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momo-ceros · 1 year

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the convenience store at the corner || ken ryuguji/reader

summary; there is a small konbini on the way to musashi shrine that belongs to your grandmother. forced to help out, at least there are cute boys to look at. one in particular

tags; sfw, reader is a year older than draken, draken is a simp, teenage boys being teenage boys

author’s note; momo writing something in the holy year of 2023? impossible. i wanna start writing more i think so feel free to send in requests.

You were working at a small shop owned by your grandmother after school, which just so happened to lay on the path between his and Mikey‘s school and Musashi Shrine. Despite their rowdy reputation, you always greeted them with a kind smile but also did not shy away from using a sterner tone, particularly when Mikey made grabby hands at the Takoyaki behind the counter.

His crush on you made him feel ridiculous. He was the fearsome vice president of the Tokyo Manji Gang yet uttering more than a ‚hello‘ and ‚thank you‘ towards you seemed like an impossible task. He rather take on entire gangs all himself before you knew.

How unfortunate that you did. Whatever made teenage boys think they were slick about their crushes, you didn‘t know but you wish you had that kind of self confidence in other matters. You weren‘t blind, of course you saw the way the tip of his ears flushed in a deep red when he came to the counter. Honestly, it was kind of endearing.

You didn‘t know a whole lot about him, not more than what was told on the streets. You were a year older than him, he was some high ranking member in the teenage toddler group that were delinquent gangs and certainly seemed to be the most mature. Certainly more than his little friend who seemed to love drawing dick on the review notepad meant for customers. You were certain that Draken was 99% of his impulse control.

‚Draken‘ you had heard his friends call him on numerous occasions. That and ‚Ken-chin‘, but he did not seem to appreciate that nickname too much, judging my his reaction.

‘He was sorta cute’, you concluded as you sat behind the counter, your eyes following him, as him and his friends made their way through the store, laughing and joking around.

“They are still 150¥”, you chastised in a monotone voice, looking up from your magazine as Mikey flinched and moved his hand back from the pastries in front of the store.

“But we are regulars!”, he complained loudly pouting.

“No. He is a regular”, you said, pointing at Draken, who immediately flushed faintly, trying to keep his posture, “he is a regular. You have never payed for a single thing in your life here.”

Mikey grumbled, unable to deny the fact that Draken brought everything here anyway while he just picked what he wanted to have.

“Fine. Since I am unwanted here I am going to leave”, he said, leaving Draken alone to pay for their snacks with you.

“Sorry about him”, Draken apologised, rubbing his neck nervously as he placed the items on the counter.

You started to scan the items, taking your sweet time.

“Its fine. I’ve gotten used to it. Must be annoying for you to always be on baby sitting duty.”

“He can be annoying. Real annoying. But imma still follow him”, Draken said earnestly.

“How unfortunate”, you hummed, a glint of humour in eyes as you grabbed a milk bun.

“I didn’t-“

“Free of charge. For being a loyal costumer”, you said, winking at him.

Draken gulped and dropped the sweaty yen coins onto the table.

“Thank you. I am sure he will appreciate it.”

You mulled over the thought that just came for you before shrugging. Might as well go for it.

“One more thing”, you said as you rang up his change and scribbled something on a piece of paper before handing both to him.

Draken stared in confusion at the string of random numbers.

“Uh… thanks?”

You leaned forward, resting your head on your hands.

“Thats my number, dragon boy. Free of charge. Give me a ring sometime”, you teased with a wink.

A deep, scarlet blush spread across his cheeks as Draken stuttered out a thank you before speedwalking out of the store, pushing instead of pulling the door, quickly rejoining his friends. How fun.

You watched him stumble, rejoining the group of his friends who, upon hearing the recent development, cheered for him. Boys. It was kind of adorable actually.

You stretched, staring at the clock. 2 more hours. Maybe you would close your shift and the shop to a message.

#;momo’s writing #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #draken x reader #draken x you #draken x y/n #ken ryuuguji x you #ken ryuguji x y/n #ken ryuguji x you #draken fluff

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therealgchu · 24 days

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Snippet Sunday

today was busy day with chores, taking care of friend's cat, and stream. but, it's still sunday! i made it on time. go me!

thanks for the tag, @fangbangerghoul! i'd have prolly forgotten.

imma doing something different today. i'm putting up a snippet of an original poem i wrote years ago. i've been trying to get back into the habit of writing poetry. bits of poems float through my head all the time. i'd like to publish them somewhere, but i'm not sure where. my understanding is that ao3 isn't the right place. if anyone has any ideas, besides tumblr, LMK.

so, here's a bit of poem i wrote a long time ago. some mature themes, but nothing explicit? metaphors are fun.

...amber eyes, the color of a winter fire slowly eating away at the logs like they were the most delicious pussy they’d ever tasted

I listen to the wind rustle the leaves of the big oak tree outside your window drinking in the taste of your kisses and the scent of your heated skin

I taste the salt and the burning on my tongue as my chest feels as if it’s made of helium to float up like a demented balloon but the demons are still there stomping their little feet to get my attention

I thought the salt was from sweat but I’m under the bed again waiting for the hand to strike and claw to drag me into the darkness where I’ll never leave...

(I walk up to the priest "this is my body this is my blood" my tiny hands out cupped like a baby bird’s mouth and i see blood and flesh coming apart between my legs "What did i do wrong this time?"

waking silently trying to be invisible choosing my words like choosing a diamond thinking they are the hardest things to protect me from shattering with the next blow)

#snippet #snippet sunday #original work #poem #poetry #original poetry #therealgchu writes #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr

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iamamythologicalcreature · 8 months

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Trope Grading

Yeah, I know, I'm super late to this party. I love getting tagged in these, though, even if it takes me ages and ages to actually join in! So thank you to @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for the tags!

Okay, Imma do this thing.

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 - don't care either way

+10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it's a hard no and you'd never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you'd insta click out of the fic if it wasn't tagged

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it's conditional.

Age gap: -3

It really depends on the age gap, but some of the larger age gaps do kind of put me off. I'll still read the fic if there are other elements that really intrigue me, but I'll probably try to pretend that there isn't a two decade gap between the two (usually) lovers. That said, there are odd exceptions, like when supernatural stuff gets involved - longevity, immortality, etc. However, even in those cases I really need to see a reason why someone with so much life experience would go for someone of a less than mature age. It's doable, but it takes effort. (Vampires are why this is a -3 and not a -8 or something, won't lie.)

Codependency: 0

I'M NOT SURE. IT DEPENDS. *agonized* Okay, not really agonized. There are a lot of codependent relationships that somehow just work in fiction. Some that are even magically healthy lol. But I feel like "Codependency" could be a warning as much as it could be an asset, so it really does depend on how it's treated within the fic for me. That said, there are my ships that are totally codependent, and I refuse to be parted from them XD

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +7

Om nom nom. As with all things, there can be too much of a good thing, and one must recognize that nummy possessivness in fic does not translate necessarily to possessiveness in real life. But honestly, that's true of like all of these LOL I love a (nontoxic) possessive protag. Show me a guy who twitches when someone else eyes his significant other, and then show me that same guy reminding said significant other why he is the one for them in a sweet, sexy way. Ahem. I think beyond jealousy, though, I appreciate how "possessive" can also translate to "protective." Again, see the disclaimer that this isn't real life. In fic, I love it when two people are protective of each other in their unique ways. So basically, I don't like jealousy or possessiveness for the sake of simply having a jealous tantrum. It has to be built into the character, with reasons and depth and all that good stuff. But when that happens? Gimme. (See Snowbaz)

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine, etc): +10

You'd have to work pretty hard to get me to not enjoy this one. It's such a powerful dynamic that one can do so much with.

