#im not doing it without those two fucks still intact

[mishakeelh]

"on the old road, we found redemption" guys.... thats gay. like, why are you seeking redemption alongside another man. might as well kiss him, the result would be the same🙄

[classificationhell]

Not sure if this has been asked before, but how would Mourningstar react if reader died? Would losing ANOTHER child finally push him past his breaking point?

Oh dear god..... (how dark and I love it and hate it at the same time lol) (Also if y'all wanna reply whether you liked this I'd be stoked because I don't usually go this hard or dark >.>)

Look, it can go one of two ways

(WARNING DARK DISTURBING CONTENT AHEAD! WITHOUT SPOILING TOO MUCH IM GOING TO JUST SAY DEAD DOVE AND GENOCIDE)

(Above should be a page of issue number 9 of Batgirl 2009 if I am not mistaken, i honestly dont know for sure i specifically looked up batgirl 2009 issue 9 marvin though) He doesn't see you as actually being dead. You just can't be dead. You're just tired because of the incident, or whatever it was scared you so badly that you became mute. Any smell you do or dont emit he can chalk up to your scent changing or stopping, which, while rare, can happen, but oh don't worry darling, he'll still love you and your scent, or lack thereof, no matter what. Also, don't worry about you being unable to talk anymore he'll fill the silence or just cuddle you.

Fortunately, I don't think decay works the same way for sinners in hell. Headcanon is actually that unless a body is burned or eaten, it will remain intact indefinitely. There may be some smell, or the scent might disappear completely, but it isn't completely heinous. Point is he's keeping "you" cleaned and dressed and chalking your unresponsiveness up to trauma from the incident if he stares at you long enough without blinking or looking away he can definitely see you're breathing so you're not dead. You. Can't. Be. Dead. You're obviously just too traumatized to eat, or maybe he fed you already. Ah, yes, silly Daddy, you ate your blueberry pancakes this morning because they're your favorite, and you're too full for lunch. He'll spend hours talking to you about anything and everything or just cuddling. You don't move away or anything, so he knows you like it. Everyone else, including heaven, better pray to all that is holy or unholy that he doesn't ever come out of his delusions. "You look so pretty today babygirl. I love that dress on you! The color looks so well against your skin. You look like such a doll darling. Daddy's pretty little doll~"

Option 2:

He knows and he is completely enveloped by an all consuming rage. Heaven won't have to worry about an extermination ever again because Lucifer will purposely murder each and every sinner already in existence or those yet to fall. The pride ring will become uninhabitable to even hellborns, anyone that steps foot there will forfeit their life including Angels. If exorcist or fucking Adam come down he will slaughter them without prejudice and send their heads back to heaven as a notice that no one is welcome anymore and any deal they had was off. Snakes take over the entire ring and make short work of anyone who dares enter. He's buried you next to your sister and mother in the garden and visits every day to tell you he's gotten vengeance for you and will continue to slaughter every sinner who falls or anyone who dares enter the pride ring, he's made a veritable garden of Eden for himself and his family.

[harlequinoccult]

ok well w that answer to my last ramble i hope you won't mind me coming back and rambling MORE-

the thing with Ariel "Vulpine" Fox (remember i said he has a Thing w foxes? his surname might have smth to do w that) is that, at his core, he is not a character that really fits into the vibes of slsq. and i love putting my ocs into Situations where they Do Not Really Fit In, because it forces me to think outside the box and go "ok, but what if they find themselves in that Situation anyway? how do i work with that while still keeping their character mostly intact?". and the mix of slsq and Vulpine is just * chefs kiss * especially delicious to me, bc Ariel always had a few screws loose, but he's always been a bit too level-headed to really lean into his innate madness, and slsq gives me the opportunity to really fuck with him and i love that-

Ariel's whole Thing is really that he's the perfect vigilante character. he would never make the profile of a serial killer. a killer, yes, oh he has no problem with killing you see, but it's usually done with some greater objective in mind. even in slsq im sure he's going to be extremely picky with his victims. the thing that really sets him off and makes him believe Murder Is Ok is injustice. because unfortunately for him, Ari has an unparalleled amount of empathy, which causes him to make some... contradictory decisions during his life. really, it all depends on who has earned his wrath. he will never kill poor people or people in need, in fact he usually goes out of his way to help them every single time, but put a cop in front of him and they're going to have the most slow, painful, cruel death possible.

there might be exceptions to the "no killing poor ppl/ppl in need" rule tho, if the person in question is an abuser who does nothing but inflict suffering on others and poison the local community with their toxicity. funnily enough, Carter fits the profile of Ariel's victims fucking perfectly, im honestly still thinking of a reason why he didn't kill Carter sooner other than "he didn't have enough time to do it". other people he'll definitely go after is the rich and corrupt politicians, which, not the best decisions for his anonymity or his safety, but if he's gonna get killing you bet your ass he'll try to cause some form of change while at it.

another thing he hates, has always hated and always will, is abuse of authority (which is why in his mind a good cop is always a dead cop). he has a general problem w authority even without the abusing part, especially hates when he's stripped of his autonomy and forced to do smth against his will (he IMMEDIATELY hates The Host on principle, and its going to get worse from here). he's always been a brat over being ordered around, even if he HAS to do what he's being told to do he's going to do it HIS way and fuck you if you have a problem w that. what matters is that he got the job done, isnt it? (i genuinely dont know how Carter managed to put up w him, those two together is a TERRIBLE mix)

most of all this does have to do w how he grew up, really. Ari is cannonically british (by which i mean, in my head he has a rlly subtle posh british accent that gets stronger the angrier he gets, which is even funnier to me bc the angrier he gets the more he swears and it usually involves a lot of FOCK and FOCKIN' and BLOODY being thrown around. like i get why OD would enjoy riling him up i rlly do-) which doesn't rlly have that much impact into his slsq story bc im not british and ik nothing abt britain but he is an immigrant and that's a lil bit important. to me. anyway-

he grew up in a very poor, very religious community somewhere in monarchy land (england), and was an extremely difficult, some would even say demonic, child. he's always had anger issues but it was MUCH worse when he was little (growing up he learns to deal w them to the point that getting him actually, truly angry without touching on what triggers him is extremely hard. good luck OD, his reaction to your annoying ass is mostly gonna be a sigh and a twitch of his fingers). his religious trauma, unlike w OD, has nothing to do w surviving catholic school (he went to a public school, somehow managed to be a massive nerd AND a delinquent at the same time, always had the highest notes of his class and was still despised by the teachers for being "disrespectful") and more w growing up surrounded by extremely religious people and realizing quite soon that praying did nothing to help w the systematic oppression they all were being crushed by. it only got worse when he started questioning the teachings of the church, growing more frustrated as he tried to get his peers to "see reason", and finally lost all hope when he went through his second exorcism (first one happened whem he was still very small, which im sure didn't fuck him up in any way whatsoever). has never entered a church since then, still knows some prayers that were burned into his brain and he can't forget no matter how hard he tries, genuinely believes that god never existed and if he did then he's fucking dead, and has a fascination w satanic symbols to this day that will probably never go away.

he had a somewhat mixed reputation growing up. in his tween years, he used the fact that he was considered "demonic" when little to scare and fuck with people who otherwise might have caused him problems. he got into constant fights in his childhood and his teen years, both because bullies would wrongly assume he'd be an easy target and then get punched and bitten and scratched until they cried, or because he was trying to protect someone else from being bullied. soon figured out that just not engaging unless someone else threw the first punch was a good way to de-escalate situations and keep him from getting in too much trouble (since he wouldn't be the one who "started it"), which was what made him begin to develop his stoic attitude. he started learning to control his anger because the people he wanted to protect were scared of him bc of his tendency to lash out, and because he realized that being in control of his emotions meant that he would fuck up less in high stress situations and make it easier to calm the people around him as well.

he got in constant trouble w the local authorities, being continuously searched and brought into the police station for a p big list of petty crimes (vandalism, theft, underage drinking, drug use, trespassing, public indecency, etc), but noticed that he was treated much more leniently than his POC friends who did much less shit than he did. which was also when his hatred for cops solidified.

life wasn't easy on him. he did a lot of questionable shit to get by, and he knows a lot of people in the same situations as him, so his morals are extremely gray as a consequence of it. he's not going to judge you for doing a bad. everyone does what they can to survive and survival is not a noble thing. he's extremely lenient w things that most ppl find unacceptable, and has a very clear understanding in his mind that everything is situational. which is why murder can be ok, and cannibalism can be ok, and any number of horrible things humans do can be justifiable and acceptable no matter what society says.

so he's not going to judge anyone on the cast of slsq for doing the things they do if they can justify it. but i can also very clearly see him killing the ones that do it just for the sake of it. with one exception: he will never murder the one he loves.

which is why i am sooooo excited to pair him up w OD, the one that kills p much without discrimination, and watch all the loopholes he forms in his mind to try and justify to himself why he's turning a blind eye to someone killing innocent people. he might try to nudge OD into having a smidge more of a standard, but if OD threatens to leave bc of it or gets too annoyed he's dropping it in a second. who knows, maybe OD is the one who might be able to convince him to drop the good guy "act" instead. who needs morals when you have love amirite?

i wouldn't say Vulpine is a yandere (there's too much effort to make sure that he and his loved one(s) are equals in every possible way for that i think), but with the borderline unhealthy, undying, nearly desperate devotion he develops for the ppl he falls for i think it's a pretty close thing tbh. he would do anything for his lover. anything. and he expects nothing in return. he just wants them to be happy, no matter what.

anyway uuuuhh there's so much more i can say abt Vulpine, i didnt even touch on his relationship w substance abuse or when he got arrested or his family, but this is already enormous, so have some specific slsq stuff instead (all of this is p much slsq specific tbh, Ari's backstory changes a lot depending on what story i decide to put him next, but some plot beats and traumas always stay the same): his mask of choice is similar to Cold's, a blank black mask, and his weapon of choice is a hunting knife. his specialty is informant (i was very tempted to make him a jack of all trades, bc one of his main characteristics is his adaptability, but i could NEVER envision him accepting doing that much for Carter. he would rather die), as mentioned previously his personality type is going to be apathetic w a side of caustic (still dont know if that's the right name but oh well), his clothing style is punk and practical and he wore ripped jeans for this bc he didn't know what he was getting himself into and he's soooo mad he didn't wear his cargo pants instead. he's actually kinda similar to Cold when it comes to superficial personality traits (stays quiet and observant most of the time, stealth killer, has a whole thing going on w shadows and anonymity and the mask, also exudes a intimidating aura that often scares people and gives him negative charisma. another reason he's not a jack of all trades is bc he'd make for an AWFUL bait)

and when in deep romance, if OD keeps trying to annoy him, he'll just kiss them to shut them up. it might just end up encouraging that kind of behavior long therm, but it works as a short therm solution so he doesn't rlly care-

(pt 1.)

Oh there is so much I could say that would veer into major spoilers for Overdose's route and beyond.

The Caustic personality is cynical, bitter, and sarcastic. Aggressive options will be separate and compatible with every personality type (aggressive doormats have been...interesting to write. imagine the most neurotic chihuahua-)

And concerning mc and Carter....there aren't a lot of job opportunities in Newcreed that aren't y'know, soul crushing drudgery, no matter what your relationship with Carter was, it was enough to pay rent if mc lived alone, or enough to afford necessities if they lived with the bastard.

And getting into Newcreed itself, The city is rotten. Crime rate is so high and the mayor doesn't do shit, the police don't do shit and the roads are fucked, but hey, expansive public transit and rent is low as hell. A lot of people immigrate to Newcreed (Cold and Sweetheart and his family are examples of this) because its a cheap place to live and the barriers for employment are little to none.

[septembermonologues]

🦉Positivity owl reporting for duty! This was sent by a friend who wants you to smile as much as your posts make them smile. Please list five things that make you unique, four things you are super passionate about and why, OR three of your favorite memories. Feel free to send the owl to those who you feel deserve to smile🦉

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mmmmm 4 things im super passionate about and why

im going to be so long winded lol

1) loving my friends and doing it loudly and without embarrassment. i had really really really shitty experiences with "friends" in middle and high school and still can't totally wrap my mind around how lucky i am to be surrounded by the people i get to call my friends now. i owe them all everything, from my oldest friend (a decade in 2026!!!!) who made me believe in soulmates, to the two friends i met around the same time who i don't keep in touch with as well as i should but who dont fault me for it, to my friend who pushed me to get help for myself and looked out for me when i struggled the most with my dad and who im convinced i spent my life with in another life, to my friend who's become family and her husband who welcomed me immediately, to my beloved tumblr mutual who i get to text all day everyday and hasn't gotten sick of me yet, to my little trio at school who saw someone awkward and trying to find their feet and all but held them at gun point to hangout and who were sad that i was graduating before them when i expected to just get in and out and just finish my degree mostly intact. how fucking lucky am i? how blessed am i? and i want to return it all and more if i can.

2) making sure any of my activism and want for a better world comes from a place of love for other people. i just don't know what the point of any of this is if you're not working for change because you care about others and their circumstances. we owe each other everything.

3) this maybe out of place because it's work related but as a stage manager i want to be firm about having safety tools for my entire team- my cast, my fellow sms, my production designers, my crews. i think a lot of things are just "part of the job" and get swept under the rug to keep a show moving but thats how the wheels come off the bus. and safety to me, at least to start, comes in the form of silly ice breaker questions every night not only to encourage actors to get in the habit of signing in but also to get everyone talking and engaged in conversations over a joke or an unserious but very important hot take and to bridge the gap that is the sm table so they feel like they can come to me with an issue, to making sure a safety captain is set up as early as possible in the rehearsal process, to having an anonymous debrief form that goes straight to someone (an intimacy director ideally) who knows the cast but isn't in the room every day so they have somewhere to go if they dont feel comfortable coming to me, the director, or the safety captain, to making sure everyone actually takes their 5s and 10s and gets out of the rehearsal room at least once, to making sure my asms are doing all or most of their work while we're clocked in and not adding work for ourselves outside of designated times unless absolutely necessary.

4) finding ways to take care of yourself ESPECIALLY if they feel small or silly. i spent so much time stuck in a constant state of feeling shitty and i regret it so much and don't want to see anyone else do the same if it can be helped. i started doing basic skincare in 2021 because it just felt nice (i still dont know how much any of it actually does anything) and when my therapist pointed out that thats perfectly valid self care it all felt so much more accessible to me. so i do a silly little face mask when i feel like i need something easy to refresh and get my nails done even if acrylics seem out of character for me because it's nice to go sit in a salon and pick a new design to change things up and have too many different flavors and formulas of chapstick because i like to have options and listen to my boy bands and watch my vampire show and my way too long rpg shows and keep at least a loose routine because it helps keep me moving. you dont have to change your whole life all at once. it can be trying a new flavor of coffee or going out for a fast casual meal and bevvie or buying a new candle fragrance. and, again, it might seem small and stupid but its so important- you have to start somewhere and it all adds up.

[dirtysvthoughts]

𝓟 𝓡 𝓘 𝓥 𝓐 𝓣 𝓔 𝓓 𝓐 𝓝 𝓒 𝓔 𝓡 - CHAPTER THREE

pairing: prospective club owner! joshua x stripper! reader

word count: 2.2k

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, worldbuilding before the dirty stuff (be patient 😉), female! reader, mildly cocky! shua, dom! shua, power play/brat! reader, full nudity for reader, use of pet names (love, baby, sweetheart), shua tries to get reader to fall for him but to no avail (or yes avail?)

playlist songs: special affair - the internet, give me head - sweet the kid, na na - trey songz

notes: chapter 3 baybeeeee! sorry this took so long, but it’s finally here! i’m gonna start working on chapter 4 and that should be done vv soon! hope you enjoy besties!

taglist: @im-gemmy @enhacolor @hooniewnderland @svtup @kawaiikels @weeevrse @diorsfxck @kyexvly @woozarts @ifuckcheol @marsstarxhwa @haoxiaoba

“and i’m telling you, i don’t need any help, take your service elsewhere,” your boss, mia, says over the phone, curtly hanging it up afterwards. “fucking nuisance,” she mumbles under her breath as you enter her office.

“somethin’ happen?” you say as you shut the door behind you, away from prying eyes and listening ears.

“shouldn’t you be getting ready, sage?” mia says not even looking in your direction, fiddling with whatever paperwork is in front of her.

you roll your eyes, “it’s 5 PM, i only came here early to practice my new routine. plus, i needed to ask you something, but then i overheard you. you know i’m one of the few people you actually trust here. so seriously, what was that all about?”

she stops messing with the papers and finally directs her eyes towards you, breathing a heavy sigh. “okay, so you know the club has a few more debt payments before i can solely own this place right? well, this man i was on the phone with can more than likely wipe away the rest of the debt with a snap of a finger.”

“so if he can do that, why would you tell him to fuck off? i don’t get it.”

“because he wants to own majority of the business! all of the creative decisions, finances, even down to the dancers’ employment would be his decision. i’m not doing that! i’ve worked way too hard to get to where illusion is today. and do you know how many strip club owners are women? not a whole lot. this is my pride.”

you both sit in a minute of silence, her words repeating in your mind. she was right, so much went into this club and those who weren’t on the pole proved that a club could run without a man’s help or approval. and you knew your boss wasn’t desperate enough to give in just yet.

