#y’all are acting like that one friend that gets violently jealous when your friends go do something without inviting you

[bicheetopuff]

Y’all are getting annoying with all of this hate. This chapter didn’t go the way you wanted it to so you start calling hori a terrible writer? You start saying it’s disgraceful? Are you for real?

Why’re we acting like the story is over? Was there a “the end” somewhere that I missed? Was there a conformation that Shigaraki was completely dead that I also missed? You guys are right that there are some things that didn’t make sense and that it felt a little rushed and how Nanas connection with Shigaraki was off screened but, we still have chances to see all of that.

The thing with Nana might come up with All Might and Gran Torino incase y’all forgot that he’s apart of that whole thing. There could a flashback for Tomura Shigaraki: Rising. Shigaraki could manifest overhaul and put himself back together.

Here’s the thing though, Deku was never motivated to save Shigaraki, he wanted to save the crying child inside of him. AFO was rewinding his age every time he died for like 30 fucking chapters, are you really convinced that he didn’t make sure Shigaraki, his vessel/escape goat, didn’t have the same quirk just incase? Wouldn’t it come full circle for Shigaraki to come out of this as young Tenko? Wouldn’t that even make MORE sense than Deku trying to save someone that’s already too far gone physically? Shigaraki was literally falling apart, wtf was Deku gonna do? Glue him back together? Stop punching him while he was still possessed and trying to kill him and others?

Why is this fandom always mad when Deku does anything? Some people are saying he didn’t have any emotional investment in Shigaraki and that he didn’t show emotion when he died but, we haven’t even gotten the chance to see his reaction yet. The last page he’s super far away and facing away from the camera, how tf do you know he’s not upset? How do you know he’s not looking at Tenko right now?

All of this to say, can y’all just be patient for once? Wait a few chapters before you start literally wishing death on Hori for writing something that didn’t please you in a shonen manga. At this point, some of you need to just drop the series if it’s gonna get under your skin this much. I’m really tired of defending this fandom and being associated with it when y’all are being this outrageous. Some of you need to start thinking and reflecting after you read rather than just go straight to your keyboard and start throwing metaphorical rocks into Horikoshis metaphorically online window.

[haetzro]

.moonlit pussy

genre: smut

word count: 1.6k

warnings: smut, edging, unprotected sex (always wear protection!!!), explicit.

you knew what you were getting yourself into. renjun rarely got mad, always keeping his aggression at bay, not wanting to do anything brash, so you knew what you were getting into.

yeah maybe it’s a bit petty to make renjun jealous cause he was paying less attention to you, but desperate times cause for desperate measures, no?

you had spent the day with renjun and his friends and let's just say he wasn’t happy. With you being overly sweet to jeno and cooing at jaemin second to start was a bit of an irritance, but renjun wouldn't be angry at that. you knew he wouldn’t. so that’s why you and chenle were flirting with each other, your best friend catching on quickly to your goal and immediately helping you, a smile quirking onto your face when you caught renjun sucking in a breath or poking his tongue on his cheek. he was sure to catch onto your goal, and you both knew the outcome of this.

he finally reached his limit when you sat on chenle’s lap for the movie, not taking his eyes off you for five minutes.

“yeah, i think it’s time for me and y/n go. it’s getting late, and we have classes tomorrow. right babe?”

you send renjun a small smile, biting your tongue from screaming out a loud yes. “yeah, just gimmie a second i forgot my coat in the kitchen.” renjun’s smile is stiff as you and him say bye to the guys, chenle sending you a large grin which you reciprocated behind renjun’s back.

as you were walking into the kitchen, you feel renjun’s intense gaze on your back, making you smile in anticipation.

“uh, hold on i can’t find my—”

“coat?”

you look back at your boyfriend, who is holding up your fur coat in between his two fingers.

“babe, if you had it the whole time why wouldn’t you just give it to me.”

you cross your arms as renjun walks towards you, feigning annoyance. your boyfriend gives you a small smile, handing you your jacket, while leaning into you.

“you may think i’m stupid my love, but i’m far from that. when we get home, i pray you realize we’re doing anything but sleeping, for tonight i’m putting a whore like you in your fucking place.” you squirm as you feel renjun’s hot breath on your ear, looking back at him as you bite your bottom lip, a gentle smile on his face yet his eyes way darker thank you remember last.

“now, let’s go home.”

.

“no!”

you cry for what feels like the hundredth time that night, your cunt pulsing harshly as your boyfriend rips yet another orgasm from you.

his eyes are heavy with darkness as he watches you sob and whine, feeling heavily pleased with your current situation. “what’s the matter, my love? what’s with the aggression?” you whimper pathetically, body shivering from renjun’s fingers stroking your stomach and thighs, obviously ignoring the burning heat between your legs.

“please...please.”

renjun quirks an eyebrow at your pleas, hair falling in front of his moonlit face, most certainly amused at you.

“what’s with the sudden change of attitude, bub? from what i remember you were being a pathetic slut whoring around with all my friends.” he chuckles in between, before shoving his three fingers into your soaking cunt, earning a loud squeal from you “see i knew you were a cock loving whore, but wow, that was quite a lot. i’m sure you must be satisfied by now. i mean, you got what you wanted, am i wrong?”

a sob rips from your throat, as you feel your orgasm building up harshly.

“no, no! please, only want your cock. just wanted attention! please don’t—” you wail as you feel renjun pull his fingers out of cunt once more, making you thrash around while you sob.

“you don’t fucking tell me what i can or can’t do to you, am i clear?” you could only cry more, feeling at loss with your building orgasm, breath ragged making you feel out of loop.

renjun only watched silently, before getting off the bed to look for something. he brings back his belt, while looking at your tear ridden face. “hands up, don’t try any funny business.” you weakly bring your hands up above your head, letting out small sniffles.

renjun wraps his belt around your wrists harshly, checking to see any uncomfort in your face.

“remember your safe word?” you nod meekly, staring up at your the man above you.

renjun scowls slightly, before asking with more force, pulling at the belt.

“do you remember or not?”

“yes sir.”

“good. spread your legs.”

you spread your legs, slightly wincing as you take in the sticky slick between your legs. you don’t have enough time to think about the mess between your legs, before you catch renjun putting your vibrator between your legs. your eyes widen before looking up at your boyfriend before you, who only gives you a small smirk.

“any complaints, baby, and you won’t be cumming at all”

before you can even process his words, renjun presses the vibrators remote, obviously putting it on the third highest.

“oh fuck.”

the lower half of your body trembles, and you can feel the tears in your eyes build up once more. you bite your lip, trying to process the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

renjun, who was watching from across the bed, notices. he scoffs before turning up the vibrator once more, smirking as he hears the high squeal you let out, even more pleased at your trembling legs.

“renjun please, please!”

he doesn’t move from his space for a few moments, taking in your sobs and gasps, before getting up from his space and moving in between your thighs, watching as you were practically gushing from your heat.

“look at how wet you are baby. it’s so pretty.”

it was pretty. with the moon being the only light source in you and renjun’s room, it made your pussy look sparkly.

you could only whine, as you were a blubbering mess over the fascinated man. your breath is stuck in your throat as you feel renjun move the vibrator up and down your folds, occasionally pressing against your clit.

the burn in your stomach was becoming to much to bear, and you didn’t think you could go through another ripped off orgasm.

“renjun! i can’t, please, i need to— oh!”

renjun still keeps moving the vibrator for the next two seconds, before he removes it once more.

you tremble violently, while you let out a cry.

renjun turns off the vibrator, while you sob underneath him, before holding his dick at your entrance. he rubs your folds with his dick teasingly, earning some mewls from you. you look back up at him with your teary eyes, and see your boyfriends eyes darken more than they did last.

“please…”

he smiles at you sinisterly, almost as though he’s mocking you.

“you’re so fucking pathetic. you put an act up because, what, you couldn’t handle having the attention you get? you’re such a fucking slut. can’t go on without getting cock, can she?” you shake your head with the little strength you had “only wan’ your cock.”

he cocks an eyebrow up, an amused glint in his eyes.

“my cock, huh. do you even fucking deserve it, kitten?”

you mewl at the pet name, before nodding your head enthusiastically, the leftover tears in your falling down your cheeks.

“please. promise i’ll be a good girl.”

renjun smiles at you, before easing into you gently, causing you to gasp. fuck he could’ve given you a warning. you both groan as renjun bottoms out, taking time to adjust to one another.

“you ok?” you nod at him, moaning lightly as you feel him twitch in you.

renjun moves back, the tip of his dick being the only thing inside you, before he rams back into you roughly, removing any air you had left in you.

you squeal and sob, letting out little yelps here and there, renjun cursing from above you, obviously just as affected as you were, your walls pulsing repeatedly on his cock, not relenting at all.

“can any of the boys fuck you this good, huh? can they make you feel as good as i fucking do?”

you could barely answer, loud cries escaping your throat as renjun fucks you with absolute vigor, hitting every type of spot in you. he was so deep, you were sure you could feel his dick in your stomach if you were coherent enough to look down and not just think about his cock and his name only.

you could feel the same burn building inside you, except it was different and more urgent.

“oh fuck fuck fuck.”

you let out, squeezing harshly on your boyfriends cock, who only groans loudly above you.

you wail, squeezing your hands into fists as you feel yourself teetering over an edge.

“renjun, i— fuck.”

“wanna cum baby? go on.”

you scream as you let go on renjun’s command, and squirt uncontrollably over his cock, back arching off the bed.

“fuck.” you squeeze on renjun’s dick so hard, causing him to cum right after you, painting your walls with his semen, making you let out a broken cry, squirting a bit more at the feeling of renjun’s warm cum.

you both pause for a few moments, renjun squeezing your waist occasionally, trying to calm down your trembling figure.

he drops to the side of you, careful to not remove his dick from your heat.

“you ok baby?” you nod at him tiredly, melting into the feeling of his hands in your hair.

“let’s sleep yeah? we both won’t have classes until later in the day bub. i’ll clean you up before i wake up, hm?” you smile at him, feeling warm from your boyfriends overwhelming affection.

“love you.”

“love you more, baby.”

you both cuddle against each other, before drifting into an empty sleep.

.note: i hope y’all liked it. i’m actually scared that y’all won’t, lol. anyways. goodnight, it’s like 1:04 in the uk so, bye my loves.

[samanthadalton]

So we meet again part 2

since a few of you guys wanted a part 2 i thought i would give it a go, hope you enjoy. I wanted to do a mix between past and present so i’ve stated which parts are the past etc also there’ll be a part 3 which will be the finale, I’ll write that soon 💜

pairings: Poppy x Bea 

taglist: @cloud9in @somewillwin @alleycat97 @baexpoppy @save-me-the-last-dance @helpconfusedpersonhere @dopeyouth @iamsimpforpoppy @alexlabhont @thedaft1 @veenast @cloakanddaggerthings 

wordcount: 3.4k 

slightly NSFW also there might be swearing, i can’t remember tbh (it’s like 2am rn im sorry) 

also part 1 is here in case you need a refresher💜

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Bea and Poppy roll around in the bed, playfully, as Bea peppers kisses all over Poppy’s body, while pressing her body into the mattress. 

“Bea that tickles.” 

“Really?” Bea removes her hands from Poppy’s wrists and begins tickling her sides. 

“Please..stop..” Poppy says in between giggles and huffs. Eventually Bea moves her hands and is met with a pillow smashing into her face. 

“OW!” Bea cries out, as she rubs her face, a hint of a smile ghosts on her face. 

“I told you I hate being tickled,” Poppy huffs, expertly hiding her smile as Bea continues rubbing her face. “I’m sorry. Want me to kiss it better?” Bea pouts, nodding her head as she inches forward puckering her lips. Poppy rolls her eyes, placing a chaste kiss on Bea’s lips and just as she pulls away, Bea crashes her lips back into hers, eliciting a moan from the strawberry blonde. 

“That’s a kiss,” Bea teases, in retort Poppy playfully shoves her before leaning against the headboard. Bea lays her head on the pillow, shifting her body to face her girlfriend. “Hey can I ask you something?” 

“You’ll ask even if I say no,” Poppy jests. 

Bea leans up on her elbows, her expression sobering, “look Pops, these last two months have been amazing but I want to take you out on a real date.” 

Poppy groans, “not this again Bea.” 

“Hey, hey, let me finish,” Bea says pleadingly, Poppy rubs her temples, her silence indicating for Bea to continue, “I like what we have right now, just chilling and making out and stuff but I want to take you out on a real date. Somewhere public where I can show you off and make random strangers jealous of me because I’m dating the prettiest girl ever. All of this sneaking around is just reminding me of college.” 

*Flashback* 

As Bea climbs through Poppy’s window, her leg gets caught  in the curtains and she tumbles onto the floor, as the items on Poppy’s desk, plummet to the ground. 

“God damn it Farmsville, why not alert the entire sorority of your presence?” 

“Geez, it was an accident,” Bea dusts herself off, before picking up the fallen items and placing them back. “So what the hell is so urgent that you have me in your room at 1am and why couldn’t I go through the front door?” 

“Ew, don’t say it like that.” Poppy scrunches her nose up in disgust, “it’s not like that.”

“So why am I here?” 

“You’re number 1 at Belvoire now, think of this as my final consultation before you officially become queen.” 

“I was named queen the second they gave me the award, and I certainly don’t need any advice you have to offer.” 

Poppy visibly becomes irritated, her face etches into a scowl, “remember that I ruled this school for 3 years, and judging by recent events like your little plight with Kingsley, you’ve already got some enemies. Remember heavy is the head that wears the crown.” 

Bea lets out a humourless laugh, “don’t worry I have a plan.” Poppy raises an eyebrow, intrigued, “I’ll do the opposite of everything you did. I won’t backstab my friends, I won’t be a bitch to everyone and I’ll treat everyone with kindness and respect.” 

