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love is · · · — trivias & outtakes

✇༄ spoilers for the entire love is · · · series

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✇༄ disclaimer: twilight from spy x family has nothing to do with this. i just wanted to use a gif of him as a header of sorts. heh.

✇༄ reader/main character will be referred to by their mafia codename ‘sea,’ just to make ramblings easier :]

inspo: plot & conflict

let’s get the general stuff out of the way first

so, this whole mini-series was actually thought of because i watched the “gambler” mv and band version one too many times as i tried to cope w pcd

[i highly recommend the band ver btw. it tempts me to swerve to changkyun every single time, istg]

and then i consequentially topped it off w mafia!aus . . .

truth be told, i wanted to save the hidden baby/secret child trope for future works since i didn’t want to overuse it

[it’s my go-to in my earlier, unpublished works. idk if they’ll ever see the light of day, but they’re def still in my drive somewhere]

i needed a big enough reason for sea to leave a relationship they were otherwise more than happy in — and (un)fortunately, i couldn’t think of any other situation

i figured being responsible for more than their own life should do the trick, so there

a general plot was made, tgt w the root of conflict

a gambler & a danger

ngl, out of all the parts for this mini-series, these two were the only ones that turned out exactly like how i planned them

specifically, the story captured in these two parts were the exact scenes i wanted to tell right from the start

there was no deviation from the original plot/screenplay or whatsoever

it was great

which, now that i think abt it, was prolly why i finished these two relatively quick

since there was no ‘what-if’s to consider

a secret

in contrast, i had a slight difficulty for this part because i had a ‘what-if’ scenario

i had to debate whether hoseok would be traveling alone or not

ngl, i have a tendency to go for the angstier way — but, for this case, the two options had contrasting effects on the story

option one was ultimately made canon

yk, hoseok crosses paths with sea on vacation and basically invites himself to walk around w them lol

but option two . . .

oh boy

did y’all hear abt that one time when hoseok was spotted at the airport w kihyun and changkyun? (it was after wonho became a soloist, so ot7 stans won that day *insert star eyes here*)

but yea, i basically took inspo from that and went— what if?

what if hoseok and then changkyun spotted sea?

then, different from canon, the convo they’d have would be significantly shorter since sea would feel more apprehensive about being in the same place as MX members

neither hoseok nor changkyun would have a chance to get close enough to learn kian’s name or even play w her since sea would of course leave as soon as possible

it’s debatable if sea would even get to think abt asking hoseok and changkyun the favor of not telling the others abt seeing them in their vacation

but, either way, the men’s eyes were still faster than sea since they already caught a glimpse of bebe kian

who, as hoseok canonically puts it, “looks a lot like her father”

now here’s the part that makes me scream— it’s so angsty i personally love it:

what if, as sea turned to leave, they saw someone not too far away who eerily looks like kihyun? looking at them? looking at kian?

[*screams*]

angst level through the roof already ik, but lemme make it worse

sea was written to have a strong resolve, someone who is selfish and selfless at the same time, someone who doesn’t back down easily

so yk what? even if they made eye contact w that person who eerily resembled kihyun, they would pretend they weren’t spooked

they would still leave . . . bc they already made their choice

as for the reason why i didn’t go with that route, even if it was literally the angstiest of the two aka my type lol

personally, i felt like option two would waste all of sea’s efforts to get away

i mean— sure, they would still reunite w kihyun eventually [bc yes, no matter what sea does, they’re still meant to end up w him]

but at least w option one, they had more time to enjoy their freedom — and w that extra time, they were able to have no regrets abt ruining an eight-year long of otherwise perfectly fine relationship

plus, if they saw each other then, sea would still be able to get away since it’d take kihyun a while to recover from his shock

but once he processed everything? he will try to find them. no amount of SVT’s countermeasures and precautions would be able to stop him. he will find sea and kian within two months — three months, tops.

however, as touched on in ‘a compass,’ that was exactly what sea didn’t want. bc they’d eventually end up hating him for real

overall, as much as i love angst, i didn’t want the series to get too messy once the domino effect hits, that was why i ultimately made option one canon

inspo: yoo kian

originally, i planned kian to be a boy

[just bc bb boys are my default for hidden baby!aus for some reason??? yea idk, either]

but then, yk how for some ppl you just see what gender of children “suit” them the best? like, minhyuk’s def a girl dad??

yea . . . same logic for kihyun. although his interactions w kylo are v uwu, i still see him as a girl dad. perhaps not as strong as my vision for minhyuk, but it’s still there

as for her name, sea never planned to completely erase kihyun in her life

they wanted to raise her away from him and out of his radar, yes, but they still wanted kian to have a piece of him wherever they go

hence sea let kian carry his surname and even share a syllable of her name w him

and they were only confident abt doing that bc, again, kihyun didn’t know abt bebe kian — he can’t track both of them using someone he didn’t even know existed

ik the spelling of her name can be considered masculine, but i merely romanized how her name would be written in hangul (키안/기안), so i see no point in giving her the feminine spelling of it

oh! i almost forgot: kian wasn’t actually the first name i thought of for sea and kihyun’s kid

i already forgot what the first name was, but the name kian was thought of after i remembered abt sian from tros lol

inspo: mafia codes

i wanted everyone to have a mafia codename of sorts

the members w stage names were easy, also those w alternate names (as in hyungwon’s case) since i just used those

but for those who have their real names as their stage names, i had to be creative

jooheon became ‘honey,’ after his current stage name that i keep forgetting [srly, i always forget that he goes by joohoney now T_T]

minhyuk became ‘gorae,’ which is korean for whale, his favorite animal

the only one i rlly had trouble w was kihyun’s code name

i personally associate him w hamsters, but i couldn’t thing of anything that could make ‘hamster’ as a code name intimidating, so i had to look for inspiration somewhere else

somehow, in my quest, i stumbled upon the fact that ‘yoo’ — kihyun’s last name — can be spelled as ‘ryu’ in the past

hence his code name ‘ryuki’

as for SVT members . . . there’s a reason why not all of them appeared in the series lol

i mean— besides the fact that it’s a MX-centered fic, most of them go by their real names on stage

and i rlly don’t have the energy to give everyone a creative code name lol

still, i came up with some just in case i ran out of members who have stage names

thus ‘player’ for wonwoo, after the carmen sandiego character and also the fact that he’s a gamer

‘moon’ for junhui, after his korean surname (문)

and two more back-ups i didn’t get to use: ‘ghost’ for seungkwan, solely bc his last name is boo [sometimes i think i’m funny] && ‘polar’ for hansol vernon, after his current emoji representative

though imma be honest

i have no idea who ‘labri’ is

when i first thought of the code name, it rooted from the word ‘lovely.’ when i tried to write it in hangul, it became ‘랍리’ or ‘labli’/‘labri’/‘lablee’/‘rabri’/— you get the idea

but with that, two members come to mind personally: jeonghan and mingyu

if ‘labri’ is jeonghan, it could also be the case that ‘labri’ came from ‘libra’ aka his zodiac sign, with a couple letters switched

however, if ‘labri’ is mingyu, it could also be the case that ‘labri’ came from ‘labrador’

so yea, idk who he is

a favor

despite being angsty, this part was a lil difficult to write ngl

i literally had to rewrite the entire thing three times before i finally had something i was satisfied w

i knew what i wanted to write, specifically what scenes i wanted to show, it was just a matter of how i should tell it

MX’s introduction to kian was originally captured in great detail as in move-for-move

but then . . . idk what was actually wrong w it, but it just seemed wrong for some reason???

i still saved that draft somewhere bc those scenes were so cute to me, but yea . . . i ultimately rewrote it

[sometimes i just don’t get how my brain works, sigh]

funnily enough, the scene that convinced me to even write this part in the first place didn’t even make the cut

like ‘a secret,’ this part also had a ‘what if’ — one that also had a contrasting effect to the story

the second idea was what i made canon

yk— wonho volunteered for the alliance but ryuki ended up the one getting engaged after MX pieced kian’s parentage tgt

but in the initial idea . . .

honey was chosen for the alliance

i didn’t work out how he was picked, but i did work out that he was v reluctant abt it — as in he wasn’t totally on board w it, but still agreed anw bc it was for MX’s future

sea wasn’t SVT’s pick for the marriage in this version tho

instead, honey was set to marry periwinkle aka perrie — someone who wasn’t part of SVT’s core, but a high-ranking member nonetheless

their dynamic was supposed to be like enemies-to-lovers, since both of them weren’t really fond of the idea

perrie was supposed to be rlly close w sea tho: partly bc the former was one of their “guards” until they left the country

which led to sea attending the wedding as a show of support

i mean— sure, for this ver, sea is still avoiding ryuki as much as they can, but with the alliance between SVT-MX pretty much complete, they're a bit more lax abt it than in canon

also bc of the logic that MX didn't find them to begin w before they crossed paths again, so the threat "make sure we never find you" in ‘a gamble’ is still in sea's favor

now here's the scene that convinced me to write this part in the first place but didn't even make the cut:

as it happened in canon, labri still mistakingly hands kian to the MX members before hurriedly leaving

and that event is still the reason why MX members will be able to piece together kian's parentage

although, for this ver, kian will resemble sea more than ryuki

[honestly idk how kian ended up looking like ryuki more in canon when i’ve been dead-set that she should look like her mapa more right from the beginning T_T]

[hoseok’s comment in ‘a secret’ was only supposed to be a signal like “i know who the father is”]

they will still be able to figure it out tho based on her features and other “coincidences”

unlike in canon tho, the one who will pick her up from MX’s house is sea

think “you fcking did WHAT? labri, you’re fcking DEAD. don’t fcking go near my daughter, i’m mad at you. i’ll pick her up myself”

yea, sea’s furious at labri oki

[like, so v much so that they literally signed up to go to the lion’s den unaccompanied without much thought]

and understandably so, since hello?? this whole thing was abt keeping kian & kihyun apart???

not to worry, though

surprisingly enough, had they met this way, they would’ve been pretty civil . . . and calm

i didn’t work out the logistics, but kihyun supposedly harbor no ill feelings for sea in this ver

it’s like . . . after piecing kian’s parentage, he just figures out what exactly happened and just . . . understood

so, yea

for this ver, “the talk” that happened in ‘a compass’ is a lot quieter and calmer

like it literally takes place while the other members painstakingly gather everything that belongs to kian that had been scattered around the house lol

and as a sort of soft epilogue, sea and ryuki would meet again in honey and periwinkle’s wedding reception

where it would be alluded that they would be a couple again in the future

and then [*hits the slate*] CUT

ngl i rlly looked forward to writing the reunion in this ver since it was the reason this part exist in the first place

but

as i progressed writing the opening scenes for this particular part, i realized it didn’t seem realistic that ryuki would just let sea off the hook that easily

sure, this is fiction and all, but i figured kihyun at least deserves some time to show sea that the trauma they caused wasn’t okay

cuz yk . . . we can’t just invalidate ppl’s feelings like that

so yeah

that’s why canon is the way it is

a journey & a compass

frankly, these two parts wouldn’t’ve existed if not for the anons that asked abt them

cuz i fully intended to just end the story in ‘a favor’

partly bc i knew if i extended the story beyond that, i would have no choice but to actually address kihyun’s trauma

not that there was smth wrong w doing that, it’s just . . . i didn’t want to mess it up

even if it’s fictional, that trauma is heavy yk

i think i messed it up anw but yk it is what it is ig

ngl there was only supposed to be one part after ‘a favor’

but, while i was writing ‘a journey,’ i noticed that there would be a shift in the tone?— the color?— idk how to phrase it— of the story

so i decided that it would be best to split the supplementary part into two

one focusing on the “pretending”

and the other on the “closure”

as i mentioned on one of my replies to an anon, the keyword for the last set of supplemental parts was ‘wedding’

yea, i technically could’ve just went straight to ‘a compass’ without having to write ‘a journey,’ that’s true

but there were some information in ‘a journey’ that i needed to mention

don’t ask what it was bc i can’t recall now lol

but yea that’s why there was ‘a journey’ before ‘a compass’ :D

inspo: significant others

sea actually had a name in the first draft of ‘a gamble’ bc i originally didn’t plan on sharing the story here

and every time a story is exclusively for me, i tend to create ocs since that’s what i did before my tumblr writer era

[yes, that’s why my mcmxcvii & mcu stuff are x oc . . . those universes were built years ago]

but anw

sea’s name was choi gaeul

they were supposed to share their last name with their cousin seungcheol

wait actually let me elaborate

they were named as such first

with their first name being from chu gaeul of boys over flowers [aka half of one of my first ships as a kid uwu]

&& then when the time came to pick a relative who share the same surname, seungcheol became an obvious choice

ergo, SVT was ultimately inserted in the story

ergo, the codename ‘autumn’ later on became out of question since that’s what gaeul meant

ngl had i published the story w an oc, bb kian’s full name would’ve easily been choi kian

which strangely would’ve changed the story in ‘a favor’ & onwards now that i think abt it

huh

anw sea’s occupation is an architect

why? solely bc of a small fact mentioned in ‘a journey’: so i can say that they thought seungcheol would simply ask them to design a blueprint for SVT’s house as a favor

that’s v shallow ik, but i always try to be as vague and as general as possible in my x reader fics

so when i do specify some things, they’re more likely than not thought of last min and had to be made bc i had no other choice

that includes the name drops for minhyuk’s and changkyun’s respective partners, actually — since i couldn’t just refer to them as their other half every single time

they’re more than just that yk

i came up with minhyuk’s partner’s name first — nari — bc they were supposed to be mentioned by name in ‘a favor,’ right in the beginning when it was discussed that them & minhyuk were already married by then

for extra measure, i also planned out some things abt nari & their relationship w minhyuk just in case i needed them

like how nari’s works in a flower shop & somehow met minhyuk there one day, allowing for their love story to start [yea, they got the florist-mafia trope. it’s cute]

&& also how nari is actually pregnant during ‘a favor’ & onwards

them seeking advice from sea abt giving birth & parenthood was actually my back up plan for the story flow lol

actually, that also includes them offering to babysit kian for “experience” [one of my drafts actually had a scene where ryuki & sea had a fight abt this lol]

funnily enough, the name nari was thought of bc i remembered abt the narra tree

it was rlly random, but that basically gave my name search a direction — name starting w n, meaning possibly related to plants

&& tada~ nari means ‘lily’ — or so google says

i didn’t bother thinking of a surname for nari though, or hayeon too, for that matter

in fact, changkyun’s partner has less info planned out compared to nari

most likely bc i didn’t intend them to play a huge role in the series or appear at all

but alright, here’s everything i came up w abt changkyun’s partner

their name hayeon was from one of the former kids in tros [i just think it’s a beautiful-cute name, nothing else]

they’re a doctor, speciality unknown — most likely smth related to surgery tho

mostly bc the trope that i thought for them two involves kyun getting wounded && hayeon fixing him up

i did consider that hayeon was prolly the first person to know abt sea’s pregnancy

and, for some reason, sea was alright w them knowing

specifically, for wtv reason, sea knew hayeon would keep that knowledge a secret from MX

i didn’t rlly flesh out the ‘why,’ exactly, but it was def hinted in ‘a compass’

smth abt what happened to hayeon will fs prompt MX to tighten their security/surveillance around sea when they find out that they’re pregnant

ngl what ‘happened’ may or may not have involved hayeon getting kidnapped . . .

and let’s just say hayeon believes that it’s better to stay away from any mafia than to accept some sort of protection from them

based on their experience, yk the mafia protection basically failing them, they have the right to feel that way

so yeah: sea knowing that particular belief of theirs def played a part on why sea would feel safe sharing their secret w them

&& also why hayeon was intentionally ‘absent’ in the series compared to nari whose scenes just got cut: they were staying as far away from all the mafia shenanigans as much as possible

which, really, wasn’t difficult for them to do given that they’re a doctor & everything

since we’re on the topic, i might as well mention this

hayeon & changkyun’s on-&-off relationship was def influenced by their kidnapping

i won’t go to details bc i didn’t actually flesh it out

but, as i see it rn, their story def has so much angst in it that i can’t even guarantee a ‘happy ending’ for them if i ever write it

final notes

this rambling has gone on longer than i intended

i didn’t realize i had so much to say abt the ‘behind’ of this series oml

but anw

to close, i just want take a moment to thank you guys for reading & showing interest in ‘love is · · ·’

it’s the first series i finished wo having all the parts prewritten before posting, so all the interactions — the likes, the reblogs, the comments, the messages — really drove this to completion

i read all the reblogs, tags, comments, & msgs btw, even if i only replied to the asks

mostly bc i despise how it’s my ‘main’ blog that replies whenever i answer a comment smh

&& like . . . idk how i can answer reblogs/tags . . .

i love reading them, actually

i went back to read every single one of them multiple times to help me finish everything. they helped me a lot fr

and i uh— i’m so sorry i broke your hearts several times

i’m admittedly just good at dropping angsty one-liners && my fluffy writing needs a lot of work

so hopefully the hopeful ending made all the heartbreak worth it . . . somehow. somewhat.

if there’s anything you’re curious abt that i didn’t address in this lengthy ramble, pls send me an ask here!!

feel free to send me other stuff through there too: what you liked abt this series, what frustrated you, idk. wtv else you think of

that way i can actually reply *insert dancer emoji, three times, here*

forewarning tho: you might get a reply that’s more than what you asked for bc i tend to overshare—

but anw yea

from the v bottom of my heart, thank you for tuning to ‘love is · · ·’ and following ryuki & sea’s story (⌒▽⌒)♡

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The Machine of Death: JIM SMITH SOCIETY

I recently realised I hadn't finished reading the second Machine of Death anthology, so I remedied that... and got inspired to FINALLY finish one of the two stories (worth finishing) I had started writing for a (non-existent) third anthology and, lacking anything else to do with it, figured I'd post it here. I doubt I'll work up the interest in finishing the second given the amount of work it required (title hint that I've prolly misspelled bc now that I look, I can't even FIND the other story: KLUBDEJLIT), but here's the one!

Notes:

1. I borrowed some names from various sources to give a vague mental suggestion for each named entity, but they are used fictionally. You could honestly do a "Find > Replace" for each one, and the story wouldn't change (well, except Jim Smith, the JSS actually exists but I've never participated, for a reason, though even that, I could argue a good case for an "[any name here] Society" existing, for any such name).

2. The guy with the card seems like a non-sequitur, but one of the original requirements for MoD included the title MUST refer to a RELEVANT death, whether or not it's shown during the story. Otherwise, that section could be cut from mine with no consequence.

3. There USED to be a Tumblr w/ two of my other FINISHED (rejected) stories, but they seem to have been completely taken down... I did find that I'm the first item on this list, tho, which is flattering! (and I should fix the formatting on those, plus hunt down the other two)

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"This still feels weird," Fox admitted, running a hand through his hair. He preferred keeping it as short as possible for work, but Shelly always protested whenever he mentioned setting up an appointment, so he tended to put it off until regulations required it.

"Well, we WERE invited," Shelly reminded him, ruffling his hair just as he'd straightened it out. "Rich eccentric offers to pay our way to National Harbor, why WOULDN'T we take them up on the offer? You and I both need a vacation, anyway!"

Hiding his annoyance, Fox brushed his hair back again. "Yeah, but... a whole convention of people with our name?" He glanced around, wondering if he was the only James Fox Smith, and his wife the only James Sheldon Smith, all the while still feeling like they didn't belong there.

"Embrace the weirdness!" Shelly punched him in the arm. "I mean, you married ME, didn't you?"

"A couple with the same name is one thing. Almost 2,000 people?"

Shelly shrugged. "So we have a common name."

"NOW we do. Not sure why you didn't want to keep your unmarried name."

She gave him a mischievous grin. "Because it's more fun that way!"

Fox choked back a groan. "Not fun when it comes to sorting the post."

"As if it isn't all junk anyway. Who even uses post anymore?"

As they approached the front desk, Fox nudged Shelly, pointing at someone with worn clothes and a dazed look. He seemed even more out of place than Fox felt. "What's he doing?"

Shelly glanced at him. "He seems lost. Let's go help him."

Fox worried about that but followed his wife anyway. As she approached and waved, Shelly asked if he wanted help finding something. Here, the man stared at her with a blank expression. Sounds tumbled out of his mouth but Fox couldn't understand them.

Then he noticed the man had a card in his hand with words on it, typed in block letters: JIM SMITH SOCIETY.

"Oh, you're in luck!" Shelly noted. "The convention is this way!" She took his hand and led him toward the registration kiosk. Again, the man babbled something incoherent, but Shelly seemed convinced that she had helped him and turned back toward the front desk. "Let's get checked in, then."

