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omegasmileyface · 10 months ago

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The Foleys' Incredible Crisis

Chapter 1: Call It Stormy Monday

Call It Stormy Monday (But Tuesday Is Just as Bad) was written and performed in 1947 by T-Bone Walker. It is one of the most popular Blues songs ever, and has been performed and reiterated by countless other musicians. It has been credited with inspiring B.B. King to take up electric guitar, and it is included in the Library of Congress.

Happy Invisobang!!! This should have been posted earlier in the week but I couldn't make myself get to the computer to finalize/format it. Hehe. This year I had the INCREDIBLE experience of working with Shadow and Sharks, who were such wonderful artists— they have a whole smörgåsbord of art to please your eyes in this story! They have kept me on my toes— as I write this, the final, collaborated illustration is still a secret to me 👀 Lola is an OC I named once I realized Tucker absolutely feels like he has a little sister. Since then she's been in my heart and I can't let her go. My wonderful girl Lola. It's a treat whenever I get to see her in the wild— I almost had a heart attack when she appeared in Lex Luthor's Ascent from Supervillainy to Fatherhood by halfagone!

For a directory of all currently posted chapters and related content, check out the Table of Contents!

fic summary: After a whole week of vacation stuck together, the Foleys were more than happy to have some time apart. So when they each found themselves caught up in ghost business, that meant handling it alone. Angela wasn't planning on improvising a ghost conspiracy, Maurice was hoping to avoid working IT, Lola didn't think playing a hero would take her out of school, and Tucker would really have liked to focus on his own problems. But, really, what else did they expect from Amity Park? Home, sweet home.

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Tucker dropped his bag with a thunk. He was far beyond caring to be delicate, despite the electronics inside— he just wanted to shed his shoes and jacket and maybe the memories of the trip along with them.

"Ohhhh-kay," said his mom, grimacing at the trash can. Nobody had thought to empty it before they left. "What a vacation!" She laughed emptily. "I'm going to bed. You can fend for yourselves for dinner."

Tucker's dad popped back out from behind the bathroom door. "Before you go," he called over the rush of the faucet, "can we all just agree? Real quick, get in the den and then we can all ignore each other."

Lola sighed loudly and gave up untying her shoe, just kicking it off. Tucker agreed. He couldn't wait to wash his hands after the long trip.

His dad dried off his hands and joined them in the den, looking each of his family members in the eyes one by one. "I propose we never talk about this trip unless we have to."

Everyone agreed with as much fervor as they could muster after the fraught day.

"Also," said Lola, "I think we should try not to talk to each other for a whole day."

"Works for me," said Tucker.

His mom yawned. "Much as I love you all, I'm good with a day pretending you don't exist. Tucker, can you walk with Lola to and from school tomorrow?"

He looked at his little sister. She shrugged.

"As long as she plays nice, yeah."

His dad clapped. "Cool. Alright. So, unless one of us needs something, we all mind our own business tomorrow? Okay. I'm gonna order a pizza, and... I'll sleep in the guest room tonight. Pleasure doin' business with you all."

Tucker closed his eyes and sighed, pleased at imagining taking a shower and sleeping in his own bed in a few hours.

They had just wanted to see family in Chicago. What a disaster.

The library was quiet when Angela Foley came in. That made sense, she worked weekday mornings, so they usually only saw adults and the rare preschooler. As much as she liked helping the spread of knowledge, it was nice not to have too much to do at the front desk. Maybe she could get a crossword puzzle or two done.

She had made it about halfway through the puzzle (Angela knew a lot of things, but wordplay was never her specialty. What on Earth was she supposed to get from "gift for a blue lady"?) before someone walked in, paused, and went straight for the front desk.

She put on her smile. "Hi! Can I help ya with anything?"

The man was tall, wearing a clean white button-up shirt and jeans. His brassy skin and black hair caught strangely in the fluorescent lights, turning almost orange at their edges. She was pretty sure he was a ghost in disguise, but she had helped ghosts before. Usually, if one was asking for help using a library, they weren't intent on doing anything violent.

Usually. She still reserved a little caution.

"Yes, I'm looking for information on a very distant place. Where might I find something like that?"

"Well, what place is it?"

"It's called An Aghaidh Mhòr."

Angela blinked at the unfamiliar sounds. "I'm not familiar. Is that... Gaelic?"

The man fiddled with his sleeves. "Scottish, I believe, yes."

"Alright." Angela stood up and moved toward the computer monitor at the desk by the door. "I'm going to check in our catalog for books on Scotland."

The man watched silently as she searched. Angela hummed. "It looks like, in house, the only books we have on Scotland are travel guides covering the whole of the UK or Europe. I don't expect they'd have many details on smaller places— well, I'm assuming An Aghaidh Mhòr is small, since I haven't heard of it. If you'd like, you can check anyway, or I can contact another library in the system, and they can send over some more specialized books, but that might take a few days."

The man said nothing, but his eyebrows furrowed in thought. Angela recognized the face of a person with a wide, potent array of bad options.

"Or, if you're more pressed for time, we do have a few computers and Internet access here. I can help you find some web sites that might have what you're looking for."

"And this wouldn't take any longer than looking through a book?"

Angela smiled and headed toward the public computers. "Faster, even, if you know what you're doing. I can help you if you've never done it before."

They began their search, and the man caught on quickly to what Angela was doing and how. She helped him for a while, long enough to find out that An Aghaidh Mhòr was a place in the woody North of Scotland, usually called Aviemore, and was something of a tourist destination. Beyond that, she left him to do his own research and went back to her crossword.

She just had a pesky few clues left when the man started muttering curses in another language and walked back over to her desk.

With panicked eyes, he said "I have to be honest. What I'm looking for is, ah… evidence that An Aghaidh Mhòr has an open community of ghosts alongside its humans. I'm certain that it once did, and I know that it still must. But I have chased every tail of information I could find that led to pages on the computer, and none of them, regardless of detail or experience with the town, has mentioned it."

He looked down and seemed to weigh something in his head. "It must be some sort of secret. Whether to protect the ghosts or to protect themselves from ridicule, the living people of An Aghaidh Mhòr have hidden their ghost society. You have to help me find it."

The little hairs on Angela's body all stood up. Warning bells were going off in her head. There was nothing to do but remain calm. "If that's the case, I don't know about anything like that. I can send out a question to my colleagues to see if they know anything, but I'm afraid I can't–"

"No!" The man swung out a hand, and the inner doors swung shut, silvery light weaving across them like fishing nets to keep them in place. The lights dimmed and his skin faded to a deep, fiery orange, layered and complex like agate. His eyes glowed like the moon. The few library guests gasped and looked at him in shock.

"You are a keeper of information, from a city with a striking connection to ghosts. I need to know the truth about ghostly An Aghaidh Mhòr, and you must help me find it." His silver eyes were full of fear, but Angela couldn't bring herself to care how the ghost who just trapped and threatened her was feeling.

She had to think fast to get out of this safely. Something to keep his hopes up…

"Fine. Fine." Angela held up her hands. "I'm not confident in my own grasp of the situation, but I do know of some secrets like the one you're talking about. It'll take some time– say, a couple hours– to put together anything meaningful, and I'll need to call in an expert, but I can do it. I will do it."

She could only hope her friends were any good at improv.

Maurice was never one for early mornings, but he always made the best of his hour alone after the kids went off to school and Angela's shift started. That was his time to make coffee and goof around. He could prance around the kitchen in ways that would make Tucker gag if he were there, and as long as he couldn't see his neighbors, he could put them out of mind enough to sing as loud as he wanted.

Before work was the blues hour. Today he put on Lucille. Whole album, on tape, from the top.

If anybody asked why he started his days with the blues, he'd probably say something about the sad lyrics reminding him how lucky he was. How no matter how embarrassing the family vacations or boring the work or sleazy the boss, he still had a clean house around him and a faithful wife beside him.

In reality, though, he mostly just liked the beat.

Once he got into work, it was just the same as ever. Double-entries and journalizing. He didn't even get to mix up which accounts he dealt with. VLADCO was too big for that. It was Accounts Receivable, 140-180, day after day.

But at least it wasn't IT.

Then, after almost an hour of swimming through "Axiom Labs, Ltd. $1,300 Debit" and "Hey, Maurice, how was the weekend?" and "Nugreen Ectosuppliers, LLC $400 Credit" and "You get that last letter? Crazy what Masters is trying these days, yeah?", everything went dark.

(Or, at least darker than usual. The grainy white of every surface in the office never lent itself to anything deeper than a cloudy grey.)

After a few seconds of quiet shock, the lights came back. Now, however, there was a ghost floating in front of the door connecting the Finances and Supplies department to the rest of the facility.

He seemed to be well-muscled and of average height, though it was hard to tell exactly what a ghost looked like when they were putting off that much of an aura. His skin was dark green and rough-looking, like bark, and there was a reddish halo around his head like some sort of spectral hair. His blood-moon eyes looked over everyone in the room individually before anyone dared speak. Finally, he opened his mouth.

"This is the center of a company that arms humans againsts ghosts and similar threats. Yes?"

Shocked, a few people nodded.

"And you are all from the department keeping stock of supplies. I do not know where your weapons are kept, but I know that you do. Someone in here will retrieve them for me. I need them, if I am to bring my people, ghosts and humans, together again."

The tension finally broke the membrane freezing time, and several office workers started to move for phones.

"Don't bother trying to get help. I have severed all the lines of communication between you and the world outside this office. I will leave you alone, as soon as someone leads me to the armory."

Maurice glanced at the little LCD display on the phone on his desk. No signal. His computer, too, had nothing when he clicked over to the Internet settings.

No one said anything. Some kept trying with their phones, but not a single person offered to explain how scant and useless the actual in-house ecto-equipment supply was or show the path to it. Maurice imagined they were all thinking the same thing he was; yes, complying was generally the way to stay safe in a hostage situation, and panic was strong, but a ghost coming into town and getting their hands on even just half-assembled ecto-equipment never went well. And, maybe even more importantly, VLADCO had terrifyingly strict regulations on safe ecto-tech policy. Unless the immediate threat of being personally hurt for information increased, the consequences in the long run were the biggest monster here.

The ghost crossed his arms. "Fine. You have one hour to bring me to the weapons. I can wait. I have waited this long. If you take any longer, or if you attempt any trickery, then I will start going through with threats. Until then, you may have your time to panic and fantasize about ways out that don't involve giving up company supply. I will be standing here."

He leaned against the door, and his gaze stayed rock-hard on the workers and their cubicles.

Maurice caught the eye of his most tolerable coworker Jacob. Jacob widened his eyes in some silent look of panicked questioning. Maurice shrugged. He was scared out of his mind, but what was there to do? Freaking out wouldn't do anybody any good. He could wait here and see if any ghost hunter showed up, and once they got closer to the end of the hour, everybody could meet up and decide if it was worth giving up the ecto-tech.

For now... well, he certainly wasn't going to do more accounting. This was as good an excuse for a break as any.

He toyed around on his computer for a bit, fidgeting with whatever programs he had. Maybe if the ghost noticed him, he could say he was looking for office schematics explaining where the ecto-tech was held. Really, he couldn't think to do anything but let off stress.

He played around in the rudimentary E-mail client for a bit. Mimed sending goofy messages to his coworkers while he knew he couldn't accidentally send them. But there, at the top of his inbox, was the automated morning office update. It had just come in four minutes ago... after the communications were shut off.

Was there some kind of hole in the ghost's anti-communication measure? The intercoms weren't working, and normal E-mails weren't going through, even within just Finances & Supplies. But the daily updates worked on a different system than the normal E-mails, so nobody had to send them at a consistent time each day, just queue them up.

...Was there something about the different setup that made it immune to the ghost's blackout?

Maurice got to investigating.

#expect chapter 2 tomorrow!! PLEASE YELL AT ME IF I DONT POST CHAPTER 2 TOMORROW #omg its edited and everything im just putting it off...... but i MUST shower #danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #tucker foley #lola foley #angela foley #maurice foley #invisobang 2024 #my writing

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mickmundy · 2 years ago

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To celebrate the ending of Malus and as we gear up to go into part 6 of my bushmedicine series, Thou Giveth Fever this Friday, I wanted to take a minute and make a post dedicated to the titles of my fics and the symbolism of the posters I make for them! ^_^ Like the fics themselves, I put a lot of thought into the symbolism of these covers and what they foreshadow and/or symbolize! :-) This obviously does contain spoilers for my fics but I think it could be a fun read even if you don’t read them (but perhaps this will Entice You… hehe)! Hopefully this will shed some light on some things that my amazing readers have already taken notice of, but it might also make you look at the wips I've posted with a different view...! Let’s get started!

Wasserballon is obviously first... and for the plant choice... coffee! But of course! Wasserballon sets up for the rest of my fics by starting it all... with Sniper's cup of coffee! Sniper’s love for his favorite drink (and not having any brewed in his camper at the time… lucky him!) is what wound up getting him caught by Medic, who insists that he comes to the infirmary. Medic offers Sniper to bring his coffee with him, trying to make the visit seem less… formal. Both of them are very stubborn people by nature, but I think Sniper also knows when he’s better off listening to others. For some reason, it puts him at ease that he can bring his drink. As you are no doubt aware I cannot stand the fanon take of Sniper fearing Medic or fearing the infirmary. I think you can prefer to avoid something without being afraid of it! He just likes to solve his own problems, and doesn’t like asking for help. Plus, I think Medic and Sniper would both have a strange like… funk around their relationship after the comics; they don’t hate each other and they aren’t Magically Inclined to be best friends all of a sudden… and they never really spoke about what happened at Gray Gravel again…. Until my fics! Heh!

The title choice is pretty straight forward; Medic explains to Sniper about how a heart that goes under too much strain from the medigun (lore which is elaborated on later in Soft Break) can quite literally explode like a water balloon, or a wasserballon! He leaves his #1 SNIPER cup in the infirmary after he walks out in a bit of a flustered panic. I think Sniper's someone who could appreciate an attractive person regardless how he feels about them, but this is also the first time he and Medic had really talked since his revival. And it's very small talk! Work-related, very simple. But their boots touch, and... Sniper feels... something.

I don't like to dwell on the zing itself since I feel like a lot of fics/stories in general spend a lot of time trying to track the precise moment the characters fall in love… and for me that's just not how I see Medic and Sniper's romance. It sneaks up on you, just like it did on them! Hehe! Maybe it was listening to Medic talk about the medigun function, maybe it was the touching of the boots, or the insistence that Medic heal him and Sniper's acceptance of that help... maybe it was the revival operation itself and things are just starting to bubble up now... maybe it was everything and nothing! Who knows! You decide (and let me know what you think... hehe)! I like leaving some things like this up to reader interpretation; it’s fun to hear everyone’s different takeaways!

Birdsong is the second fic in my series… There's nothing like the singing of birds! Especially to Medic and Sniper, whose birds bring them together again, giving Medic the opportunity to return Sniper's precious mug. Both are a bit apprehensive about the interaction; Medic hasn't so much as stepped within five feet of Sniper's van the entire time he’s known him, so it feels... personal to stand atop it with him and share some drinks while they watch their pets play.

Medic finds out that Sniper has been feeding Archimedes little treats when he flies about Teufort and finds it very endearing; nobody ever even tried to get to know Medic's best friend, and here Sniper was, of all people, doting on him like he doted on his own pets. People love making Medic devoid of sentiment in fanon but i think he is very much the opposite; he's quite emotional and just because he might value things a little unconventionally doesn't mean he doesn't value anything at all, and his doves are (I think) something he cherishes above all else. Thanks, Archimedes and Sniper's mug!

The choice for the poster is an olive branch, or, two of them. Medic and Sniper "extend the olive branch" to each other by spending time together as... teamfriends? Friendmates? Something! Their talk is a little rough at first, both of them kind of going into it with preconceived perceptions of each other; Sniper thinks Medic is cold and/or would be mad at him for feeding Archimedes (when the opposite is true), and Medic expects Sniper to tell him to go away, that he prefers to be alone (or at least that he doesn't enjoy the doctor's company), and that's not true either! They're both realizing they've known each other for so long but they know... nothing about one another… and the things they thought they knew, well, were completely wrong!

Medic treads a delicate line with bringing up Sniper's revival, and is made aware of just how deep Sniper's professional principles run; while it was easy for Sniper to brush off the fact that he was alive again, I think it would also weigh heavily on him to be deemed worthy of the revival itself. And, well, being dead meant he didn't have to think about all of the emotional hang-ups he had when he was alive... but now he has to deal with them again! And more besides! Both expect the conversation to absolutely tank their "relationship", but are mutually surprised that they emerge from the conversation feeling... better.

Medic is much more direct than Sniper is and never feels any need to censor himself for any reason; if people don't like him, he doesn't care! But now he starts to think that he does care if Sniper likes him, and that perhaps he has to remind himself to be a little more sensitive, even if his "direct" way of speaking isn't always meant to be insulting, it's just how he is! And Sniper works through the same; he learns he doesn't need to be on the defensive, that conversations don't all have to be nosy personal attacks.

By this point, Medic has been entertaining the idea that Sniper's "last words" (that were to his parents; I think he was dreaming/hallucinating, I don't think he Literally went to heaven. But I digress) were calling out to him and asking him for heals. You know, the "meet the Medic choir" playing and Sniper saying Medic! I need ya, doctor! Because it strokes Medic's ego! “Of course these dummkopfs need me, I'm glad this stubborn one is finally realizing it!” But no, actually, it has nothing to do with Medic. LOL. Dents his ego a little bit! They both have kind of a vulnerable moment where some of that Emotionally-Guarded Shield is stripped a bit.

Sniper apologizes for lashing out at him back then and Medic apologizes for misinterpreting his words (which is, I think, a massive deal for someone like Medic, who fancies himself a bit of a know-it-all!). An apology for an apology, and they feel better for it. As Medic departs for the night, Sniper begins to realize that that was probably one of the most productive "emotional conversations" he's ever had in his life, and it was with Medic of all people. What does that mean? Why did he feel that way, and why now? Medic feels similarly and finds he can't keep his eyes off of Sniper, who he finds staring up at his window with... perhaps equal yearning?

Muhelos begins with Sniper tossing out compliments on Medic’s battle style and, after the rough talk they had, Medic definitely didn't see it coming! Sniper waxes poetic in his tower about Medic and is relieved to be able to safely observe him from afar; his preferred method of viewing the world, given his profession! After a hard-earned victory, Heavy and Spy notice the… chemistry change between their friends and pull each of them aside to speak to them about what they’re feeling. Heavy and Spy give each of them anecdotes about their own relationship and about how love is subjective, defined by those who are brave enough to feel it and act upon it. Nothing has to be conventional or traditional!

Medic states that once he and Sniper both relax, their dynamic is muhelos, which means effortless. But getting to that point is still perhaps a little bumpy! Heavy stresses the importance of strong foundations with Medic and Spy advises Sniper to not be so wrapped up in conventionality. This weighs heavily on Medic and Sniper both and opens their minds up to allowing themselves to feel more complicated about one another and that this shouldn’t be something that feels bad, it should be freeing! Medic nearly instantly allows himself to feel this way (as is his nature), whereas Sniper, well, remains a bit more… hung up on it!

The white camellias on the cover can be symbolic of respect (something that is growing steadily between Medic and Sniper as the story progresses), and/or everlasting love. While Medic and Sniper certainly aren’t at that point quite yet, Spy and Heavy certainly are, and they’re definitely the people who can give Medic and Sniper the heart-to-hearts they need! They’ve been together for a while, and Heavy tells Medic that even though he and Spy got off to quite the rocky start as friends, they are happier than ever now that they’re together.

Of course, the mourning dove pair is because, well, Medic has a litany of doves, and in this fic Sniper also helps the doctor find and take care of one of his mourning doves after it escaped. And Sniper gives Medic a name to match Medic’s Spatz for him… Dovey! Ah! So sweet, so fitting! He invites Sniper to the infirmary to aid him in his beloved creature’s care and Sniper quickly agrees, which surprises both of them. Sniper wants to spend time in the infirmary?! Unheard of! Medic picks Sniper’s brain about animal care and finds out that Sniper actually has quite the gentle heart (something he’d been learning about him recently) when he tells him about Hootsalot and his relationship with his bird-best-friend.

Their conversation drifts back to their work and Medic lets Sniper know that his efforts are greatly appreciated, something that Sniper never even though Medic noticed or cared about. Medic insists the contrary and toys with him a little bit, asks him to consider asking Medic if healing him really would be such a chore, to which the doctor cheekily replies that he’d love to help Sniper, any time, always, and the pair joke about Medic coming to see Sniper in his tower on the field. Another instance of clear communication, once they find out how to do so. The fic ends with Sniper considering that complex feelings aren't actually bad and that exploring why and how he feels the way he does is just as important as feeling the feelings themselves! Be kind to yourself, and give yourself time to feel and process those feelings!

Soft Break lets us see Medic and Sniper together in combat, and together off-base, for the first time. This is a huge test of their slowly-budding feelings for one another! After a tense battle with an enemy BLU Spy (who Medic ends up finishing off with the assassin’s own ambassador), Medic rushes to heal Sniper and they talk about the science of the medigun’s technology (you can read a summarized breakdown of this lore here!), noting that healing Sniper is a fun new challenge for him because he doesn’t know Sniper’s heart like he knows the mercs’ whom he heals regularly. Medic is quite excited that Sniper is curious, since nobody else really is… and wants to go further in-depth until… they are interrupted. Sad!

But not to worry… they both find themselves at the local bar with their teammates later that night, and Sniper finds himself yearning to play a game of billiards to get away from the slowly-rising commotion his friends are creating. He wants to talk to Medic but swiftly gives up before he even tries, noting how it’s probably best that everything sticks to the status quo (you can see some of my thoughts on the merc cliques in this post). However, Medic has other plans! To the stunned silence of the mercenaries, Medic approaches Sniper and asks him to play some pool with him. Sniper eagerly obliges and the two begin their dance around the table. Both are studying one another and how they play; Medic is simply matching Sniper shot for shot, and Sniper is drawing the game out in hopes that Medic isn’t getting bored with him. Imagine that! Ha!