“well no one but you is gonna run club illusion. fuck another owner or a co-owner,” you firmly say as mia shakes her head and smiles, now directing her attention at her desktop, moving her mouse around.

“why do i like you so much, sage?”

“i dunno, i guess i have that effect on people,” you smile as you push your hair back, opening the door so you could start getting ready.

“by the way,” you say with one foot out the door, “what was the guy’s name?”

“somethin’ hong, i kept forgetting the name, why? does it ring a bell?”

“nah, just wanna have a name in mind just in case he shows up, you know they like doing that.”

“well let’s hope not,” she groans as she stretches her arms out. “i really don’t need the extra stress - i can already tell tonight’s gonna be extra for no reason.”

and crazy enough, your boss was right. security had to break up two fights, one of the dancers ended up getting sent home (she was overly drunk), and a bartender ended up quitting - all in the span of four hours.

you look at the clock on the wall, readjusting your bodysuit straps and making sure your makeup was still intact. it was finally midnight, which hopefully meant the rest of the night would be better until it was time for the club to close.

“crazy ass night huh?” your closest friend and fellow dancer, hana (also known as chardonnay) approaches you. she finds her makeup kit and grabs a brush, dolling up her face.

“who are you tellin? and it’s only thursday! if heads into the weekend,” you say but hana finishes your thoughts.

“oh hello no, do not manifest that energy. this weekend can be busy, but not crazy,” she puts her kit back in her corner and checks herself out.

min then walks into the dressing room, hastily scanning the area for one person. “hana!” she calls out, slightly panicking. “you have a whole party waiting for you and you’re talking in the dressing room?”

“i know min, i just had to make sure i was ready, sheesh,” hana rolls her eyes. “gimme five and i’ll be out. they can wait.”

“you better hurry up,” min says walking away, “mia already has had to deal with a lot of shit and i’m pretty sure the last thing she wants to deal with is y’all acting out.” she closes the door behind her and the music becomes muffled again.

“lemme head out there before even more hell gets raised,” hana sighs as she switches her clear heels for her champagne-colored ones. “i guess i’ll see you out there in a bit.” she and a few others leave the room, leaving the space nearly empty.

——

after checking yourself out, you finally head back on to the scene, deciding to walk around and look for clientele since you already performed on the main stage for tonight.

as you get deeper into the center, you notice a figure at one of the small, standing tables. intrigued, you walked closer and your body can’t deny it’s reaction when you see how handsome he is. his dress white shirt had a few buttons opened, his black hair styled to where not all of it was in his face, and his eyes? oh you felt like you could melt in them.

when you finally get close enough, you place your hand on his shoulder and he looks up at you, putting his glass of whiskey down. “hey there,” you smile flirty at him, and he responds by smiling back at you.

“hey beautiful,” he says in the most soft, yet incredibly sexy tone. “i haven’t seen you around before, are you new here?”

“oh, so you’ve been here before,” you say going to the opposite side of the table, your eyes not leaving is. “that’s interesting, considering i’ve never seen you, i practically have a sixth sense when it comes to this place.”

“mmm, different days, different times, maybe,” he picks up his glass and takes a sip and when he puts it down, you reach for his hand and take hold of it.

“well that can’t stop us from getting to know each other better,” you rub his hands softly. “what’s your name?”

“hong. joshua hong, to be more specific,” he says. “and yours?”

you try to keep a poker face, but you fail drastically as your expression changes. “hong?” you think to yourself. “hong.. why does it sound so familiar?”

you mind then recalls the conversation with mia, and you slowly remove your hand from his. “w-wait a minute, hong? are you a club owner or something?”

“actually i am, how did-” you interrupt him by scoffing and shaking your head, not believing what could’ve happened.

“no fucking way.. you’re the man that called my boss earlier today weren’t you? about wanting to own this place?”

“yeah, that was me,” he says with all the pride he can muster and it made you a little annoyed. “this place has so much potential, and it’s becoming one of the most popular clubs in the area. with my help, it can reach that and more! everyone would benefit.”

“look, hong - whoever you are, this club is doing fine. mia didn’t need a savior before and she doesn’t need one now, especially from some cocky motherfucker who he thinks he can change everything just by walking into the room.” you walk away ready to find another customer, but he comes in front of and stops you.

“you’re bold as hell.. i love that in a partner,” joshus says grinning as he begins to kiss the side of your neck teasingly, his lips feeling like a soft pillow. your body and your mind are now drastically confused. yes, he was trying to take over the club and you didn’t want that, but you couldn’t deny your physical attraction to him either.

after a few more seconds, joshua pulls away and smirks at you, clearly enjoying the fact that you were starting to break down your walls. he takes something out of his pocket and slides it into your hand, and when you feel it - it’s a thick wad of cash.

“let’s go upstairs baby,” joshua says as he pulls you towards him, having you lead the way. watching your surroundings, you firmly grab his hand and you lead him to the vip rooms, walking up the steps and then finding the closest, empty room.

unable to hold back anymore (and away from any other eyes), you sharply pull him closer to you and smash your mouth against his, hands roaming his hair as he walks backwards. when he reaches the edge of the couch, joshua gently sits down and pulls you onto his lap, his hands now palming your ass. you lowly moan at the feeling as you begin to roll your hips into him, his touches becoming more firmer as he squeezes your cheeks.

“you couldn’t resist me, could you?” joshua laughs to himself. “just a second ago you were telling me off, and now you’re like putty in my hands.”

“fuck you,” you moan out when he starts playing with the crotch of your bodysuit, dragging two fingers over the cloth. he continues the motion until he can start to feel a familiar dampness.

“awww cute, you wanna fuck me,” he gloats, dragging his fingers into your bodysuit, playing with your inside lips. he continues the motion for a few moments and then you muster every good bone left in your body, to pry his fingers away from your now dripping core.

“fuck, i shouldn’t be doing this.. i really shouldn’t be doing this,” you say hesitantly.

“well why not? we’re already here aren’t we? no one has to know, baby. this’ll be our little secret, m’kay?”

and that was all you needed to hear. this was definitely something you’d be carrying with you to the grave.

“fine. one round and then that’s it-” you can’t even finish your sentence before joshua slams his lips once again on yours, this time with more vigor and fever.

——

for the millionth time tonight, your body and your mind are in two conflicting states. how could something this bad be so incredibly good?

“m-mmm, sh-shua,” you moan into his ear as he thrusts into you, your bodysuit completely off and his pants pooling down at his ankles. “you feel amazing,” you continue to feel him up, pressing down on his shoulders. joshua hisses at the feeling, guiding your hands down to his waist so you can see and feel what he was doing to you.

“that’s all you,” he smiles as you move a bit to match his pace, almost moaning with you at the new intensity you both set. “with me here, you could have this every night, hmmm, maybe even more than that to be real with you.”

he was really trying to get you over, but for your sake - it couldn’t happen.

“and with you here, you’d probably take out 20% of my pay,” you chuckle but it’s immediately cut off when joshua thrusts sharply into you, causing you to hunch over and moan, almost loud enough to where someone could hear you.

“i thought you needed to be quiet? you’re fucking the new potential owner, can’t have everyone finding out, right?”

“fuck, fuck, f-fuck,” you whisper, joshua not sure if that was from the sex or if you were still frustrated that your morals have gone out the window.

you feel a tightening in your core, and you knew any minute that you were about to come. as he continues to thrust into you, the coils in your become smaller and more detailed.

“joshua, shua, i- mmmm, i-!” you call out for him and moments later, you juices leak on him. you relax into his chest, regulating your breathing to a slower pace.

——

“this doesn’t mean anything you know,” your back facing him as he helps you fix the strings on your bodysuit. “i’ve already crossed some lines that i can’t return from.”

“i keep telling you sweetheart, no one has to know. you’re making it seem like you have to tell the whole world.”

several thoughts run through your mind, including ones of him railing you from behind in one of the secluded vip rooms. you try and push them out of your head when you finally speak.

“and if i did want to see you again, how would i go about that?” joshua then hands you a business card and pats your back, signifying that he was done.

“just gimme a call love.”

you both walk out the room, and he turns to face you again, leaving a kiss on your forehead. “see you soon, baby.” he walks away, leaving you dazed and in suspended motion. you almost don’t hear your name being called out.

“sage!” hana calls out to you and you walk over to her.

“who was that? he’s so fucking hot! how’d you bag him?”

you sigh as you lie through your teeth, “he’s no one special. just another customer.”

[puppycatpawprint]

Tell me about the 100 Gecs lore please I want to know!!!!!!! :)

im shocked anyone found that post thank you for asking LOL here u go, mostly copy pasted from my discord server but also edited a bit since i listened to literally every gec song ever for some reason: -

this lore starts off with the album named after the band, 100 gecs, which followed the journey of two stoners and a talking dog. the first song in my made-up little lore series, dog food, is about a wizard of some sort who communicates and lives through a dog they found and take care of. the song sounds like it talks about how a deceased someone is currently buried, and how they seem to talk to laura and dylan through the dog. laura and dylan start getting ~magic texts~ that they let go of as kinda spammy since there are 80 unread messages. what those messages are about are unknown, but eventually the dog goes missing, which leads into fuck teeth, being seemingly about laura starting to be able to transform into a dog and starting to notice everyone close to her all leaving her behind and then dylans just coming across her mid transformation and doing drugs with her (thats a lot of this lore weirdly enough). they get so fucked up and high he tries to feed her his own leg, but she breaks the transformation somehow and they dont really question it. they both revel in their powers and continue doing drugs. in the final song, laura sings about now how she has everything she could ever want in the world (twenty-five bands and a single gecko...?) but is a bit lost about how they came to be magical, trying to talk to dylan on the phone, not really realizing she's not using it cause it died- but actually using telekinesis. this is all also while on fucking drugs cause it isnt 100 gecs without good ass weed.

it continues with 1000 and 10000 gecs- 1000 gecs, is about laura and dylan BEFORE they became magical. 745 sticky is just about wanting to be rich and famous, and how theyre essentially there but dont feel adequate enough- spending all their money and waking up early all the time just to perform and make music to no end, slowly not enjoying it but still going as its keeping them alive. money machine is about a rival they encountered, a big guy with a big truck. unfortunately, money machine is not actually linked to lore, but i like to speculate that the rival put a curse on them to make them always unhappy about being famous in the first place. which leads into 800db cloud, where laura and dylan literally sing about how they miss either being with a lover, and miss smoking weed and having fun because theyre always leaving town and having to defend themselves from strange amalgamations that come after them when they smoke or start to feel happy. I Need Help Immediately is a transmission from something they called the tree of clues they overheard one night, but they ignored to go horse racing and try to make more money. stupid horse is about how they lost a LOT of money due to that Truck Guys Curse, and they stole a horse who essentially leads them to the tree of clues. it sends laura and dylan home with Magic Weed after ??? something happens, and a magic fly drives dylan fucking insane & he kills it and thats where all the newer music starts coming in where theyre flying around and shit. i wud nvrstop u, gecgecgec, and gec 2 u are all unfortunately just normal songs with no relation to the lore. no new album yet, but TWO songs are currently up to date with that lore: mememe and Doritos & Fritos. mememe is about dylan and laura talking shit to their exes, while demonstrating their newfound abilities of flying and reality manipulation, letting go of the past lives as just normal famous people. Doritos & Fritos explore a town thats being somewhat devastates and confused by laura and dylan, who are now just flying around the world being stoners

jesus christ this was less organized b4 i actually heavily edited this. LOL the end is all i kept intact, i hope you enjoy this silly dump abt nonsense i thought up

[snapdragon-mina]

Critical Beauty

A/n: This is my part of the POCuties Playlist Collab :)

I love bo with my WHOLE heart. I'm sorry if it seems rushed or ooc, ive been hella stressed lmao. Anyway, enjoy this fic based on Critical Beauty by Pentagon.

Warnings: Swearing? I think that's all.

•••

You became friends with Konoha Akinori rather easily when you transferred. He was fun to be around and you guys just clicked. After a few weeks of friendship, he offered for you to come watch him and the team practice.

"Hey, (l/n), you don't have anything to do after school... Do you?" He asked.

"Uh no, not that I know of. Why?"

"I wanted to see if you'd come watch me and the others practice." He shrugged as he relaxed in his seat keeping a watchful eye on the clock.

"Volleyball practice? That's a bunch of hot sweaty men in one place, sir who do you take me for?" You held a look of disgust on your face as you looked at him. Konoha snorted and shot you a look.

"You don't wanna know."

You faked offense but agreed to watch his practice after class.

You arrived shortly after practice had already begun. You opted for quietly taking a seat as nobody had even seemed to notice you slip into the gym. You were there for a good five minutes before Konoha realized you were already here. He had stopped dead in his tracks, piquing someone's attention.

"Wait, (l/n), when did you get here?"

You rolled your eyes at the question. "Been here for like 5 minutes, thanks for finally noticing tho." As the two of you were joking around you could feel someone else's eyes on you.

"Konoha, why is the one with that phat ass staring at me-"

As soon as those words left your lips, Bokuto froze and all eyes were on him. Akaashi bumped his shoulder against Bokuto's and that knocked him out of his semi-frozen state. "What's your name?" He blurted out almost immediately.

You raised an eyebrow but answered him nonetheless. "I'm (l/n) (y/n); Konoha's only friend."

Konoha flipped you off at that.

"I'm Bokuto Kōtarō, Its nice to meet you (l/n)-chan!" He smiled really wide up at you.

"(l/n)-chan, huh? Okay." You smiled back down at him and he swears he felt his heart swell.

•••

At this point the entire school knew. A few days ago, you bumped into Bokuto in the hallways. As you went to apologize, his eyes lit up and he reached into his bag, pulling out a -somehow perfectly intact- flower. "(l/n)-chan! This morning I was walking, and there was a rose. If you like it you can take it!"

"Oh, thank you, Bo. Pink is actually one of my favorite colors." You smiled as you gently took the rose from his hands.

His eyes widened slightly at your smile and shifted his eyes away. "I never knew you liked pink... But now that you're holding it in front of me, It suits you." He walked off before you could notice the growing warmth spreading through his face.

That wasn't the only time, though. Over the course of three months, you would receive dozens of gifts. Anything ranging from flowers, to food, to jewelry. He always said something that made it super obvious how absolutely infatuated he was with you. However, his dumb ass didn't even realize he was being obvious until you called him out during his latest gift.

Bokuto came up to you after one of his practices. "Something annoying but sparkling was strangely in my pocket. I swear I don't know how it got there." He handed you a silver ring with some sort of gem inside of it. Was it real? You have no idea but you wouldn't put it past him if it was. "You can have it, since my fingers dont fit."

You looked at him skeptically before slipping the ring onto one of your fingers. His face started heating up again as he watched you and you could've sworn you heard something along the lines of: "it fits on your finger so well that it gives me chills."

"Are you positive you have no idea where it came from?" You asked, peeping the ring that looked eerily similar to the one he just gave you, on his finger.

"Yep! Not a clue. It's just a coincidence that the same one happens to be on my finger too."

At this point you'd had enough. You stared him directly in his eyes, not saying or doing anything; waiting for him to crack.

He started shifting his weight from leg to leg under your gaze. "Don't stare at me like that." You didn't let up. "Fine, what are you curious about?" He tried to look anywhere but directly at you.

"Bo, you keep gifting me these little gifts. I really do appreciate them, but I need an explanation." You crossed your arms and waited patiently.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "I don't need to say the obvious again, it's written all over your face."

You grinned. "I'm not saying anything in response until I get a proper confession. Details and everything." Bokuto's eyes widened.

"I'm not ready to-"

Your smile softened. "That's fine, Bo. I already adore you as is, so I'll wait for you. Just do it when it feels right for you." The panicked look on his face dissipated and he nodded.

"Okay! Wait for me until then, please." And with that he ran off to do God knows what.

•••

Four more months and Bokuto was still giving you gifts, but he had yet to actually "confess properly". You were patient through it all and then one day, Bokuto stopped giving you gifts.

Your thoughts were spiralling as you questioned why. Why would he stop? Did he mean to? Did this fucking idiot go broke buying me all that shit? You shook your head as you walked towards you locker. You almost didn't notice Konoha standing there with a smug little shit eating grin as he held out a letter with a little heart seal on it.

"Konoha what are you-"

"(l/n)-chan I'm so in love with you, please make me the happiest man in the entire world and accept my confession!" It was obvious that he was faking. He could barely get through a word without laughing.

"Eat shit and die." You laughed as you snatched the letter from his hands.

"It's actually Bokuto-san's letter. He was supposed to give it to you like a week ago but he chickened out and Akaashi-san had to get the letter from him. He asked me to deliver it to you since we're in the same class and all."

"Oh say less" He waved goodbye to you and walked off, leaving you with the letter. You carefully opened it and read it to yourself silently.

"I would fall over and die if I said this in person, but this is a letter! :)

Day after day I live for you, I'll give you everything. If Im with you I swear everywhere will feel like Hollywood. You have the best smile I've ever seen and everytime you smile I feel really hot, it's like I'm addicted to you. I just want you to know that I really really really like you.