Fox had a strange feeling just then, but he didn't know how to act on it. Indecision won out, and he joined Shelly to get their hotel keys.

...

After they dropped off their bags, Fox and Shelly returned to the meeting registration kiosk to sign in. Neither could see the man from before. Fox wondered if they would find him again at one of the events, but he quickly forgot the matter once they reached the front of the line.

"Next," said one of the two clerks at the kiosk.

Shelly pushed Fox forward. "Age before beauty."

"Haha," Fox snapped. "Who was the one who proposed, again?"

"I didn't hear you complain about accepting."

Fox just shook his head and stepped forward. "Welcome, James," the clerk greeted.

"Uh, I actually go by Fox," he noted.

The clerk shrugged. "Doesn't matter, we aren't really issuing name badges. The organiser just wants everyone to get a prediction."

Fox raised an eyebrow. "A what?"

She twirled a finger in the air. "You know, the thing going around, about the cause-of-death prediction machines?" Here, the clerk slapped a machine next to her. "The organiser has a theory to test, involving everyone with the name 'James Smith' and their predictions. They think every James Smith has a unique prediction and wants evidence to support that theory. Therefore, your prediction is your name badge."

Fox frowned. He had heard of the machines, certainly, but he hesitated to try it out. "...is it mandatory?" he asked.

Shelly prodded him. "What's the holdup?"

Fox turned around. "I don't want a machine to predict how I'll die!"

"Why not?"

This side to his wife startled him. Shelly had always expressed her anxiety whenever he went on flights. Having it possibly confirmed that a flight could do him in might mean--

"Aren't you the one always freaking out at my stunts? What if it says IMMELMANN TURN or SPLIT S?"

"Then we'll KNOW, and you can get a career change, if you're gonna be such a coward."

"And you? What if RABID DOG is in your future?"

Shelly shrugged. "I got all MY shots!"

The clerk coughed. "Sorry to interrupt, but we need to keep the line moving, please. Also, if you don't get the card, the organiser won't pay your travel fees as promised."

Fox considered this. "It didn't cost THAT much to drive here, and the hotel is affordable--"

"FOX."

Shelly gave him one of Those Looks, the one that said he would sleep in the hotel lobby tonight. The Look he got when he said the suit she made him wear today felt stuffy. The Look when he wanted manageable hair. All of it accumulated into a crushing feeling that didn't go away until the Li'l Miss had her way.

"FINE," Fox grunted, holding out his hand.

The clerk pulled off the cover of the machine and inserted a fresh, sterile-sealed needle, wiping down the front with IPA. "Put your finger in the hole," she directed.

Fox considered, wary as he put his pinky inside. A sharp prick, and a buzzing sound as a card ejected from the slot on the device. He snatched it up and immediately felt a jolt as he read the words.

"EROTIC ASPHYXIATION...?" he murmured. "Wha--"

"SERIOUSLY?" Shelly snatched the card from his hand. "Oh wow, I guess the hardcore stuff is out now."

Fox sputtered. "You're happy about this??"

"It means your flights will all be fine!"

A shocking thought occurred to him. "No, it only means I won't DIE in one."

Shelly rolled her eyes. "Here, let me register, then, and I'll show you nothing's wrong."

The clerk raised a hand. "Uh, this is the Jim Smith Society?" she stated, albeit with hesitation.

"Sure is," Shelly agreed. "And?"

"Well... you're a woman."

Shelly glowered at her. "AND??"

"Don't be a bigot, Maude," the other clerk chided. "There are plenty of people with uteruses with variants of 'Jim' or 'James' registered. Remember that lady author you like, her birth name was Howard."

"No way, De'sha, you're trolling me."

"Check the wiki if you doubt me. Anyway, just do the job."

"I didn't--"

"It's fine," Shelly assured them, waving her hands as she calmed down. "I'm used to it after twenty-some years, believe me. Here, I can show you my license to prove it." She did so with such ridiculous speed that it proved just how much she got questioned on it. Fox still didn't get how his in-laws could foist the name on their daughter.

"Yes, I'm sorry." The clerk switched out the needle with a sterile one and gave the device a quick wipe down with IPA before replacing the cover. Fox thought it reminded him of his mother's diabetes monitor. "Anyway, please place your finger in the slot, ma'am."

Shelly did so, and the device spat out another card, HAPPENSTANCE, which she held up for Fox. "See? Nothing to get worked up about!"

Fox frowned. "Yeah, because yours doesn't mean anything. There's no real information given, so you have just as little reason to worry as before."

"OR, you're making a big deal out of nothing!"

"Erotic ASPHYXIATION?"

"It's not a plane crash or anything! You'll see it coming!"

Will I, though? Fox worried, suddenly having visions of spontaneously feeling randy while losing cabin pressure at high altitudes.

...

The main events wouldn't begin for an hour or two, so the couple returned to their room to relax. Fox admitted he could use a nap, but as he lay on the bed, Shelly cozied up to him in that way she did, all but shouting her current state of arousal. She had done so on a frequency that Fox had found difficult to meet, and while he hated leaving her frustrated, he couldn't deny it heaped an added stress on top of the usual amount.

"Mmm," she purred, pressing her face into his side, moving downward. "Bed's okay, but I like the pillows better."

Unconsciously, Fox found himself nudging Shelly away. She immediately stiffened up, and he could FEEL her disapproval without even opening his eyes.

"What was THAT?" she huffed.

"It's been a long drive," Fox countered. "I just want to relax."

Shelly hurled a psychic burst of anger at him, or he got that impression from her tone. "You fly for longer than we drove!"

"Yeah, and after those flights, I get tired."

"MISTER SMITH."

Fox opened his eyes, certain to be destroyed in an outburst. He wouldn't die from it, of course, but pain still hurt. "Shelly..." he whimpered.

"We finally get a nice hotel room for the first time in a long time, and you want to ACTUALLY sleep??"

He raised a hand. "Hello, Old Man Smith here."

"YOU'RE TWENTY-FIVE."

Fox dreaded a fight, but physical and mental exhaustion called to him with more force than usual. "Did you know George is already completely grey? What little of his hair is left? HE'S twenty-five. And the convention is three days! We have plenty of time to ruin the sheets."

"But I've waited all day for this!"

"Can't you wait a little longer?"

Shelly didn't respond so much as glare at him with That Look.

That Terrible Look.

That oppressive,

suffocating...

LOOK.

No more.

Fox felt something snap inside him, unable to stand another second in the same room as his wife. He literally felt like gasping for air, unable to breathe, like the room had been filling with carbon monoxide. He had to escape and find life-giving oxygen. With a start, he leaped to his feet and just barely thought to grab his room key before bursting out the door.

"HEY!"

Sheer adrenaline carried him down the hallway like a marathon runner in the final stretch, neck and neck with his competitors. He heard Shelly struggling to catch up as he rounded a few bends and pushed open the doors to the stairwell as a feint before quietly ducking behind an ice machine.

"YOU SAID YOU WERE TIRED!!" echoed through the hallway.

...

Fox slumped against the ice machine, the exhaustion becoming less as his wife's screams died out and he allowed himself to breathe. It hurt to push his wife away like that, but he had for the first time felt... afraid? Of HER?

He shook his head in disbelief. It didn't make any sense. Shelly just wanted attention, regardless of how tired it made him. Yet it felt like an insurmountable hurdle, the attention he could give a mere trickle to the woman who could consume the oceans.

After all sounds from the immediate area fell away, Fox stood, stretching. A walk would clear his head. He wanted to check out some of the events, anyway, if they went to the trouble of coming all the way out to National Harbor. If nothing else, the waterfront would be relaxing (he hoped).

Fox located an alternate stairwell after noticing a crowd gathering at the lifts. Strange, he thought, wondering if they had a particularly popular event for the Jim Smith Society. The stairs remained happily vacant, though, so he made his way down. At the bottom loomed a huge crowd, the likes of which he had never seen before, much less indoors.

As he stepped into the hallway, a loud voice cried out, "FOX!" He started as someone in a large bird costume raced toward him. "FOX!"

"Huh??" Fox stared at the costume bird, waving its wings at him in excitement.

"Can I get a picture with you?"

Fox flushed in embarrassment as a photographer walked up, camera in hand. He looked around and noticed, seemingly out of nowhere, more than half the people there had on some kind of costume or other outrageous outfit. Fox flushed again, remembering how Shelly had made him dress like THAT Fox. Did the bird really think...

"O...kay?" Fox agreed with some hesitation, turning toward the camera.

"FIGHT ME!" the bird cried, taking up a battle pose.

Instinct made Fox back into a defensive pose, when the cameraperson snapped the photo.

"Yeah, thanks so much!" the bird cried, running off.

No sooner had the bird stepped away than another costumed character walked up, this time a person with wild orange hair and some kind of Japanese outfit complete with enormous (hopefully fake?) sword. "Can I get a picture as well?"

Fox felt embarrassed at the attention but agreed again. "Sure!" This time he posed with the swordsman more like a meeting of pals, though he would've laughed to see any of his actual friends wear such clothing.

He slowly made his way through the crowd as every so often someone would give him a high five or ask for a photo, and after so many encounters, it even started to give him a bit of a swelled head. None of them could possibly have mistaken him for the "real" Fox Carradine, or they would ask for autographs instead. Yet he realised, most of them would never have gotten to meet THAT Fox. Maybe, he thought as he finally recognised one costume as a popular movie character with a cape and hammer, he was THEIR Fox.

Sure, he could spread a bit of joy, and it felt good, even if he piggybacked off someone else's thunder. It filled a void with a little cheer that otherwise wouldn't exist. What harm did it do? He even thought about asking for a photo with a girl dressed in a slinky red dress and purple opera gloves like the heartthrob in his favourite movie, but he loathed the idea of Shelly happening to come across it.

Shelly... he reflected on the turbulence in their marriage and how freeing this felt by comparison, the absence of expectations and shallowest of connections he shared with these convention goers. Not that he wanted to forge deep friendships with any of them purely on the basis of existing (although he wouldn't refuse new friendships), but somehow... just *existing* seemed to give new meaning to him, in this new context. It felt strange and magical all at once, like escaping from a cage he hadn't known existed.

Finally he grew tired of the excitement and wandered back to the staircase, heading all the way up to the top floor and finding an overlook above the main atrium. It amazed him just how many people had gotten together for... this couldn't be the Jim Smith Society?

"'sup, James," said a curious voice, like a lady masquerading as a gentleman.

Fox turned to see someone dressed as the angel... from that show about omens, he thought. "How did you know my real name?" he asked, forgetting the meet-up at the moment.

She shrugged. "Lucky guess. Saw all these regular folks running around with prediction cards instead of name badges and asked a few what was up with that. Couple mentioned the Jim Smith Society was having a meet the same time as the game fest, and it seemed likely you were with them."

"Ah. Makes sense." Two conventions in the same place? No wonder... Fox felt the blood rush to his face as he tapped his card. "Everyone's been assuming I'm in costume, but mine's a coincidence."

"I was wondering about that. Didn't imagine anyone wearing the prediction as part of a cosplay, even if that IS how he went out."

"Yeah." Fox sighed. "You know, I can't say it's a walk in the park having everyone think of you only in THAT way, as though all the other things that define me don't matter, just the embarrassing way I finally leave."

Angel chuckled. "If it makes you feel any better, I'll have ULCERATIVE COLITIS. I have to use humour to get through the day, that it's BUTTS DISEASE that will be my downfall."

"Heh," Fox snorted at the absurdity of it. "That's a good idea! How could I pretty mine up? BREATHTAKING SEX or something... well, that's kind of the same, I guess."

"Could be a choke hold!"

Fox grimaced. "My wife isn't THAT strong. She gonna buff up?"

"Whatever floats your boat! It IS supposed to be erotic."

"Well, I haven't had feelings for anyone but her, ever. I doubt it will be at anyone else's hand."

"Really?" Angel cocked their head. "True monogamy in this day and age is practically unheard of."

Fox found himself flushing at the realisation. "...it's almost oppressive how monogamous we are."

"How do you mean? You ace and she's nonstop?"

"Ace?"

"Asexual. No drive."

He squirmed at the idea of opening up to a complete stranger like this, but at the same time, it felt... liberating. He could finally put words to the thoughts clouding up his addled mind. "Maybe? I mean, it feels good, usually, but lately it feels like she's pressuring me to go farther than I want. Like, pushing for a kid, and I'm not completely onboard with that yet. Not that I wouldn't some day, just... we're still young, I feel like."

"Damn, Jim." Angel exhaled in astonishment. "I really think you need to tell her this, not me."

"I know, it's just... she can be PERSISTENT, and frightening."

"...do I need to give you the hotline?"

"Eh?"

"Domestic abuse hotline?" Angel reached in a pocket. "Not like wives can't also be abusive to their spouses."

Fox started to dismiss them, but a spot of panic told him that maybe he should listen when someone reaches out. "...maybe I'll hang onto it, in case."

Angel scratched out the number on the back of a card. The reverse side was Angel's name and website, specialising in cosplay. Fox accepted it gladly. "Thanks... Kamui."

"Haha, that's my business's name. Mine's Svetlana."

Oh. "Thank you, Svetlana."

"I hope it's just enthusiasm, but even with your spouse, you shouldn't be pressured into anything you don't want."

Fox nodded. "You've opened my eyes, certainly. Thank you."

With a wave, Fox left the angel behind and decided to return to the room, his shyness kicking in again after all the hoopla.

...

He hesitated at the door, the card key a hair's breadth from the lock. They would definitely have an awkward conversation as soon as he entered; he didn't imagine Shelly would spend that much time wandering around to look for him when he would eventually have to return to the room. With a sigh, he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

"So where were you," Shelly droned, staring at her phone while feigning disinterest. Even from the door, Fox could tell she only just held back her emotions, from her lack of interaction with the phone.

"Walked around," he responded with the plainest truth possible, "gathered my thoughts."

"What were you thinking about?"

He sighed again. "Us."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Her flatness of tone startled Fox, but for the time being he preferred it to the angry outburst he had feared she might throw. "I'm just saying a few things occurred to me today."

"Like what."

He touched Angel's card for support and took a deep breath. It felt like he would have to give a separate dissertation for each retort Shelly was likely to throw at him, investing an order of magnitude more energy consoling her than she spent inventing slights.

"I can't do it."

Shelly glared at him, The Look piercing his soul. "Do WHAT."

"You want intimacy literally every second we're together. I can't keep up. I am physically incapable of what you want from me."

Shelly stared at him like he was an idiot. It gave him a stabbing feeling in his chest that she didn't even protest, just give... The Look.

"Look, work is tiring. Play is ALSO tiring. We made love late into last night AND I had to drive us here. I'm tired, period. If you want more out of me this exact instant, you will get it literally out of my dead body, because it will literally kill me, and I'm using 'literally' as intended and not hyperbolically, need I remind you." He tapped the card on his lapel for emphasis.

Fox felt unnerved as Shelly's Look deteriorated ever so imperceptibly into a sorrowful one. "I thought you wanted to start a family with me," she whispered after several tense minutes of silence, curling up in the chair.

He raised his hands in a pleading gesture, taking Shelly's hand in his as he approaches her. "I do want kids with you someday. Well... one, anyway. It's just that it still *feels* like we're both barely out of school and hardly established in our respective jobs, and have you even seen how expensive kid stuff is? Not to mention healthcare here is terrible."

Shelly frowned at him, shaking her head in disbelief. "I feel like you're just giving me excuses."

"Maybe they are excuses! Maybe I'm just nervous about the reality of having children now. These days they do active shooter drills in kindergarten. KINDERGARTEN! Could you bear it if our child ended up in a shooting?"

"Stop trying to scare me," Shelly scolded, nevertheless looking away. "You make it sound like there will never be a good time to have kids."

"I'm not saying never, Shell. Just..." Fox rubbed the back of his head, knowing no "good" timeline existed. "I wanted to at least know I have some job security before making a kid depend partly on my livelihood. Stunt flying isn't exactly a regular job like yours. And before this prediction business, it was as likely I would end up buying the farm before the kid was even old enough to know I was ever alive. Regardless of my feelings about kids, I couldn't live with myself if I saddled you with one, alone."

Shelly couldn't look him in the eye for several minutes. "Does this mean you'll change jobs, or--"

"The odds are extremely low that flying will kill me." Fox chuckled. "I don't love flying THAT much! But as I said, it's not a secure line of work, either. I don't know if I want to go back to school and look into a different field where I'd stay on the ground, but I'd rather have a few steady options if we're going to go ahead with children."

"But that doesn't mean we can't fool around in the meantime!"

Fox cringed. Everything hinged on this point, for better or worse. "I gotta be honest with you, Shell," he continued, a hot flush crossing in his face as he brought forth the words he couldn't bring himself to so much as THINK before. "...even before this diagnosis, I'll call it, I'd been having second thoughts."

"You want a divorce?" Shelly cried, jumping straight to the worst case scenario.

"No, no... really, no." He took a deep breath, inhaling calm and exhaling anxiety. "I do love you, I'm sure. I just... don't know if I love you ALL the time."

"What does that even m--"

Fox steeled his nerves. "Please let me finish. Just once, no interruptions." He glared at her until she remained still. "You're... no, let me rephrase. When you want to make love every day, twice a day, three times a day... I can't keep up. I love you, and I don't want to be with anyone else, but every time, I feel like I have to rally the troops lest I face your disappointment."

Shelly started to interrupt, but Fox raised a hand. "I'm not done yet." She glowered but didn't speak.

"It's not that I don't love you, Shell. It's that, like I said, I'm TIRED. Everybody needs rest. I like having a good time, but I still need sleep! I need to recharge! I don't have unlimited ammunition to keep firing nonstop!"

He kept a finger raised when she looked like she would interrupt.

"I don't want you to feel like my rejection of you is an indictment of who you are. If I had the same drive as you do, we wouldn't even be having this discussion. Yet I can't feel comfortable letting you down. It's all I can do to hide my struggle from you, even though it hurts me to make these great efforts to please you. It just feels neverending, a chore rather than a pleasure. I'm SUFFOCATING."

He paused both to collect himself and to assess Shelly's reaction. She had stared into his eyes this entire time, but now her eyes drifted to the floor, her feet scuffing the carpet.

"I'm not saying never again. I'm saying it's currently too much. I'm also not sure what the solution is. If you genuinely need more than I can give..." Here he trailed off. He couldn't bring himself to suggest either a sidepiece or a separation. Instead, he gestured at Shelly to let her have a turn. "...let's talk about it."

She stayed quiet, the silence so eerie that Fox started to shiver. Finally, Shelly looked up at him again, tears forming in her eyes. "I've never wanted anyone but you," she insisted. "I don't want anyone else to fill in, either sometimes or permanently. I guess..." Her voice cracked a bit. "When we were growing up together, I always worried that someone else would steal you away from me, and I don't want that to happen."

Fox choked back a laugh. "Who would steal me?"

Shelly glared at him in frustration. "Are you daft? You look like a young version of the OTHER Fox, and you don't think anyone would steal you from me?"

With a tinge of guilt, he thought of the game convention goers and their unexpected fascination with his accidental cosplay. "Love is more than a mutual physical interest. No one else has the same history we have, the same personalities, the shared trust. Anyone who could 'steal' me just from their looks or voice would have to be a literal siren."

Shelly furrowed her brow in bemusement.

"The mythical women who lure sailors to their deaths with their songs?"

"Oh, THAT!" She laughed. "I was wondering what you saw in klaxons!"

Fox snorted. "NOBODY likes klaxons, sorry."

"Haha... well, while making love to you nonstop would be AMAZING, I do also admit it's messy, and sometimes I wonder if it's worth the prep time and clean-up. Not to mention that I'm not yet ready to poop out a kid or three if we're not careful." She looked deeply into his eyes, this time with a look of sympathy. "We can still snuggle, though?"

Fox smirked. "Yeah, snuggling's fantastic."

Shelly smiled at him with a touch of chagrin on her face as she rubbed his shoulder, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, Fox felt an intense... comfort. Where before he has been gasping for air, now he could breathe freely.

Then he doubled over with laughter.

"What is it?" Shelly asked, confused.

Fox wiped a tear from his eye. "Ironic. My death prediction just may have saved my life."

#machine of death #story #Jim Smith Society #fox smith #shelly smith #i guess it's fan fiction? idk

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This has been sitting in my drafts unfinished for a while. I love this idea and I believe it should be shared now. SO:

Harry Potter epilogue au where everything is the same except instead of a boy Harry had a girl for his second child and named her Ruby Minerva (or Ruby Athena, for more subtlety).

And also, less relevant, but he named his og daughter Liliana Luna and she goes by Ana (pronounced like from Frozen). and also he named his first son James Sirius, but called him Jay until the kid actually chose the name James

basically I give the kids an option to grow up into their namesake's legacy or not.