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +9

Enemies to Lovers is my candy. Especially when combined with the above trope. And maybe the one before that, too. Enemies with benefits can be really fun too, but I'm not really into chemistry-only scenarios (I just don't get it) so I like seeing them catch feelings along the way. By accident. Oops. XD

Friends with benefits: -8

Ummm. Well. Again, I don't really understand the allo chemistry angle, so I usually have to connect with characters on an emotional level to get anything out of any story (romantic or not). I love a well written friendship and I value those relationships highly, but it feels awkward to me for them to get busy. >.> If the friendship grows into something more romantic to complement the physical intimacy, then that works for me.

Sex to feelings: +5

So long as the feelings don't drop in at the end like a deus ex romantica, this is a trope that can be excellent to explore. (Caveat though: I generally don't go for stories that begin with casual hook-ups. I need a more personal and/or solid premise than dumb luck at a dumb bar. Ahem. I may have opinions about the prevalience of that premise in the romance genre.) Character growth through sex can be absolutely beautiful, and I'm usually game to give any fic with this theme a try at least. I love a sexy slow burn, too, where the sexual tension is positively sparking, and all their carefully built emotional defenses are slowly peeled away like so much silk and satin and-- Yeah that. Also. Everyone already knows this, but just in case go read Someone Wicked by @artsyunderstudy for the best possible example of this trope EVAH.

Fake dating/relationship: +10

Why is this so awesome? WHY IS THIS THE BEST? But it is the best. It's just the best. (And actually I could write an essay on why it's the best probably because I think too hard about these things, but you don't really need me to, right?)

Friends to lovers: +2

Okay, had to think about this one. I'm not sure what counts as strictly friends to lovers, tbh. I love angst and pining and hopelessly-in-love-with-him situations. (Of course I do.) So if this includes that, with either one or both of the characters holding back because they don't want to lose what they already have with their friend and OMG THE ANGST then hell yeah, bring it on. But I've also read one too many "and then they fell into bed" situations (where it's just lazy writing, not the good kind), which knocks my rating down a bit. Oh, but I also like how friends to lovers can build over a slow burn fic, where the foundation for a truly awesome relationship starts with something platonic. (Also love a good QPP, though the tension has a completely different tone, and usually is explored in a different way than with romantic stuffs. But yeah, show me two people discovering their bestie for life while defending the kingdom from dragon AI or something.)

Found Family: TOP BILLING

This is the dream. I will never EVER get tired of seeing characters find their families, no matter the shape, size, form, whatever. Show me the power of love comes in so many forms and show me the healing. Show me protagonists finding HOME and I will fucking cry my eyes out every time and love them eternally. Pretty much all my favorite stories, throughout my entire life, have at least some element of this in play.

Hurt/Comfort: Um.... 0?

I had to ask an expert in the field about this one because I legit didn't know what it meant. (la la fanfic newbie la la) Now that I know what it means, I'm sorta like... well. Yeah? I mean. Yeah? Cause I wouldn't much care for hurt/hurt and comfort/comfort is really only fluff, right? IDK maybe I still don't understand it. But I see this tag everywhere, so it's sort of non-impact thing for me. So here's what I like: ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING. Give me the PAAAAIIIIN. And then give me RELIEF when it stops and the good picks up as a reward for all that painful growth. TORTURE MY HEART but then kiss it and make it better at the end. XD If it's that, then fuck yeah +10.

Love Triangle: -8

I used to be into these when they were all over the YA market in the aughts. (I was Team Edward but only because Bella was obviously stupid for him.) Now though, I find them kind of annoying unless they're handled with crazy good clever care. (Seriously though, I've read some really bad ones, bordering on offensive, lately. So I'm not optimistic.) I want a happy ending for the characters I care about, though. That's really hard to do in a love triangle.

Poly, open relationships: +3

I'm monogomous by nature, so that's where my interest tends to lean when looking at romantic set-ups. That said, I've recently read some very sexy reverse harem books that gave the characters some solid emotional connections. So I'm open to it, and will usually take a peek at a fic with this tag. But I really need to be able to believe that the poly set-up is truly best for everyone involved and not something someone is settling for just so they can be with that One Person They Actually Want.

Mistaken/hidden identity: +10

Yeeeeesssss. There is something so delicious about not knowing the exact identity of the person you're falling for. Mystery lover can be extremely sexy, but then it doesn't have to just be a chemistry thing, either. I love the search for the unknown person that inevitably follows, and the mystery solving necessary. Sometimes the scavenger hunt LOL Unexpected usages of this trope get ALL my attention. It's one that pretty much requires a unique premise, so I'm all for it whenever I see it.

Monsterfucking: +10

The hardest ones to love are the ones who need it the most! Also. Cool accessories like wings and horns and fangs and what-have-you. Abso-fucking-lutely.

Pregnancy: Uh. What? 0? Or... -5 mpreg?

Not sure I've actually seen this outside of mpreg (which is usually not my jam). There are exceptions, though, but I'm very picky when it comes to mpreg. As for straight up regular biologically female pregnancy? Uh. I guess? It can be romantic in a way if it builds the relationship and they're taken care of and everything. But I don't think I'd pay special attention to it. (I've written fic where there was a pregnant woman in the story, and there were romantic moments with her husband, but it wasn't the central storyline.)

Second Chance: -10, unless it's Snowbaz

Simon and Baz make it work because the good outweighs the bad. But outside of that, it's a big turn-off for me. I got really burned out on this in the romance genre in novels. Some girl would move back home and run into the farm boy she left behind cause he broke her heart blah blah blah. It got TIRED after awhile. Also, why did they break up? Is that just... not an issue anymore? The only example of this working outside of Snowbaz for me is the movie Sweet Home Alabama. Cause he worked for it.

Slowburn: +9

As if you didn't know already by now LOL I'm almost always here for it. It's also one of my favorite tropes to write. I'm willing to wait for it. I'm willing to watch the simmer in anticipation of the moment it all boils over. Give them time to build something in addition to the chemistry, give them more than just a flash in the pan. (Good gravy the food metaphors here are plentiful.) Don't drag it out unnecessarily, but if there's character growth, REASONS for it, then I will take that journey. But if there isn't a payoff at the end, Imma be mad XD

Soulmates: +5

Okay, look. I just. I just like fated mates, okay? Ahem. I love a good fated mates story. (The best one I read was one where they met, realized they were fated, and then had to awkwardly get to know each other and come to terms with the fact that the universe just decided for them... but also... he's pretty great, must admit... XD) Outside of the "Fated Mates" subcategory, it gets a little less definite. I take other types of soulmate tropes on a case by case basis. I don't like it when it's used as a crutch to get people together (even in fated mates, there's gotta be a process and a reason and all that), but when it's done well it can pack a really powerful punch. It can also break my heart. So I handle with care.

OMG DID I DO IT? Holy cats that was a journey. LOL I know I'm waaaaay behind on this, so if you've already done this and I just missed it, please forgive me (and maybe link me, if you have the time, cause I'm genuinely curious)! No pressure tags: @cutestkilla @whatevertheweather @ileadacharmedlife @alleycat0306 @raenestee @prettygoododds @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @aristocratic-otter @rimeswithpurple @hushed-chorus @anxious-m3ss and anyone else who wants to share, cause I'm quite interested to see people's answers!