-Bo <3"

You smiled softly before placing the letter in your bookbag and getting what you need out of your locker.

After class ended for the day, you walked towards the gym as you knew volleyball practice was being held today. The moment you pushed the door open, Bokuto's head snapped up and he looked at you. "(y/n)!"

"Ooh first name basis I see. Okay then, Hi Kōtarō." You smiled. He returned it as he dropped what he was doing and rushed to give you a hug. You returned it with a laugh. "Dude, you're all sweaty."

He pulled away and apologized quickly. "So uhm, did you? I mean, did Konoha give you my letter?"

"He did. Kou, you are the absolute fucking cutest." His smile grew almost 10 times wider. He looked and felt nothing but pure euphoria at that response. You could hear his signature "Hey Hey Hey" outside with how happy he felt. He all but peppered little kisses all over your face.

"Bokuto-san we have to finish practice." Akaashi called out and Bokuto nodded and promised that he'd take you out on a real date as soon as he was able to.

"I swear I'll make you as happy as you made me."

[hufflautia]

in the soft silence of her love

Warning: biphobia 

Summary: Slytherin supports Hufflepuff after a break-up. 

“And then,” Hufflepuff continues angrily, “he said I would probably cheat on him with a girl!” 

Slytherin’s forehead creases while Hufflepuff paces around the dormitory.  

“He sounds like the type of guy who would ask for a threesome after you tell him you’re bi,” she replies. 

“Right?!” Hufflepuff plops onto the bed, her arms splayed over the duvet as she stares at the ceiling with blazing eyes. “Honestly, fuck him.” 

“Fuck him,” Slytherin agrees, laying beside her. 

“I’m glad I told him I’m bisexual,” she huffs. “Otherwise, I’d still be in a disgusting relationship with that rat without knowing how much of a dick he is.” 

I always suspected he was an ass, Slytherin thinks. But how was I supposed to tell my best friend I hated her boyfriend? 

Hufflepuff’s demeanor shifts into something undeniably desolate, and she closes her eyes. Slytherin sees a stray tear slip from her eye and past her ear. 

“Hufflepuff?” 

She turns her head to see Slytherin staring with furrowed brows. She doesn’t respond, not even when her eyes become clouded with tears. 

Slytherin pushes herself upright and says her name again but in a more gentle tone. 

That’s when she wordlessly sits up and holds her arms out, to which Slytherin scoots forward to embrace her. 

Her face wrought with emotion, Hufflepuff sobs into the crook of her neck. Slytherin doesn’t ask what’s wrong. Hufflepuff will talk when she’s ready.  

After several minutes, her breathing gradually evens out, and all that can be heard is her occasional sniffles. She draws in a deep breath and exhales shakily.

“He said I should’ve told him in the beginning. He said I tricked him. And it, it hurt,” her voice cracks, “to hear that. To hear him say all those things to m—me.” 

Slytherin hugs her tighter. “I know,” she murmurs, rubbing her back in a methodical manner. “I know.” 

Hufflepuff feels herself shake and tremble from the effort of muffling her own cries. It doesn’t take long for her to let it all out. Snot begins to leak from her nose as tears streak down her face, but she doesn’t bother wiping them off. It hurts. Everything just hurts. 

But with Slytherin by her side, it hurts a little bit less. 

- 

It’s been two weeks since the breakup. They’re studying for their Potions exam in the Slytherin common room, where it's quiet and peaceful. Slytherin is too focused on her work to notice that Hufflepuff hasn’t written a single word down in the past ten minutes. 

“It was you, wasn’t it?” 

Slytherin regards Hufflepuff with a puzzled expression. 

“What?” 

“You were the one who jinxed you-know-who last week.” 

Slytherin snorts and says, “If you’re talking about Voldemort, then no, I did not jinx that no-nose egg. But I would if I could.” 

Hufflepuff shoots her a pointed look. 

“Okay, okay,” she relents. “Yes, I turned your ex into a rat. But only because he deserved it!”  

Hufflepuff wants to be mad, she really does. After all, Slytherin has gotten detention plenty of times because of her—well, for her, really. But she cracks a smile. It was pretty funny to see him walk through the corridors with the tail still intact; Madam Pomfrey can do many things, but even her healing magic has limits. 

“You didn’t have to do that for me,” Hufflepuff says.  

Slytherin arches an eyebrow. 

“Who said I did it for you,” she asks. “Maybe I wanted to see him scurry around for my own amusement.” 

A wide grin stretches across Hufflepuff’s face. She doesn’t bother pressing her best friend about it. She knows the truth. 

They go back to their work, and before Slytherin can truly return her focus to the assignment, Hufflepuff speaks. 

“Thank you.” 

[I normally don’t put songs in one-shots, but I’m watching sapphic tiktoks while revising this fic, and I came across this song and it’s so beautiful that I simply have to include it because the vibes are immaculate and it flows well with the story. The song is 25 seconds long, but it loops for 3 minutes. You’ll be able to finish the story before it loops. No need to rush. Here is the link.]  

Slytherin meets her eyes and grins.  

“Of course,” she says. “You deserve the world.” 

Hufflepuff offers a soft smile. 

“Hopefully we’ll see it together.” 

And then she goes back to her work, but Slytherin doesn’t look away. Not yet. Not when she’s gazing upon the girl whom she has silently loved for years.  

Yea, Slytherin thinks. Maybe we will. 

~

Inspired by this post I found on Instagram (originally from Tumblr, funnily enough):  

Unrelated, but that gif is of a character played Phoebe Tonkin, my mermaid QUEEN. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed. Check out my masterlist, and lemme know what you thought of this one-shot! I love reading your comments <3 Thanks for reading! 

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[kareofbears]

persona 5 strikers thoughts and feelings

This is going to be a long post. Like, the type of post you’d only really have time to read when you’re trying to sleep but you’re not ready to be unconscious yet so you’re just looking for something to do to spend your time with minimal effort. 

So in 2018, a masterpiece was born into the world: Into the Spider-verse was released and it was amazing—it’s honestly the best spiderman movie we have without a doubt, and it’ll be very far into the future before Spider-verse is beaten as the best spiderman movie. Them’s the facts. Then in 2019, Spider-man: Far From Home was dropped. It’s a great movie! Great characters, great continuation of who these characters are and works fantastic as a continuation of a story. It’s really hard trying to take the torch of a previous movie (or in Marvel’s case, juggling twenty something movies) and come up with a new movie that both works on its own, as well as being the next step in this series of films. Thus, with that idea in mind, I think it’s kind of unfair to judge into the spiderverse and far from home, because these are two movies with two completely different objectives in mind. 

Okay, so this is still a persona 5 strikers post, I promise, but the idea is the same: Persona 5 could basically do whatever it wanted—new story, new characters, new everything, and it’s just plain old awesome. However, Persona 5 strikers did not have that sort of freedom. It was bound to the original game, and it had its own rules and stuff it had to keep intact, characters they had to work with, and on top of that, it had to justify its existence as a sequel (lets pretend money doesnt exist lmfao). 

SO, the big question is: did it do that? Did it justify its existence? 

And my answer: holy fuck did it ever do that

I came into this game knowing the extreme bare minimum. I knew there was someone named Sophia, and i knew there was roadtrip, and i knew there were Personas. That’s my knowledge of it before i played it on the Switch.  I should also clarify like, early on, that i was not expecting anything from this game. At all. I was the world’s biggest cynic of this game—if you scroll down my p5s tag far enough, youll just see me complaining about a game that hasn’t even come out yet. I was fully expecting to have this be a Waifu show, and any male character that isn’t Akira to just be shoved aside like some kind of nerd in a high school hallway, and i have never been more pleased to be wrong. In fact, i actually owe it an apology, because of how fucking rude i was for no reason!!! Because this game deserves everything to be honest. 

Persona 5 strikers is, frankly, insane. Insane in the sense that it got to pull shit off that just would never have existed in the original game, because the original game is scared. It had to be as impressive as possible and garner as much attention as possible. Strikers does not have that problem—every single person who bought that game does not need to be convinced that persona 5 is a good game. They already played it. That means Atlus can just fuck around and have a good time, and man did they have a good time. There’s still scenes that still shock me if i think about it too hard, because i’m used to atlus having to follow this sort of rule set when it comes to persona 5 (or any of the main games im assuming, but i havent played them.) And on top of that, there’s still shit that’s Atlus Trademarked Branded in a good way. The style of story of story telling, and revealing the mystery that is so integral to what p5 is, is still there. 

So, to make this even a little bit comprehensible, i will make a list! 

First of all, What is this game?

In short, this game is an OVA of an anime. It’s bonus side content that has one thing in mind: to showcase these lovable characters more by putting them in fun situations. That’s it, and it is just phenomenal. That was the main point of, i’d say, like forty hours of the game. It’s just fun times with fun characters. 

But to get deeper of what i think is happening, or what they were thinking during the development, is that this is a second opportunity. Persona 5 (as we all know) had a lot of problems, and we were not quiet about those problems. We yelled it all out, made posts, made complaints on every social media platform ever. And Atlus heard all of them, and Strikers is a way to mitigate those mistakes. Aside from being a fun OVA, Strikers also works to be a deeper exploration of these characters—more specifically, the characters that did not receive much in the original game. Creating this sequel is having the ability to redo what they felt (or to be more specific, we felt) in the original game while adding new ones. I will get to that in a second.  

The format of the game 

Absolutely brilliant to throw them on a road trip. P5V already forced us to experience Shibuya for 200+ hours, and im so glad that they didn’t do that again. Going from town to town, making us experience these new places alongside our favorite characters is so good, and it just makes sense. It’s fun, it’s lighthearted, and it’s actually shockingly good. But one thing i do want to talk about early on is the way the story unfolds and the villains that they use, and what they do with it because it’s very interesting. 

So as we explore japan and stuff, we encounter jails, and with those jails comes an antagonist. This antagonist works to be a parallel to one of our characters. That character will find it in their hearts to feel bad for the antagonist, because the antagonist could have been them had the original game not happen. At first I thought all of the thieves were gonna get an antagonist, and i was really hyped for the ryuji one. And then came to hour forty of the game where i realized “yeah that’s not gonna happen. There’s just not enough time.” And i was right, and the game ended. But i am not salty at all, honestly, because the people who got a direct antagonist were: Ann, Yusuke, and Haru. (we wont count zen and sophie). 

Is there a trend??? Yes. these are all characters in the original game that have received the worst treatment by atlus. The three of them are basically cast aside the minute they finished their original arc, and its horrible! BUT that’s why this is the path that atlus chose for them—to give them more depth, and screentime, and a way to show their inner self. That isn’t to say that the ones who aren’t those three (makoto, futaba, mona, akira, ryuji) didn’t get anything. Futaba still has her thing at the end with ichinose, and she was very prevalent and animated during the rest of the game. Mona and Akira have to be a focal points, that’s just the nature of the game. The other two though, I will talk about in depth in a second.  

Makoto

Y’all i poke fun at shumako fans sometimes cause its kind of easy and fun, but i honestly love makoto. In my very first playthrough of p5 (my first ever jrpg game, first persona game, i had no idea what i was doing), i had only maxed out two characters: ryuji and makoto. And i know she had a lot of screentime and love in the original game which is great, but i truly felt like she was dissed in this game. Her only roles were

A driver

Someone to tell them “we don’t have a choice. Let’s keep going and see where this takes us.” (seriously, if you replay this game, you will see how much she does this)

Idk, i just wish she had more to do, especially compared to how much love they gave the other characters. 

But let’s talk about some of the new characters! 

Zenkichi

Damn you atlus. Damn you and your insistence at bringing in cop characters. I was fully on board with hating zenkichi, i was fucking ready for it. I was convinced that there was nothing they could do convince to like zenkichi. I was immune to their copaganda. 

And then i ended up loving him, which makes me sad a little bit. I didn’t realize how desperate i was to have an adult who has a persona. Someone who wants the world to change just as much as they do, while still having that aspect of them that makes them adult. Like??? As someone who is technically an adult, its a breath of fresh air. An adult. Who fights. For justice. Using a persona. And god i love akane so much, and her obsession with the thieves (that scene is probably in my top ten fave scenes of the game). Also what i loved about zenkichi is that he fucking hates the cops!! He hates the system of the cops!! And thats why i actually really started to love him!! Because i thought it was atlus saying that the systematic problem of the police cannot be solved by one person, and zenkichi threw away his badge. I actually cried at that part!! 

But then he became a cop again, and i was just :/ but as a character, i really love him to bits and would love to do a study on him, or at least use him as an outside pov. But! i absolutely love his persona, since im a les miserables fan hehe

Sophia 

she’s probably my favorite new aspect of the game. I was ready to not like her—again, i just suck like that, lmfao—and when i saw her, i was scared that she was just another waifu. I mean, she was very cute after all. But then as the game went on, i thought she was a little too cute. And even further into the game, i finally slapped myself in the face and realized oh my god shes not a waifu. Shes a sister. 

That blew my mind, im ngl to you. A female character that isn’t supposed to be romanced? By jove, what a miracle! 

And she…is an amazing character. Im sorry, i just love her so much. I love her so much that she  probably ranks as my fifth or sixth favorite character which is surprising even to me. Everything about her is delightful and invigorating. She’s funny??? Her comedic timing is amazing, and she has such chemistry with the rest of the team. She’s actually useful to the plot, and while her character design is a little too on the nose for me in terms of cuteness (i mean, good god she’s wearing oversized sweater to show how cute and tiny she is, and her hair has literal hearts in it), she is absolutely lovable. 

But what i actually really wanna gush about for a second is sophia at the last stage of the game. You get the idea, i dont really like to get excited over things, so at this point i figured that there was nothing this game could do to shock me. 

And then sophia had a persona awakening. 

Like. holy fuck did i yell. I didnt realize what was happening until the music had already kicked in. and its just so fucking smart!!! Sophia??? The ai?? With no heart?? gOT A PERSONA???? AWAKENING??? BECAUSE SHE LEARNED WHAT THE HEART IS AND THE PASSION THAT YOU NEED IN ORDER TO GET A PERSONA??? I started crying honestly, because it was just so smart. And looking back on it now, its obvious!! Of course it would lead to this, it only made sense that the culmination of her character arc leads to her getting a persona, nothing else would have been as good. Also, her voice actor is just amazing?? When she was talking to ichinose at the end, i actually got incredibly emotional because of the line reads. Its just so spot on and it really captures the essence of sophia.

Muah. five stars Atlus. You got me. 

Ryuji <3!!!!

Oh man. Oh boy. Okay. so where do i start. 

Yall know i love him. Hes probably my favorite fictional male character of all time, and he is the one i was the absolute most cynical about in this game. I was expecting literally nothing. Nothing. Like. nothing. I thought he was just gonna keep being used as a joke, or a gag, and he’s gonna be super horny all the time for the other girls and it was gonna make me mad and there was gonna be some insane homophobic/queerphobic jokes in every other scene and i know i was being unfair, but i cant help it. 

And then i played the first two hours of the game, and i cried the entire time. Because ryuji has never been better than he is in this game. Its crazy. 

The ryuji in persona 5 strikers is who ryuji should have been/how he should have been treated this entire time. From the actual funny jokes (for example, the gold bar joke + his reaction to it in the beginning of the game), defending his female friends instead of being the one people need to defend from (natsume arc), and the fact that he was the one to be there with morgana and akira in the very beginning of the game. Its such a small thing that they didnt even need to do, but it was such an integral part of the original game for me, that i just was convinced that nothing like this was going to happen. But then it happened. Its just small stuff like that that could have been overlooked but it wasn’t because this game? Persona 5 strikers? Fucking loves ryuji. 

The actual respect they gave this boy is insane and i wasn't ready for it. Like, they gave the shujin trio lunch, they gave the little charm of the katana when they were in natsume’s jail, and, in my opinion this is the second-best thing that they could have given ryuji is sophia. Ryuji and sophia are the pinnacle of a brother & sister bonding relationship in the game that isn’t akira & futaba. And its really prevalent too?? Small stuff from the beginning of the game (pulling her out of a jail, calling her shorty), but then you have the iconic “shut the fuck up” scene, and that scene was so well characterized and written and voice acted, that somehow him saying “fuck” was the least exciting part of that scene to me. Ryuji is an older brother to her, like its undoubtable, and its only further cemented at the end of the game where Ryuji helps out ichinose because he knows how much sophia cares about her. This game. Love ryuji. And i love. This game. 

You know what else i love? Akiryu. 

Guys. i was fully prepared to starve in terms of akiryu. But theres just. So much of it. I wont get too deep into it, because i think this aspect of the game for me still needs marinate a little bit. Like, what was that last shot when EMMA died and Ryuji walked to approach Akira so they could relish in their victory together?? And the smile from both of them??? What the fuck. That was amazing. Also Joker being saved by Ryuji when he was about to fall from the cliff to save sophia??? WHAT. The LEADER AND HIS RIGHT HAND MAN? WHAT. anyway. If theres anything i want to keep for myself in my own brain, its the akiryu aspect of this game, so i wont talk too much about that part of things (instead, itll probably manifest in fic lmfaooo). 