And also Scorbus is canon except since it still needs to be gay I've made Scorpius trans. She comes out sometime in fifth year or smth and starts going by Scorpia, nickname Pia. Or something else completely but I don't have that. Maybe Aquila? or some not star name. straight up goddess name prolly. Persephone. I can see that

rewrite of the "what if I'm in Slytherin" for this au except I haven't read it in a while and I do not feel like climbing over my table to get to my dusty bookshelf and pull deathly hallows out from it so

HERE YOU GO

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"Dad?" Ruby asked quietly, so quietly that Harry has to strain his ears to hear her. "What if I'm put in Slytherin?"

Harry turned towards her, squatting down so he and his daughter were on the same eye level. "Ruby," he said gently. "What do you mean, what if you're put in Slytherin?"

"Well." Ruby struggled to find her words for a minute, and Harry waited. "Slytherin's the house where the bad people go, right? What if I'm a bad person?"

"Ruby Minerva Potter," Harry said, "firstly, you're not a bad person. You're a kid. You're eleven years old, and you're such a kind person. You're not a bad person, and I've known a lot of bad people, in varying shades of gray."

Faces flashed through Harry's memory. Dumbledore. Snape. His dad and Sirius. Voldemort, Tom Riddle. Umbridge. Fudge. Peter Pettigrew. Barty Crouch Jr.. Quirrell. Bellatrix. Lucius Malfoy. The Dursleys. Varying shades of gray, all of them. Some darker than others, some with more color.

He's had a long time to reflect. He knows what bad people are like.

"What are the traits of Gryffindor house?" Harry asked.

Ruby blinked. "Brave, courageous, loyal-"

"Traits of Hufflepuff?"

"Loyal, kind, hardworking-"

"Ravenclaw?"

"Dad," Ruby said, frustrated. "What's your point?"

"I'm getting there," Harry said. "But first, what are the traits of a Ravenclaw?"

"Clever, smart, wise, creative," Ruby listed, "intelligent-"

"Traits of Slytherin?"

Ruby stopped, staring at her dad. "What?"

"What are the traits of a Slytherin?" Harry repeated.

"Um. Well, evil?"

Harry shook his head. "Nope. Not inherently."

Ruby raised an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?"

"Slytherins are ambitious, cunning, leaders, and determined, and other traits I'm missing out on." Harry looked at his daughter. "Are any of those traits inherently bad?"

Ruby scrunched up her brow. "I mean, cunning can be used to manipulate, and-"

"Okay. Are courage, bravery, loyalty, and passion inherently bad traits?"

"No! It's good to be brave, right?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, but you can always be brave for the wrong reasons. Standing up for something you believe in that can be wrong. Standing up when it's not safe and in fact stupid for you to do so. Loyal to the wrong people. Passionate about evil things."

Ruby frowned. "But you were a Gryffindor?"

Harry nodded. "Yes. We're getting to my point soon," he told her, seeing her confused face. "Are loyalty, kindness, determination, and trust all inherently good traits?"

"I mean, what you said about loyalty," Ruby said. "Like being loyal to the wrong people. And I guess determination for the wrong things?"

"Sure," Harry agreed. "And being naïve can come with being too kind and/or trusting. How about intelligence and creativity?"

Ruby shrugged. "Get to the point."

"You can get lost in your head, look down on people, etcetera. What are the pros of being cunning, ambitious, leading, and determined?"

Ruby frowned. "But you did negatives for everyone else?"

"What are the pros?" Harry repeated.

Harry watched the gears churn in his daughter's brain. "I mean, you get further in a workplace. And if you're a leader, you can help other people get there too. And you have hopes and dreams and a desire to keep going."

Harry smiled, nodding. "Yes. Those are Slytherin qualities. All qualities in each House have their own pros and cons, and Slytherin is no different. Ambition is not inherently evil. And Ruby," Harry said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "It doesn't matter what House you're in. It doesn't matter what traits you have. It matters what you choose to do with those traits, whether you choose to live your life for good or for evil.

"And no matter what, hon, I'll be proud of you, okay?" Harry smiled at Ruby. Ruby smiled back.

"Okay, Dad."

"Fantastic." The train's warning whistle blew. Harry stood up, dusting off his knees. He beamed at his daughter. "You'd better get going," he said, gently clapping her on the back. "Good luck at Hogwarts, honey." He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I love you."

Ruby grinned. "I love you too, Dad."

Harry watched as she gathered her things and went aboard the train. He waved at her well past when the train went out of sight.

He knew she'd do well.

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didn't know how to end that anyways like and subscribe

and also here's a random ass scene based on some Tumblr post somewhere that I find funny and I drafted it in this post and now am too lazy to move it

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"Well, y'know, as Timmy always said-"

"Who the fuck is Timmy?" Hermione asked, bewildered.

"Timmy? You know Timmy. You've met," Harry said, looking at Hermione in confusion. "Tim?"

"...Does not ring a bell."

Harry sighed. "Tommy? Tom?" Hermione stared blankly at Harry. He sighed again. "Voldemort?"

"What the- YOU COULD HAVE JUST SAID VOLDEMORT!"

Harry shrugged, even as Ron fell off of his chair from laughing. "I think it would've been funny to address him as Timmy. He would've gotten so pissed off."

"He would've been like, 'Potter, what did you call me? Timmy? It's not Timmy, it's Tommy. Wait it's not even Tommy, it's Tom. HOLD ON ITS NOT TOM ITS VOLDEMORT POTTER YOU FOUL HALF BLOOD!'" Ron mimicked, rising from the floor.

Harry laughed. He sighed. "Merlin, I should've done that during the Battle of Hogwarts."

Hermione choked on her water. "Just call him Timmy in front of the entire British Wizarding World?"

"Yes," Harry said simply.

#draft purge #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #how tag #like #idk #ANYWAYS I'M KINDA PROUD OF THIS LITERATURE

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we're back! congratulations! you have been officially selected to stab or slap any five / three jjk characters that you wish as well as hug (wrap them up in a lil blanket, give them some hot chocolate, gently kiss their forehead...) any five / three jjk characters that you wish! who do you stab / slap, who do you hug, and why, if there’s a reason<3

wow what a surprising question omg had No idea this was coming tehe

would STAB / SLAP

gakuganji - man is getting STABBED. he tried to make children kill yuuji, he's so mean to gojo for NO REASON, he knows about mai's family situation but unlike gojo and yaga, he still prolly treats her like crap and does nothing to help, hE KILLED YAGA AND FOR WHAT??? where was he during shibuya??? i hate him. i hate him SO MUCH. he is number one on my stab list idc. what has he ever done for his students? when has he ever protected them? you can say he did during the exchange event but he Literally barely did anything.

naoya - can he just die already? he's getting stabbed. mutuals and i are gonna go all murder on the orient express on him. just. 🔪🔪🔪

mahito - obviously he needs to be stabbed for his crimes aka hURTING NANAMI AND NOBARA. if nobara dies i will Literally throw hands i will reach inside kenny's throat, grab mahito, and 🔪🔪🔪

actually all the higher ups - stab them. slap them. destroy them. imma burn their house down. i am destruction. i am decay. i am desire. the sun is high and the birds are singing that you're gonna die. everything bad that has happened in the world of jujutsu is entirely your fault and i hope you pay.

ogi zen'in - he literally murdered mai and then tried to kill maki. he abused them very much so and he's an ugly little rat imma stab him. again, i am destruction decay desire you're getting stabbed sir. many times. with a sword.

would HUG

shoko - look. geto? dead. nanami? dead. gojo? The Box™️. yaga (who i hc as her best friend tbh)? dead. kugisaki? unconscious in her infirmary. the children? in a killing games. utahime? who knows gege bring her back too please. haibara? dead for a while. SHE IS LITERALLY ALONE WITH NOBARA'S BODY LIKE. SOMEONE PLEASE HUG HER SHE IS DEALING WITH SO MUCH GRIEF AND NEEDS SOME LOVE PLEASE 😭

yuuta - after his whole culling games arc, i want to swaddle him in blankets and give him some hot chocolate and destroy anyone who tries to prevent him for sleeping. please... he needs a break... everyone leave him alone unless you're going to hug him 😭

yaga - idk i'm feeling compelled to put him down. when was the last time anybody hugged him? mans does so much and gets SO little credit like come on fandom stop sleeping on yaga like please don't thirst after him, but like. give him some credit he cares about his students SO MUCH and he protected shoko during shibuya and he prolly took gojo in tbh and he still cares about geto even after everything... he deserves a nice big hug, perhaps a free evening to go watch a movie, maybe drink some wine... maybe he and shoko could go do one of the wine and painting classes together...

momo - just. just thinking about how see prolly had to carry mai's body back to the kyoto school... just... thinking momo thoughts... (yes i have a fic about them started i have feelings i love the kyoto kids sm)... just thinking about how she probably feels like mai's death is her fault. she should've stopped her. she should've protected her. she should've she should've she should've... she and maki deserve a good cry together. i think the two of them need to sit down on the couch, all wrapped up in blankets, and just. cry. they should mourn together.

megumi - i can't hep it. look at him. mans need a hug. he needs to take a second and cry, maybe even get kissed on the forehead. like. how can you look at him and Not think "wow someone hug him". he just had an entire elephant on his back bestie... you need a massage and some icy hot, maybe some kt tape come on hun let's go take care of you

#corey rambles:)#choosing who i wanted to hug was SO HARD BECAUSE I WANT TO HUG THEM ALL #i tried straying from like the Obvious ones ya know to spice it up a little uiyfxdfcghuijuygfc #like i wanted to put yuuji and nobara on their so badly but. can't hUG NOBARA IF SHE'S DEAD HAHAHHAHAH I AM SO FINE PLEASE BRING HER BACK #also like maki and toge too... i'm sorry i would love to hug panda but i just. i don't think i can i'm sorry sir iuygtfcxghuijo #also todo. i was SO CLOSE to putting todo. dude just lost his hand. he sacrificed it for battle 😭#almost stabbed toji but writing the part about momo made me choose ogi over him lol #jjk spoilers

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broqkenhearted · 3 years

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𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘: Chapter 2

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𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: An innocent school girl is new to SOPA. She becomes friends with the President of the school and his group. Y/N sees this one group of boys and one of them intrigues her. These boys are the “badasses” of the school and act all cold. But there is more to this boy than what is seen on the outside. This boy is no other than a vampire who is in the gang named Ateez, and finds his mate, who is none other than the innocent school girl. What love will blossom between these two?

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: bits of fluff, smut, angst, highschool au, vampire au

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: vampire!san x reader

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 4,515

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: blood, swearing, mature content (warnings beforehand)

Yunho POV

I could feel Y/N relax behind me as she snuggled herself into my back. I couldn't help but smile. She really was something else.

"Cute," I mumbled.

I hope she'll except us for who we are...

Y/N POV

The motorcycle ride ended a lot faster than I had expected. It was quite relaxing actually. I could ride all day if I could.

I hopped off the bike and took the helmet off. When I took it off, I swung my hair around in an effort to get it less tangled. I could see San staring at me as I did so. I looked over to him and it looked like his eyes just flashed purple??? I'm prolly losing my mind, so I just brushed it off. The boys invited inside their house, and may I tell you, they own a mansion. A big ass mansion to be in fact.

I was gawking at it, until I heard some of the boys chuckle.

"Holy shit, how rich are y'all?" I asked.

"A lot richer than you think," Seonghwa said cockily.

"Oh well no shit Sherlock," I responded rolling my eyes.

When we all entered the front door, the rain began to pour buckets over the city.

The house gave me an awfully sketchy vibe, it was really dark and gloomy. "They have all this money, and they choose to live in this dark ass mansion," I thought.

"I guess I should thank y'all for making sure I don't drown in the rain," I said giggling.

"It's not a problem! In all honesty, we're surprised you walked away from Twice like that," Hongjoong responded.

"Why? They're the average obsessed bitches. Always trying to grab the popular boys' attention," I said rolling my eyes.

"Well yeah, but they won't hesitate to make your life total hell," Wooyoung sighed.

"If they seriously think I'm going to let them walk over me, they're wrong. If someone ends up dead, don't be surprised," I growled.

The guys looked at me surprised.

I sighed. "Yeah I know, I don't seem to be the person who would act like that, right? Well I'm super stiff around new people. That's why I act shy. But when people get on my nerves, shit goes down. So I'm telling y'all this now.....don't fuck with me."

"And what if we do?" Seonghwa said, smirking.

"Is that a challenge, Seonghwa?"

"Maybe...."

Immediately, I shot a serious stare at him. At first, I decided to play a stare off with him at first. I slowly walked towards him, then pounced. I tackled him to the ground and and put him in a headlock. I was in a position where I could pin his arms and legs down so he couldn't fight back.

"I told you, don't fuck with me."

At that moment, Seonghwa's eyes turned red like how San's changed earlier. I pushed him off of me and got up. I looked from Seonghwa to San in confusion.

My confused face made everyone else just as confused.

"What's wrong?" Mingi asked.

"Your eyes," I responded blandly.

At that moment all the guys except San showed faces of panic.

"Why did they turn red?"

"I think you're seeing things, Y/N."

"How could I be seeing things when it happened to San and Seonghwa?"

Yunho glared at San. San shrugged.

"Explain. I'm not stupid. You know your eyes did that. And, why the hell are you wearing clothes like that?"

"Before we say anything, please don't be scared and run off," Wooyoung sighed.

"Talk," was all I said.

The guys looked at each other as if they were trying to decide who would speak.

"Fine, I'll say it because y'all are being to big of pussies to talk," San growled. "We're vampires."

I began to laugh my ass off.

"V-Vampires?" I said between laughs. "Great joke guys."

I was suddenly pinned against a wall.

"This isn't a damn joke," San said.

His eyes were turning a dark crimson this time. I could see his fangs start to come out.

I was trying to process what was happening when San let me go.

"And before you ask, no, we aren't going to drink your blood and kill you," Jongho said.

"I should go home," I mumbled.

"You aren't going anywhere," San retorted.

"And why the hell do YOU care?" I spat.

"Are you ok?" Yunho asked.

"No, I'm not ok!" I yelled. "I fucking knew you guys were familiar. I should've known better than this."

"What do you mean?" Wooyoung replied sadly.

"What do I mean? WHAT DO I MEAN!? YOU ASSHOLES KILLED HER!" I was crying at this point.

I looked back at the guys to see their eyes change to blue. I walked over to San and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

"You fucking murdered my best friend," I said as I threw San to the ground.

The guys were shocked. No one has ever treated San like that. San's eyes turned black. I was a bit startled to see his eyes change to that color, but I shook the feeling off.

"You asked for it bitch!" San screamed.

The guys rushed to hold him back but I stopped them.

"Don't. I'm not scared of him or what he can do. If he's going to kill me, let him. At least she won't be alone up there anymore."

Third Person POV

Y/N collapsed on the ground in tears. The boys were heartbroken. San even felt his heart hurt a little bit. The guys looked at the poor girl unsure of what to do.

"Where's the bathroom?" Y/N asked quietly.

"Down the hallway, first door to the right," Hongjoong responded.

WARNING: ATTEMPTED SUICIDE AFTER THIS POINT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Y/N got up and followed his directions to be lead to a large bathroom. Y/N locked the door and slid down against it sobbing. Little did Y/N know, the guys could hear and see her thoughts. Soon they could smell her blood.

"Guys, is that her blood!?" Yeosang asked frantically.

Yeosang decided that he wouldn't wait for their answer and just booked it to the bathroom.

"Y/N, please open the door!"

There was no response. Not even the sound of her crying could be heard. Yeosang teleported into the bathroom to see a horrific sight. Yeosang called for the guys to come, and they all teleported in to see an unconscious Y/N in Yeosangs's arms with blood pooling out of her wrists and neck. Seonghwa, being the healer of the group dashed towards a crying Yeosang. He lifted Y/N into his arms and booked it into his room to help her. The guys turned back towards Yeosang. They have rarely seen him cry before, and the fact that he was crying over a girl he met in one day was shocking.

"I-I can't believe I'm s-saying t-this, but W-Wooyoung's right. She's d-different," Yeosang barely spoke. "She c-can't die!"

The rest of Ateez felt the same way. She was different, special even. All they knew was that they were going to protect her.

Meanwhile, Seonghwa was frantically working to stop the bleeding and stitch her up. He managed to successfully do so, and he soon found himself looking at the poor girl. He walked out of his room to meet with the very worried guys.

"I think she'll be ok," Seonghwa said.

"I can't believe she actually tried to kill herself," Wooyoung said. "How are we even going to talk to her? She said we killed her best friend, she hates us!"

The guys groaned and sighed in agreement with Wooyoung.

2 Hours Later

"Urrggh," Y/N said as she woke up.

She looked around to realize that her wrists and neck are bandaged up and that she's in an unfamiliar room. Y/N arose from the bed she was laying in and proceeded to walk out. The room was attached to the hallway, so Y/N easily found her way to the living room. She could hear the sound of male voices, so Y/N assumed it was the guys. Y/N had to use the assistance of the walls to walk, so when Y/N got to the end of the hallway, she stood there leaning against the cool wall. The boys could hear movement behind them, and when they turned around they saw you there leaning against the door frame with glossy eyes. Y/N resumed her efforts of walking but San was the first person to teleport to her. He could see the pure emptiness and sadness in her eyes and it broke him apart. Before she could reject, San picked Y/N up and carried her over to the couch. She was placed between San and Seonghwa.

"How are you feeling?" Seonghwa asked.

"I've been a lot better," Y/N said with a small smile.

The guys realized that no matter what the situation is, Y/N manages to make the situation a lot lighter and brighter.

"Y/N, we are so sorry," Hongjoong started.

Y/N sighed, "I appreciate your apology, but you should know that I probably won't forgive you for it. She was the only person who made my life have light, so not having her here is really difficult."

"You look really tired, Y/N," Yeosang said.

"I just have to move around to get my blood flow back up that's all," She said.

Y/N looked back at Yeosang to his the fear in his eyes.

"You were the person who walked in, weren't you?" Y/N asked Yeosang.

Yeosang couldn't answer her. He could only let out a quiet tear.

"Come here," she said.

Yeosang hesitantly went in her direction, and stood before her. Y/N signaled for San to get up, and San followed. She patted the now open seat next to her, and Yeosang took the spot. What Y/N did next shocked everyone in the room. She hugged Yeosang and snuggled into him.

"I'm so sorry you had to walk in to find me like that," was all she said.

Yeosang couldn't help but hug her back and cuddle with her. San was looking at the two people feeling anger and jealousy boil through his veins.

"Just because I'm not a vampire doesn't mean I can't sense your guys's jealousy. So if you want a hug you gotta fight for a spot next to me," Y/N smiled.

Y/N let go of Yeosang and sat up. Seonghwa engulfed her into a large hug. She returned the hug and rubbed his back. Soon, the rest of the boys hugged her and inhaled her addictive scent. San was the only member left. This time, Seonghwa got up and let San fill his spot. He looked at her with grey eyes and then gently hugged the girl. To San, Y/N felt so small and fragile. She fit into his arms perfectly. He never wanted to let her go. She snuggled into him closer and San looked up to the guys. He gave them a look that showed how much he cared for her. There was a peaceful silence until Yunho broke it.

"Has anyone ever told you how good you smell?"

"No, what do I smell like?"

"You smell like vanilla and roses!" Yunho exclaimed happily.

"I don't use anything that has that smell though?" Y/N announced.

"Wait that means that's your natural scent! I have never met a human that smells as good as you do," Wooyoung stated.

Y/N giggled at the compliment and her laugh made the guys' hearts melt.

"I take it you wore those outfits to hide from the sun?" Y/N asked referring to the dark outfits the guys were wearing.

"Sorta. They also hide our identities from other people. There are some people who know us for what we are we hide ourselves using these clothes," San responded.

Y/N looked at her phone to check the time, and she saw that it was about 7:30 at night. The rain has stopped awhile ago, so Y/N could go home now.

"I guess I should head out so I'm not a bigger burden than I already am," Y/N said looking at the guys.

"In the condition you're in, you're not going anywhere. If you run into other vampires, they will not hesitate to drain you," Jongho said.

Y/N nodded her head in understanding what Jongho said.

"You can sleep in my room tonight, I'll sleep on the couch," San told Y/N.

"I'm not about to let you sleep on the couch in your own home," Y/N fought back.

"Y/N you need to sleep on a bed. Especially with your injuries," Seonghwa said.

"But I feel bad!"

"It's either you sleep in his bed, or he sleeps in it with you," Mingi said.