#trope grading #get to know you #tag game #fanfic tropes

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hotcheetohatredwastaken · 6 months

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I just started reading BDOR and it’s SO GOOD!! I read the prologue and I was so stressed out 😭😭 (in a good way). I was wondering if there was any specific inspiration for this fic? I’m loving the more mature spin on the world-building, and I was inmersed straight away!

I haven’t caught up with BDOR but I’m loving it so far! It’s a really original take and I love the dynamic between Twilight and Wild!

AHHH thank you?!!??

It’s taken inspiration from a lot of fics, to be honest, so I can’t pin down a specific one. The one that encouraged me to write years and years ago, Blue, has been deleted (or at least, buried so deep I could never find it). I would say that I strive to emulate a tone like Ort and @tashilover, because dang those authors can put you right into a scene. There also used to be a fic on tumblr called “Panacea for the Poison” or similar that I really loved. Go check those out if you haven’t already.

But I’ve been writing this story for four…? years now? So it’s honestly been a lot of picking out little bits and pieces that I liked from fics over the years and integrating them into my own. Once the entirety of the fic is published, imma do a chapter thanking everyone that influenced the work (cuz lemme tell you this fandom straight up saved me, not to get too deep into it). So, I will eventually be going back through pages upon pages of ao3 to make sure that I hit everyone I took inspiration from. It will take a bit (there’s 10,000 fics now! I remember when we had 12!) , but I’ll make sure to tag you @sunny-porridge when I do it 😅

#lu #linked universe #ask #how to tag #bro I think there should be a tumblr tutorial someone hekp

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sweetescapeartist · 1 year

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Gonna complain a lil bit.

Working multiple jobs is kinda rough. Having migraines makes it more difficult.

Having social anxiety sucks. Sometimes I have to write down what I want to say when I'm talking over the phone because my mind goes blank and I need a "script." Then I'm antisocial too so I just avoid ppl as much as I can.

I dont understand women. They want you to pursue them, then they get tired of it once you got them. Then they want you to give them space. Then they start chasing you. Like... this ain't tag. If I like you then I like you & want to see if it can work. Keep playing hard to get then end up married to a guy you don't like anymore while still thinking about me. I ain't ya man. Think about him. You wasted my time, so don't waste his.

I also hate that a lot of women like for men to be "toxic" & men like women to be "toxic" too nowadays. Its was even like that in a way when I was a teen. Now many of my classmates are living lives they regret. I guess I should count myself lucky being raised in a community of older people. I matured mentally quicker and that made me feel alone in school, but at the same time I knew what I wanted and stayed out of trouble. Even now I feel like I'm in my 40's when I'm in my mid 20's. That ecplains why I dont like hanging with people my age much and would rather hang eith people in their 40's & 50's or people older that are in their 80's +. Not to mention that older people have a lot of wisdom to share if you're willing to listen.

I have to be careful to not become like the haters in the DB fandom. What they do is irritating. There are people on twitter that I follow just as part of my strategy. But I don't like what they draw. Because they hate Krillin for no reason. But another part of my strategy is to change the perception of characters in the fandom by simply being accurate. Accuracy is a breath of fresh air in the fandom & its been proven for me that people want that. More people than I expected. So I gotta make sure my content remains consistent and keeps the cast in character as much as possible.

Ironically... VegeBul fans are the reason I barely like that couple now. I catch myself wanting to draw them then feel disgusted because I recall how many of them are so hateful towards everyone else. Not to mention extremely delusional. I even want to draw Vegeta sometimes, but I can't make myself do it because of most Vegeta fans. They just disgust me. And seeing art of VegeBul makes me roll my eyes involuntary. Thank you VegeBul & Vegeta fans for making me almost hate VegeBul & Vegeta. I'm currently at a strong dislike.

I feel like I let ppl down because I over work myself and make too many promises. No more promises this year unless I know I can fulfill them. Imma just do me.

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oceangirl24 · 1 year

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Heads Up 7 Up/ Word Tag Game

@tsunderewatermelon tagged me for Heads Up 7 Up and the Word Tag Game. I totally missed Heads Up 7 Up so I'm going to combine them here.

Here's the game(s):

I'm giving 7 lines of the first chapter of Book III

Then my words are: Sneak, held, watch, creep, moved

The challenge: 7 lines and 7 words however you want to do them.

Words: discovery, seminar, information, fossil, merchant, poison, flash

No pressure tagging: @mrsmungus @tsunderewatermelon @mikaharuka @lena-hills @hylianjo @writingpotato07 If I missed anyone or you want to join, please feel free to jump in.

Seven lines or line breaks, something like that from AiP: Saudade

Shawn was silent for a while then said, “So where did Mom sleep if she wouldn’t leave?"

A thoughtful look crossed his face. “The head nurse whose name I can’t remember, set your mom up with sheets and everythin’ so she could sleep on the couch. She never did though.”

“So where’d she sleep?”

“Right here,” he replied putting his hand on his chest. “She would sit by my side and lay her head on my chest with her ear over my heart. She didn’t get a good night’s sleep for months. And really annoyed the night staff when they came into check on me.”

“Why’d she do that?” Shawn asked.

“Because I was afraid the nurses didn’t have him hooked up to the heart monitors right or that the machines would malfunction, and something would happen that they wouldn’t catch until it was too late.”

Shawn and Jon both turned to look at the doorway. Audrey was standing inside the sliding door frame. Her face was emotionless, but her eyes were a turbulent storm.

Word Tag

From AiP: The Return

Sneak: Grayson froze. Come in? Could he do that? He looked around the empty hall checking to see if anyone was watching him. He wasn’t sure that it was okay to go into the room; every time he and Jamie had tried to sneak a peek at their mysterious brother’s room their mother shooed them out or Julia told their dad on them, and they got in trouble.

Held: “I’m fine,” she said, completely humiliated that the whole family, including the baby, were staring at her. She tried to prove that she was fine by standing up. The ice thwarted her effort to regain her pride. She slipped again, but this time was caught by a pair of strong, polar fleece-clad arms.

The superintendent held her upright. His eyes were dark with concern. “Maya, are you sure you didn’t hit your head?”

Watch: Jon’s words from the past reverberated in his head as they so often did. There was a moment when he first moved in that he got caught sneaking out. His teacher grabbed him by the back of the neck and got nose to nose with him.

“I’ve been where you’re headed, Shawn. If you think Imma just stand by and watch that happen, you’re dead wrong.”

Creep: I don’t have time to drive him out there. I’ll bring him to Jon at his place

Bring him to Jon? His place? Does she think we live apart?

Resentment began to creep in and Audrey did everything she could to push it back.

Jon will be with me at the rink. 7-12. You can take him there or wait until we get home. Otherwise, he’ll be sitting on the stoop until we get back.

Moved: Over the years, Audrey and Jon had run into his former girlfriends both in the City and in Philadelphia when they visited in the summer. These interactions were always initially very awkward for Audrey but tended to end up oddly enjoyable. Most of the women had happily moved on with their lives and even the crazier, clingier ones had matured into decent people.