“Don’t forget Hughes, it was exactly that kind of subterfuge that got you in my spot in the first place.” 

“No, it helped me get into the top 15 I’ll admit, but everything else was careful strategy and just being a decent human being. You would be surprised how many people were desperate for your reign of tyranny to end.”

Poppy huffs, “funny how you act like people hate me so much when they would do anything just for a fraction of my attention.” Poppy takes a step forward, a sneer expression on her face. 

Bea snorts, “get off your high horse.” 

“Eurgh no farm jokes.” 

“I- I’m not going to even comment. So is that all you wanted or was there something else?” 

“What else do you think I want?” 

“I thought this was going to be about what happened at the fountain.” Poppy freezes for a split second, a blush creeping up on her cheeks, her mouth hangs open but no words come out. “Oh come on Pops, don’t act like you haven’t thought about what happened at least once or twice over the summer,” Bea flashes a smug grin which seems to bring Poppy back to reality. 

“Please,” she scoffs, “you’re giving yourself too much credit, that kiss was mediocre at best.”  

Bea raises an eyebrow, “liar.” Bea takes a step forward, “That kiss was mind-blowingly good. So good that on the first day back at Belvoire, you needed to make up a dumb excuse for me to sneak up to your room at 1am.” Poppy presses her lips together in a thin line, her eyes carefully roam Bea’s, waiting. Without any hesitation, Bea places her hands on Poppy’s hips, pulling her close to her as she presses her lips against Poppy’s, desire instantly building between the two of them. 

Poppy feels her eyes rolling to the back of her head, as Bea peppers kisses on her neck, and has to stifle a moan when Bea runs her tongue over her jaw. 

“Bea…stop with the foreplay.” Poppy feels Bea’s lips quirk up against her neck, but Bea continues kissing her neck, only frustrating Poppy more. “God Farmsville,” Poppy growls, she pushes Bea away from her and pulls her towards her bed, before straddling her lap. 

“Taking charge?” 

“I always take charge,” Poppy retorts, her lips ghosting around Bea’s until she playfully bites Bea’s bottom lip before sucking on it. “But I’m feeling nice today,” Poppy runs her forefinger down Bea’s body, evoking goosebumps, “so maybe I’ll let you be in control, just this once.” 

“So you’re planning on doing this again?” Bea teases as her lips quirk up into a wide grin as she flips their positions, pushing the strawberry blonde deep into her mattress, already locked in a passionate embrace before Poppy can retort. Bea places her hands around Poppy’s wrists placing her above her head, her eyes piercing into Poppy’s as she does so, in an attempt to demonstrate her dominance. Just as she leans in for another kiss, a loud series of knocks breaks them apart. 

“Hey P, you up?” Veronica’s voice rings through the room. 

Poppy silently motions for Bea to leave as she erratically flaps her arms towards the window. Bea wordlessly runs to the window and just as she’s about to climb out Poppy whispers, “don’t tell anyone about this, now hurry up.” 

*Present* 

Poppy averts her gaze from Bea, a guilty look on her face, “I’m sorry but college was different. I wasn’t ready for the world to know about us, I mean I barely understood what I felt for you.” 

Bea stares at Poppy with a hopeful look in her eyes, “but now you do.” She takes one of Poppy’s hands in hers, “look there’s no expectation to be super fancy, we can do something lowkey, just so we get a feel of being out together in public.” 

Poppy sighs, “fine.” Bea’s face lights up and Poppy can’t help but feel the butterflies in her stomach, “so where were you thinking?”

“I was thinking we would go to my restaurant.” 

“Digne d'une reine? That’s kinda high maintenance no?” 

“No, I meant Farmsville. I think it’s time for you to see the restaurant which you inspired.” 

Poppy bites her bottom lip, unable to stop herself from smiling, “okay.” 

……

A few weeks later, Poppy and Bea finally find the time out of their busy schedules to have their first date. As Bea leads Poppy into the small diner, Poppy stands awkwardly to the side as Bea leads her into one of the booths in the back. Poppy’s gaze darts around the room, wondering why the restaurant is so busy on a Sunday evening. 

“Hey, is everything okay?” Bea calls out to Poppy who looks lost in her own thoughts. 

“Yeah, great,” Poppy gives her girlfriend a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, as she nervously darts her gaze around the room, feeling as if all eyes are of them. 

Bea senses Poppy’s discomfort and reaches over the table, taking Poppy’s hand in hers, “hey if you wanna go…” 

Poppy violently shakes her head no, “no, I said it’s fine Bea.” She pulls her hand out of Bea’s and sits in silence until the waitress approaches the table handing the girls’ a menu each. 

“Hey Bea,” the waitress flashes the girl a bright smile, as she stands with a notebook in her hand. 

“Hey Cecila, how’s it going today?” 

“Not bad, it’s been kinda busy, but we miss seeing your face around here.” 

Bea lets out a small chuckle, “Don’t worry I’ll be back next week for a bit. I’m just glad we have you looking out for this place here otherwise it would’ve gone down in flames, literally. Jerry would’ve accidentally set fire to the kitchen if it wasn’t for you.” 

The waitress lets out a boisterous laugh, causing Poppy to furrow her brows as she reaches over, possessively interlacing her hand with Bea’s. “Hmm, funny.” The women stop laughing and look over to see Poppy’s unimpressed face. Bea expertly hides her smirk as she realises what’s going on. 

“Cecila,” Bea clears her throat, “this is Poppy-” 

“The girlfriend,” Poppy interjects. 

Cecilia gives Poppy a bright smile, “I was wondering when I was going to meet you! Bea would not stop talking our ears off about you.” Cecile playfully pushes Bea shoulder with her hand, “and she told me you were gorgeous but you are even more beautiful in person.” 

“Thanks,” Poppy bluntly replies, twirling a strand of her hair. 

“Well I’ll come back in a few minutes so y’all can look over the menu in the meantime.” Cecile gives a polite smile before moving to the next table. Once she’s gone, Poppy slips her hand out of Bea’s, but just as she lets go, Bea grabs her wrist pulling it back, a wide grin plastered on her face. 

“You’re jealous,” she says matter of factly. 

Poppy scoffs, “I don’t do jealousy, shut up.” 

Bea smiles, clearly enjoying herself, “yeah you are.” Poppy stares daggers at Bea, a scowl appearing on her face, “you don’t have to worry, I don’t think Cecile’s husband and kid would appreciate her leaving them for me.” 

“What?” 

“Yeah, she’s super straight, and married.” 

“Oh,” a blush appears on Poppy’s face as she looks away embarrassed. The strawberry blonde pulls away her hand as Bea loosens her grip on her wrist. 

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been jealous.” 

Poppy raises an unimpressed eyebrow at her girlfriend, “what the hell are you talking about?” 

“Come on, the Christmas party? Don’t tell me you don’t tell me you don’t remember.” 

*Flashback*

As the months went on, Bea and Poppy would meet up a couple of times a week for casual sex. They had set some ground rules, they can only meet up in Poppy’s bedroom, no cuddling afterwards, Bea would either have to sneak out through Poppy’s window or through the back door of the sorority if everyone else was asleep, and  no feelings could be involved. Poppy had been adamant to Bea about how sex was only a release for her frustrations and for the girl not to read too much into it because it meant nothing. But the Christmas party was just the beginning of the lines starting to blur. 

Just as Bea enters the frat house, she takes in the spirited atmosphere of the party, the loud thumping bass music, drumming in her ears as she makes her way over to the drinks station, pouring a drink for her and Zoey. 

“It’s really loud!” Bea shouts over the music. 

“What?” Zoey replies, as she takes one of the cups from Bea’s hands. 

“What?” 

“Yeah totally. Hey I’ll catch up with you soon, there’s a super cute girl over there.” Zoey lumbers over to the other side of the room, leaving the girl on her own. For a while she mingles with a few different groups, an obligation for the queen of Belvoire, but when Veronica begins not so subtly flirting with Bea, she can’t help but flirt back, especially when Veronica looks this good. 

They standing in the corner of the living room, as Veronica begins whispering into Bea’s ear about the party and how idiotic the football team look while playing strip pong but when Poppy walks through the living room in a skin tight pink dress, all rational thoughts are thrown out of the window for Bea. 

As if she can feel the girl’s eyes on her, Poppy swings her hips slightly as she walks past, a glimmer of a smile of her face, as Bea’s eyes follow her until Veronica breaks her out of her reverie. 

“You okay?” 

Bea deftly glances at Poppy to see her casually talking with Chloe, paying no attention to her, “yeah I’m good. Dance with me?” She holds out her hand which Veronica accepts as Bea leads her into the makeshift dance floor. Veronica presses her body against Bea’s, her hips grinding into Bea’s front, Bea places her hands on Veronica’s hips, only enhancing the friction between them. 

Poppy looks over to see Bea and Veronica dancing together as feels a burning sensation in her chest, it wasn’t jealousy, she wouldn’t admit to that but she did not enjoy seeing Veronica rubbing herself all over Bea. She leaves the house pulling up Bea’s contact info and texting the girl to meet her in her room asap. 

“I’ll grab us some drinks.” Bea nods as Veronica stalks off towards the drinks table and when she feels her phone buzzing in her pocket, she pulls it out to see a bunch of messages from Poppy saying it’s an emergency. Bea makes her way to the door but Veronica steps in front of her, 2 cups in her hands. 

“Are you leaving?” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry I just have to be somewhere,” Bea darts out of the house, leaving an abandoned Veronica who stands near the front door, confused.

“What’s the emergency?” Bea pants as she runs into Poppy’s room, not bothering to knock, while Poppy is standing near the door and is almost rammed over by Bea. Without a word, Poppy pulls Bea in for a kiss, her hands eagerly hooking around Bea’s neck. 

“Hey, wait,” Bea pulls away, anger written in her face, “what the hell Pops, just stop for a second.” Bea slightly pushes the strawberry blonde back, as she looks down on her. 

“Just please Farmsville, no talking, just kiss me,” Poppy replies, her tone almost begging, almost. 

Bea hesitates slightly, she’s not used to seeing Poppy so desperate, but she gives in. Poppy kisses Bea with urgency, her tongue already tangling with Bea’s, as she moans softly into Bea’s mouth. Bea guides Poppy to the bed, still locked in a kiss as she runs her hands down Poppy’s body, before she moves her hands to her back and begins unzipping her. 

“In a hurry Farmsville?” 

“As sexy as you look in this dress, you look even hotter without it.” Poppy doesn’t say anything but she gives Bea a smile as Bea’s hands continue wandering all over her body. Bea’s fingers ghost around Poppy’s inner thigh, causing the strawberry blonde to squirm slightly, as her hips rise off the bed. 

“Hughes please,” captivated by her pleading, Bea gives her, her thumb begins circling around Poppy’s button as her fingers just tease her entrance. 

“Say my name,” Bea whispers in a low gruff voice and unhesitantly, Poppy moans out Bea’s name. Bea pumps her fingers into Poppy, as she kisses her intensely, even after she feels Poppy’s juices all over her fingers, she continues moving against her, letting her ride out her orgasm. Once Poppy slumps down on the bed, Bea places her fingers in her mouth, tasting Poppy’s desire before pulling the strawberry blonde in for one more kiss. Bea remembers the rules and slides off the bed looking for her clothes before Poppy’s soft voice calls out to her. 

“Stay.” 

“What?” 

“Did I stutter? Stay, it’s late so you might as well stay.” 

“That’s not in the rules.” 

Poppy becomes irritated as she frowns at Bea, “I was just trying to be nice but whatever, leave if you want.” 

Bea knits her eyebrows together, unsure of what to do but against her better instincts she slides back under the covers, while maintaining a safe and wide gap between her and Poppy. “Thanks,” she mumbles out as Poppy just hums in response. 

The atmosphere becomes dense with awkwardness, as they lay in the bed together, unfamiliar with this territory. It isn’t until Bea speaks out that the silence is broken. 

“Hey can I ask you something?” 

Poppy sighs heavily, “even if I say no you’ll still probably ask.” 

“Probably.” The girls slip back into silence until Bea turns on her side, facing the strawberry blonde. “Why did you pull me away from the party?” 

Poppy shrugs, “I was sexually frustrated and our agreement consists of us letting out those frustrations.” 

“But you seemed pretty okay to me, I mean I saw you talking with Chloe and then I was dancing with Veronica and-” Bea falls silent, realisation dawning on her. “You’re jealous.” 

“You know what, I changed my mind, get out.” 

“Come on, I was just dancing with Veronica, I wasn’t going to sleep with her.” 

Poppy glares at Bea as she narrows her eyes, “whatever. I don’t care what you do with her anyway.” 

“Sure.” 

The girls fall back into an awkward silence until Bea feels sleep creeping up on her. Just as she closes her eyes, she hears Poppy’s voice. 

“Bea, you awake?” 

“Hmm?” Bea humans quietly. 

“You awake?” Poppy whispers. 

“Yeah, I am,” she replies, fighting back a yawn, “what’s up?” 

“What do you wanna do once college is over?” 

Bea purses her lips in thought, “it’s kinda stupid, you’ll laugh.” 

“I probably will but tell me anyways.” 

Bea lets out a short laugh, “I've always wanted to own a restaurant.” 

“Seriously?” 

“Yeah.” Bea turns over to face Poppy, she can only make out a few of her features in the dark, but she sees Poppy’s big brown doe eyes staring straight into hers, “I’ve found food as my comfort. My family loved to cook, and growing up on a farm meant we were surrounded by fresh ingredients everywhere. My mom actually taught me how to cook and I’ve been using them as guinea pigs to test out new recipes ever since.” Bea can see a smile appearing on Poppy’s face and can’t help but smile back as she reminisces about the past. “So what about you?” 