Y/N displayed a light blush on her face and looked down.

"Where is the bedroom?" Y/N asked nervously.

"It's down the hallway, last door on the left," San chuckled.

"Oh! Before you go, here are some clothes!" Wooyoung said handing her a hoodie and boxers. "If you want to take a shower, you may."

"Thanks Wooyoung!" Y/N said giving him a hug. "I'm going to take a shower then go to bed. Night guys!"

"Night Y/N!" all the guys said together.

Y/N headed towards the bathroom she was in earlier to see a light red stain on the tile floor.

"Yikes! How could I be stupid enough to think that BLOOD wouldn't stain the tile?" Y/N said to herself aloud.

Y/N undressed herself and took the bandages Seonghwa wrapped around her off. She examined the wounds on her body then felt warm liquid run down her neck. In a split second, Y/N could hear a fist banging on the door and San's voice.

"Y/N?!? ARE YOU OK?!? WHY CAN I SMELL YOUR BLOOD-"

"Hey! It's ok! I just took my bandages off, and my stitches started to bleed a little bit. I'm fine!"

"Can I see them?" San asked.

"Hold on! I don't have any clothes on at the moment!"

When San heard those words leave Y/N's mouth, his heart rate involuntarily increased. He shook off the images running through his mind when Y/N opened the bathroom door. San walked in and shut the door behind him so the smell of her blood doesn't radiate through the house. San hurried into the bathroom so he couldn't see what Y/N was wearing. When he turned around he saw Y/N only wearing her undergarments. Without realizing, San was staring at the girl in front of him admiring her figure.

"I'm sorry about what I'm wearing. It was the only thing I could wear for you to be able to see them clearly," Y/N said with a blush.

"It's ok! I was just surprised you let me see you like this," San said.

"For some reason, my heart trusts you. Even though my head doesn't because of what happened. But I trust my heart more than my mind. The only reason why I did what I did was because my head got the best of me," Y/N confessed.

A genuine smile crept up to San's face, and his eyes turned yellow.

"Do they hurt?" San asked referring to the stitches.

"It just feels like a bruised sort of pain, but it's nothing too bad," Y/N said looking at her sliced wrists.

Blood began to run down her right wrist after she touched it.

"Ouch! That hurt a bit!" Y/N said looking at her bleeding wrist laughing.

Y/N could hear small grunts and growls coming from San and that's when she remembered he's a vampire. "Well shit. How could I possibly forget that he drinks blood?" Y/N thought to herself, giving a herself a mental facepalm as well. She headed towards the sink to wash it off, but San stopped her.

"Please don't wash it off yet," he grunted.

"Why? You can barely contain yourself at the moment."

"It smells really good and I want it to last longer," San said as he stared at the burgundy liquid.

"You want some of it, don't you?" Y/N sighed.

"Of course I do, but I couldn't do that to you."

"I appreciate that, but what would happen if I let you?"

San glanced up at Y/N's face, slightly taken aback with what she just said.

"Are you trying to hint something, Y/N?"

"I mean, it's not like you're going to bite me. It came out naturally! Besides, you look the same way as you did when you did you know what. That can only lead me to believe you haven't had any in quite awhile."

"How are you so damn smart?"

"You might be good at lying San, but you can't hide everything," Y/N said with a giggle.

"I swear to god, you're too cute. But would you actually let me have some?" San looked at Y/N seriously.

"I told you, I trust my heart more than my head."

Y/N raised her wrist once she saw the blood was about to drop onto the tile again.

"There is no way in hell I'm about to stain the tile AGAIN. So, the only way to clean it is to wash it off or you have it," Y/N said looking at her bloody wrist then to the blood thirsty vampire in front of her. "No biting, ok?"

San looked at Y/N with excitement.

"I bet you taste better than you smell!"

Y/N laughed at his statement and headed over to the sink where she could sit and make sure none of her blood can stain the dAMN TILE-

Once she was situated, Y/N signaled San to get closer to her and he followed her commands. He was now standing between her thighs looking at her eyes with his golden ones.

"Ok, your eyes keep changing color, and I have no idea what it means. Could you explain the colors to me before you start?" Y/N questioned.

"Well, my eyes should be gold at the moment which means I'm seriously holding back from getting your blood. Typically when I get a serious blood lust they turn gold. Red is anger, blue is sadness, grey is regret, purple is sexual lust, green is ecstasy, and orange is possessiveness or the feeling of wanting to protect something," San explained.

"I don't think I'll remember all of that, but I'll try my best!"

The two people laughed until Y/N realized her hand was starting to pool with blood.

"Bruh, why the hell am I bleeding so much? You stitches are seriously doing a shitty job."

Y/N raised the hand filled with blood and moved it in front of San. San looked at Y/N one last time searching for a final look of assurance, and Y/N responded with a nod.

San began by drinking what was in Y/N's hand. Her hand became a cup to encapsulate it all. The first taste for San sent him into space. The fact that he hasn't fed in awhile adds to the pleasure, but her taste was the best he's ever had. As he finished what was in her hand, he looked up at her. Y/N could see his fangs and her blood all over his chin. His eyes were a vibrant gold.

"Looks like I was right. You're the best I've ever had."

"Yeah ok," Y/N said.

"Y/N if you were to leave in this state you would be dead by now. Or you would be kidnapped and used as a living blood bag. You're blood is unique. It is so much sweeter than what most humans have."

"Well lucky for you, San, my hand, neck, and wrist is covered in it. Now you can't complain from withdraws."

"I'm not complaining about it either!" San exclaimed.

"Remember San, I need to take a shower. We have classes tomorrow."

San growled.

"Can't we just skip tomorrow?" San whined.

"And do what?"

"Let you heal, Ateez aren't the only vampires at school, and I sure as hell ain't letting anyone else have you if you bleed."

San's eyes flashed orange in a sign of possessiveness.

"Fine, I'll skip. You are acting like a over protective human boyfriend," Y/N chuckled.

"Well the fact that I am drinking your blood connects me to you. I can sense your change in emotions now. The guys can because of what we are, but me doing that makes me the closest out of all of them."

San returned to cleaning you up, and now he moved onto her neck.

She tilted her head to give him more access. He leaned towards her and could see her vein protrude slightly.

"Tell me if this hurts ok? I'm going to go over the stitches."

Y/N nodded her head and he began to lick the blood running down her throat. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"San," she whispered.

San stopped what he was doing and looked at the girl in front of him. His eyes changed to a beautiful shade of purple.

"What are you doing to me, Y/N?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know how I am. I'm really cold to people. But when you came along both me and the guys couldn't help but feel attracted to you. And now here I am. Drinking the best blood I've ever had, from the girl I'm interested in."

Y/N jumped off of the counter and looked in the mirror to see no blood left.

"Damn could you enjoy it any more?" Y/N said with sarcasm.

"I definitely could, babe."

Y/N blushed at the nickname. She's never been called that before. She could easily get used to it though.

"I need to take a shower now, San."

"Can I take it with you?"

"W-What?"

"You heard me. I want to take a shower with you."

"Why?"

"I don't know. This whole blood drinking thing just makes me want to be around you 24/7."

"Ok."

"Wait really?"

"Yeah sure. But...if this leads to you wanting to get closer to me just to use me for sex I will not hesitate to beat the living shit out of you."

"Oh believe me, if I wanted to play you you'd be out of my house right now."

The two chuckled and Y/N walked to turn the shower on. Once it was warm enough for her liking, she looked back at San.

"Is this too hot, San?"

San walked over to feel the water.

"Nope. It's almost as perfect as you."

"I did not expect you to be such a flirt."

"People aren't always who they seem they are Y/N."

"Yeah, I'm quite aware of that."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I mean, it's not like I'm going to be able to hide it from you forever, so I might as well get it over with."

San looked at her with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"It's my birth parents."

San looked at Y/N with interest.

"How about I tell you once we're in the shower, ok?"

San agreed and Y/N took her undergarments off. San couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was absolutely stunning to him.

"Hey! I can't be the only person naked! That's not fair!"

In the blink of an eye, San was undressed and standing in front of Y/N. He took her hand and pulled her into the shower with him. San watched as the water droplets ran down her delicate body. The way her long hair covered her exposed breasts.

"Ok, we're in the shower. Continue please," San said impatiently.

"Oh right. THEM." Y/N said with disgust in her voice. "I was not planed to be here. I'm only alive because my birth parents were retarded enough to not use protection. So when I was born, they decided they weren't ready to raise a child so they gave me to my aunt. I was a much different person back then than I am now. I used to be so caring of others and so welcoming. Now I've become more broken off and closed off. One day, they decided to show up to my house in America. They had the audacity to ask me to go back to them. They even thought that I would be willing to go with them. Ever since then, I have hated people. The fact that my best friend was murdered made it worse," San looked at Y/N with his grey eyes, "I know, vampires depend on blood to stay alive, but I was just so upset that it had to be her. I was pissed at myself for not stopping you guys. But as I thought about it, I realized neither of us would of made it out alive if I was to try and stop you. I lost trust in all people after that. I haven't made any friends for I live with the fear that they will leave me just as she did. I was still new here when she died so I had to take a lot of time to get used to my surroundings here. So here I am, a girl who lives alone and in a country that she still isn't that familiar to her yet."

Y/N was crying at this point from remembering the trauma she suffered. Without a second thought, San pinned Y/N against the shower wall and lifting her chin up with his index finger. Without a second thought he leaned in and kissed her. It was a kiss that expressed how bad he felt for doing what he did to her best friend. Y/N kissed back, enjoying the sensation of his lips against hers.

They both parted from the kiss to regain their breath when San spoke...

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. If I knew my actions would lead to me hurting you like this, I would have never done that. I was just so desperate that if I didn't feed, I would go on a murder spree. But now I promise to never hurt you like that. I promise to protect you from everything you fear the most. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I love you so much. I never want to let you go.

𝕿𝖆𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @soyeonrai

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Hi 🥺🥺🥺 anon sorry I didn't notice you had two prompt lists out 👉👈 it was for the comfort one

💕💕💕 thanks 🥺🥺🥺

This was completely by bad! I didn’t plan it very well. You requested prompt 16: “Don’t worry, I got you. Everything’s gonna be alright” with Lee Bodecker.

A/N: I’ve been itching to write something for Lee for a while, so thank you for sending something in for him! It’s my first time, so hopefully I did ok. There’s probably some inaccuracies, but I tried my best

Trigger Warning: reader has a gun pointed at them

Friday nights were date night. It was a small tradition that you and Lee had started early on in your relationship when you first started seeing each other. The only thing that was different about this night was that your man hadn’t arrived yet. He let you know that he was going to be late coming home, and instead of letting you postpone the date, he insisted on meeting you at the diner, in your favorite booth, and he’d be there as soon as he could, with a promise to make the night extra special to make up for being late. As special as the nights were to you, you really didn’t mind kipping one. They were started as a way to keep things romantic and to give you time to actually be together since he was so busy with his job. You understood how important it was to him, but you never argued. He didn’t want to go back on his word and disappoint you, so you agreed to meet him there. It was a quiet night. Only a few patrons here and there, some chatting with each other as Maryanne made her rounds refilling coffee mugs. The few people were one of the many reasons why you and Lee loved the place so much - the main reason being it was where you two met when you were a waitress there after just moving to town. The familiar faces and cozy atmosphere was always a perk. “Can I get you anythin’ while you wait, darlin’?” Maryanne asked as she passed by the table. “I’m okay, thank you. Lee should be here any minute, I don’t want him thinkin’ I started without him.” You laughed lightly, watching her give a nod. “Alright, dear. Let me know if you change your mind.” Just as she walked behind the counter, the tiny bell on the front door chimed, signaling that someone had walked in. Looking up hopefully, you were disappointed to discover that it wasn’t your Lee, just a tall man dressed in dark clothing. He paused at the entrance, scoping out the place before walking over to the bar and sat down. Maryanne sauntered over to him, looking him over as she pulled out her writing pad. “Can I get you anythin’ to start with?” The man was quiet, looking around like he was expecting someone to jump out at him. Before Maryanne could ask her question again, he bolted up from his seat and pulled a gun from his pocket, pointing it at Maryanne and anyone he made eye contact with. “I want all the money you got!” He yelled. “Everyone, empty your pockets!” Everyone had a slow reaction as it sunk in what was happening. You froze in your seat, only thinking about what would happen if Lee walked in unaware of the situation. The drowned out cries got louder when you were brought out of your trance by the man yelling at you, the barrel of his gun pointed directly at you. “Hey! I said give me your money!” He screamed, waving the gun towards your purse. “I don’t... I don’t have anythin’, I promise.” You stuttered out. Lee was the one who held onto all the money. Not because he didn’t trust you with it, that was just how it was. “Why’d you have a purse for, then? Don’t lie to me!” His tone got louder as he pushed the gun closer to your head. “I swear, sir, please!” You begged. “Give me your rings, then. Come on, hand ‘em over.” You hesitated and begged him, not wanting to give him your wedding band. You were struggling to get it off, both of you too distracted to notice Maryanne sneaking up behind him and smacking him in the back of the head with a frying pan as hard as she could. His arm jerked up and the gun went off, shooting the glass window behind you. You screamed and ducked your head, taking you a long moment to realize that you weren’t hit. You looked up at Maryanne and reached out to her, stepping over the unconscious man. Lee got a call over his radio from one of his deputies as he started making his way over to you. “Sheriff, a call just came in about an attempted robbery-” “Can’t someone else take care of that? I’m tryin’ to get to my girl and I’m already really late.” He tried to get out of going, but the deputy continued. “Uh, sir... this kinda has to do with her-” “Did she call you askin’ where I was? She’s so funny. Prolly chewed your ear off about what she’s gonna say to me when she sees me....” “No, sir. She’s at Maryanne’s place. The robbery was there at the diner and -” “And what? Spit it out already, is she alright?” He didn’t wait for a reply, he sped to the diner and pulled in, seeing other patrol vehicles and an ambulance parked out front. He slammed on the breaks and put it in park before jumping out, not bothering to shut it off first, and looked around the place to try and find you. He called out your name frantically, trying to find you through the small crowed and flashing light. It took you a few minutes to register his voice, but when you heard him call out your name again, you stood from the back of the ambulance. “Lee?!” You called out before spotting him ahead of you. You dropped the blanket that was wrapped around your shoulders and threw your arms around his neck as his arms wrapped tightly around you. You burst into tears at the sight of him, the shock instantly burning away as the events of the night played over again in your mind. “Are you alright? You had me worried.” “He had a gun, it was pointed right at me. I was so scared, Lee... I... I didn’t think I was gonna see you again...” you tried to get the words out between sobs. Lee’s grip tightened around you as he cradled you, whispering comforting words of affirmation in your ear to try and calm you down. “Don’t worry, I got you. Everything’s gonna be alright.” A million thoughts ran through his head, trying to process what you were going to do now. He hadn’t been briefed on what happened yet, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to sit through all the details, especially the parts concerning you. He decided that he would face that later, but now he just wanted to get you know where it was safe. “Let’s get outta here, alright? You ready to go home?” He tried to get a look at you, but you kept your face buried into his chest, managing a nod. He stood there for a couple more minutes before starting his way back to the running car. “Sheriff Bodecker, we still need’ta ask Y/n some questions, we haven’t-” “Can’t ya see what kinda state she’s in? We’re goin’ home. We’ll talk tomorrow and finish things up.” Lee helped you into the car and walked around to the other side, not giving anyone or anything a second thought as he got in and sped off towards home. You both knew it was going to be a long night, and Friday night’s were forever changed.

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Baby Boom (Bakugou x Reader)

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Month 1, Month 2 , Month 3,

--Month 4--

‘SLAM!’

The front door crashed shut like ammunition through cannon fire. The sharp bang clapped and echoed throughout the small, otherwise quiet living space, and soon, three roommates filed out of their respective rooms. One by one, they inched out to get a glimpse of the oncoming storm: Hurricane Katsuki.

Denki warily removed his gaming headpiece as Bakugou whipped past his bedroom door, “Oh hey, Bakugou! You sure disappeared outta nowhere. We coulda used the backup in squads! Where’d ya go, man!?”

The others listened carefully for the explosive blond’s answer, but got nothing short of an insult in return,

“None of your business, you damn idiots. GO DIE ALREADY!” and with that, Hurricane Katsuki simply slammed the door shut-- somehow even louder than before.

Kaminari, who had gotten the brunt of the explosion, was left wide eyed,

“Woah…”

Sero gave a low whistle as he shook his head at Bakugou’s shut door, “Looks like a wild Teenage Bakugou has entered the chat.”

Denki gave an abrupt, slightly uncomfortable chuckle at the remark, but soon gulped, giving his roommates a concerned gaze, “So… should we…” he trailed off.

Kirishima fervently nodded, stepping fully out into the hallway, “I’ll go check on him, guys.” He flexed before making his way to Bakugou’s room—a nervous habit he had picked up somewhere along the line to reassure himself before he dived headfirst into rough situations.

He looked back to his other two roommates one last time and threw a pleading glance as if to say “Wish me all of the luck” before giving a few slight knocks to the rage-secreting room, “Bakugou,” he called out, “You okay, buddy? I know that there is something up. There’s no point in hiding it…we can talk?”

No answer.

Kirishima gave a long sigh, “Well, when you finally want to talk about it, you know where to find me...”

The other roommates sighed as well before both retreating to their rooms and shutting their doors. Kiri turned to make his way back to his room as well, but only made it a few feet before Bakugou’s door sharply yanked open a few inches.

“Where are those other idiots?” Bakugou’s eyes were redder than their usual vermilion as he glared out from the cracked doorway. Kirishima gave a thick blink in surprise. Had he… had he been crying?

“They back in their rooms?” Bakugou said very lowly. His voice had an extra hint of raspiness weighing it down, Kirishima noticed.

“Y-Yeah.” Eijirou quickly replied, startled by the unseemly sight of his best friend, “They’re prolly back on the game by now.” Bakugou did not say another word as he threw his door open a few more inches and marched deeper into his room to stiffly throw himself on the edge of his bed. Kirishima cautiously followed him-- this was as good of an invitation as any in ‘Bakugou language.’

Bakugou sat, glaring seriously at the floor in front of him, as if it offended him, and his leg bounced nervously. The red head uncomfortably cleared his throat. ‘Holy shit, what the hell is going on…?’ Kirishima had never seen him do that before, “You.. uh.. you wanna talk about it, buddy?”

No answer.

Kirishima waited a few beats before releasing another sigh and shutting the door behind him so that he could make his way to the bed. He sat down next to his best friend and simply sat deep in the silence with him. The two waited for what seemed like hours before someone finally spoke up,

“I got a girl pregnant,” Bakugou said very flatly, still glaring at the floor and bouncing his leg.

Kirshima had to stifle the choke that erupted out of his throat as his own saliva sneaked into his larynx, “Ack! Achkaka!” His natural bodily functions were completely forgotten as his brain tried to compute the sudden and drastic information that was just thrown at him.

Bakugou?? Pregnant? He never thought he would hear the words in the same room, let alone the same sentence! The guy hardly ever did anything but work, work out and come home to play video games. He didn’t converse with people. He didn’t get girls pregnant. Girls didn’t even look at him!

In his coughing fit, Kirishima’s speech was also forgone, “I-I- uh.. man that.. wow I…” he tripped and tumbled over his words. He was dreaming. He had to be. Well, either that or he had wandered into some strange episode of the Twilight Zone or something.

Bakugou’s glare at the floor intensified, “I thought she might not be so bad… but I didn’t want to be with her like this,” Kirishima’s eyes widened at the underlying tone of hurt buried under his friend's words, and then they widened even further once he realized what he just said.

Had Bakugou fallen for someone for the first time?? And then his eyes widened the furthest as things finally began to click within his confused mind.

He sucked into a sharp gasp, “You mean that model!?”

Bakugou simply scoffed, finally relieving his glare form the ground and focusing his hot gaze on Kirishima, “Yeah, turns out she’s actually a fucking bitch.”

Kirishima’s jaw dropped, “BAKUGOU! That’s the mother of your child! You shouldn’t—”

“She didn’t remember the night at all. I was just another fuck toy for her,” Bakugou stood up and clenched his fists over and over again as if they itched to be slammed against something—tears welling up in his red-hot eyes, “Now tell me if the roles were reversed, how shitty it’d be then, huh?” Kirishima immediately shut his mouth from speaking up anymore as he allowed his friend to release his feelings. It wasn’t often that Bakugou built up enough to let things out this way.

