he realized what it was. a quick kiss from her. he blinked frantically, trying to comprehend what had just happened which caused the girl to laugh. âdid you just?â he asked confused by what had just happened which she nodded. she bit her bottom lip to hold herself from bursting into a laugh. âgod, you should see your face. itâs so stupid. and every girl called you the playboy captain huh?â
he huffed and rolled his eyes, âi am not. iâve been loyal to one girl for many years now, she is the one who hasnât notice me at all,â he faked his pout, refused to look her directly in the eyes, praying that she wouldnât notice his reddening cheeks.
âshe mustâve been so stupid,â she teased, her nose rubbing gently against his jawline as she rested her figure against his closer. his chin rested against her head.
âshe is,â he looked down on her, his arms around her waist tighter, âi donât think she knows this but if she leaves me, i think iâll be so broken inside. is it selfish to say that?â a small frown appeared on her face.
âi donât think she ever talked about leaving you.â
a grin grew on his face, âso you know who iâm talking about huh?â she fell into his trap. she rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out, calling him stupid. he studied her face, his grin softened into what yaku and his volleyball team called the kuroo is stupidly in love with y/n but refused to admit face. his fingers ran into her hair which she had been growing out in few months down to her shoulder because she thinks that he likes her better that way. the way she tried to subtly put on make up to look better that the other girls whoâs shamelessly flirting with him. she was too stupid to realize that he had loved her beyond that.
he loves the rough pads on her hands from holding her paintbrushes and volleyball. he loves that she works hard for everything sheâs doing be it studying, volleyball or arts, she would put her blood, sweat and tears into it. he loves that she would wait for him to buy lunch so they can eat together in class. he would buy her a box of milk which she insisted that she doesnât need too; but he convinced it would be good for her. he wants the best for her.
he loves that all the missing clothes heâs complaining about is in the back of her closet or on her. his cream hoodie hanging behind her closet door, his random pile of t-shirts in a basket on the floor of her closet that he liked to left beside the mix pile of her shoes and his one big ass nike shoes. her room isnât messy, it is because she kept the messiness in her closet. she also like to keep random stuff of him too. the one medal he won from a science fair hung on the headboard of her bed, the misshapen looking hand wax sculpture of their hands intertwined from a funfair where she rested a purikura of them on it and a lucky bamboo plant he gave on her birthday to compromise on the no gift rule.
âfor luck,â he grinned.
unlike hers, he kept her item neatly in his drawer. your spare shirts that he borrowed and refused to return, extra towel and her toiletries, some of her drawing blocks and a small cat shaped pouch where she kept her allergies medication. mostly hidden because his annoying friends come over often and would accidentally talk about it in front of his grandparents. but, on his bedside table, he has a cup of pencils by the bed where he collected the art supplies she left behind, random markers and paintbrushes, a clay sculpture of a trinket plate she made from art club (she carved a tiny letter k in the corner beside the obvious looking genitalia drawing) and a fake plant which she was sure he will not be able to kill it.
he loves it when she wore his jersey. he lost his mind when he found out that her current season number is the same as his. heâs in love. the first time he saw her in his jersey, the number one jersey on her body was during their training. he lost concentration; mouth hung a bit. he got so flustered that he let lev served the ball straight to his head. usually, lev would be dead by now, but he doesnât mind. his nose bled but to see her kneel beside him, clutching on his own shirt screaming how stupid he is, wiping the blood away with towel, he could only say how pretty she looked. all his teammates were startled, her included. she clutched on his collar angrily; her knees stung from when she leaped down to his side, but this idiot could only smile at her with a bloody nose. âyou are fucking idiot,â she cried out angrily, pushing him away before throwing the towel on his face leaving the pleased third year laying on the floor.
he loves the way she would find a way to impress him, be it as ridiculous as the halloween costume idea she had where theyâll go as the front and end of a horse or as serious as the submitted college application to the same university he had gotten into. âyou are not getting rid of me that easily, tetsu,â the evil look on her face as she clicked the submit button send shivers down his spine.
âif you leave, i think iâll cry,â he confessed, his smile slowly died.
âkuroo tetsuro is going to cry after me?â she teased. he nodded eagerly. âdoes kuroo tetsuro realized that we are literally moving into the same university? i couldnât catch a break from him,â she faked her annoyance which he playfully avenged by sending her on the floor laughing as he tickled her. tears trickled down her cheeks as she begged him to stop, screaming to get away from his grip. âplease, kuroo, iâm going to pee if you donât stop!â he obliged, tears prickled the corner of his own eyes from laughing too much. straddling her waist, he gathered her wrists in one hand over her head. âapologize and said that kuroo tetsuro is the best man in your life or i swear iâll make you pee,â he threatened her playfully, wiggling the fingers of his free hand close to her waist. her eyes widened in fears.
âthatâs not fair!â
âapologize first.â
âfine!â she pouted, âiâm sorry, i wonât make fun of you again. now get off me!â
he raised his eyebrow, âandddd?â
âannddd-â a teasing smile appeared on her face as she said the next 5 words that send him to mars and back; âi love you kuroo tetsuro.â
he froze in shock. he heard the words before but never in this way; never for him.
finally, i think i got the calculation, love you yaku! lev youâre adorable but so stupid, i love it! thank you for letting me borrow your game, kenma. youâre the best, love ya!
the grip on her wrists loosened. taking advantage of his shock state, she pushed him back, straddling him by the waist, pinning his own hands above his head, giving him the taste of his own medicine. âiâm not going to leave your sorry ass, tetsu. i hope you donât regret it,â she leaned down, capturing his lips with a longer kiss. letting go of his wrist, her hand went immediately into his rooster hair while another cupped his cheek, deepening their kiss. she could feel his cold palm resting against her bare waist and she shuddered. between the kisses, he heard her whispering his name. âkuroo, do you love me too?â she asked so innocently with kisses between the words but the way she grabbed a handful of his hand in a fist felt so dirty, eliciting a strangled moan from the back of his throat. she pulled back, staring down on his eyes as his lips moved.
âi love you too.â
nothing in his hazel eye but sincerity. he groaned when she pulled herself out of his reach, missing her warm body as she laughed. straightening her sweater back, pulling her hair back up into a tighter ponytail before she picked up the paintbrush she dropped. the paintbrush left a white stain on the court. as if kuroo wasnât here, whimpering underneath her a minute ago, she continued her work. âi need to finish the mural by this week and youâre not exactly helping me,â she warned him, pointing the wet brush his direction. through the corner of her eyes, he was propped on his elbows, still staring at her, causing her to blush profusely. it annoyed him that she would tease him, then leaving him high and dry. before she could crack open the new paint tin, he ignored her warning as he tackled her back into his arms.
breathless against her lips, he told her to continue later. the urgency and rawness of his voice made her putty immediately. looking up the man, she pouted her lips.
âkuroo-san,â she whined as he captured her bottom lips.
he elicited a soft moan from the girl. he grinned against her lips. a hand rested firmly beside her head while another snaked under the sweater. there will be bruise tomorrow, she was sure of it, he will make sure of it.
âit will be quick, baby. i promise.â
she has no objection.
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Sander Sides Coffeeshop!AU
I imagined Logan with an apron, it made me happy, so I wrote this eldritch monstrosity. Enjoy~ ---------------------
It was an early fall morning at the Cafe, the rain calmly pouring on the tainted windows. A calm atmosphere enveloped the place, only every so slightly disturbed by the jazz music coming through the antic jukebox. This thing was already in the facility when, the owner, a middle aged man bought it. He was calm, seemingly cold at first, always steady and organized. He was one of the things that made this small coffeeshop so special. All the regulars knew him as, Logan. He came here every morning, four hours before the opening, making the fresh pastries and sandwiches, putting the chairs and tables down and overall just being an average worker. He always finished twenty minutes before the opening, and always used those few instants to settle down, drink a nice cup of coffee and read the news or write a bit in his notebook. The first clients started to arrive, making him put his pen down and finishing the black beverage in a gulp before standing up and putting on his iconic navy apron.Â
 -Welcome to Blue's, what can i serve you today ?Â
 The same song everyday, same rhythm, same orders, same everything. I wasn't boring, he liked the regularity, and people always thanked him for bringing such a peaceful place to the community. But maybe...it was time to bring some new notes in the melody. He went in the kitchen to take the orders out and served them to the clients.Â
 -Oh my god Janus they were right ! This place is so fricki-likin adorable !Â
 -Calm down Pat', you're too loud.Â
 The bubbly and air-headed "Pat" started walking across the place, looking with little stars in his eyes, not seeing  that his leg was in the way of the poor waiter, who tripped, letting go of the fortunately empty tray.Â
 -Oh my god. OH MY GOD. Im so sorry sir !Â
 Logan re-adjusted his glasses, lifting his head up to see a nicely dressed man, presenting a gloved hand to help him stand up while "Pat" apologized again, and multiple times, taking the tray in putting it on the counter. -It's okay gentlemen, im not hurt.Â
 He didn't make the effort to take the man's hand to stand up and took time to properly scrutinize him, realizing that he had severe scars on the left side of his face, what were those ? How did he get them ? So many questions that will probably never have an answer. The gloved one gently smiled at him while he went behind the counter to take their orders.
 -So. Do you want something ?Â
 He maybe came of as a bit rude, but how was he supposed to react when two dingus came causing a scene i the cafe ? He hated all the attention driven at him and was absolutely embarrassed. The duo walked up to him, the scared man opened his mouth to talk before being unceremoniously cut by the "tripper".Â
 -For Janus over here a black coffee with no sugar and for me it will be a coffee with six pumps of vanilla, two tea spoons of nutmeg, six pumps of caramel, three and half table spoons of shaved milk chocolate, three pumps of praline with extra whipped cream and caramel drizzle on top, oh ! With cookie crumbles, almost forgot those !Â
 It wasn't even coffee anymore Jesus christ. Janus looked at the barista shrugging with a small amused smirk. Logan sighed and went to make the two drinks, repeating the second order on loop in his head.Â
 -You think he's angry with me Janus ?Â
 -No, i think he's concerned about your heart-rate and the sugar concentration in your blood, love. Logan came back with their orders and was surprised to see them sitting at the bar. Right in front of him. Why. Janus was calmly sipping on his coffee while Patton took  a big gulp of his unholy drink. The barista's face didn't let see any emotion but he was offended, and disgusted that he had to make such a thing and that it was actually consumed by another human being. -A really, appreciable place you have here mister. -Thanks. -You're the only one working here ? -Owner and employee. -But i have a question. Why the "Blue's" ? -Blue is my favorite color. This conversation was dryer than an oatmeal cookie in the middle of the desert. Fortunately, Patton tried to break the awkwardness. -Oh my god ! What are the odds, i also like blue ! My shirt is blue ! -This is cyan. -Well...it's a shade of blue ! Janus giggled at the attempts of his friend before turning to Logan with a pawky smirk. -I haven't recalled seeing ice cream on the menu but holy hell this place's atmosphere is colder than a family in law dinner in the middle of Antarctica. Logan threw a side, electrified look at him which he didn't seem to mind a all. -People don't speak to me usually. They take their coffee and continue their day. -Well unfortunately for you.. He looked at his badge on the deep blue apron. -..Logan, but i really like learning to know people. And you good sir, have  peaked my interest. Logan rolled his eyes, turning his back to go and serve other customers. âPeaked his interestâ. Huh. What a weirdo. ---------------------------------------------------- Thatâs all for now grimlins and fanders, maybe I'll get back at it one day, maybe it will just be a series of one shots !Â
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Social Media famous Eddie and Bill au (part 1)
(Reddie/Stenbrough)
Part 2 Part 3
- okay so, if Tik Tok/Vine was around in the 80s you all know for a fact the losers would be all over that shit
- Richie LOVES making stupid videos of him yelling random shit, doing stupid stuff and pranking the others
- and Bev join in with Richie 90% of the time with the stupid videos
- they donât get many views though, they have maybe 12 loyal followers
- but Eddie and Bill are the real famous ones
- Bill loves to make horror themed videos, like the ones you see with fake blood and spooky edits
- He also loves to tell horror stories/write short horror films
- Every week he does a story time where he tells a creepy story
- itâs either something he and the losers have witnessed or just something he made up
- the losers also star in his films, theyâre all semi decent actors
- except Richie, heâs not allowed to be in them anymore because he canât take himself seriously
- Stan thinks itâs stupid but loves his director boyfriend too much to say no
- All of Billâs fans love Stan and quote the shit he says often
- on more than one occasion on Billâs live shows the viewers get to overheard the best conversations between the losers
- this is because Bill likes to stream whenever theyâre all at the club house because it produces the best content
- âStanley why the fuck have you labelled everything in hereâ
- âI had a meltdown last week and thatâs how it is nowâ
- Which was the first of many quotes Billâs fans have stolen
- others include
- âShut the fuck up before I end everyone in this room and then myselfâ
- and
- âIm friends with the biggest idiots in the world, HOW AM I NOT DEAD YETâ
- letâs just say Stans a favourite in the Bill Denbrough community
- The viewers also have a conspiracy that Stan and Bill are dating, they are but they find it hilarious to see people argue about it
- âL-Look, someone in the chat said Iâm obviously dating Eddie because of how much we make videos together
- âHAHAHA really? okay, tell Richie thatâ
- âEveryone now wants to know who R-richie is, look what youâve done Stanleyâ
- Eddie has more fans than Bill so that comment obviously caused an uproar
- Eddie makes cute soft videos like outfit videos (heâs a Pastel queen) and aesthetic videos
- he also tells funny stories of the losers often
- âSo today I was convinced to jump of a cliffâ
- âHeres the story of how I got stuck in a hammock for 5 hoursâ
- âToday I want to tell you guys about the time Bill got stuck in a mirror mazeâ
- however most of his followers are just there too adore how cute he is
- Richie likes to also post comments about how adorable he is because he loves his cute as fuck boyfriend too much
- âWow you are the cutest human everâ
- once in one of his aesthetic videos he had a short clip of him holding hands with Richie but the video just showed their hands
- This caused 50% of his fans to get jealous and the other 50% get super excited
- Richie also commented on that video
- âyour boyfriend is so luckyâ
- Eventually the amount of comments asking who Richie is got annoying so he posted a photo of them both
- the photo was one that Bev took of them holding hands but the shot was from behind so people still didnât know exactly what Richie looks like
- this was 100% because Richie is insecure and doesnât want to get bullied by jealous fans
- the photo got a lot of comments
- mainly people commenting about their height difference as Richie is 6â1 and Eddie is 5â6
- Bill also commented saying âomg I wonder who that could be lolâ
- Which was a mistake on Billâs part as he also began getting comments asking what eddies boyfriend looks like
- It got annoying fast so eventually Eddie managed to convince Richie to be in a video
- The video was basically a compilation of stupid shit Richie has done
- the video included but wasnât limited too
- Richie falling out of the hammock at the club house
- The time he forgot his glasses and walked into a lamp post
- Him shouting âSUP FUCKERSâ whilst jumping down the stairs at the club house and immediately falling over
- Richie yelling âaaaaaâ whilst running to Eddie and hugging him with Eddie saying âI havenât seen you for ONE day itâs not that dramaticâ
- Eddies fans went from obsessing over him to obsessing over his boyfriend in a matter of hours
- Eddie likes to live stream in his bedroom and often does live Q&As
- the questions are usually about the losers because many of his and Billâs fans are in love with the group as a whole but only get to watch them through Bill and Eddie
- so the questions are things like
- âWhat is Beverlyâs social mediaâ
- âAre Stan and Bill datingâ
- âIs Mike a veganâ
- He often gets asked about Richie as well who is usually doing something stupid in Eddieâs room or sleeping
- âRichie someone asked you why you stuck duck tape to your arm last weekâ
- cue the camera panning to Richie standing on Eddieâs desk chair and trying to spin
- âIt was funny and now my arm is SMOOTH AS FUCKâ
- âHEY someone asked you how you get your hair so fluffyâ
- this time the camera pans to Richie sleeping with his head on Eddieâs chest
- â??..blow dryer?â
AGAIN with the spelling mistakes, Iâm sorry I have d y s l e x i a
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#it chapter 2#richie tozier#the losers#reddie headcanons#reddie#stenbrough headcanons#stenbrough#guess who actually posted something#wow
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milbbang's drabbles
another milbbang's fic that i keep in my mind for awhile >< yes im craving for their moments asdkjsdk so here it is...