“My fate has already been written out for me. Take over the Min Sinclair business and rule the world basically.” 

“Is that it? You’ve never had any other dream?” Poppy shrugs. “Come on, there must be something.” 

Poppy sighs, “I like to draw.” 

“Really? Do you have anything you can show me?” 

“As if Farmsville, it’s private.” 

“Fine, it was worth a try.” 

The girls fall back into silence, only this time it isn’t awkward, it’s almost refreshing. After that night, their nights weren’t always physical, sometimes they would sit there and talk about everything and nothing, and they shared things even their closest friends didn’t even know about each other. 

*Present*

“I was not jealous.” 

“Fine, whatever you say.” 

As the date continues, Poppy visibly relaxes, enjoying the atmosphere of the restaurant as well as the company, as soon she forgets all her earlier doubts and begins truly enjoying herself as she laughs along to Bea’s stupid jokes while telling a few stories and jokes herself. Once Bea pays the bill, after fighting with Poppy for five minutes about wanting to be the perfect gentlewoman, Bea takes Poppy’s hand in hers and leads her to the exit of the restaurant. 

“I have a surprise for you.” She gestures to the huge blank wall at the entrance of Farmsville. “Surprise!” 

Poppy raises an eyebrow confused, “it’s a blank wall wow,” she says her voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“Well it is for now until,” she twists Poppy around, pulling her back to her front, as she whispers against her neck, “you work your magical artist skills and turn it into something beautiful.” 

Poppy gasps as she turns to face Bea, “wait you’re letting me paint it?” 

“Yep, even though you didn’t show me any of your work, I know you’ll do something amazing here, I’ll even pay you if you want.” 

Poppy shakes her head, pulling Bea in for a long kiss, “you’re the best you know that.” 

“Yeah I am pretty awesome.” Poppy grins pulling Bea in for another kiss.

[talesfromlissom]

Glory of the Moon

A/N: This is split into four separate parts, and it’s also really long so uh yeah, sorry if the characters act ooc, I’m still trying to figure out who I want to write most of them, and I haven’t done character studies with any of the characters (minus solider:76) so sorry y’all.

This is also a GN reader for all the people that like GN readers, so any pronouns can go for the role of (Y/N) ;), have fun~

This is kind of my own idea, featuring Poly!Mchanzo but Mcree and (Y/N) are werewolves. 

Summary: As the recall has been issued, new recruits start to flood into overwatch due to recommendations, from old and new allies. However, the newest recruit seems to have an interest in Hanzo, much to Jesse’s dislike. 

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

“So, what do you think of the new recruit?” Was the first thing that came to Jesse’s ears that morning.

Jesse shrugged.

“Haven’t met ‘em yet.” 

“Well, from what Lena tells me, his name is Dallas, and...he’s a werewolf.”

Now that caught Jesse’s attention.

“Another one? Damn, might as well make half of the base off limits during the full moon.” 

“Bah! The only thing you and I do according to Hanzo is bother him with belly rubs.” 

Jesse snickered.

“Speakin’ of Han, where is he?”

(Y/N) shrugged.

“Not sure, he said he wanted to go and train before people started filling it,” (Y/N) replied. “He says he doesn’t like it when he keeps people waiting.” 

A pause.

“Liar.”

“Fine, he said that he doesn’t want Genji to come into the training ground and challenge him to a fight in the middle of the day.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“If you tell him that I told you that he’ll smother me with a pillow.”

“I...Ima tell him.” 

“Jesse-mf-Mcree, you better not-”

                                                  ──•~❉+❉~•──

“Well ain’t he a sight.” Jesse muttered, as (Y/N), and him had come to the training grounds, seeing the new recruit.

(Y/N) could tell he was new, he didn’t have a uniform.

This man was dressed in black jeans, ripped jeans of course, (Y/N) smiled.

This man was young, maybe getting into his late 30’s, and with his white t-shirt and his black jacket, he knew this man at least had a fashion sense.

(Y/N) heard tapping of feet fill the air, and based on how fast they moved they knew automatically who it was.

“Heya Han, how you doin’?” Jesse said, beating (Y/N) to greeting the smaller man.

“Well, I was training, but the new recruit came and people filed in.” 

“Ah! My friends!” Reinhart’s booming voice yelled. “Come meet the new recruit!” 

“Speak of the devil.” Jesse muttered as the crowd parted. 

(Y/N) crossed their arms and raised an eyebrow as the man walked over.

And Jesse extended a glance to (Y/N) as the man came into range.

This man was definitely a werewolf.

He practically wreaked of it.

However, (Y/N) couldn’t pinpoint what pack he was from, because he didn’t smell like an omega. 

The man grinned at (Y/N).

“Alpha (Y/N)? Is that really you?”

(Y/N) smiled. “In the flesh, and you are?” 

“Dallas! Dallas Starmonger! I’m from the western pack in Oregon!” He beamed. “It's an honor to speak to you!” 

(Y/N) grinned. 

“The western pack? Ain’t y’all-” Jesse began.

“And who is this?” Dallas asked, gesturing to Hanzo. 

Hanzo paused.

“Oh, Hanzo Shimada, at your service.”

Dallas watched as the man extended the hand. 

“No, the pleasure is all mine.”

And (Y/N) had to stop Mcree from storming over when the man kissed Hanzo’s hand.

Hanzo blinked as Dallas walked by, clicking his teeth and entering the base.

“What the ‘ell was that!” Jesse cried.

“A proper greeting?”

“He kissed yer hand, Han.”

“You do realize that is a form of greeting, Mcree?” 

“But-”

(Y/N) shook their head.

“(Y/N), help me out ‘ere!”

“No. I’m gonna go train with Zarya and Mei, see ya.”

“But-but darlin’-!” 

“Bye Jesse! Go talk to Dallas or somethin’!” 

Hanzo snickered as Jesse crossed his arms and pouted.

“Are you jealous Jesse?”

“No.” 

“Jesse, calm yourself, this man is a werewolf, if I am correct, your scent, as well as (Y/N)’s lingers on me, he’ll know to keep away.” 

Jesse still pouted as Hanzo gave him a pat on the shoulder and walked into the hall, and turned to go towards the cafeteria.

He stood there for a bit.

Maybe he was just being paranoid. 

                                               ──•~❉+❉~•──

“He still hasn’t said hello to me.” Jesse huffed.

(Y/N) shook their head.

“Jesse, he probably didn’t see you.”

“Didn’t see my ass, he looked right at me!” Jesse paused. “Somethin’ about this guy doesn’t feel right.” Another pause. “Jeez, if I had a dollar for everytime I caught that man staring at Han, I’d pay off my own goddamn bounty.” 

(Y/N) rolled their eyes. “C’mon Jesse, you and I said that about Hanzo, and now look where we are, we’re all dating.” 

“Tsk.” Jesse muttered, rounding the corner. 

“And besides, Hanzo is the most observant out of us, if he knows something is up, he’ll know it before we do.” 

“I just, I don’t-”

Jesse came to a halt, spying Hanzo and Dallas down the hall.

Hanzo was leaning against a wall, with Dallas hovering over him, the two engaged in casual chatter.

Jesse gestured to the two.

“See?”

“Jesse, be polite.”

“I am being polite!”

“Ah, (Y/N), and...Joel..?” Dallas began as the two walked over.

“It’s Jesse.” Jesse hissed.

“Ah, Jesse right,” Dallas corrected. “So, you  three are the only werewolves here?”

Hanzo raised an eyebrow. “Three?” 

“Hanzo ain’t a werewolf,” Jesse muttered, and (Y/N) narrowed their gaze at him, noticing the slight attitude in his tone. 

(Y/N) huffed at Jesse who narrowed his gaze even further. 

“Ah, he’s a human then?”

“Yep.”

“Hm.” Dallas said. “That’s a good thing to know.”

“And why’s that?” 

“Jesse, calm-”

“No no, it's fine,” Dallas said, scratching the back of his neck. “I heard that the new recruits get paired to spar against the older recruits, so I just wanted to know so I can go easy on him-”

“You do not have to go easy on me. I can handle it.” Hanzo replied. 

Dallas then grinned.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Nice, well, see you guys around, Mrs.Amari still has to show me around!” 

As the man ran off, (Y/N) immediately turned to Jesse.

“Jesse, you need to take a chill pill.”

“I’m completely chill darlin’. Completely.” Jesse snapped through gritted teeth. 

                                               ──•~❉+❉~•──

Things didn’t get much better between Jesse and Dallas.

But they did between Dallas and Hanzo.

Hanzo found a mutual understanding in Dallas.

Dallas, was raised in a crime family as well, with his father being a member of the mafia.

Unlike Hanzo’s father, Dallas’ was just a member, not the leader.

So he understood the expectations.

Alas, Dallas ran away, not wanting to participate in such violent things, and joined overwatch to help, is what Dallas told him anyways.

He found himself having to speak to Dallas by himself, or with (Y/N) around, since Jesse and Dallas never got along.

This led to...a lot of fights between (Y/N) and Jesse, whenever (Y/N) caught Jesse being rude. 

Hanzo sat in the background most of the time when the two fought.

Tempers flared high between the two as of right now, not just because of this new recruit,but  the full moon was tonight.

Which meant Hanzo tried to keep his distance, but again, there was a fight, and he didn’t leave in time.

                                                 ──•~❉+❉~•──

“Jesse what hell were you thinking!” (Y/N) cried as Jesse merely looked at the floor.

“God! Can’t you get your head out of your ass for two seconds and actually try to get along with this guy?”

“He called me an Omega!”

“So what! I get called an Omega too? It isn’t rare, Jesse!”

“He knew that I’d punch him if I said that!”

“He did not Jesse. I bet Dallas is just tired of you being rude to him so he decided to be rude back!”

“Why the hell are you taking his side?”

“I’m not taking anybody’s side Jess’, why would you think I’d do that to you!”

“Then why don’t ya say anythin’!” A pause. “He interrupts me, ignores me, and yet you say nothin’! You’re a goddamn alpha, he’ll listen to you!”

“No he won’t! He’s an alpha too Jess’!”

Jesse let out a groan of frustration.

“And what about Han? Huh, I guess you don’t see him feel ‘im up him do ya?” 

“He’s never done that before!” 

“Yes he has!” Jesse yelled, his voice getting louder. 

Hanzo tensed as the shouting would get louder, and the grip on his book tightened.

Soon, the book slammed shut, causing (Y/N) and Jesse to turn to him.

“Can you two please cease this useless fighting!” Hanzo cried. “It brings us nowhere!”

Silence.

“(Y/N), Jesse isn’t going to like everyone, but Jesse, you must be polite to Dallas, it's unprofessional and he is your team member!” 

“Han-”

“No! You are both acting like children, hell, I can’t sit down and have a meal without you two fighting about this man! He is just a man!”

And that was the last straw.

Hanzo marched past the two enraged werewolves, who were still silent.

“I’m going to meditate, do not bother me.”

And the door shut, and frankly, (Y/N) and Jesse swore the door sounded louder than before.

                                                         ──•~❉+❉~•──

It was always calming in the zen garden.

It was built by request of Genji and Zenyatta.

Hanzo was thankful it was late, Genji and Zenyatta tended to meditate during the day.

So as of right now, he was alone.

The calming atmosphere almost always brought some peace to his mind.

Near the fountain, eyes shut.

However, they snapped open as the leaves brushed next to him. 

He turned, and spotted Dallas coming out of the bushes.

A water bottle in hand.

And a towel wrapped around his neck.

Dallas paused.

“Oh, heya Hanzo, how are you doing?”

“I am fine, you?”

Dallas frowned.

“I know that look,” He said. “Joel and (Y/N) fought again I’m guessing?”

“Is it that obvious?” A pause. “And his name is Jesse.”

Dallas muttered an apology before sitting down, next to Hanzo.

Hanzo fidgeted.

“What...are you doing here?”

“Oh, I was working out with Reinhart and Junkrat, but I got tired and left early,” He said, placing the bottle down. “God, those two have so much stamina.” 

Hanzo shook his head.

“Indeed.”

Silence.

“You...want a sip?”

“What?”

“Of my water.”

“Erm..no thank you.”

“You sure? Dr.Ziegler told me that you tend to meditate for hours, it shouldn’t hurt to drink something small.”

Hanzo thought for a moment, his dragons spoke to him, telling him to go see (Y/N) and Jesse.

He brushed it off and grabbed the water bottle, taking a few gulps.

“See? Isn’t that better?”

Hanzo shook his head.

“I suppose.”

Dallas grinned.

“Doesn’t Winston have some fruit here?”

“This isn’t the greenhouse, Dallas.”

“I know but it doesn’t hurt to look right?”

Hanzo sighed.

“You may look, but I am not.”

“Alright, see ya tomorrow then.”

“Farewell.”

Hanzo shut his eyes yet again.

                                            ──•~❉+❉~•──

After fifteen minutes, Hanzo felt off.

His head was pounding, his arms felt weak.

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

When were the lights this bright.

Hanzo stood up-

He wobbled and fell against the fountain, gripping his head. 

His vision was getting more distorted and blurry every time he blinked.

He heard footsteps behind him.

“God, it was easy breaking into this place.” A voice said off in the distance.

“You sure this is the place?”

Hanzo hobbled forward, only to fall to the ground.

“Oh it's the place alright.” He heard Dallas’ voice interrupt.

Through his blurred vision, he saw the faint outline of Dallas, crouching near him.

The corner of his eyes began to turn to black, as he felt himself be lifted from the ground and placed on Dallas’ shoulder.

“Welcome to the Eastern Pack of Spain, Hanzo Shimada.” 

[jay-cult]

Can you talk more about Gardin and Cole 😳

rubs my hands together violently

I shall now explain in Great Detail.