Bakugou scoffed again as he began pacing the room, but Kirishima swore that it had the hint of a cry layered within it somewhere, “they might not even be mine since she likes that ‘fuck toy shit’ so much. That night meant nothing to her…” he threw his arm against the wall, effectively tearing a hole into it

Kirishima jumped a bit from the action as his mind briefly wandered to the security deposit on their lease. He pushed these thoughts away as Bakugou stiffly returned to the bed, his leg bouncing even more fervently than before.

Kirishima simply watched for a moment to allow his friend to simmer down before he spoke up very softly, “But you think it is yours though…”

Bakugou’s eyes snapped up to Kirishima’s, whose eyebrows were furrowed deeply into each other as he stared back.

In all his years of knowing Katsuki Bakugou, Kirishima would have never described his best friend with anything even resembling ‘gullible.’ His gut feeling and instinct were as sharp as ever and hardly ever wrong,

“Must be for a reason then…” he tried to look past the tears that filled up within his best friends eyes but they still left his heart feeling a little heavier than usual, “If you think it’s yours then I’ll have your back no matter what buddy. You’re not alone in this.”

“They.”

“What…” Kirishima eyebrows folded toward the center of his expression.

“She’s having fucking twins.”

“Holy Sh…” Kirishima quickly swallowed his words as he took in the forlorn expression plastered onto his friend’s face. There was no room for him to be shocked right now. He had to be Bakuous ‘rock’ so to speak, “I-I mean congratulations!”

Meanwhile you found yourself studying the woman in the reflection of your mirror. Your eyes trailed every detail of her swollen, red eyes. Then to her hair that was fuller than you had remembered—the beauty of bottled color maybe? You danced over the way that loose strands stuck to the slimy mess of tears and mucosa that had accumulated on your cheeks.

Nasty.

A sharp chuckle came out of you, spittle following not too shortly after, but as it reached your ears it resembled more of a cry.

Okay, that’s enough self loathing for one lifetime.

And with that, you moved away from the mirror; however, as you did so, your sight basically smacked the open cabinet of liquor bottles that you were eyeing earlier.

Okay…. Maybe not quite enough self loathing. Your mouth began watering at the delectable sight. It was a desert after a delicious four course meal. There was always room for more…

With a shake of your head, you brought your hand up to smack these thoughts out of your mind. What was wrong with you? You had been a lot of things in life, but were you really so low to bring yourself to effectively murdering your own children?

That’s what would happen if you drank, right?

You loudly groaned as more tears slipped from your eyes. You really didn’t know shit when it came to this pregnancy thing.

Your mind briefly wondered to Baby Notes Vol 1. You should probably take the time to actually read through it a little. Skimming it wouldn’t kill you.

Physically.

The sudden pounding at your door snapped you almost immediately out of your thoughts.

“Y/N?? Y/N, it’s me!”

With a final pathetic sigh you found yourself gathering up all the alcohol from the cabinets that you could into your arms and placing them in the bathtub before jotting over to the door.

As soon as you opened it Deku barged in and gripped you softly, “I came as soon as you called! What’s up, what's wrong?! Are you okay??” His eyes frantically danced around your wet eyes and red sockets before he allowed them to roam all over you, checking for injury.

He wouldn’t ever think that Kacchan was the type of guy to put his hands on you, especially with how much he’s grown since high school, but the nagging voice in the back of Izuku’s mind fervently reminded him of all of the bruises and burns and numberless emotional scars he accumulated with he was quirkless from his childhood friend.

And here was a woman he deeply cared about-- quirkless—having to spend time alone with said childhood friend.

“What’s wrong??” Izuku found himself repeating as his hands mindlessly wiped the fluid from your cheeks. As soon as he committed the action, however, his face ran completely red and he quickly released you from his grip, so that he could get a grip of himself.

You didn’t notice his slip up, and if you did you sure as hell didn’t care at the moment. There were more pressing matters at hand. Two to be exact, “Twins,” you simply said to him as tears began flowing down your cheeks more furiously.

“Huh? Oh… Oh.” Izuku’s eyes went wide as your words sunk in. As soon as he threw you an obviously apologetic glance you threw yourself into his chest and sobbed throwing him a bit off guard as he barely caught you in his arms.

Izuku’s eyes nervously roamed around your home as if he were searching for the right thing to say to you, but as he made contact with an open pantry in your kitchen, his jaw dropped-- your alcohol pantry.

It was far less full than it had been the last time that he visited, “Y/N… What’s with the… have you been drinking?” he pulled you away from his chest and looked seriously into your eyes.

The sight honestly kind of scared you a little—like a 15-year-old being caught with their first beer-- that is, until you remembered that you were innocent as fuck, “No,” you gave a slight chuckle through your tears at the sudden surge of intimidation, “I need your help getting rid of it.”

You walked away from Izuku for a moment, leaving him confused and a bit wary of where this was going, until you returned with a hammer—leaving him even more concerned,

You were aiming for bad ass Harley Quinn vibes, but you were sure that with a dried trail of tears on your cheeks and the force smile splitting your face you came across like more of a psycho ass Harley Quinn. Furthermore, the look on Deku’s face screamed that you were correct (also it screamed ‘GET THIS GIRL IN A STRAIGHT JACKET!’).

“What are you gonna do with THAT?” Izuku squealed.

“I need to get my favorite bottles out of the house. Stat. and you're gonna help me.” At your words, Deku gave a gigantic sigh of relief, but still kept his eyes glued on the hammer in your hands. You noticed and shrugged a bit, “Smashing things is also really cathartic. I am sure you of all people can agree with that.”

“Heh… Yeah. But are you sure this is okay? I mean, I don't want to raise your blood pressure or anything because--”

“Deku. Less talk, more smash,” you threw a towel in your tub to make clean up a little easier, and so you didn't knock a chunk of tile on your bathtub. You gave Deku one last glance. He was still looking very uncertain, but you threw him a short smile before bringing the hammer down onto a bottle of tequila. The bottle instantly shattered, sending bits of glass throughout your tub. You looked up to give Deku an excited glance, and surprisingly, he returned one right back.

“See? Not so bad!”

But you spoke too soon as the scent kicked you in the fucking nose. It was too far to turn back now. You choked down your nausea and handed Deku the Hammer, “You go ahead and get started. I’ll go get another weapon-- I mean… tool,” you corrected yourself after he sent you a terrified stare.

As you made your way back to the after grabbing your second weapon-- I mean tool a sudden thought crossed your mind. Without hesitation, you pulled your phone out and dialed in,

“Hello?”

“Yes. How may I help you today?” Dr. Yamakawa sounded from the other line.

“It’s Y/N…Y/N L/N…” you trailed off, hoping that you wouldn't have to say the ‘p word’ or anything relating to it.

His old ass better take the hint. To your dismay, his old ass did not take the hint, and a long pause of awkward silence filled the air.

You pursed your lips together in annoyance, “Mama Bakugou,” you clarified through gritted teeth, still dancing around the fact that you were a maternity patient of his.

“Ohhhhh!” He exclaimed, causing your face to fall into an expression of disappointment as he continued, “What can I do for you, Mama Bakugou?!”

This mf. You internally ground and fought the urge to facepalm, “Well. I need you to write a doctors note for me.”

“For…?”

“Work?”

“For your pregnancy? Dear, why don’t you just take maternity leave for that?”

“No.” In the moment you shook your head even knowing that he couldn't see you, “I need a few weeks more before I can tell my job about this… situation. I’m a model. They own me through a contract and I didn't exactly add two roommates to the lease on my body...”

There was a pause on the other line, causing your heart to lurch a bit, but things soon went back to normal when he finally spoke up, “I’ll see what I can do. I’ll email you something.”

You gave one final thanks (and an internal ‘yessss’) before making your way back to the bathroom, “Hey Deku, sorry it took me so long I was just--” you froze at the sight in front of you. The shirt that Izuku wore was completely drenched in liquid and your tub had a gigantic hole on the side.

Your lips fumbled over themselves as you gawked at the spectacle. Deku could only send you a nervous laugh,

“Uh, hahaaa… Can we be done now? This… this burns,” he rapidly blinked the liquid from his eyes as he glances back down to the lot of broken bottles in your tub before throwing your one more pleading glance.

You choked down a laugh, causing it to flee from you in the form of a snort, “Someone had some pent up aggression, huh?”

In response, his face delved into a deep shade of red, “I.. uh..” he had no idea how to answer you when you looked at him like that-- your lips curved into a stunning smirk of a smile. Izuku promptly cleared his throat, “C-can I take a shower?”

“Obviously not that one-- you're totally fixing that by the way Mr. Big Shot Hero,” with a laugh you swiftly made your way to him and carefully grabbed the hammer from his grasp, looking up to see his face dive even deeper into crismon. You flashed a smile at the display. He really was adorable as hell.

You took in his face bit by bit-- his soft, blushed skin, his freckles cheeks, his round eyes. As you digested his expression you swore you could see an entire forest within his stare. Suddenly your heart pinged.

“Uh, Y/N,” Izuku interrupted your thoughts, causing your heart to throb for a different reason as you suddenly realized the proximity of the two of you. You stepped back so fast that your head spun. At least, you hoped that was why your head was spinning,

“You can use my shower.” you said very abruptly as you turned away from him,gesturing him to follow you to your bedroom.

Your bedroom. Your hear throbbed once more. Deep down, you hoped that you were about to have a heart attack or something; however, something within you told you that that probably was not the case. You swallowed hard.

What the fuck was happening?

‘KNOCK kNOCK KNOCK’

The next morning you found yourself stirring awake to a loud succession of banging. Your eyes fluttered open for a moment only before they snapped back shut. The magnet drawing them together and you closer to sleep was much stronger than whatever noise was trying to wake you up, “Mhmfmfm…” you muttered as you rolled over on the couch and pulled the blanket over your head.

Izuku, however, was not one to ignore such an obvious noise and he found himself trudging off of the other sofa he slept on to answer whoever was banging on the door.

‘KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!’

“Coming!” the green haired man tiredly called out as he launched himself toward the front door and swung it open.

The astounded face on the other side of the entrance soon mirrored his own.

“Kacchan!” Izuku exclaimed.

Bakugou’s shocked expression very quickly contorted into one of pure rage, “What the hell is going on here?!” He screamed causing you to jolt awake as you threw the blanket over your head. You found yourself fumbling up as Bakugou continued to scream pointed to Deku, “The fuck is he here for??”

You made your way over to the two men- one seemingly terrified, and the other obviously enraged. As your head began lifting from the daze of sleep, you crossed your arms and glared at Bakugou, “He spent the night helping me with something,” you shook your head, trying to free yourself from the oncoming headache, “Hey, better question: why are you here?”

Bakugou seemed to swallow his own tongue as his jaw clenched shut, “I wanted to… uh…” he glared at the ground as he tried to find his next words. Shit. why was this so fucking hard? He should have never listened to that Shitty Hair and come over here. Bakugou scoffed to himself before redirecting his stern gaze back toward you, “Come with me.”

You could only blink.

What kind of caveman talk…You tilted your head as you fleetingly threw a confused glance toward Deku, who only shrugged in response.

Bakugou quickly grew tired of yours and Dekus silent conversation, “You wanna hang out or not??” he growled before throwing another heated finger toward Deku, “And he can’t come.”

“I was just heading out anyways. It’s no big deal really!” Izuku defensively threw his hands up as if to show Bakugou that he was no threat at all. He went to gather a few of his belongings from the sofa he slept on before throwing Bakugou one more gaze-- this one a lot more astute.

A majority of Midoriya’s mind told him that there was nothing to worry about at all, but there was still a small section of him that couldn't shake the memories of how Bakugou treated him as a quirkless child. Izuku knew that he would never hurt you! But… just in case…

“You take care of her Kacchan,” the tone came off pleadingly but the look in his eyes was a bit stern. You had never seen this portion of Deku before and it almost instantly caused your chest to thud, harshly reminding you of last night’s sensations. Shit.

“Don't tell me what the fuck to do, Deku. Those are my kids in there. Not yours. You just remember that,” Bakugou scoffed, causing Izuku’s expression to falter ever so slightly before he fixed it again.

Your jaw dropped at the sheer bluntness of his statement, “Kacchan, what the f--”

“I guess you’re right, Kacchan,” Izuku began, “Sorry if I crossed a boundary,” he smiled at Bakugou-- who only huffed in return-- and quickly turned to you, making the tightness in your chest worse, “Bye, Y/N!” Izuku smiled, almost too innocently, considering the raging war in your gut at the moment.

You smiled back-- a feeble attempt at masking the inner turmoil ravaging your insides. “Peace, bb,” you gave him a weak hug before gesturing him out of your home. You threw him one final smile before shutting the door. You instantly whipped your head back around the the blonde brat behind you, “What. The. Fuck!?”

“I already told you. I want to hang out.”

“Are you fucking allergic to texting or some shit??” you yelled, “You just waltz in like you own the damn place and demand me to ‘Ohhh ahhh wo-man! come with me, wo-man’,” you renacthed his prehistoric behavior.

Bakugou felt his muscles tighten in response to your taunting. Your loud nature, mixed with the confrontational behavior was reminding him way too much of his own mother. He swore on his life that he would never end up with a woman like her and yet, here he was standing in front of her fucking carbon copy. The thought made him sick as he groaned in frustration,

“Shitty hair was fucking wrong!” Bakugou spat, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion as he continued, “The last thing I want to do is hang out with a bitching hag like you!!”

Your jaw dropped, “Excuse me??” You have heard pretty much every other insult in the book hurdled at you, but ‘hag’ was never one of them. You laughed, “I wasn’t a hag when you fucked me all night, huh?!”

“Yeah? I don't know what was wrong with me then. You are way different when I am not pumped full of alcohol, apparently.”

Your laughter immediately ceased, “Whatever. you came up to me and confessed your love like a raging SIMP, and now all of a sudden I’m a bitch?

“Fuck! Well, I got to know you past a pretty, stupid, fucking face!”

You blinked in shock. The unfamiliar feeling of your heart sinking into the pit of your stomach overwhelmed you as hurt surrounded your face. Practically your entire life, being beautiful has been a mask of sorts for your overwhelming failures. Still, here this man was-- practically a stranger-- seeing past your facade, looking directly into the steaming pile of shit that you truly were. Your eyes suddenly became warm as tears filled them,

“Then why the fuck are you even here, asshole?? TO PISS ME OFF?” you shouted, throwing your hands by your side and clenching them so tightly that your nails dug into your skin.

“BECAUSE I WANTED TO KNOW ALL OF YOU!” he screamed back. The shocking words fled out from under his harsh tone and stunned you as your brain processed them. You felt your fist unfurl a bit as he continued, “I wanted to know you. Good and bad. Bitchy and not. You're carrying my children… I want to know them,” he finished, almost defeated. This tell of emotion was obviously the last thing he wanted to be doing, you could tell.

Still, it meant a lot for some reason that he felt that he could do this with you “Oh,” you breath out, unable to articulate much else.

“Oh?!” he angrily repeated. Bakugou felt his face shrivel in disgust. He just poured out his being to you once more for you to trample on it like a fucking gymnast mat. However, as Bakugou formed his mouth to say something else, you halted him,

“Go… have a seat,” you gestured to the couch, blinking the accumulating liquid in your eyes away. The blond could only shoot a lone eyebrow up in response, causing you to sigh in exasperation, “Well, Are you just gonna stand there looking like that, or what?” he gave you one final scoff before making his way to one of your couches and seating himself comfortably, propping one of his feet on your coffee table as he glared at the non functioning television.

“Welcome, I guess. I am sure you’ll have no issue making yourself comfortable,” you deadpanned, eyeing his propped up legs, “I’ll go make us some… tea?” you suggested , but no answer came from him, “Tea it is.”

You rolled your eyes before trudging away. You always loved green tea, but for some reason the smell had been killing you lately, so you opted for peppermint tea instead. It was inferior by, far, but it matched the inferior, pathetic life that you had adopted recently.

Jeez. How much self deprecation can you fit into one week? Would this have any effect on the babies? If so, they’d probably come out singing RnB or some shit in the maternity ward. They’d have already stressed dyed hair and an entire Tumblr dedicated to sad aesthetics before they reached their first birthday, for god's sake.

You vehemently shook your head to once again get rid of the oncoming headache that snuck in with these disgusting thoughts, “So Kacchan!” you called out as you walked back to the living room, “What do you wanna know?”

“Don’t call me that,” he simply barked.

“What?”

“Don’t call me that name. I fucking hate it.”

You snorted and took a seat next to his glaring figure. You tried not to notice how he shifted further away from you as you sat down, “I am sure Deku disliked being called worthless his whole life too,” you smirked up at him, “I bet he fucking hated it.”

The atmosphere seemed to once more shift into a much heavier tone after your statement and the room fell quiet for a few beats. Bakugou’s small glare morphed into a much more forced one. It was as if he was trying to use the glare to hide another feeling, you noticed.

Finally, he spoke, “How much do you know.”

You tilted your head into another shrug, “Enough to know that you probably hate the fact that I am quirkless.”

His face contorted into one of pure disgust as the glareful mask he wore faded away like yesterday’s lunch. “I don’t give a fuck,” he argued, but the look you sent him showed no sign of believing it. Bakugou’s disgust deepened, but he made sure to control it enough to where you didn't know that it was directed towards himself.

“Oh really? Let’s see if you can keep that same energy when one of your kids pops out without that flashy quirk of yours,” Of course his face fell, just as you suspected it would. Just like it had for multiple other men you had told.

Most men’s pride utterly shrivels into dust as soon as the pretty girl in front of them-- the one that they fantasize about having a dream life with-- ends up telling them that they are quirkless. As soon as the words fall out of your mouth, the men's dreamy gaze effectively shatters alongside their hopes and dreams concerning you.

Nobody wants to pass weakness onto their children.

“You know what? I think I’ll go first,” you snapped him out of the uncomfortable, uncharacteristic silence, and he gave you an irritated, questioning glance, “You wanted to play 20 questions with me, or whatever. No limitations, okay? And I have the first question for you,” you explained before sending him a challenging gaze, “How could someone so full of hate truly aspire to be a hero?”

You expected him to blow up at you-- to scream, and yell and argue that you were wrong.

Yet.

The slightly apologetic, yet stern look on his face threw you for an absolute loop, “I wanted to win.” he simply answered. Somehow his matter of a factness was worse for you than any furious defensive scenario you had conjured in your mind, but as you went to open your mouth with a roll of your eyes, he halted you,

“That was when I was younger, “ he sharply clarified, “I wanted to win more than anything. To be better than everyone else—and that hasn’t changed but there's more to it now. I have to protect the people I care about—like my idiot roommates—I want to make sure we all come home safe by the end of the night.”

Once again he had thrown you off with a surprisingly normal non-caveman response, “That was actually…”

“My turn,” Bakugou abruptly cut you off, “How many men the you fuck this past few months?”

Your jaw dropped.

And back to Neanderthal you mother fucking guess! “Are you fucking kiddin—”

“You said no limitations,” he gruffly stated.

You bit your tongue and shot him a glare that could match his own before giving a sharp sigh, “Four during the last year. You were the last and the only one during the month I… conceived,” you swallowed as the word left a bitter taste in your mouth, “My turn. What about you?”

“What.”

“How many women the past year?”

“Why the hell does it matter?” Bakugou argued. Your eyes shot down to his body as it shifted around even further from you. From his body language you could tell that his answer was sure to be outrageously high.

He was an extremely attractive guy after all. Those rippling arms were nothing to fuck around with. His red hot eyes could melt steel beams with a passing glance. The chisel of his permanently hardened expression could slice through even the most secured of panties.

Yes. and there was no denying that he was a sex god in his own right.

It also didn't help that his temperament sucked, so you doubted he had had many long term relationships. He had all of the ingredients of a man whore stirring within him.

“I’m just curious,” you shrugged.

Bakugou threw his glare away from you for a moment as he contemplated on whether or not to answer your stupid question. He had his own questions to ask you still so he guessed that he didn't really have a choice if he wanted his answers,“...One.”

Your jaw dropped, “Seriously?” as his face fell into a furious shade of red you were smacked with a sudden realization,

“Kacchan, did you... lose your virginity to m...?” He glared even further away from you, but you could still see his ears falling even deeper into red-- effectively giving you your answer, “Oh my…” he trailed off. No wonder he was so fucking head over heels for you! Through your discomfort a horribly timed joke flew past your lips,

“You knocked her up on the first try huh? You’ve got some super swimmers,” you half laughed, but Bakugou obviously didn't find anything funny about it as he snarled angrily as you,

“Shut up!” he barked, throwing a pillow at you, “My turn. What’s up with you and that shitty Deku?”

The pillow hit you, but it was really his question that had smacked you in the face. Your chest thudded, and you prayed to whoever was listening that he couldn't see the racing of your heart, “He’s just a friend! A really good friend to me. Probably my first actual friend ever,” you said this as a joke, but obviously forgot who you were talking to.