#boy meets world fanfiction #shawn hunter #jonathan turner #jon turner #Audrey Andrews #word tag #writing tag game #heads up 7 up

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seedsinmygarden · 8 months

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my guidelines and other notes

i call these guidelines bc i might not even fully follow them lmfao. most of these will definitely be followed though so pls stay within them! imma block you if you don’t, please don’t make me resort to that level. that being said, i do reserve the right to adjust and edit these as i please! i'd love it if you checked back every so often lol

in the mailtray

i reserve the right to delete anything i’m not comfortable with answering! this will include racism, homophobia, transphobia, antisemitism, pedophilia, teacher-student relationships, extreme nsfw, and more coming the further i go along.

follow tumblr’s own rules and guidelines as well— linked here!

there will be the occasional nsfw/mdni post! so this blog is absolutely not suited towards minors! (you can filter out the “mature community labels” or mute the tag “#peter’s mallowsweet”)

while on the topic of NSFW— i’m not outright uncomfortable, i’m just not entirely sure yet what i am comfortable with. i’m willing to experiment and broaden my range, however! there will be some things i won’t be cool with, there will be some things i will. we’ll see how it goes.

in terms of requests, i will write anything really!! i only reserve the right to delete anything i’m not comfortable with writing/responding to, as i’ve mentioned before.

ocs

Scarlet Raven, the owner of the former hogwartslegacyreactions blog, has given me permission to continue the legacys and stories of her OCs. Those include Amoria Dovah, Scarlet Fawkes, Leon Lancaster, and Cassius Briarwood. These characters are solely hers, and any content of mine involving them goes through her for authenticity sake each time I use them. James Smithson is a “shared OC” between the two of us— she’s had a heavy hand in developing him too, so she deserves some credit for that as well.

All other characters are mine and mine only. You may use any of them in your own stories AS LONG AS YOU ASK PERMISSION and I APPROVE. (Not only for the reason that I would LOVE to help you out a bit as well, I also just don’t want my characters wrongfully villainized or used as a pawn of some sort… idk man, just message me and we’ll chat.)

Phillip Hans and Amoria Dovah are MC characters, with non-MC alternates! If one is MC, the other is not. There can only be one in each universe I write. Everyone else is completely non-MC. Ships between these characters are amazing, you’re absolutely free to ship any of them between each other!

i am 21 years old. i’m willing to be friends if you’re 18+, but any younger than that, i’m not comfortable interacting with on the internet. sorry! (dw im not blocking minors, im just not really open to talking to you more in dms or anything like that)

you may know me from scarlet’s hogwartslegacyreactions blog! i did help with some posts there before life took over lol. some of the stuff i worked on for her is posted here!

#hogwarts legacy #hl oc #fanfic #peter's fluxweed #peter's dittany

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ao3feed-mcshep · 1 year

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It's Just Sex

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/anB8Xjw

by Lotus_Fantasy

It's late when John pays Rodney a visit. After Kolya's failed attempts to take over Atlantis, Rodney isn't sure he wants company--even John's. Fortunately, John doesn't listen.

OR: Rodney's an Alpha. John's an Alpha. They keep ignoring the fact that they're a terrible match.

*This series is sort of chronological, but it's not terribly necessary to read them in order. Might make them more satisfying, though.

Words: 1851, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Alpha, Alpha

Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard

Relationships: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, ooh, didn't realize that was a tag, imma dork, Episode: s01e10-e11 The Storm/The Eye (Stargate Atlantis), Missing Scene, little bits of angst, kinda smutty, Oral Sex

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/anB8Xjw

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #McShep

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ao3feed-the100 · 1 year

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I'll Be the Only Heartbreaker

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3EA4uJx

by BigFluffyDuffy23

Clarke takes a moment to reflect. She tries to process everything that has happened in the past couple months, and it's all too overwhelming.

This is mainly a oneshot of Clarke trying to process her grief and trauma, just ultimately her burden that comes with being leader.

Words: 1636, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Clarke Griffin

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Additional Tags: this is mainly a character study of Clarke, Character Study, Angst, and i mean Angst, straight up, There is no comfort here, Heavy Angst, Grief/Mourning, Psychological Trauma, References to Depression, I wasn't sure if i should tag the ship but Clarke is practically grieving Lexa here so imma keep it, Canon Compliant

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3EA4uJx

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the 100 #the 100 fic

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milolov3nutella · 1 year

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I like conversation between my primis and ultimis oc. So I got this random one in my mind. This conversation is after a fight between them in tag.

P. Xiu: Hey, old me! What's with the sad face?

U. Xiu: 你走开... (go away you...)

P. Xiu: Come on, don't be like that. OK sure, I f*cked up. So I'm sorry.

U. Xiu: Do you even know what chaos you done? I doubt you even know what you did wrong...

P. Xiu: I KNOW WHAT I DID WRONG! It's just that...

U. Xiu: Just what? You never know what is like to be me.

P. Xiu: *sigh* I am you, just not very...mature.

U. Xiu: ...

P. Xiu: Don't leave me hanging like that... I need you to tell me what happened to Yu Lan.

U. Xiu: So you made a whole fight gone wrong, blame me for accidently releasing those zombies, COWARDLY running away from the team and now asking me about my "sad" face, just to tell you about Yu?

P. Xiu: Yeah, and also I did not run away. I left for some juggernaut.

U. Xiu: You have a family once you're like me, Yu Lan as your wife, two children and...

P. Xiu: And?

U. Xiu:

P. Xiu: Also is the children a boy and a girl? Yu Lan will stay with me forever right? And what was the last sentence?

U. Xiu: ...... (how impatient) Yes, Yes and Nevermind.

Imma add colour next time heh

#my oc writing #Au conversation #my ocs tag #Don't steal #My poor Ultimis xiu #:(

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coffeebeannate · 4 years

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#WE DON'T NEED REPRESENTATION #they scream #oh yeah #try scrolling the official movie accounts comments on instagram #and then try to filter all the bad and homophobic comments #and some are just..ugh #"THIS DUMB MOVIE IS JUST SJW WOKE SHIT #uh huh sure #i am feeling SALTY #so very very salty #and this isn't even taking the other hate stuff like racism into account #srsly you really think commenting sick emojis on a photo of men kissing is mature?#fecking really?#nate rantings #keeping this outta the main tag for now so imma just #idk should i make a full post or #old guard rambles

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narutogwriting · 3 years

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dude your writing is superior, especially the Kiba one 🥵 would you consider making a part two to that one? I’m kinda hooked on the story now ngl

Thank you so much 🥺 Your guys’ asks make me so happy! Imma keep it real, I’m not stoked with how this one turned out, but I hope you like it!

Eat Your Words Pt 2

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x Reader

CW: NSFW; creampie

Length: 2.6k+

Summary: Kiba is your jerk of an ex boyfriend. After making the mistake of sleeping with him again, you have some harsh words for him that leave him reeling.

Inspired by me wanting Kiba to rail me into oblivion

Please don’t tag as NSFW!

“Hey, what’re you so upset for!?” Kiba called as you shoved him off of you and got out of his bed. God, why had you done that!? Kiba sits up, propped up on his elbows as he watches you march around the room, grabbing your clothes and pulling them back on. You shook your head, waiting until you were fully clothed before turning on him.

“Are you kidding me?!” You snapped. “This is the problem, Kiba! This has always been your problem.” Shaking your head, you picked up Kiba’s own shirt to throw at him. “You think you can solve everything with sex! You think that everything’s okay, and I’m gonna stay just because I let you fuck me?”