While the title of this fic can be interpreted to mean there is something like a “gentle breakthrough” in their relationship, it’s actually a billiards term! (I happen to be a lover of the game myself so this was a fun little addition for me heh) A “soft break” is roughly defined as “A break shot in which the rack is disturbed as little as possible in order to force the opponent to have to break it up further.” Medic and Sniper are tiptoeing around each other on the table and in real life, flirting and lightly pushing one another to keep flirting. Medic of course is much more abrasive, but even he is cautious and wants to be respectful of Sniper’s boundaries. Sniper wants to flirt back and is jealous of Medic’s ability to be so brazen about his feelings, but can’t seem to get himself to act.

This is how I personally deal/t with my own internalized homophobia while trying to process my very not-heterosexual feelings with my delayed processing issues (<- autism trait)… Sniper wants to tell Medic how he feels and how he’s making him feel, but there’s a voice inside of him that says No, don’t do it. It’s not safe to tell him this. Should be obvious, but that’s internalized fear of being recognized as What you are as well as What you’re feeling. Medic’s starting to realize that Sniper’s struggle with his feelings runs much deeper than his own and remains sympathetic and patient, trying to learn Sniper’s communication language and interpret his signs and signals… coincidentally, just like learning to tune the medigun to him! Hoo! What convenient symbolism! It’s a gentle push-and-pull, relying on each other to bring more advances forward and to act on those feelings in a way that’s genuine… but not overpowering. Soft break!

Sniper encourages Medic to talk about his medigun science from earlier and they reach an understanding that perhaps they aren’t as incompatible as they always thought, off the field or on it. They get interrupted once again and Sniper ends up having to take Medic back to the base in his van… which begins in complete and total awkward silence. Medic is fascinated by the inside of Sniper’s van’s cab and Sniper is completely wrapped up in having no idea what to say to start a conversation, until he brings up music! Yet another thing they have in common! They both daydream about making music together, both literally and as a euphemism for sex.. Which will come up later in my next fic! ;-)

The most important, though, as seen on the poster, is yarrow, and their mutual connection to Medicine and botany. Their ship name is bush medicine, of course! Sniper hastily pulls over to harvest some yarrow and Medic is all too enthusiastic to help. He loves getting his hands dirty! Their knees touch and Sniper admits that he loves hearing Medic talk, and prefers to be the listener than the talker (a nod to Heavy’s previous allusion that this would be precisely their dynamic!) and both of them express that they had fun with each other tonight, something that they were both perhaps a little mutually surprised about! So it is possible for them to enjoy each other outside of work/off-base… hmm…!

Yarrow is a plant that has a wide number of medical uses and something that both Sniper and Medic could certainly find use for on and off the field! I do think it’s interesting that both of them having this as a talking point doesn’t come up more in ship dynamics with them since Sniper is a survivalist and surely has had to patch himself up billions of times since coming to Teufort! And they both kind of have an oh duh! moment about it because I think that’s something that happens in real relationships/friendships too. Like an innocent overlooking of the people right in front of you this whole time! But now that they’re starting to fall for one another, they start seeing things they previously never even thought to ask about…!

Malus is fic lucky number five!! Even more time has passed and Medic and Sniper are now much more comfortable with each other; we’ve seen their bond getting stronger and stronger over time, to the point where Sniper feels comfortable giving Medic gifts! Gifts! Good for you, Sniper! They also have become more comfortable touching one another, letting their bodies brush against each other’s on the bush ride home… Sniper tries to discreetly leave Medic some of the herbs and fruits he gathered, but gets caught by the doctor himself! Medic offers him to come back to his infirmary to bake a pie with the apples he’s harvested, and Sniper hesitantly agrees.

At this point in their journey together, it feels like such a slow burn. Total agony! When are they just going to get together for God’s sake?! But when you read over the story as a whole, it actually kind of flies by! And that’s a weird thing about love; just like how you can’t really tell when Medic and Sniper felt their “zing”, you also feel like it’s somehow both dragging and moving really fast! My fics can be experienced totally differently depending on how you read them, which I wanted to figure out how to do because I think it’s interesting that so many different people can read into it so differently! And being told that people can relate to my fics really is immensely flattering to me ;__;!!

That said, Medic and Sniper both kind of feel this now, too. Things are moving so fast and also so slowly, and their feelings for one another are really starting to become... Un-ignorable. Both of them were previously pondering these feelings in spare moments between work and personal hobbies, etc but now they’re starting to bleed into each other… to Medic, Sniper is his work, and someone he now shares hobbies with and also feels connected to him through them (medicine, their birds bonding together)... and while Sniper doesn’t feel like Medic is his work in the same sense, he does feel like Medic is quite literally a part of him. Anytime he looks at the scars on his chest and arms, he thinks of him, thinks of how he feels about him… they’re both in each other’s minds nearly all the time now!

While they’re baking, Sniper shares an anecdote about hunger and how he’s always kind of felt like he’s doing something he’s not supposed to be doing, like he’s yearning for things he shouldn’t be… in Sniper’s story, it’s very literal, but he’s also kind of testing the waters with Medic to see if he’s going to judge him for that or not (the obvious answer is why the hell would Medic judge him for that when he’s the king of self-indulgence?! And you’d be correct, but this is also a metaphor for coming out… testing the waters before you divulge something about yourself that people could potentially take issue with. Very scary feeling! Don’t worry Sniper, Medic would never )... and Medic not only sympathizes with Sniper but he wants to encourage that behavior and nurture it. It’s not a sin to want or to feel, after all.

I delve into Sniper’s relationship with wanting in the companion analysis post I made so I won’t talk about it as in-depth here. I want to use this time to turn some attention onto Medic and how he’s faring in all of this! Throughout my fics, you’ll notice that we don’t spend nearly as much time in Medic’s head as we do in Sniper’s. That’s intentional! I think Medic is someone who is truly unpredictable, and in order for him to be a wildcard, sometimes not even we the readers know what’s going on in his head, and he likes it that way! He’s much more assured than Sniper is, but that doesn’t mean this isn’t complicated for him, too. While this entire time he’s been miraculously calm about his budding feelings for Sniper, things are starting to set in as much more real to him. The cut and dry professional relationship they’ve both always favored is beginning to slip as they both find themselves wanting more (and are coming to terms with and acknowledging their sexual desire for one another as well)...

And something very important, of course, is the sharing of the names (which i’ve elaborated on here) so i’ll keep it short; it’s a very euphoric experience, being known as the person you want to be known as; incorrect perceptions of us can make us feel so small! They’ve both acknowledged that they had misconceptions about one another, but Medic is now taking it further by asking Sniper what he wants to be known as. Wanting to know him as more than just the RED Sniper, but as Michael (or, Michel! Hoo!), his friend… someone more than just an experiment or a coworker. The power of a chosen name… ;-) Very big deal!

And of course, the apples on the cover! Literally, apples are involved because they bake a pie with apples Sniper harvested for them (which is of course also a nod to all of the cute apple cosmetics we get in game!), but… apples also represent temptation, desire… hunger. This is the first time that they both admit they enjoy one another’s company (both too afraid to say anything more, but for different reasons), and they are both much more unabashed about checking each other out (even if it’s mostly when the other isn’t looking!). I think Medic and Sniper are two people who would have always (albeit passively) considered each other attractive, but now there’s both romantic and sexual feelings in the mix. They’re both being forced to realize that they don’t want just a one night stand and they don’t want to be just friends, and that middle ground is vast… and very overwhelming!!

The word malus is nothing more than the scientific word for apples, but its use here unifies the art of the apple (baking the pie) and the science of it (the title)... obviously we know Medic happens to enjoy both art and science (and often conflates the two!) but so does Sniper. And the two of them are very much a merging of those two concepts that are famously so different… and yet… so compatible! Art and science, speaking with the heart or the mind, etc… A lot like Medic and Sniper! This fic (and the ones before them) focus a lot on how different they are, because, well, Medic and Sniper themselves focus a lot on that! But this fic also emphasizes how good they are together, how two completely different people can come together and make (and be) something truly marvelous!

I love using fruit as literary devices in my writing and we are just getting started! Closing out this fic has Medic requesting some apricot preserves from Sniper and touching on their shared enjoyment of the symbolism the apricot shares between them; for Sniper, it’s the spot that one aims for to get the ideal headshot, and for Medic, it’s the connection of the skull and the spine, the physical and the mental… interesting! Apricots become a much more prominent symbol in my next fic, and I am so excited to share it with you all!!

Medic also expresses some of his own insecurities, wondering if things are still moving too fast or too slow (or if it’s simply too late) between him and Sniper and reflects on his own childhood for only a moment-! As I’ve said, it’s intentional that we haven’t seen a lot of Medic’s own monologues like we have of Sniper’s. He likes being unpredictable, after all! But things are starting to bleed and slip into one another.,., neatly defined categories for human interactions are starting to become very messy…! Which puts Ludwig at war with himself; he loves chaos when he’s the one creating it, but if it’s not chaos curated by his hand, well… maybe even he can get a little emotionally twisted up! And keep an eye on that pomegranate symbolism… we surely won’t be seeing the last of it!

ALRIGHT EVERYONE WHEW THAT WAS SO LONG!! THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME THIS LONG ILYYYY and I hope you enjoyed it!! ^v^ This Friday I will begin posting Fever, the newest fic in my bushmed series, with a two-chapter upload to start it off with a bang! Thou Giveth Fever has been a huge emotional journey for me and I’m so so so elated that so many wonderful readers are along for the ride! I’m excited (and nervous!) to bare my soul to you with these next coming fics, kind strangers and friends alike, and thank you endlessly for all of your support!! <333

#dutchfoolery #thou giveth fever #WHEW!!!!#HEHEHEHE #ENJOYYYYY ILYASM!!!!!!!!! ;__;

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bearseulgs · 3 years ago

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enhypen with an equestrian s/o

gn!reader x ot7

genre: fluff, comedy (i think)

wc: 898

warnings: i don't ride competitively so some of this may be inaccurate and i'm mostly basing it off of my experiences as a rider ☝️😍, Heeseung almost gets kicked

Y/H/N = Your Horse's Name (or make one up if u don't have one)

requested!! tysm my love

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Heeseung ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he thinks you are very cool for it!!!

but he doesn't go near horses anymore 🙅🙅🙅

because once he drove you to a lesson at the barn because your parents were busy and your car was in the shop

and you were grooming your horse and he was just kinda standing around awkwardly so you invited him over to pet it

and mans walked behind it not knowing it was a kicker and said smth really loudly and BOY did the horse spook

almost broke his rib but he narrowly avoided it 😮‍💨

so yeah!! he admires you and will totally watch videos of your competitions!!

but never expect him to go near one of those things again

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jay ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

y'all had been dating for a couple of months

and so you invited him over to have dinner with your parents

he didn't know you were an equestrian yet!! so when he got to your place he was very confused lmao

bc why?? do you have a big ol' trailer in your backyard?? and why?? is there a massive shed with a huge field around it?? (i wish i had enough land to keep a horse on my property)

sweetie pie that ain't a shed but he don't know that yet

so anyways y'all are at dinner and you're chatting it up blah blah blah your parents love him bc who wouldn't

and your dad asks "so how's riding going?"

and Jay's like 「(°ヘ°) how's what?

and you're like "oh yeah it's great, Y/H/N hates the summer heat tho"

and he's just kinda sitting there not knowing what's happening so he asks who Y/H/N is and you're like "oh my horse!! ☺️☺️☺️☺️"

your what

it explains the shed and why you're never available on certain days for dates tho

after dinner he begs to meet Y/H/N gotta meet the whole family yk

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jake ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

y'all are neighbors aw how great

and so ofc he knows you ride horses bc like,,, he sees you walk out in your competition attire

and he had to ask why tf you were wearing a sweater and pants on the hottest day ever (me yesterday at my 38° LESSON WHO TF WEARS SWEATERS IN THAT WEATHER)

and you were like "oh yeah hehe i've got an equestrian competition"

after that he comes to every competition to support you 🥹

he loves going to your barn too

he's bffs with the instructors' dogs

and also the chickens

and the cats and goats and

everyone loves him 💞💞💞

he honestly may as well be your stables mascot with how often he's over there lmao

you took him on a trail ride once and he was so happy 🥺🥺

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunghoon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

bold of you to assume he doesn't ride himself 🤨🤨

^^^ his reaction when you told him you rode horses

he doesn't ride tho bc he's lowkey terrified of getting kicked or bitten 💔

and like,,, touchè

but he thinks you're so pretty in your competition attire 💞💞

he loves coming to your shows to see you ride bc you look so elegant

also to show appreciation for you always coming to his figure skating competitions

y'all CANNOT do each other's sports for the life of you but you still support each other aw

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunoo ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

ever since he found out you rode horses he's been obsessed with hearing about your every lesson, trail ride, and competition

he helps you do your hair and your horse's mane for every showcase

he can braid better than you tho wtf 💔💔

also goes to all of your competitions

trust me he loves you and your riding but he is NOT getting on a horse any time soon

they smell weird and he doesn't wanna stink afterwards

you keep trying to convince him to just try it but he keeps refusing 👎

but it's okay bc he still comes to watch you

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jungwon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

actually super interested in riding

he loves listening to you explain it and is always up to hear what you've been learning

he may even hop on a horse himself 🫢

he doesn't really do it on his own time, but if y'all have a free weekend and wanna do an outdoor date he's always up for a trail ride

he's kinda bad at it tho, like he always has to take the easy horse and he still can't keep control of it

it's okay tho bc you still appreciate his willingness to listen to you talk abt it and try it himself

overall 10/10 we love him 🥰

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Ni-ki ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

SO hyped when he finds out you ride

he thinks it's the coolest thing ever and keeps thinking that "riding competitively" means racing

only slightly heartbroken when you tell him otherwise but he gets over it quickly

if he ever watches you go to the barn and practice by yourself he'll tell you to gallop and you're like sir this is a practice arena you're lucky if i work up to a canter

he's content with watching you trot tho bc he still finds it fun to watch

he likes going to your shows with his camera and taking pics of you looking all magical on your horse

prints out the pics and keeps all of them in a box 💞

basically just a lil baby in complete awe of you

a/n: proud to say that i have never been bitten nor kicked ☝️☝️ my uncle's horse Nipper did try to eat my hair once tho

©️ bearseulgs 2022

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alberivh · 4 years ago

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devotion (ROYAL AU) — pt.1 : realization.

Butler! Diluc X GN!Reader . Royal! childe (as supporting character), butler! Kaeya (supporting cast ; in pt2 story line)

contains : heavy angst, comfort/hurt, isolation, arranged marriage, major character death, mentions of blood, injuries, execution, abusive relationship, abandonment, ‘consumption’, false accusation, blades

summaries : arranged marriage has always been one of your family ruthless tradition. You were allowed to love them you couldn’t reach, yet the feeling of being abandoned once and for all by those who you truly treasured was more than numbness could ever describe. Diluc who’s your lover need to accept this tradition, yet he, himself need to get his life down for your future sake.

A/N : thank you for 100 followers!! It has been a wild ride since i’ve just joined this community. Thank you very much and as a rewards, here’s a token of heavy angst for y’all. I have a really bad writing block right now, so this might took more than you think hehe. So once again, thank you very much! ( i actually hate this, tyvm)

“Your majesty…please allow me to hold y—“

“No. I simply do not have time for people pleaser, please let yourself be out from here..” , you cursed your future-husband out of from your bounties. It startled all of the maids and butlers in your room, it even make your somewhat-fiancé looked awful. You were pissed by him, by the structure of his eyelids, the heavy breathe from who-knows-where and many more part of him you don’t even want to recognize.

There’s no reason to deny that you hate this, all of this, Known as the maiden of the family, you were nothing but their only pry. It pissed you, it really does. How come you are holding the throne at the age of 25? Aren’t you supposed to check your garden instead taking all of your well-behave throne and the awful arranged marriage your family has made? No? What an unlucky person you are, the butlers thought.

“Diluc please guide master tartaglia to the upfront door, i have no intention to see him now. If you already had brought him downstairs, get back to my resident immediately.”

“this is the main reason why everyone despis—“

“Please leave Immediately. My master have no further interest to speak with you, master tartaglia.” Diluc shouted your internal response to the group of scums in front of your sight. He heard enough of this small talk your future-husband has been talking about. Diluc wasn’t jealous, he was simply too disturbed with your disgusted face everytime tartaglia walks around your residence. just how much pressured you had been under to make you act so ruthless in front of the man you’ll called husband in no time?

he silently observing him down the hall. Not wanting to have a talk with a scum like him, he avoid any sights of his ‘particular’ interest. After all, in his eyes, tartaglia doesn’t deserve any part of you. He acts too normally, there diluc suspicion of your fiancé grown. There must be something behind his motive. Tartaglia have recognize diluc’s gaze for a while now. Though, he pretend none of those bothering suspicion triggered his rage. And so, he fired him up with a quick straightforward awareness. Or as the citizen say, A threat.

“mr. Butler..stop loving my future partner or tomorrow you’ll have the consequences..got it? And do not touch them..i’ve warned you when you were alive, i like my future partner to be a virgin ins—“

“master tartaglia i have no relationship with the majesty, how come you assume such a thing from a humble butler like me? I was just simply following orders, hope you could understand, master tartaglia.” , answering his rage. Tartaglia found his emotion drains wild. It look like those bothering emotions he hide finally show diluc their true intention to spoiled you. Diluc’s eyes met your fiancé terrifying visions, the murderous aura in it explains his true intention. Diluc could only plea inside, let my majesty be safe.

“don’t you dare say anything to your master, mr butler. My partner has been mine all along, stay away from our relationship or tomorrow would be your last day…”

“Though, i simply wouldn’t mind, ajax.” , he gurantees tartaglia’s eyes.

The night came. the breeze flew through your open windows, leaving chills through your spine. it was an unsurprisingly beautiful night, you quoted. Diluc was preparing your bed, as you humm through the southed area of your room. The melodical sound of your humming have always soothes his grudge from afar. It was always been his favorite sound.

“ your majesty, the bed has been done. You may rest peacefully now..so please excuse m—“

“Diluc…stop making it seems like i’m the only one who loved you..just stay here, i missed you a lot..” , in a sudden your arm was attached to his body, his dirty and ordinary body. You embraced him so tightly, as if diluc were going to some place you wouldn’t want him to cross. You were scared of losing him. You don’t want any of this marriage, you don’t want tartaglia to even acknowledge your presence. You just want diluc to stay by your side, even if you both have considered how selfish it is.

You clunge onto his chest, pressing gentle kiss on his cheeks. Not wanting him to leave nor to leave you behind. So desperate of you to feel this way.

“you’ve been doing great darling,i’m proud of you..”

“please stay like this for a while, i love you. So please, don’t go..don’t go..” , diluc watch your flattering smile turns into a small-sobs, it cracks him, he doesn’t want to let you go either. He was simply following your fiancé awareness, he doesn’t want anyone to harm you, even if it meant for you to see him in agony. Diluc Carries your figure into your bed in return, not wanting to bare any of his emotions. Feelings are fragile and so do he. giving soft and gentle kisses to your forehead as he wiped your tears, whispering a ‘goodnight’ before he left you again. If he was being honest, he wants to be more selfish, he wants to be with you, forever.

“hmm..i’ll be waiting for you, goodnight my beloved..”

“What’s with the inconvenience…?” The loud atmosphere greet you with chills. What time is it? You don’t even know. All you know is the sunrise have yet to grown out from the wave of the clouds. but why must all of your maids gather themself on your room, something important? But why must them gather at the edge of dusk..? Did your mother fucked up again? But actually, what happened?

At the same time, you mumbled a form of question. Where’s diluc? You asked yourself.

“Y-Your majesty! d-diluc have now been courted by the queen, i-i don’t know what happened but please stay put i shall help you! Yes! I-i—“ courted? In sudden, you dropped your glasses. The broken piece of the glasses shard scarred your leg. It was painful, but you didn’t care. The blood shed of your scars leave the carpet of your resident turn into a red motives of blood. What did diluc do to make himself courted by your own mother? All he did was to love me, mother. The maid beside you were in all panics, trying to brag your arm from leaving the room. Although you declined the embrace of it, you were still running in pain, it made the maids panics turn into vomits.

Rushing through the open corridor of your resident in sweats and blood shed, You found diluc. His hands tied with a rope, a slight red bruises covered his face. He was Courted by your mother because of an unknown letter that has been sent to the queen herself, it was dumb for her to court an innocent person like him. Though, at last, you found yourself screaming his name. The pain which hold onto your consciousness leave your body in a second. diluc was aware of this, Everything. His hands wanted to touch you and lead you to rest. but he couldn’t, the execution would be in front of his eyes in no time.

“you did harm my child don’t you? Look at those blood on their legs! How come a butler like you harmed my precious child..?! They are unconscious because of you filthy butler. Know your degree, h—“

“you abuse them, your highness. You abuse them, ever since their father die, you abandoned them and break them to pieces. How come you only care about them dying when their time to hold the throne came? They were dying because of you, those consumption they witness are all because of you. And you dare to tell me what to do when all i did was just to love them?!” He quoted every single words you wish you could say to your mothers face. You wished you have the audacity to tell her the truth, yet your weak body refuse it’s urge to make diluc out of the execution lines. I’m sorry, i’m really sorry.

silence fill the room. You were laying in pain, as you heard diluc’s defense and your mother’s lies. You realized once more, you were nothing to them. Just a pry for the throne. none of the guards have pitied you either, they are too focused on never-letting diluc’s eyes or hands meet your figure in this state of time. Those scarred glasses on your legs have made you lose too-many bloods, it scared diluc. After all, as a lover he is, he has devoted himself to protect you in all cost. let them be safe and take me away. It’s his last hope for you to stay awake for him.

“no execution needed. I have no reason to pay attention to fools like you. so isolation it is. This is all because of you, my child is dying and you’re the one at fault. Noticed how they haven’t even called your name again? They died because your lack of responsibility.” , spitting her mucus in diluc’s knees. You could barely saw diluc chills which you usually saw in his eyes. He’s about to cry..you think.