“You didn’t make any in high school?” Bakugou’s face twisted up disbelievingly.

“Never went. Couldn’t afford the tuition...” now it was you who was uncomfortably shifting from him.

“Your parents didn’t help you out?”

“Slow down there, buckaroo,” you laughed, but his face remained as stern as ever as you continued, “That’s like three questions In a row for you. My turn.”

Luckily he caught the hint and didn't press upon the subject any further.

Through the night, you found out a lot of things about him. He was actually younger than you by a few years at twenty years old. His parents were both fashion designers (probably the biggest fucking shock to you considering his choice of black shirts and flannels) and that he was working on making his own hero agency since he had already climbed up the ranks in Japan.

Your game, however, was cut short by the growling of your stomach.

Bakugou almost immediately stood up, surprising you as he walked to your kitchen. Well, you did say ‘make yourself at home’ but this was a little upfront wasn't it? He soon yelled to you from the kitchen as you sat in shock still, “What do you have to eat in this shit hole?!”

Shit hole? You glance around at the decorations and clean atmosphere that you pride yourself on. That jerk. Your house was not a shit hole! “You can eat shit if you want. I’m not hungry.”

“The hell are you talking about? I just heard your stomach growling.”

You shrugged, “Just indigestion. I get a lot of stomach issues with these things inside of me,” the sudden clanging of pots and pan in your kitchen startled you, “What the hell are you doing??” you called out before marching to your kitchen.

You found him rummaging through your cabinets, stopping momentarily to judgmentally eye your still plentiful liquor cabinet for a moment before moving on, “You can starve yourself all you fucking want, but you're not fucking starving my kids.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his accusation, “I’m not starving.”

“You think I’m fucking blind?”

“I have to stay in shape for work. Just like you I am sure,” you walked up to him and grabbed a bicep for demonstration, but he quickly threw your hand away from him as his face fell into a bout of shock. He quickly regained himself,

“Whatever,” he grunted before swinging open your refrigerator.

“What are y—Hey!” you yelped as he began haphazardly throwing food onto one of your counters.

“Is all you have in here rabbit food? Jesus fucking Christ,” he ignored your cries and began throwing certain items together and heating up a pot of water.

You couldn't help but blink at the display. He seemed pretty natural in the kitchen and that in itself was unnatural considering his caveman persona, “You... cook?” you felt uneasy.

“You don’t?”

Honestly, your diet consisted of salads and ramen since you were 15, so cooking wasn't a necessity. You reluctantly shook your head at him.

He looked completely disappointed and disgusted with you but, hey, what else is new? Bakugou scoffed, “Well you’re gonna have to learn how now. Pay attention.”

You rolled your eyes at him. If you wanted fucking Gordon Ramsey bitching you around in the kitchen you would have clicked on that stupid ad that always popped up on your Youtube. Then again, Bakugou was more of a Guy Fieri with that spiky hair of his.

Whatever.

You guessed learning how to cook one meal wouldn't be too terrible,

“What are you stirring the water for if you didn’t put anything in it yet?”

“It helps it heat up faster, idiot.”

“Do you actually throw the noodles on the wall to see if they’re finished?”

Bakugou threw you a frown, “If you’re a fucking dumbass,” he said, moving you aside as he began stirring a saucer filled with vegetables. He completely disregarded your yelp as he moved you as a parade of thoughts bombarded his mind.

He would have to come over more and keep you and his kids fed if you truly didn’t know how to cook. He scoffed and his stirring hand more slightly more erratically with frustration. What kind of grown woman didn't know how to cook pasta?

His thoughts were halted by a loud squelch that sounded through the air. He immediately threw his gaze up to the wall in front of his face and his expression fell at the sight. He growled, snapping his gaze back toward you by the pot of pasta, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” his furious glare danced between you and the wet noodle that stuck to the wall.

“I wanted to see if it would actually stick! Don’t get your balls in a twist, it was one noodle!”

“So damn wasteful,” Bakugou ground his teeth as he frustratedly scrapped the starchy pasta off of your wall. He opened his mouth to tell you just this, but immediately snapped it back shut as he felt something being thrown at his head, “that better not be what I think it is…” he snarled through his teeth as he eyed food dangling from one of the spines of his hair.

“Don’t worry, Kacchan. It’s not a worm,” you laughed, but your giddiness was soon cut off as a hot noodle was thrown back in your direction. You could only blink as it stuck itself on your nose.

“Hmph,” the corners of Bakugou’s lips slowly curled into a smirk, “It’s a good look on you, noodle face,” You laughed but once again was cut off. The brief sound of his laugh coinciding with your own shocked you.

His smile slowly died down as he caught wind of you gawking at him. He cleared his throat, “Are you done being a child? I’m ready to enjoy my good ass cooking.”

However, you didn't answer him as you once again found a smile creeping onto your face. He rolled his eyes and began making himself a plate of food, but he quickly grew tired of you smiling at him like some bimbo,

“What?!” He snapped, “You want another noodle to the face.”

You shook your head as you shuffled past him to serve yourself a plate, “No.. just you have a nice laugh.”

He scoffed, “That all you're eating?” he completely disregarded your comment but you decided to let it die too,

“I don’t see you with any food on your plate,” you shrugged, “I’d be more worried about yourself if I were you,” you winked at him before setting down at the table.

The night went pretty well after that. So well, in fact, that the two of you decided to have “parental meetings” every few days so that Bakugou could teach you how to cook. You ended up learning how to make 10 more dishes within the next three weeks.

Bakugou and you didn't exactly become close, but there were far less screaming matches than there had been in your first few meetings. You still didn't know him very well, but he wasn't necessarily a stranger anymore.

It was… nice.

The next check up came very quickly because of your lack of employment and your dates-- err um… “parental meetings” with Bakugou.

“Your twins should be about the size of avocados now! We’ll check again with a routine ultrasound. We do have the DNA tests in for you all so I’ll just go and run for those real quick.. well walk briskly. You don’t do an awful lot of running at my age.”

“I don’t do an awful lot of running now,” you joked, and Bakugou sent you a stern glare that screamed, ‘don’t encourage him.’ you shrugged as the doctor walked out of the room.

It was silent for what seemed like forever. You and Bakugou still weren't very good at sparking conversations, but eventually he spoke up as you laid back on the exam table, “You're really fucking showing now.”

You brows instantly came together, high fiving each other in your state of being roasted, “Thanks...” you deadpanned.

The look on your face sent a wave of hurt through the blond’s heart.

What the hell. It was like he felt your hurt. For the first time in a long time, Bakugou actually regretted his choice of words. He glared at the ground as he attempted to change the subject, “You’ve been eating, right?”

“How else Would I be sitting here, looking fat and talking to you, Kacchan.”

“I told you don’t call me that,” he paused, as if he were really considering his next statement, “Call me Katsuki,” he finally dragged out.

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, Kacchan.”

Just as Bakugou open his mouth the no doubt scream at you, Dr. Yamakawa entered the room,

“Mama Bakugou! We have some really good news. Everything seems fine with the twins according to the DNA testing. One is a little small right now, but it’s completely normal for there to be a dominant twin so to speak. No genetic abnormalities or health concerns,” you saw Bakgou visibly stiffen at this before relaxing as the doctor continued, “’Cept for you.”

You shook your head, blinking heavily as if you’d just been punched in the brow, “Me?”

“You do have a concerning BMI—you tend to lean a little towards underweight. I understand you are in the profession of modeling correct,” he said very, curtly, “You need to add more calories to your daily intake. You wont need to ‘eat for three” as they say, but you do need to put on some substantial pounds or you will risk a premature birth..”

You had no fucking idea what to say to that. ‘Nice?’ ‘Cool beans.’ ‘fucking just give me the mother of the year award already!’ You felt your chest tighten and suddenly you realized you hadn't been breathing. You sucked in abruptly, causing the doctor to take a step towards you,

“You're looking a little flushed there, Mama Bakugou.”

“Well how else is she supposed to respond when you tell her like that, old man?!” Bakugou snapped, causing both you and the doctor to gawk at him.

“Kacchan! What the fuck don’t talk to him like that, jerk!”

Bakugou scoffed, throwing his glare, much more pouty this time-- to the jar of cotton balls on the counter of the office.

“It wouldn't help either of you to sugar coat this, son,” the doctor sighed, “You have made it this far along in her pregnancy. Miscarriage is substantially less likely but if you want to give these babies a better chance, I’d suggest higher caloric intake.”

Needless to say, Bakugou did not leave the doctor's office that day a very pleasant man. He would angrily stalk ahead of you a for a few moments before pausing and grumbling about how ‘fucking slow’ you were as you caught up before the cycle would start all over again. You could only take this for so long, however,

“What!?” you yelled suddenly as the grumbling phase of his cycle began once more, “Will you stop fucking brooding already and speak your mind—”

He instantly snapped his face towards your own to stare into your eyes. You fumbled back a bit as the intense vermilion bore into you. You opened your mouth to speak but his serious expression exclaimed something before yours could,

“I wanna move in with you.”

You paused. You couldn't have fucking heard that right.

He… wants to...

“What…?” you mouthed.

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weaselbeaselpants · 4 years

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I have a lot to say and not enough time to say it. It hurts, but ya’ll know what this is about so if you want my full fandom retrospective opinion thing guys, here.

I’ve been following Vivienne’s art and career since I found her on dA in 2009. I’ve basically grown up with her and have a wide range of opinions up and down her collective work. I must stress that I do not know her as a person and no matter how critical I get in my personal time if I somehow met her in real life or converse with her online again (like, back in the day we went back and forth. She was pretty nice to me), I’d be humble and congratulate her for her success.

Critique does not, EVER equate to attacking people.

But

the reason I don’t call myself a VivziePopVivzmind-fan is the exact same as to why I don’t like the proud use of ‘anti’. Let me try and explain -

The vast majority of Viv fans are just that: fans. Viv’s one of their favorite artists and they’re happy for her and obviously defensive when some mouth breather pops into their fan discussion calling her and all of them trash. Quite a lot of the Hazbin fans I know in my circle of friends are all pretty accepting and agree on the problematic notions and implications of her work.

HOWEVER, there’s a vocal minority in the VivziePop fandom that were and still are toxic. Their specific interest in Viv back in the day was toxic...and now that she’s moved on into a successful career I doubt they’ve gone away, considering the things I’ve heard. These people - they’d flood Viv’s comments sections and stuff with messages like they were talking to her when they weren’t and they’d unironically call her a god in a way that feels like gaslighting, ex: “I’ll NEVER be as good as you Viv! My art is just sooooo unpopular oh god you are incredible no one will ever like you as much as meeeee”. It made me uncomfortable. It made me not want to be around her because these people took Viv’s role in their lives so seriously and their demand for her attention...it struck a nerve.

These same fans have been around long enough to see actual shitlords - the likes of Kiwifarms and tapatalk wikis - come in and actually harass Viv. Viv’s been sent revenge porn by sick freaks who think they’re funny and believe she deserves it. No. In my non-name fan bystander opinion, Viv’s got some shit to work on, but no one deserves raperevenge porn. EVER. It was genuinely bad and yes Viv and her base have every reason to NOT TRUST these communities. Unfortunately, when these incidents happened, these particular fans took it upon themselves to gatekeep the fandom and act like Viv’s unofficial guard against any kind of decenting opinion of her, all without her say so.

((to the critics who will be all “but Viv or Faust said THIS to their fans-”, like I said, Viv’s far from perfect but regardless of how much she prolly wanted people to side with her I’m gonna guess that she didn’t want people sending transphobic death threats to DollCreep. Again, and this is coming from a bystander here, I have a feeling Viv knows about some of the toxicity but doesn’t know how/want to address it - which is a conversation all it’s own.))

This particular breed of VivziePop “fan” holds so much toxicity in her fandom(s). They aren’t the only cause, but they’re there. They feel entitled to her attention and her approval. They creep me out. Having spoken to other much-less critical admitted fans of Viv around me, these fans appear to creep everyone else out and put the rest of the fandom on edge. They’re gatekeepers. They’re creeps. Like the bronies and SU fans of yestertodayyears, they know harassment exists and that people have crossed the line - so they think any means is necessary to prevent that is automatically good. I could pile together all the incidents and folks who’ve had bad runs ins with this aftershock of Viv-obsession, but I do have a life of my own and this post is already stupid long so I’ll just list out the biggest examples and provide receipts when asked.

Critical blogs have gotten RAPE and death threats because they don’t like Viv’s art. HonestZoophobiaCriticisms, a blog I interracted with back in the day, def got one. Now Viv’s opinion of crit-blogs is that they’re “bad takes” but I can assure you she doesn’t want that shit being said on her behalf.

I’ve seen young artists get blacklisted from sites and forums cause they so much as post a redesign. Viv and co get told through the grapevine that someone’s making hatespeech and so preemptively block said person (prolly cause they’re in the middle of WORKING and can’t deal right now) only to find out after the fact that no, it was just a kid drawing their version of her characters. There’s serious miscommunication issues within the fandom about who’s ‘good’ or ‘bad’ and once you get the actual staff involved in this game of telephone you’re begging for trouble. The problem acknowledged, however, it’s souly from the “Viv never did anything wrong camp”. No word is said about how ugly the fandom is under the surface it’s all one type of person’s fault and not complicated’. Blah

I’ve only ever had ONE obsessive ‘fan’ who’d stalk me, mock me, and then redraw my art just to get attention from me. That shit fucked with my head. As a follower hundreds of miles away from Viv who’s agreed/disagreed with her through the years - I absolutely believe her when she says she hates ‘creeps’ and that she doesn’t want anyone in her fandom spreading hate on her behalf. It’s the one thing about her I’m POSITIVELY sure of. Whether she believes that said underlying harassment exists and/or is even a problem within her fandoms is anyone’s guess. That’s not what I’m here for. I’m here to write stupid blog entries like this, talk about fandoms and media and how they and the real world affect one another, and rb fan art I like. I’m cautiously optimistic fan with a side of salt.

Mixed opinions and critique within a fandom CAN and SHOULD exist. Hazbin Hotel has been greenlit by a studio! It has a product line of merchandise you buy. Helluva Boss is getting eight more episodes this coming year (yeeee:3yeeee). Two of Viv’s properties are now products. Nothing is immune from critique. And in critique you will find a lot of people who are not ‘nice’. Critique or analysis doesn’t have to be nice. There will be, in Viv’s words’ ‘bad takes’ on her writing. Maybe they will be actual CinemaSins-styled bad takes or maybe Viv is just mad that people don’t love and feel inspired by her characters the way she wants them to - it’s a fact she’s going to have to get used to.

((TBH, I’m pretty sure she’s already realized that criticism of all types need to exist. It’s just that, again, her and the SpindleHorse staff are kind of overwhelmed by all matter of takes and opinions coming their way they kinda can’t deal weeding out the fair ones from the assholes, so she lumps them all together.))

Shitposters, ironic fans, unironic fans, critical fans, just critics of Hazbin and Helluva CAN and WILL exist. They should exist and not feel threatened by the megafandom. There are people out there who are one step further and rightfully bothered by Hazbin/Helluva’s use of incorrect symbols, portrayal of certain topics, and the response by creators. These people have strong opinions and are actually disgusted by Viv. They deserve to exist too and should not be vilified because, like me, they’re commentary doesn’t consist of anything personal towards the people at Spindlehorse or the fans of her works. They can rant, they can be professional, they can be petty and they can be fair. But they will exist. You have to deal with it.

I am an ADD/OCD ridden autistic woman with serious anxiety issues who has no one to talk to half the time and so only HAS my fandom to communicate with. But that’s just it - it’s a fandom. A community. You have to learn to not think souly of yourself and of others in a community. A fandom doesn’t exist just for you or any one person. You have the right to be angry and defend or be offended. And it’s in the spirit of that that I ask, prrraaaaaay even, that I please

NOT BE CALLED AN “ANTI-ANTI” for not liking the moniker?!

I DON’T TO BE AN “ANTI”. Not ironically, not unironically. ‘Anti’ should be for politics and shit like pedophiles, necrophiles, nazis, serial killer stans, Trump, racists, antisemites, terfs, animal abusers, rapists, and antivaxxers. Anti should only come into critical media analysis when these ethical issues follow suit IN TO fandom discussion. ((EX: Anime and MLP proudly waving their cp and non-con into the public eye; Hazbin appropriating cultural symbols which are not satanic; Basically anything that concerns John K or Butch Hartman.))

If your DNI list unironically consists of the entirety of one fandom: CONGLATURATIONS! You have done the exact same thing these particular creepy Viv fans have done: monopolize the conversation. And yes, people I’m referring to, IT’S STILL A PROBLEM EVEN IF YOU’RE FIGHTING RACISM/SEXISM/HOMOTRANSPHOBIA.

There are hundreds of Vivziefans who ARE more critical, accepting of faults, interested in discussion and especially rewrite and redesign stuff who would LOVE to engage with you and give you a follow. There’s hundreds of people who no doubt agree with you!

But the thing I’ve seen these very proud AntiHazbinVivzieHelluvaWhatever blogs do is lash out at fans for continuing to like Viv and consume Viv’s art in a healthy way. What the actual fuck is your problem?

I get it. Say a crazy Hazbin fan gets on your case for even SUGGESTING Viv could be homophobic ((”SHE’SBIANDWORKSWITHGAYPPLblahablahblah”)). They get in your face, make some callouts, try to rile up support against you, leave disgusting harassment throughout your social media? Absolutely ban worthy. After that it’s perfectly understandable why you don’t want to engage with anything HHHBZPVivzierelated because you’re so fucking tired of being labeled an abuser or “just jealous” for having an opinion on a show you don’t like. I’m with you!

But,

A fan agrees that something in the canon is bad or that Viv did something they don’t like?

A fan likes your silly shitpost meme?

A fan asks if they can like Hazbin and follow you at the same time?

A fan does fan art of something you don’t like?

If your response to any of these ^^^ things is to get LOUD and accusatory, Vivsplain them about how they’re an absolutely awful person to ever question YOUR opinion, or just block them without a second thought? You’re a petty, vendictive shit and you also need to learn to let things go. I’m sorry but you do. As I already said, Viv’s work is a brand at this point, not just the work of a singular person. As such, there are gonna be mixed opinions and you can’t judge every single one of these people by what they like. You’re a shitty critic with a shitty attitude and yes that will demean the value of what you’re saying. This is bad because, if you’re trying to point out how Angel Dust’s abuse IS handled terribly; gay rep in Viv’s work is weak and terrible; the show appropriates closed practices; the fandom makes excuses for predatory artists and creepy behavior and individuals who have sketchy pasts - I’M WITH YOU. WE NEED TO BE TALKING ABOUT THIS SHIT. JUST BECAUSE THESE ARE ADULT CARTOONS SET IN HELL MEANS THERE SHOULD BE ANYTHING CLOSE TO 2013 PONY-TUMBLR. <<<---- this shit is as important to me as it is to you and I really don’t like being called an abuser or apologist for saying “hey maybe blowing up at ppl for the shows they like ISN’T the way to go about this”.

But I have, just like the good old days of 2015 Zoophobia of yore, been blocked because I admit to being tired of ‘Anti’ being equated to ‘critical’. Same with hater.

Critical DOES NOT = Anti+Hater. I’m fucking tired of people saying it does and I’m tired of people taking up the term as some weird form of fandom reappropriation. It’s stupid.

Tl;dr: Once upon a time, I was in a budding fandom for something I liked made by an indie artist I watched on dA. I wanted to be a bigger fan than I was already, but was told by toxic people within said fandom that I couldn’t be part of it for reasons they’d made up in their head about my ‘motives’ against Viv. My admiration for Viv or what I liked about Zoophobia didn’t matter because I thought the story was really rushed and people weren’t being truthful with how they really felt about it - ergo, I HAD TO GO.

Flash forward 8 years later- My opinion of Viv’s body of work has changed but I still find myself in love with her style and some of her characters. I want to be on a forum or service that gives a healthy look at the problems there are with this series and fandom...and I’m met repeatedly by petty bs where people are again at each other’s throats. And yes, I do think it’s causing more harm than good especially when you insist there’s a “x person shouldn’t be trusted” mentality when fighting actual fucking racist, xenophobic, predatory bullshit.

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yusuke-of-valla · 4 years

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“Please List An Emergency Contact”

[A/N]: Despite popular belief, I can write fluff. Occasionally.

Anyway, this was inspired by a convo with @askmarietheapprentice

Also on Ao3

It’s late in the afternoon when the last customer leaves, and Sojiro is drying the dishes, resigning himself to another slow day at the cafe. Hopefully as the weather gets colder, more people will be coming in for a cup of coffee, but at the moment it’s just him and Futaba.