Kiba rolled his eyes at you, tossing his shirt back on the floor. He lounged back in bed, his hands folded behind his head. Kiba obviously had no shame as he laid back completely naked, not even trying to cover up.

“I can’t help it if I have a magic dick.” He snickered. “Not my fault that the sex is that good.” Kiba shot you a wolfish grin, being playful and deflecting as he always did. Did he even know how to have a serious conversation?

Gritting your teeth, you stalked to the side of his bed, surprising him with your vehemency. He could feel the anger radiating off of you. “Let me tell you something, Kiba.” You spat, standing over him. “Yeah, you might be good at fucking,” you said the word pointedly, wanting to make sure he understood the distinction. “But sex? Intimacy? Making a girl feel really good?” You gave a humorless laugh. “You have no idea about that. Even if you go home with a girl every night for the rest of your life, you’re always gonna be alone.”

Those words stayed with Kiba, ringing in his head constantly as the days passed. What had you meant by all of that? He tried to pretend it didn’t bother him, but something about it had shaken him to his core.

After you’d left, taking your shit with you just like you’d originally wanted, he’d gone straight to Ino’s house. He was pissed and annoyed and confused and needed some help letting out steam.

So he’d pounded her into the mattress doggy style, making her scream and moan just the way he liked. You’d told him he didn’t know how to make a girl feel good, but he thought that Ino would beg to differ. He spent an hour making her cum around his cock before he finally found his own release. When they collapsed into bed, Kiba found his arm slinking around Ino, something he usually didn’t do.

“That was good, right?” He asked her.

“Oh yeah,” Ino sighed, sitting up and running a hand through her hair. “Great as always,” she told him as she made a move to get out of bed, but he stopped her with a squeeze to her hips.

“Where ya going? I thought we could like, lay here, ya know? Cuddle and talk and shit.”

Turning to look at him, Ino gave Kiba an incredulous look, actually laughed at him, making him go red. “What the hell are you talking about?” She asked, pushing his hand off of her so she could get up. “That's… Not what this is.”

Feeling his cheeks burning, Kiba crossed his arms. “What do you mean ‘that’s not what this is’?” He muttered.

As Ino pulled on her top, she glanced back at him. “Kiba, you’re fun for like… a good time,” She explained gently. “But when it comes to that emotional shit, well, I have other guys I go to that for. That’s boyfriend shit, and you don’t exactly fit that bill…”

Kiba walked through the village, his head whirling. Did girls really not see him as boyfriend material? Just as a quick fuck? Kiba had never been super into relationships, really had only ever focused on hooking up before, but he’d never considered that maybe girls didn’t want to date him either. He was a catch! Wasn’t he?

He began to think more and more about what you’d meant, that he could fuck, but he didn’t know how to have sex? Well, what was the difference?

The brain has a way of picking up patterns. Once presented with new information, it will begin to recognize that information everywhere. That’s what was happening to Kiba, and it was happening specifically with you.

What had he been hoping for after you slept together? That you would look at him with heart eyes again and fall back head over heels? Break up with gyoza boy and come back to him?

Well, yeah. That’s exactly what he’d been hoping.

Because, okay, yeah, he was aware that he wasn’t exactly the perfect boyfriend. He knew he wasn’t always as attentive to your needs as you were to his, was realizing that sometimes when you just wanted a kiss and a hug, he was dragging you back to the bedroom before he even recognized something might be wrong.

He was selfish and self-centered and arrogant and okay, now he got it. He was the worst boyfriend. And maybe you wouldn’t understand this, wouldn’t believe him and he couldn’t even blame you for it, but Kiba did love you. He loved you in the way he knew how.

And he could list it all out for you. He loved your eyes, how bright they were, and especially the way they lit up when you looked at him, like he was the center of your whole world. He loved the smile you got when you would see him for the first time all day. He loved the way you brushed your hair behind your ear when you were nervous and the giggle you gave when you were embarrassed.

Kiba loved how you’d pull him into the grass, tell him the stories you saw in the clouds. Some days you would stay there until the sky was dark and splattered with stars, and then you would tell him the stories they told too.

Kiba did love you, he really did. You were the first, the only girl he’d ever wanted to be in a relationship with. But he didn’t realize just how bad he was at showing it.

So when you were yelling at him for the millionth time because he forgot another date night he’d sworn he’d plan, he didn’t get how upset you were, thought you were overreacting. You guys spent plenty of time together; why did this specific instance matter?

He was taken off guard, absolutely blown away, when you’d broken up with him. He hadn’t even bothered trying to argue with it because there was no way you were serious, right? He’d laughed, told you “sure thing,” and gone back home waiting for you to show up at his door.

He waited for a week before he’d realized you weren’t coming.

And he couldn’t understand it, thought you were overreacting, and he was so pissed. Kiba wasn’t emotionally mature enough to realize what he was feeling wasn’t anger; it was actually heartbreak. So he’d gone out, gotten drunk, and went home with the first person that was willing.

Except they didn’t go home. Kiba took Ino right there in the alley outside the bar. Enough privacy that not everyone would see, but public enough that at least someone would see, and surely word would get back to you.

Thinking about it now, he could see why that was so stupid. He’d only wanted to make you jealous, hadn’t even considered that it may leave your heart shattered. But he got it now. He understood very well how horrible you must’ve felt, because he felt it now, watching you with gyoza boy.

So maybe it was a little creepy--okay, a lot creepy--but he followed you and your boyfriend around when he saw the two of you out and about. You’d gone right from Kiba’s house to his, he guessed. Fine, let’s see what a good boyfriend he is then.

And Kiba could see it, all the things that this new guy did that he never had. You always had this bag you carried around with you no matter where you were, almost instinctively. It’d always annoyed Kiba for really no reason at all. But gyoza boy was carrying that bag for you, had it slung over his own shoulder as he held your hand.

Kiba had never really held your hand much. It’s not like he didn’t like it; it just didn’t cross his mind usually, and he didn’t really think it was that big of a deal. Gyoza boy not only held your hand, but he spun you around as you walked, not carrying how silly it looked. Kiba always cared.

He saw the way you laughed, how happy you appeared to be. When you talked, your boyfriend leaned into you, eyes locked on yours. It was clear that you had his full, undivided attention.

And really, those things were so small, but it was all you’d ever wanted. The little things, like having fun in public and those touches of affection and for someone, for Kiba, to just make you feel important. Nothing felt worse than being taken for granted by the person you loved the most.

Kiba realized just how neglectful he’d been.

~ “Kiba? Again?” Ino asked with a sly smile, leaning against her doorway. Kiba shook his head, rolling his eyes. “No, Ino. It’s not that. I need your help…”

Weeks had gone by since your mistaken hookup with Kiba. You’d beaten yourself up for that constantly. You’d felt like you had the upper hand when you broke up with him, but you gave the power right back to him when you let him in your pants knowing you had a boyfriend at home.

You’d broken up with “gyoza boy” just a a week after the hookup. The guilt from cheating on him with Kiba had been eating you alive, and besides that, there just wasn’t that spark. He was such a nice, sweet guy, but you didn’t feel anything when you were with him. Not like you did with Kiba. With him, you felt everything.

And speaking of Kiba, you were about to walk right past him. You definitely weren’t ready for that interaction. You steeled yourself, preparing for some snide comment or jab at you. You weren’t ready when Kiba stopped, smiling at you and asking you how you were.

“I’m fine…” You blinked, surprised.