So in , season one Gardin is not at all a fan of Cole, and vice versa. They’re the “rivals who are supposed to be working on the same team” sort of guys. It’s at this point in the show that Gardin is very cold, critical, and pessimistic n all, of course, because it’s the beginning. And Cole’s all rational, headstrong leader, with a few Pure qualities, loves his team and being a ninja, stuff like that. And they genuinely dislike each other and fight, there’s not even a hint of attraction. But towards the end of season one, they get put in a situation together. There’s only a bit of ice broken when they work out how to solve it together, of course, because this stuff doesn’t happen overnight. But it’s also when they find relatability for each other in a very deep, unique sense- they’re able to bond over passed parents. And they start to see stuff in each other and are allowed to become friends going into season two.

In the second season, they still have their differences and bicker a bit at the beginning, but it’s not as bad as before. And this is when Gardin starts to get the ~feels~. The phases for him go little bits, then an Instance where he thinks about it, d e n i a l, depressed acceptance, and then embracing it. And the whole while Cole is an oblivious buffoon. It’s very much one-sided and not healthy for Gardin in the slightest, but when did something like that ever stop him? And honestly the end of season 2 is kinda just left like that.

Oh boy Rebooted. My love. So of course, Cole-Nya thing happens, right? And so obviously that Pisses Gardin Off and he has the same kinda vibe as Jay. And so our boys, previously just the “oh we’re friends” type, reluctantly team up. And at first they’re super Pissy w each other because “ur partner took mine” or whatever but over time with this they eventually become the best of friends. I’m getting a little off tangent from the Cole thing but just listen, they totally set up fake dates with each other to try and make their ex/crush jealous, and it’s pure beauty.

And so season 4 rolls around and Jay and Gardin are the only ones still hanging around each other because they’re still all depresso about what happened. Gardin does Jay’s makeup and a lot of backstage work in the show he hosts. They’re called to action of course and are a bit less angry at the Traitors and are instead more focused on being the chaos-and-allower-of-chaos duo. Then of course, the Jay/Cole fight happens, and we get the “sHeS yOuRs I sHoUlDvE kNoWn ThAt” thing and of course this puts Gardin in A. a state of disbelief and then B. INTO FERAL MODE.

dreaming of paradise! this is when it happensss. I won’t go into detail about the season totally not because i need to still think up a lot of the plot, eheh. But in basic terms, Cole actually starts to get feelings himself and they end up together at the end of the season uwu it’s a fantastic and fun time, and I hope y’all will enjoy what I have for the very, very far future in which i start making stuff for it. i also thought i should mention that Jay ends up actually giving up upon seeing how different Cole acts in response to Gardin than Nya to him at the end of the season. I noticed that in s5 there’s actually 0 mention of Jaya stuff up til the reflection scene so i only thought it fit.

Not much is left buttttt, i MUST mention possession and skybound ghost cole angst. gardin is absolutely not having a good time reacting to cole becoming a ghost, and he even neglects practicing airjitsu from it at first. this leads to the scene of cole (and in this case, gardin) on the ice stalactites both being inexperienced in doing it, and so they encourage each other, and end up being able to feel when they hold hands to do it together, the only time for a long while. Angst? Secured. But don’t get me started on how he straight up b a r r e l s into cole when he sees him as a mortal guy in dotd. nearly knocks him over and for a little guy that’s impressive.

So I’ll wrap it up with simple stuff about them in general. Gardin’s not flirty in the slightest, that’s not who he is. He’s very much a generous-acts-to-show-affection sort of guy, and it’s no exception with his bf. And in contrast, Cole’s very much not a hides-feelings sort of guy. He’s not the Charming Flirt, of course, but he is obvious about things and says a lot of stuff outright when they’re in front of other people. And Gardin gets all flustered about it, and Cole’s just like “??? what? what did i do??” very geniunely. It’s Good. They’re Good.

Thank u for listening to my TED Talk.

[johnseedfanclub]

microscope, mixtape, ufo, and parachute for Angel please!!

okay....This one’s quiiiiite lengthy sorry about that 😅😅😅

Thanks for the ask! ♥️

Hope y’all like this one~

microscope: zoom in – describe the little, insignificant details about an OC.

Angel loves Thai iced tea and sweet drinks! He only drinks coffee for the caffeine but doesn’t actually like coffee (he prefers his with a lot of sugar/flavoring to cover up the bitter coffee taste)

Angel wishes he could have a pet but is scared he might hurt them with his bad mood swings

He secretly loves and wants plushies. He also has an attachment to them but never admits it because he’s “too old” for them.

His type is brunette, charming, suave, rich/wealthy men (not literally but is a nice add on yk~) , with light colored eyes (coincidentally it sounds like John but he can’t stand him)

Actually acts out/badly for a bit of attention he usually does it for shits and giggles but does it to receive a reaction out of someone whether it be from the person he’s talking to or the audience watching

He actually wishes people gave him more affection and reassurance. He never truly knows how much his friends appreciate him an a lot of times he feels like they don’t much. He doesn’t tell them the truth though because he doesn’t want to come off as jealous, needy or as an “attention seeker”

Likes dressing feminine more than masculine. He absolutely HATES men’s clothing Hawaiian shirts, turtlenecks, tuxedos/formal wear are the only exceptions (he would pretend to like the boxes of men’s clothing he would receive from friends as gifts. Would never even wear them. Maybe once if he doesn’t want to hurt their feelings)

Canonically he is “blonde” but he’s actually a brunette (light brown hair) but likes to dye his hair blonde instead

ufo: identity! what are some key identifying qualities or traits of your OC(s)? how to they identify in regards to gender/sexuality?

Special Qualities: his personality. Angel has a very unique personality compared to everyone he knows. He has this funny, mean/sarcastic, chill vibe to him. He always teases and plays around with his friends, not to mention he’s quite blunt and honest with anyone (even more harsh to people who annoy him). And though he seems like a small angry chihuahua at times, he’s a real sweetheart to everyone. He is never afraid to try anything new, no matter now fucking crazy or dangerous it may be he’s totally down to do it. That’s why both Eden’s Gate and the Resistance fear

Good Traits: He’s comedic (even at the worst times or when you need it), is the best at throwing house parties (even at 30 years old), he can help you with any favor it doesn’t even matter what it is (almost impossible to ask him of something he can’t do), he’ll take care of you when you’re sick/hungover/injured/depressed/having a panic attack, he’s a great cook and willing to share whatever he makes with anyone (if there’s enough), and he’s always generous (a big gift giver)

Bad Traits: He can a bit overly aggressive/rude (sometimes accidentally), he’s bad at remembering/keeping tract of things (he knows everyone’s favorite animal but totally forgets their birthdays and/or names), tends to crack under too much (bad) pressure and become extremely aggressive or violent, holds in his true feelings and emotions, has really bad mood swings, can be easy to piss off, can be too loud (mouthed) at times

Sexuality: Gay (attracted to men)

Gender identity: depends on the way he dresses/his mood normally he prefers he/him/they/them but if he dresses more feminine (wears makeup, tight dresses, feminine accessories) you could call him by she/him, or even they/them. (No pronoun preferences when he cross dresses)

#squad: who’s friends with who? what are the squad dynamics like?

Angel has few friends outside Hope County. The main people he’s friends with are Mary May, Jerome, Staci Pratt, Sharky Boshaw, Hurk Drubman Jr, Adelaide, Faith Seed, the Angel Twins (Jeremiah and Isaiah), the Whitetails, and a few of the peggies of Eden’s Gate

The only squads that Angel are apart of are

Sharky + Hurk = The Bomb Squad

Peggies = Eden’s “Gays”

Angel, Sharky, and Hurk are like the best and worst pairing. They’re all sweet, funny, and humble but can be obnoxious and destructive as FUCK. Anytime they go somewhere to find/finish some mission. It always ends in them leaving a trail of either, fire, gunpowder, or an explosion of some sort (either vehicle, silo, bliss tank, or outpost/building). Don’t even ask or mention what they do for leisure time. More crazy stunts and tricks that could put any normal person with a normal brain in the ER in critical condition. And at the bar? Jesus Christ. They order enough alcohol to kill 5 men but somehow make it through the night. And if they aren’t drinking, they’re sure as hell smoking weed or whatever the fuck Sharky has been brewing in his trailer (it’s most likely a 50/50 chance that you’ll pass out or die from it). They’re definitely one crazy ass group, nothing you would ever even expect, not even out of a crazy...Hollywood...Michael Bay movie. A feminine Latino city gay, an old cheery bomb-rocket enthusiast, and a insane pyromaniac that has a warrant. There definitely isn’t a dull moment with these three. But...you’re good as gone if you’re stuck with them for more than 11 minutes.

Angel and the Eden’s “Gays” are a pretty decent sized group of 6 men (plus the Twins some days) that are the few queer men of Eden’s Gate. Originally they seemed quite closeted because of the cult’s religion and some of its rules. But with Angel around they soon became another loud, obnoxious group of men. Before the whole group was “founded” the original 6 peggies (including John Seed himself) didn’t like Angel at all because of how loud and “out” he seemed (not to mention the carelessness). But as Angel visited the bunkers more often (after he was kidnapped by John) they slowly grew fond of him. Angel would always do kind gestures to learn more about Eden’s followers by helping them with chores, tasks, bringing them food and treats from outside the compound (though he wasn’t supposed to), and even help them find comfort in their own troubles. Though Angel liked a lot of the members he really favored 6 different followers in particular Connor, Michael, Anthony, Jace, and Jefferey (those who were the first followers he interacted with). Now they’re known as Eden’s Gays troublemakers. They sneak out to the Spread Eagle to drink, host secret parties in Hope County, and smoke as well. There isn’t a moment where they aren’t breaking the cult’s rules. They’re the only group of peggies some of the resistance members trust mostly because Angel made a rule of not attacking or harming them and actually enjoy being around. They’re definitely always getting into trouble with both sides too, much like Angel, starting small fights during church/sermons, fooling around on the job, or going around Hope County not to attack the locals but pester the living shit out of them. They almost stop being violent mean peggies and instead just become this goofy comedic group of young men. (Fun Fact: the “Eden’s Gays” were actually a thing before the cult became hostile *during its first few years in Hope County* and John was mostly the “leader” of the crazy group)

mixtape: 5 songs that describe your OC(s) or songs they themselves would like.

Ohohohooooo~

(The possibilities are endless for this one so I’m sticking to a Baddie playlist he would listen to)

May I ~ Flo Mili

Literal Legend ~ Ayesha Erotica

Yikes ~ Nicki Minaj

I like it ~ Cardi B

Sway With Me ~ Saweetie & GALAXARA

parachute: who does your OC(s) trust the most? who makes them feel safe? who would they do absolutely anything for?

Missy (my U.S. Marshal oc), is one of the few people he trusts the most. During the time from when he was arrested to when he was released out of jail (and transferring to Hope County Jail), she was always like a mother figure to him. And though she was supposed to investigate Angel’s murder and drug charges, she treated him kindly and respect, instead of a criminal. Without Missy, Angel might as well been as good as dead since she was the one that helped him move to a psychiatric ward instead of federal prison after discovering who he really was. Even after he was released, Missy still treated him as if he was her own son. She allowed him to stay at her penthouse apartment when Angel told her his father had disown him and he had no where to go. She always cared about him, made sure he ate, drank water, took care of himself, and even helped him get a better mindset. Though Angel still teases Missy by calling her “Mama Bear (Missy)” or “Mother Goose (or hen)” he’s forever grateful she was always there for him.

[scottybrock]

Day 28 - Colby Brock

A/N: This is going to be part of a series! This is my first time ever trying to write a series. Based off of a trend going around on Tik Tok; “Trying to get my best friend to fall in love with me.” I saw this and I thought it was the cutest fucking thing ever, so hope y’all enjoy. **AHHH!! ONLY 2 CHAPTERS LEFT!! HOLY FUCK WOW I’M SHOOK. I CAN’T BELIEVE I’VE BANGED OUT ALMOST THIRTY CHAPTERS, UPDATING ALMOST EVERY DAY. I’M FUCKING TIRED LMFAO

“You know, I had a plan,” You told Colby, your head resting on his chest. You felt his chest vibrate with his chuckles. “Yeah?” Colby asked, raising an eyebrow. His fingers ran through your hair, and you melted into his touch, snuggling even closer to him. You closed your eyes, letting out a content sigh. Colby smiled down at you fondly, letting his own eyes slip closed. He was beyond happy that you were finally his, finally in his arms. You were his, and he was yours.

“What was your plan, baby?” Colby asked, his brows furrowing slightly. You giggled softly, and he relished in the sound. He wanted to make you smile and laugh, every single day. He couldn’t get enough of your smile. When he was having a shitty day, just seeing your smile made him feel infinitely better. Your nose brushed against his neck gently, your lips brushing against his jaw as you scooted up to be closer to him.

“I gave myself a time limit,” You told him, your smile growing wider. “I gave myself thirty days. I’ve been in love with you for years, but I was too scared to ever act on it. I decided that I needed to make the first move, because you were too thick-headed to realize that I loved you,” He smacked your ass smartly, his lips spreading into a grin. “Hey!” He protested. “I finally pulled my head out of my ass, and it took less than thirty days, so hush.”

You giggled, slinging one leg over his, your leg wrapping around one of his in an effort to get even closer. “Yeah, but how many people told you, before you finally realized?” You asked rhetorically. You heard Colby let out a huff, and you could picture him rolling his eyes at you, a slight pout on his face. “Alright, alright.” Colby conceded, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. “A lot of people. Literally all of your friends.” He admitted. “Devyn, Katrina, and Tara were ready to actually fucking murder me.”