their relationship is platonic as ever. they went to same college and stayed in the same dorm near the uni. but different rooms. hyunjae lived in 4th floor but younghoon lived in 3rd floor. they sticked to each other like a pair of shoes and they took the same majors. everyone would think they are just bestfriends but for them, there is some hidden feelings inside them for each other. but none of them expressed their feelings. they always like being so obvious of showing their affections to each other. itâs like they are more than just bestfriends. hyunjae adores younghoon from head to toe. but heâs a real coward for expressing his feelings to others and heâs just a real tsundere. heâs being like messing with younghoon alot but puts more attentions for him a lot too.
obviously he always like being so caring for younghoon in anytime. younghoon is careless ; and he likes being cute and clingy to others. especially to hyunjae, he always nags and snuggles into hyunjae if he wants something to hyunjae. and hyunjae didnt mind. he always responds with his usual warm smile and nods in everything younghoon wants. they also sometimes cuddled with each other but itâs younghoon who always asked for it . hyunjaeâs reactions is just too slow. but is it?
they were sitting in the sofa watching movies marathon (marvel for the exact bcs hyunjae never get bored of it), and the rain pours so hard suddenly
âhyunjae yaâ
âuhm?â hyunjae didnt look at hoon but still focusing on the movie
âitâs coldâ
âuhm hm, so?â still focusing on the movie
âim cold!!â younghoon pouts and insists that heâs cold while shaking hyunjaeâs arms
âthereâs a blanket in my bed go take itâ hyunjae still didnt look at younghoon. still focusing on the movie.
younghoon becomes more pouty and finally standing up to get the blanket.
actually hyunjae knew, younghoon wants hyunjaeâs hugs, but being the sneaky boy he is, hyunjae acted like he didnt get it. he smiled sneakily when younghoon gets the blanket. he sits again beside hyunjae and wears the blanket alone
âshare the blanket with meeâ hyunjae said in a sudden
âdidnt wannaâ younghoon distants himself and covers himself with the blanket
âya its my blanket!!â
âso whatâ younghoon said carelessly
âfine thenâ hyunjae is back with focusing the movie
then younghoon scoffed and continue watching the movie with a pout. hyunjae cant help smiling looking at younghoonâs pouty face but heâs trying so hard to hide it. he really wants to kiss all over younghoonâs face right now but he cant. their relationship is not that. itâs sad actually but itâs all their fault. they are just bunch of cowards. then hyunjae turned his head to younghoon and went closer to him slowly.
âdont come near me, the blanket is mineâ
hyunjae didnt answer but he still gets his body close to younghoon.
âgo awayâ younghoon pushed hyunjae away but failed, hyunjae still gets closer to him. younghoon whines as he pushed hyunjae but of course he lost. hyunjae got pushed a little actually but then he just pulled younghoonâs curled body covered in a blanket with his hands. younghoonâs body got trapped in hyunjaeâs arms and their face is just bit centimeters apart.
âim cold too, could you share the blanket with me uhm?â
âb-but itâs too small for the two of usâ younghoon stuttered
âi knowâ then hyunjae uncovered his arms from younghoon (younghoon seems a bit dissappointed here), then hyunjae pulls younghoonâs body to lay together there in the sofa (thank god hyunjaeâs sofa fits for the two of them even itâs lil bit crammed for them). hyunjae puts younghoonâs head in his arms and covered themselves in the blanket together..
of course the blanket cant cover all of their big postures so thats why hyunjae pulls younghoon closer and hugs him tighter. younghoon just follows him around and hugs him back..
âbetter?â
younghoon just nods and snuggles his head to hyunjaeâs chest
âjust tell me that you wanna cuddle okay?â hyunjae smiled
âhumphâ then hyunjae just laughs at younghoonâs adorable actions
âdont you wanna watch the movie though?â
then younghoon turned his head up to hyunjae âwe had been watchin this for like 5 times, go just watched it. its ur fav so its okayâ
âhahaha okay youre the bestâ as he carressed younghoonâs hair
they stayed like that for hours, hyunjae continues watching his all-time favourite marvel movies while having younghoon in his arms with playing younghoonâs hair for awhile. younghoon whoâs satisfied with the cuddles, he got sleepy and fell asleep in hyunjaeâs arms.
one day in their dorm, rain pouring so hard in the evening. fortunately younghoon already came to his room before rain pours but he didnt come home with hyunjae. hyunjae had some things to do with the council so he told younghoon to leave him first.
âi wonder if hyunjae already finished or not, should i call himâ younghoon said while sitting in his bed.
younghoon looked at the rain, and the rain keeps falling harder. he tried to call hyunjae, but he didnt answer. he was worried for hyunjae.. did he bring an umbrella or not.. is he okay..
âshould i go back⊠ugh why didnt he answer my callâ
then younghoon stands up and wears his jacket, and runs to go outside going back to uni. ofcourse he brings an umbrella.
he walks a lil bit fast and enters the elevator quick. he waits anxiously then âtingâ the elevator finally reached the low ground. then when heâs about to leave, he saw hyunjae with damp clothes with messy wet hair
âoh my, hyunjae ya are you alright?â younghoon said worrily and pulls hyunjaeâs arm rightaway to elevator.
âuhm yeah a bit, i didnt bring an umbrella so yeah this happensâ
âim about to go to you but u didnt answer my calls, im worried sickâ
âsorry, my phone diedâŠ. ahh choo. oops sorryâ
younghoon pats hyunjaeâs forehead for awhile and finds it a lil hot
âoh no.. lets just get you dry firstâ
âuhmâ
they went in to the elevator and went straight to hyunjaeâs room.
âwhy didnt you go to your room, i can handle it myself itâs okay younghoonaâ
âno. you cant take care of yourself well, i bet you will just throw your wet shirt anywhere and just sleep after that, you wont eat and go straight to sleep right? iâll make you some food to eat before you sleep. or else youâre about to get sick for realâ
âhehe you just know me too wellâ
younghoon still grabs hyunjaeâs arm and went in to hyunjaeâs room. younghoon inserts the password in the doorlock then goes in with damp hyunjae.
â just go take a shower first, iâll make you a warm foodâ
âokayâ
hyunjae showered quickly and dressed up warmly with a big size hoodie and training pants with a wet messy hair. younghoon just finished cooking a warm ramen for hyunjae and puts it on the table.
"eat first then iâll dry your hair okayâ
then hyunjae sits and eats the ramen younghoon made. youunghoon then tried to find the hair dryer.
then younghoon dried hyunjaeâs hair while hyunjae eats the ramen..
âyou cant get sick hyunjae ya.. promise meâ
âi will.. but stay with me for tonight pleaseâ
âuhm alrightâ
âcuddle meâ he pleaded
âuhm alright alrightâ younghoon smiled
âim tiredâŠâ
âi know.. please just rest today okay?â
âuhmâ
younghoon finished drying hyunjaeâs hair and it looked cute bcs hyunjaeâs natural hair was curly so itâs almost like a bird nest
âim dizzyâ younghoon taps hyunjaeâs forehead again and it still burning
âwait, iâll get a wet towel for you, just lay down right now okayâ
hyunjae lays down and covers himself up with the blanket
younghoon quickly puts the wet towel to hyunjaeâs head and gives him some medicine.
âdrink this and get some sleepâ younghoon sits beside hyunjae and wipes his head with the towel while carressing his face
âstay..â
âuhm iâll stayâ
âcome heree pleaseâ hyunjae moves himself away to make a space for younghoon beside him
younghoon gets in and covers himself too in a blanket.
-tbc
Part 2 : https://juhearts.tumblr.com/post/632869474231549952/milbbangs-drabbles-2
Bonus part :
https://juhearts.tumblr.com/post/632869727566479360/bonus-milbbangs-drabbles
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Box Boy Plurality: 02
Second whumpee won the poll. Be warned, this chapterâs a longer one
CW: Dehumanization, slavery, creepy + intimate whumper, brainwashing, manipulation, illegal business practices
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Ren looked up from their work computer, eyebrow arched. It wasnât time for Yanni to come in and complain about the broken clasp on her phone charm, which Ren would ever-so-generously offer to replace for her. She wasnât due to notice it until her midafternoon coffee break, since she wasnât overly invested in checking the thing during work hours.Â
It wasnât Yanni, unsurprisingly, but it also wasnât anyone Ren could say they recognized. Oh, sure, theyâd seen the manâs face around before, but theyâd never spoken with him, and they werenât even sure what department he worked in.
âMx. Pavlish, is it?â he said with a friendly, though nervous smile. He was an okay actor, though. They could only discern his nerves due to their practice at it.
âHello,â Ren said, carefully, pleasantly neutral. âIâm afraid I canât recall us ever meeting.â
âAh, we havenât spoken,â he said, taking the somewhat-cramped office chair they kept available for visitors and dragging it over to their desk. âMy name is Mike.âÂ
He offered his hand for shaking, and Ren inwardly cringed at the feeling of his sweaty palm against their own. They took a squirt of hand sanitizer immediately after, and Mike chuckled with a self-conscious little rub to the back of his neck.
âSo, Mike, what brings you here?â
âI work in security,â Mike said, and Ren felt every nerve in their body become immediately alert. âI know, uh, about your little ploy.â
Blackmail, then. He was here to blackmail them. They very, very carefully sized him up.Â
âAnd what ploy, exactly, is that?â
âYou unplug the ethernet cords to Jasmineâs and Cassandraâs computers just so you can be the one to fix them,â Mike stated, and Renâs eyebrows shot up.
âYouâve been sitting on this for a while,â Ren mentioned, âI havenât done that in going on three months now.â
âWait have you been doing something else?â
âIs that relevant to this conversation?â
Mike chuckled again. âI guess not. But hey, listen, I get it. We all want to impress pretty ladies, right?â He gave Ren one of those nudge-nudge wink-wink kind of smiles, and Ren tilted their head consideringly. Maybe not blackmail? His tone and mood werenât exactly right for it, but Ren couldnât rule anything out. âLook, my cousinâs friends with Jasmine, I could have her set you two up on a âblindâ date, if you want.â Mike even made the little airquotes around the word. Precious.
âAnd why would you do that?â
âBecause Iâve kinda got a favor Iâd like to ask you?â
Hm. Wishy-washy. The threat of tattling on Ren for the sabotage hung, but distantly, left on a backburner that Ren could be aware of but neither would necessarily acknowledge, while Mike offered a perceived reward instead. Ren lifted their finger to their lips, pressing it horizontally along the line.
âIâm listening,â they stated evenly, curious.
âSo, I saw you on the news. And your box boy has been, ha, everywhere. And youâre kinda like, the model citizen of whumpee-ownership, yeah?â
Ren blinked slowly, and said, âI might be.â
âGod, ha, kinda cagey arenât you?â
âI prefer to know what Iâm dealing with. Continue.â
âRight, so,â Mike shifted in his seat, hands moving from the armrests to scratch at the side of his nose and then back on the armrests, âthe law states that pets cannot be held legally accountable for crimes they committed under past owners. The idea is that the new owners will discipline them better, yada yada, behavioral psychology babble, you get the drift. Anyway. I am in possession of a particularly⊠letâs say, criminal box boy. Defiant and loudmouthed and it turns out heâs been getting into trouble while I wasnât looking. Ha, pretty embarrassing for a security guard, huh?â
Yeah, no way in hell this guy hadnât been using his pet to do the things he was too chicken-shit to do himself. It was a smart move, though, Ren would give him that.