Sure, there’s tidbits of stuff i dont like that they gave ryuji: sexualizing ann in that one cut scene and making him touch the jails even though it hurts, and i recognize those and frown at them, but for the most part, i am blown away with how they treated him.

Basically, Ryuji has never been better. From the opening of the game with him being the first text message and the one to sling his arm around akira, to the very last cut scene where it was ryuji wordlessly leaving because he’s so confident that they would never be separated for long, this game adores Ryuji and i am so so happy to say that.

The Royal aspect of things

Yeah, i had to talk about this, but itll be a short thing i just wanted to point out. Because the last part of this game...is persona 5 royal. Which is curious. Like taking reality and giving that power to someone else so you dont have to experience suffering anymore? And even like, the final section just looked a lot like the top half of maruki’s palace?? And whats even crazier is that we had a boss fight with sophia, just like how we had a boss fight with sumire? Royal and Strikers have like, the same thesis statement. It’s kind of uncanny.It’s interesting, it’s like atlus came up with these two ideas, and then just decided they liked both of them so much that they just did it twice. I don’t mind though—actually, in terms of how the last Palace/Jails go, i probably like them both about equally. 

Though i did love the final battle in this one more than i did in royal. Splitting into teams?? Thats cool as fuck, and really innovative and i didnt see it coming. It also kicked my ass. A lot. 

Now for the last stretch: the small stuff!

The music — bomb as fuck. In my heart, Daredevil is ranked the same as Rivers. Axe to grind is also amazing, but Daredevil owns me

Akechi — i really debated whether or not to talk about him, but i figured a bullet point should be enough. Im really shocked that he wasnt in this at all. Like not even a name drop. If this is an OVA, and the point of the game is to please the fans, and akechi is arguably the fan favorite character, i was really ready for something. But there was nothing, except for the pancake hallway if that even counts as a reference. Thats it. Thats all i wanted to say about him.

The humour — FUCKING HILARIOUS im convinced that in my fifty hour playtime, five of that is dedicated to me laughing and unable to continue the game 

Akira — so much personality! His lines of dialogue are crazy sometimes (like. Whats up with him saying Ryuji has ‘nice abs’ when they were in bath? Im crazy and even i dont know what the fuck that could mean) 

Battle system — oh my god i almost forgot to talk about this. I love it! I kind of miss the turn based aspect just because i found it very comforting for some reason, but this hack and slash style of gameplay is so invigorating because i do feel like it justifies shit like the baton pass and huge attacks.  This battle system fully encompases how the Phantom Thieves are supposed to fight, you know what i mean?

Anyway, thats my thoughts on strikers. Loved it. Amazing. 9.3/10, wouldve been higher but Konoe’s Jail almost bored me to death. Also im a monster and i didnt do any requests that isn’t a fun one, teehee. As if i play persona 5 for the persona aspect of things.

[alouispo]

Same as the first chapter, read the trigger warnings there. :D 

Im a bit rust with my writing so sorry if its not that good

Still, don't say I didn't warn you. 

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When Tommy Innit wakes up in the bed and in a house, he knew that he fucked up. What had he been thinking? He shouldn't have left. He should not even thought about leaving. 

Panic starts to build up inside of his chest as he sits up and holds himself. He had no idea where he was, Which meant that dream could track him down. 'Actually,' he thought. 'He might be in Dream's base right now.' Dream was going to be pissed. He disobeyed his friend, and now he was going to suffer the consequences. Tears start to well in his eyes at the thought of punishment and his breath quickens. What will he do? He can't leave again. If he does he'll definitely be killed. 

He starts crying, deciding that he was going to try to leave again.  He couldn't stay and face the wrath of his only friend. Forgetting about his injured foot, Tommy falls off the bed with a loud thud. This only makes his sensitive state worse, causing him start breathing a lot faster to the point of hyperventilation. He shakes and tries to stand up again, stumbling back towards the wall as he hears footsteps coming up the ladder. His vision went blank as he pressed himself into the corner of the room, gripping at his chest wondering why he couldn't breathe. He stared at his knees and held his head with the other hand, trying and failing to hold back a choke to sob as who he assumed was Dream stood in front of him. 

You were never allowed to cry in front of dream. If you did, you'd get punished.

Techno thought he had heard the sobbing before he heard the thud. He didn't mind when he heard a crying a bit, but he did mind when he heard the thud of something hitting the floor and then loud sobbing. Worry filling his chest, Technoblade walked up the ladder slowly, hoping not to disturb Tommy too much. By the time he had gone up the ladder and fully stepped on to the fourth floor of his bass, The former vice president was sitting in the corner, hugging himself with his face hidden as he had a panic attack. 

Not exactly sure what to do in these types of situations, the emperors kneeled in front of Tommy and put his hand on his shoulders. He didn't pushed the thought of how worrying the sight of  Tommy flinching when the pig put his hands on his shoulders to the back of his mind and spoke softly. 

"Tommy," he said in a low voice. "Tommy I need you to calm down, alright? Everything is okay, you're safe," Techno rubbed the younger ones shoulder and coo'd, just like he would hear Philza do so when Wilbur would have one of these. His actions seemed to help the child calm down a bit. Starting slowly, Technoblade asked the teenager to copy him breathing. With a bit of exaggeration, the emperor started breathing slowly, counting to ten in his head. Surely enough, Tommy followed suit with a bit of encouragement, helping him to calm down a bit more. 

After repeating this for nearly thirty minutes, Blade had managed to help Tommy calm down to the point where all you could hear were small whimpers and sobs. The pig hugged the fugitive as gentle as he could, still rubbing his shoulders and back for reassurance that he was going to be alright. During this period he had some time to think about what just happened.

Tommy woke up, started crying, fell off the bed, himself into the corner of the room, proceeded to have a severe panic attack, and is now crying in his arms while hugging him weakly. This was unnatural. No matter how many times Tommy had been beaten down, Techno didn't think that anyone had seen Tommy Innit cry. He feels the only exception to that rule would be Tubbo, but then still he wasn't sure. Innit also barely gave out hugs or admitted that he wanted one - unless there was Philza or Tubbo - for he was too prideful. Tommy also had never had a panic attack before, and that was something he knew for sure. The kid didn't seem like he was the type of person to even know what those were. 

The self-proclaimed anarchist knew that something was wrong. That something had happened between the last time he saw the Gremlin child and now. While he held Innit in his arms, he examined his body, something that he couldn't do last night. 

Tommy's clothes were tattered and worn for wear; they were covered in missing patches, dirt blotches, scrapes, faded out color, and ripped hems. The only two things that seemed to be still intact, where the hat that he held on his head - which seemed to be suspiciously hiding something- and neckerchief that he wore. The bandages that were around his forearms and his right shin were also very worrying to Technoblade. He noticed that Innit was wearing a pair of fingerless gloves with pads on the palms, something that he rememebered a certain dead man liked to wear. Another worrisome thing that his attentive eyes noticed were the amount of bruises and cuts all over the former's body.

The thought of what happened to the child still loomed over his head as he put the younger back into the bed and under the covers. Tell me was on the verge of falling asleep again, but it didn't seem like he would. Hoping for the best anyways, Technoblade  looked at Tommy with a softened face and said quietly, "Do you want to eat something?" 

He was surprised that Tommy nodded, mainly because the child looked dead inside and outside.

Techno wasn't sure if he should let Tommy sit at a table or something to eat but Tommy insisted that he would be fine very timidly. Shakily, Innit sat up under the covers to receive his plate, which he held close to himself very possessively. Techno sat at the front of the bed, holding his own plate while watching Tommy closely. The way Tommy tried to eat was very… odd, as he tried his best to put it lightly.

It seems like he had forgotten how to eat. Tommy would stare at his plate and pick at his food with the fork before dropping the fork and making a pitiful attempt to pick it back up. When you finally did manage to pick up the fork, he would stare at his food again before trying to take a bite. Then he would flinch like he realized he was doing something wrong and put his food down.

As he put the plate down he didn't make any contact with his older brother. He hadn't said a word since he had insisted that he would be okay to eat. "Is something wrong?" The emperor asked, pushing down his own plate to his lap. Tommy seemed to flinch at the question, but didn't respond as he hugged himself. "I'm not hungry," he said quietly, barely loud enough for Techno to hear. 

"Why not? You seemed pretty eager to  eat a few minutes ago," Techno commented with a bit of a louder tone. When Tommy didn't answer, the pig put his plate down and put his hand on Tommy's lap. "Innit, I need you to answer me alright?" He said with a gentle tone. From the teenager's reaction to that, Technoblade assumed that Tommy assumed the question was going to be bad.  

"Tommy," a flinch. "What were you doing in the snow without anything on you? Nonetheless with a bunch of monsters all around while you were by yourself in the middle of the night?" He got straight to the point, wanting an answer. Tell me wasn't the type of person to go wandering off on his own, even less of the type of person to go without any of his stuff.

"I was running away," Tommy answered quietly again, starting to become nervous as he fidgeted. 

"What were you running away from?" Techno questioned, cocking his head to the side slightly.

"I was running from… exile," Techno could sense that that wasn't the complete truth, but he didn't push any further on that.

"Why did you start running away from exile until now? Did something happen?" Tommy tensed at the question, obviously debating on whether or not to tell Techno. 

"P-please… don't be mad, okay? He's my friend and he cares about me," Innit sounded shaky as he spoke, almost sounding like he was begging. Like he's done it before.

"Who's your friend? Why would I be mad?" 

"D-Dream…" Technoblade can sense some confliction in the younger voice. 

"What about him?" 

"I disobeyed what Dream said,  he- he got mad at me for hiding something from him, and he destroyed everything," Tommy spoke with caution, which only added to the nervousness that Technoblade was feeling. "So I built this… I- I ran away, because I was sad."

Abruptly, Tommy stood up, or at least attempted to before saying, "but I- I- I need to go now, s-so I should leave." As he said this, Tommy stopped right before the ladder. 

"I can't go back," He heard the child mumble.

"What was I thinking? I can't go back now. He knows by now  that I'm gone. Oh, Dreams's going to be furious with me. He's going to kill me for good this time," The fear and Tommy's voice continued to unnerve Techno, making him wonder further what happened to Innit.  

"T-Technob-blade?" Tommy asked timidly. "C-Can I please stay here?" 

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: the forest is your only escape from the everyday troubles with your family until you find danger lurking behind the trees. or rather, danger finds you. your fateful encounter with the vampire ravn leaves you wishing for a different life. you strike an unexpected deal with the stranger that will soon turn into something more…

pairing: vampire!ravn x reader

genre: vampire!au, ANGST, romance, horror

warnings: awkward period mentions, kinkshaming, trespassing, kidnapping, hints of possessiveness, the usual werewolf wants a mate business, manipulation, gaslighting, cleithrophobia, rip y/n

word count: 2.5k

author’s note: im...genuinely so sorry

part one 🌙 part two 🌙 part three 🌙 part four 🌙 part five 🌙 part six 🌙 part seven 🌙 part eight 🌙 part nine 🌙 part eleven 🌙 part twelve 🌙 epilogue

It was a full moon and coincidentally, your moon days had recently arrived. Which usually didn’t bother you that much. But ever since you had started living with Ravn, ever since you had become his girlfriend, your red visitors were not welcome at all. For two very important reasons. One, he refused to touch you like that, because he didn’t want to harm you accidentally. Two, he refused to drink from you, because, yet again, he was putting your safety first. But of course, you couldn’t ignore his needs. You could tell that he was starving.

“Ravn…you should probably go hunting,” you suggested. You had noticed how he flinched every time you got close to him and he didn’t even kiss you, because he was afraid he’d lose all self-control. He looked so damn hungry and devastated that it was breaking your heart. You wanted to take care of him the way he was looking after you, but you knew he would never allow that. So, you proposed the one thing you could think of.

“And leave you here alone? Not a chance,” Ravn shook his head, though you could see how difficult it was for him to restrain his primal urges to feed.

“I could come with you,” you murmured.

“And watch me feed from something else? Not happening,” he scoffed.

You rolled your eyes.

“Come on, it can’t be that different from watching you feed from me,” you pointed out, thinking you were so smart.

“Oh, please,” Ravn laughed. “You rarely watch. You just close your eyes and enjoy it like the depraved little girl you are.”

“Don’t mock me!” you scolded him.

“I’m not,” he smiled sweetly and despite his hunger, Ravn caressed your cheek. “I would never.”

“You should seriously go hunt,” you advised him. “I’ll be waiting for your return.”

“Really? You won’t disappear?”

“I would never,” you whispered softly, mimicking his words.

“Just promise me you’ll stay here. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

You gulped nervously, remembering the recent realization you’d had about your childhood friend turning out to be the very same werewolf who’d followed you a while ago.

“Everything will be okay, Ravn.”

He nodded, trying to reassure both you and himself.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he promised.

“Be careful out there, yeah?” you felt inclined to say.

Ravn gave you a quick kiss and hurried towards the door.

You looked outside and noticed the full moon emerging from behind a cloud. You remembered reading stories about werewolves being stronger, more dangerous during a full moon. You desperately hoped Ravn wouldn’t run into Leedo during his hunt. He had seen particularly anxious to leave you alone. And you wondered if there was any truth to that myth. Or was he worried for another reason? Whatever the case, something bothered you and you couldn’t fall asleep despite the late hour. As you were tossing and turning, you heard a strange sound coming from the corridor. You pulled the blankets closer to your chin and held the fabric tightly. Had Ravn returned so soon? You thought hunting would take him longer. You wondered if you should get out of bed to greet him. If it was him at all. No, what was happening to you? Such foolish thoughts would only needlessly scare you and you would have nightmares. You got up from bed anyways and walked slowly into the corridor.

“Ravn?” you asked the darkness. But the darkness didn’t reply. “Is that you?”

Your voice quivered helplessly at that last part. Who else could it be? No one knew the exact location of Ravn’s castle. Sure, it was pretty close to the forest but it was hidden away by strong spells that made it extremely difficult to find by mortals. It had taken you some time to get used to it. You could now find your way back home easily. But to a stranger, it would be almost impossible. Almost.

Suddenly, you heard the strange noise again. This time it was coming closer. But you could see nothing. Nobody.

“Hello?” you inquired pointlessly. But no reply came. Just the same old darkness. And then, as quickly as you had gotten out of bed, you noticed two very familiar glowing yellow eyes staring right back at you. No. This couldn’t be happening. It was just a bad dream. You would wake up soon. No. The eyes were now closer, brighter, angrier. And you could only do so much as take a hesitant step back when the werewolf jumped at you.

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You opened your eyes to an unfamiliar setting. A cold, damp floor under your legs. And darkness all around. The only thing you could discern was those cursed yellow eyes. You needed a moment to process. You were not dead. You were still breathing. Which meant that the werewolf…Leedo (you had to remind yourself) had not intended to harm you. Then, what did he want? And how had you ended up here? You realized that you had probably passed out from the sudden shock. You touched your arms, your legs and your face, as if to check you were still intact. Everything was, in fact, in order. Leedo had not harmed you physically. He’d just taken you to an unfamiliar place against your will. If that was the case, you could figure something out, come to an agreement of sorts.

“What do you want from me?” you asked directly. But of course, the werewolf couldn’t respond to you. Not in his animal form, at least. So, he simply growled in what could only be defined as a vaguely threatening but not murderous manner. You didn’t know much about wolves but you had to guess his intentions from the fact that you were not dead (yet). What could you do? Other than wait for the full moon to be over and for the werewolf to return to his human form. To Leedo. Your friend. God, how had you ended up in such a predicament? Your boyfriend was a vampire and your childhood best friend was a werewolf. You would have passed out again if you hadn’t previously had some time to deal with this information. You were too terrified to sleep. You had just gotten kidnapped. So, you just intended to wait for the morning to arrive and save you from the unknown.

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Ravn’s POV

She had been right. I had been too freaking hungry to think straight. I was glad I went hunting. I should have done so earlier instead of risking hurting her accidentally. It would have been fatal. I cared for her more deeply than any other being I’d met during my immortal existence. If anything happened to her, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. So, when I returned to my home and didn’t find her peacefully sleeping in her bed, I started panicking rightaway. I checked the library, thinking she was probably there, reading something like the cute little book-lover she was. But no such luck. Then, I tried the kitchen, thinking she was just having a midnight snack. When I couldn’t find her in any of the rooms she would usually go to, I realized something must have gone terribly wrong. She wouldn’t go outside on her own. Not on a full moon. She had promised me. I returned to the first place I’d come looking for her – the bedroom. Then, back to the corridor...I sniffed the air and to my surprise, I caught an unfamiliar scent. A werewolf. No, it wasn’t possible. She would never invite him here, friends or not. Which could only mean one thing. He had taken her. Away from me. And he would pay for it.

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I followed her scent, mixed with the werewolf’s, out of the castle. It was gradually becoming fainter. I couldn’t find her exact location and it was driving me insane. I needed to know where she was, whether she was safe. She wouldn’t do this to me, right? She wouldn’t leave without a word. Not after everything we’d been through. I had to trust her. I kept going after their trails down the road and near the river. But the minute my feet touched the cold water, the scent disappeared. Sneaky bastard. The werewolf had probably pushed them forward through the river on purpose so that I’d lose their track. I could go no further because I knew not where to go.