“Guards, please take my child away and let them rest in their bed. And so for this butler, put him in the isolation room, make sure to let him eat only once in a day, understood? Ah..don’t let my child see him, i don’t want them to see an abuser like him crawling out their life’s on my window.” , orders from your mother are none to first. They couldn’t be disobey and you understand them. You understand how ruthless it is, you understand it. But why must diluc? Why him? You saw the sight of him, blades are all over his neck. For what reason actually? To let him never see you again.

carried by the guards to your room and diluc was gone from your vision. He is not wrong, your highness. So why must those who loved me left my side, mother? Why won’t these bruises you add to my flawless skin never leave me? Is it because i’m a procession of your own sin? It was a cursed to fall in love with those you could barely reach.

PART 2 : COMING SOON

this is shitty, really shitty in fact. Though, thank you very much for reading this. Part 2 will come soon, if i had some energy to write the readers mother personality without getting pissed off. But anyways, see y’all soon at part 2 <3

#diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact #genshin impact headcannons #genshin impact childe #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact tartaglia #diluc x y/n #diluc ragnvindr x y/n #genshin impact fanfic #diluc angst #diluc comfort/hurt #childe angst #childe comfort/hurt

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plant-flwrs · 5 years ago

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I love your writing! Can you do a reader x fred where the reader’s whole family (like siblings) is slytherin except her and she’s in gryffindor and you can do whatever with it thank you!

rivalries as old as time // fred weasley

masterlist!

a/n: omg i’ve never written mean!george this was kind of scary hehe. n e way, hope u like it! thanks for ur request!

summary: Fred and George are usually united on everything, but Fred’s crush on Draco Malfoy’s sister is definitely something they disagree on.

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You had never liked red, and as you fidgeted with your red tie for the fifth time, you felt an elbow to your side.

“Stop,” Fred Weasley whispered from beside you, sending a scowl your way, “It’s distracting.”

“Distracting from what? You have no intention of taking notes,” you said, looking at both his and your blank parchments in front of you.

“Distracting from my daydreams,” he said easily, leaning forward on his desk to rest his forearms against the wood, “I need to focus on them, they’re just getting good.”

“What’re they about?” you asked, hoping to sound rude. Fred looked at you in the corner of his eye, and he was regrettably forced to admit that your signature Malfoy smirk was insanely attractive.

“Oh you know,” Fred said, copying your actions to lean back in his chair, “ the usual. Trolls and Gremlins.”

The both of you slouched in your chairs, arms crossed, ignoring the awfully boring lecture Professor Binns was giving.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed by Fred. Your gaze drifted across the room, trying to find something entertaining for your crystal gray eyes to focus on.

Fred, meanwhile, was internally slapping himself. Trolls and Gremlins? That was so stupid!

He watched your blonde hair fall from where it was loosely tucked into a headband, and you brought a mindless finger to put the hair back. He watched your simple movements, entranced by you.

You and Fred didn’t get along. You are a Malfoy, and he’s a Weasley. But still, somehow, you both always found yourselves thinking of the other.

History of Magic was his favorite class, because of you.

You and Draco had crossed paths on the way to lunch, and he walked briskly over to you, dismissing some of his Slytherin friends. You paid no mind to their scowls and figured they felt so angry because Gryffindor was playing Slytherin next week on the pitch.

“Has mum sent an owl to you this week?” Draco asked, craning his neck a little to look at you. His growth spurt hadn’t struck him yet.

“Oh!” you said, beginning to dig through your bag, “Sorry, forgot about it.”

You pulled a small parcel from your bag, handing it to your brother. The two of you were nearing the Great Hall, where you would have to split and go your separate ways.

“What is it?” you asked, feeling an obligation to be nosy in your little brother’s business.

“Some ink,” Draco said lazily, tucking the package into his own bag, “it’s my lucky ink.”

“Why? Is it enchanted?” you asked, and then lowered your voice, “Is that how you get such high marks?”

Draco smiled at your compliment and shook his head no.

“No, I get those because I study,” he said flatly, a dig at the fact that you excelled more on the Quidditch pitch than the academics.

You jokingly narrowed your eyes at him, and just before he walked to the Slytherin table, you reached out and ruffled his gelled hair. His joking stature quickly turned serious, and you broke into a jog to get to the Gryffindor table and away from Draco. You watched him attempt to smooth back his hair, chuckling as you slid down on the bench, a few seats away from Fred and George.

Fred was hunched over a poorly drawn drawing that George pointed to continuously while he talked.

“If we took that one corridor, there's that curtain that leads here,” George said, moving his finger to the right, “and then we can easily get back in time!”

You didn’t bother to ask, knowing George wouldn’t tell you. As much as you and Fred would get into little arguments, George had it out for you. Despite being his housemate, it was a known fact that you were the target of his pranks. Last year, he had snuck into the girl's Quidditch changing rooms and stole your clothes. You had to beg Fred from where he stood on the outside of the tent to make his brother give his clothes back, and when that didn’t work, you waved your wand and said “Accio clothes”. George had never run so fast up a hill, and he still couldn’t escape your wrath.

You pulled a sandwich from the tray in front of you.

“Malfoy,” Oliver Wood said, catching your attention.

“Yeah?” you said, taking a large bite of your sandwich.

“Did you look over that play I sent you?” Oliver asked, referring to the crumpled note he had tossed at the back of your head during Charms.

“Yeah,” you said, chewing and fishing in your bag for the note.

You pulled it out and saw Fred looking towards you. You looked at him before returning to Oliver. You unfolded the paper and Oliver hunched over it as George had done down the table.

Oliver’s hands were all over the simple drawing, his words getting lost in your boredom. You loved Quidditch, but god, could Oliver be boring.

“What are you two talking about?” both of your heads snapped up to see Fred forcing himself between the two first years that sat across you.

Oliver handed him the paper, pointing at all the meanings of the symbols.

“This,” he finally said, catching his breath, “is how we’re gonna beat Slytherin next week.”

Your weeknights were spent with Oliver, both of you ranting on about strategies while also trying to get done some homework. You occupied a wooden table that was usually used for chess, but the board was moved over to the coffee table where Ron and Harry played.

Fred watched, nearly pouting, from his spot on the couch. He watched the way your light eyes would brighten at the words Oliver said to you, and how you would blush every time he offered you a compliment on your playing.

“Ready for practice tonight?” Fred said, sliding up next to you as you waited outside of Binns’ classroom.

“Yeah,” you said absentmindedly, picking at your nails.

“George and I won’t take it easy on you,” Fred said, his veiled attempt at sounding threatening failing.

“Oh, Fred,” you said, faking a shake in your voice, “you don’t mean that.”

Fred rolled his eyes at your teasing, following after you as you walked to your shared desk.

Both of you came down the Gryffindor stairs at the same time, dressed in your practice jerseys and equipment in hand.

You glanced at him and caught his eyes looking you up and down. You chuckled to yourself, and his face flushed red.

You walked through the portrait hole with Oliver, and Fred watched you as he waited for George.

The two of them twisted and tossed their beater bats from hand to hand as they were perched on their brooms. You and Alicia faced off near the ground, hovering stoically. It was no competition, you were a better flyer than Alicia. She nearly had you matched in the power of her arm, but you still had the upper hand.

Fred bit his lip as you extended yourself to reach for the Quaffle. Your legs were the only thing keeping you on the broom, but you didn’t pay any mind to the unsteadiness. The only thing you thought of was the play Oliver had ingrained in your mind the past week. You repeated his critiques in your head and made sure to fix your grip on the Quaffle.

Alicia trailed after you, and you dove under Angelina to avoid her grasp. They were both trailing after you now. Alicia was nearly taken off her broom by a Bludger, and risking a glance upwards, you saw Fred’s triumphant smile. It was lucky that Fred was on your team for this practice because George had a nasty habit of failing to block Bludgers from hitting you.

Nearing near the goal post, you easily wound your arm back and sent the Quaffle right past Oliver. He slapped his gloved hands on his broom and sent you a proud smile.

The practice continued, and you weren’t hit with a Bludger the whole time, no matter how many George sent at you. Fred was always there to send them off, and send you a wink after he did it. You won the practice scrimmage, but Alicia put up a good fight.

“We have this,” Alicia said, beaming at you as she shed her heavy robes in the changing room.

“If we don’t I think Oliver’ll have an aneurism,” you joked, pulling on a loose t-shirt.

Angelina chuckled, and Alicia continued to beam.

“Really lucky Fred saved you from all those Bludgers,” Katie Bell teased from behind you.

“George has got it out for me,” you said nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders.

“Yeah, but, Fred sure kept you safe,” she continued to hint, but it went over your head.

“Well yeah, we can’t have an injury two days before the match,” you said, closing your locker and shuffling the combination.

Alicia rolled her eyes, and Angelina laughed.

“Yeah, that’s why,” Katie said, giving up.

You walked up the path to the castle and saw a clan of black robes walking down the path. You saw blond hair that matched yours peaking from one of them.

“Draco!” you called to your brother, breaking into a jog to reach him.

“Hey,” he said, breaking off from his Slytherin teammates.

“Are you guys ready for the match?” you asked excitedly.

Draco huffed out a defeated sigh, crossing his arms.

“No,” he admitted, glancing over his shoulder to make sure his housemates couldn’t hear him, “we bloody suck.”

You fought the cheeky smile that crept onto your face.

“Oh, that’s rotten, Draco,” you said, beginning to walk back down the hill with him, “I’m sure you’ll play your best.”

“I’ll try,” he said, beginning to shoo you off, “go do your homework.”

You rolled your eyes at your brother and waved him off, setting back up the castle.

The day of matches was always nerving, but it was even worse when it was against Slytherin. It felt like everyone in the school wanted you, needed you, to beat them.

You and Oliver sat shoulder to shoulder, both trying to get the other to eat something for breakfast. You both claimed to be too nervous, and then the other would say “that’s ridiculous, you have to eat!”.

Walking to the pitch, Harry Potter trailed behind all of you. You watched the twins stop to reach him, each wrapping a comforting and brotherly arm around his shoulders. You smiled to yourself, slipping into the changing room with the rest of the girls.

The crowd was roaring. It had never been this loud. Various chants sounded off, and you soon realized that someone in the Slytherin crowd learned a charm to louden their voice. Hateful words about Harry spouted from the green stands, and boos countered the Slytherin statements from the blue, yellow, and red bannered stands.

Taking the field, you hovered in front of Adrian Pucey as you had hovered in front of Alicia. Alicia was much nicer to look at, you thought, and she was a better player.

Pucey was barely moving before you soared off with the Quaffle tucked under your arm. You avoided the Slytherin chasers easily, twisting and ducking on your broom with the Quaffle on you like it was a third arm attached to your body. Cheers sounded off as you faked out Marcus Flint and Adrian Pucey, making them dive into each other and nearly sending them off their brooms.

You looked back, seeing Alicia wide open behind you. You glanced forward, the Slytherin keeper braced for your shot. You slowed, allowing Alicia to come to your side. You made a seamless pass to her that the keeper hadn’t noticed, and while he looked at you, Alicia came from the left and scored. You met her to high five, your arms outstretched.

Fred dove to you, following a very determined Bludger. His bat was nearly touching it, nearly about to send it off its path towards you. He was just about to reach it when you dove. Fred and the Bludger soared past you, and the Bludger redirected itself. Doing a loop, and seeing that you were no longer there, it went for the next best thing. Alicia barely had time to brace herself before the Bludger knocked her shoulder out of its socket. The painful injury only caused a short interruption, but she had some choice words for Fred and George for failing to hit the Bludger sooner.

After that one incident, the game continued in the same fashion. You and Alicia flew circles around the lacking Slytherin Chasers, and Oliver blocked nearly everything they sent at him.

The cheers from the crowd stayed consistent for the entire match. There was never a silent moment from any house. A renowned gasp fell across the crowd, though, as Draco changed direction quickly. He turned the end of his broom straight up, and with an outstretched hand, Harry was breathing down Draco’s neck. You watched your brother, his blond hair flying off his face, his long arms reaching out into the sky. You didn’t feel bad for rooting for Draco, because even if he caught it, you were so ahead it wouldn’t have mattered.

Draco’s pale fingers eventually did wrap around the snitch, and without thinking, he let go of his broom in the haste of catching the little thing. He began to fall from the sky, and you watched as his legs and arms flailed around him. His broom fell faster than he did, and you flew to him. You were pulling your wand from your boot when someone had beat you to it. Draco hung suspended in mid-air, his body limp. He raised his head, and you saw his ghostly cheeks flushed pink. He looked around, patting his body to check if he was still alive. When he realized he was, he raised his hand into the sky, showing the golden snitch. The green section roared with laughter, but Lee Jordan’s voice halted them.

“Just a reminder! The Gryffindor team still wins!”

Cheers from every other section sounded off, and you felt a pang of guilt in your heart. You could be a Slytherin, you should be a Slytherin, and here you were apart of one of the houses that cheered for your brother's losses.

You flew to Draco, watching as he tucked the snitch into his robe pocket. You hovered, and he climbed onto the back of your broom. You looked around to see who had saved him, only to see Fred’s smug smile above you. George hovered next to his brother, scowling at Fred. You watched Fred tuck his wand back into his robes, giving you a shy wave. You smiled back at him, a silent thanks for the help.

You flew Draco to the ground, where he collected his broom.

“You were great, Dray,” you said, clapping him on the back, “really.”

“We lost,” he spat at you, cringing from your touch.

“Yeah but that’s not your fault.” you consoled him, watching his face soften, “You did your job, you caught the snitch.”

Draco nodded at you, offering you an appreciative smile. You wrapped an arm around his shoulder and squeezed briefly, then sending him off to his sulking Slytherin team captain.

Oliver was already running towards you, arms outstretched.

“Y/n!” he called, and you smiled widely at him.

“You were amazing, Wood,” you called to him, letting him envelop you in a hug.

He pulled you over to the huddle of your teammates, and they were all beaming.

“Wasn’t Potter this time, was it?” Lee Jordan called from his place in the spectator box, “Y/n Malfoy, the best Chaser Gryffindor’s got!”

You blushed wildly at Lee’s exaggerated praise, ducking your head as your teammates all cheered for you.

Fred and George came tumbling from the sky, landing ungracefully on the ground.

“Think this calls for a party?” Fred asked, and everyone’s cheers increased.

The common room was transformed into an even more red and gold haven. Maybe red was growing on you.

You were standing at the center of a huddle, everyone’s glasses raised. Oliver had just made a quite longwinded speech, to which you cut off with:

“Let’s drink to that!”

Cheers came from everyone around you, and you brought your firewhisky to your lips.

“I still don’t get why you did that,” George shouted at his brother, his words slightly slurred. George never could handle his liquor.

“It was her brother, mate!” Fred shouted back.

“He’s a Malfoy! And so is she! Freaks, the lot of them!” George yelled, and the statement trailed over the crowd and to your ears.

You turned to look at the twins, meeting George’s disgusted face.

You pushed through the crowd and put yourself between the brothers, bringing your face to George’s.

“What’s your problem?” you shouted, and he cringed away from the loud noise.

“You!” he shouted back, and you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“You’re a prick,” you said to him, sounding poisonous, “a drunk prick.”

George scoffed and brought a hand to your shoulder. He shoved you away, and you tumbled into Fred. Fred’s arms were around you before you could lunge at George as if he read your mind.

“Let me go!” you shouted to Fred, thrashing against him. George stood in front of you, taunting you. He waved his drink around, his drunken expression full of arrogance.

“I can’t!” Fred called out to you, then to George, “George, stop!”

George rolled his eyes and tossed back the rest of his drink. He stumbled off to somewhere else, leaving you in Fred’s grasp.

He felt your heavy breathing against his chest, your warm arms in his hands.

“You alright?” Fred spoke into your ear, his mouth moving against your hair.

“Yeah, I’m fine, you can let me go,” you said, wiggling from his grasp.

Fred hadn’t wanted to let you go, but he figured it would be odd if he kept you pulled against him.

“He didn’t mean that,” Fred started, but you waved him off.

“Yes he did,” you said. starting to walk away.

Fred reached out for you, pulling you back.

“I’m sorry,” Fred said, his eyes searching yours.

“Stop, Fred,” you said, pulling your arm from his hand again, “None of you Weasley’s have liked me since the day I was sorted into Gryffindor. It didn’t even matter who I was.”

Fred’s eyebrows furrowed at your statement, but he couldn’t find it in himself to feel anything but sympathy as he looked at your hurt expression.

“That’s not true, Y/n,” he started, but you turned again. He didn’t stop you that time.

Your mood was ruined. You filled your cup with more firewhisky, but at the bottom of each glass, all you could see was George’s disgusted face.

You had never done anything to the Weasleys, but that never stopped the redheads, or their friends, from sending you glares any time they saw you. You felt torn, torn by the unnaturalness of you being in Gryffindor, being away from your brother. You were torn by the fact that you felt weren’t even wanted by Gryffindor. No matter what you did, it was never right.

You remembered watching Draco get sorted, his baby-faced wonder as he sat on the stool with his legs crossed at the ankles. You had hoped, you had even prayed, that Draco would be sorted into Gryffindor. When that house was called out, though, the table of green erupted, and you watched your brother be swept off by your rivaling house.

George would never understand this, he would never see you as anything but a Malfoy, a pure-blood supremacist. You weren’t what your family was, you didn’t care about blood status, but no one cared.

Your anger seethed, watching George having fun, dancing with Angelina. Your grip on your cup tightened, and you wanted more than anything to go up to him and throw what was left of your drink into his face. You started over to him.

Fred intercepted you, having been watching you intently the whole night.

“You don’t want to do this,” Fred said, trying to calm you down as he blocked your path to his brother, “wait ‘till morning, then you can scream at him all you want.”

You could only shake your head, trying to move pasted Fred. You didn’t want to do this in the morning, you wanted to do this now, while the warm anger moved through your blood as fast as the whiskey did.

Fred’s hands gripped your upper arms, holding you in place.

“Let me go, Fred,” you mumbled, teeth gritted.

“I can’t, Y/n,” he said, searching for your eyes like he was begging you to look at him.

“He can’t always get away with it,” you whispered, feeling your anger turn into sadness. You had refused to cry about George or anything he said in your first year, but it seemed that now was your breaking point.

“He won’t, I promise,” Fred whispered back, trying to sound reassuring. He found it hard, his heart hurting at the sight of you so upset.

“He always does!” you exclaimed, your voice breaking. Your eyes were still dry, but the pounding in your chest felt like a heart attack.

“Well, he won’t this time,” Fred replied, bringing his face to yours so you had no choice but to look at him, “I’ll make sure of it.”

You met his eyes, and he saw the hopeful glint in them. He offered you a kind smile, his lips stretched across his face. You nodded at him, relaxing in his grasp. You didn’t try to move from it, and you didn’t want to. You felt safe in Fred’s arms.

“Oi!” George called from behind Fred.

Fred turned, putting you behind his back and himself between you and George. You pushed and pulled, trying to get in front of him and to George, but he was too strong.

“Fred, when are you going to get over this?” George asked his brother, downing the last of his dark drink.

“Shut up, George,” Fred warned, trying to push you and him away from George.

“I’ve told you a million times, mate,” George started, “Malfoys and Weasleys don’t belong together.”

Fred was on top of George in seconds. He was wrestling him to the ground and putting him in a headlock.

You put a hand over your mouth, watching as they fought. You replayed George’s words, “Malfoys and Weasleys don’t belong together”. Was this simple brotherly teasing, or did Fred have feelings for you?

Katie and Alicia found you in the crowd, and you hadn’t even realized what you were doing as they pulled you off of Fred and George. You had grabbed Fred’s shoulders, trying to pull him off his brother, but they thrashed against your grip.

Alicia and Katie were guiding you up the girl's dormitory stairs, pushing you towards the bathroom as your face became green with nausea. Katie held your hair, rubbing your back as you emptied your breakfast and what looked to be an entire bottle of firewhisky.

You groaned, moving to rest your back on the wall in front of the toilet. Katie flushed the vomit, closed the lid, and sat in front of you.

“Are you alright?” she asked, her kind voice inviting you to tell her all about your insecurities and worries.

Alicia came in right at the part of you feeling guilty for not being Slytherin, and Angelina stumbled into the dorms at your conclusion of what George said about Weasleys and Malfoys.

The girls consoled you, assuring you that you had every right to be in Gryffindor and that George was just a prick.

“What’d you think he meant by that?” Katie said, testing your reaction, in reference to what George said.

“I dunno,” you grumbled, moving yourself to lay down on the ground. Alicia moved, grabbing your shoulder and making you stay upright.

“Could it mean Fred,” Alicia spoke like a kindergarten teacher, and your drunken self giggled as she spoke, “likes you?”

You gasped, your head falling back to hit the wall.

“No way,” you mumbled, and when Katie started giggling next to you, you did too.

When Fred finally made his way up the girl's stairs, bypassing the detouring charms, he heard loud and manic giggles coming from your dorm. He opened the door but found the beds empty. The door to the bathroom was open, and the sound came from there.

“Hello?” he said, rasping his knuckles on the door frame.

The four girls on the ground, all looked up at him with bright smiles, all saying at the same time: “Fred!”

Fred’s eyes went to yours immediately. He smiled as his name fell from your drunken lips, admiring the twinkle in your silver eyes.

“Are you alright?” he asked, moving to crouch in front of you.

The other girls got the hint, and filed out of the bathroom, all mumbling something of good luck to you.

“Yeah,” you replied, still smiling.

Your eyes focused on his face, and you saw a nasty cut on his lip. It bled a little to the corner of his mouth and down his jaw, stopping just above his shirt collar.

Your smile dropped, and you brought a hand to his jaw, “Are you alright? You’re bleeding, Fred.”

He brought a hand to his lip, and when he pulled it away he saw blood. You pushed yourself to your feet, wobbling a little as you stood. You got a wad of toilet paper and wet it a little in the sink. You put your hands on Fred’s shoulders, telling him to be still.