“That’s good. It’s been a long time…” Kiba was being polite, making small talk, and it threw you. You nodded awkwardly. “But, I’ve been meaning to tell you,” He continued. “There’s a few more things you left at my house. If you wanted to come get them…”

You gritted your teeth, rolling your eyes. Of course. You should’ve known. “I’m busy right now,” you practically snapped. “I’ll stop by later. But my clothes will be staying on.”

When you did finally make your way to Kiba’s later that evening, it was with extreme reluctance. You were certain that all Kiba wanted was another excuse to try and get you into bed. You were going to do your absolute best to not engage any of his antics or let him get to you and end up like last time.

You knocked on the door, crossing your arms, preparing for a shirtless, or even just a boxer clad Kiba to open the door. Instead, he opened it wearing exactly what you’d seen him wearing earlier in the day. He was fully clothed, didn’t have that arrogant smirk on his face, and was opening the door to let you in rather than staring at you like a piece of meat. You didn’t think your guard had ever been up so high. Eyeing Kiba suspiciously, you stepped by him, entering the house and going to the table where a small box was. Shifting through it, they were all little things you definitely hadn’t been missing. A couple hair ties, a few bobbypins, even a sock without it’s match.

You couldn’t help but scowl. This wasn’t anything you needed. Kiba must’ve been luring you here to sleep with you again just like you thought.

You turned on him, shoving the box across the table. “Seriously, Kiba?” You glowered. “What the fuck would I want any of this for? You could’ve just tossed it. I’m leaving.” As you moved to push past him, Kiba saying your name made you stop. It was unwillingly, like your body was on autopilot, responding to his name instinctively. You couldn’t help but groan to yourself as you turned to glare at him. “What?” You snapped.

Kiba turned then, going to the counter and reaching behind it before pulling out a painting. He held it sheepishly in front of him for you to see.

It was two small figures, laying in the grass looking up at the blue sky with white clouds painted against the backdrop. In all honesty, it looked like something a child would have made, but you were pretty sure by the red on Kiba’s cheeks that he’d done it. “What is it?” You asked him.

“A story.” Kiba replied, moving closer. “It’s in the clouds, ya see? A story about a guy who was a complete idiot and who lost the girl that he really loved, and how it took losing her to see how dumb he really was.” He pointed to the clouds which looked like blobs instead of cohesive shapes, but you knew what he meant. You always used to tell him stories, random things you made up when looking at the sky. It was one of the only times you ever thought Kiba was really listening to you.

Setting the picture down, Kiba stepped closer to you. “It’s a present… I just wanted to give it to you to say I’m sorry… I’ve been thinking a lot since the last time we saw each other, and I realized that you were right. I was a really bad guy to you, and you deserved better.”

Despite how skeptical you may have been under usual circumstances, you could see right away that Kiba was being serious. There was no facade or part he was playing. He was being open and honest with you, and you were taken aback by his gesture. He’d actually painted you a picture of one of your favorite things to do with him. It was one of the sweetest gestures you’d ever received.

“You made this for me?” You whispered.

“You don’t gotta believe me…” Kiba continued, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you deserved an apology. You were always so good to me, and I really loved you for that.. But I also realized I took you for granted. It’s my biggest regret. I never wanted to lose you, but I know that you deserve to have a guy that spoils you and loves you in ways you can feel it.”

Your heart was fluttering as you felt heat rising to your cheeks. Where was all this coming from? All you’d ever wanted from Kiba was for him to say something like this, to put in some effort and show he cared.

“What… what made you realize all of this?”

Kiba paused for a second, blushing before finally answering. “After you put me in my place last time, Ino told me I wasn’t boyfriend material… It was all pretty humbling, not gonna lie.” He gave a small snicker. “I really got my ass handed to me. Then later that day, I saw you with gyoza boy and how happy you were… It really put everything into perspective. I’m glad you’re happy with him, though. I hope he treats you better than I did… But it made me want to change. The past few weeks, Ino has basically been pointing out every single flaw I have for me to fix.” He shrugged. “It’s been rough. I knew I had one or two, but turns out I have a lot.” You’d never seen Kiba so earnest and vulnerable before. You felt yourself getting hopeful, even though you weren’t sure for what. “Actually…” You admitted, meeting his gaze. “I broke up with gyoza boy a few weeks ago.”

That took Kiba off guard. His eyes widened considerably as he spluttered all over his words. “O-oh, you did? T-that’s… That’s too bad. I’m sorry to hear that.”

The laugh came out of you before you could stop it. “No you’re not,” You told him, giving him a knowing smile. He returned it with a big grin. “I’m not…” He admitted. “But I do just want you to be happy.”

There was a pause that lingered between the two of you. The hope began to bubble in your stomach, rising up and squeezing your heart. You wanted to be happy, too, but you wanted to be happy with Kiba. You loved him too, as much as you tried to hide it. And now, you thought that maybe, just maybe, he was ready to be the person you always knew he could be.

He opened his mouth to speak again, but you grabbed his shirt, pulling him down into a kiss. He made a noise of surprise before finally relaxing into it, kissing you back softly. His hand went to the small of your back, pulling you closer.

Then suddenly, he was pulling back, staring down at you with a conflicted expression. “Wait, are you sure?” He asked you. “I don’t want to rush anything, ya know, or mess things up…”

A small smile played on your lips. He really was changing. “I want to be with you, Kiba. That is… If you still want to be with me?”

Kiba grinned. “So you’re giving me a second chance?” In response, you kissed him again, this time more earnestly than the last. You melted into him easily, everything about him familiar. One of Kiba’s hands was cupping your cheek as his tongue slid across your bottom lip.

Without breaking the kiss, you began to back him up, wanting to go to his room. “Wait,” Kiba was mumbling against your lips, causing you to just hum in response. “We don’t have to do anything,” He tried again.

The two of you were in his room by now. You finally pulled away, breathing heavy. “I want to,” You told him, staring up at him with wide, lusting eyes.

Kiba paused, wanting to be sure you were sure. Then he smiled, pulling you into him again. You made a move to pull off your shirt, but he stopped you. “I got this, baby.” He murmured against your neck, laying you down on his bed.

Kiba continued to lay soft, open mouth kisses as he hovered over you, his hands running down your sides before moving back up, slipping up under your shirt. You shivered feeling the cold of his hands as he began to nip and suck at your skin.

He broke the kiss to pull at the hem of your shirt, peeling it slowly from your body. With it tossed aside, he reattached his lips to your neck, kissing agonizingly slow down to your collarbone. “Kiba,” You whined, your hands going to fumble with the buttons on his pants.

“Not uh, baby girl…” Kiba smirked, taking your hands and pinning them above your head with one of his. “‘Mma take care of you.” The way he breathed the words against your skin made you tremble.

With his free hand, he reached under you to unhook your bra. He released his hold on your hands to pull the fabric from your body before pinning you down again. Kiba kissed lower until he got to your breasts.

His tongue traced over your nipple lightly, making your back arch. You could feel his prideful smile against your skin. His free hand began to massage your breast as he took the entire nipple in his mouth, sucking as he let his tongue flick over the nipple again and again before switching to the other one.

Your mouth was hanging open as you shook with anticipation, your pussy already wet and throbbing. Kiba released your breast before settling between your legs, grinding against your heat as he kissed you fiercely.

His tongue moved against yours as you felt him hard and dragging against you. There wasn’t enough friction, too much fabric between the two of you. You needed it gone. “Kiba, please,” You whined against his mouth. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down your body, moving down your stomach to your hips. You tried to arch into his touch, but he had your hips pinned.