âSo basically, I need to do some... letâs call it whumpee-laundering. Change hands before the cops get the dna work back. Heâs a good lad, yâknow, donât want anything bad to happen to him, much less for him to get locked up. So, howsabout you, oh model pet owner, take him for, what, a week? Two weeks? Just long enough for things to simmer down. Iâll take him right back off your hands as soon as this whole mess blows over, and I will definitely get you a date with Jasmine. Yeah?â
Ren stared at him contemplatively. Definitely not blackmail, this guy was in a bad way, and didnât want the cops to have custody of a defiant whumpee that would talk the moment it was taken in. He needed Ren to say yes to this deal. But contemplative silence on a man already squirming in his seat worked wonders to sweeten the deal.
âAnd hey, I mean, heâll be legally yours, right? So, like, whatever you wanna do to him while heâs at your place, you can do it. I mean, as long as you donât kill or sell him, I do want him back. But like, if you wanna, fuck, I dunno, chop off his arm or some shit? Be my guest. As long as I get him back alive I donât care, no restrictions, right? Itâll be fun, heâs got a pottymouth but if you gag him heâs not a bad looker, all things considered.â
Ren hummed, tapping a finger up and down against the back of their own palm, hands clasped loosely in front of their chin, elbows on their desk.
âSay, Mike?â
âYeah?â he answered eagerly, body jumping lightly in the chair, sitting up straighter.
âI appreciate the offer to set me up with Jasmine, but I actually have no interest in dating her. Youâre right; it is the simple act of showing off that I like the best.â Mike visibly began to panic, and Ren took a small mercy on him. âBut there is something you have that I would be deeply appreciative of receiving.â
âOh, yeah?â
âI want full access to company surveillance cameras and audio recorders, on my devices, and no record of my permissions.â
âOh.â Mike blinked, and then grinned. âOh! Oh, yeah, of course, easy as pie, I can so do that for you. So youâll take him? Tonight, ideally?â
âWhen I meet him, I will assess him,â Ren stated. âIf I perceive that he is any threat to my own box boy, the dealâs off.â
âOh, oh no, Iâm sorry, I gave the wrong impression!â Mike said with a much more relaxed laugh. âHeâs got a defiant mouth but he wonât act up. His bark is way worse than his bite, donât worry, he isnât a fighter.â
âIâll see that for myself, but very well. Bring all of his paperwork with you,â Ren said as they wrote down their number on a notepad. âText me. Iâll send you my address. Meet there at 5:30, and no earlier. Bring any disciplinary tools you own along with him.â
âNot gonna use your own?â Mike asked with a glance at Renâs hand sanitizer.Â
âDonât own any. I have the blindfold and sensory deprivation hood that came along with my petâs box, but I havenât used the blindfold since unboxing him and Iâve only touched the hood to put it away somewhere in the basement.â Actually, where had they put that thing? âMy pet is too well behaved for such things.â
Mike whistled. âNice. You get an expensive model?â
âWell, he wasnât cheap. But he was exactly what I wanted.â
âOoo, custom?â
âIn training. His appearance was already precisely suited to my desires.â
Mike laughed and extended his hand again, before seeming to think better of it and he shot Ren a two finger salute. âIâll see you tonight then.â
Ren nodded in return with a pleased little. âSee you tonight.â Ren thought of one last thing. âOh, and Mike?â
âYeah?â
âHave you told him that you only plan on selling him temporarily?â
âAh, no, just recently came up.â
âDonât tell him this isnât a permanent arrangement. Heâll be easier to mold, that way.â
âYouâre the boss,â Mike said with double pistols, and left their office.
The moment the door closed behind him, they pulled out a notebook and began jotting down a list of pros and cons. Their agreement had been deeply tentative, not that theyâd let Mike know that. They would thoroughly scrutinize the concept, and then rigorously test the box boy himself once he was brought over.
The idea of having someone to yank around, though. To punish, perhaps with some of the tools Host had listed in their disciplinary video⊠Ren swallowed, their mouth watering. Skin that they could pinch and cut and bruise, not deeply, nothing permanent, nothing too mean. Someone they could sink their claws into and throw away in a week or two, leaving their home unblemished and perfect, just Soren and them. Just a quick little fix. Just a nice little treat.
The potential cons outnumbered the pros, but the potential pros were of a much higher quality.
They drove home quickly that night, bidding Yanni a very short goodbye, citing business that needed attending, and they werenât even lying.
âI bet you just wanna get home and cuddle your boy,â she teased them, sticking her tongue out.
âAnd I bet youâre going to do the same to your babe,â Ren teased in return, wiggling their eyebrows at her. Yanni giggled and admitted to being guilty as charged, and didnât whine or cling any longer. See? Convincing her to get her own pet had been such a wise decision. So useful.Â
âSoren!â they called the moment they walked in the door.
âExalted!â Soren called back, and they noted the sound of a hair dryer cutting off. âYouâre home earlier than usual!â Soren said as he rushed down the stairs. His hair was still a little damp, they noted, as they pulled him into a hug.
âI am. I have a big evening ahead,â Ren stated, handing him their lunch bag and prying off their jacket.Â
âWhatâs on the agenda, Exalted?â Soren asked, hanging up their jacket for them and following them into the kitchen.
âTonight, depending on how introductions go, we will be adding a new box boy to the house.â Ren snorted, pulling down a glass and opening the fridge, digging around for their ginger ale. âWell, a used box boy. Iâm taking him off a coworkerâs hands.â They âcasuallyâ glanced over their shoulder to see Sorenâs reaction, and he was white as a sheet.
âE-Exalted? I, I donâtâŠâ
âSoren, baby?â they asked sweetly, pretending not to understand.
âIf-If I havenât,â Soren stuttered shakily, eyes wide and vacant, staring somewhere far past the kitchen tile, âIf Iâm not, pl-pleasing you, if this, is,â he raised a shaking hand to his hair, a front lock, one of the beautiful portions he might have turned into bangs, âis about, what I almost did, Iâm sorry, I can do better, I can be better, please, I donât--I canât--please, Exalted, I just need to know, just tell me and Iâll do it, I want to, I, I need to, please, just tell me, tell me anything Iâll do anything Exalted please, please, I can be good, I want to be good! I want to, I want to be good, I want to, Exalted, I want to be good for you just tell me please Iâll do anything, Iâll do anything!â
Ren sipped idly at their ginger ale, not bothering to mask their face with concern or pity when he clearly couldnât see them anyway. God, he sounded so pretty like this. Tears budding up in his eyes, his hands shaking so visibly, his body trembling in a more subtle, yet equally delicious way. It was all so perfect to watch, to listen to as he broke down. They knocked back the rest of their drink and set the glass down on the counter.
âSoren, angel,â they crooned, face twisted up artfully and voice sweet as honey. They gently pried Sorenâs hand from his hair and placed it on his collar, which made him gasp, eyes blinking rapidly, immediately grounding him. They caressed his face, then tilted it up. Petting at the lock of hair heâd just been tugging at, they smiled pityingly. âMy sweet little bird, no no. You havenât done anything wrong, pet. Iâve forgiven you for hurting me so badly, itâs in the past my darling angel, weeks in the past. My precious, sweet Soren, shush now, shush. Nothing bad is happening to you. This will be a good thing! Just because Iâll have a new plaything doesnât mean Iâll neglect you, Soren, sweetheart. And youâll have someone lower than you on the pecking order! Wonât that be nice?â
âI--I--â
âShhhh, Soren, shhhhh, shush now. Itâs okay, itâs alllllll alright. Youâre my favorite, darling, youâll always be my favorite plaything, donât worry.â
âTh-thank you, thank you Exalted, thank you.â
âThere, thereâs a good boy. So well mannered, saying exactly what youâre meant to.â Ren hugged him tightly, too tight, but only just a little. âDonât forget, my pet. You will belong to me forever. You will kneel at my feet only, you will eat only when I am the one to give you food, you will never set foot outside this house without me and you will never belong to anyone else. Youâre mine, mine alone, and mine forever, Soren.â
âYes,â Soren said, sounding grateful and relieved, just like he was meant to. âYes, Exalted, thank you, thank you so much.â
Ren grabbed a fistful of hair and kissed him, and he kissed back eagerly.Â
âSoren, tell me you love me,â they ordered sweetly, and Soren beamed.Â
âI love you, Exalted! I love you, Ren!â He leaned against them and they let him. âI wonât ever love anyone as much as I love you, Ren.â
âI know you wonât, my angel, youâre so good.â
And that was when the doorbell rang.
âRight on time,â Ren mentioned with a glance at the kitchen clock. âCome along, pet, letâs go interview our new potential plaything.â
âYes, Exalted.â
Mike looked no less awkward standing up than he did sitting down, Ren thought, as they opened the door. He held himself like an adolescent trying out for theater who had no idea how to act and was in possession of limbs too long for his body. Behind him and to the side, a box boy carried his box on his back, looking very much like he was about to be crucified or somesuch.
âCome in,â Ren welcomed, âTake off your shoes.â Not that it mattered. The boy was filthy and bloody. Every room he set foot in would need to be thoroughly cleaned. Honestly, Mike couldnât have even given him a bath before bringing him over? He really was in a rush.
âSet the box down; let me get a look at you,â Ren ordered. They observed the box boy, a young man with short (ugh) brown hair, too short to even grab efficiently. Nothing to yank him around by, and no time to grow it out. Whatever, they'd just have him wear a leash or somesuch. Brown eyes, tan skin, ambiguous ethnicity. Somewhat muscled, but half-starved and visibly exhausted, so he moved with a weakness. He let the box thunk down on the carpet, and when he raised his eye he met Ren's boldly.Â
âPosition two,â they said with a snap of their fingers, and they heard a pair of knees hit the floor before they saw the new boy kneel. They turned with surprise and saw Soren kneeling, which prompted them to laugh.Â
âOh no, no, Soren, angel, sweetheart, no. Both of you, position one. Soren, now, listen--haha! You just stand there and look pretty okay?â They pet his hair, admiring the way he flushed with embarrassment over his mixup. âYou just stay put right here and watch. I'm interviewing the new boy and testing his behavior, alright? You stay put.â They kissed him and turned back to the boy. He was, at the very least, standing in position one, his chin tilted up just a little too high for submission but that was something that could be beaten into him. âPosition six,â they ordered, and he held out his wrists with a silent glower. But, ah, to listen to his breathing, was that fear they could detect?
He was bruised and bloody and tired, in all ways just in a horrible state of disrepair. He would require so much fixing, and honestly that thrilled Ren. They took his barcoded wrist and read off the numbers tattooed underneath it. 843-902.Â
â02, huh?â Ren mused aloud. âI think thatâll make a fine nickname for you.â
âOh, his name is--â Mike started, but Ren cut him off.Â
âIrrelevant.â
02âs nostrils flared. âIf I'm going to buy him, and I think I will, then the creature he was before coming into my service is entirely irrelevant.â
âOh, good, you'll take him then?â Mike asked, sounding nervous and relieved. Ren delighted in how much control they had over him, at that moment.Â
âI'm not done deciding yet.â
Mikeâs flash of nervous panic was so delicious, really. As was 02âs confliction. He didnât know if he wanted to stay with Mike or be taken by Ren, aww, how cute.
âState your type,â Ren ordered, and 02 snarled. Honest to god snarled. Ren had to swallow, salivating at the thought of how much fun it would be to break that.
âFff-â 02 choked on his own word, conditioning clearly warring with whatever it was that he was trying to do, and Ren arched an eyebrow. âFuck you.â
They saw Mike twitch agitatedly in their peripheral, but didnât pay him any mind.
âPosition five.â
02 dropped like a rock, his forehead actually hitting the floor, and Ren chuckled. His Processors had done well with him, whoever theyâd been, but not quite well enough. The image was all too clear now. Mike had bought himself a box boy, discounted for his bad mouth, and used his excellent behavioral obedience in order to commit whatever crimes heâd forced the boy into, while tolerating his naughty little words as nothing more than a background nuisance. Or, given the bruising, knocking him around for the disobedience, but never bothering with legitimate training.
âState your type,â Ren repeated, their tone taking a special quality that meant firm disappointment. Soren eeped behind them, and they got to watch 02âs chest seize.
âCombination, Ren.â
âOh no, darling,â Ren said with a laugh, âYou donât get to call me by name.â They nudged his temple with the side of their foot and stated, âPosition two.â Once within range, Ren gripped his chin and forced him to look at them. âYou will refer to me exclusively as Exalted, or, if you feel I am in a particularly good mood with you, you may call me Honored One. My name is not to come out of that filthy little mouth of yours. Not until weâve cleaned it thoroughly. Understand?â
They released his chin but he continued to hold their gaze. âYes,â he stated, âHonored One.â
âAww, Mike,â Ren cooed, turning to him. âHe thinks heâs cute,â they intoned, sounding very much charmed, like a child had just fallen over while dancing.Â
âI know heâs got a big mouth but he really does obey,â Mike assured.
âI can see that,â they said airily. âCome join me in my office, weâll discuss price and the paperwork. 02, take your box down into the basement and stow it in the back corner of the laundry room, on top of the other one there. Take Position two in the center of the room when you are done, and wait. Soren, heel pet.â
They led Mike and Soren away from the foyer, not checking if 02 was obeying and not needing to. He might hesitate or linger, but Ren knew with full confidence that by the time they were done signing the papers and lightly harassing Mike for the evening, 02 would be exactly where theyâd told him to be.Â
âActually,â they said at the door of their office, turning with raised index fingers. âSoren, baby, why donât you go ahead and get started on dinner for us, mm?â Ren kissed him and patted his cheek sharply, twice. He nodded, worrying his lip, but scampered off to do as heâd been told.
âHeâs beautiful,â Mike commented, before Soren was entirely out of earshot. âEven prettier in real life than in the ads, and I mean, wow,â he said with a chuckle, âyou know?â
âI do know,â Ren said, gesturing for Mike to take a seat as they closed and locked the door. They pulled up their surveillance cameras on their computer, turned away from Mike, and got their scanner ready to make copies and digital files of the documents. âDid you bring the tools I requested?â
âSure did,â Mike said, patting his backpack. âRetractable cane, whip, two different gags and a muzzle, which, heh, he hates so much, let me tell you. Handcuffs, too, those too.â
âAnd the documentation,â Ren prompted, watching him pull them out of the bag.