He closed his eyes as you dragged the paper over his jaw and dabbed at his lip. Once you got the blood off, you got a dry piece of toilet paper and ran it back over his jaw again. He suppressed the groans he wanted to release, forcing his hands not to reach out and grab your waist. Once the trail of blood was gone, you used a finger to tilt his face up. You ran your fingers over where the blood had been, making sure you got it all. Fred’s mouth opened a little at the touch, and he sighed heavily. You let his face drop back to yours, and looked at him. His mouth still had some blood in the corner. You wet the pad of your thumb with your tongue and cupped Fred’s face. You brought your thumb to the corner of his mouth and swiped your finger across his lip. This time Fred wasn’t able to suppress the moan that came from his chest. Your hand still rested on his shoulder, and your hand still held his jaw.

“Did George do this?” you asked, fearful of his response.

“Must have,” Fred whispered back to you.

“I’m sorry,” you said, dropping your hands from Fred and turning your back to him, “I shouldn’t have gone over to him.”

“Hey,” Fred said, wrapping a hand on your waist and pulling you into him, “George deserved that. You should see the shiner I gave him.”

“I can’t let you fight your brother like that,” you whispered, putting a hand on his chest and feeling his beating heart, “you two don’t fight like that.”

“I don’t care. I’ll fight him every day until he gives you a chance,” Fred replied, bringing a hand from your waist to the back of your neck.

When he began to pull your face closer to his, you pulled back a little, still in his embrace.

“I can’t kiss you,” you said, a teasing smile on your face.

“Why not?” he pouted.

“I just threw up, it’s gross.”

Fred dug in his pocket for a second and pulled out a tin. It was one in the packaging of one of his products, but he assured you they had yet to be charmed to make people’s tongues swell.

“I don’t know,” you dragged, twisting the small mint in your fingers.

“Why would I prank you right now? You have no idea how much I want to kiss you,” he took the mint form your hand and put it in your mouth for you.

He was right, it was just a regular mint. The taste of vomit was gone, and after you chewed it, Fred barely wasted a second before he pulled you into him.

He kissed you hard, despite having a busted lip. When you ran your tongue over it, he winced, and you pulled back.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said, bringing your hand up to it and touching his lip. His hand grabbed yours, and he placed gentle kisses to each of your fingertips. His hand moved to your palm, to your wrist, and up your arm. His mouth ran over your shoulder, which he pulled your shirt back from, and up your neck. His lips finally connected with yours again, and you let out a pleased moan.

Fred pushed you against the counter of the sink, and you wrapped your hands in his hair. The feeling of nausea hit you very quickly, and you pulled away from Fred. You doubled over, trying to will yourself from throwing up.

“Oh god,” you started, and Fred rushed to your side, “I’m gonna throw up again.”

“What? Was it the mint? Are you alright?” Fred protested as you pushed him on his back out of the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind him.

You threw open the toilet seat and emptied what was left in your stomach. Flushing, you closed the lid and sat on it. You pulled your wand from your waistband and unlocked the door. Fred came in hesitantly, and when he saw you were fine, he lifted you off the toilet by the hand.

“Come on,” he said, guiding you out of the dorm.

“I don’t wanna go back to the party,” you mumbled, pulling his arm closer to you as you held onto it.

“You’ve been up there for ages, the party’s long over,” Fred assured, pulling you down the stairs.

Cups littered the ground, and abandoned streamers hung from the ceiling. A banner Dean Thomas had made hung lopsided on one side of the room.

Fred pulled you to the couch, bringing a blanket over you.

“Do you want anything?” he asked, and you laughed at his nurturing actions.

You were about to say no, but the rumbling of your stomach convinced you otherwise. You had emptied everything you had eaten, and you were hungry.

Fred snuck to the kitchens easily, making the same trek he made nearly every other night. He brought you back some sandwiches, but when he slipped through the portrait hole, he found you asleep on the couch.

Your breathing was even, and your mouth hung open a little. You curled into the couch, tucking your legs up to your chest.

He put the sandwiches on the table next to you and moved your body to the left. He curled up next to you, pulling the blanket over the both of you. He spooned you, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. He wrapped his arm around your waist, and your hand found his under the blanket.

For the first time, you felt at home in the Gryffindor common room.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.3 Mukami Kou [Track 4]

Original title: 変わらないもの

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 3 Mukami Kou [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kimura Ryouhei

Translator’s note: Rejet really pulled up with the emotional monologue in this one. Even though almost all of the characters have some sort of tragic past/childhood, I personally believe that Kou had it the roughest out of everyone. Not only did he have to go through a lot of shit, but he really did have nobody to rely on at all. Not even the faintest spark of hope. So in that sense, it truly is amazing how he came this far and even found love ultimately.

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Track 4: Things Which Never Change

*Rustle*

“...Nn...Ah! My room...? I moved places again...How?”

He turns his head.

“...! No wonder it felt chilly in here...The window’s left open.”

Kou gets out of bed to step towards the window.

“There’s still a double moon...Not only that, it doesn’t seem like the night is coming to a close despite all the time that has passed. I can’t wait to see the blue skies...If only all of this were just a dream.”

*Rattle*

“Hah...Why did things turn out like this!? ...I didn’t think being forgotten would leave such a strong impact on me. I wonder how you can retrieve one’s memories? What if they... never return at all? Will she continue to reject me forever? ...!! If we have to stay together under such circumstances, it’ll only bring pain and sadness! In that case, maybe I should just...give up instead?”

*TIMESKIP*

*Knock knock*

“...!! Who is it...? Ruki-kun...?”

You enter the room.

“M-neko-chan...? Why are you here...?”

You explain.

“Eh? Were you looking for me, perhaps? But why!? You were terrified of me...”

You point towards his hand.

“My wound on my hand? You were still worried about that?”

You offer to treat his injuries.

“...No need to worry. I told you earlier as well, but I’m a Vampire so my injuries heal quickly. ...Besides, my body’s already covered in scars as is.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“Right...You don’t remember, do you? None of it...Well, it doesn’t matter! It doesn’t matter to you right now, after all~!”

You frown.

“It’s fine, really! I already gave up anyway. You won’t remember no matter what I do, right? If I continue to struggle in vain, it’ll only bring me more pain. You no longer love me. In that case, there’s no reason for us to stay together, is there?”

You simply stand there looking at Kou.

“...Listen, I’m basically giving you permission to run. So why won’t you move?”

You seem worried about him.

“Nah, it’s fine. I no longer care. So come on, hurry.”

You shake your head.

“...!! ...Why!? First you continuously deny me, and now you’re suddenly claiming you can’t leave me be like this!? Are you pitying me, perhaps? ...If not that, then what!?”

You note he seems sad.

“...!! ...But why? How can you...look through my facade and tell I’m sad...even though you don’t have your memories? Even though I already decided I would give up...”

Kou suddenly gets up from the bed.

*Rustle*

“Haah...”

You approach him.

“What are you doing? If you get this close to me, you’ll have your blood sucked again. You wouldn’t want that, right?”

You give him permission.

“...’It’s fine’? ...So why are you suddenly trying to understand me now?”

You mention that the two of you were lovers.

“Exactly. We were lovers. ...Although you seem to have forgotten all about that.”

You ask if that makes him sad.

“Well, of course. Anyone would be sad if their beloved one forgot them, no? ...However, right now, I’m nothing but a stranger to you. So why would you care about my feelings?”

You explain.

“...!! M-neko-chan...Ah...Haha~ You’re such a Saint. You don’t want to see me sad? I’m pretty sure most people wouldn’t want to retrieve their own memories for the sake of someone else. ...But it no longer matters. Even if you don’t remember.”

You tell him you might remember.

“I told you earlier, didn’t I? I’ve given up. There’s no way to guarantee they’ll ever come back after all. ...Besides, this might be a chance to discover a new love for you! In the end, I’m nothing but a Vampire with a horrible descent. Don’t you think you could become much happier if you were to date this really nice guy instead?”

You shake your head.

“Why!? You were terrified earlier after I did all those horrible things to you, no?”

You note that Kou seems sad.

“...Excuse me? How can you tell I’m not a bad guy even though you’re suffering from amnesia...!? You don’t know anything about me! ...I don’t need your comfort, okay?”

You ask him to tell about his upbringing.

“I see. If you insist, I’ll tell you. About how I’ve lived my life up till now. ...You see, I may be a Vampire right now, but I was originally born a human. I don’t any parents, and for as far as I can remember, I was living in a manhole. ...Exactly, it was dirty and stinky, a true hellhole. Obviously, I didn’t have the money to buy any food, so I had to avoid starvation by raiding the trash.

Even if I would get my hands on something nice like a loaf of bread or some money, rather than food, I’d much rather exchange it for something which would make me feel satisfied emotionally. Heh. I lived like that my whole life, so I figured I would continue to do so until my death. However, one day I was found by a couple of soldiers and brought to an orpahange.

Now, this orphanage was quite the experience as well. Honestly, the manhole might have been preferable. I was soon sold as a pretty-faced orphan and received money from aristocrats and politicians. My looks were miles above anyone else’s, so they all loved me! I was toyed with day after day...I even thought of making myself ugly by destroying one of my eyes in a desperate attempt to escape the situation but...It was no use. I never lived a good life, so I guess that part was doomed to stay the same even if I changed environments.

But...I did meet Ruki-kun and the others at the orphanage shortly after. One thing led to another and ultimately I became the person I am today. You understand now, don’t you? What kind of guy I am. I didn’t enjoy a nice upbringing, so I can’t promise I’ll treat you well. ーー And above all, I’m a Vampire. ...If you do remember me, it’ll be a bunch of bad things so you...might just end up ultimately regretting it, don’t you think?”

You sob softly.

“Hm? Wai...Don’t tell me...Hey, lift your face...!”

You slowly look up at him.

“...It’s the same reaction as back then. Even without your memories...You’d still shed tears for me, huh? Those tears...aren’t out of pity, are they?”

You confirm his suspicions.

“...I knew it!”

You clutch onto his sleeve.

*Rustle*

“...What’s wrong all of a sudden?”

You ask why he doesn’t cry.

“Eh? I won’t cry! It’s not like tears would suddenly come out now...I’m fine as long as you cry in my place instead...”

You continue to sob.

“Hehe~ Your eyes are getting red. If you cry too much, they’ll become swollen and you’ll be quite the sight, you know?”

*Rustle*

“I don’t dislike seeing you in tears but...Right now, I’m not a huge fan of it.”

You note that he is crying as well.

“Eh? ...Tears?”

Kou touches his own cheek.

*Rustle*

“Ah...! You’re right. I’m...crying...? ...Ah! Seems like I can’t help but shed tears when I’m with you...I didn’t exactly want to cry or anything...But...I get it now...”

He embraces you.

*Rustle*

“That even without your memories...You are the same person I fell for, aren’t you? ...A miss goody-two-shoes willing to cry for others but...so very kind...”

*Sniffle*

“Mm...! I’ve made up my mind! I’ll stop trying to force your memories to come back!”

You seem surprised.

“It’s fine, even if you don’t ever recall. I still love you regardless after all. ...So let’s just start over again from zero? Together. ...Okay?”

You nod.

“...Mmh~ I look forward to spending more time together, M-neko-chan. (1) ...Say, can I kiss you?”

You give him permission.

“...Thank you.”

*Smooch*

“Mm...I love you.”

*TIMESKIP*

The two of you are walking outside.

“...The morning just won’t come.”

You wonder if he perhaps hates the night.

“No, I don’t particularly dislike the night. ...But I want to see the blue sky, you see.”

You ask Kou if he likes the blue sky.

“Mmh, exactly. I love the clear skies. You’d assume morning would dawn soon but the night just seems to continue on forever, don’t you think? So I find myself thinking I want to watch the blue sky with you...”

You agree.

“Eh? ...Ah, thank you. I’m happy to hear you feel the same way. ...Oh, that rose.”

*Rustle*

“Here, I’ll give this to you. Of course, I thought it would look good on you, so don’t be modest and just accept it~”

You thank him.

“Hehe~ You’re welcome~ Hehe...I finally succeeded at making you smile~! ...Say...I’m sorry for doing all those horrible things to you. ...Being forgotten by the person I love the most in this world just made me so sad, I couldn’t believe it...Ah! But I’ll no longer force you to remember so...Let’s start making memories again together once more.”

You nod.

“...Hehe, thank you~”

*Rustle*

“I love you...Very much so, M-neko-chan...Hey? I won’t hurt so...Let me suck your blood?”

You give him permission.

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Ah...It’s so sweet and hot...Give me more...Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hehe~ Look at you wriggling around...Does it feel good? In that case, I’ll suck you lots, okay? Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Heh~ ...This side’s up next. Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm...”

*Gulp*

“Haah, haah...Even though you made such a fuss earlier, you’ll no longer fight it already?”

You blush bright red.

“Hm? ...What’s wrong? ...Say, why are you going quiet now? Tell me. ...Do you dislike having your blood sucked by me?”

You shake your head.

“Then how do you feel? Say it.”

You grow even more flustered.

“Fufu~ No need to get embarrassed. I’m the only one here after all. ...All you need to say is that it feels ‘good’. Piece of cake, no? ...Come on, say it.”

You whisper.

“Hm~? What was that? You have to speak louder or I can’t hear you.”

You repeat your words, louder this time.

“Hehe~ Good job. As a reward...I’ll make you feel even better. Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...Ah. ...I want some from this slender arm as well...You don’t mind, do you?”

Kou bites your arm next.

*Sluuuurp*

“ーー Ah. Haah...I’ve gotten dizzy for some reason...But I still haven’t had enough. You feel the same way, don’t you? It’s written all over your face after all. That you want more of my fangs. That expression is incredibly cute. Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“I’ll bite you as many times as you wish, so just entrust everything to me, okay?”

*BZZZZZT*

“Uu...Kuh...Right now...Again...!?”

You become worried.

“Don’t worry...It’s no big deal...Ugh...Then...Let me hold your hand at least...I feel like that’s all I need to push through...”

You grab hold if his hand.

“...Thank you.”

*WOOSH*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) これからもよろしく or ‘kore kara mo yoroshiku’ is one of those very common Japanese phrases which I always struggle with when I have to translate them to English. In a work-related context, it usually means something like ‘I look forward to continue working with you’ or ‘Thank you for the continued support’. In this case, I think it conveys Kou’s desire to continue spending more time with her as they once again fall in love.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kou mukami #diabolik lovers paraselene #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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spacedlexi · 4 years ago

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hey! what's ur opinion on season 2? i saw you stream some of it but not for long bc i forgot my twitch password. fav characters? fav ending? any way you wished the story played out instead?

ok im gonna answer this in like a bulleted way to avoid rambling too much (THIS DID GET LONG THO...). i answered some of this during my stream so i'll be repeating myself a little bit from there. i’ll put it under a read more for everyones sanity

general opinion:

- i dont think its great (or even all that good) but ive played/watched much worse so *shrug* it couldve been worse. playing it with a group makes it way more bearable and even funny aha so i definitely had more fun streaming it than i did playing it on my own

- wouldve been better JUST by handling clem as the player character differently. it wouldnt have solved All of its problems but it wouldve been less...annoying.... clem needed to have more agency. she was always being ordered around by dumb adults who didnt seem to care for her safety. the adults needed to take more initiative and clem (as the PC) couldve just defied orders/interjected into convos/done her own thing. this wouldve 1) given the player more agency 2) wouldve been a contrast to everyone relying on lee in s1 (couldve had everyone telling clem to stay out of the way since shes just a kid) and 3) made the adults of the group seem less...useless...since they instead are just constantly relying on an 11 year old to do everything. like do more stuff like the "clem locked in a shed and escapes into the house to steal supplies to patch herself up" thing. even tho it was ridiculous that they locked her in a shed it still gave her agency and was an opportunity to rebel and prove her resiliency/smarts/ability against the poor decisions made by the adults around her who think they know whats best

fave characters:

-none lol

- ok im joking but like only half joking. i liked sarita!! if i had to pick a non-clem character (and thats what youre asking) itd be sarita. she had a strong will/didnt take shit and was also very sweet (and cute i think shes cute hehe especially with her little nose stud)

- my dislike for most of the cast really derives from weak writing and ties back into all these adults constantly relying on an 11 year old to do everything for them

- alvin was ok and i warmed up to rebecca after she stopped being mean to clem for no reason. luke was....Fine after the first episode or 2 but gets way too much credit from people for some reason. sarah was also fine she mainly suffered from weak writing. jane was ok at first but she progressively pissed me off...

- ttg has a problem with giving determinate characters really...Any development at all which is a shame but is unfortunately a byproduct of having a budget and a deadline. if you dont know if a character will be around or not, its not wise to spend time/resources on them when it can go towards characters you know Will be around. they handle this better in s4 by saving determinate routes for the final ep. a bit underwhelming to save it for the end but at least they used it to focus on determinant endings instead in s4. its hard so i try to cut game studios a little slack with that stuff. but unfortunately it made nick and sarah pretty underwhelming characters who lacked really any arc or relevancy at all...

favorite ending:

- wellington ending i GUESS??? ive chosen all of them at least once (except for clem alone ending just because i dont want her to have to be on her own with a newborn baby at 11 years old). honestly the choice at the end of s2 is a little difficult for me to make but usually comes down to the fact that jane risked ajs life to prove a point we already knew. which was that kenny was a man on the edge holding on by the universes thinnest thread. i cant trust jane to put clem first and by her flashback scene in s3 i was right not to trust her lol. i do love that aj tattoo clem gets from the jane route tho...ive literally chosen that ending Just for the tattoo before lol

- also the wellington ending keeps clem from hugging or kissing gabe SHDSHHSJ so that really seals the deal for me lmaooooooo youre too good for him bby

play out differently?:

- honestly not..really?? but thats mainly because i dont think or care enough about s2 to think up whole other plotlines...

- someone in the stream chat mentioned that s2 went through rewrites after some scripts/episodes got leaked or something which ALWAYS IS A BAD DECISION and makes me so so disappointed and frustrated. it always negatively impacts a story to put it through rewrites just to counter "spoilers". so i definitely think s2 suffered from that decision. the question is just how much did they rewrite? was s2 always weak or did it mainly suffer due to unnecessary rewrites? what a shame.

- the kenny/luke showdown wouldve had more of a natural buildup than the kenny/jane showdown did. and the arvo stuff was soooooo duuuumbbb and annoying. someone in chat made the point that it wouldve been more interesting if the group that attacks them was the 400 days crew looking for revenge from howes and i definitely agree!! wouldve given that group more relevancy instead of just seeing them as like little easter eggs....

- sarah also had a lot of wasted potential. im assuming they were trying to make some "shes how clem would be if lee never taught her to defend herself" point but i dont agree with it?? because clem was already protecting herself in her treehouse with that hammer before lee even found her. they just didnt know how to handle a character with anxiety very well and it shows. at least they do a better job with brody in s4 (i love brody 💕). they also try to pull another weird character foil "this is how clem would be if she was brainwashed" with minnie in s4 but i dont agree with that one either (clem would be the sophie who dies fighting in that scenario lets be honest with ourselves clem could never be brainwashed shes too smart and strong willed "you gave up minerva. i never will")(they needed to stop with the character foils because they even tried to pull it with FUCKING C A R VE R “we’re not so different” sir im 11)

OK I THINK thats all i have to say. im sure i made other points throughout the stream but yeah these are the ones that stand out to me enough to talk about here

#replies with lexi #incognito #the walking dead game #i wrote this as a draft on my phone and this whole answer almost got lost ohhhhhhh my god that gave me a heart attack #sorry im late to responding to this anon i forgot abt mothers day hsfjsd

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4birds-of-a-feather · 4 years ago

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Chapter 27 - Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight (when it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night) [part 4]

Birds Of a Feather

Today is Sara’s birthday (both the author and the fictional one!) so we decided to come out of our usual hiatus to post a silly update and let y’all know that we’re grateful to have such wonderful, loyal readers that haven’t given up on us ✨ Hope you’re gonna enjoy this!