Sojiro puts away the last glass, and starts flipping through channels when his phone buzzes. He doesn’t recognize the number, but answers it anyway.

“Hello, is this Sojiro Sakura?”

“Who’s asking?”

“I’m calling from Kosei High, Yusuke Kitagawa has a fever and we need you to come pick him up.”

Sojiro blinks. “I’m sorry?”

“Is this not Sojiro Sakura?” The woman on the phone repeats.

“No, it is, I’m just-” Why are you calling me is what Sojiro wants to ask, but obviously the answer to that is there’s no one else to call, so… “Alright, I’ll leave right now.” He hangs up and starts taking off his apron.

Futaba doesn’t look up from her game— it’s a new one Ren got for her, and Sojiro can’t help but smile at that fact. He can barely believe it, but he’s grateful for how well the two of them get along— and it takes him a few tries before he’s got her attention.

“I’ve gotta go pick up that artist kid.” Sojiro says. “Would you be alright here alone or do you want me to walk you back to the house?”

Futaba puts down her game and swivels off the chair. “What’s up with Inari?”

“He’s got a fever, and apparently it’s bad enough that he needs someone to pick him up.” Sojiro pauses. Does he even know where Yusuke’s school is ?

“How bad?” Futaba asks.

Sojiro shrugs. “I’ll see when I get there, I guess.”

“Can I come with you?”

Sojiro strokes his goatee. “I guess, if you’re up for it.”

“Alright, let’s go!” Before Sojiro can say anything Futaba runs out the door and towards Sojiro’s car, and Sojiro sighs.

These kids are going to be the death of him.

----

Yusuke’s school is even bigger than Shujin, with a wholeass chandelier in the foyer. Sojiro talks to the receptionist at the desk while Futaba looks around. She doesn’t stray too far— she enjoys not getting caught off guard and ending up a panicked mess on the floor— but makes out what looks like a peacock stat- wait it moved. That’s a live peacock. What even is this place?

“Futaba!” Sojiro calls, breaking her from her thoughts. She makes a mental note to look up the laws for keeping peacocks as school mascots. The nurse’s office isn’t that far from the entrance, and Yusuke is lying on one of the cots. Sojiro talks to the nurse while Futaba does the natural thing and pulls a pencil off the nurse’s desk to poke Yusuke in the side.

“Inari? You awake?”

Yusuke opens his eyes and turns towards her. His brow furrows but he doesn’t say anything, just turns back and stares at the ceiling.

“Rude.” Futaba huffs. “We came all this way to pick you up and you won’t even say ‘hi’?”

Yusuke just bats his hand at her and Futaba rolls her eyes. “Come on, don’t make me lug you out of bed. I don’t wanna get your germs on me.” When Yusuke still doesn’t respond, she waves her hand in front of his face as annoyingly as possible to get any sort of reaction out of him. Even this far away she can feel the heat radiating off of him.

“Futaba leave him alone.” Sojiro says.

“He won’t even talk.” Futaba replies. “Is he going to be ok, he should be telling me to stop or something.”

“He’ll be fine.” Sojiro says. He walks over to Yusuke. “Hey, kid, you ready to go?”

Yusuke frowns again, biting his lip, but slowly gets up. He wobbles a little as he tries to stand and Sojiro offers him his shoulder. “Alright, let’s go.” Sojiro says.

As they head back towards the car, Futaba pulls out her phone and texts the group chat

aliBABEba: Inari’s sick and he’s super out of it.

aliBABEba: It’s bad enough that the school had to call someone to pick him up.

Masqueraider Queen: Wait what’s going on?

aliBABEba: Sojiro got a call about him being sick and we went to pick him up and now I’m worried because Idk if he even registered that I was there for like 5 minutes while he was staring at me.

aliBABEba: he’s probably not dying or anything, right?

Caramen Crepes: Futaba it’s alright. Yusuke’ll be fine. He probably just has the flu or something

bull in a china shop: Ann’s right. I got the flu once in middle school and I could barely stay awake, yusuke’s prolly tired

They wait in front of the school for Sojiro to bring the car around, and after about a minute, Yusuke starts shivering.

“Want my coat?” Futaba offers, slipping it off and holding it up to him. She’d offer to put it on him but, well. She’s short, he’s not, and she doesn’t want to tell him to lean down in case he just collapses on the sidewalk.

Yusuke, for his part, manages to take the coat and wrap it around himself like a cloak

“Better?” Futaba asks, but before Yusuke can respond Sojiro pulls up. They get in the back and pull away from the sidewalk into traffic.

aliBABEba: on our way back

Neo Featherman J : good, I’ll see you guys when I get back.

“Ren’s going to meet us when he gets home,” Futaba says, and Yusuke nods (well that might’ve just been the car bumping around making his head move but it doesn’t really matter, does it?)

“So uh, how you feeling? Tired or anything? You gonna puke?” Futaba asks.

Yusuke doesn’t say anything.

“Ok, still not up to talking.” Futaba says. “Hey, Sojiro, do we have a bag in case he pukes in the car? He gets motion sick sometimes.”

The car comes to a stop and Sojiro reaches into the glove compartment and starts looking for something.

Sojiro fishes out a plastic bag from the glove compartment and hands it to the back, where Futaba passes it along to Yusuke.

“Thanks.” Yusuke mutters as traffic starts again.

Caramen Crepes : so should we stop over after school to see how he's doing?

Neo Featherman J : i don't think we want to crowd him.

Haru (funny contact name pending) : we could make him a get well basket and bring it over tomorrow if he's better.

Caramen Crepes : ooh nice! You could even by a whole bunch of fancy chocolates for him

bull in a china shop: i don't think chocolate is good for someone who's sick. You want, like subtler foods.

Caramen Crepes: white chocolate

bull in a china shop : well that's not good for anyone, sick or not.

Caramen Crepes: blasphemy

Neo Featherman J : whit chocolate itself is blasphemous

Caramen Crepes: o_o

Caramen Crepes: ren how can you SAY that

Caramen Crepes : I thought we were friends

Neo Featherman J : Morgana says he likes white chocolate

Caramen Crepes: THANK YOU

bull in a china shop: cats can't even eat chocolate

Neo Featherman J : he's also never eaten chocolate before, so I don't know how much that counts

Caramen Crepes : SHUT UP

“The others’re talking about getting you a get well basket or something. Want anything?” Futaba says.

“No.”

“You sure? Cause if you don’t say anything, Ann’s going to fill it with white chocolate to prove a point.”

“I-” Suddenly, Yusuke doubles over and pukes into the bag.

“You alright?” Sojiro asks.

“Y-yeah.” Yusuke says, before doing it again. “T-there’s not much, don’t worry.” He heaves one more time, then lies back with a groan.

“I’ll get us back as soon as possible.” Sojiro says.

Yusuke just closes his eyes again and leans back.

Sojiro, for his part, makes good on that promise and Futaba’s pretty sure they broke a few laws getting back to their house in record time. Sojiro helps Yusuke out of the car and up the stairs, Futaba following behind them, stopping to grab a bucket out of the closet.

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When Yusuke wakes up, the first thing he registers is that he’s on an actual bed. He sits up, but the movement is slow and unpracticed.

He vaguely remembers being in class and having trouble focusing on the lecture, and then… he’d gotten sick hadn’t he? Then he was sent to the nurse’s office, and they’d called-

“Sakura-san?” Yusuke calls shakily. Yusuke can hear the sound of footsteps and sure enough, Sojiro comes in.

“Hey kid, how’re you feeling?”

“Better,” Yusuke replies.

“Good, you’ve been out for a couple of days. Can I get you something to eat?”

“Just water would be fine.”

Sojiro nods and comes back with a glass, Yusuke takes a sip and, upon realizing that his throat was screaming for more, proceeds to down the whole glass.

“So, is this your house?” Yusuke asks, setting the glass aside.

“Yeah, well I couldn’t exactly let you in the cafe. You had a nasty flu there.”

“I should thank you for looking after me then,” Yusuke says. “I should probably also apologize for inconveniencing you.”

“Wait, what are you apologizing for?”

Yusuke winces. “I had listed you as an emergency contact when I returned to the dorms, but never asked for your permission. I never planned on you actually having to pick me up.”

Sojiro laughs. “Geez, kid, you’re too polite. It’s fine, I’m just glad you had someone to pick you up anyway, don’t worry about it.”

“If you say so,” Yusuke replies. Hm. Maybe Sojiro and Ren are related somehow, if they’re both this kind. “But I must insist you let me repay you somehow. For my own peace of mind.”

“Well, if you’re going to insist, I’d be happy to show you how to brew a cup of coffee, I do hear that latte art is very popular,” Sojiro says, “but only after you’ve rested for a few more days.”

Yusuke smiles. “Thank you.”

“You want to go downstairs? Futaba’s watching TV, and she’s been worried about you.”

Yusuke nods and slowly gets out of bed. He wobbles a bit, but stands up straight and follows Sojiro down the steps.

“You’re alive!” Futaba shouts when she sees Yusuke.

“It appears so. May I join you?”

“Heck yeah!” Futaba says, patting the couch that she’s sitting in front of.

“What are we watching?”

“Masqueraider Ouga! There’s a special marathon on today because they’re bringing back Doctor Schraube from Raiga, so now’s actually the best time to get caught up.”

“Alright then,” Yusuke says, taking the seat behind Futaba.

“If you guys are all settled, I’m going to get some groceries for dinner,” Sojiro says. “Call if anything happens.”

“Goodbye.”

“See ya!”

Before grabbing his coat, Sojiro makes sure to shoot Ren a text, and goes to get ingredients to make dinner for four.

#it's finished #finally #take it #persona 5 #sojiro sakura #futaba sakura #yusuke kitagawa #alto writes #wordcount: 1500-2000 #fluff #sickfic

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do you have any more nalu fic recs?

Sorry, not sorry - you’ve unleashed more than you could’ve guessed. ^^ Always happy to Recommend a List of Fics ~ And thank you for asking! Admittedly there’s a few Recs that aren’t Nalu - I got excited to share my favs. ;)

A Girl Worth Fighting For: Natsu navigates unspeakable horrors to win Lucy’s love or Natsu goes shopping, looking for the perfect white day gift.

A Lesson: Natsu and Lucy can’t keep themselves from expressing their passions - and the results are bed breaking. Short but smutty - smexy in fact. ;P

A Solidly Constructed Kiss: Erza strong-arms Lucy and Natsu into working the Kissing Booth to raise funds for a school trip. Lucy’s never been kissed and Natsu acts like he’s never entertained even the idea of kissing another person. Things naturally come to a head when Lucy and Natsu are given the task to build the actual booth; will they fight over construction or build themselves some kind of relationship?

Fairy Tail Week: A collection of drabbles from tumblr prompts to celebrate Fairy Tail. Fairy, Ladies, Lads, Magic, Guild, Ultimate Team, Stronger, Mashima, Tail. Only rated teen to err on the side of caution, family friendly content featuring most of the Fairy Tail Guild!

Feathers and Scales: Angel/Demon AU. Devils are more than they seem and Angels no less. Pitted against each other in a never-ending battle for souls, a single Angel and Devil trade mercies and fall in love. Warning: major character death(s).

Full Moon Secret: Natsu had wanted to tell Lucy his secrets, to share his family history with the fey…it had just never been the right time. Tonight the truth was going to be revealed, one way or another.

Okay, I could just keep hyping all of my own fics individually - but I won’t - other than to just put in a link to ALL OF THEM. ;) Fair warning, I have a few other fandoms works in all the Fairy Tail stories - from Brooklyn 99 to The Flash, Snow White with the Red Hair, RWBY, Blue Exorcist, Teen Titans and some Hakuouki. Yes, I’m a shameless self-promoter. Speaking of that - one more I need to rec! Natsu’s Stars in Lucy’s Sky. I swear Imma finish this.

I also have more than a few favourite authors who write for Fairy Tail (and other fandoms) ~ some have not contributed lately to Fairy Tail or chosen to concentrate on other fandoms - but I like them and their excellent writing.

ObsessedwithNalu: One of my first fandom friends and pretty much any of her FT stories is gold. @obsessedwithnalu

Christmas Treats: Admittedly a gift to me and very cherished for that fact - and - it’s frigging awesome. Lucy does a little holiday baking at home before Fairy Tail’s Christmas party. Natsu, as always, is there. One thing leads to another…

Thanks, Krov: When Krov decided to relax at his favorite bar after work, he never imagined that he’d be seeing some of his old guild members, especially since he thought they had died long ago. Nalu fluff.

Edo-Nalu love fest: Submissions for the Nalu love fest week of 2014. But instead of regular Nalu, these ones feature Edo-Nalu. Smut-tastic and delightfully mature.

ImpracticalDemon: Another early fandom friend who’s still writing this, that and the other thing - and she’s just GREAT. Again, a link to all her works and a few that are special to me follow. XOXOX @impracticaldemon

May the Best Man Survive: “Gray would never have in a million years thought he’d host Natsu’s bachelor party (Nalu pairing). Why is it his job to herd the bunch of rowdy mages from bar to bar, ending up at the guild where the real surprise party is? Oh yeah, the idiot had asked him to be the best man at his wedding. Hijinks, chaos and hilarity ensue.” ^^ A prompt supplied by me and I’m smirking so wide because the fic Imp came up with delivered more awesomeness than I could have hoped for!

A Star At His Side: “Accidentally Fall Asleep Together” for Endragoneel on tumblr. Natsu and Lucy spend the day together at a festival in Magnolia. Natsu ends up watching more than just the stars when the festival is over…

Christmas Gifts: When Erza walks Wendy home from the Guild’s Christmas Party, Wendy realizes how alone her friend and mentor is feeling. She sets out to recruit Lucy, Natsu and the rest to break Jellal out of prison for just one night, as a Christmas gift for Erza. Meanwhile, Natsu has accidentally burned some of Lucy’s writing. Will she forgive him?

Dark Shining Light: One of the best and most welcoming writers I have ever interacted with! I’m still gobsmacked she’s a friend! She’s a legend and I don’t know what else I could add to any discourse about her writing - but the classics are classic for a reason, yeah? Here’s a few of my personal favourites of her works and just know there’s too many to list them all! AKA @ff-darkshininglight

Mischievous Cat: Let’s just say there have been a few incidents where Happy has come in at a bad time.

What Belongs to a Demon: Everyone knew she belonged to the great demon lord and she would prove that she deserved to stand by his side.

The Truth Revealing Cards: Lucy should have known if there was a card that would reveal her secrets, Natsu would want it.

Eliz1369: Got introduced to her for her Hakuoki fics but she’d dipped her toes into FT as well ~ and this is a great fic. ^^ @eliz1369

The Light of Fairy Tail: The members of Fairy Tail may be their own brand of crazy, but their hearts are always in the right place.

rougescribe: Shame on me for not reading more of this author’s works! @rougescribe

Fire Sprite No 5: For him, Heaven wasn’t a place or a single moment in time. It was a feeling built on memories upon memories, past and present and a hope for future ones all tied down together. All sharing one common denominator: Her. Nalu. Tumblr Valentine’s Event.

Fallen Ark Angel: Admittedly I only have interacted from afar with this writer. I mainly read Nalu fics but I love her take on Mira and Laxus and her next gen offspring characters. She’s got a lot to offer and it’s all superb. @fallen029

Loving Satan: Loving Satan is never easy. But when she loves you back, its twice as bad.

Madartiste: Another one-sided love affair with someone else’s writing. And her stories are all wonderful and prolly appear on hundreds of Fic Rec Lists - but here’s one of my Favs! @madartiste

Hoarding: Getting interrupted gets old fast.

UranoMetria: I added her to my stable of fav authors 05-03-2014. Wow. Eons ago and even if I’m not sure she’s still active in the fandom, I salute her. Kudos.

The Goddess Gate: With six years of partnership, Natsu and Lucy are torn apart by a mysterious visit from a secret magic council. Lucy is kidnapped and her memories suppressed. She fights her way back home to regain her life - with a startling secret revealed as she begins to remember. The lives of all Earthland hang in the balance. **Okay, this is a wicked old fic - but amazingly written and fuelled my own desires for writing. Last updated in 2018 but who knows? Some current attention may slay any demons on her back in regards to writing - and even if not - the hours of enjoyment reading this is worth giving a comment just to say, ‘thank you for writing.‘

Wild Rhov: Do I even need to say anything about this author? Famous, famous, famous. Excellent. Writes a lot of pairings and fleshes every relationship into something REAL. I Can’t Even. @wildrhov

Beastly Possession: Something is murdering people in Magnolia. When Lucy is attacked, Natsu goes on a rampage to find the culprit, and everyone in Fairy Tail wants revenge. But could this bloodthirsty attacker be someone they know? Warning: High octane nightmare fuel! Do not read while eating, and beware of red eyes in the dark!

Shell1331: Introduced via Imp. This writer is in a few fandoms and is worth reading. @shell-senji

Juicy: Impulsivity and poorly chosen words get Natsu into more trouble than he’d expected, which is saying something for him.

AbsentAngel: Everyone should know this writer. Been stalking her since 2014 so that says something. Tho, it’s prolly just that I’m creepy. ;) My suggested fic here is being re-written/has been? into something original and worth being purchased when it becomes available and re-read over and over. No, I am not being paid to shill but I am open to having senpai notice me. @absent-angel

To the Flame: She stares, transfixed, as the blood runs down his fingers and begins to pool in his palm. He holds his hand up to her lips in offering, and she tears her eyes away from the blood to study his face. He is smiling softly. “Go on Luce, I didn’t cut them for nothing.” [Vamp AU]

HawkofNavarre: Loved for awesome and delightful Gruvia content. Looks like there’s a tumblr but I can’t manage to link it. :(

You Stole the Rain: He just wanted to be friends; fine, she just needed to change his mind. Gray x Juvia

Ricardian Scholar Clark-Weasley: Not sure I spelled that right even after checking three times! I usually short hand that to RS-CW in my head. And she’s prolific - has a tonne of fandoms and is a tower of talent. Is anyone reading all my fangirl gushing? 'Cause she follows one of my fics and comments (sorry I haven’t updated that fic in a while) and it’s a source of happiness that someone who writes so well happens to enjoy some of my content. Okay, bragging over - back to the Recs!

Tales of Fairies: A collection of oneshots exploring different friendships, ideas, sad themes, comical scenarios, and lots and lots of pairings…but mainly Nalu.

snogfairy: Another giant in the FT fandom. Impressive talent. @lineffability

naughty nalus: smutty nalu oneshots B) ***Mature content!***

Rivendell101: Another giant in FT and other fandoms. This author would be considered required reading if I ran a fandom course in a University setting. Just sayin’ @rivendell101

Crave: /krāv/ Verb. To feel a powerful desire for (something). They crave each other. And satiation doesn’t come easily. He growls against her again. “Beg for it,” he demands, lips ghosting against her.

Lakerae aka @hidetheremote : Did you think I’d forgotten you? Ha! Gotcha good! You’re an inspiration to me because you’re working so hard to publish your children’s books. Kudos to you li'l sis! You’re busy but still make it a point to talk to me and I love you for that and everything.

The Gift of the Magi: A Gajevy Twist: A retelling of the classic Christmas story “The Gift of the Magi,” with your favorite Fairy Tail couple Gajeel and Levy! It’s Christmas time and Gajeel and Levy exchange gifts. They both are surprised what they receive and learn a lesson of the true meaning of Christmas.

I could add more and more as I search my saved favs on FF.net ~ and I’m sorry to not include all of them - but this is crazy long as it is. If you read and like any of the recommended fics, please be sure to let the author know. To the authors of these and all fanfics, Thanks for everything.

#fic list #rec fic list #fan fics galore #mainly Nalu rec'd fics #sorry not sorry #asks #answered #more than poor anon bargained for

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a mess [draco malfoy x reader x cedric diggory] pt 2.

[not my gifs]

pt 1 - pt 2

word count: 1005

pairings: cedric diggory x reader, draco malfoy x reader

warnings: love triangle, jealousy, prolly angst

a/n: this has been requested over and over so i assume i should prolly yanno actually give yall part two. this is a bit on the shorter side but i promise i’ll be quicker with part 3

You had skipped the quidditch game and burrowed yourself up in your room for another day, claiming to be sick when your roommates asked why you were skipping classes. They suggested you go to the infirmary but you said it wasn’t that bad.

You heard a knock on the door and groaned, mumbling for whoever it was to come in. You knew it couldn’t be any of your roommates because they obviously didn’t knock on the door before entering.