âYou are, heh, quite the presence, you know that Ren?â Mike said as he pulled out a manilla envelope, a cheap blue folder, and some--GOD--loose leaf papers. The fucking audacity, really. The messiness, the lack of professionalism. He couldnât have haphazardly shoved them into the cheap folder? He really had to go around carrying official legal documents loose leaf? Their BLAW405: Filing and Organizational Systems professor wouldâve made a five minute ordeal of tearing this poor, poor fool a new one. Ren tried to make themself pity Mikeâs incompetence, because it was just about the only thing preventing them from feeling an unseemly amount of rage.
âLike really, Iâm a security guy, you know? Iâm kind of hired because not a lot of people intimidate me but youâve just got this, uh, aura, I guess? Just sorta the way you talk and hold yourself and--oh, yeah, you just, yeah go ahead,â he cut himself off as they took the papers from him and skimmed over them, sorting them into some semblance of a reasonable order to be holding these files in, and read over them quickly but carefully one by one. They were familiar with most of this--they did, after all, possess a box boy of their own--but it never hurt to be thorough.
âI have a certain way with people, itâs true,â Ren commented idly as they shifted through the papers. âSign here. Youâre quite fortunate I am in possession of a notaryâs stamp and can forge an impressive signature, you know that Mike?â Ren asked, pulling the stolen (well, illegally purchased. Their mama was a persuasive woman in her own right, and there was little on the black market she could not or would not acquire for her child, at their asking) stamp from one of their locked drawers.
âOh, fuck, we gotta get a notary for this?â
âSome countries do not require it, and I hear the American legislation on transfer of ownership even varies from state to state, but our homeland is a little more meticulous in these matters. But like I said,â they took the signed paper from Mike and aligned the stamp carefully, before bringing it down with a satisfying thunk, âyouâre in luck.â
âYou are,â Mike said, chuckling nervously, kind of breathy and rather high, âreally something, huh Ren?â They loved his discomfort.
âMm,â they hummed, pleased, preening a bit, but hey, they deserved to. âSign here.â
Four signatures later, Ren tapped the stack of papers against their desk, bringing them all nice and neatly in line, and then set them into their copier. âNow, the access files I requested?â Ren prompted, extending their hand. He unzipped an interior pocket in his windbreaker and produced a thumbdrive. âPerfect. Youâll have 02 back as soon as youâre ready for him.â Their copier whirred to a halt and they took the stack of copies from the tray, then slid all of them into the manilla folder, rather than breaking them up like a moron. They held it out for Mike and flashed him a darling smile. âItâs been a pleasure doing business with you.â
âYeah,â he said, sounding a little dazed, taking the folder like it might get up and start moving. âYou, you too. Ha, wow, you are efficient.â
âItâs why I have the job I have, and why I lead the life I live.â Ren stood and ushered Mike out of their office, then out of their home. âSee you next time.â
âYeah, thanks again!â he called, and they waved with a bright smile.
âExalted?â Soren said behind them once they shut the front door, âDinner will be ready in 40 minutes.â
âPerfect, Soren. Iâm going to go greet our new addition, you may come if you want to.â
âYes, Exalted, I would like that,â he said, wringing his hands anxiously. They placed their palm on top of that worried movement, and Soren stilled instantly.
âShhh, pet. Remember, youâll always be my favorite, alright?â
Soren nodded rapidly, but did not appear soothed. Hmm. âA-are you,â Soren hesitated, searching for the words. âAre you going to punish 02 for his defiance, Exalted?â
âI am,â Ren admitted easily. Soren twitched, distress increasing. âOh, sweetheart, youâre worried for him?â
Soren nodded. âYouâve always been so good to me, Exalted, I donât want, um, I donât--IâŠâ Soren pulled on a lock of his own hair, and they shushed him again, caressing his cheek.
âHeâll only get what he deserves, my precious angel. I can treat you well because youâre a very good boy for me, Soren. Iâve rarely had to punish you; you only occasionally fuck up. But my coworker clearly hasnât given 02 the structure or discipline he needs in order to make him good, so Iâm going to have to fix him. And fixing him will require punishing him. Donât worry, though, pet, I wonât be cruel. The punishment will fit the crime; he wonât get anything done to him that he doesnât deserve. I promise. Heâll deserve everything that happens to him, baby, sweetheart, I promise, I promise, absolutely all of it.â
Soren nodded again, gripping his collar and relaxing, a little. It was so nice to see him keyed up and anxious. It was so nice to make Mike squirm and sweat. It was so nice, knowing that their own personal chew toy was kneeling painfully on the concrete floor of their laundry room, just waiting for them to go down and bloom a few more bruises across his skin. Perfect, perfect, all of this, perfect. Exactly what Ren deserved.
âYes, Exalted.â
âCome along, pet,â Ren beckoned, and Soren followed them down the stairs.
02 greeted their arrival by spitting on the floor at Renâs feet.
âOh, disgusting little bug, arenât you?â Ren asked mildly, stepping over the splotch. They gripped his chin again and he glared up at them. âTell me, 02, which do you consider to be worse? Death, or refurbishment?â
02âs eyes went wide, suddenly struck with fear. Ren of course would do neither, this was a temporary arrangement, after all. But 02 didnât know that.
â...Exalted?â 02 asked in a voice that was very very very small.
âAnswer the question. Which is worse?â
02âs chest began raising visibly, rapidly. Hard to miss, with how thin he was. âD--â
âAnd donât even think about lying to me, slave.â
02âs breath caught, a delightful little gagging noise escaping him. âRefurbishment, Exalted.â
âHm. Then allow me to make something very clear to you, 02. Soren outranks you in every capacity. You will not eat until he has eaten, you will not sleep unless he has first gone to bed, you will not so much as speak if he has something to say. And if you decide that that makes you jealous, or angry, or if you just decide you donât like my precious boy for some miscellaneous reason, allow me to make it entirely understood that if you harm so much as a single strand of hair on his head, I will personally instruct the Processors to make sure you beg for death before they put you up for resale.â They released his chin with a small flick of their fingers into the soft underside, and were gratified by the little jerk, and the way his eyes stayed on them. âDo you comprehend?â
âYou--youâre warning me to keep my hands off your pet?â he asked, fearful and yet still incredulous.
âOf course,â they said, placing a hand on the front of his close-cropped hair and slowly stroking his skull, cradling his head. âSoren is my precious little bird. And you?â Ren moved their thumb sweetly, back and forth, against his prickly hair. âYouâre nothing more than some worthless mutt.â
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PULSE :Â PART III - WHO IS YOU?
PART I | PART II | PART III
PART III - WHO IS YOU?
Black had always been a pretty good judge of character, its how heâd survived on his own for so long. He did what he had to do to survive comfortably, nothing more nothing less. He didnât make promises he couldnât keep and he maintained relationships within their necessary boundaries - never blurring lines. Women had always been the easiest to keep in check. He had a reputation as a sure thing, rules too like no contact it it wasnât about sex. No contact if sheâs on her period. If he needed someone to talk to heâd see a shrink. If he needed love heâd get a pet or visit Lisa the woman that raised him.
His size and demeanour did what he needed it to do. Keep people away.
Elle Blake on paper and in person were two completely different people. Sheâd lived a privileged life but could navigate the neighbourhood without issue. She didnât take his demeanour towards her personally and her mouth is fucking lethal.
Everyday, heâd see her walking home and everyday he drove past her, rain or shine. Since then Black had been getting presents in his washer and dryer. Boxers with days of the week printed on the ass, socks with toe slits in ridiculous colours with his name printed on the bottoms and other childish annoying shit. Today in the dryer were the lollies from down the street âsuckers to stay sucker freeâ. Heâd have checked anyone else for it but he knew she was doing it purposely to get under his skin and not to be disrespectful.
The rain is really coming down and Elle looks around but all the cabs are occupied. He contemplates making his car spray her with water but decides against it pulling over slowly and opening the door. She looks confused before walking and getting in.
âThanksâ she mutters getting on her seatbelt on and shivering from being drenched. He turns off the air conditioning to keep her from getting a cold. Sheâs pissed - not at him but he can feel the anger radiating from her. Her phone rings and she declines the call immediately taking a deep breath. Her phone rings again and she rolls down the window chucking it into a puddle. Black continues to drive when he hears her sniffle and she wipes the tears away smearing her make up. Its not an act, itâs not like the games women ploy to get attention. He says nothing enjoying the silence until his phone rings. He hits decline not wanting to talk business in the company of someone else.
Black parks looking over at Elle and reaching into his glove compartment taking out some wet-wipes.
âYouâre not about to leave my car looking like thatâ he comments pointing at her racoon eyes from the tears and make up. She concedes taking the wet wipes pulling down the mirror and cleaning herself up . When sheâs done she gets her things taking her trash and unlocking the door.
âIâm not trying to get in your business-â
âThen donâtâ Elle snaps before sighing with tears in her eyes again. âLook, I appreciate the ride, thank you can we leave it at that?â She asks causing him to chew the inside of his lip.
âI hope no one in the neighbourhood has you soft like thisâ he comments casually looking away from her and at his mirror. Heâd threatened her and sheâd kept her cool - whatever this was it had to be big.
âNothing to do with anything hereâ Elle sighs looking at Black honestly.
He nods unlocking the door, âCoolâ he says but sheâs already out the car heading inside. He stops in his tracks seeing Dia Evans the best lawyer in the city, maybe even state and her daughter at Elles door. Their eyes are kind and caring; everything Elle doesnât want right now. She stops looking up at them and turning to head back towards the exit.
âElle!â Dia calls before she can open the door.
âKiz, Dia, Iâm fine. I donât want company or to talk about it I just want to be alone - respect that or leaveâ Elle says calmly with tears in her eyes again.
âOkayâ Kizzy agrees but Dia doesnât say anything. âIs this Mr. Assholeâ Kizzy whispers looking at Black whoâs witnessed everything.
âBlackâ Elle mutters in response heading up the flight of stairs to her door.
He didnât know what to make of it. Especially when the yelling started and went on for hours. Especially when Kizzy knocked at his door looking worn out.
âSorry to bother you, where can I find the super?â She asks.
âHe donât be here like thatâ Black comments looking down at her with his typical expression.
âGuess, Iâll just google his numberâ Kizzy breathes looking back in the direction of Elles door?
âIs the yelling over?â He asks offending Kizzy.
âFuck youâ she snarls flipping him off and storming down the stairs to the exit.
Sheâs the hot head.
Black notes giving her a pass, whatever it was they all were acting crazy. He shouldnât have opened the door for her in the first place.
âŠ
Black had noticed Elle on the screens when she first came in. He shook his head watching all the guys in the venue posture themselves to get at her. Business had to be completed but still his eyes searched the monitors every few minutes making a mental not of where Elle was next, all the while ignoring his associates periodically. In his mind she was too pretty to be here. Not that she was the most beautiful woman ever, itâs just every man likes new pussy and to be the first to tap into it. Heâd watched her throw at least five shots back getting happier each time and bouncing around dancing with any and everyone. He checked the time only to see thirty minutes until closing - usually it would be more sparse than this.
âGet these niggaâs outta hereâ Reggie his security who does exactly that leaving Elle entertaining the bartender. Heâd never seen Stevie look at a woman the way he was looking at Elle and heâs gay.
âI got this you close upâ Black says stepping behind the bar as Elle hiccups looking up. It takes her nearly a minute to recognize him and when she does she groans.
âFuckâ she laughs putting her head down onto her crossed arms. âGod, I donât wanna dream about this guyâ she says looking into the ceiling.
âYou arenât dreamingâ he tells her and she pouts taking another shot.
âThatâs enough or youâll have your stomach pumpedâ
âDoesnât matter, nothing mattersâ she sniffles looking around. âWhyâd they stop the music?â She asks.
âItâs three in the morningâ
âHow much would it cost you to kill me?â Her words surprise Black.
âDia Evansâ niece?â He asks and she shakes her head coherent enough to understand itâs not going to happen.
âCome on lets goâ he says but she refuses.
âTurn the music back on, Iâm not done yetâ she smiles getting behind the empty booth and pressing buttons turning on music but only one subwoofer is connected making it much less obnoxious. Black pours himself a drink watching her jump around in performance to two songs before he gets up.
âYou look like a terrible dancerâ
âI amâ
âShame, if youâre bad at that youâre bad at other thingsâ Elle winks twirling around him playfully. âSurprising because I know it isnât your personality that keeps those girls coming backâ
âSo youâve given it some thought?â Black asks making Elle giggle.
âI donât care about that stuffâ Elle laughs shrugging. âMy life was perfect, I had so much fun everyday, I laughed so muchâ
âWhat changed?â Black asks and she swallows.
âEverythingâ she mutters. Before fanning her eyes and refusing to cry. He changes his posture to be less intimidating as he sits on one of the speakers letting Elle do her thing. âItâd tell you but you probably already know super sleuthâ Elle smiles but its just a brave face.
âMy name is Trevante, Tre for shortâ
âYouâre just telling me that because Iâm drunk and wonât rememberâ
âMaybe, but I donât know why youâve been sulking everyday. Kinda disappointingâ he comments making Elle laugh as he stands. âClubs closingâ He points to the door and she retrieves a fluffy fur coat from coat check making Tre laugh. Its June. She sits in the car needing his help to buckle herself in.
âTrevante!â She shouts out of nowhere startling him before bursting out in laughter. âGod my feet hurtâ she groans unbuckling her heel straps to take them off. âOuuuuchâ she hisses seeing part of her foot is bloody. âIm gonna have an ugly scar.â She groans.
âItâs a footâ
âIâm a woman feet matterâ she says making Tre scoff.
âYou were just in the club no one was looking at your feetâ
âThats a damn shame, look at them. Theyâre cuteâ she says putting them on the dashboard.
âBeautiful, now take them down before I make you walkâ
âYou didnât even lookâ Elle pouts taking them down and wincing again.
âIs your cousin home, can I drop you there so you donât die?â Tre asks starting the engine. âNoâ
Tre nods starting on the way to their apartment building. When they arrive sheâs asleep but wakes up to the sound of the car shutting off. Elle looks around re-orienting herself and reaching for her shoes.