(In the previous chapters: the game of Never Have I Ever has been intense, to say the least, and now the guests are left to go on with the party with the aftermath of thoughts and memories that the game brought up)

The game finally ended and, unsurprisingly to everyone, Elias was the undisputed winner. Nevertheless, he laughed it off, saying he just lied and avoided drinking when he could have done it because he’d rather have the others get drunk so he could make fun of them. The gang didn’t even pretend to believe his version. They hated him more when Layla came up with the idea for the prize. Elias was already rubbing his hands, expecting a kiss or something similar, but it turned out the girl wanted to award him by revealing to him the solution to her previous game. “Sorry, Layla, but I gotta tell you, you don’t know what you just did there” Mike shook his head as she walked him by with two full glasses in her hands. “Hehe, what?” she stopped to talk to him and after an awkward couple of seconds handed him one of the drinks. She had meant to catch up with Eddie, offer him the drink, drink up her stronger one for some liquid courage, and tell him that she liked him. But now there she was, talking to Cready, and didn’t want to seem rude, keeping the alcohol to herself. “You put a big weapon in the hands of the wrong person, that is Elias. Now the guy’s gonna go to every girl in the room and use it as a bargaining chip to get something out of it” Mike explained keeping a straight face, something that made her laugh in his face “Don’t laugh, I’m not joking!” “You’re an evil genius, how did you come up with such a plan? I bet Elias didn’t even think about that!” “Uhm, I don’t know… but I bet you didn’t think about it. Or you’d have already used it with a certain someone…” he remarked and hid his smile drinking a sip from his glass. “What the hell are you talking about, Michael? You’re drunk” Layla tried to sound dismissive but was actually smiling. “I’m talking about things, you know. Things that should be done. And if you’re gonna do things, New Year’s Eve is the night – I mean, it’s the mother of all nights, isn’t it?” “The mother of nights to do… things?” Layla asked with an arched eyebrow. “Exactly. Like, it’s New Year’s Eve! It��s a big event” “A big doing-things event” the girl nodded suspiciously. “You almost feel like you have to do things tonight” “Ok but no. This idea of having to do things... it’s kinda cliché. Isn’t New Year’s Eve just so overrated?” “Maybe. I guess you don’t need to ring in the New Year doing things… if you actually do things during the rest of the year too. But if you don’t…” Mike didn’t finish his sentence, keeping the weird theoretical conversation on a very practical matter going. “And what if I wanna start doing things tomorrow?” “Well, it’s almost tomorrow, so...” he shrugged and took Layla by her wrist, showing her her own watch. “Half past eleven? Already?” Layla emptied her glass at once and handed it to Mike, then left and went around the apartment looking for someone, finally determined. <New Year’s resolution #1: doing things>

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Sara was quietly sipping on her fruit punch when the stereo system started to blast Lambada at full volume; after she recovered from a near death by choking, she proceeded to look for the person responsible for that atrocity. Meanwhile, around her some people had begun to dance to the tune in a totally unironical way – that made her quicken her pace. “I knew I shouldn’t have left you in charge of the mixtape!” she finally gave the culprit a push from behind “You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that?” “I’ve been told, once or twice...” Stone gave her a lazy smile “What, you don’t approve of my musical choices?” “Fuck off” the girl started to walk away, then suddenly stopped “Oh, by the way: all these years you’ve been pulling my leg by saying I’m the shortest person you’ve ever known? Get your eyes checked, champ” she nodded in Demri’s direction while looking pointedly at him. “That’s because she doesn’t count – she’s like some kind of nymph” “Oh, wow, a nymph” Sara kept her deadpan face but seemed to stress the last word “And that makes me a…?” “... a person with dwarf ancestry, no doubt about it” “I hope you choke on one of those stupid pretzels you made Layla buy” she cut it short and made her way to a group of people from where Demri was calling her. “Hey, girl! I’ve been meaning to ask you: what sign are you? ‘Cause I have a faint idea of what you might be, but I wanna make sure I haven’t lost my touch” “Aquarius, what about you?” “I knew it! We’re neighbour signs, I’m a Pisces and I simply adore Aquarius people” Demri grinned enthusiastically, then looked at the others “They’re so full of knowledge and different interests, they always show you a point of view you would have never thought to see from, they-” “Ok, ok, enough with this astrology bullshit” Stone interrupted her, having apparently joined the group “We get it, you really like playing the little witch but cut us some slack, please” “Hey, it’s not bullshit! The planets are actually involved in shaping our personalit-” “Yeah? Then why Chris and I were born on the same day but he’s like that and I’m like this?” “I guess you can blame genetics for that” Sara blurted out, making Layne chuckle loudly enough to get the stink eye from the guitarist. “... that’s because you both have Sun in Cancer but were born in two completely different years, so all the other planets and signs are different too! It’s not so hard to get it, Stoney – this must be the hundredth time I’m explaining it to ya” the other girl didn’t miss a beat, and Sara could have kissed her then and there for the way she had just handed Stone’s ass to him – his embarrassed shitface was priceless. “So… how does this work? How can you actually know which planet is in which sign?” Chris seemed to show genuine interest about the topic, and Demri gave him a radiant grin. “Well, beside the birthdate you also have to take into account the time and birthplace you were born… the latitude and longitude and all those things, and you have to do some calculations to figure out the results, but you use some printed tables to help you with that” she sighed “I knew I had to bring my manual here! It’s old so the tables aren’t up to date, but they would have been good enough for our birthdates… fuck my life” “Hey, I’ve got one huge book that Layla gave me for my last birthday – if I’m not mistaken, the tables there go until 2020… I could lend it to you a few days so you can xerox the pages you need and then we could meet someplace so you can give it back to me? What do you say?” Sara didn’t have to wait for an answer because the other girl had literally jumped on her and was hugging her tightly. “You’re the best Aquarius I’ve ever met! God, I love you, you crazy, beautiful people” “I take it you approve, great” Sara chuckled “Just lemme go in my room to see where I put it – the sooner I start to look for it, the sooner you’ll be able to shed some light upon these amateurs’ miserable lives” She shot a cheeky wink in Demri’s direction and then proceeded to make her way to her room. <Who would have thought to find a fellow astrology enthusiast right here? I have to concede to Layla that, after all, giving this party wasn’t such a bad idea…> The girl smiled to herself: the day was reaching its end but it looked like it wasn’t going to be an entire failure – not something she would have expected after what had happened in the afternoon. She finally opened the door, a hand already going to flick the room’s light on, and when she turned she stood petrified. Apparently, there already were a couple of people on her bed: a girl with a blonde bob was straddling a guy – at least, the hands that were struggling to unclasp her bra seemed to belong to a man. The confirmation came when the hidden figure stuck his head out and revealed himself to be none other than Jeffrey Allen Ament. “Oh – I’m so-sorry, I’ll just go… don’t let me disturb the two of you” she muttered as stiffly as she could, then mustered all her strength and bolted out of the room.

The ice cubes in the drinks Layla had been holding in her hands were melting. She had fixed two more for Eddie and her but hadn’t approached the singer yet – and not because she couldn’t find him. There he was, sitting on the couch, totally absorbed in a conversation with Matt Lukin, who was also sharing a joint with him. Layla found herself fantasizing about what the hell those two could be talking about, whether they were having a deep philosophical debate or they were just trying to answer age-old questions like “What do teeth taste like?”, “Which armrest at the movie theater is yours?”, “Do pets name their owners?”, “Is the S or the C silent in SCENT?” The girl realized her drinks were warm and downed them both, hoping they would make her more talkative. Right after that she went to grab two beer cans from the fridge and walked through the people at the party up to Eddie at a moderately fast pace. Eddie saw her coming towards him with some anticipation and just smiled at her. “And that’s why it’s called sand, I swear to god” Lukin pointed out as she was in front of her. “And why is that?” Layla asked and Matt shot her a glance and sighed, as if she was asking a question with an obvious answer. “Because it’s between the sea and the land, of course” “Right, I’ve never thought about it!” she said as she handed one beer to Eddie. “What’s up, El? Are you having fun?” Vedder asked her and for a moment she thought that was probably the first time he called her like that: that was how Sara called her. She couldn’t say if it was a good or bad sign but didn’t think too much about it. “Yeah, the party’s been pretty successful so far… I mean, it didn’t turn into a disaster yet and nothing is on fire in the house, so yeah, everything’s alright” the girl replied and couldn’t help being surprised by the number of words which were escaping her mouth. <Couldn’t I simply say YES, WHAT ABOUT YOU? I guess it’s the alcohol speaking…> “And how come we say things are on fire while it’s actually fire being on things? Ever wondered about that?” Lukin questioned the two as he snatched the beer can from Layla’s hand “Thank you, darling” “Oh you’re welcome! And no… honestly I’ve never thought about that. Well, Eddie, can you just come with me for a second?” <Smooth, Layla, very smooth> she did a mental facepalm at how obvious she must have sounded. “What did I do?” the singer asked, suddenly alarmed, and Layla giggled and thought that he probably was too stoned to even understand shit. “Haha nothing, I just need you… err, need you for something” she pointed at somewhere vaguely around the hall with her thumb. “Uh ok, sure!” Vedder sprang up from the couch and took a last hit before handing what was left of the joint to Lukin. Layla started walking and gestured for Eddie to follow her. When he did she suddenly felt scared – actually terrified. She hadn’t practiced any speech, she hadn’t practiced anything, she just decided she’d tell him and now she had no idea how to practically do it. “Where are we going?” he talked into her ear as she was slowly walking through the people in the living room. “Uhm… just… DOWN THERE…” she didn’t turn around to answer and thought that yelling over the music was a much better option than finding herself face to face with Eddie just yet. “Are we leaving the house?” Eddie frowned as the two of them found themselves beside the front door of the apartment. “Oh no, I just, I thought of a quiet place, you know? To talk and stuff. And I think it’s quieter, here, don’t you think?” Layla said and knew that talk and stuff was up to her and it was too late to back away now. “It is. I honestly thought you wanted to save me from Lukin’s existential questions” “Hehe well, also. But I also wanted to talk to you” “Oh. About what?” a million things rushed through Eddie’s mind right then. What if she wanted to tell him she was getting back with her boyfriend? What if it was the opposite? What if it had nothing to do about them at all? What if it was just the solution to her mysterious game… <Yeah, that must be it, stop building your usual castles in the air> “About… about things and… failure, you know?” “Failure? What do you mean?” he asked confused. “I mean… you can fail either if you do things without thinking about them or if you think about things without actually doing them, right?” “Yeah…?” Eddie nodded and squinted at her, trying to guess where she was going with this. “And this is one of those there-are-two-types-of-people things. And I think I belong to the second type, I always did” “Uh-huh” “Like, I’m the one who always thinks about doing or saying stuff but rarely does. I'm that type of failure” “I have to disagree with that” “What?” Layla was surprised but also somehow relieved about Eddie interrupting her, so she could have a few seconds more to figure out what the hell she was talking about and where she was heading with all this nonsense. “You didn’t think too much about crowd surfing at our last show, well, not during our set but… I mean, you’re thoughtful and all but sometimes you’re capable of such impetuous acts. And you’re everything but a failure” Layla didn’t know if she was more surprised at what Eddie thought of her or for the fact he could use the word impetuous while high. “Well, I wish I was more impetuous in everyday life and not just at rock concerts” “Why are you telling me this?” “It’s… it’s just Mike’s fault!” “Mike?” “Yeah, we were talking about New Year’s resolutions and stuff like that” “Do you wanna know what my resolution is?” Eddie asked, still suspicious about the whole conversation. <So is that what it’s all about? New Year’s small talk?> “Yes, please” “Well… my resolution for 1991 is… to record this album and not to suck too much, to finally try and make an actual living of this thing that everybody in my family calls a hobby, you know? To play as many shows as I can. And not be fired by Stone” Eddie said and he wanted to add Kiss you to the list but he wasn’t intoxicated enough to say that out loud. “Oh well, that’s a very interesting bunch of resolutions” “What about yours? Being more impetuous and…?” “And…” <And tell you that I’ve been thinking about you, a lot. I think about you even when you’re right there with me. Like, I’m even thinking about you right now. Basically I always think about you. But not in a creepy way. It’s not like I’m listening at your door all the time. I’ve actually done it only once. Or twice. It’s not like I check the time when you get back home at night when I’m casually awake. Because it’s not like I stay awake on purpose waiting for you when you’re out at night. It’s definitely not like I picture your face while listening to your tape when you’re not around. It’s not like I listen to that cassette all the fucking time or anything. Well, to the casual observer of my thoughts it may look like I’m kinda creepy, like I’ve been thinking of you in a marginally creepy way… Oh my god, why am I telling you this? Wait, I’m not actually telling you! It’s all in my head so… nevermind> “... and get my master’s degree and find a real job. And get back into swimming” <See? I’m totally not thinking about you at all> “That’s cool” “Well, I used to be a pro. I can’t be a pro anymore, I don’t wanna be, I just wanna do it more. I just love being in the water” “I see. I love that too” Eddie agreed and came closer as Layla backed up until she had her back against the door. At the same time, without knowing, they were both thinking about being in the water together. “Anyway, I’m sure you’re gonna reach all your goals. If the record is half as good as the demo, then it’ll be huge” Layla snapped out of her water fantasy, while out of the corner of her eye she spotted an ocean blue sparkly blur pushing its way through the living room and running across the hallway behind Eddie’s back. “Wow, well, thank you” the guy was inches away from her but she was now focused on her friend, getting into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. <What the fuck is happening?> “... I gotta pee” “Huh?” “Yeah, gotta go. It’s almost midnight so… see you next year, hahaha” she nervously added and walked away, just like that, leaving a confused Eddie staring at the front door.

“Seems like she’s conjuring that book directly from Mars” Stone dead-panned: it had been a while ever since he had seen Sara going into her room. This time Layne didn’t laugh at him but thanks to his remark – to his wounded ego’s relief – and had instantly gained a slap on the nape provided by his girlfriend. “The more time passes, the more insufferable you become, Stoney” Demri huffed “It’s like you have some kind of biological need to pester anyone who has the misfortune of being on your way-nevermind! My ally has come out of the cave unscathed!” she added, after seeing the other girl finally exiting the room. Stone turned again and there she was, striding through the hallway like some sort of acid-tripped Starry Night. “Huh, looks like her treasure hunt didn’t go well” Layne remarked, noticing how her hands were empty; furthermore, she kept on walking without sparing their group a single glance until she disappeared from their view. “Annnnnd she’s gone” Chris clicked his tongue and raised his glass high in some sort of toast to Sara. “She’s gone but the real question is: where is she going?” Staley looked alternatively at his girlfriend, Cornell and Gossard, the latter remaining suspiciously silent. “And why?” Chris added after taking a sip. “Why? Well, given the expression on her face and the fact she didn’t seem to give a shit about us or the rest of the world, I think it’s pretty obvious she’s upset for something… or someone” Demri pointed out “But that could be just my stupid Pisces intuition talking, don’t mind me” <Tsk, it doesn’t take an astrologist to tell that the girl’s fucking mad> Stone thought but it wasn’t until he spotted a very well-known person in the corner that it all clicked in his mind. When he saw Jeff rushing into the hallway, looking around, followed by a blonde girl who was talking to him while fixing her shirt, it all started making sense. <That poor excuse for a vertebrate….> the guitarist shook his head and scrubbed his hand across his face in frustration. “I need a drink” he said, excusing himself from the small circle of friends, and apparently walked up into the kitchen. Instead, he made a bee line to wherever Sara went.

“Sara? Come on, Sara! What’s up? Just tell me if you’re ok in there” Layla had been knocking on the bathroom’s door for a couple of minutes when Eddie first and Stone soon after showed up behind her. “What’s happening?” the guitarist tried to assess the situation, without mentioning what he had just witnessed. “It’s Sara,” the other guy answered him, while Layla proceeded to increase the knocking’s intensity, hoping to bother the other girl enough to let her into the bathroom “I think she’s not feeling good” “Oh – you think it has something to do with the food? Or maybe there are too many people in here and she felt dizzy...” Stone kept on feigning ignorance about the real cause of the girl’s distress. “I don’t know, it could be? Layla and I just happened to see her run in this direction and decided to follow her to see what we could do, but she doesn’t seem to be willing to cooperate with us” “And can you tell us what are you doing here, Stone?” Layla huffed, upset because her best friend still had to answer to her pleas to open the door “The less people we are, the more chances we have to make her feel a bit better” “Nothing, I swear I was up to nothing” he raised his hands “I was just going to get myself something to drink when I saw you guys quickly walking in this direction and thought that I should check on you, that’s all” “What if she… you know… took something and…” Eddie scratched his nape, casually speculating, but Layla and Stone shushed him up almost at the same time. “What? No way, man” “Sara’s not into that stuff. I know what happened. It’s all Jeff’s fault” the girl pointed out and Gossard was surprised to hear that. <Did she see them too?> he wondered. But if that was the case, he was mostly surprised that Layla would mention it at all. “Why Jeff? What did he do?” the singer questioned, thinking of another typical round of Sara and Jeff quarrelling and being at each other’s throat. Eddie thought maybe Jeff could have gone too far this time. “I told him to go to Pike Place Market but I bet he didn’t!” she said, still frantically pounding on the door. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Stone had no idea what was going through the girl’s head and looked at Eddie, who seemed equally perplexed. “It took him little time to do all the grocery shopping I asked him to do for the party. I specifically told him to go to Pike Place to buy seafood but he came back with some low quality prawns he must have bought in some fucking convenience store or something closer to home. Sorry Sara, I should have known better!” the girl added the last sentence directly addressing the bathroom door in a louder voice. Stone laughed internally at Layla’s assumption, whereas Eddie thought she must be really worried if she used the F word. “Well, darling, if it makes you feel any better I’m not hearing retching sounds coming from the inside, so I think the food poisoning hypothesis can be excluded” the guitarist patted her on the shoulder, but she kept on knocking on the door. “I’m sorry to inform you that I won’t feel better until my best friend comes out of the cave! She doesn’t know it yet, but I make a damn good Jack Torrance impression and I’m honestly itching to let her see it” “... ouch, maybe it’s better if I go looking for something to drink for her, the situation is quickly escalating” Eddie added and began to walk in the kitchen’s direction, hoping to find something for himself as well. “Please, let it be some chamomile tea because she doesn’t need any more Godzilla fuel” Stone shouted at him, avoiding a brutal push from Layla, who had heard everything. “Can’t you just stop being sassy for a minute? I’m worried, for real, can’t you see it?” “You don’t need to be, trust me. Sara’s ok, nothing happened, really” “How can you say that?” the girl felt he was keeping something from her. “Because I know” “And how do you know?” “Because… Well, I was there so I know what happened. And it was nothing. Sara is just making a scene for nothing – which is typical of her, lemme tell ya” “Why do I feel you’ve got something to do with that nothing that happened?” Layla looked at him suspiciously. <I knew he was up to something the moment he arrived! After all, he was talking to her like five minutes before she fled into the bathroom, it must be Stone’s fault!> “Ok ok, I give in! I’ll confess.” Stone raised his hands as a defeat sign and said the first thing that came up to his mind “We were discussing movies and I just shared one maybe slightly unpopular opinion” “That is…?” “I just said that Martin Scorsese is overrated” “YOU SAID WHAT?” “I mean, he directed a bunch of pretty decent movies but-” “A bunch of decent movies? Did you use these exact words?” Layla now could see why Sara wouldn’t want anything to do with the world outside the bathroom. “Yeah, more or less. Anyway, he did something good but… err, I just find him so boring, you know” “Well I think I can speak on behalf of Sara and say you can stick your unpopular opinion up to your you-know-where and apologize to her, Martin and the movie industry” she folded her arms and started tapping her toe as if she was actually waiting for apologies. “And that was what I was expecting, I was expecting her to tell me to fuck off as usual but she just up and left. Maybe she’s in a bad mood” Stone shrugged and silently prayed for the girl to believe his bullshit. “Yeah, she’s been in a weird mood all day” Layla recalled her friend disappearing the whole afternoon and then reacting strangely during their drinking game. “I’ll apologize to her” “Good. Just do it” “But… I can’t do it if you stay here” “Hahaha and why? Are you shy all of a sudden?” “It’s hard for me, you know” “Are you like the poor man’s version of the Fonz? Who can’t physically say I’m sorry?” “Sort of…” “I don’t know if I can leave you and Sara alone, can I trust you?” she sincerely asked. “Oh for fuck’s sake, sure you can! I’m not Jeff” Stone retorted and his remark had multiple meanings but Layla could only grasp one of them, the most obvious one. “Ok, come on Sara, tell this guy off and get out of here! It’s almost midnight!” she addressed her friend again with one last weak knock on the bathroom door and then went back into the living room. “Scout, the coast is clear… now you can come out” Stone had waited for Layla to disappear before addressing again the door; there was silence, when finally a croaky voice came from inside the bathroom. “... that makes you Boo Radley, I suppose” The guitarist smiled to himself: “I guess it does” “I appreciate the sentiment but I just wanna stay alone” “And monopolize the bathroom for the whole evening? Nuh-uh, missy, I won’t all-” “Stoney, what are you doing here, talking with the bathroom door?” a wild McCready appeared out of thin air, looking at his bandmate in a mildly concerned way. “Just trying to find out if it’s made of oak or pine” “Well, try to get an answer really soon because I must go inside!” “Jeez, Mikey, you know you can smoke from the balcony, right? Nobody’s going to call the police” “What did you understand??” Mike grabbed him by the shoulders and started to shake him “I already did that, we’re talking about another kind of emergency!” “What? You lost your contacts and need to put in another pair?” “I NEED TO SHIT! There, I said it! Are you happy, now???” “... you could have done it from the start” “That’s what I was trying to do” “... too bad we have another emergency going on, so you should find another suitable place for your crap – literally” “WHAT THE FUC-” “In your shoes, I wouldn’t get excited… you never know when shit’s about to hit the fan” “Fuck off you and your shitty puns, Stone! Where am I supposed to go??” Mike whined, shifting his weight from one leg to another with little jumps. “I don’t know, you could shit in Jeff’s bass case? Or hidden behind the ficus plants, but pay attention because Elias might still be lurking there…” “I’m going to knock on some apartment doors and the first that opens to me is gonna be the chosen savior!” McCready made his way to the front door, but stopped halfway “Don’t think I’m gonna forget how merciless you’ve been with me, I’m having mine served cold” “Hope you’re not talking about your imminent masterpiece, Cready…” “FUCK OFF, STONE” and, thus said, the victim ran outside the VedderAment residence. Gossard let out a huge breath of relief, then turned again towards the door: “Now, where were we?”

#eddie vedder #jeff ament #Pearl Jam #eddie vedder fanfiction #pearl jam fanfiction #grunge fanfiction #jeff ament fanfiction #Birds of a Feather #chapters

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happykawa · 5 years ago

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Hey!!! I love your Writing! Are you planning on doing a part two to Lukewarm? Keep writing, your good at it! :D

I’m glad you enjoyed it hehe 😬

You remember how tough it was to get over Kageyama.

The first week, you had to actively suppress the instinct to grab your phone and call him. You had to change the places you went to avoid 2 things: Tobio and your memories together. That meant finding a new gym, a new coffee shop, a new bookstore, a new everything. You also made it a goal to stop calling him Tobio. Took you 2 months before you broke it.

Hitoka was ever accommodating, and you really did appreciate her. But losing Kageyama not only meant losing your boyfriend, but losing your best friend as well. So you had to grieve for the loss of both on your own.

Hinata kept you updated on Kageyama, like you had requested him. It was to make sure that he didn’t do anything stupid. You were thankful for it. However small it was, it kept you at peace during times that your mind decided to venture into those dark corners.

After 6 months, you got promoted to Editor-In-Chief but in a different branch. There was a whole goodbye party. It was the last time you saw the team together in one room, and it was the last time you saw Kageyama.