“Hey, [Y/n]. I heard you weren’t feeling okay and I know you haven’t been done to eat anything so I brought you some food,” You were surprised to hear Cedric’s voice. Although when you think about it, you weren’t that surprised. You’d been friends with him since you started going to Hogwarts so it made sense for him to check on you.

“Thank you,” You said, sitting up. The mention of food made your stomach grumble. You looked over at what Cedric brought. You realized it was all of your favorite foods. You smiled a bit to yourself. However, the smile fell a bit as you looked up at Cedric. You didn’t understand the feeling you felt when you looked at him. You didn’t know if you had always felt this way or if you were just remembering how he kissed you. How his warm lips felt against yours. Even though it had only been for mere seconds, it had felt like hours. You played the situation back over and over again in your head, thinking about what he had said afterwards. He had confessed his feelings for you. Thinking back to Draco asking you on a date… he hadn’t confessed feelings for you but Cedric acted like he did. Draco only did it to mess with you and to have you pay him back for getting you out of detention, right?

“Hello, earth to [Y/n],” Cedric said, waving his hand in front of your face.

“Oh, sorry. Just thinking,” You responded, moving to take the food.

He handing it to you and helped you set it up in your bed.

“About what?” He asked.

“Draco,” You answered. It was half of the truth but you kind of wanted to play with him a bit.

“What?! Why are you thinking about Malfoy!?” He immediately seized, responding aggressively.

You just laughed and took a bite of your food.

He paused for a minute, before looking up at you.

“Are you actually going to go on that date with him tomorrow?” He asked you.

“Well I kind of have to. He got me out of detention and I told him I would do anything to pay him back,” You answered.

Cedric scoffed at how Malfoy could have taken that offer in many other different ways.

“Then I’m coming with you.” He stated.

“What? But he said it would be a date?” You said, puzzled.

“Yeah, but he didn’t say he had a crush on you or anything so it could be a friend date. He shouldn’t mind if I tag along.”

“I mean, I guess you’re right,” You responded, knowing that this would definitely cause some drama between the two during the date.

“Then its settled. I look forward to our date,” Cedric smirked, walking out of your room.

This just keeps getting messier and messier.

You met up with Draco at Hogsmeade, Cedric by your side.

“What’s Diggory doing here?” Draco scoffed, gesturing roughly to the hufflepuff.

“I’m tagging along.” He responded bluntly.

“What? This is a date! You can’t tag along,” Draco disapproved.

“But you two aren’t dating. And you have never said anything about having feelings for [Y/n], so you obviously meant a friend date. We’re all friends here, aren’t we, [Y/n]?” Cedric asked, turning to you. Draco also turned to you as if asking for an explanation from you.

“I- um. I mean yeah, you’re both my friends and…” You trailed off at the end and looked down, wishing the ground would swallow you whole.

“You’re obviously making her uncomfortable,” Draco pointed out, stepping towards Cedric in a sort of challenging way.

“I’ve been her friend for way longer than you, you idiot. I don’t make her uncomfortable,” Cedric defended himself.

“You seem to have a nasty habit of talking on behalf of [Y/n],” Draco pointed out.

“I do not! [Y/n] doesn’t think so either, right [Y/n]?” Cedric turned to you. Draco looked at you too and yet again you were caught under their intense stares.

“I mean… I don’t really enjoy when people talk for me,” You voiced, staring at the ground, your voice small and awkward. You hated this. You hated confrontation .

“See! She even admits you do!” Draco said.

“As if you’re Mr. Perfect!” Cedric almost yelled, gathering the attention of a few nearby people. They seemed to notice that Draco and Cedric were fighting and started to form a circle around the three of you.

“I’m definitely better than you!” Draco responded back .

“In what way?” Cedric laughed.

“In as many ways possible. Magic, looks, ladies, the list could go on!” Draco defended.

“Prove it!” Cedric yelled. They both reached out and pulled out their wands. You noticed they ended up getting especially heated so you moved to intervene and pulled out your wand if you needed to use it when a teacher burst through the crowd.

“What is going on here?” Mcgonagall asked. “Are you trying to use magic against each other?”

“Professor-” You started, but you were cut off.

“20 points from each of your houses and detention tomorrow in my classroom.” After she made sure you all put your wands away and made the crowd disperse, she walked away.

You stared at the teacher as she walked away with a blank expression.

“[Y/n]-” Cedric started, but you cut him off with a single bitter look.

You turned and walked away from both of them, finding a group of friends to spend the rest of your time at Hogsmeade with instead.

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marvels-writings · 4 years

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Rumor Has It (7)

Series Masterlist

Carol Danvers Masterlist

A/N: This is the last part of this series, kinda sad about it, I’ll prolly end up writing an epilogue like I did for Pretend later

Most would think losing someone is the worst thing that can happen, in reality, not knowing if you’re going to lose someone is the worst thing. You didn’t know if Carol was going to be okay or not as you paced in front of her hospital room and Maria tried to tell you to calm down. You didn’t know if she would blame you after waking up from the anesthetics.

“Y/n, it’s going to be okay.” Maria comforted, sitting on one of the waiting chairs, a little exasperated from watching you pace, you were a good friend of hers and her best agent, probably her favorite.

“You don’t know that, she already flatlined once.” You murmured, continuing to pace the room.

“Their equipment glitched, you know that.” Maria stated, you did know that, but it still scared the shit out of you when you heard the line go flat for a second.

“Is she okay?” Natasha Romanoff asked as she turned the corner into the hospital, Maria stood up.

It had been a few months since Carol had moved into the compound with the Avengers and the stones had been used to bring everyone back, including Natasha. Vision was the only one missing. You still found it hard to process the reality of the entire Avengers team standing next to you.

“She’s stable.” Maria answered, everyone looked through the window, moving past you to look at her, she looked peaceful from the outside, the doctors had just finished taking the bullet out, it had seemed the bullet was a shrapnel, it had divided itself into 5 different parts, which is why the procedure took long.

“Hi, I’m Steve.” Steve said, holding his hand out for you to shake, you shook it and introduced yourself.

“So you’re y/n.” Natasha said, you raised an eyebrow as all the Avengers turned to face you.

“You know about me?” You asked tentatively, you noted Maria smirking slightly before they replied.

“Maria and Fury haven’t been able to stop talking about you for Christ’s sake.” Tony Stark stated, holy shit Tony Stark knew about you.

“They even had me set up a room for you after this mission was over,” He said, holding out his metal plated arm for you to shake. “I’m Tony.”

“A room?” You asked, shaking his hand and looking around in confusion. They all nodded, mouths quirking upwards into a smirk.

“Fury and Maria want you to come live with us.” Steve stated, your eyes widened.

After you got your partner shot, after the entirety of SHIELD except the top dogs hated you, they wanted you to become an Avenger, guilt flooded your system as you looked at Carol, sighing before answering.

“I don’t, I don’t think I deserve that after this,” You gestured to where Carol was lying down. “A week ago I would’ve been happy to, but I don’t think I should, thank you for the offer.” A frown went on all of their faces.

“Y/n, I saw the surveillance files, what happened wasn’t your fault,” Maria stated, you opened your mouth to argue but she cut you off. “If you hadn’t been there, or if it was any other agent, maybe even an Avenger, Carol wouldn’t be alive.”

“She’s right,” Fury said from behind you, you whirled around to face him, he flicked his eye at Carol’s state and back to you. “You’re the best I’ve got, you deserve this.”

“But-”

“That’s an order y/n.” Maria stated in a tone which allowed no arguments, she was still smirking at you.

“I’ve never been ordered to join the Avengers before.” You muttered, Nick laughed a little and put his hand on your shoulder before leaving with Maria to deal with the rest of the mission details, you’d promised to file in a mission report eventually.

Some of the Avengers stayed with you, making small talk, Tony suggested to move into your room, you decided to do it later, needing to apologize to Carol before. Eventually they all left and the doctors let you into the room, you sat in the waiting chair, guilt and hope for the future demanding you stay by her side. Your eyes eventually fell shut after a few hours, guilt and exhaustion eventually weighing down on you.

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You woke up gasping, your dreams were filled with the room you’d been in, with Carol bleeding, the men you had shot dying, the groans and the smell of blood filling your senses, you squint your eyes shut and tried to get your breathing under control, willing the sights out of your head.

“You okay?” Carol asked softly from her bed, you opened your eyes to find her sitting in bed, a book in her hands as she looked at you with worry in her eyes.

“Nightmare.” You answered quickly, offering her a glass of water for her to wave it off.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, putting the glass down and standing up nervously, only to sit back down, your body not quite rested yet.

“Good actually, I heard about you moving in with us.” Carol said with a smile, the smile fading when she saw your expression of guilt as you didn’t meet her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, you looked up at her, trying your best to keep eye contact this time.

“I don’t think I deserve it,” You answered softly. “I got you shot, and everyone keeps saying that if I wasn’t there you would be dead but-” You were pacing in the tiny room now, hands coming up to grasp your hair.

“I would,” Carol said, you looked at her, sincerity filled her eyes. “Y/n, if you weren’t there, I would be dead, the guys you shot would have killed me, there was no way I could’ve fended them all off and called backup.”

“I-”

“Don’t you dare argue with a patient.” Carol joked, you laughed a little, knowing Carol wouldn’t let you argue more about this, butterflies erupting in Carol’s stomach at the sound. “You know, this wasn’t how I expected this mission to end.” You thought aloud, sitting down in the waiting chair, scooting it closer to Carol.

“What’s the difference between the way you expected and now?” Carol asked, putting her book on the side table next to the glass.

“Well, I didn’t expect to become an Avenger,” You thought aloud, exhaustion making you lose your filter. “And I didn’t expect to move into the same building as crush who had happened to be my partner-”

Carol’s eyes widened as she smirked, a blush growing across your face as you were about to hurry to leave.

“Wait!” Carol shouted, but you were already halfway out the doorway. “I have a crush on you too!” She shouted, you stopped and came back in, eyes wide.

“You’re not pulling my leg?” You asked timidly, still standing in the doorway with your head peeking inside.

“You think I can get off the bed to do that?” Carol joked, then realized it was a bad joke. “Sorry, bad joke, you like me anyways, right?” “You’re literally Carol Danvers,” You stated, Carol’s heart bloomed when you didn’t say ‘Captain marvel’ or ‘superhero’, but instead you liked her for the person she was.

“How could I not?” You joked, plopping back down in the chair next to her. “You still like me despite the rumors right?” “Rumor doesn’t always have it.” Carol joked, you laughed, Carol laughed with you even though it hurt, happy because you were.

Both of you talked for another hour, hearts filled with hope for the future. Carol knew she wouldn’t always have time for a relationship, but for you, she was willing to do anything, even erase all the rumors, because after all, you proved that Rumors aren’t always right.

A/N: sorry the last parts are always worse than the middle parts, feedback is still great tho!

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Rating Genshin Impact Character Designs (Pt. 1)

Hey y’all! I’ve been thinking of doing this for a really long time and I decided to finally stop being lazy and do it. So this is going to be a review of all the playable characters in Genshin Impact from a design perspective. I don’t really have any prerequisites to make this list worth anything (unless you count one year of a fashion/sewing class in high school lol) but hey idk, seems fun?

Gonna be super long (10 characters) so putting everything under the cut.

Disclaimer: I don’t actually hate any of these designs, nor do I consider my opinions “fixing” them, this is just for fun.

Character: Lumine

I have a lot of conflicting feelings about this design. The hair and basic build are fine, very generic but that’s unsurprising for any character that is working at least partially as a pseudo self-insert. The color scheme is also very bland - and is one of the reasons I originally thought that Aether was automatically Geo traveler and Lumine was Anemo traveler. I think that adding more colors would’ve been a good thing, but also would’ve required a revamp of the dress itself, so maybe not the most practical thing, even if I think the dress is a bit too busy. The biggest changes I would make would be to get rid of the fancy part of her stockings as well as the extra flow/ruffled back of the skirt, which is just a bit too much considering the top layer of the skirt is already quite detailed (in a very nice way) and that could’ve just been extended. I also have to admit that though the scarf is very impractical and showy, but it reminds me of a costume from a series I like so I actually like it a lot, although you could definitely term it unnecessary.

Rating: 7/10

Character: Aether

Okay ngl this character design kinda slaps. Firstly, I love that Aether has long hair, it’s a good contrast to Lumine’s cut (and contrast should be super important with characters that are siblings/parallels of one another) and idk long braids are kinda cool. I love that the outfit has distinctive colors, which give the character personality and keeps him from being washed out. The design is much more streamlined than Lumine’s, and although I’m not a huge fan of midrifts (a theme in this post I’m sorry) there’s not actually much I’d change in this design. Except maybe make the cape a scarf to better match with Lumine. This is definitely the superior design in terms of the siblings in my opinion and I think the lack of intricacy fits the image of “traveler” better. It’s not my favorite and there isn’t anything that really stands out in the design, but it’s really solid and I like it.

Rating: 9/10

Character: Albedo

This design has a lot of potential, but I think in the end it’s just a bit too busy (which will be a theme in this game haha). I like the hair - in general I’m glad Genshin isn’t scared to try a bunch of different lengths and styles on guys because if not everything would become painfully boring. I also like the clothes for the most part. The boots are especially sleek, and I like that despite being a Geo character they gave Albedo a bluer, darker color scheme. I think it fits with his mysterious sort of quietly menacing vibe (this man is Frankensteining something I know it). But it really starts to get a bit too much with the coat. I think he needed a coat, again it fits the character, he’s in the middle of a frozen tundra and he’s also a magic scientist man, he needs some sort of coat. But I think the chain and the strap across the front is a bit too much. If I were the designers I would’ve continued with a sleeker theme, make the sleeves longer, the gloves shorter, if you wanted some ornamentation maybe a pack of vials on his belt. Overall very good design, greater color scheme, too busy. Also can we appreciate his banner art? It’s so good I love it.

Rating: 8/10

Character: Amber

Okay first I’m gonna say her card art is super cute. Love the pose, love the style. All gut. Now let me say that this outfit had potential but then it sorta... fell flat. I like the color scheme for the most part, except the white cause idk white is boring and in the game it looks kinda latexy, but I understand wanting three colors and black might be too close to brown. That being said, I hate stockings. Stockings are just the worst, they’re impractical, hard to put on, uncomfortable, should only be worn with dresses. No knight of Favonius needs stockings. Might I suggest pants or shorts? Or like cool pseudo armor plates like with Lumine. Also though I do like the jacket and the leather stomacher design, I think a bomber jacket might suit the character better, because idk they’re cool and they make me think of Amelia Earheart, although that’s such a culturally distinct thing I can’t blame them for not thinking that way. Again the jacket is still very cool, love the stomacher, and love the cuffs.. The belt is lovely and like I said love the embossed designs, but ultimately this design is too impractical, and too bland to get away with being impratical for me. So... yeah.

Rating: 5/10

Character: Barbara

Barbara! Our fav crazy nun. First I’m gonna thank her for having an attack of pure magic then I’m gonna say I hate the color white apparently because I also didn’t like it here. I’m pretty sure she’s supposed to be a novice (could be wrong), so I’d flip the colors, have the accents be white and the main color navy. But idk that’s just me. Overall I quite like her design. It’s a pretty good balance between simple and detailed. I don’t even hate the stockings. I’d say the least good part is the top, the bow and the weird collar is just... ehh? but I don’t think getting rid of the collar would help though. I’d say ditch the bow, make the dress connect to the collar, keep the off the shoulders cold sleeves. I really like the ruffled part of the top skirt. Idk it’s the best part of the design. The hat makes her look like a nurse not a nun though. maybe make the hair ties for the ponytails little veils, might fit better. Overall mostly nitpicks, it’s a strong design.

Rating: 8/10

Character: Beidou

Firstly I’d like to apologize to the Beidou I pulled before never using her (forgive me ily); next I’d like to admit I don’t love her design. I haven’t really harped on the lack of armor on these characters - because I’m not sure how I’d integrate armor into all them without making them bland af, no one wants people running around in full plate armor how tf you supposed to climb in that - but I still wouldn’t’ve put her in a leotard and boots only when she’s a canonical fighter, without even the armor accents on most of the other character. I know that traditional qipao would probably be terrible to fight in, so I’m not going to complain about them slitting it - I actually quite like it I think it’s cool and sleek and fits her vibe - but I will complain about them putting her in a leotard underneath. As someone who dances I can assure you no one in their right mind would want to fight in a leotard, which yes I know isn’t the point and I can’t blame them for not thinking that way. Anyways, I think leggings/stockings and tall boots are quite cool so that’s prolly what I’d do, streamlines the whole design too, gives it a sense of connectivity (idk I’m weird and I don’t look at this character often so yeah). I like the top of her design, although I’d prolly replace the fur on the cap with a large collar, sort of pirate-y or Navy-like. Also let me just say I love the hair and eye patch. Fits her reckless sort of character to hate her hair whipping around, and the eyepatch really sells the concept of her having fought for years. The hand guards didn’t need to be flared, but I don’t mind them being there. Especially since handling a Claymore would definitely rip up your hands if you didn’t have protection. Also the boots though impractical are very cool so... yeah.

Rating: 6/10

Character: Bennett

One of my main team and prolly the closest thing I currently have to a DPS I have conflicting opinions on Bennett’s design. I think it’s a pretty good design all things considered. His belt and all his packs would be busy if you didn’t know Bennett’s character, but considering he’s a wanna be adventurer, I think it works pretty well. Although I don’t know why his extra belt straps are so long... or even exist?? Idk kinda weird. His top is... ehh? I don’t really like it, I think partially because I don’t think Bennett would wear a midrift shirt like this (midrifts where there shouldn’t be midrifts or, as I like to call it, being MagiReco-d) and partially cause the color, though understandable in such a busy design, is kinda bland. I think that’s why the collar works instead of being too busy, we needed some color. If I had to changed the design I’d get rid of the midrift and get rid of those weird extra belt things. Also that one random dagger star thing on one side of his blue collar is just so weird and random and like why does it exist? But overall I like the design, and it doesn’t bug me when I’m playing with him. I think it’s a good example of how busyness can accurately portray a character. Well done.

Rating: 8/10

Character: Chongyun

Another character who I own but have never played, though my friend has him on their main team and they look super cool. I’m not gonna lie I love this character’s design. Firstly the color palette is so good, the white feels like it works to offset all the blue hues - which I love that even the darkest parts of his design are blue not black - so it doesn’t feel bland or irritating, especially with the gold giving it a sense of luxury. I also like the choice to have a tunic that extends to the pants, I think having only white pants would be too bland - again white it a meh color for designs - so it really gives it some necessary details and color. I also like the jacket, again it gives the design a sense of detail while being simple enough not to feel like too much. Also I have no idea what the outfit would look like without the jacket and I have a feeling that answer would be Not Good, so... yeah. Some nitpicks; the left arm band thingie golden cuff is kinda too much and seems impractical and irritating. And... that’s it. I know the slippers are impractical, but I think they work, he is an exorcist not an adventurer after all. Overall, probably second favorite design in the game. Great job

Rating: 10/10

Character: Diluc

Give Diluc a high ponytail, I’m begging you. Lol anyways personal preference aside (which is impossible this entire post is personal preference) I like this design. I think the color works and the whole outfit is a good reflection of Diluc’s character, closed off, luxurious while also a bit ragged and uncontrollable. Yeah. I like it. I do think the thing chain accessory is kinda random, and I don’t think there’s anything about the design that knocks me off my feet, but I do really love the design overall. Also the gloves, good gloves. Suggestions? High ponytailed Diluc. Nothing else. Also though he’s not in this post I like that this outfit is very streamlined and simple compared to Kaeya, it’s a good portrayal of their differing views and opinions through fashion. Because unlike with the traveller siblings I think these brothers have a dynamic where contrast is better than parallel.

Rating: 9/10

Character: Diona

Okay so though I’ve never interacted with this character I skimmed the wiki and I love her backstory it’s hilarious. Also since I never interact with her I don’t have many opinions about her design except why does she only have one sock on? Honestly relatable moments. I think the extra ponytail is kinda weird and excessive considering the hat and I’d prolly make the hair orange to match the ears but overall very cute design. What do bartenders look like? Idk. Oh and also there are a bit too many colors roaming around, but I get it. Overall fairly generic but kinda cute. I still think midrifts are bad.

Rating: 7/10

And that’s it! I hope this didn’t come off as “lol these designs are gross and I’m superior and we should fix them” because no. No one should take any of these suggestions seriously. Except maybe the ponytail one lol. Anyways I hope at least one person likes this cause this took forever and I kinda burned out after a while. Next post if I make it will be interesting cause it includes my least favorite design. May you all have lovely playing and if you love a design I don’t honestly more power to you. Bye!!

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