“Mike was, too.” You added, another giggle bursting from your throat. Colby let out another huff, but began chuckling as well. “Well, I was ready to murder Mike when I thought he was actually taking you out on a date.” Colby replied. Your giggles turned into full laughter. “You were so fucking mad!” You squealed, rolling away from him and propping yourself up onto your elbows to look at him. Colby was smirking, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” Colby muttered in reply. “I wasn’t mad, per se. More like violently jealous.”

Your laughter tapered off, and you grinned at him. “No need to be jealous, babe,” You crooned. “You’re the only one for me.” Colby’s expression lit up, and his smirk transformed into a wide smile. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.” He told you, rolling onto his side to face you. Your grin widened. “Well, I’ll be telling you that for the rest of our lives.” You replied.

Colby’s eyes crinkled at the corners as his smile widened impossibly wider. “So, your plan?” He asked, gesturing for you to continue. You shrugged. “I didn’t really have a set plan,” You told him. “It was more like... I would flirt more, and see how you reacted. If you reacted well, then I’d continue, then eventually build up to telling you that I was in love with you, and hope with all of my heart that you’d feel the same way.”

Colby’s expression softened, and he reached out for you, wiggling his fingers in a ‘grabby hands’ gesture. “Well, I do.” Colby replied. You beamed and rolled into his arms, your head resting on his chest once more.

“Lucky me.”

[hyunjizns]

dating minho

⤷ mr lee know about vroom vroom right into y’all’s hearts

how you guys start dating

you and minho meet by chance, it’s quite funny actually 

so he’s taking one of his usual walks by the han river and you happen to be there just enjoying the serenity of the area after picnicking with your friends

what happens is that you and your friends decide you wanna be childish and play tag

because despite you guys being grown you have the mindset of five year olds

anyway you guys are running, playing, laughing and your dumbass is just having the time of your life trying to catch your friends

that being said you weren’t looking where you were going and you run right into some dude

that some dude turns out to be MINHO

and you’re just like “fuck sorry”

your brain is a mess okay, sorry you just ran right into a hot dude??? the only logical thing to do is to hddhjdsksk

now minho for one doesn't know what to do because if it were anyone else he would probably like shout at them on first instinct

but he didn't with you

maybe his heart softened because you somehow looked adorable in your frantic apologetic state

so he flashed his minho, award winning smile and told you not to worry about it

you felt bad, though because you hit into him pretty hard 

and minho senses this because he ! is ! minho ! so he tells you not to worry

and you’re like okay,,,, if you say so,, 

but that's not the last meeting between you two

so you end up meeting again by chance but the setting is a bit more formal

it’s at a café and minho is out with the guys

so he's in the line and you’re right behind and guess what???

you accidentally stand on the back of his shoe like geez y/n

and he turns around like WTf but he recognises you

the one who knocked him right over at the han river a few days ago

“you!”

you both go at the same time and it’s like that moment

like déjà vu hello

fate is that you??

so anyways the line is long and you two end up talking a bit and like the boys are getting whining but he doesn't care because you're actually quite interesting

you apologise AGAin for the incident at the han river because ugh

but of course he's like it's fine shhh

he finally gets to the top of the line and gets the drinks for the boys but he comes back over to you

but just slips you his number with a wink

and you die inside just a ᵗᶦⁿʸ ᵇᶦᵗ

now you two become such good friends from there on because minho just finds it so easy to talk to you

he doesn't have to be looking for a way to start a conversation

yes all the boys know about you, minho's little friend

and when he finally starts to realise he's lowkey crushing

he tries to stop it but unfortunately that just doesnt work out

pls everytime he gets a text from you he's a smiling mess

he's just really happy okay

the boys are like ohHohO

insert eyebrow wiggle

and they catch on to this lil crush that minho has on you

woojin is the main one trying to get him to confess but he's that typical "i don't wanna ruin our friendship kind of guy"

but after a little- lot more pestering from the boys he goes for it

it's when you ask him to come over and watch a movie with you

and while you guys are on the couch, his heart is just beating so fast then he's like

fUCK IT

and just "y/n i like you, i like you so much. would you be mine?"

he just couldn't take it anymore

your heart stops???

but there begins the minho x y/n fairy tale

minho as a boyfriend

ugh !! this boy has THE biggest soft spot for you like girl consider yourself extra special

you would never catch him getting this mushy over anyone, even jisung

usually people are shocked when they see how minho acts around you because he treats you like a porcelain doll and he’s just so protective of you??

like that’s not the minho they know, not the one that bullies them

okay so now that i’ve said that, he may be soft for you but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s minho

like for dates for example, he’s a lazy boy i’m sorry so he’s gonna prefer to stay at home and just watch movies

with you there to comfort him

big, super planned out dates are not his thing

he would most definietly love anime dates

because this boy loves !! anime

pls he's gonna have his head on your lap and you're gonna be absently playing with his hair

while he intensely watches

and shhhh

you're absolutely not allowed to talk while it's showing

but discussing the plot in the end is a must, he has a lot to critique

he also would like those quiet times that you guys have together where you kinda just enjoy each other’s presence

he likes reading so he will wanna do a book rec and like whenever you read anything he recommends his heart will just bURsT 

just akshhskls his baby is reading what he recommended !!!

he loves teasing you pls that’s just the dynamics of your relationship

he lives for your smiles okay so when you roll your eyes and giggle at him, his heart warms

the two of you live off of playfully "insulting" one another

which usually leads to playful fights

where someone's usually in a headlock, that person usually being you

he's a bit violent like that..

but that’s okay because you know what you signed up for getting into this relationship

jealous minho is quite interesting

because like he doesn’t wanna show that he’s super jealous so he’s trying so hard

but anyone that sees his face just knows that he is not !!!! having it 

in situations where you notice, you just grab his hand and give it a tight squeeze or peck his lips just to let him know that no one’s gonna be stealing you from him

if he takes the initiative he won’t like go overboard but he’s gonna get protective of you

so expect a lot of affection from him and smug looks at whoever’s flirting with you

after the encounter he’s a puppy behind you

“y/n, you only love me right?”

“yes, of course minho”

ugh everyone’s like wtf? because minho is never ever ever like this with anyone

aNYONE i tell you

he appreciates you so so so much when you stay late at the studio waiting for him to finish up practice whether it be him practicing dancing, rapping or singing

he does not ever plan to tell you how adorable he thinks you are while watching him despite the exhaustion threatening to take you over

he also loves dancing with you even if you can’t dance he finds it adorable

like wow

even though you might trip and look like an absolute fool you’re still willing to dance with him

how did he get so lucky??

he is absolutely not that matchy matchy boyfriend though

and you guys are just not That Gross Couple™

no matter how much you beg him to match outfits

or take those gross couple photos 

he will not !!

that’s not in minho’s boyfriend handbook

that being said this means that he is not big on pda

like sure he may kiss you and what not but sorry he gets real passionate and the boys do not want to see that

one time jeongin walked in on one of your um sessions

NO I’M NOT TALKING ABOUT S*X YOU NASTY

just a make out session that was pretty damn heated

the poor baby’s eyes were scarred

like minho is just so rough and passionate, it leaves you breathless every single time

he likes to have his hands in your hair, on your waist or grabbing your butt

and the kisses usually start off moderately paced but once you get into it there’s no going back

there’s almost always tongue and he’s usually in control

he lives for neck kisses, jawline kisses and collarbone kisses

he also likes to mark you because he just loves the fact that you’re his and these marks just make it known to the whole entire world

he can be pretty soft when it comes to kisses too but he doesn’t really like peck your lips

or give those short, meaningless kisses

when he kisses it’s either all or none 

BYE I’M SCREECHING

i’m not gonna lie to you he can cook so well and you know it

but he fakes being a big fat mess in the kitchen so that you would come help him 

look minho’s just a big baby in a “manly” body

he likes to do that cliché thing where he back hugs you in the kitchen 

like please minho we get it

also i’m sorry but you literally cannot go anywhere with him that involves packing clothes

because ? him ? and ? his bundles ?

he’s very passionate about his bundles and listen he’s gonna want to rope you into it too, basically packing your clothes for you in bundles

you’re like “minho PleASe, this is not the 18th century”

and he just goes, “bundles are more effective”

cue your eye roll

but it’s all in good fun, if his bundles make him happy you’re more than willing to accept it

hey, he’s the love of your life

when it comes to fights or being angry at each other it doesn’t happen that often

but he’s a tricky puzzle because he doesn’t voice his anger or whatever

actually he’s really good at bottling up his emotions (which isn’t good but you’ve worked around it and figured out how to get him to open up)

he’s an avid user of the silent treatment

dun dun dunnnn

and you absolutely cannot stand it so you usually are the first to crack in arguments

lemme tell you, he loves you yes he does

but he knows how to stand his ground

so you end up trying to get him to talk to you and just get to fixing the problem at hand

but it always ends in good cuddles so the tension doesn’t last long

OH and cuddling

ahhhh minho actually really loves cuddling and having conversations whether they’re deep or goofy

usually y’all cuddle on your lazy dates

he likes you to lie your head on his chest while his hand is wrapped around your waist

and you two can talk for hours

your relationship with minho in general is just very playful

with your soft moments ofc

and it just makes it super hard for anyone to not ship it

get you a man like lee know ;)

[kh-imaginings]

sorry, if it's not to late can the marriage ask for xigbar be with luxu!xigbar in mind, unless you don't think it'd change anything? thanks!

I’mma be real with you chief I don’t think it’ll make much difference (I don’t know much about KHUX, and we’ve only briefly seen Xiggy responding and admitting outright to being Luxu, so we’re just going to go with what we’ve got.)Anyway!

A-About, what about you made them want to marry you?

You can handle yourself against anyone, including his sense of humor. he respects that about you. He’s a very sarcastic dude, he’s not a very respectful person (we’re all pretty much on the same level in his eyes), so to have met this person that he would submit to/stand down for in ways is a big deal to him. He wants to keep you around.

B-Baby, would they want kids with you as soon as possible?

Not really, sorry hun! Maybe at one time he did, but not so much as he’s gotten older. Should a pregnancy come up and you want to raise a baby, then he will be totally supportive. You need him there at the doctor’s visits? Alright, but he’s bringing a book or something. You wanna go shopping? Sure. He’s just not tripping over himself to plan it out. He just goes with the flow.

C-Celebration, how would they celebrate your anniversaries?

Whatever you want to do, he’ll make it happen. Otherwise he’ll get you a flower or 12 and it’s takeout and makeout! ;)

D-Divorce, how would they handle if you wanted a divorce? What caused it?

Yeah well, he ain’t happy. He’s almost not surprised given who and how he is. He wouldn’t admit to be heartbroken, and you’ll never see him cry (I can’t even confirm or deny if he cries at all during this time), but you’ll see him mad. He resents this, but he won’t stop you. You stop communicating for a while after it’s finalized and everything has been separated. Maybe you’ll see each other in public somewhere a few of years down the line, and it’s like you’ve become a stranger to him. Just another face in the crowd, something to playfully tease, but no longer close. You just wanted different things, maybe you wanted a family, settle down and have that dream of settling down come true, but that’s not his style. Maybe he was being a jerk for a little too long, and his good traits aren’t enough to make up for his bad ones anymore. Either way you can’t take being around him any longer.

E-Earnest, are they serious about your marriage? Or can they be a little immature about it?

He’s immature, for sure! He’s serious a couple of times a year (usually birthdays and anniversaries and small get-togethers with friends). He’s a jokey guy, making light of situations is how he responds to the world. He wants you to enjoy his humor as well.

F- Favorite, what was your favorite things before and after you got married to each other?

Before: Either listening to you talk about something you’re passionate about, seeing how your eyes light up when he suggests going back to his place and spending time together. It reminds him that you really enjoy his company and don’t think he’s annoying or obnoxious.

After: When you fall asleep on his shoulder watching tv or in bed when he’s reading. It happens almost every night, and he really cherishes these moments. He’s not making a joke, and you can’t see him making googoo eyes at him. He thinks you’re amazing.

G-Giving, do they spoil you?

Every now and again, maybe once a month, Xigbar will go all out for you. Take you shopping, then out to eat, maybe dancing, a walk in the moonlight? He likes it when you’re happy, and the face you make when you’re surprised and feel special, especially when it’s because of him? It’s his favorite thing in the world. 

H-Honeymoon, what did you two do for your honeymoon?

Something kind of adventurous, maybe bungie jumping or zip-lining? Something that would thrill you, he likes the faces you make. Some sight-seeing, people watching (that for him, he likes to eavesdrop and silently judge others). And whatever you wanted to do too! 

I-Invest, how much do they contribute to your marriage?

Xigbar is surprisingly ((to me, I don’t know about you guys, maybe you knew all along)) domestic. Like cooking and cleaning, is easy for him to fulfill. If it’ll make you feel at ease and less stressed he’ll pull his own weight around the house. 50/50 (and a little more if it’s your birthday or anniversary).

J-Jealous, do they still get jealous even though you’re completely theirs?

Nah, sorry Xig’s not the jealous type. If you say you love him, then you love him. Once you got his trust, you don’t have to worry (unless you have actually done something to break his trust).

K-Kiss, how often would you two kiss? Do you still have that spark?

As often as you want, and the once before leaving the house in the morning, and once before going to sleep at night. 

L-Live, where would you two settle down at?

Xigs would like to live somewhere near a city, the hustle and bustle is a nice place to visit. He’d be fine if he were just outside a city, where you can get some peace and quiet, but you’re never too far from the action and drama that a city can bring. Would prefer to stay away from anywhere with a Homeowners Association (like a suburb with people named Barb or Karen). Also far away from a school! Little kids mean trouble, and trouble that Xig didn’t start? is a no=no.

M-Make, do they still make your heart flutter after years of marriage?