Unbuttoning your pants, he drug them slowly down your legs, pulling them off and discarding them to the side. His lips skipped past your aching arousal to your inner thighs. He was more rough this time, nipping and sucking harsh bruises into the sensitive skin.

Finally, after an agonizing time of him teasing and kissing anywhere but your covered cunt, he sipped his fingers under the band of your panties, pulling them down to expose your sex.

“You want me, darling?” Kiba askes, kissing at your thighs one last time. You nodded furiously.

“Please!” You begged. Kiba didn’t waste time after that, pressing two fingers into your dripping cunt, causing you to cry out. He began to pump them steadily as you writhed and moaned underneath him.

His tongue lapped around his fingers before licking your clit with harsh, quick motions. His fingers curled inside of you in time with his licks, leaving you breathless and shaking.

“Kiba, Kiba, Kiba….” You chanted his name like a prayers, begging and pleading for him.

“Nuh uh. Not until you cum around my fingers…” Kiba taunted, increasing his motions. He lapped at your clint incessantly, his fingers pressing deeper and deeper. The pleasure in you continued to build until you were clenching and cumming around him, screaming his name.

“You’re so greedy, sweetheart. Your cunts sucking my fingers back inside you.” He laughed softly as he continued his actions, taking his time with you. It was all overwhelming in the best way.

You were almost limp by the time he was pressing inside of you, sliding slow and easy into your dripping pussy. Fully sheathed, he leaned over you, kissing you gently as he rocked himself into you. It was different than his normal, rough pace that he usually set, but it had your head reeling all the same.

When he had one of your legs over his shoulder, his cock touching parts of you even deeper than your fingers could touch, he pressed kisses into your calves.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby. I love the way you clench around me, pulling me inside you. You don’t want to let my cock go, do you sweetheart? You like being fucked like this, don’t you? Slowly, having to wait for me to give it to you even when you want me to pound you into the bed.”

It was agonizing, the pace he set. It had you coming undone in ways you never had before. Rather than the constant, almost painful overstimulating orgasms you were used to with Kiba, there was only this one, building up steadily and so intense it had you seeing stars. Your vision went white as the coil in your stomach finally unraveled, and you were cuming, cuming so hard you almost arched off Kiba’s cock with a sob.

“There’s my girl,” Kiba mumbled into your neck as your felt his hips start to smack into yours more erratically until he was spilling inside of you, calling your name as his hips continued to jolt into yours as he chased his high. “Fuck,” he breathed, kissing gently down your shoulder.

You were still speechless, the world spinning around you. All you could do was smile up at him, fucked out of your mind.

“I love you,” Kiba chuckled, pressing a kiss into your lips. “Now, what were you saying about me not knowing how to make a girl feel really good?”

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seokahwrites · 3 years

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growing pains

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pairing.

| high school graduate! min yoongi x high school junior! reader

summary.

| people always said you must let go of what you love, and you finally understand what it means.

tags.

| i am so sorry; this comes from a PERSONAL trauma; i love writing angst; blond yoongi supremacy; ykw min yoongi supremacy in general; reader is emotionally mature asf; reader is girlboss; you could say this could be canon/irl?

a/n.

| sorry for all my nuisance readers that are waiting for the next chapters :P IDK WHEN IMMA PICK THAT UP AGAIN. but i present this min yoongi angst that made me very happy to write, tbh came close to tears while writing it. sorry if the writing is kinda everywhere, hope yall like it tho <33 as always thank u for the massive support and love,, love u all

you weren’t quite sure where all the time went. one day you were brushing your teeth for your first day of school, then boom, you’ve finished your third year of high school. it’s similar to how just yesterday you were helping a tiny kid pick up his soiled cd’s and backpack from a puddle and eleven years later you’re watching him graduate.

well, you didn’t get to actually see yoongi graduate since you were too busy making preparations for the night, but that’s besides the point. tonight had to be perfect.

it is goodbye after all.

who knew that the inseparable min yoongi and y/n l/n would ever have to pull away from each other this way. that little shit better appreciate all the spine bending effort you put into making the spot so amazing — not that it wasn’t great before.

with a literal pat to the back and your hands on your hips, you look around the roof with an uncontainable grin, the flashes of purple and blue from the string lights reflected on the gloss of your eyes, every inhale was overtaken with the smell of coffee seeping from the ice cream tubs and a warm seat on the patio couch awaited, along with fuzzy blankets galore.

you’ve outdone yourself this time.

your hands lean against the cold stone at the edge of the terrace and your eyes wandered to the city that laid beneath your feet, from the green hills at the centre of it all to the luminescence of the glass buildings, there wasn’t a single droplet of air that didn’t feel like home.

tap, tap.

speaking of home, you hear familiar soft footsteps from the staircase, snapping you from your little daze and guiding your way to the entrance, your jazz hands in the air and a smile on your face. god, he was gonna love it.

“surprise!”

yoongi reacts a moment too late, his head snapping up and his graduation cap almost falling from his head. the boy was clad with a blue gown, he looked so mature for a mere second — but it was yoongi after all. his eyes widen before his peach lips make a silent “oh,” the entirety of his gums and teeth making an appearance along with the plumping of his cheeks. your heart falters for a moment at the sight, even worse when his eyes disappear into crescent moons that were surely stolen from the sky.

min yoongi looks pretty. not only that, but min yoongi was ecstatic.

“wow,” his head looked from left to right and top to bottom, “the spot looks great.”

you follow him with tiny steps and once you’re close enough to the couch, you push yoongi onto the plush seat, heading to the cooler and grabbing the ice cream, “i just put a few lights and blankets to be honest,” you take a seat beside him and he covers the both of you with the stack of blankets, “it wasn’t a lot of trouble, really.”

yoongi throws away his graduation cap and wiggles out of the flimsy gown, brushing his fingers through his platinum hair and taking a deep breath before snatching the spoon from your hold, “it’s still perfect.”

come on, y/n. pull yourself together. you tell yourself, but it’s hard when yoongi of all people is sitting beside you under the moonlight, stuffing his mouth with ice cream and glowing.

your memory isn’t quite clear as to when exactly did yoongi stop existing to you but glowing, instead. there’s so many moments to remember.

perhaps it was actually the very first moment you laid eyes on him. your rubber boots were muddy and your yellow raincoat was absolutely drenched, no puddle escaped from your stomps. but just as you were a few houses away from yours you see a figure laying beside a puddle and you realise that maybe that person did not want to be laying down in the cold rain.

and all it took was for you to pick up a kid’s shit from a pool of dirty water to meet min yoongi and shortly after, you were practically attached at the hip.

or it very well could be the night before your big sister moved away, your sobs must’ve escaped through the open windows because min yoongi was knocking at your door in no time — the signature two fast knocks and two slow ones. you were only an 11 year old who had never experienced such a change, and it only dawned upon you that night.

yoongi stayed with you for hours on end until you fell asleep on his lap, still with trembling breaths, but your mind eventually steered away from the fact you weren’t going to annoy your sister before going to school every morning anymore — she can’t put up with you during college — and it focused on yoongi’s cold fingers stroking through every strand of your hair ever so delicately and how warm he actually felt.

and there you were, the same kids with your head on his shoulder only this time, he was the one leaving.