âYourâe going to put those things back on?â
âOr walk barefoot?â Elle says sleepily and Tre takes the shoes.
âWhere are your keys?â
Elle shrugs. âFor fuck sakeâ Tre snaps heading up the stairs only to find them in her door. He braces himself for anything heading and seeing its a place fit for a princess as he does his check. Before finding a pair of boot like house slippers and heading back to the car to hand them to Elle. He walked behind her up the stairs in case she decided to fall anytime soon. She barely made it to her couch before passing out and making him feel uneasy. Heâd cleaned himself up many times before. The cut on her foot of more of a burn but he cleans it correctly bandaging it and holding an ice pack against it while he took mental notes of her apartment. He couldnât imagine what put her in such a state.
His mother had been beautiful too, once upon a time. Before the drinking turned into smoking, then pills, the prostitution and other stuff.
He sighs taking a deep breath before leaving suddenly feeling overwhelmed himself.
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You know what would be great???? Culinary student! Jin and a hopeless y/n who eats ramen out of coffee pots and eats cool whip straight out of the can. Also ily and I hope you know that
â pairing: kim seokjin x reader
â genre: what a surprise itâs bratty!y/n, culinarystudent!jin and his fancy pasta, humour, a touch of nsfw because iâm obsessed with jinâs broAd shoulders itâs almost ridiculous
â wordcount: 3.4k
â note: i hope i did ur request justice also i love u more :~)))
(gif isnât mine!) ((also i was going to use a gif of him actually cooking but tumblr refusEd to accept it so iâm sorry))Â
listen
being completely honest
jin thinks youâre really cute
like SUPER cute
like heâs really REALLy frickin attracted to you because youâre just so??? yOU and somehow it works and it gets his gears GRINDING okay
you were the one who moved in right next door and you greeted him with a friendly smile and a âhere, i baked cookies!â and of course he accepted the cookie because heâs not a complete monster
but good GOD
that cookie was awful
and to be fair heâs a culinary student so it makes sense that he has high standards but even a fOOL would know that your cookies were god-awful
before you got the chance to distribute your nasty cookies out to the rest of the people on your floor jin was like hEY hEY how about you give me.,.,,. all of your cookies,.,.. because i,.,. really like them.,.,., and.,., i want to eat.,.,. all of them.,., thank u., yes,.
anyways
youâve known each other for almost eight months?
and nothing has happened because letâs be real
youâre both wussies
and no oneâs admitting anything to anyone so youâre kind of in this flirty-friendly space and youâre both FULLY aware that thereâs like.,.,. a sprinkle of flirting going on.,,
but you know what
thatâs beside the point
he doesnât even know why heâs thinking about his undeniable crusH on you
because right now all jin can focus on is the fact that youâre eating ramen out of a coffee pot
let him repeat himself
youâre eating ramen
out of a
a COFFEE pot
youâre in the middle of rambling to him about your day and heâs trying to pay attention to what youâre saying but he wants to scream every time to pause to sluRP out of the coffee pot
laundry room gossip is a pretty normal thing for you two
youâre both so busy during the day
you with your classes and jin with his culinary classes
so once or twice a week youâll both coordinate a time to come down and do your laundry together (you guys usually shove all your clothes in together because u end up saving some $$ too) and youâll both end up sitting there for a couple hours just talking to each other while waiting for your clothes
jin raises a brow before pressing his lips together
his mother raised him not to be judgemental but COME ON
RAMEN
out of a COFEE POT??????
out of all the things heâs seen you done this has to be the absolute worst
here are a couple of examples as to what monstrosities youâve exposed him to:
a cold pizza sandwich (two slices of cold pizza with a drizzle of ranch and crunched up cheetos as the filling)
cereal eaten out of the baG ITSELF (u poured the milk in and everything)
chicken pancakes?? aka shredded deep fried chicken and shredded cheese mixed inTO pancake batter and panfried and then topped with a dollop of sour cream and a sprinkle of green onions
one time you made scrambled eggs in a mug and dat shit looked nasty
but this
this doesnât even make sense
disrespecting what looks like a pretty high-quality coffee pot (he remembers you got it for christmas or something) by using it as a holder for $1 ramen
itâs probably going to stink up the coffee pot and every time you make coffee itâs always going to have that faint aftertaste of chicken broth
a shudder goes down his spine and he winces
you perk up when the drying machine suddenly beeps and stops rumbling âgod finaLLyâ
jin keeps his eyes glued on the damn coffee pot as you set it down next to your basket and go to retrieve your freshly-dried clothes
you bend down and pop open the dryer and the loud hiss makes jin look over
âjin?â he glances away quickly and looks up at the ceiling as a poor attempt to conceal the fact that he was totally just checking u out just now
âhm, what?â he clears his throat
âarenât you going to come and get your clothes?â
âoh, right.â jin pushes himself up off the ground and grabs his basket
he props it up on his hip and starts picking out his clothes from the pile
âhey, these are cute.â jin canât help but smirk as he twirls a burgundy thong around his finger
your cheeks flame up immediately
âcut it out, you pervâ you scowl playfully and grab it from him quickly
the little voice in the back of your mind canât help but wonder if perhaps jin would be interested in seeing you wear the thong
it comes with a matching bralette
hm
âya-â jin pokes your arm and you look over at him âwas that your dinner?â he points to the coffee pot and you glance over at it âdidnât you have ramen yesterday?â
ââŠyeah. instant ramen has been my dinner every day for the past week. why?â you hum nonchalantly and continue picking through the pile
you help jin out and toss one of his white t-shirts into his basket
jin canât help but let his jaw drop
youâve been eating processed garBAGe for the past weEK
how???????????
âitâs never enough for me tho so i usually eat a bag of chips too. i might have a frozen mac nâ cheese thingy in the freezer so thatâs an option too.â you gasp excitedly âooh i can crumble the chips over the mac nâ chee-â
âoh my god.â all of a sudden jin reaches over and puShes the rest of the clothes into his basket before grabbing your wrist and dragging you towards the door
âhey, we havenât finished sorting out the-â
âweâll do it later i just need to get some actual foOD into your system before all the MSG and sodium starts breakING down your internal organsâ
as heâs dragging you up the stairs (the elevator is broken again what a surprise) you canât help but admire how b r o a d his shoulders are
the cotton shirt heâs wearing is kinda thin and u swear u can see his back muscles flexing slightly
you canât help but wonder what itâd feel like
running your hands all along his back
digging your nails into his shoulders as he,.,,., yâknow
wrapping your legs around his tapered waist as he.,,.,.,. yâknOW
s i g h
you purposely pull back a little so jin slows down and gives u more time to ogle him
are you a pervert for doing that
you might be
âlet me see whatâs in your fridge so i can work my magicâ
heâs never actually been in your apartment before
well
heâs never had a reaSon to
(you always wanna invite him in to watch a movie or something but u get shy and shrivel up immediately)
he has a good idea of the layout because his place is exactly the same as yours
heâs not surprised to see that your place is relatively neat and organised besides a couple scattered markers on the coffee table and a throw blanket tossed haphazardly over the couch
thereâs a candle burning away in the middle of the coffee table that makes your place smell like warm vanilla
but then
he enters the war zone
the kitchen
oh my god
this is a living nightmare
this is HIS living nightmare
thereâs just
he sees all the takeout boxes in the bin and the pizza box sitting on your kitchen island and the- well that mustâve been your breakfast or something because you sprinkled cinnamon toast crunch on a bagel smeared with waY too much cream cheese
âoh hey i forgot about thisâ a piece of jinâs soul dies and floats up to heaven when you pop the rest of your cinnamon-cream-cheese-bagel monstrosity into your mouth and chew thoughtfully
why does he like you
âah, i probably shouldâve offered you a bite⊠iâll make one for you tomorrow if you want!â
whY DOES HE LIKE U
âiâm⊠good. i think iâm more than good.â he shudders before nudging past you heading to your fridge âlemme see what weâre working with hereâŠâ
âyou know you really donât have to make anything for me. i told you i had a frozen mac and cheeseâŠâ youâre rambling and jin is most certainly not paying attention to you mainly because heâs shocked becAUSE you have like NOTHING in your fridge
a bottle of three-cheese ranch
a couple oranges, an avocado, and one red apple
a half-eaten sandwich?? it looks like turkey and a shitload of mayo
a takeout box withâŠ,,. three pieces of orange chicken and a piece of broccoli that youâve taken a bite out of
a baby carton of chocolate milk and a regular sized carton of milk
and a can of cool whip
unless he makes an orange-chicken-turkey-avocado sandwich with ranch on the side accompanied with a glass of chocolate milk with a dollop of whipped cream on top thereâs not a lot he can do here
is thiS how you live
âyou know what, maybe you should just come over to my place!â jin closes the fridge and clasps his hands together âyeah, letâs do that.â
âwhat do you mean?? i have plenTy of food in my fridg- okAyâ you stumble over your feet when jin grabs your wrist and drags you away from the fridge
when you enter jinâs place he pushes you down on the couch and you nearly bounce off of it âyou stay here, and iâll whip something up for us.â
as he turns to head towards his kitchen he hears a vioLent schrrr
he turns back around and your finger freezes on the nozzle on the whipped cream canister
âwha- where did you even hiDe thatâ jin furrows his brows and you shrug before squirting some more into your mouth
âyou sure you donât need any help??â youâre already bored and youâve only been here for less than a minute
âi donât want you burning down my kitchen, so iâm good.â
âbut iâm boRed and iâm hunGRYâ you whine and flop back against the couch
jin raises a brow before bending down and grabbing the remote
he turns the tv on and it just so happens to be playing the late-night cartoons
perfect for a petulant child like you
miraculously jin gets 20 minutes of peace and quiet until he hears you whining again about how hunGry again
thatâs what happens when you eat nothing but empty calorie foods
your eyes light up with excitement when jin emerges from the kitchen
he has a rag tossed over his shoulder and a grey apron hanging around him that you assume is from his culinary school
his cheeks are kinda pink from the heat of the kitchen which is adorable
he sits down next to you and you turn to fully face him while crossing your legs
he hands you the plate
wow
ââŠ.do you go to culinary school or something?â you tease and jin snorts
the pastaâs been plated into a loose nest and thereâs a pretty little basil leaf sitting on top
âchicken, bacon, and spinach spaghetti. and since youâre a whipped cream freak we can have assorted berries and whipped cream for dessert.â
âassorted berries.â you mock quietly and jin scowls playfully before handing you a fork
he doesnât know why but heâs a little bit nervous lol
like he KNOWS heâs good at cooking but for some reason he feels like heâs presenting a dish to gordon ramsay or someone of that calibre
you twirl a bit of pasta around the fork and shove it into your mouth
and you didnât think it was possible
but youâre pretty sure your mouth is having an orgasm
HOLy shit
fireworks are going OFF
the bacon has retained its crisp
the spinach is wilted but not toO wilted that itâs falling apart
the chicken is so soft and tender
the spaghetti is cooked *ahem* al dente
and the sauce!!!!
itâs so creamy
so flavourful
you swallow your bite and blink down at the plate of pasta
âwhatâs wrong?â
âthis isâŠ. almost too good.â you mutter and poke at a piece of perfectly cooked chicken before stabbing into it and popping it into your mouth
jinâs cheeks warm with pride as he watches you continue to eat
âitâs almost as good as my frozen mac n cheese meals.â you joke and jin resists the urge to smack you with his rag
it doesnât matter if youâve eaten 20 pounds of food for dinner because youâll always aLWAys have room for dessert
especially if dessert involves whipped cream
itâs healthy-ish!! itâs basically dairy and donât u need dairy for strong bones or something
and strawberries and blueberries are fruit
and fruit is healthy
so if you really think about it assorted berries and whipped cream is the ideal combo if u wanna get in shape
jin doesnât trust you with the canister of whipped cream (because heâs 100% sure youâre just going to hog all the cream and squirt all of it into your mouth) so heâs squirting some out onto a particularly juicy looking strawberry that he knoWS you want to devour
he turns and offers it to you and your mouth opens automatically as you lean forward to take it into your mouth
âhold on now.â your brows immediately knit together when he pulls away juSt as youâre about to take a bite âadmit it. my spaghetti is much better than your stupid mac n cheese meals.â thereâs a glint of playfulness in his eyes as he points to his ear and waits for your response
âi dunno. i get the mac n cheese from whole foods so you know itâs good.â you tsk but keep your eyes right on the berry hovering in front of you
âhuh. i guess iâll be enjoying this seasonal japanese strawberry for myself, then.â jin pouts mockingly
ânO i WANT ITâ jin yelps when youâre suddenly clambering over and grabbing his wrist so that you can shoVe the berry right into your mouth
now
a normal person would eat the berry and then return to their seat
unsurprisingly
you are far from a normal person
you keep your hold on his wrist and suck the whipped cream off his thumb after swallowing the strawberry
god have mercy
your eyes flicker up and you see jin staring right at you with parted lips
ââŠsomething the matter?â
and within one second
the berries and your trusty canister of whipped cream have both been abandoned in favour for
well
âcanât believe it took you thiS long to make a moveâ you murmur against jinâs mouth and he responds by nipping at your bottom lip
âsays you!â he gawks before proceeding to press kisses down your neck
and you finALLY get to feel his muscles rippLe underneath the soft cotton of his shirt as you slide your hands from his waist to his back
meanwhile jinâs hand has found its home in between your legs and your eyes flutter shut âgod, jinâŠâ
âsomething the matter?â he mocks before pressing a chaste kiss to your mouth âyou gonna admit it now?â
âadmit wha- oh, jin - admit whaTâ
âthat my food is better than your frozen TV dinnersâ you wouldâve burst out laughing if it werenât for the shocks of electricity tingling up your spine
ân-no way-â your back arches against his chest and your mouth falls open in a silent moan
and suddenly
you let out a pathetic whine when jinâs hand pulls away from in between your legs âfine. i guess weâre done here!â he sits up but keeps your legs wrapped around his waist
god
you are just a vision arenât you
youâre flopped back against the arm of the couch
your chest is heaving slightly
your cheeks and nice n rosy
âyou are the absolute worst.â
âcâmon⊠say itâŠâ  he hums and slides a finger from your knee cap to your inner thigh
you know for a fact you two arenât done here because jinâs already hooked a finger into the waistband of your shorts but youâre naturally a veRy impatient person and so-
âfine, you idiot. your food is significantly better than my frozen TV dinners. happy?â
ââŠiâll take it.â
((spoiler alert: you are rewarded with not one not two but thREE mind-blowing orgasms for admitting it))
((maybe you should learn to be less stubborn))
âgood morning!â jin is startled awake when you plop on top of him with your legs on either side of him âitâs 10 oâclock and i made us some foodâ
âchrist, donât scare me like that!â jin scolds you playfully and reaches up to pinch the side of your bare thigh
youâre wearing the shirt he had on last night and itâs starting to droop off your shoulder
âgood morning indeed.â his voice is thick with sleep and his hand slides up from your thigh to grasp at your waist âwhatcha got there?â
âcinnamon toast crunch bagelâ you murmur with a mouthful of bagel and swipe at a lil chunk of cream cheese on the corner of your mouth âmy wonderful creation that i made fresh for youâ
youâre getting crumbs all over jin but he canât seem to care because the idea of a cinnamon toast crunch bagel makes him want to throW YOU ouT THE WINDOW
he sits up slowly and wraps an arm around your waist before nuzzling into the crook of your neck âyouâre lucky i like you otherwise i would throw your wonderful creation righT into the garbage bin right about now.â
you scoff in mock offence and pull away from him before jabbing a sticky finger into his bare (b r o a d) chest
âdonât knock it til you try it!!â
âthe day i try one of your inventions is the day i- mmph!â you shut him up and shove the last bite of your bagel into his mouth before clasping your hand over his mouth so he canât spit it out
jin chews slowly
and swallows
what the hell
that actually..,,. that tasted good
âthat was okay, i suppose. kinda sweet. but i can think of something that might taste a little sweeter.â before you know it jin is flipPing you over and you find yourself pinned underneath him
youâre a giggling mess because youâre trying to get the cream cheese and sugar particles off your fingers but jin is being very vEry distracting
âhOLd on a second sir i have breakfast waiting for us in the living room!â jinâs already made his way down your chest and is about to set up shop in between your legs
he looks up at you before offering you a cheeky grin ââŠiâm in the mood for breakfast in bed, arenât you?â
help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)
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How to Lose a Lover in 10 Days or Less: A Comprehensive Guide to Becoming a Future Romantic Failure (Chapter Two)
AO3
Fandom: Homestuck
Summary: How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days AU Dave needs to win a bet; Karkat needs to write an article. Shenanigans ensue.