It suddenly hit me. Even though Seoho wanted to stay away from me for the time being, because he was fearful that Y/N would betray our secrets to the humans, he was the only one I could turn to. He was my best friend and I needed his help. He would know what to do. He could probably make a tracking spell. I’d give him an object of hers and he’d snap his magical fingers and we’d find them, right? That was the only way. I sighed and hurried out of the forest and towards the town where Seoho resided, a couple of miles from here. I could only pray that I would be fast enough. That I would get his help and that we’d manage to get to her before it was too late. If that damn werewolf hurt her…I would kill him and then, myself for letting it happen. Fuck. I shouldn’t have been so selfish. Leaving her alone to go hunting during a full moon. What was I thinking? She must have been so scared…My poor, brave girl. I would find her, I vowed to myself. No matter the consequences.

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Reader’s POV

In the morning, you opened your eyes. Despite your terror, you had managed to get some sleep. Above you, you could faintly see a glimmer of light coming from a very strange hole on the roof of…whatever this was. But all around you, there were metal bars. And no key. Once the moon was no longer visible, you witnessed the impossible. Well, by now you were fairly convinced that the impossible was very much part of your reality. However, it was one thing suspecting that the werewolf who’d followed you was your best friend, Leedo. And it was another seeing his transformation for yourself. It was terrifying to look at and you couldn’t imagine how he felt actually experiencing it. You mentally scolded yourself. You weren’t supposed to pity him. He had kidnapped you. Taken you away from your boyfriend, from your home. Friend or not, Leedo no longer deserved your sympathy, you had to remind yourself. He was different from the kid you remembered and you had to make peace with that one way or another.

“Y/N, did I hurt you?” were Leedo’s first words once he had regained his human form.

Oh, great. He was concerned. How was that supposed to make you dislike him?

“Why am I here, Leedo?” you groaned, exasperated.

“You’re not surprised? That I am…well, you saw what I am.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I suspected it, to be honest,” you announced smugly. “Will you respond to my question?”

Leedo ran a hand through his sweaty hair.

“You’ll think I’m crazy.”

“Try me,” you challenged him bravely.

“Listen…it wasn’t supposed to happen like that. But during the full moon, I have a hard time controlling my urges and…you’re already here so, I might as well…”

You blinked at him in confusion.

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“I think you’re my mate.”

“Duh, we’ve been friends since kids,” you replied.

“No, that’s not what I meant…To werewolves, having a mate is different than having a friend. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Don’t underestimate my intelligence, Leedo,” you scoffed.

“Okay, then,” he laughed. “It means you’re my soulmate. That the moon destined us to be together. That…I want, no, I need to make you mine.”

Oh, God. He’d really lost his mind, huh?

“First of all, I don’t believe in destiny,” you snapped at him. “We choose who to be with. Second of all, do you really think kidnapping me is the right way to make me…I can’t even say it,” you hissed angrily. “I don’t belong to anyone but myself.”

Leedo nodded sadly.

“I know it’s a lot to process…”

“No, it’s not. You’re just delusional.”

“Listen…I don’t know what that boyfriend of yours brainwashed you but whatever lies he’s been feeding you, forget about it.”

Oh, you wished you could laugh at the irony, but it was impossible, because you couldn’t risk exposing your boyfriend’s secret. Leedo had it all wrong. Instead of lies, you had been feeding Ravn something else.

“You don’t even know him,” you said through clenched teeth.

“I know enough,” Leedo replied. “I could smell death all over that castle of his. He’s a vampire, isn’t he?”

You stood, completely wide-eyed and speechless. How had he figured it out so quickly? The same way Ravn had known Leedo was a werewolf, perhaps. Maybe supernatural creatures had a special way of spotting or sensing other beings, that was the only explanation. In any case, you could neither confirm it, nor deny it. If you lied, Leedo would see right through you, you were such a terrible liar. If you said the truth, you would be betraying your boyfriend’s secret. So, you just remained silent.

“I knew it,” Leedo continued. “Did he drink from you? Did you know that vampires’ fangs have a venom that’s capable of controlling humans? Whatever he made you do, it’s not real. He took away your free will, Y/N. And you accuse me of kidnapping you,” he shook his head as if it was funny.

You had not, in fact, known that. It wasn’t in any of the books you’d read on vampires. And Ravn had never mentioned it. Could you really believe Leedo? Whatever he said, you didn’t care. Ravn had never treated you with anything other than respect and utmost care. He wasn’t the villain in your story. He had never made you do anything against your will. And you loved him.

“He did no such thing!” you shouted passionately, completely forgetting about the fact Ravn’s secret was now exposed and transfixed by the idea to defend his virtue. “I stayed with him out of my own free will, because my parents were assholes who loved money more than they ever loved me!”

“You don’t have to stay with him anymore,” Leedo said. “You can stay with me.”

“In this cold, damp place in the middle of nowhere?” you spat out sarcastically. “I’d rather die!”

“Don’t say that,” Leedo grabbed your arms and you tried to push him away but he was too strong. “I can make you happy.”

You began shaking.

“Don’t you see you’re scaring me?” you whimpered. You were trapped. You were so far away from home and you couldn’t escape. You wanted out. You felt as if you were suffocating. “Please, Leedo, you have to let me go. If you ever cared for me, you’ll let me go…”

“I can’t,” he let go of your arms but took a step back, as if to remind you of the situation you were in. You were suddenly very aware of the metal bars surrounding you like a cage. You were the bird and your wings had been clipped.

“I will never love you the way you want me to,” you vowed, tears of frustration and fear falling down your cheeks.

“Give it time,” Leedo smirked. “You’ll change your mind.”

“I won’t.”

To be continued…

[haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles]

HAIKYUU IS BACK AND SO HERE I AM 

listen folks, season 4 has come. my crops are flourishing, my skin is clear, i’ve been revived. i cried and watched the opening 4 times, i’ve watched the episodes 3x now. Kuroo has always owned me and bITCH he still does. 

as usual, i have no shame, so have this professor Kuroo x  grad student reader that turned surprisingly angsty (my heart is so full with s4 that idk how it ended that way). i dont even care how cliche this is, im so weak for stuff like this. also i have no idea if this field is even a thing but i dont care 

warnings: suggestive nsfw, angst 

will there be a part 2? who knows 😉 (spoiler, there is...and three and four)

as usual, 💖 J

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You weren’t exactly sure what you were expecting what your faculty member that you’d be working with for your graduate career to be like, but it had been more along the lines of: crotchety old man, white hair, still sporting tweed suit jackets from the seventies. It definitely never crossed your mind that a young man, probably around your age, you’d guess a bit older since he was already a faculty member, would greet you on your first day.

You also weren’t expecting him to be fucking drop dead gorgeous—and you mean ovary melting, cliché totally swooning material. Never in your life have you felt so nervous around a person before. It really wasn’t fair in the slightest. And on top of it all, he was amiable. The two of you got along swimmingly, half in part to how close you are in age and the other half since you’re both mad about biotechnology.

You tried. You really did. Tried not to develop a crush on him. But the more you got to know him, the more days spent together, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper because it wasn’t just about looks anymore. You liked him. A lot too. You can’t even explain why. You learned rather quickly he’s no lady killer like he’s looks suggested—oh no. He’s the biggest dork you’ve ever met.  And now you’re head over heels with no hope of going back. It was a rather futile attempt to resist it.

Sitting at your desk, you rub your hands over your face trying to get those thoughts out of your head. Or at least shove them to the far depths of your brain so you can continue to act like everything is fine and not like your heart is going to overwork itself anytime he’s anywhere near you. And god—was that getting increasingly difficult. With your first year ending and presenting your research at the National Biotech Conference coming up, the two of you have been spending more and more late nights in the lab together. Alone.

You might as well dig your grave now.

Just a few nights ago the night ended early because he set off the fire alarm making a hot pocket. The two of you too enamored with the project to notice the microwave on the verge of combusting. Why the hell he put it in there for five minutes was beyond you, but he tried to explain that he was planning on taking it out before the timer ran out. The memory of it makes the corner of your mouth quirk upward.

“You bored out of your mind already?” A voice teases from behind you, making you to jolt in your seat.

Speak of the devil.

You turn in your chair to find none other than the root of your problems: Dr. Kuroo. Jesus fuck you can barely look straight at him without feeling some sort of nerves ball up in your stomach.

Giving him a weak smile, you say, “Those all-nighters are really getting the best of me.”

His eyes soften and christ—you need medical help to deal with the way your heart is stuttering in your chest. By the end of this conversation you’re going to need a defibrillator with the way he smiles at you sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “Riiiight. About those….” He avoids your gaze and you already know what’s coming.

“Another one tonight?”

He sighs. “Yeah. Sorry about that. We’re just really down to the wire now. I want to make sure everything is set.”

You wave him off, there’s nothing to apologize for. You knew what you were getting into here. And you know it’s only his second conference as a distinguished member of the community, so he has a standard to uphold.

A startled gasp escapes you when his voice appears right next to your goddamn ear, his warm breath against your skin practically sending you into a frenzy. “You working on the statistics?” The nod you give him is almost imperceptible, afraid any movements from you are going to give away how his proximity is making you feel. His eyes scan your screen before patting you on the shoulder. “Looks good so far, send it to me when you’re done.”

You let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding when he moves away.

How the fuck are you going to survive the next year?

Hell—how are you going to survive a week-long convention with him?

As he heads back to his own desk, Kuroo glances warily around the office to make note of any suspicious onlookers. It’s been harder and harder to keep that professional line with you, and every public conversation you shared he was highly aware to not slip into his easy mannerisms he found himself indulging in during all those late nights. Because fuck him—he liked you. Why did he of all the options get assigned the one graduate student who is his age and is fucking gorgeous on top of your academic prowess?

He never stood a chance.

He is barreling straight towards an academic violation at full speed and his brakes are broken. That’s how bad it is.

But goddamn he can keep it in his pants for the sake of his job and your career.

That sentiment went to shit that night.

You’re late, which almost never happens. He can count on one hand the times you’ve been late. And you always texted him with your ETA and an explanation but tonight…silence. He knows you haven’t left, he saw you a little over an hour ago speaking to Dr. Yu, and a quick trip to your desk confirms it; all your stuff is still here.

He’s lucky to catch Dr. Yu on his way out, asking if he knows of your whereabouts. “You haven’t seen her?” His brows lift. “Must’ve gotten caught up in the library. Said she was going to stop by there before your meeting.”

Kuroo does an excellent job of hiding his confusion. Meeting? Is that what you’ve been disguising your all-nighters with him as to your colleagues?

That means you feel there’s a reason to keep it a secret.

Or is he reading too far into it?

Nonetheless, he strides towards the library, irked to find most of the lights off and it utterly silent inside. He checks the table area first, then peruses the shelf, peeking down each to see if you’re actually in here. It’s likely you already left and are now waiting for him in the lab in the time since he’s begun looking for you.

He finds you in one of the farthest corners of the library and it isn’t until he approaches you does he realize the situation he’s just put the two of you in.

Alone.

In the dark library.

You’re sat deep into an armchair, legs curled up underneath you, head resting on your hand while you flip through the pages of a book sitting in your lap. You look so picturesque he can’t help but stare for a few seconds before clearing his throat to alert you to his presence.

He scares the absolute shit out of you.

Leaping out of the chair, the book clattering to the floor, you shout, “Holy fu—Dr. Kuroo! You can’t just do that!” Then you blink, like your brain is catching up to you, then you frantically check your watch and outwardly groan. “I knew I should have set an alarm. Sorry, just lost track of time back here.” Smirking softly, he takes a step forward, bending to pick up the book sprawled on the floor. He hands it to you, your fingertips brushing his, a jolt of lightning spearing through you at the contact.

Every sense of yours is filled with his presence, your head clouded with thoughts of what if you just…closed that gap. What would happen if you took just one step forward? Would he let you run your hands over his chest, snaking around his neck to tangle into his dark hair? What would it feel like to press your body against his?

Holy hell—you need to get out of here.

It’s then that you realize you’ve been staring at him.

And that he’s holding your gaze, his golden eyes locked onto yours. The air is so charged you feel like your entire body is buzzing, urging you to indulge in the thoughts swirling in your head. You open your mouth to break the silence, grasping at any sense of logic you have left to end this dangerously tempting situation.

Kuroo’s last strand of self-control splintered the moment he caught you staring at him so intently. The same thoughts weaving through his head as yours, the fantasy he’s had for months now of holding you against him, his lips pressed to yours, is so tantalizingly close he can barely stand it.

So, he comes to decision. Before this opportunity eludes him, he has to act now. He watches as your mouth opens, your better judgement clearly still intact, and before you can get a word out, he leans down to kiss you. His hands finding their way to your waist, tugging you to him, he’s pleasantly delighted to find you sink into him. Your own hands reaching up to curl into his shirt, soft mouth moving against his own, he almost groans at how you’re reacting to him.

He’s intoxicating, the way his fingers are digging into the skin of your waist, how his tongue slips into your mouth, you can barely keep your feet underneath you. What’s even more exhilarating to you is that he initiated this.

He wanted you too.

The thought makes you a bit dizzy.

When he feels your hands travel from his collar to slip your fingers through his hair, this time he can’t help it, a deep pleased sound escaping him, rumbling through your entire body and sending heat straight to your core. Jesus Christ this man his going to be the absolute death of you.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his hands roam from your waist to cup your ass, using the leverage to press you even closer to him, letting you feel just what exactly you’re doing to him. All he can think is that he wants more, he wants you underneath him, chest heaving, moaning his name and no one else’s. With that on his mind, he splays his fingers out underneath your thighs, intending on lifting your legs around him.

The action turns your brain back on, the gears working hard through the haze clouding your mind, realizing where exactly this is going. Your sense of reason finally coming through, screaming: Stop! What the fuck are you doing?! Instinctively, you shove him away from you.

He blinks in surprise as he stumbles back into the bookshelf, thrown off by your sudden rejection.

Your heart crumbles seeing his hurt expression. It’s no use denying it anymore. You want him. So bad that you were this close to throwing all caution to the wind just now. But you can’t, not under the circumstances. He is your colleague. Your superior. What the hell were you thinking?!

Steeling your resolve, you say quietly, “Kuroo…I—That…that shouldn’t have happened.”

You can’t even look at him, too afraid of what will happen if you do.

He knows you’re lying.

He stares at you for a moment, considering all his options. Truly, he’d like to just gather you up in his arms, assuring you everything will be fine, and kissing your worries away until you melt beneath him again. But he knows that’s crossing the line. Instead, he settles on making his feelings clear. He wants you to know where he stands. He doesn’t want you to think what just happened meant nothing to him. But he’s willing to give you space to put your thoughts together.

“I need you to look at me,” he says.

You bite your lip. “I can’t.” Now your throat feels tight with the effort of keeping tears at bay. Why is it like this? Why did you have to meet him in this way? He says your name like a command, so you ball your fists in determination and raise your watery eyes to meet his.

With such surety and resolve it just about makes you burst into tears, he tells you clearly, “I’m so head over heels for you it’s not even funny.”

He’s right, this isn’t funny. It’s anything but. And he’s making it worse by being so goddamn perfect you want to scream. The universe must really be a bitch for putting you through this, making you fall in love with someone who is so off limits. You can feel your heart wilting within your chest as you plead, “I need to leave.”

He lets you go, despite every instinct telling him not to. He spends the night in the lab alone, barely getting anything done through his ever-present thoughts of you. He tries to remain hopeful, that somehow this will all work out. That on Monday you’ll come to work, and everything will be alright.

Monday morning, he finds out you’ve put in a request to join a separate project.

He doesn’t know what to do with the growing hole forming in his chest.

And neither do you.

~

part two part three part four 

[honeyedquiet]

clueless

a small psa: im really bad at titles. 

anyways, this is an imagine i wrote for my friend when she was sad so i figured i’d post it here as well. that being said, it has a name and not y/n because it was for her but feel free to read it however you’d like!

word count: 3.5k

warnings: not much, maybe a curse word here or there? possibly bad plot line, and a few typos

clueless- james potter

When James usually expressed how clueless he was, it was not entirely true. In transfiguration, when Professor McGonnagall went over a bout of hard-to-follow information and he said he had no idea what was happening, he usually had a slight idea, but just didn’t know if the idea was necessarily correct. When Filch, the greasy Hogwarts caretaker who always seemed to be on his and his friends’ asses, asked him who set off dungbombs near the Slytherin common room entrance and James told him of his innocence and cluelessness, he was far from being truthful. When Snivellous angrily asked James earlier that week where he had hidden all of his underwear, James confessed profusely that he did not know where his underwear went-- for the record, he didn’t; he merely stole the underwear while Sirius hid them. But, when he said he didn’t know how to handle the certain predicament that he was in currently, he truly meant it. 