Your first day at work did not go so well. The previous E.I.C was well-loved, and it showed. No one would talk to you outside of business. It was a completely different environment compared to the last place you worked in. Each decision you made was second-guessed, and they took every chance they got to undermine you.

Everyone saw you as this cruel woman from the city who overtook their beloved boss’ job. The employees were cold towards you, and for the first few days you stayed there, you felt so lonely.

You cried yourself to sleep each night.

The second week, you couldn’t take it anymore. A mistake an employee made pushed back the publishing dates by over a week. He blamed it on you and being as unpopular as you already were, your superiors believed him. You got reprimanded and a pay-cut for it.

You landed on your bed, quietly sniffling. The last hour of crying in your car really did a number on you. Your whole being may as well be numb with how you were feeling,

You had to talk to someone, you just knew it. Otherwise, you didn’t know what you were going to do. It was one thing to feel lonely but not alone, but to feel lonely and be alone was worse.

You turned your phone on, trying to control your sniffling as you pressed 2 on your speed dial.

It rang 3 times before the owner picked it up.

“Hello?”

“To–Kageyama?” You stuttered, mentally cursing yourself for almost calling him by his first name.

“Y–Y/N?”

Hearing his cool voice was like a splash of cold water under the drying heat, especially as he said your first name. Your brain was screaming at you to stop, to hang up, but you couldn’t care less. Not when you were this vulnerable. You allowed yourself this brief moment of weakness.

“Ye-yeah. H-hey.” You couldn’t stop your sniffling and hiccupping, and you couldn’t be bothered to try harder. You were simply focused on the sound of his voice.

“H-hey. How are–are you crying?” You heard the surprise in his voice shake off, to be completely replaced with worry. You felt a little relief, though you don’t admit that to yourself.

You tried to stop your sniffling, to no avail. “N-no,” Sniff. “I-I’m not–” Sniff. “–crying.” Sniff.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Did you? Just thinking about it made you want to sob again. Not to mention you were talking to your ex, when you both clearly had not yet moved on.

“No, no, I just… I wanted to hear your voice.” You hoarsely whispered. You felt tears welling in your eyes, but this time, it was for him. The past suddenly flashed back to you, and you couldn’t help but shed a tear.

“Can you just talk? Maybe tell me about your day?” You asked. A fear lingered within you, that he might not comply. It was well within his rights. You were the one who broke up with him in the first place.

You heard shuffling on the other side And then silence. “It’s completely fine if you don’t. I understand.”

You slightly panicked. Had you crossed the line? Had you overstepped your boundaries? Maybe. You had no right–

“Sorry, just got out of the court and there’s bad signal inside.” You heard him opening his car and starting his engine, followed by a loud beep. He had connected you to his car.

You opened your mouth to speak, but were gently interrupted by Tobio. “We had a game today. We were up against Bokuto-san. He alone got 7 points. We lost the first set, but we managed with the 2nd and 3rd. They were incredibly strong. It just made me realise how I’m barely past the starting point.”

Tobio continued to ramble on and on about volleyball, and at certain points you gave short replies like “really?” or “no way.”, just to assure him you were still there.

Tobio finally ran out of things to tell you, and a short silence ensued, to be broken by him. “Wanna talk about it now?”

Another silence. You weren’t sure whether you could take it, whether you should take it. It was a rabbit hole you weren’t sure you wanted to go down in.

Could you take it? This was relationship relapse. That resilience that took months spent denying yourself your phone would be threatened. Was it a risk you were willing to take?

‘Oh, to hell with it.’

You gulped down the bile in your throat and prepared yourself. Once the gates were opened, they couldn’t be forcefully closed. After a few minutes of silence, you finally spoke up.

“I hate my job. I mean, I love what I do, I truly do, but everyone hates me. No one respects me, and they all see me as this city bitch who took a job away from the previous boss. And today was just the worst.” You were on the verge of crying, but you were in the middle of the rant. It was the first time in weeks that you’d been able to let your feelings out, and it was a dam that had been opened and could not be closed.

“An employee of mine made a mistake with the scheduling and blamed it on me. I planned to take it anyway, but everyone just made it so much worse. He spread these lies about me and now not only do my employees see me as a city bitch, but everyone, including my bosses, now think I’m incompetent, bossy, and unable to do my job well. So now absolutely no one respects me and I got a pay-cut. I have no friends, absolutely no one to talk to. I may as well be a ghost haunting this town. ”

You were sobbing into the phone by the end, and it wasn’t the frustrated, constipated sob you had before. It was a full-on, all-out sob-fest.

You don’t know how long you were sobbing for. You were only aware of the pressure lifting off of your shoulders, replaced by relief that someone was finally listening to you.

Tobio kept soothing you throughout.

In an attempt to calm yourself, you focused on his voice. His cool, low voice. The voice that you’d missed so much in the past 6 months. One that you both longed and avoided to hear. Because it was hypnotizing.

“It’s all going to be okay…” was the last thing you remember hearing before darkness overtook you.

You felt yourself shuffle, and your consciousness was somewhat awake. You brought yourself up and under the sheets

You folded your hands under your head, unaware of the phone in between and the sound it was making. Everything was blurry and hazy, and you just wanted to sleep.

“–pretty sure you’re asleep now. Which is good. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you cry this much ever since, well, you know. Rest well, alright? You’re–you’re a strong woman. You can push through this…”

He continued to say more things that were incomprehensible in your current state.

As you fell into a swirl of darkness, 7 words echoed in your brain.

“I miss you. And I love you.”

You felt your lips stretch. You felt it move as it formed words.

You didn't hear your own voice in your haze, but you're quite sure of the words your lips formed.

“I love you too, Tobio.”

That was two years ago.

You questioned yourself if that even happened, and you’re pretty sure it did.

You decided to quit your job and look for a new one. Thankfully, Hitoka-chan got you one, and you’ve stayed there since. It was strange, how fast she was able to procure it, and you suspect that Tobio gave her a heads up.

Your new job involves traveling around a lot, attending parties and whatnot. Today, it has brought you to Tokyo.

You agreed to meet up with the team that night for drinks and catching up. Heaven knows you’ve missed them. But for the next six hours, you’re pretty much on your own. So here you are, strolling around big city Tokyo.

You walk around, glad to know not much has changed. There were more screens, higher buildings, but Tokyo is still Tokyo.

You’re currently in your old coffeeshop with your signature caramel macchiato with extra whip. You’re on your phone, watching the highlights of Kageyama’s match. You always keep up to date with the matches, happy to see him succeeding.

It’s small, sinful mercy you’ve granted yourself.

You smile to yourself as he delivers another service ace. The commentators sound pleased, but not surprised. After all, it is his 7th in a row.

You’re so engrossed in the game that you don’t even notice the man standing in front of you, shock evident on his face.

“L–L/N-san?”

You sigh, slightly annoyed at being interrupted. You look up, ready to tell off the stranger. It wasn’t that uncommon these, days. Your job granted you a position in the high society, somewhat, and the public has branded you as a bit of a socialite. You are well-connected with the high-society, as your publishing company has you meet with a few members to get a scoop every now and then. You might even call some friends, but that doesn’t mean you want to be part of them.

You look up and see a complete stranger. “Sorry, I’m busy right now. Is there anything you need?”

“Can I get an autograph?” He looks sheepish and excited, and you can’t help but resign.

You grab a napkin from the holder and take a pen from your bag. You quickly sign your name on it and give it to the man, before going back to your phone.

You hear a snap of a camera, but you don’t really care. They can’t really do anything with it anyway.

Engrossed in your game once more, you again fail to notice another man stand in front of you.

“L–L/N-san?” This time, the voice is familiar, but you can’t quite place it, or rather, your brain refuses to do so as if it as warning you.

Sighing, you look up from your phone. You immediately freeze.

Ushijima Wakatoshi is standing directly parallel to you.

“U-Ushijima-san! How nice to see you’ve remembered me!” You immediately feel your palms sweat, and you’re not sure why. Maybe you’re nervous? Or maybe you’re anticipating it. Your brain won’t admit it, but you know it’s the latter.

Because where there’s Ushijima, there’s Kageyama.

As if on cue, the coffeeshop door opens and your eyes are drawn towards it as the small bell above it rings, and out comes the man himself. Kageyama Tobio.

He scans for Ushijima (which isn’t very hard, considering how tall the man is) and walks towards him once he spots the giant, cradling a paper bag.

He freezes, though, once he spots the woman in front of the giant. His eyes widen just a little, and you see his Adam’s apple move. He starts to walk towards you again, this time his pace is a little unsteady.

Your heart is beating a mile per second when he stops in front of you.

“L/N-san.” His voice is cool and level, much like his face. His face wasn’t happy or sad, and you don’t know which you would have preferred. It’s simply blank.

Has he gotten better at masking his emotions, or are you just rusty?

“Kageyama-san.” You let out in a breath you didn’t know you were holding. There’s a twinge of pain in your chest when you realize you don’t have a clue of what is going on inside his head.

You three are caught in a standstill. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from his, and Kageyama can’t either.

You stare into his dark eyes, beautiful as ever. But what was once warm and familiar is now blank and void. But that didn’t bother you. No sir. Not. At. All.

There was a time when you adored looking into them. Because in the sea of chaos called life, his eyes were reassuring. They were calm. You used to rely on those eyes to get you through tough times. You no longer do.

As you gaze into them, you are painfully reminded of a time long gone.

Ushijima’s gaze bounces between the two of you. When it finally becomes clear to him that neither of you has plans to look away any time soon, he grabs the paper bag from Kageyama with a sigh.

“You both seem like you have a lot to catch up on. I’ll go ahead.” He states bluntly, and his tone leaves no room for argument. Before anyone can protest, he walks away. Your eyes easily follow him into the crowd, even as he crosses to the other side.

Once you can’t see him anymore, you return your gaze to the table. You stare at your coffee as you take an unnecessarily long sip. The eyes you couldn’t look away from earlier are now the eyes you can’t seem to bear for fear that if you look into them once more, you won’t have the strength to look away again.

You purse your lips into a line, before finally giving into to the urge of looking up.

You can’t say you regret it.

You look at him once more, this time, your force control upon yourself.

“Do you want to take a seat?” You ask meekly, unsure of your own voice.

Despite the busy bustle of the streets, the scrape of the chair seems to echo in your ears. You deliberately make your eyes stay on his face, and “deliberately” study it.

You notice that he’s changed his hair, and you nearly chuckle. You always teased him about the way it had two parts. Now it was a simple, down the middle one. The hairs on the side framed his eyes beautifully, and once yours reach his, you can't help but feel another twinge of pain.

Maybe you have gotten rusty. Maybe he has gotten better. You tell yourself only a part of you prays that it’s one of the two, but that’s a lie.

You’ve been lying a whole lot to yourself a whole lot, you notice.

“So, how have you been?” You ask the most cliché line of all time, and you mentally scold yourself. Really, that line?

“Good. You?”

“Great.”

“That’s nice.”

“Yeah.”

Silence.

Even though the noise around you is relatively loud, the silence between you two is suffocating. You force down the bile in your throat as you mentally grab any question that you can think of.

“How’s volleyball?” Now that was a decent question. You give a mental pat on the back for that one.

Tobio perks up at the mention of volleyball, and you can see that he’s glad to finally have something to talk about.

He rambles on and on about his recent matches, and you pretend not to know what he’s talking about. You give the occasional “really” and “mhm”. Aside from his insight, there’s nothing he tells you that you don’t already know. You don’t tell him that of course.

You don’t notice the smile slowly etching its way onto your face. You don’t notice the way Tobio’s eyes don’t leave it. You’re too satisfied with hearing his voice.

Tobio catches himself at the end of a long rant, and he rubs his neck sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was talking too much.”

“No, no it’s fine,” You laugh lightly, waving it off. “It’s nice to finally be able to talk.”

You don’t hear your words until they come out of your mouth and Kageyama blushes at the insinuation.

You quickly wave your hands in front of your face as you feel yourself redden as well. “About volleyball, I mean.” You hastily add.

You laugh again, this time with a nervous undertone. You swear you almost saw a flash of disappointment in Kageyama’s eyes, but you brush it off. You really are rusty, you think to yourself.

“But...” You start. You don’t pay attention to the nervous tick in your pulse. “It really nice catching up with you.” You hope your words sound as genuine as they are, as genuine as the smile on your face.

Kageyama blinks at you, and you feel your heart start to race. Did he not feel the same way? Was he angry? Upset?

You notice his fingers drum gently against the table, a nervous habit of his. You may have gotten rusty but that doesn’t mean you don’t know him at all anymore.

“I wouldn’t really call it catching up... All I did was rant about volleyball.” He mutters shyly, his eyes now avoiding yours.

You laugh lightly once more. “No, no, it’s fine. I really didn’t mind.”

Tobio’s fingers have now doubled in pace. You see his throat move, and you wonder what has him so nervous. What could he be thinking?

You don’t allow yourself to go down that road though. You know it’s dangerous, and you certainly don’t want to go down that path right now.

“If you want... We could catch up properly.” His face is completely blank and stoic. It’s unnerving how it doesn’t move, and you hate it. You hate how you can’t read him, if even a little.

You focus on that frustration because you surely don’t want to mind the little rejoicing dance your heart Is definitely not making. You feel more assured, that way, safer. It’s scary how you’re much more comfortable with the negative you’re feeling than the positive, but you don’t dwell on that.

You give him a bigger, brighter smile as you chuckle a little. “Of course, that’d be nice. When are you free?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow it is. Maybe around 4:30?”

“4:30′s good. Meet here?”

You nod. “That’s good for me.”

He nods back, and you two are once again submerged in silence. It’s still awkward, but not nearly as uncomfortable as before. You allow yourself to be thankful for that.

“It was nice seeing you, L/N-san.” Tobio stands up, bowing slightly. You think you see a ghost of a smile on his face as straightens his back. You don’t mind the little jump it makes when you notice it.

“You too, Tobio.” You smile at him, and the smile lingers as you watch him disappear into the crowd.

It doesn’t stay on for too long afterward though, because you realize one, the smile on your face, and two, that you called him Tobio.

ISTG THAT THE ENDING WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BETTER THAN THAT BUT TUMBLR DELETED IT AND I HAD TO REDO IT HUHUHUU anyway, this was also supposed to be longer, but I decided to end it here so it sounds better and to let you guys decide if you still want to continue this 0^0 so sorry if its rushed

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peachitaetae · 6 years ago

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The River We Run From

The death of a friend is something no one truly heals from but that friends ghost returns begging Jungkook to save Yoongi he has to bring the gang back together and that really isn't going to be easy...they haven't talked in like two years.

OT7

word count: 4k

genre: Coming of age

warnings: Character death, mentions of drugs and Alcohol, tissues may be required

A/N: inspired by Anohana, Bridge To Terabithia and a few others I thinks. I’m like super dyslexic so apologies for all my errors

Not edited hehe

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Youth is a funny thing.

It’s the shortest part of our life, yet it’s the part we hold dearest to our hearts. Looking back on the memories we shared with our childhood friends, some of who are now either married, successful, maybe even dead. But that’s okay because we’ll always have those memories even if we crumble like dried flower petals.

Our lives are an ever-flowing river that we just can’t run from.

“Give it back!” A frustrated Jungkook barked.

“Aw, can’t reach all the way up here, shorty?”

Jungkook pulled at Hoseok’s arm, trying to reclaim his now stolen banana milk. The boys playfully bickered out behind the usual hangout spot, Rose's Shake Shack, home of the best waffles you’ll ever taste. They usually found themselves there each day after school or before they headed over to their hut on weekends. Today was a typical Sunday, Seokjin and Namjoon were inside getting their food while the rest hung outback.

“Hoseok, don’t be lame. Give the kid his milk!” Yoonji giggled, punching his arm softly.

“I’m only a year younger than you guys!”

Jungkook turned slightly to avoid his milk being stolen again; he sipped it, giving the least threatening glare ever to exist. Hoseok laughed, wrapping his arm around Jungkook, pulling him into his chest as he booped the younger's nose.

“Ah, Kook, you're the closest thing I have to a baby brother, so you bet your tiny ass I'm gonna tease you every chance I get.”

“Hobi, don’t you think you’ve teased him enough for today?” Yoonji chirped, nudging her shoulder into his.

Hoseok felt himself get flustered, turning a subtle shade of pink at her sudden proximity. Turning on his heel, he rigidly made his way over to the others as they spray painted their mark on the back of the Shake Shack wall. He looked anything but casual, earning a giggle from both Jungkook and Yoonji.

Jimin was bouncing on his toes, feeling anxiety rise in his stomach. He wasn't typically one for trouble. Still, he'd go along with anything his friends wanted, even if it meant vandalizing all their favourite places with spray paint. He stood there watching as Taehyung and Yoongi worked together, perched upon the rubbish bins in order to reach the designated spot.

Jimin puffed out his rosy cheeks in frustration, shoving his hands into his fluffy jumper, trying to calm his nerves.

"Tae, hurry up! Someone's gonna catch us!" He eventually cracked, voice jittery.

Taehyung glanced down at the nervous boy, pushing his unruly curls out of his face with a short burst of air. He flashed him a reassuring smile.

"You can’t rush a masterpiece." Taehyung joked.

"You've drawn exact thing like four times already." Jimin countered. "Need I reminded you this is the first time we’re doing this in daylight?’

Hoseok let out a sigh, tugging at Jimin's jumper to attract his attention.

"Don’t sweat it, it’s all under control. Jin and Joon are inside ordering loads of food. The staff is distracted. No one is gonna notice us." Hoseok reassured him.

"Besides, no one ever comes back here." Yoongi piped up from beside Taehyung, placing the cap back onto his can of spray paint.

"You know the only reason we’re doing it now and not later is because it’s gonna rain all week, so it’s best we just get it over with while we have the time." He continued, helping Taehyung tuck the rest of the art supplies back into his bag. Taehyung zipped it shut, hopping down onto the floor with Yoongi following.

"We could have waited till after the rain," Jimin grumbled, mostly to himself.

"Are you guys done yet?"

Everyone turned to see Seokjin and Namjoon holding paper bags, presumably full of their food.

"You bet! We’re good to go." Yoongi took the backpack from Taehyung, swinging it over his shoulder. Languidly, he walked over to Seokjin, grabbing one of the bags, "Shall we head up to the hut then?"

"Ugh, but it rained earlier. It'll be all wet, won't it?" Jimin scrunched his nose.

"No shit, it’ll be wet. Don’t be a baby, let’s bounce!" Yoongi answered, already heading off. The others began to trail behind, Yoonji pinching Jimin’s cheek teasingly as she passed the now grumpy boy.

"I’m not a baby..." Jimin grumbled, resisting the urge to stomp his foot.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, now let’s go before the snackage gets cold." Yoongi's gaze wandered back to look at Jimin trailing behind them, who had crossed his arms over his chest, bottom lip jutting out slightly.

Jimin was cute.

Even when mad, he still managed to be somewhat endearing, something that everyone – even Yoongi – couldn't deny.

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The squelch of wet leaves under their feet echoes as they wander through the forest. A soft golden light falls over them as the evening rolls around. The gang head towards the bridge to their hut, Yoongi as always leads the way as he carries Taehyung’s backpack and one of the food bags. Namjoon jogs past Seokjin and Jungkook holding hands to get to Yoongi helping him by taking the food from him. Taehyung picks up a fallen tree branch and starts hitting the trees as he passes them.

A playful smirk grows on Jimin’s face as he bends to pick up a branch of his own lightly hitting Taehyung on the back with it. Only for him to stop dead in his tracks to look at Jimin, for a split second Jimin thought he’d done something wrong.

‘Oh, now you’re in for it’ a familiar box-like grin settles on his face as he chases after Jimin, their giggles fill the woodlands around them. Taehyung swings the branch back only to hit Jungkook, cutting his hand.

‘Ouch!’

Not realising he continues chasing Jimin. Jungkook covers his now sore spot as Seokjin pats his head lovingly.

‘Don’t worry I’ll put a plaster on it when we get there’ Jungkook looks at his friends then back at Seokjin and smiles sweetly.

‘Nah, I’m tuff I don’t need a plaster’

‘Jungkook you’re bleeding’

He looks at his hand the back at Seokjin, smiles, then licks the blood off.

‘No, I’m not’

Seokjin scrunches his face in disgust.

‘Ew’

Not far behind the others is Hoseok carrying Yoonji on his back. She shifts on Hoseok, slightly lifting his fuzzy jumper, to looking up at the trees above. She traced the outline of the trees with her fingers, Hoseok never really understood why she always did this but he guessed that’s just how she absorbed the world around her.

‘I love it here and if I could live in these trees I would, forever.’

He smiles to himself. He adored how much she loved these woods. She was the one that had convinced them to explore it all those years back, he thinks it was when there were about seven? Had she not insisted they probably would never have found the old hut and claimed it as their place, or maybe someone else would have found it before they did? He can’t imagine not having that hut. They had so many memories there, Like when Jungkook fell off the roof on to Namjoon breaking both their arms or Seokjin making Jimin laugh so hard he peed. He chuckles at the memory. A heat burns his cheeks as he remembers one specific memory.

His first kiss.

It was only a few months ago when he’d turned fourteen, they’d all decided to sleepover in the hut and when the others had been asleep Yoonji had kissed him. He remembers the way his heart did flips, how her lips were so soft. He’d opened up to her about how he was scared to do it and shed offered to kiss him so it was with someone he trusted, she’d done it as a favour not because she liked him. He really needed to tell her how he felt.

Because he really liked her.

He glances back at her again. She’s smiling up at the trees again.

‘The rain makes everything all shiny. It’s beautiful’.

He smiles ‘yeah beautiful.’

He switches his gaze back to look at the others wanting to hide his now blushing face from her. He put her down as they reached the bridge she adjusted her jeans retucking her sweater into them. They watched as Yoongi and Namjoon walked across, Hoseok smiled remembering how they built it from tree branches they had found around the forest. They had a little help from Jungkook’s carpenter father. But it was theirs. Something they had made together. They’d even carved their names into the wooden railing, he lets out a soft laugh remembering how Jimin had cut his finger only for Taehyung and Yoongi to argue over would help him.