Tags: Humanstuck, alternate universe - no sburb session, POV switches galore, implied/referenced child abuse Authorâs note: This story is the result of a jam session I did with aceAdoxography on the davekat thirst federation discord server. This one's a little out of my usual wheelhouse, but I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. New chapters every Saturday/Sunday. Didnât bother with the formatting this time: You want the fancy formatting, go to AO3 :D
Day 1:
Despite his slacker appearance (and life-style, to be honest), Dave was always punctual. He'd even made an effort to look the part of a guy going on a date with another guy: jeans with only a few holes at the knees, his favorite record shirt, and a red hoodieâall freshly cleaned. So freshly cleaned that the sweater was still very slightly damp. Well, whatever, it'd be fine. They were having dinner first, and that meant he'd have plenty of time for the thing to dry out before they went to the movies where the main thrust of Dave's doki-doki plan would commence.
Karkat arrived a few minutes later. He wasn't dressed to the nines, but it was at least to the sevens. It occurred to Dave, as he watched him approach, that he hadn't known how tall Karkat was. The answer was slightly shorter than Dave but with a more solid build. Stocky. Or maybe that was just the black sweater he was wearing. Then again, his legs looked pretty solid in the black pants he was wearing, too. Either way, he looked good.
Dave gave him an appreciative whistle which made Karkat's eyes narrow. Not the reaction he'd wanted. âLooking good, Karkat,â he said quickly, hoping to smooth over any feathers he might have inadvertently ruffled. âI'm digging the whole sexy college professor thing you've got going.â
âUh, thanks,â Karkat said with evident disbelief. âYou, uh, you look good, too.â He straightened up. âYou said we were doing dinner first.â
âYep.â Dave held out his arm. âIâm taking you to my favorite place. A lot of people think itâs wack, but Iâm buying, so if you really donât like it, at least it didnât cost you anything.â When his date didn't immediately take his offered arm, he shook it invitingly. âIt's not too far from here.â
Karkat looked from Dave's arm to Dave, suspicious. Then he sighed and laid his hand on Dave's arm, his hold tighter than Dave had expected it to be considering his earlier hesitation. âOkay. Fine. Sounds great. Let's go.â
---
The first thing Karkat noticed when he took Dave's arm was that his sleeve was damp. Then he noticed the feeling of the arm beneath his fingers. Despite looking thin enough to break, there was some muscle here. As they walked to what was apparently Daveâs favorite restaurant, Dave just kept talking. If Karkat had been offered a thousand dollars, he doubted he could have remembered any specific details of the inanity he'd been subjected to. A nervous talker. He'd have to put that down in his notes.
Dinner went much the same. Dave talked at him while Karkat sat there trying to eat his food (overpriced, faux Italianâof all the places Dave could have chosen, he'd picked a fucking Olive Garden? That was going in his notes, too.). In all honesty, Karkat tried not to pay too much attention to what was being said. First, he'd already determined that most of what came out of this man's mouth was completely meaningless nonsense, and second, if he actually listened to any of it, he'd be hard pressed not to respond to the idiocy. While Dave had no evident compunction about swearing, Karkat wanted to get through at least this first date without screaming.
All right, so that was an exaggeration. Some of what Dave said was actually pretty funny. In a hopelessly awkward sort of way. Karkat hated that Dave's clumsy compliments were making him blush. Clearly, the man had brain damage... which also explained the rapping that Dave kept doing (completely unprovoked!). By the time dinner was over, Karkat was only too grateful that their next destination meant that Dave would have to stop talking.
---
Since Dave had picked the restaurant, Karkat had picked the movie. Some romantic comedy chick flick Dave couldn't be bothered to remember the title of. Still, it gave him an opportunity to sit right tight next to Karkat and eat his weight in popped, buttery goodness, so he really couldn't complain.
âWhatâs the deal with that dude?â Dave whispered. âI thought he was already tight with that other chick. What gives? Is he cheating on her?â
Karkat made a noise like a cat being stepped on but softer. âDave,â he whispered back, his tone full of the same sing-songy patient impatience that Rose would use when she thought Dave was being particularly dim, âif you were paying attention, you'd already know that that 'dude' is that 'other chick's' cousin. They are probably not romantically involved. I know you're from Texas, but that's not how it works above the Mason Dixon line.â Then he ducked his head and took a long drink from his soda. âSorry. Just-just watch the movie and be quiet.â
Dave blinked. He'd been starting to think Karkat wasn't going to open up at all. At least, he'd had fuck all to say during dinner. Even if it had been an incest joke at his expense, it still was nice to hear Karkat say something. Something that wasn't just non-committal noises or unenthusiastic agreements. He leaned against Karkat's shoulder to whisper, âIt's not true, you know. About Texas. We don't fuck our cousins; I mean, we do, but not first cousins. We're strictly second cousins only. It's a rule. Of course, none of my second cousins are as hot as you, so I'd be willing to make an exception. Just this once.â
This earned him a light elbowing to the gut and a low growl, but Karkat didn't push him off.
By the end of the movie, Dave had gotten five more elbows to the gut, three startled bursts of laughter, two creative insults (quickly joined by muttered apologies), and one âWill you please just let me watch this movie?â Over all, Dave felt like he'd succeeded in charming the hell out of this motherfucker, thank you very much.
They'd walked out into the open air, a nice breeze whisking away the smell of popcorn and sweat from the movie theater. âI had a lot of fun, Karkat. Thanks for coming on this date with me. Do you think we could do this again sometime?â
Karkat blinked at him, a clear look of surprise on his face. âOh, uh, sure.â He shook his head. âI mean, yes, I'd love to go on another date with you.â
Dave's heart leapt. âAwesome. You can hit me up on Pesterchum. Or I can hit you up. How about I hit you up?â
âFine, that's... that's fine.â Karkat's smile seemed uneven. âI'll be looking forward to it.â
Although Dave was tempted to try for a kiss, he didn't think he ought to press his luck so far on the first date. Karkat had loosened up some while they'd been in the theater, but out here under the streetlight, he looked nervous again. The last thing Dave wanted to do was chase him away. âOkay then. I guess I'll see you later?â
A slow nod. âYeah, later.â Karkat was stilted and contained again. Restricted, like a hermit crab stuck in a shell that was too tight. It wouldn't do. It wouldn't do at all. Dave had caught a few glimpses of the real Karkat tonight, and the sight made him hungry to see more.
Dave watched him walk away, admiring the view with a new goal in mind: he was going to get Karkat Vantas out of his shell if it was the last thing he did. Getting to rub him in Roseâs face at her wedding was only going to be a bonus.
---
* Never shuts up. Not even during movies. Especially during movies. Attention span of a gnat. From Texas. Doesn't know how to use a dryer. Finds me attractive. Probable brain damage. Funny. Charming. Obnoxious. Never takes off sunglasses. Olive Garden.
Karkat sighed and set down his pen. He'd tried his best to be as cordial as he knew how to be, and he still hadn't managed to last for the entire four hours without insulting his date. Multiple times. Oh well. At least Dave was apparently brain damaged enough to find rudeness terribly amusing (if the way he'd kept bugging Karkat during the movie had been any indication).
He'd been surprised when Dave had actually asked if they could go on another date. Karkat knew he hadn't made the best impression, and yet Dave wanted to spend more time with him? He looked over his notes, trying to ignore the surge of happiness that filled him at the thought. It didn't mean anything: Dave was clearly an idiot, and after a few more days, Karkat was going to start on the offensive. Whatever meager promise there would have been in this fledgling romance, it was still doomed from the start: like all of Karkat's relationships.
Day 2:
It was all Dave could do to wait until the next day to pester Karkat. He didn't want to come off as too eager, after all. Didn't want to put Karkat off. But Dave was only so strong.
TG: so i was thinking TG: if youre not busy TG: we could go to the park this afternoon TG: watch the grifters and maybe get robbed TG: or you could come to my place and hang TG: is it too soon to do that? TG: asking for a friend TG: this is dave by the way TG: i dont know how many people youre talking to TG: not that its any of my business TG: i wouldnt want you up in my grill asking me who im talking to CG: IT IS SIX O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING ON SUNDAY. TG: yea and youre up anyway CG: BECAUSE YOU WOKE ME UP. WITH YOUR TEXTS. THAT YOU SENT JUST NOW. TG: oh shit sorry CG: IT'S FINE. I NEEDED TO GET UP ANYWAY. CG: YOU WANT TO HANG OUT WITH ME? WHY?
Dave frowned down at his phone. Was Karkat fishing for compliments or was he being serious?
TG: because its fun to hang out with you TG: thats how this works right? TG: i thought we could watch another movie TG: at my place TG: or your place i guess if that works better for you TG: ive got popcorn if that sweetens the deal at all CG: YES. BECAUSE THE WAY TO MY HEART IS MICROWAVED POPCORN. TG: fucking called it CG: ⊠CG: FINE. I'LL MEET YOU AT THE PARK AT 2:30PM. IS THAT ACCEPTABLE? TG: perfect ill meet you by the giant yo CG: YOU MEAN THE OY/YO. TG: tomatoes tomotoes karkat
Dave watched the little âCG is typingâ message run for almost a minute, feeling his nervousness grow. What had he said that required a novel length response? He managed to reign in the impulse to apologize preemptively, but it was a struggle.
CG: OKAY. WHATEVER. I'LL MEET YOU THERE.
He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Fine, good then. Nothing was wrong.
TG: im looking forward to it TG: its not hard to intuit TG: when we come out to debut TG: sit by the yo then well go round TG: downtown get the lowdown TG: before we get busy in the hissie TG: partake of the fizzie cause we got a duty TG: to watch the fuck out of this movie CG: RIGHT. SEE YOU THEN. BYE.
Dave shrugged. He couldn't expect Karkat to really appreciate his off the cuff rhymes so soon after waking up, he supposed. Maybe they'd land better later. Flat reception or not, the important thing was he'd gotten Karkat to agree to come to his apartment. He looked around, frowning. Maybe he should clean up a little.
---
Jesus Fucking Christ. Karkat tossed his phone on the bedside table with a groan. It had been all that he could do not to curse out Dave like there would never be a tomorrow. Considering the fact that he was currently planning to go to the apartment of a practical stranger, that much might just be true for him. He lay in bed a little longer, out of spite mostlyâhe could never get back to sleep after being woken upâ, before getting out from under the covers. First things first: notes.
* Inconsiderate asshole. Horrible rapper. Calls the OY/YO âthe YOâ. Doesn't know the right way to express âtomatoes, tomahtosâ. Wants to spend time with me. Insane. We have that much in common.
Thanks to Dave's wake-up call, Karkat had plenty of time to eat a hearty breakfast and start his article.
âHow to Lose a Lover in 10 Days or Less: A Comprehensive Guide to Becoming a Future Romantic Failureâ BY KARKAT VANTAS
Since you have decided to read this article, I will assume that you are looking to learn the art of ruining your relationships without the mess of all that trial and error. Maybe you enjoy breaking hearts. Maybe you are the kind of masochist who enjoys getting their heart broken but is at a loss as to how to properly sabotage your relationship yourself. If you can manage to follow these simple steps, you will be well on your way to the same bitter loneliness that usually only the most unlucky in love get the privilege to experience.Â
The first step is the victim. For the purposes of this article, I picked one that is particularly obnoxious and brain dead. You may have different qualities you are looking for in a potential short-term partner. Ultimately, the most important thing to consider when you plan to lose a guy (or gal or enby) is that you make certain they are one you do not mind losing. That way you can start the process without any regrets.