“what’s up with you?” he asks as if he had read your mind.

you pull your hood over your head and you smile a bit for whatever reason, “i don’t wanna talk about it.”

he flicks your forehead, the fucker. the abuse makes you sit up, glaring at him with incredulous eyes and you’re about to say a profanity but he beats you to it, “we need to talk about it, y/n.”

and it pains you how nonchalant he sounds.

you slap your hands to your knees and purse your lips, “fine.”

yoongi finally puts down the ice cream — only a spoon of it left. “we both knew this was coming since freshman year, y/n.”

you scoff, as if knowing a goodbye was coming makes it any easier. “that doesn’t make it better.”

his hand makes its way to yours, placed on top of your fist, that melts into an open palm, with utter ease. still, you pull away, “please, don’t do that.”

and you wince at your own tone. it wasn’t like it’s yoongi’s fault that he’s moving away forever. or maybe it was.

it was unfair of you to say, but the weight on your chest had to have a reason, someone to blame. as yoongi’s best friend, of course you love him more than anything in the world and you’ll always support whatever decisions he needs to make to properly follow his dreams. but as the person that plays with the line of friends and more with yoongi, you almost want to beg him to stay. to stay so he could — for lack of a better word — like you, now isn’t that selfish.

yoongi blinks slowly, “we’ve talked about this y/n.”

ah, of course you have. you’ve talked about whatever the fuck this was several times, some of them were in between your interlaced fingers, others resided in the silence as you slept in the same bed and a lot of them echoed from your bitter words. but, once again, is that supposed to make things better?

the day you told him what you really felt for him is crystal clear in your memory, not only for the painful pubescent confession but yoongi’s own news he needed to share. perhaps your relationship was always ill-fated, yoongi had a scraped knee while you reeked of rainwater and you uttered an i love you while yoongi announced he couldn’t stay by your side. the irony.

your eyes are glassy with unspilled tears when you look up at him. why were you so weak?

“stop acting like it isn’t hard on me too,” he sniffles and shuts his eyes with more force than necessary. oh.

you bite your lip and look away at the guilty sight, afraid of what may come out if you don’t. but, if he does know of the turmoil you feel, why is he still insisting?

cold fingers meet your jaw, pushing you with that same delicacy from years ago until you meet his own concealed bloodshot eyes, “you’re not the only person who’s been in—,” he stumbles with his words, “—liked the other for the last decade, you know?”

why did he have to say it out loud? he’s only making it sound real.

maybe, it was actually your fault. if you hadn’t decided to tell yoongi of the butterflies in your stomach, you could’ve pushed them away and let the fantasy live as fiction. but no, you told him about the damn critters and they’ve been eating away at your core ever since, desperate to come out because min yoongi liked you and he was right in front of you ready to be liked right back, yet you could never reach him.

min yoongi was fishing stars from atop jupiter and you were still dancing on saturn’s rings.

you lean into his touch, placing your own hand on his and chuckling at his cheesy line, “that’s just how lucky i am,” and your attempt at humour makes the corners of yoongi’s mouth lift just a little bit.

his thumb glides on the skin it could reach, “so can’t we just have a night like every other one we’ve spent together?”

classic min yoongi.

but as to yourself, you were sick of ignoring things. you were tired of how your heart throbbed whenever you’d fit your face into yoongi’s neck so effortlessly, as if it was only natural; tired of your cheeks along with the rest of your skin burning with every thoughtless caress and sweet nothings he would whisper at the dead of night; and you were tired of your eyes prioritising yoongi’s soft lips over every other feature on his face and how much you yearned to touch them with your own — of how you’d always catch his gaze mirroring yours.

a person could only take so much and you were bursting at the seams already.

still, you only nod.

the silence became unbearable by the minute, even with your head on his shoulder and your hands in his pocket, there was so much that wanted to get out — yoongi would only need to say the right wrong words for all of it to come spilling out. so you speak first, making sure that doesn’t happen.

“it’s gonna be weird without you, y’know?”

you feel his cheeks puff up, subtle as ever “of course,” he squeezes your pinky out of pure habit, “who’s gonna make home cooked meals for me if you mom ain’t around,” and you wish you could white out the blue in his words.

“i swear—,” you chuckle and cross your arms, lifting your head to stare back at the constellations, “—she probably cried more than me when i told her you were leaving.”

before the words could echo back in your head, your eyes are back on yoongi and the boy is staring at the floor with a flood threatening to break out from his eyes.

you just had to open your mouth, huh.

your mouth forms incoherent noises in a miserable attempt to make up for your little slip up, but to no avail. yoongi only shakes his head and looks at you, the way his shoulders slumped exposing that he was trying just as hard to pull it together, maybe even harder.

“me too,” he utters, and you don’t fully understand what he means by that.

a bubble seems to form around the both of you, locking you in your own little world with yoongi, as it always happens when you let him entrance you for a moment too long, and in those seconds that spread to hours you just want to float away, you’re not sure where to but the gloss in his eyes are enough to guide the way.

“y/n,” don’t, “i’m gonna mi—.”

pop.

“please don’t,” you hate the venom that seeps from your tongue, “please stop, yoongi.”

and you want your tears to come thundering over your cheeks, for the red you’re holding in to shoot out from your heart, just so you could show him an inch of what you’re feeling. but you can’t. you shouldn’t.

yoongi’s soft eyes sharpen, “why don’t you want me to say it?”

no, no. that’s a lie.

of course you want to hear him say it. you want yoongi’s voice to sing every word of affection he has to tell you, you want to be wrapped with the smell of yoongi’s embrace, for him to whisper every sin for only your ears to hear and you want nothing more than to remain in every moment you’ve spent with him.

you look down, “if you say things out loud, they might come true.”

he races to grip your hands over his lap, “but it is.”

it is, it is, it is.

you blink away your tears before gazing back at your little piece of the sky, a smile never present in his pouty lips, yet you still read every pore of his skin like the back of your hand.

“yoongi,” you despise your sniffling tone, “let’s face the facts. you’re gonna be hundreds of kilometres away in a big city, i’m gonna be stuck in our little neighbourhood for who knows how long and all we can do is try to forget each other,” your voice breaks, “what could it possibly lead to?”

as you said those words, the reality of it all was coming to hit you with a second wave. the crack of what you both hoped to be was audible in the sounds of you settling back into yoongi’s hold, the silent sobs — that you convinced yourself came from the moon and stars, not from your min yoongi — even more so from the silence that came after your speech.

you could’ve asked yoongi to stay, of course you could have — you wanted it more than anything else. but you knew that he would stay and change his mind in a heartbeat if it was for you, and you couldn’t allow your boy to throw away his dreams for something as meaningless as love — or at least, you try to convince yourself it is.

perhaps yoongi would move on, he would find another person and start a family, have three children and a beautiful house and he’d be living off from all the music he gave to the world all this years ago, just like he always dreamed. perhaps you’d only be a fond memory he would look back on from time to time whenever he’d laugh at old memories after a few drinks with his beloved.

or maybe — and dare you say, hopefully — yoongi would never move on, he would work around the clock with the thought of coming back into your arms and nothing else. he would never leave his cheap tiny studio, only stepping outside during the rise of the moon and he would look at the stars, remembering that a person in daegu is in love with him with all they’ve got and that would be enough to keep him company. because you know for a fact, for the way your heart beats at the mere thought of him, that you would never stop loving min yoongi.

at the present, side by side breathing is more than enough.

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

and he truly is.

“i can die happy.”

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