When James first realized he was in love with his best friend, Sirius’, sister, Diana, he tried to simply ignore the feelings. It was easy to do at first; she was a year below them and Sirius wasn’t necessarily keen on spending all of his free time with his younger sister when all of his friends were performing pranks, sneaking out of school, and torturing that poor, greasy Snivellous. James, at first, feared that this method of bottling and stuffing his emotions deep, deep down into the pit of his stomach would not work, but it seemed luck was on James’ side for once in his life. Diana obtained the opportunity to travel abroad, to Beaubaxtions, which was in France-- which was far, far away from James-- and prayed to the Gods that all hope of keeping his friendship intact with Sirius was not lost. Of course he was saddened and upset by the news-- he even cried about it when he heard, although he would never admit it to anyone no matter how many times Remus brought up him crying alone in the boys bathroom one night in attempts to talk about it-- but he knew it would most likely be for the best. Sirius never took kindly to those who fancied Diana; he was rather protective and would threaten the people that Diana showed romantic interest in-- without her knowledge, that is. So, he knew that Sirius would most definitely not take kindly to his best mate taking up a fancy for his younger sister. 

The time that Diana spent away allowed a period of time for James to attempt to “heal”. He tried to forget just how much Diana’s smile light up even the darkest of rooms, how her laugh was so contagious he didn’t believe it was possible for anyone to remain frowning if she was laughing, how her voice was commanding and soft at the same time, how her eyes lit up when she was talking about something she was passionate in, how gorgeous she looked that one day where he, Remus, Sirius, and Peter went down to a lake near Sirius’ house and Diana tagged along-- she was wearing a gorgeous blue bathing suit that complemented her glowing skin perfectly-- In other words, he just tried to forget her. He knew it would be best for him, being as Sirius wouldn’t have a reason to kill him, and for their friendship, since friends technically don’t attempt to kill other friends. 

He tried, he so desperately tried to look for someone else to pour his fancies into and occupy his late night thoughts, but he couldn’t find anyone that matched Diana. 

Although he was having trouble finding a “replacement” for Diana, his technique of bottling and storing his emotions had worked fairly well; they only came out in longing thoughts as he lay awake in the Gryffindor common room, staring at the dormitory ceiling. 

All of his progress, if you could call it that, vanished the moment she came back. It was the summer leading into his and Sirius’ seventh year, Diana’s six and she was coming back, finally, from France to return to Hogwarts. 

Sirius, Remus, James, and Peter all were on the blank spot of grass in the Potter residence’s gardens, their brooms scattered about the neatly trimmed, flowering bushes. James was laying on his back beneath an old oak tree, his black hair plastered slightly to his forehead with sweat, a slightly frustrated look on his face, his chest moving up and down with remnants of heavy breathing beneath a black tee shirt, and, in his hand, resided a golden snitch that wriggled to get free of it’s captor’s palm. Sirius was hovering a few feet above the ground, his broom beneath him, with a quaffle in his arms and a stupid smirk on his lips. Like James, he was also breathing heavily. Remus was above James in the oak tree, serenely lounging along a sturdy enough branch. A book was in his hands and his eyes moved rather quickly across the pages and his eyebrows were furrowed in slight curiosity and confusion. Peter leaned his back against the tree, his plump red face adorned with sweat and an eager smile. He looked between Sirius, Remus, and James excitedly, awaiting Remus’ verdict on what caused Sirius’ confident smirk and James’ frustrated composure. 

Remus sighed and closed the quidditch rule book, shaking his head before speaking. “Sorry mate,” Remus started, a light hint of his own smirk as he regarded the confident Sirius. “James was completely in bounds. There’s nothing in the rule book that says he can’t distract you.” He finished. 

Sirius huffed in his usual “this is stupid, everyone here knows i’m right.” way as he descended to the ground beside James. “Don’t think that because you beat me you’re a better player than me,” Sirius pouted, of course just playing-- everyone knew James was the best player out of all of them and had beaten them all multiple times in two versus two to prove it. “I think you just pulled a blinder,” He huffed. 

James rolled his eyes, a smirk just breaking through his feigned frustrated composure before he shook his head. “Not a blinder, just skill-- Which none of you, but my good ol’ chum Remus here, seem to have.” He gloated, letting the snitch free and fly a few feet in front of him before he sat up, caught it, and laid back down against the grass. 

“Oi! I’ll have you bloody know that your mum was saying different last night when-” Sirius was cut off by the door opening to the garden and his life flashed before his eyes; he didn’t dare to turn around, fearing Mrs. Potter had heard him. 

However, it was not Mrs. Potter. The appearance of Mrs. Potter in the doorway wouldn’t have made James’ heart stop mid-beat with his mouth slightly agape. The appearance of Mrs. Potter in the doorway would not have made his hands clammy and resting knees weak as his mind began to race. And Mrs. Potter most certainly wouldn’t have caused such destruction on the glass jar that resided deep within him that housed the longing, perhaps dangerous, thoughts of Sirius’ sister. The appearance of Diana, however, most certainly would. 

And it did. 

It was like everything and nothing changed about her at the same time. She was still the same girl he knew since the end of first year and the same girl that he had seen off with Sirius on a train to France exactly a year ago-- but she was still different. The way she carried herself was more confident and airy, however even in the split second he saw her, he could recognize her ability to knock into anything within a mile radius. She seemed more refined and collected. Elegant and angelic. Ethereal. Thoughts raced his mind, going a mile a second as he tried to contain the cracking jar within his mind. 

He felt like he was on auto-pilot mode as he greeted her, an appropriately wide smile on his lips, however he knew he jumped up too quickly and hugged her just a little too tightly. He asked her questions a little too excitedly, looked at her a little too long. 

That night, he debated on writing his will. 

He had it bad; he knew he did. Remus now knew he did as well, being as he forced it out of him just a day after Diana arrived and with every day longer that she was with them, the more the jar broke. He tried his best to play it cool around her, to simply act how a brother’s best friend should act. He tried, he truly did. He also truly felt guilty when he failed. 

The more days that passed, the harder it got for James to act in a way that wouldn’t tip Sirius off to even a hint of James fancying Diana. Part of him hoped to be as far away from Daina as possible, so he would not make a stupid mistake of getting caught admiring her, while another part of him wished to be alone with Diana: to kiss her plump lips, to hold her cheeks in his hand, to moved his skilled fingers across the buttons of her shirt while he held her against-- 

“James! Did you not hear anything that I just said?” Sirius grumbled as he stood from the couch they were currently sitting on. 

“Sorry, not really. I think I’m getting a bit of a headache.” 

Remus made a face and James sent him a harsh glare. He didn’t need Remus fucking this up. 

“I said that I’m going to go to Diagon Ally with Remus and leave you with the she-devil until we come back with her new stupid jersey,” Sirius huffed and Diana laughed from her spot on the couch. 

Just hours prior, Sirius and Remus lost a game of Wizards Chess to Diana and were then obligated to get her new quidditch jerseys as a winning prize. 

“Make sure she doesn’t tear up the place so mum isn’t mad at me. We all know how dogs can get,” Sirius’ laughter was broken by Diana getting up with an exclamation of distaste at Sirius calling her a dog. 

James wished he would have taken a portrait of how scared Sirius looked at his sister before pulling Remus into the fire pit and using the floo powder to escape her wrath. 

Now, the thoughtless side of James had gotten it’s wish. He and Diana were alone, only separated by a coffee table between them. 

Over the next few hours, things were going fine. He had busted out some of his Firewhiskey to “add a little fun into the mix,” but it was mostly to calm his nerves. He didn’t know what he was to do. Should he ignore her or go to his room? Or should he do exactly what the thoughtless, careless side of him wanted him to do and indulge in his fantasies that he stayed up many nights forming. 

The firewhiskey seemed to make that decision on its own once they both had a few drinks. They weren’t drunk or impaired, so to say, merely tipsy and very, very close now. James just realized how close they were exactly. 

Diana was rambling about something to do with Beauxbatons, he didn’t exactly know what being as all of his focus was split into two things: her lips, and resisting the urge to place his lips on hers. Something else caught his focus and the three way split was too much for his jaded brain to handle so he lost grip on his control. As a consequence, his hands came up and cupped her cheeks, placing his lips on hers. 

He had felt extremely guilty about kissing Diana that night, although not because she didn’t like it, he knew she liked it very much, but because he betrayed Sirius. Though the guilt subsided more and more with each time that found a spot to indulge in each other. They took a chance of any privacy they could get: midnight rendezvous, sweet early morning kisses, “quidditch lessons”, anything being as Sirius staying with James now left little moments of privacy to them where they had not feared of the tall, black-haired boy that they both adored to dearly walking in on them. 

Now, being at Hogwarts, things regarding moments alone with Diana were easier and more difficult at the same time. It was easier to sneak away from Sirius under the guise of extra lessons, hanging out with another friend, extra studying, but yet it was harder because he also had to make sure he had the Marauder's map with him. They were officially dating now, and had been for a few months, but had chosen to keep it secret until they could find the right time to notify Sirius that his best friend was now dating his sister. 

The predicament in question was brought along by a rush of passion, and carelessness. Diana had been teasing James all day relentlessly, sending him notes of what exactly she would like for him to do to her in the midst of class, mumbling in his ear in Potions as he tried to follow the directions that were scrawled on the board, putting her hand on his thigh during lunch, sitting on his lap in the deserted library during their shared break. All of this led to James ending the day with a large and very uncomfortable hard-on, which seemed to impair his judgement. He had rushed off after quidditch practice to go find the very girl that caused his problem, but had failed to check if he had the map. 

James was able to sneak Diana into the common room and to the boys dormitory, being as girls can enter the boys yet not vice versa, and was pushing her against the wall in an instant. Lips, teeth, and tongues were all gnashing together passionately and needingly as he fumbled his way to the bed, Diana locked in his arms. He was on top of her the moment she hit the soft padding of the mattress, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on her shirt while hers were doing the same to his shirt. It was not long until they both were naked except for Diana’s panties and James’ boxers. James kissed down Daina’s body, admiring it and savoring it with each kiss before he reached the hem of her underwear. Without a second thought, his hand moved beneath it and tugged it down her legs, throwing it to the side of the bed before kissing up the insides of her thighs, nearing the crux where he knew she wanted him to be so desperately. His fingers worked small circles against her clit as he nipped teasingly against the soft skin of her thighs. His mouth slowly drew nearer to her slit and he slowly- 

The door opened quickly and James almost threw himself back, nearly tumbling off the bed, and scrambled to grab hold of the blanket to cover Diana up. He straightened his glasses that had fallen in the scramble to see who was in front of him and his heart dropped. 

Sirius. An angry, heaving Sirius, mind you. 

This is exactly the predicament in question that he had no idea how to handle. ‘How do you explain to your best mate that you’re in love with his sister after he found you buried between her legs? Well, i’ll definitely find out tonight,’ he thought. 

Sirius was angry, his eyes not looking at Diana as she didn’t dare to move from James’ bed, but they were rather fixed on James. Sirius drew nearer to James and he expected the punch before Sirius even drew back his fist. Just because he expected it, however, does not mean that it didn’t necessarily hurt which damn, it did. James stumbled back, holding his jaw, although he didn’t fight back. He knew he deserved it. He only fought back when Sirius took his wand out and James disarmed him, knowing that the last thing either of them wanted was McGonagall coming up, seeing them hurling spells at each other, James half naked, while Diana Black, a Hufflepuff, lay in James’ bed, completely naked. It would be too many detentions than what it was worth. 

It took awhile for Sirius to calm down enough to stop squirming against the body-binding spell that Remus had to put on him. By this time, Diana was dressed and sitting on the edge of James’ bed, her fingers fumbling together anxiously as James rambled off apologies. Remus released Sirius from the spell but kept his wand away from him and a hand on his shoulder. 

“What the bloody hell, James! You’re my best mate! You shouldn’t be shagging my sister,” Sirius yelled and James felt the same pit of guilt in his stomach as he had that first night him and Diana kissed. 

“Look mate, i’m sorry, I am but-” 

“There’s a but to this? You think I'm going to let you keep shagging my sister?” Sirius yelled in disgust. 

“No! Well-” 

“You have a lot of fucking nerve, Potter. Seriously, my sister!” Sirius outraged. 

“It’s not nerve, I’m trying to explain-” 

“I’m not asking you to explain, i’m asking you to stop shagging my sister and-” 

“I’m not Shagging your sister, it’s-” 

“What do you call being-” Sirius almost couldn’t get the words out over a gag, “literally buried between my sister’s legs?” 

“I’m not saying that I wasn’t shagging her but-” 

“So you were shagging her, this is ridiculous, i-” 

This time, it wasn’t James retorting to continue the bickering, it was Diana finally speaking. 

“For the love of Merlin, just stop! Sirius, I love you, but you can’t act like I'm yours to keep safe and take charge of. James and I weren’t just shagging,” She started and James felt nauseous. Diana took a gulp, looking at her brother’s angry face. “We aren’t just fucking. We’re dating.” She finished and the room fell silent. Even Remus was shocked. 

“You two are dating?” Sirius asked, now completely breathless by the news. 

James so greatly wanted to turn away and say no, to turn back the last hour or so and just take care of his boner himself instead of greedily and carelessly meeting with Diana unplanned. “Yes,” James finally spoke and he thought Sirius was going to pass out at once. We have been for a few months. We just didn’t want to tell you because,” He motioned to his now bruising cheek, “ We knew that you wouldn’t necessarily take it the best.” He reasoned, trying to rid his voice of anything that would cause Sirius to throw a fit again. “I’m sorry you walked in on us, it was careless on my part. But I promise I’m not just fucking her. I wouldn’t disrespect you nor her like that,” He said truthfully and Sirius, although still red in the face, was now listening. “It’s not just a short fling either,” James looked from Sirius to Diana and back to Sirius. He gulped slightly, knowing that the only way that he could make Sirius truly believe that he wasn’t just using his sister was to tell him something that he hadn’t even told Diana yet, although he knew it before the relationship. 

“I love her.” He finally said and he saw Sirius deflate for a moment before sitting back up. He stayed quiet for a while and so did everyone else in the room. “You love my sister.” Sirius finally said, as if confirming it and James nodded, his eyes trained on Sirius. He didn’t want to see whether Diana was disgusted or accepting of his feelings. “I do, I really do. You know I won’t hurt her,” Those seemed to be the right words to say, being as Sirius gave a soft nod. 

“Alright,” Sirius mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “I guess I can’t do anything about it, either then right?” He asked, as if he was hoping for one of them to say that there was a phrase he could say to undo the feelings that they both clearly had for each other. 

“No, nothing,” Diana spoke up and James finally looked at her. Relief welled in his chest when he saw the bright grin on Diana’s face, telling him that she returned his feelings. 

It was a long while and after an equally long talk that Sirius finally stood, not fully accepting of the relationship but he wasn’t mad at either of them. They had talked things through, mended the slight crack in the resilient friendship between James and Sirius, and repaired the slight crack in the wall left from Sirius pushing James into it before James finally walked Diana out of the common room and back in front of the Hufflepuff entrance. 

He was about to bid her an exhausted goodnight before he was caught off guard by Diana’s kiss to his lips.  

“I love you too,” 

[ayliffe]

the shittiest magnus archives fic ever ( @the-venereal-bede )

TRANSCRIPT (lou’s dialogue has been left intact because i feel like the grammar illustrates their character very well)

ARCHIVIST Statement of Lou Higginbotham, regarding... excuse me. [DEEP SIGH] You want to talk about your... strap, correct?

LOU Do... you even know what a strap is?

ARCHIVIST Unfortunately, yes-- 

LOU Well, it just looks like you're going gray, and it feels like im tellin this to my dad--

ARCHIVIST --Perhaps I should be thankful for that -- in this situation, I suppose --

LOU --Oh I didn’t say that. Should I just---

ARCHIVIST Without -- well, in a professional tone -- can you just summarise what exactly is the problem here.

LOU Well, alright. Um, it all started about four months ago, I guess, when I was living in the US still, in D.C. Like, I was really into the anarcho-craigslist listing, dyknow what I mean? I know it’s not that popular over here, but, hashtag shrug,

ARCHIVIST [sighs]

LOU Anyway there was this guy who was like if you bring me dogs I’ll take a photo with them and I thought that was funny, so I was gonna take my neighbors dog off her porch, because she never pays attention to it anyway and it’s a nice dog, like it’s one of those shiba inu dogs, and I went to go out. And I opened up the door, and there was this guy there. [LOU sucks their teeth] Like, I opened the door, and there was this pair of long, long legs that seemed to go on forever, all the way up to his hips. And above that were a pair of long, long hands that also seemed to go all the way up to his hips. And one of the hands was making a circle gesture and the other hand was poking in and out of that circle.Like, he was my dream guy, so I figured this was, in fact, a dream.

[SOUNDS OF ARCHIVIST SHIFTING UNCOMFORTABLY IN HIS SEAT]

LOU (cont) He had long long hair and a roundish face, and well, I’m not rude, so I say, would you like to come in? And he has kind of a weird voice, but this is a dream, so anyway he says, yes please. So, in he comes, and suddenly my bed is a lot larger than usual. Like, I have a twin bed, but like, now, it’s like, vast. And I wish I had one of those eighteenth-century, you know those bed step things? To get into it, but, we’re in it, and... well, things get going and, normally, and it’s important that I tell you this, but a lot of the times I use a strap to top.