It creaked as they crossed, they didn’t notice, they just happily sang along to their current favourite song ‘Wonderwall’. It was the norm, they’d spend their days causing a little trouble around town then head off to their not to secret hut, that they’d spent years decorating it with useless nicknacks from all around the forest and town. Jimin had supplied the comfort and entertainment of course. Beanbags, games, a table and a few fairy lights all there thanks to his very giving mother. granted she only got him these things because she felt bad for what she’d done.

But even though these guilt gifts made him feel bad they made his friends happy so he was okay with it.

‘Tae, key please.’

Taehyung smiles taking off his necklace that held the key to the hut placing it in Yoongi’s hand. He kicks the door open after unlocking it, passing Taehyung back the key he drops the food jumping into the beanbags.

‘Anyone notice the river was like, higher than normal?’ Seokjin asks no one in particular.

‘Probably because it rained a lot last night, it’s gonna get higher tomorrow since it’s gonna rain again all night’ Namjoon answers.

‘Jimin pass me a soda’

Jimin chucks Hoseok the first one he pulled out of their soda basket, it was November so it was cold enough for the sodas to not need a freezer. Seokjin nudges him.

‘Still want me to pierce your ears?’

Smiling wide Jimin sings a sweet little ‘yes!’

Jungkook looks around at his friends as he rests his head on Namjoon who was of course reading yet another comic book. He loved watching his friends. He always felt so safe and at home with them. It was a feeling he craved when they were apart. This was the usual. Taehyung would draw while Yoonji sat with him and watched. Hoseok and Yoongi would always play fight, sometimes they’d go a bit far and have to be broken up, but they always smiled after even if they had a bloody nose. He looks at where Seokjin and jimin sat, watching as Seokjin slices an apple.

‘Ready Jimin?’ Jimin nods unsurely but he trusted Seokjin. He places one hand on Seokjin’s leg, he’s not sure why he just wants something to grab on to. Seokjin places an apple slice under Jimin’s earlobe.

Ah, it’s cold, Jimin thinks.

Seokjin settles the needle on his ear as gently as he could.

‘On three okay’ He looks into Jimin’s eyes checking if he was really okay with this. He nods again, but more at ease this time.

‘One’ Jimin’s eyes close tight.

‘Two-’ Jimin’s gasps as Seokjin pierced his ear a second earlier.

‘You big fat liar! What happened to three!’’

‘Three’ he smirked holding back a laugh.

‘That’s not funny!’ Jimin whines grabbing a pillow to hit Seokjin repeatedly as his window wiper laugh fills the hut. ‘Stop laughing! You jerk you tricked me!’

Yoonji giggles and turns to look at Taehyung, she expects to hear his deep giggles. But he isn’t giggling at all.

‘Tae. Are you okay?’ She places her hand on his shoulder showing her concern. Taehyung turns to look at her he sniffs as if he’s holding back tears.

‘I um, I’m just thinking about how it’s getting darker earlier and I don’t wanna go home…at least not yet’

She rests her hand on his and offers that beautiful smile they all loved so much.

‘I know things are hard at home, you can always stay over at mine and Yoongi’s tonight. Mamma won’t mind’ rubbing his eyes he gives her a soft smile nodding. She places her hands on his bread cheeks cupping his face lovingly brushing a tear away with her thumb.

‘Your starting’

Namjoon mocks as he nudges Hoseok who’d come to sit with him and Jungkook.

‘What?’

‘At Yoonji. Your staring’

‘I was just. She has a nice smile’ he looks at his hands fumbling with his fingers. He refused to look at Namjoon. He knows what he’s thinking. Of course he knows. He’d caught them the other month when they’d kissed. It was all Hoseok had thought about since.

‘You know Yoongi would be cool if u tell him how you feel about her-‘

He presses his hand to Namjoon’s mouth. ‘Shhhh! I can’t tell my best friend I kissed his sister and now it’s all I can think about!’

‘Well why not?’ He questions removing Hoseok’s hand from his face. ‘I mean you just told me so why not?’

‘I just. Not yet okay. I’m still unsure what I feel anyway I don’t wanna put that on him or her until I understand what’s even happening in my head’

Namjoon nods in response.

Yoongi moves from the beanbags over to his sister to lay his head on her lap.

She begins playing with his hair. Stopping to look at him.

‘Hey Yoonie. I wanna dye my hair. Green I wanna dye it green.’

He sits up to face her properly. ‘Like bright green? That sounds kinda gross but if that’s what you want-‘

‘No like mint green. But I don’t wanna do it alone.’ She clasps her hands together looking at him hoping he gets what she’s asking without actually having to ask.

‘Mint green. You’d be mint Yoonji.’ He snickers. ‘and I guess that’ll make me mint Yoongi’

She screams hugging him ‘Best brother EVER!’

He’s not. He just knows their parents will flip if she does it alone but if they both do it it’ll listen the blow. Honestly, he’d do anything for her, she was his other half. Always getting him out of trouble. If anything he owed it to her to do this because really if ether of them was the best sibling ever. It was her.

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‘Goodnight!’

‘See ya tomorrow!’

They part ways outside the forest and set on their ways home. Jimin and Namjoon walk up the hill as Jin enters his house, he’s lucky his house is right by the forest entrance. Taehyung sets off going with the Mins and Hoseok, normally jungkook would join but.

‘Crap! I dropped my tamagotchi!’

‘Want us to come with you to get it?’ Yoonji offers but he shakes his head.

‘Nah I’m all good’ he heads off as Yoongi yells after him.

‘Are you sure dude?!’

Jungkook gives them a thumbs up before jogging back into the trees. He knows they worry about him since he’s the youngest but he is 13! He can handle himself.

I mean yeah sure it’s dark. And cold. And scary.

Maybe I should have had them come along he thinks.

He reaches the bridge and he sees it. His tamagotchi was just by the river bank.

Must have fallen out my pocket.

He crouches to pick it up cleaning the mud off with his sleeve. He feels a drop of water on his neck, looking up he feels another boop his nose.

Rain great.

He stands turning quickly as he senses someone’s presence.

‘Well lookie here boys we found ourselves a wild bunny’

‘How’s it hangin bunny boy?’

The two boys walk closer. Jungkook knew who it was, it may have been dark but he’d recognise those fire red curls and blond bowl but anywhere. These boys where splinters under his nails that he just couldn’t get rid of.

‘Eddie, James, I’m not looking for trouble. I-I just wanted to find something I dropped.’

‘We don’t give a shit’ Eddie says pushing Jungkook. He stumbles and catches himself on the bridge. He looks up a tear rolling down his cheek, he knew what was coming. He should be used to this by now they beat him up every chance they get.

‘Please it’s cold I just wanna go home. I’ll give you my tamagotchi.’

He hands them his toy only for them to burst into laughter. James snatches it ‘you’ve gotta be shitting me! You play with this shit? What are you 5?’

He wants to say no or just anything but he doesn’t. James chucks it up and catches it a couple of times. ‘Hm wonder if your lil toy pet can swim’

Without a second thought he chucks it into the river, looking proud of himself he turns to his buddy. They give each other a mowing look. Jungkook feels it right across his cheek. A sharp punch. He gets up and tries to run across but the Eddie pulls him back by his jumper and they start hitting him over and over he can hear the bridge creak and crack under him.

‘Okay that’s enough’ James pulls Eddie off him. ‘Let’s go man!’

‘See ya later bunny boy’ Eddie spits running his hands through his hair.

Jungkook watches as they disappear into the dark curls up into a ball he just cries. He can hear them laughing. Their laughter fades as they get further away then all he could hear was the rain dropping around him and the loud rush of the river below. He wished it would crack under him taking him into the water below.

He struggles to sit up. I can’t think like that! He scolds his thoughts. He tries to think positive but his heart hurt so much. He just wanted to know what he did that made them hate him so much.

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It’s monday. Jungkook loved monday’s. He gets to go to school and see his best friends. He stumbled out of bed falling flat on his face, a pained grown escapes his mouth. He’s clearly still in hurting from last night.

‘Jungkook? Are you alright’ he laughs to himself his mother clearly heard his epic face plant.

‘I’m okay, don’t worry ma’

He runs downstairs, not easily, and out the door. He knows he can’t eat breakfast at home because his mum will see all his bruises so he crosses the road to the Min’s house. He’s never been so thankful they lived across the street. He opens their door, It’s almost never locked, and heads into the kitchen to see the twins and Tae. They’re sitting at the table eating what he guessed was their mother’s oh so delicious blueberry pancakes.

‘Hi, guys!’

‘Hey kookie’ Yoonji greeted as he brother mumbles his hello with a mouth full of food, his sister wipes his face as some syrup drips down his chin.

She always babies him must be nice to have a sister Jungkook observes how she giggles at Yoongi opening his mouth to show all mushed up food. Yeah, it must be great.

‘Jungkook. What happened to your face?’ Taehyung points cause if the twins to actually look at their young friend probably.

‘Dude what the fuck?’ Yoongi stands.

Yoonji walks up to him gently placing her hands on his face. Yoongi speaks again.

‘Who did that to you! I’ll beat their ass!’

Jungkook shushes them not wanting their mum to come into the kitchen.

‘Our mums at work Jungkook. Tell us what happened’ Yoonji looking into his eyes almost likes she trying to read his mind.

‘I’m fine haha I ugh fell out of bed!’

‘Jungkook.’

‘I just. I don’t want to talk about it’

Three older friends look between themselves. Yoongi sighs ‘you know Jin won’t let it slide this time Kook. None of us will, this is the third time this month you’ve looked like this.’

‘It’s Eddie and James isn’t it.’ Jungkook freezes for a moment. He looks at Taehyung. ‘I know it’s them Kookie. I’ve seen them spit balls at you in class. I’ve had my suspicions for a while.’

‘Tae please I just. I don’t want to talk about it!’

‘Fine’ Yoonji hugs him ‘but please tell someone someday? Please’

‘If you don’t Kook I will’ He knows Yoongi means that. He knows he has to tell. He’s just scared, he already feels weak the idea of having his friends save him makes him feel worse.

Without another word they finish their food and head out to meet the others on their way to school. It was a Monday he refused to let Eddie and James get to him. After all he loved Mondays.

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‘Stupid rain! It’s been like this all day! I wanted to go to the hut!’ Yoongi moans pouting resting on the couch with his head in his hands as he stares out the window at the dark and gloomy world outside Jin’s house.

They always went to Jin’s on a monday for dinner. His dad cooked a mean spaghetti that they just couldn’t get enough of.

‘It’s to wet and cold for us to go to the hut’

‘Jimin we can just wrap up warm and take umbrellas!’ Yoongi turns to Jimin pouting. He knows Jimin can’t say no to a Yoongi pout.

‘Ahhhh! Jin save me, tell him no! I’m weak!’ He buries his face into Jin’s side to avoid seeing the deadly puppy eyes he knows Yoongi is making at him.

‘Yoongi if we go out we’ll catch a cold!’

‘Come on not even for like ten minutes?’ Yoonji questions.

‘Not you too! Please don’t make me go into the cold!’ Jimin whines.

The twins both come close to Jin pouting with their hands pressed together in a cute pleading manner, Jin like Jimin was weak to the pouts of the twins. But he had to stay strong he knows it’ll be too dangerous to go there now. Hoseok and Jungkook join them earning a laugh from Namjoon and Taehyung.

‘Guys no!’ Jin tries to be sound as stern as his dad does only to sound unsure of himself.

Taehyung jumps in ‘come on “dad” live a little we’ve done worse.’

‘Valid point’ Jin recalls the time they decided to go to their hut when it snowed only to get snowed in. They all caught a cold but at least they got a week of school.

‘Please Jin’

‘Pleaseeeeee’

Everyone but Jimin was begging now, he doesn’t think they should but. ‘Fine it’s just a bit of rain’

Jimin sits up suddenly ‘this group is going to be the death of me!’

Jin smiles but he makes them all wrap up warm with hats and gloves getting Hoseok and Yoongi to grab the umbrellas from the cupboard under his staircase. Taehyung helps Jimin put on his mittens, Namjoon coming up behind him putting Taehyung’s beanie over his curls.

It takes what feels like forever for them to reach the bridge. Jungkook thinks it’s because it’s freezing and they’re all soaking wet so it feels like longer. He knows they all regret coming out but they won’t turn back now, because in Yoongi’s words ‘well we’re wet now if we go back we’ll have got soaked for nothing’

Jungkook noticed something was off. He didn’t know what but something felt wrong like they should be there, he could tell Jin thought the same but didn’t want to be a buzz kill.

The forest floor was slippery. They struggled to walk as their shoes kept getting stuck in the mud. Yoonji didn’t want them all to be miserable so she started to sing the theme song from ‘Friends’ she smiled when she heard the boys do the clap in response soon joining in with her to sing.

She was always the best at lifting their spirits. Their glue. She always made sure they had fun no matter what. It’s because she knew that their little friendship bubble was all most of them had, life had been cruel to them all their group was everything to all of them. Especially her.

‘It’s scarier than usual’ Jungkook looks down at the river bellow. They’d reached the bridge pretty quick but as soon as they saw how high and fast it was the mood switched back to an uncertain one. Jungkook feels a hand on his shoulder.

It’s Yoongi.

‘It’s just water Kookie, we drink it and that never harms us’ his statement causes Namjoon to give him a funny look.

‘But the water we drink isn’t moving at a high speed.’

‘true’ Yoongi laughs as he strolls across the bridge.

Creek.

He turns on his heels when he gets to the other side.

‘See nothing to be scared of.’

Jimin turns too Taehyung ‘can we go together? I’m a little scared’ Tae happily holds his mitten covered hand as they walk across.

Creek.

Hoseok looks over the river bank to see the rushing water, he lets out a huff and turns to Yoonji.

‘See you on the other side Sunshine’ smiling at her he moonwalks onto the bridge.

Creek.

Stopping halfway giving his friends a twirl before walking off.

‘Show off!’ yoonji yells and he pokes his tongue out at her.

It was Namjoon’s turn. He walked closer to look at the river, the water was harsh and dark. He stands there motionless as the rain peppered his face with cold kisses, he’s starting to feel numb his body frozen in fear. He looks up at his friends on the other side. Jimin sandwiches himself between Hoseok and Yoongi as taehyung jumps up and down clearly they’re cold.

I need to cross I’m holding everyone up. He lifts his leg to cross but its like something is telling him no.

‘I… I can’t, I’m scared’

Yoonji walks up beside him.

‘It’s okay I’ll go. Don’t worry Joonie nothing will happen to you’ she walks to the middle and looks back at him and she smiles. She turns to walk again and slips falling to her knees.

Creek.

The boy’s hearts drop.

‘I’m okay, I’m okay’ she gets up holding onto the barrier her eyes meet Hoseok’s, she smiles sweetly as the cool wind blows her hair. He smiles back at her.

SNAP!

Then everything went in slow motion. Hoseok’s heart drops Taehyung’s eyes go wide as Yoongi lunges his body forward pushing Jimin off him, he falls flat on the floor but all he could do was stare at the bridge as it broke under her. Namjoon gasps hard enough for the cold air to burn his lungs, Jin’s grasp on Jungkook tightens so much hell definitely have a bruise there the next day but none of that mattered. Because right before their eyes the one thing that they feared happened. The bridge broke pulling Yoonji into the cruel water below.

‘YOONJI!’

They scream, all instinctively run down the bank following the river as it drags their friend under like she was nothing more than a leaf that had fallen.

‘YOO-HEL-ME-I’

She tries to scream but her cries are drowned out by the rushing water.

Jin runs off out of the forest to get help.

Jungkook runs to keep up but trips over a tree root namjoon instinctively stopping to help him. Yoongi and Hoseok sprint ahead of Taehyung and jimin catching up to her. She fights to stay above the water her cries cut right through Yoongi’s heart, she’s terrified and he knows he has to do something.

Anything.

Hoseok yells at her to try and grab the tree branch that was hanging over, she just about reaches it, but she struggles to hold on. It’s slippery and the water taunts them pulling her back away from the edge. The further down the river they ran the higher the bank got and they were running out of ground since there was a small cliff they couldn’t get down. If they don’t get her before then. They’ll never see her again.

‘Don’t worry we’re coming! It’s okay!’ Hoseok screams.

He doesn’t really know if they will be and silently begs for that to be true, he doesn’t want her to panic more than she already is so he has to sound calm. Taehyung runs ahead of Hoseok carting up with Yoongi leaving Jimin to trail behind them. He looks down at her in the water, it’s a terrifying sight. Her arms flailing randomly as she tries to stay up and catch her breath. The river keeps pulling her under each and every time Taehyung’s stomach twisted tears streaming down his cheeks. Yoongi runs ahead and jumped onto a tree that had partly fallen into the river, it’s the only thing keeping him from being pulled in.

‘GRAB ME!’

He reaches out for her to grab his hand.

She forces herself up reaching for him.

Only for their fingers to brush each other.

He goes to dive in after her only for Taehyung to pull him off the tree back to safety. He kicks and screams pleading to let him save her.

Jin runs into the street by the forest’s edge screaming so hard it hurt. All their neighbours started rushing into the pouring rain to see what was going on. Jin stumbles and trips while running as his parents run to him. His mother instantly cradles him in her arms trying to calm him so he could speak.

‘Yoonji-rih-river-she-dra-drowning-help-please-I’m-su-sorry’

He tries to get out but his sobbing made it hard to get a coherent sentence to form. His father yells for others to follow him as the adults run into the forest to see what’s happened.

The Min twins parents run over to Jin asking where their children where and what he means by Yoonji drowning. Of course they knew but they hopped he didn’t mean it. Jin didn’t know if she was still in there or not all he saw was her fall in and he knew they’d need the adults to save her so he left he didn’t know if the others had saved her or if she had saved herself.

He just hoped she’d be okay.

Three days went past.

The boys were all really quiet in class they tried to keep their spirits up. Maybe she’d gotten out and got lost further downstream stream. It was Yoonji after all, the toughest and strongest of them all.

It was around their second class when the boys were called to the heads office their parents already there waiting. The Mins looking particularly distraught. They had to think positive. Maybe it wasn’t distraught, maybe it was just pure tears of joy that she was safe…

Or.

Maybe not.

They had found her body curled up on the river bank about a mile downstream. Needless to say, they broke down screaming and wailing pleading that it was a lie.

But it wasn’t.

Yoonji was dead.

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bigbeautifulmothwoman · 6 years ago

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I’m a degenerate

So I wrote a fix for @kazooli‘s contest.

Features! Domestics, some tub sex, and overextensive praise.

Prompts used were ‘forbidden love’ and themes of the nsfw alphabet

Tomura Shigaraki, by nature, was not generally a happy person. Alternatively, being the leader of the one and only League of Villains didn’t allow for such.

There was one thing though. One good thing out of all others.

There’s a quiet suburb in Tokyo where not much happens. Like many areas, it’s mostly populated by various businesses and a few distinct residential areas. One of which was a high-rise complex near a park, in which there was a door that he and one other held a key to.

He navigated the back ways up to the building, careful to avoid being seen despite the late hour. He reaches the right door, and uses his key despite every urge to dust the handle right off the door from sheer exhaustion.

“Welcome home, Tocchan!”

The pure intention of his lover’s greeting was enough to warm the cold of the Tokyo night from his bones as he removed his shoes to enter the small apartment.

“Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes if you want to start playing before we eat.” She said with a smile. Cute.

Tomura considered his lover to be quite unique. A quirkless American girl who just so happened to run into the right reptilian at the wrong time. How that lead to this, he still doesn’t understand. He thinks part of does have to do with the cooking however. Instead of taking up her offer, he slowly sets the small table for two.

She keeps her focus on the pans in front of her as Tomura maneuvers about the small kitchen. Her short hair is pulled back and out of her round face. He thinks she’s a definite 11 out of 10 on the eroge scale. Everything proceeds as it should, peacefully, in a relative silence. They dine in the same manner; there isn’t much for small talk these days. But it’s okay. He enjoys the peace against the mess the League is during the day.

“Why don’t you start up the game while I get the dishes to the sink?”

“Sure.”

The familiar loading tone rings out as the plates and silverware clink against the sink. She quickly takes her place beside him, pulling the blanket around her and nestling into his side. Perfect. Like a dream. And it is, until he feels her shiver.

“If you’re tired go to bed.” His eyes not leaving the screen. She tries to respond, but all she manages are sniffles. He actually pauses the game this time, seeing her reduced to a mess in less than half an hour.

“Why are you crying.” It’s more of a statement than a question. She avoids his gaze while sitting up and wiping the tears from her face.

“We’ll never be happy, will we?” What the fuck?

“It’s not fair. I make you come all the way here to play house but for what? And something always happens. First it was All Might, and then, then the- the fucking yakuza show up. And everyone is so mean. You can’t tell people that your boyfriend is the boss of the League of Villains or else shit happens! And you’d think that people would be happy that they stopped the yakuza I mean? I can’t tell whether to be angry or depressed!” It all comes out as an angry blur of words, but Tomura understands. Mostly. She’s a more social creature than he is, better adjusted to the everyday. But this gives him an idea. A Thought. And his mouth curves so slightly upwards when he thinks to act upon it.

Tomura sets the controller aside, forgetting the soft jazz of the pause menu and stands. With four fingers as always, he takes one of her hands and mutters; “Bathtime.”

“What?”

“After dinner is bathtime. Come on.” She remains confused, but sheds the blanket and follows home towards the bathroom. And its Japanese style. Perfect.

“Get naked.” He starts piling his clothes in the corner as he starts filling the bathtub with water. He looks back and she hasn’t made a move.

“It’s bathtime, princess. Don’t tell me you’re shy all of a sudden?” He cracks a sly grin. Wordlessly, she puts her clothes into the pile with his for the wash, and settles into her washing routine. Tomura follows suit, quickly cleaning his hair and self before claiming his spot, leaning against the back of the tub and wall. She enters after, leaning herself back against his torso and closing her eyes. Perfect.

Scene Start, he thinks, and thankfully she says anything before he has to.