If you’re asking if looking at you makes Xigbar’s (nonexistent?) heart feel warm and comfy? Heck yeah, it does. You’re home for him, a constant, a comfort. He cherishes the fact that you’re still together after all these years, that you bother putting up with him after all this time. He may be a jokester, and he may not say it out loud enough, but he really does feel lucky that you’re here.

N-Never, what is something they would never do?

He’d never be violent towards you or around you. I know this seems like bottom of the ladder, super basic. But when he pledges his heart to you, he means to protect you. That includes from any anger he may feel in a moment regardless of who is the cause. He doesn’t want to scare you (not unless it’s a harmless prank or halloween) and he never wants you to feel unsafe around him. So punching walls or anything? That’s something you’ll never be around to see, if and when it happens.

O-Opportunity, do you two still get the opportunity to be intimate with one another?

Heck yes! It’s an important part of your relationship. Even if it’s not the *bow chicka bow wow* level of intimacy, being physical with hugs and being able to be vulnerable with one another is important. 

He doesn’t seem like the type to be vulnerable with others, does he? But it’s only because he’s not quick to trust others or show his true emotions. With you, he’s willing if you are. At least once a week y’all will be together and talk and vent or anything that you need to do. 

P-Pet names, what pet names do you two give each other?

He calls you sun/starshine, sweetpea, sweetheart, baby, babycakes, darlin’. Sometimes just to tease and sometimes because he just thinks it’s cute.

You are free to call him whatever you want, he’ll answer to them all. Not a ounce of embarrassment from him, wears these names like a badge of honor ;)

Q-Quiet, do you two keep quiet about your marriage? Or do you always brag about one another?

Xiggy’s actually pretty quiet. He’s not over the top about being married to total strangers. But to friends and you especially, he’ll let y’all know that you’re his better half. He counts himself lucky to have married you, and he’ll rub it in that he was the one that you chose to spend your life with. 

He’ll usually ask his friends if they’re jealous that you two are so happy.

R-Romance, how do you two keep your romance alive?

Date night is a regular occurrence (it’s a good way to keep romance alive! did you know that dating (this goes along with communication!) is a great way to have a successful relationship? Because y’all continually get to know each other it keeps things fresh, the same way dating new people does)

S-Selfie, would they take multiple pictures of you? Would they save them on their phone?

Only if you’re snoring or doing something embarrassing. It’s your job to take the nice selfies and send it to him. His favorites are still the silly pictures you find embarrassing. He thinks they’re endearing.

T-Teenagers, do you still act like teens when you’re older?

Xig? Yes, Absolutely. His sassy attitude doesn’t fade with time. And one of his favorite things is to tease every now and again, a little pinch on the bum, or a joke about the neighbors will always be a regular occurrence. 

U-Unrelenting, what hasn’t stopped since you two got married?

Playful teasing of course! He’s kind of a jokey guy, that’ll never go away. It’s part of what made you fall for him (or so he says) and it’s here to stay. 

Also casual dates every now and again. He probably won’t bring you flowers that he didn’t pick out of the neighbor’s yard or a park but he will take you out on the town, maybe have an ice cream or get a snack. 

V-Valentine’s Day, what plans do you two make?

A mess! Chocolate fondue seems like a good idea, until you realize you didn’t follow the recipe right, or burnt the chocolate. Shoulda just got the fondue pot, sheesh! but it was fun nonetheless! He got some chocolate on his nose (you probably put it there on purpose) and kissed it off, he smeared some chocolate on your face (DEFINITELY on purpose) and licked it off. And then that led into [redacted because this isn’t THAT kind of blog]

W-Wedding, what was your wedding like?

This is up to you! All he asks is that he’s allowed some alcohol. You want a small affair? Maybe just going to sign the marriage certificate in town hall, he’s down. He’d like to go to a bar after and celebrate and drink for a bit with his “spouse”.

Or if you want a big fancy wedding, that’s fine too. If that’s the case, he’d still like some booze available (open bar maybe?) for him to get buzzed on. Not totally drunk, no no no, never! Don’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends and family (Xig? Embarrassing? NEVER! ;) But it’s a joyful occasion he’d like something to toast with. Maybe invite Xehanort, at least to show off a bit. He can play into his schemes while ALSO enjoying being alive.

X-X-Ray, can you two see through each other? Can you see when you’re lying or not?

You know this really depends on the person. If you’re good at reading people, you might be able to piece together what’s going on in his mind, otherwise he’s as much a mystery to you as he is to anyone else. The only difference is if you ask him, he’ll tell you what he’s thinking or let you know it’s nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about. 

He likes to think he can read you, but once again, if you’re someone who’s very secretive maybe he can’t fully tell. But he won’t rub it in your face, either. He might say that it seems there’s something bothering you, or something you’re hiding from him, but he won’t force it out of you. He wants you to feel comfortable to come to him when you need/want it. 

Trust is an important aspect in your relationship and he’ll trust you to come to him when you need it, just like how he’ll trust you to leave him be until he’s ready to share too.

Y-Yearly Tradition, what do you two do every year for your wedding anniversary?

You wanna go out? He’ll take you out. But for him he just wants to spend some time being physically intimate ;) It’s up to you what you wanna do, he’ll give in to your requests, but he’s a simple man. He loves you and he wants to spend that time with you.

Z-Zesty, Give me your own zesty letters!

Enjoys spicy food!

[tekka-dan]

is anybody else being raised with a narcissistic parent?

I wasn’t trying to start an argument. somehow me telling my mom that my brother running away to dallas and being able to return home at the expense of being jobless, broke and gonna play games all day seems unfair but it’s not my concern it’s theirs (my parents) and my mom decided to take that as a personal attack.

she went on to tell me that my workout gear is inappropriate (it’s shorts with a sports bra..) and that I do whatever I want but I have a stable job, income and I only go work out and come home to eat, watch a bit of tv and head to bed but suddenly I’m the worst child..?

she then went on to tell me I’m jealous of my brother because he takes chances and if he fails then that’s fine. except taking chances is getting fired from four consecutive jobs, running away to random cities with random people from online only to return to his comfortable home where my parents don’t demand anything from him, he can play his game all day while they cook, clean and look for jobs for him..(yeah my brother is 21 and my mom is the one whose applied for every job he HAS had.. that he gets fired from) in fact he hasn’t even bothered to use the Indeed account, my mom is the one responding to all the shit he gets..isn’t that..weird to some of y’all?

anyway. I simply said “well I don’t have anymore sympathy for him. when he gets home he can do what he was doing before. smoke, play his game”

“Let’s not try and act like you’re not at fault here too.”

“What am I doing? I once stayed at a friends house overnight and I came home to you and dad trying to kick me out. Kj sits in his room and smokes all day and neither of you say anything? I just remember being younger than him and doing very mild things and getting treated like the world was ending. He doesn’t have consequences..he’s never had to work for anything.”

“You’re just a spoiled, jealous brat and you can’t be like your brother so you want to blame everything on him.” This is the part where I stopped listening. Everything was a personal attack to her. I wasn’t bad mouthing my brother, I was stating the obvious. He’s the youngest, spoiled and favorite. I no longer feel contempt for that.

I’m mostly annoyed she comes to me complaining that he ran off without a word and that she’s worried where he’s at and he won’t contact her, so she asks me. But when I tell her he’s fine because he can drop everything and still come home like nothing happened, there’s not a reason he wouldn’t return..he has no consequences. Suddenly though I’m projecting and jealous?

I stopped feeling pity for my brother when he let a man stay in our house who my parents never met (because my brother met him online) and for six months that stranger was under our roof. However two years prior I stayed at a friends house and I came home rather late but I knew I had work at 6am so I hurried home, made it through the door at midnight and I see my stuff in boxes. My parents told me if I wanted to act out then I could get out of their house. I was 17, working full time and I came home late that one time. On top of that I still got my ass up for work the same morning because I was raised to be responsible.

Whereas my brother called in sick to his jobs and stayed home playing games, burned through money and my mom gave her the last of her cash for him to never offer to pay back. My dad charged me interest when I borrowed money. That’s why I haven’t asked since I got my first job at 16 but my brother? Never once have they done that.

I understand he’s the favorite child, I understand that more than anything. In school they attended all his events but my parents were too busy for mine. I attended therapy for that pain and for the most part I am healed.

But now I’m starting to understand the bigger picture. It’s not that my brother is the favorite, my mother is just narcissistic and she’s jealous of me therefore her favoritism is strictly hatred of seeing me doing better than her, so she makes sure to praise my brother when he does literally..nothing. but when it comes to me she reminds me every chance she gets of my shortcomings, ridiculing me, calling me incapable and stupid.

I just want to know if anyone has any advice how to deal with this? Ignoring her makes her yell louder and become violent. Walking away causes her to throw things like glass. And sitting and not saying anything makes her angrier, to the point where she’s volatile.

So any advice..at all for dealing with this going forward is appreciated.

[oumiyuki]

Shuka Jealousy

Summary: Anju didn’t think Shuka would get jealous for her. She welcomes the change since Shuka is cute when jealous too. 

Pairing: Anju x Shuka (Anshuka)

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Words: 1243

Read me at AO3 too~

Author Notes

AnShuka~ AnShuka~ hehe~ ^w^

May you enjoy~ XD

 “I’m jealous.”

Anju’s entirety twitches and her hold on the script went from relaxed to tense from two words Shuka utters. However, Anju was a professional, so she takes a deep but silent breath and appeared unaffected on the outside; a vast contrast from the inside of her mind.

Oh wow, Shuka really is jealous. She’s jealous. She’s jealous for me? Is she pouting? I want to take a look but my nervousness might show if I turn around now…

“Hm.” Anju hummed, glad that her voice did not give way to a squeak.

Yosh! Act nonchalant…Be cool, Inami… I can do this. Must not show weakness. At least not too soon to Shuka.

Shuka was pouting; her lips jutted up, her slime-like cheeks even more pronounced than usual and most importantly, her eyes never once strayed from the best friend she’s jealous for. “I usually don’t get jealous. But I am. Right now.”

I know… That’s why I’m not ruining it by telling you I like a jealous Shuka.

“Hmm…” Anju fought her growing grin to stay down with much difficulty; the script in her hands long forgotten as she stole sideward glances to Shuka beside her. Taking note of the body language Shuka shows as someone who’s jealous. She could not see all of Shuka’s face from her sitting position, but she loves the way Shuka was facing her – all of Shuka was facing her.

She’s looking my way…

“Anjuuuuu!” Shuka’s hands goes to Anju’s shoulders to shake the sitting girl; desiring the girl’s attention.

“Hm?” Anju could not conceal her true emotions anymore, she didn’t need a mirror to know. But she only gave Shuka a second’s look before turning back to the paper in her hands, whatever those papers were supposed to be.

Jealous Shuka is cute.

“Stop grinning and give me attentioooonnnn~~” Shuka shakes Anju’s shoulders more violently now, she could tell Anju wasn’t really studying the script and she really wants Anju to listen to her properly; that’s not too much to ask right?

Anju laughs as she drops the script beside the chair in the most careful way she can when 70% of her just wanted to free her hands and hold her jealous friend’s waist. “What are you jealous about?”

I can guess it’s my recent play you couldn’t go to…

“I’m not getting enough Anju.” Shuka was tempted to sit on Anju’s lap with how Anju kept grinning up at her; but she somehow managed to stop herself. Puffing her cheeks out instead, “Or all of Anju.”

All of me… Shuka wants all of me…

Anju bites her bottom lip to stop the wide smile that threatened to spread across her face; something she noticed that happens mostly when she’s with Shuka. “Elaborate.”

Anju knows, she knows why Shuka is jealous, but she could not help herself. Just as Shuka says – it isn’t every day or month or year that she’ll get to see Shuka jealous. For her.

Shuka pouts harder, her hands on Anju’s shoulder more a touch than a grip. Anju had half a mind to pinch and caress the shorter girl’s squishy cheeks. “I’m jealous that Nya got to kiss your cheek.”

Ah-

“And you won’t allow me to do it with you.” Shuka pouted more at that.

Ahh…That’s cos we still had songs to perform! There’s no way I’ll stop at a kiss on the cheek---

Anju’s cheeks flare at the memory of the low lighting corridor of the backstage, Shuka’s eyes on her and asking for a chance to peck her cheeks as Ainya did. Anju remembers clearly how she wanted one elsewhere instead of just the cheek so she was quick to reply a no. Recalling it now made Anju want to put some distance between her and her illegally cute friend, so she’s relieved that Shuka does not notice her red face and rambles on.

“And I’m jealous of Suwawa for being able to go to your play when I couldn’t! That’s so unfairrrr. I’m Anju’s Number 1 Fan!!”

I know you are.

Anju chuckles; willing her blush down while thinking back to Suwawa saying hi to her after the play, confidently telling her that Shuka’s going to be so jealous of her. Anju didn’t quite believe it then, but now…now she sees a pouting, upset, jealous Shuka in front of her. Anju grins again.

I should thank Suwawa later.

“Annnnnn..!” The younger girl obviously did not fancy Anju’s teasing grins.

“What is it, Shuka?” Anju’s grin was now a cheeky smile.

“Ahh, you’re so mean!” Shuka huffs and throws her hands up in the air.

Aww, I liked your hand on my shoulders.

Anju’s eyes followed Shuka’s hands before focusing on Shuka’s adorably pouting face again. “Now you know how I feel, huh?”

It’s always been I who’s jealous for you. This is payback.

“Huh? What do you-”

“King hugging you. JimoAi. YouRiko.” Anju counts off her fingers at each reason of her jealousy, observing Shuka’s reaction which was a variant of Shuka pouts, the bottom part of the girl’s cheeks puffed and her hands clenched and shaking as though she’s riding a horse. Weird but cute.