The second step is the hook. Laugh at their dumb jokes; accept their stupid compliments; ignore their mangling of the English language (in my case, his horrible rapping); and generally be as agreeable as you can manage. A severe lack of intelligence in your short-term partner can be a boon here, though you will find most people are not immune to flattery. You need to make certain that you have your short-term partner well and truly interested in you before you attempt to lose them. If you try to lose them too soon, you will miss out on the full relationship ruining experience.
A little too informal, maybe, but a fine start. Depending on how well this afternoon went (assuming he wasn't murdered and stuffed in a closet), maybe Karkat would be able to start on step three. He was able to stomp down his nascent guilt with ease. After all, Dave wouldn't have been interested in him after the novelty wore off anyway.
---
The afternoon was a little warmer than the evening had been, but Dave still wore his hoodie. It felt lucky, and it was still clean. More the latter than the former, but the point stood! He sat down on the bench next to the giant yellow YO installation and waited. While it was tempting to shoot a message to Karkat, he decided against it. Heâd be seeing him in less than ten minutes, and he didnât want him to think he was clingy. Which he wasnât. Totally not. Dave Strider had never clung his whole life. Ask anyone. Except Jade. Donât ask her.Â
He noticed his leg was bouncing and put a stop to that noise. He was a cool operator. He had this thing on lock. The date yesterday had gone good, right? Karkat wouldnât have agreed to see him again if heâd had a terrible time. He pushed back his hood and ran a hand through his hair. Nothing to worry about. Heâd have a date for Roseâs wedding and continue sorting out the mystery that was Karkat Vantas.
Dave heard the crunch of gravel and looked over to see Karkat approaching. Another sweater combo, but gray this time. The guy had a style he preferred, clearly. It was fine: he looked great. He stood and closed the distance between them. âHey, Karkat.â
âHey,â Karkat returned, frowning. Of course, that seemed to be his default expression. âI brought a movie to watch,â he said gruffly.Â
Although Dave had been hoping heâd be able to pick the movie this time, he wasnât too cut up about it. It might be a little early in the relationship to bring out The Room anyway. He wouldnât know. âSounds great. My place isnât too far from here.â He held his arm out. âShall we?â
Again, Karkat regarded his arm with suspicion. âWhy do you do this?â
âDo what?â
Karkat opened his mouth before seeming to think better of whatever heâd planned to say. âNever mind.â He took Daveâs arm. âLetâs get going.â
As they walked to his apartment, Dave tried to keep the conversation flowing, but Karkatâs subdued responses quickly killed his enthusiasm. âI feel like Iâm talking too much,â he said finally.Â
Karkat mumbled something which sounded suspiciously like âYou think?â before he shook his head. âNo, of course not. Iâm just a little too tired to, uh, participate, thatâs all.â
Dave winced at the reminder of his first faux pas of the day. âNo problem, dude. I got us covered. I got words for days.â
âMonths even,â Karkat added before ducking his head. âSorry, I shouldnât have--â
Nudging Karkatâs side, Dave laughed. âNah, man itâs true. Iâve got words for fucking years.â
Karkat smiled slightly. âDecades.â
âCenturies.â
âEonsâ
âUntil the next motherfucking epoch, Iâve got words, Karkat. So many words. All the words even.â
Karkat snorted, covering his face with his free hand. âDamn it, Dave. Stop making yourself likeable.â
âI think thatâs the point of this whole thing,â Dave pointed out reasonably. âDating, I mean. Itâs not like the old days where your dad and my dad decide if youâre worth enough chickens to trade me for, you know. These days I get to decide for myself how many chickens I want to be traded for.â He gave Karkat a mock critical eye. âHow about it, Karkat? How many chickens could I get for you?â
âI donât know,â Karkat said, his mock serious tone almost too close to a serious tone for Daveâs comfort. âLet me look in my pocket.â He made a show of staring down at the pocket containing his free hand before sliding the hand out and flipping Dave the bird. âIs this enough for you?â
Dave laughed. âIâm sorry, Karkat. You must have at least five chickens to ride this ride.â He felt his face flush but pushed onward. âI guess youâll have to settle for a movie, and maybe some pizza.â
Karkat was grinning, and Dave decided right then and there that he wanted to keep seeing it. âMaybe next time.â As though to intentionally spite him, Karkat frowned again. âAre we almost there?â
âYeah, man, just a little further.â As they continued their journey to his apartment, Dave felt himself frown. What was Karkatâs deal? He was a lot more fun when he let himself be himself. Dave didnât like meanness for meanness sake, but he enjoyed a good joke. For some reason, Karkat seemed to think he shouldnât joke around? Why? His frown deepened. Karkat also apologized a lot. And he was so often deferential even when it was obvious he had OPINIONS he wasnât sharing. The pieces were adding up to a disturbing picture.Â
Maybe after he was done hanging out with Karkat today, he should hit up Rose. Sheâd know what to do.
---
Karkatâs expectations for Daveâs apartment had been fairly low, and heâd been pleasantly surprised. While not as meticulous as his own apartment, there at least werenât empty food containers on every surface or dirty clothes everywhere. There was an overall shabbiness though: the feeling that the occupant didnât care overly much about the apartmentâs upkeep. The futon in front of the television was ancient and threadbare as were the carpets. The posters hung on the walls were dusty and faded, and there was a sort of mildewy smell. Still, as previously mentioned it was clean (more or less), and there were no obvious signs of a hidden murder dungeon (not that there would be if there were one, naturally).Â
âNice place,â he said for politenessâ sake.Â
Dave beamed like a little boy whoâd gotten just what heâd wanted for Christmas. âThanks. Itâs not much, but it keeps the rain off.â He gestured towards the futon. âMake yourself at home. Do you want anything to drink? Iâve got apple juice. And water from the tap, I guess. I could go pick up some beer if you want to go that route, or--â
Karkat held up his hand, hoping to stem the tide of suggestions. âWaterâs fine, thank you.â
âYouâve got it,â Dave said before tilting his head and making twin awkward gestures with both hands involving his pointer fingers. âIâll be back in a flash.â
It wasnât until after heâd disappeared into, presumably, the kitchen that Karkat realized heâd been making finger guns. What a dork. Not that Karkat was any more suave, but he liked to think he was at least less childish. He tried to supplant the rush of fondness he felt by recalling just how pissed heâd been with this manchild this morning. It was not one hundred percent successful.
Dave returned with two glasses: water for Karkat, and apple juice for himself. âTake a seat,â he insisted as he set the glasses on the coffee table (sans coasters). âIt wonât bite.â
Gingerly, Karkat took a seat on the ancient futon. The padding was so thin, he could feel the bars beneath. It was going to take a while to become unbearable, and he hoped this hang out? date? didnât last long enough for that to happen. Just as heâd been about to reach for the water, suddenly uncertain whether he actually ought to drink anything Dave gave him, Dave flopped down onto the futon beside him like a sack of gangly flour. âDave!â
âSâup?â Dave asked, grinning.Â
âDonât âsâupâ me--,â Karkat managed to stop himself from calling Dave an asshole, but only just. âJust donât âsâupâ me. Speak like a normal person.â He realized he was making a mistake as soon as the words were out of his mouth. âSorry, I--â
âDude,â Dave said, his grin dropping away, âKarkat, you donât have to apologise for every kind of mean thing you say. Iâm a big boy: I can take it.âÂ
Karkat supposed he shouldnât be surprised: heâd never been good at pretending to be a good person. If he could have managed that feat for any length of time, he wouldnât be in this position. âIâll keep that in mind,â he said as dryly as he could.Â
âIâm serious.â Dave sat up and turned to face Karkat head on, and Karkat saw his own annoyed expression mirrored in the black lenses. âI havenât known you very long, and maybe I shouldnât say anything, but--â
âYouâre right,â Karkat interrupted, feeling his tenuous hold on his temper slipping. âYou shouldnât say anything.â After taking a moment to make sure he wasnât going to say anything he didnât mean to, he spoke again. âLetâs just watch the movie and eat some microwaved popcorn. Does that sound like something we could do? Or would you like to keep pretending you have some deep insights into my character as though weâve known each other longer than three days?â
Dave raised his hands, and Karkat realized heâd sounded far more aggressive than the situation warranted. At this rate, he wouldnât even get a chance to lose this asshole! Nice job, Vantas: stellar work. âNo, youâre right. Iâll step off.â Dave said softly. He got off of the futon with far more grace than heâd flopped onto it with. âYou just put the movie in, and Iâll, uh, Iâll make the popcorn.â
Karkat watched him go before putting his head in his hands. Well, fuck. As though this whole situation hadnât been awkward before. He should just leave. Just leave, forget about his stupid article, and stop dragging this stupidly likeable idiot down with him. He should.Â
He stayed where he was.Â
---
Dave took maybe longer than he absolutely needed to to prepare the popcorn. As much as he liked to consider himself a smooth operator, he could tell when heâd made a mistake, and he wanted to give the guy in the other room a chance to cool down. What made it made it worse was that Karkat had been right to get mad at him: Dave barely knew him. In his place, Dave would probably be pissed, too.Â
Even so, Dave didnât think he was wrong about the conclusions heâd come to. It was obvious that Karkat was, for whatever reason, putting on a show for Daveâs sake. Honestly, it was kind of creepy. If he understood why Karkat felt the need to do that, heâd feel better about it.
But it wasnât his business. Not yet. Maybe you had to reach a certain level on the boyfriend echeladder before that kind of thing was something you talked about. It would probably help if they were actually boyfriends and not just newly dating, too. There seemed to be at least one obvious solution to that problem.
Dave could be patient. After all, he still had eleven days or so to get Karkat to at least like him enough to be his plus one at Roseâs wedding. It wasnât all he wanted anymore, but it'd be enough to start with. As Rose had so often told him, start with small goals.Â
He poured an obscene amount of butter over the popcorn in the bowl and headed out to the living room. Karkat was bent over, fiddling with the DVD player, and when he looked up at Dave, his mouth was curved somewhat upwards. âWhat movie do you have for us?â
Karkat stood. âComing to America.â He made his way back to the futon and sat down as though worried he might fall through if he sat down too quickly. âItâs more comedy than romantic, so I thought you might enjoy it more.â
That sounded vaguely familiar. âOkay.â Dave joined him on the futon, taking care not to startle him this time. âLetâs get this party started.â
---
Karkat had hoped bringing a comedy would hold Daveâs attention enough to keep him from talking through the whole thing. Heâd been mistaken. Yes, a lot of what Dave said was funny, but it just never fucking stopped. Finally, Karkat couldnât take it anymore.
He grabbed the remote and paused the movie. Then he very deliberately set the remote back down. âI want you to listen to me, Dave. Are you listening?â
Dave looked confused, but he nodded. âYeah, Iâm listening. Do you have something you want to tell me? Iâm all ears. Lay it on me.â
God, he couldnât even listen without rambling! âWould it kill you to shut up?â He saw Daveâs eyebrows peek over the tops of his glasses. A part of him told him to reconsider his current course of action, but naturally, Karkat could never abide by a piece of good advice. âWould it literally cause you to drop dead if you couldnât expel your idiocy out of your mouth like a goddamned septic pipe full of half-formed metaphors and bullshit? Would your head explode? Can we try that experiment and see what happens?â Karkat felt his fingernails biting into his palms and realized heâd clenched his fists. âWhat do you say, Dave? Wait, Iâve changed my mind: donât say anything. Let me bask in the gentle ethereal glow of silence for a moment. Can you do that for me, Dave? Can you let me bask? Will the endless flow of words finally cease?â
âNoâ was clearly the answer to that question since Dave was already opening his mouth. Then, to Karkatâs utter shock, he shut it again. His expression wasnât ever easy to read with those douche shades he insisted on wearing all the time, but now it was completely closed off. Even the eyebrows had lowered back to their original position.
Silence stretched between them.Â
Karkat felt sick to his stomach. Shit. Shit. He really just couldnât do it, could he? Couldnât pretend even for a few hours that he was a normal person. Well, so much for this experiment. Time to write off this little adventure. Was it worth even trying to apologise? Before he could decide, Dave made the decision for him.Â
He was clapping. âDamn, just got owned,â he said, a wide grin splitting his face. âYou owned me, Karkat. You should feel proud. Not everyone gets own this,â he gestured to himself. âI just hope you know what youâre getting into: Iâm barely house trained.â
For an embarrassingly high number of seconds, all Karkat could do was blink. âYouâre not mad?â
âFuck no,â Dave said, still grinning. âIâm a big kid now. Iâve graduated from diapers all the way to pull ups. It takes more than a finely crafted, well-deserved take down to take me down.â The grin softened. âThis is what I was trying to say before: I want to date you, not some weird super agreeable version of you. If you want to tell me off for talking too much, fucking go for it. Youâve got a way with insults--itâs a gift. Frankly, Iâm insulted youâve been keeping it to yourself.â
âThereâs more where that comes from, asshole,â Karkat said before he could stop himself. To his amazement, Dave still seemed more amused than anything. A strange mixture of anger and fondness welled up inside him. âStop grinning at me, and watch the fucking movie.â He picked up the remote and hesitated. âYou donât have to be silent,â he said, still feeling a little guilty over his earlier outburst, âjust maybe less talking?â
Dave made a big show of running a zipper over his lips. Then he immediately ruined it by saying, âScouts honor, Karkat. My word is bond. You can cash that shit at the bank.â
Karkat tried to picture Dave as a boy scout and failed. âRight.â He pressed play and the movie resumed. Of course, Dave still talked during the movie, but the sheer volume of words had slowed to a moderate stream rather than the full-bore blasting Karkat had been subjected to earlier. As he sat there on the futon, occasionally answering Daveâs stupid comments with barbs of his own, he felt warm in a way that was only nominally connected to the temperature of the arm he was leaning against. He felt⊠content.