“Why are we in the bath, Tocchan?” She questions, completely unaware.

“Because you’re stressed out, princess. How can you be a good little housewife when you’re so tense?” He responds. One arm rests across her middle, holding her close, while the other grabs at the meat of her thigh. She blushes at the nickname, and keeps his head tucked into her neck.

“So tell me what’s wrong.”

She’s flustered, and doesn’t exactly know what to say,so eyes closed, she starts from the top.

“I miss you.”

“Yes?”

“It’s...it’s so busy. You’re trying to pull all the League back together, and I’m here, just hoping I can feed you all. It’s...hard.”

“It is. You work so hard.” He praises her, and she relaxes. He begins to run his hand from her stomach to her neck and hair. Be gentle, he reminds himself. She continues.

“And it gets lonely sometimes. I see so many stupid people every day but their always happy, like nothings happening around them. And all the other women..always parading around about husbands and lovers and such. They think I’m so sad and alone. Ha! They just don’t know!”

“What would you tell them, princess?” It’s time for the kill. She smiles widely before she begins.

“Oh where to start! Ryoko’s so proud that her husband is a small time hero, but he’s nothing special. Everyone says I look so sad when they talk men, but I know. They’re all small talk. My man’s got status.” She’s so happy as she says it and giggles as he lavishes kisses along her neck and shoulder. She’s too into singing praises that she doesn’t even notice as his hand moves to grope at her chest.

“I mean come on? Small time hero? My man’s a boss. Not just any, but The Boss! Of the whole League of Villains! And they’d be all like, Gasp! But he’s a bad guy! HA! My man’s not bad, he’s evil. Hehe...but not even. He’s so good, but they’d ...think you...kidnapped me...or...something…” Her chest heaves and her breathing becomes heavy as his one hand works on her breasts, and the one on her thigh moves slowly to play in the juncture between her hips.

“Oh, don’t stop now. I want to hear all about what my little housewife thinks of me…” He says. The bath water helps as he slowly slides a first and then a second finger inside of her. He body shudders, he smiles.

“T-Tocchan, Tenko, please…” she whines.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing, princess.” He tries to keep his voice level and gentle as he wanted, but so far it’s only working about 70 percent.

“Listen now. I’m the boss aren’t I? The League knows what it’s doing, for the most part. You just need to keep going along, and one day when it’s all over, you can show Ryoko and her foolish hero husband who the real king is, yeah?” Her body continues to writhe as he slides and strokes her walls with his fingers.

“Yes, that, that, Ah...that sounds, perfect!” She cries.

“Fantastic.” He returns all focus to the task at hand, moving his fingers in just the way to make her cum as quickly as possible. And when she does, he removes himself entirely before she has a chance to breathe. He places his hand on each shoulder, and moves in close to her ear,

“Now, we’re going to get dried off, and go see just how wonderful the future king is.”

#fanfic #shigaraki tomura #not safe for kiddos #kazooli

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ayma-nidiot · 5 years ago

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In the White Light - Prideshipping fic Chapter 14

Also on AO3.

Note: Sorry for being slow with this fic lately. But I’ve been ABSOLUTELY SWAMPED at work.

Chapter 14 – The Edge of Dawn

Floating in a mostly dark space, Kaiba could hear bits a conversation in the distance. “…rich boy…”

It’s that damned Wheeler… Kaiba closed his eyes tighter, feeling no desire to wake up. So I must be inside Leviathan.

Kaiba…

Is… Is that you, Critias?

I know you don’t want to awaken, but I bring you good news. The pharaoh has beaten Dartz in battle. It will only be a matter of time before Leviathan falls.

“Haha…” Kaiba opened his eyes. “I knew you could do it, babe.”

“Eh?” Joey, who had been talking to Pegasus and Yugi, paused. “So. The rich bastard is awake. What brings you here? Ya charge into battle with the pharaoh and lost, huh?”

“Go to hell, Wheeler. After all I have been through, the last thing I need is to take shit from the guy I hate most.”

“There they go again… Huh?” Yugi sighed. Then, all of a sudden, he began to feel warm and glowed.

______

“Joey boy! Kaiba boy! Yugi boy!” Pegasus exclaimed. Their souls… Leviathan must be taking them!

I wouldn’t be too sure about that… So were Kaiba’s thoughts as the souls of his companions and him drifted back into the real world. While Tristan and Téa needed a bit longer to wake up, he and Mokuba woke up in no time at all.

“Ugh… My head…” Mokuba tried to slap himself awake until he realized his brother had waken up too. “Ah, Seto…?”

“Mokuba! You’re… okay…” Kaiba spoke as he stood up.

“Hehe, of course I am! It’s not the first time I’ve been thrown against a wall.”

Kaiba remembered his terrifying first transformation. “Now’s not the time for jokes!”

“I agree!” a familiar voice sounded in the distance.

“Ugh, you’re back too…” Kaiba looked past a running Joey to see Yami Yugi staring straight at him. “Babe…”

“Kaiba…?” Yami Yugi only took a few steps forward before running to his boyfriend. “K-Kaiba… Thank the gods… You’re really back!”

“Did you really think you could get rid of your greatest rival so easily?” Kaiba readily accepted the hug Yami Yugi gave him. “Even if I happened to leave you, I will always come back to you, babe.”

“Kaiba… My love, I know you weren’t gone for long, but it feels good to have you by my side again.”

Kaiba showed no shame in intensely kissing Yami Yugi in front of everyone, particularly Joey. “Whoaaaa! When did they become an item?”

“It’s… a long story.” Téa didn’t feel like elaborating.

“All right, you lovebirds.” Joey’s intervention broke the emotional reunion. “If rich boy and I came back, then where’s our Yugi?”

Yami Yugi turned away from his friends.

“He’s still trapped, isn’t he?” Tristan worried.

In his much shorter form, Yugi turned back. “What are you talking about? I’m right here!”

“It’s really you!” Téa shed tears of joy while she, Tristan, and Joey joined Yugi in a group hug. “I thought I’d never see you again!”

I guess I ought to show some respect. Kaiba barely tolerated this display of friendship.

“Still…” Joey suddenly broke the group hug when he began to feel uneasy. “Something tells me this isn’t the end of it. Everyone else’s soul is still gone.”

“Mr. Kaiba!”

Kaiba recognized the voice calling from outside. “It’s Roland! Come on, let’s go!”

“Right!” Joey, with the help of Tristan, lifted Rafael’s body off of the ground.

Unsurprisingly, the storm from earlier had not abated. “What’s that huge… city thing in the middle of the ocean?” Tristan asked.

“By the looks of it, I would say it’s Atlantis,” Joey replied. “I know! Hey rich boy, you can change into a dragon, can’t ya? How about you fly us up there?”

“No way, Wheeler. This is my fight alone!”

“Come on, Joey, you guys just got back! You don’t mean to go out there again?” Téa whined. “You could get your souls taken again… Or worse.”

“And I wouldn’t try to ask anything of Kaiba, especially for him to transform,” spoke Tristan. “Believe me, we’ve tried.”

Before Yugi could say anything, he felt something in his pocket; to his surprise, the three Egyptian god cards were in there. The presence of those cards gave him resolve. “Téa, I know you’re concerned, but we’ve got to save everyone. And Kaiba, I’m sure the pharaoh has told you several times, but we’re a team now. You may not see him, but he’s right here with me.”

“…Okay, Wheeler and Yugi. I’ll do it.” Kaiba’s sudden response shocked everyone. “But I’m going to have to ask all of you to stand back.”

“Y-You got it, man…” Joey watched as Kaiba’s transformation kicked up wind and light. “I… Just wow.”

“Are you going to just stand there and gawk or are you going to get on?” Kaiba growled.

“Wow! Seto, you can talk as a dragon now!”

“Er… Yeah, whatever.”

As Yugi and Joey climbed on Kaiba’s back, Mokuba asked excitedly, “Hey, can I ride you too?”

“No, Mokuba. You’re going to go with Roland and the others to find somewhere safe to hide.”

“Hmph.” Mokuba reluctantly accepted this answer. “But after all of this is over, you better let me have a ride.”

“Yeah, yeah, just get in the bloody chopper.” With that, Kaiba stretched his wings twice before speeding off into the slowly forming hurricane.

“Whoooooo!” Joey didn’t seem even a little scared of the rocky ride there. “This is better than the theme park!”

“Can it, Wheeler. I’m not a roller coaster. Oh!” Kaiba noticed a couple of dragon monsters in the corners of his eye. He had to do a barrel roll to avoid them, and the recoil of his Shining Neutron Blast nearly knocked Yugi off.

“Kaiba, come on…” Yugi began to see stars. “I’m not exactly in the mood to start plummeting towards the sea.”

“Nice one!” Joey looked around, and thankfully, there were no other monsters. “Say, rich boy, any idea where Dartz is exactly?”

Yugi looked around too and noticed a green pillar of light shooting from the center of Atlantis. “Look, Kaiba, that’s probably where Dartz is!”

“Gee, I wouldn’t have thunk it!” Kaiba flew near this green pillar of light, but he soon began to feel weak. “Urgh…”

“Kaiba?” Yugi showed concern as Kaiba’s body started blinking like a car light. “What’s wrong?”

“I… I think I’m going to fall…” Kaiba abruptly reverted to human form as he, Joey, and Yugi started diving to the ocean.

“Waaaaaaaah!” Joey shrieked as he held his Duel Disk tightly and fished for his strongest monster. Thankfully, the trio managed to land on the floating city safely. “Thanks, Red-Eyes, I owe you one.”

“And I owe Kaiba one for leading you three right into my trap!”

Yugi knew that voice well. “Dartz! How are you still alive?”

“I really don’t feel like telling you that, little Yugi,” Dartz answered as an ice sculpture of himself appeared, as did the body of a giant sea serpent. “But I will tell you this; I don’t even need your guys’ souls anymore. You see, I’ve offered a much stronger soul as a substitute – mine.”

“And what a waste of time, as you’ll soon find out,” Kaiba angrily replied as he tried to find the will to transform but couldn’t.

“I’m afraid you’re powerless, Kaiba. You see, the power of the Great Leviathan seals your shapeshifting powers!”

“Powerless?!” Kaiba roared as he held three cards in his hand while he and Yami Yugi readied their Duel Disks. “Oh, I’ll show you powerless! Go! Vorse Raider, Gadget Soldier, and of course Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon!”

“Luckily I’ve come prepared with my Red-Eyes! Flame Swordsman and Jinzo will also be joining him!”

“Then I’ll summon Dark Magician, Summoned Skull, and Kuriboh!” Yami Yugi declared.

“Great, that bloody puffball will stop this giant sea serpent…” Kaiba knew firsthand the power of the seemingly harmless Kuriboh.

“Do you really think that all of those puny monsters will… Eh?” Dartz watched as the trio summoned their respective dragon cards alongside their monsters.

“That’s not all! Here’s Legend of Heart! Now, dragons, show us your true form!”

“Still powerless. Or do you need me to remind you?” With a snap of his fingers, three giants tentacles came out of Leviathan, encircling the three companions.

“Eyaaaah, gross!” Joey fell into Leviathan headfirst. “Guys, this is gross!”

“No kidding!” Kaiba struggled too, but he found it in him to half shift. “Dammit! If… If only I could transform…”

“My love, stop…” Yami Yugi couldn’t bear to watch Kaiba straining to transform. Happy to see Kaiba slowly relax, he continued, “I know what to do.”

“Okay, babe. I will trust you.” With that, Kaiba withdrew his wings and gave in to the abyss below.

———

“Ngh…” Even if he wanted to wake up, Kaiba’s eyelids felt heavy.

“Yo, rich boy! There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know!”

Before Kaiba could react to the sound of Joey’s voice, a full bucket of water splashed him awake. “Aaah! Fuck it, Wheeler!”

“Man, Kaiba, take it easy! I just wanted to tell you where Yug is. How ‘bout a little gratitude?”

“Yugi!” Kaiba shot up and surveyed the surroundings; now, Atlantis barely floated above the sea. “Tell me, where did he go?”

“I take it you’re not talking about me.” Yugi showed himself. “We’re now free because the pharaoh unleashed the Egyptian gods.”

“Yeah!” Joey added. “Now they’re all fighting Leviathan… er, somewhere up there.”

Kaiba noticed a large aurora strewn across the otherwise dark sky. Taking a few steps forward, he spoke without looking back, “Okay, you dweebs, try not to die while I’m out there.”

“Kaiba, wait!” Joey tried to stop Kaiba as he jumped into the sea and emerged in dragon form. “There’s nothing you can do!”

“I should have known…” Yugi simply sat on the ground and stared at the aurora.

If only for the sake of KaibaCorp, Kaiba thought as he flew into the thermosphere, close to outer space. Though this area was home to erratic temperatures and very few life forms, Kaiba hardly felt any effect. Looking past the lights, it took him some time to locate Yami Yugi, locked in battle with Dartz.

Despair tempted Yami Yugi as he watched Leviathan engulf Obelisk in his tentacles, and attempted to trap the other two gods. “This monster can hold his own even against the Egyptian gods… If I can’t win here, then what can I…”

“Hahaha… My Leviathan is millennia older than your Egyptian gods! Now, Leviathan, attack!” Dartz pointed at Yami Yugi, taking advantage of his dropped guard.

Kaiba dove as fast as he could at the word “attack,” and his Shining Neutron Blast barely parried said attack. He temporarily ignored Dartz to admonish Yami Yugi. “Pharaoh! How dare you start losing to someone other than me! And for fuck’s sake, cut out the pity party! Or do you not remember your first battle in Battle City?”

Yami Yugi recalled the battle against Yami Marik, winning him Slifer the Sky Dragon, and Kaiba’s pep talk that helped him win. “I remember.”

“Then fight, dammit! Raaaah!” Kaiba shot another blast at Leviathan, freeing Obelisk from the binding tentacles.

“It can’t be!” Dartz was dumbfounded at this intrusion. “Leviathan should be able to seal your dragon powers!”

“Unfortunately for you, there’s only one champion, and that’s me.” Kaiba flew shoulder-to-shoulder with the three gods.

“G-Grr…” Dartz didn’t want to believe that his time was at an end. “Leviathan, turn that blasted dragon into scrap metal!”

“You will do no such thing!” Yami Yugi ordered the three gods to attack simultaneously while Kaiba added his own power. “Your formerly vengeful souls have transformed into kind souls full of light.”

“You… You can’t mean…” Dartz thought aloud as the four monsters’ attacks approached his monster.

“That’s right! Leviathan is powerless now!”

“No…” Dartz groaned as beams of light emitted from Leviathan, slowly tearing him apart. “No! Damn… you… pharaoh…”

Kaiba looked down to Earth; not only was the aurora gone, but so was the hurricane – and his will to retain his dragon form. “Please tell me that this is over, babe.”

As much as Yami Yugi wanted to say “yes,” he knew they still had one more task. Looking at the disintegrating Atlantis, he answered, “My love, Joey and Yugi are still on Atlantis. Before it crumbles, we need to save them. Can you hang on for just a little bit longer? Please?”

“Guess I’ll have to,” spoke Kaiba as he and Yami Yugi descended back to Earth, thankful that at last, the world appeared to be at peace.

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wintersxsoul · 7 years ago

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Fire Meets Gasoline (18)

Summary: You leave your city to start over in your best friend’s town, oblivious to the fact that you have an unexpected roommate. What will happen when fire meets gasoline?

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k-ish

Warnings: Maybe sex??? Like, no smut, just the reader remembering.

A/N: PLEASE READ THIS, IT’S VERY IMPORTANT. As we all know, Tumblr is not showing the posts that contain links, so I won’t be able to link the previous chapters or the masterlist. You have the link of the Masterlist on my profile and also the link to my taglist, so please check them out. WE ARE REACHING THE END FOLKS, I THINK I WILL WRITE ONE CHAPTER MORE AND THE EPILOGUE, HEHE.

You woke up to an empty bed again. You stretched your arms and smiled remembering last night’s events. You felt like a huge burden had been taken off of your shoulders and now you could finally breathe.

The first night you slept with Loki, it was cold and loveless, you were both seeking pleasure and you were also drunk. But last night was a pure expression of love and adoration. He worshipped you and your body like a goddess, exploring every inch of skin with his lips, leaving kisses and marks everywhere. You learned all his weak spots and what drove him wild, spending as much time as you could caressing and loving his body.

You really thought sex was going to be weird since he was your best friend and he knew so much about you, but you were wrong.

“Are you finally going nuts?” Loki asked you from the door staring at you in awe since you were giggling alone. You sat down to look at him wrapping the duvet around your naked body. He was wearing a pair of pajama pants that hung loosely on his hips, his torso naked exposing all his muscles. He was carrying a tray with two cups of coffee and breakfast.

“Thinking of you makes me go nuts.” You answered him shooting after a huge sweet smile when he approached the bed. He left the tray next to you and leaned in to give your lips a small peck.

“Loki, stop thinking so loud and ask me whatever you want to know.” Your breakfast was almost finished when you realized something was off, Loki was usually the one that did all the talking in the mornings. He swallowed the strawberry he was chewing and cleared his throat nervously.

“I was thinking that maybe we could... I mean...If you want to...we could go together to tonight’s party?” You set aside your cup of coffee and stared at him frowning in confusion. You thought it was obvious since you already lived together and you both were going to the same party at Shay’s house, unless his question meant something deeper.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” You knew you sounded way too amused but seeing Loki all nervous and trying to be cute as fuck made you weak.

“Maybe?” You giggled and kissed him, sensing his body instantly relax when your skin touched his. You pulled away and smiled at him.

“Oh my god, I just remembered I have something for you!” You stood up and ran to your room, trying to remember where you placed the small box. Once you had it you ran back to Loki’s room and jumped on the bed, sitting down in front of a startled and confused Loki.

“Remember you asked me to buy for you a bow tie? Well, I did.” You handed him the small box and stared at him with a wide smile, waiting for his reaction. Loki took the little piece carefully, looking at every single detail in it. He looked up at you and smiled.

“I love it! It’s so original, thank you very much.” It was a black bow tie with little constellations in white and it perfectly matched your dress, that’s why you bought it, even though you were just friends when you did. Deep down, you knew you were going together to that party.

“You know what’s the best of it?” Loki shook his head and waited for you to answer.

“It matches my dress.”

When Loki saw you in your dress he thought that the statement that he was in love was not accurate enough. You were fixing your hair in the bathroom so you totally missed the look in his face and the silent tears that fell from his green eyes. He felt so overwhelmed by all the feelings he was experimenting all at once. He was always the second best for everyone but his mother, and when she died, he thought no one would ever love him as much as she did. Loki was totally wrong.

“Do you think this is going to work out?” You stopped dead in your tracks, ignoring the freezing air of the winter night. You stood in front of him and pressed your hand to his chest.

“If you don’t want to go, we can always order takeout and have dinner at home.” Loki shook his head, feeling guilty because you didn’t get the question he was implicitly asking.

“I mean us. I don’t want to lose you, ever.” He looked at the hand you had pressed on his chest, trying to avoid your gaze. With your other hand, you cupped his cheek and made him look at you.

“We’ve been inseparable friends for two months, roommates for almost a year. You know me better than anyone and I know you just as well.” He leaned into your touch and let out a sigh. “We might be like fire and gasoline, but I would rather burn with you than walk away from this because I’m scared.”

“Are you scared?” Loki asked trying not to cry with your confession. He gulped and looked at you with glazed eyes, the fear permanent in his stare. You moved the hand from his face to his chest, so both of your hands were now resting there.

“Of course I am. But I’ve been afraid for too long, trying to fill my empty heart with sex and alcohol and the only thing that worked was you. I’m in love with you, every little part that makes you you. Besides, we haven’t fought since we became friends, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

“You might be right. I guess then we should burn tonight.” He smirked at you and you hit his chest playfully laughing alongside him.

After dinner, you were chatting lively with Bucky about the exhibition he was preparing while Shay and Loki were nowhere to be seen, probably talking about their stuff more privately.

“So, I can guess things with Loki went okay?” Bucky asked you, a wide grin telling you he already knew your answer. You threw at him a bashful smile, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“Yes, we finally admitted our feelings so I guess we are now together?” You shrugged and waited for his answer, but just when he was about to talk, Shay and Loki entered the room to make an announcement. Everyone fell silent and stared at them.

“As you all know...Buck come here” She gestured for Bucky to move besides her and so he did. “As I was saying, you all know we’ve been together for five years and I’m 1000% sure he is the love of my life, so…” Shay kneeled in front of Bucky and took out a small velvet box, grinning like a dork. “Would you marry me?”

Bucky lifted her from the floor in a hug and spun her around, her dress floating like a cloud. He kissed her with tears in his eyes and answered a million times yes. You were shedding a few happy tears for your friends and looked at Loki, who was staring at them crying as well. He looked at you and gestured you to go next to him, so you stood up confused and went to his side.

“You are not asking me to marry you, right?” You asked him in his ear jokingly, but just in case you wanted to let him know.

“You will see now.” Loki started clapping and congratulating the couple and the whole room did the same, all their friends cheering them and joking about the odd proposal. After their moment died down, Loki cleared his throat and held your hand, everyone’s attention now focused on you two. You were starting to panic, your hands sweating, not sure what was going on right now.

“Hello dear friends. I want to introduce you to Y/n, my not so newly found muse and the woman I am in love with.” Everyone gasped and Loki laughed. “By your reactions, I’m sure you all read my new book, so she is the one Sassa, the protagonist, is inspired in.” He kept talking about the book for a while and you quietly moved to your seat, overwhelmed by the fact that one of your favorite characters of all times was inspired by you. Now that you thought of it, you found the resemblances in the plot and in the main characters. Loki wrote about you and him even before you were a thing or even friends. That meant he had been in love with you a long while but instead of telling you, he wrote about it. You looked at him and felt a warmness fill your heart when you caught him staring at you already with a wide smile.

The television was broadcasting live the party at Rockefeller Center and when the clock struck midnight, you kissed Loki. All the sounds and voices around you disappearing until all you could feel was him.

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