[ARCHIVIST cringes audibly]

LOU Like, it’s just safer, STD-wise. But, a dream is a dream, you know, and he had a really fat pussy. Well, pussies. Two, in fact. Maybe more. I wasn’t keeping count at that point. So I think, ok, so I don’t got a double-holster, y’know? So I’ll just roll with it and mash the ol’ meat cannon out the side of my regular strap. But anyway we get locked and loaded and we get at it, and you know what it’s some of the best sex I’ve had in a long time. In fact, like, have you ever heard someone say, “I wanna get lost in that ass?”

[Awkward silence]

LOU [with awe] Well, that's kind of what it was like. I was just all of a sudden overcum, I mean, overcome, by the expansive sublimity of this pussy. So, like, we had a good time and next thing you know he’s vanished. And like i understand that, not too much shame in not wanting to hang around after if you’re an apparition of the unwaking world, right? But then i look down at my strap and my strap is, i dont know how to say this, My strap is knotted like a fucking pretzel and then i take off my strap and.... my dick.... is also knotted like a… pretzel…. We’re talkin some real Gordian knot shit up in here, you know? And well, yknow, what're you gonna do, my insurance ain’t gonna cover that; I got Cigna, motherfucker. But it doesn’t hurt, so I figure, ok I’ll just use one of my other fourteen dildos next time I get the urge. Anyway, uh... Actually, d’you mind if I run to the bathroom for a sec?

ARCHIVIST No... please, go right ahead.

[LOU exits, door closes]

[ARCHIVIST sighs]

[door opens with alarming speed. TIM enters, with mirth.]

TIM Having fun?

ARCHIVIST [with passion] No. [back to ?normal?] I take it you’ve been eavesdropping?

TIM No, actually. After running into them at reception, I don’t really need to.

ARCHIVIST I see.

TIM Hey, it’s not my fault if work and pleasure mix themselves. Anyway, I was just here to drop off some statements from Elias-- 

[ELIAS opens door]

ELIAS Tim, if you’re not going to take all the statements I want you to deliver, I’ll just carry them myself.

TIM Right, I’ll leave this to the professionals, then.

[DOOR]

ELIAS [gives THE ARCHIVIST a once-over] Difficult statement?

ARCHIVIST You could say that.

ELIAS I think you’re being rather judgemental.

ARCHIVIST What? Elias, sometimes I wonder if we even screen these people

ELIAS I screened this one myself. Jon, you’ve seen enough statements of people fucked up by various forces that I’d think you wouldn’t take a judgemental attitude towards those who take a more active role in the pursuit.

ARCHIVIST What?

[LOU re-enters]

LOU What the fuuuuuuuk [GIVING ELIAS THE ONCE-OVER]

ELIAS Just a slight disagreement between colleagues. Please, conti-

ARCHIVIST Please don’t.

LOU Anyway where was I, do I need to do any kind of formality to get back into this or.... No…?

ARCHIVIST [sorely aggrieved] Continue.

LOU … OK! Anyway, my train of thought at this point is, well, I can’t afford a hospital visit, and my work, well, I’m a programmer, and work was getting really intense around then, and like, on top of that, my granddad just died and we all have to grieve somehow, right? And we all have an appetite, you know. But the scary thing is, the uncanny thing is, the next time I top somebody, the strap is upside down from where I had it at first. Like, I finish, and the balls are on top. And then, and then the second time, like, it’s twisted. Like the head is right side up but the balls are on top. And the weird thing is, the sex keeps getting better and better, but like, after two or three more goes, well, my second strap comes out..... in a knot again.

[awkward pause]

And i dont know about you but knotting isnt really my thing

[awkward pause]

Anyway this keeps going on, and y’know, i have a lot of dildos, so, like, I just keep procrastinating dealing with this, but eventually I’m like, running out of strap. But y’know, whatever, I can just, like amazon prime a new one for twenty bucks, but I am also kind of pissed, because I had some really nice ones and they’re getting ruined. [bitter pause] I’m pretty sure that one got knotted like that when I was just, like having a sex dream. And it wasn’t even about anyone hot! It was about Michael Cera! But anyway this all comes to a head, no pun intended-- 

[THE ARCHIVIST groans involuntarily] 

LOU  -- a few months ago when i go out to the gas station for a grindr hookup with this one guy. Now I don’t normally use grindr either, but I’d had a few by then that night, and I was feeling pretty desperate. And, you know, loss of a loved one and all that. [introspective pause] Actually, you know--looking back, I think the guy’s profile picture was just a picture of Michael Cera. Wait. Do you….. Know who Michael Cera is?

ARCHIVIST [offended] Yes I know who Michael Cera is.

LOU If you say so, dude!

ARCHIVIST [regret] I’m sorry-- in a-- petrol station?

LOU Well, in the bathroom of this gas station. Cause there’s like, a glory hole there you know? And I didn’t, [SUDDENLY ALMOST ABASHED] I didn’t want to risk that this dude was actually going to look like Michael Cera.

[LOU opens and shuts their mouth, thinking better of asking THE ARCHIVIST if he knows what a glory hole is.]

LOU [cont] This, this is where it gets really [DROPPING TO A WHISPER] disturbing. Because when I was there that morning, there was only one glory hole, and when I went there that evening, for this Michael Cera--tryst--there. There were two. But I just figured at the time that someone had cut a second gloryholy in the stall. [URGENTLY] But why would you need two glory holes in the same stall! [BITTER] I wish to God I’d thought to ask that then.

ARCHIVIST [pointed silence]

LOU [deep in retrospective reverie] I put my dick into the mouth of a god. [IMPASSIONED] Yea, even unto the third and fourth orgasm. And--and somewhere between the fourth and the fifth, I looked down and I saw under the stall partition, I saw hands that were at least-- I mean, they were-- [AWED] I actually…. I actually…… saw glory……….. Anyway, well. And if I hadn’t known who it was by then--well, I woke up about three days ago, and, well, I have a third leg now. And by third leg, I mean--

ARCHIVIST [frantically] STATEMENT ENDS-- [fumbling, fails to turn off recorder] --Uh, you can head out that way, through the--

LOU Entrance?

ARCHIVIST Door.

LOU [distantly, speaking away from mic]: OK, thanks, bye!

[sounds of exit]

[door creaking slightly]

TIM [is having a great time] What were they, the Sheriff of Knottingham?

ARCHIVIST What-- I don’t-- is this thing still on? [SLAPS RECORDER OFF]

(HUGH Are we gonna do the postscript?

FORD Um… sure.

HUGH I can always get rid of it, so. Okay, go go go.)

POSTSCRIPT

LOU Yo. Elias (EEL-ee-ass), right?

ELIAS [it’s funny because he’s a Victorian shitty old bitch] What ho!

LOU This ho, right on old chap, wanna go chap some lips

ELIAS I would like nothing more.

[SOUNDS OF PASTA BEING STIRRED] 

TIM [narrating] It’s funny because-- 

SASHA We’re getting sued over this aren’t we

THE BEHOLDING GOD. DAMN IT.

[TAPE TURNS ITSELF OFF]

[bobowhooo]

Potent savages

Genre : Drama/ Angst/ Smut/Trigger warningsss/ Exo, oc, and blackpink gang au!

Summary : Not everyone is cut out for this kind of fast-paced lifestyle, but for these young, rich savages, it’s second nature.

Chapter 17 : The land of sweetness and danger

  Give me reasons we should be complete...

“Heyyyy, biiitch!” Lisa said before throwing her arm over my shoulder and hanging onto me. “I thought you weren’t going to come.” Her breath smelled like all the alcohol she consumed while I wasn’t here and her eyes looked a bit dazed. Even though she’s obviously wasted her perfect ponytail is still intact and so is her makeup. I must say im impressed. 

I smiled at her while lifting her head up by her chin. “Of course I came. You know I can’t miss out on a good party.” I said. A few hours ago kai and chanyeol invited me and the girls to this new club they invested in downtown. I, being completely not in the mood, turned down the offer, but the girls went in hopes I would meet up with them later. I only decided to come because the silence in the house was eating me alive. Everyone was busy tonight so I was alone in that big mansion. I couldn’t do it. That’s how I ended up here, all dolled up and ready to party. I guess...

“Well, you look fucking delicious! I could just eat you up!” Lisa yelled into my ear as she pulled open my unzipped black leather jacket to get a better look at my tight silk black dress. 

“Says the goddess herself!” I yelled back while smiling. 

“Ahhhh! You made it! Isn’t this place just to die for!” Jennie said with her arm locked onto chanyeol’s as the big man just looked around. I nodded my head slowly at them, seeing right through their little friends with benefits act. “Come on, let’s go to the VIP area! It’s too crowded here!” Jennie grabbed my hand to lead the way and lisa stayed attached to me, following my every footstep. The luxurious club was lit up with neon blue lights that began to soften as we made our way to the desired area. Unlike other clubs we used to hang out at, this place didn’t make their VIP area obscure at all. I'm guessing this is a tactic to make people want to hang out here more. The more they see it the more want it, type of thing. I'm already not a fan. I always hated being stared at by strangers but it seems so much more unbearable these days. I groaned before taking a seat on the surprisingly soft white leather couch. 

I spotted kai with jisoo, and rose deep in the crowd of people on the dance floor probably admiring each other's lean bodies and perfect jawlines as I sipped a shot jennie poured me a minute ago. “You’re supposed to down it, aya.” Jennie said with narrow eyes. 

“I know that. I just don’t really want to get shit faced tonight.” i said back. 

“Why not? You haven’t been shitfaced since baekdumbass left you here. Maybe getting drunk is what you need to do to get over it all!” She said, an excited smile plastered on her pretty face.

I put my hand on her shoulder and shook my head. “That makes almost no sense.”

“Almost.” she smirked.

A laugh erupted from my throat as I gripped her shoulder a little harder. “I’ll think about it.” I said to end the discussion. I can’t imagine how getting drunk could possibly help at all. I downed the rest of the alcohol in my shot glass and slammed it onto the table with a smile. Jennie was beating softly on my right arm excitedly with her two hands as she watched me. “Yasss, bitch!” She laughed before pouring me another. My eyes traveled to her hands before catching a glimpse of chanyeol, who was seated right next to the girl. He was just staring me down, well more like my cleavage. I tilted my head and stared right back at him, but even after I did that his gaze never wavered, not at all. He seemed dazed. He finally looked me in the eyes and licked his lips, making me scrunch my eyebrows. Does he want me to rip his balls off his body or something? 

“Here we go!” Jennie said while holding up two shot glasses. “Why is your face all mushed up?” 

“Give me those.” I downed the two drinks with no hesitation, trying to forget what just happened. One minute he’s confessing his feelings, the next he’s staring me down like a fucking five-course meal. I swear I can’t take this shit anymore. I have to have a serious conversation with him tonight before things get out of hand. I can’t give him anything he wants. Like at all. Jennie downed two drinks herself after handing me another one. Or I could just get drunk and talk to him about it later. I smiled at jennie and we clicked our glasses together. 

Fuck it. 

I saw chanyeol staring at me again while I drank the poison in two gulps. It reminds of how baekhyun used to watch every move I made, and how it would excite me beyond belief to know his eyes were on me. It makes me want another drink. I got up to make my way to the bar after telling jennie I would be right back. I slipped through the crowd and to the bar and filled the modern style white bar stool in front of it with my silk-clad ass. A very cute boy looked up at me from behind the bar as he carefully mixed drinks in a little glass. He smiled and I smirked. His face is so sweet and innocent. Almost like baekhyun’s. Ugh, everything reminds me of baekhyun. My eyes rolled on their own when a pout took over my lips. What the hell is wrong with me. 

“Let me guess, you want the strongest drink I can make.” The cute little bartender said after handing out a drink without even looking. 

“You guessed correct, cutie.” I said back.

“I thought so. That adorable pout just screams boy troubles. And everyone knows the cure to that is some good hard alcohol.” He spoke with a little grin that makes me wanna pinch his cheeks. 

“I was not aware of this but thank you, now I know.”

“You’re very welcome. You can call me joong. That’s what my friends call me.”

“Interesting. You can call me aya. That’s what people call me.”

The man handed me my drink and tilted his head cutely. “That your real name, or just a nickname?”

“Both.” I said before sipping on what he had made me. I was surprised to taste a soft sweetness in the drink because of his earlier “hard alcohol” comment. I was really expecting something nasty and bitter. I looked up him with wide eyes and he smiled at me. “This is kind of good.” I said.

“Of course it is, I put effort into it.” He nodded with pursed lips.

“Imma need about ten more of these, my guy.” I said as I gulped down the rest of this one. 

“Coming up!” 

He kept serving me drinks and I continued to chat him up for another twenty minutes or so. I could feel myself getting looser with every passing minute. His smile is intoxicating and his conversation is so stimulating im started to think the drinks aren’t the only thing that’s making me feel this way. 

“So, what made you decide to dye your hair this very pretty silver color?” He asked.

“Well, this was my way of saying that I'm a new person. Now I just like it because it looks good with all the black I'm wearing.” I giggled.

“I can’t disagree with that. It looks really good.” He eyed me up and down as I sat there in front of him. Giggly and flirty.

“Why don’t you come over here, fuck bartending!” I yelled in his face before biting my lip.

“Well, this is my job.” He laughed. 

I narrowed my eyes before reaching over the bar and grabbing his shirt. “Fuck your job. I'm filthy rich, baby boy.”

He cocked one eyebrow before sighing. He grabbed my hand and kissed it just to walk away from the bar with a smile. How daring. I grabbed him up once more to lead him to the VIP area. I saw kai and rose look surprised when I passed them on the dancefloor as jisoo didn’t pay me any attention. I don’t know if it was because of the man I'm dragging around or just because they didn’t know I was here, but either way, they looked very surprised. 

“Everyone meet my new friend! You can call him joong! Isn’t he cute!?” I yelled at everyone in the VIP area. He laughed again while placing his hands on my hips. “Heyyy, joong!” Lisa said while clapping happily and jennie just smiled at him. “I brought him here cause I want to give him lots of money! But I don’t have enough cash! Gimme cash!” I yelled in my drunk voice while trying to put my arm on the bartender’s shoulder. He was too tall though. Joong just laughed and shook his head no. Which I don’t understand. Who doesn’t want free money?

“I don’t want money, aya. I really just wanted to talk to you more.” He said into my ear. I bit my lips to hold back my laughter. His breath tickled. 

“Blah blah, take my damn money!” I said with a giggle before reaching into my bra where I left my cash. I saw him struggle not to look at my cleavage but he lost that fight and ended up looking shamelessly. I smirked when I whipped the money out. 

“Here you go, my good si-” Before I finished my sentence chanyeol put a death grip on my wrist and pulled me towards him. Me, being fairly drunk, lost my balance and crashed right into his chest. 

“Who the fuck are you?” Chanyeol said. 

“That’s joong!” I yelled into chanyeol’s chest.

“I’m joong...”

“Beat it.” Chanyeol said in a very intimidating voice.

“Well-” Joong tried to speak but chanyeol’s deep voice overpowered him.

“I said fucking beat it.” The big man said as I felt him reach for something on his body.

“Chanyeol!” Jennie yelled. I pulled myself from out of chanyeol’s chest and saw him holding a glock to the bartender’s forehead. He looked so terrified and stunned. Has he ever even seen a gun before? My hand landed on top of chanyeol’s, trying to force it downwards. “Just go back to bartending, joong.” 

Without any second words, the man took off like a scared little boy. Like a coward. But what did I expect? Did I want him to stand up to someone with a gun? I have to remember that normal people wouldn’t do that. Any normal person would have gotten scared in that moment. Normal people run. I guess when you’re around people who would do the opposite for so long you’ll start to forget about that. Suho always said not everyone is cut out to hang with us. Not everyone is capable. And of course, he’s right.

“What the hell were you thinking!? I liked him! Why did you have to run him off!?”

“Why the hell do you think!? He was obviously only using you for money! Besides, why would you want to hang out with a bitch ass guy like that? ”

“So what! I have a shit-ton of it! I'm a grown woman and I do what I want! If I want to spoil the shit out of some cute bartender then I will.”

“Oh, so you think he’s cute? What do you think baekhyun would say about that?” Chanyeol reached in his back pocket before pulling out his phone and waving it in my face.

“You piece of shit.” I said before the man smirked at me. I grabbed his phone and threw it harshly onto the ground. “You know what chanyeol, stop being such a jealous prick and worry about your own life!” I pushed him before storming off into the crowd of people. I heard him call my name in the distance which made me even more frustrated.  I walked up to the bar and grabbed the first bottle I saw while throwing down some cash. Before I could walk off a man grabbed my arm, dragging me back towards him. No words were exchanged when I turned around. I threw my fist into the center of his face and yanked my arm out of his hand. Everyone around me stared like I did something terrible but this was really the least harm I could have done to him, in my opinion. 

“What!?” I yelled at the people staring. “Yeah, I punched him! I’m a bitch it’s what I do. If you want to do something about it then stop staring and do something!” I yelled at everyone as I swung around the bottle of alcohol I took. 