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Overall, Operation Hang Out had been a big success. It had been rocky in places, but again, overall, Dave felt like heâd hit his major mission objectives. A movie was watched, pizza was consumed, and Karkat finally, finally, did something other than apologise every time a hint of the person heâd met at the cafe had come through. He didnât necessarily want to keep pissing Karkat off, but that bitch fit heâd thrown had been epic.Â
Karkat wasnât the kind of guy Dave had expected to find himself interested in. At least, heâd never thought heâd have a grumpy asshole kink. Not that he hadnât enjoyed the more quiet parts of Karkatâs visit, too. It had felt nice to sit on the futon with someone leaning against his shoulder. Dave wasnât a sap, no, not a suave guy like him, but he couldnât deny heâd like to do it again some time.Â
He considered texting Rose as heâd planned to earlier before deciding not to. After all, heâd managed the first crisis all on his own, and she might consider it cheating if he got her help. No, for now at least, this bird was flying solo.
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* Clean apartment. Finger guns. Puts too much butter on popcorn. Also talks during movies outside theater setting. Likes getting insulted. Kink? Â Wants to date the ârealâ me. Delusional. Comfortable arm. Had a nice time. Had acceptable time. Clothes in his shower???Â
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Silver Lining Chapter 13
If youâre ever gonna find a silver lining, itâs gotta be a cloudy day
A ClydexReader fanfic
Word Count: 2,848
Warnings: talk of domestic abuse
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There seemed to be no end in sight for the Unlucky Logans. The agent would show up week after week, starting a tab that she never closed out at the end of the night.Â
âIâll be back, no need to close it,â Sheâd wink at Clyde.Â
The tab only grew faster as she offered drinks to her favorite one-armed bartender. He'd accept some days, when he was feeling strong enough to entertain her, but would reject it most of the time.
Grey rocking quickly became the objective. Any prompt she offered, any bait she put down, Clyde played dumb. He acted as thought he knew nothing of what she was saying, keeping any answers neutral, offering her nothing in return.
He'd let his girl take over some days, when he didn't have the energy to fend off the agent. He felt bad afterward, it felt like he was putting her up for trial, but she always assured him she could hold her own.Â
âThink of it as tag-teaming,â She told him one night. âWhen you need a break, Iâm right here to tap in,â
Nights became restless, alternating between falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and staying up until dawn worrying about the situation. They re-hid the money together, stashing it in the most discreet places they could find around her trailer. He felt guilty about that too. It was her house if it all went down. As the weeks turned into months, the "investigation" began to wear on the couple more and more.
"Why couldn't she be hangin' around the salon? Or botherin' Jimmy at his job? Whyâs it gotta be my bar?" He'd grit out, hand clenching the arm of the sofa. He was sick of being the target, of this falling primarily on him.
"Because she thinks she's got you. But she doesn't. Youâre gonna get though this. We're gonna get through this,"Â She responded calmly, peppering his face with kisses.
âI sure hope so,â His face was drawn into a tight frown despite her kisses.
He wanted to pull her into his arms and know that everything was going to be alright, but that was getting harder and harder to imagine. Heâd open the bar every night, hoping that the agent wouldnât walk in. That sheâd get bored of this game and he could be free again. Be free with her again. But the door would open and the agent would sit in her usual seat, smiling up at him like a shark.
It was an especially cold night outside. The frost had crept up the front window, making the light from the Coors sign appear hazy from the outside. Clyde kept the bar as warm as he could for his patrons, but it was still a little chilly. The heater wasnât what it used to be and with the heist money stashed away, he had no way of paying to fix it. His usual patrons didnât mind much, theyâd warm up with beer and whiskey anyways. His girl would joke that it was Duck Tapeâs attempt at icing the agent out.
âThe bar knows. Itâs hoping sheâll get cold and go home,â She laughed as she threw on a sweater the day after the plumber gave them the diagnosis.Â
She was wearing one of his favorites today, a baby blue sweater that fit her just right. The agent was having trouble finding clothes that shielded her from the climate. Sheâd always opt for low-cut shirts, no matter the heaterâs condition.Â
Today was no exception for the agent. She shimmied out of her coat to reveal a black sleeveless top that was cut to show off her cleavage. Heâd avoided looking at it for most of the night as he made polite conversation with the woman who was trying to ruin his life. Their chat slowly turned for the worse as they spoke.
âSo I heard some gossip today,â She started slowly. Sheâd been shooting the breeze with him at the bar for about an hour, just small talk. He now realized she was probably trying to get him to loosen up for whatever she was about to say.
âYeah, what about?â Clyde asked, cautious about what she might say.
âI heard a guy stopped over at the diner before leaving town a few weeks back. One of the waitresses said he walked in with a huge wad of cash in his hand, looking like he'd seen a ghost,â
The woman was watching him closely for a reaction. He could see his girlfriend stop stacking glasses at the counter out of the corner of his eye.
"He told her he was trying to visit his fiancĂ©e, and a guy with a metal arm paid him off to never come back,"Â
He did his best to look interested and not completely terrified.
"The waitress didn't see how much he had, but it sounded like way more than pocket change,"
"That's quite the story, this town loves to gossip,â He said as best he could. His heart was pounding in his ears, making it hard to hear himself speak. His mouth was becoming dryer by the minute.
"They sure do, and there aren't too many men with metal arms around here," She nodded toward his left hand.
"That's true," He said, choosing his words carefully. His dinner threatened to make a second appearance due to his stomach doing flips.
"But owning a bar in this county isn't quite that lucrative I'd imagine,"
"That's quite the assumption, what are you getting at?" His girlâs voice came from beside him before he could say another word.Â
She was tapping in. She stared the woman down, holding Clydeâs hand behind the bar where she couldnât see.
"I'm just askingâ" The agent tried to start.
"I don't think you're asking anything ma'am, it sounds like you're implying something," His girlâs voice was even and calm as she spoke.Â
"I'm just asking why someone in this town would pay off someone's fiancĂ©e to go away, seems shady to me,â The agentâs eyebrows furrowed, her voice dropping to a dangerous tone.
"I'm the fiancĂ©e maâam, that man was my ex. I broke up with him and he came back around when I didn't want him to,â She began, her tone matching the agentâs.
 âClyde over here was helping me to make sure he didn't hurt me. He didn't pay him to go away, it wasn't even his money. It was mine from selling my wedding ring in order to pay for the medical bills my ex thought I owed him. Not that itâs any of your business,â
âIââ The agentâs face faltered. Any attempt to say something was cut off by her voice growing louder as she continued with her story. Heads were starting to turn around the bar to try to get in on the gossip.
"He thought I owed him medical bills because he beat me severely enough that it landed me in the ICU. I ran away from him and gave up everything I knew to wind up in this town, where he stalked me to and tried to force me back with him. This saint of a man protected me, if it werenât for him I might be dead,â Her voice broke with that last sentence, making Clydeâs chest ache. His hand squeezed hers behind the bar. âI gave my ex the money he thought I owed him and made it crystal clear I was never going back to his abusive ass,"
"I didn't realizeâ" The agent stuttered, that was clearly not the answer she was looking for.
"I don't know what you were implying, but Clydeâs been nothing but kind to me since I got here and I'd appreciate you not spreading the gossip that my jealous ex started about him,"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm,"
"I'm sure you didn't," She said is a controlled tone. With her teeth gritted and her eyes threatening to spill tears, she squeezed Clydeâs hand and left the bar, walking to the back room. As soon as she was out of sight, Clyde turned back to the slightly-stunned woman in front of him.
"She's sensitive about the subject. I didn't want to bring anything up about it when you mentioned it," He deadpanned.
The agent was having a hard time making eye contact. She thought she finally had something, and it fell apart almost immediately.
"I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to insinuate anything. I wasnât trying toââ
"Gossip gets the best of all of us from time to time," Clyde said in a clipped tone. "If you don't mind, I think I'm gonna close up for the night. I think weâve all had a long day,â
"Yes, I understand," She avoided his gaze as she paid her tab and left the bar. He watched as she turned on her car and drove out of the parking lot and into the inky black night.
He let the remaining patrons know he was closing up for the night, and they trickled out, paying their tabs and saying their goodbyes. A few stopped to ask if she was okay, if what sheâd said was true. Clyde worried his bottom lip between his teeth, unsure of whether or not he should say anything. He settled on telling them it wasnât for him to say. He was finishing stacking the glasses when she came back out.
"She's gone," He told her as she walked behind the bar. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah," She whispered.
Her voice was a little hoarse as she threw her arms around his body and pulled him into a hug. She buried her face into his chest, letting out a sniffle. Her fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, trying to hold him as close as possible.
"I'm sorry that happened darlinâ,â He murmured, wrapping his arms around her. âI didnât expect her to ever bring that up,â
"It's okay, I can't stop people from gossiping," She looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest. Her eyes looked a little pink, Clyde couldn't bear the thought of her crying over this.
"If it helps, I think you might've squashed her one lead. She left in quite the hurry after you straightened her out,"
"I figured telling her the money was mine might shut her up, people tend to clam up when you mention comas and runaway brides,â She tried to joke.Â
Clyde gave a small smile in acknowledgement.
âYou saved my back there, I didnât know what I was gonna say. IâI was scared honestly,âÂ
âYou did what you could, you were great sweetheart. I just couldnât listen to her try to make you seem like a bad person anymore. Especially not for that whole incident. I meant it when I said I might be dead without you,â Her voice began to quiver again. He held her closer.
âI love you. Iâd fight him off a million more times if it kept you safe. You mean everything to me,â He whispered. He knew heâd never be able to fully convey how much she meant to him, but he could try.
âI love you too. And I gotta be honest,â She looked back up at him, her tired eyes looking happier already. âYou donât look too good in that prison uniform. So you gotta stay out of prison okay? For me?â
âAnything for you,â He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her.
âââââ
It was about a few weeks later when Clyde had ventured out into the cold January night to pick up a few odds and ends from the store. He insisted his girl stay all warm and cuddled up inside their trailer while he went out to the Grocery Castle on their side of town. She helped him lace up his boots and gave him a kiss on the nose before he slipped on his warmest coat and headed out.Â
He couldnât wait for winter to be over. It felt even longer this year with that agent poking around. It was a good time of year for the bar, with people needing a place to warm up and socialize, but Clyde found himself yearning for spring as the windshield wipers on his car crackled to life after being frozen in place. The light dusting of snow had settled on the road, making it a little harder to find his way down the dimly lit road in the dark.Â
The Grocery Castleâs sign glowed against the white powder and the cloudy sky. There werenât many people out, the only other cars in the lot presumably belonged to the employees waiting to get off their shift. The automatic doors of the store whooshed open and Clyde walked a little heavier, trying to get the snow out from his boots before trekking on.Â
The muzak of the store was soft in the background, the buzz of the fluorescent lighting almost as loud. He ignored both as he moved through the aisles, picking up the contents of the wrinkled list he held in his pocket.Â
Bread
Milk
Bacon
Sausage (for the biscuits and gravy she wanted to make for dinner tomorrow)
Peanut Butter
He moved with a practiced efficiency, everything was in its usual place around the store. It was only when he got to the checkout line did he notice anything different.Â
There was an unusual amount of pink and red decorations around the front of the store. He missed it when he came in but now that he was standing still, he saw it everywhere. The bin full of little stuffed animals holding boxes of chocolate, the cupid cutout that hung by the vent on the ceiling that twirled as warm air pumped out, the seasonal candy display set up over by the bottle return.Â
He scoffed at first, he couldnât believe theyâd set this stuff up so early. It was only mid-January, there was no need to break out the hearts so far in advance. Who buys Valentines gifts from the Grocery Castle anyway?
It wasnât until he saw the tabloid magazines by the checkout counter did things start to connect in his mind. A headline about some famous couple having a tumultuous breakup, complete with a closeup photo of a bruise on one of their arms followed by some sensationalized speculation.Â
Valentines Day was coming up.
The holiday that brought her to Boone County, to him. Sheâd walked into his bar exhausted, covering her bruises with a hoodie and a pound of makeup, drinking his vodka with the last of her cash to help heal where her tooth had been knocked out. His fist balled up around the cartâs handle at the thought.Â
Her physical wounds had healed. She knew she was safe with him, they had a home together, they owned a business together. A lot had changed for both of them in a year. But he wondered where her mind would be on February 14th. She hadnât mentioned it to him yet. Granted, theyâd both been overwhelmed with an FBI agent until recent. Things were just starting to get back to normal, they could finally begin to unwind.
But was she going to be able to unwind with this day coming up? Was it something he should bring up? He felt a bubble of uncertainty rise in his chest as he dropped his items on the conveyer belt for the clerk to scan. He was a gangly high school kid, probably saving up for college. He didnât pay too much attention to Clyde as he paid and collected his bags with his metal arm.Â
He walked back outside, the cold air hitting his face as soon as the automatic doors opened. It filled his lungs and made them ache just a little. He dropped his bags in the trunk and circled to the driverâs side. He sat in his car with the engine on for a moment, realizing he still hadnât made a decision about what to do.Â
He didnât want to bring up anything that might upset her. Maybe she hadnât thought of it at all and he was just over thinking it. Maybe she had been thinking of this day for months and just never said anything. Sheâd have to be reminded at some point, just going about her day. Even the damn grocery store had decorations up. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, keeping it from hanging in his face. He didnât know what to do, to be honest. She meant the world to him, and he never wanted her to feel alone and scared again.Â
As he shifted gears and stepped on the gas to travel back down the snowy road, he tentatively made his decision. This was her past and it would be her decision of what to do. He didnât want to bring up any painful memories by accidentally saying the wrong thing. He would wait for her to say what she needed.Â
And he would be right by her side the whole way. Just as sheâd done for him.
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NOTES
Oh hey this is super overdue! Iâm trying to wrap this up for yâall, its about damn time! Thanks for being so patient with me, I know its not much. I donât know if her story would be enough to throw off an FBI agent in real life, but I do know people really donât like hearing about traumatizing events. Iâd think this would be the agentâs last ditch effort, she finally thought she had something she could use, and Clydeâs girlfriend just isnât having it.Â
There should be just one more chapter left, I hope to get it out soon!
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