“That was…I explained myself already. Kanako likes to mess around. JimoAi is just us being crazy. And YouRiko is voted by the fans, not me!”

Anju’s smile never waned. She already accepted Shuka’s explanation before this, and throwing in YouRiko was for fun; she didn’t mind the franchise’s pairings, anything for Love Live! Sunshine to be loved by the fans. But since she already started the ball rolling, might as well push Shuka’s buttons a little more. “You should push for ChikaYou more then.”

“I am.” Shuka shakes her head, her subconscious frustration at being unable to get Anju talking to her about something not about jealousy leaking. “I can’t be any more obvious.”

About your love for me? Perhaps.

“Hmmm…” Anju hums thoughtfully.

Sometimes I wonder if I want you to keep being cute and close around me or if I should ask you to keep some distance for when we are on stage…

“Anju isn’t pushing hard enough too.” Shuka tries to get Anju talking more instead of her one-sided defending.

Oh?

Anju stands; loving the way Shuka’s eyes were on her. Anju closes the distance between Shuka and her; loving the way she’s taller which makes Shuka appear to be her prey and herself the predator in this scene. “I prefer privacy.”

Shuka lowers her head; flustered. “I know that…”

Cute.

“I just want Anju to…just want Anju…” Shuka mumbles.

Cute.

Anju places her hands on Shuka’s waist; where she loves it and smiles gently. “Not going anywhere, Shuka. Come ‘ere.”

Anju steps closer and hugs Shuka tightly; the smaller girl relaxing against Anju’s shoulders.

Saitou Shuka is cute. Super cute.

“It’s weird being jealous.” Shuka mumbles against Anju’s shoulder.

Anju’s body vibrated in a short chuckle. “I think it’s normal to be jealous.”

And you’re still cute when jealous. You should be jealous more…for me, of course.

“Mm… Just cos I don’t get jealous much does not mean I don’t love you, Anju.” Shuka moves her head, rubbing her cheeks on Anju’s shoulder for a period before pulling away to properly look into Anju’s eyes; wanting to convey her seriousness.

Anju smiles; she finds herself doing that a lot when with Shuka – genuine and natural and comfortable. “I know that.”

I love you too, Shuka.

Author Notes

Heyyyyyyy~ XD

I wanted to write this from the moment I watched the niconama which somewhat addressed the case of Ainya-ojisan pecking our dear Anju’s cheek during the live. hahas. XD Shuka jealousy is so apparent. Gosh! *w*

So~ I finally did. XD

I focused more on Anju loving Shuka’s jealousy but I wanted to have Shuka finding out why Anju didn’t let her kiss her (on the cheek) too. :P maybe another story. XD hehe~

And yes, Suwawa totally went to Anju’s play on purpose. Helping invoke more jealousy in Shuka for this to happen. XD hahas.

Anyways~ I hope y’all enjoyed the read! :’D

Leave me a comment if you like! ^w^ Any other AnShuka moments~? Or headcanons~? ;D Anything makes me happy~ :D

See you next story! :D Yousoro~ o7

P.S. Oh my gosh, I just realized I didn’t add a kiss here. OwO! –nervous chuckle and slowly backs away- M-Maybe next story!

[ladynonsense]

One Night in the City (TRR AU) Part 6: Restless

Liam x Olivia, Drake x MC (Riley)

OK, so, originally this series was truly just going to be about a single night, but y’all are asking me what happens next and these characters just have to go the fuck to sleep already 😂 so this chapter is kind of a transition from that one night to the story back in Cordonia. My apologies if this is moving too slow...feel free to send me constructive criticism people, I’m new to this!

I’m just gonna post this before I continue overthinking it...

Parts 1-5: One Two Three Four Five

This is an AU series where Maxwell never took Riley back to Cordonia (also Constantine died because I hate him so there was no fuckery with threats and blackmail towards poor Olivia). Liam and Liv are getting married, Riley and Drake are drawn to each other, and now Drake wants to (finally!) bring her back to court with him...

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Drake paced the hallway outside his shared hotel room, unable to sleep. Conversations he didn't want to have were running through his mind, over and over, never going the way he wanted them to...

He wished he'd stayed by Riley's side, instead of sending her back to her apartment one last time while he headed to the hotel. When he was with her it was all giddy excitement and heat, all their fears temporarily canceled out by anticipation and longing. The longer he was alone with his thoughts, and, if he was being honest, the less alcohol was coursing through his veins, the more apprehensive he felt, until he felt a heavy knot of anxiety in his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Lost in thought, he was startled when a firm hand grasped his shoulder. "Should I be concerned about your agitated pacing outside His Royal Highness's suite?" It was Bastien, his face calm and sympathetic, his hand lingering on his shoulder, as if to offer comfort.

Drake's face went hot with shame, and then relaxed a little, glad that it was an old friend to notice his bizarre behavior and not another, more hot-headed member of the king's guard. "Good morning, Bastien. Didn't realize I'd wandered so close to Liam's room. Sorry if I caused any alarm."

"None at all," he replied, patting his shoulder again before releasing his grip, "but I wouldn't recommend making a habit of it. You look like you're looking for a fight. And like you haven't slept in days."

He clenched his jaw in frustration. "I'm looking specifically not to fight with Liam, but I'm a little concerned that he might hit me, if I'm being honest." He laughed nervously.

"Well, in my personal and professional opinion, you've got nothing to worry about. Even at his most hot-headed, I've never known the king to be the violent or impulsive sort."

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. I'm getting all worked up about nothing. I do need to speak with him, though. Is he around?"

Bastien quickly assessed his surroundings to ensure none of the other members of the King's Guard were in earshot. "No, he's not here. But he's not far, and I think you can guess where to find him. Although if you're worried about getting in a fight, you may want to be more concerned about his companion."

Drake nodded. "Thank you. I'm going to go pay a visit and get this over with." He pulled out his phone and texted Liam, warning him that he was about to drop in on them at this early hour. He worried he might actually vomit if he walked in on Liam and Olivia naked in bed together. His phone dinged with Liam's response just as he reached Olivia's room and knocked softly.

The door opened immediately on Liam, already dressed in one of his "casual" suits, looking like he just stepped out of a magazine. "There he is! Come on in, Drake. You look like shit!"

"Uh...thanks?" Liam smiled and opened the door enough for him to walk through. The room was in disarray: wine bottles and glasses tipped over on the table, sheets and blankets strewn about the floor, like the night before had been utter chaos. He winced at the thought of his two friends having been wild and reckless with each other the night before, passing out atop a bare bed, nude and sweating. Stop picturing it, idiot.

Olivia, on the other hand, looked flawless and put-together, in a simple but elegant sheath dress with a matching deep red blazer. Standing there with the picture-perfect couple of the hour, he felt badly out of place. "Your shirt is ripped," Liam noted, looking him over. "Rough night?"

"Actually...great night. But not a lot of sleep. Damn, I like this shirt."

"You shouldn't," Olivia interjected, never one to miss an opportunity to be insulting. He shot her an angry look but didn't bother to respond.

"Well? What did you get up to?" Liam prodded, trying to assess why Drake had shown up here in the first place.

"Well, I...went on a date, you could say." Olivia let out a sharp laugh. Liam looked slightly nervous, but forced a smile.

"A date! Who's the lucky lady?" He really did look stressed; Drake realized this may be a conversation that Liam wouldn't want to have in front of Olivia, but there was no going back now. He chose his words carefully to avoid giving too much away.

"I know this sounds silly, but I ended up hanging out with the waitress that was serving us last night. It turned out we had a lot in common. In fact..." Liam looked stunned, but also somewhat relieved that his own connection to the waitress hadn't been revealed, "...I'd like her to be my date to the royal wedding."

Olivia completely lost composure, letting out a long, loud cackle that left tears in her eyes. "You want to bring a waitress, an American waitress, that you met eight hours ago, all the way to Cordonia to attend the royal wedding? Are things truly this bleak on the dating scene for Drake Walker?" she produced a handkerchief and gently dabbed the tears from her eyes, still chuckling. Drake took a deep breath, trying not to let her get under his skin.

"I think it's romantic," Liam said, a sad smile on his face. "Love at first sight." He looked at the floor and frowned as the three of them settled into an awkward silence.

"So, um, she's on her way here, and she'll need to fly back with us. And she'll need somewhere to stay for the next couple of weeks until the wedding. And possibly...longer."

"Wow, so you've got a really solid plan here, clearly." Olivia's sarcasm was unwelcome and annoyingly on-point...he truly did not know what the hell he was doing, but it felt important. He wasn't going to let Olivia shame him into giving up. Not this time.

Liam scratched his head, his brow furrowed in thought. "That shouldn't be a problem. I'll call ahead and let the flight crew know there will be one more joining us. But Drake -- are you sure about this? Is she sure about this? Surely she can't just up and leave her life here to run off to Cordonia?" The pain was showing in his face, and Drake felt a deep pit form in his stomach as he realized Liam's reason for turning his back so completely on Riley wasn't that he didn't want her - it was because he didn't think she would want to leave. And he had been wrong.

He hesitated a moment, but decided there was no good option other than being truthful. "She asked me, Liam. She begged me to take her to Cordonia." Liam just nodded in response, clearly wounded. For all his time spent running through this conversation in his head, Drake had somehow missed this. He figured Liam would be angry and jealous but unable to act on it, but hadn't realized just how unfair this must feel to him. Had he really entertained the idea, for even a moment, that he would marry someone other than his arranged suitors?

Another thought formed at the edges of his thoughts, slowly clouding his mind. Had she asked him, too? Had he refused her? He couldn't find the answer in Liam's face, his expression now neutral and tightly controlled. Drake watched as the king transformed back into the perfect diplomat, the corners of his mouth turning up into a polite smile, his voice deep and steady and strong when he replied. "Well, I look forward to getting to know the woman who has stolen Drake Walker's heart. We will extend her every hospitality as a guest of my treasured friend."

Olivia scoffed. "Are you kidding me? Do you have any idea how many people will be travelling to attend our wedding, and you're going to waste resources on hosting Drake's plaything?"

"I wouldn't describe a person as a plaything, my love, and yes, this is the least I can do after a lifetime of support and loyalty from my closest friend." He moved across the room to Olivia and lifted her hand to his lips, placing a chaste kiss against her skin. Her scowl softened into a half-smile, and to Drake's surprise, she let the issue drop. Liam gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, then turned back to Drake. "Let's head out, shall we? I'll need to head back to my own suite briefly before we head to the airport. See you again shortly, Lady Olivia."

The two of them walked back to Liam's suite in silence, neither of them attempting to meet the other's gaze. It wasn't until they were back in his hotel room - which Drake noted was at least four times the size of the one he was sharing with Maxwell - that Liam spun around to look Drake in the eye. "What the hell are you doing? Are you insane? Of all the women you could go after..."

Drake frowned and grabbed a chair, suddenly feeling the weight of his sleeplessness in his entire body. "I can't defend myself, Liam. I certainly didn't plan this. I went to talk to her last night, because she was upset - because of you - and before I knew it she was in my arms, asking me to take her back to Cordonia with me." He winced at his own honesty, feeling guilty as the words came out. "I know you liked her, Liam, but goddammit...you knew how I felt about Olivia, and it didn't stop you from proposing."

Liam's face fell. "My options were so limited, Drake, I wasn't only choosing for myself..."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'm not angry, not really. But just let me have this one, Liam. You know she's not just any woman. For once I feel like I can just be myself around somebody."

"I already said yes. I meant it. But I have to know that you're being genuine here. Especially since it may cause some scandal if she ends up jilted and talking to the press."

"I understand. Believe me, I am more concerned about treating her respectfully than anyone."

Liam smiled and pulled Drake into a warm embrace. "I'm glad to hear that. Good luck, my friend. I mean it."

"Thank you. I'm actually...excited." He got a glimpse of himself in a mirror over the fireplace. "Oh, hell, I have to go clean myself up before she arrives. I'll see you at the airport."

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Riley woke up at 6am in full panic mode. She'd made it home only 3 hours earlier, walking on air after Drake had walked her to her door and left her with an enticing, lingering kiss before leaving her to return to his hotel. She'd convinced herself she could just pack when she woke up, and drifted off into a deep sleep. Now it was go time and she realized she couldn't possibly get herself ready in time.

She frantically pulled every item of clothing out of the antique trunk that doubled as her storage and her only chair, searching for something that looked expensive without looking overly dressy. There was nothing; it all looked cheap and tacky when she tried to see it through the eyes of Lady Hana, or the critical Duke Ramsford or, god help her, the Duchess Olivia. She picked up her simple green dress, her absolute favourite, remembering the goofy reactions of the men at Liam's bachelor party when she'd changed into it. She smiled, remembering the look on Drake's face that night. At least he'll think I look good, she thought, slipping it on and smoothing out the wrinkles as best she could.

The rest of the items were tucked back into the trunk, the only thing she owned that could be considered "luggage." She scribbled out a letter giving notice to her landlord and tucked it into an envelope along with some cash for one more month's rent, tossing it on the kitchen counter as she walked out. Dragging the small trunk behind her, she walked out on her own life for good.

------

Drake moved his agitated pacing to the front lobby of the hotel, circling his own small pile of luggage like a shark. Each time a taxi pulled up in front of the building he paused and watched intently, his heart racing. Finally, it happened: Riley emerged from the backseat of a taxi and his heart leapt, realizing she was actually going to follow through with this. Her long dark hair was still damp and piled into a loose bun on top of her head, as if she'd just woken up and rushed out in a hurry. He had the sudden strange urge to touch it, to feel the dampness against his face as he held her, to let her hair down and tangle his fingers in it.