“Aya, stop.” Chanyeol said out of nowhere. 

“Fuck.” I forgot I was trying to get away from him. I kicked rocks right when chanyeol reached out for me, trying to tame me. That’s all everyone wants to do to me. Hold me down, and tame me like im a wild animal. I'm not. I’m just like everyone else. I just want some damn respect. That’s all. 

I pushed open the club doors and stumbled out into the warm night air. I walked while trying to open the bottle of whatever the fuck this is, and thank goodness the damn cork was unscrewed already. I took a few swigs as I walked on the sidewalk slowly. This is how it should be. I should be alone. Just for tonight. I need to be alone. 

I tilted my head back so I could take a big gulp of uhhh I think this is vodka. People eyed me intensely from my head to my toes as I passed them. The pretty lights that colored the city intrigued me more than ever, all the different colors sparking a different kind of loneliness in my heart. They’re much like the stars when I think about it. Shining so brightly at night like this. Shining over my lonely presence like this. If only baekhyun was here to make me feel full again. If only he could come and take this emptiness away like he used. I miss him so so so much. Sometimes I wonder if he’s doing okay out there. And I wonder if he’s standing somewhere feeling alone. Just like me. And maybe if I just stand here alone long enough, he’ll come back with arms wide open. Waiting for me to hug him. Just like he used to. But it’s so much easier to be mad than to be hurt. It’s so much easier to say I want to kill you than saying how much I miss you, baekhyun. Please, understand me.

“Aya!” 

I whipped my head to the left to find chanyeol in his black Mercedes. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please forgive me! I can even go get bartender boy if you want! If that will make you happy!” He yelled through the passenger seat window as he kept the car at the pace of my footsteps. 

“no, that’s not what I want.” I said to him, crossing my arms in the process.

“Then, tell me what you want! I’ll do anything! Just, please get in the car.”

“Tonight is the night we finally get revenge.” Minseok said as he looked through the window. 

I smirked at him, loving just how ready to go he is. My stomach has been turning all-day just because I'm scared something will go terribly wrong.  I can’t help but think about how suho must have felt ready for all this to be over at that time too, but look what happened to him. And it goes without saying that im not even half the man suho was. So, what’s going to happen to me? I would hate to think that bitch si yeon is unbeatable but what else am I supposed to think. 

“Baekhyun, I know what you’re thinking,” Minseok said while still looking out of the window. “All those thoughts are just a source of self-doubt.”

“Hyung...”

“Listen to me, baekhyun. You can’t doubt yourself anymore. This moment in this hotel room is where all of that stops. You have to trust that this will work and that you will succeed. If you doubt yourself for even a second right now, you will lose. And we’re not losers are we, baekhyun?”

“No, hyung.”

“Most importantly, when you get this done, you will be the new leader of exo. Which means self-doubt has to be thrown out of the window more than ever.”

“Wait, i thought-”

“I don’t want to be leader, baekhyun, and we both know that suho wanted you to take his place.”

“I know he said that a few times but-”

“Baekhyun, don’t make me repeat myself. I lost my best friend! This is not a game! Snap out of your insecurities and kick yourself into gear!” Minseok yelled loudly as he shook sense into me.

“Yeah, I know hyung, I'm trying.” I said to him.

Minseok pushed his forehead against mine and gripped the back my neck. “Don’t just try, fucking do it. Fucking do it, baekhyun. Trust in yourself, you hear me? I want you to show everybody the fucking hungry beast you have hidden inside you, baekhyun. And eat everything that gets in your way! You got it!?”

“Yeah.” 

“I mean it! Eat everything!”

I’ll do it for suho. I’ll leave a trail of fire just for suho hyung. I swear, no one is safe in this battle to protect everyone and everything I love.

Chanyeol pulled up into the driveway of the exo mansion after a fairly silent car ride from the club. Neither of us moved to get out because the atmosphere of the car didn’t allow it. We just sat there. Feeling all of our feelings, right next to each other. “Aya, you have to give me a break here.” Chanyeol said, daring to break the silence. 

“What do you mean?” I asked while rolling my head over to look at him.

���I don’t think you realize how hard it is to see you every day. It kills me to watch you waltz around without even knowing how crazy you make me.  And it hurts that even now that you know.... there’s nothing that can be done of it.”

“well, what did you expect, chanyeol?”

“I’ll tell you what I didn’t expect. I didn’t expect you to fall mindlessly in love with baekhyun, and I didn’t expect him to do the same. I didn’t expect you to think of me as nothing more than a friend. And I sure as hell didn’t expect baekhyun to leave you here for me to look after, even though he knows how much I love you.”

“Chanyeol-”

“Listen to me, these past few weeks with just me and you, have been so awesome. And the more time I spend with you the more I fall for you. The more I need you. I'm done holding my feelings back for baekhyun. I thought I could do it but I can't anymore. Not anymore.”

“Chanyeol, you already know how I feel. You said it yourself. I'm mindlessly in love with baekhyun. I can’t return your feelings. But I know that jennie reall-”

“Don’t. Please, don’t mention anyone else right now. This is supposed to be about us.” Chanyeol said before grabbing my hand and holding it gently like baekhyun used to. If I didn’t feel sober before, I definitely do now.

“Chanyeol.” I said with all my emotions building up. I feel so fed up with everything that I could cry. Does he have any idea how this feels? What am I supposed to say!? I thought this type of thing would never happen to a girl like me. “You have to understand I am in no position to tell you how to feel. But I have to tell you to stop where you are. This can’t go any further. Your love for me has to end with this night. Please, forget about your feelings for me. I know I sound crazy saying that like it’s easy. But, trust me, you will only get hurt.”

“Don’t you think I know all this!? Stop saying unnecessary things, aya! Just look at me. And I mean look at me. Not like a friend, or someone you don’t know. Look at me like you love me, aya. Just this once.”

“I can’t. You know I can’t.”

Chanyeol pulled my chin in his direction and I got a good look at just how desperate and vulnerable he is. Just like me. I stared into his eyes seeing my own feelings in them somehow, and before I could turn away he caught my lips in a kiss. The warmth of someone who loves me giving me the affection I needed for weeks warmed my heart for a minute before I realized this isn’t the one I love. This isn’t the one I want. This isn't and will never be, byun baekhyun. 

I slapped chanyeol’s hand away from my chin before pushing him away from me. “What the hell did you just do!?” I looked at him as I brush the back of my hand on my lips to get the chanyeol off. 

“Aya, wait-”

I stormed out of the car and slammed the door completely confused and disgusted. What the hell just happened? What the hell did I just do? How come I just let him kiss me like that? That’s not what I wanted to happen. I don’t understand how I got this vulnerable. I just don’t understand. I stumbled into the mansion and threw off my shoes. I could feel my eyes burn but no tears fell as i ran for my room before locking the door and running fingers through my hair. My body pushed up against the door as it slid to the floor in exhaustion.

“Baekhyun, I'm sorry.” I whispered into the dark. “I’m sorry.”

I could feel a slight buzzing in my jacket pocket as my tearless eyes burned. Someone must be calling me. I squinted my eyes to adjust to the phone light after I got it out from its place. Without a second thought, as if I had no worries in the world, I picked up quickly.

“Baekhyun?” I spoke into the phone softly.

“Aya, you picked up.”

“Yeah.”

“I did it, baby. I handled it.”

“You did it!?”

“Yes, beautiful. I took care of it. Everything will be better now. I promise.  I just have one more thing to do and I'm coming back right after I’m done even if I have to fucking run back on my own two feet, I’m coming home.” 

“Baekhyun. Oh, baekhyun, i love you so much.” I said while pressing my hand over my mouth in happiness and shock. Finally letting the tears fall.

“I love you so much more, babydoll.”

AUTHORS NOTE: AND SO IT ENDS.....AND ALSO BEGINS?? I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED CUZ I FR FR I REALLY LIKED WRITING THIS ONE! MAYBE IT WAS CUZ OF THE MUSIC I WAS LISTENING TO and imma take caps off now wtf lmfao

Kisses <33333 lailaaa ~~~~

[flamingjets]

arya and gendry fanfic

His ears were ringing, his head hurt, his legs felt like two useless weights attached to his body and he couldn't move them. What was he saying his entire body hurt and he couldn't for the life of himself remember what the hell happened. 

The last thing he could remember was Arya and him in the forge on the soft piles of hay that they had just made love on for the first time. Arya was sleeping on his chest as he had his arm wrapped around her as he felt her hair on his face and truth me told it was the best feeling in the world. Those three others girls that he had been with, and when Arya asked how many girls he had been with he was down right terrified to tell her yet couldn't keep it away from her, she could ask him anything and he would tell her without question. This woman made his heart race and the blood in his veins burn through his body, he definitely didnt need the forge to keep him warm when she was around. He remembered laying there only to have the horns blow and both of them jarring awake ready to attack whatever was possibly coming at them. Nothing was there but that didnt prevent him from putting his arm out in front of her and his hands balled into fists and to his shock her reaction was the exact same as his until they got their bearings and realized what was truly coming. They quickly dressed and he remembered looking at her to memorize her form and every inch of her just in case it was the last time he saw her. Don’t think like that you bloody idiot was what he was telling himself before she grabbed him by his collar and kissed him hard. “This battle is going to be dangerous, bloody and people are going to die but you you stay alive done die! I dont want to lose you again.” she told him against his lips as he wrapped his arms around her one last time. “As you wish milady. And the same goes for you I didn’t follow you once this time im not going to leave you.” He smiled against her lips. They both gripped each other one last time and both ran out of the room.

He remembered battling in the courtyard against several white walkers and wights as he swung his hammer and pounding their heads in. At one point he had gotten knocked down and was attempting to keep from getting his head sliced off by a wight when the hound showed up and cleaved the wight in half. The hound grabbed him and pulled him up nodded and continued on his way into another fight. He looked up at the top of the walls at one point and saw Arya and Jon Snow fighting back to back against several white walkers and she was using the weapon he had made for her with expertise and it was awesome to watch. It was just a moment but it made him smile as he turned to take out another wight. The last thing he remembered was standing near the forge and fighting off several wights with other then behind him fire ball hit the forge and it exploded sending him flying. That was the last thing he remembered before everything went dark.

The fighting was brutal and blood stained the ground of Winterfell. Arya hear the forge explosion and turned around to see several men get blasted away along with several wights and get caught underneath the rumble. The wights and white walkers were still coming strong and they were starting to lose the momentum in the fight and Arya knew at the moment Winterfell had fallen. She could see the dragons in the ski burning hundreds of wights in one sweep but it wasn't enough. Jon was ordering the retreat of the remaining men and the dragon queen was doing the same and ordering everyone to the ships to escape. She saw people running out of the crypts in terror and she realized that it was the worst place to have the woman and children go it was full of dead bodies! Jon grabbed her from behind screaming at her that they had to go and half carried half dragged her away toward the ships. The last thing she saw of winterfell her home was being burned to the ground by the dragons in order to kill any wights and white walkers in there. Winterfell had fallen and no longer would there be a Stark there unless they were dead. She was devastated.

They were heading to a place Dany had said would be a good place to go and defend and make more dragon glass weapons. Arya walked around the boat checking on the wounded and seeing who was still alive. Sansa gave her a huge hug when she saw her and Arya was relieved to see her alive and Bran was there as well with Jamie, Brienne and tyrion. She didnt see the hound anywhere but Bran said the hound had gotten him back to the ships. Arya found out that Theon didn’t make it, he died protecting Bran. Sansa was crying over his death. Arya made it around the whole ship looking for the one person she prayed was still alive, Gendry, but he wasn't on the ship and she looked several times just in case she missed him but he wasn't there. Was he dead? was his body burning at Winterfell after the dragons burned it to the ground? For no good reason she was angry at him! She told him to stay alive and don’t die and in his way calling her milady he told her he wouldn’t. A promise she knew was impossible to keep but she didn’t care she loves him she admitted to herself right here and now she loves and after their night together and finally letting herself feel agains he can’t just lose him all over again! Tears in her eyes she walked to the railings of the ship willing herself not to cry. What possibly gave her hope was that when she looked out to the water she saw other ships sailing with them and prayed that he was on one of them!

When Gendry regained consciousness again he was staring at the face of the hound. Fantastic just the ugly face he wanted to see the moment he opened his eyes. As he attempted once again to sit up his ribs screamed out in pain in the movement and he grunted as he gripped his chest with his arm. The hound immediately got up and pushed him back down. “Don't hurt yourself anymore than you have to blacksmith we are almost at our destination. And as people keep reminding me we need you in order to make better stronger weapons.” Gendry looked at him and figured the hound hated to be playing babysitter watching him. “Great thanks for your concern but you can go help the others instead of sitting here watching a lowly bastard. And your axe was strong enough since it didn’t break when you were crushing heads.” Gendry eyed the axe as the hound spun it around in his hands. The hound glared at him growled and then departed leaving Gendry in peace as he one again attempted to get up. “Fuck!” Gendry screamed in pain but that didn’t matter he managed to slowly get up and check to see he had all his limbs intact. Pain is always good proof that he was still alive and not dreaming. He inspected himself in a small mirror and just as he expected he was covered in dirt, blood, sweat and god knows what else but he survived yippee. Now there was one person he wanted to find. Arya. After looking around the ship he didnt see Arya and was starting to panic alittle, who was he kidding he was about to have a full blown panic attack but he noticed several other ships sailing next to his and the only hope he had left was she was on one of them.

The ships made it to their new destination and everyone started to unload the injured, weapons that they had and other items they had quickly grabbed before they escaped Winterfell. It was a castle surrounded by rocks and water and hopefully would be a good fortress yet the night king had a freaking dead dragon so what possibly could these rock walls stop. Arya watched other ships come in and scanned the people disembarking. She witnessed the hound coming off one ship and she walked toward him as he noticed her. He gave her a nodded that indicated he was happy she as alive but then again he knew she was a survivor and no white walker was going to take her down easily. He saw her scanning the area and he figured she was looking for a certain someone and based on what happened at Winterfell he guessed she was looking for a certain bastard blacksmith that he found slightly annoying and at times on the ship wanted to smack with his axe but he stopped himself or Arya would kill him in his sleep. “You can stop looking at who is coming over the boats milady he's not there. He already disembarked with the other wound. The bastard blacksmith you are looking for is over there near that soggy cave with the others.” The hound pointed toward a cave where others had put the injured and were setting up a new area for the forge they would need. Arya was shocked the hound knew who she was looking for as she whirled around to see the cave he was referring to. She looked at him as he chuckled “He was super annoying and wouldn't listen when he was told to not get up and move around with his injuries. I had the displeasure of minding him before he started getting snarky.” The hound then turned away and walked toward another group.

Gendry attempted to help setting up the forge but the pain was unbearable and he had to sit down and catch his breathe while trying not to scream out in pain for grunting and taking deep breaths was the next best thing. He collapsed on the closest cot as he grabbed his chest to try to will away the pain. Yep that didn’t work at all. As he leaned forward and put his head into his hand he felt hands on his arms and shoulders. His immediate response was to look at who was near him and to flinch away from the touch. When he looked at who was touching him his eyes came in contact with Arya’s! He has never been so relieved to see anyone in his life. The tension left his body as he leaned into Arya’s touch. 

Arya raced over to Gendry and she witnessed him collapse on a near cot in obvious pain as he grabbed his chest swearing to himself and looking like he was keeping himself from screaming. Arya dropped to her knees in front of him as she gripped his arms and his shoulders to make sure he was there alive and in front of her and it wasn’t her imagination. She must of shocked him when he flinched away from her touch and attempted to see who was grabbing him. The moment his eyes met hers the instant relief she saw must of mirrored her own the tension that was there a second ago disappeared as he leaned into her touch. “I kept my promise milady. Just a little scraped up and bruised.” He smiled as he said the name she hated but it was his way of saying I love you. “Yes you did keep your promise but you scared the shit out of me!” Arya raised her hand to his cheek as he sighed into it. 

She checked his injuries and cleaned a few of them up as he kept his one hand on her thigh or keeping his eyes on her making she didn’t disappear and he was indeed dreaming or dead. Everyone was starting to grow tired as exhaustion and fatigue from the battle caught up to them and the tension was starting to disappear. Gendry had laid down on the cot as Arya had draped a blanket over him. HIs eyes were starting to close even though he tried to keep them open his hand sought out hers as she remained by his side. The adrenaline was waring off and she was starting to feel fatigue set in as well. Her eyes were closing and she felt Gendry grip her hand as he raised the blanket off him offering her a spot next to him on the cot. She took off her weapon belt and her cloak and without hesitation climbed onto the cot next to him and before she laid down she gave him a kiss. Soft but full of meaning that he replicated in his kiss. She turned and pressed her back to his chest hopefully not hurting him to much as he covered them both up and wrapped one arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him as she grabbed his hand and intertwined his fingers with hers. Sleep was coming quickly and she heard him whisper into her hair “I love you, Arya.” as his breathing slowed. “I love you Gendry.” She whispered as she closed her eyes and fell asleep in the arms of the man she loved.