As she walked around to the side of the car closest to him, he saw what she was wearing. The simple and sexy emerald green dress that had floored him on the first night he met her; it looked just as great now as it had then. She glanced in his direction and caught him staring, rewarding him with a beaming smile that snapped him out of his own thoughts. He rushed outside to help her unload her luggage and paid the cab driver for her.

"You didn't have to do that," she said, frowning.

"Don't sweat it. I need to blow the rest of my American cash before we fly out, anyway." He caught himself staring again, and looked at the floor. "So uh...we're really doing this? You're really here?"

"I'm here," she answered with a smile, but sounding a little nervous herself. "We're still good? You arranged everything?"

"That I did. Actually, we need to be heading to the airport right now. Got your passport?"

She looked in her purse and pulled out her passport. "That I do! Glad this is finally getting some use."

"Ever been on a private jet before?"

She laughed. "Uh, no. Dear lord. I can't believe you tried to tell me you're not rich."

"I'm not rich, I just have my every need and luxury catered to by the King of Cordonia. Get it straight, woman." He winked and offered his arm to her, smiling as she took it and leaned into him affectionately.

Within minutes, Hana, Maxwell and Bertrand stepped out of the main elevator into the lobby. "Riley!" Maxwell exclaimed, running up to wrap her in a hug. "I'm so glad you're coming back with us! You're going to love Cordonia, it's beautiful this time of year."

"I'm so excited! You guys are going to have to show me all the sights."

"I'm sure we'll all be very busy with preparations for the royal wedding, Miss Riley," Bertrand answered with a scowl.

"Don't mind him," Hana interjected. "We'll have plenty of opportunities to show you around. If Bertrand and Maxwell are too busy back at Ramsford, I'd be happy to keep you company."

"Thank you Hana," Riley beamed, "that sounds wonderful."

"Well, that's all of us," Drake said, grabbing his bags to wheel out to the curb. "Limo's waiting, we should get going before Olivia convinces the plane to leave without us."

[dvddggs]

To the Four of Us (Part Thirteen)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things. 

words: 2,328

warnings: swearin and i think that’s it tbh

a/n: i had this chapter planned out as fluff in my head but where’s the fun in that tbh lol enjoy

all chapters: x

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soundtrack song: Coffee Shop Soundtrack - All Time Low

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Alexander ended up spending the night in John’s bed. And the next night. And the one after that. Lafayette knew because he could hear them fucking until 2 o’clock in the morning all week long. He didn’t understand why they always needed to be in John’s room.

“Listen,” Lafayette told them one morning. “I understand that you need to ‘make up for lost time’ or whatever, but can’t you do it in Alex’s room once in awhile? I can’t sleep. And listening to your bed frame smack against the wall for hours is, in a word, disturbing.”

John just laughed, kissing Alex on the cheek.

“Hercules told us that if we even think about banging in my room he’ll beat me up,” Alexander said matter-of-factly. “And honestly I wouldn’t put it past him. So, no. Sorry, Laf.”

Lafayette scowled and stomped back into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Oh well,” John laughed. “He’ll be fine.”

“No I won’t,” Lafayette yelled back.

It was finally Friday and the guys couldn’t have been more relieved. It had been the longest week of their lives. They’d been planning their Friday night outing since the middle of the week and, as much as it made Alexander feel guilty to admit it, he was glad to not be stuck in his room for Movie night Fridays anymore. John was a bit more free-spirited than Thomas was, so they both planned on getting hammered that night.

It wasn’t until he got to class that he remembered he and Thomas were in the same ones on Fridays. He sat down at the front of the lecture hall, as far away from their usual spot as he could manage. He didn’t look up once for fear of catching Thomas’s eye, but was relieved to find that the spot beside him had been filled so that he wouldn’t have to—

“Hamilton.”

Alexander froze. He didn’t recognize the voice of the person sitting beside him, but he didn’t sound happy.

Looking up, he instantly recognized the guy as Thomas’s friend.

“Hey,” Alexander began slowly. “You’re James, right?”

James nodded without breaking eye contact.

“Listen,” he said. “You really hurt Thomas. I mean, shit. I’ve never seen him like this. He wouldn’t even come to class today. You need to at least talk to him. I don’t want to start anything—really, I don’t—but he didn’t do anything wrong. Who knows, maybe you guys can work it out, right? I mean, it was just one kiss.”

Alexander bit his lip, a wave of guilt overtaking him.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It was just one kiss.”

As the day went on, Alexander pushed the conversation with James out of his head. He was going out with his friends that night and was determined to enjoy it. He could worry about Thomas on Saturday.

Alexander’s professor dismissed his last class of the day five minutes early and it took all of his willpower to not sprint back to his room to get ready to go out. It had been the longest and most dramatic week of his life and all he wanted to do was get drunk, make out with John, and forget about all of the problems he hadn’t yet dealt with.

Dropping his backpack unceremoniously to the floor, he pulled his hair out of the bun it was in and shook his head to loosen it. He was in the middle of changing from his sweats to jeans when John barged in the door, followed by Lafayette and Hercules.

John bit his lip, smirking at Alexander’s boxers. “Okay,” he murmured. “Y’all are gonna have to leave before I tear those off him.”

“You’re nasty,” Hercules sighed, padding across the floor to his room, Lafayette in tow.

“Oui. Whatever you do, hurry the fuck up, because I wanna go get my drink on!”

As they left, Alexander could hear Hercules grumble something about how only middle-aged wine moms say, “get my drink on,” and Lafayette cursing out John for teaching him that phrase.

They sat on Hercules’s bed and tried to drown out the sound of their best friends fucking in the middle of the afternoon by watching Netflix at full volume. It was working, quite successfully, until they heard a particularly loud moan from through the walls.

“That was John,” Lafayette mumbled.

“No way,” Hercules replied. “It was definitely Alex.”  

They were interrupted by a particularly violent yelp, after which Laf yelled, “WE GET IT. YOU’RE HAVING SEX. SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

Hercules cracked up and held out his hand for Laf to shake. “Ten bucks says both of those were Alex.”

“You’re on.”

Ten more minutes passed before the godawful sex noises subsided and John and Alexander burst into Hercules’s room looking dishevelled. Alexander was buttoning his plaid shirt, chest rising and falling rapidly, and John was tying his wild mane of hair back.

“You should leave it down,” Alexander said. “It looks hot.”

Lafayette suppressed a snicker into his palm—the only reason Alexander thought that was because it was John’s sex hair. Laf had seen it countless mornings after John had kicked his catch of the day out of his bed. And it wasn’t hot. 

“So whose moans were those at the end there?” Hercules asked, trying not to laugh. John instantly broke into hysterics and Alexander turned bright red. “Told you.”

“Merde,” Lafayette muttered, passing Hercules a ten dollar bill.

“This is why we use your room,” Alexander said to John. “Are you guys ready to go?”

John shrugged and tangled his fingers in Alexander’s. Herc and Laf followed them out the door and they headed downtown to a house party that they’d heard about. They huddled together for warmth as they walked, Alexander and John in the middle of the pack.

“Watch this,” John whispered to Alex, cocking his head at his roommate as they strolled down the sidewalk. “Hey, Laf.”

“Yes?”

“I think you’ve got a bit of up-dog on your shoulder, there.”

“What—what’s up-dog?”

Everyone started cracking up, except poor Lafayette who looked between the three of them, confused as hell. When Laf made eye contact with John, John physically stopped walking and doubled over to catch his breath because of how hard he was laughing.

“Oh my god, Laf,” he wheezed between fits of laughter. “I love you so much. You’re so pure.”

John wiped tears of laughter from his eyes and took Alexander’s outstretched hand.

“I still don’t understand,” Laf mumbled, forcing another fit of laughter from his friends.

Unlike usual, once they got to the party the four of them stuck together. It had been so long since they’d all been out at the same time that they were all acting clingy.

John and Alexander were practically wrapped around each other, and had been for the entire night. Every time John pulled away to get another drink or talk to a friend, Alexander would pull him back into his arms as soon as was humanly possible and kiss him like he hadn’t seen him in months.

“Stopppp,” Lafayette slurred, wine drunk.

“Why, Sugar?” John asked, his southern drawl exaggerated in his drunken state. “You jealous?”

John leaned over and kissed Lafayette sloppily on the cheek, which he wiped off hastily and went to go and find Hercules.

“His loss,” Alexander muttered to John, who smiled and kissed him deeply.

They migrated to the centre of the living room and began dancing together.  Alexander made eye contact with John and he broke into a grin. Getting drunk had worked—John was the only thing on his mind and he was absolutely bursting with happiness.

John locked his fingers behind Alexander’s neck as they turned in slow-paced circles which directly opposed the upbeat club music that was playing, but he didn’t care. Part of him felt crazy for being this happy about the cheesy slow dance with his best friend but another, larger part felt ecstatic. He was filled-to-the-brim, overflowing, almost sickeningly happy. Beaming, he leaned in and kissed Alex on the cheek.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Alexander pulled back, confused. “For what?”

John shrugged. “I dunno. Just…thank you.”

Alexander grinned, but it almost immediately faltered and turned into a look of shock.

“What?” John asked, surprised.

Alexander dropped his contact with John and turned around to face out the window.

“Nothing. Just—there we go—no…it’s nothing.”

John raised an eyebrow as Alexander shook his hair forward to cover his face. Why was he acting so weird all of a sudden?

“Lex,” John pressed. “What is it?”

Alexander simply shook his head, lips pressed tightly together. John furrowed his brow as Hercules came rushing over, Maria in tow. She seemed to be his regular party hookup, but they were all surprised it hadn’t yet become more.

“Alex,” he said quickly. “Did you see—”

Alexander shook his head warningly, but his eyes gave him away as they flashed in the direction of the mood change. John turned around and saw the back of someone who could only be Thomas Jefferson.

“It’s fine,” Alexander said quickly.

“Are you—oh, hi, Maria—are you going to talk to him?” Laf asked as he joined the discussion circle.

Alexander shrugged and glanced at John. He hadn’t told him what James said in class earlier that day about it only being one kiss and about Alexander and Thomas working it out. He knew this probably wouldn’t end well, but—hey—there was going to be a confrontation at some point and what better time than with a bit of liquid confidence in his system, right?

“Thomas,” Alexander said as he walked purposefully towards his ex, who towered over him.

“Oh, Alexander.”

“Listen,” Alexander began. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but I’m really sorry for the way things ended earlier. I never wanted to hurt you.”
 To his intense surprise, Thomas smiled a bit.

“You know what,” he replied. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot and it’s okay. I mean, it was just a kiss, right? I kind of overreacted. I mean, I’m over it.”

John watched the two converse from afar, unable to hear what they were saying. He noticed that Lafayette held a hand on his shoulder while they watched Thomas laugh at whatever Alexander was saying.

Then, without so much as a warning, Thomas bent down and slowly and tenderly kissed Alexander’s cheek. John’s jaw dropped and Lafayette’s grip on his shoulder tightened as he subconsciously began to walk towards the scene. Why was Thomas kissing Alexander if he knew he was with John?

There was only one explanation that made sense in John’s head: Thomas didn’t know.

“Oh, hell no,” John muttered as Hercules assisted Lafayette by placing a hand on John’s other shoulder.

They watched as Thomas ended the kiss, shifting back to look at Alexander. And the longer he looked, the worse things seemed to get. Then John remembered: the hickeys on Alexander’s jaw. Thomas’s face twisted from a contented expression to one of pain to one of intense anger. John, Lafayette, and Hercules watched as Thomas gestured angrily to Alexander’s jawline then to John. As his voice rose, they could make out snippets of what he was saying.

“Goddammit, do you know how fucking embarrassing this is for me?…You’re a fucking asshole…We haven’t even been apart for a week…whore…fucking John? Already?…fuck off…”

They watched as Thomas’s friend James flew to his side, apologizing profusely for something. He was also berating Alexander, who stood by expressionless.

“Fuck, guys, let me go!” John said, breaking free of his friends’ grasp and rushing to Alexander’s side just in case. Things were heating up pretty fast and he wasn’t exactly sure how Alex would hold up in a fight.

“Oh, and here comes the dirty little mistress now,” Thomas spat, gesturing towards John. “Do you have any shame whatsoever, or are you just that thirsty?”

“Thomas, leave John the fuck out of this,” Alexander muttered defensively.

“It’s fine, Lex,” John said without taking his eyes off of Thomas. “He’s drunk as hell.”

“Fuck you,” Thomas said to no one in particular.

“Come on, Thomas,” James said quietly, tugging on his jacket. “Let’s just go.”

Thomas jerked away from his friend and continued to glare at Alexander and John, eyes filled with anger.

Before John could turn and pull Alexander away from the confrontation, Alexander stepped forward and looked up so he was as close to Thomas’s face as he could get.

“In case you forgot,” Alexander growled. “You dumped me. I didn’t ask for that, Thomas. I told you the truth because I made a mistake and I didn’t want you to find out another way. You made the choice to end it. Not me.”

And then everything happened at once. Thomas’s fist was in the air and he punched Alexander square in the jaw—right where John’s hickeys were—and Alexander fell past John onto the ground gasping in pain and John cried out as Hercules and Lafayette sprinted across the room, kneeling to the ground at his side.

Alexander’s eyes fluttered as he saw stars, dizzy with what was surely the most intense pain he’d ever felt. He vaguely noticed that he was falling as the room silenced around him. He heard Thomas, as if through a tunnel, say, “Add that to your little collection of bruises,” before he walked away. He registered that he was on the floor when Lafayette and Hercules surrounded him, closely followed by John and the rest of the people in the house. His vision went spotty as he felt Lafayette gently lift his head and place it in his lap. He heard someone say, “He needs an ambulance,” and John say, “Oh my god, Alex,” and Hercules say, “He’s going to pass out,” before everything around him went black and the pain subsided.